Becoming Her Chapter 3 my femininity dawn
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My twin sister had been dating Cindy for a while, and I had thought that
things were going good for them. Cindy wasn't really attractive to me,
she was kind of an Amazon and rather butchy, but I guessed that as she
was a lesbian I did nothing for her either. Still, she seemed to make my
sister happy, and she was easy to get along with, so I had no trouble
with her being part of the family.
Cindy let me know she would be proposing to Dawn on Christmas Eve, and
asked if she could do it at my house at our family get together. I said
that was fine. On Christmas Eve, I was there, Cindy was there, but no
Dawn. A call told us both that Dawn had run away with her friend. I was
amazed at the crassness of my sister, and seeing Cindy standing there
holding the small box was really awkward. She left, and was crying on her
way out. I had no idea what to say in that situation.
Usually, I know what to say, as I am a writer. I write both military
science fiction and romance novels. I know that's an odd mix, but it's
what I am good at. My novels are never best sellers, but they sell well
enough to give me a very comfortable lifestyle. The only catch was my
publisher did not want my picture on the cover of a romance novel, so we
used Dawn's instead. Dawn got paid for this and even went and signed
books, the only thing she had to do was to know the books frontward and
backward to answer any questions the readers had, which she always did. I
thought of ending the relationship with Dawn after her Christmas Eve
stunt, but I needed her for the books.
It was now the first of May and I heard a knock on my door. Cindy was
there, and after a rather strained conversation, she asked if I still
wanted her to do my landscaping this year. I said that was fine, and she
said she would still give me the friends and family discount. I said I
hoped we could still be friends, and she said "good." There was something
in that good that was menacing, but I figured it was just me.
A couple of weeks later there was a knock on the door and it was Cindy
again. She said the internet was down at her apartment and she needed to
upload some files for a class she was taking and I said that was fine.
She finished her stuff and I got back to my work, but my heart wasn't in
it. I shut it down early that day and begged of the date with the girl I
was kind of seeing, it wasn't serious yet, but it was heading that way,
and went to bed.
For the next week, the writing muse wasn't helping, but it really wasn't
a big deal. I always finished stories way before the publisher wanted
them and I even had a few books that were finished the publisher knew
nothing about in case I ever got caught by a deadline. I had logged on,
but all I seemed to do was sit in front of the computer and watch the
screen saver. When I tried to write, I either had nothing or got junk.
The girlfriend called again, she was petite and pretty and very much a
girly-girl, which was my type, but I really just wasn't interested. She
was fine and I should have been very interested, as she was about perfect
for me, and the relationship was going well, if a bit slow. I had used a
cold as an excuse not to see her. The thought popped into my head that it
would be better if she was more like Cindy, which was odd. I didn't even
know what that meant and I was the one with the thought. Did I want her
to be a lesbian? To be less petite and more Amazonian? To have those
awesome breasts like Cindy? I didn't even know and it was me having the
thoughts.
Anyway, her name was Chloe, and she came over an accused me of having
another girlfriend and even when I told her it wasn't so, she didn't
believe me. She slammed the door and left. I thought I would be more
upset over that, but all I felt was relief.
I went to bed and the moment I fell asleep I started having dreams about
Cindy. This had never happened before. I was on the beach and she came
up from behind me. We were dressed in matching pink bathing suits and she
began to fondle my chest. Fortunately, my suit had some padding to give
me least some curves. I went down on her, which is something I really am
not a fan of, and came so hard it woke me up. For the first time since I
was a teenager, I had a wet dream. It was almost morning, so I got up and
threw the sheets into the washer. No need for the maid to find those.
I tried to write, and was actually doing okay, when I saw Cindy mowing
the lawn. I found myself really turned on. I had never had this kind of
response before to any woman, but I could not control myself. My hand
seems to have a mind of its own as it started stroking my hard cock.
Images from my dream and the sight of her so close were really turning me
on. I came very hard.
I wanted to go talk to her, after I had showered and cleaned up of
course, but she was gone. It would be another week before she was back
and that thought really depressed me. I had a phone call on voice mail
from Chloe about how we needed to talk, but I ignored it. She wasn't
Cindy so I wasn't interested. Some part of me found that odd, but the
rest of me really wanted Cindy.
The day before Cindy came back I went to the mall to get a new outfit. I
wanted to look good for her. Such a thing had never really concerned me
before, as I always dressed casually, but I wanted to make a good
impression. I got some lemonade and light snacks so I would have an
excuse to go talk to Cindy.
The day came and she was late. She didn't really have a set time to be at
my house, but normally she was there by early morning. I found myself
pacing around the house. Was she okay? Shouldn't she have called? What if
she wasn't coming? Finally, after what seemed hours she pulled in and
began her work. I had to fight really hard not to run out and check on
her, and that made me feel like a high school student asking someone out
on their first date.
After she had been there an hour I took the lemonade and cookies out to
her. She was very grateful. I asked if she was free for lunch, but she
said no, she was behind schedule, maybe next time. We talked some more
and I brought lunch back up, she smiled and said okay, it was a go for
next time and got back to work.
Knowing I had a date with Cindy next week made things better and I was
able to write again. I was a tad disappointed that she didn't mention the
new outfit, but I had a date and I was so happy. Chloe called and I told
her it was over, that I did have someone else and she slammed the phone
down. I wasn't upset; I had a date with a real woman, not some petite
girl.
Next week came and I had lunch prepared. We made small talk and I was
thrilled. I remembered that I had always been jealous of Dawn for landing
Cindy, and thought what an idiot Dawn was for letting her go. I was
ecstatic, being with Cindy was perfect.
We started going out regularly and everything was great. I loved seeing
the looks of jealous from other guys when they saw my Amazonian goddess,
but Cindy wasn't making any moves on me, so at the end of our eighth
date, I leaned in to kiss her.
She pulled back and reminded me that she was not into men, and thought we
were just going out as friendss. I was heartbroken and started to cry.
She was comforting an apologized if she had led me on, but said she was
into women. She drove me home. That was the worst night of my life. I did
nothing for the next few days, didn't answer emails or write, all I did
was sit at the computer with the screen saver on, trying to figure out
what I should have done differently to win my goddess Cindy.
She came to do the lawn again, and I went upstairs and hid. She knocked
on the door and then called my cell phone. I answered and she said she
knew I was home and if I would let her inside she had some news that
would cheer me up.
I didn't really want to, but I did what she said.
She came in and we sat down in the den. She said she had never dated a
man, knowing from junior high she was into girls, and that she had not
dated since Dawn. She had decided to try dating me, but she made no
promises that it would go anywhere. I was getting excited, but she said
there had to be conditions.
1. She set the dates, picked where we would go and would pick me up. She
would also pay.
2. I had to shave my face twice a day, she found facial hair repugnant.
3. I needed to get on a diet and do yoga
4. I had to pee sitting down, she found standing uncivilized
5. After Dawn, she was very wary of dating anyone, so I had to give her
all my underwear which she would replace with panties. I asked why and
she said I would not dream of cheating if I knew the girl I was with
would see panties if I undressed.
6. She would initiate physical contact.
7. She would pick out my date clothes
8. Finally, she said she had a foot fetish, loving a good pedicure,
anklet and toe rings. I could wear regular shoes when we went out, but
when we stayed in I was to wear sandals so she could see my feet
Most of these were not a problem, I wanted to go out with her, and didn't
care where or who drove or paid. I didn't shave more out of laziness than
anything else so it was a small price to pay. I needed to diet and get in
better shape, as you can imagine writing doesn't melt away the pounds.
Peeing sitting down was no big deal.
The last three were a bit odd. I asked about the panties and she said it
would be nothing silky, they would be cotton and plain, just enough to
help her trust me. I was okay with the physical contact, it would be
better just being around her, but I so wanted her that was difficult to
agree to, but I finally said yes.
The last two really concerned me. I had never been into cross dressing or
wearing women's stuff, so that was a bit odd. She assured me the clothes
would just be stylish, not girly. She thought her dates should be well
dressed. I told her I had no idea where to get a pedicure, and she said
she had a friend, Lara, who owner a salon and would do it after hours so
no one else would see me. I almost said no, but I wanted Cindy so bad I
agreed. Besides, if no one else saw if, why would it matter?
I went up stairs and got my underwear and traded it for a bad of plain,
white cotton panties. Cindy said my pedicure was at 6:30 that night. I
found myself oddly excited.
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