Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2006 18:06:15 -0700
From: bahee <bahee@telus.net>
Subject: Brianne: End of Term

The next few weeks was one of the most exciting periods of my life. It was also
a most unsettling and frightening time. By now, except for a few hours each day
at school, I was living continuously as a girl. Even at school I was experimenting.
Just little things. Instead of wearing baggy jeans with the crotch down round my
knees I started wearing tighter, stretch denim. Naturally they came from the
girl's section and with only an 8 or 10cm rise they sat really low on my hips.  I did
receive some comments about a pretty arse but they came from other girls . A pretty
pink shirt from Tommy Hilfiger got a few comments but they soon died out. When
I replaced it with some from the girl's catalogue I don't think anyone noticed, or at
least no one commented. I even tried a little make-up, nothing too much. Just a
touch of eye-liner and some mascara. It seemed to me that if one didn't actually
rub their noses in things most people just don't notice, or prefer not to. Even the one
or two boys that I hung out with would make a couple of comments when I showed
up in a new item but they seemed to be more envious than censorious.

After that first finger fuck my education progressed rapidly. I was giving myself a
fuck every night as I went to bed. The next day at Sam's we had watched a porno
DVD of guys fucking each other. There had been all sorts of talk in the locker room
at school, but to actually see guys doing it was different. The thought of Sam's clit
being put into my cunt was a little scary. Over the next couple of days she was
was very patient with me, one finger, two fingers, three. She drove me mad. She could
make me cum without ever touching my clit.

It was about two or three days after that very first finger fuck. We were at Sam's place
as usual, watching a porno, well Sam may have been watching. I didn't see too much
of it. I was more interested in her nice hard clit. Most of the time I had my face buried
in her crotch, licking her clit, at least when she was not playing with my boy-cunt. She
pulled her fingers out of my cunt. As I lay there panting I felt her applying a large gob
of Vaseline to my hole.

"OK baby, here it comes, this is what you've been waiting for." I felt the tip of his cock
pressing against my cunt. My cheeks tightened in a reflex. "Relax, it's no different
from fingers. Remember, push, relax and let me in." I felt his cock sliding into me.
Then he started to withdraw.

"Don't, don't, don't. Leave it in. Fuck me. Please." I stated to push back, trying to get
more of that lovely cock. He grabbed my waist with both hands holding me still.
Slowly he pressed his cock into me again, a bit deeper this time. I felt my arse
alternately clenching and relaxing as I tried to pull him deeper into me. He started
to pull out. I almost screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Please, pretty please.
Ahhhh, oh christ." He rammed into me. A few quick strokes and he ejaculated. I
could feel him cumming in me. We lay there for a few moments then as he withdrew
I turned round and took his now soft cock into my mouth. I wanted to worship, to
pay homage to that beautiful instrument that had taken my virginity.

"OK, it's your turn now."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're not the only girl that likes to be fucked."

"You mean ...."

"Yes, I like to be fucked too. Turn and turn about."

She lay on her back, legs in the air. I knelt between her legs and she rested them on
my shoulders. My clit was stiffening again. I placed the tip of my cock against her
cunt and pushed. I slid into her quite easily. Sam was no virgin. This was a whole
new experience. It was wonderful when Sam kissed my cock, when she ran her
tongue up and down my shaft, when she sucked on my balls, when she took my
cock into her mouth and made me cum, but this was different. My whole cock
from the very tip to the base was being held in a wonderfully warm and moist clamp.
Slowly she alternately pushed and clamped her muscles. Oh to hell with that. I
plunged into her with short, sharp, quick strokes. No time for niceties. I wanted to
fuck her. A few quick strokes and I blew my load. My first fuck was over before
I knew it. We lay for a while just cuddling and kissing until it was time for Sam to
go home.

During the next few days my learning curve was not just steep, it was damn near
vertical. Being a girl is not that easy, in fact it can be bloody hard work. Boy-cunts
are messy things, after all they fulfill two functions, but nobody ever really talks
about it and tells you what to expect. I had to learn how to keep myself clean, which
wasn't difficult it just meant that I had to add an extra ten minutes to my daily bathroom
schedule; not exactly an enema just a little douche with warm water. But that
introduced another problem - seepage. Often there would be some leakage some time
later in the morning. That was embarrassing until Jen, of all people, introduced me
to panty liners and pads. I had always felt awkward when the ads were shown on TV
but now I found myself paying attention. It was `Light Days' that brought one of
my earliest experiences of acceptance. It was lunch time and I was in the hallway
heading for my locker. I sensed someone behind me and a low voice whispered
"Brianne". I turned to face Jen's best friend. She knew about Brianne and had met
her many times by now. She looper her arm through mine. "You've got to help me.
I need a pad badly and I'm didn't bring any. Jen says you might have some."

We walked arm in arm to my locker, and I can tell you that brought a few comments.
"Do you want a pad or a liner?"

"It's a heavy day, I need a pad."

I opened my locker and carefully passed her a pad. "You're a real life saver." and
putting her arms around me she planted a big kiss right on my lips. I responded putting
my arms around her waist and holding her tightly. We tongued for a few minutes.
"There, that should shut up some of the gossip. Gotta go and change. Thanks." We
broke and she headed off to the girls room. There were a few whistles and any comments,
in particular they wanted to know how a poor niner like me got off with an elevener. I
just smiled and kept my counsel.

Whereas I resented every moment that I lived as a boy Sam seemed to be spending
a lot of time as a boy, particularly at the weekends. Not that I minded as it meant
I had a boy friend. We became something of an item. Graduation was rapidly
approaching. Of course, neither Sam nor I were graduating this year, but some of
Sam's class were arranging an end-of-year party. It was to be semi-formal, buffet,
dinner dance. Sam wanted me to come to it as his `date'. My initial reaction was
`No way'. The place would be full of people who knew me only as Brian, that is if
they were aware of me at all. It took a few days of persuasion by Sam, some might
call it nagging, with help from Mum and Sue and even Jen, but I finally agreed.
Once the decision was made Mum took me shopping for an outfit. I had my heart
set on a full-length graduation dress. Mum put her foot down. For one thing they
were just too damn expensive and secondly such a dress would be completely
inappropriate for such an affair. There were a couple of days of the sulks, but I came
to my senses in the end, especially when Sam completely agreed with Mum. What's
a girl to do? You can't fight your Mum and your boyfriend.

It was still a rough day at the Mall. Having agreed to go as Sam's girlfriend I was
determined to be the femme-fatale. It was going to be an off the shoulder, tight
fitting, sexy, dress. Unfortunately (actually, as it turned out, very fortunately) Mum
had the credit cards. She pointed out a few home truths. Like, most of the girls who
would be there were naturally endowed and would no doubt be sporting cleavage
that I was in no position to rival.  Like, I did have a clit that sometimes seemed to
have a mind of its own (just her mentioning this in the store gave me a hard-on).
Damn it, are Mums always right? We finally settled on a lavender, sleeveless dress
that reached to just above my knees. It had a scooped neckline and was tight to the
waist and then flared out in three layers. I have to admit, Mum was right. It looked
great on me and made me feel sexy but not slutty. The shoe store was the next stop,
and this was much easier. The colour was fixed, they had to match my dress, and I
wanted heels. It still took a visit to several stores before we found just the right ones.
The last stop was a bit of surprise. We went looking for a handbag, or rather an
evening bag. I didn't see the point of such a pokey looking thing, but again Mum
pointed out why. A girl needed somewhere for her cell phone (Mum said in her days
it was just a dime for the telephone), her lip gloss and a spare tampon or liner.

On the day of the dance I thought I would sleep in a while, but Mum woke me
early with the news that I had a 12 o'clock appointment at the hair dresser. It was
news to me, but Mum said it was a surprise present for my first formal. Also she
had booked me a make-up session for later in the afternoon. Laura, my regular
hairdresser, was very helpful. For the first time I was looking for a girlish style,
no pretence about having to be a boy for school time. She suggested some highlights,
bangs, a light trim, and to curl the ends in round my face.

The make-up session was an eye opener. A thorough cleansing and a couple of zits
taken care of an then an eye-brow waxing. Ouch and ouch again. Shit, that stings.

"You think that stings, wait till you get a bikini wax. Then you'll know what
stinging means."

"You know, when you're wearing a bikini most guys don't like to see bits of
hair sticking out, so you either have to shave or have it waxed."

"Umm, er, you mean down there."

"Yes dear, round your privates. Anyway, let's get you set for tonight. Graduation
is it? You seem a bit young for that."

"Well, kinda. It's my boyfriend. His class are having a kind of fake graduation party.
He graduates next year so really I guess this is just and end of school party."

"Well let's get to work, though really there is not very much to do. You've got
lovely skin, you really don't need very much at all. You're wearing lavender,
right?"

"Yes. It' lovely. Sleeveless and the neck comes like this " I traced the line around my
neck "and I've got shoes to match, and Mum got me an evening bag, and Sue, that's
my boy friend's Mum, go me a necklace and earings, and ....".

"Whoa there, Brianne. Just a little excited aren't you? Hmmm, we could go with
something dark, not really gothic, but something to give a really strong contrast to
your dress. Something to make you really stand out."

"Sounds great."

"Do you really want that?  I think you look really pretty with nothing. I would
suggest something quite soft. Something a little dark to emphasize your eyebrows.
A green eyeshadow to pick up the colour of your eyes. A little liner. Beautiful
lashes - just some mascara. What's your choice?"

"You really think the soft would be the best?"

"I really do, dear. Hard is not you."

At home I hurried to get dressed. Of course I was ready much to early. I couldn't sit
still. I swear the clock was running backwards, but eventually the hands crept round
to six. Right on time the doorbell rang. I made to answer it but Mum told be to stay
put as she went to get the door. When she opened it I saw two guys standing on the
porch. A black goth said Hi and walked right by me. Sam looking smashing in a tux
smiled at me. "Miss Brianne, would you do me the honour of attending a dance."

"Why yes, kind sir", dropping a curtsey. Geez we'd been watching to many
romantic movies. He gave a box containing a corsage, a single orchid that exactly
matched my dress. I wasn't sure what to do with it, but good, old Mum came to my
rescue and pinned it onto my dress. I had been so self involved the past few days
I had lost sight of the fact that Jen also be attending the dance. She was as goth as
goth could be - dressed black, spiked hair, black make-up. God was I glad I hadn't
opted for the hard look.

What a night. The boys had arranged a limo there and back. Sam was a perfect
gentleman, opening doors, pulling my chair out or pushing it in. We danced and
danced. Some of his friends came over and I danced with them but all evening it
was Sam's arms I wanted round me. Midnight came all to soon, and like Cinderella,
we had to leave. Luckily, the limo did not turn into a pumpkin.

Mum was waiting up for us. Jen had gone on to a sleep-over so it was just the
three of us. I babbled on about the evening. Finally Mum said she was off to bed.
"Sue says it's OK if you stay over. Just make sure you turn all the lights off before
you go to bed."

We didn't need a second bidding. We were soon in my bedroom where I found
myself locked in Sam's arms. He pressed his lips onto mine and our tongues met.
He reached behind me and pulled down my zipper. My dress dropped to the floor.
I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands up his body, playing with his nipples which
were standing out nearly as far as his cock (poetic licence also known as bullshit).
We were both hot. We stripped and into bed. What a night. I lost count of how
many times we came or who did what to whom. I fucked her, she fucked me. I
sucked him, he sucked me. We sixty-nined. We rimmed each other