morelikeagirl
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this is the story my ex-girlfriend wrote about how she got taken away from me by a bad boy.
"Just a girl" part 1
My name is Barbie. Well, my given name is JoAnnie, but I usually I answer to Barbie now, because that’s what my new boyfriend likes to call me, so yeah! Barbie it is. Anyway, I am an 18-year-old girl from Miami. I’m Latina—Dominican, Venezuelan and Colombian-and I stand 5’2” and weigh about 124 pounds. I have curly, dark brown (well, now it’s blonde) hair to a little past my shoulders, very big, innocent-looking brown eyes, pouty, pink lips, large, round breasts, freckles, high cheekbones, an applebottom butt and long, lean-but-not-skinny legs. My measurements are 38c-24-24, so I'm pretty curvy!
I guess I am what you would call a girlie-girl—I love clothes, shopping, dancing, and, of course, boys! Also I’m a cheerleader, and I take ballet too. My friends tell me I flirt naturally without even trying to, but I’m really pretty shy, especially around cute guys. I also haven’t had much experience with guys or sex or whatever-until recently! You see, I was always drawn to boys who are sensitive and don’t act all macho—when I first started dating I was, anyway. Then I started to get bored though, and I didn’t know exactly why. My girlfriends told me that they were sure that deep down that I was “submissive”—something I had never heard of before—and that I wanted, or needed, to have a guy tell me what to do. They said that the boys I was dating weren’t really masculine enough and that I would never feel the way I’m supposed to as a girl if I am with guys like that. I told them I thought it was crazy, that I would never want a guy ordering me around or whatever, and they would just laugh and giggle and name all these little things they noticed about my mannerisms that “proved it” (stuff like looking up at boys and batting my eyelashes, giggling a lot, letting the guy control the conversation, putting my hands behind my back when I talk to a guy, shifting back and forth, biting down on my bottom lip, etc…). I would never have thought twice about any of those—I didn’t even realize I was doing most of it!
But the more I thought about what my friends said, the more intrigued I became, thinking that maybe they might be onto something. But I was loyal to my boyfriend, Frank, even though I wasn’t really as into him as I used to be when we met. Frank is kind of short, overweight, not really that cute, and not what you would call an aggressive guy at all. I didn’t mind at first, ‘cause like I said I didn’t used to mind being with a sensitive guy. But Frank is just so…I don’t know, he’s just kind of a sissy-boy, lol! I know that’s so mean but it’s the truth. He’s not confident and he never takes the lead and decides where we go, what we do (when we kiss lol etc). Frank is a nice guy but he’s kind of awkward and he could never get girls before me. They would always diss him but I gave him a chance ‘cause I was always nice, but now I know why so many girls rejected him. And anyway he’s also white, and I had been noticing lately that something else my girlfriends always said, that black and Hispanic guys are more manly than white boys, was sort of true too, and I had been getting lots of crushes on guys like this, especially black boys, and double if they were athletic, bad-boy types, the taller and more confident the better!
The other weird thing was that I started to realize, from some things he said and stuff, that maybe Frank even wanted to not be a guy, like he didn’t know how to, like taking charge and having a swagger with girls was impossible for him and that maybe he actually felt more like a girl deep down! At first even my friends thought I was crazy, but then one day we were all hanging out and just talking about random stuff and Frank asked us, “What’s it like being a girl?” and everyone got kinda quiet at first and then started laughing so much! I played it off like it was no big deal but secretly I wanted to giggle at him like my friends were. So weird! So anyway my friends were starting to encourage me a lot to go out with other guys, to break up with Frank or cheat on him. I didn’t feel right about it but they were so persistent and didn’t stop trying to hook me up with all these hot guys. I was a good girl though, and stayed with Frank, even though we weren’t really romantic anymore and I was getting less attracted to him every day.
Then one day this summer, all that changed when something totally wild happened. I’m getting embarrassed just thinking and writing about it! One Saturday, me and Frank went to the beach with my friends Karina, Tiffany and Kathy and a few guys they knew. I had just gotten a new bikini that Frank bought me, and I was going to wear it out for the first time. But I was so shy-the suit was really small, white with hot pink polka dots, with little metal clasps to hold the top and bottom parts on my chest and hips. So I wore a filmy little pink babydoll dress over it as a cover-up. I also was wearing a pair of white high heels at the insistence of Tiffany, who always joked that I was so girlie that I would probably be the type of girl to wear heels on the beach. She kept daring me so I finally agreed to wear my highest pair, about 5 inches with a clear heel. I guess I always dressed really feminine, but that day I felt sexier than usual, and definitely bashful about it. Other than that all I had on me was my makeup-wet, shiny pink lipgloss, eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner, and pink nail polish on my fingers and toes.
So we’re hanging out on the beach, when all of a sudden, we were being approached by a guy. Well, I was being approached! He introduced himself as Jonathan, shaking my hand confidently and asking my name; when I told him it was JoAnnie, he replied that I should have been named "Barbie" because I looked like a pretty little babydoll. I blushed SO pink when he said that...and he was SO cute! Very tall, well-built, self-assured, etc. Jon was 22 and in college, black and Dominican, about 6’ 2”and weighed about 200 pounds, with a physique that fell somewhere between that of a basketball forward and a football quarterback. He walked up to me, right past my boyfriend, without even acknowledging him.
Anyway, Jonathan continued to chat me up as if Frank wasn't even there, really treating him like he might as well have been a girl, one of my girlfriends. I wondered how Frank was feeling…but I didn’t really care that much at that moment, I was so caught up in Jon. He told me how cute he thought I was (I wanted to tell him the same thing!), that he liked how I had such big, innocent eyes, and then he asked me why I was wearing a dress on the beach. I shyly explained to him about the new bikini Frank had got me and how tiny it was and all, and Jon just dismissed it and said that I was way overdressed for the beach, which was funny because I felt almost nude! He then asked—well, more like told-me to take off my dress, that he wanted to see the swimsuit. I was waiting for Frank to man up and “protect” me, his girl, from this stranger hitting on me, but he just stood there like a wimp, with a scared look in his eyes. I immediately got very nervous and stammered "I don't think I could, you know, and plus I'm with my boyfriend, so, um-"
Jon interrupted me a little rudely and told me—this time it wasn’t a question--“Take off your dress, Barbie. Give it to me.”
I looked at him, at Frank, at my friends, whose mouths were hanging open in disbelief, and back at Jon again. FINALLY, Frank grew some balls and walked up to Jon, trying to be tough and saying “Hey, dude, I don’t know what your problem is but she’s my girl and her name is JoAnnie and-”
Jon cut him off by smacking him in the side of his face and head, telling him to “shut the fuck up, white boy! No one was talkin’ to you.” Frank didn’t say a word!
I got so turned on when Jon did that! Seeing another boy, a real man, treat my boyfriend that way, made me think about all kinds of things, especially that if he could take control of a guy like that, imagine how helpless a girl like me would be if we were alone! It made me a little dizzy.
“Now…where were we?” Jon resumed.
Tiffany, always the brat, chimed in, “I think "Barbie" was about to show you her bikini, Jon! It’s really cute, too.”
I was so embarrassed but I stayed quiet.
I felt really embarrassed, and kind of mad at Tiffany, and I pouted, "My name is not 'Barbie'."
"Okay, Barbie, whatever!" Jon teased me, and then got more stern: “Let's go, Barbie, let’s have that little dress. Hand it over, I’ll hold it for you.”
At that moment it was like I was under a spell. I truly felt like I had to do as I was told, so I lifted my dress up over my head and handed it to Jonathan. He folded the sheer garment into a small square and put it in the pocket of his board shorts, which somehow made me feel more shy. Then he took my hand in his and told me to “spin around, do a little twirl for me, I wanna see that bikini.” He spun me around in a circle and said “that’s it, like a little ballerina.”
Kathy giggled and offered, “Barbie is a ballerina, Jon, how did you know?” I was totally embarrassed, but in that way that a girl likes to be embarrassed by a cute boy, if that makes any sense.
"Whoa. You look like an absolute doll, Barbie, literally. Like a little Latina Barbie-doll.”
I protested, "Jonathan, please don't call me Barbie, I'm not a Barbie or a little girl."
I was trying desperately to maintain some measure of control now, but my words came out sounding like whining-I may as well have stamped my foot when I said it.
"OK, got it, Barbie!" he replied, teasingly emphasizing the fact that he intended to continue to do and say exactly as he pleased, especially if it made me feel submissive.
Then he told me put my hands behind my back and leave them there. I didn’t want to-or, at least, I felt like I shouldn’t-but I did it anyway, without a word. I knew then that my tits must have been pushing out toward Jonathan while my shoulders and ass were pushed back, in an almost-frightened retreat which made me feel like a little bunny afraid of a fox. I knew also that I must have looked so submissive to him, the way he was standing over me, like he could just do anything he wanted with me and I would have to obey.
Jonathan then said, “I think we should go on a date, Barbie. In fact, I think our first date should be…right now. Say goodbye to your ex-boyfriend, Barbie.”
I felt myself blush, again, and got butterflies in my tummy, as I said “no I can’t, I mean he’s my and I, you know, um…” and then realized that what he’d said made me really turned on, though I still didn’t really understand why.
Again, he said, more commandingly, “Say goodbye to your ex-boyfriend, Barbie.”
My friends were giggling so much, waiting to see what I would do as Frank stood there like a total pussy.
Like a pouty little girl, I said, “can I at least have my dress back?”
“No”, Jon said firmly, almost tauntingly. “You don’t need it. You look perfect the way you are, and that’s how I wanna see you. The only way you will ever see that dress again is if you come with me, right now.”
“B-b-but-where are we going, where are you gonna take me, that I don’t need-I mean, I need my dress, I can’t just walk around in a bikini and heels, I-”
“Trust me, muñecita”, Jon replied, calling me “little babydoll” in Spanish, you won’t need a dress where we’re going. So…
“Say goodbye to your ex-boyfriend, Barbie.”
When he said that, and called Frank my “ex”, I knew that Jonathan was in charge of me, that he had taken control totally, and that I had no choice but to say what I was told. At that moment, I felt like Frank might as well have been a girl.
I looked back over my shoulder, waved in that girlie way, opening and closing my little hand, just one of a million ways that boys and girls are different…and, then, in a bratty, teasing, airheaded kind of sing-misterg tone that I didn’t even know I had in me, I said, "bye-bye, Frank, gotta go now!" as matter-of-factly as if I were going out to pick up some groceries. I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes as I spoke. I didn't know where Jon was taking me or what was going to happen, but I did know that I could never be faithful to Frank again.
(next chapter: adventures at the mall)
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