Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2011 06:32:57 -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 4 That night, after dad and Charlene turned off the light, I met Anna Marie once again at the same place, where she immediately asked me to return her panties. I couldn't think of any way to do that short of disrobing in front of her, but since she'd already seen me mostly naked and in little more than her panties anyway, that didn't seem to be an issue any longer. Plus I'd seen her topless, so there didn't seem to be much reason to act shy about a little nudity. "Take off your shirt, too," she instructed as I handed her the panties. Well, okay, that was a little more nudity than I might have preferred just then, but I wasn't ready to protest. I took it off, too, and stood before her completely naked, waiting her instructions. She flashed the light over me for a while, as if verifying that, yes, I truly was naked. Or perhaps just looking curiously at the odd little Earth boy with no clothes on. There didn't seem to be as much sexual curiosity to her looking as I know I would have had were the situation reversed and it was her with no clothes on and me with the flashlight. "Turn around," she said at length. I did, and she shined the flashlight across my bare bum. "You have a cute bum," she said. "If you were a girl, boys would be checking you out all the time at school." I didn't know what to say to that. "Did you like wearing panties all day?" she asked. "It was okay," I said, not sure what I should say in response to that, either. "Did anyone notice?" "No." "Here, put this on," she said, turning off the flashlight. I turned back and took the two small clothing items she was handing to me. It was her bikini from earlier in the day. I don't know what it says about my thought process that I didn't protest or argue with her; I just started putting it on. First the bikini bottom, which was just like wearing her panties, only a little more solidly constructed. I remembered to tuck my penis back between my legs before snugging it up to my crotch. I was a little less comfortable with the bikini top. It was bandeau-style with a drawstring in the front that went up from the center and tied around my neck. I wasn't completely sure how to put it on - where all the pieces should go - and it didn't help matters that I didn't have anything with which to fill up the cups. With a little coaching from Anna Marie, I soon figured it out and was wearing my very first bikini. She had me turn slowly in front of her, posing, as she shined the light on me. In some ways I felt more exposed in wearing her bikini than I did when I was completely naked. "That bikini makes your bum even cuter," she said. I still had no idea what to say in response. "Now walk around," she said, gesturing to her left, and indicating for me to walk around the other side of the hedge trellis, across my grandparents' backyard, and back again from the other side. I started off, moving slowly, as I thought she wanted, the way I'd done it the night before when I'd been wearing her nightgown. It hit me after just a couple steps - as the light from her flashlight finally clicked off after following my bikini-clad bum - that I was wearing a bikini. A girl's bikini! And... Okay, I was a little embarrassed, I guess. But only in the sense that I knew if anyone saw me that way that I knew I'd have a whole heap of explaining to do. Probably more explaining than I could explain, if that makes sense. But, no, it was less a sense of embarrassment, and more a sense of... I liked it. I liked pretending I was a girl. I took my time. I walked slowly across the yard. And suddenly... I realized all those thousands of baseball fans, who had been deprived of a baseball game that day, were in the stands, watching me. Ten thousand fans, who had watched me hit a world-series winning grand slam the day before, were watching me walk from first base to center field in a bikini. They weren't screaming wildly this time, though. Instead, there was an almost quiet reverence. Was it really possible that I, their hero, could be equally as comfortable appearing before them as a girl as I was doing sports heroics? And did I really have a cute bum, as Anna Marie had suggested? And then I saw my dad. No, just kidding. But I thought about it. As comfortable as I was being dressed like a girl in front of my imaginary fans, I knew I'd die if I were to get caught doing it. After returning to Anna Marie and posing some more in the beam of her flashlight, she sent me to bed, still wearing the bikini, and gave me instructions to meet her again in the morning. ************ The next morning I gave her back the bikini top, but continued to wear the bikini bottoms. According to her instructions. "Are you doing anything today?" she asked before sending me back to my tent? Did I ever do anything there in Burley? Other than take walks around the block and have imaginary baseball games? I'd have to check my calendar. "No," I said. "Want to go swimming?" she asked. "Uh, I guess so," I said. As if I could only guess at the correct answer, and would need to confirm it with other parties before I could be sure. Kind of like, "Mom, do I want to go swimming, today? The girl next door is conducting a survey." Okay, let me just first say that if you were to ask me that question today, the answer would be no, I don't want to go swimming. I have a terrible fear of having my head under water. But, at age twelve, I hadn't yet developed that phobia, and so the answer was yes. Even though - since I didn't know how to swim - my idea of swimming was just being in the water. Which was slightly different from Anna Marie's version of swimming. But... Let me just slow down a little here. It was agreed that we would go swimming. At the Burley Parks and Recreation Department's South Labrum Canal Swimming Pool. No, the swimming pool wasn't a canal. Labrum Canal is a canal that winds through and around Burley, watering all the crops, and South was just there in the name to distinguish it from North Labrum Canal, although as far as I know, there isn't a North Labrum Canal Swimming Pool. And I'm not sure where the dividing line is between South Labrum Canal and North Labrum Canal and Central Labrum Canal, if there is such a place. At one o'clock. Which was less than an hour after eating, unless I ate early and you factored in the time it would take to walk there - about twenty or thirty minutes. In that case, and even in that case, I'd be pushing the two-hour wait after eating before swimming, but I was twelve, so I didn't actually think much about that. And no, no lunches were regurgitated during the making of this story. In case I was starting to mislead you that direction. The real point is, it was enough time for my dad to start making a semi-big deal out of the fact that I had a date. He was quite proud of that fact. "A regular chip off the old block," basically, was the attitude he portrayed. Riley Thomas was very much a ladies' man growing up, with numerous conquests and adventures to boast of. And... decidedly heterosexual, I might add. So, seeing his son following in his footsteps, dating a girl he'd only just met at the very innocent age of twelve... Well, he was quite proud. I guess I forgot to mention the part about me wearing her panties. He was even more proud, if that were possible, when he actually met the young lady in question. Anna Marie was very attractive, with her long, brown hair, feminine curves, and precocious manner. Can you be thirteen and still be precocious? Anyway, I think my dad was hearing wedding bells or something, because he slipped me an extra ten dollars, just in case something came up and I needed to pay for dinner. Or something. Actually, I suspect he may have been thinking prophylactics, but if that were the case wouldn't it have been easier to grab a few condoms from the drawer in his room and toss them into my bag instead? "Just in case something comes up," he could have added with a knowing wink. I wonder what he would have thought if he'd known I'd already seen her tits. "Moving a little fast there, aren't we son?" And people say I'm confused. Anyway, whether he intended it for prophylactics or ice cream sodas, I was soon on the road with Anna Marie to the South Labrum Canal swimming pool. Down to the corner and actually leaving the block. It was like my first taste of freedom. Okay, not really. At home, I got out and away from home somewhat frequently, so I don't want to give the impression I was a home-body. I was just a little shy about places I didn't know very well - like Burley. But with Anna Marie leading the way, I was fine. As soon as we were out of sight, she decided we needed to conduct an underwear inspection. That meant stopping while she pulled my shorts back to look inside, verifying that, indeed, I was still wearing the bikini bottom she'd given me the night before. When you're two, and Mom checks your diaper by pulling it open to look inside, you're probably not too worried about what other people might be thinking. When you're twelve, and the girl your dad thinks is your new girlfriend does it to you on a public street in Burley, Idaho, it's a little ignominious. I was still wearing it, of course, and so I passed with no problem. I don't know what she would have done if I hadn't been. Perhaps she would have had no recourse but to shoot me with a laser. Or, more likely, make me change and put them on right there on the street. And, just for the record, the street we were on at the time, South Labrum Canal Road, doesn't have a lot of traffic and not too many houses, so it's not like we were doing this in plain sight. But it wasn't private, either. After checking to see that I was still wearing her bikini bottom underneath my regular shorts, Anna Marie opened her backpack and reached inside to pull out a bra and some more panties. "Here," she said, handing them to me to put in my swim bag. "You can put these on after we go swimming." They were cute. The bra was one of her training bras, I think. It was powder blue with black lace trim. The cups had no underwires - they were just soft. The panties were solid black cotton with a little bit of lace around the hips. I put them into my bag, realizing that when we returned home, I'd be wearing them. Such was the way my life had changed in so short a time. So Anna Marie's version of swimming, as I said, was a little different from my version. After splashing around in the shallow areas of the pool, she left me to go to the diving area. I watched her from the safety of the rope that separates the shallow area from the diving area. The swimmers from the non-swimmers. There was one time, as she strode out to the end of the diving board and paused for a moment that our eyes met, and I think we were both thinking the same thing - that she had shown me - and I had seen - her tits. It was almost like this telepathy thing - more space alien telepathy, I guess - where we agreed that if we weren't in a public place at the moment with all those other people around watching, she would be happy to show them to me again. Anna Marie was wearing an iridescent orange one-piece swimsuit with leg openings that, I swear, went all the way to her waist. I thought she looked positively breathtaking in it. I was wearing my white, blue and green trunks, which sort of matched the bikini bottoms I was wearing underneath. I worried that if I got out of the water, the wet fabric would cling in such a way that anyone would be able to see the Hawaiian print bikini bottom underneath, but Anna Marie assured me I was okay. I actually did protest - a little - about wearing them at all, promising her that I would wear the blue bra and black cotton panties home without a single protest if she would let me not wear the bikini bottom in the pool. But she wouldn't hear of it. She insisted I wear the bikini bottom the whole time. We even had a moment in the pool when she conducted another swimwear check. This time we discretely moved to a place where she could check without drawing too much attention. I tried to look casual and nonchalant as the girl I was with pulled open my trunks and looked inside. "Okay, you're good," she said, and let me go. Anna Marie had a cute bum, too. In case you were wondering. Okay, so where it got a lot different from my version of swimming was after she was through diving, and we went over to the end of the pool to sun bathe. Me and a half-dozen teenage girls. I was the only one not wearing a bikini top. And I had swim trunks on over the bikini bottom. At least Anna Marie didn't get the idea of making me sunbathe in a bikini top. I don't know how I would have explained bikini tan lines to my dad. ************ After swimming, and sunbathing, we were on our way back home - I was wearing the blue bra and black panties she'd given me - when Anna Marie asked, "How did you like laying out with all the girls?" "It was okay." Yet another question I didn't know how to answer. Was I supposed to say I hated it? I hadn't. Should I tell her I loved it? She looked at me thoughtfully as we walked, probably guessing that was what I meant. I should have known it was useless to try and hide my feelings from a space alien who could read minds. "I have another idea," she said suddenly. "I think you'll like this." She stopped and put her backpack down to begin rummaging through it. I started to wonder if her backpack might actually be some kind of wormhole that connected to her closet back home. Or more likely her closet on some far away planet, where she could reach in and grab whatever clothing item she thought I might need. And at this point I guess I started to kind of wonder what her interest was in me, exactly, and why she was so interested in seeing me wear girl clothes. Surely it was more than just the fact that I had an androgynous name and a slightly feminine appearance. But for the life of me, I couldn't think of anything. And for that matter, I guess I was starting to wonder why I went along with it so easily. I mean, at first it had been my terror at being prosecuted that had made me agree to anything she said. But as time went along, it became more and more obvious, even to me, that I wasn't being prosecuted, and that I was perfectly capable of stopping this game of hers any time I wanted. But, I guess that's the thing - I didn't want to. I was having fun. I was exploring a part of me that I guess I'd never imagined before, and found myself liking it. I wasn't too surprised when what she pulled out from the recesses of her backpack was some more girl clothes. This time some short khaki shorts and a red t-shirt. By short I mean girlie short - above mid-thigh short. Not booty shorts, but getting there. The t-shirt was red with a USA flag on it that was made out of little red, white and blue hearts. Cute, for a girl, and not necessarily the kind of thing anyone would notice strange on a boy if they didn't look that closely. The shorts, on the other hand, might attract some attention. Would definitely attract some attention. And Anna Marie wanted me to wear them. Her idea was for me to get a real feel for what it's like being a girl by dressing like one and then taking a different route home - a longer one - that would take us past a place where she knew there would be some boys. "Don't you want to know what it's like to know some guy is looking at your bum?" she said. "Especially if you have a cute one, like you do." "They're not going to think I'm a girl," I protested, for once actually meaning it. "Yes they will," she insisted. "What about my hair?" I asked. She gave my short hair an appraising look. "We'll put a ribbon in it." I continued to express my doubts even as Anna Marie rummaged through her bag to find the flowered hair ribbon she'd been wearing that time I'd first seen her. "And this might help, too," she said, revealing a tube of pink lip gloss and her makeup kit. "Plus I have clip-on earrings you can wear." I felt a pit in my stomach. It seemed useless to try talking her out of it. For that matter, I wasn't even sure I wanted to. Part of me wanted to try; to find out just what it was like to be ogled by a guy. "How old are the guys?" I asked, my way of saying yes. "About our age," she assured me. "Maybe a little older. You wouldn't want to do it if they were any younger. You need them to be old enough to be interested in girls." "Do you really think you can make me look like a girl?" I asked. I hated the idea of not passing and ending up a laughingstock. She assured me she could. "You're really cute," she said. The first thing we needed to do was change my clothes. Anna Marie looked around, and for a moment I thought - I knew - she was going to make me change right there on the sidewalk. It was relatively quiet and I knew she would figure I could be out of my shorts and into hers in no time at all, before anyone would notice. But to my surprise she had another idea. "Okay, good, you still have your wristband on," she said, indicating the yellow band that showed I had paid to go swimming. She quickly stuffed the clothes I needed to wear into my swim bag and gave me my instructions. "Go back inside, tell the lifeguards that you forgot something. They'll let you go in. Hurry and change, and then come back out." "You don't think they'll notice I'm wearing different clothes?" I asked, skeptical. "No. And who cares if they do? It's none of their business." I heaved a deep sigh for confidence. "What if they notice I'm wearing your clothes?" I asked. And I guess the deep sigh for confidence actually worked, or something, because I suddenly realized I was really planning to do it. I wasn't protesting as a way of getting out of it; I was just pointing out things that might go wrong. The thing I realized is that I actually hoped it would work out and we could solve all the problems, without me getting caught or laughed at. "They won't know they're my clothes," she said. "They'll just think you came out wearing something else." "And that I like dressing like a girl," I added. Okay, there, I'd said it. I'd admitted it. Anna Marie barely noticed. "They won't notice," she promised. And they didn't. Or, if they did, they didn't say anything. It worked out exactly the way Anna Marie had said. The lifeguards let me in with nothing more than a glance at my yellow wrist band. And when I came back out a remarkably short time later, wearing Anna Marie's khaki shorts and red t-shirt, they barely looked up as I said "Thanks," and hustled by. So there I was, on the streets of Burley, in broad daylight, dressed like a teenage girl, with a space alien helping me out. I don't know if I've ever been as terrified or excited in my whole entire life. We found a bench to sit on and Anna Marie helped me with my makeup. "I'm putting it on heavier than normal," she admitted, "so guys will notice it, and then they'll just think you're wearing makeup, and not like you're a boy wearing makeup or anything." When she was nearly done, and was showing me the results, she smiled. "Chris, if your hair was longer, I'm serious, you wouldn't need any makeup at all." As a final touch, she rolled up some socks into not-quite ball shapes and had me stuff them into the bra I was wearing, giving me small but noticeable breasts. We had to work carefully, adjusting them, until we got the shape just right. "There, you look perfect!" she beamed. As in smiled, not like that teleporting thing they do in Star Trek. And... okay, I felt... Maybe not perfect, but good. I trusted her assurance that I was passable. And mostly, I just remember thinking, so this is what it feels like to be a girl. The boys were all skateboarders, about our age or a little older. Following a scripted choreography, we walked past, talking to each other about some imaginary girlfriend of ours, pretending to not even notice the boys. Anna Marie had us walk past about fifteen steps and then loudly said, "Shit!" At that point we turned around and walked past the boys again while Anna Marie berated herself for forgetting she needed to buy earrings at the jewelry store we'd passed by earlier. In the jewelry story we shopped for jewelry for me, not for her, getting me some new earrings, a silver-chain anklet, and a little necklace with a cross on it. It was more money than I had, even with the extra ten dollars my dad gave me, but Anna Marie offered to pay the difference. I told her it was just for a while and that I would let her keep everything once we were done, that there was no way my dad was going to let me have jewelry. But Anna Marie refused. "Don't be silly," she said. "Just stuff it in the bottom of one of your bags and he'll never know. And if he does find it, just tell him you found it one day." Before leaving the store, I exchanged the earrings, giving her back the ones she'd loaned me, and put on the necklace and anklet. It's hard to say why, but I'm sure I felt even prettier and more feminine wearing the necklace. It seemed to draw attention to my pretend-breasts, and I could just imagine the skateboarder boys looking at me. "Are you sure my boobs look okay?" I asked Anna Marie in a low whisper. "You're fine," she assured me. The anklet... In a way, I think, may have been the thing that changed my whole life from that point, and convinced me that I really did want to spend more time -- a lot more time -- dressing like a girl. It just... did something to me. I mean, not something physical or anything - I didn't get a magic jolt from it or anything like that. It just... when I put it on, I suddenly felt different. A lot different. More feminine. A lot more feminine. More like a girl. "Okay, are you ready to walk past those guys one more time?" she asked, once I was ready to leave. "Okay," I smiled, feeling surprisingly confident. We were quieter on our third trip past the skateboarders, and I happened to catch one guy's eye - a short, heavy Hispanic boy with soft brown eyes - as we were approaching, something about the way he looked at me gave me this funny feeling inside. Like he saw right through me. Or something. But not like he could see right through my clothes and knew that I was really a boy. More like... More like he was undressing me with his eyes. I guess if you've never been there, it's a hard feeling to describe. I just suddenly felt very exposed. And, if I was reading his thoughts correctly - (You don't suppose that space alien mental telepathy thing was contagious, do you?) - then the thing that got me the most was that he was thinking it about me, of all people. And, yeah, I was getting really turned on by it. It was exciting to think I had that kind of influence on a guy. I was so excited, I wanted to go past them a fourth time, but Anna Marie said we needed to be getting home.