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I went to bed dreamy and happy. When I woke, I could feel the heaviness
of the makeup on my eyes. I had pulled off the dress but still had on
the tights, panties and bra. The evidence was there. It had to have
been a dream, but it wasn't. WHAT HAVE I DONE! Oh, and Mom had seen me!
She must have heard me stirring and I can imagine she couldn't wait to
talk to me and find out what in the world I was doing dressed like that
last night. Before I could get out of bed, Mom knocked twice very gently
and then entered.
"Good grief, Chris! I told you not to let your Dad see you like that.
You are lucky I am the one coming in here this morning," she said.
"I know, Mom, I'm sorry.. It was just a weird night and I was so tired
when I got home that I just passed out when I hit the pillow. I really
did mean to change," I said.
She was looking at me curiously. "Do you like dressing like this? How
long have you been doing this?"
"Mom!" I almost shouted. She simultaneously pushed her hands down and
grimaced indicating I needed to be quite. At the same time, I realized I
did not want to wakeup Dad either. "I'm not a crossdresser."
"I beg to differ," she said before giving me a chance to explain about
the evening. She fell silent and listened as I told all about what
happened that evening starting from having my pants ripped off. I
explained about the movie and Stacy really wanting to see it. How she
had made me up. I told her about the guys we met, the second date Stacy
made with them. The ride Brad gave me home. I, of course, left out the
part about the fairy tale kiss. She listened intently and nodded her
head while I explained all of this. When I finished, she was quite for a
few minutes while she soaked it all in.
"So, you let Stacy dress you up like this and you didn't protest?"
"I tried... But... I guess, yes, Mom."
"...and you let her set the two of you up on a date with two guys and you
didn't stop her?"
"Well, I did say something..." she cut me off.
"...But you still have a date?"
"umm...yeah...I guess." I wasn't sure where this was going.
"Honey, you let that girl dress you up like that and you didn't stop her
from setting you up with a date with a boy. You really should learn to
be more assertive. It's no wonder she sees you as a best friend. I need
to think, I'm not sure what to do with you right now, but I do know I
want you to get out of those clothes and go get your makeup washed off.
Oh, and put on a ball cap or something to hide that hairdo."
I got up and did as I was told. It took quite a bit of effort to get
that thick makeup off my face. I put on a t-shirt and some jeans. I was
just about to head to find Mom when the phone rang. Mom picked it up and
seconds later called up to me. "Chris!! It's Stacy on the phone."
"I will take it in my room, Mom, Thanks."
I went to my room and picked the cordless up off of my dresser and
plopped down with it on my bed.
"Hey Chrissy, how is it going this morning?"
"Umm...considering what you made me do last night, much better now."
She paused, "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Donnie,
the guy that helped me last night, fixed my tires. My car is good to go.
I want to make things up to you a bit. I said I would... how would you
like to go on a date with me to the mall...just you and me."
I was surprised, but suspicious. It was too good to be true, but as I've
already stated...I'm a sucker.
"Just you and me?... For real?"
She giggled. "Yes, silly. What do you say?"
"That sounds great," I said. She said, "I will pick you up in an hour."
I looked up and found my Mom standing in the doorway.
"Umm..hold on Stacy," I said.
Mom asked, "So, is she still wanting you to go on a date with boys for
her?"
"I don't know, but I think so," I said. "She just asked me if I wanted
to go on a date with her to the mall..just her and I."
"Oh, Really." Mom got a look on her face like she knew what was going
on, "Well, then...
you got yourself into this mess, I am going to let you figure out how to
deal with it.
Let me get my purse and get you some money. Since you are going to the
mall anyway. Stacy can help you pick out some outfits. Maybe a nice
dress or some jeans for a girl your age."
"Mom, I told you I'm not a cross dresser. I am not buying a dress or
girly jeans!"
I wasn't sure I was hearing her correctly.
"Oh please, Son, that girl has you wrapped around her fingers. You will
do anything she wants, you always have. She put you in a dress last
night and you let her do it. She is taking you to the mall to get you
ready for your date with what's his name. So, if you are going to pass
as a girl, you are going to need clothes, money and you are going to need
to let her help you." I was so shocked I was speechless as I followed
her on her way to her purse. "One thing I do want to say though, you
better not do anything to lead those boys on.. I saw you last night, you
make a pretty cute girl."
"Mom!" I shouted. Then realized how loud it was and hoped I had not woke
up Dad.
She looked back at me again as if it hadn't mattered what I said. She
already knew better, "These boys are older and you definitely don't want
to give them the idea that you want to have another date or this will be
much more difficult when you do finally assert yourself to end this."
I thought about the dreamy kiss from last night as she spoke. She
rattled around in her purse and pulled out a pocket book. She pulled out
a very significant amount of cash and handed it to me. "You be careful
with this and bring back anything you don't use. Oh.. And whatever you
buy, you will have to try on for me. I need to make sure you will look
presentable."
I sat in my room stunned. I thought all I would have to do was tell
Stacy I didn't like dressing up for her and this would stop. Now Mom is
telling me I have to go on this date. Surely, this was over. Stacy was
so impressed with what I had done for her last night that she was truly
coming over because she wanted me to be her boyfriend. In my heart I
wanted it to be true, but deep down I knew that Mom was right. I knew
why Stacy wanted to taking me to the Mall. All I had to do was say no.
I was still trying to make sense of how my life had turned so strange in
the last 24 hours when the doorbell rang. It was Stacy. She was wearing
a pair of very tight jeans with black flats and a dark tan leather coat
over a black lace camisole. She had a turquoise necklace around her
neck. "Hi, Chrissy... Umm, is that what you are wearing?"
I looked down at my T-shirt and jeans, "Yeah, why?" I grabbed a thicker
heavy pullover hoodie and pulled it over my head. She smiled at me,
"It's alright...we will just need to run back by my house before we head
out."
I told Mom goodbye and we headed off back to Stacy's house.
We pulled into her place and entered, she giggled and took me by the hand
leading me into her bathroom.
She put her arms around me and hugged me. "This is going to be so much
fun. You and I have never had a chance to go shopping before." She
leaned over and started the faucet in the bathtub. She poured in bubble
bath. It smelled like lavender and vanilla.
"Take your clothes off..." she said. "And don't be modest. I know
you've seen me through the windows when you used to live next door. Now
it's my turn," she said jokingly. "I'm just kidding." She turned around
while I undressed. Now, this was too good to be true. I must have been
smiling from ear to ear. I slowly took off my clothes as the water
filled the tub. I slowly lowered myself into the hot water. It felt so
good. I realized Stacy was still dressed. "Sit back and relax. Close
your eyes." I did as I was told and relaxed. Stacy left the room as I
relaxed in the bubble bath. The hot water felt so good, the scents were
soothing. After about 5 minutes, I heard her rummage around in drawers
and come back. I heard an electronic buzz and looked up. Stacy came
carrying over a woman's electronic wet/dry razor and a bottle of some
kind of lotion.
"You aren't that hairy, but I would really like you to shave all of your
body, drain the tub, dry off and then put this lotion on. Come to my
bedroom when you are done." She laid the items on the side of the tub
and left the bathroom before I could say anything. I hoped she just
liked smooth guys. I hoped this was going somewhere I had wanted since
forever, but I knew where this was leading. To be honest, I knew when I
stepped into the tub where it was leading. I had thoughts swirling in my
head from Mom telling me how I would do anything for this girl and she
was right. Still there was a very small part of me that I could tell no
one, especially not Stacy or Mom. That I still was thinking about that
dreamy kiss and how confused I was about it. Would I be missing out if I
didn't go through with this. I did what I was told. After I shaved and
dried, I rubbed in the lotion. It smelled feminine and my legs felt so
smooth afterward. It was such a wonderful sensation. Smooth legs
rubbing together felt so silky and girly. I grabbed a white robe that
was on the back hook of the bathroom and went to Stacy's room.
"Stacy, this isn't a real date is it?" I asked.
She looked at me a little as if she was hurt. "Sure it is, I want to go
out on a date with my BFF..."
She looked at me with a hopeful eye. "...like we got to do at the movies.
I was hoping Christy and I could go out shopping?" She came over to me,
here eyes sparkling, "Please, we had so much fun."
"Don't call me that, it's not funny," I said,
"You had fun! You set me up on a date with a guy!" I said.
"Yes, I know...And that's why we need to go shopping. You need clothes if
you want to have another date. And look, this way you are getting three
dates out with me," she said jokingly, but serious at the same time.
"Alright, only because I love you so much," I said.
She jumped up and down clapping her hands really quickly. "Yay! I
already have an outfit picked out for you, but lets get your hair and
makeup done first." Since I had already been through having hair and
makeup done... I sort of understood what to do. I sat down at the vanity
and let her work. She had some device with rollers plugged into the wall
warming up. She took my still wet hair and started wrapping the rollers
around in my hair. I could tell they were warm and there were lots of
rollers. She put them all throughout my hair and spritzed my hair with a
bottle of something. Then she began working on my makeup. She used the
same foundation from movie night. A light blush on my cheeks. The
eyeshadow was not as dark as it was movie night. This time it was more
of a natural brown color. She said this was more for daytime. Black
eyeliner and black mascara. She used an eyebrow pencil to thin out my
eyebrows. The lipstick was in a gloss stick. It was pink with a sheer
sparkle to it and it tasted like bubble gum.
"There's my Christy," she said and paused admiring her makeup skills.
"Okay," she said, "I am going downstairs. Your outfit is laid out over
there. Call for me when you are dressed." With that she left the room.
I put on the white bra with the pink rose and the matching panties that
also had a rose in the center.
I rolled up the nude pantyhose over my legs and tucked my excitement down
as I straightened all of my undergarments out. It felt different this
time. I was curious what I would look like having time to dress, being
smooth, and having my hair fixed properly. The last time we rushed to
make the movies. So, I have to admit I was curious what I would look
like. I still couldn't believe I was doing this. I'm not gay. I'm not
a cross dresser. I wanted her. I wanted to be with Stacy. I tried to
convince myself that was the only reason I was doing this and maybe she
would appreciate my effort. In the meantime, I was getting to spend more
time with her.
The dress was a sleeveless white dress with a scoop neck. It had big
blue polka dots all over it, It was a bit stretchy, it flared out
towards the bottom and could easily be put on or taken off over my head.
It didn't even come halfway down my thigh. She had put out matching blue
flats that had a little bow on them. I slipped them on. There was a
black leather jacket she apparently intended for me to wear over the
dress. It was a very short jacked. It didn't quite make it to my mid
section. She had also laid out blue dangling earrings that she had
turned into ear clips for me and a blue beaded necklace. I put them on
and called her back to the room.
"Stacy, you are wearing jeans and a top. Why am I wearing this tiny
little dress when it so cold out?" I asked.
"You need to wear dresses so you can get comfortable as a girl. I'm
sorry, as I said before I don't have much that will fit you. Girls
clothes are a little different. You have to learn how to walk, sit,
stand and just be in a dress. It isn't something that just comes second
nature. You are going to need a little practice before our date.
Besides, as we went over last night.. I don't have any pants that fit
you. I also think the outfit you have on is probably showing a little
bit too much for your first date. So, we definitely need to go shopping
for you. You can't wear that."
I laughed to myself... as if she thinks there were going to be more dates
with guys like this for me.
"But I can wear it to the mall?"
She shrugged," It's the best I can do for now." She started pulling the
rollers out of my hair until she had them all out. She sprayed something
across my hair to keep it in place. Then she took a blue ribbon from out
of a blue shoulder bag next to her and wrapped it around my head from the
bottom back of my hair to the top of my head and tied it in a large bow
at the top. She handed me the blue shoulder bag and headed for the front
door. I snuck a peak of my hair in the mirror as we walked out. I
didn't see me walk by. I saw some girl that, well, that I would have
turned and taken a closer look had I seen her walk by at school. My hair
was frizzy curls all over my head. The blue bow looked cute and
perfectly place. The face of this girl was soft and gentle. The cute
little dress. Cute little shoes. There was nothing masculine left. No
one would ever correctly guess me as a guy. They would probably laugh at
the ridiculous notion that this adorable, feminine, soft creature could
be anything but a dainty girl. They wouldn't even guess me as a "tom"
girl. I was all feminine and all girl. Once again, I was a girl. It
felt fun. It felt flirty. It felt airy. I smiled. It felt good.
As I stepped outside, I felt the cool wind riding up my skirt. My now
smooth legs even clad in pantyhose could feel the cold air. This outfit
felt so free and open. I realized right then just how much freedom girls
have with clothing. They can cover themselves fully or be almost as bare
as they want and still look casual or sexy if done right. My flat shoes
tapped across the sidewalk out to the drive way. I could feel the heel
of the flat shoes slip comfortably back and forth on my feet. Being in
these clothes made me feel so different. I felt even more feminine in
this than I did the evening before. How could I ever feel like a boy at
all wearing something like this. The skirt I had to smooth straight to
sit down in the car. The purse I had to lay in my lap. The pink lips I
could see in the side view mirror. The curls I could feel on the back of
my neck. The pull of the earrings on my ears. The dainty feel of the
pantyhose between my legs swishing together. Everything I could see
about myself. "I am a girl now," I thought.
Stacy looked at me as we pulled into the parking garage at the mall.
"Are you ready, Sweetie?"
"I don't think it's possible to be ready for this."
"Aww..sweetie you look so adorable in that dress, though. It looks so
much better on you than it ever did on me," she said.
This isn't exactly what you want to hear from the girl you've had a crush
on most of your life.
We got out of the car and walked into the mall. We walked into the food
court area. You could smell the different foods that had been cooking
merged into one unique mall food smell It hit you all at once making it
hard to make sense of what was actually cooking but an all familiar smell
at almost any mall across the country. As we walked through the food
court area I could feel eyes on me. I could see guys turn and look.
Some guys were sneaking a peak and looking away quickly. One kind of
older guy was staring at my legs intently. "Stacy, people are staring at
me.. They can tell I'm a guy." Stacy almost laughed out loud. "I am so
sorry, sweetie.. But there is no way anyone is going to think you are a
boy. You should see yourself. You are definitely not a boy. They are
staring because you are a very pretty girl."
Then she turned her attention to the older guy staring at my legs. "...and
then again, some guys are just creepy." The guy caught her giving him an
evil look. He shook his head like he'd been daydreaming and walked out
of the mall.
"So," she said excitedly, "let's go shopping?"
I was soon glad that she had picked out a dress that was easy to slide on
and off. I was nervous at the first store trying on my first dress. I
was so afraid as I changed there would be cameras or someone would find
out I was a guy. We went from store to store where I tried on dress
after dress. A couple pairs of tight skinny jeans. I kind of liked how
some of the tight girls jeans were stretchy. It always seemed to me they
would be tight and uncomfortable, but they were actually kind of
comfortable and made my legs look so sexy. I admired myself in the
mirror front and back when I tried them on. I looked hot in these. I
slipped my flats back on. Stacy stuck her head in. "Oh, wow, those
would look so good with heels," she said.
"Oh, wow, you are right. That would look so sexy," I said. I was
turning myself to look from all angles not really realizing what I had
just said. I tried on shoes of all kinds that went with dresses we
picked out. At the end of the day, I had so much fun with Stacy that day
shopping. There was something about getting to see all these pretty
clothes.. Not just see them, but I got to wear them. I got to be a part
of it, a part of Stacy's day and I felt so pretty and sexy. I bought two
dresses, a jacket that was cut extremely short, two pairs of very tight
jeans, camisoles in different colors, two tops, leggings, undergarments,
pantyhose, tights, a pair of heels, and a pair of flats. We picked up
some inexpensive jewelry at each store to go with some of my new outfits.
Stacy smiled evil at me as we left the store. I didn't know what this
was about. "What?" I asked.
"So I'm having to beg you to go out with me with the boys for just one
date," she said.
"So.. ?" I asked.
"So, you've bought enough clothes to last you a week. I just thought it
was.. Interesting," she said.
"If you are suggesting that I want to be dressed like this... I assure you
I don't. I'm only doing this for you," I lied. "Mom told me I need to
get different things so she could help me decide what I should wear."
She looked at me shocked. "O-M-G... you told your Mom?"
"I had to," I said. "She caught me coming in the house last night."
"And she wanted you to buy more clothes? Really? Hmm..." she said.
I explained to her the whole story of what happened when I got home.
Once again, I left out the kiss.
Then I realized something. "Hmm, what?" I said.
"Oh, I was just thinking. If she is cool with it, maybe you and I could
go out more. You know... Shopping together. I had fun today," she said.
"I had fun, too." I really did have fun. I had more fun than I wanted
to admit and anything to get to spend more time with Stacy would be
great. Just then my cell phone rang. The caller ID showed "Parental
Unit 1" It was Mom. I showed Stacy, motioned her to be silent and I
picked up the phone. "Hi, Mom."
"Chris, So how are things going?" she said in a bit of an accusatory
tone.
"Good, we are on our way back from the mall now," I said.
"Oh, good." There was a pause. "Just curious, what are you wearing
right now?"
I looked over at Stacy.
"You are dressed like a girl again, aren't you?"
I didn't know what to say to her. I was quite. "I knew it," she said.
"Listen, your father got called out of town for a few days, as usual. I
want you to come straight home. Do not go back to Stacy's and DO NOT
change clothes. I want to see what you let her do to you. Is that
understood."
I knew that tone. This must be done. "Yes, Mom." I hung up. I turned
to Stacy. "You have to take me to my house now. Mom wants to see how
you dressed me up."
Stacy looked at me and smiled. "Okay, cool." She was enjoying this too
much.
When we reached the house, Stacy parked in the driveway. I was nervous
in the daylight of the neighbors seeing me dressed as a feminine sissy as
I got out in the cool air again and took the few short steps to the front
door in a dress.
Mom immediately came walking out of the living room into the foyer as we
entered the house. She looked at Stacy first, then she looked at me and
she smiled. "Oh Chris, you look... you actually look so adorable."
Mom turned back to Stacy. "You know what you are doing with her isn't
right don't you."
Stacy's smile faded a bit as she realized my Mom wasn't exactly "cool"
with it.
"However," Mom continued, "she agreed to go on a double date with you and
she is going to go through with it. You've done a really good job with
her makeup. Oh, wow, and her hair is amazing!"
Mom looked me up and down. "Yes, this will do, but there are a couple
improvements I can make."
Stacy's smile began to come back as she realized she was going to get to
keep her BFF for a little bit longer.
"Now," Mom said, "Chrissy, go try on the clothes you got today. I want
to see every outfit. You can use the bathroom down here. Stacy and I
will be in the living room. You can come and show us your fashion show.
It will be fun. Get to it now." Mom and Stacy headed to the living
room. For the next 45 minutes I tried on different clothes and shoes
while Mom got excited about some outfits and seemed impartial to others.
It was strange, but it was so gratifying when she approved of outfits I
had chosen. There was brown lacey overlay dress that came to my knees.
She loved it. I had fun swishing in circles for her to see it.
Eventually, Stacy went home.
I spent the rest of the evening with Mom still dressed as Chrissy. We
had dinner. We washed the dishes together. We talked about different
fashion trends over the years. As we stood and talked the phone rang, It
was Stacy. "Hey," she said, "the guys want to go out tomorrow night at 8
pm. They want to meet us at Donnie's Diner. Is that okay?"
I looked at Mom and told her the plan. My Mom nodded that was okay.
After I hung up the phone with Stacy I really wasn't ready to take off
"Chrissy." It had turned out to be such a wonderful day spending it as a
girl. I wouldn't want to do it all the time, but pretending for a day
was kind of fun. I thought it was over for the night. I went and washed
the makeup off my face. I went to my room. I pulled the dress up over
my head and neatly laid it on the back of my desk chair. I rubbed my
hands across my pantyhose before I pulled them off. Then I glanced at my
bed and I saw that Mom had laid a pair of her best pink silk pajamas at
my pillow. I slid the rest of my day clothes off except for the panties.
I slid on the pajamas and went to bed dreaming of satin, silk, and one
very amazing kiss.
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