First Time Femme

by D. L. Savage

  Just then it buzzed in my hand and another reminder flashed up on the screen: Am I dreaming?

  This time I didn’t even need to check. Because if it had been a dream, I definitely would’ve made a move on that sexy chick ...

  2

  As I let myself into the apartment, I felt my spirits sink as I heard familiar voices drifting through from the kitchen.

  God damn it, I thought as I debated whether or not to go straight to my room, maybe wait it out until Brandon and Kelsey had left for whatever party or club they were going to before hitting the kitchen. Yet at the same time I knew it could be hours until they went and a growl from my stomach forced me to head through to the kitchen.

  “Hey, Nate!” Kelsey said the moment I stepped into the room.

  “Uh, hey,” I replied, trying my hardest not to check her out - knowing how creepy that would be. But when her toned body was almost totally on display, covered only by the world’s smallest glittery vest top (the prominent bumps of her nipples confirming that she wasn’t wearing a bra) and a pair of similarly miniscule denim cut offs, it was kinda hard not to sneak a quick peek. She had that whole Coachella look down pat, her nose piercing glittering in the light of the kitchen, her thick dark hair framing her face in a mess of curls, and a cloud of Juul vapor hanging above her head like a halo.

  “Hey buddy,” Brandon added, a knowing grin on his handsome face, like he could read my mind and knew that I found Kelsey hot. “You want a shot?” he added, picking up the half empty bottle of Jagermeister on the table in front of him and offering it out to me.

  Like Kelsey, Brandon had that whole relaxed don’t-give-a-fuck-about-appearances thing going on, even though I knew for sure that he definitely spent just as much time on his looks as she did, seeing as his room was crammed full of home weight lifting equipment and the bathroom was packed with his male grooming products.

  “Thanks but no thanks,” I mumbled, heading past them to the freezer, opening it up and taking out a frozen lasagna then tossing it in the microwave.

  As I waited for it to cook, I tried to practice my reality checks, looked around the kitchen as I asked myself the same question over and over: Am I dreaming?

  My gaze moved from the many Polaroids tacked up on the notice board (all of Kelsey and her pretty girlfriends having an amazing time at various festivals) to Brandon’s huge stack of protein powders on the counter. And with a sinking depression, I realized that if you looked at this kitchen you’d think that only two people lived here; there was no evidence in this room that I even existed.

  Nope, I concluded, I definitely wasn’t dreaming.

  And as I watched my food revolve through the screen for to the microwave, I couldn’t help but listen in to Brandon and Kelsey’s super-flirty conversation:

  “I do not dance like a slut!” she insisted.

  “Are you kidding?” he laughed incredulously in reply. “Last week your moves were so pornographic there was a whole circle of guys around you with their tongues hanging out. Don’t pretend you didn’t notice – or enjoy it.”

  “Shut up!” she giggled, batting her big fake lashes at him, before tossing back another shot of Jager.

  I felt more like an awkward third wheel than ever as I hovered by the microwave, waiting for my lasagna to cook, while the two of them flirted up a storm. And not for the first time I caught myself wondering if they were maybe more than just friends …

  Ping!

  Finally my food was done and I breathed a sigh of relief as I quickly grabbed it from the microwave, mumbling “Well have fun you guys,” before racing to the safety of my room.

  As I sat down at my desk and booted up my PC, I felt more pathetic than ever. Here I was on a Friday night, about to eat a frozen meal-for-one for one then play a few hours of video games before climbing into my single bed, while my two roommates went out on their latest insane clubbing adventure.

  But then my mind turned to dreaming, and I felt a flash of anticipation and excitement.

  Maybe tonight’s the night it will finally happen, I thought. Maybe tonight I’ll actually wake up within my dream. Maybe tonight I’ll finally have a little fun of my own ...

  3

  Somehow I was back on the subway. I looked around me, confused, wondering how I’d got here again. I seemed to be commuting from work, standing in the middle of the carriage, clutching one of the hand rails tightly, my body getting jogged to and fro by the subtle rocking motion of the car as it rocketed me home.

  Just then, my swirling thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of my cellphone in my hand and I stared down at the reminder on the screen: Am I dreaming?

  Which is when it hit me.

  Holy shit!

  I felt an ice cold rush of excitement sweep over my entire body, the subway sharpening into full clarity as I realized that sure enough, I really was dreaming. And now that I’d become lucid, I could do anything I wanted.

  Immediately I thought about that girl again: the hot, sexy office chick I’d seen on the way home, dressed in her tight black pants and white silky blouse. If all the stuff I’d read about lucid dreams was true, then I could actually summon her here if I wanted to.

  So I closed my eyes and tried to will her into being, and almost immediately I felt something: a strange tingling sensation deep inside my body, like a growing ball of energy that began to radiate out around my limbs.

  Then I felt something else: an odd subtle weight tugging at my chest, along with the silky swish of hair brushing against my face.

  What the fuck?

  My eyes flashed open and I stared down at my body in shocked amazement to see that it was hers. For some reason, instead of summoning the girl here with me, I’d instead transformed into her. But the most shocking thing of all was how good it felt.

  Because his felt amazing; way better than I could ever have imagined. I felt so confident, so sexy. I could feel absolutely everything, right down to the prickle of goose bumps flashing out across my skin. I could feel the gentle weight of my breasts, even the subtle sensation of my bra resting against my back and over my shoulders. And between my legs I could feel the gentle throb of my clit, too, as I began to get turned on simply at the sensation of being here in this new girly body.

  As I shifted my weight, I could even make out the strangely subtle wedgie sensation of the thong I must be wearing; it felt comfortingly snug, pulling tight between my butt cheeks, so different from the boring boxers I normally wore. And as the carriage rocked, I could even sense the way my breasts were softly being jiggled within the luxurious silkiness of my blouse, my nipples tingling and tightening, turning into two hard little buttons …

  Woah! This was fucking insane ...

  I slipped a hand up, cupping my tit through the blouse right there in the middle of the train carriage, sucking on my plump bottom lip to stop myself from letting out a girly sigh of pleasure as relished the way its soft full weight filled my palm, my nipple tingling and hardening yet further, pressing into my hand. Wow. That felt great, even better than I imagined. And as I cupped my other breast with my free hand, I accidentally let out a soft moan, causing a few of the nearby passengers to look up at me from their phones.

  It was then that I noticed with a shiver that they were all men. Some we are older than me, some were my own age, and all of them looking at me with pure lust burning in their eyes, daring me to go further.

  I shivered, more horny than I’d ever felt before, powerful waves of pure femininity pulsing through my skinny body as I let my free hand slip between my toned thighs, stroking the aching mound of my pussy lips through the soft black fabric of my pants.

  And as I stroked myself there, the sensation quickly building inside me, I registered with a fresh shiver that the guys were all unbuckling their pants, freeing their hard glistening cocks as they watched me stroke myself.

  I felt my mouth begin to water at the slutty thought of getting down on my knees and taking hold of their cocks, stroking them, even suck
ing them …

  The thought caught me off guard. After all, in my waking life I wasn’t even slightly gay or bi. But now, like this, as a girl, it seemed about the hottest thing I could possibly imagine.

  What’s more, this was only a dream, I reminded myself. I could do whatever I wanted.

  Just then I gasped in surprise as a pair of strong muscular arms reached around me from behind, and I felt the hot hard bulk of a stranger’s cock pushing into my ass.

  Instinctively I began grinding back against him, my skinny body fluttering with such pure feminine pleasure I felt almost on the brink of cumming, loving how small and delicate and sexy this huge hunky stranger made me feel.

  I squirmed around, turning my head to catch a glimpse of him over my shoulder, my stomach lurching in surprise as I saw that it was Brandon.

  “Come for me,” he murmured in my ear, his voice low and suggestive, his hand slipping between my legs and into my panties, his fingers toying with my aching clit, and I let out a moan of pure girly pleasure, the orgasm cresting inside me ...

  * * *

  My eyes flashing open in the semi darkness of my bedroom, my body hunching forward as my cock throbbed hard, my dick pumping a warm gooey load into my boxer shorts ...

  What the actual fuck? I thought with a pang of shame. A god damn wet dream at twenty three?!

  I eased off my sodden boxers then tossed them onto the floor by my bed before laying back down to process what had just happened.

  Wet dream aside, I was thrilled and elated that I’d actually had my very first lucid dream. What’s more it had been so fucking cool to do whatever I wanted, even if my weird subconscious had for some reason turned me into a girl instead of just summoning one to fool around with.

  Then I remembered Brandon. Okay, so that bit had been kinda fucked up. But I reminded myself that none of it had actually happened IRL. And I couldn’t deny how hot it had been, either, to know just what it felt like to have pert, perky tits and a firm round ass …

  I could still just about remember the delicious sensation of femininity, the way I’d used my girly body to turn those guys on ...

  I closed my eyes, letting my hands drift down beneath the covers, taking hold of my butt, registering with a strange flash of excitement that I actually had a pretty pert ass for a dude. I guess I’d never really thought too much about it, but now that I was touching it, assessing its smooth warm weight in my palms, I suspected that it would actually look kinda hot in panties ...

  What the fuck am I thinking? That lucid dream has really screwed with my brain ...

  I grabbed the cellphone and checked the time, realizing that it was a little after seven in the morning. Normally on a Saturday, I’d lay in bed for at least a couple more hours, but after everything that had happened I was wide awake, so I decided I might as well get up and grab some breakfast.

  I flipped back the covers and got out of bed, snatching up my sticky boxers in the process and quickly tossing them into the wash basket in the corner of my room, wincing with embarrassment all over again, feeling like a teenage boy.

  Then I quickly threw on some sweatpants and headed out of my room, pausing in the corridor to listen to the sounds of the house. And the total stillness I heard told me that Kelsey and Brandon were most likely still out partying.

  This wasn’t uncommon behavior for a weekend; they’d often end up coming back home at crazy hours, maybe staying at some after party until the following afternoon or whatever. I just hoped that was the case right now, and maybe I’d have the place to myself for the weekend. Because the idea of actually making use of the lounge for once, just kicking back and watching TV instead of holing away in my room definitely appealed. Hell, maybe I’d even pick up some fresh ingredients from the grocery store and really make use of the kitchen for once too ...

  But on my way along the corridor, something sidetracked me.

  Because I saw that the door to Kelsey’s room was wide open, giving me a view of her cluttered bedroom and unmade empty bed within. Normally she kept the door to her room shut, and for some reason seeing it open like that gave me a weird, fucked up idea.

  What if I went inside ...

  I tried to push the urge it from my head, knowing how creepy it was. But it was so weird; the more I attempted to ignore the idea, the stronger it got until I simply couldn’t resist it.

  Dam. It was like the same part of my subconscious from my dream was taking over again, controlling my body as I began to walk - not to the kitchen but to Kelsey’s room - pausing for a moment just to double check that I was truly alone before I gingerly stepped inside ...

  4

  Kelsey’s room was like an extension of her personality: super messy, and with a musky but sweet scent that hung in the air, either from her perfume or perhaps from the Juul vape that she was constantly puffing on. Her closet was full to bursting, with yet more clothes strewn all over the floor. Her walls were covered with torn out pictures from fashion magazines that she’d tacked up, along with tons more polaroids of her and her friends, laughing and having fun. And in one corner of the room stood a huge mirror, so big it almost reached the ceiling.

  I began to look around, not even sure what I was searching for, for some reason super interested in her things all of a sudden – her sexy feminine clothes and her dressing table which was littered with a whole ton of makeup products.

  Just then something by my foot caught my eye, a tiny scrap of hot pink fabric. I bent down to pick it up, my suspicions confirmed as I discovered that it was a tiny pink thong.

  Staring at Kelsey’s panties dangling from my fingertip, I felt a powerful charge of horniness. I guess on some level I already knew that she was the kind of girl to wear this type of underwear – after all, she always wore super tight dresses and skirts and leggings and whatnot and never showed panty lines. But even so, the idea that this tiny scrap of fabric had actually been right between her toned ass cheeks got me super turned on.

  What’s more, I could still remember what it felt like to actually wear that kind of underwear myself from my dream and now I found myself wondering if it would feel the same way in reality, too.

  But could I really do that? Could I really try on my roommate’s panties?

  With a nervous sigh, I checked that the coast was clear, then quickly began to undress, my heart in my throat as I hurriedly tugged off my sweatpants, unable to believe what I was about to do.

  As I yanked off the last of my clothes I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disgust as I accidentally caught sight of my pale scrawny body in that huge mirror in the corner of the room.

  My skin was so white it was practically translucent, the blue criss cross of my veins showing underneath, and my chest was totally hairless, too. I always thought that chest hair would grow one day, but by now, at twenty-three that I’d come to terms with the fact that I’d probably never have a hairy chest.

  I was super skinny, too, not an ounce of fat anywhere on me, no matter what I ate. I knew I should be grateful; after all, there were loads of guys trying to lose weight. But at the same time, I’d trade in being able to eat as much junk food as I wanted if it meant that I didn’t look like a prepubescent dweeb.

  But as I fumbled with the panties, a new thought occurred to me: Maybe my body might actually look better in girls clothing than guys ...

  Spurred on, I eagerly stepped into the tiny pair of panties and tugged them up around my waist.

  Holy crap they were tight. So tight I even worried that I might snap the elastic. But it seemed like they were just designed that way. And as I inched them right up around my waist, I could feel the strap at the back pulling super tight between my ass cheeks while at the front the crotch part cradled my cock and balls super tightly.

  And as I turned back to the mirror, for maybe the first time in my whole life I didn’t feel totally disgusted by my appearance. I turned around and peered over my shoulder, staring at my ass in disbelief, shocked at how good the thong made it look
. Because somehow that single tiny scrap of pink fabric seemed to accentuate it, making it look just as plump and pert as I’d suspected.

  I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, a horny thrill shivering through me as I remembered my vivid lucid dream – how sexy and feminine I’d felt, surrounded by all those guys. And to my delight, the sensation of the panties in reality was actually pretty similar to the dream!

  I let my hand slip between my legs, lightly stroking the head of my cock through the panties, focussing on the fluttering sensations that were shooting out all around my body.

  I even let out a soft girly sigh as I felt the tingles increase inside me.

  But as I felt my dick start to swell, I stopped, not actually wanting to come in Kelsey’s panties. I opened my eyes, knowing I should probably take them off and get the hell out of her room. But then something else caught my eye: the matching pink bra.

  Unable to resist, I snatched it up, wondering what it would feel like to put that on too. I examined the tag inside: 28A, wondering if it was a little too small even for me. After all, Kelsey was super tiny.

  I pushed my arms through the straps then tried to hitch it at the back, fumbling for a while, but no matter what I did, it simply wouldn’t clasp. I figured I must be bigger around the chest – maybe 30 or 32 inches? But I discovered that the cups themselves were made with built in padding and actually seemed to fit the soft baby fat of my pecs surprisingly well.

  From the front at least, the bra and panties together looked pretty fucking great. I stared at myself in shocked amazement, realizing that my slender body truly made sense for the very first time. My skinniness, my paleness, even my lack of muscle definition — while these obviously looked bad as a guy, as a girl they were admirable traits to have.

  Even my boyish face finally worked to my advantage, and suddenly I wanted to know what it would look like with makeup on, framed by long luscious hair. I even found myself fantasizing about shaving the blonde peach fuzz from my legs and belly, making my body totally smooth and hairless.