11-18-2019, 02:05 PM
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Chapter 1Â
So, I guess I’ll start from the beginning. My name is Nick and I want to talk about my best friend Amy. I’ll first say that she is a great girl and a great friend, but I didn’t realize that through out the years she subtly feminized me. It took me a while to realize it but I didn’t know how much she changed me. My mannerisms were girly and so was the way I spoke. My outlook on life had a girlish view to it also. It took my by surprise when I did realize that she steered me easily into this direction. We are both adults now and I can’t believe we’re my life is at because of this friendship.Â
I’ll start off telling my story in high school. When I first met Amy I thought that she was beautiful. We were both sixteen and I remember what she was wearing. She had on a tight pencil skirt that ruffled out on the edges with heels and a cute blouse and a nice belt. She had long black hair and amazing green eyes. I remember the moment exactly and it wasn’t a great one. I was getting bullied over something stupid. It might have been over my small frame but I can’t remember the exact reason why. Amy saw the altercation and stepped in. “Leave him alone! Why do you need to pick on a smaller boy?” The bullies laughed and one told me” you really need a girl to defend you?” I felt ashamed even though it worked and they left.Â
Thank you I told her and I introduced my self. “No problem and my name is Amy.” She was beautiful I thought to myself but I didn’t tell her that. Instead I went with a safe compliment. I like your outfit I told her. “Thank you so much! I put in so much time this morning. Normally guys would never notice. I’m knew here and don’t know anyone. What do you see we become friends?” And she extended her hand out to me and we shook on it. From that moment on we were glued at the hip.
Chapter 2
In the coming weeks after that mine and Amy’s friendship continued to blossom. At this point we were best friends at school and had most of the same classes together and we always tried to partner up and work in the same group if that was a factor. It was great having a friend like her even though the conversations we did have were more feminine. She always asked my opinion on her clothes and what I thought of some kind of make up or nail polish and I always did try to give my best thoughts. In a way I did look up to her just because of how much confidence she seemed to have. It was something that I wish I had also but just didn’t.
After about a month or so of being friends mainly at school Amy had asked me to go over to her house after school and I was excited. This was the first time someone from school had ever asked me to hang out . Obviously I agreed and we went to her house right after the last bell rang. Her mother seemed like a nice lady and made us some snacks and we went up to Amy’s room. “Normally my parents don’t allow me to have boys over but because it’s you they agreed. They are even going to let me keep the door closed.” She said. For some reason what she said didn’t ring any bells in my head or make me feel bad. Looking back on it now it should have. If she thought I was any thing close to a real boy her parents wouldn’t have let me in her room especially keeping her door closed.
That afternoon we studied and did our home work and it was fairly normal until Amy asked me something. “Hey Nick? Have you ever painted anyone’s nails before? Mine are really bad and it’s hard to do by myself.” I was shocked at her question. Of course I haven’t I told her. “Well would you be willing to try? I can teach you!” Wanting to please her I agreed that I would try. “Thank you so much! First you need to remove what I already have on.” She taught me how to do that and while it was hard the smell of the remover was awful. Next she wanted to me to paint them pink and she taught me the technique which wasn’t all that hard and Amy seemed really happy. “Do you want me to paint yours?” Any am I boy I can’t have panties nails. “Well maybe not finger nails but I can do your toes. No one will see them! Please!” Reluctantly I agreed and she began. At the end of the night I went home with pretty pink toe nails.
So, I guess I’ll start from the beginning. My name is Nick and I want to talk about my best friend Amy. I’ll first say that she is a great girl and a great friend, but I didn’t realize that through out the years she subtly feminized me. It took me a while to realize it but I didn’t know how much she changed me. My mannerisms were girly and so was the way I spoke. My outlook on life had a girlish view to it also. It took my by surprise when I did realize that she steered me easily into this direction. We are both adults now and I can’t believe we’re my life is at because of this friendship.Â
I’ll start off telling my story in high school. When I first met Amy I thought that she was beautiful. We were both sixteen and I remember what she was wearing. She had on a tight pencil skirt that ruffled out on the edges with heels and a cute blouse and a nice belt. She had long black hair and amazing green eyes. I remember the moment exactly and it wasn’t a great one. I was getting bullied over something stupid. It might have been over my small frame but I can’t remember the exact reason why. Amy saw the altercation and stepped in. “Leave him alone! Why do you need to pick on a smaller boy?” The bullies laughed and one told me” you really need a girl to defend you?” I felt ashamed even though it worked and they left.Â
Thank you I told her and I introduced my self. “No problem and my name is Amy.” She was beautiful I thought to myself but I didn’t tell her that. Instead I went with a safe compliment. I like your outfit I told her. “Thank you so much! I put in so much time this morning. Normally guys would never notice. I’m knew here and don’t know anyone. What do you see we become friends?” And she extended her hand out to me and we shook on it. From that moment on we were glued at the hip.
Chapter 2
In the coming weeks after that mine and Amy’s friendship continued to blossom. At this point we were best friends at school and had most of the same classes together and we always tried to partner up and work in the same group if that was a factor. It was great having a friend like her even though the conversations we did have were more feminine. She always asked my opinion on her clothes and what I thought of some kind of make up or nail polish and I always did try to give my best thoughts. In a way I did look up to her just because of how much confidence she seemed to have. It was something that I wish I had also but just didn’t.
After about a month or so of being friends mainly at school Amy had asked me to go over to her house after school and I was excited. This was the first time someone from school had ever asked me to hang out . Obviously I agreed and we went to her house right after the last bell rang. Her mother seemed like a nice lady and made us some snacks and we went up to Amy’s room. “Normally my parents don’t allow me to have boys over but because it’s you they agreed. They are even going to let me keep the door closed.” She said. For some reason what she said didn’t ring any bells in my head or make me feel bad. Looking back on it now it should have. If she thought I was any thing close to a real boy her parents wouldn’t have let me in her room especially keeping her door closed.
That afternoon we studied and did our home work and it was fairly normal until Amy asked me something. “Hey Nick? Have you ever painted anyone’s nails before? Mine are really bad and it’s hard to do by myself.” I was shocked at her question. Of course I haven’t I told her. “Well would you be willing to try? I can teach you!” Wanting to please her I agreed that I would try. “Thank you so much! First you need to remove what I already have on.” She taught me how to do that and while it was hard the smell of the remover was awful. Next she wanted to me to paint them pink and she taught me the technique which wasn’t all that hard and Amy seemed really happy. “Do you want me to paint yours?” Any am I boy I can’t have panties nails. “Well maybe not finger nails but I can do your toes. No one will see them! Please!” Reluctantly I agreed and she began. At the end of the night I went home with pretty pink toe nails.
