The Hottie in the Mirror Pt. 01

Time to reach a little...

*I am so fascinated by women that I wonder what it would be like to be one.*

Alex paused before repeating this phrase, his brow creasing. Commands that clashed too harshly with the baseline thoughts of the subject could be resisted or outright rejected. Haltingly, Alex repeated the sentence. His expression said that he didn't agree with the phrase very much. It would probably take some coaxing for his mind to accept this instruction.

Well, time to move on. Faria snapped her fingers to bring Alex out of his trance, readying him for the next round of questions.

...

Claire leaned over Alex with a gentle smile, her silky black hair hanging in curtains around his face. She was already dressed up for when they went to the sorority house together (which wouldn't be happening of course, but she didn't know that). Her perfume smelled amazing. She bit her lip slightly in concentration as she put the finishing touches on Alex's eyeliner.

The whole makeup process had been intimate, with Claire's face close to his, her breath tickling his soft skin, her fingers gently moving over his face to apply foundation and blush. When it had come time to apply the lipgloss, she had simply applied a heavy layer to herself and firmly kissed it onto Alex, giggling the whole time. He knew what his girlfriend was trying to do: she was trying to make the whole thing fun and flirty to distract him from the reality of the situation. It had worked, at least a little.

The women's clothing had been hard to ignore, however. Claire had insisted that he wear a stuffed bra beneath his shirt to give the illusion of breasts, and he was unused to the restrictive feeling on his chest. Also, no matter how much he shifted on the chair, wearing a skirt made him feel exposed, especially because he had yet to put on underwear. Alex and Claire had disagreed strongly over whether he should wear a pair of Claire's panties, or a pair of male briefs, and they had finally decided to table the discussion. It wouldn't matter anyway when I refuse to go, thought Alex smugly.

Finally, Claire moved her head back to check her work and nodded in satisfaction. She gave the long blonde wig one final adjustment (where had she gotten her hands on such a high-quality wig so quickly?) and pronounced her creation complete.

Alex stood from the chair, pulled by his girlfriend towards the full-length mirror in the bedroom. He was already choosing his words in his head, letting Claire down gently and telling her he still didn't think the disguise would work. Claire pulled him around the side of the mirror.

"Ta-da!" she squealed joyfully.

Alex let his mouth drop open in shock and saw the moist pink lips of the blonde bombshell in front of him part in an expression of sexy, innocent surprise. It... it couldn't be real. Alex lifted a hand to his face and watched as the hot girl in front of him lifted a tentative hand to lightly touch her cheek. But it was real. This was him. The awkward features that had haunted him his whole life, which had gotten worse over the past six months, all seemed to click neatly into place like the pieces of a puzzle when covered in makeup and women's clothing. His skin was no longer pale and weak-looking, but delicate and glowing. His lips were no longer too big and thick, they were pouty and plump and kissable. His neck didn't look scrawny anymore, it looked graceful and willowy, and his hips and ass weren't embarrassing beneath a skirt, they looked lush and tempting.

The bra helped of course, but even without it, Alex had curves that he thought definitely shouldn't be there. He ran a hand up the side of his hip, watching the girl in the mirror complete the same seductive motion. He felt a stirring in his cock. Oh, God, was he turning himself on? This was so fucked up.

"I... I don't think it will work, Claire," he lied, his eyes still locked on his new sexy appearance. He fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to subtly shift the skirt to hide his growing erection. "Sorry to have wasted your time. We'll have to think of something different."

"Hmmmm," said Claire, with a wicked, curvy smile on her face. She walked right up behind Alex, peering over his shoulder into the mirror. "So Alex doesn't think the disguise is convincing. Well, let's put it to a vote. Alex votes no, Claire votes yes." Her hands slid down Alex's sides, over his wide hips, then slipped under his skirt towards the center. "Let's see how my little friend votes. What do you think little guy? Does Alex look like a pretty girl?" Alex blushed in humiliated defeat as Claire cupped his balls in one warm little hand, her other hand gripping his throbbing rock-hard shaft firmly. "Ooooh, sorry manly man," Claire cooed teasingly in his ear, "Little Alex votes yes. You lose."

Without warning, Claire sunk to her knees in front of him, her soft smile letting him know she felt a little bad for teasing him too harshly. "Well, we will leave soon, babe, but let's take care of this first. You'll give yourself away if this big manly thing is pushing out the front of your skirt." And with that, she flipped up Alex's skirt and wrapped her hot lips around his stiff cock, sucking and slurping with an enthusiasm that told Alex that she was trying to soothe his bruised ego.

Claire certainly had a talent, and Alex allowed himself to relax and enjoy the moment. He looked over at the mirror and his heart skipped a beat. It was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. His lovely girlfriend was on her knees in front of an equally attractive blonde, who had her head thrown back, panting in ecstasy. Claire was burying her head between the beautiful woman's juicy thighs and... sucking her hard cock. The image was confusing and twisted and insanely arousing, and staring at it for only a few seconds was enough to send Alex over the edge, blasting a thick load right into Claire's eager mouth.

Claire swallowed, her warm brown eyes locked on Alex's sky-blue ones. Wow, Claire never swallowed. She must really be trying to butter him up for the humiliating ordeal in front of him. "Now. I just need to brush my teeth, then we can head out." she said cheerfully

"W-wait!" said Alex desperately, his eyes widening, "I still don't think that it's a good idea to..."

Claire gave an irritated huff. "Seriously, babe? We just talked about this. You said if you looked like a real girl you would go. You tricked your own naughty little cock under close examination: you'll obviously fool some sorority sisters who aren't even looking closely. We're going. Now put on some undies before we go you little slut!"

Alex watched his girlfriend hurry to the bathroom. Could he really pull this off? He looked back at the mirror, into the soft blue eyes of the beautiful girl he saw there. He had to admit it was convincing. And he had a strange curiosity deep in his heart about what it would be like for other people to see him like this...

Alex looked at the two choices laid out on the bed. Crisp clean tighty-whities: a bit lame, but an unquestionably masculine choice. Light pink panties: perfectly complementary to the image he had seen in the mirror. He picked up the panties for a moment. They were tiny, soft, feminine. He could imagine how they would feel sliding up his thighs. Hugging his cock and balls in their feminine embrace....

He dropped the panties to the bed and slid on the briefs. The choice felt right. He now felt like he had a secret bastion of masculinity hidden under his skirt. A reminder of what gender he really was. It helped to restore a sense of balance, and Alex found himself breathing a little easier.

As Claire exited the bathroom, she noticed the panties on the bed and frowned slightly, then shrugged, smiled a small secretive smile, and led the way out of the apartment building, Alex trailing nervously behind.

...

"You're too stiff. Relax," murmured Claire as they walked through the cool, bright fall afternoon. Alex couldn't stop focusing on how the cool autumn air swirled up beneath his skirt, unexpectedly cool and breezy for someone who had only ever worn pants.

"When a girl wears a skirt, she has to be a little cautious at all times. All the bad boys out there would love to see what's underneath. There's a sense of vulnerability," explained his girlfriend, as if giving her boyfriend tips on how to be a better girl was the most natural thing in the world, "Try to show that in the way you walk, the way you stand. You're sort of swinging your arms and striding like a man right now. Be more vulnerable."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" grumbled Alex, tugging his skirt down for the hundredth time, "I've never felt more vulnerable in my fucking life!" Luckily most people must have been in class, and the campus was fairly deserted, but he still had the unshakable fear that someone would clock exactly who and what he was the instant they saw him.

"We need to work on your voice too. Try again. Give me your girl voice," commanded Claire with an eager smile.

"This is sooo stupid," said Alex with embarrassment, forcing his voice to be higher and breathier, "This isn't going to work!"

Claire shook her head. "You're forcing it. Be subtle. Your regular voice is already close. It just needs to be a touch higher and a shade gentler. Don't worry, we'll practice more at home, soon it will feel totally natural."

Alex scowled. He wasn't pleased that his girlfriend thought his normal speaking voice was "close" to a woman's. "What do you mean, 'we'll practice at home'? By the time we get home, I'll be done with this and I'll never dress up like this again."

Claire's eyes sparkled, and she started to respond when a group of guys came out of a side door right in their path, talking and laughing with each other. The guy in front, seeing that they were about to collide, held his arm out to block his friends and let Claire and Alex pass. "Excuse us, ladies." he said with a toothy smile as Claire and Alex swished past in their skirts.

Alex could feel the eyes of the group of boys on him as they passed, moving up and down his legs and ass. His face grew red and he walked quickly to put distance between them. When they finally turned a corner, he clasped Claire's arm in a desperate grip and hissed miserably, "They knew! Oh God! They knew right away! We have to go home!"

Claire gave him a confused look. "What? No, they didn't! Why do you think that?"

"They all just stopped and stared at my body right away, Claire! They didn't even look me in the eye!"

Claire almost doubled over with her explosive fit of giggles. It took her a while to collect herself. "Oh Jesus," she said, wiping a tear from her eye, "I keep forgetting this is the first time you've ever been a girl."

Alex wasn't sure he liked the phrasing. He was disguised as a girl, it was weird to say that he "was" a girl. Claire was moving on.

"They didn't suspect you have a dick, sweetie, they were checking out the body of a hot girl they saw. That's what they call the 'male gaze'. Every boy you meet while dressed like that will look at you the same way. You've looked at hundreds of girls that way without even stopping to think, so consider it a taste of your own medicine."

Alex's mind whirled as they walked for a while in silence. Those strange men had seen him not as a person, but as an object of feminine beauty to feast their eyes on. The idea was degrading, but weirdly intriguing. He had never in a million years thought he could provoke a reaction like that from another person. Claire was right that he had checked girls out often in the past. He hadn't realized how obvious it was from the other perspective, or how invasive it could feel.

Finally, they reached the door of the sorority house. Without giving him a chance to prepare, Claire reached up and knocked sharply on the door. A distant female voice yelled "One second!"

"Oh right!" said Claire, slapping her forehead, "We need to give you a different name!"

"What? Why? Alex can be a girl's name!" whispered Alex, glancing nervously at the door, butterflies in his stomach.

"Because we don't want anyone to put two and two together later, dummy!" said Claire affectionately. "Let's see.... Hmmmmm.... I've got it!" her eyes shone and her sweet smile turned up to eleven, "We'll call you Lexi!"

Alex's blood ran cold on hearing the hated high school nickname. "Are you fucking serious, Claire?" he hissed. Dressing up as a girl was bad enough without having little shocks of humiliation running through him every time anyone said his 'name'.

"What? Why not Lexi?" said Claire, her smile faltering a little. Alex could hear steps coming toward the door. "Because Anton used to call you that? But that's why it's perfect babe! You need to know instinctively that people are talking to you when they use it. You're used to people calling you Lexi, so you will always respond correctly. It's brilliant. High school was forever ago anyway. You need to let it go."

The door swung open a crack, revealing the face of a short, annoyed-looking Asian sorority sister. "Yeah?" She said rudely, looking them up and down.

"I'm Claire and this is my friend Lexi!" said Claire cheerfully, "Melody said we could come over and borrow her Chemistry notes." Alex gritted his teeth as he gave what he hoped was a feminine smile. Now that Claire had used the name Lexi he would just have to deal with it. There was no going back.

The woman's eyes peered at them both suspiciously, and Alex was sure the jig was up. Claire had sworn that the sisters barely noticed when girls entered the house, but the once-over this woman was giving them clearly said differently. A bead of sweat began forming on Alex's flawlessly made-up face.

Then the sister shrugged and swung the door open, revealing an entryway leading into a large living room filled with old, comfortable-looking furniture. Now that the door was open, Alex could see that the Asian girl was wearing tiny pajama shorts and a loose cut-off t-shirt with no bra beneath. Alex had to force himself not to look at her body. It would clash with the disguise, and he had just felt how weird being checked out was himself.

"It's nice to meet you!" said Claire conversationally, "I love your PJs!"

"Oh, these ratty old things?" said the sister with a laugh, warming up a little from her suspicion at the door, "I'm just wearing them because it's laundry day. You girls are all dolled up though! Lexi, right? I'm Grace. I loooove your makeup! Do you have a date later or something?"

Alex blushed and did his best to follow Claire's instructions about talking like a woman, "Thank you so much! No, I'm not going on a date, I was just experimenting with a new style for fun today." The voice came out so smoothly and naturally, he even fooled his own ears, and far from the furious accusations he feared, all he got was a smile and a warm response from the woman he had just met. "Well, stick with that style girl, it's WORKING for you."

"You're sweet!" said Alex, trying to imitate Claire's gushing style of speech.

"Well, anyway, I've got to fold some clothes. You ladies know where Melody's room is?" She asked, a little distracted.

"Yep, I was actually here the other night as a pledge," said Claire.

"Really?" said Grace with a bit of surprise, looking at Claire a little more closely. Her face broke into another strange, secretive smile that Alex didn't understand. "Of course you were! I remember now! How could I have forgotten? Well I'm hoping you make it, it seems like you would be a really fun sister. Gotta run now girls! Bye!"

The whole thing was strange and exhilarating. Alex's heart was beating hard in his chest. It had been a very short conversation, but he had participated, undetected, in "girl talk". It shouldn't feel like a big deal, but it did. He had been welcomed into a female space as a girl and been part of a dynamic most males would never experience. He felt like a spy in enemy territory. It was much more thrilling than he thought it would be and filled him with an odd sense of satisfaction.

"Come on, Lexi," said Claire, jerking her head towards the stairs, "I want to get those answers." Alex still wasn't happy about Claire's name choice, but there was nothing to be done about it now. He slowly walked up the stairs toward the sorority bedrooms.

He was sure that boys went up these stairs all the time as lovers or friends of the girls who lived here. His situation felt different.

Taboo.

"I'm going to get those Chemistry notes," whispered Claire, looking back over her shoulder. Alex was surprised: he had assumed that the notes story had just been a lie. But Claire had always been a careful and clever planner, leave it to her to create an authentic cover story. "If anyone asks, you were in the bathroom. Most of the girls should be away on campus right now. Pick a door and knock softly, if it's empty... well, you know what to do. Be quick. I'll see you in five, pretty lady." She wiggled her fingers at him in a teasing wave and hurried down the quiet hallway.

Alex was momentarily paralyzed by fear. But he had no time for hesitation. He walked a few feet down the hall to be out of view of the stairs, picked a door at random, and hesitantly tapped a knuckle on the wooden surface.

"Uh-huh? Who's there?" came a voice from within. Alex cursed internally. He had to force himself not to panic.

"Um, sorry!" he squeaked in his best girl voice, "Wrong door!"

There was no further answer, and Alex hurried down a few more doors, praying that he would have better luck.

This time, Alex was relieved to not hear any response to his knock, and as he poked his head cautiously through the door, he saw nothing but a dark, messy room.

Seeing that the coast was clear, Alex swiftly entered the room, closing the door behind him. The room was disorganized and a bit dirty, with rumpled unmade sheets and an overflowing hamper. The smell of dirty laundry was partially covered by the scent of fruity perfume.

Alex wasted no time, moving quickly to the dresser and pulling open drawers until he found what he was looking for.

Panties.

Whoever lived in this room wasn't especially organized. She had crammed the underwear haphazardly into the drawer. Alex just stared at them for a moment. He had never really considered before how different panties felt from boys' underwear. They were much more fetishized, holding a strange fascination that men's underwear just couldn't match. Anyway, he should just pick a pair and stop making it weird. He reached his hand in to grab one at random when a particular pair caught his eye.

They were black and lacy. As his fingers wrapped around the thin material, he could see the color of his pale skin through the sheer panties. He pulled them gently from the chaotic mess and held them up in front if his eyes. The other panties in the drawer had been designed for comfort and durability, but these were cut differently.

These were made to showcase. To allure. These panties were designed for sex.

He knew he should probably take a less conspicuous pair, but Alex couldn't help himself. He closed the drawer, already halfway to the door before he realized his issue. Fuck! This outfit that Claire had picked for him had no pockets. He certainly couldn't walk out the door holding them in his hand.

He thought quickly. There was one obvious solution. No one would be checking under his skirt. He could just slip them on over his other underwear. He bent down to put a foot through one of the leg holes, then paused. He felt the thin lacey material, rubbing it lightly between his thumb and forefinger.

Something about this whole experience had been intoxicating for reasons he couldn't understand. Stepping into the role of a woman and being accepted in that role by the men and women that he had seen... it was a rush in ways he hadn't expected. But the white, masculine briefs beneath his skirt had been his secret gender safety net. A constant reminder of his underlying masculinity.