Riley and Julie Ch. 01: Discovery

The doorbell rang and I froze. I was halfway to the kitchen, empty wine glass in hand, teetering tipsy drunk in my heels and I stopped so fast I almost fell over. It was late at night and I wasn't expecting anyone. If I was I wouldn't have slipped into these clothes when I got home from work. You see during the week, or at least the 9 to 5, I'm a boring, mild mannered, vanilla, office drone called Robert, but when I come home and I know I'm not going to be disturbed, I change into sexy, confident, care free Riley. Although at that moment I wasn't care free at all, and any confidence I felt had fled. Despite the half bottle of wine I had consumed, I was suddenly very, very sober.

I clicked over the hard wood floors in the kitchen as quietly as I could, stood behind the counter and listened intently for footsteps, or anything I could make out from outside. I knew I couldn't be seen from the door but I wanted to be extra sure. The door bell rang again and my heartbeat increased, becoming all I could hear, pounding in my eardrums like a horror movie soundtrack. The lights from my lamps in the living room were on so it was clear I was home, and the TV flickered blue light across the white walls as the scenes changed on the movie I had been watching. I prayed whoever it was would go away, wondered if I could make it upstairs and change without them hearing me move inside the house. I stood there frozen for god knows how long, deer in the headlights. And then someone knocked on the kitchen window behind me.

My heart leapt into my throat, my stomach hit the floor and I spun around on instinct, my eyes going wide as the face outside looked back in at me, their eyes doing much the same as they took me in, mouth dropping open too, breath fogging the window slightly. It was my cousin, Julie, and we both stood staring at each other in shock for a while until she shook herself free of it, pointed towards the back door, her mouth moving, clearly saying to open the door. I was caught, my stomach, already on the floor, began trying to dig its way through it. My brain was telling me to run, burn the house down, get a new identity and flee the country. Instead I slowly made my way towards the door. I opened it and Julie crashed in, the cold winter air outside following her in a biting rush, causing me to shiver.

"Holy balls, it's cold out there! Brrr!" Julie exclaimed, stamping her feet, peeling her gloves off and blowing warm air onto them. I just stood in front of the closed door, not knowing what to do. Julie turned round and looked at me, taking me all in, pulling off her wool hat and letting her shoulder length red hair fall down. I was dressed in a faux leather mini dress with fishnets and boot heels, a long straight black wig hanging down to my shoulders with fire engine red lipstick on. I watched her as she tilted her head and got the feeling it was being evaluated by those piercing green eyes of hers. I shuffled nervously, folding my arms defensively.

"I always said you had nice legs. Good choice." She said finally. "Give me a twirl, let me see the back." She motioned a spin with her hands. The fear that had crept in when the doorbell rang and the sensation of embarrassment waving through fought and clashed with each other, reacting and causing me to fight back against tears. My discomfort must have been obvious to Julie as her facial expression changed to pure sympathy and she ran towards me, throwing her arms around me in a big, firm hug, her bag thumping me on the back.

Julie and I had always been close. Not best friends or anything, but we were the same age and grew up together. We called ourselves cousins and our respective mothers our aunts, although we weren't technically family, not by blood. Our mothers were close, best friends since childhood, so we spent a lot of time as kids together, often spending nights at each other's houses as they took turn to babysit us. We still met up whenever she was in town to catch up, and of course, she wasn't the greatest at announcing when she'd be in town. Julie always was a free spirit, and what she did was usually on a whim.

She squeezed me tight and the need to cry disappeared in a moment of confusion and comfort. Julie wasn't laughing at me, running away in disgust...she was hugging me, telling me it was going to be alright. I hadn't expected this, and I was taken aback.

"I hadn't expected this," she said, echoing my thought, "I thought maybe you had just fallen asleep on the couch or something. I'm sorry I barged in Robert, I didn't mean to scare you." She moved back, shivered, and looked around the kitchen, pointing at the empty wine glass. "Mind if we grab a glass and put the fire on? I walked here and could do with some defrosting."

I nodded silently and she moved into the living room, unzipping her coat. I heard it land on the couch as I opened the cupboard to fetch another glass. I poured both glasses from the half empty bottle of red, thoughts flitting through my mind a mile a minute, but I was mostly still outside my body looking in and had no way to organise them. I grabbed both glasses and followed. Julie was sitting on the rug in front of the fireplace and she had it already lit as I walked in. She flashed me a smile as I handed over the glass and she patted on the floor opposite her, wanting me to sit. I took a gulp of wine and sat down.

"So..." she said, "what's new?" I laughed. I couldn't help it. I was tense but that helped. Some slight relief.

"Well, apparently your cousin has a secret." I replied.

"Oh, really? What is it?" Julie feigned exaggerated interest, her voice full of mock inquiry, and we both laughed. We sat in silence for a while after that, sipping our wine, just the crackle of the fire. Julie broke the silence first.

"I really am sorry, Robert. I didn't mean to show up unannounced, I was visiting home and needed to get out of my parents house for a while, you know how my mum can be. I tried to call a couple of times too." I had left my phone upstairs when I came home. I should have known better. I cursed myself for it, but at least she wasn't being weird about it, she really did look concerned.

"You know, you do look good, it really suits you." Julie gave me a sincere smile and I felt myself blush a little at the compliment, her eyes lingering on me for a while. "Oh shit, wait. I've been calling you Robert... what do you prefer, when, you know..." She motioned at me. When I'm dressed up she meant, but didn't know how to say it. I knew it was weird for her too but this made me happy, she was really trying.

"Riley." I said.

"I like it. Riley. Ok, Riley, I'm obviously curious, so you're going to have to help me out here. No more one word answers. Talk to me. How long have you been...Riley?" She put a hand on my knee when she asked, and I took a long drink.

"Since we were kids, I bought my first clothes when I was sixteen and, well, was kind of on and off since then. I would get ashamed and throw everything out, but now I have my own place..." I started to pour it all out. Julie asked questions, and I gave truthful answers. She really didn't seem to mind, even when I admitted I stole a pair of her underwear when we were teenagers, she just laughed it off.

"Well you hid it well." She said after, "Although, I wish you had said something, I could have helped you out. I always was jealous of your high cheekbones and perfect eyebrows. Plus, how you manage to keep skinny." She went to take a sip of her wine and stopped. "Does this mean...well...do you like men?"

I should have seen this question coming. I still hadn't figured it all out myself yet. I had had plenty of girlfriends, and I found women beautiful and attractive, but.. I also had fantasies, fantasies were I was the girlfriend in the relationship. I had always wondered what it'd be like and I had considered buying some sex toys to help explore. I debated on how much else to reveal to Julie. She clearly was curious, but would that be too much for her? Was it too much for me, for that matter? I was aware I had been quiet for a while and she had been looking at me the whole time, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything. Suddenly she shot up to her feet, making me nearly spill my wine.

"Oh! I know! Hold on." Julie walked over to the couch, subject forgotten, moved her jacket and grabbed her bag and brought it back to the fire, sitting back down beside me. "Your make-up isn't bad, but we should go the full way. Let me touch you up?" She laughed, rummaging in her bag.

Really, I had no choice in the matter. Julie wiped off the make-up I had applied earlier that night, some lipstick and mascara really, as I just sat there and began applying foundation.

"This might be a little too dark but it shouldn't be too bad, you're close enough to my skin tone." She sat back, looking at me and laughed. "Who would have thought we'd be having a girl's night in tonight, huh?" I laughed back, sitting up straighter as she worked her magic. And I do mean magic. She took her time, only stopping to change the channel on the TV to a music channel, singing and humming along as she did her thing. When she was finished she pulled me to the mirror in the hallway and stood proudly beside me. I looked wonderful and more feminine than I ever had before. My cheeks were more contoured and shaped, my eyeliner was more perfect than I could ever achieve, and my lips had been outlined, really making them look big and plump.

"Well," Julie said, glee in her voice, "What do you think?"

"I...love it. I could never get it this good." I said, turning my head side to side.

"I will divulge all my secrets one day, grasshopper." She said, moving back to the fire. "Any more wine?"

We drank the last of the open bottle, then opened another, sitting all night and chatting, not just about tonight's revelations, but generally catching up, until the wine was finished and the fire burned low. Our eyes were shutting as we made for bed. Julie went straight for the guest room down the hall from mine. It wasn't unusual for her to crash here when she was in town and made her impromptu visits. I made for the bathroom, sad to have to remove my make-up. I took a selfie on my phone before I did, then made for my own room. I hear some noises coming from her room as I walked by, it sounded like she was humming to herself. I sleepily ignored it. I stripped out of my clothes and wig, putting them on the chair by the dresser and crawled naked into bed. I don't know if it was the wine, the long day, the mix of emotions I had been through, or just the sheer, unburdening relief, but I fell asleep not long after my head hit the pillow.

I awoke the next day to a loud noise. Several, actually. Rolling over and opening my eyes I saw Julie digging through a box in my closet, a pair of heels dropping from her hands with a clunk onto the floor. I sat up and saw she was just in a white t-shirt and grey panties, and the way she was kneeling down gave me a perfect view of the shape of her ass.

"What are you doing?" I said groggily. Julie turned to look at me, bright eyed and bushy tailed, no sign of a hangover at all. Wish I could have said the same, I felt groggy and slow. The box she was currently looking through was my secret stash, all my clothes, shoes and everything else Riley. It wasn't exactly hidden, and Julie didn't exactly care about privacy, if she didn't want to anyway.

"I wanted to see what else you had. It's Saturday and you don't need to work, so I thought we'd continue where we left off last night." She jumped to her feet and bounded over the bed, pulling the covers away before I had time to react.

"Totally shaven, huh?" Julie laughed as she looked down at my nakedness and bounded back to the chest before I managed to cover myself and my modesty.

"Come on Julie!" It was the best I could manage.

"Oh hush. Here." Several items hit me in the face one after the other. I pulled the last one from my head and looked. She had chosen a black lace bra and matching panties, and a deep red coloured skater dress. I covered myself with the duvet and looked up as Julie came towards me, a pair of black ankle heels in her hands. She grabbed the duvet again, throwing it off altogether this time. I protested again but she wasn't hearing it. Julie jumped up onto the bed and sat down cross legged, uncomfortably close to naked me. I tried to cover up as best I could with the dress. She laughed at me again, shaking her head.

"You don't have anything I haven't seen before. Come on, go get dressed, I'll make us some pancakes." She waited for me to move, and clutching the clothes to me I moved off the bed and made for the bathroom. She followed, smacking my ass and laughing again as I yelped and she broke away to go downstairs.

I was greeted by the smell of pancakes as I made my way downstairs after getting dressed. I put my wig back on as well after brushing it out. Last night was great but in the cold light of day, this was surreal but I didn't know what else to do but go with it. Julie, still just in her sleepwear, had the radio on in the kitchen wiggling her hips to pop music as she plated up breakfast, two glasses of orange juice on the counter. She put the frying pan down, turned and saw me and gave a wolf whistle.

"Oh my, now I like that. I like the one from last night more, but that's a nice look." She said, sitting down at the counter and putting a knife and fork beside the other place and covering her pancake in far too much syrup. "I thought I could teach you some make-up tricks today, and I'm not done digging through that chest of your. You've a lot more stuff than I thought you would."

"I mean...I appreciate your acceptance Julie, I do." I said, finishing a bite of pancake, "Wouldn't you rather do something better than play dress up with me with your Saturday though?"

"Are you kidding me? I'm positively looking forward to it. Unless..." she trailed off, leaving me an open to back out. I didn't.

"I just wanted to make sure." I said, and she smiled.

"Good, I'll do your make-up after we eat and we can see what treasure you keep in that chest."

True to her word, she worked her magic again, giving me tips and getting me to practice. This was all new to me, this level of in depth transformation, but I watched it all in the bathroom mirror, amazed and overjoyed. Any reservations I had were long gone when I saw the final results. I wore the same red lipstick from last night, but I had black and red eye shadow applied in a smoky look and, thanks to Julie, my cheekbones gave me a vampy look. Everything worked together and I couldn't help but beam a smile at the reflection looking back at me, batting the new improved eye lashes. This was the Riley I always wanted to be. Julie gave me time to take it all in then hugged me from behind.

"My turn!" She exclaimed, moving me from the mirror and standing in front of it. She made me do her make-up next. It took several tries again but I got there. She pointed me towards the green eye shadow for her and wanted to use my lipstick. I took my time, enjoying the learning process and after a while Julie was satisfied with what I had achieved.

"You're getting the hang of it." Julie said, looking herself over in the mirror. "Ok, I need something to wear now. Welcome to girl world, I'm stealing your clothes!" And with that she peeled out of the bathroom, running towards my bedroom. When I got there she had the chest practically empty, holding up a bra with a discerning look before tossing it aside. She moved to the pile of clothes from earlier and began digging through it while I sat on the bed. Eventually she held up a pair of sheer lace panties, turning them around for inspection.

"Bingo." She said, leaping to her feet. She peeled off her t-shirt and dropped her panties, kicking them away, standing naked in front of me without any shame. I couldn't look away. Her skin was pale, her shoulders and neck down to her breasts were dotted in freckles, her C cup sized tits perfectly formed, pink puffy nipples erect. She had an hour glass shape, her waist expanding to rounded hips, a plump ass and strong legs. I couldn't help but notice the small tuft of red hair and the glisten between her legs. I stared for a bit too long, then let my eyes drop, feeling myself blush and the stirring of arousal.

"What do you think?" She said. I looked up and saw she had slipped into them and was turning around modelling them, but it didn't make it any better for me. The lace was around the trim, waistband and crotch panel, but it didn't really cover anything, the material was sheer and I could still see everything. Her breasts bounced as she turned and now I was starting to stiffen in my own panties.

"Um...they look nice on you." I managed to say. Julie nodded, smiling to herself, dropping down on her knees to continue her search through the clothes. She briefly looked up at me. It looked like she was going to say something but instead she went back to her task. I shifted were I sat, my growing erection uncomfortable. I caught her looking at me sideways as I shifted on the bed.

"Oh... Look what I found." Julie held up a red pair of panties. "You should put these on." She said.

"But, I am wearing what you picked out earlier." I replied.

"Yeah, but that was before I found these. Come on, stand up and drop em'" She grinned a huge smile, waving them in the air. I wasn't going to win so I stood up, trying to hide my hard on with my dress. I reached up, peeling the lace pair off over my boots and put a hand out for her to hand them over. Instead she shuffled over to me and flipped up my dress, exposing me.

"Hello there," She beamed, "I thought I saw a guest." I squirmed and tried to push my dress back down, but Julie had a firm grip on it and I couldn't go backwards as I was blocked by the bed. "Hold still, Riley, I need to get a look when your hard, it'll help with the underwear choices."

There was a brief moment while my brain processed this and I settled on believing her. And then Julie grabbed my cock. I would have leapt out the dress has she not had a hold of that as well as my dick. Instead, all I could manage was to sputter some nonsense.

"Hold still." She chided. "You actually have a nice penis, good girth and what? Five inches? Will you stop wriggling, pluh-ease?"

I was tensed up, I could feel my dick throbbing in her hand. Looking down all I could see was the top of her head beneath the folded material of my dress.

"You have nice balls too." I let out a sudden surprised sound as I felt her give them a kiss.

"Julie..." I said, and her grip tightened around me, her face appearing from beneath my dress.

"Relax, it's not like I have it in my mouth or anything." She ducked back under the dress and I felt her hand move, just a little, but enough to make me wonder if it was intentional or just from her adjusting her grip on me. And then I felt her mouth wrap around me, followed by a muffled 'Oops!" and a giggle.

"Julie!" I said, louder, eyes well and truly wide now. I felt her head bob twice, slowly, taking me in her warm, wet mouth halfway down. It felt nice but I had to put a stop to it. She popped her head up before I could say anything though, standing up, still holding onto me. She moved in close to me, her naked breasts pushing against me.

"Sorry, Riley. I'm just worked up. All this... it's made me really horny." She rubbed my hard cock between her legs, I could feel the wetness through the panties. Despite myself, my cock twitched.

"We can't..." I started to say, but she put a finger over my lips.

"It's just a blowjob," she pushed me back so I was sitting on the bed, "relax."

With that, Julie dropped back to her knees, head under my dress. I felt her wrap her lips around me again, her tongue gliding underneath my cock as she took it in. It felt nice and I gave in, deciding to go with it. I felt the heat of her mouth as her lips crawled their way down my shaft, her head moving down, engulfing me. She had only just started and it felt intense already. I couldn't see anything apart from some movement, I just felt it as she swirled her tongue and picked up momentum. I've had plenty of blowjobs but this was something else. Julie had a gift. I felt her head shake side to side as she worked me completely into her mouth and my hips responded by themselves, thrusting up with her rhythm. I thought last night and this morning was surreal enough, but now I was getting a blowjob in a dress.