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The adventures of Celia By Robin Y. Getting all dressed up with heels and jewelry.....glamorous makeup and hair....delicate perfume announcing your presence. These are some of my favorite times (as I'm sure it is for some readers).....when there is cause to get so all dolled up, now that is another excitement altogether. I have been interested in such things for as long as I can remember. My first recollection of an attraction to the feminine world was when I was around 9 years old. A girl cousin of mine (who was two years older than I was) and her mother came over to our house. I lived alone with my mother since my older sister got married and I was happy that Jolene was coming over. She played piano and we would sing and sometimes we would play word games....whatever, it was nice to have company. This particular visit was the afternoon of Halloween and my mother and aunt were dressing us up as Raggedy Anne and Raggedy Andy for a costume party. To be honest, I wasn't thrilled. I didn't know who this Raggedy Andy was, but I was confident dressing like him was not going to fun....maybe resulting in embarrassment. At that age I had started to become aware of the differences between boys and girls and to be dressed up by your mother for a costume contest seemed kind of girly to me. As I later learned, this Andy character doll was sold primarily to young girls as part of a doll package. I guess like Ken to Barbie....except that they were not human replicas like the Barbie line.....more like a rag doll a girl might have on her bed. As this all unfolded, even at that age I knew I was in a compromised position. The costumes were like the scarecrow in wizard of oz or something and the picture my aunt had of the dolls showed their hair was longish and shaggy. Jolene had plenty of hair, but since I had fairly close cropped hair they decided I needed a wig. My Aunt brought an old short woman's wig that was a mess. They fooled with it and managed to get most tangles out.....then they decided to try it like that because, after all, it was RAGGEDY Andy. I had been dressed in an 'overall' like piece of clothing....it had a Bib top like the farmer on Captain Kangaroo.... And then it continued past my waist ending at my thighs. Waist down it was like baggy shorts, but they were connected to the farmer's top. The material was corduroy. I had knee high socks put on me and I don't remember what kind of shoes....something of mine I'm sure. My mother allowed me to look at myself at that point and I was totally freaked out. Then I saw Jolene's mother putting makeup on her.....no no no! This can't be happening. I knew I was next and I was correct. They didn't try to make me look like a girl...I was supposed to be Andy, but unfortunately for me lipstick, mascara and blush do make a 9 year old boy look like a girl.....if anyone took me for a boy without knowing the doll they would have figured I was a sissy. My fear did not diminish when the cosmetics were applied to my face, but the smell....the taste....the feel of the makeup was intense....and so after awhile I couldn't distinguish between my fear of humiliation and excitement over the makeup. Even the wig....crappy as it was....even it felt right...it was the property of some girl and I felt sure no other boy had ever worn it. Somehow I liked being included in an exclusive group. This was my first time as best that I can remember, but definitely not the last. The next vivid recollection I have with regard to my feminization was when I was 13. My mother had her own business and worked long hours...and she loved what she did to make a living. This particular afternoon was a Friday and school was out Monday....so we had a 3 day weekend from school. When I got home from school I went up to my room to take off the navy blue Dockers pants and my white shirt (my school uniform) and slipped on some jeans and a t-shirt. Sometimes I would put on some of my mother's lipstick or some piece of lingerie in the hamper or slip on mother's heels for a few minutes.....prancing around and then culminating with masturbation and cleaning myself up for mother's return from work. I always gave myself extra time so if mom came home early I might still be okay. I knew she wouldn't be walking in at 1:30pm on this particular day, so I decided I would start with red lipstick and heels and then depending....I might try a bra. I applied the creamy color to my lips and put on a pair of black high heels and was in the kitchen getting myself a soda when without warning, I heard the front door open and close and someone call out. "Anybody home?" It was Jolene. Her parents often took trips and as she was the only of their children still living at home and she would sometimes stay with us while her parents were out of town. I looked around for a place to hide.....no such luck. From the kitchen I could go outside into the backyard or I could go out into the dining area which opened into the den and hallway. I grabbed a dish towel and was frantically wiping my lips when Jolene walked into the kitchen. "What are you doin', cuz?" Jolene asked. I held the towel to my mouth and mumbled something about feeling sick. I looked in her face and I saw her eyes slowly descend from my face to my feet. "Oh, no!" In my panic I actually forgot about the shoes. I froze. Suddenly a smile began to cross her face. "My mother would never have let me wear heels that high when I was your age. Does Aunt Lucy let you wear them out in public or are you just trying them on and pretending?" She giggled teasingly. I was afraid to speak. I knew I was caught and didn't know what to do or say. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. Jolene walked over to the cabinets and took out a glass then went to the refrigerator and poured herself some juice. I came to grips with the situation and took off for my room, stumbling in the heels as I did. I finished cleaning off the lipstick and put the shoes back in my mother's closet and then was sitting on my bed thinking that my life as I knew it was over when Jolene knocked on my closed door. "Come in!" I said. The door opened and Jolene walked in. "Sorry I surprised you. Moms told Aunt Lucy last night that I would be coming over this afternoon.....please don't be afraid....I won't tell anyone. It's not a crime to wear women's shoes....I do it all the time." And again she giggled as she spoke. Jolene was 15 at the time and as far as I was concerned she was a perfect young woman. Good student always dressed well and was very popular at school. She was even a cheerleader. I was still completely embarrassed and couldn't find any words to say. Finally, after what seemed like an hour of silence, Jolene spoke again. "Listen up cousin....up until now we have had a great relationship, which as you know, in our family is rare. I have no intention of giving up my favorite cousin and my singing partner (we hadn't sung together in probably a year). Besides, it's not like you were all dolled up with makeup and a dress?" she said continuing to try and relieve the tension. The look on my face must have told her there was more to my story because she continued to dig at me. "Hmmmm! Let's see! High heel shoes and what I am sure was red lipstick...." She looked up and to the left like girls do when they are being coy. Seeing her looking so feminine and teasing I just wanted to put on her clothes and be her (which didn't help my confidence any). Then suddenly she changed her expression and got serious. "Tell me the truth....you weren't just trying out those heels and lipstick were you?" The look on my face gave me away. "Don't be afraid....lots of boys wear girls clothes. Relax....you can tell me. I know you silly, you are my cousin and I love you. This doesn't change that." "Who?" I asked. "Who what? Oh, you mean who as in boys who like to dress like girls! You might be surprised. Now, if you promise to tell me the truth and the whole truth I will tell you a secret about me." I stared at her pink lips unable to look in her eyes...."what do you want to know?" I asked her. "For one, have you ever gone....eh....all the way?" I didn't know what she was saying. "You know, dressed from head to toe....with makeup and your hair fixed?" For some reason the walls of denial began to crumble. I told her about how I still remember when our mothers had made us up like Raggedy Anne and Raggedy Andy and that what I remembered most was having to wear the lipstick and rouge. "I remember that well, I was eleven years old and I didn't want to dress like a doll for some stupid party......so you liked the lipstick...what was it about it that you like so much?" she asked seriously. I liked the smell and the way my lips would stick together a little when I opened my mouth reminding me that I was wearing girl's lipstick.....and, don't laugh.....when I would pass a mirror and see my red lips looking back at me I would get this really nice warm feeling all over." I wasn't holding back. If I could trust anyone it was Jolene....even with the two years difference in age we still enjoyed each other's company and trust....I know I would never do anything to harm her in any way and I believed she felt the same towards me. After giving her details on some of my experimentation and my feelings about it, she asked me if I liked boys. "You know....like... like?" I had never considered my sexual orientation. I was just at an age where boys and girls begin to like one another and I knew that girls made me excited.....emotionally and in my pants. I had never even considered boys in that way, but I knew what she was asking. "I don't think so......I mean I like pretending to be a girl, but I think I like girls in the way you are talking about," I said honestly. "Well, it doesn't matter to me one way or another.....which leads me to my secret. Now, I do trust you, CeCe (my name is Charles Craig Johnson, but since I can remember she has always called me by my initials which are C and C....duh!) and I know if you promise you will never intentionally tell, but you have to be very careful that you don't let something slip......as careful as you want me to be with your little secret....okay?" Her smile let me know it wasn't a threat, but a pact between us that had to be protected. Then Jolene dropped the bombshell. "The reason I asked is because I do!" "You what?" I said naively. "I like girls, too." There was a long pause. "You're a.....a...." I was searching for the word. "Lesbian... gay? Yes I am those things," she said matter of fact. "How do you know?" I asked innocently. Jolene began to laugh hysterically. When she was able to catch her breath she said that I would understand in a couple of years....or maybe sooner. We went into the kitchen to get something to drink and the phone rang and I answered. "Hello?" "Charles, is that you?" It was mom calling. "Yeah, mom....Jolene is here and we were just talking," I responded. "Oh, good! Something has come up and I have a meeting over dinner tonight. I probably won't be home until at least 11pm. There is some casserole in the fridge you can heat or you can order some takeout if you prefer. At least you won't be alone tonight." Jolene overheard enough of the conversation to get the gist of it and asked for the phone. "Hello! Aunt Lucy? Yes everything is fine here. Mom and dad left for Colorado this morning and they said they would be back on Tuesday. Yeah, they are taking advantage of the long weekend. I was wondering, since you are going to be late if it would be alright if we went to my house to sleep tonight. Well...I have some videos that we could watch and I'll even cook supper for us." Although Jolene came to stay with us when her parents were out of town she was more than able to stay at home without a babysitter. She said she liked to come over so she wouldn't be alone in their big house .... She sometimes got lonely all by herself. She had been coming over to spend the night for years and when she first started she was still too young to stay by herself. As she got older she just kept up the routine. "Oh great! I promise. If we have any trouble I will call right away....I have you on my cell speed dial. Thanks Aunt Lucy.....we'll call in the morning to let you know how it went and discuss what we can do tomorrow. Hope your meeting goes well!" and Jolene put the phone down. "Your mother said that you are to do whatever I tell you to do." She said with a little twinkle in her eye. "Also, that we can go to my house to spend the night." "Why do you want to go back home? Mother won't be back until late....we can do whatever we want until then," I asked her. "Well, let's see! Do you have any girl's clothes in your size.....heel besides your mothers......makeup for a teenager?" I looked at her questioningly....."Well, do you?" she asked. "No, of course not," I replied wondering where things were leading. "Well, I do. I have lots of things and some of it will fit you.....I'm sure. You said that you have never been able to dress up completely, this is your chance." My hands began to tremble. Had I died and gone to heaven?....it couldn't really be happening.....could it. I packed a few things and we got in Jolene's car (her dad had his own business and was very wealthy) and drove to her house listening to the radio with the top down. Although I've been there many times I still marvel at their house. It is large, but not overly. The furnishings are really nice and my Aunt Harriet has great taste....it was like going to a nice hotel, just smaller. "First things first!" said Jolene. Have you ever smoked pot?" she asked. "No...I've never even seen any.....have you?" I asked her. "Yes, I have and I happen to have some in my bedroom. Come on." She said walking through her house. I want to smoke a little right now, but you don't have to try it if you don't want to.....if you do... I think that would be okay, too." We walked through the house to her bedroom and she pulled a little box from one of her purses hanging in the closet. She opened the box and held up a little tiny bag with some green little balls in it.....I could see it had some plant stuff on it, but not what I would have imagined it to look like. She then held up a little tiny pipe she also took from the box. "I like to smoke it in a pipe. It makes a lot less mess." She said as though she were pouring a glass of water. I sat mesmerized as she pinched a little piece off of one of the little buds, I think she called it...and stuffed into the pipe bowl. She took a lighter from her purse and she lit it and put it over the bowl. I could see that she was breathing in something from the pipe and when she stopped and moved her lips away a little cloud of smoke swirled up from the bowl. She held her breath for a minute and then breathed out smoke. It looked like fun. I had snuck cigarettes from my mother's purse and secretly smoked them.....sometimes if mother wasn't going to be home soon I would go in the bathroom and open a window, put on lipstick and smoke while watching myself in the bathroom mirror. Eventually this led to masturbating while watching myself leave lipstick traces on my cigarette filter. It sounds perverted now, but at the time it was innocent and natural (at least the masturbating was). After resting for a few seconds after exhaling, Jolene lit the pipe again. When she took it from her mouth she leaned over and handed it toward me. She was holding her breath and didn't say anything, but she looked at me like it was okay either way. I reached out and took the pipe. I took the lighter she offered and lit the bowl. Wanting to look cool I took a deep drag like I had learned to do with cigarettes.....but marijuana isn't cigarettes. I coughed until I thought I couldn't breathe. Finally, I got some relief thanks to the water Jolene brought me. After taking a swallow and a deep breath I looked at Jolene. She had a strange look on her face and she was smiling like she had just won the lottery. While I was trying to figure out Jolene who was busy taking things from drawers and such, I realized that I was stoned....at least I assumed that was what stoned was. I felt giddy and happy and free like I hadn't ever before (and maybe since). "Listen, CeCe.....if we are going to do this we need to do it right...... especially for your first time all the way. I want you to go into my shower and use the body wash to clean your whole body....everywhere! Understand? Then wash that beautiful hair....I've been wanting to get my hands on it since forever.....use conditioner, its next to the shampoo.....then when you are ready to get out call me....before you get out okay?" I nodded and went into the femininely adorned bathroom and shut the door behind me. I was so excited I was glad Jolene wasn't in there when I took my shorts and jockeys off. My little 4" partner was at full attention. I am not sure if I was glad that Jolene wasn't there because it was hard or because I thought it was small. I showered and washed and conditioned my hair. All of Jolene's bath products were scented and I began to smell like a florist's shop. When I finished I turned off the water and called out to Jolene. She cracked the door and stuck her head in... "Was that you, sweetie?" "Yes, I'm finished....what do you want me to do now?" I asked. "Grab that towel and tie it around you while you're still in the shower.....be sure to tie it up above your breasts....girls always wear their towels that way." I did what she instructed and tucked in the towel where it overlapped. By this time Jolene was fully in the room. "Let me see what I have to work with....hmmmm!" The shower door was open and she looked me over like a piece of sculpture she was working on. "Not much leg or arm hair.....raise your arm dear.....just a little fuzz under there....Okay, we are going to shave your legs and underarms.....you don't have much now, so no one will probably notice.....but it will be an experience you will enjoy I am sure." With practiced precision Jolene rid me of all hair that might be offensive to a teenage girl. At one point my shoulder length hair was dripping and she wrapped a towel around it like a turban. "Now you are starting to shape up! Let me have that towel and put on this robe." She said handing me a silk.....kimono I think she called it. I turned so as to not expose myself as I took the towel from my body and reached for the robe. "If we are going to have some fun tonight you are going to have to relax a little......we are all girls tonight.....remember that......you and I are both girls tonight." I couldn't tell if she was ordering me or if she was offering me. I really didn't care....I was so excited that the problem the shower had erased....was back. "Here, put these panties on....you'll feel more secure.... the robe is a bit short." She giggled as she handed me a pair of light blue nylon panties. I slipped on the panties and then turned to face her. "You know, CeCe? You already kind of look like a girl. With the robe and your hair in the towel like that.....I never noticed how high your cheekbones are.....and those eyelashes, I can't wait to see them with mascara." I must have been blushing because she smiled knowingly and rubbed my shoulder. The shower had helped me regain a little of the control I felt I was losing after smoking the pot and the fantasy I was living seemed to come into a new light. This wasn't a dream and I wasn't fantasizing....how much better could it get....well, let me tell you....it did get better...and better....and better. Jolene walked me over to her makeup vanity and we sat side by side on the stool. As she looked at me in the mirror I decided to put myself completely in her hands. "Okay you sit here... let me a get a chair. She got up and pulled a dainty chair she had near her bed and brought it over to where I was sitting. "Now turn around this way...yes, away from the mirror facing me." She put her chair right up in front of where I was sitting and sat down. She began gently passing her hand over my face....boy was I glad I had the panties on or I would have made a spectacle of myself. "You have wonderful eyebrows. There are a few stragglers...." She said grabbing a pair of tweezers. I kind of panicked, but she quickly calmed me. "Look!" she said pointing to a few hairs which were by themselves and had nothing to do with my main brows. Of course I couldn't see what she was pointing to so I just said, "Okay, I trust you." "That's what I wanted to hear. You know I won't embarrass you or do anything to make you look weird"....she was plucking as she talked..... "But remember we agreed to be two girls tonight so I think just a little plucking is in order....when you get older you might want to have them waxed. Pretty brows really can make a face." I looked at her brows and was jealous of the beautifully arched brows she sported. When she finished my brows she said she would paint my nails next. "That way they can dry while I do your hair and makeup." She laid out 4 different nail polishes for me to choose from. I looked at her pretty manicured nails with the light reflecting off of their Pink sheen. "I like yours," I said rather timidly. "Thank you CeCe, but girls like to wear different colors when they go out together....what about this light Grape...that would look nice." I stared at the bottle of nail polish and couldn't even speak....I just nodded. Jolene deftly waved the little brush until all ten of my fingers sported pretty Grape fingernails. The smell of the polish was intoxicating and I was struggling not to let my fingers shake as she applied the cool liquid. Upon completion, I held out my hands in front of me and admired my new fingernails....on a girl's hands. Next she removed the towel from my head and fluffed out my still damp hair. "I think I can do something with my blow dryer." She said looking at me rather clinically. She turned on the blower and began drying my shoulder length hair, talking to me as she did so. "You have really thick hair, CeCe....you should think of getting a body wave......some red or dark blonde highlights would look soooo good in your hair." Then she was finished. I started to turn and look in the mirror, but she put her hand on my shoulder..." not yet, cousin. Let me do your makeup first. Wow....I just noticed you have a pierced ear....I can't believe Aunt Lucy let you get it done." "She doesn't know. I only wear this one little stud and only when I'm home alone. A girl at school did it for me....she gave me both studs because she said she couldn't use just one....so I have a spare." "She hasn't noticed the small hole?" asked Jolene. "Nah, she quit looking in my ears years ago. Without the stud it kind of looks like a mole or a blemish is all." I said kind of proud of the fact I had pulled off having an earring. "Too bad they're not both pierced....I've got some great earrings you could wear." My heart sank.....I wanted so badly to be able to wear her earrings. "I have a piercing gun....I could do your other ear if you like....if no one noticed the first one they probably wouldn't see the other one either?" I gulped. "Sure, why not," I volunteered and Jolene jumped up and down clapping. "I'm going to put a sleeper in this one so that we can try different earrings tonight." I had no idea what a sleeper was and readily agreed. When Jolene began applying my makeup...I was reminded of the time with mom and Aunt Harriet and the costume contest....only this time it was real girl makeup applied to make me look exactly like a girl...not some stupid doll. She put concealer over a few spots she wanted to erase she said and then put what she called Mousse foundation over my whole face. As she blended it with her fingers I began to fidget in the bench. "Are you okay?" Jolene asked. "Yes, I'm fine," I replied wondering how I was going to get dressed with my little willie as stiff as he was. Jolene bushed on some powder saying that it would set the foundation. Then she began on my eyes. She lined my eyes in black with liquid eyeliner and when it dried she curled my lashes with a severe looking little gadget. She applied mascara next, two coats of lengthening formula that would make my lashes jump out she said. Next she brushed on three different shades of eye shadow. One was a gold color, one was a dark brown and one was very light beige. I couldn't see how she was using them, but every once in a while she would look down into my eyes and smile. "Girl, with those eyes you would be a shoe-in for homecoming court." I didn't know what homecoming court was, but I knew it was a compliment and I beamed. "Hold it! Just like that with the apples of your cheeks full......she brushed some blush against the apples of my cheeks and then....okay now suck in your cheeks." As she said the last part she sucked in her own cheeks to show me what to do. After I sucked mine in and feeling kind of silly....she took a larger brush and a different blush and began to sweep it over my whole face...paying a lot of attention to my temples and the outer part of my face just above my ears. With one last light touch on my forehead she pronounced me done. "Oh! Can I see now....please?" I was beside myself with excitement and curiosity. "Not yet, honey bee! Let me do your lips with this grape lipstick......a little gloss in the middle.... I hadn't noticed how full your lips are, CeCe.....I know a lot of girls who would get collagen pumped into theirs to get them to look as full as yours...if their parents would let them." Jolene continued her control of the action and got a pair of hoop earrings, a necklace and a plain wide gold bracelet that made my small hands with my polished nails look absolutely tiny....I love it and couldn't wait to see the whole image. "Okay, you can see the face, but I'm not through with your hair and we've got to get you dressed....so don't take all night admiring yourself." She said allowing me to turn and see myself in the mirror. I don't know if it was terror or ecstasy, but I couldn't stop smiling...then I started giggling and soon Jolene was giggling and when I saw the two us looking like two young high school girls I breathed deeply.....I was home. With her curling iron Jolene fashioned a very feminine hair style and as I moved about I could feel it bounce a little, springing back into shape. Jolene said that since she had done my makeup to look older and just a little on the dramatic side that I should dress appropriately. We are about the same size 6 it turns out and we tried several different outfits ranging from a flirty little pleated skirt to a just above the knee straight black skirt. We tried several blouses....she had some really cute pullovers, but she said she didn't want to mess my hair or makeup. Lastly, she pulled a dress from her closet that made my heart skip a beat. It was covered in little beads that reflected the light.....it shimmered as she held it out for me to see. All I could do was nod. I had removed the last skirt and blouse and was standing in my lingerie and heels. OH! I forgot to tell you about the lingerie. Jolene who is almost a full B cup had some old bras that had padding in them....from before she blossomed she said. She picked one out and handed it to me. "What do you think? Do you like it? I actually used to wear this bra when I was your age. I always liked the lace detail and the little red rose between the cups.....it made me feel older. It was my first bra after my training bra period." I reached out and took the delicate looking piece of clothing and as I brought it close into me I could smell female....I don't know if it was Jolene or if bras come with that smell, but it said I belong to a female.... end of story. "I love it....do you think it will fit me?" I responded. "Let's try and see." Jolene helped me on with the delicacy and then hooked it in back for me. She tugged a little and adjusted the satin straps.....finally she reached in each cup and pulled my childlike chubby boy boobs up and together. With the padding I was filling the cups.....I put my hands over the cups and felt them.......it was a revelation....I love having titties...I don't care if they put me on TV.....this is just too good. Jolene could see my joy and joked. "Don't go getting yourself all excited now....I have a girlfriend already." At that moment the phone rang and Jolene sat on her bed and answered it. "Hey Ashley, I was just talking about you......to my cousin, she's spending the night....my parents are out of town....(Jolene looked over at me and winked)....... Oh nothing really, Celia, that's my cousin...was just trying on some of my clothes....we're the same size 6. Oh, well......hold a minute." Jolene covered the phone and whispered to me that her girlfriend Ashley wanted to come over and if I was alright with that...she said that I could easily pass and could be her girl cousin visiting....it would add to the girly experience. I decided to just go with it...the idea of being in a room with two lesbians in itself had me sold....I nodded yes. Jolene turned back to the phone and said, "That's a great idea.....I promised Celia's mother that I would cook her supper so if you want to eat with us.... she paused and looked at the digital clock beside her bed.....it's four thirty now, l'm going to be cooking fish and it won't take long......with a salad and a half of baked potato .......we'll eat about 7:00. Good, we'll see you at 6:30. What?.....I didn't know you had your brother with you....isn't he 14 now.....he should be able to stay by himself at 14.....you're right, I know how your parents are......He needs to learn to stay out of trouble. Okay, I guess it's alright....just bring him along.....no, I'm not mad, I just hoped you and I could share some time...you know... alone." Jolene looked up at me..."yes I know Celia is here....don't worry it will fine.....what? Maybe so....I don't know if Celia would be interested in a younger boy, she's sixteen." With that Jolene made a goofy face at me and then hung up. "A little twist, cousin. Ashley has to bring her little brother....he's fourteen. You don't have to worry, you look great and we'll just eat, smoke a little pot and have a little fun. Don't worry I will protect you." She said that last part like she was my mother or big sister....at that moment I wished she were. "I know you had your eye on that little blue sequined dress, but for tonight we should tone it down just a little.....don't worry....maybe your mom will let you stay all weekend and you can wear it tomorrow night and we can go out or something." Her words made my heart flutter. We decided on the green pleated skirt and a cream colored sleeveless blouse made of cotton. The blouse was tight around the bosom and seeing the teenage breast straining to get out was almost too much. I was glad that Jolene had loaned me the constrictive girdle when we were about to try the sequined dress. She said she hated it, but that she bought it to wear with the figure hugging dress she bought for a special occasion. As restrictive as the girdle was it was also quite titillating in its femininity....not to mention it had its own feminine odor to it....it was like perfume to me and it pinched in my small waist giving me a feminine if boyish figure....especially with the padded bra. The sleeveless blouse exposed my narrow shoulders and long thin nearly hairless arms. I looked in the mirror and there before me was a really cute auburn haired girl of about sixteen going on eighteen. I stared at the stocking clad legs which ended in 3 ?" black high heels and then back up to the entire image. I was actually a very pretty girl......this is what I had prayed for......it was almost too good to be true and I completely forgot about the guests we were expecting in a couple of hours. Jolene got out her pipe and the little bag of weed and we smoked again. When she had put it away again she got up and went to her purse hanging in the closet and took something out. She walked over to me holding a pack of cigarettes. "I know I'm supposed to be miss goody shoes and all, but as you know I have another side. I hope you won't tell anyone, but I smoke cigarettes, too." She looked at me waiting for some kind of response. "I smoke sometime, too. Not often, but sometimes." I said starting the charade that I was an older girl cousin of Jolene's and helping to fulfill my fantasy. "Okay then Celia, let's go out to the patio and have a smoke." I was nervous about going outside, even in the back yard with no neighbors houses close enough to see anything. We sat and smoked our cigarettes with me doing my best to imitate Jolene's feminine posture and mannerisms. When we went back inside Jolene went into the kitchen to prepare the fish and make the salad and potatoes. I sat in the Living room and turned on the TV. I wasn't really interested in the programming and turned it off and picked up a Vogue Magazine from the coffee table and began to browse though it stopping to look at all the glamorous makeovers and cosmetic advertisements. If life could be this way always, I thought to myself. When Jolene came into the room I was involved in the article I was reading and she kind of loudly cleared her throat. "I see you like my mother's Vogue.....I saw a little dress in there I would love to have. See anything that tickles your fancy?" We both giggled. Just then the doorbell rang and Jolene went to answer it. I began to get nervous and didn't know what to expect. I heard them talking as they approached the living room. Jolene was saying how much Ashley's brother had grown. When they entered the room I could see what she was talking about. At thirteen I was 5'5" and 125 lbs. Her brother (his name was Rick) was about 5'10 and I guessed about 150lbs. Even in my heels I had to look up at his face. I looked at Ashley and she looked like she could be 21....she was gorgeous. Perfect Blonde hair the same as Rick and a body that truly surpassed her years. I knew now why Jolene wanted to be with her. Ruby red lips and sparkling green eyes....really a beautiful girl. "Rick, Ashley, this is my cousin Celia," said Jolene introducing us. "It's nice to meet you." I said.....I tried not to stare at Ashley's beauty and drool and I found myself looking straight into Rick equally green and sparkling eyes. After a little small talk sitting in the living room with Ashley and Jolene sitting on a loveseat and Rick and I on the matching sofa Jolene got and announced it was time to put the fish on. She asked Ashley to help her and off they went. I was sure they wanted a few minutes alone. That left me and Rick sitting side by side talking. I didn't know what sixteen year old girls talked about and let Rick do most of the talking. He was fourteen but would be fifteen in two weeks....he played football and basketball and was finishing his freshman year with a 3.0 grade point on a 4 point system whatever that is. He mentioned several times that he had dated sophomore girls and liked older women. I was sure this was for my benefit, but I didn't let on. We ate and the fish was delightful (wow even my brain was starting to think like a girl) and we had a little wine with the food. When we finished Ashley looked at her brother and he pulled something from his pocket. Ashley looked at Jolene and then me. "I hope you don't mind...I asked Rick to bring a joint." Jolene and I must both been taken aback at first from the look on her face and my mouth hanging slightly open. "You know I smoke pot," said Jolene. "But I didn't know about Celia or if she knew that you did." Said Ashley. "No problem, Ash. She's cool." Referring to me. Jolene looked at Rick. "I didn't know you smoked weed?" she asked and said at the same time. "He's my dealer!" laughed Ashley. We smoked the joint and I was feeling no pain...but I was feeling. I had never fully understood the pleasure of being dressed and treated like a female and I wanted it to go on forever. Jolene and Ashley got more and more familiar as the evening progressed and even kissed while dancing to a ballad that played on the stereo. When they kissed I looked at Rick to see his reaction. He just smiled and said it was no big deal.....everyone in his family knew Ashley was gay since she turned 13. Rick looked at me with those big green eyes and stood up and asked me to dance. I wasn't prepared for that, but I gave him my hand and he helped me to my feet. Jolene and Ashley were too engrossed which each other to even notice us. Rick pulled me close against his body with his arm around my small waist and his hand holding me. He held our clasped hands up close against our chests....mine up against my right breast. He was just tall enough that I could rest my head on his shoulder as we moved in a small little circle. I could feel his breath on my neck as he lowered his head to kind of snuggle with me. It was very pleasant and I felt as feminine as a girl is capable of. Then I felt his lips on my left ear....his breathing increased and so did mine. What was I getting into? I tried to say something, but my mouth was dry and I couldn't get any words out. I looked over at Jolene and Ashley and they were leaving the room arm in arm. I pulled my head and shoulders back slightly (he had a tight grip on my waist and it wasn't going anywhere.) and opened my mouth slightly to try and speak again. Before I could stop him his lips were on mine. I struggled momentarily and then passion got the best of me and we exchanged tongues for what seemed like hours while we danced. When the song ended, I led him over to the love seat where Jolene and Ashley had been sitting and indicated that he should sit...which he did. I sat beside him and then like the older girl I was supposed to be I explained that 'yes, I did find him attractive (which was true) and I liked his personality as well, but I was a sixteen year old girl and I was only visiting my cousin and I would be going home in a few days.....and I wasn't the kind of girl to get too friendly on a first date anyway. "Are we on a date?" he said and smiled. "I guess in a way we are," I responded. "Well, I sure like the way you kiss. I hope that we can at least do that.... you know...kiss a little." I looked at his engaging smile and put my hand on his muscular thigh. "I don't think getting to know each other a little better would hurt anything." I batted my eyelashes as I said this. I was hoping the eyelashes thing wasn't too much and I had made a fool of myself, but when I saw his reaction I instantly knew why girls use that trick. We kissed and I sucked on his lips and tongue. I even let him feel my titties. (he! he!) I woke up on the couch about 12:30 am snuggled up to Rick who was asleep beside me. It was Ashley trying to rouse her brother. "Come on Rick....it's time to go. Mom and dad will be worried." Rick came out of his slumber. "Aw sis, I was having the best dream." And he looked over at me and smiled as I sat up on the couch. "It's time to go...now get a move on," Ashley said as Jolene came up and walked her to the door smooching as they went. Rick looked at me and gave me what I believed to be a genuine smile. "Good night, Celia.....I really enjoyed being with you tonight. I hope we can do it again before you go home." "Me too, Rick. It was fun. Better hurry or Ashley will leave you," I said. "Not likely....I'm not that lucky." And he laughed then kissed me on the cheek then paused for a moment and kissed me on the lips. I held him close and I could feel that his penis was still straining against his jeans trying to get out. I reached my hand down between us and gave it a squeeze. Just a little something for your next dream!" I said and gave him another little peck on the lips and then ushered him out the door to meet Ashley. Jolene and I sat up for an hour longer after they left and smoked a couple of cigarettes and talked about Ashley and Rick. "I thought you weren't attracted to boys, Celia?" asked Jolene. "I know!" I said. I am still definitely attracted to girls....your friend Ashley made me glad I had on the girdle....I mean she is a babe.....I'm jealous of you." "What about Rick?" she asked. "I don't know. He is cute and nice and I did enjoy kissing him (Jolene smiled a knowing smile at me).... but I am a boy. I think it might just be that he makes me feel like a real girl. It would never work anyhow.....he thinks I'm a girl and sixteen. I hope he never finds out the truth," I said thinking out loud. "You never know about those things!" said Jolene and she led me off to change out of my date clothes and into a nightie. After we removed our makeup Jolene asked me to sleep in her bed with her. She promised it would not involve incest as were cousins after all, but we could satisfy ourselves while we lay side by side and talked about such things. Then she dug into the back of her panty drawer and pulled out a realistic looking dildo. It was shaped like a real penis and it wobbled in her hand as she held it up. "It's called a jelly. I like girls Celia, but Ashley doesn't like to wear a strap-on and sometimes I like to feel something inside me...you know. And since I don't like boys that way...I found Mr. Jelly. I have a smaller one here somewhere if you want to try it too." She said as she dug back into the drawer and then pulling out a smaller version that was clear with a pink tint to it. It looked like it had a wire going up inside it and Jolene said it had batteries and when you turn it on it wriggles. She said she knew I was a virgin and would help me. She had me lay on my side while she lay behind me. She pulled my panties down past my cheeks and lifted my nightie enough that she could access my 'vagina' as she called it. I was frightened, but equally excited and my little boy penis stood straight out. After rubbing my hole with her finger that had Vaseline or something on it, she penetrated me. I was shocked, but soon found it pleasurable as her finger found my prostate. She removed her finger and I felt utter disappointment. That didn't last long as she lubed up my little jelly and worked into my pleasure zone. When she turned it on I almost lost consciousness, but I'm glad I didn't.....this is marvelous I found myself thinking as Jolene settled in with the back of her nightie up against mine. We both wriggled around in the bed making little squealing noises when the Jellies hit the right spot. It was a glorious end to a glorious day and evening. After our girlie squeals died down and I began to drift off....I was hoping that tomorrow would be at least half as much fun. (More adventures of Celia coming this summer/fall)