Tv Skinny-Dipping By Dixielynn
I guess I was rather naive at the time, but whoever said teenage boys had any brains to begin with? If I'm going to tell this story, I'll have to start at the beginning, so here goes.
The summer of my eighteenth year, I had graduated from high school, bought a five year old Ford, and had my own apartment. Life was good. In fact life was very good, but it was about to take a detour that took me completely by surprise.
It all started on a Friday night in June. I got off work, went home and had a few burgers for dinner, then showered, shaved, put on some clean clothes, and went to the local hangout to see what was happening. When I got there, I met Carolyn, Sherry, and Julie. I had known all three girls for a year or two, but had never dated any of them, as I had always been rather shy. After talking for about a half-hour, Julie asked if I would give her and the other two girls a ride back to her house. Of course, I said sure.
We all piled into my car, and Julie started telling me where to go and where to turn. I had no idea where she lived, and was quite surprised when we got into a pretty high-class area. She finally pointed to a driveway and told me to pull in there. I couldn't believe that house. It was a two-story mansion, not simply a house for people to live in. Julie said her parents were gone for the weekend, and invited all of us in.
The house was as big on the inside as it looked from the outside. Julie said it had five bedrooms and five bathrooms, sat on two acres of land and had a swimming pool in the backyard. When she took us out to see the pool, Carolyn suggested we all go swimming, and then Sherry suggested skinny-dipping.
Now I may not be the brightest guy in the world, but when a pretty seventeen-year-old girl and her two eighteen-year-old friends invite me to go skinny-dipping, I know enough to say yes. There were five changing rooms by the pool, and Julie said we could use those to get undressed. We all went into a changing room, and I stripped down fast so I could be the first one in the water. That way I would be able to watch the three girls run naked to the pool.
I jumped in, but when I surfaced, I saw the three girls still had all their clothes on and were locking the door to the changing room I had used. I was told to stay in the water, and Julie ran into the house. When she came back out she was carrying a women's one-piece bathing suit. Carolyn told me they had decided I should wear a bathing suit instead of skinny-dipping.
I told her I wasn't going to wear women's suit, but she replied that since there were no other clothes available for me to wear I didn't really have much choice. They left the suit in one of the changing rooms and headed inside, telling me I was welcome to get dressed and join them as soon as I was ready. I guess I waited about five minutes, before finally deciding any clothes were better than none at all, so I went to the changing room and put on the suit.
How can I find the words to adequately describe my feelings as I got into that suit? My mind was saying this is not right, but it was overruled by my body telling me this is the most exquisite feeling I'd ever had. The slippery, emerald green spandex hugged my body like a second skin, and pressed my genitals down and back until they rested between my legs. Which served to give my crotch a more appropriate look for the garment I was wearing.
With some misgivings, but still in awe of the wonderful feel of tight spandex hugging my body from crotch to chest, I walked back into the house to find the girls. They were all sitting at the kitchen table; obviously waiting for me to give in and wear the feminine garment I had been left with. When they saw me walk in, they smiled, but didn't make any nasty remarks. Carolyn then said the suit looked good on me, and Julie and Sherry agreed. Sherry then said my hairy legs didn't look right with the bathing suit and asked me to shave them.
I refused to shave my legs, so they decided I could wear a long skirt instead. Julie went off to get a skirt, and when she returned, she also brought two pairs of pantyhose to fill out the bra cups in the swimsuit. After they had me stuffed and skirted, we all sat down at the kitchen table with Julie and Sherry on one side, and Carolyn and me on the other.
After we talked for a few minutes, I started to relax and enjoy the conversation. Then Carolyn took out a mirror and lipstick, freshening her lipstick. When she finished, she said, "Look at me".
I knew exactly what she was going to do if I looked at her, and felt that we had reached a crossroads. If I was going to stop this it had to be stopped now. Letting her put that lipstick on me would be an act of complete surrender, and I didn't know where this would lead if I didn't stop it now.
I turned to look at her and refuse to go any further with this game. But had my lips painted cherry red before I could bring myself to protest. The atmosphere in the room changed as the girls also realized that we had turned a corner and it became not what can we ask him to do, but now what can we tell him to do?
Sherry started with, "Let's paint our nails,"
So Julie left to get some nail polish and the three girls painted their nails. Then I was told to hold my hand out and Julie painted my fingernails. While polish was drying on my fingernails, she painted my toenails, too. At this point I shouldn't have been surprised when Sherry announced her intentions to make up my face.
She started with mascara on my upper lashes, then my lower lashes, and then my upper lashes again to make them even thicker. All this was getting me very turned on, and the feeling increased as they continued with eye shadow, eyeliner, and pancake makeup to soften the overall look. When they were through with my makeup, and added a long, wavy brunette wig, a necklace, and earrings, then topped it all off with a large spritz of perfume, I thought this would be the end of it.
But Julie would have none of that. She told me I would have to give Sherry and Carolyn a ride home. I argued that this had all been fun and everything, but I wasn't going outside all dolled up this way. Julie told me that since she didn't have any nail polish remover I was going to have to give her a ride to the store anyway and I might as well take the two other girls home at the same time. She promised that if I was good I could stay in the car, but if I argued, she would make me go in to buy the remover myself.
I gave up arguing at that threat, and held out my feminized hand, "Give me my keys and get in the car."
All of us got into my car, and I took both of the other girls home before driving to the store with Julie sitting in the front seat with me. When we got there, I found a darkened space to park in, and she went in to buy the polish remover.
After she returned and we were headed back to her house, she confessed that she had always been somewhat attracted to girls, but had been reluctant to act upon that attraction. She had decided that this would be her opportunity to be with a girl without really being with a girl. When we got back to her house we stayed up all night making love. I had never eaten so much pussy in my life.
The next weekend she came over to my apartment, and I was a girl and her lesbian lover all weekend. This continued for the next four years until we finally got married. It's been eight years now, and I'm still a happily married man/woman, with a very pretty bisexual wife who saves all her loving for me.
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