Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2010 16:51:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Robert Smith <shadowdom920@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lindsey born

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Lindsey Born

Where do I start?  Hmmm, I guess I should tell you that I wasn't born
Lindsey Louise Jenkins, I was named Byron Thomas Jenkins and it was
expected that I would have the normal male life, you know, get to know a
few girls, find one, marry her, and raise our children.  Well, that did
happen, sort of, but there were some twists along the way.

I should explain some things.  By the time I was eighteen I was only five
foot nine inches, a bit short for my age and my frame was slight and
willowy.  Also, I was more interested in looking at women's clothes online
than in watching a football game and I could spend entire weekends, at the
mall staring at the prettiest clothes and wishing I were wearing them.

Worse of all I had been wearing my sister Beth's clothes for about three
years by that time.  She didn't know that I was sneaking into her room and
taking her clothes, well not until that day.  You see Beth was twenty-two
that year I was nineteen and she worked, and still works at the GAP at the
mall here in Shreveport, LA and so she gets a discount on clothes so she
has a LOT of them.

Beth is a real knockout.  She is almost six feet tall, with incredibly long
legs, and very nice breasts.  Not big ones, but breasts that make sure you
know that she is a woman.  She has the most sensual lips, and the most
beautiful green eyes you have ever seen.  Beth has been the most popular
girl in town and while she was in High School I used to listen to her have
sex with her boyfriends and sometimes some suspicious sounds during
sleepovers with girls.  But I think the most appealing thing about Beth is
her sublime self-confidence.

I had dated a couple of girls in school, but it never seemed to work out.
After a date with me I guess they were convinced that they were twice the
man I was and they went off after one of the jocks at school, or at least
some guy who could act masculine.  The good part about this dating was that
I had a solid base of girl friends, you know, in the manner that girls
usually say that.  They were friends, they were girls, and we could talk
and interact.  This got me teased a lot at school, but I loved just being
one of the girls and the verbal abuse was worth it.

Anyway, I was VERY jealous that Beth got to wear those clothes and I
didn't, so this day, when I was home alone, I snuck into her bedroom and
took a pair of blue panties, matching bra, heels and a teal dress out of
her room and ran to my room.  I, of course, had been doing this for years,
but this time I wanted to really look like a girl.  I was going to shave
today and feel more like a girl than I ever had.

My heart was beating so loud me though the neighbors could hear me and
simply laid out my new treasures on my bed as I stared at them.  I wanted
them so badly, but I wanted to be ready to wear them as well.  I looked
into the mirror and wondered if there was a way to apply makeup for the
first time perfectly.  Probably not and the instructions I had been reading
on the internet sounded easy, but like any art, I was willing to bet that
experience made things easier and more accurate.

But, as I looked at that face in the mirror, I began to visualize those
already long eyelashes with mascara on them and a shade of blue eye-shadow
that would make my already baby-blue eyes really pop.  I wanted my lips to
be so very pink and to find just the right color to highlight my high
cheekbones.  Well, I had to get started, if I was ever going to ...

I started my adventure by taking a bath; I used Beth's scented bath oil,
because I wanted to feel very feminine for my first time and shaved all of
my body.  Lucky for me I was not a very hairy guy and there is a very
sensual pleasure in raising a shapely leg up out of the water and feeling
the razor remove all that unsightly hair revealing, one blade-width at a
time, a girls leg.  It seemed as if I were a Michelangelo, using my razor
to create a pretty girl, where only moments ago a plain boy had been.

It was difficult shaving around my boy parts, but I thought it would be
worth it.  I had seen Beth in the shower enough times to know that she was
shaved there and so I figured that girls liked to have their private parts
shaved, and after all, Beth was my inspiration I had for what constituted
feminine in my world.  Anyway, I wasn't all that well endowed as my little
cocklette would only grow to about four inches when I was hard and it was
only about an inch and a half when soft.  I did like the way that shaving
myself made me hard.

After I finished shaving I went to the sink and tried to put on my makeup.
Well, it was on, but there must be ways of using this stuff that the
directions on the bottles, and my online instructions, don't tell you and I
had to remove everything except the lipstick so I didn't look like a clown.
So, all I was wearing as I left the bathroom was lipstick.  It felt
wonderful to be wearing it, even if it wasn't all that even, but just
knowing that the layer I could feel on my lips was lipstick was exciting.

I had taken my hair out of my ponytail in the shower and had used Beth's
conditioner on it.  I could see the luster of it; my hair was shining more
than it ever had before.  I put one of her hair bands on, the one that
makes your hair seem to be bunched in a series of tails that then flow down
your shoulders.  I really liked that look for me.

I was staring over my shoulder to watch my bottom as I walked out of the
bathroom, so the first that I realized that Beth was there was when she
laughed deliciously and said, "So, I was right, I really have a little
sister."  My head snapped forward and there, about four feet in front of me
was Beth.  She was standing there with her body leaning to the left from
her well-planted feet and her long brown hair falling along her right side.
Her hands were on her hips and her eyes were moving up and down my body,
concentrating on my face as she slowly began walking towards me.

"Well little sister, you have to stop stealing my clothes, and ... you
really are going to have to learn to apply makeup.  What is your name,
little sister" This last was said as Beth walked towards me, her eyes
locked onto mine and her right hand extended outward to touch my lips, my
cheeks and eyelids.  "Ah, ah, Lindsey," I managed to stutter before her
lips touched mine.  Beth broke our kiss and as her finger traced my lips
she said, "OK, little sister Lindsey, now you know that I am bisexual and
that you turn me on."  But, we really do need to teach my little sister how
to apply makeup and you really need to learn how to walk.  Let's go to my
room."  As we walked towards Beth's room she let her hand roam over my
bottom and my thighs, the dress of hers I had taken was very short and her
fingers seemed to love the smoothness of my thighs.

She walked me up to her makeup table and started to explain every detail of
every cosmetic she thought I should wear.  One at a time she had me apply
them and, if I was clumsy, she would have me remove it and reapply.  I was
in heaven as she worked with me.  There were so many little kisses and
caresses as we were working on my new face.  I felt so very girly and very
turned on by Beth.  It was a bit confusing, having my sister touching me
and kissing me, and, well, to be honest, turning me on.  I finally had to
stop her and ask her why she was treating me this way.  You see, as Byron
she had never given me much attention and I would have sworn that she
really didn't know much about me, but as Lindsey, she seemed very
interested in me.

Beth laughed that beautiful little laugh of hers and told me that she was
more interested in girls than guys, but had always wondered about
transsexuals and whether she would love best a girl who had a cock and
could use it.  She asked me if I was a virgin, and I had to admit that I
was.  She smiled again and had me look very carefully at the girl in the
mirror in front of me and asked me what I thought of her.

As I paid attention to my reflection I realized that Lindsay was a very
pretty girl.  She had wonderfully deep eyes; it is amazing how much good
makeup can change rather plain eyes into something very spectacular. I also
noticed that my cheeks looked longer and how my much defined lips were so
very feminine.  "Well Lindsey, what do you think?"

"I am very pretty, aren't I?" I asked her.  "Oh yes, little sister, you are
very pretty.  Now, let's find a nice padded bra for you that we can stuff
so you have some boobies under that dress."  I had to remove the dress from
my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at my feet and took off the blue
bra.  As my nipples were bared, Beth lowered her head and sucked my left
nipple into her mouth.  A gasp was wrenched from my lips as my entire body
seemed to become involved in that act.  Her tongue played with the nipple
as her teeth held on to the base.  Beth removed her mouth from my nipple,
smiled at me and told me that I had nicer nipples than many girls have
before she kissed me again.

Beth's kiss was passionate, slow, and demanding.  Her lips took possession
of mine, her tongue quickly found and conquered my tongue and I felt her
lipstick sliding on mine.  The result of all this activity was that my
cocklette was very hard and straining against my panties, which were, after
all, all I was wearing at this moment.  Beth's soft fingers wrapped around
it as she smiled at me, "Lindsey, would you rather be my lover or my
sister," she asked me.  I hesitated for a moment as she looked into my
eyes.  I knew what I wanted, but I also knew what society thought of
siblings who fuck each other.  I could see the impatience in her eyes as I
stammered out ... "lover."

Beth put her left hand at the root of my hair, under the back of my head
and pulled my hair, bringing my face up to hers, her eyes held mine as her
lips descended.  "Oh, little Lindsay, we are going to have such fun," she
whispered to me before her kiss once again took over my consciousness.  Her
fingers tightened on my cocklette and she began to stroke me.

My knees weakened and my nerves seemed to be concentrated in the pit of my
stomach.  I was being sexually used by one of the most beautiful women I
had ever known, this woman had created, or at least helped to create my new
identity as Lindsey, and she was bringing me, ever so slowly to orgasm.

Beth broke our kiss and pushed me to the floor, there I was with Beth's
teal dress under me, my legs spread wide as her fingers worked my cocklette
and Beth lowered her pussy onto my mouth.  "Use your tongue on the lips,
then lap the little hard nubbin at the top of my cunt little lesbian lover
of mine," were the directions I was given and evidently I was a pretty good
lesbian if the amount of pussy juice flowing from Beth and her moans were
any indication.

As I came closer and closer to orgasm Beth worked my cocklette faster and
at the moment of my release, she covered the head with her lips and took
all of my cum in her mouth.  At about that same time I felt her shudder and
heard her moan around my cocklette.

Beth moved off of my face and brought her lips up to mine.  "Open wide
Lindsay, I want you to taste boy-cum, see if you like it."  Then her lips
locked onto mine and the wonderful taste of cum swam in my mouth mixing
with the sweet nectar of Beth's cum.  Her tongue and mine swirling this
potent mix around in my mouth until we both came down from our orgasms.

Beth pulled away a bit and looked ever so lovingly into my eyes.  "Well
Lindsey, I guess we are going steady, aren't we?"  I could only nod and I
could feel my cheeks reddening from the admission.  "I have a lot to teach
you, my sweet girlfriend, and I intend to take a long time making sure we
do everything right."

I knew then, that I was going to make that dream of my parent's come true,
well, and part of it anyway, and I was going to spend it as the lesbian
lover of the most wonderful woman in the world.