Alexis Ch. 04

My dress, underwear, and shoes are already sitting on Jenna's bed, and I approach them to put them on.

"Hold on sweetie! Aren't you forgetting something?" she asks. I pause and look at her, trying to think. Jenna points at my chest.

"You're not in seventh grade!" she says, giggling. Slightly embarrassed, I feel myself beginning to blush as I reach for a box of tissues to form my breasts with.

"No no no. Honey, stuffing your bra with tissue isn't going to cut it tonight. You're going to be around lots of people." With that, Jenna holds up two large silicone breast forms, complete with small, pink nipples. My jaw drops. I wasn't expecting to go all out!

"Oh my gosh!" I squeal. Jenna smiles and hands me the forms. They are a size 34B; anything bigger would look unnatural on my body frame.

We apply tape to my chest and breast forms, and Jenna carefully places them over my chest, making sure that they are symmetrical and in the proper place. Almost instantly, I feel a slight weight on my chest, something that I'm not used to. Suddenly, I'm aware that my chest is sticking out-I now have tits.

Jenna uses a foundation that matches my skin tone and brushes it onto my chest to blend in with the forms, covering up any signs that they aren't my natural breasts. As she's doing this, I'm checking myself out in the mirror, making different girly faces to myself and becoming completely lost in my new identity.

"Ok hun, there's just one more thing we need to do." Without any warning, Jenna grabs my entire tiny package-balls and all-in her hand and forces it back. She spreads my ass cheeks apart and slips my balls and dick in between them. Then, while I hold everything in place, Jenna uses a very strong tape to keep everything tucked back. When I walk, it tugs a little and is somewhat uncomfortable, but it's something that I know I'm just going to have to deal with.

"There! Now try your panties on," she says.

The g-string I had brought was one that I had specifically picked out for the dance. It's a sky blue color with a silky material and shimmering glitter, and it has a string back. My tiny little package is covered perfectly by the scarce cotton crotch of the g-string. I make sure that everything is in place and straighten the straps.

Next, Jenna helps me step into the blue halter dress I had gotten. I pull it up, adjusting my new tits to fit into the built in cups before pulling the halter straps over my head and behind my neck. Smoothing the dress out with my hands I model it to myself in the mirror. It's skintight on me, and the cups are low cut, creating a good amount of cleavage. The back of the dress falls just a few inches below my ass, and if I were to bend over, someone would definitely get a good view.

I slip my feet into my black four-inch spike heels, which have shiny jewels on the straps. This makes me look taller and my legs longer, but I have to practice walking in them with Jenna for a while before I'm finally confident.

"When you dance, feel free to take your shoes off and leave them at your table. That's what a lot of girls do anyway," she says. I nod my head.

Finally, she hands me a black little Dolce and Gabana purse. Inside of it, there's everything a girl would have in her purse; cigarettes, make-up, condoms, birth control pills, a cell phone, and tampons. This adds even more to my feeling of femininity.

I look at myself in the mirror one last time.

"Girl…you look fucking HOT!" Jenna says. I smile, not disagreeing with her. There's no way in HELL that anyone would know what rests between my legs, unless of course they saw it. I looked more like a girl than half of the girls in my class, and that's saying a lot.

Taking a deep breath, I walk out of Jenna's bedroom and into the living room, where Mr. Hughes is still sitting on the couch, watching TV. He doesn't notice me standing there at first, but senses my presence and glances up. His jaw drops open. Jenna walks up behind me, putting her hands on my shoulders.

"Well? How did we do?" she asks. Mr. Hughes is speechless. He starts to say something, but the doorbell suddenly rings. We all gasp and look at the door.

"That's Kyle," Mr. Hughes says. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah. I think so," I reply. "How do I look?"

"Fucking gorgeous," he says as he stands up to get the door. Jenna runs into her bedroom quickly to change into something more presentable, and Mr. Hughes slowly opens the door to reveal my date…