Barely dressed, and at a friend’s house (Part 1)
I took off my shirt and pants, and put them to the side. Then I stared at the dress in front of me. In a friends house, I was about to become a girl.
A week earlier I had made a deal with another friend, that if she dressed in a nurse uniform if I dressed up in a maid uniform. Valentines day was coming, so I did this half for the sake of her boyfriend (also my friend, who’s been much ‘deprived’ since getting together with her) and half for the fact I just wanted to see her dressed up (she’s the type that’s usually shy about flaunting her body, although you could tell that she would look good).
So that’s how I ended up at my friend’s house in her bathroom, in a state of undress, trying to figure out how I would put the dress on.
I was thankful when there was a knock on the door. “You need any help with the dress?” she asked from behind the door. “Please May.” I replied. She came in through the door, and after a while finding the dress, she turned it so I could get in. “You’ll get lost under the layers if you don’t get any help,” she said. I lifted my arms up and squeezed into the dress, but as I did so there was a pop. “Uh oh,” I gasped. It had seemed that one of the seams had popped. “Its okay relax,” may replied, “it’s just a seam, but anything more and I would’ve killed you. Now hold your breath,” she said as she pulled down the rest of the dress. I sucked my stomach in as much as I could, and I continued to hold it, too scared that if I breathed anymore, the dress would fall apart.
30 minutes later, we were in her room, wig on head and pads on chest. I was sitting on her chair, and she sat opposite me, makeup kit to her side. “Alright, well Kelly really wanted to do your make up, but she got called out by her parents. I’ll do it until she comes back,” may looked at me, then tossed me her nail file block, “here, busy your self with this.”
I looked at the block amused. Each side had a use – file, smoothener, and nail polisher or something. I started filing my nails and my friend started putting on makeup.
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She put the brush down and looked at my face again. “Alright, we’re done,” she said, “you were good to draw on, you barely moved, even when I did your eyes.” “I was just too scared to move”, I replied, “I got drawn on where I’ve never been drawn on before!”
“Come, we’ll show you to the mirror,” may said, leaving her room. I followed after her, nervously looking around when I entered the corridor. Then I ran to where she was.
Looking in to the mirror, I saw a girl looking back. I parted my hair and looked again, a little in disbelief. “Wow it’s really well done,” I told May. “Thanks she replied.” Just as we were saying this, the sound of footsteps approached through the corridors. May ran over to look. “Hey come over here!” she said to a person I couldn’t quite see. The foot steps came over until a boy, around maybe 18 appeared. “What do you think of her?” she asked him, pointing to me.
I shied back.
To be continued…
Meanwhile, here are some pics from the day!~ (more coming with next part)
Very nicely written post (and pics). Did posting help your feelings? How did you feel dressed up? Does having your friend help you make you feel more confident? I read your first few posts and empathise.
Hi Jamie, thank you for your comment! Yes, I think posting here helps my feelings – I get to think things through and I can be honest I think, because this place is somewhere I can just say what I feel without worrying too much who will read it.
Actually, one of my friends asked me the same question: “How do you feel dressed up?”. I didn’t know what he expected me to answer, but honestly, it felt completely natural. I felt good, and I really liked how the clothes looked, so I was glad I could wear them. It’s nice because I can pretend that I am someone different to myself – leaving behind the stress and worries in my life, and be – for just a few hours – someone completely different. And it’s fun, when you get into it.
Having a friend definitely made it better, because it made things feel more normal. They knew what they were doing too, which was really good. It can be quite nervous when it comes to changing, so I really appreciated the help.
I wonder, forgive me if I’m wrong, but would you happen to cross-dress yourself?
Yeah I do cross-dress, and I really related to your comment “Is it because you’re so desperate for a girl that you like changing yourself in to one? I don’t know.” That was actually my motivator for getting into it in a way – I felt so attracted to these beautiful creatures and wanted desperately to be as attractive. I suppose cross-dressing was my path to feeling loveable.
I guess every person is different, but lately I’ve actually been less driven towards it – one factor has certainly been a big improvement in my self-esteem. However, there was always a strong sexual component to it as well and that’s where it arises every now and again.
Every now and again I contemplate taking it further, acquiring my own shoes/dresses/underwear/makeup. So far I’ve only gone as far as underwear – you’re a lot bolder I think, getting a friend to help and talking to others about it (I’ve really only shown it to one person). Dressing up, going outside and taking pictures is admirable – the furthest I’ve gone was going out with underwear on under baggy clothes.
Mmm, actually I can understand what you mean by it being a path to feeling loveable – for me, it was like a sense of belonging, and feeling close with my (girl) friends, which was a driver for me.
I think we are surprisingly similar, in that I’ve also been less driven towards it recently. Perhaps it has also been because of an improvement in my self-esteem as well (if you saw me around people, you wouldn’t believe it, but I actually lack a lot of confidence in myself).
For me, I really like the look of girls clothes. I wonder if in my case, I would be satisfied dressing up my girlfriend in the event that I get one.
I think just take things at your own pace.
It was actually quite hard for me to start telling my friends – some thought it was strange, while others actually quite liked it (in the girls that is). As friends, they get over it though, and now we sometimes joke a little about it.
A recent motto for me has been do, rather than regret. I’ve also always believed that you only live once, so you should make the most of your life now.
The only boundaries that exist are the boundaries that you set for yourself.
you are so cute…
haha… thanks XP