UMILI MIONING VU

50-TV FICTION CLASSICS #6

walk to our car. "Thanks mom for the support, I appreciate it."

"Support hell, I'm embarrassed by you...my son, wearing dresses, lingerie, even a bra. Do you realize what would happen if the media got a hold of this story...your step-father would never get re-elected. Look at yourself."

My feminine charms were attracting the glances of passing males. I was embarrassed by their looks of interest. I wanted to cry.

She told me that at first she had intended to help me become masculine, but realized that it would be easier to help me become more of a woman. She said, "I think you have a better chance becoming a normal girl than a normal boy; at least for the time being. But remember you're not a real girl, so watch what you do."

She left later that day with more comments that made me wonder if I would ever be fully a male again. I was left to my agonizing thoughts of my girlishness and what I could do to revive my male instincts..

Chapter Nine

Lee got a call that Sally, the head cheerleader was coming up to visit us for a day. She and Lee were close friends. I was embarrassed at the thought she knew we were spending our summer as girls. We had a great time at the pool. Sally never mentioned our predicament.

That night, Lee had a date so I took Sally out to dinner. We had mostly small talk. It was pleasant to visit someone from school. She didn't bring up my feminization until we were back in her room.

"Chris, What have they done to you? I seems like only last month I saw you and you had all the characteristics of a male."

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"Gee Sally, I couldn't help it. You know how mad Dean Wilcox was at CHI PIPI. I guess it was just easier this way." "Have they totally emasculated you? You have pierced ears, breasts, full hips and long hair. Don't get me wrong, you look like a lovely girl, but how are you ever going back as a boy?"

I sat in humiliation, my long nailed hands resting in the lap of my skirt. "I don't know."

She continued, "Those shapely legs...lift your skirt and show me."

I stood and modestly lifted the hem, slightly. "Come on, lift it more, let me see more."

Seeing I was shy, she pulled the dress up higher.

"What lovely legs," she smiled and pulled the skirt higher. "Even your thighs are soft and shapely like a girls. You're even as smooth as a girl between your thighs. What luscious panties. What's this?"

"That's my control," I said with tears coming to my eyes. "I'm not a sissy."

"Of course not dear, you're like a real girl. I think I like you this way. A lot of my girlfriends wish their men were more understanding of their femininity. It's hard to find a man who will take the feminine role."

"Sally, please don't tease me."

"I'm not," she replied, as her hand slipped higher on my thighs. "I think it's a wonderful hobby for a boy. I hope you'll continue next semester at school."

Sally gently unbuttoned the top my blouse and slipped her hand into my bra. Her fingers encountered my nipples and the fullness of my breasts. She gasped, "They're flawless, unquestionably ladylike." Then she giggled, "They're tit-illating."

I realized that she wasn't teasing me and was sincerely turned on. As her hands toyed with my nipples, I had sensations not unlike the feelings I used to have around girls. These feelings were different, a comfortable nurturing arousal. I matched her explorations with similar responses.

Sally whispered to me, "Let's get out of these clothes." My maleness was ready to be awakened and my passion couldn't have been more ravenous. In other words, everything worked perfectly. I was in love with Sally.

At 4 A.M., we said a passionate good-bye and I promised to see her the first night back on campus.

I must have looked bedraggled when I came in at 4 in the morning. Lee turned on the light and said, "You look like someone assaulted you."

I smiled and said, "You bet, and I loved it. Go to sleep."

Chapter Ten

As it neared our last month of vacation, a few things bothered me. One was that Lee and I were golden tan, however we had completely feminine tan lines. We changed the style of our bathing suits often but our breasts were virgin white. Without clothes, we still looked like we had on a girls bikini.