Hope; Embrace It And Find Love
Some hair brained
member of our schools senior class came up with this stupid idea. The
Junior-Senior prom was coming up in a few weeks and in our high
school there was not enough females for our guys. A most likely
reason for that is the girl’s school down the way in the next
adjoining town. It is a sought after school, any self-respecting
female that could talk her parents into it would strive to be
enrolled there. It was a status symbol, those that attended, looked
up to and admired by all the rest. The end result left our school
severally female deprived.
A member of the
senior student council, suggested the idea, a way for all males to
have a date and for the students to make a little money for their
different clubs and activities. The idea sounded good at first, any
sophomore girl that wanted to attend the prom could volunteer for the
prom date auction. Then a week before the prom, a male could write in
a vote for the female of their choice and their respective bid. If
they were the highest bidder, the girl got to go to the prom with her
purchaser and the student council will be richer.
The soon-to-be
major problem had come from another member of my family attending the
school, my idiotic brother. He was mister popular in the senior
class, football quarterback, class president, straight A student, and
member of almost every club on campus. He actually thought his idea
would solve the problem, and the females would love it.
Our area would be
considered high middle class to plain ass rich. That was one reason
the girls school was so popular. The girls at our school were not
dumb though, the idea of some boy buying a date for the prom riled
them up quite a bit. They may be rich but resented the implication of
submitting to an auction for a chance to go to a prom.
The idea had
gotten some interest; a lot of the sophomore girls wanting to go to
the prom pretty bad. The static from the other girls had yet to be
heard from though. The instigator of this charming idea, my brother,
was getting worried, no one signing up yet for his auction. The word
was getting out, a lot of covert conversations were entered in to by
some of the sophomore girls. Everybody knew they were up to no good,
this particular group was quite upset by a female being auctioned off
for a date. This was just not right in their opinion. Then, an
application appeared for the auction, her name was Hope. They gave
her height and weight, her interests, her likes and dislikes, hoping
to create some interest.
Days before the
write in voting, there were lots of conversations springing up all
over campus. Mainly females, but also some of the male nerds were
being invited into the plot. In a last minute attempt to salvage his
idea, my idiot brother suggested that instead of one male getting the
right to escort Hope to the prom, that all the guys bid on her with
the total amounts of the bids going into the fund. They would then
share Hope, each getting one or two dances with her during the
evening. That idea kind of landed with a thud, since no one had seen
a picture of Hope yet, in fact no one had heard of a female student
named Hope.
The next morning
several social media pages magically appeared, each sporting pictures
of Hope. The guys flocked to the pages, and soon there was talk of a
bidding war for Hope’s hand to the prom. The guy with the largest
bid hoping to get a few more perks from her in the deal. I briefly
looked at the pictures. She was pretty, also looked quite familiar; I
knew I had seen her somewhere, but not sure where or when. I guess
because my brother had come up with this insane idea, all talk about
the idea and the vote conveniently avoided me. No one was talking to
me about anything. I think the situation could be best described as
me being suddenly perceived as a social outcast because of him.
Now we get to me,
a sophomore, fairly good grades, but not as good as my brother’s. I
would be hard pressed to come up with anything I was a member of, or
any sport I played. I did play a few games of handball when I was a
freshman, before I got beat by a mousy little girl fifteen to zip.
That was the last handball I played.
I was five foot
nine inches tall, weighed a hundred and forty pounds, and was
basically a straight up and down pole. My only feature that I liked
was my shoulder length hair. It was blonde like my mother’s, not
brunette like my idiotic brother’s. No he man shoulders, in fact,
any muscular development could not be found anywhere on my body.
I attended the
football games with the other students at school, hoping to see my
brother get flattened by some big husky lineman. We might have been
brothers, but there was no brotherly connection to each other what so
ever. Before this came up, I got along with the female students, we
talked a lot and I helped some of them with their homework. In turn,
they helped me with subjects I was having trouble with. Then, my big
brother stepped in with his brain fart, and I was ostracized by
everyone. I could tell he was worried, if his idea failed miserably,
his reputation would take a beating. Two days before the vote was to
be held his date for the prom dropped him like a hot potato. He
panicked big time, but the militant females in the school had already
gotten to the other girls. He tried anybody, and everybody, trying to
secure another date for the prom. Absolutely no interest from anyone.
Then the
principal of the school stepped into the fracas, changing how all of
this was set-up. The guys could offer a bid, but the girl would chose
who she would go with. Since the bids were for the school’s
benefit, she allowed them all to be collected for school use, but the
female would have the right to choose her own date. In other words,
if the guys entered a bid, their bid would be collected, but no
guarantee of a date; it was up to the female who she would choose. A
few more girls entered their names, but that turned out to be only
three more after the dust settled.
Still no one had
ever seen Hope in person, the talk about who she really was occupied
everybody’s conversation, both males and females. I knew my brother
was worried, his appearance at the prom without a date would
seriously mess with his reputation. He even went as far as borrowing
some more money from our parents so that he could increase his bid
for Hope, his last ditch effort to save face. Mom was dead set
against it, she disliked his idea from the start, but didn’t say
much because Dad stepped in and tried to sooth things out. The jury
is still out on that verdict. I don’t think Dad will escape
unscathed either. From the look on Mom’s face, I am quite sure of
it.
I had just
finished my last class for the day, heading for the bus to get home.
I was intercepted by a group of girls and steered into one of the
classrooms. There were five of them in total, Jamie being the most
outspoken, and apparently the ring leader in this encounter. I was
helped into one of the chairs we used for class, and Amy set on my
lap to insure I didn’t get away. I rolled my eyes back into my
head, dreading the words that would escape from Jamie’s mouth.
“We need your
help, as you have seen this idea of your brothers has upset quite a
few people. We are not possessions to be bought and sold, no matter
what the end result is for. We have come up with a plan and now need
the assistance of Hope to complete this exercise.” She was looking
me square in the eye, seeing if I had made any connections yet.
I told you I was
not that smart, my mind was working on it, but no revelations. Then
like a bolt of lightning had hit me, I knew who Hope looked like, me.
I struggled to get up, wanting to have nothing to do with any of
this. Now I knew why Jamie was on my lap, her being one of the bigger
girls, she easily kept me seated at the desk.
“We used one of
your pictures and photo shopped it to create Hope. It is our idea to
make your brother pay dearly for his poor choice of words and lack of
good sense. There will be talk among the guys on what they will be
bidding for, the chance to escort Hope to the prom. That should make
Tom increase his bid to save face. It is our intention to get every
last dime he has in retribution for his callous attitude towards
females. He has already been told that no other female will go with
him no matter what his bid. Everyone not involved in this fiasco has
already turned him down for the prom. His last chance is Hope. We all
have kidded him about his inability to get a date, such a poor excuse
of a male, a supposed leader in our school and football, now a nobody
without a date.
“Our idea is to
have you be Hope, dressed to the nines to be his date. A little
uncertainty on your part as to whom you will go with, but finally
agreeing to be his date. Then after the prom is winding down, you
unveil yourself and our mission is accomplished. The total
destruction of his sexist personality. The only date he could obtain
was his brother dressed as a girl! From now through college he will
be labeled for who he truly is, not this fantastic student and sports
star.
“We have
avoided you to keep him off the track; we think his stupid ideas and
attitude, has also ruined your social life. We have talked with your
Mom, she likes the idea and will answer any questions you might have.
The girls have all joined together and bought you a total
transformation at the Salon, a gorgeous prom dress and all associated
lingerie, makeup and shoes. Please do this for us, we will be with
you every step of the way, to hold your hands and help you fit in.
Afterwards, we will see that you get ample rewards for your effort,
for doing something no other male would likely do for his friends.
“It is also our
part of our plan, to have you attend school for one day as Hope, to
whet his appetite. Everybody in the school other than your brother
knows about this and will ensure you have a pleasant day. Even the
teachers are in on this, including the principal. Then the day of the
prom, a pampering at the salon all day, then he will pick you up at
the salon. Please do this for us, you are aware of his attitude, he
needs to have a little of it knocked out of him. Pleaseeeeeeeeeee.”
I was quiet for a
few minutes, Jamie is asking a lot of me. I debated stepping aside,
me dressed as a female not the easiest pill to swallow. Finally, my
desire to embarrass him won out and I agreed to help them. The girls
delivered me home soon thereafter, even coming in with me to talk to
my Mom. My brother Tom was at football practice still, so it was
just the girls, Mom and me. Mom made sure I understood what would be
involved, this was not going to be some put on a dress and show up. I
would be totally converted to the female sex; on the outside, I would
be 100 % female. The gown they had in mind showed lots of cleavage
and was strapless, so creation of that cleavage would be necessary
part of my transformation.
Tomorrow after
school I would be converted to the female sex for my day at school,
then the day of the prom a more detailed conversion and dressed in my
prom attire. I would stay at Jamie’s tomorrow night to keep Tom
from seeing me, then ride with her to school. Tom, picking me up at
the salon, would insure him not connecting me with Hope. As an excuse
for my male absence, he will be told that I will be staying at my
aunt’s house for a couple of days.
The girls left,
Mom and me still talking about what was to happen. “Just go with
the flow, you will get to feel what it is like to be a female that
might come in handy one day you never know. She had contacted the
salon giving them her permission for the changes. I still had to sign
for the treatments when I got there, after it all had been explained
to me. In bed that night I couldn’t get comfortable. I laid there
wide awake, trying to figure out why I had gave in so easily. The
fact that I had a crush on Jamie since forever, might have had
something to do with my acceptance. I was surprised that Mom had
agreed to me joining the other side, in the past, she had discouraged
me from dressing as any kind of female around Halloween. So why now
the sudden turnaround? Lots of questions, unfortunately no answers.
The next day at
school, it just dragged along, but finally the bell for the last
period rang and I was escorted off the school grounds, and down to
the salon by Jamie and her group. Greeted cordially by a member of
the salon staff, then taken to a room at the back of the salon. Two
ladies explained all of the things that had been decided on for me,
making sure I understood what was involved and how long the changes
would last. The breasts and hair were the longest lasting items,
three weeks before they could be reduced to a more masculine size and
style. I listened with interest, but not as much as I should have. I
signed the permission slips and they started on me. Today just some
changes to my eyebrows, ear piercing and glued on breast forms. Of
course, a feminine hairstyle, and clothes suitable for a high school
sophomore. Makeup was to be included, Jamie to help me in the morning
before school at her house.
Four hours later
I emerged from the salon, even I didn’t recognize the female that
walked to Jamie’s car. Nothing like my former self, the hair alone
changing my appearance significantly. Dressed in a skirt and blouse,
stockings and heels, my image said all girl. A quick trip to the mall
for some exposure for the new me, although I just wanted to get
somewhere to a bed and lie down. Walking was awkward in the heels,
but they made me walk around our mall for an hour taking in all the
feminine delights in the store windows before we made it the rest of
the way to her home. It was only nine P.M. but I was beat. The stress
of the day and the salon had taken its toll on me, maybe not
physically tired but totally mentally drained.
I was given a
nightie to wear to bed, using the guest bedroom in her house. I was
disappointed that I didn’t get to share her bed, but knew that her
Mother would frown on that probably. I awoke to a warm body behind
me, her arms wrapped around my body pulling me tight to her. That is
where her Mother found us the next morning, although nothing was said
to me, at least. I got dressed in my new girly school clothes, had a
glass of juice and we were off. Jamie did my limited makeup and made
sure my hair was adequate. Surprisingly, a brush eased the style back
into place.
I didn’t get a
chance to see my image in a mirror, not familiar where her mirrors
were located in her house. From the looks I was getting at school, I
must have looked pretty good. Most of the guys greeted me with open
mouths, lust filled eyes and on occasion some drool dripping from
their mouth or a low grunt.
Other than that,
the day at school was not that bad; everybody treated me as a female
getting doors for me, or helping me with a chair. The girls kept me
in their conversations, or give me a wink when I was being appraised
by another young male. The encounters with Tom were the most
rewarding for me. He tried to engage me in conversation several
times, I just ignored him, and walked on like he didn’t exist. One
of the girls snapped a picture of his face after I walked off,
despair and almost in tears was what the picture showed, causing a
very good feeling to come over me.
The entering of the bids had been going on all day, the different
guys talking about how much they bid for my hand at the prom. I am
sure that only made Tom that much more miserable. Finally the last
bell rang, and we made our way to the auditorium for the results of
the bidding. Then the females involved would have an hour to decide
if any bid would be accepted.
The other three
females did real well raising over three hundred and fifty dollars
for the class funds. The girls had already decided who they would
pick, so they told the principal and she made the announcement. Three
very happy couples left the auditorium hand in hand. A lot of the
other guys who bid on the three coeds left also, leaving only the
ones that had placed a bid on me. Still when I counted the number of
guys left, I was impressed, thirty one guys had bid on me, raising
over a thousand dollars for the class fund. I was given the list and
I walked off stage to make my decision. We had decided to take the
whole hour to make the decision adding some drama to the event.
It was a foregone
conclusion that I would choose Tom if he placed the winning bid. That
was almost a certainty, the situation he had been placed in, forcing
a winning bid. When I looked at the list again and saw what he bid, a
smile came to my face. Of that thousand total, his bid was almost
half of it. It was left up to me on how I would inform the group of
my decision, I walked back on to the stage approaching the principal.
I whispered in her ear my date, and then stood and stared at my
admirers. I decided then to change what I would do on prom night.
Yeah, I wanted to embarrass my brother, but also wanted to make the
rest of my admirers somewhat happy.
I gave Tom a hug
and a little squeal, a prequel to my unveiling tomorrow. I rushed
from the stage, found Jamie and we headed home. The next day my
appointment at the salon started at seven A.M., so some sleep tonight
might be a good idea. Last night my lying awake trying to come to
terms with my feelings had cost me several hours of rest, I hoped for
a swifter entrance into dreamland tonight. Jamie complimented me on
my behavior at the school meeting, thrilled at my little impromptu
reaction to Tom.
I told her I was
going to change the plan for tomorrow, I will still get Tom, but I
wanted to give the other guys some reward too. She smiled figuring
that I would do that anyway, just something that was in my nature.
When we got to her house, I received a passionate kiss, leaving me
breathless and breathing hard. I was still standing by the car when
she stood in her doorway asking if I was coming in, or was I going to
spend the evening outside? I hustled inside with my heels clicking
along on the sidewalk. Her mother greeted me as I came inside, giving
me a stare, but also giggling some at my actions. My smeared lipstick
apparently quite comical.
The evening was
subdued, not much to talk about, the coming day’s transformation
taking up most of my mental capabilities. I did get to bed early,
seven A.M. comes way too early for a new inexperienced female.
Brushing my hair, getting dressed and something in my stomach took
almost an hour; gawd what will it be like when I am fully
transformed. Mom came by to carry me to the salon, her wanting a peek
at her new daughter. From the look on her face she was not
disappointed.
The rest of the
day was a blur, stripped quickly of my clothes, my breast forms
removed and a cream spread over my entire body. Even junior got
covered in the sweet smelling cream. My nails were worked on as the
cream did its job, the long extensions on my fingers painted a deep
red the end result. It took them about an hour to get the nails to
look that good, gluing on the extensions, a base coat, three coats of
polish and a topcoat making them glisten as if they were diamonds.
The cream got removed, my body hair with it. I didn’t have that
much to start with, a peach like fuzz in some areas, a little longer
in the genital area. But no matter now, it was all gone. My beard
area got the same treatment, since I had yet to start shaving, they
told me now I would not have to in the future.
My eyebrows were
next, neatened up they called it, extermination in my words. There
couldn’t have been more than twenty hairs left on each brow, the
arch now very obvious and feminine. Yesterday they had shaped them a
little, today they made them over to these ultra-feminine delights. I
received another piercing in my ear, apparently one is not adequate
for a young female teenager these days. A long chandelier earring in
the bottom hole, a diamond stud in the upper hole. The holes were
lasered in, no need to worry about the holes closing up later in
life.
Then they started
on my body. As I was laid on a table, my feet were placed in stirrups
jutting out from the end of the table. Spread wide as if making a
wish, then a cool spray and all feeling down there is lost. I am not
sure why I would need to have junior hid, I wasn’t planning on
taking off my dress, either before or after, the prom. I know a lot
of virginity is lost on prom night, but since I was not really a
female I definitely had no plans in that regard. Then, as my date is
with my brother, Ewwwwww!
One look
afterward, and sex might be possible, the perfect slit with two puffy
lips surrounding the Promised Land. It sure looked inviting, gawd I
am in need of serious therapy even thinking about it. Then my tech
had the nerve to tell me that I could have intercourse, just not the
well hung studs. I have seen Tom naked and he is anything but well
hung, but still I might have to vomit on that thought.
The attention now
moved to my chest, where two plastic cups resembling a breast are
glued to my chest. Hoses are attached to the cups and a pump is
turned on. The sudden suction catches some loose flab pulling it into
the cup, the first step toward breasts. I sure hope the size of the
cups is not indicative of the finished product. If so my dress may
have trouble holding all of the new me inside the confines of the
bodice.
To keep my mind
off the expansion on my chest, my hair is shampooed and conditioned,
then cut into a feminine style. According to Sally, my hairdresser
for the day, a layered cut, blended to frame my face and drape over
my bare shoulders in the dress. A multitude of curlers were added,
then warm heat from a dryer started flowing over my head. At that
point I drifted off to slumber land, the warm air and the pulsating
suction of the pump, making breasts, slipping me into a restful
sleep. An hour later, the dryer was turned off, the curlers were left
in till the breast pump had done its job. Two hours more and the
pulses stopped, signaling a full cup and my status as a female, a
vagina and two perky C cup breasts now proclaiming to the world that
this body is 100% female.
They applied a
little heat to the cups filled with my breast material, the cups
softening and almost fading away. If touched they were still there,
but most would think they had touched a real breast. They jiggled as
my body moved, much like real breasts might move. Since they looked
like a breast, are shaped like one, and were actually my own tissue,
I can safely say they are my breasts. Quite likely a long term
resident on my chest. I need to think about that later, since makeup
was being applied to my face and my curlers were being removed, my
mind had all it could handle at this moment. The image before me was
even more beautiful that the social media pictures that were showed
around.
I was taken to
another room and helped to get dressed. I shuddered often as one of
the beautiful lingerie pieces were pulled on to my body. Of course, a
matched set, all done in black lace. The corset was so beautiful, but
once on it gripped my body like it was a vise. The laces as they were
tightened shrunk my waist to ridiculous proportions, while accenting
my hips and breasts. A gorgeous pair of silk stockings were slipped
up my legs, causing all kinds of pleasant sensations to flood my
overworked and stressed mind. The tightness of the stockings as they
were attached to the corset, just made things worse. The panties
maybe the most disturbing of the items, as they caressed my now flat
front so tightly.
Then I got a look
at my dress. First impressions was where is the rest of it. It indeed
was strapless, fitting my new enhanced breasts so tightly. From there
it sloped down my torso to mid-thigh, not a wrinkle to be seen as it
conformed to my body. In fact, to get the zipper closed on this dream
dress, the corset had to be tightened again. I still could breathe,
but getting a full breath was impossible. Only short breaths now
possible. Said dress did cover my stocking tops, but any movement of
my legs exposed some of the lace tops.
Then my feet were
slipped into my heels to be worn with the dress. Black patent leather
with a five inch stiletto heel. One thin strap to help hold them on
my feet and an open toe to show my red polished toes peeking through
my stockings. Standing in the heels required some adjustments in my
posture, as all of my weight was now on the balls of my feet. I tried
a few steps trying to figure how to maneuver in the shoes. I am sure
I will be hanging on to any male dance partners since even walking in
the shoes took my complete undivided attention.
Pictures of me
were taken, presumably for my Mother or other interested parties.
First to arrive was Jamie, her squeal as she saw me in the lobby sure
to be heard for hundreds of miles. After the prom, she would see to
my transportation to her home and my deflowering. I gave her a look,
but she ignored it, I guess I do have something to look forward to.
My heels were
already making my feet miserable, so I sat on the edge of one of the
chairs in the lobby. That is where Tom saw me when he entered.
Immediately his mouth was open, his tongue trying to keep any drool
from leaking out. I have seen him with a lot of dates, this however
seemed to be different, maybe because he was so desperate. He took my
hand and we left the salon. Outside he had his car, I knew it would
not be a limo, since he had spent so much on the bid, there was no
money left for anything else.
Straight to the
prom, no side trips, no dinner for his prom date tonight. With the
condition of my stomach at the moment that was probably a good idea.
When we got to the venue he parked the car and leaned towards me. I
put my hand on his chest to keep him a safe distance from me. I
decided that he needed to hear the truth, I had something in mind
that would insure his compliance and sufficiently deflate his big
head.
“Tom you need
to know something before we head in. The time for your reckoning is
now soon to be realized. Your idiotic idea has backfired on you, too
many females have been pissed off and now you have to pay a penance.
Now we can do this the easy way or I can make your life hell swiftly
and completely. I need you to go to every female at the prom,
apologize for your stupid idea, and ask for a dance. Treat each
female as a treasure, to be valued and cared for. After the dance ask
for a cheek kiss, proof that you have done as I asked. If you get
every female to kiss you I will not reveal who I am in front of
everyone. We will start with me when we get to the dance floor, a
sincere apology, a caring dance and I will kiss you on the cheek.
Then on to the next girl.”
“To prove my
ability to disgrace you, who knows that you wear boxers to bed every
night, Looney Tunes boxers I might add.” I could see the
realization sweep over his face, he mouthed ‘Harry’ and I nodded.
“Now do as I say and things will be rough but you will live through
it, rock the boat and it will be the worst night of your life.”
He apparently got
the hint, took my hand and we entered the prom. Past the chaperones
at the front and straight to the dance floor. He looked me straight
in the eye, apologizing for suggesting that a female would allow
herself to be bought, just to be able to attend a prom. He held out
his hands to dance and I stepped into his embrace. He held me
properly and once the music started we had an enjoyable dance. He
asked me to kiss him, and was startled as I kissed him firmly on the
lips. No leaning away, no tongue, but it was a nice sweet kiss.
He moved off to
the next female, who just happened to be Jamie. I signaled to her to
just go along, I think as he would have to do this to every female
his lesson would be learned. I watched to make sure he did as I
asked, it became apparent he did understand my threat fully. Jamie
danced with him and also kissed him on the lips, his lips now
sporting more lipstick than most of the girls. After she moved away
he moved his hand up to wipe his lips, I shook my head no, he had
been waiting to see what my reaction would be. He lowered his hand
and made his way to the next female. Word had started to be spread
about what he had to do, a few giggles popping up every so often.
The female would
smile as he approached, knowing that he was being humiliated in what
he had to do. They did get a dance with the biggest jock in school
though, whatever that is worth. Once I saw he was doing as I asked, I
found one of my suitors and asked him to dance. I held them close,
laying my head on their shoulders as we danced to the music. The
whole time there was not a fast tune played. All slow romantic
numbers where you could hold your partner close and affectionately.
Half way through the prom, I had found everybody that had entered a
bid on me, a least they got something for their money.
I was watching
Tom from afar, he managed to dance with most everybody, a few girls
turned him down after the apology, but not many. He wandered over
towards me, asked if he could have the next dance. I had to smile his
lips were redder than mine, and oh so delectable looking. I relented
and put my arms around him. He pulled me tighter, allowing my head to
lay on his shoulder. He whispered to me a thank you for being so nice
to him, he knew he didn’t deserve it for how he had treated me over
the years. He has learned his lesson, Hope had performed her job
well, but with compassion and caring.
As he left the
prom, he was a much wiser person, having learned a valuable lesson
today. I am sure he will handle himself differently in the future in
all his relations with people, both males and especially females.
Before he left, he told me he was going to take a walk and reflect on
this evening, I started to wipe off his lipstick from his mouth, but
he refused, a reminder of pleasant things to come was his exact
words.
Jamie caught me
wrapping her arms tightly around me. The next song played, she held
me tightly as we danced to the music. With Tom, I could feel his
penis, but with Jamie it was her nipples. They were hard as a rock,
trying to poke their way through her gown. Of course, mine were not
much better, the fabric of my bodice softly rubbing over the nipples
as I moved making it only worse. Our breasts were smashed up against
each other’s. A delicious feeling I might add.
That night was
quite memorable, an evening never to be forgotten. Harry never did
show up, it was just Jamie and Hope. When we first arrived at her
house, her Mom helped us both get out of our gowns, while Jamie was
in the bathroom her Mom hugged me. Thank you for caring for Jamie and
treating her so well. Both of you have my blessing to share your love
tonight any way you want to express it. Maybe if I am lucky, you
might become a member of our family soon, I for one would welcome
you. I am sure Jamie will approach that subject later. I got a kiss
on the forehead and she left closing the door behind her.
Jamie came out,
walking swiftly towards me, a few minutes later I was without any
form of clothing. I was escorted to the bathroom and set on the
toilet. Have you ever tried to pee with someone tapping their toe on
the floor in front of you? I did manage to get the job done then was
whisked back to the bed. A huge nightie that totally enveloped me was
slid over my head. As I was trying to straighten it out I was pushed
back on to the bed as she followed me, ending up on top of me her
legs on either side of my body. She grabbed my hands and raised them
above my head and held there as her mouth headed to my nipples. The
nightie just barely covering the nipples, her lips quickly pushing
the nightie away so she could get my nipple in her mouth. I took in a
huge breath as she started sucking on it, her tongue caressing the
nipple keeping it hard and erect. This went on for hours, I never did
manage anything other than some kisses to her face. Wonderful erotic
kisses that left both us panting.
Believe me I am
not complaining, it was pure heaven. Sometime in the early morning we
both collapsed, our energy total drained. Junior remained under the
vagina, but I swore she would wear out my covering as she rubbed hers
all over mine, grinding down to be sure I could feel it. Boy I could
feel it, no doubt as to what she was doing. I guess you could say
that Hope lost her virginity that night, more than once. The next
morning we both woke to a smiling face, a smile that never left our
faces the entire day.
It was decided
that Hope was to be the person to complete high school, the rest of
the sophomore year spent getting me a wardrobe and necessary female
accessories to make Hope real. Our Mom’s also decided that both
Jamie and I would attend the girls’ school next year, a much better
place for two females in a loving relationship. Both Jamie and I did
date some males, but it was only for one date, with no expectations
for anything more to come.
Jamie took real
good care of me, seeing that I was attended to as needed, her smile
and glow after seeing to my care more than enough to make me happy.
We did attend our proms in both our junior and senior years, but
chose not to have specific dates, just attended as two females,
dancing the night away in the arms of whoever wanted to dance with
us.
We graduated high
school with honors, with me making straight A’s my senior year. We
both got scholarships for college, Jamie deciding to become a nurse.
I declined the scholarship, instead deciding to become a
cosmetologist at the local vocational school. Jamie is now a
pediatric nurse, at one of the local hospitals and is quite happy.
Jamie is trying to get pregnant, so some time as a mother is likely
in my future. Working with all the young kids, just makes her want
one herself even more.
I graduated
beauty school with honors, and two years later now own a beauty salon
of my own. My salon is part of a national chain, the same as what
first transformed me to the female gender. I have made a lot of males
happy, just like me they just needed to see what their life as a
female would be like, then join the ranks. It is so rewarding
watching as they discover their feminine side, then see them reach
out to make their vision become real.
Well I need to
get home, dinner needs to be prepared and then I need to freshen up,
since I have a lot to do tonight to keep Jamie happy and contended. I
emerged from the bedroom later, a cute baby doll nightie, thong
panties and five inch heels. Of course, fresh lipstick and my hair
piled on top of my head to make access to my neck and breasts easier
for my love. Yeah it is hard life, but oh so much fun. Now when we
have our baby, things will likely get even more exciting.
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2024 by Francesca