Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2006 22:11:13 -0700
From: bahee <bahee@telus.net>
Subject: brianne Summer-Mermories

These recollection of my first female summer are presented in no particular
order, just as they come to mind.

Once school was out there was no longer any need to pretend. My boy things
were put away. I was Brianne full time. For the first couple of weeks all I
wanted to wear was a dress or a skirt. I didn't want any reminder of boy
stuff, at least not until I saw a pair of gorgeous, pink hot-pants. I know,
they are shorts, but surely no boy would wear pink. I just had to have
them. The fitting room was a bit awkward - my clit just would not behave
itself. I tried on a couple of pairs but they did not have my size. This
proved to be a blessing in disguise as I ended up having to settle for a
black pair. I was able to wear them all through the summer as they went
well with just about any of my tops.

Even before I was Brianne my ears had been pierced. Plain gold studs had
been replaced by rings which in turn had been replaced by studs with
various stones. I was now experimenting with dangling hoops and things. I
was now wearing a nose stud and wanted to get my navel and nipples
pierced. Mum was kicking up a fuss.  I mean, get with it. She hardly batted
an eyelid when she found out I was really a girl but was freaking out over
a nipple piercing, we'd more or less agreed on the belly button. In the end
it was all put on hold. When I went to make an appointment the talked me
out of doing any of them until the fall. She pointed out that with a hot
summer there would be lots of swimming and sweating, two factors not very
conducive to clean healing. Although I bought her story, in retrospect I'm
sure Mum had gotten to her. I mean, she wasn't going to turn away business
all summer long, was she? Yeah, I was conned.

During the early part of the summer Sam had me completely confused. We
spent a lot of time together though sometimes I felt I was being a bit of
an hanger-on. Neither of us had any girl friends of our own ages. Jen had
introduced me to a few of her friends, but they were all two or three years
older. It was like we had just moved into town, knew nobody and had to make
new friends. School was out so the normal way for new-comers to find their
way about was out. I had always been a bit of a loner so the excitement and
satisfaction of being Brianne more than made up for any sense of
loneliness. Sam though was suffering from quite violent mood swings.  One
minute she was all fun and games wanting to go to the mall and hang out,
the next she would be quite blue. Then he would want to go out to meet his
old buddies by himself. Sometimes he wanted to take his girl friend out,
and I quite enjoyed that.  He took a bit of teasing as a cradle
snatcher. In retrospect I now realize that Sam had probably just commenced
hormone treatments and was suffering through getting the dosage correct.

Most nights we slept together, either at his house or mine. Mum and Sue
were real cool about things, but I think Jen was more than a little
jealous. The sex was great.  We fucked just about every single day - I
think there were a couple of days during the course of the summer that we
missed, but there were not many! I enjoyed fucking Sam, especially if we
were face to face. My real turn on was, and is, being fucked.  During that
summer, mainly through trial and error, I learned to please my man.

Slowly I came to realize that the greatest satisfaction came not form
receiving a great fuck (though I got many of those) but from driving a guy
out of his mind.  We would lie side by side, kissing and cuddling. I would
feel him getting hard. I run my fingers over his chest, playing with his
nipples. His cock begins to dig into my tummy. I suck on a nipple, running
my fingers over the tip of the other one. He moans.  I run my tongue down
his chest, circling his belly button. One hand runs up the inside of his
thighs. I find his arse hole. I run a finger round his hole. Then a quick
thrust. One finger is in. He jerks. I attend to his balls with my mouth. A
kiss. I suck on one his balls. I take it into my mouth. I suck. Another
finger in. I start to slowly finger fuck him. I move from his balls to the
tip of cock. He is rock hard now. He thrusts his cock into my face,
searching for my mouth. Not yet baby. I taste his pre-cum.  I take my
fingers out of his cunt. I slide up the bed and we are kissing again. I
bring my fingers, slick with his boy-cunt juice, up to our mouths and we
take turns to suck on them. He is moaning, thrusting with his hips. His
stiff cock rubs against my belly.
 I move away so he cannot hump my thigh. As he calms down his cock begins
to soften.  Now we start all over again. Soon he is begging for it. I am
learning the signs that tell me he is about to ejaculate. Some days I can
bring him to the point of spurting three or four times. Like most boys he
just want to stick his cock into a hole and cum.  I'm learning control. He
now cums where and when I want him to - well most of the
 time. I occasionally misjudge the timing. I now decide whether he is
allowed to cum inside my mouth or inside my cunt.

Towards the middle of the summer I learned about hormones. Sam, I
discovered, had been taken them for a couple of months and I noticed that
her breasts were developing.  When I asked her about it she told me about
hormone treatments. Of course, I wanted to start now, if not last
month. After talking it over with Mum an appointment was arranged with our
Doctor. This was a weird meeting. My last visit had been about 18 months
ago, and of course at that time it was Brian that went. I had been seeing
the Doctor for as long as I could remember, but at 14 I was beginning to
feel embarrassed with a female doctor. Now seeing her as Brianne I was
embarrassed in a different way.

"Good afternoon, Mrs Dale, Brian .... Oh, I thought we were seeing Brian."

"Afternoon, Doctor. Yes this is Brian, though we call her Brianne now." I
felt myself blushing. "As you can see, we have a gender problem, which is
why we are here."

Not much more was said that day. An appointment was made for me to come
back the following week. There were two quite long consultations in the
next couple of weeks.  The outcome was that I was not going to get any
hormones and I suffered through some stern lectures about trying to get
them in other places (I couldn't afford them anyway). Appointments were
also arranged with a psychiatrist. I was beginning to feel as if people
thought I was mad, insane, deranged, whatever. Thank god for Mum, Sue, Sam
and Jen. Yes, even Jen. She may have been a pain in butt for the past few
years but I have to admit, she came through when I really needed her. Sam
in particular knew exactly what I was going through. She had suffered
through some of this the previous year. She helped to gain some
understanding of the seriousness of the what was being
contemplated. Finding one's gender was more than a few good fucks and
dressing up. The Docs had to be sure. They had to know that I knew what I
was doing, that I knew what I really wanted, that I knew who I really
was. All deep painful stuff that would take a couple of years to work
out. Thee was one quick benefit. Around the middle of August Mum told me we
had a meeting with Sam and Sue at the School Board. We, Sam and I, learned
that Mum and Sue had been working with the School Board during the
summer. The meeting was with a Principle and some Board people to arrange
for Sam and I to attend as girls in the next year.  The plan was that the
staff would know of our condition but no public announcement, at least not
at first. Our doctors had provided medical letters and we would excused
inappropriate activities. It all seemed very reasonable, if it would only
work.

Some days Same would take his girl friend out. I really enjoyed those
days. It was great making out in the Mall. It was a turn-on to see the old
biddies giving us their jealous, disapproving looks. If only they knew. I
remember one day in particular. We had spent the afternoon window
shopping. We had stopped for a few minutes. Sam was lounging against one of
the pillars. I was leaning against him, my back to him.  He had his arms
around my waist, holding me tight against his chest. It was just a quiet,
relaxing moment. After a few minutes I felt his cock stiffening against me.
Reaching back between us I managed to find the zipper of his jeans. Oh my
god, he was not wearing any underwear today. I could feel his hot cock. All
the while Sam had his arms around me pulling me back towards him. Carefully
I managed to pull up the back of my skirt. Luckily I was wearing a thong so
it was a matter of seconds to pull it to one side and I felt his cock
slipping into my cunt. We stood there in the middle of the Mall, hundreds
of people passing by, and he fucked me. Jesus, what a turn-on. Most of the
old foggies didn't give us a second glance, but I'm certain some of the
younger, our own age, kids knew what was going on. When we were finished
there was quite a bit of wiggling around trying to get Sam closed up. A
couple of girls who had been watching us for some time came up, giggling.

"Was it good? Bet you need a pad now."

"It was fantastic, and, yeah, I sure do need one. Would you stand here and
give us some cover?"

They stood on either side of us. I turned round, passed a pad to Sam and
put my arms around his neck. He slipped the pad inside my thong. God knows
how long it will stay in place.

The girls were wide-eyed. "Does he always do that for you?"

"Yeah, he even puts my tampons in and changes them."

We did it several times after that in a few different public places. These
later fucks were planned. They were fun but never had quite the same
frisson as that first, spontaneous one.