Oh, have I?" I said. Next, she took the waspie and put it around my waist. "I think this will pull you in a bit, as your tummy is fat and it will give you hips like a girl's." She drew the laces together as it cinched my waist. "There, that's better. It's not too tight, is it? I've a good mind to make you wear it all the time," she laughed, "and keep that tummy in! - too many sweets!" The doorbell rang again, "Oh Michael, will you see who it is, please". I sighed and ran down stairs and opened the front door. A telegram boy stood there with a silly grin on his face. I reached to take the message, but he leered "What about my tip, then".

Anna clasped my hands in hers. "This is going to be the start of a wonderful day, Alice, and I think that our dresses have made it lovely that we can share a day together as two pretty girls!" The music is a bit naff. Cheesy tunes aren’t really my thing, but to be surrounded by queer women of so many different ages and demographics warms me. I’ve never been in a place with so many people from my community, and it makes my heart full.

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Oh, mum, I look so like a girl - I don't know what to say! I mean, I never knew I could look - er, well, you know; so pretty! It's funny; I don't know what to say!" I felt odd and light headed as I turned to look sideways, drinking in the flow of my dress as I turned. As it flowed out, the movement lifted the hem to show a glimpse of the petticoat lace, and a shiver of excitement ran through me as I realized that I looked quite beautiful. Suddenly, I felt relaxed and very happy, and turned to my mother and shrugged, "Mum, I think it's wonderful what you've done to me; I'm not sure what I feel; I just feel mixed up! I know a boy shouldn't say it, but I think that I like wearing this dress and these girls' clothes, and for some reason I'm enjoying it. Is that wrong?" Er, no, not really, but your sister thinks that if you wore the bridesmaids' dresses, it would be better, as you're not the smartest two I have ever seen, even if you have new suits."

The house was full of noise, doors opening and shutting, calls of "Have you seen this", "Where's my hat", etc. It was wonderful as the evening drew on, and we gaily flitted to and fro, delighting in our new world of showing off our femininity and the pretty clothes we were wearing. We fell in behind him, and once we were out of earshot, he exploded "Who the hell said you're to have girl's names?" But surely you want to enjoy yourselves as boys, and get out of those dresses?" We looked at each other, and then I blurted out "No! I want to spend the rest of the day enjoying this feeling, and so does Anna!"

Aunt Doris looked slightly haggard in the morning. Not hung-over. I knew what hangovers look like. Aunt Doris asked me to drive her to the nearest airport, about two hours away from College Town. There was a 7:30 flight for Los Angeles. She said she had to be on it. She had appointments in Tinseltown. Important appointments she couldn’t afford to miss. If you want to follow Goddess Lynn, you should consider opting for a multiple-month subscription discount, since your wallet is about to get some serious exercise. Otherwise, be sure to behave, and enjoy the sexual wonders that Goddess Lynn introduces you to. #10. Arielle Scarcella – Most Raw & Real Lesbian Just wanted you to know I wasn’t afraid,” she said, “of touching you. Of having you inside me. That’s what I wanted. I was thinking of you, that’s all. And it was so silly. Silly me, that is. Silly.” I realized that for some reason I had softened my voice. I blushed and then retorted, "Well, it was your idea for me to dress as a girl at your wedding, not mine!" Marriage, Aunt Doris told me over Baked Alaska, was a bum deal. To be avoided at all costs. Enjoy youth and freedom while you’ve still got them. Keep on enjoying them even when they’re gone, that’s the secret. Aunt Doris was briefly married to a Hollywood millionaire. She thought both things, Hollywood and millionaire, would make her happy. She said she thought her dreams had suddenly come true. Two years later, she got a Mexican divorce and half the rich man’s loot. Maybe happiness was only a dream.

Peter then smiled, and, keeping hold of my hand said, "You see, even doing this feels natural now; and to be honest, I think you look very pretty." Five minutes later, our door opened and my dad came in. "How're you doing boys? I've come to ask you both a favour, and I won't blame you for refusing." Soon everyone was ready, and we discovered that we had a car to ourselves. It was thrilling as we left the house and walked down the path to the car, now taking dainty steps and lifting our skirts, bringing delighted gasps from the girls watching, at the sight of our lacey petticoats. It’s then when I glance up that I realise 30 people are watching. Previously I’d had this idea of sex as something I could only do with someone I was very attracted to or emotionally invested in, but this was a person I had zero attraction to and did not ‘trust’ emotionally. But rather than freeze up, panic or overthink, it just happened and turned out to be no big deal. I think parties like these mean you’re naturally operating outside of your comfort zone, and so I find myself saying yes.I think there’s plenty of reasons people want sex, and being turned on is just one of those reasons. I definitely wanted to have sex with him, but it’s more from a trying-new-things and sexual exploration point of view.

I lifted my dress without thinking and followed my mother to my sister's room, enjoying the swirl of my skirt as it billowed round me, thinking how lovely the rustle of my petticoats sounded. The feeling of the heels made me take shorter steps, and again I felt the shiver of excitement run through me which set my nerves tingling. What!" we said together, "She wants us to do what?" I turned to Peter, "She wants us to dress as girls! You must be kidding!"Something seemed to go pop in my head as I shyly looked at him, feeling an inner excitement. "I think the name Alice is very sweet, don't you?" I knew that I had spoken in a higher voice, but just felt that I had to. Out in the parking lot, both of us woozy from low-grade champagne and pre-lunch martinis, Aunt Doris handed me the keys to her convertible. “You drive. Get used to driving dreamboats for a change.” She looked at me in surprise. "I think you two are really enjoying this little game of pretend girls, aren't you?" We both nodded, and she said "Bless you both, anyway, for not spoiling my day!", and she leant forward and gave each of us a big kiss.