Heather                   by: Jacki Pett

 

Part 4

Renie smiled, enjoying herself. "Oh, I think you’ll like this Heather." If she had any second thoughts they were gone now, seeing him like this. "Don’t fight me dear." She said softly. She reached out and stroked the smooth skin on his bare hip. "Now get up on your knees." She instructed him.

Walter wasn’t about to do what she said. All to fresh in his mind was what had happened back at his uncle’s house. He remembered well what that man had done to him and how it felt.

Renie relished in his panic. It made it all that much more exciting. "Get up on your knees." She told him. She didn’t really expect him to comply so easily. He’d need some prodding and she was ready.

It was worse than he remembered. The dildo was not as giving as the man had been and it never lost it’s hardness. The woman was relentless. It was bad enough the way she rythemicly kept sliding it in and out but she didn’t stop there. As she did it she began to caress his breasts under him. She toyed with his nipples and despite himself, he became aroused. He wanted her to stop but at the same time he succumbed to his own excitement.

Renie was persistent. She could tell that he was enjoying it, despite his objections when she first plunged the toy deep inside him. She could feel his nipples stiffen and she rubbed first then squeezed the soft pink skin. She didn’t give up until he came on the sheets. She was sorry that she hadn’t put down a towel but she didn’t expect him to react to her the way he did. She was delighted. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to find a man to do to him what she’d done. It started her thinking.

He cried with the pain. He didn’t stop when she finally pulled the thing from his bottom. When she came to bed, turning out the lights and pulling the covers up over the two of them, he sobbed.

Renie put down a towel under him. Tomorrow he could clean the bed sheets but tonight she just wanted to sleep. With the stunner well out of his reach she laid up against his back and snuggled close with her arm around his waist. She felt very happy and satisfied as she lay there.

Renie hadn’t expected him to respond the way he did. She would make him accustomed to the pleasures he’d experienced tonight. It would be thrilling to make him finally desire her gifts of pleasure. She was more convinced than ever that she wanted him to stay. Not for just the two weeks she originally envisioned, but from then on. The Uncle wouldn’t care if he ever saw the boy again. She was sure of that. It’d be wonderful to have the boy there for her, at her beck and call.

The two finally drifted off to sleep. Renie happy, the boy sobbing softly.

Renie was anxious to make him satisfy her when they awoke late the next morning. They showered together. Renie took great pleasure in have him wash her all over. To further humiliate the boy, she made him douche to clean himself of the oils she’d used the night before. He was mortified by having her do that to him.

In just his robe, he made Renie breakfast and sat there while she ate. Walter had no appetite.

He striped her bed and put on fresh sheets, washing the soiled ones.

Walter said very little that morning. He spoke only when Renie asked him something. He felt demoralized. What she had done to him seemed to strip him of his manhood, his will to resist. That she could do that so easily to him left him feeling small and helpless.

It was almost eleven thirty when he finished cleaning up the bedroom and kitchen. Renie told him that now he had to hurry to be ready when his friend Tina arrived.

Walter didn’t object or give Renie a hard time. He felt resigned to do what she said. He had less than an hour and he knew he’d need every minute to get ready. He blocked out any thoughts of last night and this morning.

Standing naked in front of his mirror, he critically examined his figure. His legs looked fine but could stand a little exercise to get rid of some flab.

His waist was not as slender as Tina’s and that bothered him. He made a conscious decision to do what he could to change that, between exercising and diet, he was determined to loose some of the fat he saw there.

Strangely, his greatest wish now was that he had better features. Tina was naturally beautiful and he felt ugly compared to her. Maybe, if his hair was longer, he might look more convincing. He was definitely going to let his hair grow and see, at least for now.

He picked out matching bra and panties, ones that he’d never worn before. The panties were string bikinis and he didn’t think twice about trying them on. Walter knew most girls wore them and Tina was probably no exception, he thought to himself. It was almost a conscious wish to try to look as pretty as her.

The bra was pretty with lace cups. He adjusted the straps until it was comfortable on his chest.

Again, in front of the mirror he admired the girl in his reflection, in her pretty underwear. When his eyes rose to his hair he decided to stop wasting time and get to work. The clock on the nightstand said it was a quarter of twelve and his hair was a mess. He wanted to be ready when Tina arrived.

Walter was just finishing his make up when Renie and Carol came in. He hadn’t heard her arrive but his door was closed and locked so that wasn’t surprising.

He was a little surprised to see them dressed so well and he told them, "You both look really pretty." He hoped that telling them that would get him points.

Carol had on a black skirt and stockings with a pink blouse. Renie was in navy slacks with a white linen blouse. They both looked very smart.

Renie was pleased with the complement and to see he was doing so well, getting ready on his own. She smiled at him with sitting there, looking so adorable.

Carol was tickled by his complement too. He didn’t even seem bothered that he was wearing only underwear and they were completely dressed. He was getting over his shyness. "How are you this morning?" She asked with a smile.

She didn’t know, he realized. She didn’t know what her friend did to him. She couldn’t hide that from him if she did. Should he tell her? Why? What could she do about it? "Fine." That was all he said to his friend.

"Tina called and asked what everyone was wearing." Renie told him.

He had heard the phone ring when he was trying to fix his hair. "She called?" He asked. It intrigued him that she did that. "What did she say?" He assumed she called to back out of going with them.

"She asked for you, Heather. I told her you were in the shower. She wanted to know what you were wearing today. I told her that we were all getting a little dressed up since we’re shopping for a nice dress for you and that you’d need to wear your heels."

He didn’t ask what the dress she planned on buying him was for. If it had to do with Renie, he didn’t want to know. "What should I wear?" He asked.

Renie already had decided what he’d wear today. She went to his closet and she took out the purple jumper with the white polka dots.

Renie wished now that she hadn’t bought so many of his clothes at Frederick’s. The jumper was the only outfit they had picked out at Jordan Marsh and she knew she should have bought more like it instead of the sexy outfits. She liked him looking sweet and pretty.

He had seen it before. He had taken it out of the closet and looked at it the other day. He had never dreamed of wearing it. It was a coulot outfit, too revealing the way the front was cut low. The top was fitted and the drop waist would cling to his narrow waist. What he had thought was a skirted bottom he could now see was actually shorts. It wasn’t going to be easy to go out in public wearing it. The confidence that he had discovered yesterday was a little shaken.

His private thought was how silly he’d feel wearing it but it couldn’t be any worse than he felt yesterday, in a girl’s bathing suit. Or last night, in his pretty nightie. He had to go and despite how ridiculous he felt, he had to appear to go along cheerfully. He did worry a little about what Tina might wear, whether he’d be over dressed and what she’d think of it. "It’s not too dressy?" He asked.

Renie could see the fear in his eyes, in his expression when he first saw what she wanted him to wear, and she loved it. "No, not at all Heather." She told him smiling cruelly.

Walter looked from Renie to Carol. Her nod of approval meant more than Renie’s assurances. Alright, he thought to himself, if they were sure. "Ok." He said with a false grin as he took the outfit from Renie and carefully laid it on the bed.

Something had happened yesterday. The shock of the transformation was certainly part of it. More than that, was the way he had been accepted by the girls as one of them. Tina and her friend Gina, in particular, were so nice to him. The fact that they were both beautiful had something to do with the way he felt. They liked him as Heather and he valued that, as weird as the situation was. He wanted to be their friend. It wasn’t that he enjoyed being like one of them but what choice did he have now but to make the best of it, until he found a way out?

Walter turned to Carol, "Would you help me with my hair. I can’t seem to get it to look right." He had wasted too much time struggling with it already.

Carol was happy to help him. The fact that he asked for her help thrilled her. "Sure Heather."

Renie was beginning to really resent her friend’s interference. She didn’t like the fact that Carol was getting close to the boy, that he preferred her help to Renie’s. She would have rathered he ask her for help with his hair. He was her’s, after all.

He and Carol were completely absorbed with fixing his hair when Renie walked out of his room.

Carol helped him change his makeup. He looked too made up for a girl his age. In their zeal to make him look like a girl they had shown him how to pile it on. Carol realized her mistake yesterday at the pool, seeing the other young girls. If he was going to look natural, he would have to learn to make himself up without appearing to wear any make up at all. The bright eyeshadows would have to go, along with the bright lipcolors.

Walter didn’t argue with her while she changed his look. His only concern was that the lighter makeup might not disguise him enough. It might make him appear less like a girl and that would be disastrous.

Walter watched in the mirror as Carol styled his hair. Using only a gel and a technique she call ‘scrunching’, she transformed him. He had a full head of soft curly hair. It was a style he had seen on a number of girls and it looked convincing on him.

Carol helped him select the rest of his clothes when they finished his hair and makeup. Pantyhose still made him uncomfortable and the taupe pair Carol gave him to put on were no different.

He was given the pearl jewelry to wear. Drop earrings, a matching necklace and bracelet looked ‘darling’, according to Carol. Walter wasn’t so sure.

He was relieved that he didn’t have to wear the really high heels. Carol gave him the low healed black pumps to put on.

Carol stood back and admired him. "You look very pretty Heather." She told him smiling.

Walter could see she was sincere and not mocking him.

He was standing in front of the mirror, debating if he could really do this, when he heard the door bell. It was almost twelve thirty. It was Tina. How was she going to react to seeing him like this, he wondered? What would she think of the outfit, of him?

The jumper wasn’t quite as snug fitting as he thought it would be but it did hug his curves. The low cut front worried him. In the mirror, he could just see just the very tops of the mounds on his chest. That bothered him.

He took one last look at himself before going out to the living room. Carol walked out into the living room with him.

Tina was standing in the kitchen. Renie had let her in.

"Hi." He said with a genuine smile. She looked terrific. She wore a skirt and blouse. The skirt and blouse was fitted and showed off her great shape. "I really like that outfit." He told her, remembering what Carol had taught him.

Heather was really sweet. "You look great too." She looked really nice in her coulot.

"Thanks." Was all Walter could think of to say.

Renie suggested, "Heather, why don’t you show Tina your room. I’ll be ready in just a minute and we can go." Renie was proud of the way his room was decorated. She had gone to great pains and a fair expense to make it look as pretty and feminine as she could. Her intent was to embarrass and make him uncomfortable but that plan seem to have backfired. At least his having to show it to others might disturb him a little.

They took Carol’s Bronco. Tina and the boy sat in the back. Tina was a talkative little thing and Walter was more at ease talking to her today than he had been yesterday. Conversation was on topics he could handle without embarrassing himself.

Renie and Carol just listened as the two talked between themselves. Carol was proud of how well he was doing.

Walter was surprised when they pulled into the same mall that Linda had taken him to last Sunday, on their way to her mother’s house.

His thoughts drifted back to that day as they searched for a parking spot. He had enjoyed himself at Linda’s mothers. At least that’s how he remembered the experience now. With all he’d been through he realized it hadn’t been so bad. He wished he were there now, with Linda. And just maybe Tina too.

Tina walked with Heather ahead of his aunt and her friend as they entered the mall. "I’d be going crazy."

Walter turned to her, questioning. He didn’t understand.

Tina couldn’t imagine anyone who wouldn’t be excited about having someone willing to buy her all new clothes. She’d seen how bare Heather’s closet was. "I don’t know how you can be so calm?"

She was right. He realized his mistake but how to correct it now? He leaned back on the story he’d told Tina and her friends. "It all just seems so strange." He told her in a whisper. "I’m not used to wearing things like this." He told her. It was the truth.

"I just can’t imagine what it must have been like." Tina understood. "You’ll get used to it. You just have to give yourself a little time."

"What are you two whispering about." Renie asked as she and Carol came up behind them.

"Heather was just saying how strange it is to wear normal clothes." Tina told her. "I was just saying she’ll get used to it. I’d be going crazy if I was getting a whole new wardrobe. She seems so calm about it."

Carol put her arm around the boy’s shoulders. "It’s pretty exciting, isn’t it?" She made sure that Tina didn’t see her wink at Walter.

He understood the signal. He’d have to force himself to seem more excited. He’d try.

Renie had no intention of buying the boy a lot of clothes. She wished Carol would back off. He wouldn’t need much but Carol didn’t know her plans for Heather. Renie did realize that he’d need a few things. He couldn’t very well make do with the few things she’d bought him so far. His making friends with the girl, Tina, had complicated things in a way she hadn’t anticipated. She couldn’t just keep him locked up in the house all the time now. The girl knew about his living there and there’d be questions. Renie didn’t realize how complicated it would be.

To Heather, Tina said, "You’re going to need lots of clothes for school. I’ll help you pick out some things." She just assumed.

School! Renie didn’t know how she was going to handle that issue but he certainly couldn’t go off every day to school. "I’ve decided to send heather to a private school. I think it will be better for her, at least for the first year." That sounded plausible as she said it.

Tina was as shocked as Walter. He didn’t understand why she played out the lie. He knew she had to send him back to his Uncle soon. She couldn’t keep him a prisoner indefinitely. How he would handle that happening he had no idea but he’d have to think of something.

"Private school. Like with uniforms and all that?" Tina asked, disappointed. How awful for Heather.

"Sure." Renie said with a smile. "She’ll like it."

Tina didn’t want to say any more about it. Private school sounded awful to her but she decided she shouldn’t put it down any more in front of Heather.

"Let’s go find you a dress for dinner tonight." Now Carol and Renie led the way.

Renie found the perfect dress in the third store they tried. Along the way they bought a few other things for the boy. She only bought him outfits that would make him look the way she wanted him to now, sweet and demure. The dress was the only exception. It was a sexy little black dress that looked marvelous on him. With the right accessories, he’d look stunning.

They spent the entire afternoon going in and out of the stores. Carol even bought him a few things. The women were really pleased as they took all the packages upstairs when they got home.

Walter was as thrilled. He said goodbye to Tina out on the sidewalk before going up. "I’m really glad you came with us." He told her. He had gotten to know her better and he really liked the girl. She seemed to like him too.

"I’ll give you a call tomorrow night." She told Heather with a smile as she headed home.

Walter watched her walk away, thinking to himself that he wished he could really be himself with her. He liked her a lot.

"Don’t you think the dress is a little much for him?" Carol asked when they were alone for the first time.

"No, he looks fantastic in it." Renie argued.

"I didn’t mean that. He looked wonderful but to go out with you and Howie? Don’t you think you’re over doing it a little?"

Renie was really beginning to regret have let Carol in on the whole thing. She was too sympathetic toward the boy. "No, it’s perfect." She insisted. End of discussion.

"Heather and I need to get ready to go out now. Why don’t you give me a call tomorrow and I tell you how it went." Renie wanted her to leave

She couldn’t believe Renie was telling her to go. She had planned on helping the boy get ready. She wanted to help him. He needed her. Carol was more than a little annoyed with Renie as she picked up her purse from the table and turned for the door.

"You’re leaving?" Walter asked as he came into the living room. He thought she was going out to dinner with them.

"I have things I have to do." Carol said with a smile. She gave Renie a dirty look, over his shoulder as she gave the boy a hug. "You have a nice time tonight." With that, she turned an left.

Now Walter was worried. He didn’t want to be alone with Renie.

"Go on in and start to get ready. I’ll be in to help you in a few minutes." Renie told him. Renie’s thoughts were elsewhere. She knew now that she was going to have to cut Carol out of the picture somehow. She was going to be a problem if she learned Renie’s plan to keep the boy.

Walter sat nervously waiting on the couch, all ready to go. His new black clutch bag lay on the couch beside him.

He actually felt a little excited about going out now. In the store, the dress intrigued him. He felt he actually looked nice in it. Now, with his hair up, wearing his black stockings and his pearl jewelry, wearing the new perfume Carol bought him today, he looked and felt really pretty. He was amazed at how much nicer he looked with his hair up the way Renie did it for him. Heather was actually a pretty girl and he felt he was beginning to play the part well.

Renie really had to hurry. She had spent too much time getting the boy ready, but it had been worth it. She couldn’t wait for Howie to see him. She didn’t have too long to wait.

Howie wasn’t thrilled about having her niece tag along tonight. When, as she came up the steps, he saw the girl sitting there on Renie’s couch he gave it more thought. He expected the worst and this was not just some gawky looking schoolgirl.

Walter was surprised by the doorbell. He’d been reading a magazine and it startled him. He wondered who it could be?

Renie heard the bell too. "Heather, come here." She wasn’t ready for Howie to see her.

Walter stopped in her bedroom doorway.

"Be and angel Heather and let Howie in." She wasn’t worried about handing him the key. He wasn’t going anywhere.

"Who’s ‘Howie’." Walter asked, taking the key from her hand. He didn’t want some guy seeing him. But that was silly. Did he think there wasn’t going to be any guys at the restaurant they were going to?

"He’s just a friend. He the one who’s taking us out to dinner." It was time for him to know. "Now hurry up and let him in. It’s really rude to keep a man waiting young lady." She smiled as she said it.

He really didn’t want to let the man in.

"You must be Heather. I’m Howie." Howie said as he stepped through the door, closing it behind him.

"It’s nice to meet you." Walter replied. Looking down. He couldn’t bear to look the man in the eye. For just a split second he had thought about bolting out the door, but the big guy filled the opening and then it was too late.

"I still can’t believe that Renie has a niece as old as you." He said, giving the girl the once over. Nice figure, he thought to himself as his eyes ran over the girl’s curves in the figure flattering short dress.

What was he supposed to say to that? Walter felt so self conscious. It didn’t disturb him earlier, with Tina, that the dress was so short. It bothered him now.

"So you two have introduced yourselves already." Renie said, coming into the living room. She put her arms around Howie’s neck and gave him a kiss. Then she looked over at the boy and smiled. She hadn’t missed the way he looked at Heather as she came into the room. It was wonderful. The boy looked so embarrassed. It was great.

Renie was not so careless as to forget the key. Walter, just standing there sort of dumfounded, was still holding it. She took it from his hand.

Walter wanted to go back to his room. He was really uncomfortable around this guy. He was a big man. He towered over Walter and he had a weight lifter’s build. That was obvious, even in a suit. He didn’t like the way the man looked at him.

Renie wasn’t about to let him leave them. In fact, she instigated small talk that included him. It was precious to see him try to carry on a conversation with Howie. Renie even enjoyed the way Howie looked at her Heather. She thought to herself, wouldn’t it be marvelous if she could get Howie to make love to the boy? That would be too much to hope for though.

He was quite content to get into the back seat of the man’s car. They still didn’t leave him alone with Renie including him in their conversation. The guy surprised him, the way he wanted to talk.

Howie thought she was adorable. It wasn’t just her cute figure in the sexy dress. It wasn’t the fact that she had a pretty face. There was something about the girl that he found endearing. She was so shy, so introverted. A girl so pretty should have an outgoing personality. He tried to draw her out.

The valet opened his door for him when they arrived at the restaurant. Renie took Howie’s arm and to Walter’s dismay, the man offered him his other arm and escorted the two ‘women’ into the restaurant.

He felt the eyes on him as they were led to their table. It was so strange to know that there were men watching him, maybe even admiring him.

Howie was, if nothing else, a gentleman. While the matre’d seated Renie he took delight in seating Walter. It was embarrassing at first, being treated like a lady but he found he enjoyed it as the dinner continued.

Walter was very careful to try to act the way he knew he should. He displayed his best table manners, sitting there with one hand in his lap, on his napkin. He was careful how he ate, mimicking Renie. He didn’t want anyone to wonder about him just because he of the way he ate.

Howie continued to pay attention to the young lady through dinner, making pleasant conversation. As he got to know her he started to tease her a little, the way he was accustomed to doing with most of the women he knew. He was never rude, he just kept things light.

It occurred to Renie that under other circumstances she would have been jealous over the attention her date was paying to another woman. Not tonight. Tonight she thoroughly enjoyed it.

After the waiter came to take their dessert order Renie suggested that she needed to use the ladies room and asked Heather to join her.

Walter was reluctant but agreed. It was neat to have Howie get up as the two of them rose to go to the bathroom.

The ladies room was too busy for them to have open conversation but that didn’t stop Renie completely. "Are you having a good time?" She asked him.

He didn’t want to make her angry or get her guard up. "Yes, this is a wonderful restaurant."

"I’m glad." It was obvious that he was playing along with her. He really didn’t have a choice. "What do you think of Howie?"

"He’s really nice." He replied, trying to look as though he meant it. He could have done without the man’s teasing.

"He seems really taken with you." She remarked as they stepped up to the mirrors. "I think you need to fix your lipstick Heather." She was taking hers from her purse.

Walter didn’t say anything. He dug his lipstick out of his bag and followed her lead.

It was difficult for him not to feel weird being in the ladies room but he managed not to stare at other women. He was glad to get out of there.

Walter had ordered the veal and while his appetite had been ravenous he found that he couldn’t finish even the small portion he’d been given. It tasted wonderful but his stomach had shrunken so much that he just couldn’t eat it all. Desert was out of the question. He had tea, at Renie’s suggestion.

Walter felt much more at ease as they left the restaurant. He looked straight ahead, ignoring the looks from the men they passed. It was getting easier.

It was only ten o’clock and Walter worried that the two might have other plans for the evening. He was relieved when Howie drove them straight home.

"I’m a little tired. I think I’ll go to bed." He told the pair as they stood in the living room." He knew Renie couldn’t very well say no. It would appear too odd in front of her boyfriend.

That was fine with Renie. "Good night Heather." She told him. She went to him and hugged him, giving him a kiss on his cheek. It looked good in front of Howie.

"Good night Heather." Howie said with a smile.

Walter wasn’t prepared for the man to hug him too. It felt so strange. Politely he said, "Thank you for dinner."

"It was my pleasure Heather. Perhaps we could all do something together next weekend." Howie suggested to the two girls.

Renie spoke up quickly. "That would be delightful."

No way, Walter thought to himself.

"It’s a date then." Howie said with a grin.

He felt odd as he closed his bedroom door behind him. He walked over to the mirror and stared at his reflection. Did he really look that good in his little black dress. He told himself earlier that he did, but had that just been wishful thinking, to convince himself? After the attention he’d gotten from Howie and the stares from people in the restaurant, he had to wonder.

His bed was still covered with the clothes they had bought him that afternoon. After slipping out of his dress and hanging it carefully in his closet, he took the tags off his new clothes and tried on several of the pretty things Renie bought him that afternoon. It wasn’t just his need to pass as a girl he realized as he modeled the clothes in front of the mirror. He was pretty, prettier than a lot of the girls he’d known.

He finally put foolish thoughts aside and got ready for bed. He didn’t cheat and brushed his hair the full hundred strokes. He moisturized, using the Oil of Olay he talked Renie into buying him that afternoon. He slid under his covers in the silky, lace trimmed nightgown.

As he lay there in the dark, waiting for sleep, he heard Renie and Howie come down the hall and go into Renie’s room. Good, he thought. At least she might leave him alone that night.

Walter awoke Monday morning to Renie stroking his head. She smiled down at him and said, "Come with me." He took the woman’s hand and let her lead him across the hall to her bed. For just an instant he wondered if he’d discover that Howie had spent the night. He was relieved to find her bed empty, but not for long.

The next three days were hell for Walter. Each day he’d cook for Renie, do her laundry and clean her apartment. Each afternoon she’d make him do aerobics and whenever the whim hit her, no matter what he happened to be doing, she’d take him to her bedroom.

She took great delight in using her toy in him after he’d done for her whatever she wanted. His insides had to be bruised, he was sore almost all the time.

Monday evening Carol came in after she got off work. She helped him fix dinner and spent a lot of time talking to him about himself. Renie had warned him not to say anything to her about their unique relationship. She made it very clear what would happen to him if he did. Walter was very careful not to let on. He was glad in a way that Carol didn’t know. The fact that Renie didn’t want her to find out told him that she wouldn’t approve. He would have hated to think that Carol would have condoned it.

Tuesday and Wednesday were no different than Monday except Carol didn’t come in. He missed her.

Thursday morning, like the past few, he woke up in Renie’s bed. Renie enjoyed sex in the morning as much as at night. They didn’t shower immediately after the way they normally did. He made her breakfast first.

She was allowing him to eat a little now. She told him he needed to maintain his weight now, that he didn’t need to lose any more. Walter agreed but he didn’t tell her that. He was pleased with his figure and the aerobics he’d been doing each day was firming him up. He’d been having a piece of toast and juice with her at breakfast. He still had to have his shake though.

When he finished cleaning up she took him to his room. "I have to go out for a little while. You be a good girl while I’m gone." She told him.

What else could he do, locked in his bedroom. The bars on the windows would keep him from escaping. She was gone for hours. When she came back she didn’t offer to tell him where she’d gone or what she did.

Walter showered and got dressed. He went through the closet, trying on one outfit after another. He tried them all, curious to see how he looked in them. He struggled with it for a while but he managed to do his hair up, the way Renie had done it for him Sunday night.

Finally he decided it was time to stop playing around. He was annoyed with himself for what he was doing. He was upset that he allowed himself to get caught up in what Renie was doing to him. It was unsettling that he enjoyed now, trying to look as pretty as the girl they pretended he was.

The most unflattering thing he could find to put on was the jeans and even they looked so feminine on him, the way they looked sprayed on. The nearest thing to a shirt was the red silk camp shirt.

There was nothing he could do with his hair that didn’t make him look like a girl. He gave up and pulled it back, holding it with one of his big clips. He wasn’t going to put on makeup but then that would only piss off Renie when she came home.

He was just sitting on his bed with he heard her come in the front door. He thought sure she’d come straight to his room but he heard her go in her bedroom and close the door. It was another forty five minutes till she unlocked his door.

He was a little afraid when she saw how he was dressed. The look of disappointment was unmistakable. "Heather, you need to change. We’re going out."

"Where’re we going?" He asked, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

"It’s a surprise. Why don’t you put on your blue dress."

He pretended to be agreeable. "Ok." He said with a smile as he got up and went to the closet. There was no way he could escape from the apartment. It could only happen when they were away from there. He was more than willing to go out with Renie.

She had a really good morning. For days, Renie had been wracking her brain to find a way to keep the boy. The boy’s uncle would be expecting him home in a few days and she wasn’t ready to give him up. The pleasures of the past few days made her more positive than ever that he was just what she wanted.

She had the best of all worlds. She had someone to cook and clean. She had someone, someone very special to act out her fantasy with. He was docile and oh so feminine now. He was perfect. She relished the way it felt to have him please her and she enjoyed forcing him to be her little sex slave. It was exciting to screw him and have him react the way he did. It was such a turn on. No, she refused to give him up.

Renie was quite sure, from what she’d seen, that the Uncle and the boy didn’t get along very well. She had seen that when she went to him that first time. Using that knowledge, she had gone to see him that morning.

"What kind of trouble is he in?" Jack asked gruffly. He wasn’t used to being woken up so early.

"He broke into one the instructor’s rooms and took some things."

Jack wanted to know, "Was the instructor a man or a woman.

Why was that important, Renie wondered? "A woman."

Now he thought he knew why the boy did it. "So what do you want me to do?" He asked belligerently.

"Nothing." Renie really disliked the man. "I just came to ask if it would be alright with you if Walter went to counseling. We’d like a chance to work with him for a while. We’d like to see if we can help him through whatever it is that’s bothering him." This way she was sure she could hang on to him indefinitely.

That was fine with Jack. He didn’t want the sick little pervert back in his house. "Keep him. I don’t care."

That was just what she wanted to hear. "We’ll need authority from you to treat him, his birth certificate for our records and a temporary custody agreement." She wanted to be sure to cover it all, in case something came up. She wanted legal grounds to keep him.

"Ok, fine." Jack had enjoyed having the boy gone for the past few weeks. He didn’t like taking care of him and then there was the way he’d been acting. That thing with dressing up as a girl. It was sick and Jack really didn’t want to deal with it. At least with him away from the freaks he’d been hanging around with, that blond, he wouldn’t be able to dress up the way he had.

That was all she needed. "I’ll bring over the papers to be signed in a few days." She wanted to get out of there, away from the Uncle. Renie had certainly been right about this guy. He didn’t care a damn about the boy. Perfect.

Renie dealt with getting the ball rolling immediately. She stopped at her lawyer’s office and gave them the details to get the documents drawn up to give her custody of a girl named Heather Hastings.

Her next chore she handled easily. They were surprised when she showed up at her office. She explained that she wanted done to Bill in the graphics department. It was just a prank she told him. She wanted him to reproduce the birth certificate except she wanted the name Walter Hastings replaced with the name ‘Heather Hastings’.

Bill worked for the woman and although he felt doing something like this was sort of illegal, he didn’t argue. He knew what the woman was like and if he wanted to keep his job, he’d do whatever she asked. He wasn’t about to tell anyone what he was doing.

Renie was sure she could get the uncle to sign the documents without reading them. It was imperative that he not see the name on the papers. She knew he drank heavily so it she went back there late in the evening she was sure to find him home drunk.

"I just thought you might like to get out for the afternoon." Renie said as the walked to the car. "It’s such a beautiful day."

It was that, he had to agree. The sun was shining and there was a gentle breeze. It had rained early that morning and the air was clean and fresh. All and all, Walter felt pretty good.

"I love your hair that way." Renie commented as they got in the car. She had suggested he try wearing the white bow in it. It looked adorable with his outfit. His navy dress had a white collar and white polkadots. He wore his low white heals. He looked as sweet as could be.

"Thanks." He said with a smile. As much as he hated to play along with her, he did agree. He really liked the way he looked that morning.

Renie had no particular destination in mind that morning. She thought it might be fun to take him sightseeing, knowing he’d seen little of Boston since moving there. Knowing he’d be with her now for as long as she wanted, Renie was feeling quite happy.

She drove him around Boston Harbor, pointing out historic landmarks. They went through downtown then to the outskirts of the city where they drove around several of the larger college campuses.

Walter could have done without the sightseeing tour but it was great to be out.

"How about we get a bit of lunch and do a little window shopping?" Renie suggested. She took him to one of the trendier malls.

"That’d be nice." Walter replied sweetly. It was so hard pretending to be congenial.

Walter wasn’t beyond being embarrassed in crowds of people but it was getting easier. The stares, as they were escorted to a table, didn’t get to him. He grew more self confident with each experience.

Walter made up his mind as they ate their meal in the busy restaurant. It was just the two of them in the midst of all these people. What could she do to him here? She couldn’t very well use the stunner on him, not in plain sight of everyone? She couldn’t force him to leave with her. All he had to do was stand his ground and he’d be free of her.

Renie paid the bill and started to get up to go. She couldn’t help but notice that the boy made no effort rise from his chair. "Come on sweetheart. The stores await." She said with a smile.

"I’m not going." He announced with conviction. He just sat there with his hands in his lap.

Renie was a little taken back. She dropped back into her chair. "What’s wrong? Do you feel ill?" She didn’t understand.

"No. I’m just not going with you." The look of surprise on her face thrilled him.

Renie reached into her purse and wrapped her fingers around the stunner. She looked around at the people seated around them and pulled her hand from her bag. She stared across the table at him, thinking.

"Alright then. Where do you think you’re going to go?" She asked coldly.

Needless to say, he’d given that question a lot of thought. He still hadn’t come up with an answer. He couldn’t go home, if that’s what you called his Uncle’s house. There was only one place he could go and that was Linda’s. The problem was what would he do when he got there, if she did take him in. It would be the same, living as a girl. How could he go back to being what he was, just Walter, a man?.

Linda was his only option. She’d help him sort things out and he had a lot to sort out. Still, he couldn’t tell Renie his plan. He wasn’t so naive as to think she wouldn’t follow him there and force him to return to her place with her. He was sure he’d never again see the light of day. She’d never let him out again.

"None of your business." He said, trying to sound brave.

Renie laughed out loud. "Don’t be foolish Heather. You’ve got no where to go. What would you do? Go back to you’re uncle’s? I don’t think so. You want to live on the streets? I don’t think you’d like that very much. The street people would have quite a time with you dear." Renie was feeling pretty smug.

He had enough doubts without her adding that vision of what might become of him. Still, he couldn’t back down now. "I’ll think of something." He insisted.

"I don’t think so Heather. You’re going to come home with me." There was actually something exciting about him trying to stand up to her. He hadn’t acted this way in quite awhile. She was actually afraid he was losing the will to resist and that would have been a shame, taking much of the thrill out of their relationship.

"No I’m not." He said a little louder than he probably should. A few people looked up at the sound of his voice and looked over at the girl and young woman, apparently in the midst of an argument.

"Is there something else I can get you." The waiter asked the women. He had given the older of the two her change but they continued to sit there. There were others waiting for a table. He needed to clean it.

"We really should go now Heather." Renie said to him with a smile for the waiter. Her intent was to make his behavior appear childish and she knew she was succeeding. People were watching them.

"Is there a problem?" The waiter asked, hanging around.

Walter was beginning to feel foolish and a little conspicuous. He hadn’t intended to draw attention to himself.

"No, everything’s fine. My niece and I are leaving now. Come on dear." Renie stood up and waited for him to move.

What could he do? He couldn’t just sit there. Everyone was watching him now and the waiter was waiting. He had to get up or draw even more attention to himself.

Walter rose, slung his purse over his shoulder and started for the door. He didn’t wait for Renie who was right on his heels. He was going to just walk away from her.

Renie could guess what he had in mind and she had no intention of letting him get away. She matched his quick pace and walked along side him. Sooner or later they would find themselves in slightly less crowed surroundings and she had her stunner in her hand inside her purse.

He ignored her urgings to ease up and slow down. He would have run if it wouldn’t have made him so conspicuous. His first thought had been to lose her in the crowds but there weren’t that many people in the mall. He was having his doubts about what to do.

Renie was patient and it paid off. He was walking aimlessly, looking for a way to get away from her. She was ready when the opportunity presented itself.

Walter turned into a store. It was hopeless, trying to get away out in the open mall concourse. Maybe, between the racks of clothes in one of the stores, he could lose her. The dress department had the highest racks.

Renie could have laughed at the way he was acting. She stayed right with him and as soon as she was sure that no one could see her she made her move. She was quick and did what she had to then put the stunner away quickly.

"Just relax and breath deeply." She said to the boy, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, as she knelt down beside him on the floor. In a louder voice she called out, "Could someone help me please?" She made it sound urgent, but not panicked. In the boy’s condition, she would need help to get him to her car. She’d given him quite a jolt that time.

Walter couldn’t think straight. He was still too groggy to even know what had happened. He just laid there on the floor, trying to get his breath.

One of the saleswomen heard the call for help and came upon the woman leaning over the girl. "What’s wrong? Is she alright? Do you want an ambulance?"

Renie looked up at the older woman and said, "No, we’ll be alright. She just needs a moment to catch her breath."

"What happened?" The woman wanted to know.

"My niece just had a little seizure. She’ll be alright in a moment." Renie looked down at the boy then back to the woman. "Do you suppose there’d be any way that I could ask someone to go get my car and bring it around to that exit over there? I don’t know how I’d get her through the mall and back to the car by myself and I don’t want to leave her."

The request sounded reasonable enough to the woman. "Let me go get someone. I’ll be right back." She went to find her manager.

The were close to the dressing room and Renie could see chairs. She put her arms around the boy’s shoulders and helped him too his feet. It was a little difficult but she managed to walk him to one of the chairs. It was a good thing he’d lost so much weigh, she thought to herself.

Walter stared to become more coherent. Now he knew what had happened to him. He was about to say something when he felt the cold metal prongs against his leg. This time he blacked out.

Renie couldn’t take the chance that he’d blurt out the wrong thing. She could see that he was coming around. There was no one around, the woman hadn’t returned yet. She gave him enough of a jolt to keep him quiet for a little longer.

"She looks so pale. Are you sure you don’t want me to call you an ambulance?" The sales woman had given the woman’s keys, a description of the car and where it could be found to her manager. It would only take a few minutes for her to bring it around to the exit.

"No, but thank you for being so kind. Heather will be alright. It was just a little seizure. She has them occasionally, despite her medication. She’ll be fine when I get her home. I’m sure." Renie laughed to herself. He was so cocky, so sure of himself. She just hoped she hadn’t broken his spirit. She wanted him docile and obedient but a little cockiness was good too. It made it more exciting.

They helped him to the car. Renie had no trouble with him on the way home. He was too weak to try anything. She got him upstairs without a problem. He was stronger by the time they got home. She took him right to his room.

"You were a very bad girl today Heather. I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you Dear." Now all she had to decide was how. "I want you to undress and get into your bed. I’ll be back to check on you in a little while."

Walter was heartsick as he watched her close his door and heard her lock it. He had his chance and he blew it. Would she ever give him another? He doubted it.

He had other things to think about. What was the punishment she was going to levy on him? Walter didn’t waist a minute getting undressed, washed up and into his bed. He had given her enough reason to be angry with him. He didn’t want to give her any more.

All the time he’d spent, trying to convince her that he was happy where he was, happy with what she turned him into, was for nothing. He was right back where he started.

Renie knew what she wanted to do to him. The problem was she wasn’t sure how to go about it. She wanted to find him a boyfriend. Someone who would be happy to take care of his special needs. Where to find someone like that was the problem. She was determined to find that special someone, just the same. She started with the phone book. She looked up escort services.

He’d been nervously waiting in his bed all afternoon when she finally returned to his room. She’d been on the phone most of the time. It had to have rung a half dozen times. He wondered what she was doing?

Renie still pretended to be angry with him when she was really quite pleased. "The least you can do is try to make up for behaving so badly before." She told him, standing at the foot of his bed. "Come with me. You can paint my toes for me." She had planned on doing them tonight anyway. Why not let him do them for her?

Walter got up without a word and followed her to her room. Painting her toe nails wasn’t the only thing he did for her.

After, Renie was particularly abusive with him. She told him it was his punishment. She enjoyed seeing him lie there sobbing afterwards. "You’re going to behave yourself from now on, aren’t you?"

"I will, I’m sorry." He answered without hesitation, through his tears.

"I know you are dear but you just have to learn that this is where you belong now, here with me. You be a good girl and we’ll both be much happier." She knew she sounded condescending but that’s how she wanted to come across. "You can see how futile it is to try and run away.

She made him have a salad for dinner, even though he insisted he wasn’t hungry. Afterwards she put him back in her bed for the night. Later, she would join him.

In the morning, Renie acted as if nothing had happened. The day passed as the days had earlier in the week. Walter didn’t give up hope. He just didn’t want to anger her anymore. He tried to anticipate her wishes and be responsive.

The difference in the boy was obvious. She knew what was going on and savored the pleasure it brought her.

After dinner she told him to shower and put on one something comfortable. That meant he didn’t have to go to her bed so he was more than willing. He didn’t know why and he didn’t ask. He just did as he was told. His leggings and crop top were what he chose.

The two of them settled down in the living room to watch TV. Renie kept looking at her watch. The young man was due at eight and it was nearly that time.

It had taken a dozen phone calls. Some were embarrassing but she finally found the service she was looking for. She got three call backs from young men. Peter was the one she selected. He was twenty years old and gay. When she told him what she wanted he sounded the most excited of the three. The others, also gay, were not too enthused about the boy being a transvestite when Renie explained the situation. Peter was.

She was on pins and needles. Walter would not be told that the young man was a prostitute. They agreed upon a story to tell the boy. Peter was to be the son of a friend with visited her from time to time. They would tell Heather that he was a college student that worked for her during the summers. His visit would appear unplanned. He would not let on that he knew Heather’s secret. Renie wanted him to court her niece over the next couple of days. She wasn’t going to let Walter go out with Peter without her around so the young couple would double date with her and Howie. It was all set up. Howie was delighted that Renie had set aside the whole weekend for him and that her niece had a friend to join them.

Renie finally heard footfalls on the steps a few minutes after eight. The boy, watching TV, didn’t seem to notice. Renie hoped that they young man was at least good looking but she knew that, to be successful in his profession, he had to be at least presentable. She would have liked to meet him first but time didn’t really allow for that.

Walter jumped at the sound of the doorbell. He wasn’t sure what he should do. "Do you want me to go to my room?" He asked Renie, starting to get up.

"No, that’s alright. Just relax. I’ll see who it is." Renie got up and went to the door. Peter was better than she had hoped for. He was tall, tan, blond and handsome.

A nod told him he was in the right place. "Well hello Peter. How have you been?"

"Just fine Miss Owens. Is this a bad time?" He asked with a wink.

"No, not at all. My niece and I were just watching some television. Come on in."

Walter had no idea who the guy was or why Renie invited him in. They were introduced and the young man sat down on the couch beside him. He was told the story of their relationship and had no reason to disbelieve it.

"Would you like some thing to drink Peter? A soda or something?" Renie offered. She was pleased with her choice. Peter was polite and well mannered. He made a good impression.

Walter was very uncomfortable sitting there in his spandex outfit next to the guy. It hid nothing of his figure and the guy was fairly obvious in the way he looked at him. Walter excused himself and went to the kitchen where Renie was pouring them all sodas. "I think I should go to my room." He suggested.

"Don’t be silly Sweetheart. Visit with us." He was obviously uncomfortable. That was adorable.

"Shouldn’t I go put something else on?" He hoped she’s say yes.

"You’re fine. Don’t be silly. Here, take this in to Peter. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes. " She handed him the two glasses of soda she’d poured. She wanted to leave the two alone. That would force them to talk.

Reluctantly, Walter took them and returned to the living room.

Walter felt very weird trying to make conversation with Peter. He seemed nice enough, very open and talkative. Under other circumstances, Walter might actually have liked the guy. It was just awkward making conversation with him, pretending the way he was.

It had seemed difficult at first with Tina too but he got over it. He remembered what Carol had told him and tried to relax a little. The guy didn’t know his secret, he could get away with it.

Renie listened from the hallway. Peter did most of the talking with Walter getting in a few words here and there. She stalled as long as she could, giving him time to break the ice. He was a very smooth talker. Renie was impressed with how he handled Heather.

It got easier. They were talking about the courses he was going to be taking during the coming semester at school when Renie came back in. She encouraged Peter to go on.

Peter wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with is life. He was heavy into his majors toward his AA degree. Walter had always thought he’d go on to college and it was interesting to hear about Peter’s experiences his first two years at school.

Walter imagined himself becoming an electrical engineer. He learned that Peter had the same aspirations in the beginning but had to drop out of that program because it was too demanding with his other responsibilities. He lived off campus and his mother lived alone. Peter had to help with expenses so he had to work a full time job. It was just too much to work and keep up with the demanding homework.

Renie laughed to herself as she listened to him talk. He certainly had an interesting occupation. She wondered how much of it was true.

Walter seemed much more relaxed than when Peter first arrived. He was sitting with his legs tucked under him on one end of the couch and Peter was at the other. For the past half hour Renie hardly had to say a word to keep the conversation going. She was sure that Walter was enjoying having someone there to talk to other than her.

They had set up a game plan. He’d been there about an hour when Peter suggested he better go. "I didn’t mean to come over and bend your ear for so long." He smiled at Heather.

Peter had been told that the boy he was to try and seduce was a transvestite but he never imagined he’d look and act so much like a girl. The boy was intriguing. He fanaticized what it would be like to make love to him.

"No, you don’t have to go yet do you." Renie asked. "Why don’t you keep Heather company and watch some television. I have some things I need to do inside. After two weeks off from work I have a lot to do to get ready for Monday."

Peter looked to the boy. What did he say?

Walter wondered if he hadn’t made a friend. It was certainly better than spending the evening with Renie. Having him there made him a little uncomfortable but it wasn’t so bad. They were just going to watch TV. "Sure, please stay." He said sheepishly.

Her plan had worked. Renie was content to go inside and let the guy work on Heather.

"All I’ve done is talk about me." Peter commented when they were alone. "Why don’t you tell me a little about you? You’re what? A Senior?"

"A Junior." Walter told him.

"Where?"

He didn’t know if he’d ever go back to school. If he did, he prayed it wouldn’t be as Heather. He told the guy the story Renie had told Tina, about private school. Surprisingly, Peter reacted as though private school was a good thing. He encouraged him when he realized that Walter wasn’t thrilled about it.

He was very easy to talk to. When he wasn’t talking he listened to Peter’s every word. It wasn’t just the words that he heard though, but the emotional undertones as well. Peter seemed so sensitive.

Walter told Peter the story of how he lost his parents and then moved to Boston to live with his ‘Aunt’.

Peter had lost his father a little over a year ago. He could sympathize. Walter found he had a lot in common with the guy.

It was almost eleven when Renie came back out and joined them. Peter knew that was his que. "I better get going." He announced, getting up from the couch. He thanked Renie for the soda then turned to the boy. "I really enjoyed the talk." He told him. "Maybe we could talk some more, another time." He pretended to be shy about asking.

Walter didn’t even stop to think about it. "I’d like that."

Renie was thrilled. "What are you doing tomorrow Peter?" She asked.

He took the question in stride. "I didn’t have any plans. I told Mom I’d go over and help her around the house in the morning." They had talked about this on the phone but he actually was going to do what he told them.

"A friend of mine is taking us to the track tomorrow. If you’re not busy, maybe you’d like to come along." Renie suggested as though the thought just occurred to her.

Peter looked to the boy, for his reaction.

It sure beat spending the day with just Renie and Howie. The man made him a little uncomfortable. It would be nice to have a friend along. Someone he could talk to. "Please." Walter said with an encouraging smile.

"Sure, I’d like that." He gave a smile in return.

"Should we pick you up?" Renie asked, following their plan.

"No, that’s too far out of your way. I’ll meet you here." That gave him the excuse to come back afterwards.

"My friend is picking us up at one." Renie told him.

"I’ll be here at about a quarter to."

"Fine." It was set.

At the door Renie slipped him the folded bills, the agreed upon amount. "He’s adorable." Peter whispered to Renie.

"I think he likes you." Renie whispered back. "You were great."

"See you tomorrow Peter, good night."

"He’s a really nice boy. His mother and I have been friends a long time." She said to Heather. "You two seemed to get along well." She didn’t over do it as she turned off the television and the lights.

"He’s nice." Walter agreed. He didn’t want to sound as if he was anyone special. She didn’t leave him many pleasures. He was delighted that Peter would be going with them tomorrow but he didn’t want Renie to know that.

Walter was a little surprised with Renie as she stood in his door and said goodnight. He just assumed he’d sleep in her bed, as usual. He didn’t argue and breathed a sigh of relief as she closed and locked his door. He would sleep in his own bed that night.

Walter waited in the morning for her to come for him. She always did. He’d been up for hours but just laid around in his nightie, expecting her. When she came to let him out she was showered dresses and had her makeup on. He was shocked and pleased but he was careful not to let it show.

"Come on slowpoke, get dressed. I’m hungry." She said, standing in the doorway.

Walter raced to get ready.

Peter was true to his word and was at the door at a quarter to one. Walter was ready and greeted him with Renie. Walter was dressed casually in the only denim skirt he had and a print tank top. Renie told him what to wear, as always.

"You look really nice." Peter told Heather, after saying hello.

It made Walter feel funny to hear it but it was nice to be complemented that way. He had spent a little more time than usual to do his makeup and hair.

Howie was on time and they were off. They took his car.

Although Renie didn’t let him out of her sight, Walter actually had a good time. It wasn’t like Peter was his date or anything. They just enjoyed each others company. He was easy to talk to and he was funny. Walter couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed.

Walter found that he liked Howie better that day too. The man was really nice to him. As he had last time they met, he had a lot of fun teasing him and kidding around. It was comical when his jokes carried sexual undertones. Walter would have loved to see the look on his face if he could tell him who he really was. Howie would have been mortified.

Howie placed bets for them, but they picked their horses. Peter was the first to win on a horse that came in third. Howie, who apparently knew a lot about the horses, won on the next race. On the fifth race it was Walter’s turn. He had bet his horse to win and it did. He won fifty dollars. He was shocked and excited.

He lost the next three, dropping fifteen of his winnings but on the seventh he picked the horse that came in second. It only paid twenty.

Between the excitement with winning and having such a good time with Peter he almost forgot about the situation he was in. By the time they left the track, late in the afternoon, he was in better spirits than he’d been in a very long time.

It was when they were leaving, weaving through the crowds, that Peter took his hand in his. Walter instinctively pulled away at the feel of someone touching him. When he realized it was Peter he felt sort of bad that he’d reacted that way.

"I’m sorry Heather. I didn’t mean to scare you."

"That’s alright, you just surprised me. I didn’t know it was you." It wasn’t as though he was saying it was alright but Peter took it that way. The next thing Walter knew, Peter’s fingers were intertwined in his, they were holding hands as they walked to the parking lot.

He couldn’t pull away with out hurting his feelings and he couldn’t tell him what was wrong. So the two walked side by side like a happy couple.

Peter opened his door for him and put him in the car. Walter thought it was comical but wiped the grin of his face before anyone saw it.

The plan was, so he’d been told, he and Renie would go back home and shower and change while the men did the same. They’d be back to pick them up at seven and the four of them would go out for a casual dinner and a movie. The plans were Renie’s and Howie’s, of course.

Walter had been the one to invite Peter. It was at the track that Renie suggested it, just after Walter had won the fifty dollars. He was pretty happy at that point and it seemed like a great idea at the time. Now, as he showered and did his hair, Walter wasn’t so sure.

He wore the navy dress. The one with the tiny white flowers and the white lace collar. He had on his low white heals and a small white bow in his hair. He looked so sweet and pretty as he stood in front of the mirror and wondered how he got into the predicament he was in? Now he was going on a date and he felt really strange about it. He told himself it wasn’t really a date, he was just going out with a friend.

To see Tina coming up the sidewalk as he and Peter came down the stairs was something of a shock. What made matters worse was that Peter was holding his hand again.

Walter introduced Peter to his friend, explaining that they were on their way to dinner.

Tina gave Walter a look. That look that you sometimes see girls exchange in front of a cute guy. She was happy for Heather, happy that she’d found a guy. She deserved to have a boyfriend after what she’d been through.

"I tried to call you a couple of times but I didn’t get an answer. I was just coming over to ask if you wanted to go out with Gina and I tonight but I guess I’m a little late." She said with a smile. "Call me tomorrow."

"I will." Walter promised. He had to hope that Renie would let him but she should. She seemed pretty happy with him at the moment. He wasn’t going to do anything to ruin that if he could help it.

"Maybe we’ll hit the pool tomorrow. It was nice to meet you Peter." Tina said as she turned to head home again.

"It was nice to meet you too Tina." Peter could understand how Heather had managed to fool his girlfriend. He was convincing enough to fool anyone. Anticipation was killing him.

Peter couldn’t resist telling Heather as they got to the car, "You really smell wonderful." He brushed up against him.

Walter wasn’t quite sure what to say. Peter thought he was complementing a girl, how was he to know. "Thank you." Walter said with a smile. It was funny.

The steak house was nothing like the fancy restaurant Howie took them to the week before. The four stood waiting for a table in the crowded lobby. Walter was just patiently waiting, standing in front of Peter, next to Renie. He jumped when Peter, from behind, put his hands around his waist.

Peter reacted to the boy’s surprise and took his hands away, "Did I tickle you, I’m sorry."

Walter looked back over his shoulder at Peter and realized it had been just an innocent show of affection. "No, you just surprised me." He told him, smiling weakly. He wasn’t as much upset by it as surprised, it was true.

What he didn’t anticipate was that Peter would only get closer as a result, and put his arm around his waist, pressing up against his back. Walter would have rathered he didn’t but he didn’t know what to say to him. After all, he had as much as told him he didn’t mind. It felt so strange to just stand there with him so close.

Walter knew he’d made a mistake when he smiled at Peter. He’d as much as given him permission to touch him. Now he didn’t know how to tell him not to.

"You have really pretty hair and it smells so good."

Walter could feel his breath on his cheek as Peter whispered in his ear.

Walter simply said, "Thanks." He didn’t want to encourage him any more than he had.

Renie pretended not to notice, but she didn’t miss the boy’s reaction. She loved the way the two of them looked, standing there so close together. They made a cute couple.

Walter was relieved when they were finally escorted to a table. Dinner went alright and when he and Renie excused themselves and went to the ladies room after, there was no mention by Renie of Peter’s show of affection. He knew she had to see it but she said nothing about it. Walter wasn’t sure how to react to that. She treated it as if it was nothing. He was relieved.

One innocent smile was all it took. Peter became more and more attentive. If he didn’t like the guy it would have been easier. It would have been too embarrassing to put an end to what he’d allowed to start. How could he explain?

They held hands as they waited to by tickets to the movies. When he wasn’t holding his hand, Peter’s arm was around him.

Peter was thoroughly enjoying himself. Heather was a delight. He realized that the boy was a little uncomfortable with his familiarity so he didn’t force himself on him. Through the movie he made lighthearted conversation about the show. He did all he could to keep Heather at ease, with his joking around.

It was late with the movie let out, almost twelve. Howie offered to take everyone out for desert but Renie said she would prefer they went back to her place for cake and coffee.

Renie and Peter had a brief conversation while the boy went to the bathroom. "Don’t press him tonight. The two of you are doing beautifully and I don’t want to spoil it just yet."

Peter was a little disappointed. "Why wait?" He’d found himself excited by Heather’s touch, more than once.

Renie explained, "I think it’s so adorable the way he’s reacting to you. Once he knows you know what he is, that’ll be it. I just want to cherish this a little while longer."

It wasn’t long before Howie and Renie excused themselves, leaving Peter there alone with him on the couch. He’d sat close since they got home and settled in the living room. Walter knew he had to wait for them to do their thing in the bedroom before Peter could leave. Walter actually had to make sure he wanted to stay since he had no way to let him out. How would he explain that to Peter?

They watched TV to pass the time as Walter watched the clock on the wall. It was unnerving, having Peter sit so close to him on the couch, his face only inches from his and his arm around his shoulder.

The movie they watched was ‘The Stakeout’. Peter seemed to really enjoy it, laughing and joking about the plot. During the scene when the woman finally comes on to the cop, Peter made his move. The arm around Heather’s shoulder squeezed and he pull him closer.

Walter turned to him, only a reflex, but when he did Peter’s lips were pursed and ready. The boy was so shocked that he didn’t react immediately and found himself being kissed, full on the lips by the guy. Walter, of course, didn’t respond in kind.

"I’m sorry." Peter confessed. "I shouldn’t have."

What was he going to say, ‘No, you shouldn’t.’ Walter didn’t know what to say. He said nothing, just turning away.

"It’s just that I really like you Heather. I’ve never met anyone quite like you." Peter had known several transvestites but none compared in beauty to Heather. They were always men pretending to be women. Heather was different. He was beautiful, sweet and demure. Peter was again suffering from an erection. He wanted Heather so badly.

Walter knew he had to say something. "I’m just not ready for this kind of thing." He tried to explain, looking for the right words. "Can’t we just be friends?" It sounded so corny.

Peter would have preferred that Heather want him as much as he desired the boy but he could be patient a little while longer. It was going to be hard but he was determined to make Heather want him. "I’m sorry. I was impulsive. I really want to get to know you better Heather. I want to be friends." He tactfully took his arm from Heather’s shoulder and moved away slightly, so he no longer sat pressed against him.

Walter breathed a small sigh of relief. "Me too." He admitted. He was relieved to have an understanding with Peter. The smile that had betrayed him earlier in the evening now cemented their friendship, or so Walter believed.

It was after one thirty when Renie and Howie reappeared from the bedroom. Walter and Peter were no longer watching Television, they were engrossed in lighthearted conversation.

Renie and Howie said goodnight at the front door while the younger couple said theirs just around the corner in the living room.

"I really had a nice time Heather." Peter confessed sincerely.

"So did I." Walter responded. The tension of earlier was gone now. He wasn’t afraid to show Peter his smile now.

"Would it be alright if I call you?" Peter asked hopefully.

To talk, to be friends? "Sure." Walter desperately needed friends. He had Tina but to have a guy friend seemed easier, now that they had an understanding.

"Maybe I’ll stop over tomorrow?" Peter suggested. Peter had a thought but he decided not to share it with Heather or the woman. Heather’s girlfriend asked him to go to the pool with her tomorrow. Maybe he’d come over and join them. He was anxious to see how the boy would get away with wearing a bathing suit.

"Ok. That’d be great." Walter had forgotten for the moment about Tina’s invitation.

Peter took the liberty of taking Heather’s hand in his a squeezing it. "Goodnight."

Walter didn’t pull away. Holding hands he could deal with. It was the other he couldn’t handle. Walter walked him to the door and said goodnight to his friend.

He’d had so much to deal with that he hadn’t given a thought to Renie for hours. Now that they were alone he had to deal with her again.

"Don’t take too long getting ready for bed Honey. I’ll be waiting for you." She told him sweetly. Walter had hoped that Howie had satisfied her but apparently not.

All sorts of thoughts whirled around in his head as he got ready for bed. He was relieved that he and Peter were still friends and only that. The evening had been very unsettling at first but it ended leaving Walter feeling good.

Renie intentionally didn’t make any remarks or asked about his date with Peter. She knew playing it down was the wiser course to take. If he even got a hint that she orchestrated it, he’d certainly feel resentment toward Peter. She was really happy with the way things were going. Let the courtship move ahead at a leisurely pace was the way to go.

He was surprised that all Renie wanted to do was go to sleep cuddled up with him. She was not as content when they woke up in the morning.

He was sore as he made her breakfast and did a few chores around the house. Walter waited till noon to tell Renie about Tina’s invitation to join her at the pool. Renie thought it was a great idea.

When he started to put on the bathing suit he’d worn the past Sunday Renie stopped him. "You can’t wear that one. You wore that the last time. Put on your other suit." She told him.

He reluctantly put the one piece away and tried on the revealing two piece Carol had worn. Walter wished that the woman were there. He hadn’t seen her all week and he wondered why she was staying away. He thought they were friends and that she was concerned about him.

Renie hadn’t bothered to tell the boy that she and Carol had words. Renie didn’t like her interfering and things had gone more her way with Carol out of the picture. She was also worried that the boy would confide in her the relationship he and Renie shared. Knowing how Carol would react, she mustn’t know.

Renie also didn’t want her to know about the arrangements she was making. She hadn’t worked out yet how she would keep Carol from discovering that they boy would be staying with her indefinitely. That had to remain a secret.

She had worked out most of the details of his continuing to live with her. He’d have the run of the apartment while she was gone to work. There was no way for him to get out of the apartment with the bars on the windows and locks on the doors. She had bought locks for each of the windows too. The full function phone would remain locked in her bedroom when she was away. He couldn’t call for help.

Her last bit of insurance that he wouldn’t try anything was to lock him out of his bedroom too. When she left the house in the morning, she’d leave him naked, with nothing lying around he could put on to cover himself. She was sure that would deter him from trying anything radical like breaking a window and calling for help. She was sure he wouldn’t want to be discovered naked.

He felt like he was wearing only a bra and panties when he walked to the pool with Renie. She didn’t think either of them needed a coverup so he felt very exposed.

Tina didn’t seem to think anything of it when they found her already waiting for him. The pool was by no means deserted and Walter could feel the eyes on him as they walked over to where Tina sat. He felt very selfconscious, as hard as he tired to pretend he wasn’t.

He would have preferred sitting away from Renie but she joined them. "So, who’s this Peter?" Was the first question out of Tina’s mouth. She was really curious. She wanted to know all about him. "He’s really cute."

"He’s just a friend." Walter tried to play it down. Especially with Renie sitting right beside him, listening to every word.

Tina smiled. "Just a friend. You and him were holding hands Heather. Come on." She admonished him for putting her on. "So where’d you meet him."

Walter could feel his cheeks getting warm. He knew he must be blushing. He was sure that any moment Renie would join in the discussion, embarrassing him. But she just sat there reading her magazine.

"Peter’s the son of one of my Aunt’s friends. He works in her office during summer sessions."

"He goes to college?" Tina didn’t realize the guy was that old. She was impressed that Heather, who professed to being so shy, would find a college guy to date.

Gina, and two of the other girls he’d met the week before, arrived at the pool. They spent the next half hour with Walter telling Tina all that he’d learned about Peter. Walter realized that Tina was impressed. As he talked, he tried to describe Peter and what they’d done from a girl’s point of view. It was hard trying to sound excited about a guy, the way girls do. Walter almost forgot that Renie was there as he got into his conversation with them. He eventually forget to feel self conscious about that he was wearing.

Renie listened but didn’t comment. She was thrilled that Peter had made such an impression on her Heather. It was adorable the way the boy talked about Peter, just like any girl might talk about a boy. She didn’t realize that they’d shared so much in the short time they had alone together.

When the others decided to take a dip he chose to join them this time. It was less conspicuous than being the only one left sitting there, even though Renie chose not to go in.

Without boys around there was no roughhousing and Walter found himself having a good time, despite himself.

"Why don’t you and your friends come over later." Renie suggested to the girls as they prepared to leave. "I’ll cook up something simple for dinner." Renie offered. She loved the way the boy behaved around them and thought it might be fun to have the girls all over.

Walter didn’t object. In fact, he encourage them to come. He had enjoyed their company and it was getting easier for him to feel like one of them. It also meant that Renie couldn’t do anything with them there. He was still sore inside from that morning.

Tina and Gina said they’d come over after they changed. Christen couldn’t, she had to go out with her parents but Liz said she just had to check with her Mom but she was sure she could come.

"Did you have a good time?" Renie asked as they walked back to the apartment.

"Yes." He admitted.

"They seem to really like you Heather. I’m glad you made some nice friends." Renie didn’t tease him. She made the comment sound sincere.

He could have done without her observations but he was glad to have friends. He had to be careful not to sound too enthused. He was afraid if Renie thought he was comfortable with them she might not let him see much of them. She did seem to enjoy seeing him depressed. Better if he didn’t sound too happy about it all. "They’re alright."

He didn’t fool her. "Would you rather they didn’t come over tonight?"

"No!" He replied too adamantly.

"Oh, ok." Renie didn’t let him see her grinning.

"Hi." Peter called out, walking toward them. He had watched from a distance, unseen in the bushes around the pool fence. He was a little uncomfortable about walking up to Heather, with him surrounded by his girlfriends. While he got along fine in the company of women, he didn’t relish playing the part of Heather’s boyfriend in front of so many girls.

Walter had only just gotten used to the suit. Now he wished he could cover up. "Hi Peter." He said sheepishly.

Renie was surprised to see him. They had planned on him dropping in later in the evening, around nine. She didn’t expect him to just show up unannounced. "Hello."

Peter was more than a little surprised to see that Heather didn’t need to wear falsies. Now he understood how he could wear the small two piece suit. The other transvestites he’d known wore falsies. He knew some crossdressers had implants but Heather was so young? He was a little disappointed. The boy looked so much like a girl.

Peter’s reaction to seeing Heather this way didn’t escape her. Renie had never seen a need to explain to Peter how far Heather’s transformation had gone. She didn’t think it would matter to him. Now she wondered. Peter was gay. His attraction was to males. Would the boy even appeal to him, being physically more a girl than a boy? She hoped it didn’t matter.

"So what are you up to today?" Renie asked.

Actually, Peter had turned down a ‘john’ to be able to come over and see Heather. "I got caught up with things and Mom was going shopping so I thought I’d come over and say hi." It sounded plausible.

"Why don’t you come on up. Have dinner with us." Renie offered. As long as he was here she might as well take advantage of it.

Walter was glad to see him but he wasn’t sure how to deal with him with Tina and the others coming over. Since Renie invited him to come up, there wasn’t too much he could do. He was more concerned at the moment with Peter seeing him in the girls bathing suit. He felt so exposed. It was different around the girls.

Walter and Renie changed while Peter waited in the living room. Walter took forever to get changed and do his hair. It was still wet from the pool and he had to wash to get it to look like anything.

He wanted to hurry to get ready before Renie. He didn’t want the two of them a chance to talk alone. He didn’t trust her. He’d showered, gotten dressed and was just starting to dry his hair when he heard Renie come out of her room and go down the hall to the living room. All he could do was hurry as fast as he could.

"You’re not supposed to be here yet." Renie whispered.

"I wanted to see him." Peter explained.

His time wasn’t cheap. "The deal was for a few hours today." Renie reminded him.

Peter smiled. "No charge." He told the woman. "I just wanted to spend some time with Heather."

That was fine with Renie. She thought she should tell him, "A few of his girlfriends are coming over to have dinner with us and spend some time with Heather."

That was unexpected but he’d come this far. "I’d still like to stay."

Great! It should be interesting, she thought to herself. As much as Renie didn’t like the idea of having Walter out of her sight, for fear he’d try to take off, she knew she’d have to deal with it sooner or later. With his making friends with the girls the time was bound to come when she’d have to let him go out with them. She presented the problem to Peter.

He was more than willing take Heather out and make sure he wouldn’t run away. He understood the arrangement between the woman and the boy from the beginning. "I guarantee he’ll be back if we go out." She had to understand, "I don’t want to lose him either. I’m looking forward to bedding him."

That was another problem dealt with. Good.

Peter was on the couch, watching TV when Walter came out in his jeans and white ribbed knit top. He had agonized over what to wear, worrying more about the girls opinion then Peter’s.

He was smart enough to sit in the chair instead of next to Peter. He didn’t want to send him the wrong signals.

"You looked really great in that suit." He complemented Heather.

Did he really think so? "Thanks." The complement deserved a smile. "I thought it was too much." He admitted to the guy.

"No. Not at all. You’ve got a great figure."

It was flattering but he kept his perspective. "It’s not so great."

Peter laughed. "I hear some of your friends are coming over. Is that girl Tina one of them?"

So, Renie did talk to Peter about him. He wondered what she said? "Yes. Tina, Liz and Christen are all coming. Is that ok?"

"Sure. I’d like to meet your friends." He told him. He’d have rathered it was just the two of them but he would handle it.

It wasn’t as awkward as Walter thought it would be. All the girls liked him. Peter was very likeable. It seemed so odd for Renie to do the cooking but she played the part of the doting Aunt. If they only knew what she was really like? Walter did help clean up after dinner.

"So, where’s your uniform?" Tina asked as the five young people sat around Heather’s room talking.

"I get that after I register at school tomorrow." He explained, pulling the answer out of thin air.

"Which school is she sending you too?" Gina asked casually.

She had him. He had no clue. He sat there in front of his dressing mirror with a blank look on his face. "Would you believe I don’t remember the name of the place?" Renie should have given him a name to tell him.

Christen was amazed, "You start tomorrow and you don’t know the name of the school?"

"Yea." He said with a dumb grin on his face. He jumped off the chair, "I’ll be right back." He went out to the living room where Renie was watching television. "What’s the name of the school?"

She looked up at him, not understanding the question. "What?"

"What’s the name of the school I’m supposed to be going to. They want to know the name."

Renie hadn’t even given it a thought. There were several in the Boston area. The only one that came to mind was The Broward School.

"The Broward School." Walter announced as he came into the room. He breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time he felt he’d been on the verge of being exposed and he’d nearly done it to himself. Walter swore to himself that he’d never let that happen again.

They passed a pleasant couple of hours, until Renie came in and suggested it might be time for everyone to think about going home. Walter looked at the clock and it was almost ten thirty. He couldn’t believe it was so late already.

Gina and Christen left together first. Peter was the next. When, holding his hand at the front door, Peter bent over and kissed Walter on the cheek, there was nothing he could say. Tina was standing right there. "Goodnight Peter." Peter was well aware he’d gotten away with something by the silly grin on his face. Walter could hardly get mad at him, even if it wasn’t for Tina.

"He’s really sweet." Tina remarked when Peter was gone.

"Yea, he is." Walter agreed.

"So, do you and Peter want to double with Greg and I next weekend?" Tina suggested. Greg was Tina’s boyfriend.

A real date? That would mean going out without Renie, if she let him. "Let me ask. I’ll call you tomorrow night and let you know." That would be perfect.

"Have fun at school tomorrow." Tina said joking as she left and Walter closed the door behind her.

He turned to Renie, who’d been sitting at the dining room table and could hear everything he and the others had said. "Could I?" He prayed she’d say yes.

She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "We’ll see. If you’re a good girl this week and you don’t give me any trouble, we’ll see." That was all she would commit to.

At least he had hope. He wouldn’t give her any reason to get mad at him. He wouldn’t mess up his chances. It did occur to him that she had to realize he wanted to get away. She’d be cautious.

As they lay there in the dark, close to each other, with Renie’s arm over him, Renie whispered to him. "You are going to be good for me while I have to go to work? Aren’t you?"

He didn’t hesitate for a second. "I promise."

"Good girl." She gave him a little squeeze and they went to sleep.

Renie couldn’t help but worry all day, what he was doing? He’d been shocked when she made him undress and lock all the bedrooms before she left. If she could only call him, to check on him. The problem was, even if she could rig one of her phones so he couldn’t call out, what if someone else were to call? No, this was the only way.

Walter searched for something to put on but couldn’t even find a towel big enough to cover him. Renie had even locked the linen closet in the hall. He stayed well away from the windows as he did the list of chores she left him. Doing aerobics naked took some getting used to, but she told him he had to.

Walter made no more noise than necessary, keeping the TV volume low and not walking around more then necessary. After he heard the couple downstairs go out to work he knew there was no one downstairs to hear him but he was still cautious.

Several times the phone in the bedroom rang and Renie’s answering machine took messages. Each time it rang he pressed his ear against the door. One of the calls was from Carol. It was impossible to hear what she said but he recognized her voice. It had been a week, he wondered why she didn’t come over to see him?

As far as Carol knew he was gone. At least that’s what Renie had told her on Sunday night when they talked. Things had changed between her and Renie and Carol knew it was because of the boy. She was just glad he was free of her. She really worried how the boy would deal with the Uncle, with all the changes. Certainly he would have the implants removed so he could go back to being just Walter. She knew there was nothing she could do to help him now. Guilt, for what they’d done to the sweet boy, weighed heavily on her.

Renie let him call Tina but stayed right their as he told the girl about his first day at school. He was becoming a very convincing storyteller.

The week days passed slowly for both of them. Walter was bored to death and scared of being discovered during the day.

Renie worried all week. It was often hard to concentrate at work. The nights were wonderful though.

Tuesday Renie came home all excited and had Walter put on one of his pretty dresses. She hurried him out of the house, informing him that she had signed them both up for dance lessons at Arthur Murry. Renie always told herself she would do it, when she found the time. Now she had a reason to go. Walter found himself in the arms of a middle aged man learning how to waltz and mumbo. She had signed them up for six weeks of classes.

Wednesday the lawyers called and Renie went over and picked up the papers that the uncle had to sign. Peter came over that night and stayed with Heather while she went over and got the man to sign over custody of the boy to her.

She’d been right about waiting until late in the evening. The man was so drunk he hardly knew what he was signing. He didn’t even notice that the name on the document wasn’t the boy’s. She didn’t leave the boy and Peter alone too long.

Renie came in Thursday carrying packages. She’d made some calls in the morning and went shopping at lunch. "Here Heather. Hang these up in your closet." Walter took the packages and took them to his room. He opened them to find Renie had bought him two identical plaid skirts, two white cotton blouses, a plaid jacket with an insignia on the pocket. He understood when he read the insignia. The Broward School for Girls. It was his school uniforms. She’s even bought him black penny loafers and a bookbag.

"We’ll get you some notebooks, paper and things, in case the girls come over and wonder if you ever do homework."

It seemed she’d thought of everything.

Friday night came and Walter pleaded with Renie to let him go out with Peter and Tina. Renie couldn’t bring herself to feel at ease with it, even with the agreement with Peter. She finally agreed but made up her mind to follow them, just in case.

Tina’s boyfriend, Greg, seemed nice enough. Peter seemed to like him well enough too. They all got along great. Peter still insisted on holding his hand wherever they went. Walter was getting used to it. It did seem like a natural thing for them to do, considering.

It was when they were in Wendy’s, sitting there eating, that Walter happened to glance out the window and thought he saw Renie’s car in the bank parking lot next door. There was someone sitting in the car but he wasn’t 100% sure it was Renie until the car pulled out on the street the same time they did. This was not to be the night he’d escape, he knew that now.

The next stop was a billiards parlor. Walter had shot pool before but he wasn’t very good at it. Peter took great pleasure in being his teacher.

The place grew more and more crowded with kids as time passed. It was apparently where most of Tina’s and Greg’s friends hung out.

Gina and her boyfriend came in around ten. A little later they spotted Mike come in with Ian. Walter saw the look on the boy’s face as he walked over to them and realized that he wasn’t there alone. Peter was always nearby and made it quite obvious that he was with Heather. Walter felt sorry for Ian. He knew how he felt.

She was there when they came out around eleven. She was across the street in a restaurant parking lot. It took Walter a minute to spot the car he knew would be there somewhere. If he took off she would catch him.

"My place?" Tina asked as they got in the car.

"Sure." Walter was having a good time. He didn’t want to go home. He was enjoying himself. He had more freedom than he had in a very long time and loved it.

"Mom, this is Heather, the girl I told you about." Tina introduced him to her Mother.

"Hi Heather." Ginny said to the girl with a welcome smile.

"Hello Mrs Strand. It’s nice to meet you." The woman was younger than he thought she’d be. He could see where Tina got her looks from. She was a very pretty woman.

"Tina’s told me so much about you. I’m so sorry about your parents dear." Ginny felt so sorry for the girl. It had to be so horrible for her.

"Thank you." He replied soulfully. He hadn’t spent much time lately, dwelling on his loss. She seemed nice.

"You’ll have to come over for dinner some evening. It was very sweet of your Aunt to invite Tina over last Sunday. Be sure and thank her for me."

"I will." She was so nice he felt bad deceiving her.

Once her mother left them alone they went downstairs to the family room. Tina’s place was much bigger then Renie’s.

Turning on the TV, everyone settled in. It hadn’t occurred to Walter that Tina and Greg had wanted to come back to Tina’s so they had a comfortable place to make out. The two took the big sofa. That left Walter and Peter the loveseat.

Peter behaved at first, just watching television. It seemed inconsiderate to talk with Tina and Greg into heavy necking. Walter stole a glance in their direction every so often. It seemed they never came up for air.

Peter couldn’t resist any longer. "Heather?"

He looked around at Peter.

"Just a little kiss? Please." He looked so sorrowful.

Peter put his hand on her soft cheek as stroked it gently.

"Go ahead and kiss him silly." Tina said laughing.

Walter didn’t think they were paying them any attention.

"Come on Heather." Greg echoed.

Peter was waiting. Tina and Greg were watching.

"Just a little one?" Peter asked again.

He was trapped. If he didn’t respond they’d think there was something wrong with him. He had Peter had been inseparable all night. Why shouldn’t Heather want to kiss her boyfriend?

"Ok." Walter said to Peter softly.

The gentle hand on his cheek drew Walter toward his waiting lips. They touched softly for a long moment. Walter, with his eyes closed, pretended he was kissing a girl. It wasn’t so bad.

When Peter took his hand away Walter opened his eyes and looked into his eyes. They were gentle eyes with an adoring look in them. "Ok?" Peter asked.

Walter smiled back. "Ok." They went back to watching television. Everyone was satisfied now. That was it.

He promised Renie he’d be home by twelve thirty. It was almost that time. "We have to go." He whispered to Peter.

Peter didn’t want to be late. He didn’t want to worry the woman. He wanted the opportunity to do this again. Around his friends, Heather was less inhibited. "Ok. I’ll get you home on time." He also wanted a few minutes to say goodnight properly.

"They said goodnight to Tina and Greg, leaving them there on the couch. They said goodnight to Mrs Strand on the way out.

"Don’t be a stranger." Ginny told the girl.

Peter had parked his car there earlier, opting to go in Greg’s. He drove Heather home.

Walter didn’t see Renie’s car until they got around the complex to her apartment. It was in the lot but not where it had been when they went out. He was sure it was her car he’d seen but he couldn’t be positive. She might have just gone out somewhere.

Peter walked Heather to the steps but held him back from going up. "Do I get a good night kiss?" He wanted so much more. He felt like an awkward young boy on his first date and he found the whole idea exciting. The woman wanted him to rape Heather. Peter wanted nothing less now than to make love to him, as equal partners.

It hadn’t been so bad before. Walter decided he could pretend again. "Alright." He looked up and saw that the apartment was dark.

Peter wrapped his arms around him this time and pulled him close. He smelled so good as he brought his lips down to Heather’s.

He closed his eyes long before their lips met. It was the only way he could handle it. Peter was as gentle as he was the first time but the kiss lasted longer than before. Walter couldn’t pull away, Peter held him gently, but firmly.

"Goodnight Heather." Peter said at the top of the stairs as the boy went and rang the bell. Even though it was a weak smile, it was a smile.

"Goodnight Peter. I had a good time. Thanks."

Renie, with the living room lights out, had been watching from behind the curtains. She didn’t want them to know she was there. She flicked the lights on now and went and let the boy in. "Did you have a nice time?"

"Yes, we did." He admitted.

"What did you do?"

He was sure she knew. Almost sure. "We ate at Wendy’s, went and shot some pool then went over to Tina’s and watched TV for a little while." There was no reason to tell her about the kissing.

"That sounds nice. I didn’t know you liked to shoot pool."

There was a lot of things about him she didn’t know. "I’ve played a little."

She intentionally didn’t ask about Peter. She didn’t ask if he enjoyed being kissed by the young man. She was dying to know but she didn’t ask.

Walter told her about meeting Tina’s mother and her invitation to dinner.

Renie had made a grave mistake. Introducing him, wanting him to make friends with the local girls was something she should never have agreed to. It was Carol’s fault.

During the day was one thing but she couldn’t keep him locked up and away from them all the time. She couldn’t continue to follow him everywhere either. Sooner or later someone would get suspicious when he couldn’t go visit his friends, like other girls. She had no idea how at the moment, but she’d have to find a way to insure he’d return to her when occasions like tonight arose and Peter wasn’t around. She had to be sure he didn’t give away their secret relationship. It was imperative she find a way or she’d lose him.

Tonight was another story. Seeing him outside kissing Peter had excited her and she wanted him.

They had never kissed and it surprised him when she took his face in her hands and kissed him long and hard. It should have been pleasant, even exciting, but it wasn’t. He didn’t like the way she plunged her tongue into his mouth and french kissed him.

They kissed again after he brought her to orgasm, several times.

Renie wanted to experiment further. "Just lay back and relax." She told him. He had suckled her breasts many times but she hadn’t done that to him. It was satisfying to see him react to her they way he did. Most boys aren’t as sensitive at their nipples. Her heather wasn’t like most boys. It still took her toy to bring him to an orgasm. That and rubbing him just the right way. It was the most exciting lovemaking so far for Renie.

So often, as she plunged the dildo inside him and played with him to make him orgasm, he wondered why, with the feelings she made him experience, he never got an erection. He should have, he knew, but he felt nothing under the mask of hair that hid his penis and testicles. Why, he wondered as he fell asleep in her arms?

There was little to do in the way of chores on Saturday. He had done them all during the week.

Tina called and asked him to go out with the girls shopping that afternoon. Renie told him no, to make whatever excuses he had to.

The two of them did the food shopping in the afternoon. Then got ready for Howie and Peter to pick them up for the theater. Howie had picked up four tickets for a production of Chorus Line.

When Walter called Peter Saturday morning and asked him if he was interested in going he jumped at the opportunity.

Like Friday night, he wasn’t worried about getting paid for his time anymore. The boy was someone he wanted, someone he desired. He wasn’t a ‘john’ to him anymore. He was infatuated by him.

"Do you want me to do your hair up for you?" Renie asked.

"I think I can do it." He told her. "I could use some help though."

"What do you need help with?" Renie was delighted that he wanted to try and do his hair himself.

He hurried to his closet. He took out one of the dresses. "Do you think it would be ok if I wore this tonight." He asked, holding up the beige dress with the pearl buttons.

He was delightful. "No, that would be fine. You looked lovely in that in the store." Did he realize that the only shoes he could wear with it were the white two inch heals? She wouldn’t mention it just now, she thought to herself.

"Good." He had to admit that he liked how it looked in the store too. It showed off his slender figure and he was sure Peter would like it.

His hair took him a while. His makeup, which Renie helped him with this time, took him longer than usual. He stood in front of the mirror and admired the girl before him. His dangling pearl earrings looked great with the rest of his pearl jewelry. His perfume was the finishing touch. He thought to himself that he looked older, dressed this way and he liked the feeling. He felt good about himself. He felt pretty.

"You look great." Walter said with enthusiasm when Peter walked in wearing his gray pinstripe double breasted suit. He really looked handsome.

"Me!? You look gorgeous." It was so hard to believe this was a boy standing before him. Heather looked so beautiful.

"Really?" It was worth the trouble he’d gone to for Peter.

"Really." Peter told him with an adoring smile and stare.

His only worry was that Peter would try to be too attentive out in public but he was wonderful. He was polite, as always, but he did no more than hold his hand. He was the perfect gentleman.

The production was wonderful. Walter had seen the movie on TV but it didn’t compare to seeing it on the stage. Chorus Line was the first stage show he’d ever seen.

Howie took them out after for desert. Walter turned down anything fattening. He didn’t want to gain weight. He was happy with his figure now. He didn’t want to blow it.

Peter waited patiently until they were back at Heather’s. The men were invited up. The young couple weren’t surprised when the other two snuck off to the bedroom.

"I can’t get over how beautiful you look tonight." Peter said sitting next to him on the couch. "Everyone was looking at you. I was really proud to be your date." He took Heather’s soft hand and pressed his slender fingers to his lips.

Walter blushed. He shouldn’t have enjoyed the complement. He should have been humiliated by it, but he wasn’t. "I saw the women looking at you too. I was a little jealous." He had noticed more than a few looks buy the women around them. It was kind of exciting, in a way.

Peter would have liked to tell Heather that he didn’t have anything to worry about. He couldn’t do that though.

"May I?" Peter asked.

Walter knew what Peter meant. How many guys would ask? Not many. It was little enough to do for the way he’d been taken care of tonight. "Alright."

The gentle touch of his hand on Walter’s cheek. The sensitive touch of his lips. The smell of his cologne. It excited Walter.

Peter’s hand stroked the soft skin of Heather’s arm as his lips pressed down gently on his. He took his hand from his arm and rested it at his waist. The whole time their lips never parted.

Walter could have pulled away, but he didn’t. He could have stolen his lips from Peter’s, but he didn’t. There was something about the touch of his hand that was so stimulating.

It was Peter that let the moment end and he leaned back on the couch and asked Heather, "Can I just hold you for a little while?"

At that moment he wanted to be close. Walter didn’t answer with words. When Peter lifted his arm up over his shoulder Walter conceded and sunk into the couch, nestled beside him.

"This feels nice." Peter whispered.

"Yes it does." Walter agreed. He felt guilty and embarrassed that he had willingly showed affection toward another male. He told himself over and over, as he sat there next to Peter, that it was something he had to do.

That wasn’t the only kiss they shared while they watched TV and waited for the Renie and Howie to come out of the bedroom. Walter was nervous that Peter would decide he had to go before they came out so, again, he did nothing to encourage him to leave. He had to make him want to stay.

Sunday was fairly uneventful. He talked to Tina twice on the phone. Renie let him call Gina too. She wanted Heather to come over her to her house that afternoon. "I have too much homework." He explained. "My Aunt won’t let me out." He told Gina as Renie stood over him.

Peter called that afternoon, to ask if it was alright if he came over. Renie was hesitant to say yes at first but after Walter swallowed his pride and asked her so sweetly, she agreed.

Renie was just about ready to let Peter have him. She saw what was happening. The boy was doing it again. He was becoming too accepting of his role and it was beginning to lose the thrill for Renie. He needed to be reminded of who he really was. She wanted the frightened boy back again.

Renie had considered all the possibilities. "You know I’d like to let you go visit with your friends." She explained. "I just don’t know that I can trust you not to run off."

He’d never get away if she didn’t give him some freedom. "I wouldn’t do that. Honest!" He insisted, pleading.

"Oh, I’m sure." She said sarcastically. "I just don’t know what I’d do if you did." She was ready to drop the bomb on him. "I spoke to your uncle this week and he agreed to sign over custody of you to me. Isn’t that wonderful."

He couldn’t believe it. "He did?" Walter was both shocked and crushed.

"He seemed quite pleased to let me take care of you." She assured him, enjoying the distressed look on his face.

Walter thought back to the night he was raped. Uncle Jack was so disgusted by his appearance. Walter shouldn’t have been surprised that he didn’t want him back.

"I arranged to have your name legally changed to Heather. It will make things less complicated." It was a lie but she showed him a copy of the altered birth certificate to prove it to him.

Walter read the document with amazement. He didn’t know someone could do that without his consent.

Was she really his legal guardian now?

She wanted to make his situation perfectly clear. "If you did decide to run off I’d have no choice but to report you as a runaway to the police. And I’d have to tell them about your little perversion and give them your description. I would think that would be rather traumatic for you."

You just try it and I’ll tell them what you’ve done to me, he said to himself. The expression on his face never changed from the pleading look he showed her. "I won’t run away, I promise."

She could imagine what he was thinking. Renie went on. "Of course I’d tell them you were already trying to change yourself to a girl when I found you and took you in." She’d have a little trouble convincing the police of that but she hoped that would never be necessary.

He found that disturbing. It was one thing to be forced into it but to have people believe it was what he wanted all along. That would be hard to deal with.

Renie added, "I’d have to tell all your friends. They’d be so worried about their girlfriend. I wonder what they’d say about a boy who pretended to be girl. I imagine Tina and your friends would be rather appalled when the police returned you to me." Almost as an afterthought, she added, "And poor Peter. Just imagine what his reaction would be?"

Would she really do that!? He couldn’t stand the idea of everyone finding out.

"There is, of course, the possibility that they might not let you come back to me. They could decide to put you into a home. I’m sure they wouldn’t let your Uncle take you back, once they saw what he was like." Renie had no intention of doing any of those things, of course, but the boy had only to believe she would.

She was right, he realized, when he thought about it. What would they do with a boy that wanted the world to think he was a girl?. The humiliation would be awful.

Now that he was thoroughly scared, she offered him a little hope. "You’ll be eighteen next year, an adult. You’ll be able to decide what you want to do then. Until that time, you’ll live here with me."

His birthday was almost a year away. Could he wait that long?

Peter wondered why he was so quiet that night, as they sat around watching television. He seemed to have something on his mind but he wouldn’t talk about it.

Renie had taken him off to the side and told him her thoughts about the boy, that it was time for Peter to get more aggressive.

Renie was a little concerned that Peter wasn’t as anxious as he had been initially. The two were getting very close and that wasn’t in her plans. She didn’t want her little ‘girl’ to simply have a boyfriend. She wanted him to feel humiliated.

It wasn’t easy for Peter to put her off. He reminded her that she wasn’t paying for his services any more and he told her he would go at his own pace.

She slacked off a little on the boy the next week. Not her sexual demands, they seemed to intensify. She allowed him to go over to Gina’s house Wednesday night, after confirming with Gina’s mother that the girls would not go out anywhere. Renie dropped him off and picked him up. He was originally asked for Tuesday night but they had their dance class on Tuesdays.

She didn’t stand over him any more as he talked on the phone in the evenings, as long as she was sure who it was that talked to. The phone became something of an escape. Each night he’d call the girls or Peter and he talked for hours.

Late in the week Renie surprised him. He’d asked to go out Friday night and Renie had said yes. Peter asked him to go to a movie. Renie suggested, out of the blue, that he invited all the girls to come over and spend the night.

The idea worried him a little but Renie reminded him, "They’ve seen you in your bathing suit."

She was right but it was still a little unnerving.

He hadn’t seen Peter all week, since Sunday night, and strangely, he missed him, missed his company. They went out Friday night. There were six of them, including Tina, Gina and their boyfriends. They went to the movies and ended up back at Tina’s again.

It was getting harder for Walter to stave off Peter. Especially when everyone was encouraging him to let his hair down with him. How do you sit there with the others making out and expect Peter to just watch television? Kissing him was no longer something to be terrified of. The closeness they’d shared over the past weeks had turned into something he enjoyed. Letting Peter kiss him was just a part of that.

When he was alone with the girls they talked of boyfriends constantly, sharing with him their observations and experiences. The encouraged him constantly to share in those feelings.

Walter had some insight into what they talked about. He couldn’t tell them about it though. He did wonder what it might be like with someone other than Renie, with Peter. Fear stopped him from finding out. Fear of things getting out of control, fear of going too far.

Tina’s mother and father weren’t home. Tina would never have taken Greg upstairs with her if she was. Gina and Mike found their privacy in the living room, leaving Heather and Peter alone in the family room.

Peter and Heather had been making out for only a short while when he started nuzzling and kissing the boy’s neck.

Walter saw nothing wrong with it. It sent shivers through him and he loved the feeling. He was laid back against the cushions on the end of the couch and Peter was beside him, on the outside.

Peter was very happy with the way things were going. He was delighted but a little surprised that they had come so far so fast, in their relationship. "You know I really care about you." He whispered in Heather’s ear as he paused for a second.

Walter, feeling more than a little warm and tingling from what he was experiencing, whispered back, "I care about you too."

"I’ve never know anyone as sweet, as exciting as you." He professed.

Walter didn’t know what to say. He opened his eyes and looked at Peter and just smiled.

Peter wasn’t sure how Heather would react but he felt compelled. As he covered Heather’s lips with his he let his hand wander from the boy’s shoulder, down the front of his blouse to his chest. He made the move quickly, before Heather could stop him. Peter gently squeezed the soft mound of flesh.

Walter’s eyes went wide and he tensed. "Peter, I don’t think you should...." Even as he started to speak he felt the excitement build.

Peter put his finger to Heather’s lips. "Don’t be afraid." In reality, it was Peter that felt a little uncomfortable about what he was doing. He was gay after all, and Heather was hardly just another boy. He was so much like a girl that Peter, at times, had reservations about their becoming lovers. To fondle a female breast was not something he would have imagined himself doing willingly.

"But...." Walter tried to protest again but the hand on his chest felt so good as it stroked him.

"Just relax sweetheart. I won’t do any more than you want me too." Even if it drove Peter crazy to hold himself back, he told himself.

Walter relaxed back into the cushions, still tense. But was the tension from fear, or excitement? Then, weren’t they nearly the same thing?

Peter unbuttoned one of the boy’s buttons and slipped his hand under his blouse, caressing him through the silky material of his bra.

It felt wonderful. He was so sensitive. Whenever Peter touched his sensitive nipples he twitched with pleasure. He gave no more thought to stopping him. He gave little thought to anything except the pleasure he was experiencing.

Walter didn’t even tense when Peter slipped his hand under his bra as stroked his swollen nipples. It felt fantastic. He sought out Peter’s lips and kissed him passionately as his excitement grew.

Peter was thrilled he could excite the boy this way. Even if it felt strange to him. With his free hand he unbuttoned the rest of Heather’s blouse, down to his shorts. He gently pulled one of his breasts from his bra.

Walter couldn’t believe what he was feeling. He was so sensitive to Peter’s touch. He could have said something as he felt his blouse fall open. He could have told Peter to stop when he started to fondle his bare breast. He could have.

Renie was rough when she suckled his breast. She often bit him. Peter wasn’t like that as his mouth covered his nipple. He was gentle, loving in his affection. "Ahhhh..." He felt spasms of excitement as Peter’s tongue flicked over his nipple.

"Slide over a little." Peter told him as he put his hands on his waist and helped him.

Walter was a little scared for a second, not knowing with Peter was doing. The fear passed as he laid between his legs and went back to sucking on his nipples. He alternated from one to the other and the boy was taken over by the sensations he felt.

Peter was doing something he never imagined he’d ever do again. He’d known passion with girls, when he was younger. Before he accepted his sexual orientation. He never thought he’d get pleasure from fondling a girl’s breasts again but if it made Heather happy, he’d do whatever it took.

"Oh God!.." Walter moaned as the weight of Peter on his crotch, combined with the feelings he experienced as Peter licked him drove him insane with pleasure. He was sure he was going to come any second. He knew he should tell Peter to stop, he said the words soon enough.

They were just laying there next to each other. Peter’s head was lying on his chest as his fingers stroked the smooth soft skin of his thigh. Walter was trying to collect himself as his fingers twined through Peter’s hair.

The moment was ruined when Walter heard someone clear their throat. The two looked up to discover Gina standing in the doorway, smiling at the two of them. "I think you to better pull yourselves together. Tina’s Mom and Dad are home."

Gina looked at Heather lying there looking so satisfied and content and she smiled at her. It was about time, she thought to herself. She was happy for her. Happy that she was finally discovering herself.

The look from his girlfriend didn’t escape him. Walter wiggled out from under Peter and jumped up from the couch in a panic. He hurriedly straightened himself up and then fumbled with the buttons on his blouse. He was all thumbs. "I’m a mess."

"I think you’re beautiful." Peter said sitting there smiling lovingly at the boy.

"You’re crazy." Walter said with a smile as he tucked his blouse into his shorts.

"Maybe." Peter said, still smiling up at the boy like a lovesick puppy.

"But did you like it?" Christen asked as the four of them lounged around Heather’s bedroom.

"I told you." He said.

"You said it felt exciting." Tina reminded Heather.

Gina knew the answer to the question. She’d seen the two of them lying next to each other. She’d seen the look on her friend’s face.

"Alright! It was wonderful." He finally admitted. It felt funny having to tell the girls every detail of what happened. It gave him an uncomfortable feeling admitting that he loved what Peter had done to him and that he wanted to feel those sensations again.

The three girls laughed. Heather was so unsure of herself. It was great to see her loosen up and accept her femininity.

Walter was beginning to have a lot more in common with his friends then just his appearance. Where he had felt like an outsider when he first met them, he was now beginning to relate to the experiences they took for granted. Now he had experiences of his own he could share.

They had come over after dinner with their tapes and cassettes. They’d watched TV for a while then got bored with that. Leaving his Aunt to do her own thing, the girls retired to the bedroom. They changed into their nighties, played music and talked.

Walter felt a little uncomfortable about sitting around in just his little sleepshirt at first. Renie had bought him the white cotton ruffled nightie just for tonight and while it covered him adequately, he had to be careful to watch how he sat. It was nearly impossible to keep it pulled down to cover his matching string bikini panties.

His selfconsciousness passed quickly as he forgot about himself and became engrossed in their conversations.

It was almost three when they finally gave in and went to sleep. It seemed so odd to share his bed with Tina and Christen, sleeping there so close to him. He was the last to fall asleep.

As the next couple of weeks passed uneventfully, Renie became more and more disappointed with Peter. She had several conversations with the young man about the boy, expressing her frustration and finally her anger at him for not fulfilling their arrangement. Peter came back at her, explaining that he no longer would go along with their original plan to rape the boy. He was sorry but he just couldn’t do it. That left Renie very frustrated and with a predicament. She couldn’t very well make Peter break it off with Heather without some sort of an explanation for the boy. Peter had made it very clear that he would expose her plan if she did. He was also aware of the idle threats she had made to the boy and he would tell Heather about that too. She was in a corner.

Her plan with Peter had completely backfired. The boy, who she wanted scared and obedient to her every whim, was gaining confidence and was adapting too well to the role she made him play. He was becoming more and more like a young woman with each new experience he shared with his girlfriends and Peter. It also seemed that Renie was being left out of more and more as he became more open with his friends.

Where he had needed help with makeup or hair, he no longer asked. He used to have to be reminded to shave his legs or his armpits, no more. The boy even seemed to go to extremes to make his skin as soft and smooth as he could, moisturizing several times a day.

She had noticed things in the past week when she studied him. He’d been on the hormones for well almost two months and their were changes taking place. Some were subtle and some were obvious. His skin was definitely prettier. That was definitely not one of the subtle things she noticed. His nipples had definitely grown. The dark pink ring around them had expanded to normal proportions, normal for a young woman.

She wasn’t sure but his curves seemed softer, or maybe that was her imagination. Even his breasts seemed to her to be a bit fleshier, rounder than they had been at first.

He no longer complained of being left home alone all day, naked. She would come home each night to a spotless apartment and a smile on the boy’s pretty face, standing there in the living room waiting for her. Even the sexual fantasies she made him play out each night were becoming less and less exciting for her. He no longer shed tears in her bed or even begged her to stop what she did to him, as rough as she would try to be. It was terribly frustrating.

Renie made up her mind that she had to do something.

They hardly talked about him any more but he was in Patty’s thoughts frequently. "Stop agonizing over it. There’s nothing you can do." Linda would insist.

"Listen to you. You drive past his house at least three or four times a week." Patty said in her defense. "I’m the one who gave him the hormones. I’m the one who gave him that damn drug." Patty had finally, because of guilt, broken down and told Linda what that fateful pill was for. The one that would allow the female hormones his body absorbed each day to work unchecked.

"It was a mistake but I’m just as guilty. I encouraged him to carry on the charade. I’m the one that got him in trouble with his Uncle and got him sent away to God knows where."

How many times Lin almost picked up the phone and called the Uncle to try and find out where he was? How many times did she put the phone down again, afraid to confront the hateful man?

They were sure that, with the beginning of the school year, Walter would return to that house but they’d waited and watched on three consecutive mornings as kids came out of the neighboring houses on their way to school. No one emerged from the old run down house on the end of the block. He never appeared.

Linda was afraid to confront the man, face to face, but Patty felt she had to. Early Monday morning, of the second week of school, she went to the house and faced the man.

"Mr Hastings, my name is Patricia Cummings. I’m with the school board and I’m here to find out why your nephew, Walter, is not in school." It was a shot in the dark but it was the only ploy she and Linda could come up with.

"He ain’t here." Jack told the woman. It never occurred to Jack, that since he’d never signed the boy up for school, there’d be any way someone from the school board could know of him. "He’s in some program for kids who get in trouble. He won’t be going to your schools." The woman represented authority and Jack didn’t want any trouble. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself so he was as cordial toward the woman as he knew how to be.

That much she already knew, from Linda’s earlier conversation with him. "What’s the name of the program, for our records, Mr Hastings."

He stood there in the doorway, slackjawed. He had no idea. The woman from the Organization had never left him any papers. He felt stupid and that was a feeling he didn’t like, especially in front of some pompous bitch from the school board. "I don’t have the name handy. I misplaced it." Some resentment crept into his voice now.

Patty was amazed. He’d placed his nephew in a troubled teen program and he didn’t even know the name. She knew alcohol did damage to brain cells but could anyone get this burned out? "Do you have a number to get in touch with them. It’s rather important that our records be accurate."

He took his frustration out on the woman. "I don’t got one. You better leave now." He was feeling tense, being put on the spot by the woman.

"But Mr Hasti...." Patty couldn’t believe he just slammed the door in her face.

Patty spent her whole day off on the phone. She called every public and private youth and adult organization in the book and some that weren’t. All to no avail. No one had a record of a Walter Hastings in their program and never did. They were no closer to finding him than when they started.

Linda brought up a possibility she didn’t really want to consider. "You don’t suppose his uncle did something to him?" She didn’t want to say ‘murdered him’.

Patty couldn’t believe that, but she considered it for a moment. "No. I don’t think so. He’s stupid. He’s abusive, but I don’t think he’d kill the boy."

"He was pretty upset when I went to see him that time. After what his buddies did to Heather, I have to wonder." Lin was so worried.

"He might have thrown him out of the house but I don’t think he’d hurt him." Patty tried to encourage Linda to have faith.

"You’ve got to be kidding. You know what that man’s done to Heather." Linda wasn’t as naive as her friend thought.

Linda still referred to him by the name they’d given him. It was sweet in a way. To her, Walter was still a teenage girl. Patty didn’t bother to correct her.

"What about those friends of his. Do you suppose he gave Heather to them, as sort of a toy." Just the thought made Lin’s flesh crawl.

It was a possibility Patty had considered and dismissed as improbable. No, she believed the man she spoke to that morning. As much as she detested him, she believed him. That only left them with the same nagging question. Where was the boy now?

"You haven’t even rubbed it? Not even through his pants?" Gina could hardly believe it.

"No!" Walter said for the third time, a little exasperated and embarrassed. He looked over his shoulder again, up to the living room window. He was sure Renie had to be watching them there on the front steps.

"There’s nothing to be embarrassed about." Tina told her. "You don’t have to go all the way. They deserve a little satisfaction too." Heather had come a long way in the several months they’d know each other but she still had a lot to learn.

Walter knew she was right. Peter did so much to try to please him and he never did anything for him. He’d just felt so awkward about touching him. "I suppose."

Pater’s weekdays were filled with classes and studies. His nights made it possible to go to college, live off campus and help out his mother. His weekends were for Heather.

His friends asked questions about his latest love but he told them little. They wouldn’t understand his attraction to Heather, a boy that looked and acted like a girl. He knew few gays that would understand so he kept it his secret.

The escort services were not the way to go. Renie’d tried that and it didn’t work. Peter was part of the problem now. What she needed was a pervert. Someone who’d enjoy forcibly making love to the boy. Someone who would completely demoralize him and give her back her frightened little love slave.

She lowered herself to browsing in the adult bookstores for classifieds. Most of the ads for males looking for males weren’t for crossdressers. A few were but the men were mostly older. She finally decided, after scanning a dozen publications and hundreds of ads, that she had no choice but to contact the youngest of them.

Renie opened a post office box because she was a little afraid of direct contact with these men, at home. It was agonizing, once she finally made up her mind, that it took so long to correspond with them by mail. The first few she contacted she found weren’t interested. One man said he would love to meet Heather but he was forty five, too old. One after another she had to eliminate respondents. Some scared her, she didn’t want the boy traumatized, just frightened.

The add from a couple interested her. The pair, a young man and woman, wrote and said that they were interested in a love triangle. They intrigued her. She called and spoke to the woman who offered to meet with her and discuss getting together. As it turned out, the attractive pair were married, in their late twenties and were very interested when they saw Renie’s pictures of Heather. She had some difficulty convincing them that Heather was really a boy. Once convinced though, they were excited. Renie was a little apprehensive though, they insisted that she take part. The woman seemed especially attracted to her and that made Renie uncomfortable.

Renie was backed into a corner and finally agreed. She had run out of options. She decided that for one night she could pretend to do what they asked. They concocted a plan.

"Who are these people?" Walter asked, as he checked his makeup and hair in the visor mirror.

"They’re friends of mine from college. We used hang out together once in a while."

Why would Renie want him to meet her old college friends, he wondered? He wasn’t worried about meeting them. He didn’t waste his time worrying about being found out any more. He was confident in the role he played as a girl. Heather had a life that was far better than the one Walter had known. He was happy with it and his friends.

He was a little annoyed at Renie tonight. He was supposed to go out with Peter tonight and he had to call and break their date. He’d looked forward to seeing Peter all week. It wasn’t like Renie gave him a choice, what she said goes and he would see Peter tomorrow. They had plans to go to an arts and craft show Saturday afternoon and then out to dinner with some of their friends.

She didn’t want to act as if she didn’t know where they lived. Renie had followed the directions they’d given her earlier in the week and found the house. She was able to find it that evening without referring to the map in her purse.

They greeted Renie at the door, like they were the old friends Renie told the boy they were. Even after seeing the pictures they looked a little shocked meeting Heather. Renie thought the man and woman made a little too much of greeting the boy. The man insisted on hugging him right there in the doorway. She saw how the woman looked at him, adoringly.

The couple had prepared hors d’oeuvres and served them in the living room. Conversation centered around their ‘college days’, the prefabricated stories they agreed upon.

Jim was the man’s name. He poured drinks for everyone, including Heather, who he handed a glass of wine. They had agreed it might help to relax him a little before their lovemaking. Renie suggested they give him at least two glasses.

Walter felt very out of place. He had nothing in common with this couple. He was well aware that they seemed to be watching him, paying more attention to him than to Renie. I gave him a creepy feeling.

"Why don’t I show you the house?" Joanne offered.

"I’d like that." Renie said with a smile as she got up from her chair. Jim got up to go with them.

Walter would just as soon wait where he was. He wasn’t interested in seeing the couple’s home.

Joanne encourage him to join them, "Come on Heather." She took the boy’s hand. It was still so hard for her to believe that this was supposed to be a boy of seventeen. Nothing about this person’s appearance seemed masculine. If Heather was a boy, he was the prettiest boy she’d ever seen. Joanne was intrigued, so anxious to discover for herself what he was like.

Walter followed them from room to room. It was a nice enough house but nothing special. They did have a really nice back yard. It wasn’t all that big but they had obviously spent a lot of money on the plants and shrubs that made it into a very attractive, very private place. There was gazebo out in the center of the yard, surrounded by high bushes. In the center of the fenced deck there was a hot tub.

The rest of the house seemed pretty ordinary except the last room they came to, the master bedroom. It was huge. It had to be to hold the enormous bed they had. The master bath was just as huge, in proportion to the bedroom.

Walter had an uncomfortable feeling. "Would it be alright if I used the bathroom?" He indicated the one out in the hallway.

"Of course Heather." Joanne said with a friendly grin. "But you can use ours. That’s fine." She ushered Heather through the door before he had a chance to object and closed it behind him.

He would have been much more at ease in the smaller bath. This one was too fancy, too spotless. Still, he had to go. He hiked up his skirt and pulled down his pantyhose and underwear and sat down on their black porcelain toilet.

Jim waited anxiously in the bedroom, for the boy to finish. The women waited out in the hallway, just outside the closed door. He and Joanne had entertained several crossdressers in their home but never one as young or as pretty as Heather. Jim was particularly excited about this one.

Walter was a little surprised to find the man standing there, alone, when he came out of the bathroom. He decided the women had gone back to the living room. The man was standing between him and the door that had been open when he went into their bathroom.

"I have to tell you Heather that we were really surprised to hear that Renie had her niece living with her. She told us about you but she never mentioned that you were so pretty." He took a step closer to the boy.

"Thank you." Walter replied modestly. Walter felt really uneasy, alone in the bedroom with the man. He didn’t care for the way the man looked at him or that the bedroom door was closed. When the man moved closer, standing right in front of him, he had the uncomfortable feeling that the man might be coming on to him. He realized it might only be his imagination. The women were only in the other room. He didn’t want to offend him if he was wrong.

Jim couldn’t wait to undress the boy. He moved closer and put his hands on his shoulders.

Walter took a step back. The man scared him now.

"You shouldn’t be afraid of me Heather. I won’t hurt you." Jim said with a smile.

Walter wanted to get away from him. "I think I better go out with my Aunt." He tried to step around the man.

Jim blocked his way. He put his arm around the boy’s waist and drew him close. "I just want to be friends."

There was no mistaking his intentions any more. He couldn’t wiggle from his hold on him. "Please, I just want to go."

"Not so soon Heather. We should get to know each other better." Jim leaned in and closed his mouth over the boy’s.

Walter struggled to get away but the man was too strong. He couldn’t even cry out for help with the man’s mouth over his. He started to cry.

Jim held him tightly with one arm while his hand fondled the boy’s chest. The soft giving flesh felt so real under his blouse and bra. He felt the stirring of an erection.

Walter cried out when the man stopped kissing him. "NO! Don’t." He was fondling him and he was terrified.

"I told you Heather. I won’t hurt you." He lifted the boy like a feather as he slid his arm behind him and took him toward the bed.

Walter struggled to break free but it was hopeless. He no sooner put him down on the bed than he was on top of him. "My Aunt...! Your wife...!"

"Oh, they’ll join us in a few moments. First we’ll have our time, alone." Jim was very anxious to strip off his clothes.

Now it dawned on Walter what he was doing there and he felt panic rise up from inside him. Walter had never screamed before but he did now.

"Easy Heather." Jim said soothingly. "If you fight me it’ll only hurt you, not me." With him pinned on the bed Jim deftly undid the button on his skirt and pulled down the zipper.

Walter wanted to just die.

The blouse gave him some trouble. The buttons down the back were hard to reach with the boy on his back beneath him and they were so tiny. He finally gave up and gripped the fabric and tore.

They had never had an unwilling guest. Joanne decided not to wait till Jim had his satisfaction. Renie stood in the doorway and just watched. She felt just the slightest twinge of guilt but that wasn’t enough for her to stop what was going to happen to Heather. He was going to learn.

Walter heard the door open but he couldn’t see who came in. "Please stop." He pleaded.

Joanne climbed up on the bed beside her husband, next to the boy. "Just relax dear. My Jimmy can be very gentle and loving if you’ll just give him the chance. She stroked the boy’s pretty long hair.

He opened his eyes the second he felt her get on the bed. He couldn’t believe what he heard. "Please..." He started to beg again. Surely this woman wasn’t going to let her husband do this to him?

Joanne would have rathered Jim didn’t have to be so rough but the boy wasn’t giving him much of a choice. "You hold Heather and I’ll get his underwear off."

The man nearly sat on him as his wife pulled his pantyhose and underwear down to his knees. His skirt came away and was thrown aside. He was naked from the waste down. He was terrified of he was sure the man was going to do to him.

It was a shame to ruin such a pretty blouse but it was too late to worry about that now. It was a struggle to get it off the boy but Joanne managed.

Both husband and wife were amazed at the boy’s lovely chest. Jim pulled off his bra and discarded it.

Walter continued to struggle but not with the panic of earlier. He knew it was hopeless. The man straddled his naked hips and was sucking on his breasts. It felt nothing like when Peter touched him there.

Joanne was curious about the covering in his crotch that the woman had put on to cover his penis. This was the only evidence of what he really was.

Walter felt the fingers probe him through the mat of hair that felt like a part of him now. He was so accustomed to it he no longer even thought of it anymore.

"It doesn’t come off?" Joanne asked.

Walter thought she was talking to him until he heard Renie reply, "No, it’s woven and glued on." He couldn’t see her but she was close by.

Jim was hard, he rolled Heather over onto his back.

Walter thought this was his chance to get away but the man pulled him back.

Joanne went to the boy’s side. She knew what Jim wanted now. It was obvious. Jim drew the boy to him and Joanne helped guide him. She pressed his mouth down to her husbands waiting swollen cock. "Don’t fight it dear," She said to the boy. "and don’t you hurt my Jimmy." She didn’t want him to bite Jim.

Walter fought her. He wouldn’t open his mouth as she pressed him down. The man held the thing and tried to force it between his lips. Walter struggled against them.

Joanne knew what she had to do. Her free hand came down hard against the soft skin of his sweet round behind.

He couldn’t help himself, he cried out. At that instant the man’s big pink cock slid between his lips.

"That’s better dear now suck hard." Joanne pumped his head up and down.

He thought he’d gag on it. The woman press his head so far down at times that it almost went down his throat.

It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good. Jimmy just didn’t want it that way. The boy wasn’t trying to make it pleasurable, or he just didn’t know how to. "Stop." He told Joanne. "Let’s take another approach."

Walter was relieved to get the disgusting thing out of his mouth. He lay where the woman left him and sobbed.

This was the reaction from Heather that she missed but Renie didn’t like them using force with him.

Jim slid down next to the boy.

Walter jumped at his touch as she fondled his breasts, sucking on one and stroking and squeezing the other.

Joanne watched for a moment then had an idea. The vaseline was in the nightstand and she coated two of her fingers. He’d have to be lubricated anyway. She probed gently at first, taking care not to go too hard for fear of cutting him with her finger nails.

He tried to close his legs when he felt her but he couldn’t with her kneeling between them. He tried to squeezed himself closed so she couldn’t penetrate him but it was no help. Walter moaned as the woman’s fingers slid up inside him with ease.

Jim felt him tense with each thrust of his wife’s hand. She was opening him up for him, making his muscles loosen up so he’d slide inside the boy more easily.

Tears ran down the sides of his face and onto the bedspread as they toyed with him. The man sucked on him so hard his nipples stung with pain. The woman’s fingers stretched his insides. It wasn’t like the rigid dildo he’d gotten used to. That didn’t move around inside him like the woman’s fingers did.

Jimmy was ready.

Walter was relieved when the woman took her fingers out of him and the man stopped. He knew his nipples would be sore for days. He prayed they were done with him. He found out quickly he was wrong. The worst, the most humiliating was yet to come.

Jim rolled the boy over on his stomach. He took a moment to play with his soft round cheeks.

Walter felt so exposed so vulnerable.

Jim put his hands under the boy’s hips and raised him to his knees.

Walter knew what was coming. He couldn’t physically stop them. "Please don’t! Please!"

Jim leaned over and whispered to the boy. The boy couldn’t see his smile. "You’re going to like this Heather. Just relax."

His ass was lubricated but Jim still had a little trouble forcing his big cock inside him. He was tight and it felt wonderful as he slowly, at first, started to pump it into him. Gradually he pressed deeper and deeper as his fervor rose.

It was nothing like have the cold, impersonal toy inside him. It was a man’s hot cock that stretched his insides and threatened to tear him apart. Uncle Jack’s drunken friend had nothing compared to this man’s.

Jim was proud of his stamina. Most men couldn’t hold back the way he could. Joanne always bragged about that to the lovers they entertained. He screwed this boy now with all the passion he could muster.

Walter couldn’t break away from the man’s grip as he pounded into his behind. He lay there with his face buried in the bed, trying not to scream with the pain. Then it stopped. The man was pressed against him and he could feel his dick throbbing inside as he shot his cum into him.

Jim leaned over the boy’s back. He was spent and it felt wonderful. He pulled out slowly, languishing in the feeling of the boy’s muscles trying to hold him inside.

Walter collapsed on the bed, too ashamed to show his face to any of them. As he laid down, he could feel the slick cum the man left in him.

Now it was Joanne’s turn. She would be much more gentle with him. She had undressed while Jimmy made love to the boy. "Your Aunt’s told us how much pleasure you give her. I’d like you to do that for me now." Joanne crawled across the bed to him.

He turned his face to her and saw her naked, coming to him. He saw Renie standing there, fully dressed, at the foot of the bed. She was just standing there smiling. "Go ahead Heather. You know what to do."

He knew what she liked him to do. He was resigned to his fate. He rolled over on his back and started to sit up.

"No dear," Joanne said. "just lay back."

He didn’t know what she wanted now. Renie always laid down and he came up between her legs. He laid back on the bed.

Joanne preferred to be on top. She turned and swung one leg over his head and sat down on his face.

He thought she would smother him as she covered his mouth with the warm moist skin of her clitoris. She wiggled around so that his nose probed her vagina. He could barely breathe.

"Come on sweetie. Lick." He knew what Renie liked but this was different. Disgusting, he thought to himself. Did every woman have a different smell. Renie’s sent was sweet, this woman smelled almost sour. The smell nauseated him as he started to lick her clitoris. He knew he had to endure it till she was satisfied so he did his best, remembering what pleased Renie, to do it quickly.

Joanne wasn’t as easy to please as Renie. He lost track of time and thought his tongue would give out before she finally started twitching and experiencing spasms with her orgasm.

Renie was completely turned on. She was sure she’d never be able to join in a threesome but she was so excited she didn’t care anymore.

Walter at least could breath as he laid between her legs and gave her the pleasure she so often had demanded. He never thought he’d appreciate her familiar scent but it was much easier to handle than the other woman’s.

They alternated on the boy. Joanne never tired of orgasms. Jim returned and while the boy pleased his wife he attempted to make him orgasm.

"Don’t stop." Joanne commanded him. She sat there, gyrating on the boy’s face while she watched Jimmy suck on the boy’s tits as he rubbed his crotch.

As scared as he was he couldn’t help but get excited. Too much was happening to him all at once. He couldn’t see the man but he knew by his touch who it was.

Was it the fear that made him so sensitive. Walter couldn’t stop the feelings than built up inside him. As the feeling grew more and more intense he lashed out with his tongue, harder and harder.

Joanne could feel the effect Jim was having on the boy and his response was wonderful. Low moans escaped her lips.

Walter didn’t even hear the woman moaning with pleasure. He could only feel what the man was doing to him. He started to experience the same spasms she was having. He could think of nothing else but the pleasure of the man’s touch. His hips rose up to intensify the rubbing in his crotch.

Jim responded to the boy’s reaction to his rubbing and rythemicly matched his spasms.

Walter finally collapsed as the pulsing in his crotch shot his cum into the mat of hair that hid his tiny penis. He was exhausted.

Joanne had orgasmed moments before but didn’t move off the boy or tell him he could stop. It felt too good.

Jim was ready again. Seeing his wife and the boy orgasm was such a turn on. He was rock hard again. He just didn’t want to rush it this time. He wanted a little foreplay and he felt the boy was ready now. He told Joanne what he wanted.

Walter wasn’t so far out of it that he didn’t hear the man’s instructions to his wife. The idea appalled him but he no longer had the will to resist. When Joanne told him to lay between her husbands legs he did as he was told. The woman explained what he was to do and the man’s strong hand guided him at first. It was a disgusting thing to do to another man. Jim was very vocal at first, telling him what he like and didn’t like. The boy learned how to please him.

Renie was surprised when Jim asked her to join them. He told her to sit on his face as the boy sucked on his cock. Renie had never had a man do this and she discovered she loved it.

Joanne knelt beside the boy, in front of Renie. Satisfied that the boy was pleasing him she turned her attention elsewhere. Renie’s breast heaved as she was being thrilled by Jimmy.

Renie jumped at her touch. She had been lost in feeling and sat there with her eyes closed, enjoying it. Renie had never been touched by another woman before and never thought she’d want to be until Joanne’s lips brushed her nipples and her tongue flicked over them driving her to distraction. She should have been appalled but it felt wonderful. Who better than another woman to know what pleases another most.

Jimmy had endurance but it wasn’t limitless. After about ten minutes of the boy sucking on him he wanted to be inside him again.

It was a very large bed. There was more than enough room for Joanne and Renie to continue their love making while Jimmy and the boy did their’s beside them.

It was odd for her to have another woman make love to her but it felt wonderful. Kissing Joanne was the only thing that bothered her, at first.

Jimmy coaxed the boy up beside him. He wanted to taste his lips again. He found it so exciting to kiss this boy that lived as a girl. He was so pretty.

Walter lay pinned beneath him, unable to do anything but respond to the man’s wishes. Peter’s kisses were nothing like this man’s. Walter hated them but didn’t have to endure it for too long. When he learned what he would do next he wished he could have gone on with the kissing.

"Sit on my lap now Heather?" Jimmy said to the boy.

It wasn’t like he was really asking. Walter knew better than that. As he got up on his knees he looked over at the two women, making love to each other beside him. He wondered if Renie was feeling any of the shame that he was. He could only hope but then, she was there willingly.

"Come on Heather." Jimmy was impatient. He was hard and he was ready. The boy obviously didn’t know what to do so he helped him.

The man’s big hands wrapped around his waist guided him, almost lifting him into place over the man’s waiting cock. Walter’s ass still hurt from the first time. He was afraid of how he’d hurt him now.

He couldn’t hold the boy and guide his cock into him at the same time. The boy would have to help. "Put it in." He told him.

It was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Heather, be a good girl and guide it in." Jimmy said a little more forcefully and he tightened his grip on his waist.

Walter reached down and touched it, bending it back toward his rectum as the man pulled him down toward it. Walter was still wet from the last time and it made it go in easier than if he were dry.

Jimmy settled him down easily as he felt himself push up inside the boy. He didn’t want to hurt him. He slid his hands down to his hips to guide him.

Walter felt as if the man’s dick was up in his throat. He never imagined a man could have such a big dick. A moan escaped his lips as he pulled him down even more.

Jimmy guided his hips to give him the most feeling possible. It felt wonderful.

At first, he thought the man would tear his insides, until he opened up to accept his full erection. His hands made him move forward and back on him. Walter lost complete track of time as he sat there with his eyes closed tightly, trying to endure the pain. He couldn’t help moaning as the erection seemed to full him more and more as it swelled inside.

Jimmy couldn’t hold back any more and let go with a feeling of euphoria

He’d felt the man’s orgasm the first time but he was more sensitive to it in this position. He felt every pulse and he felt the warmth empty into him. No more, he pleaded silently.

How could they just sit around and have drinks and chat as though nothing had happened? As though they hadn’t just raped him? How could they expect him to be as relax and happy as they all appeared to be? Even Renie?

He refused their offer of another glass of wine. He knew he was being cold toward them but he didn’t care. He felt dirty somehow, sitting there wearing the blouse Joanne had given him. She’d apologized for ruining his. Why didn’t she apologize for what they’d done to him? He found it hard to just sit there, his bottom was sore and it hurt to sit.

He couldn’t believe his ears when Renie and Joanne made tentative plans to ‘get together again soon’, as they put it. He never wanted to see them again.

Walter said nothing as they drove home. Renie sang along with a song on the radio. She felt she’d accomplished what she set out to do and more. Joanne and her had a long talk while the boy was cleaning himself up. The sex they had shared was marvelous, better than with Howie. She’d never imagined it could be like that with another woman. While she was nervous at first she knew she’d go back and see Joanne again.

Joanne had a number of good ideas on how to keep the fire in her’s and Heather’s relationship and Renie was anxious to try them all. Knowing Jimmy was there for him whenever she felt the need was a weight off her mind. Jimmy was more than willing to help out whenever Renie needed it.

Best of all, it was obvious that the boy was back to his old self. The fire was back and things were going to be exciting again. Yes, Renie was quite pleased with her new friends.

It was late when they got home and Renie had enough passion for one night. She was content to curl against the boy and go to sleep. There would be plenty of time in the morning to experience again what she and Heather had learned that night. There would be lots of time.

He wanted to know why? Why she had done it to him? He wanted to reach over while she was sleeping and choke her. She was wise to have used the handcuffs on his ankle and wrist that night. He would have done it, he told himself as she lay there in the dark with her arm around him, pressed up against his back, sleeping so peacefully.

They all knew something was bothering her. They had never seem Heather so moody. Tina tried to get her to tell what it was but she wouldn’t talk about it. It had something to do with her Aunt, of that much she was sure.

Heather had been telling them little things about her Aunt for weeks. How she had to do all the cleaning and cooking. They had told her that lots of mothers were like that. They didn’t actually believe that Heather had to do all the things she claimed she did. Nobody’s mother or Aunt was that bad. She was just exaggerating.

They had seen for themselves what a tight reign her aunt kept on her. It seemed a shame that Heather was allowed so little time to spend with her, Gina and the others. The woman had to know everywhere she went and she checked up on her. She was really strict, that they had to admit.

Renie found it so exciting, a forbidden relationship. She called Joanne almost every day. She and the boy visited her only at her home at first, during the next few weeks. Eventually, she invited them to her place. They got together often, at least twice a week. She discovered a new passion for lovemaking that heightened her excitement, especially for the boy.

Walter found it easier to deal with when Jimmy and Joanne simply took what they wanted from him, not expecting him to reciprocate. As time passed that wasn’t enough. Walter was expected to show the same passion for lovemaking that they did and it was so hard. The worst for him was when Jimmy, satisfied and spent, wanted to just lie together and touch and kiss. Sometimes it would last for hours.

Peter was very concerned about Heather. He was more aware then anyone that something was wrong. Heather broke dates with him often. He sounded alright on the phone but so frequently he complained he wasn’t feeling well. When they did go out, Heather was so quiet and sullen. Peter called almost every night but they hardly talked anymore. Heather seemed awfully depressed.

Renie had been threatening Peter to do something with Heather soon or she was going to find someone that would. When she stopped asking, he was beginning to think she might have done just that. Peter wanted a relationship with the boy so badly. He’d tried so hard to be sensitive toward Heather, in developing their relationship and it was going so well. If the woman had done what she threatened to do, how could he tell Heather he knew without making him think that his feelings for him were based on lies? He was in a corner and he didn’t know what to do?

She expected him to be moody for a while. Little by little, he withdrew into himself. That wasn’t what Renie had hoped to accomplish.

He was compliant enough in bed, when they made love, but that was all. After her experiences with Joanne, Renie decided she wanted an equal partner in their love making. He did whatever she asked without question but there was something missing that had been there before. It was as though he went through the motions without any of the feelings of before.

Walter never used to cry all the time. Now it was all he could do not to hold back his tears, especially in front of Renie. When he was alone, he cried for hours. The smallest thing would set him off.

If he felt like a prisoner before, it was worse now. He had no one he could tell what was troubling him. How could he tell anyone without exposing what he was. He’d even thought of going to the police but how could he do that? Walter felt so alone.

Renie had to almost push him out the door. "You’re going to go out with them and have fun." She told him for the fourth or fifth time that morning. She put a hundred dollars in his purse for him to spend any way he wanted. If he wanted more, to by clothes, she offered to give him more. Anything to break the horrible mood he’d been settled into.

Renie overheard the conversation, asking Heather to go shopping with the girls and told him to tell them he’d go. He shook his head no, that he didn’t want to, but she insisted.

Gina and Tina picked him up in Gina’s car. He climbed in the back and said little more than hello to his friends.

"I thought we were going to the mall?" He remarked after a few minutes, seeing that they were not going in the right direction.

"Not tonight." Tina informed her, looking over the back seat.

"Where are we going?" He asked without enthusiasm.

"We need to talk." Gina spoke up.

He knew what they meant and he didn’t want to talk about it. He couldn’t. "Can’t we just go to the mall?" He asked.

"We’re going to Benny’s" Tina told him, unbending. This was their hangout. A restaurant where they could sit around for hours, in the back, in one of the large booths.

Walter was surprised to spot Peter, sitting there in their booth, waiting for him. "What’s going on?" Walter asked as Gina guided him to slide in beside Peter then slid in beside him. Tina sat across from him.

"It’s time you tell us what’s going on Heather." Tina informed her friend quite seriously.

"Nothing." He insisted for what seemed like the hundredth time in weeks.

"Come on Heather. I thought we were your friends?" Gina tried.

"You are!" Walter said softly, with his head lowered. He raised up and looked at their faces thoughtfully. "You’re the best friends I’ve ever known.

"Then for God’s sake let us help you!" Tina insisted.

Peter was there because Tina called and set this session up. Knowing that Peter cared so much for Heather, it stood to reason that her boyfriend ought to be there.

He didn’t push Heather, believing he knew what was wrong, because he didn’t want to make it any harder on him than it already was. He was positive that Heather would rather die then tell his friends what he really was. Still, somehow, Peter had to reach him.

They finally gave up in frustration. Gina and Tina decided that whatever Heather was hiding, whatever was depressing her, she wasn’t about to tell them what it was.

"Go for a ride with me?" Peter suggested. He had an idea.

"Alright, but no more questions, please." Walter asked.

Peter didn’t exactly promise. It was getting dark as they pulled out of the restaurant parking lot. His roommates were out partying and he knew they wouldn’t be home till late. He wanted to take Heather somewhere private, where they wouldn’t be disturbed.

"Nice place." Walter commented as they stepped into the small apartment. "It’s not what I expected."

"What’d you expect?" They kept the place fairly neat most of the time.

"I don’t know?" Walter said, sitting down on the couch. "Three guys sharing an apartment. I guess I didn’t expect it to look this good." Walter looked around. The magazines on the coffee table were neatly stacked. There wasn’t a layer of dust on the furniture. There weren’t dishes and things scattered about.

"We take turns." Peter explained. "Want something to drink? A soda or some iced tea?" He offered.

He would have preferred to sit beside Heather but he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. He hadn’t touched Heather in weeks, ever since he started being so moody. Peter settled into the chair next to the couch.

"How’s your Aunt? It must be three weeks since I’ve been over." He wanted to get around to the subject slowly, without making Heather defensive.

"Alright, I guess." Walter wasn’t very enthusiastic in his reply.

"She was in a really shity mood the other night when I called. What pissed her off? Work?"

She was in a rotten mood a lot these days. "I don’t know." He lied.

"She still making you do all the cleaning and cooking and stuff?"

"Yea." Walter absentmindedly reached for a magazine from the table.

"You shouldn’t have to do all her cleaning for her. She should do her share."

"I agree." Walter put the magazine back on the pile without opening it.

Peter took a chance. "She doesn’t beat you or anything like that?" He asked with concern.

The question surprised Walter and he turned to look at Peter. He thought a moment before he answered, "No." Sexually abuse him yes, but not beat him.

"She never struck me funny until I met you. She always watches you. It’s weird." He was moving ahead carefully.

Walter didn’t realize anyone else noticed. "Yea, sometimes."

"No, it’s like all the time. I started watching her. She looks at you like with this adoring look. There’s something strange about her."

He was glad someone else saw it. "She’s get’s weird sometimes." He’d always been afraid to tell anyone. He should have realized Peter would see it. He was sensitive to stuff like that.

"Like what does she do?" He asked casually, still afraid of spooking Heather.

"I don’t know." What could he tell Peter? "I guess she treats me like a kid. I have to check with her about everything. What clothes to wear, how to fix my hair, my makeup, who I can talk to and when. Things like that."

"God, that must be awful." He said, appalled. "How can you stand it?"

God, he didn’t want to cry, not now. Walter couldn’t help the feeling of sorrow and depression that was making his eyes start to fill with tears. It was always right there lately, just under the surface. He had tissues in his purse. It’s hard to be subtle about wiping away tears.

Peter knew it was time to press him.

"Sometimes I can’t." His chin quivered just slightly.

"You have to be careful Heather. Sometimes people who are that controlling can become abusive."

Just the thought of what he had to endure, especially since Joanne and Jim came into his life, pushed him over the edge. Walter couldn’t hold back the tears any more.

The hell with keeping his distance. Peter went to his side and put his arms around the boy as he started crying. He didn’t let up though. He had to get him to tell him what’s been happening. "Oh God! She’s been abusing you! Hasn’t she?"

Walter couldn’t say it so he nodded. The tears ran down his cheeks as he cried his heart out.

That was it. Damn that woman. Peter held on, doing what he could to comfort Heather. He didn’t press it any further. He didn’t ask what the woman did. He had a pretty good idea and that was enough for now. A door had been opened and soon Heather would trust him enough to open others. Eventually, they would have no secrets from each other. He longed for that day.

Peter stroked his long hair as he whispered to him. "Don’t worry. She won’t hurt you again. I won’t let her." Heather. What a frail sensitive creature. He was like no guy Peter had ever known. Forget that he looked like a girl. Peter could live with that. Heather had all the qualities that he looked for in a lover and, given time, he hoped he would be just that. Peter didn’t even think as he said the words while he held him, "I love you so much Heather. You’re not going back there."

It took Walter a moment to collect himself. He heard what Peter said. There was a time he would have been appalled to hear a guy say that to him but this wasn’t just any guy. This was Peter.

When Walter was able to respond, he told Peter, "I have to go back."

"Why?" He didn’t understand.

"She said she’d call the police if I didn’t." He didn’t tell Peter of her other threats. He couldn’t.

"She won’t do that. She can’t." Peter was holding his hands in his lap now. "She know’s she’d be arrested for child abuse. You’re still under eighteen. She can be put in jail."

"You’re sure?" Walter wanted to trust that what he said was true.

"I’m positive. Do you think you could stay at Gina’s or with Tina till we have time to figure out what to do?" Peter suggested. Unfortunately, he couldn’t stay with him. That just wouldn’t work and it would be too difficult for Heather.

He thought about that possibility for a moment. He’d spent nights at both places and he was sure they’d welcome him but that would mean he’d have to tell them why he needed to stay there. "Peter, what do I tell them? I can’t tell them I was raped. I just can’t."

That was the first he said anything about rape. So she did find someone to do what he wouldn’t. "Who raped you?"

Walter didn’t mean to tell Peter about that. He didn’t want anyone to ever know. It was too late now. "These people she knows. Friends of hers. A man and his wife. It was awful." He’d learned to block out the horror but talking about it brought back all the terror and humiliation. He started to cry again. "You can’t tell anyone, ever! You have to promise!" He got the plea out before he started crying uncontrollably.

He didn’t hesitate. "I promise."

It was some time before he regained his composure. "I just can’t go stay with the girls. She’d know right where to look for me. There might be someplace I could go." He was hesitant but it was his only alternative. "Would you drive me?" Walter had to hope he could find the house again.

Peter understood better than Heather knew. "Where ever you want to go." It was such a relief to be able to be close to him again. He would have done anything to help him, anything.

Peter waited in the car while Walter went up to the door alone. It had to be that way.

Linda couldn’t believe that someone was ringing her door bell so late. It was almost two in the morning. Then she remembered another time, not so long ago, when there was a knock on her door late at night. She threw on her robe and ran to the door. She didn’t even check the peephole to see who it was. She just threw the door open. "Heather!? Oh God! Is it really you!?" Overjoyed, she wrapped her arms around him.

As they held each other Walter felt his eyes start to get misty. He hadn’t known what kind of reception to expect.

He looked different, even more like the girl he’d pretended to be months ago, but there was more to it than just that. This was not the scared, meek young person she’d known.

It only took a few minutes before Walter told Peter to come in. He had to let Linda know not to betray his secret.

Peter stayed for about an hour. He knew the boy was in good hands as he came to really like Heather’s friends. He was gratefully to Patty, the doctor, for making sure he was alright. Linda was so great with him. She acted like his mother, the way fussed over and worried about him. He really liked these people.

Linda took some time to get over the shock of seeing him. She was amazed at how he’d changed. The boy she adored had become a young lady in every way. He was even prettier now than ever.

Patty couldn’t get over him either. When Linda called, screaming into the phone that Heather was there, she jumped out of bed and drove like a mad woman to get to her house, in her nightgown.

He sort of shocked Patty when she checked him over. He wasn’t even thinking when he took off his blouse and she saw his chest. He hardly gave them a thought anymore. They were just a part of him now. Patty just had to call Linda into the bedroom to see.

Walter had to wait till Peter went home before he could tell them the whole story.

Patty was impatient to know more about the young man, now that they could talk freely. "So tell us about Peter?"

Walter would hardly admit to himself that he really liked Peter. He couldn’t admit the feelings he had when they were intimate. "Oh, he’s just a good friend. Peter’s very easy to talk to and he’s so understanding."

It sounded so funny to hear. The old cliche, ‘He’s just a good friend’.

Patty and Linda were careful not to give away what they were thinking. It was obvious to them, when Peter was there, that the boy had feelings for Heather. It showed in the way he looked at Heather and the way he talked about him and his ordeal. They had to wonder, had the boy they played the cruel trick on months ago, changed so much?

Peter had both their phone numbers and he was going to call after he’d gotten some sleep. He felt comfortable leaving the boy with them. It was obvious that they cared a great deal for him. It was also obvious, to him, that they knew Heather was really a boy, by the looks they exchanged as he told them his story. Peter didn’t know the whole story yet but his plan was to call Linda and tell her everything. He felt he could trust the woman not to betray him as long as she knew that his feelings toward Heather were sincere. It would take a little time to figure out how to approach the boy with the truth, but he would find a way.

"I can’t believe you’ve been with her all this time." The three of them sat around the kitchen table. They were all too wound up to sleep.

It took Walter several hours to tell them everything that had transpired in the past four and a half months, especially with them interrupting him constantly with questions. I was such a relief to have someone to talk with, openly.

Patty and Linda exchanged glances as he sat there and told his story. They noticed how different he behaved from when they first met. All the little mannerisms he’d adopted. They thought it was amazing how natural he appeared. He seemed totally unaware of how much like a girl he behaved.

He made two calls before he laid down in the guest room. Renie had called both of the girls late that night and each of them told her the same story. Tina and Gina had no reason to lie to her. They said they last saw her with Peter, at the restaurant.

They were worried about him but he assured them he was fine and he’d call them later that day. He didn’t tell them where he was. Linda and Patty agreed that was the wisest thing right now.

Renie was going crazy. She called everyone the boy knew and no one seemed to know where he and Peter went. She called Peter’s almost every half hour, all night long. Renie was terrified that her worst fears might come true. She’d gone too far, she knew that. If the boy went to the police, as unlikely as it seemed he might, she would be in a world of trouble. All she could do was wait and pray that he’d come home to her. After all, she didn’t think she treated him that badly.

Walter awoke around three, feeling more refreshed than he had in a very long time. Rain tapped on the roof as he lay snuggled under the warm covers, feeling safe in Linda’s house. His memory of Linda’s house, her company, was a cheerful one. He was glad and relieved to be there with her.

"She had to go into work," Linda explained. "but Patty’s going to get off early and come right over." He looked so much better since he got some sleep and a shower.

"I can’t get over how beautiful you are." She was still amazed.

"Thanks." He said beaming. He knew she wasn’t just saying it, to make him feel better.

He’d lost so much weight that Linda went straight to her ‘skinny’ clothes to find him something to wear. She marveled when he put on her jeans and they looked loose on him. "This is disgusting." She said, staring at him as he slid his arms into one of her blouses.

Walter turned to her, surprised by her comment. "What’s wrong?"

"You’ve got a better shape than I do. How do you do it?"

Walter laughed. "I do aerobics every day and I watch what I eat." He said confidently.

"Every day?" She wished she could only work out with that kind of dedication.

"It’s not so bad." Walter said modestly. "Do you think I could borrow a few things?" He asked.

"Of course. Whatever you need." She told him.

Walter went into her bathroom. He remembered where everything was. He felt like and unmade bed until he fixed his hair and put on some makeup.

Linda, seated on the side of the tub, just watched quietly. The boy knew he didn’t have to make himself up as Heather if he didn’t want to, that went without saying, but he didn’t even appear to give that option a thought as he fixed his hair and put on makeup like a pro. There was none of the uncertainty of those days months ago. He was amazing as he deftly put on his makeup and did his hair.

Patty arrived before he finished putting his face on.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Linda offered as they sat down around the kitchen table.

"Just some orange juice and toast, thanks." He was so glad he decided to take a chance and return to his friends.

Linda was going to have cereal but she changed her mind and made the same for herself. If he could do it, couldn’t she?

They sat down to decide what to do. The three of them took great delight in knowing that Renie was back at her apartment agonizing over where Heather was. "Let her worry. It serves her right." Patty said.

Walter wasn’t naive. "She’s going to come looking for me. She knows you and I are friends." It came up in conversation. "She has custody of me. She can make me go back with her."

"Not if you don’t want to!" Linda said with certainty. "She wouldn’t dare go to the police, not after what she’s done to you."

They didn’t understand. "She’ll tell the whole world who I really am. She’ll tell my friends. She’ll tell Peter." Not least of all, "They’ll send me back to my Uncle." He could imagine what life would be like there and that terrified him almost as much as going back to Renie.

Linda and Patty were beginning to understand. "You’ll go stay with my Mom while we work things out." Linda decided.

Walter remembered the woman and how nice she had been to him. He could handle that alright. "What am I going to tell her about where I’ve been?" He really didn’t like the idea of lying to her, but then, his whole life was a lie, wasn’t it?

"That could present a problem." Linda said thoughtfully. They couldn’t tell her the truth. Linda didn’t think her mother could accept that the young girl she’d introduced to her Mother was really a boy. Then there were the lies she told her. No, the truth was out of the question for the moment. "I’ll think of something, don’t worry." She already had some ideas.

"Our big problem is going to be Renie." Patty mused. "And what about Carol?"

Walter spoke up for her. "She and Renie had a fight over me. I don’t even think Carol knows how long I was there. I know she would have come over if she knew. Carol and I became sort of friends. She helped me."

Patty wasn’t so sure of that. She did go along with everything Renie did to him. When she thought about it, did she really have a right to judge Carol? It wasn’t her that injected the hormones into the boy’s arm. It wasn’t her that turned the boy’s metabolism upside down. Patty had a lot to feel guilty about. "I’ll feel her out, find out how she really feels about you." Patty told the boy.

"Ok, so what do we do about Renie?" Linda went back to the real problem.

Who else could she share her concerns, her worries, with? Joanne came over as soon as Jimmy left for work. She did her best to try and comfort Renie, to assure her that Heather had to return to her. Where else could he go?

"I’m sure he didn’t go home to his Uncle." Joanne couldn’t imagine. Not after what Renie had said about him.

"Where else could he have gone? He’s not at Peter’s." She’d gone there, early that morning. She pushed her way in when one of his roommates came to the door. She found Peter sleeping in his bed.

"I don’t know where he is. I left him in front of your place a little after midnight." This was the story they all decided he should tell when Renie asked. It was agreed that he didn’t need to get involved. Little did they know how involved he was. It would have been disastrous if Renie thought he had anything to do with his running away. There was still the chance that the woman would tell them the part she intended him to play. He was still afraid that might happen.

Renie called the Uncle’s, just on the outside chance that he might have gone there. There was no answer. She tried three times that morning. Renie figured that the boy would take off if she went there and he was home. But she hoped he might answer the phone.

"You’re sure she’s alright?" Connie could hardly contain herself, she was so thrilled by the news.

"She’s fine Mom. Patty examined her and she’s alright." Linda expected no less of a reaction from her mother. "The Uncle put her in this half way house for troubled teens. That’s where she’s been for the past five months. She ran away from the Uncle when they sent her home."

"I’m glad she did." Connie couldn’t imagine her living there with that animal.

"Would it be alright if Heather stayed with you for a few days. Patty and I are going to see what we can do to get custody of him from the Uncle and we don’t want him coming over here and finding Heather."

"Of course it’s alright. Bring her over." Connie was a little hurt that she even had to ask. "I’ll get a room ready for her.

Just the reaction Linda expected.

"She’s thrilled that you’re back. You wouldn’t believe how excited she is. She’s getting a room ready for you." Linda reported to the boy.

"You sure I wouldn’t be imposing?" Walter asked.

"Are you kidding!? She’s adores you Heather. She can’t wait." Linda laughed. "She’s probably on the phone to Daddy already, and Aunt Mary. I’m just worried that she’ll mother you to death."

Patty knew the woman well enough to agree.

They had seen Carol a few times in the past months, on their monthly night out. She acted as if she and Renie were on the outs and now Linda and Patty understood why. Renie always had something she had to do when they called to ask her to join them.

"Oh God. How is he? I can’t tell you how often I’ve thought of him."

Patty only told Carol they’d heard from him, not that he was there at Linda’s with them.

Carol went on. "You know, I don’t think I’ve ever met a kinder, sweeter boy." She wanted to tell Patty what Renie did to him, how badly she treated the poor sweet thing, but she was afraid. The times they’d gone out together, when the name Heather came up, she’d felt so guilty. Since she and Renie argued, around the time when the boy went home, she worried how he was doing. Surely he’d had the implants removed and was back to being himself. She wondered how she could ever have gone along with Renie, with what she did to him back then. "If he calls again, tell him I asked for him. Tell him I’m miss him."

Patty was satisfied that Carol wasn’t a part of what Renie did to the boy. They had nothing to worry about from her. She might be valuable in helping them with Renie. "You can tell him yourself. He’s going to be staying with us for a while."

"He’s there, with you!?"

Patty knew what she had to do. "I’m going to do some research and find out what I’ll need to do to get you back to yourself."

"What do you mean?" Walter didn’t understand.

"Well, I imagine you want to get rid of those implants? Don’t you?"

Walter felt very confused. "I suppose so."

They were both a little surprised at his hesitation. Patty was sure he was just scared of the surgery. "It’s really a very simple procedure. There’s nothing to be afraid of."

"We don’t have to do it right away, do we?" He asked, sheepishly.

"When you’re ready Heather." Linda replied, reassuring him.

Patty interpreted his reaction differently. "You do want them out, don’t you?"

Walter didn’t answer right away. He had felt so alone for so long after his parents died. Life with his Uncle had been hell. There was none of the love and support there he longed for. It was only his new friendships that gave him what he so desperately needed. Tina, Gina and his other friends, including Peter, gave him, as Heather, the happiness that his life was so sorely lacking. Now he had Linda, Patty and even Carol too. To go back to being just Walter would mean giving up all of it.

"I suppose." He said without conviction.

"It’s going to take me a few weeks to get ready." Patty told him. They didn’t press him. There was time. She also had to consider that he would have to take male hormones the rest of his life.

"They’re some friends I made with I first got to Boston. They’re letting me stay with them until I work things out." Was all he told Tina when he called her. He had the same conversation with Gina. He told them he’d call when he got settled and give them a number where they could reach him. Under no circumstances were they to let Renie know he had talked to them or give her the number. They both agreed without hesitation.

Linda had agreed to bring him to her Mother’s before dinner. It was as they were getting ready to leave that Walter asked, "Do you think your mother will let my friends come over to see me?"

Linda was packing him a bag. She could, at least give him a few outfits he could wear for now. She looked up and smiled at his question. "Of course she will. Don’t worry." He was so sweet. "Now I’ve packed you a few things so you’ll have something to wear."

It just dawned on him. "All my clothes are back at Renie’s. What am I going to do?"

"Don’t worry. We’ll see if we can get them, but in the mean time, I’m sure Mom’ll take care of you." It wouldn’t surprise her in the least if she took her out shopping.

Linda remembered how nervous he’d been in the stores. "Will you be alright if she takes you out?"

He didn’t hesitate for a second. "Oh, sure." Walter was completely confident in his role now.

Linda called her Mother to let her know the three of them were on their way. After dinner, Linda and Patty intended to go back to Linda’s and plan their next moves. On the ride over they went over the story Linda had told her Mother. Walter was comfortable with it.

Walter was so nervous the last time he was in the big house, around Linda’s family. Now, as he thought back, he didn’t remember what there had been to be so worried about.

Connie was thrilled to see him and she didn’t mind showing it. As much as Walter enjoyed seeing her again, she did go a little overboard he thought. She fussed over him more than he expected.

Aunt Mary was there, as Linda anticipated. She knew her mother well. They were just in time for dinner.

Connie could see the change in Heather. She no longer seemed like the awkward young thing she’d been, she was much more relaxed. In so many subtle ways, Heather behaved more like girls her age should. Gone were the boyish traits she’d exhibited when she visited months ago. The change was nice to see.

"I can’t believe the difference in her." Connie commented to Linda when they were alone in the kitchen, cleaning up.

"I know." Linda was still amazed at how natural his behavior was, for a girl. "Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea for her to stay with that women. Heather made a lot of new friends, other girls her age." She knew her Mom would go ballistic if she knew it was Renie she was talking about and what she’d done with him all that time.

After dinner, ‘Mom’ took him up to see his room.

She would have like to decorate it the way she and Mary talk about months ago but there wasn’t time. Connie emptied Heather’s bag on the bed, to put her things away. "Is this all you have?" She asked, appalled.

"I’m afraid so. I left in kind of a hurry." He replied sadly. He had so many clothes, back at Renie’s, that he was sure he’d never see again. In the past couple of months Renie had broken down and let him buy his own clothes. With role models like Tina and the others, helping him shop, he had a pretty normal wardrobe for a seventeen year old girl. He was really happy with it but now...

Connie put the few things he had away. "Don’t worry sweetheart. We’ll get you some new things." Mary and her had planned on shopping for her tomorrow anyway. It would be fun, the three of them going out and buying the poor thing new clothes.

The room, ‘his room’, was beautiful. It was just beginning to sink in, what it would be like, living in this big beautiful home with Linda’s parents. ‘Mom’ was so sweet and her father was unbelievable, the way they welcomed him into their home. Any girl would consider living there a dream come true.

Linda and Patty stayed with him when Mom left them and went downstairs. "Are you going to be ok if we go?" Patty asked him.

"I’ll be fine." He assured them. He was quite at ease and happy. "I really don’t know how to thank you for all you’ve done." How could he ever repay them.

It just seemed so natural to exchange hugs and kisses as they said goodbye.

"He just seems so happy." Patty commented as they drove back to Linda’s.

"So, what’s wrong with that?" Linda was glad he felt that way.

"It’s not that there’s anything wrong with it. I’m glad he is." She paused to think how to say what she was thinking. "I just get the feeling he doesn’t want to go back to being just...." She couldn’t remember his real name for a minute.

"To what? A boy?" It made Linda think.

"You saw how he reacted when I said I’d take out the implants."

She remembered how unsure he looked. "And when you offered to get rid of that patch of hair covering his crotch last night?" He told them it didn’t bother him. He said he’d just as soon leave it for now.

"Yes!" Maybe Patty was right, Linda started to wonder. "He looks and acts so happy just the way he is." Linda remembered something else. "You should have seen him getting dressed after his shower. The way he put on his makeup and did his hair. I didn’t encourage him at all. He just did it."

"We may have to rethink how to best help him." Patty commented very seriously.

Linda didn’t say anything. She was deep in thought.

It wasn’t easy for Peter to find a way to tell her. Peter called the house several times late that afternoon. He kept calling every half hour until Linda finally answered. He anticipated that he’d find Heather still there. Linda explained why they had him go stay with her Mother. It made sense to Peter.

Heather’s being gone would make it easier. "May I come over? I need to talk to you about Heather."

It was an awkward subject to broach as the three of them sat around the kitchen table. "I really like Heather a lot." He started off.

Patty and Linda exchanged concerned glances.

"I mean I think I love.. him."

Their eyes went wide with surprise. Had it been only a slip of the tongue? Or did Peter really know?

Their reactions were obvious. "It’s alright. I know Heather’s secret."

Patty was the first to find words. "You know?"

"I’ve known from the beginning. That’s why I had to come over and talk to you two."

"Does Heather...you know, know that you know?" Linda asked, still kind of taken back.

Peter was glad the hard part was past. "No, he doesn’t. I’m afraid to tell him."

Patty had her wits about her now. "You’re gay Peter?"

"Yes..?" He told them, feeling a little unsure of himself. He had to admit, if only to himself, that he was a little confused about his sexuality. For two years now, he’d accepted that he was gay. Certainly he felt more comfortable in the company of other boys. Life would be much simpler, he knew, if it was girls he preferred but he’d never found one he wanted to be with. That and pressure from his gay friends led him to the path he’d been on. Now he had doubts.

Making love to Heather, as limited as it’d been, had been the most marvelous thing he’d ever experienced. He never thought he could enjoy anything so much. While he knew what Heather really was, it wasn’t his sex that attracted him, it was the person inside. The fact that that person was more a girl than a boy didn’t really bother him. He came to believe that if Heather really were a girl, it wouldn’t change his feelings for him in the least. All this he told the two women, so they might understand his motives.

He didn’t stop there. Peter had to tell them everything. He told them the deal he first made with Renie and how, when he got to know Heather and began to discovered the sweet person he was, he couldn’t go through with it. He told them of the intimacies they’d shared. He bared his sole to them.

It took a few minutes to respond when the boy finally finished. They believed him, they believed he was sincere. "You have to tell him Peter." Linda finally said.

"I’m afraid."

Patty could understand why. "I know, but you have to." Now she was thinking of Heather, remembering how Heather looked at Peter, how he talked about him. There was no mistaking that there were strong feelings on his part too. If the relationship was to ever have a chance of working, they had to be honest with each other.

"And you say that if Heather really were a girl...your feelings wouldn’t change toward him?" She had to be sure. Patty’s mind was churning over possibilities.

He didn’t even stop to think, "I love Heather, no matter what!"

Peter stayed to help them plan their next move. With the air cleared, his help could be invaluable. Patty place a call to Carol. It was time to find out if she was sincere about helping Heather.

Peter went into the bedroom and called Linda’s mother’s. It was gratifying to hear how happy Heather was that he called. Peter listened while the boy told him all about ‘Mom and Dad’ and about the house and about his room and about their plans to take him shopping for clothes. Heather seemed so happy, it was a wonderful change. Peter asked if it would be alright with his new ‘Mom’ if he came over to see him tomorrow. He checked and they agreed he should come over after dinner.

Carol had no hesitation when Patty called. She came right over. It took a few minutes to fill her in on all that had transpired over the past few months, since she’d see Heather last. Then the four of them plotted, planned and connived till the wee hours of the morning.

"Hi."

Carol turned to see who it was. "Hi." She replied to the smiling girl coming up the walk.

"Nobody lives there." Cindy told the woman who’d been knocking on the front door.

"I thought a Jack Hastings lived here?" Did she have the wrong house? No, it hadn’t been that long ago that she’d been there. She was sure she had the right one.

"He used to. He moved out months ago." And good riddance, she thought to herself. "Are you family?" She asked.

"No," What a horrible thought. "I’m a friend of his nephew."

"What ever happened to him?" He’d been around for a few weeks then just disappeared. "I asked his Aunt when she came by the other day but she didn’t say much."

"His Aunt?" What Aunt?

"Yea, she came around yesterday, looking for him."

"What did she look like?" Carol asked.

"Tall woman, black hair. She was pretty."

Renie! "I believe the boy went to live with friends." Carol didn’t volunteer more. "Do you know where Mr Hastings moved to?"

"No idea. The police were around asking questions about him but nobody knows what happened to him."

"Was he in some kind of trouble?"

"Seemed like, but the police wouldn’t say." Cindy even asked.

"Well, thanks for your help." Carol was satisfied. The boy’s uncle had taken off and was apparently in some kind of trouble. She didn’t think they’d be hearing from him again.

"They girls went shopping as soon as the malls opened." Her Father told Linda when she called asking for her mother.

"You didn’t go to church?" Her mother and father always went to church on Sundays.

"Mother said Heather didn’t have a dress to wear so they decided to skip church this once and hit the stores as soon as they opened. Your Aunt Mary went with them."

"Did they say when they expect to be home?"

"You know your mother Sweetheart. She’s so excited about Heather being here. She told me she was going to buy her a whole new wardrobe. I’m sure they’ll be gone all day."

Lucky girl, Linda thought to herself, smiling. "Ok Dad. Just ask Mom or Heather to call me when they get in."

"Sure Sweetheart."

They didn’t need the boy for what they had in mind for today. It was actually better that he wasn’t around.

"Ohhh Dear. That outfit’s adorable." Connie remarked as Heather stepped out of the stall.

Walter loved it too. "Do you really think so." The label was expensive, like all the other things they already bought him. He was having a ball. Buying all new clothes was so exciting.

Many of the things they bought him were for school. "You must be really excited about going back."

Walter hadn’t even given it a thought till she mentioned it but of course she’d expect that he’d go to school. In a way, it was kind of exciting. He knew he’d be sent to the same school that Tina and the others went to. While it was a little scary, that fear was overshadowed by his excitement about being closer to his friends.

The really best part was the great new preppie outfits they were buying him to wear to school. His girlfriends were going to be so jealous. He couldn’t wait for them to see him in them.

They waited in the car for the police to leave. It seemed like they were in there for an awfully long time. The three of them joked about how unnerved Renie had to be at that moment. "What do you suppose they’re doing for so long?" Linda wondered out loud.

"I hope they’re scaring the crap out of her." Connie commented very seriously.

"Here they come." Patty remarked as the woman from Child Services came out the door and down the stair, flanked by the two police officers.

They saw Renie standing in the doorway with another woman, watching them leave. By the description Heather gave them, it had to be the woman, Joanne, Renie’s new lover. They waited only a few minutes before going up to her door.

Renie was pacing the floor, distraught, when the doorbell rang. Her first thought was that it was that woman and the police coming back, to question her some more. She was shocked to peek through the peephole and see her three old friends.

"Hi Renie." Carol spoke up first, greeting her with a smile. She was feeling rather smug. It was her idea to call Child Services and report that Renie was abusing the young woman, Heather, that lived with her.

"Carol?"

"Hello Renie." Carol said with a smile.

"Who’s your friend?" Patty asked.

Renie, feeling nervous, introduced everyone. It was obvious that these three had something to do with the police questioning her.

Joanne recognized them by name. She knew the story of how they met and their part in the joke they played on the boy. She was more angry than nervous about what they were doing there. She also put two and two together.

"So what have you been up to?" Linda asked Rene with her usual perky attitude. She was loving this.

She knew they had him. They had to. Why else would they be there and why else would the police have come? "You know damn well."

"Yes we do." Patty remarked. There was no cheer in her voice.

"Why don’t you three just leave!" Joanne got up, angry, and went over and stood beside Renie.

Carol turned to Renie’s lesbian lover. "If you’re smart you’ll keep quiet." Just knowing what the woman and her husband had been doing to Heather made her blood run hot.

"Do you really want the police to know your part in what’s been happening to Heather? Sit down!" Patty’s didn’t often raise her voice.

Joanne saw the wisdom in keeping quiet. She knew that she and Jimmy could go to jail as easily as Renie. She separated herself from Renie and went back to the couch.

Carol turned her attention back to Renie. "You’re really sick, you know that?"

"You had just as much to do with this as I did. You didn’t try to stop me when I told you my plans for Heather. You didn’t mind in the least when this whole thing started." Renie was naturally defensive.

"But she wasn’t the one who thought up the idea or made him get implants. She wasn’t the one who fed him hormones and she wasn’t the one who chemically castrated him." No one knew Patty’s part in all this and, under the circumstances, it was better that no one did, for now.

"What the hell are you talking about!?" Renie was yelling now. "Nobody castrated him!"

"No!? Then why are his hormones levels the same as a girls?" Patty knew why but she wasn’t about to tell her.

Renie was at a loss for words. She remembered what the doctor told her after he ran his tests. She just didn’t know why he wasn’t producing the male hormones. There was no way to convince these three that it wasn’t her doing. "So what do you want me to do?" She was a little more humble now.

This was just the way they wanted her. It wasn’t long before they left, with everything they came for.

Renie knew her hands were tied. If she said anything to anyone about the boy they were going to go to the police. Their prank with the boy was nothing, compared to what she’d done. She knew she would almost certainly go to jail if what she did was found out. At the very least, her career would be finished. No, she had no choice but to keep quiet.

Carol couldn’t wait to see him. They had all they brought with them put away in his room before he came home from shopping.

Walter was thrilled to find they had brought him all his clothes from Renie’s but he was more excited about the wonderful news he had to share. "I’m going to be going to school with Tina and my friends."

He took them a little by surprise but they all acted excited for him. Did he realize what he was doing? He didn’t seem to mind at all that everyone there would see him as one of the girls. That he’d be even more entrenched then ever in the role of Heather.

"You’re sure that’s what you want to do Heather?" Linda asked cautiously.

"It’ll be great. Don’t you think?" He couldn’t wait. "Mom’s going to take me in and enroll me in the morning."

"That’s terrific." Carol supported his decision. She just couldn’t think of him as a boy an longer and if it made him happy, why not?

"There isn’t a chance that he’ll be discovered. Not the way he looks and acts." Patty said to the others when they were alone. "I can give him a physical, for the record, so that’s not a problem. We have Heather’s birth certificate, thanks to Renie. Why shouldn’t he go to school with his friends?"

It was hard to argue with, considering that’s what he wanted.

Gina couldn’t come. She had homework and her mother wouldn’t let her out. Tina came with Christen and Shelley. Heather loved the looks on their faces when they pulled around in the big driveway. He gave them a quick tour of the house then took them straight to his room. They were even more impressed when they got a look inside his closet. Walter was delighted.

"You’re going to Glendale?" Tina was excited that Heather would be going to school with them. So were the others. Any apprehension he might have felt was overshadowed by their shared excitement.

"Heather, Peter’s here." Connie called up the stairs. She didn’t think it was right for a boy to go upstairs to her room. She made him wait for her to come down with her friends.

Connie suggested the rec room. Linda and her girlfriends always loved to go there. Many’s the night they had slumber parties down there. Connie always enjoyed it when the girls came over and spent the night. It was going to be wonderful to have Heather and her friends there to enjoy.

"She’s such a dear." Connie said, sitting down around the kitchen table with Linda and her friends. "She was so excited today, shopping." But that wasn’t all. "She’s so sweet. Each time we picked something out she insisted that we shouldn’t spend so much on her. It’s just that she looked so adorable in everything she tried on. Aunt Mary and I just couldn’t help ourselves."

This was the Heather they saw too.

"She seems pretty excited about school." Patty remarked.

"Oh, I know. You know, you just get the impression that everything’s an exciting new experience for her. She’s so up all the time." So much nicer than when Connie first met her.

"Oh, I just remembered." Linda went into her purse and took out the birth certificate they got from Renie earlier. "You may need this when you take her into school tomorrow." She handed it to her mother.

Connie hardly glanced at it. "You know, you’re father and I were talking and we think it would be a much better idea if Heather stayed here with us, permanently. You know that would be much more practical, with you working. I can be here for her every day and your father and I think it would be a much better environment for her to live here with us."

They had talked about just that on the way over from Renie’s. What cinched it for them was the way Heather was so excited about being there and everything that was happening. His Uncle was gone, who knows where? Renie was out of the picture. Most important, was how happy he was.

Peter stayed after the girls left. "I’m so glad you’re finally out of there. Away from that woman."

"You can’t believe how relieved I am." Walter sat down beside him on the couch.

Heather’s hand was sitting there, on his lap. Peter reached over and held it. Lately, he had been distant, hardly letting Peter touch him. It was different now. He didn’t pull away.

"I’ve really missed being close with you." Peter said, looking into those pretty eyes.

It had been so hard. After all that he’d been through with Renie, with Jimmy. He felt so dirty all the time. He knew Peter didn’t deserve the way he’d been acting toward him. It wasn’t his fault. He’d been nothing but supportive and caring. Those moments, before Jimmy and his wife came along, when Peter touched him the way he did, had been the most arousing moments he ever knew. Peter deserved much better.

Walter wanted it as much as Peter seemed to. As they stared into each other’s eyes, Walter leaned over and touch his lips tenderly with his. He felt a tingle go through him as he leaned closer and put his arms around Peter’s neck and kissed him with a passion he never shared with anyone before.

Walter had experienced pain. He’d experienced rape at the hands of people who thought only of their own satisfaction. He wondered now, as Peter held him, what could it be like to share passion, born of love? He’d listened to the stories the girls shared and he wondered what it must be like. As happy as he was at the moment, there was still something missing and he began to fanaticize what it might be like to be a girl, in love with a boy? Not just any boy, but a boy like Peter. He was suddenly jealous of his girlfriends.

They talked on the way back to Linda’s.

"I don’t see why not. It’s not a complicated procedure." Patty had read about it, driven by curiosity.

"But how would he look?" Linda worried.

"Just like any other girl his age. You wouldn’t be able to tell. It would take an internal exam to know that he’d had the surgery and I would be his doctor." That part was simple.

Carol was curious. "What about sex?"

"What about it?"

"Could he?" Linda clearly was worried about that too.

"Just like you or I." Patty assured them. She had pretty well made up her mind. After being around him for the past couple of days, seeing the way he’d changed, she was sure that’s what he would want too. He would be eighteen in about six months and he’d be able to decide for himself, how he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

The End

 

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