44--TV FICTION CLASSICS

He blushed as he realized that something was growing between us. He wiggled his hips then spread his thighs apart slightly more, trying to get comfortable.

I broke the silence, "Wow... You're tough but your soft figure makes a great pillow. Your skin even feels like a girl's."

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guess you just get used to it," he said softly. "Maybe I was meant to be a girl? The clothes, the bra's and all are very comfortable."

My conquering hand went down and pinched hard his silky pantied bottom saying, "There is more to being a girl than pretty clothes."

"Ouch!" Kelly moaned, "What's that mean?"

"Oh nothing," I said letting Kelly take his side of the bed. "Go to sleep."

I think I went to sleep for a while but the strong smell of Kelly's perfumed hair was arousing me. When I woke I was spooned next to Kelly again. I knew that he could feel the pressure raising. When I moved my hips trying to get comfortable, Kelly awoke, eyes bulged wide-eyed as he sensed what was happening. He whimpered, "It's Okay. Stay close, I'm cold."

girl."

"But...but," I stuttered, "Sorry, but you felt like a real

Kelly to my surprise rolled over on his back, pulling me on top. He whispered, "I feel like a girl on the inside. I'm as real as you wish to believe."

I was at a loss for words. "You make such an attractive girl...on the outside. I nudged his lower limbs apart wider, laying now precisely between Kelly's soft thighs.

My fingers slipped inside his gown and lightly caressed one of his full sensitive nipples. It was swollen hard, pointed out in excitement.

Kelly lips parted and his eyes closed, he gasp, "I'm afraid...what if I'm not 'built right?' I wish I had strong muscular limbs like you."

"Everything about you is now womanly. You have a soft plump derriere and your pelvis is wide, I'm sure you could

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do anything girlish you wanted," I whispered. I was confused. Here was my friend, a boy who I'd tried to help become a man...now I was encouraging him to surrender his maleness and give up his girlish virginity.

My body and finger tips told me this was female. I continued to "tweak" his erect nipples with my fingers. He writhed from my tinkering but did not move away. I whispered, "You're proud of these aren't you?"

"I like not wearing padded bras," he said boldly, "By wearing unpadded brassieres, I feel real. You make me feel so feminine."

If I succeeded, he would never be the same. It seemed to happen so fast. Girl's clothes had added so much to Kelly's girlish good looks, and he naturally took to girlish deportment which attracted my carnal male lusts. Was I trying to rationalize what I was feeling??

My mind told me to stop, but his eyes encouraged me. His sweet, gentle and passive personality yearned to experience complete feminine surrender. The moon lit room was dreamlike.

My state of amorous intensity was making my decisions. My lips met his and to my surprise, I found them soft, luscious and responsive, just like a girls. I asked, "How do you feel?

Kelly reached up and pulled his hair up and said, "Like a girl who's about to encounter womanhood."

I could feel his heart under his breast beating from fear, but he sensed innately just what to do...allow me to master and infiltrate his deepest soul. The swelling intensity made him want to scream, but because of my sister, he could only get out a few muffled shrieks.

Kelly squealed as he tightly gave up his male status and took on the female function. His feminine emotions were infectious, causing me to aggressively communicate my maleness which he submissively accepted.

Filled with emotion, I didn't think Kelly could accept so fully my overtures. Once he accepted the fundamental deflowering, he quivered sensitively to each of my charges, his eyes bulging and his mouth open trying to get air. His