This is a story of me, Rhea, a male-to-female crossdresser. This is a story of how I became Rhea from Rohan, and it changed my friendship with my best friend, Soham.
Soham and I have been best friends for some time. Beyond age, we had nothing in common. Soham was and stil is handsome, tall, and worked out regularly; he dressed well and was popular with the girls.
And I was an average-looking fair dude. I had no muscles. I was 60 kg and looked like a pile of soft mass. And because of that, I stayed away from girls. Soham was already on his third girlfriend. I didn’t even have one female friend.
But Soham never made me feel small. He was very close to me, sometimes very close. He would rest his hand on me, fingers slipping just a little lower than necessary. He would lean in too far when he laughed.
When we changed clothes around each other or showered after football, my eyes would go to his toned body and his cock. I would stare more than I should.
He would catch me looking at his cock. But he never got angry. He only smiled like he knew what I was watching. And he used to tease me, calling me soft. He said I had a “girl’s body,” and truthfully? I did.
That was our friendship. I never thought we could be anything more than that – until the day everything changed.
He asked me to stay over at his place that weekend. His parents and sister were out of town. We had a small get-together that evening with a handful of our friends. But I was the only one he asked to stay the night. That made me happy.
I spent most of the evening in the corner, sipping spirits slowly, watching the group chat and laugh. Soham was enjoying the evening with his girlfriend Ananya, who never left him alone. He whispered something in her ear, and the two of them disappeared into his parents’ bedroom.
When the door opened again after fifteen minutes, he came out first, shirt untucked, hair messy. He looked completely unbothered. He caught me staring. And he winked. Ananya followed a minute later, cheeks flushed, trying to fix her skirt.
That night, Soham had a plan. Vodka. Pizza. A movie. But the movie was forgotten, and we watched porn instead. It wasn’t the first time we were watching porn together. But that night felt different. Maybe because of the vodka.
I was tipsy and then, like an idiot, I asked the stupidest question…
“Did you… do it today?”
He turned his head toward me and asked, “What?”
I gestured at the screen, “This.”
He smirked, then answered plainly, “No. Just kissing.”
I should have stopped there. But my vodka-loosened mouth didn’t.
I asked, too quickly, “For fifteen minutes?”
He smiled, “You counted.”
My face burned. But then I didn’t stop, “Your shirt was untucked. She was adjusting her skirt when you came out.”
He shifted slightly, eyes never leaving mine. Then he leaned in, closer than he needed to.
“When you kiss someone on a bed for fifteen minutes…”
His voice dropped to a whisper. “…clothes don’t stay where they’re supposed to.”
His words sent a spark down my spine. I didn’t know what I was feeling, but I was feeling it everywhere. I tried to steady myself and said something to fill the silence…
“So you have… never done it? All the way?”
He leaned back a little and said, “I have… with Rupali. But Ananya’s taking her time. Soon though… I’ll get there.”
The way he said it, made my stomach twist.
Then he leaned in again, breath brushing my ear, “Are you hot after watching this?”
I didn’t answer. But I could feel the heat on my neck.
“You want to feel it?” he asked again, softer now.
I mumbled, “Which girl would even… do it with me?”
He grinned, “Why would you need a girl? You got the body of one already.”
That wasn’t the first time he’d teased me like that. But tonight, the tone was different.
“Remember that story I told you?” He went on. “The one about roleplay?” I nodded slowly.
“We could try it,” he said. “You be the girlfriend. I’ll be your boyfriend.”
My heart kicked hard in my chest. I didn’t know if he was serious or just playing around.
But then he added, “I was ready to finish things with Ananya. You saw that. But she left me hot and dry. So maybe… I will finish it with you.” My breath caught.
“And next time, if you want to do it again, we can switch. I’ll be the girlfriend. You can be the boyfriend.”
He smiled like it was no big deal. But it wasn’t. My body said yes before my mouth did. I didn’t speak. I just nodded. He pulled me into a hug. His chest was warm against mine.
Then he got up, whispering, “Wait here.”
I watched him disappear into his bedroom. I sat there, unsure of what came next.
He returned soon, holding a short-pleated skirt, a cropped top, and a delicate lace bra with matching panties. He just grinned.
“When we’re doing roleplay, let’s do it properly. I can imagine you as Rhea.”
I stared at the clothes and him. These clothes belonged to Rhea, and Rhea was Soham’s elder sister. I didn’t ask him why he wanted to imagine me as Rhea. I looked at the clothes again.
Soham noticed my hesitation and softened his voice.
“Only if you’re okay with it.”
I didn’t answer. I just took the clothes from his hands and rushed into the bedroom. I undressed slowly, standing naked in front of the mirror, I stared at myself.
“Why does he think I have a body like a girl?” I wondered.
And then, almost without thinking, I reached for the bra.
To my surprise, I slipped it on easily, like my hands had done it a hundred times before. Next, came the panties. I hesitated, then stepped into them. I swallowed hard when I felt it on my cock.
I turned back to the mirror, and for the first time, I understood what Soham meant. I really did have a body like a girl – soft, hairless, with the slightest curve at my chest and hips, and a flat waist.
Then, I wore a skirt. Then, the top. My eyes scanned the room for something to complete the dressing. And then, I saw them. Heels!
Not high heels; just a modest pair with a soft lift. Still, the sight of them made my pulse skip. I stepped into them slowly. I was ready now. Not as Rohan. As Rhea.
I didn’t walk toward the mirror this time. Because I didn’t want to see myself again in the mirror. I wanted to see myself in his eyes. I stepped out of the bedroom, heels clicking softly on the floor.
The way he looked at me, I knew I was dressed as a beautiful girl. Then he walked towards me and said, “You are looking hot, Rohan.”
I replied slowly, like trying to sound like a girl, “I am Rhea.”
We didn’t speak again for a while. The moans on screen kept building. So did the tension between us.
He stood so close to me that I could feel his breath. My heart was racing with anticipation. Then he moved forward and kissed my lips. It was a slow, tentative kiss. And when I responded by opening my lips for him, he kissed me like a hungry boy.
Soham caught my face and with his other hand, he pressed my breast. I moaned into his mouth and my hands roamed through his hair.
Then, he sat on the sofa and pulled me onto his lap. He, then, kissed my neck while his hand cupped my breasts. Fuck! I was making a better noise than the actress in the porn movie.
He asked, whispering, “Okay?”
I breathed, “I want this.”
He exhaled hard, “God, me too!”
Then he made me lie on the sofa and climbed on top of me. He kissed me again, this time with more passion, while my hand moved on his back. His hands slid over my breasts, and with both hands, he pressed them.
Soham made me feel like I really had breasts. I gasped. Then he pulled his shirt over his head. My finger traced the muscles of his chest like a girl. He moaned. So, I got up and kissed his nipple.
“Ah…” He let out a soft gasp.
My hand went lower, into the waistband of his joggers while I sucked his nipple.
He hissed softly. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. His cock was already hard. It felt hot and heavy in my palm. I stroked him slowly.
“Fuck… Roh… Sorry… Rhea… stop… please,” he said and gently pulled my hand away, “Let me teach you how you make a guy feel good.”
He pulled my skirt down. Then touched my hard-on over my panty. And kissed it softly. I shivered. Then he pulled my panties down slowly. He rubbed his palm on my semi-hard cock. Then kissed my thighs, then stomach, while rubbing my cock. Then he took my cock in his mouth.
I cried out, “Oh, SOHAM!!!”
He looked up at me while he sucked me. My hands were on his hair, pulling it.
“Soham… OH GOD!!!” I cummed with a loud moan.
He swallowed each drop and smiled. He climbed up and kissed me again on the lips. He tasted salty with my cum. I closed my eyes and lay there. Then, after a moment, I reached for him.
“You next,” I said, smiling.
He laid on the other end of the sofa. His cock was already out and harder than before. I climbed on top of him and kissed his lips, his throat, his chest, and trailed down until he groaned.
I took his cock in my hand and felt like it was burning. I wanted to make him feel better than what he did to me. So, while my hand was holding his cock, I teased him with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re… amazing, Rhea.”
The name made me confident. I kept teasing him with my tongue, rolling it over his cock.
“Fuck, Rhea… take me in your mouth. Don’t tease me, please.” He begged.
I looked at him and smiled. He was looking at me. I teased him one more time with my tongue.
“You slut, take me in your mouth.” He said, biting his lip.
I took him in my mouth. Oh boy! He felt so big in my mouth. I felt the hot sensation. I kept sucking it like it was a lollipop. And soon, he came, trembling, his hands pulling my hair. He filled my mouth with his salty, sticky, and warm cum. And slowly, I swallowed it.
I collapsed beside him, panting after cleaning his cock. He touched my face like he couldn’t believe what we had just done.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked him.
“I enjoyed it more than my first time with Rupali,” he replied.
When he said I was better than his ex-girlfriend, I don’t know what happened to me. I got up and wore my panties again. He kept looking at me but didn’t ask why I was wearing it again. Then, I lay down next to him in his arms like his Rhea.
“I’ll be dressing up again next time and every time when we do it,” I murmured into his neck and kissed it. “I’ll be your Rhea.”
He laughed, eyes shining, “Deal.”
He pulled me close, kissed me on the lips.
“Did you feel I was Rhea?” I asked softly.
“Yes, but not my sister. My ‘friend with benefit’ Rhea.” He added.
I looked at him. I wanted him to call me his girlfriend, not just a friend with benefits. He looked at me briefly and then said, “I know you must be thinking I am a pervert.”
I didn’t understand what he was saying, so I kept looking at him.
“That I think dirty things about my sister,” he said, like he was embarrassed by it.
Then, I leaned and kissed him on the lips and said, “We all do.”
His body relaxed by my words or kiss or both.
“Did you really enjoy it with me more than Rupali?” I asked because I wanted to hear it again and again.
“Yes,” he said.
“But you must have fucked her.”
“I did. But it was not much fun. Your sucking was far better.” He licked his lips as he said it.
“Why don’t you fuck me next time? This way, you will know whom you enjoy fucking more.” I was saying it more out of jealousy.
I wanted to give him a better fuck than Rupali.
“Can we do it now?” He said, pressing my ass.
I looked at him in surprise.
Then he caught his limp cock and said, “Make him hard… so, I can say who I enjoyed fucking more,” and winked.
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Next part: Did Soham enjoy fucking Rhea more than Rupali?