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Nail Clippers or Nail Polish
By: Ms. Jenny Ann
Based on a memory of the choice I was given, I chose nail clippers.
First, I should tell you about myself. I was 5' 4", 120 lbs. and my
brown hair was down to my waist I had been growing it sense the start of
10th grade. As my hair grew more and more people would think I was a
girl, at first, I would get mad. However, I soon realized they were not
trying to be mean or rude it was understandable mistake. I was 16 yrs.
old just before the start of the 10th grade and I had been cross-
dressing for 3 yrs. whenever I could. Maybe I thought that people knew
and that's way they thought I looked like a girl or I just did not seem
to be a boy.
I met Jane when I was 19 yrs. old, she was 15 but told me she was 16,
her birthday was 2 weeks after we met, I guess she thought it would be
cool to tell her friends her boyfriend was 19. I did take my time and
did not push myself on her, I felt it would be best to wait, we had
been dating for 4 weeks when she wanted to, I am glad I waited she was
legal having met the state's age of consent.
I tried not to dress-up and even when I did I would not go all out with
my prep, I would wear jeans, so I would not have to shave my legs. For
a while I really did not have to the opportunity to go all out like I
really wanted to, having my big brother as a roommate when that ended, I
had to move in with dad and step-mom and two kids, like I said no real
chances plus I really liked Jane. I ended up being roommates with my
best friend from high school Scott. He even gave me the bedroom he
said, "When Jane comes over this room would be for you as I don't have
but the one set of sheets for the bed."
I said, "Thanks!"
"That's what friends do, "he replied.
2 and ? years of pent-up need to dress-up, the desire for the feel
smooth legs going my lacy red panties and matching bra (water balloons
to fill up the cups) size 34-B, the silkiness of pantyhose as it would
brush against my black rose print dress that buttoned up the front and
pair of closed toe 3" pumps they were tan, I wished that were black but,
at least they made my ass wiggle and my fake boobs bounce. Topping this
off with base make-up, power, eye shadow, mascara, eye liner, brow
pencil, blush and wine-colored lip stick to match my nails. Having
never had any help learning how to do make-up I had not learned under
eye liner or lip liner. The first week of fall, I could not stand it any
longer stop from thinking about the girl in the mirror she was calling
to me whenever I used a restroom and looked I would have a fantasy as I
would see her looking at me all sexy and asking me, "Don't you want me
anymore? I need you so much, come play with me." And then she would be
gone with my stimulation growing my cock would start to grow. I needed
her to come out and play.
Friday night after I dropped Jane off, I went home play with the girl in
the mirror I had to her was calling to me I could no longer deny her
access to my body. I went to the bathroom and shaved face, underarms
and legs, back to the bedroom almost at a run. Placing my arms into the
straps of my lacy red bra inserted my fake tits pulled the pantyhose up
my now smooth legs my cock growing harder with passing second my
pleasure getting more intense as I put my dress and heels on I felt the
pressure growing each step my thighs pressing against my hard cock the
positive stimulus proved to great I was coming filling my panties warm
and hot semen spurting more with each step my sexual climax so profound
my knees were giving way to keep myself from falling I had to put my
arms out and on to the dresser. Me cum was overflowing the tight
confines of my panties and running down my pantyhose.
I was upset that I did not last long enough to put my make-up on I could
not stand the wet mess in my panties, so I took off my dress, heels and
bra grabbed a bath robe and hoped Scott was in bed and would not see my
shaved legs while wearing pantyhose reaching the bathroom I took both
off washed them and myself and returned to hang them up in the closet
and went to bed
I got up around 8am had a cup of coffee and went to call Jane. I asked
her, "What would you like to do?"
She said, "It is really warm, and I want to start on my tan, so let's go
to the beach and lay out."
"OK, I'll pick you up in 30 minutes see you then," I said. We hung up
and I thought I'm in deep shit I can't lay out in shorts she will see my
shaved legs. If I don't bring any trunks to change into I will be fine.
I picked Jane up and on our way to the beach I said, "I don't have any
trunks, I think I lost them last year."
She said, "You can take off your t-shirt and work on tanning your top."
"Yeah, I guess I can do that," I said.
We got to the beach and spread out the blanket Jane took her sun dress
off she looked good in the 2-piece set she had on. She asked me, "Rub
some lotion on her." When I was done she asked, "If I wanted some on
me?"
I took off my t-shirt and laid on my back, however when I turned to lay
on my front I placed my arms bent at the elbows and Jane cried out, "You
shaved your underarms," she pulled up one of legs to my jeans, "and you
shaved your legs. Let's go take me home."
Embarrassed and to stunned we were both quiet on the way to the car. I
found myself crying as I tried to explain about my cross-dressing I
said, "I have been dressing up as a girl on and off for the last 6 yrs.
I try to stop and for a while I can until I feel the need to do it. I'm
so sorry, you must think I'm a freak or worse." I had to pull over as
my tears made it hard to drive.
We sat there for quite so time when she finally spoke, "I had heard
something about you but, I did not see anything, so I thought that they
were wrong. I guess I was wrong for not listening to them. We can try
to date and go out and even have sex, but I really don't want to see you
dressed as a woman and would not have sex with you if you were dressed
as I am not into that."
I said, "I will try not to dress and if fail I will let you know so you
can make plans with your friends, so you won't have to see me dressed as
a woman." We remained silent as I took her home.
As she got out of my car Jane said, "Don't call until after 3pm. I have
church then lunch with my family."
I left driving straight home it was still early around 4pm. 23 hrs.
until I had to call Jane I briefly entertained the idea of dress-up.
NO, I told Jane I would try to stop I went to bed early and cried myself
to sleep. I almost lost Jane today I knew I would lose her one day for
good but today was not that day. Rather it was the loss of the sexual
delight that cross-dressing gave me that was why I cried myself to
sleep.
I got up out of bed did the normal stuff bathroom then coffee and went
to call Jane I hoped she would want to see me. I called Jane and
inquired as to her plans, she told me to meet her at her friend Lisa's
house her mom would drop her there.
Jane was there and waiting with Lisa at the kitchen table. Lisa said,
"Jane and I feel that your finger nails are too long for a man and are
more like a woman's nails. So, if you want to have your nails long like
a woman you need to start wearing nail polish like a woman or cut them
off." She pointed to the 2 bottles of nail polish pink and yellow or
the nail clippers.
I sat there looking at the choice before me thinking Jane is testing me,
if I choose to wear nail polish like a woman it would show her I had no
plans to stop cross-dressing. I knew I had no choice I grabbed the nail
clippers and cut the nails I had spent 3 months growing. To this day I
keep thinking how much I would have changed if I had chosen the pink
nail polish.
(Author's note: This a part of 'My Life' and some readers may ask did
it happen, and the sad truth is it did happen, I started this story
before the story that has parts as chapters. The next chapter will be
#5 and covers High School and summer 1971-1972. Almost done with it, 7
weeks of summer left to highlight, hope to wrap it up soon. Chapter 6
will be started when I finish #5, and will cover High School and summer
1972-1973, the short story you have just read, takes place last week of
spring 1974.
Ms. Jenny Ann
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