Becoming Sissy Noel

A Dress

As we neared Sandra's house I tried my best to suppress my tears. I was shaking like a leaf in my shame now and as we approached I wasn't sure if I was happy to find shelter or dreading having to interact anymore with Sandra like this. When we got in front of her yard Sandra turned to me.

"Oh Noel, are you crying? Here let's get you inside I have some tissues. Those guys are just jerks. You shouldn't listen to them sweety. No one likes lacrosse players anyways."

We walked up the steps to her house and Sandra opened the door for me as I scurried inside. The place was immaculate. The front door opened onto the living room with a large sectional, two lazboys, and a flat screen. I waited for Sandra to take her shoes off before she handed me some tissues from the coffee table and led me through the living room, down a hall to her bedroom.

Inside, her room was large. Three of the walls were white with a pink accent wall. She had a full sized bed with a fluffy pink duvet, a white vanity, a small white desk, and a huge closet. Peaking in, I saw rows of hanging dresses, skirts, blouses, and all sorts of pretty clothes. There was also a large pink dresser which Sandra began to rummage through. I was getting the sense pink and white was her favorite color scheme.

After a few moments she emerged with a pair of pink Calvin Klein underwear. The shade matched her Adidas perfectly.

"Here put these on, I figure you'd prefer something clean."

"Oh, thanks I would." I started to take my old panties off then realized Sandra was still there.

"Shouldn't you get out first?"

"Oh don't worry, I'll just be facing this way looking for something for you to wear."

My cheeks flushed, but I complied and began to change. As I was pulling up the clean panties, however, Sandra suddenly turned.

"Oh this would look adorable on you!"

"I-- Um-- I'm sorry!" I blurted out as I quickly pulled the underwear the rest of the way up.

"Don't get your panties in such a twist Noel. Isn't this dress cute?"

Sandra was holding up a short black dress with 3/4 sleeves and a white peter pan collar. I had seen her wear it to school multiple times and it was definitely cute on her.

"Oh yeah it's totally cute. You've worn it to class before; you look great in it."

"Aww, you're sooooo sweet Noel! But you know who else it would look cute on?"

"Oh... I mean," I stammered and flushed up again, staring at the ground. When I looked up, Sandra was making direct eye contact with me and as I wavered she began to pout. "I don't know Sandra. Don't you have anything a little less... You know."

"Not really, I don't think any of my pants would fit you and you'd look super super cute in this dress anyways, I can tell. Come on Noel, it's better than walking home half naked isn't it?"

"I guess."

"Yay, ok here here put it on."

Sandra's glee was obvious, which made me feel a lot better about the whole ordeal. I pulled the dress over my head and it fell down swishing gently against my thighs. I looked at Sandra for approval which she gave in the form of a hand over her mouth and some excited little giggly exclamations.

"Eeek, you are SO adorable. Oh what's your shoe size, tell me tell me."

I had never seen Sandra like this before, she was so excited and bubbly. It gave me a warm happy tingling in my stomach to know that I was the cause.

"I'm a seven."

"OMG yesss. Perfect perfect perfect. Eeek, just give me one second."

Sandra darted out of the room briefly as I stood there looking down at myself. The dress seemed to fit surprisingly well. Assumably it would be a little bit longer on Sandra but it still went down almost to mid thigh on me. Sandra wasn't very tall and neither was I at 5'6'' (1.67m), but we seemed to have surprisingly similar body shapes. Since the start of high school I had always been self-conscious of my body. I was short and thin and when we would change for gym class my bullies would call me a sissy or a fairy and say I was built like a girl, built for taking cock. This dress seemed to highlight all of my feminine features, my curvey waist, my thin legs, my ass. And while I was incredibly self-conscious of anyone seeing at me like this, for some reason I liked the way the dress made me look and feel. I touched the soft fabric down my sides and appreciated the way it clung to my waist before flaring out into a skirt. I gave a few little twirls and watched as the skirt rose and fell with my spinning. When I looked up Sandra was standing in the door way of her room smirking and giddy, holding up a pair of black heels in one hand and her phone in the other.