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Jr. Prom 1
Date: 7/27/2015, Categories: First Time, Shemales, Taboo, Author: cire9691, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
go to prom. It was a pretty average fishing trip. ============2============ For the next few days Bob and I joked about it alot. We even told a few of our friends that I was thinking of running for prom queen. They all thought it was hilarious and assured me they would vote for me. After a few days, the whole school was buzzing about me being the prom queen. Some of the teachers were furious and the principal took me aside to tell me I couldn't run. I furrowed my brow and looked at him closely. "Why not?" I asked. He looked at me sternly "Don't get smart! You're not a girl and you can't run!" "The handbook says that the class votes for king and queen. It doesn't say it has to be a boy and girl" I remarked with a smile. He got a confounded look and stomped off. I was just joking about being prom queen, but it made me mad to be told I couldn't. I fumed about it all day. Now I had to be prom queen just to piss him off. When school was over, Bob and I headed for his truck to head home. He had a big double cab duel wheeled truck from the 70's. It wasn't much, but it was roomier than most cars. It had big bench seats front and back. With lots of leg room. It was like a go anywhere shaggin' wagon. Bob could see something was bothering me so he parked out in the woods and sparked a joint. While we smoked, I told him what happened and how pissed off I was. When I was done bitching, Bob just laughed. "I already told you. Shave your legs and I'll ... take you to the prom." he told me seriously. I giggled "OK, I'll talk to my mom tonight." When I got home, I got online and looked up all the info I could find on cross dressing. I spent about two hours looking stuff up and taking notes.................. I found out all kinds of stuff about shoes, panties, bras, wigs, clothes, hair removal. Hiding my cock. I was shocked at how much there was to know about being a girl. I had no idea what they went through. When dinner was ready, mom called me to the table. We started to eat and my mom asked what I was working on so diligently. "I was doing a little bit of research and I was hoping you could help me later." I told her. "Sure sweetheart. What are you working on?" she asked. I bit my bottom lip. "I was wondering what it would take to dress like a girl so I could run for prom queen" My mom stared at me dumbfounded while my dad started to laugh. "Go big or stay home!" he chuckled. My mom gave him a dirty look. "Don't encourage him!" "I'm sorry honey. But I thought it was funny in high school and I still do. If he wants to do it. I say we help him" he said plainly. She looked at me. "Ok. I'll help you with whatever you need, but you have to do it like you mean it." "Of course!" I eagerly agreed. "And you'll do whatever I tell you?" she queried. "Yes!" I said with a smile. She smiled and shook my hand. "OK, we have a deal" ...