Hello to everyone!! I wanted to tell you what happened to me a few years ago, when I was in the prime of adolescence. I remember it as if it were today, when I was 15 and the Lion's Club held its annual meeting in Mar del Plata. I was always the most effeminate companion among all of them, so the girls who were part of the club chose me to represent them at The Ladybug Party that takes place within the framework of the Convention. Fifteen days before, they proposed it to me and, of course, I accepted gladly, although in intimacy I was dying of fear because it would be the first time I would be fully dressed as a woman and made up in front of everyone, and when many of those present would know me. Before such a proposal, I only put one condition: that they dress me elegantly and help me win the contest, helping me to walk with heels, get used to girdles and polleras, in short, be a whole woman. Two weeks before, on a Monday, I went with several of the girls to the house of one of them, a house where we usually met. That day began my first transformation: a remerita, a short skirted schoolgirl's pollera, flesh-colored stockings and closed shoes... Then I started trying on all kinds of their clothes, but deep down in my being I felt the need to address myself to Ana's mother's dressing room, a very sensual doctor, thin, super elegant, a whole woman. I asked them for more discreet clothing and suggested taking Ana's mother's clothes, even her shoes, but we needed her authorization. We waited for lunch... I was one of them, with little sandals and a jean pollera... ¡¡ wwoww !! When Ana arrived, she burst out laughing at my outfits, but when I told her about my intention to look elegant like hers every day, she understood perfectly, fitting in with all of us. She went to a closet that was almost no longer used and took out a straight skirted pollera from there The first moment was my downfall. On top of it, I wore a white camisole, transparent nylon stockings, and high-heeled shoes. I can't tell you how Goddess-like I felt. Plus, all the girls were left speechless.
Two days later, we met again with the same objective, but by then Ana had already separated several outfits for me, all of which were skirts since that was my desire.
I spent almost the entire afternoon dressed as a woman in front of my friends, adapting my little feet to high heels, shaping my legs with nylon stockings, making them attractive with beautiful skirts, playing at having breasts and highlighting them with bras, etc.
But I still lacked something essential: how would I respond in public. That's why we decided with the girls that I would attend Saturday's meeting dressed as a woman. And so it was, amidst all my friends and acquaintances, I attended the meeting wearing a fitted t-shirt that accentuated fake breasts, a tube skirt of jeans, nylon stockings (unavoidable, along with the skirts) and high-heeled shoes about 7 cm tall.
The surprise of many was drawn on the faces of the attendees, but no one made many comments about it, only some jokes as we passed by.
Already in Mar del Plata, and we could say I was prepared to be a whole woman, that Friday afternoon the girls started my transformation: I had already chosen a white linen skirt, high waist, well-fitted to the waistline accentuating my glutes but with a loose fall to the knees, super light and super feminine, like I like them. Nylon stockings in skin color, red high-heeled shoes (from Ana) matching a muscular red and a hosiery bag of the same color: the vedette was the skirt... Since I had long hair, the girls took care of styling and makeup for me, it took around 1 hour to finish my transformation. When I finished, I looked beautiful, I adored myself.
Along with one of the girls, I went down to the reception, waiting for the departure in direction to the Disco. That reception was the meeting point for many of the boys who would attend the Fiesta del Mariposón. Although they wouldn't believe it, I practically went unnoticed, and nobody noticed that I would be one of the participants!
We took a seat on one of the sofas, and some sharks didn't waste time with women. I blushed, unable to believe what was happening. My friend was in charge of chasing them away, sometimes against my will.
As the other girls were taking too long, my friend went to the rooms to find out what was holding them back. At that moment, I was left alone on the sofa, crossed-legged, showing little but nothing, but insinuating that a thirsty heart for love was burning inside me. That's when Carlos sat down beside me, who would eventually be 6 years older than me, big-built and very charming.
He started talking to me, and I, out of fear that he'd find out I was one of the participants, didn't answer him. However, he persisted, making funny comments, constantly flirting with me. Soon, I fell into his hands, and I had no choice but to clarify that I was a boy, ready to win the contest.
To my surprise, Carlos told me he knew it from the moment he saw me, and that's why he sat down beside me... I didn't know what to say to him; it was the first time I wore women's clothes in public, and already a boy accepted me as such.
Before I could even realize the situation, my friends arrived, all dressed up, like goddesses. Carlos only managed to say: Choose me for the contest prizes. I didn't know anything about there being prizes in the contest!!!
Once the micros were ready, we prepared to enter, but there were so many boys who wanted to go up that the seats filled quickly. We remained standing in the hallway, holding onto the railing. The micro kept filling up until it was almost impossible to get in, but I must admit that I It delighted me to be standing in the narrow hallway and have each boy who passed behind me rub my contoured booty through an exquisite pollera (some were so practical and literally yummy, leaving one wanting more).
Now at the disco, whose name I no longer remember, there was little light and a lot of music. We ordered beers while dancing among ourselves. Carlos didn't take long to arrive: - Remember to call me for the outfits. It was so strong that I had to speak into his ear. - What outfits? - Don't you know anything? While we were talking, we were very close to each other, so I took him by the arm. - No, I don't know anything, tell me! - No, it's better if it's a surprise, don't stop choosing me. - Stay calm, I'll choose you. I replied.
We kept dancing. He didn't stop flattering me, which I loved. He asked how long it had been since I wore women's clothes and I told him yes, but always in private. He encouraged me to be myself, that I was beautiful, that I was a whole woman, etc. etc. I must admit he conquered me.
The great moment arrived, and all the contestants had to go up on stage, where there was a pipe. First we paraded, and so all the boys were whistling and having fun at our silly outfits. I remember I was the only one with high heels and a skirt to the knee. The rest was a disaster. However, I didn't win, since the public's choice defined the winner and another silly outfit (horrible by the way) from a club with many more members took the first prize.
Then came the moment of choosing partners, and when it was my turn I chose Carlos just as I had promised. When he got on stage he didn't hesitate to give me a kiss on the cheek and hug me from behind. I didn't know what to do, since in front of everyone he started deliberately leaning against me, which I loved. He let himself be, and I let myself be...
The outfits consisted of two: dancing in the pipe as couples. It was terrifying to see my opponents dancing in the pipe, I didn't either I had experience but I have to acknowledge that Carlos took me perfectly. He caressed all of me, supported my booty, danced sensually, and stroked my legs (wrapped in nylon stockings) to the rhythm of the music, etc. I surrendered to him.
Finally, we won the dance-off at the canal, a consolation prize if there are any. We also won a champagne that I wanted to share with my club, but Carlos opposed it. He said:
- We won it (the champagne), so we will enjoy it.
With the prize, we headed to the sofas, located in a very dark place in the disco. We sat down next to each other, with the drink and two glasses. He poured me a drink, we toasted, and continued chatting amiably. I swear that at that time, I didn't have capacity for alcohol, so after finishing the second glass, I already felt dizzy. Carlos didn't miss the opportunity and hugged me while talking, brushing his lips against my cheeks, my earlobes... I began to get extremely excited, and he noticed it.
We hadn't finished the champagne bottle when Carlos, in one of my moments of distraction, took me by the neck and kissed me with a delicious, exquisite kiss that I still remember today. It was at that instant that I surrendered completely. We hugged and kissed freely, feeling his tongue explore all of my mouth... woww...
When I saw that I was totally given over to him, he took one of my hands and led it to his penis. At first, I resisted but then gave myself completely.
After about 30 minutes of killing each other in the reserved area, he decided to take me to a more private place, which I agreed to. He stopped, took my hand without caring what others might say, and we headed towards the door. By that point, I was his woman and had decided to do whatever he wanted.
He hailed a taxi, opened the door like a gentleman, and we headed back to the hotel. In the taxi seat, we continued kissing each other.
By that point, he was stroking all of my... legs and lifted my white pettico to his liking. I didn't resist. We arrived at the hotel. I thought we would have something in the bar, but he had other plans: - we ordered something from the room. He told me. He took my hand again and led me like someone takes a child to school. I, without thinking, continued not to resist. I was living a beautiful dream and didn't want it to end.
Already in the room, I sat on one of the beds while he ordered another champagne by phone.
I crossed my legs, adjusted my skirt, widening it all along the length of the fabric, and, tired, leaned back on the bed. It didn't take a minute for Carlos to be on top of me, kissing and caressing me more and more. A precious moment I will never forget.
Just then, the champagne arrived, and we kept drinking it.
It wasn't long before Carlos wanted to take off my pettico, but there I resisted.
- You're not going to leave me like that! He suggested.
- No, but don't want to take off my pettico, since this is what makes me feel like a whole woman.
I pushed him towards the bed, leaving him lying on his back, mounted him like riding a horse, and started moving as sexy as possible.
Let's acknowledge that my experience was null... it was my first time!!
I felt for the umpteenth time how hard he was in the center of my booty, and that made me crazier. He couldn't take it anymore, got up, kissed me all the time, and positioned himself on top of me. It was there when I opened my legs and gave free rein to all his desires.
I had a lot of fear, but within minutes he turned me over, made me get down on all fours, lifted my white skirt, putting it on my back, leaving visible the tiny thong I was wearing, which ran with one of his fingers.
I only managed to support my face on the pillow and wait for him to do as he pleased.
He spat in my anus, small and fearful at that time, several times while introducing first one and then two of his fingers. I noticed that while playing with my bum, he put on a condom. They had free access to my most intimate part, and I was moaning like a madwoman, felt him hold me tightly by the hips and with a thrust introduced his precious piece of flesh into my hole, making it dilate to the maximum and provoking in me a scream that never before had stuck. At first, only a small part of his member entered, almost half after minutes but finally I felt everything inside me. He came as many times as he could and it was the happiest day of my life. I was his woman and I loved being so. Without even getting hard, I ended up in my underwear, he kept pumping me at his pleasure until later, after about fifteen minutes and by the way several positions (all chosen by him) his cock inflated to the maximum and ended inside me. I was already deflowered, and that was my desire. That night he came again. And throughout the entire weekend in Mar del Plata he penetrated me as many times as we could. I dressed like a woman almost continuously: I was his woman, I was his women and his lover. That was my desire and it was fulfilled. Comment thanks if you like, I'll keep writing.
Two days later, we met again with the same objective, but by then Ana had already separated several outfits for me, all of which were skirts since that was my desire.
I spent almost the entire afternoon dressed as a woman in front of my friends, adapting my little feet to high heels, shaping my legs with nylon stockings, making them attractive with beautiful skirts, playing at having breasts and highlighting them with bras, etc.
But I still lacked something essential: how would I respond in public. That's why we decided with the girls that I would attend Saturday's meeting dressed as a woman. And so it was, amidst all my friends and acquaintances, I attended the meeting wearing a fitted t-shirt that accentuated fake breasts, a tube skirt of jeans, nylon stockings (unavoidable, along with the skirts) and high-heeled shoes about 7 cm tall.
The surprise of many was drawn on the faces of the attendees, but no one made many comments about it, only some jokes as we passed by.
Already in Mar del Plata, and we could say I was prepared to be a whole woman, that Friday afternoon the girls started my transformation: I had already chosen a white linen skirt, high waist, well-fitted to the waistline accentuating my glutes but with a loose fall to the knees, super light and super feminine, like I like them. Nylon stockings in skin color, red high-heeled shoes (from Ana) matching a muscular red and a hosiery bag of the same color: the vedette was the skirt... Since I had long hair, the girls took care of styling and makeup for me, it took around 1 hour to finish my transformation. When I finished, I looked beautiful, I adored myself.
Along with one of the girls, I went down to the reception, waiting for the departure in direction to the Disco. That reception was the meeting point for many of the boys who would attend the Fiesta del Mariposón. Although they wouldn't believe it, I practically went unnoticed, and nobody noticed that I would be one of the participants!
We took a seat on one of the sofas, and some sharks didn't waste time with women. I blushed, unable to believe what was happening. My friend was in charge of chasing them away, sometimes against my will.
As the other girls were taking too long, my friend went to the rooms to find out what was holding them back. At that moment, I was left alone on the sofa, crossed-legged, showing little but nothing, but insinuating that a thirsty heart for love was burning inside me. That's when Carlos sat down beside me, who would eventually be 6 years older than me, big-built and very charming.
He started talking to me, and I, out of fear that he'd find out I was one of the participants, didn't answer him. However, he persisted, making funny comments, constantly flirting with me. Soon, I fell into his hands, and I had no choice but to clarify that I was a boy, ready to win the contest.
To my surprise, Carlos told me he knew it from the moment he saw me, and that's why he sat down beside me... I didn't know what to say to him; it was the first time I wore women's clothes in public, and already a boy accepted me as such.
Before I could even realize the situation, my friends arrived, all dressed up, like goddesses. Carlos only managed to say: Choose me for the contest prizes. I didn't know anything about there being prizes in the contest!!!
Once the micros were ready, we prepared to enter, but there were so many boys who wanted to go up that the seats filled quickly. We remained standing in the hallway, holding onto the railing. The micro kept filling up until it was almost impossible to get in, but I must admit that I It delighted me to be standing in the narrow hallway and have each boy who passed behind me rub my contoured booty through an exquisite pollera (some were so practical and literally yummy, leaving one wanting more).
Now at the disco, whose name I no longer remember, there was little light and a lot of music. We ordered beers while dancing among ourselves. Carlos didn't take long to arrive: - Remember to call me for the outfits. It was so strong that I had to speak into his ear. - What outfits? - Don't you know anything? While we were talking, we were very close to each other, so I took him by the arm. - No, I don't know anything, tell me! - No, it's better if it's a surprise, don't stop choosing me. - Stay calm, I'll choose you. I replied.
We kept dancing. He didn't stop flattering me, which I loved. He asked how long it had been since I wore women's clothes and I told him yes, but always in private. He encouraged me to be myself, that I was beautiful, that I was a whole woman, etc. etc. I must admit he conquered me.
The great moment arrived, and all the contestants had to go up on stage, where there was a pipe. First we paraded, and so all the boys were whistling and having fun at our silly outfits. I remember I was the only one with high heels and a skirt to the knee. The rest was a disaster. However, I didn't win, since the public's choice defined the winner and another silly outfit (horrible by the way) from a club with many more members took the first prize.
Then came the moment of choosing partners, and when it was my turn I chose Carlos just as I had promised. When he got on stage he didn't hesitate to give me a kiss on the cheek and hug me from behind. I didn't know what to do, since in front of everyone he started deliberately leaning against me, which I loved. He let himself be, and I let myself be...
The outfits consisted of two: dancing in the pipe as couples. It was terrifying to see my opponents dancing in the pipe, I didn't either I had experience but I have to acknowledge that Carlos took me perfectly. He caressed all of me, supported my booty, danced sensually, and stroked my legs (wrapped in nylon stockings) to the rhythm of the music, etc. I surrendered to him.
Finally, we won the dance-off at the canal, a consolation prize if there are any. We also won a champagne that I wanted to share with my club, but Carlos opposed it. He said:
- We won it (the champagne), so we will enjoy it.
With the prize, we headed to the sofas, located in a very dark place in the disco. We sat down next to each other, with the drink and two glasses. He poured me a drink, we toasted, and continued chatting amiably. I swear that at that time, I didn't have capacity for alcohol, so after finishing the second glass, I already felt dizzy. Carlos didn't miss the opportunity and hugged me while talking, brushing his lips against my cheeks, my earlobes... I began to get extremely excited, and he noticed it.
We hadn't finished the champagne bottle when Carlos, in one of my moments of distraction, took me by the neck and kissed me with a delicious, exquisite kiss that I still remember today. It was at that instant that I surrendered completely. We hugged and kissed freely, feeling his tongue explore all of my mouth... woww...
When I saw that I was totally given over to him, he took one of my hands and led it to his penis. At first, I resisted but then gave myself completely.
After about 30 minutes of killing each other in the reserved area, he decided to take me to a more private place, which I agreed to. He stopped, took my hand without caring what others might say, and we headed towards the door. By that point, I was his woman and had decided to do whatever he wanted.
He hailed a taxi, opened the door like a gentleman, and we headed back to the hotel. In the taxi seat, we continued kissing each other.
By that point, he was stroking all of my... legs and lifted my white pettico to his liking. I didn't resist. We arrived at the hotel. I thought we would have something in the bar, but he had other plans: - we ordered something from the room. He told me. He took my hand again and led me like someone takes a child to school. I, without thinking, continued not to resist. I was living a beautiful dream and didn't want it to end.
Already in the room, I sat on one of the beds while he ordered another champagne by phone.
I crossed my legs, adjusted my skirt, widening it all along the length of the fabric, and, tired, leaned back on the bed. It didn't take a minute for Carlos to be on top of me, kissing and caressing me more and more. A precious moment I will never forget.
Just then, the champagne arrived, and we kept drinking it.
It wasn't long before Carlos wanted to take off my pettico, but there I resisted.
- You're not going to leave me like that! He suggested.
- No, but don't want to take off my pettico, since this is what makes me feel like a whole woman.
I pushed him towards the bed, leaving him lying on his back, mounted him like riding a horse, and started moving as sexy as possible.
Let's acknowledge that my experience was null... it was my first time!!
I felt for the umpteenth time how hard he was in the center of my booty, and that made me crazier. He couldn't take it anymore, got up, kissed me all the time, and positioned himself on top of me. It was there when I opened my legs and gave free rein to all his desires.
I had a lot of fear, but within minutes he turned me over, made me get down on all fours, lifted my white skirt, putting it on my back, leaving visible the tiny thong I was wearing, which ran with one of his fingers.
I only managed to support my face on the pillow and wait for him to do as he pleased.
He spat in my anus, small and fearful at that time, several times while introducing first one and then two of his fingers. I noticed that while playing with my bum, he put on a condom. They had free access to my most intimate part, and I was moaning like a madwoman, felt him hold me tightly by the hips and with a thrust introduced his precious piece of flesh into my hole, making it dilate to the maximum and provoking in me a scream that never before had stuck. At first, only a small part of his member entered, almost half after minutes but finally I felt everything inside me. He came as many times as he could and it was the happiest day of my life. I was his woman and I loved being so. Without even getting hard, I ended up in my underwear, he kept pumping me at his pleasure until later, after about fifteen minutes and by the way several positions (all chosen by him) his cock inflated to the maximum and ended inside me. I was already deflowered, and that was my desire. That night he came again. And throughout the entire weekend in Mar del Plata he penetrated me as many times as we could. I dressed like a woman almost continuously: I was his woman, I was his women and his lover. That was my desire and it was fulfilled. Comment thanks if you like, I'll keep writing.
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