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Chapter One - All Alone
My twin sister Lori and I were always very close but, until our parents died, it was always just the usual brother and sister relationship. We'd grown up, living with our parents who owned and managed a small motel in the wine country of California, part of the picturesque Napa Valley. As we catered to tourists, the motel was full almost all year round.
When Lori and I reached our teens, our parents insisted we work at the motel to earn our allowance. We kept the six rooms neat and clean, changed the beds daily, and shared some of the landscaping maintenance as well. When we reached sixteen, we were allowed to learn the other end of the business; registering guests and dealing with our suppliers and employees on a limited basis. The most difficult part was learning to do the paper work necessary to keep the family business going. Lori became quite adept at that end of it. She had a natural talent for accounting and knew each and every form we had to fill out. As Mom and Dad had always hated that part of the business, they happily let her take over that responsibility.
Now, here we were at eighteen, sole owners of a successful enterprise. Our family, all of whom lived in San Francisco, had tried to convince us to sell the motel after our parents had passed away, but Lori was adamant that we stay where we were, and I felt the same way. As there were no outstanding loans on the business, we were able to run it with few problems and it was fairly easy for us to make a go of it.
Our house, which was next door to the motel, soon became too a burden for us to maintain, so Lori called a real estate agent and, after a few months, it was sold. After consulting with the bank our parents had used, Lori had the proceeds from the house sale put into CD's. The income from them alone would have been enough to support us in high style.
She and I moved into the largest unit which was attached to the motel office and right behind it. As was with all the units, it had a large living room, a small kitchen and a bathroom with a shower and Jacuzzi, but only one bedroom. Neither of us minded as we'd shared a room until just a few years prior to that.
Lori decided that I'd be in charge of the office from seven at night until one in the morning, when it closed. I'd check people in and answer questions they might have about the area. As almost everyone checked in by eight, my nights were mostly my own. She took the early shift, checking our guests out and doing the paper work. As this arrangement seemed to make sense to me and it gave me time alone, I readily agreed.
Each morning, she'd be up at six, ready to check out any guests who were moving on that day. In the afternoon, we'd both go and make sure the rooms had been properly made up and the garden and lawn looked nice, carefully checking each and every detail as we'd been taught by our parents. We'd have an early dinner together and then Lori would go to our room while I took over the office.
Most mornings, I'd sleep until an hour or so after she left, then make myself something to eat and hang out until after lunch. I was almost always bored, watching television or reading to help pass the time.
One day, lacking anything to read and discovering there was nothing I wanted to watch on television, I took a shower and then began to poke around the room looking for some clean clothes to put on. Doing our laundry was my job and one that I hated so, as usual, I discovered I didn't have clean underwear. Lori had left her clothes from the day before on a chair next to the bed. I picked up the panties she'd worn and found I liked the silky feel of them. They were a pale shade of pink with white lace trim around the top and leg opening. Without really thinking about it, I slipped them on. As Lori and I were almost exactly the same height and weight, they fit me perfectly. When the sheer, soft fabric touched my penis, it became immediately erect. To be safe, I locked the door, not wanting Lori to walk in and find me like that.
I walked over to the mirror to look at myself and then began to caress myself through the pink, silky panties as I admired how I looked. I very much liked what I saw, so I went back to the chair and found the matching bra there. I put it on as I'd seen Lori do many times, then decided to try on her garter belt, stockings and the matching pink full slip as well. WIth shaking hands, I managed to put on the delicate garments while being careful not to damage them. Again, I moved over to the mirror, this time enchanted with the image of the pretty girl I saw in it. The only things that didn't look right were my hair which, while it was as long as Lori's, was combed straight across my head, and I was flat chested. I took her brush and tired to make it more like hers, succeeding somewhat. Remembering that Lori had some foam rubber breast pads she'd insisted on buying when she was thirteen, I rummaged through her dresser until I found them in the bottom drawer. I slipped them into my bra and once again looked at myself in the mirror. I was amazed to see that I looked very much like Lori and was almost as pretty. I caressed my breasts through the delicate white lace trim of my slip, then raised it's hem to my waist so I could admire the feminine appearance of my panties, garter belt and stockings.
Knowing then that I couldn't stop until I had a total girl's appearance, I hurriedly put on the short red dress I had admired on my sister the day before. Luckily for me, it didn't have a zipper in the back but buttoned up the front. While I put the last button in its hole and tightened the wide, black belt around my waist, I stepped into her low heels. As I went back across the room, I was pleased to find how easily I was able to walk in her shoes. The feel of my skirt and slip sliding across my silk clad legs almost made me cum in my panties.
The reflection in the mirror was that of a lovely, sexy young woman! At that moment, I fell in love with myself, with the beautiful girl I saw smiling back at me. I watched as the vision of loveliness picked up a tube of lipstick and turned her sensuous lips a deep shade of red, then she sprayed her neck, wrists and knees with perfume. I moaned as she clipped gold, dangly earrings onto her ears, then put on her small, feminine watch and gold chain bracelet. My eyes locked on her lovely body as she moved to the bed, lay back on it and then began cupping her full breast with one hand while the other slowly moved up her perfect legs. I moaned with passion as her fingers found her stocking tops, then raised her skirt and slip to expose her gossamer panties. She pursed her luscious lips and blew me a kiss, then began to fondle herself though the silky fabric, her gold bracelet reflecting light all over the room as her hand moved up and down. I felt myself tighten as her fingers stroked her most intimate parts. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils, the gloss of her lipstick was like a kiss on my lips, the feel of her lovely lingerie covered my body like a lover. Unable to hold back a second longer, I felt my juices explode, my cock spurting into it's delicate pink lace enclosure, again and again until I was physically and emotionally drained.
Feeling quite guilty, I hurriedly changed out of her clothes and made sure her soiled panties went in with the laundry, then I took all the dirty clothes and washed them. All the time I was washing clothes, I thought about what had happened and wondered why I'd liked it so much. I couldn't make any sense of it but somehow I knew I'd never be the same again. When the laundry was done, I found another pair of Lori's panties and wore them under my pants for the rest of the day.
The following morning, I tried to avoid thinking about her clothes, but in less than an hour after I woke up, I was fully dressed in them again. It seemed to be an obsession with me, one I had neither the strength nor the will to resist. As I'd done the previous day, I played with myself until I couldn't get another erection, then changed back to my male clothes, feeling terribly guilty and ashamed.
I continued to try on her things almost every chance I had from that time on, eventually getting to know her wardrobe as well as she did. There were a few items of women's clothing I wanted to wear but Lori didn't own, so I went to a department store and bought them, telling the clerks I was buying a present for my sister. I hid my new purchases under my bed, not concerned that she might discover them as I was the one responsible for cleaning our room.
One evening, as Lori and I were eating dinner, she looked at me and said, "Jay, is there anything you want to tell me? I know you've been very moody lately."
"No," I told her, instantly wondering if she'd found my stash of clothing. Even if she only suspected what I was doing, I was feeling very guilty and too ashamed to admit it to her.
"I'm your sister," she said, looking at me. "There's nothing you have to hide from me. You're all I have in the world. Please don't shut me out of your life."
"I have nothing to say," I lied. "I'm not hiding anything. What makes you think I have something to tell you?"
"I know you do," she said. "Someone else has been wearing my clothes and it couldn't be anyone but you. No one else goes in our room but you and me."
My face turned a bright crimson and I began stammering, trying desperately to think of an explanation she might accept. "I don't know what you mean, Lori. Maybe it was one of the maids."
"No one but you and me has a key for our room, Jay," she responded. "It has to be you. Listen, don't be ashamed if that's what you like to do. I'm sure you didn't choose to like wearing women's clothing. I don't mind either. I love you too much to be judgmental."
I began to cry, knowing I had to admit my perversion to her. Denying it was useless. In between sobs, I managed to say, "Yes, it's me. I'm sorry, Lori. I won't do it again, I promise you." I was shaking and tears were streaming down my face.
She got up and hugged me and then held me close to her until I calmed down. "It's ok, Jay," she said softly. "Don't be ashamed."
I began to settle down a bit but I still couldn't look her in the eye. "Never again. I promise," I sobbed.
"Honey," she said soothingly, "don't make a promise you can't possibly keep now. When I realized what you were doing, I went to the library and read all about cross-dressers. Everything I could find out about it says they never quit wanting to wear women's clothes. And I know what you have under your bed, too. I lost one shoe the other day and found your things there when I was looking for it."
Again, I began crying. "I'm sorry, Lori," I whimpered. "I don't know why I'm so weird. It's like this thing I can't stop. I don't want to wear your stuff, but I can help it."
"That's exactly what I read at the library, Jay," she replied. "Now, dry those eyes and let's talk about this. I want to help you. You don't need to be the least bit ashamed. As far as I'm concerned, my clothes are our clothes now. If you still want to, you can wear them whenever you feel the need."
That made me feel a lot better. "Are you sure it's ok with you, Lori?"
"Of course I am," she responded with a encouraging hug, "but only if you let me wear some of your things as well. I just love that black dress you bought, girlfriend!" At that, she laughed and moved back from me. "Look at me, Jay. If this is what you like, then I'll support you one hundred percent. Share and share alike. Ok?"
I managed a sickly laugh at her joke, and hearing her call me girlfriend really made me feel good. "Sure," I told her, "anything I have you can wear."
Lori looked at me and then said, "Then it's all settled. You can dress up as either my brother or my sister. It's completely up to you. How about if you get up early with me tomorrow morning and let me see how you look as a girl? I'm really anxious to meet my new sister. Do you mind if I call you Jayne when you wear a dress?"
As happy as I was by her acceptance, Lori's asking to see me as a girl and suggesting she call me Jayne made me very nervous. "I don't know if I could do that," I told her. "You'd probably laugh at me."
"Jay! I'd never laugh at you," she insisted. "Please, let me see how you look. It's important to me because I don't want you to have to hide anything from me."
Knowing I couldn't refuse her anything, I reluctantly said, ‘Ok, I'll do it but I'm going to be a nervous wreck. Please don't laugh even if you think I look stupid."
"I just said I'd never laugh at you, Jay," Lori replied. "Trust me. This is best for both of us. You and I only have each other now, and that means loving and accepting the one another regardless of what might happen. Don't you know how important you are to me?"
"Yes, I do," I told her. "I feel the same way about you. You're so nice to me and I like the idea of being your sister now and then. The name Jayne sounds nice, too."
"I'm sure it will be fun as well," Lori added, smiling. "We'll have clothes to talk about and shop for now. I've always wanted a sister to do those things with and now I have one."
I left then and went off to the office to begin my nightly shift, leaving Lori in our room to relax after her long day. I was nervous but very elated all evening, thinking of the morning to come. Luckily for me, it was a slow night, giving me lots of time to think. After much planning, I decided to wear the outfit I'd had on the first time I'd worn her things. Remembering how nice I'd looked in that red dress made me more confident about Lori's reaction to me as a woman.
I feel asleep after an hour or so of tossing and turning, and it seemed only minutes later when I heard Lori say, "Wake up, Jayne. It's six o'clock! Don't be a sleepy head, sis."
I woke up instantly, remembering what the morning had in store for me. I tried to cover up my head with the blanket, but Lori pulled it off me. "Up, dear," she ordered me. "You have a lot to do this morning. Do you want me to pick out an outfit for you or do you have something in mind?"
"I guess I know what I want to wear," I mumbled as I got up. "Are you still sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, Jayne," she immediately returned. "Why don't you get shower first and then you can get dressed while I shower? I know you know where all my clothes are so you don't need my help, unless you want it, that is."
"No," I told her, "I think I'd be more comfortable doing it alone. This is tough enough for me without you standing there watching."
"OK, sis," she said, smiling at me and looking me over closely. "My razor is in the shower. It's the pink one on the edge of the tub. I think you ought to shave your legs when you shower. No need to ruin our hose."
I merely shook my head in agreement and then walked into the bathroom, but I was thrilled by her suggestion. I'd often wanted to shave my legs to make them look prettier in stockings, but I'd never had the nerve to do it before. I knew that it was something Lori would notice immediately. Other than my pubic area, it was the only hair on my body. Fortunately for me, I only had to shave my face about one a week.
It took me quite a while to get all the hair off my legs as the razor kept clogging up but I eventually managed to get them completely hairless with only a minor nick behind one knee.
When Lori heard me turn off the water, she called out, "There's dusting powder and perfume on the shelf over the sink, Jayne. Help yourself. I always love smelling pretty. Try some. I know you will, too."
Feeling somewhat more relaxed after my shower, I quickly dried off, then took her suggestion and patted myself with the perfumed powder and sprayed a bit of her perfume on my privates and neck. Wrapping myself in a towel, I opened the door and looked at Lori. "I'm done. Still sure you want to see me as a girl?" I asked, giving her one last chance to back out.
"I sure do, sis," she immediately replied. She looked me over once again, kissed me on the cheek and smiled approvingly. "Your legs look much nicer now and I love how you smell. Hurry up and get dressed. I'm really anxious to see the ‘new' you! I put some undies on the bed for you. I think they're your favorite because I know you're worn them a lot." With that, she went into the bathroom and closed the door.
I went to the bed and found the pretty pink panties with the white lace trim, along with the bra, slip and matching garter belt. Next to them were a pair of brand new sheer beige stockings. I smiled for the first time that morning when I discovered her foam rubber breast pads under the pink full slip. I was delighted that Lori had picked out the same lovely underwear for me that I'd already decided to wear.
Quickly, I dropped my towel and hooked the garter belt around my waist, impatient to put on my stockings over my freshly shaved legs. When I slipped into the first one, I was amazed at how silky it felt on my bare skin. I hurried into the other and hooked them to my garters. As I slid the delicate panties up my legs, I looked over in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised to see how sexy my legs looked. I tucked my male parts as far back as I could and then pulled the panties tightly over them. Even though I was very excited by all this, I didn't get an erection because I was too nervous about facing Lori as a woman. I attached the bra in front of me and then twisted it around until the cups were in the front. I put my arms through the straps, adjusted them on my shoulders and then filled the bra out with the foam pads. When I let the lacy slip drift down over my body, I shivered with delight at the caress of the silky fabric.
I went to her closet and took out the short red dress and matching heels, putting both on quickly, then finding earrings and a bracelet to compliment them. Just as I was about to begin blow drying my hair, Lori came out of the bathroom wearing a towel around her head and another covering her body.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "you look great, Jayne! So pretty! I love that dress on you. It's just what I'd have picked out for you too. It really shows off your legs." I blushed but was overjoyed to hear her tell me I looked lovely.
"How about letting me do your hair and makeup for you?" she asked. "I'll teach you how so you can do it yourself eventually. I think you should look your prettiest today."
Knowing I'd do a poor job compared to what Lori was capable of, I readily agreed. She turned her back to me, dropped her towel and then put on a robe. The sight of her perfect bottom almost made me drool, but I managed to maintain my cool somehow. She turned back to me and noticed the look on my face as she tied her robe at her waist. "Don't get upset, sis," she said. "It's no big deal for one girl to see another naked, and you sure do look like a girl now. Go sit at the chair in front of the mirror and hand me the blow dryer."
I did as she asked, crossing my legs after I sat down, tingling at the feel of my sheer stockings rubbing against one another. How sexy my legs looked peeking out from under my slip and dress! I sat very still as Lori styled my hair exactly like hers and, when she was done, I closed my eyes while she held it in place with hair spray. When she finished putting my makeup, I turned back to the mirror and was instantly captivated by the beautiful young woman staring back at me! It was Lori gazing at me, but I knew it wasn't really. It was me and I was her identical twin sister!
She put her face next to mine and then exclaimed, "This is amazing, Jayne! I can't tell which one of us is which! This is totally incredible!"
"I can't believe this," I shrieked. "I don't know how you did it, Lori, but I love it! I'm just as pretty as you are! Oh, thank you, thank you!"
"Even your voice sounds like mine, Jayne," she said. "No one could tell us apart! Well, not unless we were naked, that is," she added, smiling. We stared at our reflections for a few more minutes, then Lori took me by the hand and inspected me. "You look like just as much of a woman as I do, sis. Your breasts, your legs, even your hips and bottom are duplicates of mine. You're absolutely feminine! It's like someone ran me through a copying machine! Wow!"
I knew she was right and I was so delighted! It was just what I'd yearned for since my first day in her clothes! I was completely unable to stop looking at my lovely reflection in the mirror. I was transfixed! At that point, I felt my mind slip into another dimension. I didn't just look like Jayne, a beautiful woman any man would want. I had become her! And I knew Lori sensed it as well. She looked at me and her mouth dropped open.
"Oh, my god!" she cried out, as she covered her face with her hands. "What have we done? I just lost my only brother! I know you'll never be happy as Jay again!"
I was dumbfounded, completely overwhelmed, totally astonished, but then an eerie sense of calm swept over me. I looked at Lori, telling her, "Yes, you did. I can feel that, too, but somehow I know it's going to be all right. This is what I was meant to be. Don't ask me how I know that. I just do. For the first time in my life, my mind seems to be in tune with the rest of me." I moved next to her and held her close.
"Oh, I hope so, Jayne," she sighed. "I'll love you either way but I can feel your inner peace now, too. I'm so happy for you but I'm also scared."
"I think we're both scared, Lori," I answered, "but I'm also feeling extremely happy."
Around nine o'clock, we finally managed to begin preparing our breakfast. As we sat there, picking at our food, Lori looked at me once more and said, "Now we have to decide how to deal with the new you, Jayne, but we don't have to rush into anything or make any final decisions just yet. I'm assuming you want to continue being a woman, right?"
"Yes," I said, "but it's not really a question of what I want. It's more like what I feel I have to be. I can't imagine going back to being Jay ever again."
She seemed somewhat surprised by that, paused for a minute to think, and then asked, "Are you sure you feel that strongly about it? It's ok with me if you just want to be Jayne once in a while."
"I'm very sure, Lori," I replied. "There's not the least bit of doubt in my mind. What you see in front of you is the person I was truly meant to be. I'll never be happy any other way."
"Then the first part of the question is settled," she told me, smiling. "You'll be a woman from now on, my new sister. All we have to figure out is what to tell the maids who work here every day."
"That's easy," I immediately replied. "I don't see them very much to begin as they're almost always done before I begin work, but, because I look so much like you, whenever I happen to see one, I'm sure they'll think it's you."
"I never thought of that," Lori said. "That's exactly who they'll think you are if they see you now. So are you planning to work your shift as Jayne then?"
"I don't think I'd be able to use that name as many of our customers know both you and me," I told her. "It might be best if I posed as you on my shift. That way, no one will ask any questions."
Lori chuckled and seemed to relax for the first time that morning. "That makes a lot of sense to me, Jayne. This way, if either one of us is sick, the other can cover both jobs. That's going to mean that you have to learn what I do here, though. Is that ok with you?"
"In fact, I'd like that," I said. "I've always kind of envied what you do anyway. My job is too boring."
Lori got up from the table and began clearing the dishes. "Then we should begin right away, sis," she said as she wiped off the counter. "Until you know how to do everything I do, I want you to work with me every morning. It will mean long days for you. Are you willing to do that?"
"As long as I can do it as a woman," I replied, "then I'm more than ready for it."
"The other thing we have to be concerned about is not letting the staff see us together," Lori added. "They know I have a twin but not an identical one."
Lori got her purse and then found another one for me. "Here, you'll need this, sis. A woman can't go anywhere without her bag." She found a spare wallet for me and a few other feminine necessities to fill my purse; makeup, tissues, a brush and some money to put in the wallet. As I put them in my purse, she said, "In the evenings when things slow down, I'll teach you more about how to do your makeup and hair. Also how to coordinate outfits. That's a real art every woman has to learn, Jayne."
Although the following weeks meant long hours for me, I joyful did every task, happy that I was finally my true self. Each morning when we got up, I showered and then picked out some lovely, lacy lingerie to wear that day. Doing my makeup and hair was more play than work to me and, when it came time for me to select a dress or a skirt and a top, I lingered over my choices, wanting to look my prettiest every day. I took to walking in low heels almost immediately thanks to the practice I'd had for months in our room while Lori was working in the office.
With each passing day, we became closer and closer, sharing almost every hour and, in time, even our most private thoughts.
Chapter Two - Shop Till You Drop
About two months after my metamorphosis, I discovered that I was getting tired of wearing the same outfits every day. I mentioned it to Lori one evening over dinner. "We need some new clothes, sis," I said. "With both of us wearing your clothes all the time, we simply don't have enough choices."
"I know it," Lori replied. "I was thinking that same thing just this morning, and guess what? Tomorrow we don't have any guest reservations. I think this is the first time in about four months that we'll get a day off. Why don't we both go into town and see what we can find, Jayne?"
"That sounds like fun to me," I quickly replied, "but do you think it would be safe for me? I do all right here as a woman, but I'm not sure how well I'd be accepted in town."
"Honey," Lori said, "why wouldn't people accept you? You look so completely like me, so totally female that it would be impossible for anyone to know that you used to be male. Has any guest here ever doubted you at all? I've even heard a few of the men making passes at you. It's not likely that they'd flirt with you if they thought you weren't all woman." I shook my head, knowing she was right. "Has any of the staff or the delivery people wondered about you?" she went on. "They sure haven't! Not from what I've seen. So stop being such a silly goose."
"Ok, ok, I get your point," I finally admitted. "It's just that I get nervous thinking about what people might say if I was ever discovered."
"That won't happen if you keep your skirt down and your panties up, Jayne," she giggled, "and so far you've managed to do that, even when some men had other ideas." Then Lori seemed to get serious again. "You know, I've been meaning to ask you how you feel about that. Are you flattered when men pay attention to you or do you get angry?"
I thought about her question for a minute, not about how I felt as I knew I loved men thinking I was pretty, but about how Lori might react to hearing that. In the end, I knew I couldn't lie to her, so I said, "At first, it confused me because I've always been attracted to women, but now I feel so much like a woman that having a man hit on me or ask me out seems very natural and quite flattering. One or twice when someone asked me for a date, I seriously considered saying yes, but then realized I couldn't."
"And why not?" she asked. "You have as much right to have fun as I do. If you really want to live the rest of your life as my sister, then you're going to have to loosen up some time and begin to enjoy yourself. Being out with a man is so nice, Jayne. I know you'll like it as much as I do if you just give it a chance."
I looked at her and wished I could read her mind. "You mean you wouldn't think I was weird if I dated a man, Lori? You seem to be a lot more comfortable with that idea than I am."
Lori took my hand and looked me in the eye. "Jayne, you're a woman now. Most women date men. Men think you're beautiful and ask you out. I know more than a few women who would love to have a man in their lives but can't find one, so consider yourself lucky, sis. Don't be afraid of life and miss your chance for happiness."
Time for the whole truth, I knew then, so I said to her, "The idea of being with a man certainly excites me and I've often fantasied about making love to some hunky guy, but I just lack the nerve to do anything about it, even when a nice looking guy is more than willing to date me. Also, I wasn't sure if you'd approve of me seeing a man."
"Of course I would!" she instantly replied. "I'd never stand in your way, Jayne. Did I object to you wearing my lingerie and dresses? Did I get angry when you wanted to live all the time as a woman? I love you, sis. If being with a man is what you want, then it's what I want for you, too."
I moved closer to her and hugged her, my eyes brimming with tears. "You're so good to me, Lori and I love you. Maybe some day I'll get up the nerve to say yes when a guy asks me out."
The next morning we were both excited about our impending shopping trip. I took more time than usual choosing my lingerie and outfit. With some assistance from Lori, I finally decided on my favorite matching lingerie set; lacy pink panties, a bra and full slip with a wispy garter belt and sheer hose. That particular set always made me feel so pretty and feminine.
As I sat on the edge of the bed and attached my silky stockings to my garters, Lori walked over to me, wearing just a black bra and panties, and handed me a small pink plastic package. "I think it might be a good idea if you wore this today, sis," she said. Realizing I had no idea what it was, she informed me, "It's a sanitary napkin. It has adhesive strip on the bottom of it which adheres to your panties. Open it up and take a look at it."
Trying to conceal how thrilled I was about wearing something that was so intimate to women, I broke the seal with one of my long, painted fingernails and took it out of it's pink wrapper. As I held it and looked it over, I could feel my excitement build inside my panties. My carefully tucked back penis stirred, then moved up and, in an instant, was hard. I had no idea of why she was suggesting I wear it, but I was completely aroused by the thought of it having it snug against my private parts. I tried to put my hands over my slip where my erection was pushing it up but the pressure of them only made things worse. My face turned red and I was just about to run into the bathroom when Lori took the pad from me.
As she peeled off the paper backing, she said to me, "You're going to be in dressing rooms today trying on lots of outfits. Someone just might see you in your panties. Wearing this will hide any sign of your ‘difference' there, sis. Clerks have a habit of waking into a dressing room at the most inopportune times. Stand up and lower your panties to your knees so I can show you how to put the pad in them."
Knowing it was a good idea and necessary, I had little choice but to do as she had asked. She knelt down in front of me holding the sanitary napkin in her hand. As I stood up and looked down, my face became even redder. I knew then that Lori was aware of my condition as she was staring right at the swelling in my pink slip just below my waist.
"Looks like this idea really appeals to you, Jayne," she said as she moved her hand to the bulge and smiled up at me. The heat from her hand through the layers of silky fabric was almost more than I could stand. "Pull up your slip, Jayne," she said in an unusually husky voice. When I was unable to respond because I was too embarrassed, Lori insisted, "Do it now. Pull it up to your waist."
My hands moved to the sides of my slip but I was still unable to raise it up. I stared down in fascination as Lori put the sanitary pad down and then took hold of the lacy hem of my slip and lifted it up over the tops of my stockings, then high enough so that my panties and my shame inside them were fully in her view. Holding my slip up with one hand, she reached inside the leg opening of my panties with her other hand and then eased my erection out that same opening.
"Oh, it's so pretty, Jayne," she cooed as she moved her face closer to it, "and I love the smell of your perfume on it too. I wish my clittie was as pretty as yours." She began to caress me with her delicate fingers and I felt myself building towards an orgasm as her fingers wrapped around me. "It would never do to let you go shopping like this," she said. "You might leave stains on some lovely dress or on that beautiful pink lingerie you're wearing now."
As I began to moan, Lori picked up the napkin once again and encased the head of my organ in it. The tempo of her hand moving back and forth on it increased as she inflamed me even more by saying, "You're such a pretty girl, Jayne, and sometimes pretty girls need to have a sanitary napkin in their panties. I bet you're about to get your period." She pressed her cheek against me just below my panties at the top of my stocking. "You're such a sexy girl and you feel so silky in these sheer stockings. I just know some man is going to love seeing you like this."
No longer able to withstand her loving attention and tantalizing words, I began to gush stream after stream of cum into the pink sanitary pad. "That's a good girl, sis," Lori said.
I collapsed back on the bed and once I'd recovered, I finished dressing after Lori got me a fresh napkin and showed me how it wear it. I was very pleased with the way it hid me and felt much surer of being able to try on clothes without fear of detection. I wore a straight black skirt and a gold cotton top, as Lori had instructed me that separates are easier to manage when trying on lots of clothes. Of course, we wore heels as well and made sure our makeup and hair was flawless before leaving. Once in the car, I began looking forward to our trip. Lori drove as I didn't have a driver's license in my new name. I sat there next to her, frequently adjusting my short skirt and slip, crossing my legs and thoroughly enjoyed how they looked in my sheer hose and black pumps.
Our shopping trip went well and I loved being in town as a woman. Naturally, Lori and I attracted many appreciative looks from men. As we were both eighteen, pretty and slender plus appeared to be identical twins, men seemed enthralled with us. We basked in the warmth of their lusty stares, smiled at the wolf whistles but didn't let any of them do more than talk to us. That wonderful day, shopping was our goal, not men.
And shop we did! Being blessed with plenty of money, we bought nearly everything that appealed to us, and sometimes two of the same outfits as Lori thought it would be cute if we dressed as twins occasionally. I spent hours picking out lovely lingerie sets in every conceivable color and always with an abundance of delicate, lacy trimmings as I have always adored being very feminine. The last stop we made was to have my ears pierced, something I'd wanted to have done for weeks. By the time we were finished, the trunk and back seat of Lori's Camaro were both brimming over with bags and boxes.
On the way home, Lori easily convinced me to stop and have dinner with her at a beautiful restaurant overlooking the ocean. By that time, I had not the slightest doubt that I was completely accepted as a woman by anyone who saw me and I was totally in love with my new identity. The feel of the lovely clothing caressing my silk sheathed body and the sound of my heels clicking as we walked along sent thrills through me. My perfume acted like an aphrodisiac and, more than once during that day, I was thankful to have the sanitary napkin in my panties to conceal my rigid, tingling clittie.
We talked over dinner, discussing our day and how I'd felt about being the new me. After covering most of it, I turned to Lori and said, "I loved every minute of our day, sis. Knowing no one will treat me any differently than you has made me feel so good about myself. You're really terrific for helping me become a woman. I'm far happier now than I ever was before. It's like I've been able to start my life over again, given a second chance to become the real me."
Lori smiled at me then took my hand. "I can tell you love being Jayne, sis. I'm not sure why you feel like you do or why either of us prefers you this way, but I guess it's not always important to know the whys behind things. You're happy to be a woman and I'm lucky to have the sister I've always wanted. Things are even easier for both of us at work now and we'll save money not having to buy and maintain two separate wardrobes. I can't see any down side to this, can you?"
"Not a single one," I happy declared. I squeezed her hand and smiled at her. "The only thing that I still worry about is dating. I can finally admit to myself what I've felt for a long time. I'm attracted to both men and women. Is that wrong?"
"If it is," she replied, a sly smile appearing on her face, "then we're both wrong. One thing I've never told you is that I've had a few affairs with girl friends of mine. Looks like we're both bisexual, sis. Just one more thing we almost identical twins share."
"I had no idea," I truthfully told her. "Not that I mind. In fact, it will make things less complicated. That also might account for why you accepted me as your sister so easily."
"It probably did have something to do with it," she agreed. "I think maybe it also has to do with the fact that you were never all that cute as a guy, but you make a beautiful woman, Jayne."
When we got home that night, we were both exhausted. We both put on new nighties that we'd bought that afternoon and were asleep in minutes.
Chapter Three - Let the Games Begin
Our life slipped back into it's daily routine as we took care of business and relaxed with each other almost every afternoon. One day, maybe about six weeks after our trip into town, I was sitting in the office behind the motel desk and Lori was in front talking to what sounded one of our regular customers, a guy that I knew she had dated from time to time. I looked through the one way glass and saw that I was right. His name was Jim, a salesman who represented a drug company and he called on the local doctors and hospitals. I'd always liked his looks but this was the first time I was ever even close to him. He was around twenty-seven, I guessed, just over six feet tall with reddish blonde hair and a runner's body. I watched as he smiled at Lori and she flirted with him. Reaching for the door, I opened it just a crack so I could overhear them.
"I can't have dinner with you tonight, Jim," she said. "I'd love to but my brother and I use that time to go over our bookings and plans for the next day's business and this is our busiest season." That's strange, I thought. We'd just finished going over all that and were all set for the following day.
"Then how about drinks later in my room?" he asked. "I seem to recall we had a great time there on my last trip."
"I think I can manage that," Lori responded, then blushed a bit. "We sure did have fun. That was the night we both admitted to being bi, right? You told me about the man you'd been with the night before and I got all steamed up when you described exactly what had happened with him."
Now it was Jim's turn to redden. "One and the same night. I've never seen you as excited. Seems like we went at it for hours." Lucky girl, I thought enviously.
"I'll be there around ten," Lori informed him, "and I'm going to have a surprise for you that I know you're going to love."
"Tell me now," Jim pleaded. "I can't wait that long to find out."
"Not a chance," she told him, smiling impishly. "Waiting will only make you appreciate it more. See you at ten. How about getting a bottle of champagne and putting it on ice?"
"Will do, doll," he said as he bent over the counter to kiss her and then walked out of the office.
I opened the door then and smiled at Lori. "Big plans for tonight, I hear."
"Maybe," she said as she watched Jim walk to his car, checking out his cute buns.
"Don't give me that, sis," I chided her. "I heard you say you'd meet him at ten in his room. What's this big surprise you're planning?"
"I'm not going to meet him and I don't have any surprise for him," she replied.
"What's going on, Lori?" She seemed to be acting very strangely. "I heard what you told him. It's not like you to make a date and then stand him up. I know you never intentionally irritate such a good customer."
"Jim won't be irritated or stood up, Jayne," she grinned. "You're going to his room at ten, not me, and I'm sure you can guess now what his surprise will be."
"But, Lori," I stammered, "He's expecting you. I can't take your place."
"You know you can, Jayne," she said firmly as she sat down at her desk, "and you will. He won't have any idea of what's happening until it's too late and, by that time, he'll be so hot for you that he'll probably tear your panties off."
"He might get mad. Please forget this," I pleaded. "I don't even know how to act around a man." Although I loved fantasizing about men, I'd never actually been with one. The thought of Jim tearing off my panties and making wild, passionate love to me immediately aroused me and I felt my clittie begin to bloom in my panties. I moved closer to Lori, hoping she might relent.
But instead, she slid one hand up the inside of my thigh, under my short skirt and slip then felt me through my silky panties. "You can't fool me now, Jayne. You're hard just thinking about being with Jim, and I know him well enough to be sure he'll love your surprise for him. Think I ought to tie a pink bow around it?" she teased.
I sighed and knew I had no choice. "I admit the idea of being with him is very exciting," I said softly as she traced the outline of my erection through the sheer pink fabric. "I've wanted to make love to a man for a long time, but I don't have a clue about how to please him."
"You'll learn quickly, sis, just like every other girl does. Plus, you have the advantage of knowing what a man likes. Just do the things to him that you like done to you, then let nature and Jim take their course. What you don't know, he'll teach you. He's a wonderful lover. Now I'd better stop touching you. Save all that passion for tonight, ok?"
"Ok," I said, somewhat disappointed as she removed her hand. "Will you help me pick out what to wear?"
"I've already thought about that, hon. Jim goes wild over black lace undies, so we'll find the prettiest set we own. Wear the new black knit dress. You know the one I mean. It's short, has a black lace border around the hem and hugs your figure perfectly. Find some sheer, silky black stockings and those black pumps with the four-inch heels."
"Sounds wonderful," I admitted, picturing myself in that outfit in Jim's arms.
"Just to be sure everything is perfect," Lori told me, "I'll do you hair and makeup and pick out your jewelry as well."
An hour later, I was in our room, showering and shaving every stray hair off my almost naturally hairless body. After shampooing my hair three times and then conditioning it, I got out of the shower. I liberally patted my body with scented dusting powder and the sprayed my breasts, clittie and neck with an expensive perfume I'd just fallen in love with. I wrapped a pink fluffy towel around my damp hair and another around my body, just as I'd seen Lori do many times. The lingerie I'd selected included black bikini panties that were almost all lace except for a silky panel in the front, a bra that had push up pads in the lower half of it's lace cups and gave me the appearance of having small breasts, a garter belt and full slip with the most beautiful and intricate lace covering about six inches of the bottom. I quickly put it on everything except my slip, making sure my garter belt was under my panties so they could be taken off without my having to remove my hose. My stockings were seamless and almost floated up my freshly shaved legs. Before putting on my slip, I went over to the mirror checked myself from every angle, admiring the lovely young woman wearing sexy undies the mirror as I slowly turned around. I loved what I saw and I hoped Jim would too.
I'd just put on my slip when Lori opened the door. "Oh, you look so hot, Jayne!" she exclaimed. "Jim won't stand a chance tonight, girlfriend! Now, we have to hurry as it's already nine-thirty and I had to close the office early to come here."
She quickly did my makeup, adding more around my eyes than usual, making them look dramatic and alluring. My hair she blew dry and then added a lot of curls to it with a curling iron. She helped me into my dress and then adjusted my slip so that it didn't show. She handed me dangly silver earrings that were covered with rhinestones and a matching bracelet. As I'd done my nails before showering, all I had left to do was slip into my heels.
"You look lovely, Jayne," she reassured me. "How do you feel?"
"Very nervous but also very excited," I replied. "I really hope this works out well. It's like I've been waiting for this day for years and, now that it's finally going to happen, I might be too nervous to enjoy it."
Lori began to giggle. "That's exactly how I felt the day I lost my virginity, Jayne. Come to think of it, you're going to lose yours tonight, so to speak. I'm positive you're going to enjoy it as much as I did. The nervousness will disappear with the first kiss, so just relax."
"Oh, my god, Lori!" I shouted. "I forgot to put on a sanitary napkin!"
As I ran to the closet, she grabbed my arm and said, "Not tonight, sis. No need to hide your clittie. The whole point of this affair is for Jim to find it. It's his surprise, remember?"
I blushed and then hugged Lori tightly. "I'm so nervous but I really want him. I want to feel him inside me so badly."
"Just let him take the lead, hon," she advised me. "He's had bisexual relationships before. I'm sure he'll be kind to you if he knows it's your first time. Don't be afraid to admit that to him."
"Ok, I'll tell him, but only after he finds out about me for himself. I don't want to admit to him I'm not all woman. I don't even like to concede that to myself, Lori."
"Wait until he's worked up a bit, sis," she said. "Get him hard and maybe suck him first. A man in that condition will agree to just about anything. Trust me, I know. Isn't that how I got you to agree to this date?" Lori laughed as she held my face between her hands and looked in my eyes.
"Yes," I giggled, "it sure worked on me. I guess that's what I'll do then."
"One last piece of advice, Jayne. Be careful not to scratch him with your teeth when you have his ‘sensitive' part in your mouth. Men hate that."
I laughed again, imagining how that might quickly end our evening.
"Make love to him like he's never felt before," she told me, "and be sure you have fun, too. Time to go now, sis. It's almost ten." She hugged me again as she handed me a small black bag, then opened the door for me.
"I put three candles in your purse, Jayne," Lori said as I stood ready to go. "When you get there, put them in the ashtrays in the room and then light them. Jim and I always do that before we make love. He might wonder about it if you don't." Knowing it was best to make things as close to the way they'd been the other times Jim and Lori had been together, I quickly agreed.
As I waked over to Jim's room, I felt my nervousness disappear. After all, the worst that could happen is that he'd ask me to leave. Lori seemed to think he wouldn't and I felt that way too. I knocked on his door, remembering to say it was Lori, not Jayne when he asked who it was.
He immediately opened the door with a huge smile on his face, "HI, beautiful," he said, as he took my hand and led me inside. How I loved hearing him call me that! All he was wearing was a black silk robe tied at the waist.
"I love that dress on you. It just shouts sexy." He leaned over and kissed me then, taking me into his arms as he closed the door. I could feel my body respond to his as he pressed into me. "Sorry I'm not dressed yet, but I just got out of the shower. How about some champagne?"
"I'd like that, Jim," I quietly replied, still a bit stunned by his kiss. I found the ashtrays, lit the candles in them, then sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs, waiting for my drink. I put my purse on the night stand as I smoothed my skirt down. I was about to say I'd never been a guest in a room until I realized that Lori had visited him there more than once.
He came over and handed me a glass of champagne, smiling as he noticed the candlelight. I sipped it then looked over at him. "Delicious," I said, meaning him but letting him think I was referring to the wine.
We clicked our glasses together and smiled. "Here's to tonight," he said, kissing me tenderly, "and to your surprise. What is it? I can't wait to find out."
"Patience, sir," I teasingly replied. "You'll find out soon enough. I really hope you'll like it."
"I'm sure I will," Jim said, then slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. When I finished my wine, he put both glasses on the bedside table. "Let's save the rest for later, Lori."
Boldly, I turned my face to him and kissed him, then willingly opened my mouth when his tongue touched my lips. My hands began exploring his back, skimming over his taut muscles and I felt so safe and feminine in his arms. His hand moved to my bottom and I felt him knead my flesh through my slip and panties. Knowing he might soon be wanting to feel my breasts, I pressed them hard against his chest, leaving no room for his hands. His hand began to slide up my silky legs and, much to my regret, I held them tightly together when he went under my skirt and reached my panties.
I realized then I had to take control of the situation or he'd discover my surprise for him too early. I moved one hand to the tie on his robe, then slowly pulled it open. His robe slid back to reveal at least seven inches of erect manhood. I tingled with passion as my fingers touched him for the first time. It felt so right, so natural for me to have a man's hard cock in my hand. He moaned as I gently drew one red fingernail over the sensitive spot under it's head then cupped his swollen balls in the palm of my soft hand. By that time, he had my skirt and slip up around my waist and his hand was inside the back of my sheer panties caressing my bottom.
I drew my face back from his, letting our lips part. I looked down at my hand wrapped around his manhood and knew I had to taste him. Slowly, I kissed my way down his neck, stopped briefly to suck and lick each nipple, then followed the trail of soft hair down his stomach until my cheek brushed against his erection. I slid off the bed and knelt between his legs. With the tip of my tongue I moistened his glans and then blew warm air over it.
"Oh, Lori," he moaned, "that feels so good!" He entwined his fingers in my long, blonde curls, encouraging me to take him in my mouth. "Suck me, baby, please? You know how excited I get when you put my cock in your sexy mouth. I've never met a man or a woman who's as good as you are."
I was relieved to hear him mention being with another man. To show him how much, I pressed my red lips to his tip and then flicked my tongue over the small opening in it. I trembled when I tasted his pre-cum. Moving back slightly, I said, "You're delicious, Jim. I love sucking your cock but I bet you're just as good at it as I am." I prayed I was right and that he'd soon show me.
"Maybe so," he conceded, smiling at me as he reached down and unzipped my dress. I shrugged it off my shoulders and let it slither down around my knees. He stared down at me and smiled. "Black lace. Scrumptious. You really know how to turn me on, Lori. Take off your slip for me please."
Knowing my breasts would look too small, I leaned forward to conceal them and then, after turning off the nearby lamp, I let my slip join my dress, quickly taking his hard shaft into my mouth. At first, I was a bit tentative, not really sure of what to do, but after a few seconds I was sliding my red lips down his smooth shaft, letting my instincts take over. It just seemed so natural for me to being doing that, so feminine, so sensual. I pressed my tongue against the underside and again cupped his bloated spheres in my small hand.
I knew I was doing something right when I heard Jim moan, "Oh, Lori, that's wonderful. Take it all in, baby."
And that's just what I tried to do. I'd never told anyone but, for weeks, I'd been practicing my cock sucking, at first using a wiener and then a banana as I got better at it. I'd read in a porno magazine about deep throating, avidly studying every word about how to repress my gag urge. After a few days, I'd become quite good at it, able to take almost all of the surrogate banana penis. Having the real thing to suck then only made me more anxious to fulfill Jim's wish to take all of him in me. Very slowly I moved lower and lower on him until I felt my lips pressed to his pubic hair. At that point, I almost had an orgasm, knowing I was driving him wild.
"Yes, god, yes!" he cried out. "I love it. More, baby. More!"
I slid up and down his shaft, then realizing that he was very close to cumming, I reluctantly pulled back. I didn't want to risk him peaking and then not being hot enough to want to continue after he found out about my secret. I kissed his tip again, really very unwilling to stop sucking him, but I knew it was necessary. I could tell he was disappointed when I looked up at his face. Studying each inch of his wonderful male body in the candlelight, I kissed my way back up his body, then opened my mouth as our lips met again. His tongue probed my mouth as he held me close to his hard body. When I felt his hands begin to lower my panties, I pulled my hips away from him, stopping him for the moment. I really did want him to discover my secret, and I needed to feel his hands and lips on his surprise, so I decided then to go for it.
"Oh, Jim," I moaned, "I want you so badly! I can't wait any longer. Touch me between my legs and you'll find your surprise, but please don't be mad if you don't like it."
I was so nervous as his hand moved down my body and, when he first touched me, I felt him stiffen. "Lori, is that a dildo in your panties?" he asked. "It almost feels too real to be one."
Knowing the time had come to reveal myself completely, I stood up in front of him, dressed only in my panties, bra, garter belt and stockings, my clit making a tent out of my panties. "No, Jim," I managed to say, "it's real and I'm not Lori. I'm her brother Jay, but I much prefer to be called Jayne. Please don't be angry. This was all Lori's idea. Not that I didn't want to do it, though. I did."
"Wow," he gasped, "it's almost too good to be true. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd never believe it! You look exactly like Lori!" A second later, he laughed and said, "Well, not exactly, now that I come to think of it. There is that one outstanding difference. You really are a beautiful woman, Jayne. And don't worry. I'm not the least bit mad. In fact, I love your surprise."
Much to my delight, Jim then reached out and caressed my clittie through my silky undies while smiling up at me. "Lori told me you'd like it, but I still wasn't sure if you might be angry at being deceived this way." I leaned closer to him, tingling as he lowered my panties and then engulfed my distended clit with his warm hand.
"I'm not at all angry, Jayne," he immediately replied. "I'm quite turned on by your wonderful surprise. You're the best of both worlds, lady. A beautiful woman with a cock. I just have to kiss it to show you how much I appreciate it." He bent forward, kissed my tip and then encircled it with his lips as his hands moved up and down the insides of my legs, exploring my silky stockings and perfumed flesh. As his tongue flicked at my tip, he eased my panties off me.
"Oh, Jim," I sighed, "that feels so good! But it's not a cock. Please call it my clittie. I want to be as much of a woman for you as I possibly can be. I've been dressing and living as a woman for months now and I'll never going back to my old self." My fingers slid into his hair and I pressed my hips forward, eager to have all of my sex inside him.
He stopped licking me for a minute, responding to my request by saying, "Your clittie is delicious, lady. I'm going to suck it just like you sucked my cock. Just looking at you in that sexy garter belt and those sheer stockings makes me so excited!" He kept licking and kissing me there, one of his hands still exploring between my legs while his other hand moved up to my breasts. His mouth opened farther then and I felt him take me into it.
"Oh, Jim, I love that," I moaned. I began to pump in and out of his tight, wet mouth, getting closer and closer to an orgasm with each plunge. "Don't stop! I'm so close. Can I cum in your mouth?"
Naturally, he didn't stop to answer my question, but when he didn't pull back and I felt his finger enter my tingling bottom, I knew the answer was yes. Moments later, I released all my pent up juices, filling his mouth just as his finger was filling my pussy. He didn't stop sucking me until well after my last spasm. Drained and dizzy, I collapsed on the bed next to him. He took me in his arms, pressed his body to mine, then held me and kissed me tenderly. I held him tight, wanting the moment to never end.
Jim's mouth moved to my neck and I reached down to feel his hard shaft pressed into my stomach. As he nibbled and sucked my neck and ear lobe, I caressed the velvety underside of it, hungering to taste it once again. But I had to release it as he kissed his way down to my breasts.
As he sucked on my nipples, he said, "When I'm done, I'm going to fuck you, Jayne. A lovely woman like you needs to have a man cum in her sweet pussy. I'm going to make you feel just like Lori does when I fuck her. Spread your legs for me now, sexy lady." He rolled me onto my back and moved between my parted thighs. "Have you ever had a man in you, Jayne?"
"No," I said. "I've never been with anyone before. I want you inside me though. I want to please you like a woman would." And it was true. I felt so feminine, lying there with him between my stocking covered legs, my soft curls rubbing against my cheeks, the scent of my perfume filling my nostrils. At that moment, I would have traded my soul to the devil to have been a complete woman. I wanted breasts and a vagina. I yearned to feel Jim part my labia with his erect penis, have him plunge all the way into me, experience the womanly joy of a man's cum filling her most private cavity.
"You are a woman to me, Jayne, a very special woman," he said and then kissed me deeply. "It may hurt a little bit at first, so try and relax your opening. I promise to be gentle, Jayne, but I am going to fuck you. I'm too hot to stop now. Lift up your bottom, little lady. I'm going to put a pillow under you."
I did as he asked and then watched as Jim reached into the drawer beside the bed and took out a tube of KY jelly. He squeezed some onto his hand and then coated his erection and the inside of my pussy with it. He positioned the tip of his cock at my opening then pressed gently against it. I spread my legs even farther apart, anxious to feel him in me.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Jayne," he said as pressed again. I gasped as he slowly slid into me but I didn't back away. "My cock is going to be buried deep inside your pussy. You're going to know what it feels like to have a man stretch your cunt. I'm going to make you feel just like the woman you want to be."
"God, yes!" I groaned. "Fuck me, Jim! Fill me! I need to have your cock all the way inside me. Make me your woman!" I rocked my hips up into him, a burst of pain soon replaced by exquisite pleasure as the full measure of his manhood drove deep into my steaming cunt.
My arms locked around his neck, my thighs around his waist as our bodies became one. Ours mouths melted together and our tongues wound around one another. As Jim pumped in and out of me, I felt myself open up to him, taking more and more until his balls were slapping my bottom with each lunge. It all felt so wonderful, so right to me.
"Oh, Jayne," he cried out, "your pussy feels so tight, baby. I just can't get enough of you."
"I love feeling you inside me, Jim," I replied breathlessly. "Cum in me, lover. Let your hard cock spurt its juices in me. How I wish you could make me pregnant!"
As I pushed up against him, I felt him begin to stiffen. I knew he was close so I grabbed his bottom and pulled him deep inside me. He moaned and it was then that I sensed his sperm pouring out into my pussy. The motion of his stomach on my clit combined with the knowledge that I had pleased my man was enough to make me cum at that point.
He held me for a few minutes, kissing me tenderly, then moved next to me on the bed, his nakedness pressed against mine. As I lay there, wrapped up in his arms, Jim cupped my left breast and massaged my nipple. Knowing it wasn't anywhere near as large as my sister's, I said, "I wish my breasts were as big as Lori's."
"They are small, Jayne," he admitted, "but I like how they feel. If you took female hormones, they'd get a lot bigger. Did you know that?"
"I've heard about hormones, Jim," I said, "but I don't know where to buy them. I'd take them in a second if I did. How did you know about them?"
"It's my business, hon," He replied. "I sell them to doctors and hospitals. I'm a salesman for one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the world."
I immediately perked up when I heard that. "Do you know any doctors here that might prescribe them for me?"
"I probably do," he responded, "but I had something else in mind. You don't really need a doctor to get them as my company always gives me tons of free samples. I also know the required dosage. If you really want to take them, I'll give you all you need."
In my excitement, I held Jim very close and said, "Oh, yes! I do want to take them! Please, Jim. When can I start?"
He laughed at my eagerness and said, "Can you wait a few minutes, Jayne? I'm not really in the mood to get out of bed just yet. Why don't you go and get a warm wash cloth and clean us up, pretty lady? Then I want to make love to you again."
Naturally, I didn't argue with him as I was more than willing for another session. I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up the one cloth and then brought another back to the bed and lovingly washed off his handsome face, then wrapped it around his soft manhood and cleaned it slowly and thoroughly.
We made love again and again that night. I finally fell asleep in his arms right before dawn. Just before Jim left for work that morning, he gave me a month's supply of hormones after instructing me on the proper dosage. He also warned me that the pills might eventually make me unable to get hard, but I didn't care about that at all. I was overjoyed and, as soon as he left, I quickly dressed, then ran off to find Lori, wanting to share my good news with her. I found her just getting out of bed.
"Lori," I shouted as I burst into our room, "you'll never guess what happened!"
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and then smiled at me. "Oh, Jayne, I'm sure I can guess what happened. From the way you look and the fact that you're just getting home now, you must have had one superb night. Jim must be one tired guy."
I blushed, realizing she thought I was excited about our lovemaking. "I did have a great night, but that's not what I meant. Jim gave me female hormones from his free samples. Now I can have breasts just like yours!"
"Wow! That's fabulous, Jayne! I'm so happy for you, but are you sure that's what you want?"
I was practically dancing around the room. I grabbed Lori and hugged her. "Oh, yes! I've wanted breasts from the first day I put on one of your dresses and saw how flat chested I looked. I can't wait to be able to fill up my bra!"
Lori and I took turns staying with Jim after that and, on several occasion, we took him back to our room and we both made love with him. I continued to take my hormone pills and in weeks, I could feel my breasts become tender. After a few months, they began to blossom. I was totally thrilled with them and often spent hours cupping and caressing them, rolling my enlarged nipples between my fingers until they were as hard as my clittie. I was also overjoyed to find my hips and bottom had become larger, my skin softer, and even the little body hair I had seemed to be disappearing.
End of Chapter 3
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