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I was in the dance studio, surrounded by mirrors in which I could see my reflection, which I avoided because it made me feel somewhat embarrassed. I was wearing the leotard, tights, and ballet shoes that constituted the uniform for the ballet class. The fabric clung to my muscles, caressing them with every movement, causing a constant excitement that luckily wasn't noticeable thanks to the uniform and the dance belt.
I looked a bit slimmer with slightly longer hair. With pierced ears and subtle makeup details - lip gloss and mascara on the eyelashes - I appeared more like a tomboyish girl than a boy at that moment. There was something about that uniform that made me look much, much more feminine than one would expect.
It was my first rehearsal, and it was... horrible. I felt embarrassed; I didn't know anyone, and apparently, no one knew me, and if they did, they didn't care who I was. This had never happened to me, not since I could remember. I had always been surrounded by friends or people who wanted to get to know me, but here, I was a stranger.
I could feel the gaze of all the girls, but it wasn't a pleasant look; it was more of confusion or mockery. When the teacher placed us at the barre, I didn't know what to do or even how to hold it. I felt small, lost, not knowing what to do, needing someone to help and guide me for everything.
Then, I felt a hand on my lower back and abdomen.
"Stand up a little straighter and tighten your abdomen... Oh, you're strong, good, flex those muscles when you lower."
I turned to see who it was, and to my surprise, it was another guy. He was blond with big green eyes. He had a great body, slender but toned. It didn't take me long to realize he was gay; he was too effeminate, and his voice was so melodious it could easily pass for a girl's.
"Thank you, I don't know what I'm doing, but I know it's wrong."
"Not really, you're just out of place. Your arm should be extended here," his hands glided over my skin with every move I made.
"Please, if you're going to correct each other, do it quietly," the teacher said a bit annoyed at the front of the room. She continued to call out dance names in French that meant nothing to me, and I simply followed the girl in front of me. My nerves began to decrease little by little, feeling the presence of another guy in that room.
It was the longest hour and a half of my life. It was filled with complications, mistakes, confusion... but in the end, I liked it. I genuinely enjoyed being there and learning something new. It was different from sports, but it demanded the same commitment and dedication, a feeling I was already familiar with.
When the class ended, everyone let out a deep sigh. The music blaring from the speakers finally stopped, and a couple of windows were opened. I sat on the floor, trying to take up as little space as possible to not disturb anyone when the guy who had helped me earlier approached. He sat down in front of me with his legs crossed and a big smile.
"I'm Gabriel," he said, extending his hand. I shook it.
"I'm Danny, nice to meet you."
"Weren't you the swim team captain?"
"Yes, well, I still am."
"I knew it, I remembered seeing you somewhere else. It's cool that you like ballet; I didn't know you were coming to class. As you can see, I'm the only guy, so it's nice to meet someone else, especially if they're the captain of a team. Will any of your teammates be coming to class?"
"Yes, I think I saw you a few days ago when I came for information, and no, I don't think my classmates would like ballet. In fact, they don't even know I'm here," I said, giving him a half-threatening, half-terrified look, "and I'd prefer it to stay that way."
"Of course... I understand, many guys still have a tough time with dance. Don't worry; I won't say anything."
Gabriel started stretching, and unconsciously, I mimicked him. He told me he had been dancing since he was 10, that it was one of his greatest passions, that he was in Z grade, and that he also loved swimming, which is why he recognized me since he used to attend the school swimming competitions as a spectator.
"Besides, all the guys who compete are super cute," he said with a little giggle, confirming my suspicions. He started doing a split, and I followed suit without much difficulty. "Wow! You can do the split; that's incredible."
"Yes, I do stretching exercises in swimming, and when I was a kid, I practiced karate, so I've been flexible since then."
Gabriel was impressed. We continued to chat, both doing splits, and I noticed his gaze shifting to my crotch or my ass several times, but I didn't say anything. In fact, I felt flattered. It was beginning to darken outside, and the studio was nearly empty, so we started to leave.
"Do you want to walk to the door together?" he asked, slinging a pink backpack over his shoulder.
"Don't you think we should change first? Going out like this is a bit... revealing, don't you think?" I asked. I didn't want to walk outside wearing just tights and a leotard. I didn't want any of my friends to see me like this... at least not yet.
"Not at all, I always leave like this after my rehearsals. I just put on shorts over my dancewear, and I'm good to go. Do you have shorts?"
"No."
"I have an extra pair; here, put these on, and let's go," he handed me a tiny white pair of shorts, and I put them on over my dancewear. I wasn't sure about this; I didn't want any of my friends to see me like this. I was already worried that they would find out I was attending ballet classes or that they would find out about what I had with Adrien, not to mention tempting my luck going out like this. However, I didn't know anyone here, and I wanted to have at least one friend in the class, so I took a deep breath, put my sneakers on over my tights, and left the studio with Gabriel.
He was very effeminate. He had applied nail polish, his hair looked impeccably groomed, he didn't had any hair under his eyebrows, and from what he told me as we walked, he was crazy about guys... At that moment, I realized that we were more similar than I had thought, as these were identical characteristics to mine. Was I also becoming so effeminate? Was I turning into one? Then we passed by one of the school buildings, and I saw our reflection in the glass doors. I felt butterflies in my stomach when I realized that we looked like two girls leaving a dance class rather than two guys. I think I was indeed becoming one.
"What are you going to do today, Danny?" he asked when we reached the door.
"I'm meeting up with some friends; we're going to play video games and have pizza. How about you?"
"I'm going to the movies with my boyfriend," he said casually. I liked that; he didn't seem to be afraid of what others might say or think. That was something I could learn from him.
"Oh, great, have a lot of fun," I said with a smile and extended my hand, but instead of shaking it, Gabriel leaned in and kissed my cheek.
"You too, baby. By the way, I love your makeup; that subtle touch looks great on you. Your lips must taste delicious with that gloss," he winked and left.
I stood there paralyzed for a few seconds. I didn't think the makeup was visible. I had watched a dozen tutorials the night before on how to create a natural look, and I thought I had succeeded... something subtle that wouldn't be noticeable. But I guess I was wrong. Fuck. I could only hope that Gabriel was a trustworthy person and wouldn't say anything.
I headed not to my friends' house but to Adrien's, whom I had promised to visit after the rehearsal. Once again, one lie covered another.
"Hi Danny, come in, come in please. How are you? I bought sodas and I'm ordering the pizza right now. If you..."
I pounced on Adrien in the door frame, pushing him inside the house and closing the door behind me with my foot. I began to kiss him. My lips and tongue desperately sought his. Under my hands I felt his body, small and thin, I was looking for his belt so I could unbuckle it.
"Woah, do you need my cum, bitch?" He whispered in my ear.
"I need it now, I need it inside me now daddy."
"Daddy! Wow, I didn't expect that, but I like it. I could be your little brother but it seems I'm superior to you now. What a fag. Let's go to the couch," he sat down and put me on my knees in front of him on the floor. I was still wearing my school uniform: "You're going to blow me now, do it right, understand? Try hard to please me."
"Yes daddy, as you command," I could hardly believe it was my voice saying those words. I started to undress, but Adrien stopped me with his hand.
"Ah, ah, who told you that you could take your clothes off? You're not going to touch yourself Danny, you're only here to please me. You're going to blow me dressed like the girl you are, do you understand?"
"Yes, daddy, excuse me."
I pulled down his uniform pants and started, like the other times, to blow him, only this time again he took out his cell phone and started to record me with flash included.
"You're wearing makeup too! Wow, you really want to become a baby for Daddy, don't you?" I nodded, taking his huge cock in my mouth over and over again. "Do you like it?" I nodded again, "How does it feel to have a boy younger than you turn you into his little bitch? Huh? I bet you get turned on every time you're with your teammates now, don't you? With that group of males more manly than you. That's you Danny, now you're out to please them. You're not the captain anymore, or you shouldn't be, captains aren't on their knees blowing other guys, are they? You should quit and become completely the slutty girl you are. You already wear makeup like one, behave like one, go to ballet like one and start looking like one. It wouldn't be fair to your male classmates, would it? You can still please them, of course, in the locker room, just like you please me, don't you think?"
His words and the up and down motion he had on his dick were a mixture that caused me to feel mesmerized and just nod and moan in pleasure as I sucked him off and listened to him. His words became commands and that was in stark contrast because looking at him I wouldn't think that a grade X schoolboy still in his uniform could be asking me these things. I mean, he was still wearing those childish white briefs and now he was telling me what to do and how to do it. It was like a dream.
Suddenly he stopped talking, stood up and started jerking off on my face. I opened my mouth and with a moan a huge amount of cum came out and splashed all over my face and mouth. I have to admit that he not only had it bigger than me, but he was pulling out more cum than I was. That's why he was standing and I was on my knees, pleasuring him...well, that's something he would say, not me.
As I was about to wipe my face, Adrien stopped me. He only let me wipe my eyes and started reminding me what my place was, that I should thank him for coming over me, that I was honored by such a thing. He said this while giving me light strokes on my cheek. As he did that, my leotard, tights and Gabriel's shorts began to darken. I had come all over myself again just because of his words. I never thought I would like to be talked to like that.
That night we did watch movies and eat pizza. His parents wouldn't be back until the next day so we were able to spend the night alone. We interrupted the scenes for me to suck him off from time to time and almost at midnight he allowed me to undress to fuck me on all fours, while he told me I was his little bitch. When he came, he left me like that for a while, went up to his room and came downstairs with something in his hand. It was a plug that he slipped between my legs. It was so open that he had no trouble doing it. He first fingered me, moving the cum inside me over and over while he kissed me, and I whimpered. Then inserted the plug inch by inch until my ass took it all. I moaned like a girl, really just like a female. In that moment I felt like I was starting to become one for real.
"I don't want you to spill a single drop while you sleep, ok baby?"
"Yes, daddy"
The plug felt strangely, but little by little I was becoming used to have something in my ass. I was getting hard and horny that I barely sleep that night, however I made it through and didn't wake up until the next morning. I had told my parents that I would be spending the house with a girl, so luckily they didn't ask questions or called me.
We woke up early the next day and had cereal and milk for breakfast in the kitchen.
"I have a game next weekend, if you want to come see me," I said, settling into the chair, feeling the plug move inside of me.
"I'd love to, yeah sure. Is it at our school or are you going out?" Adrien replied. He was wearing just his white briefs and a small sleeveless white t-shirt.
"It's at our school. This week we'll have several training sessions. Then maybe I won't be able to see you after school."
"It's okay, I understand Danny. Best of luck, I'll see you there," Adrien was sitting in the chair across from me. He looked very cute. His height allowed him to wear children's clothes without a problem and he seemed to take advantage of that. "You looked so cute with the makeup last night. It was a great touch."
"Really? It wasn't too much? I wore it to dance class... I wanted to try something new and be seen...different. I hope it didn't look bad on me or too noticeable."
"You looked great, really. How did the dance class go?"
I told her in broad strokes. I told him about Gabriel and how he had noticed the makeup. Also that he was gay and would go out with a boyfriend.
"That sounds amazing. I hope one day we can go out together like that."
I didn't know what to say. Was he saying we were boyfriend and girlfriend? I wanted us to be boyfriend and girlfriend? But Amy... my friends... what about my life before him? Was that the real me and this just an infatuation?
I finished my cereal and tried to mute my thoughts.