Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2017 17:31:19 +0000
From: k darling <keldarling111@gmail.com>
Subject: Kylie and Chrissy - Part 4

(Thanks for all of the amazing feedback,suggestions and ideas: keep it
coming! Here's part 4 - enjoy)



PART 4 - RABBIT HOLE



The two friends chatted like nothing had changed. Although the subject
matter was very different than it had ever been before. Music,
skateboarding and hot girls were gone, replaced by girl's clothes and
crossdressing. Although they did fall back upon an old tried and tested
classic in their relationship: dating talk. Chris revealed how he had met
Vicky, his rebound affirmation to convince himself that he was `normal'. He
admitted to liking her, but not being crazy about her -- `She's a bit stuck
up at times, and she gets pissed off really easily' he admitted. Chrissy,
in true sissy style, complimented her fashion sense and agreed that she was
`pretty'. Although she much preferred her slightly alternative clothing and
makeup choices to her physical looks. Kyle couldn't work out if that was a
compliment or jealousy rearing its ugly head.

Chrissy revealed her own experiences after their `incident'. She briefly
admitted to hooking up with a much older guy that she had met through a
dating app. `He was quite fit, and he made me feel so fucking feminine' she
admitted, `but as soon as I wanked him off, he couldn't stand to even look
at me: he actually left me in the carpark half-dressed in girl's clothes,
covered in cum and with a long walk home. What an asshole!' she explained.
`I've had shitty post-climatic experiences', she put on pretend sad eyes
aimed at Kyle. `Bitch!' Kyle hissed playfully.

She went on to explain how she had ended up meeting and `sort of dating'
Zack. They had met during their first week at college and shared the same
media class. They were social opposites but ended up working together on
their first project for college. They had to film, edit and upload a video,
using skills they had been focusing on in class. Nothing happened between
them the whole time they worked together, they had just been friends. `Oh
Shit, yeh I forgot to tell you, I've been doing YouTube videos' Chrissy
explained, `Makeup tutorials and dressing videos, nobody's really seen them
though..... except Zack - by accident.' She continued to retell the story of
how she had used her email address to upload their media project to
YouTube, and when a couple of months later she started making videos, she
reused the same account, he then obviously stumbled across them looking for
the project again. `How did that lead to you hooking up?' Kyle questioned.
Chrissy went on to explain about how he had sent her a message, just
straight up telling her the truth -- he had seen her videos and thought she
was hot. `He took a shot, I guess' Chrissy smiled. She was reluctant to go
into too much detail about their dating experiences, as she knew it had
caused Kyle to react so angrily at the party. Instead she skimmed over the
details, said they'd hung out a few times, got quite intimate on a couple
of occasions. Kyle pushed for more details but she batted his questions
aside.

Kyle eventually took the hint, and decided to swerve the conversation in a
different direction.

"I want to try it again" he blurted out, "the dressing up thing", he added.

"Really?" Chrissy was excited at the thought. She let her mouth open wide,
she instantly went in to ultra-feminine mode. Her mannerisms became bigger
and more purposeful. Her cock stiffened in her little panties.

"Yeh, I've kind of done it a little bit, well once, since you know we... did
it the first time" he was becoming nervous, but decided to carry on.

"With Jodie's lingerie that you wore home?" Chrissy began connecting the
dots, like a crossdressing detective. She became playful again in her
mannerisms.

"Actually no, that's hidden still" he confessed, "It was with Vicky's
things"

"Did you make Vicky's panties all sticky?" Chrissy teased.

"Yeh, kind of..." he blushed.

"What kind were they, was it just panties? Oh, do tell!" She flapped.

"These pale pink, ruffled ones, and some stockings -- it was pretty hot" he
blushed again, his face glowing red in his confession.

"Well what are we waiting for?" Chrissy imitated Micky from Rocky II in the
scene before the big training montage, the gravelly voice sounding strange
coming from such a feminine sissy.

"What do you mean?" Chris was confused.

"Let's fucking do it. I'll doll you up, see how it feels" Chrissy was
excited and began tapping her hands on her stocking clad thighs.

"What do want to wear, and how far do want to go?" She giggled excitedly.
"I've got so many ideas...."


---


A plan was hatched:

Since Chrissy had gone the whole way and dressed up in full, Kyle decided
that his next feminine appearance should be honoured by going `all out'.
Since his Dad was away on business and his Mum was `still fucking Jerry'
(his code for the fact that his Mum had left home and gone to live with a
bald, ex-military turned car salesman named Jerry, who Chris absolutely
detested), Chrissy was eager for Kyle to stay the night and play dress up
like two girls at slumber party. But as tempting as that sounded, Kyle had
agreed to go out with Vicky's family for her sister's birthday; he couldn't
cancel and knew that if he did he would never go back to her again. He
wasn't quite ready to take that step right now. `Just fuck her off, tell
her you're sick!' was Chrissy's mischievous suggestion, but Kyle knew that
would cause a major argument and he couldn't handle that when his future
with Vicky hung so delicately in the balance. Instead they agreed on a
couple of hours of sissy dress up time before he had to leave, and that was
fine with both of them.

"Right, you go have a look at some of Jodie's dresses, I'll run the bath so
you can.... shit, will you be able to shave your legs, with Vicky? She'll
think that's weird, won't she?" Chrissy pondered.

"Umm, probably, yeh..." he admitted. "Will it be the same?"

"Nah -- it won't feel as fucking electric wearing stockings -- but it will
still work, you've not got that much hair anyway." She reassured him,
neither wanting to spoil the moment. "Okay, wigs -- I have only 2 options
I'm afraid, and the first isn't that great. So it's just the one. Let's go
grab that first and I'll sort your makeup out" she led him by his hand to
the dressing table of Jodie's bedroom.

"No peaking until you're fully done, we're going for the full
transformation reveal scene -- like Blind Date with two sissies, or Body
Fixers with a sexy tranny at the end of it, or some home improvement show
without all those burly builders...."

"...I get the idea" Kyle sniggered.

She giggled in response: "Sorry, I'm just excited!"

She went to work on his face, first applying a coat of -- what Kyle assumed
to be -- foundation, rubbing it into his skin, asking him to close his eyes
and tilt his chin when necessary. She then padded at his face with a round
sponge coated in beige dust, paying particular attention to his lower eyes
and nose. She riffled through a polka-dot bag and retrieved a brush, dabbed
it into a few different pots of powdered colours and carefully swept it
across his cheeks. It smelled intoxicating, the aroma of his Mum's bedroom,
the perfume of kissing girls for the first time, the scent of something too
delicate and feminine for his male brain to process. His eyes closed,
Chrissy began the delicate and surgeon-like procedure of applying makeup to
his eyes. He twitched, and blinked and flinched: it felt strange not
knowing when the next layer would be added. "Quit it! Stop moving your
eyes!" Chrissy hissed: "You'll look like Alice Cooper if you don't sit
still". The most difficult bit was applying eyeliner; it smudged and ran,
but Chrissy persevered -- if not a little bit frustrated. "Right, flicks -
do you want any?" She enquired. "... Sure" he responded, uncertainly: he
didn't have a clue what she was talking about. "Like Amy Winehouse -- bits
that flick out from your eye..." she explained, still deep in concentration
"well you're having them now, too late. In fact with the wig, that's kind
of the look we're going to go for: a bit rock-chick but a bit retro and
classic too..." she mused.

Chris was excited and he couldn't help but grin in anticipation. This felt
incredible, it felt dangerous and sexy, it felt intimate and secret, and it
felt right.

"Now pout", she commanded, as he awkwardly scrunched his lips together.
"Woh! less than that! I said pout, not do a Sid Vicious" she laughed.
"Which is ironic because you're looking a bit Nancy at the moment..."

`The lips are the best bit', he thought. It was the almost hint of kissing,
the taste and texture of desire. It was incredibly erotic. He wondered how
girls did this without turning themselves on.

"Right, now together -- mwah!" she smacked her lips together in an air-kiss
and he imitated her action. It felt so girly to be doing this.

"Okay, still no looking, let's choose underwear first..." she led him by the
hand to her sister's bedside drawers. He opened the drawer to the most
thrilling array of colours and patterns and textures. Both of their hardons
tightened at the site.

"Your sister's a slut!" Kyle joked.

"She does like sexy lingerie" he conceded. "Thankfully..."

"Where is she anyway?" Chris questioned, quickly realising the predicament
of the situation should it arise.

"She's at work, and then she'll be at David's" Chrissy reassured. "She
stays over at his, like, every weekend"

"Lucky Dave..." he joked, their boyish teasing emerging from beneath their
feminine appearances.

Chrissy picked out a few options: her tried and tested favourites. The
sailor girl looking blue and white frillies with big exaggerated bows on
the front. The leopard print thong and push up bra set -- obviously a
replacement for the one Kyle wore home the night of `the incident'. The
pink satin full knickers with delicate trimming. The classy black lacy
ones, see through and swirling-flower patterned.

In the end he chose a red and black satin set, the front a wide triangle of
red satin and the back a delicate thong, with black meshing hanging
delicately. The bra was matching and had gentle stitched black lace over
the red satin cups.

"Okay I'll turn away, put them on... and these..." she tossed him a pair of
fishnet stockings. "Remember to tuck your little clitty between your legs"
she giggled, turning to face the opposite direction.

Kyle removed what remained of his clothes, and began pulling the satin
panties up his legs. He tried to secure his throbbing erection into the
front, and snapped the thong into place. It felt amazing, having the soft
reinforcement it supplied as it clung to his bottom. The fabric tickled his
bum, as his asshole twitched in response. He pulled up the lace fish net
stockings, the cold suction of their tops sticking to his legs. He ran his
fingers across them, shivering in ecstasy as his swollen dick struggled
against his panties. He held the bra up to his chest, undid the clasp and
placed the straps over his shoulders. He fumbled to reach the hanging
back-straps, and tried in vain to pinch them together.

"Ermm.. little help?" He looked in Chrissy's direction, realising that at
some point she had turned around and was watching him with a devilish
smile. "Hey, you said no peeking!" he gasped.

"I couldn't help it, sweet cheeks!" she stuck her tongue out over her lips.
She loved teasing him.

She helped him fasten the bra, and fought the urge to grab his pantie-clad
bottom. She'd have loved nothing more to have pulled it and snapped it back
-- using only her teeth.

"So dresses and accessories and the wig and you're done" Chrissy refocused
on her sissy makeover session.

She chose the dress for him, taking the lead from his clueless expression --
the consideration of browsing through a whole rail of dresses, let alone
choosing one to suit his look, was completely alien to Kyle. He squeezed in
to a tight, black, shape-hugging dress. It barely covered his pantied
bottom, but looked sluttish and right for the situation.  He was zipped
into the dress before Chrissy gave him oversized bangles to put on his
wrists and a long beaded necklace to put around his neck. He clipped on
huge hoop earrings: "these are mine - Jodie's ears are pieced", she
explained.

"I only have these heels -- what size are you?" Chrissy enquired.

"A ten..." he said disappointedly, knowing that there was no chance that
Jodie's shoes would fit him.

"We'll have to do without then. Just pretend you're walking home from a
night clubbing and you've ditched your footwear." She tried to comfort him.

Kyle had gone quiet, and Chrissy tried to decipher his expression as he
began placing the wig on his head. It was thick, black, wavy and hung at
shoulder length.

"You still okay with this?" Chrissy said in a forced casual tone. It was
too late to back out now, she thought.

"...I'm fine. I just...." He struggled to find the right words. "I really like
this. I mean fucking really like it. My heart's racing and feel all funny
and lightheaded.... thank you" he whispered.

Chrissy blushed, taken back by his honesty. "Stop it, silly!" she stuck her
tongue out in response.

She completed her final touches, played with her own hair and applied a
fresh layer of pink lipstick to her own lips before leading her friend to
the mirror.

Facing them stood two teenage girls. Their bodies skinny and
underdeveloped, their stances slightly awkward and clumsy. The girl with
long blonde hair stood behind her friend, her arms resting on his
shoulders. "You like?" she grinned. The second girl stood speechless, her
mouth open, her eyes wide. She admired herself in the mirror, her black
dress clinging to her slim figure. She tugged at the dress to pull it
further over the massive bulge tenting out of the front of her panties. She
pouted and shifted her head to the side, admiring herself from all angles
possible. She was in awe, pure awe and wonderment. Her ears rang with
deafening silence, as if her heart had been replaced with a hand grenade.

Minutes passed. It felt like an eternity.

"Kyle?" Chrissy finally broke the silence. "You like it...?"

"No..." she started "It's Kylie now...."

"Fuck..."

She squeezed his hand.



---



The rollercoaster was racing down the first big drop at a thousand miles
per hour. The plummeting sensation, the dizziness, the screams, the
thrills, the almost sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. That was how
Kylie felt. Her arms around her lovers waste, she kissed, nibbled, slurped
at her neck. Chrissy squeezed her bare bum cheek and fingered at the line
of the thong panties. Last time had been pure lust, but this was something
different: it was loving, it was tender, it was gentle. Their cocks
inevitably locked against each other, two tent poles ever prominent through
the gentle fabrics of their outfits.

Chrissy pried herself away, she stepped back and starred deeply into her
lover's intense gaze. Her hardon raged and her mind raced. She knew she
would come to regret this later, but she stood firm: "I'm sorry, but I
meant it. We really aren't going to do anything today. This is so amazing
and I have never felt this way before. But I really mean it, I can't take
the rejection at the end..." she remained true to herself, as difficult as it
was at that moment in time.

Kylie didn't say a word. Her eyes looked like she was struggling to
restrain herself from ripping Chrissy's clothes off and having her wicked
way with her right there and then on the carpeted floor of Jodie's bedroom.

The air was charged with electricity and lust.

"You're right..." Kylie sighed, deep and long.

"It sucks, I know. But I promise this will be worth it in the long term"
Chrissy's eyes never left her lover's beaming stare. "I want this to really
mean something..." her voice trailed away, her confidence deflating.

"Me too."





---





The heat of the moment slowly ebbed away, now a slow log fire filling an
empty house on a cold winter's night instead of the earlier explosion in a
fireworks factory, although both girls couldn't hide their throbbing
erections. To an outsider they would have looked like an average pair of
cute teenage girls -- aside from the massive revealing bulges their dresses
sported. They sat and chatted awkwardly for a few minutes before Chrissy
decided that they should take a few selfies and Kylie agreed to pout and
pose with her best friend, fuelled by femininity and liberated excitement.
They giggled and laughed and teased and joked. Kyle's usual over thinking
and self-questioning had disappeared: he was lost in the moment of being a
girl. He imitated Chrissy's mannerisms, he spoke softer, and he began to
move with a grace and precision to suit his new appearance.

Chrissy connected her phone to the docking station that sat on Jodie's
bedside table. A harsh voice blurted from the tiny speakers ("Dear head:
shut up, I can't listen no more"), as the song `Rabbit Hole' erupted into a
mess of guitars and fast pounding drums.

"Maybe not the most appropriate choice..." Kylie laughed.

"I know, that particular habit hasn't changed -- I still like `good' music"
Chrissy sniggered (`I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole!'), as the
song's chorus clattered away (`I won't fall down that fucking rabbit
hole!'). "Mind you, I'm not a fan of the new Blink 182 stuff either" she
mused, "...just isn't the same."

(`I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole!').

"Is this going to become our `rabbit hole'?" Kylie smirked, motioning at
their appearances with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

"Lamest thing you have ever said!" Chrissy laughed, brushing her hair to
one side.

"Sorry..." She grinned "Put on something more... `girly'"

"Music should be genderless, I don't buy in to the idea that certain...."
Chrissy began her lecture.

".... Woh! Chill out, you know what I meant" Kylie interrupted.

She swiped at her phone and new music began to pulse from the speakers,
forming an up-tempo pop song with a female singer. They began dancing and
swaying and imitating the moves of girls dancing in a nightclub, they
giggled and laughed and ground against each other. They groped and grabbed
at each other's scantily-clad behinds. Chrissy began rubbing her ass
against Kylie's throbbing erection, while in return she squeezed her
lover's dick, a tightly wrapped package of satin and silk. It felt like an
outer body experience; it was like both boys finally knew what that
`ultimate lesbian sex fantasy' felt like. Kylie definitely felt it, it was
like she had both become somebody else and was watching somebody else act
out a tantalising act of lust and femininity. It felt right, and she
dropped to her knees in front of her lover.

Their eyes met and spoke a thousand words, both seeming to read the mind of
the other.

"...don't..." Chrissy whispered in a half-hearted attempt.

"This doesn't count, because you didn't want me to cum and get all freaked
out. Me. Not you..." She rolled her black silky panties over her suspenders.
"I want to do this... for you"

Chrissy intended to protest, but found herself unable to respond. Her dick
sprang out of her tiny panties like a jack-in-a-box, as her lover moved in
for the kill. Kylie placed her hand around the thick pulsing shaft and
moved her lips towards the engorged head. Then all of a sudden she was
swallowing and sucking it, saliva running down the penis and onto her chin.
It tasted strange, but not unpleasant. A slightly sweet, slightly sour,
fleshy taste. She had heard tales of how girls practice and develop blowjob
techniques throughout their formative years -- the preparation and planning
for the first real time it happens. But that was girls, she was a sissy and
she had a cock herself; she knew exactly what to do and exactly what felt
right.

She was a natural: careful to avoid catching the shaft against her teeth,
and focused primarily on the area beneath the head and the rest of the long
pole -- the sweet spot. She gargled, gagged and gulped, her eyes looking
longingly upward towards her sissy lover's gaze. Chrissy looked down at
her, a stunned look of astonishment and ecstasy, moaning with each bob of
her lover's head. There were no thoughts, no questions, no doubts,
everything that ever mattered or was important was right there in that
moment. Her lips rubbed against the vainy shaft, knees pressing into the
firm carpeted floor. Chrissy placed her hand on her lover's head, stroking
her hair, encouraging her to continue guiding her journey towards pure
oblivion. She licked up and down the full length of the shaft, looking up
innocently for her lover's approval. It was her turn to put on a show, her
turn to tantalise and tease and torment. Her tongue wrapped around the
head, she tried to deep throat but spluttered and gagged. Lipstick smeared,
saliva dribbled, eyes watered. It was an act pure lust and love. She
regathered momentum, her head bobbing and bouncing on the stiff and
throbbing sissy penis in front of her. Chrissy groaned and moaned, before
gasping `I'm close, baby. I'm close Kylie...'

"All dressed up and pretty..." Kylie mumbled and struggled to say, her mouth
full of erect cock.

"Oh shit... Yeh, I'm going to... I'm going" Chrissy's eyes closed, her butt
cheeks clenched.

Even with the vocal cues from Chrissy, Kylie was caught off guard.
Chrissy's penis swelled and erupted, sperm shot into her moth and across
her lips. She opened wide and let it run down her chin. The gloopy texture
and bitter taste was too much, she let it run across her tongue and out of
her mouth. She didn't swallow, but savoured the taste. She smiled up at her
sissy lover's watching eyes.

"We just might have slipped a little bit further down that rabbit hole..."
Chrissy whispered.

Kyle gazed up at her lover, eyes wide, her chin dripping with hot cum.

Suddenly the door cracked before it sprang open, a girl thundered in to the
room her expression a look of absolute shock.

`What the fuck is going on here?'

`And why the fuck are you wearing my fucking clothes?'

Jodie Deaton's furious and confused scream echoed through the still house.

The two boys startled, with a look of pure terror. Deer caught in the
headlights.