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Never Wanted To Be Your Girlfriend Ch. 01

By: Andi_Lembke



So here I sit, waiting to hear what will become of me, and I can't help wondering how the hell I got here. I know how it all got started. And it was all Michael's fault --

Michael and I met my first year of high school. We were both the smart nerdy types. And at around 5'6" and just over a 100 pounds, with long hair neither of us were exactly the jock type. Michael's dad split when he was young. His mother remarried, but his step-dad Brent spent most of his time in China running some sort of import business, so his Mom, and older siblings, sister Brittany and step-brother Derrick, pretty much had the house to themselves.

His mother worked late, and his brother and sister both had jobs. So we often had the run of the house for several hours after school. Neither one of us had much of a social life, so not much need for a job, We'd watch moves on cable, or play video games like Soul Caliber, I was always too afraid to play the female characters around anybody but Michael for fear that someone would accuse me of being queer. But Michael always seemed comfortable playing them, so I did, as well. This had pretty much been our routine since middle school. Not far into our senior year, at 18 years old, we were still each other's only real friend. 

We'd always talk about girls being hot without realizing that we both longed to be hot like them...until the day I let it slip, that I thought Bridget Moynahan was...

"...So hot in Coyote Ugly. God, I wished I looked like her!" 

Michael stared at me for a second in surprise. I thought, Oh shit...I can't believe I just said that. He got up and disappeared into his room. I'm thinking he's completely freaking out. 

"Andy, come here a second," Michael called from the other room.

I approached cautiously. Was he lying in wait with a baseball bat the brain me with? I rounded the corner to see him sitting on his bed with his laptop. He waved me over.

"Check this out."

He was being way too cool about this. I sat down next to him, and he showed me this video of a smokin' hot girl dancing in a bikini for the camera. He hands me the laptop, and I watched as she removed her top to reveal perfect perky breasts, she spoke in a foreign language that I thought might be.... 

"Spanish?" I asked.

"Portuguese...she's Brazilian," Michael said.

I continue to watch as she pulls her bottoms down to reveal a 7 inch cock.

"What the....?" I gasped.

"Hot, huh?" Michael replied. 

He closed the video and opened a folder full of movies.

"I got a a ton of videos like this. Trannys rule!"

I stared at him in disbelief. 

"Go ahead," He insisted, "Check 'em out. I'm gonna grab a coke. You want one?"

I nodded as I clicked on hot tranny movie after hot tranny movie. I lost track of time as I watched almost every movie he had. I was so completely astounded by their beauty, and was incredibly turned on. 

"So what do ya think?" a female voice asked.

I looked up, startled to see a very pretty blonde girl in pigtails and a very slutty version of a school girl outfit standing in the doorway with a can of coke in her hand. I quickly closed the laptop and tossed it on the bed next to me. 

"Um, I'm sorry I thought you...Um, I'm a friend of Michae..."

The girl burst into laughter.

"Andy, it's me," She said.

"Me, who?" I asked, confused.

"Michael...well when I'm like this...It's Michelle," She said.

My jaw dropped.

"Holy shit, you're fucking hot!" I hiccuped.

Michelle smiled, and approached.

"You still want this?" she asked, as she held out the coke.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. I reached numbly for the coke. Her eyes, moved down to my crotch. I was hard as a rock.

"Looks like there's something else, you want," She said coyly.

I blushed and looked away. Michelle knelt down in front of me, and began rubbing my crotch. She looked up at me and pouted.

"You want me to take care of this for you?"

I stammered, and then nodded...unsure. She undid my pants, pulled out my cock, and gently began sucking me off. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. I came in her mouth almost immediately. She swallowed, licked her lips and smiled.

"Feel better?"

Dizzy, I nodded.

"Oh, my god," I gasped.

"Your first blow job?" she asked as she did my pants back up.

"Yeah."

"But hopefully not your last," she smiled.

As I looked down at her breasts poking out of her top, I was in awe. They looked so real. I reached down and felt them. She grabbed my hands and pushed them together and massaged her tits with them and moaned.

"Awesome aren't they?" She moaned.

"How...?"

"Silicon breast forms. They're glued on," she said.

She got up and sat on my lap, and played with my long brown hair. 

"Do you want me to show you how?"

"You mean, with me?"

"I'll make you into the girl you've always wanted to be," she whispered as she twirled my hair around her finger. 

I gulped and nodded. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. She told me to get naked. She shoved me into the shower, and had me shave everything, legs, arms, armpits. When I got out. She dried me off, and got a pair of tweezers out to shape my eyebrows. I pulled away.

"Wait, what about school, and my folks?"

"Dude, nobody pays any attention to us at school. But don't worry, I won't go crazy, besides everyone will just think it's some kind of emo thing."

Michelle shaped my eyebrows and did my makeup, then curled my hair. I wanted to look in the mirror, but it was fogged up. She led me naked to her sisters room. I stood there, as she pulled a bunch of outfits out and held them up to me. She giggled as she scooped up the pile of clothes and ran back into her room dragging me behind her.

In her room, she went into her closet and pulled out a pair of breast forms. 

"These are B's. I had these for awhile before I got the bigger ones."

"Does your mom, know about this?"

"Yeah, she's totally laid back."

She held them up to me, and moved them around on my chest till she got the placement right.

"Here, hold them in place here."

I did as I was asked, and she pulled out the glue. I backed up.

"Wait how long does the glue last?"

"About a week, but don't worry, I have remover, it'll take 'em right off."

I was scared but excited at the same time. She pulled the breasts away from me at the top and squirted the glue in, and pushed them back into place, and smiled as I held them there, and she gently pushed her pretty painted nails around the edges to the seams to seal them. After about 2 minutes she let go, and so did I. The breasts pulled down under their weight but held. I had boobs! Michelle got some makeup powder out and took the shine off and then they looked completely real. She glued shiny pink acrylic tips onto my nails

She handed me a pair or white thigh high stockings with little pink bows at the top. I slid them on, and they felt so weird, but so good. Next was a lacy light pink pair of waist hugger undies, and a pink chiffon layered mini skirt, and a beautiful ice pink corset. She pulled the laces tight, and the firm caress of the corset felt amazing. She tied the laces off, and wrapped her arms around me, I could feel my cock bulging against the panties. The last thing was a pair of clear lucite platform heels with an open toe. I nearly toppled over trying to stand in them.

She finished by tying my hair back with a pink ribbon. She tousled my hair a bit, and smiled.

"Perfect. You are dazzling," she said as she pushed her closest door closed, "Look..."

I turned around so I could see myself in the full length mirror on the door. 

I gasped in awe. Where did I go? There was a drop dead gorgeous hottie where I used to be.

"Something's missing," Michelle said.

She walked back to the bed and rummaged through a pile of bracelets and necklaces. She finally stopped, grabbed something pink and walked over behind me.

"This should do it."

She wrapped a pink patent leather collar with a heart-shaped ring in front around my neck and buckled it in the back. 

"It's more of a bondage collar than a choker, but it'll work."

"So, does this make me your bitch?"

"Definitely," Michelle giggled.

I was so turned on I could barely contain myself. I kissed Michelle passionately and felt her up. She returned the heat. She shoved me back onto her bed, and attacked me. Her hands were all over me. Her touch against the boning of the corset and along the length of my stockings made me think I would burst. And then she stopped, stood up and pulled her cock out of her panties. 

"Your turn," she said as she shook her engorged cock at me.

I hesitated. I didn't really want to. I stood up and tried to say no, but all that came out was a stammering mess. Michelle grabbed me by my hair and yanked.

"It's either going in your mouth or your ass...pick one, bitch!" Michelle snapped.

"Okay, okay," I squealed.

She let go. I slowly got on my knees and took hold of her little monster, looked up at Michelle, and gulped...pleading with my eyes that this was a joke...that any second she'd start laughing and tell me she was kidding.

"Don't act like you don't want it....suck it."

I wrapped my lips around her cock and started sucking tentatively. She put her hand on the back of my head and pushed me down on her further.

"Just pretend it's your own cock. Suck it like you want to be sucked."

I closed my eyes and did what she said. I licked the head, and swirled my tongue around it as I moved up and down on the shaft. Michelle groaned and gasped in response. As her moaning got faster and more intense, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and fucked my face. I had lost all control to her. She finally reached climax and pulled out and shot it all over my face. 

"There, now you know what it really means to be a girl...used."

Using her penis, she rubbed the cum all over my face and stuck it back in my mouth. I felt like crying...for about 20 seconds. I wiped the cum out of my eyes, and opened them to see Michelle's mom standing frozen in horror in the doorway. 

"What the fuck, Michael?" Michelle's mom asked.

Michelle stood there casually. Like it was totally normal for us both to be dressed like whores sucking each other off.

"Mom, don't act all shocked. You've never had a problem with me dressing."

"Yes it's okay privately, but now your doing it front of a girl...and....does her mother know she's over here?"

Michelle looked down at me and then back to her mom, and laughed. Her mom scowled.

"This is funny to you?"

Michelle collapsed on the bed laughing. I looked bashfully at the floor and tried to wipe all the jizz off my face. Her Mother turned to me.

"I'm sorry dear. Sometimes Mikey has terrible manners, I'm sure you're embarrassed enough. What's your name, sweetie?"

She didn't recognize me. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. Michelle giggled.

"Go ahead sweetie, tell her your name."

"Um...Andi."

"Okay, Andi...you can use the bathroom down the hall and get yourself cleaned up."

I got to my feet, and went to leave, when Michelle completely lost it.

"I can't believe she doesn't recognize you!"

Her mom stopped me in the doorway, and gave me a good once over. After about a minute her face went white.

"Andy Lembke??" She gasped.

I nodded, embarrassed. 

"Holy shit, Mike! Do you have any idea how much trouble I could get in, if her..er...HIS parents found out what was going on over here? I indulged your dressing because I believe you should be allowed to be comfortable in your own home without judgment, but THIS?? "

"Relax, mom. Andy and I are both adults now. Besides, how would they ever find out? It's not like he's is going anywhere dressed like that. Although, he does make a very convincing chick. Maybe I can take him to the prom this year.

"Whatever...just get yourselves cleaned up before your sister gets home, and you and I will have serious talk about this later!"

She stomped off. Michelle rolled her eyes, and bounced up off the bed.

"C'mon slut, let's turn you back into a boy."

She took me by the hand to the bathroom to change. We both stripped down to our panties, and I wiped the cum off my face with a damp cloth, as Michelle searched her bag of goodies for something. She removed a squeeze bottle labeled adhesive remover, popped the cap and squeezed some out into her hand. It sputtered a bit. She rubbed it around the edges of her breast form, and began peeling the edges up, she worked it for a bit and eventually got the left form to come free. 

"I wish we didn't have to take these off. I love the way they feel," I said.

"I knew you'd like it," She grinned devilishly.

I smiled back sheepishly. She squeezed more onto her had for the other breast, very little came out. She looked at me worried. She tried to get more out of the bottle, but nothing came out. 

"Shit."

"What?" I asked, worried.

"I'm out."

"Well what does that mean?"

"Well, it means you're stuck here till tomorrow and the stores re-open. We can go to the specialty shop downtown to get more."

"I can't be stuck like this, Mike!"

Michelle slapped my face hard.

"Don't call me that. I hate that name. Do I look like a Mike to you?"

Even with only one breast glue on, he still looked more like a girl than a guy. I apologized.

"Sorry, Michelle."

"That's better. And you're not in this alone, I'm stuck too. We'll be fine, it's just one night. No one will ever know. Derrick will probably be gone til Sunday, crashed at some chick's house, and I can handle Brittany."

She looked down at the breast form in her hand.

"I suppose I better make them a matched set." 

She picked up the glue, and started smearing it on the breastless side of her chest.

We dumped Brittany's clothes in the hamper. Still in our panties, we went back to Michelle's room, and put our boy clothes back on. We looked at each other with our nipples showing through our thin T-shirts, wearing make up, and our hair all girly, and laughed. Michelle went into her top drawer and pulled out two older model sexy Victoria's Secret bras. One pink, and one white. She handed me the pink one, and then took off her shirt and put on the white one. Her boobs were spilling over the top.

Michelle explained, "These are Brittany's favorite Bra's. I steal them occasionally, just to annoy her."

I took off my shirt, and put the pink one on, which squeezed my tits together creating awesome cleavage. We put our shirts back on, and I peeked at myself in the mirror. I loved how the bra changed the shape of the falsies under my shirt. And loved the way it felt. Not as sexy as the caress from the corset, but still nice.

We decided to go tell her mom what happened with the remover. In the hall we bumped into Brittany coming home from her job. She giggled when she saw us.

"What are you two faggots up to?"

"Keep laughing bitch. We're wearing your underwear," Michelle snapped back as she dug her thumb into her pants to reveal her panties and lifted up her shirt and flashed Brittany her bra.

Brittany lost her shit. 

"Mom!"

Michelle's mom rounded the corner. Brittany pointed at us.

"This shit has to stop. Now he has his idiot friends dressing up in my clothes!"

"I know, I know, I've already talked to him," Her mom deflected.

"Then why are their dicks still bouncing around in my undies?"

"Michael, I told you to take it all off."

"We tried, but I'm out of adhesive remover, so we're stuck with tits until tomorrow, and it'd just be weird to be in boy mode all night with... these," Michelle explained.

"Fine, but just be sure to wash everything when you're done," Her mom fretted, "Andy, I'm so, so sorry. Can you call your mother and ask her if you can spend the night?"

I nodded, and she turned and left. Brittany just glared at us icily, and then stomped off. 

I went to Michelle's room and called my mom, and told her I was staying the night. She suggested I stay the whole weekend. It wasn't ever a problem for me to be out of the house for extended periods of time. I was adopted, and I always got the feeling my parents resented that I wasn't more of a stereotypical manly son.

I hung up my cell, and caught my reflection in Michelle's closet mirror. I was amazed that even in a T-shirt and jeans, I was pretty. I played with my fake titties through my shirt. As I stood there admiring myself, Michelle walked in casually, locked the door, and leaned against the wall arms crossed.

"Getting comfortable?"

I giggled, "Yeah." 

"Good. Cuz, we're gonna have some fun tonight."

The glint in Michelle's eye worried me. 

CONTINUED IN PART 2.

Never Wanted To Be Your Girlfriend Ch. 02



So, after being made up like a slut, left glued to a pair of silicon breast forms, and caught sucking-off my best friend, I was pretty sure my day couldn't get any worse, but I had come nowhere near the end of my torment, as Michelle now had something else planned that I was probably not going to like.

Brittany got all tarted up to go clubbing with her friends. Michelle and I ordered pizza, flirted with the delivery guy like a couple of teeny-boppers at a sleep-over, and killed time by playing video games. I got my ass kicked more than usual because I couldn't stop staring at my reflection in wonder.

"Where did you learn to do make-up like this?" I asked, "We both look amazing. I don't even recognize myself."

Michelle opened her dresser drawer and pulled out this book called "Making Faces" and handed it to me.

"It's all in here."

I opened the book, and was instantly enthralled, it was a complete guide of how to do make-up. Almost any look you could conceive could be created by learning these techniques.

We waited till Brittany went out with her friends, and Michelle's mom passed out -- After catching her son and his best friend in drag sucking each other off, I guess she needed a few stiff drinks. 

Michelle took a few pics of me made up with just my green T-shirt on. She said it was for later, something to do with before and after pics so she could teach me how to do my own make-up. Afterward she punched up my make-up, making it even more dramatic which made me look quite a bit older. She styled my hair in a slutty up-do, and then headed for the bedroom door.

"Stay here, I'll be right back."

Michelle disappeared for a few minutes, and came back with an armful of clothes including the iced-pink corset I had on earlier. She tossed me the corset, a black pvc mini-skirt, black opera gloves, and black pvc bolero jacket, black fishnets with pink bows at the top, black high heeled ankle boots, and the same pink heart collar I wore earlier leaving Michelle holding a black pvc catsuit with matching corset, and black pvc knee boots. If it weren't for the endless Friday nights of seeing Brittany leave the house dressed for the club like a high-end escort, I'd have seriously begun to question where these clothes were coming from.

"Get dressed, slut," Michelle snapped, playfully.

I did as I was told. When I was done, Michelle laced up my corset, and I looked at myself. I was painfully sexy. I wanted to fuck me. Michelle stripped down to just her bra and panties. She looked up at me, and shook her head, disappointed. She nodded to my crotch. My boner was bulging enough to show through my skirt. 

"That just will not do."

Michelle walked over and kissed me gently. I kissed her back, deeply. She rubbed my crotch and caressed my ass. I was so turned on. I really wanted to fuck her. Even in a bra and panties, her long blonde hair made her look like a Victoria's Secret model. I rubbed her crotch and noticed that she was hard as well. She smiled.

"Take care of me, and I'll take care of you."

I sank to my knees and sucked her off. She grabbed my hair, and held me firm as she shot down my throat. As I choked down the bitter ooze, I planned to return the favor. I stood and pulled my rock hard cock out, and smiled at Michelle. She grinned and dropped to her knees, and went to town on me. When I got close to cumming, I grabbed her hair, and fucked her face till I exploded in her mouth. I held her in place till I heard her gulp my load down. 

"How's it feel, bitch?" I asked, as I let go of her hair.

I expected her to be pissed, but Michelle wiped her mouth, and smiled up at me.

"I like it rough." 

A bit disappointed, I went to put my cock away, and Michelle stopped me.

"We can't have you getting turned on like that in public."

"Public?"

"Yeah, there's a rave at Asylum tonight. We're going."

"Michelle, I'm not going out like this," I complained.

"Why not? What's the point of being this hot, if you can't flaunt it?"

I searched for another excuse.

"But....we're 18, we'll never get in!"

"Yeah, like this is the first time 18 year old girls ever snuck into a rave. Hot girls can get almost anything they want."

She had a point. I sighed in surrender. Michelle pulled my penis down straight between my legs and showed me what she called a "tuck". She pushed up on my testes until they disappeared up inside me. 

"Reach back behind you and hold this in place for a second," she said.

I reached back and grabbed the head of my dick, and then looked in the mirror. I was shocked to see that I was completely flat up front now. Michelle spread some kind of gel around the sides of my scrotum and then took my dick from me, and pushed everything down firm.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just trust me, this will make it impossible for anybody to spot you, even if they try to diddle you. She held everything there for a few moments. Satisfied, she let go, and the tuck stayed in place. She pulled up my panties and all trace of my manhood was gone.

"What was that stuff?"

Michelle held up the bottle of breast form glue.

"You glued my junk together???" I gasped.

"Chill, chica. We'll undo it when we take the breast forms off."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot. Sorry."

"My turn," Michelle chirped, cheerfully.

She dropped her panties, and glued her tuck in place, then took off her bra, and slid the black pvc catsuit on. It clung to her body in such a way that my rod began to strain against its new superglue prison. Which was more uncomfortable than I expected. I looked away, and tried to think about something else. I turned back, and Michelle had the thigh high boots on, and was wrapping the PVC corset around herself.

"Here. Lace me up," she said as she turned her back to me.

I complied, and as I tied it off, she turned around to show-off an hourglass figure that matched mine. As I gazed at her lustfully, I frowned. The glue tuck was really starting to hurt the more I got turned on. I fidgeted for a bit, and then reached down my panties and tried to adjust it.

"Hurts, huh?" Michelle grinned, devilishly.

"Yeah," I said, grimacing.

"Well, try not to get so turned on."

"Easier said than done. Have you seen yourself? You are just....wow!"

Michelle admired herself in the mirror.

"Yeah, Kate Beckinsale's got nothin' on me...But I'm serious...the more you get turned on, the more it hurts, and unless you can get away from the stimulus, it'll keep getting worse until...."

Oh my god, it hit me. What had Michelle gotten me into? 

"You mean..."

"You'll beg to be fucked. You'll do anything to have a cock in your ass to fuck you till you cum."

It was worse than I thought.

"But...you can't... You glued yours down, too."

"Maybe you'll meet a hot guy at the club," she shrugged.

I was horrified.

"Why would you do this?"

"Cuz I'm evil. And it's the price you have to pay for getting to be so hot. It's an affront to femininity to walk around looking like that, turning guys on, making other girls jealous, and not be faced with the potential consequences. You want to be a hot girl. And it's my duty to ensure that you fully understand what it means to be one, understand?"

I nodded. Luckily, during her explanation I started to lose my wood which was a relief cuz I was certainly not ready to be with a guy. I was hardly ready to be with Michelle.

Using photoshop and the pictures she took earlier, Michelle made me a fake ID like hers. While she worked her digital magic, I got used to walking in heels, and practiced speaking more girly. Michelle finished the ID, and popped it in a purse along with cash she swiped from her mom, and some make-up. She handed me the purse and smiled. We were all set for the club. I'd never been more terrified, as Michelle picked up the phone and called for a cab.

The cab driver was drooling so badly over us, that I was afraid all the time he spent peeping at us the rearview mirror, was gonna get us all killed.

At the club, the bouncer's eyes never left my cleavage as he stamped our hands, and let us in without even checking our IDs. Michelle smiled sideways at me as we bounced into the club, ready for adventure. Every head turned, guys and girls. It was thrilling and liberating to go from an outcast who was generally ignored by everyone to the center of attention... and a bit frightening as every guy in the club looked at us like we were dinner...and a few of the girls did too. Most of the girls in the club were as painfully hot as myself and Michelle. And I mean painfully. They got me so hot, that my crotch was really starting to hurt. It hadn't occurred to me that, thanks to Michelle and her damn glue, if I did land one of these hotties, that actually losing my virginity to them was impossible, at least for tonight. And as far as hooking up with one of the guys....that was unthinkable. I figured to be safe I'd just keep my head down as we made our way to the bar.

Michelle ordered us some Kamikazes, and we stood on the balcony overlooking the dance floor, and downed our drinks. I had never drank before, and was surprised to find the taste to be pleasant. Two guys by the bar stared at us for a while. As they approached us, I started to get nervous. I gripped Michelle's hand, and glared at her in fear. Michelle pulled me in close, and kissed me deeply. The guys hesitated for a second but kept coming. Michelle broke off the kiss, and wrapped her arms around me protectively.

"She's mine, fellas. We're not into guys." 

"Fucking dykes," the tall one said, and stomped off with his friend.

"Thank you," I sighed in relief. "How are you this... confident...I mean with guys?"

"Hey, this ain't my first rodeo. I've been sneaking out like this for nearly 6 months," Michelle replied.

"Seriously? Have you....ya know...been with a guy?", I asked.

"A few. Nothing special. I mean, you know as well as I do, most guys are clueless. So far I've yet to find one who really does it for me. The first one was just out of curiosity. the other two, were a result of the glue. I was dancing with them, and one of them was feeling me up, and I got so turned on that I let them double-team me up in the VIP lounge."

My jaw dropped.

"Two at once? You slut!"

Michelle giggled, "Takes one to know one."

"If you knew the glue would have that effect, why'd you come here...ya know...glued down?" I asked.

Gesturing to her seamless curves underneath the catsuit, "There are some outfits that simply cannot be worn with underwear."

I looked her up and down and laughed. She was right. Michelle kissed me deeply again, and stroked my hair.

"Don't worry though. I know you aren't ready for all of this yet. I'll protect you until you're ready to spread you wings. Let's grab a couple more Kamikazes, and then hit the dance floor."

"Okay," I said nervously.

Everything after that is still a bit fuzzy, but I'll never forget waking up the following day....

...My vision was blurry and my head was pounding from the hangover, I was on a bed, wearing the same clothes from the night before, and I couldn't move or speak. There was a ball gag in my mouth. My wrists and ankles were bound in locking leather cuffs, which were zip-tied together in a hogtie. I struggled to get free to no avail. I managed to turn over to see a naked guy, wearing headphones, sitting at his computer. I was in deep shit. Where was Michelle, how could she let this happen to me? And was she tied up somewhere, too?

The guy removed his headphones and turned toward me. I couldn't make out his face through the blurriness and the bright light coming through the window behind him.

"You're awake", he said.

I knew his voice, but couldn't place it. He plucked a knife off his desk and came toward me. I was terrified. He reached down behind me and cut the zip tie allowing me more movement. He slowly ran his hand along my stockinged leg, up to my panties, and rubbed me through the satin which started to get me hard. I remember Michelle's words, "You'll beg to be fucked...."

"Oh God, no," I mumbled unintelligibly through the gag.

The pain grew worse as he continued to stroke me. I squirmed and pleaded through the gag for him to stop. The pain and simultaneous pleasure was maddening. He began to explore my body with his other hand. As amazing as it felt to have Michelle feel me up, there was something about a man's touch. I was going crazy with desire and pain. He began to grind me from behind and I could feel his rock hard shaft rubbing up against my ass. This was maddening. I wished he'd just fuck me already. I began to plead through the gag for him to fuck me. And suddenly in mid-sentence, he removed the gag --

"...for God's sake, fuck me!!" I blurted.

"You want it, don't you?" He whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I replied in a harsh whisper.

"Then say it. Beg me to fuck you."

"Please fuck me," I pleaded.

"You want my cock?"

"Yes... I need your cock inside me now."

He pulled down my panties, and rubbed his cock up and down the crack of my ass. The sensation was amazing. I began grinding my ass into his cock. 

"Put it in. Fuck me now. Please, please FUCK ME!"

"But Andy Lembke...you already fucked yourself."

I froze. He knew my name. He got up, and stood over me. I looked up to see that it was Derrick. Fucking DERRICK!! Michelle's brother. This was awful...not Derrick, anyone but Derrick!! Derrick positioned me on my knees on the bed in front of him with his massive cock pointing right in my face. 

"If you want it in your ass, you need to lube it up first."

I stared at his cock in front of me, defiant, but desperately needing to cum. 

"I'll scream. If your mom finds out what you've done, you're fucked," I spat.

"Oh, no you won't. You see...the last thing you want is to involve anyone else."

Derrick went to his computer, and brought up a video file and hit play.

"Watch this, it's totally fucking hot," he said as he sat next to me and felt me up as I watched the video.

My jaw dropped as the video began to play -- I instantly recognized myself dressed as I was now in the sexy pink and black club clothes. Derrick and I were making out. I was all over him. He must have slipped me a roofie, or something. Then I was sucking Derrick's cock, and begging him to fuck me which he did, repeatedly. And it was evident that I was loving it. He fucked me with my legs in the air, and then doggy style, I sat on his cock and bounced up and down as I played with my tits. The video made me out to be a cock hungry slut. Derrick had edited the video so you couldn't ever see his face. If anyone ever saw this I'd never be able to show my face anywhere. I was mortified.

Derrick got up and paused the video, came back to the bed, and played with my tits.

"You see, Andy. You already fucked yourself. So unless you want your whole school to know what a girly little faggot you are, you will do exactly what I say," he said as he pulled my panties back up and began rubbing my crotch again.

"Do you understand me, Andrea?"

"Andrea?" I asked stunned at the name.

"That's your name now, An-dray-uh," Derrick emphasized my new name. "Understood?"

"Yes."

"And this," he said rubbing my crotch, "is now your pussy. What am I rubbing? Say it."

"My pussy," I said shamefully.

"Good girl, Andi. Now, I don't think there's any further need for these."

He undid the cuffs on my ankles and wrists. I sat back as Derrick continued to rub my pussy driving me insane. I couldn't hold it any longer. I began to moan. I needed his cock so bad.

"Fuck me," I moaned.

Derrick stood up and pointed his cock at my face.

"You know what you need to do."

I didn't care anymore, I hungrily grabbed his cock and wrapped my lips around it. I did what Michelle taught me, and I sucked his cock like a filthy slut. Satisfied that I was completely his, he pulled out.

"You want my cock in your ass?" He asked.

"Yes," I panted hungrily.

"Say it."

"I need your cock in my ass."

Derrick laughed and bent me over, and without warning slid his massive cock into my ass. I gasped in surprise and pain. My god he was big. He grabbed me by my hair and pounded my ass. I came almost immediately, but he kept fucking me, and I came two more times. Derrick pulled out, stood up, grabbed me by my hair again, pulled my face up toward him, and came on my face, and then slapped me with his cock a few times, laughing. Then he let go, as I basked in the dizziness and euphoria of my own orgasms.

He threw me a smelly t-shirt which I used to wipe the cum off my face. As the euphoria wore off, I was surprised that that feeling of shame I'd had with my first time with Michelle didn't crop up. I pulled up my panties, and sat numbly on the corner of the bed my head spinning as I tried to process everything. Derrick pulled on some boxers. He went to the door, and unlocked it. He turned to me with a dark smile.

"Your mine now, bitch...and don't forget it," he said as he left the room.

I was his. I hated him. I hated myself, but most of all... I hated Michelle. Almost on cue, she lazily stepped into the room wearing an over-sized T-shirt, and leaned against the doorway, and sighed.

"I've been listening out in the hall. I wanted to make sure Derrick wasn't hurting you. Imagine my surprise to hear you begging to be fucked. I wouldn't have picked Derrick to be your first, but you were pretty drunk, and wouldn't let me talk you out of it...and the sounds coming from in here last night...well, you sounded pretty happy."

"You set me up. You knew this would happen."

"No, I didn't. To be honest; I wanted you for myself. But after I saw the way you looked at Derrick at the club last night, I knew I had lost you. I'm just not man enough for you."

How could this be? I had never even fantasized about a man before. I just wanted to know what it felt like to be pretty...and now....I was what...Derrick's love slave?

"C'mon, mom should be back soon with the glue remover, and we can get you back to normal."

"No you can't," Derrick said sharply as he came down the hall. "Her pussy stays right where it is."

"What?" I asked.

"You know what happens if you disobey me, right?"

I hung my head. 

"Yes."

Michelle looked at me confused.

"What happens?" She asked curiously.

Derrick walked in with a plate of pop tarts. He went over to his computer, set the plate down, grabbed a pop tart for himself, and hit play on the video for Michelle who watched it in awe. When it was over, Michelle laughed.

"Oh, Andi, you are so fucked.... BTW Derrick, that is your best work, yet. Can I get a copy of it?"

I glared at Michelle. She deflected.

"What? Where do you think I got all my tranny porn from? Derrick was the one who showed me all the best download sites. Plus he's made a few of his own. I may be the only one in the family who likes being a tranny....but we all like fucking them."

Derrick and Michelle shared a sly smile. Then he pushed her out the door.

"Alright, get outta here, faggot. I'm wanna fuck my girlfriend."

"Girlfr...?" I asked dumbfounded.

Derrick slammed and locked the door. He dropped his boxers, came over, pushed me back onto the bed, climbed on top of me and shoved his tongue down my throat. He ran his hands up the sides of the corset - tracing my curves, and rubbed his stiff cock up against me. I moaned as my pussy began to throb... 

"Fuck."

CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 03



Never Wanted To Be Your Girlfriend Ch. 03



Derrick really took advantage of having me captive that first weekend. He spent the entire time making me watch porn videos, and then had me recreate the scenes with him. He said, that he needed his girlfriend to be fully versed in all the ways he liked to be pleased. His appetite for sex was unreal. The only time we ever really took a break was to eat. And I have to admit, he made the most amazing strawberry milkshakes to go with the food. It was almost worth the humiliation of being fucked sideways by my best friend's brother just to get those shakes.

By Sunday night we were both exhausted and sore. Derrick said he'd let me go back to being Andy for the week but he had some conditions. Number one was that he wouldn't let Michelle unglue my junk. Derrick said if I even attempted to unglue my pussy, he'd send the video viral. He laid out the terms of our relationship as follows: Everyday after school I was to come over and have Michelle teach me to do my hair and make up, and that I should be corseted, dressed and waiting in his room ready to serve by the time he got home from work. Any deviation from the plan, and the video would go live. He asked me if I understood. I nodded. He gave me a smack on the ass and sent me to Michelle's room.

I knocked on her door.

"It's open," She yelled from inside.

I opened the door, and stumbled in exhausted. Michelle was still in girl mode - wearing the same sexy school girl outfit she wore the first time I saw her. She was watching a copy of the video Derrick made of me and rubbing her now unglued wang through her panties. She looked up at me.

"Rough night?" Michelle asked.

"I'm exhausted," I sighed as I plopped down on the bed next to her.

"So, Derrick finally cut you loose?"

"In a manner of speaking."

I filled her in on Derrick's conditions. She laughed diabolically.

"Well, you wanted to know what it felt like to be pretty, right?"

"Careful what you wish for," I sighed.

I got up, and looked around for my boy clothes. I couldn't find them.

"Where are my clothes?"

Michelle grinned.

"I hid them."

"Oh, c'mon, dude. Enough with the games," I complained.

Michelle stood up, came to me, and ran her fingers through my hair, and pouted.

"But I like playing games with you. Video games, sex games, All kinds of games. See, I've had your mouth on my cock, and your cock in mine..." 

She rubbed my crotch. 

"...But since you won't be putting this in my ass anytime soon. You're not going back to being Andy till I get this."

She squeezed my ass, and ground her crotch into me. I could feel how hard she was.

"Michelle, please. I'm sore, and tired, and I need to get home."

"So, go home, then. I'm sure your parents would love to see you like this."

I stood there and tried to think of a response. Michelle reached up my skirt and stroked my pussy and kissed my neck. I was so fucked. Just her being this close to me made me tingle, and her stroking me was getting me rock hard. I couldn't resist her. I kissed her full on the mouth.

"I want you," I whispered.

She quickly shut the door and locked it. She pushed me onto the bed, and climbed on top of me. We made out passionately. And then a terrifying thought struck me. 

"What if Derrick hears?" I asked nervously.

"Way ahead of you, babe," Michelle grinned.

She reached under her pillow and pulled out some restraints and a pink ball gag. She quickly gagged me with the ball gag, and cuffed my wrists to the head board. She lifted my legs, and cuffed my ankles spread eagle to my wrists, forcing my ass into the air. She pulled her cock out of her panties, grabbed some lube from her nightstand drawer, and lubed her dick up. Not that I really needed it after Derrick spent the weekend stretching me out. She stroked her cock to maximum hardness.

"You may be Derrick's 'girlfriend', but I made you. And I made you, so that I could fuck your sexy little ass, and cum on your pretty face... and you went and fucked it all up, bitch! So now you are going to make it up to me, understand?" She growled as she slapped my ass.

I groaned through the gag, and nodded. Michelle entered me, and pressed her cock deep into me, and held it there as she got in my face, and whispered menacingly.

"Good. Cuz I have a few conditions of my own. You better get used to the feeling of having a cock deep in your ass like this you little cunt, cuz your days of being a boy are over. You are just too damn sexy, bitch. And let's face it, those newly arched eyebrows will make everyone suspect that something is up with you anyway, so we're not going to hide it. Every morning before school, you will leave your parents house 90 minutes early and come here. I will do your hair and make-up, and make you all sexy, and pick out your clothes for the day. Then, I, myself, as Michael will walk you to school, like a gentlemen."

I screamed through the gag, and shook my head.

"You'll do it, or I'll upload the video myself. And remember I have the before and after pictures - should anyone doubt that the hottie in the video is you. But don't worry, darlin', I have a plan that will make your transition practically seamless. You just have to trust me."

Trusting her got me into this in the first place. But I couldn't let anyone else see that video. I would be unable to show my face anywhere. I was terrified of what she had planned, but I had little choice. She slowly began grinding her cock into my ass. I tried to free myself from the restraints, and talk some sense into her. Michelle slapped my face hard.

"Don't fight it. You know you like it. I heard you with Derrick remember. You LOVE getting fucked, dontcha slut?" 

I moaned and pleaded through the gag. Michelle fed off my pain and fear. She fucked me with venom and anger, it was more like revenge for fucking Derrick, or an act of ownership. I started to cry a little, but the sensation of her fucking me brought me to climax, and when I came and nearly passed out. She pulled out and came on my face. 

"Take that, you fucking slut," she spat. 

She slapped my ass hard, and then rubbed it lovingly. She gently caressed my "pussy".

"It's too bad I have to leave your pretty cock glued down like that. I'm so excited about the new you, I'm almost willing to let you tie me up and fuck me."

I groaned through the gag, and rolled my eyes. Which made her laugh.

Michelle unbuckled me from the restraints, and removed the gag. She walked me into the bathroom, and pulled my clothes out from under the sink along with the new bottle of glue remover. She helped me out of my clothes, removed the silicon inserts from my chest, and for some reason I suddenly felt very naked without them. She helped me remove all the make-up, and then left so I could shower. 

While I cleaned up I couldn't get the look of Michelle leering over me, telling me of my fate. How was it I had know Michael all this time, and had never seen this side of him. Not just he's alter ego, Michelle, but his truly twisted mind. 

After my shower, I dried my hair, and changed back into my boy clothes. I glanced at myself in the mirror. I still looked kinda pretty. I scrunched up my nose and frowned. Something wasn't right, something just--

"Feels wrong doesn't it?" Michelle asked as she gazed at me from the hall.

"Yeah. I can't quite put my finger on it... but yeah," I admitted.

"I get it. I always feel 'off' when dressed as a boy. I love that I can totally be myself around you, now. This weekend has been awesome because I could spend it as Michelle. Thank you for that."

She kissed me gently and continued.

"See? you might hate me for doing all of this now, but I'm doing you a favor. You'll thank me one day."

She had a point, but her plans for school terrified me.

"Do I really have to go to school dressed as a girl? Can't you give me some time to think it over?"

"Andy, You've had your whole life to think it over, and you've spent every moment for as long as you could remember longing to be a girl, have you not?" Michelle asked.

"Yeah," I admitted begrudgingly.

"You have tonight to think it over, but if you aren't here at 6:30am tomorrow. I upload the video. And then it won't matter.... so, don't be late."

I scowled at her, and she tickled me. I slapped her hand away.

"I hate you."

She smiled.

"I hate you, more. You actually got some cock this weekend, you slut. I was stuck using a dildo to get off. Now get out of here before I use that dildo on you're pretty ass." 

I half-smiled back. She slapped me lightly on the ass and pushed me toward the door.

I left Michelle's, and walked the 2 miles back to my house. Not wearing heels was definitely more comfortable, but it felt weird after 3 straight days of pointing my toes. The night air cleared my head a bit, but I was definitely reeling. I needed to find a way to erase that video before school tomorrow, but in the meantime I needed to make up something to tell my parents to explain why I was leaving the house so early every morning, and hoped they wouldn't notice my nice new arched eyebrows. 

It was late when I walked in. The place was quiet. My parents were probably already upstairs in bed. Their bedroom door was open. I walked nonchalantly past their bedroom on the way to mine.

"I'm home. Going to bed," I said off-hand.

"Honey," My mother called, "You're home late. Anything going on?"

I brushed my long bangs down in front of my face half covering my eyebrows as a backtracked to their room, and stepped into the doorway. My dad was at his computer with headphones on watching football highlights and managing his fantasy team. He glanced over at me for a second, and went back to it. I leaned in the doorway and sighed.

"Mike and I are working on this project for school. Havin' a hard time wrapping our brains around it. I'm wiped out. Sorry I didn't call."

She raised an eyebrow in concern. I hoped it wasn't because of my eyebrows. She shrugged it off.

"Okay, well get some sleep. There's some leftovers in the fridge if you are hungry."

"Thanks. Oh, also we're gonna start meeting up early before school to work on this, so I'll probably be gone by 6."

"Whatever," she said.

She didn't even flinch. I could never get a read on either one of them. Sometimes they seemed to not even give a shit beyond seeming to care just enough to not have people think they were bad parents, but not enough to actually be good parents. I began to suspect that they weren't sleeping together anymore. I hadn't seen them be affectionate towards each other in years. Hopefully they'd be just disinterested enough in me not to notice what was going on.

I sauntered off to my room. I closed my door and locked it. I stripped naked and looked at my hairless body in the mirror, and lightly touched my flat nethers. I was getting used to the idea of being a girl which sent a chill through my spine. I had wanted to be a girl for so long - sometimes, painfully so. I had lived a double life secretly in my mind, so living one outwardly shouldn't be terribly hard. Maybe someday I would be okay with it. But not now. The more I thought about it, getting to the video and destroying it seemed unlikely. I had to think of something Derrick and Michelle would want more than Andi, but nothing was coming to me.

I pulled on a pair of boxers, and sat on my bed to think. I didn't have any money. I had no connections to anything of worth, and... I... I.... I was so completely fucked. 

What had I gotten myself into? Between Derrick's mad lust, and Michelle's twisted sadism I was certain my life was going to get extremely complicated, but I had no idea how right I was.

CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 04 - (THE NEW GIRL)



Never Wanted To Be Your Girlfriend Ch. 04



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8:20am Monday Morning

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"...You can't be serious, Mike. There is no way anyone is gonna believe me," I whispered intensely.

I was sitting in the school office dressed in the patently ridiculous outfit Michael had picked out for me that morning, waiting to see the principal over my "disruptive" behavior. I just glared open-mouthed at Mike as he patted me on the head and smiled.

"It's gonna work great, Andi. Just trust me," he said, and then walked out of the office.

I watched him walk down the hall back to class, and it was then that I saw my mother walk in through the font door of the school and approach the office. I was horrified....

---- Wait.... Maybe I better bring you up to speed. ----

In case you've forgotten how we...or rather, I, got here: Three days ago I accidentally leaked my secret fantasy about wishing I was a hot girl to Michael, who seized the opportunity to reveal his own cross dressing desires. Which led to us both getting dressed up like sluts, and sneaking into a night club, but not before I stupidly allowed Michael to superglue my junk down into a smooth tuck which has the awful consequence that whenever I get turned-on the pain is so intense that I can't stand it, and need to be ass-fucked to release the tension. 

This of course gets us back to the night club where I got so wasted I wound up sleeping with Michael's step brother Derrick, who filmed the whole damned thing. Derrick then threatened to upload the video which showed me in the throes of ecstasy begging to be fucked like a slut unless I agreed to be his "girlfriend." A situation made worse by Michael who had intended for me to be HIS personal fuck toy, and became insanely jealous of me being with Derrick. He managed to get a copy of the video from Derrick, and decided to punish me with it. He threatened to upload the video himself unless I agreed to come to school as Andi. Which brings us to earlier this morning...

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6:15am Monday Morning:

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I stood on the sidewalk outside Michael's house. He had said 6:30am, and I was fifteen minutes early. I didn't want to risk being late. He had said there would be consequences if I was. I paced back and forth, nervous. I prayed that when I knocked on the door, Mike would say he was just joking, and I wouldn't have to go through with it. I steeled myself for the worst, and walked to the door. I looked at my reflection in glass portal of the door. The way Michael had shaped my eyebrows was unmistakably girly, despite what he had promised me when I allowed him to do it. I definitely looked a bit girly. I raised my hand to knock on the door when it opened and standing there was Michael.

"Right on time. Good girl," he grinned devilishly as he let me in.

"Mike, you're not gonna make me do this for real, are you?"

"Oh, absolutely. Now get in the bathroom, and get naked, we got a lotta work to do."

I groaned, rolled my eyes, and did as he demanded.

Michael had me shave my legs and pits again so they'd be smooth, and then sat me down to curl my hair. He combed my bangs down in front of my face, and before I could even react he took a pair of scissors and lopped off a chunk of my 14 inch bangs right in the center, which now hung down to my nose but with a jagged cut.

"Fuck, Mike. You didn't say you were gonna cut my hair."

He slapped me up side the head.

"If you ever speak to me in your boy voice again. I'll cut your dick off, got it?"

"Sorry," I said switching to my girl voice.

"But you're right the cut is pretty sloppy. I guess I better clean those up," he said as he went to work evening them up, and tapering the long bangs around the edges.

He then took two pretty pink scrunchies with long blue satin ribbons hanging off them and tied my hair into anime-esque twin tails that sat high on my head, the sides of my bangs hung down in cute whisps. Even without make-up I was definitely cute.

"There. Juliette from Lollipop Chainsaw would be proud," he said as he wrapped a white robe around me, and led me back to his room.

Michael plopped me down into the make-up chair where he had first made me up, and went to work. He gave me a more fresh faced look than the slutty smoky look I had all weekend - he glued some false eyelashes on that weren't ostentatiously long, but still luscious, purple eyeshadow with blue Mascara that brought out my green eyes, light pink blush, and matching pink lipgloss. I marveled at how different I looked form the other night. Less of a slut, but extremely girly.

He cinched me into a matted white under-bust bridal corset which gave me a very sensual shape, and then added a powder blue pair of satin and lace panties, a white garter belt and white lace top stockings with big light blue satin bows on the back, and then handed me a baby blue blue plaid layer skirt. I stepped into it, and pulled it up. Michael zipped up the back. I checked it out in the mirror.

"I can't wear this to school," I complained.

"Why not? It's part of a school girl uniform."

"We go to public school!! And from what school is this from? The Horny Japanese Anime Academy? It's too short!"

"It comes to your middle thigh, that's regulation."

Guys will be looking up my skirt all day."

"And you're point is?"

"What are you doing to me? The last thing I want to do is draw attention to myself."

"Darling, look in the mirror. Do you see any trace of Andy in there?"

I looked at myself in the mirror, and sighed. He was right, my own mother wouldn't recognize me.

"Fine," I breathed

Then came the bra. I had wondered why I was wearing an under-bust corset, and we hadn't bothered with the silicon inserts, and now I knew. It was a white microfiber bra that had what looked like C-cup sized silicon breast shaped suction cups woven into it, Michael slipped it onto me, and clasped it closed in the back.

"This is a Brava..."

He pressed a button at my cleavage area, and I could feel the suction cups seal, and the Bra began to tug on my breasts.

"...It has a tiny super-quiet motor in it, that will periodically activate and pump up your boobs."

"It's gonna do what?" I asked.

"It'll give you boobies. It'll take all day for it to work, but by the time you get home from school, you'll have perky little A cups for Derrick to play with."

"No way. Take it off, " I protested.

"It's not permanent. The swelling goes down overnight. Unless you are on hormones it won't make your boobies grow permanently."

"I don't care, I'm not modifying my body for you or Derrick."

I reached back and tried to undo the bra.

"Do I have to explain what happens with the video every time you don't like my decisions, or will this be the last time?" Michael asked impatiently.

I hung my head in defeat. If Michael want to send me to school dressed as Batgirl, there wasn't much I could really do about it. Michael smiled at my reaction. He handed me a white microfiber camisole that served to smooth out the lines created by the corset and the Brava. He then handed me a white long sleeve girls dress shirt which befuddled me at first when I slipped it on.

"The buttons are on the wrong side."

"Of course they are. all girl shirts have the buttons on the left."

As I struggled to button the shirt Michael slipped a standard girl's school uniform tie around my neck, and fit it into the collar of the shirt. He added a medium gray vest to the mix. I looked at the completed ensemble in the mirror. The shirt, vest and tie were in such stark contrast to my anime-esque hair, and sexy skirt and stockings, but the combination was stunning. 

"I almost forgot."

Michael went to his closet and pulled out a pair of shiny black patent pumps for my feet that buckled around the ankle. I sat down, and put on the shoes. When I finished, He handed me 2 little pink rhinestone studs for my ears along with a silver heart pendant, and a silver serpentine bracelet, and a packet of ice pink press on nails.

"Here. You can take care of these, and I'll go get us some breakfast."

I had pierced my ears years ago. I double pierced the left to offset the right so people wouldn't think I was gay... but apparently that was now a moot point. I put on the jewelry first, and then went to work gluing the tips onto my nails - being careful not to use the heavy duty stuff so I could get them off without my parents noticing. I had never had long nails or wore tips before, so they felt weird, and it took some getting used to.

Michael came back into the room with a half-eaten plate of scrambled eggs, and 2 glasses of orange juice. He sat down at his desk and dug into the rest of the eggs.

"Hey, where's mine?", I asked.

"Oh, shit. I completely spaced it, hang on."

Michael stood up unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

"Here ya go."

I looked up at him as if to say, "Are you serious?" He shook his manhood at me.

"You want breakfast or not?"

"Nevermind."

I could always grab something from the food cart before class, but I made a mental note to eat before I left the house form now on.

Michael laughed and put his dick away. And handed me the other glass of OJ. Which I took. I downed it hungrily, as he finished his breakfast.

I pulled my keys, wallet and phone out of my pants and went to put them in my backpack. Michael stopped me.

"Not so fast, girly."

He reached under his desk and pulled out a shiny pink backpack, and a very elegant black Prada purse and handed them to me. 

"These used to be Britney's, but they are yours now. I think you know what to do with them."

I hung my head. I transferred my books and stuff into the backpack. Inside the purse was a matching wallet/pocketbook I transferred all my stuff into it as well. I hoped this wouldn't last past today, but it was looking like Michael was making this a regular thing. He picked up the make-up he had used on me from the Vanity and put it in my purse as well. He glanced at the wall clock. it was 7:30.

"Well, we better get moving. You know how bent out of shape Mrs. Kring can get when you are late."

I gulped. We were really doing this. My knees were wobbly as I stood. I looked one last time in the closet mirror. I was gorgeous. Way too gorgeous. There would be nowhere to hide. I was easily one of the sexiest girls in school. This could only end poorly.

Britney poked her head in.

"C'mon, Mike it's time to go-- Oh, sorry...", 

Britney stopped speaking mid sentence when she saw me. She studied me carefully, and then started giggling hysterically. 

"Oh, shit. I gotta admit, Andy. You are one sexy bitch."

She turned to Michael, "How'd you get him to agree to this? It's not even Halloween yet?"

"Don't be rude, Brit. This was her idea. Andrea is just expressing her true self, and we should support her choice to come out to her friends and peers, and not mock her."

My jaw dropped. Michael winked at me. I really fucking hated him. Britney looked confused for a second, then took it to heart.

"Oh...I'm sorry, Andi. That was incredibly insensitive of me. You look... very pretty."

"Thank you," I said reluctantly.

"Well, I'm gonna be late for work if we don't get moving," Britney popped off, as she spun her keys around her finger.

Britney dropped us off in front of the school, and immediately as I stepped out of the car heads were turning. I kept my head down and kept pace with Michael and tried not to look anyone in the eye. Michael giggled a bit.

"Every guy on campus is checking you out."

"It's not funny, Mike."

"C'mon you have to admit that it feels good to be that hot."

I hated to agree with him, but it actually turned me on a bit to see how all the guys were looking at me.

"I hate you," I smiled.

Michael smiled back.

We entered class and sat down, as the bell rang. I made sure to sweep my hand behind my skirt so it wouldn't flare out as I sat, and leave me sitting on just my undies. I pulled out my notebook, and a pen as our Spanish teacher, Mrs. Kring, came in the class and looked over the roll. Her eyes locked on me. She looked from her chart to me and back to her chart.

"Excuse me, young lady. I don't think you are in my class. If you and Mr. Lembke are playing some sort of game, I suggest you do it to another teacher. I'm not in the mood."

Oh shit. This part never occurred to me. How do I explain myself.

"Um.... I... Mrs. Kring...." I stammered.

Michael interrupted, "Mrs. Kring, I think what Andi is saying is that she is in this class."

Kring gave Michael a quizzical stare.

"Mrs Kring, this is Andi. Andi Lembke."

"Don't play with me, Michael. I'm not blind. I know what Andrew Lembke looks like, and---"

"It's me, Mrs Kring," I spoke using my boy voice.

A shocked gasp swept over the room. A few murmurs of "fag" and "fucking tranny" could be heard. I felt like crying. 

"Well, Mr. Lembke, unless sanctioned by the school, I can't have you dressed like this in my class it's clearly a distraction. You need to see the principal."

She wrote out a hall pass, and placed it on the end of her desk. I packed up my things and looked at Michael who was stifling his laughter. He did this just to embarrass me. This was anything but seamless. Everybody in school was gonna know my secret. I was totally fucked. I gave him the evil eye, and he burst out laughing.

"Mr. Keller, you can take your snide laughter with you to see the Dean." 

She wrote out a pass for Michael as well. The whole class quietly snickered as I left the room in shame. I waited for Michael in the hallway. When he rounded the corner I punched him in the arm.

"You fucking asshole. You outted me. Everybody in school will know by lunch."

"Yeah, it's awesome. I told you I'd make you pay for fucking Derrick."

"Fuck you, and your brother. I'm going home."

"I don't think so. Your secret is out. There's really no going back from this. BUT they still don't know what a cock hungry slut you are, and unless you want the whole world to know that too, you'll do exactly as I say."

Fuck. That was definitely worse. I could move after graduation where nobody knows me, but that damn video spreading over the internet could ruin me.

"Fine. What do you want me to say?"

"You are going to tell them this was part of our Sociology research on the effects of discrimination on minority groups. Our assignment was to give a perspective on discrimination towards women and gays. So, in order to really know the sociological and emotional ramifications of being a woman in this society you had to experience it first hand. And due to the nature of the research you could also experience the discrimination towards the transgender community. This is all temporary. You'll live like this till Christmas break when the report is due, and then come back next semester as Andy."

He was making a lot of sense. But every time he had convinced me that everything would be fine, and each time things got progressively worse.

We entered the office, and presented our slips. The office aide, Ms. Gaithier did a double take after she saw the name on my pink slip. She awkwardly pointed me toward the bench outside the principal's office. Michael was ushered into the Dean's office right away, and came out after about two minutes of apologizing. He sat on the bench next to me.

"Three days detention. Looks like you're walking home alone, chica. Or you could give your boyfriend a call and see if he'll pick you up."

"Very funny."

I started to feel nauseous. I bent over and put my head between my legs. Michael gently rubbed my back.

"Stick to the plan and you'll be fine..."

"But what about my parents and Derrick?"

"Dude, Derrick has never had a girlfriend longer than a month. He'll likely lose interest by Halloween. Your parents might freak at first, but what's more noble than walking a mile in someone else's shoes to raise awareness for gay and women's rights? Your mom will eat that shit up, and then she'll bring your dad around. And if all else fails, tell them the truth, that you want to be a girl. You've wanted it your whole life, and it was either this, or suicide. That'll shut 'em up right quick."

------ and...I think this is where we came in. -----

My mom came into the office and looked around confused. I tried not to make eye contact. She hadn't yet noticed her son dressed like a female anime character sitting ten feet away. Principal Myers came out to greet her, and escorted her into the office. He looked at me sternly as he closed his door. I could see through the glass portal that the two of them were conversing, but the room must have been sound proof, cuz I couldn't hear a word. The principal pointed at me vehemently. My mother turned slowly and walked to the window. Her jaw dropped as she stared at me in disbelief. She opened the door.

"Andy?"

"Hi, mom," I said meekly

My mom was flabbergasted. She looked me up and down several times and shrugged.

"Come here, honey," She beckoned me into the office.

I went in and said exactly what Michael told me to say. My mother sat for what seemed like eternity in a state of shock. She thought about what I had said for a bit, and then surprisingly agreed that this might be an enlightening and worthwhile experience for me, and for the school. And after some quiet thought the principal agreed.

"But we'll need a day to explain everything to all your teachers so we don't have another episode like this morning. You are not to use the girls bathrooms or locker rooms. You'll be given a pass at anytime during class to come use a private washroom here in the office. You'll be excused from gym, and you'll spend that period here working as an office aide, is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," I nodded.

"You're free to go with your mother."

My mom and I walked out of the school in silence. The silence remained in the car ride home. As we walked into the kitchen, she motioned for me to sit at the breakfast bar. She sat across from me, and stared at my face until the silence became unbearable.

"Mom?...." 

She smiled faintly, and then laughed warmly.

"You're so pretty. I don't know why I never saw it before. But wow... And you seem so comfortable like this, so natural."

"Mom, yer kinda freakin' me out."

"Andy.... do you. Are you trying to tell us something? Are you... gay?"

"No, mom I--"

"I mean cuz I want you to be comfortable in your own skin, and if your father and I have stifled this side of you, or made you feel like... I don't know. Would you feel more comfortable dressing like this at home?"

"No, mom. I... Well, I guess... I mean, yeah, if it's okay with you and dad, I'd like to have that option, but... this doesn't mean..."

"Sweetie, whatever you need. I just want you to know, that I'm okay with whatever."

"Thanks, mom. But what about dad?"

"I'll handle him."

My mom took my hand, and for the first time in my life I felt like she genuinely cared for me. 

"So what do you prefer, to be called?"

"I think Andi with an 'i' works for now. It's not very confusing, but I'm kind of starting to like Drea. But either one is fine."

"I like Drea, too. Well, if you're going to be Drea around here, you're going to need clothes. So how 'bout we go to the mall?"

I beamed with joy.

"I'd love to. Just lemme go pee first," 

Michael was right. Everything was falling into place. As I walked to the bathroom I began to think that maybe this whole ordeal with Michael and Derrick was the best thing that ever could have happened to me. 

I went shopping with my mom, and we loaded up on clothes accessories, beauty supplies, and shoes enough for at least the next 2 weeks. I made room in my closets and drawers for all "drea's" clothes. After everything was put away, I sat on my bed, and tried to take it all in.




Never Wanted To Be Your Girlfriend Ch. 04



My phone rang. I fished it out of my purse and looked at the screen. I didn't recognize the number. So I let it go to voicemail. It was then that I saw the time. Oh shit! It was 4:30pm. The phone rang again. it was Michael.

"You stupid bitch, unless you want that video to go online, you'd better call Derrick, now. He's wondering where you are."

I called the number I didn't recognize back. Derrick answered.

"You are playing with fire, Andi. If you aren't bouncing on my cock in 20 minutes, you're gonna regret it."

I ran downstairs as fast as I could in those heels.

"Mom, I need a ride to Michael's right now!"

"Why, sweetie?"

"Michael and I need to work on our project. this was the first day, we have a lot of stuff to go over. Plus this corset is killing me."

"Okay."

On the way over I explained that I would probably be spending a lot of time over at Mike's until the project was done. She totally understood.

"I'll make dinner for your father, and explain everything. But it might be helpful if you came home early, so he could talk with you as well about it."

I said okay, and ran inside.

Derrick was in the living room. When he saw me, he took a minute to drink in what he saw and then he chuckled . 

"Wow. Anime School Girl. That's some hot shit. You might have almost blended-in in a private school, but in public school... You must've shined like a beacon of hotness. Mike filled me in, but I didn't picture anything this sexy. How'd your parents take it?"

"My mom's cool with it. My dad doesn't know yet."

"So I figure since you'll be a girl at school everyday, and that the 'rents are cool with their new daughter, that you'll have no problems fulfilling all my very demanding needs."

"I guess," I muttered.

"C'mere, and have a seat on my lap, lemme get a closer look at you."

I reluctantly complied. Derrick grabbed my chin, and turned my head towards him, and kissed me as he reached up my skirt and rubbed my "pussy". I moaned as I began to get hard. He felt me up, and stopped at the Brava.

"What the fuck is this shit?"

Other than some mild tugging now and then, the thing was so comfortable I had almost forgotten it was there. I explained it to him. He laughed hysterically.

"Well, take it off, let's see if the damn thing works."

I hesitated, so Derrick unbuttoned my shirt, and removed it. He pulled the camisole top off and then removed the Brava. Michael lied. I didn't have A-cup titties. These were full B's. Derrick's eyes grew wide. 

"Holy shit! Mike! Mike! Come here!"

Michael came down the hall. I covered up my tits, but Derrick pulled my hands down.

"Look at these babies. How long is this supposed to last?"

"Well, they're not real, its just swelling. It'll start to go down almost immediately, and should be gone by morning."

Derrick felt me up, which was slightly painful. My tits felt slightly bruised, and my nipples were super sensitive, and as Derrick placed his lips over one of my nipples, I discovered something worse than my glued down pussy. Derrick making oral love to my tits shot me from zero to way past full-on aroused in 2 seconds flat.

I gasped in ecstasy. Derrick sat back in surprise. He light squeezed my other nipple and I moaned with pleasure, and looked at him with mad, hot lust in my eyes. I fiercely need to get fucked. I grabbed his cock through his pants, and stroked it. I placed his hand back onto my tit. He massaged it 

"Oh, God that feels sooooo good. Fuck me....fuck me, now!"

He laughed, picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me to his room.

"Little brother. I owe you for this one. That Brava thingy is an absolute gold mine."

Derrick turned and locked the door behind him, threw me on the bed, and stripped. I laid back and tickled my nipples with my finger tips which drove me wild I arched my back in ecstasy. Derrick stroked himself hard while watching me. 

"I could get off just watching you, babe."

I couldn't stand it any longer. I beckoned to him with my finger.

"Shut up, and fuck me."

Derrick jumped me. We had crazy animal sex. My head was pounding from the orgasms, I rode Derricks cock, while squeezing my tits and licking my nipples. I never wanted it to end. but after an hour we were both exhausted. 

We collapsed next to each other is an absolute daze. I was pretty sure after that, that no matter how great sex with a girl was, there was no way it could top what I just felt. I don't know why at that moment I thought about my virginity, but it suddenly struck me that I had never been with a girl. And that I was laying in an orgasmic daze next to the boy who took my virginity as a girl. 

I rolled on my side and cuddled with Derrick till he fell asleep. There was something wrong here. I watched him as he slept and I stroked the muscles on his chest and arms. I was in love. How was this possible? Derrick was an asshole. He'd never been anything more than a complete jerk to me the entire time I'd known him. He took advantage of me. Date raped me, blackmailed me into this situation, and yet I was falling for him. That thought terrified me.

I sat up at the edge of the bed, my head spinning - confused. I pulled a shirt out of Derrick's drawer and threw it on and went to Michael's room to touch base. His door was open. He sat on his bed with his laptop looking something up on google. I walked in cautiously.

"So, you were right. My mom is totally cool. The Principal is cool, and believe it or not.. I'm actually ok with this. So, I guess I'm trying to say - thank you."

"Whatever," He said coldly.

He seemed angry with me, as he shooed me away. As I left, he called after me.

"By the way, this doesn't change anything. You still need to be here early, and I will decide what you wear to school. So email me pics of your clothes, and I'll see if anything works for me."

"Okay," I said warily.

I went to the living room to collect my clothes. I got dressed except for the Brava which I stuffed into my purse. I went in the bathroom and fixed my hair and make-up. Something told me that Michael's original plan had been to embarrass me. So with me being outted now, and myself and everyone else being okay with it, that was becoming harder for him to do.

I woke Derrick, and asked him for a ride, and explained how getting my father's approval would allow me to be Andi all the time, and how that would benefit him. He agreed to drop me off. I got out of the car, and braced myself to go in the house and face my father for the first time as Andi.

I walked in to find my parents arguing. They heard the door and turned to see me. The silence was very awkward, as I approached them. My dad looked at me in disbelief. His eyes locked on my cleavage. In my haste I forgot to button all the way up. His eyes drifted down to my legs and then back up to my face. Without a word he wiped his mouth with his napkin, got up from the table and went upstairs to my parents room and closed the door. I was a little uneasy.

"Mom?"

"Well, he's not thrilled with the idea, I'm not sure seeing you like this helped any, He's worried that if people at work find out his son is....well, a gay - as he put it, that it'll affect his next promotion and/or raise, and we really need that money for retirement."

"If its a problem--"

"No, darling. He just needs time to adjust. He's seen how convincing you look, there's not much chance anyone will see you and think, 'that's a tranny.'"

I sighed with relief. As much as I hated the way this all went down, I was really beginning to enjoy being a girl. Especially after the sex I had had with Derrick. I wouldn't ever want to give up something that amazing. And the thought of being forced to go back to being Andy this soon really terrified me. 

I went to my room, and looked long and hard at myself in the mirror. I played with my tits which was a mistake, I got instantly hard, and had to ride out the pain. I really needed to get a dildo or something. I stripped and took a shower. This was the first time soaping up my body, and I was so turned on, I soaped up 3 fingers and fucked my ass with them, but I couldn't get off. This frustrated me. I cranked the water to the cold side, and that - as the cliche goes- did the trick. I got out, shivering and toweled off.

I dried my hair, and went to put on my robe, but I thought maybe I'd try that towel wrap boob tuck mini-dress thing which had never worked before, but with boobs it totally worked, which I'm guessing has something to do with friction. I was so excited I decided to forget the robe, and walk to my room this way. As I exited the hall bathroom I bumped into my father. Who was now seeing his son in a towel with boobs, a perfectly smooth body, my new hair cut and shaped eyebrows. I froze. He sternly looked me over, and then silently walked past me to go downstairs.

I watched him go. I guess I couldn't expect him to be okay with this right away, but it really concerned me that he wouldn't speak to me. I went into my room and locked the door. I changed into the shimmery green Victoria Secret nightie my mom bought me at the mall. I loved the way it clung to my body and my breasts. 

I took pictures of my clothes and emailed them to Michael. He sent me a text, and asked where the swelling in my breasts had gone down to? I told him they still looked like A's. He then sent me another text 

[Wear the Brava all night, tonight. And bring the red satin bra you showed me with you tomorrow. The one with the black lace trim.]

[Why?]

[Because I said so.]

I really needed a way to get Michael off my back. And I hoped that Derrick would be the one to help, but my head was spinning. Five days ago I had only ever just fantasized about being a girl. And now it looked like I was going to be dressing like one full time for the next three months. Principal Myers had sent me and my parents an email saying that the school board would meet to decide a few things, but that for now, unless I was on hormones, and had spoken to a qualified professional about transitioning, that they couldn't classify me as a girl officially, only as a student performing a social experiment who is temporarily cross-dressing.

I complied with Michael's demand and strapped on the Brava and turned it on to pump up my titties up overnight. It removed the sexy feeling of the satin rubbing over my nipples, which was a blessing. I had been on such a roller coaster all day I didn't realize how tired I was. I fell asleep almost immediately.

I woke the next day, and removed the Brava. My boobs were closing in on a full C, but hurt like hell - like I had been in a car accident or something. My nipples were super sensitive, and sore as well. I wore the bra Michael had indicated, and it looked fantastic, It was a B-cup bra, and with the swelling I was spilling out of it. I wore the same outfit I wore the day before, hoping Michael wouldn't want to make many more changes. I pulled my hair into a pony tail, and pulled on a pair old Chuck Taylors. I shoved the heels into my backpack. grabbed my purse, and flew out the door to Michael's.

Michael had me strip. He styled my hair and did my make-up the same as the day before - only with deep red almost maroon lipstick and gloss. It made me look older, but still fresh faced and innocent with a just a touch of danger. It was definitely a bit more provocative than the first day, but not completely slutty. He gave me a pair of panties that matched my bra, and a red plaid version of the skirt I wore the day before, but this time I wouldn't be wearing the white camisole, so my cleavage was very evident. My stockings had red bows on them this time, as did my scrunchies. I attempted to button up my shirt and hide my very ample cleavage.

"Uh, uh. Leave it alone."

"But what about when the swelling goes down?"

Michael reached into his drawer and pulled out some silicon "chicken cutlets".

"Just do what Keira Knightly does. Boost those itty bitty's with these."

He dropped them into my backpack, I changed my shoes, and dropped the sneakers into my backpack as well, and then looked up at the clock. Now that I was Andi full time, it didn't take quite so long to get ready. We had a lot of time to kill. I checked myself out in the mirror. Beyond my attention grabbing cleavage, at different angles you could catch glimpses of the super sexy bra. I was definitely going to get a lot of attention whether I wanted it or not. I noticed that Michael was checking me out with a look of disdain. He had appeared to be in a bad mood since yesterday.

"Listen, Mike. Are you upset with me about something?"

"Nah," he deflected.

"Dude, you've had that look on your face since yesterday. What gives?"

"I don't know. I... Well, I think I'm a little jealous."

"Jealous of me? But you are totally hot as Michelle."

"But I'm not Michelle to anyone but you. I don't know what I was thinking. I kinda hoped to humiliate you and make you suffer, but instead you now get to be Andi openly to everybody...and I kinda wish I could do the same."

"Why can't you? Your mom is totally cool with it."

"But there's no going back from that. You have an excuse, and an out clause cuz of the cover story. But there's no way they're gonna go for both of us doing the same thing. I'd have to out myself, and risk the humiliation. You have the entire faculty basically watching your back. I'm not sure I'm ready to do this without that kind of a safety net."

"But it's our senior year. After this, it doesn't matter. We could go to college somewhere else, and never have to deal with these people ever again."

"Maybe, but I guess underneath all my big talk, I'm just a big chicken."

"No you're not. You were going clubbing as Michelle way before all of this. That took guts. I can tell how much you want to be Michelle full time. Are you really afraid of a bunch of dumbass kids from school making fun of you?"

"You have a point. But I'll wait to see how well it turns out for you. You still haven't made it through a full day at school yet. This might be the worst thing that's ever happened to you."

I let that sink in for a second. He was right. I was so thrilled to be out in the open that it didn't occur to me, that things could get ugly in a hurry. I suddenly felt very naked.

"Well, I was excited to go to school. I'm suddenly not that excited."

"As long as your miserable now, too, that's good enough for me."

He patted me on the head.

"I'll go get us some breakfast."

"Cunt," I smirked.

Michael smiled back as he left the room. I decided to go see Derrick. His door was locked, so I knocked. From inside I heard him mumble. 

"Fuck off."

"Derrick, it's Andi..."

I heard a rustle of activity, and he opened the door, he squinted at me as the light from the hall shone in. He rubbed his face, and smiled groggily.

"Fuck, babe. You look hot."

"Thanks," I blushed.

He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me on the lips gently. I was a little stunned. I'd never seen him be so gentle. He gently cupped my ass, and playfully ground himself into me. A warm feeling spread over me. I kissed him voluntarily for the first time. 

"Do we have time, for....?" He murmurred.

"I gotta got go to school."

"Mmm, play hooky," He said as he gently reached into my shirt and caressed my breasts. 

I had to pull away.

"Stop."

"Why?"

"Cuz you're really turning me on."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me back into him.

"You turn me on, babe."

I pulled away again.

"I'm serious, Derrick. I gotta go to school. It's my first full day as a girl."

He looked me up and down, and a giant grin crept across his face.

"What I wouldn't give to be in High School again."

"Shut up."

I kissed him again as our fingers intertwined. My head was buzzing. I'd never known this feeling. Michael came down the hall and handed me a plate with a breakfast burrito and some pop-tarts. I took it and then he handed me a glass of orange juice as well.

"Chop-chop, tranny boy, Clocks tickin'," Michael chided.

Derrick slapped my ass.

"Get movin' babe. I'll pick you up after school."

And he went back in his room and closed the door. I bit my lower lip. Michael smirked.

"I think somebody's in love."

"Shut up," I playfully retorted.

But I was. Or at least as far as I knew of love. I was definitely falling for Derrick. I loved the way I felt right now. The way he made me feel. I ate my breakfast and downed the O.J. 

Britney gave us a ride on her way to work again. As we were getting out, she stopped me. She reached into my purse and pulled out my phone, and started typing something into it.

"Listen, Andi. I know I can be a bit bitchy about Michael's fetish, and his behavior sometimes, but I'm not judging. I have a lot of respect for you for doing this. And if you need someone to talk to about anything. I do have a bit of experience coping with being a girl at this school. And if you insist on dressing like that, you might not like where it leads. So if it all gets to be a little overwhelming, here's my cell number. Call me. And be careful, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, Britney," I smiled.

She smiled back as she put my phone back in my purse and kissed me on the cheek. I was really surprised to see Britney being so kind. I got out of the car, and walked with Michael into school. I got the same reaction as the day before with guys turning my way and checking me out, but this time I held my head high. I was hot, and not ashamed of it. I added a bit if a strut to my gait. Michael giggled. 

"I've created a monster."

I spun on my heels and gave my skirt a twirl which gave all the boys in the quad a quick peep show of my blood red satin and black lace panties. Michael raised an eyebrow. I shrugged.

"If I gotta be here like this, then I'm going to enjoy it."

Michael and I split at the entrance to school. I had express instructions to come to the office first for orientation, so they could furnish me a new student ID, and make sure I understood the ground rules. 

I entered the office, and Principal Myers was waiting outside the conference room. He waved me over, and ushered me into the room where all my teachers were gathered. He closed the door behind me and introduced me.... 

"This is Andrea. As you can see she's a stunning young lady. I was concerned that your first glimpse of Mr. Lembke's transformation into... um, Andi, might catch you off guard, so I wanted you all to meet her before she shows up in your collective classrooms. You've all been briefed on the situation. If you need to ask her anything, now would be the time."

I scanned the room, to see a sea of dumbfounded faces with the exception of Mrs. Kring. The only one who spoke was Mr. Derringer my Sociology teacher. 

"I hope you didn't feel pressured into this by the assignment... I certainly didn't expect you and Mr. Keller to take your research this far."

I smiled, "It's totally okay, Mr. Derringer. Its taking a little getting used to, but I'm totally comfortable like this, so you needn't worry. I only ask, that except for the obvious changes and conditions laid out by Principal Myers, that you treat me just like any other female student in your class. That's the only way this endeavor will succeed."

No one else spoke. Satisfied, Principal Myers spoke up.

"Well, if there are no more questions. You are all free to return to your classes."

They all exited. Myers then escorted me from the room, and into his office. I watched as my teachers vacated the office area. Myers closed his door.

"Andi, I just wanted to take a moment to tell you that you have the schools'd full support. If you have any trouble with any students or teachers. You come tell me immediately. We will have a zero tolerance stance on bullying."

"Thank you Principal Myers," I smiled politely.




Never Wanted To Be Your Girlfriend Ch. 04



"Please, call me Bill, "He said as he gently caressed my shoulder.

For a split second his eyes dropped to my breasts. As his gaze returned to my eyes, I didn't let on that I noticed. He smiled, and opened the office door.

"Ms. Gaithier, will take care of your student ID, and then get you to class."

I glanced in the reflection of the glass wall to see Myers check out my ass as I walked out. He was starting to creep me out a bit. I shrugged it off as typical guy behavior. I mean, I can't tell you how many asses I've peeped at just reflexively.

Ms. Gaithier asked for my school ID. I took it out of my purse, and cringed a bit as I saw the picture of me in boy mode on it. She sat me down, and took my picture for the ID. I sat patiently while it printed out. When it was done, she handed it to me. I looked at my cute picture, and my name Andrea Lembke. It was weird seeing it in print. My eyes moved down to see my sex listed as "female." I smiled a bit.

"Okay, just like before. This is your ID and meal card. So don't lose it."

I nodded and put it in my purse. Ms. Gaithier smiled sweetly at me.

"Well, it's official, dear. You're on the books as a girl. I would hope that you would at least try to act like a lady while on school grounds... despite your attire."

I looked down at myself, and suddenly felt like a slut. I had to find a way to get Michael to let me wear normal clothes to school. Ms. Gaithier handed me a hall pass, and waved toward the door.

"Off to class, Miss. Lembke."

She called me Miss. Lembke. It was the first time anyone had done that. I smiled warmly, and practically skipped out of the office. 

I nervously entered Mrs. Kring's class, sat in my seat, and waited for something to happen.... nothing, no explanation of my situation, no snickering, or bullying of any kind. I looked over at Michael who shrugged. The rest of class went without event. The bell rang, and in the hallway, I asked Michael what was going on.

"That was bizarre. What the hell happened in there?"

"Kring explained the whole thing before you came in. She warned us what would happen if anyone decided to act childish about it. There were a few protests, but by the time you came in. It had all been settled," Michael explained.

It suddenly occurred to me that Michael wasn't in my next class. I had no safety net. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard.

"Shit, Mike. I have math next. You're not in class with me."

"Deal with it, bitch. This is the price of getting to be Andi. Step up, and pay it. I gotta go."

And he left me standing there terrified to take one more step toward Mr. Barden's Calculus class. I clutched my three ring folder to my chest, frozen in fear. A hand on my arm followed by a girl's voice shook me from my trance.

"Andi? Are you okay?"

I turned to find Shana Tyler standing next to me looking very concerned. Shana was, in my estimation, one of the hottest girls in school. She was a stunning brunette with blue eyes, Big beautiful D-cup breasts, and the hardest, thinnest body I had ever seen. She also had the sexiest curl to her lips. Shana was in my half my classes, but had never spoken more than a few words to me as Andy except to ask for a piece of paper or pencil. This was the closest I had ever stood to her, and had her look my in the eyes. 

I started to get hard just from her scent, and her delicate touch. I longed to kiss her sexy mouth. My crotch was really hurting which made me more uncomfortable. She backed up a bit as I made a face, and quickly tried to play it off.

"You know my name?" I asked quizzically.

"Yeah, Kring told us everything."

I looked down embarrassed.

"No, it's not... I didn't mean to... It's totally cool. And...I think you're very pretty."

I looked up at her in awe. This absolute goddess thought I was pretty. I smiled.

"Thanks."

She smiled back. 

"Are you sick... nauseous or something? You don't look good." She asked.

"Huh? Oh, no I'm just kinda scared of going to class for some reason. I don't know if I can handle every teacher in every class explaining my situation to everyone in class while I'm sitting there. It's--"

"Sooo, Awful. I mean how humiliating, right? Not that it should be. You're a hottie."

"You're just being polite." 

"Okay, you want me to prove it to you? Here, watch..."

She waved to one of the jocks hanging out by the lockers to come over. He started walking towards us.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Trust me. And put your binder down, let him see your boobs, girl."

I did as she suggested. The guy, Brad Peters, very handsome - the kind of guy who would have enjoyed tripping me in the hall and laughing with his friends was now staring at my tits. I looked at Shana with uncertainty. Brad sauntered up.

""Sup, Shana? Who's your friend?"

"Brad, this is Andi. She's new here."

I smiled nervously. Brad looked me up and down. And then smiled as he nodded...

"Alright. Welcome to Riverside, Andi. Where you from?"

I opened my mouth to speak when the warning bell beeped. Shana grabbed my arm and starting pulling me toward class, and saved me from having to lie.

"Shit, we gotta get to class," She blurted.

Both she and Brad were in my class. We all walked to class together. I could feel brad walking a little too close to me. Kind of invading my personal space. It was a little unnerving. Shana sensing this looped her arm in mine, and pulled me close to her.

As we walked in the classroom Brad grabbed my ass. As I turned in shock he made a kissing motion with his mouth and winked at me. His buddies saw the whole thing and high-fived him as he went to his seat. Shana and I took our seats as the final bell rang. Shana sat 2 rows over and in front of me. She turned and smiled warmly at me, as Mr. Barden came in and shut the door. He went to the front of the class and wrote my name on the board. 

'Andrea Lembke.'

"Ok, people, we have a new student in our class. Her name is Andrea Lembke, and she is a very brave young woman...."

He stretched an arm out toward me as he continued. The whole class turned to look at me. Oh, god I was blushing, I could feel it. This was awful. I stared down at my binder on the desk, afraid to look up.

"... No, she isn't brave because she fought off a bear or anything like that, she's brave because as part of her Sociology assignment, she has changed her identity from Andrew Lembke to Andrea, as well as her sexual identity."

A few gasps swept the room, and Brad's buddies started snickering. Brad shot me the look of death. He obviously felt I tricked him. I was mortified. Barden continued.

"The school has issued a memo that anyone caught bullying Miss Lembke for any reason, especially for her very public gender issues, will face disciplinary action including but not limited to expulsion."

The room got very quiet.

"That's right. There will be a no tolerance policy in this regard. You will treat her as you would any other female student at this school."

I stared at my desk. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I wanted to die. I wanted to run out of the room. I wanted to scream. Shana broke the silence.

"Mr Barden, May I say something?"

"Yes, Ms. Tyler."

"I think what Andy is doing is amazing, and admirable. And I think the world would be a much better place if every guy spent just one day as a girl. They might actually appreciate how hard it is."

All the girls in class clapped. Some of the boys coughed in disapproval. Shana smiled at me which gave me confidence to lift my head higher. I looked around expecting to still see faces judging me. But there was more approval in their faces than damnation, except for Brad who just glared at me. I did my best to ignore him. The rest of class proceeded normally. 

After class Brad and his cronies left quickly. Shana hugged me and introduced me to her best friends Brie, Katie, and Molly. It was so weird. I knew all of these people, but they treated me like I was someone else... Like the new girl. The rest of the day went pretty much the same, and when last period was over I was relieved to have all of that out of the way.

I was surprised that it wasn't till after lunch that I needed to use the inserts to make up for my boobs shrinking. I went to the office to use the washroom like I was instructed. And it took a little while to figure out to tuck them in underneath my boobs and sort of push them up. They looked plump and fabulous again, and didn't seem to shrink past that point for the rest of the day.

After the 7th period bell, Shana walked with me out to the front lawn area. 

"So we have cheerleading practice in an hour. DO you wanna come with us to Fatburger and hang?" Shana beamed brightly.

"I...I don't think I can."

"You should totally come," Katie added, "I want to hear everything about how you became one of us."

I blushed and smiled. My head was spinning. Could I becoming popular?

"I'd love to, but my... boyfriend is picking me up," I replied.

"Wait....You have a boyfriend? How? Who?" Shana gaped.

"It's complicated," I shrugged.

Derrick pulled up in his silver '74 Charger. He leaned out the window.

"Let's go, babe."

Their jaws all dropped. I could tell they were jealous. I beamed. I ran around the car, and hopped in the other side. I waved to Shana, as we sped off. 

"See you tomorrow!" I yelled.

Shana waved and smiled. I couldn't have pictured my first day going any better than this. As we left the school grounds, Derrick reached up my skirt and rubbed my "pussy". 

"You have some hot friends, babe. Maybe we should have a 3-way."

"Derrick! I'm barely comfortable having sex with you."

"Are you jealous? Don't wanna share your man?"

My stomach turned at the sound of that. Him calling himself my man. But his rubbing my pussy was getting me hot. I pushed his hand away.

"Stop it. You know how that gets me all wound up."

"I know. I like winding you up. You're like a little wind-up sex toy."

He reached up, and continued to stroke my pussy. I gasped.

"Just wait till we get home. Trust me, if you keep this up, I'll jump you the second we get through the door."

"Why wait?"

He unzipped his pants, and pulled out his already hard cock.

"C'mon, Andi. Every teenage girl has to blow her boyfriend in the car at least once. This is your chance to get it out of the way."

I balked. But he reached up and rubbed one of my nipples which had become my achilles heel. My mouth watered for cock, and I couldn't resist. I leaned down, and wrapped my lips around him. He placed his hand on the back of my head, and I went to work. Luckily, it wasn't a long drive back to his place. I worried if he got off while driving that we'd crash. I stopped when we pulled up to the house. We hurried inside to find the place empty. He grabbed me and kissed me, and played with my tits, which got me so hot. I bent over the back of the couch, and pulled down my panties.

"Fuck me right here," I demanded.

"Whoa, baby girl is hot for some cock."

I spread my legs and wiggled my ass.

"Shut up, and give it to me, baby."

It was like I was someone else. I needed to be fucked, and I'd do anything to make it happen. Derrick teased me by grinding my ass with his pants still on. I moaned, and ground him back. Derrick dropped his pants, pulled his rock hard cock form his boxers, and gently rubbed it on my hole.

"Stop fucking around," I hissed.

"Better lube it up first, or I might tear something."

Shit, I forgot about that. I got on my knees and lubed him up with my mouth, and then turned my back to him. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back into him, and growled in my ear. 

"You fucking want this, bitch? You want my cock?"

"Yes, I fucking want your cock!" I gasped, " Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard."

He forced me over the back of the couch, forced my legs apart, and shoved it into me. I gasped in both pleasure, pain and surprise. He grabbed my hair, and fucked me hard. I slammed myself back to meet his every thrust, squealing with pleasure. I came so hard the lights went out for a second. Derrick finished in my ass about a minute later. I turned around, and made out with him passionately. I took in his smell, felt the ripples of the muscles on his back. I sat on the back of the couch, and wrapped my legs around him, and then I said....

"I love you, Derrick."

I regretted it the moment the words left my mouth. My mouth hung open as I realized what I had said. I dropped my legs down, and pushed away from him.

Derrick laughed, and slapped my ass. He moved in and pinned me to the couch. He leaned-in close and stroked my hair. 

"You know. I always had my suspicions about you, dude. The long hair. The quiet manner. Every so often you'd do or say something that was ever so slightly effeminate, but never enough to say, 'Oh yeah, he's got it in him.' And then my brother convinces you to dress like a slut, and through the strangest twist of fate, you fall into my lap - literally. Afterward, I figured I'd just torment you for kicks, and eventually I'd grow tired of the game, and cut you loose. But you have fully embraced being a chick. And surprisingly, you have turned out to be the greatest fuck I have ever had. Andi, you are one sexy bitch"

I suddenly realized how far I had come. I was embarrassed. I felt like such a fool. Like I had been used, and manipulated... like I didn't know who I was anymore. I started crying.

"Stop it," I cried, as I pushed him away.

I pulled up my panties, and started to walk way. Derrick grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

"Why are you crying?"

"You wouldn't get it."

"Are you upset that I didn't say, 'I love you', back? Cuz I..."

"I never wanted this. Any of this. If you had just let me off the hook, and destroyed that stupid video, none of this would have happened. I'm not sure I can go back even if I wanted to. I... I love you. I don't want to. I fucking hate you! I hate you and Michael for doing this to me. I was nothing but a plaything to you both, and now...this!'

I gestured down to my body.

"I'm a freak. I'm not a boy, and I'm not a girl... I'm a fucking freak! And I can't stop feeling what I feel for you. I fucking hate you!!"

I balled up my fist and pounded on his chest in anger. He grabbed me, and held me tightly. 

"Andi, sweetie, you're amazing. And, believe it or not... I love you, too."

I fought him, but he was too strong. I collapsed in his arms... a mess. He held me gently, and I felt better for some reason. He kissed me gently, and I just melted. I kissed him back. 

"You really love me?"

"Really."

His eyes were sincere. I was too young to realize that what I felt was just a weird kind of bonding, and not really love. But it made me feel good. Whether or not it was real didn't matter. I needed to use this relationship to my benefit. I wiped my tears, and composed myself. I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Okay, then I need you to do something for me."

"Anything, baby. Name it."

I told him about Michael's copy of the video, and told him how he was making my life hell with it. He said while Mike was at school tomorrow he'd take care of it. And then he ordered some Thai take-out. We sat on the couch and cuddled while we watched TV and ate. It was nice. I felt safe and warm. I had never pictured having a boyfriend. But it all felt kind of natural.

Michael didn't show up for hours. When he did, he waved me into his room. I followed him in. He closed the door behind us. He motioned to my breasts.

"Alright, let's see 'em."

My knee jerk reaction was to resist. But I acquiesced. I removed my shirt and my bra with the inserts. I was shocked to see the size of my breasts.

"Almost a B cup, Do they hurt at all?" Michael asked.

I felt them, and they didn't hurt. My nipples were supersensitive, and a little sore, and they seemed to be getting a bit larger. I began to worry that pumping my breasts up like this might cause some sort of damage.

"Maybe I should take a day off from pumping. I'm worried I might cause permanent damage."

"Nah, just be sure to use the cocoa butter I gave you to prevent stretch marks, and everything will be fine. you can take a break this weekend. Everything will go back to normal, you'll see."

He looked at my face more closely.

"Have you been crying?"

I turned away embarrassed.

"It's nothing. Derrick and I had a fight."

"You haven't been a girl a full week yet, and already a lover's spat."

"Fuck you, Mike."

"Hey, it's cool. Don't mind me."

He went to his closet and pulled out a green skirt like the one I was wearing, and a satin and lace bra like the red one I was currently wearing with matching panties. He tossed them to me.

"Your clothes for tomorrow. Be sure to wash everything else you have on. I'll do your make-up in the morning. Don't forget to wear the Brava tonight. Get those luscious boobies working."

I glared at him, turned and walked out. Derrick gave me a ride home. I got out, and came around to his side. I leaned through the window and kissed him.

"You'll handle the video thing tomorrow?"

"Babe, I'll wipe out his entire laptop just for fucking with my property."

I winced as I thought he might be referring to me as his property and not the video. Why was I so sensitive all of a sudden? I shook it off. I walked tiredly into the house. My mom was in the kitchen.

"Are you hungry, Drea?"

"I ate at Derrick's...I mean Mike's."

"Derrick's?" My mom asked.

Fuck. How could I let that slip? I was pretty sure she wasn't ready to find out I had a boyfriend.

"My brain is fried. I've had a lot on my mind, and Derrick gave me a ride home, so I..."

"It's okay, dear. Michael came by this afternoon, and he explained everything to me."

I felt the floor drop away from me. What had Michael told her?

"And...?" I asked, uneasy.

"I have to say, I'm a little disappointed that you couldn't be honest with me about this."

"Mom, I'm not sure what you are--"

"No, it's okay. I get it. To find out from Michael that the whole school project was just a cover story for your... cross dressing... was a little disconcerting. But to hear that you've been dressing like this behind my back for the past six months, sneaking into clubs, and having sex with strange men, was very troubling."

"What??? Mom, that never--"

"No, I'm speaking now. I've had enough of your lies, young man. I can't even look at you right now dressed like that. Knowing what you've been doing in those clothes... I can smell it on you. I don't even know what to say. Go to your room, right now, take off those ridiculous clothes. I'm calling the school tomorrow to talk to your teachers."

"Mom.."

"Now!!"

I hung my head, and cried as I went into my room, and sat on my bed - stunned. My shock turned to anger. I called Mike. He picked up the phone laughing. I was furious!

"What the fuck are you doing, Michael???"

"All part of the plan, princess. Mommy wasn't happy to hear about what a total slut you are. She felt taken advantage of. I sure hope this doesn't change things for you at home."

"Why would you do that? I've never been anything but nice to you. I'm sorry I slept with Derrick. But it's your fault. If you hadn't done this to me, taken me out and gotten me drunk..."

"Andi, as a woman, you're going to have to start taking responsibility for your actions. When you get drunk and beg a man to shove his cock in you, just hours after taking my cock. That makes you a filthy slut."

"Michael you were fucking guys right and left long before that. How dare you judge me? You're just as much a fu--"

"Choose your next words carefully, bitch. I've got pornhub open right now, and I can have the video online in less than 10 minutes..."

I was tired of playing this fucking game. I didn't care anymore.