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I Just Love Being a Girl Part 1
By: Melissa Attimes
Synopsis: A young man's lifelong friendship with a girl leads him to
total femininity.
Categories: Crossdressing / TV, Femdom, Authoritarian, Physically Forced
or Blackmailed, Real Life Situation
Age Category: College Age 19-26
Rating: X
Julie and I had been best friends since grade school. She always called
me Jamie but when we entered high school I told her I wanted to be called
James. Julie looked at me with her big beautiful blue eyes said that she
just couldn't think of me by any other name. As far as she was concerned
I would always be her Jamie.
There was never any romantic interest between us. Julie liked the big
muscular athletic guys while I was short and slender and in Julie's words
a pretty boy. In fact she often referred to me her pretty boy.
In 10th grade I decided I wanted to learn to play guitar, mostly because
Julie played the guitar, but my parents said they wouldn't pay for
lessons. Julie loaned me one of her guitars and spent countless hours
teaching me to play. After each lesson she would say you owe me big time
for this. This continued to be an ongoing theme throughout our
friendship. Whenever she wanted something she would remind me of the
guitar lessons. Really the guitar lessons were just a convenient excuse.
I not so secretly had a crush on Julie and would have gladly done
anything she wanted me to do. I was happy just to have an excuse to be
near her.
In high school Julie formed a band with three other girls. They called it
simply "Girl Band". They quickly developed a following by occasionally
playing private parties and at the local pizza parlor on Friday evenings.
With Julie's guidance, I also became an unusually accomplished guitar
player and since I was always available to help set-up, the girls would
sometimes let me practice with them.
I had a lot of confidence in my singing ability because Julie and I had
sung in the school a-cappella choir. To better fit in with the girls I
always sang in a higher key than was normal for me and used falsetto to
expand my range. Eventually I could slide into falsetto so smoothly that
no one could tell when I had done it. The girls always complemented me on
my singing and said that with my voice you couldn't tell if it was a man
or woman singing. I knew all of their songs and would have loved to play
at one of their gigs but Julie would always say, "No, the name of the
band is Girl Band."
After High School Julie decided to enroll in a beauty school and learn
cosmetology. She thought if she learned to do makeup and hair she could
get a job in the movie industry, which was a big employer in our town.
One day after a "Girl Band" practice in the garage of one of the girls,
Julie said to me "You have such pretty features; you should let me make
you up." I replied that that was just too weird but Julie persisted and
argued that she needed the practice and reminded me once again that I
owed her. Then without me ever agreeing to it Julie got her makeup kit
out of the car and led me to bedroom of the girl who lived there.
Julie applied a lot of conceder and foundation to hide what little beard
I had and then applied the eye shadow, mascara, blush and bright red
lipstick. When she was finished all the girls made a big fuss over how
good I looked. I had to agree that I did look like an especially
attractive girl except for my hair. It was a mistake to have said that
because Julie said, "Not to worry" and started fussing with my hair.
Julie combed my hair forward and trimmed my hair to form bangs that
rested just above my eyebrows. I winced when I heard the snip of the
scissors. Julie said my hair was a little short but that some girls did
wear it that short and that I made a very cute girl with a pixie cut.
Then the girl whose bedroom we were in came out of her closet with a
shinny red evening gown and pressed the up against my shoulders. I said
"Oh no" and backed away but the girls said "Oh yes" in unison and several
pair of hands pushed me forward against the dress. Julie said "What do
you think girls" and they vigorously agreed that with that dramatic
makeup, an evening gown was perfect. Then one of the girls said off with
his clothes. Buttons were unbuttoned and zippers unzipped and soon I was
mortified to be standing in the middle of the girls wearing only my
jockey shorts and tennis shoes. The dress was pulled over my extended
arms and head and the back zipped up. It was a little snug in the waist
but otherwise fit perfectly. Next I was told to lift one foot at a time
as my tennis shoes were removed and my feet buckled into a pair of red
pumps. Then I was rotated around to view myself in the full-length mirror
and was stunned to see what a convincing girl I looked like.
One of the girl said, "We need to do something about the hair on his
legs." Before I knew it I was sitting in a chair with the dress hiked up
to mid thigh and one of the girls was running an electric razor over my
legs. While this was going on one of the girls clipped some pearl
earrings on my ears and fastened a pearl necklace around my neck. She
commented that luckily for me she still had some clip-on earrings
otherwise they would have to pierce my ears. I think she was only half
kidding.
Then when I thought that think things couldn't get worse, the girl's
brother walked in on us. His sister shouted that he should always knock
before entering but the brother seemed only able to look slack jawed at
the feminine beauty dressed in the red evening gown. Eventually he said
"Who in this?"
Julie pulled me to standing, pushed me forward and replied, "This is
Jamie. "
The brother walked over and shook my hand and said, "I'm so very pleased
to meet you Jamie."
I was so stunned and so embarrassed that I couldn't say a word but
recovered enough composure to smile sweetly, flair the dress out with one
hand and do a small curtsey while gazing into his eyes. The girls
applauded my performance and after the brother left they fell into fits
of laughter. I have to admit I also thought it was pretty funny.
Later Julie asked me how I learned to curtsey so perfectly. I told her
that I watched the girls practice curtseying in the theater arts class we
took. She said that I always had a talent for mimicking people.
The brother pestered his sister for months about Jamie: "When is Jamie
coming over, let's have a party and invite all your friends especially
Jamie, Can you set me up with Jamie?" She even caught him going through
her address book. He wouldn't admit it but she knew what he was looking
for.
I never told Julie that the whole experience with the dress and makeup
was quite exciting and that I secretly hoped she would make me to do it
again. I began to study women to memorize the way they walked and held
their hands and moved. I practiced when alone trying to emulate them. I
even tried to change my voice to sound like a woman's. Sometimes when I
called someone I didn't know on the phone, I practiced my female voice. I
knew I had it down perfectly when the person on the phone consistently
called me ma'am.
I even collected a stash of women's clothing and would secretly dress
when home alone. Also whenever I was in a department store I would pass
through the woman's section and admire all the beautiful dresses on
display.
Eventually the band started to get really popular and consistently get
good paying jobs. The problem was that one of the girls, without
warning, decided to go away to a college on the East coast. She said she
couldn't sacrifice her education for an uncertain future with the Girl
Band. The girls were in a panic because they needed a replacement right
away! Then the girl that was leaving said, "Jamie knows all the songs and
we already know how good he looks in my dress."
I backed away as the girls all looked at me. I said "Oh no" but was
thinking "Oh Yes.... I two wishes. I get to dress like a girl and get to
play in the band."
After my first performance the girls said they really liked my singing.
They said it added a new dimension to their sound because as they pointed
out before, you really couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman singing.
Also, it helped that I never sang alone which further disguised the
sexual ambiguity of my voice. It was implied that I was a temporary
addition to the band but I never pushed them to look for a replacement
and they never auditioned anyone else. I never told them but I just loved
being their permanent part time girl; although I'm sure they could tell
because I glowed with excitement each time the band performed.
Soon the mannerisms of a woman became second nature to me. I was totally
comfortable and confident dressed as a woman. If anything I needed to be
careful not to act girly when in boy mode. Still rumors circulated that
one of us was really a guy; probably because when the band was in our
hometown I was girl by night and boy by day. When the band was touring I
was a full time girl.
Eventually we made an album and my future with the band was guaranteed
because the album cover had a picture of the four of us. The East coast
girl was sorry for the choice she made.
In time my appearance had changed so much that I had to stay permanently
in girl mode. Julie and I had gone to see the play Wicked. After the play
I told Julie that I wanted hair like the good witch. My hair had gotten
long enough so Julie bleached my hair and styled it with tight little
curls on the sides and back of my head. My manicured fingernails were
also really long so Julie painted them and my toenails a florescent pink.
Soon after that I also got my ears pierced. The band also paid for laser
hair removal to permanently take the hair off my face and chest. I was in
heaven. I just loved being a full time girl.
I also loved playing in the band. The enthusiasm of the audience always
really excited and motivated me to give my best performance. We wore
matching short frilly pink dresses, danced in unison and our gestures
were very feminine and exaggerated. I flirted shamelessly with the guys
in the audience, winked at them with my head turned toward one shoulder
and threw them kisses. If one of the guys came to the stage with flowers
for me I bent over and hugged and kissed him on the lips! As I squatted
down to receive the flowers, I always kept my knees apart so he could get
a really good glimpse of my panties, which usually were hot pink.
One day Julie gave me a small box with a bow on it and a tag that said
Jamie. When I opened it I was horrified to find a dildo inside. Julie
said, "As good as you look and as much as you flirt, it's just a matter
of time before some guy has his dick inside you. You need to start
practicing in advance. This one is a small; when you are ready I will get
you a bigger one." I didn't say anything but also did not throw it out.
In one town we played Julie had a guy hanging around that she really
liked. She said she didn't know him well enough to feel comfortable alone
with him so she asked me to double date with her. She said that he had a
friend she knew I would really like. I hesitated and she hit me with the
old you owe me routine. I did want to protect her and the thought of
going on my first date with a guy did sound exciting. Julie bought me a
douche bag so I would be fresh and clean if I got lucky. I doubted things
would go that far on a first date but as usual I followed Julie's
recommendation. She also instructed me on how to put a Tampon lubricated
with K-Y Jelly up inside of me. The lubricated Tampon made me felt so
sexy and feminine. When I walked I wiggle my hips side to side even more
than usual to exaggerate the feeling of the Tampon.
My guy was a real gentleman and seemed to really like me. He held doors
open for me, helped me on and off with my coat, told my how pretty I was
and how he liked being with me. I was thrilled with the attention. I just
loved being treated like a girl. Have I said that before? In the lady's
room Julie asked me what I thought of him. I told her that I thought he
was very sweet and good-looking. Julie replied that she was sure I would
like him because he was pretty enough to join our band.
Later on the balcony of the hotel we were staying at, overlooking the
city lights, my guy came up behind me and put his arms around my waist
and softly kissed me on the neck and ear. I could feel his excitement as
he pressed his hips into me. I arched my back and leaned into him rocking
my hips slightly to cradle his erection between my buns. Both of his
hands moved up and fondled my breasts. I had been wearing silicone breast
forms from the beginning as Julie recommended. I loved they way they
jiggled and swayed when I danced on stage but at that moment I wished
that they were implants so that he could remove my bra. I could easily
afford them now with the money the band was making.
I turned and put my arms around his neck and met his parted lips with
mine. It felt so good being romanced like a woman. Then he took my hand
and pulled me into the hotel room and on to the couch. He kissed me
passionately while his hand ran under my dress up my nylon covered thighs
to my crotch. My little man was tucked safely away but was quite hard and
I hoped it would not betray my secret. I felt sparks and tingly all over.
I wanted him to pull off my panties but I feared he would be disappointed
with what he found. I knew that I should stop him but it felt so
wonderful that I let him continue. Then he pulled his hand out and said,
"So the rumors are true" and I knew he discovered my secret.
He just sat there for a long time staring off across into space and then
got up and left the hotel room. I was devastated. I felt like I had been
punched in the stomach as tears rolled down my cheeks. I ran to the
balcony of our second floor room and watched him exit the hotel and get
in his car. But he didn't start the car! He just sat there for what
seemed like a long time.
Finally he got out of the car and came back in the hotel. I rushed to the
door and when I heard a nock, I jerked the door open. He started to speak
but I covered his mouth with my hand, kissed him and led him back to the
couch. We continued to kiss while I rubbed his crouch until his erection
was fully restored. Then I lifted my hips and hiked my dress up to my
waist. He slid my pantyhose and panties over my hips and down to my
ankles and lowered his pants. Then luckily I remembered the Tampon. I
found the Tampon string, pulled out the Tampon, got a lubricated condom
from my purse and rolled it over his wonderful throbbing erection.
Meanwhile I could hear Julie in the bedroom getting her brains fucked
out. I wondered why she needed me along in the first place if she planned
on screwing the guy. It was probably just an excuse to get me out with
this guy.
I told him this was my first time and he assured me he would be gentle. I
got on my hands and knees on the floor with my elbows resting on the
couch as he positioned himself behind me. I told him to hold still while
I concentrated on relaxing and backed slowly into him. It hurt at first
but not too badly, probably because I had been practicing with the dildo
and the KY Jelly from the Tampon had me well lubricated. When he was in
all the way I gripped him as tightly as I could trying to hold him inside
me; but I was so well lubricated that he easily pulled free of my grip. I
groaned with disappointment as he withdrew but mercifully not all the way
and then he returned again and again and again. He pounded me for what
seemed like much too short a time before he came; but then he probably
could have done it all night and I would have wanted more. I never did
climax, probably because I was scared, but still loved my first feminine
sexual experience. Later that evening while I was alone, I lifted my
nightgown and reached a satisfying climax while thinking about my pretty
boy. I really wanted to see him again.
The next morning I awoke in bed with Julie on her hands and knees
straddled over me.
Julie said, "So are you still a virgin?"
I replied with a grin, "No my dear, I have been thoroughly deflowered."
"Did you like it?"
"I loved it and can't wait to do it again."
With that Julie slid under the covers next to me and said, "Tell me every
thing."
My pretty boy and his friend came over again the next evening. When I saw
him I instantly threw myself into his arms. Julie and her guy were inside
on the couch so we stayed out on the balcony. I purposely didn't wear any
panty hose just to make things easier. I would have also omitted the
panties but I was so fully packed with KY Jelly that I was afraid some
would squirt out and get on my pretty dress.
After kissing for a while I unzipped him and pulled out his very erect
dick. I retrieved the condom I had tucked away in my bra and handed it to
him. Then I turned away from him, pulled my dress up to my waist, slid my
panties over my hips and shook my legs until they fell down to my ankles.
I then bent over slightly and arched my back as much as I could while he
probed for my entrance.
With my heels on and my long legs I was at the perfect height to receive
him. I wiggled my hips side to side to improve the alignment and to aid
penetration. When he was fully inside, he started sliding slowly in and
out of me. I held tightly to the balcony railing with one hand, reached
under my dress and started stroking myself with the other hand. I was
dripping wet with excitement. I came first and was then able to hold on
the railing with both hands, which became really necessary. The way he
was holding my hips and pounding into me was actually lifting my feet off
the ground with each stroke! With my dangly earrings and necklace
swaying, eyes closed and mouth open I leaned my head back and gave soft
breathy little squeaks with each thrust. I was in girl heaven.
It was dark but we were totally out in the open so I hope no one saw us.
Actually I hope everyone saw us. They would have cheered. It was such a
wonderful ride. Even now I tingle with excitement and get a bulge in my
panties thinking about it. Later I found that I had soiled my dress. Dam!
I hate it when that happens.
The band left the next day. We exchanged a few e-mails but eventually he
stopped writing and I never got to see my pretty boy again. To be
realistic, I suppose I'm not the kind of girl you want to take home to
meet mother. Being a pretend girl can be tough but even with the down
side, I still really, really, really love being a girl.
Dearest Fictionmaina readers,
If you would like to see the drawing that inspired Jamie and Pretty Boy's
liaison on the balcony, please include your e-mail address with your
comments and I will send it to you.
I Just Love Being a Girl
Part 2
By: Melissa Attimes
As time went on I eventually got breast implants. Julie said that with my
slender frame that small ones would look better besides she said she
couldn't tolerate the idea of me having bigger breasts than her so I
opted for an A cup size. I loved how they shimmed when I moved and they
stood up so nicely that I didn't even need to wear a bra. The guys I
dated also loved to fondle them and suck on their nipples.
As the band traveled I had lots of boyfriends. Most were horrified when
they discovered my secret but a few didn't care. In time I learned that I
could almost always fool my sex partners into thinking I was a real girl.
I would wear a female pad and tell them it was my time of the month and
offer my back entrance, which they eagerly accepted. If I wasn't wearing
a pad I would super vigilant to keep their hands away from my crotch. As
a diversion I became especially good at giving blowjobs. Once I had my
wet tongue sliding around the tip and length of their dick they went into
a trance and pretty much didn't care about anything else. Once I told a
guy that found my male parts that I was a hermaphrodite. I couldn't
believe that he actually believed me. Some guys are so dumb.
I considered getting sex reassignment surgery. Julie said that it wasn't
necessary since I was getting laid more than anyone she knew; beside she
said that my dick may come in handy some day so it was better to keep it
just in case.
Eventually Julie met a guy she really liked. I suspect that she was
mainly in love with his money because he was quite a bit older than her
and not at all what I thought was her type. She left the band and married
him. There was a prenuptial agreement that required her to produce a male
heir within the first 5 years of marriage.
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