A Feminine Reality (Part 1)

by Robbin Renee Wells

 

  The Great Plan

 

I had just turned eighteen and it was the spring before my graduation from high school. It was actually April of my senior year and I had planned this day for so long, yet I felt so nervous as I stood in front of the living room door.

I lived in a townhouse in Northern New Jersey with my mother, who was a professional woman, in all ways, and worked in the city. She was very attractive and quite a remarkable lady. Especially, considering the fact that my father had left us when I was quite young, and yet, despite all of the obstacles, she made her way in the professional world and provided for us, quite well.

I attended a high school in the suburbs of Northern New Jersey and drove each day to school. I was around 5’6" and weighed about 120 lbs. Although most of my friends were quite athletic, I was the one on the chess team and didn’t really get into that many sports. Yet I did try from time to time. But my friends would just laugh and pat me on the back and say that’s Michael. Still, I was quite popular, and always accepted as a friend. Especially by my best friend, Josh, who had also just turned eighteen and lived just a couple doors down in our townhouse development. He too lived with his divorced mom, who just happened to be my mom’s best friend.

Although Josh was on the basketball team and was very athletic, we were best friends. As I said, I was quite popular and despite my secret interests, I had tried to maintain a masculine exterior.

Now, that being written or said, I must explain the last reference and the facade that I maintained. I had always enjoyed my friends and, for the most part, my external demeanor. However there was a side of my persona that I didn’t share with anyone, not even my mother. For as long as I could remember, I always reveled at times, and was curious, as to the feeling of being feminine, a girl. Whenever I was alone at home, and that was quite often, I would venture into my mother’s room and dress in her wonderful skirts and blouses, dresses, shoes and, eventually, her panties, bras, slips and hose. As trying on the various clothes became a desire to look totally feminine, I would get completely dressed and lounge around the house listening to music, watching television or other activities, as a young girl. Over the years, I had even become quite adept at applying makeup and perfecting the entire look. As I grew older these feelings grew, and, although, I had my dormant periods, the desires never went away.

So now, getting to the present, I had just gone through a long period of being quite dormant, but the feelings and ideas of being dressed and going out, totally as a girl, had really risen to a crest. So a couple of months ago, I decided to make a plan. From night to night, I secretly logged onto the internet and ordered a number of things that I wanted to wear and items that I couldn't find in typical department stores. Or at least items, that I just couldn't even imagine purchasing at a typical department store. Each day, when I got home from school, I would hurry to the door and if the order was there I would rush it into my room. During this time I also bought a number of, less provocative clothing items and a lot of makeup at a mall some distance away. Really, after the initial nervousness of the approach to the counter, it wasn‘t that unusual. Although I used my mom’s credit cards, I always came up with an explanation, both in purchasing the items in person and when explaining the charges from the on line purchases.

My plan was to skip a day from school and go out to a mall, completely dressed. I had the day planned for about two months and as the day grew nearer, the anxieties mounted. Then the week of the Friday that I had chosen, arrived and, I wasn't sure if my nerves could stand the ever increasing pressure. Every comment of my mom’s or my friend’s made me think that there was some hidden meaning intended and quite frequently made me quite upset.

Then the day before finally arrived and I hurried to get home from school.

"Hey, Mike, do you want to go to the mall with us…" asked Josh.

"No man, I have to get home and clean up the house." I said.

"Alright, we'll talk later, pal…" said Josh.

"Yeah, maybe tonight or tomorrow…" I said as I raced to my car.

When I got home, I went into my room and undressed. I went into the bathroom and started a warm bath. I put some oils and bath beads, that my mom had in the bathroom, into the water and slipped in. I wasted no time shaving my entire body. Although I was quite blonde, with little body hair, I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. I even shaved what little pubic hair I had and under my armpits. There was no turning back now, I thought.

As I slowly stepped out of the bathtub, I could notice a tingling sensation as the towel caressed my smooth skin.

Oh, wow, this feels great, I thought, and then I had to focus.

I got out and wrapped the towel around my soft body and went into my mom’s room and grabbed a short, silk robe. It was dark blue and I loved the feeling against my smooth thighs, as pulled the sash to the side. Then I swayed down the hall and into the living room. I turned the television on and sat on the sofa. I took out an emery board and filed my nails, until they looked quite feminine. Then I went back to my room and took a container of rose colored nail polish and went back into the living room. I also took some cotton puffs, from the bathroom, to place in between my toes. I returned to the living room and put two coats of the rose colored nail polish on my toe nails. When I was finished I sat there somewhat watching television, but really staring at my pretty toes.

As it was almost seven o’clock, I had to get dressed again. So I returned the robe to my mother’s room and quickly put on a pair of socks and a shirt and jeans, although this time I put on a pair of white, satin panties under my jeans. They felt so nice sliding them over my painted toes and smooth legs, and what a feeling when I slid on the jeans.

I started dinner and soon my mother was home. After the obligatory greetings and dinner, I told her that I was quite tired and went to bed, as she slipped into the bathroom and to take a bath.

Although, I was quite tired and quite nervous, I knew that she would lounge in the bath for quite a while, so I slid into my bedroom and took off my pants and socks. Then I sat down at the computer wearing just an oversized t-shirt and panties. Again, the glimpse of my painted toes, as I crossed my legs, made quite excited.

I visited a few websites, but then got a message from Josh.

"Hey want to go to the mall tomorrow after school…" he wrote.

"Can’t…" I replied.

"Why, man, lots of girls there…maybe get lucky."

"I would love to, Josh, but just can’t." I wrote and wondered why I had used the word, love…

"Oh well…" he wrote.

"Take care d…" I began to write and then struck the enter key without a chance to retreat.

"What was that, Michael, finish the line man…" he wrote.

"Hit the wrong keys, Josh…hey have fun…I think that I’ll be out tomorrow, not feeling well tonight." I typed.

"Well, see you tomorrow at school, I hope." he replied.

"Sure, man…" I wrote.

I almost said, dear, I thought as I signed off. Wow, I must be spending too much time chatting on line with other girls or maybe I was just getting into the persona for tomorrow, I rationalized.

I was just again feeling relaxed. But as I turned off my computer, I heard my mom heading down the hallway from her bath. A knock at my door and I jumped into bed.

"Michael, are you alright…" my mom said, as she opened the door to my bedroom.

"I’m alright, mom…" I replied from my bed.

"Well, get some sleep, dear…" she said.

"Night, mom." I replied.

That entire night I just tossed and turned, as the anticipation of the next day was quite overwhelming. I couldn’t help but continuously imagine what I would look like and how I would feel. However, I must have dozed off at some juncture, because the next thing that I knew, I could hear my mom up, and getting ready for work.

It was Friday morning, the day that I had anticipated for so long. I began to feel really nervous and then just laid there in bed, until I heard my mom walking down the hallway and the front door close. I remained in bed for several more minutes. Then I got up and cautiously walked out of my room and down the hallway toward the living room, in just my t-shirt and panties, to make sure that my mother had left for work. As I walked down the hallway, every crack of the floor made me so nervous, and even more so, as I also glimpsed at my painted toes.

It was about 7:30 AM, and after I made sure that my mom had left for work, I started to relax. I made a cup of coffee and started to think about the next hurdle. I had to call the school and tell them that I would not be there today. Again, the anxieties returned and I was getting nervous as 8:00 AM, quickly arrived. The coffee didn’t help much either, I started to realize.

But I decided that I had come this far, so why not, I thought, as I sat at the kitchen table and punched in the numbers. Then the answer. I introduced myself and explained that I would not be in today. To my surprise, they just thanked me for calling and said to have a nice day. I will, I thought, as I hung up the receiver and sat back and sighed.

With that hurdle down, I again started to relax as I had at least two hours before I would be able to go anywhere. So I made another cup of coffee and sat and watched television, for a short time.

Then, it was time to start getting ready and the anxieties returned. So much to do, I thought, as I went into the bathroom and started a shower.

As I ended my shower, I again had that tingling sensation as I stepped out of the bathtub and ran the towel over my soft, shaven skin. I wrapped the towel around me and stepped over to the vanity. Again, although I couldn’t really see or feel any facial hair, I wanted to make sure. So I did a close shave and massaged my face with moisturizer. After brushing my teeth, I dried my short hair and decided to start the makeup.

The tingling sensation kept coming back as I stood in front of the vanity mirror applying a light foundation. Then the eyes, not too dark, but a nice black liner above and below and black mascara. A few, light strokes of an eyebrow pencil and some light, pink colored blush. Then my favorite part, my lips. I traced my lips with a darker colored lip pencil, and then filled in the rest with a rose colored gloss, that matched my nail polish.

When I was done I just stared into the mirror. I was becoming Michelle, a name that I had easily thought of quite some time ago and loved to think about being called, when dressed. I also used the name, Michelle, when chatting on the internet and when I had made the various purchases over the past two months.

Then I realized that it was almost nine and that I still had to do my finger nails. I tip toed into my room and pulled the suitcase, that contained my hidden purchases, out from the back of my closet. I took out a gold, broadband, necklace and looped it around my neck. I then checked once at the vanity mirror and then went into the living room with my nail polish.

I sat down on the sofa and turned on the television, with a cup of coffee. I spent the next half hour applying two coats of polish to my finger nails. My nails weren’t that long, but well shaped, from last night, and my slender fingers looked quite feminine as I panted onto them and waved them through the air. Once again, the tingling sensation came over me, and I could feel my persona start to really change. After a few minutes, I again tip toed down the hallway and back into my room.

I took out a condom from my suitcase and slid it on. Ever since I had started to tuck myself up under my rear, I had used condoms. It also avoided any messes that I had started to experience in my later teen years.

With that done, I slid the towel off and laid it on the bed. Then I slid into a pair of white satin, thong bikini, panties. They fit and felt so nice, as I tucked the one remaining aspect of my male persona, up under myself. I then took some surgical tape and cut two pieces from the roll and placed them under my nipples, pulling them together. I then slipped a matching white, satin, bra over my arms and snapped the front clasp. I slid a small pair of breast forms into the bra, giving me about a 34 B, size, with a little cleavage.

I followed that with a wig cap and a medium length, reddish, brown wig. It was straight with bangs across the forehead and fell just over my shoulders in back. It had a modern cut and was tapered to a shorter length on the sides. I quicly stepped into the bathroom and lightly brushed the wig, in front of the vanity.

With the wig in place, I tip toed into my mother’s room and over to her dressing mirror. Oh wow, I thought. I love it, as I, Michelle, posed, turning from side to side. Then, there was that great tingling sensation, again.

After a few minutes, I returned to my room and took out a pair of nude pantyhose and slid them over my painted toes and up my smooth legs. I was so excited, as I then slid a dark brown, leotard up my legs and onto my arms. I smoothed out the leotard and noticed the cleavage and a hint of a nipple sticking through. I was getting so excited.

Then I slid a pair of tight, jeans up my legs and over my rear. As I zipped the front and clasped the front button, I noticed that I was standing on my toes and that they looked great. I began to tremble, as I felt so feminine. I slid a dark brown, leather belt inside the belt loops of the jeans and pulled it tight inside the front gold clasp. I took a pair of gold hoop, clip on, earrings out of the suitcase and clipped them onto my ears. I also slid two small gold, bauble bracelets over my right hand and onto my wrist, and slipped a small, watch onto my left wrist. I then slid several gold rings onto my fingers.

It was then approaching eleven o’clock, the time I had targeted to leave. So I took out the one pair of shoes that I had purchased over the internet and sat down on the side of the bed. As I slid the three inch, dark brown, open toed, sandals out of the box, I was really tingling. Then, as I slid my painted toes inside each shoe and fastened the ankle straps, I was totally tingling.

Clasping my fingers, I stood up and walked into my mother’s room again. As I stood in front of the mirror, I was thrilled and amazed. I had never before gotten dressed in such a provocative style. It was great. I was now completely, Michelle, a lovely young lady, and totally feminine, from the reddish, brown hair, to the rose colored toes. I was also, quite pleased, with how my slim waist, matched the small breasts and touch of cleavage.

I was ready, I thought, as I turned every which way I could, to make sure. I worried that maybe I should dress it down a bit, but also realized that the makeup and wig required a more stylish approach. Besides, I just loved the look and feel. I couldn’t debate it any longer in my mind, I had to go out, now.

I went back into my room and grabbed a pair of sunglasses, a brown shoulder strapped purse and short, brown leather jacket. I put on the sunglasses and slid my arms into the waist length jacket. I pulled the collar up under my hair and left the front of the jacket open and slipped the strap of the purse over my shoulder. I gave my jeans another slight pull up around my waist and I was ready, I thought.

I checked again in front of my mom’s mirror and then returned and checked again. Then I walked down the hallway and out into the living room. I felt so nice and quite comfortable in the heels, as they clicked on the hardwood floor of the hallway. The sound was a bit disconcerting, but the heels made my little behind so taught and I could feel a luscious sway to my hips and bounce to my new breasts. I was so excited as I walked out into the living room and across the room to the front door.

But there I was, holding the doorknob of the front door, and the nerves again mounting. I was ready, but hesitating. As I looked at the clock, it was eleven o’clock and the thoughts just kept me staring and wondering.

I have to go, now, I thought, as I looked down at my painted fingernails and rings and listened to the clinging bracelets on my right hand, as I held the front door.

Without another thought, I made sure that I had my keys and opened the door. Just as quickly I closed it. I have to, I thought. So again, without another thought, I opened the door and stepped out into the walkway and closed the door behind me. I was quite apprehensive, as my heels made a similar clicking sound on the cement. But I continued, with small steps, swaying from side to side toward the stairwell.

As I reached for the banister of the stairwell, I thought that I heard another door open and then quickly close, but didn’t see anything as I looked back. Must be my imagination, I thought, as I continued slowly down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk.

I quickened my step as I saw my car parked just off the sidewalk. I suddenly realized that the small, quick steps really made my new breasts bounce and the feeling was overwhelming, or so, I thought. Then I looked down as I approached my car and felt so feminine as I saw my painted toes, inside of the hose and heels, below the hem of my jeans. It all made me feel so soft, I just naturally unlocked my car door and sat down in the driver’s seat and then slid my legs into the car. Wow, that tingling sensation was a constant, now.

I started the car and quickly pulled out of the parking lot. I was going to a large mall about forty minutes away. I didn’t want to go to the nearby mall, for fear of being seen by someone I knew. I had gone to this mall to make most of my earlier, in person, purchases and had a fairly good familiarity with its lay out.

As I drove, I felt so nice, but also apprehensive about stopping at lights and obeying the speed limit. I mean, I only had my male driver’s license and identification and didn’t want to have to explain. I loved the feel of my legs and toes, and, of course my thin arms rubbing against my new breasts as I drove along. But at the first red light, I again became so anxious. I gently turned and looked, to see if anyone was staring and only noticed a couple of fleeting looks from a man or two. Then after a couple of lights, with similar results, I, again, started to relax, and began to feel like just another girl driving to the mall.

I finally arrived at the mall and drove to a parking area, near the entrance to one of the major department stores. But, again, as soon as I had started to relax, the nervous tension returned, as I parked my car and turned off the engine. I sat there in my car, pretending to go through my purse, as I watched the other cars parking and people walking in and out of the mall. It was still early, not even noon, but there were more people than I had anticipated, for a Friday morning.

"Doesn’t anyone work," I whispered below my breath. With that comment, I started to giggle as I pulled down the visor to check the vanity mirror one more time. I mean, I was the one skipping school.

But the thought didn’t relieve my nerves, as I really did check my purse for my keys. Then I slowly opened the door and slid my legs out of the car. I, again, looked at my toes. Suddenly, I realized, that I was hesitating and that hesitation would only bring more anxiety about what I was doing and attract attention. So I stood up outside the car and closed the door. I locked the car and started walking toward the mall.

Again, the heels made such a clicking noise. I was trembling. Then, as I passed a couple of people and didn’t notice any stares, I became more confident. I walked through the parking lot and onto the sidewalk. As I opened the door to the department store, a man was right behind and grabbed the door and held it for me, as well as the next door.

"Thanks." I quietly mumbled.

"Your welcome." he replied.

That made me feel so good, and tingle even more, as I caught him glancing across my cleavage and the slight appearance of the nipples of my new breasts inside my tight leotard.

But then the earlier clicks of my heels seemed quiet, compared to the loud clicking noise I heard as I entered the store and walked across the tiled floors. I was thinking about turning around and leaving, but didn’t. I noticed that as I kept walking through the store and out into the mall, that there weren’t any stares. Just an occasional attractive glance.

After directly walking through the initial store, without stopping to look, I was inside the mall. I walked all over the mall for a while, just window shopping. I again, began to feel comfortable. I went to another large department store and into the junior section. I was milling around the racks of short, stylish dresses, when I was approached by a sales lady. She was middle aged and made me so nervous.

"Can I help you, miss?" she asked.

"Just looking." I again mumbled.

"Oh well then, just let me know, if you need any help." she replied, and walked away.

Wow, now I was really feeling confident. So, after a bit more looking, I saw a short, tan, form fitting, turtle neck, sweater dress that I really liked. I wondered about buying it and just as I was about to put it back, the same sales lady, came back.

"Would you like to try it on?" she said.

"Oh no, I’m sure it will fit, I’ll take it." I said, without thinking.

"Oh, good, I’ll bet that it will look good on that little figure of yours, dear." she said

I smiled and followed her to a sales desk. She delicately put the dress inside of a bag and I paid for the dress, in cash, and thanked her. I was so nervous, but so relieved at the same time.

I left the store and wondered about the mall some more. As I walked, I just window shopped some more, until I was walking by a small shoe store and saw a pair of dark brown suede, three inch pumps. They were the ones to fit the dress, I thought. Again, I hesitated, but then went into the store. It was a try on you own shoes kind of store, so I felt more comfortable.

I went in and looked up and down the aisles, until I found the shoes that I had seen in the display window. I found a size eight and pulled out the box. I sat down and undid my ankle straps. I was so excited, staring at my toes, again. I slid the shoes on and walked up and down the aisle. A great fit, I thought. I put the shoes back in the box and went to the check out counter.

But this time there was an attractive young girl at the check out counter, not much older than me, I thought. I again got very nervous.

"Really nice, selection." she said, as she smiled.

"Thanks." I said, and, again, paid in cash.

It was about two or so, by the time that I walked out of the shoe store, and I decided that I had better be getting home. A fairly good initial start, I thought, as I again walked through the store that I had initially entered. As I left, a man opened the doors for me and I smiled. I was so much into the personality, that I felt like giving him a soft, little, kiss on the cheek.

I felt so great as I slowly walked out into the parking lot, carrying my bags. I so enjoyed the short steps and sway of my hips. I even began to look for looks, and there were quite a few from the men walking with their wives. I felt so good that I actually started to smile at them, as they passed, and they would just smile and quickly look away.

When I got to my car, I unlocked the doors and put my bags into the back seat and then slid into the front seat. I was so happy that things had gone so well, but a bit tired. So I started the car and drove home.

When I pulled into the parking lot of our complex, it was nearly three, and although I probably had until seven or so, I decided that I didn’t want to press my luck. Also, I thought that I could go inside and try on my dress and shoes.

I parked the car and grabbed the bags from the back seat. I quickly got out of the car, as I again became a bit nervous about seeing anyone that I knew. I closed the door to the car and quickly walked onto the sidewalk and up the stair way. As I walked to my front door, I pulled up my purse to find my keys. I got a bit nervous, as I had to really fumble around for my keys, just in front of the door to our townhouse. Then I found them and opened the door and walked inside.

"Whew", I sighed, as I laid the bags down and placed my purse on the serving table, just inside the front door. Then I slid off the jacket and threw it on the love seat. I took off the sunglasses and looked into the mirror above the serving table.

"I love it." I said, as I smiled into the mirror.

I again started to pose in front of the mirror and was feeling so relaxed, but getting so excited. I did this for a few minutes.

Then, I suddenly heard a voice and noticed someone walking out of the dining room.

"So let me see what you’ve been up to today, dear." I heard.

I quickly froze and saw Josh, in the mirror, walking over to my bags.

"Its not what you think, Josh." I said.

"Oh, it isn’t, huh. Well lets just see." he said.

With that I turned around leaning against the serving table and watched Josh walk over to my bags and pull out the dress and open the shoe box.

"Well, what are these. Very pretty though, dear." he said.

"Why are you calling me that and…" I said, but couldn’t complete the sentence.

"Because, I skipped school today too and thought that we could maybe hang out and go to the mall. But when I saw you leave this morning, I couldn’t believe it and thought that maybe someone was visiting. Then I saw you leave in your car and I thought about our conversation last night and then caught the dear thing. That’s what you meant to say, isn’t it…dear." He said, as he laughed.

"Looks to me like you went to the mall all by yourself today, dear." he continued to say.

"Oh, Josh, you really don’t understand." I said as I began trembling, leaning up against the serving table, in such feminine apparel and appearance.

I felt so vulnerable, and unable to explain. I had forgotten that he and his mother had a key to our townhouse and suddenly recalled the open and close of the other door, as I left.

"After you left, I tried to put it together, and then remembered a few other times that I had maybe noticed some residue of mascara or lipstick, but didn’t really give it much thought. Then when I saw you pull out in your car, I knew what was up, but still had a hard time recognizing you. So I drank a couple of beers and came over here to wait and see, if it was really you." He said.

He did look as if he had drank a couple of beers as he slouched down on the couch. I was so afraid though. I couldn’t move.

"Hey, don’t be afraid, I won’t tell anyone." he said as he leaned his head back.

"Really, I’m just curious as to why." he said, and then got up and went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out the refrigerator.

"Don’t worry, these are beers that I had and brought over." said Josh.

He sat back down on the sofa, and I was finally able to walk over to the love seat and sit down.

"I don’t know, Josh." I said.

"Please don’t tell anyone." I pleaded.

"Hey, I won’t. I mean you are my best friend and I don’t want this getting out either." he said.

"Besides, despite the fact that you may not believe it, I do read, and I have read about this type of thing on the internet. Even visited a few sites out of curiosity. But still don’t really understand." Josh said.

He was starting to relax and sit back as I leaned forward, with my legs crossed.

"So what is your name, when you are this way." he inquired.

"Oh, Josh, I really don’t want to get into that, right now…"

"No really, what do you like to be called." he asked.

"Josh, really…"

"No, really, what do you like to be called…"

 

I was so nervous and trembling. But then I noticed him sit up and look me over and that made me ever so much more nervous.

"Michelle…" I said.

"Well, Michelle, stand up and let me take a look, please." he said.

I stood up and started to walk over to the serving table, turning and, oh so, trembling.

"You know, I have to admit that you look as good, if not better, than most of the girls that I’ve been out with." Josh exclaimed.

"Oh, Josh, really, I think that we might just want to forget about this little episode and put it behind us, please." I said.

"Easier said then done, I guess." he said.

"You’ve got me really curious, as to how far you go with the look, Michelle. I see the painted nails and makeup, but I would love to see you outside of those jeans, I mean, curiosity." Josh said.

I was a bit amazed at that last remark.

"What do you mean." I replied.

"I mean, I would like to see if you really shave those legs." Josh said.

I noticed that the beers had relaxed him, but also noticed that he did seem curious, as he sat up and stared at me as I walked across the living room, toward the kitchen.

"May I have a beer also, Josh." I said.

We had gone out drinking so many times and he knew that I loved it also.

With that he got up and went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of beer and brought it back out to me, as I stood in the middle of the living room.

"Thanks, Josh." I said as I sat on the love seat and he returned to the couch.

For the next half hour or so, I sat on the love seat, as Josh sat on the sofa. I sipped on the beer and Josh had another, as we talked about his curiosity and my experiences that day as Michelle. I explained to him that I had this urge every now and then to get dressed and that this was my first time out as kind of an experiment. I also explained that he was the first and only person to know about Michelle.

He seemed to laugh a bit, but also really listen to what I said. But then there was a silent pause in the conversation. I gently took another sip of beer.

"So, again, may I see how far you go." Josh asked.

"I don't think so, Josh." I said.

"Oh come on, now, you've gotten me so curious, and you do look great, Michelle." he said.

I’m not sure, if it was the beer or what, but I agreed.

"Alright." I said as I leaned over and started to undo the ankle straps to my heals. As I took off my heels, I handed them to Josh and noticed that he was really watching. I stood up and undid my belt and sat back down and slid the jeans off, over my legs. Then I stood up from the love seat, as he sat on the sofa, and walked over to him.

I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but when I got just in front of him, I said.

"So what do you think…"

"Nice he said, may I feel."

"Sure."

 

With that, Josh ran his hands up the back of my legs and then stood up.

"Wow, really smooth and nice, Michelle." he said as he stood in front of me and stared into my eyes.

I was feeling a bit uneasy. But then he ran his hands up, over my little behind.

"Sweet… Michelle." he said, as he stared down into my eyes.

Then, he tenderly leaned down and kissed me on the lips.

"Wow, really nice." he quietly exclaimed.

I couldn’t resist, as I had the same reaction.

I reached my arms up over his shoulders and leaned up on my tip toes and kissed him again. This time it was so passionate and suddenly I realized that I was running my fingers through his hair. I was so excited and suddenly noticed his excitement also. I just naturally rotated my hips, inside of his.

Then he moved us back down onto the sofa, and I slid under him, and he started to go back and forth on top of me, with his jeans rubbing against my leotard. Suddenly I noticed that my legs were wrapped around his legs and I could see my rose colored toes running up and down his legs. I really didn’t know what was going on, but just reacted. I felt so excited.

I could feel my own excitement grow and then felt Josh strain a couple of times and then I exploded.

Oh my, what have we just done, I wondered, as I lay there with Josh on top of me. We just stayed there for a moment.

Then he got up off of me, and left. Without a word, he just left.

As the door closed, I stayed there on the couch wondering, yet knowing, what had just occurred.

I felt such a great deal of uncertainty, that I couldn’t explain. But for some reason, I didn’t feel the need to change immediately and just wanted to lay there and enjoy the moment for a while.

Finally, after a few more moments, I got up and decided that I had to get changed.

I got undressed and went into the bathroom. The condom that I had on had done its job and I disposed of it, as I stepped into the shower.

I returned to my room and put my clothes away and got dressed. I started dinner and after dinner I retreated to my room. I really didn’t talk to my mother that night, although I really wanted to. I just couldn’t.

Then after a few hours of denial, I sat at my computer, and as the feminine feelings returned I realized that I had just had the most incredible climax of my life, with my best friend on top of me.

I tried, but I couldn’t keep the thoughts and feelings of excitement out of my mind. I had totally enjoyed going out and, although I tried to deny it, I had also totally enjoyed the passion of the afternoon. I couldn’t keep from getting excited again, thinking of being completely feminine.

Maybe I had gone too far, I thought. But I also couldn’t keep the thoughts of my best friend’s excitement out of my mind.

I had so many thoughts and tried again to suppress the thought that we had been intimate. I decided that we had not really been intimate and that we had just rolled against other. But, again, I couldn’t deny the excitement that I had felt and the excitement that kept returning.

Finally, the anxieties of my own sexuality subsided and I fell asleep, dreaming of that feeling of total excitement.

End of Chapter 1

Chapter 2 (The Enticement) coming soon.

 

 

 

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