And as we chatted and got more comfortable with each other, it never crossed my mind that I was still a boy, and as Ron she wasn't interested in me, which I now understood. She wanted me to try her drink and she caught me, with a smile, when I lined my lips up exactly with her lipstick on the glass, rather than drink from the other side. I tasted her before the drink and I thought it was very satisfying. She got us both a new drink and before she handed one to me she took a sip first, leaving her mark on the glass. And I loved the way she winked at me when she did so. I took her glass and took a sip, then gave it back with my own mark, and she carefully sampled my taste as well.

When a nice song was played she pulled me on the dance floor, and I felt flutters in my belly. I could not determine what I liked better, her hands on my leather, or my hands on her metallic dress. And when I told her, she nodded, she was still figuring it out and she liked that best.

It wasn't uncommon for two girls to dance together, but one minute into a very slow song our faces were so close together, and suddenly she kissed me. I felt so good in her arms, I simply opened my lips and let her tongue in. I didn't mind that she was a bit more forward, and I enjoyed her tongue probing the inside of my mouth. Then I wanted my own probe, and our tongues twisted together as she let me in.

It was unlike anything I had ever done, ever tasted. Her lipstick tasted so good, her teeth were perfectly smooth, and her mouth was fresh and sweet from the drink earlier. What I liked even better was how she pulled me tighter into her.

We were totally unaware of the rest of the world, we kept slow dancing as everyone else was going wild on a fast song. Until finally someone tapped my shoulder, and as I looked it was a teacher who said, “Maybe take this somewhere more private?” But she had a nice smile on her face.

I simply followed Veronica as she pulled me off the floor, and I heard a guy say “No wonder she wouldn't kiss me”, and someone else said “I voted for her”. I couldn't care less, had no idea where we were going and suddenly we were outside in some sort of a garden. It was beautiful and she explained that she was a member of the Botanical club and thus had access to the gardens. No one would bother us here.

As we found a bench near a small pond with water trickling down, we sat down, bodies together, her arm around my shoulder as I nestled my face against her breast. She spoke first, “Sorry about that kiss. Okay, I'm lying, I'm not sorry at all!”

I giggled, and I said “I have never experienced anything like it, I couldn't get enough of you.” Both our sentences were laced with the need for more, the need two new lovers had for each other. And as I looked up at her face she kissed me again.

I have always smirked when someone would say something like fireworks going off, but that will never happen again. The smirking that is, as my whole head experienced the most beautiful show of colors, sound and smell. I think her tongue was in the back of my throat, and I could clearly feel one hand under my leather, as my own hand cupped her breast. We were both moaning now, and I couldn't believe my luck that this was happening with the girl I have had a crush on for years.

Funny thing is that when we finally took a breather, her words were very similar. “I can't believe my luck that I have finally found what I've been looking for for years.”

And I replied, “I'm just happy that it's me you finally found.”

And in the quiet of the garden we could finally really talk, and she told me how confused she was in her life about not having any interest in boys. And she knew she liked girls, specifically the ones that wore nice dresses and heels, although they typically did that to attract boys. She had once been in a short relationship with a girl that was more manly, more dominant, and who looked for a girly girl herself.

I opened up about my time as a crossdresser and my recent confusion on gender identity. She laughed when I told about finding my dress and wanting to wear it more often than just one prom. She'd gone through a similar thought process when buying her dress. And we joked about swapping dresses sometime as we both liked what the other was wearing. But when I told about getting my breast forms and my vaginal prosthetic she got very interested suddenly. I had to confirm that my dick was “gone” and that I had my pussy now for almost two weeks. With no intention to remove it for a long time. She wanted to know how I was dealing with no orgasms, and was surprised when I told her I could cum from penetration.

We talked a bit about our “secrets”. She'd been able to hide her lesbian urges, but she was happy that the secret was out before school was over, even though she hadn't planned for it. She just hadn't known that the right girl would cross her path.

I still didn't know if I would come out in front of the school, but my family had embraced Rhonda already, so who knows, maybe I'd be going to college as a girl. Victoria agreed, and she joked I could be her roommate as she hadn't found one yet. Yes, she was going to the same college. Interesting…

We decided it was time to go back to the party, but she brought up one more thing. And it was serious I saw in her face. “Rhonda.. I really like you. I've never been so happy as these past few hours. Would you want to be my girl? My girlfriend? As in dating, and spending time together. Making out…”

I was shocked and just as happy. “I've had a crush on you since our freshman math class, haha, always math. And all I had to do was become Rhonda to get you? Then I will remain Rhonda and I will be your girl. Let's date yes, but I like the thought of making out with you. And if this works out, I'll be your roommate as well, I can't think of anything I'd like better.”

We kissed and walked hand in hand back inside, where people looked curious at us. But we just jumped on the floor and danced until the music stopped. That's when the announcements were made who'd be the prom king and queen. Just for fun I'd given my vote to Veronica, or Vee, now that I was her closest friend. And she had entered my name.

I was in shock though when my name was called for prom queen. “Rhonda. No last name. The girl in the red dress.”

I saw a few girls wipe their eyes, as I staggered to the podium. And I knew this wasn't right. I stopped them before they could put a crown on my head, and I asked if I could speak. And with a microphone in my hand I gave a speech.

“Eeemmm. Yes. I didn't really expect this. Don't really deserve this. Probably a few horny guys who put my name in…”

“I put your name in!” A girl in the audience shouted, followed by a few “Me too"s.

“Okay, okay, thanks for that. But the truth is… reality is, that a lot of girls here have been planning and prepping for this for perhaps a year”, and I saw a few girls nod.

“I didn't decide to come to prom until just a few weeks ago. Couldn't find any decent dress anymore. Heck, I've seen at least two dozen dresses here on the floor that I wish I had a chance to wear, so gorgeous, as are the girls wearing it.” A girl wearing a decent but nothing special dress shouted “I'll trade you my dress anytime”, causing a group of boys to hoot and a few more girls to yell “Me too!”

I could only laugh now. “Okay, I guess I did find a nice dress. Take a number”, and I winked at Vee, who sent me an air kiss back. “But the truth is…”, and suddenly it burst out of me, and I couldn't stop it.

“The truth is, a friend of mine said that the prom is just for girls, and the boys they happen to be dating. And I wondered how true that was, and how these girls experienced the whole night. So, just for fun, I bought my dress and made myself look like a girl, and I hoped I could capture that feeling just a tiny bit, without being noticed too much.”

By now everywhere had gotten quiet, and it was like everyone was holding their breath. I tried to laugh. “I guess that didn't work too well, since I'm standing here. The truth is.. gosh, I've been saying that a few times now. The truth is that I truly enjoyed my time as a girl. This was the best night of my life! I have always questioned my gender identity, but no more, I was meant to be a girl. Rhonda Williamson.”

“Ron? Ronald Williamson?” It was a guy from my Chemistry class, and I waved at him. “Yes. But even so, I don't deserve to be queen here. Or even dance with this hunk here”, and I pointed at the prom King, whose cheeks started coloring. “So, I'm going to ask the organization to crown the real queen, and I hope she has the best night of her life as well.”

And with that, I stepped away from the microphone, and suddenly I heard someone start clapping, and I knew it was Vee. But more applause quickly followed, and by the time I stepped down from the podium, everybody was clapping, cheering or holding up their thumbs. And a lot patted me on my shoulder, as Vee embraced me in her hug.

Vaguely I became aware of the new Queen being crowned, a beautiful girl in a stunning dress, and she sent an air kiss my way in acknowledgement. And I heard her say through the microphone “A few words please. I want to thank anyone who voted for me, but most of all I want to thank Rhonda for her courageous coming out. You have shown some class here, some sexiness, and some true girl power. Welcome to womanhood, and I hope to count you as one of my friends!”

During the applause after her words I sent a kiss now into her direction, and I saw her “catch” it. There was one more dance, with King and Queen on the floor, as I slowly started realizing the enormity of my confession. But Vee kept repeating, “You did good, honey, you did good.” And I realized she had come out as well, so I kissed her and said, “So did you, my love!”

As the party came to an end, and many people had shaken my hand, but also Vee's, with positive words on our coming out, and wishing us the best for our future, I did notice a few grim faces too, a few boys included that I had danced with. I guess you can't make everyone happy. But, without saying as much, I was going with Vee to her home to spend the night, and indeed start the rest of our lives. Just before we left the building the principal pulled us aside.

“Rhonda”, she said, “what a lovely speech. I'm proud of your courage there. But… if you're really serious about all this, would you want Rhonda on your diploma, rather than Ronald? I don't need an answer now, but tomorrow we'll start printing, so let me know before then.”

I looked at Vee, and she nodded, and I said, “Thank you so much for thinking about that. And yes, I would very much appreciate it if my diploma says Rhonda. I will have to check with the college to make sure it's no problem to change my name this late in the game. But thank you! This was an amazing party!”

Vee drove us to her home, knowing that her mom was staying with a friend. Her place was small but cozy and we went straight to the bedroom. Without saying it out loud we both knew that she was in control, and she undressed me carefully. Well, just my shoes and dress I guess, but all my lingerie stayed on. I take that back, as my panties were pulled down.

She spent some time investigating my pussy. Or experimenting is the better word, as she fingered me, rubbed me, then rubbed some lube inside me. Then she stood straight up before me, and she pulled one hidden strap on her dress, and suddenly her feet were draped in gold, as it pooled around her. I held my breath, as a golden corset pushed her breasts up with no need for a bra, and a golden thong hid her slit. She turned around and the tiny piece of fabric fell to the ground. But when I looked up again, as she turned back to me, a very realistic dick was sticking from her crotch.

She pushed me on my back on her bed and straddled me. Then she bent over and we kissed. I could feel the heat in her lips and tongue now, as she ravaged my mouth. Then suddenly, she freed my left breast from my bra and started sucking. I could not feel it of course, but I started praying I could. That these breasts were real. And that thought made me moan with her sucking, and soon she moved to the right.

After she was satisfied her tongue moved to my crotch and suddenly that agile tongue was in my pussy. She got in deep enough to touch my soft spot and my moan got more urgent, as I grabbed a fistful of her hair. As both her tongue and a finger worked their way in and out of me, I begged her to take me, and make me her woman.

And finally she lined her artificial dick up with my artificial pussy. Yet, as she pushed inside me, and started pumping up and down, there was nothing artificial about what I felt. I moaned louder, telling her to fuck me harder, and so she did.

As she draped herself over me, our breasts touching and her lips back on mine, her tongue took my mouth as her dick took my pussy, in perfect harmony. The thought that I was finally having sex with my crush, even though she was fucking me, brought me near climax. And her sweet grunts into my mouth took me over the edge. My scream was muffled by her mouth, as I could feel her tongue in my throat, and a roar coming from her throat, as we came together.

I could feel hot wetness dripping down my legs, but I couldn't tell if it was cum from my pee hole or from her own pussy. As she pulled out of me, she switched positions and I could feel her tongue now on the inside of my thighs, slurping up all the juices. And her dick was with its tip against my lips, glistening from moist, and I simply opened up and let her in.

I guess it was easier to accept, knowing that her dick wasn't real, but the cum that coated it I recognized as pussy juice, as I had experienced from my sister a few times. I eagerly started sucking and licking and enjoying the taste, better, or maybe different from my sister's. The dick was so smooth, the tip slid easily into my throat, and rather than gagging I used a sucking motion to pull it in deeper and then with my tongue I pushed it back out, and somehow the motion felt like the dick was fucking my throat.

And somehow that motion moved the other side of the dick inside her pussy, and she suddenly came again. It was like the floodgates opened, as cum squeezed past the dildo and straight into my mouth that I had just opened to take a gasp of breath. I almost drowned but I swallowed her nectar as fast as I could and I survived. Once more I cleaned her dick, but then her hand came to my face and somehow it unlocked the monster from her pussy. Next thing her pussy is on my mouth and my tongue is inside her.

I was still tasting her cum, as I went in her as deep as possible. Then with my finger I found her clit. It was so simple. As much as control as she had when wearing the dick, she was now putty between my fingers. And as I squeezed her swollen clit and probed her cunt with my tongue, she came a third time, with limited cum this time. I guess she was dried up by now.

It took a bit as I felt her full weight on me before she moved again. Slowly she moved her body against me and our lips together, as I shared the last bit of her own fluids, and I tasted some of my cum in her mouth. Finally she said “That was fucking fantastic!” I couldn't agree more. “And you came like a girl!”, at which I replied, “Not quite. You came three times against my one.” But she simply said, “We'll work on that.”

With that promise, and both exhausted, we nestled against each other under the blanket, her arm comfortably wrapped around me, and with my eyes already closed I concluded, “Best night ever!”