My Horny Sister Christine
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Becoming Christine Clean up
My name is Christine, but it wasn't always that. Let me start from the
beginning, back then my name was Doug, and I was a freshman at the local
university. I quickly made friends with a guy named Ted, he and I were
in the same major and had several classes together that semester. He was
average height and was somewhat athletic. He loved weight lifting and
was more of a power lifter than a typical body builder. We began working
out together and going to bars downtown on the weekends. After a few
months, he met a co-ed named Christine. They started dating, and he and
I spent a less and less time together, but that is typical of young
love. I began to realize I missed him horribly and it was much more than
ordinary friendship but love. I never thought of myself as a gay man,
but I wanted Ted.
One day without warning Ted came into the commons without Christine, and
he looked like he hasn't slept for days. I walked over and sheepishly
waved, and he motioned for me to sit, I wanted to say something, but I
decided to sit and wait in silence. It was agony to hold on, but I
started down this path of silence, and I was going to see it through.
After what seemed like an eternity, only 20 minutes, he looked up in
tears and said, "She left me for no reason. There was no explanation
given, she called and said we are done." I was a boiling mix of emotion;
we could be back together now that she was out of the way, I was glad
and hopeful that he came to me. I was angry that Christine hurt him and
I was glad I had the opportunity to heal him.
As I woke the next morning, I realized that Ted was heterosexual and he
would never accept me as a man. I found myself lost in thought and began
to make a list of all the things that Ted found appealing; as I scrawled
what I thought was random traits, I looked down and realized that they
were all Christine's qualities. My next question was what to do with
this list. My answer, I had to BECOME CHRISTINE!! The revelation was a
cleansing moment; I had a clear direction and goal. As her I can provide
the closure Ted wants, I can beg forgiveness and then rekindle our
relationship.
The first step in my transformation was information, I also realized
that some things I discovered would be wretched to my current persona,
but I need to learn to accept things because if Christine likes
something, then the new Christine will have the same response. This was
going to be quite a challenge, and I wondered if I had to stomach and
the will to see it through, for Ted I had to try.
I went to Ted's house one evening to play video games; I intentionally
drank too much. While Ted was at the corner store getting another 12
pack I was sifting through his computer copying e-mails, pictures and
any other info I could find on a thumb drive. I found a small wooden box
that had a handful of handwritten love notes from that evil bitch
Christine. Then I thought it wouldn't be right to call myself a bitch; I
am a strong independent woman. That thought was not one of mine but
hers, I felt my cock throb and a bit of pre-cum soil my cotton
underwear. Luckily nothing was visible. I finished taking pictures of
the last of the love notes as the key hit the lock and I sat back in my
seat. I finished the night, but all I could think about is going over
every bit of data when I get home.
The next few weeks were a blur. I found her Facebook page, and it was
visible only to "friends of course" I noticed that when that pic popped
on the screen of her typical...smile I see my face in the mirror
beginning to emulate the same expression. Her online High School
yearbook showed her clubs and her likes and dislikes. She or should I
say I was the softball catcher and threw shot. I started looking for
adult softball leagues; it was necessary to get that slight little limp
on cold, damp days from bad knees. I looked up all her team mates on
Facebook, and she kept in contact with most of them. There were three
girls without a facebook page my first thought, "That will soon change."
Cerri Stanley was the way in!, setting up a Facebook as Cerri and then
sending a friend request to Christine got me access to her daily life
within a week.
Every day after class I would come home and put on something from the
female wardrobe I was quickly gathering. Pictures and notes all all over
my apartment. I would spend hours studying her look or her mannerisms or
re-writing those love notes over and over, every time I signed a flowing
signature, I would be a bit short of breath. The church league softball
was killer. I spent many nights working on my new voice and chatting on
FB with my twin while I had two huge bags of ice taped to each knee, I
was in pain, but the limp and love of Alieve became hauntingly familiar.
The next big hurdle to pass was the weight difference. I was a trim 180
lbs, and she was 240 or 250 with a pleasant round face. After some
searching on the Internet, I had a 3500 calorie a day diet to add weight
slowly. I also switched from a power lifting workout to more of cardio
only workout. The changes were slow but noticeable. Summer was coming,
and I was still wearing long pants to conceal my smooth shaved body.
Chapter two
Over the next two months, I got my weight very close to hers. I was
catching twice a week but only doing cardio and then heading home to
indulge in my favorite snack, I have to confess I am a food cheater :P.
I followed her around class and made a note of her favorite coffee and
her favorite foods. One day I looked at her cup she dis-carted in the
trash, I noticed she had a habit of leaving, a large lipstick stain on
the mouth of the rim. I will get the same coffee daily and also the same
type and shade of lipstick. Here I had my first moral dilemma. I had
been eating cleanly and off caffeine for over a year, what to do. Either
ignore something I don't care for, or either whole heartily dive into my
new persona choosing the new persona over the old.....COFFEE!!
So I was getting my coffee daily and eating my new diet, Diet Coke
sucked, but it was all for my boy...Did I just say, my boy?? MMMMMM...
nice. I next bought silicone hip and butt pads and trimmed them to the
right shape. Here again, I was at a crossroads what to do about my hair;
I had the body and the makeup right. I decided to go to the salon as a
woman and get the same style. I got a man's wig in my former style when
I was forced to be in class as a man. It may be a bit of overkill but I
was getting an eye for detail, this was a habit that I feel was
essential to the transformation work I was deeply into. Let my digress,
I am a girl who's parents had money, and I liked to feign that I had
good breeding; my short temper and the fact that I talked down to
disadvantaged people brought that point into question, but my Republican
daddy had rubbed off on me. I never left the house without my "Face" on
in the morning; the makeup routine would start with me at the makeup
table with about 20 photos framing the mirror. I had various recordings
playing in the background while I practiced the voice that was becoming
all too familiar. Toward the end of my routine, I was tilting my head
and practicing my "typical" smile while I blurted out, "You fucking
stupid cow you ruined my latte!!" Inside I hated my superior attitude
but loved how I was moving ever closer to Christine, I was physically
quite limp but still squirted cum in a slow stream. I managed to pant a
bit and then moan; when I was totally milked, I cocked my head, smiled
and playfully stuck my tongue out. Ted told me of this odd behavior
once, and it was a detail I was not about to overlook. She or I should
say I mistreated others and it made me cum. I feel that I was a trait so
foreign to the old me, why did I orgasm. I came because I was HER,
totally HER.
Another month or so went by. By now I had a fake ID as Christine, and I
went out publicly as a woman often, although I took care to venture out
in a town about 30 miles away as to not get caught. I had the proper
body, hair and makeup! I had her habits and mannerisms, and I was
feeling great, about my effort and progress. I even signed for packages
and other orders daily as Christine and loved it. All of my efforts came
to a screeching halt when I saw a Facebook post "Just my luck, I have to
give a presentation in front of the entire class, and I am on my F***ing
period. What!!! I had forgotten the simplest thing of all. How do I get
around that? After 30 minutes pacing around the apartment in my pajamas,
bare feet, the pace was fast and ringing in my damn ears. I had to stop
myself, my French manicure was in my mouth and getting chewed
down..."Hands out of your mouth." I decided on a mixture of red food
coloring, water and a bit of corn starch. I would pre-soak tampons and
pads in the mix and change them often throughout the day. A headache,
irritability, and back cramps are easy to do. I needed a place to put
it. The message boards and the Internet turned me on to the V-string
latex vagina, an excellent device, I am a huge fan. It took a few
months, but with the makeup on the edges and the fake period, I was
getting very good at faking it. The last two steps of my plan, get used
to sex as a genetic woman and then reveal myself to my one and only boy
and pray he didn't reject me or worse.
Chapter three
Well after a few days of practice with the V-string latex vagina I
ordered, and I felt more like "Myself" more than ever. I must admit I
watched myself moan and pant in a full-length mirror while I played with
my swollen clit more than once. It was so damn hot, oh so hot. I put on
some top 40 and writhed in the heat along to the bass line while I
rubbed myself and bit my lip. I orgasmed over and over again and again.
I called early in the morning and invited Ted over that night. I hung up
and looked in the mirror, and smiled. "Here we go honey," After a shave
and some body lotion; the morning breeze felt good on my damp skin.
Next, the medical adhesive went on my chest, and I glued my breast forms
into place. The weight and the slight discomfort in my back felt very
familiar. The hip pads filled out those rounded curves that I have grown
to love. I put on my bra and panties and then sat down at my vanity
table to do my hair and makeup. As the radio played and I went to work,
I occasionally would catch a picture of her on the wall out of the
corner of my eye. As a matter of reflex, my head tilted slightly, and my
eyes caught the smile I had grown to love. The time flew by as I
finished my face and hair, I spent over an hour trying to find the
perfect outfit for the evening. I wanted something warm, relaxed and
inviting--you know not slutty, but something easily removed later.
I was perfectly comfortable sitting back reading a magazine and drinking
a glass of wine to keep the nerves at bay. I fine until I heard the car
door slam outside, I went to the mirror in the hallway and checked my
hair and my makeup. I opened the door, and there he was. Surprisingly he
asked, "Christine? Why are you here??" He shifted "nervously" as I asked
him to come in. He sat down and looked very confused. I said in the
cutest way, "Suprise!!" He was not very amused. I had a whole game plan
to tell him everything, but I was losing him, so I switched to my male
voice and said, "Sweetie, I love you so much that I decided to be the
one thing you miss the most." I looked down at the floor and waited for
him to leave. I was so ashamed, all I could think about; was all the
time and effort I have spent in becoming her. In my field of vision, I
saw some familiar tennis shoes close to mine. I looked up, and suddenly
I feel two hands on either side of my soft face. He looked deeply into
my eyes and said, "Never use that male voice again sweetheart, my sweet
Christine." Then he kissed me deeply, I moaned a little and felt a hot
feeling swell from deep inside my soul. I came a bit in my floral
panties I was so in love with him more than ever.
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