Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2011 03:59:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Stephanie Silver Subject: I Was Abducted By Sex-Crazed Space Aliens in Burley, Idaho I Was Abducted By Sex-Crazed Space Aliens in Burley, Idaho by Stephanie Silver Chapter 3 All night in girl clothes. In a tent in my grandparents' backyard, right outside my dad and Charlene's room. It was so risky; I don't think I slept a wink. I had to get up and get my clothes back before they woke up and found me like that. Anna Marie hadn't said what time she'd be up. She'd just said in the morning. What if she was one of those late sleepers? What if my dad came out and found me dressed like a girl? As soon as it started to get light out, I started looking for Anna Marie. I even made a trip over to the fence where we met and called for her. Nobody answered. I was too scared to call very loudly. It was better to wait. Other than I had to go to the bathroom. But I couldn't go inside. Not wearing a girl's nightgown. And I didn't dare to do it outside. Not in Grandpa's yard; I'd be dead for sure. So for the next half-hour or so I worried and kept a close eye on the fence watching for Anna Marie. I decided that if someone came out from the house to get me, I'd... I guessed I would take off all my clothes, and... Yeah, being a semi-nudist in the relative safety of my tent wouldn't be nearly as difficult to explain as wearing girl clothes. I'd get a scolding, no doubt, but as long as I promised not to do it anymore, that would be it. Where was Anna Marie? Eventually, I heard someone tossing small rocks at my tent. I looked out through the flap and saw Anna Marie. I don't think I was ever as glad to see anyone in my whole life. Even if she was from outer space. I hurried over, prepared to get my clothes back and be done with my ordeal. I'd learned my lesson about trespassing, and could easily assure her that I would never do it again. Not there or anywhere else. Heck, I'd even strip naked and change right there in front of her if she wanted, just so I could be done with it. "How'd you sleep?" she asked with a friendly smile. "Not very good. Can I have my clothes back?" I asked. "Why not?" She asked, in regards to my not sleeping well. She didn't seem to be in any hurry to give me back my clothes. Well, why not, indeed? "I don't know," I said. "'Cause I was scared, I guess." "Scared of what?" "Getting caught." Duh! "Why would you get caught? Don't your parents think you're a girl?" "No, they don't think that!" "Then why'd they name you Chris? And buy you pink underpants? You look cute in that nightgown, by the way." We'd been through this before. "Chris is too a boy's name. Besides, nobody knows what color my underwears are. Except you now." "What about your Mom. Doesn't she know? She washes your laundry, doesn't she?" Well, obviously my Mom knew. And my dad, who was with me when I bought them. And maybe Charlene, too. But that was different. Nobody outside of them knew. "Well, yeah." She handed me back my shirt. "Here, you can put this on and give me back my nightgown." I took the shirt and stripped off the nightgown. I was standing there in just the pink and white panties before it occurred to me what I was doing. Hurriedly, I put the shirt on. "What about my pants?" I asked impatiently. She hesitated. "I was just thinking," she said. "What?" "I think you should wear those all day. I think your parents meant for you to be a girl. Here, you can have your pants back." I didn't know what to say. I blushed. I took my pants back. I put them on. I was still wearing her panties. I didn't argue. "Are you going to be around today?" "I guess so." I was still in shock over the unexpected turn of events. "Meet me here right after lunch. And make sure you're still wearing my panties." And then she left. ************ I was very careful all morning. I mean, it's not like my family conducted periodic underwear checks or anything. But you never knew; maybe they'd start doing it now. I guess I just had this uneasy feeling all day that they were totally aware of my activities from the night before, and were just waiting for the right moment to bring it up. So, Chris, tell us about your new underwear you started wearing. Something like that. I don't recall lunch. Whatever it was, I know I barely tasted it. I was watching the clock. At 1:00pm, mountain daylight savings time, I was there. Not exactly at the fence - just in case someone was watching me from inside - but in the back yard playing. I needed to make sure it looked like I was just playing normally. Once Anna Marie appeared, I'd casually toss the ball over the screen and then go behind the bushes to retrieve it. No one would suspect a thing. Finally I heard her calling, "Chris!" I tossed the ball up, but couldn't get it to go over the trellis. I tried a couple more times, but still no success. Frustrated, and afraid Anna Marie might get tired of waiting and decide to tell on me, I gave up and made my way behind the trellis without a pretense. I caught my breath. Anna Marie was wearing her white and purple Hawaiian print bikini again, and even I thought she looked sexy in it. "Show me if you're still wearing my panties," she said. I pulled up my t-shirt and pushed the waistband down on my pants to show her the panties I still had on. "Good," was all she said. She was quiet for a moment as her space alien brain consulted briefly with other space alien brains about my situation using telepathy. Once the consultation was over, she spoke again. "Want to watch me sunbathe?" "Okay." What did I know? Watching a girl sunbathe had to be more interesting than watching paint dry. And watching paint dry was only slightly ahead of a walk around the block there in my grandparents' neighborhood. So with no other plans for fun and excitement that day, it seemed like watching her sunbathe might be just about as interesting as anything else. Besides, I didn't exactly know what sunbathing meant. I knew it meant she would be lying in the sun wearing only her bikini for some period of time. But for how long and how motionless she'd be, I couldn't say. I figured there had to be occasional periods of excitement - enough to keep the attention of a twelve-year-old boy - or else she wouldn't have suggested it. The rest of the time, I figured it might be interesting to just look at her. An invitation to peek, I guess. And I suppose I should mention here that at that age I still had a sexual attraction to females. It's only as I grew older that I started finding myself being attracted to other males. So I figured I'd watch, and while she wasn't moving around changing positions, I'd take advantage of the opportunity to ogle. I mean what normal boy wouldn't agree to that? Right? Okay, I probably wasn't the most normal boy you'd ever meet, but you get the idea. Well, it wasn't that interesting. And if you thought sleeping in panties and a nightgown all night made me nervous, you should have seen me peeking over the fence and watching the back door at the same time, waiting for someone to come out and catch me ogling the girl next door when I was supposed to be playing baseball or going on walks. No, on second thought, it was interesting. Mostly she just lay there, not moving. Reptilian, I suppose, warming her alien blood in the sun, because I sure didn't see any tanning going on. But when I wasn't too nervous watching the back door to look at her, I realized I was looking at a nearly naked girl. In fact, if I held a finger up in front of my eye in just the right way, I could make it look as if she really was naked. And then she'd move. Or get up to put tanning lotion on. Or communicate telepathically with other aliens. And I'd catch a glimpse of her female curves that I knew I'd remember for a long, long time, and suddenly I'd realize I'd made the right choice and that it was all definitely worth it. ("Sorry, folks, but today's imaginary baseball game has been canceled due to hormones.") And then! The crowning moment! The grand slam, world-series winning moment, when I definitely knew I was in the right place at the right time. Anna Marie turned onto her stomach, and then reached behind... No! Really? No way! She can't be! She is! Is she really taking her top off? She is! Oh my god! She's struggling to find the snap. There, she's got it. It's off! She's naked! At least from the waist up. I'm looking at a real live naked girl. And she knows it. She knows I'm looking. I waited, just in case she decided to sit up, but she never did. She just lay there, looking sexy with her top off and her front pressed against the lounge chair in which she was laying. But, god, she looked sexy. After a while she turned her head to look at me and smiled. Seriously! A half-naked girl smiled at me. And then, as casual as could be, she asked, "Do you have a boner?" Well, see, that's how I knew she had to be from another planet. I mean how else could she have known that? I nodded, and she smiled and closed her eyes. A half-second later she opened them again and said, "Show it to me." Well, that was a little tricky, but I climbed up onto the fence until my boy parts were visible to her, unbuckled and unzipped, reached inside the panties I still wore, and pulled my enlarged penis out into the open. She nodded again and smiled, obviously approving of what she'd seen. And then my dad came out, caught me exposing myself to a girl and killed me and that's the end of the story. No, not really. But if he had, that's how the story would end. In reality, Anna Marie opened her eyes again, and made a signal for me to stroke myself. To masturbate. Now, I'm not going to say I was so innocent that I didn't know how to masturbate, but... Okay, I will say that. It wasn't my first time masturbating, though. Let me say that. I'd done it before, in the shower. It's just, when I did it in the shower, I did it a different way, and so I didn't know that's what I was doing. In the shower I would just let the hot, nearly scalding water splash over my privates -- my boy parts - secretly hoping that if I made it hot enough they might actually fall off and I'd be forced to spend the rest of my life without them and so would have to be a girl. And then, when I'd wake up the next morning, there would be this weird, sticky stuff all over my penis gluing the opening shut - which I later figured out was cum - but at the time I worried that maybe I actually was somehow causing my boy parts to start disintegrating, so I wouldn't do it for a while, and then nothing would happen, until next time I took a hot shower. And eventually I figured out what was happening. But eventually wasn't until after I was up there on the fence figuring out that Anna Marie wanted me to stroke my cock while I looked at her and while she looked at me, and I knew it was going to feel good if I did that, so I did do that, and she watched with that approving smile. And I'm not sure just how much I would have been willing to do if the reward was Anna Marie's approving smile. I wonder if I could have used that in place of the "I was just getting my ball" defense. And... then... Anna Marie... turned... onto her side! And definitely that sentence needs to end in an exclamation point, because, you recall, Anna Marie had taken her top off, and hadn't put it back on before turning onto her side, which meant, since she turned onto her side so that she was facing me, that I was seeing a girl's tits for the first time in my ever ever life! Which I think deserves another exclamation point. Uh, let's see... 32B, I think. I'm guessing. She couldn't have been much bigger than that. Huge nipples. Okay, maybe they were just medium size nipples. But they were definitely bigger than mine, and bigger than any I'd ever seen, because to that point in my life I'd only ever seen the nipples of other boys or very young girls, and never had I ever seen nipples that stuck out so far from the surrounding colored area. They probably only stuck out a quarter inch or so, but that was like a quarter inch further than anything I'd ever seen before, so I was totally blown away by the whole experience. To the point where I slipped off the fence. With my pants still unbuttoned. Fortunately I wasn't hurt, other than my pride and a minor scratch or two. And more of that weird, sticky stuff oozing out of my twitching penis. Once she found out I wasn't hurt too badly, Anna Marie went back to sunbathing and I went back to watching. Although that was the last I saw of her breasts. When she finally decided she'd had enough, she excused herself, and me, with instructions to meet her again after dark once my parents went to sleep. "I'll give you something different to wear tonight," she said. Oh, right. I was supposed to protest. For some reason I forgot.