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

I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 13

Dinner with the Martini's

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School! I had not thought about school for the entire weekend.

How could I go back to school after all that had happened this weekend? I felt like a totally different person from the one who left school on Friday afternoon. In two days I spilled more juices than I had in my entire life before that. I felt like I had been wasting my time all of these years.

But I also wanted to wear dresses and makeup. Now I was conflicted even more. If I was to become a girl, there is no way to enjoy what I had just done with the woman in the dress store.

She didn’t want me because I was a girl. She wanted me because I was a girl with a packet between my legs that other girls didn’t have. A girl with a bonus. There was no way I was going to give that up. I didn’t know what to do. I had nobody to talk to or ask for advice. Or did I? Maybe I could talk to Lauren.

I texted Lauren to ask her if I could come over. She said OK but only for an hour as they were having a big family supper. I asked my Mom to drop me off at Lauren’s and we were there in ten minutes.

My Mom dropped me off at Lauren’s and drove off as soon as Lauren opened the door. I had said I would be back home by 6:30, long before it got dark. Lauren pulled me into the brightly lit hallway and gave me a nice little hug and I returned her embrace. Then she held me back at arms length to look at me.

“My goodness Mitch with your hair combed back like that and with diamond earrings you look like a girl,” said Lauren in astonishment. “What ever are we going to do with you? You can’t go to school looking like that.”

Then Mrs. Martini having heard the front door came to see who was there. “Why Mitch,” she said. “You look very different today. Nice diamond earrings.”

“They are only cubic zirconium!” I said.

“Still Mitch you look very nice to say the least, but has you’re father seen you looking like that today?”

“No he hasn’t,” I said.

“Well I would do something with your hair before you go home if I were you. Don’t get me wrong you look very nice but I don’t think any father of a fifteen year old boy would want to see his son looking like you do right now.”

I was stuck for something to say. I wanted to look pretty and I appreciated the complement but I didn’t want Mrs. Martini to know that I wanted to look like a girl or that I thought what she was saying was a complement. I just stood there smiling back at her, and then somehow Mrs. Martini caught on.

“Hold on!” she said. “You are enjoying looking like this aren’t you? You are trying to look like a girl.” Then she turned to Lauren. “Freakin Jesus Lauren you’re helping him aren’t you?” Lauren didn’t say anything either she just opened her mouth.

The silence was deafening. Neither of us could say anything. I was tuning into a bucket of mush. Tears were forming in my eyes and Lauren wasn’t doing much better. Mrs. Martini ushered both of us of the stairs.

“Up to Lauren’s room both of you and quietly. I do not want your father to get wind of this.”

I stood in Lauren’s room and Lauren sat on her bed and looked at me. She reached out for me with one hand and I sat on the bed next to her and held hands. Tears were rolling down my cheeks.

Mrs. Martini closed the door and moved to stand in front of me. “Whatever are we going to do with you?” she said. I didn’t think that question needed and answer. She walked to Lauren’s dresser and brought a chair so she could sit down in front of us. She sat down and looked into our eyes.

“So how far have you gone with this. Have you been wearing each others clothes?”

“No silly!” said Lauren. “I haven’t been wearing Mitch’s clothes.”

“Thank goodness for small mercies,” said Mrs. Martini. “But this is not silly Lauren in fact it is very serious. So you have obviously been wearing Lauren’s clothes Mitch. Do you think your Mother have any idea?”

“I can’t say for sure, but today we were talking about how much I look like her and her mother. I was even mistaken for a girl in front of my mother today while we were out together,” I said.

“I am not surprised. You certainly do look like a pretty girl right now, but she has no idea that you like to wear dresses?”

“I really don’t think so.” I said.

“So how long has this been going on?”

“Just yesterday.”

“Just Yesterday? You two are not very good at keeping secrets are you?”

I still couldn’t think of anything to say. This was definitely part of my plans. Now I felt like a stupid little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. No excuses. I was just going to have to accept my punishment whatever it was.

Lauren’s Mom turned to Lauren. “Now you have got me curious. Just how good does he look in a dress?”

“He looks very pretty!” said Lauren. “Apart from being a little wider in the waist he is exactly the same size as me.”

“Well let me see then. Go put a dress on and let me have a look.”

Lauren and I looked at each other then looked back at her mother.

“It’s OK,” she said. “I am not going to tell anyone. I have had my suspicions about you for a while Mitch. When you were a kid I always thought you would look pretty in a dress. I will go downstairs and continue preparing our supper so Lauren you put some makeup on Mitch and select a nice dress for him. I want to see what he looks like dressed up. When you are done come down and see me in the kitchen.

“The Kitchen Mom!” said Lauren.

“There is nobody else here for the next hour. Your father has just gone out to pick his mother up from her apartment and won’t be here till 6 o’clock. You have plenty of time. You can be ready in fifteen minutes no problem. I will be downstairs.” Mrs. Martini left the room and headed downstairs.

“What on earth are we going to do now?” I said to Lauren.

“You are going to put on a dress and some make-up,” she said. “Come on lets start with some makeup.”

Now I was stuck. There was no way out of this except running out of the front door and not coming back. I didn’t think that was an option so I prepared to be dressed as a girl again. We pulled the chair back to the dresser where I sat and Lauren watched me put my makeup on. All of the usual stuff. I was getting better at it now as I had done it a couple of times.

We tried to do the makeup light with only a little eye liner and only a little color over the eyes with pale pink lipstick and no gloss. Then Lauren combed my hair and added a slide to one side where she brushed that side over my ear then used some hair spray to make it stay in place.

Then we went to her closet where I threw off my shorts and Lauren saw the bikini bottoms looking a little damp and dirty.

“You had better get rid of those,” she said.

She went to her dresser and brought back a full white corset, a pair of white control panties, maxipad, with some chicken fillets to fill out the chest space. She pulled and tugged on me for a couple of minutes till I had a slim little waist and a decent little pair of little tits that stuck out in front of me like lemons.

The view and the sensation gave me a tingle in my extra bits and an extra degree of smile on my face. She then gave me a pair of medium tan tights, which I put on, then a white full slip that went down to mid thigh. Everything felt wonderful as it went on but I had very little time to appreciate it all because I felt that time was against us.

Lauren went into the closet and came out with an exquisite purple and blue patterned sleeveless wrap dress with a plunging v neckline that really didn’t reveal anything of my chest apart from a hint of cleavage. It had a thin belted waist and a multilayer hem finishing a couple inches above the knee. She opened the back zipper and held it for me while I stepped into it.

There was that feeling again. It was astonishing to me to feel so feminine wrapped in such sensuous soft and silky material. It sent shivers up and down my entire body as she closed the zipper and Lauren saw the look of rapture on my face.

“No time to enjoy yourself now,” said Lauren. “Put those black pumps on and let’s get downstairs to see my mother before anyone else comes.”

We walked out of the bedroom down the stairs into the grand entranceway. I had only a brief look at myself in the mirrors while passing but I knew I looked fantastic. I felt fantastic too. But what Mrs. Martini would think only the next few moments would tell.

“My goodness you are beautiful,” said Mrs. Martini walking in from the kitchen. “You look every bit as beautiful as Lauren does in that dress. I would never have believed it unless I saw it for myself.”

Now I was feeling very self conscious. Mrs. Martini knew I was a boy, and would see me as a boy in the near future and knew what I looked like as a girl. Life I feel is going to get very confusing from now on. I stood in the entranceway posing for her for a few moments while she looked me up and down.

“OK Mom can we get him back into his regular thing before anyone comes?”

“Not yet Lauren. The two of you come and sit down and Mitch is going to tell me how he feels wearing a dress and looking pretty. Come and sit with me in the kitchen for a moment.”

We followed Mrs. Martini into the kitchen and we sat around the kitchen table.
“You did a nice job on the hair and makeup considering you only had a couple of minutes,” she said.

“Thanks you,” both Lauren and I answered together.

“So tell me Mitch. How does it feel to be sitting here in a dress talking to me? I need you to tell me this so I can understand where to go with this because this wearing dresses thing is not going to stop here I’m sure. Tell me how you feel?”

How did I feel? I felt stupid I knew that. What was I going to say? I feel the wetness in your daughter’s panties around my semi erect penis. I feel the corset pushing my chest up to make my tits stick out in front of me. I realized I had to say how I felt without mentioning the sexual excitement part.

“Take your time Mitch but don’t take all night!” said Mrs. Martini.

“I do feel stupid being called Mitch when I am wearing a dress and I know I look like a girl.”

“So do you have a girl’s name?’ asked Mrs. Martini.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I call myself Sophia Martini.”
“Martini!” asked Mrs. Martini. “Why are you using our name?”

“Because Lauren told me that you told her that you almost called her Sophia and the names sound so beautifully romantic together, and we could say that Lauren and I are cousins or sisters.”

“I see,” she said. “I have always loved the name Sophia and at times we do consider you to be part of the family. I am OK with that, but I need to know what you are feeling wearing a dress and looking so pretty.”

“Well. I have a lot of conflicting feelings going on right now. Firstly I am embarrassed to be sitting here in front of you because you know that I am a boy and the next time you see me I will be in boys’ clothes and it feels weird that you know that about me.”

“OK I can understand that, but what else. How does the dress make you feel?”

“The dress makes me feel pretty. I feel proud of the fact that I can be pretty. Nobody thinks I am attractive as a boy.”

“But Lauren loves you. Doesn’t that count?”

“It is wonderful to think that Lauren loves me, but that’s not the same. Lauren and I have been best friends since long before I knew the difference between girls and boys, and I have always loved her because we get on so well together.”

“But don’t you think that Lauren is attracted to you sexually now because I know she is.”

Now I felt embarrassed but how could I be any more embarrassed than I already was. I was a boy wearing a dress getting the third degree from my girlfriend’s mother.

“I never feel attractive as a boy and I don’t know why Lauren is attracted to me other that we are best friends and have been since we were tiny.”

“So you only feel attractive when you are dresses as a girl then?”

“I feel more attractive. Girls don’t normally look at me at all. They seem to go straight to the big tough looking guys like Carter and Warren.”

“So do you want to be attractive to Carter and Warren?”

“No,” I said. “I don’t want to kiss boys or anything.”

“But it looks like that is what you are trying to do. Dressed like that there are very few young men who could resist you. Most girls who dress like you would love to be kissed by Carter or Warren. Why don’t you?”

“Because I am a boy.”

“Are you sure, or do you really feel like a girl inside.”

“I am not sure. I like feeling like a girl, but I don’t know if I want to be a girl all of the time. I think that because I am a boy, I enjoy feeling like a girl sometimes. I think I might enjoy feeling like a girl even more than you do because you are a girl all of the time. Maybe I enjoy feeling like a girl because I can’t be a girl. Does that make sense?”

“OK I think I am beginning to get the picture. I am comfortable with your answers. Now go and get into your boy clothes before someone comes. We will talk about this some more when we have time.”

We started walking down the hall towards the front entranceway and the stairs, but at that very moment we got to the entranceway, in through the front door walked Lauren’s dad and three other people I didn’t know, blocking our way so we couldn’t move past. There was an older lady and a younger couple in their twenties. Mr. Martini was telling the older lady that Mrs. Martini, it seems her name is Sandra, had been cooking all afternoon when his eyes found mine.

Lauren’s Dad looked at me and suddenly developed one of those ‘I am really good looking’ kind of smiles and made his way towards me. I was frozen to the spot and didn’t know where to look.

“OK someone help me out. Do I have another beautiful daughter I didn’t know about?” he said.

Lauren stepped forward. “This is Sophia. She is a friend of mine from school. She was just leaving.”

No I was not I thought to myself. I couldn’t go outside in these clothes, but there again I did yesterday, but I had nowhere to go right now. The other people in the room were saying hi and giving each other hugs. I wanted to be hugged too but they didn’t know that.

“We are very please to meet you Sophia,” said Mr. Martini “You are a very pretty girl, just as pretty as our beautiful Lauren, and almost as pretty as my beautiful wife I must add.” He was flirting, but only as much as he could with his wife, daughter and mother in the same room.

Then his mother slapped him on the hand. ”What about me?” she said winking at Lauren and me. “You told be I was the prettiest girl around.”

“You have caught me out again Mother. But please forgive me. There are so many beautiful women gathered together in the same room its making head spin.”

“Jack!” Mrs. Martini had moved to Mr. Martini’s side and was doing the two arms on one of his trick. He turned and was instantly under control. “Take out guests into the family room and get them some drinks.”

“The family room” he asked.

“Yes darling. They will be able to watch the sun go down over the bay from there. I have to speak to Lauren and Sophia.” Mrs. Martini waited as the guests and Mr. Martina went down the hallway and disappeared from sight.

“I am surprised he didn’t ask you to stay for dinner. My husband thought you were very attractive young Sophia.”

Just then Mr. Martini came back to the end of the hallway. “Why don’t you ask young Sophia to stay for dinner darling? I am always happy to have Lauren’s friends around.”

“Yes I know Jack. I am asking her now,” said Sandra.

They were both looking at me. Did they actually expect me to stay for dinner?

“You can if you want you know,” said Sandra. “Jack is very taken with you and I am sure the rest of the family would like to meet you.”

“This is insane.” I said to them. “He thinks that I am a girl and you are willing to let him flirt with me.”

“Listen Miss Sophia,” Said Sandra. “You started this and I have only invited you for dinner. Jack will take them all home in a couple of hours and you can get changed at your leisure before you go home. Anyway this will be a nice experience for you, doing the dishes and stuff.”

“Mom, dishes?” said Lauren. “You usually let Dad do the dishes.”

“He is doing all of the driving tonight, anyway, how could we possibly explain Sophia going up stairs to your room, then Mitch coming downstairs and going home,” said Sandra. “This is the best way. Trust me. And you will have fun.”

“I’ll call your mother,” said Sandra picking up the phone. “Sue, this is Sandra. I have Mitch here and I have invited him to stay for dinner.” And they continued to talk while I paid attention to Lauren. Lauren had wrapped both her hands around my arm and was preparing to start flirting with me.

“Sophie,” she said. “Why don’t we go up to my room for a while? I haven’t had time to do my makeup and I think you could help me with it.” Lauren started walking me up the stairs towards her bedroom.

“Sophia.” Sandra called up the stairs after us. “Your mother is fine with everything. I said I would give you a ride home before 10pm because it is a school night and I know you girls need your beauty sleep.”

I knew she enjoyed saying that. Jez now I was going to have to stay dressed as girl and exchange pleasantries with Lauren’s Grandmother. Not what I had planned for the evening but there again I didn’t have anything planned for this evening. I only really came over to say hi to Lauren and maybe get those pills.

Lauren closed her bedroom door behind us then pushed me down onto her bed where she climbed on top of me putting one knee between my legs. She kissed me heavily with her tongue half way down my throat and I couldn’t move, nor did I want to.

“Goodness freek Lauren.” I said trying to get some air, “Please don’t ever stop but what have I done to deserve this.”

“I wanted to show you what you would be missing if you really decided you wanted to become a girl. I realized from what you said to my mother that you don’t really know what you want so I thought I could put up some good arguments. Am I being the least bit persuasive?”

“You sure are Lauren. Any minute I am going to burst out of my panties.”

“Now that is still not allowed baby girl but I think I may be able to go a little further the next time we are alone, so you are on a promise OK?”

“OK” I said.

There was a knock at Lauren’s door. We both sat upright and Lauren walked over to open the door. I heard the bed make a noise when we got up.

“Ellen,” said Lauren opening the door.

“I hope I am not interrupting anything. Your mother said you were coming up here to do makeup so I thought I would join you,” said the girl I had not been introduced to earlier.

“Oh sure, come in. We were just playing a silly game,” said Laren.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I have girlfriends of my own and I know there is nothing like a good hug from your best friend.” Ellen came over to me.

“Hi I’m Ellen Trang. I am engaged to Stu, Lauren’s cousin.” She said reaching out her hand.

“I’m Sophia or Sophie whatever. Nice to meet you.”

Ellen was very pretty. She had long wavy dark hair and deep brown eyes. She wore small rimless glasses but they did not hide her beautiful eyes and high cheekbones. I guessed she was in her twenties. I was also guessing that he had more than a little Asian influence in her family history.

“Can I give you a hug,” she said. “I noticed that when everyone else was getting hugs you looked kind of left out.”

“Sure,” I said thinking that sounded a little foreword buy what the hey.

I put my arms out to her and she moved in between them. She wrapped her arms around me and held every inch of me against her, one hand around my waist and the other to my neck gently pushing my head down into her neck as put my arms around her. She smelled wonderful as my face was buried in her hair and our stomachs laid flat against each other and her very adequate chest melded into mine.

She was incredible. She gently kissed my my neck just below my ear in a spot where I knew Lauren couldn’t see because she was on the other side and made me shiver. Then she moved back and held me at arms length.

“You are a very beautiful young woman and I hope we can become good friends,” she said, “just like Lauren and I are. In fact the same as all of the Martini women are, good friends who share all of our secrets but never our men. Isn’t that right Lauren?”

“You bet,” said Lauren. I wasn’t totally convinced that Lauren was completely at ease with Ellen yet but she did say all of the right things. She certainly sounded like one of the Martini women. Stick together no secrets and all that stuff. I remember Miranda saying those kind of things.

“So you know Miranda,” I said, then I instantly regretted it. Sophia didn’t know Miranda, only Mitch did.

“Of course and how long have you known Miranda, Sophie.”

“Er, no I don’t actually.” I said tying to cover up. “But Lauren has told me that she was a model and that she had given Lauren some of her collection of clothes, some of them new with the labels still on.”

“Is that so Lauren. I haven’t spoken to Miranda in a couple of weeks. She said she was going to let me have a look through her closet some time but we haven’t got around to it yet. I will have to call her. A girl has always got room in her closet for another designer dress, isn’t that so Sophie?”

I didn’t answer but I smiled for her.

“We will make sure that you get to meet Miranda as she loves to meet all of Lauren’s friends and keep tabs on the good looking women in the area”

Ellen looked at me like she knew something I didn’t. Ellen had a different personality to the other Martini women, maybe because she had become one by marriage and not birth. She seemed more mysterious and closed than say Miranda and Lauren’s mother appeared as they always appeared open and welcoming, but Ellen certainly fit right in with her good looks and immaculate dress sense.

“I will speak to Miranda and see what we can arrange Ellen,” said Lauren.

“I think we should start with you Sophia,” said Ellen. “Sit down in the chair and let me take a closer look.”

I sat down and Ellen picked up an eyeliner pencil and a tiny cotton bud and started working around my eyes. It was a surreal experience having this beautiful woman so close to me working on my makeup. As she worked she was just inches from my face. I could feel and taste her sweet breath on me and see every skin pore and every individual eyelash as I looked back at her.

“I wish I had time to shape your eyebrows Sophie. You would look much better if you let me widen the gap between them and thin them out a little. They do look a little boyish you know. Doesn’t you Mother help you with them?”

“My mother doesn’t wear makeup very often. She just doesn’t bother. She never comments on mine as long as I don’t wear too much.”

“That a pity,” said Ellen. “Girls need help from their mothers while they are young like you. I bet Miranda would love to help you when she gets her new studio up and running. You and Lauren are just the type of girls she needs to act as models for her to practice her makeup skills and such.”

“I will look forward to it Ellen,” I said.

This much in my face femininity together with these clothes and the way I looked has playing havoc with my boy bits. I really wanted to kiss her while she was so close and being oh so friendly and forward.

Her breasts brushed against my arm as she worked on me and I could taste her breath inside my open mouth. I was feeling intoxicated with her perfume and the sensations of the clothes I was wearing and I couldn’t help but close my eyes for a second of two.

“You seem a little tired Sophia,” said Ellen.

“It’s been a long day,” I said. “I went out shopping with my mother.”

“That’s always nice,” she said. “Buy anything you really wanted?”

“I got my ear’s pierced,” I said.

“For the first time?” asked Ellen. “I thought that most girl’s got their ears pierced one there first birthday’s around here.”

“Lauren only got hers done a week ago,” I said.

“Wow you two are definitely late starters. OK so I think you are done Sophia. I hope the look I have given you is not too old for you. I did give you a little more color around the eyes which tends to make them look deeper.”

Lauren appreciated the look Ellen have given me and she wanted to look the same so Ellen obliged her. After that Ellen touched up her own makeup then Lauren and I added some lip gloss and we were ready to go downstairs.

I had butterflies in my stomach but I had confidence that I look a very convincing girl. I had just had my makeup touched up by a very pretty women who I was certain had no idea that I was a boy and she got so close I could have kissed her. But still the idea of sitting at a dinner table with people four who did not know that I was a boy in a dress was freaking me out. Lauren took me into the kitchen to see her Mom.

“Sophia you look beautiful, as do you Lauren. Ellen is really good with makeup isn’t she?”

She had changed from her usual jeans and tank top and was now wearing a dark blue lace dress with short sleeves and a low neckline showing her wonderful cleavage to its maximum effect. She would not be outdone by the 3 younger women in the room, especially when one of them was a boy.

“Are you OK Sophia?” she said.

“I can’t believe you are making me do this when you know what I am Mrs. Martini.” I said quietly to her.

“Oh chill out Sophia. Nobody knows and you look very pretty. Please just enjoy the company. They are all nice people and are waiting to hear you say something. Just enjoy the conversation and relax, and whatever you do don’t squirm in you seat. You must be confident young lady and join in with the conversation.”

Lauren held my hand as we walked into the dining room. “Sophia you come and sit next to me,” said Sandra.

I sat between Lauren and her mother. It turns out so the three of us could get up to serve the others because we were nearer the kitchen without disturbing the others.

The conversation started with enquiries as to when Stu and Ellen would get married. They had set a date next year but had yet to find a suitable venue for the large wedding that they expected it to be. After we had all finished the salad Sandra went to prepare the next course and Lauren and I took all of the salad dishes out.

Ellen’s boyfriend was a really nice guy, although he didn’t say that much but he was very polite and very handsome. He was in his early twenties and wore jeans and a tee shirt. He had short dirty blonde hair combed up to a point on his head and was wearing lots of woven bands. He smiled at me a couple of times and made me blush.

During the next course the conversation moved to bridesmaids and how Lauren would be one of Ellen’s bridesmaids. Ellen asked me if I had ever been a bridesmaid.

“No never,” I said. “There have not been any family weddings in my family since I was a kid. Still I would love to wear a fancy bridesmaid’s dress. Lauren said she was a bridesmaid earlier this year but she hasn’t let me see her dress.”

“Maybe we can let you try it on later before you go home Sophia,” said Sandra.

“I was never a bridesmaid Sophia,” said Ellen. “But let me tell you that trying on wedding dresses has to be much more fun. When it’s your turn you should go to every dress store in the city and try on ever dress they have. I have already chosen my wedding dress but I am planning to try more on just for the hell of it. I could invite you if you want.

“No thanks Ellen. Isn’t it bad luck to try on wedding dresses before you get engaged?”

“No at all,” said Lauren’s grandmother. “I used to do it with my friends when we were having a bad day. We would go into a wedding shop were nobody knew us and try on the dresses for fun. It always brightened up my day, and I still have a long and happy marriage.”

“May I ask where your husband is Mrs. Martini?” I asked.

“He is off on one of his golfing or fishing trips I am not sure which,” she said. “Just because you are married doesn’t mean you can’t spend time apart. I like to have outings with my friends and we still have sleepovers with husbands excluded once in a while too.”

“You have never been to one of Lauren’s sleepovers Sophia,” said Sandra. “We will have to invite you to one. It’s like having a house full of sisters with no men in sight. You would love it.”

This was all a terrible tease for me. All of this talk of wedding dresses and girl’s sleepovers. I didn’t think I was never going to enjoy, but I certainly enjoyed the idea of doing it.

Dinner went off without a hitch and the rest of the conversation stayed well away from dresses and me until Ellen asked me where I lived. I didn’t think she would know where it was so I told her I lived on San Remo Drive.

“San Remo Drive is where Lauren’s friend Mitch lives isn’t it Sophia, just around the corner from Miranda on Donna Drive,” Ellen replied.

“Yeah we are just down the street.” I said.

“What number?” she said. “I am a real estate agent. I know most of the houses on that street.”

I realized that I couldn’t answer her. If I told her my number she would know it was me.

Lauren’s mother intervened as if to protect me. “Ellen can you join me in the library I have some ideas for places you can hold you’re wedding.”

I didn’t say anything. If I told her the wrong number she could catch me out that way too.
Lauren’s mother interrupted.

“Hold on Sandra. Sophia is just going to tell me what house she lives at.”

“Ellen, leave poor little Sophia alone and come with me to the library. If she doesn’t want to tell you her house number it’s not a problem is it.”

“Fine,” she said. “I was only trying to be friendly. I used to live in that area, maybe I know her family.”

Lauren’s Mon took Ellen’s hand and dragged her away, which I was very glad of. I kept my head down and didn’t look at anybody. ‘This must be how people get found out’ I thought to myself. I felt very small at that moment.

“OK,” said Lauren’s dad. “Sounds like a good time to be taking everyone home. Can we give you a ride too Sophie?”

“No thanks,” I said. “My mother wants to pick me up, but thanks for having me over,” I said.

As everyone else stood up I stood with them and they moved towards the hallway. Ellen and Sandra came out of the library to meet us in the hall. Ellen had a very large smile on her face and I was guessing I knew why she was smiling but I couldn’t be sure. She came over and hugged Lauren and said they will have to go shopping soon.

“Maybe you can come too Sophia?” she said. “I bet I could show you some beautiful dresses that you would love to try on.”

Then she gave me the most amazing hug and let me know that she knew I was wearing a corset but the way she moved her hand up and down the boning. Then she winked at me and kissed me on the cheek.

Had Lauren’s mother told her about me? I was guessing she had on maybe she had already guessed. I realized the number of people who know about me being a boy in a dress could be growing and I could do nothing about it.

The others who were leaving also hugged me including Lauren’s father who momentarily lightly placed one hand on my ass. He certainly thought I was a girl. Then Stu gave me a really nice hug and said he hoped to meet again. Then they disappeared out of the front door and into Jack’s black BMW and they drove away down the street.

I turned to Sandra. “Did Ellen ask if I was a boy?”

“Of course not,” said Sandra. “She just wondered why you wouldn’t tell her your address. I told her your parents were going through a bad patch and for her not to be so pushy.”

I didn’t know if I should believe Sandra, but I had no choice. I asked Lauren is she thought there was a problem but she didn’t notice anything. Maybe it was my imagination.

“So, let’s go up to Lauren’s room,” said Sandra. “Because you have been such a good girl Sophia. I think we can let you try on Lauren’s bridesmaid’s dress. What do you think Lauren?”

“I think our Sophia has been good enough to deserve a treat,” said Lauren as we reached her door. “But only for a few minutes as you did promise to have her home before 10pm.”

Sandra went down the hallway and came back with a large white dress bag and started to open it as she walked back down the hallway. The dress was pale pink and all lace covered. I took my dress off as they both watched and Sandra held the dress out in front of me and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

It had very short sleeves and an in-between neckline that was low but not enough to show any cleavage. The back was high. The bodice was form fitting with a slim waist that I just about got into. The skirt was a full A line with a couple of layers of crinoline that ended just below the knee.

It was fabulous. I walked to the mirror to look at myself and was astonished. How could anything ever look more delicate, feminine and unbelievably sexy. My boy bits were doing somersaults again but I had to pretend that there was nothing happening down there or I feel I would be giving the game away.

I wanted to tell them that it made me feel pretty and fulfilled when it actually made me want to jerk my self silly, but I knew where I was and I guessed by the way they had treated me today that there would be more opportunities. I just hugged and thanked them both for an unbelievable couple of hours.

Then the time came to take everything off and get cleaned up. Sandra went downstairs to leave Lauren and I alone. I couldn’t find my bikini bottoms but Lauren had put them in her washing and let me wear her panties home, which was good for me as I didn’t want her to see the mess that was in this pair too.

Lauren gave me a long tight hug before we left her room.

“I hope you realize that we can enjoy wonderful evenings like this without you ever becoming a girl?” she said. I understood what she was saying but I had no time to carry on the conversation as I needed to get home.

Sandra dropped me at my home before 10pm and there was only time to give my Mom and Dad a quick hug before going to bed. I was really tired. I went to bed in the tights that the lady in the dress store had given me, and prepared with a handful of tissues I went to bed remembering the fantastic things that had happened to me today.

Then I remembered that I still didn’t have Lauren’s pills. I called Lauren to see if she could bring them to me, but she said she could not take them to school and I would have to come by her house another time. One more day couldn’t do too much damage I thought, then I slipped into a deep sleep.

I woke in the morning with my mother knocking on my bedroom door. It was already 7:30 and I needed to be out of the house in lees than 30 minutes. No problem! Off to the bathroom for a two minute shower, clean my teeth and time to mat down my hair into the usual drowned rat look, but then as I was checking out my face I notice a blackhead on my upper lip. I don’t get them or so I thought, then as look at this blackhead, I noticed it.

A dark hair above my top lip. Oh shit it’s started.