Coming Out by Wendi Robertson. I was 19 years old. I was one year out of high school and now had a good paying job while I was attending the local college. I had just moved into an apartment with my high school pal, Joey, who was attending the same college. Joey was supposed to be gone for the weekend visiting his girlfriend at her out of town college. This was my first chance to dress in clothes I'd bought especially for myself. These were MY clothes, not a panty here and a bra there "borrowed" from my sister without her knowledge. Or, not a panty girdle or swim suit "borrowed" from the bedroom of the wife for whom I was babysitting while she and her husband were out for dinner and a movie. (How often, while in high school, had I donned the underwear of an unsuspecting wife while babysitting. How often I had locked myself in her bathroom dressed in her panties, girdle and padded bra -- or perhaps her sexy swim suit -- where I stimulated myself sexually while almost crying because I wanted so very much to be a girl!) Now, I could relax and didn't have to be secretive. I took a relaxing shower and shaved my legs. Then I slipped into a pair of coffee-colored panty-hose of the correct size. Then over my panty-hose I put on a pair of pink, silken panties. I love to wear panties and I love them to be over my panty-hose. Then I put on a pink bra that matched my panties, again of the correct size. No wadded up toilet paper for form and fullness this time--I had purchased an expensive pair of silicone bra pads. Then I slipped into the prettiest Teddy I had ever seen. It was pale blue with lots of frills and lace. I then sat and carefully applied my makeup. First my foundation makeup, then my eyeshadow and liner, and then my rich, deep red lipstick. Then I put on my shoulder length wig. It was not a cheap wig, but one of high-quality workmanship. Today I became a ravishing blonde. I looked at the young woman in the mirror, and the sexual longings surged forward throughout my very being. I wanted to be a woman so much it actually hurt! (Up to this time in my life, although I had often longed to be first a girl, and later a young woman, while dressed, I never thought of having sex with a man.) After admiring myself in the mirror, I donned my four-inch heels and proceeded to strut about the apartment a bit. Suddenly I heard the back door open. It was Joey. I panicked! I grabbed a robe and put it on. I threw my wig in a corner. I forgot about my makeup and high-heel shoes. Joey walked into the room and his eyes open wide. "What do we have here!?" He said in a rather loud voice. I tried to run to lock myself in the bathroom but Joey caught me. I was no match for his strength, he was a star football player. Joey was rough--he pulled off my robe and I was standing there before my best friend, my secret fully revealed! I thought he would be in a rage. Instead he smiled and said, "My goodness, even though my mother told me not to live with a girl, I guess I am anyway! What is your name, young lady?" I hesitated, I was both so embarrassed and excited. I was almost faint! I softly replied, "Wendi..." Then Joey spotted my wig on the floor. He picked it up and said, "Put this on, Wendi, and let me see how you look." I put my wig back on and combed it out before the mirror. Joey came up from behind and placed his arms about my waist. He looked at me in the mirror, saying, "I think my new girlfriend is very pretty and sexy, too!" With this, Joey turned me around and planted a big kiss on my lips. Then he became obviously excited and he forced his tongue inside of my mouth! I was now scared. Being scared didn't do me any good, though. Joey forced me down on the couch and laid atop me. He didn't take my Teddy off but he forced my legs apart as he continued to kiss me. Then he slipped his trousers and shorts down, and exposed his rigid member to my eyes. He pressed his powerful body against me. He then commenced a repeated thrusting motion of his pelvis, which caused his rigid member to slide back and forth on the crotch of my Teddy. My sex was very hard and up against my tummy, beneath my panty-hose, panties, and Teddy. But the rhythmic motion of his rigid member pressing and sliding against my sex sent new and wonderful feelings throughout my being. I was no longer scared--I was a young woman in the arms of her..yes, her male lover...I put my arms about Joey as he continued his repeated thrusts. I knew I was in love with Joey...I wanted to be his bride..his wife!! His tongue darted inside of my mouth. Then he began to moan and, at the same time, I felt my climax approaching. He cried out and I felt his hot love juices spurting onto the crotch of my beautiful, silken and lacy Teddy. I shuddered with my climax and cried out, "Oh, Joey, I want you to make me pregnant!" We laid there in each other arms, exhausted, saying nothing to each other. My panties, hose and Teddy were soaked with our mingled juices. Both of our lives changed forever, that wonderful day! 1