Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2006 11:01:34 EST
From: MartiL340@aol.com
Subject: The Unwitting Lure, a TG Story

The Unwitting Lure
By
Mardee Louise Prynne

All rights reserved 2006 by
Mardee Louise Prynne



	The first day of the fall semester wasn't a real school day.  You
just show up for homeroom to get your program and then try to get out of
the classes with teachers you don't want.  I stopped by the program office
to say hi to my girlfriend who was a student secretary there.  Well, I was
her boyfriend anyway although she was so moody that I wasn`t sure if I
could call her my girlfriend or not.  She was a real pain but she was worth
it, at least to me.  I reacted to Carole like to no other girl ever.  Jut
looking at her set me going.  Did I say pain?  Bitch is more the right
word.  Carole did, however, let me get to somewhere between second and
third base so it wasn't all bad.
	I'm not being fair to Carole.  She really did have some
terrifically nifty things going for her.  Carole had a very attractive face
along with a great figure which is always good for openers.  She had a gift
of knowing how to dress so that she managed to catch everyone's eye without
looking cheap or trampy.  She had a good mind; not brilliant but good
enough to get on well.  Her keen insight into people, although often
clouded by her conceit, allowed her to cater to their vanity for her own
advancement.  Carole was a good athlete and one of the leading lights of
the school's modern dance club.  Not that she was a great dancer or even a
very good dancer.  Her success was mainly due to her skill in calling
attention to herself on stage.  With a body like hers that was easy.
	The total of Carole's charms somehow was greater than the sum of
its parts. There was some indescribable extra that drew the attention of
girls as well as boys, of women as well as men.
	We were in a lot of the same classes together because we were both
on the honors track.  I never felt as secure as I should have around the
other kids in honors classes because of my less than impressive social
background.  At first I wondered how Carole managed to survive in honors
classes considering her mediocre academic performance.  It was her skill at
being a "brown-nose" that did it.  She was so good at subtly kissing ass
that she was easily able to flatter her targets without them ever catching
on to on to just how well she was manipulating them.

	Most of the student population had dispersed by late morning.  The
professional staff was out until one.  The building was pretty empty when I
finally reached the program office.  Carole was still there but she wasn't
alone.  There was the cutest little kid there.  I would have thought she
was still in grammar school, but no. She was standing there with her
notebooks clutched to her chest and a program card in her hand.  This new
admission obviously didn't know we had a dress code in this high school.  I
eyed her from head to toe and back again.  A variation on the popular pixie
hairstyle framed an innocently pretty face with large sparkling green eyes
that complemented her deep red hair.  A smattering of freckles added to her
little girl charm.  Since she had her chest concealed by the notebooks she
clutched I couldn't tell if she was stacked or flat.  That no bra straps
showed under her wide necked tee confirmed what was obvious at first
glance; she didn't need one because she didn't have very much to put in a
bra.  Back then, in the fifties, every high school girl, even those who
didn't need to, wore a brassiere all the time.  Score one for her.  She was
independent minded enough not to care whether other kids knew how little
she had in that department.
	I wondered if she was one of those whiz kids who go right from
sixth grade to ninth grade or something.  She wore jeans and saddle shoes.
One thin wrist sported a small watch while a narrow silver bangle bracelet
adorned the other.  A narrow gold ring set with a blue stone called
attention to her graceful fingers.  A fine gold chain hung from her neck
and disappeared down the wide neck of her striped tee.  I wondered whether
it held a cross or a Star of David.  The tee she wore hung loosely around
her hips obscuring her waist which had to be pretty small considering how
little flesh she had on top.  She turned away from me for a second or two
but that was long enough for me to see that her tush quite adequately
filled the seat of her jeans.  Saddle shoes completed her ensemble.
	There was something about her that I found terribly appealing, even
sexy.  I just hoped that Carole didn't see it on my face.  That tingling in
my groin might have betrayed me had the new kid not turned so her tush was
away from me.  Then she gave me a knowing smile that really melted me and
got my juices flowing even faster.  I felt puzzled and liberated all at
once.  What was there about this skinny newcomer that made her turn me on
the way only Carole could up until this instant?  I had been wishing on and
off for a long time now that a girl might come into my life whom I would
want to date as much as I wanted to be with Carole.  This was the girl!
Maybe now I would finally have the conviction to stop putting up with
Carole.  But would this little cutie be interested in dating me or anyone
else considering how young she was?
	Carole looked up from the papers she was fussing with and smiled at
me.
	"Hi.  I'll be with you as soon as I'm through with this new child."
Carole practically spit the word "child" at this naive looking new kid.
She smiled sardonically at the newcomer who shifted from one foot to the
other.
	"Well. Jo-Jo, all you have to do is get this excuse from gym signed
and you're all set.  You'll have to document those dance classes that
you're using as an excuse as well as that other stuff you're getting into."
	"Excuse me," the new kid said firmly.  "All that's in my folder."
	"So you say."  Carole was being supercilious to the point of
rudeness.
	Jo-Jo smiled back at Carole.  "I'm sure you could tell me all there
is to know about how I should get out of taking gym."  This one wasn't
about to be lorded over by Carole.  I wondered how she knew Carole never,
ever had to go to gym.  Just a smart comeback although surprising apt.
Jo-Jo's quick retort to Carole set me wondering how it was that Carole
managed to get through three and half years of high school without ever
taking gym.  Sure some of her activities like being a baton twirler could
be used to get out of gym but that was only for a few months in the fall
during football season.  The modern dance numbers she participated in for
the spring festival might account for a few more weeks out of gym in the
late winter.  Maybe if you added all this up it would work out.  I had my
doubts all along but now I was willing to admit it to myself having gotten
fed up with Carole's controlling and often hurtful nature.
	Carole was glaring at Jo-Jo as if trying to will the new girl out
of existence or at least out of this school and back to wherever she came
from.  Maybe I was reading into it but Jo-Jo seemed pretty smug at having
successfully driven Carole into a sulk.
	As Jo-Jo turned to leave, two guys who were sitting on a bench in
the office got up.  One of the boys deliberately jostled Jo-Jo in a failed
attempt to dislodge her notebooks.  Her saddle shoe delivered a swift and
effective kick to his ankle.  His buddy looked like he was about to jump in
to help him.
	"Go ahead, I dare you."  Jo-Jo snapped at the boy who backed away
in shock at the tiny newcomer's aggressive reaction.
	"Just in case you two jerks have any ideas I'm going to even the
sides."  I moved alongside Jo-Jo as I spoke.  This surprised everyone, me
most of all.  Although I could take of myself well enough when I had to, I
wasn't a fighter and certainly never threw out challenges until that very
moment.  The pair took off.  For a second or two I wondered why they were
hanging out in the program office at that particular moment.  Did someone
put them up to it?  Was Carole that somebody?  What could she possibly have
against this cute little girl who was transferring into the school?
	"Hal!" Carole called my attention from Jo-Jo who was leaning
against the door post biting her lip as she fought back tears of anger.  "I
need a word with you."
	Carole had moved from behind her desk.  She parked her bottom on
the corner of the desk so that one leg extended to the floor while the
other swung rhythmically.  Her eyes met mine in a studied look that
conveyed both dismay and irritation.
	"You know you embarrass me sometimes.  You practically got into a
brawl with those two boys who really didn't anything wrong.  One of them
bumped into that awful child, probably by accident. So it kicks him so hard
it hurts but you have to have to threaten or whatever it is you said that
drove them off."
	I stared at Carole in total disbelief.  So this new girl was really
skinny and more than a little flat but calling her an "it" was totally
unfair.
	"Come off it, Carole.  You got no reason to be so nasty to that new
kid."
	"Don't I?  Maybe I'll tell you about it when we're alone."  Her
last remark reminded me that Jo-Jo was still within earshot.
	"I don't care what reasons you think you have. I still won't let
anyone be bullied if can help it."
	Carole got up from the desk, walked to the center of the room and
paused.  She glanced down at the back of her ankle, wet her finger tip, and
raised her skirt a few inches above her knee as if to stop a run in her
hose.  The thing was that she wasn't wearing hose, just crew socks and
dirty white bucks.  She did, however, accomplish her purpose quite nicely.
Staring at the back of her knee and at her calf made me forget Jo-Jo for
the moment.  The conversation turned to things between us.  Carole was
quite sweet when she wanted to be.  Turned out she wasn't being sweet this
time.
	"Hal, honey, you know that dance we were supposed to go to
together, the one next week at the center. Well, it's not that I don't want
to go with you but you're really such a klutzy dancer.  It might be better
if I went on my own so I can dance with boys who are really good dancers,
almost as good as I am.  When you're with me they seem afraid to ask for a
dance.  Maybe they'll think you'll rough them up and so they avoid me.
	"Oh, Hal, I don't mean that you're a bad dancer.  It's just that
someone as athletic as you are, so well coordinated would be expected to
dance really well.  I much prefer to be able to dance with boys who
are...up to my standards."
	"Sure, Carole.  I wouldn't want to cramp your style.  Go and enjoy
yourself.  Work the crowd to your heart's content."
	"Stop being such a jerk!  You're being unfair to me and you know
it."
	She looked genuinely hurt as she reached out to me and put her hand
in mine.  We comforted each other with a kiss.
	I wasn't sure whether Carole still wanted me to take her to the
dance at the youth center.  Then again, it didn't matter what Carole
wanted.  She called that date off and off it would remain.
	"Call me after dinner.  Maybe you can come over and we can listen
to records."
	"Sure thing," I replied and left the office.
	 Jo-Jo had disappeared.  I was feeling bad for the little mouse but
I sure wasn't ready to give up Carole.  At the same time I wondered if I
had better seize the initiative and dump Carole before she dumped me.
	I didn't have a destination in mind. Maybe go home, grab a sandwich
and then hang out at the ball field or just stay home and read.  Then I
heard footsteps scurrying down the hall behind me.
	She was following me down the hall, hurrying to catch up to me.
That's what I get for being nice. God, she was scrawny even for a high
school freshman.  I'm a senior so why do I want to be seen with this weird
new freshman girl?  Of course there a few freshman girls who are more than
just worth being seen with.  This kid was not one of them.  She was built
like she was still in seventh grade, maybe even sixth.  Still, she had
something that started me thinking every time I looked at her.
	Damn! What is it about this little mouse I find so cute?  I mean of
course she's cute but she's built like a little kid.  Why the hell do I
want to know more about her?
	"Hi, Hal.  I guess I owe you one for sticking up for me when those
jerks were trying to start something."
	"Forget about it, Jo-Jo.  It's not even worth mentioning."
	"It's just that sooner or later I always have to stick up for
myself.  Maybe sooner is better."
	I wasn't at all sure of what she was talking about.  A sense of
anger crept over me.  Who was I angry at?  Was it at Carole for being such
a controlling bitch?  Was it at Jo-Jo for forcing me to confront my
feelings about Carole's nastiness as well as the attractiveness?  Was it at
myself for not being able to break off with Carole?  All of the above?  All
I knew was that I wanted the conversation to keep going.  I tried to make
some small talk.
	"Want to take a walk around the building with me so I can show you
where things are.  Then maybe we can go across to the park and..."
	"Hal, that is just so sweet. The tour isn't necessary.  You see I
was supposed to start here years ago, as a freshman so I had orientation at
the end of eighth grade but we had to move away before I actually started.
My mom got sick and...well, she didn`t make it.  I had to go live with
relatives.  My aunt has a new job in town now so she's renting a house near
the park."
	"I'm sorry about your mom.  Must have been really tough for you."
	"Still is..."  She paused and shuddered as if to shake off hurt or
bitterness.
	After a respectful pause, I changed the subject.
	"What term are you going into?"
	"Seventh, I'm a senior."
	I almost dropped my teeth but I managed to recover in time to
respond.
	"That's swell.  Maybe we'll be in some classes together."
	Sure, like I thought before, maybe she's one of those real brains
who finish college at sixteen.  Even if she is a kid, her being a senior
might make it okay for us to hang around with each other or maybe even
date.  I continued trying to make small talk.
	"Say, is Jo-Jo short for Josephine?"
	"Hardly.  I've got one of those traditional Italian names that most
kids and almost all the teachers can't ever get right.
	"Hal, I know I may be butting in where I'm not wanted but I
couldn't help overhear what Carole said to you when she broke the date.
She can be a real stinker."
	"She sure can be.  She was pretty mean to you, too."
	"Hal, listen to me, please.  I've had an awful lot of dance
training.  I mean tons of classes in ballet and modern.  That's how we're
going to spite Carole.  Just give me a chance to explain.  Social dancing
is easy after all my training.  I know it's awkward but if you're willing
to spend some time with me at the house my aunt and I are renting I know I
can teach you to dance really well.  It'll take some hard work and practice
but I'd love to work with you.  It might be fun for...us."  She glanced
down at the floor before adding in a softer voice.  "I know it would be fun
for me."  Jo-Jo looked straight at me again and resumed in her previous
lively mode.  "If you show up at that dance and dance really well, I just
know it will annoy the stuffing out of Carole.  Would you like to try it?"
	"Like it?  I love it!  The way I've come to feel about Carole, I'll
do anything to burn her ass."
	"Neat!  You really do tell it like it is."
	 I blushed for having used coarse language with this peachy little
doll.  I was really tense as I waited for Jo-Jo to come down on me for
using foul language.  Carole sure as hell would have.
	"Hold my things for a sec."
	"Sure Jo-Jo."
	She handed me her note books and a small denim utility bag, kind of
like a purse. Jo-Jo knelt on one knee and retied her shoelace.  As she bent
over, the back of her tee rose above her waist to reveal a band of blue
cotton that was the waist band of cute but very practical panties.  A surge
of excitement went through me.  I knew then and there that it was over with
Carole.
	On second thought I knew it wasn't quite over and never would be as
long as Carole and I would have to look at each other.  Carole would be
forever trying to make me uncomfortable.  That would be nothing compared to
the hard time she would give Jo-Jo.  Did I say "hard time"?  Knowing Carole
as I did, I was certain she would do everything she could to socially
annihilate Jo-Jo.  She'd probably also try to physically annihilate
Jo-Jo. That is if she thought she could get away with it without blemishing
her school record.
	Another thing I gleaned from knowing Carole as I did was this: As
bitchy as Carole could be there was usually a reason behind her moods.
Maybe her bitchy responses were out of proportion to the cause but there
was almost always some little thing behind her mood.  Was her attitude
toward Jo-Jo based on the petite kid's refusal to kow-tow to her or was
there something that happened before Jo-Jo transferred out of school back
in freshman year?
	"Can I offer you a ride home?"  I didn't even wait for an answer
from Jo-Jo but started running off at the mouth out of fear she would say
no.  "I mean we can get some pizza or something on the way.  We can go to a
deli if you like that better."
	"Hal, you're just such a nice guy.  I would like it very much if
you gave me a ride home.  But are you really sure you want to be seen
hanging out with me?  No food for me though.  I need to keep my weight
down.  Say, why not have lunch at my house?"
	"Thanks.  I'll take you up on the lunch offer.  Just tell me one
thing.  Why would I care if anyone sees us together?"
	"No real reason.  Just thought you might `cause I`m kind of
different."
	I took a deep breath before I spoke my mind.  "Maybe that's what I
like about you.
	"Can you wait a minute while I use the boys' room?"
	"Sure.  Won't be a bad idea if I go too."
	"Meet you out front in a couple of minutes," I said as I started to
open the door to the boys' room.  To my dismay, Jo-Jo walked in with me.  I
figured her for being pretty gutsy but using the boys' toilet even though
the school was almost empty took balls.  I figured I could keep watch for
her while she used a stall.
	Jo-Jo put her notebooks on a sink, walked over to a urinal opened
the waist and fly of her jeans.  I gaped in her direction as she pulled
down the waist band of her panties and apparently proceeded to pee into the
urinal. My heart began to pound as I fought the urge to puke.  Now I
understood why Carole referred to this cute being as 'it'.  What struck me
most of all was the urge to puke came not from the realization that I had
deluded myself into seeing Jo-Jo as a delightfully appealing girl but
waking up to the fact she was a boy did nothing to lessen the appeal she
held for me!  I looked at her and smiled sheepishly.
	"Well, now you know.  I didn't want you to drive me home still
thinking I'm a girl.  Anyhow, thanks for being so nice...Aren't you going
to hit me?  That's what usually happens about now."
	"Come on, Jo-Jo.  I'm not like one of those goons who would do
that.  Look, I still want to drive you home and if that lunch offer still
holds, I want to take you up on that too. Okay?"
	"Better than okay!  That's just so swank."
	"And I still want those dance lessons."
	Our hands brushed together as we squeezed through the bathroom door
at the same time.  I fought the urge to take Jo-Jo's hand in mine.
	We turned the corner toward the stairs and came face to face with
Miss Carver, a school psychologist who, among other duties, supervised
special guidance situations.
	"Good morning, Miss Cadore (Kah/doray)."  Miss Carver was unusually
friendly.  I hadn't the vaguest idea of who she was speaking to so I looked
back to see who was behind us.  No one.  That meant she had to be speaking
to Jo-Jo.  And being Miss Cadore meant Jo-Jo was definitely not a boy.
	Jo-Jo nudged me gently and made a shushing noise.  It was all I
could do to keep from laughing nervously.  This adorable little imp has the
guts to follow me into the boys' room, opens her jeans, seems to lower her
panties and pretends to pee standing up.  I ignored the fact that I had
just been turned on at the idea of flirting with a boy who could pass for a
girl.  It was both a relief and a disappointment to hear Jo-Jo addressed as
Miss by a mid-forties administrator who couldn't possible be in on any
pranks.
	"Hello, Miss Carver.  I want to thank you for making my way back
into the school easier than it might be otherwise."
	"Not all.  I'm sure your program will work quite well.  It's really
quite a treat to welcome a student like you, one with...your special gifts.
	"Hal, it is really so good to see one of our more sought after boys
finding time to spend with someone as special as Jo-Jo.  This isn`t idle
flattery, Hal.  I think you know me well enough to understand that."
	"Yes, Miss Carver."
	As soon as we were clear of Miss Carver and safely on the stairs, I
took Jo-Jo's hand in mine.  That was the cue for us both to run giddily
down the stairs and out of the building.
	"Jo-Jo, you're a peach.  You really must have something great going
for you to make Miss Carver praise you like that.  I gotta tell you though;
you really took me in with that stunt in the bathroom.  I actually believed
you were peeing like a boy."
	As Jo-Jo looked up at me her face became impassively serious.  "But
that didn't scare you off, make you want to run away from me?"
	"No.  I kind of surprised myself but it didn't seem to make any
difference to how I felt about being with you, near you. Oh, you know what
I mean."
	By now we had gotten to where I parked my car.  I unlocked the
passenger door and held it open for Jo-Jo.  She smiled.  "Hal, you're so
considerate. I like to be treated like a lady. Makes me feels so good."
	I had hardly driven the car away from the curb when Jo-Jo turned
serious again.  "Hal, how do you know that was a `stunt' in the bathroom?
Maybe I really can pee like that."
	"Can't be.  No girl can pee standing up like that."
	"That may be true but what if I really am a boy?"  She stood with
her hands on her hips, her head tilted.
	"Then why would Miss Carver call you a girl when she was talking to
you just now?"
	"Forget Miss Carver for now.  Just suppose for now that I really am
a boy.  Then how would you feel about being around me, sitting close to
me?"
	"It wouldn't scare me away.  Maybe most guys and lots of girls
would think I should.  Maybe you think I'm nuts for saying this but for a
second when we were in the bathroom I really did think you might be a boy.
When you hear what I say next maybe you'll be the one who doesn't want to
be around me.  But for that minute or so when I thought you were a boy... I
was even more attracted to you."
	"That's so sweet of you feel that way...Maybe we better drop the
subject.  You do know you're blushing."
	She rested her hand on my thigh, a move that started getting me
hard.  It felt good but at the same time I wondered what would happen if I
had to meet any of her family with my cock at attention.  Still, it felt so
good that I wasn't about to push her hand away.
	In between giving me directions to her house and allowing her hand
to slip closer to my crotch every time the car turned, she kept up a piece
by piece conversation.
	"Hal, what you said a few minutes back about liking me more if I
were a boy.  That makes you so much more special than most boys...I mean
it's so great that you would be willing to give someone a chance to be a
friend even if that someone were really different, so different that other
kids would call them weird...Call them weird or worse things"
	"You mean like `it,' like Carole called you."
	 I felt Jo-Jo's hand go rigid as her body tensed.
	"Yes, like being called `it' by that awful Carole person."
	"I know Carole's faults as well as anyone but she's pretty much the
big man on campus around here so you'll have to give her some credit if you
want to survive socially."
	"Maybe we better end this conversation if we're going to keep
talking about Carole."  She pulled her hand from my lap and clasped her
hands on her knee.  "And just let me say this.  My aunt wanted to put me in
a private school for girls.  I wanted to try an ordinary high school with
regular kids. If I have to defer to Carole's whims I would be more than
happy to go along with my aunt's offer of private school.  Conversation
closed."
	She had me.  I sure as hell didn't want her to go to any private
school where I would never see her again but I also didn't want to take on
Carole and lose any chance of getting back with her if Jo-Jo decided to
leave school later in the year.
	I had suddenly seen a side of Jo-Jo I hadn't anticipated.  The way
she cut off any discussion of things in school it was clear that she could
be at least as narrow minded and as bitchy as Carole.  Maybe I had better
get things right with Carole as soon as I could.
 	Jo-Jo directed me to a neighborhood that wasn't zoned for our high
school. I wondered what connections her aunt had used to get Jo-Jo accepted
into a school she wasn't zoned for.  On second thought, why would anyone
want to take pains to go to that high school?  Maybe there was some
connection between Jo-Jo's aunt and Miss Carver that would have made Miss
Carver go out of her way to look after Jo-Jo.  That still didn't answer the
`why' question.
	The house was an impressive and well maintained Victorian mansion
set on a knoll.  I drove through the iron gates and up to the front
entrance.  Jo-Jo directed me around back.
	"More private," she added.  "Coming in?"
	"No but thanks anyway."
	"Please. A quick lunch.  Stay for my sake.  I feel so guilty for
having been cross with you when you didn't deserve it."
	"Maybe another time, okay?"
	"Well then let me thank you for the ride."
	Jo-Jo kissed me and turned to face me as she did.  Now she was on
her knees straddling me as she undid my belt and the top button of my
pants.  She slid her hand under my pants but over my briefs.  My cock was
throbbing in an instant as massaged me through my briefs.  I was startled
when, without warning, she squeezed my nuts in her hand.  She worked her
hand under my briefs and tickled the rim of my cockhead.  A few strokes and
I came.  She smiled triumphantly, sardonically, and condescendingly in one
smile.  I was intimidated and turned on.
	"No you have to come in even if it's just to clean yourself up."
	She led me up to her room where I was all but ordered to use her
shower in her attached bathroom.  I came back into the room wearing a
yellow terry cloth robe to hear the hall door close. My jeans were folded
on a chair with my shirt hanging over the back.  Shoes and socks were
neatly placed in front of the chair but my underpants were gone.  Jo-Jo had
changed to shorts, very short shorts. Her crew socks and saddle shoes had
been replaced by light sneakers.
	"I had Alexis get rid of those scummy underpants of yours.  Oh,
don't look so confused.  You can borrow these."  She held out a pair of
white cotton panty briefs.  But for the lack of a fly and the tiny picot
loops along the leg band they could have been a boy's pair.  Well, the
waist band was more than a little too narrow for a boy's underpants.  So
what?
	I was secretly thrilled at the idea of trying these on but I knew I
would have trouble at home if an unfamiliar pair of girl's panties turned
up in the hamper.  My growing urge to try on the panties was turning into
an irresistible need to wear them as Jo-Jo had suggested.  My cock began to
stiffen at the idea.  This was something not to be admitted to a kid I just
met a couple of hours before.
	"No. I just can't walk around in panties.  I'll feel so..."  I was
cut off in mid-sentence.
	"Really, Hal. Do you need some help getting into them?  I can help
you if you need to be helped."  It sounded like a challenge.
	"I don't need any help. I just don't want to wear them."
	"Sure you do," teased Jo-Jo.  "You're getting a hard-on just
thinking about it."
	She was right.  The robe had slipped open to expose my nearly fully
erect dick."
	"Come on, Hal.  Just put them on and finish dressing."
	"You sound like you're the one who would get a thrill if I wore
them.  Want me to wear them, then make me."
	She handed me the panties.  I was half ready to slip them on when
she drove her knee into my balls.  I fell to my knees clutching my sore
balls.  Jo-Jo pushed her foot against my ribs and shoved me onto my back.
In a few seconds she had the panties on me and I was dripping pre-cum.
	The ache in my balls was easing and I was able to breathe normally.
Jo-Jo was standing over me with her hands on her hips.  She put her foot on
my chest and flexed her biceps in a mocking triumphal pose.  I should have
been angry or humiliated or both but I was being more and more turned on by
this wild little sylph who was so easily demonstrating some very impressive
Amazon tendencies.
	By now my cock was almost painfully hard despite having milked dry
less than half an hour ago.  That condition brought a sly grin to Jo-Jo's
pretty face.
	"Oh, I guess you're feeling better.  But we can't have you
stretching my panties all out of shape with that ridiculous thing of
yours."
	She knelt down and spread my legs.  "Just relax," she said as she
stood between my knees.  She pushed off her sneakers and rested a foot on
my balls.  My sensations were heightened by the bizarreness of having been
so quickly floored by Jo-Jo's well placed knee to my balls and then being
put into her panties as I lay writhing at her feet.  I came quickly as she
rubbed her foot against my balls.
	"Oh, dear.  You've lost your hard-on but now we're back to dealing
with cum soaked undies."  She dropped to her knees and began to laugh.
"You're really being such a good sport.  It was just a joke about letting
you wear my panties.  I asked Alicia to wash and dry your underpants and
have them ready before you leave.  You'll be able to go home in your boy
underpants so don't worry...That is unless you`d rather wear my panties."
	Damn!  This girl must have been some kind of mind reader.  Did it
show on my face that I was disappointed at not getting to wear her panties
for the rest of the afternoon?
	"You know what, Hal?  If you wear your jeans with no underpants,
it'll be really uncomfortable.  And we can't have you walking around in my
robe with nothing under it, not when Alicia is around."
	She opened her dresser drawer and took a out a fresh pair of
panties.  I willingly took them from her and held them in front of me to
figure which way was front.  The panties were just so cute.  White cotton
with little tiny rosebuds printed on them and shiny leg bands.  I could
hardly wait to get them on. They felt great against me.  Even with my jeans
on I was still aware of the snug fit and soft feel of the panties against
my most intimate parts.
	Jo-Jo took my hand and led me down the back stairs to a breakfast
room overlooking a garden.  Alicia was nowhere to be seen but a platter of
sandwiches and salads along with a selection of soft drinks had been left
on the side board.
	"Jo-Jo, thanks for everything and I do mean everything."
	"I'm glad you enjoyed it.  I'm really sorry about sneaking that
kick to your balls.  Would have been more fun to take you in a fair fight."
	I felt myself growing warm and knew I was blushing.  I was startled
to realize I was being turned on at the thought of being taken by Jo-Jo in
a fight.  Jo-Jo had to know that I was turned on unless she was blind to
the swelling in my jeans.
	"Jo-Jo, can I ask you a favor?"
	"You can ask and I'll probably say yes if I can."
	"I have to get home," I lied.  "Can I just keep your panties on and
get my underpants from you when I come over for that dance lesson?"
	"Well, your underpants are dry by now but you can just take them
with you rather than change here.  And you don't have to worry about
getting my panties back to me.  Just hang on to them.
	"And Hal, thanks for a great afternoon."
	The kiss was sensational!  Her hand slipped to my crotch and slowly
caressed my balls which were still sore from the kick she had given me.
The ache reminded how easily this petite Amazon had physically and
emotionally overwhelmed me.  This little doll was the only girl who ever
turned me on other than Carole even with her teasing and pretending she was
a boy.  That should have turned me off and so should her kicking my balls
and then tricking me into wearing her panties.  No, that's not right.  I
was ready to go along with that.  Here I was about to go home wearing her
panties, panties which even at a distance couldn't be seen as anything but
what they were, and I was thrilled and happy to be wearing them.
	I could hardly wait to jerk off while wearing them before I fell
asleep that night.
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	"Hi Carole.  It's me."
	 "Oh, Jo-Jo.  Neat.  How did it go?"
	"Better than we thought it could.  He's just so perfect for what we
have in mind."
	"I just knew it.  I mean what boy could be so interested in me and
not be?"
	"Thanks for setting this up.  If he can move as well as you think,
we've really got something. He looked so yummy when he put on rosebud print
panties."
	"Hey, come on. I saw him first. Besides, I really like him so much
that deep down I hope he might really be my lover someday.  You know what?
It doesn't matter if we can, well, convert him."
	"Carole, you're talking like a real chump.  So what if you like
this boy?  You know where our kind stands with men.  Don't go soft on me.
	"I just have to tell you that when I went into the boys' room with
him I took a leak standing up!  Confused him no end.  He thought I was a
boy until Miss Carver saw us in the hall and called me Miss Cadore.  He
admitted that thinking I was a boy turned him on.  When we were outside my
house I jerked him off and made him change into panties and then I made him
cum again after I kneed his nuts.  I'm really going to enjoy seeing him
become one of us even if it`ll only be for a short time. Think of what you
and I can do with him as a girl."
	"Jo-Jo, stop being so greedy.  You made your point.  Okay, so the
kind of boy or man who is attracted to our kind f girl without knowing why,
without knowing what we have to offer that natural born girl's don't
have...You've proved that Hal can become one of us.  But I still want him
as he is.  Okay, so maybe he's sexier in panties but even then he's still a
boy.  But you want him as your trans-girl lover.  I thought you might have
changed while you were away.  But no!  You still have to get everything
that anyone else needs just so you can prove you can do it.  Why don't you
just grow up?  Don`t ever speak to me again, you selfish self-centered
bitch."
	Carole hung up the phone.  She pictured Hal in panties.
	God! That must be sexy beyond belief.  I can taste his cock in my
mouth already.  That will be so yummy especially when he puts his lips on
me.  Why have I always pushed him away when I wanted to eat him, taste his
cum?  Why do I always wear my heaviest panty girdles when we're going to
make out?  Shit, I was right all along. He won't care when he finds out
what I'm really like.  He'll just love me better for what I am.  If anyone
can understand me and accept me it'll be Hal.  Damn it all.  We're becoming
intimate tonight if it's that last thing I do.  Shit!  What happens if
Jo-Jo really does want him for herself?  Better if I can keep her as a
friend so at least I'll know what she's up to.  I better call and her make
nice."
	Carole picked up the phone and dialed Jo-Jo.  "Answer you little
stinker.  We both know perfectly well that you couldn't possible be on the
phone with a boy.  And I'm the only real friend you ever had."  She spoke
out loud although there was no one to hear her.
	The she called Hal.
	"Hi Hal.  It's me.  I'm really sorry I was such a revolting jerk in
school today but you know...We girls have some rough days every months."
	"Hi Carole.  I'm glad you called.  Can I still come over and listen
to records with you?"  He was pleased to try to get back to normal teen
petting after what he had been put through by Jo-Jo earlier in the day.
	"I would love you to."
	"Just let me shower and change."
	"Why waste time?  Just come as you are."  Carole was let down at
not having Hal visit her in the panties Jo-Jo had gotten him to wear.
	"Are you sure?"  Hal reasoned it wouldn't matter because Carole
would never ever let him fully open his pants with her, let alone take them
down.  He was certain tonight would be no different.
	"Of course I'm sure."  Carole's heart was pounding at the thought
of making out with Hal while he wore panties.
	"Okay, I'll be over as soon as I finish supper and brush my
teeth. See you in half an hour or so."
	Carole resisted the urge to say "Come equipped" or words to that
effect.  She was still trying hard to be a lady.
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	Carole went to the living room and told her mother Hal would be
over.  She also gave her a very well edited version of Hal's experience
with Jo-Jo in school and afterwards.
	"Sweetie, I'm really ever so happy for you.  From what you tell me,
Hal will almost certainly be able to accept you as you are.  Finding a
lover for you was my greatest concern after the accident.  With your father
dead I had no one to talk with about what to do.  The accident damaged one
of your testicles so we were uncertain whether it would be functional.
Since you were always so much more interested in girl things than most boys
are, I wondered if you might become even more like a girl because of your
non-functional testicle.  I chose to have you on a course of herbal
supplements to make you even more like a girl.  There was no need for that
ridiculous surgery.  I knew you'd be so much fascinating to men without it;
without the surgery but with your penis. Why be like every other girl and
every other woman when you can be part of a unique and elite group of very
special girls that can offer so much more and so gain so much more?
	"At first you didn't want to spend all the that time learning
combat sports but you quickly understood that if a boy or a man tired to
force himself on you it would be necessary for you to destroy him lest he
discover you're secret before you were ready to reveal it.  You even came
to enjoy defeating boys and even the occasional grown man.
	"And you've grown into a beautiful and graceful young woman who has
something extra to offer the right lovers.  No, not simply something but
that special something and so much more.
	"It was fortunate that we found Jo-Jo and her aunt.  They've been
such a support. And Miss Cadore, the aunt that is, has found places for so
many special girls that I'm just certain that she'll do that for you and
even give you a job working directly out of her office.  No doubt she'll
even find you a man who will keep you in high style.  And from what you
say, Hal learn may fit into your plans as well.
	"You're going to have a good life."
	"Thank you, Mommy.  I'm already having a good life.  I'm not scared
of what lies ahead of me now; maybe just a little bit scared.  I just know
it will work out.  And I have tasted the power I can exert over boys and
even girls and it is such a delicious taste."
 	Carole looked at Mommy with a serious facial expression but for a
half smile that disturbed and puzzled Mommy.  Mommy would have been even
more disturbed had she been able to listen in on what her unusual daughter
was thinking.
	Mommy, when you talk about plans, you're really talking about your
own plans.  Oh, I'm going to profit from my special attractions but it will
be on my terms.  And that will not be by being a kept woman.  And I'll tell
you something else, Mommy.  I don't have good feelings about Jo-Jo being in
school with me and I sure as hell don't need her aunt.  She's a little more
than a glorified madam.  She did so well in England using girls like me to
get rich that she thinks she can branch out here.  Well, fuck her where she
breathes!  And, Mommy, you're being taken in by her.  I am not.

	Carole went up to her room and stripped nude in preparation for
Hal`s visit.  Ice blue nylon panties, briefs with no decoration.  Matching
bra with just a little padding.  The hormones she had been on for ever so
long had given small but beautifully shaped breasts.  Lots of naturally
born girls wished they could fill a lightly padded B cup as well as she
did.  No panty girdle. An open bottom girdle would hold up her stockings
while allowing Hal access to her cock.  She smiled pleasantly as she
wondered if she hadn't really chosen the open bottom girdle to allow her
dick freedom to...she wasn't sure what such freedom might lead to.
	Tonight might not be a good time to find out just how much Hal is
willing to take to satisfy my needs.  If I just have some patience I'm sure
he'll learn to do whatever I need to him to do.
	As Carole reflected, her warm and pretty smile turned into a
scornful sneer.  She looked less pretty but no less beautiful.
	She adjusted her breasts in the cups of her bra.  Any girl, any
woman would have envied the assured composure with which this young
transsexual prepared to receive the boy she wanted to become her lover.
	Carole sat on the edge of her bed as she rolled her stocking before
sliding it over her foot.  She slipped the diaphanous tan nylon over her
smooth legs and fastened the welting to the garter tab of her sleekly
fitting girdle.  Ditto with the second stocking.  Slipping on a pair of
modest heels she then studied herself in the mirror.  Again, a wry smile.
	Poor Hal.  Darling baby doesn't know what he's up against.
	A loosely fitted half slip, just enough to give the skirt of her
short sleeved yellow shirtwaist dress some shape.  The loose fit would
conceal her curves but allow enough of her superb shape to show through as
she moved.
	With her dress on, she twirled in front of her full length mirror.
	Just right.  He can see the tops of my stockings but no higher.
We'll save that for later.
	Carole brushed her hair, clipped it back from her ears with a pair
of barrettes and then put on her watch.  A profusion of enameled bangle
bracelets adorned her other wrist.  A small locket on a gold chain called
attention to the undone top buttons of the shirtwaist.
	A glance at her watch told her Hal was late.
	Shit!  I'll bet he showered.  That's fine except he won't be
wearing panties.  He'll owe me for that one.  And I'll make him pay...with
interest.  And unless I miss my guest he'll enjoy every minute of it.
	Carole opened her dresser drawer, took out three or four different
style panties.  All were silk or nylon, some with a touch of lace at the
leg openings.  She spread them out on the edge of her bed.  Then three
bras.  A garter belt.  A long leg panty girdle.  She studied the display of
intimate finery laid out on her bed.  They seemed to be lying about because
she had neglected to put them away but this exhibition would certainly draw
Hal's eye and arouse desires; the desire to see their owner model them and
make love to her even as she wore them, and the desire to wear them
himself.
	That'll give him something to think about.  When I'm done with him
he'll beg to be allowed to wear things like these.
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	 Hal came out of the bathroom and walked down the hall.  Roni, his
younger sister, was out with her friends.  She was a year younger than Hal
but, although no brighter than Hal, she had won a scholarship to a girls'
boarding school where she was in an accelerated program and finished high
school a year before Hal was to finish.  Hal saw that as a kind of role
reversal.  Roni wasn't ready to commit to a college just yet so she was
taking a year to get her bearings while working as a secretary in the city.
	Glancing into her room, his eye was captivated by the neat piles of
clean laundry on her dresser.  He squeezed through her door which was left
ajar.  He didn't dare leave any trace of having been in her room, not with
what he had in mind.  A moment later he left her room as furtively as he
had entered.  Only now a pair of white cotton panties was in the pocket of
his bathrobe.
	Damn.  Why do these feel so right?  It's like an addiction.  I can
see that before long I'll want to wear these things all the time.  Could
get me in trouble.  For now no one will know that I'm wearing panties.
Panties. God, it feels so good just saying that word.  Better make sure my
shirt stays tucked in or someone might see the top of these.  So what if
they do?  Just plain white cotton.  Not that different from a boy's briefs.
Who am I kidding?  Sure they look different.  Like I said, no one will know
but me.
	Hal dressed in tan chino pants and a sport shirt.  He wasn't sure
why but he didn't want to come across as coarse when he visited Carole.
Looking through the top drawer of his dresser, he found the gold
identification bracelet his grandmother had given him when he graduated
form eighth grade.  With its delicate links he had come to think of it as
too girlish for a guy in high school. Now, as he put in on for the first
time since fall of freshman year, he wished the links were lighter, more
delicate, less crude.
	Funny how I never liked this thing 'cause it was too much like a
girls' bracelet.  Now I wish it wasn't as hard guy looking.  What's
happening to me?  I'm wearing panties and I'm wishing my ID bracelet was
more like a girl thing.  I know I should be getting scared, worrying about
going queer but it feels kind of nice.
	He took the leather penny loafers from his closet.  Like his ID
bracelet, they too were not manly enough for him to wear except on holidays
and to family gatherings.  Then he reached for a pair of socks but threw
them back in the drawer.  He had noticed that girls often wear penny
loafers without socks.
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	"You're later than you said you'd be."
	"Sorry, Carole.  I know I should have called but I really didn't
want to come over here looking like a greaser."
	"That was thoughtful and I do appreciate it but it would have been
nicer if you called.  You look really nice.  I guess it was worth the wait
to see you look so...so sweet."
	She kissed him on the lips; not a deep open mouthed French kiss but
her moist lips were parted and their touch was arousing.  Carole took his
hand as she let her lips linger on his.
	"Oh, I love your bracelet.  So much nicer than those heavy things
that most boys wear.  Why don't we go up to my room?"

	Hal tried to avert his eyes from the sedate underthings; intimates
made all the more enthralling for their demureness.  Had Carole
deliberately left them in left them on the bed?  He wasn't sure if he was
trying to be tactful in order to avoid embarrassing Carole or whether he
was trying to avoid letting Carole see how much he was captivated by female
intimates, or that he more turned on by these bits of nylon, lace and
elastic than he was by the girls who wore them.  He felt so much better
wearing his sister's plain cotton panties than he had ever felt wearing
boys' underpants.  That was enough to make him wonder how much better those
pretty nylon panties would feel against his body.  How would the bras feel?
Stockings?  Would they look as sleek on his legs as on a girl's?
	A frown of disappointment as his excitement gave way to the thought
that he would never know the sensations that he could now admit he longed
for.  Is heart pounded as he acknowledged there was nothing and nobody who
could prevent him from doing so.  The thought that once he started, he
might not ever be able to stop, that he might never wear boy clothes
again. Carole stood watching his face with occasional glances at his
chinos.  She smiled inwardly as she read the confusion and conflict in his
eyes.
	"Oh, dear," in almost a whisper.  "I've left some of my things out.
I love these.  Can`t wear some of these with just any dress or slacks.  The
lines would show.  That can be flirty but it really is so vulgarly common.
A true lady always wears the proper foundations."
	Carole reached for something on her vanity table and knocked her
hair brush to the floor.  Hal knelt to get it for her.  It took just a
second for Carole to see what was undoubtedly the outline of panties under
his chinos.  The curved seam of the gusset created a line unique to panties
left no room for doubt that Hal was wearing panties.  Carole took a deep
breath as she envisioned Hal's slim body nude but for panties.  She stepped
close enough for him to see under her skirt and then pivoted to allow him a
brief but unfettered glimpse of her thighs and stocking tops as she moved
to her dresser.  She smiled at his obvious discomfort.
	"Hal, darling, be a love and pass me those stockings and that
garter belt."
	He complied with quivering hands at being able to handle these bits
of gossamer nylon along with the elastic and hooks of the garter belt.
	"Hal!  Whatever are you daydreaming about?"  As if she didn't know.
"The bras, please...I just love the way these look on me.  And see, they
have almost no padding ... Not nearly like what your new playmate Jo-Jo
needs."
	The poor boy was now desperate to handle Carole's panties if only
for a few seconds but still, he had enough of his independence left to
defend his attraction to the petite little girl who had so unexpectedly
diverted his attention from Carole.
	"Come on, Carole.  We were supposed to have a nice night listening
to records.  Why bring up Jo-Jo when it's just us here alone?  What has she
ever done to you that you're making so much out of her?"
	Carole hadn't expected this vehement defense of Jo-Jo. She was
beginning to see Jo-Jo not as a clandestine ally but as a real competitor
for Hal.  She put her hand on Hal's face and caressed his cheek.
	"And why do you see the need to defend her?"
	Her and slipped to the front of Hal's chinos and lightly grasped
his balls.
	"It really wouldn't be smart to play tough guy with me."
	By now she had backed Hal against the dresser. She pushed her leg
between his thighs and slowly raised her knee to his balls.  She moved too
slowly to inflict pain but her move made it clear that she would be more
than willing to do whatever she had to do to control Hal.
	"Don't give me a reason to give you the spanking you deserve," was
his response as she stepped away from him.
	Carole, arms akimbo, looked at Hal with a perplexed smile.  "I
guess you want to spank me right on my panties.  She flipped her skirt and
her slip over her rear and turned her back to Hal.  "Care to play rough?"
she teased looking at him over her shoulder.
	The boy grabbed at her wrist with playful intent.  Carole deftly
caught his arm and with a sweep of her leg took his feet out from under
him.  Before Hal could get to his feet Carole was kneeling over him with is
wrist still in her hand.  He winced as she applied a pressure.
	"Still want to spank my bottom?  Of course you do, but do you still
think you can?" Shifting her position as she spoke, Carole brought her
pantied crotch within inches of Hal's face.  "Oooh! You must like this
because you're growing," she said as she squeezed his stiffening cock
between her fingers.  "And growing so hard."
	She let him up as if nothing had happened and refolded the panties
that still lay on her bed..  "These always feel so good but they're even
nicer after they've been worn and washed a few times.  See."  She handed a
pair to Hal.
	"Let's say you really did spank me so hard that my tush hurt. Would
you kiss it better?"
	"I guess so, if you wanted me to."
	She put her arms around Hal and kissed him deeply.  She moved away
from just enough to be able to undo his belt.  A moment later Hal stood
clad only in his shirt and the panties he had taken from his sister's room.
	And I thought he wouldn't be wearing panties if he showered and
changed.  I don't know whose these are. His sister's maybe or his mother's.
I don't care whose they are.  I am so turned on!
	Hal stood dumbfounded as Carol unbuttoned her dress, let it fall to
her ankles as she eased her slip down.  The boy's cock was harder than ever
as Carole stood before him in heels hose, girdle and bra. He was still
oblivious to the fact that Carole was not a genetic girl.
	"You are so sexy in those panties."  She ran her fingers over his
hard-on through the flimsy cotton of the panties.  He fell back onto the
bed as Carole pulled his panty crotch aside and freed his cock.
	Kneeling beside him she wrapped her fingers around the base of his
cock as her tongue darted forward to take the bead of precum from the tip.
Her fingers flexed and relaxed around his shaft as she took his cockhead in
her mouth.  Moving her head slowly up am and down, she brought him to a
screaming climax in a matter of minutes.
	He was still moaning and panting as she slapped his balls.
	"Hallie, honey."  A shiver of delight went through him a she heard
her call him by the feminized version of his name.  "Take off those little
girl panties and try on some of big girl things.  It would make me very
happy.  Wouldn't it make you happy?"
	Hal nodded and moved his face closer to Carole's.  As they kissed,
Carole grasped his balls in her hand and applied just enough pressure to
titillate while reminding him that she was in control.
	"Well, then if you're a good little boy...No, make that a good
little girl, you may be allowed to wear grownup girl things.  And if you
learn well you might even get to wear them all the time."
	Again they kissed.  Hal pushed Carole's hand from his balls as he
tried to push his own hand between her thighs.  A bolt of pain overwhelmed
Hal as Carole pulled his arm upward while pressing down on his
shoulder. She had somehow locked his elbow joint.  He sank to his knees in
a hopeless attempt to ease the pressure this beautiful girl was inflicting
on him.  There was no escape from the control of this tantalizingly cruel
teenager.
	He fell to the floor as Carole released his arm.  It was as if she
had wrenched loose all the muscles holding his arm to his shoulder.  A
shiver of fear tinged with erotic expectation ran through him as he
realized Carole had rendered him defenseless.  She smiled down at his panty
clad body.  This heightening of the bizarre eroticism of the situation was
causing his dick to spontaneously twitch.  They were both aware of his very
intense hard-on.
	Carole sat languidly on the edge of the bed, extended her leg,
unsnapped the clasps of her garters and rolled her stocking down her leg.
She pulled both stockings to their full length before pushing Hal face down
to the floor.  She used a stocking to tie his hands behind his back.
	She stood, turned her back to him and wiggled out of her girdle.
His eye widened in joyous disbelief as she pulled her panty crotch aside to
expose her erect dick.
	Hal needed no urging to know what was expected of him.  He kissed
the tip of Carole's dick.  Carole again sat as Hal took her cockhead into
his mouth.  Breathlessly he begged "Untie me, please.  It's so I can do
more things to you.  I swear nothing will happen that you don't want to
happen."
	Carole untied his hands.
	"Take off those little girl panties...Now, you may put these on."
	Hal was barely able to struggle into the stretchy nylon of the
panties Carole had selected for him.  The pale pink nylon was ever so
girlish as it caressed his bottom, pressed against his maleness, a maleness
which had taken so much physical and emotional abuse since the morning.
But the emotional assaults weren't abuse at all, they had freed him to
acknowledge what had for too long lain buried in the corners of his dreams;
he wanted to dress as a girl, to control boys and men with his beauty.  The
thought of doing so on his own filled him with guilt and humiliation but
Jo-Jo and Carole had unwittingly combined to free him to become what he
wished.
	Carole turned him to face her full length mirror. He understood now
how Narcissus could have fallen in love with his own reflection.  Now his
back was toward the mirror as he glanced over his shoulder to admire his
own panty covered tush.
	He felt Carole's arms over his shoulders as she drew his body
against hers. Her hands caressed his silken bottom causing him to whimper
with delight at this unfamiliar pleasure.  Carole's finger tips gripped the
firm flesh of his bottom as she kneaded harder and harder. Hal's shriek
subsided into a soft moan as Carole's fingernails sunk into him.
	Her hands were on his shoulders as she pushed him to his knees.
Carole sat on the edge of the bed and placed one foot on the edge leaving
the other on the floor.  Her very adequate prick was ever so incongruous
with the feminine beauty of her sculpted body and her perfect breasts made
even more perfect by her bra.
	Hal took her balls gently in his hand as he ran his tongue along
the base of Carole's shaft.  Then it was her turn to whimper as Hal's
tongue swirled around the rim.  His fingers wrapped around the base of her
shaft as he took the head in his mouth and nibbled lightly.  He sucked
gently as he fought to overcome his gag reflex as more and more of Carole's
hard shaft disappeared into his eager mouth.
	A crescendoing whimper arose from Carole as her body began to
quiver uncontrollably.  Hal kept Carole's cockhead in his mouth as his hand
began massaging her shaft.  Suddenly Carole screamed as her back arched.
She came as never before, pumping what seemed like gallons of cum into her
lover's eager and tireless mouth.
	"Hallie, that was just so wonderful...I do want you to take off
those panties.  There's no need to get anyone in your family wondering what
happened to those panties you, er, shall we say borrowed?"
	"Sure."
	Hal stood up, turned his back to Carole and wiggled the nylon
panties down over his hips.  Carole smiled at how unaware he was of his own
more feminine movement.  The scratches her nails had left on his bottom
amused her further.  Her smile broadened into a grin as Hal pulled the leg
bands of the white cotton panties over the edge of his bottom cheeks.  It
would only be a matter of time before he discovered the very girlish
technique of hooking one's thumbs under the leg bands and snapping panties
or swimsuit over one's tush. Perhaps he may even have the opportunity to do
that sexy bit of innocence in a leotard and tights; but only if he's a very
lucky girl.
	"Carole, that was pretty good for me too."
	"I really don't care if you enjoyed it or not. The object of this
game is for you to satisfy me."  Her matter of fact tone made her words
sting even more.
	Carole donned a velvet robe, very retro even in the fifties.  She
tied it so her legs would show as she walked.  She stood behind Hal,
wrapped her arms around his chest and drew her close so that her cock was
pressed against his bottom.  Her finger tips teased his nipples as she
tongued his ear
	"Hallie, sweetie, you're ever so talented.  I just know..."
	Her sentence was cut short by the phone.  "That's my line.  Mom
won't pick it up.  Just finish dressing while I get it.
	"Hi, this is Carole...Jo-Jo, that's not fair!  I thought I was
supposed to...You promised you would only...Look I can't talk.  Hal is
here.  Call you back in a jiffy."
	Hal was dismissed without further ado.
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	He lit a cigarette as he started his car. He knew he should feel
silly, foolish would be a better word, sitting there wearing his sister's
panties under his chinos.  Every second of the fantastic sexual adventures
of the day had been beyond thrilling.  He thought he would wake up from
this strange and wonderful dream.  What he had experienced seemed
impossible.  Sure, maybe Jo-Jo had pretended to take a leak standing up
like a boy but that was a joke she was playing on him.  That is if Jo-Jo
were real and not just something he dreamed up.  But she could be real.
	Carole being a boy living as a girl all the time had to be a dream.
He slid his hand under his belt and into his chinos.  The soft cotton of
his sister's panties was real, as real as the tenderness in his balls where
Jo-Jo had so adeptly kneed him.
	A few minutes later he was slowing down as he drove up to the large
house where Jo-Jo lived with her aunt.  The name on the gate read Di
Cadore, proof that at least she was real.
	It was all so weird.  The weirdest part was that he wanted more.
He aimed the car toward home.
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	"Hi Carole.  It's me.  What's up?"
	"So what went on with Hal?"
	Carole told Jo-Jo every thing that had transpired during Hal's
visit while resisting the temptation to embroider the details. She was
shocked at Jo-Jo's response.
	"Carole, drop him. I don't want you to screw this up..."
	"Look, Jo-Jo, I can read you like a book.  You just want him for
yourself.  Well even if I turn him loose he wouldn't go for you. What boy
wants to become the lover of a skinny, flat-chested girl like you?  You
know I can get any boy away from you no matter what."
	"Carole, get a hold of yourself and stop being a silly, vain bitch
long enough to hear what I have to tell you.  We're both wasting our time
looking for boys we can treat like part time girls so we can use them as
lovers.  Don't you understand that we had so much fun together that no boy
can get us off like we can get each other off?  And damn it all, Carole,
I'm in love with you."
	Carole began to cry.
	"Carole, honey, what's wrong?"
	"Nothing, you little dope.  I've been in love with you for God
knows how long and I've been afraid to tell you 'cause I was afraid you
might laugh at me."
	Carole hung up the phone and dried her tears.  It was an
uncomfortable feeling for her to realize that she might have fallen in love
with Jo-Jo.  The realization that the worldlier Jo-Jo could then manipulate
her as Carole herself had manipulated so many people in her small world.
	Shit!  I wouldn't be surprised if that little bitch is trying to
get between me and Hal just so that she can convince me to become one of
her aunt's prizes.  That stinker may be playing me for a chump just to
satisfy her won sadistic whims.  Well, we'll see about that.  Oh, gosh!
Maybe she's recruiting for her aunt's trade.
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	Hal parked at the top of the driveway carefully leaving enough room
for his mom to get her car into the garage.  Of course his sister could
have been using it.  She had turned eighteen a few weeks ago and had passed
her driver's license test on her first try.  Veronica had always been good
at a lot of things.  They were about the same size which was smallish for a
boy but just right for a girl.  When they were alone together each would
make witty remarks about being able to borrow each other's clothes.  "Too
bad we're not allowed to do that."  He always knew that at some level it
really was too bad, too bad for him.  What about Roni?  How far would she
be willing to go in moving their banter to reality?
	He walked into the house via the side door and walked quietly up
the three steps to the kitchen door.  No sounds.  Whoever was home was
upstairs, perhaps in bed reading or already asleep.  No, of course not.  It
was much too early.
	"That you, Hal?"
	Usually he would be happy to hear Roni's voice especially when he
was as agitated as he was right now.  He wondered if she had missed panties
he filched from the pile of clean laundry left on her bed.  Maybe not.  He
might feel a little sheepish trying to get some sympathy from her when he
was actually wearing that little bit of thin cotton that had enticed him to
go further than he ever had in violating his sister's privacy and her
possessions, possessions in which he could never share.  Perhaps he could.
But how?
	The strange events of the day left him feeling strange and empty
inside.  He had been subjected to cruel misuse at the hands of two
different girls. Carole, he now knew but still couldn't believe was not the
lovely teenage girl she appeared to be.  She had a dick and he had tasted
it!
	Jo-Jo, the almost unreal sprite, had left him wondering whether she
was a girl, a real girl like his sister, or one like Carole.  It was what
he had longed for most.  But could he ever risk that subjugation which so
thrilled him, so satisfied him without it becoming an overwhelming
addiction, an addiction that would leave with him with no place to fit in?
	Hal felt no guilt and that struck him as strangely satisfying.  He
realized there was no need to feel guilty when he was forced into these
escapades by Jo-Jo and later by Carole.
	"Yeah, it's me."
	"Hal, we really need to talk.  Now, before Mommy gets home."
	"Swell.  I think I know what it's about.  I'll be right there."
	Roni was sitting on the landing of the back stairs.  Her bottom
rested on the very edge as she sat knees together, feet spread apart.  Her
full skirt fell free to expose the back of her thighs and a tiny triangle
of shiny white panty where her bottom met her thighs.
	"It's about the panties, isn't it?"
	"Yes, Hal.  But really more than that.  Oh, I've known for a long
time that you've been going through my things but this is the first time
you've swiped something.  It's no big deal that you like girls'
underthings.  I think it makes you special but why couldn't you trust me
enough to just ask?
	"God, Hal.  Don't you know I would let you borrow what ever you
want to; even teach you how to wear those things the right way?  There's so
much fun we could have.
	"What did you do with those panties anyhow?"
	Hal smiled with relief knowing that Roni was anything but angry
with him.
	"Roni, can we go in your room?  I don't feel comfortable talking
here when Mommy might come home any second."
	"Only if you tell me what you did with my panties."
	"Better than that; I'll show you."
	"Okay, so show me."
	"First turn your back."
	Roni turned her back but watched in her vanity table mirror as Hal
slipped off his penny loafers, lowered his chinos and stepped out of them.
His bottom looked as cute as any girl's and, to Roni who preferred her
intimacy to be shared with girls, just as tempting.
	"Okay, turn around."  Hal smiled broadly as he let his shirt fall
to the floor as his sister turned to face him.
	"Hal, you are so sexy!  Close your eyes.  Keep them closed and
don't move.  Don't move," she repeated for emphasis.
	Roni took two or three lipsticks from her vanity, opened them and
held them near Hal's face.  She chose the best color for his complexion and
applied it lightly to his lips.
	"Roni, come on.  What if Mommy comes home?"
	"Just look at yourself in the mirror and then tell me it's not
worth getting caught by Mommy.  Besides the movie she went to won't let out
for another hour.
	"Roni, I just love the way I look but I'm scared..."
	Hal and Roni sat on the floor with their backs to the wall.  Roni
took Hal's hand in hers as she started to describe the day's events and the
contradictory and confusing emotions he felt.  She lay his head on her lap
as he cried softly.
	"Hal, sweet Hal.  It must be so hard for you.  I'm just so glad
that Mommy let me take the scholarship to Janus Academy.  I know I would
have murdered some of those shits in your high school if I went there.
	"First of all, you and I are going to start spending more time
together so I can get you on the right track.  Then I have a great scheme
for getting back at Carole and Jo-Jo.
	"Now tomorrow you and I are going shopping.  Just to pick up a few
basics to get you started.  I think we should start with pre-teen things so
you learn to wear girls' things in the same way a real girl would.
	"Maybe this weekend you can start dance classes...but as a girl.
Leotard and tights, the works.  And I think you should start coming to my
self-defense club with me when I'm home from school."
	"You really belong to a self-defense club?"
	"Try me and you'll find out the hard way."
	"But even if you belong to a club like that, why would I need it?"
	"First of all, you may be able to take care of yourself against
most boys but that's no big deal. Most boys don't understand how many girls
could beat them up if they wanted to, even with no special training.  And
if you're going to live like a girl, go out as a girl, you better be able
to fight off any boy.  And I do mean any boy. Think about what might happen
if most boys realized that they've been tricked into thinking someone they
really like isn't what they thought she was."

	They both giggled like a pair of twelve year old girls.
	"Now we've got to wipe off the lipstick before Mommy gets home."
	"Roni, thanks ever so much.  I wish I could think of some way to
show you how grateful I feel for your help."
	Roni sat on the edge of the bed and extended her leg straight up so
that her knee almost touched her own chin.  Hal was impressed by his
sister's supple grace and muscular limbs, a strength and poise earned by
years of long sessions in dance studios.  He was transfixed by her exposed
panty crotch pulling so tightly over her pussy that the contours of her
labia were cleared defined under the white nylon.
	She pointed to her pussy.  Hal knelt before her and kissed her
moistening crotch through her panties.  Roni reached down, put her hands on
his face and pulled his face to hers.  Her mouth was over his as he opened
his mouth to admit her probing tongue.  He quivered as she explored his
mouth.  Then she broke the kiss allowing him to collapse exhausted at her
knees.
	"We're going downtown tomorrow.  We've both waited too long."
	"Night, Roni.  And thanks for being my best friend."  He smiled
warmly, almost tearfully as she turned to leave her room.
	"Sleep well...Oh, here."  She jumped up from the bed, pulled open a
dresser drawer and handed Hal two pairs of pastel cotton panties; one blue,
one green. "You really should put on fresh panties before you go to bed."

	Hal woke up the next morning and stretched as he lay under the
covers.  He felt rested in the way one feels when waking from a strange and
not unpleasant series of dreams.  The sensation of one bare leg against the
other reminded him that he went to bed with no pajama bottoms.  Not wanting
to cover up the panties Roni had given him to wear, Hal wore only the
pajama top. No one will see them, he thought, but I still don't want to
hide them.
	He washed and started to dress by slipping the panties over his
hips.  Then a pause, a hesitation and he pulled the panties back up before
adjusting the leg bands to conceal his tush.  Jeans and tee followed by
light tennis sneakers without socks.  It was as femme as he dared to dress
with Mother still home.
	First one downstairs, he started the coffee.
	"Good morning, Mommy.  Do you want eggs for breakfast or pancakes?"
	"Well, good morning, Hal.  Aren't you the helpful little busy bee
today?  You haven't made breakfast since you were in seventh grade, before
you decided to become a real man as you put it...Sorry, Hal.  I didn`t mean
to tease.  Eggs will do nicely, thanks...  You somehow look different
today; more relaxed.  Makes you look almost radiant."
	Hal blushed as Roni walked into the kitchen dressed almost exactly
as he was.  She walked over to Hal and gave him a moist peck on his lips
before kissing Mommy's cheek.  The implications of that kiss did not go
unnoticed by Mommy who smiled knowingly.
	"Hi, Hal.  You're making breakfast!  Neat.  I`ll make some toast
and butter."  She gave Hal a kiss on the cheek, but very close to his ear.
	"I love it when my two girls..., er kids take care of me like
this."
	Twenty minutes later Hal and Roni were clearing the table to the
sound of Mommy's car pulling away.  They faced each other and kissed as
they had wanted from the moment Roni entered the kitchen.
	They stuffed the dishes into the dishwasher and raced upstairs.
	"Why waste hot water when we can shower together like when we were
really little kids?"
	Before Hal could answer Roni had him flat on his back and was
tugging his jeans down his legs.  He lay on his back and raised his legs
and slipped out of his shoes as Roni finally removed his jeans.
	A groan that was a mix of pleasure and pain escaped from the lips
of the blossoming trannie as the genetic girl playfully slapped his panty
clad balls.  Or was it playfully?
	"Hal, I'm scared.  Those panties look better on you than they do on
me!"  They burst into laughter.
	Roni all but jumped out of her jeans and pulled her tee over her
head before turning her back to Hal.  She stuck her tush toward him and
pulled her panties down far enough to reveal the cleft of her firm bottom.
Hal knelt behind her and kissed the base of her spine before kissing the
rose bud nestling between her cheeks.
	They were in the shower soaping each other repeatedly until Roni
slid behind Hal, put her arm around his waist and pulled him against her as
she ground her mons against his bottom.  Hal sighed as she slowly worked
her finger into his butt hole while rubbing his soapy prick with her other
hand.  Each time his ecstasy was about peak, Roni somehow delayed his
orgasm until she finally brought him to a climax.
	"That'll keep you from getting hard while we shop"
	"What kind of shopping are we doing that'll get me hard?"
	"You are too naïve sometimes.  If you can't figure it out, you'll
just have to wait and see."
	Even as they spoke, Hal leaned against the wall of the shower
temporarily exhausted from the powerful orgasm he had had just experienced
at the hands of his younger sister. Oh, Go.  That was so incredible.  Thank
you, thank you, Roni.  You've got to be the best little sister any guy
could ever have."
	"Now really!" As she stood behind him, she reached between his legs
and caught his balls in her hand and began to squeeze.  "Considering how
things are, don't you dare to call me `little' in any way, shape or form,
especially not `little sister.'  Hal, honey, our relationship is about to
change.  You're going to be the little sister and I'm going to be the big
sister, the big sister who is very much in charge.  And I promise you this;
you're going to learn to love very second of it."

	They were almost twins as they came out of the bathroom and dashed
down the hall to Roni's room.
	"Hal, honey, I want you to brush your hair...at least a hundred
strokes.  I've got a phone call or two to make.  Kind of secret right now
but I promise you`ll know what`s up very soon."
	She slipped into a pair of panties before taking a bra from her
drawer.  She was supple enough not to have to fasten the bra in front of
her and then turn it.  She simply slid the bra up over her arms, reached
behind her and hooked it shut.  Hal stared in fascination tinged with envy
as Roni bent forward and nestled her boobs into the cups of the bra.  A
plain white blouse was left open to show off her bra enhanced breasts as
well as her tummy.  The blouse was not so long that her panties would be
covered even she had bothered to button it.  As a matter of fact it was a
perfectly provocative length, just short enough to cover the waist band but
not so long as to conceal the style of her panties as they clung to the
contours of her exquisitely proportioned tush.
	She returned a few minutes later as Hal, wearing panties and a flat
knit girls' tank top Roni had picked out for him, sat brushing his hair.
He alternated between vigorous brushing of one side or the other and
tentative sweeps of the brush over the front of his now sleek and shiny
hair.  Roni smiled as she watched him experiment with different ways of
doing the front.
	"Honey, er, do you mind if I call you Honey as a kind of nickname?"
She didn't wait for him to answer since she knew he would love it and
besides, it wasn't Hal who was in charge of remaking himself.  "You know
you never really fit in that awful high school you've been going to.  You
remember when I won the scholarship how jealous you felt even though Janus
is a girls' school.  Mommy wished she could send you there too.  See, she
knew that it wasn't just for girls but also for boys who would be happier
being girls at least some of the time.  You being so turned on by the way
Carole and Jo-Jo treated you reminded me that when we were very little you
just loved playing dress up."
	"Of course I remember that.  I hated it when I had to stop because
of what people might think.  Mommy liked it because it made me so unlike
that brute father of ours."
	Hal, who was now more comfortable being called Honey than being
called Hal, was on the verge of tears.  Why was Roni even bothering to
remind him of those wonderfully happy times him when all it did was stir up
the long buried pain and frustration he felt being stuck as a boy?
	"Why are you even reminding me of this, Roni?  I don't understand.
It's like you're deliberately teasing me."
	"It isn't to tease you and it isn't to make you unhappy.  I just
wanted you to remember how good you felt when we played dressing up
together. Look, I said we're going shopping and we are.  You wanted to know
what about it that might get you hard so I`ll tell you.  In a way it's like
we're getting ready to play dressing up again but this is going to be
better and it may even be for keeps.
	"We`re going to shop for girl things, only they'll be for a girl
who's younger than you.  In order to feel like a girl and move like a girl
you've got to go through the same experiences that girl has before she hits
her teens.  And I'm going to take you, you Honey and not Hal, to dance
school with me and to self-defense and lots of other stuff.  Are you
interested in giving it a try?"
	"Interested?  This is going to be super swank!"
	"Good boy.  Now get into those panties and that undershirt."
	Honey was half hard as she stepped into the petticoat Roni held for
her.
	"That won't work.  Get into this for now but don't pull it all the
way on."  She handed him a mid-thigh panty girdle.
	Honey managed to get it on and was pushed back on the edge of the
bed.  Roni pulled the garment to his crotch but no further.  She lowered
his panties, uncovering his cock and balls.  Honey's cock became harder as
Roni pressed his balls into the cavities above his ball sac.  She then
forced his cock his legs as she pulled his panties into place.  Her hand
kept his balls and prick in position as Honey raised his hips and pulled
the panty girdle tight against his now concealed balls.
	The second attempt at donning the petti was no less exciting to
Honey than the first.  The difference was that the he couldn't get hard.
The petticoat was followed by a one piece cotton dress that was tailored
for a twelve year old girl.  Crew socks and saddle shoes were the only
adornment on his legs.  In those years twelve year old girls rarely wore
stockings and almost never during the day.
	"What about my legs.  They're not hairy like most boys but they
still have a tiny bit of fuzz."
	"All the more convincing, Honey.  Preteen girls don't shave their
legs and your's are about as hairy as most twelve year old girls.  The
sleeves of your dress will cover your underarm hair.  I'll teach you to
shave when we get home."
	A short time later Roni and an awkward but very pretty young girl
came out of the house.  Roni got behind the wheel of Hal's car with Honey
in the front passenger seat.
	As they turned the corner Roni slowed the car to wave to Carole.
Honey's smile and wave left Carole swearing she knew that kid form
somewhere but was certain she had never seen her before.
	I know that child but how could I?  Why am I even thinking about
her?  Here I am going to Jo-Jo's and this infant has me thinking about her
instead of what Jo-Jo and I are going to do to each other.  I must be sick
in the head thinking about how cute that one is.

	It was early afternoon when Roni and Honey walked into a tearoom on
a narrow side street near the downtown commercial district.  It was
frequented by women and older girls who had little need for men in their
personal affairs.  They didn't fit the then prevailing stereotype of the
butch dyke but were feminine, attractive women. Some even enjoyed a dick
now and again but only on their terms.  Others preferred that occasional
dick only if it were part of a male who functioned as an attractive,
feminine girl.
	All this was unknown to Honey as she glanced furtively around the
room.  She removed the harlequin sunglasses Roni insisted she buy at the
start of their shopping tour.  The fledgling trannie touched the end of the
sunglass frames to her tongue.  With no intention on her part, Honey caught
the eye of several mature and attractively sophisticated women in the room.
The hostess, an acquaintance of Roni's, greeted them with a kiss on Roni's
lips.
	"My little sister, Honey," she said by of introductions.
	As they were shown to their table, Honey felt several pair of eyes
follow across the room.  She particularly noticed one mid-thirtyish woman
whose scrutiny both thrilled and embarrassed her.  With perfect feminine
instinct, Honey tugged at the rear of her skirt to make sure it hadn't
ridden up.  The woman smiled at Honey's innocent modesty, a smile so
intriguing that the embarrassed boy/girl couldn't help but smile back.  The
woman draped her elbow over the back of her chair and crossed her legs
immodestly.  Honey blushed as the woman winked at her.
	"Want to meet her?" asked Roni supportively.
	"You know her?"
	"Yes, I do."
	"God, I feel so gawky, so stupid blushing a like a little girl."
	"Actually you're doing fine. Remember you are supposed to be a
little girl on a shopping spree with her big sister.
	"Ooh, there's your friend Carole!"  Roni waved at Carole.  "Don't
stare, but do you know that dazzling little doll with her?  I`ve seen her
around."
	"That's Jo-Jo, the one I told you about."

	Carole winced as Jo-Jo put her hand on hers and squeezed her wrist.
	"Jo-Jo, stop holding me so hard.  You're hurting me."
	"Exactly my intent.  Control yourself and stop staring like the
hungry slut you really are.  That kid with the girl who waved to you is
much too young for you to even think about.  And one more thing...Don't you
ever look at another girl when you're with me, let alone think the kind of
thoughts about her that you're thinking about that one.  God, she`s little
more than a baby.. That is sick."
	Carole fought back tears.  Whether her tears were from the physical
or emotional hurt Jo-Jo was inflicting on her, she couldn't tell.
	"I'm sorry.  Forgive me, please."  Tears ran down Carole's cheeks
as Jo-Jo called for the check.
	She's right.  I must be a pervert of some kind.  Why am I thinking
about someone who barely has hair on her pussy when I'm with the person I'm
dying to have sex with?  Jo-Jo's right. I must be sick.
	They took a cab to Jo-Jo's.  Carole was distraught at the
possibility of Jo-Jo breaking up with her before they had even been
intimate.  She dissolved into tears as she laid her head on Jo-Jo's lap.
	"You ingrate," steamed Jo-Jo when they were in her sitting room.
"I nagged my aunt to call Eve Carver to let me pretend to be a new girl so
I could test Hal for you and this is how you behave when we're out
together."
	"I'm sorry.  What more can I say?"  Carole's sense of loss was
turning into anger at Jo-Jo.  "It's not like I made a move or flirted..."
	"Just shut your mouth if all you're going to do is try to
rationalize your disloyal behavior."
	Carole suddenly sat bolt upright and slammed the heel of her hand
against Jo-Jo's shoulder.
	"Jo-Jo, you can just go to hell.  If you want to break up that's
fine with me especially if you're going to be so overbearing..."  Carole
was in a rage, a rage so out of control that she shoved Jo-Jo hard enough
to send her falling over a chair.  The smaller girl landed on her back with
her legs in the air.  A glimpse of petticoats and panties distracted Carole
for a second or two but that was long enough for Jo-Jo to catch her breath.
As Carole rushed at her, Jo-Jo swept her leg against Carole's feet and sent
the girl sprawling.  She sprang to her feet and laced her fingers into
Carole's hair.
	Realizing that Jo-Jo was the more skilful fighter, Carole again
begged.  "No, I didn't mean it!  No, not my face.  Don't hit my face."
	Jo-Jo pulled the blubbering Carole to her feet and hip-rolled her
to her back. A knee drop to Carole's solar plexus drove every bit of air
from her lungs and every bit of fight from her spirit.  Jo-Jo pushed
Carole's skirt to her waist and locked her hand over the trannie's ungaffed
balls.  To Carole's surprise, Jo-Jo bent forward and kissed her mouth.
Jo-Jo's hand released Carole's balls and enveloped her erect cock.
	Jo-Jo sat on the edge of a chair and pulled Carole across her
knees.  The spanking and the friction of her cock against Jo-Jo's thighs
brought Carole to an orgasm that was totally unlike any she had ever
experienced.
	Carole knelt submissively between Jo-Jo's spread knees.
	"I'm glad you reacted like you did.  You liked it, didn't you?"
	The emotionally devastated Carole looked up at Jo-Jo and nodded.
	"I was sure you would.  Good thing you liked it, though. We're not
going to break up at all.  Does that make you happy?"
	Carole nodded as before.
	"Good.  Now you can show me your appreciation."
	Carole leaned forward as Jo-Jo pulled her panty crotch aside.  She
took her lover's cockhead in her mouth as Jo-Jo.  In a moment Jo-Jo
reclined on the bed as Carole, like Honey did a few hours ago, fought to
overcome her own gag reflex as she attempted to swallow Jo-Jo's entire
shaft.
	It took a few attempts but Carole was able to deep-throat Jo-Jo who
writhed under Carole's ministrations.  She began to thrash as her cock
exploded into Carole's mouth.
	"One more thing," teased Jo-Jo when she recovered from her orgasm.
"Since you like the way that kid looked, I want you to start dressing like
that."
	Carole started to protest but Jo-Jo easily stared her down.  Carole
was in conflict; she wanted to go back to a gentler time in her life, a
time when she could have worn clothing like the clothing worn by the girl
who had been with Roni.  She wondered about the sort of underthings the
gangly preadolescent was wearing under her childish yet fetching clothing.
Carole would know how to project sexiness dressed like that, how to use the
apparent innocence to gain control over males and females. Her need for
independence and self-assertion fought against these urges not because she
thought them wrong or that they generated any feelings of guilt in her.  It
was simply that she refused to let Jo-Jo determine when and how she would
do anything.  Was that, she wondered, spiting herself more than defying
Jo-Jo?
	Carole stopped off at the five and ten on the way home and
purchased a package of white cotton panties in a style she hadn't worn
since she was in third grade, a style she thought she would never want to
wear again.  The panties were white cotton with tiny teddy bears printed on
them.
	Once home, Carole tried on the panties studying herself in the
mirror as she did so.
	This is super.  Just the look I want.  So what if my dick shows?
With loose little girl skirts no one'll ever notice.  Well, maybe a gaffe
would give me more peace of mind.  Yes! Short shorts.  This is going to be
so neat!
	She brushed her hair and tried baby bunches but settled for a pony
tail.
	That damned bitch Jo-Jo thinks she's hot shit playing at being
younger than she is.  I'll teach her.  Why did I ever let her trick me into
getting rid of Hal?
	She bit her lip as she fought back tears.  Then her face lit it up.
	"That kid with Roni!  Now I know why she looked so familiar.
That's Hal!  Just got to be.
	She dialed Hal's house and let the phone ring ten times. She
slammed down the phone.
	Not home. Figures. I wonder where he... he?  "He" isn't right for a
cutie like that.  I wonder where she was going with her sister.  Hopefully
not any place where Jo-Jo might be.  That might not be so bad.  It would me
a good excuse to teach Jo-Jo a lesson.
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	That evening Roni and Hal went into Roni's bedroom after dinner.
Hal sat on the floor as Roni brushed his hair.  They waited for Mommy to go
to her card game at a friend's house.  Roni's phone rang just as Mommy went
out the door.  Roni picked up the phone while Hal listened for the sound of
Mommy's car.  No sound of a car starting.  A car stopped. A few seconds
later the car door slammed and the car pulled away.
	"At least we might hear whoever picked her up drop her off. We
better listen carefully so she doesn't catch us."
	Roni nodded as she pursued her phone conversation.  Hal, who had
taken off his shirt and started to style his hair couldn't quite follow the
exchange.  He thought the caller was one of the women he had met at lunch
and that he somehow figured out what they were talking about.  By the time
Roni hung up the phone, Hal had transformed into Honey.  Admittedly it was
a very flat Honey but the side swept bangs and lipstick were on the face of
a beautiful young girl.
	Honey looked sheepishly at her sister with an eyebrow pencil poised
in his/her hand.
	"Go ahead, sweetie. Just go with your instinct."
	Honey turned back to the vanity table mirror.  When she again
turned to Roni, her eyes were wider and more intense. Roni clearly
approved.  That much Honey was able to see from her smile.  What Honey
couldn't tell was that Roni's panties were getting wet.
	Honey stood up and let her boy styled chinos fall to the floor to
reveal her pink nylon panties.  Roni stepped up to her and pressed against
the strange but striking apparition of Honey who was now neither boy nor
girl but more seductive than either sex.
	Roni felt Honey's cock pressing against her belly.  She sat on the
edge of her bed and parted her knees while pulling Honey close. Her tongue
flicked over the girl/boy's nipple before she pulled it into her mouth.
Honey trembled as unfamiliar thrills swept over her.  The girl/boy wanted
to continue the seduction but wanted as much to experience dressing as a
girl so that Roni could undress her as a lover would undress a real girl.
She put her hands on Roni's shoulders and stepped back.
	"Roni, I want so much for you to take me...I want to be
ravished..."
	"Honey, you're really too much."  She patted Honey's balls through
her panties.  "Let's get back to work."
	Honey started to wiggle out of her panties, poking her tush toward
Roni as she did.
	"Whoa," laughed Roni.  "What do you think you're doing?"
	"Aren't we supposed to start with a gaffe?"
	"My, oh my!  You learn quickly.  Not tonight, though.  I want fast
and easy access to your goodies.  Two reasons.  In case I get hungry for
your meat."
	"And what's the second reason?"
	"To keep you in line."  With that she squeezed Honey's balls hard
enough to make him cry out.
	"Do you know what that call was all about?" Roni asked as she
handed Honey a double A cup bra.
	"Just that it was one of those ladies from the restaurant and that
you were talking about me."
	"Right.  Just concentrate on getting that bra the way I showed you,
like a real girl would.  Then we can talk."
	Honey did the bra hooks in front of her and then turned it around
the so cups were in front.  Her cock was hardening as she put her arms
through the straps and slid the bra to her chest before pulling the straps
over her shoulders.  Roni smiled approvingly as Honey leaned forward to
nestle her all but non-existent boobs in the cups of the bra.  Still
leaning forward, the boy girl adjusted the straps.  She straightened up and
tugged the band into place as Roni stared at the slender and exquisite
early adolescent girl who, not half an hour, before had been her brother.
	"The call was from Linda Prescott.  She has need of an office girl
receptionist on Saturdays.  She asked if you might be interested."
	"Roni, I would simply love it but it would never work.  I can't
type or anything like that and how could I leave here to go to work as a
girl?"
	"Sweetie, I've been thinking about getting my own place and when I
do you could stay with me from Friday to Monday.  Go to school from my
place.  Actually, I've been more than just thinking about my own place.
Don't you dare breathe a word; not to Mommy, not to any other living soul.
You know I'll find out if you do and I'll make you very sorry."
	Hal swallowed hard.  He wondered just how Roni would make him 'very
sorry.'
	"I won't tell on you. I promise."
	"As for typing, Linda knows most boys don't type but she would like
you take a few secretarial studies classes in school.  Just in case things
work out and she wants you to stay on after graduation.  Even if it doesn't
work out long range it's still a fun way to earn pocket money for now. "
	"Might be awkward but who cares.  Besides being in classes with
mostly girls will give me a chance to pick up girl's ways of doing things.
By the way, what kind of work does Linda do that she needs a receptionist
on Saturdays?"
	"You'll see. I promise you it'll be interesting."
	"Just being a girl for the day is going to make it interesting."
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	Honey, in the guise of Hal, met Roni on her lunch break the next
day.  The emerging girl/boy was totally unselfconscious about going into a
women's specialty shop with his sister.  (For those of you who weren't
around in the fifties, women's or ladies' specialty shops were stores that
carried lines of lingerie, foundations, accessories and clothing.)  Hal
smiled confidently and nodded agreement as Roni held a blouse next to his
face to see if the color worked well with his complexion.
	Honey shivered imperceptibly as Roni asked to see several different
styles of panties, all variations on very demure yet seductive briefs. The
girl/boy was momentarily nonplussed as the handsome fortyish shop lady
directed herself to him rather than to Roni.
	"And the young lady's size?" she asked warmly.
	Honey was not all sure of how to answer and stood in awkward
silence until the sales lady prompted him with a direct question.
	"Is the young lady the same size as you?"
	Honey felt her face grow warm as she blushed.  As she nodded
slightly, a warm smile formed on her face, a face that was pretty despite
her being in boy character.
	"I understand perfectly.  The sales lady rested her hand on the
panties laid out on the counter.  "We can satisfy all your requirements now
that we understand your needs, Miss.  Perhaps we should adjourn to one of
our private salons."
	She looked at Roni who nodded approval.  She turned to leave.  Too
panicked to speak, Honey stared at her sister.
	"I had better stay."  She smiled at Honey and took the boy/girl's
hand in her own.  The reassuring squeeze from Roni made him/her aware of
how much more powerful Honey's little sister was.  Now that so many roles
were being reversed, Roni no longer had any compunctions about letting the
attractive teen who had so recently been her older brother know just how
forceful she was.
	 The sales lady excused herself for a moment.  Roni, still holding
Honey's hand, faced the boy/girl and ran her finger tips over her cheeks.
"Sweetie, I'm sure this must be terribly overwhelming but I just know this
is the best way to get you started on building a proper wardrobe for girl
you're going to be."
	"I know, Roni.  It's just that all my secret dreams and hopes that
I tried to hide are about to come true." A tear trickled down Honey's face.
	"Please follow me, ladies.  By the way, my name is Joanne
Rosenstein."  She led them through a door and into a softly lit corridor.
A young girl joined them as they started down the corridor.  It was her
eyes that smiled at Honey in a knowing, understanding way.  The girl wore a
gray a-line skirt over light stockings, shoes with a sensible high heel,
and a light blue blouse with a round collar set off by a dark blue print
scarf.  She carried a clip board and a tape measure.
	Joanna Rosenstein led the way to a room down the corridor. She
opened the door and stepped aside to allow Honey and the girl to enter
first.
	"Gina will help you get ready for your fittings.  While you do
that, your sister and I will discuss your needs."
	The door closed leaving Honey feeling very much alone.  The near
the center of the room was a raised platform very much like one might see
in tailor's shop or a custom seamstress's studio.  She knew that she would
be expected to stand on the platform while Gina or Miss Rosenstein measured
her and fitted her for...Honey could only guess at what.
	"Please undress."  Despite the wording it came out sounding like a
quiet but definite order.
	Honey turned her back as she unbuttoned her boy shirt.  After
slipping off her penny loafers, she undid her belt and fly but hesitated.
She had confidently donned panties that morning but was now having second
thoughts.  This girl, only a year to two older than Honey, might laugh out
loud at seeing a boy, even one as effeminate Hal had become, wearing white
satin panties.
	"Well, get on with it.  Or should I say off with it?"  Gina sounded
impatient and annoyed at Honey`s sudden coyness.  "Do I have to help you?"
	She grabbed the back of Honey's chinos and yanked them down.
	"Really, now.  We all know what you're here for and we're here to
help you.  There's no need to feel awkward in front of me. I've been
through this, too, although at a much more appropriate age than you are
now."
	Honey could hardly believe that this demurely yet smartly dressed
young beauty was the same kind of girl Honey was aspiring to be.
	"Thanks for making me feel better but I just can't believe that
you're not .that you haven't always been a girl although I`m not sure why."
	"There's only one way to prove it to a skeptic," Gina smiled.
"Usually I just tell clients that they can believe what they want but, and
I don't why, I want to show you proof positive."
	Gina raised her skirt to her waist.  Honey's loins tingled as she
stared at the expanse of tan thigh above the dark tops of Gina's stockings,
the flat leg bands of her yellow cotton panties and the curved front seam
of the panties' gusset.  Gina slipped her panties to mid-thigh.  Her gaffe
held her in place but showed the outline of her cock clearly enough for
Honey to see the young woman was circumcised.
	Honey stepped out of her chinos as her own cock began to swell
under her panties.  Honey flinched as Gina patted Honey's ball sac.  Her
male ego was beginning to assert itself in what was to be a last gasp, a
last ditch effort to assert male power over females, females of any and all
kinds.  Had Honey realized that the androgynous path she was embarking on
would give her undreamed of dominance over women and men, she would have
not clung to those last vestiges of the puny and tenuous power that men
assert.
	"Is that a come on?"  Honey smiled at Gina as her cock continued to
stiffen.
	"Not at all."
	"Then I guess I have to come on to you." Honey sneered confidently
as she put her hand on Gina's shoulder.  Gina moved closer to Honey as if
in response to her advance.  Gina's hand moved behind Honey's head as if to
draw her face closer for a kiss.  Gina's fingers grasped Honey's hair and
yanked the nearly nude trannie's head back as her high heel raked down her
shin to grind into her bare foot.  Honey staggered back only to have her
legs swept out from under her by Gina's leg.
	Honey lay on her back and stared up at Gina.  She began to get up
only to be pulled to her feet by Gina who then propelled the overwhelmed
Honey over her hip and onto her butt.
	"Since you've gotten such a lovely boner from being so easily
knocked around by me, you might as well jerk it off.  That way you might
just behave like a lady for a few minutes; at least long enough for you to
find out what your femme sizes are."
	Honey was beginning to regain her focus but still couldn't shed
enough of her male ego to cooperate with Gina's last request.  She drew her
feet closer ot her rump and moved to a kneeling position.  Honey flinched
with pain as Gina caught the back of her neck and squeezed a pressure
point.
	"Listen to me, little girl."  Gina's voice took on an authoritarian
tone, a tone that only intensified Honey's hard-on.  "I've been handling
all kinds of jerks since I started dressing. I wasn't even in my teens when
I was first able to take care of myself so rest assured you're no
problem. And I'll tell you the worst pains are the guys who think they want
to be one of the girls and then get all hot and try to force themselves on
us.  Now you just go ahead and jerk it off like I told you to.  And do it
quickly before I'll have to beat the cum out of you."
	Gina raised her foot and took off her shoe as Honey stared in
fright and anticipation. Her foot prodded Honey's chest forcing Honey to
her back.  She lay with her legs spread as Gina's foot massaged her balls.
	"Do it," ordered Gina.
	Honey raised her hips and slid her panties below her balls.  She
wrapped her hand around her prick.  A few strokes were all that were needed
to send geysers of cum arching onto Honey's chest and face.
	"You'll feel much better after you get cleaned up.  There's a
shower behind that door.  You'll find a new razor there.  Use it to shave
your underarms."
	When Honey came out of the shower, Gina was talking to Joanna and
Roni.
	"I'm afraid Honey isn't ready to be a girl her own age. There's
just too much guy attitude left in her that she has to outgrow.  Ordinarily
I would say twelve or so would be a good age for her to start.  Problem is
with Linda Prescott needing her to start so soon.  We'll have to ask how
young can Honey be and still work for her."
	Gina hung up the phone and announced that there was a job waiting
for Honey on the condition that she could pass for a girl very much younger
than her eighteen years.
	The trio turned to Honey who had only one question.
	"Do I still get to wear a real bra?"
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	Honey was exhausted by the time she and Roni thanked Gina and
Joanna.  They then carried their purchases to Roni's sparsely furnished
apartment.  Honey looked around in dismay.  She had expected something
more.
	"Relax, baby sister."  The words startled Honey as she realized
just how far the exchange of roles between older brother and younger sister
had progressed.  Hal was now Honey, Roni's younger sister.  Soon Honey
would be present a far greater percentage of time than Hal.  Honey wondered
how much longer she would be haunted by the ghost of Hal.
	"Sweetie," continued Roni.  "I'm still not living here all the time
so I have time to furnish and besides; I want you to have some say in how
this place will look since you're going to be sharing it with me."
	Honey smiled.
	"I've got a surprise for you."  Roni took a shoe box from the
closet and opened it.
	"These are luscious," said Honey.
	"They're yours.  Takes some getting used to."
	Honey stood in her panties and the shirt she had worn in the
morning.  The wide garter belt served to flatten her tummy and nip in her
waist.  She sat on the edge of her chair as she carefully slipped the
nylons onto her smooth legs. Instinctively she smoothed the gossamer fabric
before hesitantly clipping the garter tabs to the tops of her hose.
Honey's fingers trembled as she eased the pumps onto her feet.
	"You are so good!" shrieked Roni as Honey strode around the room.
Despite feeling awkward as she turned in the unfamiliar shoes, Honey took
small steps placing one foot almost in front of the other.  "My baby sister
might just be ready to take a walk outside."
	Honey removed the boy shirt she had worn and replaced it with a
short sleeved blouse.  A flowing half slip before stepping into the gray
skirt with its net underskirt.
	The girl that was so long buried under Hal become more and more
apparent, more and more dominant over the person called Hal, as Roni
applied subtle makeup to `baby sister' before turning her to face the
mirror.  Honey was awestruck by her own reflection.
	"Don't you dare start crying and making your mascara run," ordered
Roni.
	That was enough to start both girls giggling.
	With each step Honey's gait became more fluid, more naturally
femme, and more enticing. Heads turned as she walked by.  This was a
greater and more satisfying power than any Hal had known.
	Honey managed to grasp her skirt whenever a gust of wind tried to
raise it.
	"Don't be such a stick in the mud.  Just let the wind take your
skirt up a little and then fuss with it while you push it down.  You'll
love the reaction you get and I'll bet all those horny bastards will be
thinking about your thighs while they beat off in the john tonight."
	Honey smiled and let go of her skirt. It was a sense of power
unlike any Hal had ever known or could have even begun to conceive.

	Back at Roni's apartment, Honey reluctantly undressed in front of
the full length mirror.  She savored every moment as she dreaded removing
her makeup before showering.  Once showered, she would revert to being Hal.
Even knowing that she would soon be rid of that persona did little to
assuage her frustration.  Spending weekends with Roni would give her the
chance to be herself but going back to school as Hal for the week would be
a horror.
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	Hal stepped off the subway station and sighed.  The shops along the
avenue were all too familiar as he began the walk home.  A sidelong glance
at a shop featuring clothes for women and girls of all ages was something
he had done since he could remember.  Today, he decided, was going to be
different.  Hal stopped and studied the dresses in the window.  Various
accessories lay spread near the dresses they were to complement.  The
creamy whiteness of the satin panties placed near a summery dress had a
wholesome yet seductive appeal.  In contrast was the aggressive, sexy
blackness of certain garter belts and long lines.  It would be so
wonderful, so swank to feel such finery although concealed under the sedate
dresses and skirts Honey would choose.  Then Hal contemplated the brights
and pastels of panties in so many fabrics, fabrics that would caress
Honey's most intimate parts as she made her way through the daily
activities that so many natural girls take for granted.
	Hal would never have the confidence to step inside and select what
appealed to him.  No, not Hal, but certainly Honey could so very
nonchalantly walk in, finger the dainty feminine bits of underthings and
have the sales ladies meet her needs.
	Hal's view of the young girl was partially obstructed although he
saw enough to appreciate her very shapely legs from just above her knees.
She must have been trying on dresses because she suddenly lowered what she
was wearing to her ankles and stepped out of the dress.  He could see the
edges of her petticoats.  A view of a young girl from just above her knees
to the floor is by no means revealing especially when one knows her
petti-slip is as concealing as any dress.  Even so there was something
about the image that was arousing something in Hal.  The feelings the
rapidly changing boy experienced was as much envy as passion.  Then the
girl emerged from behind the dressing area screen clad in a modest blouse
and full, petticoated skirt.  It was Carole!  But it was Carole at age
thirteen albeit a very precociously developed age thirteen..
	Carole exchanged a few words with the sales lady and made bee line
for the door.
	"Hal, wait up," she called as Hal started to walk down the avenue.
	"Oh.  Hello Carole."
	"Come off it.  I know you were watching through the shop window.
It's okay.  You couldn't have seen anything...anything private I mean.  Did
you?"
	"No."
	"Not that it matters.  I just want you to know why I was trying on
those things, buying really, all that kid stuff.  Hal, maybe you can
understand.  Please listen.  I am so sick of being the super girl snob.
You know what I mean.  It's not the girl I want to be. So I've decided to
be a kid all over again, to grow up again as a nicer person.  It's so much
easier and more comfortable.
	"This isn't the place to talk.  Let's meet for supper somewhere
quiet.  My treat.  Please."
	"Sure, Carole."
	Carole put her face to Hal's and kissed him.  Her tongue brushed
over his lips sending shivers through his body.  He fought the urge to give
in to Carole, to become her plaything.
	"Hal," she whispered.  "Dress as a boy..."  She paused to watch his
face fall.  "But be sure to wear panties.  I like you like that."
	"Carole, darling, you know that really isn't me."  The voice was no
longer Hal's.  The inflection on `darling' was just too sarcastic.  It was
Honey who was now speaking and speaking like the self-possessed bitch she
was destined to become.
	"I think I understand."  Carole averted her gaze as she spoke.
	Carole put her fingers to Hal's face, placed her finger tips
against Hal's lips.  He kissed her finger tip, held her wrist and gently
sucked her finger into his mouth.
	"Panties and a little jewelry. Will that help, Honey?"
	"Of course they would but I really don't have the time for your
silly games.  And I most certainly don't have the inclination to be your
plaything.  Why don't you call Jo-Jo?  She might have the need to indulge
you."
	"Hal, why are you saying these awful things to me?"
	"Don't you know?  And besides; panties are no longer going to do
it."
	Carole managed to nod as she bit her lip to keep from crying even
as tears ruined her mascara.
	"Maybe one of these days we can get together and have a talk.  But
that's a long time off.  Maybe forever.  Take care of yourself, Carole."

	Carole hurried home, slammed the front door and threw her purchases
aside.
	"I'm so mad I can spit," she screamed to no one in particular
because there was no one to hear her.
	She raced upstairs and flung herself face down on her bed, and
pounded her pillow for a minute or two before dissolving into tears, her
face buried in her pillow.
	An hour later she lay with her head on her mother's lap as her
mother soothed her.
	"Oh, Mommy, what's wrong with me?  I feel so betrayed.  Jo-Jo!
Yuk!  How I hate her.  That skinny little drip comes back to town and
messes up everything.  I can get almost any boy away from any real girl but
why can't I measure up against other trans-girls?  It's so unfair."
	"Sweetie, remember that you've been living a girl's life since you
were a very, very little girl."  Mommy paused and laughed.  "I guess you've
always been a little girl even before your accident.  All I can say is that
if you can get boys on even terms with real girls but can't compete against
other trans-girls..."
	"Mommy, I'm not ready for that operation!"
	"Suit yourself.  And don't forget that we're going to the shore for
a long weekend."
	With that Mommy stood up and left her daughter to her own devices.
	Carole sat up on her bed and wrapped her arms around her knees.
She took a deep breath and reached for the phone.  She dialed a number and
breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she heard the busy signal.
	I don't really need to talk to that skinny little manipulator.
Yeah, she was going to help me make Hal jealous.  Made a chump out of me is
what she did.  The worst part is that boney twerp didn't even care about
Hal.  She just did to get one over one me.  Screw her!  Whoa. What ever am
I'm saying?  I would never screw that under developed little weasel.
	Carole went downstairs, gathered the packages that she had flung
aside earlier, and returned with them to her room.
	Maybe I'll take these things with me this weekend.  That's going to
be really swell.  I can start all over.  Be a girl who's too young to be
chased by every boy and every man who wants to get into my panties.  That's
it.  I knew there was a reason why I was buying all this kids' clothing.
	Carole undressed and studied herself in the bathroom mirror as she
waited for the water to run warm.  She ran her hand over her slender waist
and firm hips.  She smiled at the incongruity of her unremarkable dick;
unremarkable but adequate for a boy but truly astounding on the lithe girl
with her perky but small breasts, a girl whose body, even when demurely
clothed, radiated a vivaciousness that was all but irresistible.
	Oh, Mommy, you're so wrong.  I don't need any operation to make me
a more a perfect female.  I've got it all and then some. What's more, I'm
going to use it however I want and I'm going to get whatever I want.
	Carole slipped into a pair of white cotton panties that covered her
navel before putting on a plaid flannel robe that she usually worn only
when she was ill.  She would have discarded it years ago but it was a
keepsake form her preadolescent years, years when she had nagged Mommy to
buy her the unseen finery that she was about to eschew in favor of
unmentionables more suited to a girl much younger than she.
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	Roni was now living full time in her downtown apartment when Hal
came to spend a weekend.  It was Honey, looking every inch the wholesomely
seductive, alluringly naive teen girl, who accompanied Roni to Miss
Prescott's office.
	Honey clapped her hands and twirled to face her sister after
hearing Miss Prescott's enthusiastic reaction to her lovely appearance and
graceful movements.  Miss Prescott smiled at Roni and nodded further
approval as Honey called further attention to her well shaped thighs and
the hem of her panties by pushing down her skirt even as it flared up
toward her hips.
	"Honey, you'll do just fine.  It's just so difficult to find the
kind of girl I need on my staff.  And I know you'll do just fine.  First of
all, there are so few girls like you who are as attractive as you and
specially endowed so to speak, who are so natural in their new roles as to
be flawless females.  Further you make a convincing teen.  My clients like
it like that but I don't dare use real girls or anyone under legal age.
That would be so terribly wrong.  But with your natural beauty and grace
along with the skills you've already acquired and those you will master as
part of my staff, I'm sure your beauty will be highly appreciated.  The
tips are all yours."
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	The next evening Honey dressed slowly.  White nylon panties and
matching training bra into which Roni slipped what were then called
falsies.  These were not simply run of the mill breast pads but were
contoured with realistic nipples, nipples that pressed against her bra
giving an illusion that the boy/girl had real and adequate breasts.  White
cotton socks and black patent t-strap Mary Janes.  Hair and makeup done,
Roni held out a pink cotton sundress.  Honey stepped into it contemplated
her image in the full length mirror.  It was that of a wholesome and naïve
teen, a girl who had not yet awakened to the allure and power she would
wield over men and women.
	A taxi took Honey to a townhouse on the river.  She was introduced
to Mr. and Mrs. Drexler, the owners of the house. They were hosting this
event which wasn't simply an afternoon tea; it was an opportunity for some
prominent public figures to be indiscreet yet secure from the gossip
columnists who could bring them down. .
	"I do hope you'll forgive me for springing this sweet young thing
on you at the last minute. Some of my staff, I should say former staff,
failed to show up.  Honey was kind enough to step in."
	"I'm sure she'll do quite nicely," offered the hostess with a
polite but cold smile.
	Her husband grunted and walked off.
	Honey was shown the kitchen, the service pantry and then the
terrace overlooking the garden.  She was given a tray of wine glasses to
pass around.  She half knelt, half curtseyed as she offered a glass the
hostess.
	"Honey, sweetie, you're going to do very nicely.  Next time you
wear that dress do wear a slip...No need to blush.  I think it's, how you
say, smashing on a girl like you but I don't want my guests drooling over
you. As for me, I love the effect."  She then added sotto voce, "That
effect inspires me and I don't want to share you with anyone."
	Honey served drinks, passed out appetizers and made surprisingly
successful small talk with guests who chatted her up.  To her vexation more
women than men were taking an interest in her.
	Am I going queer? That's a joke. I'm walking around dressed as a
girl and enjoying every minute of it.  So what if I'm going queer?  A
subtle smile appeared on Honey's face, a smile of satisfaction brought on
by the acceptance that he might be `queer,' that he might even be able to
enjoy sex with women, men and everyone in between.
	"You're performing beyond my wildest expectations.  See me after
the guests leave."
	At that instant Honey felt perturbed by Mrs. Drexler.  There was
something too flawless about the way the woman carried herself, the way she
dressed, and there is something about her diction.  It was too perfect, too
clear of any regional accent to be natural.  Honey felt that, despite Ruth
Drexler's attractiveness, what she showed to the world was a veneer.  But
wasn't that what `dressing' is all about?  Of course lots of people keep
there real selves hidden but somehow what lay under Ruth Drexler's cold and
artificial faced frightened the young trannie.

	"Ma'am, you wanted to see me."
	Yes, of course.  I want to thank you for proving to be such an
asset to this afternoon."
	   "That's quite all right.  I'm just glad I was able to please you
being my first time.  May I go?"
	"Not yet.  You may still be needed."
	She reached into the pocket of her frock and slipped a folded bill
into Honey's hand as she shook it.  The young trannie had enough sense not
to inspect the bill until she was out of the room.  It was a one hundred
dollar bill!
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	"Honey, it's for you."  Roni handed the phone to her sister.
	"Good morning, Honey.  You do remember me.  I wanted you to stay a
bit longer yesterday but you disappeared.  Just as well.  My husband was
being his usual bastard self.  Happens whenever he's rejected which is
often.  One of the few things we have in common is that we like the same
sort of girls.  Can you meet me for lunch en femme?"
	Honey was overwhelmed but managed to blurt out a yes and got the
name of the discreet little café where the meeting was to take place.  She
shook away the anxiety that Ruth Drexler had so recently engendered in her;
she attributed that nervousness a t being unused to being out in public as
a girl.
	"Roni, you won't believe this!  You've got to help me dress for
this one."

	Honey arrived five minutes early and was shown to a table in a
shaded back garden.  She removed the straw skimmer that Roni had loaned
her.  "Use it to draw attention to you or to whatever part of you you want
her to notice," her sister had told her.  She put the hat back on, tilted
it forward so that her face was shaded and sat back spreading her skirt to
her sides as she crossed her legs.  She removed one of her gloves and set
it on her purse.  (DO remember that in the fifties, fashionable ladies wore
gloves in any season, gloves that matched their shoes and purse.)  She
waited until Mrs. Drexler came into view before pointing her still gloved
hand upward and slowly removing the second glove.
	"Honey, you do look ravishing.  There are so few women who dress in
such good taste and yet can be so tempting.  Your name or at least your
nickname suits you."
	Honey removed her sunglasses, chewed the end of the fames and
smiled as she spoke.
	"That's so kind of you to say so."
	"But not entirely unselfish.  You see, Honey, I've been enthralled
with you ever since I noticed you standing with the sun to your back.  I
wondered what kind of panties Miss Innocence might be wearing.  And now,
despite my intentions to keep this meeting businesslike, I'm finding that I
want to know, know you firsthand, what you're wearing under that frock...I
see I'm making you uncomfortable."
	"Only because I didn't expect it from you.  You see you might find
the unexpected if you were to find out firsthand what I have under my
dress."  Although she knew her voice quivered as she spoke, Honey was
surprised at the confidence she showed in warning Mrs. Drexler of her
genetic nature.
	"Honey, darling, we'll let that go for now.  What I'm about to say
and what I'm about to propose must remain between us.  Is that perfectly
clear?"
	"Yes. Mrs. Drexler, it is.  What passes between us stays between
us."
	"I'm terribly drawn to you.  There's no need to pretend; Miss
Prescott often employs girls like you.  There is a special radiance about
your kind of girl that gives you an appeal, an appeal to so many people
although they have no idea what it is that's so special about such girls.
You went beyond that.  It's clear to me that despite your charms and beauty
that you're new enough in this role as to still be malleable, malleable
enough to develop into my ideal lover."
	A shiver ran through Honey as Mrs. Drexler rested her finger tips
on the trannie's wrist.  A tinge of fear added to Honey's excitement even
as she felt her cock beginning to rise against of her nylon panties.
	"You will become my personal aide, part secretary, part lady's
maid, but always my lover.  You can continue living as Hal until you
graduate from high school in a few months.  Over the summer, you can learn
to do my hair while taking some typing and steno classes.  In the fall you
will attend a women's junior college that accepts girls like you.  All this
will be at my expense and you will receive a generous stipend as well.
You'll be free to terminate the arrangement at any time.
	"I'm sure I've overwhelmed you.  I have a little pied a terre in
Chelsea.  We can go there and regenerate after we finish eating."
	Honey nodded, fanned her skirt as she crossed her legs.
Mrs. Drexler stared unabashedly at the boy/girl's thighs, thighs which were
so light and fair in contrast to the dark welting of her stocking tops.
Honey was growing ever harder as she responded to the flattering and hungry
stare of the beautiful and worldly Mrs. Ruth Drexler.
	"Please stand up for just a second or two," ordered Mrs. Drexler.
"I need to see you from every angle."
	Honey complied.  A shiver went through her body.  Was it a thrill
at being inspected as a beautiful and desirable woman or was it the
realization that Ruth Drexler was ordering her about?
	A hint of a smile was evident at the corners of Mrs. Drexler's
mouth as her gloved finger tips caressed the trannie's cheek. Her hand
brushed over Honey's breast as she moved her attention to the almost
undetectable bump in the otherwise flawless line of Honey's full skirt.
	Honey took a breath as she her anticipation of becoming this
woman's sex object even as she feared the precum that was already beading
on her cockhead would grow into a full ejaculation and ruin her skirt.
	Ruth Drexler signaled for the waitress.
	"I must use the office.  Honey and I have some very personal
business to accomplish."
	The waitress, a petite thirtyish woman, appraisingly eyed Honey
from head to toe with a knowing smile.  The couple followed her, waited
while she unlocked a room that was part lounge, part office.  Honey was not
at all surprised by the nameplate on the desk: Linda Prescott.
	"Miss Prescott really gets around."
	"And it's most fortunate for your kind that she does.  Most of you
would be hustling in bars on Christopher Street and ending up dead in the
river were it not for what she does for you girls. Just let me assure you
that what she does is only small potatoes compared to what I can do for
girls who suit me and my friends."
	Honey took umbrage at the sarcastic emphasis on `girls.'  "Your
kind" was offensive beyond endurance.  Rather than being intimidated by
these terms, Honey was energized, energized to assert herself for being her
own special kind of girl.  She wasn't about to let Ruth Drexler steal her
self-worth even if she did make a generous offer to her.
	"Sure, Ruth.  She just does it out of the goodness of her heart;
never makes a dime off us."
	"Don't be arrogant with me.  And I'm Mrs. Drexler to you.  Now show
me how much you respect me."
	"But do I?"
	Honey turned to face Ruth Drexler who now sat on the desk with her
skirt at her hips.  She spread her legs and drew her knees to her chest.
It was quite evident that she was true female.  A wet spot was spreading
over her panty crotch.
	Honey grasped her ankles and tipped her backwards.  She kissed the
wet spot on the woman's panty crotch and then worked her tongue under the
fabric and over Ruth's pussy lips.
	"Honey, you do that so well."
	You might as well enjoy it, Mrs. Drexler.  This is the last time
we'll ever have sex.  Well, maybe if you get lucky we'll go all the way but
I'll be the one to decide when, where and how.
	A whine from Ruth Drexler and then a sob as the inexperienced Honey
used her instinctive skills to bring the older woman ever closer to orgasm.
Ruth's fingers grasped Honey's hair as if she wanted the trannie's entire
head in her vagina.  A different kind of sob erupted from the woman as
Honey grasped her wrists, pulled her hands aside and moved her own face way
from the arrogant Mrs. Drexler's wet cunt.
	"Don't play with me like this, Honey.  I don't like being teased at
moments like this."
	"Really, Mrs. Drexler?  Isn't that just too, too bad?"
	"Damn you, you arrogant freak!  Get me off, get me off!"
	Honey looked arrogantly down at the very angry Ruth Drexler.  The
boy/girl's gloating was short lived as Ruth pulled free of Honey's grasp,
sprang to her feet, caught Honey by her upper arms and, turning her like a
steering wheel threw her to the floor.  Despite Mrs. Drexler's now obvious
skill in judo, her agitated state allowed Honey the chance to kick her
ankles out from under her. Honey adeptly followed through on her advantage
as the woman crashed to the floor landing seated on her very shapely butt.
Grabbing a hand full of hair, she yanked Mrs. Drexler onto her back and
then drove her knee into the woman's gut sending her breath from her.
	Much to Honey's vexation, Ruth Drexler put her hand on her crotch
and finished what Honey had refused to finish only a minute ago. The woman
brought herself off in a screaming, exhausting orgasm.  Honey saw this as
another opportunity to get back at the domineering Ruth Drexler.
	"That must have been so good, so really good for you.  You did that
so well.  No doubt you get a lot of practice getting yourself off."
	Honey smiled gloatingly down at her would be boss while adjusting
her skirt and hoping that Ruth Drexler wouldn't notice her hard-on.  Ruth
Drexler, despite her intense sexual release, was distraught.  Being totally
humiliated by the trannie she had hired to be her personal aide and
plaything had overwhelmed her.  The experience of being brought to an
intense climax by her own hand after being teased and bested in a fight by
the girl/boy meant to be her dolly both frightened her and opened up new
horizons.  She was still breathless as Honey turned, paused at the door to
look over her shoulder and blow a kiss to Ruth.  "Good-bye, Mrs. Drexler
and thanks ever so much for a pleasant lunch."
	Ruth Drexler was steaming.  No fledgling trannie was going to walk
out on her.  There was more than her pride at stake; her very unique
reputation might suffer and that she could not allow.  She picked up the
phone and dialed.


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	  Honey stopped in a specialty shop on twenty-third street.  Her
triumph over the formidable Ruth Drexler deserved some sort of tangible
reward.  Her school girl innocent look needed to be augmented to reflect
the power she felt now that she had physically and emotionally bested her
would be employer.  The trannie's confidence soared as the sales girl asked
if she could assist her.  "I hope you don't mind if I just lay some of the
things you need on the counter for you to select from.  We're just so busy
today what with it being Saturday and two part time girls calling in sick."
	The boy/girl slipped her smooth hand with its elegantly manicured
nails into the off black stocking and studied the sheerness and color.  She
then turned her attention to the plastic case filled with a garment the
sales girl had suggested might be more comfortable than a panty girdle.
"Just so much more practical, too, in those special situations," she added.
	It was called a garter girdle in those elegant and romantic days of
the mid-twentieth century.  A hybrid, really of garter belt and a much
abbreviated girdle.  Black was her first choice for the first one.  Next
was powder blue; so innocent in color yet so commandingly seductive.  Honey
smiled as she narcissistically envisioned herself in the empowering
garment.  She knew the foundation garment, as such things were called back
in those supposedly repressed years, would serve not only as a foundation
for her tasteful and chaste clothing but as the foundation of the power she
was discovering she could so readily wield.
	It was as if the sales girl read her mind when she asked "Would you
like some assistance in trying those on for size?  I can help you in a bit.
The shop will clear out soon."
	She left the bewildered trannie tentatively rummaging through the
unfamiliar and formidably sexy foundations.
	"Those really do make a great effect even if no one gets to see
them but you.  I just love the feeling I get when I wear pretty things
under my clothes."
	Honey turned to look at the young woman who spoke.
	"Sorry if I startled you.  Don't think I'm being pushy but it's
just that you seem so unfamiliar with the nuances of lingerie and
foundations.  No need to feel uncomfortable.  We've all had to make he
transition from little girl undies to big lady clothes and too often with
no support and guidance from family.  Maybe I can ease your way."
	The boy/girl gave this woman an embarrassed smile.  The woman was
in her late twenties, thirty at the oldest.  She was dressed in a dark gray
full skirt which, with a wide belt, emphasized the smallness of her waist.
A matching bolero jacket over a light blue blouse completed the look.
Moderately heeled suede opera pumps enhanced her trim legs.
	Honey nodded confidently as the woman stood with the black garter
girdle dangling from her finger tips as she held open the curtain leading
to the dressing area.
	"No need to remove your skirt, Miss..."
	"Please call me Honey."  She spoke with a sense relief although she
had, only a moment before, no compunction about the curvaceous bulge in her
panties being seen by this rather attractive and sophisticated woman.
	"Of course, Honey.  I'm Frankie."
	Honey stood on a low platform and raised her skirt.
	"Ordinarily you would wear your panties over this but for now we'll
slip this over your panties...Oh, it makes it easier to use the toilet."
It was as if she had anticipated the question, as if she completely
understood just how naive Honey was to the intricacies of adult female
underthings.
	Of course she does.  I just wonder if she knows why.  God, what
happens if she figures me out?
	"Relax, Honey.  We all go through this learning period."  There was
a cheerful matter of fact quality about Frankie's manner of speaking.
Maybe it was a hardness made tolerable by the woman's good cheer.  In
either case Honey felt an inexplicable kinship with this seemingly worldly
wise, classy and classic New York girl.
	Honey raised the front of her skirt to her thighs as she stepped
into the garter girdle that Frankie held at her feet.  She drew the elastic
and lace over her thighs.
	"Your legs," breathed Frankie.  "Just so smoothly powerful.  If you
don't dance, you should.  What a waste of power if you don't."  She slowly
ran her hand over Honey's calf.
	"You really should try these with stockings to get the full effect
the full sense of how these would feel."
	Frankie stepped away momentarily only to place a padded stool on
the fitting platform.  She handed Honey a new stocking, took its mate in
her own hand and rolled it.  Honey sat, extended her leg toward Frankie who
caressed her arch, kissed her toes before slipping the rolled stocking onto
the boy/girl's foot.  Honey reached forward, placed her hands over
Frankie's as they both slid the tinted gossamer over Honey's solid yet
graceful leg.
	"Stand up, please.  Now fasten the garter.  Good.  No use your
finger tips to smooth the stocking upward.  Yes.  Adjust the garter
clasp...Now redo the snap.  Very well done!  Now let's do the other."
	A repeat performance but with ever so much more confidence and
fluidity on the part of Honey.
 	Frankie wrapped her arms around Honey's legs as she kissed the
trannie's thighs.  Her hand found its way to Honey's firm tush.  Then her
face followed and soon her tongue pressing between Honey's panty covered
cheeks.  Now she was stand behind Honey nuzzling her neck as her hands
eased Honeys skirt ever higher.  Her own skirt fell to the floor as she
pressed her groin against the girl/boy's bottom.
	The pressure she felt against her bottom explained the kinship she
felt with Frankie.  Only a hard cock could exert the exciting pressure that
was arousing Honey in ways she had never known could be.
	She pulled Frankie's hands to her balls as she eased he dick out of
her panties.  She moaned as Frankie's hand enveloped her hard prick as her
other hand grasped her balls.  Honey reached back, desperately clutched
Frankie's hard-on as she eased her own panties lower, and pressed Frankie's
cockhead against her own virgin holed.  To Honey's dismay, Frankie pusher
hand away and turned Honey so they faced each other.
	Tears began to trickle down Honey's cheeks.  "Don't you want me?
Am I really such a failure as a girl?  I must be so ugly!"  She began to
cry in earnest.
	"No, no.  You're not ugly at all.  And you're so perfect as a girl.
But don't give up your virginity on an impulse.  As much as I want to fuck
you right now, I can't.  It would be so, so wrong.  Maybe if I were less
attracted to you, I could fuck you, use you and forget you.  But I just
can't.  You're too good to use like that and throw away. We don't even know
each other but I know you're special and wonderful.  I just know it.  But
promise me you won't ever think for an instant that I don't want you. You
deserve better than to give up your virginity in a quickie in the back of a
store. We might think about meeting and get to know each other and be
friends. You'll find somebody who'll love you for everything you are and it
will be meaningful and lasting."
	Frankie kissed way Honey's tears as she reassured the boy/girl.
Honey looked into Frankie's eyes, nodded and smiled.  They kissed as they
sank to the floor.
	They reentered the shop.  Much to their chagrin several customers
were being waited on, customers unlike Honey.  The pair nodded and winked
to each other.  Then it was all business.
	"That will be it for today," she said as she handed her purchases
to the sales girl who seemed to recognize Frankie as a regular.  Honey was
surprised to hear the slaes girl address Frankie as "Dr. Levine."
	"And thank you for the opportunity to serve you. Do come see us
again.  I'm certain we can take of more of your needs."

	The pair paused briefly in front of the shop.  Honey was about to
thank Frankie for all her help as she tried to get up the gumption to offer
the older woman her phone number.  She considered giving her Hal's home
phone number but decided against lest she have some explaining to do if her
mother picked up the phone and someone asked for Honey.  She opted in favor
of giving her Roni's number and explaining that she lived with her sister.
Frankie spoke up before Honey could make the offer.
	"May I give you my card? ...Just let me put my home phone number on
the bottom...in case you might need some advice and guidance from an older
gal who has been around, around and kicked around. That way you can get
hold of me if I'm not available in my office."
	"I'll surely available myself of your kind offer when the something
comes up."
	"No need to wait for a crisis.  Just call me when you feel like
chatting, chatting with someone who can understand you without judging
you."
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It was Hal who greeted Roni when she returned from work.
	"Getting ready to go back to Mommy?"
	"Yeah, I hate to. Had a great day..."
	Hal started to tell Roni of Honey's experience with Ruth Drexler
only to be interrupted by Roni.
	"Sweetie, do you realize you're talking about Honey in the third
person.  It's as if she's another person but she really is you."
	An embarrassed smile formed on Hal's face as he realized Roni was
right.  He and Honey were really one person with Honey rapidly becoming the
more natural persona, a persona striving to be present at all times.
	"I know what happened today.  That Drexler witch called Linda
Prescott.  Get that worried look off your face.  She'll pay you a fortune
to be with her on any terms you set.  That weirdo wants you to humiliate
her and make love to her. It was a new experience for her and she's hooked
but it has to be you.  Honey, you're in the catbird seat.
	"There are few things, though, that Linda Prescott must talk to you
about.  Why not phone her right now."
	Honey hung up the phone a few minutes later.
	"Miss Prescott said I'll be starting as a receptionist this coming
Saturday.  Meanwhile Ruth Drexler is frantically trying to see me.  But
something happened today that tells me that just isn't in the cards.
	"I met this girl; a girl like me in a specialty shop where she
works and she treated me like something to be valued..."
	When Honey finished relating her adventures of the day, Roni's eyes
lit up.
	"Wow, what an afternoon you had.  I'm just surprised you could keep
on getting it up after all your, your exertions.  A bit of sisterly advice,
Honey.  You really don't seem too turned off by what Ruth Drexler wants
from you.  Secondly, she can help you in ways that are beyond what her
money can get you.  She and her husband wield all sorts of influence.  They
can open doors for you, keep you safe from all kinds of dangerous people.
Don't be too quick to brush her off.  Think about what I'm telling you."
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	Hal was barely able to concentrate on his studies during the next
week at school.  He was surprised to find he was more empathic toward
Carole although he didn't yet realize it was that something extra in her
panties that kept him coming back for more.
	Carole approached him as he sat in the public library one
afternoon.
	"Hal, may I join you?"
	"Sure Carole."
	She sat opposite him and clasped her hands on the edge of the table
as their eyes met.  She took a deep breath, lowered her gaze so they no
longer were making eye contact and spoke softly, hesitantly.
	"I'm scared, Hal.  I'm afraid we might be in trouble and it's my
entire fault.  It's Jo-Jo, Jo-Jo and her aunt.  I knew Jo-Jo years ago.  We
were in a summer camp program before we started high school.  Promise me
you won't get angry, that you won't hate me when I tell you."
	Hal nodded as he watched Carole fight back her tears.
	"It was a camp for a certain kind of girl.  I belonged there
because I'm not what I seem to be.  I'm not like other girls and neither is
Jo-Jo..."
	Hal reached across the table and took Carole's hand as she
continued her confession.
	"You're still you no matter what.  You're still the girl I care so
much about.  You're going to be surprised when I tell you how I've been
spending my weekends.  You were on to something about me when you and Jo-Jo
got me wearing panties. We'll talk about that later.  Now tell me why you
think we're in trouble."
	"Honey, I know this is so hard to believe but we were being set up.
Jo-Jo has this aunt or something who's really nothing but a self-promoting
madam.  Oh, sure.  She pretends to be some something better, something
classy but no. She operates mostly in England and Europe supplying
trans-girls as sex partners to well off men and to women, too.  Someone
wanted a fresh new boy who could pass as a girl and for some reason she
picked you as one of her talents.  Jo-Jo made believe she was in love with
me so I would help her procure you. Don't look at me like that. Yes,
procure is the right word.  Procure like a damned madam.  I was being used
and I didn't know it until they wanted to make me one of their whores.  It
was then I realized what was happening.  Jo-Jo's disappeared and I'm pretty
sure she's been sent away or somehow gotten rid of permanently.  Hal, I'm
sacred we're next."
	"Listen to me.  I want you to walk home but stay on crowded streets
even though it's a longer walk.  Stay away from the curb."
	Carole nodded as she started wringing her hands.
	"Once you get home you stay put until I phone you."
	As they exited the building Hal held Carole back for a few seconds
while he scanned the cars parked along the street.
	"Let's get going."
	Carole nodded as she whispered, "I love you. I know it now. I just
hope it's not too late."

	As soon as Hal entered his house, his demeanor changed as he again
became Honey.  It wasn't that he donned any articles of female attire.  It
was simply a change in posture, in demeanor, and above all, in attitude.
After all, Honey was always more self assured than Hal ever was, and
self-assurance, if ever it was needed, was needed at that moment.
	"Frankie, Honey here. I'm just so terribly sorry to disturb you but
I need your help if that offer you made still holds..."
	"Of course it still holds.  Now take a deep breath and tell me the
whole story from the beginning..."
	Honey explained.  Frankie interrupted soon as Jo-Jo Di Cadore was
mentioned.
	"Honey, you be careful.  There's a group out there that would do
anything to get a girl like you under their control.  Listen to me.  Put on
panties and a bra, some light makeup but wear slacks and a blouse.  No wig,
no fall.  Don't bother packing. Take some makeup and toiletries and a
change of panties.  Take a cab up here.  It's on me.  I'll be waiting for
you."
	Honey dressed according to Frankie's instructions.  She was
surprised at how little it took to accomplish a very effective physical
transformation into an eye-catching young girl.  She was more than pleased
with the effect, an effect so pleasing, so self-satisfying that she knew,
despite the situation she and Carole were in, that it would add to her
difficulty in going back to being Hal.
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	Honey was relieved to see Frankie waiting for her in front of the
brownstone in Chelsea.  The woman was smartly but casually dressed in
slacks, a jacket, and a flat, brimmed straw hat reminiscent of what an
English school girl might wear with her spring uniform.  As she emerged
from the taxi, Honey wondered if she might have been mistaken about having
felt a cock pressing against her bottom when Frankie snuggled her as she
modeled foundations.  It just couldn't be; her lines were just flawlessly
female in the tailored, well fitted slacks.
	As Frankie paid the driver adding a generous tip, a tip that
implied silence as to his passenger and her destination, Honey noticed a
two or three brass plaques listing professionals who had offices in the
building.  She felt reassured that she was in capable hands when she
noticed that one proclaimed "Frances Levine, Ph. D, Psychotherapist."
	They hurried into the building and up the stairs to Frankie's
apartment.
	Honey felt like a gawking tourist entering a foreign country as
Frankie led her into the apartment.  There was a small foyer through which
one entered center hall.  A narrow spiral staircase within the apartment,
obviously a later addition to the building, led to the upper floor of the
apartment.  Frankie led the way to a small study, offered the trannie a
seat in easy chair.
	"I'm just leaving you for a minute or two.  Would you feel safer if
you came with me?  Your facial expression is answering for you so don't try
to be a heroine.  Come on."
	They were in a comfortable kitchen where Frankie took a bottle of
wine from a rack, deftly opened it and grabbed two wine glasses.
"St. Emillion, a Bordeaux.  Quite good. Just sip it, especially if you're
not used to big wines."
	As they walked back to the study, Honey noticed several diplomas
and certificates on the wall.  All were in the name of Frances Levine,
Frances with an `e' except for an undergraduate diploma from Harvard.  That
was in the name of Francis Levine; Francis with an `i.'  Honey was certain
that her new friend was a girl like herself and like Carole, but who had
developed a respected career rather than allowing herself to be exploited,
even prostituted by the likes of Jo-Jo and her aunt.  If this is what a
boy/girl can become then even what Linda Prescott had to offer was a kind
of exploitation although she offered many trannies the chance at something
like an independent life.
	She sat as Frankie poured some wine into her own glass and then
filled Honey's glass half way before doing the same to her own glass.  She
stiffened when Frankie took a pad and pencil from her drawer.
	"Relax, girl.  I'm not going to treat you as a case study.  I just
want to note down any names you mention that are familiar to me.  Now tell
me the whole story from the first day of school onward."
	Honey felt unburdened as she finished telling her story to Frankie.
She stared at Frankie's bottom as the trans-woman bent forward to open a
drawer.  The boy/girl was pleased to find that the outline of panties
through a woman's clothing was still so fascinating even though she herself
would be wearing panties almost constantly.
	"This may not be as difficult as I thought it was going to be.  You
have two potential allies.  I know Ruth Drexler quite well.  Linda Prescott
is someone else who will listen to me.  But first let me get Ruth over
here."
	Honey was dumbfounded and not a little intimidated by the thought
that the formidable Ruth Drexler was being summoned to aid the trannie who
had so strongly rebuffed her only days before.
	"You see, Honey, when Ruth Drexler cares about someone she'll
unselfishly do anything to help her.  And, sweetie, does she ever have
influence with some very powerful people!"
	Honey wondered if her reaction to Ruth Drexler as someone to be
feared, someone not to be trusted, was her own naïve misinterpretation.
	Frankie's next call was to someone who was something important in
the police department.  Honey was more and more impressed by Frankie's
network of friends.  To her chagrin, Frankie waived her out of earshot as
she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone.

	Ruth Drexler was not long in getting to Frankie's.  She seated
herself so as to offer Honey a generous view of her thighs and even an
occasional glimpse of her shimmering white panty crotch as she shifted in
her chair every so often, rearranging her skirt each time she did.
	"Of course, I know that Cadore witch. That presumptuous bitch
offered to sell me some of her so-called merchandise.  Imported from
Britain she said, as if those pretty creatures were chattel to be imported
and sold.  Well, when I refused her, she lowered her price until those poor
kids were free samples.  I shudder to think what she would have wanted had
I fallen prey to her.
	"No doubt she has compromising photos or affidavits on some of her
well-placed customers.  She'll try blackmailing them into protecting her.
Give it some time.  The witch will feel less threatened and we'll think of
a way to put her out of business.
	"But more to the immediate point; are you okay, Honey?  And what
about your school chum Carole?"
	Honey felt relieved by the generous concern that Ruth was showing
to her.
	"Honey, why don't you change and we three will go out for dinner?
We do need a diversion," suggested Ruth.
	"That's awfully nice of you to offer, Mrs. Drexler, but I really
think I need to touch base with Carole.  I just couldn't eat a drop if I
didn't know she's safe.  And besides, Mrs. Drexler, I look a fright and I
didn't bring any thing to change into."
	"Honey, why don't you call and then we can pick something from my
closet that you can fit into."
	"Gee, thanks. That'll be swell."
	Honey's air of confidence faded visibly as Carole's phone continued
to ring.
	"She may be in the shower or something.  I'll try again in a few
minutes."
	Her face brightened as the second call was answered.  It was
Carole's mom.
	"Oh, okay.  Thanks. Bye."
	A pale Honey slowly hung up the phone.
	"I can't believe that twit.  Her mom said she saw Carole getting
into a car and driving off with someone.  What's even worse she said it
looked like Jo-Jo's car."
	As if on cue, Ruth Drexler glanced at her watch.  "I must dash."

	Honey reluctantly stripped as Frankie adjusted the guest room
shower.  The trannie was self-conscious enough to cross hiss legs so as to
conceal his genitals as she sat on the edge of the bed.  Frankie smiled
warmly as she handed her a towel.
	"This will protect your modesty."  Her voice had a lilt that
managed to relax and reassure Honey with her cheek against her hand as her
elbow rested on her knee.
	Again Honey felt that stirring in her groin, a stirring that flowed
into her cock.  She felt guilty at experiencing something so pleasant while
Carole might be in grave danger and yet she could not escape the sensation
of gentle arousal that Frankie was generating in her.
	"Get in the shower, relax, shampoo your hair and then call me.
We'll pick out some things for you to wear.
	"Oh, Honey sweetie.  I know you're worried about Carole but I
assure she is going to be safe.  You'll see soon enough."
	Honey emerged from the shower and wrapped herself in an oversized
terry towel that Frankie had laid out for her.  She vigorously rubbed her
shortish hair with a smaller towel before wrapping another towel, turban
style around her damp hair.  Voices reached into the guest room from down
the hall.  Frankie was chatting with a man.
	Honey wrapped a towel around her body and tucked it in under her
arms so that it remained in place covering her body but not quite
concealing her slender but sexy form.  That she was covered in pink terry
cloth toweling from her breasts to mid thigh did nothing to detract from
the sexiness she exuded.
	The voices paused and then she heard Frankie speak.
	"Shower's been stopped for a few minutes now.  I think I better go
check on my guest.  Excuse me for a bit."
	Honey shifted her weight from leg to leg and blushed as Frankie
complimented her.
	"My lord!  You have such a great complexion and such great hair.
You truly are the wholesome all American girl type."
	"Except for one thing," said Honey as she felt her face grow warmer
as she blushed even more deeply.
	"You'll be surprised when you learn how many girls like you are
living everyday as independent women."
	This did nothing to lessen Honey's agitation.
	"Honey, you're not deaf so you do know that there's someone else in
the apartment, an ally so relax.  You two will meet as soon as you're
dressed."

	Honey stepped into the sky blue panties Frankie handed to her.  She
glanced over her shoulder and smiled at her own reflection.  She hooked her
thumbs under the leg bands of her panties and pulled them down over her
tush.
	"You're just such a natural."  Frankie's soothing tone confirmed
Honey's improved estimation of her own talent for being a girl.
	Frankie eyed Honey as the young girl dressed.  It seemed to honey
that Frankie's face was showing more than approval.  Was that lust lurking
behind Frankie's eyes?
	The white panty girdle was opaque but not so opaque as to obscure
the outline of the panties.  She turned up the cuffs of the mid thigh
girdle so as to give her access to the garter snaps attached to it.  She
reveled in putting on her stockings, smoothing them over her shapely limbs,
fastening the tabs, and adjusting the tension of the garters.  Honey
wondered if that soupcon of power and self arousal she so enjoyed would
dissipate with time.  She had faith it would not.
	She donned the bra which was padded enough so she needed no pads.
A soft moan escaped her lips despite her efforts to contain herself as
Frankie adjusted her breasts in the cups of the firmly padded bra.
	Frankie smiled and slowly turned Honey so the newly created
trans-girl could reassure herself that she was totally femme from every
angle.
	Frankie lowered the one piece dress over her Honey's head as the
boy/girl raised her arms and slipped them into the sleeves.
	Just a touch of lipstick and eye liner was all she needed to
complete the transformation.  Earrings, a ring, a watch and cloisonné
bangle bracelet were jewelry enough.  Modest heels and she was ready to
meet the so called ally.
	"Just relax with him and be yourself, your femme self.  He fully
understands that there are many girls like you and that you're often
exploited and worse. His need is to protect you as he protects all honest
citizens.  You'll understand later."

	The man got up as Honey entered the room.  She had expected a
policeman of some sort but this man was dressed in civilian clothes.
Frankie introduced him as Lou Ravsky but omitted any rank or title
connected to whatever he had to do with law enforcement.
	 Small talk was kept to a minimum.
	"What about Carole?  Aren't you going to do anything to rescue
her?"
	"Honey, she doesn't need rescuing."
	"But what about Jo-Jo and Miss Cadore?"
	"There's no need to fear them.  It's Ruth Drexler who's the
threat. Jo-Jo picked Carole up to get her to safety.  If we did that, we
would have alerted Ruth Drexler just how much we know about her.  If she
thought any of you had a hand in getting her nailed, she would have done
everything to get back at you before we got her."
	As Honey was trying to piece together the scenario, Frankie went to
answer a knock at the door. She soon ushered in Carole, Jo-Jo, and Miss
Cadore.
	Lou nodded at Miss Cadore who smiled and greeted Lou in Italian.
She handed Lou some file folders.
	"Brava! Grazia," he said warmly.
	"I don't get it," said Honey in a tone that demanded an immediate
explanation.
	"Take a look at these."  Lou took some folders from his briefcase
and opened them on the coffee table.  He passed what looked like a passport
to Honey.  She shivered when she saw the Nazi swastika and eagle emblem on
the cover.  The boy/girl turned ashen as she recognized the photo of a
uniformed woman inside.  It was unmistakably Ruth Drexler.
	Photos of Ruth Drexler and Dr. Mengele (a Nazi scientist known for
his bizarre experiments on concentration camp inmates) sent chills of fear
down Honey's spine.
	Next she saw photos of Miss Cadore posing with partisan resistant
groups and their Nazi prisoners!  It was evident that Jo-Jo's aunt had been
a resistance fighter.
	"I see you're puzzled and more than a little upset.  You can relax.
Roni getting you to dress had nothing to do with Ruth Drexler.  Your sister
knows you pretty well, perhaps better than you know yourself.  She thought
you would be a lot happier being a girl even just part time.  This isn't an
official police operation.  It's something we had to do for a lot of good
reasons.  Honey, you were part of it without even knowing.  We used you to
tempt Ruth Drexler into betraying herself.  Until she made her move on you,
we couldn't be positive that this was the woman involved in those terrible
experiments.  Honey, you became our reluctant agent."
	Honey looked around the room as a sheepish smile appeared on her
face.
	"Ruth Drexler saw you as a two way opportunity.  First of all she
could get off on seducing you into becoming a sex toy and second, as soon
as you bored her, she could sell you to some whore master in an exotic
country where the rich can buy or rent whatever they want to use as they
please.  We've been trying to get some concrete evidence on her for a
couple of years now.  We couldn't prove the connection to the Nazi regime
until Gianna, Miss Cadore hooked up with us.  What she didn't have in her
own archives, Jo-Jo filched from the Drexler's own files.
	"Carole knew nothing about using you to lure Ruth Drexler into
confirming her past.  Jo-Jo realized that, once you were dressed you would
be a type irresistible to her.  We had to keep you in the dark since you
had to play the flawless innocent or she might not have wanted you badly
enough to betray herself.  You had to be the unwitting lure."

	The unmarked car pulled up in front the Drexler's townhouse.
Police cruisers stopped at each end of the street and on the next street.
	Ruth Drexler chanced to glance out a second story window just as
the detectives emerged from the car.  The two men and one woman started up
the front steps.
	She bent over her husband who was reading and kissed him.
	"I'm leaving now. Don't wait up for me."
	She went to her bedroom, sat at her vanity, took a vial from a
drawer and drank the contents.  She was dead when the police found her.
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	Honey chatted nervously with the young police officer who was
driving her to Roni's apartment.
	"You know you don't have to keep making excuses for why you dress.
There an awful lot of cops who would beat you up but I'm not one of them.
Live and let live says I as long as no one's getting hurt.  Sure, a piece
of trash like Drexler comes along and ruins it for nice girls like you and
your pal Carole. I guess it must be tough figuring out how far and how much
you want to go with this girl stuff."
	At that moment the cruiser stopped for a light.  Honey smiled and
had to keep from giggling as she realized the young cop was trying to
prolong their time together.
	"Sweetie," she breathed into his ear. "There's no problem figuring
out how far I want to go with this girl stuff as you call it.  With someone
like you, I'm willing to go all the way!"

	"My sister's away for the weekend and I just feel so nervous after
tonight...Say, I might feel better of you could stay with me.  I mean just
for a little bit."
	"I'm off duty as soon I turn in the car and change into civies.
Care to come with me?  By the way, you can call me Will."
	"That'll be swell."
	Honey moved closer to him and rested her hand on his lap.

	Half an hour later they were walking away from the precinct house.
	A short cab ride and they were seated at a corner table in a
cabaret not far from Roni and Honey's apartment.  Frankie was seated at the
bar with another woman.
	"Well, hello you two, hmm, lovebirds I would guess."  Frankie's
greeting was both warm and playful.
	Honey blushed as she felt Will's hand press her thigh.
	"Honey, phone me Monday morning. With your and your mother's
approval I'm going to arrange an interview for you at a junior college that
will allow you to be whatever you need to be even if that includes shifting
your persona from time to time.
	"I know it would be disloyal to Linda Prescott but you really don't
owe her anything.  I'd like you to come to work as my part time
secretary/receptionist."
	"Frankie, that's so awfully generous of you. I don't mean to sound
ungrateful but I really have to give it some thought.  Working for you
would be super but I'm not quite sure about the school.  They might mold me
into something that isn't me.  I just have to be my own man, er woman for
now, at least until I find out more about who I really am."

	Honey tasted her first Manhattan and decided she liked the sweet,
strong cocktail.  She relaxed and listened to the pianist whose long slit
skirt showed her superb legs as she worked the pedals.  The woman began to
sing to her own accompaniment.  Her voice was rich, deep and soothing.  It
was as if the best of qualities of male and female voices blended in this
oddly attractive cabaret; oddly attractive because she had the attention of
both women and men. .
	"Her voice fascinates me.  She's so beautiful and so talented.  Why
isn't she famous?"
	"Honey, she plays here all the time because most of the country
isn't ready for celebrities that are the kind of girl you are."
	She smiled at Will as she realized she now had a male admirer.

	Honey unlocked the door and stepped inside.  Will drew her to him.
She gently pushed him away.
	"I can understand why you don't want to kiss me since we just met
but I hope you give me your phone number so we can have a real first date."
	"Will, why are you being so obtuse?"
	Honey spoke with mock scolding as she pulled Will into the
apartment and closed the door.
	  She put her arms around his neck and lifted her face to his.
	"You big dope, do you think I want the neighbors to see what I'm
about to do to you?  Not that I care but my sister will be totally pissed
off if I get her thrown out of this building."
	She undid his belt as she spoke.  His pants fell to his ankles as
Honey unbuttoned his shirt.  She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed
him to his knees.  To her surprise, Will needed no encouragement.  His face
fell in frustration as he discovered Honey's long leg panty girdle.
	"You'll just have to do the best you can." She smiled teasingly as
she joined him on the floor.
	Her tongue explored his body as she finished undressing him. He
returned the compliment but left her bra in place.  Honey knelt over him
and ran her moist finger tips around the head of his very rampant cock.
Her lips closed over Will's cockhead as she teased the sensitive skin
behind his balls.
	Will rolled her onto her tummy and ground his painfully hard cock
against her girdled tush.  She reached behind and rhythmically squeezed his
balls as he moaned uncontrollably.  In a very few minutes Will came in a
loud and uninhibited orgasm.
	He lay on his back as Honey looked into his face.
	"Will, love, that was great for you but I still have to get off."
	She moved between his legs as she wiggled her panty girdle down
below her hips.  Will brushed his tongue repeatedly over her cock until it
was dripping, dripping with Will's saliva and with her own precum.  He lay
back, spread his legs and raised his knees to his chest as Honey pressed
her dick against his hole.  A gentle thrust and she was inside his
twitching, squirming bottom.
	To her surprise and delight, Will was enjoying as much as she was
and by his expert cooperation made it know he was experienced in this very
special kind of love making.
	Suddenly she pressed her open mouth over Will's and thrust her
tongue deep into his throat as she drove deeper into his bottom.

	The phone rang as they lay in the after glow of their very loud
mutual orgasm.
	Honey covered the mouthpiece as she laughingly told Will it was the
old prude downstairs threatening to call the police if they did stop
thrashing around on the floor and stop making those animal sounds.  Will
responded by raising his middle finger.
	"Oh, fuck the police," was Honey's reply as she hung up the phone.
	"Sure about that?" said Will as they fell into each other's arms.

MARDEE LOUISE PRYNNE