My Friend

I do not know where to start. But, I guess that I should go back to
the time when I first met Richard Zeran.

Richard was everything that I as a young boy wanted to be. He came
from a good family, where as I did not. He lived in a nice
neighbourhood. I did not. His parents really seemed to care about him
and his sister Charlene. Mine did not care about me, at least I saw no
real evidence that they did.

Richard was well liked at school, and he was very good athletically. I
was not popular, and because of my slim short stature, I was not good
at athletics.

Richard had thick red hair, a wide chest, thin waist and strong
legs. He was about 5' 9" tall. His face was covered with freckles, and
his eyes always had a mischievous sparkle in them. I was not like
that. I had shoulder length dark blond hair, hazel blue eyes and a
remarkable complexion. In fact, at age 16, I still had not even
started shaving yet. Richard had to shave twice a day. I was 5' 4"
tall and very slim. The only thing that I was any good at was shooting
pool. That was the only thing that I coul d beat Richard at.

We first met when we were assigned to the same home room at high
school. For some reason, we just sort of clicked, and we started to
get along pretty well. Richard got along well with the guys that I
hung out with, though I did not meet any of the guys that he grew up
with.

By the time I had reached grade twelve, Richard and I were very close
friends. We both loved to gamble. We loved to take risks, and skip
school. We both loved girls of all shapes and sizes. We also loved to
get drunk, a lot.

Richard's girl was named Suzanne. She was a beautiful blond girl who
seemed to be madly in love with him. We'd often go and spend the
afternoon at her place. I usually ended up baby sitting her brother
while she and Richard spent most of the afternoons in her room. He
used to brag about how much money she would give him, in order for him
to keep going out with her. She sure did not need to give any guy
money, so she must have really been stuck on him. That was all that I
could figure.

Our friendship took a strong and drastic turn the spring of our last
year in high school.

Richard and I had skipped school, as per our usual practise. We'd gone
to his place and we spent the morning shooting at birds with his BB
gun rifle. It so happened that his parents and his sister were gone
for four days. I don't remember why, but they were gone.

Richard, as he usually did when he had some new idea for me to think
about, got me a beer, and we were in his bed room, watching
television, wasting the afternoon away. Then he asked me if I knew
anything about hypnotism. I told him that I did not know much, but
that I did not really believe that a person could be hypnotised.

Richard asked me if I wanted to try it, to see if it could be done.

Not being any wiser than I was, and knowing that I should not trust
him, I agreed. We flipped a quarter to see who would hypnotise who. I
lost. Richard was going to try and hypnotise me. I lay on the bed, and
he started to swing a gold coin on a chain in front of my face. I knew
it would not work, but I promised him that I would try hard to
cooperage.




Two



I knew that things were not feeling right, but I did not know why it
was that was wrong.

I was still in Richard's room. The television was still on. But things
were different. I wondered if he had done it or not.

Richard walked into the room. I was surprised as I had not know that
he had left the room. I looked over at him, and smiled.

"How are you doin'?"

"Good. Did you try it? I told you that it wouldn't work, didn't I?"

"Yeah, I tried it. And.... You were wrong. It worked. It worked really
good."

"It did?"

"Yeah, it did. Sit up and look at yourself in the mirror over the
dresser."

I giggled, thinking that he was really trying to put me on. I sat up
and I stared at the image in the mirror. The first thing that I
noticed was that my long blond hair was parted in the middle, and hung
down on both sides of my face, in the fashion that girls wore their
hair. Then I noticed that I was wearing eye makeup and lip stick, a
faint pink glossy colour.

I was stunned for a moment, because I knew that I was looking at a
girl, but she was me. I began to wonder what it was that he had done
to me. It was then that I noticed that I was not wearing my shirt. The
shirt that I had on was white. I had worn a red one. This one also had
ruffles up and down the front of it. It was some kind of shiny
material. It was then that I noticed that the front of it was pushed
out, like I had girl's breasts or something. But, for some reason, the
idea that I might have become a girl did not bother me very much.

Curious, wanting to get a better look, I slung my legs off the bed,
intending to go over to the mirror for a better look. It was then that
I became aware that my legs felt very sensuous. I looked down to see
that I was wearing alight brown pleated skirt, and a pair of nylons,
and light brown high heeled shoes.

Astounded, but not upset, strangely, I turned to Richard. "What have
you done to me?"

"When I hypnotised you, I asked you if there was any secret thing that
you wanted to do that you had never told anyone about. You said that
you wanted to try being a girl. So, I programmed you to go into my
sister's room and get all dressed up in her clothes."

"What else did you do to me, Richard?"

"Well, I gave you a secret word. Until you hear me say that word, you
will want to wear only girl's clothes, and you will want to act like a
real girl. You will also enjoy what you do as a girl more than
anything that you have ever enjoyed before. I wanted for you to have a
lot of fun with this."

"Wear girl's clothes? Act like a girl? What do you mean?"

"Well, I found out that you wanted to try being a girl. So I
programmed you so that all your inhibitions about being a boy, acting
like a girl are all gone, till after you hear that secret word. So,
you will dress like, feel like, and act like a girl. If I, as a guy,
kiss you, you will kiss me back, just like a real girl would kiss back
a boy that she likes."

"I... I don't believe you... I would never do that... I'm not a
fag..."

"Yeah, you are now. You want me to prove it to you?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, when I programmed you, I wanted you to feel about me the same
way that Suzanne feels about me. So, if I come over there and kiss
you, you will kiss me back, just like she kisses me."

"No..."

"Yeppur. I'll prove it to you."

Richard came over to where I was still seated on the bed, and stood
right in front of me. He reached down and took my hand. I did not want
to, but I stood in front of him. I had never stood so close to another
guy before, but I did not feel strange, like I thought that I
should. I liked it. It made me feel like a girl, and I liked that
feeling. I was astounded.

He placed both of his hands on my hips, and he pulled me tightly up
against him. I should have hated that. I did not understand what it
was, but I felt flattered that he liked me so much that he wanted to
be this close to me. My hands slipped up to rest lightly on his
chest. I could feel the muscles, and I could feel his heart beating. I
knew that these were the kinds of things that girls felt when they
were with him.

I did not want to be a girl, but I liked feeling this strange sense of
intimacy that I was having with him. One of his legs moved between my
nyloned beskirted legs, and he wrapped his arms tightly around my
waist. I could feel his thigh press lightly against my pantied crotch,
and it turned me on. My arms, as though they had a life of their own,
slipped upwards, till my fingers were intertwined behind his head.

I felt like a girl, and the feeling was a very satisfying one to me. I
felt strangely like I was a complete person for the first time in my
life. I felt like I was attractive, and wanted.

Richard smiled and slowly, ever so slowly lowered his head till his
lips were half an inch from mine. I sighed, waiting for him to kiss
me. I closed my eyes, wondering why I was acting so much like a girl.

It was true, in my most secret fantasies, I had wondered what it would
feel like to be a pretty girl, and have guys pursuing me all the time,
but that was as far as it had ever gotten. I was too scared of how
people would hate me, if they thought that I was queer. In the social
circles that I travelled in, guys just did not want to wear girl's
clothes, and kiss other boys. But, here I was, wearing girl's clothes,
and anxiously waiting for a guy to kiss me.

At first his lips brushed mine so lightly that I was beginning to
wonder if I was just imagining that he had kissed me. Then his lips
brushed mine again. I had this strange sense that I should not like
being kissed like I was a girl, but it felt so wonderfully satisfying
to me. I loved it. I could feel every feminine stitch that I was
wearing.

I could even feel the silk of the girl's panties that I knew that I
was wearing. I could feel the unaccustomed pulling of the bra straps
under my blouse. I could feel the wonderful tautness of my nylons all
over my legs, and it was delightfully sensuous. I could feel the
instep of the high heeled shoes pushing up against the arch of my
foot, and it felt very comfortable to me. I loved it. I also vaguely
wondered how I had ever learned to stand on high heels.

I could feel a tight constriction around my waist, and I wondered if I
was wearing a corset to. It was okay with me if I was. I just wanted
to wear anything that a normal girl wears. I did not know or
understand why, but I did.

I also became aware of the slight caress of dangling earrings brushing
my neck, and of the scent of a delicate perfume from my hair. I knew
that I was feeling all those things that girls feel, and I loved every
second of it. This was terribly satisfying to me. I wondered mildly
what else he had done to me, but I really did not care too much.

Then Richard pressed his lips against mine, in a real boy girl kiss,
and I felt light headed. I clung to his neck so that I would not fall
down. It was electric. I felt charged with some strange kind of
energy. It was very satisfying to. I felt completed.

When I felt his tongue lightly begin to lick my lips, I opened my
mouth, hoping that he would put his tongue inside of me. I wanted to
feel his tongue inside of me. I wanted to be French kissed, like any
other girl gets kissed.

He did not disappoint me either.

When the big thing entered my mouth, slowly at first, I was amazed at
how nice it felt. I began to lightly lick it, and soon, I was sucking
on it as though my life depended on it. It was so wonderful.

I felt an erection growing in my panties, and I loved the way the soft
panty material caressed the hard on. I also felt Richard's cock
growing big, and pressing against my tummy. I knew that I should hate
what was happening, but I was flattered that as a girl, that I was
turning him on so much. "He must really like me," I kept thinking to
myself. I hoped that he thought that I was pretty.

Richard kissed me like that for over half an hour, as his hands gently
but firmly explored my back and my skirted bum. I was in seventh
heaven. I had never felt so alive in my life. It was electric. After
he had kissed all over my face, and had felt me up a bit, he stepped
back from me.

"Well, do you believe it now? You are acting just like any other real
girl, and I can tell by the look on your face, that you love every
second of it. You feel like a girl, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do. I do not understand it, but I feel better than I have
ever felt in my life. It's... It's wonderful."

"Well, I got one more little surprise for you. Oh, by the way. Your
new name is Debi. It is spelled D-e-b-i. You like it?"

"It's really cute."

"Debi, you are really cute." As Richard said this, he placed the back
of his left hand on my right cheek, and gently and softly caressed me
in this manner. I felt that he really did mean that he really thought
of me as a cute girl now. I wondered if he would ever think of me as a
guy again. I also admitted that at that moment in time, I did not care
if he ever thought of me as a guy again. I loved being his girl
friend.

"What's the surprise?"

"Well, remember that I told you that I programmed you to act just like
Suzanne?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, one of the things that really turns me on about Suzanne is that
she really gets of on giving me blowjobs."

"You made me want to give you blowjobs?"

"I made you want to really get of on doing it, that is what I did. You
should really get turned on by doing it, the same way that Suzanne
gets cranked up by doing it."

"Oh..."

"That does not bother you, that I did that to you?"

"Well, I guess that it should, but I sort of feel that if that is what
chicks do, then it is okay to do it, because I feel like a chick. I
don't know how you did it to me, but I like it."

"Well, you have to understand one thing, Debi. No one can hypnotise
you to do anything that you do not want to do."

"Wow..? Is that true?"

"Yeah... That means..."

"I... I know what it means. It means that I am really a fairy after
all, whether you hypnotised me or not..."

"Yeah... That's it."



Three


I stood there, held in his embrace for a long moment, as I thought
over what he was saying to me. Was it really true? Had I really wanted
to wear girl's clothes, and act like a real girl, with my best friend?
It must be true. That would also mean... it would also mean that even
if he had not hypnotised me, that I might very well ended up at some
point in time, dressing myself up in girl's clothes, and trying to
make out with a guy.

The truth of this was overwhelming, but while I was dressed as a girl,
it did not bother me the way that I thought that it should have
bothered me. I knew that it was because I just wanted to experience
girlhood as much as I possibly could. I wanted to wear girl's
clothes. I wanted to be treated like a girl. I wanted to act like a
girl. I wanted to do everything that real girls did, even the things
that Suzanne did with this boy.

I made the decision to accept what had happened. I smiled up at
Richard, reached up and planted a little kiss on his lips, and I told
him that it was all right with me. I told him that I liked what he had
done, and I thought that I would like to do everything that Suzanne
did with him to.

His face split in a grin. He knew he had won. I'd become his personal
boy girl, and I would do everything that he told me that Suzanne
did. I thought that he was really a cute guy when he smiled.

"So, what is next on the agenda, Mr. Zeran?"

"Well, let's get a bit of lunch first. Then..."

"Then?"

"Then I am going to seduce you, and I am going to make you love me,
okay?"

For some reason, I felt a flush of happiness at hearing that he liked
me enough as a girl that he wanted to get it on with me. I could not
stop the glee from my voice, as I told him that it was okay with me. I
really did not know what he meant, or what he wanted me to do to him,
but it was okay with me, no matter what it was that he wanted.

He took my hand, and led me out of the room, down the hall way and
into the kitchen. I was amazed to find that he had already made some
sandwiches, and already had cold beer waiting for us. I may have been
dressed like a girl, but I ate like a boy. I was ravenous. I ate, and
every second of eating with him, I was aware that I was a girl in his
eyes. I felt wonderfully strange, and happy about it. I knew to, that
underneath it all, I knew that I was a boy, but that I was happiest
being a girl.

When we were done, and he watched me as I put an apron around my
waist, and I washed the dishes, such as they were, then he took me
back to his room.

We lay on his double bed, and he placed one of his legs between my
nyloned legs, and he began to kiss me all over my face and my neck
again. I loved every second of it. I relished being the one who was
being made love to. It was like a stamp of approval that this guy
wanted to make it with me, in a strange way.

When he broke off kissing me for a while, and we were talking about
all kinds of stuff, I asked him whose clothes I was wearing. He told
me that they were Charlene's. I really liked that. Charlene was only
thirteen, but she was a hot little fox. I had often lusted after her
myself. It pleased me to know that I was small enough to fit into her
clothes.

I asked him if it would be all right for me to maybe try on some of
her other things later on. At first he was a little surprised that I
would ask if I could try on his sister's clothes, but then, in a
rather accepting way, he grinned and he told me that after he had made
love to me, that I could do whatever I wanted to do. Then he returned
to his kissing and I forgot about everything else.

I lay in his arms, feeling his strong hands gently caress me all over
my back and bum and thighs, as he continued to kiss me. I luxuriated
as I lay there, just feeling like I was being loved, and it was really
the first time in my life that I had ever really felt that anyone had
ever loved me. It was lovely indeed.

After about half an hour of kissing me like this, he asked me if I was
ready for a little more of being his girl. I told him that I was ready
for all the girlhood that I could handle. He was surprised by my
reaction, but by now I think that he was beginning to understand that
he had torn down some psychological dams that I had not even known
that I had, and now the girl in me was being released.

H pushed my shoulder so that I was laying on my back. He lay on his
side facing me. His hand gently moved to my chest, and he began to
squeeze whatever it was that was in my bra. I loved the feeling,
knowing that if I had real breast flesh there, that he would not know
how strongly he was touching me, and that it would have hurt a bit,
but I wished that I was really feeling my breasts being fondled the
way he was doing it to me.

Then his hand went down to the front of my skirt. I nearly screamed
when I felt the heat of his hand over my cocklette. I found that I
could not think of it as being a real boy's cock, so I thought of it
as a girl like cock, or cocklette. That seemed to be a nice name for
it.

His hand went further down to my knees, and he started to feel his way
up under my skirt. I thought I would go crazy, at the thought that I
was getting felt up, just like a girl get herself felt up.

His hand was very slow as it worked it's way up under my skirt, up
over the tops of my nylons, and finally up to the front of my
panties. His fingers felt so big that I was sure that he could break
my cocklette right off if he had wanted to. I felt utterly under his
control, and it was a delightful feeling to me.

His fingers went down to the crotch of my panties, and he pushed hard,
up into where my vagina should have been. I freaked. I bucked up into
his hand and nearly screamed. "More.... Oh gawd
Richard... Yes.... More, give me more..."

His chuckled when he saw how I reacted. He was willing to press even
harder. I felt so completely liberated to have his hand pushing at the
crotch of my panties like that, and I almost came. I did have some
kind of emotional orgasm, I am sure. It was the most wonderful feeling
that I had ever had.

His hand went back to the front of my panties where he stroked me
through the silk of my panties. He told me that I really felt nice
through the panties. I told him that he did to, and that I loved what
he was doing to me. He smiled and told me that he was really turned on
by the idea of kissing such a pretty girl, who also had a cock in her
panties. I told him that I did not feel like a boy in girl's clothes,
that I felt like a girl making out with her boy friend.

He asked me if I wanted him to make me cum, and of course, I told him
that I did. He told me that he would make me cum, if I sucked his
cock.

I smiled up at him, wondering where the words were coming from, as I
responded, "I thought that you would never ask."

I lay on my back, and Richard got up off the bed. I watched him get
undressed, and I loved the way his wide shoulders and flat chest
looked. He got back up on the bed, and lifted one leg over me, so that
if he wanted to, he could have sat on my belly. He did not sit down
though. he slowly worked his way upwards so that one knee was on each
side of a shoulder. His cock was lightly brushing my face.

"Well Debi, were you serious about wanting to suck my cock?"

I did not answer him. What I did surprised me even more than it
surprised him. I opened my mouth and turned my head so that I caught
the head of his cock in my lips. I relaxed my lips, and I let him
slowly enter me. I could hardly believe that I was actually dressed up
in girl's clothes, and that I actually had a cock in my mouth, but it
felt so nice to be doing such an intimate girl thing for Richard, that
I did not want to think about what I was doing. I just wanted to feel
his cock as it very slowly mo ved into and back out of my mouth.

I licked and sucked on him as though my life depended on him cumming
for me. I felt a strange sense of challenge. I wanted to know if I was
enough of a girl to make him cum into my mouth, like Suzanne was able
to make him do. I wanted to.

I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to draw it right out of him. I
wanted to look in the mirror, and know that I was looking at a sissy
cock sucker. This was the real me, and I loved every second of what
was happening to me.

He moaned and he started to fuck my mouth even faster. I relaxed, and
I enjoyed the way his big shaft felt as it moved in and out. I loved
the way it felt as it moved across my sensitive inner lips. I loved
the way my mouth felt when his cock head pushed my cheeks out. I had
never had my mouth so full, and it felt nice.

He at last started to moan, and to tell me that I was going to make
him cum. His words were like music to my ears. I wanted to be the
person that made him cum, just like his girl friend did so many times
in the past.

He bucked hard, tensed, and I felt his cock swelling in my lips, and I
locked my lips around him. I did not want his cum to spill out all
over my pretty blouse.

When he came, it seemed like he came a quart. I locked my lips, and I
licked at him, encouraging him to give me all that he had to give. I
wanted the baby stuff that is a girl's reward. I wanted all he had of
it to.

Richard slowed down, and then soon took his cock from my mouth. I lay
there, still astounded at what I had done, and even more so, at how I
felt about it. I felt a very strange sense of completeness, and
peace. I now knew who I really was, and I was a she. I liked me as a
she. I had always envied girls, and now I knew that I could be one to.

Richard climbed off me, and lay down beside me.

"Damn Debi, that was the best blow job that I have ever had, and I've
had lot's of them. I guess that being a guy to, you must understand
more about what to do to please a guy. Hey, are you going to swallow
it for me?"

I had not thought about swallowing it. I had been laying there, lost
on a pink cloud of bliss, letting the thick salty substance roll
around inside of my mouth. I was just enjoying the feel of it. Swallow
it? Sure, why not. Isn't that what girls did with it, when they sucked
it out for their guys?

I looked up at him, and I smiled. I knew that I must have a goofy
dreamy girl look of adoration on my face, but that is how I felt. I
swallowed it, knowing that a guy really gets off on seeing a girl eat
his cum. It is some kind of ego stroker, I guessed. I'd never had a
chick suck me off, so I don't really know. I just knew what the guys
in the locker room said about it. Now, I knew that I was one of those
girls that those jocks always talked about. The things they said about
those girls, now applied to m e as well.

Richard lay down beside me. I lay there, and I gently took his flaccid
cock into my left hand, and I started to wank him, hoping to make him
real hard again. I wanted to suck him some more. This girl thing that
was released in me, I knew, was going to take a lot to satisfy her
desires.

Richard smiled, and he kissed my lips again.

"Debi, you have got to be the hottest chick I have ever been
with. Man, I can not believe how you can suck cock. Suzanne could take
a few lessons from you."

I laughed at him, as I commented that I did not think that she would
appreciate hearing that, especially if I wanted to borrow one of her
dresses.

Richard saw the humour in it to, and he laughed with me, as his hand
went back up under my skirt. I lay there, feeling utter exposed and
under his control. I had never been more vulnerable, and it was a
delightful feeling.

He slowly caressed me through the silk of my panties. He told me that
even though he knew that he had my cock in his hand, he found it hard
to believe that I was not a real girl. He sure knew how to sweet talk
me, and he made me cum in a matter of seconds. When I exploded, it was
unlike any orgasm that I had ever had before.

It was like some emotional kind of release. Normally, it was just
sexual tension, which always felt nice, but this was very
different. This time, I felt like I was a girl, the object of the
lover, being pleased by her man. It was very intense, and when it was
over, I felt like I was floating. I felt so wonderful that I did not
want to even move. It felt so right, to be treated like a girl.

After a few minutes though, I knew that I had a serious mess in my
panties, and that I had to go and change them. I excused
myself. Richard wanted to know where I was going to, and I told him
that he had made a bad mess in my panties, and that I had to go and
deal with it.

He smiled and reminded me that Charlene's room was right next door.

When I walked into her room, I felt as though she was there to. I felt
her feminine personality in the room, and I hoped that she would
forgive me for wanting to share such intimate feelings of girlhood
with her. Besides, I knew that she was only thirteen. I had probably
had more experience in her clothes, with a boy, than she had ever had.

I took off my outer clothes, then my panties. I was right. I was
wearing a corset. I loved the way the thing pulled my waist in, to
make curves at my hips. I looked in the bra cups of the corset, and
discovered that I had water filled balloons in them. The water was
warm, and they felt like real breasts when I explored them with my
hands. I liked them.

I went to her dresser, and I found the panty drawer. She had lots of
panties, but only a few pairs were the satin or silk kind. I chose a
pair of pink ones, with white lace on the panty waist and leg holes. I
stepped into them, and marvelled at how nice the soft delicate
material felt as I pulled them up to my waist. I checked my nylons for
runs, and found that I did not have any, so I would not have to change
nylons.

I searched another drawer, and I found a pink, very lacy full slip, of
the softest silk. I raised it over my head, and nearly feinted in
bliss, as I felt her girlhood envelope me as her slip descended down
over my shoulders. I was wearing that foxy chick's most intimate
apparel, and it fit me just like it fit her. I went to the mirror, and
I lovingly caress the material over my thighs, belly and bum, as I
admired the way it draped over my effeminated shape. I loved it.

I went to her closet, and I selected a light pink long sleeved dress
with a very full skirt that I had admired on her once. I lowered it
over my head, and raised the zipper up the back. I loved the way the
silky material seemed to drape and cling to my girlish shape. I could
not resist practising a few dainty graceful curtsies in the mirror. I
stepped back into the shoes I had been wearing before, and went over
to sit at her vanity.

I loved the feeling of intimate contact that I was having, as I sat in
her clothes, at her vanity. She had worn the same things and sat in
the same place, making herself beautiful for her boy friend, just as I
was doing for mine.

The only makeup that needed repairing was the lip stick, and a fresh
spritz of perfume. Soon, I was as girlified as I could be again, and I
went back to the boy's room, hoping that he was recovered enough for
me to give him another blow job. I hoped that he would think that I
was sexy enough for him to get turned on again. I sure felt hot enough
to turn on any guy, that was for sure.

Bye for now, gentle spirits.