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The Blue Dress free porn video
This is my first story. I know the grammar is poor and hope its not to
distracting. I have reread and edited but I may have missed some things.
The subject matter is of this story is of a intimate teenage encounter but
no sex occurs. If you are under-aged or offended by Magic, Curses, or
teenage hand jobs please move on. Thank you for your time and if you enjoy
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Author Update #1: I received some good feedback regarding this starter. I
decided to push forward and continue the story. I do understand some
aspects of the story may be confusing and it appears by accident but rest
assured the confusing nature of the change will be explained as its
revealed to the main character. The continuation is very straight forward
as our protagonist tries to discover not only what happened to her but to
the world around her. Please enjoy and again thank you for reading.
The Blue Dress
He closed his eyes as she ran her hand over the groin of his pants. He
fantasized nightly about what it would be like to have a girl touch him
intimately and the sensations were more intense then he could imagine.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" his words stumbled out showing how
distracting her little game was to him. "I don't know, the tone of your
voice and how fast your little fella has come to attention seems to answer
the question." Hearing her refer to his penis directly was thrilling and
hurtful at the same time. Her indictment that it was little made him feel
somehow less than what he was. " I mean, doing this here in a broom
closet. What if one of the teachers notice we are missing from the dance?"
Her face suddenly contorted into disgust and she snapped her hand away
from his groin. Sighing she stood up. "Listen, I thought you were cool,
but it seems your just a big pussy like everyone thought." Her words
stung, Adam wasn't considered popular by any means and he knew it. Her
words though confirmed his status as not well liked brought him close to
tears. Detecting his fragile emotional state the girl concealed a wicked
smile. "Adam, I want to do this with you. I promise you its better than
you can ever imagine and it will change the way everyone looks at you."
Her face softened as she turned to face the boy. Adam gazed upward, her
blue dress clung to her body seductively. His mind raced trying to imagine
what she would look like naked. No matter how hard he tried the perverted
thoughts of kissing her and touching her flooded his mind.
Kneeling down the girl grasped his hand, "Listen, its now or never. When
the dance ends I go back to my school and I live to far away from you.
Besides my family doesn't allow me to date, so the chances of seeing you
again soon are impossible." As if her hand instilled new courage he leaned
his head up and kissed her. He was shocked when her tongue parted his lips
and forced its way into his mouth. He felt almost weak as she forced his
head back down to the floor. Pulling back she smiled, "I promise when we
finish everything in your life will change." Her hand flowed down to his
groin and quickly began to rub him. She was pleased to feel his body once
again reacting. Her other hand reached and guided his hand upon her
breast. He gripped and grasped excitedly and felt an unpleasant pressure
on his groin. Hissing she cried "Gently, they aren't going to run away."
Taking her lead he loosened his grip and felt the shape of her breast
through the soft fabric of her dress.
Leaning down she moaned softly "Are you ready for more?" Adam nodded and
watched as she reached around and in a motion and lowered her top. She had
a simple white bra cupping her firm budding breasts. Adam had seen breasts
before in movies and adult magazines his brother would kept hidden. These
were different though. As she undid the clasp on her bra she smiled. The
breasts we perfectly shaped, they didn't look awkward like those in the
magazines he sneaked peeks at. He slowly raised his hand and felt the soft
warm skin. She closed her eyes letting out a breath of pleasure enticing
the Adam to explore further.
He had lost connections to his senses and was obsessed with the feeling of
her warm skin in his hands. He somehow failed to notice that she had
pulled his pants down and was now rubbing his penis through his underwear.
Her paced increased and he could now feel the slow build that would end in
his release. Sternly she spoke "Now Adam, you have to tell me this is what
you want." Nodding slowly Adam gave quiet confirmation. "No, not like
that!" the direct nature of the statement startled the boy. "We have to do
this by the rules, You must say I want what you offer me." Adams mind was
swimming and this game was confusing but the sensations were to much for
him to ignore. "I want what you offer me." escaped his lips eagerly. She
smiled and replied "Take what I offer and a deal is struck."
Standing up for a moment the girl raised the bottom of her blue dress.
Adam was wide eyed and realized that she wasn't wearing underwear. Quickly
those thoughts drifted away as his eyes were drawn to her groin. He tried
to memorize every detail, the smooth curves, slight pink folds, even the
wisp of dark hair that crowned her vagina. "This is how it works, take
your hand and feel that which makes me a woman. Feel the flesh with your
fingers part the folds and explore the insides. Make me feel how you want
to feel." She lowered he self down and guided his hand letting out a moan
as rubbed her mound. It didn't take long and his fingers surged forward
inside of her. His movements shadowing hers as she rubbed his dick. Her
hand slid under his underwear making contact with his engorged member. She
could feel the drips of precum that had been building. Shifting her wrist
she began to stroke him harder, purposely pumping and coaxing him to cum.
Adam felt lost in the pleasure. It was more intense than anything he had
ever done to himself. The warmth of her insides and the smell was
intoxicating. As she stroked he forced himself to match her pace. He
imagined his cock was inside her. He was having sex for the first time and
wasn't sure how it could feel any better. Her breathing mixed with his,
the moans, the smells, the feelings this was better than ever felt
possible. Stroke after stroke Adam, knew he was at his limit. He should be
going over the edge and erupting but instead he was still building. He
struggled to speak "I'm so close, I need to release." Bucking her hips
faster she replied "Don't worry baby, we are both going to get there,
right about now." Both bodies shook with orgasm. Adam was to distracted by
the pleasure and failed to notice he did not erupt. His entire body
tensed, it was like he flexed all his muscles at once then allowed them
relax in a climatic wave. The intensity was to much and with a sharp
exhale Adam slipped unconscious.
Adam dreamed of a different place. He was watching his life but something
about it was different. He was standing in line at school for pictures.
This was a day he remembered vividly. He had been sick the day before and
was forced to come to school for his picture. He was 9 years old and while
standing in line he lost control of his bladder. The adults present shamed
him and his peers pointed and laughed. But this was different. He was
standing in line and looking at his shoes. They weren't like any he had
ever wore before. They were open at the top and he could see his the top
of his feet. He was wearing white stockings which felt odd. He remembers
waiting for the bus in the red velvet dress and how cold his legs were as
the wind blew. As he walked forward the moment he dreaded arrived, he felt
himself lose control of his bladder. In seconds he would be made fun and
nothing he could do would change it. Wait something is happening, his
teacher was taking him by the hand and walking him away from the others.
No one seemed to have noticed. "Its ok Janet, you had been sick and your
mother worried about you coming to school today. I have a change of
clothes for you and we will get your mom her to take you home after your
picture. I know how important it is to you."
It was sudden but Adam felt the world return. He was on the floor in the
broom closet staring at the ceiling. He took note of his sensations and
realized everything felt different. A voice came from his side, "Its like
a brand new outfit, it just takes time to get used to but you will."
Looking over Adam saw a boy kneeling beside him. "Just take it slow, and
it becomes familiar." "Who are.....wait....whats....my....voice!" trying
to force himself up he was shocked. He could feel the weight of his long
hair, a constriction in his chest from his clothes and the cold floor on
the back of his bare legs. Looking down he realized he was wearing the
blue dress. Before he could scream a hand covered his mouth. "Ok, listen I
know you are freaking out and want to scream, but if you do it might
attract the attention of your teachers and you don't want to be labeled as
crazy." Gaining composure Adam pushed the boy back, "Whats going on?" As
the boy stood up he let out a sigh. "Well here is the short of it. You
just inherited a curse. That blue dress changes the owner into female
version of themselves. Once you pass on the curse you go back to being who
you were."
Extending a hand the boy braces and help Adam to his feet. "Everyone you
know will remember you as a girl. To them you were born a girl and lived
as a girl." Adam looked at his hands with the subtly painted nails. "But I
don't want this." The boy smiled "Neither did I, so when the chance
presented itself I took it." A moment of silence hung in the air. "OK,
before I go listen up. You will notice that your body and reflex memories
are a bit different. You will walk, use the bathroom, have the
mannerisms...ect of a girl. Adam still focused on his dress cautiously ran
his hands down his sides. "So here is my advice. Periods suck but let you
get away with being an asshole 90% of the time. Boys your age and older
generally are perverts. Finally self exploration is fun but I recommend
restricting it to bathes or showers. Trust me being dirty as a girl is
allot worse than as a boy." Adam nodded slowly something inside of him was
screaming to freak out but he strangely found himself suddenly accepting
of the situation. Watching as the boy reached for the door knob "All this
and I never got your name." The boy turned back slightly "Yeah you made it
pretty easy for me. Anyway she was Beth and now I am Ken. Anyway, good
luck." with that the boy exited the Broom closet. As the door drifted
close Adam instinctively straightened her dress and nervously left the
room. She wasn't sure what to expect next but something inside of him told
her to push forward.
Chapter 1
"Hey Janet, you ok?" Responding with a small nod the girl appeared
confused. "I'm Janet? Yeah, sorry I am just not feeling well." Krista
gauged her friend, "Listen, I know you wandered off with that boy, he
didn't do something did he?" The events that transpired swam through
Janet's mind, "No, we just talked." Adjusting her stature she straightened
up looking Krista in the eyes. She wasn't sure why but this girl she knew
for the last 4 years looked different. Her once curly hair now straight
showing off a bob and her face accentuated by red rimmed glasses. "When
did you change your hair?" voicing her confusion. "What? My hair style?
maybe we should take you to the nurse, your acting a bit weird."
The trip to the nurse added to her state of confusion. As they walked
through the halls Janet realized that other things were different as well.
The class rooms used to have a light green paint. It was donated to the
school from the surplus left over from a near bye hospital construction.
All the kids spent time making fun of it at one point. But that memory
seemed wrong somehow. The rooms were a pleasant shade of blue.
Her mind raced spotting other differences, the decorations on the walls
for example. A display they had which would show news clippings from
various periodicals highlighting current events was no longer there.
Instead it had board featuring students who achieved perfect academic
records. She was confused because she knew what everything should look
like but also what it did look liked seemed so familiar.
As the girls walked the clicking from the shoes had an almost hypnotic
rhythm. Janet shifted her focus to her gait. She was walking smoothly
without effort. Her hips swayed and each step was the perfect distance.
She stopped in place for a brief second and continued walking. It was
natural but at the same time so different.
The girls entered the nurses office and had a seat. Krista was speaking
but Janet was lost in her thoughts. She found herself nodding in agreement
but honestly she wasn't processing. When the nurse entered the office
Krista explained the situation. "I'll take it from here Krista, you can
head back to the dance." Janet did not recognize the nurse but somehow
knew her as Mrs. Timber.
Janet had a seat on the exam table. Having Mrs. Timber check her over was
more difficult than she imagined. For the first time since her change she
was forced to face her new body. The cold stethoscope against her skin or
even Mrs. Timbers hand on hers while taking her blood pressure. It made
the experience real and Janet collapsed emotionally into tears.
Sitting in the hall she waited for her Mother to pick her up. The tears
slowly rolling down her face at fearing that she wouldn't recognize her
own mother. Her thoughts raced on the horrible possibilities ahead of her.
As she focused on the what if her tears continued. "Janet, baby whats
wrong." The voice was so familiar but she was afraid to look. She felt the
embrace tightened around her, she kept eyes closed but the feeling of
warmth, the smell, it told her what she needed to know. Opening her eyes
she was burst into a full sob clutching the woman tightly with one word
escaping her lips between breaths, "Mom!".
The ride home felt calming. Her mom was still driving the same Aerostar
minivan. In the back Janet seen the marks where her younger brother had
drawn in magic marker during the family vacation. It was the same and it
helped her relax. She kept her eyes closed for the trip home to avoid the
confusion she felt walking through the school. Janet's mom let her sit
silently almost detecting the calming effect the ride was having.
When they pulled into the driveway Janet was relieved to see the same home
she always knew. It wasn't very big but had been in her family for years.
Walking through the front door the confusion returned and so did the
anxiety. Though the decorating was similar small changes dotted the living
room. Pictures that hung on the wall paid homage to who she was now. Next
was the kitchen which kept the layout but was completely different. Trying
to avoid a meltdown she rushed back the hall to the bedrooms. She pushed
open the door to her room and became distraught. She used to share a room
with her younger brother. It was the master bedroom for the home. When she
opened the door she seen the King sized bed dominating the room and
recognized per parents dressers.
Turning Janet approached the other bedrooms. The second largest which used
to be her parents room was what she was looking for. Before she opened the
door she knew it was her room. Just as she knew her younger brother Lee
was in the smallest bedroom. She remembered how happy her older brother
Tom was when the cleaned up the attic giving him his own space. She slid
open the door slowly. This was her space, her safe haven and she was
scared what was on the other side.
The first thing she noticed also brought her a breath of relief. The
carpet was pink but the same pink it had always been. Her bed, the day bed
she had gotten for her birthday 2 years ago was the same. It had the wear
and tear from when her younger brother would have a tantrum. The furniture
was the same except her TV was different, newer than she remembered. The
closet was packed with clothes. As she looked around a thought entered her
head, had this been my room this is how I would layout my furniture.
Taking it all in Janet stopped in her tracks. On her wall was a full
length mirror. For the first time she seen herself. The reflection was
like a stranger staring and watching her. Mocking her movements but at the
same time had a sense of playfulness. She turned sideways taking it all
in. "This is me." hearing her voice and seeing the words leave her
reflections lips caused her realize that this was all real. The blue dress
clung to her body. She wasn't as thin as her classmates but her plus size
seemed to work. Looking at herself she had flashes of Adam, he would like
Janet's looks. Her face had traces of her mom but there was another
influence. She then remembered that despite all that changed her Dad was
still gone since she had been young. He was killed in an accident. She
felt guilty for not considering he may still be alive for some reason.
Janet started to remove her dress. With little effort as if on autopilot
she stripped down and hung the dress on the hanger. She removed her bra
with a swift motion without effort. Taking a moment she admired her chest
in the mirror. Adam would of killed to see these in person or to touch
them. She moved her hand up gently but the foreign feeling was to much to
overcome. It felt good feeling her hand on her breasts but wrong at the
same time. Moving on Janet removed her panties. Seeing her mound with the
brown tuft of hair finalized the moment. "I am a girl."
To Be Continued - Soon
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