Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2023 14:33:16 +0000 (UTC) From: "queerturtleneck@yahoo.com" Subject: The Turtleneck Tales, Chapter 9 Friday took forever to come. There was a little buzz around school, in class and in practice about Peter and I as a couple but by Thursday it was normal and no one really batted an eye at us walking into school holding hands. We met after practices though and we snuck into the woods near the plaground between the school and Peter's house to fool around a little bit. We didn't dare trust each other to not get too involved with each other and get caught by his parents. Don't get me wrong at all, sucking on Peter's gorgeous penis gave me immense pleasure and he was good at returning blowjobs. But Friday, I could not wait till Friday! Mom was okay, at least I think she was okay with me dressing after school. My routine after school was pretty complicated and kept me in my room for a good while. I would shower and take the time to keep up my hair removal. After shaving, I used the laser on my armpits and my anal area. My goal was complete hair removal but that would take a long time. After dealing with my hair I put a fresh turtleneck on, panties and matching slouch socks. Then I started with my makeup and nails. Finally, inserting my butt plug. Mom said I was getting better at it. After girlying up I put on my pajama pants and hung out with mom for dinner and then it was homework. Finally, and my nights were getting later, I masturbated to pictures of Peter on my phone, went through the makeup removal routine and went to sleep. On Friday morning I told mom I was not feeling well and wanted to stay home. I hardly miss school and mom said it was fine and that she would make me lunch but I was on my own for dinner. I didn't mind the rest, even though spring break was the week after next. I did mind missing the track meet tomorrow and I'm pretty Coach Sampson would be annoyed but I had something bigger and better for today. I just needed the time to get ready. As soon as mom left I got out of bed and went through my hair and body routine. I was planning on doing it an hour or so before Peter arrived because I wanted to be as fresh as possible. I dressed in my blue panties, brown turtleneck, my light gray leggings and my brown 'slouch socks. I just love wearing leggings with my turtlenecks and socks. They are so feminine and I look so cute with my socks slouched over my leggings. At school I'm only wore my skinny jeans twice, Monday and Tuesday. While it is true that I don't want to be a girl or even look like a girl, I love wearing girly clothes, wearing makeup and acting feminine. It feels natural to me and I think Peter likes it. I can feel myself starting to feel repulsed by my boy clothes and looking for any reason to dress up, even just a little. Of course, the reason I don't have more girly clothes is the lack of funds. Despite not being in school the day kind of dragged on and on. I was being disciplined by not touching myself all morning into the afternoon. Peter wouldn't be here till five at the earliest, so it was a difficult day in that regard. I passed the time time with video games with Tom who was also taking a day off from school. To be fair though, he did sound sick. All day though my sexual excitement was constant, and the temptation to touch myself was overwhelming at times. I loved dressing femme in my turtleneck and my slouch socks and my panties, wearing makeup and acting girly around the house. I also tried feminizing my voice to match my look. It was so much fun! At three thirty I took a break to insert my butt plug to prepare for Peter's grand entrance. I love the feeling of having having something in me, and I was so incredibly excited for him to fuck me. I spent a good amount of time cleaning myself before lathering lube onto the plug and in my hole and inserting it. `Mmmm, yes,' I moaned as I felt the fullness. Almost instinctively I wanted to rock it in and out of me. I need a dildo badly. Or Peter's long, hard penis right now. I then changed my clothes. The brown turtleneck and socks are fine for around the house or casual sex, but this was going to be special, it was the first time i was going to be dressed en femme for my lover and it had to be the right outfit. I folded the brown turtleneck and brown slouch socks and put them in my drawers. I also took off my panties and tossed them into the laundry. I wasn't going to need them. I took out my pink turtleneck and pink slouch socks. I smiled as I pulled my head through the snug turtleneck collar and folded it properly. Say what you will at the price, the collars of these turtlenecks were perfectly tall and snug. I then pulled my pink slouch socks on all the way up where they almost reach my knees. They'll slouch during sex. The thought of that made my penis jump and twitch. I then pulled out my denim skirt and slipped it on. Finally I stepped in my pink socked feet into my chunky black Mary Janes. I brought my desk chair into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked amazing, if I may say so myself. With my pink turtleneck tucked into my denim skirt, my pink slouch socks and my black Mary Janes, I looked so gay and so effeminate. With the addition of make up and an attempt to feminize my hair, it would be perfect. You may notice I did not mention my panties because I wasn't wearing any. The outline of my skirt was enhanced, not spoiled, by my erect penis which was hungry for my darling Peter, my boyfriend,my lover. I applied my makeup lightly. A bit of foundation, a hint of blush to complement my dark blue eyeliner. I painted my nails a reddish pink and finally I applied a similarly shaded lipstick. My hair needs to be styled, so the next time I go for a haircut I`m going to see what they can do about that. I think I need to grow it out more for the look I want: an effeminate turtleneck twink. I was just smoothing my turtleneck collar out and adjusting the height of my skirt on my waist when the doorbell rang. I grabbed my towel from the hanger and tossed it on my bed as I dashed down the stairs. Impatiently the doorbell rang again. I knew it was Peter, I could feel his masculine presence between me and the door. I swung open the door and nearly squealed with delight. Peter stood before me, one hand resting on his hip and the other draped with his black North Face parka. He was wearing his blue mohair Fair Isle turtleneck sweater. The ribbed collar was so tall and fitted his beautiful face so perfectly. Peter`s hair, still damp from his shower, was tucked behind his ears. His smile was melting and he looked so incredibly hot, sexy, handsome and sensuous in his turtleneck sweater. I took his hand and pulled him in. We fell into each other`s arms and we kissed passionately, madly with passion and desire. His arms were wrapped around my waist and mine around his turtleneck collar. The feeling of the soft mohair of his turtleneck made my desire for him irresistible. `Oh Peter, let's go,' I whispered huskily into his ear before pressing my face into the soft mohair of his turtleneck collar.