Dressing Fashionably:
A teenage experience

by MichelleCD

   

This is the first rewrite of my tale of my first experience with cross-dressing. any constructive suggestions should be sent to MichelleCD

I started CD'ing after a fashion show at my school. It began as an adventure and became a part of me. Little did I realize how this would affect me and those around me. The story begins with me simply wanting to be good at something.

As a way to raise money, one of the teachers suggested that the boys in the freshman class all dress up like girls. After some initial resistance, the boys agreed to do it. It was decided that the "fashion show" take place in about a month and would follow a basketball game where the female teachers had challenged the Junior High and Varsity girl's team. The show would be held in the auditorium and entrants would model fashions, swimwear, and sleepwear of their choice. As I sat listening, I told myself that I would able to pull this off, or at least I thought I could. Walking home after school, I began to formulate my plans. Being in a brace during grade school, I had not developed like my classmates. I also was late with puberty and had very little facial and body hair. To put it simply, I was built like a girl without breasts.

I decided that I would ask Debra to help me with my transformation. She was a girl in my class who was, I judged, about the same size as me and always wore cute clothes. We were good friends and I secretly had a crush on her, but I'd never told her. I thought that she would be discreet and help me. I got up the courage and asked her if had she anything I could wear for the fashion show. At first, she acted like I was kidding. She cracked a smile and even quipped, "So you want to get into my panties. You didn't think I saw you looking up my dress, did you?"

When she saw the serious look on my face, she knew that I was serious about the subject. She paused a minute and showed me to her closet. "Pick what you dare," she told me. I thumbed through her closet and found a white vinyl miniskirt with a matching vest and pink blouse. "Here, try these on and see how they fit," she said.

I looked at her. "Where can I change?" I asked.

"Are you wearing boxers or briefs?"

"Briefs."

Quickly, she handed me a pair of her underwear, nylon bikinis worn but clean. She continued to rummage through her closet and found a pair of white go-go boots and a floppy hat.

She pointed to the bathroom and stood holding her clothing, "Well I don't have all day." So I headed toward the bathroom and began my first transformation. A knock on the door startled me and she spoke through the door, "Oh, by the way, you forget these." She handed me a pair of hot-pink fishnet pantyhose and a slightly worn bra. "Can't do without these."

I took them, closed the door, removed my clothes and carefully put on the outfit she had constructed. After finishing dressing and stuffing the rolled stocks inside the bra, I knocked lightly on the door to make sure the coast was clear. I carefully walked out of the bathroom. The expression on her face was memorable as looked upon her transformation; gone was the gawking, wimpy looking freshman. "You make one cute chick," she said as she looked at me. "We've got to show you to Cindy. She's my cousin and our age, but first I need to add some finishing touches."

Carefully, she made up my face, eyes, and mouth with hot-pink lipstick. I looked in the mirror at the best imitation of a 14 year-old girl, someone who could have passed for a real teenage girl. She called Cindy and told her to come over and help her study, then hung up the phone. Debra made me answer the door when she was sure it was Cindy. When I opened the door, she entered, walked over and sat down on the sofa in the living room. "Who is the cute chick with short hair? She looks vaguely familiar," Cindy asked.

"Kay, come over here for a moment. I want to introduce you to someone," ordered Debra. I looked at her and glanced around nervously. "Come here, Kay. It's OK."

Slowly, I rose, still not too steady with the heeled go-go boots and trying not to be so conspicuous. "Introduce yourself to Cindy," she said.

"Hi, Cindy," I said softly.

"I don't believe it; this can't be," Cindy remarked as she removed the floppy hat. "You look incredible. I would never have guessed."

"Cindy, we have two problems left," Debra said. "The first is swimwear; I don't have anything that would look cute that I can't still wear, some sort of baby doll and a way to show boobs underneath it. Finally, we need a long blonde wig."

Cindy, intrigued by the thought, suggested a tie-dyed two piece, trendy but still not over-revealing. She also had a baby doll made from nylon and balloons, which could be inflated, for the boobs. That covered everything but the wig. "I think my mom has one," Cindy said, "but how do we convince her to let us use it?"

Debra decided that she would approach Cindy's mother with the dilemma. She went with Cindy to get her mother and, to my surprise, the next thing I knew she was coming through the door with the wig. Cindy trailed behind her carrying a beach hat and swimsuit with matching cover-up. Behind her was Debra, clutching the hot-pink baby doll with matching panties and pink furry slippers.

"Well, so this is the project," Cindy's mother exclaimed. "You girls amaze me; quite an expert makeup job. Let's try on this wig and glasses." With that, she adeptly fitted the wig and carefully brushed it. "There now, let's have a look."

I looked in the mirror, amazed at what I saw. Looking back at me was a well-dressed 14 year-old female, at least what appeared to be one, with shoulder length blonde tresses and bangs. Cindy's mom looked at my reflection and said, "Hey, if you ever need a job, the restaurant I work in would hire you in a minute." She turned to Cindy and Debra. "Girls, we'll figure out the rest of the outfits later. Let's go for a coke at the Dairy Queen."

I looked at the three of them and shook my head. Debra pleaded, "Please, Kay, come on just this once. You need to get used to being looked at. Nobody will recognize you in the car and if they say anything, simply smile and blush. They'll think you're shy."

We drove to the local hangout at the county seat and pulled up. Debra and Cindy headed for the window to order the soft drinks. After bringing them back, Cindy handed her mother a drink and climbed into the back seat where I was sitting. "Here, drink this and relax. And sit more erect and ladylike." A car pulled up noisily beside us. I recognized the boy in the driver's seat, but didn't remember his name.

Peeking through the sunglasses, I noticed that he was looking me over. I dipped my head and smiled. "Who is the cute chick, Debra," he asked. "I don't remember seeing her before."

"Oh, that's Kay, Cindy's cousin on her dad's side."

"Well, tell miss shy hi for me, ok?" he said. With that, the motor in his car roared to life and he spun away, seeking the approval of his newly found possible conquest. I just chuckled to myself and began giggling.

"Girls, better get him home and changed; he's even starting to sound like us," Cindy's mother retorted.

When we returned to Debra's, the girls decided that it was time for me to model the rest of the outfits I was going to wear in the fashion show. I carefully removed the hat, then the wig and the boots. I next took off my blouse and skirt and slid my underwear to my ankles and onto the floor. I picked up the two-piece swimsuit top, put my arms through the straps of the top of bikini, stepped into the bottoms and slide them slowly over my hips, entranced by the feeling. About that time Deborah knocked on the door and handed me a pair of baggies filled with old stockings, which I placed on the cups of the swimsuit top. Carefully, I managed to redo my makeup. I slipped the matching cover-up over my head.

I reached for the blonde wig, adjusted it until it looked just right and brushed it until its blonde locks draped over my shoulders. I picked up the matching floppy hat and fitted it carefully over the blonde hair until it looked just right. I then reached for the sunglasses and slid my feet into the thong flip-flops, ready to begin my inspection. Passing by the mirror, I looked at their creation and was amazed by what I saw. Looking back at me appeared to be a curvy and sexy 14 year-old teenage female.

I opened the bathroom door. As Debra approached me, her mouth was agape; she was momentarily unable to speak. When she finally could, she muttered and shook her head. "Cindy, I can't believe it. She, I mean, he, looks just like us." Cindy nodded in agreement as her eyes scanned me from head to toe.

Cindy bent over and whispered into Debra's ear, "Now, the final test," and both nodded in agreement. Then they disappeared into Debra's room and reappeared wearing suits from Debra's wardrobe. Debra returned with loungers for the three of us. "We three need to get some sun before fall arrives," said Cindy.

They lead and I followed, carrying my chair to the side of the house.

"Don't speak if anyone comes by. You're my cousin visiting for the weekend and you have laryngitis," warned Cindy.

It wasn't long until a couple of boys from the classes ahead of us stopped to chat after seeing us catching rays. Mark complemented me on my suit and asked where I was from. Debra told him that I was from out of town and could not talk because I had strained by voice cheering for my football team last night. She added that my parents weren't letting me date yet and had left those instructions with Debra's parents. Mark and the other boy just smiled, got in their car and left.

After they left, Debra was the first to speak. "See what I mean? You don't look like yourself behind those glasses and wig. Someone you knew didn't recognize you." We chitchatted as we watched the clouds move lazily across the sky. Debra had brought a bottle of lotion and the three of us shared it. Finally, as late afternoon approached, we picked up the chairs and headed inside.

"Now, for sleepwear," Cindy said, handing me the hot-pink baby doll and telling me to change.

"What about these?" I asked, as I pointed to the nonexistent breast.

"Just a minute," said Debra. She returned with a light, lacy pink bra.

I removed the swimwear and noticed a distinct outline from the swimsuit top and bottoms. 'I won't be able to go without a shirt,' I thought to my self. I slipped on the bra and positioned my boobs. Next, I slipped on the baby doll nightgown and panties. Finally, I slipped the matching horseshoes on my feet. I re-positioned the wig and adjusted and repaired my makeup. Walking by the mirror, I checked out the reflection. 'You make one foxy chick,' I thought. I walked into hallway and headed towards Debra's room. Cindy and Debra had also changed and the three of us looked like candidates for a slumber party.

"This is just too real," Cindy said. "You make a cute girl; you can even carry yourself like a girl..." Debra's folks were gone for the weekend and left her older brother Ronnie in charge. Ronnie had announced that he was going fishing for the weekend and would be back Sunday afternoon.

"Let's have a slumber party; the three of us," suggested Debra. "You will have time to change and go home before Ronnie gets home. This will give you the opportunity of seeing what it's like to be a girl. Cindy, you call your mother and tell her you are staying all night with me."

"What about me?" I asked.

"As far as your folks are concerned, Steve, you went with Ronnie." Debra rummaged through her closet and found several games: Dream Date, The Dating Game and a stack of records.

"This is going to be an interesting night,' I thought to myself. Time passed quickly and about 12:30 we dozed off on the blanket pallet that Debra had fashioned on the floor. I looked at the clock and it was 10:30.

As I woke up, Debra woke up and looked at the clock too. "Go shower and get changed. I'll pack all the stuff in my old gym bag after I wash it."

Finishing my shower, she handed me my clothes. "Get into your clothes," she said, handing me a towel to dry my hair. I checked to made sure I had removed all the makeup and removed the makeup that my shower had missed. I put on my jeans and shirt I had come over in. I walked down the hall. During my cleanup the girls had straightened the house and dressed. Both were wearing cutoffs, blouses and tennis shoes with their ponytails.

Cindy remarked as I entered the room, "I like you better the other way."

"It was definitely different," I agreed.

As the fashion show date approached, fall made a bitterly cold and blustery entrance and warm weather quickly exited. The sponsors decided that because of the cold weather and having only one heater backstage, that the rehearsal would be a walk-through and not a dress rehearsal. In the cold, we worked on our group's sing and dance number, which went pretty well considering the temperature was quite chilly.

The show was to be on Tuesday after the weekend, and everyone wished for an end to our cold spell.

Debra decided that I needed to practice my makeup skills since she wouldn't be able to be backstage during the fashion show. They would be playing a basketball game right before the fashion show against the women teachers. "The first thing that you should remember," she said, "is that normally most skin is oily, so you will need to use alcohol to clean your face." With that, she handed me a wash cloth and told me to put alcohol on it. I carefully and slowly poured alcohol on the cloth. "Now, take this nylon band and pull your hair back away from your face." With that, she placed the band pulling back the hair from my forehead and then removed it. "Now you do it," she said and she handed me the band. I slipped it over my forehead, pulling back the hair beneath it.

When the forehead was clear of hair, I began applying the alcohol to my face. I felt its sting. I worked carefully until the entire face had been cleaned. After I had finished, Debra handed me the foundation and told me to cover my face evenly. "Do one area at time, like this." She carefully covered the lower jaw on the right side of my face. I took the makeup from her hand and carefully applied it on my skin until a light-colored coating covered my whole face. Smoothing the rough spots, I looked to Debra for approval. She pointed out a few spare spots and I hand-blended it until I got the looked-for results.

I removed the makeup and went through the procedure until I had it down pat. Leaving the final effort on, she then instructed me on how to apply eye shadow and did the left eye with a blue shading on the eyelid, a light coloring below the eye and covering the eyelid. Looking at her work in progress, she opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of tweezers. She began to pluck and shape my eyebrow until she judged the task was finished. Looking in the mirror, I now realized that with the makeup and eye shadow I now bore a striking resemblance to a 14 year-old girl and not just a boy trying to look like a girl. I finished applying the eye shadow to the other eye. She handed me the mascara and I applied it just like she had showed me. After finishing that, I lightly dusted my cheeks with flesh-colored blush and carefully applied the lipstick.

When I finished, I stared into the mirror and admired our handiwork. Before me was the face of a teenage girl. 'If I only had the curves and boobs to match,' I thought to myself. There was a knock at the door and Cindy entered carrying a sack. She laid it on the table and opened it. Inside was a plain blank box except for the label on the top that read 'Fashion Forms'. These belonged to my Aunt, who died last year of breast cancer. Mom found them while looking through some of my aunt's stuff. They would be perfect for the fashion show. I took the box, removed the pliable forms and handled them carefully.

"Steve, since you already have the makeup job done, let's see what the rest of the outfit looks like," said Cindy.

I took the bag into the bathroom and removed my clothes, socks and shoes. I removed the box containing my wig from the bag and carefully brushed out the wig until all the tangles were removed. Then I carefully hung the wig on a hook usually reserved for towels. I removed the two-piece swimsuit and cover-up from the bag next, along with a pair of light-gray, totally nude pantyhose purchased for the fashion show. I carefully removed the pantyhose from its container, carefully rolling them up slowly as Debra had shown me. After sitting down on the chair, I pulled the stocking first over one foot then the other and carefully pulled them up over my legs and hips and smoothed them until the proper fit was achieved. I then took the bottoms of the swimsuit and pulled them into place. I next removed the bikini top, placing the arms through the straps and securing the snaps in the back of the top.

Looking into the mirror, I saw that the look was just about complete. The only flaws to the look were the flat chest, the short hair, and the top of the pantyhose showing above the bottoms of the swimsuit. I fixed the problem with the pantyhose by carefully rolling the band and tucking it into the bottoms of the suit. Only bare skin showed above the top of the swim suit bottoms, hanging on the hips about two to three inches below the belly button. I carefully removed the forms from the box, reading the content's information on the side. Contents: Silicone-filled forms for breast replacement.

I felt the weight on each of them; they looked and felt just like the real thing, or at least they looked real. It was the closest that I had come to breasts since the dark night at the drive-in movie, and that was a bumbled attempt. I had only managed a quick touch before my attempt was rebuffed. When the night ended, she did give me a nice quick kiss

I placed the form into the top of the swimsuit and ended up having to tighten the strap to keep it in place. As I adjusted the forms in the cup, a cleavage was created in the bikini top from the new shape. I could feel the heaviness of the forms as I walked about and a jiggle as I moved around. Satisfied of the look, I took the wig from the hook, secured it on head and quickly finished brushing it. My image showed the appearance of a well-endowed chic with a gorgeous body. I removed the hat and glasses along with the flimsy cover-up. Looking in the mirror, I decided to go with a more mature look and reached for Debra's mother's lipstick on the counter.

Carefully, I applied the more flamboyant color to my lips until they were completely covered in the red tint. Taking the hat, I arranged things until I had just the right look... I then picked up a gold bracelet and a watch that I had secretly removed from my mother's jewelry box. I fastened the watch and hooked the latch on the bracelet. I put on the glasses over my ears and adjusted them until they fit just right. Before leaving the bathroom I looked into the mirror again. 'Teenage, hell you could pass for eighteen,' I mused. Since the beach thongs wouldn't work with the stockings, I found a pair of heels in the bathroom closet. Passing down the hall, I could hear three voices talking, all female. Entering the living room, I included a little sway in my walk...

"You look unbelievable and sexy too," Cindy's mother said.

"You'd better not venture out in public like that or you might be looking at a date," another voice said. "You girls are miracle workers. This will be a sure winner." It was Debra's mother and she seemed impressed.

"Steve, I can't get over what a pretty girl you make. It's truly amazing. That suit looks far better on you than it ever did on me and those breasts look and react like the real thing," Cindy said. I nodded in agreement.

"Steve, that box had some adhesive in it. It's still there," Debra added.

"Keep that for the fashion show," Cindy's mother said. As I stood there giggling with the girls and women, I truly felt part of the crowd.

As I removed the wig, makeup, and other garments I was wearing and stored away the breast forms, I looked in the mirror. I wondered to myself how things would have been different if the dice had rolled the other way and I had been female. Oh well, it was too much for the mind of a 15 year-old to comprehend. I finished my task and stored everything in its place. Leaving the bathroom, I sensed a feeling of peace and contentment. It would be years later before I understood its significance.

"Steve, you are truly a butterfly and moth in the same body; the change is a true metamorphosis. If you had been born female, life could have been definitely different," Debra's mother said. All I could say was that we had to live with the cards we were dealt.

Monday morning came with no change in the weather and the television weatherman said the cold would continue with one change, a north wind that would turn the auditorium into a refrigerator. The talk around the school was the fashion show, about how cute this or that boy would look in a dress the next day, and how cold and airy skirts were in the wintertime. Debra, Cindy and I kept our mouths shut about the show and no one was the wiser.

Debra's mother said that since I would be so cold, I could dress in my skirt outfit at her house. She would loan me Debra's long coat to cover my costume and to keep me warm. We all knew that the school staff would move the competition to the gym once they saw how cold the auditorium was. I arrived at Debra's house as soon as they let us out of school. Debra's mother left to watch the game. Before she left, she told me to soak in the bubble bath she had prepared for me. I soaked until my skin was softened. I climbed out of the tub and drained it. I dried off and massaged Debra's mother's shaving cream all over and began shaving the hair off my body. As I finished the task, I put on the teddy her mother had left for me to put on while putting on my makeup. I loved the feel of the body lotion as I rubbed it on my skin. It made my skin feel smooth as silk and super soft...

The front door opened and Debra entered, wearing her basketball uniform and covered with sweat. "We won the game. The boys are using our dressing room, so I decided to come home to shower. Mom went to Frederick's to pick up something and we have a little time until she gets back. The show has been postponed until they can get the gym ready." She looked at me closely. "You know, ever since you told me that you wanted to enter the fashion show I haven't been able to get the fantasy of making it with a boy wearing my clothes out of my mind." She handed me a nightgown. "Here, put this on," she told me, as she took off her uniform and climbed into bed. The nightgown in my hand was baby doll length, hot pink and had matching tiny bikinis. "This is going to be my favorite night and thinking about the nightgown on you makes me drool," she said. I removed the teddy and did as I was asked.

When I finished, she extended her hand and motioned for me to join her in the bed. Soon, the soft satin sheets were against the nylon and I began to kiss and fondle her breasts. I sucked a firm breast and she said she wanted me to take her. I looked at her in amazement. "Aren't you a..." I began.

"No, not since last summer, during our vacation. Please don't tell, ok?"

"Ok," I told her and began to make love. She quickly reached orgasm and jumped out of bed.

"It's getting late and you need to get ready," she said. "This will be our secret, OK? We don't have time to both take showers, so we'll shower together." We both stepped into the shower and I decided I wanted one more nibble.

"This is purely chemical," she told me. "Remember, I have a boyfriend. Let's just end this now and no one but us will know." Finishing the shower, I stepped out and dried off. I put on the teddy and Debra put on fresh clothes.

As she finished dressing, her mother returned. "Here, 'Kay', is something for you to wear tonight... Let's get you ready, I'll do your makeup so that it looks just right."

The makeup job she did on me made me look drop-dead gorgeous. The makeup was perfect, the eye makeup made my eyes look sexy, there was just the right amount of blush and she made my lips look larger in red-shaded lipstick. Mascara made my lashes look perfect and highlight on the eyebrows made me look totally female.

"Since you look female now, I want you to feel that away too." She produced a sack containing brand new hot-pink silky bikinis with a matching padded under-wire bra and a pair of hot-pink pantyhose. "Here, slip these on." With that, she handed them to me. I first slipped the bikini over my hips; it felt wonderful, and next I carefully pulled on the pantyhose and finally reach for the bra. "Wait a minute," she said. She took one form out of the box, applied the tube of adhesive and positioned it on my chest as I lay on the bed. Then, she did the other. "Wait about ten minutes before you move," she told me.

I felt the forms shrink against my chest as the adhesive hardened. Finally, she told me to stand up. I could feel the weight on my chest and looked to see how they were attached. Her glue job was perfect; they looked like they belonged there. Debra's mother looked at the forms and began to apply makeup to hide them. She also shaded the areas surrounding the forms. Satisfied, she handed me the under-wire bra, which I fastened in the back. The attached forms acted just like real breasts and the uplift gave me boobs and cleavage. It looked real!

She next slipped the wig on my head, securing it with bobby pins and combed it until it was silky smooth. She removed the new hot-pink blouse off the hanger and handed it to me. Next, she handed me a new thigh-length skirt, slit up to the thigh, removed a pair of high heels from the shoebox and produced a matching purse. I buttoned up the blouse, slid on the skirt and stepped into the heels...

"Leave the first two top buttons undone. They will get flashes of your boobs," she advised. When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't believe my eyes. I looked awesome, sexy and eighteen. I put on the rest of the accessories and clipped a pair of Debra's dangling earrings and drop necklace with my mothers watch and bracelet. I looked at Debra, who gave me a mock clap.

"You look fabulous," she said, as she handed me perfume, telling me to put a drop on my wrist and behind my ear. I put on Debra's coat and headed to her car. I stepped out of the car and headed into the building... No one recognized me and I headed to the bathroom to put away my bag.

Monty, who was wearing his sister's dress and his mother's curly wig, stopped me and wanted to know who I was. I feigned a soft, raspy voice and gave him the name that Debra had used to introduce me to Cindy. "Kay," I said.

"Hi, my name is Monty. Who are you waiting for?"

"I'm in the fashion show," I replied. He looked around to check who wasn't there from the group.

"Steve, that isn't you, is it?"

I took off the glasses and smiled. "I had you fooled, didn't I? Debra did it all. Now, who will be the star of the show?" Mark and Jimmy walked over. Mark looked at me and just shook his head. 'Eureka, I am the queen of the show,' I said to myself as I headed to the dressing room...

Once everything had settled down, everyone started to get ready. I knew at that point that winning was just a formality. Jimmy wore his sister's black mini, a funny hat, pumps and stockings. Mark looked totally ridiculous.

I took off my coat and even the girls who had just finished their victory over the teachers applauded. This was extra rewarding because the teachers, who had recruited a couple recent graduate ringers, were even impressed... Debra came over and congratulated me for my feat... "Momma made you look gorgeous," she whispered.

The principal announced that it was time for the show. I was picked to go out last. When my turn finally came to enter the gym, I was introduced and received applause from the crowd. I hurried and changed into the swimwear. With the sheer cover-up gapped to reveal the boobs and cleavage, the boobs jiggling, the butt swaying, and the pink pumps, when I walked in, it made me a crowd favorite.

The others looked a little better, the girls doing the outfits for their boyfriends. The final change was the nightwear and Monty almost looked as good as I did, but there were nipples on my boobs, concealed only by a robe and a flimsy bra and they did nothing to stop the jiggling when I walked. When it was all over, I was the clear winner of the show. Debra and Cindy gave me a kiss on the cheek and posed for pictures with me in the skirt, blouse and boots that I had worn for the song that everyone had sung...

"I Love Being a Girl"

My mother walked up with Debra's mother in tow. "You look so cute, Kirk," she said. Even at this early age, I hated being addressed by my middle name.

"Let's get you changed," Debra's mother said. "Come on Cindy and Debra. If you're coming with me, grab you stuff Steve." I grabbed the coat and bag and put on the coat to guard against the cold.

As we piled into the car, Debra's mother announced that she was taking us to the Chinese Restaurant in Vernon. I would have to hurry and change; yes, into one of Debra's dresses. "Find him something flattering, Debra," her mother said.

Debra found a dress that showed off my figure. It was a scoop neck, blue dress that accented my cleavage and figure. I wore the pair of heels and carried the purse that Debra's mother had given me. I had a drop on a chain around my neck. I looked like her sexy older sister with long blond hair and cleavage. The four of us girls ate out and even went to an Elvis movie. I went home, changed clothes and returned Cindy's mother's stuff to Debra. Nothing more was ever said about the adventure until graduation. The class prophecy said that I was a successful runway model; I wonder if that person knew something I didn't, lol. I wonder what happened to the accessories that give me the total female look. Those were expensive boobs and looked natural, even when I was topless, changing outfits.

My dressing went dormant except when I put on my souvenirs from Debra's mother and masturbated, thinking about my first sexual encounter with Debra.

 

The End

  

  

  

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