Sister Friend

Part-1

My life as boy began to undergo serious changes six months ago when my

cousin Shreya and my older sister, Mansi , asked me for a small favor. Shreya was

not doing well in calculus at the university the three of us were attending

while I had already aced the course the prior semester. As a Fine Arts major

Shreya was annoyed at even having to take a mathematics course and this may

have accounted to her underachieving. When she found out that unless she

passed the final, which was that afternoon, she would have to repeat the

course Shreya became frantic. That was when she and Mansi brought me to their

dorm room and begged me to take the final for Shreya.

At first I laughed at them saying that if they could make me look like Shreya I

would do it. They looked at one another and then at the skinny 5' 10', long

legged figure in front of them. No problem was their reply. Mansi pushed me

into the bathroom, told me to shower and to shave. When I had toweled off I

found that they had left me a pair of satin mint green french cut panties, a

black Wonder Bra. Through the door Mansi

told me to get dressed.

The panties were tight but went on the same way my briefs did, I pushed my

member to one side. When I looked down the image of a lump pushing against the

satin made me chuckle.

My long legs had taken a distinctly feminine appearance. Strangely I began to

feel myself getting excited by this and watched in rapt fascination as a

bulge grew beneath my panties. Quickly I slipped my arms through the straps of

the bra and wrestled with the clasp. The snug material pushed the loose flesh

of my chest into a tiny bit of cleavage. My erection was starting to throb

and now I felt too embarrassed to leave the bathroom. Why was this making me

so excited? I'd never been particularly interested in fashion and usually

dressed for comfort and not to make any statement. What was I saying now,

dressed half-way like a girl? How could I face my sister, and her friend!

They'd really think that there was something strange about me if they saw my

all too obvious erection. After a few minutes of wrestling with these

feelings, Mansi asked if I was having a problem as she stuck her head

inside. Red-faced I looked away from her.

With a slight smile on her face my sister took my hand and brought me into

the room. Shreya stood by one of the beds with a pile of clothing

cast about trying to put together an outfit. She seemed to take no notice as

Mansi sat me on the edge of the bed. With a quick hand over my face

she took off my tortoise shell glasses and began to apply a light foundation,

then rose blush to my cheeks. A brush covered my eyelids with soft golds and

honey mustards and black mascara thickened my lashes. Mansi stepped back for

a second and then drew in my lips with pale red and glossed them. The scent

of the make-up connected with the feel of the panty and bra caused a slow

eruption that made me shudder.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Mansi asked softly. I looked away again, totally

embarrassed. "Here," she gave me back my glasses, "go inside and clean up.

We'll have something for you to put on."

Glasses on, I padded into the bathroom again. In the mirror was a soft

feminine face, almost cute. When I opened my mouth so did the image. That was

me!! For endless seconds I simply stood there in astonishment and might still

be there if Mansi had not called to ask if I was ready. "In a minute," I

answered and rapidly cleaned away the sticky ooze from inside my panties.

This time I shoved my penis between my legs and pulled the panties up as

tight as possible. The constriction of the satin material started to excite

me again and I fought against that sense of arousal.

When I came out of the bathroom again shreya was holding up a red leggings  and a yellow color chudidar. "You'll look great

in these." She had me sit on the bed and slip on the legging. They almost did

not get over my stoking but with some pulling and dragging I got them around

my waist. My now slowly expanding member was caught between my legs as I

hide up, there'd be no problem for the moment. Next Shreya slid the tight yellow kurti

over my head and adjust me in. Mansi came out of the closet with a pair of

Golden two-inch open toed Shreya sandals. The fit was very tight but with

some squeezing I managed to wangle my heels in and with the slick tights get

them on and then laced. My foot now took on a provocative arch and the narrow

toe gave my foot an even smaller appearance. When I stood the heels felt

awkward but not dangerous though my calves protested. A few steps around the

room and I felt my hips realigning themselves and soon I felt confident

enough that I was not going to fall over. Looking down I noticed how the

tight leggings were plastered to my legs and how the legging gave way to very

feminine ankles and feet.

Finally Shreya had me sit again and fitted a  wig over my

brown hair. The bangs tickled my forehead and swept across my now hot cheeks

and neck.

"Just don't scratch too much," Shreya advised as she took my hand and lead me

back into the bathroom. Side by side we did look enough alike that anyone who

did not know Shreya very well probably would not notice the difference. A

smiling Shreya said to the mirror, "So, you'll do it?"

What?!" For a moment I had no idea what she was talking about and then I

remembered what this was all for. "You want me to go out?" I murmured.

"No one will know. Trust me." She turned to stare right at me, "Please."

My heart beating wildly I nodded. Was this fear, or excitement? or both? How

could I concentrate on a math exam if I was feeling so aroused? Again I

wondered why I was feeling this way, a way I'd hardly felt when I'd been on

dates. Was it really the clothes or me?

"Then there's just a few finishing touches." Mansi pulled me from the mirror

and sat me on the bed. Taking my hands she began to give me a manicure. Soon

my nails were rounded and drying with a pale rose red color. Shreya draped her

favorite bracelets over my right wrist and then frowned at my ears. "Too bad

there not pierced." Then she turned and rummaged through the top draw of her

dresser. From an old box she fished out a pair of white moonstone earrings.

"Don't worry," Shreya cooed as she pushed aside the hair from my ear. "These

are only clip-ons." She attached them to my ears and the weight on my lobes

was at first disconcerting. "Shake your head," Mansi directed. As I did so

the hair fell back into place and the earrings knocked lightly against my

head. When the earrings stopped moving the sense of their weight had lessened

but there was a persistent sense of pressure on my lobes.

Shreya looked out the window. "Time to go." She sprayed my neck with her

favorite perfume and smiled. By now, Mansi was at the door. She had a black

patent leather back-pack and gave me a small purse with Shreya's I.D. and a

thin strapped watch. As she gave me these items she was leading me out the

door and into the hallway. I was fumbling with the strap of the pack, trying

to get it over my shoulder as we sped down the corridor out of the dorm and

to the lecture halls. When I had finally got the pack in place it dawned on

me that I was outside! Dressed like a woman! No one took any notice, except

two guys who kept staring at me. When I mentioned this to Mansi she said,

"You do have a cute rear that any guy would like to get near. I'm almost

jealous." She smiled and squeezed my arm as we kept walking.

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