7 comments/ 19455 views/ 9 favorites From Stubble to Foundation By: tre34harr This is a story about a guy who can only love with someone if he changes them from a guy to a girl... in time the guy he takes goes through the changes and welcomes the end outcome. If there is anything you don't like about crossdressing and sex changes this isn't the story for you, but if it is read on and have your eyes opened wide. ***** "I hold my hand up and even though you can not tell by looking at me now, but in all truths I used to be a guy; a guy just like you or like any guy you know or have met in your life time; I was into the normal thing any typical guy of nineteen would be; girls, drink, football and cars. I definitely though I would in the end live my life out as a guy; getting older and maturing, however like I said used to be as now I have been taken away from all that mescaline nonsense; and changed for the better to stand beautiful, sexy and stunning... Completing this great and dramatic change for the needs and wants of my hot and all too sexy boyfriend, so that I can stand next to him as his girl... As his girlfriend for others in this world to see... And oh how I am happy to be this way... Oh how truly happy I am to hold his hand this way... It had started over a year ago; my boyfriend stated it being a long and steady process, but oh how worthwhile it was... He tells me he loves only me; the person I have now become, but oh what a journey what a story to tell. I have seen... I have felt... I have loved, this is something we both wanted; both truly needed to happen and no one can ever turn me back... No one as the power now to change my life; as my love for my man and his love for his girl who stands before him is truly immense. Oh let me tell you how I have taken and welcomed so this great form... Oh it as all worked out for the best; and oh how I stand for the better..." from stubble to foundation -1- I was like I said a guy; as any typical guy I stood around 5'6 high, weighted around 10ish stone and well built; aiming in every way to keep fit and to eat well. I had light sandy brown hair; that had been kept shaved at the sides and very wavy styled on top; I had once grew it out when I was younger, but my older brother would always tease me about it, so I've kept it shortish ever since. My eyes are almond shaped; and a light oak brown. My face is slim and thin, hey a handsome one if I dare say so, which as always made me look just a little younger than I really am. I would always wear the coolest and modern of styles and fashions; the weather was hot now in June and July stepping out mostly in vest showing off my arms, shorts to show off my legs and casual trains with short cut ankle shocks. Having skin with a nice natural tone to it added to my good looks; the sun merely heightened my bronze tone; I truly wanted every last ray to touch every last point of my body. However I even at 19 looked quite young for a guy of my age and I really had no real protruding adam's apple to speak of, a slim nose, my eyebrows are actually rather thin and shaped and I have rather slopping down shoulder line. I have a quite slim and slender. My arms have always had much more tone rather than bulk and my hands were small and soft; people would often comment on my girly hand, but it never got to me. I have fairly nice legs though, since I walk almost everywhere and used to bike ride as often as I could. I've been doing squats in the safety of my own home lately to keep my thighs strong, although unfortunately I think it's mainly just been making my butt more shaped and you could say rather plump. To tell you the truth I'm comfortable in my body though, I guess, I never wanted to be one of those guys who are really bulked up. I had moved through Europe travelling out from my home land in the weather months to this small little town by the beach in the summer season. I rested there and planned to stay and study; being very new in this area and wanting so much to met other people besides those who speak my home own language I joined a friends group; creating a profile and checking out some of their upcoming events and activities. I also started to look at the different members of the group; clicking on and reading through their profile's to find out who they were and what they wanted in life. I then took the plunge found two activities I wanted to take part in and added my name to the group. I had signed up for a pub night and also a music event. 10 people alongside me had already signed up to the pub night and only around 7 had signed up for the music night; I had noticed a few same people on both and hoped they would soon become close friends. One guy truly stood out on the night; Paul Stewart, he had been on a number of these groups activities now and the both of you just seemed to have clicked immediate; he was two years older than me, but our conversations seemed to follow; no paused nor awkward silences; focus around girls, drink, football and cars. I was getting to know him so well; he was a good guy and we were beginning to like having each other around her. He didn't mind my poor English and I didn't mind some of his kinky jokes. You could say we had a good laugh and a close bond; there was one night were we were out on a group night with around 17 other's and we just seemed to be only talking to each other the enter night. "So then Danilo you see any hotties that take your eye? I'd like to know what your type is?" "What!"I muttered, not knowing how to react; as his question was a little out of the norm of our conversation. "You know which girl's here have caught your eye...' he replied a little more sensible. 'Man hey I'm sorry. We could go back talking about sport or something if you're more comfortable with that." I looked across to my new friend and then looked around the club. "No no it's fine really... It's just that I haven't had a conversation like this. Just need to get in the flow of things." I laughed still not sure if I was okay with it still. 'So no problems." I then saw her, a girl at the far side of the club; I guided him over to her with my eyes and he smiled. "Nice very nice indeed; very good taste." He then paused and took a long sip of his drink and then placed a hand on my shoulder drawing me in. "Friend's don't hide anything from each other... Danilo I find my friendships work better that way. It's when you hide what you really feel that gets you in trouble.' He went on, I warmed to what I was hearing. 'There'll be another day... Another day for some good talk, some further drinking and just flirt with someone and see how it feels!" Paul just seemed to want to stay by my side and I just wanted to get to know him further. As I got into my taxi I asked. "So when will I see you again?" He looked up into my eyes; I had the taxi door open, but Paul needed to know. "Hey Danilo the nights moved on so quickly; just a few hours ago we didn't even know each other... But now I hope we are friends.' I nodded in reply. 'Tomorrow may see us together again." "That would be nice." I replied as I stepped inside the taxi as the drive called out for me to get in. "Well until tomorrow then, look after yourself." Both of us smiled and he stepped away; it did seem a little final as he closed the taxi door on me and the taxi drive ask where to. Then sudden Paul just wasn't around; he hadn't attended any of the great events and hey I actually found myself missing having him around, so straight away I clicked on his page and left him a little message staging how good it was to have met him at both evenings and how cool it was to talk to him; and also that it would be good maybe to see him around on any up coming group evening. It was a further two days however before I found a reply and learnt that he too with great relief felt somewhat the same; -Tomorrow will come soon enough- I can tell you now I wiped my hand over my brow and sat back in my chair. I found myself with a wide warm smile on my face. Paul and I stayed in contact via messenger for the rest of day before our conversations turned somewhat sexual; talking about girls back home and also about sexy clothes... To much of my surprise I was actually answering each question the best that I could; just happily being able to chat to Paul, I didn't care what he was asking. I then the following day got a message from Paul asking to in fact met just the two of us. My hand shook I truly wanted to say yes, but at first I really didn't know what to make of it; it was after all without the group. I took a few second; passing the notice of the meeting around my head, I soon then realised that it could actually be a good thing; it would be a good way to hopefully found out other things we may have in common and also a change to gain a better knowledge of each other about this Paul. So I then sat back down in front of my computer and put together the right reply; I had taken my time to read it twice before I set on the message I send. -Hi there paul Must admit I was going to say no at first, but what the hell... We've had a damn good time on the few group events, so yeah I'd like that. It was funny; we actually had to force ourselves to move around talking with other... So a time to talk and a chance to get to know more would be great. Tomorrow night at the first pub would be a greater chance than ever! Danilo- It was as if he was waiting with either his laptop in front of him or his phone in hand for my reply as it was just a second in time before I had received Paul's reply with a time and that we would met outside and walk inside together. I was happy to have gained a different type of friend and so quickly too; a friend in this new place I was happy with and to be around. The following night around an hour or so before I'd head out to met Paul I stood in front of my bathroom mirror; my heart racing, a hint of red to my cheeks and the corners of my lips in a smile. I stood just in a pair of black boxers and matching socks; still not truly knowing what to wear. I took my toothbrush and cleaned my teeth. As I brushed I thought to myself; 'Come on now Danilo it's not like you're meeting up with a girl or something.. It's just a met up with a friend; head out in a t-shirt or a top, just wear something good and cool.' But I couldn't just stop myself. I then washed my hands and then scrubbed my face with black head remover; it was something Paul had in fact recommended I'd use the first time we chatted and it actually seemed to be working. I had soon seen the change to my facial skin. I must admit I had gone to the drug-store searching high and low for the products, but couldn't find it anywhere where I normally find guy products; it wasn't until I asked one of the lady assistance where I could find it... I was in the ladies skin care aisle; I was having second thoughts, but as she lead me to it so quickly and placing it in my hand I just raced to the counter paid for the item and headed home; it was so funny looking back on it now. I walked across the landing to my bedroom and found my electric-razor and then stood in front of the mirror again; and started to remove the 5 o'clock shadow I had gotten. I know it's strange, but I had recalled Paul stating to one or two of the girls at the first meeting that I was one of his pet hates stubbed on guys that seemed to have no plan nor structure and I hod my hand's up mine never truly did. With my face scrubbed and now clean shaven I started to look at my hair; with a little wax on my hand I slowly started to style it the way I'd always liked it these past 12 months. As I got the wavy flick of my hair just right I left the bathroom and once again opened my wardrobe not knowing what I was going to ware. I really could place why after all it was just two guys meeting nothing that important, but here I was. I then went to my computer looking through one or two pictures of myself on the group website and then it jumped out on me; Paul had left a comment about a shirt I was wearing in one of the nights out that he couldn't make. And without a second glance back at the screen nor thought in my mind I was at my wardrobe and rummaging inside for the black denim shirt, which had silver spiked studs on the shoulder; and then the same spray-on jeans I had had in the picture, which I had actually brought in the child section of the clothes store and they fitted my like a glove and I number of girls had been known to comment about how my ass looked good in them. He said to me with a soft smile "Danilo you look okay man; glad you're wearing that top; liking those spikes it looks good on up.' he then paused abruptly and stepped back a few steps; he then came in and with a hand moved my hair around. 'See now that's much better." I had let him I had just let him move my hair. I didn't know why, but I didn't seem to mind nor stop him; or following that moved it back. I stated that I thought he was also dressed well and then said. "Should we not go inside; the song right now is my fav's and I could do with a drink." I touched my throat for affect. The start of the night seemed to flow great and normal; we had got our drinks and found a place to stand. Paul talked a lot, but not about himself at all he was truly asking me question paying me all the attention. Yeah it was really great we talked all night our eyes only looking up from time to time at beautiful girls that walked on by. Paul lifted his bottle to his lips and too a swig; I followed suit and drunk a little more. Then he looked across at me with a side grin and took another drink; when out of the blue he asked me, "Boxers or briefs?' I almost chocked a little of my drink rolling down my chin. Paul smiled almost liking my shyness, stating after that. 'Come on it's a simple either question." And at that I found myself answering. "Um well boxer briefs to be exact; it mushes up my tunk... Man you do have a way of catching me off guard with your questions." I responded smirking, I put it down to the drink loosening me up. "Sorry man. Better be ready to go on the fly tonight. No more getting caught off guard. Think on your toes a little more. No. Don't think... React!' Paul declared as if he were the boss. He continued, 'Well now Danilo aren't you going to ask what I wear?" "Um sure. Boxers or briefs?" I asked shyly. "Boxers! I like how it nests my cock." he laughed making a cup shape with his left hand symbolising the firm hold, but maybe it was me who was sharing a little too much as he showed me his boxers; they were just a pair of light blue boxers with red piping on them; not in the least attractive! And by the ending of the night I must have had a lot to drink, I was hanging off his every word and I found myself leaving with Paul and this red-hot girl; both of us sharing her embrace. It wasn't long before I was finding any excuse to be near him and he did everything to encourage it. I played the perfect helpless-one with no shame; to be truthful it was ugly, but I couldn't help myself. We would always do what he wanted; heading out to his favourite hangout, which was a bar near where his apartment was. He would work his magic not only on me, but on the girls in the bar. I was soon hooked dressed in clothes and styles that he liked, always stating "To make me look good for the girls." He was dynamic and always the gentlemen; and of course there were other nights and other girls; threesome after threesome. One girl I recall was a fiery red head and she was into control, which seemed to drive Paul on and on. There was this sweet blonde who Paul had noticed I liked; he told me to talk to her. She was around the sixth girl; and this was the first threesome I had started. Back at his place I was doing all the kissing and pleasing, which seemed to drive Paul on. There was one girl, we had together that somehow we had gotten her away from this other guy she happened to be talking to; and boy looking back on that night she was a screamer. There was one night Paul had made a beeline for a girl with this nice fine plum ass; that night Paul had her sitting down on my face. He seemed to warm to this because we had her again the second time with her sexy high-heel wearing friend; Paul had her firmly standing on my back. I could feel her heels all through the next day. The last threesome with a girl started badly; the girl had blown us both off the night and soon after that our night just came to and end. Paul left his drink and I followed on to get a taxi. "Gotta go back to yours tonight; think my minds gonna blow." "Yeah sure no trouble.' I nodded. 'The sofa's yours." "I truly appreciate it Dani." I added with a smile. It was a cold night in August it was the first time I had put on a scarf; Paul had said it covered up my great neck, but I was happy that I was warm tonight as we got into a taxi home. The taxi drive was over in seconds there wasn't much traffic on the roads, but it cost me over a tenner; 'It would have been worth the fair if the girl was with us.' I thought to myself as I added him the note. I must admit I had become accustom to our threesomes over the past to months and the girl was hot someone I could see myself inside. I liked the clothes she was dressed in and her hair was styled and her make-up suited her face. Inside my little flat Paul sat himself down on the sofa, he looked down and glum. "Hey now you put some tunes on and I'll get us a drink from the fridge; I think there's some cold ones on my list." "Yeah I'll log myself on." I didn't take a second thought to him knowing my laptop password off by heart and went into the kitchen. I was only gone for a second and when I walked back into the living room I couldn't hear much music and Paul was sitting on the sofa with his jeans unbuttoned and his fly open. He saw nothing wrong with his actions and held out his hand for his can. He thanked me before turning his full attention to the screen of my laptop. I leaned back into the cushions of the sofa and as he drunk from the can I actually pored my can into a glass. I saw that he was watching porn. I could see a number of girls on the screen they were standing around a kings size bed all dresses in the similar style negligée; however to my utter breathless they were watching two hot masculine guys making out. I turned to Paul to my left and he seemed to be getting off on this; him rubbing him crotch with both hands. I was in fact watching him more than what was going on on screen. I tried to tell my head to turn away and just go for the can on the table in front of him, but I just couldn't stop myself; my eyes were firmly locked and I continued watching Paul. I as he was getting off was becoming more excited and totally turned on by all this; I opened up the second button to my shirt. I felt my cock becoming hard and tight in my jeans and I too had to open my jeans and unzip my jeans now. And even though he never looked away from the screen he smiled knowingly; pleased with my actions and pleased that I felt comfortable in doing this. My heart started to race, butterfly feelings were in my stomach and my brow was wet with sweat when he pulled out his cock. He then took hold of his pink long hard cock in his hand and started to masturbate; his hands moving up and down a prize waiting to be touched. 'I can't I mustn't... This isn't for me... Not for a guy like me!!' I was there fighting these new found needs and desires, but I still couldn't stop looking down at the cock in front of me. It had a little glistening bead of delicious looking pre-cum. "I'm going to make you mine tonight..." I heard him say with a sharp needing groan; his words breaking down the walls, I now wanted this and was curious to how his cock would feel in my hands or even my mouth was too damn much to fight. From Stubble to Foundation -2- Following that I put up no true resistance; when Paul had grabbed me by the hand and pulled me on the sofa. I lay gently on top of him; our cocks press and rub against each other through my jeans; his cock being far bigger his 8+ inches rubbing my definitely smaller cock hard. I had always told Paul about my small cock being no more then around 5 inches. It had made me feel much better about my little cock when I head him whisper in my ear. "I do love the idea of your cute cock. It's oh damn smaller, but I like it. Don't be ashamed of your cock, because it isn't my 8 inches..." as he grips my firm butt through my skinny tight jeans and my hands touched his body. My heart began to ran I could feel the power of Paul's hard muscular body as he presses it against mine and it is such an incredibly sexy feeling! I feel that I am totally in his utter control; oh yes at this stage he knew he had me wrapped around his little finger and it is somehow exciting to realise that Paul could force me to do anything, even if I tried to resist... I am panting in lust as Paul breaks away from our kiss and he then pulled me down to his crotch my hand was in his power; the cocks was hand in my hand; I felt a thrill flow through my and I wanted it there. It seemed to fit naturally. In lust and emotion I moved down; his cock had an intoxicating smell, and as I saw the pre-cum start to drip from the cock. He took a firm hold of the top of my hand and pushed his forward; I was completely in Paul's control I think looking back on the night he truly sensed it too. He looks me over, smiling wickedly and says, "Please you don't have to worry about a thing; we are doing this together. You're going to love everything that happens here today, but hey Danilo I must tell you the truth there may be some things that through our path together you might not have wanted, but like I said we are in this path together and you won't have any choice!" He stated calmly, but with a forceful tone that leaves no room for disagreement. I found my mouth just opening as the smell of his cum rushed up my nose; my whole body alive to all of this. I quickly let my tongue touch it; it tasting the salty flavour of his cum. My tongue then licked down his hard shaft; my saliva getting his cock wet, moist and smooth; it was now much easier to take in and out. Deeper into my mouth, I could hear Paul getting off on this; panting and calling out for it. "More my sexy... Yes more." I nod my head; I went faster and deeper on the word sexy; not really knowing nor understanding why, but never the less here I was. I was beginning to find the sense of being powerless and in the control of this sexy dominant man to be really exciting! My own cock at this point stiff and hard; the night move after than I expected. It was after that night something had changed within me; something was not the same, I had began to look at Paul, and some other guys in a new light. I found my gaze lingering on hard masculine bodies with their tight buns and hidden but powerful cocks. I began to dream about being fucked by guys and I was constantly fantasising about what it would be like... I still even past my this point enjoyed sex with girl, but in the midst of things it's Paul I do enjoy being with the most. I woke up there that next morning on the sofa still in the same clothes and my jeans around my ankles, but as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes Paul wasn't there next to me. Had I dreamt the whole entire thing, but I knew I didn't I could still taste him and his cum inside my unclean mouth. I then heard him call out. "I've cooked you some breakfast; it's on the kitchen top. I hope you like it..." I had noticed that he was dressed and nearing the front door, as I asked. "Aren't you staying to join me?" He shook his head informing me. "Look sorry I've got to run, things to finish in town.' I stood tall and still before him; he was acting as if it hadn't happened; as I pulled my boxers and jeans up to cover my cock. 'Thanks for looking after me, I'll text you soon as this things over... Meet up for another night yeah!" I wanted to get up a smack him there where he stood, but held my own as he leaned in redeemingly I though he was going to kiss me, but as a consolation he brushed my longish hair out of my face. "Now that's better, you get cleaned up... eat well." and with that he left. That entire morning consisted of me getting up off the sofa, taking a nice warm shower, with only a towel around my waste eating the now cold breakfast he had cooked, making sure my mobile was charged, then getting dressed and probably most of all from time to time okay a lot more than that checking to see if he had text me or not. Around midday I reopened my laptop and after a few searches watching the same porn clip that Paul had put on last night, so that I could at least play over in my head what had happened. My mobile sounded; I sprang up off the sofa and picked up the phone. I opened up the text; my heart warmed my body from the first morn chill, -Thanks for last night your mouth fuck was the best... Sorry it took some long getting back to you things have been busy no end here... Get yourself over here now as I've got us a girl and she's... well she's dying to meet you. I tell you Danilo she's up for it this time.- I just left everything; the music playing and the porn film on; pulled up my jeans and headed out the door on his orders. I didn't get a bus nor a taxi; I didn't want to wait I just ran knowing I had to be there right away. I rang his door buzzer and he let me up calling out. "What took you so long; I'm almost cooked." I ran up the stairs to his apartment; taking two or three steps at a time. As I knocked he pulled open the door; Paul stood before me there only in just his boxers; I noticed the trail of his and hers clothes at his feet going into his bedroom. Paul looked good he's truly a hunk; I had only seen him naked a few times in our threesomes, but I had never taken that into account nor admit it before; somehow it seemed I definitely done now and I did hide it either. Paul put his arm around me; my mouth I knew was wide open. He kicked the door shut with his foot; he then came behind me kissing the back of my neck, oh how my knees were about to go. Paul took off my top and touch my body. I tell you his affection towards me felt good; he awakened the fire in me, lit up the air I breath. "Man the girl is so up for it this time... It took some talking too, but she's naked in my bed wanting us Danilo..." There was more kissing as he led me to his bedroom door; I then felt his tongue slip into my mouth as his lips pressed on mine. He then pulled away and opened the door; in the light of the sun through his window I could see it was the girl from last night. 'I could kill you right now.' the thought seemed to explode in my head. I still entered the room however; Paul doing all of the guiding. I had make up my mind I would pay her little to not attention giving my all to Paul; then her. Half way through I had came to realise that it was mainly just me on Paul in fact; with the girl trying her best to get some of the action. I had make him cum as he ate her out. Paul then coldly got her dressed and then open of the door; with little talking and little touching. "Glad that's over with the cow!' he said as the door at only just closed; maybe she had heard. And as I smiled he laughed I was sure I heard a kick on the door, but it didn't affect either of us, as he continued. 'I'm so fucking glad you were there Danilo, we've so left her wanting more... Fuck you were so damn good man at giving me what my cock craves." I blushed, my cheeks red that even I could tell I was blushing. I just couldn't find the words he came in and kissed me. "That's why its just you and me for now Daniela... No other's to mess us about." 'Had he really just call me Daniela...' Was my first though back then, but the thought was soon dashed aside as his tongue was in my mouth again and his hands were firmly on my ass; I was lost in this embrace. A whole year had past of my life; as I Danilo stand in a better and different life... truly changed forever. I now know and understand the new path I walk on since meeting this great guy and now here I am; alone in his bedroom. Both of us naked on his bed; finding my ass willingly and openingly taking his stiff hard and oh so long and thick cock; panting and screaming out for more. I was truly connected to him, to this sexual act... Well back then I didn't know what to call him, but now I can look back and call him my boyfriend. I on a number of occasions didn't act full on my emotions for a fellow guy at first; liking it better when it was Paul who took me, use me and abuse me. I have the exciting sense that he expects me to be a part of his life for a long time... I was laying next to Paul; it was just me and him; the night before was good. We had come back to his apartment; it was warm inside our bedroom and we didn't bother pulling over a blanket. As I curled myself next to Paul; I was have a hard time falling asleep because my mind keeps wandering; flicking from my past to my future. Eventually I had managed to nod off to sleep; my eyes then opened again half awake and dozing. I turn around just for a second and see my alarm clock says 3:30, Paul was fast asleep and I just felt cold, so with out much thought I merely pull the blanket on top of my body. I soon fall back asleep after that, until my alarm starts to buzz and wakes me up. Paul must have set it, because I felt him get up no doubt off to the gym. I had long stopped going to the gym; Paul often telling me I had to stop bulking up and be happy for a while. Paul had done his thing and left the alarm ringing; I hit the off button and take a look at my alarm clock. It reads 6:45; Paul had always like to hit the gym at 7. I snuggle with the pillow for a moment, and then force myself to get up. I pulled of the blanket, stood up and then walk to take a look at myself in the mirror. I wasn't in my pyjamas; I turned around to see that they were on the floor at the side of the bed, I guess I must have overheated at took them off in the early hours of the night. I was in fact wearing a pair of panties. I froze looking at myself in the mirror; I truly didn't know what to make of it all. 'What the fuck it going on.. Only girl's wear panties, and last time you looked Danilo you're no girl.' I thought as I took the panties off; feeling rather confused to how this could have happen. I then put on my pyjamas and then hide the panties inside my drawer in my bedside table. Hoping to wash of the smell of heat I headed across the hallway to the bathroom. The bathroom was to tell you the truth the only downside to the entire apartment; you see my landlord hand modernised the rest of the building, but out of respect for his mother couldn't dare change the room; it hadn't really bothered me at all only up until resonantly and it is truly a sight. I mean truly horrible; I don't mean like the flush doesn't work or something, I just mean horrible; it should go in the book of records as being the most ugliest bathroom in history. The flooring is bright green, the tile around the bath that had at one point been green too have been yellowed and tarnished by years of use, paired with a sink, toilet, and bath set that is a dark copper orange; no one seemed to stay long in our bathroom. I opened the window a little; like Paul always said "No one likes a steamed up mirror after a good long bath." I leaned over the tub and put in the plug, I turned on the warmth water and to which I added some lilac-scented bubble bath. I wait until the water is steaming then turned on the cold water to take off the edge. I quickly got undressed out of my pyjamas and stepped into the nice warm bath. After letting the warmth wash all over me I picked up one of the new bottles Paul had for me in the bathroom; I flicked the cap and took a smell, it smelt good... no amazing and I lather up my body with lavender scrub. 'Okay maybe your on to something... It doesn't help to smell your best; enough if that does mean smelling somewhat like a girl for a bit.' I though recalling what Paul had said the first time I saw all these new toiletry's. I soon came to realise that there is no greater feeling than that of my smooth and soft skin. Then I grab from the side shelve my old regular shampoo and conditioner, but when I turn it upside down, nothing comes out. 'Funny that was only half full the other day.' I though as I scratched my head, pondering where it had all gone. Realising it was empty, I reluctantly grab the Sunsilk shampoo Paul had also brought. I look at the label, ''Strawberry and Vanilla Extract,'' 'Whatever; as long as I'm bloody clean!' I though to myself, 'shampoo is shampoo.' So I put some on the palm of my hand and wash my hair and to tell you the truth I just can't stop sniffing the air as it fills up with a sweet strawberry smell. After washing my hair and body with this new girly product I pulled out the plug and stepped out of the bath. I admired myself in the mirror for a while after I had finished drying myself off; looking back truly I have never felt better nor smelt lovely. My entire body was smooth, fragrant and soft to the touch; I so wanted Paul to feel every inch of me. I then heard Paul slam the door and call out to me through the door. "Hey my sexy one.. I've got you some breakfast!" I smiled wide; and called out no doubt he could hear the joy in my voice when I answered him. "I'll be right out.' but I truly needed to know just how I had woken up in some random pair of knickers. 'Hey could you just tell me Paul just why was I wearing ladies knickers this morning?" There was no reply from Paul at first so I quickly came out of the bathroom with just a towel around my thin waist; Paul put down the bag's in the corridor of my apartment and then stepped in close and hugged me. I held out my hands halting him embrace; stating. "Not now I'm still a bit wet and besides I still don't know about those knickers?" Paul smiled and looked me in the eye and started to inform him how he got to put on the sexy pair of girls knickers of me. -3- "I'll take over now I think my dear beauty; the reader who if their a guy is no doubt either wanking themselves now or no doubt thinking about it as the story gets better or if their a girl figuring their sweet pussy or hoping the story steps up a notch to get a better thrill; and so the reader needs to know just how your sweet change happened." I informed my bea, lightly brushing my hand over her soft cheek. She turned around to face me the guy who had given her this new life, I saw her look into my eyes, but followed my request as often she did. Danilo stood lost in a new love, new emotions and new findings; he falling to a new grace. A new light shining on him in my smile. I had liked him in those knickers, but you see there even from this early point in her change there is a lot ahead of him... My action are all apart of one big end... An end now I am pleased to say is all at hand. Now I know what you are asking yourself, who would want to do this to a free and genuine guy and most of all why... I could laugh; as no doubt you think I am evil or sick... What monster would or merely could do this too another human bring... Well first off I am no monster nor am I evil... The need is a simple one really; I want love... It just happens however to be a different type of love to that of the normal kind, but who truly as the right or power to state what is normal and besides I could miss out on a opportunity like this after all. Now I guess I should actually provide you all with a little insight to who I am and why I have these feeling and desires inside of me and my head. I am Paul Stewart, born in a small town called Kidsgrove and I'm 21 years ago. Born in June at the beginning of the 90's into a simply household and into a simply family; mum, sister and a brother, my father had long left my mum after I was born. As the youngest of the family who was always looking to gain some power or upper hand to my sisters and brother before me. At the first opportunity I moved out of the family home; its been over ten years now since I've stepped over the doors to that old house and I never wish too again. I now live down south in a great beach town; enjoying the days were I can sit in the sun and just watch the world go by and picture in my head what thing I could do to them if I had the change. Even now as I look back at this times I feel a tingle in my boxers; I had only found out that I had these hidden desires four years ago in the dark depth of my mind, but oh how they are much more stronger and powerful now... Governing nearly every part of my life... my true being; and from the very beginning of these emotions I must admit that I couldn't actually pin point the very start nor where they had ever emerge from; all I knew for sure and could tell you was that after my first tentative steps into sex and my sexual likes that I had no doubt become very sexually controlling and dominate; from what I wanted, how I wanted it and when I wanted it. Then to my utter surprised something must have just clicked in my head and heart, a light must have come on I liked how a person could change themselves into another sex, someone who was born one, but who would want and need to be, dress and act another. In the hot warm days of the south soon enough these slight feelings grew, it was an act I found myself wanting to carry out an act I needed to undertake. The very idea it would be the ultimate definition of control; having someone willing have themselves changed and have no control over it. My discovery into my new desire and fetish soon flourished and I followed it through with a few search on a trueporn web-site nothing to dark and nothing too naughty to start with. I had found myself bring pulled towards a few good tube videos of GUY-TO-GIRL MAKEOVERS; young good looking guys that would use just the right amount of make-up to make themselves on the surface to appear to be hot, good looking and young girls. Even from the very start I would spent much of my free lazy time well when I had some merely sitting in front of the World Wide Web searching the plethora of sites that would focus on my new fetish. In time as you can image my needs and desires flowed darker, craving for a step up. Now search trueporn for BDSM femdom's and sissification; I then found that I was sitting in front of my computer desk much more often. In the heat of these Spring months I was being turned on and feeling my cock throb and harden. With each time I searched the web, over and over and over again my searches would slowly start to change and no longer were my searches safe and clean; I can say with hand on heart that this initial change was in part thanks to the recommended videos that could come up in ''you would like'' section on the screen. However in truth I was the one freely clicking onto these new videos and sitting back to watch. These recommendations would show videos of full on sissifacation; I can recall that first videos I watched that got my mind in a flutter; the one that opening up my eyes to new thoughts and ideas. It was of some good looking, yet slightly feminine man in his early twenties who would be ultimately by the very end of the video look and acting so like a girl, it was truly unreal. Oh my goodness I thought how could this be possible; something so masculine and handsome become something so damn feminine and beautiful and oh so fucking ready and willing to go down on his knees and suck cock. Time and time again I would open up these types of videos and I would with every damn seconds get uncontrollably turned on and totally damn horny, and wanting and needing a quick release; I would then find myself almost ripping open up my jeans every damn time to solely masturbating. From Stubble to Foundation Then over the course of the year the next set of videos were of actual transition time-lines of guys actually becoming the most beautiful trans-girls I had ever laid eyes on; showing the start of their life's as guy's who questioned their love, sexuality and body; moving on to excepting who they are and going to find it. I had quickly become to realise that this is something I must find... Something I must go after. In truth girl's better clothes and style fascinated me, not just their knickers, but all clothes. I envied how it made them feel, how it made them look and how it fitted more around their shape, curves and body; in fact I envied all girls, but sexually now it was about guys in these clothes and style. Their clothes were much nicer to wear, they had a wider and much greater variety and everything was just so much softer than the thicker, more robust and utilitarian clothes, including underwear; that I and the rest of the male half of the population had to make do with. It just wasn't fair! So whenever I went out I truly couldn't help myself; I would look around our town for guys that had steps out in girls stylish clothes. A vest-top or a sleeve-less t-shirt, a tight fitting spray of jeans or a cut short shorts; something that doesn't initially seem fitting for a guy to be in, I would notice that they would somehow walk slightly differently, seen to be stand with a better sexiness about them, their bodies would look that much better, their bodies more shapelier and their posture that much better; a change of thought in my their heads. And in turn it would send a burst of energy down to my cock. Then soon enough one night everything just seemed to switch on in my head as I sat with my jeans unbuttoned and pulled down around my ankles with my cock gripped in my right hand with pre-cum coming out of the tip of my cock and a wide stretched smile on my face; I had become so fucking turned on by watching these types porn video, that it was becoming my drive, my thrust, my craving. As I cum in my left hand I told myself to get a grip and pulled myself away from the desk; I wiped myself clean and switch off the computer and head off to sleep, but as I laid there I knew I couldn't shack these feelings one bit and that I had to be more honest with myself. I did actually want this; and that I now clearly have this thing for guy that would become girls and I now more than ever wanted to discover someone willing to be change. I woke up the next morning at around 6.45 wanting these feelings and ready now to act on them; there truly isn't anything better than a good nights sleep to paint a better picture on life. I know that I had developed a deep great craving. A craving that I am now willing to answer, my mind had been made up it was time to get out there and do something about it; find that one guy, the perfect guy and to make him my smoking hot girl my loved up princess. And hey this would be the perfect time to allow myself to be with a guy who would ultimately look at himself in the mirror and want to see themselves back as a girl solely for me. I had tried going to all the piratical places that I could think of to find this perfect so called girl; at the gym, heading into gay bars and joining one or two sport clubs, but these guys for some reason weren't what I was looking for. I tried normal places too; clubs, cloth stores and on the beach; however no matter where I when or what I did I just couldn't find her. I even thought at one point as I stood in a dark alley behind a club that I had actually found the right guy perfect to change, but as I slammed my cock up inside him and him taking the pleasure I soon came to realise that he was just wasn't right; he was too much of a ... Well just not me, just not able to let himself be dominated or submissive enough. And within a blink of an eye I in fact become utterly cold to him and before I had cum I pulled out, did my jeans and walked away; I could hear his cried of blasphemy and him scrambling for his jeans. It hit me; no matter how hard I was trying to find him just maybe he wasn't out there and that I would simply have to created my guy for myself; like some kind of Dr Frankenstein. So I now went about finding a guy I could change; make into a red hot smoking girl; I was ready and willing to forcible change a guy's entirety into that of a girl's; and as it started on-line maybe I should find him on the world wide web, so this is where I found Danilo. His pictures stop me dead. "Oh yes!" I said to myself as I typed something about his top he was wearing and then hoped he would join the meeting I had just stated I would join. Danilo had filled you readers in on how we came to be, but he could not recall how he got the be wearing the pair of knickers when he awoke that morning. No doubt really he couldn't believe just how much his life had in fact changed over a few weeks. Just a few months ago he was saying his good-bye to his friends and family to travel here to the U.K; a world new to him and now here he was freely with a guy being sexy and loved. And soon enough he'll be standing as a gorgeous girl in girls clothes and style; who'll be sucking cock and having the best time of her life. So then back to how Danilo woke up in knickers; well it started the night before; I kissed him on the lips just before we left my apartment and stated. "Oh now no doubt the two of us will have some games to play... No girl needed in our eyes!" "Yeah let's drink to that; and let's play like they do, but never give, never offer." he smiled; I liked his distrust that had grown from that girl who had dared to turn us down. 'A seed can grow into a mighty oak; I just hope I can take him all the way. With the right words, encouragement and persuasion.' Within the bar, I watched with a glass in hand as he walked around stepping in and talking to girl after girl; going in so far, but never stepping over the mark and then saw him go even on this night something I thought was weeks or months away, he actually played with her and asked for the girls underwear and with a few kisses and a touch on her leg and ass the girl came back from the toilets and handed them to Danilo. "Thank you... Thank you for the gift." he said kissing her once again before merely backing off and coming back to joined me. As I whispered something in his ear; I saw the girls face and I smiled proudly watching as she quickly left the club with her head down in shame. As the night went on we drank to his fun and he stuck close to his man; showing me that at least one person would stand towards me; we talked, laughed, touched and I even found myself on the dance fall with him; which isn't really something I would chose to do. From time to time he would either thrust his ass into me or even his cock into mine, this was it, this was happening. Together we soon left the club I saw that his hand shacking; he must have felt so nerves; I then from time to time touched his hand affectionately to making him feel more and more happy with ourselves together like this. Back at his apartment this time we stood eyes locked. "You were looking so good tonight and that...' I pointed to the girl's clothing he had never let go of. 'That would be cool on you, you my hot g..." I paused knowing that it could take a few good drinks before I could sneak in girl. I smiled as I kept my tongue. I felt through down my clothes my cock starting to slowly stir; even before I got to the bedroom. 'Please now keep hold of yourself... Yeah you want it, but Danilo must be more lead to this.' were my thoughts of the evening. I walked to the bedroom taking off my shirt. I had no need no care for it as it dropped to the floor and no topless before him I picked up a bottle of wine and stood in the doorway beckoning him in. Danilo saw me getting hard; I watched his eyes travel down to my cock. I handed him the bottle; he drank there and then from the bottle. "Go on... My beautiful put them on." I ordered as I held them up, he raising a questioningly eyebrow at my order and quickly had to drink again. He looked me back in the eye and we kissed passionately this time; he bit on my top lip and then I felt his tongue enter my mouth. I pulled him in close giving him just what he like and needed, but deep down taking all that I desired. -4- As I had planned Danilo leaned in close and whispered in my ear. "Oh Paul tonight I just want you so much." I leaned back and again he moved in for a kiss, it was longer than the last one and I played it more passionately and as I pulled away I let her see me smile. "If you want me so fuckin' much then you do it.' He shock his head, I then stopped him from pulling away and pushed him to the trust of the door. 'Go on... Put it on; let us see what you would be like in that sexy pair of female knickers." I made him drink again and again; he started to take off his clothes, merely throwing them to the floor in his actual hurry and as he was naked I stated again. "Go on slip them on, feel the delight feel my desire.' I just knew that by this point of course he did very much want to put on those lovely knickers, but I wasn't sure what to do. Then I asked him again, impatiently. 'Well, do you, Danilo, or do I have to send the night on my own?" And with the emotions and lust flying around us both I knew that he didn't want that! "Yes Paul,' he answered submissively. 'I'd love to put on those hot knickers for you!" This time he did as I request taking the knickers from my hand slipping it on there and then; he was looking truly naught and oh so sexy. I clapped my hands, nodded my head and laughing. "It figures. I should have known that you would like such a thing... just by looking at you I knew all a long. Danilo such pretty items like this would make that cock of yours get ridiculously excited." It also had the desired affect on mine; the blood pumped into my cock I was so damn horny. I had to have him and I led Daniela into the bedroom. Whispering into his ear. "Why my girl you look truly hot this evening!" It was at this stage I knew that I had him wrapped totally around my finger; I had noticed that Danilo would literally do anything I wanted him to do and it was all to please me. I know now it was time, time to take him down on the path from manhood to pure girlhood. Truly what a beautiful day this is to start the journey; the first day of his new life. It started a few days later with a look; a look over at my guy as he got out of bed. He caught my longing gaze. "What... What is it?" he asked as I moved around looking at his body. I simply shrugged my shoulders. "Your weight..." I found myself saying just out loud. And he must have heard me as he stopped by the door and turned to face me with a look of question. "What about my weight? You told me last night how perfect I was." "Yeah and what a bloody good night too!" I had to admit to him, but I needed him to be my girl and he truly had no girl figure. "So then Paul what about it?" I shrugged by shoulder's back at him and said with out a smile. "Yeah maybe your right what about it!" But I can laugh now as he turned and walked to make some breakfast that clearly at that point as planned the little seed a might oak did grow. Danilo had changed he had begun as days sept into weeks and true to my questioning had started to slowly drop some of that mescaline body weight and mass; I had somehow gotten him on a bikini diet; a light cereal for breakfast with a fruit juice, a light sneak and drink for lunch, then in the evening a standard meal. Danilo was actually sticking to it every step of the way; when he would sit down to eat, I had noticed he seemed a bit more conscious about what and how he ate it. He was taking smaller bites, eating more healthy and not eating nearly as much; until clearly one fine morning I saw curves and structure that he definitely didn't have before; he now weighed 140lbs. I even gave him a little whistle as he walked out of the bedroom; his little pump ass swaying away down the landing to the stairs. He merely turned his head, but his flush cheeks of red showed I had the right affect on him now. The next stage happened on a good Sunday morning; either of us had had a Sunday off together for a long time and I had plans for a good day in moving my man along to a girl. And so after he finished the last spoon full of his special cereal and took the last sip of juice I choice to smile softly towards him. "Look now my dea...' It was my little nick-name for him; it was one he either liked nor was happy about hearing, but again he never argued by and let me continue calling it him. 'Just this once why don't you run up stairs and have your self a good and lovely bath... A long nice bathe in the tub just what a doctor would prescribe of a good fine day like this." "Oh well if a doctor would prescribe it then who am I to argue and you have been having me do the dishes these past week or two if truth be told." I didn't give a comment to this; I knew it were true and I didn't want to stop him from going into the bathroom not after what I've laid out in there for the girl to start using. I had him in the bathroom, I heard him called down. "Come on Paul what is all this?" "A gift... You were stating last night.' Which he was, but it was something I had been planting for days. 'Your body hair as to go." "So you run down to the shop's when shop's aren't even open at this time on Sunday and happened to get me all this." He came back on the landing; as the bath was filling up. I came into the hall way and looked at him; I through my hands up in the air. "Okay maybe it wasn't to do with last night.' I held my hands up wide, as he had got me for now. I heard him laugh and shack his head. 'Oh but Danilo think of all that cock your tight soft ass will get without hair." This had the right affect as he turned into the bathroom on my choice bating. Danilo was in there for a long time; removing all of his entire body hair; arms, back chest and legs. No doubt the clean burned a little as it deprived his entire body of the unsightly hair. I asked him from in the hallway half way through the dishes. "Hey there sexy ass, why not my bea you know while you're in there to also trim back you pubic hair.' I heard no reply, so shouted a little louder. 'It will make that small cock of yours look even longer." It's funny the power a signal word as on a person. About mid morning after I had dried and put the dishes all away, and not just leaving them their on the drying board; he had stepped out of the bathroom; he stood before me with a towel around his waist of all things. I wasn't smiling at all and told in a slightly former tone than I had first expected. "Drop the towel, bea let me see how smooth you truly look now." And without even questioning me he undid the towel and let it slid down his legs and to the floor. So wanting to see every inch of this change I twirled my finger in a circle, and Danilo turned in a slow circle for my eagle eyed inspection. "So!?" he asked looking for my approval after he had finished his little twirl. My jaw fell open, with his new figure and no sign of body hair Danilo was slowly becoming no more; wow he truly looks oh so feminine and nice; all the while a smile slammed on across his face. He was loving this new sensation, his entire body twitching and tingling; as well seeing my hard cock harden in my jeans. Danilo was feeling it; feeling and forming to away what was more and more of a female; as I looked across at him in a tight vest and short I knew still be had a hard edge to him that really needed to be sanded down. "So then what should we do today?" I found him ask me. I found that after the normality of the week with work and life it was only either Friday night, all Saturday and the entire Sunday that I could start yet another change for my Danilo; a change that would ultimately have him stepping into a more female touch and look to his tone and skin. Scents, creams and body lotions now lay before him; however this funny thing happen as either of us were girls and this was Danilo's first time using these items. I picked up one of the bottles and read it's little note guide. He as instructed rubbed in more of the hair removal cream, then moisturised his whole body, the first time he'd ever done anything like that. He told me that "Paul my own body just feels odd." "Oh and why is that bea?" I asked pushing him for an answer. "Well in truthful it...' he paused not really ready enough to say it out load. '...It feels like how I would have imagined a girl's body to feel!" At hearing this I smiled; no doubt it was the first time he'd felt like he wasn't himself. The next morning as he stepped out of the bath without even a second thought after he gently patted himself dry; he then started to apply his new female lotion to his hands, arms, feet, legs and torso. When she had finished this task, Danilo's entire body was smooth, fragrant, soft to the touch. As he continued to rub the lotion into his skin day by day it did take off the hardness of his skin; I would aid in this by rubbing in deep the creams and lotions on to his back. This added to the collusion of me and him both adding parts to this great change in him. The scent which he had picked in the store is making him smell and feel more like a natural girl. I could tell by the mere look on my Danilo's face that he was feeling so good in this new appearance; to stand before me washed and cleanse his male body becoming free of that masculine horde he'd started to hate so much. I stepped back and handed him a gift; a wide smile stretched across his face. "Paul please you shouldn't have!" "It's not much, but I reckoned you'd like it." He without hesitation put on his gift; it was a robe, very silky feminine one and then slipped her feet into the matching slippers. Danilo still at this stage had a little guy style and dress still in him; he came home one day after work; can't at this point recall what day it was all I can remember was the look and anger I felt when he came home with his hair cut short and style like before. I said when he asked for my opinion; "Yeah I liked it... Just as always it suits." It was a little bite was a shock that I can tell you; I myself didn't know something so small and minor could have made my blood boil so much. 'I have got to find away for Danilo to lengthen his hair somehow; even if it just down to her shoulders...' The answer sure enough came just as out of the blue as Danilo's hair cut; it was the following Saturday his basketball team were playing. It was half way through Danilo and I were close on the sofa; he was laying on the sofa with his head resting on my lap and with my hand playing with the little hair that he had left. 'A bet... A simply wager; something I'd be able to win...' I had only watched a few games and had only picked up a fraction of the rules and points, but what I had worked out was this one player had scored by a slam-dunk almost every game. I looked down at Danilo and kissed his lips. "Bea... What would you say if I think that number 17 isn't going to get his slam-buck this game!" He laughed and brushed it off. "Are you joking right... The guys the best, hasn't missed one yet." "Well then if you're so sure let's see what you're willing to gamble on it!' Again I played with his hair, like it was an off chance idea. 'Yeah let's say your hair!" "What shave it off... No way I'll be nothing without me hair." he stated shooting up off my lap. "No bea noting like that... I love your black locks you know that... Oh no if he doesn't get his slam-dunk then you'll have to go five whole months without a hair cut."