Genes

by: Gingerfred Man

 

Chapter One – Envy

As far back as I could remember, I envied my sister and my mother. My name is Chris Kingston. My sister’s name is Leila. My sister was always the prettiest, smartest, sexiest girl in our town. She led the boys around by the nose and got anything she wanted from our Mom. But those weren’t the things I really envied about her. I envied her titties and her pussy. I wanted some just like them. But all I had were a cock and balls.

When this story begins, Leila was a senior at our Florida town’s public high school and I was a sophomore at a private, all-boy’s high school nearby.

Our Mom, Brenda Kingston, was a big-time lawyer who made lots of money and worried a lot of lawyers on the other side of her cases. Mom was also the sexiest, prettiest 40-year-old woman in the history of the world. She attracted an endless string of gorgeous men half her age, with nine-inch-plus cocks and sculpted bodies. Mom had scared off Dad years ago.

She was an OK Mom, but she didn’t have much time for us, so we were on our own a lot. Especially after school.

What that usually meant for me was that I would come home to find Leila "entertaining" one of her many boyfriends in her bedroom, which was right next to mine. Leila and her boyfriends treated me like I wasn’t even there.

Members of the male tribe were no match for Leila.

Leila was the only girl in school who had the sense to dress hot. I don’t mean cheap hot. Classy hot. She wore good quality clothes, but her skirts were just long enough to cover her ass and pussy. She always wore stockings with sexy, frilly garter belts and a collection of incredibly delicious panties. I never saw her go to school in heels shorter than four-inches and her shoe selections were thrillers. Strappy sandals, pumps, mules, they all looked good on Leila’s dainty, silken feet. And to make matters worse, her breasts were enormous – 40 D if they were an inch. Her ass drove men to madness from excessive wanking. And her face! Leila was an exceptional beauty. Long brown hair, with full body and lustrous shine. Bedroom eyes with impossibly long lashes. Full, red lips. And the topper that made men insane – a beauty that suggested little-girl innocence. Even virginity.

Believe me, though, Leila was far from a virgin.

I got home from school around 3:30 every day and Leila would already be in her room making some guy the happiest man on earth. She was a screamer and would thrash about on her bed yelling for the lucky lad to "Fuck me! Deeeper!!!. Aaaaaaah" and sincere encouragement of that sort.

Please don’t think I hung around and listened to that carnal cacophony because I wanted to fuck my sister. No, no, no. I listened because I wanted to BE my sister.

I wanted to wake up every day and tickle my clitoris until I came three or four times, as Leila did every morning with me listening to her squeals. I wanted to bathe in fragrant oils and pat my luscious body dry. Then shave my four-star legs and armpits, blow dry and style my elegant hair and paint my nails, both toe and finger. I wanted to put on makeup that made me even more alluring, then snap on my garter belt and slowly draw my satiny stockings up my silky legs. If I wanted, I could play with my clitoris again, just for another little pick-me-up. Then I would hook my stockings to my garters and slide my satin panties over my hairy bush and delicious asshole. Then I would put my bra over my swelling titties, giving them a good feel as I did, and put my challenged, tight blouse over my two soft, luscious, milk factories. Lastly, I would put my tiny miniskirt over my head and ease it to my waist, barely covering what the law said I must conceal.

I would look in the mirror, proclaim myself the fairest of them all and go out to enjoy another day of male adoration.

Leila had an incredible sex drive. She would bring herself off several times in the morning and who knows how many times in ladies rooms during the day. She would fuck one of her many admirers in the afternoon and then tell Mom she and another, recharged studboy needed to stud-y in her room that night.

Mom knew they were fucking. The boys’ moaning and grunting alone told her that. And remember, Leila was a screamer.

Surprisingly, Leila was always pretty nice to me. She felt sorry for me, I guess, because I wasn’t getting any.

She would talk to me about it sometimes, offering to fix me up with this girl and that girl. She even guaranteed me that I would get laid. I always acted shy. But the idea of having sex with any of those girls did not appeal to me. Or with any girl.

I’m not gay. Heard that from anyone before? But I really would have been happy to put on Leila’s old clothes and take on her boyfriends after they left her room, having been fucked half to death. I dreamed that they would leave her and come to me. They regained miracle erections and fucked my pussy, which I grew miraculously, until I had miracle cums.

In reality, I would lie on my bed, listen to Leila and her beaux, and whip my weenie until I spurted hot boy’s cream all over my naked, 15-year-old tummy. I had even purchased a large [blush] penis-like device that I would lube up and piston in my butt as I listened to the music of love in the next room.

Leila never wanted to torment me, but I tormented myself. After I came several times and then cleaned up and dressed, I would leave my room to observe the farewell. Mom would get home at 7, so Leila got the boys out of there by 6, so she could make dinner. She wasn’t hiding her sex activities from Mom. In fact, they would giggle about it when they didn’t think I could hear them. But dinner was dinner and Mom wanted it when she got home.

When Leila and her stud du jour came out of the coital chamber, Leila would invariably be wearing some cum-stained lingerie, with at least one titty hanging out of her defeated bra. The exhausted boy would be wide-eyed with love, kissing Leila and thanking her profusely for her carnal contributions. Cum would be oozing from Leila’s pussy and often her ass. If she liked the boy a lot, her face may have also have been covered with cum. She would get dinner in the oven, then clean herself up, spray the smell away and launder her sheets.

And don’t think the monthly visitor slowed Leila down. She found plenty of boys ready to ignore that messy little obstacle.

In the afternoons and evenings, I had to do my homework because I wasn’t fucking all my teachers, male and female, like Leila was. The women were more turned on by Leila than the men. Straight women, who had never strayed and had never indulged in Sapphic love were ravenous of Leila. Her sensuality was that strong.

Contrast that with me at that time. Almost 16 and never been kissed. I used to dream that I had been born Leila’s sister. We had the same genes. We got them from Mom, who was an incredible, sexy beauty too. I looked remarkably like Leila. Why did I have that damned Y chromosome? And why didn’t I like girls? Why did I want to be a girl?

Mom sort of treated me like the family oddball. I was an unwilling virgin and she had movie-star looks, including huge, perfect knockers, and a raging attractiveness to men. They would call for her and bring her things. Three or four nights a week, she would entertain overnight male guests, so I got to listen to stereo fucking. Something had to change.

My 16^th birthday passed and Leila went off to college as I began my junior year. That left me with empty afternoons. I had friends, but they had all gotten after-school jobs. I was too depressed to do even that. I went to Countryville, a prestigious, all-boys private school and was studying hard to get into a good college. Mom encouraged me, even pushing me gently toward the law. I could tell she was worried about me, but didn’t know what to do.

Imagine my torment, being in a school with all those hunky boys and no way to connect with them sexually.

To make matters worse, when Leila went off to college, Mom had a pool put into our backyard. On weekends, Mom and her hunks would frolic nude back there. For once, I could actually see people fuck, not just hear them. The first time I saw things unfold was when Mom had her favorite stud, Gary, over one Saturday. He was wearing a very skimpy suit, but when Mom joined him by the pool wearing only a randy expression, Gary shimmied the suit down his 25-year-old legs. His love pole was an erect ten inches and it was throbbing with arousal. Mom scooted up to him and they kissed for a good ten minutes. I stroked my poor red boner, wishing Gary were kissing me like that. Then Mom sat on Gary’s lap and fed him her huge titties for a long time. Gary ate greedily. I could see the juices flowing from Mom’s pussy when she got on her back on the lounge chair, spread her luscious legs and took Gary’s body on top of hers and his horse cock in her tight, wet pussy. I watched every stroke, every change of expression and every technique. I heard every moan, grunt, squeal, whimper and scream, one of which was mine as I came a big glob into my own hand.

I had to do something.

 

Chapter Two – Doing Something

That Monday, alone in the house after school. I took the first step in my campaign to put my genes to work. Leila had taken only 60 pairs of shoes to school, so she had about 50 pairs still in her closet. She had also left behind her B-grade lingerie, skirts, tops and stockings. They would have been anyone else’s A-grade stuff.

I was not out to sniff my sister’s panties. She was a girl, remember? But I sure wanted to try them on.

First, I shaved my legs. I knew it meant that I couldn’t wear shorts for weeks, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel those black nylon stockings on my smooth legs. As I rolled them on, my extreme woodie assured me that the shaving had been worth it. I put on one of Leila’s cute, frilly garter belts and hooked the stockings to it. Then I found a sexy pair of Leila’s shoes. My feet were small for a man and so was my body. The four-inch heels took me from 5’9" to 6’1". And almost made me an orthopedic case. I didn’t want to look in the mirror until I could stand in those heels. It took about an hour. Then I wobbled to the mirror and looked. Yeow! My chest was bare and my face had no make-up, but I still looked very hot! My cock was wild and my balls were aching. I turned around and saw my ass framed by stockings, heels and garters and I lost my hot load, just from seeing my own ass. It was a knee-buckler – an orgasm so intense that I actually collapsed, throwing spurts of cum around as I fell down. The shoes probably contributed to the fall, but I was still overwhelmed by the feelings.

I knew then that I had what it took to be a convincing girl. Heck, a stunning girl, whom men would pursue, and even catch. I wanted to be caught. And fucked. And loved.

I struggled to my feet and dared another look at my ass. Look at that beauty! Soft and warm. Fleshy, but not fat. I spread my cheeks to look at my asshole. It was pink and pretty, promising only the intense pleasures it could deliver. My poor Woodrow was at its full height again. I held my asscheeks apart with my left hand, locking visual mirror contact with my pucker as I stroked my "clitty" with my right. Men would want me. I knew that. My balls did too. They issued another thrilling stream – four actually. This time, I barely made it, but stayed standing.

In days and weeks to come, I practiced all the skills I needed to look like a Kingston girl. I got helpful tips from the Internet and Leila had enough supplies for another Millennium or so. In the three free hours I had each afternoon, I would usually bring myself to orgasm five or six times. My make-up technique had improved so much by March that I could have won a Miss Florida contest, if they didn’t mind the absence of titties. One day in March, I was wearing a silky white teddy, white thigh-highs, and white heels. My beautiful face looked back at me from the mirror and I had the music up loud listening to the latest Britney anthem. I was prancing and mincing as I sang along. The teddy was one of my favorites because I liked to stroke my hands on the teddy’s crotch, rubbing the silk on my aroused cock and pretty balls. I had already cum twice doing that and the inside of the teddy was soaked with my cream. I was thinking about the third round, when I looked up and saw Dan Brennan, in my bedroom and staring at me in wonder.

Dan and I had been lukewarm friends since about the sixth grade. I think I was too reclusive and weird for him, but he still tried to be a friend to me. I should have appreciated him more, I guess.

At the moment my secret life was exposed, I made things worse by looking at Dan and giving out a very girlie scream. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? DON’T YOU KNOCK?" I shrieked.

Then I tried to cover myself until Dan said, "Wait, don’t. I’m sorry. I rang the bell and knocked. I guess the music was so loud, you didn’t hear me. I was going to ask if you wanted to shoot some hoops. I thought you could use the fresh air."

My chest was heaving with humiliation and fear.

Dan saw that and immediately said, "Please don’t be afraid. I would never tell anyone about this. And anyway, I think you’re beautiful."

And then he kissed me.

My humiliation and fear did a U-turn into exhilaration.

I was being kissed by a very nice, good looking boy who knew who and what I was and still wanted me. My clitty, which had retreated when I was scared, was making a large counterattack. Dan was an excellent kisser. His tongue was delicious. My body was on fire. He reached under my teddy and felt my asscheeks with his manly paws. I shivered and melted. Then, still kissing me passionately, he unbuttoned the four snaps at the crotch of the teddy and reached for my cum-soaked clitty. I mumbled an insincere "no" because I was embarrassed by all the cum I had made in my silky lingerie, but Dan used it to rub and tease my balls, then my shaft, then my foreskin, then my sore, red clitty head until I shuddered, squealed and came in his manly fingers. I had just had the best ten minutes of my life and it was only the beginning. Dan sat down, pulling me on his lap. He pulled my teddy top down to expose my very erect nipples, then licked and sucked and kissed them until I came yet again. It was more intense than the day I first fell off my heels.

I gathered my strength and got to my knees, pulling his pants down his hips and ripping his boxers to get at his cock. I was enflamed with lust. And so was Dan. His big boy stood seven inches proud and his balls were filled and ready. I wanted every drop down my throat, so I set to work. First I rubbed his cock and balls as I did a thorough inspection of his assets. Then I kissed them with my wet, glossy lips, giving him lots of eye contact and appreciative sound effects. He liked that a lot and was leaking profusely when I gave his balls an enthusiastic licking. Mmmmmm. They tasted heavenly! Then I licked up all around his shaft and stopped just short of his prickhead. Feeling coquettish, I asked, "Would you like me to make you cum in my mouth?"

He smiled and groaned. I took that as an affirmative. Massaging his balls with my right hand and holding his shaft in my left, I licked off all that sticky ball goo from his soaked cockhead. He quivered. It tasted dirty, like sex should be. Then I tickled the lips of his peehole with the tip of my tongue. He shuddered. Then I bobbed my head up and down on his big bone, grunting and purring in admiration. I looked in his eyes, took my mouth off his cock and gave it one last, slow, agonizing lick. He winced in sweet agony and hit my face with a gale-force load of hot protein. I could feel the lava sting my face and I moved to capture it with my mouth. Yummy! My first taste of cum. There would be many more. I tilted my head and pouted my lips for a big, cummy kiss. Dan dove in.

After more hot kissing, I looked at the clock. Dan had better get going or Mom would be getting a big surprise.

"Please, can I see you again?" Dan begged.

"Tomorrow," I gasped.

 

Chapter Three – Dan and Me

I was a complete wreck for the next 21 hours. All I could think of was Dan. Thank goodness I didn’t see him in school. I probably would have sucked his cock, right there in the main hallway. That would have made the daily announcements.

After school, I rushed home, stripped, did my face and slipped on my black stockings, black garter belt, black nightie and fuck-me pumps just as Dan rang the bell. Panties were going to be off too soon to bother with.

I opened the door. Dan looked, smiled as if he were getting the world for Christmas, and consumed me with his arms.

I didn’t know what my big, handsome lover was going to do, but I was game for anything. We ran to my room and Dan stripped naked. He asked me to lie on the bed on my tummy. He lay on top of me and kissed every inch of me, ending with my ass. I was quivering with arousal. He licked my asshole! I convulsed and showed my appreciation by cumming so hard I think I passed out. When I awoke, he was still licking. When he considered that part of lovemaking done, he put me on my left side, spooned up behind me and reached for my cum-soaked clitty. He stroked it lovingly as he kissed my neck. Then I felt his battering ram poking at my tiny, secret spot. He was going to fuck me!

All right!

Dan was going to be the first beneficiary of the third Kingston ass, a bottom worthy of the title, if I do say so. It was all plump and appetizing for this boy who had more than earned it with his ardent adoration moments before. I tried to relax my sphincter, but wasn’t sure it was working. Kingston charm always did, though. I turned my angelic, virginal face to Dan and said in my best little-girl voice, "Please be gentle, Dan. I’m a virgin."

Dan’s heart melted. Fortunately, his erection did not. He popped the head past the circle of lust. It was heavenly! I was being fucked and I loved it. I had had synthetic devices in my little pucker many times, but Dan’s pretty cock was warm and alive. And it was attached to Dan. He pushed again. "Aaaaahhhh’" I said, and sucked in my breath. It was big and hot and hard and I didn’t control its movements. One more push and I felt Dan’s balls slap against my cheeks. All in. So good. Dan skinned my clitty and tickled the head as he sweated and grunted in man’s greatest quest – the deposit of the load inside the loving girlfriend. Dan achieved that goal seconds after he brought me to a 50-megaton explosion. The hot, hard cock in the ass does tend to intensify one’s own cumming.

We cooed and glowed with love and pleasure. Dan actually spoke of love, though obliquely.

Of course, after that, we got married and lived happily ever after.

NOT!!!

What kind of story would that be? There was a lot still to happen before any happy endings, although I did get two more of them in my sexy ass that day.

My pooper was oozing cum when Dan left and I spent a half hour on the pot after. It gave me a chance to ponder what had happened, as girls do.

I was so happy. I had sex and I had acceptance as a sexy girl.

Dan Brennan and I made hot, intense love almost every day after school. We were in a torrid love affair.

Of course, I was still living most of my life as a boy. One day in school, I had a college counselor’s appointment during class time. On the way back to class, I saw Dan, who had been to the nurse for a test. We had seen each other in school many times before, but there were always lots of guys around. We even had different lunch periods. That day, when we met by chance, we had 20 minutes until the halls would be filled. Dan motioned toward a boys room. I hesitated. I was dressed as a boy, for goodness sake. It didn’t deter Dan one bit.

We threw our books on a sink and Dan kissed me hungrily, plunging his tongue down my throat. He loved ME, not just my femmy persona! I kissed back, hard. I was hot AND bothered. We had 18 minutes. Dan pulled my shirt up and kissed my nipples. I squealed with delight. He pulled my pants and pink panties down and off with one smooth motion. We had sixteen minutes. He wet two fingers with soap from the dispenser and lubed my ass with them as he kissed me with lots of tongue. Fourteen minutes. He lifted me up until I was sitting on the sink and sucked my cock hot and heavy until I screamed and came all over his face. Eleven minutes. Dan brought his stiff rammer to my little pussy and pushed. Ohhhhhhhhh! It was incredible. The risk. The dirtiness. The passion. He pounded my ass, slapping me with his balls on every thrust. I licked his tonsils and grunted out my love. Six minutes. I came again, bathing both our stomachs with hot goo. Four minutes. "Please cum, Dan. Please cum. We’ll be caught." It was so exciting. I started tickling his balls, telling him I loved him, begging him to give me his cream, telling him I wanted his baby. Then he came. Shaking. Flames from his nostrils. Two minutes. Kissing and afterglow. One minute. He pulled out of me. Giggling, we repanted ourselves, cleaned visible cum stains, kissed with promises to meet that afternoon and left the bathroom in triumph.

After that, we tried to make love mostly whenever I was en femme, but it was no longer a rule. On weekends, I would wear Leila’s lingerie under my boy clothes. We would drive somewhere, and love each other on a blanket all afternoon – kissing, talking and exchanging bodily fluids..

It was idyllic. Too good to be true, so of course it wasn’t meant to last long.

 

Chapter Four – A New Direction

Dan and I enjoyed a love-filled summer before our senior year. Leila was home from college, but she had an internship with a marketing firm, so she was gone all day. Gee, I wonder why they hired her? Now that I knew I had a measure of her power over men, she didn’t awe me any more. We shared genes.

Dan and I got the 3 to 11 shift at an ice cream parlor, so we were alone during the days to make love. I loved Dan’s cock and I loved Dan. I loved him fucking me on my back, trapping me, enveloping me, loving me. I loved being fucked doggie style, spoon style and grab-your-stockinged-ankles style.

One afternoon around 1:30 p.m., a week before we were going back to school, Dan had me on my back squealing his name. I had complete femmy regalia on – full make-up, white training bra, white garter belt, seamed tan stockings and the piece de resistance, clear plastic platform stilettos. Leila had varied tastes. My face was covered with the cum from an earlier emission. Dan had just stroked me to a ball-buster cum as he fucked me lovingly and I could tell that his own cum was imminent. I gazed into his loving eyes as he strained and gasped. I was looking forward to watching his obvious pleasure that I was about to give him when I heard, "My, my. The things one learns when one comes home early."

Oh, the horror! It couldn’t be. My mother hadn’t come home early in five years. Her building had lost power, so there she was. Observing her son and his male friend. Rutting like animals. And her son was in full female sexpot gear.

I screamed. Mom smiled. Dan kept fucking me. I tried to push him away, but he was too close to his orgasm. An imminent earthquake would not have stopped him. Mom and I watched Dan fuck me for an eternity – forty-seven seconds – groan loudly twice, wince, then smile. Then and only then was it time to face the music.

I said, "Mom, it’s not what you think."

Mom said, "Of course it isn’t, Dear. You two are rehearsing for a play at school. Or you lost a bet to Dan. Or someone dared you to do it. You’re not blackmailing Chris, are you, Dan?"

Sheepishly, "No, Ma’am."

"Or perhaps," Mom continued, "Chris just likes dressing like a girl and getting on his back for boys to fuck him. Could that be it, Chris?"

"Mom, I…"

"I must say, Chris, your legs are certainly worthy of us Kingstons and your ass is a delight. But you already knew that, didn’t you, Dan? You also share the Kingston beauty. I’m sure you’ll have many eager boyfriends who just love sissies. Now Dan, I think it’s time to go home, don’t you?"

"Yes, Ma’am."

"Of course, I’ll be giving your mother a call to describe in detail the delightful scene I just witnessed. I especially like the cum on Chris’ face. You two have been very frisky."

Terror crossed both of our faces. Boldly, Dan kissed me and told me he loved me, despite Mom’s ugly glare."

Dan left. My heart broke. I began to cry.

"There, there, Chris," Mom said. "If he loves you he’ll be back. Now we have to map out your future. I’ll just get Goodwill in here to haul away your boy clothes and then we’ll have to get you your own frilly, lacy, girlie things. We can’t have you ruining all of Leila’s things with that messy boy’s cream of yours."

Mom wanted me to dress full time? But I couldn’t.

"Of course it will be humiliating for a while. People will be startled and may react badly. But don’t worry, we’ll make you into a proper Kingston woman. Now, I’ll just call that ice cream parlor of yours and tell them that you won’t be in again. We have much to do."

I dreaded what that would be.

 

Chapter Five – Humiliation

Mom began the humiliation right away. She had me clean myself up and get into Leila’s street clothes – miniskirt, brief top, black stockings, very high heels, full make-up. My hair was cut in a boy’s style, but Mom augmented it with a large, pink ribbon. It made me look part sexy, part ridiculous. Just what Mom wanted.

"Come along, Chris. We have so much to do."

The first stop was the nail salon. "Your nails are atrocious, Dear. Everyone, this is my son Chris. He’s a sissy and he wants to get his toenails and fingernails manicured and painted, right, Sweetie?"

"Yes, Mother." Ohhhhhh. Thank goodness I didn’t know anyone there. But the women certainly made a fuss over me and treated me like the world’s biggest sissy boy. They did my nails in hot pink and made a big deal over how girlish my fingers and toes were.

Then it was off to the lingerie shop. Mom knew them there too and made the same announcement she made in the nail salon. This was worse, because there were men in there, allegedly buying lingerie for their "larger" wives and girlfriends. They gave me looks of pity, disgust or lust, looks I would see a lot in the next few weeks.

Mom spoke very loudly as she helped HER SON pick out his stockings, garter belts, nighties, bras, teddies and piles and piles of panties. The feeling of the lingerie was exquisite and Mom opened her pocketbook wide. But the scorn, contempt and pity were humiliating.

We finished the horrible trip with a visit to a shop called PB, located on a side street. I had never seen the shop before and dared to ask Mom what PB stood for.

"Why panty boy, of course, Chris. That’s you."

Groan.

The proprietress was Miss Elizabeth, a motherly type lady in her fifties with a fine figure and enormous breasts. Years before, Mom had represented her on a case and had won big for her.

"Brenda, my Dear. It’s been too long." Air kisses.

"So right, Elizabeth." Air kisses. "I never suspected I would need your services, but you can see I do."

"Hmmm. Yes, I see." To me: "What’s your name, Dear."

"Chris, Ma’am."

"Very good, Brenda. He says ‘ma’am.’ He’s a pretty one, isn’t he? Probably the best raw material I’ve ever had in here. He has your genes. And Leila’s. It’s no wonder he wanted to be a girl. How did you catch him?"

Hey! Wasn’t I there?

"On his back in full lingerie, with a face full of cum and a big cock in his ass."

[Giggle] "Well if you must be caught, I guess that’s the way. So, a few humiliating outfits?"

"Yes, please. Can I get one to go?" It was 4 p.m and the shop closed at 5.

Miss Elizabeth didn’t hesitate. "Of course, Brenda. Just let me take a few measurements."

Miss Elizabeth and two snickering salesgirls removed my skirt and top and measured me all over. I’m ashamed to say that my clitty was at full stand the whole time.

Miss Elizabeth said to Mom, "He appears to be a panty boy who will be constantly erect when he’s in his femmy frillies."

Mom nodded knowingly.

My opinion was that the humiliation was a big part of my arousal. But they were right. I was close to cumming.

Miss Elizabeth stepped up to me and said to Mom, "Brenda, a sissy must be milked regularly. It’s cruel to leave him in this state. It also makes sissies more docile and feminine when you rid them of their boyish juice."

She then proceeded to administer an outstanding hand job that resulted in my quivering eruption and further humiliation, since 15 people in the store, including nine customers, watched the whole thing. Please can we go home now?

I then tried on about twenty frilly dresses of the sissiest possible design, and some horrible accessories. We took one set home and selected four others to be altered for future mischief.

As we were leaving, Miss Elizabeth asked, "Brenda, shall I schedule young Christopher for feminization sessions? I have openings in Panty Worship, Submission to Females and Groveling."

Mom said, "Maybe later. I think I’ll just stick with the clothes right now."

"All right, Brenda. But sissification is best done by professionals."

"Nice to see you again, Elizabeth." [Air kisses.]

When we got home, Mom said, "You’ll be pleased to know that I’ve cleared my calendar for the week. We’ll have time to get this sissy thing all figured out."

I risked presenting a point of sanity. "Mom, school starts in a week. I can’t dress like this at Countryville."

I had her there. Or not. "Of course you can, Honey. I’m a lawyer, remember? I’ll make them let you dress the way I know you like. My son cannot be denied his right to complete his education and get into an excellent college because of a preference dictated by his genes."

Mom was already mentally writing her brief. And I knew she would win.

My brain screamed. My knees were weak. I was going to be a dressed sissy at an all-boys school!

"Oh and that’s not all, Chris. I spoke to Mrs. Brennan. Dan has been sent off to military school. She’s convinced that in that all-male, strict-discipline environment, his heterosexuality will flourish."

If I didn’t end it all at that moment, I never would.

 

Chapter Six – And Worse

I cried all night and when Mom came in to get me at seven, my eyes were red.

"Rise and shine, Honey. We have so much to do."

I bawled. "Dan is gone!"

Mom looked genuinely sad for me. "If he really loves you, Chris, he won’t give up. And neither will you."

Then she snapped back into her dommy role. "Now let’s get moving."

I obeyed.

Mom laid out the outfit from Miss Elizabeth’s, and added some scary touches. It was the kind of dress a ten-year-old girl wears to a birthday party, only in my size. It was white with pink lace and lots of frilly pink ribbons. The petticoats were enormous. I had pink patent leather Mary Janes and frilly white socks. Where the heck was she taking me in this?

Mom had friends everywhere. A group of her friends from college were all married homemakers. Every Tuesday and Thursday at 10, they met in a coffee klatch. Mom made the meetings at least twice a month.

Today, I was the guest of honor. Ten gorgeous 40-year-old ladies screamed in delight when they saw me. They all fussed over me.

"Oh my," Mrs. Caldwell said, "your son Chris is precious, Brenda."

Mom beamed and thanked her. "Thank you, Anne. I’m very proud of him. And he loves being a sissy. Show the ladies, Honey. Lift your skirts and petticoats."

"Oh, Mother, I can’t."

"Of course you can, Sweetie."

Reluctantly, I did it.

The ladies howled with glee. I was wearing no panties. My clitty was throbbing and fiercely erect. But the worst was that Mom had tied one precious pink ribbon around the base of my clitty and another around my pretty ball bag. Tears were pouring from my eyes and I shook with abject humiliation. But my cock stayed very stiff.

When the hooting eased a bit, Mom said, "He’s always excited like that when he’s wearing his feminine things. Sissies need constant milking too, to make them docile and feminine. And he loves the feel of silky panties on his little pricklet."

Mrs. Richards caught Mom’s meaning. She stood up, reached under her dress and peeled down her panties. She ran over to me and wrapped the warm panties around my stiff clitty. She pumped me expertly, looking me in the eyes and licking her lips until I filled her panties with a quart of my hi-test. She kissed me on the lips and dropped the panties into her handbag for who-knew-what later on.

My prickie drooped for a few moments, but then Mrs. Ellis stood up and skinned her panties down. She wrapped her warm silk around me and I stood tall again. OK, it was humiliating, but I was getting some great handjobs. Mrs. Ellis knew her craft. As did Mrs. Santos and Mrs. Marci. I was heaving and exhausted when I begged Mom with my eyes to get me out of there. Surprisingly, she did.

I was silent in the car. It had been less than 24 hours since my life had tanked. Was the rest of my life doomed? I began to cry. Mom noticed and said, "I think you’ll like the next visit, Chris. We’re seeing a doctor who will help you."

I needed to be with Dan in a country with no extradition treaty to the USA.

Mom had helped Dr. Alice Spermworthy through a nasty malpractice suit five years ago. She was an expert on gender reassignment. Dr. Spermworthy didn’t blink when she saw me in my horrid get-up. Apparently, she had seen lots worse.

She talked to me without my Mom for over two hours. She was sympathetic and insightful. And she could help me get boobies, a slimmer waist, a femmy voice and bigger hips. She could help me lose my beard and my Adam’s apple. But only if I wanted.

I began to cry and told her, I wanted, I wanted. "But," I asked her, "why is my mom being so awful to me?"

She gave me a tissue and a hug. "You know your mother loves you. Think about it."

I did, then hypothesized, "She knows my change to being a woman can be painful and long, with no guarantee that I’ll go through with it, or very painful, but short, with every bridge burned, but with all the bridges in front of me intact."

"You’re a brilliant GIRL, Sweetie. And your Mother is a very lucky lady to have you."

I felt a little better, but then sobbed again. "But why did she send Dan away?"

"Dan was part of your old life. She knows you have to build a new one. Dan will be tested. If he comes through it, and if it’s meant to be, Dan will be yours forever."

I felt tons better. Mom loved me. She was using the toughest love possible to get me through my transition. She was ripping off the band-aid instead of pulling it off one hair at a time. Ouch!

Dr. Spermworthy then spent a couple of hours doing some tests, finishing with a very nice response test. I dropped my panties and she entered my pooper with two gloved, lubed fingers. She found my prostate and massaged it expertly. It was my first prostate massage and it was divine. At the end, she used her other hand to slip my long foreskin up and down my clitty head. She observed my wiggles and squeals as I came like Christmas.

Dr. Spermworthy nodded and said, "You’re a Kingston girl all right. I hope the boys and men in this town are ready for the third member of the Kingston trio."

Yeah, like we hadn’t heard that old one before. Anyway, she gave me some prescriptions for pills and a big hug and kiss. And some hope for the future.

Chapter Seven – Even Worse?

Knowing what Mom was doing only made the humiliation a tiny bit less excruciating. I didn’t tell her that I knew what she was doing, but I think she suspected when I gave her a big hug as we left Dr. Spermworthy’s office.

Undeterred, Mom took me shopping for day-to-day clothes, announcing to everyone that I was her sissy son. Then we prowled for accessories and jewelry, as everyone stared at me in that ridiculous, 10-year-old-girl outfit.

When we got home, I asked Mom, "Can I please just wear regular girl clothes starting tomorrow? Please, Mom?"

Mom considered it, then said, "OK, but we still need to go shopping and get your ears pierced."

"Thank you, Mom." At least everyone wouldn’t be staring at me.

By the first day of school, everyone in town knew that I was a sissy and would be attending Countryville as a girl. What would I be facing? I trembled at the prospect.

Mom finally left me alone one afternoon and I got on the computer to e-mail Dan. There were 88 messages from him, filled with love, longing and passion. I answered them all with a heart aching with love and desire for him. How would we ever win out?

Mom drove me to school that first day. She had mercifully allowed me to wear something normal, a blue, A-line dress, with a very short skirt, black stockings and black, four-inch fuck-me pumps. At least I wasn’t a total twit. And honestly, except for my boyish hair, I looked gorgeous. The effect that gorgeousness would have on that assembled crowd awaiting my arrival worried me no end. Mom had been by the school several times to warn the headmaster that any physical damage to me, on or off school property would result in his immediate legal castration. He believed her. So only verbal brickbats appeared to loom. The headmaster, scared for his cojones, observed carefully from the school’s front steps.

I stepped out of the car with one gorgeous, stockinged leg. The crowd of boys gasped. Then the second beautiful limb. The crowd "ooohed." I stood and the crowd saw me in all my glory. The crowd "aaahed." Then, one of the crowd, Sam Carney, the school’s top bully, reminded them of their duty, by saying, "Welcome to Countryville, Queen of All Faggots."

That broke the sexual spell I had created. The crowd jeered at me as I wiggled and sissied my way into the building. My strategy was to let them do their worst as I became the sexiest girl I could be. I was going to show no fear, but lots of leg.

I looked back and saw more than one erection filling the khakis of my tormentors.

 

Chapter Seven – Difficult Days

By my count, ten percent of the students at Countryville viewed me as Satan’s daughter. They would never warm up to me, even if I were to win the Nobel Prize and the Heisman Trophy. Another ten percent were almost dehydrated from masturbation while dreaming about sex with me. I wanted no part of either group. That left 80 percent who could go either way. Or just remain confused. All I wanted was to be treated like any female student. At my all-boys school.

There was a lot of teasing and a lot of leering. The sexual innuendos and sexual harassment were well beyond anything another girl would ever tolerate. But I was outnumbered 265 to 1. Two actually, because my Mom was in my legal corner. And was beginning to treat me like a girl, not a sissy. I cherished the girl-girl moments we were having more and more frequently.

Teachers weren’t immune to my sexuality. Sometimes when I crossed my long, stockinged legs, the teacher would stop lecturing and take notice. They began to be very solicitous to me and offered counseling and advice on college selection. My grades were Ivy League quality and that’s where I was going. But it was fun to let the teachers try to please me.

None of the boys did so. Peer pressure to at least ignore me was enormous. No one wanted to be first to be nice to me, the ball-less wonders. I had a tight, pink, tiny prize for whoever asked me on a date first. If my Dan were here, he would have punched out several of those jerks. Dan wasn’t even allowed to use the phone, but he and I sent blazing love across the ether of the Internet.

As October began, I decided I needed a morale boost. Mom agreed. She invited her studly lover Gary over for an afternoon of swimming, then managed to be a bit late.

Did I mention that those nice pills Dr. Spermworthy prescribed were starting to have a terrific effect on my hot little body? My dazzling ass was developing into an even more stunning attraction for the world’s heterosexual males. It was getting fleshier and was easing into a heart shape. My nipples were getting wider and darker as they topped my plum-sized titties. I looked like a 12-year-old girl with a large-titted future.

Gary was tanning by the pool and waiting for Mom when I sissied over to him and asked if I could get him a cold soft drink. Gary’s eyes popped when he saw me in one of the unusual outfits that Mom had purchased from Miss Elizabeth. It was a "sissy bikini." The top was two tiny, mesh triangles connected by a system of strings. It hid virtually nothing and suggested everything. But the bottoms! They were a conventional thong, with one exception. My goodies were enclosed in a mesh pouch that displayed my always erect clitty and my sweet bag of cummy delights.

I decided to see if Gary liked my new bathing suit. I pranced around the pool on my sexy, mules with very high heels, wiggling my almost bare bottom at 25-year-old Gary’s bugged-out eyes.

When I lay on the lounger, I slowly slathered on slick tanning oil and batted my eyes at Gary. His swimming suit got really tight. And he gulped.

I tried to put the oil on my back, but just couldn’t do it. I looked frustrated and peeked at Gary for assistance. He set a new world’s record in the 10-yard dash.

Gary’s big, manly hands rubbed oil onto my back, my shoulders, my calves, my thighs (gulp) and my feet. Each toe. Three times. I was in orbit. Poor Gary was also extraordinarily aroused. All ten inches of him. Then he oiled my front, ending up with my developing little love buds. I squirmed and purred. He knew I had surrendered to him. What would this big stud do?

He eased down my goodie pouch and got on his knees by the lounger. He wanted to suck my clitty! Then he did it. I didn’t expect that as his first move, or his last. But he was very happy and content to adore my girlie pole. He put two oily fingers in my love pit as he sucked and that did it for your narrator. My pretty eyes got wide, I squeaked and filled his mouth with a month of relieved frustration. Gary lapped and swallowed. Who would have thought it? We sissies have such power over men.

My little butt was all oiled up and ready for its biggest visitor yet. I hoped it was Gary’s next destination. I turned on my stomach and wiggled it at him, just in case he was looking for a good idea. He took the hint. Slathering some oil on his big, veined, skinned poker, Gary hitched me up to my knees and placed his girlpleaser at the entrance to my tiny treasure. I quivered with fear and lust. My little ring stretched just right and welcomed that big boy into its sweet vise. Gary moaned. I squeaked. He gave me a moment to catch my breath and adjust, then he pressed on. Mmmmm. Sometimes size does matter. I couldn’t believe how stuffed I felt. Breathing was an effort. My bowels clung to every pore of his prick. Gary liked it a lot. I looked back at him and in my best girlie voice gasped, "Fuck me now, Lover. Make me scream."

Men love that kind of talk. And my kind of ass. Tiny and tight. With nice flesh where it counts. And a welcoming nature. Gary pushed in. I didn’t know If I had enough bowel to accommodate him. He pulled out. Ohhhhh. The friction on my tender little prostate. Again. And again. Gary had a big cock, but he could learn a thing or two about love from my Dan. He didn’t kiss me or skin my prickie like Dan did when we were making love. With Gary it was more like rutting. Which, with a ten-incher, is not all bad. But, as I took his hot cum in my canal, I decided that guys like Gary were exercise. Dan was a keeper.

My exerciser flopped on his back and heaved his chest. The wimp doesn’t even care about making me cum, I thought. Just then, Mom walked in wearing her fabulous string bikini. "Having fun, kids?" she asked.

Gary acted as if he had a fistful of cookies and his hand in the jar. "What have you been doing with my underage child, Gary? My, my. Perhaps you had better go."

Gary flashed out of there and revved up his ’78 Nova.

Mom and I giggled and hugged. I asked, "Did I mess things up for you with Gary, Mom?"

"No, Honey. Gary was getting tiresome. There’s a big difference between sex and love. I want more love in my life. Did you enjoy him?"

"He got high marks for technical performance, but he’s no Dan."

"Has your Dan been in touch?"

"Every day, Mom. We e-mail each other our love."

"Hmmmm. Do you have a date for the Homecoming Dance yet, Chris?"

"No one will take me. I scare them."

"And you excite them. That confuses them and that’s usually good for us girls."

Did Mom just say, "us girls?" She had accepted me as more than a sissy. I looked at her with love. It dawned on her what she had said and what it meant. We hugged and cried together.

 

Chapter Eight – Take That, Joe McCarthy

Things changed a bit in October.

A few of my schoolmates began to say hello to me as I passed them in the halls. When I smiled at the greeters, they would always smile back, in a nervous way. Being nice to me could, after all, be construed as gayness.

I thought about those boys and the quote from the Cowardly Lion – "What makes the Hotentots so hot? What puts the ape in apricot? What have they got that I ain’t got? Courage." Those little creeps needed some.

Now one young fellow, Rob Wilson, had been a friend of the male Chris. Like that Chris, he was a bit nerdy, but good-looking.

Did he have the courage to display human decency to me? Did this non-jock, no-student- government, non-in-crowd boy have courage?

By the bushel basket. One day I was at my locker getting books out, putting up with all the snide remarks from passers-by, when Rob walked up and helped me. It was the tiniest of courtesies, but unique until that moment. We shared the next class and the following lunch period, so he walked me to class, then sat with me at lunch. We talked about our lives since we had last talked as male friends and it was very, very pleasant for me. For him, it was worse. The school jerks now labeled Rob as "faggot-lover" and tried to make his life miserable.

Perhaps that was what turned the tide. Other guys began to find the Joe McCarthy nature of the situation very distasteful. One by one, they began to talk to me and Rob. The bullies and jerks were now outnumbered. They couldn’t razz the sheer number of students who wanted to act like human beings.

I had made a promise to myself that the first person to treat me nicely would have my ass as often as he wanted it. When I mentioned that to Rob, he trembled with lust, but said, "I know you love Dan Brennan. I would never want to stand between you."

My eyes filled with tears. A genuinely good guy! It was good to know the world still had a few of those. Rob then asked me to the Homecoming Dance because "Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t sit home that night. And it will show those jerks how a real girl looks in her formal.’

Could I have found two fine young men in this world when most girls spend their lives looking for one?

Although the dance was only a week away and I didn’t have a dress, I agreed.

I was so guilty that I e-mailed Dan about Rob taking me to the dance. His response was astounding. "Rob showed real courage. I’m proud that my girlfriend and lover will be going to a dance she should not miss with a courageous guy. Have a wonderful time and don’t hold back. You’ve been alone too long. When I return, I plan to make you fall in love with me all over again."

At that moment, all the crap I had taken was more than worth it. I cried to think that I had Dan and that he loved me enough to set me free. And was confident enough that I would come back to him.

 

Chapter Nine – Homecoming Week

There were surprises during Homecoming Week. I was now accepted enough that I could sometimes get through half a day with no rude remarks. But the big surprise was Tommy.

Tommy Pratt was a sophomore whom I had never met. I noticed him sort of lurking around me as if he wanted to talk to me. Could he be one of those wankers who dreamed of my body parts? I hoped not.

On Tuesday of Homecoming Week, as school ended, Tommy gathered the courage to speak to me. I asked what I could do for him.

"You’re my idol, Chris."

Oh no. What now? "What do you mean, Tommy?" I asked, but I figured I knew.

"I’m a girl too. I dress all the time when I’m not at school. My Mom and sisters help me."

I looked him over. He could be very pretty. "How can I help you?"

"You can’t, really. I just wanted to thank you. I’m thinking about dressing full time. You inspired me. That’s all." And Tommy turned and began to walk away.

"Wait!" I yelled. Tommy turned. I walked to him and hugged him. "Good luck, Honey," I said. If I can help or if you need a friend, call me. Here’s my number."

Tommy’s eyes filled up. We weren’t alone anymore.

 

Meanwhile, Mom and I were engaged in a frantic search for "The Dress." We wanted to give those Countryville wankers a good show. On Friday night, we found a strapless, lacy, black, formal with a double slit up to my butt. My boobies now almost filled an A-cup, so we could do the strapless.

When Rob showed up toting his flowers, I was mega-hot with my strappy, five-inch mules and black silk stockings. My make-up was evening nuclear, guaranteed to cause penile explosions over a five-mile radius. Rob was escorting the prettiest girl in twelve states and Puerto Rico and he knew it. And appreciated it.

There was a collective gasp when Rob and I entered the crepe-papered gym. No one knew I was coming to the dance. No one jeered, although some of the girls didn’t like the fact that their boyfriends had big woodies from admiring me.

I looked at my fellow students and thought, any one of you could be in Rob’s place if you had just been nice to me first. Imagine the exquisite orgasms you missed, you assholes. Ah, sweet revenge.

We danced and socialized. Rob was a good dancer and he held me tight. Our cocks rubbed through our clothes, hinting of the delights Rob was to experience later that night.

After two hours, three couples came over and asked if we would like to join them at a local restaurant. I thanked them kindly, but said, "Rob and I are leaving now. We’re going to my house and Rob’s going to make love to me until I faint. And I don’t faint easily."

That ought to turn a few heads. Especially Rob’s. He hadn’t even kissed me yet. But I whispered to him and said, "I meant every word of that, Rob. Let’s go."

We were out of there at warp speed, arriving home in milliseconds. Mom greeted us, gushing and asking us about the dance. Then she said, "Well, this poor old lady is going to go to bed and turn off her hearing aid. I called your mother, Rob and told her that I’d be letting you sleep in the guest room tonight. But, Rob."

"Yes, Ma’am?"

"We don’t have a guest room. Good night."

Poor Rob. The Kingston women can overwhelm the men in this world.

Mom disappeared. I kissed Rob and he kissed me back. "Follow me," I breathed seductively. I led Rob to my girlie room.

"Would you unzip me, Sweetie."

He did. My dress puddled on the floor. I stood there in my black silk lingerie, including a new bustier that I had just acquired. My very high heels made my butt stick out in lewd invitation I was absolutely delicious. Rob apparently agreed, because he removed his coat, tie, shirt, pants, socks and underwear, standing naked before his onetime male friend.

And what a beautiful sight young Rob was, with an excellent cock, throbbing, red and ready.

He enveloped me with his manly arms. I acted shy, putting my head down. Men love that before they ravage you. He kissed me again and we rubbed our bodies together. His bare cock was leaking sticky goo all over the outside of my silk panties as I leaked it from the inside.

I offered him my tongue. He licked and sucked it greedily, kissing and licking my glossed lips like a starving man.

I decided to get a lot more comfortable. I sissied over to my bed and lay on my back, wiggling and whimpering for my man to join me. He lay next to me and kissed me, slowly and thoroughly.

He eased my panties down and handled my clitty as he kissed me some more. I played pretty little games with his cock as he continued his soft kisses and tender caresses. Neither of us had cum yet, but we were very hot and aroused.

I squirmed in appreciation of his fine loving and I guess my titties jiggling in my bustier caught his eye. No one had sucked my brand-new titties, but that was about to change.

A bustier is a real turn on for hetero males and we girls need every edge we can get. Rob peeled down the cups with his thumb and forefinger, exposing my large, prominent nipples and developing love pillows. He used his thumb and forefinger to torment my nipples on each breast. I squealed softly and whimpered encouragement. This was one skilled lover!

Then Rob made a very nice move. He mounted me, covering me with his maleness. I groaned with the pleasure of it. He began soft, tiny licks of my nipples. It was sweet torture. Squirming, I squeezed my silk-encased thighs on his stiff prick. He groaned with desire. I could tell he liked it a lot when I rubbed the silk of my warm thighs back and forth on his enflamed charger. My Mom said to be careful with those silk stockings. She said cum ruins them. Then she added, "But it also makes them just about perfect."

He continued with his baby kisses and licks on my budding boobs. I rubbed my thighs. He kissed. My hips bucked and my aching clitty rubbed his stomach. So good. I locked eyes with Rob. He was close. So was I. Then I wasn’t. A storm grew in my balls, spread to my tummy, then my thighs, my chest, my calves, my nipples, and my toes. Whoa, Nelly, did I cum! It was so intense that I shook uncontrollably. My shaking was most prominent in my thighs, whose silky friction WRENCHED the cum from dear Rob, drenching my thighs, tummy and knees.

So much cum!

The boy must have spurted a half gallon of hot cream. I couldn’t help it. I giggled.

A very happy Rob snickered and said, "I guess I needed that."

"Is there anymore in there for me, Robbie? I really need some."

Rob was very sincere. He said, "Oh, sure. I…. Hey, you’re kidding, you little teaser."

"I think I’d better check. Now roll on your back, Sweetie." Rob did. I gave him my dazzling smile and said, "Let’s see if I can make you big and hard again."

I got on my knees perpendicular to Rob on the bed and considered his drenched condition. I started cleaning him up with sissy licks. I loved the taste of cum and this was Thanksgiving Dinner. As I was digging the cream from his pubic hairs, Rob’s old friend was back, big and straight, with its velvet head leaking juice.

"Will you fuck me now, Honey?" I asked innocently.

"It would be my great privilege, Chrissie."

Chrissie? I liked it.

"There’s some nice wet stuff in that drawer. Would you use it to get me ready for you?"

"With pleasure." Rob knew his way around an asshole. He lubed two fingers and found my prostate. The bad boy massaged it until my eyes filled with tears and I screamed through a hard cum. This guy was all right. Who was that Gary guy anyway?

I was randy as all get-out and my butt was lubed and relaxed when Rob asked me to stand and grab my ankles. He WAS a bad boy! In five-inch heels, balance was an issue, but I had a big desire for that meaty visitor. My masterful lover held my hips and popped his skinned mushroom into my golden gate. Very nice!!!!!! He wiggled it all in. Wowwwy!!!!! He pushed me forward onto the bed and fucked me like he meant it. Mercilessly. Incessantly. Thrillingly.

He was on top of me, like a lion with his mate. Rooaaarrrr!!!!!!

Rob reached around and enveloped my balls with his big hand. He tickled them as he fucked me. He wet his hand with the sticky goo pouring from my pricklet and used it to thrill my little tee tees. That was very nice. Just about anything feels better when you have a cock up your ass. Things go better with Cock!

I was such a little sex fiend, ready to cum again as my new friend fucked me as if I were his possession. Rob was very proud of himself when his beautiful ball massage made me sploogee again. He smiled, then gasped as his own Nor’Easter struck, hitting him with huge waves of pleasure and sweet agony.

What a night that was. Five more naughties for each of us. And a thousand sweet kisses.

I still loved Dan, but Rob was awfully good too.

 

Chapter Ten – The Semester Moves Along

From the depths of despair in August, my tiny butt was sitting pretty in November.

First and most importantly, Mom and I had never been closer. We were so much alike. We looked alike. We both went after what we wanted. And we loved cock. Great relationships have been built on much less.

Then there was school. Since Homecoming, the other students treated me like one of them who happened to be a girl. Not a sissy. A girl. By my count, about 150 were hot for my fantastic body.

And then there was my love life. Dan and I were still burning up the Internet with our hots for each other. I hadn’t wavered. This was a boy who loved me before I became the hottest babe in Florida. And he did it so well. The only impediment was that his mother was threatening to keep him at school over Christmas, thus out of my clutches. I prayed every night that I would see my sweet love over the holidays. And I cried with Mom over it.

Now Rob was another issue. He was very special and I kind of began dating him every weekend. And, you know, fucking him three or four times a week. I did have raging hormones and my boyfriend was 800 miles away. Plus Dan did say it was OK to go to the dance with Rob, so by extension……

And let’s not forget Tommy Pratt. The Monday after Homecomng, Tommy showed up at school in the cutest red dress and matching four-inch pumps. That was an eye-opener for the administration and it certainly helped in removing the glare of attention from me.

Tommy was a cutie. She wanted to be called Tiffy then and with that name, she had to be a blonde. She had very nice legs and a cute wiggle. Her boobies, which had been strapped and hidden, were now breathing free air. A lot of it. The little 15-year-old floozie’s boobs were C-cups. I was prettier, of course, and was applying my genes to catch up and surpass her in the titty department.

Tiffy didn’t catch most of the crap I did, but who were the second set of astronauts to land on the moon? The Saturday after her coming-out, she had a date! With a guy she met that week!

Then that following Monday, a junior named Brian showed up for school as Erica. What the heck? I guess there are a lot of us out there just looking for a little encouragement and leadership.

One Saturday night in early December, Tiffy and her boyfriend, Jake, and Rob and I double-dated at a movie, followed by pizza. Rob took me home and fucked me very nicely, but he asked me a lot about Tiffy.

Two weeks later, Rob said he really liked me and always wanted to be my friend. It wasn’t me, he said. It was him. He was kind of going to be dating Tiffy now.

That little tramp! I guess Rob liked the C-cups. A year later, dear reader, I had double D’s. You have to recognize potential. And genes.

 

Chapter Eleven – Christmas

So there I was, a day before Christmas vacation with no local boyfriend and the news that Dan’s mother was keeping him away from me at Christmas. I dragged myself home, sniffling and feeling sorry for myself.

I opened the door to my lonely house and saw Mom and DAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!!!!

DAN! DAN! DAN!

Dan, my beautiful soldier in his grey uniform. Dan the love of my life. I looked a mess. I wiped my eyes and bawled. Dan smiled that smile and held his arms wide open. I sissy-ran to him and buried myself in his arms, sobbing.

"I thought," <Gasp> "you weren’t," <Sob> "coming."

Dan said, "Your Mom made it all happen."

I looked adoringly at Mom. She said, "Dan turned 18 yesterday, Chrissie. He’s not under his mother’s control any more. And one of the nice things about being a successful ambulance-chaser is you can make things happen with your money. Dan disenrolled himself from that hellhole and I flew him here. He’s staying with us until his mother comes to her senses and I’m paying his tuition at Countryville for his last semester. Dan’s back, Honey."

I ran to Mom and hugged her, covering her with kisses. "Oh, oh, I love you, Mom!"

Mom glowed, kissed me and said, "Go to your man, Chrissie. He loves you very much."

I kissed mom once more, then ran to Dan. He picked me up and Rhett Butlered me to my bedroom.

My life was really good from that moment on.

 

 

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