GIRLIFIED: 15 BOOKS MEGA BUNDLE

by Nikki Crescent

  “Do you mind if I ask what you’re doing?’ I said.

  “Just enjoying nature. I was thinking of going skating later. Do you skate?”

  I nodded my head. “I used to play hockey,” I said, and then I felt strangely embarrassed, as if I had just broken character by referring back to my masculine life—my real life. Were we allowed to talk about being men? What else could we talk about? All of my life experiences were male experiences.

  “I think they’ve only got figure skates here—but they aren’t too different,” she said. “I’m Chloe, by the way.”

  I introduced myself, and then she patted the log next to her. So I took the seat next to her. She smelled nice—like a floral perfume. I hadn’t even thought about putting on perfume. Was there perfume in our cabin? “You smell nice—I hope you don’t mind me saying so,” I said. I felt my cheeks becoming warm. I don’t know why I was so flustered around her.

  She giggled. “I forgot what it’s like to be one of the new girls,” she said. Then she looked at me, directly into my eyes without an ounce of hesitation. She was shockingly confident in her female persona. “Don’t worry—you’ll be relaxed before the end of the month.” She looked away, back at the frozen lake. “I envy you. I have to leave in a month—you get to stay here. You have no idea how lucky you are.”

  I’d forgotten the reason I tracked the girl down. I could no longer remember what I wanted to ask her. Instead, I just found myself trying not to stare at her, but trying to look at her at the same time. Even up close, she looked and sounded and smelled like a real woman. She was beautiful and gentle and fragile, just like the real thing. And I couldn’t help but wonder: what really makes a woman a woman?

  Suddenly, I remembered what I wanted to ask her. “What is this place? What’s the point?”

  She looked at me and giggled again. Then she looked back out at the lake. “That’s for you to figure out,” she said.

  “But I just don’t understand why my dad would send me here—I mean, you don’t know me or my dad, but he’s not on board with the whole dressing up thing.”

  “Don’t worry—you’ll figure it out,” she said. “Just try to enjoy here while you’re here. Trust me—the six months go by in a flash.”

  I looked out at the lake. It was a peaceful sight. “So is it basically a six month vacation? Do you just relax and do whatever you want every day?” I asked.

  “Sort of,” she said. “They try to push you out of your comfort zone. In the next few weeks, you’ll probably feel pretty vulnerable. I mean—I can look at you now and tell that you’re feeling vulnerable. Even with your outfit: you picked clothes that cover pretty much your entire body. Soon you’ll be looking for every excuse to show off your body. Soon you’ll be looking for every excuse to look as sexy as possible.”

  “But isn’t that the opposite of the point?”

  She just smiled. I could tell that she knew the answer to my question, but she wasn’t going to tell me. “Do you want to push yourself?” she asked.

  I nodded my head. “I guess so,” I said. “I mean—I don’t know.”

  “Do you want to feel like a girl? And be honest with me—there’s no one else around, and I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

  My heart skipped a beat before stuttering off into an uneven rhythm. “I don’t know,” I said. “Sometimes, I guess.”

  “Do you want me to help you? Is that why you followed me out here?”

  I felt that warmth rushing quickly into my cheeks again.

  She giggled. “I saw you watching me from the window. It’s fine—I’m flattered.”

  “I guess I’d like some help—sure.”

  She looked into my eyes with a big grin. “If you really want to feel like a woman, then get on your knees and suck my cock,” she said.

  CHAPTER IX

  She was still smirking, still staring into my eyes. My heart was pounding now.

  “What?” I said. I felt lightheaded.

  “Suck my cock. Trust me—nothing feels nearly as feminine as sucking a cock. Don’t worry—I’m clean. Have you never sucked a cock before?”

  I slowly shook my head. I wasn’t sure whether or not I’d blinked.

  “You’ll like it. C’mon—just take it slow. Get on your knees right here, right in front of me.” She pointed at the ground. And she didn’t wait for me to get into place before hiking up her skirt, showing off the bulge in her little red panties. “Just take it slow—the first time is always hard—but it’s also the most exciting.”

  I got up and I found myself following her command. I sunk down slowly to my knees. My heart was beating faster than ever before. I was scared it was going to stop suddenly, and I would drop dead right in front of the beautiful tranny. I found myself inches from her bulge—and it was a big bulge. I took a deep breath. I’d never touched a cock before. I’d never even seen an erect cock that wasn’t my own before.

  She had her hands planted on the log. She was patient, letting me move at my own pace. I reached out carefully and grabbed her panties between the tip of my thumb and the tip of my pointer finger. I gently pulled it aside, slowly revealing her cock and balls. It didn’t take a big tug to make her whole package fall out. Her long cock was now dangling freely in front of me. I let go of the panties, and they remained to the side, being held back by her hefty package. I took another deep breath. I could feel my jaw trembling and I could see my hands trembling.

  She was all shaved. Her cock looked soft and smooth and surprisingly feminine—or maybe I was just used to seeing the cocks on that 4chan trap thread. I’d jerked off many times to the thought of sucking a beautiful tranny’s cock, but I never actually considered the reality. That cock once belonged to a man—and in a month, it would belong to a man again. Chloe was probably just like me. She probably had a father back home that would disown her if she ever even looked at a woman’s dress while walking through the mall. Every single cell in that cock had an X and a Y chromosome. Aside from the fact that it was shaved, there was nothing actually feminine about it.

  But still, I found myself reaching out for it. I carefully slipped my fingers around it. It was warm and I could feel it throbbing. I tugged gently towards me and then I pushed back, pulling her foreskin down her shaft, exposing her bulbous tip. I looked up at her and she giggled. “You’re cute,” she said.

  “Thanks,” I said. My voice was shaken.

  “Just take your time. Have fun with it,” she said.

  I looked back at her cock. It had grown since I’d looked away. It felt firmer and thicker, and the pulsing was getting stronger and stronger. I slipped my fingers down and I gently caressed her ball sack. She giggled again before letting out an elated breath of air.

  My heart was still pounding, still apparently pulling blood away from my brain. I felt faint and dizzy, but I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to suck her cock. I wanted to know what it was like. I leaned forward slowly, getting my lips closer and closer. I wasn’t ready to plunge her into my mouth just yet, but I wanted to do something. So I stuck out my tongue and I touched it to the tip of her cock. I was half-expecting my gag reflex to kick in, but it didn’t, so I continued to tease the tip of her cock with the tip of my tongue, still slowly pumping with a clenched fist.

  “It’s nice, right?” she said, looking down at me with that big, cute grin.

  I nodded my head as much as I could without removing my tongue from her shaft. And suddenly I felt ready to suck her properly. I closed my eyes and I leaned my head forward. With my lips parted, I accepted her whole shaft into my mouth. I pressed my lips around her girth and I began to suck. I bobbed my head up and down, covering her whole shaft while I felt it throbbing and growing.

  “Yeah, just like that. Are you sure this is your first time?” she asked with that grin now in her voice.

  I kept bobbing and sucking. I wanted to get her off. I wanted to taste her cum—and I wanted to swallow it. I wanted to prove that I could be a real woman, just like her. I us
ed one hand to hold myself up while I sucked, and I used the other hand to massage her ball sack. She was rock-hard now, throbbing intensely inside of my mouth. I couldn’t fit all of her in without gagging, so I moved my hand from her balls to the exposed part of her shaft that I couldn’t suck. I wanted to make sure her whole cock was covered and satisfied. I wanted to be a blowjob she would remember—and I could tell from her moaning that I was doing a good job so far.

  I surfaced for a few seconds to catch my breath, and to say, “I want you to come in my mouth so badly.”

  “Keep going the way you’re going and it won’t be long, “Chloe said with dark red cheeks. So I kept sucking and bobbing my head. I slurped the length of her shaft with my tongue, and I rubbed the tip of her throbber against the inside of my cheek. I was having fun—too much fun. A whole new world was opening up to me and I didn’t even know where I was supposed to begin. How could I possibly go back to my parents’ house after this? How was I going to stay out of my sister’s bedroom now? Maybe my dad did send me to the wrong camp. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how they were going to convince me not to cross-dress ever again after this.

  “Oh fuck,” Chloe groaned. Her legs trembled and her body twitched. I knew it was coming, so I braced myself. I aimed her tip against the inside of my cheek, so that it wouldn’t shoot right down my throat and choke me. I wanted to taste it and I wanted to savour it. I clenched her shaft hard with my hand, and then she started to unload—shot after shot after shot into my mouth. I was worried there was going to be too much to swallow in a single gulp. She groaned and squirmed, but I held on and made sure I got every last drop.

  The taste was strange—not bad but not particularly pleasant either. I was able to gulp it down in a single swig, but that taste lingered on my tongue. It was kind of salty, like having a mouthful of thick seawater. Chloe motioned for me to stand up, so I did. She pulled me close and then she kissed me, sticking her tongue into my mouth so she could taste her own cum. Then she looked into my eyes with that big, cute smirk.

  “You’re going to do just fine here,” she said.

  CHAPTER X

  I returned to the main cabin with Chloe and saw my bunkmates at the same table as the night before. Chloe gave me a little slap on the ass and said, “I’ll see you later, okay?”

  I had the strange urge to kiss her, even though I hardly knew her—but I resisted the urge. I didn’t want my bunkmates to know that I’d had a little fling with a trap. It was bad enough that she slapped my ass in front of them—luckily no one noticed.

  I took a seat and tried not to interrupt their conversation. They were still trying to figure out if everyone in the room was actually male, or if there were real females speckled throughout. Rachael was positive that there were real females. “Some of these chicks are just too hot—I think they’re planted here to make us think we can really become convincing girls.” It was an interesting theory, until he pointed out Chloe. “Like that chick there—there’s no way she’s actually a dude.”

  I had to keep my mouth shut. I wanted to tell him what I knew, but I also didn’t want to out myself. I’d sucked a cock, just a single day after I was taken away from my house because my father thought that I was gay.

  “Yeah,” Sarah agreed. “She has to be the real deal. Look at her shoulders, and her hips—they’re clearly feminine.” I found myself smirking, biting my tongue, and trying to keep my composure. I could still taste Chloe’s cum in my mouth. But my bunkmates were right: Chloe really did look like the real deal. “I’m going to get some more eggs. Can I get anyone anything?” Sarah asked as she stood up.

  Everyone shook their heads, and we all continued to gaze around the room with wonder in our eyes. Rachael continued to point out beauties who she was certain were truly females, planted by the camp staff to make us believe we could truly become convincing. But his theory had one major problem: why the hell would the camp staff want us to think that we could truly become women? The whole point of the camp was to set us straight—or was it? The whole point of my father sending me away was certainly to set me straight…

  I looked over and saw that Sarah was talking to another girl: a short, round-faced redhead with bright, joyous eyes. Sarah’s cheeks were almost as red as the girl’s hair while they chatted. Meanwhile, Rachael was still going off about her conspiracy theory, which didn’t properly explain anything at all. “They want us to think that we really can be women—and it’s working. Look around—look at the guys that were on the bus with us. They’re already convinced. Maybe they were convinced before they even got here. Do you think any of them knew what they were getting into?”

  I shrugged my shoulders and then I looked back over at Sarah. Now, Sarah was walking towards the exit with the little redhead. Sarah’s face was now dark red. She held her hands clasped at her waist, but even from across the room I could see that she was trembling slightly.

  Rachael noticed as well. “Where the hell is she going?” Rachael asked.

  “I don’t know,” I said, but I had a pretty good idea. I was pretty sure that Sarah was about to live through a similar experience to the one I lived through earlier that morning.

  So we got up and followed them. We wanted to see where they were going. We wanted to see what Sarah was being taken to see.

  We kept our distance. Rachael didn’t want Sarah to know that we were following, and I didn’t want to kill the mood.

  The little redhead led Sarah through the woods. From time to time Sarah would fall back slightly, overcome with nerves, and the little redhead would giggle and grab Sarah by the hand. “C’mon,” we could hear the redhead saying. She was playful and excited, while Sarah was almost crippled with nerves.

  We followed for nearly ten minutes before they reached a little cabin that was unmarked. They went inside and then Rachael and I looked at one another. “What is this place?” she asked.

  “Why would I know?” I said.

  “What do you think they’re doing in there?” she said.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I have an idea.”

  “Me too,” she said. We snuck up quietly. The windows were up high, so we had to stand up on our toes to peer inside. The glass was old and foggy and cracked in spots. The whole cabin was in desperate need of repair.

  Inside the small cabin was a single open room. It looked like an old hunting cabin that had been converted into a small bedroom, with a bed in the middle of the room. And on that bed were Sarah and her redhead friend. They were kissing. Sarah’s face was still dark red. “That slut,” Rachael whispered. “The redhead—do you think that’s a trap or a real girl?”

  I knew she was a trap—I knew that every girl at that camp was a trap—but I didn’t want to sound like a know it all, and I didn’t want Rachael to know what I’d done earlier with Chloe. So instead of responding, I just shrugged my shoulders.

  “She has to be a real girl. Look at her hips—guys don’t have hips like that. Do they?” she asked.

  It didn’t sound like she was too confident.

  We watched as the couple in the cabin continued to make out. A cold breeze made us both shiver as we stood out in that cold forest. Rachael looked at my outfit and then she looked into my eyes. “These clothes are comfortable, but they don’t do much to keep you warm, do they?” she said.

  “Not so much,” I said. “But you’re right—they are comfortable. I wish they would make men’s clothes with these same fabrics. They’re so soft.”

  “Mind if I feel?” she asked. I nodded my head and she reached out, feeling my arm. “Your body is so warm—how are you staying so warm right now?”

  “I guess I’m warm blooded,” I said with a little laugh.

  She shivered again. “Well don’t you dare tell anyone about this, but I want some of your body heat.” She snuggled in tight to me and then looked back into the cabin. I couldn’t help but notice that she had a perfume scent subtly radiating off of her body. It didn’t say anywhere in the rules that we had
to wear perfume—that was just a decision she’d made. I had to admit that she smelled good.

  The little redhead in the cabin took Sarah’s hand and brought it down towards her crotch. Sarah’s hand was trembling noticeably and her face was still that same shade of dark red. “They’re really going to do it,” Rachael whispered.

  The redhead pushed Sarah’s hand down the front of her pants, and then we watched as her hand massaged whatever was inside: possibly a pussy but most likely a cock. We watched as Sarah slowly relaxed, her shoulders sinking down, her tension vanishing from her body. The two girls laid down on the bed, still kissing, still massaging each other between the legs. The little redhead rolled over, on top of Sarah. She ran her fingers down Sarah’s body, unzipped her fly and undid her button, and then she flipped Sarah over. Once Sarah was on her stomach, the redhead tugged down her pants, revealing Sarah’s impressive tush. She gave it a firm spank, making it jiggle.

  “Maybe we shouldn’t be watching this,” I whispered.

  “Speak for yourself,” Rachael said, without pulling her gaze off of the intimate couple. The redhead sunk down. She spread Sarah’s ass cheeks and then she started to lick Sarah’s asshole.

  “This feels wrong,” I said.

  “No one’s making you watch,” Rachael said, still without looking over at me.

  It was a minute later when the redhead reached down and hiked up her little skirt. She pulled down her panties, letting her thick erection flip out. I heard a slightly gasp slip out from Rachael’s lips. And then we both watched as the redhead pressed her cock into Sarah’s ass. Sarah grasped the bed sheets firmly, pulling them towards her body. She was tense once again, and her face was dark crimson. But still, she wasn’t resisting the large cock that was sinking deep into her asshole.