A Feminine Reality 

by Robbin Renee Wells

 

Part 4 - Opening Up

 

I took my time waking up and getting out of bed, Sunday morning. I just felt so relaxed and so content, lying in bed, that morning. Each glimpse of my red nails and the feeling of my hair against the pillow, made me slowly and pleasantly realize that I didn't have to change or hurry anymore. Even better, I thought, I didn't have to hide my clothes or makeup, or my quickly developing feminine personality.

I just laid in bed for almost a half hour, relishing the recollections of the past couple of months and the expereince of last night. The soft feeling of my new white, satin pajama top and matching satin shorts also felt so totally nice, as I slowly turned from side to side. Although it was a basic pajama top, with a soft, wide collar and buttons down the front, and a pair of matching shorts, it felt so nice on my soft and completely shaven body. Again, the relief of not having to change and/or hide, made me feel so content.

But around nine or so, I didn't hear my mother up yet and I decided that I would get the paper and make some coffee. As I got out of bed, I looked down at my bare legs and red toes. What a great feeling, I thought, as I didn't hesitate to just tip toe down the hallway, in my pajamas, and start the coffee. I also didn't even give it a second thought, as I unlocked and opened the front door and bent down to get the paper.

I was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee and reading the sports page of the paper, when my mother got up. As she walked into the kitchen I was sitting down, with my legs crossed and my bare legs and red toes dangling in front, reading the paper.

"Well, I'm glad to see some things haven't changed..." My mother said, smiling, while she went over to the coffee.

"What do you mean, mother..." I asked.

"The sports page, dear, still your favorite, I see." She answered.

"Oh, that..." I giggled.

As she sat down, I noticed her staring at my pajamas and more at my bare legs and red toes dangling out in front.

"I'm sorry, mother, does that bother you, the way I'm dressed, I can put a robe... and slippers on..." I started.

"Oh no, dear, I was just realizing the dichotomy of that look...while you're reading the sports page. Sort of makes me remember...well, you... just a few weeks ago...and yet fascinates me, with how lovely you look now. Thats all." She said softly.

"I know, mother...I think about it too...But it is still me..." I said, smiling.

"I must admit that you look very content and comfortable." She replied, also smiling.

"So what are you interested in doing today, dear..." she asked.

"I don't know...I guess that I was hoping that we could just hang out around here and relax..." I said.

"Now that sounds wonderful, Mi...Michelle...I'm sorry dear, I'll get it right after a bit more time..." She replied

"Not a problem, MOM..." I said, as I looked at my mother and giggled.

I wasn't sure, if she knew whether I had realized that I had slipped into a more formal pronoun over the past week or so. I was sure that she had noticed the change in vocabulary. But I didn't know whether she knew that I had noticed the change. Then it was quite evident that she knew that I had realized the change, as I saw her smile back, in reply to my last comment.

We sat around for an hour or so, chatting about a lot of different things. Then we did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. As I dried the last cup, my mother patted me on the behind and said that it was time to get changed. She went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, while I put away the few dishes. It was strange, but I just started feeling so natural and so feminine stretching up on my toes to put away the dishes. Even the little pat on my behind, made me feel so content, as I again, glimpsed down at my bare legs and red toes.

I went back to my room, and took off my pajamas and grabbed a fresh pair of light blue, cotton panties, out of the top drawer of my dresser. It was so nice to see the drawer filled with panties, bras, slips and hose, and, of course my breast forms. However, I didn't see the need for a bra that day, as I just really wanted to relax. Again, it was so pleasant not to have to go through the usual routine. I mean I still enjoyed the changing, but it was so nice not to have to change.

So I slipped an oversized, pink tshirt over my head and slid into the tan, cotton shorts, that Cindy had given me the day that I had worked at the boutique. No jewelry and no make up, I just went into the bathroom and brushed out my hair. It was fantastic no makeup was necessary, as I looked in the mirror. The residual massacara and lip gloss from yesterday, was still present and completed the look.

As I walked, barefoot, out into the living room, my mother was watching a movie on television and I sat down on the sofa with my legs bent under my little behind and also began watching the movie.

That's pretty much how we spent the entire day. Just lounging and chatting, with the television and a movie or two in the background. My mother was still uncertain about the job and my going to work at the boutique the next day. But I kept reassuring her that I really wanted to do this and that for once, in the past few months, I felt so relaxed and so natural. Then her curiosity, returned to why, and, again, although I couldn't tell her why, I could tell her how my previous anxieties felt so far away.

"I mean, I feel so good and relaxed right now, mother...And I know that tomorrow some anxieties will return, but I think that I have to find out..." I said.

"Allright, dear. If you're sure...But promise me, that if anything happens, that you'll tell me." She said.

"I will, mother. Now do you think that you're ready for dinner." I said.

"Good idea, Mi...I mean, Michelle. What would you like..." She asked.

"I was thinking about a pizza...interested...I'll even go get it..." I replied.

"Sure, Michelle...again, I'm glad that some things haven't changed. But maybe we both ought to go..." She said.

"No, I'll go, and don't worry. Please just order, mother and no anchioves..." I said as I quickly got up off the sofa.

Without any further discussion, I raced back to my bedroom and slipped out of my tshrit and slid a matching light blue, cotton bra over my shoulders. I slid my breast forms in place and put the tshirt back on. Although this time I tucked the bottom into my shorts and went into the bathroom to brush my hair and put on a bit of masscara and lip gloss. I went back into my room and slipped my three inch, open toed, dark brown leather slides onto my feet. As I stood up off my bed, I swung my brown, leather purse over my shoulder and put on my sunglasses.

I walked back out into the living room, grabbed my keys and kissed my mother.

"Are you sure that you don't want me to come along, dear..." She quietly asked.

"I'm sure, mother." I replied as I saw her anxious look.

But I didn't hesitate. I walked over to the door and opened it and walked outside.

It was about four o'clock and was quite warm and sunny, still. Again, the feeling of the warm sun on my bare legs felt so nice and it was amazing how comfortable the lack of a wig and makeup felt, as I walked down the stairs and out into the parking lot. I got into my car and drove the couple of miles to the resteraunt.

There weren't too many people there that afternoon, as I parked and walked into the resteraunt. After giving them my name, I had to wait for a few minutes for the pizza. As I did, I started to feel a bit uncomfortable, as a few of the patrons and employees walked by. Mostly, in fact, all men, and they made me realize, just how short my shorts were. It wasn't too bad, though, until a young man, who was also picking up a pizza, came up and stood behind me. I couldn't believe it, but it was a classmate that had gone to my high school. I didn't really know him, but I did recognize him and knew that he had known Josh, quite well. In fact, he had also played basketball and, I was pretty sure, that he was working with Josh over the summer.

"Hi..." He said, as I stood there waiting.

With that comment, I started getting quite nervous. I was going to ignore the comment, as if I didn't hear it, but for some reason, I slowly turned and smiled back at him.

"Wow, I'm sorry, but you look so familiar." He said, as I looked and saw his eyes going up and down my legs.

Then the manager came out with our pizza and I turned to the cash register and paid for it. Then, holding the pizza, I again turned back around, smiled and slowly walked out of the resteraunt.

I nearly collapsed, as I sat back in the driver's seat of my car. Then I suddenly realized that being myself, may just be more difficult than I had anticipated. I mean, I just couldn't have dealt with the recognition and explanation, at that moment. As I started the engine, I thought about what my mother and Cindy had been talking about and their concerns seemed to materialize in my mind.

Oh well, I'll figure something out, I thought, as I turned the engine off, after parking back at the townhouse development. I didn't tell my mother about the incident, as I knew that it would just reinforce her apprehensions, and I didn't need any more apprehension the evening before my first day at work. Besides, I decided that I could deal with it myself, in due time.

The rest of the evening was quite uneventful and very relaxing. Around eight or so, I curled up on the love seat and continued watching television, as my mother was reading the remnants of the Sunday Times. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, my mother was kissing my forehead and telling me that it was time to go to bed. I could see the eleven o'clock news on, as my mother turned off the television and checked the front door.

So I slowly got up off the love seat and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. As I applied a light moisturizer to my face and arms and legs, I started to realize my nervous anticipation of tommorrow. I wasn't sure about what would happen, but was quite sure that I wanted to find out. When I finished in the bathroom, I went into my bedroom, changed and crawled into bed.

Again, the nervous anxieties and anticipations of my first real day at work returned. But it didn't take long, until my thoughts were filled with the expectations of spending the day working as a woman, around women and in a completely feminine boutique. With such thoughts, I became very relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, Monday morning, it was quite early. I didn't have to be at work until noon. However there was no way that I was going back to sleep. I could hear my mother getting ready for work and I just laid there thinking about what to wear. Then my bedroom door swung open and I saw my mother.

"I'm leaving now, Michelle...Oh, I hope that you...well, I know that you'll have a great day, dear." She said, as she came over to me and leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Just take it slow and be careful." She whispered, as I smiled back.

"I will, mother. And thank you...so much..." I said softly, as I reached up and hugged her.

I could see that she was quite anxious and I even noticed a few tears in her eyes, as she hugged me back and then stood up and walked out of my room. I felt so connected to my mother, at that moment. Almost as if we were communicating on another level.

Oh well, have to get ready, I thought, as I heard her leave and I got out of bed.

I went into the bathroom and took a nice long shower. When I was through, I wrapped a white, terry cloth robe around my body and went into the kitchen, for a cup of coffee. I shook my wet hair, as I walked into the living room and turned on the television. It was only nine and I knew that I had several hours until I had to be at the boutique. So I settled back into my usual routine and watched a couple of morning programs, while my hair dried and I relaxed.

As I sat in the living room, sipping on a cup of coffe, I decided that I should redo my nails. So I got some nail polish remover and a pink shade of nail polish from the bathroom. I went back into the living room and for the next hour or so, redid my fingers and toes in a light, pink shade. When I was done, I noticed that my hair was dry and that it was quickly approaching eleven o'clock.

Time to get dressed, I decided.

I went to the bathroom and gently rubbed a very light foundation over my face. I bushed out my hair and then lightly stroked some black masscara onto my eyelashes. I took a lip pencil and carefully outlined my lips in a rose color and then filled them in with a light, pink lip gloss, that matched my nails. I finished with a couple of brushes of pink blush over my upper cheeks. The makeup was very subtle and almost unnoticeable, in both look and feel. But I appeared so soft and natural, I thought, as I looked back in the mirror. More importantly, I felt so comfortable.

With that done, I sprayed some perfume under my ears and on the inside of my wrists. As I loved the aroma, I couldn't resist and also spayed some on my ankles and inside my panties. I was definitely tingling then. But I had to get ready, so I went back to my bedroom and hung up my robe.

I slipped into a fresh pair of beige, satin panties. Making sure that my male anatomy was securely tucked away, I slid a matching bra up over my shoulders and filled it out with my breast forms. As I smoothed out the bra, I could feel a touch of a nipple in the center of each cup. I was again, definitely tingling and feeling totally feminine.

I continued dressing and rolled a pair of nude pantyhose up over my legs and little behind. Then I opened my closet and took out a soft, short sleeved, light blue blouse. Before putting the blouse on, I put on a beige camisole and then the blouse. I buttoned the blouse and then reached into the bottom of my closet for the dark blue, leather sandals, that I had bought last week. They had a one inch platform sole and a wide, three inch, heel. They were open toed, with one wide leather strap across the lower foot and a clasping wide leather strap just below the ankle.

I sat on my bed and slipped the shoes onto my feet. As I fixed the second clasp, I stood up, off of my bed and went back to my closet. I slid a short, dark blue, pleated, skirt up over my hips and zipped up the back zipper. It was a short skirt, barely coming down to my mid thigh. It felt really light and nice, almost like it wasn't even there and that made me a bit nervous. However, I loved the look, as I slipped a pair of thin, dark blue, suspenders over my shoulders and clasped them, both in front and back, to the top of my skirt. For some reason, ever since the day that I had worked at the boutique and wore feminine suspenders, I really loved the look. I wasn't sure why, but I thought that they were quite fashionable.

Completely dressed, I went into my mother's bedroom and did the usual check in front of the dressing mirror. I loved the look and wanted to pose a bit more, but it was quickly approaching eleven thirty, and I had to get going. So I returned to my bedroom, grabbed my sunglasses and purse, checked my keys and walked out into the living room. For the first time in so long, I hesitated, as I approached the front door. Although I felt so comfortable and thought that I looked so nice, I started to feel apprehensive about really going through with the whole thing. Suddenly, I felt a bit silly. I mean, I wasn't really a girl, as my mother had said. But just as I had that thought, I also felt so compelled. I mean, I want to be, I guess. No, I know, I thought.

Without any further hesitation, I opened the door and walked out into the breezeway. As I locked the door, I turned and walked down the stairwell and into the parking lot. As I stared at my pink toes, and again felt the gentle bounce of my breast forms and little behind, I grasped the strap of my purse with my left hand and held the keys to my car in my right hand. I walked over to my car, unlocked the door and got in. Again, seeing my nylon clad legs and pink toes slide into the car, as I sat in the driver's seat, I started to hesitate. But I closed the door and started the engine. Then, as I sat there thinking, I decided that I had to put my mind on automatic and go. So I did.

When I got to the mall parking lot, I drove to a different location, near an entrance closer to the boutique. I got out and walked across the parking lot and into the mall. I noticed that the rubber souls and heels, that I was wearing, felt much more secure and didn't click on the asphalt or tile floor, as I entered the mall. That also made me feel much more comfortable.

I walked through the busy mall and to the entrance of the boutique. I saw Cindy at the check out counter and waved. She finished with a customer and another girl came over and took Cindy's place. While Cindy walked over to greet me, I noticed the other girl, she appeared about my age and very pretty. She had long, blonde hair and a great figure. Wow, I thought, as again, I became very insecure.

"Hi, Michelle..." Cindy smiled and said, as she came out and greeted me.

"Hi, Cindy...Hope that I look alright." I replied.

"You look lovely, dear. Now come over here, I want you to meet, Ashley." She said as she led me into the boutique and over to the counter.

"Hi, my name is, Ashley..." the other girl said, as she finished with another customer.

"Hi..." I said as I stared at her. I couldn't believe her lovely legs, as she walked from behind the counter. She was wearing a very tight, short sleeved, white top and very short, tan shorts, with a pair of light brown sandals, with a cork, platform soul and wide heels. The straps of the sandals seemed to be made of a rope type material and made her pink toes seem so natural, as she was apparently not wearing any nylons. Her legs seemed so lovely and natural, I thought, as again, I felt so insecure at that moment.

"I'm sorry, I'm Michelle..." I said, as I held out my hand.

"Hi, Michelle. Glad to have you here." Ashley replied, softly taking my hand.

"Come on, I'll help you get started. I'm only here until three, so let me show you around, and we'll get you comfortable..." She said, as she led me back to the office.

I looked back at Cindy and she just smiled, watching Ashley lead me back to the office.

"Hey, I really appreciate you filling in the other week." She said, as we walked back to the office.

"No problem, it was fun and got me this job." I replied as we entered the office.

"I'm sorry that I didn't say hello that day, but I had to get going." She said.

"I know, and again, no problem." I said.

"I thought that you looked really cute that day, but you really look great today, Michelle." Ashley added, as I sat down in the office and she began to describe where everything was at and the new inventory that had to be displayed that week.

"Thanks, Ashley." I said.

With that, we started to get to work and back out into the boutique. We started to set up a lingerie display, and Ashley showed me how to gently place the clothing out for display and the surrounding inventory for purchase. She seemed so nice, but somehow being around her, that silly feeling returned, and for a moment, I felt like maybe I was just a boy, dressed like a girl. I mean, Ashley, was so beautiful and so natural, as I noticed her subtle gestures and soft voice. Then I started to feel like I wasn't even wearing a skirt and that I was actually just a little sissy, wearing only pantyhose and high heeled sandals. I felt so nervous, that I started to tremble, and just wanted to leave, at that moment.

"What's wrong, Michelle..." Ashley asked, looking at me, with concern.

"Oh nothing, Ashley...I'll be alright..." I said, as we continued our work, near the entrance to the boutique. Then I almost started to cry.

"Michelle, hey you're doing fine, dear..." Ashley quietly said.

"I just want to do a good job and fit in, Ashley." I said.

"You look great, hon and you'll fit in fine." She replied and smiled at me.

I returned the smile and we continued setting up the display. Then I looked over and saw Cindy watching us and smiling. Both of their smiles made me feel so good, that the insecurity went away and I started concentrating, again, on the display.

Soon, it was three and Ashley had to leave.

"Hey, I know that you'll be working from three until closing for the majority of the summer. But I really enjoyed meeting and we have to go out some time. I mean, you're eighteen, right, like me...and we can have some fun, I think." Ashley said, as we were back in the office getting a box of panties and bras, for another display,

"That would be great, Ashley. And, thanks, for helping today." I said.

"You're welcome, Michelle. Now just relax, and you'll do fine." She said, as she softly took my hand and smiled.

I watched Ashley leave and then it was just Cindy and me in the boutique. The rest of the day went well, and when the store closed at nine, I returned to the office and sat down with Cindy.

"So how was the first day, dear..." Cindy asked.

"It was great, Cindy." I replied.

"I'm really glad, Michelle. For a moment there, I thought that you might want to leave." Cindy said.

"Not at all, Cindy..." I said, and smiled.

"Oh really..." She returned with a smile.

"Well, maybe, just for a moment. Its just that Ashley is so beautiful and so..." I started.

"And so intimidating...huh..." Cindy asked, with another smile.

"Its just that she's so beautiful and so natural, that it makes me..." I again, started.

"And makes you realize that you have a long way to go...huh..." Cindy again interrruped.

"Well, yes, Cindy. I mean, she makes me feel like I'm just, well, dressed up like a girl. I just felt so uncomfortable for a few moments, around Ashley...Not like you, because you know. But trying to make her believe..." I responded.

"You're not sure...I know, dear. But I think that you did alright today and you'll learn more, as you go. In fact, I think that Ashley likes you, Michelle, and I mean, as Michelle, dear." Cindy said.

"I think so too, Cindy. She even said that we had to go out some time..." I looked up and said.

"Well, Michelle, you're way ahead of the curve, but the finer aspects, well they take time. Just know that you can do whatever you want to do, dear, and whatever you decide is alright with me." Cindy said, reaching out and gently touching my hand.

"Now get home. A pretty girl like yourself, doesn't want to be out too late." Cindy said.

"Thanks, Cindy." I replied.

As I left the mall that night, I felt so confused. I really loved being a girl, but wasn't sure about my ability to really do it. I mean, I felt so feminine and so natural, but I wondered about how to really convince another girl my age, and more importantly how to be completely honest about my anatomy. Again, as I drove home, I decided that time would lead me to an answer, and that the one thing that I really knew, was how much I loved being a girl.

When I got home, my mother was sitting in the living room, waiting for my arrival. She had picked up some chinese food and had a nice dinner ready, when I arrived. After changing into my pajamas, I went back out to the kitchen and ate dinner. We chatted about my experiences that day.

She was quite understanding and only explained that my feelings of confusion and occassional insecurity was what she had tried to express to me.

"I know, mother, but I still want to keep going." I responded.

"Well, if you're sure, Michelle." She said.

"I am, mother." I said.

"I just have to become more feminine..." I said without thinking.

"What do you mean by that, Michelle..." My mother asked.

"I'm not quite sure, mother." I replied.

"Well, let's just take it one step at a time, dear." She said.

"I know, mother." I said.

When we were finished with dinner, we both did the dishes and then went into the living room to watch the eleven o'clock news.

"Well, time for bed. At least for me, dear." My mother said, as the weather portion of the program came on the screen of the television.

"Good night, mother. I think that I'll just stay up for a bit tonight." I said.

"Still trying to sort out your feelings, dear..." She asked, as she sat down on the love seat, next to me.

"I am, mother. But I only know that I feel so comfortable, but then again, so unnatural, as a girl, at least in the presence of other girls my age...At least as I am now." I said.

"What do you mean, dear..." She asked.

"Well, you know, mother. I mean, maybe I should become more feminine, and then I would be more natural." I said, again, without thinking.

"Oh, hon, not now, I mean, you're just starting. Lets give it some time." She said.

"You're right, mother. But I just want to be completely feminine...and I know that..." I replied.

"Michelle, take it slowly. I've been doing some reading and what you are suggesting, if I understand what you're saying, may have irreversible implications." Mother exclaimed.

"I know, mother, but I'm pretty sure..." I said.

"Well, after seeing you and watching you the past couple of weeks, I anticipated this, but let's make completely sure..." She returned, with a smile and a kiss on my forehead.

"You're right, mother. And thanks, for understanding." I replied, looking up at her smile.

My mother went to bed and I sat up that evening watching television, but preoccupied with thoughts of passing with a girl my own age and my desire to be more feminine. I could only think about the alternatives to becoming more feminine, and for the first time, I realized that my desires were starting to overcome my previous apprehensions. In fact, as I went fell asleep that night, thoughts of having my own breasts, filled my mind.

Over the course of the next two weeks, I became completely comfortable going to work as Michelle, and even became more comfortable being around Ashley. She really seemed to like me, and I really liked having a friend, as a girl. I mean, she would always give me pointers about what display needed to be changed or what a customer wanted. She even started to point out the guys that came in and pretrended to buy things for their girlfriends. She told me that when they said that the girlfriend was about their size, that really meant that they were buying it for themselves.

"Imagine that..." is all I could say...feeling so comfortable. Things were going great, I thought.

Then one Monday afternoon, Ashley came out of the office, with the paychecks for the week. I was off that day, but had come in to get my check.

"Hey, Michael, I mean, Michelle. Here's your paycheck." She said, as she gave me my check, and giggled.

Suddenly, I thought that she knew, and I didn't know what to do. I just froze and held out my hand.

"Thanks, Ashley." I responded, taking the check from her hand.

"You really should tell them about the misprint, dear. You may have trouble cashing that check, Michelle." She said.

With that I relaxed and smiled.

"I will, Ashley." I said.

"Hey, Michelle, I'm just about to get off and I know that you just came in to get your check. So I thought that maybe you could come over to my house and go swimming. Interested..." She asked.

"Sure..." I replied, without thinking and still reeling from the momentary thought that she had realized my real identity.

"Great, here's my address. Now go get your suit and I'll meet you in an hour or so." Ashley said, as she giggled.

I took the piece of paper and walked out of the mall, with my check. I was dressed in just a tshirt and shorts and my dark brown, three inch, slides. I had a dark red nail polish and lip gloss on. It was quite warm, and I suddenly realized what I had agreed to, as I walked out of the mall.

As I got in my car and noticed my red toes and fingers, I started getting quite nervous about what had just happened and what I had agreed to. But when I got home, I quickly grabbed my swimming suit and a towel and left, again without thinking. It was only about noon and I thought that I could go swimming and then see how things went. Despite my uncertainty, I suddenly decided that it was about time to see how I could do with a real girl my age, so to speak.

When I got to Ashley's, I slowly pulled up the drive and got out of the car. I went to the front door and rang the doorbell. As I stood there with suit and towel in hand, I again got that, I want to just leave feeling, but for some reason just stood there, until the door opened and I saw Ashley.

"Come in, Michelle." She said.

"Thanks, Ashley." I replied.

I stepped inside and noticed that Ashley was already into her two piece, bikini. She led me back to her bedroom and told me that I could change in there. I suddenly realized that I should have changed at home and quickly became very apprehensive about changing in her bedroom.

Oh well, I thought, as she closed the door behind me. So I slipped my shoes off and slid my shorts down my legs. Then I got out of my tshirt and undid my bra and placed it, along with my breast forms onto her bed. Then I slid my panties down my legs and reached over to the bed, for my swimming suit.

As I reached for my swimming suit, suddenly the bedroom door swung open.

"Sorry, Michelle, I just thought, that..." Ashley, said, as she came into the bedroom holding a two piece, bikini.

"I just thought that you might want to try...this one...Oh my gawd...what is that..." She screamed.

"Oh my gawd..." She screamed again, as I tried to cover my pubic area and my breasts, at the same time.

"Oh, Ashley..." I started...

"Michelle, or should I say, Michael...just what exactly are you..." She exclaimed, now starting to calm down, and then she started to giggle.

"Are you really just a little sissy, boy..." She said, still giggling.

"No...I have to go..." I started to say and began crying, standing there tyring to cover myself.

"Hey, relax, Michelle, you don't have to go anywhere, dear...I know..." She said, as she came over to me and pulled my hands away from my body.

"Wow, I can't believe it. I always knew that there was something a bit different, but you look so feminine, and completely shaven. I'm sorry, I just haven't seen anything like this before..." Ashley exclaimed and then smiled.

Although I really wanted to ask her about that comment, I just couldn't say a word at that moment.

"Michelle, hon, please relax. I know, and I think that you look great. But I have never seen anything like this and just wanted to see." Ashley exclaimed.

"I always sensed that there was something different about you and then when I saw your check today, I asked Cindy." She said.

"But she was supposed to keep that a secret." I quietly said, again starting to cry.

"She has, Michelle. In fact when I asked her about the name thing, she tried to explain to me that it was a typographical error. But when I explained the very subtle differences that I had noticed over the past couple of weeks, she explained to me your situation. Then she also told me not to tell anyone, including you, as she had told you that it would remain confidential." She said.

"So..." Is all that I could say.

"No, problem, Michelle. I mean, that's how you are to me, dear. You're quite convincing and very pretty. It stays right here, as far as I'm concerned. I just had to see. I'm so sorry, if I've embarressed you...Really..." Ashley said and then came over and helped me into the two piece suit that she had brought into the bedroom.

"You look great, Michelle. Now lets get some sun, dear." She said, after fitting the bottom up over my hips.

"Ashley..." I said.

"What, Michelle..." She responded.

"Thanks...Really..." I whispered.

We then went out to the pool and just laid in the sun and took a dip or two in the pool. It was great, as we would swim for a bit and then, get out and towel off or let the sun dry us. It was really great, as I noticed that Ashley was just as strong or stronger as I was. She was a couple of inches taller than I was and she definitely let me know it when we played in the pool.

After that day, I definitely knew that I wanted to go farther. I had such a great time talking with Ashley and we continued to go out after that day. We went shopping together and she introduced me to dressing rooms. She showed me how to behave and pass in a dressing room, turning slightly away, so not to draw attention to myself.

It was great having a job en femme and having a good friend also. But around the end of the third week, I noticed that my facial hair was starting to return. I spoke with my mother and Cindy and another appointment at the salon was scheduled. I had to miss work for a week, but Ashley agreed to fill in for me.

This time I did the salon appointment, by myself. Candice redid my hair, about the same as last time, and redid my nails. But when she waxed my face, it turned really red and began swelling. Although, she gave me some ice packs, she explained that my facial skin couldn't take another waxing, and that it wouldn't be quite so effective.

I couldn't go to work that day and not even Sunday. By Monday, I was alright and returned to work. I explained to Cindy, how sorry I was, and also apologized to Ashley. Although they both told me not to worry, I did worry that they were filling in for me too much.

That next week or so, I agreed to work all kinds of hours, to give Ashley a break.

We continued going out at night and had some great times.

I remember one night that we went out after work, to a little place right in the mall. I had my little, dark blue, pleated skirt and light blue, blouse on, with the same sandals that I had on that first day. I was standing at the bar with Ashley and a guy came up from behind and slid his hand up the back of my thigh.

Suddenly, I felt so excited, but I knew that I had to relax the situation. So I slowly turned and smiled.

He was a young, black gentleman, and very tall and quite well built.

"Hey, I'm, Antoine, Tony, for short..." He said, still sliding his hand up the back of my thigh.

"I'm, Michelle..." I said, as I was starting to get interested, but knew that really had to leave, this time.

So, while Ashley watched, I slid my hands up, around his neck and gave him a soft, slow kiss. Then, I explained that I had to go, and gave him a made up telephone number, as Ashley pulled me away.

We both giggled, as we walked out into the parking lot.

"You are Michelle, you know, Michelle..." Ashley said as we got into my car.

"What do you mean, Ashley..." I asked.

"I mean, just think about what you just did, dear..." She said.

"I know, Ashley...I hope that I wasn't too forward..." I said.

"Not at all, Michelle...But I think that you might...start thinking about a further change, dear..." She said.

"I know, Ashley..." I replied.

As I drove Ashley home, and on the way back to my home, I realized that I had just exhibited my real desires in public. I knew what Ashley was getting at...A more permanent change...

When I went back into work the following week, I caught Cindy, one evening, and described my desire to go forward.

"What do you mean, Michelle...I do know that Candice has told me that you can't just have another waxing procedure..." Cindy said.

"I know, but I think that I want to go forward, Cindy." I replied.

"I can only think of electrolysis...dear...are you sure..." Cindy said.

"I am, and I've been thinking about hormones." I said.

"Oh wow, you have been... I think that you have to speak with your mother, dear." Cindy smiled.

"I thought that you would say that, Cindy." I said.

"Well, you have to be honest, dear." Cindy replied.

"I know." I said, as I left work that night.

For the next week or so, I didn't know how to approach the topic, but knew that I had to have a talk with my mother. Then one night, I decided that the time had come. It was early August and I was sitting in the living room on a Sunday night, as my mother came in and sat down next to me on the sofa.

"So how are things going, dear..." She asked.

"Alright, I guess, mother...But I really want to go a bit farther...I think..." I said.

"I knew that this might be coming, especially after your last waxing." My mother said.

"I know, mother, I think that I would like to try electolysis...I mean that is the only thing left..." I said, looking up at her.

"So what about hormones, ever thought about that..." She replied, as I was totally surprised by her suggestion, at least coming from her.

"I have mother, and I think that I would like to do that." I said.

"You can't be serious, Michelle..." She said.

"I am, mother." I said.

"Oh dear, are you sure...I love you as Mi...Michelle, but this is something very serious..." She exclaimed.

"I know, mother...and I'm quite sure. Really, I am..." I replied.

"Well, I didn't want this to go so far, but lets make an appointment with a psychologist and then we'll go from there. Fair enough..." She asked.

"Fair enough..." I replied.

The following week, I had an appointment with a psychologist, that much to my surprise, suggested that I keep dressing and even see an endroconologist to begin hormone treatment. My mother was quite distressed, but then, started to relax a bit, as it was explained that I would also have to go through a month long series of elecrolysis treatements wherein, I would have to let my facial hair grow out. So instead of continuing to dress, I would have to let things go and be a boy again for another month or so, and also begin hormones at the same time.

The irony was so depressing, but I decided, whatever it took.

The following day, I explained the process to Cindy and she said that, if I was sure, that I could work in the back during the transition. She continuously asked me, if I was sure, and I repeatedly answered yes.

Despite the fact that I would have to go back to being a boy, in order to be a girl, I wanted to go ahead with it all, and I think that my mother thought that going back to being a boy would solve the problem. In fact I even put off enrolling in college, until I could complete the change. I knew that I could enroll in a nearby community college after the change, and my mother, agreed.

Until that point, Josh and I hadn't even gone out once that summer. He was working during the day and when I got home at night he was usually already asleep. Even on the weekends, by the time that I got home from the mall, he would either already be out or getting some rest for the next day. I knew that during that time he must have been going out and having fun, and although I missed being around him, I had also enjoyed spending my time with my new friends.

However, the Saturday before I started the process, and he left for college at a university some distance away, we did go out to the movies together. That night I explained what was going on and we both agreed that it would be good that he wouldn't be around to see my change. Nothing sensual happened that late August night, but I found it so difficult to kiss him goodnight that evening. I was wearing a soft, white, short sleeved blouse and a long, flowing dark blue skirt, with a floral print and my dark blue, leather sandals.

As we walked to my front door, I knew that I just had to kiss him one more time. He still made me quite excited, and the thought of his departure made me feel quite depressed. So when we reached my front door, I leaned back against the door and looked into his eyes. I was melting, as he looked back. Then he leaned over and we gently kissed. I closed my eyes and let his hands caress my little behind, as my excitement started to increase. I wasn't sure why I was getting so excited or why I decided to pull away. But I eventually did and he looked back and said goodbye.

When I closed the door behind me, I just leaned back on the inside of the door and started to cry. Again, I wasn't sure why, but I was pretty sure why. So I got changed and just continued to cry. After an hour or so, I found myself laying in bed. I actuallly felt much better after crying, a new realization that I had discovered over the summer. Then I started thinking about the changes coming up and slowly fell asleep.

For the next month or so, I visited Candice twice a week and although my face was very sensitive, I started to notice that any facial hair that I had was quickly disappearing. At the same time, I also started the hormone treatment. I could notice my nipples enlarging and my hips getting a bit rounder.

During that time I continued to wear panties, with jeans and mostly tshirts and sneakers. I wasn't sure how I looked, as my face was still quite feminine with the arched brows, soft complexion, and my, ever increasingly, longer hair. But I really didn't care. I even kept my body completely shaven and actually wore girls' jeans and sneakers.

About once a week or so, Ashley would ask me to go out. But I always, thanked her and said that I couldn't. We shifted our schedules, as she was starting classes at the nearby community college and I started to work the late mornings, into the early afternoon, and she started to work the evenings.

During that time, I just was getting very anxious to be back to normal.

Then during my last visit to Candice's salon, she said that I was ready to go, and also gave me a complete treatment.

It was nearly the end of September and my hair had grown a great deal. So Candice colored my hair back to a blonde look and crimped it into a firm perm, with short curls, that reached just below my shoulders. It was great, as it was parted slightly to the left and caressed my shoulders.

Once again, for the first time in about four weeks, I got dressed and loved it as I slid a pair of dark blue, satin panties up over my more than little behind. I followed with a mathching bra, over my developing breasts. I still needed a pair of breast forms, but followed with a pair of nude pantyhose and my favorite dark, brown, three inch slides. I slid a short sleeved, off white blouse, on, and then finished with my favorite pair of short, tan cotton, shorts and suspenders.

I walked out of the salon and down the mall to the boutique.

At the front of the boutique, I saw both Cindy and Ashley, and they both stoppped what they were doing and hurried over to me giggling and saying hello.

"Hi, Michelle, and we really mean, Michelle..." They both said.

"Thanks, really, thanks...so much..." I said and started to cry.

We quickly all retreated back to the office and giggled about how I looked and how I felt. It was so great, that when I got home, I had to tell my mother, how great that I felt and how I just wanted to continue and become more feminine.

She was very apprehensive, but had already allowed me to do hormones for a month or so, so she decided that I could continue, knowing that I could do it on my own. But I was so glad that my mother understood, or, at least, tried to understand. Maybe a part of it was also that I had agreed to enroll in classes for the winter semester at the same community college that Ashley attended. Either way, it didn't really matter, as I wanted to go to college anyway.

The next day, I was back to work, as Michelle, dressed in a very short dark brown skirt, with a long sleeved, white blouse, white hose and my three inch, dark brown, suede pumps. It was great to be dressed normally, again, I thought, as I was also again working out front in the boutique, setting up displays and helping the customers.

It felt so nice not to have to worry about any facial hair. There was simply nothing there and my face felt so smooth. I continued to wear a light foundation, but very light, almost unnoticable. I just felt so natural.

Over the next few weeks, I also continued to notice the growth of my breasts and hips. Almost on a daily basis, I kept noticing that my breasts kept growing and my hips got rounder. By the end of November, I could fill out my B cup bras, without any forms, and they seemed so sensitive. I mean, my enlarged nipples were extremely sensitive and my own breasts were starting to bounce when I walked. Even my little behind, also seemed to bounce. I also noticed how my panties and jeans seemed to caress my hips and little behind, and how easier they were to button around my waist.

Then one day, when my mother had already left for work, I went into her bedroom, with just a robe and panties on. As I let the robe slide off my shoulders, I was amazed at the figure. I just stared at the firm breasts and rounded hips and behind. Definitely hourglass, I thought, as I giggled in enjoyment. Although, my male anatomy was still present, it seemed so small, compared to my other attributes. It was almost unnoticeable inside the panties. Although, I discovered that it was definitely still there, as I slid my red fingernails over my nipples. I mean, it was so strange to watch my little male part grow, as I stroked my nipples. Oh wow, the irony, I thought, as I giggled and kept teasing my nipples.

But all too soon, and before any further excitement, I noticed that it was time to get ready for work, and I got dressed.

It was Thursday, and I decided on a professional, but provocative look for the day. I mean, I just had to show off what I had developed. So I slid a matching satin bra up over my shoulders and over my breasts. But this time, as I smoothed the soft fabric of the bra over my breasts, I could definitely feel a protruding nipple in the center of each cup. It was amazing, as I didn't need any forms, and I realized that the nipples were all mine.

Then I sat down on my bed and rolled a pair of seemed, nude pantyhose up over my legs. I had been saving this pair for a special occassion and it had definitely arrived, I thought. Making sure that the seems were in place I slipped a pair of red, three inch, suede pumps onto my feet. Then I went into the bathroom and redid my makeup with a dark eyeliner and black masscara. I followed with a light shade of shadow on my eyelids and outlined my lips in a dark red color and filled in with a bright red lip gloss. I finished my makeup with a few strokes of pink blush over my upper cheeks.

As I brushed out my hair, I was became estactic, just gazing in the mirror.

I quickly went back into my bedroom and decided to enhance the cleavage that I had seen. I opened my dresser and took out a nude colored, elastic slip that I had purchased from the boutique a day or so before. As I slipped it up over my hips, I could feel its formation take hold. I mean, I didn't need it so much around my waist, but it definitely increased the cleavage, as I drew the straps up over my shoulders. I just had to see the results.

So I quickly tip toed, back into my mother's bedroom and again, just started to stare and pose. I looked great, I thought, as I returned to my bedroom. I aslo noticed how the slip made my thighs slide back and forth against each other as I walked. Oh wow, what a feeling and what a sound, I thought, as I walked.

I finished my appearance with the usual gold jewelry and then slipped a new purchase over my shoulders and started to button. It was a thigh high, red, jacket dress, that buttoned down the front. The gold buttons came to just below the middle of my breasts and totally showed off the cleavage that I had created, and was now mine, I thought.

I returned to the dressing mirror and was totally amazed at the cleavage and shapely look. The dress was tailored to come in at the waist and hug the hips. It looked and felt great.

Although it was the beginning of November, it was still warm, and I really didn't need a jacket. However, I had purchased a light tan, rain coat and decided that it would go well. I felt that maybe I was a bit overdressed for work, but I just felt so nice in that outfit, that I couldn't wear anything else. So, again, I grabbed my purse and sunglasses and left for work.

It was almost eleven, when I arrived at the mall. As I walked to the front of the boutique, I saw Cindy opening and waved. I walked into the boutique and started to browse, as Cindy came over.

"Anything that I can help you with, madam..." She smiled and asked.

"Oh, I'm not quite sure today, dear..." I replied.

Then we both started to giggle, as I took off my sunglasses and rain coat.

"Wow, quite the professional today, Michelle..." Cindy said, as she smiled and we walked back to the office.

"So why the professional look today, dear...and the cleavage is great...I must add..." Cindy asked.

"I don't know, Cindy. I just noticed a few things and decided that I really wanted to show off a bit today, I guess...I hope that its alright..." I replied.

"Alright...its better than alright, dear...You just might sell a few pair of those pantyhose also...They look great, now lets get to work..." She said, as she smiled and held my hand.

"Oh by the way, the look, means that you have to be the saleslady today, dear..." She added.

"Really, Cindy...I'm not so sure about that..." I said, as my thighs slid together.

"You'll do fine, Michelle, especially with those thighs going..." Cindy said and smiled.

Then we went to work and I made so many sales that day. I was constantly greeting new customers and the ladies were so nice. I showed them panties, corsets and especially hose.

Ashley, called in and I agreed to work the entire day. When we were through, Cindy thanked me for staying late and I told her that I really was feeling very comfortable. I mean, I loved it, I said, as she smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, as I left.

When I got home, my mother was still up and waiting for me, as I closed the front door.

"Where have you been, dear..." She asked, as I put my purse down on the serving table in the living room.

"At work, mother. Ashley called in and I decided to stay and help Cindy." I replied, as I slid my rain coat off and held it in my arms.

"Well, you could at least call..." My mother started.

"Oh my, Mi...Michelle..." She said, as I turned back to look at her.

"What's wrong, mother..." I asked.

"Nothing, dear, its just that you look, so...so...I mean the breasts...I didn't realize...is that really you..." She asked as she got up from the sofa and started to look at me closely.

"Its me, mother...do you like it..." I said.

"Well, my goodness, dear...you look so much...like...well, Mi...I mean Michelle..." She said, walking around me and looking through her glasses.

"Like, Michelle, I hope, mother..." I replied, standing and turning.

"Well, yes...dear...seamed hose...well now..." She exclaimed.

"I know that they're a bit much, but I love the look, don't you..." I asked.

"Oh, dear...You look so lovely...but I still miss you...as..." She said, as she sat back down on the sofa.

"I know, mother, but I really love the changes and it's still me..." I said, sitting down next to her.

"I know, hon...but you could have called...young lady..." She insisted.

"I'm sorry, mother, I didn't think of it...I'm so sorry..." I said softly, looking down.

"Its alright, dear. I'm just glad that you're alright and yes, I hadn't noticed the changes lately..." She replied, and held my shoulders.

"I hadn't lately either, mother, but today, I did and just decided to try a new look..." I said.

"Well, that being said, I just wanted to let you know that we are going away for a couple of days, after the new year, if you like..." My mother started.

"Oh really, where, mother..." I asked.

"Josh's mother and I thought that we could get a place in the Poconos for a couple of days over the holiday break, the week after New Years and that maybe you and Josh could go skiing and that we could just have a nice day or two, away, together." She said.

"Sounds great to me, mother." I said.

"Great, dear, and we were planning on meeting on the Thursday after New Years, at the condo that we've rented. But just for that night and the next day and then coming home on Saturday. Are still you interested..." She asked.

"Sure, sounds like fun, mother." I added.

"I mean, I didn't get much of a chance to see Josh this summer, and it will be a great chance to get away, before I start classes." I said.

"I know, dear, and his mother and I really want to get away and see...well...see if you two still get along...But I must admit that I don't think that Josh's mother will know you...Michelle..." My mother said, starting to giggle a bit.

"I'm sure that Josh and I will be fine, mother." I replied.

"Well we only rented a two bedroom condo, dear...I mean that is how much Josh's mother knows about how you've changed." She said, looking at me.

"Not a problem, mother, we are still best friends..." I said, looking at her and leaning forward for a hug.

When I went to bed that night, I could only imagine sharing a room with Josh, with my new found changes. But those thoughts were quickly replaced by the ideas that I started to consider about what to wear and what to buy.

Over the next two weeks I bought a pair of pink, silk, long underwear and a pair of really tight fitting, black ski pants. I also got a new, parka jacket and a couple of pairs of opaque tights, some ski stockings and a couple of turtlenecks. I was ready, I thought, as we left on that Thursday morning.

When we left that morning, I was dressed in a white turtle neck with matching white tights, form fitting jeans and a pair of light brown, soft leather, over the ankle shoes, that strapped up the middle. Although I started the trip in my new short, parka, jacket, I took it off on the ride two hour ride to the condo.

On the ride, we didn't talk of much, except how things were going and what to expect when we arrived. My mother kept telling me that although, Josh and I would be sharing a room, that, well, you know, she would say, and I completely understood, and agreed.

"Mother, it will be fine..." I said.

"Well, I'm not so sure about that, dear...and I definitely know that Josh's mother will be concerned, when she sees you, I mean..." She said, as we pulled into the parking lot outside of the condo.

It was great a little condo, type of townhouse, and it was apparrent that Josh and his mother had already arrived as the outside lights were on to let us know which condo to enter.

We got out of the car and both carried our suitcases over to the entrance of the condo. Without even knocking, Josh answered the door and welcomed us into the condo.

As we stood there waiting for his mother, I just wanted to give Josh a kiss, but knew that I couldn't as he shook our hands and we walked inside and smelled the dinner cooking. Then, his mother arrived at the doorway.

"Well, please come in love..." She said to my mother with a hug.

"You too, Michelle...come in..." She giggled.

"Oh my, you have changed, dear..." Josh's mother said, as I took off my coat.

"Thanks..." I replied, as Josh took our suitcases to our respective rooms.

My mother and I took our shoes off and walked inside. Then I noticed Josh's mother staring at my fingers and then my toes and then my breasts. But my mother took her into the kitchen and Josh came back upstairs and we sat down on the couch.

"Just relax, Michelle." Josh said, as we sat down.

"But, Josh, we're downstairs and they're upstairs." I replied.

"I know...but just relax...You know that she's not used to seeing a boy in tights with painted nails..." He said, and smiled.

Then as we sat down on the sofa, next to each other, I just wanted to kiss him so much, but realized that I couldn't. So we just sat there and talked.

It was really great getting to know my best friend again. Over dinner and all that night, he kept telling me about how much he really liked going to college and what I was missing. I was so interested, but also, so excited, as he described his experiences, as out mothers just watched us talk.

After dinner, Josh and I retreated to the couch in the living room, with a nice fire burning and just watched television, until we both fell asleep. That night we kept our distance, until we both went downstairs to our bedroom.

Thank goodness that there were two double beds, so I told Josh to get done in the adjoining bathroom and that I would follow. As he changed and brushed his teeth, I quickly got changed and waited in bed for him to be finished.

Then, I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and put some moisturizer on my face.

A few minutes later, I walked back out into the bedroom, I noticed that Josh was asleep. I walked over to him, in my satin pajamas and kissed him on the cheek and noticed a little smile, as I retreated to my own bed and went to sleep. We had both decided that it was too close to let anything happen, at least that night.

The next morning, I woke up at about eight and just laid in bed for a bit. I noticed that Josh hadn't gotten up yet and decided to get into the bathroom first. I took a nice little shower and came out in my terry cloth robe, flinging my hair so that it would dry.

Josh still wasn't up, so I went upstairs and started some coffee. Then, as I sipped a cup of coffee, and without anyone else getting up, I decided to get changed. While my hair dried, I went back downstairs and slipped into a pair of panties and bra. I went into the bathroom and redid my masscara and light pink lip gloss. Then I went into the bedroom, where Josh was still asleep, and slipped on a pair of panties and bra. I followed those with a pair of pink, opaque, tights. Then I slid the silk, long underwear, top over my head. I followed that with a pink turtleneck and finally the tight, black ski pants.

I went back into the bathroom and brushed out my hair, which was now dry. When I went back out into the bedroom, Josh was getting up and I just couldn't resist, so I walked over and bent over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Morning, Josh. Hey, lets get going..." I said, and smiled.

"Hey..." He said, as I quickly got up off the bed and walked out of the room.

"Now, get up, Josh...and lets get going..." I said, loud enough to know that our mothers could hear upstairs, as I walked upstairs and into the kitchen.

He just smiled, as I walked away with a bit of a sway that I knew that he noticed.

"Morning, Michelle...Is that all that you're going to wear, dear..." Josh's mother said, as I walked into the kitchen.

"Yes, I don't think that its that cold today..." I replied, as I walked over and poured a cup of coffee and smiled at my mother.

"You have really filled out nicely, dear..." She added, again staring and giggling.

"Thanks, but we really do have to get going...Josh..." I shouted.

With that both mothers started to relax a bit.

After a while, Josh and I were leaving and going over to the lodge to get our lift tickets and equipment.

As I sat and put my little feet inside of the boots that I was renting I could see the technician start to stare at my pink toes, inside of the pink tights. I got so excited, watching him look. Then I stood up in the boots and slowly walked over and outside. I was so excited as I pushed down on the skis, and started to push off to the chair lift.

Josh followed, as I giggled and pulled my goggles down over my eyes, with just an ear warmer over my hair.

We skiied for most of the day, only stopping to get a bit of a snack around noon or so. I was really excited to watch the other men in the lodge stare at my tight, but bouncing behind, inside of the tight, lycra pants. Even on the slopes, I noticed more than a few men, staring at my behind.

When we got done skiing, we stayed around the lodge for an hour or so, sipping on a couple of drinks. We had returned our equipment and we were sitting around the lodge's lounge, as I slipped off my shoes and started running my toes up, Josh's leg.

"Ohhhhh, Michelle..." He said, smiling back at me.

"Its been so long, Josh...and you might like the changes..." I replied, smiling at him.

"I'm sure that I will, but we have to wait, dear..." He said.

So I smiled and slipped back into my shoes and we left the lodge.

On the walk back over to the condo, Josh held my hand and I just felt so nice, as I also leaned over and laid my head onto his chest. Then, I suddenly stopped and looked at Josh.

"I've missed you so much, hon..." I said, leaning completely into his chest.

"I've missed you too, Michelle, but later, love..." He said, and continued walking.

I was so disappointed, as I knew that he wanted me like before. I guess that I was wrong, I thought as we continued back to the condo and greeted our mothers.

After a nice dinner of leftovers, our mothers decided that they wanted to go out for the evening, and after saying that we were both too tired, they left the condo and us alone.

When they finally left, I found myself laying on the sofa in the living room in front of a burning fire. I was so dissappointed that Josh didn't find me attractive, I thought, as I laid there. Then I started feeling a bit warm and decided to take off my turtleneck, leaving just the pink, silk, long underwear top on. So there I was in my pink tights and tight, black, lycra ski pants and pink, silk top, laying on the sofa, in front of a really nice fire, watching television.

"Mind, if I join you, Michelle..." I heard, as I turned to look at Josh dressed in just his long underwear, sit down next to me.

"Of course not, Josh. But I didn't think that you wanted to...well...you know...after this afternoon..." I replied.

"I know, but we couldn't risk letting out mothers know about this...I mean, you haven't said anything about us to you mother, have you..." He said, softly looking at me.

"Josh...I have told my mother everything, but not about our being together like this..." I said, as I looked back into his warm eyes.

"Oh, Michelle, I am so...well..." He said, leaning over to kiss me.

"I know, Josh...I am so..." I whispered into his ear, as he started kissing me.

I just laid back and let him kiss me so passionately, as he crawled on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him. He was so strong, I realized, as he got up and took off his shirt. I let my little pink fingers run down along his chest and caressed his head and ran my fingers through his hair, as he started to lower his head to my breasts and start kissing my breasts through my silk top.

"Oh, Josh, I love it..." I whispered into his ear.

"I love it too, Michelle..." He softly replied, as his hands slipped my top up over my breasts, with only my bra showing.

Then, he got up and picked me up in his arms and carried me down to our bedroom. I was so amazed at this, that I leaned up in his arms and kissed him and just let my tongue wander through his mouth.

It was like so amazing, as he put me down on the bed and stood in front of me and took off the rest of his long underwear. Laying on the bed, I slowly slid my top off and then pulled my tight ski pants down and off my legs. Next I slid my pink tights off and layed there in my panties and bra, as he got back on top of me.

I was so in love, I thought, as he went back and forth on top of me. Then he undid my bra and started to kiss my breast.

I felt so aroused as I naturally wrapped my legs around my lover. I was really was a girl, I thought, as he continued to excite my nipples with his tongue.

"I can't believe your breasts, Michelle, they're perfect...and your round hips and behind..." He whispered into my ear, as he laid down on top of me.

"Oh, Josh, I just want you in me..." I moaned, not knowing what I was saying.

"Alright, Michelle, I think that I would love that too..." He softly replied, as he reached for something from the nightstand and slowly pulled down myn panties and then pulled my legs tight around his waist, again leaning over, kissing my breasts and nibbling on my nipples...

"Oh, Josh that feels so nice..." I said, not knowing, but waiting for him.

Then, I could feel him gently trying to enter my behind.

"Oh, Josh, please be gentle..." I said.

"I will, Michelle, my love..." He replied.

Then, I could just feel him slowly sliding in and out. At first it really hurt, but as he slid in and out, with the lubricated condom, I started to thrust my hips up and it started feeling so nice and natural, that I started to moan. It felt so nice, that I could also feel my own excitement start to grow, as I felt Josh inside me, starting to get really excited.

"Oh hon..." I moaned, as he went back and forth, caressing my round, little behind with his strong hands and pulling me to him.

"I love it, Michelle...Oh my...." He said, as he started to jerk and then we both just collapsed into each others arms.

That night, we slept together, in each other's arms. It was so great, as I felt so completely feminine and so totally Josh's girlfriend.

The next morning, I awoke at eight or so, and noticed that Josh wasn't there next to me. Then I smelled the aroma of coffee brewing and got up out of bed and wrapped my terry cloth robe around my naked body. Although, I was concerned about our mothers presence, I knew that they had been up late last night and would probably not be up yet. So I continued up the stairs and saw Josh in the kitchen starting breakfast.

I just stood there for a minute or two, staring at him. Then he noticed me staring and returned the smile.

"Hey, Michelle." He said.

"Morning, Josh." I replied, as I smiled and walked across the room in my barefeet and wrapped my arms around him.

"You've really changed, Michelle...I mean, I love those..." He started to say, as he looked down at my breasts.

"I know, or got the impression, last night, Josh." I said, as I laid my head against his chest.

"I even think that...well, I mean... I think that I might really love, you...Michelle..." He softly replied, as he turned and wrapped his arms around me.

"I know, dear..." I whispered into his ear, as I stood on my tip toes and gently kissed his lips.

 

(the end for now, but more to come, I think)

 

 

 

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