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How I Became a Queen
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by Karen-Anne Brown
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I remember the situation perfectly, afterall, a number of
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events that had been occurring, all culminated into one, into a
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set of cricumstances that changed my life.
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Let me describe some of the circumstances for you.
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To start with, I had been going with the same girl, a very
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foxy lady, from the age of nineteen to twenty-three. We had met in
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college and moved in together, and, after college, we just prefer-
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red to stay together.
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I was two years ahead of Carol, but, she just came on to me,
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and I responded. I was not used to having pretty girls come on to
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me, and, in truth, I was not used to friendships with girls at
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all.
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When Carol asked me one night at the campus pub, to dance with
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her, I was flattered. You see, I am very slight of build, and, I
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had been cursed with a pretty face. Most people even mistook me
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for being a girl. Because of that, beginning very early in life, I
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developed for myself a very masculine personality. I was so macho,
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I turned the girls right off, because, I was usually very vocal,
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and somewhat sexually agressive.
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I always felt like I was playacting though. I never felt like
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a real person. I guess most of the girls that I came onto either
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thought that I was just to gross to have around, or, they saw
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right through the playacting, and knew me for the phony that I
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was. I had guys come onto me, but, I always put them off. The
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funny thing was, I put them off, because, I did not want anyone to
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think that I was a queer. Life was hard enough without, without
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living witht that brand on me as well.
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I knew an effeminate boy from my neigbourhood, and, I saw the
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way he was treated. I knew, deep inside of me, that I would not
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have the courage to live with that. I secretly admired him, but, I
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was also so scared of what people would think of me for those
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thoughts, that, I joined the others in their ridicule of him.
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When Carol asked me to dance, I responded with appreciation.
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When we had danced quite a few dances, she joined me at my table,
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and told me that she had seen me around, and that she had wanted
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to meet me.
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Of course, I asked her why, and she told me that it was because
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I was so cute. When she said it though, I did not feel ridiculed,
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like I usually did with a girl. I felt flattered.
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Over the next three months, Carol showed herself to be very
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lively, loving to have new experiences. Something else that I
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admired, was that she just naturally seemed to take the lead in
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most of the things that we did. It happened so gradually, that
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neither of us realized that she was doing this.
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We realized what was happening one night though. She was in
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her second year of psychology, and we were talking about how hyp-
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notism worked. I had taken the courses also, but, I was not really
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convinced that an intelligent person was able to bet hypnotized.
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She had become convinced that that was the only real way to disc-
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over who you really were. The idea was to use hypnotism to knock
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down your conscious barriers and conditioned predjudices, to
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release the unconcious schema that a person had. She was convinced
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that if the schema were uncovered, that a person would be really
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real, because, there would be nothing hindering them from from
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behaving according to their most secret concept of themselves. The
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idea of a moral judge, such as the superego, did not seem to carry
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a lot of weight with her. She felt that people were amoral because
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of perverted super egos.
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It so happened that, at this discussion time, we were also
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watching MTV. As was usual, the rock stars were performing. Also,
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as was usual, you had to look for signs, to know if it was a guy
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or a girl.
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Carol floored me.
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"You know, I bet most of those guys wish that they were really
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girls."
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"What.....?"
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"Well, they act like guys, but, look at them...they sound like
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girls, they look like girls, and, the clothes they wear, could
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easilly be worn by girls also. There, look at that. See, he has at
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least an inch of lace on his shirt cuffs, and a ruffled shirtfront,
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just like a girl's blouse. In fact, he probably borrowed it from
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his girlfriend. There, see, that guy is wearing eyeshadow and
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lipstick. I bet that their girl friends act like the guys, when
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they are in the sack. UMMMMM....."
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"Ummmm what?"
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"I wonder who wears the pants at home, in their private lives."
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"That is ridiculous, Carol." For some strange reason, I was
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extremely uncomfortable with the direction of this discussion.
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Carol, being as astute as she usually was, picked up on my
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discomfort. She stared at me for a long moment, not saying any-
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thing, but, I could almost hear whatever thoughts were rolling
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through her head.
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I waited for nearly fifteen minutes, till I could not stand
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her silence any longer.
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"What are you thinking, Carol?"
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"About us."
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"And, what about us?"
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"Well, you won't like what I am thinking, but, it is the
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truth."
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"What is?"
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"Well...I have the male role, and you have the female role."
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"That is ridiculous."
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"Is it? Who is it that decides when we will go out? Who is it
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that decides where we will go, and I am always the one who decides
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when we leave wherever we are. When we make love, it is always I
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who start it. When we make love, you lie on your back, and I like
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to be on top, like the guy. Even when I first met you, I did what
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the boy does, I came onto you, you did not come onto me."
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"Then, if that is really true, you are just as perverse as I
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am."
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"I don't think it is perverse. Look at the way you keep your
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apartment. It is very clean, and, it has a homey atmosphere. Normal
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guys don't do that. I think that that is commendable, not perverse."
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"What are you saying...that I'm a faggot?"
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"No....but...it seems to me, that you have a feminine side to
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your nature, that you are denying. If that is true, then, you are
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a fake."
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"Well, so are you."
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"No, because, I act the way I am. You're not doing that. You
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try to make everyone think that you are the great macho character,
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but, there are many traits that give away your inner self. I bet
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that if you were hypnotized, you'd be able to start enjoying life,
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instead of always trying to do what someone else wants you to do."
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I started crying, and I could not stop myself. Carol cradled
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me in her arms, lovingly. She held me for nearly half an hour.
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"Well, will you try it?"
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"Try what?"
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"Let me hypnotize you."
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"Do you really want to Carol?"
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"Yes."
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"What if you don't like what you find? What will I do without
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you?"
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"Listen, no one does what they do not really want to do any-
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way. All I want to find out, is, who my boyfriend really really
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is."
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"I....I'll do what you want..."
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"Good. Tommorow is the last day of school for a week. I will
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tell my parents that I cannot come home this easter, and I will
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stay here, with you. I'll come over around four, tomorrow after-
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noon, and we will try it." She seemed elated. She kissed my cheek
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and left in a few moments.
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The next afternoon, when I got home, Carol was already there.
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She seemed to be absolutely delighted about the experiment, and,
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almost as soon as I walked into the room, she had me laying on the
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couch.
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I had agreed, as I really did not think that she could hypno-
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tize me anyway, so, I went along with all of her suggestions. Boy,
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was I in for a surprise.
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In a flash, I became aware again, of my circumstances, and of
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some other things to. It was very confusing, but, I also have to
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admit, that it was very delightful. The first thing that I was
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aware of was a sense of daintyness and vulnerability. I felt
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euphoric. I felt like I had finally become my real self, and, in
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that, was a terrific sense of being free for the first time in my
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life.
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I was sitting across from Carol.
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We were in a restaurant.
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I knew I was dressed as a girl, that is, I was wearing a
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dress, and, my mind suddenly filled with the memories of having
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Carol dress me, from the skin out, in some of her clothes. She
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smiled at me, as I became acutely aware of the delightful sensa-
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tions of silk underwear, then nylon stockings, the tight corset-
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ting, the pressure of the high instep pushing up into my arches,
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the scent of my perfume, and the delicateness of my attire.
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"I...I don't understand....Carol....why?"
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"Admit it, first...you love it...you feel better at this
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moment than you have ever felt in your life...admit it."
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Before I could stop the words, they gushed out of my lips.
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"I adore the feelings I am experiencing."
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I blushed with the shame of admitting to such feelings, but, I
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could not bottle up my feelings. Nervously, I shifted in my seat,
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feeling the cool air on a new part of my leg. I loved the rustle I
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heard as I moved. My fingers had long red nails, and looked like
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someone elses hands. I just knew I was wearing makeup. I felt my
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earrings.
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Carol was dressed to the nines, as well. She was gorgeous. I
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felt a painful straining in my silk panties. This was the most
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erotic experience I could ever immagine. I wanted her to take me
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home, to rip off my panties and to ram herself down on top of me.
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"Karen-Anne, rest now."
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I did.
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I again became conscious when we were back in her apartment.
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I was laying on the bed. My wrists and ankles were secured to
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the bed posts. Overhead was a mirror. I stared up at the pretty
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girl bound on the bed. I watched her breasts raise and fall as she
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breathed. She was wearing a pink dress of some shiny material,
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with a frothy white slip peekeing out from under the hem. I would
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have liked ot make love to such a girl, helpless as she was.
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It took nearly five minutes for me to realize that I was
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looking at my own reflection. The front of my dress rose in a
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bulge, as my awareness sparked my excitement. A crimson glow
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spread itself over my cheeks and down my bare neck. I loved being
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such a girl. I remembered seeing these sleeves on my arms and that
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pink chest, when I was in the restaurant. I blushed as I thought
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of a restaurant full of people seeing me dressed like this. Also,
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was a deire to be identified by strangers, as a girl.
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As I lay, my memory was sparked, remembering all of Carol's
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subconscious commands to me.
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"You will be called Karen-Anne Brown. You will wish to be a
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girl from now on. You will experience acute shame, because of this
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perverse desire that you have. Every waking moment, you will envy
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pretty girls, for the estrogen flowing in their blood. Every time
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you see me, you will envy me, and crave to be dressed in my cloth-
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ing. You will do anything to be allowed to wear feminine styles of
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clothing. This craving will be a constant source of humiliation to
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you, and, yet, that very humiliation will be a source of secret
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ecstacy for you. You will always, around pretty girls, seek to act
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in a submissive way, always preferring for their dominance over
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you. You will always feel inferior to them, and seek to emulate
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them, in thoughts, actions and dress, on every occaision. You will
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even act like a girl around very masculine men, and, you will get
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a sense of betrayal of your boyhood, because, you want to put on a
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dress and treat a man the way that he should be treated. You are
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not able to stop this behaviour, untill I release you from it. You
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will adore me for releasing you into these feelings, because, you
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were too much of a cowardly sissy to do this of your own accord.
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You will always be thankful to me for opening the unconscious door
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of your psyche, to release your feminine personality. Every chance
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that you get, you will dress up in ladies clothing, and you will
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try to behave like me, as an act of love for me. If I decide to
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marry you, you will beg for me to let you be the wife, and, though
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greatly ashamed of these desires, you will crave to live out the
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feminine role in life, as the only complete role for you. You no
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longer want to live like a man, at all. Because of your ability
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to identify with both the sexes, albeit preferring the feminine
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one, you shall have a reward. The reward shall be that you will
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experience truly complete and fullfilling orgasms, tinged with
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the secretive cravings you have to deny your anatomical sex, and
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live the life of the sex you can only immitate. This reward shall
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only be yours when you are dressed in the garb of a young woman."
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Those words crashed through my mind, and, I welcomed them, with
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fear and shame, I welcomed them. The bulge in the front of my dress
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was moving. My feelings were causing the most intimate and sensuous
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feeling that I had ever had in my life. I felt like I was one, with
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Carol. I abondoned myself to these feelings, feeling like the luck-
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iest girl in the world.
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When Carol came in, she sat on the bed, gently rubbing the
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bulge in the front of my dress, and asked me to repeat the hyp-
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notic suggestions that she had given me.
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I did, exactly, word for word, the way I had remembered them.
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All the while, I squirmed, a totally submissive, waiting for
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someone else to bring me to orgasm. I felt so helpless, as I
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tugged at my bonds. Excitement over wearing a pretty dress and all
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the lingerie that a girl wears, seemed to completely overwhelm me.
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It was as though the only way I could feel alive, sexually, was to
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be the girl, and wear girl's clothing. At the same time, adding to
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the eroticism, was the knowledge that I was confessing with my
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mouth, to this girl, that I could only be happy if she let me wear
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her clothes and pretend to be like her.
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Carol was pleased when she heard me.
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She smiled at me, and told me that I was too pretty to be a
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guy anyway. I watched in the mirror, as she raised up my dress,
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then my rustly white slip. I saw that I was wearing pink petti-
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pants, with lots of ruffles over the front.
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When she lowered my panties, I gasped. I had the largest
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erection the I had ever had. It throbbed with its aching intensity.
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I swooned as I watched her fingers dance over the length of
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the shaft.
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"Someday, Dear girl, you will watch your own hands do this to
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a real man..." Her delicate laughter pealed out its derision. Try
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as hard as I could, I could not throw off the feeling that I would
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like to do and to see that.
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She turned sideways, so that I was able to see what she was
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doing to me in the mirror. She was whispering out instructions
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about how a girl sucks a cock that she likes. As she did what she
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was doing, I envied her for doing what a girl does, while I was
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unable to do anything.
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My eyes almost bulged out, as I watched and felt what was
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happening to me. Her tongue licked at the length of the shaft, and
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gently touching the ultra sensitive head, as she neared the top.
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Then she started to bite me, telling me that I would love giving
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love bites like that to my stud. When I could not hold it back any
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longer, she took me into her mouth and sucked voraciously at my
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shaft, sucking everything that she could get, out of me.
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When I collapsed, after the most excruciatingly intense exper-
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ience of my life, my eyes half open, I saw her, licking her lips,
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telling me that the nicest taste in the world, was that fresh cum,
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straight out of a young stud. She then asked me if I wanted to
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suck a cock as much as any other girl does. My face flushed and I
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tried to nto admit it, but, the words literraly lept from my mouth.
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"I...I can't wait to see what it tastes like...." I cried, run-
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ning my mascara.
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That was how it started, that I wore girls clothing. For the
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next two years, Carol and I lived together. She is now in her last
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year of school, and I have been in the work force for a little
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over a year, in a management position for a chain of department
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sotres, in the accounting department.
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True to my conditioning, every moment that I am at home, my
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hems are knee length. I love it, and I love having curls bouncing
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around on my naked shoulders, moving in a cloud of delicate scent
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and hearing the rustlings of my underwear as I move. Fortunately,
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where I work, I am on my own most of the time, travelling, so, no
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one ever seems to be concerned with my feminine traits. I try to
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not be overtly feminine, but, I find it is an act, to act mascu-
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line. I usually wear Carol's underwear. In fact, I can not remem-
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ber when I last wore masculine underwear.
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Now, to tell you how I became a queen.
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It happened three weeks ago, but, it is still so fresh in my
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memory, it is like it happened yesterday.
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As mentioned earlier, I travel a great deal in my job. Mostly,
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I audit accounting and inventory systems, in various stores in the
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chain, so, I am on the road quite a bit.
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I came into a small town, and went to the store, to introduce
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myself to Greg, the local manager. I was amazed to find that this
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town did not have a hotel. I was even further amazed, when after
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Greg's generous offer to stay at his house, to learn that I had
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forgotten to bring the luggage that I had packed. In a flash, I
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saw it still all neatly piled byt the front door, in the foyer.
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Flaberghasted, I explained to Greg what had happened. He was
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nearly six inches taller than I, so, there was no way that his
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clothes would fit me. He did tell me that he was storing much of
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his sister's clothes, and, that some of her pants and stuff would
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fit me, if I did not mind wearing women's clothes. Before I could
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stop myself, I blurted out that I loved wearing women's clothing.
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Inside, I cursed Carol for her hypnotism, and shrunk back, await-
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ing the ultimate rejection. He would probably toss me out on
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my ear, file a report, then I would be out of a job, a job that I
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liked bvery vcery much.
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He just looked at me, for a long moment, then said, with a
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shrug of his shoulders, "Well, if you like wearing them, there is
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no reason not to, I suppose." He then went into the closet and pul-
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led out five suitcases, carrying them into the bedroom, telling me
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to select whatever I wanted to. He winked and told me just to be
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careful not to dress too sexilly.
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His sister was aparently away on an extended tour with the
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peace corps, and had left all of her stuff with him for safe
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keeping. When I opened the suitcases, I was in seventh heaven. She
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had some gorgeous clothes.
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I dressed, first, in a tight corset of red satin, with stiff
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boning, pulling the laces as tightly as I could. I stuffed panties
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into the half cups, and that gave me protrusions, that looked like
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breasts. I sat and pulled on nylon stocking of taupe. Next came a
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pair of light blue silk panties, french style, with flaring legs of
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pale blue delicate lace.
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I chose black high heels, of three inches. I lowered a frothy
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short style petticoat down over my head, and adjusted the straps,
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so that the lace of the bodice, gently caressed and enhanced the
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bulges on my chest.
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The came a cream colored shirtwaist dress, with a flaring full
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skirt, and a three inch wide belt.
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I hung a towel around my shoulders and did my makeup. Half an
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hour later, I was brushing my hair out in full curls to dance on my
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slenderized shoulders. I donned jewelry, spritzed on perfume, and,
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really wondered if I had gone too far. My job was on the line, here.
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If Greg thought I was a queer, he might very well try to get me
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fired, and, he probably would not have very much trouble doing it
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either.
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But, I was unable to resist the flutterings of excitement deep
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inside. I wanted to be a queer tonight. I wanted to be as queer as
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a three dollar bill. My face burned, as I wondered what he would
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look like with all of his clothes off, standing in front of me. I
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hated myself for doing it, but, I knew, I was going to get Greg to
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seduce me tonight.
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With a swish of my skirts, I entered the livingroom and plopped
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down onto the couch beside him, as though this was the most natural
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and normal thing in the world. He was watching television. I propped
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my chin in my cupped hands, elbows on knees, and tried to concetrate
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on the game show he was watching. I felt his eyes undressing me,
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and, I was thankful for the petticoat, that I knew was hiding my
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burning throbbing erection.
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"So, what's on, Greg?" My voice reverted automatically to that
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feminine voice that I used while at home with Carol.
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"Uh...Stand up...and...let me see you...."
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I stood, a smile on my burning humiliated face. I went, like a
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prima donna, to the center of the room, swirled about, and did a
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deep curtsy.
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"God...I can not believe you are a guy...right now...."
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"Well, right now, I do not feel like a guy."
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"You mean...you...feel...like a ...like a girl?"
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"Uh huh."
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"Sheeeet."
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"Does that seem strange to you, Greg?"
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"You...you have done this before haven't you?"
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"Well, if you want to know the truth, I'll tell you. About three
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years ago, my girlfriend hypnotized me, and, made me want to wear
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girls clothes, all the time, whenever I am not working. So, you
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are right, in fact, most of the time, I wear her clothes."
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"Are you...are you a queer?"
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"I"...my face burned with shame, "I don't know."
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"Sheet, any guy that looks like you, well, he's got a problem."
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"What kind of problem, Greg?" I askled softly, looking him in
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the eye.
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"Well...with guys...you know? You...You turn guys on acting
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like that."
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"OH?...." I could not help myself from asking the next question.
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"Do I turn you on, Greg?" I cooed softly, like a vixen.
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He stared at me for a long moment.
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"Yes, you do. I do not know how we are going to handle this. I
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was going to have you sleep in my bed tonight...and...well...now,
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I just don't know."
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"Oh..." I could not stop the sound of rejection in my voice,
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nor the verge of tears on my eyelids.
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Greg, realizing that somehow he had insulted me, tried to make
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it up. He wrapped his massive muscled arm arround me, and tried to
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console me. I looked up at him, thankful for his caring for me.
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I saw something snap in his eyes, and, I saw lust replace what
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was there. I shuddered, flattered, knowing that he was lusting for
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my girl self.
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"What do you call yourself, girl?"
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"Karen-Anne."
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"Well, Karen, if anything happens to you tonight, it is your
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fault. You are so fucking foxy, I could turn queer over a girl
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like you."
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"Do you mean that, Greg?" I whispered, my excitment causing my
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my voice to tremble.
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For an answer, he crushed my lips with his.
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I melted, knowing that I had craved being treated like this.
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He broke away, and told me to go and get a coat and purse. He
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was going to take me out for supper. I was elated. He even held
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the car door open for me.
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Supper was like a dream. A very quiet room, with a candle on
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the table and nearly two bottles of white wine consumed. An hour
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and a half later, we were on our way back to his house. Greg now
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knew that I had been hypnotized, by Carol, to crave having a cock
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in my mouth. He seemed to take great pleasure in teasing me about
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my wanting to get my lips around him. In all humiliation, all I
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could do, was to admit it, burning with that ultra secret knowledge
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that I was behaving like a girl. He seemed fascinated that anyone
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could have such a perverse desire, and made me admit it over and
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over again, as we drove around the little town.
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Unable to stop myself, and, sort of as a gesture to get him to
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stop talking about it, I tried to let him know that it was more
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than just talk. Tentatively, I let my left hand slide over his
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thigh, and, soon, I had the first real man's cock I had ever felt
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in my hand. I craved it, like a woman craves a man. He looked at
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me, astounded.
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"It's....it's really true then, isn't it, Karen?"
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"I want you you to make love to me, Greg." I whispered in his
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ear as my fingers explored his shape. For a big guy, he did not
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have a big cock. It did not feel like he was wearing underwear.
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Back at his house, I had another glass of wine, while he went
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into the bedroom and prepared for the night. When he returned to
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the living room, he was naked, hairy all over and naked. His cock
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was jutting out at me, menacingly.
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"You are glad that I am here, Greg?" I giggled.
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"You really are a guy, right?"
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"Yes."
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"And you love wearing my sisters clothes?"
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"Yes again."
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"And the fact that a man is standing here, ready to fuck your
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brains out turns you on?"
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I blushed and nodded, unable to stop the smile playing at my
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lips, hating Carol for doing this to me.
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"You have never been with a guy before, but, you want to suck
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this cock of mine, just like you really were a girl?"
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"Right again, Stud."
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He held out his hand and helped me to stand, on my higheeled
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feet, unsteadilly. He drew me, without resistance, into his arms,
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and crushed me against his chest, where I really wanted to be.
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His lips bruised mine, in their savage attack on me. I loved
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it. I felt helpless, with this strong man, and that was just the
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way that I really wanted to feel, I realized. In my heart, I
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thanked Carol for doing this to me.
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He nearly carried me into his bedroom, then sat on the end of
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the bed, with me standing between his legs. He was holding my
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hands. I had my eyes glued to his erection, stiff because I was a
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pretty girl. I was flattered.
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"You have never seen another cock, up real close, Karen?"
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"No."
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"Well, why don't you take a closer look?"
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He let my hands go, as I sank slowly to my knees, my hands
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going to his knees. When I was settled on my knees, I let my hands
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slowly slide up his thighs, till I could wrap both my hands around
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it.
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"It's sooo beautiful...." fascinated, I whispered out.
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"Beautiful enough for you to want to kiss it, Karen?"
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I let out a moan, and planted my lips all over hte head,
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leaving traces of my lipstick all over the head.
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Greg fell back on the bed. I lavished my love on it, remember-
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ing the images I'd seen in the mirror, as Carol had taught me how to
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suck a cock, and, I slowly repeated everything that she had done.
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Greg bucked around on the bed, moaning about the pleasure I
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was giving him, about what a wonderful cocskcker that I was. I
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craved hearing myself called a cocksucker, when I had him in my
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mouth.
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When he came, I nearly choked. I could hardly swallow any of
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it, as he got so big and rammed himself so far into my throat that
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I could scarcley get air down my throat, let alone a big load of
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his cum. I tried though. I wanted the reward of a girl. I wanted a
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load of his cum in my belly. I wanted to know that I had sucked it
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out of him and into myself.
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When he was drained and started to get soft, I crawled up on
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the bed to lay beside him. He recuperated very fast, and was soon
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fingering me, gently, through the front of my dress, like he
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really did not believe that I had one to.
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"How did you like your first blowjobe, Karen?"
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"It was fabulous. I loved it."
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He reached under my dress and began manipulating te front of
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my panties. I exploded with a wild abandonment that I never had
|
|
dreamed was possible.
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Exhausted, I stripped, lowered a nightgown over my head and
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crawled into bed with my first boyfriend, enjoying the feel of his
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hard hot hairy body as he caressed me.
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That morning, he suggested, that since I would be working in
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his office all day, that I might enjoy going to work in a dress. I
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jumped at that chance. I selected a pale blue wool suit, a jacket
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and a skirt. I wore tight pantygirdle to hide any bulges, because,
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I knew I was going to be hard all day.
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Something else that I jumped at, when the chance presented it-
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self, was to crawl under the desk and give him a blowjob while he
|
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was eating his dinner. I made this one last though, for two reasons.
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One, I wanted to drive Greg up the wall, but, the main reason was,
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that I just loved sucking his cock, and I wanted to make it last
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as long as I possibly could. I even sucked him, when his secretary
|
|
came in to say she was leaving for lunch.
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I have not yet been penetrated, but, Greg promises me that he
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will fuck me the next time I come to his store, provided, I come
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to do my work, as Karen-Anne. But, I did spend a great deal of very
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|
satisfying time on my knees before my master, gaining expertise as
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a cocksucker.
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When I confessed to Carol how much pleasure I had received
|
|
with Greg, she proposed a joint summer vacation. I can suck his
|
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cock while he sucks her tits. I think she was joking, but, I can
|
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not help but fantasize, can I?
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Well, that was my debut as a Fairy Queen. I hope you sisters
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have as much trouble in your panties as I did, dreaminy up the
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story. If you like it, send me some ideas, via the billboard, and
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I may write one for you.
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FIN
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