SMILI

MOVING NEVLIVIO-VI

36-TV FICTION CLASSICS #6

girls swimsuits to the pool. We decided to wear one piece suits. Lee's was a blue one and mine red. We looked in the mirror, surprised by our girlish outlines. Our bosoms weren't full but seemed to move with our every step. Even with little on, our look was still feminine.

Arriving at the pool, I reminded Lee to behave and move like girls since we didn't have skirts to remind us. Lee didn't say anything. The tight cache garment was enough of a reminder, as were our swelling breasts. Lee put his hair up. I put mine in a ponytail with a red ribbon.

Lee said, "Its time to see if everything will stay together when wet." The men watched Lee and I wiggle to the pool edge and sit down. How could this cute young girl be my buddy Lee? We dangled our smooth shaven legs in the water, our red toenail polish glistening in the water. The sun was hot and soon we were enjoying the cool water. A couple of college boys on vacation dove in and threw a volleyball to us. Soon, we were having a volleyball game.

I whispered to Lee, "We should be like them." Their muscles were strong and a summer tan beginning. One of them studied my every move. I blushed at the obvious stare.

Lee noticed him and giggled, "He's flirting with you." I giggled too. After volleyball, the boys kept strutting by, talking to us in a flirtatious way. You couldn't fault them, we looked cute in our swimsuits, the front absolutely smooth like a girls and our bosoms, eye-catching. Imagine men getting titillated by thinking we're girls.

While laying in the hot sun, it dawned on me----we were going to get a sun tan. Tan lines that would be etched on our skin for a long time. I always wore a sun screen to try avoiding burning. It didn't help, I quickly developed a golden tan.

Chapter Six

The days passed quickly, and our fear of discovery diminished with each successful social encounter and admiring glance received from young men. Everyone treated us like girls.

The weekly appointments at the local beauty parlor continued to take their toll on our appearances. One day, Mrs. Roberts noticed our eyebrows were bushy and called the beautician. An appointment was made for Lee and I to have them plucked by a specialist in eyebrows. After several painful weeks of treatments, we found out what electrolysis meant. The electrolysis transformed our eyebrows

into thin arches that gave our faces a girlish surprised look and feminized us more.

Mrs. Roberts hadn't told us that it was permanent. Without makeup, I tried to make a manly expression, but the mirror reflected a young girls face. I complained to Mrs. Roberts.

She said, "Chris, they look gorgeous, besides bushy eyebrows aren't attractive on men either. It looks like the the electrologist did get a little carried away. You can always use eyebrow pencil to darken them later."

I didn't worry much. It was difficult to tell how feminized they were since most of the time, I was wearing makeup. Lee seemed to like his thin arches, and began to wear extra eye makeup to show off his alluring eyes and high cheek bones.

After several weeks of dance lessons, we were ready for the July Fourth summer dance.

I came out of the bathroom, and Lee went in. Mrs. Roberts had picked out our clothes. A new evening dress was lying on my bed, neatly laid out with the slip, panties and a strapless lace bustier. Lee had one too. I picked up my dress. It was a black off-the-shoulder gown with a fitted narrow skirt and a big bow at the small of my back. I slipped on the panties and struggled into the bustier, having a little trouble snapping the back.

Then it struck me. Here I was, a young man getting dressed in a terribly feminine evening gown, and able to fill out all the curves. Afraid for a minute, my cheeks burned. I had no other male clothes so it just meant another dress. I slipped on black textured hose and 4 inch black evening pumps with rhinestones on the toes.

The dress fit like a dream. The whole garment seemed held I up by my breasts, and out by the black bustier. I looked beautiful. When I shook my head, my long curls caressed my bare back and shoulders. I tried to imagine what it would be like attending a dance next year in a mans suit and tie, but failed.

Lee dressed as his mother and I watched. I laughed as he struggled getting the skirt over his hips.

"I must be putting on weight," Lee gasped. "My weight's down but it's seems so tight in the hips."

"I thought I noticed you spreading a little," I remarked sweetly but a little coyly.

Lee glared at me as he smoothed the dress down. It clung to every curve. Over the last month, our secondary female sexual characteristics blossomed and flourished.