Coming Out
by Wendi Robertson.
I was 19 years old. I was one year out of high school and now had a
good paying job while I was attending the local college. I had just
moved into an apartment with my high school pal, Joey, who was
attending the same college. Joey was supposed to be gone for the
weekend visiting his girlfriend at her out of town college. This was
my first chance to dress in clothes I'd bought especially for myself.
These were MY clothes, not a panty here and a bra there "borrowed" from
my sister without her knowledge. Or, not a panty girdle or swim suit
"borrowed" from the bedroom of the wife for whom I was babysitting
while she and her husband were out for dinner and a movie. (How often,
while in high school, had I donned the underwear of an unsuspecting
wife while babysitting. How often I had locked myself in her bathroom
dressed in her panties, girdle and padded bra -- or perhaps her sexy
swim suit -- where I stimulated myself sexually while almost crying
because I wanted so very much to be a girl!) Now, I could relax and
didn't have to be secretive. I took a relaxing shower and shaved my
legs. Then I slipped into a pair of coffee-colored panty-hose of the
correct size. Then over my panty-hose I put on a pair of pink, silken
panties. I love to wear panties and I love them to be over my
panty-hose. Then I put on a pink bra that matched my panties, again of
the correct size. No wadded up toilet paper for form and fullness this
time--I had purchased an expensive pair of silicone bra pads. Then I
slipped into the prettiest Teddy I had ever seen. It was pale blue
with lots of frills and lace. I then sat and carefully applied my
makeup. First my foundation makeup, then my eyeshadow and liner, and
then my rich, deep red lipstick. Then I put on my shoulder length wig.
It was not a cheap wig, but one of high-quality workmanship. Today I
became a ravishing blonde. I looked at the young woman in the mirror,
and the sexual longings surged forward throughout my very being. I
wanted to be a woman so much it actually hurt! (Up to this time in my
life, although I had often longed to be first a girl, and later a young
woman, while dressed, I never thought of having sex with a man.) After
admiring myself in the mirror, I donned my four-inch heels and
proceeded to strut about the apartment a bit. Suddenly I heard the
back door open. It was Joey. I panicked! I grabbed a robe and put it
on. I threw my wig in a corner. I forgot about my makeup and
high-heel shoes. Joey walked into the room and his eyes open wide.
"What do we have here!?" He said in a rather loud voice. I tried to
run to lock myself in the bathroom but Joey caught me. I was no match
for his strength, he was a star football player. Joey was rough--he
pulled off my robe and I was standing there before my best friend, my
secret fully revealed! I thought he would be in a rage. Instead he
smiled and said, "My goodness, even though my mother told me not to
live with a girl, I guess I am anyway! What is your name, young lady?"
I hesitated, I was both so embarrassed and excited. I was almost
faint! I softly replied, "Wendi..." Then Joey spotted my wig on the
floor. He picked it up and said, "Put this on, Wendi, and let me see
how you look." I put my wig back on and combed it out before the
mirror. Joey came up from behind and placed his arms about my waist.
He looked at me in the mirror, saying, "I think my new girlfriend is
very pretty and sexy, too!" With this, Joey turned me around and
planted a big kiss on my lips. Then he became obviously excited and he
forced his tongue inside of my mouth! I was now scared. Being scared
didn't do me any good, though. Joey forced me down on the couch and
laid atop me. He didn't take my Teddy off but he forced my legs apart
as he continued to kiss me. Then he slipped his trousers and shorts
down, and exposed his rigid member to my eyes. He pressed his powerful
body against me. He then commenced a repeated thrusting motion of his
pelvis, which caused his rigid member to slide back and forth on the
crotch of my Teddy. My sex was very hard and up against my tummy,
beneath my panty-hose, panties, and Teddy. But the rhythmic motion of
his rigid member pressing and sliding against my sex sent new and
wonderful feelings throughout my being. I was no longer scared--I was
a young woman in the arms of her..yes, her male lover...I put my arms
about Joey as he continued his repeated thrusts. I knew I was in love
with Joey...I wanted to be his bride..his wife!! His tongue darted
inside of my mouth. Then he began to moan and, at the same time, I
felt my climax approaching. He cried out and I felt his hot love
juices spurting onto the crotch of my beautiful, silken and lacy Teddy.
I shuddered with my climax and cried out, "Oh, Joey, I want you to make
me pregnant!" We laid there in each other arms, exhausted, saying
nothing to each other. My panties, hose and Teddy were soaked with our
mingled juices. Both of our lives changed forever, that wonderful day!
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