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

Chapter 2


"What's going on, mom?" I asked as soon as we were in the house, but I
wasn't going to get an answer.

"Shoot." Mom was looking at her watch. "That took longer than I thought it
would. You go upstairs and take a bath."

"But mom..."

"No buts, I want your little brown butt in the bathtub and wash yourself
good." Mom going to the kitchen. "And, oh, Dani..."

"What?" I asked, my frustration showing.

"Do you, I mean have you ever..." She paused.

"Ever what?"

"Your pubic hair, down there on your, uh, sex...Do you shave at all?" Mom
was giving me a sheepish look and I blinked at her.

"Do I shave between my legs?" I shook my head. "No, just under my arms
sometimes."

"Do you have a lot of hair?" She asked and I had no idea why she was asking
me that, or even how to respond.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I have some."

"Okay, um...I'll come up in a few minutes to look." Mom said and I was too
stunned to answer.

My mom hadn't seen me naked since I was twelve probably, since I'd had my
first wet dream and she'd bathed me, explaining what was going on and
making me feel okay about my changing body. I mean, she might have seen me
other times since then, but I couldn't recall anything specific, not like
this. She was going to come into my bath and look to see how much hair I
had on my sex? What did that mean? Why would it matter? 

I thought about calling my dad again, but it was almost five and he'd be
getting ready to leave the office. How would I explain that to him anyway?
I knew for a fact my dad hadn't seen me naked since, who knows? Since a
long time before I was even twelve, probably. Like nine or ten years old,
when I'd really learned that boys and girls were different and I'd gotten
shy about it. I mean, yeah, I was a boy, but not really. Dad had respected
that, mom too, and they'd given me my privacy and that was normal. It had
been normal for a long time now. What made today suddenly different?

I took a bath, like my mom wanted me to. I wasn't going to argue with her,
not after the thing at the store. That still freaked me out a little. I was
much more into showers, really, but a bath was nice and it was actually
pretty comforting just soaking in hot water. I'd added some bath beads,
peach scented ones, and I liked the smell as I soaked beneath the rising
steam.

"Dani?" My mom was knocking and then the door opened slowly.

"Yeah mom. I'm in the tub." I said and I had to resist the urge to cover
myself up, as if I could. I was laying there totally naked and any other
time I'd have locked the door.

"Okay, good." Mom walked in and she sort of avoided looking directly at me,
at least at first. "Did you wash yourself good?"

"Uh, well...Not yet, I wanted to just soak a little." I confessed, crossing
my arms over my breasts and putting my thighs together under the water,
trapping my penis safely out of sight.

"Okay, well, make sure you wash everywhere, alright?" Mom said. 

"I always do." I replied and this conversation wasn't going to make my
diary.

"I mean, inside and out." Mom said. "Especially the back, okay?"

"Heh." I kind of almost laughed as I interpreted her words slowly. "The
back? Yeah, okay."

"Good, um, let me see your penis now." Mom said and she was looking at me
then. "Just...Stand up for a minute."

I licked my lips and I wouldn't have been so shy, except it was so
weird. If I'd ever had occasion to undress in front of my mom, it wouldn't
have bothered me. I wouldn't have thought twice about it, but being
asked...Being told to just stand up bare naked? It almost made me feel like
I was showing myself to a complete stranger and that's a really odd feeling
to have about your own mother.

I did it though. I stood up slowly, facing my mom, and whatever I was
expecting, I didn't expect her to come closer, bending over to carefully
inspect my teenage sex. I was practically trembling; I was so nervous right
then. No one had ever looked at me that way, not with their nose about an
inch from my penis and testicles. 

"Spread your legs a little." Mom said. "Okay, um I think we'll just trim
you a little, alright? Make you nice and neat down here and, um, we'll
shave your sack thingy too."

"T-Trim me?" I didn't even know what that meant.

"Yes." Mom decided and she was going to the medicine cabinet to find the
razor I used on my underarms once in awhile. 

I didn't have very much hair at all down there and none on my legs. My sex
was only lightly covered and I wasn't sure what part of my pubic hair mom
intended to shave. I knew a lot of women did it, maybe my mom did it, I had
no idea. All I knew was that I never did it and I wasn't sure I wanted to
learn how from my mom, you know? 

"Okay, just sit down on the edge of the tub, that's it." Mom was guiding me
and if she was embarrassed she wasn't showing it. 

Probably she just slipped into her professional mom mode, seeing me as
nothing but her child and she was trimming my bangs. I very much wished I
could pretend like that and I did try, but it was useless as seeing a
razor, even one as relatively harmless as a Lady Bic, approaching my small
but definitely there penis was pretty scary. My testicles too, my soft sack
which was brown and tender and so much lighter than my chocolate skin. I
liked my little balls a lot, actually. I didn't want them getting cut off
or something.

Mom was trimming though and doing a good job of it, so probably she had
some experience with such things. Mostly she was just getting the sides and
around my penis, holding it gently and of course that made it hard again,
which embarrassed both of us, but probably me more than her. Neither of us
said anything about it anyway and I think it even made it a little easier
for her to get the odd random pubic hairs that grew just around the base. 

Mom shaved at the top, trimming what little bush I had into a cute little
stripe of curling black hair just a half inch wide and all of two inches
long at the most. Then she shaved all the hair on my scrotum away, leaving
me smooth as silk and almost pinkish brown really. She'd had to pinch my
soft sack and pull my skin tight one way and then the other, which was
really weird. She even shaved me below my balls, with just a quick swipe
with the razor to get the three or four stray hairs that grew between my
scrotum and my anus.

I was about as neat and clean as a boy could get after that and I rather
liked the way it looked. Not that it had looked awful before, but neatly
trimmed, my boy sex looked more...Sexy. Or something. I was kind of afraid
to think that because sexy wasn't the way I was brought up. Mom seemed
happy though and she reminded me again to wash myself all over and
especially in back, inside and out. There's something vaguely humiliating
about being sixteen and having your mom tell you to make sure you wash your
butt really good. What, like I don't know how to wash my ass? But of
course, that was just the stress and I'd never, ever say such a thing out
loud, but still...I was going to need a pill pretty soon. This was driving
me insane.

"After your bath, put on your new clothes, Dani." Mom told me before
closing the door behind her. "Brush your hair and put on some makeup too;
use mine, okay?"

"I can use your makeup?" I was surprised at that. 

I had some of my own, but very little and none of it was serious. Like
bubble gum lipstick and some rouge, glitter eye shadow. It was all kid's
stuff and I always wanted to wear the real stuff, but mom always said I was
too young. 

"Just don't overdo it." Mom nodded. "All you really need is some lipstick;
see if I have one that matches your new skirt."

"Okay, sure." That was actually the first bit of good news I'd heard all
afternoon, but it was weak compensation for all the other stuff.

"Our guest will be here at seven o'clock, so watch the clock." Mom warned
me and I nodded dutifully as it was way after five already. 

I finished my bath and dressed slowly, putting on the stockings first. They
were white fishnet with small diamond shaped holes and a long white seam
running up the back. They fit me well enough, coming to mid thigh on me
with a wide white garter around the top of each leg to squeeze my soft
brown skin. The underwear was nice too, but it hardly qualified as
underwear. The panties were a lacy red thong, and I mean very lacy, without
any panel at all so that my penis was plainly visible through the flowery
design. 

I wasn't even sure the proper way to wear it, but I adjusted the small
triangle front to sorta hold my penis, with the thin elastic strip at the
bottom running over my testicles, like splitting my balls so they sort of
fell on either side, which was weird, but it felt sort of good too. The
thong went over my anus and up, between my round butt cheeks. It went high
over my hips in a graceful arch and came back around to the front again. It
was ridiculously sexy and the red really popped against my dark skin.

The bra was useless for anything but looking at. It didn't have any support
at all and the straps were miniscule and seemed so fragile I was afraid to
put it on. I didn't need a lot of support anyway though, as my boobs were
just handfuls really, with fat nipples, really puffy and hard usually from
the pills I took, female hormones and stuff. The cups were all red lace,
like the panties, and my nipples poked through the material like a pair of
black bullets. At least my boobs looked nice though, really nice I thought
and so what if they were little? I was going to get some bigger ones after
school got out for the summer, mom had already promised me and I couldn't
wait. But my A cups were alright for now, they didn't sag or anything and
they had a nice round shape. That bra did seem pretty flimsy though and I
just prayed the back of it wouldn't snap like a rubber band halfway through
dinner.

My new skirt went on next and it was much as it had been at the store,
feeling a little too loose around my tummy and hips and sliding down far
enough that the waistband of my thong was obvious. It almost showed the
front of my panties and the swell of my hardening little penis was right
there for anyone to see. I frowned at that, but there wasn't a thing I
could do about it; that lace felt really good. I had to be careful how I
moved too, since just bending over slightly was enough to expose my mostly
bare butt, and sitting? God, when I sat on my bed to put on my boots that
skirt just showed everything. I'd have to cross my legs tight wearing that
skirt, and even then it exposed my thighs all the way up to where they met
the rest of me.

I put the blouse on last and it did fit a lot better without my regular
bra. It sure didn't hide anything either. The red lace was clearly visible
along with my nipples, I was a little shocked to discover. The neck was
deep and those three buttons were close together between my belly button
and my breasts. If I moved a certain way, the wrong way, my breasts would
catch the neckline if I wasn't careful and like pull my blouse open to one
side or the other. It was ridiculous. And the bottom of that blouse, the
way it naturally parted in the middle, sweeping away towards my sides, that
just showed off my tummy from my belly button down to the top of my low
riding skirt, which was to say the top of my sex.

As I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom I realized that I really
did look like a slut, if not a total whore. I couldn't leave my bedroom
looking like that, no way, and I was sure if my mom and dad could see me
they'd agree. A decent girl just didn't wear those sorts of clothes. It
wasn't proper and if I'd learned nothing else from my parents growing up,
it was that a girl has to respect herself first, before she can expect it
from anyone else. Especially if she's a black girl, and doubly so if she's
a boy, like me. I saw very little about myself that I could respect wearing
that outfit.

"Princess?" My dad was knocking on my bedroom door. "Are you dressed yet?"

I was torn between letting him see me and locking my door until I could get
those stupid clothes off. But mom was expecting me to come downstairs in
the outfit she'd bought and so I thought the best thing to do would be to
let daddy see me, get upset and make me take it off, and then he could
explain to mom why I wasn't wearing those clothes. It seemed like a good
plan to me, I just hoped my mom wouldn't get in too much trouble.

"Yeah, daddy." I stood up, sort of striking a pose, but trying to look like
I wasn't. "The door's open."

"Hey, let me see you." My dad was smiling and then his face just froze,
that smile stuck on his big black lips forever. 

He was going to lose it, I thought, any second and I waited for it
anxiously.

"Ahhhh..." He exhaled like a dying tire. "...Okay, um. That's...Nice."

"It is?" I blinked rapidly.

"You look very..." He swallowed hard, "...nice, Dani."

"You really think so?" I asked him slowly.

"Yeah, I do." He replied even slower. "I'm sure Mr. Reiser
will...will...really like you a lot."

"Mr. Reiser?" I sighed. "Daddy, what's going on? Why am I dressed like
this? I look like a...Like a prostitute or something!"

"What?" My dad shook his head. "No, no...Come here, don't cry."

He crossed the room quickly, taking me in his arms and hugging me as I
clung to him. 

"I don't like these clothes, daddy." I couldn't help but cry and I had my
face against his chest, my eyes closed as I held him desperately.

"I know, Princess, but sometimes we have to do things we don't want to."
Daddy said gently. "Mr. Reiser is my boss and he's interested in giving me
a promotion..."

"I don't understand." I shook my head against him.

"...A big promotion that will really help us out. We'll be able to send you
to college and..."

"But you make a lot of money already, daddy." I said.

"I know, I know, but see the company is downsizing too." My dad
sighed. "There's five of us, me and four other men, and one of us will get
the promotions, see? The other four, well, they'll have to find other
jobs."

"They're getting fired?" I looked up at my dad and he nodded.

"If I don't get the promotion, Dani, I'm getting fired and it isn't that
easy to find a job when you're my age. We have bills, you know? The
mortgage on this house, the cars, and the money we put away for your
college." Dad was trying his best to explain. "I'm still paying for your
braces and you haven't had those for..."

"Six months." I nodded. "Oh, daddy. What are we going to do?"

"Well, Dani..." My dad swallowed thickly and he tried to look in my eyes,
but he couldn't. 

"What?" I asked softly.

"Mr. Reiser, well, he likes pretty girls. He likes pretty black girls, like
you and maybe, if he likes you enough..."

"He won't fire you?" I stared into my daddy's unhappy face and he
nodded. "He told you that?"

"He's seen your picture, Dani." My dad said. "I told him all about you, how
smart you are, how sweet and beautiful."

"What did he say?"

"He told me that family is important." My dad cleared his throat. "He told
me that he wants to meet my family. He wants to meet you."

"That's why I have to look like this?" I asked. "I have to be sexy for
him?"

"Yeah." My dad looked down, his shoulders slumped and he seemed like he was
a hundred years old. 

"It's just one time, right daddy? Just tonight and never again?"

"I..." He shook his head. "...I don't know, Princess."

"But if he likes me a lot, if he wants it to be more than one night..." I
was thinking hard and I wasn't dumb and now that I had the pieces it was
clear. 

"Dani..." My dad lifted his face. "...I can find another job. I can take
two jobs, maybe. Your mom can work too; she's a good cook, a good
housekeeper and..."

"No, you're right daddy." I took his chin in my hand, lifting his eyes to
mine. "You're not going to lose your job."

"You're so young..."

"A hundred years ago I would have been married with a baby already." I
smiled, even though I didn't feel like it, and technically I couldn't have
any babies at all, but that wasn't the point. "This won't hurt me, daddy. I
understand."

"This was wrong of me." My dad looked into my eyes finally. "I'm sorry,
Dani. I'm sorry I'm so weak."

"He's white, isn't he?" I sucked my top lip and my dad nodded. "So I'd have
to do it anyway, even if he wasn't going to fire you."

"Maybe." Daddy answered softly, but we both knew it was true.

"If he wanted, he could come over anytime he felt like it and just take
me." I said and dad didn't say anything. "So maybe this way is..." I was
thinking hard. "...Maybe it's his way of making it better for us."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if he tells you he wants to meet me, that if he likes me enough, if
I'm sexy enough for him, he'll give you a raise...And if he doesn't like me
he'll fire you, that makes it easier, doesn't it?"

"Easier..." My dad thought about that.

"I mean this way we have a reason, a real one besides just being black,
see? There's incentive, a reward for doing good and he doesn't want me mad,
or unhappy." I was smiling because I was really getting it now. "He wants
me excited to please him, that's what your boss wants. He wants you and mom
to be okay with it, cause it's just business, right?"

"Just business?" My dad actually smiled at that, but not really a happy
one. "I guess so, maybe..."

"You know what I mean." I nodded my head. "This Mr. Reiser, he doesn't want
to hurt us, or even force us, he just wants to make a deal that's good for
everybody, see? All you did was make a deal, daddy."

"Yeah, but Dani..."

"And I'm gonna keep it for you!" I pulled myself up by his shoulders so I
stood tip-toe and kissed his cheek just as the doorbell rang.

I finally felt good about myself for the first time since coming home from
school. Daddy felt terrible, mommy too, I knew that. They thought they were
turning me into a whore just so we could keep our stuff. I knew better
though, it wasn't stuff we were keeping, it was pride. My dad couldn't see
it yet, he thought he was losing his pride by selling me, but he was
wrong. 

This Reiser person, he could have me whenever he wanted. He was rich white
man and I was a little black sissy, all he had to do was pay the taxes and
take me. I wasn't worth very much anyway, being still in high school and
male on my birth certificate. A vice-president at a big insurance company
could afford me for sure and all my parents could do was petition for a
delay until I was eighteen, but probably not since I was healthy. But even
if I wasn't, that would still give me less than two years at home and then
I'd be all his and my parents wouldn't get a dime. 

He wasn't doing that though, and not because he was a miser, but because
that wouldn't make me his friend. He'd probably have to rape me if he
bought me; the way I'd heard that some Masters did with their slaves. Of
course nobody called it rape publicly, just like nobody called rich white
people Master or Mistress in the newspapers, and for sure nobody called
black girls slaves; that wasn't politically correct in the modern 21st
century. Everyone did all that though in reality. Mr. Reiser would be my
white Benefactor and he'd take Custody of me, being responsible for my
proper training and behavior and employing me for Domestic Purposes, as
they say. Private purposes that were nobody's business, but everyone knew
what was going on. Nobody took custody of ugly boys or girls, only the
pretty ones, and neither my daddy or I would admit that the very real
possibility was that if Mr. Reiser liked me a lot, he'd want to keep me.

That wouldn't be so bad, although I'd miss my mom and dad, but if he was
nice I'm sure Mr. Reiser would let me visit them, especially since my daddy
worked for the man. It was easy to get excited about that, a lot easier
than you probably think, just because I'd not only be helping my family the
only way I could, but I wouldn't have to worry about someone else wanting
me. I was sixteen and black and pretty and all of that made me vulnerable
and another man could take me and leave my parents with nothing. I'd been
waiting for this day, believe it or not.

Mr. Reiser was being generous, I thought, far more than he needed to be and
my daddy should have appreciated that. My mom did, I understood that
finally, she knew how to read between the lines, but she was a woman too
and so she'd grown up facing the same issues I was. She'd belonged to a
white man for awhile, until my mom had gotten older and the man had lost
interest in her. He'd been nice too and my mom didn't talk about him very
much, but I think she'd loved him a little. Yeah, only another girl could
understand what was going on. A boy, a real boy I mean, wouldn't understand
it at all. 

My daddy thought he was losing something and that's just the way men are, I
suppose.

"Did, um..." I caught my dad as he was leaving to greet Mr. Reiser, "...Did
you tell him everything about me, daddy? About my..."

"What? Yeah, of course." My dad nodded. "Mr. Reiser knows you're a boy,
Princess."

"Okay." I smiled. "Good."

"Just come down in, oh, ten or fifteen minutes, okay?" Dad smiled at
me. "You really are sexy, Dani. Jesus."

"Thanks." I giggled softly and twisted on my hips, not minding being sexy
at all anymore. Now that I knew the reason.


End of chapter 02