My First Date
John called me the next day and asked if we could go out to dinner
and a movie on Saturday night. Of course I said yes. What would I wear?
I wanted to impress him. I could wear the red dress or a skirt and top.
I decided to get a new dress and shoes. Laura offered to go with me, but
I felt it was time I was on my own. I walked to the mall and sought out
the perfect dress. I found it. It was sort of the classic little black
dress. It was mid-thigh with a low cut bodice. It was sleeveless but
with moderate straps that would cover my bra straps. It was funny, I
know guys love to catch a glimpse of a girl’s bra straps, but now I
wanted to look perfect. I was totally comfortable on my own as a
girl. I knew no one would have any doubts I was all girl. What they
didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
I got a perfect pair of shoes. Black platform pumps with a five inch
heel. The one inch platform made the actual heel fell like a four inch
heel, but look like it was five. I got two pairs of off black pantyhose.
I knew the black stockings would make my legs look really sexy. My final
stop was to get a bottle of black nail polish. I was on cloud nine as I
walked home. I knew I would look and feel totally feminine and sexy.
That Saturday afternoon I took a long bath in scented bath oil. I
shaved my legs and underarms. I wanted perfectly smooth legs. I had the
feeling that John’s hand might wind up on my nylon covered thigh and I
wanted him to enjoy the feeling. I also removed my red polish with nail
polish remover. I made sure I didn’t have any trace of a beard. I was
fortunate in that I had a pair of black panties and a black underwire
bra. I got into them and fixed myself up between my legs. I had a smooth
appearance. My maleness was well hidden. There would be no bulge under
my relatively tight fitting dress. I pulled on my off black pantyhose
and loved the sexy look. Before I put on my makeup I applied two coats
of the black nail polish to my nails. I thought it was so sexy.
I spent a lot of time on my makeup. I applied a little more eyeliner
and mascara than normal. I wished I could at least replace my lower
studs with some nice hoop earrings, but I would have to wait a bit
longer for that. I put my wig on and combed it perfectly. After adding
some jewelry I put on my dress and heels. I looked in the full length
mirror and a gorgeous girl reflected back at me. Finally I sprayed some
perfume on my wrists and neck. I was all set. The doorbell rang a few
minutes later and I let John in.
“Wow! You are a complete knockout. Don’t you feel a little weird
wearing girl’s clothes and makeup?” John asked.
Girls don’t feel weird wearing girl’s clothes and I feel I am every
bit a girl now. Wearing girl’s clothes is natural. Why would I not wear
them? I love being a girl. I never want to be a boy again.”
“Well you sure look great in that dress,” John said. “And you smell
so good too.”
John had recently gotten his driver’s license and so he had his
family car. He ran around and opened the passenger door for me. I made
sure I got in in a ladylike manner by sitting sideways and swinging my
tightly closed legs inside. I always had to remember that I was wearing
a dress. No peeks at my panties by the guys. I was quite pleased that I
could walk in the heels quite well. John held my hand as we walked into
the Italian restaurant. I did notice a few heads turned and I knew they
were fixed on my nylon covered legs and my ample chest. I carefully sat
down and crossed my legs. I loved the feeling of my nylon covered thighs
rubbing together. I liked the fact that I had on a sleeveless dress
exposing my bare arms and shaved underarms if I raised my arm. The black
nail polish was a good choice to compliment my black dress and I loved
having long nails. I wondered if all girls felt so sexy dressed like I
was. Being female in public was so wonderful.
After we ordered I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I wanted
to make sure my makeup was perfect. I applied a little more lipstick and
a few other touchups. I felt totally at ease in the ladies room as
another woman touched up her makeup next to me. I knew there was no way
she would ever suspect I was anything but another female. There was no
doubt that I was able to pass perfectly as a girl unless I was naked. I
returned to the table and our meals arrived a bit later. John made sure
that he always called me Danielle and nothing in our conversation could
be overheard that would lead to anyone suspecting I was a male. I loved
every minute of being a girl in public with a handsome boy. I saw other
women at nearby tables and some were wearing short skirts or dresses and
the fact that I was too made me feel so feminine. I looked at men in
their drab male clothing and knew that females were so lucky. Wearing
skirts, dresses, pantyhose and heels a pleasure that men could never
experience. The feeling of my bra band and the weight of my breasts was
very arousing. I was cinstantly reminded of my femininity. After we
finished eating we headed back to the car. John put his arm around me
and before I got in he kissed me.
“I hope you don’t mind, but you are turning me on so much,” he said.
“No, you make me feel like any girl would,” I replied.
We drove to the theater and John bought the tickets. We found seats
and a few minutes later the movie started. After the lights went down
John put his arm around me. It wasn’t long and his hand was on my leg
just above the knee. Little by little it got higher and higher on my
thigh. Eventually he reached my crotch and gently pushed on my pad. My
male stuff was well concealed and he was pushing up above. I couldn’t
believe the intense arousal I felt. It wasn’t at all like I had felt as
a boy. I knew this was more the way girls must feel. At that moment I
wished I had a vagina more than anything. I imagined having sex with
John, girl sex. I would have to wait for that.
“Your nylon covered legs felt so incredible. I have never felt a
girl’s legs when she was wearing pantyhose,” John said on the way home.
“Well I like wearing them, but when I touch them I don’t feel that
excited. I do like walking in them when my thighs rub together and also
when I cross my legs. If you want to touch them some more I will let you
when we get to my room,” I said.
When we got to my house we headed to my room. I told John he could
unzip my dress. After he did I stepped out of it. There I was in my
heels, pantyhose covered legs with my panties showing underneath, and of
course my black bra.
“Wow!” was all John could say.
We went to the bed and I let John run his hand all over my legs. I
knew he was about to burst. Before I knew it he had his clothes off.
“John we can’t have sex. I am still a boy,” I exclaimed.
“Well let’s try something,” he said as he miraculously produced a
condom and put in on over his erect penis.
What we wound up doing worked for both of us. He managed to get his
penis between my legs and I squeezed. He was kissing me as well. I knew
he exploded into the condom and I had an orgasm as well. We were both
spent. After a few minutes we each went into the bathroom. I removed my
pantyhose and panties. I had to replace my feminine pad of course. I put
my pantyhose, shoes, and dress back on. We both agreed that this was a
perfect end to the evening. John kissed me goodnight and we both knew
that this was the start of something. I knew we both still had lingering
thoughts about being gay, but I thought this was something else. I
turned John on because I looked and acted like a girl, not a boy. I was
reacting to a boy as any girl would.
Danielle continues to become more feminized during
the summer before she returns to school as a girl. Find out what she does in the next chapter.