62 -TV FICTION CLASSICS

BORN TO BE

"He's really cute! And a hunk!" Melody injected. "Yes," I softly agreed, a shiver ran up my spine. Like four teenage girls, we talked about boys, clothes, makeup, dating, and more boys. It was fun, but before we knew it, Diane's mother shouted up the stairs, "Girls! It's time for bed."

"Amy can take my bed, Barbie gets the guest bed, and Melody and I will sleep on the floor," Diane stated.

"Whew!" I sighed, relieved that I was spared the trauma of sharing a bed with one of those nubile girls. Reluctantly, I took my garment bag, wondering what Mom had packed. I was hoping against hope that my pink baby doll nightie wasn't included. To my relief, I found my long white nylon sleep shirt. You know, the one with the red bunnies.

Amy emerged from the bathroom wearing a long football sleep top over her panties which were visible as she reached up to towel her long hair dry. I entered the bathroom, locked the door, quickly slipped from my clothes, and jumped into the shower. Some of my nervousness evaporated with the warm pulsing water. I was glad I could wear my 'BUSHMASTER II' concealer in the shower, but I knew it wouldn't stand a close inspection by the girls. As I moved the soft soap covered wash cloth over my body, I gave a jerk when it touched my sensitive nipples.

I turned off the water and was about to pull back the shower curtain when the bathroom door opened suddenly and Diane came bouncing in. I quickly pulled the shower curtain back to cover myself, being extremely self conscious about being seen naked by the girls. I dropped one hand over my artificial vagina while the other held the shower curtain and I stammered, "I locked the door."

"Oh, that lock hasn't worked in ages!" Diane laughed while looking at my budding breasts. "Anyway, why did you lock it? You have something to hide from the rest of us?"

"Uh...no, I guess I'm a little shy, that's all." I explained. When she left, I grabbed a long fluffy towel, dried myself, and quickly stepped into a pair of white nylon panties. "Oh well," I thought as I pulled the long sleep top over my head. "After seeing my breasts, she won't suspect I'm a boy." When I rejoined the other girls, I was relieved to see that they wore sleep shirts similar to mine.

An hour later, we all crawled into our respective beds and turned off the lights. We must have talked for another half hour before the room became silent. I was in a dimly lit room full of lovely girls in their night wear. This was every guy's fantasy, but I couldn't take advantage of it.

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Strangely, I didn't want to do anything except slide my hand under my panties and insert my fingers into my false vagina to massage my manhood. I spent nearly fifteen minutes, but it remained shriveled and small. 'I wasn't naughty Daddy, really I wasn't! I was a good girl!' Tears formed in my eyes, and I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow to muffle my sobs. I was so ashamed!

When I awoke the next morning, I realized where I was, and I wondered how I could get dressed in the presence of these girls. Looking at them sleeping, I slowly lowered my smooth legs from the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, grabbing my bag as I went. I removed my sleep top and nylon panties and replaced them with pink nylon bikini panties and a matching bra. I slipped my 'Budding Breast' forms into the cups to fill them out. In spite of my bizarre situation, I smiled as the mirror reflected the image of a cute, teenage girl. I glanced between my legs and saw that the slight bulge looked completely girlish. That done, I quickly slipped back into my sleep shirt, returned to bed, and slipped beneath the covers.

When the first girl stirred, I quickly announced, "I'll use the bathroom first."

"I hate morning people," Diane moaned and turned over. "I was safely in the bathroom when the girls started getting up. I washed my face, and as I removed the rollers from my hair, smooth bouncing curls tickled my shoulders. I applied dark pink lipstick that matched my polished nails. "Barbie, get a move on! You're not the only one that needs to use the bathroom," Diane shouted through the door.

As I made my exit, Diane bolted past me and quickly sat on the toilet. I looked over my shoulder as she pulled down her panties, but for some reason, this erotic scene didn't affect me. I merely turned back into the bedroom as if I were a girl myself! Only then did I wonder what Mom had packed for me to wear to school. Seeing the miniskirt and thin white peasant blouse with lots of ruffle made my stomach knot up with concern over what the girls would say.

"I love that blouse! Can I borrow it some time?" Amy gushed as soon as I had the frilly garment on my shoulders. "How about right now?" I blurted out without thinking. "You are funny sometimes, Barbie," Amy giggled and removed her top and displayed her firm breasts. I couldn't help staring as she put on her bra and positioned her breasts for comfort.

"Barbie, aren't you wearing nylons?" Diane asked.