Cross romance

I smoothed the dress under me, as I had seen girls do so often in the classroom and sat on the toilet seat before slipping my stockinged feet into her shoes. They were not new. Jasmine probably wore them until her feet grew too big for them. I buckled up and they felt quit comfortable.

"How do I look?" I asked feeling more excited than embarrassed now.

"Not bad, for a boy..." she said as she gazed down at my flat chest.

"Oh, I forgot these."

I fished out the two sponge pads from my schoolbags and showed them to her.

"Great, let me unzip you at the back and you can put them in."

I gave her a mischievous grin, turned my back to her again as I stuffed the sponge pads inside the silk bra-cups.

"Done, can you zip me up again?"

"Sure, but you'll have to learn doing it all by yourself soon."

I heard the zip coming up and immediately felt a tightening around my 'bosom'. I had no idea but it was such a wonderful feeling! Jasmine fumbled a bit at the nape of my neck that I later discovered was a tiny hook, holding the collar together. When I turned around, Jasmine whistled.

"You look really... attractive. Now, I can't call you Steven any more can I, with those!" She made a gesture with her palms, imitating my bosom that looked more curvy that hers. "Well, I shall call you Cindy. How 'bout that?"

"Cindy sounds fine to me. Thank you, Jasmine. But how do I look really?"

"How 'bout if we go to the changing room by the gym and you can check it out on the full-length mirror there?"

"It's such a drag, having to get changed all over again and again. And what if there was somebody there?"

"Who said you were going to get changed?" She said.

I looked around and suddenly realized that she had put all my clothes away.

"Jasmine, give me back my clothes. I can't go out like this. Please!"

"Of course you can. You look more like a girl than me."