A Girl's First Jockstrap

This is a story of an introduction to crossdressing. Unlike most stories in vbcrlfthis vein, it does not involve a guy, at least in the first person. This is a vbcrlfstory about a girl who begins her own personal journey into the world of vbcrlfcrossdressing.vbcrlfvbcrlfOur hero is named Amy. She’s 19 years old, and attends the local vbcrlfUniversity. Amy is there on an athletic scholarship. She’s a freestyle vbcrlfswimming star, with Olympic gold medal hopes and dreams. vbcrlfvbcrlfAmy stands about 5 ft 4 in and weighs in at 115 pounds. Her firm, muscular vbcrlfbody yields not one ounce of fat. With her short haircut, she could even be vbcrlfmistaken for a boy. And that fact is what now brings her great delight and vbcrlffun.vbcrlfvbcrlfIt all started during her freshman year. The swim team was in the vbcrlfchampionship meet at Edison University. As Amy’s team, the Scepter State vbcrlfUniversity Sharks, was the visiting team, they had the distinction of having vbcrlfto use the men’s locker room as their changing room. vbcrlfvbcrlfThe other girls all laughed and joked about having to use the men’s locker vbcrlfroom to change in before the meet. One of the girls joked about the vbcrlfpossibility that they might surprise a naked hunk of a guy in the showers vbcrlfwhile they were changing. Some of the guys had left clothes in the lockers vbcrlfprompting Rachel Smith, yell out a loud “Oh Ick!” upon the discovery of a vbcrlfpair of balled up socks. The enthusiasm of the big swim meet had the girls vbcrlflaughing and joking while they got dressed. vbcrlfvbcrlfAmy was psyched and ready to swim. And swim she did! She took first vbcrlfplace in her three events. The girls went on to win to the championship. vbcrlfAmy tossed her swimsuit into the locker and quickly showered for the bus vbcrlfride home. After she showered she pickup all the stuff on the floor of the vbcrlflocker and just stuffed them into her bag. She didn’t want to miss the vbcrlfceremony back at school where they would award the medals and trophies. vbcrlfLittle did she realize the prize she pickup up when she tossed her wet suit vbcrlfand towels into her duffel bag.vbcrlfvbcrlfOnce home, Amy tossed her cold clammy clothes into the washing vbcrlfmachine. After her clothes were laundered, she tossed the whole load into vbcrlfthe dryer. She was so tired that she didn’t even bother to sort them out. vbcrlfShe just hoisted the whole load into the dryer and hit the start buttonvbcrlfvbcrlfAs the dryer hummed, Amy curled up on her bed. Her mind was filled with vbcrlfthe excitement of the win at the swim meet. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “The vbcrlfchampionship! Next Olympic gold.” The excitement wasn’t enough to stop vbcrlfthe sandman and soon she drifted off to sleep.vbcrlfvbcrlfJust then the buzzer went off on the dryer transporting Amy back from the vbcrlfarms of Morpheus to her apartment. She picked up her laundry basket and vbcrlfwent over to the dryer. Amy opened the door and pulled out her laundry vbcrlfone piece at a time. Towels, panties, swimsuit, jockstrap…. jockstrap? …. vbcrlfjockstrap! “What the hell am I doing with a jockstrap?” Amy said outloud.vbcrlfvbcrlfAmy had never really seen a jockstrap up close, so she examined this vbcrlfstrange garment with much interest. Sitting on a stool, she fiddled with the vbcrlfjock’s straps, stretching them. “How does this work?”, she wondered.vbcrlfvbcrlfShe held the jockstrap in front of her mid section, and smiled a vbcrlfmischievous grin. Amy’s curiosity was getting the best of her. “I wonder vbcrlfwhat it’s like to wear one of these things?” she thought. In one movement, vbcrlfshe stripped out of her terry cloth robe, and was standing naked holding vbcrlfjust the jockstrap. She slipped one leg in it, then the other, and then she vbcrlfpulled the jock up to her crotch. Amy adjusted the pouch on her pussy, and vbcrlfthen pulled the straps down over her rear, so she was wearing it like a guy vbcrlfwould. It fit perfectly. Amy stood there, with her hands on her hips looking vbcrlfat herself in the mirror. This was neat, she thought. Crossing her arms over vbcrlfsmall breasts, hiding them, she thought she could pass for a guy. She sat vbcrlfon the chair with her legs apart, imagining her self as a guy. The thoughts vbcrlfin her head made her quite horny. Amy got up from the chair and vbcrlfswaggered across the room and laid down her bed. Soon she was rubbing vbcrlfherself through the stiff fabric of the jockstrap’s pouch. Her clit was vbcrlfgrowing hard and erect, hard than it had ever been before. Her legs bucked vbcrlfand she climaxed in strong waves of erotic sensation.vbcrlfvbcrlfAmy lay there quietly, quite turned by what had just happened. She drifted vbcrlfoff to a peaceful sleep.vbcrlfvbcrlfWhen Amy woke up, she scratched her head. “What a crazy dream.” she vbcrlfthought, “me wearing a jockstrap.” She chuckled. As she stretched and vbcrlfyawned she felt something sticky and wet on her belly. Amy pulled the vbcrlfcovers down a bit, and put her fingers in the liquid substance on her vbcrlftummy. Puzzled she sniffed at it. What the heck is this? Nah, it couldn’t be. vbcrlfShe took a small taste. Salty. No way! Cum? Whose?vbcrlfvbcrlfTotally bewildered, Amy pulled back the covers the whole way. She blinked vbcrlfin surprise to find that she was wearing the jock strap she had dreamed vbcrlfabout. Then she got the shock of her life. There was some thing in it. Her vbcrlfeyes got as big as saucers. Amy pulled the wide waistband of the Bike jock vbcrlfdown to find a penis and testicles. Her penis and her testicles.vbcrlfvbcrlfAmy shook her head in disbelief. She had a penis. She touched it and then vbcrlfjerked her hand back quickly as if she had received an electric shock. Her vbcrlfpenis was stirring into life, and she getting an erection. Amy looked at the vbcrlfoddity of it all, from her small breasts down to the head her penis now vbcrlfpeaking out of the waistband of the jock. It was getting harder, straining vbcrlfagainst the pouch of her Bike jock strap, and it was feeling really good.vbcrlfvbcrlfAmy stuck her hand into the pouch of her jock. Feeling around she cupped vbcrlfher balls in her hand and felt the wrinkled skin of her new scrotum tighten. vbcrlfShe freed her cock from its fabric prison allowing it to stand proudly erect. vbcrlfAs if it had a voice of its own, she imagined she heard it calling out for a vbcrlfhand job. Amy began stroking her cock, up and down, up and down. She vbcrlfhad never felt anything like this before. Sparks of sexual energy filled her vbcrlfbody as she built to climax. Her back arched and she cried out as her vbcrlftesticles dispensed their warm wet load of semen. It was all stars and vbcrlfmoons and planets! “What an orgasm!” she thought.vbcrlfvbcrlfTotally spent, Amy drifted off to sleep. Soon she heard the buzzer on dryer vbcrlfgoing off alerting her to attend to her dry laundry. `Geez louise! What a vbcrlfweird dream,’ she said. Still a bit unsure, she slowly pulled back the vbcrlfcovers, pausing only long enough to think, what if. Breathing a sigh, Amy vbcrlffound no jockstrap, and no penis, just her panties and their normal vbcrlfcontents. She picked up her laundry basket and went over to the dryer. vbcrlfAmy opened the door and pulled out her laundry one piece at a time. vbcrlfTowels, panties, swimsuit, jockstrap….jockstrap?….jockstrap! Amy vbcrlfsmiled…she knew just what to do next.