Archive-name: Changes/hottina1.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Hot Tina Randy and I, as roommates, were sort of an odd couple. Of course, when we moved in together, we didn't know this. I answered a classifed ad Randy was running, looking for a roommate. We seemed to hit it off fairly well, and I moved in a week later. Randy's parents were well off, and putting him through pre-med at the University. I had come into town looking for a job, and had gotten an assistant manager's job in a local catalog showroom. We were both fairly private people, and got along well because our schedules kept us apart most of the time. My first suspicion that Randy indulged in sex with men came from some magazines he forgot to pick up off the couch. I got up late in the morning (working night hours) and usually didn't get up until long after Randy left for class. He evidently had been reading them that morning and lost track of time, and forgot to take them into his room. They were full of men in erotic positions, with some photos of men performing sexual acts with each other. I can't say that it bothered me, because I had a secret of my own: Tina. Tina was my female alter-ego, who occupied a goodly part of my closet space with her dresses, shoes, lingerie, and makeup. I'd been dressing since I was a teenager, and couldn't part with Tina when I'd moved in. I certainly wasn't going to let Randy know that I'd found him out, and I was perfectly well prepared to accept it if he wanted to tell me. Tina, I discovered, found the magazine photos somewhat arousing. We discovered each other's secrets by accident one night, when I came in from a night out as Tina. The house was dark when I came up the walk, and I assumed that Randy was asleep. I'd spent a wonderful evening at two clubs, the Zodiac, and the Sapphire Room. The former is a she-male dance/show club with a clientele largely consisting of gay men, and the latter a hangout for the local lesbian crowd. Both clubs gladly accept the presence of TV's. More than one lady at the Sapphire has been surprised when Tina had more to offer than she'd first expected. Tina was in a kicky, slutty sort of mood that evening, so I was dressed in my favorite short-short red knit chemise, with a black leather belt. I was wearing one of my longer blonde wigs. That night I'd chosen to wear stockings and garters instead of pantyhose since I was showing a lot of leg (the tops of my stockings barely reached the bottom of my dress). My laciest push-up bra held up my 38C inserts. My feet sported 4" high heels, and I'd worn my largest gold hoop earrings. I had my usual party-girl makeup, with frosted electric-green eyeshadow, black mascara, tawny blush, and a bright red lipstick which matched my dress. My faux glamour-length fingernails sported a blood-red coat of nail polish. I was affecting a short black cigarette holder at the time, a clever piece of exotica which never failed to catch the attention of those around me. I opened the front door and surprised Randy on the couch with his best friend Adam. They were both naked, Adam on all-fours with Randy's cock deep in his ass. Randy was pumping for all he was worth, a grimace of ecstasy contorting his face. The sound of the door opening surprised him, and he looked up to see me standing there. He stopped with his cock rammed inside Adam and stammered, trying to find some explanation for the scene I'd encountered. "Don't worry yourself, honey, have a good time," I said in my best Tina voice, flouncing into an armchair and propping my legs up over the armrests. The bottom of my dress rose up over my stocking tops, revealing the straps of my garters, and putting the luscious curve of my nylon-sheathed calves into sharp relief against the wall. I took a cigarette, the holder, and my lighter out of my handbag, and set about lighting up. "I'll just enjoy myself over here while I watch you two make love." Adam watched me wide-eyed as I took an absent-minded puff from my cigarette holder and stared at the two of them. "What are you waiting for, Randy darling?" I demanded. "I'll be very upset if I don't see you come." "I didn't know that you lived with a woman," Adam said to Randy, his eyes wide and still riveted to me. I stood up suddenly, cigarette holder clenched between my teeth, and put my hands on my hips in a slinky, coy sort of way. "You want me, don't you?" I asked in a breathy Tina voice. I ran my hands up my body to fondle my faux bosom, teasing my "nipples" with long, scarlet-enameled nails. Randy was still motionless, watching my performance with his jaw hanging down. "You'd better get on with the fucking, Randy," I admonished him. "Adam wants his butt filled with your hot, sticky cum." I strutted over to the couch, swinging my ass in an exaggerated way. Then I just stood there and watched as Randy started moving his cock again in Adam's ass. Adam continued to watch me as Randy's pace increased and he forgot me in favor of the pleasure of fucking Adam. The sight of two men fucking on the couch was making Tina hot, and I realized with a start that she was taking control of the situation. I was never interested in male-male sex, but with Tina in charge it seemed natural to play the vamp. "You really want to do me, don't you Adam?" I asked again. Adam nodded quickly. It seemed he had forgotten Randy completely. "Well, no one with a cock up his ass can have me, darling," I said, removing the cigarette holder from between my lusciously-painted lips and placing my mouth just an inch away from Adam's. "It seems to me like you want to be Randy's woman right now, and a woman ought to be wearing some lipstick to make herself more attractive." I brought my lips up to Adam's and kissed him firmly, leaving a very visible red stain on his mouth. "There, that looks wonderful on you. Your woman is wearing pretty red lipstick now, Randy, and I'm sure she'll want you to kiss her when you're done." I stood up, returning the cigarette holder to my mouth, and stood in front of them in an exaggerated vamp hands-on-hips posture, watching the tableau before me. Adam rubbed his lips together, the slick feel of feminine paint on his lips making him become visibly excited. His cock, at first shrunken when I made my entrance, swelled to respectable proportions as he got more and more turned on by the sheen of lipstick on his mouth. Suddenly, Randy came with a satisfied moan, shooting what must have been a tremendous wad up Adam's asshole. He pulled out and sprawled backward on the couch, his pole losing its stiffness. Adam immediately turned over into a sitting position, and moved his hands down to his swollen meat. He began masturbating while watching me stand before him. Within seconds he sprayed cum onto his hairless chest and sleek belly. I figured they needed some time to be alone. "Well, now that you boys are satisfied, I'm going to head off to my room." I picked up my purse and flounced toward my room. I turned at the doorway and pursed my lips in Randy's direction. "See you in the morning, Randy-luv," I said, closing the door behind me. Adam said something in a low voice, which through the closed door sounded suspiciously like "kiss me." ******* When I got up the next morning I realized that Randy and I were going to have to do some talking. I figured that Tina would have to be the one that showed up at breakfast, so after I showered I put on a cute little sundress, and some medium-heeled sandals. It would be Tina's first morning, almost her first time in daylight. Although my female vanity demanded the 38C inserts, I settled for the 38B. My makeup was simple Saturday-morning: brown mascara, light pink blush, and a glimmer of coral-peach lipstick. I put on a shorter blonde wig, and conservative button earrings. The fire-engine nail polish stayed, partly as a reminder of the night before, but mostly because I liked it. Randy was already at the breakfast table when I entered the kitchen. He watched me cross the room, open the refrigerator, and pour myself a glass of juice. "You look nice," he volunteered, putting down the newspaper. "Nice of you to say so," I said, falling completely into the Tina role. I leaned against the countertop, holding my glass. "You really gave Adam and me a start last night." "Sorry, Randy, but you took me by surprise, too. But it's okay with me what you do with him." He surveyed me from tip to toes. "I don't know what to call you." "My name is Tina. I didn't tell you my name last night, did I?" I sipped the juice slowly, rubbing my left ankle against my smooth right calf. "I'm sorry if my behavior startled you." The lip print on the top of my glass reminded me forcefully that I was standing in front of my roommate in a dress and makeup. "Oh, that's all right," he said, putting the paper down on the table. "Adam seems really turned on by the lipstick you put on him last night. I think he's out trying to buy some right now." "Were you turned on by it, Randy?" I asked slyly, giving him a shy smile. "Well, I'm really more turned on by you wearing lipstick than by Adam. I've always been interested in you, but I didn't think you were reachable. Of course, now I'm not so sure..." He let the comment trail off, leaving me an opening. It was an opening I didn't know how to fill. I knew it would be natural for Tina to be attracted to Randy, but my male persona wasn't sure at all what was going on. "Well, I, I mean, the dressing is just something I do, Randy. I'm not really attracted to men at all--I just like playing a feminine role once in awhile." "How feminine?" he asked significantly, standing up. All of a sudden Tina/I was aware of his presence in a way I'd never been before. I felt warmer, suddenly, and vulnerable. He must have sensed my feelings, because he approached me, and I felt a barrier collapsing that I wasn't sure I wanted to lose. Still, as he came closer and closer, I found my arms reaching out to him. "Let's find out," Tina/I said in a husky voice, as he moved into my embrace. My long-nailed fingers laced behind his head, pulling his mouth to mine. His lips touched mine in a kiss that was sweeter than any I'd ever had. While I'd kissed women who were wearing lipstick, I'd never kissed anyone while wearing it myself. The feeling was erotically sensuous, and female, and more than my senses could parse all at once. He pressed his body into mine, and suddenly I was aware of the bulge in his crotch pressing against my pubic area. That sent Tina further away, and brought me back into control. "That's all I can do right now, Randy," I said, releasing his head. I wiped the shimmer of my lipstick off of his luscious mouth, giving him a nervous little smile. "I enjoyed that, but I'm not ready to commit to being a woman yet. I don't know if I will ever be." "That's okay," he said, stepping back a little. "I guess most of the time you spend around people who know what you do, but don't treat you as a woman." "That's true," I replied. "If they know me at all, they know me as a guy in a dress. They accept it, but they don't think of me as a woman." "I have no problem at all thinking of you as a woman," Randy said, putting his hands on my trim waist and pulling us back together. He lowered his mouth to mine again, caressing my soft lips with his own. This time the closeness of our bodies was something I wanted; I felt my breasts pushed against him, and wished they were my own instead of just imitations. Suddenly Tina was more than just a masquerade. Tina was fully alive, and whatever I was before didn't matter. And then the kiss was over. Randy released me, leaving me breathless, and stepped back to look at me. "How do you feel now?" he asked. "I like it a lot, Randy, but I can't have sex with you. "Forget about that," he said. "I don't want you thinking that I just want to get into your panties. We really should just be friends, and I'm sorry that I came on to you that way." "Don't worry Randy--the attention is flattering. I've always wondered what it would feel like to be treated as a woman, and you're showing me. I can't really get upset over that." "Well then, why don't you get some going-out clothes on, and we'll do the town today and tonight?" he asked. "I don't know," I said, taken aback. "I've never been outside during the day for fear someone might recognize me." "Don't worry," he said reassuringly. "You can get into the car in the garage, and nobody will be able to tell that you're anything more than you appear. We'll drive over to Port Belson, where nobody knows us, and have a good time." Tina would not be denied this chance at a legitimate outing. "I'll be ready in half-an-hour," I gushed, walking past Randy and heading toward my room. This was ecstasy! I put on some pantyhose, changed into a denim miniskirt and a simply-patterned peach blouse, and replaced my button earrings with some thin golden hoops. Since I was going to be in public, I brushed on some pale-green eyeshadow to offset my eyes a little, and put on some brown eyeliner. Of course I had to re-do my lip color, and I almost decided to go with the red, but settled for using a bronzed coral (my second favorite after red is any glimmery, frosted shade) and putting both it and the red lipstick into my purse. A couple of bangle-bracelets and a light denim jacket completed the clothing ensemble, and I couldn't resist adding another inch-worth of heel, choosing an open-toed strappy sandal that really showed off my legs. The heels demanded the long blonde wig, and so there it was. I met Randy in the living room. "Will this do?" I asked, giving a girlish twirl. "You look stunning," he replied, "every inch! Let's get going, so we can be there by lunchtime." None of the neighbors gave us a second look as we backed out of the garage in Randy's car. As far as they knew, I was Randy's girlfriend. We stopped into a drugstore to get me a pair of sunglasses (not for disguise, but my own male-style sunglasses would not do on Tina's face!). The salesgirl at the counter was very helpful, commenting on how well a certain pair or another framed my face. I was at once grateful and amazed that even with the close inspection trying on sunglasses demanded, that she seemed perfectly accepting of me in feminine guise. If she noticed that Tina wasn't for real, she never let on. Flushed with success, I went to the makeup counter, and allowed the salesgirl there to sell me two new lipsticks. This was quite a new thing for Tina, since she'd always ordered by mail before. It was a real kick looking at all the different shades, and once again the salesgirl didn't seem to have an inkling that she was selling makeup to a man. I decided on yet another luscious red shade for my collection, and dithered between two gorgeous pink shades for about five minutes, before deciding on the orchid pink. "Now you see why I have no trouble accepting you as a woman," Randy said as we left the store. "Only a woman would spend five minutes deciding between two shades of pink when I couldn't even tell the difference between them." This was at once inspiring and infuriating. Randy stopped to get some gas, and I amused myself by putting on my new red lipstick using the passenger-side mirror in his car. Tina was doing so many things she'd seen other women do, and she couldn't get enough! The drive to Port Belson was exhilarating. We drove with the windows down, the breeze from our speed blowing my hair back. We talked about what we might do, how long we'd spend, and more importantly we talked about ourselves. I told him how Tina developed out of me dressing in my mother's and sister's clothing when I was young, and how for awhile during my teen years I'd dreamed of being an attractive woman. He told me about his discovery that he was sexually attracted to men just as much as to women, and of the several older men who'd taught him to make love. He knew that his parents would never accept the fact that he was bisexual with a preference for men, and told me that he'd be pleased to have me live at the house as Tina full time, especially when his parents visited. I told him that I'd like nothing more than to try living as Tina full time just to see what it was like. Growing in the back of my mind was the realization that Tina was not only flattered by the male attention (the fact that Randy was attracted to men and that technically speaking I was one), but she really wanted Randy. Her attention was captivated by him, and she yearned to re-experience the embrace in the kitchen. We ate lunch at a seaside bistro, where I was flattered to receive admiring glances from several men. (Always a TV fantasy, and better than the fantasy when had in real life.) We went to a movie and to dinner, where I spent more "real-woman" time, fixing my face in the ladies' lounge, letting the waiter light my cigarette, and exchanging meaningful glances over sips of wine with Randy. We ate dinner in a restaurant with a jazz club in the back, and Randy got me out on the floor for several slow dances. It felt perfectly natural to be in his arms dancing. Once he looked down at me with a wicked grin and kissed the tip of my nose. I responded with a soft-lipped, romantic kiss on his mouth, with just a little tongue for spice. With that his hands moved lower, from my middle back down to my hips, with one finally resting on my ass. A woman on a "first date" might have moved his hand back up. I didn't. On the drive back I snuggled against Randy, occasionally nibbling on his earlobe in the darkness. I wondered how real women in the same situation felt. Was it love? Lust? Something completely different? How was it that I was reacting this strongly to a man? Tina was definitely reacting to the male attention, and she/I wanted more. I knew that I wasn't very far away from giving myself to him, although I'd never thought of myself as bisexual before. There was a warmth and a need I'd never felt before emanating from me, and a feeling of fulfillment that I'd never had in any kind of relationship. I wanted the drive to last forever, both so I could enjoy the sensations I was feeling, and so I wouldn't have to answer the difficult questions which kept cropping up in my mind. Finally, though, we returned to the house, where Tina had some things on my mind that would have been totally foreign that morning. Fate, however, in the form of Adam, had intervened. Randy had left him a key, and he had used it. We opened the door, arm in arm, to find Adam arranged on the couch, clad in a black bustier, black garter belt and fishnet stockings, 4" black leather heels, and lace gloves. He hadn't bothered to shave off any of his body hair. His ears were adorned with heavy brass hoops, and his makeup was Vegas extreme: deep blue eyeshadow framing long false eyelashes, cheeks laden with blazing red blush, and bright red lipstick parodying his lips. Somewhere in town he'd managed to locate a red feather boa, which he had arranged to cover his non-existent bosom. His penis sprung erect from within a pair of black- lace crotchless panties. He wore no wig or any kind of hairpiece--his own short, dark hair only worsened the effect. In short, he was a transvestite's worst drag horror nightmare. "Adam, what the hell...?" Randy began, but Adam silenced him with a languid, "feminine" gesture while getting to his feet. "I am Adele," he announced, "and I am your woman." "You look ridiculous," Randy said. "What in the world came over you?" Adam's face dropped, and he looked as if he might start crying any minute. He pointed to me, bringing attention to the fake stiletto-styled nails that graced his fingertips. "Last night when she put the lipstick on me, I got really turned on. I thought that you did to, and I figured that you might love me more if I was a woman for you. I hadn't realized before last night that I had to compete with her." "I've never gotten to the point of loving you," Randy said apologetically. "I never thought of Tina as competition for you before tonight, but you'd certainly be more attractive to me if you could look like she does." I wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or complimented. I could see tears starting to form in Adam's eyes as he looked at me (with Randy's arm still around me) and realized what he'd done. "But I can never look like her!" Adam/Adele cried. "She's a woman! How can I ever look as good as her?" I disengaged myself from Randy, and walked over to him, taking him into my arms in a sisterly hug. "Don't worry, Adele honey, we can get you fixed up. If this is what you want, I can help you get it, but now isn't the right time to start trying. Go get cleaned up and come back tomorrow." I kissed him on his well-rouged cheek, and pushed him gently toward the door. He walked out without saying a word, and in a few moments we heard his car pulling off down the street. I walked to the front door and locked the deadbolt. I turned to find Randy standing very close to me. I put my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. "That was a much better job of handling that than I could have done," he said. "Thank you very much," I said. "I don't exactly know what's happened to me today. I feel very much a woman, and I want to thank you for that." "My pleasure," he said, smiling and dropping his arms to my waist. "May I have a kiss?" I asked coquettishly. His answer was a kiss that rocked me to my core. I wasn't expecting anything more than what I'd had in the kitchen that morning, but somehow he found even more to give me. His tongue probed my lips, and I opened up to him immediately, surrendering to Tina's needs, repressed so long. When the kiss was over, I looked down nervously at the floor, and then, steeling my nerve, looked him in the eyes. "I want you to make love to me," I said in a sultry voice that was as much my own as Tina's. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom door. Once we were inside, I shut the door, not because we needed the privacy, but as a symbol of where I was going, and that I didn't intend to come back. ******* The next morning I awoke in Randy's bed, feeling tousled, a little grumpy, and very womanly. Our lovemaking had been an adventure for me. Randy took complete control, and after laying down on the bed in my bra and panties I hadn't had to do another thing but enjoy his delicious ministrations. Most of my memories of the night had a hazy, erotic tone, and I had a most unwomanly reaction between my legs while thinking about them. After the first round of lovemaking, we'd talked about Adam, and I'd asked Randy what I should do if he showed up in the morning. "It's up to you," he said, running his hand up and down my side. "I'm not the jealous type, if you aren't." Randy had already gone in to school to do some catch-up work and library research by the time I'd awakened, so I walked into my bathroom to do my usual morning routine. Instead of the usual male routine, I found myself repeating the Tina ritual from the day before. It seemed more natural somehow, and soon I found myself in sundress and sandals standing in front of the refrigerator, reading a note from Randy. It was nothing special, just telling me when he expected to be home, but instead of signing it with his name he signed it with a little heart. A thrill ran down my spine, when I saw it, and a little fearfully, too, because of what it meant. Half an hour later, as I relaxed on the couch, reading the paper and smoking with my cigarette holder, the doorbell rang. I peered through the peephole to see Adam standing there, looking nervous and disheveled. I opened the door, and welcomed him in with a hug. "I'm surprised that you'd do that," he said. "I made a fool of myself last night, and I didn't think you'd really want to have me here at all." "Don't be silly," I said. "I'm glad that you came over, because I was getting bored. We can do all sorts of girl things before Randy gets home." His cheeks reddened at my words. "I don't know if I want to do girl things," he said nervously. "I felt pretty dumb walking down the sidewalk dressed up like that." I took him by the hand and pulled him toward Randy's bedroom. "Let's get you into a bath, and see if we can't do a better job than last night. I think you'll like it once you do it right." He hung back, his eyes darting nervously from side to side. I turned back to him and said, "Look, Adam, I promise that I won't make you look like a fool in front of Randy. I don't want to compete with you for his affections. I'm perfectly willing to share him with you, whether you choose to appear as a man or as a woman. And you are welcome to share me, too." His eyes widened. "Share you?" he asked incredulously. "But I've never done it with a girl before." "Woman," I corrected. "Well, there's a first time for everything. Let's get you into a bath, and shaved." I ran a bubble bath in Randy's tub for Adam to get into. He insisted that I leave the bathroom and go outside the bedroom until he was stripped and into the tub. "That's good," I said. "Now soap up your legs so I can shave them." "You're going to do it?" he asked incredulously. "Yes, it's easier if I do it, because there are places that I can reach that you can't easily maneuver a razor into. Of course, you'll have to stand up." He looked very nervous when I said that. "For crying out loud, Adam, I've seen a naked man before." No kidding, I thought to myself. I've BEEN a naked man before. Forty-five minutes later, a dry and newly-hairless Adam was rolling around on Randy's bed, enjoying the sensation of his skin on the sheets. I watched him from the bathroom doorway, reliving the first time I'd experienced a hairless body. "Like it?" I asked. He flinched when he realized that I was standing there. I think it still made him nervous to be naked in front of me. "It's very nice," he said, "but it will take me some time to get used to it." "That's probably right. I remember when I first shaved my legs. It felt weird for a couple of days. But there's something I need you to tell me, Adam." "What is that?" he asked, rolling up to sit on the edge of the bed. "Do you want me?" I asked gently, wanting and fearing the answer. "I don't know," he said. "I've never really been attracted to women. I think that I'd be hard by now if there was any possibility." I walked to the bed and knelt before him, taking his limp penis in my long- nailed fingers and massaging it. "Maybe I can give it some help," I said in my sultry voice, forming a fist around his flaccid pole and rubbing it up and down. I sat down in a cross-legged position and concentrated on my work. Two minutes of massaging didn't produce much result. "I'm sorry," Adam said, "but even though it feels good it just doesn't excite me." "Perhaps if I kiss it," I said, Tina's voice sounding foreign in my ears. "Wait, I know just the thing." I got up and quickly ran to my bedroom, where I picked up a mirror compact and my new red lipstick. Returning to Randy's bedroom, I stood in front of Adam, getting his full attention. "Maybe if you watch me putting on the lipstick you love so much, you'll become more interested." I made a production out of putting on the lipstick, exaggerating each motion, and laying a more than liberal coat of red on my lips. Adam's cock rose a little as he watched me give myself a whore's mouth. I got back down on my knees, grasping Adam's cock again. "Now, darling, watch me as I put all this beautiful lipstick on your lovely cock." I kissed his penis from one end to the other, festooning it with bright red lip prints. It grew slightly, although nowhere near the size I'd seen it before. "Perhaps if I just went ahead and sucked on it, honey?" I asked, and Adam nodded vigorously. I tried to repeat on Adam's cock all the things that Randy had done to mine the night before. There was a surge of growth as my tongue massaged his warm pole, and even more as I sucked on it. I found myself enjoying the feel of it in my mouth, the warmth, the softness of the skin, and the friction on my lips as I moved my head up and down the length of it. But I was still disappointed that it hadn't reached its full potential. "I'm starting to feel a little insecure," I said, raising my head and looking him straight in the face. He smiled sheepishly, since during my ministrations he'd used my lipstick on his own mouth, and then held up the compact mirror to show me that fellatio doesn't do a damned thing for a girl's lip color. I stood up, took it and the lipstick from him, and re- reddened my mouth. I looked down at him sitting there, and was pleased to see that his erection hadn't faded any. "I guess it's time for my secret weapon," I said, noting his surprised and inquisitive look. I pulled up my sundress with one hand, and pulled my own cock out of my cotton panties with the other. Adam's eyes got very wide, and his jaw dropped. Suddenly his cock sprang to full, swollen attention, and I wasted no time getting back down to it. "You know how to make a girl very happy," I said, engulfing it again. I didn't have much time to start sucking before his wonderful meat began pulsing and spewing come into my mouth. I sucked it down greedily, reserving the last few spurts as I moved up to sit beside him on the bed. I put my scarlet-and-semen-smeared lips up to his pretty red ones, and let him taste his cum as my tongue probed his mouth. We fell back onto the bed, our arms entangled around each other, as we kissed some more, almost-man and almost- woman locked together in an embrace that made us one. Adam tried to turn me over. "Sorry, sweetie, only Randy gets my ass. You can share my hot mouth if you like, but my tight little hole belongs to Randy." --