Family Values

Chrissy pressed her knees together as she crouched down in her dress and heels and began to sift through her old clothing. She found what she was looking for, and when she looked up, Kit’s face was flushed with excitement. “If I didn’t know better, I could swear that this was turning you on,” she said.

“You’re damn right it’s turning me on,” Kit said as Chrissy stood up and handed over her old things. “I’ve always wanted to be a boy, ever since I was a little girl. I can’t believe you’re going to give up being a guy and put up with everything that comes with being a woman, but if you wanna trade places, let’s go for it!” In her heels, Chrissy was slightly taller than Kit, who reached up and kissed her hard on the mouth. Chrissy felt herself becoming aroused as Kit slid her hands around her waist and squeezed her butt. Kit sensed it too, and she broke off the clinch. “Later,” she said.

* * *

An hour later, Kit sat anxiously with a towel draped around her shoulders while Chrissy put the finishing touches on her haircut. “I better not look like a pansy,” she said when Chrissy stepped back to admire her handiwork.

“I don’t go out with pansies,” Chrissy replied as she pointed Kit towards the mirror on the back of her closet door. Kit got out of the chair and walked over to the closet. Her look of apprehension changed to a broad smile when she surveyed herself in the mirror.

“Is that really me?” she asked as Chrissy moved next to her.

Looking willowy in her dress, heels and stockings, Chrissy nodded as she took the arm of the handsome young man standing next to her. With naturally broad shoulders, taped breasts and slim hips, Kit had a gleam in his eye as he said over and over to himself, “I’m a guy.”

“You’re my guy,” Chrissy said as she kissed Kit on the cheek. “Now, what was that you said about treating me like a lady?”