Cover Girl

by Jennifer White

 

Like most boys of his age, Andy was fascinated by girls. But he was still young and awkward, so dating was pretty much out of the question for him still. He stared longingly at the girls in school, but he was too afraid to approach them.

But his yearnings and desires had grown steadily stronger as his hormones kicked in. So like countless young men have done before, he would get ahold of a dirty magazine, with pictures of beautiful naked women, and he would pleasure himself until he climaxed.

Soon, he was doing it nightly, sometimes twice a day. He had no real sex life, but in his imagination, he scored with beautiful women all of the time.

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Andy got ahold of a new copy of Hot Babes magazine, through a friend's brother, who bought it for him at a convenience store. Andy gave him $4.95 for the magazine, and enough money to buy himself a large bottle of beer as a way of saying thanks. Magazine in hand, Andy ran home to look at the pictures of new and different girls, and to let his imagination run wild.

In this issue, there was a story with three hot blond babes at a beach. They were around a fire, wearing only their bikinis. As he turned the pages, they wore progressively less and less clothes.

Andy laid on his back, worked himself with his right hand, and kept the magazine above him with his left hand. He imagined that he was with them on the beach. He stared at the naked breasts of one of the girls, covered with sweat, glistening in the firelight.

He moved the magazine closer and closer, so it looked like he was getting nearer and nearer to her. He imagined that he could feel the warmth of the file, and hear the roar of the surf. He imagined that he was about to touch her warm body.

Andy was very near climaxing, when something strange happened. He took a breath, and he could smell something. Fire! He actually smelled burning wood. There was a rushing sound too. The ocean! He could really hear the ocean.

He pushed the magazine back a bit, and the sensations faded. He pulled it nearer, and the reappeared. Wow! What was going on? He must be dreaming, he decided. But if this was a dream, he was going to take full advantage of it. He moved the magazine closer to him.

Now Andy could hear the giggles of the girls themselves! He could hear their sexy seductive voices calling to him. This was so exciting! The magazine was now only millimeters away from him. He moved it closer, and it touched him on his nose.

But instead of stopping, he magazine kept moving forward! Andy could feel himself going through it, and into it! He was being sucked in. It was like watching a ball being dropped from atop a hill. At first, it barely moved. But as gravity worked on it, the ball would pick up speed, until it was moving faster and faster, unable to stop.

In the same way, once he got started into the magazine, he found himself unable to resist its pull. Faster and faster, he was being sucked into it. Until he stood there, blinking, not believing what he was seeing.

He was with two of the naked babes, who were touching each other, giggling and laughing.

"What's the matter?" said the one on the left. "Don't you want to join in with us?"

"Yeah" said the one on the right. "Don't you want to touch me?"

Of course, this was too much temptation for Andy, who reached out and put his hands on the girls. He was touching a girl! His left hand touched the breast of the one girl, while his right was on the butt of the other one.

"That's better" said the girl on the left, who put her hand on Andy's butt. Andy was a little startled to feel her skin on his skin. He was naked! How had that happened?

The other girl ran her fingernails down Andy's back, which caused a wave of shivers and pleasure.

The second girl reached over and kissed Andy. He was surprised at the warmth he felt from her lips, and the wetness. He had never kissed a girl on the lips before, so the sensation was almost overwhelming.

"Oh, I want you" said the first girl. Andy could not believe the enormous amount of pleasure he was feeling. And he hadn't even climaxed yet! This was *so* wonderful. It felt *so* good.

The second girl took her hand, and put it on Andy's face. Then she ran it down his chin, his neck, and his chest. It came to rest on Andy's nipple, causing a sensation he had never felt before.

The girl lowered her head, and put her mouth around Andy's nipple, sucking on it hard, and biting it lightly with her teeth. Wow! What a feeling! Andy looked down at her. And that's when he noticed them.

Breasts.

 

The girl was sucking on Andy's nipple, which was at the end of his huge breasts. How could he have breasts? How could those large *things* be on his chest? Pleasure turned to fear, and the newness of discovery turned to sheer panic. He felt a need to get away from here, to get away from these girls!

But before he could think to do something, the second girl got down on her knees in front of him. She took her tongue, and licked Andy along his crotch. Where his erect manhood should have been, there were only the 'lips' of his labia now. The girl's tongue penetrated him at the top, finding his clitoris.

A feeling swept over him, a magnitude higher than any wave of pleasure he had ever felt before. Any thoughts of running away vanished. Andy had to keep going with this. It felt unbelievably good!

The girl sucking on his tit started pinching his other nipple, and the pleasures he felt seemed to increase. The one with her tongue into the slit between his legs put her hands on his butt, and pulled herself tighter to him.

All of a sudden, Andy felt a surge of warmth go throughout his entire body. His eyes rolled back up into his head, and he found himself unable to even think, as his first female orgasm hit.

"Oohh!!!!" he shrieked.

The high pitch of his voice shocked him, but it didn't matter. Only this feeling did. He didn't want it to stop. Ever.

Andy had three big orgasms in the next ten minutes, and what seemed like a million little ones, causing him to shake all over.

"My turn" said the girl on her knees suddenly. She pointed to the ground. Andy kneeled down, and used his tongue on her, like she had done to him. She made him go until she felt too raw and sore, then the third girl had her turn.

When all three of them were done, they collapsed on the blanket by the fire. One of the girls was toying with Andy's breasts, while the other one ran her hands through his long, sandy hair. Andy relaxed and closed his eyes.

 

"Okay girls, that's a wrap" said a male voice.

Andy opened his eyes, and was horrified to see that it was a photographer talking. Oh no, he had done all those sex acts, and had been caught on film!

That brought back all his memories of how he had got there in the first place. The pleasure was so overwhelming that he had all but forgotten about his plight. But now he remembered. He was really a boy, and now he was in a sexy woman's body!

The other girls were putting on their bikinis, so Andy did too. He watched to see what they did, and imitated them. He was all in a panic. He had to get out of there, and get back home!

And that's when he saw it: something that didn't belong. Like a rip in space, there by the fire. That must have been where he got into this. Andy ran over to it, and tried to get his head into the crack. He could feel the crack starting to close, so he pushed harder. He had to get through, and get back home! He didn't want to be stuck here forever, as a girl!

It had to be some kind of portal, leading back where he came from. That must have been how he got here in the first place, through some kind of rip in the fabric of space-time. Through some portal that brought him to this place. He had to get home.

Andy pushed with all his might, and got his head through! He could see his room! It was working, he was getting home! He used all his strength to get a foothold, and push forward a few more inches. Now he was in up to his shoulders. If only he could get his arms through, and grab on to the bed. He was breathing hard now, covered with sweat. It took all his energy just to stay where he was, and not get sucked back in.

Somehow, he got his arm through, and grabbed onto the bedpost. He yelled, and pulled with all his might. He moved! Another pull, and he was through up to his waist! Then it became easy, and he slid the rest of the way out of the hole, and onto a pile on his bed.

Andy was on his back, holding the magazine. He looked at the pictures of two naked girls. A shiver when through him as he realized that he had just performed a sex act with them! He turned the page to see how far the photo spread went.

But something was very wrong. Because in the picture on the next page, the two girls were performing a sex act, but on a boy. Him! If the pictures in the magazine had him as a boy, instead of three girls, then that meant....

Andy screamed as he looked down and saw his body. He was still a girl. He got up and looked in the mirror. He had long sandy blond hair, a pretty face, and a gorgeous body. His big breasts were covered with a skimpy bikini top, which seemed about to burst at any second. Down below, he wore only a G-string bottom, showing off his beautiful legs, his curves, his soft feminine body.

Andy rushed back to the magazine. He had gone through the wrong portal, and was now in the wrong reality. One where he was a girl! No! He had to get back where he belonged! He got on his back on the bed, and took the magazine. He tried to get back into it, but nothing happened. After an hour of frustration, he broke down and started to cry.

 

"Come on Emalee" said a voice at the door. "You're going to be late."

Andy's mother came into the room, and shook her head.

"Young lady, why are you wearing a bikini? Its December for goodness sakes. I've told you that you're not going on spring break until you're 21. Now go put on your dress. Your Aunt Kara will be disappointed if you don't show up for her anniversary party.

"But mom..." started Andy.

"I've had it with you Emalee!" said his mother. "You've been such a drama queen lately, and I'm not going to put up with it today."

She went to the closet, and opened the door. Andy was shocked to see that it was full of skirts, dresses, and pretty clothes, instead of his T-shirts and stuff. Instead of his collection of baseball cards, there were dozens of pairs of girl's shoes.

"Now put this on, and lets get going" said his mother, who laid out a pretty skirt, blouse, and shoes. "Put on your new bra too dear."

She turned and left, leaving Andy to put on these new foreign clothes. Why was she calling him Emalee? Why did he have to wear clothes like these?

He put on the bra, panties, skirt and blouse. He looked in the mirror, and realized something: he needed makeup. Somehow he knew where it was, and applied the mascara, lipstick and blush just perfectly.

"Young lady, I told you we don't have all day. Grab your purse, and lets get going!" demanded his mother.

Andy slung his purse over his shoulder, gave himself one last glance in the mirror, and turned to go, in a swish of skirts. His high heels clicked on the floor as he walked gracefully in them, as if he had worn them his whole life.

"You are such a pretty girl Emalee" said his mother. "Your aunt will be very glad to see you at her party today."

She took Andy's hand, and they walked out the door to the car. Andy turned to look over his shoulder. It was his house they were leaving. This was his mother, and her car. Everything was the same as it should be, except one thing: he was a girl now.

He got in the car, knowing automatically to smooth out his skirt behind him as he sat down. As the car pulled out of the driveway, he reached in his purse and pulled out a bottle of nail polish. He did his nails as they drove, waving them to dry them faster.

"Don't do that" said his mother. "You need to let them dry evenly, on their own."

She was always telling him what to do! Like she knew everything, and he didn't. Mothers were so unfair sometimes. Why couldn't she just let Emalee be who she was, and quit butting in?

Emalee put on a second coat, and stared out he window. Something seemed strange to her. Something about a boy named Andy. A boy! When was she going to have a boyfriend of her own? If only her mother wasn't so protective of her. She longed to break free, and be on her own. It wasn't fair. Her mother treated her like a little child.

She would show her! She'd find a boy at school, and start dating him secretly. That would show her! Humph!

"I'm going to get a tattoo" said Emalee.

"Not while you live in my house you don't" said her mom. "When you move out on your own, you can have your tattoos and piercings. But not when you live under my roof. Do you understand me?"

"Yes mom" said Emalee, exasperated. Her mom was so unfair! All the other girls were getting tattoos and piercings. She was *so* unfair.

Suddenly, Andy's mind fought through the wall of feminine thoughts that had surrounded him. He had tapped into the well of these thoughts inadvertently as he had thought about makeup, and they had overwhelmed him completely. He had drowned in them, but now he had broken back to the surface.

"You're being awful quiet" said Andy's mother.

"I'm thinking" said Andy, in his still unfamiliar female voice. He was very confused. He was losing his male identity quickly, and starting to think of himself as a 'she'. But he didn't want to go through what he just did a moment before, being shut out from being able to even *think*. He had to find a way to remain in control.

But he needed to be able to get at the girlish thoughts and memories inside his head. How could he survive now if he didn't know how to be a girl? Until he was able to find a way to get back to being who he really was, he had to know what a girl knew.

So he carefully searched his memory, as he looked down at his shoes. They sure were pretty. They made his legs look so lovely. How soft and smooth his legs were. They were so pretty after he shaved them. And he loved how the skirt hung down over his legs. It felt so comfortable. And it was her favorite color. She preferred skirts to pants.

No! Thought Andy. He had almost slipped away again. Now he was very afraid. Just a little though could lead him down the path again, and who knows if he'd have the strength to fight his way back again?

He felt like he was a man on a raft, adrift in the middle of the sea. Nothing in sight but water everywhere, no hope of finding land. Trying his best to stay afloat, praying that no storms might push him further out, making him more and more lost.

All around him was complete total femininity. There was no way to avoid it. He had become a very sexy girl, and there was no getting past that. Everything he did, every movement, every word uttered...they all were drenched in femininity. How could he possibly survive? How could he keep from drowning?

It would be so easy to let go now, and just to let it wash over him. It was oh so tempting! All his problems would be gone, and the struggle would be over. It was a sweet siren song, which he tried his best to ignore. He would fight it! He would resist.

 

But then Andy made a fatal mistake. His hand mindlessly opened his purse, and pulled out the lipstick tube. He stared at it, and realized that his lips needed touching up. He looked in the lighted makeup mirror under the car visor, and fixed his lips.

As he watched his small delicate hand put the tube back where it belonged in the purse, with its fine thin fingers, the pretty ring, the finely manicured and painted nails...he saw something else that hit him hard, like a hammer conking him over the head: tampons.

In his purse, there were tampons. Even though Andy was a boy, he knew what they were, and what they were for. Seeing them in *his* purse made him realize something: "Those are for *me*".

They were for him, because he had a period every month. Memories of his monthly cycle flooded his mind, clouding his thoughts. And the tampons themselves; they were inserted up into the slit between his legs. The thing that defined him as a girl. The thing that made her who she was.

She was female. There was no doubt about it. She would have her period every month until she became an older woman, and went through menopause. Hopefully by then she'd be a mother, like she had always wished. She wanted two babies some day. Daughters like her, who she would raise.

When she was a mother, she would love and nurture her babies. She would teach them, and protect them. She looked up at her own mother, and realized something: her mother didn't hate her. She wasn't trying to keep her from being cool. She was just protecting her, trying to save her from herself, until she became old enough to know better.

Waves of love filled Emalee's heart, as she looked at her mother in this new light. Her mother was her hero.

"I love you mom" she said.

"I love you too Emalee" she replied.

Emalee squeezed her hand, and smiled. Her mother smiled back. Their rift had been healed, and today would be a good day after all. The drove on to the party together, talking about everything and nothing. Girl talk.

  

  

  

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