"Picking Against The Odds" or "Gale Force Girlification"

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May the odds be forever out of your favor.

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Discussion:  What type of event would you want to be thrust into as a new "female?"  Prom night cutie?  Perhaps the classic cheerleader.  Maybe a bridesmaid for a wedding or even the bride herself?  None of these are new, but perhaps you have something different in mind. . . .


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“Ooooh, that’s the one!  THAT’S the dress!  We’ve been trying everything in the store and you go and pick the perfect outfit on your first try!  It’s like I’ve been telling you, Sara:  you’re a natural.”  Jay wanted to sigh, but he wouldn’t dare.  The behavior he’d learned from Kalie’s posture lessons simply would not allow it.  So he strode toward the end of the aisle, “heel-toe heel-toe” like his teacher/tormentor always demanded, and gave her a little pose.  Kalie clapped and smiled, eyes full of satisfaction. “You are going to be a hit at the prom.  You’ll fit right in with the rest of the girls, hun!”

Jay had learned to hide his disappointment over the last few months.  No matter what he did, all his efforts to resist the hurricane of charisma that was Kalie had only sucked him deeper into the maelstrom.  He had picked this gown because it was the most girlish thing he could find. Surely he would look so ridiculous in it that Kalie would realize this wasn’t what she wanted and would give up her dress up games.  And yet, Jay couldn’t deny how well the slinky garment fit him.  The empire waist not only created the illusion of a bust but also gave him a feminine shape.  Most of all, it showed off his smooth, coltish legs as he glided around in heels.  He wasn’t just cute; he was STUNNING. 

Still, Jay should have seen it coming.  All the evidence had pointed to him being a better girl than boy.  Kalie had been on a crusade to prove it ever since the day he had gone to her house to help tutor her in math.  He hadn’t been there ten minutes before she had seduced him into a pair of panties.  With her beauty, poise and personality, Kalie always got what she wanted.  She had turned her charms on Jay to make him into her personal beauty makeover project.  No amount of protest could deter her and she was not above subtle blackmail to coax Jay into more “Sara time.”

But he couldn’t deny that there was a part of him that enjoyed it:  The way the dress swished around his long legs.    The arch of his feet in heels.  The taste of his glossy lips and how they looked in the mirror when he touched them up.  The silky feeling of his body every time he took a bubble bath. There was something so seductive about the whole experience and it scared Jay to realize it was getting to him. 


The shame of it all was that Jay didn’t know how much longer he could deny his love of being Sara.  Kalie was closer to getting her way than she realized.