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My Story
It was the second weekend after my last high school exam. I had finally
finished school and had the world at my feet. I was due to start
university in 4 months time and in the meantime, my friends and I were
making the most of our freedom.
Dave's parents were away with his younger brother and sister and so my
friends and I had all but taken up residence at his place, hanging out
there most days and nights. He lived a street away from me so it was
pretty convenient to stumble home stoned in the early hours of the
morning. That's what we were doing. Sitting around getting stoned.
Hanging out. Kicking back.
This had been going on for about a week. It was a Saturday night and as
usual, we had been sitting around smoking bongs. I was pretty spaced out
and was sitting in Dave's room, on the floor, watching a nature
documentary on TV. The other boys were downstairs. The next thing I
remember is hearing Dave call from downstairs:
"Sam, we're going to get some munchies, are you coming?"
Although I had serious munchies, the last thing I felt like doing was
going out right now, even if it was just to the gas station. "Nah I'm
going to stay here and chill," I called back.
"OK see ya soon," Dave replied.
And they left.
So I'm sitting in Dave's room, gazing at the TV, but my mind is starting
to wander... to his sister Taryn's bedroom. Taryn was two years below us
at school and given that I had always had a thing for crossdressing, I
couldn't help but think about taking a peek in her closet.
And without thinking about it further, perhaps because I was in my own
little universe thanks to the weed, I got up and went into her room.
From then I was on autopilot. I opened her cupboard and my stomach was
full of butterflies. I was feeling so girly all of a sudden. There were
so many pretty dresses which I knew would all fit me. Taryn was a tad
bigger than average and I was pretty thin at the time and a little below
average height.
I immediately stripped, dropping my clothes in a pile on the floor.
Instinct guided me to her panty drawer and I grabbed the first pair I
saw and put them on. They were a girly but mature pair of black spandex
briefs. I had tried on my mom's panties many times, but had never felt
anything like this on my body. I didn't have any sisters so was deprived
in that way! They felt so light and silky. I couldn't believe that girls
got to wear things like this! My stomach was in a knot of excitement and
I found myself yearning to be a pretty girl with a room like Taryn's,
full of stuff like this.
Her bra drawer, logically below the panty drawer, was equally easy to
find, and without thinking I selected a padded black satin bra and put
it on. For some reason, I had in my mind that when the others came back
I would surprise them as they were sitting downstairs by appearing,
dressed in Taryn's clothes, and mockingly doing a saucy dance for
laughs. So when I spotted one of Taryn's school dresses hanging in her
cupboard, I thought this was the perfect outfit--taking the piss by
dressing as a school girl for this little joke.
And while in one part of my mind it was a joke, in another part of my
mind it wasn't a joke. I was sad and yearning to be a girl and was
feeling so girly that I was almost starting to forget I was a boy. I was
thinking that "the boys" had gone to get munchies--so boyish of them to
stuff their faces with junk food--and I had stayed here like a good
girl.
So this was where my mind was when I took the pretty school dress off
the hanger unzipped it and put it on over my head. I zipped it up and
turned around and looked in the mirror. I melted. For six years I had
seen the girls at my school where this dress everyday and had so often
thought about what it would be like to wear one. I had longed to try one
on, feel how it feels to walk around, everyday, in such a garment, not
wearing pants, but just having this thin piece of material swirl around
your legs. I almost cried. It felt amazing, physically, but it felt
right, mentally. It just felt right to be a girl.
In the mirror I saw a cute 18 year-old girl in her school uniform, dress
falling to mid-thigh, like all the girls at school wore them. I sat on
the bed to see what sitting in a dress felt like. Oh my god! I might as
well not have been wearing anything. It was like sitting just wearing my
panties. "My panties". "Ha!" I laughed to myself.
I got up and danced around the room, twirled around, jumped up and down.
I looked so pretty and felt so pretty. Caught up in my own stoned
universe in which I was now a girl, and good looking at that, I was
excited to surprise my boys when they got back.
Next came the shoes. Taryn's regular school shoes were kind of tattered
and not particularly sexy, but there were a pair of black fuck-me boots
like all the girls had, that came to just below the knee. They only had
a short heel, but I'd never walked in heels before so that was fine. Now
I looked like more sexy school girl than just plain school girl.
As I mentioned, I was on autopilot, so the next thing to do was to find
a soundtrack for my sexy dance. I thumbed through Taryn's CDs and found
a song that I thought would work well. It was Amy Winehouse's Back to
Black. I took the CD out of the cover and started walking downstairs,
only then realising how weird it was to walk in these boots with their
heels. Naturally, they forced me to walk more girly and I felt
incredible. I put the CD in the CD player in the living room downstairs
where I knew the boys would sit when they got back, cued the track, and
grabbed the remote.
Just then I heard the car pulling in to the driveway so I bolted
(actually quickly hobbled) back upstairs and waited. As I was waiting I
noticed a feather boa on a hat rack in the corner of Taryn's room. I
guessed it was something she must have used for a dress up party, and it
was the perfect finishing touch to my outfit. I heard them getting out
of the car, walking to the front door, and then the door opening. My
heart was beating fast, but I felt so sexy, so girly, so right, and I
was so stoned, that in my head this whole idea didn't seem at all weird.
I waited a couple of minutes and could hear they had all settled back
downstairs, playing FIFA. I tiptoed down to the bottom of the stairs,
remote in hand, and as I got to the bottom, hit 'play' on the remote and
turned up the volume. The song started... "da, da-da... da, da-da". I
braced myself, and walked, down the last step, and around the corner,
all the while the three boys crotches on my stoned mind. I entered the
living room, stepping sexily to the music. I felt girly, sexy, slutty.
"What the fuck?" said Michael.
"Oh... my... god..." said Dave.
"Jesus Sam!" said Ben.
I just kept walking towards them, sexily, in my little school dress,
with my cutey black panties and bra underneath, in my sexy fuck-me
boots, and with my red feather boa around my neck. I first went up to
Michael. They were all laughing at me but I kept going, putting the
feather boa around his neck and dancing around him like I'd seen in the
movies. Then I twirled around to Ben, stuck my little girly booty in
front of him and flashed him my panties with a little ass wiggle. He
gave me a little slap on my ass and then they all laughed hysterically.
Next was Dave. I twirled over to him and squatted on his lap, proceeding
to give him a full-on lap dance. I had eased up and was enjoying myself,
not really thinking of the consequences. And then I noticed it. Dave got
a little hard, and I could feel it touching my panties, right near my
ass.
All of a sudden, as though suddenly realizing what was going on, Dave
shouted, "What the fuck? Sam get the fuck out of here and get out of my
sister's clothes you fag. What the fuck is wrong with you? Jesus
christ."
I was taken aback and got up, looked at him, and could suddenly I didn't
feel stoned anymore. I didn't feel girly. I didn't feel sexy. "What have
I done?" I thought to myself.
"Go!" Dave screamed as I stood there in shock. "Go!"
I ran upstairs as best as I could in those boots, trying to hold back
the tears that I knew were coming.
As I got halfway up the stairs I could hear Dave get up and start coming
after me, muttering, "Fucking fag."
I ran into Taryn's room and fell onto the floor, bursting into tears. I
felt ashamed and confused. And then Dave entered.
"Get up" he barked as his big manly hands tried to force me up from my
shoulders. Dave was a big guy--a football player--and he had the
strength of one. I, on the other hand, had never been good at sports and
was a pipsqueak compared to him.
I stumbled onto my feet, crying like the girl I wanted to be but now
knew I wasn't. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he shouted as I
sobbed. "Turn around." I turned around. "What the fuck, you fag?" he
said as, in what seemed like a split second, I felt him put his body
right up against mine, undo his jeans and pull my panties down violently
with his big hands. I was still crying. I was full of shame, and both
wanting him and not wanting him to do what he was going to do, all at
the same time. I felt confused but something in me was letting him do
this. He grabbed me by the waist, his huge hands making me feel so girly
for a moment, and he jerked me towards him.
The next thing I know he's inside me. He was fucking me, I was sobbing.
I was so full of shame, so turned on, feeling so girly but also like a
boy in a dress, so horny for him but so repulsed by him. But it felt
good, and I let him keep going. He was moaning and I was moaning--moans
of shame and sadness, but also moans of pleasure. It didn't take long
for him to come, and he pulled out, pushed me forward onto the bed, and
said angrily as he pulled his pants up, "You're a fucking fag. Clean
yourself up, get dressed, and come downstairs. Find something in my
sister's cupboard to wear. I can't look at you dressed like a boy now,
you little bitch." And he walked out.
I was in a heap, crying, sobbing, with a messy ass. And I stayed like
that for what seemed a long time.
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