Adults Only
...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Copyright 2007 T.S.Severe Productions Ltd. T.S.Severe@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/tg, M/f, tg/f, Rom, Interracial, Ds, Slavery, Oral, Anal,
Spank, Reluc

Synopsis: Set in post-Civil War II America, Possible Worlds explores 21st
century Southern culture through the eyes of Dani, a black transgendered
youth who struggles with slavery, her newfound sexuality, and a naive and
romantic view of the world around her. 

Author's Note: There's a lot going on here and a lot of chapters will go by
before you find out what the story is really about. You should read my blog
(on SOL) or my News (on my ASSTR site) if you desire more information on
the why and how of this story. Thanks. TSS 

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...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Chapter 1

"Mom, I'm home." I yelled as I walked into the house, just like I always
did and right on time. The bus was never late.

"In the kitchen, Dani." She yelled back, and that was pretty normal too.

"You're all dressed up." I smiled, but I was curious too. Usually my mom
was wearing an apron and baking cookies, or stirring a pot. She liked to
cook and my mom was good at it, but today she was wearing a dress and heels
and checking her purse.

"Hi Dani, don't change clothes, we're going to the mall." Mom barely looked
at me.

"The mall?" I really did give her a look then. "It's Wednesday, mom."

"So?" She glanced at me.

"We go to the mall on Sundays, don't we?" I smiled.

"Well, there's no law that says we can't go on Wednesdays too, dear." Mom
smiled at me. "Did you take my comb?"

"Me?" I shook my head like she was going senile. "Why would I use your
comb?"

I have straight hair, long and black. It's kinky, especially at the ends,
but nothing like my mom's. She has shorter hair, a real Afro, thick and
tightly curled. Mine would probably be like that too, except I get it
permed every week or two. I just think it looks better that way and it goes
well with my pretty face. Being a black boy, I have brown eyes of course,
but my nose isn't so wide as a lot of my friends, it's narrow and a little
upturned, pert I guess. My lips are full, rather than over-inflated like my
dad's. He has big lips and I'm sort of glad I don't take after him too
much. I have high cheeks and a heart shaped face, like my mom and I look
good, I know that.

My body is nice too; even for being just sixteen it was pretty special. I'd
matured quickly enough anyway, but during summer vacation between ninth and
tenth grades, I really grew up. My baby fat just melted away and my breasts
went from nothing but puffy brown nipples to little A cups, which was a
real relief because I didn't think I was ever gonna get boobs. I'm pretty
tall, almost five foot nine, with a nice thin waist and narrow hips, boyish
I suppose. I wish they were wider, but I can't do much about that. I do
have a round and firm, but not overly large butt and some long legs of
course. All my height came from my legs. Not that I minded, or most of the
guys who checked me out. They thought my body was perfect, not that I paid
much mind to boys or anything.

Anyway, besides not borrowing my mom's comb, I really didn't understand why
she wanted to go to the mall on a Wednesday afternoon. She usually put me
at the kitchen table and fed me a sandwich and a glass of milk, whether I
was hungry or not, and then had me doing homework until dinner time. It had
been like that since first grade and anything out of the ordinary made me a
little suspicious.

"What's going on, mom?" I wondered.

"We're having company tonight." Mom closed her purse and put it over her
shoulder. "So I thought I'd take you shopping."

"Take me shopping?" I grinned. "Because we're having company? Who? The
President or something?"

"What?" Mom smiled. "No, it's a man your father works for, a nice man, and
he wants to meet you."

"A nice man wants to meet me?" I was following my mom towards the front
door. "What does that mean?"

"Just what it sounds like." My mom shrugged. "Hurry up now, we don't have
all day."

"I'm right behind you." I said, stating the obvious and wondering if my
real mom had been abducted by aliens or something.

She really was in a hurry and mom had been serious about not changing
clothes too. So I was still wearing my school uniform, a navy blue skirt
and blazer with a white blouse beneath it. Some knee high white socks and
black Loli's on my feet. I didn't really like the idea of going to the mall
like that, but it wasn't like I had much choice anyway. Besides, a lot of
guys liked catholic schoolgirls, I knew, especially the black schoolgirls,
although there were only three of us at the whole school. Mostly the other
kids were all white, like the Pope, except they were all girls.

"Make sure the door's locked."

"I know, mom." I rolled my eyes, pulling the front door closed and checking
it. "So why does this guy want to meet me?"

"He's not a guy, he's a man." My mom corrected me as we got into her
Volvo. "He's one of the vice-presidents at your dad's office, so..." 

She started the car and began backing out of the drive and when she didn't
finish her thought I prompted her again.

"So?"

"What dear?" Mom looked at me.

"So, he's a vice-president, what does that have to do with me?" I gave her
frustrated laugh. "I'm only sixteen; I don't work for the guy."

"The man, dear."

"The man." I said sarcastically, "Whatever."

"Well, your father does, so we're going to entertain this man and impress
him." Mom told me. "It'll be good for your father's career."

"Okay." I shrugged, cause that almost sort of made sense, but I still
didn't see what it had to do with me.

I let it go for a little bit, letting mom drive to the mall in peace, even
though I was dying to understand what was going on. We were a pretty normal
family and this was kind of weird, or at least not usual for us. My dad
worked for an insurance company and he was smart and hard working, trying
to move up the corporate ladder, although there's only so far a black man
can go in the Confederacy, of course. He made a good living and provided
well for us anyway. 

My mom was a homemaker, a housewife, and she kept us clean and neat and on
time. She was good at that and my dad and I appreciated her a lot, you
know. I think mom was always a little unhappy at only having one child, but
that's the way it is. The law is the law and neither of my parents were
criminals, so after I'd been born healthy mom and dad had both been
sterilized. Some black people didn't like that, I knew, but those people
were troublemaking niggers and I was pretty happy when the police caught
one and rehabilitated him or her. It was usually a him for some reason too,
which I always wondered about, very few black women were ever caught and
the ones that were, well, they looked like criminals anyway.

"So, what are we shopping for, mom?" I asked as we walked through the
parking lot. We'd managed to park close, since it was a Wednesday and who
wanted to go to the mall on a weekday?

"Clothes." Mom smiled at me. "Your father called me from work and gave me
some ideas."

"Daddy is giving you fashion tips?" I laughed at that.

"No, don't be silly." Mom laughed too. "I think someone told your father
what sort of clothes the vice-president likes to see."

"He likes special clothes? That's weird." I decided, but mom ignored me and
we were in the mall proper then, heading towards the big Sears store.

"Hmmm...Let's go over this way." My mom had her chin up, looking over
clothing racks in the women's department. "You're growing up so fast..."

"You're buying clothes for me?" I blinked at her.

"What?" Mom glanced at me. "Yes dear, that's what I said at the house,
remember?"

"Oh, well, I thought..." I guess she had said that, but I just thought
probably she was buying something for her and maybe I'd get a new t-shirt
or something. I had a lot of clothes already.

"I don't know..." Mom was looking through skirts and I was looking through
blouses a few feet away. 

"What are we looking for, mom?" I wondered, because I really didn't
know. "Like really nice clothes? Or like hanging out clothes?"

"Your father said we should look for something sexy." Mom told me and I
blinked at her.

"What?" I laughed, thinking I must have heard her wrong.

"Sexy, dear." Mom nodded and she sounded so serious I almost believed her.

"Yeah, right." I shook my head. "You won't even let me go on a date and
you're going to buy me sexy clothes?"

"This isn't a date, Dani." Mom said. "It's an introduction."

"What does that mean?" I was really confused and it was like we were
speaking two different languages.

"I just don't know." My mom was ignoring me again. "All these clothes seem
pretty normal."

"It's Sears, mom." I rolled my eyes and the truth was my mom probably
wouldn't know sexy if it bit her on her big black butt.

"Well," mom bit her bottom lip and looked at her watch, "where do sixteen
year old girls go to buy sexy clothes?"

"You're asking me?" I gave her a look, as if I'd confess that I knew
anything about sexy clothes. She was trying to trick me.

"Well, you must know some girls at school." My cleared her throat. "Some,
uh...Sluts?"

"Sluts?" My jaw hit the floor.

"Yes dear." Mom was nodding at me. "Where do sluts buy their clothes?"

"I think we need to get you home, mom." I was shaking my head and I was a
little worried about her. "Did you take like some cough syrup or something?
A lot of it?"

"What?" My mom made a face. "Of course not, I'm perfectly fine."

"Yeah, right." I wondered if I'd taken something by accident, or maybe I
was just in bed dreaming. This was totally surreal.

"Maybe that girl knows." Mom said and I followed her gaze to see a blonde
white girl, about my age, and she was dressed sort of sexy. 

She had a pair of short shorts and a small tube top, a pink one that showed
off her budding breasts. It wasn't an outrageous outfit by any means, but
she probably hadn't bought those clothes here. The shorts were tight and
tiny and I could see a thong beneath them, since the shorts were like
violently yellow and her thong desperately red.

"Excuse me, Miss." My mom interrupted the girl's browsing.

"What?" She looked up at my mom, since the girl was rather petite, and from
the look on her face it was obvious she was wondering why a middle aged
black woman would possibly want to talk to her.

"I couldn't help but admire your outfit and I was just wondering where you
bought it." My mom spoke gently, lowering her eyes politely. "You see,
Miss, I have a daughter and..."

The girl looked me up and down without smiling and I quickly remembered my
place and dropped my eyes.

"...I'd like to buy her something...Nice." My mom swallowed hard, because I
knew she was thinking this white girl looked like a slut, but she'd never
dare say that of course.

"Saucy's" The girl said. "It's by the food court."

"Saucy's." My mom nodded. "Thank you, Miss."

"Whatever." The girl turned away, leaving my mom standing there smiling at
the girl's back.

"She was very nice, wasn't she?" My mom said as we walked away.

"Yeah, she was, mom." I agreed. "Are we really going to Saucy's?"

"That's what she said." Mom shrugged and it confirmed my worst fears. My
mom was having a breakdown.

"Maybe I should call daddy and uh, ask him what I should wear, okay?" I was
opening my purse so I could get my celphone out.

"Oh, don't bother your father at work, Dani." Mom frowned, but it was too
late, I had dad on speed dial.

"Richardson." My dad's deep voice sounded through my phone and I had to
walk fast to keep up with my mom.

"Hi, daddy? It's me."

"Dani? What's wrong, Princess?" My dad always assumed it was something bad
when I called.

"Hey, um, mom's acting a little...Funny." I said, just because there wasn't
any other way to say it.

"What do you mean?" He asked slowly.

"She's taking me shopping, daddy. For, uh...Sexy clothes." I said.

"Good." My dad said and I almost dropped my phone.

"What?" 

"Good, yeah. That's what I told her, you need some new clothes for
tonight." My dad sounded like that was obvious. "Didn't she tell you we're
having company tonight?"

"Well, yeah." I snorted. "But she's acting so...Weird. And sexy
clothes...Daddy, what does that mean?"

"Look, Dani, I'm a little busy." Dad sighed. "Just do what your mother says
and I'll be home after work, okay?"

"But daddy..."

"Bye bye, Princess. Love you." He disconnected.

"Bye." I breathed, staring at my phone and then hurrying to catch up with
my mom again.

"Well?" My mom wasn't happy I'd bothered my dad. "What did your father
say?"

"Uh...He said...Good." I shrugged.

"See?" My mom shook her head. "I told you...Oh, here's that store. Oh my." 

She was staring at a mannequin in the window, wearing a very short red
leather skirt and a sheer white blouse, like a silk blouse, with a red lace
bra underneath and white fishnet stockings up to mid-thigh. It was probably
wearing red lace panties to go with the bra, I imagined, and on its feet
the mannequin had little black leather boots with three inch heels. 

I'd seen clothes like that before, but I didn't know any girls who would
wear them. Just like I'd walked past this store a hundred times, but I'd
never been in it. This wasn't the way a good girl dressed at all and I
thought my mom was going to have a heart attack, or at least give me her
patented lecture on what was wrong with the country's youth these days. My
mom wasn't short on opinion when it came to dressing like that, trust me,
she was just getting her steam up and I waited for the inevitable. We
wouldn't be going into Saucy's afterall.

Well..." My mom exhaled sharply and licked her lips. "...I think that would
be perfect, don't you?"

"Yeah mom..." I started agreeing, expecting her to say something more like
'That's obscene!' but she hadn't and it took me a second to catch
up. "...What did you say?"

"The outfit in the window." My mom nodded towards the mannequin. "Let's go
inside."

"I'm not wearing that!" 

I stood frozen in place and my mom turned to look at me, somewhat
impatiently before stepping close and grabbing my arm just above the elbow.

"Listen to me, young lady." My mom hissed. "If I can walk into that store
and buy clothes like that, you can certainly wear them."

I swallowed hard, blinking at the tears suddenly forming in my eyes. I felt
like I'd been slapped. My mother never talked to me that way and I realized
she was struggling greatly with her own conscience just looking through the
window. She wasn't crazy, just...Desperate? I didn't know, I couldn't
figure it out, but whatever was wrong it was scaring me a lot.

"Do you understand me?" My mom gave my arm a little shake and I nodded
quickly. "Good. Now let's go."

I wiped my cheeks, following my mother closely as she walked into the
store. I kept my eyes down, feeling myself burning with humiliation as my
mother asked one of the girls who worked there about the ensemble the
mannequin was wearing. I wasn't only embarrassed for myself, but more so
for my mother, who was as prim and proper a woman as you can imagine. It
may seem old fashioned perhaps and I'm sure there are mothers out there,
who wouldn't have cared one way or the other, but I've always been proud of
my parents and my mother was very much my role model.

The salesgirl was older than me, but not by much, a pleasantly round black
girl named Georgia, according to her nametag. She smiled politely and
helped my mom find everything she wanted, but it was obvious the girl was a
little amused and probably a lot curious. 

"Can my daughter try these on?" My mom asked and I just stared at the small
pile of clothes on the register counter.

"Everything except the underwear, sure." Georgia pointed. "Changing rooms
are right over there."

"Thank you." My mom picked up the skirt, blouse and boots, shoving them
into my arms. "I want you try these on."

"Mom..." I started, but quickly changed my mind when I saw her dark eyes
flashing. "...Okay."

The changing rooms were little more than closets with curtains and small
stools to sit on. There were hooks and I removed my clothing slowly, not
trusting the curtain at all and feeling very shy. I didn't undress in
public. I didn't like it, even when shopping for clothes, but at least
Sears had dressing rooms that were away from the main store, this little
room was right in the middle of everything.

I removed my blazer and hung it up, then my blouse, folding it carefully
and setting it on the stool. I adjusted my training bra over my smallish
breasts, not because I needed to, but because I was unhappy. The blouse my
mom wanted me to wear was like invisible and it hid nothing, but merely
covered my body like an alabaster shadow. It was some synthetic fiber,
something that felt like silk and had a pleasant sheen to it, but that
wasn't enough to make me feel good about wearing it. The buttons were small
and there were only three, which left my breasts very exposed and if I
hadn't been wearing a full cup bra, the blouse wouldn't even cover my puffy
brown nipples, I didn't think. Not that it mattered, being sheer like it
was. The bottom of the blouse fell open to expose my tummy, not because I
was fat, but because it was tailored that way.

I heard my mother telling me to hurry up and I unzipped my uniform skirt,
which was long and modest the way a teenage girl's should be. I stepped out
of it, folding it as I had my school blouse and setting the skirt
aside. The new skirt, if it could be called that, was something a
prostitute might wear, or so it seemed to me. It was red leather and
slightly loose around my waist and hips, so it rode low as I zipped it
up. It flared slightly, but the skirt wasn't stiff, it was very supple and
I actually liked the texture, but that was all. It barely covered my butt,
even as it fell low enough around my narrow hips to expose the top of my
white bikini panties. I tried fixing it, but plainly there was nothing I
could do. It wasn't going to slide off of me anyway, it fit well enough to
stay in place, but it didn't hide much at all. I had to make sure I tucked
my penis and testicles way down between my thighs, adjusting my panties
carefully.

I put on the boots last and they were a size seven, which was what mom had
asked for, so they fit perfectly. But three inch heels? I think I had one
pair of shoes, a white pair I wore to church, that had one inch heels and
that was as high as I'd ever been. Putting on those boots was like putting
on a pair of stilts and I didn't realize that I'd actually have to walk a
little differently wearing them, like I was tip-toeing around, but I
wasn't. They clicked and clacked loudly and forced me to arch my back
slightly, just to keep my balance. My ass was pushed out and my breasts
seemed to lift slightly, it was strange and I was almost afraid to come out
of the changing room.

"Dani? What are you doing, this is taking too long." Mom was getting
impatient and I took a deep breath.

"Okay, I'm ready." I said softly, pushing the curtain aside and walking
slowly out of that closet.

I didn't walk very far and I looked around nervously, keeping my hands in
front of the skirt as if I might hide myself. My bra was plainly visible,
white beneath white on my black skin. My panties too could be seen, the
waistband around my hips, because that skirt was riding low, as I said. Mom
swallowed hard when she saw me and then pursed her lips, setting her jaw
and her eyes were hard. I'd never seen her look like that before, and she
had me walk around a little, turning and posing. 

There were other people in the store of course, mostly girls, but a couple
guys too, like white guys with their girlfriends and I felt my skin burning
as they checked me out. I just knew I looked like a total slut and I tried
to ignore them, but that was hard to do as that store wasn't exactly huge
or anything, it was tight in there and I felt claustrophobic the way people
were watching me. I was terrified I was going to trip in those silly boots
and fall on my little black butt. I was walking around though, letting my
mom get a good look, along with everyone else. I think we were both
relieved when she told me to change back after less than a minute or two.

Mom bought everything while I watched, scarcely believing my eyes. It was
expensive too, that Saucy's place wasn't cheap and the whole purchase came
to well over a hundred dollars. I carried the bag, a single large one,
thinking we were done, but I was mistaken apparently, because my mother
took a left instead of a right and I was hesitant to ask her where we were
going next. 

"Victoria's Secret?" I laughed. 

I mean what else could I do? I understood the pleasure of lingerie and yes,
even my mother owned a sexy nightgown that my father had bought her for an
anniversary once, but I'd never seen my mother wear it and I doubted she
knew that I was even aware it was in her dresser. Real lingerie though, the
sort of sexy underthings we'd find in that store...My mother couldn't
seriously be thinking of buying some for her sixteen year old son.

"Let's get this over with." Mom sounded resigned and I just
shrugged. Nothing was beyond the realm of possibility now.

My mom asked a white saleslady for help and the woman gave my mom an
indulgent smile before crooking her finger at another saleslady, a black
woman in her twenties. She was attractive, as I guess someone working in a
lingerie store should be, and she was already sizing up my mother, I could
tell. Boy, was she in for a surprise.

"Hi, I'm Rebecca, can I help you find something?" She smiled pleasantly.

"I'm looking for something for my son." Mom said, and sometimes she did
that, but mostly I was her daughter. I think it was cause we were looking
at underwear.

"Oh." Rebecca's smile faltered briefly as she turned to look at me, but she
recovered well enough. "And what are we looking for? We have a wide
selection of nightgowns, pajamas..."

"No, no..." My mom said slowly. "...I was thinking something like a silk
top? What do they call those? The ones that come with shorts?"

"Oh, you mean a camisole and tap pants set?" Rebecca asked and she was
gesturing towards some racks on the other side of the store.

"Maybe." Mom nodded. "I'm not very good with, um..."

"Lingerie?" Rebecca smiled and it was obvious my mom wasn't very
comfortable standing in the middle of a store full of corsets, garter
belts, and peek-a-boo bras.

"Yes." Mom smiled back.

"Well, let's take a look then." Rebecca led us to a section devoted to
camisoles and tap pants, apparently, although I'd never heard of either of
those before.

It turned out a camisole was very much like a short slip, or a negligee
some of them, and they came in all flavors. Tap pants were like shorts,
with different cuts and styles and colors. Rebecca was good at her job at
least and I think that helped ease our pain at having to look through the
assorted collection and imagine my body beneath such flimsy and obviously
intimate garments. Emerald green seemed to be my best color, or a peculiar
shade of red, which was rather more pinkish to my eye than anything else,
but Rebecca did think it went very well with my complexion. 

I wasn't sure why we needed to buy lingerie, but I couldn't very well ask
in front of a stranger. There was little sense to be made out of any of
this however, and so I pushed my curiosity aside as best I could. The
outfit mom settled on finally was green and silk and utterly luxurious, but
hardly intended for a sixteen year old virgin who'd never even been
kissed. I could try it on, but only over my underwear, Rebecca apologized,
and that suited me just fine. At least the changing room was large and much
more private than the other store's. My mom could join me, Rebecca as well,
although I wasn't sure if that was store policy, or just her own
curiosity. Neither my mom nor I were willing to make any kind of fuss,
however.

I pulled the camisole on over my bra and it fit me exactly as it was
supposed to, according to Rebecca, and in fact it would fit me even better
once I was naked beneath it. I grew very warm when the woman said that, but
she worked there and so it was just a fact so far as she was concerned. It
was silky soft, sleeveless with spaghetti straps and finely embroidered
lace just beneath my breasts, like half-moon cups to accentuate my
tits. The hem wasn't very long, encircling my waist just beneath my belly
button, and again Rebecca told me it would hang maybe just a fraction of an
inch lower without my bra on.

The tap pants were snug around my waist, with embroidery to match the top,
and very loose everywhere else. Exceptionally loose and the legs were
tailored at an angle, like a V so that the shorts went very high at my hips
and fell lower as they wrapped around my thighs to cover my pelvis, but not
very well. In the back, those shorts really showed a lot of butt. If I
weren't wearing my panties, my penis would have been plainly visible
everytime I moved. It was sort of like wearing an oversized pair of loose
panties more than anything else, and I imagine that was the intent. I
wasn't supposed to be wearing anything beneath them, obviously.

"Oh, I think someone likes the feel of real silk." The salesgirl was
smiling as my penis hardened, but I was sixteen and it did that all the
time anyway, usually for no real reason too.

"Sorry." I turned a bit more brown, blushing hard with embarrassment and
dropping my eyes.

"It looks very nice on you. You're so pretty." Rebecca was smiling, looking
me up and down before asking my mom's opinion. "Don't you think so?"

"I suppose so." My mom was nodding. "Do you think it's sexy?"

"Sexy?" Rebecca sounded surprised that my mom had any doubts. "She's a
beautiful girl, he's beautiful I mean, and yeah, he's very sexy in that
outfit."

My mom gave the girl a little look, but didn't say anything.

"I've never seen a boy like her...Him." Rebecca cleared her throat and she
was obviously curious. "Is he a girl all the time?"

"Of course." My mom said, a little impatiently and unwilling to explain
further.

"I've always been a girl." I told Rebecca, just because I was a little
defensive about it. I've always been proud of myself, but other people
didn't always understand it.

"Well, you're gorgeous in that outfit. Real sexy." The salesgirl
smiled. "You'll make someone happy with it."

I must have shown my embarrassment at getting the woman's honest opinion
like that because compliment or not, I had no business looking sexy, at
least not like this. Gorgeous was nice, I liked that, but sexy was...A
little beyond the way I was brought up and I didn't really like it. Rebecca
noted my reaction at least, and politely turned her eyes away from me,
trying to save me from even more humiliation, but all I wanted to do was go
home. I wanted get back to our house, get my mom alone, and ask her just
what the heck was going on. 


End of chapter 01
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