Chapter 1

Being a girl is so much more fun than being a boy.

I first realised this when I was about 9 or 10. I became aware that adults treated me differently, not as harsh as the boys. People talked nicer to me and expected less from me. I could get away with much more than my brother.

Not that I was a naughty girl, quite the opposite actually. I always worked hard at school and I helped Mum at home a lot.

With clothes as well, I looked at my brothers and thought that their clothes were boring, they were also a lot heavier, I felt freer with my skirts and blouses. Even my school uniforms looked less heavy and more colourful than what the boys had to wear. I always preferred skirts and dresses over jeans that felt restrictive, and I loved the summer time when I could wear lightweight summer dresses all the time.

And look at the clothes that grown men wear a lot of the time, suits, boring suits, all very similar and all looking so heavy.

Okay, there were some things that boys did that, as a girl, I couldn’t do, but there were way more things that girls could do that boys couldn’t, and I’m not talking about playing with dolls.

When I got in to my early teens I used to watch the older girls having fun teasing and manipulating the boys to get what they wanted and I loved what I was seeing. Whenever my mother caught me watching those older girls she’s call them sluts and drag me away but I was jealous of those girls, I wanted to be one of them.

It wasn’t until I was 18 and had left school that I finally decided that I needed to properly take advantage of being a girl. I’d been thinking of ways to do that for years but a combination of living with my religious and woke parents, and not having the courage, had stopped me from being the girl that I really wanted to be.

I’d managed to get a small flat in the centre of the city but my money was tight. The job that I had only just covered my rent and travel costs.

I wouldn’t describe myself as a ‘Loner’ but the idea of living on my own really appealed to me. Don’t get me wrong, I like people and maybe my thoughts will change if I fall in love, but until that time I wanted to enjoy living on my own.

I was lucky in that when I told my mother that I couldn’t afford to buy any new clothes, she gave me her old sowing machine saying that I’d I’d have to make my own clothes, her having taught me how to use the machine years ago,

That was music to my ears, just what I wanted to hear. I now had the freedom to make whatever clothes that I wanted, using fabrics that I wanted, and nothing was going to be heavyweight.

For the past few years I’d been daydreaming about wearing clothes that were a lot less restrictive and briefer than any my mother had ever made me wear. Hell, I even dreamt about not wearing any clothes, going out in public and letting the world see me totally naked.

Whenever I had that dream parts of my body tingled whilst another part got really wet.

This was my big chance and I intended to take full advantage of it, and of bring a girl.

I started by shortening all my skirts and dresses. The shortest that my mother had ever bought me was knee length and to me that was way too long, way too much fabric to get in the way when I was moving around and doing things.

My shorter skirts and dresses at work were starting to get me noticed and I got compliments from both the girls and the guys there, a couple of the latter asking me for a date but I always turned them down as I wanted to find the real me and have lots of the type of fun that only a girl can have before I got into a relationship.

The job that I’d managed to get was working for an Insurance company and my work ethics soon got me promoted and paid more. Some of that extra money got spent on patterns and fabrics that my mother would never have let me buy.

I was soon making clothes that my mother would be horrified about and I just knew that she’s label me as a slut, me guessing that she never even knew the true meaning of the word.

Talking to the other girls at work I knew that there was a limit with what I could get away with and some of the skirts and tops that I made went right to that limit.

Underwear, you are probably wondering, well I am a lucky girl in that I am skinny and only have small, pointy tits, an ‘A’ cup, so one of my freedoms that I started practising as soon as I got my own flat was to ditch all the restrictive bras that my mother bought me.

I was braless when I went home to collect the sewing machine and my mother scolded me saying that she could see my nipples making little tents in my thick T-shirt and that good girls always wore a bra. I made an excuse that they were all in the wash but in reality they were all probably at the local land fill site.

As for knickers, well, they went to land fill as well, me promising myself that I would make myself a few G-strings sometime.

Pubic hair? Yes, that went as well. I’d once seen a girl on a beach wearing a thong that was slightly see-through and her big bush was escaping from the sides. That day I swore that I’d never let that happen to me so my answer was to shave it all off when I left home. I now shave myself below the neck every day.

Head hair? My mother always encouraged me let my dirty blonde hair grow long, very long, but I hated the time that it took to wash and brush it, and the way that it always used to get in the way, so shortly after I moved into my flat I got a Pixie Cut. My mother hated it but my dad reminded her that I was now an adult and that I could do what I wanted. Now, I can almost just wash it and go.

Wow, what a nice feeling that was, even under my mothers bought knickers, and when I ditched the knickers my body freedom went to another level.

Periods? Well I was lucky with those as well. They had always been quite light but I’d read somewhere that the contraceptive implant sometimes causes a woman to stop having periods. As soon as I moved into my own flat I found myself a new doctor and made an appointment. Even before I told the doctor that I wanted a contraceptive implant he told me that all new patients had to have a full examination.

He was a handsome looking guy not much older than me and I kept undressing him in my mind as he asked me some questions. Almost before I realised, I was naked and laying on the examination table with my ankles up on the stirrups.

The thing was, I didn’t feel at all embarrassed. In fact my nipples and clit were tingling and my vagina was leaking. When I had that speculum thing inside me I said,

“Actually doctor, there was one thing that I wanted to ask you for, I’ve started getting sexually active and I was wondering if I could have one of those contraceptive implants?”

He then asked me a few questions about my periods then he went away and came back with this weird looking syringe. With me still naked on that table the implant disappeared into my arm with him telling me that my periods would become lighter and possibly stop.

After he explained that the implant could be removed at any time if I wanted to get pregnant, he told me that I could get off the table and get dressed.

As I started to do so I had this image in my brain of him getting on top of me on the table and fucking me.

Of course he didn’t, in fact he was very professional throughout the appointment to the extent that I even thought about how I could get another appointment.

So far I’ve only described a little about myself so here is some more. My name is Jade Lovett. My mother never liked that family name because some people always asked her if she did. I just thought that it was amusing until I grew up then when anyone asked me if I did I’d always reply,

“Of course, don’t you?”

Anyway, as I mentioned I am skinny and have ‘A’ cup tits that hardly wobble when I run for the bus. My large nipples are dark brown, the same as my small areolae and they really contrast my very pale tits and the rest of my body. My arms and legs, below my knees, are a light shade of brown due to the sun catches them and I am looking forward to being able to get an all-over golden tan.

During puberty my waist narrowed a bit and hips got a little bigger. My best fried told me that I developed a cute little bubble but

My stomach is very flat, possibly because my mother always fed me healthy food, and never too much of it.

My pussy is very little girl style with hardly any inner labia and a clit that likes to pop out whenever I feel horny. Comparing it with those I’ve seen on the internet I believe that I have an ‘innie’ pussy. When my pussy first started developing I worried about having virtually no inner labia, but as I got older I decided that I loved my little girl pussy.

Also. I am not very tall.

I was a virgin when I moved into my own flat, my mother doing her best to discourage me from having a boyfriend, and I have to say that she was successful.

I wouldn’t say that I’m drop dead gorgeous, just ‘average’ looking.

Yes, I do take care of my ‘needs’. It used to be only in bed at night but now that I have my own place I masturbate in every room of my flat, sometimes in front of the window with the curtains open. There is very little chance that anyone will see me but the thought that some young men will see the naked girl in the window rubbing one out, always makes me cum harder. Being seen like that is one of my fantasies.

Being seen naked or partially naked, even if it’s just giving guys a quick flash of my tits or pussy, and accidental or not, has developed into a passion for me, a passion that I practice as often as I can.

I’m really happy with my body and would never swap it for any other girl’s that I’ve seen, and definitely not for a boy’s body. You see, once I was living on my own I started looking at porn videos on the internet and what an eye opener that was. I looked at girls and guys bodies of all shapes and sizes and I much preferred my own body.

I did like looking at some of the guys bodies but most of the cocks were so big that they scared me. Shona, my best friend at work, often talked about the porn that she’d seen and when I told her that the size of the cocks that I’d seen in porn videos scared me she told me that the guys in porn videos only got in the videos if they had huge cocks and that the ones that I’d seen were probably way bigger than the average size. That put my mind at rest and also made me want to get fucked even more.

Also at work, I was limited with what I could wear but the freedom of the clothes that I could wear made me feel a lot happier, and a happy girl is a productive girl. One of the clothing restrictions that the office had was that girls were expected to wear a bra. My solution to that was that I made myself some of those strings-only bras. The straps sometimes showed and the indentations around my sides gave everyone the impression that I was wearing a normal bra but my pokey nipples occasionally got a comment about it being cold in the office.

But outside work my clothes got briefer and briefer until I was borderline indecent exposure. I knew that I often had wardrobe malfunction, often without even knowing it, but when I did know it I always got a tingling in my clit and nipples, and my pussy got wet.

I started to think that I was a nudist and an exhibitionist.

After 6 months in my flat, and with summer approaching, I decided that it was time to start having some fun with boys and hopefully losing my virginity. As the sun started to come out so did I. It wasn’t just trips to the supermarket or shops selling fabrics, I started going out for leisure purposes.

Walks in the park, wandering around town with nowhere in mind to go, fast food places, the local leisure centre, even the odd pub. I was looking for places that I could have wardrobe malfunctions and interact with people my age. I even started going to one of those pay-as-you-go gyms.

Unsurprisingly, I quickly found that guys wanted to talk to the girl that ‘accidentally’ gave glimpses of her bald pussy and her little tits. I quickly confirmed what I thought, that guys were after just one thing but I had decided that I was going to be very selective about who I let get their hands on my body, and take my virginity. That lucky guy turned out to be a really cute guy that I met in a pub.

I’d got thirsty wandering around town one later Saturday afternoon and gone into this pub to get a drink. I bought myself a long, soft drink and was sitting on my own when this group of guys came in. As they walked passed the table that I was sat at one of the guys noticed that my skirt was so short that my uncrossed legs were bare almost to my waist and that he could see my bald pussy.

I’d stopped crossing my legs years ago, believing that men rarely cross their legs so why should girls?

Anyway, this guy stopped in his tracks, did a double take, then continued with his mates. I watched as they got some drinks then went to sit at a table on the opposite side of the room, except that this one guy didn’t sit with his mates, he came over to my table and said,

“Hi, I’m Darren what’s your name gorgeous?”

“Jade.”

“Mind if I sit here and talk to you whilst I look up your skirt to see more of that bald pussy of yours?”

“Wow,” I thought, “nothing like saying what you really mean.”

“Sure, it’s a free world and no one is sitting there.”

“So Jade,” Darren continued as he sat opposite me, his eyes looking up my skirt that wasn’t really covering anything below my hips and occasionally looking up to study my slightly see-through top, “where’s your boyfriend? There must be one somewhere.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, I just got thirsty and stopped in here for a drink.”

Darren then started on with the social chit chat and whilst he was talking I, at first, thought that he was your typical guy out trying to get a girl, but as we continued interacting I realised that my knees were slowly drifting apart giving Darren a better view of my, by then, very wet pussy.

I also realised that Darren was a nice guy as well as being quite handsome.

“So do you flash your pussy to lots of guys?” Darren asked.

“No,” I lied, “but I do have a lot of wardrobe malfunctions.”

“In a skirt as short as that and a semi see-through top that clings to your tits like that one does I’m not really surprised. You do know that your nipples are trying to drill their way out of your top don’t you Jade?”

“Girls don’t usually look down at their tits when they are talking to a guy.” I replied, but I could feel just how hard they were and they were tingling.

Then Darren got to the point,

“Do you want to go and find somewhere where we can fuck Jade?”

It was at that moment that I decided that Darren was going to be the guy to take my virginity.

“Okay then Darren, but it had better be somewhere private, I don’t want half the world to see us fucking.”

That was a lie, I’d often rubbed one out imagining me being fucked on a stage with hundreds of guys watching us.

We stood up and I pulled my skirt down so that I was just about decent, then I followed Darren out, ignoring his mates who making jokes about Darren’s good luck.

That somewhere private ended up being in the alleyway down the side of the pub and his mates followed us out and blocked the entrance to the alleyway as they watched Darren take my skirt and top off and put them on a stack of barrels before backing me onto a wall then lifting me up before lowering me down onto his hard cock.

I may have lost my hymen to a Sharpie years ago but I still hadn’t had anything as big as that cock inside me, and it hurt, just a little, but at the same time I was wondering why I’d waited so long to get a cock inside me.

Darren was good, lifting and lowering me over and over and things were made better when I turned my head and saw that Darren’s mates had moved closer and were watching us.

My first cock induced orgasm was one of the best that I had ever had and it was the feeling of him depositing his load deep inside me that took me over the edge.

When our highs faded Darren lowered me to the floor and I stood there, naked apart from my shoes, with his friends staring at me and grinning.

After a few seconds I said,

“Enjoying the view are you?”

All of them confirmed that they were but I retrieved my clothes and put them on, one of them said,

“Probably as much as you are enjoying showing yourself to us girly.”

They turned and went back into the pub and Darren asked if he could see me again.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend Darren but you can give me your number and maybe I’ll call you when I fancy a repeat performance.”

Darren accepted that and we swapped numbers before he went after his mates, and I started walking back to my flat feeling quite pleased with myself.

I had started going to the nearest leisure centre once my salary increased, mainly to get some exercise but also to do a bit of teasing. I’d made myself some gym clothes but I’d used fabric that didn’t leave much to the imagination. The older I’d got the more I hated even leggings and shorts so it was a gym skirt that I made. I could probably have found my old school gym skirt but I’d remembered that it was nearly down to my knees and weighed a ton, so I’d made myself a quite short, white, pleated skirt, a bit like a short tennis skirt, that sometimes gives me a wardrobe malfunction when I use certain machines and do some of the floor exercises.

I was very careful to not expose anything when the gym guy showed me around and how to use the machines, but after that I just acted like I was wearing a tight-ish jumpsuit and ignored nearly all the stares that I got.

I had long ago realised that I could get away with ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunctions if I pretended that I didn’t know they were happening.

Usually after a workout I go and have a swim. I’d made myself a few bikinis, all out of fabric that is very thin. All but one are thong bikinis, I am keeping the full back bikini for emergencies. Some are red, some are black, but most are either white or yellow. None of them are lined so they cling to every contour of the little skin that they cover, especially when they are wet. They are all string tied and I’ve experimented with different knots to find the ones that come undone easily. I really enjoy walking around wearing a barely there bikini that I feel is about to come untied and fall off.

On a couple of occasions I’ve got out of the pool in front of the lifeguard and discovered that either my top or bottoms had come off in the pool. When the lifeguard said something I’d pretended to be shocked and cover myself with my hands, faking tears. One of the lifeguards rushed to get me a towel to cover myself but the other was a real gentleman and he dived in and retrieved my bikini bottoms.

I stood between the wall and his back as I put them back on, but I made sure that some of the other swimmers saw my bare butt and pussy.

I’ve only done that twice as I don’t want to get banned from going there. Since then I’ve always worn one of my crotchless G-strings. My pubis is covered but my labia from the front of my slit back to where the string disappears between my butt cheeks is not covered. This isn’t noticed when I’m just standing with my legs closed but if I spread my legs even a little bit people can see my clit and all of my pussy – if they look.

I have always got away with my bikinis turning see-through when wet, and I’m sure that most people don’t even register what they can actually see my slit, areolae and nipples.

Amongst the ultra short skirts that I’ve made for myself are 5 that are made of very thin and lightweight fabric. They are wrap, skater style and are held up by little hooks and eyes. They float around in even the slightest breeze, even the gentle breeze that I make just my walking. I’ve yet to wear one of those skirts on a very windy day but when I do I’m sure that the skirt will be around my waist a lot of the time.

The thing is, on 3 of those skirts I have deliberately broken the fastening hooks and the only way that those skirts stay up is if I roll the waist band. When I’m in my wanting my freedom below my waist mood, I only very slightly roll the waist bands knowing that when I walk the waist band will slowly unroll on its own causing the skirt to come undone and drop to the floor.

I never know exactly when the waist band will unroll so it’s a game of chance as to when my lower half will get exposed.

Of course, I always loudly gasp or swear to draw attention to myself, and I curse when my skirt does drop, me pretending that it was a genuine wardrobe malfunction.

My hand usually moves to my mouth in pretend shock as I just stand there for a couple of seconds before bending down to pick up my skirt and put it back on. All the time looking around to see who has noticed my ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunction.

One time that I wore one of those skirts it was a but windy and when it came undone and dropped to the floor I only realised after about half a dozen steps when I saw a man staring at me and smiling. After my pretend shock I turned and walked back to my skirt and bent over to pick it up with my back to the man. He must have got a great view of my wet pussy.

Another time, in one of the local parks, it happened just as I was about to turn a corner of a building and a 2 police officers turned the corner just as my skirt hit the ground.

I was sure that I was going to get arrested as I shrieked in pretend shock and picked up the skirt to put it back on. The panic feeling was made worse by these 2 coppers walking right up to me, the male copper man saying,

“That’s public indecency young lady. I have to arrest you and take you down to the station.”

“But officer, it wasn’t deliberate, it was an accident, it shouldn’t have happened.”

As I said that I was still trying pretending to fasten the hooks to the eyes I looked down to the waistband and said,

“Sugar, the damned fastening has broken, look.”

With that I held the area of the inside of the waist band so that the coppers could see the broken hook.

The female copper also looked and when she saw what was left of the hook she said,

“Okay, it looks like a genuine accident young lady so we’ll let you off this time, but get that fastener replaced as soon as you get home.”

“Yes officer, thank you officer, this is so embarrassing.”

As we started walking in the opposite direction I was smiling to myself with that familiar feeling of strong tingling in my nipples and clit. I could also feel that the insides of the top of my thighs was quite wet.

As I walked home I decided that just as soon as I had the money I’d go on holiday somewhere hot and do that trick hundreds of times in front of lots of holiday makers, preferably guys.

My right hand went up my skirt and I rubbed one out just as soon as I got into my flat.

Two other skirts that I made for myself are also wrap skirts, but the ultra-light fabric only just overlaps. I sewed tails to the top corners so that I can tie the skirt in place. The thing is, I never tie those tails in a tight knot so there is a great danger of them coming undone and the skirt dropping to the floor. A couple of times when I’ve been in a pub on my own I’ve arranged a wardrobe malfunction and been left bottomless for a few seconds before I see someone staring at me with an open mouth.

The other thing about those skirts is that I can slide the tie to one side and as I walk the 2 ends of the wrap part, exposing my bald pubis, slit and clit to people walking towards me.

I love having wardrobe malfunctions like the above, and am really pleased that I can expose myself ‘accidentally’ and get away with it. Just think of the outcry and probable court appearance if a guy exposed himself.

It’s so good being a girl.

I started thinking more about a holiday. I decided that it had to be somewhere hot and somewhere where there were lots of tourists around my age. I started looking online, but as I was doing so I looked at my pale body and an idea hit me.

When I’d viewed my flat the guy had told me that the building has a flat roof and that some of the people in the building go up there to relax and smoke. My idea was that, now that the weather was improving, I could go up there and sunbathe, get the start of a good tan.

Two days later, as I walking home from work feeling a little hot and tired, and I decided to go and check-out the building’s roof. In my flat I changed into just a simple summer dress and flat shoes, and went exploring.

Finding the way onto the roof was easy and as I walked out onto the roof I saw that the building was surrounded by tall buildings. Some looked to be office blocks and others looked to be blocks of flats. My first reaction to seeing those was disappointment, but that quickly changed as I thought,

“Sod it, I’m going to sunbathe up here naked and it’s tough if anyone sees me and is offended. It’s their problem not mine.”

Looking around I saw that other people obviously went up there. There was a few plants in pots, a couple of camping chairs and a little table, and couple of those plastic sun loungers.

“I’ll borrow one of those loungers. I’m sure that the owners won’t mind.” I thought as I walked over to them.

Soon, I was naked, laying on my sundress on one of the loungers.

I relaxed as the still warm sun made my body feel good and I thought that it was a marvellous way to relax after a hard day at work.

The next thing that I knew was that I was hearing a couple of voices quietly talking. As I slowly woke up I realised 2 things, firstly, my right hand was toying with my clit between my spread legs, and secondly, the voices were real.

My eyes opened, I turned my head and saw a couple sat on the 2 chairs. My legs closed and my hand moved up my body.

“Oh my gawd,” I said, “I’m so embarrassed, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to...”

“It’s okay honey,” the girl said, “relax, we’re not upset. You just lay there and enjoy the sun.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to see such an uninhibited pretty girl up here,” the guy said.

The girl thumped the guy and said,

“Stop perving on the poor girl Harry, she’s not doing anything wrong.”

Then she turned to me and continued,

“I’m Lucy and this is my boyfriend Harry, we live in 2C and come up here to relax when it’s warm.”

“Jade, 2A, I’m really sorry about this.”

“Relax Jade, those aren’t our loungers and I can see no reason why you can’t sunbathe up here, clothed or naked, you’re not the first person sunbathing on those loungers. No one minds seeing a beautiful girl naked, not even one who plays with herself in her sleep. This perv loves watching me bring myself off don’t you Harry?”

“Sure do, what sane man doesn’t like watching naked girls? You took over Charlie’s flat when he moved out of the country then Jade? That was 6 months ago, have you lived in 2A for 6 months and we haven’t see you before?”

“I guess that I must have, but I tend to keep myself to myself.”

“No boyfriend then Jade?” Lucy asked.

“No, I want to have lots of fun before I get myself one of those.”

“I know what you mean Jade,” Lucy said, “this one can be a bit demanding, he makes me walk around our flat dressed like you are right now Jade.”

“I do not make you Lucy, you strip off as soon as you get through the door whether I am there or not.”

“Okay Harry, you don’t ‘make’ me, but you do prefer me to be naked all the time don’t you?”

“Of course I do, what sane man wouldn’t? Besides, you like showing off to the guys in the offices opposite don’t you?”

“I do not.”

“Right, you keep believing that Lucy. Do you wander around your flat without any clothes on Jade? I mean, look at you, you’ve got the body for it and obviously like being naked.”

“You can’t ask the poor girl that Harry, we hardly know her.”

“It’s okay Lucy, I don’t mind, Yes Harry I do walk around my flat totally naked, I like men seeing me naked, not that I’ve seen any looking at me through the windows. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing Jade, absolutely nothing,” Lucy said, “It gives us girls a nice, warn, wanted feeling when a guy sees us naked doesn’t it Jade?”

“It certainly does.” I replied.

“So are you feeling all horny right now Jade?” Harry asked.

“HARRY, stop it.”

“You must be Jade, how long were you playing with yourself before we arrived up here?”

“HARRY!”

“It’s okay Lucy, he’s right, I am, and to answer your question Harry, I have no idea, I didn’t intend to go to sleep.”

“Well we watched you for a good 10 minutes.” Harry said.

“Oh my gawd, I’m so sorry, I should go.”

“Relax Jade,” Lucy replied. “As I said, we don’t mind, but aren’t you a little bothered that people in those offices might see you?”

“No, actually, I hope that they do, I like teasing men.”

“Well this one obviously likes looking at you, look at that bulge.”

“I had noticed, I like guys getting all hard because they’re looking at my girly bits.”