I didn’t know it could be like this. By Symphony Simms

I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 9.

Lauren dresses Sophia in Miranda's clothes.

We were alone in Miranda’s house. I was alone in Miranda’s house only yesterday but that seemed like half a lifetime away. So much had happened since then. I tried to think of the best thing to do to start the evening off on the right foot, so I decided that I should kiss Lauren.

She was standing at the top of the stairs looking every inch the picture of young beauty that I had always known her to be, only now without her glasses, she looked like she really needed to be kissed.

She turned to me and began to flash her sparkling green eyes at me. She bent one knee in toward the other and placed her hands on her hips and looked at me like she was saying ‘wouldn’t you like to know what I’m thinking’.

I took her right hand and brought it up to my lips where I kissed on the palm. I pretended it was her lips so I closed my eyes and launched myself into it, even using my tongue. She shivered but she did not pull away. I tried to pull her closer to me but she turned around, grabbing my hand and dragged me skipping toward the bathroom.

“You will shower, condition, scrub and feminize every inch of your pretty body young lady, for it is not me who will model all of the clothes for you, but you who will model them for me.” And she pushed me into the bathroom and closed the door but then she opened it again.

“Do not lock it,” she said, “as I will bring you some undergarments to put on before you can come into the bedroom to dress.”

I just decided to do as I was told. There was no way I was going to argue with that instruction. I showered and washed and conditioned my hair with the products that Miranda had left their. They were made by Revlon and were so sweet and sensual and feminine smelling that no self respecting man would normally ever use them, but they where just what I needed.

I then scrubbed with skin defoliant leaving myself all tingly clean all over. I even scrubbed my nails before I got out of the shower. Lauren was waiting for me with a towel. She looked away while I stepped out to save my modesty.

“I have brought you some different panties to try on,” she said. “I consider them to be on the tight side but that is what I expect that you need, with you having extra parts that a girl wouldn’t normally have, but we have to ensure all of your parts are under control. I also have brought you a panty liner so you can keep yourself sanitary down there.”

I finished drying myself and tried on the first pair of panties, which were pink and see through. They were also very tight and would cut the circulation off to my legs if I wore them for long. The second pair were white and made from a light spandex type material that was much better for me.

I could imagine these protecting me all night without problems. They were not a sexy as the first pair but a compromise was in order to ensure security. They were low at the front but high at the back so my stomach was partially exposed. They were definitely better than using full control panties. I added the panty liner and put them back on ensuring that all my naughty bits would remain in place and unspoiled.

Lauren returned to the bathroom and the sight I saw when I turned around totally shocked me. Lauren was wearing a full length white corset making her already slim waist tiny and her tits looked like they had grown two sizes and were overflowing the top of her bra.

She looked gorgeous, but what was equally astounding to me was that she was holding her hands out towards me and in her hands was a large pair of tits.

“These are for you,” she said through her beaming smile. She could not be enjoying this any better.

“Wow,” I said out loud. “Aren’t they too big for me?”

“Not at all,” she said. “These are a ‘C’ cup. Totally in line with a woman your size. I am wearing enhancers that turn me into a small ‘C’ cup too. They might feel a little heavy when you put them on, but you will find you get used to them very quickly.”

“They will change your outlook on life I can assure you and you will love it. I can’t believe that Miranda has such an amazing range of breast enhancers and breast forms. I have no idea what she needs them all for. It must be something to do with her modeling work.”

I had been able to control my urges to that point but at that moment I felt an added weight inside my panties as blood rushed to my penis, but the elasticity within the panties held firm and I felt confident there would be no accidents.

Lauren placed the tits into my hands. I guess I should be calling the breast forms but tits sounds so much more exciting because I am still a 15 year old boy. They did have a considerable weight to them. I mean they would not break my foot if I dropped them. I thought about when my Mom asked me to get a pound of butter from the fridge, they were a little heavier than that. I couldn’t wait to feel them against my skin, but when I held them to me they were a little cool. Lauren noticed my disappointment.

“They will warm to your body remember. Just like this morning. Now I am going to apply some temporary glue on the back where they will contact your skin. It will wash off later but this is going to show you how if feels.”

She applied the glue sparingly to one of them then carefully placed the breast to my chest, being careful to line up the nipples. She held it in place for a couple of seconds then let go.

I could instantly feel the weight pulling down on my skin. I twisted myself suddenly to one side just a little to see if it wobbled like a real breast. It did.

“OK now the other,” said Lauren. Again she placed, then held and let go of my breast. Two matching beauties stood out in front of me. They were beautiful. I moved over to see myself in the mirror and apart from the subtle change in color, they looked real. What I saw in the mirror looked positively female and I had hardly started getting ready. I was beside myself with joy. I knew tonight was going to be something very special.

Next we applied a primer then to my face and chest. Lauren also got me to continue down over my new additions so it would partially, but not completely disguise the join.

“This is Miranda’s make up,” said Lauren. “I think this is a professional brand that has better coverage than mine or Moms. I think you will be very pleased with the results.”

Looking down on my breast I could see the join because I knew where it was, but looking in the mirror across the hall there was no step, just my skin extending out to my nipples a couple of inches from where they used to be and the nipples were larger.

After ensuring complete and even coverage with the primer, a layer of foundation was added. Lauren had me wash my hands then she led me into Miranda’s bedroom the straight into the closet.

“We are going to find you a corset like mine,” she said. “There are so many here we are bound to find one that fits you perfectly. We are looking for a 34C so see what we can find.”

I looked and found two that were 34C corsets that I really wanted to feel one against my skin. One was white and made of a stretchy material with a little boning at the front. The other was black and seemed to have lots of boning. I placed a black one against me. It was covered in what I presume to be silk all over with tiny lace trim around the edges. It felt wonderful and form fitting against my front, covering the lower part of my breast and reaching to a couple of inches below my navel.”

That looks like a good fit,” said Lauren. “Turn around and I will fasten it for you.”

I was assuming that fasteners at the back would just clip in place and I would be done, but I was very wrong. Lauren fastened the top couple of fasteners easily, but then she fastened the laces and pulled to bring my figure in at the waist before she could fasten the lower fasteners.

It took quite some time for her to push and pull me so that the laces could tighten and the fasteners could be closed all the way down. I was quite breathless when she had finished but I felt and immediate difference in my posture, and when I looked down at my breast they stood out like beacons. I ran my hands down the soft silk of the corset and felt the phenomenal difference in my shape. I went in at the waist and smoothly out again to the hips, obviously helped be the boning in the corset and the tightness of the material.

“Can I look,” I said.

“Let’s just try this first,” she said. She took one of the long haired wavy blond wigs from its stand and showed me how to put it on by bending down till my head was as low as possible, which was not easy now that I could not bend much at the waist.

Placing my head in the wig so that none of the hair gets inside before standing up and ensuring that everything was in place. I stood up and the soft and delicious hair fell about my shoulders and back giving me the most heavenly sensation. Lauren then helped me put on a pair of high heeled black pumps of about 4” high before leading me out to look in the mirror so I could take a look.

‘“Oh my god,’ I said to my self as I stepped in front of the mirror. 110% percent woman is all I could see as me knees buckled and I had to hold onto Lauren for support. The big hair stood on top of everything almost obscuring my face but those tits held in that black bra of the corset stood out like headlights at night.

The black corset gave that heavenly shaped woman in front of me the most beautiful transition from chest to narrow waist and back out to those sensational hips. OK the white panties did not quite go but the shape from stomach down into the pelvic area was very sexy, and those long skinny but shapely legs looked phenomenal in those heels. There wasn’t a man alive who wouldn’t believe that he was looking at a high priestess of female strippers half way through her routine.

My penis felt like it was bursting to get out of its prison and it felt like every fiber of my panty liner was massaging me and sending little jolts of electricity throughout my pelvic area. A wetness developed between my legs, but I did not let go. The sensations I felt were incredible but I refused to let them take me over the top. I fought to gain control of my emotions.

“We are not done yet,” said Lauren. “Pull yourself together girl we have a long way to go before you leave this room and give me a fashion show by the pool.”

I kept holding on to Lauren as she led me to the chair in front of Miranda’s dressing table and I sat down. I had trouble composing myself so I placed my hands on my knees and looked down towards my feet. Soft blond hair fell around my face as I could see cleavage and tits surrounded by layers of lace and silk. Looking past my knees I could see the straps of my shoes as they wrapped around my feet and ankles.

Lauren hugged my head to her waist. I was breathing heavily and the stress of seeing myself as such an unequivocally sexy creature was subsiding and the shock waves were less intense, but the difference between what I was 3 days ago and what I had seen just now were astonishing.

Until recently I thought I was just an ordinary boy. I didn’t know it could be like this.

It took a while, and Lauren was very patient with me till I finally snapped out of my trance. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes and lifted my head.

“Are you alright,” said Lauren. “I thought I was going to lose you for a minute. What was going on inside your head for the last few moments.”

“It was a shock,” I said. “Seeing that woman in the black corset was unbelievable. I couldn’t believe it was me, but I knew that it was. I just couldn’t reconcile the truth about me being a boy with the reality of something so feminine front of me and the woman I could feel when I looked downwards or touched myself.”

“Are your pants wet,” said Lauren, not knowing weather I would be upset by her question or not.

“No I am only a little damp, but thanks for asking. The event was partially sexual but mostly sensual in the way it affected me. It was a reality shock, seeing myself looking oh so sexy just didn’t fit with the way I saw myself, but I think I am over it now. I used to be an ordinary boy but I morphed into a butterfly.”

“So why are you so shocked tonight when this morning you were not.”

“I was shocked this morning believe me, but I think it is magnitude of the change. This morning we both looked something like how you normally look, a pretty young teenager, but what you just showed me. That the woman in the mirror looks so much older and mature, like she could teach me a thing or two. That image belongs to a woman in her twenties.”

“Well we are now going to try to complete that look my darling Sophia and then we are going to get you into some of those fabulous dresses.”

I just couldn’t wait. Lauren stated working on my hair to settle it down a little. She quickly had it under control with a few sweeps of the hairbrush. She told me It was a beautiful classic blond style parted in the middle with big waves down turning in and under just below my shoulders. In that wig I didn’t need makeup to look sexy. But before she did my makeup, she tied my hair back a little so it wouldn’t get in the way.

“I am going to go a little bit overboard with your eye makeup because models always wear lots of makeup, and that is what you are going to be tonight, a fashion model, only with bigger breasts. Regular young fashion models are all flat chested, but we know real men don’t go for flat chested women don’t we Sophie?” Lauren said as she worked on my face.

She lined in my eyebrows and added lots of mascara then began adding lots of black eye shadow over and outside of my eyes working with a little sponge to smooth out the darkness and allow it to fade into the other shades. Then she added a pale gray color above my eyes but below the eyebrows and blended the colors together so they transitioned evenly. It was very striking. Lauren had arranged our seats so I could see more of what she was doing and she was also describing every step as she went along so I could learn how to do it myself.

A little blush on the cheeks, smoothed out with a brush ensuring that both sides were equal. Then it was my job to do my lips. Lauren gave me a lip liner and lipstick in a very pale pink, unlike what I would have chosen, but it was very effective with my now pale golden blonde hair. After the lipstick I put lip-gloss over everything making my lips shine like glass. It was unbelievably sexy knowing that it was me looking like that, exactly like a model from a girl’s magazine.

“I wish you had pierced ears Sophie,” said Lauren. “You would look so good with a set of long dangling earrings right now. You will just have to use these little pearl clip-ons till we get you some of your own. You know that Miranda has everything that you need to make you into the most fabulous looking girl, but I have no idea why she has all of this stuff that she just doesn’t need. Why would Miranda have a tray of clip on earrings here on top of her dressing table when everyone I know that would come in here has pierced ears? Even Robert has pierced ears.”

“I didn’t notice that Robert’s ears were pierced,” I said, “but he is a model. I bet all male models get their ears pierced.”

“That’s OK I guess, but why does Miranda have clip on earrings on her dressing table? I am going to ask her later because I just can’t figure that one out.”

“I don’t care,” I said, “I am just glad she does, because no self respecting girl ever goes to a fashion show without her earrings. It just wouldn’t be right.”

“Now for a little nail polish. You won’t look right without it, but just remember to take it off later.

“Everything has to come off one time or another darling,” I said trying one of my girly pouts on Lauren.

“You are such a sissy!” Lauren said to me. “And you are such a natural looking girl, I don’t know how you got this far without realizing it.”

“I may be a late starter,” I said, “but I feel like I am making up for it today. First in your clothes and now in Miranda’s. I must have died and gone to sissy heaven.”

“Sophie darling. Next time you find a dictionary look up the word epicurean for me. I really think it suits you. Now let’s get your hair fixed and get you into one of those wonderful dresses.”

I stood up and looked at myself in the dresser mirror. The effect was striking. A partially dressed model was standing in front of me. Long legs, killer slim body inside a black corset with a tiny waist, big bazooka breasts, fantastic face and knockout blonde hair. It felt fabulous.

A wave of pleasure drifted through my lower body and back out again making me shiver all over. I wanted to put my hand between my legs and grab myself, but I didn’t want to spoil the view. The girl in the mirror wouldn’t have grabbed herself so neither should I.

Lauren grabbed my hand and led me into Miranda’s closet. “Can I wear some stockings,” I said to Lauren.

“Of course you can Sophie, I forgot that you liked them. I like to go without stockings as much as I can, but of course you can wear them.”

We looked in the stocking draws at the far end of the closet and Lauren pulled out a pair of dark tan stockings with a pattern around the top.

“Stay-ups,” she said. “You can wear these without a suspender belt. I am sure you will love them.”

I sat down on the stool, removed my black pumps and started to put the stockings on. They were fabulously silky and waves of pleasure ran up my legs as I pulled them ever so carefully into position one by one, a little at a time being careful not to damage the delicate silky material.

They were the perfect size to reach just an inch or two below crotch level. I could feel the clingy silicone material holding fast to my legs so the stockings would not fall down. I ran my hands up and down the inside and outside of my legs just to give myself an extra set of pleasure shivers.

“OK let’s find some dresses to wear,” said Lauren. I am going to try this silver one and you should try this bright red one.”

She held this little piece of cloth against me. There was hardly anything of it except for the chest area where it was shaped and stiffened. It was a wonderful vibrant color. Lauren took it from the hanger, pulled the back zipper down and readied it for me to put on.

I stepped into the dress and it stretched enough to go over my hips. I turned around so Lauren could zip me up. Up went the zip and the dress locked me into position. It was a perfect fit. The dress went just above the corset line and fit neatly under the breasts, fitting snugly around the lower chest and waist level and loosening just a little at the hips and stopped mid thigh.

The cut of the dress arched over each breast and dipped in the middle showing a little cleavage that had been created by the corset. There were no shoulder straps leaving my shoulders and arms totally exposed. The stiffened form of the dress and the way it fitted so neatly held everything in place.

Lauren then tried her dress. It was all silver sequins low cut at the front with narrow shoulder straps. Her beautifully enhanced cleavage was available for viewing as the dress gracefully dipped in the right place. She turned around and I zipped her up. The dress was acutely form fitting but just that little bit loose to allow it to move swing and sway as Lauren walked, the hem finished a couple of inches above her exquisite knees.

We easily found shoes to match our outfits and Lauren put her own silver shoes on that were all straps around the foot and ankle, but I needed Lauren’s help to put my shoes on because my corset would not allow me to bend very far. Lauren chose for me a bright red pair of pumps with a single ankle strap that she had to fasten.

“Out of the closet Sophie, let’s take a look at you,” said Lauren as she walked out of the closet in front of me.

She was a vision of beauty all on her own, but she looked so much more mature than she had earlier in the day. She was posing for me as she waited for my presence in the bedroom.

I walked out of the closet carefully with my head held high. Models do not walk with their heads down and that is what I felt like right now. I stood beside Lauren and marveled at the sight. The two creatures before me were all woman if ever I saw it, but there was something missing.

“Jewelry,” I said to Lauren.

“Jewelry. Sophie, how perceptive of you. We just don’t sparkle enough yet do we?” said Lauren reaching for the middle draw of Miranda’s dressing table.

There before us was a fantastic arrangement of bangles of all shapes sizes and colors. “I think this is all costume jewelry or less expensive jewelry at least. Miranda told me that she has always been concerned with security so I always imagined her having a safe to keep the expensive stuff in.”

“Pick what you need but as with everything we need to remember where this all was so we can put it back. We have an excuse to move the clothes and shoes around but everything else should go back where we found it.”

I chose a long gold bracelet for my left wrist, a group of about ten gold colored bangles for my right wrist and a multiple string of pearls for around my neck. I also found a couple of big sparkling diamond like rings that fit my smallest fingers. I have never worn jewelry before and it really did make me feel special and tingly all over.

Every part of me was overloading with sensation at this moment. I was looking at myself in Miranda’s dressing table mirror and marveling at the site of this fantastic woman in red before me. She was like something you expect to see on a TV game show introducing the prizes. I considered everything that had happened to me today and felt grateful.

“Lauren,” I said. She finished adding her own beautiful silver and green jewelry looked at me, placing her both arms on one of mine.

“What is it darling Sophia.”

“I honestly never believed I could ever feel this good and look so wonderful. I owe it all to you. Thank you for everything Lauren,” I said.

I moved towards her to try to kiss her on the mouth, but before I could reach her mouth our breasts touched and held us apart. I couldn’t believe it could feel this sexy. Two sets of 36C tits being held out front by our corsets at exactly the same height opposing each other took up quite a bit of room.

I had to adjust my position and I try again. This time I got my lips to Lauren’s but the sensation of our breasts compressing between us as we held each other tight was unbelievable. I felt another wave of pleasure sweep through my loins and into my penis and my panties became instantly wetter than before.

I shivered and shook and pushed my stomach into Lauren’s for support where held on to feel the moment pass with both of my hands holding Lauren’s hips so she could not move. It took a few more seconds and a couple more shudders before the moment passed.

“Did you just let go in your panties?” said Lauren.

How could I lie? It must have been obvious. I nodded my head, closed my eyes for a moment and laid my head against her breast. I felt a little ashamed for creaming my panties again. Twice in one day and both times I was holding onto Lauren for dear life.

What I found most amazing was that she didn’t mind and she was even encouraging me. Before I arrived at her door this morning I was her young boyfriend who had never really kissed anyone before. Now I was this sexy he/she who was dressing up like a girl and creaming her pants every time she tried on a new dress and I couldn’t feel happier.

It was at that moment that my thoughts changed to what Robert had said. Was I soon going to change into a man? Was my Adams apple going to pop up, my chin and my shoulders all going to grow so that I could not wear pretty clothes again? Would I start growing hair all over my face and body? If that happened I would never again be able to look like this or feel like this. I started to cry.

“Goodness gracious sweet little Sophie. What has come over you? I thought this would make you so happy. What on earth could bring you to tears at a time like this?”

“It was what Robert said in the pool,” I said. “He reminded me that I was a boy and soon I would grow into a man with a big chin, an Adam’s apple, hair on my chin and other stuff. I don’t want to be like the other boys. I want to be like this.”

More tears started falling and I felt like there was no way out. I was stuck as a boy and no amount of wishing was going to help me. There would come a time soon when I would change and there was nothing anybody could do about it. I felt miserable and inconsolable. “Just when I find something that makes me as happy as I could ever wish to be, I am told that I can’t stay like this.”

“Please don’t be like this Sophie. We were having so much fun. I doubt that you will get as big and hairy as most other boys.”

“I will Lauren,” I continued. “My dad told me that he was small when he was my age but he said he grew like a weed when he got to sixteen. Look at him now. He has big shoulders and a dark shadow on his chin. He could never wear a dress like I want to.”

“But who is to say Sophie. You may turn out more like your Mom. She is very petite.”

“Oh I might turn out like Mom sure, but I will more likely turn out like my Dad. I could never look like that and wear dresses. I will be miserable for the rest of my life.”

“OK Sophie. Its about now I feel like calling you a silly sissyboy, but I guess I already used that line. Just stop driveling. Sit and listen to me for a minute because you might hear something that gives you some hope.”

Lauren said using her ‘I’m in control so you better listen’ voice.

“There is another thing that most boys miss out on. You probably never heard the lecture that most women get about hormones and birth control pills.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” I said believing that nobody could help me.

“OK let me explain it this way. You know that boys turn into boys when they get to puberty because their bodies start producing massive amounts of testosterone, right?”

“Yes,” I said.

“And you know that female birth control pills work because they regulate and increase the amount of estrogen in a woman’s body.”

“So,” I said. “I have no idea where you are going with this.”

‘Well my mom said that if a man were to take birth control pills it would block his testosterone and he would become more feminine.”

I think I was beginning to see a light at the end of the tunnel. “How much more feminine?” I asked.

“I am not sure, but she did say that most men grow breasts.”

There it was. I had some hope to hang on to. Maybe I could grow breasts and people would think I was a girl.

“What else. What other things happen?”

“I’m not sure,” said Lauren. “But I think we could find something on the net.”

I grabbed Lauren’s hand and we took off for Robert’s study. He said I could use his computer last time I was there. There was a clattering and clicking of high heels against the hardwood floors of the hallway for just a moment until we realized that April was asleep in her room. We quietly checked on her and seeing that she was still fast asleep backed out of the room then walked sensibly down the stairway, through the great room and into Robert’s study.

This room was decidedly masculine compared the other rooms in the house. Mostly black leather, dark wood and silver decorations separated by numerous mirrors that only served to magnify the dark complexion of the room.

Dressed as we were Lauren and I felt like unwelcome intruders in this mans world. I could see two sexily dressed women crossing the room through the mirrors on the walls, but I was not interested in that right now. I touched the keyboard and the fifty-inch screen in front of me came to life.

“Google effect of female hormones on boys,” said Lauren so I entered the text and pressed enter.

The very first sites we found started to explain the benefits of female hormones on a transsexual girl, a title that from that moment on I suddenly believed I deserved. I was not a sissy, I was a transsexual girl. It was obvious. I read and read for about twenty minutes till I understood what I was and understood the urgency of my situation.

I needed to get on hormones fast because any chance I had at being or to be more correct staying a beautiful girl were being eroded by the horrid and vicious male hormones that were attacking my system right now. While I was reading all this Lauren was sitting next to me and reading along with me. We got to the bottom of the second page and I closed the page.

“So what do you think?” said Lauren.

“Do you take your birth control pills?” I asked.

“No. As a matter of fact I have 3 months supply in my dresser untouched.”

“So does that mean that you are going to help me?”

“Help you what?” said Lauren.

“Help me become a girl.”