Danny to Danielle
- 2 years ago
- 14
- 0
Danny 2 Danielle Part XIII free porn video
Danny 2 Danielle Part XIII -Dani hangs out with her new friends, who seem
ready to accept our young heroine as 'just one of the girls'.
We arrive at my house, I yell out "thanks" and once again the Red Tornado
takes off seconds after my feet hit the curb. I'm home, in one piece.
How the heck did that happen?
Once inside, it feels strange. Before today, I had immediately run
upstairs to change into my girl clothes, but I am already wearing my girl
clothes! It feels like.....victory. I look at myself in the hall mirror
and smile. Oh wait my hair and my make up need serious work. I fly to
the bathroom. Being a girl is constant maintenance.
Just as I settle in to start studying for finals when the phone rings.
Will it be a prank call? I hope not. It's Denise. "Hey Danny, we heard
what happened after school, at least part of it, can we come over? Betty
and Diane what to come also."
"Sure, I can have friends over." Denise confirms my address. I rush to
the bathroom and very carefully inspect my makeup. It needs to be
perfect. I return to my studying, but I am nervous about my guests. I
am having trust issues. They've been really.....accepting.....I know
that. The doorbell rings and the three girls are at my front door. They
are smiling. I smile back. I welcome them in, and offer them sodas.
The girls are impressed that we have both TaB and Diet Coke in this house
hold. I play hostess and return with the requested sodas. We
immediately dive into the events after school.
I start my story with what happened to me right after art club.
Diane says, "wow Icky Nicky was actually nice to you?"
"His inner bully and his inner human being were definitely struggling
with each other," I respond.
"The struggle is real girls," says Diane.
The girls were really impressed with howTad, Ivan and the teachers saved
the day when those creeps from Saint Albans showed up.
"Wow, Nick was going to take on those boys to protect you?" says a
surprised Denise.
"Yeah he was really cool," I say.
"Too bad you didn't get to mace those assholes," says Diane.
"Yeah you were really brave too Danny," says Denise.
"Guys if it's okay, you can call me Danielle or if it's Danny, can we
pretend that it's with an 'I' at the end," I say very shyly.
"Sure Danielle," says Betty.
"Of course Dan-iiiiiiiii," says Denise, stressing the ending.
"Thanks, I....."
"You don't have to explain Dani, we get how you feel about things," says
Denise.
I smile and nod. I get choked up. I want to be accepted so badly.
"I feel badly for Icky Nicky though, he did the right thing for once,"
says Diane, "and now he's probably going to get teased by the boys."
"Yeah the boys and some of girls will tease him and say that he's a queer
and that you are his girlfriend," says Betty pointing at me.
"Boyfriend? No thank you. Nicky is truly Icky. Great nickname Diane."
"Well we can help," says Denise. "I'll have Rhonda call Lisa and have
her tell Lisa how brave Nick was in facing down those older boys." "Who
here is closest too Becky?"
No one puts up her hand.
"Becky is the biggest gossip. I'll do it. I'll call her about a school
assignment and then I'll bring up the parking lot incident and talk up
Nicholas being brave. Let's use her gossiping for good."
I realize how sneaky girls are, they are planning ahead. I love it. We
should definitely help Nick.
"So if you don't like Nick, is there someone at school that you do like?"
asks Betty with a big smile.
I immediately turn red. "I don't know....this is all very new for
me...."
"There's probably someone? There always is."
I put my face in my hands and shake my head.
Diane rescues me. "It's slim pickings at this school girls."
"That's for sure," says Denise.
The Red Tornado arrives and Donny comes into the house. He is wearing
his sweats and they are truly sweaty. Clearly, he made it to hockey
practice. Donny smiles when he sees me hanging out with my new friends.
"Ladies," he says as he heads up the stairs to take a shower.
"When did your brother get so cute, Danielle?" says Betty.
"Total stud," says Denise.
"He's okay," says Diane very dryly.
"He's just my dorky brother."
"I heard about his fight at school, he beat up like five kids," says
Betty.
I set the record straight, but three against one, still super impressive.
"Our dad is from Toronto and obsessed with hockey. He played in college
at University of Toronto. Anyhow, his love of hockey was definitely
passed down to the Donster. His other son, namely me, appears to be
going in an entirely different direction." I wave at myself and tug on my
skirt.
The girls giggle.
"Anyhow, Donny skates in a lot of tournaments and the kids from Upstate
New York are all built like Mack trucks and want to scrap with the kids
from the civilized part of the state. Donny is in great shape, and he is
super fast on ice, but he hit his growth spurt late and the goons from up
North used to really push him around, and Donny got his ass kicked a
couple times in those fights that break out at hockey games. Dad decided
to take the Donster to get boxing lessons at some smelly boxing gym in
Yonkers. It was straight out of a Rocky movie, with the old grizzled
trainers called kid that and kid so and so. Anyhow the Donster learned
to box and even did some golden gloves. He was able to hold his own
against some of those meatheads from Rochester and Buffalo; and they left
him alone."
"Cool," says Diane.
"Sounds like those jerks that tried to bully him today learned a lesson,
the Donster can fight," I say with a grin.
"Battlin' Blau," says Denise.
"He's the brawn, and clearly I'm the beauty."
The girls giggle.
Donny heads down, I think he heard the last part, he's smiling pretty
hard. "I'm going to see Joan, I'll be back in a bit. Heard anything
from mom?"
"Not yet Donster." Donny heads to his car.
"So are you going to continue wearing dresses?" asks Denise.
"Unless the school makes me stop, but Mom really took on the principal
today, she was super."
"The principal is kind of a jerk, I hear the teachers complaining about
him, all the time," says Betty.
"So the new you?" says Diane.
"Yes, I may get my ass kicked, but I can't go back. I just can't......"
I start to cry. 'Damn it...stop crying!' I yell at myself, "these girls
barely know you."
They all smile at me. "I'm sorry, it's just....just hard sometimes....to
be so different...." I say.
"Hey we all feel that way sometimes," says Diane.
"Thanks.... I really appreciate it."
"Sooooo, what are you going to wear tomorrow?" asks Betty.
"I don't know. Maybe my sisters can help me find something cute," I say
with a big smile.
We head upstairs and I lay out my small collection of dresses. The girls
rifle through them and hold their favorites up to me and make lots of
suggestions. Honestly, I love every second of it. I am a sponge and I
am reveling in my girl time. After much discussion, we decide, okay they
decide, I'm just here for the ride, on my navy pinstripe, sleeveless A
line swing dress. It has a square neckline with a sailor collar. Mom
found it in a thrift store in nearby Dobb's Ferry.
"You should try it on," says Denise.
"Uhm okay...." I hesitate for a second.
"You're not shy are you," says Diane.
"No...it's just if you are okay....then ...." I am over thinking this.
I unbuckle my jumper and remove my dress and my blouse. "I like your
panties says Betty."
"Thanks I am very particular about my undies." I slip on my dress for
tomorrow. The girls help straighten it.
"Very chic and very retro," says Betty.
"You'll be the prettiest girl at school, tomorrow," says Diane.
"Guys, stop. It's very nice of you to say."
"Who do the guys think is the most pretty at school?" asks Denise.
"Uighh, as an ex-guy I can tell you, unfortunately it's probably Becky or
Halston."
"Boys, god they suck. Becky is a total bitch and Halston is stuck up and
dumb as a rock," says Diane.
"Yeah, but they got the......" Denise holds her hands out from her chest.
Betty says "tits."
"Well if you haven't noticed girls, I'm a tad flat chested," I say with a
smile.
They laugh. 'Of course if I can get my hands on some hormones, then who
knows?' I think to myself. I save that discussion for some other time,
since I don't know if I am going to get them.
"They flirt with the boys and trust me the boys are just tad
superficial," I says.
"We've noticed," says Betty with a groan.
"Boys are the worst," says Diane.
"I've got to get going," says Denise.
"Me two," says Betty.
I walk down with my girlfriends. I can call them that I guess. "Thank
you for coming by and thank you for treating me...like a girl."
"We had fun, and of course we would treat you like a girl, you are a
girl, silly," says Diane.
"Thanks...I mean thanks." The girls take off. As soon as the door shuts
I start crying. Not tears of sadness, but happy tears. I sit on the
couch and I have a good long cry. I head to the bathroom, afterwards and
fix my makeup. Being a girl is a lot of work.
I head to the bathroom, afterwards and fix my makeup. Being a girl is a
lot of work. I change into one of my house dresses and go back to
studying. At five, I start dinner. I make a most of the meals now.
Actually, I really like to cook. It relaxes me, and mommy or the Donster
has to do the dishes, and I hate doing the dishes.
Anastasia
- 01.03.2023
- 8
- 0
