Girlish

(A love story)

by Karen Singer

 

Chapter 1

 

The University was nestled in the hills just outside of the city. After driving for almost eight hours, I was filled with pride and excitement as soon as I spotted the campus wall that told me I had finally arrived. I was thrilled to finally be going here. It had been a long time dream and now, I was finally here. It almost didn't happen. My SAT scores were only barely high enough to qualify and I had originally gotten a letter that told me I was qualified and accepted but no space was available for me and I would be put on a waiting list until a space opened up. Then, right around the beginning of August, the new letter came telling me a space was available if I wanted it. Did I want it? You bet!

Of course there were some minor problems. There were no dorm rooms available for one thing, but I had made a trip out here two weeks ago to do some looking around and the campus housing office had pointed me to Mrs. Whitaker's rental house. She has several old Victorian style homes that she has renovated and turned into rental places for the students. Fortunately she had one bed available in a house that was only a few blocks away from the campus. The house has 4 bedrooms and each bedroom has two beds and two desks. When she rents a room, she puts either two boys or two girls in the same room. But as she told me after I paid my deposit. What happens after we move in is none of her business and she was not my mother. As long as we paid our rent and didn't wreck the place, she didn't care or even want to know what happened there. According to her, I would be sharing the back upstairs room with a football player named Bruce.

As I drove up to the house I saw three other students sitting on the wide front porch talking. I saw them all look my way as soon as I turned into the driveway and drove to the parking area in back. As I was pulling one of my suitcases out of the trunk, all three of them came out the back door to meet me; two drop-dead gorgeous girls and one huge guy.

"Hi, I'm Bruce," the guy said to me as he held out his hand.

"Hey Bruce, I'm Steve," I said as I set my suitcase down and shook his hand. He was really, really big. I estimated close to 300 pounds and way over 6 feet tall.

"This is Melissa and Jill," he indicated as he introduced the two girls to me.

"Hi Melissa, hi Jill," I said to them. Melissa had long blond hair and bright blue eyes. Jill had long dark hair and brown eyes." All three of them looked very athletic. It sure was nice to be greeted by such friendly people.

I looked back at Bruce and said, "I guess we're going to be roommates."

"Not exactly," he replied. "There's been a slight change of plan. I'm rooming with Melissa. You're going to be rooming with Jill."

I'm sure the look of shock on my face showed just how hard it was for me to come to grips with that concept as I looked back and forth between Bruce and Jill. I saw a definite look of amusement on Jill's face as I finally got out a "But…" and that's all I could say.

Bruce just said matter-of-factly "Like it or lump it. That's the way it's going to be. If you don't like it, go find someplace else to live."

I was still having a bit of trouble sorting this all out, but I realized that there was no other place for me to go. As I looked again at Jill, I summoned up my courage and said to her, "I will be absolutely thrilled to share a room with you." And the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was true.

"Good," said Bruce with a slight note of satisfaction in his voice. "Let me help you with your stuff. It's the least I can do." Then a second later, as he was grabbing a box out of my trunk he looked down at me and said, "Boy, you sure are a scrawny one, aren't you." Then he turned and carried the big box into the house.

I've always known I was small, but I guess since most of my family was also on the short side, I considered myself normal. I just knew there were lots of taller people in the world.

Melissa and Jill each grabbed a small bag from my trunk and we headed into the house and up the stairs.

"Our room is back here," Jill said as she led me to the room that I had originally been planning to stay in. At least that much hadn't changed. The room had two twin size beds, two desks, and two wooden locker/closets in it. Much like a dorm room I supposed. "I got back yesterday," Jill said as she put my bag on the only unmade bed in the room. "I absolutely couldn't wait to get away from home again. How about you?" she asked. "Ever lived away from home before?"

"Not really," I answered as I set my suitcase down and looked around the room. "I made a trip out here to find a place to stay two weeks ago, but otherwise, this will be my first time living away from home."

"You'll love it," she said to me. "There's a lot you'll have to get used to, but otherwise, it's a lot better than living with your parents."

I liked living with my mother. My father had died a long time ago, and our family had been really close ever since. "I'm looking forward to it" was all I replied to that.

"Put your stuff away later," she said. "Come on down and visit for a while so we can all get to know each other."

"Fine by me," I replied as I finished checking out the room. It looked like she had taken all the furniture on the left side of the room, which left me everything on the right side. I certainly had no problem with that. I just wasn't sure how rooming with a girl was going to work out. On the other hand, she did seem to be really friendly.

As we walked out through the front door and onto the porch, Bruce reached down into a cooler and threw me a beer. "Catch," he said as he threw it at me. I was a bit surprised, but I caught it cleanly. He smiled as he held up his own beer and said "Welcome to college life."

"Thanks," I said as I held up my unopened beer in reply. I had only tried a few sips of beer once before, and I knew I wasn't fond of it. My family wasn't really the drinking type, but I guess I didn't want him to know that so I just opened the can and took a big swig – awful!

We spent quite a while talking out there and I learned (over and over again) that Bruce was an athletic major and was on the football team. Melissa was a cheerleader and Jill used to be one. But while Melissa was also majoring in athletics, Jill was majoring in economics. The other four members of the house were also back on campus but were just out. Aaron was an engineering student and supposedly into some strange stuff, exactly what they didn't say. Mark was into computer science like me and actually liked to help everyone out with their computer problems, although half the time nobody could understand what he was talking about. Brenda and Sharon were both enrolled in the pre med program and spent a lot of their time at the hospital.

When I finished my beer, Bruce threw me another one. He was on his third since I sat there I noticed. I also noticed that my head was not as firmly attached to my shoulders as it usually was, but I opened the can and took a swig anyway – just to be polite. I still didn't like it.

"God you're scrawny," Bruce said looking at me again. It's very embarrassing to be told that over and over again. "Look at the size of his wrists," he pointed out. I'll bet they're not any bigger than either of you girls," he added.

"Let's see," said Jill as she walked over and held her wrist next to mine. "I think mine is actually bigger than his is," she giggled. Her wrist was definitely a bit thicker than mine was. "How do you find watches to fit such a tiny wrist?" she asked.

This was definitely embarrassing. "Well, I usually have to have a lot of links taken out of the band and there are a lot of styles that I just can't wear. The one I have on now is really a bit looser than I would like it to be."

"Let me see your watch," Jill said as she grabbed my left arm and pulled the stretch band off of my hand. She put it on her own arm and said "It fits perfectly on me. I like it. Here, try my watch on." With that, she took her own watch off her arm and fastened the clasp around my wrist. It actually fit me perfectly. "We should switch watches," she said. "My watch fits you better and I like your watch better. It's easier to read."

Before I could say another word, Bruce asked "Just how tall are you?"

Why did he have to keep harping on how small I am? "I'm a full 5 foot 5 inches," I told him.

"Stand up." Melissa said. "Jill, stand back to back with him." Both Bruce and Melissa came over to examine our respective heights. "It's true, he's a little bit shorter than Jill is," Melissa said.

Bruce leaned down and put his face right in front of mine and said "Not much of a man, are you!" I think the beer was definitely getting to him.

"Ah…" I started trying to find something to say.

"You aught to be wearing dresses like a girl," he said directly to me again and emphasized his point by poking his finger into my chest and almost knocking me down before he went back to his chair. I didn't think I was going to like him when he got even more drunk.

Melissa and Jill both started to giggle. "That's a great idea," Jill said. Then it looked like a light bulb had gone off in her head. "Come on Mel," she said as she grabbed my arm and started pulling me toward the door. "I've got just the thing for him."

I wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but I also didn't seem to have any choice in the matter as I was being pulled into the house by both girls. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that it was probably going to be embarrassing.

As we headed for our room upstairs, Melissa said she needed to use the bathroom and headed for one upstairs at the front of the house. "That's a good idea," I said more to myself than to anyone else.

Jill obviously heard it because she just said. "Use the one next to our room. We usually let the front two rooms use the one up there and Brenda, Sharon and us can use the one back here."

"Works for me," I said as I went in to finally relieve myself. I had a bit of a problem locking the door, and finally had to just pee and hope nobody could come in. When I finished, I walked into our room and saw Melissa was already there looking into Jill's closet. "How do you lock the bathroom door?" I asked.

"Oh, it's broken," Jill replied. "It hasn't worked since before I came here. It's never really been a problem though," she said. "Now, take your clothes off," she said as she reached into her closet to pull something out.

"Huh, what for?" I asked.

"So we can try this dress on you," she said exasperatedly like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I'm not going to wear a dress," I said to them in horror as things finally clicked into place. I can be so dumb at times.

"Yes you are," said Melissa matter-of-factly.

"Now get undressed," Jill said again to me.

"But I don't want to," I said looking for a way out of it.

"I really don't care what you want or don't want," Jill said to me, "if I tell you to do it, then you're going to do it. And the sooner you realize that fact, the happier we'll both be. Now are you going to take your clothes off, or do we have to take them off you?"

"I can't," was all I could say in horror.

"You get his pants and I'll get his shirt," Melissa said. And with that, they both pushed me back on the bed and began stripping my clothes off. No matter what I said or did, I soon found myself stripped down to just my jockey underpants. I was very embarrassed. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Melissa said teasingly as she pulled me to my feet.

"Here, put these on," Jill said as she handed me a pair of her pantyhose.

"But…" I started looking for something to say.

"Stevie," Jill said coming over and looking me straight in the eyes. "Just sit down on that bed and put them on. Don't tell us what you don't want to do because we don't care. Just do it!"

She didn't seem to be leaving me any room to do anything else, so I just sat down on the bed.

"Roll them up like this before you put them on," she said as she showed me how to do it. It took some struggling, but I finally got them on. I'm sure my face was very red as I stood up and pulled them into place. "That's better," she said finally. "You can keep that pair and get me a new pair tomorrow. I don't want to wear them again after they've been on your hairy legs. Now, let me slip this on you," she said as she pulled a bra over my arms and fastened it behind me. "Get a couple of pairs of my socks," she said to Melissa.

Melissa dug into one of the drawers in Jill's closet and came back with two pairs of her gym socks which she then stuffed into the cups of my bra. "Much better," Jill said with some satisfaction. "Now, put this on," she said as she handed me the dress she had gotten out of her closet. The dress was a yellow cotton print with tiny red flowers all over it. The back zipper was already unzipped so I bent down and stepped into it and pulled it into place. "Good enough," Jill said as I was pulling it over my shoulders. I could tell that Melissa was trying hard to stifle her laughter. Jill zipped me up in back, then grabbed the wide ribbon that was sewn into the waist, pulled it very tight and tied it in back. I felt stupid as they both looked at me. The material was very soft against my skin and when I looked down I noticed that there was a lot of distance between the bottom of the skirt and my knees. I had never worn a dress before and it felt really weird.

"I think he needs a little make up," Melissa said.

"Definitely," Jill answered her. And with that she sat me down at her desk and opened her top drawer exposing a huge collection of jars and other items. "Now just hold still for a few minutes" she said as she began pulling stuff out of the drawer and putting this and that and who knows what else on my face. She finished it all off with some pink lipstick. All the makeup she put on me had a slight odor to it, but the taste and feel of the lipstick on my lips was really strange. I kept licking my lips and pressing them together again to try to get used to it.

"I think he likes it," Melissa said as she watched me.

"We'll have to get him some," Jill answered her laughingly.

"Ah, that's quite alright," I said to them. "It's just feels really strange on my lips."

"How about his shoes?" Melissa asked.

"Let's see if mine will fit him," Jill answered going over to her closet. "Here, try these on she said handing me a pair of tan sandals with small chunky heels.

I generally wear a men's size 8 shoe, and when I tried to put Jill's shoes on, they were very tight and my heel hung over the back a little bit, but I managed to get them buckled with no problem. "They're a bit small on you, but I think you can make do with them for today," she said. "Now let's go down and show you off."

"Do I have to?" I asked grabbing at straws.

"Stevie…" Jill started to say exasperatedly, then stopped staring at me thinking. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she said, "Stephanie! I think I'm going to call you Stephanie, from now on!"

"Oh, I like it," said Melissa with a huge grin.

"Now go downstairs Stephanie and don't even think about asking if you have to again," Jill said as she pushed me out into the hall.

The pantyhose on my legs felt cold and hot and electric, all at the same time. The dress brushing against my legs seemed to tickle as I walked. The bra around my chest felt very restricting and uncomfortable. It all felt very weird. I felt very stupid.

As we once again headed out onto the front porch, I noticed that there was another guy out there talking to Bruce. "Hey guys," Jill said as we walked out, "I'd like you to meet Stephanie."

What could I do, I was the center of attraction. So I struck a pose throwing out my hip and holding up an arm with my wrist bent and said jokingly "Hi everyone," in as girlish a voice as I could muster trying to be funny.

Bruce and the other guy just smiled at my antic. "How's he look now?" Jill asked Bruce.
"Much better!" Bruce said sounding somehow satisfied. "Someone like him aught to be dressing like that all the time."

"Stephanie, this is Mark," Melissa said introducing me to the other guy. Mark was tall and lanky. He looked like he would have been a good basketball player.

"Hi, Stephanie," he said jokingly. Then is whole face seemed to change as he shrugged off how I looked and began telling us about the new server he just got and about his plans to put a wireless network in the house so we can all access the internet faster and save money. They were right, this guy was very passionate about his computers. Since I was planning to major in computer science myself, I figured I really needed to get to be friends with him.

At some point, we ordered a couple of pizzas to go with the beer. When they arrived, Bruce and Mark paid for them and the rest of us told them we would kick in a few dollars later since our money was upstairs. I saw the delivery guy keep glancing at me. I was tempted to wave at him, but in the end, I just sat in my chair trying to be as unnoticeable as possible. I doubt I was very successful.

A few minutes after the pizza arrived, another guy came walking up the sidewalk. He definitely caught my attention. His short hair was bleached blond and was spiked up in the front. He was wearing mostly black leather, and as he got closer, I noticed that he had a lot of piercings. He had one in his eyebrow and each ear had at least four. "Hey Aaron," Bruce called out to him as he approached the steps, "good to see you again, my man!"

"Bruce the Bruise!" said Aaron as he got to the top of the steps and slapped his hand into Bruce's. Then his eye's caught me and he just starred, studying me. I couldn't tell a thing about what he was thinking as he looked at me. Talk about a poker face.

"Aaron," said Jill after a few seconds, "this is Stephanie, my new roommate." Did she have to introduce me like that?

"Aaahhh…," he said without ever taking his eyes off of me. "Nice to meet you Stephanie," he said to me at last. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he said it. Not only because of the way he said it to me, but because I noticed that his tongue was pierced too. How could he stand that, and how could he talk with that thing in his mouth?

We all sat out there talking about life and school and whatever until it started to get too cool. Then we moved into the living room. A little while later, two girls came in from the back. I could only assume that they were Sharon and Brenda. "Hey, everyone," said the larger of the two girls. She was a little on the plump side but seemed to be very friendly. The other girl was smaller and plain and didn't say anything.

"Hi Sharon," said Melissa as she ran over to her and gave each of them small hug. "Girls, this is Stephanie," she said turning around and pointing at me. I was really getting tired of that, but what could I do.

"Oh boy!" said Sharon, "what have we got here? Mel, what on earth have you all been up to?"

"Just a little bit of good old fashioned fun," Melissa answered her. Then she turned to me and introduced the new girls. "Steph, this is Sharon," she said pointing at the larger girl, "and this is Brenda," she said pointing at the smaller one.

"Hi," I said to them both as I got up out of my chair and went over to meet them. For some unknown reason, getting up seemed like the proper thing to do.

"Turn around Honey," Sharon said to me as I got closer. "I want to see how that dress looks all the way around."

So I played the game and spun around so she could see it all. "Not bad," she said as I finished. "Nice to meet you Stephanie." Then she came over and gave me a small hug.

Brenda just stood there with her eyes wide open and staring. She hadn't yet said a word since she got there. Instead of hugging me or saying anything, she just raised a hand and gave me a little wave, mouthing the word "Hi." I had two first impressions of Brenda, very cute – in an understated sort of way, and very shy.

"I don't mean to be a party pooper," Sharon said, but I really need to get my stuff unpacked. See you later." And with that she headed upstairs followed by Brenda who still kept staring at me as long as she could.

A little while later, I was sitting in one of the big over-stuffed chairs listening as Mark was telling me how he would "teach me the biz" as he called it, when I suddenly heard a small voice from behind me say "Stephanie…" When I turned, there was Brenda holding a leftover piece of pizza in her hand. She came up close to me and whispered, "Put your legs together." My face turned beet red as I realized I had been sitting listening to Mark with my legs spread wide open. I slapped them together real quick as Brenda walked off giggling.

That was enough for me and I finally said to everyone that I needed to get my stuff unpacked too and figure out what to do with everything.

"Ok," said Jill "It's probably a good idea. Let me know if you need help with anything. Do you know where the lockers are in the basement?"

"Yes," I answered her, "Mrs. Whitaker showed them to me. "See you later." And with that, I finally went upstairs to get out of that dress!

As I got to the top of the stairs, I heard my cell phone ringing. "Oh shit!" I screamed to myself. "I didn't call Mom!" I ran to the room and dug my cell phone out from the pile of clothes on the floor just as fast as I could. Mom berated me a bit for not calling her earlier but she understood that I needed to meet and spend some time with my new friends. As I was telling her how nice everybody was, I was thinking to myself, "How can I tell her that I've just spent most of my time here dressed like a girl and that I've just been introduced to most of the people in this house as Stephanie." The answer was simple. I didn't tell her.

One thing about my mother, she likes to talk – especially on the phone. As soon as I finished telling her how nice everyone seemed to be, she started in telling me about the latest gossip she heard from her sister. As I sat on the bed and listened, I started working with one hand on trying to get those darn shoes off. They were killing my toes. I had just managed to get one shoe off and was starting on the second, when Jill entered the room. She just looked at me and smiled, then went to her closet and got something out of it. Then I just sat and stared dumbfounded at her as she removed her shirt right in front of me. I could hear Mom still talking in the background, but I have no idea what she was saying. Then Jill turned toward me with a mischievous grin on her face and removed her bra, exposing her breasts totally to me. She rubbed them a bit then picked up the oversized t-shirt she had just gotten out, pulled it over her head and pulled it down. She then reached up under the shirt, undid her jeans, let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. Somehow, it was the most amazing and sensuous thing I had ever seen. After picking up her clothes, she smiled at me again and walked out of the room. All the while, Mom kept talking, never noticing that for once I wasn't paying any attention at all.

 

 

INTERLUDE

 

As Jill walked out of the room, she had a huge grin on her face from just thinking about the look on Steve's face. She was not usually the type to tease like that, but she just couldn't resist. She walked down the hall and stopped in front of an open door. She saw Aaron and Mark inside. Mark, as usual was seated in front of his computer and Aaron was searching through a stack of CDs. "Hi Aaron," she said as she walked in and sat down his bed. As usual, just being around him made her feel giddy.

"So what's new?" asked Aaron as he sat down in his desk chair across from her. "How's Stan?"

"Stan? That jerk! We had a great time all summer, then just one week before we were supposed to leave to come back here, he tells me he's going to another school, clear across the country. He didn't even give me any warning. I'll kill him if I ever see him again!"

"Too bad," said Aaron. "I know you really liked him. So what's up with Tinkerbell?"

"You mean Steve?"

"Is that his real name? You only told us it was Stephanie."

Jill laughed. "We were just having a bit of fun with the new freshman that's all. He's so small that Bruce figured he should wear a dress like a girl. Too bad it has to end though. It was fun and I rather enjoyed seeing him like that."

"Why does it have to end? You could keep him that way."

"What do you mean?"

"Make him wear dresses all the time. Dominate him."

"Aaron, you must be crazy. I can't do that. I'm not into all the crazy stuff that you are." Aaron just looked at her. "It would be fun though," Jill finally said giggling. "But I wouldn't know where to start or how to go about it."

"I know someone you can talk to about that. I'll call her for you. In the meantime, I suggest you find some way to keep Stephanie, if that's what you're going to call 'her,' under your thumb – so to speak."

"How?"

"If I know you, you'll think of something. Just start slow and take your time with this, you don't want to scare him off completely. You're going to have to be firm with him – all the time."

Jill contemplated that for a moment then said giggling once again. "I wonder just how girlish I can make him."

"I don't know," Aaron answered, "I have a feeling that that's probably up to you. By the way, I have something down in the basement that may help."

"What?" asked Jill curious.

"Well, one of the best ways to control a guy is to control their cock. If he can't get hard, then eventually he'll do almost anything for relief. I have a little device that I used on one of my "friends" a while back that totally prevented him from playing with himself. It locks on to his cock and he can't get it, or himself, off. And, it's pretty much invisible under his clothes so he can wear it all the time."

"You're kidding?" Jill said amazed. "But how would we get it on him?"

"We'll have to put it on him, whether he likes it or not. I can help with that."

"Oh," said Jill suddenly thinking of something, "I can also give him the excuse that since we're rooming together that I don't want to take any chances of him trying to take advantage of me." Then she laughed, "Can you imagine a little squirt like him taking advantage of me?"

"Not really," laughed Aaron. "But that's a great idea. Tell you what, you go check on him, while I call my friend for you. Then I'll find my little toy down in the basement and bring it to your room. I think maybe I should also bring a little rope to keep his hands out of the way and make him realize he's not going to have a choice in the matter."

"Great," said Jill suddenly excited. Her eyes sparkled as she turned just before leaving the room and said "Thanks Aaron, this is going to be fun!"

  

  

  

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