Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2004 09:08:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Libnos <libnos@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissy Girl - TG

Dedication: This story is dedicated to my favorite sissy girl, Lisa.

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are fictional and in no way
represent any living person except in our deepest fantasies. A reminder to
practice safe, protected sex.


				SISSY GIRL

				 By Libnos


It was spring and as I walked across the campus I saw HER coming toward me
with a group of her female friends. She was engaged in an animated
conversation as she past me but I thought her eyes had focused on me as we
passed. It might have been wishful thinking on my part that she may have
noticed me but it gave me a lift for the rest of the day.

SHE was Melanie Parker and one of the prettiest girls at the university we
attended. Her boy friend was Mark Harris, quarter back of the football team
and all round good looking BMOC.  They were both seniors and the most
popular couple on campus as well as King and Queen at the homecoming
celebrations.

I was a sophomore and a shy, lowly, arts student with what I considered a
mediocre talent. No way I was in her league but I did fantasize about her
and spent many a night jacking off in my room and dreaming about her.  My
small frame would quake with lust and longing as I climaxed with the
thought of her submitting herself to me. Later, I would berate myself for
my fixation on what I considered an unattainable fantasy. But in a few
hours I would be at it again.

This state of affairs would have lasted until she graduated or I flunked
out except one day as I entered the Ad building to talk with my counselor I
met HER leaving. She smiled at me with a dazzling display of pearl, white
teeth and actually spoke to me, "Hi, you're Jimmy Dawson aren't you?"

I was so stunned I couldn't speak but managed to nod my head.

"Jimmy, I'm told you're quite an artist and I was wondering if I could have
you paint my picture?"

Still stunned that she talked to me and now that someone indicated I had
talent made me even more speechless but I managed to croak out, "OK".

"Good, would you like to come over to my house some evening this week and
we can get started?"

Again, I managed to croak out, "Sure".

"Would Thursday be OK at 7?  I live over at 723 Hanover".

"Yeah"

"I'll see you then," she told me and proceeded on out the building.

I stared after her until she passed out of sight. Still in awe and
amazement at what had just occurred I almost forgot why I was at the Ad
building but eventually recalled my appointment and continued on
inside. The next two days I was oblivious to most things going on around me
and managed to get to classes, eat and find my way to bed at night in a fog
of acute anticipation.

Thursday evening finally arrived and I couldn't even eat dinner but began
preparations for going to her home. The first night would be a preliminary
session to establish lighting, pose and other items of preparation so I
wouldn't be taking a lot with me. We hadn't discussed what type of portrait
she wanted so we would have to discuss that first.

I drove my old car over to her home, a few blocks from the campus in a
secluded neighborhood and parked in the street. Gathering up my gear I went
up to the front door and rang the bell. The door opened and there SHE
was. I was utterly stunned again by her almost perfect beauty. Her natural
blond hair hung to her shoulders and framed an incredibly beautiful face
atop a full breasted woman's body. I had to remind myself to stay
unemotional and professional or I would never be able to paint her.

"Hi," she greeted me. "You're right on time. C'mon in and we'll go upstairs
to my room. We have the house to ourselves and won't be bothered. My folks
go out on Thursday evenings."

"Okay" I mumbled as I followed her upstairs to her room. I had to tear my
eyes from her undulating hips and ass in front of my eyes as we climbed. I
knew it was going to be very difficult to keep this session professional.

The opulence of her home didn't even register on my mind as I followed her
but when we entered her bedroom I was impressed by the size and furnishings
of the room. She gestured to one end of the large room where a lounge was
centered with several lounge chairs were placed in a semicircle around
it. There were also two floor lamps, already lit, that provided an adequate
light source. "Will this do?" she asked.

"It looks fine." I stuttered trying desperately to stay calm as she went to
over and sat on the lounge.

I followed and sat down in one of the chairs nearby and asked her, "What
kind of portrait did you have in mind."  thinking at that time she probably
wanted a head painting.

"I'd like you to paint me nude." she said, "As a present for my boy
friend."

I was stunned and my face must have shown it.

"You've done nudes before haven't you?"

I had painted professional nudes in class but this seemed to be different
some how. "Yes," I admitted.

"One of the reasons I asked you to paint me is that I was told you were
gay. It seemed to be the safest thing to do under the circumstances."

I sat there with my mouth open. She thought I was gay?

"But I'm not gay!"

"It's alright. Its common knowledge on campus but no one cares. Just be
yourself around me."

"But I'm not gay," I repeated my voice getting shrill in shock.

"Oh, c'mon. I don't care. Let's get back to painting. Should I get
undressed now?"

I gulped back my response with frustration at her lack of belief of my
sexuality.

"So what do you want me to do?" she repeated.

I struggled to regain my composure. It seemed to be so very important that
she know I was straight but I couldn't argue with her if I wanted this job.

"Just stretch out on the lounge as you are." I told her. "I want to get the
proper lighting set and then I'll do some rough sketches to set your pose."

While I worked she chatted on and was shocked when she innocently asked,
"What's it like to have a penis pushed into your rectum?"

"I've never done that."

"Oh, c'mon. That's how gays do it. You must have done it."

"I never have." I insisted, my voice getting shrill again in frustration.

"Well, if you haven't done it, have you ever thought about letting your
boyfriend do it? My boyfriend wants to do it to me but I won't let him."

"I don't have a boyfriend." as I furiously tried to sketch her from various
positions.

Well, if you don't have a boyfriend you must hang out in that adult book
store over on Grand and that kind of sex is dangerous isn't it?"

I blushed because I'd gone to that book store several times to pick up
videos to look at at back in my room and had been tempted to go into the
back room where the video machines were located.

"Your blushing. So that's what you've been doing."

"No, I haven't."

" Do you really like taking a penis in your mouth. When I get turned on I
love to suck on one. I even swallow his sperm. Do you swallow?"  "No, I
don't do it."

"I don't know why you don't let your hair down with me. Come out of your
closet and admit you're gay. It will be such a relief to admit your sexual
preference is men."

"But, I'm not."

"Oh well, if you're in denial there's no sense in pushing it till your
ready to come out. Do you want me to get undressed now?"

This was the moment of truth but I knew I had to have her body exposed to
take in all the nuances of light and shadow and get the position of the
final lighting set. But I was afraid I would react to her nakedness.

"Yes, I'm ready for that now." I told her with apprehension.

"Oh, good. I was getting bored here." she said as she sat up and began to
remove her blouse.

I almost gasped aloud as she slid her blouse back off her shoulders and
exposed her braless breasts. They were firm and perfectly formed with rose
colored nipples just the way I'd pictured them in my fantasies. She stood
up and unashamedly slid her skirt down to reveal her body, naked, except
for bikini panties. Her body was perfect and I could only stare hungrily as
she slipped her panties down to expose herself to me the lay back on the
lounge.

"I know women don't attract you but do you think I have a nice body?"

"You have a very nice body." I stammered as I tried to regain my composure
and concentrate on my sketching. "Can you move you leg over a little to the
left?" I asked.

"What do you mean? Can you show me?"

I set aside my sketching pad and went over to where she lay. Tentatively, I
reached out and place a hand on her thigh. It was a shock to feel her soft
flesh as she moved her leg back under my touch and suddenly I was facing
her down covered pussy which was previously hidden between her thighs.

"Have you ever seen a woman before?" she asked as I continued to
stare. "Giving pleasure to a woman is the same as giving pleasure to a
man. You just lick instead of suck."

I could only look at the slit seen under the down covering her sex and I
felt her place her hand behind my head and draw me down to meet it. I
slipped to my knees as she spread her legs wide over the side of the
lounge. The smell of her sex was strong as she pulled me in.

"Maybe I can get you to like girls as much as you like boys." she whispered
as my mouth came in contact with her pussy. "That's it. Now lick it. Make
your tongue dance inside me. Find my hot spot. I love it when a man eats
me. My boyfriend won't do it."

My tongue had slipped inside the folds of her pussy and as her hands on the
back of my head guided me I found her clitty and her hips bucked up against
my face.

"That's it. That's it. You've found my hot spot. Work it with your
tongue. Ooooouu!! that's good. Eat me you sweet cocksucker, eat me." she
gasped and moaned as her body began to shake and her thighs tightened on my
head in the throes of her orgasm.

Just when I thought I might suffocate she released me and I slipped to the
floor at her feet as she lay in a post orgastic state.

Finally, she moaned, "That was so good. You must be a fantastic
cocksucker."

Struggling to my feet I managed to reach a chair and fell heavily on to it
as I moaned in frustration, " I don't suck cocks."

"You're still in denial. Well, I'm going to repay you for what you did for
me. Why don't you get undressed while I get ready." she said as she got up
and went into the adjoining bath.

Repay me? I thought. She must be going to let me fuck her and I hurried to
get my clothes off.  My hardon stood stiffly from my groin as I sat on the
lounge waiting her return.

"Here we are. I'm ready now." she said as she re-entered the room.

My jaw must have dropped with surprise and I stared at her as she walked
toward me. She was wearing a large dildo strapped to her waist and she
stopped right in front of me.

"What do you think of this." she asked as she reached out and put her hands
on my head. The large head of the fake dildo pointed straight at my
mouth. "Does it look familiar?"

"I'm not gay." I stuttered as she began to pull my head toward her.

"Would you kiss it for me?"

The head was right at my lips and it was only a kiss so I touched my lips
to it,,

"That's it. Now rub your tongue over it and get it nice and wet. It'll
turns me on to see it."

Again, I complied and ran my tongue over and it felt almost real with a
soft, silky feel.

"That looks so sexy. I'm getting so turned on." she told me and with a
little tug on my head the head of the dildo slipped between my lips.

"There you go. That wasn't too bad was it. Do you remember how you did it
in the book store now?" she asked as she slid it further into my mouth.

"Wrap your lips around it nice and tight and work it with your
tongue. Watch your teeth don't touch it." she told me as I followed her
instructions in a daze. Then holding my head firmly she began to fuck my
mouth with it.

Why was I letting her do this to me? I seemed unable to resist her. After a
few minutes she stopped and slowly withdrew the artificial cock from my
mouth.

"See, that wasn't too bad was it? You looked so sexy with it in your
mouth. It really turned me on and I'm real horny now. Why don't you get on
your hands and knees on the lounge now?"

Without thinking I got on the lounge on my hands and knees and she got on
the lounge behind me. I didn't realize what she was planning on doing until
I felt her hands on my hips and the wet head of the dildo pressing against
my anus.

"Oh no. Please don't." I begged trying to twist away from her but I was too
late as a sudden thrust sent the head inside me.

"Just hold still. You'll really like this." she told me as she thrust again
and it slid deeper into my bowels.

"Please, please." I begged. "Don't do this to me."

Another thrust which wasn't too uncomfortable and I felt as though my body
was full.

"Just relax and let it happen. You'll begin to feel really good." she told
me as she reached down and began to stroke my cock which had remained hard
through my ravishment.

"That's it. Relax. Doesn't it feel good."

She stopped stroking my cock and began to fuck me with long strokes and I
began to feel a sense of fulfillment and submissive contentment course
through my body. I wanted to be her slave and let her do what she wanted to
me. It was such an overwhelming feeling that I began to press back against
her to get more of her cock.

"Good, Good sweet girl. Doesn't it feel so good? Don't you want a cock up
your ass forever? I'm going to cum now. Do you want to cum?"

I could only nod my head and then I felt her hand on my cock again and
quickly exploded on the lounge beneath me.

"Oh, you're my sweet bitch." she moaned as she collapsed on top of me.

We lay that way for awhile and then she moved off me, pulling the dildo
from my ass. I suddenly felt empty without it.

"C'mon girl," she told me, "Let's get a shower and get back to work. We
have classes tomorrow."

We showered and she posed for me for another hour then I left for home. I
had a hardon for the rest of that evening and it was difficult to
concentrate on my work recalling what had transpired earlier in the
evening. I knew I had been changed forever and couldn't help looking
forward to more of the same. She smiled at me when I left and said, "See,
you can come out of the closet now and let the world know you're gay."

"But, I'm not gay." I repeated for what seemed the hundredth time.

"Well, here's something to wear that will remind you of tonight." she said
as she slipped a pair of her bikini panties into my hand as I went out the
door.




The rest of that week went by in a daze and I did start to wear her panties
under my regular clothes. The feeling of the soft, silky fabric against my
cock and balls was fantastic and I had a hard time trying to suppress a
hardon the whole time I wore them. I was beginning to feel girlish and
began to look forward to the next ravishment of my ass and the feeling of
total submission. I was becoming a sissy boy.

When the next Thursday evening came around I parked in the driveway of her
house and went up to the door. I was wearing her panties.

"Hi girl." she greeted me in a robe at the door. "C'mon up to my room and
let's get to work."

I followed her up the stairs and again watching the undulations of her ass
under the robe. It was getting me very excited and I was more then ready to
acquiesce when she suggested, "Maybe it would be better if we started with
some entertainment so we could concentrate on the portrait later." She
removed her robe to reveal her naked body with the dildo strapped around
her groin.

I could only stare with my mouth open. Here she was, just as I'd fantasized
about her all week.

"Well, c'mon girl. Get undressed and lets get with it."

I hurriedly complied and was quickly undressed. She smiled when she saw the
panties.

"I like it when a girl dresses properly. Did you wear them all week?"

I nodded and then she gestured to the floor in front of where she was
standing.

"C'mon. Get on your knees and show my cock how much you missed him. That's
what all sissy girls do."  I quickly fell on my knees and took the large
head of the dildo in my mouth and began to suck and manipulate it with my
tongue as she had taught me.

"Oh, you look so sexy sucking on a big cock. You need the real thing so you
really appreciate how nice it is to be a girl."

I shuddered at the thought but knew that maybe someday I would like to try
it as I felt so content and submissive on my knees paying homage to a
plastic replica.

"Maybe you'd like to try it now." she said as she pulled the dildo from my
eager lips and moved away. Before I realized it her place was taken by a
large male body and I was confronted with a real cock dripping precum with
hairy balls sprouting from a hairy groin.

Suddenly, I was confused and scared as I looked up to see her boyfriend
Mark looking down at me with a smile on his face.

"Hi sweeetie." he said, "Are you ready for the real thing?"

I tried to struggle to my feet but he reached out and held me
down. Suddenly, I felt her on her knees beside me. She had removed the
dildo and had taken hold of Mark's cock with one hand.

"C'mon girl. This is your chance. See how easy it is?"

She let the massive head of the cock between her lips and I watched as her
cheeks shrunk as she sucked on it. I was stunned and couldn't move even if
he wasn't holding me down.

Removing it from her mouth she said, "That tastes so good." she said.

Continuing to hold his cock with one hand she brought her other hand behind
my head and pressed me forward toward the cock.

"Go for it girl. Kiss it. See how sexy you feel when you take it in your
mouth."

The cock was right at my lips and without thought I pursed my lips and
touched them to the shiny head.

"That's my girl, Now just let it slide inside and you will be my sweet
sissy girl."

I was mesmerized by the erotic thought of taking it in my mouth and before
I knew it it was indeed in my mouth and I automatically began to suck and
caress it with lips and tongue.

She began to stroke my rigid cock as I continued to service the cock in my
mouth. Her hand was removed from my head and was replaced by his hands
guiding me toward achieving his climax. I hadn't given any thought to what
may happen but I felt his cock begin to throb and increase in size and I
tried to pull away. He held me firmly and suddenly he erupted in my
mouth. I could feel his hot cum hit the back of my throat as he ejaculated

"That's it. Suck it all out. Swallow it. Doesn't it taste good? He's got
such a big load and its so filling." I heard her say next to me as I came
close to my climax. But she withdrew her hand from my cock leaving me
frustrated that I hadn't reached my release. My lips were still wrapped
around his cock and I had to swallow his cum that filled my mouth
besides. It left a slimy coating inside my mouth and on his cock. The taste
was a little salty but not too bad.

"Don't let him get soft sissy girl. Keep him nice and hard." she urged and
I tried to comply as he held my head and began to fuck my mouth.

I sensed her getting up and moving away.

"Okay, sissy girl. I'm ready now." she called from the lounge and he
withdrew his still hard cock from my mouth and I looked over to see her
laying back with her legs splayed open to give maximum exposure to her
pussy.

"Here you go." she said pointing at her groin. "You can do me too."

I crawled over and got on my hands and knees between her legs and began to
lick her down covered pussy. I had just found her clitty with my tongue
when I felt the lounge move under an additional weight behind me. Before I
knew it I felt hands on my hips and a wet, slimy cock head probe my
anus. With a quick shove it was inside me, sliding its full length into my
bowels. It stopped when I felt pubic hair pressed against my ass cheeks and
then it began to fuck me. My tongue and lips continued to work on her pussy
as my ass was being fucked.. I was truly in another world of submissive
ecstacy as I felt them both climb toward a climax. It came simultaneously
with a rush when her thighs tightened around my head and his cock began to
spew its load into my guts. I felt so complete and filled that my own cock
pulsed out its load of cum too without being touched.

Later, after we showered together and Mark had departed we returned to our
work on the painting.

"You were fabulous tonight sissy girl. Are you ready to admit you're gay
now?"

I thought for a moment and admitted, "Yes, I guess I am. Thank you for
bringing me out."


Epilogue

I now recognize how right she was when she recognized my homosexuality even
though I hadn't known it. We enjoyed many evenings together as I worked on
her painting. Mark and Melanie are now married and it hangs in their
bedroom. I see it when I go over to their house for fun and games. I've
spent many a happy hour in the back room at the book store as a tranny
too. I also became president of the on-campus Gay and Lesbian Society.