Sister friend part-3

Part-3

I looked over at Mansi who was grinning from ear to ear. She nodded her head

and I whispered, "Okay."

Mansi told him which dorm building we were in and what time to stop over.

"See you later tonight Nisha. Oh by the way, my name's Niraj." He smiled and

before I could react he'd kissed my on the cheek. The flesh burnt and my

stomach dropped below ground level. I could barely distinguish my legs as

Mansi and I walked away. My sister had just set me up with a date, with

another guy who had my own name!! Emotions ran and fled as they recognized

one another and I was lost in a maze of doubt and exciting fear.

Back in the privacy of the dorm room from some reason I began to cry. Mansi

sat me on the bed and placing her arms around my shoulders gently rocked me.

When I'd finished, she held on to me and stroked my arms. "How could you do

that to me?" I finally croaked.

"You mean you don't want to study with Niraj tonight?"

"I mean set me up. C'mon Mansi he's bound to find out that I'm a guy and

then I'll really be in for it." I gently pushed away her embrace.

"You don't look like a guy just now."

"I know what I look like."

"No you don't. What Niraj saw outside was an attractive, even sexy young

co-ed. I was serious this morning about your rear, in these chudidar and walking

the way you did in these shoes you're like a guy magnet. I'm just surprised

that more of them didn't try to talk to you."

She brushed at my bangs. Smiling she held my cheeks. "You were never very

impressive as my kid brother, but as my younger sister you're almost

perfect."

"But that's just it Mansi, I'm not your sister." I stood up and all the

emotions swirled around me again.

"You can be if you want to be." Mansi looked up from the bed. "How about

this," she paused and cast her eyes to the ceiling. "Let's get you cleaned up

and into a dress." She held up one hand as I started to protest. "We'll take

some Pics. If you don't think that you can look like my sister than you

don't have be here tonight. You'd think a guy had never been stood-up

before."

No, I can't do this Mansi.

"And why not? 'Cause you're a guy. Then explain what happened this morning

before you put on the clothes."

My face exploded into reams of red. How could I explain that? "I'm just

afraid."

I turned away from her and saw in the distant reflection of the bathroom

mirror that some of my make-up hadn't fared very well under my tears.

"What're you sacred of? That you might like it? That someone'd find you

attractive and want to be with you? That you can really look sexy?"

I started to cry again quietly as Mansi spoke as she expressed what I

couldn't. My shoulders hunched over as the tears added further damage to my

make-up. Then Mansi was holding me again. After I'd stopped, she peeled the

back-pack from me and guided me into the bathroom. "Take a long hot shower

and then we'll talk."

Nodding I shucked off the wig and then all the accessories. Balancing on one

leg I unlaced my shoes. The relief in my toes was matched my the pain in my

Feet as I stood flatfooted again. The legging were as much of struggle

getting out of as they were getting into and when they were finally around my

ankles my penis strained to pop out from between my legs though the panties

still held me. I flexed my arms and undid the back zip of the suit and pulled it over my head. Sitting on the toilet I undid the bra. At last I stood and peeled away the panties. Matted

pubic hairs caught at my penis, a reminder of the excitement of the morning.

The shower water began to steam as I played with the knobs. A look in the

mirror now showed a disjointed image. From my neck to my forehead my face was

that of teary-eyed young co-ed, just as Mansi had said. Below were the

points of my collar bone and when I took a deep breath you could count my

ribs. There was a fine coating of black hair and a deep nest beneath my

armpits. classic echoed in my mind: "Can't tell if you're a boy

or a girl."I tried to let the water wash away the intense feelings that had

had a awful sense of instancy. What was going to happen? Why did I

have to choose? Why couldn't everyone just leave me alone?

After what seemed like hours I toweled off and found that my wish had come

true, the room was empty. Relieved I lay on the bed and dozed off. No

Dread dreams of hot dogs chasing doughnuts through tunnels bothered me and

when I woke I was pleased to find that I was still granted solitude.

I went looking for the clothes I'd worn earlier in the day. As I shuffled

through the cramped room I kept seeing articles of Mansi's or Shreya's but not

of my clothing. One item that kept intruding on my mind was a white leather

bustier and skirt set. Every time I glanced around me eye caught sight of

this until finally I decided to look right at it. When I did I was holding

onto it before I'd known what I was doing. The fragrance of the leather

filled my mind and I closed my eyes. Supple material begged to taste my flesh

and within moments I had unzipped the skirt and stepped into it. The leather

was lined but the skirt clung to my bare skin as I pulled close the zipper.

From just above my knee to just below my navel the skirt sang out. The lining

titillated the tip of my penis. When I moved my leg the leather outlined a

shapely thigh. The bare skin of my leg looked awkward so I rummaged in

Mansi's bureau for a pair of pantyhose. The sheer black nylons I found were

soon rolled into tiny doughnuts and sat down as I stepped into one and

smoothed the material up over one calf and knee and then the other. I had to

stand to pull the pantyhose over my slender thighs and seat the panty over my

groin. By now I was very excited and saw that I was starting to ooze.

Wrapping a tissue over the head of my penis I nestled into the pantyhose.

When I looked down now at my legs the black covered the fine hair on my legs

and added a certain mystery but something was still missing. Shoes. The

bottom of the girls' closets were littered with various styles and colors but

once I saw the black vinyl knee-high boots I knew they went with the skirt.

The boots were lined like the skirt and with the addition of the pantyhose my

legs slid into them as if they'd made just for me. Pulling up the zippers I

stood on the three inch stacked heels and half-inch platforms. My calves were

outlined in vinyl and gave me a more sensual appeal.

With my hips pushed out and my rear thrust upwards I tired to get a look at

my rear but all I could do was turn myself around. On the last revolution I

stopped and stared at the bustier. Feeling foolish I grappled with the

garment until I had it around my torso. The tight leather again gave me a

tiny bit of cleavage and revealed my navel. Tussling with the loose flesh of

my chest I tried to look more presentable and stopped dead. Presentable as a

girl!! I looked down at my body now swaddled in white leather skirt and

bustier and boots. Aside from the hair beneath my armpits I looked like a

girl and with that thought I began to get excited again as I had in the

morning.

I felt sexy, almost wanton. Laying on the bed I struggled with what I was

feeling and with how I looked. When I crossed one booted leg over the other

the sight caused me to be aroused even further. For an instant I wondered if

Niraj, too, would find this as erotic. That stray thought panicked me, I was

thinking about how a guy might find me attractive as a girl!! What was

happening to me?

The End