Crossdressing Stories From Boy to Girl57

So there I was, alone, with this boy in his car. He got in and asked if I would like to go this lake he knew just out of town. We could walk around it.
“That would be lovely,” I heard myself say in a whisper. And so we were off. I looked him up and down with a smile. He was quite handsome really. Taller than me and with quite a rugged look. But I was boy and I would never fall for another boy would I…
When we got there he again jumped out and ran around the car to open the door and helped me out. Once again he held my hand, but this time it was a different kind of holding hand. This time he was not just leading me to his car, he was holding me in a totally different kind of way.