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A smile that could make a guy do some strange things…especially if he already wanted to. She shook her head. Just show up here around six. But the dress!

I had a thousand suggestions, a million ideas! And what about my hair? Anything I need to do? And shave. I rubbed my hand over my sparse chin whiskers.

I stood. Do you have anywhere you need to be? Play some video games or something? And Andrea was much better company than…well, a lot of people.

Sounds like fun. I ended up staying for three hours, playing on the computer, eating snacks, and getting beat at ping pong. A few days after Andrea dressed me up, I lay back on my bed, happily remembering the experience.

The skirt. The dress. Walking like a girl. Andrea dragging me into the shower. No one could ever take that away from me.

God, life was good. I picked up the phone and called Andrea. That was the problem. At a local high school. Where people I knew might see me. I called myself a pervert enough in my mind.

The line was silent for a moment. I would have looked so pretty. I would have been so happy. Meet me at City Park, by the fountain.

We have to talk. She hung up. I sat on a bench, waiting for my date. How could I explain to her that I had no problem with the dress. She could give me a makeover every day of the week, if only no one would know.

What if this got around my school? What if my parents found out? She soon joined me. We sat there for a few minutes, not speaking.

With the silence and her coat, I felt like we should be exchanging secret files in a folded newspaper. And the last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable.

Hair, makeup, shoes, clothes, everything. I closed my eyes, fantasizing. It would just drive home how ugly I am.

I glared at her. She smiled a little. And if it takes me wearing a dress, then damn it, I will! Instead, she smiled. Just one night.

Double damn. She touched my cheek. Impulsively, I put my arm around her, and we sat like that for a long time. It was nice. I wondered what her real motivation for my crossdressing was.

What if she asked for my real motivation? Since the sixth grade, my parents had been badgering me to ask someone to a dance.

That was the great thing about being a nerd, your parents never checked up on you. I parked my car and grabbed my small bag of toiletries. With confidence and dread, I knocked on her door.

She was wearing a heavy white bathrobe, apparently just out of the shower. Her half-nudity momentarily distracted me from my fantasies about my dress.

Chunky or not, this was an intriguing development. Are you ready to see your gown? It was lovely. It was clearly something from a second hand store, and had probably been some sort of stage costume originally.

Light blue, with poofy sleeves and an floor length skirt. To me, it glistened and shone. I wanted to grab it, clutch it to my chest, and twirl.

Instead, I just laughed. She gave me a shove, which nearly toppled me over. I fought the urge to go over and finger the soft material.

Speaking of which, how am I going to fill out the front? A joke. Of course. There were no real hormones that powerful. But just for a moment there, I wondered how far we were both willing to go.

Check it out. Here, take your shirt off. Play it cool, Jordan. Just take your shirt off. Just like at the pool. Perfectly natural.

Your date just wants to help you with your bra. Your date, in her bathrobe. With my top off, it was suddenly very chilly in the house.

I shivered with the cold and with excitement. Andrea stood behind me, helping me get my arms through the straps. She then clasped the back and adjusted the cups over my chest.

It feels good. Real good. Her large, soft hands slowly slid from the bra, and only my stomach. For a few seconds she held my belly, her warm breath in my ear.

Suddenly, she broke away. My eye gave an involuntary twitch. What was she suggesting? Hands over head. Then, she patted her wide belly.

She roughly pinched my cheek. Looking back, I think she may have been trying to get a rise out of me, just to see how far I would be willing to go with the illusion.

At the time, I was too excited and nervous to think about it. Andrea took me to the bathroom and began to primp and powder my face. She kept having to search for things.

She refused to let me see myself in the mirror while she worked. After a while, we began to chat about other things. I just wish I had your cheekbones.

And your height. No, no mirror yet. You have to see the complete package. I was too nervous to answer, so I just nodded. Andrea led me back to her.

The shoulders were puffy and, while it was full in the front, it plunged in the back. At that point I would have done anything. A couple of more things.

Much to my surprise, she had bought me a wig. On closer inspection it was just a cheap Halloween type thing, but the long brown strands covered up my own short hair.

Andrea pinned it in place and gave it a quick brushing. Thinking we were done, I started to get up, but Andrea effortlessly pushed me back down.

But here. But my God—. I was pretty! I was truly pretty. A pretty boy, but pretty nonetheless!

My big eyes stared nervously from behind painted lashes. My lips and cheeks were a delicate red. My puny arms looked more in place coming out of the dark blue dress sleeves than they ever did in a suit jacket.

I looked at my benefactress. We could lose the wig if you want. I waved a finger at her. Um, when are you going to put your dress on?

Andrea winked at me over her shoulder and left me alone with the mirror. For the next twenty minutes I posed in front of my reflection.

I practiced giggling, flipping my hair, and girlishly twirling. A new wig, more makeup practice, clothes of my own…I began to think about when it came time to leave home in two years.

What sort of life would I choose? As I fluttered my eyelids at the mirror, I noticed Andrea was watching me from the doorway.

I was about to try to explain I was just playing around, when I noticed how she was dressed. She was wearing a tux! Not a cheap one, either, a real, fitted tux, with a tie, vest, and jacket.

Andrea sighed. The dress will cover up your sneakers. Andrea loaned me one of her purses to keep my wallet and keys in.

As she locked the front door, she stopped. Wait here. She ducked inside, and quickly returned. She was holding a plastic box with a corsage inside.

Wordlessly, she clipped it to my wrist. We were off. It took us about half an hour to get to her high school.

On the way, she gave me pointers about watching my makeup, about how not to sit with my legs open, and a few tips on how to hold myself when I walked.

People will think this is funny. Andrea chuckled and I giggled. When we pulled up to her school, I lost my nerve again. What the hell did I think I was about to do?

Waltz into a high school dance all decked out in a gown and makeup, and no one would think I was a big weirdo?

Had I lost my mind? Andrea noticed my near panic. I looked miserably at her. She looked at the steering wheel. I mean, I want to go to the dance with you.

Andrea cocked her head. Then, they looked at Andrea, not me. The three girls all took one look at me and broke into laughter.

Finally, one of the girls, a petite blonde, caught her breath. I knew I should have passed that off as sarcasm. I should have assumed she was joking.

Andrea began introductions. Heidi, the blonde, wiped a tear from her eye. Where did you two meet? Jordan was doing some bench presses and asked me to spot him.

I smiled inside. Heidi chatted as Andrea and I walked with her. Is it yours? I felt it was time to assert my manliness. But you look good in it.

Wish my boyfriend would let me make him over. Maybe you should ask him. You might be surprised. Andrea laughed her booming laugh.

The principal, who was taking tickets, gave us a weird look when Andrea presented our passes. He seemed about to say something, but changed his mind.

A far cry from my principal, Dr. Bailey, who once refused to let a student into a dance because he was wearing sneakers.

As Andrea led us through the decorated gym to a table, I noticed many heads turning towards us, first at Andrea in her tux, then at me in my dress.

Why should that be? Could it be they recognized Andrea easily, but it took them a couple of seconds to realize I was really a guy?

Andrea and I had a seat, and Heidi sat opposite us. She immediately started touching up her makeup. On a whim, I borrowed her compact when she was finished and fixed mine as well.

Both girls laughed. He was everything I was not: tall, lantern-jawed, and muscular. And you are? Since when was I either? Drew looked astounded, then shrugged.

The four of us fell to talking and I began to relax. People walking by would stop and stare, and usually laugh and point.

Not cruelly, though. I got several wolf whistles and crude comments from guys. Why would that make them mad?

After a bit, couples began to dance. Andrea stood up and extended her hand to me. Andrea took me to the edge of the gymnasium and wrapped her arms around my waist, masculine style.

I reached up and locked my hands around her neck, the way women dance. I was never much of a dancer, but Andrea kept me in line. She helped me move to the music swirled me around the floor.

When the DJ put on a faster song, she even twirled me a time or two. The other couples were concerned about themselves, not some drag act.

With most of the other girls worried about their dresses, and most of the guys worried about getting their dates out of their dresses, it left little time to worry about Andrea and myself.

The bolder students would sometimes shout out comments. A teacher immediately got on his case. I felt gentle tap on my shoulder.

Neither of us had the gumption to lead, so we sort of swayed awkwardly. You look nice yourself. Dawn smiled. This is really only our second real date.

Dawn leaned in conspiratorially. I mean, if you like her. So do you like her? But she is nice. Instead, I tried to kid.

This pleasant conversation was interrupted by Heidi who wanted a turn with me on the dance floor. She felt that Andrea was using this drag dance as an excuse to ask a guy out.

Andrea had put a lot of work into both our costumes. When the next song ended, Andrea and her friends excused themselves to powder their noses.

As I waited for Andrea and her friends, I felt a tap at my arm. It was a boy of about fifteen, blonde and skinny, who was looking at me with suspicion.

It took me a second to connect that with my online handle. He backed up. I have to go to the bathroom. He stared at me for a second. Steve, aka Fishbone, led me down a darkened hall, deeper into the school.

We turned a corner and he pointed to another restroom. See ya round. I slipped into a stall and attempted to pee without wetting my pretty dress.

Did this again. As I washed my hands I looked at the face in the mirror and wondered. How could I do this again? Homecoming was six months away.

Andrea might be interested. There was just one problem. My musings were interrupted by a shadow behind me. It was a boy, decked out in a tux. I turned and faced him.

Guess you can call me Julie tonight. Really beautiful. You look awfully nice, too. Pete walked a little closer to me and looked over his shoulder. Maybe we could do something sometime?

Was it true? Had this young stud just asked me out on a date? I must have been prettier than I thought.

Doing this with Andrea was one thing, but going on a date with a guy was a lot further than I wanted to take this. We could see a movie, or have dinner, or something.

Sheesh, you think I was serious? Pete smile was false, and his voice cracked. Even as he said them, he was backing out the door.

It was obvious what happened. Maybe I should have left well enough alone, but I felt it was time to mend fences. Pete looked like he was going to joke again, but then stopped and sort of blushed.

Oh, yeah. I was smiling too. When I returned to my table, Andrea and Heidi were sitting talking. Andrea stood up when I arrived and pulled my chair out.

They spend so much time in the bathroom. I hung my head and blushed. This was a little embarrassing, but at the same time, thrilling.

Andrea laughed and took my by the hand. We danced the next two slow numbers, with Andrea holding me tight. I felt safe. When Andrea kissed me, I gladly let her.

The rest of the evening was unremarkable. I danced with Andrea, and Heidi again. A couple of people asked to take my picture, but I demurely declined.

Soon, it was time for us to leave. We said our good-byes to Heidi and her friends, and began to pack up. I winked at Pete from across the room.

He quickly smiled and ducked his head. We walked to the car. Dawn paused and motioned for Andrea to join her at the car.

Andrea then opened her car door for me and we sped off. She said I ought to convince you to dress like that more often. Then you and I could share clothes.

Pretending like I was joking, I picked up the thread. My head absolutely swam. This was a joke conversation of course.

But after so many years of secrecy, so many nights of denying how I felt, so many days of denying my desire to dress like a woman—it felt wonderful to talk about.

Andrea laughed. We both laughed, but it was strained.

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I was forced to dress like a girl, very humiliating. Thread starter kyleiscool Start date Oct 22, When I was a 13 year old boy, I lived with my aunt for awhile.

My dad died of cancer and my mom was traveling for her job. Anyway, I was due to spend 2 months living with my aunt. I'm in my 30s now and when I was 13, it was the early s.

Around this time, fashion was a HUGE thing for teenage girls because movies like Clueless were coming out.

Well, I experienced a few things quite embarrassing because of my aunt. She was desperate to dress me as a girl. I don't know why but she was.

Anyway, she disposed of all my boy clothes I packed in my suitcase, and bought me an entire wardrobe laden with stylish "girl" clothes of the time.

Since I was 13, fortunately I was old enough to buy my own outfits so I decided to. To my dismay, she took the new clothes I just bought and returned them AND kept the money, I might add!

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