Girls Will Be Girls

Girls Will Be Girls

This story is mainly about 3 girls, one generic, one futa and one crossdresser. It will contain male/girl, male/futa, girl/futa, futa/futa and group. It will also contain crossdressing and transformation. It may also include other taboos such as black magic and pregnancy. All characters in this tale are at least 18 but no ages will be mentioned to allow you to decide this yourself.

Chapter 1 contains mild solo play, crossdressing and some nudity. The chapter isn't all that great but it's an introduction.

Jenny as she liked to be called was a crossdresser, she had just moved out of her folks place not because she fell out with them over her choice of life style, they actually supported her, she moved out so she could be herself without any repercussions for her family. She rented a flat from a young lesbian couple who lived in the flat down stairs. Apparently the dark haired one inherited the two floor building from her grandmother and split the two story building into two separate flats, each with separate electricity and gas supplies.

Jenny was herself fairly young. She loved to be dressed in pretty girly things, dresses, tight clingy tops, that showed of her feminine figure, skirts, tights, heels but especially things that gave her breasts. She had grown her hair to just below her shoulders and had it styled in a girly style, often that style would be plats or pig tails. She used breast forms and would shave her legs, face and arms on a daily basis and her chest, arm pits and neither region on a bi daily basis. Though the routine was tiresome and times consuming the benefits were worth the hassle.

She had lived in the flat for 6 weeks now and rarely saw the two girls. Jenny was dressed in a nice pink dress with matching black bra and panties set underneath, unfortunately she wasn’t good with make up yet so didn’t really bother. Jenny began vacuuming while her stereo played her favourite mix. There was a knock at her door. She turned off the vacuum cleaner and lowered her music. She peeped through the spy hole and saw one of her landlord through the hole, in a nice tight tank top that barely covered her assets. Jenny opened the door as the girls down stairs who rented her the flat knew about jenny.

“Hey Riza, what can I do for you?” Jenny asked.

“Hey Jen, the mail man delivered this to our place.” The girl replied sweetly. Riza was young and pretty, with long black hair that reached half way down her back. She had a nice pair of breasts that were covered by the tight tank top, Jenny couldn’t help but stare.

“There a C cup.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“My boobs, their a C cup.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Riza I uhh didn’t mean to stare.”

“Its ok Jen if I didn’t want people to stare I would go outside in pj’s. So how are you ge