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It happened one day in the autumn of 1968. I was a sophomore at Moreland College, a small, conservative school. which was slow to keep up to the changing times. My girlfriend Jenny and I were visiting her girlfriends in their off-campus apartment when Linda, Cathy, and Dana began bemoaning the restrictions placed on girls, including still having to wear skirts and dresses to most of their classes.
"Whats wrong with girls having to wear dresses?" I demanded. "I like seeing girls in dresses and skirts. Girls belong in skirts and dresses."
"Yes, Kerry insists I wear a skirt when we go out on a date." Jenny groaned.
There were gasps from the girls.
"Easy for you ... You dont have to wear a dress." Dana remarked.
The girls all chimed their agreement;and the conversation soon degenerated into declarations of equality for women; which I was unseemly drawn into. When I expressed my opinion that women WERE the weaker sex , and that they only wanted equality on their own terms, and protection from male competition when and where it suited them, it was not received well; and I soon found myself inextricably tangled into a debate, and growing frustration from the four girls.
"You ought to have to walk in our shoes for a few days." Linda commented.
"Yes, you think its so simple, .. you try wearing a skirt every day." Cathy quipped.
The other girls laughed, and Dana and Jenny giggled at the thought of seeing me in high heels and skirt.
"Hey, you know... he wouldnt make a bad looking girl..." Cathy mused.
The other girls looked me up and down then, smirking and nodding.
"Ye e s s s...", Linda drawled.
It made me nervous... and I turned red.
At 5 8", 148 pounds, with a slim build and shoulder length sandy brown curly hair, I was not that much physically different from them, other than their obvious feminine curves. Actually, Dana was just a little larger than me, although she was still quite an attractive girl with a nice body and pretty face. Jenny was 5 5" 36-24-33 with medium brown hair just past her shoulders. Linda was 5 8" with a slender build and short, curled, light brown hair. Cathy was a little doll. She was 5 0" 33-20-29 with wavy dark brown hair nearly half-way down her back. They were all pretty girls; and I relished their company.
Their comments soon went from teasing to serious appraisal of my feminine possibilities.
"I have a dress that I bet would fit him." Dana offered.
"Lift your pants legs. Lets see what your legs look like." Linda demanded, teasingly.
I ignored her request; and Dana reached down to lift my pants leg.
"Hey!" I complained, pushing her hand away.
More of their teasing comments followed; and I sat uneasily, not sure of what to make of their joking.
It was a few minutes then before the giggles and conversation died down, and the girls, one by one, began making treks out to the kitchen, where, over the next hour and a half, they seemed to spend longer and longer periods out in the kitchen together. I could hear their voices and their occasional giggles, but not their conversation.
Dana asked if Id like a soft drink during one of her trips, and brought me out a coke.
Everything seemed to get much quieter as we sat around with chips and snacks, with the conversations spread over broad trivialities; but I noticed the girls seemed to be studying me.
About a quarter to 10 I started yawning, and suggested we leave; but Jenny said she wanted to stay a little longer, and offered her lap for me to rest my head. ... I could hear their high voices chatting as I drifted off.
* * * * *
I was groggy when I heard Jenny, Linda, and Dana urging me to wake up; and when I opened my eyes I was met with three smiling faces.
"Come on Kimberly, its time to get up. We have to get ready for classes." Linda urged softly.
"What?" I mumbled as things came into focus. I looked down over a bulge at my chest, and between my waist and knees was a full flowing skirt. I sat up.
"Awwww ... what did you do? ... VERY funny!" I bellowed.
They were all laughing between stifling giggles with their hands cupped girlishly over their mouths.
I quickly looked myself over, assessing the damage in a state of shock and dismay, incredulous that I had slept right through it all. I could see my toes were covered with a dark brown, thin film, and could feel the light filmy constriction over my legs. They had put me in nylons! They had dressed me as a girl, completely as far as I could tell, including shaving my legs! My hand went to lift the hem of the dress, but then I thought better of it. I wasnt about to give them the satisfaction of pulling up the skirt to expose potentially frilly, girlie underwear in front of them; so I just froze for a moment, fighting to assess my embarrassing predicament. The seconds seemed ticked so slowly as they had their fun giggling, and teasing.
"You look quite cute as a girl, Kerry." Cathy teased.
"Hey! Ive got classes to go to." I said as I made a move to reach in back to get out of the dress. My hand brushed something jagged and solid on my head; and it took a moment to realize they had put my hair in curlers! Wow, .. they had spent a lot of time doing this to me! How could I not ...? The coke last night... The girls must have spiked it, and I was still feeling just a bit groggy.
Jenny grabbed my wrist to stop me; and my eyes bulged when I caught the first sight of my bright pink fingernails.
"You are going to class with US today, Kimberly, in a dress. You will be a girl today." Linda stated.
I was stunned! Were they serious?
"Very funny!! Come on, youve had your laugh." I complained. "Now get me out of this! I have classes ...!"
"Oh no! We made arrangements for someone to take notes for you, so you wont miss anything. ... You, however, are coming to class with us, so you can see for yourself what its like being a girl, and having to wear a dress." Jenny stated.
"You think wearing dresses all the time is not a big deal, fine, youll get to see for yourself ... Kimmie!" Linda added.
"Wheres my clothes?" I bellowed, looking around. "Jenny?" I pleaded.
"You are wearing your clothes. This is what you will be wearing today." Linda laughed.
"No way!! You must be crazy! Im not going anywhere like THIS!" I protested.
"Why not? You make a rather attractive looking girl, K.i..m..b.e..r..l..y." Dana cooed sweetly. "You have a chance now to show us girls how easy it is to wear a dress."
"Yes, .. skirts and dresses arent any problem, remember?" Cathy giggled.
"Im not.. ! I wont! This is nuts! You cant make me '... Im not a stupid girl!" I howled.
Perhaps the "stupid" remark went a little far, as I saw Lindas, Jennys and Danas jaws tense.
"Oh,really? Well... we disposed of your .. um .. other clothes.." Linda jeered. "Just how are you going to leave here then?"
I was shocked into silence.
"For now you .. uh .. ARE a girl, and a pretty cute one too." Linda observed.
"WHAT? ... Jenny!" I pleaded, looking at my girlfriend.
"Sorry,... Jennys not going to help you. You are stuck."
Oh GOD?. I thought, looking around in desperation.
Linda, Cathy, Dana, and Jenny all giggled; and my face blazed.
"Come on Kimberly. We have to fix your hair and your face before we go." Dana said, holding out her hand.
I looked around at them, my mind racing over my options. Dana smiled, offering her hand out to me again; and I found my hand levitating up to hers, and then following her out of the living room.
"But,... I cant .. This isnt fair." I protested.
"Thats what weve been trying to tell you." Linda laughed.
The dress was frilly and feminine, a light blue with a cream, pink, and dark blue flower print; and it rustled girlishly, shaking my masculine pride. The skirt was very full, while the midriff was snug. It had long sleeves with cream, lace edged cuffs; and as we approached a dresser with a mirror on top I could see the matching cream-colored lace edged collar.
I tensed at the reflection of me in the flowery dress, and felt my breaths suddenly shorten, and my hands began to quiver. I felt a funny tingling all over; and I felt light-headed. It was so humiliating to see myself in such dainty, sissy girl things! My first instinct was to tear the dress off; but then it could be more embarrassing to stand exposed in the lingerie underneath. Underwear? Oh ick, I thought, with nylons I had to be wearing garters, which means a girdle or garter thing, and probably a lacy slip, and definitely a bra. My face was burning again.
Linda and Cathy began removing the curlers, placing them on the top of the dresser. Linda then busily brushed and combed my hair out to the sighs and squeals of the other girls.
"Oh,... doesnt .. h .. SHE have pretty hair!" Dana giggled.
".. beautiful curls Kimberly!" Cathy sang.
"Kimberly?" I questioned, squirming in the sissy clothing.
"Yes... we decided we couldnt call you Kerry,... even though Carrie is pretty, and a suitable girls name. Hmmm... maybe your mother really wanted a girl." She giggled.
"But someone might guess your secret if Jenny were to call you Carrie in front of someone who knows you both." Linda explained.
"You see,... we are sympathetic to your situation. We want to watch out for you. Now sit down and look this way while I fix your makeup."
"Awww, .. no... dont.. " I pleaded
"Come on, its for your own good. You wouldnt want anyone recognizing you,... now would you,... Kimberly?" Linda giggled gleefully.
I could only shake my head. She was right.
"We had to pluck your eyebrows a bit, but dont worry, theyll grow back in." She said as she stroked them with dark brown pencil.
My hands rested on my lap over the folds of the light, smooth fabric as I let her apply a liquid foundation, followed by blue eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, face powder, and finishing by smoothing a tube of cherry blossom pink lipstick over my lips.
"There now, your own mother wouldnt recognize you." Linda stated, presenting my image in the mirror.
"You look so sweet in lipstick, Kimberly dear." Dana giggled.
"You look very much like a girl to me,.. now dont you?" Linda teased.
I was astonished at my reflection. I did look very different all made up, and with my hair in girlish curls. I barely recognized myself. I did look soft... and... pretty! I looked just like a girl.
She smiled as she placed each of the items in a small black purse, and held it out to me.
"Here you go Kimberly, for freshups later." She smiled. "Now sit on the bed while I get you your shoes."
The dress rustled as I moved and nervously sat.
"Stand up", Jenny scolded. "Now scoop your hands under you as you sit, so you dont wrinkle your dress under you."
Jenny and the others giggled as I clumsily complied.
"Very nice", Cathy commented. "Just remember to keep your knees together too." She laughed. "Youll find out you have to do a lot of things differently while wearing a dress. And for your own good, you had better act more like the girl that you are now. You cant be walking and talking like a boy now. You dont want to be seen as a boy in such a pretty dress,... now do you?"
Definitely not, I thought. God, Im actually going along with this! I suddenly found myself feeling so unmasculine,... a sissy.
Linda brought over a pair of black shoes. They werent flats, but had a stubby ¾" heel. I looked at their shoes. They were all wearing flats. This wasnt fair... but then I had seen them all wearing such shoes around before, ....just not today. I was the only one with heels now. Her shoes fit rather tight on me, despite the fact they had been well broken in.
"Ok, now stand and walk for us, Kimberly dear." Linda commanded.
The small heels clicked on the wooden floor as I walked slowly toward the door.
"Good", Linda remarked. "You dont do badly. Youll have no trouble passing for a girl. Now, come here Kimberly. Look at the cute girl you are."
"But... Im not! ... Im no girl." I feebly protested, redfaced.
"You dont want to be seen as a boy in such a pretty dress, makeup, and curls, now do you?" Linda voiced again.
I was scarlet as I shook my head.
"Then you must try and act like the girl you are for today, ok?"
I nodded, reluctantly.
"Then tell us. Say I am a girl." She demanded.
I shook my head.
"Now... now,.. dont be so stubborn.. like a boy! Be a good girl. Look at yourself. You look so pretty. You dont want everyone to see you as a boy in such a pretty, feminine dress and makeup, now do you? ... Say 'My name is Kimberly'." Linda demanded once more.
"Uh ... My .. uh .. name is Kimberly." I repeated timidly, tensing with embarrassment.
"Just remember that today and you will be all right.. We will watch out for you so you dont get into any embarrassing trouble. You just have to do as we tell you,..ok?" Linda pleaded.
I nodded, and Linda and the girls all giggled.
The stubby heels altered how I walked, shortening my stride, and forcing me to walk more slowly and carefully, like a girl; and I figured it was why they had chosen them. I was thankful they werent any higher, especially those three-inch spike heels I liked on Jenny. I couldnt imagine wearing those.
They escorted me out of the bedroom, and we migrated into the kitchen.
"Would you like some coffee? How about some toast?" Cathy asked.
I was too nervous to think about breakfast. All I could think about was the dress and shoes I was wearing, as well as imagining what frilly lingerie they dressed me in. How was I ever going to go walking outside like this through the campus ... with all the other kids seeing me?
"Kimberly...coffee?" Linda questioned.
I numbly drank the hot,amber brew, wondering desperately how I could get out of this. Were they REALLY going to make me go outside.. through the campus like this?
The girls were all smiling and giggling as we all drifted into the living room.
"Here, youll need to take a scarf, Kimberly. It gets windy sometimes. We wouldnt want you to muss those pretty curls." Linda teased. "And freshen your lipstick from breakfast."
She handed me a silky, blue and cream flower print scarf, and then pulled a tube of lipstick from my purse. She removed the top from the lipstick and thrust it at me. I hesitantly accepted it, and nervously moved the pink dome closer to my lips. My hand trembled slightly at the thought of putting pink lipstick on myself.
"Oh for heavens sake, .. it wont bite!" Linda cried. "Press down firmly on your lips and slide it from side to side."
The girls giggling continued as I smoothed the pink grease over my lips, and then rolled my lips together, evening it, like I had seen countless girls do.
"You are going to have to freshen your own makeup once we hit campus. We wont be able to do it for you." Linda explained.
They all grabbed soft cardigan sweaters to put on, and Jenny offered a cream colored one to me. Jenny slipped it over my shoulders. I picked up the purse and scarf again. The girls all smiled, and giggled as I stood there with the smooth, daintily feminine scarf trailing from my fingers.
"No,... I cant! ... Jenny! Look at me! You cant make me go out there like this! Please!"
The girls all laughed.
"I think you look rather C.U.T...E ! I didnt know how sweet a girl you would make. And hey,after last night, it serves you right." Jenny said, kissing my cheek.
"NO, I wont go!" I blurted.
"Youre not staying here! We are going to class. You can sit outside, or whatever; but youll be much better off going with us so we girls can watch out for you, Kimberly." Linda admonished.
I hung my head. Go outside like this.. alone? They were right. It would probably be a lot safer to go with them. I couldnt imagine being abandoned outside, alone like..this! ? I was stuck!
"OK then, I guess we are all ready." Linda called.
"Here Kimberly, .. you can carry my books." Jenny giggled..
I fumbled with them, and then went to hold them, boy style, at my side. They all hooted.
"Like this Kimberly", Linda corrected, as she held her books in front of her with both hands.
I turned red as I realized my faux pas. I watched as my chest became slightly exaggerated as my arms swung in front of me to hold her books, and blushed. I held the purse and scarf in one hand, and the girls all laughed.
"Here, put your purse up on your arm, and your scarf goes over your purse. You can tie it around the strap too if you like."
I couldnt believe I was going outside dressed as one of the girls; and I couldnt help but wonder as I took a deep breath and stepped out of the door, as to how I must look. My thoughts wandered once again as to just how thoroughly they had dressed me, and for that matter ... WHO had done the dressing. Was I wearing panties? Had they all seen me naked? My mind was a jumbled mess!
"Ok, .. just remember to walk, talk, and act like the pretty girl you are." Linda giggled in my ear.
I heard the girls snickering beside and behind me as we left the apartment.
I was quite muddled as well as apprehensive as we made our way up the sidewalk. It was half a mile to campus, and we would be seeing a lot of people. I REALLY didnt want to do this.
I felt the cool autumn breezes across my shaved legs... and up my skirt... brrr It was just 60 degrees out, with soft white puffy clouds in the sky; and the sudden gusts of wind felt cold when they caught you in the shadows, out of the warm sun. I was glad it wasnt any colder than this; and I was beginning to wonder how the girls legs stood it in the winter.
"Hey girls! Hi Linda!" An athletic looking boy called out from 30 to 40 feet away.
"Hi Brian!" Linda waved back.
I shrank. Oh God, I thought, wishing I could become invisible.
I was getting more and more nervous the closer we got to campus, and the more boys and girls we saw. I hoped I wouldnt run into anyone I knew,.. or ANYONE who might possibly recognize I was a boy.
We came up to a corner, and a strong gust of wind greeted us. Our skirts got caught in the upward force of nature, provoking a couple short squeals as we struggled to hold our hems down. The wind felt cold under my skirt and over my thinly protected legs. Fortunately the gust was at such an angle it didnt lift our skirt hems much past showing just a little of our slips. Gulp... "my slip" (I wondered what it looked like.) My dress was of a lighter material than the other girls, making me exceptionally vulnerable to the autumn breezes; and I knew it was by their design.
Just a day ago I had prayed for autumn breezes at street corners like this in hopes of catching glimpses of girls stockings and lacy underthings. Now I was quite nervous of the stirring gusts of mother nature. ... I was seeing the other side of things.
As the light changed, and we started to cross the street, another blast of autumn lifted my skirt in back, and I heard whistles from the boys behind us. We stopped on the corner at the other side; and the girls all giggled with glee at my red-faced embarrassment. Linda grabbed the blue floral scarf from me and slipped it over my head, tying the silky ends under my chin, before tying a solid light pink scarf over her own hair..
"There, we wouldnt want to let your pretty curls get mussed." She giggled.
"Mmmm, and its a pretty windy today." She impishly announced
I felt my face blushing so red. Here I was a helpless girl who couldnt even tie a scarf over her own hair. But with my arms full of books and a purse, how could I?
Cathy left us a short while later for a different class, while the four of us walked on to their literature class. I nervously looked at the sea of kids that we passed on our way, praying we wouldnt see anyone I knew.
Their literature class was held in an auditorium, as it was a large class, and I was able to take a seat between Jenny and Dana. They watched as I scooped the light, silky dress under me with one free hand as I sat. I then handed Jennys books to her, and she put one on her lap and placed the others on the floor.
I followed their lead, and removed my scarf, laying it over the purse in my lap. Dana and then Jenny took out compacts and combs from their purses, fixed their hair, and then replenished their lipstick. They both looked over at me, gesturing toward my purse, and I slowly removed the compact, and then a small hairbrush. Dana added a few strokes from her comb to my curls when I was finished, and then looked at me with amused expectation. I dug out the tube of lipstick from my purse. They both had big grins as I looked in the compact mirror as the sweet pink color spread over my pursed lips. They looked amusingly satisfied as I glanced at them before replacing everything back inside the purse on my lap.
I watched as Jenny crossed her legs; and as I struggled to hold my knees together, I tried to copy her. It was way too uncomfortable; and I quickly gave up on trying to sit like that. I placed my feet wide apart, pushing my knees together, instead.
With the class starting, and having the time to only my thoughts, I once again wondered just what all was under my dress. I knew I was wearing a bra, nylons, a slip, although unsure if it was a full slip or half. I felt my thighs through the thin rayon dress. I could feel garters, and firm thighs. I was wearing a girdle, not a garter belt. I put my hand to my throat, and then casually slid my fingers across the top of my bra, like I needed to scratch, or adjust an errant strap. I had to be a little cautious about getting my hands too close to the mounds on my chest. I couldnt have anyone thinking I was feeling myself. Girls didnt do such things, ... at least not in public. Boys could scratch their chests without a thought; but I couldnt... not now. I felt the edge of the top part of the bra and the bra strap... and the adjustment slide of another strap. I realized I was wearing a full slip. I then slowly edged the hem of my dress up, again being as casual and discreet as possible, until I saw the edge of white lace. I had only exposed a quarter of an inch when I saw a boy looking in my direction, and then Dana suddenly shifted; and I lost my nerve to explore any further. The clothing felt so unfamiliar: silky, yet confining,... tight, and yet loose and flowing. I chuckled slightly to myself. Their clothing was a lot like girls.. an enigma.
With the sound of a bell ending class I rose along with everyone else, only smoothing out an unfamiliar skirt now.
I made a triangle out of the silky nylon and slipped it over my hair, tying the ends under my chin once again, to the shallow snickers from Linda and Dana.
"How are you doing Kimberly?" Jenny giggled.
We left the building, and headed for their next class. Dana had a different class and reluctantly left us.
"Im off to my Phys. Ed class. I bet Kimberly would rather be coming with me... wouldnt you sweetie?" She giggled. "Ill see you .. girls later. Bye Kimberly", she called.
"I have to go to the bathroom." I whispered to Jenny.
"Come on Linda, Kimberly has to use the little girls room." She sang, teasingly.
We made our way over to Prentiss Hall, a girls dorm. It was the closest restroom. Linda and Jenny giggled most of the way.
We got to the restroom door, and I hesitated before going through the door marked "women". It was kind of stimulating going where no boy had been before though.
There were quite a few girls inside, and we had to wait for a stall. I looked intently as I watched a very pretty girl place a dime in a white dispenser on the wall and withdraw a Kotex napkin.
"Do you need one too, Kimberly?" Linda whispered in my ear, offering a dime.
I blushed fiery red as Linda and Jenny giggled.
I nervously took the next stall when a girl emerged, straightening her skirt. Once inside I was stymied for a second about what to do next, before my bottled up curiosity emerged, and I gingerly lifted the filmy skirt of my dress. At last my curiosity could be satisfied. The porcelain white slip seemed to brighten the dark stall, and butterflies filled my stomach at the sight of the pretty lace. The lace had a floral design, and was beautifully feminine. My pulse raced as I felt the slippery smoothness of the feminine nylon. I lifted the hem higher, and the darker tops of stockings came into view, along with the white legs of the panty girdle. I looked at the garters straining at the golden tops, and then ran my pink tipped fingers over the softness of the nylon gusset against my thighs. It was all so girlie and feminine. Even the girdles tummy panel had pretty, stitched embroidery. I then pulled the dress up to reach the high waistband, and pulled it down to reveal blue and white flowered panties with lace panels and white ribbon bows. I felt my face burn red with embarrassment at the sight, ... and the thought of them dressing me in such feminine and intimate lingerie. ... The girdle, once released from my hips, now cemented my thighs together.
I felt very silly and completely displaced and awkward sitting on the toilet with my hands full of dress and slip, holding them up to keep them clean.
Sitting on a toilet with ones thighs held tightly together was an unfamiliar moment for a male. You cant imagine the struggle I had going to the bathroom.
Pulling the girdle back into its proper place was more of a challenge than I figured. The tight midriff of the dress made it difficult to pull the waistband of the girdle up properly. I then pulled up on the delicate stockings to draw them tight; and then smoothed the slip down, followed by the skirt of the dress. I no longer had to wonder what took girls so long going to the bathroom.
I was still curious as to my chest, and bra; and I ran my hand up the smooth fabric of the dress, up to my bust. I cupped my chest, and was surprised at how real it felt. I wondered what they had used, and what the bra I was wearing looked like. I wondered whose bra it was. It seemed like maybe a "B" cup at best. I knew it couldnt be Cathys, she was a full "C" and so petite. That ruled out Jenny too. She was too small around the chest, even though the cup size was about right. It was most likely Lindas, or possibly Danas. Gee, I wondered if it was a padded bra? Maybe one of them wasnt as curvy as they seemed. I would find out sometime today when they finally let me out of this dress.
I emerged from the stall, and instinctively gravitated over in front of the sinks. I washed my hands, flinching slightly at my own pink fingernails, and then at the feminine face in the mirror. Linda slipped in next to me, and grabbed my arm as I was about to step away. She pulled out her lipstick and proceeded to freshen her lipstick, and gave me a look. I understood, and copied her, taking the cherry blossom pink tube from my purse. Jenny appeared behind me with the biggest grin as I rolled my lips together and put the lipstick back in my purse.
I adjusted my silky scarf as the three of us left Prentiss Hall. The smooth nylon felt so feminine against my cheeks. Jenny and Linda laughed.
"You were priceless!" Linda giggled. "Youre adjusting pretty well to being a girl Kimberly."
What choice did I have?
The gusts of wind played with our skirts, especially my filmy one, as we made our way to their next class. I could now picture more accurately the flashes of pretty, white floral lace from under my skirt that I was occasionally showing everyone as we walked.
We arrived at their class a tad late, as the professor was just beginning his lesson. There were only 29 students in the room, a more normal class size.
"Im sorry were late Dr. Aikens." Jenny apologized.
The whole class turned to look at us.
"This is my friend Kimberly. She is visiting me from my hometown. Is it all right if she sits in our class." Jenny asked.
"Hi Kimberly, ..welcome", Dr Aikens said. "Please, be seated, and we will resume."
I was well aware of the kids looking me over as we made our way to seats in the rear of the class. The longest looks came from two boys.
I was particularly careful of my dress as I took my seat, and slipped the scarf from my head.
Twice during class Jenny pushed against my leg to push my knees together as they drifted apart. Sitting in a dress, like a girl, with my knees together again took some effort.
After the class was over some of the girls and boys came over to us to say hello. Bill and Sean introduced themselves, and talked casually with Jenny. I offered a "hello" in a hushed voice. My voice was not very deep, and it took little effort to raise it an octave to be passably feminine.
I was jealous at the way Bill and Sean flirted with Jenny, but then my attention became unfocused as Sean began flirting with me. I turned from green to red. It seemed much longer, but it was only a few minutes before we got our books and purses together, and slowly made our way to the door.
"Are you going downtown tonight?" Sean asked.
"Probably, ... maybe we will see you at the Robin Hood." Linda replied.
"Hey, ... GREAT!" Sean sang.
We talked ... and flirted outside for a couple minutes, before we walked off in separate directions.
"See you tonight. Nice meeting you Kimberly." Bill and Sean called.
Linda and Jenny teased me unmercifully about my girlish blushing , and how Sean had flirted.
"Sean thinks your p_r_e_t_t_y?" Linda teased.
I was mortified.
The next thing I knew we were just a few steps from the Student Union; where the girls announced we were going to have lunch.
I was scared to find myself in the heart of the campus where someone I might know could see me. I had passed for a female to strangers, but how about friends?
I followed Linda and Jenny. Linda spotted a booth, and we sat our books and scarves down to save our place before we traipsed up to the line with our purses.
I looked cautiously around as we took our place in the food line. It seemed to me that every boy in the place was looking me up and down. I noticed that even the girls looked at me; .. although they looked at me more judgmentally...somewhat derisively. I felt like a five year old, not in control of my own fate. I felt strangely dependent.. I felt... I felt...weak and girlish. Looking down at how I was dressed, and my thoughts... I felt so vulnerable, and so on display. The tray I carried felt so heavy ... along with my purse.
I looked over at the burgers and fries. I was hungry.
"Two chicken salads and two Tabs", called Jenny.
She ordered for us both. I hated diet drinks.
"Jenny!" I grumbled in her ear.
"Youll eat like us girls today." She quietly giggled back.
I scooped my dress, and sat on the edge of the booth before sliding daintily in. It was certainly a different experience wearing a dress.
I waited to watch Linda and Jenny, how they ate in order to copy them. I didnt want to take a chance of tipping someone off I was a boy in this crowded cafeteria.
About half-way through our meal three girls stopped bye.
"Hi Linda, what did you think about the test yesterday?" One girl asked.
"Hi Carol. I think I did alright. Carol, these are my friends Jenny and Kimberly. This is Carol, Jeannette, and Sue."
"Hi, thats pretty ... Kimberly." Carol chirped.
"Uh...thank you.", I replied, blushing.
"Yes,... isnt she a cute girl?" Linda chimed, egging her on.
"Yes, she is. .. very pretty hair. Its so shiny and curly."
"Yes, isnt it? You can do so much with thick curly hair like hers. We told her she should let it grow longer."
I sat silent, blushing at the girlish praise while the girls prattled on about hair and hairdos."
Carol, Jeannette, and Sue were standing there holding their trays and purses, and soon had to cut their visit short. We all said our goodbye(s) and nice to meet you(s).
"See, you should have been a girl, ..Kimberly." Linda whispered across the table.
I turned crimson.
"Shhhhh, someone might hear you." I pleaded.
You do have pretty, curly hair. Its a shame. Youll have to come bye more often so we can put it up in curlers and condition it for you." She teased.
It was soon time to go. Jenny had another class, marketing, this time, while Lindas class wasnt for another thirty minutes.
"Fix your lipstick Kimmie. You always put on fresh lipstick after eating." Linda whispered.
I retrieved my lipstick and compact, and looked in the miror as I turned my lips a bright pink once again.
Linda watched, grinning, as I carefully slid out, smoothed my skirt, and flipped the slippery, delicate scarf over my curls.
"You do that very well, .. very femininely. You do make a sweet girl." Linda whispered.
I blushed. I WAS TRYING to be girlish and feminine after all.
Once again I got to carry Jennys books along with the purse over my arm as we left the Student Union. We said goodbye to the girls once again as we walked bye them, while Linda stopped to join them. I then spotted three guys I knew sitting at a table nearby. One of them looked me up and down and smiled ...but didnt recognize me. Whew!
The sun was behind the clouds as we left, and it felt cold after the warm building. I was thankful for the scarf, but wished I was wearing something warmer on my legs.
I was bored waiting for Jennys class to get over. We sat toward the front of the class, and I felt the other kids, and boys in particular, were looking me over the whole time. I tried to sit, gesture, and move as femininely as I could, and played with the silky scarf in my lap. It felt nice as I ran the smooth fabric through my fingers. My girdle was beginning to chafe, though. It had been only a snug embrace before, but it was beginning to get uncomfortable.
When the class finally ended Jenny and I at last headed back to her friends apartment. The sun had re-emerged, and it was a little warmer, but then it was also a little windier. Jenny turned to the right instead of left as I had thought.
"Where are we going?" I queried.
"I have to stop by my dorm for some things." She replied.
We were within sight of her dorm when a gust of wind caught our skirts. My skirt lifted nearly to my waist, and I heard a boy let out a wolf whistle. I found myself very embarrassed. Jennys skirt wasnt as light or full, and hers only lifted enough to show a little slip and a sliver of nylon tops. Jenny was able to put a hand down to help keep her skirt down, while my hands were tied up holding her books.
"You know your slip is very pretty." Jenny teased.
"Yes, I know." I answered, unable to stop my face from blushing girlishly.
"Well, now everyone does." Jenny quipped. "Arent dresses so much fun?"
We entered her dorm. God ... I knew several of her friends and roommates here. I was quite apprehensive. Surely they would recognize me, I thought, feeling my face redden once again.
I always had to wait in the lounge for her, but now I followed her right up to her room.
A girl walked nonchalantly past us in her white bra and half-slip as we walked down her hallway. I tried not to stare, but I couldnt help steal several looks. Jenny opened the door to her room... and I breathed a sigh of relief her roommates were not there.
She picked out some clothes and lingerie as I set her books down.
"How do you like my room, Kimberly?" She giggled.
".. nice", I replied, too nervous to really look.
I fidgeted nervously with my purse and the folds of my skirt. I was anxious to get out of there. What would happen if one of her roommates came in and recognized me, here in the girls dorm dressed in such girlie clothes? Jenny came over and kissed me on the lips. I was flummoxed, and nervously resisted. What if one of her roommates came in now?
"Freshen your lipstick" Jenny prompted, smiling. "And check your makeup. We girls have to keep ourselves looking pretty."
She watched, amused, as I applied the pink lipstick to my lips. Jenny then patted my nose with powder, and then freshened her own lipstick.
I nervously followed Jenny back down the hall, and down the stairs to the lounge. I breathed easier as we left.
It was a long walk back to the apartment, and we both fought our skirts more than once against the fall gusts.
"Jenny, this girdle is killing me." I complained in her ear.
Jenny laughed as her head fell against my shoulder.
"Ha! You see? Youre getting to see a little of what we girls have to put up with."
Jenny smiled and giggled as we walked along.
Linda, Cathy, and Dana were all eagerly awaiting, and happy to see us. They made a fuss over me; and it turned into a session of combing my hair, and redoing my entire makeup while Jenny and Linda described, in detail, my campus outing to Cathy and Dana.
I excused myself, saying I had to use the bathroom. All I really wanted was a few minutes of relief from this girdle; and it felt wonderful as I slid it down to my thighs. But then it was only for a few minutes before I grudgingly had to pull it back into place again, and was forced to deal with smoothing the nylon stockings up my legs again. The girdle adjustment was a welcome relief, although I was sure it wouldnt last.
The conversation in the living room centered on me when I returned.
"How about it Kimberly. How would you like wearing a dress with a girdle and stockings every day?" Linda teased.
I shook my head.
"Ive learned my lesson. You girls have it pretty tough." I admitted.
"Yes, she was complaining about wearing her girdle as we left the campus." Jenny laughed.
They all cheered, jeered, and giggled.
After about 45 minutes of reveling and gloating they went to the kitchen to start fixing dinner. I was expected to help now, of course, complete with a frilled apron.
We had salad, followed by Danas specialty, tuna casserole.
I helped wash the dishes, and then we rested in the living room for a while. I had to apply fresh lipstick once more as the girls watched.
"Ok, .. may I have my clothes now?" I asked.
"Oh no, Kimberly, you are going out with us this evening, remember. Bill and Sean are expecting to see you at the Robin Hood." Linda laughed.
"What?" I cried.
The girls giggled.
"Awwww ... no.." I whined.
"Oh yes Kim dear, we may just have to keep you in dresses and skirts. You make such a nice, cute girl in your pretty dress...;although I think we need to find something else for you to wear tonight." Linda chortled. "Come on, lets see what we have."
The girls ushered me into the bedroom, where Dana and Linda pulled out some dresses... and a couple of blouses. I felt the zipper to my dress being pulled down, and Dana pulled the dress forward, and it slipped to the floor. My face reddened as I stood in the middle of the room in white, lacy lingerie. I warily looked down, still curious of what I was wearing, and how I looked. I got that jittery, uneasy, tingling feeling of embarrassment of a boy in girls frilly underwear. I still couldnt make out what my bra looked like beneath the lacy bodice of the slip.
Cathy held a dress up to me, and then Linda held another. Jenny held up a silky white blouse with pretty embroidery and fluted lace-trimmed cuffs. It had a cute collar trimmed with narrow ruffled lace.
"Oh,.. thats darling. Shell look really sweet in that; and her pretty slip will look very nice with it too." Linda cooed.
"And a nice tight skirt to go with it." Jenny proffered. "It will be sure to keep her knees together and give her a more girlish walk"
The blouse was slipped on me, and Jenny buttoned it up the back. Linda brought out a pink and charcoal gray slim skirt. It was a wool blend with a smooth satiny lining. I stepped into it, and it was pulled up, fastened at my waist, and zipped up the side. Linda slipped her hand under the hem; and I blushed as her hand slid higher. Finally she found what she was looking for, the hem of my slip that had slid, and pulled it down. The skirt was tight, just barely enough room for her hand between my legs. When I went to walk I discovered I didnt even have enough skirt to allow but petite steps, and it gave me a wiggle I never had before. The girls snickered, and commented.
"Woo woo Kimberly, nice tush." Dana teased.
"Yes, quite a wiggle you have there Kimberly." Linda giggled, patting my derrier. "Wait till the boys see you sashay in tonight, sweetie."
"Oh, and her blouse." Added Dana.
"Yes... come here Kimberly." Linda called, holding out her hand.
She pulled me over to the mirror. The skirts satin lining and my nylons sang as I wiggled and swished across the room.
"Dont you look adorable?" She teased.
I looked at my reflection, and at the very feminine, soft, white blouse and skirt. The pretty floral lace of the slip showed through the white blouse. I watched as my face turned bright red. ... They all giggled. I was speechless.
I was led out to the living room to their giggling, bawdy comments. I tried to avoid wiggling in the tight skirt and slight heels, but there was no way! No matter how slow and tentatively I walked I couldn't stop my hips from swinging girlishly.
When I sat down the skirt seemed to shrink as it tightened around my thighs, squeezing them tightly together. It also crept up slightly, exposing a sliver of dark brown nylon tops and just a peek of lace. I tugged at the hem to inch it down. The fluted cuffs of my blouse were trimmed in lace, and covered my hands, leaving only my fingers and femininely polished fingernails exposed.
"Oh yes... its perfect. Oh.. she does make such a sweet girl." Linda laughed, watching me struggle.
The next thing I knew Dana appeared with a camera, and began taking pictures. The girls giggled as they made me smile and pose girlishly for them.
I sat in the living room alone then while the girls got ready. I was kind of glued to the couch with the tight skirt making mobility difficult, and nervously looked down at the lace as well as the bra and slip straps clearly visible under my blouse. About twenty minutes went bye before Dana came walking out to the kitchen without a blouse, just her skirt with a bra and slip top. She just smiled over at me.
They all began making their way out to living room about fifteen minutes later, Cathy and Linda in dresses, and Jenny and Dana in skirts and blouses.
"I had half-a-mind to wear slacks tonight, but they talked me out of it." Linda teased.
They fussed a bit more over their clothing, and did some last minute combing and checking their makeup.
"Um .. I think a different shade of lipstick would be better on Kimberly." Linda mused.
She came over to me producing several tubes of lipstick, unscrewing them and holding them up to my lips. She chose a watermelon red, and proceeded to smooth it on. I rolled my lips, evening it without prompting.
"There... better?" She asked.
"Oh yes... she does look better in red." Dana and Cathy responded.
"..quite pretty", Jenny added. "Make sure you keep your lipstick nice and fresh tonight Kimberly. Dont make us remind you all the time."
It took some effort to get up from the couch with my legs bound snugly together. Jenny slipped the silky scarf over my head, and then handed me a sweater.
My apprehension level rose as they escorted me out the door. There were two steps down to the sidewalk, and I slowly, carefully negotiated them in the tight skirt, like they were some monumental obstacles.
The five of us walked down the street, our heels clicking. Dana, Jenny and Cathy wore heels of varying sizes, mostly between 1" to 2", mine now being the shortest.
We stopped outside the "Fifth Quarter", and went in. We sat down at a table, and three boys quickly approached. They looked us over, and Adam flirted with Linda and Cathy. They hung around for a few minutes before going back to the bar. The barmaid came over, and we ordered drinks. Jenny spoke up and ordered a white wine for me. I had been looking forward to a rum and cola, or a beer, but I got white wine ... it has less calories, a "girl" drink.
Dana pulled me up.
"Come on Kimberly. Lets play the jukebox." She said.
The boys looked us over intently as I wiggled my way across the floor in front of them. I heard one of them make some crude remarks about what hed like to do to with my ass, and the others snickered.
As we approached the juke box I noticed my bra and slip straps seemingly becoming more defined, as well as the lacy crescents under my blouse. There was a black light over the dance floor! The boys whistled and called to us. I was so embarrassed.
Dana and I turned down their invitations to join them as we returned to our table.
We talked until we finished our drinks, about the time the boys were beginning to make a second run at us, when Linda and Dana decided to move on, but not before I dutifully applied a fresh coat of red on my lips.
We were walking down the street when a large group of boys whistled and made some suggestive remarks. I was trying desperately not to wiggle, but there was only one way to walk in this tight skirt and heels, and it was with a girlish wiggle. The girls teased me about it; and the boys whistled. It was so embarrassing.
We made it up to the "Robin Hood", and went in, with the group of boys following behind us. It was fairly crowded, but Linda managed to find us a table. We hadnt taken our sweaters and scarves off before we were surrounded by a dozen boys. Three of them were asking me my name, and what my major was... the usual questions boys ask to break the ice. I smiled politely, and scanned the crowd for anyone I knew, as well as trying to keep an eye on Jenny. I answered their questions slowly and softly, parrying their more personal questions as best as I could. I was told several times how pretty I was.
We managed to sit down about five minutes later, and boys showed up with drinks for all of us. Jenny and Cathy kept an eye on me,and Linda and Dana too to a lesser degree, as they too were kept busy by the flirting boys.
It was about 20 minutes of this later when two boys I knew approached. Jerry asked my name, and I felt my face burn. Oh shit, how is he not going to recognize me?
"Kimberly", I replied.
"Kimberly, thats pretty." He said.
He asked the same old questions: "Whats your major? Where are you from? Did I know how pretty I was?"
I couldnt believe he didnt recognize me. I wouldnt look at him, and kept my head slightly bowed, bashfully. When I finally sneaked a peek, I realized why he had trouble recognizing me, as he was looking mostly at my lacy chest.
He finally spotted Jenny.
"Hey Jenny, wheres Kerry? I havent seen him for a couple days."
"I saw him yesterday. Hes around", Jenny smirkingly replied.
I couldnt help but smile a little.
The girls danced a few dances with some boys. I was asked, but declined.
Linda and Jenny did get me out to dance a couple fast dances with them.
It was almost midnight when we got back to their apartment. At this point I didnt know what to expect next. Somehow I knew they werent ready to give back my clothes yet.
Jenny and Linda went with me into the bathroom, and Jenny unbuttoned my blouse. They helped me out the skirt, and then Linda slipped the slip straps off my shoulders, and it slipped to the floor. Jenny told me to sit on the toilet and unfasten my garters and peel my stockings off ... and then the girdle, what a relief. I looked at the bra I had worn all day for the first time, as Jenny unfastened it in back. The white bra had a snowflake sort of design, and had a 1/8" of foam padding, and then there were pads inside the bra. Linda produced another bra. This one had thinner padding, and lacy cups. The pads were slipped back into the cups. I tried to object as Linda picked up a pink nylon nightie from the stand. They slipped it over my head, and the hem settled around my knees. It had a large pink ribbon bow at the bust, the ends of which dangled below my waist. A pink nylon robe was next. Jenny buttoned it up the front, and tied the ribbons at the collar in a neat bow, and smiled. The robe had short, gathered sleeves edged in lace with ribbon bows.
Linda opened a jar of cold cream, and proceeded to cover my face.
"We have to remove your makeup, sweetie. Mmm, its so much fun being a girl, isnt it?"
My face was rinsed, and then she covered it in lotion, moisturizer she called it.
I slipped my feet into pink scuffs Linda offered, and they escorted me back to the living room.
"Awww .. isnt she darling." Dana sighed as I appeared.
Cathy was already in her nightie.
I sat on the couch swathed in the layers of silky, pink nylon.
Cathy came over to sit next to me as the others went to change into their nighties. She fussed over the pink nylon I wore, cooing over the lace and ribbons.
"You make the cutest girl. .... and look so pretty in pink." She cooed sweetly.
"It must be quite a shock to be dressed in such girlie lace and ribbons." She giggled.
We talked of my experiences and feelings of a boy in a dress and lingerie, and of the long day I had, until the other girls returned about twenty minutes later.
Jenny came over and began brushing my hair. Everyone commented how sweet I looked, and what pretty hair I had, and what all they could do with full, curly hair like mine.
It wasnt long before Linda came over and took over from Jenny. She arranged my hair this way and that, pulling it back in a tight ponytail, and making puppy tails on the side like cheerleaders sometimes do, all to squeals from the girls. A pink satin ribbon was produced from nowhere, and Linda slipped it under my hair in back and tied a neat bow on top of my head, again to delighted squeals from the rest of the girls.
We sat up talking for over an hour, until Cathy fell asleep on the couch. Dana pulled a blanket over her. It was suggested then that Jenny and I sleep in Cathys bed.
Ten minutes later Linda and Dana slipped off to their bedroom. Jenny took my hand and led me into the other bedroom. We slipped out of our robes, and slipped into the bed. I had to straighten my nightie as it got tangled, and Jenny giggled at me, and the sight of me in pink nylon with a shiny pink ribbon bow at my bust. She played with the ribbons.
"You look so sweet in pink ribbons... even a hair ribbon." Jenny teased.
I pulled the ribbon from my hair, letting it fall beside the bed.
I must say it felt very sensuous with us both in slippery nylon. We had long make-out sessions before, but hadnt had sex yet. I felt her soft, warm breasts and nipples, first through the filmy nylon, and then felt them for the first time in the flesh. We were both pretty tired, however. I was exhausted, and completely drained from a day of embarrassment. As we talked and giggled, fondling each other through the nylon, we both drifted off to sleep.
We awoke in the morning to Linda knocking at the door, and we both put on nylon robes to go out to the kitchen. Jenny stopped me, and picked up the hair ribbon from the floor. She replaced it in my hair, carefully tying a neat bow again, giggling.
"Oh, you look so sweet, Kimberly."
Linda, Dana, and Cathy looked amused, and started in again about what a pretty girl Id make as we came out to the kitchen.
"Oh thank you", I replied in my sweetest feminine voice, holding the pink nylon out with my fingertips and curtsying. "I just love my pretty nightie, dont you?" I lisped sarcastically. I figured I might as well play along with their little joke. The girls cackled. I sat down, and primped the lace at my cuffs, straightened the ribbon bow at my neck, and batted my eyelashes.
I had cereal and coffee, and we sat around the table making light conversation.
"Do you think I could have my clothes back today?" I inquired as I finished eating.
The girls went silent, and looked at me in mock shock.
"Oh no Kimberly dear", Linda parodied in an overtly matronly way, coming over to fluff my curls and finger the pink bow in my hair. "You are much too dainty and feminine for those awful scruffy clothes of yours. A pretty dress is much more suitable for a darling girl like you."
The other girls laughed and squealed.
It seemed Linda had a pretty quick sense of humor.
I was once more flushed with red-faced embarrassment.
"Kimberly dear, would you be a sweetheart and red-up and wash the breakfast dishes?" Linda implored.
"Uh... yes Maam", I responded jokingly with a short curtsy.
The girls giggled as they left to change out of their nighties.
".... such a sweet girl." Linda commented as she walked bye.
I had just finished the dishes when Dana, Linda and Jenny filed into the kitchen. They wore slacks with blouse tops with their hair pulled back, and no makeup.
"Ok, come on, ..time to get you dressed." Dana announced.
I was escorted into the bath. The bath water was drawing, and there were bubbles.
"Take a nice soaking bath. Well shampoo your hair when you are finished." Linda directed. "Oh, and be a dear and be sure your face is all nice and smooth."
I didnt have a lot of facial hair, and only needed to shave every second or third day.
Linda, Dana, and Jenny came back into the bathroom after I had bathed, shaved, and had wrapped a large bath towel around my waist.
"Tsk tsk, .. Here! Thats not how you wrap a towel!" Linda announced irritably.
She pulled the towel up under my armpits.
Linda and Dana proceeded to shampoo and condition my hair, wrapping it in a towel when they were done. I was then led into their bedroom and sat in a chair. Dana applied lotion to my shaven legs while Linda patted my hair dry with the towel. I had to admit their soft feminine hands felt nice as they fussed over me.
Linda pulled a comb through my hair, and began putting it in curlers, while Jenny and Dana lotioned my arms, and shoulders.
Once my hair was completely in curlers, Linda pulled a pair of white nylon panties from the dresser. They had a pretty floral lace applique on one side. She handed them to me to pull on under the towel. The towel was then taken from me, and Dana began patting me from my shoulders to my toes with a large, feminine powder puff with a ribbon bow. Linda lifted my arms and applied Secret stick deodorant to my smoothly shaven pits.
I watched as Linda pulled a bra from a dresser, and held it out for me to slip my arms into. I looked down at the embroidered cotton cups as she fastened it in back. She then slipped the pads into the cups. The cups were decidedly more pointed than what I had worn before.
Jenny came over with a different girdle. I looked at them, and they smiled back.
"Do I have to wear THAT ... a girdle?" I asked.
The girls laughed.
"Why, .. of course sweetie", Linda cooed. "How do you think youre going to hold your stockings up? Is there a problem? We girls have had to wear girdles since we were 12 or 13, all through high school, and now we still must wear them in college... and this is just your second day."
I knew my protests were of no use. Jenny presented the girdle to me at chest level while the girls giggled in amusement. It looked even more icky and feminine than the first. I squirmed at the sight of the white open-bottomed girdle with the six dangling garters with white shiny ribbons. It had a small, embroidered, pink and blue flower at the waist. My hands shook as I pulled the smooth, shiny white garment up my legs, struggling to pull it completely in place. The girls stifled their giggles as they watched me wiggle into it. It was very tight; and I looked down at the white garters and ribbons dangling at my thighs. They looked so extremely feminine...
Linda handed me a pair of stockings... a set of silky brown ribbons. I was given directions about how to slip them over my toes and work them up my smooth legs. They felt so smooth and luxurious to the touch; but they felt so much silkier over my smooth, shaven, lotioned, and freshly powdered legs. They felt fantastic; and I blushed at their silken, feminine embrace, causing me to fumble with the garters. They all laughingly gave me directions how to properly work the garter tabs. Jenny and Dana helped to see they were properly snug; and they were all smirks and giggles as I looked up. They made me turn around for them while they all smirked at how girlish I looked.
"Oh Kimberly, you look so sweet." Dana laughed, and snapped off a few more pictures of me in the bra, girdle and nylons, with my hair in curlers.
Linda came over carrying a snow-white full slip. She slipped it over my arms, and down over my head. The bodice and hem had lovely scalloped lace, although not as wide as the slip I wore yesterday. I shivered from the touch of the extra creamy nylon as it rippled over my body. I looked down at Jennys hands adjusting the wide shiny ribbon straps. The bust was embroidered with little silver flowers, and on the skirt above the lacy hem there was a floral bouquet of embroidered stems and leaves with flowers of sheer windowpane lace, and there was a satin ribbon bow over the bouquet stems. It was stunning in its feminine charm and beauty.
"Isnt your slip pretty?" Cathy exclaimed as she came though the doorway.
"Its delectable." Linda cooed. "...so feminine, isnt it Kimberly."
Linda then slipped a bonnet over my head, and I was puzzled for a second as she fitted it around my hair. ... I realized just what it was a second before the warm air hit my scalp, and the whir of the hair dryer filled my ears.
Linda put her soft hands on my cheeks, tilting my head back slightly, and began smoothing lotion over my face. Linda then told me to close my eyes before she applied a second coat, a pale pink lotion, over my face and neck. Dana and Jenny hovered over me with their girlish cosmetics. Their voices were mostly covered by the whirring of the hair dryer, except for an occasional high-pitched laugh. I heard Linda yell for me to hold perfectly still as I felt a liquid being brushed over the edge of my eyelids, followed by what could only be eye shadow being applied to my lids. This was followed by stroking of my eyelids with a brush, and then the smell of powder being patted over my face. I was told to open my eyes, and Dana began carefully applying mascara to my lashes. Linda finished by using an eyelash curler, followed by another light coat of mascara. She then applied a light red lipstick to my lips. This all took quite some time, probably 40 minutes or more; and my scalp felt quite toasty from the hair dryer.
The girls looked me over, smiling their approval, and congratulating each other.
"She looks lovely." Cathy sighed.
When the dryer was turned off, and Dana removed the plastic bonnet, Linda and Jenny began removing the curlers. Their attention felt nice as they brushed, combed, and played with my hair. Cathy fussed over my new curls, arranging them.
The girls went to the closet then, returning with a pale pink blouse. Linda had me slip it on while Cathy buttoned it up the front. It was so very silky and feminine, with covered buttons; and Jenny buttoned the ones on the cuffs. Cathy tied the long ties at the collar into a neat bow, and meticulously fluffed it to her satisfaction. Dana then held out a white pleated skirt for me to step into, and it was zipped and buttoned at the side. I stepped into the ¾" heels, and Linda and Cathy pulled me over to the mirror.
I was dazed. My face matched my blouse, a light, blush pink; and my cheeks seemed to almost glow. With my long, curly eyelashes, and blue hued lids I looked totally feminine, especially with my soft curls, pink, feminine face, and silky, soft pink blouse with the fluffy, feminine bow under my chin, not to mention the pink points at my chest.
"There,... is this how youd like us girls to dress for you everyday?" Linda inquired, sarcastically.
I could only nod my head, numbly. I couldnt help myself. I loved seeing girls look soft and feminine ... like this...
The girls giggled.
"Wait..", Cathy said as she left the room.
She returned with a hair barrette. It consisted of a pink satin ribbon bow with white lace and tiny blue, white, and pink flowers with slender blue, white, and pink ribbon streamers. This was clipped into my hair on the right side.
"Oh .. D..a..r..l..i..n..g !" Linda squealed.
My face turned even pinker than my blouse as I blushed.
"Just one more thing." Dana said, removing the cap from a perfume bottle.
She smelled the top before holding the bottle close to my neck, spraying it lightly.
"Give me your wrist." She ordered.
She gave the inside of my right wrist a spritz, and then showed me how to rub my wrists together.
I now smelled daintily feminine.
I was led out to the living room as Dana and Jenny took more pictures.
The pleated skirt was a dense knit material, and it slapped at my silken legs as I walked. ... God, it felt so sensuously nice!
"Why... Why so much time and energy doing this to me?" I questioned as I took a seat in the living room..
"Did you think pretty just happens? It takes time and effort. A girl cant just throw on a dress. To put on jeans and t-shirt is one thing; but a dress or nice blouse and skirt outfit requires we look decent. It means a girdle and nylons; and we have to wear makeup and fix our hair; .. and it also means we...uh... you .. have to maintain it throughout the day.
I hadnt thought of it in those terms.
"You also have to behave differently, like paying more attention to your clothes so they dont get mussed or wrinkled, and how you sit..." Linda explained, looking disapprovingly at my legs.
I pulled my knees together, and sat up straighter.
Dana, Cathy, and Jenny giggled.
Dana and Jenny were sitting casually in slacks, not that they slouched like boys; but they were more relaxed than yesterday when they wore skirts.
"Ok, .. what should we do this afternoon?" Dana asked.
The girls looked at each other.
"Well, I could stand to go downtown shopping. I need some more stockings." Linda said, casting an eye over at my legs. "Maybe we could get Kimberly to replace the ones shes worn."
A discussion followed about what we would do today, and as it was mostly among the girls, I was left to my thoughts. .... The blouse was very soft and silky, and after having a bubble bath, and being lotioned and powdered, I was feeling quite soft, silky and embarrassingly feminine myself. The nylons, and the slip and skirt felt wonderful over my legs. My skin felt alive like it had never felt before. I liked it; and I blushed at the very thought of enjoying such silky, soft, frilly femininity.
The corner of my right eye began to itch, so I began rubbing it.
"Hey! ? Stop that! Youre ruining your makeup!" Linda yelled.
"Give me a tissue." Linda directed.
Jenny handed her a tissue, and she daubed at the corner of my eye.
"You cant be touching or rubbing your eyes with makeup on!" She scolded.
"Dana, get me her mascara, .. the blue eye shadow, and... just bring all her eye makeup." Linda directed.
Linda made a big production of repairing the corner of my right eye, redoing my complete eyelid.
"You have to be careful with your makeup. If you have to touch your face, you use your compact mirror and a tissue, .. and then retouch your makeup." Linda scolded.
"You boys think its so easy." She huffed.
Linda carefully wiped my eye, and repaired the damage, and then stuffed my purse with mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow case, compact, tissues, eyelash curler, lipstick, comb and brush. She dropped the purse in my lap.
"There... you look as sweet and pretty as before." Linda giggled. "Its up to you now to keep yourself looking this way."
I looked up at her like she was crazy.
"You be a good girl today, Kimberly; or well just have to take you to church with us tomorrow in a pretty dress." Linda threatened.
This tickled the other girls.
"Yes, a nice white dress with white gloves, and hat. Oh, youd look so sweet." Cathy giggled.
The girls sat around talking about how ignorant boys were of the efforts and troubles girls had to go through. I could only sit back and listen to their moaning about caring for their hair, and things like "waxing", the exasperation girls went through over skin blemishes, periods with bloating, and... ick, things I didnt want to hear about, along with a multitude of female complaints.
I was sent out to the kitchen to fetch some soft drinks. The girls thought it was fitting, since I was perfectly "dressed for it" as their hostess.
"Ok, lets go downtown." Linda said about one-thirty. "I need some nylons."
"Freshen your makeup, Kimberly." Dana called.
The girls were bemused as I put on fresh lipstick. I was directed to "powder my nose" as well while they watched to see I did it correctly.
Dana came over with a pink flowered scarf to slip over my head, and tie gently under my chin, so as not to crush my curls. The girls, with their hair pulled back, didnt follow suit, although Jenny carried a scarf, just in case.
The purse, full of feminine accessories, was placed in the crook of my elbow, and Linda fussed over my blouse, adjusting the feminine bow at my collar.
The girls were giddy as we left the apartment
I was quite unsettled about going out exposed in such soft, feminine finery with my arm crooked so girl-like in order to accommodate my purse.
It was warm, about 70 degrees out, so sweaters were unnecessary. There were still fall breezes, and brief gusts.
We were just crossing the street into the merchant area of downtown when a gust of wind kicked up, lifting my skirt. "Aeeiiii" I yelped, snapping my hand to my lap to stop my skirt.
The girls laughed. The gust wasnt strong enough to lift my heavier skirt more than an inch above my knees. It was just a reaction on my part. A skirt felt vulnerable to start with, and a sudden updraft caused a swift response from the inexperienced.
We passed three boys, and it seemed they all trained their attention... and smiles, at me.
There was a "Park Lane" hosiery store at the next street corner, and we stopped briefly to look at the stockings in the window display before going in.
"Hello Miss ..'. ladies", the young girl clerk greeted. "May I help you?"
There was a silence, and Linda nudged me from behind.
"Oh... uh ... yes... wed like to look at some .. uh .. nylons." I stuttered.
"Certainly", the clerk cheerily replied. "What size?"
There was another long silence.
"I .. uh..." I stammered, glancing sideways at the girls.
"She wears a 9 ½. " Linda spoke up.
The girl looked a little strangely at me as she moved down the glass case. She was probably a college student herself, working to help with expenses.
Jenny nudged me to remove the nylon scarf from my head. It slid off with a silky zing, a most feminine sound.
"Would you like day sheer, dress sheer... what shade?" She asked, looking straight at me.
" uh... I... uh..." I stammered, looking desperately at Linda and Jenny. It was like Greek to me.
She was focusing on me apparently because I was obviously the only one wearing nylons, and so well dressed compared to them. She looked at me suspiciously.
"Ummm .. day sheer, taupe, or maybe a little darker." Linda replied.
"Any particular denier?" She asked.
I was helplessly ignorant again, and looked blankly, fingering the feminine scarf nervously in my hands.
The girl placed three boxes of nylons on the counter, and began explaining the different qualities according to denier and knits. It was gibberish to me. She offered the stockings for us to inspect. Linda slipped her hand into a stocking, inspecting the sheerness and color before handing it to me. I looked down at the sheer silky film over my hand, and at the lacy, ribboned garter belts beneath the glass case, and blushed profusely.
"Do you prefer mesh or plain knit?" She asked, again looking at me.
"I.. uh.." I stuttered again, looking sideways for some help.
The girls muffled giggles made my face burn all the more, making my face turn even redder.
The girls forehead wrinkled, and looked me up and down. She looked at the giggling girls, and then back at me for a minute.
"Shes a boy... isnt she?" She half-whispered to them, looking around at the girls.
The giggles and stifled laughter that followed turned my face into a torch.
"How did you know?" Dana squealed.
"Really? ... Are you serious?" The salesgirl squealed back. It was just a guess. ... Well... I mean, she didnt know didly about nylons. She kept looking at you for answers; and looked so embarrassed. And ..I dont know... you are dressed so casually, while she... I mean .. uh .. he is dressed up so... so... feminine!" She exclaimed as she broke into high, shrill, girlish laughter. "Its kind of unusual to see a girl so dressed up in makeup and all today. I was just suspicious, especially accompanied by the rest of you in slacks,and giggling. Why is he... I mean... God!! He looks so... pretty!" She laughed. "Why is he... How did you ever manage to get him in such sissy, feminine clothes?"
They laughed and introduced themselves to their new friend Crystal, and proceeded to explain
"We were complaining about having to wear skirts to classes; and he remarked we girls BELONG in dresses ALL the time. We tried to tell him what it takes on a daily basis, but of course a boy has no idea." Linda explained
They all nodded in unison.
Crystal came from behind the counter to look me over more closely, and lifted my skirt.
"Oh!" She giggled. "What a pretty slip! ...and a nice, firm girdle! Good! How fitting! Oh youve dressed him completely! I love it! How do you like wearing a girdle and stockings honey?"
She dropped my skirt hem, looked me up and down, and burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"Oh, you look so S..W..E..E..T! What a pretty girl! ... such a pretty, feminine pink bow blouse!" She squealed, looking at me. "And she blushes so girlishly!"
My face flushed all the more to their giggling and squealing.
Crystal asked questions about everything I was wearing, and had worn, as well as my recent adventures out as a girl, amongst gasps as the girls were happy to supply answers.
"Anyway... he does make such a cute girl,... we may have to keep him in curls and dresses. Did you ever see any prettier hair? He deserves to be a girl." Linda laughed.
"Oh, youre right. I would never have guessed he wasnt a girl when you came in... except it was just that... I dont know .. something wasnt right; ... and he didnt seem to have a clue about stockings. I mean, hurruumph, ... girls know these things."
There was a scream of laughter as the girls bonded in agreement.
Linda got several free pairs of stockings atop the six pair she bought, and the girls exchanged phone numbers with their new friend.
"Fix your lipstick before we go Kimberly." Linda prodded. "Show Crystal how well you take care of your makeup."
They all giggled as they watched me put on lipstick and powder my nose for Crystal. I then put everything back in my purse and was ready to leave.
"Good Bye Kimberly, .. I hope to see you again soon." Crystal called, still giggling.
I exited the "Park Lane " store beet red.
We hadnt gone very far before we stood in front of the "Le Femme Boutique".
I was understandably nervous as we walked between the display windows of bras and girdles on one side, and pretty dresses on the other.
The saleslady looked at me, and our group, suspiciously as we entered. She singled me out, and came straight over to me. She was a plain woman, older than the other saleslady, somewhere in her late twenties.
"May I help you miss?" She asked.
Oh no, here we go again, I thought. It was like I was in charge by virtue of being the more formally dressed.
"I uh .. uh" I stuttered. I was again faced with a loss of words.
I had hoped for some help from Linda or Jenny, but none was offered.
"We just want to look around." I finally replied.
The saleslady looked at us ... me suspiciously, like the other salesgirl; and I was fearful.
We went into the "misses" area, and browsed among the dresses, skirts and blouses. The girls looked at some of the fashions, but there was little enthusiasm over what they found on the racks, and they pushed me on into the lingerie section. The girls perked up, crowding in around me, pointing out, and holding up the more frilly, lace and ribboned unmentionables for my opinion. I was quite mortified, and scared Id be asked to buy them, or worse, try them on. Linda found a very lacy, white garter belt, and held it up to my waist.
"Youd look so cute in this." She teased.
The other girls giggled, and picked out the laciest, most feminine things to hold next to me. ... The girls were elated with themselves, and my blushing embarrassment as they pointed out, with glee, the lace and ribbon trims. Jenny handed me three pair of the prettiest, laciest panties with ribbon bows at the legs, for me to buy. We then stopped to look at bras, and I was encouraged to pick them up and inspect them, my pink fingertips sliding inside the cups. Boy was my face burning! I was informed of my "girl" sizes. I wore size 6 panties, size 34 B bra, size 34 slip, and a size small girdle (and it felt it). I wore a size 8 misses dress. I noticed Cathy as she looked at the bras in her size, 32 C. I heard her comment that she could never find a 30 C, her proper size. She had quite a figure for such a cute, petite girl.
A mother and her two daughters joined us. The older daughter looked 13 or 14, while her younger sister was around 9 or 10. The mother and her older daughter were looking at bras too. The daughter looked a little timid and shy as they looked at the size 32A teen bras. Our eyes met as we both held bras in our hands. I felt neither one of us was comfortable here. Oh Lord! What if the saleslady here guesses Im a boy here in front of them and the whole store! My hands began to quiver a little.
"Do you need some help?" The saleslady asked.
I jumped, and felt my face glowing red.
"No thanks", I answered in barely a whisper.
"How about you young lady?" She asked of the young girl.
She nodded, and the saleslady went to help.
We moved down to the girdles where we spent some time examining them too. Mine was beginning to strangle my waist again. The girls all took delight in pointing out feminine details of the intimate garments, asking my opinion of them.
We spent some time looking at slips as well; and the girls directed my attention to the lace details. There were several kinds of lace: rose lace, daisy lace, and general floral type lace. There were so many kinds of lace, both narrow and wide, delicate and dainty and bold and heavy, transparent and opaque. They teasingly had me examine them all. The mother and daughters browsed their way to the slip section as well, with the older daughter holding her three new bras. The mother held up a full slip to show her daughter. It was very sweet. It had a pink rosebud in the middle of the bust with a half-inch of lace, and there were small ribbon bows where the ribbon straps attached. They commented how pretty it was. The girls all watched with smiles.
It was a moment later when Cathy squealed, and came over with the prettiest, delicate, candy cotton pink full slip. The girls all cooed as Cathy held it up to me. Cathy handed it to me to examine as the girls gushed over it. It had the prettiest, daintiest lace. The pretty lace bodice reminded me of butterflies in a field of flowers, and between the cups was sheer lace in the shape of a butterfly with embroidered lace wings. The hem had similar dainty, scalloped lace with smaller lace butterflies and flowers covering a third of the skirt with a small pink ribbon bow. The nylon was light and so silky it nearly slid right through my fingers. Its sheer femininity made my knees weak, despite all the sissy girl clothes I was wearing. It was nearly double the price of the other slips though. The girls fawned over it, teasing me with its feminine beauty before Jenny nudged me over to the cashier to pay for the panties.
"Arent they pretty?" The lady at the register asked.
I smiled and nodded.
"I love your blouse. Thats a lovely skirt outfit." She gushed.
"Thank you", I replied, my face flushing once again.
"And your hair is so pretty. Is it naturally curly?"
"Yes", I answered.
"You are so lucky. You are such a pretty girl." She smiled.
"Thank you", I answered again.
"Yes, she is." Linda chimed. "She has very pretty hair, and such a sweet feminine face. Shes a cute girl."
I felt my face would explode into flames anytime now.
We left the smiling lady at the cashier, and stopped to browse around the cosmetics next; and the girls found more interest in looking at lipsticks and things than the lingerie and dresses. Each of the girls looked at shades of lipstick, including me, and smelled several fragrances of perfume. I was directed to take advantage of the counter makeup mirrors to freshen my makeup while they commented. Jenny and Cathy bought lipsticks.
My knees felt weak as we left the boutique; but my knees werent all that felt weak. I felt helplessly girlish. I was the one in pink fluff, makeup and skirt, while the girls enjoyed the freedom of slacks, ponytails, and just lipstick. I slipped the triangle of silky nylon over my curls again, tying the silky ends under my chin with the ease of a practiced girl, even with my purse over my arm, as we walked up the street toward the apartment.
I quickly took a seat on the couch when we entered, slipping my shoes off before smoothing my skirt, and slipping my scarf off, laying it over my purse in my lap.
"Would you look at that!" Dana cried. "She did that like any girl! Even kicking her shoes off first. My goodness Kimberly, thats so feminine. You make the sweetest girl."
I blushed at their giggles of astonishment, even as I shifted my legs, sitting to one side in a feminine manner in a conscious effort to keep my legs and knees tightly together. The skirt, now draped lower over my silken legs with the scarf now sliding down over the hem felt quite delightful against my silken calves.
The girls made trips, one by one, to the bathroom to freshen up. I decided to do likewise, but not to do anything but give my waist a few moments of relief from the girdle.
"Be sure and freshen your makeup while youre in there." Dana called.
The girls giggled.
Jenny met me as I came out. She straightened and fluffed the soft bow at my collar, and kissed my cheek.
"You do look quite sweet and adorable as a girl." She smiled.
We all relaxed a while in the living room while they talked our outing downtown. The girls took turns teasing me.
It was about an hour and a half later, at 6 oclock, when Linda and Dana asked me to follow them out to the kitchen.
"We are having a few girls by this evening. Youre going to help make some snacks." Linda said. "Youll need an apron. We cant have you soiling your nice white skirt."
She fumbled in a drawer and pulled out a white apron. It had a ruffled lace edge with a lacy pocket with ribbons and bow. She tied it around my waist.
"Oh yes,just the thing for a pretty hostess." She laughed.
We made tuna sandwiches, cutting them into small wedges, and fancy crackers with three different kinds of spread, and chips, pretzels and things. Jenny and Cathy were in and out of the kitchen, and we all joked, giggled, and chatted like I was one of the girls.
I carried the tray into the living room, to teasing comments and giggles from the girls. Linda and Dana told me to leave the apron on as we sat and relaxed for a few minutes; and then Dana said to come into the bedroom. She handed me a pair of white 3" heels.
"Here, you are going to wear these tonight."
I tried to protest as they helped me of the small heels, and sat on the side of the bed while Dana slid my nyloned feet into the pumps.
I wobbled out into the living room. Having to walk around the last two days in the ¾" heels helped me adjust, and I managed, although tentatively. The 3" heels shortened my steps even more, and had other effects as well.
"Oh MY, Kimberly! Look at YOU!" Cathy squealed.
"Wow, ? she looks great! Those heels do something for your figure ... especially with that bra."
The points on my chest seemed much more pronounced.
The girls were all giggles and compliments. I put on fresh lipstick, and more pictures were taken.
It was just a few minutes later, a little after 7 oclock, when the doorbell rang. It was Crystal ... with a friend she introduced as Jill.
"Kimberly! .. nice to see you again. This is my friend Jill." She greeted, smiling and looking me up and down.
She measured Jills reaction as we said hello to each other.
"Youre all dressed up. Do you have a date later?" Jill asked.
"No" I replied.
The girls stifled giggles.
"Well, you look very pretty. I love your blouse and skirt outfit." She complimented. "Its so feminine."
"Thank you", I blushed.
We were just getting to know Crystal and Jill a little better when someone else came to the door. Linda yelped to her friends Ginger, Megan, Karen, and Diane. She introduced them to Crystal, Jill, Jenny and me.
"My goodness Kimberly, you look pretty. Do you have a date tonight?" Karen inquired.
The girls giggled as I repeated my denial.
"I love her hair. And youre wearing heels. Whats going on?" Megan asked.
I blushed, at a loss for an explanation.
"Turn around for us Kimberly." Linda directed. "Isnt she a pretty girl?"
"Oh yes", the girls all agreed.
"Well, this is Kerry, Jennys boyfriend. Hes going to be our hostess tonight."
The room was silent for a second, and then seem to explode in squeals of delighted giggles.
"Are you sure?" Jill asked. "Are you serious?"
Jill, Karen, and Megan came over for a closer inspection. I was terribly embarrassed, and felt my face turning a bright red.
"Oh hes darling!" Megan cried as both she and Karen lifted my skirt.
"..pretty slip ? nice legs too." Megan added. ".. and look! .. even a girdle with ribbons and garters!"
"He looks so precious." Diane giggled. "And he blushes so girlishly."
"Yes! She does!" Crystal squealed, laughing loudly. "You should have seen her in the hosiery store. She was precious!"
"I love her outfit ... pretty apron and all." Karen tittered.
"How did this happen? Why?..." Megan asked.
"Well, it was Thursday night, and we were having a discussion..." Linda began.
She described to the girls, in detail, all that happened; and I heard for the first time the details of how and who shaved my legs and dressed me. Surprisingly, it was Cathy who did most of the shaving, while the rest of them did the dressing. The girls listened, and giggled nervously and excitedly at hearing how they stripped me naked, and dressed me in panties et all, and looked over at me blushing with embarrassment.
"So our Kimberly learned first hand what its like to wear a dress." Linda stated.
"It didnt take many hours before he complained about it either... especially about wearing a girdle." Jenny giggled.
"How do you feel about wearing a dress every day NOW Kimberly?" Megan inquired.
I turned redder.
The girls chatted amongst themselves about the difficulties of females and their clothing, and my presence was ignored for a few moments.
"Be a good hostess, and get us something to drink, Kimberly. What would you like girls?" Dana inquired.
I stood, waiting to here what the girls wanted to drink, and then started out to the kitchen.
"Thats a good girl, Kimberly." Linda giggled.
"Oh, she does surprisingly well in high heels. My goodness she makes a feminine girl." Crystal blurted.
Linda had three different kinds of wine, rum, and vodka. Dana came out to help.
I carried a tray of drinks in, cautiously in the unfamiliar pumps, feeling quite subservient in my frilly, feminine attire.
The girls were all giggling with delight.
"Ahhh, isnt she a cute waitress." Karen remarked
I bent down to offer Crystal and her friends their drinks.
"Kimberly, not like that!" Linda cried.
"Bend your knees. You have something to learn about being a waitress." She laughed. ".. and being a girl too for that matter. You could be showing too much, depending on what skirt youre wearing."
I was directed to bend my knees with my back straight.
I had to make three trips to serve everyone drinks.
"Kimberly, would you offer our guest some snacks?" Linda asked once everyone had something to drink.
I passed the sandwich and snack tray around, to their sheer delight, while the girls both teased and complimented me on my feminine appearance and demeanor.
"Oh I love your pink nail polish, Kimberly. What shade is it?" Megan asked.
"You look so pretty in pink, Kimberly. Its your color." Ginger teased.
".. pretty legs...' how feminine you are." Megan added.
"I love your pretty apron, Kimberly." Crystal commented.
"You blush so pretty, Kimberly." Jill giggled.
"Your nose is a little shiny, Kimberly." Diane teased.
"Be a sweetie, and freshen your lipstick and powder your nose for us, Kimberly." Linda laughed.
I put the snack tray back on the coffee table and picked up my purse; and the girls tittered with glee as I smoothed the lipstick over my lips and patted my nose. The girls buzzed over how feminine I seemed, and were titillated over a boy having to look and behave so girl-like.
I took the drink tray back to the kitchen, and returned with a tall rum and cola. Diane and Karen squeezed over to make a space for me to sit between them on the couch.
"Here Kimberly, come sit between us." Karen sang.
I went to sit, and then decided to sit my drink down first. Lowering myself to sit while wearing heels, with no means of steadying myself, felt precarious. Karen and Diane gently steadied me as I scooped my skirt to sit. They both beamed as I smoothed my skirt as I sat between them
I reached for my drink. Boy, I needed a good drink! I felt something slide as I did, and sat back realizing my bra had moved up on my chest, and it was uncomfortable.
"Karen, would you hold this?" I asked, handing my drink to her.
I pinched the bottom bra between my thumbs and index fingers and tugged.
"Is your bra riding up." Diane laughed.
I nodded as I pulled the band back into place.
The girls were amused again.
"Oh yes, arent bras and girdles fun, Kimberly?" Megan teased.
I took a long sip of my rum and coke ... and noticed the imprint of my red lips on the glass.
Karen and Diane snuggled up tightly against me.
"I just love your pretty apron." Karen commented.
"How do you like wearing nylons?" Diane giggled, pulling up my skirt a few inches.
"Your slip is lovely." Karen said, fingering the exposed lacy hem.
"Yes, .. very pretty. Kimberly, pull up your skirt a little so we can all see." Ginger said..
"Come on. You can show us girls." Jill quipped.
"Its ok Kimberly. Stand up and show them what pretty lingerie youre wearing." Linda said
A couple girls applauded and cheered as I inched my skirt higher.
".. so dainty... so feminine"
"Whats the bodice like? Show us the top Kimberly." Megan called.
"Would you girls like a little fashion show?" Linda asked.
The girls squealed their approval.
"Come on Kimberly, lets find some things for you to model." Linda smiled, holding out her hand.
She led me into the bedroom, followed by Dana and Jenny. Linda untied the bow at my collar, and began unbuttoning my blouse. Dana unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt; and as I stepped out of the skirt I looked up to see the girls all coming into the bedroom. Im not sure why, but I put my hand over my chest. Diane, Jill, and Karen squealed at my seemingly feminine modesty. Linda turned from the closet to a room full of girls.
"Ok, everyone out to the living room. We can change her clothes out there where there is more room."
I blushed from my face to my toes as they nudged me out into the living room in my heels and slip.
The girls fawned over me, admiring the slip, and staring intently to see the details of what all I was wearing.
Linda came out with the first dress I wore, and it was slipped on me as she explained to them that this was what I wore to class with them. I then had to walk and turn, modeling it. Next was the tight skirt with a eyelet lace trimmed blouse.
"She has the cutest, girlish wiggle in this tight skirt." Dana commented as the skirt was zipped.
I had to walk for them; and I got a surprise as I went to step. These heels were much higher, and my first step was not only shorter but forced more inline, resulting in an even more exaggerated sway of the hips.
"Wow!" (wolf whistle) "Shes hot!" Ginger gasped.
"Shes got the curves AND the walk." Megan quipped.
The girls were all talking about me amongst themselves, and chatted on and on. I found my drink, and carefully sat on the couch, my legs squeezed so tightly my knees turned white.
Karen and Crystal soon joined me. Karen giggled, resting her hand over my silken knee. Jenny arrived a minute too late, and so sat across from me, looking slightly jealous. The other girls made their way back to their seats one by one over the next 20 minutes, after they had freshened their drinks.
The conversations turned to other subjects, but would always come back to me for periods of time.
About a half-hour later I needed a refill.
"Jenny, help me up. I need to get another drink." I implored.
Jenny giggled, and held out her hand, pulling me up. We walked out to the kitchen arm-in-arm. I now towered above her in the heels; but I was the dependent one now, requiring a slow pace and teetering tenuously. We smiled at each other as we approached the kitchen doorway, and kissed. It was not a passionate kiss, but a light, playful affectionate one; but we heard from the girls just the same.
The whole room came alive in cheers, jeers, and giggles.
We smiled, and ignored them.
Jenny and I came out with fresh drinks, and the girls teased us again. I was very conscious of my walk. My knees were locked together by the skirt, and my nylons and the lining of my skirt sang such a girlish tune. I couldnt help but blush as we made our way back to our seats. Karen and Crystal squeezed over for me to sit between them again. Jenny looked disappointed as she took her chair across from me.
My double rum and cola tasted very good.
It was going on 11 when Linda asked: "Kimberly... how would you like to change into something a little more comfortable, sweetie?"
I was wary of some trick, but nodded.
"Come on", she said, holding out her hand.
Jenny followed us into her bedroom, and they undressed me. The blouse and skirt were removed, followed by the slip. My stockings were ungartered and peeled off, and my girdle slid off ... to my relief.
I emerged from the bedroom in the pink nightie, robe, and pink scuffs. Jenny had tied my hair back with the pink ribbon, tying a neat bow on top of my head.. The ribbon seemed a little longer, or the bow was smaller, as the ribbon ends draped over my bangs. The room full of girls screamed as I emerged. The thin, silky nightie and robe draped over the pointy bra, exaggerating my chest. I endured their renewed taunts about my pink femininity.
My face matched my nightie and robe as I gathered the full layers of silky, pink nylon to sit between Karen and Crystal again. The loose silky nylon felt so soft, slippery, and comfortable after the day in a girdle and all. Karen fingered my thin nylon robe, and played with my curls, and the pink ribbon bow in my hair. The girls were all giggles, and teasingly complimented me with such sickeningly sweet, girlie comments. Every little movement I made to adjust the pink nylon I wore was met with sighs, giggles, and sissy quips.
It was 12:30 before the first girls decided to leave. I was elicited to say goodnight at the door, and Ginger, Megan, and Diane all kissed me on the cheek before they left.
It was just 30 minutes later before Crystal and Jill said goodnight. They hugged all the girls, saying what a great time they had, and they kissed my cheek as well.
It was 1:30 when we all were falling asleep that Jenny and I were left alone in the living room. We had blankets and pillows, and made our bed on the floor. Jenny had changed into a pink and white short nightie of her own, and helped me out of my robe before we snuggled together. Jenny played with the large pink satin ribbon bow at my chest... and I played with the shiny white satin bow at hers. My hand slipped to cup her firm, pert breasts, and protruding nipples.
It was strange that our first sexual encounter happened with both of us in filmy nylon and ribbons; but it was none-the-less delightful.
Linda woke us in the morning about 8 am as she emerged from her room.
"Time to get up! Wake up girls, its breakfast time." She called. "Come on Kimberly, you can help."
I smoothed out my disheveled nightie, and blushingly tugged the bra out of my armpits. I was further embarrassed when I had to push the pads back into the cups. I slipped the pink robe on, stepped into the fuzzy scuffs, and followed Linda out to the kitchen. I got the bacon and eggs out of the fridge, while Linda set the table. I began cooking as Linda, then Dana, and finally Cathy made their way out to the kitchen. I fixed them all eggs, and they were all pleased as I served them in my pink film and ribbons.
I was elicited to clear the table, and put the dishes in the sink while the girls got dressed. I was sitting on the couch with Jenny when Linda came out with my clothes.
"Here Kerry", She giggled. "Heres your clothes; but remember, Kimberly is welcome back anytime."
Right on top of my shirt and pants was a frilly pair of panties ... blue with white lace. It was one of the new pair, and had ribbon bows at the legs. I picked them up, and looked questioningly at Linda.
"Arent they pretty? They are yours. Im sure Kimberly will like them." She giggled.
I looked... there was no other underwear. They snickered as I went into the bathroom to change. It was strange. After all I had had to wear, I still felt uneasy and embarrassed to put on the lacy panties with the ribbon bows under my clothes. Perhaps it was because I was now dressed as a boy again, with one small exception. I brushed my hair, but the curls wouldnt budge, so I washed my hair, and combed it out.
I came out with my hair wet, and Linda looked me up and down.
"You looked better in a dress." She teased. "Here", she said, handing me a bottle of polish remover and tissues. "Youll want to remove your nail polish."
I sat on the couch, and worked to remove the girl paint from my nails.
Jenny came over with a hair dryer.
"You cant go out with your hair wet. Youll catch cold." She scolded.
She began blowing my hair dry, fluffing it out with a comb, and began giggling.
"Looks like your curls are here to stay, Kimberly." She laughed.
"Hey!" I yelled.
"Its not my fault. Your hair is just curly. I wish my hair held curls this good."
Jenny combed my hair in the best boy style she could, arranging my persistent curls. I looked at them in the mirror. My hair looked quite girlish. I mumbled something about getting it cut.
"Oh no youre not! You are not to cut your hair! You cut your hair and well glue a wig on you! You arent to cut an inch of those pretty curls." Jenny yelled.
The other girls chimed in with other threats. I was not to cut a single hair, or else! And I was not to touch my fingernails either. Jenny or one of the other girls would cut and shape them.
I was silent as Jenny and I left their apartment.
"Bye Kerry... and Kimberly, come see us again. Wed love to have you." Dana and Linda called.
Jenny and I said goodbye to the girls, and walked back to campus. Jenny pulled out her lipstick as we arrived at her dorm and put on fresh. I kissed Jenny goodbye in her dorm lobby, and she kissed me back ... hard.
"You're wearing lipstick again." She giggled, smooshing my cheeks together with her hands, making a pink pucker of my lips.
I wiped my lips with my hands. Jenny giggled.
"Youll have to come visit my room again, Kimberly." She whispered, kissing my cheek.
I walked back to my dorm wondering just what she had implied; but then, for now, I was free from the anxiety over the gusting winds.
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