Cindy Becomes a Boy ScoutChapter 3
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I had been living in the virtual world of second Life as a girl for over a
year. It had been a wonderful experience being the girl I always wanted to
be. Blond, beautiful and stylish. I had made many friends, both girls and
boys, and nobody suspected I was anything other than the girl they saw
before them.
Second Life is a place where virtual romance and even sex is prevalent and
something about the freedom of being incognito lets everyone go wild.
Fantasies are played out to the full and people are free to express their
inner most desires. On entering the virtual world I was sure I was going
to be a cute submissive. I found out how to buy clothes and soon found the
most gorgeous pink frilly maids outfit to flit around in. I met a dominant
lady to 'take care' of me. But I quickly discovered it did not feel at all
right. Instead, with a change into some leather and heels I discovered I
loved the feeling of power I had over men. I could get them to do anything
I wanted after arousing them with some sexy stories. I even made them buy
some stockings in real life and wear them for me when we met online. I
converted more than a few into first time submissive crossdressers.
I would toy with them with my typed words and have them eating out of the
palms of my hands, or more precisely licking the heels of my stilettos.
Along the way I met a dominant male called Zac. We met at an online
virtual dom/sub club and hit it off straight away. We became great friends
and would often go out dancing and flirting in virtual night clubs. He
would also buy me virtual clothes, which he loved me wearing for him. We
rarely slept together online but occasionally did, and it was always very
sensual. He had a wonderful descriptive way with words. He never
suspected I was a boy, especialy when I slipped him a false photograph of
myself, which was really a picture of an ex girl friend. He had sent me a
picture of himself, wearing a black cowboy hat and dressed all in black.
he was very handsome!
We had been friends for 6 months and had got to know each other very well
online when he told me he was coming to my home town and wanted to meet.
Oh dear. That would never do. He knew I was in a relationship - which was
really with a lady but he naturally thought it was with a guy - so that
was my excuse. However he was very insistent, saying we should just meet
as friends and it would do no harm. I continually refused for obvious
reasons and soon it was the night of his visit. He left me a message
online telling me the pub he was going to be in.
I knew I could not meet as a girl (I had never gone out in public even
though I had an extensive wardrobe). But I was intrigued to see him. So to
cut a long story short, here I am in the pub, in boy mode, looking across
the bar at Zac, patiently waiting for his dream domme girl to turn up and
meet him. He was as handsome as his picture suggested, and still wearing
all black. He had a manly chest with a very slim waist and legs. His tight
jeans and cowboy boots gave him a pop star look. I liked him straight
away.
Although in boy mode, I wore tight white jeans with light cowboy boots and
a light pink shirt open at the neck to reveal a glimpse of a smooth chest.
I had long hair tied in a pony tail - boy mode instead of high on the head
like I do when dressing up. It was not an effeminate look even though it
would not take much to change it to be so. I took a deep breath and
walked over to sit beside him in the crowded bar.
He took no notice of me, just thinking it was another guy waiting for some
friends. He was calm and poised while my heart was racing at 200 beats a
minute and inside I was jelly. We sat next to each other for 15 minutes
without a word being said.
"Well, looks like I've been stood up," he said softly to himself and then
glancing across at me. I took the bait. "Supposed to be meeting someone?"
I said innocently. "Yeah," he smiled "A lovely blond should have been
walking through the door and sitting on my lap. But you can't have it all.
Cheers!"
We clinked glasses and laughed. I asked him who she was, what she looked
like and what he thought happened. He told me the tale of this wonderful
online friendship and how he had never met her but knew she would be
stunning and lovely. He told me how she had a happy, bright personality
who lit up the room when she entered the online world and how she was so
popular with everyone. It was so incredible hearing about my feminine
persona and what a wonderful girl I seem to have become online! I felt so
joyous inside. Cindy was real to him, and to me.
Just then a blond walked in. "Maybe that is Cindy," I said. He looked over
and thought. Hmm yes, she was pretty but somehow he thought it was not
her.
"I agree," I said, "I think she wouldn't wear those clothes. She would be
in a pencil skirt, wrapped tightly around her bum and constraing her knees
giving her a sway as she walked. Her top would be tight, black with a lace
section at the top, revealing her lacy bra underneath and allowing a
glimpse of nipple to be hardly seen but you knew it was there. Her hair
would be cascading down her back. She would have on high 6 inch stilletto
ankle boots and ruby red lips with a shimmer of gloss. You would know her
straight away," and I looked into his eyes and smiled.
He kept quiet, looking back at me, and laughed. "I think you are right,"
he said. "You know her better than I do." He slapped me on the back and
ordered another round of drinks. We talked and laughed for a long time,
becoming good friends in a short time.
At various times he would get onto his small computer, log in to Second
Life and look for mesages from Cindy Seranade. Then at one time he seemed
to be reading old conversations that he had saved. "I knew it!" he laughed
and then without saying a word he got up and ran out of the pub.
"Oh!" I thought to myself. "What happend there. Not even a so long." I
sat at the bar and sipped at my wine for another 10 minutes.
Suddenly over my shoulder came an arm in a black shirt and a single red
rose was put on the bar in front of me. Zac sat next to me again smiling.
"I bought this rose for my friend Cindy," he smiled, "and this champagne."
He picked up my hand and put the glass into it. "For you, sweet Cindy."
I nearly fell off my chair. I gulped. My heart went back to that
unbelievably fast pounding rate and my hands started to sweat. "How did
you know?" I said coyly.
"Ha! Your description of what Cindy would be wearing of course. Look!" He
showed me one of our past conversations and almost word for word I saw the
description I voiced earlier. In the online message I had been talking
about what I was going to wear for him one night. I laughed out loud.
There was an awkward silence as he looked me over. "I would never have
guessed you were a guy from all the months we have been talking. I know
there are lots of guys pretending to be girls but you really are a girl
online - there is nothing at all male about you. Even girls I know are
sure you are a lovely female. I am guessing your virtual self is closer to
the real you than maybe the person I see before me."
I blushed, in a very girly way. Then it all blurted out and I told him how
I have been dressing up in girl's clothes ever since I was little. How as
I grew up I had a secret existence where I would go away for a weekend and
be Cindy all alone. How second Life allowed me to be the girl I wanted to
be and how I made so many wonderful friends. And how that led me to him,
my best friend ever, in the virtual world and the real world.
He smiled and held my hand secretly under the bar. "It is funny seeing you
like this, but I know it is you inside and I like you so very much. Even
love you. I am conflicted. I want to see a girl and dance with her in real
life instead of online. I am not gay so ... I am conflicted." He then
smiled brightly and said "Come on Cindy. I know what to do."
He led me out of the pub, with me holding my rose, embarrased and nervous.
He took me to Soho, where all the sex shops are and led me into one that
had beautiful lingerie and sexy clothes on display in the windows.
"Well let's see the real Cindy." He thrust a wad of cash in my hand and
said "Buy what Cindy would wear, get dressed up in one of the booths and I
will be back in... what shall we say... 45 minutes?." I gulped and nodded
shyly, holding the notes in my small hands.
A middle aged lady had been watching us and walked over as Zac walked out
laughing. I hope you don't mind but I overheard some of that. Are you...
Cindy?." I looked down and whispered softly "Yes."
"Don't worry dear" she said softly as she held my arm, "I will help Cindy
come alive tonight!." She smiled at me warmly and my transformation began.
Luckily there was some crossdressing clothing in the store so we started
with undies. We found a lovely, pink lacy gaff to help hold things in
place. We decided we would have an entirely pink outfit to accentuate the
girl in me. There was a large rack of hand made fully boned corsets. I
found a white satin corset edged with pink lace around the bra and the
bottom. It had delicate ribbons running up the sides and front with lacy
wide shoulder straps. Six pink suspenders dangled from the bottom edge.
The stockings were white with lacy tops and a seam down the back.
She took me to some skirts hanging at the back of the shop. She thought I
might like a mini to show off my legs but I knew the look I wanted. I did
not think I would find one, but near the edge of the rack there it was. In
stretchy but good quality fabric, perfectly made to acccentuate curves, a
tight, hot pink knee length pencil skirt.
"Perfect," shouted the assistant, "and I have the best top to go with it."
She disappeard for a minute and came out with a lovely top in exactly the
same hot pink colour. The top above the bust line was all lace that went
to a high neck and ran down the arms to link over one finger. It was
stunning. "Well Cindy, let's get you dressed."
She led me to a booth and sat me down. "Now take off those boy clothes and
slip on this dressing gown. I'll do your makeup." Once stripped and clad
in a gorgeous satin dressing gown I sat down expectantly. She, her name
was Marea, came in and started on my makeup. "Hmm you have lovely high
cheeck bones and a slim neck. You will make a lovely girl Cindy."
She put a light foundation on my skin, rubbing down to the neck. It was a
bright skin colour to accentuate the pink of my outfit. All my blemishes
and maleness seemed to disappear just with that layer of foundation. At my
eyebrows she stopped and thought. "You know, you have to make a decision.
Your eyebrows are too thick for a girl and although I can cover them up a
little it will detract enormously from the look of Cindy..... Cindy, can I
shape them?"
I knew what this meant. If I said yes then everyone seeing me from then on
would know I shaped my eyebrows and my secret would be out. Home, work,
everyone. Was I ready for this.... I took a deep breath and said .."Yes."
It hurt like hell since this was the first time they had been plucked.
Maria shaped my eyebrows, thin (but not too thin) and high so there was a
lovely high arch. It immediately transformed my face to a more feminine
appearance. Marea finished the foundation and then touched up my eyebrows
with light mascara.
She worked on some different shades of pink to highlight my cheek bones
and then set to work on my eyes. I wanted a dark smokey look so Marea
started with black eyeliner on the insides of my lids and also below and
above the lashes. She worked different shades of black and grey out from
there, smudging them together as she went until the colours spread to the
edge of my brows in a silver glow. She attached long false eyelashes and
finished these off with some more mascara.
I opened my eyes, feeling the long lashes on my eyelids and saw how
ammazingly stunning my eyes now looked. Any slight movement or expression
was accentuated a hundred times, making me look seductive, feminine but
strong. These eyes will control any man.
Marea finished with hot pink lipstick, putting layers on between
foundation. Marea said this will keep the lipstick on all night in case I
get kissed! Then she finished with not one, but three layers of gloss. My
lips were like pink mirrors shining in the light.
But then came the final part. Marea undid my pony tail and produced her
curling tongs. She heated, curled and lacquered madly until I had a
stunning covering of long curled hair cascading down my back and across
the side of my face seductively. OMG. I was stunning. Cindy was alive.
Marea helped me squeeze into my corset, pulling it so tight that I nearly
feinted. At last, my hour glass figure was taking shape in the mirror.
Marea then produced sone amazingly wonderful breast forms. But instead of
just placing them down my bra cups she glued the base before she slid them
in. "This will keep them in place in case you want to feel what it is like
to walk around with breasts Cindy." OMG OMG OMFG.
I slipped on the top, taking care not to smudge any make up and shook out
my hair again. Then Marea helped me step into my tight pencil skirt, which
was hard to do because the corset would not allow me to bend very easily.
It slipped over my hips and I zipped it up tightly onto my small waist. I
turned to look in the mirror and saw how sexy my bum and legs now had
become.
Then Marea said she had a surprise for me and turned up with a gorgeous
pair of 6 inch pink tilletto ankle boots. They laced up at the front and
had two straps around the ankle. A little padlock was attached at the top
of each boot and Marea gave me the key. I had no way of getting them on
without Marea's help becaause of the tight corset so I know I had no
chance to get them off without someone's help. This was going to be
interesting.
Marea let me sit down to admire myself while she finished off by doing my
nails with stick-ons and bright hot pink nail varnish.
I stood up and saw Cindy for the first time. She was beautiful, sexy, and
real. Marea whispered in my ear. "Oh Cindy.. you are stunning. If you were
not with that guy I would want you myself." She turned me round and softly
kissed my lips. "See," she said smiling, "the lipstick sticks!" We giggled
as girls together.
I walked out of the shop, with my heels delicately balanced and my bum
wiggling sexily in a sidewards, swirling motion to accommodate the fact
that my knees could hardly part in my pencil skirt. God it was a sexy
walk.
I stood by the counter. 5 minutes before Zac would come in.
The 5 minutes took forever when the door swung open and in walked a
bright, handsome Zac in his tight black jeans. I don't know if you have
ever really seen someone's jaw drop in real life but that is exactly what
happened to Zac. He stood there like a zombie with his mouth wide open and
a little bit of saliva actually oozed down his chin.
Marea and I both burst into laughter. "Well Zac. Cindy is here and she
wants to dance" I said softly as I sashayed over to Zac, one foot in front
of the other and my bum swaying seductively from side to side.
"Go Cindy," laughed Marea from the counter, "You show him girl."
Zac still never spoke but took my arm, staring at me all the time, and
walked me out of the shop.
We walked down the road, oblivious to the lecherous stares of pent up men
stalking the sex district as I swayed down the street looking into his
eyes.
Zac took me into the nearest night club, and still without saying a word
led me to the dance floor. I faced my man for the first time as he took my
hands and wrapped them round his neck. His strong arms held my waist as he
pulled me to him. I could feel his breath on my skin as my face came close
to his and I could feel some movement in his jeans as he pulled me in to
touch his body for the first time.
We swayed to the music. I deliberately swayed slightly out of time,
feleing the front of my tight, pink pencil skirt brush against his jeans.
And I could now defintely feel him pushing into me from his loins. He was
growing fast. I know he was embarrased but nothing was said. I know that
he was a dominant male, but I knew he was falling into my feminine trap
and could not resist once his loins started this journey.
He pulled me closer and I felt my breasts push against his chest,
squeezing flesh-like excess mounds out the top of my corset bra. His hands
moved from my waist down to my bottom, caressing my bum over the tight
softness of my pink skirt. I gasped at the feel of his touch and looked up
at him.
His eyes met mine. And he spoke for the first time. "I love you Cindy" he
whispered as his lips closed in on mine and touched. My pink, soft, shiny
lips caressed his manly mouth and parted slightly as his tongue entered
me. Our tongues danced together as he closed his lips round mine. My own
loins moved against the constraints of my skirt.
I am Cindy. I am a girl. I am his....
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