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Birds of a Feather (mf-teens, cd)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1991
Sierra Connection BBS
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I didn't know what to do. Always, when under pressure, I'd known exactly
what to do. This moment defied all past pressure situations. I stood in
the middle of the bedroom, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, nothing to
do but stand there in my sister's exercise outfit and stare.
Brady's eyes run up and down me from head to toe. The blue tights,
white leg warmers, and white top (which appeared to contain two plump
breasts) I was wearing meant my death in this town. The only thought
running through my mind was how stupid I w as for not locking the door.
I always dressed when my family left, but it seemed the repetitiveness
of the situation had made me careless. Brady, my best friend in the
world, had decided to visit and caught me in my full feminine glory.
What could I do?
The trance I was under faded and I made a break for the bathroom,
rubbing furiously at the make-up covering my face.
"Don't!" I heard Brady yell as if my movement had broken his initial
shock, "Let me look at you."
I stopped in the doorway of the bathroom. Brady walked towards me
staring at the outline of my body underneath the tights.
"You make a very pretty girl," he said as he walked closer.
I stepped in the bathroom and closed the door. His sarcasm hitting
me hard and hurting. Tears were beginning to swell in my eyes.... my
damn mascara would run.
The girl in the mirror stared back at me. The lean waist and wide hips
I'd been born with going up to the breasts I had made just moments ago.
My face was beautiful. It held makeup perfectly.
"Open the door, Tyler," Brady said as he gently knocked "I'm not
going to tell anyone. Come out and let me look at you."
I wiped a tear from my eye. He had seen me as a female. He would not
also see me crying.
I opened the door and once again froze, as Brady looked me up and
down.
"You're very convincing," He said as he stared, "You're good with
the makeup and stuff."
I didn't know whether to take it as compliment or sarcasm.
"You have to promise you won't tell anyone," I said desperately
"Not a soul."
"I won't." He said.
I'd known Brady for a long time.... he'd keep his word.
"Under one condition."
Here it was. The blackmail I should have seen coming.
"You have to dress me," Brady said "I've always wondered what it
would be like.
So, if you show me.... I won't tell."
Sudden shock was quickly replaced by overpowering joy. Brady wanted
to dress with me. My best friend as a boy could now be my best friend as
a girl also. I could think of nothing better.
"Are you sure?" I asked fearing it may be a joke.
"Sure," he said confidently "if you make a pretty girl, I know I
can."
He was right. His slender build and smooth features would convert to
a lovely young lady. His thick eyelashes and blue eyes would look
perfect with the right touch of makeup.
"O.K.," I said "Let's do it then. What do you want to wear?"
"Do you think I could wear your sister's cheerleading suit? With
something lacey underneath?"
"Of course," I said, "I've worn it myself. It looks and feels
great."
While Brady got the cheerleading outfit from the closet I went to my
mom's room to invade the "stash" of garments my dad likes my mom in
while they "play." I returned with some red thigh highs and red panties
with bra. A slow smile spread across Brady's face as he saw what I
carried.
Watching Brady pull the thigh high's up over his shapely legs made
me realize that he to was born with a somewhat feminine build. His legs
had soft curves to them and his hips were slightly large. The red lace
panties brought the curves of his hips out even more even as the
leggings emphasized his legs. We put on the bra and stuffed it, giving
him a full figure.
The white cheerleading skirt pulled on easily. A smile appeared on
Brady's face as he enjoyed the feel of the thigh highs and the soft
breeze made by moving in the skirt. When he put on the tight red and
white sweater his body looked absolutely stunning.
While he was doing this, I slipped out of the exercise gear and into
something a little sexier. White hose and garter with matching lace
panties and bra were pulled out my mom's drawer and onto my body. I
finished by putting on a tight blue miniskirt and top with a white belt
wrapped around my waist. I thought Brady's mouth would hit he floor when
I returned to the bedroom. The noticeable bulge underneath his skirt
told me I was very attractive to him just as the throbbing in my
midsection emphasized my attraction to the body of the lovely young
cheerleader sitting on the bed.
I sat in a chair across from him and began applying his make-up.
His face was absolutely made to have make-up on it. When done a
shorthaired beauty of a girl sat on my bed. I could fall in love with
this girl on my bed.
"What about wigs?" He asked.
"I think my mom has some but they are way old, left over from the
seventies probably."
"That's O.K.," he said "I just really want to go all the way, I
mean, as long as we're dressed anyway."
He didn't have to plead his case long. Dressed like that she could
ask me to do anything. It donned on me I was thinking of him as she. Oh
well...
I returned quickly with the wigs. He took the long flowing blonde
one and put it on. I guess he wanted to be the beautiful blonde on the
cheerleading squad. He was.
He looked better than the cheerleading squad.
I put on a shoulder-length brunette wig and turned to look at myself
in the full-length mirror. I was hot! I arched my back slightly sticking
my chest forward and my ass outwards. In the mirror I could see her
staring at my backside. My butt really did look good in this mini. The
cloth barely covering my butt cheeks.
"Let's take pictures." I said lifting my Polaroid from the desk
drawer I kept it in.
We began posing and blowing kisses and having all sorts of fun. The
pictures would be split and hidden. We looked incredible in the photos.
To girls having fun in their bedroom.
"Thanks for not telling," I whispered as Brady lay down beside me on
the bed.
We laid there for awhile, not really knowing what to do next but not
wanting to return to the world of men.
"Let's do this again sometime," Brady said as he rose from the bed.
"O.K., but next time it's at your house. Your sister has that tight
little black mini I've been dying to try on."
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