14-TV FICTION CLASSICS

I wondered how Kelly would feel, knowing that his hips looked so girlishly tantalizing in nylon. I guessed he would be embarrassed. How would any boy react, knowing that his body was generating a feminine allure? It wasn't his fault, nature gives us little choice.

I awoke with a strange sensation...an awareness of lace and satin against my chest. I opened my eyes to realize that the small sway center bed had pulled us together like two spoons, my front against his satin covered backside. My maleness was awake before I was.

I laid there on my side marvelling for minutes before I whispered, "Kelly are you awake?"

No answer. I gently pulled away to give him back his space. How embarrassing. I hoped that he hadn't awakened and felt my hearty attention pressed against his nyloned soft buttocks. I turned over and fell asleep again.

The sun was shining in the window, it was still early. I turned and saw that Kelly was gone. I got up and put on my sweats and went into the kitchen. Kelly was in the kitchen making coffee and breakfast. His hair was pinned up with a ribbon and he had already put on some make-up. He smiled at me blushing deeply, then saying, "Morning, did you sleep well?"

I nodded. My eyes followed his shapely figure as he femininely moved around in a frilly housecoat over his nightgown. He brought coffee over and sat down, his housecoat and gown opening, showing a vast portion of smooth thigh. He crossed them above the knee like he'd been a girl all his life. Did he know what he was doing to me?

We chatted about the weather and he finally said, "Bill, I appreciate your friendship. You haven't teased me once."

Kelly's smooth knees were exposed, like a proper lady. I replied, "You're just helping my sister. What's to tease?"

"Oh, you know, me letting her dress me like this. I guess I feel pretty being all dolled up. Do you think I look silly?"

"No," I said almost too boldly. "I think you look lovely."

"ALL DOLLED UP" -15

He took at deep breath, his padded bra jutted out prettily. He bent forward, whispering so Lilly sleeping on the couch couldn't hear, "I feel so funny having you see me wearing panties and dresses. I know you must think I'm a sissy or something."

I said, "I could treat you like a real girl this weekend? I think we'd both enjoy that."

Before he could answer, Lilly turned over and said, “Hi, guys! I thought I smelled coffee."

The rest of the day was spent taking pictures.

It started with Lilly putting hot curlers in his hair so she could try several new "fluffy" styles. Then Lilly went about putting together each outfit and what accessories were to be worn with it. She'd sketched drawings of what each picture should portray.

I snapped a few pictures of Kelly undressed and struggling into a tight "girdle" that Lilly had put out for him. It had a wide belt that tightly went around his waist, taking off several inches. Kelly's figure was now a pleasing series of womanly curves. Even his chest, while not like breasts, was full and fatty, with larger than normal pointed nipples.

He looked embarrassed as Lilly prepared his dress. He stood exposed in only the lace bikini panties, his legs daintily hosed and 3 inch leather high heeled pumps. He looked uncomfortable, his hands clasp in front covering his chest in modesty.

He looked relieved when Lilly held up a padded, pushup lace bra and helped him fasten it covering his oversized twin nipples. Lilly showed him how to reach inside each cup and pull the fat up to give the impression of cleavage. Kelly looked in the mirror and saw in disbelief a valley, a soft small valley. This addition thoroughly girlified his image.

Kelly put a white lacy slip over his head and Lilly took him to a make-shift make-up mirror and light. Kelly's derriere swayed ladylike from side to side calling attention to his wide full hips encased in nylon.

I took a few pictures as Lilly prepared Kelly. Kelly looked so fragile and vulnerable as he tried in vain to pull the short slip skirt down to cover more of his smooth thighs.