Date: Tue, 15 Dec 2020 11:08:16 +0000 From: Arthur J Bach Subject: Randy, Part 1 (Trans - Young Friends) This story is fictional, and no character is meant to represent a person, living or dead. It depicts the fantasy of sexual contact between minors. If this is not something that interests you and/or you are not allowed to read this because of your age or jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. Nifty is an amazing resource and we all need to do our part to keep it alive. If you enjoy this story (or others), please make sure you donate at https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Enjoy! ----------------------------- Randy, Part 1 "Renee, why did you get your hair cut so short? You look like a boy." "Maybe I want to look like a boy." "But why? You're a girl." "I dunno. I like it. It feels good." Franco shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever. It's your head. Are you still gonna go with me to see The Phantom Menace?" "Of course," I replied. "Did you see that guys double sided light saber. Sick!" "Totally," Franco said with excitement. Then he looked around conspiratorially. "Hey, do you wanna see something?" "Uh, sure. What is it?" Franco's eyes gleaned, and he swept some of his dark hair out of his eyes. He was my nine-year-old cousin who was always getting into something he wasn't supposed to. He was a bit shorter than me, and had an olive complexion, giving away his Italian heritage which he got from his dad's side of the family. He and I were cousins by account of our moms being sisters. "Can you keep a secret?" he asked quietly. "Of course," I responded. He and I were close. I was an only child, while he was the youngest of five siblings, his next oldest brother being five years his senior. My name is Renee, and I'm eleven and am about to finish the fifth grade, my last year in elementary school before I move off to middle school. I was a little on the tall side for my age and was very skinny, and as Franco had just mentioned, my brown hair had recently been cut short, shaved around the lower sides and back, left a bit longer on top, as was popular with the boys of the day. Like Franco, I wore a Nike t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts that went down to my knees. "Promise?" he asked, his voice raising in pitch. "Yes, dumbass," I responded, growing impatient. "Either show me or don't." "Okay, fine, fine," he said. Without any further warning or delay, he lifted the front of his shirt up and grasped the waistband of his shorts. In one motion, he pulled his shorts and underwear down, exposing his soft, noodly penis. "Franco!" I shouted, averting my gaze. "What the hell are you doing?" "No, you gotta see this, seriously! It's so cool." I slowly turned back, once again staring at the little piece of flesh between his legs. "This is my penis," he said, lifting the object in question. He was only about an inch a half in this state, and had no hair to speak of. His balls were small but hung down behind his dick. "No shit, Sherlock!" I retorted. "Why are you showing it to me?" The truth was, I had never seen one in real life, but thanks to drawings in my fifth grade health class, I had the vague idea of what hung between a boys legs and had never really cared about it. "Okay, just watch," he said, the excitement in his voice rising. I watched for a few seconds, not seeing anything happen. And then...it moved. His penis, as though it was coming alive, started to move on its own. Not only was it moving, but it was lengthening, and thickening, and growing ridgid. It grew in pulses, presumably along with his heartbeat, until it was completely hard, pointing up and away from his body at a forty-five degree angle. His exposed tip was a darker shade of pink than it had been a moment ago, and I could see a vein or two on his shaft. "Wow," I said, not able to find the words. "How did you make it do that?" "I dunno," he said. "I think sexy things. Like being naked and stuff. You staring at it. It feels...like...good, when it gets like this." "Can I...touch it?" Franco's eyes went wide. "Yeah!" I reached my hand forward, slowly, knowing that I was embarking into uncharted territory. My hand was drawn to my cousin's dick like a magnet, inching closer and closer until it was just mere centimeters away. The basement door shot open and I jerked my hand back, making just the faintest of contact with his penis in the process. "Renee, time to go!" my mom called from the top of the steps. "Shit!" I said under my breath. Franco quickly covered himself, allowing the shorts to come back up to his waist. Just barely through the blue material, I could see where Franco's hard penis pushed against the front of the shorts. I had never been more excited and subsequently disappointed in my life. "To be continued?" Franco asked hopefully. I nodded. "Yeah. For sure. After The Phantom Menace?" He let out a heavy exhale. "Yeah. After The Phantom Menace." "Renee, we have to go!" my mom's voice shouted again. "Bye," I said simply, running up the steps. "Bye, Renee," he responded from behind me. * * * "Renee, is all your homework done!" my mom shouted as we made our way into the house. "Yes, mom!" I said back, racing up the steps to my room, shutting the door behind me. I leaned against the closed door, my heart racing, out of breath as I tried to process what I had seen just twenty minutes prior. I had never really thought about boys before. I knew they were different down there than I was, but it was something I hadn't put that much mental energy into. I knew that boys could stand up while they peed, which I was always jealous of, but that was it. But now that I had seen my cousin's penis grow curiously into its hard state, it was all I could think about. I loved the look of it...it's shape, the color, the way it jutted out from his body so proudly. I found myself wanting one...but not in the traditional sense. I wished that I had something that stuck out from my body in such a prideful manner, something I could wave around and show off as my cousin had. I went to lay down on my bed and closed my eyes, imagining a penis just like his coming out of my groin. I imagined pulling down my shorts and white underwear and it popping out. I imagined touching it, predicting its feel. As I fantasized about this phantom phallus, a curious sensation began between my legs. First, there was a tingling feeling, down around where I usually use the bathroom. I focused on this feeling, and could tell that my vagina was growing wet. "Did I pee?" I asked myself out loud. I almost got up to ask my mom what was happening, but stopped, knowing that that would have been a very embarrassing conversation. Besides, I was eleven now...I didn't need my mom's help with everything. So, I decided to see what was going on myself. I pulled my shirt up a bit, like my cousin had, exposing my flat stomach. I put my hand on my tummy and slid my hand under the waistband of my basketball shorts and the pink panties I wore. My hand traveled south, the tips of my fingers pushing forward over the smooth skin of my groin. My middle finger hit the place where the skin split, and as I pushed lower I could feel the wetness. I followed the liquid further south until I found what I could only describe as a hole. This must be my vagina, I thought. We had learned in health class that the vagina wasn't the entire area that a girl had, it was just the hole. I forgot the word that was used to describe the whole area. Anyways, my curiosity getting the better of me, I continued to push until my finger slipped in. "Oh!" I exclaimed, overwhelmed and surprised by the sensation. It felt...good, for lack of a better word. Wanting to repeat the sensation, I withdrew my finger from this hole and pushed back in, this time my finger traveling further into the wet tunnel. "Oh God!" I shouted, trying in vain to keep my voice down. It seemed like the wetness was making it easy for me to push my finger inside myself, and the more I pushed the more wet I became. I followed this cycle, pulling my finger out again and pushing in, this time until my middle finger was completely buried inside myself. Nerve endings in my body fired for the first time, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I felt the warmth and tightness of my body grip my finger perfectly. I repeated this action again, and again, and again, and the more I did it, the better I felt. I organically discovered that going fast felt really good, too, and so I gradually sped up as I went along. As I fingered myself, I could feel my hard nipples pushing against the fabric of my t-shirt. I had noticed that my nipples would gethard when it was cold out, but this felt really good against the shirt. Following another instinct, I slid my hand up my t-shirt to my totally flat chest and pinched my left nipple. "Oh, yeah, that's good!" I said to myself. I started working my body faster and faster. After a while, it felt like I was driving towards something. Some mysterious feeling was growing deep down in my stomach, and I chased this feeling like a dog chasing a car. My area grew wetter as my finger went faster and faster, and I again did my best to stay quiet as I discovered my body. Suddenly, there was a strange feeling in my groin, almost like I needed to pee. A part of me did not want to wet my bed, but another part of me didn't care, and the latter beat out the former. I pushed on, going faster and faster, coaxing this growing feeling from my young body. The pressure grew and grew, as did my excitement as I hoped to finally pop the balloon. I pushed my middle finger one final time into my body, and what I felt next could only described as an explosion. My body clamped down on my finger, and I was sure now I was going to pee myself. I moaned and whined as my body seemed to take on its own being for a moment, and I looked down to watch my hips flail up and down in a rhythmic motion. My area grew even more wet now, but I could tell I hadn't actually peed. And just as soon as it started, it seemed to end. Despite the fact that I wanted this feeling to go on forever, my body soon started to return back to normal. My butt came back to the bed and my breathing started to slow. I pulled my hand out of my panties and inspected my middle finger, looking at the invisible liquid that coated my longest digit. "That was cool," I said to myself. I got up off the bed and slipped my shorts down, inspecting the crotch of my underwear. They were a little bit damp right where the underwear pushed against my vagina. I stood up and shucked the messy underwear down my legs and tossing them in my hamper. I walked over to my dresser and opened my underwear drawer. Remembering Franco's white underwear from before, I chose a pair of white panties and slipped them up my legs, covering my hairless body. Recovering my shorts, I put those back on and left my room, stopping off at the bathroom to wash my hands before heading downstairs to join my mom in the living room who was watching Home Improvement. My dad, as usual, was nowhere to be seen. "You okay?" she asked. "Your face is flush." "I'm great," I responded. "Just great." ----------------------------- Thank you for reading! All of my stories can be found on my prolific author page: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#arthurbach I love hearing feedback from readers. This is my first ever trans story, so your constructive feedback is more than welcome. Please email me at arthurjbach@protonmail.com. 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