I didn’t know it could be like this. A story by Symphony Simms
I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 4.
“Where should we start?”

“I don’t know” I said.
Lauren’s room was a beautiful bright room that faced toward the back of the house, with a tall peaked gable end window overlooking the back garden. I could see nothing but trees from this point of view.

Lauren’s room had a carpeted floor, in contrast to the hallways which were hardwood floors that made lots of noise as people walked on them. Her room had lots of painted pink and white trim, with wood furniture set off by pastel pale blue walls with large pink flowered stencils at various strategic places.

There were pale pink lace trimmed curtains each side of the window with huge pink ribbons on them. I had often been inside Laurens room before, but until now it had just been a silly girl’s room.

“Have you had a shower today?” Lauren asked.

“No” I said.

“OK, then you will have to take a shower. I am not letting you wear any of my pretty clothes without being as clean and sweet smelling can you can be. Take off your shirt,” she instructed.
I took off my shirt and held it on my lap allowing me to cover my erection. She inspected me with her hands then lifted one of my arms up.

“You have very little hair which is good and nothing at all on your face, but nice girls don’t have under arm hair so you will have to shave it. Now get in the shower and get yourself clean and hair free. Shampoo and condition your hair. I think we are both going to enjoy this.” said Lauren with a rye smile on her face.

I showered and shaved under my arms then got out of the shower. There was a big bath towel and a pair of the most beautiful soft silky pink and multi colored girls panties waiting for me when I got out. I picked up the towel and started to dry myself.

“Get dried and put those on then I will come and help you with the next steps.” said Lauren through the partially open door.

I had to concentrate on something horrible to make my boy bits go down so I could push them between my legs. I thought of a dying snapping turtle I had pushed out of the road the other day after it had been run down by a truck. Its guts were leaking all over the road. My boy bits shrank to nothing in an instant.

I pushed my boy bits underneath me and held them with my legs as I stepped into the panties. They felt sensational going on and they were tight enough for now to keep my boy bits in check, but I was not sure they would stay that way.

When I was done, Lauren came walking into the bathroom in just her bra and panties. She stood in front of me holding out some deodorant and talc. She had a pretty girly figure with a slim waist and curves in all of the right places.

She had on a wonderfully sexy white lacy demi bra that lifted and separated her little tits. She had matching panties on and she smelled wonderful. I noticed she had added some dramatic make up on while I was showering and she looked older and quite stunning.

She was of course skinny with probable not much more than an A cup but she was definitely girl shaped and not just a kid any more. The shape of her stomach as it flowed down into her panties was exquisite. Her hips looked wider than I remembered and her stomach flatter.

There was a distinct gap between her legs at the top that I had never noticed before, reminding me that this little girl that I grew up with had become a woman right before my eyes and I hadn’t noticed. She saw me looking.

“Well?” she said. “After a look like that I deserve some feedback!”

“I have never noticed until this moment just how grown up you have become.” I said softly holding her hand. “You are beautiful.”

“Wow that’s a beautiful complement that will get you brownie points without end. But so are you Mitch, and when I have finished with you, you will be just as beautiful as me. You are going to become my sister for the day,” then she helped me put ladies deodorant and talc on all my tickly bits.
“Next, we are now going to put some primer on your face so that your foundation goes on smoothly, then some foundation, but because you have not done this before we will do it here in the bathroom” said Lauren with authority.

She was totally in control of the situation and I felt safe leaving everything to her. I also felt like I had no choice about it now that I had started. She gave me a head band to keep my hair away from my face and while I was looking at myself in the mirror she had me gently rub in first the primer then the foundation cream all over my face and neck, blending it into my ears, neck etc, and going carefully up to my hair line without getting it into my hair, but not too close to the eyes as these would be done separately.

Lauren said this was her mother’s foundation, as her own was just a shade to light for my coloring, but her mother’s was just right.

This was a feminine experience unlike my evening at Miranda’s but so very enjoyable in so many different ways. I could talk to Lauren while we were dressing and it felt like we were getting closer as we girls did everything together, where at Miranda’s house I was on my own in silence.

When my face was now all a smooth and monotone, Lauren had me wash my hands to remove the excess make up from them, then we moved into her bedroom where she sat opposite me. She was now going to add make up.

First she added mascara then she plucked and lined my eyebrows. Then she spent some time on my eyelids using eye liner pencil and some other powered colored stuff that I am sure I will get to know about later. Then she rolled on some blusher and brushed it to feather the edges.

Then came the powder to set it all and last but not least the lip liner followed by lipstick. I had sat patiently with great anticipation for about 15 minutes while all this was going on. I tried to look in the mirror but Lauren would not let me because it would spoil the effect she said.

Now she worked on my hair, combing and teasing, she also added a device to lift the hair up at the back of my head to give me a completely different look, she said, then she added ribbons and slides in a couple of places, then she clipped earrings onto my ears.

Just as I thought I was going to get a look at myself she pulled me up and took me over to a tall dresser and pulled open the top draw. Inside there were nothing but bras and panties of all different colors.
“I am afraid they are mostly 34As and a couple of Bs, but I think that 34A is probably your size,” said Lauren. “Go ahead and pick out your bra.”

I reached in and touched some of them. They were wonderfully smooth and sensual. Some were under wired and some closed at the front. Some were foam shaped and some were stretchy. I picked one that was a soft stretchy silky material that had a horizontal low cut demi shape with under wires and a back closure in white.

I went to put the bra on but Lauren turned me around and gently pulled it up my arms and fastened the back before I had a chance to try. She then showed me how to arrange my breasts in the cups. It felt wonderful to have a bra on again but my breasts did not fill the cups.

“That’s a great choice” said Lauren, “and one of my favorites, but I never wear it to school as it is a little revealing. I don’t like the looks I get from the boys when I get silhouetted. You don’t quite fill the cups but I have something for that right here.”

She pulled out two soft plastic skin colored things and arranged them in my bra making me look like I actually had nice tits. “Chicken fillets we call them” said Lauren. “They will feel cold for a short while but they will soon warm up and feel like your own skin.”

Lauren then closed the top draw and opened the next draw. It was full of slips and underskirts and other soft and wonderful things. From under these Lauren pulled out a white corset with lots of boning and lots of hooks and eyes. “I wasn’t expecting that,” I said.

“I think you may be a little wider in the waste than me and we don’t want you stretching any of my pretty dresses do we?” she said holding it against me.

“It’s only a waste nipper and you won’t find it uncomfortable. It will just hold you in position when you need to look really thin at the waist. Anyway you might like it,” said Lauren. I felt that she was genuinely enjoying the predicament she was putting me in.

“And when have you ever needed to be thinner at the waist?” I asked.

“Well I have this one wonderful dress that Mommy bought me for my cousins wedding in the spring. I just loved the dress but the zip would bind when I tried to put it on and I could not get it in another size, so Mommy bought me this.”

“When am I going to see that dress?” I asked.

“No today,” she said.

“OK so how does it work?”

Lauren showed me that when you have to put it on yourself the hooks and eyes go at the front, but when you have someone to help you; the hooks can go at the back, making your front smoother when you have a plain fronted dress on. Lauren proceeded to squeeze me into the corset. It made me feel smaller in the waist and improved my posture no end.

She then showed me that when you wear a corset, some of your displaced skin can be used to enhance your breast by pulling the excess skin into the bra. When she did that I was overflowing the top of the bar. I felt like my chest was right out in front of me, well ahead of the rest of my body. The sensation was incredibly feminine. It looked like I had real tits.
She then selected a full length slip with thin straps and lace trim that stopped about mid thigh and helped me get it on without touching my hair or make up. She pulled another slip from the draw and put it on herself.

“Are we putting pantyhose on?” I asked.

“I wasn’t going to,” said Lauren, “but you can. In fact you should put stockings on. I find them much cooler on a warm day.”

Lauren reached down into the third draw of her dresser and took out a white garter belt and a pair of tan stockings. I lifted my slip up and Lauren put the garter belt around my hips and sat me on the side of the bed to help put the stockings on. They felt so delicate and silky going up my legs.

The tops of the stockings and garters felt unbelievably sexy rubbing against me as I moved my legs I could feel my boy parts getting heavier inside my panties and a wet spot developing between my legs. I decided I may not be able to ignore the impending explosion waiting to happen inside my panties.

I didn’t know what was going to happen to my boy parts as a result of dressing like this but I did not want upset her by coming over her lovely clothes, so I tried to explain my predicament to Lauren.

“Lauren,” I said.

“Yes Mitchell,” she said pausing briefly but continuing straight after. “You know I can’t go on calling you Mitchell while you look like this. We will have to think of another name. How about Michelle?” she said.

“No Lauren please!” I said. “That’s way to close to my boy name. Why can’t I have a romantic name that goes with your last name, Martini?”

“My Parents almost called me Sophia after the Italian actress, but they picked Lauren, which is similar to her last name. You can’t go wrong with a name like Sophia Martini.”

I smiled and nodded to her. “Sophia Martini it is,” she continued. “My cousin from up state! Now what did you want to say to me Sophie?”

I enjoyed being called Sophie for the first time, but I continued. “Well, I am getting very excited by what we are doing. Like, sexually excited.” I said trying not to be crude.

“Me too,” said Lauren. “I am all wet getting tingly between the legs. And?” She was asking me like ’well what do you expect.’

“Well when a boys gets this way he is liable to make a mess in his panties, and I wouldn’t like to make a mess on these pretty clothes. I know these panties I am wearing are already wet.”

“Sophia, I have to stop you there to give us both a reality check. My Mom told me what to say when certain things started to happen and this must be one of those moments. I am a fifteen year old girl, and I have made an agreement with my parents that I will not engage in any kind of sex till I am at least 18.”

“We have rules for deciding what is sex and what isn’t. So here it is,” Lauren said using her ‘I am in control and you are unfortunately going to have to listen’ voice.

“I have promised never to touch anyone’s penis, and no penis is going to touch any part of me. Well, not till I am a little older. Those rules may sound a little restrictive but I am sure we can work with them. Do you have a problem with that?” she said, softening her voice while looking into my eyes.

“No, no!” I said trying to comprehend what I had just be informed, while realizing that I had absolutely no expectations of what would happen, or what the sexual ramifications might be. And then I had a thought.

“You realize that apart from one little lip smacker in front of the school the other day that we have never really kissed?”

“Yes!” said Lauren, and then she change the subject.

“OK here is what we will do, and this is what I do when it’s my time of the month, I take a pair of fuller shaped, control panties and put a winged panty liner inside.” She searched inside her top drawer and found a pair of control panties, then in her bottom drawer for a box of panty liners.

“Here you go,” she said as she handed them to me.

She saw the bemused look on my face as I looked at them. She took them out of my hand, took the backing off the liner, added the liner to the panties wrapping the wings around the underside and handed them back to me. As I pulled them up my legs I could feel how much tighter they were. Similar to the bikini bottoms I wore at Miranda’s, and still have under my bedroom dresser I reminded myself. The new panties smoothed me down and held everything in place better while feeling even sexier than before.

“Now we need shoes,” Said Lauren. She took me by the hand and walked me into her closet and switched the light on, still not letting me see what I looked like. It was not as big as Miranda’s closet. It was mainly dresses, tops, skirts, coats and pants hanging on the hangers with shoes laid out in pairs on the floor.

Boxes of stuff lay on the shelves above plus a large number of dolls and stuffed animals, some arranged so they looked down on us. I wanted to reach up and hug one of them. Lauren didn’t see me looking at them. She reached for a pair of cream colored pumps with about 3” heels and handed them to me.

“Which dress will I wear?” I asked.

“Just put the shoes on first then I will show you. How are they?”

I put one foot in and stood up on it. It felt pretty good. I put the other foot in and stood on it. They felt marvelous. I felt taller and my back kind of straightened up. My chest stood out even further.

“They are fantastic,” I exclaimed.

Lauren put a pair of open toed shoes with ankle straps. “They are really nice too,” I said.

“Do you want to wear them?” said Lauren.

“Not right now,” I said. “Maybe later!”
Then she reached out and pulled a dress from the rail. It was a creamy color with small pink and white flowers on it. It was low cut at the front and back and looked very short. Lauren ran the zip down and handed it to me as I would put it on.

I put both hands on her shoulders and lifted one leg in, then the other. She pulled up the dress around me and I felt it slither and slip its way up my thighs, butt and stomach, twisting it side to side so it would not bind with my slip. It seemed to be a little tight till the waist of the dress met mine, and then it fit snugly around me and I put my arms into the straps. It clung all about me.

Then Lauren turned me around again and pulled the zip up. It fit like a glove till it got tight under my breasts where it got a little tighter still, till I adjusted my breasts to fit into the soft shaped area left for them by the shape of the dress. Under the breasts the dress was elastic stitched so fit snuggly accentuating my breasts and giving me what felt like a sensational shape. A womanly shape.

I stood still with my legs a little apart to give my extra bits some room to move. I looked down at myself to see pretty pair of shoes, a wonderful pair of shiny legs, a really pretty dress topped off by a pair of nice tits. I felt like a pretty girl, but did I look like one I wondered to my self.

While I was admiring my self, Lauren had put her dress on. It was pastel yellow with ruffles around the breast and straps, and it had a sash and bow of the same material tied at the side but it was also form fitting and showed off her shape quite nicely. It was just as short as mine with both dresses at least 3 or 4 inches above our knees.

“Ready for the big reveal,” she said.

I looked up at this beautiful big teddy bear above me and said, “Can I take him with me for support?” Lauren nodded.
I reached up to grab the teddy bear. I gave him a great big hug, held him on my hip and took a deep breath. “OK now I am ready,” I said.

Lauren took my hand and looked straight at me. She pulled my hand to her lips and kissed it. “You won’t believe this!” she said.

“What?” I said. Then Lauren led me into the sunlight light coming in from the window and in front of her two big dressing table mirrors, but I could not see me!

All I could see was Lauren looking absolutely stunning in her pale yellow mini dress and this absolute knockout foxy young woman standing at her side holding a teddy bear. It was incredible. There was nothing about this woman to suggest was wasn’t a 100% sexy female and there was certainly no boy in the picture.

My knees started to buckle.