Palisades Park - Sex Stories

Palisades Park

... thrilled that I found someone.

After an hour of driving, I pulled off Route 23 and onto the dirt road leading to my parents' farm. I reminded myself to wash the Shelby in the morning. I helped Mark out of the car and raised the cover in case it decided to rain tonight. It was summer after all. I walked into the house and Mark followed, both of us kicking off our shoes in the process. I was happy too, the flats I had been wearing hurt like hell. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of red wine out of the closet. I poured a glass for myself and one for Mark. Bringing the drinks into the living room, you could see Mark was looking at photos of myself. Knowing he was still smitten, I offered him his wine and asked him if he liked what he saw.

I asked him if he liked girls. He admitted what I thought, that he had never kissed a girl or admitted that he even liked girls to anyone. I asked him a question that was gonna prove my thoughts true.

"Have you ever thought that maybe you were meant to be a girl?"

He literally dropped his glass of wine on the floor. He didn't respond to my question immediately. You could kind of tell that the thought entered his mind for the very first time and didn't know to react. I let him stew over that question while I cleaned up the glass and spilled wine, trying to not get our bare feet on the sticky wine and sharp glass shards. While I threw the glass shards in the garbage, I heard him ask for me.

"Andrea, can I be honest ...

... with you?" He asked.

"Anything darling."

"I would like to be a girl. Especially one as gorgeous as you."

I fucking screamed. I was gonna live out my ultimate fantasy, turning a different boy into a gorgeous girl. I hugged Mark so hard you heard him scream. In my short jeans, I felt my tucked penis start to leak.

"Let's do it!"

I grabbed Mark by the hand and brought him upstairs to my bedroom. I pulled out all my makeup and clothes that I knew would fit him as they did me. I asked him to strip down immediately and although nervous, he did it. He didn't have a single hair on his body, which made things much easier. Apparently the nuns at the orphanage were big on skin care. He was so smooth it saved me the issues of having to ask him to shave. I grabbed a bra and panties from the closet, then examined his package. Well, there wasn't much of one. I knew I was right and doing the right thing for him.

"Here, put these on first." I handed him a pair of black panties and a match black bra to put on. The panties were easy, the bra was an adventure with him. After multiple attempts to clasp the bra, I finally got behind him and put the clasp together myself. Next, I pulled out a yellow sundress I had in the closet and put it over his head. He was starting to look gorgeous. After that, I walked him to a chair in my bathroom and started putting together the makeup on his face. He didn't protest at all. He even asked what everything I was using was and did, as excitement ...