Courting Chris (part 4)
Bill was straight, but found himself strangely attracted to an effeminate boy at school. When he acted upon his feelings it opened and entirely new world to him! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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"Chris," I said, "I want to work things out so the only cock you suck is one that you really want to."
"That would be yours," Chris said, "I didn't want to suck you that time, but as I did I sensed that there was something different about you."
"How so?" I asked.
"The way you looked at me," he explained, "most guys would look at me and smirk, or in disgust, but you seemed more caring – and at the end you thanked me – I've never been thanked before!"
"I really loved how it felt," I said, "but felt kind of guilty afterward for participating in it."
"Do you know in advance when they will make you suck, or does it happen randomly?" I asked.
"Sometimes randomly," Chris admitted, "but most of the time it is planned – they will tell me on a particular day where to meet them – I go there and they make me do it."
"The next time, let me know as soon as you know," I said, "and I'll alert the principal."
"What will you tell him?" Chris asked.
"I'll tell him that there is an organized sexual harrassment activity planned that could be big legal trouble for him," I explained, "That should get his attention."
"We should tell my grandmother of our plan," said Chris, "the principal is sure to call her afterward."
Chris' grandmother called us in for dinner. She liked our plan to end Chris' harassment and said she would be ready for the call. She mentioned to Chris that the new clothes he had ordered had arrived by mail today. Chris said nothing by Mrs. Binsen said the package was on the end table in the living room.
After dinner Chris and I sat on the couch in the living room. I noticed the package and asked if he was going to open it, but Chris said he would later. Chris moved next to me and put his head on my shoulder. I responded by putting my arm around him.
"What is it about me that you like, Bill?" he asked, "besides my giving a good blowjob?"
We chuckled at that and I replied, "Well, you are really pretty."
"Pretty?" he asked.
"I know that isn't a term normally associated with a boy," I said, "but I really like your pretty face – you do your face and hair so nicely."
"I know that has probably added to my problems," he said, "they call me a sissy at school."
"Your face is so pretty and feminine," I said, "I've been wondering what you would look like dressed as a girl."
Chris blushed at that and grew silent. "I didn't mean anything by that," I said, "I didn't mean to offend."
"You didn't offend me," Chris responded, "you just caught me by surprise."
Chris picked up the package and said, "Come on up to my room."
I followed Chris to his room and found that the room was even more feminine than he was. He opened the package and removed the contents. Soon he was holding a pretty blue dress up to himself.
"Shocked?" he asked.
"Not shocked," I responded, "but surprised."
Chris turned and opened his closet, revealing that most of the clothing was girl clothing.
"I prefer girls clothing, but dress as a boy for school," he said.
"I'll bet you really look great dressed as a girl," I said, "would you wear your new dress for me?"
"How about if I dress completely as a girl?" Chris asked. I nodded in agreement.
Chris opened up the dresser drawers and removed a variety of women's undergarments and put them on the bed. "I'm not sure if it is good for you to watch right now," Chris said, "maybe at a later time."
I excused myself and went downstairs and told Mrs. Binsen that I would wait there while Chris was trying on the new dress. She told me that Chris really loved the girl clothes and probably should have been born a girl. Chris had never left the house in that manner, and she wondered if I would take Chris out. I said that was all new to me and I was nervous myself.
It took a long time but Chris came downstairs and presented herself. Not only was she fully dressed, but had arranged her hair and done her makeup for a total look that was absolutely stunning. This felt like something out of a fairy tale, and I felt a little bold so I approached Chris, and took his (her?) hand and kissed it, saying, "will m'lady honor me by coming to the ball tonight with me?"
"It would be my pleasure, kind sir," was her reply, as she smiled broadly, attempting a curtsey.
"Then let us be off," I said, and Chris balked.
"You mean really going out?" Chris asked.
"Well yes," I responded, "there isn't a ball to go to, but we can still go out."
"But I never ..." blurted Chris.
"But if ever you are ready," said Mrs. Binsen, "it is now, and you have a gentleman to escort you."
"I better get my shoes then," Chris said, returning upstairs.
"It will take her a few minutes to decide," explained Mrs. Binsen.
"I'm not sure where to take her," I said.
"There is a dance club in town," she said, "I'll write the address down for you."
Mrs. Binsen pressed some money into my hand to cover expenses. I thanked her, and she just said, "Make sure you treat Chris like a lady!"
When Chris came back down I kissed her and led her out to the car, opening the door for her.
"I want this Bill," she said, "but I'm scared to death!"
"You will be at my side the entire time," I assured her, "and I won't let anything bad happen to you."
Chris held my hand as we drove to the dance club. They asked for IDs at the door. I presented my driver's license and explained that my lady left hers at home, but we were both under age and would only be drinking soda. I paid the cover change and they stamped our hands, marking us as minors.
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