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Mom's Unique Punishment - Part 3
🕑 Added 2020-06-04 05:57:52 +0000 UTCAs I stood at the door preparing to go in, I had a lump in my throat. What was I doing here at Karen's house wearing a mini skirt and a girl's top? I had to be totally out of my mind. Karen was wearing shorts and a casual top so I immediately felt overdressed.
"Hi. I see you found the house ok. You look so cute in that outfit. I love those shoes. Where did you get them?"
So we were off and running. Karen was quite the chatterbox so our conversation went smoothly. Mom briefed me on a lot of stuff before I went over to her house so I would be prepared. After all, I had to create an entirely new life for Danielle. I had to know why I lived with my dad while my brother lived with our mom. I had to know the school I went to, my friends, our activities, and even my boyfriends. Now that was the killer for me. I couldn't believe I had to be prepared to discuss my make-believe boyfriends but I did. It was a good thing mom made me think of all this since it didn't take long for Karen and me to start talking about boys. Actually we talked about music and boys, videos and boys, clothes and boys, dancing and boys, sports and boys, vacations and boys, and boys. By the end of the afternoon, my head was spinning and I was glad when six o'clock rolled around and mom came to pick me up.
Mom was eager to hear all about my afternoon and I told her mostly everything but not too much about the boyfriend stuff. I found that too embarrassing especially when Karen and I were talking about kissing boys and letting them do stuff to us. I only admitted letting my boyfriend go to second base with me. Karen said she let her last boyfriend go to third base one time. I definitely didn't want to tell mom about that.
My life fell into a new routine for the next few weeks. It wasn't a routine that I was comfortable with but it was a routine. Not like most of my other summers for sure. Those were filled with baseball and basketball, not ballet and beauty treatments. Actually since I didn't have any chance to play ball I found myself practicing ballet quite often. It seemed like that was the only exercise I was getting and I wanted to stay in shape. Surprisingly I was getting pretty good at it too. Mrs. Taylor noticed my improvement and complimented me quite often on my gracefulness. Her encouragement was surprisingly welcome too and it spurred me on to try harder each week. I also didn't want mom to say I wasn't trying because she may have made me do something else in addition to ballet. I didn't want to chance that.
I also hung out with Karen a few times each week. We'd go shopping some days or go to a movie. That was fun. I liked her a lot and it was cool to hang out with her even if I was dressed as a girl. Gradually I met a few of her other friends so lots of times a few of us hung out together.
Ballet classes were set to end soon so at least I had something to look forward to. I wouldn't have to wear that silly outfit for the rest of the summer. But I didn't realize that all these dance classes always ended with a recital where all the students performed before an audience. That was just what I wanted to hear. And because of my age and all my practice Mrs. Taylor wanted me to have a bigger role than most of the other girls. We practiced a few numbers all that week for the recital that was scheduled for Friday evening. Mom was all excited and she said that she and my brother would come to see me perform. I cringed when I thought of Mikey being there but once more there was nothing I could do. I also knew that Karen would probably be there too since her little sister would be in the recital as well.
On Thursday evening mom made an appointment for me at the nail salon to have my nails touched up. On the drive back from the salon, mom unleashed another unwelcome surprise on me.
"Guess what? Your aunt Alice is coming to visit us for the week so you'll have a few more supporters in the audience for your dancing debut."
"Aunt Alice! Is Jason coming with her?" Jason was my cousin and he was a few months older than me.
"Of course. You know he always comes when they visit."
"Mom, they can't come to the recital. I don't want Jason to see me dancing in a ballet recital with all girls. Especially since I'll be one of the girls. Can't you call Aunt Alice and cancel? Please."
"No honey. Besides Aunt Alice knows all about my little girl. She's looking forward to meeting you. I told her all about your exciting summer. She wanted to see first hand because your cousin is becoming more and more of a discipline problem himself. He may be next if he isn't careful."
Oh great. I didn't really believe Aunt Alice would ever force Jason to wear girl's clothes. I figured mom made that up to keep me quiet. I was sick with fright the rest of the day and night. When I woke up on Friday, I told mom I was too sick to dance that night. Mom didn't want to hear anything about me being sick. She told me I was going and that was all there was to it. She said I could rest for the day but I had to be ready by five so she could drop me off for our final rehearsal and makeup session. Mom told me to wear my ballet costume and to bring the other outfit we needed for the finale. We were doing a little West Side Story number so we all had to change into black short skirts, a black leotard, black tights and black ballet slippers.
Late that afternoon, mom came in to make sure I packed everything I needed. Along with my clothing I had to bring some lipstick, mascara and blush since they wanted us all to look a little more grown up for the recital. She parked in the middle school lot and walked me in to make sure I got in safely. She waved to Mrs. Taylor and said goodbye. "Good luck, honey. We'll be cheering for you."
And she was off. All us girls were quite busy for the next two hours. We had a practice session to review all of the numbers, then we had to all lay out our clothes for the last number, then we all had our makeup done and they fixed our hair a little too. By seven, I could hear the audience filling up the room. I was so apprehensive knowing Mikey and Jason were both going to be sitting there watching. I could imagine their reactions and comments.
Finally, Mrs. Taylor got us all together to say a little prayer that all her girls would perform well and that we would all have lots of fun. AS we took our positions for the first number I prayed that the floor would open up and swallow me. Mrs. Taylor walked out to the podium, welcomed everyone and then the curtain opened, the music started and we began to dance. Fortunately we all had a lot of practice and the first number was the easiest so we all did pretty well. I couldn't see anyone in the audience that I knew so I relaxed a little bit. I didn't have to dance in the second number so I had a chance to scan the audience and that's when I spotted my mother, brother, aunt and cousin. They were seated about ten rows back right in the center section.
Mrs. Taylor signaled for the next group to get set. This was my biggest dance. I had about a 30 second solo in the middle of the dance. I tried to concentrate on all of the moves remembering all of my training and practice. As I began my solo, it all came back to me and I performed flawlessly including the three pirouettes included in the set. As I finished and took my place back in line with the other girls, I could hear the audience applauding my performance. I also noticed mom was snapping pictures with her camera. I guess she wanted more ammunition with my friends if I revolted. I thought Jason also had a camera. Standing right next to mom, I couldn't help but notice Mikey laughing really hard. I knew I was in store for some big teasing.
The remainder of the recital went off really well. We all changed into our other outfit for the finale. I felt really dumb changing with all those girls. Here I was a boy and I had to fit in and change with a bunch of girls. Thank God I was wearing my panty brief for extra security. I would have been really nervous without that. After removing my tutu and pink leotard, I had to put on my black pantyhose and change into my other leotard and skirt. Mrs. Taylor had to assist some of the younger girls. Thank God, I didn't need any help. All the girls did a wonderful job, including some of the really young girls. They were so cute and excited. We all got to take our final bows or in this case, our final curtseys. Mrs. Taylor always stressed that boys bow and ballerinas curtsy. Once again I could see Jason and Mikey standing up clapping really loud and whistling for me when Mrs. Taylor announced my name. What jerks they were. I moved to the front of the stage, curtseyed like I was trained to do and ran off stage with the other girls.
Mrs. Taylor arranged for a little reception after the recital so there was some beverages and pastries for us to enjoy. As I walked off stage, my family was there to greet me. Both mom and Aunt Alice had bouquets of flowers for me, which was just another total source of embarrassment for me. "Honey, you were wonderful. Here's some flowers for our little prima ballerina." Mom handed me the flowers and then gave me a hug and a kiss.
"Your mom's right. You were just precious, Danielle. You were great. I can't believe you just started." Aunt Alice said as she handed me my second bouquet that I grudgingly accepted as Jason and my brother just grinned.
"Aren't you boys going to congratulate Danielle on her lovely performance?"
As my Aunt spoke, both boys started laughing at me. Jason couldn't contain his amusement at my situation. "Oh yeah, you make a really cute ballerina. I can't believe my cousin is parading around like this. This is too much."
"Hi Danielle. You were great tonight."
I turned and saw Karen.
"Oh, thanks. Katie did really well too."
"Yes. Everyone did a good job. Mrs. Taylor is a very good teacher."
"That's for sure. If she can teach me ballet, she can teach anyone."
My mom interjected. "Hi Karen. Glad you enjoyed the recital. Karen, this is my sister, Alice and my nephew, Jason."
"Hi. Nice to meet you."
I could see Jason checking out my friend. I hoped he and Aunt Alice knew that Karen thought I was a girl.
Mrs. Taylor came over and started chatting with my mother and aunt, leaving the three of us alone.
Karen asked me what I was doing tomorrow. "I'm going to go to the mall. You wanna come with me? There's a big sale at Kohls and I need some new things for fall."
"I'm not sure. My cousin and aunt are staying. Can I let you know tomorrow?"
"Sure."
We talked and had a drink of punch. Karen introduced her mom to my mom and aunt as I chatted with some of the other girls in my class until it was time to leave. We all got into the car and drove back home. I felt really weird sitting in the back seat between Jason and my brother. Plus it was hard to sit in my stupid short skirt. I kept trying to pull it down more since I could see Jason eyeing my legs and grinning. But his next comment made me feel even worse.
"Are you wearing panties?"
My aunt quickly yelled at him. "Jason. That's not an appropriate question to ask a young lady."
"Why not? Dani is wearing everything else so I figured it was okay to ask. I just can't believe my cousin is wearing all this girlie stuff and makeup. It's just too funny."
"There's nothing funny about it. She looks sweet and she's much better behaved this summer. You should only be as well behaved."
"Yeah. She does look sweet and I bet she is wearing pretty panties. Mikey told me all about them."
"Mom." I wailed in horror.
"Mikey, what did I tell you? You better watch your step, young man."
I was tired and asked to go to bed as soon as we got home. Mom told Jason she wanted him to sleep in Mikey's room. "You boys can room together since Danielle needs her privacy." Turning to me, she continued. "Sure honey, why don't you go up and change now. And don't forget to rinse out your pantyhose and hang them in the shower to dry. The boys can get ready for bed later."
I was so relieved to finally be away from everyone. I went into my room, striped and put on my nightie. I knew enough to do what mom said so I washed out my pantyhose in the sink and hung them to dry. I placed my other clothing in the hamper, washed up, removed my makeup and went to bed, thankful that the night was over.
Mom came into my room early the next morning to wake me up. I guess I was really tired from the recital and all the stress. I could see Mom taking one of my dresses from my closet. "Honey, I want you to wear this dress today with a pair of your nude pantyhose and these shoes. We're all going into town today for lunch and a matinee at the playhouse. I wanted to do something special for you since you did such a great job last night. Besides I want to make sure Aunt Alice sees how pretty you look every day.
"Mom. I don't want to get all dressed up. Please. Can't I just wear pants today? I don't' want Jason to see me wearing a dress and pantyhose. He'll think I'm a total sissy."
"You know you can't wear pants. And I'm sure Jason will be on good behavior especially since he saw you last night. So, come on. Get a move on. Everyone already had breakfast and Aunt Alice is making you some pancakes now."
"Okay but Karen wanted me to go shopping with her today. Can't I do that instead?"
"Oh. Don't worry. I heard her ask you about shopping so I told her we had a surprise planned for you to celebrate your ballerina debut. She agreed to join us. We'll pick her up on the way. So put your robe and slippers on and go eat."
Just want I needed to hear. My robe and slippers were so girlie that I hated them even more than my nighties. But I knew once again that mom wasn't in the mood for any lip so I did as she said.
When I entered the kitchen, Mikey turned to Jason. "See. I told you she sleeps in girl stuff too. You owe me a buck."
Jason cracked up. "This is worth a lot more than a buck. This is hysterical. My cousin is turning into a real girl. You must really like all this stuff."
"I hate it. I hate wearing all this stuff. Mom makes me."
"No she doesn't." Mikey chimed in. "I hear you asking her for lipstick and dresses and stuff like that. And you were always doing your ballet stuff even when mom wasn't home. You like being a sissy girl."
"I do not."
"Mikey, that's enough. One more word and you'll be grounded. And Danielle, I don't appreciate those outbursts. Young ladies don't act like that. If you both know what is good for you, you won't test my patience."
I managed to get through breakfast without further incident but I could almost feel Mikey and Jason smirking at me. I hated sitting there wearing girls pajamas and stuff while they both were wearing shorts and tee shirts. After I ate, the two boys went into the adjoining family room and watched television while I had to help mom and Aunt Alice clean up the kitchen and do the dishes.
After we finished mom told me to get my hot curlers so she could set my hair. Even worse, she decided we could do it right in the kitchen. Needless to say, Jason got to see me sitting there with curlers being in my hair. Every time I turned around I was being placed in a more feminine position. First with my brother, than with my father and now with my cousin and aunt. I feared I would never regain my pride.
After my hair was set it was off to take a bath and then go through all the preparations that have become part of my daily life. Mom made me shave my legs and underarms each week, I had to smooth lotions on my legs, arms, hands, face and neck daily to keep my skin soft. I had to wear makeup every day. Foundation, liner, mascara, blush and lipstick all had to be expertly applied before I could begin my day. Today I had to do all of that, comb out my hair and get dressed for the big day. Meanwhile my brother and Jason were fooling around downstairs like two idiots. They only had to put on pants and a shirt and their casual shoes and they were ready. They would be ready in a few minutes. My preparations took a few hours.
Mom and Aunt Alice were in mom's room getting ready when I came in. Mom told me to join them after my bath. I had my panties and bra on already under my robe and I carried in my slip, dress, shoes and pantyhose to put on after I finished with my makeup and hair.
"Honey, sit here at the vanity. You can apply your makeup here. Then I'll help you with your hair."
After I applied all my makeup, mom helped me remove the rollers. My hair was really springy so I knew it would look really cute. In a way I was glad since Karen would be there but on the other hand I didn't want to look too cute in front of my cousin. After about 45 to 50 minutes I was done with my hair and makeup. Mom handed me my pantyhose, which I expertly slid up my legs before removing my robe. I stepped into my slip before unzipping my dress and lowering it over my head. Mom zipped me up as I stepped into my heels. A quick spray of perfume and I was ready for the day. When I went down stairs, Mikey and Jason were already waiting in the family room. And as expected they both had on a pair of pants, a shirt and their casual shoes. And here I was all decked out in a dress and high heels. How I wished to be wearing the same thing they had on. I wanted to be dressed like one of the guys but that sure wasn't happening. Mom, Aunt Alice, Karen and me were all going to be dressed similarly. We'd all be wearing dresses. We'd all be wearing bras and panties. We'd all be wearing heels. We'd all have make up on and we all smelled sweet with perfume. No, there would be no mistaking me for a boy. I fit right in with all the girls and women.
Jason was the first one to chime in. "Wow. Don't you look cute in your pretty dress and high heels? You even walk like a girl in them. I guess all that practice paid off for you. I'm not sure who is cuter you or your friend, Karen? I think she's kind of hot but you make a darn cute girl, yourself. Where does she think the real Danny is?"
"With his father for the summer. I told her we switched homes."
"You never told me if you were wearing panties last night. So, you got them on now?"
"None of your business!" I answered in a huffy voice.
"Hey, don't get wise with me. You're the one running around all dolled up and playing girl. I guess I can just tell Karen about your little game if you don't want to show me your pretty panties. So, you can either lift your skirt or I'll out you to your little girlfriend."
"You can't do that. Please."
"It's up to you. So, what's it going to be?"
Now in addition to my mother having me over a barrel, my cousin had me in an even worse position. And I had to live with him for the entire week. Realizing that he may not be kidding, I slowly lifted my dress and slip revealing my pantyhose covering my lavender lace panties. Both Jason and my brother hooted it up when I revealed my finery to them, causing me to blush bright red. I wasn't used to anyone seeing my girl's underwear since I moved back into my bedroom.
"Wow. You really do have everything on that a girl wears."
I heard mom coming down stairs so I quickly lowered my dress back into place.
"Thanks for the show, sweetie."
"Okay. Everybody ready? Danielle, don't forget your purse."
"I got it, mom. I'm all ready."
I was a bit nervous that day, more so than normal. Jason's comment really bothered me. I was so afraid he would tell Karen the truth about me. If he did that, Karen would hate me and the entire school would know that I was a big sissy.
During the day I could tell that Jason liked Karen. He was acting goofy around her the way guys do when they have a crush on someone. I could also tell that Karen was not interested in Jason. He definitely was not her type.
During the intermission at the play, Karen and I went to the ladies room together. As we were standing in line, which was something I wasn't used to doing in the men's room, she confided in me that Jason seemed jerky. I laughed and agreed with her. We both agreed that most boys were jerks. We were laughing so hard when we came out of the ladies room, Jason heard us.
"What's so funny in there? Did a boy sneak in there?"
I could feel my throat tighten up when he said that. Karen just laughed. "Sure, there were a lot of boys in there." She replied.
Fortunately Jason dropped the matter right then. Thank God.
But I knew after today that Jason could make things tough for me. And now knowing that Karen didn't like him certainly didn't bode well for me.
The next morning after church, mom and Aunt Alice were going out with some friends for the day. Mikey had baseball practice so Jason and I were on our own. Jason asked me to call Karen and invite her over. "She's cute and I think she likes me."
"No she doesn't. She thinks you're a jerk, so there."
"Stop saying that. You know it's not true."
After arguing for a while I agreed to call Karen and let him listen in on our conversation. It was the only way I could prove to him what a jerk he was. It didn't take long for Karen to say a few things about him so he got the point but he was mad and his feelings were hurt.
I was feeling real superior at that point but things quickly changed.
"Okay. Since your girlfriend thinks I'm such a jerk, you can be my girlfriend. I haven't had much experience with girls and I need to experience some things now so I'll do good when I start dating."
"I'm not going to be your girlfriend. You must be crazy or something?"
"Yeah. Maybe I am. But I also have pictures of you in your precious ballerina outfit dancing with all the other girls and I can tell your friend all about you, remember? Now we know you don't want that to happen, do you?"
I started to answer but he just kept on talking. "No, you wouldn't want all your friends at school to know how Danny boy spent his summer. So you'll be a good girl and do whatever I tell you. Now first, I want you to get all dressed for me, like we're going out on our first date. You can wear a one of your skirts, something short. And then you'll make me some lunch and then we'll see how good a girlfriend you can be.
So get a move on." He said in a demanding tone as he sat down on the chair in my room.
Not knowing what to do, I told him I would change but he had to leave first.
"No, I think I'll stay and watch. I can see how some of this stuff works since you're such an expert now."
So now I had to change out of my shorts and top right in front of him. How embarrassing. None of the three options were very appealing. I could say no and then he could tell Karen or give some of those recital photos to my friends or worse, he could do both of those things. Or I could play along with his little charade. At a minimum I needed to buy some time so I went to my closet, picked out a short skirt and a top. I already had my panties and bra on so I only needed a pair of pantyhose and shoes.
I slipped off my short and top and rolled up my pantyhose to glide them up my legs. "Wow. You even look like a girl in your underwear. Those things look hard to put on too."
After I slipped on my hose, I quickly stepped into my skirt and buttoned up my top. I felt less vulnerable now that I had some clothes on.
"Don't forget your lipstick and perfume stuff too. I'm sure you would want to look your best for me, right?"
"Yeah, right." I said as I applied my lipstick and blush and sprayed myself with perfume. After I finished Jason told me to stand up and pirouette for him. I felt so stupid but I did it anyway.
"You know something. You make a really convincing girl. Maybe you're not really a boy. Okay, I think its time you make your new boyfriend some lunch. You can cook me up a hamburger and some fries. I'll be in the family room so you can serve me in there."
How I wanted to just scream. I couldn't believe this twit was doing this to me. Even worse, I was letting it happen. After slaving in the kitchen for 30 minutes or so, I had our lunches made. I put it all on a tray and brought it in to Jason. He smiled and told me to sit next to him on the couch where we both ate our hamburger. After we were done, Jason held a French fry up to my mouth. "Here, let me feed you one and then you can feed me one."
So we fed each other a few fries. I was going clean up the plates but Jason stopped me. "You didn't make any dessert. I guess you'll just have to be my dessert now. Let me see how hard it is to unhook a bra. I bet I can do it with one hand."
I balked a little but Jason pulled me over closer to him. He slipped his hand under my top and began fiddling with my bra hooks. He struggled for quite a few minutes, even when he used both hands. Such a stud he was. Finally, he got it unhooked. "Okay, kiss me now."
"I can't kiss you. You're a boy."
"I know I'm a boy but I'm not too sure about you. I'm convinced enough that I think this will work. Now kiss me, Danielle."
He kind of puckered his lips up, making me cringe. I kissed him on the cheek hoping that would bring him to his senses.
"Is that how you kiss your boyfriend? You better kiss me like you mean it or else I'll take a walk over to Karen's house.
This was now getting really nuts. I mean I know I looked like a girl but now Jason was making me act like one in a physical way. Up to now I just acted like a girl. This scared me but other things scared me even more.
"Come on. I need to learn how to kiss so a girl likes it and you're going to help me. If I close my eyes, I really think you're a girl."
"But I know I'm not"
"That's not my problem. Kiss your boyfriend."
And that's what we did. I kissed Jason real lightly a few times and then we kissed a little harder for a while. He was moaning and stuff so I knew he liked it. I knew just how much he liked it when he took my hand and rested it on his groin. I could feel his little penis swelling and twitching as we continued kissing.
I moved my hand away, yelling at him. "Jason, stop that."
He grabbed my hand again and placed it in exactly the same spot. "Stop being such a baby. Girls like to touch their boyfriend's things. And boyfriends like to touch their girlfriends too." As he was talking I felt him move his hand to my nylon covered knee. Oh my God, I thought. He's going to try to touch me. Jason moved his hand higher and higher, although he did avoid getting near my thing. He had his hand almost up to my waist and he started to try to move it under my pantyhose but he couldn't make much progress due to the tightness of my skirt and the way I was sitting. "Boy, this is tougher than I thought. I hope my girlfriends don't wear pantyhose when we go out. Put your hand in my pants. I'm not wearing pantyhose so it should be much easier for you."
"Jason, please don't make me do that. It's disgusting."
"No it's not. Just do it, Danielle. Stop being such a baby."
Now I was faced with the reality of having my hands on some boy's penis. Never in a million years did I ever think I would find myself in this type of predicament. I wasn't queer and I wasn't a girl. Yet I now found myself admitting to one of those categories. I know I looked and dressed like a girl but now I was being asked (forced) to really be a girl. Slowly my hand moved to Jason's waistband and I began to carefully insert it under his pants, moving gradually to his awaiting symbol. I felt his sparse pubic hair and then found my hand wrapped around his pulsating shaft. Never before have I ever sexually touched another person. I always thought my first would be with a girlfriend but I knew that was not to be. My first encounter would be with my cousin Jason.
"Oh, that feels so good. Play with it, Danielle."
And so I did. I played with Jason's rod for what seemed to be an eternity. The more I played with it the more active he became. He occasionally slipped his hand under my skirt to caress my knee and thigh but most of the focus was on him. After a long time, I could feel his shaft almost tremble and I knew he was about to explode. He came in spurts, shooting his fluid into his shorts and pants. His sighs were loud and almost painful as he continued to climax into my hand. We sat there almost motionless for the next few minutes with my hand becoming sticky from his ejaculation.
After a few minutes, I removed my hand from inside his pants. "Ick. My hands are all sticky. I have to go wash them."
"No. Let me see."
I showed him my hand. Some parts were sticky but some parts were still wet with his cum. Once I removed my hands, I could smell his load. "You want to lick it?"
"No way." I shouted as I ran out to the bathroom to wash my hands. I washed them three or four times trying to get the entire episode out of my mind but it didn't work. I could still feel his cum on my hands. My nostrils were still filled with his scent. I felt dirty, scared and alone. In a way I think I truly felt like any young girl would after be made to do something that you didn't really want to do.
I knew my mom would be home soon so I wanted to clean up the dishes and stuff. Jason gave me a pat on my fanny when I bent over by him to pick up the plates and tray. "That was fun. Not bad at all for your first time. I think you have the makings of a good girlfriend. And we should have a few other times to practice some other stuff this week."
"We'll see. I want to clean this mess up and change back into my other clothes. I don't want mom to see me all dressed like this. She may figure something out."
Two days later, Jason told me to ask my mom if he and I could go to the movies. "This could be almost like a real date and Spiderman 2 is playing."
I didn't really want to go on a date but I did want to see the new Spiderman movie so I agreed. Naturally, mom was all excited to see that I wanted to go out and that Jason and I were getting along so well; if she only knew. Anyway, mom dropped us off at the movie house and agreed to pick us up a few hours later at the ice cream parlor. Jason made me wear one of my skirts but I didn't wear pantyhose since it was too warm.
Once we were in the theater Jason put his arm around me and had me sit close to him. We kissed a few times and I was praying he wouldn't make me do anything crazy in the theater. Fortunately, he didn't. We just kissed a little bit and every once in a while he would touch my leg with his hand. We had popcorn and the movie was really good. I actually enjoyed the show.
I was a little nervous going for ice cream but I figured none of my friends would know Jason so I felt a little safer. I didn't think anyone would recognize me if we were together.
After we finished we still had about half and hour or so before mom was due to pick us up. We walked to a small park right by the theater and sat on a bench. We talked a little and Jason kissed me a few more times. I actually found myself responding a little more willingly to his advances. I was surprised that I was reacting more like a real girl would. I really did feel like I was out on a date with a boy.
The next turning event with Jason happened that Thursday evening. Mikey was over his friends and mom and Aunt Alice had dinner plans. Jason gave me a wink that afternoon so I knew he expected me to role-play for him again. As soon as my aunt and mother left, I started dressing. I wore the same black mini skirt from the recital and a new hot pink top with my black sandals.
By now kissing Jason no longer repulsed me. I didn't like it but I didn't hate it. I guess I figured it was good practice for me when I started dating girls. I didn't feel like much of a boy during these times but I figured kissing a girl was practically the same thing. Even when he made me put my hand down his pants I tried to imagine that he didn't really have a thing there and that he was a girl.
Tonight he had me sit on his lap while we made out. It didn't take very long for me to feel him springing into action. I guess my kissing was pretty good. We kind of squired around the couch for a bit and then I found my hand being forced into his pants. As I continued to fondle him, he held my hand making me slow down. He then totally undid his pants, totally exposing himself. Even though I had the same piece of equipment the sight of it surprised me. I was even more surprised when he somehow made me fall off the couch. I was now half on the floor and half on the couch, almost in a kneeling position. Jason held me there as he sat up a little. My head was now fairly close to his penis. That's when he grabbed my head and forced me to move even closer. Having his thing so close to my face made it impossible for me to imagine that I was with some girl. No girl had one of those things.
"Jason, no. I don't want to do that." I screamed.
"Dani. Come on. Just do it. You're right there. Just open your mouth. This is easier than having all your friends know everything, isn't it?"
He kept a steady pressure on my head, slowly forcing me closer and closer. My lips were now touching the head of his throbbing shaft.
"Come on. You can do it. You can be a real girl tonight. Come on. Open your mouth for me."
"Jason, please don't make me do this. Please."
"Come on. You're right there. I don't want to tell all your friends about you so please don't make me. Just suck me like a good girl."
I hated myself at that moment. I closed my eyes but I found my mouth gradually opening to accept him. I couldn't believe I actually had my cousin's thing in my mouth. I didn't really know what to do so I just kind of stayed there letting Jason control the movements. Similarly to when I gave him a hand job, he began moving it around. A few times he pushed it in a little far making me gag. I found that feeling very uncomfortable but his hand on my head forced me to continue despite my gagging.
Gradually I opened my eyes. I could see my nicely manicured hands wrapped around his penis that was moving up and down. I could see a slight trace of my pink lipstick on his shaft. My hair was falling into my eyes and onto his groin. My hands, my hair and my lipstick all made me feel feminine. And what could be more feminine that blowing some guy. Jason was really getting into it now. His movements became deeper, more intense, more rapid. I was now breathing deeply through my nostrils to control my gag reflect. I tried to concentrate on his movements and time mine with his. This way I could at least control the depth of his thrusts a little better.
I could feel the coarseness of his pubic hairs on my lips as he continued moving. I think I felt one of his hairs in my mouth. I wanted to stop and take it out but Jason was making more moaning sounds now. They seemed much louder than before. I was afraid I was doing something wrong but then he started shouting, "Yeah, yeah. Oh, that feels so good. Yeah, baby, yeah."
So I guess you didn't really need much practice to please a guy. I shifted my position slightly to get more comfortable. Jason continued thrusting even as I shifted a bit. Once I was repositioned I could feel his penis contract a little and I knew he was close to coming. I didn't want him to come in my mouth but his hands were still on my head. His shaft was at least halfway in my mouth all the time. I couldn't do anything except continue sucking and moving in unison with him. Finally, I felt his penis spasm and my mouth filled with his sperm. I gagged slightly from both the fluid and the force of his final thrusts. I felt like I could hardly breathe so I forced myself to swallow his load.
His penis began to shrink instantly and he released my head. As I caught my breath, I slowly removed his penis from my mouth and just laid my head on his leg. I was exhausted. Even worse, I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to even look at Jason. I couldn't look at him. I should have just let him tell Karen and all my friends that I dressed as a girl. That may have been better than this. I never wanted to wear panties and girl's clothing. I never wanted to wear high heels and have makeup on my face. I never wanted to smell pretty or go to ballet class. And I certainly never wanted to kiss a boy or do the things I did with Jason.
Jason's breathing was now more relaxed. "Wow. That was something. Now I know why guys like it so much when a girl goes down on them. Are you sure you never did that before? How was it for you?"
How was it for me? Is he a nut? It was horrible. I didn't know if I should say that though. "Of course I never did that before. I wasn't too crazy about it as you can imagine. It made me gag. I felt like I couldn't breath but you didn't seem to worried."
"Well from where I was sitting it was all good. And you looked just like a girl doing it. I mean with your hair and clothes and everything I felt like you were a real girl going down on me for sure."
"I'm glad you think you have a girlfriend. I wish I did too but it seems I'm the one with a horny boyfriend. I'm glad you're getting so much dating experience."
"Hey, you're getting experience too."
"Not the kind I want. Going down on you isn't going to help me dating girls one bit. This isn't the kind of experience I want. I don't like sucking a guy's cock."
"True but at least you know what a girl feels when she's doing it. You'll know a lot about that. And you still look like a girl sitting there with your head lying on my lap. Did you get any stuff on my pants?"
"No. Your pants are ok. I was pretty careful. I guess I swallowed it." I said as I got up and sat next to him on the couch. He was right. I was acting just like a girl.
"You swallowed it?"
"Yes, I swallowed it. What do you think I did with it? I didn't know what else to do? I couldn't even move my head since you had such a hold on it plus I felt like I was going to chock if I didn't swallow it. I'm not too experienced at this stuff."
"Wow. Cool. So, what did it taste like?"
"Icky. That's what it tasted like. I didn't really think about it but I guess it was kind of gooey, slimy and thick. I couldn't believe you had me doing that. I feel like a fag." As I was speaking my voice cracked with emotion. I was flooding with visions of what I just did. My eyes welled up with tears.
"Well, if you were a real boy it would be kind of faggy but I'm not too sure of that. I mean I think you're more like a girl now. Just look at yourself. You're even crying like a girl now. I couldn't let a guy suck me off like that. Face it. You're a girl now."
Jason was right. A few months ago I was fielding balls, doing batting practice ands wearing a baseball uniform. I was getting plenty of exercise. Now the only bat and balls I was playing with were attached to my cousin. My new uniform didn't have cleats or a hat. No, it consisted of mini skirts with cute little tops, pantyhose and high heels. Besides ballet the only exercise I got this week was making out with my cousin, giving him a hand job and just now going down on him. Why didn't I say no. Well I did say no but not with any real meaning. I said no like a girl who really wanted it but couldn't or wouldn't admit it. I could have called his bluff. I could have told my mom what he was saying but I didn't do any of those things. I just let him have his way with me. I was afraid to say no. I guess all this time spent living as a girl was really having more of an impact on me than I imagined.
I was afraid to think of where it was all leading.
