This is a story of a boy called Andy and his first steps into the
world of cross dressing with the assistance of his neighbour/best
friend/girl friend Nikki.  Quite a lot of it is autobiographical,
but not quite as much as I would like!  I hope you enjoy it. 
This first episode is a scene setter and has no sex in it.  Well,
not much.



If reading this sort of stuff grosses you out, don't read it.  If
this sort of stuff is illegal where you live, don't read it.  If
you want to post it somewhere else then fine, but it is my
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Title: Andy to Amy, Part 1



"Why are you staring at my knickers?"



I jerked upright.  God, I really had been staring at her knickers
- not the ones she was wearing, sadly, but a pair on the floor,
presumably yesterday's pair.  They were white little girl
knickers with little pink flowers on them and a tiny satin bow on
the front - unremarkable in every way other than they were right
there in front of me and, as she had noticed, I couldn't tear my
eyes away from them.



'She' was Nikki and 'I' was, and still am, Andy.  At least most
of the time.  Sometimes I am Amy, but we'll get to that.  The day
in question was an early summer morning and I was sitting on the
floor at the end of her bed.  She was sitting opposite me, and we
were playing some card game or other as kids used to do back then
before there was TV on during the day.  I can't recall what the
card game was, as it was an awfully long time ago but I do recall
that I was 12 and Nikki was 11 and we were sort of girlfriend and
boyfriend.  I say 'sort of' because all we did was kiss
occasionally and sometimes hold hands. This was the 1970s, after
all!  We were both very naive about sex, although we knew the
mechanics from Biology lessons at the school we both went to.  In
truth, we were each other's best friends and had been so since I
had moved to the area with my parents when I was around 6.  We
had played doctor a few times when we were little, and she had
more recently read some porno mags with me that I had found in a
bag under a bush in the woods that we used to play in, but that
was as far as our sexual experimentation had ever got.  We
certainly never `did' anything or even talked about sex.



Not that I was completely naive, you understand.  I had
discovered masturbation at about the age of 9, and when I say
'discovered' I mean that someone had shown me, but that's a story
for a different day!  But once the path to ecstasy had been
revealed to me I never looked back.  I was playing with my little
cock absolutely every chance I got.  On a quiet day, it was just
once in the morning and once in the evening, but generally it was
at least 3 or 4 times and often many more than that.  I was, and
in fact pretty much still am, an orgasm addict and just loved
playing with myself.  My orgasms were dry, of course, and in fact
remained that way until I was about 14, or maybe a little
younger.  I often worried if this delayed development was due to
me `pulling my pud' so much, because all the other boys came
gallons.  Or at least that's what they said back then!  Anyway,
back to the day in question.



I was busted!  "I, err, look, erm, sorry.  Didn't mean to," I
mumbled.



In truth it was because they fascinated me.  Not just her
knickers, but all her clothes.  I envied her - in fact I envied
all girls.  They had much nicer clothes to wear, much greater
variety and everything was so much softer than the thicker, more
robust and utilitarian clothes - including underwear - that I and
the rest of the male half of the population had to make do with.
It just wasn't fair!



"Well, don't, it's weird." she said, scooping up the crumpled
cotton vision of perfection and throwing them on the desk chair
across the room.  "It's not like I go around staring at your
underwear."



"You can if you want," I replied quickly.  Now what on earth had
possessed me to say something like that?  I didn't want to show
my pants to Nikki, and I am sure that she would have been grossed
out by seeing them.  They were just a pair of light blue briefs
with red piping on them - not in the least attractive!  Anyway,
it would be embarrassing, and like any normal 12 year old boy my
embarrassment threshold was set extremely low.



"OK."  I hadn't expected that response!



"Don't be silly, I don't have any to show you.  They're all at
home!"



"Yes you do.  You're wearing some."  Yeah, that wasn't going to
happen!  I was wearing them so she would see me in my pants, and
that had to be bad, right?  I mean, seeing me in a pair of tight
speedos which left nothing to the imagination whilst playing
around her pool (I was SO jealous!) was one thing, but this was
my underwear we were talking about!  I couldn't let a girl see me
in my underwear!



"No way," I replied, reddening.



"You have to now 'cause you said I could and I caught you looking
at mine.  Anyway I double dare you and no rebounds!"  That was
it.  The double dare.  The ultimate order.  Some of the daft
things I did over the years because I had been double dared...



How bad could it be, I wondered to myself.  I just show her the
waist band of my pants and it's all over and maybe she'll forget
that she caught me staring at yesterday's knickers on the bedroom
floor.



"OK," I said, and put my cards face down on the floor.  I turned
to one side, bringing my knee up so that I could stretch out my
upper leg and felt for the waistband of my shorts.  Slipping my
hand under them, I found the elastic of the blue briefs that I
was wearing and pulled the side of them up so that the material
was clearly visible above my shorts.  "There.  See?  Not very
exciting!"



"no, you have to do it properly," she said.  "You have to stand
up and show me the whole of your pants and turn around so I can
see them all."



What?  Was she seriously suggesting that I should stand in front
of her in my pants with my shorts down?  "No way!"  I replied.



"You have to because you saw all of my knickers so I get to see
all of yours."



"Yeah but you weren't wearing them at the time!"



"Well, you should have thought of that before you started to
stare at them.  Anyway you have to because I double dared you and
you have to do what I say until the dare is done and so you have
to drop your shorts and stay that way for 5 minutes."  There was
no escaping her logic, or her interpretation of the rules of the
double dare, but 5 minutes?  Not exactly reasonable!



"One minute."



"Four."



"Two."



"Two and a half," she said as she picked her watch up from the
desk.



"OK, two and a half, but you can't ever tell anyone about this,
OK?"



"Deal.  Now drop your shorts."



Grimly I stood up and prepared to take my punishment like a man.
My hands went to the button on the front of my shorts and I
unsnapped it.  Then I grasped the zip with my hand and pulled it
down.  I took a deep breath and then with a sudden motion I
pushed my shorts down my thighs and let go.  They fell to the
ground.  Instinctively my hands went to cover the family jewels,
such as they were.



"Take your hands away.  The time doesn't start until you take
your hands away."  OK, now she was becoming unreasonable, but it
was the only way to get the clock to start running, so I did as
she asked, dropping my hands to my sides.



A pretty silly figure I must have looked.  A skinny 12 year old
standing in this girl's room in a t-shirt that was too short to
cover anything, a pair of blue briefs which were about as sexy as
a stick, and a pair of denim shorts sitting atop his otherwise
bare feet.



"OK, now turn around," she ordered.



I turned about, having to kick the shorts loose as they
threatened to tangle my feet, and faced the wall, allowing her a
view of my cotton clad bum.  To be honest I remember being
relieved at this change of aspect; at least my bits were now
facing the other way!



"All the way, silly," she ordered, and so I completed the turn,
once again facing Nikki.



"Nice," she said, her eyes glued to my crotch as mine had been to
her discarded knickers only a few minutes before.



"Huh," I snorted.  "Hardly.  Boy's clothes are never nice, and
boys' pants are just dull.  Girls' pants are nicer."



"What makes you say that?"



"You get nicer material that's soft and light and we get big
thick heavy cotton like this."  Her eyes shifted back to her
knickers, sitting on the chair where she had thrown them.



"Yeah, I see what you mean," she mused.



"And your other clothes too are nicer.  All we get is trousers
and stuff.



"You like dresses?" she asked.



"Yeah, they're pretty," I replied.  Now I meant that they were
pretty to look at, but that's not what she thought I meant.  No -
honest I did!



"I think you would look good in a dress," she said.  "You hair's
quite long for a boy."



"What??  No, that's not what I meant at all.  I meant that girls
look nice in them and can wear lots of different things, but boys
are stuck with just the same few things and the material is not
as soft."



Nikki picked up her knickers from the chair and rubbed the soft
cotton of the rear panel between her fingers.  I swallowed
heavily as I watched, trying not to think of the fact that, the
previous day, that same material had been covering her bum. 
Then, so suddenly that I could do nothing to avoid it, her hand
darted out and she touched the thicker heavy cotton of my briefs
at my hip.  I felt her fingers open the leg hole a little as she
compared the two garments.



"Yeah, you're right.  It is much thicker.  Why is that?" she
asked.



"Dunno," I replied.  Even if I had known I would have been unable
to answer as my attention was now firmly focussed on my left hip
where the backs of her first two fingers were brushing my skin as
she concluded her comparison of the two garments.  Unfortunately
for me the unexpected stimulation of having someone touch me for
the first time was having the entirely predictable effect and I
could feel my little cock, which must have been a whole 3 inches
long at the time, begin to swell.  (Of course it's absolutely
HUGE now - I wish!)



As any man will tell you, all boys go through puberty with a
perpetual hard on, or so it seems at the time.  They will also
tell you that there is absolutely nothing that you can do to
persuade it to go away until it wants to.  Well, nothing except
masturbate of course, but that is hardly practical in double
French, neither was it an option here.  Given that I couldn't
persuade the thing not to poke out, I took the only course left
open to me and swiftly turned my back on Nikki causing her
fingers to be pulled from by briefs which caused them to snap
back against my leg.  As I turned I looked down and sure enough
the front of my briefs had started to tent as the little bugger
woke up.



"What are you doing," asked Nikki.



"Nothing," I replied, like a typical adolescent.



"It doesn't count if you are facing away.  You have another one
minute and thirty seconds before you can put your shorts back on
so you have to turn around again."

"I can't," I replied.



"Why not?"



"I just can't, OK?"



"Sure you can, you are just being silly.  You were doing really
well too.  Turn back and finish your penalty."



"No I can't," I said, my voice sounding a little desperate.



"God, Andy.  You want to stand there all afternoon?  I've seen it
all now anyway so what's the sudden the...  Oh."  Her voice
tailed away.  "Is it your thingy?"



"No!"



"We did sex in biology and Mrs Jervis said that boys' thingies
sometimes get hard so they can have sex.  Is yours hard?"



"Alright, if you must know, yes it is, OK?  Can I put my shorts
back on now please?" I begged.



"No.  You owe me another one minute and thirty seconds and you
have to go through with it."  She could be really mean sometimes.
 "Turn back around."



"No, Nikki, I really can't `cause it's not funny."



"I wasn't laughing.  Turn around.  I want to see."



"Please don't make me," I begged again.



"Come on Andy.  Turn.  You have to `cause it's a double dare." 
The irrefutable proof of the double dare again!



"Oh all right then.  But you're not to touch me again."



"OK."



"Promise?"



"I promise," she replied.



Slowly I turned back towards her, my hands once again in front of
my crotch.



"Move your hands," she said, her voice quieter now.  It was more
of a request than an order, her voice rising at the end of the
sentence.  After a moment or two of hesitation I did as she
asked.



As I write this I have an image in  my mind of that bedroom and
the two of us there as clear as if it had happened yesterday.  I
was standing next to the foot of her bed, facing her.  She was
sitting cross legged on the floor in a pink strappy top and
matching shorts, holding yesterday's knickers in her hand.  I was
wearing a green and red hooped t-shirt which was a bit too small
and which left a gap of flesh above my blue and red briefs. 
Apart from that I was naked.  Of course Nikki had seen much more
of me when we had been swimming than she was seeing now, but
there was something more naked about her seeing me in briefs
rather than in speedos.  The other difference was that the front
of my briefs was poking out very obviously as a result of the
erection that they were containing, an erection which felt as
though it was made of solid steel.



Nikki just stared at it, absolutely transfixed.



"Oh my God," she whispered, her eyes riveted to the front of my
briefs.



"Do you have to stare like that?" I demanded, although if the
situation had been revered I'm damned sure I would have been
staring too.  I rolled my eyes to emphasise the inappropriateness
of her staring and, as I did so, I felt her hand close around my
small package through my briefs.  I folded over faster than a pen
knife!



"You said you wouldn't touch!" I accused.



"I had my fingers crossed," she replied.  Of course - that
invalidated all promises.  How could I have missed that one!  "I
want to see."



"What??  No way.  Look, I've done way too much to pay back for
staring at your knickers so what say we let me put my shorts back
on now, huh?"



"I want to see," she repeated.  I could feel my cock now
throbbing within the tight confines of the briefs and I was
desperately horny.  What I wanted more than anything was a bit of
privacy so that I could have a wank, but that didn't look likely!
 I was so horny that exposing myself to my oldest and closest
friend began to seem like a pretty appealing option.  Clearly I
had begun to think with my little head instead of my big one!



"What's in it for me?" I asked.



"How about I let you put some of my clothes on?"



Now that was not the answer that I expected.  What I wanted was
the good old `if you show me yours, I'll show you mine' but
clearly Nikki had another agenda.  It says something about the
state of my arousal that, rather than reject such a ludicrous
situation out of hand, I began to think about it.  Nikki and I
were about the same size height wise and about the same build as
she had nothing in the chest department.  So that meant that her
clothes would fit me.  My mouth was suddenly dry.



"OK," I croaked.  "But just looking.  No touching."



"OK."



"Promise?"



"I promise," she replied.



"Show me your hands and promise again."



She held her slim hands out.  "I promise."  Her fingers were
uncrossed.



I licked my lips and swallowed.  My hands went to the sides of my
briefs as I considered whether or not this was really a good
idea.  All logic and reasoning failed me and I hooked my thumbs
into the sides of my briefs and pushed them down.  As the waist
band went past my crotch my little cock slapped up against my
stomach.  I pushed a little further and the briefs fell to the
floor.  I raised one foot to step out of them and they tossed
them on top of my shorts with the other foot.  Finally, and I
have no idea why as it wasn't part of the deal, I pulled my
t-shirt over my head and added it to the pile.  So there I stood,
standing in front of my kneeling best friend as naked as the day
I was born and sporting an erection that felt as though it was
going to burst.



Nikki looked up at me and smiled.





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I hope you enjoyed part one of this story.  If you have any
comments or suggestions then please drop me a line at
justpeekin@ymail.com



Mark 
