Promises Kept
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It all started with my best friend DJ crying in my room telling me how much
he hated life and how he would never find a girl to date him. I was really
uncomfortable with him sitting there sobbing. My dad was military and hated
crybabies, but this was my best friend. All I could do was sit there and
tell him it was gonna be ok.
"Look DJ, its gonna happen man, the girls at our school are just lame. Just
relax, you'll get through it."
He turned to look up at me through his tear streaked eyes. "Why can't just
one of them like me?!" I didn't know what to do. I crouched down and put my
hand on his shoulder. "Look man, if there was anything, ANYTHING, I could
do, I'd do it. I swear!"
Little did I know that those words would forever change my life.
After a while, DJ headed home and I just lounged around the house. Tomorrow
was Monday and while DJ had problems with the ladies, there was this new
girl named Rebecca that I was dieing to talk to. She was gorgeous, 5'4,
tiny waist, great body. I like short girls cause I'm only 5'6. And she
always wore the hottest clothes. I'd heard her dad owned the new Mercedes
Benz dealership or something. Anyway, I racked out early cause I wanted to
wake up early and take some extra time getting ready.
At 4:30am my alarm went off and wouldn't stop. I didn't remember setting it
for that early, but I was up so I figured I would start getting ready. I
was barely awake when I stumbled into the shower. I turned it on and just
sat there under the water. Letting my long black hair soak I just kinda
stood there thinking about what to do. That was the last normal thing that
happened.
As I was standing there thinking about what I should wear and things like
that, I calmy reached over and grabbed a Pink razor and some shaving cream
and started to lather up my legs. My mind was semi distracted and I didn't
even really realize something was wrong until I felt the blade start down
at my ankle. I tried to freeze, to stop what I was doing, but my body just
kept shaving. First one leg, then the other. Then my armpits, arms, and
finally, my crotch. Now, I'm not a hairy guy, but this was a whole new
level of weird.
As I stood there letting the water wash over my now hairless body, I
couldn't help but wonder why I was doing this. My hands worked of their own
accord, grabbing shampoo and conditioner, face wash, things I had never
before seen in my shower. See, I live with just me and my Mom. Dad split a
few years back and sends cards, but I never did live up to his version of
being a man. But Mom's bathroom was downstairs, and mine was upstairs. I
looked around and had no idea where this stuff was coming from.
After finishing with my hair, it seemed like I had control again. I turned
off the water and got out. Drying off felt really weird. The big soft
fluffy towel felt completely different. After drying off, I reached for my
deoderant, and instead, grabbed a bottle of lotion, and proceeded to spread
this lilac smelling lotion all over my body. It felt amazing, but my mind
was going nuts. I had no control over what was going on. It felt like
someone else was pulling the strings and I was puppet. I tried to calm down
and think what could be causing this, but the feelings of my now hairless
body just kept distracting me.
After the lotion, I just kept wondering what was next. I didn't have to
wait long. I reached up and grabbed deoderant, and a spray bottle that I
had never seen before. This stuff was coming out of nowhere. All I could do
was close my eyes and let it all happen. As I sprayed perfume on myself, I
opened my eyes and couldn't help but breathe in. This was the exact perfume
that Rebecca wore! My mind was racing, but I still couldn't fight it. My
body just kept doing what it wanted, and I was just along for the ride.
I reached over and started picking up cosmetics. I have no idea what I was
doing. Brushes and tweezers and weird looking torture devices followed. All
I know for sure is that I plucked my eyebrows into this crazy feminine arch
and then started applying makeup. To this day, I'm not 100% sure on what I
did, but all I know is at the end of it all, I was made up like a showgirl.
I had deep dark eyes, and big pouty glossy lips. My body just keeps going,
pulling out hair products and brushes. And goes to town, I even pulled out
scissors and cut away my bangs so they hang just over my forehead. After
cutting and straightening my hair, I pulled it back into a high and tight
ponytail and smiled to myself.
I thought I might be done, but out comes a box of fake acrylic nails. Now
I've seen my mom mess with these things and my god does that stuff stink.
But I applied those things like I worked in a salon. I had them on faster
then I knew what to think. Looking at myself in the mirror, all I saw was a
hairless boy with the hands and face of a girl. It was weird, all I could
think was how cute I looked and how much I needed to look good. I also had
a weird thought about how I wanted to try a different style of makeup
tomorrow, maybe something with dark red lips...
Walking into my bedroom, I got control of myself again. My first thought
was to turn around undo everything that had just been done. Well, that
thought ended pretty quickly. I tried to turn around, and my body just
stood there. I tried to reach down and rip off the nails or pull my hair
out, but all I did was buff my nails and run my fingers through my hair. As
I tried to fight it, my body just walked towards my walk in closet.
Deciding that fighting it wasnt gonna do me any good, I figured I would try
and put some clothes on. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as my clothes
where all the same.
I grabed a white wife beater, some white boxer briefs, a pair of jeans and
my favorite superman t. As I got dressed, I figured I would just toss on my
sandals, and maybe once I was dressed I would be able to get rid of all
this makeup. Although, I did admit that the lipgloss tasted really nice. I
kept licking my lips. Once I was dressed, I grabbed my wallet and keys and
threw them into my empty backpack. I had left my books at school on Friday
and knew I would need to bring some home today. As I walked by my dresser,
I had to stop and grab my sunglasses, a pair of dogtags DJ had given me,
and my watch. Just as I turned around, I remembered that I had taken off my
old ring from my dad so I grabbed that as well.
Getting ready for school had made me feel so normal that for some reason I
had forgotten the make-up, hair, and nails. So feeling 100% better, and
remembering that I was totally gonna ask Rebecca out tonight, I walked out
the door feeling like a million bucks. I poped in my earbuds and cranked up
my iPod as I strolled to school. Everything was right in the world. The
weather was a little chilly, but I knew it would warm up. There where perks
to living in San Diego. As I walked to school, I started to notice
something different. My strides shortened, and my sandals started to feel a
bit tighter and different. Stopping and looking down, I realized the
problem. I was now wearing 5" magenta heels with a cute little satin
rosette accent! Whats worse, my pants had tightened up so bad you could
almost tell my religion! I leaned forward to be able to see my cute toes
(Wait where did that thought come from) over my boobs. WAIT! WHAT THE? My
t-shirt was no longer Superman. Instead, it was a flirty Betty Boop. And
pushing it out in the front where a pair of pretty decent sized lumps, at
least from my perspective. I pulled the front of my shirt open and peered
down. Inside was this bra, leopard print cups, with pink straps. And my
boobs? Well, apparently I came fully equipped with my own pair of huge fake
titties. It was all too weird.
I stood there for a good 5 minutes trying to figure it all out. I tried to
turn around. I knew Mom was gone and wouldn't be back till late, I could
just call out sick and no one would know. I tried to turn around, and
instead of heading home, I started swaying to school. I say swaying, cause
apparently, 5 inch heels make your ass swing from side to side like its no
ones business. Once again, I was a passenger in my own body. As I got
nearer to school, I pulled out my earphones and threw them in my purse
because I didn't want to get them taken away. Right about then, I realized
my backpack was now a nice black faux alligator shoulder bag. I thought to
myself "Well, if I'm gonna dress like a chick, at least I have nice
things!"
As I neared school, I started to get really nervous. It hadn't occured to
me that I was about to sway my way into school, and have everyone I knew
see me like this. I stopped and saw myself in the reflection of a huge bay
window. My makeup was flawless, my hair was pulled back into a severe
ponytail that just added to my beauty. My shoes made my butt and chest
stick out. My jeans looked like I had painted them on with a spray gun.
Heck, even the sunglasses I was wearing had turned all huge and girly. My
necklace, my ring, even my watch had become a bunch of silver bangle
bracelets. As I stared at myself, the only thing that made it so I didn't
look like the hottest girl about to grace my school was my bulge.
Apparently, seeing this gorgeous girl in front of me had sparked a few
horemones in me. And while it was good to see I was still a man, the hard
cock showing through just made the vision all the more graphic.
I was scared, I couldn't do anything to get rid of it all, and I was barely
a block from school. Kids where starting to file past me as they walked
themselves. I kept expecting any minute for a kid to scream and point or
start laughing. But nothing happened. I guess whatever powers had taken
over my life decided that i was gonna be late or something like that. I
turned and started strutting to school, an even more exaggerated sway to my
step. As I neared school I saw DJ, and just before he could control it, a
look of surprise came over his face. As I walked up to him, he smiled. "Hey
bro, hows it going?"
I stood there staring at him and knew that right now was a test. "DJ, tell
me bro, does there look like there is anything wrong with me? Like is
anything out of place?"
I can see him raise his eyebrow and look me over. "Nah man, I mean, those
shoes look like they might have a big high of a heel for school but you
always wear crazy heels. Why do you ask man?"
My face fell. "No reason." I could always tell when DJ was messing with me.
He had no poker face. And he wasn't messing with me. I sighed and we walked
into school. I could feel people staring at me, just not in the way I
expected. The girls looked jealous, the guys looked curious. I even got a
few cat calls. Each time it happened, I wanted to run and hide, but my body
responded differently. I would throw back my hair, put my shoulders back
and strut just a little bit more. My ass was swinging wider then I thought
was possible. I had to admit, the attention felt good though. No one seemed
to notice my raging hard on though. I couldn't figure it all out. DJ and I
split, his first class was math, and I had history. I strutted in and
smiled at my teacher, sitting in my chair and crossing my legs like a
chick. I leaned back and reached into my purse, pulling out lip gloss and
sliding some more on. I kept licking my lips, it just tasted so good. Every
guy in class stared at me, even Mr. Hanson. I couldn't really pay attention
in class, I just kinda sat there and figeted. Playing with my nails, or
twirling the end of my ponytail.
After class was over, I felt the need to pee. My body seemed to know what
to do as it swayed straight over to the mens room. I sasheyed in and walked
right up to the urinal. Unzipping those jeans with nails should have been
crazy hard, but I did it like a pro. My cock was still hard, and I knew
that was gonna be an issue, but it softened just long enough for me to
stand there, my super tight jeans pulled down just enough. I must have made
for one heck of a sight. After shaking it out and zipping back up, I walked
over to the sink and washed up. Just as I was finishing, in walked Jeremy
Godwyn, the running back. This guy was king of the school, and a pretty
major bully. We had been friends back in grade school, but drifted apart as
he went into sports and I just kind of cruised. We locked eyes for a minute
then, he broke the gaze and looked me up and down. I could feels his eyes
crawl up every part of my body. I felt myself stand up straighter, pushing
my shoulders back and my ass out. I had no idea, but I knew I wanted him to
like my body. My arousal went through the roof. I wasn't gay, but knowing
that he was staring at me, seeing the bulge in his basketball shorts and
knowing that I caused it. It was driving me nuts. He was first to break the
silence "Hey." I turned and leaned against the sink and licked my lips "Hey
Jeremy. Hows it going?"
All he could do is stare at me, and all I could do is stare at his ever
expanding crotch. I leaned forward off the sink and swayed up to him. In my
mind, I was going insane. This was not what I wanted. I was not gay, but
every part of me wanted him. I crouch down, not wanting to mess up my jeans
on the dirty floor and reach up, rubbing his cock through his shorts. I
look up, staring into his eyes through my eyelashes, and lick my lips. I
can feel my breathing go shallow as I whisper "Is that for me Jeremy?" All
he can do is nod as my fingers slip into his waistband and slide his shorts
down. My own hardon is raging in my panties, I can feel it slide across the
satin as I lean foward in my crouch. My eyes never leave his as I lean
foward and slide my tounge along his the underside of his cock. It tastes
like nothing I have ever tasted before, sweaty, salty, manly. My brain is
on fire, cause all I want is to take his cock in my mouth but I know its
wrong. I shouldn't be crouched here dressed like this, with my old friends
cock on my tongue. My hand strokes him up and down as I try and fight this.
Here I am, crouched in the mens room, with a guys cock in my hand, and I am
almost drooling. I can taste my lipgloss as I stare into Jeremy's eyes and
lick my lips. His hands reach down and rest on my head as I lean forward
and take his cock in my mouth. His cock slides past my lips and I can
almost feel it all happening to me. I start to swirl my tongue around on
his head and the feelings on my cock just intensify. I can't help it, I
want more. Apparently, Jeremy felt the same way. I could feel his hand move
to the back of my head and grab hold of my ponytail. It was here I realized
that I wasn't the one in charge any more as he began to face fuck me. Using
my ponytail to control my head, he just started sliding his big cock right
in and out. I was in the wierdest heaven and hell moment of my life. IF you
ignored the fact that I was dressed like a whore and crouching in the mens
room with a cock pistoning in and out of my mouth, this was the most
amazing moment of my life. I had never gotten a blowjob before, and I could
feel everything I was doing on my own cock. It was amazing. I could feel
the tension building as my cock started to swell a bit more in my panties.
I was so far gone, all I could think of was finishing. I reached down and
started to stroke myself through my jeans and panties. That sent me over
the edge, and right as I felt the wave of relief come over me as I started
to cum, I felt Jeremy shove his cock as deep into my throat as he could and
start blasting wave after wave of hot spunk down my throat. His 9" cock was
buried to the hilt in my throat, and I was cumming so hard it hurt.
As I crouched there in my magenta heels and tight skinny jeans blasting cum
into my tight satin panties, Jeremy pulled out and smiled as he watched the
last few blasts slap into my face. Smiling down at me, he smirked. "Thanks
slut, I needed that. Got a high stress game later." With that, he pulled up
his pants and walked out, leaving me there with jizz sliding down my face
and a huge wetspot growing in the front of my jeans. I stood up and leaned
against the sink again. I just leaned against it and thought. I wanted to
cry, or shout, or do anything other then stand there and let the cum on my
face and in my jeans cool and dry. Shaking it off, I turned around and
proceeded to wash my face, and then without thinking, started to repair my
makeup. After that was done, my cock felt wet, sticky, and hard. I knew I
couldn't walk into the halls like this. I knew I needed to hide it or
something, but there was no way. My purse was tiny. Right then, a plan came
into my head. I pulled out my cell and texted DJ to bring me the extra pair
of clothes he stores in his locker for me. See, Living so close, I don't
usually need to change after P.E. but once in a while I do. So I keep a
pair of shorts and t shirt in DJ's locker just in case. About 30 seconds
later, my phone vibrates and tells me that DJ is on his way. I unbutton my
jeans and reach my hand in to see just how bad the damage is. Just as DJ
walks in, he sees me pulling my hand out of my own jizz stained pants and
just stops, staring at me. Shaking his head, he tosses the bag with my
stuff to me and looks away.
I reach into my bag and pull out a clean pair of boxers, a pair of Dickie's
shorts and my Chucks. I get kind of excited cause I'm hoping I wont have to
walk around in these insane shoes anymore. DJ can't seem to help but stare
at me, and all I can feel is the shame of the situation. I walk into the
bathroom and close the door. I step out of the crazy heels and sigh as my
feet touch the cold floor. I pull down the soaked pants and panties and
shove them into the bag that DJ brought me. I set the heels in with them
and pull out of pair of black boxers. I set them to the side and pull out
my shorts and my chucks. I smile to myself as I realize that I finally
don't have to wear those insane shoes and I slip my feet into my shoes. For
some reason it doesnt occur to me to slip on my boxers and I slide my
shorts up, resting them on my hips. I lean against the wall of the stall
and close my eyes taking a deep breath.
After a second to compose myself, I stepped out of the stall, and heard the
destinctive clicking of heels again. In my head I was screaming, raging
against the changes happening. I looked down and realized that my shirt had
changed, my shorts felt a LOT tighter, and I could feel my legs being
molded by killer heels again. I swayed over to the mirrors and saw myself
standing there. I had on 5 inch heels again, these where simpler. They
where black but had much less shoe then I was used to seeing. My shorts had
turned into super tight black satin short shorts, and of course my hardon
was back. My shirt was white and a lot tighter, it seemed to be more of a
tank top with some stuff on the straps. I looked like my own wet dream,
minus the fact that I was a guy. I could see DJ's face in the mirror and he
was staring at my ass like we had stared at so many girls before.
I sauntered over to the sink, unable to control myself again and began to
fix my makeup. My lips got colored in a much darker lipstick this time, and
I did a few other things. Things felt right, even if I could still taste
cum in my mouth. After a few minutes I looked back over my shoulder at DJ
"So, do I look presentable bro?"
"Damn man, those shorts are tiny, are you gonna be able to get away with
those or are they too small for dresscode?" DJ was so enthralled with
staring at my ass as I bent over the sink that he didn't even look me in
the eyes as he responded. I could feel the lower part of my ass sliding out
the bottom of the shorts.
I smiled into the mirror and bent forward just a little more. My mind was
screaming, I knew I was starting to flirt back. I tried to take my mind off
that by testing some things with DJ. "Hey, tell me D, do I look different
then normal today? Like is something different about me?" With that I put
my hands over my head and did a slow turn, my body was doing everything it
could to emphasize my new feminine charms. DJ kind of smiled and leaned
back, his hands in his pockets.
"Nah babe, you look great, like always. Hey, we better get going, if we are
too much later everyone is gonna think we where in here having sex or
something." And he laughed as he headed out, shooting a knowing smile over
his shoulder at me. I had no choice but to follow him out, the problem was
at this point I didn't know if I was doing it because I chose to, or if I
was being controlled. The differences in feeling when I was being
controlled where changing and feeling more natural.
My next class was english. I didn't do much in this class either. I kind of
just sat there and drew in my notebook, not really paying attetion. As the
class was ending I was dreading the next part. Lunch.
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