Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2020 15:56:38 +0000
From: Arthur J Bach <arthurjbach@protonmail.com>
Subject: Randy, Part 4 (Trans - Young Friends)

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Randy, Part 4

"Franco, I have some bad news."

His brow became furrowed with worry.  "What is it?"

"Well, we're moving.  Not that far away, but to a different town," I
responded.

"What?  Why?" Tears started to well up in his cute, dark eyes.

"It's kind of a long story.  Part of it is because my dad left my mom
tonight.  Just picked up and took off.  Didn't even say good-bye to me.
Whatever, he was always a dick to me, anyway."

"I'm sorry, Renee," he said, putting his arm around me.

"It's okay.  But something else happened yesterday.  It's kind of
embarrassing."

"What happened?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Of course."

"Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Duh," he replied, rolling his eyes.  "Just tell me."

"Okay, well, here's the story..."

TWO DAYS EARLIER

Once a week my school would take a trip to the local YMCA to swim, always
on Wednesday.  At about noon, a couple buses would roll up to the front
door and take us all down there.  We could have walked as it wasn't that
far away, but the buses took us, so that was that.

I usually liked going to the Y to swim.  It was a nice way to break up the
day.  But today, I was really looking forward to it because I had a plan.
A big plan.  Something I had been thinking about for a while.

Today I was wearing the white briefs that Franco had given me.  When I wore
them, not only did they make my vagina tingle (and get wet), but I felt
like a boy.  I know that sentence doesn't make a whole lot of sense...in
one part I'm talking about my vagina getting wet, and in another I'm
talking about feeling like a boy, but you're just going to have to go with
me.  In any event, wearing those briefs really made me feel like a boy.
And feeling like a boy felt right.

I had gone back to the library and read more about being transgender.  And
the more I read, the more I felt like that's what I was.  I was a boy
trapped in a girl's body.  Scratch that—I was, and am, a boy.

And I was about to make that statement.  As we got off the bus, I hung back
a bit, feigning like I was looking for something in my bag.  When I was
satisfied that everyone was in front of me, I started walking towards the
main entrance.  This particular YMCA had a big main lobby.  Directly in
front of the main doors was a staircase that took you down to the pool.  On
either side were the locker rooms: men on the left and women on the right.
The locker rooms themselves had stairs which also took you down to the
lower level of the pool.

I had gone to this YMCA many times in my life, and I had always gone to the
right.  I had gone there so many times that I almost went to the right on
account of my legs just being on autopilot.

But then I stopped myself and went to the left.  I walked into the boy's
locker room confidently because that's where I felt I belonged.  In I went,
going around the privacy corner.  The scene in front of me was...something.

There were about thirty boys total, all in various forms of undress.  On
both ends of the extreme, there were some who had already put on their
baggy bathing suits and some who had yet to remove any of their street
clothes.  In the middle were the boys who were in their briefs...most of
them white, either Fruit of the Loom or Hanes.  There were the token few
who had colored briefs, and one boy was even in Superman underwear even
though he was in the fifth grade.  A couple wore the baggy boxers which
were beginning to become popular, although I very much preferred the
tightness and shape of the traditional briefs.

And then there were some boys who were nude already, caught after they had
removed their underwear but before they had covered themselves with their
swimsuit.  I saw boys of all different shapes and sizes...I'd say about ten
in all.  Some were large, some were small.  Some had hair, some didn't.
Some boys had big balls while some boys had invisible balls.  I was pretty
sure one was hard, or was at least getting there.

I got only about four, maybe five seconds of viewing pleasure before the
boys detected my presence and began covering themselves.  The change of
noise in the locker room was downright comical: from the dull roar of
chitter chatter to complete silence when I was first noticed to a raucous
uproar when their senses confirmed there was a `girl' among them.

They began to shout at me, cursing at me, telling me to get the fuck out
and so forth.  I ignored them, choosing a locker next to one of my poor
classmates, Declan, who was so stunned he couldn't find the energy to cover
himself.  His penis hung down soft about an inch, maybe a tad longer, on
top of two hairless balls, which matched the skin at the base of his penis.

Despite the calamity, I quickly shed my shirt, followed by my shorts.  Now
only in my white briefs, I fit in with a lot of the boys in the room.  It
was thrilling, and I could feel the wetness collect around my vagina.  As
the screaming continued, my fingers went to the waistband of my white
underwear, and I slid them down, exposing myself to my male classmates.
Despite the fact that I wished I could have joined them in having a penis,
it was a perfect moment.

My locker mate, Declan, remained stunned into paralysis, and he made no
attempt to hide the fact that he was gawking at my nude body.  I looked
down and watched his little penis grow into a full-blown erection right
before my eyes.  If I wasn't already soaked by this point, I certainly
would be, as it grew to about three inches in length and was a tad thicker
than my thumb.  The poor boy looked helpless, frozen in the moment upon
seeing what was probably his first vagina.

The commotion in the room inevitably brought in one of the teachers.  My
naked body probably stunned him just as much as it did the boys.  After a
few moments of trying to get his bearings straight, he commanded me to put
my clothes back on and leave.  My moment, as it was, was over.

I put my clothes on in the silence of the locker room.  The boys who were
nude quickly put their suits on, including Declan.  I watched him grasp his
boner, having to bend it down so that he could tuck it under the waistband
of his trunks.  The poor boy looked so horny he could die, and my vagina
leaked more liquid as I eyed the obvious bulge in his light blue bathing
suit.

When I left the locker room all of the teachers and my principal were
waiting for me.  The principal, an old shrew who looked like she put her
make up on in 1982 and just left it there, ripped into me like I was a bag
of potato chips that simply wouldn't open.  I won't bore with you what she
said because, quite frankly, I didn't give a shit.  She yelled at me, and
my temporary punishment was to sit on the bus and wait while everyone else
was in the pool.

After two hours of sitting and staring out the window, I saw my classmates
emerging from the main entrance of the YMCA.  They trickled out at first,
and that trickle became a steady stream of my fellow fifth grade classmates
who were assuredly all talking about what I had pulled just a couple of
hours prior.

The bus I was on was starting to fill up, and one by one I watched each
person make eye contact with me and then sit somewhere else.  I had caught
the fifth grade bubonic plague, and no one wanted to risk contamination.
It was clear to me that every person on the bus, both boys and girls, knew
about what I had done, and while they may have been curious about my
reasons for what I did, no one was curious enough to sit and talk with me.

And then there was Declan, the last person to arrive on the bus.  Despite
the fact that there were still a few open seats available, the boy made a
beeline right to me and plopped himself down in my seat, taking the aisle
side.  He scooted close to me and set his gym bag on his left, facing the
aisle.

"Hi," he said, a touch of shyness in his voice.  He smiled at me while he
ran his fingers through his still partially damp, blonde hair.

"Hi," I responded nervously.

The bus began to pull away, taking the short trip back to our school.
While I knew there would be consequences for my actions in the locker room,
I hadn't been totally prepared to be the social pariah.  For this reason,
when Declan sat next to me, I was thankful.  He was someone I had never
really talked to but had never gotten in any disagreements with, either.
In any event, in that moment, he was my best friend, and I was thankful for
him.

So thankful that, after taking a couple cautious glances around, I slipped
my left hand over to his groin.  When I pushed down to where I figured his
penis to be, I found him still hard.  His head snapped in my direction, his
blue eyes full of fear, uncertainty, and desire.  Knowing that time was of
the essence, I slid my hand up his silky basketball shorts and quickly
pushed down under the waistband of his briefs and took hold of his
hairless, three-inch erection.

Declan gasped out loud and looked over at me with startled eyes before he
quickly composed himself, not wanting to draw attention to what was
happening.  I quickly started to stroke his erection as a wicked little
smile appeared on his lips.  As I felt his warm hardness in my hand, I
quickly tried to judge if this was his first time enjoying these types of
feelings.  I started off nice and slow, maximizing the contact between my
fingers and his erection.  When the bus reached the halfway point of its
journey, I started to speed up, hoping to reach its conclusion before we
arrived back at school.

He turned to me quickly, his eyes wide open, and said, "Gonna pee."  So,
this was the first time, after all.

"It's okay," I said quietly.  "Just enjoy."

I watched his breathing start to increase, his chest moving up and down
more rapidly.  His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped into an open
position.  Had anyone been paying attention they would have known something
fishy was going on, but thankfully no one was.

As his eyes closed, I felt his erection pulse in my hand, and he let out a
barely audible sigh.  I could tell he was doing his best to stifle the
feelings that were shooting through his body for the first time.  I held
onto his penis as he had his orgasm, his breath coming in spurts now, just
as we pulled into the school.  He looked over at me as I pulled my hand
from the inside of his underwear, appreciating the lump at his crotch that
still persisted despite his recent orgasm.  My eyes turned and met his as I
saw a sleepy look on his flushed face.

"Thank you," he said, grinning.  "That was awesome."

"Don't mention it," I replied casually, as the bus came to a total stop in
front of my school.

* * *

"Wow," Franco said, his face void of any specific emotion after I finished
telling my tale.  "I can't believe you did that.  Did you get in trouble?"

"They tried expelling me," I shrugged.  "But my mom said we were changing
schools, so I just have to finish out the year.  And now with my dad having
left, we're just going to move.  Start over, I guess."

Franco looked sad.  "Will I ever see you again?"

"Of course," I responded.  "Just, maybe not as much.  But we won't be that
far."

He smiled.  "Good.  I'd miss you."

"I'd miss you, too.  Who would I play Star Wars with?"

A mischievous smile appeared on his face as he looked around.  "Speaking of
Star Wars...do you want to play with my...lightsaber?"

I giggled.  "Uh, duh!"  I reached over and grasped at his crotch.  "You're
already hard!"

"I know," he replied sheepishly.  "That story you told, it made me really
stiff."

I squeezed his erection through his shorts a little bit before getting him
to stand up.  As he stood in front of me, I pulled his shorts down,
exposing his white briefs.  His hard little penis pushed against the front
pouch making a noticeable tent.  My hand went to that bulge, feeling his
hardness under the white cotton and hearing him moan as I stroked him.

"Can you stroke me like you did before?" he asked.  "Like when I sat in
your lap?"

"Yes!" I shouted.  "Get naked."

We both pulled our shirts off at the same time, and I admired his skinny,
boyish frame.  He slipped his briefs off and I watched his erection get
caught in the waistband, springing back up when the tip finally came free.
I slipped my shorts and pink panties off at the same time.

"Can I wear these?" I asked, holding up his white underwear.

"Of course," he responded.

I slid the briefs up my legs, loving how the elastic hugged me around my
waist and around both legs.  I grew wet as I looked down at myself, wearing
my little cousin's underwear.

Franco leaned back against me and shivered with lust as I felt his bare
skin against mine.  He slid up until his cute little butt was right in my
crotch, putting his dick just about where a dick would be if I had one.  I
reached around with my right hand and grasped his little dick with my thumb
and first two fingers.  He leaned his head back against me as I started to
stroke him.

As I masturbated my cousin, I could feel liquid start to seep out of my
vagina.  With his butt pushed against me, he was actually stimulating me
down there a bit, and it felt really nice as I grew wetter and wetter
inside his briefs.

As the moisture grew, I remembered reading about sexual intercourse, where
a man put his penis inside a woman.  I had discovered that a man getting
erect and a woman getting wet were meant to help intercourse happen.  The
wetness in my vagina was meant to make my hole slippery to allow the man's
penis to enter.

Having my cousin put his penis in me just seemed to be a bit too weird at
the moment, but thinking about how intercourse worked gave me an idea.  I
took my right hand off of his dick and slipped it into the front of the
briefs I wore.

"Hey," he said in protest.

"Don't worry," I replied, slipping my first two fingers down near my hole.
While it felt really good to be touching myself there, the idea of this was
to actually collect as much liquid as I could, allowing it to pool a bit on
my fingers.  I swished and swirled in my wetness, trying to get as much of
the slick goo to stick to my fingers as I could.

Satisfied that my digits were wet enough, I pulled them out of my crotch
and returned my hand to Franco's throbbing boy dick.  With the extra
slickness I could go much faster and grip more of his dick at once.

"Ohhhh..." he moaned.  "Ohhh, that's really good.  Keep doing that."

As I masturbated him his butt continued to hump against my groin, giving me
a surprising amount of pleasure.  The more I stroked him, the more he
whined and thrashed against my body.  It was all quite intense, and I once
again had the surreal feeling that the penis I was stroking was my own,
pushing me to go faster.

"What's that word again?" Franco got out in between moans.  "When it feels
like...really good and tingly?"

"An orgasm?" I responded.

"Yeah, I'm about to have an...ohhhh!"

His little body spasmed against me, and through the wetness I could feel
his erection pulse in my hand.  It was quite obvious that he was having an
orgasm, and even though I wasn't touching myself, his body thrashing
against me pushed me towards my own.  The feeling traveled from the deepest
part of my stomach to my clitoris and vagina as both pulsed in appreciation
of the amazing feeling I was experienced.  The two of us rode against each
other, our bodies in sync as we enjoyed our shared orgasm.

When Franco pushed my hand away from his dick, I knew the moment was about
to be over.  I, too, had experienced the ultra-sensitivity on my clitoris
as my orgasm began to wane, and I looked down and watched his penis glisten
with my juices as it pulsed in time to his heartbeat.

The next few awkward moments were spent collecting ourselves as we
recovered from the strong feelings we had experienced.  When I tried to
give Franco his briefs, he insisted that I keep them, and I offered for him
to keep my pink panties.  We both giggled as he slipped the thin garment up
his legs, the thin front of my underwear barely containing his softening
penis.  We put the rest of our clothes on and flipped on the basement
television, finding a rerun of one of my favorite shows, Home Improvement.

"When you are guys moving?" he asked as we cuddled against each other.

"Not for a month or so.  Don't worry, we'll still see each other."

"Good," he smiled.  "Still, I'm gonna miss you when you're gone, Renee."

"Not Renee," I said.

"Huh?"

"When I move, I'm going to live my life as a boy.  Renee is a girl's name."

"Oh, right," Franco said.  "What should I call you then?"

I looked up at the television at the adorable Jonathan Taylor Thomas, a
crush of mine since I was very, very young.  I loved everything about him:
his smooth, dark brown hair, his smile, his squinty eyes, the sound of his
voice, and his gentle nature.  He was not just the boy I had a crush on,
but the boy I wanted to be.

"Randy," I finally said.  "You can call me Randy."


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