Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 06:12:11 -0800 (PST) From: lucy.roberts@excite.co.uk Subject: The making of Lucy (part three) Title: Lucy comes out. (TV; M/F) "Lucy comes out." by Lucy Roberts. Some of this story is autobiographical. If you like this story please let me know Things had been moving fast for Lucy. In just a few months she blossomed from a 15 year old boy who occasionally dressed in his Mum's undies to a 16 year old part time girl who had her own wardrobe, the full support of her mother and an eighteen year old boy friend. The change had started at the November "Gang Show" and continued as she prepared to play a girl in the school play. That Thursday found Lucy accepting the challenge of Sarah, her boyfriend Jon's sister, to travel to her rehearsal dressed as a girl Lucy's Mum fussed over her for all the world as if she were a real girl. "Have you got your purse, lipstick? Don't talk to any strange men. Don't even look at them." Lucy stepped out for the first time as a girl on her own. She was wearing tights not stockings but, even so, the air felt cool round her legs. She concentrated on walking as Sarah had shown her. She walked to the bus stop. When the bus came she stepped on, paid the driver and found a seat. So far so good. In fact she felt quite comfortable and very excited. She crossed her legs and looked down at the black nylon covering them. She gently stroked her thigh and knee and then recrossed her legs to feel one leg rub against the other. No one worried her. No one suspected anything other than that she was a teenage girl. She got off the bus, walked to Jon's house and rang the bell. Sarah answered the door. "I really didn't think you would do it. How was it?" "Fine," said Lucy. "Did it feel odd?" asked Sarah. "A little odd wearing clothes like these in public. In a skirt and tights you feel vulnerable but apart from that it felt good. " Sarah laughed and said, "Talking of tights where did you get those from?" "Oh I bought them," said Lucy. At that point Jon arrived and whisked her off but Lucy felt she had left Sarah with something to think about. Finally the time for the production came round. It was on for three nights Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Lucy had her part off to a tee and enjoyed being on stage in her femme persona. But all too soon that Saturday night performance was over. Arrangements had been made for Jon, his parents and sister and Lucy, her parents and brother to go out to celebrate afterwards. At the post performance celebrations Lucy took some stick from her brother but generally all of them were pleased with the performance and with how Lucy had done. Lucy had a little package which she handed to Sarah "These are your clothes," she said. "Sure you've finished with them?" Sarah asked and it was clear she knew something was going on. "Yes," said Lucy, "I'm sure I'll manage without them." Sarah gave a little smile and Lucy thought she understood. The next few days left Lucy with time to think. Much had happened since Jon first helped her off with her dress at the Gang Show. Her family and Jon's had seen her dressed and approved but what now? She'd embarked on her life as a girl and had blossomed in so many ways in such a short time but what now? She knew there was no going back. She loved to be dressed and had tasted the thrill of being out in public as a girl. The genie couldn't be put back in the bottle. She wanted more than the odd half hour in her room when her family were out. She had to "come out" but how? The first thing she did was to drop a pair of panties in the washing basket to see what would happen. They came back clean. The same when she put a bra in. Nothing was said until one Saturday morning Lucy's mother announced she was going and shopping and asked if Ian needed anything. Lucy said, "no thanks." "I'm going to get myself some new tights do you need any?" The question was almost casual but very leading. "Oh yes I probably could do with a couple of pairs," Lucy replied. On her return her mother gave Lucy the tights, saying, "Any time you want to appear wearing them feel free. But perhaps better if the others aren't here." It was a clear invitation because Lucy knew her father and brother were going to watch football that afternoon. Before they'd left Lucy was already showering and removing most of her body hair. Then she slipped into her bedroom, dressed and made up. On hearing them leave she was ready to step out and face her mother as a girl. "Hello you," said her mother. "Don't you look nice." Lucy sat down and told her mother some of her story but leaving Jon out of it. "I had a feeling that you were enjoying preparing for the play more than most boys would. When you went out to Jon's dressed as a girl I knew that this wasn't play acting. So when the panties and bra appeared in the washing basket I knew I was on the right lines. But where does Jon fit into this Ian? Oh look I can't call you Ian dressed like this." "I call myself Lucy," she replied, "and I hope it doesn't upset you but Jon is my boyfriend." "I thought as much," said Lucy's Mum. "You looked too comfortable together for there not to be something going on. I've been doing some thinking about this. I really don't mind if you are going out with Jon, he is a very nice boy and to be honest your sexuality is nothing to do with us, but it might take some time for your Dad and brother to come accept you being a girl around the house. In the meantime if you want to invite Jon round here that's fine with me." Lucy was delighted. She could hardly credit that things were moving like this. Her mother said "I know your bedroom is out of bounds, but I'd love to see your clothes." Lucy took her mother up to her bedroom and together they looked through all Lucy's clothes. "It seems as if there are some things you still need," her Mum said. " You could do with some nighties, some more day clothes and," she added teasingly "some clothes to go out on a date in!" Lucy could hardly believe her ears. "It is like having a daughter. I think we are going to enjoy our new relationship." The following Saturday Lucy took further steps towards her coming out as a girl. Her father and brother were out for the day. So she dressed in some conservative clothes and went shopping for the first time as Lucy with her mother. It was hard to tell who enjoyed the trip most. Lucy's Mum was flitting through stores now holding up silky nighties against Lucy and now advising her on bras and colour coordinated clothes. They returned home with armfuls of bags. They hadn't been home long before Jon turned up. Lucy was delighted to be able to greet him at the door with a kiss, with her mother watching, and to walk through to the kitchen with him hand in hand. They spent much of the afternoon cuddled up on the settee watching a film. Lucy loved it, especially when her Mum came in and smiled at them. At about 7pm it was time for Lucy to get ready for Jon to take her out on their first proper date - they were going to a local club. Lucy showered and dressed. Nice white panties and a strapless bra, so that her bra straps wouldn't show under her deep pink top with spaghetti straps. She wore black tights under a short black skirt, and high heeled shoes. She felt sexy and a match for any other 16 year old girl. Jon clearly thought she looked good when she came downstairs. Lucy's Mum almost had tears in her eyes as she shooed them out into the night. "Don't forget to be careful when you come back and slip in quietly so your Dad doesn't see you." Lucy snuggled into her warm coat as they walked hand in hand down the road to the bus stop. The club was buzzing when they got there. Lucy was a little nervous but a few minutes and a couple of dances in she began to relax, stopped looking around, and focused on the young man she was with. It was a wonderful evening culminating in some passionate kissing on Lucy's doorstep when Jon brought her home. Then Lucy slipped inside and straight up to her bedroom avoiding any contact with her father. Lucy undressed, cleaned her face, put on her brand new white nylon nightie and climbed into bed. She lay awake for some while thinking of all the changes of the last few months and wondering what lay ahead. It was a Saturday afternoon in April. Lucy was sitting talking to her Mum. "Lucy, I have been talking about you to Dr Simpson. I needed a bit of advice as how to help you most. He suggested that we go and have a chat with him so that you can think through where you want to go with this being a girl." "I'm not sure I know where I want to go with it," Lucy said. "So much has happened in such a short time and I haven't planned anything." "But can you see yourself going on dressing as Lucy for ever?" "I don't know." "Well let me put it another way, could you imagine never putting on girl's clothes again?" "No I can't. Nor can I imagine being without Jon. Six months ago I would never have believed that I would be in this situation. But as soon as Jon touched me back at the Gang Show something changed. It was as if something clicked into place and I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be a girl and I wanted to be a girl for Jon and I don't see that changing." So next Wednesday Lucy found herself, dressed as a boy, sitting with her mother talking to the Doctor. Dr Simpson asked Lucy to tell him about the dressing and Lucy did. "So how do you see this moving forward?" he asked. "As I said to Mum I don't know but I can't see me stopping." "So do you want to become even more like a girl? Would you like to grow breasts and fill your shape out to look more like a girl." "Is that possible?" said Lucy. "Oh yes," replied the Doctor. "I could give you some hormone shots and tablets and you would see your breasts growing, your body shape changing and less hair on your body. But of course you have got to want it." Lucy hadn't really heard about this before but knew immediately that she wanted it. The thought of having her own breasts to fill her bra cups, and for Jon to hold made her tremble with excitement and a little wet between her legs. "Yes," she said softly "yes I want just that. I want to do anything that will make me fully a girl." "From what your mother said I thought you would say that. Come next week, I'll give you a physical check up and the first shots plus a course of hormone tablets. But I'll need the agreement of both your parents. This is not something you can hide from your father." Lucy's heart sank. So far she and her mother had kept this from her father. Now, as a whole new impetus to being a girl was offered to her, a huge hurdle was put in the way. How could she tell her father? That evening she'd just put on a lovely pink nightie and got into bed when there was a tap at her door. It was Mum, who came in and sat on her bed. "So what are you going to do Lucy?" she asked. "Are you going to tell your father?" "I'm going to have to tell him. I don't feel I can go backwards now." "That's my girl," Mum said. "I was just checking that you really wanted this. We'll do it next Saturday and I'll help." Mum's words meant that Lucy slept better that night than she might have. The following Saturday afternoon Lucy got ready very carefully. She put on a midnight blue bra, panties and full length slip. Then, with practiced ease, she rolled a pair of tan tights up her legs. On top she put on a knee length beige dress. It was modest and yet feminine, which was the image she wanted to present. Her make up was light and understated giving her over all a fresh feminine look. Once ready she went downstairs and was checked over by her mother, who approved of her choice. It was agreed that when her father returned home Lucy should be sitting in the lounge and her mother would bring him in. At about 6pm Lucy heard the door open and shut. She heard Mum's voice ushering her brother Paul out of the way and explaining that she had someone special for Dad to see. Lucy was petrified. Mum came in first. "Bob," she said, "this is our daughter Lucy." "What," he spluttered, "is that you Ian?" "Yes Dad, well sort of me but not Ian." "What's going on? Why are you dressed as a girl? Is this some kind of joke?" "No it's no joke. This is serious," said Mum. "I know you are going to find this difficult but so is Lucy. It isn't easy for her to sit there dressed like that in front of you. Now I'm going to see what Paul thinks of this while you two talk things over." With that she left and Lucy looked at her Dad. "I'm sorry Dad, I don't want to hurt you. Can I tell you about what's been going on in me?" "I suppose that's what your mother wants to happen," her Dad said. Slowly over the next half an hour as Lucy told something of her story and as her Dad asked questions the atmosphere began to warm and the two began to relax with each other. "But, if you've been sharing girly afternoons with your Mum, why tell me now?" "Because," Lucy explained, "I've been to see the Doctor and he is happy to give me hormones to help me develope as a girl. But it needs your approval." "Look Lucy," said Dad, who was coming used to calling his son by a girl's name. "This is a lot to take on board. I need time to think and to talk with your Mother." "Shall I go and get changed then?" said Lucy. "No, you look lovely. I'm happy for you to wear what you like but I need time to think. Now go and call your Mum in." Lucy did as she was told and Paul came in with her Mother. For the next hour the four of them sat and talked. Gradually the conversation moved away from Lucy to other things and Lucy began to relax. Later she helped her mother get tea ready and spent the night talking with her parents and watching TV just like any other teenage girl. The next morning provided her with a quandary. What should she wear. She didn't want to try her Dad's good will but at the same time she wanted to take every opportunity to build on the good will of yesterday. She crept downstairs her nightie and found her Mum in the kitchen. "Mum," she whispered, "what should I do? Am I Ian or can I be Lucy?" "Oh Lucy darling," she beamed. "I think it is going to be O.K." Lucy shot back upstairs almost whooping. Again her clothes were understated, a light pink top and pale blue skirt. For the next few days nothing much was said. Paul occasionally teased Lucy, who appeared for school as a boy but changed when she got home. On Tuesday evening Lucy got her answer from her father. He came in from work and gave her a small box. In it was a lovely gold chain and locket. On one side of the locket was a picture of Ian and on the other a picture of Lucy. "I hope you'll be happy as Lucy," Dad said, "I know we shall always love and be proud of you." Lucy could see he had a tear in his eye. She threw her arms round him and hugged him. "Hey careful," he said, "I'm not used to being attacked by teenage girls." But now he was smiling. The next day Lucy and her Mum were back at the Doctor's with the forms signed and ready for the treatment to begin. The Doctor gave Lucy a shot in her buttock and a prescription for hormone tablets. Over the next six weeks Lucy came back each week for her shot and carefully measured her body to see if there was any change. Lucy continued seeing Jon. She told him all that was happening and he was delighted, though with her doing GCSEs and him A levels it meant time together was limited especially as Lucy could hardly arrive at Jon's house dressed as Lucy. However that changed with one phone call from Sarah. "Hi," she said. "It must be three months since the play, how have you been? "Fine," said Lucy. "I just wondered if you needed any more help," continued Sarah. "What sort of help?" "The sort I gave you before with clothes, makeup and the like." It was out in the open. "Well that would be very kind," said Lucy, "are you sure you don't mind." "Of course I don't. I think we've all missed having you around The following Saturday afternoon Lucy, in her masculine guise found herself at Jon's house but in Sarah's bedroom. "Everyone's out," said Sarah, "so we can have a girl's afternoon." Sarah left Lucy to get changed. She quickly put on a pale blue bra, panties and suspenders with black stockings. She styled her hair and put on some light make up. Then slipped into the little red short sleeved dress she'd worn for Jon, put on her high heels, added a few bits of jewellery and she was ready. When she went into the lounge Sarah stood up to greet her. "Wow you look great," said Sarah. They sat down together on the settee and began chatting. Sarah had so many questions about Lucy and about the changes that had been going on in her life. After a while Sarah said, "So what have you underneath Lucy?" and when Lucy started to tell her she continued, "no don't tell me show me!" Lucy was a little hesitant but she agreed, slipped the dress over her head and stood there in just her undies while Sarah admired her. "You look great," Sarah said, "even stripped off you look like a girl. And I love your choice of undies. Did you have these when I lent you some of mine?" Lucy nodded and then made to put her dress back on. "Oh leave your dress off," said Sarah, "you look so good like that." "But I feel a bit odd," replied Lucy. "We let me join you," said Sarah, who took off her blouse and skirt. She was wearing a white bra and, through her tan tights, Lucy could see her light green panties. "Do you recognise the panties?" Sarah asked. "These were the ones I lent you. When you returned them I sensed that you hadn't finished dressing. Now you're here in just your undies." With that Sarah reached out and touched Lucy's panties. "You always said you liked the feel of girl's clothes. They do feel nice don't they Lucy?" "Oh yes they feel lovely," Lucy replied as she reached out for Sarah's bottom. Before either could make a decision they were kissing and running their hands over each other. "Why don't we go to my bedroom," Sarah suggested. Once in the bedroom the two girls lay together on the bed kissing and exploring each other's silk clad bodies. "Oh Lucy I have thought so much about this moment. I think I'm a lesbian really but the thought that you have a real prick inside those lovely panties of yours really turns me on." With that she slid down the bed, pulled Lucy's panties to one side releasing her prick which was hard. Sarah took it into her warm mouth. Lucy had never had anyone suck her prick before. It was wonderful. When Sarah came up and kissed Lucy full on the lips, she could taste her own maleness on Sarah's tongue. "Why don't you do the same for me Lucy?" she asked. Lucy was so excited she would have done almost anything. She knelt up on the bed and slowly slid Sarah's tights down her legs, kissing her way down to Sarah's feet as she did so. Lucy then turned round and eased her prick into Sarah's greedy mouth as she lowered her face into Sarah's crotch. She pulled the green panties to one side and began to kiss round Sarah's moist slit. Sarah didn't have much hair, obviously she trimmed it. After teasing Sarah for a while Lucy allowed her tongue to burrow its way inside Sarah's cunt. It tasted glorious and the effect on Sarah was incredible. She began to buck with her hips, forcing them up against Lucy's face but all the while keeping the suction going on Lucy's prick. It was clear neither of them were going to last long. It was Sarah who came first with a shudder that went through her whole body and caused Lucy to shoot her load of cum down Sarah's open throat. "Oh Lucy that was so good," said Sarah as they lay in each other's arms. "You're so good with your tongue. In fact you are just like a woman." "Well in most ways I am a woman," said Lucy. "I can see that. It seems as if your breasts are beginning to grow. Can I see?" Lucy unclipped her bra as Sarah sat up on the bed to get a good look at her breasts. "They are coming on nicely," she said. "I presume you're taking hormones." "Yes and they are beginning to work. Not only are they growing but are more sensitive to the touch." Sarah reached out to touch them while Lucy unclipped Sarah's bra, allowing her much fuller breasts to swing lose. Sarah knelt over Lucy one leg either side of her as she took Lucy's pert little tits in her hands. "Oh Sarah," Lucy moaned, "that feels so good." "I can see it does," Sarah replied. "Your prick is getting hard again." With that she slid Lucy's panties down her legs. Lucy lay there on the bed in just her suspender belt and stockings her prick getting harder as Sarah squeezed and sucked on her breasts. Sarah slid her own panties off her legs and Lucy saw her naked for the first time. "Like what you see do you," Sarah asked. "Oh very much," said Lucy, whose prick was now rock hard. Before Lucy could think what was happening Sarah had lowered herself onto Lucy's prick. It simply slid into her wet hole. "Oh," Lucy muttered in surprise. "Is that O.K.?" Sarah asked, a bit late. "I've never done this before," Lucy whispered. "Well you're no longer a virgin now, at least not as far as women are concerned but what about men?" "I've never done it with Jon," Lucy protested. "But I bet it won't be long before you do," Sarah teased and Lucy blushed. "But now little miss I'm going to fuck you good and proper." With that Sarah began to move her hips up and down as she gripped onto Lucy's breasts. Lucy was mesmerised by Sarah's tits swinging in front of her face. She raised her head to suck on one of Sarah's full brown nipples. The two of them began to move in unison, fucking each other with a will as they enjoyed each other's breasts. The fact that they had only recently cum meant that they were able to keep going for some time, but always with Sarah on top dictating that pace and Lucy being the passive partner, the girl to Sarah's boy. Even when Lucy did finally cum Sarah kept working herself up and down on Lucy's prick until she too enjoyed a delightful gushing orgasm. For some time they lay quietly side by side hands gently running over each other's naked bodies exploring, touching, holding. Never before had Lucy had such free access to a girl's body and never before had Sarah met a girl who had a real prick. Finally Sarah sat up, "Come on Lucy time to get ready my Mum will be home soon." "Oh yes I'd better get changed back before she comes," said Lucy. "No way," said Sarah. "If you want to come here as Jon's girl friend you have to start somewhere. I'll give you some clothes to put on because yours have a got a bit soiled and we'll meet my Mum together." To be followed by the fourth part of the making of Lucy.