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Louisa lived with her mother Judy, only four streets away from where I was raised by my Mum Cathy, and we attended the same school. However, due to the strict separation maintained between girls and boys at the time, we did not meet until we were eighteen and starting our final year of school. We ran into each other by chance and found out straight away that we were both the targets of merciless bullying. We did not conform to gender stereotypes - Louisa was a tomboy, and I was a sissy.She and I clicked immediately and began to console, mentor, and support each other. Despite all the rules of the time, we became good friends. At weekends, we began meeting at Louisa?s home when Judy was away shopping. Our gender ambiguities/curiosities took hold, and we began cross-dressing. Much to our surprise, we found ourselves at ease and at peace while dressed as the opposite gender. Thus, Louisa?s male persona George and my female identity Louisa came into being. At first, we confined our activities to Louisa?s house and garden, but today we ventured out in public for the first time. George played football with a group of boys in the park, and I spent quality time with girls of my age. All went okay, and our gambit went undetected.*I was on cloud nine that evening, and it was only as I lay awake in bed that night that the enormity of our escapade sank in. We had gone out in public cross-dressed without thinking or caring about our actions' significant risks or consequences. Had I given the idea even a modicum of prior consideration, I would not have been so stupid. Our chances of success were slim to none, and the consequences of discovery unthinkable. It was pure beginner?s luck that our guises went unseen.*Despite this, I was also glad that we had thrown caution to the wind. It allowed us to find out that we were content and confident with the opposite gender. If we had been more prudent, who knows how long it would have taken to reach this enlightening conclusion. I now knew that I could pass muster as a girl and looked forward to exploring and developing a female identity. But, of course, I understood that not all girls would be as friendly and accepting as those I met in the park. Inevitably, I would come across bullies such as those targeting Louisa, but that was something I would deal with when it happened. I knew that if I was to be a girl, I had to learn to deal with the bad and the good.*The following week, Louisa and I met at lunchtime at our secret safe spot, a clearing in a wood near the school. There we sat and chatted happily about the events of Saturday and our thoughts about cross-dressing. As we both expected, Judy was told by a nosy neighbour about Louisa?s trip outside on Saturday and was then quizzed about it. But happily, once Louisa explained that she had gone to the park and spent time with a group of girls, her mother was content.*Louisa was highly delighted with her first experiences as a boy and keen to find out more. As we talked about going to the park again on Saturday, she mentioned an issue that I had not even thought about - boys' trousers or shorts bulged at the front. But, at the same time, they were smooth when she wore them.*Not for the first time, I struggled to utter any words. I mean, we both knew about cock/balls and pussy from basic school biology at school and the wild playground stories about boys and girls. But in those innocent times, the reality was that neither of us had seen them for real. So, Louisa had no idea why boys showed a bulge and equally, I could only guess why girls did not.Louisa was looking at me questioningly. ?Well, what is the reason for the bulge??*Her insistence made me squirm, but I knew that I could not ignore it. If Louisa continued cross-dressing, it would only be a matter of time before someone noticed the lack of male tackle. Mark my words, any suspicions about manliness would soon be bandied around in a none too delicate or charming manner, and George could be exposed. I had to explain the problem to Louisa and, if possible, find a way to overcome it.*Unable to produce any words to describe the boy bulge, I eventually decided to use a showing instead of a telling approach. Louisa had to see my tackle for real. Boys love to boast to other boys about their naughty bits, and it would be an immediate red flag if George could not join in the banter. So I went bright red as I undid my belt, unzipped my fly, and took down my trousers and drawers.*Louisa gasped, blushed, and put her hands over her eyes.*"It is okay. The sky will not fall in just because you look at my privates. Now, take a gander.?*Louisa slowly uncovered her eyes, and they were immediately out on stalks as she fixated on my cock and balls.*?Wow, no wonder you have a bulge at the front. Are all boys the same??*?Yes, they can vary in size but generally look the same.?*As Louisa gazed at my penis nestled on top of my scrotum, she said, ?is it sleeping now? Does it really get much bigger??*I gulped before I replied. ?Yes, it is resting, but it can get up to three or four times larger when it wants.?*?Okay, now I know why you can pee standing up. But this means that there is no way for me to pass as a boy.?"That is not true. You will always have to sit to wee. But there is nothing to stop you from padding out your drawers to show that you are well hung, just as many boys do when trying to emphasize Side escort Bayan their manliness."?I never imagined that. Will you help me with that on Saturday???Of course, anything to assist.??You have gone above and beyond for me, so it is only fair that I do the same for you.? *With that, Louisa flipped back her skirt to reveal a pink triangle. Then, she gently pulled down her panties. As she did so, her fuzzy mound came into view, and then I saw every boy?s carnal fantasy, the mystical lips nestled amongst the short hairs in her crotch.While transfixed by this enchanting view, I realized that my cock was stirring. Soon, it was standing at full attention and wishfully twitching towards its desired target.I went beetroot red, but Louisa merely giggled. ?Did it do that because of me???Yes, you minx. I may not think like a boy, but my cock still does, and the sight of your pussy was more than enough to kindle its interest. I am so embarrassed that I could not stop it from doing its own thing. Still, now you know what it means when a boy has a stiffy or a boner.??Well, that solves a mystery of what one girl meant when she said that her brother's friend had a hard-on. Do not be self-conscious. Our special bits can catch us unawares. My fanny actually started quivering of its own accord while your willy was growing."?Hmm, I wonder what these physical responses mean for our futures.??Well, we still have everything on show, but my pussy has calmed down, and your dick has gone to sleep again. It looks like our inner selves were caught on the hop momentarily but have now retaken charge of things. I think that we have just found out that that the boy me and the girl you are our dominant characters.??That is a reassuring thought because I have got to like Louisa more than George.??I know what you mean. I prefer being George.??The moralists will have a field day if they ever find out about us. They will condemn us as an abomination in an instant. Still, it is a risk worth taking if we can be our real selves.??I am with you all the way. We will just have to be extra vigilant and keep our activities well below the busybody radar.??Good, we will go forward together. Now, I would love to linger here for longer, but we had better head back to school. The teachers have enough reasons for giving out the belt without us providing them with another by being late."?Yeah, Mrs Smith has it in for me this week and would be more than delighted to have another chance to flex her tawse on me.?I must confess that although the female me was in control, Louisa's fuzzy fud still mesmerized me. So, I gazed intendedly when she pulled up her knickers and hid it from sight. This close attention, however, revealed something that startled me. Once in place, her panties were smooth at the front ? only a slight hint of the mound was evident. In contrast, I remembered that when I wore them, signs of my junk were still noticeable. Until then, I had no inkling of this issue and thanked my lucky stars that none of the girls in the park had spotted my extra bumps. If I wanted to continue as Louisa, I had to find a way to hide my tackle so that panties were as flush on me as on Louisa. But was that even possible?Louisa and I met again on Thursday and Friday. We were still mulling over the events of Wednesday, so we talked only in generalities about school and home. My main difficulty over those two days was daydreaming about the weekend to come. Inevitably, I fell afoul of two crabbit teachers. Both instructed me to be in their office at the end of the school day. First, they made me take down my trousers and underpants and bend over a desk. Then, one after the other, they vented their anger on my bare behind with an extra-heavy tawse. I lost count of the final tally in the blur of pain, but it was at least sixteen.The teachers had a plan to maximize my pain. The first laid out seven fiery stripes across my rear, and the second enthusiastically filled in the untouched gaps. Finally, each of them applied diagonal strikes across my bum. I am unsure how many of these hits there were because they broke me straightaway. I screamed as every millimetre of my buttocks went on fire, and waves of unbearable pain surged through my rear. As I lay on the desk sobbing, I caught a glimpse of the huge smiles on the teachers? faces. I was left with no doubts. This brutality was nothing to do with discipline. Instead, I was no more than a convenient patsy in their sadistic fantasies. Once the torture was over, the teachers left the room laughing, leaving me to compose myself before eventually heading off home.Mum saw that I was upset and asked me why. I explained that I had got the belt, and she reacted in a manner typical for that time.?Well, I am sure that you deserved it. I hope you have learned your lesson. You can pop off the bed to reflect on your bad behaviour after supper.?I had to lay face down on top of the bed that night because my bottom was so tender - every waft of the cool air that blew over it was a blessing. Eventually, the pain diminished enough that I could fall asleep. Even so, my bum was still sore, and I was in a daze when I awoke the following morning. Nonetheless, I got up, dressed, had breakfast, and headed off to school as usual. I was not going to let the teachers defeat me.Friday was, however, a long day because the Escort manavgat whole school knew of my punishment and took great delight in reminding me about it. My constant fidgeting as I tried to get comfortable on my wooden chair was another source of great mirth for my classmates. I passed both teachers in the corridor, and they grinned, still quite happy with their handiwork. It was only anticipation of the Saturday to come that carried me through the day. I still slept on my stomach on Friday night, but I did so between the sheets this time.The following day, I stayed in bed until I heard Mum go out for the day. Then, I got up, dressed, had a quick breakfast, and headed off to Louisa?s home. She was waiting for me at the back door at the usual time and hugged me tightly when I entered the house.?I am so glad that you have come. When I heard about what those horrible teachers did to you, I thought that you would need the weekend to recover.??No fears. My bottom is still sore, but nothing that a pair of your panties cannot soothe. I can hardly wait to be a girl again.?We went off to two separate bedrooms, and both changed into PJs. Before Louisa came through to pick up my clothes, I made some modifications to my underpants before putting them on the pile for her. I did not say anything as we exchanged our gear.Soon I heard Louisa say, ?Oh wow, I have got a bulge just like the boys, thank you.?The reason for this was that I had packed a sock until it was bulkier than my junk and then pinned it inside my drawers. So, voila, when Louisa put them on, she had a pronounced boy bulge. Obviously, she was more than delighted with the evidence of boyhood.As I expected, Louisa?s soft panties soothed my rear, but they did not wholly hide my boy bits. These were still noticeable even after I carefully tucked my cock between my legs. Unfortunately, there was nothing that I could do about this, so I knew that I would just have to be ultra-careful out there.Now, I found out that Louisa had a surprise for me. The bra she left for me differed from previous ones ? there were pads in each cup, and the backband was shorter than usual. As a result, I struggled to hook up the bra, and when I finally succeeded, the backband was so tight that it pulled my shoulders back. This posture emphasized my outward cleavage - the bra cups were full, pert, and well separated. Once those puppies were under a blouse, I would appear to have an eye-catching rack like girls of my age.I was admiring my latest look when George came into the room. He grinned as he proudly showed off the boy bulge in her underpants and then beamed from ear to ear when she saw my boobs.?Phew, that bra has done an amazing job. Boys go gaga over breasts. I do not know why but now they will be desperate to get a glimpse inside your blouse. A hint of bra or boob is enough to turn any boy into a simpering softy. You will need to learn how to use that power."?Thank you for being good to me. I do feel girly. Despite being a sissy, I know exactly how boys will react to these babies. So why have you not made more use of the tools nature provided??"Oh, phooey. I have never wanted to beguile boys, but you need to be ultra-female to carry off your guise. However, I am pleased that you like your assets, and I have something else that can help with your feminine appearance.?I gasped when George grasped the waistband of my knickers and pulled it out far enough to expose my scrotum. I watched, entranced as he then put a triangular pad inside my panties and slid it down past my balls until the lower tip was touching the middle of the gusset. He then released the waist elastic, and my knickers were pulled back into place. As this occurred, the pad's end settled in my crotch. The remainder of the triangle folded over and covered my boy junk. I was amazed when I looked in the mirror - my bumps were gone, and I was now as smooth as a girl."Thank you so much. I did not think this was possible.??I knew that you were just as concerned about your boy bulges as I was by my lack of them. When I saw what your handiwork did for me, it dawned on me that this pad might be the answer for you. It certainly seems to have worked. There is no doubt that your secrets will be safe from even highly inquisitive girls.?What was this magic pad that George put inside the knickers? Well, months were to pass before I found out that it was a camel-toe concealer. However, I can certainly attest that it hid my boy bits just as effectively as it masked the female embarrassment it was designed for.George and I now had an enthralling lightbulb moment. We had often seen each other fully dressed as our physical gender or as our desired gender before. However, this was the very first time we were in only each other?s underwear. This may not seem a big deal, but it was pivotal for us.These intimate garments hid vital signs of our physical gender, such as Louisa's breasts and my tackle. But at the same time, they emphasized critical features of our chosen gender, like George?s boy bulge and my cleavage. In that instant, our outer and inner selves became as one. Louisa and I were no longer a boy-girl and a girl-boy. We were just a boy George and a girl, Louisa, with all the emotion that brings.George took me in his arms. I shivered as his hands settled over the bra backband, and he pulled me into alanya escort our first real kiss. It must have been beginner's luck because the sweet sensations that swept between us almost overwhelmed me. Even so, I retained enough of my wits to slip my hands under his vest, clasp them behind his back and tighten up our clinch ? this session was too good to risk him getting away. We lost track of time within our own sensual world, but I clearly remember when our hands began to wander. I ran mine over his firm, undie-covered buns and pulled him close to me. George soon followed suit, but boys being boys, he, of course, slid his hands inside my knickers to do so. Still, I was not complaining. I quivered as those sensual hands caressed my bum.*Around twenty minutes later, we broke off, finished dressing, did our makeup, and set off to the park, following the routes we had taken the previous week. I saw several curtains pulled back as the local busybodies spied on me as I walked up the pavement. Once I was clear of this intrusion, I made the mistake of relaxing a little and was caught out by a sudden breeze that whipped up my skirt. This left my pantied bottom in full view of the large group of boys that just happened to be across the street.I went bright red as they wolf-whistled and hollered while I desperately tried to regain composure. ?Whew, where have you been hiding, darling? What a lovely ass? It is a shame to keep it hidden away.?This noisy disruption caused a few curtains to be pulled open, and several disapproving ladies appeared in view. While they did not like the noise being made by the boys, it was my outrageous display that they were clearly unhappy about. I was, after all, being indiscrete and leading the boys astray. I had to wonder what had turned these women into such sourpusses. In contrast, two old men at their windows were smiling like Cheshire cats. I suppose I could at least take some comfort in the thought that I had brightened up their otherwise dreary day.George tried to be sympathetic when he saw what happened but could not contain his laughter. ?You are certainly learning of the pitfalls of being a girl and always when there are boys around.??Yeah, if the story that knicker elastic exposed to light sends out a something-to-see message to boys is true, mine was shouting it aloud today. I now have no doubts about the need to be on my guard all the time.?We headed off to the park where George was quickly spotted and asked to join a football match. I did not have long to wait before being waved over by the same group of girls from the previous week. We sat and chatted together while casting an eye over the nearby talent.I just had to laugh along with the others when one girl, Mary, said, ?your cousin has a really nice package. I would love to measure it sometime.? *We were together for about half an hour when it was suggested that we go to the girls' playing field. So, I followed them to a large area with high thick hedging all the way around the outside. This provided a place where girls could safely be and play together away from the intrusive eyes of boys. There were hundreds of girls there taking part in various games or just walking and chatting together.*All the girls were wearing Aertex blouses and gym knickers. This astonished me because Louisa told me that girls hated wearing them for PE at school. So why was it so different here? I did not have long to think about this because my group funnelled into a pavilion with lockers and changing cubicles. Before I could say anything, Jane, one of the girls, spoke.?Do not worry. We will find you some gym gear to change into.?Jane spoke to another girl Jenny, who was about my size. A couple of minutes after the others had headed off to the cubicles, Jenny appeared with the gym clobber for me. I made my way to a booth and got changed. I put on the bottle-green knickers, slipped the triangular pad inside them just as Louisa had done, and then inspected myself. Amazingly, there was nothing to see but a smooth girly front. I then put on the blouse, tidied it into place and finally checked myself in the mirror. I was happy I looked like a girl ready for sport but was shocked to see how much the blouse highlighted my cleavage. Even I could not take my eyes off those protruding puppies. I had hoped to be discrete and unnoticed, but that was not going to happen. I would just have to make the best of things.I folded up my skirt, blouse, and panties, put them in a locker and then met with the girls. They were happily mingling, chatting, and giggling together in the pavilion. But of course, they spotted my boobies straightaway.?Wow, are you wearing a padded bra??I went bright red. "Yes, with small ones like mine, I need a little help in drawing the attention of the boys.??Well, good for you. Maybe you can give us some tips.?To my surprise, nothing more was said, and we all chatted happily before heading out to the play area. I struggled with this carefree and accepting approach because my experience with boys was so different. When boys closeted in school changing rooms are down to their shorts or underpants, the atmosphere quickly becomes toxic. Boasts and taunts about 'manhood' and cutting challenges to prove you are a real man fill the air.Eventually, one or two macho boys bare all to show that they are well-hung, and several of the wannabes quickly follow suit. But this is only the appetizer. The real endgame is that the shyest and most reluctant boys are not too subtly 'encouraged' by these macho types to drop their drawers. Once they succumb, these boys are openly shamed and ridiculed for their tackle's small size and unmanly appearance.