Summer in Seattle by Stephanie James TG

Hope you like my story! Any comments then I would love to hear from you. Thanks. Stephanie James stephaniejames654321@yahoo.com

My family life was a real mess when I was 15. Mum had done a bunk with some guy she had been seeing behind Dad's back. I can't blame her. Dad was a real arsehole. Right now he was in the best place I could hope for, serving in the army thousands of miles away in Iraq. The end result was a whole summer holidays away from my friends in London as I was to spend 12 weeks with my aunt Jenny in Seattle.

Needless to say I was pissed. I don't have a whole bunch of friends but I did have a new Xbox and that was going to do me just fine. Now I was going to be helping out Aunt Jenny in her dumb photo studio. Dad said it would be good work experience. Big deal.

Aunt Jenny lived in the suburbs of Seattle and her numerous studio and image lab rooms made up the whole of the workshop outside while we lived in her large house. At least I had the whole attic space to myself where I had large bedroom, with a private bathroom and even a small sitting room.

And there was more good news. My aunt's daughter Becky, who had been a most annoying specky geek of a girl the last time I had seen here 6 years ago was now absolutely stunning. At 17 she was obviously out of my league but I could at least dream of her cute little body as she sunbathed in the garden. She was blonde, probably a decent b-cup and never seemed to wear enough clothes to make her decent.

I settled into my new temporary home fairly easily. For the first week the studio was not open so Aunt Jenny and Becky showed me around town to the local mall, cinema. There was no doubt American girls were definitely cuter than in the UK.

The next week Aunt Jenny introduced me to working in the Studio. My duties were basically to clean up the changing rooms, move lighting, and help Aunt Jenny in the lab processing photos. Actually it was quite fun. There was always a fun mood in the studio with customers coming and going. Aunt Jenny mostly did family portraits and kids photos etc. "Not great money" she would say, "but it pays the bills". She told me that one day she wanted to be a fashion photographer but never seemed to get the chance.

Well that chance came only a week later. The wife of one of her customers owned a department store and was looking for a photographer to shoot the autumn calendar. Aunt Jenny and Becky were so excited that night as we discussed it. This was obviously a big deal for them. But there was one hitch. Becky was going away to summer camp and couldn't model for Aunt Jenny for 10 more days. Aunt Jenny insisted she needed this time to practice and get the studio just right for the actual shoots.

The next day when Becky had left for camp Aunt Jenny asked me if I wouldn't mind helping her set up the lights in the studio so she could practice on dressed mannequin. Aunt Jenny spent the best part a day in there photographing that mannequin, becoming more and more frustrated. Eventually she asked me to stand in place of the mannequin.

"At least your face won't shine like plastic" she sighed.

But it was clear that she still wasn't making much progress.

"Listen James, I know this is weird for you but could you just model a few jeans and shirts for me. Would that be OK?"

"I guess" I said.

"Great! Thanks James"

We started that evening. Aunt Jenny passed me a pair of denim blue jeans and a white shirt although I am sure it would be called a blouse by anyone else. The blouse had loose frills flapping at the front. The jeans were shorter than I was used to.

"They are fine" said Aunt Jenny, "they are supposed to be that length. You are the same height as Becky so everything should fit fine.

Sure these were just jeans and a `shirt' but they were still definitely girls clothes. I swallowed my pride and headed into the changing room. The jeans were a bit of a squeeze and the blouse was loose at the front. No breasts of course.

I stepped out of the changing room and Aunt Jenny smiled.

"Cute" she said. I blushed. "OK let's get started".

She put me in front of the camera, spent at least 20 minutes playing with the lights and then started snapping away with her camera.

"The jeans fit you really well", Aunt Jenny said, "I thought you hips might not be wide enough but they are and your bum is nice and rounded. A bubble butt is what we call it over here. If you were a girl you would have the perfect butt!"

"Great", I replied sarcastically.

Can you just slip these on" Aunt Jenny then said tossing me a pair of white open tow sandals. At least they were almost flat I thought putting them on.

"OK, next outfit" said Aunt Jenny after a few more snaps of her camera. She went into the storage area and reappeared with a pair of pink jeans with "Cute" typed across the butt. Loads of sequins also. There was no getting away from the fact that these were very girly. "Oh come on," said Aunt Jenny seeing my hesitation, "it's only you and me and no one will see the shots."

I reappeared from the changing room wearing the jeans and a tight hot pink strappy top. Again the top didn't fit. The jeans were also very tight. Again Aunt jenny reassured me. "The jeans look great, James", they are supposed to be figure-hugging, boys love girls in tight jeans, you should know that. Wow, turn around, let me see how the light works with a side shot."

I was hoping that was enough for Aunt Jenny, but she asked me if I wouldn't mind one more outfit.

"I guess", I said resigned to the fact that Aunt Jenny needed the practice.

"Thanks" she said giving me a big hug and dashing into the store room.

"Oh no" I said as she reappeared with a denim skirt.

"Don't be silly, James, they are shorts, see?" she showed me that the inside of the skirt was in fact a pair of shorts. "pretty please, you can keep the same top on."

I felt a lot more naked as I stood in front of the camera this time. The skirt was above the knee and the top was flimsy with a couple of thin straps. But Aunt Jenny was over the moon. "This is so helpful, James. Thank you so much for your help" she said as she snapped away more shots. "You know you have great legs. I thought you might have hairy legs and they would ruin the lighting effect but you look great."

Thankfully that was the end of the shoot for the day. I got changed and Aunt Jenny went develop the film on her own, telling me I could go and relax.

A little later Aunt Jenny offered me a glass of wine, definitely something she would not do normally.. "An important model like you needs a little pampering" she said. We sat and chatted about stuff in general and then eventually the conversation came back to the photo shoot. She showed me a few of the photos.

"You look great in those clothes" she said, "they actually suit you", she said giggling. I giggled too, my third glass of wine having quite an effect and relaxing me.

"I must admit it felt pretty weird to start with" I said.

"But you got use to it, right" she said. "I mean after the first hour you seemed much more relaxed"

"yes, it definitely got easier." I replied.

"Can we try a few more tomorrow" asked Aunt Jenny, "I have the lighting all set up for those outfits but there are so many more that need shooting and Becky doesn't get back for another week".

I just sat there. I didn't say anything for a while. Aunt Jenny didn't push me either. We both knew what she was asking. We had run out of jeans and shorts. If I agreed then I would be modelling more feminine clothes. But after three glasses of wine it didn't seem to bad. After all I had survived today hadn't I. And so I agreed. Aunt Jenny was so grateful but I could tell she was also very excited by the prospect of getting more work done.

The next morning we started work again. Aunt Jenny putting film in her camera while she sent me into the changing room. Hanging up was a floral summer dress, and on the floor a pair of heels, probably two inches high. I just stood there staring at them. Was I really going to willingly put on this dress and heels and then have photos taken of me? I the cold light of day, now totally sober, it didn't seem such a good idea, but there was no way I would let Aunt Jenny down. She had been up for three hours already getting the lights set up just right.

So I stripped to my shorts and put on lowered stepped into the dress, doing up the buttons at the front. The dress was essentially pink with some white flower patterns on it. I was actually surprised how light it felt and how non-constricting it was. Now came the shoes. They were toeless sling backs, as I later learnt I could only get them on sitting down as I felt so unstable. Eventually I decided that were on as securely as I was going to manage. I carefully stood up, almost fell over again, and then tip-toed outside into the studio.

Aunt jenny looked up and smiled, "Steady James, don't want you breaking your legs. I thought we better start with some low heels so you can get some practice."

"These are low!" I asked.

Aunt Jenny giggled and then started to teach me the finer points of walking in heels. "Keep you back straight and your chest out, that's it. Now walk on the balls of you feet more. No, no, don't put the heel down to fast, think balls of feet. Now, don't walk like a duck, imaging you are walking a tightrope, one foot in front of the other, that was you get a great sway to your hips. At it girl!" she squealed as I more confidently strolled across the room.

"A sway to my hips, great. Just what I always wanted." But Aunt Jenny could see I was too busy concentrating on not falling over than complaining any more.

Soon, I was walking in heels like an old pro. I was actually able to walk in heels without thinking about it. What a triumph. Right!

Aunt Jenny eventually stared taking the photos. She wanted me standing with my hands on my hips, feet slightly apart, looking straight at the camera. "Great, that's it, lovely, OK now smile a little bit, turn around, look over your shoulder, hands still on hips. Lovely, yes!"

We broke for lunch, and Aunt Jenny went off to develop the morning's work. I was feeling rather proud of myself. This whole modelling thing wasn't that difficult after all. Aunt Jenny appeared from the dark room with a glum look on her face.

"It's no good James, the shadows are all wrong. What a waste! I am never going to be a fashion photographer"

Poor Aunt Jenny. I felt really sorry for her. She really had convinced herself that her whole future depended on this catalogue.

"The clothes don't sit right and the light is all wrong because you have a boy's chest, James. See how all the material bunches at the front. I tell you what, if you let me put a bra on you it would probably all be OK."

"A bra, come on Aunt Jenny."

"Oh please James, no one is around. Just slip one on."

I slowly nodded. Aunt Jenny was really relying on me.

"Oh, thank you James, you are such a life waver. Slip off your top white I go and grad a bra for you." She came back a minute later with a white lacy cotton bra.

"it is a very simple Bra James. The straps will match the straps of your lovely dress so they are not too obvious."

Stepping behind me Aunt Jenny guided my arms into the bra. "See if you can reach behind and clip your bra" she said. I breached back and after a few moments of fumbling managed to get it done up. "Not bad, most girls have to clip at the front when they start wearing their first bras." I felt slightly ashamed that I was having this conversation with my aunt, dressed in high heels, a floral dress and now a white lacy b-cup bra. "OK lets give you something to impress the boys with" she giggled rolling up tissue and filling the bra cups. "There, not bad. My breasts were not that large when I was your age. Lucky girl!" she squealed giggling.

"Hmmm" I grunted, "desperately trying to keep some shred of manliness.

The photo shoot continued for another thirty minutes. "You might as well stay in your dress, James, until I have developed these shots. We might have to take some more. I sat on the sofa in the studio waiting for Aunt Jenny. Eventually she reappeared and disappeared straight into the store. Emerging with a pair of white cotton panties that matched the bra. She handed them to me.

"No good", she said, "your shorts keep the dress from falling properly. See, you can see in the photos the creases where your shorts are"

With that she walked away and started loading her camera with more film. There was no point protesting. I lowered my shorts under my dress and stepped into my panties. I was actually quite surprised by how smooth they felt. In fact the whole outfit felt light and delicate against my skin.

Continuing with the shoot Aunt Jenny started to giggle. "Oh James" she laughed. "You are a picture of loveliness but I think you are getting a little excited." She nodded her head down towards my crotch and as I looked down I had never felt so ashamed in the whole of my life. My penis was clearing starting to get excited and was sticking out slightly in front of my floral dress.

"It's the clothes, they feel funny. That's all" I quickly said.

"That's OK dear", replied Aunt Jenny. "I won't tell anyone".

And so finally the shoot ended for the day. Aunt Jenny said she had to pop into town and pick some stuff up while I undressed double quick time and went to the house to watch TV.

Aunt Jenny was surprisingly quiet that evening. Not much was said over supper and she gave me a huge hug before I went to bed. "Thanks" she said in my ear.

The next day she woke me at 8.30. "James, wake up" she whispered, Becky has sprained her ankle quite badly at camp and I have to go get her. Can you look after everything while I am gone?"

"Sure", I replied, rolling over and drifting back to sleep. I was woken again by the front door opening. Aunt Jenny had arrived back with Becky. I quickly dressed and rushed downstairs to meet them.

"Poor girl", said Aunt Jenny, as Becky used her crutch to hobble towards the couch. Her right ankle was heavily strapped but she didn't seem in too much pain.

"Well that's camp finished for the year", she joked and now I have an excuse to do absolutely nothing around the house for two weeks."

"Oh no" said Aunt Jenny, suddenly realising that she had lost her model. "Can't you get another model in?" asked Becky. "Models are expensive and I promised to do this job for free", replied Aunt Jenny.

The whole house went into a depressed mood for the rest of the morning. I went for a walk in town and by the time I came back Aunt Jenny and Becky were deep in conversation at the kitchen table.

"James", said Aunt Jenny, "can we have a word". I felt the weight of doom on my shoulders.

I sat down and Aunt Jenny started by thanking me for all the sacrifices I had made the last couple of days in the studio. Somehow I knew where this was all going but just sat there waiting for her to spell it out. She wanted me to do the modelling. It probably wouldn't work but she wanted to give it a try. Becky would help out getting me ready and if it didn't work then no problem, the pictures would just be destroyed but at least we had given it a chance.

I sat there dumbfounded. I was being asked to act as a female model. I would have to spend the next two weeks wearing skirts and dresses. I could see the Aunt Jenny and Becky waiting for my response. It was both clear that they expected me to say no, and Aunt Jenny made it clear that the decision was mine. If I said no then that was fine.

"Let's do it." I said, "Hell they are only clothes".

"Thank you, thank you, thank you" said Aunt Jenny as Becky jumped up and gave me a huge hug. "We will start immediately" said Aunt Jenny, "I will fix the studio. Becky, take James upstairs to get him ready."

"Get me ready? But all the clothes are in the studio." I said confused.

"Ha-ha, there is a lot more to passing as a cute 16 year old girl than wearing a dress. Don't worry. Becky will show you everything."

I went up stairs and Becky ran a bath for me. "Don't worry, James", she said. "Aunt Jenny and me have discussed exactly what needs to be done but sit back and enjoy the ride. After all it is not everyday a guy gets this level of pampering. Here, rub this cream all over your body, including you bikini line, you are not that hairy but this will remove any you do have."

I followed Becky's instructions as I first removed all my body hair and then soaked in the hot bath. Becky suddenly dashed into the bathroom and I quickly moved to hands to cover my private parts.

"Oh don't be silly. If you are going to dress as a girl we are going to have to just forget all this stupid male-female shyness. Let's just pretend we are a couple of girlfriends getting ready to go out. Believe me it will be a lot easier."

Becky poured some sweet smelling lotion into the bath. "This will make your skin nice and soft" she explained. She sat there as I soaped myself shill rather shy at her presence. Eventually she held up a large pink towel for me and I stepped out. "Oh you have such a sweet little willy James. Look at it, its so cute", she said giggling. "Now we have to moisturise" said "I will help you this time but in future you should moisturise yourself morning and evening" she explained. She used three different creams on different parts of me paying particular attention to my face, neck and hands.

"There you go" she giggled "lovely. OK, back into your bedroom."

In the bedroom I was shocked to see on the bed a pair of breast forms, some underwear and a box full of makeup.

"Mum and I decided the best thing to do was get you ready every morning so that we can concentrate on the clothes during the shoot. Cool with that?"

"I guess" I replied.

"Here, let's start with these" she said picking up the breast forms "Mum picked these up yesterday when she went into town. She thought they would just be used to get the lighting right but they look like a good investment now. A B-cup. Lucky girl".

Now where had I heard that before? The breast forms were very complicated. They had some sort of device that attached to my nipples that gave me sensation when the breast form nipples were touched.

She applied a lotion to the inside of the breasts and carefully placed them against my chest.

"They use a combination of electricity and pressure." she said, tweaking my nipples. They felt really strange. My nipples usually don't have much sensation but that felt great. I had to stop myself letting out a moan.

Becky could see my discomfort. "Sweet", she said, "welcome to the wonderful world of sensitive nipples. But be careful, it is easy to get a little out of control. I have gotten into many a compromising situation thanks to these puppies" she said as she wiggles her breasts in front of me. The glue will hold them in place."

"The glue!" I screamed "But we can get them off?"

"Yes of course, silly, but you have to use quite an abrasive solution to get them off and we don't want to go through this muddle everyday. Don't worry, you will get used to them. Here put this on"

Becky handed me a bra. It was powder blue but similar in design to yesterdays.

"Underwear is a very personal thing, James. So Mum and I decided that you should have your own. Slowly you can build up a collection so that you have the right underwear for each outfit."

I put my new bra on as Aunt Jenny had showed me.

"With your breast you will have to lean forward and get your breasts snugly into the bra cups" she explained.

Then she handed me a thick skin coloured pair of panties.

"No matching panties?" I enquired.

"Don't worry, James. Don't look so disappointed. This is just a gaff to keep your equipment in place. Mum said you had a little trouble down there yesterday."

I blushed. "I am not disappoint..."

"Come on. Let me show you how it works."

They were very constricting and it felt very strange to have balls and cock wedged between my legs held in place by the thick material. My balls were pushed deep into my body cavity. It felt strange at first.

"Lucky you are not very large down there", laughed Becky, see you look just like a teenage girl. Nice flat stomach and smooth crotch. Mum bought the g-strong version because she says you have a lovely bum and she was sure the fell of feminine underwear on your skin would help you get into character. Here you go, sweetie, now you can put on your matching panties."

I slipped on the matching powder blue panties. The material was more satin than the day before and it was a sensation by skin was not used to. I could feel my cock starting to strain against the gaff. Becky smiled but I would tell if she had worked out the source of my discomfort.

The doorbell rang.

"That will be Doris. Here, make yourself decent" Becky said throwing me a pink dressing gown."

"What?" I said.

"She's here to do your hair" replied Becky over her shoulder as she left the room. I didn't have time to protest. A few moments later a middle ages woman with a large box was standing in front of me explaining how wonderful it was how I was helping Aunt Jenny. "Its just so lovely that a young man like you is helping out...I know your Aunt is very proud of you...lucky you have a ponytail so we have something to work with...lovely soft hair...don't worry, James, you will look so feminine by the time I have finished." In no time I was in front of the mirror having chemicals and rollers added to my hair. An hour later my hair had been cut and set. My mousy brown hair was no completely blonde. I have a fringe, and a shoulder length bouncing curls.

"Bloody hell" I said looking in the mirror. "Look at me"

"Tell Doris if you like it" said Becky "she has worked so hard."

Did I like it? I looked ridiculous. My hair could have belonged to any teenage girl. No, not true. This was great hair. I looked like a really cute teenage girl. What else could I say? Doris had worked hard and was waiting for an answer.

"Yes, I like it. Thank you Doris". I said.

Much to my relief, Doris left and I was alone with Becky again. She started on my face and painfully plucked my eyebrows to make them arched. Then came the makeup. I know I was going to have to wear some but it still came as a surprise to have it applied. The whole experience was just so alien to me.

"You have great skin so just a light foundation" said Becky. "Most girls would kill for satin skin like yours... Now a little rouge... Not too much makeup I don't think. Let's keep it simple for the daywear. We can tart you up a little for the evening dresses later. What lipstick do you think? A nice soft pink... One of these? Here you choose... You don't mind? Come on pick one... Good girl, that one, its called `tease'... You don't mind me saying good girl do you it is just that it seems so weird calling you James."

And so on it went. I was surprised how long the whole process took and I had a now understanding of why girls always took so long to get ready.

Eventually I was finished. I have to say I looked great. Better than great. Passing as a girl was not going to be the problem. I looked super cute. A real babe. I actually fancied myself. I say there staring in the mirror as Becky put the makeup away. Without realising one of my hands was touching my breasts through the satin bra. I was clamping my legs together. I was actually very turned on by the sight of this stunning girl staring back at me. Or maybe I was turned on by being this stunning girl.

"Some self-control please ladies" joked Becky spotting me. I blushed again. "That's OK, sweetheart, all girls have to experience their bodies. You will soon get used to it, and what touch pleases you."

I was so ashamed. "Come on, lets go" I said standing up. I started to pull on my t-shirt and jeans but soon realised that the t-shirt was going to be very tight with my new chest.

"Why don't you slip into something easy while we walk to the studio. Here try this".

Becky handed me a short powder blue skirt, very light material .and the white strappy top I had worn before.

Now I want to pause for a moment. Some of the readers might already assume that I had lost control of the situation. I had never considered dressing in girls clothes before and it certainly was not a fantasy of mine. Maybe I had already lost control. But when I took the skirt and top from Becky I felt something else change. I had already suffered the humiliation of dressing like a girl, wearing makeup, having my hair coloured, and even being called a girl by Becky. I noticed when I took the clothes that I was not so embarrassed. I think I had Becky, Aunt Jenny and even Doris to thank for that. At no point had they made me feel a sissy or ashamed. They were taking it in their stride and so, it seemed was I. As I stepped into the skirt I was not thinking "oh hell, I am wearing a skirt", but more "oh hell, this skirt is short."

And it was. It was way above the knee and showed off my bare legs completely. I pulled on the top and arranged it so that my breasts were nicely in place.

"Shoes?" asked Becky. I looked on the floor. There were my dirty trainers along side a pair of open toe sandals. I slipped on the sandals.

Aunt Jenny was overjoyed when I strolled into the studio. I think she didn't even recognise me for a second.

"Well look here. The homecoming queen just arrived. Darling, you look lovely. So pretty. Here, do a spin and let me look at you. Wow, we are going to have to keep an eye on you. I know some of Becky's boyfriends who would love to get their hands on you."

The shoot continued until early evening. I tried on a total of four outfits. One more summer dress, but very short, a lovely long white shirt with a frilly pale green top and two longer dresses.

Aunt Jenny explained to me how different lingerie types and colours had to be worn with different outfits. I was made to change my bra for one of the dresses that had a more open back. Aunt Jenny also suggested that I wear a different bra with one dress that had thin shoulder straps. Each time this was discussed she first asked me to pick out the lingerie I thought would be most appropriate.

"Come on Aunt Jenny, I don't need to know this stuff. Cant you decide."

"I really haven't got time to make all these decisions and Becky might be busy doing other things. Everyone who wears dresses needs to consider what they wear underneath otherwise they might make a real fool of themselves."

I was also reprimanded for not wearing matching panties with the bras.

"What happens if you get in a car wreck" Becky joked, "how embarrassing would that be if you were in the emergency room in bad underwear."

That evening we finally took a breather from the shoot. I was exhausted. I had been standing in heels of different heights all day and under the hot light had to have my makeup touched up three times. Becky had done a great job and I would have looked a real mess without her. I slipped on my short blue miniskirt and the white strappy top and headed back to the house. I was really thirsty and thought I would grab a drink before showering. I flopped down on the couch with an orange juice and tried to make sense of everything that had happened in the last few days.

"Close your legs, young lady". Aunt Jenny was standing in the doorway looking at me. "I can see your knickers. What would a stranger think if they walked?" She seemed perfectly serious. "People drop by all the time and the last think you want is for them to think you are some sort of slut. When you are dressed as a girl you must act like a girl."

"Sorry Aunt Jenny", was all I said.

Aunt jenny then proceeded to show my how a lady should sit. Straight back, legs crossed at the knee or ankle. Shoulders back and chest out but not thrust out like a tramp she explained. I followed her instruction. The positions didn't feel natural but Aunt Jenny explained that after a few months all girls find it natural.

"But I wont have to worry about that", I said, "In a few days I'll be lounging around in my jeans again. I'm going to shower."

As I was standing up the doorbell rang. Becky was walking past the front door and immediately opened it. There was no time for me to disappear upstairs.

"Relax," Aunt Jenny spotted my anxiety immediately and reassured me "just consider it part of your training".

"Not training...acting" I corrected her.

Becky appeared in the sitting room with a middle aged couple. Danny and Louise had brought over some photos and wanted Aunt Becky to select some for framing. They were both in their early twenties. Danny was almost 6 foot. Well build and towered over me. Louise was a stunning redhead, about my size. I found myself studying Louise's clothes. Ah yes, she was wearing a thin summer top like mine. That skirt goes well with her skin tone. Is she wearing makeup? I decided she was but just a little. And her breasts were definitely smaller that mine. Poor women, I thought. Clothes look so much better with a decent chest.

"Sorry to drop in on you like this," Danny said "we have been trying to get hold of you all day".

"Sorry Dan" said Aunt Jenny, "I have been in the Studio shooting all day with Becky and ... my niece"

There was an awkward pause. Obviously Aunt Becky was not able to call me by my real name, James.

"Hi" said Louise giving me the once over.

I put on my softest voice and managed the sweetest most feminine "hello" I could.

"Oh you are from the UK" chirped in Danny, "welcome to the USA, I'm Danny and this is my wife Louise."

He held out his hand and was waiting for my introduction. I looked at Aunt Jenny and Becky. They were giving me silent encouragement.

"Thanks", I said taking his hand. My hand seemed tiny in comparison. More pause and then finally, "I'm Sophie".

Where the hell did that come from? I heard Becky giggling behind me.

"Maybe you would like to get our guests a drink, Sophie" said Aunt Jenny.

"That would be great" said Danny " A couple of wines please".

At least I knew where the wine was from the day before. I stood up as delicately as possible trying not to give Danny a flash of my panties and walked towards the kitchen. I could see his eyes scanning me as I passed him. His eyes darting down to my breasts and then my bum. I was sure he was undressing me in his mind.

I took deep breaths in the kitchen, grateful that at least I had survived so far. Returning to the room with the wine I handed one to Danny and proceed to put the other on the small table next to Louise. Bending over I immediately realised my mistake as I would tell I had just given Danny and eyeful under my short skirt. I quickly shifted to bend at the knee and stop the view he was clearly enjoying.

Danny and Louise stayed for the better part of two hours. Danny was in deep discussion with Aunt Jenny while Louise chatted with me and Becky. I was getting more confident as the conversation wore on. Obviously Louise had no idea I was actually a boy dressed as a teenage girl. In fact she kept on complimenting me on how pretty I looked and asked where I had got my outfit. Eventually the conversation drifted to a BBQ that they were planning that Saturday for their teenage sons Rob and Nick.

"I know Jenny will be away at the weekend but why don't you two come along?" asked Louise.

"That will be difficult" I immediately said, but couldn't think of a decent excuse.

"Oh come on Sophie" chirped in Becky. "It will be fun and you have nothing planned for the weekend."

I could have killed here right there and then. "But what about the photo shoot" I added finally glad I had the excuse.

"But Aunt Jenny will be away showing the client the photos so far so there won't be any shoot."

Why was she doing this to me? There was absolutely no way I was going to go to a party dressed in girl's clothes. I decided to agree now and then argue about it later.

"Great" I said "I look forward to it."

"Oh good! Nick is about your age. I am sure you will get along wonderfully." said Louise.

Eventually Danny and Louise left and I immediately complained to Becky.

"There is no way I am going to that BBQ. I am not a girl. The photo shoot is one thing but this is something totally different."

It turned out that Becky had dated Rob the year before and was absolutely desperate to get back together with him. She begged my, tried to bribe me and then begged me some more. Then Aunt Jenny started in me. She knew how important this BBQ was to Becky.

"Come on now Sophie, Becky has been very good to you. She has spent all day getting you ready and taking care of you. You would have been totally lost without her. I think you can do this one favour for her."

"OK", I finally agreed "but we leave the BBQ as soon as possible OK?"

"OK" said Becky and Aunt Jenny together, clapping their hands in excitement.

"Right, off to bed girls, we have a lot of work in the morning. Becky, help Sophie to get ready for bed. I think its best if we call you Sophie all the time now, just in case we get caught out. How embarrassing would that be?"

Aunt Jenny was making a certain amount of sense. Being called James in public when I was dresses as a teenage girl would be a huge disaster. Becky led me upstairs and showed me how to remove my makeup. I carefully hung my clothes up and then went into the bathroom. The breasts had to stay on Becky reminded me, and I had to go through a whole routine of cleansing, washing and then moisturising. Total time about 40 minutes. I could have been ready for bed in two a couple of days ago.

Becky moisturised my back and told me to do my legs.

"What about my breasts", I asked "Do they need any special maintenance."

Becky giggled. "Oh Sophie, you are so funny. They will be fine. How do you like them?"

I wasn't expecting an answer like that.

"Well they are not too big I guess".

"That's OK Sophie. All girls think their breasts are too small when they first get them"

"I didn't mean..."

"And your nipples are so much bigger now don't you think?"

I looked down and touched the large nipples. I was reminded about their sensitivity. I was totally naked apart from a towel around my waist and Becky wouldn't help noticing my cock stiffening as it responded to me touching my new breasts.

"Don't kneed them silly," laughed Becky, "girls like to be touched gently, well most of the time. Just cup your breast and then run your thumb over your nipple. There. Doesn't that feel nice?"

A huge tingle ran down my spine and I let out a small gasp of pleasure.

"Careful now, Sophie. Look what's happened."

I quickly turned around to hide my now fully erect cock that was peeping out of the towel.

Becky laughed again.

"Come. Let's find you something to wear to bed. I can lend you some of my clothes until you get your own."

"What about my pyjamas" I enquired.

Becky looked at me. I looked back and there was a long gap as she carefully worded her response.

"Sophie, if you want to wear your pyjamas then go ahead. They are on you bed I think. But they are so rough. You have been dressed as a girl all day and absolutely the best bit of being a girl is to fall asleep in soft sheets with a silky nightie on caressing your soft skin as you sleep. Girls dress this way to bed for a reason you know. I mean you have come this far, why not try it. I know Aunt Jenny thought you might like to as she mentioned it to me. But if you want your pyjamas then go ahead."

More silence.

"OK, what did you have in mind?" I eventually asked

"You choose" she squealed with joy running into her room.

Neatly folded in her draw must have been a dozen different nighties and teddies. Some were long and some just thigh length. There were lots of shades of cream, soft pinks and even some dark red and black ones.

"So Sophie, what do you think?" she asked as I surveyed her collection. I had absolutely no idea. "I can see you are completely overwhelmed with choice young lady. A typical girls reaction to a quantity of clothes. Here, try this one. It is my absolute fave."

She pulled out a long cream silk night dress. It was ankle length with two thin shoulder straps that crossed at the back. She lifted it over my head and it fell into place. I was amazed at the softness of it as though it was floating on my body.

"Isn't this fun" Becky giggled as she tucked me into bed and kissed me on the forehead. "Good night Sophie".

The next day passed as a blur. Essentially I was living a life of a teenage girl. The voices of Becky and Aunt Jenny rattling through my head all day. "Come on Sophie, are you still in the shower...let me help you with your mascara...not too much breakfast no one likes a fat girl...oh you found the clothes Becky left out for you, what did you choose to wear? That green top really sets off your eyes...did you find the knickers I left by your door. Plenty to choose from...are you all tucked away like a good girl? OH, let's start the shoot with this long evening dress. Becky had done an excellent job with your evening makeup. You look so seductive... you remind me of Becky at her prom...remind me to tell you a story about my Becky getting caught kissing Bradley by the school head. Bradley is lovely. He would adore you in that dress...you know there is nothing sexier for a girl than when she is first considered by men as a woman... Touch up your lipstick while I change the roll Sophie...oh that dress really shows off your curves, do you like it?"

That evening Aunt Jenny, Becky and I were sitting around the table having eaten another meagre meal. At this rate I was going to be a size zero. It was a warm evening and I was relaxing, at Aunt Jenny's insistence in a short denim skirt and a white t-shirt with `Cute' written across my chest. The resistance I put up was shrugged off with comments about how another customer might appear and that was the only top Becky could lend you at the moment. Becky and Aunt Jenny then suggested that I needed some essentials of my own and that we were going to visit the mall in the morning. "Nothing to worry about Sophie, but we need to get you some bra and panties, a few skirts of your own and some tops. You also need your own makeup. Becky has been very good to lend you hers but every girl should have her own set. You will also need some cosmetics. Becky will help you choose. Would you like anything else?"

"Like what?" I asked "resigned to a nightmare day at the mall.

"I don't know. Whatever. Becky sometimes gets carried away when he shops. It doesn't have to be all drab you know. If you are going to dress as a girl for the next week or so then you might as well make the most of it. Most boys never get to experience this." I obviously still looked confused as Becky butted in.

"Maybe a nice handbag for your makeup" she suggested. "I love bags. What about some sexy lingerie? Stockings or something? Ever tried on a pair of stockings? I don't know what it is about stockings but when I wear them I feel so feminine. You should try them."

"And have you thought about when you are going to wear on Saturday, Sophie?" chirped Aunt Jenny. "Becky will help you pick something out."

The next morning I awoke much more rested. The silk nightie really did fell great against the skin, Becky was right about that. I showered, put on my makeup, under Becky's supervision and then put on some simple white cotton bra and panties under a pale green knee length dress. After breakfast we headed off to the mall. Aunt Jenny had to visit a customer is Becky and I headed to fill up my wardrobe. After about an hour of near panic every time a sales assistant approached up it soon became clear that they thought we were just another pair of teenage girls shopping. We started with the lingerie and Becky picked out some essentials.

"A couple of g-strings in case you are wearing something tight. You need at least 4 or 5 bras to start with. What about this sweet little cotton white one. That would match those panties. And I love satin bra and panties sets, they make me so sexy. I am sure the boys can tell you know, just by the way I walk or something. Why don't you pick a pair? After all you are going to be wearing them."

I just stood there looking blankly at her.

"Becky, I don't care..."

"Stop that Sophie." she had her strict face on. You are going to ruin everything with that attitude. For better or worse we are in this situation and Aunt Jenny and I are trying to make the best of it. Now the very least you can do is stop being so macho and dumb about it. For go's sake Sophie, cant you just try and enjoy it?"

Enjoy it, was she crazy. But she was right to scold me. My male ego was getting in the way and even I was started to get annoyed by myself. The time to make a stand was about 72 hours ago. This is the first time either Becky or Aunt Jenny had been cross with me and it took me by surprise. I felt upset and worried. After all so much of my survival over the next week depended on them both.

I looked at the rows and rows of lingerie determined to make a choice for Becky. I wandered around and eventually picked up a pair of red silk panties and bra, checking my size. Becky giggled. "Sophie!" she squealed "you big tart! Those will drive the men wild if they ever got a sight of them."

"I just thought..." putting them back.

"Do you like these?" Becky asked holding up a pair of pink silk panties and bra set. "Not as racy as the red but still sexy. What do you think?"

"They are nice" I replied. Had I just called them nice?! I held them. "I would wear them on Saturday" I suggested.

Becky was thrilled by that. "See silly, now you are getting the hang of this whole shopping thing."

By the end of the morning we had charged the best part of $1000 to Aunt Jenny's card. As we were leaving I spotted a long tight dark cream lace dress, just above the knee in length. Something about it really appealed to me. "How about this for Saturday?" I asked Becky. Becky had purposefully refused to suggest anything for Saturday's BBQ telling me it was my decision. I picked it up and noticed the delicacy of the material.

"Its gorgeous" said Becky, "go try it own". It fitted perfectly surveying myself in the full length mirror.

"Do don't think my bum looks too big do you? It is very tight?" Becky found that hysterical. "Oh, Sophie, if only I had a dollar for every time a girl had asked that. You are such a sweetie."

When we came to pay Becky told me that we had reached our limit of Aunt Jenny's card. She had set a strict limit. If I wanted the dress I would have to buy it out of my own earnings from the studio. I looked at the dress again and thought about what else I would wear to the BBQ.

"It's so lovely, Becky. I'll pay". I had just bought my first dress.

"We have about an hour to kill before Mum gets back. Let's go get a...ohmygod! There's Rob and Nick. Quick in here"

"Who?" I asked. But it was too late. Rob and Nick were heading our way and had spotted us.

There was clearly some tension between Rob and Becky. Rob was around 6 foot, probably 19 years old and was a real quarterback jock type. Nick was blatantly staring at me waiting for an introduction. He was a little shorter. Maybe 5' 10", had light brown mousy hair. Both guys were in much better shape than I had ever been in. After shaking hands we all started chatting over a drink. They were especially interested in England and what I was doing in the US. What struck me was the tone of their conversation. It was as though they were on special behaviour just for us, trying to impress us. I finally realised what it was like to be a girl being chatted up. "I could get used to this sort of treatment" I thought to myself, before immediately reprimanding myself for thinking that.

Becky said she was off to phone Aunt Jenny to see what was going on. She walked to the other side of the mall and Rob said "Excuse me" a few moments later and followed her. Nick and I watched as Rob caught up with Becky and they were deep in conversation for a good 10 minutes before Rob returned and Becky made the call.

"Well?" asked Nick to his brother.

"I suggested we head up into the hills to lookout point. Nothing else to do" said Rob.

"Sounds good to me" replied Nick.

"What's lookout point?" I asked. The boys both laughed. Becky reappeared.

"Come on Sophie, let's go powder our noses."

"Huh? Oh, yes" I said following her to the ladies.

"Aunt Jenny says we can come home later" said Becky calmly.

"What? We are going to this looking point?"

"Lookout point, and yes. This is real important to me Sophie. I really like Rob. Please come along otherwise they will both disappear."

"OK, can't be any worse than Saturday", I said "what is lookout point?"

"It's a romantic spot in the hills. Don't worry. I will take care of you."

We loaded up the boys' car and that stopped off to get some beer. About 40 minutes later we were deep in the outskirts of town in a remote spot overlooking the country below.

"You can see why it's called lookout point, Sophie," said Becky.

Becky and I were on the back seat at my insistence. The boys in the front flung the doors open, turned up the radio and opened the beers. We chatted and drank for about 2 hours. Rob was clearly the fun jokey one while Nick seemed the intellectual more serious type. I could not believe how differently you are treated as a girl. A little makeup and a dress and you don't have to worry about getting attention. There was no pressure to make conversation. That seemed to be the guy's job. Becky and I just had to sit back and laugh at their jokes.

Eventually the guys went off to relieve themselves.

"You OK Sophie," asked Becky.

"I think I am a little drunk." I replied.

"That's OK, you are doing fine. I am going to try and get Rob alone for a while. You going to be OK?"

"Sure", I said before realising that if Rob was alone with Becky then I would be alone with Nick. "What about Nick?"

"What about him?" she asked.

"What if he tries something? He might find out I am not a girl."

"He won't, just keep his hands where you can see them" she laughed.

Becky saw the guys returning and ran off towards them jumping playfully into Robs arms and giggling. They joke wrestled for a bit before sitting down on the grass about 20 yards from the car.

"Mind if I join you?" Asked Nick planting himself next to me on the back seat and offered me another beer. Nick was actually a real nice guy. He didn't feel the need to keep up with Rob's jokes when we were alone and we discussed our interests. He also liked photography. We must have talked for at least an hour. I noticed it was starting to get dark.

"Wow, it must be late" I said. The beer was really getting to me and my head was starting to swim. I looked over my shoulder to suddenly see that Rob and Becky were not there.

"Where are..."

As I turned back Nick moved in for the kill. I was met by him lips. His hands were on my shoulders as he pulled me towards him. Confusion set it as I desperately tried to clear my head. The next thing I know I can feel Nicks tongue between my lips. He is kissing me. Ohmygod, what am I going to do. He seemed so strong and his weight was leaning on me. I tried to push him away but the beer was making any objections difficult. One of his hands landed on my knee and started to move up my dress. This has to stop immediately. Complete panic set in. I grabbed his hand and put it back on my shoulder. OK, that's better. Close one. If I keep letting him kiss me then maybe he won't go back down there. I remembered Becky's words. Keep his hands where you can see them.

Nick continued to kiss me. His tongue gently explored my mouth and lips. One hand was holding the back of my neck. I just lay there hoping Becky would return soon. Nick's other hand eventually slipped down towards my breasts. I moved it back up to my shoulder but he was an insistent little bugger and before long it was back on my breasts. I had completely forgotten about those damn sensitive nipples. The beer seemed to only heighten the effect. Thankfully he was being quite gentle. He slowly massaged them. Wow that felt nice. I moaned in his mouth. I hope Becky doesn't catch me doing this. And then the biggest surprise of all. I am actually kissing Nick back. Those breasts really do have a lot to answer for. I clamped my legs firmly together trying to get some relief. My little cock tucked away was squeezed between by legs. I could feel my breathing was very fast now. And I had one hand behind him head pulling him towards me. My other hand was on his chest and he put one of his over it. Then I felt him moving my hand a resting it on his lap. I suddenly realised what he was after. I tried to move my hand but his was holding it in place. I could feel his cock in his jeans. He was hard. He took my hand and started to massage his cock through his jeans with my hand. His other hand was still feeling my breasts. I was kissing his deeply now. I just couldn't help it. It all felt so good. His other hand was behind my neck again. That meant...I was still massaging him through his jeans on my own...oh well. Might as well continue if it stops him exploring further was my excuse but if I was being honest I wanted his to keep kissing me and felling my breasts.

"Sophie! What are you doing!"

Becky was standing right by the car staring at me. Nick immediately pulled away.

"You have made a real mess of your lipstick!" she giggles.

Well at least she wasn't mad.

"I see you two are getting on quite well" she said looking down at my hand still resting on Nicks erect cock.

Shit. I quickly moved my hand.

"Becky, where have you been", I said desperately trying to change the conversation.

"Just was a walk with Rob. We bumped into some friends of his and we smoked some grass."

"Grass?" I enquired naively.

"Never mind, you ate too young, she giggled". She was clearly high and drunk.

Nick drove us home. I sat silently in the back while Nick and Becky chatted about school. I felt so ashamed. What had I done? I am not gay but I was kissing a guy and had felt his cock. I felt disgusted at myself. I had to make sure Becky didn't tell Aunt Jenny. I wanted to go back to England. I was miserable.

Eventually we arrived back home. Luckily for me we found a note in the kitchen. Aunt Jenny had been called away for the night. A friend of hers was having marital problems and she was the shoulder to cry on. Maybe I would have time to explain how Nick had jumped on me before she returned.

"I'll unpack the car" said Nick.

"Great, thanks. And then make a couple of cocktails."

I immediately went upstairs and closed my bedroom door. I collapsed on the bed and started to cry. I was still sobbing five minutes later when Becky came in.

"Sophie, sweetie. You are crying!" She rushed over and hugged me.

"I am sorry, Becky" I sobbed.

"Sorry for what? For what happened in the car? Don't be silly. That was just a bit of fun."

"Please don't tell Aunt Jenny. You won't, will you."

"Of course not, silly. Come here". She held me close and I sobbed into her shoulder.

"I'm not gay, Becky. Please don't think I am gay. He kissed ME."

"I know sweetie, I know. It's OK. Guys are like that. They can catch you of guard. And I know you are not gay. Anyway, it would be weird if Nick had not tried to kiss you. You are looking very cute this evening."

We both laughed a little.

"Thanks". I said.

"Listen Sophie, you must be very confused. I was thinking about this on the way home. I mean you have spent all day living as a girl and even hanging out with guys who have been eying you up. Hell, you saw the way Nick was looking at you. I think it is perfectly natural what happened and you don't need to be ashamed. I guess you are like any young girl on a first date. We have all been there Sophie. Every girl is definite that they are not going to let anything happen on the first date but then the guy is so charming and makes you feel safe and buys you drinks. The next thing you know you are at second or third base. Everything you have done today has been like a girl on her first date. Anyone would have reacted in just the same way."

There was a pause. I felt much better. Maybe I was not weird after all. "Do you like Nick?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you think of Nick? Simple question."

"He's a nice guy I guess."

"Was he a good kisser?"

"I don't know. I guess."

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself. He must have been doing something right. Were you enjoying yourself Sophie?"

I felt I could open up to Becky. She seemed to understand everything so clearly.

"Well, at first I was so grossed out. I mean when he suddenly started to kiss me I was in shock. But he was quite gentle and didn't hurt me. Do you think he's cute?"

I wasn't sure why I even asked that question. Looking back I think I must have been looking for some sort of approval from Becky. I mean I hope I hadn't let some ugly geek jump on me.

"Yes, of course he's cute. Do you think so too Sophie?"

"OK, I guess" I replied.

"Was he big?"

"What?"

"You know. You were touching him. Was he big? I remember touching my first one", she said, "Derek Jennings" he was huge. Never did get to see it in the flesh though. Is Nick big?

"Quite big."

"Well...?"

"Well what?"

"What else? She was pressing for more info.

"It was very hard. And it was so hot through his jeans."

"Isn't it great. I always fell so kinda `wow, I did that' when I make a guy hard. It turns me on every time. Well at least it was Nick. He is a sound guy. Could have been worse. Come on, he is thinking you are ignoring him. Let's go downstairs."

"He is still here?"

"Sure, mums out all night so we are raiding the liquor cabinet."

"I look a mess." I said, looking down at my crumpled dress. My face was a mess.

"Come on. Let's tidy you up."

Ten minutes later I had changed into my short denim skirt with my little white t-shirt. Nice and informal I thought. Nothing too sexy. Becky had cleaned up my makeup and even leant me one of her lipsticks to try. It was a darker red than I had worn before.

Eventually we found Nick going through the CD collection by the stereo drinking a beer.

"It looks like you gave Sophie quite the fright of her life Nick" Becky joked. "Let's get her a decent drink.

We started to play drinking games while listening to the music. I had never drunk spirits before and the gin was really strong. We thought about playing spin the bottle but luckily Becky decided that was a dumb game with only three. So we played truth or dare. The questions started off quite simply. Nick took a truth and was asked who the first girl he ever kissed was. It was some girl I had never met. Becky took a dare and had to drink her drink in one. That seemed like a safe bet I thought as it was my turn.

"Dare" I said.

"OK, do you want to dare her or shall I?" asked Nick.

"My turn", insisted Becky.

"Sophie, I dare you to kiss Nick."

What? Had she just dared that?

"I can't do that?"

"You have to Sophie, it's a dare silly."

I quickly moved over towards Nick and kissed him on the cheek.

"Whoohoo" screamed Becky. "I should have been more specific."

"I'm not going to pick a dare again." I said defiantly.

Nick then chose a dare, clearly hoping it was to kiss me.

"Its my turn to dare Nick", I quickly said.

"OK, go on then" smiled Becky.

"Uh, Nick. I dare you to drink the rest of your drink"

A lame dare but a safe one, I thought. Nick downed the rest of his drink.

Becky took a dare. "I dare you to dare Sophie." Nick said laughing.

"What? You can't do that." I screamed.

"Well technically he can." replied Becky "it's in the rules.

"So unfair!" I couldn't help laughing too. The gin really was strong.

"OK, Sophie. I dare you to do exactly as I say for 5 minutes."

"Five minutes. What are you going to ask me to do?"

"I don't know yet, but you have to promise to do as I say. It's a dare."

"OK, hurry up. Let's get this over with."

"OK Sophie. Come here and sit next to Nick."

Here we go, I thought.

Nick was in the middle of the sofa so no matter where I sat I was right next to him.

"OK Sophie. Put you hands on your knees. Now leave them here and you are not to move. Understand?"

"OK," I was suddenly serious but the gin was making this still all a bit of a joke.

"Remember, no moving...kiss her Nick."

Nick immediately lent over and started to kiss me. I initially did not respond but before long found my mouth forced open and I instinctively kissed him back. I was nicer when he was playing with my breasts I seemed to remember.

"Play with her breasts Nick...just like in the car. She liked that. She told me upstairs."

Not fair, totally out of context I thought as a hand started to gentle fondle one of my nipples. The amazing sensation immediately returned.

"You see, she likes that. Don't you Sophie? I can even hear her moan. You see Nick, Sophie is very shy. She has never even kissed a guy before today so you are very lucky. Just rub your hand gently over her neck. I think she likes that. I am like an older sister to her. She is my responsibility. So make sure you are extra nice to Sophie Nick. Promise?"

"Hmmm" he mumbled in my mouth.

"That's good. Isn't that nice of Nick, Sophie? Nick promises to be nice to you so now you must promise to be nice to Nick, OK? So why don't you put your hand on his lap again Sophie, like in the car. That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

"Nooo" I mumbled still kissing Nick. My head was spinning. Why was Becky saying all this? Was she really trying to make Nick be nice to me?

"Come on Sophie, you have already had your hand there once this evening. Be nice to Nick. He is being very nice to you."

Becky was now kneeling next to me so she was barely speaking above a whisper into my ear. She took my hand and without any resistance placed it on Nick's lap.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" she asked, pressing my hand down against Nick's already erect cock. Why don't you stroke it for him? There, just run you hand up and down his jeans. After all they are only jeans you are touching. Can you feel how warm it is Sophie? You told me earlier how warm it was when you touched it...Now Nick, why don't you be extra nice to Sophie and kiss her neck. She has been very nice to you don't you think?"

Nick was clearly enjoying this. I knew he had had some experience with girls but this all being laid on a plate for him. He continued to play with my nipples as he started to kiss first my neck and then my earlobe. I thought it tickled but then realised the shiver was a shiver of pleasure running though me.

"There you go Sophie. What other nice thing can Nick do? I know, he can show you his cock. You have never seen a cock have you Sophie?"

I only barely hear this and it took some time to register. I could fell my hand being moved away from his lap by Becky and then some rustling and shifting by Nick.

"Take a look Sophie" said Becky whispering in my ear. She moved my head and I saw his cock sticking out from his jeans.

"What do you think, Sophie? What do you think of Nick's lovely cock? Wouldn't you like to feel how warm it is? She took my hand and I was in a daze as she placed it on Nick's shaft. It was warm, in fact it was hot.

"He has a lovely cock, Sophie, you are very lucky. Look it is a nice length circumcised and clean and look at the lovely head. Can you see the veins running down the side. And isn't it nice and hard. You made it hard, Sophie. It is hard for you. Go on sweetie, don't he shy, why don't you be nice to Nick and play with it for him. Just move your hand up and down the shaft slowly."

Nick was leaning back on the sofa. His eyes shut. I slowly started to move my hand up and down.

"Look Sophie," Becky said excitedly, "you make him moan, isn't that exciting? Well done. You are really good. Now why don't you play with his balls as well sweetie?"

She took my other hand and placed his balls in my palm. They felt velvety. My head was swimming with confusion, alcohol and excitement.

"Do I stoke them?" I asked, hardly able to believe my ears.

"Just gently stoke them. And don't forget to keep wanking your boyfriend off Sophie. Move you hand up and down. He really likes that. Why don't you come down here on your knees. It is more comfortable."

I was now kneeling between Nicks slightly parted legs. I had his 7 inch erect cock hot in one hand and his silky balls being massaged in the other. My face could only have been about a foot from it.

"Isn't it a lovely cock, Sophie, you are such a lucky girl. Most girls would love to be in this position" she whispered in my ear. "You are such a pretty girl Sophie and very lucky that Nick is so nice to you and is letting you play with his cock. Why don't you give it a little kiss." She whispered.

I shook my head. There was no way.

"Come on Sophie, don't be such a spoil sport. Anyway, you promised to do exactly as I say. OK, just kiss the shaft. Like a little kiss on the cheek."

She was slowly pushing my head forward. I kept shaking my head as she pushed my lips next Nicks shaft. I knew it was coming and managed to purse my lips as his cock touch them. I pulled away.

"Now look, Sophie, you left lipstick on Nick's cock. That isn't very nice of you. Come on, don't get Nick upset now. Lick it off."

I was still shaking my head as she lowered it again. Her grip on the back of my neck was directing it back towards his shaft and this time she kept the pressure on as it touched my lips.

"There's a good little girl. How jost open your lips slightly sweetie and let your tongue remove the lipstick. Lipstick is for girls, isn't it, so you cant leave it all over lovely Nicks cock. Oh Nick likes that. Why don't you run your tongue up and down a little?"

She tilted my head back and forward so my tongue moved up and down his shaft. Nick responded with more moans.

"That's it, now move you mouth a little higher Sophie. Kiss the head of his lovely cock for Nick." She guided my head further until my tongue met the head of his warm cock. "That's it." The texture was different to the shaft and I would see Nick's reaction was different also. Becky continued her instruction.

"Good girl Sophie. Now just run the tip of your tongue around the head. See how he likes that? Look up into his eyes while you do that. Let him see how grateful you are that he is letting you lick his cock for him." I could feel my own little cock straining in my panties under my skirt. I was clamping my legs together which was the only way to achieve any sensation down there.

Now Sophie, this is very important. Nick has been very nice to you all day" she whispered in my ear. "He drove you home and unpacked everything. He took care of you and made sure you got home safe. So now we have to do what girls do when boys have been very nice. You are going to give Nick a lovely blowjob. Wouldn't you like that? Now just open your mouth as much as you can Sophie."

She was right, Nick had done so much for me today. He seemed to have always been there to open doors and take care of me. I was following Becky's instructions to the word.

Now move your head over the top of his lovely cock Sophie. That's it. Now sink you mouth down over it. That's right feel the cock into you mouth. Can you take anymore into your mouth? Yes, that's it. How does your first cock taste Sophie? Isn't it yummy?"

It didn't taste of anything in particular. It was slightly salty and a little musky and very warm.

"Good girl. You are sucking Nick's cock very well. Move your head up and down Sophie. Suck a little harder. See, he is moaning more as you suck harder. That means he really likes you. Keep playing with his balls in your hand Sophie. Move your other hand up and down the shaft like I taught you. That's right, girl. Wank him off into your mouth. See how Nick is tensing his body? That means you are a great little cock sucker. And first time as well. If you are lucky he might cum for you. Wouldn't that be lovely?"

My mind was a blur. I was sucking Nick's cock and he was loving it. I was happy that we was enjoying it. I felt so naughty and yet so powerful.

"Wank him faster with your hand now Sophie. And really suck his cock hard. That's it. Gently squeeze his balls sweetie. That's where he keeps all his lovely cum. Aren't you excited to taste his cum Sophie. Look up into his eyes again. Let him know that you really want his to cum in your mouth. See how his hips are starting to move and tense up. I think he is going to cum for you Sophie. Oh you are such a lucky girl."

I could feel Nick's cock suddenly engorge and become thicker. He tensed up completely and I instinctively clamped my mouth down further on his lovely cock.

"Keep you head down Sophie" Becky whispered, holding my head with a firm grip. The head of his cock was now firmly wedges at the back of my throat. I had stopped moving and he had completely tensed up. Then suddenly I felt Nick shoot a hot spurt of thick cum into my mouth. I was expecting it but the power of it still took me by surprise. I almost chocked but managed to control myself. I couldn't breath. It was so thrilling and I was filled with panic. The first hot spurt was followed by a second and then a weaker third. My mouth was absolutely full of his cum and I remember being annoyed that some had escaped and was dripping down the edge of my mouth.

"Good girl Sophie. You have all Nick's lovely cum in you mouth. That is what real girls have to do everyday and they love it. Did you enjoy that Sophie, I know you did." whispered Becky. "Now be a good girl and swallow Nicks present all up." I took a big gulp and swallowed it. The hot thick saline taste remained in my mouth.

"Wasn't that nice of Nick you let you taste his lovely cum? Now be a good girl and clean up Nick's lovely cock."

Nicks cock was already starting to go limp in front of my face. I leant forward and started to lick him clean, removing all traces of cum left on his head or shaft."

Nick had a huge smile on his face.

At that moment Aunt Jenny walked in and my life changed forever.

"Oh my god", she screamed. She just stood there looking at me kneeling between Nick's legs, Becky next to me, I could feel a little drop of Nick's cum dripping down the side of my mouth. I quickly used a finger to push it back in. I have never been so humiliated. I could not even think of what to say. Sitting there resigned, with Aunt Jenny in total shock, also unable to say anything Nick made the first move.

"I am really sorry, maam" he simple said, jumping to his feet, belting himself up and making an direct line for the door. Aunt Jenny didn't even look at him. I heard the front door close behind him.

"Listen Mum," began Becky, "it's not what.."

"Yes it is" interrupted Aunt Jenny, "it is exactly like that. Sophie, upstairs and get cleaned up. Come down here. Becky, come with me young lady, you have got some explaining to do."

Gratefully I ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. I just sat there sobbing for at most half an hour. My life was finished. I was a guy who had just been caught giving a blowjob to some guy I hardly knew. When this got out everyone was going to think I was gay. I had to go back to England. Yes, that was a plan. Get back there as soon as possible. But I knew I had to apologise to Aunt Jenny first and make peace with here. The truth was only one phone call away from my father. Man, he would kill me.

I stood up and looked in the mirror. The crying had made my eyes a real mess. I sat infront of my mirror and started to tidy myself up. I removed all my makeup and just used a light blush to make me look less stunned and more composed.

Some of nick's cum had dribbled down my chin and stained my top. I grabbed whatever was nearest in my wardrobe, a summer dress, and quickly changed. Then I just sat there, wondering what was next. I had to get out of here. Things had gotten totally out of control. I had to get back to my normal life in the UK. But of course first I had to make peace with Aunt Jenny. If any of this ever got back to England I was finished.

Feeling a little more in control I heard Aunt Jenny shout up from downstairs. "Are you OK Sophie? Come on down when you are ready."

I tentatively went downstairs and into the living room. Aunt Jenny and Becky were both looking very glum.

"Come and sit here" Aunt Jenny said, patting the space next to her on the sofa. I sat.

"Sophie...James, listen" she began, holding my hand. I awaited the inevitable lecture about how I had done terrible things. I already decided that I was not going to blame Becky at all. I would say it was all my doing.

"I am Sorry Aunt Jenny", I blurted out, "Don't be cross with Becky, it was my fault. She didn't make me."

There was silence.

"There was a terrible accident, Sophie. Your father died in a road crash."

I was shocked. I had always hated my father but I could still feel a part of me collapse.

Aunt Jenny went on to explain that my father had never even reached Iraq. He had been killed the day before he was due to leave in a car crash. He had been drunk. For almost two weeks the army and then the UK authorities had tried to locate me but my father typically had not left any indication as to where I was staying. Eventually they had tracked me down through my Brother's uncle who thought I might be here. They had buried my father a week ago.

The next few hours was all a bit of a blur. I cried. Aunt Jenny Cried. We all cried. Eventually I found myself alone in bed. Aunt Jenny had given me a sleeping pill and I was half asleep already. I tried to focus on all that had happened in the last 24 hours. My shopping trip, all the dresses and skirts I had bought, the kiss in the car, sucking Nick's cock and tasting his cum and of course my father's death. "What am I going to do?" I asked myself as I drifted asleep.

"Morning sleepy head" said Aunt Jenny, drawing the curtains "How is my favourite model today?"

I grunted, still half asleep. Aunt Jenny sat beside my on the bed.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked.

Becky walked in behind her carrying a tray of breakfast. I smelt eggs.

"Ah, here it is" Said Aunt Jenny.

We talked about my father, the eggs, the modelling, and the weather. There was no mention of what Aunt Jenny had witnessed when she had caught me with Nick. After breakfast I sat in just my nightdress downstairs, my crimson red painted toes poking out of my pink slippers. Decisions had to be made, explained Aunt Jenny. She knew it would take time for me to get used to losing my father but the UK authorities were keen to make plans for me. A representative from the UK embassy was coming to visit after lunch. I initially wanted to go back to England, but as we discussed it more I realised that I had no family there anymore and although I was too old to be fostered I would have to be supervised. The other option was that I stay in the US. That would be OK with the authorities as Aunt Jenny was family, but of course raised a few problems of their own. Everyone here knew me as Sophie. Eventually we hatched a plan. I would be James this afternoon when the embassy guy visited. As far as he was concerned I was going to stay in the US with Aunt Jenny. When he left I would be Sophie again. I would stay here as Sophie for the rest of the holidays. Everyone we knew here would think Sophie was leaving and after a few weeks away James would appear and hopefully no one would spot the resemblance. We decided it was a great plan and I went upstairs to get changed as James.

Aunt Jenny appeared with a bottle of solvent. "You will need this for your breasts" she said "here let me help." Slowly Aunt Jenny and I began transforming me back into James. A suitcase of my old clothes was brought out, away went all my panties and bras and out came the jeans and t-shirts. The guy from the embassy was only here for about an hour. He mainly discussed things with Aunt Jenny, and before long he was gone. As planned I went straight upstairs, Aunt Jenny followed and my transformation to Sophie began again.

"Oh Sophie, welcome back", Aunt Jenny said checking that everything was back as it should be. "Come here and give your Aunt a hug." She held me for over a minute before releasing me. I could see her eyes had welled with tears.

"Oh Sophie, I think I am going to miss Sophie at the end of the holidays. Don't we have fun?" I remained silent. "And that silly thing that happened last night, I am not angry darling, I was just surprised." We sat down. We were obviously going to discuss what had happened.

"Becky is very sorry she didn't stop it" Aunt Jenny said.

"It wasn't Becky's fault" I said repeating my confession "she didn't make me".

"Did Nick make you do it? Did he force you?"

"No", I said, "It wasn't like that. It just sort of happened. I'm not gay Aunt Jenny."

"I know you are not gay silly. It is easy to get carried away. When you are acting for a long time as someone else then soon you begin to become them."

"You are not angry Aunt Jenny, really?"

"Of course not. But what are you going to do about Nick. You can't avoid him for the whole of the summer." Aunt Jenny explained there were a few choices. I could officially "dump" Nick but knowing guys he would blag to his friends and the guys would be trying it on with me all summer. I could avoid Nick, but that would be difficult. The local community was all very close. Or I could keep dating Nick. I could explain that I had been drunk and that he would have to behave in future. "After all" said Aunt Jenny, "he is a decent guy. I have known him since he was a kid and it is better to have a gentleman dating you than a bunch of vultures pinching your arse every time you walk by."

Aunt Jenny did make a certain amount of sense.

"Will Nick really behave himself?" I asked.

"Sure he will" said Aunt Jenny. "you will soon find out how much control girls can have. Guys are easy to control. Of course you will have to kiss him sometimes. Do you think Sophie can handle that? From what I saw yesterday I assume so. And having a boyfriend will help you keep in character. Nick will expect you to look nice on dates and be all feminine. It will help remind you to be a girl. After all you really don't want a slip up between now and the end of the summer."

So it was it. I had agreed that Nick was going to be my boyfriend. I was going to date him and kiss him just occasionally I told myself. The rest of the day, was spent exactly as most of the last week had been spent. I was in the studio, as Sophie, modelling clothes for Aunt Jenny. Becky was also there and occasionally teased me making reference to the night before.

"Go on, pout those lovely lips like you did for Nick" she giggled.

"Stop it" Aunt Jenny said, also giggling, "You know how embarrassed you were when the first boy kissed you."

But Becky was enjoying herself too much and could see that I was not too annoyed and was just glad that the tension of the night before had gone.

"Oh, Sophie, you look lovely in that evening gown. Better not let your boyfriend see you wearing that, he would jump all over you...those stockings are so sexy, do they make you feel like a sexy girl wanting to kiss her boyfriend? Mum, did I tell you how much Nick liked Sophie kissing him. She must be a great kisser."

"Stop it Becky" laughed Aunt Jenny, "I'm trying to work."

And so came the day of the BBQ. It had been arranged for 8pm. Aunt Jenny had to leave at about 7pm so was not coming, but she was fussing around all day making sure me and Becky were getting ready.

"Come on girls. Sophie you have been in the bathroom far too long...Oh Becky that is such a shirt skirt, are you sure you want to wear that? Oh Sophie, that is such a lovely dress, cream is your colour. That must have cost you an arm and a leg. Oh, good choice of shoes, 3 inch pumps, they really go with the outfit...Becky, help Sophie fix her hair, I've got to go."

And so Becky and myself were ready, with 10 minutes to spare, Becky in a short black skirt and pink tight top and me in my cream lacy dress. I had to admit that it felt wonderful on and I finally realised why nice clothes gave girls confidence. We waited patiently for Rob to pick us up. Becky took the time to remind me how important it was that the evening went well.

"You must be nice to Nick. If he doesnt like you any more you are going to be single all summer and the guys will pester you all the time."

We had been over it a dozen times.

Rob arrived, without Nick and soon we were at the BBQ. There were more people than I had expected, all presumably friends of Rob and Nick's. I was introduced to all sorts of people and Rob and Nick's parents had obviously agreed to leave for a few hours. The music was cranked up and the party started to get a bit wilder. A few people had smuggled liquor into the house and were passing the bottles around. I had a huge sense of deja vue and decided not to drink too much . I hung around Becky who was chatting about shopping to her female friends. They all complimented me on my dress and I felt so happy that I had made a good impression. They guys were mostly over the other side of the room chatting about sports. But as the booze flowed more freely everyone mixed more. One thing was clear though, Nick was ignoring me. As the night wore on I got more and more worried. This was not the plan. I had already had three jocks flirting with me and one even pinched my arse as he walked past me. Becky dragged me into the bathroom and explained that she had heard that Nick's ex girlfriend was here. I cant believe it, I was actually feeling jealous. Nick's ex was getting in the way of my plans with Nick. He was supposed to be my boyfriend.

"Don't panic Sophie, just look his way occasionally and smile if he looks back. Don't act sulky."

As the evening progressed the guys got more and more drunk. Luckily Nick's ex made out with another guy, presumably to annoy Nick, but the end result was that they both left. Nick tapped me on the shoulder.

"Want to take a walk?" he asked.

"That would be great," I replied genuinely happy that he had asked me. Hopefully we could seal our relationship in front of everyone this evening and the other guys would get the hint to leave me alone.

Nick took my hand and let me into the garden. The garden was very large and we walked right to the end chatting about the party.

"My ex is so history" he assured me turning to face me. I knew now was the time. I tilted my head back and looked up at him inviting him to kiss me. We embrassed and kissed, our tongues dancing together.

"You look so pretty tonight" he said "the prettiest girl here" .

"Thanks" I smiled happy that I had worn the dress and put my makeup on so carefully. He really likes me I thought. This was going to work.

We sat on a bench at the end of the garden. The main house was out of view and we were alone. We kissed some more and Nick moved a hand onto my bare knee. "No, please play with my breasts" I pleaded knowing I had to change his direction but secretely feeling arounsed by all the kissing and knowing how great it felt when he touched them.

He immediately decided that this was a great idea and started to gently feel my nipples through my dress. Once again I almost instantly started to moan as the fake breasts sent pulses through my own nipples. He could tell now what was making me excited and adjusted his hands to get the best results. Soon I was almost panting in his mouth as he still kissed me, my legs clamped together.

"I want you to be my girlfriend" he said, pulling him mouth away from mine but still playing with my breasts.

"I'd really like that" I said, leaning forward and kissing him again.

So I finally had my boyfriend. Maybe the summer was going to be a breeze after all. And in any case these breasts were giving me more thrills that I had ever experienced before.

"Can I play with your cock again?" I asked. I was shocked I had even said that. There was no blaming it on the booze this time. But I was so turned on, and I really wanted to make Nick happy.

He nodded silently and I moved my hand down to his lap. I undid his belt and then unzipped his flies. He was wearing white cotton shorts and I would see his cock straining against the thin material. I reached in his fly and placed my hand around his shaft. I looked up into his eyes. We were not kissing. And he had stopped playing with my breasts. It just was me and his cock. I started to move my hand up and down, alternating my view from his cock to his eyes. I gave him a cheeky grin.

"Would you like me to suck it again?" I asked as innocently as possible. "I would like to taste you again Nick."

Without waiting for an answer I leant forward and started to lick his shaft. I was so much more confident this time and it didn't feel dirty or wrong. Everyone thought I was a girl and Aunt Jenny and Becky had both explained how it was almost expected of me when I was Sophie. I was just a girl giving her boyfriend head. I moved between his legs and started to suck his cock. My head bouncing up and down. I tried to imagine that my mouth was a wet pussy gliding up and down on his cock.

"Harder" he grunted and I clamped my lips with encouragement firmer around his thick shaft. I decided that I liked the taste of his cock. It tasted musky and manly and somehow I felt safe around him. Tasting his cock in my mouth somehow reassured me that I was safe with my man.

Without realising I had started to play with his balls. I could fell him starting to cum but I didn't want his to cum so soon. I slowed my handiwork down and removed his cock, looking up into his eyes.

"I want you to cum in my mouth again sweetheart" I said, holding his cock like a lollipop and licking his head. I started to suck him again. Soon Nick would shoot in my mouth again. This time I was going to be ready. I was going to make sure my boyfriend had the best orgasm I could give him. I felt his hips starting to tense up and clamped my lips around his head. He started to cum and I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the power of his cum shooting down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could; making sure that any dripping down my chin was collected and lapped up like a dog. Nick was sitting there and slowly started to do up his slacks.

"Thank you" he said "I gotta tell you that you give great head. Most girls don't seem to like it but you are so into it. Thanks."

Was I embarrassed or glad? I am not sure. We returned to the house hand in hand. Becky came rushing over and without even asking seemed to know what had gone on.

"You are such a filthy girl young Sophie, she said. "Who would have thought that you would love sucking cocks. My my, we have come a long way."

The rest of the evening was fairly dull as people drifted off. Nick kissed me goodnight when his parents returned and I want to bed happy at what had happened. In fact I was truly happy for the first time in ages. The summer would be great. And I really hoped it would not end. Needless to say it did end, but Sophie didn't return to England. She stayed. And I dated Nick for the next year. I must have sucked his cock twice a day in a desperate attempt to stop him finding out about the truth. In the end he went off to college and Becky and I moved on also. We both went to New York where my "kind" had a proper community. I have a lot of oral sex over the next year. Becky was right. I definitely had a taste for it. Eventually I lost my virginity to a guy who looked just like Nick. But I would always remember my first guy, and how lovely his cock was.

The End.