The Morning After

In the morning, you awoke sore and groggy to find Chad already gone for the day. The room felt… empty, and so did your bed. You were still wearing the bra and panties from the night before, and you feel the cool, sticky cum that has dried on your ass. Shaking the sleep from your eyes, you reach out and grab your phone. A number of text notifications alight the phone, but Chad’s name caught your eye.

You quickly tapped the notification, bringing up Chad’s text.

Chad: Hey girl, thanks for a wild ride last night. ;) Sorry to run early, but I had some errands to run this morning. Don’t think I didn’t forget about our date though. Be ready tomorrow @ 7. Wear something hot, Alexis.

Your heart skipped a beat, glad that things weren’t over between you or worse, awkward. Awkward… the word sat there in your mind. Nothing awkward about what’s been going on lately, right? Just a fun experience for the time being, but you were still Alex.

The next text was from Stacy, and it was recent.

Stacy: Hey!! Thinking about it, we should probably get you some of your own underwear to go with the clothes. Plus, you’ll need some sports bras and girlie sneakers for dance class. I’ll be at yours at 10am, hope you’re up and decent! Don’t get dressed though, Alexis is the one going shopping and I’ll need to do your makeup.

You frantically look at the clock, thankful you have 30 minutes before Stacy’s arrival. You shoot her a quick response.

You: Really? It’s the weekend, and I doubt I’ll need all that… and why so soon?

Stacy: This is not up for debate, Alex(is). You have things you need, and I don’t have time tomorrow. So wake up, clean up, and leave the door unlocked girlie!

You sigh and tossed your phone aside, getting up and heading to your bathroom. The girl staring back at you clearly got a good fucking last night, as her makeup is all smeared, her hair disheveled, and a sleepy, satisfied grin on her face. You quickly shake it off, and pull off the panties and bra and set them on the counter, along with the wig.

Into the shower, you worked quickly to soap and rinse off the smell of sweat, sex, and the mix of cum from your body. You then moved on to cleaning your face, getting the makeup off took a bit of work, but soon enough you were drying off and collect the bra, panties, and wig to return to the bag.

You still had your towel wrapped around your waist when Stacy barged into your room, another small duffel over her shoulder. Stacy giggled and reached out, moving your towel so it was covering your chest.

“We girls have to be modest, Alexis. What if your roommate walked in?”

You blushed hard at that and choked a bit on the thought.

“I immediately regret ever asking you for help yesterday. You know that right?”

Stacy just giggled harder.

“Just wait, we are going to have the best day. But first, we have to get you ready!”

With a thud, the duffel bag she brought with her was on your bed and she began setting the contents out on your bed. After she is done, her choice for today’s outfit sits on your bed. She picks up and hands you a pair of panties, black, lacy, and small. She gestures for you to put them on quickly, and turns back to grab a matching bra.

“Stacy, is this really necessary? I’ve already succeeded at making people think I’m a girl without trying, why do I need to try?”

Stacy just shook her head at you and laughed. Then quickly she reached out and pulled your towel from you, leaving you naked.

“That was just a misunderstanding. If you are actually going to give this a go then we need to be thorough. Now be a big girl and put your panties on!”

You sighed and gave her a glare before sliding them up your legs. Stacy squeezed with delight as you pull them into place.

“I knew they would fit well, but wow. You look good, we are definitely getting you a pair of those. Know, arms out.”

She demanded as she slid the bra into place, before reaching behind you and doing the clasps. Stacy pulls you to the mirror while she adjusts the straps. The bra is just as lacy as the panties, and with the push up nature of it, it gives the appearance of budding breasts on your chest.

“Don’t worry,” Stacy said looking over your shoulder, “they’ll grow eventually!”

Laughing, she disappeared for a second before returning with a pair of way too short jean shorts and a casual cropped black t-shirt. She handed them to you and had you put them on, while she got the makeup out and set it on your bathroom counter and then when and grabbed a wig.

She placed the blonde shoulder length wavy hair on my head and spent time securing it before stepping back and giving a small nod of approval.

“You look hot as a blonde. When your hair grows out you should definitely dye it blonde. On to makeup. You don’t need much, you bitch, so we will go light.”

She has you hold still while she puts mascara and eyeliner on you, a small bit of dusty rose eyeshadow, and a dark red lipstick. She puts the items in a small black purse. Handing that to you, she then pulls out a pair of strappy, black, open toed, heeled sandals and has you step into them before doing the straps around your ankles. She then has you turn to the mirror again.

“Now tell me Alexis isn’t ready to shop until she drops! It’s unfair how hot you are with such little work. Ugh, I can’t wait to get you in a little black dress or a floral romper, and don’t get me started on lingerie!”

Before you can respond she grabs your hand and starts pulling you toward the door. You get one last look in the mirror, and absolutely nothing betrays the fact you got to college as a guy. But nothing promising you’ll be one when you leave, either!