MY 19TH BDAY CUMMING 5X WITH 5 SMOKING HOTT STRIPP
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Back when I was 18 years old I met my girlfriend Lucy, the light of my
life.
She was the sexiest girl I had ever seen. I had been watching her for a
few weeks. She would always wear a miniskirt. She would often wear lace
dresses and she either wore her hair in a long ponytail or a bun. Like me
her hair was raven black. In the Student Union discos she would always
turn heads as she danced flamenco. And she didn't dance flamenco like
some drunk on a package holiday, she danced it like it was in her blood.
One day after I had had a few beers, she came up to me after a dance and
asked me for a light for her cigarette.
Even though I was a non smoker I found myself checking my pockets for a
lighter that I knew wasn't there just so this beautiful woman would remain
next to me. I wasn't just a non-smoker I was one of a bunch of guys who
worked out in the gym and who went running regularly. I prided myself on
the fact that the only women who could keep pace with me were
international athletes. In fact on several occasions I had said I
considered the only people who smoked were nerds and bimbos.
But not her, she was no bimbo.
"No, sorry love, I must have forgotten my lighter," I lied.
Lucy looked up at me.
I had never noticed how bright her eyes were or how long her eyelashes
were.
"No cigarettes either? Don't worry, I'll get you a light," she replied
dashing off. "I'm Lucy by the way."
"Johnny," I replied.
A moment or so later she came back with a lit cigarette in her mouth and
an unlit one in her hand.
She gave me the one that had been in her mouth, and asked me to hold it in
my mouth whilst she lit her other cigarette with it. I looked into her
eyes as she lit her cigarette on mine but found I could not hold her gaze.
I tried to pretend I was a regular smoker.
I blushed and looked away.
Then I coughed on the cigarette, which must have given away the fact that
I hadn't smoked before. I don't know why but it struck me at the time,
and perhaps Lucy, that the manner in which I coughed was rather feminine.
Why was I smoking? Well, my inhibitions were down, partly because of the
drink and partly because I was in love. I wanted Lucy to believe I was
just like her.
Lucy invited me to sit down with her friends, who were celebrating her
birthday with her, whilst she went to get drinks for her and me. I found
myself sitting amongst a group of Lucy's girlfriends with Lucy and a
Malibu cocktail which she brought back for me with two umbrellas in it. I
had always thought of drinks like cocktails as girl's drinks.
Particularly if they had an umbrella in them.
It was quite nice, this Malibu cocktail I thought as I sipped it through a
straw. All the girls were sipping cocktails through a straw. I felt like
I was one of them.
I noticed as I put my cigarette out in the ashtray that it had a lipstick
mark around the end of the filter, like all the other cigarettes in the
ashtray,, giving the impression that a lady had been smoking it.
"So, Johnny, are you a nerd or a bimbo?" asked Lucy.
I thought about how the lipstick mark on my cigarette stub suggested an
answer. I realised she had either heard me say this or had heard that I
had said this.
"Neither." I blushed, embarrassed.
"And you think I am?" She said, like a cat purring, getting out another
cigarette and lighting it in her mouth before passing it to me.
"No, not you, I have never thought you were," I said, puffing on the
cigarette. It wasn't so bad. It helped me to feel more relaxed.
"You haven't smoked before, have you?"
"No," I said.
"That's alright I have known some who were boys before, like you," Lucy
replied touching my hand to reassure me.
Lucy asked me about my life and asked if I worked out. I told her about
the gym and said that I was a keen runner and no woman could beat me at
the university.
Lucy had a wicked glint in her eye at that point and said "Let's have a
bet, when's your next race?" I told her there was one in three weeks
time.
Lucy said, "I think, underneath your macho exterior, Johnny, is a
cigarette smoking Malibu drinking bimbo trying to get out. I will bet you
that I will beat you in the race. The loser will have to dress as a
French Maid for the fancy dress party just before the end of the month and
clean the winner's room and wash the winner's clothes in costume."
Lucy, dressed as a French Maid, and cleaning my room! "You can call it my
birthday present," I said to her, "having you dress as a French Maid at
the end of month for my birthday."
It seemed a sure thing. There was no way she would win.
I put out of my mind the fact that I was smoking cigarettes and drinking
Malibu.
"I'm out of cigarettes," Lucy said.
"I'll get you some," I said going to the bar and buying my first packet of
cigarettes. I bought a Malibu for myself and Lucy.
"You smoke yours and I smoke mine," Lucy said when I got back. "It's part
of the bet."
"Ok you're on," I said thinking this was the first and last packet I would
ever smoke. "You have a smoking hot body by the way, love."
"I don't want another drink now," she said looking away and leaving me to
drink both drinks and smoke another cigarette or two, whilst she went off
to the dance floor with her friends.
Why did I blurt that out? Yes, I was thinking that, but I knew better
than to say that, didn't I? I so didn't want to blow things with Lucy.
But how did I apologise without digging a deeper hole? In fact should I
apologise as I only meant it as a compliment?
I decided not to say anything and when Lucy came back she didn't say
anything about what I had said either.
Instead she suggested we go on a training run tomorrow. If either of us
missed the run they would have to smoke a packet of cigarettes.
I was an early riser so I suggested we meet at 8:00am outside our halls of
residence.
I don't remember much after that as I think I blacked out. I woke the
following morning at around 9:15am to a knock on my door. My head was
spinning and there was a smell of cigarettes and something else in my
room.
I opened the door. It was Lucy.
"Here's your cigarettes. You missed our run," she said offering me a
packet of 20 cigarettes.
"But I don't smoke."
"Are you not a man, a man of your word?"
She had me there. I knew then that she was sober enough to remember the
terms of the forfeit as I also was.
So I lit up a cigarette and offered her one.
"No. You smoke yours and I smoke mine," she replied pulling out a
cigarette from a smaller packet of 10 cigarettes.
"Looks like you need to clean yourself up before your tutorial. See you
later. You can smoke more if you want but I have to see you smoke 20
cigarettes today otherwise how do I know you haven't just thrown them
away?"
I don't know why but Lucy giving me permission meant that I had another
two cigarettes before I finished cleaning my room and another in the
bathroom. I didn't need the cigarettes but something drew me, a normally
sober slightly hungover keep fit fanatic to just try a few to see what it
was like. After all I knew that a few sportspeople smoked but the only
one I could think of right now was a female heptathlete.
In the morning coffee break I found myself joining the girls and a few
boys for a cigarette break and a coffee.
At lunch I had a few more, so by the time it got to dinner I had smoked my
way through over half the packet and had got to know some of the girls on
campus better.
I saw Lucy then. "I guess I had better buy myself some more fags" I said,
showing her my almost empty packet as I had smoked some more during the
afternoon.
There was a buy one get one free deal in the Student Union shop, so I
bought two packets and a lighter.
Then Lucy suggested we went for a drink and we had a few more Malibu
cocktails. I had smoked about another 15 cigarettes before saying
goodnight to Lucy leaving me a packet and a half for another occasion.
This time though I hadn't got hopelessly drunk and woke in time for our
run in the morning. I was surprised to find out that Lucy was quite a
good runner and although we raced the last mile and I beat her I could see
that this wasn't going to be as easy a bet as I had thought.
"I am gasping for a cigarette," Lucy said reaching into her fanny pack for
her cigarettes and lighter. She offered me one of her's which I took as
it was a different brand from the one I was smoking and had a camel on the
packet.
"You're not bad for a girl," I joked lighting my cigarette on hers.
She smiled and took another drag of her cigarette. "Perhaps I should have
told you that before I took up dancing I was the fastest runner in my
school, girls or boys. Are you coming to the disco in town tonight?"
"Sure," I said.
"Great, don't be late, the bus leaves at 7:00pm. See you later," she said
stubbing out the rest of her cigarette and rushing off.
I enjoyed mine and then strolled back to my room to smoke one of my own
before getting ready for the seminar.
During the day I finished the packet and thought maybe it was time I
stopped smoking. Lucy was going to be serious competition.
On the bus I dozed off and while I was sleeping Lucy set about painting my
lips and putting mascara on my eyelashes. I wasn't aware she was doing
this of course nor did I understand why my fellow students seemed to laugh
when they saw me get off the bus. No one said anything so I didn't notice
what Lucy had done to my face until I went to the toilet after we got into
the disco.
Queuing up outside I had seen quite a few guys wearing mascara. I had had
quite a sheltered upbringing so I asked one of them if they were
transvestites. He explained that tonight was themed after some Stanley
Kubrick film called "The Cockwork Orange" or something like that and no,
he was not a transvestite and he thought I was rather lippy for a fan of
the film.
After we had got in to the disco and got our drinks I said to Lucy I
thought the guys seemed a bit odd and she laughed.
"You mean they need to step it up a level like you?" She and her friend
Mary both laughed.
It was at this point I went to the toilet and discovered what Lucy had
done to my face. The lipstick didn't seem to be coming off. I learnt
then that Lucy was a prankster.
I tried to persuade her to help me remove my makeup but my pleas fell on
deaf ears. I ended up getting quite drunk again.
So I was greeted the following morning by Lucy with a fresh packet of
cigarettes for me as I had finished the other packet.
I had missed our run again.
By the end of the first week I had missed half the runs that Lucy had been
on and I was starting to think I was smoking a lot more than her because
every time I missed a run she bought me a new packet and I was buying my
own packets too now as I was enjoying hanging out with the other smokers.
I wasn't going to be stopping smoking any time soon.
The first run of our second week I noticed that Lucy was catching up with
me.
I started to get nervous.
What if Lucy was that good?
I started smoking more, it seemed to help me relax but by the end of the
second week I was finding it hard to keep in front of Lucy.
"Afraid you might be my Raven Nox?" Lucy teased me. "You have to have a
suitable french maid's name."
On the day of the race I found I was struggling, probably due to the
cigarettes I had been smoking and I was shocked when I finished to see
Lucy had not only finished in front of me but put on her tracksuit.
"The most macho of the boys on campus is going to becoming one of the
girls tonight," Lucy teased.
I was crestfallen. I had never been beaten by a woman I knew before.
I knew that I had to honour the bet although I did try to persuade Lucy to
let me dress as a butler instead.
"Don't worry no-one, not even you, will know you are a man when I am
through with you, Raven," said Lucy.
So I turned up at 6:00pm at her room and let her wax me. I learnt a new
respect for women and the pain they put themselves through to be
beautiful.
Next Lucy gave me a white pair of silky panties with a lace trim and
explained to me how to feminise my groin by tucking my manhood into the
sheath in these panties. She had had them made specifically for me.
Lucy then tied me into a matching corset which had suspenders which she
told me to tuck under my panties. I looked down at how feminine my waxed
body looked as the lack of bulge in my panties made my groin look feminine
and my corset created breasts.
Next I was shown how to roll a pair of fishnet stockings up my leg, how to
attach them and how to adjust my suspender belt to stop the straps pinging
off.
"I can't believe this Lucy, I feel lost. I feel that these clothes are
part of me, that I was always meant to wear them but it's not natural is
it?"
"Of course, it's natural, Raven, but you have to let go of Johnny."
Next I found myself slipping on a petticoat before stepping into a black
silky dress with a white lace trim.
Finally Lucy then got a pair of black patent stilettos with four inch
heels out for me and showed me how to glide rather than walk in them.
"Sit down, Raven," Lucy said. "And let me do your makeup."
Now I got to see and feel what she did to me on the bus as she painted my
lips. Next she stuck false eyelashes on my eyelids before turning to her
eyeshadow and mascara. Finally she stuck hair extensions into my hair and
I now had my first ponytail.
If I felt female as I looked at myself in my lingerie, putting on my first
dress removed any doubt
"I wanted to glue false nails on your fingers but you'd probably mess them
up so sit still while I do your nails."
"Ta-dah!" Lucy said turning the mirror so I could finally see how she had
feminised and emasculated me.
I looked at myself Raven, totally gobsmacked at the sexy woman I had
become.
Lucy popped into the bathroom to get changed and then as I looked at
myself in the mirror I saw another french maid appear behind me.
"Come on Raven, let's go and join the girls."
I turned to Lucy and kissed her.
My first french kiss as a boy or girl and I was dressed as a French Maid.
I was a man or woman in love. I wasn't sure which right now but "lesbian"
seemed to be the only word I was comfortable with.
Next I apologised for messing up both our lipstick painted lips.
"Don't fret, Raven, the kissed off look is one of the latest fashions,
don't you read Marie Claire? Here, I bought you a handbag. Put your
cigarettes, lighter, keys and wallet in it."
I picked up my handbag and walked with Lucy to the Student's Union.
"Ladies," said the bouncers opening the doors for us.
I didn't try to correct them.
I wasn't sure I could. I had virtually become a woman now.
I was in the Student Union now, I had become one of the girls. I was
beginning my 19th year dressed as a French Maid with a Malibu cocktail in
one hand and a cigarette, with my own lipstick mark on the filter this
time.
Lucy grabbed my arse under my dress. She played with the elastic of my
suspender straps pinging them against my legs. She inserted a vibrator
between my butt cheeks.
I realised this was what it was as she pressed a button for the remote
control of it which she held in her hand.
"Now it's your birthday Raven, it's my turn to tell you that you have a
smoking hot body, babe," Lucy said.
I blushed, embarrassed by the compliment and what was going on in my
panties.
"I suppose this is the first birthday you have celebrated as a girl," said
Lucy's friend Tracey.
I looked at the nail polish on my fingers as I lit myself a cigarette.
The vibrations had stopped.
"I'm in no hurry to go back to being a boy again," I replied.
"You don't look bad for a boy. You even almost look like a girl but you
have got to learn to stop man spreading!" Lucy said. "You need to learn
to accept yourself as the Malibu drinking cigarette smoking bimbo you
really are and stop trying to cling on to your masculinity. That ship has
gone. You're a woman now."
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