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 {Okay, I like to alternate PoV for lots of reasons, in couplings like this
it helps with the Pronouns.  "She touches her breast..." Hmmm.  Okay,
change that to "she touches me," or "I touch her." That avoids clunky
descriptions like the pre-teen touches the mother of her transgender
friend's chest, or using their names all the time.  Then starts to think
about the difference in development...  Also, to show Contrast, between an
empathic though manipulative Lolidom, and a suppressed ephebophilic church
predator.  So, I'm just going to point this out: One cares about WHO she's
fucking, why, and all the Emotions behind it.  The other thinks about What
is fucking her.  A skinny little girl just on the cusp of womanhood, my
daughter, my husband, as they relate to Her.  Also visually, and
physically, while July doesn't even have to see her eyes looking at her,
because she's a narcissist.

   Attracted to another, because she's a predatory Psychopath.  Hiding in
the church, mostly from herself, neither of them are consciously aware of
it in such detailed terms, because that's what this is about: Denial.  I'm
just going to come right out and say she would probably have gotten past
the age of her own sexual awakening, if she hadn't pushed it down to her
subconscious, and kneeled on it to pray away the feelings she had for her
peers.  She didn't, so instead of growing into a mature consensual lesbian,
she got stuck on the sexual awakening of other girls, in church, like she
did.  At some point, one of them noticed, and was into the creepy demure
predatory psychopath thing.  After decades of it in a fairly large
congregation for several girls of the appropriate age range throughout.  My
point is that being gay doesn't make you a predator, but Denial sure can,
and sometimes there is such a thing as a willing victim.  Could have just
as easily been a priest, and altar boy, but for some reasons Sapphic
stories sell better.

   Incidentally, Janice is a whitewashed fantasy version of Carla.  In case
you're wondering what you missed about how she got seduced into this
clusterfuck?  Okay, well some of the details have been changed, like her
transvestite son becoming a trangender girl.  Either way this shock helps
break her concepts of Roles, and make her more open to things like
pseudosapphic molestation by her husband's mistress, and children's
molester.  BSOD followed by a reboot, and sexual rewrite.  She's using this
to distract her from seducing her husband, and molesting her children, at
this point she's just going out with her teenage son, as far as she is
aware.}

   ;

   Janice (GF Sedu.  F Solo twee Fant.)

   I must say that I have never been attracted to a girl before.  I am
heterosexual, divorced, but definitely attracted to men.  Grown men, or at
least I had always thought.

   My daughter is a bit of a Tomboy.  So, at first I was a little worried
about her hanging out with Julie.  A precocious, flirty little pre-teen,
with the early signs of adolescence, but then I considered she might, I
don't know, show her how to be more girly.  Stop stomping around in the
mud, and coming home filthy, playing with snakes, and fighting.  Maybe not
as much as dress so revealingly, shake her little hips in tight cutoffs,
and wear skimpy tops without a training bra.  So her chest bumps pushed out
the tight fabric, and even her nipples tried to poke through.  I had known
girls like that, and avoided them in school.

   Raised proper, modest and conservative, I still took my daughter to
church, and made her wear Sunday dresses.  The thought hadn't even occurred
to me that she might be homosexual.  Julie, however, her immodesty started
having a serious effect on me, and though I considered telling my daughter
not to bring her over any more, I realized with a shameful fear that I
would have to tell her why.  I couldn't bring myself to broach the subject,
much less ask if they were girlfriends.  12, and 13, too young to be
interested in such things, to say nothing of the sinful nature.

   Of that, or my thoughts.  About Julie, "I'm gonna go piss." Her blunt
potty mouth, slutty behavior around my girl, and unbuttoning her shorts in
my bathroom.  Slipping them down her long tanned thighs, and the color of
her underpants.  Her narrow hips, I can't say why, but that kept leaping
unbidden to my mind.  Her round muscular bottom as well, but I keep
thinking about her petite hips.  Sometimes the bones show through her skin,
when she stretches, and her top rides up over the tight waist of her
shorts, teasing a forbidden glimpse at the top of her underwear.

   I know, touching myself is wrong enough, much less thinking about my
daughter's friend, or girlfriend.  Leaving them alone, possibly to kiss,
undress, and feel each other's bodies.  Naked, her hips, boney little
pelvis, and slipping the underpants down to reveal her developing sex. 
"Oh, Julie!" My fingers slipping between lips, and pubes crinkling in my
palm.  Against my wrist, my pubes, but imagining hers.  Little patch of
curls, light brown like the ones on her head, and the sinful place beneath
them.  Welling up, warming, and dripping with lust, wetting my fingers to
sink into her breathless gasping body and.

   "Ooooooh!  Julie!"

   I couldn't help it, but blushing with shame, I caught my breath.  Washed
my hands, and splashed cold water on my face.  Still shivering, and hot
from my recent sinful climax, thinking about my daughter's friend.  I knew
immediately that they had heard me, by the awkward look, my daughter
turning away.  Shy for once, when normally so outgoing, but Julie grinned.
Gorgeous, proud, and obviously willing.  Obviously, she flirted with me. 
Flashed me, used words like fuck, and ass, and piss, unabashedly.  Her way
of telling me she was ready, and wanted me.

   "Uh," I turned away, "I'm going to make dinner."

   "Can I spend the night?" She followed me in the kitchen.

   "I'm not sure that's a good idea." I tried to busy myself with food, but
wound up standing.  Staring in the open cabinets, or bent over the fridge,
leaning on the door, searching my mind for something, anything I can fix
rather than think about what I had done.  Guiltily thought about doing, but
with her right there.

   "I'll help you cook!"

   I suppose I must admit that I didn't send her away, for fear of her
making my daughter gay, flirting with and seducing her, because I liked to
look at her.  Her slim young body, cute beauty, bright wide eyes, grinning
thin lips, and perfect white teeth.

   "Huh!" I like having her around, "Okay." She ran upstairs to tell my
daughter she was spending the night.  With her gone, I could think, about
anything else, but I gave in.  I finally gave up, and that helped.  Knowing
something would happen tonight, she could have come right out and said it,
but the unspoken agreement was she knew.  What I wanted, what she'd been
teasing me with for all these months, and I was finally ready to admit.

   What I wanted.

   Her.

   ;

   Julia (GFt NS Talk)

   "Mom," at the dinner table.

   "Yes, sweetheart."

   He frowned, "I'm a boy." Just like that.

   She dropped her fork, "What?"

   Church lady, you know the type?  Young, divorced, but other than that.
Buttoned up, modest, sits like she's got a pole up her butt, and a cute
church lady bob.  Hair cut off flat at the shoulders, and bangs to frame
her absolutely gorgeous face.  Banging body too, as much as she tries to
hide it behind blouses.  Her legs sticking out of long loose skirts,
crossed in tights or pantie hose, and pumps to stretch out her calves, and
feet.  Closed toes, pointedly, and made up.

   Like sunday, at home, cooking dinner.  Even put her hair up, I don't
know, I started hanging out with Kenny because I thought he was gay.

   "Uh!  Why don't you listen to me once in your goddamned life.  I Am A
Boy.  I've been telling you for half my life, and I'm sick of it.  I'm sick
of you calling me sweetheart, sick of you forcing me to wear dresses, and
sick of you!" He ran off, back up the stairs, and slammed the door to his
room.

   I grinned, and took another bite.  Good, left us alone together, and let
me tell you.  The church lady look?  On her, it's hot as fuck, but the real
thing is how she looks at me.  Or tries not to, right now if you held her
head up to your ear, you'd probably get a dialtone, but any other time. 
Just hanging out, she looks at my crotch, all the time.  Looks way when you
catch her, or just a nervous glance, of course I showed her.  Made a habit
of showing off, wearing old tops so they don't quite cover me, or ride up
when I stretch, because I like it.

   Getting checked out by the hot church lady.  It's hot, makes me feel
sexy, imagining the dirty thoughts that must be going through her head, and
fighting them, but today.  God, it was amazing, hearing her moan my name. I
almost got off on just that, but now she was starting to blink.  Shake her
head, and pick up her fork.

   "He's gay." Poke poke.

   "Who?"

   "Your son.  Kenny, he prefers Kenny."

   She nodded, "I thought she might be, a."

   "Lesbian?" I laughed, "No, he's a total fag, got a boyfriend and
everything, he just didn't want to bring him over until you got over your
denial."

   "I'm not in denial." She shook her head.  Looked at me.

   I looked back.  "Think about that.  Real quick, then think about it
again.  I'm not in denial, seriously do you even hear the things you say?
You live in denial, he's a boy.  A transgender boy, always was.  You aren't
in denial, but you don't even know your own son?"

   "I'm her mother, of course I would know if she was a boy, I changed her
diapers,"

   "And you don't listen to him.  God, seriously stop.  You're hurting him.
You're denying the most important thing about his life, to try to force him
into this mold he doesn't fit in.  Look at all the weight he's gained, you
think that was a phase?  He's A Boy.  Inside, where it counts.  A wonderful
boy without a father, and starving for the acceptance of his only family.
You, you're fucking up.  You're fucking him up, because you won't listen to
him.  Your own son."

   BoodooDOO!  We're sorry, but the number you have dialed has been
disconnected or is no longer in service.  Please hang up, and try again...

   "Huh!" Pick up my fork, and keep eating.  Honestly, I'm a little
jealous. He can put on weight, the girls at school think I'm anorexic.  I
eat, a lot.  No I don't throw it back up, I eat all the time, and I'm still
skinny as a pin.  Metabolism, I guess.  Not like I want to be fat, like
Kenny, but somewhere between that, and bone sticking out.  It hurts,
whenever you whack into something, and there's nothing but a little skin
stretched over the bone.  The girls at school call me Lucky, because I
can't gain weight?

   "You going to eat that?" Before it gets cold.  "Huh!  I'll take Kenny
his." I grabbed his plate, and took it upstairs.  Just keep saying that,
Him.  Your son.  Eventually it'll sink in, right?

   At some point, she'll get over it.  I hope for Kenny's sake, but I think
I can get up her skirt too.  I'm not just doing this for him.  I'm pretty
sure it's the conquest.  The victory, I'm bisexual but honestly boys are
easy.  Stuffy stuck up church ladies?  I like that challenge, and she's
probably the hottest woman in town.

   But, I have to chip off all those layers of denial.  Might as well do
both, she just this afternoon diddled off, and moaned my name.  So,
something must be working in that head of hers.

   ;

   Janice (FG Sedu)

   "Janice?" That's another thing.

   "What is it," I sat up in bed.  She calls me by my first name.  Not even
Jan, like everyone else, she presumes to call me Janice, like no one else
does.

   "I had a bad dream, you mind if I sleep with you?"

   I know what she's doing.  "No," I scooted over, in my night gown.  Under
the covers while her shadow moved around the corner of the bed.  My bed, my
empty lonely bed since my husband left.  I'm nervous, but, "What about?"

   "A man," she crawled under the covers.  "A creepy guy, staring at me,
and following me." She's homosexual, it hadn't occurred to me that she
would not like that, as much as she invites looks.  Dresses so
provocatively, flashing me, inviting looks from me.  Because I'm a woman,
not a man, and she's attracted to me.  It makes me feel so, strangely
feminine.  The attentions of this young, shameless girl.  She is lovely, so
beautiful, and yet she desires me, and I can't resist the temptation.

   She knows this, snuggling against me, and I can't help but think of my
daughter.  Feeling as if I lost her, trying to make her a girl.  But, I
suppose it's like they say of weddings.  "Snh!" I'm not losing a daughter,
I'm getting a son?

   "Are you crying?" She felt my wet cheek, and I nodded.  Silently, my
eyes closed in the dark, but intensely aware of her body against me.  My
breast pressed into her chest, and boney hips against my thigh.  Then her
lips, brushing mine.  I knew this would happen, as soon as she invited
herself to spend the night.

   "Hhhh." She felt my shoulder, down the front of my nightgown, and my
breast through the thin satin.

   "Oh, Julie!"

   I could have stopped her.  Said no, sent her home.  I didn't want to, as
much as I wanted this.  Her, in my bed, my arms, nothing but a thin layer
of cotton pajamas between her, and the blue satin of my nightgown.

   Finally kissing me, like a dream.  The dream I had tried to forget for
so long.  How long?  it doesn't matter.  Finally, I didn't have to pinch
myself, just let her feel my breast through the smooth fabric.

   "Smq, you're so hot."

   "Hot as hell," I laughed.  "God, you're so sexy!" I felt her back,
squirm up against me, the leg of her pajama bottoms sliding up under the
covers.  Across my bare thighs, brushing the hem of my nighty up,
dangerously close to my already sweating sex.  "Huh!" I found her mouth
again, and felt it part.  Her lips come open, and licked the hard ridge of
her teeth.  Her perfect white teeth, remembering her as a girl.  In braces,
no signs of growth, like the soft pad against my ribs, under my arm, and
pulling up the back of her cotton top.

   The tiny pills, worn, old PJs, must be comforting to her.  Smelling her,
body.  Her sweat, beginning to doubt I was ever heterosexual.  Denial?  I'm
not in denial.

   Well, I denied myself for too long.

   "Oh!" She kissed my chin, and sucked it?  Into her mouth so wide, I felt
her teeth, she smiled, then turned.  Kissed down to my throat, and snaked
her tongue pervertedly around the skin on my neck.  "Huh!" Hand still busy,
rubbing the smooth satin over my breast, squeezing it so it slipped in the
slick fabric, causing tingles to radiate out, across my hot chest even as
the soft worn cotton felt over her leg rubbed up and down my thighs.

   I was in heaven, even knowing this brief feeling of it, this rapture was
but a moment before condemning me to eternal fire.

   "Oh, Julie!" July, for her birthday, in the heat of summer, just twelve,
and already growing into a sexuality I had denied myself for decades. 
Driving away my husband, dating, but no man really appealing to me.  Not
like this.  This delicious sin, the passion I had found with a skinny
little girl in my arms, my bed, her hand slipping up my nightgown to feel
my midriff.  Panting breathlessly, fingers questing up higher, deeper under
my modest dress, finally touching my bare skin, my heaving breasts, like I
had dreamed for so long.

   It was lust at first sight.  Honestly, at the after-service potluck.  I
brought chilimac, and plopped a crackling cheezey dollop on her plate. 
That first time, she looked up.  Slowly, the grin on her thin pink shiny
lips, the glitter of her braces, and her eyes finally reaching my face. 
The hot flush on her young cheeks, and my ears burning.  Thanks!  She just
thanked me, but now every glance.  Every tease, and flash of her hips. 
Noticing the growth through her sunday dress, poking out, the flatness
developing, and her growing immodesty.  Toward me, progressive
flirting,coming home to hang out with my daughter, but also be close to me.
Show off for me, stretching to expose the tops of her shorts, and hip bones
poking them out.

   Even as my fingers felt the elastic across her back.  Picked it out to
slip my thumb in.  Then my fingers, turning over to find her bare bottom.
Gently pet her hot skin, then growing bolder.  Groping, and squeezing her
buttock, feeling it flex as she squirmed, and humped against my hip.

   "Hah!" My night gown almost to my throat, arching to let the back ride
up under me, and the cool night air.  Then her hair, draping over my hot
sweaty panting body.  Squeezing my breast again, feeling the nipple with
her thumb, then moving it.  Away, out of the way, and her breath on it.

   "Ooooh!"

   "Smwrq!"

   "Yes!" How I ached to feel her lips on it.  Sucking it in, finally,
better than I had ever dreamed, and I must be soaking through my underpants
by now.

   Why had I denied myself so long?

   ;

   Julia (GF Loli Dom.)

   Wow!  Okay, I win.  That's pretty much it, what I was feeling since I
heard her moan my name.  Yeah, I planned to use it to help her accept her
son, but I knew.  When I woke up horny that I won.  That the Bad Dream, the
Bad Man ploy would work, that tonight she would be Mine.

   Oh yeah, and tits.  I mean real live, full sized grownup Tits.  She's a
mother, made milk with them once, and i can actually feel it.  My glands, i
felt them developing, growing, even aching in the morning, but in my hands,
I could actually feel, the dried up empty spaces, like an invisible flower,
or fern branching out, and even ending in tips, squeezing it so the nipple
bulged as if to fill my mouth with milk.  I had fooled around with girls,
straight girls to satisfy their bicuriosity, even in middleshool, they were
more developed, but not like this.  This big round soft wonderful warm
meaty ball of flesh squishing, and the radiating lines getting smaller, and
smaller until they blended back into the tissue of her tit.

   "Smq, huh!" My head swum, dizzy just from suckling it, and feeling the
dried glands in my fingers.  But, her hand slipped out of my pajama
bottoms, and I sat up.  Burning up, even my pits felt sweaty from her hot
body, the blankets, and these damned PJs with the tiny little buttons, and
tight slits to try to push them through in the dark.

   Click!  She turned back, smiling, and eyes wide with lust.

   "Huh!" Just that, her eyes on my top, expectantly watching my hands work
down the buttons, damned backwards buttons, Gir's PJs, blue with white
clouds, and flying sheep, but she felt up my leg.  Sideways, and folded up,
so I got on my knees, her eyes never left my chest, but she pulled at them.
Me up, to feel up my hips, out to slip the elastic from the welt it left in
my sides.  Her thumbs slipping out over the ragged indented skin, I could
still feel them.  Pulled tight until the blood soaked back into it, the
broad ribbon of skin where they had almost cut in, from her hand groping my
ass in the dark.

   "Huh!" I slipped the top open, off my shoulders, and my head just fell
back.  From the heat let out, the lamp shining on my hot bare chest, and
her eyes all over it.  "Uhhhhh!" Fuck, I have never been so turned on in my
life!  "Hahn!" Aching for her to feel me, up, my aching titties, my burning
chest, and nipples so tight, they might snap right off.  But instead she
felt my hips.  I mean, she pulled down the front of my pajama bottoms, but
looking down, she had her tongue out.

   "Hihihm!" Chewing on it, she finally looked up.  I realized, she didn't
just slip them down, and feel the line from the waistband.  I just, never
was felt up, quite like this.

   "I love your hips."

   "I know," What?  Okay, whatever, it's just, kind of weird.  And pervy,
that's what always attracted to her.  You can debate nature, and nurture
all you want, but I'm pretty sure she didn't have a closet, she went to
church.  Don't ask me if that made her pervy for girls from about 8, or 9
to about 12, or 13, but I wasn't the only one.  At church, she looked, like
a pervert.  Creeped on us, really, or just stared, and daydreamed until her
brain kicked back in, but I won.

   Mine!  None of the other girls wanted her, so not really a competition,
but she was honestly the first person I ever lusted after.  Watching her,
look at us in church, then looking away, and feeling my face heat up. 
Knowing she's looking at me, but she'll look away if I meet her eyes.

   "Yeah!" I don't know what else to say, but I feel like the most
beautiful person who ever lived, just knowing her eyes are on me.  Leaning
over, down to kiss her passionately.  Feeling her soft chest, and rubbing
mine against it.  Squeezing them around my body, and my bottoms coming off.
Sliding over my ass, to be replaced by her hands, obscenely groping, and
molesting my dirty hot little ass.  "Smq, yeah!" God, damn!  Really, it's
the head trip.  Sure, I thought about other women, their tits, and pussy,
still not even to the pussies yet, but really it's because it's her.  Her
temptation, fighting it so hard for years?  I don't know if she's ever
given in before, but this victory, triumph?  I don't know the word, if
there is one, but this, finally giving her what she denied herself, right
in front of me.  No, I can't.  her hands shaking, forcing herself to turn
away, but finally not being able to resist me any longer.

   I'm getting off on it.  I'm sure I'll cum at some point, but i really
want to do her first, I'm just not rushing past this feeling, the win. 
This is my reward, my trophy I'll never get to show off, but I know, I
finally made her give into sin.  Temptation, her shameful desires, for me.
She's probably thinking about hell, I bet, church lady and all.  Sure, I
went to church, but they took me.  The stories just always sounded like
stories to me.  So, why don't we go in on Wednesdays, and read Jack and the
beanstalk?  Why do grownups still believe in fairy tails?  I don't know,
but I bet Janice did to hide from herself.

   Welp, sorry sweetheart.  Welcome to the real world, were we like to feel
pleasure.  Yeah, probably about time to get on that.

   This cunt ain't gonna finger itself off.

   ;

   Janice (FG Introspective.)

   God damn she is so skinny, and petite.  And pale inside the lines of her
summer tan, but that just showed the burning desire for me on her chest.  I
like her chest, the beginnings of mammary development, and can appreciate
them, but once I got my hands on her hips, i didn't want to let go.  "God,
I love your hips!" They're hard, and rigid, like a box, or the corners of
one, though I can't say why that's remotely sexy, only that I don't know
that anything else ever truly was before.

   I have to admit something, and now that i have, I discover things I
never suspected, like the sheer joy of just holding her hips, especially
the diagonal bones in front, and her flat tummy.  The little knot of her
button almost to the surface, then she was on me.  Covering me, her hair
shrouding me in darkness, and ravenous mouth sucking the soul right out of
me.

   "Huhn!" And her hands, squeezing me around her chest, hugging me with my
bosom, and grinding obscenely against me.  I felt her bottom, the muscular
flexing of her buttocks, and just the overwhelming passion of giving into
it.  This, sex.  This is sex.  I had no idea.  With my husband it was all
right.  For a while, there never relly was this passion to begin with, I
got pregnant, and his work was done.  little wonder we grew apart, we
weren't never really together to begin with.  "Ahahaha!"

   Ironically, he always wanted a son, and that was what he always
complained about.

   "Hahn!"

   I always wanted a girl.  I just made the mistake of becoming a mother. I
lied to myself, I didn't want to have a girl, a child, i want her.  "July!"
I held her face out, just to see the happy lust in it.  What I had missed,
all these years denying myself.

   Finally, she had her hand in my underwear.  I squeezed that side, to
press it back around her chest, but at last someone else was touching me,
feeling the dampness between my legs, and the wet hole it came from,
deeper. "AHHHHN!" Her fingers inside me, not so deep, and barely slipping
back out, but "Fuck me!" So hard, and fast she was practically slapping me,
and crushing my pubes on her frantically shaking wrist, forcing the rapture
to burst, and wash over me.  Dragging me down to hell, moaning, and
gasping, wrything in sick pleasure, and burning with steamy lust. 
"OAHHHHHHHH!"

   I almost passed our, "Ngh!" Distantly aware of her fingers slipping out.
"Snh!" the heavy musky stink of my lust, and the fabric snapping back down
over my still quivering privates.  "Hhnhnhnhn!" She felt my tummy, sliding
over my breast to lay back down.  Dragging her hair delightfully over my
shoulder and arm.  brushing her fingertips around my panting tummy, and
bending to kiss, can suckle my nipple again.

   I did, finally drift back off to sleep.  Happy, satisfied for the first
time in my life.  Her cute grunts, and squirming next to me.  Getting off
on what we had just done.

   "Hahnhhhhhh..."

   {Also, sexually selfish.  Narcissists!}

   ;

   Kenny (f-m Tran NS.  tm Mast Fant.)

   Finally, they settled down, but.  I just don't know how to feel about
that.  My mother, and July.  I guess I shouldn't be surprised, they've been
flirting with each other at church for years, it seems, I just didn't
realize when it started.

   At first, she flirted with me.  Thought I was, well.  A lesbian.  I
thought I was gay, a boy, I tried to tell her, but in retrospect July was
the first one that believed me.

   "Okay," she shrugged.  That's it, No Fucks.  It' probably her catch
phrase, as much as she says it.  She doesn't give a fuck, I don't know
where everyone is getting all these fucks from, so they can just give them
away, but i never had one to spare.  She doesn't give a fuck.

   "Huhaha!" I have to laugh, not quietly, since she just gave one to mom.
Good, maybe that will finally make her face facts, and stop being so.

   "Huh!" Okay, let me just say 1 thing: I was born, a boy.  Why I never
really got into the whole God thing, because he made me a boy, and somehow
handed out the wrong body to go with it.  The lord doesn't make mistakes?
Bullshit, but growing up like that, with my mom.

   I can't really hide it any more.  I tried to ignore it, but I'm not a
boy because my dad played catch with me, I played catch with dad because he
wanted a boy, and couldn't see that he got one.  Just like I didn't put on
weight to hide my boobs.  I'm getting them, I hate it, and now my fat chest
just looks like fat, especially with the training bra to flatten them out,
but that's not it.  i told myself that, when really I started hanging out
with July, who eats like a hog by the way, and when I started gaining
weight I noticed.

   Mom stopped looking at me.  The way she still does to other girls, and
you don't think about it.  The pills of plaster on the drip ceiling over my
bed, because it's just there.  I grew up in this house, this room, this
corner with the same drips over my bed for 13 years now, so you don't
really pay attention to it.

   It's just mom.  She looks at girls like that, "My, how you've grown!" To
my cousin, or my older girl cousin, you know, when she started.  Sprouting,
showing, before me, and before July.  She says it Julie, but it's spelled
July, like the month.  Her birthday, but I can't say for sure whether it
was the fat that turned mom off, or July turning her on.  Doesn't really
matter, either way the important thing is I don't even want to look at it.
Much less anyone looking at my body, especially my own mother like some. 
Well, child molester.  Pedo, whatever.  She's not Homosexual, she's,
Pedosexual?

   I really should look some of this up, but every time I think I'm going
to fall asleep, something else comes to mind, and "Huh!" My brain just
isn't going to shut up, and let me sleep.  Tonight, there's just too much,
all at once.  I guess it's nice to think about something else besides being
treated like a girl all the time, but.

   "Yeah." My boyfriend.  That's better, he doesn't "Mind." That i was fat,
and then i told him.  Why I'm so bossy, and dirty, and rough, and, well
boyish all the time.  "I'm not a tomboy, I'm just a boy."

   He doesn't mind, and he lets me jerk him off.

   "Hhhh," Yeah, think about that.  His hardon, and his balls, and the
hairy skin in it.  The warm manly smells, and his grunts.  The hot wet
white splashes when it jumps out, and the sigh of pleasure.

   The warm fuzziness in my head, the relief whenever I get to beat him
off.

   "Hhhhhhh..." I just wish I could do that.

   ;

   {Author here: I imagine it's much the same for a boy in a girl's body. I
used to do the same thing, think about boobs, and hips, but growing them,
when I first started jerking off to sleep.  Not to mention trying to
process the covert incest in my family, or think about something else so I
could sleep, but pseudo-sapphic stories sell better, and I don't write too
autobiographically very well.  Also, if all this introspection and hesitant
conflict is distracting, yes.  It is.  Eventually it will get down to the
purely physical sexual action.  As they work past, or at least accept their
Conflict, but that's the enemy here.  Denial, you'll have to feel it with
them, or go back to searching for a quick stroker.  There's hundreds of
them, on this very site.}

   ;

   July (FGt...  NS Talk Shop.  ...GF Humi Publ Disc Rape.  Seriously,
Trigger Warning.)

   "Hm?" I woke up, pillowed on her chest, my hair, and her soft breast. 
Hugged the other one, and turned to bury my face in the womanly goodness.

   "Oh!" She felt my hair.  "So, it wasn't a dream?"

   "I need a shower." I got up, topless, and tugged my bottoms up to walk
to her bathroom.  Scratching the welt on my thigh from the elastic cutting
into it all night, I stink of stale sex, my mouth tastes like possum piss,
and my hair is wrecked.  "Hihn!" So, cup water out of the sink first, she
really should have another cup by the sink, if she's going to leave one
with her toothbrush in the bottom, with toothpaste residoo.

   "Yeahr!" Stretch, and feel the water, it's starting to steam up.

   Last,

   Night.

   I just fucked Janice!  I mean fucked the hell out of her, twisting my
wrist it still feels a little tired from fingerbanging her until it ached.
I didn't want to stop, but I guess the flesh is weak.  I would have fucked
her all night if I could, it's Saturday, not like it was a school night.

   As for me?  No, I'm good.  Got a quicky in the excitement from the first
time, I don't know if she pretended to fall asleep, and listened?  Or, I
don't care after that first one, I was ready to pop anyway, and I never got
off so fast.  Then I got her granny panties off, so i could really see what
I was doing, and turn my hand sideways to thumb back the hammer like a
cowboy.

   "Fuck you." mlL

   I think I'm going to start giving people 2 fingers now!  "Fuck you."

   "Isn't that like this?" nlm?

   "No, this." mlL, "Is how I Fuck You."

   I got off on it, and it was a good one, but still a distant second to
the satisfaction of what I'd just done.  Took me a couple months, but I
just want to call all my friends and brag.  Take her up on stage, turn on
the microphone in the pulpit, and testify:

   "Her." Point.  "I seduced, and fucked her.  You know Janice?  Well, you
think you do, Jan, but really?  No, you don't know her at all.  She's
totally a creepy pedo-perv, and I just fucked her.  Twice.  Until she
passed out, twice!  She got off on it so hard."

   Janice, "IHIHIHIHNM!" I just fucked Janice!

   "Yeah!" I fucked her!  She didn't fuck me, I fucked her.  That makes me
the Fucker!  The Motherfucker.  Fingerer.  "Hihihn!" I'm the dyke!  I
think, isn't that the difference between a dyke, and a lesbian?  I don't
know, the one that does the fucking.  Obviously not the man in the
relationship, that's guys talking.  They can't imagine two girls without
someone being the man, but i just found out someone has to do the fucking.
I tried it, with other girls, but i never really had sex before.  i even
fucked them, but not like that.  That was sex, my kind of sex, now that i
know who I want.

   Yeah, she's creepy AF, and a church lady, but honestly?  That's what
makes her so hot.  And I was right, even the baggy blouses, and calf length
skirts couldn't hide that banging body.  I want one like that too, some
day, I might even have a kid just to get hips like that, and really finish
out my titties, but for now I can enjoy it.  her, right in front of me, and
in her arms, up to my knuckles in her gash, and her ragged moans.  The
tight gripping at the rim, and softer rippling quivers withing her quim.

   "Hhhhh!" I better wash my hair.  "Snh?" Lavender!

   I don't even have to play with myself any more?  It's like, just
remember her cumming, and I get this nice rush again.  I mean, I'm sure
it'll fade, it's not like it was last night, but i know she'll let me fuck
her again and again.  Maybe even today, if we can get rid of Kenny.  but.

   "Huh!" I forgot about him.  Better rinse off, get dry, and go see how
he's handling it.  Fuck, we were loud.  I mean real, FUCKing loud last
night.  I hope we didn't hurt him.  How could I be so selfish?  I never
wanted to feel guilty about it, she's a grown woman, if anything she should
for lusting after 12 year old girls, but I got so excited I forgot about
him.  I'm sorry, maybe if I had been in his room instead of on the couch.
Well, to start, I think I've graduated to the bed now, but I really need to
think about him, too.

   It's got to be hard enough, for him here.  Especially with his mom, and
now especially knowing I hung out with him to fuck his mother.

   "Huh!"

   Okay!  I guess, I'm.  Glad?  I can apologize later, but they're in the
kitchen.  Dragged a chair into the dining room, and I'd have to yell over
the clippers anyway.  Buzzzzzz!

   Good, that's a boy cut.  So that worked, ooh!  They have some OJ left.

   Zzzzzzzb!  "July?"

   "Kah!" Right out of the carton.  "Sorry." Where's the glasses again? 
Right, by the sink, the one without food in it.

   "Could you go put some clothes on?"

   "Okay," I shrugged, and headed back to the living room.  My bookbag,
stuffed with a spare outfit, and started getting dressed.  I guess I could
fit, any of his clothes, but they'd be baggy.  Probably give the skirts,
and dresses to goodwill, but.  Good for him.  Hope I don't have to stop
fucking his mom, now.

   "So, we're going shopping today." Kenny was grinning like an idiot that
just realized he's gonna get laid.  "Walmart okay?"

   "Target." Duh.

   "Of course." She went to her room, in her nighty.

   "So," I didn't know what to say.

   "I heard you guys fucking last night."

   "I'm sorry."

   "Well?" She thought, "Huh!  I can't complain too much.  You're right,
that obviously brough through to her, so she could accept my gender, and, I
don't know." He thought some more, "I mean, I think.  ?"

   "Well, she's a predator." He nodded, "LOL, I guess the sacrifices i make
to protect the other girls!" Dramatically.  She LOLed back, "But seriously.
Ahehihahn!  I'm so excited!  I know, this is probably disturbing to you,
but i really don't have anyone else to talk about it with, and I feel like
I'm about to burst!"

   "Huh!" He nodded, "It's, okay.  I mean it's wrong, so wrong, but at
least it's out in the open now.  I guess it's kina like my gender, I always
knew, the way she looked out older girls until I started." he squirmed,
uncomfortably, "Bleeding, and growing, and.  Stuff."

   "Yeah, but.  I hate to say it, but that's what's so hot about her.  I
mean, on the outside, she's all prim and proper to hide the sick twisted
pervert she really is inside, so i guess it's like a boy trapped in a
girl's body?"

   "Girls?"

   "Mom!"

   "Sorry, swee', tum." She came out, shaking her head, "What should I call
you?"

   "Kenny?  Or son, you just said sorry, so sorry son?  I heard you say
that to other boys, and I know you're not going to just change your mind
right away, but could you at least work on not misgendering me now?"

   "Is that what it's called?"

   "Yes.  I am transgender.  A transboy, and calling me she, or sweety is
misgendering."

   "All right, I'll work on it, but go ahead and get ready to go."

   "Mom, it's Target.  I can go in my PJs until I have some decent clothes,
just like walmart.  Just let me grab my flipflops, and I'll meet you at the
car."

   "Okay, son." He shook his head, but grinned on his way around to the
stairs, and rubbed the back of his hair.

   "Did you talk to her?"

   "Ahem."

   "Sorry, him about.  Last night?"

   "Come here." I kissed her, felt her sides, and her bra on my chest.  "He
knows.  What you are, and that I'm into it."

   "A lesbian?"

   "No, a child molester.  Can you honestly say you're attracted to women,
either?  Teenagers?" She closed her eyes.  "I know, you're still in denial,
but I want you to do something.  Look at me." She opened her eyes.  "Just
me." I started back, seriously.  "You're my molester.  It's fine, I'm into
it, but I don't want you looking at other girls.  They aren't.  You're
lucky I am, I found you before it built up and made you do something
stupid, but it's not healthy."

   "I know."

   "Then stop it, now let's go get your son some underwear."

   "What?"

   "I have jeans, mom.  Teeshirts?  That's not the problem, all you ever
bought me was panties, and training bras, and they don't feel right."

   "Oh." I turned her, and grinned.  Tilted my head, just enough for her to
take the hint, and kiss me.

   "Gross." I couldn't stop grinning, but it was just a quick peck.

   So anyway, she grabber her purse, and we continued the conversation in
the car.  "At least she can use the restrooms at Target."

   "You're really transexual?"

   "You're really a child molester." Good, got that out of the way, "No,
I'm trans-Gender."

   "What's the difference?"

   "I have to take care of my gender before I can even think about sex."

   "What about your boyfriend?"

   "Sorry," outed her, "Huh!  I had to say something."

   "It's okay.  We're not having sex.  Maybe we fooled around a little, but
he's gay too," she lied, "But I'm not, physically male yet."

   "So, he's going to need a doctor for that."

   "She has.  Sorry, he has a doctor."

   "Yeah, a Gynecologist?  You know how he is, Texas Gynecologist, and WTF
is going to see a man for that anyway?"

   "He was the most qualified."

   "Uh!  Other than being a man?  WTF does he know about periods?"

   "Watch your language."

   "What, the, Fuck?" He shook his head, "I'm thirteen years old, and
you're fucking my 12 year old friend, I think we passed the polite language
when you kissed her right in front of me."

   "Actually, I'm fucking her."

   "What?" In unison!

   "She barely touched me last night.  Just so you know, I'm fucking your
mom, she's not fucking me." Damn, but that felt good!

   "Abgd?" She shook her head, and I had to LMAO a little.

   "Gross." He crossed his arms.

   "Oh, and maybe a binder."

   "What the hell is that?"

   "Language?" I laughed, "Joking, anyway until she gets on the T, growing
breasts is like, torture for her.  It felt like torture for me, and I want
big tits."

   "Her?""

   "Yes, breast tissue.  They're her boobs."

   "Oh," he nodded, "Yeah, so it's like a training bra, but you can order
them online.  I checked, nobody carries them in Waco, but there's a medical
supply place up in Dallas that can get them."

   "Oh."

   We got to the Target on Valley Mills, anyway.  Well, bye Valley mills,
had to cut through, and across Bosque, but you get the idea.

   "Uh!" she rolled her eyes away as soon as he headded up the underwear
aisle.  The boys underwear aisle, WTF?  Okay, she had her heart set on
girl, and though she had one for a dozen years, but still.  It's fresh
clean boxers, and tighty witeys, I'm a little curious about what he'll
pick, but.

   "Come on." I took her hand, "I have to go to the bathroom." Let's see
how liberal their policy is here.  I'm not really, that horny, yet, but her
stuck up disgust at fresh clean boy's underwear, IDKY, it's just.  Not just
her Baptist prudishness, Lake Shore even just became open, and accepting, I
don't know that Pastor Rothaus is gay, but her haircut sure doesn't scream
straight either.  I think they said she had a boyfriend before, but that's
not it.

   I'm all over Janice, because she's so.  Weird about it.  Creepy, and
flipflops between unrestrained lust, then guilty shame.  It's really
fascinating, and I'm still digging through the layers of mystery to find
what makes her tick, but fucking her in the handicapt stall of Target while
her son picks out, and tries on underwear?  Yeah!

   Just lock the stall, after pushing in the doors on the way back, it's a
slow saturday morning, not that I'm an expert on the rushes at Target, but
we are in Waco, and they did just come out against the Bathroom ban for
transpeople.  Trans women, BTW.  Nobody's really upset by the idea of
transboys in the men's room, because they don't exist.  Go ahead, name 1
transman.  Do you have to look him up?  Now, name 2 transwomen.  Right.

   "Bend over." she grabbed the handicap bar, and I felt around her waste,
pressing my hips into her broad mature slacks, and firm ass.  Pulled back
to slip them down, then grabbed her hips hard.

   "Uh!" She jumped, but her head fell, just hung, over the toilet as if to
buke, but I could already smell her.  Stale sweat, she didn't get a shower
this morning, but it was getting fresher by the minute.  "Filthy fucking
pervert."

   "Uhn!" She nodded, and I felt down between us.  Over the seat of her
panties, not the satiny elastic gathered beige granny panties she wore to
bed, but still.  "You need some lingerie, seriously, these look like
something an Amish schoolmarm would wear.  Your sexy ass.  Why do you hide
your sexy ass, you ashamed of it?"

   "No, I."

   "Shut up, I heard enough of your excuses, dyke.  Pedo lesbo freak. 
Creeping on girls in church of all places, thinking such nasty thoughts
under the eyes of God."

   "Hhhhh." She relaxed.

   "God damn you're wet, feel that?" Through the crotch, "Smell that sinful
lust?  Yeah, you're ready for it.  You ready, to get fucked?"

   "Mh!" She nodded.

   "Say it."

   "Myeas."

   "Ask me for it.'

   "Please fuck me, July.  NGH!" Just one.  Slipped in about half way, but
not really a good angle.  "Inh!" She hunched when I pulled it back out.

   "Snh!" I really don't want to get down, on my knees, in the handicapt
stall, but I suck it from my finger just to taste it, run my thumbtip down
my tongue, and feel the lack of an edge.  To my nail, I broke it the other
day, and polished it back, but "Too loose, so try this." Yeah, that's a
better angle.

   "Ngh!" She shivered.  "NahH!" I drove it in.  "Naugh!  Nyah aihn,
NAIGN!" Yeah, all right.  Live and learn, she likes it rough, but "You need
to get me a strapon to FUCH!  You SLUT!  Loose FUCK!  'ng SLUT!"

   "Augh yeah, Uagh, YEAS!"

   "HhHhH!" I held on, covered her mouth, but the door flapped.  Open,
thankfully one of the hinges squeaked.  Then slower, swinging back shut. 
"Sh." She nodded.  "HhH!" I tried to breath quietly.

   'ngh!' My thumb slipped out.

   'you don't want her to hear you.' I rubbed it, the outside.  'catch you
in here, getting fucked by a twelve year old, do you?'

   'snh?'

   "Hhhhn!" A loud gush of urine, from like 4 stalls over, I guess she
hurried to the first one, but she was really shivering now, and I found the
loose skin at the bottom of her twat.  Where the inner lips came together,
I knew her clit had to be in there, but I just rubbed circles around with 3
fingertips.

   "HhHhn." She clenched her eyes.  "Snh?" I pulled her hair, her head up,
to see it.  The orgasm she was fighting in her face, struggling not to
moan, the wetness on my fingertips, rubbing it down to slick it all over
her clit, and skin flaps.  "NHMMMH?" She couldn't hold it.

   "PHBTH!" I made a farting noise with my tongue.

   'hm?' The other end of the stalls, realizing she's not alone.

   "NHHHMN!" Shaking her head, "SNH!"

   "PHBTH!" The tissue dispenser rattled, she must have wiped, hurriedly,
and the stall door slapped open.  Then the sink, but my fingers were
inching faster, harder.  "PHBPBPBPBPBDTP!" To cover her muffled moans, and
gasps sniffed between through her nose, forcing out orgasms until the hinge
squeaked again, so I could pull the crotch out of the way again, twist my
thumb back into her, and bang another orgasm out with my pelvis.  Hammering
her until she fell down, holding the back of her shirt bunched in my fist
to yank her back onto it, and she slipped off.

   "Hhuh uhHhN!" Shuddering wordlessly, trying to pant while I went out. 
Left her there, fucked senseless.  Licked my thumb, before washing it off.
Looked back, but she hadn't even pulled her slacks up.  I couldn't see her
crotch, but she was on her hip, hugging the bowl like a drunk puked out to
dry heaves, trying to breathe.

   "See you at checkout," The hinge squeaked when I pulled open the door.

   Yeah, this is way better then getting fucked.

   "Huh!" Next time I fingerbang her, maybe I can hammer it in with my
knee?

   ;

   {Eddy was there.  The whole time, his wife "Cheated" on him with a
little Korean woman playing a 12 year old girl.  They weren't divorced,
they decided to see other people together.  He's just not in the picture,
because he's behind the camera.  Meanwhile his ex-co-worker/mistress is
writing all this for the stories, and totally not using this access to
molest their children.

   Right?}

   ;

   Jan (GF Rape FB.)

   It was so humiliating, I have no idea why it affected me so, but the way
she.  Just bent me over, roughly pulled down my pants, and yanked the
crotch of my underwear aside.  I went from 0-to-100% like that, in seconds.
Then, I have never been fucked like that.  My ex, was a man, not
necessarily a big strong rough man, but she out fucked him, a 12 year old
girl, brutally.  I wanted more, but then she had to stop.

   That was terrifying.  Even before she started whispering to me, I was
afraid whoever it was would hear her voice, but the very idea of her being
right there.  Maybe 10, or 15 feet away from me.  Bent over, and being
molested, by a 12 year old girl.  Her sex wettened fingertips are what got
me off, but the situation.  Then she left, and she fucked me so hard, I
wanted her to stop, and couldn't say a word.  She didn't cover my mouth, I
just, couldn't talk.  Even after I fell down, when she was washing her
hands, I wasn't even sure where I was, what just happened.

   I never was raped.  I had some friends, they didn't talk about it, I
can't say what that feels like, but I could help but think, that almost
felt like she raped me.  I wanted it, but then I just wanted it to stop,
and she just kept mercilessly fucking me, harder and faster than I thought
possible.  Again, not very deep, her thumb isn't that long, nor even that
thick, who could have thought that a 12 year old girl, or anyone could fuck
like that?

   "HhuhH!" I got cold, shivered, and got up.  Picked the crotch out from
between my thigh, and beside my brutalized sex, then fixed the snap on my
pants.  I caught my breath, felt filthy, desperately wanted a shower, and
stank to high heaven.

   I don't want to go out there, face anyone, after that.  Just the
thought, of that, I know I have to.  The girls don't have any money, and
they'll be waiting for me, I have to, but there won't be any, young girls
out there.  Right?  She saw right through me, I thought if I could ignore
my urges, but no.  I couldn't hide them from anyone else, god I must have
child molester written all over my face.

   Shit, just look down.  They don't know me, and she's too busy holding
something up in front of the mirror.  Not even looking at me, don't look at
me, just hurry up, find the girls, and get the hell out of here!  God, I
can't wait to get home, and wash all this sex sweat off, can they smell it?
What about the girl at the register, fuck it.  "Here," give him my card.  I
forgot, thought the girls, but then I saw him, his haircut reminded me as
much as anything else.

   It felt like a panic attack?  I don't know, I never had those too, but I
had friends, with social anxiety, and I never wondered what that was like.
Now, I just had to get out of there.

   "Huh!  Huh huh huh!" Fresh air, panting like I just run a marathon,
instead of walked halfway out of a department store.

   What have I done?

   All I could think was she didn't wait.

   This was hell, she just didn't wait for me to die.

   ;

   {IDGAF if you don't think that's rape.  You can rape the willing, not
even consciously realizing it, because you lose control, your empathy, and
the victim is somehow unable to talk.  Lack of consent is not consent. 
Even consent isn't carte blanche to force through boundries like that, and
in this case, both of are in DENIAL that it's rape.  Just like every day,
men commit "Not Rape," and women are too scared to admit it, if even to
themselves.  That's what Rape Culture means, it's denial, even when it's a
man raping a woman.  That's why I chose a 12yo girl, because some men read
these stories, or MG stories to stroke off, and don't realize that the vast
majority of them are rape.  Not statutory rape, not just molestation,
outright rape with the pre-pubertal girl gushing like a Kogal in lolicon
Hentai.  If being a 12yo girl isn't an excuse, then buying her a new car on
the First Date don't make it right.  What do you call it when a "Dominant"
doesn't use empathy, assumes he knows what he's doing, ignores repeated
nos, and forces his fantasy on the girl from the hardware store?  I call it
Power Assertive Rape.  (So does the FBI: BAU)

   I read somewhere that Homosexuality is ultimately rooted in Narcissism.
This was a while back, from the same old school neuro-typical
hetero-normative source that came up with "It's not about sex, it's about
control." Well, sometimes that's true, there's an example.  You can't
really Power Assertive Rape without reinforcing your Alpha Male image, any
more than you can Anger Retaliatory Rape without dehumanizing your victim,
behind a dumpster, or in a lady's room stall.  Same place as the bathroom
debate, women HAD a safe place to check their makeup, complain about sexual
harassment without being told #NotAllMen, and maybe cry about being called
slut for meeting the unrealistic standards of beauty.

   Funny, homosexuality is narcissism, but mansplaining about lesbians, and
transsexuals somehow is not.  How exactly did these guys become experts on
rape culture?  The same way a man becomes a gynecologist?  An expert on
periods?  Yes, the characters are fictional, as are the events, but the
world they are set in is not.  Assuming you know anything about women,
lesbos, or child sexuality, because you read other men's pseudo-sapphic
fantasies, and watch porn that doesn't show the lube, nor all the stages of
female arousal is ultimately rooted in Narcissism.  Transgender people just
want to live, while normal people try to make it about sex, resent our very
existence, and pass (Ex post-facto) laws so that we can not have laws
written about us in defiance of the 1st amendment: Thou Shalt Not Make
Religious Law, Congress.

   Because it doesn't go without saying, and I don't see anyone else
writing about it.}