Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2015 04:38:54 -0500
From: joey starr <joeystarr69@gmail.com>
Subject: "My Awakening Series" Part 7 (TG Teen) by joey starr

Hello Dear Reader! Sorry for the delay between Part 6 and Part 7! Life and
work has been a little crazy lately. Again... if this story is thrilling
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Part 7--

Imagine my surprise when the phone rang the next day and it was Cory.
Instead of his usual "Do you wanna hang out?" I got a "I'm heading over
there in about ten minutes, as soon as I finish my chores."  then a hushed
"Put on something *girly* before I get there." As it happened, I was home
alone. My mother had flown out that morning for another business trip, and
would be gone a few days.

After hanging up, I ran to my room and got the yellow and white flower
duffel out of the closet. Cory had filled it with a few things from the
"KELLY" box at his house. I quickly stripped off my boy clothes and then
stepped into a sheer, cream-colored sundress that was made of a wispy, thin
fabric. It was sleeveless and short, falling to about my upper thigh. I
remember how cool and soft it felt to the touch.  Having it on, I really
understood why girls wore stuff like that.

It's crazy to me, looking back now, that "getting ready" when I was 13
years old consisted only of putting on a dress and brushing my hair. But I
was inexperienced and that's pretty much all I knew. So I sat wearing the
sheer sundress, and waited at the bottom of the stairs in the front hall
until I saw Cory coming up the driveway, carrying the big KELLY box from
his house. My heart skipped a beat. At the time it seemed very
romantic. And even now, I kind of smile a little thinking back on it. When
he wanted to be sweet, he really could be.

I opened the front door and Cory stepped through, he was wearing a
sleeveless shirt, and his biceps were bulging under the weight of the box
filled with Kelly's old clothes. My little tummy did a flip. He set the box
down, and his eyes immediately began to drink me in. Almost in one motion,
his shorts and underwear were down at his ankles, and I knelt down to
assume what was becoming my "usual" position, leaning forward to take his
hard cock between my eager little lips.

My forward motion was stopped when Cory's hand gently held my forehead. He
tilted my face up, my expectant mouth open, and he looked down at me,
smiling.

"That dress is so sexy on you, Joey." The words instantly put me into a
frenzy. Then his hand came off my forehead and I dove onto his cock with
force. I sucked and sucked and sucked. It was such a turn-on knowing that
Cory thought I was sexy. I sucked like I was his sexy girlfriend and he was
my hunky boyfriend. I still wished very much that he would kiss me, and I
hoped that that would come soon.

Of course the only thing that came was Cory. I think between the excitement
he felt on arrival, and my enthusiasm for the job, I set him over the edge
in under two minutes. My mouth was again filled with the reward for my good
work. I stayed clamped onto his dick until he pushed me off, panting and
trying to catch his breath.

We spent almost the next hour going through the KELLY box. There were a few
more dresses, some shirts, shorts, skirts, and jeans. In the bottom of the
box we found a few pairs of shoes, some sandals, and a pair of heels that
all pretty much fit me. There was also a girls swimsuit. Cory had me try it
on immediately.

It was a one piece swimsuit, fairly modest. It was red, with white flowers
printed into it. It had a layer of I guess "vanity" ruffle across the chest
(girls aren't always that well-endowed, and I was obviously pretty flat)
that accentuated what little chest I did have. Then there were 2 itsy bitsy
strings that went up and over the shoulders. The modesty ruffle had white
stitching, and the hips had little white strings tied into two cute
bows. Looking in the mirror of the bathroom, I looked like a cute blonde
girl on her way to swim in a pool. The way the bathing suit kind of
"tricked" the eye... even I, who saw myself in the mirror every day, was
fooled.

The best view was from the back. My ample butt filled out the bathing suit
nicely in the rear, and the contrast with my slim waist was striking. I
couldn't believe the way my butt looked, with the bottom crescent of my
buttcheeks peeking out of the bottom of each leghole.

The only thing that spoiled the illusion was the hard little "lump" down in
the front of the suit. I stared in the bathroom mirror, wishing it was less
obvious. Then I heard Cory pounding on the door.

"What's taking so long? Come on!"

Instinct kind of took over. I slipped the suit back off my shoulders for
just a moment, and scootched it down my torso a little. Then I reached down
into the suit, and took my little boyhood and tucked it back behind, as I
had done (as I'm sure many of us have done...) before when I looked at
myself in the same mirror. Then I clamped my thighs together a little,
pulled the suit back up into place, and opened the bathroom door.

Cory's eyes bugged out of his head when he saw me.

"Holy SHIT Joey. Holy SHIT. If I saw you like that... if anyone saw you
like that... nobody would know.  Seriously, nobody would know."

Before I knew it, I was down on my knees giving him blowjob number two for
the day, right there in the bathroom.

After blowjob numbers two and three, both performed while wearing the
swimsuit, Cory decided it was time to go outside. I was terrified, and it
took a lot of cajoling and "don't be a baby"-ing from Cory before I agreed
to go out in the back yard and sit on a lawn chair by the pool. But only
for a few minutes and only if he came with me. My heart was pounding the
entire time, and I kept thinking at any minute a neighbor or someone was
going to come over and bust me. Of course that didn't happen.

I remember how the combination of breeze and sun felt on my skin, even
through the spandexy fabric of the swimsuit. I felt like I was outside
naked.This was beyond a thrill for me. Having Cory sit next to me out on
the deck was an even bigger thrill. Again, I pretended I was the girlfriend
and he was the boyfriend.

Before going back in the house, Cory dared me to go into the pool and I did
it. I jumped in, swam to the other end, and then got out and ran back
inside, dripping wet. The wet swimsuit was clinging to me like a second
skin.

Blowjob number four happened immediately when we got back inside. Right
after we finished was when Cory decided he would ask his parents if he
could stay the night. Naturally his mother agreed (she always did). And our
play continued.

The rest of the day was spent trying on different outfits, hanging out,
giving Cory blowjobs, and letting him grope my butt. It got to be dark, and
we were starving. So we called the pizza place and placed our order. My
mother had, as usual, left $20 in pizza money to be used in her
absence. Cory asked if I was brave enough to answer the door and pay for
the pizza dressed like a girl.

"Um... no...I don't think so..." my stomach was in knots just thinking
about it. It was all well and good to dress like this for Cory, and share
this little private illusion with him... but I had a feeling the illusion
would break if I was ever under extreme scrutiny. Although... I had been
pretty lucky during my previous encounter with a pizza guy, dressed only in
a towel. I just didn't feel like pushing my luck.

"Come on! Just do it! It'll be so hot to watch it. You know you'll fool
them. And I'd be right there. Plus even if you don't fool anyone... you
could just say I dared you to do it. But you won't have to, because you'll
TOTALLY fool them.You're fooling me right now, and I've known you my whole
life practically." I thought about it for a second. Then came his usual
line. "Come on. Don't be a baby."

"How about this." I countered his proposal. "YOU open the door. YOU pay for
the pizza. YOU do all the talking. But I'll be there. I won't say
anything. I'll just be like, off to one side standing there."

"DEAL!"

Cory had me brush out my hair and get dressed in the short cream colored
sundress that I had been wearing when he showed up. It looked like the kind
of outfit a girl would wear if she was just hanging out on a summer
night. I slipped my feet into a pair of 'Candie's' sandals from my treasure
chest. I'm pretty sure they were imitation leather. They strapped around my
ankle, and they had a cork wedge bottom. They gave me a little height, and
I practiced walking in them while we waited for the pizza to get there. I
was only about 2 inches shorter than Cory now. The shoes were a little bit
big for me, but I scrunched my toes for support, and walked slowly. Cory
kept reaching up under the dress to pinch my butt, because of course, I had
no underwear on. Panties were the one thing that was sadly missing from my
little "hand-me-down" wardrobe.


Before too long, we saw headlights shine in the window, and knew a car had
pulled into the driveway.  Cory took up his station by the door, and I
stood off to the side as agreed. We heard a car door slamming, and then
footsteps up the walk. Then the doorbell rang.

I don't know why I didn't see it coming.

No sooner had the doorbell sounded than Cory took off like a shot. Just
like before. He was around the corner and within seconds I heard the
slamming of the downstairs powder room door. I couldn't believe it. I stood
in horror, shaking like a leaf as the doorbell rang again. Under my dress,
any excitement I had felt was totally over as panic set in.

Resigned to my fate (and hoping for the best) I decided to just bite the
bullet and open the door. I would just conduct business wordlessly, like
before, give him the money and slam the door. Then it would be over
with. Nervously, I threw the door open with so much force, it banged
against the wall behind it.

There, on my doorstep, was the same Mr. Puka shell necklace from before. He
had on this same A&F t- shirt and white cap. He gave me a once over, and
without missing a beat, he flashed a smile at me. I felt myself blushing a
deep crimson. Then he broke eye contact for just a second to look at the
piece of receipt paper in his hand.

"Hey. Uh. $11.50."

I froze. I realized then that I didn't know where the $20 bill was. I had
seen it in Cory's hand just moments before. But now it wasn't in the bowl
by the door, and I didn't know where it was. I choked. I didn't know what
to do. My mouth was open, but no sound was coming out. The pizza guy just
kind of smiled, and looked at me. Once again, he gave me the up-down.

"So... nice night we're havin' huh?"

"Yes?" My voice sounded retarded to me. Is this where I was going to get
busted?

"Yeah. So anyway, that'll be $11.50."

"Um. Hold on a second. OK?"

"Yeah, no problem babe." There was that smirk again.

Babe?

I whipped around, a little fast for my own good. I wasn't used to moving
around in girls clothes yet, and I wasn't used to walking in wedges, and
the wedges I was walking in were a little bit big for me. I stumbled
slightly, but I recovered before I fell over. As I was straightening up, I
felt a cool breeze against my left buttcheek. In my quick turn and stumble,
I had just given Mr. Puka Shell a free show. I was mortified, but I tried
not to show it.

With all my concentration, I walked gracefully on my wedges into the
kitchen. There I saw the $20 bill on the counter, where Cory had put it. I
said a silent prayer of thanks, and turned -slowly this time- and walked
back towards the front foyer, where Mr. Puka Shell was standing, grinning
from ear to ear. I had a surge of bravery, so I returned his smile.

"Here you go" I held the $20 towards him. "Keep the change." Once again, I
heard my voice and thought 'Whose voice is that?'

"Wow. Nice. Thanks, cutie." He flashed another killer smile as he put the
$20 in a fabric envelope and stuffed it into the waistband of his shorts,
flashing me a little bit of his abs as he did so. "So you having a little
pizza party here by yourself tonight?" He was still holding the pizza, and
not really giving it to me.

Cutie? It occurred to me then that this guy didn't just think I was a
girl. He thought I was a pretty girl.  And he was hitting on me. I blushed
a deeper crimson than I already was.

"Um... no...well....I mean... I..."

Just then I heard a noise behind me. Cory was coming around the corner from
the kitchen. He walked awkwardly over to Mr. Puka Shell and took the pizza
from him. There was a weird visual exchange between them. It looked like
the delivery guy was putting 2 and 2 together, and I got a little worried
that we were busted. My panic was rising, and just as I was about to run
screaming, he smiled again. He looked at Cory, and jerked his head in my
direction.

"She your girlfriend?"

"Yeah." Cory wasn't looking at him. He was looking at me. My stomach did
about sixty flips. I was his girlfriend? I was his girlfriend. I was his
girlfriend!

"Ni-i-ce little man. Haha... Alright, you kids have a good night. Be safe."
He did a high five with Cory as he was walking out the door, and then I
quickly closed the door behind him.

I was in shock. I was enraged that Cory had done that to me. I was relieved
that my deception hadn't been discovered. I was humiliated that I had
accidentally flashed my buttcheek to a stranger. I was insanely turned on
that this cute older guy had been flirting with me. I was over the moon
that Cory had just called me his girlfriend. I was starving. And I was
horny. I followed Cory into the kitchen.

Cory didn't even have to say a word. He just tossed the pizza box on the
counter, turned around and pulled down his shorts and underwear, letting
them drop to his ankles again. I hungrily fell to my knees and in less than
a minute I was swallowing his cum for about the eighth time that day.

Afterwards, we sat at the kitchen table and ate our pizza in total
silence. But periodically one of us would laugh, and then the other would
start. We each kept saying "What's so funny?" to the other one, but all we
could do was laugh. This went on through the whole meal.

That night after our pizza we watched some race car movie that bored me
half to death. But I didn't care, because Cory held my hand while we
watched it. And when it was time to go to bed, I dressed in my long
t-shirt, Cory dressed in his boxers, and we once again slept spooned
together with his arms around me. But this time, instead of awkwardness the
next morning, he let me suck him before we even got out of bed.

And THAT, "ladies" and gentlemen, is a great way to start your day.

TO BE CONTINUED...