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Domesticated
By Amy Brett

     "Okay. Here's two hundred dollars to start you guys off," Mrs. Paul
said, handing Joe the cash. "There's plenty in this account and you just
have to write a check or go to an ATM for more. Okay?"
     "No problem Mrs. Paul. Just go ahead and enjoy your trip," Joe said.
     "Just wish I could go along," Mike said. "A real life trip around the
world. That's so cool!"
     "And you, young man," she said, turning to her son. "You be a good boy
and do what Joe and Mike tell you to do. Okay?"
     "Sure mommy. No problem. I will. I promise," Andy said.
     She picked him up until his feet cleared the floor embarrassingly and
hugged him tight.  "Love you baby," she said.
     "You just have a good time with Bob. Okay?"
     They all stood at the door and watched Mrs. Paul run out to the limo,
waving goodbye to her son.
     Joe and Mike still couldn't believe their luck. Both college
sophomores and roommates, they'd applied for the job when they saw it
advertised in the college paper.
     "WANTED: Mature young man to take care of young son and home for the
summer. All expenses paid. Salary to be negotiated."
     Joe had called on a lark. Neither he nor Mike had anything lined up
for the summer except going home to live off their parents again. They'd
grown up a couple of blocks apart and only met after they got to school the
year before. They'd been close friends ever since, as well as being
roommates.
     This job had been a no brainer as soon as they made the contact. Come
to the country home of a rich lady and spend the summer with her son. Keep
the house in reasonable condition.  Keep her son out of trouble and
fed. And the money was great. It would pay for both of their next year's
school and expenses. She even increased the amount planned so both of them
could work instead of just one. It seemed like a two for one to her and a
dream come true for them.
     The easy part was that Andy was a nice, quiet, well behaved boy of
twelve. He seemed like a really good kid and his mother said he was a
"dream". Biased maybe but he certainly seemed like a quiet, decent kid to
the two boys. So the only problems they could see were doing the work
something they'd been doing for themselves in their apartment for a school
year and figuring out something to do for the summer that would keep them
from going nuts. After all, the neighborhood was just about the calmest
read that boring place in the world.
     And the deal was super.
     The house was beautiful. Very rich folks. They had the use of the
"family" car, a Lexus, and a Jeep for excursions. The place had horses and
a pool and, in case they got bored, backed up against a national forest.
     When Mrs. Paul had left, they retreated to the kitchen and the three
of them had had lemonades and talked and laughed. Joe and Mike were very
happy that the kid was as nice and easy to be around as he was. In fact, if
the kid had a problem it was that he was affection starved.  They watched
movies on the big screen TV that first night and the kid sat between them
with an arm around each. Finally, he fell asleep against Mike's side while
they watched the third movie of the night and was easily carried upstairs
to his bed.
     The "problems" didn't start for a week.
     Mike was the one who noticed Andy was missing and, after an extended
search, found him in his mother's bedroom.
     ***
     Yeah, I guess I resented having a couple of college guys taking care
of me for the summer. I liked them just fine actually but, after all, I'm
12 years old! I could pretty much take care of myself. Right? Well, really,
it was pretty much neat that they were around to order food or cook or
whatever. And I wouldn't have wanted to do all the house cleaning even
though I think they made more of a mess than me anyway.
     Ok. So I know now that what I'd been doing for a long time a couple
years at least was pretty weird. Now I know that, I guess. Then I'm not so
sure.
     Well, I didn't want to get caught doing it. I know that. I knew that a
guy wearing his mommy's clothes is something the other kids at school would
make fun of. But, well, I just couldn't help it.
     The first time I tried it was about Christmas and mom and my father
had been out to dinner. I didn't know a divorce was coming up but maybe
they didn't either then. Anyway, they left me alone for an evening. Just
long enough to go out to dinner for a couple hours. Not a big deal.
     Anyway, I was looking for something I left in my pants pocket in the
hamper. I found it but I also found a pair of my mom's panties that looked
and felt really cool. Worst of all, I saw something on them and smelled. It
was the most wonderful smell I ever smelled. I guess it was something that
comes out of her but it just smelled like the greatest thing ever.
     I'm not quite sure how it got to that, but I ended up in my room
wearing the panties myself and rubbing myself like I'd just learned how to
do. It was a close call because I had a tickle from doing that just before
my parents came back home. I just got dressed in my PJ's in time to meet
them downstairs. They were happy that I was already ready for bed and
everything.
     From then on, every time I was alone for a while, I'd try on something
else I found in the hamper. At the time, I was small. But now, I'm almost
exactly the same size as mom. Not nearly as big as my dad or my new
stepdad, of course, but as big as her. Not nearly as big as Mike or Joe
either.
     Anyway, what happened was that the more I tried on mom's stuff, the
more adventurous I got. Pretty soon, maybe almost a year ago, I tried on
her panties and shoes and a dress at the same time and they all fit. Not
out of the hamper but right out of her room. It had just sort of gone from
there.
     I guess, like most kids who are left alone quite a bit, I explored
everything in the house. I found mom and dad's dirty movies. I watched a
bunch of them, a little piece at a time. I found a long thing that smelled
like mom's panties a lot in her night table. I found picture albums and sad
stuff about my grandma they didn't want me to know and all sorts of stuff.
     When I found the old trunk of grandma's with all the pictures and
other stuff it was pretty neat. But, sort of in one corner, I found some
funny soft balloon things and, after a while, figured out that they were
what made mommy's chest stand up. When I put them in one of her bras and
put it on, I almost looked just like her. Pretty cool.
     What Mike saw when he caught me was me trying on a black slip over the
bra and panties.  It was stupid of me, I guess, to do that when both of
them were around the house. But you have to understand that I'd really got
used to wearing those things and missed it after a week not being able
to. Why couldn't they just leave me alone for half an hour?
     ***
     "What the fuck?" Mike said when he caught sight of me. I didn't hear
him in the hall and I damned near had a heart attack. "What are you doing?"
     If I could have got away with it, I would have dropped behind a bed or
something and hid for life. But I couldn't. There wasn't a bed close enough
to hide behind. I just stood there turning 90 shades of red. After a week,
I thought I'd just made friends with these guys. Now what would they think
of me?
     Mike's eyes sort of went from top to bottom and back up again. His
mouth was open and his eyes were wide while he did it.
     I don't know what I expected him to do but what he did wasn't it.
     "Hey, Joe!" he yelled back down the hall. "Hey, Joe! Commere!"
     "What?" Joe's voice said from downstairs.
     "Just get up here!" Mike looked at me pretty funny as I heard Joe
running up the stairs and down the hall. I felt like running but I just
didn't know what to do. Instead we just stood there frozen about 10 feet
apart listening to Joe scramble around.
     He was out of breath when he came in the room, looking a little
scared. Like maybe something bad had happened. Maybe it had.
     "What the fuck?" he said, questioning. Then he looked me up and
down. "What the FUCK!" He closed the space between us and walked part way
around me, making me very nervous. Mike came with him and chuckled. "I'll
be god damned!!!" he said in a minute. His mouth was open and his eyes wide
too. Like Mike's had been. Mike was smiling now instead.
     "So. What do you think?" Mike said.
     "I'll be god damned," Joe said softer.
     The two of them walked around and around me, never taking their eyes
off me the whole time and not saying anything. Mike was smiling. Joe still
looked startled or something.
     Joe shook his head like the cartoon characters do. "You know what?" he
said. I didn't see how Mike reacted but he didn't say anything. "He looks
pretty good."
     "Damned good," Mike said from my other side.
     "Damned good," Joe agreed.
     For the next several minutes, they asked me about how long I'd been
doing it. I told them.  Why. I couldn't say really. If I liked it. Yeah, I
did. Whether mom knew. No. Anybody. No.
     Then they had me walk around. That was the first time I really felt
the short slip move against my thighs and that was sort of neat in spite of
the situation and the way the panties moved was even neater.
     Finally, I couldn't stand it any more.
     "What are you guys going to do?" I whined. "You won't tell mommy will
you?"
     They sort of look startled.
     "Please?" I begged. That's when Joe's startled look changed to a smile
like Mike's.
     "Ah, no," he said. "I don't think we're going to tell your mom."
     "We won't anyway if you, well, sort of go along with us," Mike added
from behind me. It took Joe by surprise too. It was like Mike needed to
explain to both of us then. "Hey. You said you like doing this, right? I
just think we might be able to have a little fun with it. You know?"
     I think Joe didn't know what he meant either. He didn't say anything
and I didn't know what to say.
     "Hey look. You like doing this. Dressing up like a girl. Right?" He
looked at me and I shrugged I guess. "It's pretty boring here. Right? Well,
I think it'd be a chuckle to sort of play around with it a little. You
know?"
     "You mean dress him up?" Joe said.
     "Yeah. Like our own little Barbie Doll or something. I don't know
about you, man, but I always wished I had a little babe I could dress up
any way I wanted. Do stuff with. You know?"
     "Yeah," Joe agreed. "Hey, yeah. That would sort of be a kick, wouldn't
it?"
     "Sure. The kid digs it. We could get some chuckles. Nobody'd
know. We'd even be able to figure out how to get a babe out of all that
complicated clothes junk. You know?" They laughed.
     I was just nervous. But I was less nervous now.
     ***
     That's how it started for Joe and me. Just a lark. Something to do
with a lot of free time.  We didn't even think, I guess.
     The first thing we did was to get little Andy back out of the clothes
so we could start from scratch. Of course, that made him terribly
embarrassed, being naked in front of us. The most embarrassing for him was
probably his little hard-on that he didn't seem to be able to get rid of
even after quite a long time.
     We started from the bottom up. Joe and I agreed that what we'd do is
change our way of thinking about the kid and just compare each body part
with what we knew about women.  Admittedly, that wasn't a bunch. Both of
our experiences with girls had been in dark cars or in bed or whatever. My
sister really was my whole experience that I could compare with since I'd
seen her as she grew up, a year younger than me, and in several states of
dress or undress. I'd never seen her without at least a pair of panties on
but I had seen her in JUST panties even in the last couple of years. She
has nice, small tits.
     Anyway, we looked at Andy's feet and tried to mentally compare them to
a girl's. He even had girlie looking toenails and didn't have like guy
looking feet or toes. We had him walk around, looking at his legs and, as
far as we could tell, they looked like a girl's. His knees weren't even
real bulgy like ours and he was so soft there was no muscle definition at
all in his calves or thighs.  Even when we had him pose and tense
them. There was hardly a sprinkling of little blond hairs on them.
     Since we didn't think anybody was going to look at his equipment, it
didn't really matter much in our inspection. But I think I've touched
girls' clits that were as big as his little dick, which still wanted to
stay hard. He couldn't have been two inches. His nuts were a lot more like
marbles than balls and his bag barely made a bump between his legs. That
could have been the chill of the room, I suppose, but they didn't dangle
down like mine, for sure.
     His hips were narrower than some girls but I'd seen girls that had
smaller ones too. Same for his buns. In fact, they were a little pudgy and
had a little hangover at the bottom. Just muscle tone or baby fat.
     That seemed like a funny place for the baby fat to go though cause he
didn't have any love handles or belly at all. Flat and small. Looked at
from behind, his back, waist, and hips could have almost been my little
sis. (At 19, I guess she's not so little any more.)
     For a boy, his chest was almost disgusting. Of course he's young and I
guess my chest didn't have much muscle or any hair then either. His
shoulders slope down instead of being square. And his arms are skinny.
     His fingers are long and sort of artistic looking. Right then, his
fingernails were dirty and hadn't been cut for a long time. He was past
due. Just like he was past due for a haircut. The sort of ragamuffin blond
hair was way too long for a boy who was as "pretty" as he was.
     Maybe his face was what gave me the idea in the first place. I mean,
that and his mother's clothes.
     His lips are just too full for a boy and his eyes too brilliantly
blue. When he smiles over his perfect white teeth, he has dimples in both
cheeks and his cheekbones are full. Perfect, clear skin, of course, since
he hasn't reached the teens yet. He has eyebrows, of course, but they're so
blond you almost can't see them. I noticed that he also has long blond
eyelashes that you can hardly see either. His nose is little like his
ears. Like I said, a "pretty" boy.
     His neck is a little long for a boy, with a small Adam's apple.
     Joe got concerned about the kid's friends coming over but Andy said
they'd just moved a couple months before and he didn't really know anybody
around the neighborhood. When we pushed a little, he admitted he didn't
know anybody at all.
     Things were just falling into place too perfectly, it seemed like.
     We'd already seen him and his mom together and he might have been an
inch or two taller.  She was a "petite" lady at maybe 5-1 or 2. We'd
already seen that he fit into her panties, bra, and slip like they were
made for him.
     Joe and I talked all of that out while we looked at him, doing
comparisons with girls we both know and trying to find something that just
wouldn't work. We couldn't do it.
     Joe was the one who decided a bath was the first thing, so I started
looking around in mommy's closets and things while they went to do that.
     ***
     All I really wanted to do when we started was to make sure the kid got
clean so we wouldn't mess up his mom's clothes. But it just sort of took
off from there. First, he wanted a bath instead of a shower. Said he always
takes baths. So I started a good hot one.
     There were a bunch of bathoils and stuff on the back of the tub and I
decided that maybe he'd smell good with a bath in that stuff. He got in
without complaint and started washing.
     Right away, I noticed that he had some armpit hair. Even if it was
blond, I decided we should shave it. Since he'd never shaved anything, he
asked me to and, after soaping it up good, I did. Since I was sitting there
with the safety razor I figured what the hell and did his legs too. I
almost didn't have to rinse out the razor, it was so light weight and
sparse.
     He suckered me into washing his hair so, to pay him back a little, I
picked the sweetest smelling shampoo there was in the cupboard to do
it. Whether he wanted to or not, he'd smell like a girl until the next time
he took a bath.
     I'd never given a kid a bath before and, strangely enough, we both had
a good time doing it. He giggled at being shaved under the arms and washed
after. I dunked him when I did his legs.  Let him sputter when I dunked his
head with the shampoo. You know. We just sort of had a good time at it.
     That extended to when I got him out and toweled him down rougher than
was necessary but had him squealing with laughter. We tied the wet towel
around his waist to give him a little bit of privacy and went back into the
bedroom when Mike was looking through drawers.
     "How about you brush out his hair?" he said. "You ever seen your mom
paint her fingernails?"
     "Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. I'm a fucking artist." That was the first
I noticed the fingernail polish and makeup and brushes on the table.
     "Haw. Yeah, right," Mike said derisively.
     I picked up a brush and started running it through the kid's hair. It
was so fine that it was nearly dry already. I brushed for a long time until
it was all nice and straight to his shoulders. It still needed to be cut
straight but it looked good. Shiny and soft.
     When I looked at his fingernails, I saw that they were clean now but
were still way long.  Grinning to myself, instead of cutting them straight,
I cut off the outside edges making them just sort of sharp on the end and
the same length. Like a girl's. The kid didn't object but just watched as I
did them. He was the one who picked up one of those little sandpaper sticks
and smoothed out the ends while I picked out some pink polish and tried to
figure out how the little brush worked.
     It was funny. I noticed that he was grinning the whole time while I
struggled over painting his fingernails. Then he suggested doing his
toenails too. Mike, big help that he was being, suggested that two coats
would be great. So when I got the toenails done, we started over with the
fingers. He acted just like a girl, the way he looked at the fingernails,
when we got finished and I closed up the bottle finally.
     Since I was still feeling artistic and had done great with the polish,
I went on and did a few quick strokes of brown on his eyebrows. Just enough
so he had some. Then tried out mascara.  That didn't go so good. I had to
wipe it off his eyelids and cheeks every time I screwed up until finally it
looked pretty good. The kid didn't object for a second when I got out the
lipstick and got it exactly along the edges of his lips. That was cake.
     "You know how to do ponytails?" Mike said. When I said no, he said
he'd do it and came over and did it in a couple of seconds like he'd been
doing it all his life. "Must have watched my sis or my mom doing this a
million times. Part down the middle. Pull it up tight and together. One of
these little dudes around it a couple of times. And there you go." He
almost did it as fast as you can write it.
     I'd stepped back a couple of steps to get out of his way. And, for the
first time, as he finished the second one, I really looked at Andy. I
almost fell down. Damn! He was pretty! I mean a really pretty girl!
     Not only that but the "girl" looked like she was about 16 or 18. I'd
taken out girls in the last year that didn't look as good or as old
either. He smiled a smile that made my knees go funny.
     ***
     Andy's mom was something when it came to clothes. If there was
anything a woman could wear, she had it. A stuffed full walk-in closet. Two
chests of drawers. Clear full of stuff.
     I thought what I picked out was perfect for Andy's first time though.
     It must have been a costume for a party or something because it was
woman sized and built for tits. All of the stuff was together too, luckily,
because I might not have been able to figure out what was missing if it
hadn't been. I could hardly wait to see what he'd look like in it.
     When I turned around with the pink bra I found in a drawer completely
full of bras, he was looking at the dress with a little grin on his
face. I'm sure my chin dropped about a mile when I saw him. I hadn't really
been watching what he and Joe were doing or how it was working. I just got
the startling full impression. I couldn't believe it. Perky ponytails. Full
lips. Great eyes with full lashes. He was more than just pretty but with an
innocent, little-girl look.
     What seemed more than passingly strange was that the kid was going
along with whatever we said or did to him and seemed happy enough about it
all. Even though it was pretty weird stuff for a guy. If you know what I
mean.
     All of us worked on putting the little pink lace bra on him that I'd
found. Since he'd done it before, he showed US how to put the breast forms
in the bra. Though they were a little big for his overall size, they looked
great and they felt even better when Joe and I did a feel like he was a
girl. The kid giggled and almost acted like they really were real, putting
his hands over them like a girl would.
     When I untied the towel, I noticed he still had a hard-on but so
what. So did I. This was pretty cool.
     I held the fluffy panties for him to step into and he giggled some
more until they were up around his waist. There was no sign of his little
hard-on in all the folds of material.
     Joe sat him down on the bed and put these cute little-girl socks on
for him and, while he was there already, put the shiny black shoes on
too. They looked like the ones I'd seen little girls wear except they had
about two inch skinny heels that came to a point.
     "I never wore mom's shoes before," he said. "They fit." I was
surprised too. I held his hand while he stood up on the heels and sort of
wobbled to get his balance.
     ***
     This whole thing was unreal for me. Getting caught in the slip was
terrible but somehow Joe and Mike made me feel like everything was
okay. Really, they made me feel like it was really neat.
     Then Joe gave me the bath and that was really really something. I'd
been taking baths by myself for a really long time without mom coming in or
anything except maybe to tell me to get out. But Joe stayed right there and
washed all over in the sort of oily water. I can't quite tell you how it
made me feel. Sort of giggly I guess. It all just felt so good while he
scrubbed me. Then he was shaving my armpits and legs and that just
tickled. He took it further by really tickling me when he was done shaving
me.
     I guess he sort of apologized but he even had me get up on my knees
and used a really soapy washcloth on his hand to wash my butt and between
my legs. It felt really really good. In fact, it felt as good as when I
played with myself sometimes at night.
     It was like that while he washed my hair and dried me off too. It was
like having a dad again or maybe more like a big brother you really
love. You know?
     We just went on from there when he brushed my hair and put the stuff
on my face. Mike got into it just the same way when he tied up my hair and
started dressing me.
     The bra was sort of familiar. I'd never worn it when anyone was
around, of course, but I'd worn it. When they started feeling me up, it
made me giggle again like they were really tickling me. It was just a lot
of fun.
     The panties were different than I'd ever worn. Same with the socks. I
mean, they were just socks but they were little and frilly and thin. They
felt funny on my feet. The same with the shoes.  Standing up on them was
really really funny. I thought I was going to fall over on my face at first
and might have if the guys hadn't been there to hold me up.
     The next thing was what Mike said was called a petticoat. It was
REALLY funny feeling.  First I stepped into it with Joe holding on to my
arm. Then we sort of had to figure out how it fastened. The back (at first
we thought it was the front) sort of laced up and tied. But the funny
feeling was the way the crinkly material tickled and stuck my legs and the
way it stuck out about a foot all around.
     I was still looking at it when Mike had me put my arms up and put the
pink dress over my head. If mommy ever wore it, I never saw it. I've never
seen anything like it at all. Even on little girls I've seen.
     It was pink and covered with little satin bows. But I didn't think it
was really like a little girl's when I looked in the mirror because it
showed all of my chest in the top and it was as short as the petticoat
under it. My legs were actually cold but I wasn't going to say
anything. What the whole thing made me do though was get the giggles really
bad and, for some reason, the guys thought that was great.
     I guess I really don't know what I thought was going to happen. I
mean, I was just having a whole lot of fun with the way they helped me to
dress up all the way like I was. They showed me in the mirror and I thought
it was super super. I mean, I'd played around with underpants and bras and
even one of mom's nightgowns once. But it was just nothing at all like
this.
     They were smiles all over while we looked at me in the mirror and they
pointed out everything from how pretty my legs looked to my face to the
pretty dress and even the way it showed the fluffy panties under it. Then
they each took one of my hands and led me into the living room. We all sat
down on the couch that way and one of them turned on the TV.
     The way they sat me down, I was sitting with my legs out straight in
front of me like a little girl. And the way they sat, turned toward me with
one arm on the back of the couch, they almost had to put their other hands
on my legs.
     I didn't know what was on TV because their hands softly rubbing my
legs was really driving me crazy. I never felt anything like that and, with
everything else, I was sort of tickly inside already. That really made me
feel funny inside though.
     We talked about all the getting ready and I told them what everything
felt like while they were doing it. And about how it felt to wear the
clothes and how much I liked this whole thing.
     "Tell you what," Mike said. "We're going to be together for three
whole months. If you want to, you can dress like this any time you
want. Okay?"
     "Oh, Mike! Yes!!!" I said and threw my arms around his neck. I was
just so excited.
     "Hey. If you want, you can dress up like a girl the whole time," Joe
said from behind me and I twisted around and kissed him. Right on the lips.
     It was excitement. You know it had to be. Right? I was just so excited
that I did it just like I would my mom if she gave me a cool Christmas
present. And, well, the guys were a lot like big brothers or maybe like a
dad. I just did it. Then, all of a sudden, Joe sort of held me away a
little and looked at me sort of funny.
     "Wow!" he said sort of soft.
     "Yeah, wow," Mike said too. "You're quite a little chick." The guys
laughed a little as I sat back to myself between them. The words rang in my
head though. "Quite a little chick."  "Chick."
     The first thing I thought was, I'm not a chick! I'm a boy! But the
next thing I thought was that they'd helped me dress up so good, they
didn't even remember that I was a boy. And what I wanted to be right now
was the best little chick I could possibly be.
     ***
     I thought I'd said something wrong when she went pale and quiet that
way. To show you how strange the whole situation was, even for Joe and I,
in the time between saying the kid could stay in dresses and the kisses,
I'd sort of misplaced the fact that he was a boy. I'd offended him by
calling him a chick and he was probably about to close down the whole thing
just when I was really getting to enjoy the idea. Obviously Joe was too and
was frowning at me as we both watched the kid.
     Then, all of a sudden, the kid perked up again and slowly looked up at
me with a growing smile that ended up in one of those that just make your
knees go soft. When he smiled, he was an absolutely gorgeous girl. This
time it wasn't a slip of the tongue or mind. Whatever. I mean it.  This kid
was a gorgeous GIRL.
     I think that smile was when the whole thing got out of hand.
     I mean think about it. We're two guys who need something to do for the
summer. We get offered a simple babysitting job. Well, babysitting and
housesitting, but that was really just giving us a place to stay that we
didn't have to pay for. Not just a job but a GOOD job. Better money than we
could have made any other place I could think of.
     And what do we do? First thing, we find out the kid likes to wear him
mommy's dresses and, instead of knocking his head off, we play
along. Hell. It seemed like more fun and the kid didn't need a spanking. He
just needed a little understanding and it just wasn't a big deal to Joe and
me.
     Then there's this! A little tiny bit of work and there's a cute girl
sitting between us. Okay.  So call me scheming or something. But what I was
thinking was that a cute girl who really didn't want it to get around the
neighborhood was going to be a hell of a lot easier to take care of for the
summer than a kid putting baseball's through the neighbors'
windows. Besides, Joe and I had already talked about being locked up in
this place like we were in a monastery or something. We were thinking but
we hadn't even figured out where to pick up a girl in this little suburb. I
mean, this was definitely the backwoods.
     I'm sure neither one of us was thinking of making the kid our
"girlfriend" for Christ sake.  It was just more fun to spend time with a
chick than with a little boy.
     So now that she was happy again and apparently forgiving me for
calling her a chick, things were cool. We talked and laughed and she
bounced a little between us. After a while, my hand was on her warm little
thigh and she just looked at it once and then ignored it. Pretty soon, Joe
was doing the same thing. Now she was enjoying it and talking up a storm
just like we were.
     I'm not sure what Joe said. Something about how much fun we were going
to have with the summer or something and she turned around and kissed him
full out on the lips. All I felt was jealous. Then I said, "Hey, what about
me?" and she turned around right away and was kissing me the same way. A
sort of chaste, little girl closed mouth kiss.
     Anyway, we finally decided we were hungry and ordered a pizza. We all
chowed down when it came, cleaned up together, and watched a movie. Joe and
I sat on either side of her and cuddled with her while we watched the
movie. It was nice.
     Then we were all tired and went to the bedroom. Joe and I got her
dressed in a nightgown that looked pretty cool on her and we all went to
bed in his mom's big bed, me and him on either side of her in the bed.
     It had been a big day. We all fell asleep fast and hard and didn't
move till morning.

Day 2
     I'd really liked that first day but I woke up thinking back on it with
regret that it wouldn't happen again. Well, I thought, maybe sometime I
could talk them into it.
     Mike was still asleep behind me, sort of curled up against my back in
a nice way, but Joe was up. I was still just thinking about getting up and
what we might do today when Joe came into the room in a pair of jeans and
no shirt. Jeez, I didn't know guys could get that much hair on their
chest. He noticed right away that my eyes were open and smiled at me.
     "Time to get up, sweetheart. Lots to do today." He held out his hand
to me and helped me up. I heard Mike waking up too while I struggled to get
up with the silky nightgown sort of wrapped around me. He led me into the
bathroom and I started pulling up the nightgown while I stood there in
front of the toilet.
     "What are you doing?" he asked and I didn't know what he meant. "You
have to sit down, honey. Don't you know that?" I didn't quite understand
but I sat down to go anyway. I didn't like having someone watch me like
that because I'm still short enough that I can barely reach the floor with
my toes when I take a poop. But he just grinned while he watched me.
     "Done?" I nodded. "Okay, hope in the bath. I got it all ready for
you. Want me to help or are you okay by yourself?"
     "I can do it," I said as I struggled with the nightgown and felt him
help out when it was up almost over my head.
     "Okay. I picked out clothes for you. They're on the chair in the
bedroom." He smiled.  "Yell when your ready cause you'll need some help."
     The hot bath made the smells of the oil and bubble bath almost take me
over. But it still felt really good and, after a second, I didn't notice
the smell so much. I washed, missing the guys' attention when they did it
the night before but knowing that sort of thing was over.
     Mike came in with his hair all messed up and wearing just his
underpants. I couldn't help but watch while he peed, looking at his really
really big thing. He asked if I needed help too and then went out in the
bedroom. I could hear him talking to Joe but not what they were saying.
     When I dried off and went out to the bedroom with the towel around me,
Mike got up off the edge of the bed. He was just wearing jeans like Joe had
been but had combed his hair. I noticed that he didn't have very much hair
on his chest, just down the middle, but the muscles in his chest and
stomach were really neat. I hoped that someday my chest would look like
that.
     "Sit down and we'll do a little makeup," he said and I felt the
excitement in me like a really good surprise present or something. I know I
was smiling and looking silly but I couldn't help it. I hadn't even thought
it was possible they'd want to do that again. Mike frowned from about two
inches away from my face while he worked on my eyes and lipstick. Then he
grunted and stopped. It took him about two seconds to do the ponytails
again. I couldn't help but smile when I looked in the mirror and saw what I
looked like again. Better than last night even. It made me look older. He
even put some of mom's perfume on me.
     After the makeup, I wasn't surprised by the bra and appreciated the
help putting it on. I was pretty surprised though that it was really lacy
and smaller than the breast forms.
     When he held up the panties, I was even more surprised because they
were really little and all lace. I dropped the towel and stepped into them,
balancing with a hand on his head while he pulled them up. I looked down to
see how they felt and could plainly see my hard thing sort of holding them
out a little.
     "Shit!" he said. "This isn't going to work." He thought for a minute
and then shrugged.  "You ever beat off?" he asked.
     "What's that?"
     "You know. Play with yourself. Down there." He pointed at my thing. I
shrugged, embarrassed. "Well, I think that's what you need to do. Or else
it's going to show and we don't want that."
     Under the circumstances, I felt really funny when he pulled the
panties back down to my knees and said, "Okay. Go ahead and do it." I was
really embarrassed then. There's no way I could do that with him watching
me like that. "Well, just relax then. I'll do it for you."
     He looked toward the door as if he didn't want Joe to catch us. It
scare me when he reached out and took it between a couple fingers and his
thumb about like I did when I played with it. I just watched while he moved
a little up and down it like he was pumping it. I'd never done that and
nobody else had ever touched me there at all.
     "Do you come yet?" he asked while he did that.
     "What's that?"
     "Stuff come out when you do this?"
     "Oh. No."
     "Don't worry. It will. Just wanted to know if I should get a Kleenex."
He did it some more and I felt the good feeling fill me up like when I did
it myself in bed. I was embarrassed again. "That's it. Good." I felt
terrible when I looked down and saw that it was almost gone now.  He pulled
the panties back up and everything looked great there. He smiled.
     Quickly then he helped me into a different kind of dress that was just
one layer of soft material with flowers on it. It had a full top and zipped
up the back but was sleeveless and had a short, loose skirt. I was glad he
was there when he sat me back down and helped me put on a pair of white
shoes that was mostly little straps and tiny buckles I couldn't have done
by myself. They didn't have a pointy heel like the ones the night before
but still had a higher heel than boy's shoes and were a little hard to get
used to walking in.
     He also put one of my mom's little tiny watches on my wrist and a
bracelet on the other arm before adding a couple of little rings to my
fingers.
     Joe clapped when I came in the kitchen and turned around so he could
see me all over.
     "You look beautiful! Good job, Mike!" He kissed me on the
forehead. "Mmmm. You even smell beautiful. Nice touch."
     We sat down and ate breakfast. Eggs and bacon. It was really funny to
see lipstick on my milk glass.
     The guys left me sitting there but in a couple of minutes they came
back all dressed and Joe held out his hand to me.
     "Big day. We should just make your appointment."
     ***
     I'd called the beauty shop in the mall for an appointment, telling
them it was a gift for my little sister who'd never had it done
professionally. I gave them as specific instructions as I could think of
and accepted all their suggestions except the leg wax that I didn't think
she needed after all our work the night before.
     We piled into the Lexus and I could feel how afraid she was sitting
there beside me in the front like some sort of perfume in the air.
     She was even more afraid when Mike and I took her hands and led her
into the mall and then into the beauty shop. Immediately, a woman in her
late 20's took her back to a chair where three more clustered around her
and started doing things to her hair and face and fingernails. I noticed
that Mike was looking for wedding rings just like I was but, unfortunately,
all of them were married. Just because they were older than us didn't mean
we couldn't try. Or at least wish.
     Anyway, we went to the food court and had nachos and Cokes, played a
couple arcade games, and generally blew a couple hours before we went back
and watched as they finished what they were doing to her. We both noticed
that they were teaching her about all the makeup and how to choose colors
and all that garbage that we really didn't know anything about.
     When she got up and came toward us, I know my knees went weak. We'd
made her look like an okay girl. Young but okay. The beauty shop had made
her beautiful. I really mean beautiful. She didn't even look all that
young.
     Her hair was all waves and fluff, her lipstick was darker and made her
lips look full and luscious, her eyes looked about ten times bigger and
hot. Her fingers and toes glistened with longer and darker painted
nails. Even her body looked great even if I didn't think they'd done
anything with that.
     I paid gladly even though it was more expensive than I'd planned on.
     When we passed a jewelry store, I saw a little girl sitting there
having her ears pierced and I smiled to myself. I took her arm and led her
in to the store and asked the woman there about it and, though the kid's
eyes got even bigger as she looked up at me, in about two minutes, she had
tiny little gold balls in her ears and half a dozen pairs of earrings.
     Mike took her hand to lead her out of the mall and I got a chance to
watch all the guys watching her go by. She turned heads like a magnet.
     On the way back home, I noticed that she crossed her legs like a lady,
played with her hair, touched the little studs in her ears, and, most of
all, smiled.
     She still blew me away when we got back in the house and jumped into
my arms.
     "Oh Joe! Thank you thank you thank you!" Then she planted a kiss on my
mouth, her arms around my neck, and took my breath away. This wasn't a
sweet, little girl peck like the night before. This, to my limited
experience, was a full fledged, soft lipped, woman's kiss.
     Her perfumed smell, the tangle of perfectly done hair, and the extreme
closeup of her perfect skin and closed eyes felt like falling into a hot
swimming pool. I don't know why but I realized my tongue was behind her
teeth. I didn't even think somewhere deep that I was kissing a boy.
     ***
     I can't tell you how hot it was watching that kiss. I have to say that
up until the mall trip, I'd been thinking of the kid as a boy we were
making more enjoyable to stay with. A little perverted, I suppose, but it
was really just practicality. It was doing the job with the maximum of
enjoyment or, at least, the minimum of problems. I was sure just telling
somebody about catching him in his mom's clothes would be enough to control
him in any situation. The dressing up the night before had just been
insurance.
     Now things had changed. First, I didn't expect the kid to enjoy
it. Either being bathed and shaved and made up or dressed. I know I would
have freaked if somebody had done that to me even when I was 12. He'd
blushed at a couple of things but he'd never really objected to a thing.
That made it easier in a way but, at the same time, changed the
responsibility for it to us.
     But then I saw her come out of that beauty shop. All smiles and just
breathtaking good looks. I don't think she enjoyed the ear piercing but
that was because of the pain and wasn't any kind of objection to having it
done and the sort of permanence of it. Sure, we could take the studs out
right now and they would heal over in the next couple days. The jewelry
store lady even said that. And, of course, guys wore earrings now. Usually
in just one ear but sometimes both. It wasn't like he was going to be
instantly recognized as a guy who liked to dress up like a girl because of
those little holes or even some sort of earring.
     When we got to the car, and maybe even walking to it between us, it
seemed like the feminine part of "him" took over. She walked with a little
roll to her hips. She smiled brightly the whole time. On Cloud 9. She
crossed here legs like a girl.
     Then this. The kiss.
     I haven't lived in some kind of vacuum. Maybe I haven't had a
continuous string of girlfriends. And I've only fucked one girl, one
time. But I've kissed my share over the last three or four years and
watched a lot of people kiss on tv, movies, and real life. That was as hot
a kiss as I'd ever seen that wasn't part of a bedroom scene.
     The fact that I had the best perspective to "watch" it not to
experience it of course let me see just how feminine and hot the kiss was.
     The way she tilted her head just right and bent her neck up for
it. Her arms around Joe's neck were small, smooth, and clutching. Her body
was pressed tight against his all the way to their knees. And, as a bonus
just for me, the short skirt pulled up high enough to show off the lacy
panties under it and the tight little butt under them.
     I was instantly hard as a rock and breathing through my mouth to get
enough oxygen.
     If either Joe or she noticed that this was a little out of the normal
for either of them, I couldn't see it. Joe was really into it and her
squirming around against him told me she was, too.
     It was a long kiss but when it finally broke off, her eyes glistened
as brightly as her lipstick and saliva covered lips. Her smile was the
crown to the whole thing.
     I started to say something and found that my mouth was too dry to spit
it out. I cleared my throat, wet my tongue, swallowed, and tried
again. "Don't I deserve anything?" I choked out.
     Joe frowned at me and she giggled and turned toward me. His hands, I
noticed, offered a little resistence to letting her go.
     Then she was plastered up against me and her hands were against the
back of my neck and the odd shapes of soft breasts were pressed against my
chest and the warmth of her stomach was against me lower. Jerkily, I took a
deep breath and my head was filled with the feminine smells of perfume,
hairspray, and makeup. My knees felt shaky as I leaned over far enough to
meet her slightly parted lips.
     "Thank you too, Mike," she whispered and closed her eyes. She didn't
just accept my kiss.  She melted into it. Sucked it from me. If the kiss
I'd watched was one of the hottest I'd seen, this was definitely the
hottest kiss I'd ever participated in. I didn't know if I was giving or
receiving.  Maybe a wonderful mixture of both.
     I don't know whether I couldn't resist tasting her mouth with my
tongue or whether she drew it from me somehow but in seconds it was playing
with her tongue, exploring the back of her teeth, and tasting her palate
almost at the entrance of her throat. Her soft moan vibrated through me.
     I'll never know how long the kiss lasted or be able to guess how long
it would have continued. Joe cleared his throat, sounding a lot like I had
when my mouth dried up before, and said, "So what now, guys?"
     We broke the kiss and I looked down into those shining eyes, smiling
wet lips, and beautiful face and drew a halting breath. Whew! was my
thought.
     "I never kissed anybody like that," she said. What I should have
thought was, of course you haven't. But what I thought was the more
cynical, nobody kisses like that without practice.  "That part with tongues
really feels neat."
     I kept my hand in the middle of her back while we went to the kitchen
and sat down in the little breakfast nook. We got Cokes and sipped at
them. I don't know what the others were thinking about but I was thinking
about her and kissing her and trying hard not to think about how bad I
wanted to do it again.
     "We could watch TV?" she said.
     "Naw nothing's on before night," Joe said, vetoing it.
     "Video?" I offered.
     "I've seen all of them," she said.
     "Want to go out somewhere?" I suggested.
     "Yeah. That'd be cool," Joe agreed. I looked and she was smiles all
over. Good suggestion, I guess.
     "You know what?" she asked. "I always wanted to go to this country
club that my mom belongs to."
     "Golf?" Joe said.
     "I guess. But she just went there at night for dinner. All dressed up
and all that." She blushed through her smile. She was really getting off on
this dressing up stuff.
     We talked about whether they'd let us in and she produced her mother's
membership card with the restrictions on the back. As a family member, she
qualified.
     "I just thought of something," Joe said, turning to her. "What's your
name?"
     "A- oh, I see what you mean," she said.
     "Amy," I said. It just came to me. It was perfect. If you wrote down
Amy and Andy you could even confuse them.
     "Amy. Yeah. Cool," she said.
     We decided we should go out to this place and Amy went nuts about
everything she needed to do to get ready. Then she went tearing out of the
kitchen and up the stairs to do it.
     When I looked back at Joe after watching her leave, I saw his smile
spread.
     "Is that hot or what?" I said.
     "The new name?"
     "Her."
     We drank some Coke. Again, I don't know what he was thinking but I was
thinking about how beautiful she was and about the kisses and about the way
her butt moved when she went running out of the room.
     "She is, isn't she," he said. The quiet of the place sort of settled
over us.
     "So what do you think? Suits and ties?"
     "Yeah that's my bet. Guess we better get on it. I need a shower too."
     ***
     I've never felt so much attention and so much praise as with all the
women in the beauty shop. Since I didn't think I had much choice, I just
sat there and let them do whatever they were going to do. Of course I could
see they were truly turning me into a girl and some of the things seemed
pretty permanent but I didn't really think about the future or how hard it
would be to undo things. The pierced ears were just one more thing like
that.
     There was so much stuff to remember. One lady showed me how to brush
my hair in the new style. One showed me about the makeup stuff. The jewelry
lady told me about taking care of my ears. Some of the stuff I'd had to ask
a second time but everybody was really nice and helpful.
     All that stuff and the way the guys were treating me made me really
happy. When I kissed Joe, it was just my excitement and being grateful. I'd
never kissed anybody like I did him but I'd never ever felt like I did
then. It just happened. Maybe I'd kissed my mom or my real dad like that. I
don't know. But nobody had ever kissed me the way Joe did.
     It was funny because anytime I kissed somebody before I really didn't
feel anything different. But particularly when he put his tongue in my
mouth, I felt that kiss. And it wasn't just my lips or my mouth. It was all
over in my head and up and down my back and even in my legs.
     Then, when Mike said something I just wondered if it was just a single
special thing or if it was just Joe or what. But as soon as his tongue went
in my mouth, I knew that it was the real way to kiss. And I loved it a lot.
     I wouldn't have stopped kissing them, I liked it so much. But Joe
didn't just suggest the Cokes. So we stopped. Then they gave me the idea of
something to do and I always wanted to go to mom's country club just
because it always made her so happy.
     I'd seen her get dressed up to go there and that was part of the
reason that's why I wanted to. Since the guys had decided it was okay for
me to dress, I wanted to really do it once like I'd seen mom do.
     I took a fast shower with the funny plastic bag mom puts over her hair
when she showers and just washed my body a little. Then I went and tried to
do the little added things the lady showed me for nighttime makeup.
     The part I was really looking forward to was wearing some of the
underthings mom had.  After I put on the black lace bra and got the forms
back in it, I had another hardon so I did like Mike did for me that
morning. Remembering him doing it was part of what made me finish it so
fast. Then it was easy to even push it back between my legs under the
panties.
     I thought about a sexy long black slip but when I tried it on I
thought it covered up too much so I put it away and found a little one with
a lace part around the middle and lace at the top and bottom edge.
     I'd never had the guts to try on the filmy pantyhose things or
whatever they're called when they're by themselves, but now I could. I
picked black ones and then had to work a little to get them just right and
tight enough all the way to the elastic tops up on the top of my legs. The
way my feet and legs felt in them was really weird. Good.
     I picked a pair of shiny black shoes that I liked on mom a lot. They
were really only the toe part of a woman's shoe, the heel, and a strap to
tie it on with a little gold buckle. What I'd never noticed when she wore
them was that they were high heeled so when you sat your foot was almost
straight and when you stood up it was almost as bad. I had to walk around
the bedroom for a while to get used to them and not always catch the heels
in the rug. You had to walk sort of between tiptoes and regular and it was
hard.
     Then I got out mom's dress that I'd sort of put all the rest on just
so I could wear it. I liked it best of anything she had. It was all like
cotton candy though I never saw black cotton candy. The top part was almost
like a shirt but almost clear. The skirt part had some sort of underpart
that was thicker but covered on the outside with the fluffy stuff. No
sleeves and just long enough to cover up the top of the socks.
     I brushed my hair like the lady had showed me and replaced the little
pins in my ear with some of mom's that went all the way down and tickled my
neck. Then I found some perfume, a little necklace, a couple of bracelets,
and some rings for several fingers. I knew about rings on your left hand
third finger so I didn't put one there but a couple on other fingers.
     Looking in the mirror, I thought I looked like one of those girls in
the magazines or maybe even TV. I could see I looked a lot better when I
smiled and decided to remember that.
     When I went downstairs, Mike and Joe were sitting in the living room
talking. When Mike saw me over Joe's shoulder, he stood up and I saw that
he was wearing a dark blue suit with a nice shirt and tie. His mouth was
open and I thought I'd done something really wrong. Then Joe turned around,
saw me, and stood up too. His suit was black, I think, and his mouth
dropped open, too.
     "What?" I said, looking at myself. "What's wrong?"
     "God! Nothing!" Mike said.
     "Nothing I can see," Joe added and smiled. "You're beautiful!"
     That made me smile.
     "Think we should have rented tuxes?" Mike said. Joe laughed but was
still looking me up and down.
     "Is it okay?" I said and turned all the way around while they watched.
     "That's a hot dress! Wow!" I smiled more.
     "We're liable to have a problem here, Mike." Joe grinned and I
wondered. "We're going to have to fight off a dozen guys tonight."
     "Looks like it," Mike said.
     We went out to the car and they told me how I should sit down and turn
to get my legs in.  It seemed logical.
     ***
     At the mall, she'd been breathtaking. What can you say when what you
see is far beyond that? That's what I saw when she came down in that black
dress.
     That was quite a night. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought
she'd been doing this forever. She was totally comfortable with the
attention from the maitre d' and the waiters.  Even the other people eating
seemed to all look at her and enjoy the way she laughed and liked
everything.
     After a great dinner and even a couple of drinks and wine, we went
into another room and danced. At first she didn't know how but she caught
on fast and was great to dance the mostly slow dances with. Unfortunately,
I already had to share with Joe and if we weren't fast, somebody else would
ask her to dance before we could.
     The bottom line was that Joe and I drank a lot of beers after dinner
and she was high before dinner got over. A couple more drinks during the
rare breaks she took kept the buzz going.
     I guess I could claim that we were drunk. All of us. But it wouldn't
work very well. All three of us have the same complete memories of
everything we did that night.
     I'm not sure what time it was when we decided to leave. Not late. Amy
had danced with each of us a dozen times, each time a new and better
experience. She was really getting to know how to dance well. She also
danced with a dozen other guys but only once or twice each and she wasn't
nearly as totally sensual with them as she was in the slow dances with Joe
and I.
     It surprised me when she wanted to sit in the back seat and wanted me
to sit back there with her on the way home. Joe didn't think it was
particularly funny when she attacked me. I say 'attacked' because there
just isn't any other word for it. I'd hardly gotten sat down when she was
all over me. Of course, you don't hear any complaint.
     Her hands were on my neck drawing me into an extended kiss
immediately. And it wasn't like that first one in the hallway. It was
demanding and feminine and needy. Steamy hot.
     When I didn't respond to her quickly enough, her tongue darted into my
mouth and was all over. And like a hot coal, that little darting tongue
seemed to set little fires all through me.
     Instead of one long kiss, like the one in the hallway, this was a lot
of shorter kisses. But before we reached home, I was afraid I was going to
come in my pants from being so turned on. I actually thought about carrying
her to the house but she was out of the car and leading me inside so fast,
I didn't have the opportunity.
     I expected her to repeat the entryway kisses we'd all enjoyed so much
earlier. But she surprised Joe and I by leaving us standing there in the
hallway with our mouths open and charging upstairs. We looked at each
other, wondering what was going on, and decided on another beer.
     We were sitting in the living room watching the tail end of a
basketball game on ESPN when she walked into the living room. We both
forgot about the ballgame and stared.
     She was wearing the filmiest black negligee I'd ever seen over a
short, lacy black nightgown you could see the bra, panties, and garter belt
through. Black stockings. And high heeled slippers with funky little black
feathers on the toes. She'd redone the lipstick and brushed out her hair as
well as taking off all the jewelry.
     I've never personally seen a girl look that sexy and, I have to admit
thinking back, that it didn't even cross my mind that she wasn't a girl at
all.
     ***
     I didn't know how they'd react to me dressed like this. I was just
thinking about how much I wanted to wear this outfit and how I hadn't
wanted to take off the bra and panties. The stockings were just a sort of
"oh well". I didn't know whether they made the outfit better or worse but I
liked the feel of them on my legs a lot.
     I hadn't really noticed how the drinks during the night had affected
me until I got out of the car. First I noticed how bad I had to pee. Really
bad. And second I noticed that my head felt funny. Dizzy. And I had a hard
time walking right. Particularly in the high heels I'd worn to dinner.
     I did notice when I sat down on the couch between them that they were
staring at me with eyes that looked like they'd pop out of their heads,
their mouths open. Then Mike brought something else to my attention. He
groaned and reached into the top of his pants, messed around in there for a
second, and then settled back again. Joe chuckled but then did the same
thing. I guess my confusion showed.
     "When a guy gets a hard on pointed the wrong way, it hurts," Mike
explained. I still didn't understand and I guess it showed.
     "It gets that big?" I asked. I had gotten a hard on before but it
wasn't big enough to make a bump in my pants that the ones I saw now in
their pants. I'd been able to reach in my pocket when I felt one at school
once to change where it was a little. It hadn't been painful.
     "Oh yeah," Joe said and laughed.
     "Really?"
     "Really," Mike said. "Want me to prove it?"
     I'm pretty sure I didn't say anything or nod or anything like
that. But Mike undid his zipper, put his hand in his underwear, and
squirmed around for a minute. Then he pulled out his penis with his hand
around it. I couldn't believe it.
     My first thought was that it wasn't possible. It looked about as much
like mine as my arm looked like my finger. I could only stare. The top part
was sort of red and about the size of a plum with a shape sort of like a
heart. The skin below it, closer to his hand, looked sort of stretched and
like skin with kind of funny wrinkles in it. He moved his hand up and some
of the skin wrinkled just below the top part but not much.
     Without thinking, I moved my hand to touch it and he moved his. It
still stuck up by itself in a curve above his belt buckle. It felt mostly
like skin (except the top part that felt more like your tongue). When I put
my thumb on one side and fingers on the other, I could feel how hot it
felt. I moved the skin and it sort of slid over the length a little but not
up onto the top part like mine did. I didn't know it meant he was
circumcised at the time but now I know that I'm not.  That's partly why it
looked so different than mine.
     I put my hand all the way around it and my finger and thumb didn't
hardly overlap. When I moved my hand up and down a couple of times, a big
drop of something appeared on the very tip.
     "What's that?"
     "Pre-come," Mike said. "You keep doing that though and you're going to
see a lot more than pre-come." I wanted to see that so I started to rub my
hand up and down on him sort of like I did myself. He stiffened up all over
and the drop of stuff rolled off the top and onto my thumb.  "Oh shit!" he
gasped. It moved in my hand and that felt really funny. It was almost like
it was a finger or something and mine sure never did that.
     I just kept moving my hand like that because he seemed to like it a
lot. Then he groaned again and a big bunch of stuff shot out of the end,
clear up onto his shoulder. I stopped but he told me not to and grabbed my
hand. I kept doing it to him until my hand was covered with the white stuff
and he dropped his hand to the couch.
     ***
     I twisted around and looked over her shoulder while she beat off
Mike. It was about the hottest thing I ever saw in real life. Of course,
I've seen some xxx movies and fucking is hotter.  But I'd never seen that
in real life.
     Mike shot off like a geyser and then filled her hand with the rest
when she moved for a second and went back to finish him. I have to say that
I almost came in my pants when she took a look at her hand and licked a big
bunch of come off it.
     Mike was out of it and didn't see but I watched as she obviously
tasted it in her mouth and then licked again. I know my mouth was open with
surprise as she cleaned off her hand completely.
     If I hadn't been so turned on I couldn't stand it already, that
provided the inspiration.
     Both Mike and I had shed the coats and ties before we sat down and
kicked off our shoes before she came back. I didn't need any help deciding
what to do.
     I stood up, undid my pants, and dropped them, taking them all the way
off with the underpants before I sat back down. She watched me do it all. I
stroked a couple of times, moving the uncircumcised sheath down my
cock. God, I was glad my parents hadn't had me cut.  Particularly right
then as she looked fascinated and took over for me right away.
     I didn't have to "get" hard. I was already a rock from watching her
with Mike. She seemed fascinated with it just as I'd hoped.
     Ok. So I'm not huge. No world records. Maybe I'm a little more than 7
inches and I've seen guys with really fat cocks that I don't have. I look
long and slim but with a more sensitive head than what other guys have told
me. Unless I'm close to coming or totally soft, I can't touch it without it
hurting. Fucking, the entire once I have, was a fantastic experience but
too fast for me or, for that matter, for her. I thought it would have been
a lot better the second time but she wouldn't go for that so I didn't
know. She'd been afraid the first time.
     "Did you like the taste?" I asked her as she stroked me. It was half
to distract myself so I didn't come in the first ten seconds but I also
wanted to know. She shrugged. I think she was embarrassed that she'd done
it. Or maybe just consumed by watching what she was doing to me.
     Oh. I didn't say before. I might not have the biggest cock in the
world but I have big balls.  I mean, guys don't exactly compare but you
still see other guys sometimes one way or another and, if you watch many
porn films, you see what the "big" guys have. Even compared to the porn
stars, I'm big in that department. Not only that but when I come, I come a
quart. Well, not really.  But a lot. It's one of the reasons I usually beat
off in the shower or over the john. So I don't have to use a bunch of
toilet paper to clean up. I plugged up the toilet once with toilet paper.
     "I've heard that pre-come tastes better than come," I said as I
watched the big drop form on the tip of my cock. I was hoping that she'd
kiss it or even lick it off if I was really lucky.
     She leaned over and put her pretty little lips around the whole head,
licked inside her mouth a few times, and then sucked. I wasn't likely to
last very long at that rate. I groaned, I know. When I made the suggestion,
this was beyond my wildest off-the-cuff dreams. But when she skinned me all
the way back with her hand and dove all the way down to her hand on it, I
gasped. If that wasn't bad enough, she was licking around it and still
sucking.
     There was no fucking way possible that I could believe that she'd let
go of my cock completely, take my balls in that hand to play with, and dive
the full length down onto it. When she started instinctively moving up and
down it, it took about four times. Luckily for her, I thought, I came when
she was up at the top. I heard her moan as I probably filled her mouth with
come.
     At that point, of course, I don't really know what was going on. I had
my eyes clenched shut and explosions were going off in my head. If this was
what a blow job was like, I knew why almost every guy in the world would do
anything to get one. And when I could open my eyes, she was still sucking
me dry.
     ***
     Having her playing with my cock was unbelievable. It had about as much
relationship to beating off as nothing. There's something great about
somebody else's hand touching you and both being a little drunk and hot for
this babe for hours did a number on me. I thought it was about the greatest
thing that ever happened to me. At least until I opened my eyes and watched
her lick the last of my come off her hand. I almost came again just from
seeing that and knowing that all the rest had disappeared the same way. She
looked like a fucking cat cleaning off her paws.
     Then he leaned over and started blowing Joe and I was really afraid I
was going to explode again.
     And there she was with her cute little butt up against my leg and
twisted around so she could go at him full force. From the look on Joe's
face, the blow job had to be world class.
     A girl I went out with once absolutely, positively didn't want to
fuck. No matter what.  But she let me do all sorts of things to her pussy
including sucking her clit and getting my face wet on her pussy. Then she
decided it was only fair to give me a blow job as a reward.
     Sure it was great. I mean just the idea of a girl with her lips on
your cock will drive most any guy over the edge. Mostly what she'd really
done though was put her lips around the head and lick a couple of times
(with immediate gagging sounds) while I beat off. She was super pissed when
I came and she wasn't fast enough to keep from getting a taste. A taste was
all that she got and I thought she was going to puke in the car. Then she
was pissed off even though I was the one with come all over my shirt and
hand. That was the last time we went out by mutual agreement.
     In comparison, Amy was a star.
     I couldn't see it all but I could see more than enough to know that
she wasn't anything at all like the girl who'd given me my only blow job. I
could see her head moving around and hear her moaning and groaning with her
pleasure at doing it. I could see Joe's reaction to what she was doing,
mostly his face looking like he'd died and gone to heaven. I could hear her
sucking. Really sucking. And slurping noises and the movement of here head
told me it was wet. But mostly I could see that she was really going down
as far as she could. Nothing like the girl who'd done me that one time with
her lips barely touching the tip.
     It was about the hottest thing I've ever seen.
     I don't think I even thought about what I was doing myself.
     First my hand went back to my own cock and I thought about beating off
again. But really, it was a little sensitive. So instead I started rubbing
her legs and feeling that fantastic feeling of nylon stockings over hot
skin. She was reacting enough to that, I knew she liked me doing it. She
just loved it more when I rubbed the skin above the stockings and more
still when I rubbed her panty covered bottom.
     Then Joe was going nuts and I knew he'd blown his wad. What surprised
me was that except for seeming really excited somehow (body language), she
didn't react. He was still deep in her mouth and she was just taking it all
in. I looked around her little face and could see some come squirting out
around her lips but the vast majority of it was going in her mouth and she
was swallowing it.
     That's when I slid my hand into the top of her panties and started
really working out on her cute, hot little butt. Maybe I wasn't thinking
when I pulled them down to her knees. She didn't resist what I was doing,
just like she didn't help me. Maybe she didn't even realize it. I don't
know. But it didn't take long before I had her ankle in my hand and pulled
them off.
     She sort of made a moaning sound when I rolled her onto her back and
she lost Joe's cock from her mouth. I saw her eyes looking sort of dazed
and excited. Not focused but in my general direction.
     I lifted her thighs high and wide apart and dove for the spot in
between.
     Really, I guess I was thinking pussy and clit and all those other
wonderful wet female parts. I saw a little hard on and balls so small and
tight against her body that maybe I slowed down for a tenth of a second. A
breath maybe. A couple of heartbeats. Then I just didn't give a fuck. I was
so hot all I wanted was to give her the same kind of pleasure she'd given
me.
     I dove down onto it like it was the biggest, sweetest pussy I'd ever
seen and in about a second my mouth covered her entire pubic area.
     Yes, I felt the little hard on in my mouth and the little balls
too. Yes, I recognized what they were. I just didn't give a fuck. She
squealed with pleasure and threw back her head on Joe's lap. (He was still
out of it.) I sucked and licked everything I could reach with my tongue
while she made little noises and squirmed all over.
     The muscles in her legs flexed to straighten out but I held them tight
and all it did was lift her center harder into my mouth. And her hands hit
me pretty hard against the back of my head, holding me even tighter to her.
     Her body pumped up into my mouth and tried to drop away in a fucking
motion and each movement brought another, different squeal from her. She
might have lasted for as long as 30 seconds. Then she stiffened and I knew
she was coming. And I could taste her in my mouth.
     My personal illusion wasn't broken by the feel of a cock in my
mouth. Actually, it was between my tongue and the top of my mouth but
that's all. I never really thought about balls instead of pussy. I just
licked them. And when she came I tasted something but it wasn't any sort of
cascade of come or anything near it. Some but not very much.
     That didn't stop me though. I just kept going and I don't know how
long later, maybe five minutes, she did it again.
     ***
     Yes, yes, of course I knew what Mike was doing and that our little Amy
wasn't really a girl. But I swear to God, she didn't look like a boy and
what I watched him do was as hot as anything I've ever seen in my life.
     Maybe I didn't really think about what I was doing and I knew I wasn't
thinking about it.  But after a few minutes of watching Mike, I was kissing
her or touching her breasts through the dress or running my hand along her
leg that was spread wide and flexing over Mike's back. It was just too hot
to resist. There was nothing here that told me I was involved in some kind
of homosexual act. This was a hot girl getting eaten out by my best friend
and I wanted a piece of the action.
     Actually, I had a massive hard-on that I was absolutely going to have
to have something done to it. And this time it wasn't going to be a blow
job. I knew exactly what I wanted.
     Sure we'd looked around since Amy's mom and her new husband left. We'd
checked out the clothes and we'd checked out the makeup and we'd found some
of mommy's toys. Since she'd been single for a while, I could understand
why she had a pretty nice dildo, a couple of hot sounding fuck movies, and
some other things in her bedside table.
     I'd also found the tube of K-Y Jelly and that's what I located then.
     Mike was still going nuts with her "pussy" (that's really how I
thought about it) so I decided to take the next best. I got them both to
roll over onto their sides. She was still moaning with pleasure and he was
still going nuts on her pussy so it didn't take much.
     She made a surprised little gasp when I put my K-Y covered finger in
her butt. She even pulled her legs together for a few seconds before
lifting the upper one all the way up against her side to give me full
access to her. She was really loving it with a couple fingers in her and
Mike still going at her pussy.
     So I couldn't stand it any more. I really needed to dip my wick. I
lathered my dick up pretty good and pushed the head against her hole. At
the same time, I put my hand on the inside of her thigh to hold her
open. Then I pushed in.
     The first little bit was painfully tight and she squealed. It crossed
my mind that it was pain.  After all, she was probably a virgin. And I knew
I was in her ass and probably for the first time even if she wasn't a real
virgin. I waited for a minute right there at the portal. I'd done this with
a girlfriend once and this was just about the place where she'd begged me
to stop. But Amy didn't.  She just gasped for air and humped into Mike's
mouth and that moved her butt with me in it.
     Actually, I think her movements were doing more to pull me into her
than I was doing with an occasional almost involuntary poke. Then I felt
her little firm ass cheeks against the front of my pelvis and realized I
was as far into her as it was possible to get. I could feel it clasping
very tightly around me like a fist.
     Ok. So I was panting and hyperventilating as much as she was. I was
loving it. It was like fucking the tightest pussy I've ever even heard of.
     Finally, Mike rolled away to take a rest from sucking her pussy and
she rolled to her front.  That let me totally bury my cock in her and
really give her a serious fuck. That was probably the most I ever came at
one time.
     ***
     I didn't really want to suck Joe but when I started doing it, I found
that I really liked it. I liked his enjoyment sure. But I liked the taste
too.
     Then Mike was sucking me down there and that was the best thing I ever
felt in my life.  At the same time, it sort of tickled and almost hurt and
just felt great. The first come I had made me sort of go numb all over. My
head I mean. But he was still doing it when I got it together again and it
still felt as good as before. The second time I came it felt even better.
     All the attention from both of the guys was fantastic.
     Then it was like electricity surged through me. Joe put his finger in
my bottom. I've never felt anything in the world that was like that. It
wasn't like taking a poop at all even if it was the same hole. Maybe when
he had it a long ways in and slowly pulled it out it was sort of like that.
But mostly it was different. Unless somebody has done it to you, you really
don't have any idea of what it feels like. How great it feels.
     At first, while Mike was still sucking me and Joe had his fingers in
me, it was great. Then Joe put his cock in me and that hurt at first before
he let me get used to it. Then Mike stopped sucking me and Joe rolled me
over on my front and started really fucking me. I really thought that it
was the most wonderful thing that ever ever happened to me. Right up until
he came inside me and THAT was the most fantastic thing. It was like he set
me on fire back there in a way but not with pain. With feelings of all
kinds.
     I just know I was screaming but it was into the covers on the bed. It
wasn't pain or protests or whatever. It was just how much I felt. And how
much I loved it.
     Everything stopped then. Joe pulled out of me and I tried to get my
breath and Mike wasn't saying or doing anything. Then, like I might feel
bad or something, they both started kissing my back and my neck and my
cheek and talking really sweet to me.
     I told them I loved it and they both chuckled.
     That's when I thought I was going to explode. I had to pee really bad
but I felt like I was going to fart but wet came out and I felt it on my
leg. So I ran for the bathroom and sat there until a whole bunch of stuff
came out of me and I peed about a gallon.
     When I went back, they undressed me and told me how great I was and a
whole lot of things. Then they were kissing me and getting us all back into
bed, this time all of us naked, and turned out the lights.
     The last thing that night was when Mike lifted up my legs and fucked
me while he kissed me and Joe played with my real nipples.
     *******
     We did lots of things the next day. I mean we'd done most everything
once that night but the next day they fucked me and sucked me and played
with me and dressed me and took me out to dinner again.
     After two days, we were taking showers together (they fucked me in the
shower), we dressed me in all kinds of clothes (they fucked me), and we
slept together (of course they fucked me). That was the first time mom
called home and they played with me the whole time I talked to her and then
let me suck them while they each talked to her about how things were going
with us.
     It seemed like an awful long time since she'd left on her honeymoon
but really it was only a few days. We had the whole summer before she'd
come back.
     The next day, I started taking the pills that they'd gotten
somewhere. The label on the plastic bottle said they were something called
Progen and that I should take one a day. They told me I should take two at
a time, three times a day, so I did. The name on the label was really my
grandmother's but if they said it was good, then I didn't care. Once during
the summer I saw a little fold out flyer thing that said Progen was a
combination of estrogen and progesterone designed to keep older women from
having problems with menopause, whatever that was.
     I guess it was about a month before I noticed that my chest was
swelling sort of funny and my nipples were much bigger and sort of
spongy. The guys showed me how nice it felt to have them sucked on right
from the first. I mean even before they got bigger and softer and more
sensitive. But when they were bigger, it felt wonderful.
     Mom and her new husband called every few days. I wasn't too surprised
when they started stopping places for more than a day or two. They seemed
to be having a wonderful time on their around the world trip.
     I guess it was August when they called from Rome and said they were
going to stay there a while before moving on to Venice. They asked if it
was okay with me if they took a little longer than the three or four months
they planned at first and, of course, with the guys I was happy.  More than
happy really. Why not?
     By then, I'd been wearing dresses, skirts and blouses, tiny shorts, or
bikinis for three months. I almost always wore high heels and I really
needed to wear a bra. Sometimes I didn't but I was more comfortable with my
titties in a bra than when my sensitive nipples rubbed against a blouse or
teeshirt.
     My hair was well below my shoulders and had been styled by a
professional. My makeup had been tailored to me at a mall one day and
perfected over the months.
     I knew I was a lot more girl than boy now, of course. The guys even
helped me enroll at a private school and explained the screwups on my
transcript that said "male" and "Andy" instead of Amy. Just crummy
handwriting, they said. Since I was obviously not a male or an Andy,
everybody went along with it easy enough. So I got to go to school in a
dress and heels from the first day.
     My rewards weren't just that we all loved each other. I mean sure they
fucked me a couple of times every day. They took me out a lot and showed me
a lot of different kinds of fun.  But I also got a boyfriend in the first
month of school and a few times they had friends over to the house who
really liked it when I sucked them off or let them fuck my ass. I even got
the headmaster at the school to fuck me while he played with my nipples.
     I guess mom really extended her trip when they got to India. I think
that was it. Anyway, it had been six months by then and they were talking
about a trip to the Great Wall before going on to Australia and Australia
was only a month before they moved off to Japan. They were talking about
either Alaska or the South Pacific as well as Hawaii.
     We told them to enjoy themselves.
     ****
     I guess it was the end of the school year by the time I really filled
out my C-cup bras.
     Mike and Joe were still fucking me at least once a day by the time
they took me out one night and I got paid to give a guy a blow job. That's
when I really understood the potential. The guy gave me twenty bucks for
the blow.
     All it takes is a great body and a couple of good managers. I just put
a few hundred in the bank and topped ten thousand bucks. It's amazing what
guys will pay for a young piece of ass.  Particularly when it's really
young and guaranteed in the butt. They love that. Some don't even notice
that I don't have anywhere else for them to put it. Never know I'm really a
boy.
     Anyway, now that I've got the ten thousand, I've talked to the doctor
about the sex reassignment surgery. Next month, I'm going to have a real
pussy.
     I've already decided that the first thing I'm going to do is get Mike
and Joe to fuck me at the same time.