My eyes blinking rapidly as the haze clears from my vision. Sitting on the floor of his bathroom after I had managed to catch myself.
Glancing down at my lithe, smooth legs as they extend out beneath the towel. Seeing the wet strands of hair tickling my shoulders. My vision fades in and out as my hands move to wrap a towel around my head. I begin to black out again…
As Steven and I continued to watch the game, my inner voice was screaming out.
“What is happening right now?” I questioned.
“Why was this his first idea?” I wondered.
“Why do I like the way this underwear feels?” I admitted.
Ashamed of my own realization, my cheeks lit up with a bright red hue. Stealing a glance over at Steven to see if anything had changed.
He was totally unphased. Sipping his beer and making comments on the game as I sat next to him on the sofa, my inner man crying out for help. Yet the bra and panties somehow stopped me from moving. Stopped me from changing back into my own boxer briefs.
Just then, my member began to tingle and twitch.
“N-no, no, no…” I whisper to myself.
I couldn’t get hard, not now. I SHOULDN’T get hard. This isn’t normal; this isn’t right. Almost as if on cue, Steven looked over at me.
“Another bet…?” He raised his drink and inquired.
This was my chance to go back. To pretend like this had never happened. It wasn’t even a question in my mind.
“Let’s do it.” I said, with determination in my voice.
I know football, and made sure I observed to field slowly and carefully before making a call.
“They’re going to run the ball on this play.” I stated with confidence.
With the ball snapped, the quarterback stepped back and handed the ball off. I sat up straight. I could just pretend this was all a bad dream in a moment…
He pulled the ball back. It was a fake. I slumped back into the sofa as a smile widened on Steven’s face.
“I suppose that’s another win for me!” He shot up and strolled over to the backpack, pulling out another package.
As Steven handed me the package, he noticed my dejected expression. A strong hand found its way to my shoulder, comforting me, but again he emphasized the bra strap.
“Look man. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, but you did agree to the rules. Why not at least try to have some fun with it instead of looking so gemlik escort upset, huh?”
I looked up at him. I could tell he was being genuine.
Taking another deep breath, feeling the bra straps stretch against my skin, I stood up.
“Alright alright. I can at least be a good sport about it.” I opened up the package and almost immediately regretted my decision.
Inside was a little black dress, the details revealing themselves as I unwrapped it. It was a fit-and-flare style with crochet lace. A scalloped V-neckline and sheer short sleeves sat atop a high waist, with floaty chiffon making up the skirt.
Any girl would have thought this dress was cute and stylish. I was almost speechless, so taken aback by this.
“Steven, there’s n-” He cut me off.
“Just. Be. A good. Sport.” He stated. “Okay?”
I froze. He wasn’t being mean or rude, but he wasn’t asking; he was telling.
And I was listening.
Silently, I picked everything up and headed back to the bathroom. Looking forlornly at my boxer briefs on the floor, I sat on the toilet with my head in my hands.
“I just have to get through this. I just have to get this over with, and then when he leaves I don’t have to interact with him again.” I muttered, lying to myself.
I stepped out of my jeans and slipped off my t-shirt, tossing them into the sad pile of male clothes in the corner. Holding up the dress in front of me in the mirror.
It was a very pretty dress. My hairy legs stuck out like a sore thumb, at complete odds with the soft underwear and the feminine garment. Reluctantly, I unzipped the dress and stepped inside, pulling it up my body.
I pulled my arms through the sleeves, adjusted the skirt and bodice, and fiddled with the tiny zipper. Finally getting a grip on it, I got about one-third of the way up before struggling. After about ten minutes of this, I heard a knock on the door.
“Everything alright?” I heard Steven’s voice rumble through the wood. I began to panic.
“I’m just st-struggling with the zipper in the back is all!” I was hoping and praying that he would go back to the game.
The doorknob started to turn. He announced his intentions.
“I can help, no worries!” He offered.
Before I could protest, the door was open, and I made eye contact with Steven as he looked at me dressed up inegöl escort like a girl. I was ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated all at once. My cheeks blushing again as I look down at the ground. My brain short-circuiting from the stress and anxiety.
“Turn around.” He said calmly. “Let me get it.”
Without speaking, I turned. Feeling the chiffon tickle my thighs. I felt his fingers on the zipper, and I felt the zipper run up my spine. It fit perfectly.
“Th-thank you.” I mumbled.
“Just come out when you’re ready.” Footsteps followed his statement, and the bathroom door closed behind him.
I stood there in complete disbelief at what had happened up to this point. Nothing about this was right or okay. Yet Steven was giving me the space to process. I decided I would stick to my word and try to at least be a good sport about it.
I put my hand on the doorknob and turned, walking back into my apartment and tried to smile. I looked at Steven, and he looked at me. I felt like time froze, and I think, looking back, I knew what this moment meant for my future.
Awkwardly, I tried to curtsy. Placing my fingertips on the hem of the dress and bending my knee ever so slightly. He started to smile.
“H-How does it look?” My voice trembling.
His smile escalated into a grin. “Much better than I thought it would!” He laughed, but he wasn’t mocking me.
He patted the spot next to him on the sofa. “Let’s get back to the game, eh?”
My feet felt like they were sunk into concrete as my legs moved on their own. Instinctively, I slid my hands underneath the dress as I sat down, as I’d seen the girls around me do so many times.
Even though I was in the same spot as before, I felt different. I didn’t feel fully in control of myself. I grabbed my drink and tried to relax as Steven swung his arm behind me. I was barely paying attention to the game as I took multiple deep breaths to calm myself down.
Thoughts running through my head about whether I was gay, about how I could get out of this nightmare, about how I explain to Steven that I’m not feeling well. Seconds started to bleed into minutes, and suddenly I started hearing Steven’s muffled voice.
“Hey, can you hear me?” I looked at him.
“Are you alright?” He asked as I felt his arm come around my shoulder. His voice becoming escort bursa clearer.
Coming back to reality, I tried to eek out a smile and whimpered. “I-I’m okay!”
He squeezed my shoulder, set his drink down, and pulled me closer to him. My heart rate accelerating to breakneck speeds. My fingers curled around the chiffon on the dress as Steven slightly turned towards me and placed his other hand on my exposed knee.
“It’s okay if you’re not…” His tone was gentle and inviting.
I looked up at him, and we made some of the longest silent eye contact I’ve ever had. I don’t know if it was the alcohol; I don’t know if it was the nerves; I don’t know what was going on.
What I do know is that something inside of me took over. I started to lean closer to him. Steven looked surprised, but he didn’t back away. His hand moved up, starting to rub my thigh lightly.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Deep down, I knew the answer, but I didn’t want to say it out loud.
Steven’s hand drifted up to mine. He grabbed it and placed it on his chest, rotating my torso to face him more. Our faces maybe six inches from each other. His rough grip returned to my outside knee, my fingers feeling delicate on his broad and muscular chest. With his pecs rising above his sternum, he *felt* like a man. Suddenly, I seemed inadequate.
He only said two words, but with those two words, he spoke directly to the feeling welling up inside of me.
“Helping you.”
Steven inhaled after saying it; it’s almost like he pulled me in with the air. Before I realized it, there was barely enough space for a hand in between us.
Here I was, wearing panties and a bra underneath a little black dress. My breathing shaky as my lower lip curled underneath my teeth. Feeling the panties tighten as my “manhood” began to stiffen in the soft fabric of the underwear. His hand warm on my leg as my eyes close and I submit to what’s to come.
His lips made contact with mine; they were soft but rough. His beard tickling my cheek and nose as we kiss. The male voice in my head was desperate for this to end, but my instinct refused to let it. Every shift of our bodies caused my dress to tease my skin more. I grabbed his shirt as he made me feel something I had never felt before.
Then he pulled away. He and I looked at each other as the TV announcers declared the game over. As I started to come back to reality and began panicking again, he stroked my cheek with his thumb and whispered.
“I knew you’d come around…”
((The positive feedback was so quick, I couldn’t help but write chapter 2! This story will be continuing until it’s conclusion.))