With great hesitation, Blake found himself being dragged up to the guest bedroom in the large suburban house. "Liz... don't joke around." He said as his taller girlfriend pulled him along by the wrist. What she was saying was crazy, there was no way she thought he would allow her to dress him up like a girl to make Heather Mauro think she had a female friend staying over. Not only was it ridiculous that he would dress up as a girl, there was no way anyone would believe he was a girl.
"I'm not joking Blake. You chose to come here, and did so when I told you that you couldn't come."
"Yeah, but... ahh it wasn't like you sent me packing either." He replied knowing if she had then she would have been even more upset that she would have to pay for him to head home.
Getting him into the bedroom where she was staying Lizbeth let go of the young man's slim wrist, spinning around to glare at him. "Do not put that on me, you made a decision and ignored any type of consequences and I am not going to get fired because of you. I love you... you are my little king." Her voice started out with a bite to it, but softened as she stepped into her boyfriend's personal space, putting one hand on his chest and leaned in so their lips could meet briefly. "But I am not going to let your lackadaisy attitude and lies ruin my reputation." Liz continued in a soft voice. It would be easy if he could just head home or go to his friend's place, but she didn't have enough in her bank account to just rent a hotel room because he hadn't thought things through when he ignored her when she said he couldn't come over. That and the idea of putting him in a dress, brushing out his hair and putting makeup on him excited her a great deal.
"Liz... you know I don't like it when you call me that."
"Why? You are my king." She said with a bright smile.
"It isn't..." Blake let out a sigh, she wasn't clueless as to why he didn't like being called her little king, she was just teasing him. "I can see how excited you are, and I'm going to tell you the same thing I told you last year when you wanted to do a youtube video for putting makeup on your boyfriend. No, not going to happen. I can... I don't know sleep in one of their cars in the garage."
Lizabeth shook her head. "That wouldn't work, what if you made a noise, or when they needed a car they have a fifty percent chance of taking the one you are in and that is if they don't just see you in it. Heck... Blake there isn't a bathroom in the garage."
"Yeah but..." Blake hesitated as he looked into the eyes of the girl he loved. He wasn't sure what to say, where to go except back home. There he wouldn't have his own room and he would run the risk of his parents calling his friends' parents to see what changed. "I can just go home, I will more than likely get grounded." As he said it he felt his girlfriend's delicate fingers wrap around his own as she took both of his hands into her own.
"You do not have to get in trouble, how about you just let me try. Let me show you that you could pass as a girl. If you don't think Mrs. Maruo will buy it then no harm done. In fact... if you let me try and I mean put in a real effort, with you not fighting me then I will rent you a hotel room if this will not work."
Blake did not want to put on a dress or anything girly, but letting the girl he loved have some fun and then rent him a room for the night didn't sound so bad. Down right good when he thought about her staying over, it wasn't like the house needed watching when the family came home after all. It would be like their prom night all over again, though the dynamic of who was paying would change, not that it mattered. "Okay, only on one condition."
"Yeah!?" Lizbeth said practically bouncing on her feet at the idea he was going to let her dress him up.
"You cannot tell anyone, I mean ever." Blake said seriously, believing one of two things would happen if his parents found out. They would kick him out and no longer pay for his college or his mom would want to participate too in order to have a daughter, even a pretend one around.
"Deal!" She said with a megawatt smile on her face as she went and dug through her bag pulling out a black piece of lacy fabric and then rushing off to the closet.
Practically slapping his hand over his face Blake groaned when he saw how excited his girlfriend was, she was practically vibrating as she darted about the room grabbing one thing then another and then the next and then going back to a spot she had already been too excited to think through where was what. When his focus returned to the room it had been because something had hit him in the face. Pulling it free he looked down at the black lace boyshort panties in his hand. "Panties Liz? I don't need to wear..." His words got caught in his throat as he saw the pretty blonde holding a pink disposable razor in her right hand and a hanger with the left. The hanger was not so much the problem, it was the black and pink plaid skater dress on it.
Hearing the disapproval in his voice Liz shook her head just once, her smile not fading in the slightest. "No complaining and no fighting me. Put your panties on and then you can go shave... after you get to wear this dress. It will look so cute on you!"
"My panties?" He asked, seeing her nod. "Liz... baby, I can just wear my boxers and if I wear pants I don't need to shave."
"Nope, we need to sell that you are a girl and because you are a boy pretending to be a girl we need to go over the top. That and I didn't bring any pants, so not an option, we are just lucky that we are close enough in size to share. I love the idea of sharing a wardrobe with you, oh gosh you are going to be adorable!"
Groaning Blake just held up the panties, about to tell her no way when she spoke first. "A single slip up and everyone will see the boy underwear and a girly girl like you Blake... no you wouldn't be caught dead in boy clothes." She said cackling, snatching the panties from his hand and tossing them back at his face.
It wasn't long before Blake found himself shuffled off to the bathroom, his clothes, all of them being taken away. The embarrassed young man had closed his eyes as he slid the lace boyshorts up his legs, not wanting to even watch what he was willingly doing, but when the soft material slid across his manhood his eyes snapped open. Blake felt his dick twitch and start to grow with excitement at the soft caress of the girls underwear. Feeling a heat come to his cheeks from both shame and arousal, Blake took a deep breath. 'I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay!' He repeated to himself not wanting to admit how much he was enjoying wearing his girlfriend's panties. 'Think of baseball, think of baseball.' When no stats or names of players came to mind Blake silently cursed, deciding to instead try focusing on his task. Turning the water on in the tub he started to read the instructions on what he was given. One was a bottle of nair that he was to use first, then a can of feminine shaving cream and finally a bottle of rose and cream scented lotion. With a great sigh he started to rub the nair over his body, he needed to not only get rid of the hair on his legs, but also the little he had on his chest and armpits.
"You okay in there?" Blake heard the soft voice of his girlfriend as she knocked on the door. He wasn't okay, the nair had left his body feeling like it was burning and because he had turned the water on before he let the nair set on his body the water had been cold by the time he got in and that was before he had to go over his body again with the stupid pink razor. He was only wearing a single article of girls clothing and already he regretted agreeing to her crazy idea.
"I'm fine... just about to use the lotion!" He yelled out louder than he needed or intended.
"Oh good!" Lizbeth said, opening the door without asking.
With her in the bathroom he felt himself more exposed than he had when he was naked in front of her. The last time that happened they were about to have sex and now... now his body was more naked than it had been since he was a child. Sure he was wearing underwear, but the lace boyshorts felt hardly there and he really didn't want to touch them and remind his lower brain of the soft material caressing and cradling his manhood. All of that was a lot for him to deal with and that was before the woman he loved made him get back into the shower so he could wash his hair with scented shampoo and then conditioner. She had brushed it out, literally counting as she did and admonished him for not taking better care of it.
That wasn't even half of it, she had taken a pink nail polish... the girliest of colors soon coated his nails, but that wasn't until after she helped him make them just right according to her. "Blake, you really should take better care of your nails, we are going to buff them out, trim them and push back your cuticles. With the cuticles pushed back it gave the illusion that nis nails were longer and with them painted pink there would be no doubt of his intentions or what people would believe his intentions would be when seeing him pretending to be a girl. "Please tell me we are almost done Liz?" He asked hoping they could be done soon so he could remove the pink from his fingers and put back on his own underwear before something worse happened like his dick getting hard again in the panties and Liz seeing it.
"Almost done? We have so much more we need to do, in fact... hold on I will be right back."
He always paid attention when Liz walked away, he loved the sight of her rear moving and because he wasn't shy about it the wonderful young woman always put a little extra wiggle in it for him, but now he was too distracted. Instead he was looking down at his feet on the tiled floor, wiggling his toes, watching the light of the room glint off the pink painted nails. When Liz had returned she held a black bra with a lacy design on it in one hand. "Time for my little king to become a big girl."
"Liz, I'm not a big girl." His retort only made her giggle.
"Don't worry Blake I'm sure the boob fairy will visit you soon and you can have a bust like me." She said touching her own chest with one hand. "B cup isn't that big, but who knows maybe you will take after your Mom. What is she D? Double D?"
"Please don't..." Red faced once again Blake found himself looking away from his girlfriend, so embarrassed he didn't even want to meet her gaze.
"Come on, hands up and then we can put your bra on and then get to the real fun!"
"Real fun?" Blake looked up in time to catch the absolute glee on the girl's face.
"Oh yes, makeup! Primer, foundation, concealer, blusher, mascara... all sorts of things to play with! We have to find just the right look for you, girl friend!"
He had sat there letting the down right hyper girl touch his face with one brush and then a next, he tried to zone out but she kept explaining what she was doing every step of the way and twice used some wipes before starting completely over. He tried telling her that he didn't care, that he didn't need to know what she was doing and to just hurry up so it could be taken off, but he had only gotten a few words out before she told him to hush or she would have to start over again. That had shut him up, but hadn't stopped his mind from whirling. The straps of the bra pulled against his skin and then she had covered it with a lace mesh pattern blouse that felt just about see through. He could literally see the bra through the shirt, the thing hardly existed, but it had been at least partially covered by the black and pink plaid skater dress. The dress technically covered more of his body, but with it only coming half way down his thighs he still felt incredibly exposed.
The feminized man watched his girlfriend hold out a pair of girly looking flats, the type that had fake straps and tiny buckles on the front that did nothing with a contemplative look on her face. "I think I have a choker necklace that would be perfect for this outfit. Hmmm, wish I had some clip-on earrings or even better time to go get them pierced."
"I am not getting my ears pierced, this has gone on long enough. Let me see what I look like. Then we can both get a laugh about looking like a clown and then we can move on." He didn't feel too comfortable with the considering look she gave him, not that he felt comfortable in the clothes at all. They were too soft or two restrictive and his face felt heavy, the heavens knew his eyes had too much on them with how weird it was to actually see his own eyelashes. Still it wasn't until he had been fully dressed that Liz let him see exactly what she had done to him.
Back in the guest bedroom his mouth fell open seeing his reflection. It didn't seem real, the person in the mirror, the girl... It couldn't be him! In the mirror he saw a girl checking herself out, her soft brown eyes that had fluttering dark lashes roaming over herself. Her dark brown hair looked soft as it practically floated above her shoulders, the work of the few clips from the scissors Liz had used being evident now as the girl had no split ends and then there was her eyebrows! Sure Liz had done something with a brush or pencil or something on them and they weren't tiny thin things like her own, but they were arched and definitely screamed girl. Not that any part of the girl's face in the mirror didn't say the same, even her lips looked different than his own, not just because of the pink color but the plumper thing that Liz had mentioned had done a lot for them. The contouring or whatever that was on him, made his face... made this girl's face seem thinner and...younger.
"So tell me Blake do you think you look like a clown?"
He heard her voice, but it hardly registered as he continued to stare in the mirror at the girl. She was small in the chest, but it definitely looked like she had breasts when he knew he had none. He also didn't exactly have girlish hips, but the way the dress was made had given the illusion of just that and his now hairless legs looked incredibly feminine coming out from the short dress before they ended in the girly ballerina type flats. "How did you do all this?" Blake said, turning away from the mirror, astonishment clear on his face.
Standing off to the side Lizbeth had her phone out, she was recording her boyfriend's reaction to what she had done. It was beyond her expectations, not only had she made her boyfriend look like a female, she along the way had taken years off his appearance. It was all him, he always had a bit of a baby face and now that he was smooth and with the right makeup he looked like he could be a sixteen or even a fifteen year old girl. As he turned, she changed the recording to take a few still shots, capturing Blake's expression of astonishment, it looked like he was very much happy with what had been done.
"Wait! NO! LIZ! YOU CAN'T TAKE PHOTOS OF ME LIKE THIS!" He cried out about stepping in her direction to snatch the phone, but the very idea of the photos getting out hit him like a brick, stopping him in his tracks. "You can't tell anyone I dressed up like a girl. What will people think?" Blake's voice was much closer to a whisper, down in magnitude from how he was just yelling.
"I'm not going to tell anyone I dressed my boyfriend up like a girl and he loved it."
"I do not!" He said a bit of the force coming back to his voice as he balled his hands into fists.
Waving her phone in the air Lizbeth giggled. "You sure looked like you did in the photos, but again. I'm not going to tell anyone, but the girl is right. You look much more like a teen girl than one of my girl friends. So the only thing people will think when they see you is how cute of a girl you are." Lizbeth's eyes opened wide as an idea struck her. "Oh my..." She stopped not wanting to sound like some brain dead valley girl. "That is perfect." She said to herself.
Blake shook his head, he wanted to change, he wanted to wipe the makeup off his face and he wanted to deny he would pass as a female, but he couldn't do it and because he couldn't deny that, nothing else was going to come off. "None of this is perfect or close to it. Liz... could we please get a hotel? Just umm... think of the fun we could have there."
Stepping closer, Lizbeth put her hand on her feminized boyfriend's shoulder. "My idea is perfect and we don't need the hotel. See when Mrs. Mauro comes home with one of her sons, they are going to be introduced to Blake, the teen girl I am babysitting. I'm both house sitting and babysitting this summer!"
"Noooo" Blake dragged out the word in a soft voice, her saying out loud what he had seen, how he looked making him feel smaller.
"Oh yes, my little king gets to be my little princess... for at least a day!"