A Girl's First Jockstrap

by Kozmik Alaska

This is a story of an introduction to crossdressing. Unlike most stories in 
this vein, it does not involve a guy, at least in the first person. This is a 
story about a girl who begins her own personal journey into the world of 
crossdressing.

Our hero is named Amy. She's 19 years old, and attends the local 
University. Amy is there on an athletic scholarship. She's a freestyle 
swimming star, with Olympic gold medal hopes and dreams. 

Amy stands about 5 ft 4 in and weighs in at 115 pounds. Her firm, muscular 
body yields not one ounce of fat. With her short haircut, she could even be 
mistaken for a boy. And that fact is what now brings her great delight and 
fun.

It all started during her freshman year. The swim team was in the 
championship meet at Edison University. As Amy's team, the Scepter State 
University Sharks, was the visiting team, they had the distinction of having 
to use the men's locker room as their changing room. 

The other girls all laughed and joked about having to use the men's locker 
room to change in before the meet. One of the girls joked about the 
possibility that they might surprise a naked hunk of a guy in the showers 
while they were changing. Some of the guys had left clothes in the lockers 
prompting Rachel Smith, yell out a loud "Oh Ick!" upon the discovery of a 
pair of balled up socks. The enthusiasm of the big swim meet had the girls 
laughing and joking while they got dressed. 

Amy was psyched and ready to swim. And swim she did! She took first 
place in her three events. The girls went on to win to the championship. 
Amy tossed her swimsuit into the locker and quickly showered for the bus 
ride home. After she showered she pickup all the stuff on the floor of the 
locker and just stuffed them into her bag. She didn't want to miss the 
ceremony back at school where they would award the medals and trophies. 
Little did she realize the prize she pickup up when she tossed her wet suit 
and towels into her duffel bag.

Once home, Amy tossed her cold clammy clothes into the washing 
machine. After her clothes were laundered, she tossed the whole load into 
the dryer. She was so tired that she didn't even bother to sort them out. 
She just hoisted the whole load into the dryer and hit the start button

As the dryer hummed, Amy curled up on her bed. Her mind was filled with 
the excitement of the win at the swim meet. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "The 
championship! Next Olympic gold." The excitement wasn't enough to stop 
the sandman and soon she drifted off to sleep.

Just then the buzzer went off on the dryer transporting Amy back from the 
arms of Morpheus to her apartment. She picked up her laundry basket and 
went over to the dryer. Amy opened the door and pulled out her laundry 
one piece at a time. Towels, panties, swimsuit, jockstrap.... jockstrap? .... 
jockstrap! "What the hell am I doing with a jockstrap?"  Amy said outloud.

Amy had never really seen a jockstrap up close, so she examined this 
strange garment with much interest. Sitting on a stool, she fiddled with the 
jock's straps, stretching them. "How does this work?", she wondered.

She held the jockstrap in front of her mid section, and smiled a 
mischievous grin. Amy's curiosity was getting the best of her. "I wonder 
what it's like to wear one of these things?" she thought. In one movement, 
she stripped out of her terry cloth robe, and was standing naked holding 
just the jockstrap. She slipped one leg in it, then the other, and then she 
pulled the jock up to her crotch. Amy adjusted the pouch on her pussy, and 
then pulled the straps down over her rear, so she was wearing it like a guy 
would. It fit perfectly. Amy stood there, with her hands on her hips looking 
at herself in the mirror. This was neat, she thought. Crossing her arms over 
small breasts, hiding them, she thought she could pass for a guy. She sat 
on the chair with her legs apart, imagining her self as a guy. The thoughts 
in her head made her quite horny. Amy got up from the chair and 
swaggered across the room and laid down her bed. Soon she was rubbing 
herself through the stiff fabric of the jockstrap's pouch. Her clit was 
growing hard and erect, hard than it had ever been before. Her legs bucked 
and she climaxed in strong waves of erotic sensation.

Amy lay there quietly, quite turned by what had just happened. She drifted 
off to a peaceful sleep.

When Amy woke up, she scratched her head. "What a crazy dream." she 
thought, "me wearing a jockstrap." She chuckled. As she stretched and 
yawned she felt something sticky and wet on her belly. Amy pulled the 
covers down a bit, and put her fingers in the liquid substance on her 
tummy. Puzzled she sniffed at it. What the heck is this? Nah, it couldn't be. 
She took a small taste. Salty. No way! Cum? Whose?

Totally bewildered, Amy pulled back the covers the whole way. She blinked 
in surprise to find that she was wearing the jock strap she had dreamed 
about. Then she got the shock of her life. There was some thing in it. Her 
eyes got as big as saucers. Amy pulled the wide waistband of the Bike jock 
down to find a penis and testicles. Her penis and her testicles.

Amy shook her head in disbelief. She had a penis. She touched it and then 
jerked her hand back quickly as if she had received an electric shock. Her 
penis was stirring into life, and she getting an erection. Amy looked at the 
oddity of it all, from her small breasts down to the head her penis now 
peaking out of the waistband of the jock. It was getting harder, straining 
against the pouch of her Bike jock strap, and it was feeling really good.

Amy stuck her hand into the pouch of her jock. Feeling around she cupped 
her balls in her hand and felt the wrinkled skin of her new scrotum tighten.  
She freed her cock from its fabric prison allowing it to stand proudly erect. 
As if it had a voice of its own, she imagined she heard it calling out for a 
hand job. Amy began stroking her cock, up and down, up and down. She 
had never felt anything like this before. Sparks of sexual energy filled her 
body as she built to climax. Her back arched and she cried out as her 
testicles dispensed their warm wet load of semen. It was all stars and 
moons and planets! "What an orgasm!" she thought.

Totally spent, Amy drifted off to sleep. Soon she heard the buzzer on dryer 
going off alerting her to attend to her dry laundry. `Geez louise! What a 
weird dream,' she said. Still a bit unsure, she slowly pulled back the 
covers, pausing only long enough to think, what if. Breathing a sigh, Amy 
found no jockstrap, and no penis, just her panties and their normal 
contents. She picked up her laundry basket and went over to the dryer. 
Amy opened the door and pulled out her laundry one piece at a time. 
Towels, panties, swimsuit, jockstrap....jockstrap?....jockstrap! Amy 
smiled...she knew just what to do next.