Date: Sat, 4 Sep 2004 10:05:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marty Sprouse <marty2misty@yahoo.com>
Subject: Marty to Misty, A guy made to a gal, Part 1

Here is my story, and yes it has all happened to me, I hope you enjoy
reading my tale. Feel free to write me at Marty2Misty@yahoo.com

Misty


Marty to Misty -- An expected Event, Part 1

This is a true story of how my life has changed over the past few years.  I
am now 28, and so this should serve to tell the world great things can
happen at a young age.

Let me tell you about the young lady I began dating about 5 years ago,
Cheryl.  She is a wonderful young gal just one year younger than me.  I was
shocked when I first started dating her after I finished college and
returned back to my hometown, the Columbia, SC area.

I didn't know her in high school, but through a friend met her at a local
club.  As we talked at our first meeting I found her to be quite an
enjoyable person.  What was even more exciting for me was she told me she
had had a crush on me in high school, which I never had a clew of.  She is
very attractive and really outgoing, with a great body.  She is not petite,
but is in great shape from continuing to work out to control her weight;
she only weighs about 130, and is 5' 6" tall.  Cheryl is in the cosmetic
sales field, and supervises the sales for a major manufacturer for a part
of South Carolina.

At any rate, we dated for about 2 years before we decided we should get
married.  The marriage took another year to plan; after all you have to
have the "perfect southern wedding."  It was perfect, an outdoor wedding on
a spring Saturday afternoon with the sun shining and all the spring flowers
blooming.  That brings us to 2 years ago.

The first year of marriage was wonderful, I am in sales and work out of my
home almost exclusively, and am also a part-time musician.  Because of the
combination of the two careers, I am able to do pretty much as I want.  I
had let my hair grow since the wedding and so it was just about shoulder
length when Halloween of 2003 rolled around.  We were both going to a
Halloween party at a friend's home on Saturday, October 25, 2003.  Neither
of could decide what costumes to wear, and so we decided we would each buy
the other persons costume for them, and make it a surprise for each of us.

Cheryl volunteered us to help Janice and James, or as we refer to them as J
and J, get their house ready for the party. About noon we headed over to J
& J's and began the chore of decorating.  Of course you had all of the
usual last minute shores, running to get ice, beer, etc.  So James and I
were kept pretty busy running errands and helping with the decorations.

The party was to begin about 8:00, so around 6:30 PM we decided we should
all start getting ready.  I must admit, I was already feeling good after a
few to many drinks so early in the day, but that is what parties are for.

Cheryl and I headed to the bedroom where our clothes were laying, and
Cheryl said I should jump in the shower first, and she would join me.  This
was always a fun time for us, so I immediately agreed and ran down the hall
to the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around me.  As I was standing in
the shower I saw the curtain begin to slide back.  Cheryl had a little
devilish grin on her face, looked at me and said I needed to turn the
shower off for a minute.  I did as I was told.  She then handed me a large
bottle of a hair remover cream and told me to put the cream on my legs and
arms, and she would take care of my back.  Of course I inquired why.
Cheryl explained it would help with the look of my outfit, so I agreed.  As
I rubbed the cream on my legs and arms, Cheryl rubbed some on my back and
chest areas.  It was a very strange feeling and I was not very comfortable
with it, but I went along, as Cheryl was always good about putting parties
together, and I trusted her.  After the required wait for the cream to
work, we turned the shower back on and watched my hair go down the drain.

Now, I should tell you I am only 5' 7" and very lean.  I work out with
Cheryl often and have kept a very lean body.  Since I am a natural blond,
what little body hair I have is rather fine and light.

After our shower, we dried, wrapped a towel around ourselves and headed to
our bedroom to get dressed.  It was an unusual sensation I would not have
expected, in having no body hair and feeling the towel against my smooth
skin.  Once in out bedroom, I decided to give Cheryl her outfit first, one
of a witch, how appropriate.  I had the little black dress, with some
fishnet stockings and a pair of black stiletto heels.  I know she would
look good at it, and since she always had tons of make-up with her, I knew
she could make herself up to look just perfect.

Cheryl looked at her outfit and said she could live with it, and could play
the part, so I was glad about that.  She then said, she was sure I could
play my part in my outfit to.  She then handed me a large bag from one of
the local malls, and I was shocked when I looked in the bag.  Inside was a
"little" cheerleader's outfit.  I asked if she was "kidding" me.

Cheryl responded "NO."  She went on to say that I would look great, she had
everything I needed.  Some molded breast enhancers, bra, panties that
matched the outfit, even a pair of sneakers that were color coordinated to
match the outfit.  I was almost speechless.

Cheryl then said, "Don't worry, by the time I done with your hair and
make-up you won't even recognize you."

Having seen what Cheryl was able to do with make-up, I agreed, not that I
had much choice.  She immediately began by working on my hair.  She used
some rollers, and took what seemed like an eternity to fix my hair.  She
then started on my make-up.  She worked away like a wizard doing her magic.
It was now nearly 8:00 pm, and she began her own make-up.  That did not
take her any time at all.  It was now time to dress.  We both got in our
outfits, and I was feeling very uncomfortable.  Cheryl then opened the
closet door, and on the back side of the door was a full length mirror.
She took me by the hand and led me to the front of the mirror.  There I
stood, I couldn't believe it, I didn't recognize myself, and I actually
looked somewhat attractive.

It was now time for the moment of truth, as we walked down the stairs to
where Janice and James were waiting for us.  They both let out a big scream
of amazement.  Neither one could believe how I looked.

Finally Janice spoke by saying, "You look so good, you could go anywhere as
a girl and no one would have a clue you weren't a girl, you need a new
name."

James then commented, "If I saw you and didn't know who you were, I'd be
checking you out."

Janice then spoke again and said, "For tonight, your name is Misty."  It
was then that Misty was born.

I have to tell you I was very uncomfortable and didn't think I could make
it through the night.  Fortunately, I was able to drink without regards to
driving as we were spending the night, so I managed to get a buzz on pretty
quick, which helped me make it.  Everyone at the party was amazed, and said
I looked wonderful, and couldn't believe their eyes.  I wasn't sure if I
should be happy about looking so good as a girl, or if I should have been
upset.  At any rate we made it through the night.

As we crawled into bed and got close to each other Cheryl got very
romantic.  Let's just say the lovemaking was wonderful.  Cheryl commented
how great it was making love to my smooth skin; it was like making love to
another woman.

I commented it was a different feeling, not having any hair to interrupt
the softness of her body, and it was exciting feeling her smooth body next
to me.  We then fell asleep.

We awakened around 9:00 AM.  Needless to say I had a bit of a hangover.  I
threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and headed to the kitchen for some
coffee.  Everyone else was already up.  James had gone to work for the day,
and Janice and Cheryl were sitting relaxing.  I poured some coffee and sat
at the table with them.

We chatted for just a bit when Janice asked how I felt being clean shaven.
I explained the strange feeling I was experiencing and felt really
different sitting there with hairless legs and arms.

We chatted some more, when we started talking about going out to get
something to eat.  We agreed the three of would go to a local chain
restaurant for a little Sunday morning breakfast.

Cheryl then said something that really shocked me.  She said, "I think we
should go as three girls rather than a guy and two girls."

I said, "No damm way am I going out like a girl!"

Janice then said she bet I would, and I of course disagreed with her.  She
said OK, and got up from the table.

As she left Cheryl and I talked and I said I wasn't going out like a girl
because that wasn't for me.  Inside I was wondering about the possibility
of going out and not being noticed.

In a few moments I head the garage door going up, and didn't pay much
attention to it.  In just a moment Janice returned to the kitchen carrying
the Sunday morning newspaper.  Janice then said, "Well we three girls are
going out, because I just put all of Marty's clothes in the trunk of my
car, so he either goes out as Misty, or goes home naked because I also
locked the door to our bedroom so he can't get into James's clothes."

I didn't know what to say.  I think I said a few words I'd rather not type
here, but it looked like I was going out as Misty, even though I didn't
know what I was going to wear.

Cheryl and Janice both went and showered and got ready as I sat there
pondering what was about to happen.  In about 30 minutes, Cheryl called me
to the bathroom.  She told me to shower and shave and then meet her in
Janice's bedroom.  She also said there was a robe on the bathroom door for
me.

I went into the bathroom and showered and dried and reached for the robe, I
was shocked, it was a little short silky robe of Janice's, but I slipped it
on.  I shaved and walked into Janice's room where I found the two girls
waiting for me.

Janice was a bit larger than Cheryl and so she said she was sure she had
something I could wear.  Understand both Cheryl and Janice are wearing
little skirts ant tops, with high heeled sandals.

Cheryl then handed me a pair of her panties to pt on, she said they would
be a little tight, but that was OK as it would help hide my "manhood."  The
next thing I knew I was handed a pair of pantyhose to put on, I was really
embarrassed but struggled through getting into a pair of pantyhose after
causing some great laughter at my expense.  Next I was handed a little pink
dress, I resisted but finally agreed to wear the dress.  Finally Janice
handed me a pair of low heels to wear, but they were much too tight.  After
trying two or three pair of shoes it came down to either a pair of sandals
or a pair of 3" heels.  I finally agreed to the 3" heels; even though I was
sure I would fall and kill myself in them.

Finally we headed out the door to go to the restaurant.  We ate lunch and
started home without my being detected.  The girls then decided they wanted
to go to the mall.  I pleaded not to go, but I was in the back seat along
for the ride.  So here I was at a local mall on a Sunday afternoon wearing
high heels, in a short little pink dress, it doesn't get much worse than
this, or so I thought.

But more about what came next later.

Misty