Subject: TG ; The Coed Boy  (1/4)

The Co-Ed Part 1

By Katherine Alicia Harrison

   For as long as I can remember, Cindy and I were friends. I can't
really say that the feeling was as mutual as all of that. She was
the kind of girl that guys wanted. I was the kind of guy that no
one wanted, that was except for Cindy. I guess she really liked me,
but I always felt that it was more because I did everything for her
than the fact that she really "liked" me. I did her homework, most
of her chores, I was practically at her beck and call. What ever
she wanted, I guess it was the only male-female relationship that
I was able to have. Most of the other girls thought I was just a
skinny little runt. i was only 5'3" and weighed about 135lbs. Cindy
was a good 4" taller than me and was stronger too, I found out when
I couldn't pick up her suitcase filled with her old books to put
them away in the attic. Cindy was tall and blonde and had a
fantastic figure. She dated a lot of different boys, never just one.
I always wanted to ask her out, but could never get up the nerve,
just as well. She would never go out with a nerd like me, Jonathan
Jerome Watson. She would call me J.J., I thought that was cool, my
father always called me Jonathan, worse yet, my mother always
called me Jerome. Yeck! Anyway, all senior year of high school, I
was helping Cindy keep up her grades to get into college. She was
a horrible student and needed all of my help. I had been accepted
to State on an early acceptance to their computer sciences program,
as well as several other schools, all with high rankings. Cindy
finally got into state, probably on a wing and a prayer and a
helpful admissions assistant she befriended, no doubt using her
feminine wiles. She came over to the house to tell me and was
ecstatic. I never saw her so happy, she came up to my room and
hugged me and kissed me, knocking my glasses right off my face. 
She said, "J.J. we are going to college together, this is great, 
wow, now I know I will make it!" I felt good that she was so happy,
but also knew it would be 4 more years of doing double duty. 
We graduated that spring, Cindy was doing her usual summer at the
beach, I was going up to State early to get a start on some
courses. I got up to school and found that college was not at all
what I expected. First I was thrown in with a bunch of jocks in the
freshman dorms. I got the crap beaten out of me three or four
times, the school was so big and so imposing, I felt homesick, I
didn't know what to do. Finally giving up, I left to come home. 
My mother and father were so disappointed, knowing that I was not
socially adjusted to be with other people, alone without a
protector or someone who would look after me. My father wanted to
force me to go back, my mother showed a little more compassion. 
The weekend came around and Cindy came home from the shore. She was
to go up to State for Freshman cheerleader tryouts in a week and
had to get ready. When I saw her she was more beautiful than ever.
She came over to see me. My mother, in all of her wisdom, told her
everything. When she first came up to my room, I saw her and
thought she would laugh at me, knowing full well that mom had
spilled the beans. She came over to me and sat down on the bed and
looked at me. I couldn't take it, I broke down and started to cry.
She held me for what must have been over an hour, stroking my hair,
(I had grown it longer this year, which was my feeble attempt at
coolness. By growing it long I thought I would be accepted by at
least the metalheads or someone.) Finally she looked at me and
after a long pause said, "J.J. you are never going to make it like
this. Even I can't help you, especially like you are, to get you
accepted. We tried building you up in high school with all of that
workout stuff and that didn't work. You don't fit in. I like you
because you've been more like a girlfriend to me than a boyfriend.
I've always been able to talk to you in a way that I can't talk to
other boys and your a good listener. You think like a girl, you're
sensitive and have always liked the things that girls would like
not boys. Your not going to make it like this. Not the way you
are." 
   I just hung my head, I didn't know what to say. She was right. I
always liked things that girls liked as long as I could remember.
I never liked sports, at least not contact sports, not with all of
that pressure. I was never good at the things that most guys were
good at. Cindy got up and walked around and suddenly looked at me
as if a light bulb went off in her head. "J.J. what if you didn't
have the problems we were just talking about. What if it was
alright for you to think more like a girl, what if it was
acceptable for you to be like you are, well at least with some of
my help." I didn't know what she was thinking but I kept listening.
"J.J., with a little work it could be done, I worked in the
guidance office and know where everything is and that guy from
admissions, I'm sure I could take care of him. You will be no
problem." I had no idea what she was talking about. "Cindy, what
are you saying?" She answered back with an idea I could not
believe, "J.J., I bet with a little work and planning, I could get
your records changed from Jonathan Jerome Watson to Jennifer Joyce
Watson and you could be my roommate! I would take care of you and
you would take care of me." I couldn't believe my ears, what was
she saying, she went on, "Remember when we were little and I used
to dress you up as my little sister and we would pretend. And
remember last year at school when I dressed you up as a girl for
Halloween, you looked better as a girl than you ever looked as a
guy, It took half the day before anyone found out who you really
were, and I knew some guys who would have hit on you until they
found out. You can do it. You don't have to be a glamour queen, you
can be a wallflower for all I care. I get a roommate that can keep
me in school, and you go to college and finish things out, It
can't be any worse than things are now."
   I sat and thought a lot, how can she be thinking that I would go
along with this. I looked at her and she said again, "Remember we
would be ROOMMATES and I would take care of you." 
   I couldn't believe it, but the words came out of my mouth, "YES!"
Cindy hugged me again and kissed me again and said, "J.J. you will
never regret it." I didn't know about that. "We've got to make
plans," Cindy said. "I'll go down and tell your parents that I
talked you into going back to school." and she ran down the stairs.
She talked for a long time and finally my dad called me down stairs
and said he was proud of my decision and said I was brave to make
the decision.
   I had no idea of what she told them, I hoped it was not anything
we talked about. I walked Cindy back to her car and she told me
what they discussed. She told them that she would look after me
back at school, but to insure that I adjusted, I needed to spend
the entire school year at college without coming home. No holidays,
nothing. I could call every once in a while, but I had to break all
of my ties, as to not have a relapse of homesickness. She would
take care of me and make sure I learned how to fit in. They agreed
and said that they would leave it all up to her. I couldn't believe
it, it sounded too bizarre to be true. Cindy kissed me goodbye and
told me to get a good nights sleep because we only had a couple of
days to get ready. She would stop by to pick me up at 8:00 am.
I went back into the house and talked to my parents. They thought
it was wonderful that Cindy was doing this, how lucky I was to have
her as a friend, if only they knew. I went up to bed and fell
asleep wondering what the next few days would bring.
   I woke up early the next day and got dressed. a quick bite to eat
and Cindy pulled up in the driveway, right on time. She seemed much
more excited about this than I could ever be. She had asked me to
bring my prescription for my glasses for some reason. Who knows.
Our first stop was school, Cindy went in to the guidance
department, with a little of undercover work and picked up a copy
of my transcripts as well as blanks. She made the proper
alterations and we were off. Next stop, Cindy's house. Cindy's mom
and dad both worked, so we were alone.
   We went upstairs to Cindy's room and the first thing she had me do
was to strip naked. I couldn't believe it! She gave me a pair of
her cotton panties to put on and a short silk robe. "J.J. you
better get used to it if we are going to pull this off." I couldn't
believe I was actually doing this. She started to measure me,
everywhere. She even got a little playful with me and I got an
erection, small as it were. Cindy turned to me and said, "Now J.J.,
we have no time for that now, we have a lot of work to do. If you're
a good GIRL, I will take care of you later." I found that Cindy was
really getting into this and I figured that if I was going to be
"taken care of" I should definitely play along. She finished up and
had me get dressed, except I left the panties on, she insisted that
I start getting into the part. We left and went to the mall. She
had asked me to bring the money I had earned from my computer
tutoring with me to take care of some essential items. When we got
to the mall, I found out what they were.
   First we went to her favorite lingerie shop, she bought several
pairs of panties, some bras, some foundation garments, camisoles
and tap pants sets, teddies, stockings and some nities. All told
the bill was over $200. I saw my money going fast. I was very
concerned that I was to be more "low key" looking than I thought
Cindy was going to make me out to be. I insisted that the balance
of the purchases reflect a more conservative look, she agreed. The
next place we went to was The Limited. She bought two pairs of
pants, a couple of blouses, sweaters, jeans and a denim skirt. (I
cringed when she bought that.) Another $200. After several more
stores, I had spent over $700 of my savings, but we were not done
yet. We went to the shoe store. Apparently Cindy had measured my
feet and found them to be the same size as hers. She bought me a
couple of pairs of tennies, a pair of ladies loafers, a pair of
stylish lace up shoes, a pair of Jazz shoes and a pair of black
boots with a low heal, finally she looked at me with a smile on her
face and purchased a pair of black 4" pumps with little bows at the
heal, I shook my head no several times and she still made the
purchase. Finally, feeling a little queasy, I sat down on a bench
in the middle of the mall, while she completed the errands. When
she came back, almost an hour later, she had several more bags from
various ladies stores and had spent another $600. Almost all of my
money. Last stop was the One hour eyeglass lab. She picked out a
very stylish pair of red frames and tried them on. She even had me
try them, I couldn't believe that she had me trying things on in
public. Satisfied, she had the stylist make up a pair, for "her",
with a violet to rose tint and handed the stylist my prescription.
It read J.J. Watson, She just posed as J.J. They said that they
would be ready in an hour and we took off for lunch. "J.J. when we
get back up to school, we will have you fitted for contact lenses,
they will be much more becoming when your dressed up." Oh Boy! What
was I getting into!
   I didn't feel much like eating, Cindy said that was all the better,
because I was going to have to get used to watching my figure. We
stopped back at the eyeglass place and Cindy picked up the
prescription. 
   We left the mall and when we got out to the car, she had me try on
the glasses. They were better fitting than the ones I presently
owned. Cindy thought I looked cute, I thought I looked like a boy
wearing girls glasses. We went back to her house and went up to her
room. We only had a few minutes until her Mom came home, so Cindy
proceeded to show me the other things she bought me: 
   First I had no intention in wearing most of the clothes and I
couldn't believe she bought them! First she showed me two dresses,
one was a black sweater dress that had a wide collar that she said
could be worn either off or on the shoulders. The other was a
floral pattern sun dress that buttoned up the front and was very
fitted. I don't know how she expected me to wear it. Then she
showed me a black leather skirt that was quite short and a drop
waisted, or at least that's what she called it, denim skirt that was
also short, but flared out at the hips. She bought me an assortment
of tops, all quite feminine and not what I had in mind and a few
more pairs of pants in various styles. Finally she showed me some
workout and what she called "Knock-about" clothes that were also
hard for me to imagine wearing. As she finished, her mother came
home. We had to quickly stow away the new items and come
downstairs. Cindy said goodbye to me and said she would call me
later. At about 10:00 I got a call from her and she said, "J.J.,
I spoke to Michelle, my friend who works at the salon I go to. I
got her to agree to take care of you before we go to school. I have
to make an excuse that we have to leave tomorrow afternoon to get
to school on time. Michelle will meet us at the salon at 7:00pm
after it closes for your appointment and take care of making you
beautiful. We can stay in a motel and leave for school Friday
morning as we had originally planned. So pack your stuff as if you
are going to go tomorrow, I'll call your Mom and tell her. I'll see
you tomorrow. Sleep tight girlfriend!" And she hung up. 
   I couldn't get a word in edgewise. I couldn't believe what she did.
She told someone else about this. A perfect stranger. How could
she.  What was she doing scheduling me for an "Appointment". I
didn't know if I was into this girlfriend stuff yet. I was going
to call her back and tell her the whole thing was off, but I wimped
out again. I was up all night thinking and when all was said and
done, I guess that State was going to end up with another 
Co-Ed this fall... ME! 
(To be continued)
The Co-Ed Pt. 2 

By Katherine Alicia Harrison 

  I awoke the next morning not quite well rested. I tossed and turned all 
night thinking about what was to come. At about 9:00, Cindy called my mother 
and started to tell her that the tryouts were pushed up until tomorrow 
morning and we would have to leave this afternoon for the 6 hour ride to 
State in order for her to be well rested in the morning. Mom bought the whole 
thing hook, line and sinker. Cindy, because she coerced me into going back to 
school, could do no wrong. Mom came up to tell me that Cindy had called and 
the whole story. I had to be packed and ready to leave by 4:00. I packed up 
most of my things and separated out what I was actually bringing from what I 
was pretending to bring. Those cases were being put into storage in Cindy's 
basement. Finally 4:00 came around and Cindy showed up in her white VW 
cabriolet. My father never thought that we would get all of the luggage into 
the tiny car. Finally after a very tearful goodbye, we were off. The first 
stop was to Cindy's house. We had left so early so that we could drop off and 
hide my stored luggage at her house in the back of the basement. I had a 
steamer trunk with a lock on it for all of my clothes. Cindy put a note on it 
saying, "Cindy's Summer Stuff" and We carried it down into the back of her 
basement. She said that her parents would never think it was anything else. 
We went upstairs and got the three suitcases with my new clothes and put them 
in the car. We had less room now than we did before, but we could still get 
the top up if we had to and lock everything up when we stopped for the night. 
I was so nervous, I was shaking like a leaf. We weren't to meet Michelle for 
another hour, her salon was at the mall in the next town over. We parked the 
car at the mall and Cindy grabbed the small suit case she had packed for me. 
We walked around the mall and window shopped for a while. Cindy picked out a 
pair of gold stud earrings and said that she wanted Michelle to pierce my 
ears. I said no way, but she bought them anyway. We saw the last person leave 
the salon and watched as the owner told Michelle to lock up when she was 
finished. We waited until the coast was clear and headed over to the salon. 
Michelle was a very pretty redhead, very trendy dresser, wearing a leopard 
print blouse and stone washed jeans that fit her like a glove. She was 
wearing low heals and lots of jewelry. I timidly entered the salon and she 
brought us into the back while she closed up in front. Finally we sat down 
and Michelle started right in, "So J.J., I'm going to help you fit into your 
new role. Cindy said you would be a great candidate, how do you feel about 
it." I was about to have a breakdown, Cindy gave me a Valium, that she stole 
from her mother and told me to relax. I was honest with Michelle, that I was 
scared to death and I had no idea how I was going to pull it off. Cindy 
looked at me and said, "J.J., you don't give me enough credit. Do you want to 
forget the whole thing and have me take you back home to be a quitter!" She 
seemed almost angry, I didn't want to upset her and I didn't want to be a 
quitter and said, "No, this is what I want." I think the Valium was kicking 
in, because my knees stopped shaking. Michelle said fine, lets get started. 
She took me into the back and had me strip naked. I was very self conscious 
as she looked me over. She covered my torso with a smelly cream and had me 
wait about 20 minutes before taking a shower. The small amount of hair that 
was on my body was gone. I was told to lay down on a low table and she 
proceeded to wax my legs and "bikini line", boy was that ruff. Cindy gave me 
a pair of white cotton panties to wear and a kimono like robe. Michelle 
brought me into the main salon room and sat me at one of the stations. Next 
she waxed my eyebrows and used the electrolysis needle on my faint beard. She 
said I needed a few more treatments (I didn't know it was permanent) She then 
gave me a facial and removed the small callouses from my feet. I couldn't 
believe the process I was going through, but the pill had done its job and I 
could feel no pain. I was given a pedicure and saw that my toenails were now 
pink. Michelle brought me over to the shampoo sink and shampooed and 
conditioned my hair. She gave me a cut that framed my face and proceeded to 
give me a perm. I couldn't stand the smell of the perming solution, but 
couldn't do much about it. The perm was done and when she finished with the 
styling and some highlighting, I wasn't allowed to look. I think that Cindy 
thought that I would leave right then and there. I insisted on seeing myself, 
but Cindy convinced me that I wanted to wait until they were done. Michelle 
then took me over to the manicurists table and gave me tips and wraps and 
several layers of polish as well, I protested when she made the nails so 
long, so she filed them down to a more conservative length and gave them 
another coat of pink polish and a top coat. Finally I was brought over to the 
Cosmetician area, first, much against my protests, Michelle pierced my ears. 
Cindy gave her the gold studs for me to wear. 


The COED Pt. 3 

By Katherine Alicia Harrison 

   
  She then started on my makeup. I asked her as calmly as I could not to go 
too wild. She promised. I ended up with a rather subdued look except for my 
eyes, where she used lots of mascara. Cindy brought out the overnight case 
that she had brought in and took out the clothes she picked for me to wear. 
She had two outfits chosen. The one which included the denim skirt, I refused 
to wear. The other was a pair of jeans with a blouse of white cotton with 
puffy sleeves, I said OK and she proceeded to get me dressed. She had me take 
off my panties and put on a flesh colored g-string like garment that was 
quite elastic. It pushed the last vestiges of my maleness up and underneath 
me. I was then given a pair of white lacy bikinis and a matching white bra. I 
had to wear an elastic waist cincher to give me a little shape. It was 
uncomfortable, but bearable. She gave me a pair of silicone filled inserts 
used for mastectomy patients that filled out my bra to a B-cup.  It felt 
strange to feel the additional weight on my chest, and they jiggled when I 
moved. The blouse, I found out, was a western style that buttoned on the bias 
and had a very tailored taper. Cindy gave me a pair of socks to wear, I 
thought to myself, "Thank God she didn't want me to wear stockings." I put 
the jeans on and they fit well. The had a wide waistband and fit to show off 
my rear. The jeans were baggy fit in the legs and tapered to the ankle. The 
ankles had zippers and little bows at the top of the zippers. Cindy gave me 
the boots she bought for me. They were short boots with a low heal and a 
little decoration at the top. She handed me my new glasses, fastened a gold 
chain with a little heart pendant around my neck and gave me gold cuff 
bracelet to wear. I turned around and looked in the mirror and almost passed 
out. I was a GIRL! With my glasses on I looked a little "book wormish", but I 
looked like the kind of girl that if I took off my glasses, I could show real 
promise. I couldn't believe it. I was actually excited, this could really 
work. I didn't want to appear too enthusiastic to Cindy, or she would 
probably make me wear the skirt and heels, but I began to feel that this 
wasn't going to be too bad after all. 
  My hair was not the BROWN it was before, but a cute brunette with reddish 
highlights. The perm was still kind of tight, but it framed my face nicely 
and cascaded in curls down the back just above my shoulders. I had cute bangs 
in the front. My eyes were deep with a golden eye shadow and long black 
lashes. My lips were a soft pink-coral color matching my nails. They were 
full, almost pouty. My look was that of a college coed. Cindy was very 
pleased with how I looked and said, "Lets go out and celebrate!" I didn't 
know about going out in public yet, but off we went. 
  We left the salon and Michele locked up. On the other side of the mall was a 
restaurant that also had a small niteclub. The drinking age was 18, and I was 
still 17 until next week. The last thing I needed was to get proofed. Cindy 
noticed my hesitancy and said, "Don't worry honey, we are only going to get 
something to eat." 
  We went inside and were seated at a table. I noticed how different women are 
treated in public places and I liked it. We ordered salads and I ordered a 
Perrier. Cindy ordered wine and was proofed, she was already 18 and I cringed 
when the waiter looked at me and thought about asking for my proof as well. 
One of the things I had not thought about in all of this was my voice. I had 
a high squeaky voice for a guy, but for a girl, I still didn't have the 
mannerisms down fully and thought I would be a dead giveaway if I attempted 
to talk. At first I whispered, almost feigning that I had lost my voice. As I 
became more comfortable I spoke a little clearer, but was still apprehensive. 
We finished dinner and as I should of thought, Cindy wanted to go into the 
niteclub. After pleading on my part, she relented. We said our goodbyes to 
Michelle and were off to the motel for the night. Cindy had picked a place 
about 50 miles up the interstate and we headed off. I found myself thinking 
about my new existence and what was happening to me as we drove along the 
highway, I had a lot of things to think about. Cindy was playing the stereo 
and a Carly Simon song came on. We found ourselves singing along and I began 
to fall more and more into the acceptance of my female role. I liked the 
feeling I was getting, the acceptance by Cindy and the fact that I was 
starting over as a girl. 
When we finally got to the motel, Cindy went into the office to check in. I 
waited by the car and came to the realization all of a sudden that Cindy and 
I were going to be sleeping in the same room. I felt stupid, because we were 
going to be roommates at school, but it hadn't occurred to me the fact that 
rooming together meant sleeping together. (I'm a little airy sometimes). 
Cindy came back to the car and we unpacked what we needed and went into the 
room. The room was plain and clean and I guess thats all that mattered. It 
was hot because the air conditioning had not been turned on. Cindy 
immediately striped down to her bra and panties. What an incredible body she 
had. Her breasts were full and pert. The tiny bikini was barely covering her 
crotch. She was every 18 year old guys dream girl. She sat on her bed, (there 
were double beds) and told me to get comfortable. Even though she saw me buck 
naked before, I still felt self conscious undressing in front of her. Finally 
I too striped down to my bra and panties. Here we were too young girls on 
their way to college. It was almost 10:30 and it had been a long day. Cindy 
had promised both her and my folks that we would call when we got to school. 
Since we were supposed to be at school tonight, we had to call. I felt 
strange talking to my mother while wearing a bra, but soon got over it. 
Finally after I finished the call and Cindy talked to her parents, we got 
ready for the night. Cindy changed into a very sheer white teddy and told me 
to go into the bathroom to get ready while she put out my things for the 
night. Cindy had me wash up, take off my makeup and wear alot of moisturizer 
the night. She had me put on some perfumed dusting powder and when I had 
returned to the bedroom, she had a pink baby doll set laid out for me to 
wear. I didn't want to get into the habit of wearing such totally feminine 
things, she coerced me by becoming very amorous and started telling me that 
she would make me feel so good if I did what she said.  I couldn't help 
myself with such an offer and I put on the sexy nitie and laid down on the 
bed. Cindy sat beside me and started to tell me how glad she was that I 
wanted to go along with her and be her girlfriend. She lit up a joint and 
gave it to me. I had never indulged before and coughed a little at first then 
got into it.  She stroked my hair and made me feel better than I had in a long 
time. She got up and pulled a small soft case out of her overnight bag and 
placed it down on the bed next to me. Then she reached over and dropped the 
spaghetti straps that held up the top to my nitie. She started to trace 
little circles around my hardening nipples and then reached over and started 
sucking on them. I was in heaven! While she played and sucked, she said that 
I was a pretty girl and pretty girls who allow themselves the pleasure of 
fulfilling themselves as women, feel this kind of pleasure all the time. 
Wouldn't it be wonderful if I were to attempt to be all the woman I could be 
and feel these pleasures regularly. Feeling as I did right at that moment, it 
was hard to deny that I was enjoying this experience immensely. She said that 
normally she was not into "girls", but wanted to show me the pleasures of 
being a woman. I wanted to reciprocate, but she said that she was not a 
lesbian and that her sexual desires as well as mine would soon be fulfilled 
by the new men in our lives. I was totally opposed to the notion, but caught 
up in the moment, did not object. 
  Cindy reached down and pulled on the little ties that held up my bikini 
bottoms. She pulled down the g-string device that held my maleness in place 
and gently started stroking my little "Clit", as she called it. The 
sensations were fantastic. As felt my pulse quicken and I began to shake, she 
stopped momentarily and removed from her bag a small battery operated 
vibrating rubber cock. She continued stroking me while she touched the dildo 
to my cheek. She reached over and kissed me and said, "Jennifer show me what 
kind of woman you really are," and proceeded to feed me the 8" long phallus. 
I reluctantly sucked on it as she quickened the pace of stroking me. My 
saliva that coated the cock, lubricated it. Cindy took it out of my mouth and 
reached down and slowly began to touch the rosebud of my ass with it as she 
continued to stroke my "clit". She said that I should learn what it would be 
like to have a man inside of me. Too caught up in the heat of the moment to 
protest, she then slowly inserted the vibrating phallus into my virgin 
"pussy". As she maneuvered the dildo, she stroked me until I erupted into her 
hand. I collapsed, exhausted. To tired to object, she reached up and fed me 
my own cum, saying, "Be a good girl Jen and lick it all up, in time you will 
learn to love it, especially when it comes from the right guy." I was drained 
and tired and too wasted to be argumentative about my sexual preferences. I 
fell asleep in her arms and didn't awaken until the first light.
   Cindy had already awaken and dressed when I got up. She was wearing a 
short white skirt, a cute red and white top with straps and white bows at the 
shoulders, and stockings with red flats. She laid out my clothes for the day, 
after last night I could hardly protest. She had set out a pair of pink and violet 
tropical pattern shorts that had a tie waist and a matching blouse with short 
cap sleeves. She also put out a matching pink bra and bikini panty set and a 
pair of pantyhose. I said to myself that there was no way she was getting me 
into them. I went into the bathroom and took a shower. I got out, dried off, 
wrapped the towel around me and went back into the bedroom. Cindy sat me 
down at the desk and proceeded to do my makeup. She was a little more generous 
than Michelle and used a lot of blush, a generous amount of mauve colored eye 
shadow and a violet eye liner and mascara. She outlined my lips with a dark 
pink lip pencil and filled in with a frosted pink lipstick and blended them 
with the lip brush. When she was done, I was more feminine than I could ever 
imagine. This was all happening too quickly. I got a little nervous, but 
Cindy calmed me down. I put on my "device" and slipped into the panties. The 
were seamed to hug my derriere and were very lacy. The bra was very lacy as 
well and very sheer. When she put the breast forms in the cups of the bra, 
the "nipples" of the forms pressed into the bra and were quite apparent. 
Cindy loved the way I looked. I protested greatly, but as everything seamed 
to have gone in the last few days, she talked me into wearing the pantyhose. 
They felt strange on my skin, but made my legs look most feminine. I put on 
the shorts, they were different than I first pictured them. They looked like 
a skirt and tied in place, Cindy called them "Diaper Shorts!". I wasn't too 
happy about this. Although they were a cute pattern and had all sorts of 
tropical flowers on them. I then put on the blouse and buttoned the front. I 
then realized why Cindy didn't have me wear the cincher. The blouse was a 
midriff. The front also tied into a knot which, in combination with my new 
found "breasts", made for a most feminine figure. The nipples in the breast 
forms were clearly visible through my blouse. This was more than I could 
handle, I was about to protest when Cindy said, "Jen dear, if your are going 
to be my roommate, you are going to have to keep up with me. In other words, 
I'm not living with a nerd! If you don't like it we can stop right now, but I 
will do nothing to help you and you can go back home and explain why you look 
the way you do. I want you to feel comfortable as a girl and to be able to be 
accepted by my new friends at school. You are going to have to loosen up. I 
wont force you all the time to wear sexy feminine things, but sometimes its 
for your own good. YOU HEAR ME?" I heard her loud and clear and thought it 
was wise not to show my displeasure. Which was particularly hard when she 
brought out the next items for me to wear. "Now Jennifer, put these on and 
get used to them." They were a pair of 4" purple pumps. I was never going to 
wear them, but the stern looks I was getting from Cindy changed my mind. They 
were difficult to walk in but after a few minutes of walking around. I got 
used to taking short minced steps and was able to keep my balance. I looked 
at myself in the full length mirror behind the door and saw a sexy young 
woman staring back at me. The top was very feminine and fitted. It had a wide 
collar and was buttoned low. My bra pushed what little flesh I had on my 
chest together to show a slight bit of cleavage. My waist was slim enough to 
get away with, although I new Cindy wanted me to loose weight. The shorts 
were very sexy, they tied at my waist and were high cut on the sides where 
the flaps tied in place. My legs encased in the stockings were quite shapely 
considering, even my knees weren't too knobby. My calves were stretched by 
the height of the heals and looked most sexy, especially from behind where, 
if I must say so myself, I had a really cute ass. Particularly elevated by 
the heals. Cindy had me sit down and she tied a cute pink ribbon around my 
hair and tied a bow at the top. She then fastened my necklace with the heart 
pendant around my neck and also put a matching bracelet with a little 
dangling gold heart around my ankle. I was becoming a provocative young 
woman! After everything was done, she sprayed me with a generous dose of 
L'air du Temps and we finished packing and were off. When we got into the 
car, Cindy handed me a pair of purple sunglasses that she had made up for me 
in my prescription. She used the last of the money I had given her to pay for 
them. She said I looked like a starlet!



 The Co-Ed Boy


  It took us about 5 hours to reach State. I relaxed as we rode down the 
highway and we talked, laughed and sang the whole way. By the time we reached 
school, I had become lots more comfortable with my appearance. I even didn't 
mine all of the stares I was receiving from the truckers as we drove along 
the highway. Cindy and I smoked a joint at a stop we made along the way and I 
was so relaxed that I actually found myself flirting when they passed us by. 
When we reached the college, Cindy drove over to the Administration building 
and met with the guy she met in admissions. After reluctantly promising to 
make a date with him for the homecoming weekend if he did her this favor, he 
got my papers changed and gave her a submission slip for Jennifer Joyce 
Watson. She thanked him and we were off to housing. At the housing office we 
were assigned to the coed dorms on the south side of campus. Cindy was hoping 
for the coed dorms, so was I because each room had its own bathroom, thank 
God, we were in luck. We went over to the dorms and found our room on the 
second floor. As we walked up the stairs, we met two guys that lived down the 
hall, Don and Rob. They were most glad to meet us, I could tell by the rise 
in their shorts, and helped us bring up our stuff. Don was a freshman 
football player and was huge, over 6'5" and had a perfect body. Cindy almost 
had an orgasm thinking about him on our hall. Rob was a lacrosse player, he 
was about 6' and wore glasses. He had longer blonde hair and was thin but 
muscular. Cindy looked at me and then looked at Rob, back and forth, I knew 
she was up to no good. After talking to the guys for a while, Cindy and Don 
doing most of the talking, Rob and I being more shy, Don asked Cindy to go 
out with him on Friday night, she accepted and then did the fateful act of 
saying, "Why don't we make it a double date and Robbie can take Jenny." My 
heart stopped! What was she doing. I was nervous just talking to these guys, 
here she was setting me up on a date. Rob was smiling and asked me out, I 
looked back at Cindy and she was giving me the evil eye as if to say, "You 
better say yes." I looked down and then at Rob and said yes. It was done. We 
said goodbye to the guys and settled into the room. I was very quite and just 
went about unpacking my things, pouting. Cindy came over to me, sat me down 
on the bed and said, "J.J. you will be fine, remember, you must relax and 
accept who and what you are. Look at you, you are a desireable girl. And you 
will be even better. By the time we finish this year, you will be wondering 
what it was like to be a boy, and never wanting to know again. You are going 
to love who you are, the thing that are going to happen to you. If we can get 
your body in shape and do a few other things, maybe you could even become a 
cheerleader like me! Wouldn't that be fun. I know everything will be alright. 
OK." As apprehensive as I was, I knew I was going to have to deal with this. 
I was in too deep right now and could not get out. I took a deep breath and 
said "Alright". Cindy smiled and kissed my forehead. And said, "Honey, lets 
go over to the field house, you can watch Cheerleader practice and then we 
can get a drink." She grabbed her workout stuff and we went over to the gym. 
I sat up in the stands in the gym and watched the girls practice. They were 
all so sexy and athletic. Instead of thinking about them as I would have only 
a few weeks ago, I was thinking differently. I wanted to be one of them. I 
wanted to have a body like theirs I wanted to look as good as they did, and 
thinking of the meeting back at the dorm with the guys, I wanted to attract 
men as they did. I really wanted to be a complete woman. I loved how I 
looked, even though I had protested so much, I was really getting into this. 
And I was actually looking forward to Friday night and my date with Robbie. 

The COED Pt. 4 

By Katherine Alicia Harrison 

Over the next couple of days after Cindy and I arrived at State, we got 
settled in. Cindy didn't push me to hard over the first few days and seemed 
to let me become more acclimated to my new role. We got set up with Cafeteria 
passes, Student I.D.'s and all of that other type of stuff. Cindy even got a 
copy of a fake license correction form put through that changed the name and 
gender on the state records that enabled me to get a new Picture I.D. drivers 
license, although I got so nervous at the Motor Vehicles office that I ended 
up getting sick in the ladies room. The way that I looked was like the 
majority of girls on campus and Cindy was in the minority. I wore my "State" 
sweats, jeans and loose shirts, just like most of the girls in the dorm. 
Cindy was the one to wear the more sexy and feminine clothes and was always 
needling me to try some new make up or one of her new outfits. I was starting 
to feel more secure and willing to go along with this as I gained more 
confidence that I could fit in, as long as I didn't have to try too much too 
soon. Cindy seemed to recognize this and didn't push me too hard. Classes 
started on Thursday morning and my schedule was a killer. I had 8:00 classes 
every morning but Fridays. Several computer labs and one night course in 
information science on Wednesday nights. All told I was carrying 20 credits, 
more than almost anyone in the dorm. I slowly got to meet some of the other 
people in the dorms. Lori and Megan were in the room next to us. Lori was a 
nursing student and was a gorgeous brunette, she looked much older and 
sophisticated than the other freshman girls. Megan was a partier, a little 
chunky and had wild short, bleached blond hair. She wore really funky clothes 
and made me laugh alot. On the other side of our room was Andrea and 
Christine. Andrea was a business student and was not always the friendliest, 
she seemed kind of aloof. Christine was a Computer Sciences major, like me 
and was very quiet. Cindy said Christine could be pretty if she tried more, I 
thought that she was kind of pretty, Cindy said, "Jen your alot prettier than 
she is." I was both happy and embarrassed to hear that. "Andrea was just a 
bitch," and as Cindy would say, "Nobody would bother looking at her anyway." 
Although I thought she was very pretty, in a preppie sort of way. The other 
side of the hall were mostly guys. Don and Robbie lived on the one end of the 
hall, next to them Fred and Salmi. Fred was the text book nerd! As a matter 
of fact, as Cindy constantly reminds me, he was alot like what I was like. 
(Fred is a living incentive for me to become a full fledged woman) Salmi is 
your stereotype Indian, the type that you usually find in 7-11's. He doesn't 
even attempt to break the stereotype, even when everybody busts on him. 
  We've never seen the two guys next to them, Cindy thinks their dead. It must 
be from smoking too much grass, because the hall by their room reeks of it. 
Next to them were Al and James. Al is a basketball player, almost 6'6" and 
never is without a ball, I think it was part of him at birth. James is a 
drama major and James is where I have a little problem. On Tuesday night, 
Cindy and I stayed up late watching Casablanca. I was the only one in the 
world who had never seen it before, according to Cindy. After the movie was 
over it was after 2:00am and I was exhausted. I fell fast asleep and started 
dreaming. In my dream, I was kissing Rick goodbye at the airfield, when I 
looked into his eyes, IT WAS JAMES I WAS KISSING! I woke up with a start. 
First, it was the first time I had ever dreamt I was a girl. Second why 
James? He was a very good looking guy. Cindy said he was too short, although 
anyone under 6' was too short for Cindy, James was about 5'10". He looks alot 
like Kusak on L.A. Law. It scared me a little to find myself acting this way. 
I guess some of my actions are almost unreal these days, while others, even 
dreams, are awaking me to the reality that I am living a life of a girl. 
  Joan and Veronica are next to them and Joan is wierd. She is a delayed 
flower child or something, a real throwback to the sixties. She is never in 
the dorms anyway, she usually stays off campus with her Hippie boyfriend. 
Veronica is a cheerleader with Cindy, although I don't think they like each 
other, it's the competitive thing you know. Veronica's boyfriend stays over 
alot. Cindy and I laugh because they try to be so discrete sneaking into the 
room at night. Veronica is a screamer, in other words, when Jay, her 
boyfriend, is screwing her, she screams out loud. Cindy says she could wake 
the dead. Megan does a great Veronica impression that has us all in stitches. 
  The last room at the end of the hall is the Japanese guys, Yoshi and Hero. 
They are a story for another time. 
  Anyway on Thursday I went to my classes. I had a Freshman English class, 
English Lit. 101, with Professor Jordan. He was an older professor who read 
Shakespeare for the entire class period. A little hard to take first thing in 
the morning. After that I had a computer lab. This was way below my level, 
thank God the grad student, Alan, recognized that I should be doing more 
elevated work and talked Dr. Royce, Dean of the Computer Sciences school, to 
allow me to take the grad level lab next door. Alan is a little nerdy, but 
kinda nice. I was off in the early afternoon and had a Math lecture from 
4:00-5:30 then I was done for the day. Friday I had classes from 10:00 to 
4:00 straight through. It was tough to get around. The campus is so big and 
the buildings are not all in the same area, I have to take the campus shuttle 
and its not always on time. 
  Friday classes were finished and when I got back to the dorms, Cindy was in 
the room waiting for me. She was bound and determined to get me dressed up 
for my date that night. I convinced her to let me off the hook because it was 
my first time. She said, "At least let me make you look a little better." I 
said OK, and she started in. I took a long hot shower and washed my hair. I 
got out and put on my short silk robe. My perm had been loosening and began 
to look more naturally curly. Cindy combed my hair back away from my face and 
started in on my makeup. First I was given a dusting of scented powder all 
over  me. Then Cindy spent more time than usual with my foundation, getting 
the look she wanted. She then went to work on my eyes. She spent some time 
plucking out some additional eyebrow hairs, was that painful, until she got 
the arch thin and high. A copper shadow and deep dark brown eye liner and 
mascara in great quantities were put on my eyes. She then outlined my lips 
far beyond their usual outline in a red lip pencil and filled them in with 
RED! lipstick. She said, "Jen dear, don't pout tonight. Robbie will come in 
his pants thinking of what those sensational lips of yours could do to him." 
I blushed bright red with the thought and began to have another anxiety 
attack until Cindy calmed me down. She promised no more jokes. She filed and 
shaped my nails, which had grown during the week. I had found them to be a 
little difficult to use on the keyboard of the computer, but not too bad. 
Cindy put on a matching red nail polish on them and gave them two coats. My 
hands were looking quite feminine when she was done. She then did my hair and 
after a weeks supply of hair spray and almost singing my head with the blow 
dryer she was done. My hair was full, high upsweep in the front, curls 
framing my face and a cascade of curls down the back. I looked in the mirror 
and another person was staring back at me. A sexy voluptuous woman, ME! I 
couldn't get over it, I was enjoying this. Cindy laid out my underwear and I 
stopped dead in my tracks when I saw what she laid out. A black 
bustier/corset, a pair of black lacy bikini panties and black lace pantyhose. 
"No Way" was I going to wear them. Cindy convinced me that I needed the 
support of the bustier to hold me in. The panties would not leave a panty 
line and the pantyhose were to be worn because of the shoes she was having me 
wear. I reluctantly agreed and she helped me get dressed. First I put on the 
bustier. It was boned and took a little maneuvering to get me all into it. By 
the time she was done, my waist was nipped in and the cups of the bra were 
filled with my silicone inserts. Cindy said, "We've got to figure out a way 
to fill you out more naturally, I will have to see about that." I wasn't 
paying much attention, I was just trying to breathe from the corset. My 
device was put in place, hiding my male anatomy and I pulled the panties up 
my smooth legs. I then stepped into the pantyhose. They were a pretty lace 
pattern and made my legs look so sexy. She wanted badly to get me into a 
skirt, that was pushing it a little far, and settled on a pair of black 
pleated slacks and a red, sleeveless, angora sweater with a very wide 
neckline. I didn't realize until after I was dressed that the top was to be 
worn off the shoulders. Thats why she had me wear the bustier. I felt very 
exposed with my shoulders like that. Finally I stepped into a pair of black 
kidskin pumps. They had a 4" heel and bows at the back. The pants gathered 
above the ankle, my feet looked so sexy with the lace stockings in the high 
heals. Cindy gave me a wide black leather belt with a bow on the buckle and a 
matching purse. I'm still finding out about things she bought for me. I wore 
a little gold necklace with Cindy's ruby drop pendant and a gold bracelet. 
Cindy got me to take out my gold studs and wear large hoops that she had 
bought. They felt strange on my ears. But in the mirror, WOW!!! I was all 
woman. Cindy didn't let me wear my glasses, she said my eyes were too pretty 
to ruin them. She insisted that in the next week I be fitted for contacts. I 
stood there looking at myself for almost half an hour while Cindy finished 
getting dressed. She wore a black minidress that was worn off the shoulder 
just like me and the same black lace pantyhose and black pumps as I had on. 
She liked them so much, she bought two pairs. I looked much better than I 
could of ever imagined, but Cindy was a total knockout. She didn't wear a bra 
and it was quite obvious. I actually found myself becoming jealous of her, I 
wanted so badly at that moment to be able to look like her. I couldn't 
believe what I was thinking. 
  We met the guys outside of the dorm. Rob was wearing docksiders, chinos and 
a golf shirt, he looked so preppie. Don wore his usual button down shirt and 
jeans. We said hello and a rush of anxiety came over me. I was going out on a 
date with a guy! I was so nervous, my knees were knocking. I had never been 
on a date before, even as a guy. Who would have ever guessed that my first 
one would be in high heels. Cindy asked Don to drive her car and Rob and I 
got in the back seat. It was tight, Rob put his arm back and it ended up 
around me. I was having a hard time with this. We ended up going over to 
Chesters, a local campus hangout. They had a band tonight and they were going 
to start up after dinner. We grabbed a table and Rob was quite gallant with 
me, I began to relax a little and ordered a glass of white wine. We started 
talking and I got more and more relaxed. We ordered dinner and I was careful 
not to get off my diet, Cindy was being very strict with me. By the time 
dinner was over the band had set up and started on a set of dance music. 
Cindy and Don got up right away and Rob and I sat and made some small talk. 
He was quite nice, I liked him. It got too loud to talk and Rob wanted to 
dance, I tried to maneuver out of it, but I couldn't. 
  The first time you dance in high heals is an experience. I had a lot of 
difficulty, particularly since I never danced in ANY shoes before, much less 
4" pumps. Robbie was very nice and beared with me. I was glad when the set 
was over and we went back to the table. As soon as I got there, I downed 
another glass of wine. I was starting to feel no pain. We talked some more 
and I drank some more, I was having a good time. Robbie liked me and I liked 
him. He was kinda cute. The band started up again and he pulled me out onto 
the dance floor. They started with a slow set. I was relaxed, but not this 
relaxed. They started playing Always and Robbie pulled me close to him. At 
first I was a little standoffish, but as the song went on, I became a little 
more relaxed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his 
shoulder. He held me closer and his hands wandered to my bottom. I felt him 
stiffen against me and it was a little unsettling at first. I was exciting 
him, he wanted me, AS A WOMAN! His hands caressed my rear and he kissed 
me on the cheek. 


The COED Pt. 5 

By Katherine Alicia Harrison 

 
  I looked up to him and stared right into his eyes, I was totally entranced 
by him. All of a sudden he pulled me close and kissed me deeply. At first I 
did nothing, then I resisted slightly and finally I found myself kissing him 
back. We stopped when the song was over, and just looked at each other. I was 
weak in the knees. I just kissed this guy and liked it. What was happening to 
me. The next songs were party tunes, one after another. We danced every one. 
By the time the band played Shout, I was a wild woman, dancing like crazy. We 
were both having such a great time I didn't want to stop. What a night! Cindy 
came over to me and said we should go powder our noses. I followed her to the 
ladies room and we were like two giggling high school girls. She wanted to 
know everything, all of the details. I told her everything and she went 
crazy. She couldn't believe that he kissed me the way he did and that he 
seemed to like me so much. I had to break up our conversation because I had 
to pee. I had too much wine in me. When I went into the stall and maneuvered 
myself into position, I thought to myself that pantyhose must of been 
invented by a man, because no woman would have invented something that would 
be so difficult to maneuver in on the john. Anyway, I came out and fixed my 
makeup, I need to replace a substantial amount of lipstick. I found myself, 
with Cindy's help, to be getting better and better at makeup. When we 
returned to the guys, they had ordered us more wine, I joked that we were 
being "plied with liquor", Cindy thought that the comment, coming from me in 
particular, was hysterical and laughed out loud. We danced until closing and 
drove back over to the dorms. Robbie put his arm around me and I sat close to 
him for the ride home. He was strong and made me feel so tiny under his arm. 
He played with my hair and traced circles on my bare shoulder. I was getting 
more and more excited and more and more nervous at the same time. He wanted 
me and I WANTED HIM!, but I know it could not happen. We got back to the 
parking lot near the dorms and parked in the back. Don and Cindy got right 
into it in the front seat, kissing and hugging. Robbie looked at me and 
touched my cheek. I couldn't hold back and reached up and kissed him. Soon he 
had pulled me on to his lap and we were sucking on each others tongues and 
caressing each other. Robbie reached down and put his hand on my right 
breast. I knew what he wanted and as much as I wanted to at that moment, he 
wasn't going to get it. I pushed of him and whispered in his ear, "I'm not 
going to give you all of the goods on our first date." He was not as 
disappointed as I thought he would be and asked if there was going to be 
another date. I said that there would be if he asked me. So we made a date 
for Saturday night. 
  I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I was enjoying myself doing it. We 
got Cindy and Don to break it up in the front seat and the guys brought us 
back to the dorms. I thought I was going to be without a roommate for the 
night, but Don and Robbie kissed Cindy and I goodnight and said that they 
would see us tomorrow. When we got back to the room, we both squealed out 
loud. Cindy seemed as turned on by the fact that I was making out with Robbie 
as she was by making out with Don. I was finding out what it was like to be a 
woman. I loved it. I had no idea how I was going to keep it up, but at that 
point I tried not to think about it. 
  I felt so great, I even wore a sexy black lace baby doll to bed instead of 
my usual nite shirt. Cindy and I sat up and talked for another hour. She told 
me that I should relax and let things happen. To my disbelief, she thought 
that Robbie would like me no matter what kind of girl I was. I never thought 
I would let him find out. I fell asleep thinking about Robbie and how much I 
wanted to feel him as a woman would. How I would make love to him. 
  The next morning was Saturday and Cindy and I slept in. We got up around 
noon and already I was thinking about our dates for that evening. I couldn't 
believe that a guy was making me go so crazy. All I could think about was 
him, what I was going to wear, where we were going, what we were going to do, 
everything. I was a mess. Cindy recommended that we go over to the mall to 
buy a couple of new outfits for our date, I agreed and we got ready to go. I 
threw on my normal loose jeans and sweatshirt. Cindy just shook her head and 
said, "I thought you were into being a fox, not just some scabby looking 
nerdy girl." I didn't want to be thought of that way, and my mind was so 
confused about everything that was happening anyway, I got changed. I ended 
up wearing my tight stone washed jeans, my black boots and a red and black 
striped blouse. Cindy fixed my hair and helped me with my make up. When she 
was all done, I looked dam good! We grabbed our purses and headed over to the 
mall. The first place we stopped was The Limited, I'm beginning to love this 
store. They have great outfits. I was looking around and all of a sudden, 
Cindy grabbed my arm and brought me over to a rack where they were having a 
sale on several different items. One in particular was a black leather skirt 
that was half price and my size. I looked at her and at first said no way, 
before I knew it we were in the dressing room with the skirt and three other 
items. Cindy said to me, "You like Robbie, don't you?" I said yes. "And he 
likes you, right?" I said, "Yea, I think so." "So he will like you even more 
in this skirt!" I thought for a minute and said, "OK". Cindy said great and I 
tried it on. The skirt was straight with a 18" hem and a back slit. It was a 
good 4" above my knee when I looked down. I ended up getting the skirt, but I 
really didn't think I would wear it. The reality was, that I liked being a 
girl, but on my own terms, not Cindy's. I decided that I would not hold back 
from trying to look the best I could, but with the things that looked right 
for me. I wanted to be feminine and sexy, without looking flashy. Maybe 
someday I would go towards a wilder more provocative look, but for now my 
tastes seemed to be leaning towards eyelet and lace. We went into several 
other stores and I began to realize, more and more, that I really liked 
softer more feminine looks, different than the tastes that Cindy had. I 
actually bought a couple of longer fuller cotton skirts and some pretty 
blouses to go with them. I bought a beautiful lace blouse and skirt and a 
very cute outfit of a billowy light blue skirt in a pretty print and a 
matching blouse. It wasn't just a skirt, more like a jumper, with wide 
shoulder straps that came up from the waist. I ended up also buying another 
lacy blouse that went with the outfit. I even bought a couple of pairs of 
heals, a pair of flats and a pair of cream colored high healed ankle boots 
with lots of detailing. They were so pretty. We went back to the dorms after 
a full afternoon of shopping. It was almost 5:00pm and our dates were picking 
us up at 7:30. We were going to a Country Western party and hayride up in the 
mountains, Dan was a real cowboy at heart and said he wouldn't miss this 
annual event. 
  I took a quick shower and shaved my legs. I examined my body and no matter 
how hard I tried, there is no way that I could pull off fully being a girl 
with out some major physical changes. What would happen if Robbie really 
tried something, how could I explain if I was "read". I began to get nervous 
again.   Cindy calmed me down and helped me with my make up and hair. She 
said, "J.J. you look more like a girl than three quarters of the women on 
campus, so stop your fretting." I felt better with her encouragement and felt 
if I was going to continue to carry this off, I would have to be the best 
looking girl I could. I wanted a softer look, so I chose pinks and soft mauve 
eye shadow in my makeup. I wore my hair pinned back on the sides and brushed 
soft bangs in the front while I left a cascade of curls down the back. 
  I felt so pretty that way. I decided to wear my new all lace outfit. It was 
a beautiful cream colored lace with tiny pink ribbons woven into the pattern. 
The blouse was very fitted and had a Victorian waistline to it. I needed to 
get myself ready to wear it. I wore my cream colored satin and lace corset 
and had Cindy pull it very tight. I still was not used to the constricting 
feeling it gave me. I put the inserts into the bra cups of the foundation 
garment and adjusted the shoulder straps to fit properly. I adjusted the 
flesh colored g-string that I wore to conceal my maleness. 
  For the first time, I wore soft ivory colored lace stockings that I had 
bought and fastened them to the garters of the corset. The feeling of the 
stockings felt wonderful caressing my legs. I pulled a beautiful pair of 
cream colored Vanity Fair panties up and smoothed them into place. They were 
satiny with lace trim and looked wonderful on me. I turned and Cindy snapped 
a picture of me with her Polaroid. She said that I looked like a Victorian 
lady at the boudoir. We both giggled. I put on the blouse. It had a 
sweetheart neckline with lots of ruffles and lace. The bodice was all lace. 
It had huge puffy sleeves with three button cuffs with ruffles and pearl 
buttons down the back, Cindy had to button me into it. I bought a single 
petti-slip to wear with the skirt, it gave the skirt a little more fullness. 
I put on the skirt and found that the drop waist and lace detailing made me 
look oh so feminine. The skirt came down way below my knees, but above my 
ankles. The slip gave it a little fullness but not as much as a petticoat 
would have, I love the feeling and may have to buy a petticoat to go with it. 
I sat down on the bed and stepped into my new boots, they were high healed 
with a tie top in the front and came about half way to my knees. I stood and 
they were a little difficult to maneuver in at first, but I soon got used to 
them. The outfit had two matching ribbons of eyelet and lace with it. One had 
a snap and a tab on it. Cindy took it and fastened it around my neck and 
snapped the tab to the back of my blouse. This gave me a high collared look 
with an open bodice, I couldn't believe how femininely sensual it looked. The 
boning of the corset and the inserts that I was wearing pressed the flesh of 
my chest together to give me a most womanly form, openly displayed by the 
provocative blouse. The other ribbon Cindy tied into a bow in my hair and let 
the streamers trail down the back. I put in a pair of pretty lace and pearl 
bow earrings and a spray of my favorite perfume, L'air du Temps, finished my 
look, I felt like a princess. Cindy got dressed in more of her own style. She 
wore a denim mini skirt and a western style blouse with lots of rhinestones 
and tassels and a denim jacket with a studded western pattern on the back. 
Her western styled boots completed the outfit, and although, as always, she 
was a knockout, I felt that I was a little more alluring, for the first time, 
than even she was this night. I did some last minute touch-ups on my makeup 
and we went down to meet the guys. Don kissed Cindy hello, I got the feeling 
that he had big plans for the evening with her. Robbie saw me and stopped 
dead in his tracks. He couldn't get his eyes off of me. I blushed when he 
said I was beautiful. He said to me, "Jenn, let me get a good look at you." I 
pirouetted around for him and my skirt swirled as I moved. He pulled me to 
him and gave me a big kiss. I was startled at first and then felt myself melt 
in his arms. It was obvious he was glad to see me as I could feel his hard 
cock against my feminized crotch. This was going to be difficult. I loved how 
feminine I felt and I wanted to be with Robbie, I just don't know if he would 
want to be with me if he knew what kind of girl I was. We hopped into the car 
and headed up to the mountains to go to the party. When we got there, there 
were alot of people, all singing and dancing and having a great old time. 
They were cooking steaks on an open fire, Don and Robbie grabbed some big 
ones and got some for Cindy and me. My corset was so tight, I couldn't eat a 
thing. I drank some beer, but quickly switched to wine, beer doesn't agree 
with me. Robbie and I danced for what felt like hours. At midnight, we had an 
old fashioned hayride. Robbie and I lay back in the hay and sang along with 
the group and I cuddled close to him. We kissed and hugged and I felt more in 
love than I had ever had before. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. 
When the hayride was over, Robbie helped me down and helped me brush any of 
the errant hay off my dress. There was a big bonfire to finish the evening 
and I sat on Robbie's lap with my head on his shoulder as we sang into the 
night. 
  Don lived not too far from here and what was to happen next I couldn't have 
imagined in my wildest dreams. By the time the bonfire was over, we had all 
had alot to drink. Especially Cindy, who was almost out on her feet. Don and 
Robbie carried Cindy and I over to the car and started to drive home. Robbie 
and I were cuddled up in the back seat and I didn't notice that we were not 
heading home. We stopped at a place that looked to be a campground. It had 
several small cabins on the property and was deserted. Don got out of the car 
and carried Cindy, semi-conscious, into one of the cabins. Robbie picked me 
up out of the car and started to take me into one of the other cabins. All of 
a sudden, I realized what was happening to me. A shot of adrenalin moved 
through me as I had never felt before. I pushed myself out of Robbie's arms 
just after we entered the cabin and fell to the floor.  Robbie closed the 
door behind us and knelt down beside me. I was shivering with fear about what 
was going to happen. Robbie, always the gentleman, helped me up and let me 
sit on the edge of the bed. I sat staring at the floor motionless, thinking 
about what was going to happen to me. Robbie went over to the fireplace and 
started a fire. It was cold in the early morning air and the fire took the 
chill out of the room. He came over to me and knelt down beside me on the 
floor by the bed and said, "J.J., don't be afraid, I know all about you." 
Another shot went through my body, "What had he said? " I thought to myself 
as I looked into his face. "J.J., I know who you are and what you are and its 
OK. I want you more than anything." This couldn't be happening, I can't 
believe what he was saying. "Jennifer, I figured out after our first date. 
You didn't have all of the equipment in the right place, so to say. But I'm 
different than most of the guys. Don would kill me if he heard me talking 
this way, but you really turn me on. I thought I was gay... well not really 
gay, but bi. This summer I met a female impersonator at the beach. He.. I 
mean she worked in a club near the boardwalk. I was incredibly turned on by 
her. I couldn't get her out of my mind. Then I met you. You are even better. 
I can't believe how feminine you are. If I hadn't felt your body next to 
mine, I never would of suspected. Cindy caught me looking at you on our last 
date. When I turned my head to look at her, she smiled and winked at me with 
a knowing look. She knew I knew about you!" This is incredible. No wonder 
Cindy didn't try to stop my relationship with Robbie and said that he would 
like me no matter what kind of girl I was. I put my arms around Robbie and 
hugged him to me. We kissed passionately our bodies locked in a lustful 
embrace. The light of the fire bathing our bodies in a warm glow. I stepped 
back from him and stepped out of my petti-slip. The glow of the fire 
illuminating the sheer lace dress I was wearing making my feminine form quite 
apparent through the gossamer fabric. Robbie unbuttoned my blouse and I 
unbuttoned my skirt and I threw them over the chair. I stood there in front 
of him, with one lace ribbon in my hair and another around my dainty neck. 
Here I was wearing a heavily boned and laced, very sexy, satin and lace 
corset, matching French cut panties. The garters from the corset were holding 
ivory colored lace, seamed stockings and I was wearing high healed, cream 
colored ankle boots around my lace covered legs. I stood in front of him, a 
seductive young virgin waiting and wanting to be taken by her man. He pulled 
me to him in front of the fire and we stood on a fur throw by the hearth. He 
kissed me deeply, holding me close to him. I knew what to do, what I wanted 
to do. I fell to my knees and loosened his belt and his pants. I pulled down 
his shorts and his rigid cock sprung to attention. It looked huge in front of 
my face like that. I thought to myself about when I was a young boy and that 
I never, throughout my life, was completely sure of myself. I always thought 
that I was miscast and I was never going to be the kind of person I wanted to 
become. At this moment, that was no longer true. I was a woman and wanted 
more than anything to please my man right at this moment. I reached up and 
kissed the end of his cock, then slowly licked the long shaft to the base of 
his balls. It felt wonderful on my tongue. I licked it all over and finally 
took the cock into my mouth. I slowly started sucking the massive member. I 
could feel Robbie start to pulse to my rhythm. As he started to move, I 
reached up and held the muscular cheeks of his ass while he continued to pump 
his hardness deep into my mouth. I had difficulty breathing until my throat 
relaxed and then I felt him go deeper and deeper until he felt totally buried 
inside of me. He grabbed my head and pulled me to him, his cock half way down 
my throat. I could barely help from choking as I felt the turgid rod begin to 
pulse and then erupt with warm creamy fluid. What once I thought would 
totally repulse me was now one of my most cherished acts. I could not swallow 
all of the overflow and some came out of my mouth. Robbie wiped my chin and 
fed me the balance of the nectar which I licked lustfully from his fingers. I 
wanted him now more than ever. He reached down and removed my panties and 
the 
g-string holding in my maleness. Robbie seemed captivated to be making love 
to a beautiful woman with a cock. He turned me over on my knees and elbows, 
giving me a pillow from the chair to hold onto. He got behind me and started 
rubbing and licking the tight little rosebud of my derriere that was to 
become my "pussy". His cock still had some of his cum on it as he slowly 
started to enter me. The pain, at first, was almost unbearable. He slowly 
entered me until the head of his cock was immersed in my backside. As the 
pain subsided, he inched the stiff rod into my bottom until he had more 
freedom of motion. I began to go from pain to pleasure as he started pumping 
his manhood deep inside of me. I was being taken as a woman. I could feel his 
balls slapping on my ass as he drove into my new "pussy". I responded to his 
pulsations and could feel him stiffen as he came again, filling me with a 
warmth I couldn't have imagined. I came as well and we collapsed into each 
others arms. In the morning I awoke with Robbie holding me. He had pulled a 
blanket over us to keep out the night chill. I heard some rustling outside 
and got up to see Don out by the car. I quickly got up and went into the 
bathroom to get fixed up. Thank God the water was turned on so that I could 
wash and fix myself before we left. I heard Don bang on the door and Robbie 
must of awakened with a start, not wanting his buddy to see him with me in 
all of my glory, if you know what I mean. I came out, all patched up from our 
nighttime activities and kissed Robbie on the cheek. He picked up his stuff 
and went out to the car. Both Cindy and I were hysterical laughing when we 
saw each other, because we both were having, quite apparently, a hard time 
walking. The guys got their macho kick out of their conquests and laughed 
along with us, not that we were complaining. I lay next to Robbie all the way 
back to campus. 
  He kissed my forehead, played with my hair and held me close the whole way. 
I am now his girl and I can't wait for him to make love to me again. 

The End................................
