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Subtle Changes   2 comments

Subtle Changes

By Tiffany wells

 

It is amazing what can happen over time. My name is John and I am just your average 22 year old guy, 5’5” and 120 lb. Well I guess I am a little small for a guy which made it hard when I was in school. I worked a few part time jobs till about a year in a half ago. There was a shop by the mall that had a help wanted sign so I went in. there were 7 woman in there working, turns out they did printing mostly for businesses but also were open to the public. All the women were about my age and very beautiful. I told them I was interested in the job and it seemed the lady in charge wasn’t too excited about me as a possible employee but she agreed to give me a try. Well after a couple weeks she told me I had the job but I would be more in the back doing the business printing and the other girls would be out front.

Now I loved working here with these 7 beautiful woman. All of them had beautiful long nails which was something I always loved on a girl. My nails were really short and looked bad as I chewed them, a bad habit from childhood. Now I had been working here for a few weeks and would walk into the mall for lunch to the food court. That is where I met Sue I actually turned around one day and ran right into her almost knocking her down. She was very pretty long blonde hair, about 5’4” and about 115 LB. Long pretty nails and her makeup was perfect which was no surprise. Turns out she works at the MAC counter at Nordstrom’s. Well we hit it off and started dating.

We moved in together about 3 months later and I was so happy. A few times Sue came to where I worked so we could go out and the girls I worked with liked her and told me how lucky I was which I was. It was about a year ago shortly after we moved in Sue made a comment about my chewed up nails and told me I really should stop chewing them. I was a little upset about this as my mom had always told me that. Well the next day at work I mentioned it to one of the girls I worked with and of course by lunch they all knew about it and all agreed with Sue which didn’t surprise me a woman always stick together. Now one thing that worked out and Sue and I now had the same days off Sunday and Monday so we got to spend a lot of time together.

We had gone out to dinner on Friday night after we both got off and Sue brought up my nails again and she surprised me by saying she was getting her nails done Monday morning which she did every 2 weeks and suggested I go with her and get a manicure and pedicure and start taking care of my nails. I told her I didn’t think that was a good idea. The next day at work I was talking with one of the girls and mentioned the conversation I had with Sue and she also thought I should go and take care of my nails as did all the ladies I work with. Well Saturday night when Sue and I got off work we went out for dinner and I told her I would give the manicure a try so she called the nail salon and got me an appointment at the same time as hers. The rest of the weekend I kept wondering what I was getting myself into.

Well Monday morning sue and I went to the nail salon. First we got a pedicure and it was actually really nice and relaxing. The nail tech put a clear polish on them when she was done and they looked nice and my lower leg felt wonderful I actually enjoyed it. Next came the manicure and it was just as nice. Now my nails were too short to do anything with other than trim the cuticle and polish them. Sue recommended I get a clear gel polish as it would stand up better. Now my nails didn’t really look ant better other than being really shiny. But I did have a fun time with Sue. As we left Sue set up another appointment for us in two more weeks.

Tuesday at work all the girls wanted to see my nails and thought they looked nice. I was a little worried about how shinny they were but within a few days I got use to them and with the gel polish on them I couldn’t chew them as they were thicker. 2 weeks later we went back to the nails salon and got our manicure and pedicure again and my finger nails had grown out to where the nail tech could file them down and they actually looked really nice and I have seen men with nicely manicured nails just like mine so I was okay with it and yes the woman I worked with thought they looked so much nicer.

2 weeks later on our trip to the nail salon I was actually getting use to this and was really looking forward to Sue and my Monday morning routine. Sue and I were talking as we got out pedicure and having a fun time. When we got ready for the polish Sue got a really bright red polish on her toes she smiled at me and handed me the same red she had on her toes and said, no one but me will see them. I thought for a moment and I don’t know why I gave the nail tech the red polish and she painted my toes the same red.

Then it was time for our manicures. Of course Sue had acrylic nails so they did a fill and the painted them the same red I of course got the clear gel again. She filed them back as they had grown out a little longer then I thought they should. I think she left them just a little longer than the last time. Tuesday at work all the girls thought my nails looked fine and so much better than they did when I was chewing them. I didn’t tell them about my red toes though.

2 weeks later Sue and I were back at the salon and getting our nails done and this time Sue didn’t say anything I just went ahead and got the same color on my toes as she did a really hot bright pink. My fingers nails were a little longer but she filed them down leaving them just a little longer. And again a clear gel polish. Now I really didn’t even think about how shiny my nails were any more. They really looked nice with a rounded shape. The ladies at work didn’t see anything wrong with it and thought they looked just fine.

2 weeks later we were back at the salon and it seemed so normal now. This week we got a purple color on our toes. I was really liking the manicures and pedicures. As the nail tech was filing my nails I mentioned something about the length and nice round shape might not be right for me. She told me not to worry she would try something different. She filed them down a little shorter but made them more square on the end instead of rounded. They did look shorter though. The ladies at work really liked the new shape and said they were perfect.

2 weeks later we went to the salon and by this time my nails did look the longest they have looked yet. We got our pedicures and this week we got a deep dark red on our toes and then over for our manicures. My nail tech kept the same square shape and filed them down but left them just a little longer then the last time but they were still short enough I thought. She was getting ready to put the clear gel polish on my nails when she asked if I wanted to try what she called clear pink. I wasn’t sure and said no but she showed me the polish and it really was clear with just the slightest pink tint. Don’t know why but I decided to give it a try. When my nails were done they looked just the same as they did before just clear polish. It wasn’t till we got outside in the daylight that you could see just the slightest pink tint to them. The ladies at work never even noticed the difference in the nails or if they did they didn’t say anything other than they looked great.

2 weeks later we were back at the salon and my nails were looking pretty long but I was getting used to it. We got a pinkish red on our toes and I was really liking the different looks of my toes with the polish. We started our manicures and my nails tech filed them down just a little bit and put the same clear pink gel polish on my fingers and they looked really nice. At work the ladies still thought my nails looked fine and I actually got to work a little out at the counter a few times this week instead of always being in the back room.

2 weeks later we had our normal trip to the salon and this time we got pink color on our toes. After all these trips to the salon my feet never looked or felt better. My feet were so soft and no rough spots. We got our manicures and she filed my nails down. What I found was they were fine when I got them done but 2 weeks later when we go back to the salon they seem a little long but I was use to them now. She was ready to paint my nails and she asked if I wanted to try a polish with just a little more of a pink color called kiss of pink. I looked at it and it really didn’t look that much pinker than what I had on so I said yes. She put the first coat on and it had a slight pink tint to it but when she put the second coat on you could tell they had a pink tint to them and it was really noticeable outside in the sun light. The ladies at work again said nothing other than they looked nice and they were fine with it.

2 weeks later we were back at the salon and Sue and I got that same hot pink polish on our toes. It really was a bright hot pink and looked really nice. We got our manicures and my nail tech left my nails a little longer this time and I just went with it. They were square and about an 1/8 of an inch long which doesn’t seem like that long but it is. This time she had several shades of pink gel polish out and we looked at all of them. Some were just too bright but there was a pale pink color that looked really nice and I don’t know why but I went with this one called pale pink. When they were done with 2 coats it was not a clear polish with a tint they were a really soft pink color and there was no denying I had on nail polish. I also noticed that with this color my nails looked longer. At work all the ladies told me how awesome my nails looked.

Now over the next couple visits I stayed with the soft pink and even once did a pale violate color and my nails were now getting longer and I was use to the soft nail colors on my nails. The problem was as they were longer I broke one of them at work so I had one short nail and it made my nails look funny. One of the ladies at work told me not to worry about it as it happens. Actually by the time Monday came around I had broken 3 of my nails I guess I let them get to long.

Sue and I went to the salon and got our nails done again a red color on our toes and then we got our manicures as she was taking off the old gel polish she was asking me how I broke my nails. I told her at work and I was a little disappointed that I would have to have short nails till they grow out. She said she could repair the nail with some acrylic. I looked at Sue and she said it would keep them from breaking. I thought about it and said sure. I was surprised when she filed all my nails down and then glued tips on and trimmed them down and then put acrylic on all my nails. When she was done they were actually almost as long as when I came in today accept for the broken nails. She put the same pale pink color on my nails and they looked fabulous. Just like Sue’s and the ladies at work accept for not as long. Looking at my nails now there was no question I had acrylic nails and they were pink. The next day at work the ladies thought they were fine and I explained about the broken nails and that this would help me not break them and they all agreed. It did take a little getting used to them as they were a lot thicker.

2 weeks later we went to the salon again and got our pedicures and then our manicures. I also had to get a fill where they had grown out. Basically I got the same thing Sue did accept her nails were longer. She filed them down till they were about ¼ inch long and I got the same pink color. Sue had a really bright hot pink. Now while we were getting our nails done we were talking about our vacation. In 2 weeks we were going to the beach for a week. We had hotel reservations at a hotel casino right on the beach. It would be the last week of August and it would be so much fun. We had booked the hotel Monday night through the following Sunday night and coming home on Monday. It would be so much fun.

2 weeks later we were going to the nail salon then right from the nail salon we would head for the beach. We had everything packed in the car for our trip. We got to the salon and got our pedicures and we got bright red polish on our toes. Then we got our manicures and the fill on our nails. As we were on vacation for the week I asked her to leave them long so she didn’t file them down. Sue got the same bright red polish on her fingers and smiled at me and said as long as I was keeping them long for vacation why not try the bright red. I thought about it and decided to try it. Soon I had really red nails and they were very noticeable.

We left the salon and I drove to the beach. I kept looking at my nails on the steering wheel as I drove. I just could stop thinking about how pretty they were. A couple times Sue had to repeat herself as I was thinking about my nails. As we got close to the beach I also started thinking about how visible my nails would be. Now I have had painted nails and a little long but these were really long and very bright. I mentioned this to Sue and she told me not to worry about it. As we pulled into the hotel parking lot Sue told me to drop her off and she would go check us in and I could get a bell hope to get our baggage out of the car and then go park it and then meet her inside. By the time I got inside Sue had us all checked in and we were on our way to our room. The bell hope brought our stuff up and then after Sue tipped him he said you ladies have a wonderful time. I looked at Sue and she just smiled.

Now I know I am small for a man but I never really thought I looked feminine although my hair is down to the top of my shoulders. I looked in the mirror and I had to admit I really didn’t look male or female as I have soft facial features and I think with the longer hair and of course the nails he just assumed I was female. We unpacked and then went down to get some dinner and again our waitress referred to us as ladies. Every time, even in the bar the bar tender called us ladies.

Now I was wearing my male blue jeans and a grey sweat shirt but I was flat chested also and figured someone would pick up on that. After dinner we went into the casino and played some slots. As a matter of fact not one person referred to me as sir, he or him all night long.

Tuesday morning we got up and got dressed as we were going to spend the day walking the small little town and checking out the shops and of course checking out the beach. Now it was going to be a nice day in the low 80’s perfect for the beach. Sue had on a pair of shorts and a white tee shirt and I also had on shorts and a white tee shirt.

Sue was putting on her makeup when she looked at me and said she had an idea. I asked her what and she told me she wanted to put just a little makeup on me. I wasn’t sure but she said it would be very light and not very noticeable so I let her try it. She put mascara on me which you could see and then just a really light amount of eyeshadow light browns to a medium brown and she was right it wasn’t very noticeable. Then she did a lipstick in a mauve color. It looked kind of dark in the tube but once on my lips it just gave my lips a hint of color. You could kind of tell I had on makeup but not really she did a good job. I was going to go out with makeup on for the first time.

Sue said there was one more thing, I was too flat chested in my tee shirt and I should probably try one of her bras now I wasn’t sure about this but I had gone this far. She tried several of her bras and she finally found one that I could wear although it was really tight. It was a pale pink bra and had some padding in it so it made me look like I had small breast. I looked in the mirror and I really did look like a girl except for the shorts I was wearing. I was a little nervous when we left the room but everyone we met greeted us as 2 woman. We had a nice breakfast and then we were out onto the beach to walk down to the town. Now in the sunlight you could really see the pink of my bra under my white tee-shirt. We had a wonderful day.

That night as we were getting ready for bed I took off the bra and you could see the marks on me from it being so tight. I must admit it was not very comfortable to wear, I don’t know how woman do it. I had gone the whole day though and as far as I know no one suspected I was anything other than a girl. The rest of the week was pretty much the same, I was kind of pawing myself off as a girl as we checked out the shops in the town ore walked along the beach We even walked in the water some it was a fun week and went by way too fast. By the end of the week I had learned how to do the mascara and eye shadow really lightly. You really had to look close to tell I had any on.

Monday came and we checked out of the hotel and then went down to the beach for one last walk. WE stayed till midafternoon as being a Monday we shouldn’t have much traffic going home. It was a little after 3 when we got back to the car and headed for home. On the way we stopped for dinner so it was after 7 when we got home and started to unpack. We went to bed as we were both tired.

We got up Tuesday and started getting ready for work. We left for work and I really didn’t think about it till I parked at work, that is when I noticed how red my nails were and how long. There really wasn’t anything I could do so I went in. none of the other ladies said a word about my nails accept one as it turns out she had pretty much the same color so of course we had to compare nails. Hers were still longer. After this several of the other ladies told me they really did look good and I would have so much more fun now as there were so many wonderful colors to choose from. By the end of the day I was loving my red nails again.

A week later when Sue and I went to the nail salon we got that Hot Pink on or fingers and toes and again I didn’t have them file them down. Within a few weeks my nails were just as long as Sue’s and the other ladies about a half inch long. So now I have long pretty nails all the time and love it.

A supportive girlfriend   3 comments

A supportive girlfriend

By Elizabeth James

My name is Kelly well actually it is Kelly James Johnson which wouldn’t normally be bad accept for my size. By the time I in the 6 grade I was as tall as I was going to get, 5’5” tall and puberty never really hit me. By the time I started 10 grade I still looked like I was 12 years old, no body hair, and no facial hair it was hard growing up. So when I started 10 grade I started going by my middle name James as with my size I didn’t want a name that could be male or female. High School was hard but I made it through, imagine being a boy that was smaller than half the girls in the school. I did 2 years of community college before transferring to a 4 year college. I led a lonely life as it seemed all the girls wanted the tall, strong, athletic guys.

It was the start of my last year that I met Jill, she was a beautiful girl, long blonde hair, 5’6” tall and looked like a model. I am not even sure why but she sat down across from me in the library one day and soon we were talking. She didn’t seem to even notice my size and we became friend and soon we were dating which was a little hard as I was an inch shorter than her and more than once people mistook me for her little brother. At Christmas we started talking and to save money we decided I should move into her apartment as it was a little bigger than mine and closer to school. I was thrilled. It was New Year’s night and we had had way too much to drink and after midnight we got talking and I don’t know why I asked her why she wanted to be with a guy as small as me one people mistook for her little brother. As soon as I asked it I regretted it I mean why risk it and point it out to her. As I said we had both been drinking. She looked at me and said I hope you don’t take this wrong or think bad of me but she did not find tall strong men attractive and she hated body hair or facial hair on men. She told me that for a while she thought she was strange that way. I felt better as she actually did like me for me.

We talked for a couple hours that night till we both stumbled to bed, I am not sure if I was helping her or she helped me but somehow we made it to the bed. In the morning when we woke up somehow I was wearing her nightie and she had on my pajamas. We both got a good laugh out of that. A couple nights later we were talking at dinner and Jill brought that night up and asked me if I had ever thought about dressing as a girl which caught me off guard. I said no as I really had never thought about it even though in high school I got called a girl a lot. She smiled at me and told me I would make a passible girl which no male really wants to hear but before I could say anything she just told me to forget it as she was just thinking about getting into clubs to go dancing. You see she has a fake ID which is how we got the liquor for new year’s but there was no way I could pass for 21 even with a fake id. Now the funny thing is even though I had never thought of it before now it was stuck in my mind you know how someone mentions a song and then you can’t get it out of your head.

Well the next night I brought it up and told her that since she had mentioned it I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind. I didn’t think I could pass as a girl and I knew I wouldn’t have the courage to go out as a girl but I was curious as to what I would look like. Now I must ad my hair is a little long as I wear it in a ponytail I guess trying to look a little cool. Jill told me we would try it this Saturday and see what I looked like.

Saturday came and I was a little nervous, Jill had me shower and wash my hair with her shampoo and conditioner, when she combed it out my light brown hair was just to my shoulders. She used some curlers and a curling iron and actually gave me a pretty feminine hair style. Then she did my makeup, eye shadow, mascara, blush and finally a red lipstick. I could not believe how feminine I looked. She then gave me a pair of her panties pink and a pink bra which she padded out and then one of her dresses which was just a little tight seems even though she is an inch taller I weigh just a little more and then a pair of her heels which actually fit me well. The end result was I looked completely like a girl. I don’t think even my own mom would recognize me if she was still alive. I spent the weekend as a girl and I actually had fun. Jill tried to get me to go out with her but I just couldn’t leave the apartment like this. I know I would pass but there was just something that wouldn’t let me do it.

It is funny as all weekend Jill called me by my first name Kelly. So this is how it went for a while. On weekends we were staying home I would dress as a girl and I was Kelly and when I was not dressed as a girl I was James. Summer came and we graduated and I got to meet Jill’s mom Helen. I only met her briefly at Graduation as she lived in another state. Turns out Jill had not told her she was living with her boyfriend. She told her she lived with Kelly and was dating me James. Her mom was only there for the weekend and had a hotel room so it was easy to keep up the lie as Jill told her mom Kelly was away visiting her family.

Well after graduation neither one of us found good jobs. I turned 21 still looking like a little kid and Jill was turning 21 on August 2. Jill had put in an application in Las Vegas for a cocktail waitress at a big casino and they had offered her a job starting on August 10th and as I didn’t have a job here we decided to move there and see if things were better.

Now are plan was to fly to Las Vegas on Sunday morning August 8th, We don’t have much to move, a TV some dishes and clothes so what we can’t take on the plain we will just ship down there by FED Ex to the Hotel we are going to stay at till we find an apartment. The only issue was money but Jill’s mom Helen let us use her credit card to pay for the airline tickets. Now with this she knew we intended to live together there she still didn’t know we had been living together for a half year already. Now as it started getting closer we both got a little nervous and wondered if we had made the right choice which I guess is normal but we were going ahead no matter what.

Now I was thinking about my weekends as Kelly, I know that is a strange thought but I realized I would probably have to stop this at least for a while. Now Jill had some things she had to do on Saturday the 7th and I figured I would take the opportunity to spend one last day as Kelly before we move. I didn’t mention this to Jill as I have actually gotten pretty good doing my own hair and makeup. Jill must have been thinking the same thing as she mentioned maybe I should spend Saturday as Kelly and maybe we could go out for dinner that night as we would be moving away the next day. I told her I would be Kelly but wasn’t sure I would be able to go out.

Saturday I got up and got all dressed as Kelly and Jill tried to talk me into going with her for the day. I told her I would think about dinner but there was no way I could spend the whole day out. Jill gave me a kiss and she was off. Now I was cleaning up the apartment to get it ready so when we left we would get our cleaning deposit back. We lived on the 5th floor and the garbage room was just 2 doors down from our apartment and I just wondered if I could walk down there with the garbage. I had 4 big bags, I grabbed one and cracked the door open and there was no one in the hall. I decided to try it, I opened the door stepped out and pulled the door almost shut putting the lock bar out so it wouldn’t shut all the way. I quickly walked 2 doors down and put the bag in the can and back to the room. Wow I couldn’t believe the rush I got from that even though I was really scared. I took a deep breath and worked up the courage to do it again. Same thing open the door, pull it almost closed and put the lock bar out to hold the door open. Walked a little slower this time but still got back to the room quickly.

I grabbed the 3rd bag opened the door, stepped out and pulled it almost shut when I heard a voice say hi, I spun around dropping the bag. It was Jill’s Mom Helen, She said sorry she startled me and helped me pick up the bag. She said she was here to see Jill. I told her Jill was out for the day taking care of business before she moved. Walked the garbage down the hall and this time walking slower as Helen walked with me and I didn’t want her to recognize me which I didn’t think she would as I really did look different.

Helen finally said oh you must be her roommate Kelly, nice to finally meet you. On the way back to the apartment she asked if she could wait there. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t let her in as she would see the apartment pretty much empty of course I could tell her I was also moving as I couldn’t afford this apartment on my own. Amazing how fast your mind works when you are scared. I told her Jill said she would be gone all day and she said that was too bad as she wanted to spend the day with her before she moved. We got back to the apartment and the door was shut. I got that scared look as I tried the door and it was locked. I was locked out. Helen must have realized what had happened as she told me she felt like it was her fault for startling me. I didn’t know what to do. Helen told me she would take me to lunch I knew I could just stand there in the hall so reluctantly I agreed.

I was never so scared going down the elevator and walking out to her car. I was relieved once I was in her car. We drove to a little café at the shopping center down the street. It was after lunch so it wasn’t real busy which I was glad for. Now we sat there at lunch and we talked and I was scared again doing my best to make sure she didn’t figure it out. We spent almost 2 hours at the café and by the time we were ready to leave I was feeling like I had fooled her as she had seemed to accept me as Kelly her daughter’s roommate. Helen gave the waitress her credit card for the bill. She pulled out her cell phone and made a call.

Now I got scared again when I heard her say hi honey, I am in town to see you before you leave. There was a pause for a moment and I heard well why don’t I take you and James out to dinner tonight. We can meet at Henry’s at 6 for dinner her treat. There was another pause and I heard her say that’s too bad James can’t make it but I will see you at 6 and she hung up. She looked at me and said oh I forgot to mention you were locked out well you can have dinner with us and then go home with Jill. I guess we will be spending the day together. I didn’t know what to say but I knew I had no choice so I said that sounded like fun.

I figured we would go back to her but instead we walked over to a small shopping center and went to a salon there, Helen told me she had planned on spending the day here with Jill before she left. I wasn’t sure what to do so I went along with it. We went in and started off with a pedicure which was actually really nice. They painted my toes a beautiful red color.

Next came a manicure the lady filed and trimmed my nails pretty short and then glued tips on them. I looked at Hellen and she just smiled you will love long nails but if not you can remove them. Again not knowing what to do I went along with it? Soon I had beautiful long nails painted the same red and they were a half inch long.

Next came the hair a wash, trim and set. My hair now looked shiny and smooth and I think a little more blonde. The last part was a facial and this made me the most nervous as the lady removed all my makeup. Luckily Helen was 2 chairs away so I figured I was safe. Creams were applied and a mask and more creams it really was a fun experience At least up to the point I felt a pain on my eye brows. Turns out she waxed them. Once she was done she started my makeup again. She did a wonderful job and did the same color red on my lips as they did on my nails.

I finally got a look at what they had done and I was right, my hair was a little more blonde and my eye brows although they were not overly masculine before they were high feminine arches now but the makeup was flawless. I looked so beautiful. There was no way anyone would know I was not a female. Helen asked me if I liked it and without thinking about it I told her I looked beautiful and thanked her. We left the salon and drove downtown to Henry’s and waited for Jill. Now I was worried as Jill did not know I would be there or what had happened today. We were a little early so Helen and I went to the bar to wait for Jill. Helen called Jill and told her we she meet her in the bar and at this point also told her about me Kelly getting locked out and I was joining us. There was a pause and Helen handed me the phone. Jill asked me what had happened and I gave her a quick rundown without going into too much detail.

Jill walked in at 6 and Helen got up and gave her a hug I stood up and Jill looked at me and said wow girl you look fabulous and also gave me a hug which helped as I was a little worried about all that had happened today. I never thought I would be able to go out to dinner with Jill as a girl. We were shown to our table and we all looked over the menu as we talked. It was very pleasant and with Jill here Helens attention was turned more to her than me.

Helen finally brought up the question Jill had worried about and the reason she never told her mom we were living together, she asked if Jill and James were thinking of getting married. Now to be honest we have talked about it we even went as far to talk about getting married when we get to Las Vegas. Helen looked at me and asked me what I thought of Jill and James getting married and didn’t I think they made a cute couple. Now I had to agree but it is strange to be involved in a conversation about yourself and your future with someone who doesn’t know you are that person. First I did agree that they made a perfect couple and it would be good if they got married. Helen looked at Jill and told her Kelly agreed with her about them getting married and made the comment I would make a wonderful maid of honor. Wow this was getting interesting. Are dinner came and as we ate Helen was still talking about marriage and I felt bad for Jill as she was taking all of this by herself but as much as I wanted to help I had to stay in the Kelly roll. Jill finally said that she was pretty sure James and she would be married once they got to Las Vegas as they both really did love each other. Helen gave her a hug and said that was all she wanted, for her daughter to be happy and as long as she and James truly loved each other and were planning on getting married she could support their living together. This made Jill really happy and me too although I had to hide it.

After dinner as we had desert Helen told Jill she had a surprise for her. Jill asked what and her mom told her she was on vacation for two weeks and had decided to go to Las Vegas with James and her and help us move and get settled in. she had bought another plane ticket on the same flight. All 3 of us would fly out at 9 am tomorrow. Jill was surprised for sure but tried to act happy I on the other had was really worried. Even removing these long nails there was nothing I could do about my eye brows or my lighter colored hair. Helen would notice for sure.

Helen then finally sad she had one more question for Jill and asked when she was going to tell her the whole truth and then she looked at me and asked me the same question. I know I had a panicked look on my face. She smiled and told us both to relax and then pointed out that we had used her credit card for the plane ticket, she had got the conformation for the tickets also including the one for Kelly James Johnson. She looked at me and said it is fine I just wish you two had not been lying to me all this time. I know you two love each other and that is all that matters.

Becoming Daddy’s Girl   Leave a comment

Becoming Daddy’s Girl

By Cari Christi

After a year of having become a somewhat accomplished crossdresser, visiting the transvestite bar on weekend nights had become almost the norm for me. Only a month past my eighteenth birthday, I was both a “regular” and yet still one of the youngest people there. I was often told by men that I was the cutest, the prettiest, and the sexiest “little girl” in the bar.

I loved the recognition of being seen as being quite feminine, petite and being suggestively sensual. One night as I got comfortable on the bar stool I crossed my exposed smooth stocking covered legs and reflected on how it seemed so hard to believe how much had changed in the year since I first walked into this same scary Star Wars like bar dressed overtly in a teensy scandalous black dress, teased blonde wig and five inch high heels.

That first night (at age 17) was terrifying as more than a couple of the lusty naughty old half drunken men tried to corrupt me. Assuming I was a hooker, they had me fleeing from the bar in but a few minutes of my arrival. After that negative and quite scary experience I knew I had to develop more courage, resolve and confidence if I wanted to be out in public as “Cari.” I had to protect myself from the many sleazy characters at this club that catered to transgender, gay, straight and bisexual folks.

What helped me most was my developing friendship with the bartender. He helped me understand the madness of the club’s environment as my naiveté was quite natural due to my youth and lack of experience. “Johnny” also liked how I tipped and helped by always telling me who it was safe to talk to and with whom it was not.

Johnny was my official protector there and even introduced me to a nice older man with whom I shyly developed a friendship. In time it grew to a bit more and after almost a year it was on my first date as a “gal” with him – that my life unexpectedly changed far more than I ever would have dreamed or wanted.

At the time I felt so guilty for surrendering to a man. I did not realize how powerful it was to be female in the arms of a man. I actually came to enjoy being this man’s “girlfriend” for a few weeks, but my surrender signaled the beginning of how I came to change and evolve into a new view of my femininity in the future.

As an attractively dressed 5’5” 130 pound slim, blonde and femininely made up and perfumed gal – I was fortunate or “unlucky” (depending on one’s point of view) to be constantly ogled and approached by men and even the occasional woman. Now that I was no longer the complete virginal innocent, I was now at least swimming a little more comfortably in this club’s dubious ocean filled with everything from minnows to sharks!

I naturally began fantasizing about scenarios that were more erotic and more feminine in nature. I pushed the feminine envelope in my dress and behavior but I was still a “shy girl”. I was not particularly overt about my sexuality because I was still a little in denial of my first affair. I had a girl friend of mine that I befriended at the club who loved bondage and discipline. At the time it seemed far too extreme but at least fascinating to me. People at a club like this seemed to love all kinds of kinky things and I must admit I was at least quite curious.

In my personal fantasy world I found Lingerie models and French Maids to be just a couple of many ideals I thought were ultra – feline. When a casual conversation with a man at the bar that “Johnny” endorsed went to a discussion of my own personal fantasies – I found myself being bought many a drink by him. Suddenly I was more than willing to share what was perhaps far too much with him.

Roger was a unique man and perhaps the most popular male character at the bar. At almost six and a half feet tall he was very manly, quite comical and very outgoing. He looked like and was built like a professional football player and had a natural way of owning a room.

When Roger arrived at the bar it was always like it was when the party started. His humor and generosity was always on full display. All the girls flocked to him and he bought many a round for the girls and even the entire bar. He was unique in so many ways – especially in a place where there was far more desperation than charity and more frustration than kindness.

I was always flattered when he showed an interest in me but it wasn’t until one of my girl-friends told me that was quite smitten by me that I would never have known otherwise. I loved it when he bought me drinks and joked with me. He was genuinely funny and articulate. He was also a very successful broker in the investment industry. I always seemed drawn to class and elegance and he was unique in the Jacques Ocean!

Roger well was over twice my age and literally more than twice my size. I found myself being drawn to him in ways I had never before had understood. In some ways he was like a Father figure to me and others he was both a protector and friend. He would walk me to my car at the end of many a night. When our discussions eventually led to my fantasies on that crazy night – I spilled more in my inebriated state than I have ever admitted to anyone ever.

Another first for me was handing him my address along with my cell phone number that very night. Though I was at college here in Boston on weekdays, I lived in the city and was all guy during the week. Dressing up was a hobby and a love – but not a way of life for me except on the weekend.

Perhaps thanks to the bartender’s advice I found myself trusting him implicitly. I never had trusted anyone this completely, even the man with whom I had first became a “girlfriend” to. I admitted I would look forward to meeting him at the bar the next week and we planned to do so.

On Wednesday when I got back from class, there was a package waiting at the door of my apartment. I couldn’t figure out where it came from but it was marked “urgent”. It also had my female name on it and I was embarrassed about that! It had come via UPS and was apparently from a woman’s clothing store. Inside I found a small red plaid skirt, a short sexy semi sheer white blouse, white stockings, a black bra, and a garter belt! There was a card in an envelope and I kind of knew who was responsible for my gift even before opening it!

The “schoolgirl” outfit was one of the fantasies we had both talked about. I was shaking in nervousness and a strange excitement as I tried to open the note. It was short and simple. “Hi Cari – I believe in helping people’s fantasies come true. Do you dare?” – Love “Daddy” PS I’ll call you soon.

So many emotions hit me at the same time. I was stunned, happy, scared, excited, aroused and afraid I had been far too honest. I found the sensual items so irresistible – I had to see if these items fit. I grabbed a pair of my five inch white high heels and got immediately dressed.

As I tried on the dress and the blouse they fit perfectly. Suddenly I recalled more of our late night conversation. Plied with a half dozen free drinks I’d spilled everything from my waist size to my dress size to him when he had asked. He had a plan even then. I was embarrassed yet actually quite flattered by it all.

The feel of female clothing was the powerful aphrodisiac that was probably responsible for my first dressing as a girl as a child. I was smitten and in the mirror I looked so hot and naughty. Even without make – up and one of my many wigs I looked incredulously female and decadently hot.­ My smooth, slim, completely shaven body looked great in clothes like this! Just the idea of being this tempting young school girlish creature made me crazy with lust – yet was I that naughty and bold to ever dare to wear this alluring “tease outfit” for a man?

At 6:30 the phone rang and I purposely answered the phone with a quite soft and sexy feminine voice. I had jokingly entered his number into my phone identified as Daddy and seeing the word “Daddy” come up on my phone lit me into the fantasy almost immediately. My voice was super feminine and I swooned when he told me how much he enjoyed meeting me and that he likes me very much. He asked if I still planned on meet him Saturday and I let him know how enthused I was.

I think he wanted me to be the one to mention “the package”. Finally, after a few fun minutes of small talk, I told him to guess what came in the mail for me. He simply asked me if I liked it. In lots of words I told him how much I LOVED the outfit. When he asked “Would you wear it for me?”- I was almost afraid to answer. I was never more torn. I didn’t want to be a “slut” – yet this nice man was reminding me about the kind of “opportunity” that I had fantasized about!

In a combination of lust, emotion and doubt – I blurted out “I would like that.” I didn’t know if I REALLY meant it but at least half of my soul NEEDED to wear that outfit for him. It was the exciting chance I had dreamed of ONLY if I had the true courage to explore my dreams.

He invited me over to his house Friday Night! He told me that my “Daddy” would love to see his little girl knock on his door all dressed up pretty and sexy in the outfit for him. Suddenly this was all so real. My heart raced and yet my cock hardened! I couldn’t believe that at 7:00 PM on Friday night – This guy who was willing to be “My Daddy” was expecting to see “his girl” knocking on his door in a naughty school girl outfit that left little if anything to the imagination of any man. Could I dare do as I was being asked? Daddy said he would be waiting right at the door for me with a big smile!

Friday at college was an emotional disaster. I didn’t hear either of my professors lectures because my mind was torn up in conflict. I knew I would go home and get dressed in that delicious outfit – but would I dare do it for him? I would definitely get all dressed up…..

At home I made myself up to perfection. My longer length two tone blonde wig made my face seem so sexy and yet innocent. The look was as perfect as was the outfit. My short blouse revealed my flat stomach and naturally narrow waist. The skirt revealed my smooth sexy legs in complete and my smooth round ass could be seen with ease. I just had to add a tight stretch set of panties to cover my bulging 7 plus inch male-hood! The garters and white stockings were in full view. This outfit had almost way too much purpose! It was worth much more than a thousand words!

I never felt hotter and more sensual as I thought of myself showing up like I was dressed at his front door. Could I dare do it? I knew “Daddy” was hoping his little girl would! Men like nothing more than a very good and well behaved girl!

I took many deep breaths knowing it would take about twenty minutes to drive to his suburban home. I decided I would dare try to do it! I would leave early to give myself time to think – and if I decided to courageously knock on the door – I’d at least be there on time. I walked to my car in the cool evening breeze covered up by a light knee length trench coat. I slipped off my high white five inch sandal style heels to insure my driving safety.

After a twenty minute drive, I found the huge almost mansion like home while scouting the distance from the circular driveway to the front entrance. It was only a small number of steps but at Seven PM it would still be prior to sunset and darkness was still far away.

I knew Daddy wanted to see “his naughty school girl’ arrive and parade for him looking so naughty all the way to his elegant front door. As my excitement grew so did my trepidation. There were neighbors across the street and I could easily be seen. Suddenly after a look in the mirror I winked at myself! I knew I wanted to do it! The next time I swung by the house I took a deep breath and drove right into the circular driveway and then parked as close to the front as I could.

I looked out the car windows and realized I didn’t have but a dozen or so steps and just 5 stairs before I could do as asked. I removed my coat, adjusted my skirt and checked my reflection in the rear view mirror. My excitement surged and after another deep breath I opened the door. I nearly fell as I exited my car!

I steadied myself in my 5” high heels and walked quickly to and up the stairs. I felt naked and so exposed on the front porch and wasted little time knocking on the door. I heard a voice – “Just a minute” and as I stood I realized just how truly exposed I was. I looked down at my legs and high heels. I could see my panties bulging! I was here dressed in complete naughtiness for him. What a naughty slut I thought! I guess I was more than ready to be Daddy’s little girl!

It seemed like forever before he opened the door. I think he wanted to remind me just how sexy and exposed I was out there. Standing on his doorstep dressed like such a shameless seductress only heightened my excitement but my insecurity as well. When the door finally opened I realized that his smile was what made me feel so comfortable with him.

I got a huge hug and kiss and suddenly everything seemed all right in the world. In his arms I felt tiny and little girl like. I had already surrendered myself dressed like a sexy and wanton school girl in the most revealing outfit that I had ever worn out in public. I felt a little proud, a little embarrassed, very sexy, and suddenly very accepted for the shamefully naughty girl who I had become. I had done this all for him!

Hearing that Daddy was very happy with “his girl” only made my comfort and happiness surge as he took me by the hand and welcomed me into his elegant home. It was huge and perfectly decorated and he took my hand and walked me to a large mirror on the wall of the large cool living room. As my ridiculously high heels clicked on the hardwood floor I felt wondrous to have surrendered myself to the comfortable trust of this friendly and seemingly caring and quite handsome older man.

I came knew that I was quite emotionally prepared to surrender myself sexually to Daddy and we both knew it. In my drunken honesty a week earlier I had already confessed and admitted my want for various feline surrender fantasies and I was already in almost a state of complete comfort in our role play. Now I felt so sexy and coddled because my “Daddy” seemed very pleased with his “little girl.”

In the mirror I saw my reflection as I felt so tiny and vulnerable next to him. We both smiled broadly at my teensy plaid mini skirt and skin revealing “outfit”. He told me how pretty I was and that I looked just like a high school girl – only much hotter! When Daddy told me I needed a spanking for being dressed in so naughty a way I felt a bit confused at first. He by the hand to the couch and had me lay on his lap on the couch. Now it seemed to make all the sense in the world to me. I was a “naughty girl” dressed like a seductive school girl – and I knew I deserved a spanking from my Daddy!

Daddy pulled down my panties. As I got a few coy and gentle spanks to my naked bottom I found myself lighting up in excitement. For the first time in my life I was thrilled with what felt like was complete surrender. As Daddy’s firm spanks got a bit more severe I found my cock straining in my panties. I was more than enjoying the heat my bottom was getting from my Daddy’s huge hand! All the time Daddy checked in with his little girl making sure it did not hurt too much but also getting me to admit to him that I was indeed a naughty girl!

When Daddy asked I told Daddy I promised that I would be a good girl for him. I had accepted completely Daddy’s suggestion that naughty girls deserved a good spanking and the fact that I was getting very aroused only convinced me Daddy knew exactly what his girl needed!

The kisses after he heated my bottom had me swooning and feeling like a little girl who had fallen in love. Daddy told me he had another present for me. I was thrilled and excited and when I learned that it was a sexy black bustier. It was boned, covered and edged in silk lace. When Daddy stripped me naked he slid it onto me and tightened the laces in the back. My waist was so spectacularly narrowed and in the mirror I looked so breathlessly feminine that I never wanted more to be made love to in my young life.

Just one of the many things I loved about Daddy was that he treated me like I was a delicate little flower. He also kindly allowed me to decide on many things at first especially in regard to sexuality. He asked me if I would like to suck his cock. I would reply eagerly with “Yes Daddy” like an innocent girl yet with lots of enthusiasm. I wanted so much to please him and I did my best. Being not the most experienced gal in the world – did not stop me from being pretty good at being a pleasure girl!

Though Daddy was only my second guy, I did seem to end up with guys with huge cocks. Daddy was so well endowed it was incredulous. I went to my knees for him while fearing that his eight inch monster cock was so thick that I had real doubts about my ability to succeed. His cock head was huge and mushroom like and just the act of getting it into my mouth was quite a feat! In spite, I never felt more ready and willing to please and I found a way to take him almost fully and very deeply into my very willing mouth and throat. I was so pleased to hear Daddy’s moans and the many compliments he gave to his good girl! It just made me more and more willing and even enthused to please him!

As I looked up at my Daddy’s face I knew just how right my “role” was. Even though I was half choked and in a bit of duress with his size, seeing his face and hearing his moans of pleasure had my cock swollen and hard as a rock. I never was aware at how much sucking a man’s cock could excite me but I was in heaven in my role and the knowledge that my Daddy was enjoying his girl’s actions and behavior quite clearly. He was as hard as I was greatly enjoying my girlish enthusiasm. He lifted me fearing I would make him go off in my mouth!

Daddy’s bedroom had a full walled mirror next to the bed and for me being able to glance and see me as a stunning and attractive girl in a man’s arms only added to the celebration of my role. Using lubricant and a condom Daddy wanted to start our lovemaking by mercifully having his little girl sit on top of him. It took considerable relaxation techniques on my part to get his huge cockhead inside me. My sphincter strained but once inside me I worked with a great deal of struggle to accept inch after inch until I began to ride my Daddy with genuine and lustful enthusiasm.

Even better was seeing our reflection in the mirror. Having left the lights on was such a great idea. Daddy and his little girl could see the love dance taking place atop his bed. I was so smitten with what I believed to be a beautiful blonde 100% “GIRL” with a teensy wasp like waist riding atop a huge man’s thick cock that I forgot that my dripping, pulsing cock was bouncing frenetically atop his stomach! I could clearly see his huge cock disappearing then re-appearing from my backside.

I was never more turned on by sex or a scene more vividly moving. After perhaps only five minutes of lusty enthusiastic cock riding I was getting crazed in lust and sexual heat. I was finally letting go as a woman. My screams and screeches were becoming so high pitched and so frantic and frenzied. Feeling a big, hard appreciative man so deep inside my girlish body frenzied me beyond belief. It was only natural that my lover responded in complete. Grabbing my tight fitting bustier at the waist he cooperated fully in pulling his girl up and down along his monster shaft so furiously that his little girl was soon a goner!

There are orgasms and there are incredulous mind blowing nuclear anal orgasms. Mine was certainly the latter. Never had I orgasmed simply from anal penetration and never had I felt shivers, quivers and warmth consume my body literally from my toes to my head. I saw stars and felt glorious sensations so pleasurable and powerful that all I could do was fall forward to his face as eruption after eruption overwhelmed me as never before. Breathlessly I cried out with each pulsing eruption until the quivering and full body pleasure waves gradually subsided. I could not believe the splendor and power of what had happened to my entire essence. I covered hi belly with spurt after uncontrollable spurt of my sperm.

Suddenly Daddy began groaning and thrusting wildly and I was so thrilled that I fully and enthusiastically cooperated in meeting each and every powerful up thrust with a synchronistic down thrust. In moments I could feel the heat and warmth inside me in spite of the insulation of the latex that kept my bottom from being filled with his love fluids. Daddy was coming and I was every bit as thrilled as he. To say we were both moved was an understatement of epic proportion.

We kissed and hugged for what seemed like hours completely satiated by our lusty lovemaking. Daddy whispered wondrously naughty compliments in his girl’s ear. Our dialogue was so mutually complimentary that it was truly fun and filled with many an enthusiastic “Oh Yes Daddy!” comment – that was almost comical in nature coming from my bright red lips. There would be many more hours of praise and commendations including quite a bit more Daddy-girl love in his bedroom on this wondrous night!

Daddy and “his little girl” soon became not only “a couple” but also the confluence of what seemed to be the ideal balance of fantasy made reality. He and I so loved to find those things that we both fantasized about and it seemed he always found a way to make happen. Next I was a French Maid. The minimalistic lacy, sizzling, erotically sensual Maid outfits he bought for me were sexy beyond belief.

“His Maid” would later help host a party and serve drinks and food in six inch high heels to Daddy’s guests. At that party I would “serve” “My Daddy” in some very public and sexual ways proving to all that I was Daddy’s good little girl. The people form the club came to know us as in our roles. I was always proud to be “his” in public and I respectfully called him Daddy at the club soon after our first night together. I was no longer ashamed to be a man’s girl!

Two weeks later Daddy helped make another incredulous mutual fantasy came true. In an elegant, rented Vermont Ski Chalet, we celebrated our simulated “honeymoon” together as both ”Husband and Wife!” I was literally carried over the threshold “by my husband” in a sensational sexy white lace mini wedding dress, which I wore for the entire trip to Vermont while in the car. The sexual energy and anticipation during the 3 hour ride had me doing things a couple of truckers may have viewed in the car! I even got kisses from him at a gas station in front of many clapping people who assumed it was our true reality!

All of the splendidly white lace lingerie bought by Daddy for the occasion saw lots of use! That weekend we even celebrated our mock wedding by something very real. I was willingly and completely bred for the first time by my “Husband” and though I didn’t get “pregnant” – being “bred” was just a true highlight of our fantasy and reality life that I will always truly cherish! It was one of the most wondrously intimate, enjoyable, and gratifying experiences in my life! Feeling a man empty every drop of his breeding fluids into me was more than just spiritual. It was a dream come true.

Daddy and I were together as a “couple” for well over a year. The fantasy scenarios grew comfortably and in ways that were always mutually gratifying. We did some wildly daring and exciting things in our “Daddy’s little girl” relationship. His influences forever shaped my view of femininity and the joy of being a transvestite and “girl”. To experience “love” in both a literal and a true fantasy sense as we did was mind blowing and wonderful beyond explanation. As fantasy friends we were both lovers and in reality we were in love in many, many ways.

Because of the success of my passionate and exciting experiences with “Daddy”, I would continue to explore the joys of fantasy and reality. I must admit that in many ways I feel like one of the most fortunate and luckiest people on earth! At times I really both believe that I am and feel that I am female. Being able to live life as both a male and as a female is an awesome and humbling gift that just keeps on giving! “Thanks Daddy – and you do know that I love you very much Daddy!”

Posted November 21, 2015 by missjames64 in A how to post, Author Cari Christi, New Life

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Hi,

My name is Miss Elisabeth James and I am a t-girl (cross-dresser) who loves to read and sometimes write stories about cross-dressing. So I have set up a blog for myself and anyone else to write and post stories true or fiction.

Now for this blog of stories I want to keep them reasonably clean so no graphic sex or child porn will be allowed. I would like to keep stories rated G, PG, or R, no X rated stories will be allowed. If you would like to add a story please e-mail to missjames64@yahoo.com

Story must be in word format 2007 or earlier or a text file.

Please do not submit any stories you have not written yourself or have the rights to. If you do and I find out you have posted someone else’s story without permission you will be removed from the blog and all your stories will be removed not just the one in question

I will not edit stories so please check spelling and grammar and remember the longer the story is the longer it will take me to read and post. Please include name you would like your story listed under (Elizabeth James) duplicate names will have a number after. Please include a few key words for tags in blog for your story.

This is my first attempt at something like this and I am looking forward to it but please be patient if you submit a story as I am doing this by myself at this point.

XOXO

Elizabeth James

Posted October 3, 2010 by missjames64 in A how to post

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