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Barbie 2 As soon as we got home I went to my room. I was anxious to see the panties that Lisa had put in my back pocket. They were purple bikinis, with lace all over. I had an instant erection. I debated masturbating, but then mom called to me. I hid the panties in back of my closet, adjusted myself and went to my mom, hoping she wouldn't notice my excitement. I spent Saturday trying to decide if I would go to Lisa's the next day. I feared that if I didn't go I would forfeit my chance to be her boyfriend. If I went I would have to wear a dress. I can't deny that after my experience the night before the idea was not a complete anathema to me. Did that make me some kind of sissy? I didn't really want to know. I woke up the next morning and made my decision. I told mom I was spending the day with Lisa and caught a bus that would take me to her house. At precisely 9:00 I rang her bell. She gave me a warm smile when she answered the door. She was wearing blue jeans and a sweatshirt. She had no makeup on and her hair was pulled back in a low pony tail. Though she didn't look especially feminine, she was still beautiful in my eyes. She invited me to come in and after locking the door behind me, told me to drop my pants. "I want to see you in my panties." "I'm not wearing them." I took them from my pocket and gave them back to her. "I thought you wanted to be my boyfriend?" "I do, more than anything. But I can't dress like a girl. It's not right." "Didn't you enjoy it what we did in the other night?" I could feel myself turning red and my cock growing thinking about it. "Yes, very much." "Well then, I don't understand." "I'll feel like a sissy if I wear a dress." "You will be a sissy. But you will be my sissy. Don't you want that?" "I just want to be your boyfriend." "I'm sorry Steve, but that won't work for me. We can still be friends, but not boyfriend and girlfriend." She opened the front door. "Have a nice day Steve." I walked slowly to the bus. Fortunately, mom was out when I got home. I spent the day laying on my bed, agonizing over my decision. I wondered if it would be so bad to be a sissy. Then I dismissed the thought I knew if anyone found out, life as I knew it would be over. I still was not so sure that other kids at school wouldn't find out about Barbie. At least I could use the excuse that it was just a Halloween costume. The next week was miserable. I saw Lisa every day at school and wanted so much to be with her. By Friday I couldn't take it any more. I walked up to her at lunch and told her I had changed my mind. "Lisa, I really want to be your boyfriend and I will do anything it takes. Please let me be your boyfriend." She just looked at me for what seemed like hours but in reality was only a few seconds. Then she smiled and I felt the tension melt. "There will be consequences, but if you accept them, I will accept you as my boyfriend under the same conditions I told you last weekend. Are you willing to accept your punishment." "Yes, I will do whatever you ask." "Good, meet me after school. You will come home with me this afternoon." She turned and walked away. I could not concentrate on school work that afternoon. I hadn't really thought about the consequences. I knew she would make me dress like a girl and hoped that that would be the end of it. When we reached her house we went to her room. Her parents both worked so no one else was home. "Ok Steve, strip!" "What?" "You heard me. Remove your clothes, and I mean all your clothes now!" I still hesitated. "Your other choice is to leave, but there will not be another chance. Do you want to be my boyfriend or not?" I nodded and began to take off my clothes. I was down to my boxers and turned away from her to take them off. "Face me!" I turned back and quickly removed them. Then I covered my privates with my hands. "Hands at your side!" I stood there totally embarrassed while she stared at me. She looked up at me and smiled. It was the first time she smiled at me since we left school, but there was something evil about it. Then she went to her dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out some panties and a bra. They were hot pink. She handed them to me and ordered me to put them on. I quickly stepped into the tiny bikinis, grateful for the cover, but to my great humiliation, we both watched my erection spring up. "I see that wearing girls' clothing is not so repulsive to you." I couldn't deny it nor was I ready to admit it. I just lowered my eyes, unable to face her. "Now the bra Barbie." "I..I don't know how." "Hook it in the front. Then rotate it so the cups are covering your breasts and slip your arms into the straps." I followed her instructions and was soon dressed in matching panties and bra. I noticed the bra was padded giving me the appearance of having girlish breasts. I was even more embarrassed than I had been standing naked in front of her and to add to my humiliation my cock was as hard as it had ever been. Lisa sat down on her bed and beckoned me to stand in front of her. I felt sheepish doing so but complied. "Now for your punishment, Barbie. Lay across my lap face down so I can spank you." "Please don't do this. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." "I know your sorry Barbie, but if I let you get away with it this time then you will disobey me the next time I give you a task that you don't want to do." I realized that the price of having her as her as my girlfriend was to allow her to spank me. I reasoned that since she was a girl she wouldn't hit me that hard, so I obeyed her. Her skirt was short and when I turned my head I could look right up it and see her white panties. "Are you enjoying the view Barbie?" I quickly turned my head to look at the floor. "You will have a better view than that, but for looking without permission I will add 6 extra strokes." The first stroke was harder than I expected, and the succeeding strokes were harder. She alternated between cheeks giving me 20 strokes. By the time she stopped, I was bawling like a baby. She held me on her lap, not allowing me to get off. "Now for the extra 6." "Please, I can't take any more," I sobbed. Ignoring my plea she quickly gave me the last 6 strokes. Then she pulled my panties down below my groin. She reached for a jar on her night table and rubbed some cool cream on my burning ass. Pulling my panties up she ordered me to my knees. Then she stood and removed her blouse revealing the white bra she wore. Never taking her eyes off me she reached under her skirt and slid her silky white panties down her legs. She sat back down on the bed, lifted her skirt, and spread her legs revealing her pussy to me. It was the first pussy I had ever seen. "Come closer Barbie. You may look at my pussy close up." I moved closer to her. She grabbed my head and pulled it into her groin. "Lick it Barbie! Lick it!" I went to work licking her pussy. She moaned and tightened her thighs around my head. "Suck my clitty, Barbie!" I immediately obeyed. She directed me at first, but then just lay back, moaning the whole time. Her thighs tightened more around my head. I continued to lick her and inserted my tongue into her pussy. Her breathing increased. She pulled my face even closer and I was having trouble breathing. I could feel her convulsing and she let out a scream. I thought I hurt her and tried to pull my head away. She held me in position with her hands and thighs. Gradually she loosened her grip and allowed me to pull awayShe lay on her back panting, holdng my face close to her. She smelled strongly of sex. Then she lifted her head and smiled at me. "That was amazing Barbie. Now go wash your face. It's your turn." When I came back from the bathroom she had replaced her panties and removed her skirt. She was sitting up on the bed. She looked beautiful. "Come sit on my lap, Barbie." I settled myself across her lap. She had her left arm around my waist my right arm was holding on to her shoulder. She pulled my face to hers and gave me a long, gentle kiss on the lips. Then she kissed me again, this time her tongue probed my mouth. She put her right hand down the front of my panties. I had not lost my erection. She stroked me gently. I knew I would cum fairly quickly. She slowed down, teasing me. I tried to move my body to speed her up. I desperately needed release, but she was in control. "So, do you like being my girlfriend, Barbie." "Yes, yes." "And you will come here Sunday for some dress up?" "Anything you want Lisa. Please let me cum." She kissed me again and ran her fingers along the head of my penis. After a few seconds I shot my load. It went into the air and came down on her hand and my thighs. She held her hand to my mouth and ordered me to lick it up. I hesitated for a moment but the look she gave me told I had better obey her. After cleaning it off her hand she then proceeded to scoop it off my thighs and feed it to me. When she had gotten all she could off my thighs, she had me stand, and used a rag to clean off the rest. "Very nice afternoon sissy. Did you enjoy it?" "Yes, well..except for the spanking." "I will punish you when you don't obey me, so do what I tell you and we will be good. You should get dressed now, my parents will be home soon." I slipped the bra straps off my shoulders, preparing to turn it so I could unhook it. "What are you doing?" "Taking off my bra." "No, you will wear the panties and bra home." "But what if someone notices it?" "I imagine you will be quite humiliated and they will think you are a sissy." "Please Lisa, I don't want to do this." "Would you prefer another spanking?" I fought to hold back the tears and slipped the straps back over my shoulders. I quickly dressed and was horrified to discover that the hot pink bra was clearly visible under my white shirt. I put my jacket on over the shirt, but when I zipped it up, it looked like I had boobs. "Please Lisa, let me take off the bra. I beg you." "Maybe you would prefer to wear a dress with makeup and a wig. Then anyone who sees you will think you're a girl?" "No not that." "I didn't think so. One more thing Barbie, when you get home, which shouldn't take you more then 20 minutes by bus, take a selfie with your jacket open and your bra clearly showing through your shirt and send it to me. Your front door should be in the picture so I know your home. Do not walk home. I know that will take at least 45 minutes and I will assume you removed the bra in a restroom" "Yes, Lisa." Then she handed me a white bra and matching panties and told me to be wearing them on Sunday when I came to her house. Any resistance I had was gone. I had just enough time to catch the bus and get home in time to take the picture for her. She surprised me then by wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a long, passionate kiss. "I'm going to like having Steve as my boyfriend and Barbie as my girlfriend, won't you?" "Yes, I will" I responded though I wasn't all that certain I would. "Oh, and bring some money. I want my boyfriend to take me to the movies and maybe out for ice cream afterwards. Would you like that?" I responded in the affirmative and meant it. Maybe, just maybe it would be a normal date. Now I had to figure out how to get home without anyone noticing that I had breasts. I walked to the bus stop bent over in an effort to hide the bumps. The bus was a couple of minutes away and there were several people at the bus stop. An older lady saw me bent over and told me to straighten up or I would ruin my back. I tried to ignore her and walk away from her, but she grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me. In doing so she caused me to straighten up, revealing my bumps. She said "oh my!" and let me go. Two older teenage girls noticed the confrontation and started giggling. I felt the heat as my face turned red and I wanted to run away, but the thought of what Lisa would do if I didn't send her the selfie on time made me stay the course. The bus finally arrived and after I got on I went to the last row, bending over as I had been doing. The two girls sat down on either side of me. They were about 16 or 17. "So are you a boy or a girl?" One of them asked me. "I think he is a sissy boy, Joan. Look!" "I do believe you're right Trisha." They were looking at my groin and to my horror, I had an erection that was clearly visible. Joan slid her hand inside my jacket, feeling my bra strap through my shirt. "Tell me sissy boy, are you wearing panties also" Joan asked me. "Please leave me alone. I haven't done anything." "Answer the question!" "No! I don't wear panties." "I don't believe you," said Trisha. "Let's pants him and find out." "Ok, I am wearing panties. Please let me go." "What color?" "P..pink." "I think I believe you. They match your pink bra, right?" I nodded, unable to hold back my tears. That didn't dissuade them. Trisha blocked anyone on the bus from seeing me and unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my bra. "Please let me go, I have to get off the next stop." They each took an arm and escorted me off the bus. The street was deserted, for which I was grateful, but they steered me to an alleyway. "Drop your pants so we can see your panties!" Said Trisha. "Please don't make me do that. I have to get home." "If you don't, we will take them off you and you will have to walk home in just your panties," said Joan. Crying the whole time, I unbuckled my pants and let them drop to the floor, giving them a nice view of my hot pink panties and matching bra. Without any warning, Trisha pulled my panties down to my knees. She warned me not to touch them. My erection still had not subsided. "Not very big, are we?" said Joan. They laughed at me, but if anything I got harder. "Jerk off for us!" Joan ordered. "What?" "You heard the girl. Do it now or you will be walking home in your panties and bra. I tentatively rubbed my penis. Despite the extreme humiliation I felt, I was incredibly hard and it felt good. I wanted to cum quickly, hoping they would leave me alone afterward. As hard as I was it wasn't going to take long. As I shot my load, Trisha put her hand under my penis and caught most of it. She smiled at me, but it was an evil smile. She brought her hand up and rubbed my cum all over my face and into my hair. Then she wiped her hand on my shirt. The two girls were laughing as they left me standing there crying. I knew I had to get home quickly or I would be in trouble with Lisa. I pulled up my panties and pants. I decided not to wear my cum soaked shirt and just put on my jacket. I ran home, praying mom would not surprise me and be home when I got there. I was grateful when I saw that the house was dark. I saw no one on the street so I opened my jacket and quickly took a couple of selfies. I sent them to Lisa and hoped they were acceptable. If not, I would be in big trouble with her. I let myself into the house and ran up to my room. I threw myself on my bed and cried. I heard my mom come in and I went into the bathroom and removed my panties I and bra and jumped in the shower to remove the cum from my face and hair. I managed to make it through dinner without breaking down, but it took all my energy. After dinner I helped mom clean up and went to my room. There was a text from Lisa on my phone. "Nice, but where is your shirt." "I thought you might like to see me in front of my house wearing only the bra." "You showed initiative. I like that." "Thanks." "Still, you will be punished for not following directions. Oh, and hand wash the bra and panties you wore today and bring them to me on Sunday, nice and clean. Good night Barbie." "Oh no!" I thought. "Another spanking." Despite having cum twice already today, I realized I was hard again. I decided not to try and analyze why but laid down on my bed and jerked off. I tried to think of something else, but my fantasies centered on wearing Lisa's underwear and my being spanked by her. It was a very powerful orgasm. I spent Saturday with my mom since we hadn't had much time together with her being at the hospital so much. Lisa and I did exchange some text messages and we were both looking forward to Sunday. I told mom I would be hanging out with Lisa in the morning and we would go to a movie in the afternoon. The challenge for me was to get past my mom while wearing Lisa's bra without mom noticing it. Fortunately it was a cool day so I put my biggest sweatshirt on over the bra. I thought it looked ok as long as she didn't look at it too long. Rather than risk someone seeing my breasts on the bus, I decided to walk. it would take close to an hour, but I reasoned that if I avoided churches there would be few people on the street. My strategy seemed to work and I rang Lisa's bell at about 9:15. She was wearing jeans and a t shirt with no makeup and her hair in a low pony tail. She smiled when she saw me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house. After closing the door she wrapped her arm around me and kissed me. It was a long, slow kiss. She gently probed my mouth with her tongue and once again I was erect. She giggled and squeezed my penis through my pants. "Come with me," she said as she led me to her room. Laid out on the bed was a long purple dress. It had spaghetti straps and a big bow in the back. Lisa old me that it was a bridesmaid dress she had worn at a wedding that summer. She ordered me to strip and I was soon standing in front of her in my panties and bra. "Take off your bra, you will need a strapless bra with this dress. I obeyed her and she took out a white strapless bra from her dresser and wrapped it around my chest. I was still hard, but she ignored it. She showed me how to put on the pantyhose and then held the dress for me to step into. It had a built in underskirt and zipped up the back. She had me sit at her vanity. She straddled me, sitting on my lap and facing me. She applied all kinds of creams and powders to my face, eyeliner, shadow, and mascara to my eyes, finally finishing with pink lipstick. "Barbie, you will have to learn to apply this yourself. I will not always be able to do it for you." Though I can't say I was surprised, stillit was confirmation that I would be dressing for her on more than just this occasion. She got off my lap and told me to wait there. She went to her closet and returned with a shoebox and a blonde wig. It looked suspiciously like the one I had worn on Halloween. When I asked her, she admitted to having borrowed it from Rosalie. "You mean Rosalie knows?" "Yes, and she likes the idea as I do. Don't worry, she is worn to secrecy." I wasn't so sure about that, but it as a done deal and I could only hope that my cousin could keep my secret. Lisa placed the wig on my head, using hairpins to hold it on. She took off the ribbon letting the hair flow. Then she brushed it for several minutes before she was satisfied. She opened the shoebox, producing a pair of strappy sandals that matched my dress. Lisa claimed they were 2 inches, but they looked a lot higher than that. She helped me to my feet and told me to practice walking in them. I was unsteady at first but figured out that small steps worked best. I realized that in the heels I was actually taller than she was. It was small satisfaction. She took my hand and led me to her parents room, where there was a full length mirror. Having seen what I looked like as a girl on Halloween, I was not shocked at the pretty girl staring back at me. I stared at image until Lisa interrupted me. She grabbed me and turned me towards her. Once again we kissed. I thought that for her kisses I would happily wear a dress. My erection had persisted throughout my transformation, but Lisa seemed uninterested in satisfying me, so when she took my hand and led me to the family room, I meekly followed her. She put on some music and we danced. She led, of course. It was a bit awkward at first dancing in heels, but I soon found I could manage. I lost track of time dancing close to her and was very turned on, but besides kissing, she made no move to carry it further, and I was too timid to take the initiative. When the playlist ended, she gave me a passionate kiss, smiled at me, and told me she had one more outfit she wanted me to wear. Then we would have lunch and go to the movies. She had me strip to my panties and pantyhose. I put on the bra I had worn coming to her house. Then she had me step into a short, red, flared skirt. It only came to mid thigh. Lisa called it a skater skirt. The top she gave me was a pink short sleeved blouse with red hearts scattered all over and a Peter Pan collar. It was not very opaque and my bra was clearly visible through it. Red sandals with 1/2 inch heel completed my outfit. I was grateful the heels were not higher. Lisa touched up my smudged lipstick and quickly ran a comb through my hair. When I looked in the mirror I saw a cute, young, teenage girl. It was thrilling, but I felt guilty that I was enjoying it. "Barbie, do you want pizza for lunch?" "Sounds good. Sausage and pepperoni?" "Great." She called the pizza place and ordered it Then she reached into her purse and pulled out some money. "It will be here in 20 minutes. Answer the door and pay for it while I change. "I..I can't answer the door dressed like this." "Why not?" "I'm wearing a dress." "Actually, you're wearing a skirt, but I don't see the problem." While we were talking she had stripped down to her bra and panties and I was getting excited again. "I'm a boy!" "When you looked in the mirror, did you see a boy or a girl?" "A g...girl." "And what do you think the pizza delivery boy will see when you open the door?" "A girl, I guess." She smiled and hugged me. "Good girl. Now go put out plates and glasses and get sodas from the frig. I'll be a few minutes." I had just finished setting the table when the door bell rang. I looked toward the bedroom, hoping Lisa would come out, but when she didn't I tried to calm myself. I went to the door, took a deep breath, said a silent prayer and opened it. "Large sausage and pepperoni pizza," was all he said. "I expected Lisa. Who are you?" "Barbie." " I'm Craig." "Er..nice to meet you." "I left the money in the kitchen. I'll just be a moment." He followed me when I went to get it. I handed him the money and hoped he would leave. "I haven't seen you around. Are you new to the neighborhood?" "Yeah." "Has anyone told you you are really pretty." "N..not, really." "Well you are. I would like show you around, what do you say?" I realized he was hitting on me and I was scared. I really didn't know how to handle it. Fortunately for me, Lisa came out. "Hey Craig. Leave the girl alone. Besides, she has a boyfriend." "You can't blame a guy for trying, can you? See ya girls." As he was walking out he turned towards me. "Barbie, if you change your mind, let me know." He gave me a big smile and was gone. I was shaking all over. Lisa hugged me tightly and comforted me. "You did great, Barbie. He really thought you are a girl. And not only a girl, but a pretty girl. I am really proud of you." She brushed my lips with hers. "Come on, let's eat. I didn't have breakfast so I'm starving." I finally stopped shaking and took a good look at Lisa. She looked more beautiful than ever. She had changed into a denim miniskirt and a white cardigan with the top 3 buttons open, giving a glimpse of cleavage. She had on blue wedgies that added inches to her height allowing her to look down on me. She wore her hair down past her shoulders and had put on makeup. I looked forward to taking her to the movies and hoped that some of my friends would be there to see me with such a beautiful girl. We filled our bellies with pizza and soda. After we cleaned up Lisa handed me a red cardigan and purse. "I put your wallet in your purse. We should get going." "But I need to change. I can't go dressed like this." "What's wrong with how you're dressed? You are hot. Certainly Craig thought so." "But I thought I..I mean Steve was taking you to the movie." "Well, consider it your punishment for not following my order the other night. Though I am not sure how much punishment it is for you to wear girls' clothing. Now let's go." Before I could respond she grabbed my hand, pulled me outside, and locked the door. Still holding my hand she headed for the bus stop, forcing me to follow. There were several people at the bus stop and I was very nervous being in public wearing a skirt. I could explain a costume on Halloween, but if someone recognized me I knew there was no explanation other than I am a sissy. "Remember to keep your knees together when you sit or you will flash your panties." She whispered. We found seats on the bus and I crossed my legs at the knees as I saw Lisa do. She tried to calm me down and when no one screamed out that I was a boy, I relaxed a little bit. It wasn't any easier when we reached the movie theater. Lisa told me to buy the ticket while she reserved a spot on the line waiting to get in. I fumbled in my purse for the money. I was extremely nervous, but finally got it out. The boy selling the tickets was only a few years older than me and he smiled at me the whole time. I was shaking when I finally rejoined Lisa. She held my hand as we made our way into the theater and led me upstairs to the ladies' room, reminding me to sit. Then we took seats in the last row of the balcony. She lifted the arm rest up between us and we snuggled together. As soon as the lights went out she turned towards me and sat on my lap. She took my hand and placed it on her breast then she leaned into me and kissed me as I caressed one breast and then the other while we traded saliva. It was instant erection for me. She moved her ass on my penis and I was not far from exploding. We continued this for a few minutes, totally ignoring the movie. I was determined to hold off cumming as long as I could but it was not easy. She removed my hand from her breast and moved it to her groin. I looked down and saw that her skirt had ridden up and I could see her white panties. I massaged her through her panties. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and kissed me hard. She moaned softly the whole time. I was afraid she would be heard, but no one said anything. She bit down on my tongue as she convulsed. I held her tightly, ignoring the pain on my tongue. She came down slowly, finally releasing my tongue from her mouth, but continued to kiss me. Her panties were soaked. She slid off my lap onto her seat and swung around to face the front. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. She used them to wipe herself. Then she produced a clean pair from her purse and slipped them on. I was still rock hard. She snuggled up close to me and put her hand under my skirt. She caressed me softly through my panties. "Do you want to cum, Barbie?" she whispered. "Uh huh." "What will you do for me if I finish you?" she teased me. "Anything?" "Anything?" "Uh huh?" "I will hold you to that." I was desperate to. I don't think it really registered. She had been lightly touching me, just enough to keep me on the edge, but not allowing me to go over it. Then she sped up her massaging and I erupted in my panties. "We better get you cleaned up before it soaks through to your skirt." We went to the ladies' room, which fortunately was empty. She sent me into a stall and told me to remove my shoes, pantyhose and panties. I was nervous that someone walk in, though it was not likely during the movie. She wet some towels and gave them to me to clean myself. Then she handed me a clean pair of panties and told me forget the pantyhose and put on my shoes. We both fixed our lipstick, which had been ruined from our heavy petting. Then. rather than go back to the movie, which neither of us had been watching we left the theater. Lisa wanted ice cream and despite my protests about further public exposure, we went to an ice cream parlor. We took a booth and each ordered sundaes. Two friends from our school, Carl and Joey, stopped by to say hello. I had danced with both of them at the Halloween party and neither seemed to know me. I felt strangely calm, even when Joey slid in next to me. They only stayed for a couple of minutes and went on their way. We hopped the bus to go back to Lisa's house where I could change back into Steve and go home. Despite my nervousness about being recognized, I had enjoyed the day. Lisa and I snuggled together on the bus, ignoring the strange looks we got from other passengers. We got off the bus and when we turned down the street where she lived when she put out her hand to stop me. "Oh no!" "What's wrong?" "My parents are home. Lights are on in the house and their car is in the driveway." "What am I going to do? I can't go home looking like a girl." I was near tears thinking of how my mom would react. "I know. I'll call Rosalie. Maybe she can help." "That idea didn't thrill me knowing I would be subjected to incessant teasing from her, but I had no other ideas." I heard only one side of the conversation as Lisa explained the problem and asked Rosalie if she could help me. "Ok Barbie. Rosalie will help. Get to her house as fast as you can. Your aunt won't be home for at least an hour. She will help you remove the makeup and find something a bit less girlie for you to wear. "Aren't you coming with me?" "I can't. If I do I will be grounded for a month. You will be ok. Just remember to sit with your knees together and try not to talk to anyone." She looked around to see if anyone was watching us. She put her arms around my neck and we kissed. "See you tomorrow Barbie, or rather I will be seeing Steve." With that, she turned the corner and headed home, leaving me to make my way to my cousin, dressed as a young teenage girl. To say I was nervous and scared would be a gross understatement.