All For The Love of Becoming a Girl

by Robyn Smith

 

Daphne had made plans that did not include the two of us climbing into her bed, or even remaining in her bedroom, or anything else that I had thought to be obvious. I quickly discovered that she was as much caught up in this thing as I was.

We were both having the time of our lives and loving every minute of this impromptu series of events. We were openly allowing our relationship to evolve into something even more special, and more precious, than anything either of us had encountered in our lives. From the looks of it, she was planning to take things much further. She was, obviously, planning on both of us finally getting the much-wanted sisters we never had. I had been chosen to become that sister to her and I had allowed her to become mine.

We were becoming more that just 'Best Friends' or 'Lovers', we were, in fact, in the process of actually becoming "Sisters". Even though both of us came from very close knit families, we were also both coming from lives of loneliness, emptiness and even a touch of despair. Together, we were going to play catch up, and erase that part of our past.

She went on to take everything out of my pants pocket and dump all of it into a purse. She then returned to the closet, removed something else then walked back over to me and handed me a shoulder wrap. After helping me figure out just how the shoulder wrap was worn, she said, "Now, Sis, we are ready to go to the drive-in." I couldn't believe that last comment, I was still reeling from this evening's series of events, trying to get used to hearing her call me "Sis", and meaning it, in a truly loving manner. Had I also heard her say we were actually going out?

She very carefully refolded and stacked all of my original boy clothes on the chair I had originally put them on, assuring me that I wouldn't be needing, or wanting them for a while. She laughed and said that, I looked so much like the sister she had always wanted that now she wanted to keep me in these new clothes forever. She said that she didn't really want me going back to those old rags I used to wear.

With that, she handed me the purse she had dumped my things into. She checked my shoulder wrap, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, then opened the bedroom door and literally pushed me out into the hallway, in plain view of her cousin, Terri, pulling the door completely closed behind me, all in one smooth stroke. The closed door prevented me from going back in without making a lot of noise, and bringing a lot of attention, that I didn't really want at that particular time. Just then I heard her lock the door.

I knew that the more I moved around, and the more noise I made, the greater my chances were of getting caught by Terri and her boyfriend. I was so embarrassed at the mere thought of Terri seeing me like this, that I tried my best to melt into the woodwork. I soon found that I didn't need to worry too much.

I turned and saw that things had progressed with Terri and her boyfriend, to the point that they were now both completely nude and rolling around, on the living room floor, right in front of the picture window. I couldn't see for sure how far along they were, because the living room lights were out and their heads were pointed in my direction, but it didn't really matter too much at that point. Regardless of what their current situation was, Terri was undoubtedly still way too involved with her boyfriend to pay any real attention to what was happening between Daphne and I.

At one point Terri's head did come up off the carpet and turned in my direction. I almost panicked when I saw that her eyes were wide open. I thought I detected a smile on her face but, at second glance, in the beam of light coming from outside the open window curtains, her eyes looked to be almost completely glazed over. I knew then, that her boyfriend was succeeding in his efforts to please her, in much the same way I so desperately wanted to please my new Sister, Daphne.

Daphne had stayed in the bedroom while telling me, through the closed door, that she would meet me in the car. I figured that she needed a minute or so to make sure she had all my clothes together, in order to bring them with us. I just wished that she hadn't yelled it loud enough for my mother to hear, clear over on the other side of town. It's interesting to notice how even a whisper can take on the thunderous roar of a hurricane, especially when you are trying so desperately to keep quiet. I quickly walked out the front door and got into the car before any of the neighbors saw me. Scared half to death, I quickly walked out the front door and headed directly for my car. As I did, I glanced down the street and saw a young couple out in the front yard of their house, playing with their children. I found myself blushing, as the prospect of being caught like this raced through my numbed mind.

It still hadn't totally registered in my mind, that I could now pass very well as a girl, and at first glance, any of the neighbors that did see me, would think they were watching Daphne instead. That realization came over the next half-hour or so. Even with that, I was having a hard time believing how sexy it felt to have a cool summer breeze blowing up my dress. A few minutes later, Daphne came out and got into the car beside me.

As Daphne was closing her door, she commented that Terri had taken time away from her activities to send me a message. With a sly smile of her face, Daphne went on to say that Terri had mentioned to her, "Allen, Ellen, or whatever SHE wants to be called, looked very pretty when she left." Terri had also said that she was sorry that I had run out so quickly. When I asked about her reactions to Terri's comments, Daphne said that she had simply told Terri that she now had the "sister" she had always wanted.

In other words, I had been caught, but even the outcome of that capture was taking a positive turn. Terri was obviously too busy with her boyfriend to make too many other noteworthy observations or many more comments, and her current state of undress also prevented her from following us to the car and check things out any further. Although Daphne's comments to her pretty well summed everything up that she would have wanted to check out.

I also noticed that Daphne was not carrying my clothes, as I had expected. I didn't mind though, either about Terri seeing me or the fact I had to go back in later for my clothes. I was more concerned about what Daphne had planned for us next. I knew that she would never intentionally do or say anything that would cause me to get hurt or publicly humiliated.

Besides, with the sex orgy we had both witnessed in the living room, we also had ammunition to blackmail Terri, and her boy friend, into silence, if we needed to later on. We simply drove away and decided to head to a drive-in restaurant, to get a soda, before going to the movie.

After leaving the restaurant, on the way to the movie, Daphne asked me to stop at one of the local grocery stores that we frequented. There she picked up two more six packs of soda and a bag of salted pretzels. We both loved pretzels a lot more than popcorn, but a lot less than the oral sex we normally got into, therefore we would normally make this stop on a regular basis and skip the restaurant. The pretzels we normally picked up were the straight "stick" type that were about half an inch in diameter and around three or four inches long. Daphne often joked, that these pretzels were just a bit smaller, and a lot saltier, than the big fat pretzel she intended to work on later, at the drive-in.

Even though I begged and pleaded with Daphne, asking her to let me wait in the car, she insisted I go into the store with her. Rather than sit in the parking lot arguing, and bringing some unwanted attention to ourselves, thereby increasing my chances of getting caught, I gave in and followed her inside the store.

I found it quite provocative, and interesting, to run around inside this store, where I was obviously known, with my girlfriend who was also well known, and with me dressed like a girl. What made it even more inspiring was having people react simply to two young ladies out shopping. There were a couple of movements I made that were typically male in nature, but Daphne quietly counseled me in one of the deserted isles, then we calmly continued our shopping. I was slightly embarrassed but, at the same time, found it quite invigorating and daring. I loved it, both the trip to the grocery store, and Daphne's latest comment about the pretzels, which she had also repeated once again.

The stop at the grocery had given me the courage and confidence to proceed to the drive in-movie. As we sat watching the movie, and enjoying each others skirts, or rather what was under them, we heard a few of the passers by, comment about "the lesbian lovers". These comments didn't phase us at all, we simply kept doing our thing. We were content to keep playing around, eating pretzels, and trying to satisfy each other.

I found that the additional material of our skirts offered not only a lot more freedom of movement, but also provided the added advantage of offering us even more concealment of what we were doing with, for and to each other.

Daphne ended up pulling off my girdle, and cutting a small access hole in the crotch panel of my pantyhose, with a small pair of scissors she pulled from her purse. This way, I could move around all I wanted, she could have all the unrestricted access she wanted, and I could still enjoy the feel of the clothing, all at the same time. As she cut the hole, she commented that the cost of a new pair of pantyhose was a small price to pay for all of the fun she was having. I was finally beginning to realize that I was hooked for life. There wasn't anything that would make me want to go back to the way it used to be.

Of course, all of the salt on the pretzels made us thirsty and we ended up going through most of the extra soda we had brought with us. About half way through the movie, all of this soda created another major problem. I had to pee.

Dressed like I was, there was no way I could just waltz into the men's room, hike up my dress, and do my thing. Daphne told me that I should just go ahead and use the ladies room, adding that I looked, and acted so natural, that no one would know any better, unless I slipped up and blew my cover. She said, "Look, All you have to do, Sis, is act like the Lady that you obviously are, and just remember that ladies don't pee standing up."

Naturally I was reluctant to go that route, and was ready to just leave the drive-in and find a gas station, or even a tree along side the road. Although I also knew deep down that I would not be able to hold it that long. I mentioned to Daphne that my condition was getting critical and that I was almost to the point of letting loose right there in my panties. I even suggested that maybe I should think about just using a couple of the empty soda bottles.

Daphne soon began making my use of the ladies room into a dare. She had a habit of doing that, whenever there was something that she wanted me to do that I didn't think I wanted to. She kept egging me on, until I finally agreed to go, but then - only if she would go with me. I needed the moral support. Even with the evening going as far as it had, I still couldn't bring myself to openly admit that I secretly wanted to make that trip, dressed like I was at that time, very much, and for more reasons than just physical relief. I wanted to show myself off to the whole world.

As I gladly got back into my girdle, Daphne made me look like a young lady again under my skirt, and we made our trip to the ladies room. As we approached the concession stand, I began getting cold feet and wanted to back out, then sadly found that I was able to gain even more relief than I had hoped for earlier. Outside of the two of us, the snack bar was deserted. About the only people around to see us, or more specifically me, were the concession stand workers, and they weren't paying all that much attention. Now I had no one around to show myself off to.

Towards the end of the movie, I had to go again. This time I knew that I could handle the restroom trip with no difficulty. I boldly elected to do this trip alone. Daphne once again got me back into the girdle and rearranged my lower body. I cheerfully grabbed my purse and began my trek to the ladies room at the concession stand.

As I sat in the stall, with my girdle, pantyhose and panties down to my knees, doing my thing, I heard something that scared the hell out of me. I heard the end of the movie. In no time flat, the restroom was packed with other women needing relief of their own.

I had to sit there listening to girls talking about their boyfriends, talking about having sex in both the front and back seats, talking about their periods interfering with their sex lives, talking about anything one could imagine, including the size of their respective boyfriend's tools. I even recognized a couple of the voices, from girls I knew quite well from school.

How was I going to survive this situation? A lot of things began running rampant in my head. I could visualize police and jail. I could visualize boy friends waiting just outside the door. I could visualize being caught by these other women, and having them refuse to allow me to leave wearing their clothes, stripping me down to my panties and tossing me out, almost - if not completely, naked.

I continued to sit there, trying to hide any indication of my male appendage from the view of anyone who might be peeking through the cracks around the edge of the stall door, waiting for the crowd to just go away. It was quickly becoming apparent that, women do in fact take longer than men, some of this time was obviously due to all of the extra articles of clothing we had to deal with, and part of it due to the tons of idle gossip that they seemed to enjoy. It was just as obvious that, the longer I sat there, the more impatient these other girls would be getting and the more suspicious. I decided to make my escape.

I finished my task, readjusted my clothes, then opened the stall door and began trying to make my way through this mass of female flesh, trying to get to the restroom door as quickly as possible. Just when did they move it over a hundred yards away from where I entered earlier? I did my best to keep from making eye contact with any of them, for fear that they would be able to see through my disguise and blow my cover. I was scared half to death about the prospect of what might happen if they did. I continued to visualize jail, I could also visualize getting beat to a pulp.

Fortunately, I only ran into three girls that I knew fairly well, from school. It was a relief to see that, they didn't recognize me, in the ladies room, dressed and made up like I was. One began giving me dirty looks, like "I should know you, but I can't place you." I made it past her before she could say anything, or put everything together, making damned sure that I didn't say a word to blow my cover.

I didn't even take the time to stop and fix my hair and makeup. I just wanted out of there before I got caught. As I look back on that adventure, leaving the ladies room like I did was probably more cause for suspicion than if I had taken the time to fix my appearance, acted snobbish and just ignored them.

As I returned to my car, Daphne just smiled and asked me if I had fun. I had never in my life been more embarrassed, more scared, or more turned on, than I had on that short trip to take a leak. I was also beginning to wish I could try it once again before we left, but decided that I might be pushing my luck if I did.

I spent the next few minutes relating the details of this latest adventure to Daphne, when I noticed that she seemed to thrive on hearing about me facing and overcoming dangers like these. As I was expressing these details, Daphne began calmly touching up my makeup and hairdo.

As we sat talking and getting to the point of baring our souls to each other, I began to realize for the first time, that I truly needed this relationship to evolve into something even more special and meaningful. All night, I found myself developing a need to create something enduring and more permanent. I needed something that would allow this night, and all of it's memories, to continue on forever.

Keeping in mind that all of our sexual contact thus far had still been limited to oral and manual stimulation, I made one of the biggest decisions of my life. I looked Daphne straight in the eyes and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. As we broke from that embrace, I told her right up front that I wanted to try, that night, to make a baby with her. Not just have sex, but actually get pregnant. She smiled and said that she wanted that too, very much.

She admitted that she had wanted that for some time now but had been reluctant to bring it up, saying that she feared I might interpret it as an attempt to rush me into marriage. She then added that the idea of getting pregnant, was one of the reasons why she had done everything she had tonight, so that I would hopefully take the hint. Being the immature teenagers we were, we neglected to even discuss anything at all about marriage, beyond Daphne's one comment, or how the child would be raised. We decided to go back to her bedroom, and start our family as soon as we got there.

We left the drive-in and drove back to her house, both of us admitting during that drive, that it was a shame that I had to change back to being a boy again. I tearfully admitted that I hadn't wanted to be a boy in the first place. Now it appeared that Daphne would also prefer to have me remain as a sister/girlfriend too, as well as the father of her children. We made definite plans for a repeat of this date, only to a different location and a different activity. We decided that, with the babies we were planning on, we wouldn't have too many years to do this sort of 'Sister' thing.

We had agreed to go bowling, the next day or two, and then to a sit down restaurant for dinner. Before we could do that though, I had a bit more to learn and practice, especially with my voice. We both agreed that it was a lot of fun, and extremely sexy, to go out as sisters and girl friends rather than girl and boy friends. Daphne commented that she actually felt freer, more relaxed and more comfortable around me, as her girlfriend, than she ever had as a boy friend. She said she loved having a girlfriend, equipped like I was under my dress.

With that comment she also said that I could keep the dress and underclothes I was wearing, if I wanted. But, if I did, I would have to wear them for her on some of our other outings. She added that she expected me to think about changing at home, and picking her up already dressed like this sometime. At that point, she finally admitted that she had bought this particular dress, with the idea of finding some way to eventually get me into it. It had merely been the luck of the draw, that I had selected the right one tonight.

Daphne said that this evening was something that she too had been dreaming about for a very long time and felt that it was also something that I wanted, but was reluctant to tell her about. It turned out that she had become a mind reader when it came to our relationship. I never could do too good of a job trying to keep anything secret around her. I have never been able to identify exactly what she picked up on to reach this conclusion, but whatever it was, I'm sure glad she did.

We didn't want to take too much of a chance on her parents catching us either. We would both be skinned alive and grounded from here to eternity. We even began laughing about seeing the look on her Mom's face, if she ever realized that Daphne was dating either a boy in a dress, or a girl with special skills. We liked the, "specially skilled girl" idea much better. As we completed our plans for the next outing as girl friends, we turned onto her street and got another shock.

As we looked at her house, we saw her parent's car parked in their driveway. Pulling up in front of the house, we could see that they were sitting in the living room watching television. So much for the idea of me going into the house to change. With their living room looking out across the front yard and into their driveway, it also meant that there was no way on earth that Daphne could go in and bring my clothes back out to me either. Daphne's Mom might get a big kick out of seeing me like this but not her Dad.

Her Dad was ex-military, with extremely harsh viewpoints about "Being a man" and, "A woman's place is in the home". He did not allow any gray areas to even exist. There was Man and there was Woman, nothing else was even possible. With her Dad being the homophobic sexist he was, we both knew that if he ever caught wind of what had happened, he would either literally castrate me or kill me on the spot.

The only option left was for me to just go ahead and wear my new clothes home, then pick my other things later. We learned the next day that her parent's trip had been cut short because of car trouble. We didn't stop, we just drove by slowly and peeked in through the living room window.

I drove us off to a secluded area we knew, not too far from her house, and we spread out a blanket, under a weeping willow tree. There we did our best at making the baby that both of us wanted so much. The way things worked out for us, that attempt ended up being unsuccessful, we tried again on a few other loving occasions but apparently pregnancy was not in the cards for us.

With both of us sporting the radiant glow of our freshly lost virginity, I reluctantly drove back to her house, parking in front of the next door neighbor. Daphne helped me double check my makeup one last time, just in case I needed to stop on the way home for gas or something.

We did our goodnight liplock in the car and I finally got up the nerve to escort her at least halfway to her door. I didn't want to get too close to their living room window because of her parents. On my way home all I could think about was how I was going to explain any of this, let alone all of it, to my mother.

As things worked out, I did end up having to make a stop for gas, I had driven around enough, trying to figure things out, that I had run the tank almost empty. After an uneventful stop at an all night station, I reluctantly made the turn onto my street and got up the nerve to look at my house. That's when luck continued to shine on me.

I got home to find the house pitch black. That meant that my parents had gone to bed. And with my brother away at Air Force Basic Training, it also meant that all I had to do was to sneak quietly into my bedroom. When I walked in the back door, I simply took off my shoes and walked very gently to my room. The gentle swishing of my dress was barely noticeable.

I walked as quietly as I could, making sure to avoid all of the spots where the floor squeaked, I also noticed that my parent's bedroom door was slightly ajar when I went by, as usual. As my door closed, my mother called out to tell me good night. I was relieved to see that apparently the house was dark enough that she hadn't seen what I was wearing, and that I had been successful in my attempt to keep quiet. Mom was a light sleeper and would have awakened at the drop of a paper clip on the living room carpet.

Once in the safety of my own bedroom, I reluctantly stripped and hung my new dress in the back of my closet, then stashed the underwear. I then got into my robe, grabbed my pajamas and headed for the shower, to get rid of the make up. Up until that shower, it never occurred to me that nail polish doesn't just simply wash off with soap and water.

  

  

  

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