Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2022 07:43:27 +0100
From: FMNA <nikkie.silk@outlook.com>
Subject: It Takes All Sorts Part Two. Transgender High School

It Takes All Sorts

Nikkie Silk

Part Two

Kyle's phone buzzed with a message from Jack. Ever since the fight with
Jason, they hadn't been able to spend much time together. Jason had
appeared at school a couple of days later with two black eyes and a pale
shadow of his former self. Word had quickly spread around the school about
what Jack and Kyle had done, and Jason was no longer feared. Things had
improved for Kyle. Students who had previously shunned him were now eager
to be friends. Jack had gained a group of followers too, both boys and
girls. Kyle had missed Jack and was delighted to hear from her.

Hi kylie u got free study tmrw?

Yeah Y?

Me 2 fancy coming over to my place to study with me?

Kyle almost dropped his phone in surprise. He still wasn't sure what their
relationship was. Since the night at the cinema, they had not been able to
spend much time together. They were in the last year at school and had had
plenty of study days. He thought it would be an opportunity for him to sort
things out with Jack.

Kylie u there? Yes or no?

Yeah luv 2

Good surprise me

What do u mean?

Work it out babe mwah

What did she mean? Surprise her? What with? The idea of spending time alone
with Jack was exciting, but how could he possibly surprise her? Last time
she asked him to wear something pretty. What was it about this girl that
sent him into turmoil like this? He couldn't stop thinking about her, for
sure. The kisses they had shared were burned into his mind.

His mother disturbed his train of thought by shouting up the stairs. "Kyle,
dinner's on the table in five. It's going in the bin if you're not down by
then."

He knew it was a hollow threat, but he was hungry, so he went downstairs to
find his mother putting meatballs, potatoes, and cream sauce on plates. You
can take the Swede out of Sweden, but you can't take Sweden out of the
Swede. His mother had come to the UK as an au pair and stayed on. She met
his father and Kyle was the result. They ate at the table, and usually,
they chatted away about their days. However, Kyle's mind was somewhere else
tonight.

"What's up, Kyle? Something wrong?"

"Sorry, mum. No, it's fine. I have a big test coming and I'm worried about
it. In fact, I'm heading over to Jack's place tomorrow to study together."

He missed the look that flashed across his mother's face before she
asked. "Oh. OK. Where does Jack live?"

"Huh? What?"

"Are you sure you're OK? I asked, where does Jack live?"

"The other side of the train station. I'll need to take my bike."

"I can give you a lift if you like?"

"No. Sorry, no thanks, I mean. I won't head over first thing. I'll be OK."
He didn't want her getting too nosy about Jack.

"All right, if you're sure. By the way, I think your hair needs a
trim. It's getting a bit too long and the ends are splitting. I'll do it in
the salon after work on Saturday."

Kyle worked a few hours in his mother's salon at the weekend, just tidying
up and keeping things clean, but it gave him some spending money. They
watched some TV together for a while before his mother said she needed an
early night and kissed him goodnight. She paused at the door. "You know I
love you, no matter what."

"Sure, mum. Love you too." That was weird, he thought. He watched some more
TV, but his mind was on what Jack had said. Surprise her. He was still
thinking about how when he fell asleep.

He woke to a glorious sunny morning, and the forecast was for a baking hot
day. After he heard his mum leave for work, he jumped in the shower and
stood under lukewarm water as the heat was already building outside. As he
washed and conditioned his hair, he thought it would be nice to have it
styled a little differently. Kyle had seen a picture of Kate Hudson in one
of his mother's hairdressing magazines with a pixie cut, which he loved. He
wondered if his mother would ever agree to let him have it done. Wrapping
himself in a towel and his hair in a turban, he wandered over to his
mother's room to dry his hair. He stopped in the doorway and took a deep
breath. He loved the aroma in his mother's room; a combination of her
perfumes, lotions, and powder that made him feel a little dizzy every time
he ventured in there.

Sitting at her dressing table to dry his hair, he could see his mother's
wardrobe in the mirror, and he wondered if there was something in there he
could borrow to surprise Jack. Kyle jumped as his phone buzzed with another
message from Jack.

U left yet?

In 5 Y?

bring swim things. we have pool

OK c u soon

He hesitated, then added a heart to the end of the message, and instantly
Jack replied with a pair of red lips.

It made Kyle think of the lipstick he had worn to meet Jack, and what a
thrill it had given them both. Jack had said he should wear it more often,
and sweeping his gaze over the dressing table, his eyes lit upon the red
lipstick he had tried the night he went to the cinema. He nervously
unscrewed it and tried it on the back of his hand. It looked so bright and
sexy on his hand, that he couldn't resist trying it on his lips. He decided
he would never get over the giddy feeling he got as the lipstick touched
his lips. The first lipstick he had worn could barely be noticed, but not
so with this one. Kyle wondered if he dare wear it, but as he looked in the
mirror, he fell in love with the way his lips blazed scarlet.

Once more, he flicked through his mother's clothes. He couldn't possibly
wear a dress, but he found a pair of loose white shorts he thought he could
get away with. Dropping the towel, he stepped into the shorts and pulled
them up to his waist. They tied at the waist with a belt and fell to the
middle of his thigh. Looking in the mirror, he realised they were not boy
shorts. He liked the way they were loose and swung a little as he moved. He
thought they certainly made his legs look good. Could he wear them out in
public? Riding his bike, they would look like regular shorts, so he thought
people probably wouldn't take any notice. He decided they were would have
to do for Jack's surprise. He put on short white socks and his favourite
white trainers.

For the ride to Jack's, he tied his hair back into a ponytail for
convenience. He always tied it high on the back of his head, becaUSE he
loved the feeling as the ponytail swung behind him. As he passed the hall
stand, he picked up a pair of his mother's sunglasses she had left there
and tried them on. They looked cool on him, he thought, so he kept them
on. He would be back well before his mother came home from work, so he
could put everything back. To be sure, he set the alarm on his phone for
when he should leave to get back. He walked into the garage and grabbed his
bike, only to remember it had a puncture and he had forgotten to get it
fixed. It would take ages if he had to get the two buses he needed to get
to Jack's house.

He noticed his mother's bike in the corner of the garage. It was obviously
a woman's bike, sky blue and with a wicker basket on the front, but it
would have to do. He tried it for size, and to his surprise, it was perfect
for him. He wheeled it out of the garage, jumped on and set off with only a
small wobble. It was unlike his bike, much more upright, but easy enough to
ride. The biggest problem he had was the shorts let the breeze flow around
his groin, and together with the bumping from the bike, he was getting a
little excited.

He stopped at a set of traffic lights where two men were standing on the
kerb, and as he pushed off, he heard one say to the other, "I wish I was
the saddle on her bike."

He blushed scarlet as he realised the man had mistaken him for a
girl. Luckily, it wasn't long before he found the address Jack had given
him. It was an affluent neighbourhood where the houses were large and
detached, most of them gated. Jack's house was one of the largest, and Kyle
stopped at the gate to press the button for the Entryphone. He looked up to
see there was a camera trained on him, so he waved, feeling a little
foolish, not knowing if anyone was watching. The gate swung open, and Kyle
wheeled his bike up a short drive to the front door, where Jack stood
waiting.

"Mmm, I like you in shorts," she said with a huge grin on her face.

 "Why?"

"Because you have sexy legs." Kyle felt his face colour and her grin got
even bigger. "You blush so nicely, Kylie. Come on in." She stood aside to
let Kyle inside. She was wearing a white Vans t-shirt with a pair of khaki
shorts, and Kyle's heart performed the little rhumba it did every time he
saw her.

Jack whistled, then said, "Jesus, you look hot in those shorts, Kylie."

He giggled. "Thank you." He spun around, the shorts flaring out. "Is this a
surprise?"

"Oh, yes. I didn't expect the lipstick, though. You rock that colour. Come
here, I want to kiss you." Jack tried to grab Kyle, but he danced out of
the way. "What if someone sees us?"

"There's nobody here. My parents are at work and won't be home until late."

This time, Jack grabbed Kyle, who squealed, but let her draw him in for a
kiss. His legs wobbled as Jack's tongue probed his lips, and he wrapped his
arms around Jack's neck.

"You taste so nice," said Jack, breaking the kiss. "Come on. Let's go cool
off in the pool. Where's your swimsuit?"

Kyle put his hand up to his mouth. "Oh, I forgot."

Jack laughed. "In which case, airhead, you have a choice. Go skinny
dipping, or wear one of my mother's. She has hundreds of bikinis. I'm sure
she won't mind you borrowing the bottom half of one."

"I'm not skinny dipping, for sure. Are you sure I can borrow one of your
mum's? What are you wearing?"

"I wear shorts. I want to see you in one of my mum's. Wait outside by the
pool. I won't be a minute."

Kyle walked through the house until he came to a set of open doors leading
into the garden. He spotted the pool over to the right. Trees screened one
side, which meant the next house along did not overlook it. There were sun
loungers spread around and what looked like a cabin with an outdoor
barbeque.

Kyle sat on a lounger and waited for Jack to appear. The sun was already
fierce and Kyle looked for some shade. There was a large parasol over two
of the loungers and he moved down there, grateful to be in the shade. Jack
appeared, carrying towels and bottles of water, and wearing multi-coloured
board shorts and a crop top.

"Here you are. Sorry, but my mum always wears small bikinis, so this is the
biggest I could find." Jack handed over what to Kyle looked like two scraps
of material with strings holding them together. He gulped, wondering if
they would cover anything.

"You can change in the cabin over there. I'll wait for you here."

Kyle walked across to the cabin and opened the door in a daze. There was a
toilet and tables and chairs stacked in one corner. He closed the door and
looked down at the bikini he held in his hand. He half thought about asking
Jack if he could borrow a pair of her shorts instead. Then he grinned. What
had she said? She wanted to see him in one of her mum's bikinis, so that's
what he would do. Stripping off his clothes, he picked up the bikini
bottoms and saw there were front and back pieces held together at the sides
with adjustable tie strings. He delicately put his feet into them and
pulled them up. He shivered as the soft material caressed his skin and
somehow he manipulated himself into them without too much showing.

From glancing at the other boys in the showers at school, he knew he wasn't
the most well-endowed in that area, but he was a little embarrassed he
could fit into the bottoms. He tied off the sides as tightly as he
could. It was odd, having something so feminine around his masculinity, but
it also felt so thrilling.

"Are you ready yet? I want to cool off in the pool." Jack shouted from
outside.

"Coming." Here goes nothing, thought Kyle, and he walked out of the cabin
holding his t-shirt over his groin.

Jack was already in the pool and she whistled as Kyle walked up to the edge
of the pool. She grabbed the t-shirt from his hands and threw it onto the
grass.

"Mmm, yummy," she growled and pulled Kyle into the pool. He was a good
swimmer, and he popped up straight away, spluttering and laughing. Kyle
then ducked Jack under the water before Jack retaliated by grabbing Kyle by
the legs and dragging him under. With so much body to body contact, Kyle
felt himself getting excited, and he had to swim away from Jack to calm
down.

Jack yelled across, "I'm going to dry off for a bit. Come and join me." She
pulled herself out of the water and lay down on a lounger. Kyle swam across
and followed her out of the pool. He pulled himself up and walked across to
where Jack had lain down. She looked up as he approached and a big grin
spread across her face.

"Those bottoms were made for you, Kylie. But when they're wet, they get
clingy."

Kyle looked down and saw the wet material had moulded itself around him. He
covered himself with his hands, which made Jack shriek with laughter. Kyle
shrugged and let his hands drop away. There was nothing he could do about
it. He laughed as well and lay down on the lounger next to Jack to let the
sun dry him off. He heard a noise and looked across in time to see Jack sit
up and pull her top off over her head. Kyle could not believe his eyes as
she lay back, her breasts exposed.

"You don't mind, do you? Me being topless?"

Kyle shook his head, unable to speak. He could barely believe what was
happening. His breathing became ragged, and he tried not to, but he kept
glancing at Jack's breasts only inches away from him. They were small and
firm, and as he watched, she lazily swatted a fly away from one breast with
her fingers. Kyle jumped as she opened her eyes and looked straight at him.

"Enjoying the view? Seriously, babe, I think you need to use some
sunscreen. You're a bit pasty, and this sun is fierce." She reached into a
bag beside her and threw across a plastic bottle. Kyle had already felt his
skin prickle from the scorching sun, so he sat up and lathered the cream
onto his face and chest, then his arms and legs. He could feel Jack's eyes
on him as he did, and his nipples grew hard and he almost moaned as he
rubbed cream across them. He finished and held out the bottle to Jack. She
sat on the edge of her lounger and said with a strange catch in her voice,
"Roll over and I'll do your back."

Without thinking, Kyle did as he was told, and Jack immediately straddled
him on the lounger, her weight pressing him down. She sat on him as she
poured sunscreen onto his back, and as he felt Jack's hands slide across
his skin, slick with cream, his heart pounded and he thought he might
faint. He heard Jack giggle, then lean forwards and as Kyle felt her
breasts press against his back, he couldn't stop a moan escaping from his
mouth. As she rubbed, she was also rhythmically pushing down on him, and he
could feel his excitement building. Jack finished his back and slapped him
on his backside, making him squeal. She moved to one side to do his legs,
beginning at his ankles and working her way up each leg until her
fingertips brushed his backside. He squirmed as her finger seemed to slip
accidentally under the edge of the bikini bottom.

"Oops. Sorry, Kylie. My bad" Her voice was soft yet throaty as if she was
also excited. Her fingers pushed under the bikini bottom again, and Kyle
realised this was no accident. He squirmed once more and his erection was
squashed painfully against the lounger. "There, I've finished. You can turn
back over."

Kyle felt so embarrassed. His excitement would be visible if he turned
over. He grabbed a towel, twisted around so he was facing away from Jack,
and covered himself. Looking up, he saw Jack with that grin on her
face. Kyle realised she knew exactly what had happened, and she was
enjoying it. Before he could stop her, Jack grabbed the towel and pulled it
out of Kyle's hands.

Kyle felt himself turn scarlet, but Jack was still grinning. "Does that
mean you like me?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jack pulled him onto her lap and kissed him,
her tongue invading his mouth. Kyle melted into the embrace, put his arms
around Jack's neck and kissed her back hard. They stayed like this until
Jack broke the kiss and gently pulled Kyle's face done until he was looking
at her breasts. She pushed her nipple into his mouth, and without even
thinking, he began to suck and nibble it.

Jack arched her back. "Oh, that's lovely, Princess." Kyle looked up in
surprise at the name, but Jack pushed him onto the other nipple. "Don't
stop, it feels so good." She held his head in place, although he didn't
want to stop, anyway. His mind was spinning from what he was doing, and he
was losing any self-control. He would do anything Jack asked him to do so
long as he could feel this way. It was as if his whole being was focused on
pleasuring Jack's nipples, and they hardened in his mouth as he licked and
sucked until his lips hurt. Jack moved slightly so she could take Kyle's
nipples between her fingers and twisted them. Pain flared in his mind.

"Oww, that hurt."

She leant forward and kissed and licked them. "Does that feel better?"

Kyle bit his lip and nodded, and Jack did it again. He didn't complain this
time, as the pain and the pleasure balanced each other out. As they kissed
once more, Jack's fingers feathered their way down Kyle's chest and then
over his tummy, where she drew circles with her finger, making him quiver
inside.

At that moment, Kyle's phone alarm went off, making them both jump. Kyle's
head was spinning and his heart pounding, and it took him a few seconds to
realise what it was.

"What the fuck is that?" said Jack.

"It's my alarm. Shit, is that the time? I have to get home before my mum
does."

Jack groaned in frustration. "Nooooo, you can't go now."

"I have to. I'm sorry. I just can't be late."

He stood up, and Jack smiled and pointed to Kyle's groin. "Looks like one
part of you wants to stay."

Kyle looked down and saw he was tenting out the bikini bottoms. He giggled
and edged closer to Jack, who was now sitting on the side of the lounger.

Coyly, he said, "Maybe it wants a goodbye kiss."

Jack laughed, bent forwards and gently kissed the bulge in his bikini
bottoms.

"Nest time," she growled, "I want it all."

Kyle laughed and ran to the cabin to get changed. He emerged, swinging the
biking bottoms from his finger. He flipped them over to Jack, who caught
them and sniffed them.

"Eww, you're disgusting," said Kyle, but he laughed.

"I'll sleep with these under my pillow tonight." She said.

They walked through the house, and Kyle retrieved his bike.

"I'm sorry, but I do have to get back," Kyle said as he wrapped his arms
around Jack's neck.

"OK, princess, but you owe me one, right?" Kyle loved Jack calling him
that.

"Right."

They kissed goodbye, and then Kyle set off. He couldn't remember much about
the ride home because his head was replaying what had gone on with Jack. He
eventually arrived home and put his mother's bike in the garage before
almost skipping his way into the house. After putting his mother's
sunglasses back on the hall table, he headed for the kitchen to get a
drink. He opened the door and stopped dead. His mother was sitting at the
table drinking a cup of tea.

To be continued

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