"Would you take me to the prom?"
I suddenly hated this game, I had picked truth and now my best friend asked me if I would take her to the prom. Don't get me wrong, Jazz is very pretty and I love her to death, but she confessed to me more than a year ago that she likes girls. It broke my heart although I never told her. Somehow I've had this fantasy that she and I would one day be more than friends, lovers and partners eventually.
We go back to second grade, we live in the same neighborhood, although she's in the mansion area, let's say the more wealthy section of our community. But somehow from my room across a huge field and some backyards I can see her room. We used light signals to communicate, we both learned morse while in third grade. It was our secret. Since then we both got telescopes and we would look at each other and we made up some sign language to chat. I've helped her pick out dresses to wear that way and she often had me match the color of my t-shirts with her own outfits.
When we got older we got cellphones and we chat a lot that way obviously but we both hold fond memories of the old way. We have always had similar interests and many years of doing homework and class projects together. I was always welcome in her home and so was she in ours. But when she told me her interest was in girls I realized that she didn't share my idea of our future together. And then now suddenly she asks me about the prom and I have to speak the truth. Of course I said "yes", it was the truth. No one was surprised, most of our friends don't know about her sexual interest and they see us as the ideal couple.
Next time it was my turn I picked "dare", no way would I speak the truth again in that game. Somehow she got the opportunity to set my dare and she gave me an impossible challenge. I was to wear whatever outfit she would pick for me to the prom. I could do nothing else but agree or lose my face. No one was concerned about this but me. And I was right, the day of our Junior prom I had to be at her home early in the afternoon. Her parents were gone for the night, ever since they learned about their only daughter's preference for girls they had no fun in prom preparations anymore. I felt sorry for her but I guess in her Arabian heritage lesbian activities were not accepted.
When I arrived at her home she wanted me to take a shower first and she gave me very girly soap and shampoo to use. Then I was to wear what she would layout on the bed. Indeed my biggest worry turned out to be true. On the bed was a dress, a beautiful white satin dress, but a dress nonetheless. There was also some lingerie, all white as well and white sandals with quite a heel. Now I'm not the type to back out of a dare, but the dress I could handle, just not the underwear. So I worked myself into the dress leaving the rest on the bed. The dress had a sheer section at breast level and my nipples were very visible I noticed when I looked in the mirror. And the skirt was very open in the front, my own boxer short that I had put on was very visible and did clearly not match, nor did my hairy legs although my blond hair was luckily not as obvious as darker hair would have been.
There was a knock on the door and Jazz said "Chris, are you dressed?" When I grunted she opened the door and I was suddenly speechless. She was wearing the same dress, though all of hers was black, which fitted well with her black long hair. She looked like an Arabian princess and all I could say was "Wow!" She laughed, then looked me over, slightly disappointed with my lack of using the lingerie. It was clear that the sheer section was perfect if you used a bra under it and in no time she had me wearing mine. Next were the garter belt and stockings but first my boxer had to come off. There was no hiding how attracted I was by her looks and no way did I fit the panties that she wanted me to wear with my monster sticking out. She actually smiled like she was satisfied with my reaction. She pushed me back on the bed and sat on her knees in front of me and before I knew it my dick was in her mouth. It was a fantasy come true and I have to confess I didn't last long. But when I came it just wouldn't stop. Spurt after spurt I kept shooting in her mouth until I was finally empty. She let go of me and my limb member was smaller than I remember ever seeing it. Even my balls had shrunk and she had no problem tucking my stuff into the panties, with no obvious bulge visible.
I noticed she pulled something from her mouth, it almost looked like a condom, but before I could get a better look she had put it away in a metal box. She said nothing at my questioning look, instead started putting the sandals on my feet. She helped me standing up and guided me to the mirror. Now I was in shock, if it wasn't for my face you could imagine a girl in a very sexy outfit. Not with a lot of chest obviously but the built in corset gave me enough figure to show off curves. And the lingerie was very delicate, my bra showing through the transparent sheer and my stockinged legs very visible. I was about her size in the heels as we had always been similar in length.
She made me practice walking in the heels while she got ready at the makeup table. She was very good I noticed, although I never really saw her with a lot of makeup on. Eventually it was my turn and she needed much more time. I don't have much of a stubble but she had to work hard with some electric tool to get me smooth. She also used it on all the visible skin making my skin very soft. She painted my lips and brushed my cheeks and did some girly thing to my eyes and eyebrows. She did my nails, extending the ones on my fingers and painting them as well as my toenails in the same red as she used for my lips. And finally she worked on my hair. I typically have a ponytail to keep my long hair in place but she brushed it all out and made it into a very feminine style. I couldn't believe how my face changed and at some point I could not see anything else but a pretty girl. Finally she was ready and we stood together in front of the mirror, two beautiful women. And Jazz said "Introducing Jasmine and Christine". I looked at her and nodded, not often does she use her official name but it was fitting, looking at us. Likewise I didn't mind her turning my name into its female version.
It's funny but I could suddenly sense a slight bit of distress in her. She was looking intensely at me at I noticed her licking her lips apparently clearing some drool. I realized that she was now turned on by me and perhaps imagining a future for us together although not quite the same as I had fantasized. And suddenly it hit me, she was getting wet in her lingerie. And I did the same to her as she did earlier for me. I pushed her back on the bed and pulled her panties down. One sniff confirmed how wet she was and I simply dug my tongue into her hairless cunt and licked her out. I clearly hit the right spot as she started moaning and before I knew it she came. A lot of wetness came from her and I tried to keep up sucking and swallowing her juice. Again she came and finally after the third time it seemed her juices were done flowing. When I looked in her face she was clearly in heaven and I was happy I had gotten her there.
It took a bit to get clean and all the makeup back the way it should be.
We spent the rest of the afternoon practicing dancing. She guided and it made it easier for me to adapt to the heels. It was clear that I was the girl in this relationship. Funny thing is, I didn't mind at all. I know nobody would recognize me and the friends that knew about the dare would probably not believe it was me. So I gave in being a girl, Jasmines girl, and acted accordingly. Before we knew it we had to go to a restaurant she had made reservations for. I knew it would be middle eastern or Asian. And Asian it was, I think she felt more comfortable that way, as the Arabian culture was just not ready for a lesbian couple.
She drove us and we got quite some looks by people, many smiles but some were also envious of our beauty. The food was great. We managed to get some pictures taken and finally arrived at school. I have to say it was magical. The music was very similar to what we had practiced at. Jazz was amazing in leading me and although many people were shocked to learn that she preferred girls we looked so amazing together that people just nodded their acceptance. Nobody but a few friends knew it was me in her arms and they looked dumbfounded at first and then simply accepted me as a girl. At some point when Jazz left to get us some drinks a handsome boy, I think from the swim team, asked me to dance and my friends pushed me up to go. It went well and we looked good on the floor but I preferred my Jasmine nonetheless. "Sorry to see that you're gay" he whispered when he took me back to my table and I simply gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
It was the first time I noticed how girly I acted. When I started paying attention I realized I was sitting perfectly as a girl with my legs crossed. I had no trouble at all to keep my voice soft and high. And one other occasions where I danced with a boy he squeezed my breast and I felt a shiver going through my body. Jazz quickly took over from that boy but all I could think about was the feeling of a breast that should not have been there. I tried to explain it to Jasmine and we finally went to the restroom together. Without even thinking I entered the ladies room and when I looked in the mirror it was clear that my curves were more pronounced. I had to pee and Jazz had to help me to get my dress up while I sat down and she told me to wipe myself so that my panties wouldn't get wet. When I wiped I couldn't even feel my shrunken package and I wanted to look but then some other girls entered the room and I quickly pulled up my panties. Without thinking I touched up my lips and the other girls were complementing how good the two of us looked.
I know I should be more freaked out but it was easier to simply give in. I had never seen Jazz so happy and I felt the same. I finally had her in my arms and if I had to be a girl to experience that then so be it. I was chosen prom queen and the first boy I danced with (ever) was my king. We did one more dance together in front of everyone and when he finally gave me back to Jasmine he told her what a lucky girl she was.
When we left we drove to a hotel where Jazz has booked a room. We slowly undressed each other and it was clear I had a nice pair of breasts now and a fully functional vagina where my manhood used to be earlier that day. My curves were still there even without the corset of the dress and my whole body was smooth, not one hair to be found. Jasmine explained she had rented the two dresses and she was told they were to be worn by soulmates. Love would do the rest. She had thought that maybe she would turn heterosexual by the dress or even male perhaps but it was clear I was the one who had changed most. We did a lot of experimenting that night and I learned what it meant to be a woman and a lesbian one at that. I have to confess it didn't disappoint. We switched back and forth taking the lead or laying back but no matter what the sex was so gentle and sincere. Jazz had brought some toys but it was never rough or quick like when a man gets involved. It also helped that being able to come multiple times in a row added a whole extra dimension that I never before experienced as a man.
In the morning Jazz drove me home. We were still wearing our dresses and when my mom saw us she was ecstatic. She simply accepted I was a girl now. It would be easier given the fact that I have two sisters and no father as he left us when we were very young. She made a ton of pictures and eventually helped me get out of the dress as Jazz had to return them both. I kept the lingerie though. I had to borrow some clothes from my sisters but mom promised she would take me shopping later. It was fun, we were never that close before, me being the only man in the house. But now, with the other girls coming as well we had a field day together. I was never so much into shopping but it suddenly felt natural to try out things, even if we had no intention to buy. But in the end I ended up with a decent wardrobe, much more girly than my sisters had ever worn. Mostly dresses and skirts, maybe one pair of very tight jeans. I had leather leggings and also a leather skirt and shoes with quite a heel that matched very well.
School was weird at first. I was required to take a complete physical and the outcome was that I was a fully functional female. It was assumed that I must have had a hormonal dysfunction, I guess no one believes in magic. Funny thing was that I used to be in the men's basketball team as a point guard although I wasn't a starter. But now I was on the girls team and I was quickly becoming the star.
I spent more and more time with Jasmine at her home often staying the night. Her parents were actually okay with it, they have known me for a long time and always had hopes for us to become an item, but with Jazz coming out as lesbian that was rudely disturbed. Now that I was officially a girl they had peace with the situation. I had always gotten along with her father, he had taken me to baseball and basketball games where Jazz had no interest. I was the son he needed and he was a bit of a father for me. Nothing really changed now that I was a girl. We went to many games together and got very close. He started introducing me as his future daughter in law and he proudly showed pictures of me and Jazz together.
Jasmine convinced me to apply for the same college as her. I needed to work hard on many subjects as I had been quite lazy before. Both her and her parents helped me though and my test scores went up and so did my GPA. It was enough to get accepted and we would be roommates for years to come. I know that eventually we will get married and have some kids. Apparently the time she gave me a blowjob she saved all the sperm in a special, I assume magic, box. It should be enough to make her pregnant twice or maybe three times, the magic would guarantee that. I could even get impregnated by it but I'm not sure if I want to be both the father and the mother of my child. But we'll see, there's enough time to worry about that.