Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2008 14:24:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Stephanie James <stephaniejames654321@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer in Seattle by Stephanie James TG

Hope you like my story! Any comments then I would love to hear from you.
Thanks. Stephanie James stephaniejames654321@yahoo.com

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My family life was a real mess when I was 15. Mum had done a bunk with some
guy she had been seeing behind Dad's back. I can't blame her. Dad was a
real arsehole. Right now he was in the best place I could hope for, serving
in the army thousands of miles away in Iraq. The end result was a whole
summer holidays away from my friends in London as I was to spend 12 weeks
with my aunt Jenny in Seattle.

Needless to say I was pissed. I don't have a whole bunch of friends but I
did have a new Xbox and that was going to do me just fine. Now I was going
to be helping out Aunt Jenny in her dumb photo studio. Dad said it would be
good work experience. Big deal.

Aunt Jenny lived in the suburbs of Seattle and her numerous studio and
image lab rooms made up the whole of the workshop outside while we lived in
her large house. At least I had the whole attic space to myself where I had
large bedroom, with a private bathroom and even a small sitting room.

And there was more good news. My aunt's daughter Becky, who had been a most
annoying specky geek of a girl the last time I had seen here 6 years ago
was now absolutely stunning. At 17 she was obviously out of my league but I
could at least dream of her cute little body as she sunbathed in the
garden. She was blonde, probably a decent b-cup and never seemed to wear
enough clothes to make her decent.

I settled into my new temporary home fairly easily. For the first week the
studio was not open so Aunt Jenny and Becky showed me around town to the
local mall, cinema. There was no doubt American girls were definitely cuter
than in the UK.

The next week Aunt Jenny introduced me to working in the Studio. My duties
were basically to clean up the changing rooms, move lighting, and help Aunt
Jenny in the lab processing photos. Actually it was quite fun. There was
always a fun mood in the studio with customers coming and going. Aunt Jenny
mostly did family portraits and kids photos etc. "Not great money" she
would say, "but it pays the bills". She told me that one day she wanted to
be a fashion photographer but never seemed to get the chance.

Well that chance came only a week later. The wife of one of her customers
owned a department store and was looking for a photographer to shoot the
autumn calendar. Aunt Jenny and Becky were so excited that night as we
discussed it. This was obviously a big deal for them. But there was one
hitch. Becky was going away to summer camp and couldn't model for Aunt
Jenny for 10 more days. Aunt Jenny insisted she needed this time to
practice and get the studio just right for the actual shoots.

The next day when Becky had left for camp Aunt Jenny asked me if I wouldn't
mind helping her set up the lights in the studio so she could practice on
dressed mannequin. Aunt Jenny spent the best part a day in there
photographing that mannequin, becoming more and more frustrated. Eventually
she asked me to stand in place of the mannequin.

"At least your face won't shine like plastic" she sighed.

But it was clear that she still wasn't making much progress.

"Listen James, I know this is weird for you but could you just model a few
jeans and shirts for me. Would that be OK?"

"I guess" I said.

"Great! Thanks James"

We started that evening. Aunt Jenny passed me a pair of denim blue jeans
and a white shirt although I am sure it would be called a blouse by anyone
else. The blouse had loose frills flapping at the front. The jeans were
shorter than I was used to.

"They are fine" said Aunt Jenny, "they are supposed to be that length. You
are the same height as Becky so everything should fit fine.

Sure these were just jeans and a `shirt' but they were still definitely
girls clothes. I swallowed my pride and headed into the changing room. The
jeans were a bit of a squeeze and the blouse was loose at the front. No
breasts of course.

I stepped out of the changing room and Aunt Jenny smiled.

"Cute" she said. I blushed. "OK let's get started".

She put me in front of the camera, spent at least 20 minutes playing with
the lights and then started snapping away with her camera.

"The jeans fit you really well", Aunt Jenny said, "I thought you hips might
not be wide enough but they are and your bum is nice and rounded. A bubble
butt is what we call it over here. If you were a girl you would have the
perfect butt!"

"Great", I replied sarcastically.

Can you just slip these on" Aunt Jenny then said tossing me a pair of white
open tow sandals. At least they were almost flat I thought putting them on.

"OK, next outfit" said Aunt Jenny after a few more snaps of her camera. She
went into the storage area and reappeared with a pair of pink jeans with
"Cute" typed across the butt. Loads of sequins also. There was no getting
away from the fact that these were very girly. "Oh come on," said Aunt
Jenny seeing my hesitation, "it's only you and me and no one will see the
shots."

I reappeared from the changing room wearing the jeans and a tight hot pink
strappy top. Again the top didn't fit. The jeans were also very
tight. Again Aunt jenny reassured me. "The jeans look great, James", they
are supposed to be figure-hugging, boys love girls in tight jeans, you
should know that. Wow, turn around, let me see how the light works with a
side shot."

I was hoping that was enough for Aunt Jenny, but she asked me if I wouldn't
mind one more outfit.

"I guess", I said resigned to the fact that Aunt Jenny needed the practice.

"Thanks" she said giving me a big hug and dashing into the store room.

"Oh no" I said as she reappeared with a denim skirt.

"Don't be silly, James, they are shorts, see?" she showed me that the
inside of the skirt was in fact a pair of shorts. "pretty please, you can
keep the same top on."

I felt a lot more naked as I stood in front of the camera this time. The
skirt was above the knee and the top was flimsy with a couple of thin
straps. But Aunt Jenny was over the moon. "This is so helpful, James. Thank
you so much for your help" she said as she snapped away more shots. "You
know you have great legs. I thought you might have hairy legs and they
would ruin the lighting effect but you look great."

Thankfully that was the end of the shoot for the day. I got changed and
Aunt Jenny went develop the film on her own, telling me I could go and
relax.

A little later Aunt Jenny offered me a glass of wine, definitely something
she would not do normally.. "An important model like you needs a little
pampering" she said. We sat and chatted about stuff in general and then
eventually the conversation came back to the photo shoot. She showed me a
few of the photos.

"You look great in those clothes" she said, "they actually suit you", she
said giggling. I giggled too, my third glass of wine having quite an effect
and relaxing me.

"I must admit it felt pretty weird to start with" I said.

"But you got use to it, right" she said. "I mean after the first hour you
seemed much more relaxed"

"yes, it definitely got easier." I replied.

"Can we try a few more tomorrow" asked Aunt Jenny, "I have the lighting all
set up for those outfits but there are so many more that need shooting and
Becky doesn't get back for another week".

I just sat there. I didn't say anything for a while. Aunt Jenny didn't push
me either. We both knew what she was asking. We had run out of jeans and
shorts. If I agreed then I would be modelling more feminine clothes. But
after three glasses of wine it didn't seem to bad. After all I had survived
today hadn't I. And so I agreed. Aunt Jenny was so grateful but I could
tell she was also very excited by the prospect of getting more work done.

The next morning we started work again. Aunt Jenny putting film in her
camera while she sent me into the changing room. Hanging up was a floral
summer dress, and on the floor a pair of heels, probably two inches high. I
just stood there staring at them. Was I really going to willingly put on
this dress and heels and then have photos taken of me? I the cold light of
day, now totally sober, it didn't seem such a good idea, but there was no
way I would let Aunt Jenny down. She had been up for three hours already
getting the lights set up just right.

So I stripped to my shorts and put on lowered stepped into the dress, doing
up the buttons at the front. The dress was essentially pink with some white
flower patterns on it. I was actually surprised how light it felt and how
non-constricting it was. Now came the shoes. They were toeless sling backs,
as I later learnt I could only get them on sitting down as I felt so
unstable. Eventually I decided that were on as securely as I was going to
manage. I carefully stood up, almost fell over again, and then tip-toed
outside into the studio.

Aunt jenny looked up and smiled, "Steady James, don't want you breaking
your legs. I thought we better start with some low heels so you can get
some practice."

"These are low!" I asked.

Aunt Jenny giggled and then started to teach me the finer points of walking
in heels. "Keep you back straight and your chest out, that's it. Now walk
on the balls of you feet more. No, no, don't put the heel down to fast,
think balls of feet. Now, don't walk like a duck, imaging you are walking a
tightrope, one foot in front of the other, that was you get a great sway to
your hips. At it girl!" she squealed as I more confidently strolled across
the room.

"A sway to my hips, great. Just what I always wanted." But Aunt Jenny could
see I was too busy concentrating on not falling over than complaining any
more.

Soon, I was walking in heels like an old pro. I was actually able to walk
in heels without thinking about it. What a triumph. Right!

Aunt Jenny eventually stared taking the photos. She wanted me standing with
my hands on my hips, feet slightly apart, looking straight at the camera.
"Great, that's it, lovely, OK now smile a little bit, turn around, look
over your shoulder, hands still on hips. Lovely, yes!"

We broke for lunch, and Aunt Jenny went off to develop the morning's
work. I was feeling rather proud of myself. This whole modelling thing
wasn't that difficult after all. Aunt Jenny appeared from the dark room
with a glum look on her face.

"It's no good James, the shadows are all wrong. What a waste! I am never
going to be a fashion photographer"

Poor Aunt Jenny. I felt really sorry for her. She really had convinced
herself that her whole future depended on this catalogue.

"The clothes don't sit right and the light is all wrong because you have a
boy's chest, James. See how all the material bunches at the front. I tell
you what, if you let me put a bra on you it would probably all be OK."

"A bra, come on Aunt Jenny."

"Oh please James, no one is around. Just slip one on."

I slowly nodded. Aunt Jenny was really relying on me.

"Oh, thank you James, you are such a life waver. Slip off your top white I
go and grad a bra for you." She came back a minute later with a white lacy
cotton bra.

"it is a very simple Bra James. The straps will match the straps of your
lovely dress so they are not too obvious."

Stepping behind me Aunt Jenny guided my arms into the bra. "See if you can
reach behind and clip your bra" she said. I breached back and after a few
moments of fumbling managed to get it done up. "Not bad, most girls have to
clip at the front when they start wearing their first bras." I felt
slightly ashamed that I was having this conversation with my aunt, dressed
in high heels, a floral dress and now a white lacy b-cup bra. "OK lets give
you something to impress the boys with" she giggled rolling up tissue and
filling the bra cups. "There, not bad. My breasts were not that large when
I was your age. Lucky girl!" she squealed giggling.

"Hmmm" I grunted, "desperately trying to keep some shred of manliness.

The photo shoot continued for another thirty minutes. "You might as well
stay in your dress, James, until I have developed these shots. We might
have to take some more. I sat on the sofa in the studio waiting for Aunt
Jenny. Eventually she reappeared and disappeared straight into the
store. Emerging with a pair of white cotton panties that matched the
bra. She handed them to me.

"No good", she said, "your shorts keep the dress from falling
properly. See, you can see in the photos the creases where your shorts are"

With that she walked away and started loading her camera with more
film. There was no point protesting. I lowered my shorts under my dress and
stepped into my panties. I was actually quite surprised by how smooth they
felt. In fact the whole outfit felt light and delicate against my skin.

Continuing with the shoot Aunt Jenny started to giggle. "Oh James" she
laughed. "You are a picture of loveliness but I think you are getting a
little excited." She nodded her head down towards my crotch and as I looked
down I had never felt so ashamed in the whole of my life. My penis was
clearing starting to get excited and was sticking out slightly in front of
my floral dress.

"It's the clothes, they feel funny. That's all" I quickly said.

"That's OK dear", replied Aunt Jenny. "I won't tell anyone".

And so finally the shoot ended for the day. Aunt Jenny said she had to pop
into town and pick some stuff up while I undressed double quick time and
went to the house to watch TV.

Aunt Jenny was surprisingly quiet that evening. Not much was said over
supper and she gave me a huge hug before I went to bed. "Thanks" she said
in my ear.


The next day she woke me at 8.30. "James, wake up" she whispered, Becky has
sprained her ankle quite badly at camp and I have to go get her. Can you
look after everything while I am gone?"

"Sure", I replied, rolling over and drifting back to sleep. I was woken
again by the front door opening. Aunt Jenny had arrived back with Becky. I
quickly dressed and rushed downstairs to meet them.

"Poor girl", said Aunt Jenny, as Becky used her crutch to hobble towards
the couch. Her right ankle was heavily strapped but she didn't seem in too
much pain.

"Well that's camp finished for the year", she joked and now I have an
excuse to do absolutely nothing around the house for two weeks."

"Oh no" said Aunt Jenny, suddenly realising that she had lost her model.
"Can't you get another model in?" asked Becky.  "Models are expensive and I
promised to do this job for free", replied Aunt Jenny.

The whole house went into a depressed mood for the rest of the morning. I
went for a walk in town and by the time I came back Aunt Jenny and Becky
were deep in conversation at the kitchen table.

"James", said Aunt Jenny, "can we have a word". I felt the weight of doom
on my shoulders.

I sat down and Aunt Jenny started by thanking me for all the sacrifices I
had made the last couple of days in the studio. Somehow I knew where this
was all going but just sat there waiting for her to spell it out. She
wanted me to do the modelling. It probably wouldn't work but she wanted to
give it a try. Becky would help out getting me ready and if it didn't work
then no problem, the pictures would just be destroyed but at least we had
given it a chance.

I sat there dumbfounded. I was being asked to act as a female model. I
would have to spend the next two weeks wearing skirts and dresses. I could
see the Aunt Jenny and Becky waiting for my response. It was both clear
that they expected me to say no, and Aunt Jenny made it clear that the
decision was mine. If I said no then that was fine.

"Let's do it." I said, "Hell they are only clothes".

"Thank you, thank you, thank you" said Aunt Jenny as Becky jumped up and
gave me a huge hug. "We will start immediately" said Aunt Jenny, "I will
fix the studio. Becky, take James upstairs to get him ready."

"Get me ready? But all the clothes are in the studio." I said confused.

"Ha-ha, there is a lot more to passing as a cute 16 year old girl than
wearing a dress. Don't worry. Becky will show you everything."

I went up stairs and Becky ran a bath for me. "Don't worry, James", she
said. "Aunt Jenny and me have discussed exactly what needs to be done but
sit back and enjoy the ride. After all it is not everyday a guy gets this
level of pampering. Here, rub this cream all over your body, including you
bikini line, you are not that hairy but this will remove any you do have."

I followed Becky's instructions as I first removed all my body hair and
then soaked in the hot bath. Becky suddenly dashed into the bathroom and I
quickly moved to hands to cover my private parts.

"Oh don't be silly. If you are going to dress as a girl we are going to
have to just forget all this stupid male-female shyness. Let's just pretend
we are a couple of girlfriends getting ready to go out. Believe me it will
be a lot easier."

Becky poured some sweet smelling lotion into the bath. "This will make your
skin nice and soft" she explained. She sat there as I soaped myself shill
rather shy at her presence. Eventually she held up a large pink towel for
me and I stepped out. "Oh you have such a sweet little willy James. Look at
it, its so cute", she said giggling. "Now we have to moisturise" said "I
will help you this time but in future you should moisturise yourself
morning and evening" she explained. She used three different creams on
different parts of me paying particular attention to my face, neck and
hands.

"There you go" she giggled "lovely. OK, back into your bedroom."

In the bedroom I was shocked to see on the bed a pair of breast forms, some
underwear and a box full of makeup.

"Mum and I decided the best thing to do was get you ready every morning so
that we can concentrate on the clothes during the shoot. Cool with that?"

"I guess" I replied.

"Here, let's start with these" she said picking up the breast forms "Mum
picked these up yesterday when she went into town. She thought they would
just be used to get the lighting right but they look like a good investment
now. A B-cup. Lucky girl".

Now where had I heard that before? The breast forms were very
complicated. They had some sort of device that attached to my nipples that
gave me sensation when the breast form nipples were touched.

She applied a lotion to the inside of the breasts and carefully placed them
against my chest.

"They use a combination of electricity and pressure." she said, tweaking my
nipples. They felt really strange. My nipples usually don't have much
sensation but that felt great. I had to stop myself letting out a moan.

Becky could see my discomfort. "Sweet", she said, "welcome to the wonderful
world of sensitive nipples. But be careful, it is easy to get a little out
of control. I have gotten into many a compromising situation thanks to
these puppies" she said as she wiggles her breasts in front of me. The glue
will hold them in place."

"The glue!" I screamed "But we can get them off?"

"Yes of course, silly, but you have to use quite an abrasive solution to
get them off and we don't want to go through this muddle everyday. Don't
worry, you will get used to them. Here put this on"

Becky handed me a bra. It was powder blue but similar in design to
yesterdays.

"Underwear is a very personal thing, James. So Mum and I decided that you
should have your own. Slowly you can build up a collection so that you have
the right underwear for each outfit."

I put my new bra on as Aunt Jenny had showed me.

"With your breast you will have to lean forward and get your breasts snugly
into the bra cups" she explained.

Then she handed me a thick skin coloured pair of panties.

"No matching panties?" I enquired.

"Don't worry, James. Don't look so disappointed. This is just a gaff to
keep your equipment in place. Mum said you had a little trouble down there
yesterday."

I blushed. "I am not disappoint..."

"Come on. Let me show you how it works."

They were very constricting and it felt very strange to have balls and cock
wedged between my legs held in place by the thick material. My balls were
pushed deep into my body cavity. It felt strange at first.

"Lucky you are not very large down there", laughed Becky, see you look just
like a teenage girl. Nice flat stomach and smooth crotch. Mum bought the
g-strong version because she says you have a lovely bum and she was sure
the fell of feminine underwear on your skin would help you get into
character. Here you go, sweetie, now you can put on your matching panties."

I slipped on the matching powder blue panties. The material was more satin
than the day before and it was a sensation by skin was not used to. I could
feel my cock starting to strain against the gaff. Becky smiled but I would
tell if she had worked out the source of my discomfort.

The doorbell rang.

"That will be Doris. Here, make yourself decent" Becky said throwing me a
pink dressing gown."

"What?" I said.

"She's here to do your hair" replied Becky over her shoulder as she left
the room. I didn't have time to protest. A few moments later a middle ages
woman with a large box was standing in front of me explaining how wonderful
it was how I was helping Aunt Jenny. "Its just so lovely that a young man
like you is helping out...I know your Aunt is very proud of you...lucky you
have a ponytail so we have something to work with...lovely soft
hair...don't worry, James, you will look so feminine by the time I have
finished." In no time I was in front of the mirror having chemicals and
rollers added to my hair. An hour later my hair had been cut and set. My
mousy brown hair was no completely blonde. I have a fringe, and a shoulder
length bouncing curls.

"Bloody hell" I said looking in the mirror. "Look at me"

"Tell Doris if you like it" said Becky "she has worked so hard."

Did I like it? I looked ridiculous. My hair could have belonged to any
teenage girl. No, not true. This was great hair. I looked like a really
cute teenage girl. What else could I say? Doris had worked hard and was
waiting for an answer.

"Yes, I like it. Thank you Doris". I said.

Much to my relief, Doris left and I was alone with Becky again. She started
on my face and painfully plucked my eyebrows to make them arched. Then came
the makeup. I know I was going to have to wear some but it still came as a
surprise to have it applied. The whole experience was just so alien to me.

"You have great skin so just a light foundation" said Becky. "Most girls
would kill for satin skin like yours... Now a little rouge... Not too much
makeup I don't think. Let's keep it simple for the daywear. We can tart you
up a little for the evening dresses later. What lipstick do you think? A
nice soft pink... One of these? Here you choose... You don't mind? Come on
pick one... Good girl, that one, its called `tease'... You don't mind me
saying good girl do you it is just that it seems so weird calling you
James."

And so on it went. I was surprised how long the whole process took and I
had a now understanding of why girls always took so long to get ready.

Eventually I was finished. I have to say I looked great. Better than
great. Passing as a girl was not going to be the problem. I looked super
cute. A real babe. I actually fancied myself. I say there staring in the
mirror as Becky put the makeup away. Without realising one of my hands was
touching my breasts through the satin bra. I was clamping my legs
together. I was actually very turned on by the sight of this stunning girl
staring back at me. Or maybe I was turned on by being this stunning girl.

"Some self-control please ladies" joked Becky spotting me. I blushed
again. "That's OK, sweetheart, all girls have to experience their
bodies. You will soon get used to it, and what touch pleases you."

I was so ashamed. "Come on, lets go" I said standing up. I started to pull
on my t-shirt and jeans but soon realised that the t-shirt was going to be
very tight with my new chest.

"Why don't you slip into something easy while we walk to the studio. Here
try this".

Becky handed me a short powder blue skirt, very light material .and the
white strappy top I had worn before.

Now I want to pause for a moment. Some of the readers might already assume
that I had lost control of the situation. I had never considered dressing
in girls clothes before and it certainly was not a fantasy of mine. Maybe I
had already lost control. But when I took the skirt and top from Becky I
felt something else change. I had already suffered the humiliation of
dressing like a girl, wearing makeup, having my hair coloured, and even
being called a girl by Becky. I noticed when I took the clothes that I was
not so embarrassed. I think I had Becky, Aunt Jenny and even Doris to thank
for that. At no point had they made me feel a sissy or ashamed. They were
taking it in their stride and so, it seemed was I. As I stepped into the
skirt I was not thinking "oh hell, I am wearing a skirt", but more "oh
hell, this skirt is short."

And it was. It was way above the knee and showed off my bare legs
completely. I pulled on the top and arranged it so that my breasts were
nicely in place.

"Shoes?" asked Becky. I looked on the floor. There were my dirty trainers
along side a pair of open toe sandals. I slipped on the sandals.


Aunt Jenny was overjoyed when I strolled into the studio. I think she
didn't even recognise me for a second.

"Well look here. The homecoming queen just arrived. Darling, you look
lovely. So pretty. Here, do a spin and let me look at you. Wow, we are
going to have to keep an eye on you. I know some of Becky's boyfriends who
would love to get their hands on you."

The shoot continued until early evening. I tried on a total of four
outfits. One more summer dress, but very short, a lovely long white shirt
with a frilly pale green top and two longer dresses.

Aunt Jenny explained to me how different lingerie types and colours had to
be worn with different outfits. I was made to change my bra for one of the
dresses that had a more open back. Aunt Jenny also suggested that I wear a
different bra with one dress that had thin shoulder straps. Each time this
was discussed she first asked me to pick out the lingerie I thought would
be most appropriate.

"Come on Aunt Jenny, I don't need to know this stuff. Cant you decide."

"I really haven't got time to make all these decisions and Becky might be
busy doing other things. Everyone who wears dresses needs to consider what
they wear underneath otherwise they might make a real fool of themselves."

I was also reprimanded for not wearing matching panties with the bras.

"What happens if you get in a car wreck" Becky joked, "how embarrassing
would that be if you were in the emergency room in bad underwear."

That evening we finally took a breather from the shoot. I was exhausted. I
had been standing in heels of different heights all day and under the hot
light had to have my makeup touched up three times. Becky had done a great
job and I would have looked a real mess without her. I slipped on my short
blue miniskirt and the white strappy top and headed back to the house. I
was really thirsty and thought I would grab a drink before showering. I
flopped down on the couch with an orange juice and tried to make sense of
everything that had happened in the last few days.

"Close your legs, young lady". Aunt Jenny was standing in the doorway
looking at me. "I can see your knickers. What would a stranger think if
they walked?" She seemed perfectly serious. "People drop by all the time
and the last think you want is for them to think you are some sort of
slut. When you are dressed as a girl you must act like a girl."

"Sorry Aunt Jenny", was all I said.

Aunt jenny then proceeded to show my how a lady should sit. Straight back,
legs crossed at the knee or ankle. Shoulders back and chest out but not
thrust out like a tramp she explained. I followed her instruction. The
positions didn't feel natural but Aunt Jenny explained that after a few
months all girls find it natural.

"But I wont have to worry about that", I said, "In a few days I'll be
lounging around in my jeans again. I'm going to shower."

As I was standing up the doorbell rang. Becky was walking past the front
door and immediately opened it. There was no time for me to disappear
upstairs.

"Relax," Aunt Jenny spotted my anxiety immediately and reassured me "just
consider it part of your training".

"Not training...acting" I corrected her.

Becky appeared in the sitting room with a middle aged couple. Danny and
Louise had brought over some photos and wanted Aunt Becky to select some
for framing. They were both in their early twenties. Danny was almost 6
foot. Well build and towered over me. Louise was a stunning redhead, about
my size. I found myself studying Louise's clothes. Ah yes, she was wearing
a thin summer top like mine. That skirt goes well with her skin tone. Is
she wearing makeup? I decided she was but just a little. And her breasts
were definitely smaller that mine. Poor women, I thought. Clothes look so
much better with a decent chest.

"Sorry to drop in on you like this," Danny said "we have been trying to get
hold of you all day".

"Sorry Dan" said Aunt Jenny, "I have been in the Studio shooting all day
with Becky and ... my niece"

There was an awkward pause. Obviously Aunt Becky was not able to call me by
my real name, James.

"Hi" said Louise giving me the once over.

I put on my softest voice and managed the sweetest most feminine "hello" I
could.

"Oh you are from the UK" chirped in Danny, "welcome to the USA, I'm Danny
and this is my wife Louise."

He held out his hand and was waiting for my introduction. I looked at Aunt
Jenny and Becky. They were giving me silent encouragement.

"Thanks", I said taking his hand. My hand seemed tiny in comparison. More
pause and then finally, "I'm Sophie".

Where the hell did that come from? I heard Becky giggling behind me.

"Maybe you would like to get our guests a drink, Sophie" said Aunt Jenny.

"That would be great" said Danny " A couple of wines please".

At least I knew where the wine was from the day before. I stood up as
delicately as possible trying not to give Danny a flash of my panties and
walked towards the kitchen. I could see his eyes scanning me as I passed
him. His eyes darting down to my breasts and then my bum. I was sure he was
undressing me in his mind.

I took deep breaths in the kitchen, grateful that at least I had survived
so far. Returning to the room with the wine I handed one to Danny and
proceed to put the other on the small table next to Louise. Bending over I
immediately realised my mistake as I would tell I had just given Danny and
eyeful under my short skirt. I quickly shifted to bend at the knee and stop
the view he was clearly enjoying.

Danny and Louise stayed for the better part of two hours. Danny was in deep
discussion with Aunt Jenny while Louise chatted with me and Becky. I was
getting more confident as the conversation wore on. Obviously Louise had no
idea I was actually a boy dressed as a teenage girl. In fact she kept on
complimenting me on how pretty I looked and asked where I had got my
outfit. Eventually the conversation drifted to a BBQ that they were
planning that Saturday for their teenage sons Rob and Nick.

"I know Jenny will be away at the weekend but why don't you two come
along?" asked Louise.

"That will be difficult" I immediately said, but couldn't think of a decent
excuse.

"Oh come on Sophie" chirped in Becky. "It will be fun and you have nothing
planned for the weekend."

I could have killed here right there and then. "But what about the photo
shoot" I added finally glad I had the excuse.

"But Aunt Jenny will be away showing the client the photos so far so there
won't be any shoot."

Why was she doing this to me? There was absolutely no way I was going to go
to a party dressed in girl's clothes. I decided to agree now and then argue
about it later.

"Great" I said "I look forward to it."

"Oh good! Nick is about your age. I am sure you will get along
wonderfully." said Louise.

Eventually Danny and Louise left and I immediately complained to Becky.

"There is no way I am going to that BBQ. I am not a girl. The photo shoot
is one thing but this is something totally different."

It turned out that Becky had dated Rob the year before and was absolutely
desperate to get back together with him. She begged my, tried to bribe me
and then begged me some more. Then Aunt Jenny started in me. She knew how
important this BBQ was to Becky.

"Come on now Sophie, Becky has been very good to you. She has spent all day
getting you ready and taking care of you. You would have been totally lost
without her. I think you can do this one favour for her."

"OK", I finally agreed "but we leave the BBQ as soon as possible OK?"

"OK" said Becky and Aunt Jenny together, clapping their hands in
excitement.

"Right, off to bed girls, we have a lot of work in the morning. Becky, help
Sophie to get ready for bed. I think its best if we call you Sophie all the
time now, just in case we get caught out. How embarrassing would that be?"

Aunt Jenny was making a certain amount of sense. Being called James in
public when I was dresses as a teenage girl would be a huge disaster. Becky
led me upstairs and showed me how to remove my makeup. I carefully hung my
clothes up and then went into the bathroom. The breasts had to stay on
Becky reminded me, and I had to go through a whole routine of cleansing,
washing and then moisturising. Total time about 40 minutes. I could have
been ready for bed in two a couple of days ago.

Becky moisturised my back and told me to do my legs.

"What about my breasts", I asked "Do they need any special maintenance."

Becky giggled. "Oh Sophie, you are so funny. They will be fine. How do you
like them?"

I wasn't expecting an answer like that.

"Well they are not too big I guess".

"That's OK Sophie. All girls think their breasts are too small when they
first get them"

"I didn't mean..."

"And your nipples are so much bigger now don't you think?"

I looked down and touched the large nipples. I was reminded about their
sensitivity. I was totally naked apart from a towel around my waist and
Becky wouldn't help noticing my cock stiffening as it responded to me
touching my new breasts.

"Don't kneed them silly," laughed Becky, "girls like to be touched gently,
well most of the time. Just cup your breast and then run your thumb over
your nipple. There. Doesn't that feel nice?"

A huge tingle ran down my spine and I let out a small gasp of pleasure.

"Careful now, Sophie. Look what's happened."

I quickly turned around to hide my now fully erect cock that was peeping
out of the towel.

Becky laughed again.

"Come. Let's find you something to wear to bed. I can lend you some of my
clothes until you get your own."

"What about my pyjamas" I enquired.

Becky looked at me. I looked back and there was a long gap as she carefully
worded her response.

"Sophie, if you want to wear your pyjamas then go ahead. They are on you
bed I think. But they are so rough. You have been dressed as a girl all day
and absolutely the best bit of being a girl is to fall asleep in soft
sheets with a silky nightie on caressing your soft skin as you sleep. Girls
dress this way to bed for a reason you know. I mean you have come this far,
why not try it. I know Aunt Jenny thought you might like to as she
mentioned it to me. But if you want your pyjamas then go ahead."

More silence.

"OK, what did you have in mind?" I eventually asked

"You choose" she squealed with joy running into her room.

Neatly folded in her draw must have been a dozen different nighties and
teddies. Some were long and some just thigh length. There were lots of
shades of cream, soft pinks and even some dark red and black ones.

"So Sophie, what do you think?" she asked as I surveyed her collection. I
had absolutely no idea. "I can see you are completely overwhelmed with
choice young lady. A typical girls reaction to a quantity of clothes. Here,
try this one. It is my absolute fave."

She pulled out a long cream silk night dress. It was ankle length with two
thin shoulder straps that crossed at the back. She lifted it over my head
and it fell into place. I was amazed at the softness of it as though it was
floating on my body.

"Isn't this fun" Becky giggled as she tucked me into bed and kissed me on
the forehead. "Good night Sophie".

The next day passed as a blur. Essentially I was living a life of a teenage
girl. The voices of Becky and Aunt Jenny rattling through my head all
day. "Come on Sophie, are you still in the shower...let me help you with
your mascara...not too much breakfast no one likes a fat girl...oh you
found the clothes Becky left out for you, what did you choose to wear? That
green top really sets off your eyes...did you find the knickers I left by
your door. Plenty to choose from...are you all tucked away like a good
girl? OH, let's start the shoot with this long evening dress. Becky had
done an excellent job with your evening makeup. You look so seductive...
you remind me of Becky at her prom...remind me to tell you a story about my
Becky getting caught kissing Bradley by the school head. Bradley is lovely.
He would adore you in that dress...you know there is nothing sexier for a
girl than when she is first considered by men as a woman... Touch up your
lipstick while I change the roll Sophie...oh that dress really shows off
your curves, do you like it?"

That evening Aunt Jenny, Becky and I were sitting around the table having
eaten another meagre meal. At this rate I was going to be a size zero. It
was a warm evening and I was relaxing, at Aunt Jenny's insistence in a
short denim skirt and a white t-shirt with `Cute' written across my chest.
The resistance I put up was shrugged off with comments about how another
customer might appear and that was the only top Becky could lend you at the
moment. Becky and Aunt Jenny then suggested that I needed some essentials
of my own and that we were going to visit the mall in the morning. "Nothing
to worry about Sophie, but we need to get you some bra and panties, a few
skirts of your own and some tops. You also need your own makeup. Becky has
been very good to lend you hers but every girl should have her own set. You
will also need some cosmetics. Becky will help you choose. Would you like
anything else?"

"Like what?" I asked "resigned to a nightmare day at the mall.

"I don't know. Whatever. Becky sometimes gets carried away when he shops.
It doesn't have to be all drab you know. If you are going to dress as a
girl for the next week or so then you might as well make the most of
it. Most boys never get to experience this." I obviously still looked
confused as Becky butted in.

"Maybe a nice handbag for your makeup" she suggested. "I love bags. What
about some sexy lingerie? Stockings or something? Ever tried on a pair of
stockings? I don't know what it is about stockings but when I wear them I
feel so feminine. You should try them."

"And have you thought about when you are going to wear on Saturday,
Sophie?" chirped Aunt Jenny. "Becky will help you pick something out."

The next morning I awoke much more rested. The silk nightie really did fell
great against the skin, Becky was right about that. I showered, put on my
makeup, under Becky's supervision and then put on some simple white cotton
bra and panties under a pale green knee length dress. After breakfast we
headed off to the mall. Aunt Jenny had to visit a customer is Becky and I
headed to fill up my wardrobe. After about an hour of near panic every time
a sales assistant approached up it soon became clear that they thought we
were just another pair of teenage girls shopping. We started with the
lingerie and Becky picked out some essentials.

"A couple of g-strings in case you are wearing something tight. You need at
least 4 or 5 bras to start with. What about this sweet little cotton white
one. That would match those panties. And I love satin bra and panties sets,
they make me so sexy. I am sure the boys can tell you know, just by the way
I walk or something. Why don't you pick a pair? After all you are going to
be wearing them."

I just stood there looking blankly at her.

"Becky, I don't care..."

"Stop that Sophie." she had her strict face on. You are going to ruin
everything with that attitude. For better or worse we are in this situation
and Aunt Jenny and I are trying to make the best of it. Now the very least
you can do is stop being so macho and dumb about it. For go's sake Sophie,
cant you just try and enjoy it?"

Enjoy it, was she crazy. But she was right to scold me. My male ego was
getting in the way and even I was started to get annoyed by myself. The
time to make a stand was about 72 hours ago. This is the first time either
Becky or Aunt Jenny had been cross with me and it took me by surprise. I
felt upset and worried. After all so much of my survival over the next week
depended on them both.

I looked at the rows and rows of lingerie determined to make a choice for
Becky. I wandered around and eventually picked up a pair of red silk
panties and bra, checking my size. Becky giggled. "Sophie!" she squealed
"you big tart! Those will drive the men wild if they ever got a sight of
them."

"I just thought..." putting them back.

"Do you like these?" Becky asked holding up a pair of pink silk panties and
bra set. "Not as racy as the red but still sexy. What do you think?"

"They are nice" I replied. Had I just called them nice?! I held them. "I
would wear them on Saturday" I suggested.

Becky was thrilled by that. "See silly, now you are getting the hang of
this whole shopping thing."

By the end of the morning we had charged the best part of $1000 to Aunt
Jenny's card. As we were leaving I spotted a long tight dark cream lace
dress, just above the knee in length. Something about it really appealed to
me. "How about this for Saturday?" I asked Becky. Becky had purposefully
refused to suggest anything for Saturday's BBQ telling me it was my
decision. I picked it up and noticed the delicacy of the material.

"Its gorgeous" said Becky, "go try it own". It fitted perfectly surveying
myself in the full length mirror.

"Do don't think my bum looks too big do you? It is very tight?" Becky found
that hysterical. "Oh, Sophie, if only I had a dollar for every time a girl
had asked that. You are such a sweetie."

When we came to pay Becky told me that we had reached our limit of Aunt
Jenny's card. She had set a strict limit. If I wanted the dress I would
have to buy it out of my own earnings from the studio. I looked at the
dress again and thought about what else I would wear to the BBQ.

"It's so lovely, Becky. I'll pay". I had just bought my first dress.

"We have about an hour to kill before Mum gets back. Let's go get
a...ohmygod! There's Rob and Nick. Quick in here"

"Who?" I asked. But it was too late. Rob and Nick were heading our way and
had spotted us.

There was clearly some tension between Rob and Becky. Rob was around 6
foot, probably 19 years old and was a real quarterback jock type. Nick was
blatantly staring at me waiting for an introduction. He was a little
shorter. Maybe 5' 10", had light brown mousy hair. Both guys were in much
better shape than I had ever been in. After shaking hands we all started
chatting over a drink. They were especially interested in England and what
I was doing in the US. What struck me was the tone of their
conversation. It was as though they were on special behaviour just for us,
trying to impress us. I finally realised what it was like to be a girl
being chatted up. "I could get used to this sort of treatment" I thought to
myself, before immediately reprimanding myself for thinking that.

Becky said she was off to phone Aunt Jenny to see what was going on. She
walked to the other side of the mall and Rob said "Excuse me" a few moments
later and followed her. Nick and I watched as Rob caught up with Becky and
they were deep in conversation for a good 10 minutes before Rob returned
and Becky made the call.

"Well?" asked Nick to his brother.

"I suggested we head up into the hills to lookout point. Nothing else to
do" said Rob.

"Sounds good to me" replied Nick.

"What's lookout point?" I asked. The boys both laughed. Becky reappeared.

"Come on Sophie, let's go powder our noses."

"Huh? Oh, yes" I said following her to the ladies.

"Aunt Jenny says we can come home later" said Becky calmly.

"What? We are going to this looking point?"

"Lookout point, and yes. This is real important to me Sophie. I really like
Rob. Please come along otherwise they will both disappear."

"OK, can't be any worse than Saturday", I said "what is lookout point?"

"It's a romantic spot in the hills. Don't worry. I will take care of you."

We loaded up the boys' car and that stopped off to get some beer. About 40
minutes later we were deep in the outskirts of town in a remote spot
overlooking the country below.

"You can see why it's called lookout point, Sophie," said Becky.

Becky and I were on the back seat at my insistence. The boys in the front
flung the doors open, turned up the radio and opened the beers. We chatted
and drank for about 2 hours. Rob was clearly the fun jokey one while Nick
seemed the intellectual more serious type. I could not believe how
differently you are treated as a girl. A little makeup and a dress and you
don't have to worry about getting attention. There was no pressure to make
conversation. That seemed to be the guy's job. Becky and I just had to sit
back and laugh at their jokes.

Eventually the guys went off to relieve themselves.

"You OK Sophie," asked Becky.

"I think I am a little drunk." I replied.

"That's OK, you are doing fine. I am going to try and get Rob alone for a
while. You going to be OK?"

"Sure", I said before realising that if Rob was alone with Becky then I
would be alone with Nick. "What about Nick?"

"What about him?" she asked.

"What if he tries something? He might find out I am not a girl."

"He won't, just keep his hands where you can see them" she laughed.

Becky saw the guys returning and ran off towards them jumping playfully
into Robs arms and giggling. They joke wrestled for a bit before sitting
down on the grass about 20 yards from the car.

"Mind if I join you?" Asked Nick planting himself next to me on the back
seat and offered me another beer. Nick was actually a real nice guy. He
didn't feel the need to keep up with Rob's jokes when we were alone and we
discussed our interests. He also liked photography. We must have talked for
at least an hour. I noticed it was starting to get dark.

"Wow, it must be late" I said. The beer was really getting to me and my
head was starting to swim. I looked over my shoulder to suddenly see that
Rob and Becky were not there.

"Where are..."

As I turned back Nick moved in for the kill. I was met by him lips. His
hands were on my shoulders as he pulled me towards him. Confusion set it as
I desperately tried to clear my head. The next thing I know I can feel
Nicks tongue between my lips. He is kissing me. Ohmygod, what am I going to
do. He seemed so strong and his weight was leaning on me. I tried to push
him away but the beer was making any objections difficult. One of his hands
landed on my knee and started to move up my dress. This has to stop
immediately. Complete panic set in. I grabbed his hand and put it back on
my shoulder. OK, that's better. Close one. If I keep letting him kiss me
then maybe he won't go back down there. I remembered Becky's words. Keep
his hands where you can see them.

Nick continued to kiss me. His tongue gently explored my mouth and
lips. One hand was holding the back of my neck. I just lay there hoping
Becky would return soon. Nick's other hand eventually slipped down towards
my breasts. I moved it back up to my shoulder but he was an insistent
little bugger and before long it was back on my breasts. I had completely
forgotten about those damn sensitive nipples. The beer seemed to only
heighten the effect. Thankfully he was being quite gentle. He slowly
massaged them. Wow that felt nice. I moaned in his mouth. I hope Becky
doesn't catch me doing this. And then the biggest surprise of all. I am
actually kissing Nick back. Those breasts really do have a lot to answer
for. I clamped my legs firmly together trying to get some relief. My little
cock tucked away was squeezed between by legs. I could feel my breathing
was very fast now. And I had one hand behind him head pulling him towards
me. My other hand was on his chest and he put one of his over it. Then I
felt him moving my hand a resting it on his lap. I suddenly realised what
he was after. I tried to move my hand but his was holding it in place. I
could feel his cock in his jeans. He was hard. He took my hand and started
to massage his cock through his jeans with my hand. His other hand was
still feeling my breasts. I was kissing his deeply now. I just couldn't
help it. It all felt so good. His other hand was behind my neck again. That
meant...I was still massaging him through his jeans on my own...oh
well. Might as well continue if it stops him exploring further was my
excuse but if I was being honest I wanted his to keep kissing me and
felling my breasts.

"Sophie! What are you doing!"

Becky was standing right by the car staring at me. Nick immediately pulled
away.

"You have made a real mess of your lipstick!" she giggles.

Well at least she wasn't mad.

"I see you two are getting on quite well" she said looking down at my hand
still resting on Nicks erect cock.

Shit. I quickly moved my hand.

"Becky, where have you been", I said desperately trying to change the
conversation.

"Just was a walk with Rob. We bumped into some friends of his and we smoked
some grass."

"Grass?" I enquired naively.

"Never mind, you ate too young, she giggled". She was clearly high and
drunk.

Nick drove us home. I sat silently in the back while Nick and Becky chatted
about school. I felt so ashamed. What had I done? I am not gay but I was
kissing a guy and had felt his cock. I felt disgusted at myself. I had to
make sure Becky didn't tell Aunt Jenny. I wanted to go back to England. I
was miserable.

Eventually we arrived back home. Luckily for me we found a note in the
kitchen. Aunt Jenny had been called away for the night. A friend of hers
was having marital problems and she was the shoulder to cry on. Maybe I
would have time to explain how Nick had jumped on me before she returned.

"I'll unpack the car" said Nick.

"Great, thanks. And then make a couple of cocktails."

I immediately went upstairs and closed my bedroom door. I collapsed on the
bed and started to cry. I was still sobbing five minutes later when Becky
came in.

"Sophie, sweetie. You are crying!" She rushed over and hugged me.

"I am sorry, Becky" I sobbed.

"Sorry for what? For what happened in the car? Don't be silly. That was
just a bit of fun."

"Please don't tell Aunt Jenny. You won't, will you."

"Of course not, silly. Come here". She held me close and I sobbed into her
shoulder.

"I'm not gay, Becky. Please don't think I am gay. He kissed ME."

"I know sweetie, I know. It's OK. Guys are like that. They can catch you of
guard. And I know you are not gay. Anyway, it would be weird if Nick had
not tried to kiss you. You are looking very cute this evening."

We both laughed a little.

"Thanks". I said.

"Listen Sophie, you must be very confused. I was thinking about this on the
way home. I mean you have spent all day living as a girl and even hanging
out with guys who have been eying you up. Hell, you saw the way Nick was
looking at you. I think it is perfectly natural what happened and you don't
need to be ashamed. I guess you are like any young girl on a first date. We
have all been there Sophie. Every girl is definite that they are not going
to let anything happen on the first date but then the guy is so charming
and makes you feel safe and buys you drinks. The next thing you know you
are at second or third base. Everything you have done today has been like a
girl on her first date. Anyone would have reacted in just the same way."

There was a pause. I felt much better. Maybe I was not weird after all. "Do
you like Nick?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you think of Nick? Simple question."

"He's a nice guy I guess."

"Was he a good kisser?"

"I don't know. I guess."

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself. He must have been doing something
right. Were you enjoying yourself Sophie?"

I felt I could open up to Becky. She seemed to understand everything so
clearly.

"Well, at first I was so grossed out. I mean when he suddenly started to
kiss me I was in shock. But he was quite gentle and didn't hurt me. Do you
think he's cute?"

I wasn't sure why I even asked that question. Looking back I think I must
have been looking for some sort of approval from Becky. I mean I hope I
hadn't let some ugly geek jump on me.

"Yes, of course he's cute. Do you think so too Sophie?"

"OK, I guess" I replied.

"Was he big?"

"What?"

"You know. You were touching him. Was he big? I remember touching my first
one", she said, "Derek Jennings" he was huge. Never did get to see it in
the flesh though. Is Nick big?

"Quite big."

"Well...?"

"Well what?"

"What else? She was pressing for more info.

"It was very hard. And it was so hot through his jeans."

"Isn't it great. I always fell so kinda `wow, I did that' when I make a guy
hard. It turns me on every time. Well at least it was Nick. He is a sound
guy. Could have been worse. Come on, he is thinking you are ignoring
him. Let's go downstairs."

"He is still here?"

"Sure, mums out all night so we are raiding the liquor cabinet."

"I look a mess." I said, looking down at my crumpled dress. My face was a
mess.

"Come on. Let's tidy you up."

Ten minutes later I had changed into my short denim skirt with my little
white t-shirt. Nice and informal I thought. Nothing too sexy. Becky had
cleaned up my makeup and even leant me one of her lipsticks to try. It was
a darker red than I had worn before.

Eventually we found Nick going through the CD collection by the stereo
drinking a beer.

"It looks like you gave Sophie quite the fright of her life Nick" Becky
joked. "Let's get her a decent drink.

We started to play drinking games while listening to the music. I had never
drunk spirits before and the gin was really strong. We thought about
playing spin the bottle but luckily Becky decided that was a dumb game with
only three. So we played truth or dare. The questions started off quite
simply. Nick took a truth and was asked who the first girl he ever kissed
was. It was some girl I had never met. Becky took a dare and had to drink
her drink in one. That seemed like a safe bet I thought as it was my turn.

"Dare" I said.

"OK, do you want to dare her or shall I?" asked Nick.

"My turn", insisted Becky.

"Sophie, I dare you to kiss Nick."

What? Had she just dared that?

"I can't do that?"

"You have to Sophie, it's a dare silly."

I quickly moved over towards Nick and kissed him on the cheek.

"Whoohoo" screamed Becky. "I should have been more specific."

"I'm not going to pick a dare again." I said defiantly.

Nick then chose a dare, clearly hoping it was to kiss me.

"Its my turn to dare Nick", I quickly said.

"OK, go on then" smiled Becky.

"Uh, Nick. I dare you to drink the rest of your drink"

A lame dare but a safe one, I thought. Nick downed the rest of his drink.

Becky took a dare. "I dare you to dare Sophie." Nick said laughing.

"What? You can't do that." I screamed.

"Well technically he can." replied Becky "it's in the rules.

"So unfair!" I couldn't help laughing too. The gin really was strong.

"OK, Sophie. I dare you to do exactly as I say for 5 minutes."

"Five minutes. What are you going to ask me to do?"

"I don't know yet, but you have to promise to do as I say. It's a dare."

"OK, hurry up. Let's get this over with."

"OK Sophie. Come here and sit next to Nick."

Here we go, I thought.

Nick was in the middle of the sofa so no matter where I sat I was right
next to him.

"OK Sophie. Put you hands on your knees. Now leave them here and you are
not to move. Understand?"

"OK," I was suddenly serious but the gin was making this still all a bit of
a joke.

"Remember, no moving...kiss her Nick."

Nick immediately lent over and started to kiss me. I initially did not
respond but before long found my mouth forced open and I instinctively
kissed him back. I was nicer when he was playing with my breasts I seemed
to remember.

"Play with her breasts Nick...just like in the car. She liked that. She
told me upstairs."

Not fair, totally out of context I thought as a hand started to gentle
fondle one of my nipples. The amazing sensation immediately returned.

"You see, she likes that. Don't you Sophie? I can even hear her moan. You
see Nick, Sophie is very shy. She has never even kissed a guy before today
so you are very lucky. Just rub your hand gently over her neck. I think she
likes that. I am like an older sister to her. She is my responsibility. So
make sure you are extra nice to Sophie Nick. Promise?"

"Hmmm" he mumbled in my mouth.

"That's good. Isn't that nice of Nick, Sophie? Nick promises to be nice to
you so now you must promise to be nice to Nick, OK? So why don't you put
your hand on his lap again Sophie, like in the car. That would be nice,
wouldn't it?"

"Nooo" I mumbled still kissing Nick. My head was spinning. Why was Becky
saying all this? Was she really trying to make Nick be nice to me?

"Come on Sophie, you have already had your hand there once this evening. Be
nice to Nick. He is being very nice to you."

Becky was now kneeling next to me so she was barely speaking above a
whisper into my ear. She took my hand and without any resistance placed it
on Nick's lap.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" she asked, pressing my hand down
against Nick's already erect cock. Why don't you stroke it for him? There,
just run you hand up and down his jeans. After all they are only jeans you
are touching. Can you feel how warm it is Sophie? You told me earlier how
warm it was when you touched it...Now Nick, why don't you be extra nice to
Sophie and kiss her neck. She has been very nice to you don't you think?"

Nick was clearly enjoying this. I knew he had had some experience with
girls but this all being laid on a plate for him. He continued to play with
my nipples as he started to kiss first my neck and then my earlobe. I
thought it tickled but then realised the shiver was a shiver of pleasure
running though me.

"There you go Sophie. What other nice thing can Nick do? I know, he can
show you his cock. You have never seen a cock have you Sophie?"

I only barely hear this and it took some time to register. I could fell my
hand being moved away from his lap by Becky and then some rustling and
shifting by Nick.

"Take a look Sophie" said Becky whispering in my ear. She moved my head and
I saw his cock sticking out from his jeans.

"What do you think, Sophie? What do you think of Nick's lovely cock?
Wouldn't you like to feel how warm it is? She took my hand and I was in a
daze as she placed it on Nick's shaft. It was warm, in fact it was hot.

"He has a lovely cock, Sophie, you are very lucky. Look it is a nice length
circumcised and clean and look at the lovely head. Can you see the veins
running down the side. And isn't it nice and hard. You made it hard,
Sophie. It is hard for you. Go on sweetie, don't he shy, why don't you be
nice to Nick and play with it for him. Just move your hand up and down the
shaft slowly."

Nick was leaning back on the sofa. His eyes shut. I slowly started to move
my hand up and down.

"Look Sophie," Becky said excitedly, "you make him moan, isn't that
exciting? Well done. You are really good. Now why don't you play with his
balls as well sweetie?"

She took my other hand and placed his balls in my palm. They felt
velvety. My head was swimming with confusion, alcohol and excitement.

"Do I stoke them?" I asked, hardly able to believe my ears.

"Just gently stoke them. And don't forget to keep wanking your boyfriend
off Sophie. Move you hand up and down. He really likes that. Why don't you
come down here on your knees. It is more comfortable."

I was now kneeling between Nicks slightly parted legs. I had his 7 inch
erect cock hot in one hand and his silky balls being massaged in the
other. My face could only have been about a foot from it.

"Isn't it a lovely cock, Sophie, you are such a lucky girl. Most girls
would love to be in this position" she whispered in my ear. "You are such a
pretty girl Sophie and very lucky that Nick is so nice to you and is
letting you play with his cock. Why don't you give it a little kiss." She
whispered.

I shook my head. There was no way.

"Come on Sophie, don't be such a spoil sport. Anyway, you promised to do
exactly as I say. OK, just kiss the shaft. Like a little kiss on the
cheek."

She was slowly pushing my head forward. I kept shaking my head as she
pushed my lips next Nicks shaft. I knew it was coming and managed to purse
my lips as his cock touch them. I pulled away.

"Now look, Sophie, you left lipstick on Nick's cock. That isn't very nice
of you. Come on, don't get Nick upset now. Lick it off."

I was still shaking my head as she lowered it again. Her grip on the back
of my neck was directing it back towards his shaft and this time she kept
the pressure on as it touched my lips.

"There's a good little girl. How jost open your lips slightly sweetie and
let your tongue remove the lipstick. Lipstick is for girls, isn't it, so
you cant leave it all over lovely Nicks cock. Oh Nick likes that. Why don't
you run your tongue up and down a little?"

She tilted my head back and forward so my tongue moved up and down his
shaft. Nick responded with more moans.

"That's it, now move you mouth a little higher Sophie. Kiss the head of his
lovely cock for Nick." She guided my head further until my tongue met the
head of his warm cock. "That's it." The texture was different to the shaft
and I would see Nick's reaction was different also. Becky continued her
instruction.

"Good girl Sophie. Now just run the tip of your tongue around the head. See
how he likes that? Look up into his eyes while you do that. Let him see how
grateful you are that he is letting you lick his cock for him." I could
feel my own little cock straining in my panties under my skirt. I was
clamping my legs together which was the only way to achieve any sensation
down there.

Now Sophie, this is very important. Nick has been very nice to you all day"
she whispered in my ear. "He drove you home and unpacked everything. He
took care of you and made sure you got home safe. So now we have to do what
girls do when boys have been very nice. You are going to give Nick a lovely
blowjob. Wouldn't you like that? Now just open your mouth as much as you
can Sophie."

She was right, Nick had done so much for me today. He seemed to have always
been there to open doors and take care of me. I was following Becky's
instructions to the word.

Now move your head over the top of his lovely cock Sophie. That's it. Now
sink you mouth down over it. That's right feel the cock into you mouth. Can
you take anymore into your mouth? Yes, that's it. How does your first cock
taste Sophie? Isn't it yummy?"

It didn't taste of anything in particular. It was slightly salty and a
little musky and very warm.

"Good girl. You are sucking Nick's cock very well. Move your head up and
down Sophie. Suck a little harder. See, he is moaning more as you suck
harder. That means he really likes you. Keep playing with his balls in your
hand Sophie. Move your other hand up and down the shaft like I taught
you. That's right, girl. Wank him off into your mouth. See how Nick is
tensing his body? That means you are a great little cock sucker. And first
time as well. If you are lucky he might cum for you. Wouldn't that be
lovely?"

My mind was a blur. I was sucking Nick's cock and he was loving it. I was
happy that we was enjoying it. I felt so naughty and yet so powerful.

"Wank him faster with your hand now Sophie. And really suck his cock
hard. That's it. Gently squeeze his balls sweetie. That's where he keeps
all his lovely cum. Aren't you excited to taste his cum Sophie. Look up
into his eyes again. Let him know that you really want his to cum in your
mouth. See how his hips are starting to move and tense up. I think he is
going to cum for you Sophie. Oh you are such a lucky girl."

I could feel Nick's cock suddenly engorge and become thicker. He tensed up
completely and I instinctively clamped my mouth down further on his lovely
cock.

"Keep you head down Sophie" Becky whispered, holding my head with a firm
grip. The head of his cock was now firmly wedges at the back of my
throat. I had stopped moving and he had completely tensed up. Then suddenly
I felt Nick shoot a hot spurt of thick cum into my mouth. I was expecting
it but the power of it still took me by surprise. I almost chocked but
managed to control myself.  I couldn't breath. It was so thrilling and I
was filled with panic. The first hot spurt was followed by a second and
then a weaker third. My mouth was absolutely full of his cum and I remember
being annoyed that some had escaped and was dripping down the edge of my
mouth.

"Good girl Sophie. You have all Nick's lovely cum in you mouth. That is
what real girls have to do everyday and they love it. Did you enjoy that
Sophie, I know you did." whispered Becky. "Now be a good girl and swallow
Nicks present all up." I took a big gulp and swallowed it. The hot thick
saline taste remained in my mouth.

"Wasn't that nice of Nick you let you taste his lovely cum? Now be a good
girl and clean up Nick's lovely cock."

Nicks cock was already starting to go limp in front of my face. I leant
forward and started to lick him clean, removing all traces of cum left on
his head or shaft."

Nick had a huge smile on his face.

At that moment Aunt Jenny walked in and my life changed forever.

"Oh my god", she screamed. She just stood there looking at me kneeling
between Nick's legs, Becky next to me, I could feel a little drop of Nick's
cum dripping down the side of my mouth. I quickly used a finger to push it
back in. I have never been so humiliated. I could not even think of what to
say. Sitting there resigned, with Aunt Jenny in total shock, also unable to
say anything Nick made the first move.

"I am really sorry, maam" he simple said, jumping to his feet, belting
himself up and making an direct line for the door. Aunt Jenny didn't even
look at him. I heard the front door close behind him.

"Listen Mum," began Becky, "it's not what.."

"Yes it is" interrupted Aunt Jenny, "it is exactly like that. Sophie,
upstairs and get cleaned up. Come down here. Becky, come with me young
lady, you have got some explaining to do."

Gratefully I ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. I just sat there
sobbing for at most half an hour. My life was finished. I was a guy who had
just been caught giving a blowjob to some guy I hardly knew. When this got
out everyone was going to think I was gay. I had to go back to
England. Yes, that was a plan. Get back there as soon as possible. But I
knew I had to apologise to Aunt Jenny first and make peace with here. The
truth was only one phone call away from my father. Man, he would kill me.

I stood up and looked in the mirror. The crying had made my eyes a real
mess. I sat infront of my mirror and started to tidy myself up. I removed
all my makeup and just used a light blush to make me look less stunned and
more composed.

Some of nick's cum had dribbled down my chin and stained my top. I grabbed
whatever was nearest in my wardrobe, a summer dress, and quickly
changed. Then I just sat there, wondering what was next. I had to get out
of here. Things had gotten totally out of control. I had to get back to my
normal life in the UK. But of course first I had to make peace with Aunt
Jenny. If any of this ever got back to England I was finished.

Feeling a little more in control I heard Aunt Jenny shout up from
downstairs. "Are you OK Sophie? Come on down when you are ready."

I tentatively went downstairs and into the living room. Aunt Jenny and
Becky were both looking very glum.

"Come and sit here" Aunt Jenny said, patting the space next to her on the
sofa. I sat.

"Sophie...James, listen" she began, holding my hand. I awaited the
inevitable lecture about how I had done terrible things. I already decided
that I was not going to blame Becky at all. I would say it was all my
doing.

"I am Sorry Aunt Jenny", I blurted out, "Don't be cross with Becky, it was
my fault. She didn't make me."

There was silence.

"There was a terrible accident, Sophie. Your father died in a road crash."

I was shocked. I had always hated my father but I could still feel a part
of me collapse.

Aunt Jenny went on to explain that my father had never even reached
Iraq. He had been killed the day before he was due to leave in a car
crash. He had been drunk. For almost two weeks the army and then the UK
authorities had tried to locate me but my father typically had not left any
indication as to where I was staying. Eventually they had tracked me down
through my Brother's uncle who thought I might be here. They had buried my
father a week ago.

The next few hours was all a bit of a blur. I cried. Aunt Jenny Cried. We
all cried. Eventually I found myself alone in bed. Aunt Jenny had given me
a sleeping pill and I was half asleep already. I tried to focus on all that
had happened in the last 24 hours. My shopping trip, all the dresses and
skirts I had bought, the kiss in the car, sucking Nick's cock and tasting
his cum and of course my father's death. "What am I going to do?" I asked
myself as I drifted asleep.

"Morning sleepy head" said Aunt Jenny, drawing the curtains "How is my
favourite model today?"

I grunted, still half asleep. Aunt Jenny sat beside my on the bed.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked.

Becky walked in behind her carrying a tray of breakfast. I smelt eggs.

"Ah, here it is" Said Aunt Jenny.

We talked about my father, the eggs, the modelling, and the weather. There
was no mention of what Aunt Jenny had witnessed when she had caught me with
Nick. After breakfast I sat in just my nightdress downstairs, my crimson
red painted toes poking out of my pink slippers. Decisions had to be made,
explained Aunt Jenny. She knew it would take time for me to get used to
losing my father but the UK authorities were keen to make plans for me. A
representative from the UK embassy was coming to visit after lunch. I
initially wanted to go back to England, but as we discussed it more I
realised that I had no family there anymore and although I was too old to
be fostered I would have to be supervised. The other option was that I stay
in the US. That would be OK with the authorities as Aunt Jenny was family,
but of course raised a few problems of their own. Everyone here knew me as
Sophie. Eventually we hatched a plan. I would be James this afternoon when
the embassy guy visited. As far as he was concerned I was going to stay in
the US with Aunt Jenny. When he left I would be Sophie again.  I would stay
here as Sophie for the rest of the holidays. Everyone we knew here would
think Sophie was leaving and after a few weeks away James would appear and
hopefully no one would spot the resemblance. We decided it was a great plan
and I went upstairs to get changed as James.

Aunt Jenny appeared with a bottle of solvent. "You will need this for your
breasts" she said "here let me help." Slowly Aunt Jenny and I began
transforming me back into James. A suitcase of my old clothes was brought
out, away went all my panties and bras and out came the jeans and
t-shirts. The guy from the embassy was only here for about an hour. He
mainly discussed things with Aunt Jenny, and before long he was gone. As
planned I went straight upstairs, Aunt Jenny followed and my transformation
to Sophie began again.

"Oh Sophie, welcome back", Aunt Jenny said checking that everything was
back as it should be. "Come here and give your Aunt a hug." She held me for
over a minute before releasing me. I could see her eyes had welled with
tears.

"Oh Sophie, I think I am going to miss Sophie at the end of the
holidays. Don't we have fun?" I remained silent. "And that silly thing that
happened last night, I am not angry darling, I was just surprised." We sat
down. We were obviously going to discuss what had happened.

"Becky is very sorry she didn't stop it" Aunt Jenny said.

"It wasn't Becky's fault" I said repeating my confession "she didn't make
me".

"Did Nick make you do it? Did he force you?"

"No", I said, "It wasn't like that. It just sort of happened. I'm not gay
Aunt Jenny."

"I know you are not gay silly. It is easy to get carried away. When you are
acting for a long time as someone else then soon you begin to become them."

"You are not angry Aunt Jenny, really?"

"Of course not.  But what are you going to do about Nick. You can't avoid
him for the whole of the summer." Aunt Jenny explained there were a few
choices. I could officially "dump" Nick but knowing guys he would blag to
his friends and the guys would be trying it on with me all summer. I could
avoid Nick, but that would be difficult. The local community was all very
close. Or I could keep dating Nick. I could explain that I had been drunk
and that he would have to behave in future. "After all" said Aunt Jenny,
"he is a decent guy. I have known him since he was a kid and it is better
to have a gentleman dating you than a bunch of vultures pinching your arse
every time you walk by."

Aunt Jenny did make a certain amount of sense.

"Will Nick really behave himself?" I asked.

"Sure he will" said Aunt Jenny. "you will soon find out how much control
girls can have. Guys are easy to control. Of course you will have to kiss
him sometimes. Do you think Sophie can handle that? From what I saw
yesterday I assume so. And having a boyfriend will help you keep in
character. Nick will expect you to look nice on dates and be all
feminine. It will help remind you to be a girl. After all you really don't
want a slip up between now and the end of the summer."

So it was it. I had agreed that Nick was going to be my boyfriend. I was
going to date him and kiss him just occasionally I told myself.  The rest
of the day, was spent exactly as most of the last week had been spent. I
was in the studio, as Sophie, modelling clothes for Aunt Jenny. Becky was
also there and occasionally teased me making reference to the night before.

"Go on, pout those lovely lips like you did for Nick" she giggled.

"Stop it" Aunt Jenny said, also giggling, "You know how embarrassed you
were when the first boy kissed you."

But Becky was enjoying herself too much and could see that I was not too
annoyed and was just glad that the tension of the night before had gone.

"Oh, Sophie, you look lovely in that evening gown. Better not let your
boyfriend see you wearing that, he would jump all over you...those
stockings are so sexy, do they make you feel like a sexy girl wanting to
kiss her boyfriend? Mum, did I tell you how much Nick liked Sophie kissing
him. She must be a great kisser."

"Stop it Becky" laughed Aunt Jenny, "I'm trying to work."

And so came the day of the BBQ. It had been arranged for 8pm. Aunt Jenny
had to leave at about 7pm so was not coming, but she was fussing around all
day making sure me and Becky were getting ready.

"Come on girls. Sophie you have been in the bathroom far too long...Oh
Becky that is such a shirt skirt, are you sure you want to wear that? Oh
Sophie, that is such a lovely dress, cream is your colour. That must have
cost you an arm and a leg. Oh, good choice of shoes, 3 inch pumps, they
really go with the outfit...Becky, help Sophie fix her hair, I've got to
go."

And so Becky and myself were ready, with 10 minutes to spare, Becky in a
short black skirt and pink tight top and me in my cream lacy dress. I had
to admit that it felt wonderful on and I finally realised why nice clothes
gave girls confidence. We waited patiently for Rob to pick us up. Becky
took the time to remind me how important it was that the evening went well.

"You must be nice to Nick. If he doesnt like you any more you are going to
be single all summer and the guys will pester you all the time."

We had been over it a dozen times.

Rob arrived, without Nick and soon we were at the BBQ. There were more
people than I had expected, all presumably friends of Rob and Nick's. I was
introduced to all sorts of people and Rob and Nick's parents had obviously
agreed to leave for a few hours. The music was cranked up and the party
started to get a bit wilder. A few people had smuggled liquor into the
house and were passing the bottles around. I had a huge sense of deja vue
and decided not to drink too much .  I hung around Becky who was chatting
about shopping to her female friends. They all complimented me on my dress
and I felt so happy that I had made a good impression. They guys were
mostly over the other side of the room chatting about sports. But as the
booze flowed more freely everyone mixed more. One thing was clear though,
Nick was ignoring me. As the night wore on I got more and more
worried. This was not the plan. I had already had three jocks flirting with
me and one even pinched my arse as he walked past me. Becky dragged me into
the bathroom and explained that she had heard that Nick's ex girlfriend was
here. I cant believe it, I was actually feeling jealous. Nick's ex was
getting in the way of my plans with Nick. He was supposed to be my
boyfriend.

"Don't panic Sophie, just look his way occasionally and smile if he looks
back. Don't act sulky."

As the evening progressed the guys got more and more drunk. Luckily Nick's
ex made out with another guy, presumably to annoy Nick, but the end result
was that they both left. Nick tapped me on the shoulder.

"Want to take a walk?" he asked.

"That would be great," I replied genuinely happy that he had asked
me. Hopefully we could seal our relationship in front of everyone this
evening and the other guys would get the hint to leave me alone.

Nick took my hand and let me into the garden. The garden was very large and
we walked right to the end chatting about the party.

"My ex is so history" he assured me turning to face me. I knew now was the
time. I tilted my head back and looked up at him inviting him to kiss
me. We embrassed and kissed, our tongues dancing together.

"You look so pretty tonight" he said "the prettiest girl here" .

"Thanks" I smiled happy that I had worn the dress and put my makeup on so
carefully. He really likes me I thought. This was going to work.

We sat on a bench at the end of the garden. The main house was out of view
and we were alone. We kissed some more and Nick moved a hand onto my bare
knee. "No, please play with my breasts" I pleaded knowing I had to change
his direction but secretely feeling arounsed by all the kissing and knowing
how great it felt when he touched them.

He immediately decided that this was a great idea and started to gently
feel my nipples through my dress. Once again I almost instantly started to
moan as the fake breasts sent pulses through my own nipples. He could tell
now what was making me excited and adjusted his hands to get the best
results. Soon I was almost panting in his mouth as he still kissed me, my
legs clamped together.

"I want you to be my girlfriend" he said, pulling him mouth away from mine
but still playing with my breasts.

"I'd really like that" I said, leaning forward and kissing him again.

So I finally had my boyfriend. Maybe the summer was going to be a breeze
after all. And in any case these breasts were giving me more thrills that I
had ever experienced before.

"Can I play with your cock again?" I asked. I was shocked I had even said
that. There was no blaming it on the booze this time. But I was so turned
on, and I really wanted to make Nick happy.

He nodded silently and I moved my hand down to his lap. I undid his belt
and then unzipped his flies. He was wearing white cotton shorts and I would
see his cock straining against the thin material. I reached in his fly and
placed my hand around his shaft. I looked up into his eyes. We were not
kissing. And he had stopped playing with my breasts. It just was me and his
cock. I started to move my hand up and down, alternating my view from his
cock to his eyes. I gave him a cheeky grin.

"Would you like me to suck it again?" I asked as innocently as possible. "I
would like to taste you again Nick."

Without waiting for an answer I leant forward and started to lick his
shaft. I was so much more confident this time and it didn't feel dirty or
wrong. Everyone thought I was a girl and Aunt Jenny and Becky had both
explained how it was almost expected of me when I was Sophie. I was just a
girl giving her boyfriend head. I moved between his legs and started to
suck his cock. My head bouncing up and down. I tried to imagine that my
mouth was a wet pussy gliding up and down on his cock.

"Harder" he grunted and I clamped my lips with encouragement firmer around
his thick shaft.  I decided that I liked the taste of his cock. It tasted
musky and manly and somehow I felt safe around him. Tasting his cock in my
mouth somehow reassured me that I was safe with my man.

Without realising I had started to play with his balls. I could fell him
starting to cum but I didn't want his to cum so soon. I slowed my handiwork
down and removed his cock, looking up into his eyes.

"I want you to cum in my mouth again sweetheart" I said, holding his cock
like a lollipop and licking his head. I started to suck him again. Soon
Nick would shoot in my mouth again. This time I was going to be ready. I
was going to make sure my boyfriend had the best orgasm I could give him. I
felt his hips starting to tense up and clamped my lips around his head. He
started to cum and I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the power of his cum
shooting down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could; making sure that
any dripping down my chin was collected and lapped up like a dog. Nick was
sitting there and slowly started to do up his slacks.

"Thank you" he said "I gotta tell you that you give great head. Most girls
don't seem to like it but you are so into it. Thanks."

Was I embarrassed or glad? I am not sure. We returned to the house hand in
hand. Becky came rushing over and without even asking seemed to know what
had gone on.

"You are such a filthy girl young Sophie, she said. "Who would have thought
that you would love sucking cocks. My my, we have come a long way."

The rest of the evening was fairly dull as people drifted off. Nick kissed
me goodnight when his parents returned and I want to bed happy at what had
happened. In fact I was truly happy for the first time in ages. The summer
would be great. And I really hoped it would not end. Needless to say it did
end, but Sophie didn't return to England. She stayed. And I dated Nick for
the next year. I must have sucked his cock twice a day in a desperate
attempt to stop him finding out about the truth. In the end he went off to
college and Becky and I moved on also. We both went to New York where my
"kind" had a proper community. I have a lot of oral sex over the next
year. Becky was right. I definitely had a taste for it. Eventually I lost
my virginity to a guy who looked just like Nick. But I would always
remember my first guy, and how lovely his cock was.

The End.