[F4M] [Script Fill] From Tomboy to Submissive Girlfriend [Tomboy] [Friends Become Lovers] [Virginity] [Impregnation] [Submissive] [Tomboy on the streets, 1950s housewife in the sheets]

Oh my god, dude. What are you doing home? I thought you went back to your parents' place for the weekend. You're probably wondering why the fuck I'm wearing a dress and some makeup and an apron And why I'm baking? You know, for other girls, This wouldn't even require an explanation.

Can't you just, you know, let it go? Pretend you never saw this? I have an unblemished reputation as a tomboy, and I'd prefer to keep it that way. Just walk away I'm pretend you never saw this. Okay?

You're gonna be a dick about it, aren't you? Maybe it's because I've been so vocal about hating girly things. I know we've talked a lot of shit. My mom was always pushing me to be as feminine as she was, but I was a tomboy. She hated that, and I kinda loved that she hated it.

I was good at sports and with my hands, and I hung out with boys instead of girls. Well, at some point in my teens, I Started to change, internally, at least. I still liked being a tomboy, but I saw the girls my age being feminine and cute, and I kinda wanted that too. …

Oh my god, dude. What are you doing home? I thought you went back to your parents' place for the weekend. You're probably wondering why the fuck I'm wearing a dress and some makeup and an apron And why I'm baking? You know, for other girls, This wouldn't even require an explanation.

Can't you just, you know, let it go? Pretend you never saw this? I have an unblemished reputation as a tomboy, and I'd prefer to keep it that way. Just walk away I'm pretend you never saw this. Okay?

You're gonna be a dick about it, aren't you? Maybe it's because I've been so vocal about hating girly things. I know we've talked a lot of shit. My mom was always pushing me to be as feminine as she was, but I was a tomboy. She hated that, and I kinda loved that she hated it.

I was good at sports and with my hands, and I hung out with boys instead of girls. Well, at some point in my teens, I Started to change, internally, at least. I still liked being a tomboy, but I saw the girls my age being feminine and cute, and I kinda wanted that too. I guess, deep down, I'm as into traditionally feminine things as much as my mom, but she can't know that. I would never give her the satisfaction.

I I couldn't even tell you, And you've been my best friend longer than I can remember. Back home, I'd sometimes take the bus to a mall clear across town, and then I could spend hours trying on girly clothes without anyone I know seeing me, But I never bought them. I didn't dare risk my mom finding them in my closet or some hiding spot. But now I'm at college and sharing an apartment with you So I can risk buying the girl clothes because mom can't go through my stuff here. I keep my stash of girly stuff locked in that chest in my room.

And When you leave town for the weekend, I open it up and well, I dress up like this. And I bake. I've never baked before I went to college, despite my mom trying to teach me all the time. And I'm ashamed to say that I'm apparently really, really good at it. I buy the ingredients, follow the recipe, And it's like magic happens.

I bake all weekend as soon as you go, and then I drop it off at the local homeless shelter before you get back. You only noticed the cooking smells one time, and that scared me to death. But I told you it was some apple cinnamon scented feminine hygiene products was using it. You shut right up. But You've caught me red handed this time.

Well, they're more white right now from being covered with flour. Let me wipe them on this towel. I'm sure my face is red, though. Some of that might be the makeup I applied. I guess I was going for the entire 19 fifties housewife thing today.

So I guess I'd kind of appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone About this, especially my mom, it'd be really fucking embarrassing. But, honestly, don't tell anyone because it would eventually get back to my mom anyway, and I would never live that down. I could threaten you with physical violence. You know? That's been effective in the past, But it's not like I can't bribe you with baked goods now.

I have an apple pie cooling over there, and, there's a chocolate cake baking right now. Since you know my secret shame, I can start baking when you're around, I guess. I could even cook meals and stuff. I've honestly been itching to give that a try. We don't have to live off of, like, ramen and pizza anymore.

Would you like a slice of pie? It always tastes good to me, and the people at the shelter say everyone there loves the stuff. I I bring them. I told them I was just dropping off what my sisters made, but I've never gotten a chance to actually see someone else eat it. So here.

Let me just slice you a piece. I think we have some ice cream too. I'll I'll put a scoop of that on top for you. Okay. Here.

Now you can tell me if it sucks. I don't think it does, But maybe I'm just deluding myself. Maybe the people at the shelter are just being nice to me. So, I need to know the truth. I know you won't lie to me, because I will punch you if you do.

I also need to get you on my side with the entire secret girly side of me. So try it. Do do you like it? No. Don't talk with your mouth full.

God. If my mom could see how you're shoveling that into your face, she'd go wild over your table manners Just as she used to over mine. I know that look on your face, though. You like it. It's weird, But it makes me feel warm inside to see you enjoy it like that.

Well, is it a relief? Not just to know that my baking is good, although that's important. But now I don't need to hide this double life I've been leaving from you, not when it's just the 2 of us. It's gonna be a big help. Would you like a glass of milk to wash that down with?

I just picked some up when I went shopping for ingredients earlier today. Maybe I could mix you a drink. We've got a whole lot of different bottles of stuff from that party a few weeks back. Someone left behind that bartender's kit too. I kinda wanna try mixing you a drink more involved than rum and coke.

Making drinks is just following another recipe. How hard can it be? Here. I'll be right back. Here you go.

I even found some fancy glasses to serve it Instead of our usual red cups. I mean, 2, if you're okay with me drinking with you. Not the best quality alcohol since it's leftovers from a college party, but I tried to add some flavor with some lemon peel and some simple syrup I just made. No. Take a sip of it.

Don't slam it. This isn't a fucking shot. It's meant to be Savour. I can make you another if you like this one. But please tell me what you think.

I'm so glad you liked it. Do you mind if I have some too? Sorry. I guess I don't need to ask. I'm not sure why I felt like I had to.

That is good. I've been going through the little book of recipes in that bartender's kit, and this one kept standing out to me. I really like it, but what I like even more is how much you're enjoying it. Sorry. This dress and this makeup must be hard for you to get used to.

You keep looking at me. I even styled my short hair to something more feminine. I've been letting it grow out a little under the pretense of being too busy to get it cut. It feels strange to have someone actually see me like this. But like with my baking, it's nice to have an audience.

I didn't mess up the look too bad, did I? Like, using the the the makeup and styling my hair is still really new to me, even if they seem to come naturally. Really? It's not horrible to look at? Now that my shock that being found out's gone, I I find myself curious about what you think about all this, the baking, the making drinks, or how I look.

Do I, do I look pretty? I'm not gonna take it the wrong way if you say yes. It's just a simple question. I know you like girls, and I may actually look Sort of like a girl right now, so it's okay if you think the makeup makes my face more attractive, or if the dress shows Just the right amount of cleavage or if these heels make my legs look extra nice. Sorry.

I told you to sip your drink, but mine's gone already. I'm not sure how that happened, but, Go ahead and tell me if you think I look pretty. Please. I I know comments about my physical appearance usually result in my punching, whoever said it, but I promise It won't happen this time. I need to know.

Oh, Do you really think so? Well, now I really am blushing. No. No. It's okay.

I I asked you for your honest opinion, and you gave it to me, And I liked what you said. I can't describe how good it makes me feel. My mom would laugh at me getting all flustered at being told I was beautiful. Mhmm. She wanted me to have a boyfriend, but it just made me resist dating.

Do you want another drink? I wanna make you another one, but but only if that's what you want. I I think I need 1 myself, if if that's alright with you. Thank you. This will just take a minute.

Although I need to check on that cake as well and and maybe touch up my lips today. I'll be right back. Here. It's the same drink as before. Oh, yeah.

I I thought I'd put on some perfume, too. I Didn't think you'd done this. I don't usually put it on until I'm done baking, so I can better smell what I'm cooking, but Just figured I'd dab some on while I was in my room. Do I smell nice? It's not just the perfume or or the baking smells.

That chest in my room also contains some special soaps Some shampoos instead of me just using a cheap shit. Let me get a little closer. I actually smell like a girl now, don't I? I don't smell like pizza or sweat or oil from working on our cars. I smell like a real girl.

You know, if my mom wouldn't have pushed me so hard to stop being a tomboy, I probably would've done it on my own. I would have worn dresses to school or around the house and worn makeup. I might even have tried dating like a normal girl. It it's weird to wonder what life would have been like. We were always such good friends.

Do you think that would have changed if I wasn't a tomboy back then? I'd like to think we'd still be best friends. But, at the same time, what if we would have ended up dating? I'm not trying to gross you out or anything. It's just some honest curiosity.

It would have been kinda natural for our friendship to turn into something more as we got older. You never saw me as anything more than a friend for all those years, Largely because I was so intent on not playing the part of the traditional girl, but if I had played the part, I wonder if you would have been interested. Pardon me, wonders right now, you think of me now, that you've seen this new side of me. If we if we weren't best friends, would you maybe find me to be girlfriend material? Am I making this weird?

I'm sorry if I am, But I can't help myself. It suddenly really matters that I have your approval for things. And right now, it's it's really important for me to know if you could ever be attracted to a girl like me. It's okay to say no. We all have our tastes, and we can't help who we're attracted to.

But It's also okay to say yes. It's really, really okay for you to say yes. And to make it worth your while, I will reward your honest answer with more baking or making drinks Or any other service that I could provide to you as a strangely feminine and submissive young tomboy. So you are attracted to me? I guess you can't help it.

I'm barely recognizable as that tomboy right now. So Incredibly feminine and domestic at the moment. I think that kind of thing appeals to a lot of guys at a primal level. So like I said, I really want to keep this all a secret. I'll bake for you and cook for you.

I'll even clean our apartment here for you as well, But you're a guy, and you've said that you're attracted to me. I could Maybe understand how with you having me at a disadvantage and all, you might wanna use that to get me to do certain Feminine things for you. Naughty things. Like sex. I'd pretty much have to do it if you ask to keep my secret.

You're thinking about it right now, aren't you? As soon as I get close to you and let you smell me, I could see you getting excited. Honestly, knowing I could turn a boy on meant Even more to me than knowing I was good at baking. Yeah. Blackmail me, please.

Tell me to take off this dress for you. I have some very pink and girly underwear on that you'd really like to see. Just tell me to take the dress off. Yes, sir. I just need to unbutton it, and then I can slip out of it and let it fall onto my feet by my heels.

I'm just wearing these super cute bra and panties I was telling you about. They they have little bows on them. Can you believe that? I love wearing them, but I'll take them off for you. The bra is the 1st to come off.

Do do you like my breath? Be honest, as long as the answer's yes. I need to hear nice things like that. Thank you. Now I'll take the panties off.

I I've been practicing this little shimmy, And, you'll see that I've been busy shaving all kinds of places on my body that I never used to worry about, or at least, at least let people know I was worried about. And now you have me naked in front of you. Well, almost naked. I just have the heels on, but I can take those off too. Now do you maybe wanna take me into your bedroom?

Or even better, do you wanna carry me? No one's ever carried me before. Oh, at least since I was a little girl. I like it, though. You're stronger than I remember, And you smell nice now that I'm in this close.

Really musky and masculine. Just lay me down in your bed. You can take off as much of your clothing as you like, You're the 1 in charge right now. I'll just lie here and close my eyes demerily. Oh, You're getting on top of me now.

I should be scared. Like, I'm nervous, But I'm not scared. I should be mad at you for blackmailing me, but we both know that's not what this is. Even if I don't want to define it too closely? You feel so Big on top of me?

But it feels nice. I feel Safe, but vulnerable at the same time. I feel I feel your cock parking against me. This is really happening, isn't it? We're gonna have sex.

No. No. No. I'm not I'm not having second thoughts. Don't don't worry about what I'm thinking or rambling.

I'm here to provide, pleasure for you. I want whatever you want. Just put it in me. Just push your cock against me harder and harder Until I, until I open up before you Then then you're ready to take my virginity. So go ahead.

Be the 1st person To treat me like the woman that I am? Oh, no. No. No. Keep going.

You're in me. We're having sex. Maybe you've been making up. You know you're moving so slowly. Treating me so gentle is way more gentle than you've ever been in sports or roughhousing.

That's why I like it. Do you like my body? Do you like my pussy? Do you like making love to me? Tell me nice things about my body, How good I am at taking your cock?

Please tell me I'm a good girl. Please? Oh, those whites make me feel so fucking good. Almost as good as your cock as me, Kanythia. I never felt so alive.

I never felt more like a woman than I do right now. Oh, it feels so good. No. Don't ask me if it's okay to come in me. You're the man, and I'm the woman.

You decide. I must obey you Even if it's dangerous, you could try to intentionally impregnate me, and I'd have to let you. I still wouldn't be able to keep you from having an orgasm or me from having an orgasm. It might be even harder to fight it then. Oh, yeah.

You're gonna do it, aren't you? You're gonna cum in me. That's how you claim me, by filling me with Sperm, I want it too. I want your cum deep inside of me, and I also wanna belong to you. Oh god.

I'm gonna cum. I'm probably gonna get friggin', but before that, I'm gonna fucking cum. But I must wait for you. I can't Come until you do. I need it.

You grant me permission by coming in me. Please please please don't make me wait too long. I can't I can't fight this feeling much longer. You're coming. My body was good enough for you to come in it.

That makes me feel so good. It's making me cum so hard. There's no coming back now. Not around here, at least. I bet you'll never see me as a tomboy again after all that.

I'll still carry on the act when it's not just the 2 of us, at least if you don't mind. If you want me to be girly all of the time, I'd do that too, even if my mom finds out. In fact, I have to do everything you say. I'm far more feminine than I ever let on, but I'm also far more submissive. I don't want to say no to you.

I never could say no to you. And so long as you claim me, I never will. Could I get you some more pie? Or or maybe make you a sandwich? Or suck your cat clean?

Maybe all of 3 of these, in whatever order you wish. I'm really liking the chance to be all submissive and feminine, But I think you're really gonna enjoy it just as much as I do. You're not losing me as your tomboy best friend. You're just Gaining a devoted, submissive, and very feminine live in girlfriend Who will do anything to make you happy? Now that doesn't sound like