TV, TS, Sex-mf/ff/mm, mild bondage

                           Living in a
                          House Full of
                              Girls

                           By Amy Brett

                            Chapter 1

"I GUESS YOU'VE got a choice," she said. "Either do it or head back
home somehow." I frowned at the thought of returning to North Dakota
anytime, let alone in the middle of winter and without any money for a
bus or anything.

     We'd gotten to San Francisco two months earlier on our way to
Hollywood and stardom. Well, without money, we were just stuck in San
Francisco.

    At least we'd been a little bit smart. We'd stopped before we
spent the last of the money and had been saved by that. If we'd spent
the other $50 on bus tickets to Los Angeles, we'd have starved there
in no time. As it was, we'd found a fleabag place to stay for $10 a
week and been eating while we looked for work.

    Oh, we'd found a little work but it hadn't worked out. I'd washed
dishes while Michelle waited tables for a night. The old Greek guy who
owned the place had spent half his time pursuing Michelle around
whenever she'd stop in one place for more than two minutes. He had
more hands than an octopus. We made sure he paid us before we left,
with no intention of getting anywhere close to him again.

    Anybody would think that Michelle and I have a funny
relationship. She's a beautiful girl but we've never really been
anything at all but the best of friends. Maybe it's just that she sort
of adopted me a long time ago.

    It was the first day of high school she'd adopted me. I'd
transferred in to the school when my parents moved to North Dakota and
Michelle was the first person I met. I think she felt sorry for me. I
guess I'm no sort of prize. Little for my age. Not even a little bit
athletic. Shy.

    She'd spent all that year being my only friend and, as everyone
took to their own concerns in the summer and my parents worked, my
only contact with people. We got to know everything about each other.

    When school started that year and we both got the same teachers,
it was pretty natural that we hung with each other full time. And when
her parents were killed in a car accident and they were going to send
her to an orphanage, it was only natural that we left together.

    "Well?" she said, exasperated with me for not making a
decision. "What is it?"

    It was the hardest decision I'd had to make yet and it seemed I'd
had to make a lot of them in the month we'd been in San Francisco. The
two girls had talked to Michelle a week before for the first time and
since then had gotten more friendly all the time with her. When she'd
been invited to their house, I hadn't minded. But now, when they'd
invited her and "her friend" to move in, it was different.

    The house was really neat. A big old place in a pretty good
neighborhood. It was safe. The girls all shared in providing food. And
best, the place had been left to one of them by a grandmother or
something so there was no rent. With just enough work to buy food when
we could, we could live there forever in safety.

    That meant there was only one problem. The house belonged to a
girl and the girl only wanted other girls to live there with her. No
boys allowed. And I'm not a girl.

    That was the decision. Would I let her help me to look enough like
a girl to get by at the house, were we going to starve, or were we
going back to North Dakota somehow?

    The way I saw it, there wasn't much choice.

    "Yeah, okay," I said. Michelle actually clapped her hands in glee.

                          * * *

    She worked hard at making me female.

    I wore my own underwear, except for the bra she put around me and
stuffed with silky panties. She had me take a shower, something I did
every morning but normally didn't at night.  Then she worked real hard
with my razor, trimming off all the hair on my legs, face and
underarms.

    It took the longest for her to do my hair. She kept giving me
alternatives for the way it would be. She just didn't understand that
I didn't give a damn. I just wanted it over with.

    My hair had been sort of in style back at home before we left --
long and stringy really. I kept it tied up with a rubber band. I'd
avoided getting a haircut for months before we left.  Now it had been
a couple of months longer and so was my hair. It was actually longer
than shoulder length and longer than Michelle's.

    At least, after she had my hair in curlers, she went ahead and put
a little makeup on my face to save effort.

    While we waited for my hair to dry, she picked out a blouse and a
pair of her pants for me to wear. It made me feel funny wearing only a
pair of her loafers without socks. It was so ...  female.

    If that wasn't enough, she painted my fingernails. I mean she
shaped them and then painted them. They looked like girl fingernails
and I sort of shivered when I looked at them.

    She kept giving me the same thing when I'd protest. "Do you want
to go with me?" I kept having to answer that I did and she would
either nod or say, "Then you've got to be a girl.  We're getting
there."

    She gave me an old watch she'd been wearing, a little friendship
ring, and a necklace. She called it a chain and, I guess, that's what
it was. But it had a little bunch of circles on the end of it and I've
never seen a guy wear something like that.

    I thought that most everything was over and I didn't have anything
to worry about any more when she left and came back with an ice cube
and a needle. I couldn't believe it when she told me to just sit still
and put the ice on my earlobe. When she stuck it, it still hurt but
nothing like when she put one of her earrings through it.

    "I hope it heals up okay before tomorrow," she said as she did the
second ear. I know that some guys have an earring. But nothing like
these with little pearls on them. She said they were the only gold
posts she had and the others might get infected.

    Finally, she combed out my hair and kept fluffing it up around my
head and stuff. I thought she did that for a lot longer than
necessary. Then she told me to stand up and look in the mirror. I did
and almost fell over backwards with my surprise.

    I couldn't see myself. I mean, what I saw in the mirror was not
me! That's all there was to it. It wasn't me! It was ... I don't
know. It was someone totally different.

    There was no doubt. What I saw in the mirror was a girl. Really,
it was a young woman. A very pretty young woman. I looked into the
face, inspecting it minutely. Finally, I looked into the eyes and that
was the first time I recognized the person reflected there. The only
thing.

    It was sort of funny. The guy I knew myself to be was gone. That's
all there was to it. But the girl I saw in the mirror was
exciting. When I smiled at myself, it actually turned me on.  The girl
in the mirror was gorgeous.

    Then it struck me as funny. The guy I'd been just a little while
ago was a wimp. A loser.  Maybe nice but not much of a guy. No one,
anywhere would be particularly excited by him.

    But this girl! This girl! This was exciting! A lot of people would
be excited by this girl. A lot.

    "Amy," she said behind me as she looked over my shoulder at my
reflection in the mirror.  "Your name is Amy."

                          * * *

    "Becky told us you'd be coming," the girl said after she'd let us
in the door. "My name's Jo.  Short for Josephine. This is the living
room." I looked around at the hodge-podge of stuffed chairs, junkyard
couches, the well-worn TV, and the stereo that was now playing a heavy
metal song.

    I looked at the girl's bounding ass cheeks through the worn white
shorts that covered them.  Her bare feet padded on the hardwood floor
as she led the way into a dining room and then the kitchen.

    "We all take turns cooking and a couple of us clean up after
meals," she said to Michelle as I watched the way her heavy breasts
moved inside the bandanna top she barely wore. Her blond hair was
enticing as she swished her hair back and forth over her shoulders as
she talked and opened and closed cabinets.

    The sway of her hips was very enticing as we followed her up the
stairs with our suitcases.

    "This is my room," she said as she swept her spread arms around
the tiny bedroom. There was just room for a dresser and the unmade
bed. The top of the dresser was strewn with cosmetics, brushes, and
costume jewelry. "Mary has the big room across the hall and Doris has
the front bedroom. The big bathroom is over there"

    She led the way up the steep stairway to the third floor. She
pointed toward a closed door.

    "Pat and Phil -- Patricia and Phillis -- live there. This will be
your room." She opened the door and led the way in. It had a double
bed and a large dresser with a fogged mirror above it.  There was a
rod across one corner, suspended at one end from a chain. It held a
dozen hangers. The double bed was covered with a faded terrycloth
bedspread and had a slight swayed spot to the side away from the wall.

    "There's a little bathroom up here. Just a shower and the other
stuff." We nodded. It would be comfortable up here and at least we
wouldn't have to worry about being thrown out for lack of money.

    She turned toward the door and walked into the hall. "Come on down
when you get your stuff put away. The others ought to be getting home
in about an hour or so."

    Michelle opened the suitcase and carefully hung up her clothes. I
stuffed mine, filled with my own clothes, under the bed and then
helped her put the rest of her things in the dresser. It only took a
few minutes.

    "You want the inside or the outside?" she asked as she lay down on
the bed.

    "I don't care. Whatever."

    "Okay. You take the inside then. It's pretty comfortable."

    "This is going to be okay," I added.

    "Yeah. It's nice. If the other girls are okay, I think it'll be
great."

    I visited the bathroom, small but adequate and clean, before
returning to the bedroom.

    God, Michelle was appealing, laying there with her shoes kicked
off, her arms behind her neck, and her eyes closed. I took my time,
silently looking at her wonderful body. The tight jeans shaped to her
thighs and her prominent mons. The seam between her legs split her
labia and the swelled lips protruded on both sides of it through the
material.

    Her large breasts held up the front of her shirt in spite of
gravity's work on them. Her lips were shaped to a self-satisfied smile
that rose almost to her well defined cheekbones. Her blond hair spread
around her face on the pillow.

    She looked so beautiful and so vulnerable. I think I love her. As
I looked at her, she opened her beautiful blue eyes and looked
directly at me.

    "Are we ready to go downstairs?" she said as she sat up and
slipped her feet into her shoes again. I nodded as I watched.

                          * * *

    As we walked down the final set of stairs, the door burst open and
three chattering girls came through it. The black haired girl in a
short skirt and red blouse looked up at us.

    "Hi, Michelle. This must be your friend?" she said. The other two
girls looked up at us as well.

    "Hi, Doris," Michelle said. "My friend. Amy."

    "Nice to meet you, Amy. This is Pat and Phil." I looked at the two
brunettes -- one strikingly pretty and petite, the other not nearly so
pretty or well dressed. Both smiled prettily at us and stepped
forward.

    There was a flurry of greetings before they led the way into the
living room and fell into chairs. The black haired girl sat in one of
the stuffed chairs with her legs spread and flopped her head back on
the back of it.

    "How was work?" someone asked as Michelle and I found an open
place to sit on one of the couches.

    "Fine," Doris said and the other two girls reflected that
statement.

    "Pat and Phil are salesgirls at the boutique in the mall," Jo said
for our benefit. "Doris works for a law office. Merrill, Merrill,
Stock, and Paul." All the girls, I could see, were older than Michelle
and I, with Phil, the plainest of the group, the oldest. Probably in
her late 20's.

    The door opened again and shut quickly.

    "Hi everybody," a voice said. I looked around at the most
stunningly beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her dark hair was pulled
back at the side of her gorgeous face into a tight bun at the back of
her head. Her eyes were dark and luminous, her lips shiny red and
pouting. Her body was long and lithe, perfect for the very short skirt
and fluffy blouse she wore. She had the longest legs I think I've ever
seen and, maybe, the flattest chest. A perfect model's shape and look.

    "Hi Mary," everyone echoed before she found a seat near me.

    "You must be Michelle," she said, leaning across me to shake
Michelle's hand.

    "This is Amy," Michelle said after she'd nodded at her name.

    "Amy," the girl said. "We heard about you. Did Jo get you set up
in your room okay?" We said yes and that it was very nice.

    "I don't know what we can contribute," Michelle said then.

    "Oh, don't worry too much," Mary said. "Everyone seems to find
something. Jo sort of takes care of the house. Pat and Phil bring in
some food money from the store and make nice clothes available to us
at wholesale. Doris gives us legal advice and, sometimes, some dates
with the lawyers." She smiled at that.

    "Are you a model?" I asked, sure I was right.

    "Uh huh. Just some local advertising stuff now but maybe some day
I'll hit it big. Who knows." She shifted. "What do you do?"

    I shrugged. "We just got here a couple of months ago. We've done a
couple of odd jobs, but that's about all. Mostly we've just been going
broke."

    "You're from Nebraska or something?" Doris asked.

    "North Dakota. That's worse." Everyone laughed with us.

    "What's in North Dakota?" one asked.

    "Nothing at all," Michelle said. "That's why we're here." There
was another round of laughter.

    "Parents? Friends?" Jo asked.

    "Huh uh. My parents are separated. My mom can't afford to feed me
and my brothers too.  My dad left for parts unknown," I answered.

    "My parents were killed," Michelle said then. "We never had many
friends but each other."  Everyone seemed to understand that.

    "What did you do before?" Phil asked pointedly.

    "We just went to school," Michelle said.

    "You ought to apply to the mall," Pat said. "They're always
looking for cute girls to work in the shops and all the stores share
the applications."

    "Okay," Mary said. "Who's turn is it to cook tonight?" Everyone
looked at her and smiled.

    "Yours," Jo said with a grin.

    "Oh, shit," Mary said then. "I hoped you'd forgotten. Well, okay."
She heaved herself upright with a tired effort and started for the
door.

    "Somebody turn on the news," Doris said. I got up and walked
through the doorway into the dining room and then to the kitchen. Mary
had her head in the refrigerator but looked around the door as I
entered.

    "Can I help?" I asked.

    "You bet," she said. "I'm a shitty cook and I hate to do it."

    "I'm pretty good," I said. I was. I'd been cooking at home quite a
bit before we left.

    "What is there?" I asked.

    "I don't know," she said. "Looks like some hot dogs. And some
potatoes. And some cans of shit over there in the cupboard."

    I opened the cupboard and saw a good supply of canned fruits and
vegetables and chose a couple of cans of corn.

    "You want to open those, I'll put some hot dogs on. Is there any
cornmeal and some canned chili?"

    "Yeah," she said. "Up there." She pulled out a couple of cans of
chili from a cupboard nearer her while I got the box of cornmeal. With
her help, fifteen minutes later we had cornbread in the oven, chili
warming on the stove, corn in a pot, and hot dogs in boiling water.

    As I put things together, I watched her beautiful long legs as she
bent over, knelt down, and otherwise worked to help. As I stirred
things, she leaned against a cupboard and smoked a cigarette as she
talked. I found out more about the living arrangement and the likes
and dislikes of the other girls from Mary. She claimed that she liked
having everyone around and that the place was really dull when even
one room was empty.

    The timer I'd set dinged and I took the steaming cornbread out of
the oven. Then we dished up the corn, hot dogs, and chili, carrying it
to the table in the dining room. Pat was there, just finishing setting
the table. She disappeared into the living room and said, "Soup's on!"
There was a stampede of girls into the room then.

    We passed the bowls of food around with every person doing
something different with the hot dogs, cornbread and chili. Some put
chili on the hot dogs. Some but chili on the cornbread. And some put
them all together. Only Jo didn't like hot dogs and passed on that
part of the meal. Everyone ate like they hadn't in weeks. I was
pleased.

    "We have Amy to thank for this," Mary said. "You all know that if
I'd done it, it would have been hot dogs and buns and that's it."
Everyone agreed with her, chiding her lack of expertise in the kitchen
pleasantly. "From now on, I don't go near the kitchen unless Amy is
with me." Everyone agree loudly.

    Mary went back into the kitchen and reappeared with a large
package of Oreos. "I baked these last night," she said and everyone
played like she really had.

    Phil and Pat cleared the table and washed the dishes while the
rest of us went into the living room and watched television. They
returned to join us in about another 15 minutes.

    Everyone congratulated me on the meal, though it was a simple one
made from the things we'd found available in the kitchen. They also
took the opportunity to chide Mary on her lack of skills whenever they
could. Michelle looked a little out of sorts.

    "I can cook, too," she said finally.

    "As well as Amy?" Mary asked. She nodded. "All in favor of
Michelle cooking tomorrow night, raise your hand." It was
unanimous. There was at least an element of avoidance from everyone in
the vote but Michelle still seemed pleased.

    Michelle and I went up to the room when the 10 o'clock news came
on, neither of us interested in what was happening in the world. We
were exhausted from our move.

    "Here," she said, handing me a heavy nightgown as she rooted
around in the dresser drawer for a baby doll nightgown for
herself. "Never can tell who might come in. You'd better wear the bra,
too." I agreed and slid into the nightgown before climbing into
bed. Just as I did, there was a knock on the door.

    Michelle opened it to allow Mary to come in.

    "Thanks for rescuing me, Amy," she said with a smile. "I just
wanted to welcome you both.  I think you'll enjoy living here with
us."

    We thanked her and she returned to the still open door.

    "Do you think we could really get a job at the mall?" Michelle
asked.

    "I'm sure Pat and Phil can help you to make applications. There's
a pretty good chance anyway. They are always looking for girls. If
you're not too picky about the pay."

    "We just want to contribute something," I said as I lay under the
covers, leaning on one elbow.

    "Well, don't worry too much about it. Just doing some things
around here will be enough for a while. Maybe you could even take over
the cooking if you don't find some work. I'll give you a few bucks in
the morning to buy some groceries for the next couple of days."

    "That'd be fine," I said as she left and Michelle closed the door
behind her.

                          * * *

    Michelle turned the lights out before she crawled into the bed
next to me, laying on her side, facing away from me.

    "We've got to get you some more clothes," she whispered. "We'll
have to do with mine for a while but that can't last. I think you'd
better find a way to get rid of your jockey shorts tomorrow,
too. Maybe we can afford to get you some underwear that will hold you
that aren't too expensive."

    I agreed. It got quiet then for quite a while as I thought about
the day. Michelle turned toward me and put her hand on my stomach
under the covers.

    "You know, I think Pat and Phil are lovers," she said.

    "Lesbians?" I asked, startled.

    "Uh huh. They probably think we are, too."

    "Really? Why?"

    "Because of the way you look at me."

    "How do I look at you? I mean --"

    "Like you like me. A lot."

    "I do!" I stammered.

    "Of course. But it could be misinterpreted." I thought about it
for a while then turned and put my hand on her side. She hadn't moved
hers from my stomach until I turned.

    "Would that be bad?" I asked. She started to say something. "Would
it be bad if we were lovers?" That wasn't what she'd started to
answer, I thought. She didn't say anything.

    "I like you as a girl," she said without explanation. Then she
turned away from me again and allowed me to think about what she'd
said. I didn't know how to interpret it. I fell asleep thinking.


                            Chapter 2

Michelle WOKE ME early and sent me to the shower first. Letting me
look in the mirror so I could do it on my own later, she did my makeup
and hair for me again.

    Then she helped me to put on a pair of pantyhose, a skirt, blouse,
and low heeled shoes before replacing the pearl earrings with another
pair. The new holes in my earlobes were only slightly sore as she put
the posts of the dangly earrings in for me.

    We went downstairs and had coffee, toast and jelly before Doris
came down to join us.  Soon, Mary, Pat, and Phil had joined us and we
were told that Jo rarely got up before later in the morning. Mary gave
me $20 for food that I put in the purse Michelle had provided me.

    Pat, Phil, Michelle and I piled into their car and went to the
mall at 8 a.m. Since it opens at 9, they had time to take us to the
mall personnel office and introduce us to a stuffy little man who ran
the office before they went off to start work.

    We spent a half hour filling out the application forms that were
very light on experience and even education since we'd left school
before the end of the first semester. We were a long way from high
school degrees. The man took our applications and laid them down on
the desk in front of him before talking to us.

    "Okay ladies. What do you think you can offer an employer?" he
asked.

    "We're willing to work hard," I answered self-consciously.

    "You've got no experience and no education. What makes you think
you have the basic skills to do anything at all?" We just stared at
him. What did he want? We certainly couldn't get our high school
degrees for him and we couldn't get any work experience without his
okay.

    "We both know enough to make change," Michelle said.

    "We could sell clothes or ... whatever. We promise to work hard,"
I said. He started to say something else.

    "We wouldn't require a lot of salary," Michelle said. He smiled at
that.

    "The first positive thing you've said," he stated. "Because you
sure as hell won't get much of a salary." He frowned and looked at our
applications. "It's just a damn good thing the mall is hard up for
people right now," he said. "Otherwise, I'd just throw these away
right now and it'd be all over."

    He turned to a file cabinet and pulled out two folders. He put
both of them on the desk closest to us.

    "I don't much care which of you applies for which job," he
said. "The owners have the hiring and firing say. We just handle the
applications and the formal things like benefits and paychecks. The
names of the owners or managers are on the sheet of paper there at the
front.  Talk to them. They ought to be in their stores now."

    He turned away and we stood up, Michelle picking up the file
folders. We still knew we had work to do to get hired but at least it
looked a little better.

    "If nothing else," he said as we reached the door, "those short
skirts ought to help out. I don't see any other qualifications. But
those are nice." His face was nasty and I hoped never to see him
again. He was staring at my legs as we went out.

                          * * *

    Without even looking, Michelle handed me one of the folders and
looked at her own.

    "I'm going to the Hair Factory," she said. "How about you?"

    "Frederick's of Hollywood," I read.

    "Good luck." Her smile was devastating. I really loved her.

    "You, too," I said as we started down the center hallway of the
mall. The Hair Factory was three stores away from the hallway from the
personnel office. Michelle waved before walking into the door and
leaving me alone in the almost empty cavernous building.

    I had almost walked the length of the mall before I saw the
Frederick's of Hollywood sign and walked into the store. A very pretty
though somewhat hard looking woman stood behind a cash register as I
walked in. She looked up and slowly scanned me from top to bottom with
a knowing look.

    "Can I help you?" she said finally after returning to my face.

    "Yes. The personnel guy sent me to talk about a job here," I
said. She only nodded and held out her hand for the file and my
application.

    "Very well. Come with me," she said as she turned into a hallway
at the back of the store. I saw two partially mirrored dressing rooms
to the right of the door into the back before pushing the drape aside
to follow her. Behind the curtain was a room filled to the top with
brown wrappered packages on shelves. To one side was a desk covered
with papers. I recognized them as invoices.

    She sat down as I stood in front of the desk. She studied my
application for quite a while though I knew there wasn't that much on
it. My name, address and telephone number, the number of years of
school and that was about it.

    "What makes you think you could work here?" she asked.

    "Nothing, ma'am," I said. "I just need a job. I'm honest and I can
make change. That's all I've got."

    "That's better than half the people who've worked here," she
said. "Do you think you could show a little exuberance with customers?
Show them the clothes and things?"

    "Yes, ma'am."

    "That's the last time I want to be called ma'am. Understood?" she
asked looking at me with fire in her eyes.

    "Yes ... ah," I'd almost done it again.

    "You learn fast. Good." She looked me up and down again while I
looked at her. The blouse she wore was very low cut, dropping between
her breasts, the lace up either side of the opening. Even behind her
desk, I could see the hem of her extremely short skirt. She had great
legs and prominent breasts with a face and hair that made it all work
together fantastically.

    "So," she spit. "How long have you been a girl?" She looked
straight at me as my jaw dropped open.

    "What?" I moaned. Had she said what I thought she said?

    She leaned forward on her desk, giving me a good look down across
her chest, almost to the tips of her ample breasts. She was looking at
my application again.

    "Amy," she said matter-of-factly. "You are a boy, aren't you?" She
looked back into my eyes and I gulped, wondering if I should run or
what. I didn't say anything.

    "Listen," she said then. "A third of my business here is older
women looking for something to turn their uninterested husbands on
again. Another third is guys looking for something for their wives or
girlfriends to wear to turn them on. The other third is guys looking
for something to wear themselves. Understood? I know which third is
which as soon as they walk in the door."

    I gulped again and croaked out. "Is it ... that obvious?" I
asked. She sat back in the chair then and smiled at me. Then she shook
her head.

    "I had a feeling. But I would have believed you if you'd told me
you were a girl. You're very good. If it wasn't for your 'breasts,' I
wouldn't have known at all. Or even suspected." I looked down at my
chest.

    When I looked up again, she was looking into my eyes with a
sparkling smile.

    "Do you really want to work here?" she asked.

    "Yes, ma ..." I choked on the ma'am before I said it and she
smiled more broadly. "Yes.  Yes, I would."

    "What would you do to work here?" she asked pointedly.

    "I don't know. What would you want me to do?" She just smiled and
looked at me.

    "Turn around," she said and I did it, looking over my shoulder
until I couldn't any more and twisting my head around again quickly to
look at her again. She was looking at my body as I turned. She stood
up quickly as I completed my pirouette.

    "Okay. You can work here on two conditions. No three conditions."
I waited for her to continue. "First, you'll do everything I tell you
to do immediately and without question. Is that understood?"

    I nodded quickly.

    "Second," she walked across the packed storeroom to a shelf,
running her finger down the wrapped packages. "You'll wear these." She
pulled out a package, pulled off part of the brown wrapper, and pulled
out a thick plastic wrapped piece of silky material and handed it to
me. "And these." She took a few steps further and pulled out a large
box, looking into it.  "What size? C cup? B? C, I think." She pulled
out a box and handed it to me.

    Leading me back into the main showroom, she pulled a lacy bra and
panty set off the rack and handed them to me.

    "Okay. And third, if I ever catch you stealing from me, you're
done and will be prosecuted to the full extent of the
law. Understood?"

    "Yes, ma'am," I said before I thought. I tried to recover
quickly. "I mean, yes."

    "Try Gloria instead," she said. "I like it better than ma'am."

    "Yes --" I stumbled. "-- Gloria."

    "Now get changed. The doors will open in about 15 minutes."

    As she walked back to the cash register, I went into one of the
dressing rooms. Quickly, I ripped open the plastic wrapped package and
held the material in front of my eyes in an attempt to identify it. It
was a pair of lacy panties with a difference. The back of them had a
shaped piece of padding in each cheek.

    As quick as I could, I slipped out of the pantyhose and shoes and
into the panties. I stood up before I put the pantyhose back on and
felt the way the padded panties fit tight between my ass cheeks and
added to the size of my buns.

    Pulling my skirt back down, I stripped off my blouse, bra and the
stuffing panties inside it.  Then I put the new bra on and, leaning
from side to side, put the soft silicone-filled breast forms into the
cups of the bra. They were very cold at first but before I'd gotten my
blouse rebuttoned they were body temperature. I looked in the mirror
and smiled as I lifted and dropped them, to see them bounce in the
soft bra. They looked very real.

    I turned around and pulled the skirt tight across my butt and
looked at the way the padded panties made my bottom look. I felt
pretty and sexy. Something I never had before. I returned to the cash
register and Gloria.

    "Thank you, Gloria," I said, beaming at her.

    "You're welcome. Actually. The sales 'girls' I hire?" she waited
for my nod. "I do the same thing for them. People expect more than
real life when they come to this store. I just choose a little less
padding on top for them."

    For the next half hour, she showed me how to operate the cash
register and gave a guided tour of the store. Bra and panty sets were
near the front. Chemises and teddies on the other side of the door,
still at the front. Crotchless panties were in the display case below
the register. Body lotions and oils were in that case, too.

    Sexy nylons, spike heels and some other foot things were back near
the back of the room.  Lingerie (very sexy nightgowns) were in the
middle. Short and tight skirts and see-through blouses were on the
other side. She pointed out where the larger sizes of all these things
were in spite of the smaller sizes being displayed most prominently.

    The mall had now been open for quite a while, with people walking
up and down through the center corridor.

    A tight-lipped businesswoman strode into the store then. Gloria
nudged me into action, saying, "Your first test, young lady. Let's see
how you do?"

    I walked to the woman as she stopped, looking at the panty and bra
sets.

    "Could I help you?" I asked.

    "Yes. I'm looking for something for my boss's wife. A birthday or
something. What would you suggest?" I thought. What would fill the
bill. First there was the question of what the boss's wife would want
and then the question of what the boss would want. They were probably
different. I thought the boss would probably like something from this
store and the wife would probably prefer a nice scarf or new coat or
even a designer dress instead.

    "Who are we trying to please, miss?" I asked. She looked at me
funny. "The boss or the boss's wife?"

    "Oh. I see what you mean," she said with a grin. "All I have to do
is please the boss." Now we had a shared secret.

    "In that case, how big is the boss's wife? Tiny, medium, or
portly?" The woman laughed out loud.

    "Mostly on the portly side, I'd say. Size 16."

    "Do you think this is an intimate occasion or is it just to get
the event over with?" I asked.

    "Oh, he loves his wife. I think if I could engineer an intimate
occasion, I might make some points." She was smiling broadly at me
then.

    "Panties and bras are a woman's pleasure," I stated. "Lingerie is
for the two of them to enjoy."

    "You're right. How about a peignoir?" I wasn't sure what that was
and looked quickly at Gloria as I led the woman further into the
store. She surreptitiously pointed at the rack directly in front of
the cash register. The lingerie rack. With that lead, I quickly showed
the woman half a dozen shortie nightgown and flowing, lacy cover
combinations.

    We finally decided on white with little pink bows around the
neckline and a pink ribbon tie at the front. An $80 set. I laid the
peignoir on the counter by the cash register and returned to the woman
as she looked at the peignoir sets.

    "For you," I said, "it should be a lacy panty and bra set that you
could know about even under the most businesslike suit. Or maybe some
crotchless panties for your boyfriend. Or a teddy."

    She grinned at me as if I were one of her best friends.

    "How about all three?" I asked and half an hour later, she was
paying for two teddies, two bra and panty sets, and a peignoir in
addition to the one for the boss's wife." Gloria beamed at me as she
moved away from the register to let me charge up the sale.

    It was almost an hour before another customer came into the store
and this time, my coercion didn't work. She was looking for something
for herself but thought all of our things were too risque.

    I sold two pairs of thigh high nylons to a woman who wanted
something sexy that didn't cost much. After school, I sold a half
dozen lacy bras to two high school girls who didn't look like they
could really fill them yet. I sold them some cheap padded breast forms
to help fill them out and wondered how much their mothers would hate
them when they found them.

    Everything dropped off from about 5 to 6 and then picked up again
after everyone had their dinner. Gloria gave me money for hamburgers
and I stopped at the Hair Factory to see Michelle on the way by. At
the time, she was just finishing doing a manicure on some old lady.
She told me she was doing manicures, pedicures, and taking care of the
register and appointment book. She seemed happy.

    I got the hamburgers and enjoyed three young guys who followed me
back to the store after I'd bought them. We ate at the counter while
we talked. She seemed happy with my work during the day. After we'd
eaten, she said she had some paperwork to do in the back and left me
to wait on customers.

    After my dinner, I waited on several groups of high school aged
girls and three or four couples shopping together. I had reasonably
good luck with the couples and better luck with the girls who all
seemed to want the same thing -- big tits without waiting.

    The business dropped off again the closer it got to closing
time. Then the man came in.

    He was a small, middle-aged man who walked all around the store,
touching and looking at everything while I finished with another
customer. When she had left, I went to the man and asked if I could
help.

    "Ah," he said, looking very nervous. "Yes. I, ah, don't know very
much about sizes.  Women's sizes, you know." I nodded and waited. "I,
ah, want to buy something for my, ah, girlfriend." He was a terrible
liar.

    Thanks to Gloria, I'd learned a lot about sizes during the
day. I'd started guessing women's sizes as they shopped and, by now,
could guess very close. I also knew my own sizes now.

    "Can you describe her?" I asked.

    "Well, she's my size. About a 30 waist." I guessed that to be
pretty close to his waist size.  "A, ah, 36 chest."

    "What cup size? Do you know?"

    "Probably, ah, say C?" He wouldn't meet my eyes and was actually
sweating.

    "Let me show you some things, then," I said and started with the
panty and bra sets. He liked them all but settled for one lacy white
set. As I showed him the teddies, I spoke softly to him. "For you,
sir?" His head bounded up and his mouth fell open as he looked at me
but I didn't try to meet his eyes this time.

    "Ah, yeah," he whispered.

    "Okay. That's much easier then. For one thing, we can try some
things on to make sure they're right." The blood drained out of his
face at that. "The dressing rooms are very private and I don't think
there's going to be much more business tonight."

    I guided him toward the corsets that would shape his waist
somewhat and provide solid support for breast forms. He picked one
out. I told him about the silicone breast forms and he seemed
nervously interested. I went to the back and, as quickly as I could,
chose a pair the right size and returned to him with a wink at
Gloria. Looking at the price tag on them was the first time I'd seen
how expensive they are.

    I put all his prospective purchases in a dressing room and
returned to him.

    "Now shoes and stockings," I said. "What's the size?"

    "My size?" he stuttered. I nodded. He gulped and told me. I showed
him half a dozen pairs of shoes I thought would be the right size
since I knew the women's sizes would be a little larger than the men's
sizes.

    "Sheer pantyhose? Opaque? Or maybe thigh high?" He chose thigh
high and opaque. I showed him the trying room and securely shut the
door behind him as he went in.

    As I stood behind the cash register, I knew a little of what he
was feeling as he tried on the silky material. I wanted to do some of
that at another time. I could imagine him standing in those spike
heels for the first time. It was vicariously exciting.

    It was nearly a half hour later when he came back to the register
and told me he'd take everything. He seemed much less nervous and very
happy. When he put everything beside the register so I could tally it
up, the panties were missing. I mentioned it softly and he pulled a
corner of them out of his sports coat pocket to show me but pushed
them back in immediately.  He'd beat off in the panties. I just knew
it.

    The total price was enormous, as far as I was concerned. But he
happily paid for it in cash.  He smiled and even waved as he left the
store. I told him to come back again and he said that I should plan on
it.

    Almost the minute he left, Gloria came to me and hugged me.

    "You were perfect," she said. "Darling, we're going to make a mint
working together.

    "I'll tell you what. I'm going to come in at 9 tomorrow to open
for you but you'll have it until 5. I'll come back in about 4 or so
and stay to closing. To start, I'll pay you minimum wage for a salary
and give you 10 percent of what you sell. Okay?" I nodded. "I want you
to work all the weekdays because that's when most of the guys come in
-- during the day, during the week. And, if you can, about four hours
in the morning Saturdays. I'll take Sundays.  Okay?"

    I smiled and nodded happily.

    "Oh, and 40 percent off of anything you buy, including the stuff
you're wearing now. Okay?  Pay me when you get paid. What you can
afford."

    I agree immediately, of course. I was wondering how I'd ever be
able to afford the expensive breast forms.

    I met Michelle as she left her hair place. She too would be
working 9 to 5 for minimum wage and tips from the manicures and
pedicures. We were set up.

    The girls at the house were excited with our good fortune but,
momentarily, pissed that I hadn't bought food for dinner. When I
produced a big sack of hamburgers and fries, they forgave me even
though they weren't as hot as when I bought them.


                            Chapter 3

THOUGH TIRED FROM my first extended day of work, I got up happily the
next morning, dressed with Michelle's help, and, with Pat and Phil,
went to work. The day seemed to whiz by as I took care of a slow but
steady customer load.

    The remainder of the week went along in the same way with the half
day Saturday almost like a holiday.

    Michelle and I had worked out what our share should be for our
food and housing with Mary and Doris, who we found acted as a sort of
house referee and manager. I had the majority of my Saturday paycheck
left over when I subtracted my share. Actually, the 10 percent
commission I had been getting all through the week more than paid for
that share.

    Being a woman now, I went straight to Pat and Phil's store before
leaving the mall. They'd told me to stop by but they hadn't told me
the deal they could work with me until I got there and started looking
at clothes.

    "Amy. You pick out some things and Pat or I will buy it for you
with our employee discount and bring it home for you," Phil said. They
seemed to be pleased they could do it for me and I was really happy it
would cost so much less.

    Since I'd already picked out a couple of panty and bra sets, and a
peignoir for myself at Frederick's during the week, I stuck to a
couple of really neat dresses and some skirts and blouses.

    I'd bought bras that exactly fit my breast forms since I had time
during the week to try them in several until I found some that were
perfect. That meant that they could be really lacy without fear of
discovery. And now, because they were so good, I could buy any blouse
or dress I wanted whose necklines didn't fall below the top and straps
of my bras.

    I'd also picked panties or teddies and pantyhose that gave me the
right support so I didn't have to worry about showing in any
skirt. I'd even tried on a pair of Michelle's shorts and a pair of her
jeans and found that if they weren't tight between the legs, I could
wear them. I didn't really like tucking in, as we called it, but I
could do it if I needed to. It was just a lot more comfortable if I
tucked down in pantyhose or just stayed straight in loose-fronted
things.

    I worked hard at not getting turned on, that prevented a lot of
problems, but sometimes, like shopping, I knew it was going to happen
and prepared in a bathroom before I started.

    Michelle showed me a nurse's trick she'd heard about from an aunt
or somebody. You just flick it at the base with one finger if you are
getting hard, and it goes away. She said nurses do that all the
time. It sure worked the couple of times I needed it in the store.

    The longest skirt I chose at Pat and Phil's was about 20 inches
long and had a little slit in the side. The shortest one I picked was
probably about 16 inches. I had to check that one in the mirror while
I was sitting down to make sure I wouldn't show in the tucked down
position.  I didn't but I think I'd better do something else if I
think I might get excited wearing it.

    One of the dresses is a nylon thing that's really lightweight so
it feels like I'm not wearing anything and is cut right down to the
top of my bra. The other one is really fine off-white lace that covers
my arms and all the way around my neck but is almost see-through. The
skirt has a little built-in half slip.

    I tried on all the Frederick's shoes during the week but all of
them have too high heels. I'm not that good with high heels yet
anyway. But these were silly, they were so high.

    After I left Pat and Phil's, I went to the shoe store and got a
pair of white street pumps that have a sharp toe but no sides or heel
backs with a little ankle strap that holds them on. Then I got a pair
of black patent leather ones, too. They have about 3 inch heels that
aren't too high but are more than my work shoes.

    Next week I'll start buying a little costume jewelry so I can wear
something besides Michelle's.

    When I stopped to talk to Michelle at the Hair Factory, she
introduced me to a bunch of the girls that work there. One of them,
Marjorie, wants to do my hair and said she'd do it at the end of the
day some day so she wouldn't have to charge me full price. That way I
can get a real perm and a hairstyle done by a real professional.

                          * * *

    Bob came in this afternoon again. He's been in two or three times
since I helped him that first night to buy more stuff. Each time, he's
a lot less nervous even though one of the times there were some women
in the store. He still looked around until they left, instead of
running out or something, and bought a bra before he left.

    He told me he was wearing the panties all the time now and that
he'd even bought some for everyday at the J. C. Penney store. He said
he wore a teddy to work one day and nobody said anything but he felt
like everyone could see it through his shirt so he won't do that
again.

    He also said he'd bought a long wig the same color as his hair and
that it really felt neat to wear it. I guess he has his own apartment.

                          * * *

    I think the third morning, I did my own makeup and, after Michelle
said I did okay, have been doing it every day since. One day after
work, I went to the big department store that anchors one end of the
mall. They had a woman at the cosmetics counter that was doing color
tests and showing how to take advantage of your best features.

    She said I was a "spring", I guess because of my green eyes, and
showed me my best colors. I spent about an hour with her showing me
all the best ways to do eye shadow, blush, contour shading, lipstick,
and all the rest of the stuff. I ended up getting the smallest bottles
of stuff I could for daytime and, next week, she's going to help me
with nighttime makeup and I'll buy some of it, too.

    I think it'd be funny if I got better at it than Michelle. I don't
think I will though since the Hair Factory has a cosmetics woman, too,
who's promised her to show her some things. She's a "winter" blond
because of her really light skin and blue eyes. Her hair's almost
white instead of being sort of dishwater blond like mine.

                          * * *

    The girls at the house have all been really super. They made us
feel comfortable right away.  Phillis is probably the least
friendly. She seems like she's almost jealous whenever somebody talks
to Pat. The other night, we were all watching TV and I was sitting on
the couch next to Pat. Well when Phil came in, she sat right down
between us even though it was a little close and there was an empty
chair right on the other side of me.

    She doesn't like the bean bag stuff chairs anyway. She says it
makes her feel like she's sitting on the floor.

    Mary, who looks a bunch more high class than the rest of us, just
plops into those stuff chairs like nothing. Even if sitting like that
pulls her short skirts up to her panties, she just crosses her ankles
or her knees and goes ahead and sits there. Sometimes, she turns her
legs to the side and sits on them or something.

    I think she's about the coolest woman of the bunch. She doesn't
let being a woman go to her head. And she sure doesn't rub in the fact
that she's a model while the rest of us are just salesgirls and stuff.

    Doris was made to be an executive secretary like she is. I mean,
she just naturally takes over all the details. Mary sort of sets
general policy but Doris takes care of everything from there.

    Jo just takes life easy. She does clean up the house during the
day. Everywhere but the rooms that are everybody's own
responsibility. Mostly Jo just watches TV or goes out with some of her
friends.

    Pat is probably the sweetest girl in the place and is always a
pretty quiet lady. I mean that in a good way. She really is a
lady. Mostly, when I ask her a question or something, Phil pops in
with the answer and Pat just smiles and agrees. I think she lets Phil
run over her too much. But I guess everyone is comfortable with
different things.

    Last night though, I think I heard Pat and Phil doing something
together. I hadn't fallen asleep right away and after a while, I heard
some talk and then some moaning and stuff. I really do think they're
lesbians now, and that they were making love to each other.

    It doesn't bother me any. After all, I'm not everything that the
people here think I am either.

                          * * *

    This week, as well as filling out my wardrobe some and finishing
my makeup lessons and getting my hair done right, each of the girls
came into the store.

    Mary and Doris bought really sexy underthings and were excited
about having that secret under their work clothes. Mary, of course,
has modeled a lot of underwear and stuff so sexy stuff is nothing
new. But I still thought it was pretty funny to know these women, in
their classy outfits, had my kind of underwear on underneath.

    I'll bet if Doris's bosses knew, they'd freak out since she's the
one with the longer skirts and suits and everything. She bought a
garter belt and crotchless panties, too. They'd really freak at that,
I'll bet.

    Jo came in, too, and got a bunch of stuff. After I told Gloria
what I was doing, I bought the stuff for her on my employee discount,
like Pat and Phil did for me.

    Pat and Phil came in, too, and I did the same thing for them. Pat
was sort of embarrassed but she bought some really sexy underthings
and a dildo. We don't put those out in a display case or anything but
anybody who buys the catalogue knows the store sells them.

    It was a little gold headed vibrator, really, but it's shaped like
a penis. She's sort of bashful and said it was to massage out the sore
muscles she gets in her legs from standing all day. I don't
know. Maybe that's the truth.

    Phil came in a different time and bought a set of the really
provocative leather underwear that has the chains and stuff on it and
a split between the legs and little snap on covers for the nipples on
the top part. She also bought the first pair of those really high
leather boots that anybody has since I worked here. They're really
expensive so I checked specially with Gloria before I put that on my
employee discount.

    She came back later and bought a black corset with garters on it
and black nylons. The spike heels I thought were tacky but she likes
them. I've sold quite a few of those to women so I guess maybe I don't
know what I'm talking about.

                          * * *

    Bob came in two days this week. Well, I sort of made him come back
the second time because the first time, he asked me if he could make
dinner for me Saturday. I wanted to talk to Michelle first and, since
she thought it was okay, I told him okay when he came back the second
time.

    I took my shower after work Saturday and spent extra time doing my
hair and makeup.  Then I dressed in my lace dress for the first time
out. It really was a date, after all, and I wanted to look as pretty
as I could. I even did my nighttime makeup for the first time.

    I was ready and sitting in the living room watching TV with Jo,
Michelle, and Doris when the doorbell rang. Jo answered the door and
made Bob come in to the living room just like a kid picking up a date
or something. He was a little embarrassed but let me introduce him to
everyone before we left.

    It was pretty neat to have a guy walk close to me with his hand in
the middle of my back to guide me to his car and then open the door
for me. It made me feel like a real lady for the first time. I'd
gotten a little use to being just "one of the girls" at the house. But
this was different and nice.

    We drove quite a ways before he pulled into the parking lot of an
apartment house and came around the car to open the door for me
again. He guided me again up to his apartment on the top of the
building. I was impressed. It's a beautiful place and very expensive.

    He put on some music first and then showed me his balcony. Through
a pair of sliding glass doors, the balcony looks out over the city and
even has a little bit of a view of the bay, though there are some
other buildings in the way.

    That sort of told me that he's pretty well off but that he's not a
millionaire or anything like that.

    He asked me if I wanted a drink and I said I did but I didn't know
what, that I didn't drink very much. Actually, this would be my first
drink. He suggested white wine and that sounded okay and tasted even
better.

    He wanted me to sit down or look at the view from the balcony or
something but I followed him to the kitchen instead. It was pretty
messed up but was clean and very modern.  Different from the house
where all the appliances were usable but pretty old and just white.
His were all black fronts and shiny chrome. He even had a butcher
block built right into the top of the cupboard where he could work.

    I watched him stir some sauce and put on spaghetti. Then he cut up
vegetables for a salad while garlic bread heated up. While he got the
spaghetti and sauce to the table, I took the garlic bread and salads.

    He held my chair for me before he sat down. Then he poured red
wine for both of us even though I'd just finished my white wine. I
tried to remember my manners while I wolfed down two helpings of
spaghetti, all my salad with Italian dressing, and about four pieces
of garlic bread. Somehow, I made it through without getting splatters
of sauce all over my new dress.

    He asked if I wanted ice cream but I was finally too full to hold
anything more. So we sat at the table for a little while and just
talked as we finished the last of the bottle of wine.

    Finally he got really serious looking and said, "You know what I
am, right Amy?"

    "No. What?" I asked innocently.

    "You know the things I buy from you at Frederick's. You know I
like to wear those things."

    "Yeah," I said. Of course I knew that. I thought he meant
something different.

    "That makes me a transvestite." I'd never heard the word before
but it didn't bother me. I didn't know what I'd been doing had a
name. "Some people call it cross-dressing."

    "Yeah, maybe," I said then, a little irritated with the feeling I
was getting that he thought it was bad or something. I sure
didn't. "But girls dress in guys' clothes all the time. What's wrong
with that?"

    He grinned at me.

    "You are a very unusual person," he said. "Most people think of
this as a kind of perversion." I thought about it. I guessed it was
true but it didn't seem right to me.

    "Do you like it? To dress in panties and things?" I asked. He
nodded and smiled at me as he held his wine glass in both hands. "Do
you do bad things because of it?"

    "No," he said pointedly. "I've read up on it quite a lot. There
hasn't been a recorded case of a cross dresser doing anything wrong or
bad. I don't know. Maybe more of them have homosexual affairs or
something. But the information about it says that isn't as likely as
with the rest of the populace."

    "Then, if it doesn't hurt anybody and you sure aren't going around
telling everybody about it, what does it matter?" It seemed obvious to
me.

    He laughed loudly. "Okay, Amy. I'm at least convinced that you
don't care. I wish that no one else did. But," he seemed to think,
"maybe that's part of the draw of the thing. The chance for
discovery. The excitement of it."

    "I think that if anyone else knew, they probably wouldn't even
care," I said.

    "My dear old mother would," he said with a little grin.

    "How do you know? Have you asked her?" He roared his laughter
then.

    "You're wonderful, Amy," he said with twinkling eyes. "You really
make me feel quite normal."

    "Good," I said. "Shall we do the dishes?" I started to pick up my
plate and he put up his hand.

    "No way. You can help me clear the table and that's
all. Understood?" I nodded my agreement and then slid my chair back
and picked up some dishes. It took three trips each and about five
minutes to clear the table and clean off the tablecloth.

    "Amy?" he said finally as he watched me finish the clean-up. "I
have a favor to ask."

    "So ask," I said.

    He hemmed and hawed around for a while until I wondered what he
wanted. Then he finally seemed to get his courage up and opened his
mouth. It still stuck for a minute.

    "Amy, would you help me?" I couldn't figure what he meant and I'm
sure I was looking at him strangely.

    "Help me to dress and ... ah, make up and ... you know."

    "You mean to dress as a woman?" I asked. It seemed strange that he
would be this nervous with me after all the things I'd sold him, but
he still was.

    "You mean hold your dress or what?"

    "No, no," he said quickly with his hands in front of himself. "I
know how to get dressed. I just don't know anything about makeup and
how to act and . . . you know. Be a woman for a little while. Just a
little while."

    "Oh," I said, dismissing it with a wave. "Just that? I thought you
wanted something big." I had been worried that he wanted to make love
to me or something and I didn't know how to react to that for
sure. "Do you have makeup and stuff?"

    He nodded.

    "Well, go get it and lets work here at the table where we can
see. Okay? Do you have a hand mirror or something so you can see what
to do?" He was smiling and almost bounded between me and the door to
his bedroom. Finally he made his decision and went through the
door. In a moment, he was back with an armload of cosmetics, a makeup
mirror, and a towel.  He took off his sports coat and shirt and sat
down in his teeshirt at the end of the table nearest me.

    For the next hour, I told him how to put mascara and lipstick and
eye shadow and stuff on.  I kept telling him how lucky it was that I'd
had my lessons from the cosmetics lady at the Sears store the week
before. I got done finally and he seemed to think he could do it again
if he had to. I knew from experience that it would take a few times
before he got it looking as good as this again.

    I sent him off to the bedroom to get dressed and went through his
tapes and CD's to see what I liked. I picked out a couple of things
and started a CD before he returned.

    "Wow!" I said, maybe a little stronger than I really felt. But
he'd done a pretty good job of picking out clothes. His skirt was
longer than I like and the red blouse was too complete a cover for me,
but he looked pretty good. With his wig on, his face didn't look as
much like a mask as it had before. "I think maybe we got a little too
much mascara on. But other than that you look great!"

    "Thanks," he said breathlessly, his smile and blush showing
plainly. He did look good. Like an older woman, maybe 30 or something.

    "I think your voice has to be higher," I said. "Try it." He did
and sounded phoney. "No.  Lower but real quiet maybe. Like Marilyn
Monroe or something."

    He turned sideways to me and slid his hand down his hip almost to
his knee. "Come up and see me some time," he moaned. More phoney but
at least it was funny.

    "Okay, sit down and cross your legs," I said, smiling at his funny
walk in the high heels he was wearing. The dress was all spangly with
sequins and really ugly. But his shape was right.  His walk was really
phoney, too. Too forced.

    He sat down in an upholstered chair and crossed his legs right but
cringed in pain. I bet myself that he'd tucked it between like I had
to sometimes. And that hurt if you weren't real careful.

    "What's wrong?" I asked innocently.

    "I just crushed something I would have rather not crushed," he
said.

    "I'll bet you put you penis back between your legs," I said. He
flushed and nodded. "It would probably be more comfortable if you just
pointed it down inside your pantyhose or maybe you could get away with
it normal with this heavy dress."

    He got up and walked gingerly across the room and back into the
bedroom. He'd hardly left when he returned, walked to the chair, and
sat down again, crossing his legs at the knee.

    "Thanks. That's better."

    "Okay. Now, if you want to look like a feminine woman, when you
walk, take shorter steps and try to walk one foot in front of the
other in a line ..."

    I suggested things to him for more than an hour. He listened and
then tried things like walking and talking and shaking hands and all
sorts of things. Every time he moved, I'd think of something else. It
surprised me a lot that I actually knew all these things and did them
without thinking about it at all. Michelle had given me a little bit
of training but not on hardly any of the things Bob and I talked
about.

    Finally, I thought that I'd passed on all the information I could
without watching how he applied it and stopped.

    "Would you show me your clothes?" I asked after a minute. I
wondered if he just had bad taste, like this sequined dress, or if he
had been trying to show me something I didn't understand.

    Following my advice on how to walk and move, he led the way into
his bedroom. It was a beautiful room with satin sheets on the bed and
nice furniture. The dresser was huge. He walked to it and showed me
two drawers full of things he'd bought from me in the last two weeks,
along with a few other things he must have gotten before.

    Then he went to one of the his and hers closets and opened the
doors. There were four pairs of shoes, including some I'd sold him,
laying on the floor. Three other dresses hung there -- a lace one like
the one I was wearing, a white sweater dress, and a short, low-cut
leather dress.

    "Nice," I said. What he had was okay maybe but nobody would wear
any of these outfits out anywhere but a really wild place like a disco
or something. Maybe to a fancy restaurant where everyone wears
tuxedos. I didn't know about that. He probably had a couple of dozen
nightgowns and a whole drawer stuffed with panties and bras and
teddies.

    I thought he rarely got as far as putting on a dress but mostly
just liked the underthings.

    "Bob? You told me you were wearing panties sometimes to work." He
nodded.  "Sometimes, you wear nighties to bed, too, right?" He nodded
again and crossed his arms. He was wondering what my point was, I
think.

    "But you never wear anything else out of your apartment, do you?
These dresses don't look like you've even worn them," I noted.

    "Yeah. I've worn them a couple of times each. To watch TV and eat
dinner and that sort of thing. But that's all."

    "Do you like women dressed in these kinds of things?" He looked at
the dresses and sort of nodded.

    "But, Bob. I've never seen anyone wear dresses like this except
for the sweater dress. And, I guess, your lace dress is a lot like the
dress I'm wearing except it's fancier."

    "Yeah, I guess you're right."

    "What I'm asking, I guess, is what would you wear if we went out
together sometime?" I let the question hang in the silent room.

    He gulped nervously like he had when I first met him in the
store. His hands fluttered.

    "I-I never --"

    "You never planned to go out, did you?" I asked.

    "Huh uh," he stumbled.

    "What would you do if I wanted to go out with you?" He actually
wrung his hands like they do in the old movies when they're really
scared or nervous.

    "I don't know," he finally sputtered out.

    "Well, I guess you better come in to the mall the beginning of the
week, sometime during the day when the business is light, and I'll
take you to the store that Pat and Phil work in so you can pick out
some clothes you could really wear."


                            Chapter 4

I'D TALKED TO Pat Sunday as we watched TV alone for a few minutes and
told her about Bob. She thought it was funny that a guy would want to
dress up like a girl but she didn't really care.

    Bob was there at 9, when the mall opened and, luckily, before
Gloria had left. He was carrying a briefcase in one hand like I'd told
him to. I asked her to watch the store for just a few minutes and that
I'd be right back. She agreed with no problem since she had a couple
of things to do before she planned to leave anyway.

    When we got to the store, Phil was setting up the register and I
introduced Bob to Pat. He was back to being really nervous again like
the first time he'd been in my store.

    "I think she's a 10 petite," he said. Pat looked him up and down.

    "No," she said. "I think she's probably more long waisted. Maybe a
10 regular or even a 12." She didn't wait for anything else but went
to the dress rack and chose a couple of 10's and a 12 and headed for
the dressing room at the back.

    Bob just stood frozen next to me as we watched her.

    "That's your cue," I said. "You need to try on some things for
size and then you can look for what you want to buy at your leisure."
I'd never seen a man so pale and frightened. I was afraid he was going
to run out of the store any minute.

    So I put my arm in his and walked back to the back of the store
with him. Pat met us there.

    "Take your time," she said, "and when you're ready just say so and
I'll come and check on the sizes for you. Okay?" He nodded nervously
and shut himself in the dressing room.

    I'd told him to put his breast forms and a bra in the briefcase so
he could really try on the clothes. I heard the briefcase open so I
guess he'd done that.

    "He's sort of cute," Pat said.

    "Yeah, he's a nice guy," I replied. "Even more, he's a super
customer. I'll bet he's spent $1000 or more in my place in the last
couple of weeks. And if you're nice, he'll probably spend even more in
here."

    "I meant as a guy," she said then with a grin. I hadn't really
thought about him that way, I guess. I shrugged.

    "Well, he makes wonderful spaghetti." I heard the door open behind
where we were standing and his nervous voice.

    "I guess I'm ready." I followed Pat back to the little room and
watched her pull the door all the way open and Bob's
flush. Businesslike, she didn't even look at him but only at the dress
and how it fit.

    "That's the 10, right?" she said. He'd taken the time to put on
pantyhose and heels as well as the bra, I saw. She pulled at sleeves
and put her fingers on the sides of his waist and on his hips. Then
she pulled a little at the bodice. "We'll have to be careful
here. You're a little bigger at the top than I expected. Okay, try on
the others."

    She shut the door behind her and I saw that Bob was now looking at
the dress instead of at Pat's reaction to him in it.

    "He's got a nice shape," she said to me. "Better than I'd
expected. Those tits feel like the real thing."

    "We only sell the best," I noted for her with a grin. She laughed
softly.

    The door opened again and he stood in one of the other dresses.

    "That's what I thought," Pat said as she again inspected
him. "See, Amy. It's too tight across the top and the waist is a
little high, too. I think the sleeves would be better longer, too.  I
think we'll be safer with 12's. Would you try it on, please?"

    He pulled the door shut behind her.

    "So, is he taking you out or something?" she said.

    "Yeah, sort of. I told him I'd take him out if he had something
decent to wear that wasn't outrageous."

    "Take him out? Oh. Like this?"

    "Uh huh. You ought to see the dresses he had
before. Leather. Sequins. Ugly!" I wrinkled my nose.

    "I imagine. But you're going out with him while he's dressed as a
woman?"

    "Sure. Why not?" She only giggled.

    "What if you get caught? Won't that be embarrassing?" I just
shrugged. It really hadn't crossed my mind.

    "Okay," he said from behind us. Pat again went to him.

    "Yeah. That's much better. Okay. If you want to come out, we'll
look at the 12's for something you'd like." He blanched again and
turned back to the dressing room.

    "I think I better change first," he said nervously.

    "Oh, yeah. Of course," Pat said. She was playing this
perfectly. Just matter-of-fact.  Nothing unusual. He ducked back into
the dressing room.

    Pat and I walked up to the rack of 12's and started looking
through it. In about a minute, he came up behind us in his sports coat
and pants. I was sure now that he was in good hands.

    "Now what would she like," Pat said. "This one is nice ..."

    "Bye, Bob. Pat. See you later. I have to get back to the store."
They both waved and Bob nodded with a blush and a big smile.

                          * * *

    About an hour later, Bob walked in the store with bags hanging
from both hands.

    "What'd you get," I asked. He was beaming.

    "Everything!" he whispered in a bubbly voice. "Dresses, blouses,
skirts, slacks. I even got a party dress." He quickly held up his hand
to stop my comment. "You'll like it. No sequins." I smiled. "Now I'm
off to the shoe store. I have to get something besides all those spike
heels.  But I needed to ask you what my size is. I was too scared to
notice when I bought them."

    I told him and watched him bound out of the store and down the
mall, swinging his bags.

                          * * *

    One of the girls from the store next to mine and I had an
agreement about covering for each other during lunch breaks. She took
over and I went down to talk to Pat and Phil.

    "Well?" I asked.

    "Thanks, Amy. He's a great customer!" Pat said.

    "I think he's a pervert," Phil added with a frown. "But what the
hell. Anybody who spends 2500 bucks is a great customer. Right? I
don't have to agree with who's going to wear the clothes."

    "Ah, he's a nice guy, Phil," I said. "Give him a break."

    "No problem. If he brings his checkbook, I'll greet him like a
long lost brother anytime he wants to come in the store."

    We laughed and talked for quite a while. Then I saw a really wide
belt like I've been looking for and bought it. They winked and said
they'd bring it home with them. Discount again. I was pleased.

    I wondered a little what Phil would think if she knew the girl in
the next room was really a guy. It made me smile as I went back to the
store.

                          * * *

    Bob was the topic of conversation at the dinner table that
night. I was really more than a little bit surprised at the reactions
to Phil's expose of Bob's shopping trip.

    Michelle, of course, said it seemed okay to her and Mary didn't
think it was a big deal at all.  She said she'd known a model who was
really a guy and that he'd been very good. He just wouldn't do panty
modeling. Everyone laughed at that. She said he had bigger breasts
that she does and that he'd been taking some kind of hormones to do
that.

    Doris said her attorneys had helped some guy who wanted to become
a girl completely and that it had been a really complicated thing to
do. Something about having to change all kinds of things, including
his name, formally in court. She didn't express an opinion on what she
thought about the guy.

    Jo was like Phil. Outraged that a man would want to wear women's
clothes. She thought it was perverted like Phil had said in the store.

    "I thought he was cute," Pat said. "He was cute as a guy and then,
when he tried on the cocktail dress I sold him, he looked great as a
woman, too." She frowned. "At least he would have if his hair was
longer and he had some makeup on. His body was fine and he's got super
legs. I wish mine were as good."

                          * * *

    Michelle waited until we were in bed before she really said
anything.

    I had crawled in ahead of her as she straightened up the room a
little. She tends to take her things off and just drop them on the
floor so she has to pick them up later. I always hang my stuff up
right away or put it in the laundry bag.

    I was laying there propped up on one elbow watching in my little
baby doll nightgown. I'd even found a sleep bra so I could wear my
forms and not worry about getting caught without them. The baby doll
panties helped, too, since I never slept without underwear.

    I liked watching Michelle move around the room because she was
always so feminine. The more aware of women I'd had to become, the
more I respected the way she was such a natural one. She never ever
did anything that looked masculine or clunky. That's neat and, from
watching the other girls in the house and those at work, I knew it
wasn't all that normal.

    All women have some masculine traits with older women looking even
more so than the younger ones. And young girls, like Michelle, were
just learning and had a lot of clunky movements. Not masculine maybe
but not feminine like hers.

    My time with Bob had showed me what some of the masculine
movements were that I guess I never really noticed. I thought I was
doing pretty well being a girl. At least I didn't have any of the big,
noticeable movements that I'd seen in Bob when he was dressed. But I
didn't have any really overt feminine movements like Michelle did
either, I don't think.

    Finally, Michelle got finished with her cleanup and came to bed. I
was just laying there on my back looking up at the ceiling when she
started talking to me.

    "Do you think it's dangerous? What you're doing with Bob?"

    "What do you mean?" I asked.

    "I mean, what if the other girls start seeing similarities between
you and him." That worried me a little.

    "Do you think they will? I mean, don't I act like a girl?"

    "Yeah, you do fine." She was quiet for a minute. "Better than
fine. You're really good at it."

    "Do you think anybody suspects?" She seemed to think an awful long
time about that.

    "No. I don't think so anyway." I heaved a sigh of relief. I didn't
want to leave the life I was making here.

    "Good. Then everything's okay. Right?" She was quiet again for a
long time before she spoke again.

    "What about Bob?" I thought.

    "What about him?"

    "What if he finds out?" I wondered again.

    "If he does, then we both have the same secret. I mean of the
other guy's. You know."

    "Yeah. I guess. But what if he wants to make love with you?"

    "Do you think he would?"

    "Sure. You're a lovely girl and, except for dressing, he's just a
guy. What if he decided he . . . well, what if he got really turned on
while he's dressing and doing all that other stuff?"

    "I don't feel like I want to make love with him, Michelle," I
said. I hadn't thought about it but I didn't really want to make love
to him. I'd never even come close to making love to anyone. And he'd
never suggested it either. "No. I don't think he wants to do that."

    "You don't know everything about being a girl, Amy. I mean, a lot
of guys want to make love to a pretty girl like you."

    "Really? No one ever said."

    "I heard a couple of guys at the mall talking about the girl at
the Frederick's store. You.  They said they did. Wanted to make love
to you."

    "Really? That's what they said?" I wondered who they were.

    "No. Really one of the guys said he wanted to fuck that hot blond
in the Frederick's really.  That was his words." I could feel myself
blushing. I didn't know what to say.

    She was leaning on one elbow looking at me with her fingers sort
of plucking at the front of my nightgown.

    "That was just talk though, right?" I was looking into her eyes
there beside me in the dark room.

    "Yeah. Probably," she said. "They thought you were really sexy
though."

    "Well then if that's true, I shouldn't have anything to worry
about with the girls or, ah, anybody thinking I'm like Bob. Right?"

    "Yeah. You're probably right. But be careful, huh?"

    "Sure, Michelle." She was still looking at the front of my
nightgown and her fingers were still touching the little pieces of
lace.

    "I'd miss you, Amy," she said even more softly than she had been
speaking before.

    "I'd miss you, too." I reached across and brushed her hair with my
fingers. She put her arm across me and laid her head down on my
shoulder.

    "I like being with you," she whispered, her breath caressing my
neck. Her leg went across mine. I didn't know what to say. "I'd miss
sleeping with you."

    She kissed the side of my jaw softly. It sent tingles all over my
body. I knew the panties weren't going to be up to this as I started
getting turned on. Her hand was rubbing my side and her leg was moving
just a little up and down on mine. I could feel her breathing
changing.

    I turned my head and looked into her eyes, only a couple of inches
away. I couldn't take it anymore. I kissed her lips. Her leg stopped
moving and her hand froze to my side. I broke off the soft kiss and
she kissed me instead. But this kiss was different. Her lips spread
slightly, vibrating against mine and her arm tightened on my side,
pulling me closer.

    My hand was still at the side of her hair and I slipped it to the
back of her neck and pulled her mouth to mine hard. She took a deep,
shuddering breath and relaxed into the kiss, her mouth opening around
mine and her tongue snaking out to my lips. When I accepted her, it
plunged far into my mouth.

    She rolled more toward me then, turning her head sideways and
almost nervously delving into my mouth over and over like she couldn't
get her tongue far enough in. A moan, almost a growl, came from deep
in her chest and mingled with mine.

    I lifted the leg that she didn't have hers over already and felt
her hot center against my hip, her leg sliding between mine now. Her
foot pressed against the inside of my knee.

    I put my other arm around her back and held her tight to me as she
continued her escalating kiss. She was losing control and it felt
wonderful.

    Unexpectedly, she rolled away from me and, surprised, I watched
her as she sat up and stripped off her nightgown. My hand on her neck
had been pulled away from her but she turned back to me, taking my
hand and putting it on her naked breast.

    "There," she hissed. "Right there." She just hovered there above
me. "I've always wanted someone to touch me like that. To touch my
breast." She closed her eyes and just poised there as I ran my fingers
over her breast, back and forth across her nipple. I didn't know they
got big like that. It was really swelling up hard.

    I turned my head a little and pulled her to me, taking her nipple
and as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. When I sucked on
her, she moaned loudly and brought her arm down so she was holding my
head to her. In my peripheral vision, I could see her knee bend and
her leg go up. I liked it that it felt so good to her.

    I slid my hand down to her bottom and felt the way she was pumping
it into my front. My hand went into her panties behind, cupping her
bottom and pushing and releasing with her movement as I sucked on her
nipple. She was moaning a lot now.

    Then, real suddenly, she dropped her head down and hugged my whole
body, it felt like.  Her middle went a little crazy for a minute and I
felt as much as heard her make funny noises into my hair. It would
have been loud, I thought, if she hadn't smothered them in my hair and
the pillow.

    After a minute or two, she settled down again and rolled off me.

    She pulled the covers up around us but mostly her bare shoulders
and put her head on my arm, pulling it around her.

    "Thanks," she said softly. In about a minute flat, I could hear
that she was asleep. But I couldn't sleep for a long time. Mostly, it
was because I hurt between the legs.


                            Chapter 5

GLORIA CAME INTO the store at her regular time the next day even
though she didn't have anything to do during her hour before I
left. It was a Tuesday and really slow in the store.

    I'd been thinking about what Michelle and I had done the night
before. It really bothered me. I mean, I liked it but there was
something wrong, too.

    "Gloria?"

    "Yeah, sweetie?" she said as she looked through the stock on the
shelves.

    "Have you ever made love with someone?" She looked at me a little
funny but then, I guess, decided I just wanted to know.

    "Of course. I'm 28 years old. I've been with several men."

    "Did they --" It made nervous to talk to her about this. "Did they
touch your breasts?"

    "Uh huh."

    "Maybe kissed them?" She blushed a little but answered anyway.

    "Yes."

    "Did it feel good?" Now she laughed nervously.

    "Yes. It did. Does."

    "When they do that, does it make your body sort of go crazy after
a while?"

    "You mean, have I had an orgasm from having someone ... kiss my
breasts?" I guess that's what I meant. I nodded. "It's rather hard to
find someone who'll take the time to make you feel that good that
way. But yes. It's happened."

    "What's an orgasm?" I'd never heard the word before.

    "Ah," she began. "It's, ah, like you said. When you lose control
of your body for a minute because it feels so good."

    "Do just girls have orgasms?"

    "No, honey. Guys have orgasms, too."

    "Oh."

    "Did someone make you have an orgasm that way?" she asked, paying
full attention to me now.

    "No. Not really. I just heard about it. You know."

    "From one of your housemates." I nodded again.

    "Gloria? Is that the way you have orgasms. You said that you had
one sometimes that way.  Is there another way?"

    "Oh, sweetie," she said rather pointedly. "We've got to have a
talk right now."

    "Yes, ma'am," I said before remembering how much she hated it. She
said it made her feel old.

    "First, yes. Most girls, particularly when they're young, can have
an orgasm from having a guy suck on their tits." I was a little
embarrassed by her words but I'd heard them before, of course. "But
usually, you get an orgasm from having a guy's penis inside
you. Between your legs."

    "Really?"

    "Uh huh. That's what I thought," she said to herself. "Yes. And
there are other ways, too.  For instance, oral sex. A guy can kiss you
between the legs, suck on you, and give you an orgasm. You can do the
same thing with a guy's penis in your mouth."

    "Really?" I was astonished. I'd never thought of it.

    "Yes. And a guy can even make you have an orgasm by rubbing your
clit. Like you do when you masturbate."

    "What's that?"

    "You don't masturbate? Rub yourself until you have a really good
feeling?"

    "No. I never have."

    "Well," she said skeptically. "You can if you want to and a lot of
girls, no most girls, do it every now and then."

    "Okay. But I meant that other thing you said. Clit?"

    "Oh. Well. Up above your pussy, there's a little thing that gets
hard when you get turned on. Sort of like a very little penis. If you
touch it, or a guy touches it, it feels really good and gives you an
orgasm after a few minutes."

    "Hmm. Like a little penis?"

    "Uh huh."

    "Can a guy have an orgasm, too?"

    "All too easily, sweetheart," she said with a smile. "Sometimes,
too easily. They get their orgasm from pumping up and down inside you,
between your legs, or by just pumping up and down on it with their
hand. Or yours. You can do that, too."

    When I had time to think about it, I realized, with a little grin
to myself, that she'd forgotten that I am a boy.

                          * * *

    After dinner that night, I helped Mary with the dishes even though
it wasn't my turn. I wanted to see if she believed the same things
Gloria told me.

    "Mary? Have you ever had an orgasm?" I asked as I dried.

    "You bet. I have wham bang, earth-shattering orgasms. They even
scare guys I'm with sometimes if they don't expect it."

    "Really? Why?"

    "I guess I'm just pretty noisy and jump all over the bed," her
eyes got a little far away for a second. "Or wherever," she added with
a grin.

    "How do they do it, Mary? Just by putting their penis inside you
between the legs?"

    "Of course," she said. "That way among others. For that, any old
way's fine with me."

    "Even kissing your clit?"

    "Oh, that's a guarantee. Occasionally, some guy's too interested
in himself to wait for me to come fucking. But if he eats me, it's all
over."

    "Eats you? Is that like kissing?"

    "More. Much more. More like licking and sucking and sticking his
tongue in my pussy and the whole works. I can come three or four times
in about 15 minutes that way."

    "No kidding?"

    "Of course, you know --" she stopped and sort of looked horrified
for a second. "No. You probably don't know. Have you been with a man,
Amy?"

    "Huh uh."

    "Good. Okay. Then we need to do a little advance work here just in
case."

    She spent the next half hour explaining the forms of birth control
to me.

    I knew right away I couldn't use an IUD and I didn't like the idea
of condoms. It sounded like the only way to go was birth control
pills. I'd talk to Michelle about a doctor's appointment.

                          * * *

    I talked to Michelle about the pills and how she had to go to the
doctor and get some as soon as possible. She already knows about a
clinic that does that so she said she would the next week.

    We were laying in bed, side by side talking like we do a lot, just
enjoying our being together and being able to talk about anything in
the world. She and I had no secrets at all between us.

    She told me that one of the hairdressers at her place was a guy
and she thought he was a homosexual and so did all the other
girls. But one of the girls had been making advances toward her. She
thought that probably meant she was a homosexual, too.

    "So, are you going to do something with her? Go out or whatever?"
I asked.

    "I don't know," she said. "What do you think?" She didn't wait for
my answer. "She told me there's a really nice place she wants to take
me and said there were a lot of her friends she'd introduce me to. She
said it would probably get me a really good job somewhere that would
be better than the Hair Factory. But I don't know. What do you think?"

    It sounded like she wanted to see what it was all about anyway. I
said, "I think you ought to go with her once and see. If you don't
like it, just don't go again."

    "Yeah, right," she said wistfully. "That's probably it. I mean,
once couldn't be all that bad and if I liked the place, then it would
be good. If I got a really good job from it, that would really be
great."

    Then she told me about some other thing that Jo and Pat had been
talking about but I'd heard it, too.

    I told her about my talk with Gloria then and she didn't believe
anything I said. It pretty much made me mad. Why shouldn't she believe
what Gloria said. I mean, she is about my best friend out of the
house.

    "Well, okay," I said then. "I thought it sounded too good to be
true so I talked to Mary while we were washing dishes."

    "About you kissing my breasts?" She was upset with me.

    "No. Of course not. About orgasms and making love and stuff."

    "Oh. What did she say?"

    "She said she had really great orgasms. And she said her very best
ones were when a guy would kiss her between the legs."

    "Really? That sounds gross!"

    "Uh huh. But she said it really feels good and that a woman can do
the same thing to a man."

    "Huh! Did she say she liked that, too?"

    "Yeah. She said a lot of women like to do that." I'd saved the
part about the clit cause I thought that was a good part. "Did you
know you have a little penis between your legs just like I do?"

    "I do not!"

    "That's what I thought, too, when Gloria told me. But Mary said
the same thing. They can't both be kidding, can they?"

    "Well, I don't know. But I don't have a little penis. I know
that."

    "Are you sure? They both said that all girls have them."

    "Where?"

    "They said that it's a spot just above your pussy. That's what
Mary called her hole down there." I'd obviously started her thinking
but I didn't know what she was thinking about.

    "Did she say what it felt like? I mean, how could you find it?"

    "She said it was just a sort of bump that was really sensitive and
felt good when you rub it or kiss it. When a guy kisses it, I mean."
She was thinking again.

    "Do you think you'd know what it was if you found it?"

    "I don't know. She said that girls know though. When a guy finds
it, I mean."

    "Amy?" she said softly, turning her head toward me. "Do you ..."

    She stopped and I decided I'd wait until she said something more
to make sure what she wanted to ask.

    "Would you look? I mean, touch me and see if there's ... see if I
feel ... see if there's a little penis there?"

    "Uh huh. If you want me to."

    "I ... want you to. But if I don't like it, I want you to
stop. Okay?"

    "Sure." I wanted this better defined. "You want me to kiss you
there and see if I can find it?"

    "Oh, no. Just see with your fingers. If it's supposed to be more
than my nipples then I've got to be able to feel it. Right?"

    "Uh huh. Okay. I'll look for you if you want."

    I turned over on my side and put my hand on her front. She was
wearing her baby doll panties like I was.

    "I don't think I can feel it through your panties," I said.

    "Oh, okay. I'll take them off." She moved around for a second,
pushing down the covers, and then stilled again. "There."

    I put my hand back on her stomach and moved my fingers down. There
sure wasn't anything there like my penis. I knew that right away. Just
the little bit of hair she had there and that I'd seen before when she
was getting dressed sometimes. Of course, I'd seen that she didn't
have a big penis like mine a long time ago. I rubbed her there but I
didn't feel anything but her hair and her tummy.

    "My, ah, pussy is lower than that. Between my legs."

    "Oh. Well, maybe if you spread your legs a little I could start
there."

    "Okay," she said, shifting on the bed some and her leg coming in
contact with mine.

    When I put my hand down there I was really surprised. First, it
was really hot. A lot hotter than anywhere else I'd touched her. And
second, it was wet. I pulled my hand back then.

    "Did you wet your pants?" I asked.

    "No, silly. Every girl gets wet there when she's thinking about
sexy things. Didn't you know that?"

    I hadn't but I wasn't going to confirm it. I put my hand back. I
could feel a lot of loose skin, like my balls sort of without any
balls. But I couldn't find any hole. I kept looking downward until I
found something.

    "No. That's my butthole. It's up further. Just push a little bit,
real gently, and you'll find it."  I nodded but in the darkness I
don't think she could see it.

    I searched on, pushing along a line above her butthole until I
found a place where my finger sank in a softer spot.

    "Yes," she hissed. "That's it. Be careful."

    I'd never felt a girl's pussy before and had no idea what it was
like. So I pushed gently a couple of times and felt the wetness. It
seemed as if it was wetter but it was really only a little depression,
a soft spot with loose skin all around it.

    "You can put your finger inside if you want to. It's deep."

    "My whole finger?"

    "Maybe. I can."

    I moved around a little more and pushed a little harder. It came
as a surprise when I felt a deeper hole opening. I pushed more but it
felt like the outer skin was holding my finger back.

    "The wet makes it slippery. If you go in and out slow, you can get
further and further each time." I resisted the urge to say "Really?" I
had to see this.

    I pushed in until it didn't seem to want to let me in any more
then I pulled it out and did it again. Each time I did that, I got a
little further inside until finally my finger was in as far as I could
get it. I wondered what was in there and felt around all directions
with my finger. It seemed to be having some effect because Michelle
was making those little noises like last night.

    "Does that feel good?"

    "Uh huh. Real good."

    "As good as your nipples?"

    "Uh huh. Different. Real good."

    "Could you have an orgasm like last night this way?"

    "I don't know," she moaned. "I think so. Maybe."

    "Do you still want to look for the little penis?"

    "Uh huh. We can do this anytime."

    I traced up between the pieces of skin. It was like there was a
little trench or something with her pussy at the bottom end. I figured
that if I just stayed in the trench that would have to be where her
clit was.

    I moved my finger up a little, pressing and rubbing just a little
bit, then up a little more and a little more.

    I was just about to give up when all of a sudden, Michelle tensed
up and said, "Oh!"

    "What?"

    "That place sort of hurt."

    "I didn't feel anything but a little tiny bump," I said. That
couldn't be a little penis.

    "Try getting a little more of the slippery stuff and touching it
again," she said. I did it and she jumped and made a noise again.

    "Did it hurt?"

    "Ah, not really. It sort of felt good." I got some more of her
slippery stuff on my finger.  She was making a lot of it now. And
rubbed it again. It felt different. I knew what it was now.  It was
like my penis. It was just soft and little still. If I did this for a
minute or talked about something that turned her on, it would get
bigger.

    I dipped into her again and then rubbed more and felt it getting
bigger like I thought it would. She was making more little noises now
as I did that. It did feel like a little penis but a really little
one. Now, when I rubbed her middle part was sort of rocking back and
forth or up and down toward it. I rubbed a little harder and she
grabbed onto the sheet on either side of her where her hands had been
and her face in the moonlight in the room looked funny, like she was
in pain.

    "Did I hurt you?" I asked.

    "Oh, no. Don't stop!" she whispered loudly. "Do it faster!"

    I dipped back into her for more slippery stuff and did it harder
and faster. All of a sudden, it was really scary. She straightened out
her legs real fast and her back arched and her head went back really
far. I thought I was hurting her because that's what it looked like
but I kept doing it because she said, "Don't stop."

    I didn't as she spread her legs again and her body bounced around
on the bed. She sounded like she was screaming but really quietly.

    Then her movements changed again and she grabbed my hand with both
of hers and started saying, "Enough. Stop! Stop!" I did. Her whole
body relaxed just as it had been a minute before with her legs spread
wide and her hands back at her sides. It was like she was asleep now.

    "Michelle?" I said. I was worried. I could see the front of her
nightgown rising and falling with her breaths. But there was nothing
else. "Michelle? Are you all right?"

    She slowly turned her head then and licked her lips like her mouth
was really dry. Her eyes came open like they'd been glued shut or
something and she smiled magnificently at me.

    "That was wonderful!" she said, kissing my hand. "Like nothing
ever. Unbelievable!" I could just barely understand what she was
saying. Her words were sort of slurred and really tired sounding. I
was pretty sure whatever we were going to do tonight was over.

    I pulled up the covers and lay back again, feeling the hurt
between my legs now as my penis got softer. She didn't say anything
more and didn't roll over next to me either. I don't even think she
put on her panties or pulled her legs together again. She was asleep.

    It took me a while again but I fell asleep thinking about little
penises and girls with their legs spread wide like Michelle's had
been.


                            Chapter 6

THE NEXT MORNING I took my shower and put on my bra and panties like I
usually did before I left the bathroom and walked into our
room. Michelle always took her shower first and was finished with her
hair and makeup when I came in the room. She was still wearing just
her bra and panties, too.

    She got up from the little stool we'd sort of appropriated for a
makeup stool in front of the mirror. With a shared bathroom, it was
just too much hassle to wait for the bathroom while someone did
everything, so we'd made an agreement with Pat and Phil to just take
showers and get out. We made up in our own room.

    I started running the curling iron through my hair, rolling and
holding for a little bit and then moving on to other strands of hair
until I was almost done. I'd noticed that Michelle was looking at me
this morning instead of getting dressed but sometimes she sort of did
that. Sat there and watched me get ready or talked to me about a whole
lot of stuff. You know.

    This morning she was doing it more than usual. While I put on my
mascara, I caught her looking at me in the mirror with a big smile on
her face. I was looking back at her, when I wasn't paying really close
attention to what I was doing, and I saw that she was doing her sexy
thing.

    I call it her sexy thing because she doesn't do it unless she's
feeling sexy and I think it's sexy. She sits with her naked legs
crossed at the knees and arches her foot up until she's got her foot
pointed straight down at the floor and just her toes bent where it
touches. Pretty often, she sort of points the toes of her other foot
straight with her leg and lifts it up and down while she's talking or
looking at me.

    She just sits with her arms across her stomach and her back real
straight. Usually, she has a silly sort of grin on her
face. Sometimes, like this morning, she plays with a little curl of
her hair over her ear or something while she watches.

    It makes me really nervous; I guess really it makes me turned on
and that makes me nervous.

    I put on lipstick, blush, and a little of the stuff that makes my
cheeks look more hollow before I stand up to pick out something to
wear. She takes me a little by surprise because, after I find my
pantyhose in the drawer, toss them on the bed, and move to the bar
with our clothes on it, she comes up behind me and puts her arms
around my ribs and hugs.

    "I wanted to thank you specially for last night, Amy," she said
into my ear. We're really almost exactly the same size so she can do
that.

    "That's okay," I said. "I enjoyed it, too."

    "Mmmm," she said behind my ear. It feels neat when she hugs me
this way because I can feel her warm body pressed up against me all
the way from our shoulders to our panties. She pushed her middle into
my bottom then and that felt good, too.

    "I'd like to do it again," I said.

    "Tonight? Will you do it again tonight?" I could feel her wiggling
against me.

    "Yes. If you want me to."

    "Oh, I do," she said sort of breathlessly. I looked down and
watched her rubbing her finger over the tip of my false nipple and
could really feel it myself even though I knew I really
couldn't. "Will you put your finger in my pussy again?"

    "Yes." It made me happy she liked it so much.

    "Will you play with my little penis again?"

    "Yes, if that's what you want." I thought about it. It seemed fair
that maybe she should touch me, too. "Would you touch my penis, too?"

    "I didn't think of it," she said, stopping her squirming. "Sure. I
guess that's only fair, isn't it." I could hear the smile in her
voice. She started squirming behind me again. One of her hands came
down and touched between my legs.

    I hadn't been able to keep from getting hard while I was watching
her in the mirror and it had been totally impossible when she'd hugged
me. So she found that I was pretty big when she put her hand
there. She just kept her hand there on me.

    "You're really big, huh?" she said. She'd seen me before a lot of
times but I think this was one of the first times I'd been turned
on. She just held on to me like that for quite a while but I
remembered what time it was and that we had to get to work.

    "We've got to get dressed for work, Michelle," I said then.

    "Yeah." She didn't let go of me with either hand.

    "Can I pick out something for you to wear today?"

    "Yeah. Sure."

    "Do you feel like a skirt or dress?"

    "Skirt, I think. Hey, I've got an idea," she said then. "How about
my black skirt and my blue sweater. I won't wear my bra today and I'll
think about what you did to me last night while I work. Okay?"

    "Okay with me," I said. She let go of me and I picked what I
called my poof dress. It was sort of like a sun dress but it had a
whole mess of rows of frilly material that went around it from top to
bottom. I could have a raging hard on under it and no one would
know. I thought today, I'd need the cover just thinking about Michelle
and the way she'd been holding me a minute ago.

    And her sort of promise.

    As I unzipped the little dress and stepped into it, I watched her
pull the skirt up around her hips and the way it tucked up under her
little bottom the way it did. She took off her bra and then walked
over to the dresser to get her sweater and I looked at the way her
nipples were swollen hard against the cool air of the room.

    She slipped the thin sweater over her head and it didn't hide her
swollen nipples even a little.

    I slipped my arms into the straps of my dress and squirmed for a
minute to reach the zipper in all the frills. Michelle came to my aid
and zipped it up.

    "I'm going to wear thigh highs, too," she said, pulling out the
thigh hugging stockings instead of pantyhose. I sat on the stool and
sought out the legs in the pantyhose while I watched her thread her
legs into the stockings, pulling them up on her firm thighs. When she
did the second one, I could see that the front of her blue panties was
wet.

    "That's a really cute dress, Amy," she said as I pulled the nylons
up my legs and stood to pull them up to my waist. They held my hard-on
to the crease in my leg even though it stuck out of the waistband of
my bikini panties.

    I knew this was going to be a hard day at work because every time
I thought about Michelle all day, I'd get hard again and have to do
something to get comfortable.

    We put on shoes and I could see that Michelle's short skirt almost
showed everything when she bent or moved any way. I got up and found
my purse but she stopped me before I got to the door to go
downstairs. This time in front of me, she put her arms around me and
hugged me tight.

    "I can hardly wait until tonight," she said with a big grin. "Give
me a kiss?"

    I did. A quick one. She put on her pouty look that I thought was
cute so I laughed at her and grabbed her hand. She opened the door and
we went down to breakfast together.

                          * * *

    When we went in the dining room, Pat, Phil and Doris were sitting
at the table. Pat smiled at us as we walked in and Doris said "Good
morning." Phil frowned and looked up and then did a kind of double
take that I saw but I don't think anyone else did. She was intently
looking at the outlines of Michelle's nipples through her sweater.

    When she noticed I was watching her, she returned her attention to
her newspaper. But during the time we were eating our cereal, I caught
her staring at Michelle's nipples three or four more times. She seemed
like sort of an odd woman.

    Mostly Michelle and Patty chattered while we ate and then we all
left for work, right behind Doris. Phil drove us all to work most of
the time.

    When we got to the mall, Pat and Michelle walked ahead and I
noticed that Phil watched the way Michelle's bottom moved inside her
skirt, the same way I did.

                          * * *

    I was right. It was a hard day.

    Whatever I did all day, I seemed to think about Michelle
anyway. And every time I thought about Michelle, I got hard
again. Several times I straightened things out behind the counter when
no one was in the store. Twice, I had to go to the back room when
people were there.  Once I even had to go to the girl's room to get it
right because it was so tied up in my panties and pantyhose.

    I had kept working like I'd started. Now there were a dozen women
who stopped in regularly for "special" clothes for their husbands or
boyfriends. There was also four different guys who'd come in like Bob
had. I treated them just like all the other customers and they bought
more stuff than most of the women.

    I also had a couple of young girls about my age or maybe a year or
two younger, who bought quite a bit of stuff. One's breasts hadn't
even started to develop yet, though she had big nipples, and I worked
with her to buy little breast forms on time. I think she worked for a
fast food place or something and didn't make very much. But I saw her
every week with another 10 or 20 dollars toward her little A-cup
forms. She might grow into an A-cup bra before she got them paid for.

    I was glad to see the day end.

                          * * *

    It was Michelle's night to cook and I waited with the other girls
watching the news until it was ready. I kind of noticed Phil go to the
kitchen but I didn't think anything of it. She came back out a minute
later and then Michelle called us to the table. I saw that she looked
a little flustered but cooking usually made Michelle a little
flustered.

    We ate and then sat together and watched TV for an hour or so
while Doris did the dishes and then joined us. Mary was the first to
go upstairs to take a bath. Then Doris went up to go to bed.

    A couple of minutes later, Michelle stretched and said she was
really tired. Then she asked me if I was as tired as she was and I
said I was. We said goodnight to everyone and went up to bed then.

    Michelle went to the bathroom when we got to the top of the stairs
and I went into the room. I got out of my dress, hung it up, and put
my sleep bra on before I dropped my baby doll over my head. Then I
took off my shoes, pantyhose, and panties before putting on my sleep
panties. It felt good not being confined the way I had been all day.

    Michelle came into the room with her skirt in her hand. It is
easier sometimes just to take your skirt off when you're going to the
bathroom instead of getting it all back in place afterwards. I'd done
it myself when I was sure Pat and Phil weren't going to catch me.

    She intercepted me on the way to the bathroom and put her arms
around me again and pressed her breasts into mine. She was smiling as
she stood there with one leg bent at the knee before she kissed me
hard on the lips. Her whole body seemed to squish into mine while we
stood like that. Then she let me go to the bathroom and, when I turned
back, pulled her sweater over her head to show me her full breasts and
the red knobs of her nipples. She grinned and I went pale, I think.

    I went to the bathroom fast and tucked back so I could make it
safely back across the hall even if someone was out there.

    It wasn't too surprising when I left the bathroom and saw Phil
standing just outside the door waiting. I saw Pat inside their room,
getting ready for bed. Phil looked me up and down very obviously
before she let me by. I was glad I'd tucked up.

    "Let me get in there, sweetie," she said, patting me on the bottom
and, strangely, squeezing my bun. When I looked at her funny, she just
smiled and went on into the bathroom. When she smiled that way, she
was really a beautiful woman. But, I thought, too old for me.

    Michelle was already in bed with the covers pulled up around her
neck. I turned the light off and climbed over her to my spot and
pulled the covers up, too. I turned over on my side so my mouth was
right beside her head, though she was looking at me with a grin.

    "I think Phil just pinched my butt, sort of," I whispered.

    "Really?"

    "Yeah. She looked me over real closely and then patted my bottom
and sort of held on."  Michelle was quiet for a minute.

    "Before dinner, she came in the kitchen. And when I said hi, she
grabbed hold of my nipple and said she'd been looking at my titties
since morning and she just wanted to know what they felt like."

    "You're kidding?"

    "Huh uh. And when I said I didn't like that she came real close to
me, kissed me on the lips, and put her hand between my legs while she
held me. Then she asked if I liked that any better."

    "Michelle!" I couldn't believe she'd do something like that. "What
did you say?"

    "I said no I didn't. She just smiled and strolled back out of the
kitchen like nothing had happened."

    "What do you think it means?"

    "Means? I guess it means she likes me. I don't know. Nobody ever
did that to me." I thought for a minute.

    "Did you like it?" Now it was her turn to think. She was looking
straight up at the ceiling as we heard the bathroom door open and then
Pat and Phil's door close.

    "I don't know. It was ... I don't know how to say it. It was
exciting. And it made me feel like I was pretty. I mean she's so
pretty, you know?"

    "Uh huh. I think she's really pretty. Beautiful maybe."

    "Would you want her to touch you there?" I grinned to myself. She
seemed to be able to forget.

    "If she did, we'd probably have to move out."

    "Oh, yeah. I guess you're right. I forgot for a minute."

    "So what are you going to do, Michelle?"

    "Do? I don't know. I guess I'll try to stay away from her if I
can. But if she does something like tomorrow, you know coming
somewhere where I already am when I'm alone, I don't know. What should
I do?"

    "It depends," I thought.

    "On what?"

    "I guess on what you want to do. If you don't want her to touch
you, maybe you should talk to Mary or Doris or just scream if she ever
does it again."

    "Or?"

    "Or, if you don't mind it, I guess you could kiss her back. I
don't know. Or just let her do it.  Whatever."

    "You wouldn't mind if I did that?"

    "Me? No, I guess not. Why would I mind?"

    "Well, you wouldn't be jealous or something?"

    "It's not like we're boyfriend and girlfriend, after all. We're
more like ..." I couldn't quite define it.

    "More like sisters right now, huh?"

    "Yeah," I giggled. "I guess so."

    I laid back, thinking about our strange situation and about what
Michelle had said about Phillis. I wondered what would really happen
if she did that to me, if she'd immediately know what was going on,
and what she'd do about it if she did know. I did know that I really
didn't want to take the chance, anyway. I liked living in the house.

    Michelle turned a little toward me under the covers without
touching me.

    "Amy?"

    "Uh huh."

    "Do you still want to touch me again?"

    "Uh huh."

    "I thought all day about doing things to you like you did me."

    "You did?"

    "Yeah. And I really want to if you'll let me." Let her, I
thought. I'd give anything if she would.

    "I'd really like it, I think."

    "I talked to some of the girls today."

    "Really? About what?"

    "About you. I mean, doing things to a guy, you know?"

    "Okay."

    "They said that when a guy has an orgasm? --"

    "Yeah?"

    "That a whole bunch of white stuff, they called it come, squirts
out and that's what makes babies when it goes inside a girl's pussy."

    "Oh. A couple of times when I woke up in the morning there was
stuff like that. Lots of it.  It was really hard to clean up cause
it's sort of sticky like glue or something. I just had to put my
underwear in the laundry and hope nobody would notice."

    "Really? I didn't know if you'd have anything like that or not."

    "Yeah. I guess I do."

    "Well, a couple of the girls said that you just swallow it all as
fast as you can and that it's really good."

    "Really?"

    "Yeah, but Bruce, the hairdresser I told you about?"

    "I remember. The homosexual?"

    "Uh huh. Well, he said that's a waste. That it's really good for
your skin and you just rub it in afterwards."

    "Really?"

    "Uh huh." This talk was really making me excited. "What would you
rather I'd do with it?  Swallow it or rub it in my skin. Or yours if
you want me to."

    "I don't know. What would you rather do?"

    "I don't know either. But one of the girls said there's a whole
lot and that it's really hard to swallow all of it."

    "Okay. Then maybe if you wanted to try some, that'd be okay. Then
rub the rest in."

    "Do you think it would be good for my skin? Make it soft and
nice?"

    "I don't know but you could try and if it didn't do anything, you
wouldn't have to again. It seemed like an awful lot when I had to
clean it up."

    "Yeah. Well your idea is best. I'll try swallowing some and if I
like it maybe I can swallow it all. If I don't, then we can rub it in
to our skin. Okay?"

    "Uh huh."

    "What I was thinking? --"

    "Yeah?"

    "Maybe I could start by kissing your nipples like you did mine the
first night."

    "Okay."

    "Maybe you'll like that as much as I do."

    "Maybe. Nobody ever did that to me so I don't know."

    "Then you could kiss mine because I know I like it a lot."

    "Sure."

    "Okay. Then I could kiss your penis, like they said, and see what
it's like. You know, if you like it and if I like the come stuff and
all that?"

    "Yeah. Okay."

    "Then," she gulped on the words. "Then maybe you could kiss me
there? On my little penis?" She was very tentative as if she didn't
think I'd go for that idea at all. Really, I'd thought about it the
night before but when she had her orgasm, she fell asleep really fast
and there didn't seem much point.

    "Sure. I wanted to last night."

    "Really? You'd do that?"

    "Sure. I wanted to."

    "Okay, then."


                            Chapter 7

"REMEMBER THAT WE have to be really quiet so Pat and Phil don't hear
us," I reminded her.

    "Yeah," she said. "Do you want me to take off your nightgown and
bra? Or do you want me to act like they're real?" She paused. "Or
maybe I could play like they're real but kiss your real life ones."

    "That sounds best," I said. "That last one."

    "And, I guess, if you want to touch me while I kiss them or
anything, that'll be okay.  Right?"

    "I don't think I could help myself. You, too. If you want to touch
me, it's okay."

    She squirmed up closer to me under the covers until I felt her leg
touch the side of mine.  Her hand was on my stomach. I gulped. I'd
never been so excited this way.

    Then she turned some more toward me and it pulled the covers off
her shoulders. She wasn't wearing her nightie. I put my trembling hand
on her side and felt that she wasn't wearing anything from the waist
up. Then she slid still closer to me and I felt her leg cross mine
again as she kissed my lips. I could feel that she was as nervous as I
was when we touched.

    Because she'd sort of moved higher to turn her head on my mouth, I
could feel her hot middle against my side where my nightie had been
pulled up by her movement. She wasn't wearing anything at all. That
was really exciting all by itself, without all the talk and the
fantastic kiss she was giving me.

    She broke the kiss and smiled into my face from about an inch
away.

    "You're not wearing anything," I said unnecessarily.

    "Uh huh."

    "Should I take my panties off?"

    "Huh uh. I want to. Is that okay?"

    "Sure," I said with a shrug that pressed my shoulder into her
naked breast.

    Her mouth came back to mine and her hand under my nightie on my
side. Then her tongue came out and into my mouth. That felt so great I
could hardly stand it. I hurt between my legs already almost as bad as
the other two nights.

    She kissed me for a long time as her hand explored under my
nightie. Finally, she found my breast form and squeezed it. Harder
than I had hers. But it was only silicone and not something that could
hurt. But the way she did it, it felt like it was real flesh. Maybe it
was the way the back of the breast form squeezed the soft flesh of my
chest.

    Though I'm small and have a little waist, I have some flesh on my
chest that isn't muscle.  Actually, when I don't have my clothes on, I
can pull my arms in and have just the start of a real cleavage. Not
something that anyone would believe, but a little.

    She kissed me and played with my breast through the bra for quite
a while, rubbing her own breast as she squirmed around partially on
top of me. She was breathing hard and so was I.

    Then she slid her hand under my bra and under the breast form and
found my own flesh.  This was even more immediate and felt
wonderful. When she found my little nipple that was even more
special. She did the same sorts of things to my flesh as I had with my
hand to hers two nights ago and a little last night. Squeezing and
releasing, pulling my nipple with two fingers, pinching it. It felt
even better when she pinched it hard. I wondered if she'd like that as
much as I did and knew I'd try it to see in a minute.

    She was really breathing hard when she broke the kiss and moved
down my chin and neck and then, across the breast forms, kissed my
ribcage below my bra. She pushed the breast forms up a little and I
felt her breath on my nipple.

    Like a little piece of lightning, I felt her tongue touch it. When
it was wet, she breathed on it and the cool air gave me a sensation
I'd never felt before.

    Then she put her lips around it and sucked at the same time her
tongue brushed back and forth across it. I knew I was writhing around
under her ministrations but I couldn't help myself.

    She pushed the bra up a little further and licked my other nipple
while her finger returned to rolling and pinching the first one. She
sucked as much of the area around my nipple into her mouth as she
could then and licked my nipple between her lips. Her teeth closed on
it lightly and I felt the same kind of thing as her pinches. It was
wonderful and I wasn't controlling myself very well.

    My hands, that had been trapped at my sides, were freed a little
as she rolled fully on top of me, straddling my legs with hers. They
were exactly placed to cup her breasts -- both at the same time. I
repeated her actions, squeezing the entire shape of them then moving
to the dangling nipples and rolling them between thumbs and
forefingers. I tried pinching them and she drew her breath in around
my nipple she was still sucking and licking.

    My back arched up to meet her mouth as hers had to mine. I could
feel her heat, between her legs, pressing into my thighs
ineffectively. I could feel my penis straining at the soft baby doll
panties.

    I couldn't stand this any more and pulled her up my body by
pulling under her underarms.  She walked on all fours up my sides
until I could reach her nipples with my waiting mouth. In this
position, her breasts extended with the help of gravity. They were
somewhat elongated, too, so I could get more of the lovely soft flesh
in my mouth at once.

    Sucking hard, I could almost get her nipple to the back of my
mouth and used the flat of my tongue to lick her breast and the nipple
at the same time. She smothered her scream in the top of my head in
the long hair as her fingers clutched at the pillow on either side of
my head.  Her center was pumping into my ribcage.

    I switched breasts and repeated my actions until she was doing it
again, only stronger. I felt her orgasm and despaired for fear
everything else she had talked about would be overtaken by sleep
now. I ached with need.

    But she hardly paused. Instead she pulled back from me just a
little and pressed her breasts together with both hands. I looked at
her as I licked both nipples at the same time and watched her eyes
cross and her body again go a little crazy. I don't know if it was
another orgasm or not but it passed and she was still with me.

    She moved down quickly and kissed me hard on the lips, twining her
fingers in my long blond hair, as she stroked her tongue deep into my
mouth over and over again. Her middle was still pumping against me but
now it was at about waist level. I could feel the slippery liquid heat
of her on my stomach.

    "I've got to ... " she was panting. "Got to do this."

    She quickly slid down my body further until she was sitting on my
shins, pinning my legs.  She kissed my stomach where, a moment before,
she'd been spreading her own essence. She licked almost wildly and
breathed her hot breath on the liquid to turn it to ice.

    Her fingers found both my nipples and rolled and pinched them
until I couldn't see any more.

    Then she let them go, carefully rearranging my bra and breast
forms and licking downward until she came to the waistband of my
panties. She continued down until she was nuzzling and pressing
against the conjunction of my legs through the material.

    Her fingers hooked in the waistband and started pulling it
downward. I lifted my bottom slightly and both her hands pushed the
material down and clasped my cheeks. Returning to the sides, she
pulled them down further, then she switched to the front where I now
held it with my penis.

    Seeing it, she slowly and carefully lifted the material free of me
and downward.

    "Oh!" she whispered. I felt her whisper on my penis.

    Now excited, she pushed the material down further, between her own
legs and down my thighs. She sat up spectacularly, her breasts open to
my view and my hands, as she reached behind her to pull my panties
below my knees and then down my calves and, finally, off my feet.

    Then, leaving my hands on her nipples, she leaned forward again
and kissed my lower stomach. She lifted one leg and put it between my
knees then did the same with the other leg.  She pushed her knees to
the sides, consequently pushing my knees further apart until she was
finally satisfied when my legs were almost at a 90 degree angle to
each other.

    She lifted her head and looked down at me then with a huge smile
on her face. She was too low for me to reach without leaning forward
myself now. I had to satisfy myself for the moment by just looking at
her happiness and excitement.

    Her fingers on both hands, traced up the insides of my thighs,
actually making me spread them further still. Then they came to the
place deep between my legs where, if I had been born a girl, would
have been my pussy. She pushed and prodded there but didn't find the
opening I'd found between her legs the night before.

    Instead, she found a button that seemed to pump my penis into a
hard limb. After pressing there for a few minutes and watching me roll
in a kind of ecstasy, her hands came up to my soft sack, now leaden
with the swollen testicles within it.

    She touched it so tenderly, I never felt any fear. She turned her
head and lowered it to the sack, kissing and licking it as she had my
nipples moments before. I moaned. Her head still turned sideways, she
licked and kissed her way up the underside of my penis until she
reached the slightly sticky head of it, already shiny with pre-come.

    She kissed the head of it on one side and then the other and must
have enjoyed watching me react to that slight touch of lips to it.

    The fingers of one hand wrapped around the shaft of it and moved
slowly down it and then back up again. It felt wonderful. My foot came
off the bed to her side, touching her cool skin.  She licked the head
and my other foot came off the bed, to her other side.

    Oh the feelings that raged through me. I'd never even thought
there could be feelings like this, let alone experienced them. She
licked it again and my back arched.

    I felt her hot breath on the head of it, a lot of it. Then I felt
her lips around it. Somehow I knew she was watching my face, my
reactions. It should have been gratifying for her because I was
reacting completely and extremely.

    Then she did it to me. She pressed her mouth down around it, her
tongue playing over it, then moving back up it, seemingly drawing my
insides with her mouth. Again I arched my back.

    I know I moaned as her mouth went down around it again. Further
this time. Maybe even to the back of her mouth. Then back up again.

    This time she didn't pause but immediately lowered her lips around
me again until I definitely felt it touch the back of her mouth and
almost all of it was inside her warm mouth.  Again she didn't pause
but went straight back to the tip of it again and back down in a
steady motion.

    This time I knew I moaned.

    She speeded up her movements, up and down again, again, and
again. Suddenly, I knew I couldn't hold it. I panicked then, not
wanting to hurt her, disgust her, and put my hands on the side of her
face to hold her back. It didn't work. She didn't even slow.

    And I felt my release from so deep within I hadn't recognized the
place existed before. I cried out silently, too overcome to make a
sound, as I felt my body release everything. As spread and arched as I
was at this moment, in the next fraction of a second, I was the
opposite, wrapped around her -- legs, arms, upper body -- as my body
emptied into her mouth.

    Then again it reversed and she kept drawing it out of me. Sucking,
drawing, pulling, more and more. My climax extended until I felt the
blood pounding in my head and heard nothing but the sound of it in my
ears.

    She swallowed the cascade of sticky come until she couldn't
swallow. The first time she thought it would overwhelm her but she
swallowed it anyway. Then the second cascade came and she was sure she
couldn't do it. She had. Barely.

    Then the third and fourth and fifth came and she opened her mouth
around me to let it go.  She couldn't take any more. And still I came
again and it joined the other dripping from her lips onto my stomach.

    Finally I was relaxing and the spurts of come had stopped with
only a small drop forming on her tongue. She swallowed what was in her
mouth and sucked the remains from me until I held the sides of her
face in an attempt to stop her. She let my penis fall from her mouth
and watched it as it almost miraculously lost its size, shrinking into
itself.

    She lifted her leg over mine and rolled to the side onto her back
beside me. Then she reached back and got a large dollop of the slimy,
sticky material on her finger and rubbed it purposefully on her
breast. It rubbed in in only a couple of quick, full rubs. She got
more and did the other hard breast.

    God she was turned on.

    She spread it on her stomach and still there was more. She picked
it up and licked it from a finger. It tasted good. She liked it. She
rubbed it on her cheek, got more and rubbed it on the other cheek. It
felt wonderful. Astringent. Tightening and softening.

    She lay with her legs spread, as I had, and spread the last of it
on the inside of her thighs. It made them sensitive and tingly.

    She'd been so engrossed, she hadn't felt me move. When she looked
down, I was between her spread knees with a very big smile on my face.

    I moved up as she watched and kissed her on the spot that her
attention was already riveted to, between her hot legs. I held the
loose skin wide and licked up and down. My tongue delved into her
pussy and she arched now. It came back up and rubbed hard across her
clit.

    As she started to reach down to stop me, to slow me, anything, my
hands came up and fingers and thumbs found her nipples and
pinched. Then my mouth closed around her clit, sucking it hard and
deep and her eyes came wide open with a realization. My fingers
pinched her nipples hard as I licked wildly at her clit.

    Her body went completely out of control, sinking, bounding,
pounding, vibrating, arching, curling, kicking out and pulling in. I
kept sucking and sucking and licking and sucking and pinching and it
felt so fantastically perfect to her.

    Her climax ended with her legs wrapped tightly around my
shoulders, her arms around my head, her body curled up almost over my
head, her chin almost on the back of my neck. That beautiful long
blond hair was in her mouth as she moaned and panted.

    "Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned as it all went numb and she fell back onto
the bed. I slowly crawled up next to her, pulling the covers over both
of us. My knee was against her clit and my foot behind her knee, my
softened penis was against her thigh, my breast was pressed into her
side just below her own, my face was against her shoulder.

    "Thank you, Michelle," I sighed, on the edge of sleep.

    "I like come on my skin," she sighed. "I need more. And taste,
too. I like the taste. Too."


                            Chapter 8

I DIDN'T WAKE up the next morning with the alarm clock like I usually
do and Michelle was done with her shower when she woke me up. Unlike
me, she had nothing to hide so when she came from the shower she wore
only a towel. She woke me up by pulling the covers down and laying
almost on top of me.

    I really woke up because I couldn't breathe with my nose and mouth
covered by her still moist breasts. She just giggled when I rolled
away from her, unable to breathe and my lower half naked to the cool
air of the room.

    "Oh," I moaned, trying to cover myself with my hands as she sat
there playing with the front of my nightie. "I slept really well."

    "I almost didn't take a shower this morning," she said, smiling. I
just waited for what she wanted to say. I didn't know what she was
talking about. "I didn't want to wash the come off me but I finally
did." She rubbed her hands on one of my breasts. "You've got to get
up." I moaned again as she stood up. Then I rolled off the bed and
found my panties.

    I tucked up carefully before walking out of the room and into the
shower. The cooler than normal water was refreshing and woke me
up. Again I tucked up and replaced my baby doll before skittering
across the hallway and into our room.

    She'd already chosen my tight black skirt and a white blouse for
today. I put on a pair of pantyhose and then my bra before the
clothes. By then, she was done with her hair and makeup so I could sit
down and do mine. It was a hassle but I still enjoyed doing it as much
as I had at first. It always reminded me of creating a picture or
something. Changing something plain or even sort of ugly into
something pretty.

    I really liked the way I looked when I was finished brushing out
my hair.

    "Here," she said, reaching around me and putting something in my
mouth.

    "Yuck! That tastes awful," I said.

    "Yeah. Just swallow fast before it has a chance to melt any."

    "What was it?" I said with my nose wrinkled up at the lingering
taste.

    "Our birth control. I took mine and this is for you. I bought
double so we'd both have some without your having to go to the doctor,
too."

    "Oh, okay."

    We went down to breakfast and went off to work. The only thing
sort of eventful was when I went in the door of the mall. Phil sort of
grabbed my bottom just before I passed the security guard and it made
me jump. I still wondered why she did that.

                          * * *

    I stopped and picked Michelle up to have lunch with me at one of
the fast food places in the mall. It was really fun to go to those
places during the day because there was such an interesting mix of
people there.

    Of course, a lot of the people who worked in the mall went to
lunch there sometime during the day but there were also quite a few
businessmen from the area around the mall who came in for a quick
lunch or sometimes just to buy something and take it back to their
offices with them. There was also a high school and a junior college a
little way away and a lot of the kids went there for lunch instead of
eating at the schools. In with them were the women and their little
ones who shopped during the day and stopped here for lunch during
their shopping.

    It was pretty busy but that was part of what made it fun.

    You had to stand in line for a couple of minutes before you could
get served and while Michelle and I were standing there a couple of
junior college guys got in line behind us. They were mostly talking
about some class they were taking but then one of them leaned in
between Michelle and me and said, "I'll buy lunch if you'll sit with
us."

    He had a nice smile. We looked at each other and then Michelle
said, "Sure." While the guy in front of us got his order in, he told
us his name was Eric and introduced his shy friend, Ted.  That's when
he told us he goes to school at the junior college and asked us each
where we went to school. We told him about our jobs and he reacted
like most guys do when I told him I worked for Frederick's.

    "Do you wear the sexy underwear they sell there?" he asked. I told
him I did and he looked at me like he could see right through my
clothes to the bra and panty set I wore. He also said he got his hair
cut at the Hair Factory once but the guy Michelle thought was
homosexual had cut it and it made him nervous so he never went
back. Michelle told him she'd see that he got one of the girls if he
came back.

    We ordered and got our food a couple of minutes later. They led us
to a table some people were just leaving and we sat and talked while
we ate.

    "If I come to your store, will you show me your sexy panties?" he
asked me. I giggled at the statement but told him that we had whole
shelves full of them and he could look all he wanted to. I thought his
statement was sort of cute.

    Then he and Michelle got in a discussion of something or other for
a while and I just ate.  His friend, Ted, hardly said anything for
most of the time. Finally, we got done eating and had to go back to
work. Before we left, Eric asked if we ate lunch there a lot and
Michelle said we did. He asked if we would let them buy lunch for us
again if they were there the next day. It sounded like a pretty good
deal to us so we agreed.

                          * * *

    After work, Michelle told me Eric had been in to the Hair Factory
and got his hair cut.  She'd made a special effort to get him in with
one of the better girls who cut men's hair and he'd really appreciated
it. He went back and talked to her a while after he got done since she
wasn't doing anything for a few minutes.

    She liked him.

    We went home and Michelle helped me cook dinner. After we ate, we
watched one of the nighttime soaps and a sitcom we like before we went
to bed. Everyone else wanted to watch some movie about somebody or
other who'd killed their parents. We weren't interested.

    When Michelle turned off the light and crawled into bed next to
me, I was very excited.  After the night before, I knew what it felt
like to have an orgasm and hoped that she wanted to do it again. She
rolled next to me right away and whispered in my ear even though there
was no one else on our floor and we could always hear the stairs creak
when someone came up.

    "I need some come to keep my skin soft," she said very close to my
ear.

    "Well, since that's the only reason, I guess I'll get you
something from the Sears cosmetics lady tomorrow." She hit me on the
arm pretty hard and I laughed.

    "This is more fun to put on, it's cheaper, and it's better for my
skin. I've heard." She laughed too.

    "You know what?" she said when we stopped laughing.

    "What?"

    "The doctor told me yesterday that after I took one of the birth
control pills, I could make love to a man."

    "We did," I said. "So I guess that means we could make love to
someone."

    "But I don't want to make love with just anyone, Amy," she
whispered into my ear, her leg over mine again. "I want to make love
with you first."

    "Really? Wouldn't it hurt?"

    She thought about that for a few heartbeats. "I don't know. I
don't think so. I mean nothing else we did hurt."

    "Yeah. That's true. I guess we could try like the first night and
if it did hurt, we could stop."

    "Yeah. Good idea." She was still beside me again for quite a while
until I wondered what she was thinking. "I don't think it will hurt
but I don't know how to start."

    I thought about it. "You know, the first night, when I started
touching you, there was a little bit of slippery stuff and then when I
touched you more, there was more and more."

    "Yeah. And when I started last night, you were sort of little and
soft but really fast you were harder than your finger." She was quiet
again. "And bigger, too."

    For about an hour, I touched and sucked her nipples again and then
put my finger into her pussy and rubbed her clit. She touched me
between the legs, licked my nipples, and rubbed up and down on my
penis.

    "Amy," she whispered through her panting breaths, "instead of
kissing it like last night, I want to put it inside me. Is that okay?"
She could feel my shrug.

    She rolled on top of me much as she did last night and pinched my
nipples as she had the night before. I did the same to her. But when
she got really excited this time, instead of crawling down between my
legs and putting her mouth around my penis, she moved up a little. I
felt her holding it at the opening of her pussy and moving back onto
it a little at a time.

    Like the first night, I felt myself going inside her little by
little. It felt unbelievably hot and wonderful around me. She kept
moving up and back, up and back until, like my finger, it was all
inside her body. It felt very strange but very wonderful as well.

    She lowered herself down onto my chest so our breasts were pressed
into each other and put her hands at the sides of my head. Her mouth
came within a panting inch of my ear. She wasn't moving up and down me
anymore but instead I could feel little muscles moving all around me
in her body.

    I felt her purposely squeeze it tight and moaned with the intense
feeling of it. My penis seemed to move on its own, the muscles
contracting and relaxing to make it move inside her at the same time.

    "That feels fantastic, Amy. Can you feel it!"

    "Yes," I whispered, my eyes closed to feel it all. My answer
sounded more like a gasp.

    "Can you come like this?" she hissed.

    "Yes," I gasped again.

    "Do you think I can get it to come back out?" she continued
maddeningly.

    "I think so," I gasped again. I didn't care.

    She lifted back up again until I was back at the portal of her
pussy and then slowly recovered my length. On the way out, my legs
spread and my stomach retracted as my back arched slightly. On her
return, my body reacted in the opposite. The retraction made me draw
in a deep, shuddering breath and her lowering made me expel it.

    Her body, except for her hot center, seemed frozen in its
position, her hands at the sides of my head, her mouth near my ear,
her breasts pressed to me, her calves clasped around my hips. Her
thighs and bottom and lower back were doing the work.

    She did it again. And again. A little faster each time. As if
fearing it was all going to be over too quickly, she paused with it
teetering barely at the entrance and then dropped fast. She froze with
me fully inside her and both of us panted rapidly, almost afraid to
make a sound.

    She put her open mouth around my ear and let her tongue find the
opening that made it sound like a truck had driven into it. I arched
up to press into her and retreat several times quickly, held under her
weight from long strokes. But she still reacted to my little short
probes.

    "I want your come," she moaned very loudly into my ear. When she
rose up this time, I pumped up into her and as far back as I could
away from her, quickly and over and over during the extended time it
took her to rise all the way.

    I couldn't lose her now and put my hands on her hips, holding her
as I pumped fast in and out of her. She was breathing very hard, in
time with my short strokes into and out of her.

    She was so hot and so slippery and held me so tightly. I couldn't
stand it. I was pumping hard and fast into her.

    Now her middle lost control as well and began pumping at
me. Sometimes it was opposed to my movements and extended the
strokes. Sometimes it was synchronized with mine and we only moved up
and down together with no further penetration at all.

    We were both breathing in time with our movements, harder and
harder, faster and faster. I could see stars behind my eyelids as my
body moved as if on its own and my head arched backward until I could
have looked directly at the wall above my head if I'd opened my eyes
or even cared.

    My body released in an explosion that froze my movements and
dulled all my senses of the world around me. Then it all came crashing
in again and I pulled her as tightly against me as I could, pressing
hard into her.

    Distantly, I heard her little squeals as her orgasm washed through
her as well.

    The next waves pounded back and forth from senseless to
overwhelmingly filled with sensual input in a slowly but steadily
decreasing intensity until the last was, perhaps, only like a muscle
cramp throughout my body.

    Then it too passed and I felt only her dead weight on top of
me. Her pussy was still moving, clenching, around my penis as I felt
it starting to soften already.

    "I like that best, Amy," she said in my ear.

    "Me, too," I answered. We just lay there for a long time,
regaining our normal breathing. I actually wondered if she'd fallen
asleep like this.

    Then she moved slightly and I felt her lifting up above my
softened member until it finally fell out onto my stomach. She moved
up a little further, getting up on her arms and taking her weight off
my stomach as well. I watched her as she looked down between our
bodies in the nearly total darkness.

    I could see her pubic hair in the moonlight that shown between her
legs, making it a kind of halo. She was squeezing and releasing her
muscles, I could see.

    "I don't think it's going to come out," she said.

    "Maybe if you relax," I said. She seemed to try that and I saw a
glimmer of wetness in the halo of hair.

    "Yeah, maybe," she said. "Yeah." I watched as a stream of liquid
slowly dropped to my stomach. "Yeah," she repeated and a large gob of
it fell out of her. She was tightening her muscles and relaxing over
and over as I watched more and more join the growing puddle of it in
the cavity below my bellybutton and above my soft penis. "Oh, boy,
there's lots this time," she said.

    Nothing seemed to come out for quite a while and then she said,
"Maybe that's all. That's enough."

    She rolled to the side, ending up on her back with her legs spread
wide and in the air. She reached down with her hand and rubbed between
her legs and then rubbed up her stomach.  For a moment, I watched her
rub the wetness onto her stomach before it dried or soaked in.  She
did it again but her supply seemed exhausted.

    She reached her hand to the pool of it on my stomach and rubbed it
into the inside of one thigh. When it was gone, she did it again with
the other thigh. She licked her hand before getting more of the
plentiful supply and, curling up a little, applying it to her calves
and knees.

    Another application went to her swollen breasts, the nipples still
standing hard and pointing up toward her face slightly. She put some
on her cheeks before reapplying it to her breasts. I thought she liked
the feeling of it there more than most places or just liked touching
her breasts like that.

    I knew that if I hadn't been so recently drained, the sight of her
would have turned me on immensely.

    She rubbed the last major portion of the pool into her stomach
before rubbing the last of it into my stomach in soft circles.

    Finally, she lay on her back, her legs still up in the air, though
not so spread now, and licked her hands like a cat would to clean its
face.

    "Mmmm, I love the taste," she kept saying in a whisper. Then,
again like a big kitten, she pulled up the covers and tucked her
shoulder under my arm pit and her head on my upper chest. "Thank you,
Amy," she moaned. I heard Pat and Phil talking as they came up the
stairs as I was falling asleep with her pussy against the side of my
naked leg and her leg back between mine.

    Her pussy was still very warm and very wet. With a grin, I thought
that it would be good for the skin on that thigh, at least.


                            Chapter 9

THINGS WENT ALONG pretty smoothly for the next three months. We both
worked and even saved a little money. We'd gotten tired of trying to
find places to put any new clothes so those purchases had pretty well
stopped.

    We met Eric and Ted at the fast food place a couple of times a
week and I even got Ted so he would talk to me instead of being so
shy. We met several other guys as well. Sometimes they would call the
house in the evening and either Michelle or I would talk to them for a
while. There were a couple that Michelle was interested in.

    Mostly we were prepared around Phil who continued to "cop feels"
every now and then from both of us. That's what Eric called it when
Michelle mentioned that "someone" had done that to her.

    It was sort of funny but I seemed to be getting a little heavier
on top because some of my favorite dresses got too tight and I finally
got Gloria to let me trade my C-cup forms that brought it back to
normal. I thought my nipples were more sensitive and maybe even a
little bigger but I figured that was because Michelle paid so much
attention to them.

    The morning after we first made love, Michelle made me sit down on
the stool when I came back from my shower and then sat down on my lap,
facing me. It was only a few minutes before I'd filled her with
another load of my come and she was standing in the middle of the
room, rubbing it into her thighs and stomach and breasts.

    It seemed like every time we were alone dependably for more than a
few minutes, we made love with each other again. She even sucked me to
an orgasm on the living room couch one weekend when everyone went
shopping or somewhere.

    We made love from me on top, her on top, sideways, upside down,
sitting, standing, and from behind her like dogs or something. I even
rubbed her to an orgasm on the bus to downtown one Saturday afternoon.

    She made me in a movie one Friday night even though I was scared
to death we'd get caught. It was all wonderful fun. We never tired of
it even when we did it three times in one day.

    Even with our relationship, I'm sure we always looked like
perfectly normal roommates and friends to those watching
us. Certainly, no one could have guessed that I'm a guy instead of a
girl. In a group of women, I was almost the only one that someone
would pick out as being "so feminine and sweet."

    I guess I'd started out with few problems in adapting but, over
time, I just got better and better at it. Pat even came in the
bathroom one morning while I was going to the bathroom and I was only
wearing a bra with my panties down at my ankles, and she still didn't
see anything different than she expected though I'd clamped my legs
together tightly when she came into the room.

    I even ran into Phil in the hallway after my shower one morning
with nothing but a bra and panties on and she didn't know anything.

    But that sort of changed.

                          * * *

    Friday night Eric called Michelle and they talked for a while
before she came back to watch TV with me and Jo and Mary.

    "He asked me out tomorrow night," she said to me when she sat
down. "Dinner and a movie or something."

    "What did you say?" I asked.

    "I told him I would. Okay?" I shrugged. I hadn't thought about it
but it really was okay with me.

    "Sure. If you want to."

    In bed that night, she seemed more worried about my reaction to
her date. Since I really thought it was okay and wasn't jealous or
anything, I finally got it through to her that it was okay. Of course
we made love after we talked and I knew she'd be back to me the next
night to make love again.

    The next morning Phil dropped us off at the mall before she took
Pat to the train to go home for the weekend. She lived in Monterrey or
somewhere south and hadn't been home in months.

    After work, we went home and watched a video movie and then I
helped Michelle get ready for her date. I'd just realized that it was
the first date she'd been on since I'd known her.  She said she'd only
gone out once before, to a movie with a bunch of kids, when she was in
8th grade. We couldn't decide if that had really been a date or
not. Probably not.

    She was really excited and the excitement lasted at least until
Eric picked her up at six.

    When I went into the living room after she left, I realized only
Phil was here right now. Jo had gone to a friend's for the evening,
Mary was on the north coast somewhere for a swimsuit modeling job, and
Doris was working late on a project with a couple of her lawyers.

    I was still careful around Phil, even though she seemed to only do
funny things once in a while and mostly was just pleasant. We ordered
a pizza and shared it around the coffee table as we watched another
video movie.

    On the weekends, I usually wore a shirt or blouse and a loose
skirt because a skirt was a lot more comfortable for me than pants or
shorts that I had to tuck up in. At least I could wear flat shoes
instead of heels on the weekends and I didn't have to wear pantyhose.

    After the movie, I went up to our room to get a book and then
couldn't decide whether to go back downstairs or just stay in the room
and read until Michelle got home. I was still trying to decide when I
heard Phil come up. That sort of made my decision. If she was going to
bed, there wasn't much reason to go back downstairs to keep her
company.

    "Hey, Amy?" I heard her call.

    "Yeah, Phil."

    "Could you give me a hand?" I dropped my book on the bed and went
into the hall.

    "Sure. What do you need?" I went into her room. I'd never been in
her and Pat's room before. They'd decorated it pretty nice, with a
curtain to cover their clothes and three dolls on the dresser instead
of cosmetics and things. They had a really pretty bedspread.

    "Oh. You've never been in here before, have you?"

    "Huh uh," I said.

    "So. Here it is. Home sweet home."

    "It's pretty."

    "Mostly Pat's doing. She likes the frilly things. I don't care
much."

    "It's still pretty."

    "Thanks." She seemed genuinely pleased that I approved.

    "What do you need."

    "Well, there's something over here," she said, looking down beside
the far side of the bed.  They had a little more room than we did and
the bed was away from the walls on both sides.  She was looking down
the other side. It was still pretty narrow on the other side where she
was standing so I cut across the bed and looked down the far side
where her attention was.

    "What? I don't see anything." I couldn't see for her shadow or
whatever but I was thinking it was probably a spider or something. I
didn't particularly like them any better than most people so I was
being cautious.

    "Just this," she said and put something around my left wrist. When
I lifted up my arm to see what it was, it looked like some sort of
wide band and it was hooked to a chain that went to the brass
headboard.

    "Wait," I said as she put something around my right wrist from
behind me as she stood at the other side of the bed. Then she pulled
and I saw her hook the other end of it to the headboard over
there. "What are you doing, Phil?"

    She laughed kind of evilly. I had to lean back against the
headboard, sitting funny on my legs, to look at her and to just be
comfortable with my arms spread like that.

    "Amy, my sweet," she said. "The day you and Michelle walked into
the house, I knew I wanted to do a little more than play house."

    "Phil! What do you mean?"

    "I mean I like girls. I particularly like cute, young, blond,
beautiful little girls. Like you."

    "I don't understand." I really didn't.

    "I'll explain. You know that Pat and I are ... very close
friends."

    "Uh huh." Much more than that, I knew. You couldn't live next door
to someone for three months and not hear a little of what went on in
the other room. Michelle and I had listened to them make love with
each other several times. And I was pretty sure they'd heard us, too.

    "Very very close friends. Lovers, actually." I nodded.

    "Well, what you might not know is that we've never been
exclusive. It's not like we're married to each other or anything. We
both date sometimes." She walked around the bed as she talked, her
heels clicking on the floor as she did. She liked to wear very tight
jeans, men's styled shirts and high heels.

    "I don't mean that we're lesbians, though we both date girls
sometimes and make love to each other, but we go out with guys,
too. You know that. Actually, we're bisexuals and we like to be with
all sorts of people.

    "Now, I know what you're thinking. We're not exclusive with each
other at all. When we're together that's great, but Pat wouldn't mind
a bit that I like you, too." She looked at me again with my arms
spread

    "Listen," she said as she leaned on the foot of the bed and showed
me her considerable cleavage. "What I'm going to do is make love to
you. Because you're very desirable. And I think you're going to like
it very very much. Okay?"

    "N-no!" I said.

    "What?"

    "No! I don't want to make love with you."

    "Oh come on. It's not like you're a virgin or anything. Pat and I
lay here and listen to you and Michelle going at it every night. And
you're not married either. After all, she's out with a guy
tonight. Right?"

    God, I was scared. If she did anything with me, she was going to
find out. And if she found out, I was out on the street. She could
probably even turn me over to the police or something.

    I could only shake my head and hope that it would work.

    "Please. I want to leave now."

    "Well, you've been torturing me for a long time now," she
said. "You're one of the cutest girls I've ever known. And all that
messing around in the next room every night. I've just got to satisfy
my curiosity." She put up her hand as I started to say something else.

    "I'm not going to take no for an answer and that's all there is to
it. I'm sure you're going to enjoy it as much as I will. But I'll tell
you for sure. It is going to happen. Whether you want it to or not."

    "No!" I said again.

    "Oh, yes." She climbed onto the bed with me and pulled me down
toward the foot. Luckily, my skirt pulled up between my legs as she
did it but I didn't like being at this sort of disadvantage. I
couldn't even fight back with my hands pulled out to my sides and
firmly fastened.

    I kicked but immediately felt another one of those bands go around
my ankle and heard the click as it was fastened to the foot of the
bed. It was only a second later when the other ankle was fastened
firmly.

    "Phil, you don't understand. Please don't do this!"

    "Oh, no, my sweet. I may never have this opportunity again --
being alone in the house with you. I'm going to take advantage of it
and, if something good comes from it, so much the better. If it's only
a one time thing, I'll settle for that."

    She sat down on the edge of the bed at waist level and started to
unbutton my shirt, talking all the time as if to hypnotize me.

    "Have you ever been with an older woman, Amy? We really do know
what we're doing better than a youngster like Michelle. I know she's
done a lot with you but you've never lived until a knowledgeable woman
has made love to you." She pulled the shirt out of my skirt and threw
it open.

    "Please?" I begged. She leaned forward and kissed my lips softly.

    "There really isn't anything to worry about, sweetheart. I'm not
going to do anything you won't love." She had reached around me and
undone my bra. I knew it was all over now. She pushed it above my
breast forms and I saw her eyes go wide.

    "Why you little fake," she said with a laugh. "I'll bet this was
your problem. Jeez. I should have thought. Great tits! Ha! Someone who
works at Frederick's can have tits any size they want.

    "You know though, sweetie," she lifted one of the silicone forms
and looked at me then lifted the other and laid it on a little night
stand at the side of the bed. "Lots of us have small breasts -- A and
B-cups -- and it looks just fine. Besides, there's nothing wrong with
enhancing the look a little like you have."

    I couldn't believe that she had seen my chest now and she was
still talking as if I were a girl and not a boy.

    "Why, they're small, but nicely shaped and you may even grow into
a larger size before you're done growing. You probably have another
couple of years."

    Her fingers had found my nipple and was tweaking and playing with
it. It made me squirm with the feeling. I looked down and saw that
both of them were swollen a little with the cool air, my nervousness,
and her touches.

    Her lips came down to the one she had not been touching and her
tongue flicked across it.  Her hand molded to my tiny breast, cupping
it and squeezing a little. It felt good, like it did when Michelle did
that, but the situation was still terrible.

    Actually, it didn't just feel good. It felt really really
good. Different than with Michelle.  Maybe even because of my
fear. But I wasn't getting turned on, at least not hard, because I was
so afraid still.

    "See? I told you you'd like it."

    "Please don't go any further, Phil. Please?"

    "After going this far? I've just got to, sweetie. You understand."

    She flipped up my skirt onto my stomach then and I expected her to
see what there was to see through the material of my firm
panties. But, I guess the combination of her expectations of what she
would see and my definitely unexcited condition, allowed her to
overlook what was there.

    "I'm sorry, baby. I'm afraid I have to destroy these panties. But
Monday morning I'll let you pick out the cutest ones in the store to
replace them. Okay?"

    She had a pair of scissors and put them in the leghole at one side
and cut up to the waistband in two snips. Then she set aside the
scissors and smiled at me again.

    "Now's the big moment for me. I've wanted to see your cute little
pussy for months. You're probably not a real blond either. Is that the
rest of your secret?"

    She looked down and pulled the material of the panties down. By a
quirk of fate, my penis was soft and to the opposite side. She still
didn't see it.

    "Nope. Just as blond below as above." She smiled and pulled the
panties the rest of the way down my leg. She froze and stared at what
she'd revealed.

    "My God!" Her eyes flew to mine and I both fought with tears and
blushed with embarrassment. "You're ..." She got up and turned her
back to me.

    "Please, Phil! Don't tell ..." I was interrupted by her loud
laughter.

    "This is rich!" she yelled. "This is unbelievable!"

    "Please?"

    "You're a ... a boy! Oh, my God! This is great!" She laughed and
walked around the room some more. "All this time. Sharing a
shower. Running into you in the hall. Playing touchy feely! Ha!" She
was almost doubled up with laughter. "Why?"

    She turned back to me and looked at the evidence she'd uncovered
between my legs.

    "I'm sorry, Phil. They wouldn't let us in unless we were both
girls."

    "Michelle really is a girl then," I nodded. "Thank God. I'd think
I'd gone completely over the edge if she was a boy, too."

    She had her hands in a sort of prayer position in front of her
lips as she looked at me.

    "No. This is even better," she said to herself because I didn't
have the vaguest idea what she was talking about.

    "Please don't tell, Phil. Or they'll kick us out and we don't have
anywhere to go."

    "The hottest salesgirl Frederick's has ever had and she's a boy!
Unbelievable!"

    "Phil?"

    "What? Oh," she looked at my face again. "No. Don't worry. I'm not
going to tell anybody but Pat and she doesn't care. You'll probably
have to help me convince her it's true though. I mean, she won't
believe it if I just tell her. I know she won't."

    She leaned over and kissed my soft penis. I hadn't expected that
at all. I was just heaving a sigh of relief at her promise not to
tell.

    "But I want an understanding," she said. I waited. "There are some
things I want that I'm sure you'll be more than happy to help me
with. Won't you?"

    "Sure, Phil," I said from my spread-eagled position on the bed.

    "You like being a girl, don't you?" she said as she crawled,
catlike, onto the bed over me.

    "Yes."

    "You are a natural. I mean, you've convinced everyone who lives
with you every day and half the public who goes to Frederick's."

    "Everyone seems to believe ... what I am."

    "Uh huh. Well, you know that it's impossible to be a real girl, no
a real woman, until --" she held up a finger, "-- you've gotten
laid. That's no kidding now. Even a girl isn't sure of her sex until
she gets fucked the first time. Then she's either sold on it or takes
steps to give it up as a bad risk."

    "Really?"

    "Really."

    "But I can't --" She interrupted with that uplifted finger again.

    "Ah, but you can," she said. She turned to her nightstand and I
heard her rifling around in it. I couldn't see what she was
doing. "Okay. Now I'm going to release your legs because we can't do
this right otherwise. But if you kick me or resist me too much, we'll
just forget everything, I'll have a talk with Mary and Doris when they
get back, and you can look for another place to live."

    "No, please. I don't want that. I wouldn't kick you."

    "Okay." She took a little key out of her shirt pocket and
something clicked at my ankle.  The band fell away. She did the same
with the other band.

    "Now this is about the same thing I'd planned to do if you'd been
the girl I thought you were when we started this." She lifted up the
gold headed vibrator she'd bought from me the first week or so I
worked at Frederick's. "Do you remember this?"

    "Uh huh."

    "Well, this little helper is going to change you from a girl to a
woman. Well, boy to a woman possibly. Okay?" I just nodded and watched
her. "Okay. Now lift your legs until your knees touch your
chest. Yeah, like that. Now spread them a little, that's right. A
little further.

    "Now relax. Particularly where I touch you. Okay?" I nodded
again. I didn't know what she was going to do.

    I felt the really cold liquid first and then the metal of the
vibrator. She rubbed it across my asshole then and I almost put my leg
down but then I would have kicked her and I said I wouldn't.

    "No, Phil," I said calmly.

    "You'll like it if you don't fight it. I guarantee it." My hands
were still chained. I knew I didn't have any choice. I winced as she
pressed it but I made sure I didn't kick her or lower my
legs. Instead, I spread them a little further so it felt more
comfortable. "That's it. Okay."

    She pushed a little harder and I felt a little pain. I tried to
relax the muscles there like she'd told me. She pushed harder and I
felt the pain and moaned.

    "Phil, it --"

    "That's it, sweetheart," she continued and pushed again,
harder. It hurt more. "Just relax.  There. That's it. Better." She
pushed again and it hurt a lot but this time she didn't stop
pushing. I could feel it sliding into me and a steady moan came from
deep inside me. I couldn't tell how deep the vibrator was in me. I
sure knew it hurt though. "That's it! Great! Okay!

    "Now we can make love, sweetie," she said and, in a motion, pulled
her shirt off and dropped it on the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra
and her breasts were quite small but her nipples were swollen and
enormously long. She stripped off her pants the same way, kicking her
shoes off as well and she wasn't wearing panties either.

    "What do you think?" she asked as I looked at her bare front. She
didn't have a single hair between her legs. I sort of groaned. I
couldn't move anything without the pain shooting up my spine.

    She came down to me and kissed my lips, delving her tongue deep
into my mouth for a moment. Then she sucked on my nipples, first one
and then the other, biting them just a little.  That felt good.

    She moved up my body then until her long nipple dangled over my
mouth and slowly lowered it until I could take it.

    "Suck on it. Yes, that's it. Suck hard." Her hard body vibrated
with the feeling of it as I sucked. "That's it. I can't stand it any
more. I've got to fuck you now."

    She turned and put one knee on either side of my chest upside
down. Her glistening, bare pussy was only inches above my mouth. Then
she lowered her own mouth to my penis, taking it all inside and
sucking on it.

    Immediately, my body tensed and I felt the vibrator in my ass
again. I could have screamed if her clean-shaven pussy hadn't come
down on my mouth just then. It tasted strong and womanly, unlike
Michelle's sweet, young taste. Her mouth on me was also strong,
sucking me into her throat and back out.

    I could feel myself getting ready to come right then but she put
her arms over my uplifted thighs, holding me spread still further, and
grabbed hold of the vibrator. That distracted me at just the right
moment to save my instant orgasm.

    Then she started fucking me, pulling the long metal rod out and
then pressing it far back inside, pulling it out, and far back in. All
the time her head was pistoning on my penis. I sucked her harder and
harder, swallowing the amounts of juice she was producing.

    I screamed into her covering pussy and she felt and heard me and
knew I was over the top.  She flicked on the motor of the vibrator and
sucked me even harder than before.

    I came deep in her mouth and every time I thought I was finished,
she'd start rapidly fucking me with the vibrating rod in my ass. I'd
come again.


                            Chapter 10

SHE SUCKED ME dry and covered my face with her juices before she
finally raised herself and pulled the vibrator out of me. I was so
exhausted, I just lay there on her bed for a long time without moving.

    When I finally regained myself, I looked up at her. She was just
sitting there rubbing my naked leg and smiling. She didn't speak until
my eyes opened and I returned her smile.

    "I told you," she said. "You did love it didn't you?" I could only
nod my head.

    "And you know what?" I shook my head, still having trouble
focusing my eyes. "When I tell you other things we're going to do,
you'll enjoy them every bit as much."

    "Other things?" I croaked through my dry throat.

    "Other things," she stated. "Now when we do these 'other' things,
it can either be like this again, with your arms or legs chained, or
it can be with your help. I think you'd rather it was with your help
but it can be this way if you want. Do you understand?"

    "Yes." I did. Either I was going to help her with things she
wanted to do or she'd force me.  One way or the other, it appeared I
was going to be doing more things with Phillis. I looked at her,
remembering what she'd done to me and how wonderful it had felt, and
decided I really didn't mind. "So you're not going to tell Mary and
Doris about me?"

    "No, Amy. I want you around." Her eyes shown but I didn't know if
it was mischief or evil or just the thought of fun. "There are some
other very good things about tonight, Amy. Have you thought?"

    "No, what?"

    "After we tell Patty, you won't have to worry about being
discovered in the bathroom or the shower any more because we'll all
know about it up here. And the other good part is that, when we tell
Michelle, no one will have to worry about making a little noise while
we're making love. As long as we don't go crazy and attract attention
downstairs."

    "Oh, yeah," I said.

    She leaned over me, her nipple only a couple of inches from my
nose, and undid the strap on my left wrist. I was really tempted to
suck it again but I didn't. I just watched it bounce around and kept
watching as she undid the other restraint on my right arm.

    "Get dressed and come back downstairs, okay sweetie?" I nodded. I
watched, a little astonished, as she stepped into her pants and shoes
almost in a single motion and swung her shirt onto her arms all at the
same time. She hadn't zipped her pants or buttoned her shirt as she
left the room but she was close to being dressed in that about two
second exhibition.

    I dressed more slowly and carefully then went to my room and got a
new pair of panties and brushed my long hair before I went downstairs.

                          * * *

    When I sat down on the couch with a cold drink in my hand, she got
up and sat close beside me.

    "It's okay, baby," she said, brushing stray strands of hair off
the side of my face as she talked. There was another movie on the
VCR. "It'll probably be hours before anyone else comes home and when
they do, we can hear them in plenty of time."

    "I know," I said. "It's okay I guess." I was having very strange
feelings about all this. She was being very nice but at the same time
it was obvious that whatever she wanted, she was going to get. She had
all the cards and I could only wait to see how, or if, she played
them.

    "I'll bet I could even get you off again before anyone comes
home. How'd you like that, my little boy cunt?" I nodded
uncomfortably. "Why, I'll bet you could even get me off, too." She
grinned.

    She looked at me and played with my hair as I finished my drink
slowly, watching the movie. I was sitting with my legs crossed at the
knees and my hands relaxed on top of my leg.

    "You're always such a little lady, aren't you my sweet?" I
nodded. I tried. She was sitting with her heels up on the couch behind
her, turned to pay full attention to me. She held her calf with one
hand while the other, resting on her elbow on the back of the couch,
played with my hair continuously.

    She leaned toward me a little and put her hand around my head to
pull me a little closer to her mouth. Her tongue came out and licked
my lips where I'd replaced my lipstick before I came down and after
I'd washed my face.

    "In your bed, do you sleep on the outside or back against the
wall?" I told her and she nodded. She licked my lips again. "Kiss my
tongue," she whispered and licked my lips again. It was really
strange, but I was getting excited again. I looked at it and kissed
it. "That's it. Now suck it like it was a straw." I shaped my lips
into a small hole around the tip of it and sucked on it.

    She'd had it stuck way out but when I did that she brought her
lips to mine again and pressed inward with her tongue. I opened my
mouth to her and continued to suck on her tongue. She pulled away and
sighed, "Yes. I like that. Again." Her mouth returned to mine, her
tongue deep into my mouth where I sucked it hungrily.

    She finally sat back, her fingers returning to their play in my
hair and across my cheek and ear as she smiled.

    "That's it, my little boy cunt. You like me to kiss you, don't
you?"

    "Yes," I said, returning her smile. "I've liked it all tonight."
She beamed.

    "Will you be my little slut now?" she asked. I didn't know what
she meant so I shrugged.  "Always the lady, aren't we?

    "Well, to be my little slut now, you must lay your head on the arm
of the couch and lay on your back. Okay?" I did it, my legs still off
the front of the couch. "Here. These belong in my lap." She guided my
legs until they were across her legs. "No. Really, this one belongs up
here," she said as she lifted my right leg and put it on the back of
the couch, spreading me wide. "And this one should be like this." She
pushed my shoe up toward my bottom, my knee going out over the front
until my legs were spread wide.

    I felt very exposed even before she carefully rearranged my skirt
onto my stomach. I knew she could see my hardness through the material
of my panties but, for some reason, I felt very feminine in this
position. She moved toward me until the side of her leg was against my
left shin and my right leg was behind her head.

    "Now we can just watch the movie," she said, placing her attention
on the TV screen. I looked at it but it may as well have been a blank
wall for all the visual information I got from it. My whole attention
was on my legs and the lewd position she'd placed me in on the couch.

    Her fingers began then to absently move along the inside of my
spread thigh, her nails just touching the sensitive skin. Her hand
moved randomly along my calf, then the thigh again and again, and my
calf again.

    I still looked at the moving screen as her fingers went between my
legs and up the other thigh and back down across my panties. I
moaned. The panties were french cut high to my hips so she could touch
a lot of skin without touching them hardly at all.

    Then her fingernails began tracing the edge of one leghole and
then the other for a long while as we just stared at the flickering
movie.

    "This is the love scene," she said. I hadn't even realized it but
now saw a woman being stripped by the hero and gently laid down on the
big bed. He followed her, laying on top of her. Her movements became
frenzied as he kissed her and you got the idea that he was doing many
things to her beyond what you could see on the screen.

    Phil's fingers pushed the material of my panties toward the crack
of my ass and then into the channel. Then she did the same thing with
the other leghole until the material was a narrow string from my balls
almost to my waist in back.

    She continued to watch the love scene on the television as she
traced the newly established legholes across my sensitive skin. She
looked down just as the tightened material and my increasing
excitement forced the head of my penis above the waist of my
panties. She grinned and returned her attention to the TV while
running her fingernail up and down my penis through the thin material,
just flicking the underside of my penis's head at the top of each
stroke.

    I spent more time glancing over my shoulder to ensure no one had
come into the room to see me like this, than I did watching the
movie. I felt unbelievably exposed lying like this as she played with
me.

    Then her finger went down between my ass cheeks over the thin
ribbon of panty stuck there. I could feel her brush past my
asshole. Then she pushed the material aside and ran her fingernail
over the little pucker for a long time. It was driving me crazy.

    Just as I thought I couldn't stand it any more, she pressed her
finger through the recently loosened sphincter and into me. She kept
pressing inward more and more until I felt her other fingers pressing
hard against the skin around it. Then she started wiggling it and
there was something very sensitive inside there I hadn't felt before.

    She stroked in and out of me slowly, distractedly, while she
watched the movie. Then she slid almost all the way out of me and then
pressed back in with two fingers. It made me draw in my breath. It
didn't really hurt but it certainly felt like more. She moved both
fingers inside me and then started stroking in and out of me again.

    I couldn't keep my eyes open while she did that and was having a
very hard time not panting too loudly and disturbing her concentration
on the movie.

    She put three fingers in me then and that bordered on hurting more
than it excited me. She was at least looking at me now while she
stroked in and out. She was grinning broadly.

    I saw her look over her shoulder at the window before I heard the
car. Then the engine shut off and she still had her fingers in my ass.

    "Phil?" I moaned. "Someone's here."

    "I know," she said. "I wonder if we'll get caught doing
this. You're such a slut!" she moaned. I heard the front door open and
her hand pulled out of me fast. I rolled a little and pulled my leg
off the back of the couch and joined it with the other, pulling down
my skirt.

    My heart was thudding in my chest with fear of discovery. I looked
up and saw Doris's back toward me just before she turned.

    "Hi," she said brightly. "Boy, am I glad to be home. I was afraid
those assholes were going to keep me there all night!"

    "I just hate assholes," Phil said as she looked at her hand and
grinned at me. I blushed and felt my heart flutter again.

    "Yeah, but we got it done anyway and now the pressure's off for a
while. Is there anything to drink in the refrigerator?" she said as
she headed for the kitchen. She didn't wait for an answer.

    "I don't hate all assholes," Phil said in a whisper to me when
Doris left the room. "I think yours is cute, little boy cunt." She
sniffed her fingers that had been inside of me. "Some assholes are
sweet," she said.

    I could only gulp. At least there was one good thing about almost
getting caught. I wasn't hard any more. Instead, I ached between my
legs all the way into my stomach.

    Doris came back and sat down in the chair nearest my head on the
end of the couch. Phil paused the movie and said, "I need to wash my
hands and see if there are some chips or something around."

    "Yeah, there are. I was tempted but held myself back. Too many
calories," Doris said.

    I stretched my legs out on the couch and found that my stomach
hurt worse. I moaned as I sat back up but at least it felt better that
way. I'm sure I was holding my stomach when I looked at Doris who was
staring at me.

    "Cramps, honey?"

    "Yeah, I guess," I said. All of the symptoms of women's periods
were common in the house with six women and me. They were cussed and
discussed about half the month. Doris and Mary had unusually bad
pre-menstrual cramps that tied them up for two or three days each
month.

    "Want me to rub your tummy? Sometimes that helps me," she
said. That's all I needed now.

    "No, no. It's okay. Really."

    Phil came back into the room with a big bag of potato chips,
popped one in her mouth with the same fingers she had had in me a few
minutes before, then sucked on each of them as if getting the salt
off.

    She sat down next to me on the couch and munched on chips while we
all watched the rest of the movie. My "cramps" went away in another
few minutes.

                          * * *

    Jo came back from her friend's house a little later and sat down
to watch the end of the movie and start another. Shortly after it
started, Michelle came in the door and sat down beside me. A few
minutes later she gave me the sign that she needed to talk and that it
was time for bed.

    We said goodnight to everyone and, when I looked at Phil, she was
looking at me strangely from under her eyebrows and with a smile on
her lips. She was actually quite beautiful in a hard sort of way.

    We went upstairs to our room and took turns in the bathroom. As I
got undressed, I heard Phil come upstairs and into the bathroom before
going into her room. Michelle beat me into bed by just a few seconds
and I had to turn the light off and crawl in over her.

    "I couldn't wait to tell you about my date, Amy. It was so great!"
I shifted to get comfortable. I found that my bottom hurt a little
from Phil's attentions and it took a little doing. I was dressed in my
sleep bra, a nightie that looked like a sort of soft corset, and the
panties for it. Michelle had on only her shortie nightgown. She rarely
wore panties anymore to bed.

    "Eric is so nice! He took me out to a really nice place to eat,
not too expensive but the food was wonderful. After dinner, he drove
out to the city overlook. Do you know where that is? Up on the top of
one of the hills, looking down over the city."

    I was happy for her and found myself smiling into the darkness as
she talked.

    "It's just a beautiful spot and you can see everything from there
-- the bridge and the boats and the islands and the bay. We've got to
go up there sometime so I can show you." I nodded.

    "It seems like Eric always has something to talk about and we just
talked and talked. Well, after a while, he put his arm around me. When
he talked, it seemed like it was right into my ear. I can't tell you
how it turned me on but it was a long time before he even kissed me,
Amy.  And by the time he did, I really wanted him to. I was so glad.

    "He kisses really good. I've got to show you the way he did
it. But he never touched me anywhere except my back when he was
holding me. We kissed for a long long time, until the windows in the
car were all steamed up, before he brought me home."

    She seemed truly happy and I was happy for her.

    "Oh, Amy. I really like him and, if you were around him for a
little while, I'll bet you'd like him a lot, too."

    "We've eaten with Eric and Ted a couple of times a week for
months, Michelle. I know him. And I do like him fine."

    "Yeah. But I mean different. It's different when you go out with a
guy and he's all interested in paying attention just to you, you
know?" I nodded. I thought I did.

    Her voice changed then. "But you know what?" She'd turned on her
side to me and had her leg over mine again. I shook my head. "He
didn't do any of the things to me that you do. I mean, I liked him and
liked kissing him but it was altogether different than with us. I
could hardly wait to get home."

    She pumped her middle into my leg a few times. "I just want to
make love with you, okay?" I was stirring in my panties and knew that
in a few seconds I could be ready for her. I smiled into the darkness,
thinking about the ways we could make love tonight.

    There was a knock on the door and Michelle scrambled away from my
side as it opened.  Phil came in and shut the door behind her. I
groaned inwardly. As she came quickly across the room, I saw that she
was wearing a very low cut full length nightgown that had a slit up to
the hip. She'd undone her hair for the first time since I'd known her
and it hung in dark strings across her shoulder and down across her
breasts. The nightgown was so white it almost luminesced where her
dark skin and hair didn't cover it or wasn't covered by it.

    "I'm sorry if I woke you," she said. "But I'm lonely and that room
just seems to echo."

    "Oh, that's okay," Michelle said. "We were just talking for a
minute before we went to sleep." I could hear the disappointment in
her voice. She'd been ready to make love. "I didn't realize you had
such beautiful hair, Phil. It must be three feet long."

    "Uh huh. I had it cut a couple of months ago. It was clear down to
my asshole." Michelle giggled with her.

    "Why do you always keep it up in that bun? It's really pretty."

    "Oh, it's just a lot easier to take care of, that's all. Besides,
it gets in my way." She was sitting on Michelle's edge of the bed with
the naked leg that came out of the slit, curled beside her and the
other down on the floor.

    "I'll bet the girls at the Hair Factory could style it so it isn't
so harsh looking and would still be pretty easy to take care of,"
Michelle said. I'd turned in the bed toward Phil when she sat down and
Michelle had back over against me. I could feel the warmth of her bare
bottom against my legs and stomach.

    "Hey, the floor's really cold. Can I get my feet warmed up?" she
said then and, unbidden, lifted the covers and crawled
underneath. "Feel," she said, putting her foot on Michelle's leg but
touching mine as well. It was icy.

    "Here, I'm crowding you guys." She turned on her side facing
us. "Michelle, you go ahead and lay on your back here in the middle
and that'll give Amy a little more room. I'll just steal some of your
heat." I watched her purposefully put her foot on the inside of
Michelle's calf as Michelle returned to her spot on her back. I
noticed that Phil's leg was across Michelle's.

    "Oh, your foot is like ice," Michelle said with a little
uncomfortable giggle. I purposely moved up close to Michelle on the
other side.

    "What were you talking about when I interrupted? Oh, your date
tonight, I'll bet," she sounded exuberant. I saw her put her hand on
Michelle's stomach through the covers.

    "Uh huh," Michelle said.

    "Well? How was it? Did he take you someplace nice?" Michelle
seemed to relax a little.  She was still excited about her date. I
noticed that Phil's leg was still over Michelle's.

    Michelle got into the conversation a little then and mentioned the
name of the restaurant.  Phil seemed to know it, had been there once,
and asked her what she'd had to eat. She said she'd had something else
but that her date that night had what Michelle had and she'd tasted
it.

    She got Michelle to relax as she talked again about her date. Phil
managed to draw a lot more detail out of Michelle about what Eric had
done as they necked on the overlook. Where he touched her and how he
did it and what it made her feel like. I noticed how, all the time
Michelle talked, Phil stroked her stomach and, during the hottest part
of her talk, moved her foot up and down the inside of Michelle's leg.

    Michelle never protested. She was actually getting quite excited
as she went along and Phil was taking advantage of it. I kept
wondering how I felt about it.

    If Phil was trying to seduce Michelle, it appeared she was doing a
pretty good job of it.


                            Chapter 11

AS IF SHE were trying to keep up with her, like girl talk about dates
seemed to go, Phil told us about her last date. The guy took her to an
early movie and then to his apartment. Just as she'd drawn Michelle
out, she told about every detail of necking with the guy on his couch.

    Then, stopping, she let Michelle ask her for what happened next.

    "Oh, you don't want to know all that. Just say that we went a lot
further than you did on your date tonight," Phil said coyly. While
Michelle had talked, I'd watched as she moved closer and closer to
Michelle until now her entire front was pressed up against Michelle's
side, her leg over Michelle's. Michelle was warm as well as being
aroused and had pushed the covers down to her waist by now.

    Phil's hand had been on her stomach, separated from her skin by
only the thin nightie, for some time.

    "Come on, Phillis," Michelle said. "You started it. What did he do
then?"

    "Well, okay. First, while we were on the couch, he started playing
with my titties through my dress. You know how I usually don't wear
bras. He found out right away and kissed me and played with me until I
almost couldn't stand it." I could feel Michelle squirming a little
and noticed that Phil's hand had moved up under her breast as she
talked.

    "I was wearing a little low cut dress, my black one that I wore
last weekend." Michelle nodded. "He unzipped the back while he was
kissing me and the next thing I knew, he was touching my titties
directly with his fingers. He did just what I like most."

    "What's that?" Michelle said breathlessly. Phil demonstrated on
herself as she described it.

    "He took my nipple in his fingers and rolled it around and around
until I was really hard.  Then, instead of just going like that, he
started to pull on it and squeeze, you know. That really gets me
excited." She was doing exactly that with her own fingers and Michelle
was watching her fingers. Even in the semi-darkness, I could see how
hard her nipples were and so could Michelle.

    She put her hand back on Michelle's front but this time it was
over her breast.

    "Then he lifted up my skirt and put his hand down the front of my
pantyhose and stuck his fingers in my pussy. I thought that was about
the best thing but then he started rubbing my clit and, just like
that, I came." I saw that she was almost demonstrating with her
midsection against Michelle's hip as she pumped it against her. "It
was a spectacular climax."

    "Was that it? Did he take you home then?" Michelle asked,
wide-eyed.

    "Oh, no. That was just the start. That's when he took me to his
bedroom. He stripped me and I stripped him and then he fucked me until
he'd had two climaxes and I lost count of mine." She was breathing
hard now with her own story and still squeezing Michelle's breast
through the thin material of her nightie.

    "Oh, I was so hoping that Eric would do that to me tonight,"
Michelle moaned. "But I guess it's only the first date. Maybe he will
another time. If he asks me out again."

    "I'm sure he will, honey," she said, never stopping her
ministrations to Michelle's breast.  She kissed her on the cheek as if
to comfort her. "Oh. Amy? You should tell Michelle about our evening."

    I froze. What did she want me to do?

    "Ah, yeah," I said as Michelle looked at me. "Well, we got a pizza
and watched a movie for a while."

    "That's boring stuff, Amy. Get to the good part." I couldn't look
at Michelle, the way she was staring at me as Phil played with her
breast.

    "Well, I came up to find a book to read and was trying to decide
whether I should go back downstairs to keep Phil company or just stay
here and read when I heard her come up to her room. I decided to just
stay up here and read then."

    "And then what happened, Amy?" Phil said, forcing me.

    "Well," I began, flushing and wondering how to get around
this. "Phil yelled and asked if I could help her so I went into their
room. It's really pretty, Michelle."

    "Thanks. But what happened then?" she asked again. Prodding me.

    "Well, she was looking at something behind the bed so I went to
look --"

    "Crawled across my bed."

    "Uh huh."

    "And then what happened, Amy?"

    "Well, you put some kind of band or something around my wrist."

    "Yeah. They're called soft restraints because they're fur
lined. Very comfortable." Her hand was still rubbing Michelle's breast
and I could feel Michelle's eyes on me.

    "I couldn't figure out what she was doing, so when she went around
the bed, I watched her and tried to get my hand free."

    "And then?"

    "She put another band around my other hand -- wrist."

    "I have a brass bed and they're fastened to the headboard," she
explained. "What then, Amy?"

    "She unbuttoned my shirt and then took off my bra." Michelle drew
in her breath. "She took away my breast forms." She drew it in again.

    "Amy's such a little faker," Phil said. "I told her she had a cute
little pair of titties without having to fool everybody with those
plastic things." Michelle was looking from one to the other of us as
we each talked. "Unlike yours, sweetie," she noted, pointing out to
Michelle that she was playing with her breast, for the first
time. Michelle squirmed a little but she didn't try to stop her.

    "Then she sucked on my nipples for a minute and bit them. It felt
good. I think that's when she got undressed. No, first she fastened my
legs to the foot of the bed. Or maybe that was before she unbuttoned
my shirt."

    "Yeah, I did that before I touched you, honey. That's when I got
undressed though. What did you think of my body?"

    "Ah, mostly I was scared." Michelle knew why. "But she's got
really tiny breasts but really huge nipples that were hard."

    "Like they are now," she said. "What about my pussy?"

    "She's shaved between her legs, Michelle."

    "I think that makes it much prettier," Phil added.

    "Then she moved my skirt up onto my stomach and took a pair of
scissors and cut my panties off." Michelle drew in another breath. She
knew now that I had been discovered.

    "Okay, I'll take over from here for a minute." Michelle looked at
her. "Then I took the rest of the panties off that I'd cut. Oh, I owe
you a pair on Monday. Don't let me forget.

    "I really liked her cute little body but I was too intent on
getting a little pleasure myself. So I got out my dildo -- Frederick's
calls it a massager but with that shape it can only massage one
thing. I turned upside down so Amy could suck my cunt while I licked
her clit.

    "She does have a nice big clit, doesn't she?" she asked
Michelle. She didn't move or say anything. I wondered if she thought
Phil didn't know. "Probably embarrassing in gym class though.

    "Anyway, then I put my dildo in her cunt. Oh, I let her legs go so
she could spread her legs good and wide without hurting herself. It
only took a few minutes before both of us were on the verge of coming,
me sucking her clit and fucking her little tight cunt while she licked
and sucked on my bald little pussy.

    "Right then, while we were really up there, is when I turned on
the vibrator. Both of us went off like firecrackers for a long
time. Then I took the restraints off her wrists and went back
downstairs.

    "You get to tell about the next part, Amy. Okay?" Michelle looked
back at me, a look of total disbelief on her face.

    "Well, I washed up and freshened my makeup. Found a new pair of
panties. Then I went downstairs and had a drink. Phil came over next
to me on the couch and talked to me for a long time while we watched a
movie and then kissed me.

    "Then she told me to lay down on my back and put one of my legs on
the back of the couch and the other curled up so my legs were
spread. Then she played with the insides of my thighs and around my
panties for a long time."

    "Then what did I do, Amy?"

    "Then she put her finger in my ... pussy," I said, following
through on her approach to the truth.

    "Actually, first I put one finger in her pussy and then two and
then three fingers. Do you believe it?" Michelle didn't, I was
sure. "I was going to make her come again but just when she was right
on the edge, Doris came home and broke it up.

    "So. I guess what I'm saying is that you went out on a date and
got really horny but didn't get laid. Right?" Michelle nodded
tentatively. "I got my cunt eaten out wonderfully but then got excited
again playing with Amy's pussy. And I'm sure she got turned on, too,
and then we got interrupted by Doris.

    "It seems to me that we all have the same problem. Do you see?"
she asked pointedly. I couldn't stand her not knowing for sure for any
longer.

    "She knows, Michelle. But she's not going to tell anyone."
Michelle nodded her understanding. Phil was still playing with her
breast and smiling. "We're going to tell Patty when she comes back and
then we won't have to worry nearly so much about getting caught."

    "Okay," Michelle said. "So what now?"

    "Why don't you take off your nightgown while I run an errand. I'll
be right back." She crawled out of the side of the bed and left the
room.

    "Amy! Do you think she'll tell?" she said when the door closed. I
shook my head.

    "I don't think so. She's having too much fun this way."

    "Is it what you want?" I thought about it.

    "Yeah. I want to stay here and so far it's been pretty exciting."

    "I'm scared, Amy," she said. "What's she going to do to me?"

    "I don't know," I said. "But I won't let her hurt you. You tell me
if anything does and I'll stop it. Even if it means I get kicked out
of the house. Okay?"

    "I don't want that, Amy. We'd have to find another place. It'd be
a hassle."

    "Yeah, but we could do it." The door opened and closed behind
Phil. Michelle sat up, remembering, and pulled her nightgown off. Phil
smiled at her as Michelle covered her breasts with her hands and
pushed the straps of her own nightgown to the points of her
shoulders. It dropped fluidly to the floor.

    She crawled back under the covers.

    "Okay," she said with a broad smile. "We're all going to love this
but Michelle most of all.  Do you have your panties off, Amy?" I
didn't and struggled to get them off in the confining space between
Michelle and the wall. She'd backed up against me as if for
protection.

    "My feet are warm now," she said and pushed the covers to the
bottom of the bed. "Isn't this great?"

    She had a tube of something in her hand and squeezed some into her
palm before putting it on the bedside table. She took some of it in
her fingers and reached across Michelle with the still full palm. She
wrapped it around my already hard penis. It was some kind of cold
lubricant that was very slippery.

    "Okay, Michelle. Turn onto your side and spread your legs."
Michelle did it, putting the upper foot right in front of her. Phil
reached around her and, I saw, put her wetted fingers into her
asshole. I thought I knew what was coming and hoped Michelle would
enjoy it.

    "Amy? Slide it right in her 'cunt'." Michelle stiffened as I put
the head of my penis at the entrance to that hole and her mouth opened
as I pushed forward. But, unlike me, she didn't make a sound as it
slid past her sphincter and smoothly deep into her body until my front
was pressed against her ass.

    She only moaned softly and her body vibrated a little as she
waited. I watched Phil over her shoulder as she rubbed the shiny
vibrator in her still moist hand. The vibrator went to the opening of
Michelle's pussy and I felt its hardness slide deep into her only a
fractional inch away from my penis.

    Phil kissed her on the lips and I was a little surprised to see
Michelle's arms come up and wrap around Phil's neck, holding her in
the kiss. Maybe she was going to like this even better than I thought.

    She started to put her upper leg back against the other and,
apparently feeling the two objects inside her, changed her mind and
kept her legs spread. Phil had to break the kiss and whispered her
question.

    "You have choices, my sweet. I can lick your clit, you can lick
mine, I can suck on your beautiful tits, or we can both do those
things at once. What's it to be? You have to choose or I won't do
anything."

    "Oh," Michelle moaned softly. "Suck my clit and pinch my
nipples. Please! Quickly! Before I come just as we are now." I was
surprised. Michelle was much more demanding than I thought she'd be. I
kissed her neck.

    Phil grinned evilly and scooted down Michelle's length. Her lower
hand she put on Michelle's breast, massaging it broadly. I felt
Michelle's reaction when she first licked her.  When she did it again,
Michelle lifted her leg from the bed as if that would give Phil even
better access to her. Her breathing went crazy as did the small
muscles in her body. The larger, stronger muscle around me clenched
tightly, making me moan too.

    The way she held her leg up, her thigh was directly vertical or
maybe even a little up toward her head. Her lower leg and foot just
hung, vibrating. Then I felt her body clench on itself and her little
squeal. I knew she'd climaxed already. But Phil wasn't even started
yet.

    Phil brought her hand between Michelle's legs and found my bottom
behind her. I felt her seeking entrance into me again with a
finger. Now, unlike the first time, it slid into me easily.  She
didn't even slow but immediately put a second finger in me.

    When she pushed inward, I pushed forward and into
Michelle. Michelle reacted and pressed harder into Phil's mouth. Phil
began pulling her arm and impaled fingers toward her mouth to make us
all move together. She guided the pace alone.

    Michelle tensed and I knew that Phil had pinched her nipple --
hard -- and she'd loved it.  With my free hand, I reached around to
find her other nipple and rolled and pinched it as Phil was the other.

    "Oh!" she cried. "Oh, yes!" She was breathless. She pulled her
knee up until her leg was touching my arm where it crossed her side.

    Phil pulled her fingers out of my ass but pulled me into Michelle
several times to establish the pace. Then she moved her hand to the
vibrator. I moaned almost as loud as Michelle did when she almost
pulled it free of Michelle's pussy and then pressed it back into her
again. She moved it just half as fast as I was pumping into Michelle's
ass.

    "Oh God, yes!" Michelle cried out. "Oh. Oh. Oh!" Her cries were in
a strange kind of sync with both my strokes and Phil's. I thought that
Phil was probably licking her at the same rate.

    I was pinching Michelle's nipple now and her entire body was
bounding with repeated climaxes, each building on the plateau of the
last and moving her body more wildly each time.

    Her lower leg came up then and I watched it tense and her toes
point rapidly at the ceiling.  This was the big one. Then it all went
strange as Phil turned on the vibrator and whatever amazing orgasm
Michelle had been going to have doubled or tripled in intensity.

    Her whole body fought between Phil's mouth and my plunging
penis. Her upper body convulsed and the scream on her lips that, I
could see over her shoulder, froze in her wide open mouth. The shaking
vibrator was plunging in and out of her in direct opposition to my
thrusts and, I was sure, Phil's mouth on her clit was sucking and
licking at an even greater rate.

    I was afraid of the intensity of her orgasm and the convulsion she
was locked in for so long.  I'd been so enthralled, I hadn't had an
orgasm myself and now it was too late as Phil turned the vibrator off
and pulled it free of Michelle's body. I pulled out of her as well and
let her roll onto her back. Her leg fell across my stomach, still
spread wide.

    Grinning broadly, Phil scooted back up the bed and kissed Michelle
deeply, plunging her tongue into hers.

    "Taste your wonderful juices, Michelle! Taste how good you are!" I
could see that her mouth still held juices that were beyond just
saliva. Michelle, her eyes still closed, held her head back and her
mouth very wide open as Phil passed her back her own lubrication. I
could see her throat working.

    "Oh, that was so ... unbelievable!" she sighed when Phil moved a
little away from her mouth.

    "You didn't think it was free, did you?" Phil said then. "Get on
your knees. You have to suck me now."

    Barely able to open her eyes, Michelle rolled over and pushed
herself onto her knees between us. But Phil had more complex ideas and
grabbed my leg and urged me under Michelle.

    In a snakelike movement, she lay on her back on top of me and
guided my penis into her pussy. It was amazingly tight. Almost
painfully tight. I complied with her wishes immediately, plunging into
her depths.

    Michelle lowered her head between Phil's widely spread, thin legs
and began licking her.  Phil put her head back over my shoulder,
beside my head and put the goopy vibrator in her mouth, sucking it and
making sounds of enjoyment.

    Her hands went to the back of Michelle's head and began fucking
both of us with her rapidly pumping midsection. In only a few moments,
I was on the edge of an orgasm. Her body movements suddenly went
totally erratic, both legs pointing up at the ceiling, and I shot my
come deep into her.

    While I was still imbedded in her, she drew Michelle up to her
mouth, wrapping both her arms and legs around her and moaning, "Now
give me back my come."

    Michelle kept me from being crushed by staying on her hands and
knees. The kisses lasted a long time before Phil told her to lay down,
lifted off me, and had me roll over on my stomach.

    She pulled the covers up to our waists from her position on her
stomach in the middle. I felt her put two fingers in my ass and heard
her put two fingers of her other hand in Michelle's pussy.

    "There," she said. "Having kids is so wonderful."

    In spite of it all, I fell asleep immediately.


                            Chapter 12

I WOKE VERY early, light just starting to show through the window, and
felt uncomfortable.  Very slowly, I pulled Phil's fingers out of me
and found another position to sleep in. Still exhausted, I fell asleep
again right away. When I woke again, Phil was gone and it was almost
noon. Michelle was curled in a little ball next to me, still asleep.

    I lay there for quite a while and thought about the night before
and all that we'd done. The amount of control Phil demanded bothered
me a little but the fact remained that nothing that had happened was
anything but new and very exciting.

    When I started moving around a little, Michelle woke up and rolled
over on her back next to me. She was smiling with her eyes closed.

    "Good morning," I said softly.

    "Morning," she said.

    "How do you feel?"

    "Wonderful."

    "Good. I was afraid you might not have liked what went on last
night."

    "It was the best orgasm I ever had. More than one but that last
one was fantastic."

    "Phil didn't bother you too much?"

    "She's a little too pushy but it was okay." She thought for a
minute. "You don't think she'll tell on us, do you?"

    "I don't think so." I wondered a little what her silence was going
to cost, but I didn't think she was going to tell anyway. Maybe even
if we didn't do everything she wanted.

    "Do you think she really likes us or just the sex?"

    "Both, I think."

    "Yeah, probably."

    Since I was wide awake and Michelle wasn't really yet, I took my
shower first. When I washed, I found that my bottom hurt a little and,
strangely, that my nipples were really sensitive. I brushed my teeth
before I put my panties and bra on, something I usually did right away
in case Phil or Pat came in by accident.

    It was kind of nice not to worry about discovery. At least this
way. I noticed something then, standing in front of the mirror without
a bra on. I didn't remember that my nipples had been so big before or
so dark. There was also a larger circle around them than I remembered.
Of course that's not something I look at very much.

    I noticed too that my chest didn't look at all masculine. Now when
I pulled my shoulders together, I had a pretty reasonable cleavage and
I thought the flesh around my nipples was fuller. I could actually
move more than just the skin. I shrugged it off.

    Michelle took her shower while I got dressed and brushed out my
hair. Since it was the weekend, I just put a little bit of mascara on
so my eyes didn't go away completely, and a touch of pink lipstick. I
just put on a little lightweight sundress and decided I wasn't even
going to mess with shoes because I didn't intend to go out anyway.

    I sat on the edge of the bed and talked to Michelle while she did
her hair and a little makeup as I had. She put on short cutoff
sweatpants and a cutoff sweatshirt with nothing under them. I was
sitting cross-legged as I watched her.

    "You've about worn your toenail polish off," she said.

    "Yeah. I guess I've got to redo it."

    "I could do it for you."

    "Okay. If you want to."

    "Up here or downstairs?"

    "I'll take the stuff with us. I'm starving."

    "Yeah, me too."

    We went downstairs and got big bowls of cereal and ate at the
dining table before going into the living room. Everyone was there
watching a ladies tennis match. Jo was laying on one of the couches
looking like she was about to fall asleep and Mary and Doris were
sitting in two of the chairs.

    "Good morning, sleepy heads," Phil said from the end of the other
couch.

    "Morning," we both said as we sat down on the same couch, me next
to the arm.

    "How was your big date, Michelle?" Mary asked.

    "Oh," she said. I could see her trying to even remember it. So
much more had happened last night that it had taken a back
seat. "Fine. A good dinner. He's really nice."

    She unscrewed the cap of the polish remover and got out some
cotton balls.

    "Give me your foot, Amy," she said. I turned on the couch and put
my foot on the side of her leg. She used the remover on each toe, one
at a time. "Other foot." I put my other foot beside the other on her
leg. She started working on it.

    I looked past her and found that Phil was looking at me with a
smile on her lips. She looked down under my short skirt and I knew she
could see my panties. She stuck out her tongue and made a licking
motion as she looked at me. Then she turned back to the tennis
match. The grin stayed.

    Michelle shaped and filed each toenail. After one toe, she moved
closer to me and put my foot on the inside of her furthest thigh where
she could work on it better. When she started on the other foot, she
had my knees bent. The material of my skirt wasn't between my legs so
I knew I was showing off the backs of my legs clear to my panties.

    Phil didn't miss the enhanced view. I blushed at her enjoyment of
it.

    Michelle buffed and, seemingly, did everything to them before she
opened the polish bottle and put on a coat. It was obvious that she'd
practiced a lot in her job.

    "We might as well redo the fingernails at the same time," she said
as she finished. She pulled my legs across hers and took my hand, put
it on my knee, and started the same process with it. My nails were now
almost half an inch beyond the tips of my fingers. I'd been holding
myself up with my other hand but when she called for it, I had to lean
forward onto my knees.  She put the first coat of polish on them and
then had me lay back and put my feet back up on her thigh to put the
second coat on my toenails.

    She finally put four coats on each, the last being a colorless
topcoat sealer that was supposed to keep them from breaking. She had
me turn around and put my feet on the coffee table for them to dry.

    "Michelle? Would you do mine?" Phil asked.

    "Sure," she said. "Get me your polish. This pink wouldn't be any
good for you."

    "Okay." She ran upstairs and came down a couple of minutes later
to hand the polish to Michelle. It was dark red. She kicked off her
high heels and put her feet in Michelle's lap as I had, sitting in the
same position. She was wearing a halter top and a skirt that came down
below her knees but when she sat down, she pulled it up over her
knees.

    I could immediately see she wasn't wearing any panties.

    Michelle went through the same ritual with Phil's toenails but
when she called for her fingers, Phil put her feet on the other side
of Michelle's leg instead of across it, and reached between her knees
to offer her hands. It had the effect of spreading her legs and
pulling her skirt up further.

    I could see my come leaking down her bottom onto her skirt. God,
she was shameless in her depravity. Her shaved cunt was open and
plainly visible as she sat there but, I knew, only to me since I sat
between her and Mary and the angle was wrong for Michelle to be able
to see.

    She looked up at me with a truly evil grin before Michelle told
her to turn around and put her feet up on the coffee table, like I
was, and let the polish dry. She did it.

    "Me next?" Mary said from behind me.

    "I can see I should have set a price," Michelle said.

    "I'd gladly pay," Phil said from beside her.

    I moved so Mary could sit where I was. Jo and Doris couldn't
resist and Michelle ended up doing all of us.

                          * * *

    Phil went to the train station and picked up Patty at about eight
that night and returned just as the TV movie we were watching
finished. They had just sat down when I said that it was bedtime,
since the next day was a work day.

    Michelle agreed right away as I expected she would. But I hadn't
expected that Phil would say she agreed. We said our goodnights and
went upstairs with Phil and Patty right behind us.

    "Patty agrees with you, Amy. She says she likes my hair free like
this," Phil said as we got to the top of the stairs. I'd seen when we
went into the living room after our cereal that Phil had a pair of
combs holding the back of her hair in a long, flowing ponytail. All
day, I'd seen her pulling it over her shoulder and stroking it,
separating the long strands across her breasts.

    "It's beautiful, Phillis," I said. "She should agree. Well, good
night."

    I used the bathroom quickly and brushed my teeth before going to
the room and getting my sleep bra and baby doll on. This one was a
blue lace outfit that I'd really liked in the store.  Both Michelle
and I agreed that we were exhausted and only wanted to sleep tonight
so we'd be ready for the morning.

    I raced her to the bed, so she had to turn the light out, and lay
back on the pillows. The bed felt wonderful.

    There was a knock on the door then before it opened onto the low
light from Phil and Pat's room.

    "Amy?" Phil said very softly. "Could you come here a minute?" I
looked at Michelle and then crawled out of bed.

    "Sure, Phil. What is it?" She turned away and walked back to her
room, waiting for me in the lighted doorway. She was backlighted so I
could clearly see that she had on only the filmy nightgown as she
smiled at me. I followed her.

    I noticed the candle on the dresser first but not for long.

    "Phil? What are you doing?" Patty's voice said from the bed, upset
sounding. I turned and looked at the bed and saw Patty, totally naked,
with the wrist restraints on her spread arms.

    "I thought you should see this," Phil said, drawing me into the
room. Patty had curled up her legs and pointed her knees toward the
far wall when I came in and before I'd looked at her.  It was part of
what had drawn my attention to her.

    "Ah, hi Pat," I said embarrassed for her. She obviously hadn't
been anticipating this at all.  Looking at her, I thought that she had
the most beautiful body of any woman I'd ever seen.

    She had a tiny waist and nice hips that I'd seen before. But now I
could see her full and very large breasts tipped with red, pointed
nipples and large surrounding circles. I'd noticed more than once
before that she had a beautifully shaped bottom and great legs. Pulled
up like she was, her thighs and calves looked wonderful.

    "What is it?" I heard Michelle say from behind me. "Oh!" she said
as she looked past us at Patty manacled on the bed.

    Pat's eyes were huge with embarrassment and, perhaps, fear. Phil
walked to the side of the bed and sat down.

    "Now don't be bashful, sweetheart," Phil said. "We're sharing
secrets tonight. Sort of like we did yesterday." She looked
meaningfully at me. "Come on now. Share."

    She grabbed Pat's ankle and pulled her leg out straight toward
her. Patty still kept her midsection turned to the far wall.

    "Okay, then," she said and turned to get one of the ankle
restraints that she quickly snapped around Pat's further stretched
leg. She got up then and walked to the other corner of the bed,
grabbed Pat's other ankle, and secured it as well. Pat looked at us,
her face flushed.  Phil lay down on the bottom part of the bed between
Patty's legs and purposefully spread her labia wide, rubbing between
them.

    "Oh, Phil, no!" Patty cried softly. Phil continued to rub between
her legs without comment until Patty stopped looking at us and shut
her eyes.

    "At one time, I thought this was the biggest clit on record. The
biggest I'd ever see," Phil said as she rubbed her. "Look."

    "Please don't, Phil," she moaned.

    I couldn't help myself. I walked to the edge of the bed and looked
between Patty's legs.  This clit I never would have missed finding. It
stood more than an inch long and as big around as my little finger.

    "But I was wrong, wasn't I, Amy?" I knew what she was doing
now. She put her arm around me, pressing her open hand into the small
of my back and holding my knees to the edge of the bed. "Show her your
clit, Amy."

    I was uncomfortable, to say the least, with this whole thing. Pat
was embarrassed and now I was too.

    "Come on. Take your panties off and show Pat," she said. She slid
her hand down into the back of my panties and again found my asshole
with a finger. I decided there was nothing else I could do.

    I reached to the sides of my panties and pushed them down until
gravity took over and they fell to the floor.

    "Get up here on your knees, Amy, so Patty can see." Her hand in my
ass followed me and prodded me onto the edge of the bed. Patty looked.

    "Oh!" Patty said, her eyes widening.

    "Our little Amy is really a Michael. How about that?"

    "A boy?" Pat said quizzically.

    "Oh, no." Phil said. "She's got the nicest little cunt here with
my fingers in it. She just has a very large clit like yours. Very
large!" She took the restraints off Pat's legs then pushed me closer
to her.

    "I'll bet if you asked Amy real nice, she'd put her big clit right
in your pussy." She pushed me again and I saw Pat lick her lips. "Ask
her."

    "Would you, Amy?" Pat asked. I think we both knew what was going
to happen so we might as well go along with it without argument.

    I lowered my body until my penis was between her legs and used one
hand to rub it through her leaking lubrication. She spread her legs
still wider and pulled up her knees. I rubbed my head against her big
clit. Phil pressed her fingers into my ass again and I reacted. I
thought now that Patty really wanted me so I re-aimed and pressed
slowly into her.

    When she arched with those big breasts, it was spectacular.

    "Lift up her ass, Amy, and get on your knees." I did what she
asked, putting my knees under Patty while staying buried within
her. It wasn't really the most effective position I'd tried but, with
Patty's help, it worked.

    Since I couldn't move my legs, I could only roll my center forward
and back to stroke any at all but she could do the same thing and
together we could extend it enough.

    "Since you came in Michelle, come here." Michelle had been
standing in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth open in disbelief. She
jumped when Phil spoke to her but then moved toward us
hesitantly. "Get up here on the bed, my sweet. Face Amy and let Patty
lick you."

    Michelle was slow in getting the directions but positioned herself
on her knees over Patty's face with Phil's guidance. Patty lifted her
tongue to Michelle before Michelle was low enough for her to do that
properly. Her eyes seemed to cloud over before me as she felt Patty's
attentions to her pussy. She settled back over Patty's mouth with a
shuddering sigh.

    I had to touch Patty's big tits but Michelle pulled my hands up to
hers and put hers on Patty's as I watched the tongue work between her
legs. Phil moved to our sides and reached her hand around to slide a
finger into Michelle's behind.

    She was orchestrating our movements by pressing into each of our
assholes and pulling back, cupping our cheeks. She slowed our initial
movements and then slowly increased the pace, watching us closely.

    "I can't stand it," she said suddenly and pulled her fingers out
of both of us. She stripped the nightgown she wore over her head
quickly and stood up on the bed.

    She stepped between Michelle and I with her back to me and
positioned herself in front of Michelle's mouth. Looking around her
hip, I saw Michelle's questioning look as Phil took her head in her
hands and guided her to her pussy. Understanding, Michelle leaned
forward and began licking her. I watched the muscles of her ass clench
and relax as Michelle found her sensitive spots.

    "Oh, yes," she moaned. Her ass was only inches from my face. It
didn't surprise me when her hand came back to my head and pulled me
forward to her bottom. I kissed it. "Lick," she moaned.

    Both her hands came around and spread her cheeks for me. I licked
and she cringed. She threw her head back as I pressed my tongue into
the tight little sphincter muscle.

    Again she dictated the speed but it was a very rapidly increasing
pace until she suddenly vibrated all over with her orgasm. As if drawn
out of me, I came in Patty's pumping pussy.  She responded immediately
with her own. I thought I heard Michelle squeal the way she did with
her climaxes then, too.

    As I came down and felt everyone else relaxing, Phil's hand
stroked the back of my head and, I thought, the back of Michelle's in
front of her as we both kissed her. I could see her come dripping down
the inside of her thigh, almost to her knee.

                          * * *

    A few minutes later Phil, Michelle and I sat cross-legged beside
the still restrained Pat on the bed. Each of us was absently rubbing a
different part of the beautiful girl's body -- Phil and Michelle each
with a breast, me with the inside of her near thigh.

    "So what do you think of our little children, Pat?" Phil asked.

    "They're wonderful," she sighed into the afterglow with her eyes
closed.

    "Oh, no!" Phil said then, looking between Patty's legs. I noticed
that she was leaking my come onto the bedspread. "We can't have that."

    She jumped up and went to the foot of the bed and removed the two
pairs of restraints. I watched her, not understanding, as she fastened
them to the brass headboard. Then she lifted one of Patty's legs and
fastened it before pushing Michelle out of the way and doing the same
thing to the other leg. The girl was pulled up onto her shoulders and
upper back, her legs widely spread.

    Phil quickly got a couple of tissues and wiped up the few drops of
come on the bedspread.  Then she sat down on the bed again and went
back to her ministrations to the girl's large breast. It left me with
no thigh to touch and I felt strangely left out.

    "Well, come on, Amy. Show her how talented that tongue is." I
looked at Phil and then realized what she was saying.

    I moved up between her upraised legs on my knees and licked the
inside of her thigh. Her body reacted as her legs jerked.

    "Tell Amy what you want her to do, Pat," Phil demanded. Pat was
silent. "Do you want her to lick your clit? Or would you rather have
her clean all that nasty come out of your cunt?"  She looked at me and
gave me that nasty grin again. "No. I think she should try out your
nasty little ass."

    "Oh!" Patty moaned.

    I'd been surprised with Phil when I did that. I thought it would
be terrible and steeled myself against throwing up when I did it. But
it wasn't bad. It didn't really taste. It just felt like another body
cavity like any other. And the nastiness of the thought of doing it
turned me on.

    "Do it!" Phil demanded.

    Using both hands, I spread her ass cheeks and looked into her
eyes, staring wide-eyed at me between her legs. I shaped my tongue and
plunged it into her. It was looser than Phil's. I wondered if Phil
spent a lot of time with her fingers in Patty like she did me in the
last two nights.

    "Deep into her, Amy. That's it." I watched the beautiful girl
curled with the feeling of it inside her. As her body spasmed with her
climax, I looked at Michelle and saw that she was very excited by what
I was doing instead of being disgusted as I'd feared she might
be. Phil was smiling her nasty smile as she watched Michelle's
reaction.

    "You look like you want to be next, Michelle," she said softly.


                            Chapter 13

AFTER THAT FIRST weekend, things settled down with Phil. She and Patty
made no attempt to quiet their lovemaking almost every night but then
neither did Michelle and I. We didn't have sex again with them
together during the next three months although Phil took me to her
room twice and Michelle three times and Patty came to our room a half
dozen times.

    On a more sporadic basis, Phil would put her hand under my skirt
in the kitchen or under the dining table or on the way to the
car. Michelle said she did the same thing to her occasionally. But it
didn't get to be obnoxious or anything.

    Michelle went out with Eric one weekend night each week for about
a month and a half before summer started and Eric went across the
state to his home town and went to work.  They wrote back and forth
often and she shared the lovey letters with me. I helped her write
hers back to him.

    I saw Bob in the store about once a week when he picked more
things up to wear or we had some new seasonal things on display. He
went to Pat and Phil's shop more often, continually buying new clothes
after spending a couple of hours trying things on. He'd found a shoe
store owner someplace outside of the mall that let him try shoes on in
the same way he tried on clothes for us. He still hadn't been out of
his apartment when he was dressed.

    I don't know whether it was a sort of sympathy with the rest of
the house or what, but it seemed like my breasts were growing and I
had to trade my B-cup forms for A-cups. I wasn't gaining weight; in
fact I was losing weight in most places except my hips and ass.

    Jo had a blowup with Doris who told her she was lazy and they
hissed at each other for a couple of weeks. Jo went to a friend's
house every time Doris was going to be around for more than a couple
of hours. Since Doris worked late almost every night and a lot of
weekends, that wasn't too frequent. Personally, I thought Jo was lazy,
too. But I sure wasn't going to say anything to her about it.

    Perversely, Mary got a long term modeling job in Australia wearing
winter clothes. She'd been shooting swimsuits in February and
freezing. Now it was summer and she went to the other side of the
equator where it's winter. At least this time she was modeling parkas
or something warm.

    Michelle and I were doing wonderfully. We were happy, working and
making enough money to save some each week, and safe and comfortable
at the house.

                          * * *

    "Amy? Amy?" I heard her as she came running up the stairs. "Amy?"

    "Yeah, Michelle. I'm here. Calm down!" She almost ran into the
room. She was flushed, excited, and smiling broadly.

    "Amy. You've got to do me a favor!" She was really excited.

    "Sure," I said.

    "Eric's back in town. For the whole weekend." She said. I knew why
she was excited. She thought she was in love with Eric.

    "No problem," I said. "You go and have fun. Keep in touch and I'll
see you Sunday."

    "No, no," she said quickly. "He's in town but the only way he
could get here was to ride with a friend of his. In order for him to
get his friend to come, he promised him a date."

    "Yeah?"

    "Well, Eric has a picture that has me and him in it but it has
you, too. This guy would only come if he could meet you."

    "Oh," I said. One of Eric's friends. Great. "So?"

    "So will you go out with him, Amy. I mean, Eric can only take me
out if he gets a date with you. Please?" She looked so pitiful I
couldn't stand it.

    "So where are we going? Did you ask?" She smiled all over,
bouncing up and down on the bed next to me where I'd been reading.

    "I don't know but he said to put on our best dresses and expect
money to be lavished at our feet. That's what he said, really."

    "What time?"

    She looked at her wristwatch and jumped. "At seven! It's already
six. He called from the motel. They just checked in and called. Let's
get ready."

    "Michelle! I've got to take a shower and set my hair before I can
go out."

    "I don't need to," she said. She'd had one of the girls do her
hair at the shop this afternoon during a dead time just to pass the
time. "I'll brush your hair after your shower. You just get
started. Okay?"

    I trotted into the bathroom, shedding clothes as I went and jumped
into the shower. I decided it wouldn't pay to get my hair wet so I
pinned it on top of my head and tried to keep from getting it wet. I
dried quickly and returned to the room. She ducked into the shower and
was back before I'd gotten past putting my black bra and panties on.

    "Wear your black corset tonight, Amy," she said. "It'll make you
look so sexy!" I decided to go along with her.

    "You'll have to tighten up the laces."

    "Sure," she said. "Then you can wear the special dress." I
grinned. I hadn't had a chance to wear it anywhere yet.

    I took my bra off again and stepped into the black lace shell that
was loosely laced.  Carefully, I put the breast forms in the cups
about an inch further to the side than was right for them. But I knew
about the corset because we'd played with it one night after I bought
it.

    Michelle started to pull the laces tight. It laced from my
tailbone all the way up to the center of my back but not up as far as
a bra strap would have gone. The tiny bone stays in the sides and
other strategic spots, kept it absolutely rigid.

    "Okay. Deep breath?" I sucked in my stomach and held my breath as
she pulled the laces tight from the bottom upward. I felt it very
secure around my hips then waist then stomach.  When I had to catch
another breath, it held me exactly as I had been with my stomach
sucked in as far as I could get it. "Okay. Out."

    I breathed out and pulled my shoulders back as far as I could get
them, compressing my upper body and my stomach. Her fingers worked
quickly until I knew she'd joined the two sides of the corset down my
backbone as we had the first time I'd tried it on.

    I looked in the mirror. God it looked sexy. The way it was made,
it pulled my waist into a tiny thing, accented my hips with the
contrast, shaped my stomach from waist to breasts, and pulled the
breast forms and my own flesh into a high, deep, and very real
cleavage with the top poised just at the tops of my nipples. The back,
where it was tied at the top, was several inches lower than the front
which meant I could wear an almost backless dress with it.

    Michelle started to brush my hair as I put on the black silk
stockings I'd bought for it, fastening them with the garters connected
to it. They pulled the stockings up to my crotch on the inside and a
little higher at the front and back. It served as the perfect,
comfortable way to tuck down securely.

    When I'd first tried it on, Patty had gone back to the store with
us because she knew of the perfect dress to wear with it. I bought it
on sight.

    It really was a cocktail dress but it almost looked like a short
slip. The top wasn't that low cut but it had a fairly wide edge of
black lace that came down to the top of the corset and almost to it in
the back. The hem also had a two inch strip of the lace. Maybe the
most spectacular thing about it was the tiny waist that I could only
fit without looking grossly fat when I was wearing the corset.

    Michelle was still brushing as I put on my black spike heels with
the ankle buckles. I'd also bought a rhinestone necklace that lay on
the rise of my chest and hung from a fine silver chain, and some long,
dangly earrings that matched it in a smaller way. Since I was used to
wearing little single stone earrings or little symbols, these felt
huge and very feminine.

    I looked at what Michelle was doing to my hair and couldn't
believe it. It was poofed out and around my head in a wild sort of way
that made it look twice as full and long as it normally does. I put on
my nighttime makeup while she finished with the back of it.

    "Hey, I can finish that while you get dressed," I said.

    "No, I've got it now. There. Besides getting dressed for me is
easy." She turned and took the red silky dress we'd shopped for a
couple of weeks ago off the hanger. It had spaghetti straps that cross
in back, a low cut front, almost no back, and a short skirt. She
dropped it over her naked body after she'd dropped her towel and
turned to me. "There. What do you think?"

    I grinned at her. "I think you need stockings," I said, handing
her a pair of my sheer thigh highs and watching her pull and smooth
them onto her legs. She put on some really cute red shoes to go with
the outfit. "A ruby," I said and got out the pendant with the red
stone in it that we'd bought. Fastened around her neck, it dropped to
the top of her natural cleavage.

    We took a few minutes to decide on earrings to go with it as I
brushed out her hair into long, smooth waves.

    I'd gotten her to go to the cosmetics lady and she had her shade
for nighttime. I watched her put on the lipstick, eyebrow pencil,
mascara, and blush. I'd been standing behind her, watching, but when
she finished she popped up and put her arm around me.

    "How do we look," she grinned. "Good enough to eat?" I laughed
with her. We were gorgeous.

    We didn't even bother with purses since we didn't plan on needing
money and knew we could always get back into the house. There was an
emergency key outside if we needed it but there was almost always
somebody up. Jo stayed up late watching TV and either Doris or Phil
was always up with the sun.

    We didn't even make it to the living room to wait as Jo was
opening the door for Eric and another guy when we turned at the
landing above the foyer. Eric was talking to Jo but I saw the other
guy see me immediately. His face went pale and his mouth fell
open. That was gratifying and worth dressing for if for nothing else.

    Michelle bounded down the stairs ahead of me. Eric just saw her
before she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He'd
wrapped his arms around her and now held her suspended a few inches
above the floor with one foot cocked back as he smiled into her
smiling eyes.

    "I missed you, baby," he said.

    "I missed you, too," she answered. My eye strayed from them as a
sort of defense against listening in on their intimate welcome and
came back to the other man. Eric was a man, sure.  Twenty-two and very
virile looking. But this guy was really a man.

    Two or three years older, he had dark hair, dark eyes, a neat
mustache, and blue shading to his cheeks and chin where his beard
waited to sprout into a 5 o'clock shadow. He wore a thin black sports
jacket rolled once at the sleeves, a black shirt unbuttoned far down
his hairy chest, and white pants. He wore his loafers with no socks.

    It was very hip, dressy and sexy looking. The only change in the
way he was looking at me was that he'd shut his mouth and now
absolutely beamed. His eyes actually twinkled. I decided Eric and
Michelle were never going to introduce me so I went the rest of the
way down the staircase and walked to him, holding out my hand to shake
his.

    "Hi. I'm Amy," I said with a smile.

    "I am Ivan," he said with a slight deep-throated Slavic accent. I
had an almost uncontrollable urge to run my hands through the hair of
his chest. "I saw your picture. A picture of a beautiful
youngster. Not of a gorgeous and sophisticated woman. I was prepared
to enjoy our evening together. Now I am prepared to spend the rest of
my life with you."

    I laughed and clapped my hands.

    "Ivan's not his real name," Eric said. "But none of the guys at
work can say his real name so that's what he answers to all the
time. He's from eastern Europe somewhere."

    "Russia?" I asked.

    "No no. I was raised in Moldova. As far away from Russia as you
are from your capital, Washington. As far away philosophically as you
are here from the Eskimos or the natives of Peru. Much more closely
related to the ancient Greeks, in fact."

    "Come on," Eric said, putting his arm around Michelle to lead her
to the door. "Ivan knows a restaurant he thinks we'll like." Ivan put
my arm in the crook of his and guided me through the door, closing it
behind himself before leading me to Eric's car. He seemed huge this
near his bulk. I could feel the muscle of his arm under my hand and
through his coat.

    They held the doors for us, Ivan carefully watching the hem of my
skirt as I slid into the seat and made room for him. After he closed
the door, he leaned back against it and put his arm on the back of the
seat, his hand near my neck.

    "You are so beautiful," he said as he stared at me. He said
"beautiful" in four separate and elongated syllables ending with
"fool". It sounded sexy.

    On the way to the restaurant, we talked about his country and what
had brought him to the United States and how much he liked working
here. He asked me what I did and I told him about working for
Frederick's.

    "That's the place where they sell all the super sexy women's
underwear and stuff," Eric explained.

    "Even in Moldova we are not ignorant, my friend," he said. "I know
several men with subscriptions to Frederick's of Hollywood
catalogues. It is much cheaper than Playboy magazine and so far more
exciting. This wonderful woman is an example of how much more sensual
a woman can be in the right clothing than laying spread open on a
bed."

    "Not to say that women spread open on a bed are all that bad,"
Eric said to Michelle's laughter.

    The restaurant was dark and mysterious and complete with wandering
violinists but the food was also dark and mysterious. I couldn't
afford to eat very much in this corset without getting
uncomfortable. Even with the little I did eat, it felt like it was all
lying on top of my internal organs, pressing them down.

    After we finished, Ivan directed us to an ethnic place to
dance. Here, he led the way. We laughed and clapped our hands as we
watched the people dance to wild Greek and Russian dances. We drank
flavored vodka and ouzo.

    Everyone seemed to have so much uninhibited fun doing it. Ivan got
us all to dance to one thing where everyone was is a big circle and
moved a few steps one way then a few back, turning our bodies this way
and that as we moved. It was fun and exciting after I stopped feeling
silly.

    Then the pace and style of the music changed to a kind of
throbbing slow beat. He swept me up in his arms, holding my left high
and bent at the elbow, his other hand firmly in the small of my back,
holding me to him. He moved in a way I'd never seen anyone dance
before, with large slow steps and swirling movement. It felt like sex.

    When I asked and the music changed to more familiar tempos, he
brought my hand to his shoulder and covered it with his hand, molding
around me in a more reserved American slow dance. He held my front to
his thigh, stomach and chest. I could feel his manhood against my
upper hip.

    It wasn't so all-consuming that I forgot what I was and that I
could never take advantage of the unspoken offer he was making me. But
it didn't keep me from wishing that weren't true.

    My head spun with the drinks and the dancing.

    It was pretty late when Eric insisted that we leave. Looking at
him and Michelle, I could see what they had in mind. When we got to
their motel, I was a little surprised. Ivan asked Eric for the keys to
the car so he could take me home if I wanted to go. Only then did he
ask me to come up for a drink.

    Since he was being such a gentleman, I let him lead me up to the
second floor of the building and into his room. I didn't question why
they had separate rooms since Eric had come back here with a very
definite purpose he didn't want fouled up by a roommate.

    "Did you like the ouzo?" he asked as he poured a half inch into a
water tumbler from the bathroom.

    "It's okay," I said. "Sort of hot or something. Strong."

    "Yes," he said. "It is strong. At one time, it held opium as well
as the alcohol but, of course, that practice is discouraged now."

    I chose to sit on the bed because the only other seat in the room
was a hard looking couch near the window. He sort of perched on it and
looked as uncomfortable as I thought it would make me.

    We talked for a long time. It seemed like his entire life
experience was outside of my knowledge. He told me about living under
the communists when Moldova was a part of the Soviet Union and the
fear and the scramble for power after the union was dissolved. He told
me a lot of its history and about daily life there. He was almost
poetic in the way he described the country.

    I drank the ouzo and let him refill the little in the glass. After
a while, I was laying on my side, which was much more comfortable in
the corset, leaning on one arm. Then I laid my head on my arm and
talked to him. I don't know when I fell asleep.

                          * * *

    "Amy. Amy." I heard my name as if from a distance. I fought my way
through the fog to answer but found I was just too comfortable. I felt
him kiss my cheek. "Amy. Wake up."

    Slowly, I came to myself and stretched. I opened my eyes and his
were looking into mine from only a few inches away. I looked around
myself a little and realized my head was on the pillows and I was
laying on my back in the middle of the bed. He was sitting on the
edge, leaning toward me and caressing the hair at the side of my face.

    "I'm sorry," I said. "I must have fallen asleep."

    "Ouzo is not a thing to trifle with for one who is not familiar
with it."

    "It sure is relaxing anyway," I said through the fog I still
felt. I knew it was late and that I should go home but I just didn't
have the energy.

    "I was going to ask you if you wanted me to take you home," he
said softly. My mind registered that there was something wrong with
that statement but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. "You are
very beautiful, intelligent and fun to be with. But I thought that we
were too different in our needs to go beyond that.

    "I didn't want Eric to think I was ungrateful and I didn't want
you to have anything but the very best time I could show you. But I
intended to take you home when I woke you."

    "Intended?" I said. I'd caught it now.

    "Intended. I have changed my mind because I find that we have much
more in common than I originally believed possible."

    I was still in a haze as he leaned toward me and kissed my lips
sensuously. I'd never been kissed that way before. His lips pulsated
against mine. Maybe it was the ouzo or my tiredness.  I didn't move
away. After all, I'm not so stupid that I hadn't thought about a
situation like this -- going out with a guy who got excited. But a
kiss was probably okay, I thought. As long as that was all there was
to it. As soon as a guy touched me, it had to be all over because only
a little exploration would end my little secret. And I wasn't sure I
wanted to know what a guy's reaction might be to the discovery.

    His wonderful mouth was only a fraction of an inch away from mine
when he spoke again.

    "You're my dream, my ideal, the perfect being," he said
sincerely. "You are so very beautiful and poised and accomplished."

    "Ivan," I began. "I think you should take me home now."

    "No, my lovely one. Now I cannot. Will not." That worried me
enough so I shook off the dark mist that had been clouding my
perceptions.

    "Ivan, I've really had a good time with you tonight and I like you
but --"

    "But you will not come to my bed," he finished for me.

    "Yes. I'm sorry. I can't."

    "Can't? Or won't? I'm sure you can if you wish," he said with a
secret smile.

    "No, Ivan. I really can't. Won't you please take --"

    "No. I won't take you home tonight. We are going to sleep
together. I am going to make deep, loving, passionate love to you for
the rest of the night. And in the morning, I'm going to buy you some
clothes or take you to get some and then I'm going to take you out
again tomorrow night. And tomorrow night, I'm going to make love to
you until morning.

    "And when I have to leave Sunday to get back to work, you're going
to hang on my neck and beg me to stay or to come back. And I'm going
to cry and wish that it were possible. And then I'll return next
weekend and we'll do it all over again."

    "You're pretty confident," I said as an observation rather than an
assent to anything he'd said. There was a lot he didn't know. A lot he
couldn't know.

    "Yes. I am. Because I know." I just looked at him. How could he
know that all this was going to come to pass. "I know, Amy," he said
again.

    "I think there is something you don't know and I really have to
--"

    "I know about you, Amy." I just smiled at him thinking he had to
be the most self-confident guy I'd ever met. I'll bet that the
approach succeeded in most cases. I was equally sure it wasn't going
to tonight.
 

                            Chapter 14

"YOU PROBABLY THINK I do this all the time, don't you?" he said. "You
may think this is my standard line for seducing beautiful women. That
I do this all the time."

    "I'll bet it works a lot of the time, too," I said. I knew it
would work on me if the circumstances were right.

    He moved his head then, looking down my body. I couldn't help but
feel pride in the way he looked at me. His hand was on my stomach.

    "Is the corset necessary?"

    "No. I just wanted to wear it. And this dress. It's necessary to
wear this dress."

    "Because it's so tight? Around the waist?"

    "Uh huh."

    "You don't have to wear it?"

    "No. This is only the second time I've worn it. The first time was
when I bought this dress."

    "It's a very beautiful dress." His hand rose to my breast and I
quickly covered it with my own to keep him from exploring too
far. "Beautiful breasts."

    "Thank you. I think you'd better take me home. Please."

    "Huh uh. I told you what we're going to do. You are my ideal
woman."

    "Thanks. But --"

    "I know, Amy."

    "You know that I'm going to spend the night with you? Why --"

    "No. I know about you, Amy," I looked at him, wondering what he
was talking about. "I thought I knew when we were dancing. I
thought. But I wasn't sure."

    "You know --" He nodded.

    "When you fell asleep." I drew in my breathe in fear. "I
looked. It was really the first time I knew for sure."

    I was really scared now. "I'm ... I'm sorry, Ivan. I didn't mean
to deceive you but --"

    "Of course you did, Amy, and you did a magnificent job."

    "What ... what are you g-going to do to me?" His mouth was less
than an inch away from mine again and his hand was kneading my breast.

    "You're not listening, Amy. I told you. I'm going to make deep,
mad, wild, passionate love to you until morning."

    "And then clothes and --"

    "I'm going to do it until it's time to leave Sunday. And then I'm
coming back next weekend."

    "You want to make love to me? You looked? You know? And you want
to make love to me?"

    "More than anything in the world. I told you that I originally
intended to take you home after a little drink and a little
talk. That's because I don't want to be with a woman. I don't want to
make love to a woman. It's not in my nature."

    "You want to make love to me because I'm not really a woman?"

    "That's right. And I'm going to do it now. Are you ready?" I
licked his lip and smiled. He returned the smile and lowered his mouth
to mine. He reached to the hem of my dress and began edging it
upward. "Help me," he said. I lifted my bottom off the bed so he could
pull it from under me.

    He kept it moving upward as I arched my back and then lifted my
upper body slightly with my elbows. Bunched under my arms, he pushed
it up as I settled back again and then he pulled it over my head as he
pushed my arms above my head. He rolled to the side and stood up
beside the bed to fold the almost weightless piece of material and
gently lay it on the couch.

    "Will you take your panties off for me?" he said as he stood
beside the bed looking down at me. "Keep the stockings on."

    Watching him, I pushed my panties down, baring my tummy to my
pubic hair. My hardening penis was still held by the top of my left
stocking. I undid the garter on the front of my right leg, pushed the
panties down below the top of my stocking and refastened the garter.
I repeated the action on the back of that leg and then on my right
leg.

    "Do you want to take them off," I asked, since he was staring at
my front so intently. They were rolled onto my upper thighs now. He
didn't say anything but sat down on the edge of the bed at my knees
and pulled them down lower on my thighs.

    I lifted my legs as he held the sides of my panties and they went
over my knees, down my calves, and finally off. He threw them onto the
couch with my dress.

    "What could be more completely fascinating than a beautiful woman
with the draw of a firm cock," he said with a gleam in his eyes. He
stood beside the bed and took his coat off and then his shirt, shoes,
and pants. He stood beside me in nothing but an abbreviated pair of
red shorts.

    He went to his bag and returned with a tube of KY jelly that he
sat on the night stand before laying down beside me on the bed.

    I put my hand on his as he put it back on my stomach. His mouth
lowered to mine, his tongue immediately inside mine, probing and
exploring.

    I couldn't believe what his touch did to me as his hand moved to
the bottom of the corset and onto my flat stomach. His tongue
continued to explore my mouth, allowing mine to fight with it, as his
hand traced the shapes of my hips, my tummy, and my pubic region,
playing in the hairs. They seemed to act as triggers to my insides as
he touched each one without touching the skin below.

    He had my midsection rolling gently back and forth before he
touched my thigh through the stocking. The feeling of that touch was
beyond belief.

    I had my right hand in the middle of his powerful back and the
other on the back of his neck, holding and continuing his
kiss. Finally, he found my penis inside my stocking, brushing across
it with his fingernails through the nylon before moving to my knee and
lifting my leg until my high heel was against the back of my leg.

    He massaged all of my leg from ankle to knee, from knee to
thigh. Slowly and gently, he moved the nylon material then my penis
then the nylon again and finally my penis. I came free of the material
and it flopped back into its more natural position on my stomach.

    I opened my eyes and saw that he was watching me as he kissed
me. His hand continued and I shut my eyes to enjoy the feelings
completely. I breathed in his randy, masculine smell.  He broke the
kiss in spite of my hand at his neck. I opened my eyes to see his
smile.

    "Are you going to take the rest of my clothes off?" I asked in a
throaty voice.

    "No," he said, shaking his head slowly. "I want to make love to
you as the woman you've identified with so strongly, first. Then I'll
take them off and make love to you again. Perhaps I'll make love to
you a dozen different ways."

    "I don't think I can do that," I moaned.

    "I'm the one who's going to love you. And I can do it," he stated
firmly. I didn't doubt it but I thought I was going to be very sore if
he followed through on his threat. His mouth lowered to my mouth as
his hand went between my thighs again. My back stiffened as his
fingers delved into the conjunction below my testicles, pressing and
rubbing until I was again pumping into the air.

    His hand cupped my testicles softly and squeezed and rubbed. It
felt wonderful that way.  Better even than when Michelle did it
because she sometimes used too much pressure in the wrong places. He
knew my body better than any woman could.

    Finally, as I thought he might never do it, his fingers found my
penis. Immediately, they went to the head of it and just one found the
drops of pre-cum and spread them on the underside of my head, firing
nerves there until I wondered if I could stay still. I vibrated with
it.

    I didn't know what he was doing when he reached up and pulled the
pillows out from under my head but then I knew when he took one to my
waist level. Bridging, I raised my bottom and then lowered it onto the
thick pillow. He and I repeated the actions with the second pillow.

    My back was now bent with my center lifted several inches above
the surface of the bed. I felt lewd with my middle raised this way. It
added to the overall effect.

    My eyes were closed when he reached to the bedside table but I
felt him with the tube of jelly. It felt very cold when it touched my
ass. His finger slid very slowly into my bowels and I moaned into his
mouth. He broke the kiss again.

    "You're not a virgin, are you?" he said.

    "I've made love to --" I decided I didn't want to tell him about
Michelle or Pat or Phil. "-- others," I finished.

    "Others have touched you here?" he asked.

    "Yes." He looked disappointed. "One of the girls I live with likes
to put her fingers in me," I added.

    "One of your housemates?"

    "Yes."

    "And these are the ones who have made love with you?"

    "Yes."

    "And men? Have men touched you here?"

    "No," I answered and his smile returned.

    "Then you are still a virgin," he said and returned his tongue to
my mouth.

    His finger drew out and was joined by a second thick digit, much
bigger and longer than Phil's and without the slightly irritating and
worrisome long fingernails. His fingers immediately found the spot
inside me that I had noticed before was more sensitive and more
exciting than just having fingers inside me. This time I broke the
kiss.

    "That place," I said. "Where you are touching. Is that a special
place on a boy that a girl doesn't have?"

    "Yes, my darling. It is called a prostate and only men have it."
He pressed it and rubbed it.  "Does it feel good?"

    "Ah, yes," I gasped. He covered my opened mouth again and
continued to touch my prostate. I missed it very much when he pulled
his fingers out of me. But anticipation took over for I felt him pull
his underwear off to apply more of the lubricant to himself. I knew
what was going to happen next and I craved it deeply. He broke the
kiss again.

    Now he lifted himself up and moved between my legs on his knees. I
looked down between us and saw him now. I'd never seen anything like
his penis before and I'm sure my eyes showed my wonder. I could see my
own penis and his just on the other side of it. The comparison was a
concern.

    He was easily several inches longer than I am and, though not fat
looking, bigger around as well. He was much bigger than his two
fingers or than Phil's three fingers. I didn't think he could put
himself inside me.

    "You have lived very much as a woman recently, haven't you?" he
asked.

    "Yes," I said. "For about nine months."

    "You have enjoyed all the things that a woman enjoys. Cosmetics,
beautiful clothing, long and sensuous hair, the attention of men and
women." It didn't seem to be a question but I nodded in answer anyway.

    "But you have thus far missed the real meaning of being a woman,"
he stated. "The joy of being a woman is to be made love to, worshiped
by a man who knows how to do it correctly.  The joy of being a woman
is being loved by a strong man." I only smiled.

    "And now we correct that. You are to find what it means to be a
beautiful woman, the reason you dress beautifully, make your features
alluring, take the time and effort to brush your long hair each
morning."

    He lifted my legs by putting his hands under my knees and lifting
upward. He didn't stop until my thighs were against my sides.

    "When a woman loses her virginity, it should be as pleasant and as
painless as possible," he said. "Breathe deeply now and relax your
body. But most, relax your tight hole so that I may enter you easily
and painlessly."

    I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see the huge member than was going
to violate my body.  Leaning over me, he began to rub it up and down
the crack of my ass, back and forth across my sphincter.

    "Breathe in very deeply and then let it out slowly," he said. I
did as he said and felt him at my tiny opening. He pressed forward
infinitely slowly and I drew in another deep breath as if I was
drawing him into me. He pushed and it resisted his entry.

    He pressed harder and I felt it giving way to his insistence. I
was slowly opening for him. A pain increased from the place and built
until I had to bite my lip. But I wanted him. He pressed onward.

    Suddenly there was a quick, intense pain and I felt him
freeze. His head was inside me now.  I knew it. I breathed normally if
a bit deeply and forced myself to relax. Only the huge member touched
my body, leaving me to feel my own completely.

    He pressed forward with slow attention. I felt him moving into
me. I could feel myself opening further again but there was no more
pain beyond a little reminder.

    I felt him draw out a little, losing the advantage he'd gained,
but then he pressed inward again and I knew I had more of him. He
retreated slightly and then pressed forward again, retreated a half
step and took two inward, an inch back, two in. Then I heard him sigh
deeply and a shudder went through him, transmitted through his penis
inside me.

    He pressed slightly forward and I felt his pelvis press into the
insides of my thighs and cheeks of my ass. He had buried his entire
length in me! It felt like it extended to my stomach.

    He stayed frozen this way until I put my hands in the middle of
his waist and rubbed slightly.

    "Are you ready, my love?" he said softly.

    "Yes. I'm ready. Fuck me, darling," I moaned. "Fuck me."

    He lowered his upper body heavily onto mine, his arms coming to
the sides of my head. He was so big, he had to lean down a little to
find my lips again. I bent my head back to let him reach my mouth more
easily. He delved into it as he pulled himself slowly outward an inch.
Then he returned slowly, taking my breath away.

    He withdrew further, two inches perhaps, and came back into me
until his pelvis was against me again. He moaned into my mouth.

    "Fuck me," I said around his tongue as it found the back of my
throat. It didn't sound like more than a kind of grumble but I knew he
understood me.

    He drew back further, a little faster and then came back into me
completely. I opened my eyes and saw my nylon covered calf next to my
head, my high heeled shoe above me, his dark hair and squinted eyes.

    He drew back still further until I wondered if he were going to
take it all the way out of me, collapsing me. And then he plunged back
in, in a swift smooth motion. Immediately he pulled back out and then
back in to the fullest.

    My hands were roving his back with no target and no direct control
from me. Needing and insisting but finding no way to communicate
it. My fingernails drug across his skin.

    Now he was withdrawing to his full length and immediately back
into me. His body re- contacted mine hard now, lifting my middle
upward until my legs were moving with the force.

    His mouth was going crazy on mine, spreading our saliva over our
lips and cheeks and chins. I sucked hard on his tongue and he still
had to open his mouth very wide to take deep breaths and to release
his moans of pleasure. I sucked and released it in time with his
thrusts into my body.

    This is what it felt like to be a woman, I thought as I felt and
heard his growl deep in his chest. In that second, his body went rigid
at the extent of his thrust and somehow he reached still further into
me. His body vibrated and I knew he had climaxed.

    Now his strokes changed to strange, short, quick thrusts with slow
retreats and pauses at the furthest extent into me. I screamed as my
orgasm overwhelmed me and my whole body spasmed to it.

    I clenched my hands to his back. Perhaps my fingernails had sunk
into him. My ankles met over his back and my thighs tried to crush his
ribs. My middle pumped up and down and kept him thrusting in spite of
his almost total inaction.

    Each time my body forced him into me further, forced his come
deeper into my bowels, I screamed again but my screams were almost
soundless outside of our own heads with his mouth covering mine so
completely.

    And suddenly I couldn't get enough air into my body through my
nose and had to push him away so I wouldn't die. He lifted his mouth
from mine and I panted for the missing oxygen. I only breathed,
feeling the red spangles of unconsciousness in my head, as he smiled
and looked into my widely opened eyes.

    I could feel him retreating from my body again though his hips
weren't moving now. He was softening inside me.

    As I regained my senses, he kissed my lips and my nose and my
cheeks and my chin, licking when the liquids were too profuse. He
lifted his weight off my chest enough that I could get a full,
life-giving breath.

    Finally, he rose onto his knees and I felt him slowly being pulled
out of my body. I tried to keep him, but I couldn't. I dropped my legs
back to the sides of his thighs and kissed him one last time before he
stepped one and then the other of his knees over my leg and to the
edge of the bed.

    He stood and I saw the glistening come on his stomach.

    "I don't have to ask if you enjoyed losing your virginity, do I my
darling?" he said with a smile. He looked at my front on the
pillows. I followed his glance and saw the copious amounts of come all
over my stomach and the front of my black corset. "I think you need to
go to the bathroom and take care of yourself before my contribution
becomes a problem."

    I got it now. I was probably going to lose all his wonderfully hot
come in the next few minutes. It was my choice whether I would do that
in the bathroom of on his pillows where I lay. I was more than a
little tempted to stay right here.

    He offered me a hand and I took it, sitting upright and feeling
the vast amount of liquid in my bowels for the first time. Carefully,
trying to hold myself tight, I got up with his help and walked to the
bathroom.

    I didn't feel the modesty to close the door but sat down quickly
so I didn't have to hold myself closed so carefully. I farted first,
followed by a slower release of air that had been drug into me with
his penis. Then it began to flow out of me and into the stool. Using
my muscles, I guided and pushed.

    As I was waiting to drain completely, I used half the roll of
rough toilet paper to clean my stomach and to at least try to clean
the front of the corset.

    After I thought I was fairly cleaned up, I stood and moved to the
bidet that sat beside the toilet. I'd never seen or used one before
but I immediately knew how. It was nice to get the water exactly the
right warm temperature, to sit on the open basin, and to luxuriate in
the water laving my open and drizzling asshole.

    When I returned to the bedroom, Ivan was sitting on the couch
wearing only his red shorts and smoking a cigarette. I stepped into my
panties, relocating myself to the side of the french cut lace, and sat
down beside him.

    "How do you feel?" he said with a smile.

    "I feel more wonderful than I've ever felt," I said. I'm sure he
could see the sparkles in my eyes that I was feeling.


                            Chapter 15

"I NEED A shower," I said as I sat down beside him. "My whole body's
covered with sweat."

    "Among other things," he said with a grin.

    "Among other things," I agreed with an answering smile. "I still
feel sticky."

    "Okay," he said as if he were waiting for something. I don't know
why I was waiting either.  Oh, I remembered. I couldn't get out of
this corset by myself.

    "Would you unstrap me?" I said, turning my back to him and lifting
my hair. He laughed and pulled the bow and the length of
string. Turning now because he'd found it to be more of a challenge
than he expected, he started pulling the laces free.

    "I guess I get to see you without the aid of this construction
project. I'll see if you were lying about having to have it to get
that wonderful shape."

    "Who said I was going to show you anything?" I asked though I was
pretty sure he would see anything he wanted.

    He continued to pull the strings loose and I could feel it getting
easier all the time to breathe. His fingers finally made it all the
way down to the base of my spine with their work.

    "It's a tradeoff," he said. "I'll help you get out of this thing
and I get to see what's uncovered. Deal?"

    "Well, I don't know." It made me nervous for some reason. He'd
just made love to me but having him staring at my entire naked body
made my stomach do flip-flops. Maybe I was worried about what he would
think. I don't know. "What are you going to think? I mean about my
body and -- everything?"

    "I'm going to think that you are the most marvelous creature I've
ever met," he said. "The most enchanting. The most beguiling. The most
desirable. It is no choice. I must see all of you." He looked
longingly into my eyes. "So is it a deal or do I leave you tied in
this black strait jacket."

    "Okay. Deal," I said. "But I'll bet you're disappointed."

    "Oh, no, my darling. I cannot be disappointed. Only amazed." I
grinned at him. He put out his cigarette and knelt in front of me,
picking up my foot in one massive hand. His huge fingers worked on the
little gold buckle for a long time before it came free and he could
take off my shoe.

    "Toenail polish," he said. "Very pretty." I wiggled my toes as he
looked at them. It did make me feel pretty and feminine.

    He took the garter on top of my thigh and undid it and then pushed
my leg up until he could undo the one on the back of it. He looked me
in the eyes as both his hands pulled my stocking down. His hands were
actually on my leg as he did this and that was all I could feel as his
rough skin rubbed against my thigh, my knee, my calf, and finally my
foot. His fingers brushed the sensitive and ticklish bottom of it and
made me react.

    "Later, when your shower is done, I will suck on each toe until
you tell me you can no longer stand it."

    He repeated the actions with the other shoe and stocking.

    I reached into the top of the corset and pulled out one and then
the other of my breast forms, laying them on the couch beside me. He
frowned strangely at them but I didn't know why.

    "Okay. Stand up now." I did and he grabbed the sides of the corset
under my arms, lifting my arms in the process. He pulled it up until
the top was at my chin. His hands went to my hips and waist and traced
their shape. He put his hands around my waist and I felt his thumbs
touching on my stomach and his fingers in back.

    After a few minutes, he again pulled the corset upward until I
felt the cooler air of the room on my breasts. Again he left me like
that, with my arms trapped above my head in the cocoon of the corset,
as his hands went to my breasts. I could feel him cupping and
massaging me for a moment before the claustrophobia got to me.

    "Ivan! Help me out of this!" I was pacing around in my nervousness
and helplessness.  "Please!"

    He let go of my chest and pulled the tube of material the rest of
the way over my head. I wrapped my arms around his chest and hugged
him in thanks.

    "Oh, thank you," I panted. "I was afraid you were going to leave
me like that."

    He held me loosely, his chin on the top of my head and his fingers
in my hair.

    "My darling," he said. "You are a woman." It sounded like a
statement of fact.

    "I'm not, Ivan. You know that."

    "No," he said flatly. "I have seen all of your body now. I
know. You are truly a woman." I looked at him. Worried.

    "No, I'm not. I'm a boy. You saw. You know."

    "Yes. I saw. But use the evidence of your own eyes," he said. He
turned me around to face a full length mirror on the wall by the
bed. I looked at him so close behind me and my white skin in front of
him. "Look."

    He spread my blond hair around my face. "Wonderful soft long
hair. A boy may have this but of this quality? And eyes," he traced my
eyes. "And soft translucent skin. A cute nose.  Full, kissable
lips. High cheekbones. Ears made to wear rings in them." I shook my
head as he pointed out each feature.

    "A long neck," His big fingers closed around my neck and onto my
shoulders and upper arms. "Sloped shoulders and arms free of
unnecessary muscle." He traced all the way to my hands. "Beautiful
long fingered hands and bright nails." I wanted to say anyone could
paint their fingernails but it didn't seem right to interrupt him. I
was shivering with his intimate inspection of my body.

    "Hips," he said sighing. "Hips to hold a child within, tapering to
this tiny waist. Flat stomach." His hands were moving back up my
body. One hand came under each of my breasts, shaping and lifting
them. I moaned with the totally erotic feel and sight of it.

    "Fine, soft woman's flesh." He held them up, pressed them together
into a cleavage, molded them with his huge palms, squeezed
them. "Nipples to suck," he held them in his fingers, "and areolas to
mark their location well. A swelling like little cocks." I was
breathing through my open mouth now.

    "Legs," he said suddenly, moving his hands to the outsides of my
thighs. "Legs to move on but also to be looked at and wished for." He
slowly turned me sideways to the mirror. "Legs that move the eye up to
the beautiful full globes of your ass." His hand caressed it, still
moving back up.

    "The S-curve of the drop to your waist and back up to your
shoulder. And look at your breasts from this angle. Can you doubt?"
His hand traced down from my shoulder onto the rise of my breast, up
to the protruding, swollen nipple, rounding, and sharply back down and
almost under to my ribcage.

    I blinked. I hadn't really looked for a long while. He was
right. This wasn't a boy's body at all any more. What was happening?

    "If my own eyes and hands had not told me different, I would doubt
what I know to be inside those tiny panties." And so would I, I
thought. "With only a little more belief, I would be sure I should
take protection to prevent your pregnancy."

    "No," I said absently. "I can't get pregnant. Birth control."

    "What?" he said dully.

    "I said I can't get pregnant because I use birth control."

    "Use birth control? But you wore no condom?" he said. I grinned at
his ignorance.

    "Of course not. I take pills." His mouth came open as he looked at
me in the mirror.

    "You take pills? Birth control pills?"

    "Uh huh," I said with a smile.

    "Amy. There is no male birth control pill. And you can't take a
woman's pill."

    "Sure I can," I said. "I do every morning." His mouth was open in
a look of disbelief.

    "For how long?" I shrugged.

    "About six months or so. Maybe longer."

    "Amy! Don't you know what you're doing?"

    "What?"

    "Birth control pills are primarily the female hormone. It works by
regulating a woman's body into the unfertile part of her cycle. It is
a very potent female hormone designed to override a woman's normal
hormones and augment them.

    "They often make a normal woman gain a breast size, stop body hair
growth, accentuate female traits." He stared into the mirror.

    "Whether you meant to or not, you may be slowly turning yourself
into a real woman!" I blinked.

    "Really?" I wondered what I felt about that. Did I really want to
be a woman for the rest of my life.

    And then I looked into the mirror and saw him looking over my
shoulder into the mirror, his huge hands cupping my breasts, and
knew. Yes. That's what I wanted. I smiled.

    "Don't you understand?"

    "Yes. I do, Ivan. And I want to do it." He looked shocked as he
turned me toward him and held my shoulders to look into my eyes. He
could see that I meant it and now I really did.

    "Okay," he said. "Okay. Then, if that's what you want, you must do
it right. Not by accident. I've heard of a doctor here. A very good
doctor who worked on a friend of mine.  You must see her as soon as
you can and get the correct drugs and do other things to prepare
yourself." I nodded and hugged him.

    "I still need a shower," I said. He laughed.

    "Okay," he said, turning me around and gently slapping my
bottom. "Get your shower."

    "Ivan?" I said. "I really hadn't seen it before you showed me. I
will go to the doctor.  Okay?"

    "Yes," he said. "Now go."

    I walked the few steps to the bathroom and pushed my panties to my
knees and stepped out of them. I pushed the glass door aside and
stepped into the shower. I adjusted the water and let it cascade over
my head, feeling the warmth soak into me. It felt wonderful.

    I heard the shower door open and close as I tried to get the water
out of my eyes. I turned and saw Ivan standing there smiling at me.

    "I came to help you get everything nice and clean," he said. He
took the washcloth from the bath nozzle and began soaping it. Then he
pulled me close to him and began rubbing the soapy cloth over my back
and neck and shoulders. Then he did my bottom, pressing his fingers
between my legs in back and even raising my leg to gain complete
access. My back and bottom tingled with the rough rubbing.

    Then he turned me away from him and did my shoulders, arms, and
hands. He used both his hand and the cloth to do my stomach and
sides. Then his hand and the cloth came to my breasts and rubbed and
stroked and pinched until I had to close my eyes to enjoy it to the
fullest.

    The cloth went between my legs then, joined by the bar of soap in
his hand that made the slippery foam so profuse it ran down my
legs. He soaped my testicles and penis, stroking me until I stood hard
away from my body.

    He lifted first one leg and then the other, cleaning them as he
had the rest of me. When he finished with that, one hand returned to
my foam covered penis as the washcloth returned to my breasts. He
rubbed and stroked until I was sure I couldn't stand it any more.

    He dropped the soap and cloth and moved me into the stream of
water until my skin squeaked from the water. He turned my back to the
water, letting it beat into my back and knelt in front of me.

    Sensitized all over, I immediately felt his mouth on first one and
then the other nipple. He flicked and sucked and moved on them until I
was again on the edge. My hands were on his wet hair as he worked his
way down my body, kissing my ribs, my stomach, and the conjunction of
my hips and thighs. I knew what was next and craved it.

    His lips wrapped around my penis and began gently sucking and
pumping me with his mouth. His hand moved between my legs and rubbed
there, making me lift one leg to let him touch what he wished.

    He began to rhythmically stroke me into his mouth and out, in and
out, sucking harder and releasing, harder and releasing, faster,
faster. I couldn't hold back and my climax crashed through my body, my
head back in the stream of water so that it cascaded down my length,
around my breasts, between them, down my stomach, down the insides of
my thighs.

    He drew the come from me and inside himself until it all passed. I
thought I couldn't stand anything more. As he pulled his hand from
between my legs, I caught my balance by putting my hands on the glass
door.

    "On the top rail," he said from behind me. "Hold onto the top rail
of the door."

    I reached for it and felt him kneading my thighs from behind. I
thought I was spent, but my body knew better. I squealed as his tongue
went into me. Deep and probing into me. Dark and wonderful in me. He
did that until, again, I approached the edge.

    I didn't know what he was doing for my own feelings but suddenly
he was behind me, lifting me with one hand under my thigh. I balanced
and held myself from the top rail. In a smooth motion, his giant penis
slid into my rectum again making my eyes pop open with the feeling of
it.

    His other hand went to my straining thigh and picked my other leg
up. I was spread wide now, impaled on him and when I thought I
couldn't stand any other sensory input, my hardened nipples touched
the cold glass of the shower enclosure.

    "Ahhh!" I screamed as he pressed me against the cold frosted glass
and into my bottom.  My arms and legs tensed, pulling me far up his
length before I fell back onto him.

    "That's it!" he hissed behind me. "That's it!"

    I did it again, only partly of my own volition, feeling the cold
glass against me and his hard body inside and behind me. I did it
faster and faster and faster, gasping for breath before my climax
again overwhelmed me and I felt the fire of his come deep deep inside
me.

    He kissed my neck and shoulders as I came down from the wonderful
feelings that had flooded me. He lifted then slid out of me again and
I felt his loss. He let me regain one foot and then the other. I stood
there trying to breathe again as he backed into the stream of water
and began soaping himself.

    As soon as I regained myself, I would help him. And I would
explore his beautiful body as he had mine. In just a few minutes.


                            Chapter 16

DURING THE DULL part of Monday morning, I made the call to the doctor
and got an appointment for Tuesday morning at 10. When Gloria came in
to relieve me that evening, I asked her if it was all right and she
agree to trade day for evening on Tuesday. I told my house mates that
night so they wouldn't wait up dinner for me.

    Dr. Mendez was a gynecologist primarily but she also had a
reputation in the San Francisco gay community and had a heavy
clientele of gay men. I really didn't know what to expect at all.

    I checked in with a smiling receptionist who had me fill out a
form with name and address and next of kin and stuff. Also any recent
complaints or medical problems. The receptionist didn't ask why I was
there or anything.

    I sat down to wait and watched the only other patient, a tall,
rather horsey looking woman, called in to the examination rooms. Like
you always do in a doctor's office, I read the signs on the walls and
looked at the cheap paintings. Then I tried to read a magazine that
was about a year old.

    A starched nurse came out of the back part and called my name and
then led me in to the examination room. On the way down the hallway,
she put me on a scale and, my shoes off, measured my height. In the
examination room, she took my blood pressure and temperature.  Then
she handed me an ugly green cloth gown thing and told me to get into
it.

    "When doctor is ready," she said, "I'll come back in with her. So
don't worry. Okay?" I nodded. Of course it took about two minutes to
get my clothes off and the green thing on and tied around my
waist. Then I sat in the cool room for about another 10 minutes,
waiting with nothing to do but look at all the drawers, the
bottle-things of tongue depressors, the shiny steel tools on the
cupboard, and the other scary stuff across the room from where I sat
freezing.

    I was sitting uncomfortably on the examining table getting the
paper stuck to the back of my legs when the door opened and a tall
brunette woman in a white coat decorated with a stethoscope came
in. She smiled in a friendly way and moved beside me.

    "Amy," she said, looking at the form I'd filled out and pulling
out an almost blank form to put on top. "Amy, what can I do for you
today?" I didn't know if I even wanted to be here and I didn't feel
like I needed a doctor but now I was here and there wasn't anything I
could do about it.

    The door opened again and the nurse returned. She stood behind me
as if she were guarding me or something.

    "Well," I said. "My roommate got birth control pills about six
months ago or so. Instead of going to another doctor to do the same
thing, I've just been taking her pills." The doctor frowned. "A, ah,
friend told me that wasn't good and I should come to the doctor as
soon as I could."

    "Your friend was right, Amy. Let me explain." She looked
serious. "There are several different types of birth control
pill. They have different amounts of the female hormones in them
balanced with some male hormones in most cases. They're sort of like
shoes. One girl's shoes may fit another just fine but just not suit
her personality or the way she dresses. They may be just enough a
different size that they rub a blister every time you wear them. And
worse, they may be far too high for this girl and make her fall and
hurt herself.

    "That's sort of the way birth control pills are but even more so
because they affect the way you body acts inside. At best, what fits
one girl perfectly, doesn't fit another at all. At worst, one girl's
BC pills can make another very sick." She looked at me to see if I
understood. I nodded. I thought maybe it was more complicated than
that with me but I didn't say anything yet.

    "Now, I want to check you out." She stopped. "First, have you had
any problems? Unusual nervousness, a sore chest or breasts, ringing in
your ears, heart palpitations, cramps, weakness?" I shook my head to
each of those things.

    "Okay, first let me hear your heart." Like all doctors, she ran
the cold stethoscope all over my bare back and then asked me to undo
the smock. I untied it and she moved it down enough to touch all over
my chest, sending shivers all over my body. "No headaches?" I shook my
head again.

    "Okay, lay back please." I did and she peeled down the smock below
my breasts. She looked closely at each one, pressing her fingers
around on them and touching my nipples, looking closely at them.

    "Are they normal, ma'am?" I asked.

    "Ah, how old are you, Amy?" I told her 16 and she smiled a
little. "You've probably got a couple of years of growing time to
go. You're what, about a B-cup now?" I nodded. "I'd guess you will
gain another cup size or possibly two. Internally, they seem to be
quite normal.  No unusual growths. The skin doesn't seem to be
strained and no stretch marks.

    "They mostly grew in the last six months," I told her.

    "Really? Well, that's not particularly unusual. It seems like
we're ready to become women before things really get started. But in
that case, I think I can assure you they will be bigger in the next
year or two before your growth is realized completely." She lifted the
smock back up to my shoulders before taking her fingers and pressing
against my stomach through the material. "Any stomach pain at all?"

    "No," I said.

    "Okay, just relax now and put your feet up here." I had seen the
stirrup things when I was sitting here but I didn't think anything
particular about them. I held the material between my legs to preserve
some modesty in front of these strangers as I put my feet up in the
cold metal things.

    She was filling out some information on the blank form on the
clipboard as I settled myself.  I'd been to doctors before, of
course. I just hated this feeling of helplessness with the potential
for pain. The nurse came to my side and held my hand.

    "It's okay, sweetie. This is nothing."

    The doctor pulled up a funny stool on wheels between my legs and
set the clipboard down on the nearby counter. Then she purposefully
lifted the front of the smock, laying it back on my stomach. I heard
her draw her breath in in surprise and then look at her nurse. The
nurse looked down at me too and the two of them exchanged smiles.

    "Okay," the doctor said, pulling the smock down again. "Now I see
why your friend sent you to me. To any doctor, for that matter, but to
me specifically."

    "Betsy, if you have other things to do, I think it would be all
right. I don't think there's much likelihood of sexual harassment
problems or the such with Amy. And we need to have a good, ah, heart
to heart talk."

    "Yes doctor," she said and turned to the door and left with a
grin.

    "Okay, Amy. Now we have some things to talk about. First, honey, I
want to do a little bit of an examination. Will you bear with me?" I
didn't really know what choice I had with my legs in the stirrups and
my clothes in a chair across the room but I said, "Sure."

    Again she threw the material up on my stomach. She started
pressing her fingers fairly roughly into my stomach in all places from
my waist down to my pubic hair. Then she picked up my testicles and
pressed on them painfully several times and all around my
scrotum. Then she pressed a finger into me, actually almost lifting me
up she pressed so hard, under my balls.

    She picked up my penis and looked at it closely from all sides,
twisting and turning it.

    "Can you get an erection, Amy?" she asked.

    "Uh huh. Maybe not right now." She laughed mildly.

    She put on a rubber glove and squeezed some KY jelly on her finger
and pushed it inside me, turning it all directions and pressing
against everything. I particularly felt it when she pressed against my
prostate and against my bladder. I had to go.

    "Okay. Now I need some samples. Okay?" I nodded. "First, there's a
little glass in the bathroom. I need a urine sample in that. Beside it
is a jar with a lid. I want you to give me a stool sample in
it. Understood?" I did and nodded. "Then Betsy is going to come back
in and help you with a couple of other samples I need. Is there any
problem with that?" I shrugged my shoulders.

    "When you're all done, Betsy will let me know while you get
dressed. When you get ready, come into my office and we'll have a
little talk. Okay?"

    She held her hand out for me to steady myself as I got off the
examining table and pointed out the bathroom across the hall. I had to
go so bad, I could hardly make it and finding the little cup just made
it more of a near thing. I filled it quickly and then finished in the
toilet.

    Taking a shit on command was a lot harder but I finally got it
done and the lid of the jar firmly in place. That was pretty nasty. I
put both of them in a little cabinet marked samples, and went back to
the examining room. Betsy was already there, smiling.

    "Okay, Amy, back on the table. Oh, here, let's get rid of this
smock. It's in the way now," she said and helped me take it off. "Now,
up." I climbed up and laid back down. "Did the stirrups excite you,
Amy?" she said.

    "Excite me?" I asked.

    "Yeah. Did it make you feel sexy to be exposed like that?"

    "Well, yeah, sort of. But the doctor was pushing and pulling
things and that wasn't very sexy."

    "Yeah, I know what you mean. Well, what we're supposed to do now
is get a sperm sample. And I'm going to help, partly to ensure we get
all we need and partly to make it a little easier for you. Okay?"

    "Yeah, I guess."

    "First, do you have any discharges from your nipples? Little bits
of water or anything?"

    "I've never seen any. I don't think so."

    "Okay. Unless I see different then, we'll assume not. Now do you
want to put your legs in the stirrups for this? I know it excites
me. But maybe it doesn't do anything for you." I put my legs up again,
feeling very vulnerable and sexy. I was getting hard thinking about
her in the room while I did this.

    She pulled out a little step stool thing from the bottom of the
examining table and stepped up on it. She leaned down and kissed me on
the lips softly, letting her tongue trace my lips for a second but it
seemed so clinical somehow that it didn't do much for me. Then she
licked my right breast from the other side of the table, leaning
across me. That turned me on and didn't feel the least bit
clinical. After she'd really gotten into it for a little while, she
switched to the other nipple, looking at it first and then sucking and
licking it as she watched my face.

    I couldn't help being excited now.

    "If we just wanted to see your level of sexual response," she
said, "I'd just suck you off.  But, unfortunately for both of us, we
need the sample and we can't have it contaminated with saliva. So
we've got to do it this way. Maybe this will help a little."

    She took my hand and lifted her skirt. She pulled down her panties
and guided my hand between her legs.  At least she looked a little
distracted when I put my finger into her pussy and started rubbing her
clit.

    "Mmm," she said, squirming a little. "You know what you're doing."
She leaned over a little and put the fingers of her left hand on that
spot under my testicles, rubbing and pressing it and getting me really
hot. Then, with her right hand, she started to stroke my penis real
slow and nice.

    I think both of us were surprised when it only took a couple of
minutes before my body tensed and I shot globs of come all over my
stomach. It would have been my chest and boobs too but she pointed it
down at my stomach.

    It was almost as big a surprise for both of us as her orgasm came
to her after only a couple of seconds more.

    "Mmm," she said. "Since we're going to collect it off your stomach
there, there's no harm in this now."

    She put her lips around my penis and sucked the last of my come
out of me and licked every inch of it.

    After she was finished doing that for a little while, she got a
test tube and a little metal spoon looking thing, and picked up a
bunch of come off my stomach until the test tube was about a third
full. She'd never once touched my skin while she collected it.

    She handed me a box of tissues and told me to clean up and get
dressed and the doctor would be in her office in a minute.

    "Oh, and thanks. Getting me off wasn't really part of the
treatment."

    "It helped," I said with a grin. She blew a kiss and closed the
door.

    I quickly put my clothes back on and then stopped in the bathroom
to brush my hair quickly and replace my lipstick. Then I went into the
office Betsy had pointed out before as the doctor's. She wasn't there
but Betsy followed me into the room.

    "One more thing," she said. "Unfortunately not as pleasant as the
last but necessary." She guided me to a chair that looked like a
school desk and put a rubber tube around my upper arm, setting up to
take blood. It didn't really hurt when she put the needle connected
with the little vial in my vein or even when she did the second
one. As soon as she'd let the rubber tube go, I'd filled up the vial
in about a second. The doctor walked in just as she was picking up the
equipment.

    "Any problem, Betsy?" she asked the nurse.

    Betsy blushed. "None." I watched her until she was out the door
with a little wink for me.  Then she shut the door behind her.

    "Come over here where it's a little more comfortable, Amy," she
said and guided me to a couch against one wall. It was definitely more
comfortable. She sat back on the couch beside me, crossing her knees
and relaxing with the clipboard on the arm of the couch away from me.

    "Okay, Amy. We've done a lot here today and we have some big
decisions to make." She looked at me hard. I could only nod.

    "We got the samples to learn the extent of any possible damage to
your system that the birth control pills may have done. To allay any
fears you may have, from my examination, it doesn't look like there
are any life threatening or seriously debilitating problems as a
result," she stopped my smile with a raised hand. "But we won't know
for sure until we get the results of the lab work.

    "I did my own sperm count while you were getting dressed. That is
potentially a problem.  Although it's not definitive, it looks like
your sperm count is very low."

    I nodded. I didn't really know what that meant but I was sure the
doctor would explain.

    "Betsy not only helped you with the sperm sample but did some
testing for me. She found that you have normal response in your
breasts. She also found that you have normal male responses to a
beautiful woman's body and to physical manipulation.

    "My physical examination also showed a few things. Tell me," she
stopped. "Are you sexually active?"

    "Yes."

    "Is it a homosexual relationship?"

    "I, ah, guess I don't know. I mean, it doesn't feel like that."

    "Maybe you should explain a little."

    "I spent the weekend with a wonderful guy."

    "And he made love to you. Anal? Oral?"

    "Uh huh."

    "Okay. You seemed hesitant about saying it was a homosexual
relationship."

    "Well, it didn't feel that way. He made me feel completely like a
woman. More than ever before. More than even with my house mates."

    "You've made love with your house mates?"

    "Uh huh." I really hadn't meant to say that.

    "Your house mates are guys?"

    "No, no," I said. "Girls. Women."

    "Does making love with them feel like a homosexual relationship?
Lesbian?"

    "Yeah, sort of. A lot more than making love with Ivan."

    "Okay. Those are all important things for me to know." She looked
at the clipboard and made some more notes. "Some more about what we've
learned today.

    "You realize, I think, that until I began the pelvic exam, I
actually believed you to be a girl.  A woman," she looked into my eyes
for agreement. I smiled. I was glad of that. "Really, I was astonished
when I saw that you weren't a girl.

    "You have a very feminine build and musculature, well formed
breasts, fully responsive nipples, height, weight, you name it. The
only things you may lack are vulva, vagina, womb, and fallopian
tubes. And actually, I wouldn't be too surprised if we find those in
an ultrasound.

    "Now you said you started taking birth control pills about six
months ago. Had you been living as a female before that time?"

    "Yes. I had to to live in the house. They only allow girls to live
there."

    "I see. And you were successful at that?"

    "Uh huh. I might not have been if I hadn't gotten a job at
Frederick's of Hollywood and had a really understanding boss. She
turned me on to my breast forms."

    "You got breast forms?" I nodded. "The little A-cup ones you're
wearing?"

    "No. First I got C-cups but then they made my clothes too tight
and I changed to B-cups and then A-cups a little while ago."

    "I think from that we can infer that your friend's prescription is
a very potent combination of female hormones with few balances. And
probably the off cycle pills are neutrals rather than male hormones as
they are sometimes." I shrugged. I don't know. "It would help me if
you could bring a package of them in with you next time."

    "Oh," I said, grabbing my purse. I opened it and pulled out the
package of pills that I usually carried with me. I gave them to her.

    "And you've been following the dosage rules. One each morning."

    "Well, no. Really, I always take one in the mornings because
that's when Michelle reminds me. But sometimes when I'm feeling sexy
or if I'm going to have sex, I take another one."

    "Uh huh," she said, making another note. She looked at the package
and made another note before handing them back. "I can tell you Amy
that these are some of the most potent of the BC pills and you've been
self-administering massive quantities of the hormones to yourself."

    "Is that bad?" She couldn't help but smile.

    "In a woman, that could cause serious problems. In a man's body,
it would raise havoc and might even kill him. In a boy's body, it has
devastating effects but ... well, maybe we better talk about that now.

    "Amy? What do you feel about yourself?" I shrugged.

    "I feel good about myself."

    "Let's say it differently. Do you feel like your average
red-blooded American boy?" I laughed and lifted my skirt across my
legs.

    "I don't think so," I giggled.

    "Okay. Do you feel like a boy masquerading as a girl temporarily
to retain a place to live?"

    "Well, yeah, I guess. Sort of."

    "Do you feel more like a girl?"

    "Yeah. Mostly I just feel like a girl all the time. Most of all at
work ... and with Ivan."

    "Your boyfriend."

    "Yeah."

    "It's truth time, Amy. And decision time for you.

    "Now this is what's happening. At 16, a normal boy is absolutely
awash, brimming at the gills, with rampant male hormones. He's
becoming sexually active, he has spontaneous releases, his body is so
active. The hormones change body shape, vocal chords, musculature,
hair growth on the body particularly, virtually everything in a young
man's body.

    "Most girls, on the other hand, have a slower infusion and
build-up of hormones in their bodies from about age 12 or 13. Tell
me. Before you first started the masquerade to stay at this house,
were you pretty masculine? Were you a guy's guy? Did you like sports
and girls and that sort of thing?"

    "No, not really. I was little, like I am now I guess. I got picked
on a lot and just didn't get along with a bunch of the guys much."

    "I thought that might be the case. So you weren't particularly
upset by having to be a girl in order to live in this house?"

    "No, not really."

    "Did you get tired of it pretty quick or did you get to like it
more?"

    "Oh, more. For sure. Really, I haven't even wanted to wear boy
clothes when I look like a girl in them. I mean it's harder because
jeans and shorts make it harder to hide -- you know."  I waved at my
lower half. "But I really don't want to wear them anyway. I like
skirts and dresses and stockings. Oh, and heels. I like heels a
lot. The way they make me feel."

    "I know exactly what you mean."

    "Now, Amy. For the last six months you've been giving yourself
these massive doses of female hormones. Many times more than any girl
ever experiences naturally. These hormones have completely overridden
your body's natural production of male hormones. Even suppressing them
to an extent far below that in a normal female.

    "Over about the last year, your body has been trying real hard to
make a distinction between being a girl and being a boy. This happens
with every teenager. Suddenly, right at this critical time, you've
taken the normal decision out of your body's hands. You forced the
decision for the last six months."

    "That's bad?" I asked sheepishly. She looked across the room with
a neutral sort of look on her face.

    "Well, it depends." She shifted to look more directly at me. "Your
body would naturally have been forcing the issue by producing large
quantities of male hormones. You enforced just the opposite from an
outside source. Completely overriding your body's decision. Okay?" I
nodded.

    "Now you have a different decision. A life decision." I recognized
that this was serious stuff.

    "Because of your actions, you have a choice to make. I can help
you change your body chemistry to get it back in the proper
balance. We'll take you off of BC pills -- something we're going to do
in any case -- slowly until we know that the majority of the female
hormones are gone and you're producing male hormones in the correct
amounts.

    "I'd guess than in a few months, your penis will begin to grow,
you will develop facial and body hair, your voice will begin to
change, and your musculature will begin developing in a normal
manner. The bad news is that you will probably always have slightly
enlarged breasts and larger than normal nipples. That, you've done to
yourself permanently." This was serious.

    I felt the hot tears coming into my eyes. I knew I didn't want
hair all over and it was already hard enough keeping my penis where I
wanted it.

    "Of course, one of the necessities of this decision will be that
you immediately begin changing your lifestyle. You'll need to find a
place to live besides this house. You'll need to find another job or
see if your boss would mind a sales 'man' instead of a sales 'girl'."

    The vision of that was of dirty walls, grey skies, blue jeans,
sneakers, basketball. I hate basketball and even the thought of
basketball. But that's what I thought of anyway. I wiped a tear off my
cheek.

    "Your alternative is that you can begin a carefully controlled
regimen of hormone treatments. Female hormones. Your present lifestyle
would change very little, I imagine, except that you should make sure
all your house mates and friends understand the situation and are
there to help you in case of any possible emergency."

    That thought was one of golden fields filled with blossoming
wildflowers and coated with sunshine. I felt a wild sort of feeling in
the pit of my stomach almost like at the top of a roller coaster ride.

    "That's the one," I said immediately. "That's what I want to do."

    "I'm not finished," she continued. "You won't like this part as
much." I nodded, waiting.

    "It's got to be a complete decision. Or at least it should be a
complete decision unless you want to live with a bottle of pills and
possible complications for the rest of your life.

    "Listen. Right now, you're living as a woman. But you are forced
to be something you're not, to hide, to sneak, probably to lie even to
friends. If this hasn't already caused you serious mental anguish, it
almost surely will in your future life.

    "Now, there is a way to complete that decision instead of leaving
things half done. My job, partly, is to consult with biological males
who feel that they are the wrong sex -- that they should have been
born female. I guide them in making a proper psychological decision
and then to learn how to truly become female. I also can help with the
hormones that make part of this transition possible.

    "Next, I send them to one of my colleagues who is a surgeon. He's
an excellent surgeon who specializes in 'sex reassignment'
surgeries. Do you know what that is?"

    "Huh uh."

    "Sex reassignment surgery can be done on both men and women but
women generally are totally dissatisfied with the change. Anatomically
they become male but sexually they can only simulate masculinity with
very little pleasure for themselves.

    "On the other hand, sex reassignment on men works very well in the
vast majority of cases.  Not only can a man become female anatomically
-- for the greater part -- but can be very successfully reassigned
sexually as well."

    "Wait. You mean you -- well your friend -- can cut off my penis
and give me a pussy that works?" She laughed for quite a while.

    "I wouldn't quite have ever gotten around to saying that. But it's
essentially correct.

    "Really, we don't cut off your penis at all. We cut out parts of
it and reuse most, including all the nerve bundles. We're very careful
about that."

    "You mean you make a hole down there and sort of turn a guy's
penis inside out?" Again she smiled.

    "Probably closer. Yeah. Something like that." She shifted. "Did
you know that in every man, there are what we call vestigial female
organs?" I shook my head. I'd never heard that.  "It's true. And a
woman's clitoris can be said to be a vestigial penis. Most women
though would say that their clitoris is better than any penis and that
hole down there is a hell of an improvement over a wrinkled little
sack with a couple of balls in it."

    We laughed together.

    "Doctor, if I can, that's really really what I want to do." I
said.

    "Okay," she said. "I want to set up another appointment for this
time next week. Between now and then, I want you to talk to everyone
you care for in the world and seek their advice about this. All
right?" I nodded.

    "Right now, I want you to give me those BC pills," she held out
her hand but I didn't give them to her. "Oh, yeah. They're your
roommate's. Be sure to give them back to her tonight.  Okay."

    She wrote something down on a slip of paper and handed it to me.

    "Buy these pills and take them until I talk to you next week. Take
them exactly as I wrote down there. One in the morning and one at
night. No extras. No fewer."

    "Doctor," I said. "Why are you an expert on this stuff? I mean
besides going to school for a long long time and all that?"

    "Amy," she said. "Three years ago, I was sitting where you are. In
a way, at least. I was a woman in a man's body. The doctor I told you
about gave me this same talk and, six months later, performed the
operation I just described on me. It works. I know it works."


                            Chapter 17

IVAN WAS UNDERSTANDING, saying he knew I was too good to last. It made
me sad that he didn't think we could still date after my change but he
said it was all right and that he understood how much I would want to
really become a woman.

    We made the best of it for the weekend until he had to go back
home.

                          * * *

    I talked to each of the girls in the house by themselves and told
them that I was a guy but that I wanted to be a woman all the way. Jo
was really upset and thought I should leave the house but after I
talked to everyone else, she got outvoted.

    Phil spent one whole night doing a whole bunch of things to me
that she could only do to a guy. Both of us enjoyed it and she
promised that after the change, she'd show me a lot of other things we
could do.

    Pat cuddled with me for about four hours and even cried.

    Michelle, of course, thought it was great and Doris didn't really
care one way or the other.  She was surprised that I was a boy but
said I'd been such a great house mate that it didn't matter and that I
was more girl than boy anyway.

    Mary thought it was really funny that no one knew. (I didn't tell
her about Pat and Phil or Michelle and she didn't ask.) She supported
me in the decision.

    Finally, they sort of decided together that they weren't even sure
they believed me and Jo insisted that I show them all. That was sort
of humiliating but I did it. Doris and Mary, who hadn't really
insisted like Jo and Phil did, really got a kick out of seeing that it
was true and what it looked like and everything.

                          * * *

    Dr. Mendez made an appointment for me with her friend,
Dr. Williams, for Wednesday after the weekend.

    He showed me things on the ultrasound machine that I couldn't see
but I took his word for it that some of the female parts were already
inside my body.

    Though he could use all the tests Dr. Mendez had done, his
examination was a lot longer and a lot less pleasant. Mostly, he spent
a lot of time with his finger in my bottom and pushing all around on
my stomach and between my legs before he let me get dressed again. I
met him in his office like I had Dr. Mendez.

    "Amy, you are a rather unusual case," he began. "You were truly
meant to be a female both mentally and physiologically. As far as I
can tell from this examination, you have the majority of the female
genitalia intact in addition to your male members.

    "Now normally, this is quite an expensive elective surgery. For
two reasons, this is not going to be the case for you.

    "First, it's going to be a simple surgery because many things that
complicate it in a more normal male body are not present and, second,
I want to do it as a part of a research project that I have been
conducting for some time.

    "Whether you know it or not, you are much more exceptional than
just the simple accident of your misuse of birth control pills would
have resulted in. Your body is quite unique and I want to document the
appropriate changes."

    He looked more serious. "There are going to be some costs but,
luckily, you have made a friend in Dr. Mendez. She is going to take
care of these costs in return for your help with several other
patients she's seeing."

                          * * *

    So that's how I got to the situation I'm in now.

    It's been a year since the surgery. Of course, it was a total
success and has been written up in the medical journals. They're still
not sure if I have eggs but they know for sure that I have periods and
all of us know that I have magnificent orgasms.

    And here I wait while all the girls from the house fuss around me.

    In less than an hour now, I'll be Mrs. Ivanovichi Karodskin and,
with any luck at all, we'll live happily ever after.

    After all, how many married couples can say they know as much
about each other as Ivan and I do. From the inside out, backwards and
forwards.