Tom Part 1
My name is Tom and I'm 16. I have an interesting story about how I was crossdressed and bound. The friend's name is Karen and she's 15, 5'6, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cheerleader. She's pretty attractive, but we're mostly friends so I try not to look at her that way. I'm around 5'10 with brown hair and eyes.
I've always been kind of curious about girl's clothing, but never had the courage to actually try it until this experience. The whole ordeal started with a pleasant chat conversation. I won't write the s/n's because I want to keep her privacy an issue, so here's the convo:
Karen: What are you doing today?
Tom: I don't know..watch tv?
Karen: cool
Tom: What about you?
Karen: I might go to the store and get some underwear and pantyhose..you know, girlie stuff
Tom: really? would you mind picking me up some of that? I am in desperate need...jk
Karen: no problem, I'd be happy to! lol
Tom: lol
Karen: I have an outfit that would go perfect with the underwear and pantyhose too
Tom: you don't say?
Karen: Yeah, you should come over and try it on
Tom: are you for real?
Karen: yes, it would be fun...it'd be fun to give a guy a make-over. C'mon tommy...
Tom: hmmm...well, I don't know
Karen: Come over this saturday around 12. My parents are going away for the weekend so i have the house to myself. this is the perfect opportunity, c'mon.
Tom: maybe, I'll see
Karen: Great, and ask if you could maybe spend the night too
Tom: alright
Karen: hee hee, this will be so much fun
Well, that was the extent of our conversation. Don't worry, there is bondage in this story. Four days later I found myself driving to her house. My parents knew her and her parents so they were ok with me spending the night. Plus, they thought her parents would be home...Anyway, when I arrived at her house she was waiting on the porch. I thought maybe she had forgotten, but no. I wanted to do this, but really nervous about doing it too. She came out and told me to hurry inside and go to the bathroom because we had a lot to do. I could only imagine what else she had planned. So it was just a make-over...can't be that bad, right girls? That's what I thought...
I went into the bathroom and she was standing there. She pointed to the elctric shaver first, then the razor. I figured it out and started to walk away, but then she came up behind me and cuffed my hands before I knew what happened.
"What are you doing?!" I shouted.
"You're not cooperating. Now, you can either stay in those all night and have me do this," she said as she began to tickle me. (She knew I was really ticklish from being my friend and all.),"or you can be a good boy and get yourself ready. It's not that bad, ok? I won't think you're less of a guy for doing this. This is just something fun we're doing. No one has to find out about it either."
I didn't want to spend the night getting tickled to death, so I decided to just go through with it. Besides I wanted to try it out anyway...I only acted like I didn't because I didn't want her to think I wanted to. Was that confusing? Sorry. She left the bathroom and I was alone. She gave me more instructions by yelling through the door. I used the electric shaver to cut off the long boy hairs and then used the razor to shave off the little stubbles. Then, she said to put lotion on my legs so they didn't dry out, since this was my first shave. Finally, after about half and hour give or take a few, I was done. It took longer than I thought.
Then came the next suprise...seeing what outfit she had picked out. I went in the room and that is where I saw the array of things laid out. There was a plaid skirt, blue blouse, bra, panties, a wig, and tan pantyhose. She turned around so that I could put the majority of the items on. I had trouble with the bra and panythose, but after a few tries I had it all on. Then she gave me two waterballons for..you know. Then, she adjusted the wig and put on the make-up and did my nails and found shoes. I was finally all dressed up as a schoolgirl. Then it happened...
"Ok, now what?" I asked.
"Lay down for a second," she said in a soothing voice.
Now, I should have known this wasn't a good idea, but I did as she said. I laid down and heard a couple noises, but didn't pay attention to it. I was too busy feeling the sensation of the clothes. Honestly, I began to like it. After not having worn anything like that at all, feeling it for the first time was kind of cool. Anyway, about what happened...she turned me over on my stomach and straddled my back. I began to ask what was going on, but then she stuffed something in my mouth and taped it shut. I was about to reach up to my mouth to rip off the tape, but then she pinned my arms and taped them together at the wrist. I was really squirming, now. Then, she taped my ankles and knees. After that, she turned my over and taped me above and below my 'breasts' and my waist as well. I couldn't move.
Then she spoke, "I knew you wouldn't have let me keep you like that for much longer, so now I have to do this. Don't worry..."
She stood up and took out her camera. Doing this just us and that was it was one thing, but doing this and taking pictures was another.
"This had been so much fun, I just want to make sure we can do it again sometime. I'm sure you'll understand."
Then the tickling began. She began at my sides and worked her way down to my feet. I don't know if it was the pantyhose, but my feet were so ticklish. I squirmed and wiggled, but it was no good due to me being taped up. She ran her long nails up and down my pantyhosed feet and across, side to side. I screamed into the gag, but it was no use. She was in her own little world of control. She sat on my legs facing my feet so she could tickle them with out me wriggling away. She tickled my feet for a half hour straight and I was about to die. Finally, she ended my torment for a while and flipped on the tv in her room.
Then she spoke once more, "Don't get too comfortable. Remember, you're here all night..."
I've always been kind of curious about girl's clothing, but never had the courage to actually try it until this experience. The whole ordeal started with a pleasant chat conversation. I won't write the s/n's because I want to keep her privacy an issue, so here's the convo:
Karen: What are you doing today?
Tom: I don't know..watch tv?
Karen: cool
Tom: What about you?
Karen: I might go to the store and get some underwear and pantyhose..you know, girlie stuff
Tom: really? would you mind picking me up some of that? I am in desperate need...jk
Karen: no problem, I'd be happy to! lol
Tom: lol
Karen: I have an outfit that would go perfect with the underwear and pantyhose too
Tom: you don't say?
Karen: Yeah, you should come over and try it on
Tom: are you for real?
Karen: yes, it would be fun...it'd be fun to give a guy a make-over. C'mon tommy...
Tom: hmmm...well, I don't know
Karen: Come over this saturday around 12. My parents are going away for the weekend so i have the house to myself. this is the perfect opportunity, c'mon.
Tom: maybe, I'll see
Karen: Great, and ask if you could maybe spend the night too
Tom: alright
Karen: hee hee, this will be so much fun
Well, that was the extent of our conversation. Don't worry, there is bondage in this story. Four days later I found myself driving to her house. My parents knew her and her parents so they were ok with me spending the night. Plus, they thought her parents would be home...Anyway, when I arrived at her house she was waiting on the porch. I thought maybe she had forgotten, but no. I wanted to do this, but really nervous about doing it too. She came out and told me to hurry inside and go to the bathroom because we had a lot to do. I could only imagine what else she had planned. So it was just a make-over...can't be that bad, right girls? That's what I thought...
I went into the bathroom and she was standing there. She pointed to the elctric shaver first, then the razor. I figured it out and started to walk away, but then she came up behind me and cuffed my hands before I knew what happened.
"What are you doing?!" I shouted.
"You're not cooperating. Now, you can either stay in those all night and have me do this," she said as she began to tickle me. (She knew I was really ticklish from being my friend and all.),"or you can be a good boy and get yourself ready. It's not that bad, ok? I won't think you're less of a guy for doing this. This is just something fun we're doing. No one has to find out about it either."
I didn't want to spend the night getting tickled to death, so I decided to just go through with it. Besides I wanted to try it out anyway...I only acted like I didn't because I didn't want her to think I wanted to. Was that confusing? Sorry. She left the bathroom and I was alone. She gave me more instructions by yelling through the door. I used the electric shaver to cut off the long boy hairs and then used the razor to shave off the little stubbles. Then, she said to put lotion on my legs so they didn't dry out, since this was my first shave. Finally, after about half and hour give or take a few, I was done. It took longer than I thought.
Then came the next suprise...seeing what outfit she had picked out. I went in the room and that is where I saw the array of things laid out. There was a plaid skirt, blue blouse, bra, panties, a wig, and tan pantyhose. She turned around so that I could put the majority of the items on. I had trouble with the bra and panythose, but after a few tries I had it all on. Then she gave me two waterballons for..you know. Then, she adjusted the wig and put on the make-up and did my nails and found shoes. I was finally all dressed up as a schoolgirl. Then it happened...
"Ok, now what?" I asked.
"Lay down for a second," she said in a soothing voice.
Now, I should have known this wasn't a good idea, but I did as she said. I laid down and heard a couple noises, but didn't pay attention to it. I was too busy feeling the sensation of the clothes. Honestly, I began to like it. After not having worn anything like that at all, feeling it for the first time was kind of cool. Anyway, about what happened...she turned me over on my stomach and straddled my back. I began to ask what was going on, but then she stuffed something in my mouth and taped it shut. I was about to reach up to my mouth to rip off the tape, but then she pinned my arms and taped them together at the wrist. I was really squirming, now. Then, she taped my ankles and knees. After that, she turned my over and taped me above and below my 'breasts' and my waist as well. I couldn't move.
Then she spoke, "I knew you wouldn't have let me keep you like that for much longer, so now I have to do this. Don't worry..."
She stood up and took out her camera. Doing this just us and that was it was one thing, but doing this and taking pictures was another.
"This had been so much fun, I just want to make sure we can do it again sometime. I'm sure you'll understand."
Then the tickling began. She began at my sides and worked her way down to my feet. I don't know if it was the pantyhose, but my feet were so ticklish. I squirmed and wiggled, but it was no good due to me being taped up. She ran her long nails up and down my pantyhosed feet and across, side to side. I screamed into the gag, but it was no use. She was in her own little world of control. She sat on my legs facing my feet so she could tickle them with out me wriggling away. She tickled my feet for a half hour straight and I was about to die. Finally, she ended my torment for a while and flipped on the tv in her room.
Then she spoke once more, "Don't get too comfortable. Remember, you're here all night..."
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