Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2021 20:47:53 +0000 (UTC) From: J J Subject: Billy Girl Billy Girl Story Codes: transgender/young friends Mb oral N.B.: This story is absolute fiction, right out of my twisted mind, with no basis in reality. If you like my stories, drop me a note. The back half of my property is wooded. It's not that big an area, but deep enough and thick enough that you can't see through to the other side, especially at night. One night this past spring I was relaxing at home watching TV. It was a nice evening, so I had several of the windows on the back of the house open to admit the spring air. The TV got quiet for a moment between programs, and I became aware of some noise coming from the woods. It sounded like a young boy yelling something. I'd never had any trouble on my land and didn't want any. I was dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. I slipped into some boat shoes, grabbed my big Maglite and the Glock from the cabinet near the front door and set out to investigate. I slipped quietly out the back without showing a light and crept across the yard into the woods. Now I could hear it clearly, somewhere ahead of me -- the sound of a boy yelling at someone. It was unclear and garbled, but clearly in anguish. Then I heard the sounds of a couple of other voices, older, male, laughing. I sat for a moment to get my bearings on the voices and wait for my night vision to kick in, then headed quietly towards my trespassers. Soon I was within about 10 feet of them. I stood up behind a tree, the gun in my right hand and the flashlight in my left. I held the light out on the left side and my head out to the right. I kept the gun down by my side, but hit the button on the 4-cell Maglite and yelled, "Freeze!" (I know, too many cop shows.) The sudden flash lit up the night, revealing two teenage boys standing over a smaller figure on the ground. Their pants were down around their knees. They turned towards the light and I recognized them, two wanna-be toughs from the street behind my house. I caught a quick glimpse of one ass and one hard cock before they exploded into motion, taking off through the woods away from my house, hobbling as they fought to get their pants on. They were quickly out of view, though I could hear them thrashing through the brush for a few more minutes. Then all I could hear was the moans coming from the figure on the ground. I shone the light on the small body, and knew it must have been him I heard. His head came up towards the light. He looked to be about 10, with long hair tousled and half-covering his face. He was dirty from being pushed to the ground. What struck me most was the schoolgirl plaid skirt he was wearing. It was pushed up to his waist, and he was naked underneath. Above the waist he wore a white blouse tied off below his chest. Near him lying in the dirt was a pair of white panties. I slipped the gun into my waistband and got down on one knee, quickly checking him for blood. "You okay, kid?" I asked He nodded his head slowly. "You got here before they could hurt me" He said. "That's good. You're safe now," I said. "What's your name?" "Billy," he said, his head drooping. I guessed he was ashamed at being caught dressed so, in such a predicament, by an adult. "Come in the house, Billy," I told him. "We'll get you cleaned up, then decide what to do about this." His eyes shot up at me. "Don't tell anybody!" he said in a desperate whisper. "I'm fine." I hesitated, then said, "Okay. Let's get you cleaned up, anyway. You can't go anywhere looking like this." Slowly, almost grudgingly, he rose, picking up the discarded panties. Looking around, he found a pair of girl's shoes and put them on his feet. I waved for him to lead and pointed the light over his head to show the way. We walked straight back to the house and I opened the door for him. Once inside I put the pistol and the light back in the drawer, then gave Billy a quick inspection. He had a couple of scrapes, and a bruise on the side of his face that would be dark by tomorrow, but no open wounds and no broken bones. I showed him to the guest bath and offered to quickly wash his clothes. Still distracted, he kind of looked around, then said, "Yeah, okay." I told him to just toss them out the door, then left him to his own devices. A minute later the skirt, blouse, panties, and a matching white bra flew out onto the floor. I took them to the laundry room and set them for a quick wash. When I returned I could hear the shower running. Fetching a spare robe, I went into the guest bath, hanging it on the back of the door and getting out fresh towels. "There's towels and a robe here, Billy," I said over the noise of the shower. "Come out when you want." I went back to watching TV. Billy took a long shower, then did a little walk of shame into the living room. His hair was brushed but still wet. The robe I had given him was a flowery thing left behind by an old girlfriend, and it still hung on his slender frame. He plopped onto the couch in resignation, his head hanging. "Billy, would you tell me what that was about," I asked gently. He took a deep breath, then said, "They tricked me. They sent a message that I was supposed to meet a friend of mine who knows about me, then grabbed me and made me come into the woods." I didn't have to ask him what for. Obviously his secret had gotten out, and bullies being bullies, those two assholes had wanted to use and humiliate him. "I'm sorry, kid, I'm sure you deserve much better," I said. "I need to put your clothes in the dryer. Can I get you something to drink?" He asked for a coke, and I went through the kitchen to the laundry and shifted his clothes. On the way back I poured him a glass of coke over ice, adding a little bit of rum to help calm him. Back in the living room I handed him the glass, and he took a big slug, almost emptying it. He didn't mention the taste, but I figured he'd be a bit calmer when the alcohol hit him. I was aware of crossdressers and transvestites, but all of my sexual experience was hetero, and I was on unfamiliar ground here. "Do you like dressing like a girl?" I asked softly. He nodded his head slowly, then looked up at me. "My sisters taught me," he said. "Our parents are gone and we live with my grandparents, and my two older sisters want me to be a girl. I like it." "And you thought you were meeting a friend?" I coaxed. "My friend Ronnie," he said, his face lighting up in a smile. He's 12, and he says he's my boyfriend." With that he slouched back on the couch, and I could see the rum had done its work. We talked a while. I learned that he was 10 years old, that he lived a few blocks away, that his parents died in a car accident, and his sisters had been dressing him up since he was a toddler. He thought it was still a secret, but apparently he'd been outed. "It couldn't have been my sisters or my grandparents," he said. "You need to look carefully at Ronnie," I told him gently, "He may be involved in tonight somehow." Billy's eyes got really big and a very thoughtful expression came to his face. "In the meantime, you need to be very careful. No more going out at night alone dressed." "Do you and Ronnie....do things together," I asked, again trying to be gentle. He got red-faced and hung his head, then nodded slowly. I told him that was okay, but being the girl he wanted to be wouldn't be easy, and he'd have to be careful who knew what. About that time the dryer beeped, and I went to get Billy's clothes. I folded them and brought them back to him, and he went back into the guest bath to dress. A few minutes later he popped out, his attitude much improved by a little rum and his own clothes, and damn, he was cute. His hair was now dry and he had given it a final brush into a style that was boyish yet feminine. I could see the straps of his little training bra beneath the white blouse, and the short skirt barely covered his panties. He smiled at me then did a little twirl, and his pantied ass came clearly into view. My cock started to swell at the sight. I was commando under the shorts, and I could feel a bulge growing. This little boy-girl was having an unexpected effect on me. "Are you going to be alright getting home?" I asked, and he nodded brightly. "Is your girl name Billy too," I asked, "or something else." "No, Billy works fine for both," he told me, hitting me with a thousand-watt smile. "Okay," I said, "You've got another friend right here if you need me. You know, you're a very pretty girl." I stood up to let him out, and he threw himself at me in a big hug, his arms around my waist. "Thank you so much for helping me," he said. He held me for a long while, and I'm sure my growing erection was noticeable. He leaned his head back and looked up at me. "I know exactly how to thank you." With that he took a step back, and his hands flew as he slid my shorts down to the floor. My cock flipped vertically up, and it was only a moment before he had it in both hands. Looking once more up at me, he bent slightly and took it into his mouth. God, could this kid suck cock! He had some serious skills for a 10-year-old. One hand went down to massage my balls. I stepped out of my shorts and spread my legs wide. Billy put his hand against my chest and gently pushed me back to my recliner. I sat down on the edge, my legs spread, and leaned back. Billy knelt and continued his attack on my cock. Looking down, I could see that he'd flipped his skirt up and driven a hand into his panties to play with his own little rod. The other hand stroked my cock in rhythm with his pumping mouth. His feminine hair swirled as he worked his mouth and tongue up and down on my shaft. At one point he stopped and looked up at me, his eyes locking on mine as his tongue swirled around my circumsized head. "You're a lot bigger than Ronnie," he said between licks," and you don't have that icky foreskin." He went back to seeing how much of my dick could fit into his mouth. He gagged for a moment, then gave up on the idea of trying to deepthroat my thick prick. His hand and mouth fucked me better than most women I've been with. He was enjoying his work, and began to moan. The vibrations of his throat added to my pleasure, and I felt an explosion nearing. "Billy, you're awfully good at that," I said in a rasping whisper. "I think you might make me cum." He pulled off and wrapped both hands around my dick and began stroking. Looking straight into my eyes he gave me that big grin, then giggled, saying, "I hope so." Back down he went, now concentrating completely on my pleasure. One hand grabbed my balls, his fingertips lightly stroking at my perineum. The other continued stroking, using his spit as lube. He took as much of my 7" in as his mouth would allow, applying hard suction to wring the cum out of me. Soon I could feel it going. My balls tightened against my body, my hips heaved up trying to get deeper inside that wet hole, and my cum shot out into Billy's mouth, one, two, then a third big spurt, followed by little spasms. I slouched back in my chair. Billy was guzzling, trying to swallow every bit. A tiny stream leaked out the side of his mouth, and he wiped it with his hand, then licked it off. "Thank you again," He said, then sat back on his haunches, giggling. I smiled at him and said, "No, thank you." He laughed and said, "No, thank you!" and we both laughed. He got up and went over to the couch, retrieving the rest of his forgotten rum-laced Coke and finishing it. I got up and pulled my shorts up over my softening, slimy cock. We hugged again and I led him to the door. "Now be careful, Billy," I said, "and remember, you're always welcome here." With another giant smile he was out through the door and running across the lawn. I made a mental note to install motion-detector lights in the woods, and wondered if I'd ever see Billy-girl again. What do you think, readers? Is Billy's return in the cards, or is this a one-shot (pun intended) story?