Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2017 13:52:32 +0000
From: k darling <keldarling111@gmail.com>
Subject: Kylie and Chrissy - Part 3

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PART 3 -- THE GIRL INSIDE


Kyle Anderson's hands clattered against the front door of his former best
friend's house to no reply. He tried the doorbell - which had never worked
in all the time he had known Chris -- to no avail. `Where is he? Has he
changed his mind? Maybe this is all one big mistake...' Kyle's thoughts
became self-doubting and pessimistic again: a definite go-to mood for him,
if not quite a default setting.

He knocked again, forceful and impatient.

The driveway was empty, and the stone building seemed to be cold and still,
as if unwearyingly waiting for its owner's return. He began to move out on
to the front lawn to get a better view of Chris' bedroom window, as the
blinds covering the adjoining window panels flickered for an instant,
before swaying limply against the frame. He heard the thud of footsteps and
the clatter of keys hitting the wooden flooring inside, before the door
cautiously creaked open a crack.

"Come in, quick!" a hushed voice sounded.

Kyle was taken back by this strange welcome, and began opening the door to
enter. "Hey, what's going on? What took you so long?" he peered inside, but
could see no sign of Chris. `This is fucking weird' he thought, as he
closed the door and stood nervously waiting in the hallway. The sound of
footsteps, or, more specifically, the sound of heeled shoes, clicked
against the tiled floor of the adjacent kitchen and grew louder as they
headed towards the entrance of the house.

A young girl appeared in the hallway, her long platinum blonde hair flowing
past her shoulders. She wore a light, shimmering, burgundy dress that hung
loosely at her shoulders, a silver pendent necklace plunged mischievously
into her just hidden cleavage. The tops of her black sheer stockings
brushed against the hem of her dress, tantalising the imagination of Kyle's
gawking eyes. She looked slight and skinny in her oversized silver studded
heels, and she stood with a slightly awkward posture that made her look
cute, innocent, and sexy, all at once. She tilted her head to the side and
smirked a little before sticking her tongue out over her pink lips, her
eyes wide, wild and beautiful.

Kyle didn't know how long he had stood entranced by this beauty, but it
seemed like minutes had passed before he said anything. "Umm. Uhumm.. I'm
here to see Chris... is he home?" he mumbled, his throat seeming blocked, his
words barely audible.

The girl giggled, it sounded familiar, yet unlike anyone he had ever heard
before.

"It's me you doofus!" The girl giggled and awkwardly twirled, holding the
hem of her dress, the black straps of her suspenders flashing underneath
for a brief moment. She leaned forward, placing her hands on her sheer
stockings. "What do you think?" She grinned, purposely pouting and posing
in the direction of Kyle.

He didn't know how to react. His throat gulped. He was completely shocked.
"....Chris?" He furrowed his brow.

"Oh, come on I know I look good, but you don't have to play the fool" she
giggled, her movements definitely feminine and slightly more emphasised
than usual. "And by the way... it's Chrissy." She poked her tongue out again
and moved towards him, her heels clicking on the hard wooden floor.

"Chrissy? What for, like, forever?" Kyle was slowly regaining his
composure, but still seemed unable to master speech at this moment in time.

"No, silly! When I'm like.... this. Pretty!" Chrissy giggled and pouted, she
twirled her hair and exuded a confidence that suited her feminine attire:
the girl inside was visible and fully formed. "I didn't think you'd react...
well not like this anyway. Maybe a bit of a cock stiffen - but not all
goofy and dumbstruck like this!" She took his hand and he noticed her
burgundy nails that protruded at least an inch from her fingers. It was
like electricity pulsed through her soft skin as she held his hand.

"So what do you think then? You like?" She asked, starring deeply into his
eyes. "I tried to match my nails to the dress", she pouted and raised her
eyebrows. She was definitely putting on a show.

"I'm shocked, I didn't know what was going on" He laughed, his senses
returning.

"Aww baby, were you a bit scared? But I'm all little and pretty!" She said
playfully and then laughed that infectious laugh.

His stomach dive-bombed, his heart pounded, his head did a loop-de-loop. He
was absolutely smitten with her.

"It's not like it's the first time you've seen me dressed up all girly!"

"Well yeh, but this is different: you really look like.... a girl." He
gulped. "The shoes, the dress, the hair -- where's that come from by the
way? And it's blonde! Last time was a bit like playing, but this looks
real" he had found his voice again and was on the verge of rambling, as
questions and compliments quickly sprang from his mouth. "I thought it was
Jodie, but then I thought nah it's not, it must be your cousin -- Amy? - Or
a friend or I don't know -- but you look so fucking stunning, you're
beautiful! This isn't the first time you've done this is it -- I didn't know
-- but fuck...." He trailed off aware he had completely spilled his thoughts
aloud without processing any of them.

Chrissy giggled, "Slow down, let's go sit down and I'll tell you all about
it...."

She sashayed off into the living room, her hips swaying in an exaggerated
stride. She knew he couldn't take his eyes of her, and she purposely thrust
out her skimpily clad behind to adjust her stockings. Kyle's eyes widened
and his heart raced, before they both sat down on the cold brown leather
sofa. He watched her as she crossed her legs, smoothed out her iridescent
dress, and dangled her high heeled shoe purposely in the air. Shuffling
across the couch, she sat right up close to Kyle, their knees almost
touching. With a flick of her wrist she placed her false-nailed fingers on
her knee, and titled her head to the side, revealing silver hooped earrings
visible beneath her blonde locks. She was soft, and purposeful in her
mannerisms -- `fuck, she is just like a girl' Kyle thought.

They looked at each other. The moment of silence seemed to go on for longer
than it should. Both felt uncontrollable butterflies flutter inside their
bodies.

"So yeh, I've been dressing up a little bit more... seriously" She smiled
uneasily, her hands gesturing to her outfit, for the first time lacking the
confidence she had earlier shown. "And it's a wig -- obviously -- I've got a
few but I'm quite liking the blonde at the moment. It cost a fortune, mind
you, but it's so much better than the one I first bought". She continued:
"Well I can see why you might have thought it was Jodie, as this is a kind
of mix of her things and a few I bought myself. The heels are mine: my feet
are too big!" She squeezed his knee playfully.

An awkward tension seemed to suddenly engulf them, as if sudden physical
contact had lifted the curtain of their fantasy. For a moment the mood
changed and Kyle was taken out of the make-believe of meeting a cute girl,
into the reality of being sat with his former best friend while he paraded
and pranced around pretending to be a girl. He gulped hard. His eyes
widened.

Chrissy sensed the change of atmosphere, and decided to take control of the
situation.

"Look, I know what you're going to say, before you say it. You're going to
question what-the-fuck-is-going-on, and then change your mind about a
thousand times, like you always do, before realising that you're actually
having a good time" Chrissy explained

"I don't change my mind all the time...." Kyle interrupted.

"Yes, you do!" she stressed each word with a nod of her head, "and let me
finish please. I'll tell you what I should have in the first place, and
then -- and hear me out -- I'll tell you what I think should happen next."
Chris remained silent, but urged her to continue.

---

Chrissy placed her hand back onto Kyle's knee, for comfort more than
anything else, as she began to retell her journey to becoming the sissy
that sat before him. "Well it's gone on longer than I let you know, and it
wasn't just about the `ultimate lesbian sex fantasy'; I mean - sure - that
is part of it too, but it's not the only reason I do this." She smiled
nervously.

"This has been part of my life for a long time now: as long as I can
remember. As long as I can remember, I've been enticed by, turned on by,
jealous of, curious about... women's clothing." She placed firm emphasis on
those two words, laughing nervously. "I remember when I was about 7, I used
to try on my Mum and Jodie's panties. And I can't explain why. I just loved
the way they felt, the material, their patterns, the colours: the way it
made me feel. I was just a little kid, and there I was tucking my junk into
skimpy little knickers. Shit, I knew it was strange even then, but one time
my Dad walked in on me trying on my Mum's tights and he freaked the fucked
out! I mean shit really hit the fan: I really got in trouble for that." She
laughed, and Kyle joined in: she was infectious again, charming and
playful. She made him feel excited, and he couldn't explain why.

"And Jodie once walked in on me: in her room, wearing her Prom dress - this
pink flowing number, all satin, sequins and ribbons - and there I was in
full makeup, posing and pouting in front of her bedroom mirror" She
continued.

"Fuck off, really? I bet she was furious" Kyle laughed.

"I thought she was going to puke! It was like two days before Prom, and
there I am wearing her pride and joy", she grinned. "It was gorgeous
though", she justified. "But I just made out it was a prank, that I was
being all spiteful and mean, and asshole-little-brother-ish. When actually
I just couldn't restrain myself from trying it on." She pondered, holding
her nails up for closer inspection: "That was a dumb idea"

"Okay, but why though? That's what I don't get..." Kyle interjected, his brow
furrowed and pensive.

"Seriously? I don't know. I don't think any of us do..." She trailed off.

"'Us'? What do you mean?"

"You know: sissies, crossdressers, transvestites, trannys - whatever you
want to call it" She looked thoughtful and measured in her speech.

"Is that what you consider yourself then?" Kyle questioned.

"I don't know, and that's the part I think you are going to struggle with --
you always want to label things to make sense of them. You wouldn't even
listen to Slaves, until I convinced you they were punk." She teased,
knowing this would prompt the same response she had heard many times before.

"I don't like rock duos, they're so fucking hipster" He had taken the bait
without knowing. "I thought it was like..."

"....Yeh, I'm fucking with you. But you do: you have to put a clear name or
label to things. It's alright, it's just how you make sense of the world.
I'm just not like that, it doesn't bother me. I just do it because it feels
right, and who gives a fuck what anyone else says." For the first time that
afternoon, Kyle could hear the same old Chris speaking to him - it was like
nothing had changed. Any yet they had, in such a dramatic way.

"All I know is that I've always been aware of it, always had it. I'd watch
any shit TV that even slightly involved crossdressing. Ex-boy band members
dress up to form a girl group, `There's something about Miriam', Sean
Bean's crossdressing drama, Drag Race. It's always fascinated me. And I've
had periods when I've really repressed it, carried on like normal. `Purged'
I think they call it." She answered before he asked the inevitable
question, "It's when you get rid of your stash of clothes that you've built
up; you decide this shit isn't for me anymore and you throw it all away and
you pledge to become a `real man'. But it never goes away, not really."

Kyle definitely could identify with that notion, his method was more keep
it hidden in the back of the closet and don't even address the issue any
further by throwing it out - but all the same it was a torture of guilt,
shame and taboo. He could definitely relate to that. He nodded along as the
girl beside him continued. "When I was 13 I thought it might be that I was
gay, so I made out with another guy. It didn't feel right, it didn't
involve crossdressing and it didn't feel the same. The urge went away, I
dated girls and that was fine. And then, I guess I was in the middle of a
new wave of sissy obsession, when I forced all this on to you...." She
stopped, her eyes became teary and she became delicate and fragile again.

"You didn't force it on me. I enjoyed it. Like... a lot. I just couldn't deal
with it, I'm not as easy going and confident as you..." He tried to comfort
her.

Her emotions still high, she held back tears. "I have to work so fucking
hard to be like that. You just don't fucking try, you're so fucking up and
down, you're so fucking .... Emo!" she blurted.

"I think you're the emo one right now!" He paused looking at the
almost-crying teenage girl in front of him, before they both burst into a
bought of uncontrollable laughter. It was like they had removed all their
hang-ups and doubts, and any animosity they had directed towards each other
had been lifted. Kyle moved in and put his arms round the beautiful
creature in front of him.

"I don't care what happens next, let's just have fun with it" he whispered.

His mouth moved towards Chrissy's pink lips.

Electricity sparked.

Flames erupted.

Fireworks Exploded.

Drums banged.

Time went in slow motion, as hearts raced at double pace.



---



"Uh-uh, no, not now..." Chrissy pried herself away from her lover's embrace.
"As much as this kills me, I don't think that this is the right thing to do
right now." She straightened her skirt and got to her feet, her balance
slightly off in her high heels.

Kyle looked dumbfounded. His penis strained against his jeans, longing to
obey his lust. He remained silent.

"It's not that I don't want to. Fuck, I've got such a hard-on right now."
She squirmed in her panties, and pulled at her dress. "It wouldn't be
healthy for either of us to fool about, cum all over each other, and then
have you change your mind, disappear and hate me again..."

"That wouldn't happen" Kyle responded, a little hurt, but even he didn't
fully believe his own reply.

"Let's just hang out, take it slow.... catch up. I'm not saying I don't ever
want to do that again, because I totally do. But right now I think we need
to rebuilt our relationship a little first"

Kyle considered his friend's words. And conceded that he was probably
right. Although his dick was in full disagreement. "So what have you been
doing these past 4 months?" He smirked.