Author: Cheerleader Fan
Title:  Cousin's Closet ch1: Caught
Summary: While on vacation at her family's house Adam is caught by his cousin Jenny wearing her clothes.  Rather than being mad she's quite happy and helps him be the best teenage girl he can be.
Keywords: tg cd teen nosex

Cousin's Closet
Chapter 1: Caught

"Truth"

"Is it true that thinking about me wearing your clothes gets you hot?"

"Well... yeah, I guess. Ok, your turn. Truth or dare?"

"It's now or never, I suppose, dare."

"I dare you to let me dress you up and take you out to the mall tomorrow night."

"Uhhhh..."

"Come on, either say yes or I tell my mom I found you in my closet this morning."

"You got me. I guess I have to."

And just like that I was stuck. I knew there was no convincing Jenny not to make me. Once she gets an idea in her head it tends to stay there.

I suppose I should back up a bit here. My name is Adam Wright. I'm 15 years old and I just finished up 9th grade. It's the middle of summer vacation, July 12th to be exact. Every year my mom sends me to stay with my cousin Jenny and her family for a couple of weeks. It's probably my absolute favorite time of the year. Every year at this time I get to hang out at their place right off of the beach on Cape Cod. It sure beats the hell out of the boredom I'd face at home in Iowa.

Growing up Jenny and I were best friends. We were both only children and my mom and her mom are sisters so we spent a lot of time together. We both lived in the same little town in western Massachusetts. When I was in fifth grade my mom moved us out to Iowa to live with her then Internet boyfriend. They've since married. Jenny's family moved out to Cape Cod a year later. Since the year I moved away Jenny and I really only ever got together for special occasions and these summer stays at her house. 

This year's stay at Jenny's house ended up being different though. As usual, after a couple of days I'd "sleep in" one morning when everyone else had plans to go out on the town. What I really do when I "sleep in" though is I go up to Jenny's room and try on all the new clothes she got this year and parade around wishing I were a pretty teenage girl like her.

Jenny is the very model of a teenage goddess. She's a year older than I am, but only about an inch taller. Both of us have a lean build, but her lean body is capped with a pair of perfect B cup breasts that stand proudly on her chest. Below them, her stomach is flat and tight, but not too muscular. She's the perfect combination of strong and soft. Moving lower her hips flare out dramatically, and her ass is a perfect peach that bounces lightly as she runs.

If her body weren't good enough, her face is at least a match for it. She has long slightly wavy brown hair, usually tied into a pony tail or sticking out of the back of her Red Sox baseball cap. Her eyes are dark green jewels and her lips are slightly pouty. She always seems to be wearing a devilish grin, which make me wonder just what's going on inside that head of hers.

Enough about her though (for now) this story is about me and what happened that day.

When Jenny and her folks go out they're usually gone for at least four hours, if not longer. What I didn't know was that this day it was only her parents who had gone out on the town. Jenny had gone next door to her best friend Rachel's house.

I had been in her room for about twenty minutes, just looking through her closet before I even looked into her drawers. She must have moved stuff around since the last time I was here. She used to keep her underwear and her socks both in the top drawer of her dresser, but when I opened the top drawer to take a look at any newly purchased goodies, all I saw were her socks and hair accessories.

I checked the next drawer down and hit the jackpot. She must have bought about $300 worth panties alone since last year. I guess I knew where all the money she'd made from the job she told me she got eight months ago had gone. I started going through them and found some real gems. She had a couple of pairs of satin ones in different colors and a few more sheer ones. The one that really caught my eye though, was a pale purple thong with lace trim. I took it out and flipped it over in my hands a couple of times. I was in luck! The front was large enough to hold in my cock.

Without even thinking I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor. I wasn't wearing any underwear of my own so I stepped out of my pants and into her thong. I pulled it up my legs and relished the feel of the lacy thong against my skin. I pulled it into place, adjusted my cock and continued my search through her drawers hoping to find a matching bra. A few minutes later I did just that and in no time I had it fastened around my chest. It was strapless, so the band around the chest would have to do. I reached my hands into the cups and pulled the skin of my chest up to fill out the bra as best as I could. I'd certainly need something to fill the empty cups, but that could wait.

Now that I had my underwear straightened out I went back to her closet and started flipping through her clothes for something nice to wear with the luxurious bra and panty set I already had on. In no time I came across the perfect skirt and top. The skirt, which was somewhat short, was blue and white plaid with pleats running all the way around it. The top was a light blue, almost white, spaghetti strap affair. I pulled the skirt up my legs excitedly and dove headfirst into the spaghetti strap top.

There was only one thing left to do now, so I sat down at Jenny's vanity and looked into the mirror. I'd definitely need some blush and maybe a touch of eye shadow. I applied what I thought I needed, maybe a bit crudely, but I managed to make my self look OK. Now for the finishing touch. I opened the drawer and pulled out a couple of different tubes of lipstick. I opened each one in turn and settled on one called "Scarlet Empress". I gently applied it to my lips and then pressed them together to distribute the color evenly.

Finally, I was complete. I spent the next I don't even know how long just admiring myself first in Jenny's vanity mirror and then in the full length mirror in the corner. I was so absorbed in what I was doing that I never heard the door downstairs open, nor did I hear footsteps on the stairs. I DID however, hear the doorknob of Jenny's room turn. I turned as well just in time to see Jenny open her bedroom door.

Jenny stopped dead in her tracks and her mouth dropped open. That was followed by a thud as her purse hit the ground. "What the fuck are you doing, Adam?" she demanded of me as soon as she found her voice.

"I... I can explain" I replied, stumbling on my own words. "I was just-"

"You were just being a fucking weirdo," Jenny finished for me.

"Please don't hate me for this," I begged. Jenny was my favorite cousin and I'd hate to lose her over this.

"Hate you?" she asked with a girlish giggle. "Are you kidding me? I've always wanted a doll to play dress up with."

"What?" I ask dumbfounded. "Y... you mean you're not mad?"

"Oh sure I am," she said "but I'll have almost two weeks to get over that while having my very own Adam sized doll to play with." And with that she grabbed me and guided me towards her vanity. "First thing's first, I'm going to have to fix your makeup. You painted yourself up like a whore. You need to go easy on this stuff," Jenny told me as she skipped off to her bathroom, her hair bouncing as she stepped. She returned with a damp cloth and wiped my face clean. Then she started to work with all manner of things I didn't know the purpose for. About five minutes later she turned me towards the vanity mirror and said "There, now doesn't that look better?"

I gazed into the mirror, but I wasn't seeing myself in it. Instead there was a sort of pretty 15 year old girl looking back at me. I just stared without saying anything for quite a while till Jenny broke the silence. "Looks pretty good, huh Adam?" she asked.

"Uh... uh huh." I replied unable to find words to describe how I looked or how I felt about how I looked.

Then Jenny sat down next to me and we both looked at my reflection in the mirror for a while. Again Jenny broke the silence. "So, how long you been doing this?"

"Four years or so now." I replied, trusting Jenny to keep what I shared with her in confidence.

"Why?"

"I dunno really," I told her. "I started one time with one of your bathing suits and I just liked the look and feel of it on my skin. The rest, as they say, is history."

"We're going to have so much fun this summer Adam" she said to me with that devilish grin of hers." That's when she started the game of truth or dare.

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After Jenny roped me into going out with her tomorrow night she changed the subject. "We have about two hours till my parents come home," she told me. "What sort of girly things would you like to do till they get home?"

"I dunno, what do girls usually do?" I asked her.

"Well, my girlfriends and I talk about boys and TV shows and stuff, but I don't think that would interest you." Jenny said. "Ohh I know!" She exclaimed excitedly. She rushed to her closet and came back with a couple of pairs of heels. "If you're going to come out with me tomorrow night you'll need to pass as well as possible as a girl. Every girl your age has learned how to walk in heels, you should really learn that," she said.

With that she knelt in front of me and started comparing the shoes she grabbed with my feet. She looked up at me and laughed again. "Ohh and you should really learn to sit like a proper girl, too. Nice package, by the way," she said with another teenage giggle.

I blushed and closed my legs embarrassed.

Jenny looked up at me again and said "No, no, cross your legs, one over the other." I complied with her direction immediately and Jenny started fitting the foot of my crossed leg with one of the heels, a black one with a short heel, maybe an inch and a half, two inches max. She strapped it on and asked for my other foot, on which she fitted the other heel. Then she stood and extended a hand to me. I took it and stood carefully. I was quite wobbly on my feet, but Jenny did her best to steady me.

For the next hour and a half Jenny drilled me on the ins and out of being a girl and by the end of it we were both giggling like best girlfriends and my skills in walking in heels and girlish mannerisms in general had improved dramatically.

"You're a quick study Adam," She said to me. "It's like you were born to be a girl," she said. "Ohh, but that name has to go. I don't know any girls named Adam, do you?" I shook my head. "Do you have any ideas?" I shook my head again. "How about Abigail? I can call you Abby for short."

"OK, yeah, that's a pretty name," I agreed. "Abby it is. Thanks, Jenny."

"No problem, Abby" she responded. "From now on whenever you're dressed up I'm going to call you Abby, OK?"

"Yeah," I said, really liking the idea. "That makes sense." Jenny sure can be persuasive when she wants to be.

"Sadly Abby has to go away and Adam needs to come back." Jenny told me. "My parents should be home any time now. You can use my shower if you want."

"Thanks Jenny. Really, thank you. This is going to be so much fun," I gush a bit.

Jenny held her hand up. "It's OK Abby, now why don't you hustle into that shower and go get Adam back," she said and I turned towards the shower. "Ohh, but before you go hold on a sec," Jenny continued as she darted over to her dresser and opened the second drawer from the top. "I think you should wear these under your boy clothes OK?" she asked as she handed me a pair of orange bikini briefs. "Just to remind you that when you're here you're not really a boy, even if you dress like one."

"OK Jenny," I said as I took the panties and headed off to her shower.

"I'll see you later, Abby" she called out to me as I closed the bathroom door.

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