The following is a true story. Although some names have been changed, the events of this story did happen as they are portrayed. No part of this story may be copied in any way without the express written consent of the author.

 

More Than I Ever Imagined!

by Britney

 

Part 2: Anything for Love

"I still can't get over how you look."

"Neither can I. So what's next"

"Well the movie doesn't start for another 3 hours so we have some spare time. Would you mind if we went and had you hair done? Nothing really fancy, just a trim maybe a few subtle highlights if we have time."

"Sure, lets get going." And with that we were on our way. I was hesitant to leave the house dressed as I was, but it passed quickly with some encouragement from Katie.

 

The drive to the salon took about 10 minutes and the lady who does Katie's hair was waiting for us. It was fairly obvious that Katie had set this up as I was soon told that I had an appointment and was instructed to sit down at the lady's work station. I told her that I just wanted a trim for now and Katie added that I wanted some highlights. So that's what I got.

For the next half an hour I sat patiently watching as the stylist went to work snipping, shaping, layering and doing what ever else needed to be done to my hair.

"So what kind of highlights were your thinking about."

"Uh... something subtle."

"Ok, we'll just put in something that will complement your colour and look natural."

Once again I sat there in silence as I watched her section off my hair and wrap it in foil. During the whole process the stylist and Katie were caught up in an animated conversation and all but ignored me as I sat there, bored out of my mind.

Next I was taken and sat under the dryer. Once again I sat there with nothing to do. I started to wonder how I had let myself get talked into all this. I really enjoyed the way I looked, but a normal guy doesn't spend time with his girlfriend getting his hair done at a salon while dressed as a girl. As much as I was enjoying all this l couldn't get rid of the nagging felling that I was doing something wrong. I sighed and just tried to sit back and relax.

Eventually I was taken out from under the dryer and was brought over to the sink to have my hair washed out. When my hair was finally dried and brushed out I was amazed at how it looked. Soft golden strands mingled together with my darker locks. In short, I really liked the look it created for me. I was definitely going to have to experiment with my hair more in the future.

 

We arrived at the movie theatre with just enough time to grab some popcorn and drinks before the movie started. To be honest, I don't remember what movie we saw. All that I remember is that I really enjoyed being there with Katie.

Soon the movie was over and we headed back into the mall to do some shopping. Our first stop was at a store called 'Bootlegger' (it's a Canadian clothing store with teenagers as its target market). I was forced to try on almost every article of girl's clothing in the store. When we finally finished I figure that we were done. I was very wrong.

We continued shopping for about two more hours. By the time we finished I was severely broke and had my hands full of my new purchases. We finally loaded everything up in the car and headed back to Katie's place.

 

It took us about an hour to put away all my new clothes. Most of that time was spent clearing enough room in Katie's closet so we could fit my stuff in there too. It was by now about 6:00pm and I was getting pretty hungry.

"Kate, I'm starving. What are we doing for dinner?"

"I figured we'd just order a pizza."

"That sounds great! Want me to go order it?"

"Sure. Get two large, ok?"

After placing our order I went back upstairs to wait for the pizza to arrive. Personally I just wanted to sit down and relax, but Katie wanted to play dress up with me again.

What I ended up wearing was a pink nightie and some fuzzy pink slippers. The nightie was anything but modest. The spaghetti straps and low neckline resulted in a lot of cleavage on display and the short hem barely covered my panties. I was staring at my reflection in the mirror, (I'd been doing a lot of that lately) when the doorbell rang signalling the arrival of our pizzas. Katie quickly retrieved a 20 form her purse and stuffed it in my hand.

"Here, go get the pizza and I'll meet you down in the family room after I get changed."

"I can't answer the door dressed like this! Besides, what if the pizza guy is someone from school?"

"Don't worry about it so much, you'll be fine. This will be a good test for you."

The doorbell rang again.

"Hurry up, before he leaves... and flirt with him a bit, but not to much."

I wanted to stay and protest but my stomach over powered me and I headed down stairs to answer the door.

 

Taking a deep breath I gathered up all the courage I had and opened the door. The pizza guys eyes nearly fell out when he saw me. I followed his gaze as he looked me over from head to toe, his glare finally resting on my chest. At least I didn't know this guy from school.

"T-two large pizzas. One Supreme and one Hawaiian?"

"Uh huh"

"It's going to be $18.38"

I handed him the twenty and he handed me the pizza boxes.

I said goodbye and shut the door, glad that that was over with. If was about then that I realized how cold I was and made a mental note to never stand in an open doorway in just a nightie ever again.

 

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The rest of the night was fairly uneventful. We watched TV and ate our pizza for several hours and the just snuggled together and talked. I had never had a conversation like that one before. We talked for hours and we talked about practically everything. Eventually he retired upstairs and climbed into Katie's bed. We snuggled together again and I held her tight. I didn't want this moment to end.

 

I wished I could wake up to this every morning. As I laid there watching the soft streams of sunlight play across her beauty, I felt I was in paradise. I realized at that moment that I would do anything to be with Katie forever. I'd dress as a girl every day if it meat I could wake up to her each morning. I continued to watch her until suddenly he eyes fluttered open and looked into mine.

"Morning Beautiful."

She smiled and said, ''I could say the same thing. I still can't get over how beautiful you are," and with that we kissed.

 

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Both of us were feeling rather lazy that morning and so we snuggled together for about an hour or so before going downstairs to have breakfast. Breakfast was light and soon we were snuggling on the couch in the front room. We watched a little bit of television, but before long we got bored with that and stared to talk. The topic it seemed to be, 'how do I feel about dressing as a girl'.

"I dunno, I mean the clothes are comfortable and all. Its just a bit weird for a guy to dress this way."

"I thought you said that you liked the way you look as a girl."

"I do. I like being Britney. I like the way you treat me when I'm dressed up. I like the way it makes me feel when I see myself in the mirror. It's just really confusing for me at the same time."

"Do you wart to be Britney again once the pageant is over?"

"Um... yeah, I do. As I said, I like being Britney and I don't think I can just put that away when the pageant is over. But I also know that its not exactly normal, so I'm going to have to stop eventually. I'm not a girl, I cant go around pretending to be one."

"So does that mean that I'm not going to see Britney again after the pageant?"

"Katie. I'll be Britney for you anytime you want me to be. I'd live as a girl 24/7 if you asked me to. I'd do anything for you, you Know that."

"Oh Brett, that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I love you so much!"

"I love you too Katie."

  

  

  

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