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Subject: {ASS} Yearning to Feel Special (2nd segment of Awakening From
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I received one email with positive feedback for the first segment of
this series, so I wrote a second segment.  If you want a third
segment, I'll need to receive at least two new people sending me
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Author: LTTitle: Yearning to Feel Special (2nd segment of <a
href="http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Mode
rated/Year2012/62414">Awakening From Innocence</a>)Summary:
Though lacking breasts, Angie wants to feel like a real woman. 
With the help of her best friend Lynn (LT), she discovers
herself.Keywords: MF  rom 1st nosex virg sensual


Yearning to Feel Special

"Mmmmmm.  What I'd give for this moment to last forever.  Lynn,
you'll never know how much I appreciate the way you braid my
hair.  Talk about pampering!!"

"Hey, Angie, what do you think a best friend is for?" I
responded.

"I think this is just an added bonus.  I'm lousy at braiding my
own hair, and my mom is anything but gentle."

"I hate to admit it, Angie, but I'm actually being selfish, as I
love running my fingers through your long silky hair."

"Now, if I could only find a guy to pamper me like this."

"Angie, you're only 18.  Have some patience.  I know what you
have to offer, and some guy is going to be a very lucky fellow"

"Well, you're 18, also, and you have John."

"That may be true, but I went through more than my share of
selfish losers before meeting him.  Guys like you; it's just a
matter of time."

"Yeah, Lynn, guys like me.  I'm just one of the guys.  That's the
problem:  I'm too much like one of the guys.  For all they care,
I'm just a guy with long hair.  The most intimate they care to
get with me is to show off how much larger their boobs are than
mine, and I hate the fact that it is true."

"Angie, I know you have that rare genetic disorder that prevents
you from developing breasts or growing pubic hair, but you are
still all female.  The right guy won't see you as defective."

"But I am defective.  Why didn't my mom just abort me when she
found out she was carrying a girl?  She knew that her chance of
passing this disorder to me was high.  She knew how it pained her
all her life to be defective like me.  Does she expect me to just
marry the first guy that will tolerate me, just like she did?  I
wish I was never born."

"Well, I've seen your nipples, and they are probably the
prettiest nipples I've ever seen."

"That's right, Lynn, order sunny side up and get served an egg
yolk."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Angie.  I've never grown larger
than an A-cup, and John seems to enjoy them.  He says that
large-breasted girls aren't anywhere near as enjoyable as being
with someone who clearly shares her enjoyment with him and shows
appreciation for his attention and affection.  As I've heard,
it's not what you have but how you use what you have that will
make you special."

"But you have something.  They may not be big, but there is
something to hold onto.  I believe that the few guys who actually
took me on a date only did so as I was an oddity, and they were
curious to see how flat I actually am.  I am so tired of the
surfboard comments.  I don't want a guy who feels sorry for me or
has a freak fetish, yet who can see beyond my lack of breasts?"

"Angie, what if I was to fix you up with someone who would
appreciate you for the amazing person you are?  Would you be
willing to date him and take the time to see if the two of you
could be compatible?"

"No!!  I won't get my hopes up and invest, again.  It hurts too
much, when I discover that this one is just like all the rest. 
My life has been filled with too many disappointments already.  I
don't even bother to fantasize about guys any more.  Lynn, maybe
I'll just live my life as a lesbian."

"There's nothing wrong with being a lesbian, but I know how much
you yearn to feel special in the arms of a guy, so you'd just end
up resenting your female partners for not being men.  It seems
like you're setting yourself up for failure.  If you never date,
you'll definitely not find someone who sees you as special."

"Lynn, you have to understand.  I can't allow myself to care,
before I'm sure that the guy can truly make love to me without
seeing me as a freak.  Maybe it would be putting the cart before
the horse, but I can't continue to head off down paths that lead
nowhere.  The problem is that though I can probably find guys who
are willing to lay the freak, I have no idea how to find the
right guy for me?"

"Hmmm.  Maybe there is a way.  Angie, how do you choose which new
restaurant to go to?"

"That's simple; I read the reviews."

"But, how would you know that the reviewer's taste is similar to
yours?"

"You've got a point there, Lynn.  Am I stuck with a roll of the
dice?"

"What if you knew the reviewer and that person had a deep
understanding of your tastes, would that make a difference?"

"Sure it would, but where would I place the ad to find this
reviewer?"

"Well, let's start with a list of those people who know you
best."

"That won't take long.  There is only one person who knows and
understands my deepest thoughts and feelings... you.  But I don't
see John comfortable with you bedding a bunch of guys to choose
the right one for me."

"Who says I'd need to sleep with them?  You always say that I'm
the most observant person you've ever met, the one who sees
things that no one else can see.  I've been developing my
observation skills since I was very young.  What if I choose
someone for you, and he is willing to accept your requirement of
sex first, relationship following?  Would you go along with this
scenario?"

"Lynn, I'm not sure.  I've never bucked the norm before, and I'm
petrified that he'll laugh at me or reject me.  That would be the
ultimate in humiliation.  Also, I doubt that I can freely share
with someone, if I don't feel safe.  I'd hate to put myself in a
vulnerable situation and end up being taken advantage of or
hurt."

"What if I am present during your encounter?  You know that I
won't allow anyone to hurt you."

"Would you, Lynn?  Would you truly do all this for me?"

"Angie, it would be an honor if you'd let me help you find the
happiness you deserve."

"Lynn, you're the best friend ever.  Though this scares me to
death, I also find it exciting.  With all your amazing empathy,
caring sensitivity and observation skills, do you believe that I
have what it takes to follow through and make this work?  Do you
feel I have enough to offer someone, that my lack of breasts
won't get in the way?"

"You know me, Angie.  Do you feel I have it in me to put you in
danger or set you up for failure?"

"No, Lynn, I know that you would never allow something to happen
that you didn't feel would be right for me.  You're the first
person I've ever truly and completely trusted, and I always feel
safe in your hands.  Let's do it.  Just one thing, though; I
don't want to know anything about the guy in advance, because I
don't want my mind to make assumptions that would lead me to
build unrealistic expectations leading to disappointment.  Just
do your research, and then let me know when the one you have
chosen has accepted this challenge."

I held my arms out, and Angie eagerly accepted my embrace.  We
hugged for a long time, just swaying to and fro.  Eventually, I
felt moisture dripping down my neck.  I quickly realized that it
was from Angie's tears.  I sat her down next to me on my bed,
blotted her tears with my favorite stuffed Teddy Bear, and then
we were back in each other's arms with tears flowing from her
eyes and mine.

"I love you, Angie"

"Not as much as I love you," she blubbered back.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Two weeks later, on our college campus



"Hi Angie.  How's your class?"

"It's fascinating, and I'm really enjoying it.  It started off
good and seems to just get better, almost like our friendship.  I
love learning both the medicine part and the people skills part,
and I look forward to becoming a paramedic."

"I'm glad you are enjoying it.  I want you to enjoy all your
life's choices.  Talking about choices, I think it's time for an
update on the challenge you gave me.  I have been observing
everyone I know or encounter, and I made my final choice."

"What was his reaction?  Was he scared away by my proposition? 
Was I totally weird to him?"

"Angie, you know that I wouldn't even consider anyone who I
believe would react negatively or inappropriately.  I told him
all about how I see you: your beauty, your intelligence, your
quirks, your sensitivity and your humanity.  You are exactly the
type of woman that he has always dreamed of, and he looks forward
to both giving you what you seek and then getting to know you as
well as I know you, if not better.  He did tell me that he wants
to make sure that I inform you that he is just a normal guy, so
don't build him up in your mind to be bigger than life, and don't
fear that you'll disappoint him."

"Does he know what I look like?  Did you show him a picture of
me?"

"Yes, he knows what you look like, and he loves my favorite
picture of you, the one where you're wearing that impish grin. 
He said that if he hired a police artist to draw his ideal woman,
the picture would look just like you."

"This doesn't sound real.  I'm still scared and excited and
loaded with mixed feelings; yet trust you with my heart and soul.
 Let's not delay this too long, so I don't get cold feet."

"Angie, with this being Thanksgiving week, I think that Friday
night would probably be ideal.  You'll have some time to unwind
from school and some time to savor the experience before you
return to school.  Does that work for you?"

"I have no plans for this weekend, other than Thanksgiving meal
with my family, so Friday sounds perfect."

"Angie, my parents are both going to spend this weekend with
their best friends.  I told them I had plans and begged off, so
my place would be the ideal location.  Let's meet Friday morning,
as I want to take you shopping before I prepare you for your
evening encounter."

"You are exceeding my expectations.  I don't want to put you
out."

"I'm probably as excited as you and looking forward to our
special day together."

Angie grabbed my hands, looked into my eyes and said, "Lynn, you
are the best friend anyone could ever want.  What have I done to
deserve someone so special?"

"Angie, healthy people are not like magnets.  With healthy
people, likes attract likes.  It is the fact that you are so
special to me that keeps me coming back.  Let your mind go blank
and come to me on Friday as an empty slate, one to be filled with
nothing but beauty and love."

Angie threw her arms around me and hugged me tenderly,
whispering, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," in my ear.

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Friday morning at my home


At 10am sharp, the doorbell rang.  If nothing else, Angie has
always been known for her punctuality.  In she came, bouncing
with anticipation and excitement, with a grin frozen on her face
from ear to ear.  She grabbed me, and I flashed back to a picture
of us in junior high school, filled with boundless energy.

"Angie, before we start, let me know if there are any limitations
you want to make on this evening.  If there is anything you don't
want, let me know, now."

"I'm sure that you've taken care to protect me from diseases and
pregnancy, so I'm open to anything that feels right."

"OK Angie, I know that you've always downplayed your femininity,
as you felt you didn't have any femininity to play up, but today
is all about being a woman, so just go with the flow as I help
prepare you for your special evening.  Since I'm also not
endowed, over the past few years I've researched and discovered
stores that specialize in drawing attention to our greatest
assets, enhancing our true femininity and beauty.  I want to take
you to a store that specializes in personalizing the ideal outfit
for each individual.  The staff is comprised of very observant
trained artists.  Your body is the canvas upon which they will
layer their art.  Since nudity is your ultimate objective, nudity
will be the starting point for their creation.  They have an eye
for not only what shows on the surface, but also what is revealed
as the layers are removed.  I will not leave your side all day,
so let me know if anything is uncomfortable or you'd like to see
any change or have me help you with anything."

"Lynn, I'm sure that there will be plenty of discomfort, as it
will all be unfamiliar, yet I'd rather get the discomfort out of
the way today, so it is gone by tonight.  I trust you and am open
to whatever experiences lie ahead."

"OK, let's go."  I took her hand and led her to my car.  Though
she was filled with nervous giggles on the drive to the shop, I
could tell that she was truly ready for and desirous of this next
step in her life.

When we got to the shop, we met the three attendants that were
assigned to work with Angie.  Introductions were made, and we met
Sue, Frances and Wendy.  Sue began by taking pictures of Angie. 
The goal was to complement her light peach skin tone,
sun-streaked sandy brown hair, hazel eyes and the blush of her
lips and cheeks.  I explained to the attendants that her partner
prefers simplicities and subtleties, so that was what they agreed
the look would be.  The pictures were blown up, and color cards
were made up, to help in matching her natural subtle tones to the
complementary tones of any added material.  Angie had never seen
her eyes blown up before, and was amazed to see all the
variations of color.  Sue informed her that hazel eyes are ideal
to work with, as the colors change like a chameleon, allowing for
transitions in color, more like the constantly changing art of
nature than a static snapshot.  Different items were matched to
the color cards and then brought into our private room, which was
surrounded by walls of mirrors.

Frances said that Wendy would undress Angie, while the others
watched.  That way, their artistic eyes could observe her natural
reaction to being exposed, and determine combinations that would
help her revelation to be more multi-dimensional.  Though
obviously embarrassed by the exposure, Angie cooperated and
eventually stood before us wearing nothing but her birthday suit.
 Frances asked Angie to move in certain ways, bending, twisting,
and turning, so they could see how her body as a whole fit
together.  She commented that though Angie lacked the fatty
deposits that made up breasts, her muscles were very toned, and
her long, lean lines were very attractive.  She had subtle, yet
obvious, shape to her body.  Her hips flowed, rather than being
bony or boxy or out of proportion.  The definition of the muscles
on her shoulders, arms, chest, back, stomach and legs added
sleekness to her femininity.  Her body looked delicate, yet not
fragile.  Her long silky hair framed her face very nicely and
reached just to the point of teasingly adding to the allure of
her well-shaped nipples.  More pictures were taken, so they could
incorporate the tones of her nipples and streaked labia.

At this point, Wendy examined Angie closely and recorded all
areas that needed slight touchups (such as removing stray hairs
and sanding off calluses).  A large recliner was wheeled in,
covered with warm towels.  Angie was invited to make herself
comfortable on the recliner.  I walked over to her and held her
hand, as Wendy set to work fine-tuning the foundation of their
art.  I could tell that Angie was becoming comfortable with her
nudity in our presence.  Her breathing seemed more relaxed, and
even her body appeared more at ease.  Angie smiled at me,
whispered "Thank you," on occasion and even gave my hand a gentle
kiss.

After Wendy ran out of challenges to perfect, Angie returned to a
standing position as the three attendants prepared to dress her.
Frances stated that they were limiting themselves to opaque, nude
and pastel colors, for the most part, with bolder highlights as
subtle surprises.  They started with a pair of panties that rose
high on her hips.  The panties seemed to mold to her body,
highlighting her womanly mound and lips.  They appeared to be
almost sheer.  The color was very close to her skin tone at the
top, though added streaks of brown and gold highlights subtly
drew one's attention toward her obvious femininity.  

Next, a bra was brought out.  "What is that for?" questioned
Angie.  She never had a need for a bra, so never wore one. 
Frances explained that while some women wear bras for support,
others wear them to draw attention with subtle hints of what was
to come.  There would always be that curiosity to discover what
was hidden behind door number one.  Clothing enhances sensuality
and sexuality more than total nudity.  The hint of nudity is
always more arousing than actual nudity.  The material of the bra
was similar to the material of the panties.  There was no attempt
to pad it, pretending that there was more than actually existed.
These clothes were designed to enhance, not to fool anyone. 
Angie looked at herself in the mirror and commented, "Even I'm
starting to believe that there could be a woman in here.  I'm
seeing things I've never seen."  She strolled and turned and
appeared to flow with more confidence.

The dressing continued with stockings and garter, a light flowing
skirt of earth tones and a simple button down silk blouse that
seemed to enhance her muscle tone.  Frances recommended that
Angie keep the blouse unbuttoned to just above her bra clasp. 
There was no need for a belt, as everything was the perfect size
for her body.  Not wanting to detract from the subtleties of the
package, jewelry was kept at a minimum.  Angie was given little
opal studs for her ears and a small opal pendant on a light gold
chain for her neck.  The changing opals were reminiscent of her
ever-changing hazel eyes.  To finish off the package, soft suede
shoes with short heels were placed on her delicate feet.

With the attendants finished, Angie silently walked around,
looking in all the mirrors, seeing herself from different
perspectives.  Finally, she stopped and said, "Who is this woman?
 I'm curious; I'm eager to get to know her."  She then slowly
walked up to me, held my arms and then enveloped me in what can
only be described as a loving embrace.

After packaging everything up and returning to her street
clothes, we walked out of the shop.  We remained silent for a
while, then Angie turned to me and said, "That was the most
amazing experience of my life.  I felt I was discovering myself
for the very first time.  If my day ends with that, I would be
overjoyed.  Knowing what lies ahead, I find myself speechless."

"Well, then, let's go get something to eat," I said.

"I don't know if I can get any food down," responded Angie.

"Well, you'd better eat now, as I doubt that it will get any
easier later, and I don't want to spend the evening being
entertained by your singing belly."

"OK," Angie laughed, "after everything you are doing for me, I
can't put you through that kind of torture.  Since I'm tone deaf,
I can only guess what the results would be."

Our late lunch/early dinner was filled with laughter and
playfulness, and Angie was able to get her food down, though I
admit that she did make quite a mess with her food.  I guess it
is hard to eat, be playful and be neat at the same time.  After
finishing our food, I asked, "Ready to go home, now?"

Angie took one deep breath and held it.  After slowly releasing
the breath, she said, "It's now or never... Bye bye kid; hello
woman."  With a look of confidence, she took my hand and led me
back to the car.

After we got home, I sent Angie off to the shower, while I
transformed my room into a den of pleasure, placing candles,
pillows, glasses with a pitcher of water, washcloths and towels
with an insulated bucket of warm water, setting the ceiling fan
for gentle airflow and checking the mood music.  I had previously
put clean sheets and blankets on the bed.  I just finished giving
everything a once over when Angie returned, wearing her new
panties, bra and stockings, along with an ear-to-ear grin.  I
said, "Hey Sexy, give the room a good once over, while I grab a
quick shower."

After finishing my shower, I sat Angie down at my vanity to do
her makeup and hair.  "Remember," I said, "he likes subtleties,
and so I'm going to limit the makeup to just a little
highlighting to draw attention to your assets.  You don't have
any liabilities to downplay, so I've got an easy job.  Of course,
I'm not sure that you even need anything to enhance your assets,
as you are already glowing with beauty.  Don't ask me to braid
your hair.  Remember you are a beautiful woman, not a scrawny
tomboy.  I'll brush it out so it is full and flowing.  I don't
know how he'll be able to keep his face out of these silky locks,
breathing in that nice clean aroma, or be able to keep his lips
off of those luscious lips of yours."

Angie just blushed again.  She looked adorable when she blushed.
I then helped her to put on the rest of her clothes and
accessories.  "OK, Angie, it's that time.  Are you ready?" I
asked.

She just slowly nodded her head up and down.

"Let's give this room one last look over, to make sure you are
comfortable with everything, and nothing is missing."  We double
checked everything and then went downstairs to the living room. 


No sooner did we get downstairs, the front door opened.

"Tom?" said Angie, quizzically.  Grabbing me, she dragged me into
the next room and whispered, "What is your brother doing here?  I
thought we were going to be alone tonight."

"I thought you let go of your lesbian fantasy.  Didn't you say
you wanted a guy to be present?"

"Yes, I do, but I still don't understand why Tom is here."

"Angie, you've always said that you were impressed by my
openness, my observation skills, my sensitivity, my caring, and
my confidence."

"Well, yes, but what does that have to do with Tom?"

"Who do you think taught me all those things that impress you?"

"Tom?"

"Who else?"

"You don't mean that Tom is interested in me?" 

"Why not?  He first noticed you years ago, but knew that you
weren't ready back then, so kept a respectful distance."

"He likes how I look?"

"Yes, very much so, but there are many other things that he has
told me impresses him about you."

"Like what?"

"Your playfulness, your energy, your willingness to get your
hands dirty, your sensitive, caring ways, your curiosity, your
intelligence, your respectfulness, and the fact that you
understand how it feels to be made fun of, so don't make fun of
others.  That is just a small sampling of the observations he has
shared with me over the years."

"But, me?  Tom really likes me?"

"Yes, Angie.  Now, do you want to leave him standing out there
all alone all night?"

Firmly taking me by the hand, Angie returned us to my waiting big
brother.

"Tom, I'm so sorry," Angie said.  "You must think me very
immature and insensitive for how I'm acting."

"No, Angie," said Tom.  "I wasn't interested in the deception, in
the beginning, but LT explained that you felt it was better if
you didn't know in advance, so you wouldn't create a scenario in
your head before you had a chance to live it.  That made sense to
me, so I went along with it.  Though I've never started a
relationship the way you are seeking, I will respect your wishes.
 I must admit, though, that I've fantasized about sharing
intimacy with you long before I learned about this plan of yours.
 I used to view you as exceedingly cute, but seeing you this
evening, I have to admit that you are a gorgeous woman.  Now, in
following your instructions, before we spend more time getting to
know each other better, may I have the honor of loving you the
way you deserve to be loved?"

Tom held out his arm to Angie.  She placed her hand on his arm,
and he led her up the stairs.  I followed behind.  When we got to
the second floor, I approached Angie and softly said, "I will
respect your wishes.  If you've changed your mind and would like
privacy with Tom, I will leave the two of you alone."

"No," exclaimed Angie.  "This is just as much about us as it is
about what I will be experiencing with Tom.  Lynn, I love you. 
You will always be my best friend.  No one could ever remove you
from that special place in my heart."  Putting her arms around
me, she drew me close and our lips locked in a very loving kiss.
"Thank you, Lynn... for everything.  Stay with us.  He was yours
long before my time with him began, and I won't let anyone push
you out of the picture."

Turning to Tom, Angie said, "I'm ready now, my handsome man." 
Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the threshold.  

After Tom laid Angie gently on the bed, he sat down next to her
and sensually stroked her hair.  I sat down in a stuffed chair
next to the bed and watched as Angie's chest rose and fell. 
Their eyes were locked on each other.  He caressed her face and
touched her lips with his finger.  I saw her tongue come out and
gently touch his finger, sensing an electrical charge jumping
between them.  She reached over and put her hand on his leg. 
Sliding up his leg she reached the reassurance she needed to
discover.  Firm and throbbing, his manhood told her that this was
truly real.  He wanted her.  She was no longer flawed.  She was a
complete woman preparing to share complete love with a desiring
and desirable man.

Lying down next to her, Tom began to kiss Angie passionately. 
Their hands roamed over each other like blind people eager to
learn all they could about the other.  Angie felt the buttons on
her blouse being slowly undone.  She felt the cool breeze as her
blouse was laid open.

"Mmmmm, pretty," Tom breathed, as he ran his fingers over the
smooth material, feeling the little mound in the center grow in
his hands.  "Is this for me?" he asked as he nibbled and kissed
her ear.

"Yes, my love," replied Angie.  "It's all for you... now and
forever."

After undoing the front clasp of her bra, and uncovering its
hidden treasures, Tom lovingly gazed at Angie's beauty.  He began
to slowly place tender kisses around her chest.  She was having
difficulty breathing, as her muscles involuntarily contracted. 
Eventually, his mouth found and engulfed a nipple.  As he
suckled, he felt her grow into his mouth.

"Tom," she cried out, as she held his head tight against her
breast.  Yes, her breast.  For the first time in her life, she
realized that she did have breasts, and they felt magnificent.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

It was close to dawn before the two lovers finally began to doze
off.  Before dozing off, Angie looked over at me.  I was still
enthralled by the love I saw being shared, shared by the two
people I loved most in this world.  She smiled, pulled down the
covers and patted the space at her side, inviting me to lie down.
 As I went to lie down, she shook her head and whispered, "No
clothes allowed in this bed."  I removed my clothing and snuggled
up next to her.  Tom and I each laid with an arm over her, as she
reposed, enveloped in her cocoon of love.

When we awoke, I looked over at Angie and asked, "Well, Miss No
Longer A Virgin, how do you feel?"  

"A little sore, but otherwise... wonderful.  If this is what
feeling special is all about, I'm in it for the long run."

I got up, leaving the lovebirds with a little privacy and headed
to the kitchen to make breakfast.







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