Two Mistakes

by

Dennis St.John

(Part 4 of 5)

           

Without so much as a wave, Daddy drove away, telling me he'd pick me up on Monday morning at seven am. It was going to be a long weekend I suspected, boring and nerve wracking constantly having to pretend I'm something that I'm not. I thought about that for a moment and smiled to myself. I'm a boy pretending to be a girl who's pretending to be a boy, how weird was that. Talk about Victor-Victoria, Sheesh! She had it easy.

I went through the usual, 'Hi Mom, Hi Dad' routine and headed up to me room to dump my things, mainly an overnight bad stuffed with unused guy stuff and my jacket. Looking in the mirror, I tried to see if there was anything obvious they might see, but everything looked as it did when I left the house. My chest wasn't any more developed thanks to an Ace bandage, and the application of makeup glue held the fake eyebrows in place. My face did look a little effeminate, even with the dabbed on imitation stubble. I checked my fingernails one last time, but Nora had made sure all traces of my fingernail polish had gone.

Friday evening went well, with only a couple of odd looks from my parents as we settled down to watch a movie after dinner, and later went off to bed. I missed the wine and sitting out on the patio to watch the sunset, settling instead for a beer out back looking at the ratty garden. I concluded that my Dad had a black thumb, as everything he planted immediately died. It wasn't his fault, unlike Granddad, he just didn't have the knack for gardening.

"So, how have you been, Mike." He asked, sucking on his beer and patting his ample stomach and letting out a soft belch. He looked over his shoulder quickly to see if Mom was nearby. She hated him belching.

"Good. I've been good. Busy and all that."

"How's the job at the… what did you call it?"

"It's an exclusive spar and retreat Dad. You know a place where those rich people go on to get away from it all."

"Yeah right, as if they do enough work to need getting away from it all" He snorted. "If I had their money, damned if I waste it on some fancy hotel." I'd heard all this before and just sighed. The cover story did have one thing going for it. There was no way my Parents could ever accidentally drop in and see me at work. Not that my parents were poor, but not wealthy enough to travel in the same circles as Da… Mr. Gray.

The next day, Saturday, I moped around the house and strayed out of Mom's way as much as possible as she like to use the morning to clean the place and do laundry. Dad was off to play golf, so he'd be gone all day, and probably part of the evening. Mom didn't seem to mind. She had her own interest. She bustled about, making beds, tidying up and what have you. Then she asked me to go to the local store for her to pick up a couple of things. Of course, I jumped at the chance to get out of the house. The less time I spent close to them right now the safer I felt. Settling my wig and putting my cap on, I shrugged into my jacket and was off. No problems at the store, just waved to a couple of old school buddies, ogled the girls bagging, and generally acted as a guy.

The moment I stepped back into the house, I knew something was wrong. My Mom was sitting at the kitchen table with a drink in her hand. She never drank except socially and then only one.

"What's up Mom?" Putting the shopping bag on the counter.

"Come here and sit down Michele. I need to talk to you." That didn't sound good.

"Okay Mum, but you look upset. What's wrong?" Pulling out a chair, I sat down opposite her. Without saying a word, she placed a pair of bright red lacy 'boycut' panties on the table. Instantly I went as red as the panties and mentally kicked myself. Daddy or Nora was going to spank my butt when I got home and they found out. I'd disobeyed and tucked another pair of panties into my bag, and this morning I'd forgotten it was laundry day. My Mother had gone into my bag looking for the fake dirty underwear and shirts.

"Tell me about them." She gave me one of those Mother looks, sort of wounded and vengeful at the same time.

"I… well... you see… this girl I know…

"Michele! " She snapped. "Please don't take me for a fool. These are perfectly clean, cost $40 dollar a pair, and there is not one single pair of dirty underwear in your bag." Desperately I thought of an explanation. One, I do my laundry at work, two, and these belonged to a girl and three…

"They are mine." I mumbled. It was the easiest explanation of all.

"I thought so. I've been noticing changes in you the last few months. How far has it gone?" I wasn't sure what she meant by that, and just shrugged.

"I like to wear panties sometimes." It sounded lame even to me, but she just let out a slight sigh and nodded.

"Your father use to likes to wear panties once in a while," she stood and walked to the sink to wash out her glass, "but he hadn't for a long time now. I suspect those day are over now, mores the pity." As she came pass me, and before I had time to react, she pulled my cap off and grabbed the wig. My long honey blond hair fell down around my face, freezing me in place. Mom walked over and sat down again, placing her elbow on the table, chin in her hand and looked at me.

"I wondered why you were wearing a wig. By the way I like the color, it suits you." Blushing, I shook my head, feeling my hair fall into the shape it was styled and cut for.

"I can explain, Mom."

"I'd love to hear it, but first, show me."

"Show you? What do you mean?"

"I suspect you are wearing panties and bra right now, and I want you to show me." She made it sound like a perfectly reasonable request, something a mother would say to her daughter, but not something she'd say to her son.

"Mom!"

"Michele. I want to see what my son looks like in girl's panties and bra. You are wearing them, aren't you?" It was more a statement than a question, and I nodded. "Good, go upstairs and undress. You can use my room if that will make you feel better."

I sort of stumbled more than walked out of the kitchen and upstairs. I don't know why, but for some perverse reason, I wanted her to see me dressed as a girl. She knew anyway, so what did it matter. With a sigh of relief, I stripped and took the horrible Ace bandage off and rearranged my bra. My breasts rebounded immediately, and I quickly sat down at her dressing table an applied some makeup. Nothing drastic, just a little silver blue eye shadow, blush, and pink lipstick. With my hair brushed back into its normal soft waves framing my face I felt I was ready, yet I only felt half dressed. Mother's wardrobe offered up a short white tennis skirt and a puffy sleeved pink blouse, both of which fitted my reasonable well. Her lingerie draw yielded a pair of black thigh high stay-ups and her jewelry box a neat gold ankle chain. It took me a while to find a pair of shoes to wear, as most of hers were too small and didn't look right. I finally found a pair of strappy evening shoes and managed to get me feet into them by stretching the straps a little. They were a little tight, but the straps gradually stretched to accommodate my feet. Brushing my hair one last time to tame a few unruly ends I tripped back downstairs, sucking my stomach in at the expected shocked look on my Mother's face. It's one thing to know your son is a panty wearing little pervert, and to seeing him dressed up all the way like a cross-dressing homo. Just in case, I brought the large hairbrush down with me in anticipation.

"I'm in the living room, Michele." She called, hearing me coming down the stairs. I started shaking a little as I walked in, and the blush certainly added color to my cheeks. Slowing my steps to a proper girl walk, I entered the living room and stood by the door.

"Oh my god!" Her hand flew up to cover her mouth and she sat there staring at me in disbelief, shaking her head slightly. "Come here!" There was no mistaking the note of anger in her voice, and putting my hands behind my back, I slowly walked over to her.

"Oh my god." She muttered again. "Turn around slowly." I did what she told me, conscious of how short the tennis skirt was. From her position on the couch, she'd be able to see my bright reddish pink lace panties. "Damn you Michele! Why on earth would you do this to yourself?" Turned back to her, I offered the hairbrush. One look was all it took.

Grabbing it out of my hand, she jerked me towards her and pulled me over her lap. The back of the tennis skirt went up, and my panties came down in short order. Then the back of the hairbrush landed. God! It hurt, even more so that my mother was spanking me dressed as a girl. By the time she finished, I knew my bottom was as red as my face, and pushing me off her lap, I knelt there rubbing my butt with tears streaming down my red face.

"Michele. I'm ashamed of you. Why didn't you tell me? Good god! How long has this been going on?" She shot question at me in rapid-fire succession, never giving me time to answer. At last, she stopped, and sat there looking at me. "Get up and pull your panties up. Oh my lord, I can't believe I'm saying that to my son." She shook her head again. "Go dry your eye and straighten your makeup. I can't have you looking like a tramp. We'll have to find you something better to wear."

Without a word, I stood and went back upstairs and dried my eyes. My butt stung like mad and the panties irritated the sore spots, but it was nothing compared to the wonderful shameful feeling inside having my mother spank me dressed like this. If I thought that was the end of it, I was living in a dream world. Coming back down, I found her waiting by the front door, handbag in one hand, car keys in the other. Without a word, she grabbed my arm and hustled me out of the house. I looked around hoping none of the neighbors could see me and thankfully was soon in the car. My mother kept up her angry silence all the way to the Mall and into Saks. Of course, I pouted and pulled back as she dragged me to the woman's department and made me stand there while she picked out lingerie for me, holding the up for size before adding them to the cart. She'd done that to me as a guy, holding up underwear, or a shirt against me to see if it looked good, and I hated it. That done she heading for the junior Miss section where she picked out several dressed and skirt/blouse combinations. After that came the inevitable trip to the changing room where I had to try on everything, and model it for Mother's approval. I think that was more humiliating then anything I'd had to do before when trying on my first jeans and pants. A lots of the women going in and out nodded in approval as well, plus a few of the guys waiting outside added they approval as well, raping me with their eyes.

This went on for an hour with mother got additional things for me to try on. At last, she was satisfied with everything from the skin out, including my underwear. I was now wearing a girl's black lacy bra with a cammi over that, black lace 'boys leg' panties to match the bra. She let me continue wearing the thigh highs but insisted that I wear a mid length body hugging peach colored slip with lace around the hem. Over that when a light sleeveless summer dress in pale blue chiffon. Even the lady guarding the changing room nodded in approval.

"You have a beautiful daughter." Mother looked at her moment, then at me.

"Thank you. Yes I do, don't I." She smiled then and I felt better. At least she was over her mad, and that was something. After that, instead of going home as I thought, she took me to a very nice restaurant where we had lunch together and talked.

"You look so much younger now, and even more so dressed like that." I knew what she meant, as I was wearing mid-teen girls clothes, and looked it. "Yet you seem a lot more sure of yourself than you ever were as a young man."

"I've… I've grow up since then, Mom." That brought a smile to her lips.

"Yes, you've grown up to look younger and sexier than you should. God good, how do you keep…?" She hesitated a moment. "I take it you now know all about the birds and bees?" That was mother's way of politely asking if I'd been fucked yet.

"Yes mother, I know about then now." I laughed.

"I see. Am I to understand that you have um… found someone?"

"Yes mother, I've found a… well, man who takes care of me." It was a little embarrassing talking about your sex life with your mother, especially dressed as I was.

"And this job at the spar, or retreat, or whatever you call it. Is that a lie as well?"

"Yes it is. I couldn't very well tell you that I was being… converted now could it?" She shook her head.

"No I suppose not under the circumstances." Just then, a female friend of my mother's came up, gushing as she usually does.

"Margaret, how lovely to see you." Moreover, sat down with us without being asked and tool off her lace gloves. She was here to stay through lunch. As the woman looked away to signal the waiter, Mother looked at me and rolled her eyes upward. "And who is this delightful young lady?" She asked, turning back.

"This is my… um… niece… Michelle." My Mother got it right the first time and I smiled and nodded to her.

"How do you do, Michelle." Holding her hand out.

"Very well, thank you." I murmured in my soft feminine voice. Having had a lot of practice, it came out sounding perfect.

"Oh, you just have to bring her to the party tomorrow. Everyone will be there, and I can introduce her to the other young ladies." She gushed.

"Won't there be boys there?" Mother asked.

"Of course dear, but we'll make sure we keep them apart. We wouldn't want anything happening to the young girls now would we?" She let out a sort of titter, as if she'd thought of something funny, looking slyly at me." If this old battleaxe thought that the boys in question hadn't already figured out ways to get their hand under some girl skirt, she was dreaming. My first thought was to tell my mother I didn't want to go. She'd make some excuse and that would be that. After thinking about it for a while I felt there was a defiantly kinky aspect to the idea, and that it might be fun to see if I could carry off the teen girl thing. I'd have to be do it when I went back to school, which was another thing I had to tell my mother about. The old battleaxe gave me the perfect opportunity.

"So, where do you live young lady?" She enquired. "And why hadn't I seen you before."

"That's because my sister only sent her here recently, isn't that right, dear."

"Yes, aunty. I'm started school here soon."

"You are?" They said, almost together.

"Yes. I'm staying with 'Uncle Donald' and I will be starting school next semester at Whitgift Academy." To my surprise, the old battleaxe jaw dropped, and even my mother looked at me with both eyebrows raised.

The need for me to go to the ladies room forced me to excuse myself at that point, and I saw a worried look on Mother's face. She obviously hadn't thought about me needing to go to the toilet. I smiled reassuringly and excused myself. I heard the old battleaxe murmur …'the Whitgift Academy'… as I walked away, guessing that this was not your ordinary girl's school. As I found out later, it was one of the most exclusive private girl's schools in the country, and that they had a waiting list that started at birth. How Daddy got me in I have no idea, but it suggested he had a lot more influence than I ever imagined. Thankfully, lunch ended soon after and we went home thankfully. Knowing my Dad wouldn't be home until late, mother having checked to make sure, finding him struggling on the ninth green, I put on a bikini bathing suit and took a swim. Mother took delight in just watching me from the shade of the patio, smiling up at me as she handed me a towel.

"You are absolutely adorable as a girl. If I hadn't seen it myself I would never have believed a normal, ordinary boy could be turned into such a stunning young female." I blushed, feeling my nipples go hard.

"Thank you Mommy." It was the right thing to say as she covered her mouth for a moment as she bit her lip. I could almost see a tear in the corner of her eyes, but she controlled herself. She stood and hugged me tight and we walked together into the house. "It's funny really. I always wanted a girl, and now to my surprise, I have one." She hugged me again and kissed me on the top of the head. "Go take a nice shower and take a nap before dinner." She said, patting my bottom as parents do to girls.

After dinner, mother had some things to do connect with her club, which left me at loose ends. She saw my distraction and suggested I get 'change' and go out for the evening. I smiled and ran upstairs to change into my 'guy' gear but let my panties bra, stocking and blouse on. They'd all be hidden under my guy clothes anyway so it didn't matter. I did have a bit of a job getting my hair under the shaggy boys wig, but I managed to tuck everything away in the end. With the cap on and no make up, in the dark or normal indoor lighting, it was difficult to see anything really different about me.

I wasn't sure where I was going, but inevitably, I ended up going to all my usual hangouts at the Mall. I did see one or two of my friend, and we hung out for a while before drifting off to do other things. They were mainly interested in getting laid, so girls were their main interest on a Saturday night. I wandered about for a while, played a few games at the arcade, and got a soft drink. For a while, I sat listening to a not half bad band playing in the courtyard until the need to go to the toilet forced me to move. I knew I shouldn't have had that soft drink, as they go through me as quick as anything. I almost made the mistake of walking into the ladies room, caught myself and quickly turned and entered the men's. It felt strange to stand at the urinal to take a leak having sat down for so long it seemed unnatural to stand. Loud voices at the door warned me of someone coming in and I tensed as four guys came in. Shit! It had to be three guys I knew at school, all jocks, and some of the guys that use to pick on me all the time. The fourth was my best friend, even if he was a jock, but I hadn't hung with him for a while.

"Hey! Its that little faggot, Mike Barns," the leader Tom Prichard yelled, laughing out loud. "Hey faggot, how's it hanging?" I winced and shook my head. The one thing he shouldn't have said was faggot.

"Hey, dickhead, why don't you say it louder, I don't think the guy at the other end of the Mall heard you!" For a moment he blinked, a look of astonishment on his face.

"What did you say you little faggot!" He snarled bunching his fist and stalked towards me.

"Hay Tom. Cool it. He didn't mean anything…"

"Shut the fuck Jerry." Pritchard said over his shoulder. "What did you call me, faggot?" He yelled at me.

"I said you are a loud mouth dickhead with shit for brains, are you fucking deaf?" I shot back. That did it, he charged, swinging his fists. All the got him was a perfectly executed side kick to his stomach as he came in. He let out a groan and sank to the floor. Seeing that, his two cronies moved it. The bad part of it was, my cap and wig came off, and my long honey blond hair fell down around my shoulders. The two guys stopped for a moment, blinked and came charging in. I took the first out with a swinging back kick; called the tail of the dragon, flipping him backward into a stall, out for the count. The second managed to get one blow in to my shoulder, but I hardly felt it, immediate grabbing the offered wrist, and giving it a vicious twist. The guy screamed as I dislocated his arm, and just for the hell of it, kicked him right in the crotch. After that, he just curled up into a ball, holding himself and sobbing like a baby.

My friend just stood there looking at me and put his hands up as if to say he wasn't here to fight. I saw the look on his face and ducked, feeling tom's roundhouse whiz over my head. The cocksucker had tried to sucker punch me, which was more his style anyway. I spun in the opposite direction to his punch, and as anticipated, his whole side was exposed. A short sharp heel strike from my hand drove the air out of his lungs in a whoosh and he staggered away holding his side.

"You fucking bitch!" He groaned. "I'm going to kill you."

"Come on then dickhead, show me what a big tough macho man you are."

"Fuck you faggot!"

"Oh no, that's one thing you'll never do. For one, your pathetic little dick isn't big enough, and you really don't have the balls for it." He screamed and charged me again. That might have worked in a football game, but all it got him here was a quick fade to the left and a solid punch behind the ear. I held back deliberately, as I could have knocked him out right there. I wanted to work off all the guilt and heartache he'd given me all those years. This was payback time and I was going to enjoy beating the living shit out of him. When he came at me the first time, all the old fear welled up inside, and I felt like running, or curling up into a ball like I usually did. Then I got mad, and it all faded away and my training kicked in. For the last six month, Daddy had insisted I take Martial Arts classes twice a week, and as much as I hated it and all the bruises and sore hands, I was thankful now. Standing back, I gave him time to recover, even taking off my jacket and handing it to my old buddy. The peach colored silk blouse did little to hide the black lace bra, or the fact I had breast now, and looking at me Tom Prichard couldn't believe his eyes.

"You rotten little faggot pervert! You've got tits like a fucking girl!" He snarled.

"Yeah, nice aren't they? Wana squeeze them and play with them big guy." I teased.

"Fuck you bitch. I'm going to beat you to a pulp and fuck your faggot ass." He hissed.

This time he didn't make the mistake of charging in but stalked forward, his fist raised in a boxing stance. I let him get close enough to deliver a short wicked pump to my head and ducked before it arrived. The heel of my hand slammed into his breastbone like a pile driver, staggering him down to his socks. Stepping back, he dropped his guard as he gasped for air that refused to enter his lungs. That gave me the perfect opportunity to deliver a swinging back kick to the side of his face. He spun around and crashed into the wall, holding onto it as he panted for breath.

"Come on tough guy. You use to love beating the crap out of me and call me dirty names. How does it feel for the little fag to beat the crap out of you for a change?

"Stop!" He moaned, holding his jaw.

"Why, you never stopped when I begged you." I bounced on my toes, waiting for a target. Saying that I side kicked him in the thigh. I was going to hit him in the knee from the side, but knew that would shatter his knee. My object wasn't to cripple him, but teach him a lesson, if that was possible. He moaned louder and grabbed his leg, hobbling away from me as I came towards him. I beat him then, punch after punch kick after kick, landing in any exposed part of his body I could reach with my hands and feet. In the end, I stood over him, breathing heavily until I felt a gentle hand on my arm. Looking around I saw my old friend holding my jacket out.

"I think it time to go Mike." He said softly. I looked at him, then down at Tom Prichard. He lay there sobbing, looking up at me, and I deliberately spat on him. A quick looked showed his two buddies off to the side with a look of wonder and horror on their faces.

"If you ever see me again, walk on the other side of the street. If you don't I'll do the same to you as I just did to him." They both nodded, drawing back, fearing I'd do exactly that right then.

Jerry held my jacket open, and I shrugged into it, not bothering with the cap and wig. What the heck! Why hide now. I really didn't give a shit if anyone I knew saw me as a girl any more. Jerry walked a little behind me as I stalked out of the Mall into the dark parking lot, gradually burning off the adrenaline rush. I came down with a crash and I started crying, unable to stop myself. It was stupid, but there was nothing I could do about it. The doctor had warned my about emotional swings, but this was ridicules. I felt Jerry's arms go round me, and like a stupid girl, I turned and buried my face in his chest. He hugged me and kissed the top of my head, saying all sort of stupid thing, not that it mattered, as I didn't heard most of them, crying so much. He led me over to a dark corner, and we stood he stood there hugging me. Anyone passing by would have thought us no more than a boy and a girl, doing what boys and girls did. The next minuet he was, kissing me that is, and damn it I responded. He was my best friend, a guy, and he was kissing me like there was no tomorrow. We must have stood there for ten minuets doing just that, and it wasn't long before I'd sucked his tongue into my mouth and he had his hand on my breast. He pulled back slightly and broke the kiss at last, letting out a long sigh.

"Oh shit! I can't believe it!" He moaned softly. "They are real and I'm kissing my friend."

"Yeah, they are real, and we can stop kissing if you want."

"Fuck no! I like kissing you, even as kinky as that sounds." He said, locking his lips back on mine. My arms went around his neck, and it wasn't long before he was squeezing the cheeks of my ass, his hard cock against my stomach. At that point, I had to break off the kiss, as I wanted to laugh, remembering the old Mea West joke.

"Are you pleased to see me, or is that a gun in your pocket." I giggled. For a moment, Jerry stood stock-still then burst out laughing himself.

"No, its not a gun, it's a fucking cannon." He hiccupped between laughs. He almost had tears running down his face. "Oh God stop! I can't take this any more." Slowly it subsided, and hand in hand we walked across the parking lot to the buss stop, standing there kissing some more waiting for the buss to arrive. He blushed a little getting on, but whether from his obvious hard on, or being seen with me I wasn't sure.

"Please get off at my stop." He asked softly. I looked at me a moment.

"Before I answer, you'd better think about it. I don't want you waking up tomorrow and regretting it."

"You're… you're not…" I knew what he was trying to say.

"No Jerry I'm not all girl, just part of me."

"Oh lord!" He muttered. "Get off at my stop, please. I… I have something I want to show you." He said at last. I giggled and nodded, thinking about what he wanted to show me. His face looked like someone had just handed him the keys to Fork Knox. He put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me close. We got off at his stop, and he walked beside me with his arm possessively around my waist.

"Aren't you worried that someone might see you hugging your friend? I still look a little like guy dressed like this." I murmured softly, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Oh fuck! I don't care right now who seems me. You are so fucking hot!" He breathed in my ear before kissing my neck. Jerry was lucky in one way. He had a converted apartment over the family garage with its own outside entrance, so we got into his apartment without anyone seeing us.

"I need to use the toilet, Jerry." Hoping I didn't have to explain. Jerry just nodded, suddenly looking a little embarrassed. I was wondering if he was having second thought, but the big budge in his pants said no. He was hot, so why the embarrassed look.

"Umm…you might find some makeup in the draw's… my sister comes in something when Mom's in the bathroom to do her makeup…" He offered, sounding a little lame.

I undressed and took a quickie shower to make sure I was completely clean, dressing again in my panties and bra. After straightening my stocking and garter belt, I opened several of the draws and took a peek inside. In one, I found lipstick, a three-color eye shadow pad and eye liner. That was enough for tonight and quickly and expertly applies the makeup. A brush from another draw straightened my hair back to the way it should be, thinking how funny that was now, and I was ready.

Walking back into the bedroom cum study, I found jerry half-undressed but still wearing his jeans. His mouth fell open when he saw me and he sat down on the bed hard, staring in disbelief.

"Oh my god! You are so fucking hot!" He breathed.

"Thank you Jerry, you aren't bad looking yourself." He was good looking in a hunky, jock sort of way with wide spread shoulders, narrow waist and hips and strong looking arms. He didn't have much hair on his chest, which I found surprising, but nice. I'm not into hair at all.

"I… I need to go to the bathroom." He stammered, blushing again. "I need to show you something."

"I can see that, Jerry, and I want to see it." I giggled, but that only made him blush brighter. He walked over to the bathroom door, stopped, looked back at me for a moment, as if trying to make a decision. He took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes.

"Promise you won't laugh." He asked in a soft voice.

"Laugh? About what Jerry." He just shook him head and went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

I heard the shower running, and for some reason felt better. At least he had the courtesy to take a shower instead of jumping me without one. It was considerate of him. I lay on the bed and turned on some music, finding and FM station playing light classical music, thinking it might help as background. I took a moment to wonder where I'd picked up a liking for classical, as before I always thought of it as old guy stuff, going more for the heavy metal, and punk rock. I guess it was my exposure to Daddy, and a cover for what I really wanted to listen to. Macho guys don't listen to classical. Jerry seemed to be taking a long time to take a shower, but at last, the door opened. His hand reached out and touched a light switch, and the light in the bedroom dimmed. I smiled, thinking how romantic that was. I froze in surprise as Jerry walked slowly out. It was a different Jerry then the one I knew. He was wearing a pair of thigh high stocking, garter belt, panties and makeup, mostly pink lipstick and blue/silver eye shadow. He stood there looking apprehensively at me. I bit back a laugh, remembering my promise, smiling instead.

"Come here stud." Beckoning him to me. He walked across the room, hand in front to hide his raging hard one and lay down beside me. Leaning over I kissed his pink lips, pushing his hand away so I could stroke his cock. "Got a little secret of your own, haven't you." I did laugh then, and he smiled in return, letting out a deep sigh.

"You… you're not mad at me?" He asked, biting his lower lips.

"No, but I think I need to even the score." Jerry gulped as I slipped off the bed, remembering something I'd seen in the bathroom.

I walked in, seeing a small bag on the counter. A quick look showed me where Jerry kept his private stash of panties and things. I lifted out a pair of rose-colored 'boycut' panties and help them up, tutting to myself. This guy needed a lesson on keeping his panties clean. These were obviously well used, smelling of pee and lots of cum stains inside. An Idea struck me, and picking up the clothes brush, I'd seen earlier, one of those large ones used to brush a suit down before you went out, and holding the dirty panties by one finger, I walked back into the bedroom. Jerry sat up, a shocked look on his face, his eyes flicking between the brush and the panties. His cock deflated like a pricked balloon, and he gulped as I walked over to him.

"What… what are you going to do, Mike?" He stammered.

"It's Michelle now Jerry and I think you know what I'm going to do."

"Oh god!"

"Any questions?" I asked, giving him a lop sides smile. He shook his head and slowly stood up. "Are your parents going to hear?" He immediately shook his head.

"There… there bedroom is at the back of the house. I… I can play heavy metal and they don't hear a thing."

"Good, not get over here, Jerry." I sat down on the corner of the bed, motioning him over with the brush. He sucked in his breath and shivered.

"Oh god!" He moaned, his face scrunching up into a grimace, visibly on the verge of tears. He came over until he was within reach and stopped. I simply reached out and took his wrist, using the minimum amount of force to pull him over my lap. He moaned as I moved him into position, seeing his butt tense in anticipation of what was to come. Grabbing him by the hair, I pulled his head back, hearing him sob. He knew what I was going to do.

"Open your mouth, bitch!" He struggled a little, moaning louder as I stuffed the dirty panties into his open mouth. "We don't want you screaming and bringing your Mom and Dad over here now do we?" Jerry shook his head.

The moment I touched the waistband of his panties, his hand shot back to stop me. It was easy to jerk his arm up his back, and hook one of my legs over his. There was no way he was going to escape before I'd finished with him. Pulling his panties down to mid thigh, I ran my hand over his smooth butt, smiling as I pressed the butt plug to let him know I knew it was there. He was trapped now and he knew it. He started sobbing before I'd even started to spank him, not that it stopped me. I spanked him then, slowly and deliberately until his whole butt and upper thighs were as red as his face and panties. By them, he was screaming softly around the gag, but he never spat it out. He jumped and struggled, but surprisingly, didn't try very hard to escape. At last, I stopped and lowered him to the floor in front of me. He knelt there sobbing to himself and holding his butt. I pulled the dirty panties out and dropped them on the floor beside him, hearing his sob louder now.

"You are such a dirty little panty wearing boy slut, aren't you Jerry?" He nodded, keeping his head and eyes down. "Are you going to forget to keep your pretty panties clean any more?" He shook his head again. "Say it, I want to hear you say it."

"No ma'am, I won't forget to keep my…"

"Say it, or I'll spank you again."

"No ma'am," he sobbed, "I won't forget to keep my pretty sissy panties clean any more."

"That's better. Now come and show me how sorry you are." He looked up at me quickly, then down at my cock, almost whimpering he shook his head as I reached over and grabbed him by the hair.

"Don't…" He couldn't even say it. "I can… I never…" I simply pulled his head between my legs. "Please don't make suck…" He didn't get to say any more as I pushed the head of my hard cock between his pink lips and into his mouth. He squealed softly as I started moving his head back and forth.

"Suck me good Jerry. A panty wearing sissy boy like your need to suck cock, just like you've dreamed of doing all the times you've wore panties." That made him cry even more, but he didn't stop sucking. It was delicious fucking his mouth, and sweet revenge in a way. Gradually he moved between my legs, and at last, I stood, holding his head tight and pumping my cock in and out between his tight wrapped around my cock.

"Umm yes, the little panty wearing sissy is getting his pretty pink mouth fucked at last." Looking down, I saw him playing with his cock, and slapped him on the back of the head. "No, no. Stop playing with yourself. You are on your knees sucking me off to please me, not yourself!" He stopped, sobbing even louder at not being able to jack off. In some way, it made it even more humiliating not to be able to do that.

Gradually I pushed it in deeper, hearing and feeling him gag as I hit the back of his throat. He let out a little squeal each time I did, gripping my thigh hard. I wondered how many times he'd dreamt of this while wearing his panties and playing with himself. A lot I suspected, and I enjoyed giving him his most secret dream, but I had to stop before I filled his mouth with cum. I wasn't finished yet. He need that whole thing, and without a word, I pulled my cock out of his mouth, feeling him suck harder to keep it there. Holding onto his hair, I pulled him to the end of the bed and push him forward and knelt down behind him. He blubbered now, knowing what I was about to do, but with his arm forced up behind his back there wasn't a lot he could, or wanted to do about it. I knew how he felt, what he wanted, even better than he did. Once I had him laying over the end of the bed, I reached down and wiggled the butt plug out, hearing him let out a deep moan.

"Now I'm going to fuck your sissy ass, bitch!" I whispered in his ear. He frantically shook his head, please… please don't fuck me… please… not thatttttttttttt arrrrrrrrrr!" It was easy to get the head of my cock in his ass after the butt plug, and in one quick thrust and I was all the way in, hearing him squeal again. "Oh god nooooo!"

"Oh fuck yes! I love fucking cock-sucking, panty-wear, sissy queerboys like you." I moaned softly. "Spread your fucking legs bitchboy!" Sobbing like a baby, he did. I even stroked his cock a little, wanting to keep him hard and horny, but I wasn't going to let him cum yet. Not so me, I wanted to cum in his ass, wanted him to know what it felt like to be fucked and have his ass filled with a guys cum. He moaned, whimpered and squeal as I pounded his ass harder and harder, until finally I rammed it all the way in, hard, and held it there. Jerry let out one long 'nooooooo' as I did before slumping forward as I let his arm go and relaxed over his back. We lay there like that for five minuets, neither of us wanted to move, but at last, I did, pulling my now limp cock out of his ass. He moaned softly as I did, partly in pain and part pleasure I suspect. A quick trip to the bathroom cleaned me up and repaired my makeup, returning to find him still laying across the end of the bed. Leaning down, I kissed the back of his neck and ruffled his hair.

"Go clean up Jerry and put your pretty panties and things away. I'm the girl, and you don't want your Mom or sister to see you like that." Slowly he nodded in understanding, but I could see he hated the idea of taking it all off. I was dressed, so why couldn't he. He came back, looking all male and hansom again, smiling shyly at me and lay down beside me.

"Um… you're not… um… shocked are you?" My lips pressed against his stopped the flow of words and he quickly wrapped him strong arms around me. We broke after a few minuets, and he lay there looking at me. "Fuck! You are so fucking hot."

"So are you." I giggled. "How long have you been wearing panties?" He shrugged.

"Started wearing my sisters when I was 12 years old." He blushed slightly at the admission.

"And you've never done anything like that in all this time?" His shaking head told me the answer. "Well, now you know what it feels like," I smiled, "did it live up to your dreams?" He looked at me a moment and nodded.

"With you it did. Shit! I think I'm in love with you for Christ sake." He moaned softly and rolled onto his back. "I never thought I could actually do any of that."

"No, I suspect not. You are more the macho type and just wanted to find out what it was like."

"But you? I would never have thought you be…" He was at a loss for words.

"A cock sucking faggot bitchboy?" I offered.

"Fuck no. Never in a million years, but wh…" I place my finger over his mouth to stop him.

"Don't ask why, or anything else. Just accept it. He pulled my hand away and kissed the tips of my fingers, seeing how they were cut and shaped. Girls fingers nails. "Now its your turn."

"My turn?"

"Yes, that's why I didn't let you cum. Now you get to rape me." His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"What?"

"That's what you wanted to do when you first saw me like this. You wanted to rape the little faggot bitch. Show him what a real man was." I laughed softly at his expression.

"I didn't…."

"Yes you did. You saw your friend with long blond hair, bra, and pink blouse, and you thought to yourself, what a fucking faggot. I was doing something you could never do and you were jealous." His blush gave him away. "So now you get to show me what a stud you are, and rape the prancing little sissy bitch." I heard him moan, and his cock starting to get hard.

"You don't mean it. Stop teasing me."

"Oh I mean it. Rape me. Be as rough as you want, say what ever you want. Show me what a big strong macho stud you really are." For a moment, he looked me in the eyes, and I nodded. Jerry took a deep breath.

"Shut the fuck up you cock sucking faggot bitch!" I gave him a little smile and a nod.

"Please Jerry. Don't say nasty things like that to me. I'm your best friend!" I used my whiny voice, making it sound pleading.

"My best friend! I'd don't have prancing fag bitches for my friends. All my friends are real men." He grabbed my arms as I reached over to touch his face. "Not cock sucking little fags."

"That's not nice. I'm not a fag…" He slapped me across the face, not hard, but a slap nonetheless. "You're a fag! A dirty little dick licking queer!" He was rock hard, and reaching over he ripped my bra down. "Fuck! You've even got real tits like a girl for Christ sake."

"Please. Don't hurt me." I begged, trying to push him away.

"Hurt you! I'm going to fuck your tight faggot ass, bitch!" He reached down and grabbed my panties, and with two hard tugs ripped them off. We tussled, as I gently fought him, begging and pleading with him not to fuck me like a girl. It was a bit difficult to help him get me on my hands and knees, as I didn't want to say anything to break the mood, but at last, he understood what I wanted. He wanted to fuck me face to face, but that wouldn't have been good. Looking at my face might remind him I was his friend. I wanted him to let go, and enjoy something that he'd probably never had the chance to do again in his whole life. It worked and I got spanked, hard. First, he fucked my mouth, ramming it all the way in and down my throat. I cried, begged, gagged and choked as he thrust it in, ordering me to suck it like a good cock-sucking faggot. He let go, unloading all the frustration on me until at last, he had his cock inside my butt and trying to 'fuck my brains out' as they say. I played the part perfectly, listening to his vocal cues as I begged and sobbed, real tears running down my face. He almost squeal as I did when he let go, slamming his cock in hard and holding it there, calling me a cock sucking faggot over and over again as he filled me with his cum. The expression on his face in the mirror was a cross between hatred, pain, pleasure and ecstasy as he peaked, almost passing out as he crashed back down. For a long time we just lay side by side as his cock softened, breathing hard in my ear at first, and then slowing. After it popped out, I gently slipped off the bed and went to get warm wet clothes, and gently wiped him clean. I cleaned myself and stole a pair of his panties, clean ones, as mine was a rag now, slipping into bed beside him, under the covers now, as he cuddled up against me, I saw tears in his eyes.

"What Jerry?" I asked, feeling a little concerned.

"You're so beautiful, Michelle." He whispered.

"Shush. You're just saying that because fucked me."

"No, I mean it. If things were different… Oh, shit! I'd marry you in a heart beat." He went all tender and weepy. "You just gave me the most wonderful night of my life, and I'll never forget it, ever."

"Except if you see me on the street with your buddies. Then you'll…" He stopped with his hand over my mouth.

"No any more I won't. No more comments about gay, or fag, or any of the shit. If I see you on the street, be prepared to get hugged and kissed in front of everyone, girl." Now it was my turn to go all weepy. We hugged and kissed for a while, getting sleepy, both exhausted. "Boy, you sure kicked the shit out Tom. Where on earth did you pick up all that kung Fu shit?" More asleep than awake now.

"Around." I answered, eyeing the clock.

I'd have to get out of here soon, but I felt wonderful comfortable and decided to get just a little sleep, but it wasn't for long. I woke up feeling a little cold, and Jimmy's hand caressing my body. The sheet and blanket were pull off, and he was gently running his hand along my arm, hips and leg. I turned over onto my back and looked at him, seeing the look in his eye.

"How did my best buddy, turn into a drop dead gorgeous baby." His whispered, his fingers sliding over my flat stomach and chest. His hand on my breasts fell good, and I ached up to meet his caress. "You are so fucking hot Mickey… Michelle." He sighed, his hand slipping down under the waistband of my panties to take hold on my hard cock. "Oh fuck!" He muttered.

"What?" I asked, moving my hips in response.

"I… I want to do something." His eyes flicking down to my cock now exposed as he shifted my panties down with the back of his hand. I knew what he was going to say.

"You don't have to Jimmy. I'm not asking you to." Seeing the look on his face. His eyes flicked back up to mine.

"No… you don't understand, I want to do it. Of my own free will." He let out a shuddering breath. "I want to do this for you, so you know I'm telling you the truth. I don't care if you are male or female, it makes no difference. I love you." I couldn't say a word.

The one thing one guy can't say to another is, I love you as he would to a girl. At least not straight guys. It's against some sort of code of honor, and to say it immediately branded them for all time as queer or gay. He slowly sat up and slipped my panties down my legs and took them off, his eyes fixed on my cock. Lifting one legs he moved between them, shifting around so he could lean down. He looked up at me one last time, and pushing his hands under my butt, lifted me as he leaned down to take my cock in his mouth. I sighed, moaning softly as he sucked me into his warm mouth. That was only the start. He sucked my for a few moments, then began kissing me. My legs, inside my thighs, my crotch and my butt. Feeling his hot tongue probe between the cheeks, hearing moan as he did. He didn't stop or hesitate, probing me deep, kissing my ring before slipping his tongue inside. It felt so good I just had to lift my legs so he could get in deeper, and he did, frigging my ass with his tongue. Finally, he came back to my hard cock, kissing and licking it like some sweet lollypop before taking it in his mouth. Then came the final surprise. He took me all the way into his mouth. I don't have a big cock now, and I'm only five inches long, but he took it all without gagging or choking until he sucked me to a climax. I felt him shiver and moan softly as cum filled his mouth, and without a second thought, swallowed all. He wasn't finished yet. Shifting forward, he wiggled his hard cock between the cheeks of my butt, leaning forward now to kiss and suck my breast and nipples. It was as if he was making love to a girl, and wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him into me. It hurt a little, but I didn't care. I wanted him in there, fucking me as he would one of his hot dates, and he did. My body arched up, and I squeezed him tight as he climaxed, seeing the look of pain and pleasure on his face as he drove his cock all the way in and held it there. Sinking down beside me, he kissed my lips, sighing as he did.

"Oh shit! That was the best fuck I have even had." I accepted the loving lie. I was the best guy fuck he'd ever had, but a real girl had to be better, at least I thought so. I was about to get off the bed to get a wet warm towel when he stopped me. "My turn." He whispered. He gentle wipes me clean and put my panties back on before sliding back into bed next to me, puling me close.

I eyed the clock again, seeing two am. I could sleep for about two hours before I had to get out of there, and kissing him, I snuggled down in his arms and drifted off to sleep. I guess I didn't realize how exhausted I was, as the next thing I knew, someone was shaking me awake, and it wasn't Jimmy. He was still asleep with his arms around me. I opened one eye, wincing at the bright sunlight streaming into the room. I didn't need to say 'Oh shit!" Jimmy said it for me as he woke up as well.

"Good morning, big brother." A cheery voice called. I got my eye in focus to see his sister sitting on the side of the bed looking at us. She was only wearing panties and bra, and not much of either. Lucky guy Jimmy, living with a hot looking sister. My mouth felt gummy. She looked to be about my age, or at the age, I looked now, and seemed totally unconcerned that her older bother had a young girl in his bed.

"Hi." Was all I could get out for the moment, not sure, how she was going to react to finding a girl in his brother's bed?

"Hi there. You look familiar. Do I know you?" I blinked in an attempt to get both eyes working and in focus, and give myself time to think.

"Sis! You are a pain in the butt, get out of here." Jimmy growled.

"So who's your new girlfriend, Bro?"

"She…" He stopped for a moment and looked at me. His sister wasn't seeing Mike, she was seeing Michelle. "Oh, this is Mike cousin, Michelle."

"Hi Michelle. You look a little worse for ware." She giggled. I doubt she'd believe we were just holding a prier meeting or that I'd lost my way home and need a place to sleep for the night. "You know Mom and Dad are going to kill you if they find her in your bed, don't you." Hearing Jimmy groan.

"Yeah, your brother snores and kept me awake all night." I managed a smile.

"Right. That's what all the moaning and squealing was about, and by the way, who spanked who last night?" I'm not sure who turned a brighter shade of pink, Jimmy or me.

"Jimmy!" I growled as I sat up, quickly grabbing the sheet and pulling it up.

"What? I didn't know she was going to be home this weekend, for Christ sake." I thumped him on the arm, hard, seeing him wince. "At least you can get us a cup of coffee Sis." He looked daggers at me and rubbed his arm.

"What am I your maid servant?" She snorted, crossing her arms under her breasts.

"Right now you are, unless you want me to accidentally mention to Mom and Dad who you slept with last time you were home. His sister looked shock for a moment, her mouth dropping open.

"You wouldn't… how do you know who I slept with?"

"I'm not saying, but let's just say this person had dark hair…"

"Alright already, I'll get you the damn coffee," she huffed, "you want cream and sugar in yours as well?" She asked, looking at me. I just nodded, looking a bit bemused I suspect.

"What was that all about?" I asked as his sister took her cute butt out of the room and downstairs for coffee.

"She and her girl friend spent the night together last weekend, and they weren't knitting." My mouth dropped open and I just sat there looking at him in disbelief.

"You mean she's a les…" Wait! I'm laying him bed wearing a pair of cute panties with guy who'd just spent half the night fucking my brains out.

People who live in glass house should not under any circumstances whatsoever throw, rock, stone or fucking boulder at someone else's house. My mouth shut with an audible click, and I just smiled sweetly at him. Hydraulic pressure drove me out of bed and into the bathroom, sighing in relief as I sat down. After that, I dived into the shower thinking how on earth I was going to get out of the house without his parents finding out. His sister was right; being caught in bed with an apparent underage 'girl' wasn't exactly the best thing that could happen. While drying off in the shower, a hand reached in around the curtain and held up a pair of black lace 'boys' leg' panties, for which I was grateful. At least with these and tucking my dick back, I could pass; also, they looked kinda cute on me. His sister came back in with the coffee just as I was towel drying my hair.

"So, what are you plan's today, girl?" She asked handing me the mug.

"Me? Well…" Then I remembered. "Oh shit…" I covered my mouth and blushed. "Sorry about that. I meant that I just remembered. My… um… my aunt planned for me to go to this dumb party today."

"You too?" She laughed. "Must be the same one my mother is insisting I go to." She looked at me a moment, her eyes never getting up to my face. Her eyes were locked on my breast. "Come to think about it, it might be fun at that." She added as an after thought.

"Mary Ann. Will you get your ass out of my bedroom so I can get dressed." Jimmy growled from the depth of the bathroom.

"Sheesh! That never stopped you before. Shy with your girl friend here?" She giggled. "He's always a grouch in the morning." She stage whispered from behind her hand.

"If you don't get out of here, I'm going to paddle your butt!" That made her laugh.

"Mom and Dad are up, so you'd better come to my room. You can dress there." She offered. "I have lots of makeup in case you don't have any."

"I don't. I didn't expect to be out all night."

"Won't your aunt be mad at you for staying out all night?" Mary Ann asked as I grabbed my things and followed quick to her room.

"Not really. I told her I was staying at a friend house overnight." She giggled.

"You just didn't say which friend."

"Yeah, true."

"So whatcha gona wear to the party."

"Hadn't thought about it. Don't really have anything with me for a party." And I didn't.

"I can lend you something. I have tons of clothes."

"What are you going to wear?"

"I'll show you." She did. Thankfully I managed to snag a robe, so my reaction to her impromptu fashion show, didn't show. It wasn't the skirts, blouse combination she tried on, or the dresses. She insisted of showing me the underwear as well, stripping in front of me each time to put a different set on.

"Okay, which one is going to drive the boys up the wall the most?" She asked, grinning from ear to ear.

This went on for an hour, at one point her mother coming in and looking around. A quick introduction and rolling her eye at the scattered clothes and she left. Mary Ann insisted I try on different outfits, and thankfully, I managed to skip the underwear change and control myself enough that I didn't embarrass myself. We ended up with both of us wearing mid length skirts, her blue, mine yellow with a matching long sleeved blouse. She wanted to go with a halter top and no bra, but her mother killed that idea off, so Mary Ann settled for an almost sheer rose colored, long sleeved blouse and matching bra underneath. I did call my 'aunt' and told her I was going to the party with Mary Ann and her parents, and that I'd meet her there. I could hear the question in Mom's voice, but she must have read between the lines that my secret was safe. At least from Mary Ann and her parents it was

Makeup done, jewelry in place, Mary Ann was a complete knock out, and she knew it. I just wore a wide black velvet collar with a small cameo I borrowed from her, as I didn't want the hassle of having to worry about returning jewelry. Walking down stairs together, Jimmy's jaw dropped in shock. I guess he hadn't realized until then, just how far the changed had gone. Now, made up, hair done, nail polish in place, with nude panty hose and a mid length skirt he got the full effect.

"Close your mouth Jimmy. You look like a fish out of water." His mother said, eyeing Mary Ann and I. "Though I must say, you two do look stunning." Jimmy's mouth shut with an audible click and he gulped coffee to hide his grin. I felt a little embarrassed, as his Dad wasn't exactly shy about looking at me either.

It felt a little strange sitting there eating brunch with Jimmy's family, and this wasn't the first time. Before I'd been Jimmy's friend, a guy, acting as a guy. Now I was supposed to be Jimmy sister's friend, acting as a girl. The one thing I didn't get was any strange looks, but I didn't have to kick Jimmy under the table a few times, to get the grin or the starry eyes look of bewilderment off his face. I knew exactly what he was thinking, last night upper most in his mind.

"Are you going to school near here?" His Dad asked, looking away from the CNN news broadcast.

"Yeah. I'm starting school at the Whitgift next semester."

"You are! Wow, that great. That's where I'm going." Mary Ann whooped. For a second my heart leapt into my throat. Jimmy gave me a funny look and mouthed 'school' with a big question mark.

"What's the school like." I asked, looking at Mary Ann.

"It's great. I stay in the dorm during the week, sometimes two depending on what is going on, and come home weekends." She gave Jimmy a wicked grin. "Some of the classes suck…"
"Mary Ann. That's not a nice thing to say. We are paying a lot of money for you to get the best education possible." Her Dad rumbled.

"Yeah, I know Dad, but home economics just sucks."

"Home edd? You mean cooking classes?" I sighed. Thankfully, the guys could skip that one when I went to school. For a moment, I thought Jimmy was going to choke on his ham and eggs. I looked daggers at him.

"Yeah, I think both of you would look cute in an apron, tripping around the kitchen making dinner." He chuckled.

"In your dreams knucklehead," Mary Ann snapped with a growl, "it will be a cold day in h…" she stopped grinned and looked at her Mom, "well... before you see me in an apron cooking for some guy." She snorted. Her mother just looked at her with a tolerant smile.

"Oh to be fifteen again." Her father sighed. After breakfast Jimmy, Mary Ann and I sat in the living room for a while just chatting. When Mary Ann excused herself to make a call, Jimmy slid over next to me on the couch.

"Lord alive Michelle! You look so fuc… hot, dressed." He said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Will you get the damn grin off your face? Jeezs. Your parents are going to figure it out if you don't."

"So?"

"Oh my lord! They think I'm about fifteen/sixteen dummy. I'm underage!" I hissed.

"But you're not. You're the same age as me." He looked puzzled.

"Oh lord! You and I know that, but they don't." At least he had the grace to blush. "Jeezs, and now I find out I'm going to the same school as your sister? How weird is that."

"So why are you going to school. You graduated…." He stopped, blinked and did a double take, "right, you're fifteen, of course you need to go to school." For some reason he found that as funny as hell and started laughing. A swift kick in the shin only made him double over, laughing harder and moaning in pain. Huffily I got up and walked out onto the pool patio to cool off. It wasn't funny. I was going back to school as a girl, and had to take frigging cooking classes. Daddy must had as warped a sense of humor as Jimmy.

"Time to go, Michelle." Mary Ann called, sticking her head out the door. "You look great girl. Let go knock the boy's socks off.

"Yeah, that not the only thing they'd want us to knock off." I slapped my hand over my mouth, realizing to late I said it out loud.

Mary Ann giggled and grabbing my arm dragged me through the house. I waved to Jimmy as we shot passed the doorway to the living room, seeing the sour look on his face. He was probably thinking that with his family out of the house he'd get time to get me into bed again.

We ended up at some large hotel up in Hollywood, with boys and girls of all ages, from thirteen to seventeen running about all over the place. A massive buffet was set up in the garden near the pool, and I stay away from the pool, seeing guys strategically place around it, all waiting for the opportunity to 'accidentally' push some girl in. Hand in hand, Mary Ann dragged me around and introduced me to a bunch of her friends. I didn't remember half their names, but I got the impression that a lot of them also went to Whitgift Academy. This was getting complicated, and I was gradually getting out of my depth, more concerned about carrying off this deception than enjoying the party. I didn't even know what the party was for or about, not that it seemed to matter much to any of the girls or guys. They were doing what came naturally, even under the constant scrutiny of their parents. Grabbing a drink from a passing tray and took a hefty slug. I coughed, realizing I'd grabbed an adult drink by mistake. Not that I cared, I needed it.

"What you got there?" Mary Ann asked, seeing the look on my face.

"Vodka and grapefruit." Burying my nose in the glass to say it, just in case.

"You little devil. Let me try." I handed her the class and she took a hefty swig. "Wow, that's strong." Mary Ann grabbed another one as it floated passed, but this one turned out to be plain orange juice.

Finding a quite corner near the pool, we sat on a low wall and slip the remainder of my drink. I soon felt the effect of the alcohol as it started to calm me down, and sighed in relief. Looking around, I noticed a few guys sitting off to one side, directly opposite us whispering to each other. I managed not to roll my eyes, smiling instead and turn to Mary Ann.

"Don't make any sudden moves, but there is a bunch of guys over there watching us." I'll give her that. Mary Ann was calm and just slowly turned her head to look at me, her eyes seeming to pass over the boys.

"So? What can you expect when there are two stunning looking girls around, her smile broadening.

"That's not what they are looking at." Her nose crinkled in puzzlement.

"Then what are they looking at, if not us?"

"Oh, they are looking at us all right, but a bit lower than you think."

"Huh?" I slowly opened my legs, just a little to see if I was right. I was. One guy almost fell off his seat.

"Oh my lord! They can see up our skirts from that position." She giggled, but she didn't close her legs, or push her skirt down between them.

"Yeah, their 'beaver shooting'" Now it was my turn to giggle.

"Michelle! You little devil. You've done this before." Her eyes opening in surprise.

"Oh yes, a few times." Chuckling to myself. If she only knew how many times, I'd sat in some place waiting for the chance to 'beaver' shoot. "Haven't you?"

"No consciously, no. What do we do?"

"Drive them crazy. Watch." Making it seem as natural as I could, I shifted back on the wall, letting my skirt ride up a little before leaning forward to push my chest out. I didn't look directly at the boys, as that would be cheating, but I saw the reaction out the corner of my eye. So did Mary Ann after she'd seen what I'd done.

"Oh my! That one guy looks like he's about to have a heart attack." Slowly turning her head to look at me. "I bet they all have stiffies." It was hard not to laugh out loud, as I hadn't heard that expression for while.

We teased them for about five minuets, seeing Mary Ann really getting into it when a shadow fell over us. We both looked up seeing Mary Ann's dad. For a moment, I couldn't recognize the other person because of the sun over his shoulder. He moved and I did. Oh, shit! Now I'm in trouble. It was my Master, Mr. Gray. If we pretending not to know what was going on, they did, and each grabbed an arm and jerked up off the wall.

"Michelle!" He snapped angrily, his face looking like a thunderhead. I gulped, seeing the boys heading for safety, giggling and pushing each other out the corner of my eye. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Me sir? Nothing." It sounded lame even to me.

"Mary Ann! I thought I'd taught you better than that."

"What Dad? We were just sitting there chatting. What's wrong?" She did it better than me, blinking her eye in surprise and looking perfectly innocent. Right, in a pig's eye! God she practically had her skirt over her head, damn it. Her Dad looked at her in suppressed fury, but he must have believed her expression. My Daddy knew better.

"I thought you were visiting your…"

"I was uncle," quickly cutting him off, just in case, "but Aunty said I had to come to the stupid party." He caught on quickly and nodded.

"I think its time you went home anyway, its getting late as it is." The two men looked at each other a moment before shaking hands. I'll see you at your office tomorrow then Donald." Mary Ann's Dad said.

"Yes, ten o'clock will be fine." It never occurred to me that they might know each other. With that, Mary Ann leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

"See you." Winking at me, a smile hovering around her lips.

I felt a little moody on the way home, and even snapped at Daddy a couple of times, but he didn't say anything. That should have clued me that something wasn't right, but it didn't. I knew he was angry with me, and it must have been a shock to see me sitting like that, but he didn't say anything. Walking into the house, I headed to the kitchen to stick my nose in the refrigerator feeling hungry, Daddy just behind me. I saw him stop in mid stride and sniff the air. I did as well, detecting something.

"Nora!" He called, and for a moment, there was no answer. "Nora!"

"What!" She answered from the patio, sounding irritated. Very un-Nora.

"Come here."

"Why? I'm busy." I froze. That wasn't the way to answer Daddy.

"I won't tell you again." A few moments later, she came in, and stood in the doorway looking apprehensively at Daddy. Standing there munching on a cold chicken leg I wondered what was going on, dumb me, I still didn't catch on.

"Have you been smocking, Nora?" Daddy asked in a deceptively soft voice.

"Um… no." She answered her voice sound small. That's what I could smell, cigarette smoke.

"Come here!" His voice hard, commanding. Nora shuffled her feet for a moment before reluctantly walking over to him. Once in reach his hand shot out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her close. He grabbed her face with his other hand and kissed her on the lips. I stood there with the drumstick sticking out of my mouth blinking in surprise. I'd never seen Daddy kiss or touch Nora till now.

"Lying little bitch!" He snapped as he turned and started dragging her out of the room. He looked back and me. "Come."

I wasn't about to argue seeing the mood he was in, and trailed along behind them, seeing Nora struggling in his grasp. She kept beating his hand to try and loosen his grip, not that he did. She was moaning now, yet she didn't tell him to stop, or beg, just kept struggling. He pulled her down the long passageway leading to the back of the house, somewhere I'd only walked through up until now. Reaching a solid looking wooden door, Daddy fished a key out of his pocket, unlocked the door and pushed Nora inside.

"Come in and lock the door behind you, Michelle." He said over his shoulder as he followed Nora. I did, just in time to see Daddy start ripping Nora's maid's dress.

I was so shocked I failed to take notice of the rest of the room for a moment. Yikes! It was a full-blown dungeon. I stepped back against the wall out of the way, probably in fear I'd be next. Nora lashed out, trying to punch and kick Daddy, but he was too fast for her. Slapping her so she stumbled back, he quickly reached over and grabbed her wrist, lifting it up and snapped a padded handcuff dangling from the ceiling around it. Nora jerked and moaned, trying to pull her hand out, punching at Daddy with her other hand. It was simple for him to grab it and pull her arm up and snap a second handcuff around her wrist. She started snarling and spitting at him until he slapped her again. I stood there blinking with the bone of the chicken leg sticking out of my mouth, forgotten. Nora seemed to slump and Daddy knelt down and secured her ankle to the floor with padded cuffs. Straightening, he took his jacket off and hung it over the back of a nearby chair before walking over and hit a switch on the wall. Nora squeal as the chains holding her arms tightened, gradually lifting her off the floor. Now she hung suspected in an X struggling uselessly to get free. Tears ran down her face as Daddy slowly and methodically strip her naked. Nora was definitely female as her shaved pussy testified, and Daddy took his times, rubbing and touching her pussy and tits. Nora screamed when he did, moaning incoherently.

"I told you never to smoke in my house Nora, and you disobeyed me, didn't you?"

"No, you fucking bastard. Cock sucking pig! Your mother was a worthless crack whole!: She snarled. "I'm going to cut your ball off for this, pig shit! Stop touching me you fucking pervert!" She screamed. "Get your fucking hand off me!"

Now I was shivering. This wasn't my Nora, my kind sweet Nora. This was some thrashing monster I'd never seen before and she frightened me. Daddy just looked amused as he finger her pussy, making her scream even louder.

"I think this cock whore needs a lesson in manners, don't you bitch?"

"Fucking asshole! I'll kill you if you touch me!" She tried spitting at him, but it ran down her chin instead. Daddy came over and took the chair, turning it around. He pointed to it.

"Sit, and stay there. You are not to move or say a word. Do you understand?" I quickly sat down and nodded, unable to say a word anyway. This was beyond me.

Opening a cupboard on the wall Daddy lifted out a thick bamboo cane, flexing it in his hands as he walked back to Nora. She screamed and struggled as he came towards her, spitting her hatred at him, calling him vile, dirty names. Standing to the side, he started methodically beating her, first her bottom, then her upper thighs until they were covered in bleeding welts. Nora fought and screamed as he beat her. Every so often, he'd stop and run his hand between her legs, or probing her butt with his fingers. That made her scream louder still. Wiping the cane clean, he replaced it in the cabinet and took out a cat-o-nine tails and carefully combed out the strands through his fingers. I looked at his face, expecting to see anger, hatred, something, yet he just smiled slightly and walked back to Nora. This time she shook her head when she saw what he was holding.

"Please no!" She begged for the first time. It made no difference, and standing to the side, he flogged her until her back was one pulsing red mass of welts.. Her cries were pitiful, bring tears to my eyes, but he didn't stop until he reach her butt.

"Are you ready to behave yourself now, Nora?"

"Yes, Master." He hit her again and ran his hand between her legs. "Please master, I'll behave."

"Were you smoking Nora?" He lightly caressed her back with the cat and she shuddered.

"Yes, Master I was." He nodded and walked over to the wall switch and lowered her to the ground until she was on her knees, as I doubted she could stand at all. It only took a moment to undo the cuffs, leaving her kneeling on all fours in the middle of the floor.

"Now come and show me how sorry you are, bitch!" Without hesitation, she crawled over, sitting painfully back on her heels.

Daddy unzipped his pants and took his cock out, and I was surprised to see that it wasn't hard. He still held the cat, and swung it gently back and forth as a reminder of what she could expect if she failed to please him. She looked up then, and I saw the horrified expression on her face. She really hated to do this, hot tears running down her face as Daddy flicked the cat over her shoulder to land on her sore back. Nora flinched and shuffled forward, grimacing and she leaned in to kiss his cock. He flicked the cat again, landing it harder on her back. With a sob, she kissed his cock all over as it gradually hardened. The cat flicked again and she began licking it, slowly at first, then faster as if wanting to get it over with.

"Open, bitch!" He snapped, flicking the cat. Nora obediently opened her mouth and took the head inside. "Have you ever fucked a girl, Michael?" It took a moment for me to understand Daddy was talking to me.

"No sir." I blushed slightly, getting hard despite what I'd seen.

"Good, now's your chance. This nasty bitch has a nice tight cunt to fuck, don't you slut?" Nota sobbed and nodded. Open your fucking legs so Michael can get his hard cock all the way into your tight fucking cunt, bitch!" She did, opening her legs and lifting her ass for me. It was too much. I knelt behind Nora, looking, feeling, touching a girl's cunt for the first time. In moments, I was rock hard and I didn't hesitate to ram it in hard, hearing Nora squeal around the cock in her mouth. It was wonderful,. Smooth, tight and fucking slippery. I soon started moaning slamming my cock in harder and harder as Nora whined and squealed.

"Don't cum in her cunt, Michael. I want you to cum in her mouth." It took a great effort not to cum, I was so ready. "Come and fuck this tight little cunt's mouth."

Panting hard I did, pushing my panties down lower. Nora saw me, looking up with begging eyes, but I wasn't sure what she was begging for, me to do it or not to do it. Her eyes and mouth flew open as Daddy rammed his huge cock into her, bring a fresh wave of tears. At that point I pushed my cock into her mouth, and to my surprise, she closed her lips tightly around the shaft. Holding her head, I fucked her mouth as hard as I'd fucked her pussy. She had a wonderful mouth, and no matter how much she hated it, she gave me the best blowjob I'd ever had. I held off as long as I could, but in the end, I rammed my cock all the way in and down her throat and let go. I heard Nora moan then and she sucked my gently, knowing that too how much sucking after can be painful. I tried to pull out, but she wouldn't let me, holding onto my cock with her mouth and lips. I was so far gone that I didn't even realize that Daddy had finished until I felt his hand on my head. I looked up, seeing him give me a lop-sided smile.

"It would seem as if Nora had picked a new Master, or should I say Mistress. Have you Nora?" To my amassment, she nodded, at last releasing my cock.

"Yes, Master I have." Letting out a soft sob as she said it.

"Are you going to misbehave with her?" Nora shook her head and moved forward to wrap her arms around me. I stroked her head and felt her shivers and hug me tighter. I looked up at Daddy, totally confused. "Michelle, take Nora upstairs and put her in a warm bath. You'll find a large jar marked 'herbal mist' on the shelf. Put a handful in the warm water. It will help sooth the cane and whip marks."

"Yes, sir." I wasn't going to argue, and gently lifting Nora to her feet, I guided her upstairs. I sitting her on the vanity while I ran the bath, adding the bath salts. Once full, I helped her into the bath, hearing her wince at first, then sigh as she settled down into the water.

"Thank you my Mistress." She whispered. In answer, I leaned down and kissed her forehead, and she seemed content. Daddy was in the kitchen when I came down, with two cups of coffee on the table. He motioned me to sit, and wearily I did, puzzled by what had just happened.

"I found Nora on the street about two years ago," he began, looking down into his coffee cup, "half naked, whip marks all over her, cigarette burns and god knows what else. She was a physical and emotional wreck, afraid of everything and everyone."

"Good god!"

"I hope so. It took a while but I learned that her mother remarried, and soon after her stepfather started molesting her. She was about 13 at the time, but it didn't get really bad until her mother got sick and died. He started beating her then when she refused or resisted anything he wanted to do." Daddy sighed and shook his head. "He started pimping her out to his friends at poker games when he lost, which was frequently I gather, to both male and some females, getting more abusing as time went on. He made his fiends pay extra to beat her, or do anything else they wanted, and mostly she was kept chain to a bed. When she was 17, he decided he could make more money by putting her out on the street, but the first night his did, she ran. The trouble was, she didn't run far enough and he caught her. He dragged her into a dark ally and beat her then, fist, feet, belt and burning her with cigarettes you name it, almost killing her. She remembers grabbing a bottle at one point and smashing it across his face, but after that not much, other than she ran. That's when I found her." I let out my breath I didn't know I was holding. For some reason my eye went up to the ceiling where I thought Nora was in the bath. He saw my look.

"To understand what happened tonight, you have to understand that Nora is… how shall I put it.' He thought about it a moment, "the best way to say it is, that Nora is none sexual. She hates men with a passion, well most men, but I suspect she is a little gay." I blinked, and he smiled. "The only kindness she ever got was from her mother, and some of the female poker players."

"But you, she, um… she'd said she wanted to be my…" I wasn't sure what I was trying to say. "If she hates men…"

"But you aren't a man, are you Michelle?" He wasn't trying to insult me.

"Huh? Yes I am…" Then I thought about it. I'd knelt down in front of her to fuck her mouth, but I was wearing panties, stocking, garter belt and a skirt." I looked at Daddy.

"That's right, you are neither. Neither man or woman. In her mind you are someone who's treated her nice. Never raising your voice to her, never raising your hand to her and always say please and thank you whenever she does something for you. To her, you are the perfect combination. Both a man, woman yet neither."

"But… what about… isn't that as bad as what her step Dad did?" I spluttered, trying to catch up.

"Yes and no," he sighed softly, "Nora, like the rest of us gets… um… urges. She can't take care of then normally, or get lied as a normal girl would, or use toys, so she compensates. To her sex means punishment, hard, heavy degrading punishment, so she invented cigarette smoking as an excuse for me to punish her. She doesn't smoke by the way, she just lights it and lets the smoke drift indoor so I will smell it, and signal me that she need release. That way she never has to say anything, nor do I. She gets to scream, yell, cry, swear and revile me as she should have done to her stepfather and never did, or could." I let out my breath again and shook my head.

"How… how often…" Daddy smiled.

"Every three or four months for me, but with you it might be different. I don't know. That is something you and Nora will have to work out between yourselves."

"Phew!" I muttered.

"Don't pussy foot, if you'll excise the expression, around her. She is yours now to do with what ever you want. Just make sure it's what you both want." He looked sternly at me a moment until I nodded.

"Yes, sir.." My mind still spinning. "But what about her stepfather?"

"As to him. He won't be bothering Nora, or any other girl." He gave me a slight smile. "An… um… associate of mine had a word with him, and he had a terrible accident."

"Accident?" I felt myself shaking, not sure, I wanted to hear the answer.

"Yes, it seems he pissed off the wrong whore, and she cut his balls off, well his cock and balls actually."

"Oh shit!"

"Not to worry. Some charitable individual paid for him to have an operation." Now he really smiled. He looked at me, seeing the question on my face. "Yes, one of those operations that turn men into females. Its called gender reassignment."

"Oh shit!" Daddy didn't even get mad at me for sweating.

"I hear that he is now working his ass off as a hooker down near the docks in Long Beach." He laughed then. "Can't think of a better fait for someone like him." I couldn't agree more. The docks weren't know for their kindness to hookers. That was a rough crowd down there, and I could only imagine the hell he was going through, but considering what he'd done to poor Nora, a justified fait.

Just then, we both hear something and looked round. My eyebrows climbed up my head. Nora was standing there complete naked except for wrist and ankle cuffs, In one hand she held the cat-o-nine tails, in the other a studded black leather collar, her eyes fixed on me. For a moment, I thought she meant to use the cat on me, but she walked over and knelt down by my seat. I swiveled it to face her, not sure, what she had in mind. She first offered me the cat, and hesitantly I took it. Then she held up the collar. I took that as well, wondering what was going on. She'd kept her head up, but her eyes down the whole time, so I couldn't tell what she was thinking. It didn't matter as she reached over and pushed my skirt up. My panties came off a moment later, and putting them on the floor, she leaned forward and sucked my semi hard cock into her mouth. All of it and held it there. I shivered, looking at the cat, then the collar.

"Michelle. Unlike yours, that collar has no key, and she knows it. If you put it on she wears it always, and the only way to get it off is to cut it off. That might be hard as there is a hardened stainless steel band in the middle." I gulped, looking down at the back of Nora's head, her hands on the outside of my thighs.

It was a position of complete submission. Taking a shuddering breath, I slipped the collar around her throat, feeling her shiver. I hesitated a moment, considering what I was about to do. From now on, no matter what, she was mine. She sucked harder and I jammed the two ends together, hearing the lock snap shut. It was done. She released me and sat back on her heels, looking up at me from under wet eyelashes. She was crying.

"Thank you Mistress." With that, she bowed and kissed my feet.

"Oh my lord!" I whispered, and Daddy smiled.

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