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Summer Girlby: Sally Ann
My experience was rare if not unique. To get right to the point I spent most of the summer when I was 12 years old as a girl. Nature took a bad turn on me at about age 14 I developed in to a big man and it ruined my chances of ever passing again. Im to much of a pefectionist. I wear panties and hose occassionally, but thats about the extent of it any more.
Well it all started when my father was to spend several months in europe for the company he works for my mother decided to go with him. I could have gone but didnt want to so they sent me to my mothers half sister to spend the summer. My aunt has 2 daughters they were 14 and 19 at the time.
I had been there 2 days when Jan and I were home alone. It was a dreary day and we were just hanging out in the house sort of bored I guess. She asked me if she could brush my hair. I didntt care. My hair was long for a guy, black, straight, sort of like a page boy. She kept telling me how beautiful my hair was and how any girl would love to have hair like mine. Well anyway she goes and gets this leather oval shaped barret, you know the kind with a stick that goes through it, pulls back my hair into a short pony tail. Then she combed my bangs forward. I dont know why but I didnt resist. It was just her and I there though, and I kinda liked the attention.
"You would be such a pretty girl" she tells me. I was of slight build then. I had had a bout with rheumatic fever and was small for my age. "let me put a little makeup on you, just for fun" "no way I said", "aw come" "no way", "oh well the heck with you" she got mad and stormed out. "Oh alright but just as long as no one else finds out".
So we go upstairs into her room and she sets me down in front of the mirror with my back to the mirror. She leans my head back and pats a couple of spots of liquid makeup on either side of my face and rubs it all over. "This has to dry for a minute or so" she tells me. I tried to look at myself but she stopped me from turning around "wait till im finished" she said. After it was dry enough she put some eye shadow on and went for the meskara thing. I remember how tough it was to get that lash curler on my lashes I wasnt to cooperative I guess. It took what seemed for ever to do her thing all the time standing back to admire her work at each stage of the game. I had to endure her giggiling. She was really enjoying herself. Well after blush and all that other good stuff it was time for lipstick.
There is something so feminine about lipstick. Somehow the other makeup didnt mean as much. I almost balked but she would have none of that and I ended up with lip stick and liner. "There she says" "all done you can look at yourself now". I turned around not expecting to see what I saw. I thought I would just look like a clown or something. Not so, in the mirror was a girl looking back at me. Its shocking, hard to believe that that was me but when I move she moved, it was me alright and I was pretty. "You see "she says " I told you that you would make a pretty girl". I was just stunned at that image mirror. "I did good didnt I" she says and she tortured me verbally until I admitted it.
"Take off your shirt" she orders me "and dont mess up your hair". "I think this is going a little to far" was my reply but it didnt stop her and next thing I know im pulling my t shirt up over my head. I could only imagine what she had on her mind. It didnt take to much imagination to know what she wanted to do with the bra she had in her hand. "Stick yours arms out straight" she commanded. My resistance before met nothing so I just did what I was told. She slips the bra down my arms, turns me around and fastens it. Oh the humiation if anyone else ever saw me. So she goes into a drawer and pulls out some pantie hose. Oh no I think to myself. But she wads them up and stuffs the cups of the bra. "There" she says "now we have to have a blouse that will go with that black hair". So she settles on a plain pink top nothing fancy. "Put your arms up over your head" I did . She pulled the top down In place and stood back. She was beside herself with her accomplishment. "I told you, I told you" " look at yourself" I turned . I looked. she was right I could not believe that that was a boy staring back at me. I turned and looked at myself at differant angles
it was a girl alright I was amazed simply amazed. I could not take my eyes of that image in the mirror. Just then I heard some noise downstairs, instant panic. "Whos that" I cried "probably just Mindy" was her reply. Just Mindy I thought to myself like its no big deal that
Im sitting here wearing makeup and a bra and blouse. "chill out" she tells me as I start to try and get out of the blouse. "and sit down, its only a game".
By this time I can hear footsteps coming up the stairs, its to late to make a run for it, I was paralyzed with in-decision, pure panic. does Mindy go to her room ? No way she comes strait into Jans room oh am I going to get my balls busted. My back is to her (on purpose ) "whos that" she asks "turn around" Jan tells me as she is turning me around. Mindy hesitates a moment and then looks at me curiosly. "Holy shit" "Keith is that you ? it is you, I dont believe it you are just adorable" she says " a little to much makeup" she says as she walked around surveying me. "And those boobs are fake looking and to high" "whos idea was this ? do you have a secret Keithy or should I call you Kylee" all the time laughing. Oh the humiliation, I couldnt even move.
" You keep Kieth, I mean Kylee, company, Ill be right back, and you (meaning me) dont move". I didnt have the fogiest what she was up to, I was still in sort of shock at her sudden appearance. "whats she up to" I asked Jan "got me" was her reply "I wish I had your hair" was the only thing she could say, as she fiddled at it with a brush and comb. Meanwhile I kept glancing at myself in the mirror still in disbelief at what was glancing back at me.
"Ok lets finish this off right" says Mindy as she reenters the room. Shes got some stuff in her hands that she just plops onto the bed. "this Keithy, I mean Kylee, is what I used to use when I had the same figure that you have now. Mindy spoke so athoritatively that even if I did think of resisting I didnt dare act upon it. (looking back on it I dont really think I truly wanted to resist, just had to make a token resistance u know the game).
Well anyway. "Take your blouse off Kylee" she says . Just the word blouse and me didnt seem to connect "and watch your hair". I pulled the blouse back. I was having a bit of diffi culty getting it off " never mind" she says and just pulls it up and over my head. She then pulls the pantie hose out of the bra. then she picks something off the bed. It became readily apparent to me what it was , breast forms, I didnt know the word for them at the time but thats what they were. She stuffs one in one side and then the other. Then she adjusts the straps so that they are in a more natural position on my chest. The forms werent very big as I remember probably somewhere between an A or B cup. "Now lets try that again" she says as she pulls the blouse back over my head. All the while Jan is orbiting around giggiling and taunting me.
"Now I want you to get up and go into the bathroom and put these on". She throws me what turns out to be a padded girdle and a pair of nylon hip hugger panties. Im just sitting there looking at them I havent said a word since Mindy first came home. "Get to it" she says " I havent got all day" she laughs. So here they are herding me into the bathroom at least they spared me that much modesty.
The door closes behind me, now Im a participant in the process Im actually cooperating, but somehow I didnt want to resist, just a glance in the mirror removes my last inhibition. "Hurry up in there Kylee Ive got an appointment in an hour" Mindy orders. So I drop my pants and off come my fruit of the looms. I cast a strange image in the full length mirror. Girl on top and boy on the bottom. I picked up the flimsy nylon garment and steped into it. I began drawing it up my legs, the feeling of the combination of the elastic and nylon will always remain with me. The cool nylon against my skin almost took my breath away. All the clothes I was wearing, blouse,bra makeup, my hair somehow didnt mean nearly as much as those panties. there is something about panties. Its like that really makes the differance between fooling around and seriously crossdressing. If you see a guy at a holloween party or masquerade party dressed in drag you can easily tell if its just for fun or if its a serious hobby. If hes wearing panties you can bet hes serious.
Well anyway Im looking at myself in the mirror turning side to side and there is a big bump in the panties. "come on now, get with it" comes Mindys voice through the door. " Get on with it or Im coming in there", at that thought I grabbed the padded girdle and almost jumped into it. I cant discribe the feeling of compression one mind bending sensation after another. I pulled my jeans back on and headed back out the door just as Mindy was coming in. She wasnt Kidding.
"Oh nice slacks" she sneered " you cant even see your nice new butt through those baggy old things. Get in Jans room and get them off". "But " I tried " "dont but me I havent got all day". I want to finish this before I leave. besides you cant see anything so get off it".
And so down come the jeans, I stepped out of them and left them on the floor. "See, not a bad butt" Mindy proclaimed". I checked out the mirror, I hadnt had time to do that in the bathroom with her threat to come in and assist me. a nice rounded seat and pads on the sides. The garment left my crotch smooth like noting was there. Jan broke her silence silent coohed " ooooh nice " and giggled as she pinced my butt. Just what I need some more humiliation.
"Sit down there " Mindy ordered as she pointed to the bench in front of the makup table. I sat. "Put your foot out" as I did I noticed her rolling up a pair of panty hose in her hands. "Im only going to show you how to do this once, its like putting on a long pair of socks" she rolled the leg of hose up over one knee. "Now the other". I complied. "Now stand up". I did what I was told. She pulled the rest of the garment up around my waste and smoothed things out. "Not bad, if I do say so myself" she bragged. "Here, I suppose you can figure this one out" she says as she hands me a nylon half slip. I stepped into the slip, what a sensation that smooth silky nylon against the panty hose. She detected my pleasure. "Nice huh?, you dont get that out of those old beat up blue jeans" she laughed.
"Turn around " she commanded. I turned. she the grabbed the back of the girdle and pulled it exposing my panties. "Just checking" say reported. "Didnt want you cheating Kylee" she laughed. Jan hands her a navy blue skirt. I remember it well it was the same type of flat cotton material that my work pants are made of now. Mindy knelt down "come on, in you go" she ordered as she held the skirt open at my feet. In I went and in one quick motion she slide the skirt up to my waist. In back of me now she zipped up the back and fastened the button.
"almost done Kylee" as she examined her work. "i gotta do something about that makeup. Jan likes to much of that shit. And with your complection you dont need much anyway" back to the bath room she leads me. Mindy soaped up a wash cloth and attacked my face like I was a little kid or something. "Hold still " she commands. After she was done with the wash cloth she applied some sort of makeup remover to a tissue and finished up the cleansing job after a couple of passes.
"there now Ill do it right. It did not take her long. all she used was a little blush, a light shadowing of my eyelids. It took most of the time just to do the lipstick. She used a shade of red not quite as bright as the one Jan had used earlier.
"Now look at yourself" she says as she turns me towards the full length mirror. Its a weird thing looking in the mirror and not recognizing the person looking back. Especially when you are a boy and the person looking back is a girl, a pretty girl no less.
"look Jan he I mean shes smiling, shes really getting into this " says Mindy. "Come with me " Mindy commands as she grabbed me by the arm. She led me into my aunts room and positioned me in front of one of those full length triple mirrors the kind that allow you to see yourself front, back and side. Unbelievable. I just could not believe it and I really was smiling which made the girl in the mirror even prettier. Less than 2 hours ago I was a boy just hanging out and now a pretty young lady. I could not take myself away from those mirrors, turning and poseing, ignoring the laughing and giggling going on behind me. It wasnt just the image it was the feeling of the nylon slip against my legs, the nylon panties compressed against my croth by the tightness of the padded girdle, the bra carresing my chest, the shoulder straps, the pressure of the pantie hose on my legs. All added up to a new, wonderful, and certainly unforgetable sensation.
" Jan go get me a pair of clipons" ordered Mindy. Mindy turned and went into my aunts closet. Jan returned with a pair of silver colored earings and a neklace. Jan snapped the earings on my lobes as Mindy emerged from the closet with a pair of shoes. "Here try these on these will probably fit you mom has the biggest feet". I didnt even hesitate any token resistance had turned into pure cooperation. I was loving this. The shoes had about a one inch heel and were a little large if anything but again the pantie hose clad foot sliding into the shoe was yet another sensation to enjoy. Just wiggiling my toes was such a new feeling. The earings and necklace added just another touch of femininity.
"I dont think we are going to get her away from that mirror" laughed Jan. "Well I got an appointment in less than a half hour" replied Mindy " Im out of here, you girls have fun Ill be back by 3 or so. Keep out of trouble, and Kylee you are cute". With that Mindy left. I heard her go down the stairs and heard the front door close.
"So now what?" I thought, still looking at myself from all angles "come on hot stuff lets go down stairs and Ill do something with those nails" Jan beckoned. I was getting pretty used to doing what I was told by now. I followed Jan out of the room after giving my self one more admiring glance. We walked down the hall towards the stairs the shoes were not difficult to walk in but they made a lot of noise on the hardwood floor.
"You walk like a man" Jan sneered " take smaller steps and put one foot in front of the other". I hadnt noticed I was to caught up in the feeling of all that wonderful soft and silky material against my skin. Thats what most men and boys never get to experience. Male clothes are just to cover you up as far as Im concerned. Womens and girls clothes are an experience that I have yet found the words to discribe, its as if they are a part of you.
Well anyway it wasnt to hard to take smaller steps the skirt had my legs pinned together, that one foot in front of the other was kinda of awkward but it caused my hose cladlegs to rub and so was well worth it.
Downstairs Jan had gotten a bottle of nail polish from somewhere we sat down at the kitchen table. She didnt have to say anything I just put my hand out on the table and she began. She talked as she painted. She told me that she was really having fun and wouldnt tell anyone or embarrass me. She said it reminded her of playing barbies when she was younger. She remarked again how she had studied me earlier and had decided that I would make a pretty girl. She said I had full lips that a lot of girls would envy and that my black hair was envyable as well. She wanted to do what was done but didnt think I would go along with it.
"Well what do you think ?" she asked as she took my other hand. " Its hard to explain" I replied. "girls clothes are so differant. They are so smooth and silky, its just hard to explain". "I know what you mean, guys stuff are so dull, not much varity and and rough" she added. She finished my nails. "they will be dry in a minute" she explained.
You could tell she was enjoying what she was doing. She had me get up and walk somemore to she if I had learned anything. I was still a little clumsy at it and she had a good laugh."You think thats tough, wait till you try some real heels" she laughed. Some how I knew that that would happen in time.
We sat and chatted and laughed for a while when we heard some one at the front door. "Oh it must be the UPS man" said Jan "hey why dont you answer the door and Ill watch" she saw the look of concern in my face. "Aw come on it will be a trip " she had me on my feet and was heading down the hall. The man could see us coming through the glass in the front door so I figured I had just better make the best of it by going along or it might peek his curiousity. I opened the door. It was a trip. I was nervous as you can imagine. he handed me a small package and asked me to sign for it. Dumb me I scribbled Kieth. I dont know if he noticed. The man smiled, tipped his hat and left.
"did you see how he looked at you ?" laughed Jan. "You mean you think he knew ?" I replied in fear. "No stupid, he was checking you out, he was staring at your boobs". With that she broke into histarics, laughing so hard that it got me laughing.
Well we had a good laugh and things calmed down. It was my first test in the real world to prove what Jan had been saying, that being that no one could tell without xray vision. I went back mirror in the hall, she was right, I didnt even recognize the girl in the mirror, and she sure looked genuine to me.
We wasted an hour or so just sitting around talking. Jan keep needling me on some of my male manerisms. She was particularly upset with me because of my inability to sit with me legs together.
Its not easy for someone not used to it.
So Jan starts up the stairs. "Oh do me a favor and check the mail" she says. "ya right " I reply smartly. "Oh stop the BS" its only on the porch. I give in once again. She heads up stairs and I go for the front door. I opened the door, a rush of air blew in, I remember the feeling of the cool air on my pantyhose. I felt like a paratrooper in the doorway. I stepped out into the world fully clad in girls clothes, what a rush believe me. The mailbox was only a few feet from the door I stepped over to it as I heard the door click behind me. No mail, I turned back and went for the door as an elderly lady was walking by. I grabbed the handle, panic, the damn thing was locked. I shock the handle in a vain attempt to open the door. No luck. In panic I rang the doorbell. I could hear it inside but no Jan. So I stood there waiting and ringing a couple of kids passed by giving me what I thought to be strange looks. But I was in a panic so I probably looked strange. Still no Jan. It seemed like forever, I finally got myself back together. A thought came to me. "Why not try the back door ?" But that meant going out to the sidewalk around the fence and to the back, but Jan wasnt answering. I looked both ways as far as I could see down the sidewalks. the coast was clear. I went for it, hopeing nobody was around and trying to walk as much like a girl as I could to not arouse suspicion. I got to the sidewalk and turned left towards the driveway. I felt like everyone in the world knew that there was a boy walking down the sidewalk in girls clothes. It wasnt a long way to the back door but it seemed like a million miles. As my luck would have it half way down the driveway two boys from next door stepped out from behind their house. One had a basketball he shot at the backboard on the front of their garage. The other looked at me and smiled. I half smiled back I was moving as fast as I could without breaking into a run, my heels clicking as I went. I turned at the end of the driveway and made the 3 or 4 steps to the back door. The screen door was locked. Oh joy, now I had to retrace my footsteps. I wasted no time in starting back I was in full view of the 2 boys and felt kinda of foolish not being able to open the door not to mention the way I was dressed. Where was Jan ?
Half way back down the drive a car pulls in. It was Mindy. She looked at me with surprise that turned into a large grin. She brought the car to a halt I stopped beside the car and waited for her to get out. "Hi Kylee, out for a little walk I see". I wanted to get going and made a face at her that indicated that I was nervous about those guys. So what does she do ? "Hey guys have you met my cousin Kylee ?" she hollers. "Hi was about all they could come up with, a little luck for me. I waved back, probably just out of manners. "Please Mindy get me in the house" I begged she turned towards the street and I followed, explaining how I got locked out. As we approached the door it opened for us. Jan was in the door laughing her ass of, the little bitch knew what was going on. I wanted to get mad but Jans laughter was the type that seems to inspire more laughter and I was so relieved to be back in the house that I started laughing to. "You should have seen yourself Kieth you were a riot, she laughed and laughed. You would think that that was the end of it no way. like there wasnt anything remotely strange about my perdicament Mindy blurts out "come on guys we are going to burger king I dont have time to fix anything". "You gotta be kidding" I replied. "Get going Kylee I dont have time to argue nobody can tell the differance and who would care if they did ? Now get moving Im late already". All this time Im getting shoved out the door. I decided to make a stand on the front porch when I looked over and saw the boys from next door coming over. I had to clam up. Mindy sensed my giving up and hustled me towards the side walk. We met the boys about half way to the car and Jan stopped to talk. They were between us and the car "oh get me outa here " I thought. The one guy was actually checking me out and smiled. "Holy shit" I thought I could not believe what was going on.
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