Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2010 10:58:50 -0700 (PDT) From: jack harold Subject: The Adventures of Being Julie The Adventures of Being Julie by Hartford Chapter One I hated it at first, then it wasn't so bad, then I loved it, and couldn't wait to get home from school on Wednesdays and Fridays to see what Mom had picked out for me to wear. I was fourteen years old, and "cute as anything", Mom liked to say, so I looked pretty in girl clothes. I mean I looked prettier in girl clothes than most girls do. It's a fact. After a while, I was wearing makeup, and learning to walk and talk like a girl and pretend I actually was a girl, having pretend girl talks with Mom when she would be like a girl friend my age and we would talk about boys and their dicks, and about men and their cocks. I would get a hardon in my panties and Mom would make me show it to her and get me embarrassed, but also excited - I can't deny it. At school, I went from checking out the girls to studying them like they were a new course for my freshman curriculum. I didn't think of myself as gay and Mom said I wasn't gay, I was just sometimes like a girl and that if guys got interested in me as a girl they wouldn't be gay guys because gay guys would only be interested in me as a boy. That's obvious right? Well, it was a little confusing, to be honest, but I got the picture okay, and it was a big relief to know I wasn't gay even if it might seem that way. I mean I could be sitting on my bed in a pair of pink panties and a blonde wig, wearing lipstick - I was putting on lipstick by myself after a while, and talking to Mom about how wonderful cocks are, and still know in the back of mind I wasn't gay, and that made me feel a lot better about it all. Anyway, one Friday afternoon in October, about four months into my girldom, I came home to find a man at the house. He was somebody Mom knew I had never seen before. He was like an average looking guy Mom's age, around forty-five, a little bald, wearing glasses, a little on the heavy side. His name was Mr. David and he was there to see me. "It's time for this," Mom explained. "Your outfit is on the bed. Put it on and your make up and call down when you're ready." I could feel my blushes. "Ready for what exactly?, I said. "For Mr. David and me to come up to your room and see you being a girl, of course." "Right, right," I said. Mr. David sat in a chair smiling at me. So far all he had said was, "Hello." - - - Lying neatly on my bed were a pair of yellow panties with lace, short skirt, short sleeve blouse with puffy shoulders and buttons down the front, sandals and blonde wig with pig tails. Also a red lipstick. I made the transfer from bed to me, checked myself in the mirror, and cleared my throat to find my girl's voice. It wasn't easy to clear my throat because that's where my heart was. "Ready!", I chimed from the top of the stairs. I was sitting on the bed with my legs over the side and my hands in my lap when Mom and Mr. David entered the room. "Oh, look, Mr. David, Julie is here. She was waiting on her bed, just hoping a man would come to her room, weren't you, Julie?" I giggled. "Yes." "My, my. Tell me, Julie, is this the first time you've had a man in your room?" "Yup." My heart had been beating fast before. It was beating faster now. "What do you think of Julie, Mr. David?", Mom said. "I think she's a beauty. I love her outfit," Mr. David replied, firmly. He pulled my desk chair close to the bed and sat down, facing me. "Show me the rest of your outfit, honey." "The rest of it is only my panties," I, said freshly. "Yes, I know," he smiled. I bit my lip. The heat in my cheeks was something else. But I was enjoying my excitement and I was kind of proud of myself for the way I was doing this, being like a naughty girl, I mean, like it was a kind of play we were making up as we went along. Then I noticed Mr. David had a bulge in his pants and I practically passed out. "You all right, Julie?", Mom said, sounding amused. I nodded that I was okay and then I just sat there for a minute doing nothing until I realized Mr. David and Mom were waiting for me show them my panties. "Oh," I laughed. I pulled up my skirt. Then I opened my legs. I probably would have had a hardon myself if I wasn't so nervous, but I didn't. You almost couldn't tell I wasn't a girl looking at those yellow panties, which Mr. David was seriously looking at, by the way. He just stared my panties while his cheeks got red and I held up my skirt for him. "Damn nice legs and thighs. So fucking smooth," he muttered. "Unbutton your blouse, Julie," Mom said. I had to let go of my skirt in order to open my blouse but being the considerate naughty girl I was, I bunched the skirt around my waist first so that Mr. David could still see my panties if he wanted. Shyly pursing my lips - which wasn't an act because I did feel shy in spite of it all - I undid the buttons on my blouse and opened it all the way. The blouse slid off my shoulders. I knew from my sessions with Mom, or thought I knew, that it was okay for pretend girls like me to have flat chests so I didn't expect Mr. David to be all that disappointed when he saw mine, and I was right. He liked my "tits" the way there were. He even said so. By now he was breathing hard. His eyes were wide and sort of red. I started to get a little worried about him, but then I checked his lap and saw that his bulge was bigger than ever so I figured he probably was all right. "I think Mr. David needs to masturbate, Julie. Why don't you rub your nipples for him and lick your lips, and do things like that, okay?" I was stunned. He was going to jerk off - in front of us? "Do you like cocks, sweetie?" Mr. David said in a throaty voice as he opened his fly. "Mmm hmmm," I said. He brought out his cock. It was totally hard, and big. He put his hand around it and began to jack off, staring at me as he did it. I didn't do anything at first but after the shock wore off, it turned me on that this guy was jerking off over me, and I got into the swing of things. "Mmmmm," I would say, and rub my nipples while I looked into his eyes. Or, "mmmmm," I would say, and lick my red lips while I looked at him pumping his cock. Or, "mmmmm," I would say and trace my forefinger on my thigh to the edge of my panties. As for Mr. David, he would roam me with his gazes, and when he looked at my panties which was his favorite place to look , he had more to see than before because my dick had gotten into the swing of things, too, and was sticking up in them. Meanwhile, Mom had gone behind Mr. David with her video camera so that what would you see when you watched the video, which we did later on, was the back of a man sitting in a chair with his arm moving and me being a slutty girl on the bed. It was pretty hot, to tell you the truth. Well, Mr. David shot his load. He came all over his hand and the front of his pants. The cum splattered all the way down to his knees. He gasped and moaned as he spurted, closing his eyes for a change, while I sat there in a kind of awe over it all. Mom broke the spell. "Julie, go to the bathroom and get some toilet paper for Mr. David. You can clean him up." I hardly knew what to think about that, but I hopped off the bed in my open blouse and hurried to the bathroom. I came back with several wads of toilet paper to find Mr. David waiting for me, seemingly unembarrassed and ready for me to do what Mom had said. He grinned at me as I stood by his chair, hesitating. His cock was softer but not soft, more like semi-hard and it sort of leaned sideways, oozing cum. I got down on my knees. "I never did this before," I said in my girl's voice, trying my best to be a good sport. I wiped his pants first, starting at the knees and working up. I used like three bunches of toilet paper to get the cum off his pants. "Before you clean Mr. David's cock, Julie, dip a little cum on your finger and see what it tastes like," Mom said. "Oh!" I had to do it, of course, It was part of my training to be a girl. All the naughty things Mom instructed me to do were for that purpose, you see. We had gone over this point like a hundred times. I took a deep breath. I shut out the negative thoughts that we're trying to pop into my head. I put a finger lightly on the side of Mr. David's cock and scooped up some cum. It was slightly warm and thick, like glue. I looked at Mr. David who was looking hard back at me and I made myself grin, like I couldn't wait to taste his cum, and then I did taste it. I licked it off my finger and swallowed. "Mmmmm," I said. Actually, it wasn't that bad.