💾 Archived View for tilde.pink › ~nifty › tv › a-girls-first-jockstrap.gmi captured on 2024-05-10 at 13:05:45. Gemini links have been rewritten to link to archived content
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
A Girl's First Jockstrap
by Kozmik Alaska
This is a story of an introduction to crossdressing. Unlike most stories in
this vein, it does not involve a guy, at least in the first person. This is a
story about a girl who begins her own personal journey into the world of
crossdressing.
Our hero is named Amy. She's 19 years old, and attends the local
University. Amy is there on an athletic scholarship. She's a freestyle
swimming star, with Olympic gold medal hopes and dreams.
Amy stands about 5 ft 4 in and weighs in at 115 pounds. Her firm, muscular
body yields not one ounce of fat. With her short haircut, she could even be
mistaken for a boy. And that fact is what now brings her great delight and
fun.
It all started during her freshman year. The swim team was in the
championship meet at Edison University. As Amy's team, the Scepter State
University Sharks, was the visiting team, they had the distinction of having
to use the men's locker room as their changing room.
The other girls all laughed and joked about having to use the men's locker
room to change in before the meet. One of the girls joked about the
possibility that they might surprise a naked hunk of a guy in the showers
while they were changing. Some of the guys had left clothes in the lockers
prompting Rachel Smith, yell out a loud "Oh Ick!" upon the discovery of a
pair of balled up socks. The enthusiasm of the big swim meet had the girls
laughing and joking while they got dressed.
Amy was psyched and ready to swim. And swim she did! She took first
place in her three events. The girls went on to win to the championship.
Amy tossed her swimsuit into the locker and quickly showered for the bus
ride home. After she showered she pickup all the stuff on the floor of the
locker and just stuffed them into her bag. She didn't want to miss the
ceremony back at school where they would award the medals and trophies.
Little did she realize the prize she pickup up when she tossed her wet suit
and towels into her duffel bag.
Once home, Amy tossed her cold clammy clothes into the washing
machine. After her clothes were laundered, she tossed the whole load into
the dryer. She was so tired that she didn't even bother to sort them out.
She just hoisted the whole load into the dryer and hit the start button
As the dryer hummed, Amy curled up on her bed. Her mind was filled with
the excitement of the win at the swim meet. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "The
championship! Next Olympic gold." The excitement wasn't enough to stop
the sandman and soon she drifted off to sleep.
Just then the buzzer went off on the dryer transporting Amy back from the
arms of Morpheus to her apartment. She picked up her laundry basket and
went over to the dryer. Amy opened the door and pulled out her laundry
one piece at a time. Towels, panties, swimsuit, jockstrap.... jockstrap? ....
jockstrap! "What the hell am I doing with a jockstrap?" Amy said outloud.
Amy had never really seen a jockstrap up close, so she examined this
strange garment with much interest. Sitting on a stool, she fiddled with the
jock's straps, stretching them. "How does this work?", she wondered.
She held the jockstrap in front of her mid section, and smiled a
mischievous grin. Amy's curiosity was getting the best of her. "I wonder
what it's like to wear one of these things?" she thought. In one movement,
she stripped out of her terry cloth robe, and was standing naked holding
just the jockstrap. She slipped one leg in it, then the other, and then she
pulled the jock up to her crotch. Amy adjusted the pouch on her pussy, and
then pulled the straps down over her rear, so she was wearing it like a guy
would. It fit perfectly. Amy stood there, with her hands on her hips looking
at herself in the mirror. This was neat, she thought. Crossing her arms over
small breasts, hiding them, she thought she could pass for a guy. She sat
on the chair with her legs apart, imagining her self as a guy. The thoughts
in her head made her quite horny. Amy got up from the chair and
swaggered across the room and laid down her bed. Soon she was rubbing
herself through the stiff fabric of the jockstrap's pouch. Her clit was
growing hard and erect, hard than it had ever been before. Her legs bucked
and she climaxed in strong waves of erotic sensation.
Amy lay there quietly, quite turned by what had just happened. She drifted
off to a peaceful sleep.
When Amy woke up, she scratched her head. "What a crazy dream." she
thought, "me wearing a jockstrap." She chuckled. As she stretched and
yawned she felt something sticky and wet on her belly. Amy pulled the
covers down a bit, and put her fingers in the liquid substance on her
tummy. Puzzled she sniffed at it. What the heck is this? Nah, it couldn't be.
She took a small taste. Salty. No way! Cum? Whose?
Totally bewildered, Amy pulled back the covers the whole way. She blinked
in surprise to find that she was wearing the jock strap she had dreamed
about. Then she got the shock of her life. There was some thing in it. Her
eyes got as big as saucers. Amy pulled the wide waistband of the Bike jock
down to find a penis and testicles. Her penis and her testicles.
Amy shook her head in disbelief. She had a penis. She touched it and then
jerked her hand back quickly as if she had received an electric shock. Her
penis was stirring into life, and she getting an erection. Amy looked at the
oddity of it all, from her small breasts down to the head her penis now
peaking out of the waistband of the jock. It was getting harder, straining
against the pouch of her Bike jock strap, and it was feeling really good.
Amy stuck her hand into the pouch of her jock. Feeling around she cupped
her balls in her hand and felt the wrinkled skin of her new scrotum tighten.
She freed her cock from its fabric prison allowing it to stand proudly erect.
As if it had a voice of its own, she imagined she heard it calling out for a
hand job. Amy began stroking her cock, up and down, up and down. She
had never felt anything like this before. Sparks of sexual energy filled her
body as she built to climax. Her back arched and she cried out as her
testicles dispensed their warm wet load of semen. It was all stars and
moons and planets! "What an orgasm!" she thought.
Totally spent, Amy drifted off to sleep. Soon she heard the buzzer on dryer
going off alerting her to attend to her dry laundry. `Geez louise! What a
weird dream,' she said. Still a bit unsure, she slowly pulled back the
covers, pausing only long enough to think, what if. Breathing a sigh, Amy
found no jockstrap, and no penis, just her panties and their normal
contents. She picked up her laundry basket and went over to the dryer.
Amy opened the door and pulled out her laundry one piece at a time.
Towels, panties, swimsuit, jockstrap....jockstrap?....jockstrap! Amy
smiled...she knew just what to do next.