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Here goes the first part of a WIP story Im making. Let me know what you think xEFx
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Aimee + David
She had known about him for quite a while now. He made it a little obvious she thought but nobody seemed to realise. Still, it was much more fun for her that way. She couldn’t wait until she could trap him in her web and mould him to however she liked. With a small giggle to herself Aimee finished applying her lipstick and followed him.
He had had yet another boring day. Same old same old, nothing seemed to change day in and day out. He thought he caught her staring at him again. What was with her? Those green glowing eyes, gleaming as if she was seeing right into his soul, exploring him from within and making his desires rise to the surface. But that cant be right, can it? It’s true that whenever he saw her staring or when she was near he started having those feelings. Feelings he loved but was slightly ashamed of. Feelings he just couldn’t get to grips with. Feelings that ate into his bank account and caused him to have a secret compartment in his closet. Why did he always feel like dressing up when he saw her? When she stared, why did he feel like he needed to be encased in silk, satin, chiffon, cotton, lace, the works? How did her stare make him want to dress like a girl? Most people who saw her wanted to see her in and most definitely out of her underwear, he wanted to know how she looked in it and how he could get a body like it, to be able to dress sexily and be a girl, a trap, a sissy boy, her sissy. Shaking his head and trying to compose himself, David pulled on his coat and set off home.
She kept out of his line of sight and followed. She’d done it before and not got caught. She knew his route home very well and knew which turning to take, it made it easy for her to head him off and confront him in the perfect isolated area. Today was the day to do it she thought. She’d told him it had been coming and to expect her to come and teach him properly. She had to stifle another giggle as she thought of all the the things she’d made him do, seen him do, all the things he’d told her. He didn’t know though, he had no clue that she was so close. To hin, all she was was a name on a screen. A username to whom he could be himself, or more correctly, herself. Aimee enjoyed being his online confidant and part time virtual mistress and sex partner. She always enjoyed this type of thing and he certainly wasn’t the first. She’d done this before, making guys feel pretty, either with or without their consent. Years ago she first discovered this love when she was younger. In her room with a boy, as each others curiosity grew and clothes were shed she got a little disappointed that the boy didn’t look as sleek as her friends. Sleep-overs do a lot to a girl and her eyes were always watching, devouring the pretty sights and taking in the supple soft sexy shapes. The boy was not any of these things. He was square-ish, blocky and too straight, there were no curves, softness or bumps to him. She was hit with a brain-wave at that point, why not make boys cute? She asked him politely, holding her arm out and using her upper arms to squeeze her growing breasts together, creating an inviting cleavage. At the end of her arm was her panties and he took little persuading to put them on. It sent a shiver through her spine as she saw this masculine figure in her tiny purple panties, his cock sticking out of it obscenely. To this day it was still the biggest dick she’d ever seen and seeing it being badly contained within girls underwear opened her flood-gates. She didn’t know what came over her after that but he liked her lips around his penis. He liked his balls being tickled through the cotton. He didn’t argue when she squeezed his ass cheeks. He grunted in unsure pleasure when she pushed her finger into his anus. She loved the fact she could do this to him and her let her do it.
Back into reality she stood at the end of the alleyway as he walked towards her, listening to his music and not paying attention. When he looked up he stopped dead, stood aback that Aimee was in front of him with her hands on her hips. Unusual he thought, he’d never seen her around here before. Meekly he raised his hand to say hi and started walking again.
“Is that all I get? A hi?” she questioned.
David spun round in shock.
“Oh I’m sorry” he mumbled, “I don’t know what else to say really.”
“How about asking me how I am? Then offering me a drink of that, its very warm you know.”
David looked down at the bottle of water in his hand and awkwardly thrust his arm forward, proffering the bottle.
“Thank you” she said. Aimee gulped down the liquid and watched out of the corner of her eye as she bent her head back more than usual and stuck her chest out as far as she could as she drank. She knew he’d watch her as she did so, looking at her feminine outline. She knew his thoughts were not the same as every other guys, he wanted to be her not do her.
“So,” she continued, “are wearing a thong today?”
“What?” He spluttered and stammered, “why would I, what? Why, errrrr, no, Im not wearing a thong. Why would I do that?”
David let out a very nervous laugh as Aimee’s face set in mock disdain.
“Because I asked you to and you promised you would.”
David had made that promise. But it was to someone else. Or so he thought. He shuffled nervously as she smiled at him.
“Don’t tell me you broke a promise? That’ll never do. I hope you tell her the truth.”
“What are you talking about? You’re not making sense.”
David tried to bluff his way out of it but it was dawning on him, he knew who she was and she had made him promise to wear a thong today. He was wearing it of course, he didn’t want to upset her. A small black one he’d bought two weeks ago, part of a nice underwear set. Black and lace effect with a small pink bow in the centre, with a tiny diamonte gem in the centre of that. He was quite glad she hadn’t ‘forced’ him to wear the bra as well. A thong could be well hidden in day to day life, underneath his jeans but everyone would be able to see the bra straps through his t-shirts, not to mention the padded cups which would have given him a bit more of a prominent chest. But he knew not that Aimee was the same girl that he made the promise to, until now.
“I told you to wear a thong,” she said as she walked closer to him, “and you told me that you would.”
Suddenly she thrust her hand down the back of his jeans and before he had chance to react her hand rested on one of his butt cheeks. She smiled to herself, there was no material in the way of her hand, it was bare buttock. A cold shiver ran up David’s spine as her hand gently squeezed before tracing over the thin strip of material running up between his cheeks. She pulled and and flicked it before removing her hand from his jeans.
“You lied to me,” she said in a sultrily threatening way, “you are wearing what I asked you to.”
“Yes”
“Why do you look so worried? I told you I would be coming to you soon. Fluttering into your life to weave my magic. The Evil Fairy clearly has some work to do with you. Lets go to your place”
The remainder of the walk seemed to take forever in David’s mind. He was so nervous he was sure that he was going to forget the way to his own house. Once inside, Aimee had placed her rucksack on the table and sat herself down on his sofa. He went into the kitchen and got himself a glass of water to try and calm himself down. He slowly made his way towards the sofa where she sat. David cleared his throat and sat down.
“What are you going to do to me?” he said with a slight hint of fear in his voice. “I’ve never told anyone and I don’t want people to know this. I, I’m confused.”
“There is no need to be confused David, its perfectly natural. Im here to make you cute. Im here to make you into you”
“But Im already me”
“Silly boy, I mean, silly girl. Im here to make you into who you’ve always been. Whether you like it or not. Now, get my bag and lets go upstairs.”
Aimee didn’t so much as ask this but commanded it. She got up and strode upstairs. David hurriedly collected her bag and followed her. His heart was beating madly in his chest with anticipation with what was to come. He’d promised her many things and in turn she’d promised him much more. He couldn’t believe it was happening. Nervously he opened the door to his own room to find her sat on the edge of his bed.
“Right David, take your clothes off.” She said this so bluntly that his hands instantly reached for the neck of his t-shirt to pull it off. “Oh no, that will never do. I cant go around calling my sissy David. Thats a boys name, we need a girls name for you, your real name. How about Jessica? Or Missy? Or Leanne? Or Katie? Or Darcy? Or even Stephanie? No, I have the perfect name for you my dear. From now on I’m going to call you Lauren. Learn to love it.”
David couldn’t believe his ears as he kicked off his jeans. As he undressed she was sat there deliberating a name for him. A name to use when he was dressed up as a girl. A name for when she was dressed as she should. Her name. Lauren stood before Aimee in just her small black thong. The girl known as the Evil Fairy jumped up and clapped her hands with glee. She had noticed that is white skin was impeccably smooth, he must kept his shaving regimen going. His chest was smooth, his arms were smooth, his legs were totally hairless and willowy. She was so pleased that she had such a good body to work with. She looked him up and down, enjoying his slight frame and shaven body. She had to know further, did he shave all the way?
He stood in total stillness, not knowing what would come next. What was she going to make him do? How did she manage to get him in this position? Why couldn’t he fight it? Why was the name Lauren sounding better every after passing second? Thoughts rushed around her head, a pink haze coming down over her eyes. She was loving every second of this, deep down she’d always wanted this. Lauren was waiting for her mistress and guider to command her again
“Lauren,” Aimee began, “I want to know how much of a good girl you are. How much have you shaved for me babe? Take your thong off for me”
The sweetness of those words melted into Lauren’s ears and she obediently dropped her thong down her bare legs. She stood before Aimee, naked and hairless save for a thin rectangle of light brown hair just above her penis. Her cock was limp and lifeless, hanging there on top of her shaven pink balls. Lauren began to blush as her girl cock twitched slightly at sensation of being freed from its thong. Aimee stood up and stoked Lauren’s chest and arms, lingering before going lower to stroke her legs. Lauren hoped she was as soft skinned and pleasant to the touch as Aimee wanted, judging by the look on her face, she was. As Aimee gently stroked her balls, Lauren instinctively bit her lip and tried to will her cock back down but it didn’t work, her little ‘girl’ was waking up, much to her embarrassment.
“Oh look, it’s alive. Does it feel good Lauren? Your perky cute girl cock is all excited to see me. I’l soon sort it out.” And with that Aimee gave the poor crossdresser a sharp slap on her ass. “See? It’s going down now. We cant have her up, getting in the way and spoiling our fun. Now, pick a number between 1 and 3.”
Lauren hesitated before picking the number 2.
“Good choice babe. You get to wear white for me. So pure and virginal. I bet Lauren is a virgin isn’t she?”
Lauren stood and slowly nodded her head. David never had any real luck with the girls and Lauren was too scared of herself to do anything with boys. Lauren watched as Aimee reached into her rucksack and pulled out some girly clothes, all for her to wear. First came the underwear, it was cute and pure white. The bra was perfect and would fit Lauren exactly, it had little pink bows on the straps and a cute lace effect flower design on the cups as most bras do. The edges of those delicate cups were finished by a small fuchsia pink frill. The high cut panties matched perfectly, designed to invade between a girls cheeks whenever she bent over, giving anyone who saw them a generous view of bum flesh whilst still keeping the assumed modesty of panties by not showing off all of the ass. These panties were pure white too and covered in frills all over the rear and most of the front. The only part not frilly was a small translucent triangle that contained a solitary pink bow. This pink bow was also matched on the almost knee high socks that Aimee produced out of her bag next, white socks that had one lone pink frill near the top and a long pink bow at the side. Lauren gulped in anticipation as each garment was placed on the bed.
“Go ahead Lauren, put them on”
Slowly she held the frilly panties in front of her and admired how pretty they were before gingerly stepping through the leg holes and sliding them up her smooth pins, enjoying the comforting feel of the fabric against her skin. Aimee commanded that she hold her arms up and she did as she was told, like a good girl. Aimee placed the girly boys arms through the straps of her new bra and fastened it around her. It hugged Lauren tightly but not too tight, just tight enough to do its job of holding her boobs in place, boobs Lauren was desperately hoping for one day but did not have right now. Looking down at her cups she felt flat and insignificant as she saw the vacant space between the insides and the pinkness of her small nipples. Crushingly reality came back to David. He wasn’t a girl. Despite standing there in front of the demanding blonde whilst dressed in the cute white underwear she had picked especially for him, he couldn’t picture himself as the girl he was trying to be. Stood there David fell completely silent, trying hard to make sure the tears didn’t come from his eyes. He was so pleased right now, being accepted as a girl, as Lauren. But after seeing the lack of fullness in his bra, it simply upset him.
As if sensing things could be going downhill, Aimee snuck behind Lauren and squeezed her ass cheeks. Lauren in an instant moved her hands round to her butt. Aimee took this opportunity to slip a pair of soft breast-forms into Laurens bra. They were only small handfuls but they would more then do the job. Aimee knew this was the best way to go. Giving a sissy giant boobs straight away was ridiculous, especially as most sissies don’t suit huge breasts. No, Aimee knew best and knew that Lauren would be overjoyed at her chest bumps. True to her thoughts, Lauren cautiously hovered her hands over the bra and gently lowered them, feeling the rounded cups, feeling the feminine shape, feeling the weight within her bra. Her bra. Lauren’s bra had breasts in it.
The feelings of upset and terror from a few moments ago melted away as David melted away into the background and Lauren took centre stage, he was most definitely a she now! Never mind about the dangling meat between her legs, that was now tucked away inside these sexy cute panties. Lauren was a lovely cute girl and nothing could halt this now. With Lauren lost in this pink haze of girlyness, Aimee took the opportunity to to guide the blossoming girl to the bed and sat her down. Lauren stared intently into Aimee’s face as she tied her hair into two high loose pigtails and lightly dusted her cheeks, eyes and lips with the make up David had bought a long time ago and hidden away from prying eyes.
“Now, we cant have you wandering around in just your underwear you silly girl. We’ll have to get you into some clothes. Isn’t sweet of me to bring you some? Now, lets see what we have in here for you”
Lauren watched with amazement as Aimee pulled out what seemed to be a complete school uniform, a girls school uniform. Aimee held the crisp white shirt open and Lauren obediently stood up and let her place her arms into the light sleeves. From behind, Aimee’s hands buttoned up the shirt as Lauren concentrated on the short plaid skirt. Badly she wanted to be in that skirt, feeling the air on her legs and wafting up to her panties, cooling her where she was sure to get the hottest. She looked down at her legs and knew that they would look fantastic with the straight edge of the skirt framing the top of her thighs. As she stepped into the skirt and felt it being pulled up her legs, Lauren’s mind swam with possibilities. Walking down the street arm in arm with Aimee, as two girlfriends shopping in the town, meeting up with more friends in the mall, trying on dresses and giggling about everything. Eating a salad in the food court, enjoying a fresh milkshake as the cute boys on the far table cant stop staring. Dressing up for a date, making sure the guy gets a good glimpse of her sexy panties, making sure she gets lucky, giving him the greatest blowjob he could imagine, having her pussy taken for the first time by a thick cock....
Lauren was snapped out of her reverie by a sharp slap on her ass. She looked up to see Aimee’s stern face looking back at her.
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Posted on : May 25, 2010
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Commented on Jun 17, 2010
Kinda surprised that I'm enjoying reading this as much as I am but it's good. I look forward to more.
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Commented on Jun 14, 2010
More please
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Commented on May 28, 2010
OK, this is hot! My hands are trembling as I read it. That David/Lauren is one lucky boy! Mistress, this is such a wonderful story!
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