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I Was Loved Like A Girl

by: Miss Deborah (Debi) Leigh Johnson

 

Setting

We, that is, our two families, have lived in a rural setting for about eight years. When I say rural, I mean rural. Our house is next door to the Brownell family. Our two homes are seven and three quarter miles from the next farm. Neither we, nor the Brownells are farmers, but our parents loved living in the rural setting.

I am an only child too.

The Brownells have three absolutely gorgeous girls, who also happen to be really nice girls too, not stuck on themselves, if you know what I mean and then they also have one of the local school's heartthrobs as a son, Jacob.

I never figured out why, but Jacob has always kind of treated me like I was one of his sisters. He probably did that because, if the truth be told I look an awful lot more like a girl looks that a guy looks. I am not proud of it but that is a reality I have learned to live with. He is always so respectful around me. He is the only guy at school who treats me like that, to be entirely honest. I guess that is one of the reasons I like him so much.

Heck, if any of the characters in school picks on me, they have to deal with Jacob. It always made me feel very odd, but the fact is, I am so small (petite is better word I guess) and I admit that I am rather delicate looking so that it is a real godsend to have Jacob want to take care of me the way he does. He protects me like he protects his sisters.

If it were not for Jacob, my life would be hell, I am certain of that. But I get picked on a lot in spite of that, but I know it would be pure hell for me if the other guys were not so scared of having to deal with Jacob if they pick on me too much.

Jacob, I call him Jake, is just the total opposite of me.

As I said, I look a lot more like one of his sisters than I do one of his male friends. That is that I have these really cute (so his sisters tell me), big blue eyes, with a soft looking nearly white complexion, and dark blond longish hair. I am also cursed with a delicate boning which makes me look an awful lot more like a pretty girl than a healthy young male in his mid teens.

Jacob is the opposite of me for sure. He is quite tall, rather dark and he is decidedly a handsome young man for sure. He really is tall dark and handsome, literally.

He towers over my 5' 3 ¾" frame in his 5'10" bulk. He is powerful too. Sometimes I watch him as he is curling his set of homemade weights in his back yard, when no one knows that I am looking. I love to watch his muscles ripple under his skin. He is so powerful, and it makes me feel totally inadequate when he is around. He never says anything to me about how I look, but he is so masculine that he makes me feel like a total girl, just by being around him.

In a way I kind of like that feeling, but I also feel kind of guilty about it too, because I know that guys should enjoy competing with each other. I do not enjoy competition, especially with other boys. I will never understand how they can seem to get such a satisfaction from trying to best each other in everything. That is not for me.

So, that is like the setting of this story, okay?

 

What Happened Next?

 

My mom (my dad died when I was quite young) and Jake's mom are going to take his teenaged sisters to a fashion show in the city. They are planning to be gone from Friday afternoon till Monday night. Jake's dad is also going to be away on a business trip that particular weekend.

I was actually invited to join with the girls, and no matter how excited the idea made me, I knew that as a guy, I was not supposed to be wanting to be with all the girls at a fashion show like that, so I opted to stay at home. I feigned a need to get a science project done. I don't think that any of them were really fooled though. I think they knew that I really wanted to go with them but that as the only boy, I would feel too strange about it. So they let me make my excuses and they accepted them.

As it so happened, Jake had to write an exam on Friday afternoon, and would not be done before the females left on their trip. It was actually suggested that I spend the weekend at Jake's house.

I was really not too crazy about the idea, but Jake seemed to like it enough though. It is hard to tell what Jake likes because he does not emote too much if you know what I mean. I kind of got the feeling though that he liked the arrangement.

So, they all left at 11:30 a.m.

Jake was not going to be home from school till about 1:00 p.m. I had nothing else to do, so being as curious as I was, I decided that I might never again get the chance to explore the girl's bedrooms and learn all the hidden secrets that made them all so pretty and so desirable and so different from boys.

I spent the hour actually exploring the girl's closets and bureaus. I should have felt guilty, but what I felt was a very strange kind of excitement in stead. I loved the lovely scents and the sensations of the delicate fabrics on my fingertips. Girls were so lucky, I concluded.

In fact, I had gotten so caught up in what I was doing that I did not even hear Jake return. I did not hear him come up the stairs. I did not hear him lean against the doorway of Cassie's bedroom. I did not hear him as he watched me pick up one pair of pretty panties after another, to admire the delicate lace and pretty soft material. Her panties were just so pretty.

I did hear him though when he cleared his throat, just as I was holding one particularly pretty pair of blue silk briefs trimmed in white lace, up in front of my face.

With a guilty terror, I leaped as I turned to stare at him. I thought he would hate me and deride me and threaten to tell the world what he had caught me doing with the pretty panties. Instead, he was leaning casually against the doorframe with a warm and friendly smile on his face.

That really confused me.

"Uhhh…Jake…Uhhh…It is not what it looks like?" I almost whined. I was so ashamed. He always made me feel so small and inadequate, so being caught in a situation like this was just the very worst that could have happened to me.

"What is not what it looks like? It looks to me like you just enjoy looking at a pretty pair of panties. That is all. Hey, every guy likes looking at pretty lingerie…"

I was overwhelmed with relief. I sighed. "Yeah, you are so right. They are so different from our things. They are pretty."

He then sauntered over to stand right in front of me and he looked down at me and he actually had a tender expression on his face. "You know what I think you should do?"

"What?" I was trembling, but I did not know why.

"I think you should try them on."

"Jake!!! What are you saying?"

"Hey, every guy is enamoured of girl's pretty lingerie. Every guy wants to get into a girl's panties, though maybe not quite in that way. I just bet that it would feel fantastic too, but as you can see, I could not possibly ever fit into such pretty little things. But you could. We are alone for the next couple of days. Heck, you might never ever get a chance to try doing something like this again. So, why not go for it. If I was your tiny little size and I looked as pretty as you look, I would certainly try wearing Cassie's clothes."

"You…You would?"

"Sure I would. I can't, but if I had the chance to dress up like a girl, I am pretty sure that I would try it. I'd love to know how it feels you know what I mean? Their clothes are so different from what we are stuck with wearing."

"Yeah…" I suddenly knew he had trapped me into confessing a yet unidentified desire that was still buried deep within myself. I knew that I had just confessed to him that I really did want to try wearing his sister's clothes on. I blushed furiously in my shame and guilt.

He gently put the fingertips of his right hand under my chin and forced me to look up into his eyes. "You know and I know that you find it very hard to be a boy. Why not make an experiment, and for the next couple of days, just try being a girl, and see if it is better for you?"

I felt such a wonderful sense of freedom wash over my psyche and yet, I felt that because I was a boy, I had to protest what he was saying to me. I started to say something.

He just smiled, put a finger on my lips to shush me, and said, "I have a few things to do in the shed, then I want to take a shower. That leaves you about an hour or so. I want you to find something really pretty to wear then if you have enough time, make some sandwiches for us. There is sliced beef in the refrigerator."

He turned and walked out.

I suddenly became aware that I had the biggest boner that I had ever had in my life. The idea of Jake seeing me all dressed up in a girl's clothes was the most exciting thing that I had ever experienced in my life. Was I turning gay just like all the guys at school told me I was after all? I trembled with the intensity of the mass of confusing emotions that were coursing through me.

I threw the panties back in the drawer and turned to leave the room, to go back home and just not see Jake again till next Monday.

As I got to the door though, I knew deep down in my heart of hearts that this was something that I really did want to do. I wanted to know what it would feel like to wear the pretty clothes. I wanted to know what pretty clothes felt like, to wear. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have Jake looking at me as if I was a girl. I wanted to know what it felt like to be pretty.

Slowly, while experiencing a sense of being a complete betrayal to boyhood, I turned and went back into the room. Like I was in a trance, I removed my boy clothes, and kicked them under the bed and out of sight.

I did not want to be reminded that I was a boy.

I picked up those pretty blue panties, turned them so that the fuller part was at the back, and I bent over. I felt almost a sense of dread and fear and total elation as I watched myself step into the lace trimmed pantywaist and I nearly feinted as I felt the elasticized lace leg holes gently grasp my legs as I pulled on my very first pair of panties. The silky material was so delicate and so cool and so soft to the touch. I drew them up till I felt the softness caress my bum cheeks and delightfully caress my scrotum and the underside of my erection, as I let go of the pantywaist.

That was it. I had just done the most effeminizing thing that I could ever think to do. All these years, guys had teased me about wearing pretty panties, and I had fought to preserve my boyish dignity, but I could never do that again. If they accused me of being a pantywaist now, I knew deep inside of me, that they were right. I was one now. I had just officially, without being forced, crossed the line to become a fairy. I was a boy in panties.

I lightly caressed my bum cheeks with my palms and it was such a sweet and delicate sensation. Now I knew why girls loved to wear things like this. They felt totally wonderful. My cockette moved and twitched in the front of the panties, so close to the area that had covered Cassie's most intimate girl place, and I had a strange sense that my tiny little rock hard cock belonged in girl's panties just as much as her girl parts did.

Still in a daze, I went about donning the bra, nylons, garter belt, shoes, white silk slip, a touch of makeup and perfume and then went to the closet to decide what to wear for outer clothes. I wanted something that was pretty and feminine. I wanted something that would make Jake like me as a girl.

I chose a very soft short sleeved pink mohair sweater, and a pink and gray pleated plaid skirt. I'd seen her wear this outfit so many times and I had always thought she was so pretty and so elegant in it. I'd always admired how feminine she looked in it. I wondered if Jake would think that it did the same things for me. I hoped he would think so.

I hardly dared to believe that I was seeing her pretty outfit again, but now, it was on me, and it fit me like it had fit her. I looked every inch a girl, and the realization was caused me to have huge problems in my pretty silk panties.

I put on a couple of rings, a wristwatch and some bangles that clinked with a pretty little delicate sound. I was ready. I could hear Jake's shower as he turned it on, so I knew that he was going to be out of there in about fifteen minutes or so. That did not leave a lot of time to make the sandwiches, so I hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I was so turned on knowing that Cassie had done exactly the same things that I was doing now, while wearing the same clothes that I was wearing. I just could not get to be much more of a girl and it was terribly erotic to me.

I served up some iced sodas and beef sandwiches with some gherkin pickles on the side of the plates, and was just putting two sandwiches on Jake's plate as he came through the door.

"Wow!!!"

I turned to look at him, acutely aware that my legs were bare from mid thigh down and that I had small mounds on my chest, and that I had a pleated skirt on that was flaring out with every little movement around my thighs. I had never ever felt so delightfully vulnerable in my short life.

I was so giddy, and so nervous, that I needed to do something to try and hide it. What did I do? I did the last thing in the world that a boy should do before his best friend. I curtsied gracefully.

My face burned with the shame of letting my best friend see me do something that was so totally an only feminine. Yet, I also felt a very strange kind of a relief, as though I were declaring my alignment with girlhood before a real guy. I kind of liked how it felt.

"You look fabulous. I knew that you would make a fantastic girl, but you are better that I had even dreamed you might you. You are fabulous."

I could not hide the flush of delight that I knew was burning my cheeks.

"Now, you know what. I have a cousin who is totally smashing. You look so much like her, that while you are dressed like that, I am going to call you Deborah. That is her name. Is that okay with you, Miss Debi?"

I was delighted. "I guess?" and I shrugged my shoulders. I had never dreamed that he would want to call my by a girl's name too. Debi sounded so…so feminine. Yes, I would like being called Deborah or Miss Debi.

We sat on the kitchen stools and put away the sandwiches. He had four and I had one. We talked and talked about normal stuff, and I was soon feeling quite relaxed and almost but not quite forgetting the unusual sensations of the clothes that I was wearing. When the lunch was over, Jake watched me as I cleaned up the kitchen.

I could feel his eyes all over me, and it made me like being a girl for him.

I liked how it felt to have Jake admiring me and looking at me in the same way that I had seen him look at other pretty girls.

I finished up the cleanup operation, then turned and leaned against the counter in front of the sink. I looked over at him. I was thankful that my skirt was kind of a heavy material because it definitely disguised the fact that I had a raging hard on in my panties. It was not because I was attracted to Jake. That was true enough, but that was not what was making me so hot. It was the fact that he was a man, and I was a girl. I was doing what normal girls do, in front of a normal young man. That is what turned my crank.

 

This Is What Happens To Girls

 

I leaned against the counter, completely aware of the sensations of my panties and my slip being pressed into my skin as I stood there, my arms folded under my breasts. I have no idea of how many times I have seen other girls in exactly the same kind of pose.

Jake unfurled himself and slowly walked over to stand in front of me. He looked down at me with the sweetest smile on his face. His eyes darted back and forth from one of my eyes to the other as though he were trying to read what was going on inside of me.

"Debi, this is what I think, and this is what I want. I think that you totally love being a girl with me. There is no sense in trying to deny it because your face is just kind of glowing. I have never seen you look so happy before. So, don't waste both of our times by trying to deny it. So, it is established that we both know that you love being a girl with me around to admire you.

The next thing is though, what to do about it. I think that you are too bound up with guilt to allow yourself to act like a girl acts when she is with a guy she likes. So, I will not ask you to act like a girl with me. However, I want your promise that you will let me treat you the way a boy does when he is in love with a girl…"

It was my time to search his eyes, trying to understand what he was saying.

I was confused, scared, and more erotically excited than I had ever dreamed was possible.

"What do you mean Jake?" I managed to rasp out.

"What I mean is this. I do not expect you to act the way normal girls act. I mean, normal girls love to do things like suck my cock for me. I would not ask that of you because I do not think that you are comfortable enough with your girlhood to be able to allow yourself to do that. But, I want you to promise me that you will not fight me if I just treat you like I treat any other girlfriend. Can you do that?"

"I… I don't know what you mean Jake?" I replied in a soft tone of voice. I loved the idea that he wanted to treat me like a normal girl.

"What I mean is I find you to be very pretty, very feminine and very sexy. I want to do things to you that I do with other girls that make me feel the same way. I want hold you and kiss you. I want to hold your hand and looking into your eyes. I want to be able to touch you the way that guys like touching girls. I will not ask you to do what girls do to guys, but I will ask you to just let me do what normal guys do to normal girls. Will that be okay with you Debi?"

My breathing was very shallow and my hands were shaking. "I guess?"

He smiled at me and stepped closer, so close that a sheet of paper could not have fit between us. I have never been so close to a male before. It made me feel very vulnerable. It made me very aware of how big and strong he was. I was so acutely aware that he was a guy, and that I was not.

I loved how it felt.

He put his hands on my shoulders very gently then he lowered his face to me and lightly kissed my lips. His kiss was so light that I wondered if I had imagined that he had kissed me. Then he stepped back and smiled at me.

"See? Letting a guy treat you the way guys treat pretty girls is not such a bad thing, is it?"

All I could do was to shake my head in response. I could hardly believe that a guy had just kissed me, like a girl is kissed. I'd smelled his aftershave. I'd felt his stubble on my lips. I'd just experienced exactly what any of his other girlfriends experienced. I now knew what anyone of them knew about how it felt to have him kiss them.

He then took my hand and led me out onto the front porch, where he directed me to sit in the porch swing, while he sat beside me. He sat close to me and he held my hand in his, the back of my right hand turned down, resting on the rough fabric of his jeans. I knew that girls felt these things.

"Debi, I have to tell you that this is like a dream come true for me. I have always loved you ever since I first met you. I knew you were a guy, but I could only think of you as being a pretty girl with an extra bit of flesh in her panties. It always made me feel bad when I saw you trying to act like a boy, just to get along with the jerk-offs at school. I can't help it. I love you the way any normal guy loves a normal girl.

I hope I am not upsetting you when I say this, but if I don't say it now, I might never get the chance to let you know how I feel about you."

"I… I always felt that you treated me more like I was your sister than like a best friend. I… I guess that I was not wrong?"

"No, you were not wrong. I have always thought that you were one of the sexiest girls I have ever met. Even when I was out on a date, if I was like making out in the back seat of the car, I always imagined what it would be like to be kissing you and feeling up you instead of the girl that I was with."

"Really?"

"Really. You are the most exciting girl I have ever wanted to be with."

"Wow!"

"Yeah, it is like my fondest wish has suddenly become true. Like I said a while ago, you don't have to act like a girl does, unless you really, really want to, but please, just let me pretend that I am your boyfriend for a couple of days, and I will never ask you to do this again, not unless you want to do it?"

"I never thought that I would ever do something like this either Jake. I love how this feels. If you want to treat me like a girl, that is okay with me. I can't guarantee that I will be able to react like a girl, but I will try."

"Sweet heart, I don't want you to try to act like a girl. I just want you to be yourself, your real self, your girl self. You are more of a girl than half the real girls at school anyway, and we both know it, so just relax and enjoy it."

"Okay. I can probably do that."

He leaned over and he very gently kissed me again, but in a matter of minutes, he had his strong arms wrapped around my shoulders, making me feel utterly girlish. I could not resist being his girl and receiving and returning his kisses. Nothing had ever felt so right to me before.

I could not help myself. I melted against his chest. He made me feel so protected, so cherished. I knew that I was not a girl, but if this is how girls got to feel, it was wonderful. I wanted more of it.

That was when I felt his tongue start to lick my lips. I almost creamed in my panties when I realized that a guy was going to French kiss me. I mewed against his mouth, and I involuntarily parted my lips in an act of surrender to his desires. He sensed my acceptance and he inserted it, slowly but with full dominant intent, till he nearly filled my mouth with himself. I had no choice. I licked him and chewed him and sucked him. He made me feel so small and yet so loved.

I have no idea of how long Jake held me and kissed me and caressed me like that. It was a wonderful emotion though. Finally, he moved back from me slightly.

"Well, I guess we both know by now that you never really were a boy, don't we Deborah?"

All I could do was to look up into those loving eyes and not disagree with him. I had so many emotions running through me that I could not speak without fear of crying a ton of tears. Again I was aware that I was feeling a new feminine emotion that I had not felt before.

I loved feeling these most delightful girlish feelings.

"You love being made to feel like a pretty girl, don't you?"

I nodded yes.

"Well, pretty girls like you should be made to feel like a pretty little princess. The way that is done is for her knight in shining armour to make passionate love to her. She need not do anything, except to be a girl, and let him love her the way that he wants to. She does not have to love him back all she has to do is to let him treat her like a princess. Would you like me to love you like that Debi?"

I could not stop myself from nodding affirmatively. I was amazed to realize that I craved being made to feel like a princess. I wanted to know what it felt like to have this young man love me. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a young stud who was also a popular guy want me and want to please me, just because he thought that I was pretty and feminine.

I knew only too well what boys who wore girl's clothes were called. I had never done this kind of thing before but I had spent my entire life defending myself against the accusations that I did them. I knew now that how I was feeling was worth all of the nicknames and teasing. I made a much better girl than I ever had made a boy. I knew that I was a fairy faggot because I had dressed up like a girl and was taking the girl part in letting Jake kiss me like a boy kisses a girl. I knew that fairies like me were called cocksuckers, which implied that we let boys put their cocks into our mouths, and that we actively sucked on them, to make the boy cum like he does for a girl. I knew it, but I also knew how it felt to be treated like a girl too. Normal girls sucked cocks and they seemed to like doing it, didn't they?

I loved feeling like I was a desirable girl.

He kissed me again, just as deeply as he had before, cradling me in his strong arms as though I had become something very precious and delicate. I loved how that felt to me. He was so strong, and yet I could feel his tenderness in the way that he held me too. I knew that this is how a girl would feel in his loving arms.

I loved it. I'd never felt so right before.

We spent the better part of an hour as he just kissed me ever so tenderly like that. I had never understood before, or tried to understand why girls were so interested in romance. Now I knew why. It was totally delightful.

I just wanted to languish in his attentions to go on for hours. I had never felt so loved and admired in my life and it was a very exhilarating experience too. I knew that it was because I looked like a girl and I was dressed as a girl, but that was part of the mystery.

After a too short a while though, I felt Jake slowly begin to move his right hand down along my sides, down and over my hips and then to my nyloned knees. His fingertips lightly explored my nyloned knees and very slowly, I could feel them begin to explore their way up under my skirt.

I caught my breath, hardly daring to believe that like any other girl, I was actually getting myself felt up. He knew what was in my panties, and still, he wanted to feel me through my panties. I was astounded and elated. I had the strangest sense of somehow coming under his control as his hot hand slipped ever so demandingly up under my skirt. It was the most erotic experience I had ever had in my life.

I absolutely loved being treated like a girl is supposed to be treated, not to mention how much I loved how the girl's clothes felt on my body. But, what was the most exciting to me though, was that I was feeling like I imagined that a real girl in this situation would feel like. I loved the sense of utter femininity that was welling up from somewhere deep inside of myself.

I could not help it. I could not stop myself. I parted my legs a little bit, to encourage him. He did not need much encouraging, and it was in only a matter of moments before I felt his hot huge strong fingers exploring the tops of my nylons and then actually lightly brushed the front of my panties.

I nearly screamed, it seemed so erotic and sensuous to be touched in this manner by a guy… a handsome popular guy, and it was only because I was a girl.

His fingers lightly explored the rock hard cockette through the fine silk of the panties I was wearing, and then went down between my legs to my scrotum. He found his way down to where my vagina should have been. It is a good thing that his tongue was in my mouth when he pushed up into that area with his fingertips, just like he would have done with a real girl, because I nearly orgasmed at that moment. I whimpered and clung tightly to his neck and sucked harder on his big tongue as though that would some how keep me under control. I felt so utterly helpless under his hands, and I adored it.

I heard him chuckle, as he knew that he had discovered my secret girl spot now.

His fingers went backwards and lightly caressed my oh-so sensitive anal lips through the silk of my panties. Gawd, I could not believe how wonderful that felt. I would never have guessed that I could be so sensitive back there. Jake knew what he was doing though as he treated me just like he treated his other girlfriends.

I felt like I had become a musical instrument in is masterly hands, and that he was playing me and making the kind of music that he wanted to see coming from me. I was enraptured with the delight of finding out first hand what all the other girls get to feel. My emotions were reaching the point at which I might lose control of myself. It was so lovely to be treated this way.

He slowly moved his hand back to the front of my panties and slowly moved his hands over me in such a gentle caress, repeatedly, making me nearly beg for him to release my pent up passions. He was making me hotter and hotter for him as he caressed the only few inches of boyhood that I had left to me.

"Ohhh…Jake…"

I could not stop myself from sighing out his name. I felt like I was sinking into a wonderful deep hole lined with pink satin that was called love. I felt like I was feeling what a girl who is falling in love with a boy might feel like, and it was wonderful.

Jake stood up and he reached for my hand. I did not care where he was going to take me. I just wanted him to take me with him. I reached for his hand, and enjoyed his strength as he pulled me up to a standing position. He turned and led me back into the house. I followed meekly as he led me up the stairs and into his bedroom.

He stopped and pulled me very tightly against him as he once again buried his tongue deep inside of my mouth. I was never so aware of how strong and hard his body felt. I especially became aware of his raging hard on pressing against my tummy. I should have hated this, but it was so exciting to me that I could not resist. If this is what I had to do to enjoy these sensations, then I was willing to become his sissy princess fairy any time that he wanted me to. I wanted now, for him to do anything to me that he does to his other girlfriends.

With a sudden start, I also realized that just like his other girlfriends, I now had a very strong desire to be a pleasing girl to him. As he held me, I knew in my mind that guys who wore girl's clothes and let boys kiss them were usually cocksuckers too. I had never done that before but for the first time in my life, I wanted to know what it would feel like for a boy to put his cock in my mouth and let me suck it for him. I wondered if Jake would want me to suck his cock for him.

I did not care if it meant I would become a cocksucker. If it would please him, I would do it, because that is what girls do for guys who make them feel as special as I was feeling at the moment. If he asked me to suck his cock, I would do it. I was certain that I would.

I knew this much for certain, I really wanted to know what it would be like to feel what his other girlfriends felt, like wearing the sensuous and pretty girl's clothes while he jacked his cock into my mouth. I knew that all the other girls sucked him off, because he was always comparing them and telling me about them.

So, in a sense, I guess that I already knew exactly what kind of cocksucking turned him on the most. I could be his very best cocksucker, if he asked me to do it for him.

I felt his hands tracing out the lines of my bra on my back, and very slowly they caressed their way down to my sides, over my hips, and then to my bum cheeks. He grasped them very firmly, pulling them apart and lifted me off my feet, pressing me against him. I had never felt so delightfully vulnerable and helpless and in someone else's control before, and it was lovely.

I felt free to act like a girl acts.

I giggled on his tongue as he slowly allowed me to slide down his body till I was back on my feet again. He was so much bigger and stronger than I was. Compared to him, I belonged in girl's clothes. We both knew it too.

He then lowered himself to his knees in front of me. He looked up and I saw what could only be described as an adoring expression in his eyes. I felt adored and it was most delightful.

Still looking up at me, he placed his palm on the front of my skirt and gently caressed me. He was touching me right on my cockette, but he made me feel like he was caressing a pretty girl in the way that he did it. I nearly feinted because it was such an intense emotional high that I was feeling.

I watched him as his hands explored all over the front of my skirt, gently rubbing the satin underskirt over my nyloned thighs and my silk panties. Then, ever so slowly, his hands went down to my skirt hem, and he gently pushed my skirt up to above my pantywaist band. He asked me to hold it up there.

I felt so strange holding up my skirt and slip and having the young man ogling the front of my panties. It had never dawned on me that Jacob would be sexually excited just to see me wearing pretty panties.

He pressed his face against the front of my panties, and I could feel his lips moving as he was kissing my cockette through my panties. He kissed and kissed, then lightly bit me then he actually started to lick the front of my panties. I felt like a goddess being adored by her minions. I loved it.

He asked me to turn around and I did. He spent a long time kissing and nipping at my pantied bum cheeks, and every once in a while, he would reach around to the front and caressed me with his fingers through my panties. He loved me in my panties. I had never felt so wonderful.

I nearly creamed in my panties over and over again, but every time I thought I was going to orgasm, he would do something to make me back off from the edge again. He kissed me like that for a long time. My feet were actually beginning to ache from standing in one spot for so long in my high heels.

He then did something that nearly made me scream in my pleasures. I felt him lower the back of my panties. He kissed my bum cheeks then with his fingers, he pulled lightly to part my bum cheeks. I felt his tongue as he began to lick my pussy lips for me. I nearly died the sensation was so wonderful and so sweet. I felt his strength as he actually probed into me a bit with his hard strong tongue.

Finally, he pulled my panties up and he stood up again and turned me to face him and he again kissed me and held me tightly against him.

"Debi, are you enjoying being treated like a girl?"

"Gawd Jake, this is so wonderful. I never felt like this before. I never dreamed the being a girl was so wonderful."

"Do you like being treated the way that I treat all of my girlfriends?"

"Gawd yes. I want to feel everything that your other girlfriends get to feel when they are with you."

"Do you really Debi?"

"Yes Jake."

"Most of my girls suck my cock for me. Did you know that?"

"Yes. I knew that Jake…" I blushed furiously.

"And you still want to feel what other girls feel with me?"

"Yes…" I had never felt so humiliated. I knew that I had just confessed to my best friend that I loved wearing girl's clothes and that I would suck him off if he wanted me to.

He smiled down at me. "I am glad that you like being my girlfriend. Now my sweet little pretty lady, it is time for you to feel some more of the things that I like to do to my girls."

He pushed me lightly, and I found myself sitting on his bed. He knelt down in front of me again. He leaned forward and kissed my lips then he lightly pushed my shoulders so that I was lying on my back with my feet still on the floor.

I felt him as he removed my shoes. I felt his hands softly caressing the soles of my feet. It was heavenly. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the eroticism of what he was doing. Then I was astounded to feel his lips kissing my feet. He told me that they were very pretty and that he loved them.

I could hardly believe what he did next. He started to lick my feet. He sucked my toes through my nylons. His hot moist tongue felt wonderful. I knew that I was getting to feel exactly what his other girls got to feel when he made love to them.

I have no idea of how long he did that. I just loved feeling so adored though.

My arms were up above my head, enhancing the feeling of being totally vulnerable and being submitted to being loved by a man. My head was turning and I could not stop the soft moans from escaping from my lips.

I felt like every nerve ending in my body was alive with anticipation.

I felt his hands and his lips kiss all the way up to my knees again, and he smiled down at me as he pushed my skirt up again.

"You look so hot in those pretty blue silk panties Debi. If I had my way, you would only wear pretty silk panties from now on Debi."

Then he leaned forward and began kissing me all over the front of my panties again. I was near swooning. I was glad that I was laying down because there is no way that I could stand up and endure this kind of treatment.

I felt the cool air as his fingers lifted my pantywaist and lowered the front of my panties.

He looked at my cockette for a long minute. I was sure that once he saw the reality of what was in my panties that he was going to hate me fore being such a fag. Instead, he sighed deeply and smiled as he looked up into my eyes.

"You look so pretty surrounded by the delicate pretty lingerie. Gawd you are so hot Debi. I want to eat you up totally."

I'd never dreamed that I would have heard such words spoken about me, and I loved it.

I felt the beard stubble of his chin as he leaned over and began to lightly kiss all around my little cockette. Then I nearly screamed as I felt the hot moist mouth suddenly descend down over my cockette and lock on me. I felt the suction as he slowly licked me and raised his head at the same time.

He looked up at me. "It is the biggest clit that I have ever eaten, but it is a very sweet little thing. I love how you taste baby…" His mouth returned to me and it only took a few seconds before he had me at the edge of an orgasm.

I suddenly started jerking around as I erupted into his mouth. I could not believe how wonderful the sensations were as he sucked and licked at me, making me give everything to him. He was locked onto me till I grew soft in his mouth.

He then moved up to lie beside me. He was resting, perched up on one elbow and smiling down at me.

"You orgasm the same way that girls do, you know that Debi?"

"I… I do?"

"Yes you do my sweet heart. You are so sweet tasting too, just like the other girls are."

Then he leaned over and kissed me and put his tongue back into my mouth. It tasted differently, and I knew that I was tasting the slight nutty salty taste of my own cum. It was not bad either. I did not know if I liked it or not, but I knew I did not mind the taste of cum.

"Gawd Jake, no one ever made me feel like that before. It was so wonderful."

"You like being my girlfriend Debi?"

"I love it. I never dreamed that girls got to feel like this Jake. It is wonderful. Geeze, it is no wonder that they love wearing this stuff, and letting a guy treat them the way that you treated me Jake. It just seems so natural and I love it." I raised my head up and kissed his lips to reinforce that I loved being in the role of the girl.

He leaned over and kissed me tenderly for a few long minutes.

"Do you think that you want to do other things that girls like to do to me too Debi?"

"Like what Jake?"

"Well, would you like to touch my cock?"

"Yeah…" I flushed with the intensity of my emotion as with my lips and tongue, I had just committed myself irrevocably to being his total girl for him. I'd never dreamed that I had the kind of courage in me that this was taking, but I knew now that I had all the courage I would need to be a girl for this gentle loving giant.

He rolled onto his back and I watched him as he opened his pants and pushed them down a few inches. He had a big lump that was throbbing in the front of his white jockey shorts. I found that I was mesmerized by it. He moved his arms to his sides and looked up at me. He was waiting for me to make the girl's moves now.

I went up on my right elbow and with my left hand I reached over and put my palm on the front of his underwear. He was so hot and he was rock hard. I felt a sense of flattery that I could make him so hard for me, as a girl.

I grasped him and I was rewarded as he moaned and he bucked up into my hand. I felt like I was privileged in a way. He trusted me with the most important thing in his life, and he only ever let girls touch him like this. I was impressed that I was able to have this kind of power over him. He was helpless.

"Oh please, Debi… Please…kiss it for me? Please honey?"

I smiled at him. I raised my hand, and slipped it down inside of his jockey shorts. For the first time in my life, I felt a man's hardness in my hand. I no longer considered my own to be a man's now. How could I consider myself to be a man now?

I turned my wrist sideways and I felt his hotness in my palm. It was very exciting to me. I was feeling what all the other girls got to feel when they were with Jacob.

I started to masturbate him. The satiny smooth skin seemed to slip over the hardness underneath the skin. I'd never imagined that a cock would feel like that, for a girl. I loved it. I loved knowing that he was so hard, because I was a girl.

He pushed his underwear down and for the first time, I saw my hand on a man's cock. It was a shock at first, but it looked right to me. I loved how my hand looked moving up and down on his cock like that. He was so strong and I felt his power in my hand.

"Please honey, kiss it?"

I felt like I was on an edge of a precipice and about to jump off. I knew that if I did this, I could never again look in the mirror and not see a sissy and a cocksucker looking back at me. My life would never ever be the same again if I did this.

I knew that I wanted to be a girl for him. Girls would not think twice about kissing his cock for him, would they? It was a totally normal and natural thing that most girls would be expected to do for their boyfriends. I had my chance to know what it felt like to be his girlfriend.

I leaned over, and I kissed his lips, all the while continuing to masturbate him. I felt totally like a girl. Then I moved my head down his tummy, till his cock was only an inch in front of my face. I smelled the hot musky scent of a man in heat and I loved how it smelt. He smelled like a man.

He was a man, and I was not.

I looked at the cock in my hand and I was like a moth mesmerized by a flame. It was so big and strong looking that it was scared me. I could never be like that. I was truly a girl compared to Jake. I also liked that feeling.

I moved my face forward till I felt his dry cock head brushing my lips. I had a strange sense of freedom and elation as the girl inside of me totally awakened for the first time. She was a girl and like most any other girl, she found that she was fascinated by her man's sexuality.

I kissed him and kissed him and kissed him. I kissed him all over his cock because I felt a need to honour him just because he was a man, and I was not. I kissed his cock because I wanted to please him. I kissed him because I wanted to take my proper place with him. I kissed him because I wanted him to know that I loved and admired him. I wanted him to know that he made me feel like a girl, and as a girl, I wanted to love him.

I kissed my way down his shaft and I could not stop myself from licking my way back up. I knew that I was going to become his cocksucker, and I wanted to feel it inside of my mouth. I wanted him to be pleased with his newest girlfriend.

When I got back to the head of his cock, I had an overpowering desire to have him inside of my body. I placed my lips on his cock head, and I felt them stretch as I lowered my head. I did it slowly because I wanted to remember every tiny little detail of how he felt as I accepted him inside of me.

I felt his hardness as it slowly moved across the sensitive inner lips of my mouth. I felt the bigness as he entered me and touched my tongue for the first time. I felt him fill my mouth fuller than I have ever felt my mouth before. I felt his cock head pressing out my cheeks from the inside.

When he was in far enough for me to start to gag, I stopped receiving him. I looked down at my hand wrapped around his cock, and his hairy balls just below my wrist. My mouth was stretched and was full. I stopped for a long moment just to relish the entire sensation of knowing that I was wearing girl's clothes and that my mouth was as full as it can get of my boyfriend's cock.

I moved my tongue as much as I could. I felt my reward by feeling him jerkin around under me. As I sucked his cock, he moaned about how wonderful I was making him feel. I locked my lips around him, and I slowly drew my head back.

As I did so, I was amazed to feel him actually get harder and bigger to stretch my lips and jaws to the limit.

"Ohhh… Debi… Gawd you are such a fuckin' good cocksucker honey… You are going to make me cum… Ahhh…"

He jerked himself, ramming himself into my mouth and for the first time in my life, I felt a man's ejaculate as it erupted into my mouth. I pulled my head back and masturbated him. I did not want to lose his cum, and I knew that I would lose it all if I did not make room for it, so I pulled my head back till just the head of his cock was inside of me, and I received his ejaculate, one eruption after another one.

I had a strange sense of freedom and peace deep inside of myself. I was completely aware of every second that passed of my being a total girl for my best friend Jacob Brownell. I love making him give me his cum as I knew that he only gave it to girls. I did not really taste it too much, but I loved knowing that I was receiving the reward that girls get from their men.

I continued to suck at his cock till I felt him soften in my mouth. As I withdrew my mouth, I licked at him in an attempt to clean him up a bit. I felt so utterly feminine as I took care of my man, like any loving girlfriend would do for her boyfriend.

I lay on my back as I waited for him to recuperate from his orgasm. It took a few moments. All he did was to lie there and sigh out his sense of satisfaction.

Finally, he went back up on his elbow. He leaned down and kissed my lips.

"Deborah, that was fabulous. You are fantastic. That is the best blowjob that any girl has ever given me. I loved it. I hope you did too, because I want you to want to suck my cock again for me sometime. You are fantastic."

I felt totally flattered.

I smiled up at him. "Jake, feeling like a girl and having you treat me like a girl is the most wonderful and amazing thing that has ever happened to me. If you make me feel like this again, I will do whatever any other girl does for you. You made me feel wonderful."

"Did I make you feel like a real girl Deborah?"

"Ohhh… Gawd yeah…" I smiled up at him and I am sure I looked dreamy.

"You are so pretty and so feminine as a girl, I could not keep my hands off of you. There is no way that I will ever again be able to think of you as a guy, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know."

"What about me?"

"Jake, there is no way that I will ever forget how you treated me today, and even if it sounds kind of gay, I think that I will always think of you as my boyfriend now."

"It is not gay. You are obviously far better suited to be a girl than a guy, and I like you. I don't mind if you think of me as your boyfriend, if I can think of you as my new girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I do not see a problem with that. If you treat all your girlfriends like you treated me, they must all be madly in love with you." I kissed him on his lips again.

"Are you saying that you are in love with me Miss Deborah?"

"Well, is that so strange? You have made me feel like no one has ever made me feel before. You make me feel like a pretty girl… no… like a pretty princess. It feels so nice too. I love how it feels. How could I not love the guy who makes me feel that way?"

"Consider yourself to be a girlfriend now, okay? Unfortunately, I can't do everything with you, like going to dances and stuff, unless we go where no one knows us, but as far as I am concerned, I am going to think of you as a pretty little chick from now on. Even if I see you in boy clothes, I will think of you the way you look today, and the way that you made me feel Debi."

 

This was the story of how I was first made to feel like I was being treated like a girl.

Miss Deborah Leigh Johnson

Deborah's "G"URL is: http://debijo.com

 

 

 

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