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 {This one starts before, and skips past the events in \Parent
Directory/Intersex.  Before, and after she's exposed to a
pseudo-hermaphrodite.  I'll let you know in the chapter break, but they're
not long enough to publish separately, nor alphabetically.
TW: g/b Piss, Mole, GD Cani Best, Tran...}

   Flashback (gb Piss Mole Worm Best)

   Ask me about my first time, and I'll ask you "Which one?" One of many,
the myth here is that that Virginity is a thing.  1 thing, first you're a
virgin, then you aren't.  My first sexual experience wasn't really sexual.
I was too young, he was too.  Just a boy I met, and played with.  Out in
the woods, he liked boy games.  Swords, and Guns with sticks, and rocks,
camping, and fishing.  A webelo, that's like brownies for boy scouts, and I
suppose he was my first best friend.

   So anyway, we went fishing by the creek, or play fishing cause it's too
small to have fish, but I guess the sound got to us.  I had to pee, but he
just got up, pulled down, and peed.  In the water.  I held it, because I
didn't want to get up.  Stop drowning worms, we had a bucket of dirt to
fish them out of, and a trowel from mommy's garden to dig them up.  I seen
it before, but this time, I giggled.  "It looks like a worm!"

   He looked down, still pissing, I guess he drank a lot, I don't remember,
but it swelled.  When the pee came out, then it shrank back so the skin
wrinkled, and he shook it off.  We're that kind of friends.  He saw me pee
too, and looked at my privates, I guess he was like the brother I never
had, but the same age.  The same class, before the summer, when we could go
out all day.

   I loved him.  Even back then, I thought when I grew up he might kiss me,
marry me, and we'd have kids together.  We didn't even play just boy games,
he was cool enough to play house, with dolls, and we skipped Doctor,
because we already knew what we looked like, naked.  Swimming together, so
when it came time to pee, he just pulled it out, and peed.  I couldn't do
that, I had to squat, being a girl, and I guess I was a little jealous.  He
made it look easy, but he held me when I squatted so I didn't fall in the
creek, and then I just pulled my pants up.

   That's it, it wasn't my first time.  Then we're walking back, he carried
the poles, and I carried the bucket of dirt.  Mom's bucket too, with the
trowels, and the worms, I think that's when I told him about mommy, and
daddy.

   I caught them, having sex.  Not at night, I went out to play, then I
went back to get something, but I saw it.  All of it, mommy fucking him, in
his lap on the couch, right down to what went in where when she pushed up.
I heard it too, but I didn't know what they're doing, at night.  Until I
saw it, I didn't even know it was sex.  Just the noises they made when they
did it, we're kids, they're married, they had sex, and hid it from us.

   But, I told him that, and whatever his exact words, the reaction was
"Ew!" Gross, I think it was the pee thing.  That's what those are for,
peeing, and I didn't see if mommy was wet, but I heard it.  Sneaking off,
to grab something or other, it sounded wet.  "Splop splop splop.  Uhn!"

   So, he didn't want to play it, because pee is gross, but we got a good
laugh, and got home before dark.

   Yeah, it was all the same day.  He wanted to go fishing, so I went home
to get the pail, and trowel.  In to ask permission, but they were busy, so
I didn't ask.  She let me borrow them all the time, I just had to put them
back, but she didn't need them for gardening.  She was busy, making love to
daddy while they had the house to themselves.

   So, I got home, and dumped the dirt in the garden, because mom told me
she likes the worms.  They aerate, and fertilize the soil, and I had to put
them up anyway.

   Now I remember him, looking back in the twilight, with his fishing
poles, and overalls.  He had to pull down to pee, and his worm.  I know
where that goes, and I had a big fat worm to take in, and wash off in the
sink.  I thought about him, while the wet worm squirmed and wiggled inside
me.  It felt neat, the neatest thing, and I didn't get off, but it tickled.
I giggled, and even made those "Uh!  Uhn!" noises like mom.

   Then I got some dirt, and sawdust, a little water bowl for the beach
bucket, and kept some.  Pet worms, the biggest I could find, to play with
when mommy and daddy fucked at night.  That's how I learned about sex,
because my boyfriend didn't want to, he thought it was gross.

   In retrospect, that's probably where I got my tentacle fetish, then we
got a computer, and I discovered porn.  My dad downloaded it, and had
folders, but you know.  Normal stuff, pictures of naked ladies, and guys
fucking them, big boobs, just on his work computer, instead of magazines,
or videos.  Pretty much the same, but I caught him, then found his folders.
It took me years to find where he got them, and then I started searching
for my own.

   I erased them.  Just downloaded them, watching the Nike swoosh around
the big blue [N].  This should tell you it was a while ago, when you had to
download pictures to see them, and it was Netscape or AOL, before AOL
bought Netscape, and it was Dialup, or go somewhere there's a better
connection.  Like a college, or a corporate Server.  He worked at a
corporate sever, or a terminal when he got home in Unix, and had Netscape
for other stuff, like downloading pictures.

   And an animated Gif.  1, it was a big deal, but riding him on the bed.
So you could see her boobs shake, in a loop, it was hypnotic to watch.  It
even said Animated, in the file name, so I looked for that, and that's how
I found 4chan.  And anime, cartoons with impossible stuff like shape
changers, magic, and monsters.  And aliens, with tentacles.

   Call it kharma I guess, but mom caught me.  Not at the computer, but in
bed, stuffed full of worms because I got bigger, and it took a bunch to
fill me up with squirming worms, but just like the picture I saw.  Another
Animated Gif, I guess cut from an anime, you couldn't watch full Ecchi
movies here, because we didn't have Torrents, nor the bandwidth to really
download them.  Just mainstream movies like Sailor Moon, with all the
Hentia cut out, and dubbed for afterschool kids.

   But anyway, that was my favorite.  A censored pussy, but you could see
her legs, and tentacles bursting out to wriggle like my worms until it
stopped, and started over.  Not where I got the idea, because they looked
like willies, but then I saw it, and thought I'm not the only one that
liked it.  Rule #34, the inverse of which is someone out there is into it.
I was, and just that 1 picture told me it wasn't just me.

   But mom walked in on me, and got pissed, and threw out my pet worms. 
Told me never to do it again, but then we got a puppy.  A terrier, tiny
little thing, but she grew up, and the next year she went in heat, so mom
had to tell me why she was backing up to the fence for the dog next door to
sniff her with a big red hardon.  By then, I was over the worms, and
starting to find the darker parts of the internet.  Darker than 4chan,
Something Awful, and Sickestsites.com.  On that there was this 1 story,
about a girl that smothered kittens with her pussy to get off on it.  And
boys hampster bagging, and my friend.

   My boyfriend.  I started growing up, and orgasming, with my fingers, and
licking barbie to fuck her with my legs, but before Shatzie went in heat,
he stopped thinking it was gross, and I gave him a blowjob.  Boys, he
didn't, rape me, but he choked me on it, and pulled my hair when I tried to
pull away, and made me swallow it.

   Okay, yeah.  He raped me.  I didn't think, that's what it was, because
even legally it's defined as sex, and oral isn't sex.  Legally, in our
state it was still sodomy, and I was as guilty as him, but I was into it.
It was naughty, and secret, and sex.  I wanted to have sex, but he raped
me, and got off in my mouth before he even got my underpants off.  I knew
what rape was, or thought I did, from reading stories, and gaspers on that
old Asphyx site I can't remember what it's called.  Dolcette, but it was
just like that girl with the kittens, smothering them with her pussy.

   Fantasy, right?  But, since I didn't know it was rape, maybe Aspyx, but
the girls in those pictures liked it, or pretended to like it, and die. 
Well, I started hurting myself.  Not cutting, choking myself, like the
suffocation girls, smothering my face in my pillow to get off.  I did, get
off on it, and gasping for air made the orgasms so much more powerful with
the rush of oxygen.

   "You don't do that, any more."

   "No, I had a bad scare, and mom found me.  Passed out, with a wire
around my neck.  I didn't do any hanging, I knew I could die, from the
stories, but I fantasized about it.  I just pulled it tight, so I could
breathe and the blood keep pumping when I let go, or if I passed out."

   "Good, cause that's dangerous."

   "I know?  My dad showed me, stories, but news stories about Accidental
Autoerotic Asphyxiation, and I had no idea.  That gasper site, they didn't
talk about that.  Oh yeah!  Necrobabes, that was the one."

   "Necrophiliacs?"

   "Well, fantasy, but they showed the fantasy, it's not really.  The same
girls over and over, how many times can you snuff the same girl?  Call it
the 8mm rule, It's fake, but they didn't ever mention the risks.  Not just
passing out, but brain damage, or you can get a heart attack, but."

   "So like Suicidegirls."

   "No, that's social networking, and Goth.  Necrobabes was a porn site,
and mostly gasper fantasy, pretend choking, and playing passed out, or
dead, for their boyfriends and girlfriends.  I didn't know, but now.  I
think I did, want to die, because I was raped, but I didn't know."

   "There there, it's all right."

   "Hin, I'm sorry."

   "No, it's all right.  Huh!  It hurts, but we had to do this.  Honestly,
I was going nuts wondering, and trying to figure it out, and I'm glad we
did this.  I love you, and I worry about you, but I had no clue how you
could have gotten like this."

   "I'm not, I'm not any more.  I was, but I don't even want to do anything
sick like that, any more since I met you.  I know, that's how I know I have
you to thank."

   "I'll miss you."

   "I'll miss you too, but for now, just hold me?"

   "Okay."

   ;

   Tony (i Solo Best Worm.)

   I did miss her, but 1: We tried everything.  In a summer, it's amazing
how much we did before it got old, and normal, for us.  Someone like me, I
had to find my own normal, and she helped me most of all discover my
sexuality.  It would have taken years to figure out myself, and I thanked
her for that.  2: I can't concentrate on school, and her, at the same time.
For the first time in my life, I failed, out of summer school, because all
I could think about is getting out, and going back to her.  And 3: I need a
boyfriend.  We did everything I could with another girl, but she discovered
she's not straight.  Not really gay either, beyond that, but mostly things,
and not people.  Definitely not guys, and now I know why.

   Well, not everything.  Everything I could bring myself to,
realistically, without abusing anyone, or getting hurt.  She had to stop,
because she hurt herself, and she got hurt.  Raped, then strangled herself,
because she couldn't face that, or really kill herself.  She tried to, made
the preparations, even wrote notes, but she could never do it.  Anything,
not even cut herself.  She wanted to, but she couldn't bring herself to do
it.  So, instead she risked accidental death.  Couldn't actually put the
noose around her neck, but could choke herself, unconscious, to play dead.
I had to research it, on a Masochistic forum I read stories of guys,
mostly.

   The way I understand it, they can't cut, because it's not manly.  Girls
do that, and they can't play masochist, because again, guys are the top. 
It's sexism, ultimately.  Boys don't cry, cut, or let their girlfriends tye
up and whip them.  So, they do other things, risk injury, play violent
sports, fight club stuff only instead of bare knuckle boxing for an
Anarchist delusion.  I've seen videos of them in basements, Extreme
Westling, with bats, and broken glass, barbed wire, because if you get cut
up, you didn't cut yourself.  It's manly.  Then they find sites like
Hurtme.org, and discover that there's no shame in something like femdom, or
being gay.

   Or, they participate in college hazing, possibly rape to reassert their
manhood.  May even be found, dead, hanged with their privates tied up so
they stay hard, but don't orgasm from it.  The lucky ones, like me, find a
girl that's not afraid to hit them, and a sexual outlet for our angst. 
It's tough, for everyone.  Boys, and girls, it was for me too, and I blamed
a lot of it on my congenital disorder.  When really it's always something.
Smothered by mom, or neglected.  Dad cheats, or just left.  If you're not a
slut you're a prude, guys don't know how to talk to girls, because they
don't teach that, so they chase them, and pull their hair.  And girls get
raped, all the time, the first time because coach taught them that the
hymen is your virginity.  You have to break it to make her a woman.

   That's Normal.

   The myth is that normal is good, and everything else is sick.  The truth
is everything is sick.  All of it, people try to cope by conforming, being
as normal as possible so they're teased for growing breasts, instead of
being a freak.  It took me all summer to learn this too.

   But now, school's starting up, I'm a freshman again, only now I'm living
as a male.  I'm not, but those are the choices.  [x] M, or [ ] F.  There's
no Other: I'm an other, but you have to pick one when you sign up.

   New school, too.  Because of that little stunt I pulled in Health class
before the final.  How we met, or really talked to eachother, instead of
trading insults, and finally falling in love.  It couldn't last, but we had
that summer where I grew up, and I will treasure it, always.  However, it's
no longer new, and exciting.  That's her sexuality, new and different, and
we grew past that.  So, we decided to break up, and move on with our lives.
Started fighting, that's not a good sign.  It started affecting us in bed
too, so we wanted to try things, I wasn't ready for.  Bondage, all right.
But then humiliation role-play, whipping, burning...

   That's why we tried things, to see what to keep, and what to throw out.
I don't want to do that, but cupping.  I still like that.  Let me explain,
for one thing there's nothing we tried I can't do alone, except bondage. 
That's dangerous, you need someone to cut you free if nothing else. 
However, my favorite so far was the beaker.  A real one, pyrex so it
doesn't shatter like a cheap cigar tube when you heat it up.  Also, we got
some cuts, a real bad welt inside when the balloon burst, and snapped back
inside me.  Don't try it with cheap balloons, that hurts like hell.  A real
turnoff.  However, with real chemistry lab quality glass, pyrex, you can
heat up the air so when it contracts, it sucks against your skin, like a
suction cup.  I suppose that's why it's called Cupping.

   Also, we can't get real sex toys.  Dildos, her mom threw her's out,
because it's the only way to keep her from stealing them, and using them on
herself.  So, she improvized, and she started abusing herself until she got
past that.  Call it a phaze, but dangerous if you get to the point of
strangling yourself unconscious with a lamp wire.  However, I could fuck
her, with the pyrex beaker cupped over my clit like a penis pump.  Also,
that suction feels incredible, I can cum just from that, and the fucking
action also stimulates the cum right out of me.

   "Huh!" I miss her.  So, make that 2 things I can't do without her, but I
can still get off on cupping, and use that to get wet enough to fuck
myself. For a while that was my tenticon, though.  Playing The Man, in our
little lovemaking scenes.

   And then, it rained.  Summer was over, it came back as it does every
year, the grass went green again, and the mud.  Well, now you know why she
had a mud room.  That, and her mother gardens.  And hates doing the floors
especially after bending over the flower beds all day.

   And, the worms came out.  So, I thought it's not really like bestiality,
right?  I missed her, and they're not like, Animal animals.  Yeah, Animal
Kingdon, but I thought dogs, and horses, and stuff aren't sexy.  It's
disgusting, it's weird, and different, but disgusting.  Even she said the
fur is more trouble than it's worth, but it kept happening.  It kept
raining, getting muddy, and the earthworms kept coming out.  So, I gave up,
it was the one thing I still didn't understand, and I tried it.

   I love it.  I still do, I understand now why this is her tenticon.  I
never fished, I wasn't a boy.  I was even less of a boy growing up, as a
little girl, but that fall, whenever it even got cloudy, every overcast
day, every time I heard thunder, and every single time it started to rain,
I got excited.  I still do, because that means mud, puddles, and big fat
squirming undulating earthworms to stuff myself full of, and squirm me to
squishy grunting disgusting alien orgasms.  It's not my tenticon, it's just
tenticon, not some Japanese drawing of wide eyed girls with smudges for
noses, it's not even Animal, it's alien, and I love it.

   I have her to thank for that too.

   I don't have a favorite, I have 3.  The beaker, the dry balloon, and now
tenticals.  Worms, I even look at exotic ones, online.  South American
"Anaconda Worms" as big as dicks with thick rings, eels, and porn online.
Because she's right, there's porn of it, and someone else out there is into
it.  No exceptions.

   I'm weird, I'm just not ashamed of it any more.

   ;

   Izzy {fdom}

   "Uh!" Ever since the movies came out, now all the girls have Twilight
shirts, and wearing gold glitter spray, so they look like Vampires in the
sunlight.  "So over it."

   I mean every last one, at least I'm still popular, since I actually know
what I'm talking about.  I read them last year, and TBPH her best book is
The Host.

   So much for finding another girlfriend, but you know what?  I'm not a
lesbian.  I was starting to turn into a manhater, because I trusted a boy
once, and he raped me instead of breaking my heart, but I don't want to be
goth.  Now all the girls are either Twilight vamps, Emo, or fucking
Christians.

   There's some cool boys left, though.  Apparently Twilight is a girl
thing, thank god, because Edward Cullen is a fucking ephebophilic Power
Reassurance stalker, and at least Underworld has some fetishwear in it.  I
like Latex instead of Vinyl, but I'd rather hit Trinity anyway.

   Oh yeah, and The Matrix.  Still a big thing, even though it's 1 good
movie, and 2 steaming dumps on the fans to make it a trilogy.  I don't
know, maybe an elf?  Yeah, maybe an elf.

   "Are you a boy, or a girl?"

   "Uh?" Legolas, and, what's her nuts.  The Rivendel horse fucker, in love
with Strider?  Armageddon chick, Aerosmith's daughter.  "No?"

   Good answer.  "Nice shirt." I set down my backpack, and sat down.  "I'm
Izzy."

   "Hey, aren't you the one that went out with that tranny chick last
year?"

   "Uh!" I don't even know where to start with what all's wrong with that
question.  "No," 1 "Don't say tranny, that's offensive." 2 "Don't say
chick, that's sexist." 3 "They're not transgender, they're intersex, and."

   "What's intersex?"

   "Good question." Loooong answer, "Huh, why.  Are you transgender?"

   "I don't know, maybe?  Huh, I found some, movies online."

   "Transgender movies."

   "Shemales."

   "Porn, is the worst possible sex education there is." 4 "It's
Transperson, or Transwoman, not shemale, ladyboy, or, whatever else they
call them in porn.  You taking health?"

   "Not yet, gym."

   "Well, that's the second worse sex education there is." I already had my
notebook out, to a clean page, so I started writing.  "Here's some
websites, where you can learn, and possibly find help, in deciding if
you're gender disphoric, or otherwise transgender." PFLAG, umm.  Scribble
down a few more, and tear off the sheet.  Look up at the clock, but the
bell's going to ring.  "You got plans, after school?"

   "A game."

   "You're not in sports." And none of the teams are even trying out yet,
And he's a freshman anyway.

   "No, D&D, but I can skip it." He shrugged, "We play it all the time."

   "With dice, and.  Dossiers?" He laughed.

   "I always play girls." He tucked the sheet in a flap, and showed me. 
"This is Araneth." Yup, elf.  He's elfsexual.

   "Wizard?" Staff.

   "Battlemage." And sword.

   "Huh!" The bell rang.  "See you later."

   "Where?"

   "Whataburger?" Right by the strip mall, or in the corner of that parking
lot.  "You can buy me dinner." I stopped, turned on my heel.  "Better yet,
how bout bye the dumpsters." Pointed, past the food line, and the
dishwasher, towards the back doors.

   "Okay."

   Music to my ears, "Uh!" Chemistry, but maybe I can swipe a beaker.  Who
knows, we might need it!

   Speaking of which, she's right.  This Testosterone really helped my
libido.  Stopped taking it, once her testes kicked in, but because the
levels dropped in her blood tests, his doctor kept proscribing it.

   So, I can't take sports either, until it's out of my system.  Give it a
few weeks, which should be in time to sign up for wrestling.

   And it's hard to concentrate, but now at least I have someone else to
think about.  "Himn!" He's tall, and pretty, even looks elven, and his long
straight blond hair.  Not like a metalhead, or even really a girl.  Like an
elf, in a gold LotR teeshirt, and bluejeans.  I hope he has a nice ass, but
the most beautiful crystal blue eyes, and trans-curious.  Near as I can
tell.

   "Isabella?"

   "Izzy."

   "Sorry, Izzy.  You know the answer?" I looked up, at the board where she
was pointing.

   "Nitrogen?"

   "Yes, very good."

   Shrug, chemistry.  Easy, barely have to pay attention.

   "Now, metalloids behave like Alkali metals in aqueous solutions.  For
example, Ammonium..."

   ;

   Aaron (tf Roma Fant Dom BJ)

   "Huh!" I can draw, and keep notes together.  Normally, but today I'm
spending a lot more time on Her.  "Izzy." Like Is he?  There's another one,
One Steve rule I guess, but he's like a metalhead.  She's.  Different?  I
don't know, girls that well.  I can never get brave enough to go talk to
them, I don't know what to say but she came right up and talked to me. 
Just like we're friends, about regular stuff, but I always wanted a friend
like that.

   Not like a girlfriend.  A girl, to talk to, the boys talk about the
#Freindzone online, like it's a Trap.  Well, Bailey Jay is a Trap too, and
I like that.  I do, I'm jealous because girls don't have to.  Do that, they
can just walk up and talk to guys, because they're beautiful.  They don't,
to me, or it never happened before, but I always dreamed.  Of one,
beautiful girl like her.  She is, quite lovely.

   I like her hair, I don't know if it's Punk, certainly not goth, or emo,
but dark.  Brown, not black, she doesn't die it neon colors either, but
it's real short on the sides.  Both sides, not shaved, but short, like a
brush or fur, maybe she's a furry?  I don't know, but long on top, and in
back, not in bangs, but she just tucks it behind her ears, or sweeps it
back, saw it tied up a few times.  I noticed her, that haircut is original,
at least, I never saw another like it, and it just looks good, on her face.

   Her jaw, almost pointed chin, but deep corners and angular.  More like a
pentagon, point down with her hairline.  "Huh!" Kind of like Sokka, only
grown out, on the sides.  And tan, very nice summer tan, but not like dark
skin.  White features, and the most beautiful dark brown eyes like bowls
when she's not squinting, or frowning.  She looks mean, or mad, most of the
time, but then she smiled at me, and laughed, and joked, and she has the
most beatiful smile.  A little crooked, but I like it.  Thin lips on the
left, but thicker on the right, 1 dimple, and the corner of her mouth
doesn't come out as far on that side.  Until she smiles, and the dimple
pops in.  It straightens out her mouth, it's weird, but she's pretty
scowling, and sneering at people, but then she smiles, and.

   "Hh!" She's even more beautiful.

   And a terrific figure.  She dresses down, in a sweater vest, in August,
but even with the baggy clothes I bet she could wear aything, and it would
look fantastic.  Baggy jeans too, ratty in the back, but not dragging the
floor.  When she walked off, I saw why.  She had heels on, nice high heels,
but not for fashion, because she wore long baggy boot cut jeans to hide
them.  She just wore high heels, and walked real well in them.  If I had
shoes like that, I wouldn't hide them.  Great hips, she covers up, because
that sweater hangs down, so loose, but I saw them when she walked.  Like a
dancer, I could almost hear the beat, and remembered the rythm of her
heels, fading into the white noise of the lunchroom, but it kept beating in
my mind, until my pulse matched it.

   But, she's not like other girls, she doesn't care.  I can tell, she's
not trying to look beautiful, or fashionable, you'll never see her in a
Twilight teeshirt, probably because her name is Isabella, and all the girls
seem to be into that new Young Adult fantasy or Harry Potter now.  Or
makeup, she doesn't need it, any of it.  Even dressed down, except for the
heels, I wonder if she just likes shoes, too?  "Yeah," I bet she's got
beautiful feet, too.  Socks, or stockings?  Under jeans, I'm guessing
socks, but wouldn't that be sweaty with the sweater, and her bare tanned
arms look so muscular.

   Other girls try to hard to be girls.  She's not trying to be a boy, I
bet she just sees past the sexist bull, but she's not.  Well, I don't know,
I don't really know much about her.  I heard, a lot of things, but they
were wrong about her boy/girlfriend.  They weren't even friends last year,
but they went out over the summer, after he told the whole school he was a
boy.  I looked up Intersex, and talked to Coach Chalmers, since she had
them last year.  She teaches Health, so she explained he was a boy, but was
born looking superficially female, because of an estrogen exposure.

   Lucky guy.  Turns out nobody noticed until he didn't start puberty, and
went to the doctor.  That's all she could say, but she showed me.  A
letter, giving her permission to use him as an example in Health class. 
Anonymously, but she said this year she's devoting more of the curriculum
to Homosexuality, Transgender, and Intersex.  Which turns out meaning just
born different from completely male, or completely female.  I'm jealous,
but he has a great friend, girlfriend in Izzy.  I'd love a girlfriend like
that, some day.  One that understands that there's more than just the
extremes of sex, you don't have to Be A Man, the way those mean men's
right's activists talk about.

   Boys can feel, and be pretty.  Even wear makeup, and nice shoes, pretty
clothes, and underwear.  Look around, nobody's paying attention.  This
stretch lace rolls up, but I can just pull my belt over it to flatten it
back out.  My foot fell asleep, so I put it down, and flexed some feeling
back in it before I put the other one up.  Under the desk, and squeeze my
thighs together.  I hate these shoes.

   I noticed her, especially with that haircut.  I had hoped, but I never
truly believed she would ever notice me.  But I'm fine with the friendzone,
I just someone to talk to, and she has a boyfriend.  I don't want to be her
boyfriend, if anything, I'd rather be the girlfriend.

   Besides, she doesn't have a dick.  A girl can dream, though.

   Finally, the bell rang, so I could go out, and meet her.  Behind the
lunch room, over by the dumpsters, the cooks and servers were already done,
so the doors were locked, and I had to go around, but I found it.

   "What took you so long?"

   "Sorry, I couldn't find it."

   "Well," she pulled my shirt, and kissed me.  "Don't leave me waiting
again." She smiled, laughed, so I laughed too, and she's tall in those
heels.  She bit her lip, "Back up."

   "Okay?" She felt down my shirt, and pulled it up.  Against the wall,
between the dumpsters, she squatted down, and unbuckled my belt.

   "Keep an eye out."

   "Okay." I looked around, but there's nothing back there.  Just a fence.

   "Ooh!" She felt down the front of my underwear.  "Nice!"

   "Uh, you mean the underwear, or."

   "Nice panties." She pulled them down, shrugged.  "A dick is a dick."
Licked her lips, but I looked around.  "Mmh!"

   "Uh!" I felt her hair.  "Oh!" It's so soft, especially on the sides.

   "Smp, Sh!"

   "Okay." I held my breath.  "Uh, someone's comming."

   "Mhm" She stood up.  wiped her mouth, and leaned in.  "Smq," kissed me,
and held my pants up.  One handed, the other one pulling me, slowly, in her
wet fingers.

   "Snh!  Hhhh!"

   "They gone?"

   "I think so."

   "Good." she went back down, "Tell me if someone else comes, before you."

   "Okay, ohhhhh!"

   "Mhm!"

   "Huh!"

   She sucked it out, and swallowed it all.  Pushing me back, so hard it
flattened my butt against the painted cinder blocks, but nobody else came,
before me.

   "Uh!  Hhhhh!"

   "Smwuip!" She kissed me, and I tasted it.  On her breath, in her mouth,
her tongue feeding me it like a soft wet living spoon, while she fixed up
my pants.  "Smoq!" Patted them.  "Come on, let's go grab a burger."

   "Okay." She took my hand, and led me off to the Whataburger.

   "So, you're in an open relationship, with." I forget his name, they
called her Betty.

   "Tony?  No we broke up."

   "Why?"

   "We did everything, and they don't have a dick."

   "Oh, okay."

   "So, you're a transvestite?"

   "I don't know.  Sometimes I feel like a guy, and sometimes like a girl.
I like pretty clothes, and shoes, and feet."

   "Fetishist?"

   "Oh yes." Definitely, "Not the clothes, or the underwear, just the
shoes, and feet."

   "You give a good footrub?  Because these are killing me."

   "Yeah, I got my technique down and everything.  Don't be tickling, or
nothing."

   "Hehahah!  Pulp fiction?"

   "Yeah, Jules.  I'm an Alloosionist!" Waved my hands mysteriously.

   "Hahah!  You're funny."

   "So, you don't have a boyfriend any more."

   "Well, maybe." She rubbed my but.  "There is this one guy, I've been
looking at.  Tall, blond, pretty?"

   "Well, if you want, I'd rather be your girlfriend."

   "Okay, you're on!"

   "Okay, then you can buy me a burger." She just laughed.

   ;

   Izzy (ft CD Frot...)

   So, she's different!  Nice long dick, they didn't cut the head off, so
it's like a clit hood.  Should have no trouble whatsoever pushing into my
cervix, but he wants to play the girl?  "Okay." Black lace panties, lace
trim, and everything.  So, I bought her a burger, fries, and a coke.  I see
what they mean, it's really great to be the guy.  Too bad I'll never be
mistaken for a boy in a hardware store, because I don't have the body.  I
have this one, and I love it.  Wouldn't mind the dick, but even with them
gone, I just keep learning from them.

   That was my summerschool, I learned more over the last 3 months than a
whole semester of Health.  Probably because HS Health is bullshit, but I
hear Coach is changing the course.  Tony talked to her, wrote to her,
cleared up a few things so she can take out the various pictures of
different kinds of hymen perforations, and teach that Imperforate is a
birth defect.  Not normal.  Then, maybe she can replace them with different
kinds of clitorus, Consent, and how to find the Graffenberg gland.

   Adding Trans, and Intersex.  Good.  Maybe Erin can stand up and give a
presentation, later.  Next semester, when they have Health instead of gym.

   Nerdy.  Elf nerd, we talked about Fantasy instead of Fantasies, in
public after all.

   "Yeah, I went through the Twilight phaze early."

   "Before it was cool."

   "No, you're a hipster!"

   "No, you are!" We LOLed.  "I like the classics.  Tolkien of course, but
also Burroughs, Herbert.  Star Wars..."

   "So, Science fiction, too."

   "Well, Science Fantasy.  Star Wars for instance starts with A Long Time
Ago in a land.  Ahem!" Coughed dramatically, "Galaxy far away.  It's a
fairy tale, you have magic knights, swash buckling, the black lord of sith,
and magic.  They call it the force, but it's just magic.  Some people can
use it, others don't, it surrounds, and penetrates all life, and binds the
universe together."

   "So, really it's about magic." I guessed.

   "Yeah, because magic makes anything possible."

   "Yeah, that's why I got into Anime, it's a cartoon, so they can do the
impossible."

   "Like what?"

   "I'll show you later.  You draw." Real good portrait.  Sketch, but
remarcably good for being from memory, while taking notes in History.

   "Yeah, I like to.  It helps me get things out of my head where other
people can see them."

   "That why you play a mage?"

   "Battlemage!  She's a badass, but that's why I love Leia, and Marion."

   "Who's that?  Maid Marion from Robin Hood?"

   "Sorry, One Steve Rule.  No, Marion Ravenwood from Raders of the Lost
Ark?"

   "Okay, yeah.  That's magic."

   "At the end, not too out of place for a typical deizelpunk adventure
pulp."

   I just let that go, "What about her?  I mean, she's not a princess, but
still got kidnapped, and rescued."

   "Well, I loved that dress, even as a little." He stopped, looked around,
"Kid, but look at her first scene, all right?  She drinks a Sherpa under
the table, and yeah Indie shows up to save her from Sie Nazis, but then,
she dukes it out, drunk, stops for a drink, but holds her owns with a man,
Indiana Jones in a gunfight against sherpas, and Nazis."

   "Yeah," I do remember that.  She threatens that little creep for
disrespecting her in her own bar, after telling him to take a hike, in
Nepal, and dukes it out in the resulting barfight.  "Until I get my money
back, I'm your goddamned partner!"

   "Exactly.  No reason a woman can't be a badass.  Leia took a blaster
bolt to the shoulder, played wounded, then Out Shot Han Solo in the
resulting firefight." Watch it again, Return of the Jedi.  Yeah he has to
turn around, but she kills more Storm Troopers, 3-2, wounded.

   "You any good at swordfighting?"

   "I have done a lot of LARPing."

   "What's that?"

   "Live Action Role Play.  Like D&D with boffer swords instead of dice."

   "Oh, like cosplay?"

   "That too, it's why I got into D&D." She didn't say it, but so he can
play a girl.  A half-elf girl, incidentally Araneth is what would happen if
Gandalf, and Galadriel had a secret lovechild.  Sword, and staff
battlemage, in high heels.

   So, we finished up, pitched our trash, and went to his house.

   "Hey mom," right around the corner, "Izzy and I are going out to LARP."

   "Okay," he went out to the garage, but his mom stepped in front of the
door in an apron.  "Izzy, is it?"

   "Yes?" Incidentally, I see why she came up with that lineage.  Her
mother looks like Galadriel, in an apron.  "I'm his girlfriend." He in
front of the muggles, or whatever they're called in Middle Earth.  I just
watched the movies.

   "Well!" her eyes widened, "About time he gave his heart to someone.  You
will not break it." Also, she was his first DM.  Make that 2nd generation
nerd, and yes, his father has a long grey beard.

   "May I pass?" I'm not a Balrog here.  The garage door was up, and he was
carrying out a big army duffel full of foam.  And duct tape, and PVC pipe.
Not like fetish PVC, just plain white plastic plumbing.

   "So," I caught up, "First you need a character."

   "Give me that," I slapped his ass, "My girl doesn't carry the swords
around like a caddy." It's very light, just bulky, I fit the strap across
the middle of my sweater.

   "What's with the sweaters?" Why does everyone ask that?

   I shrugged, "Uh, I like them?"

   "It's to hide your body huh?"

   "Uh!?" I laughed, "I also like the way they feel?"

   "You got anything on under it?"

   "Yeah, a bra."

   "Okay, well I'll call it chainmail."

   "Okay?"

   "That means you can take a hit to the torso."

   "Okay, what about you?"

   "No armor, so I can use Magic.  Set them down." I did, so she could pull
out her staff, and sword.  "Okay, this is an Estoc, so I can only score a
damaging hit on a stab.  However, it's +1 against mail, so it stabs right
through it." He poked me, gently in the tummy.

   "That doesn't count!"

   "Well, pick a weapon."

   "Okay," I dug through the toys like a golf bag, and picked a long
2-hander.  She stepped out, to take some practice swings.

   "Now, for training, I won't use magic.  That way you don't have to learn
my spellbook, but get used to it.  Is that a doppelhander, or an Estoc?"

   "I don't know?"

   "It's your sword, so you can choose." It's like a cross, wrapped in
foam, and tape, with a long handle.

   "What's the difference?"

   "A doppelhander is shaprpened, so you can cut with it, but it doesn't
get the bonus in a stab."

   "So an Estoc is like a rapier, but 2 handed."

   "Hand and half, but yeah.  Basically a giant stiletto."

   "Okay, so 2 handed sword." Translation: doublehanded, or Doppelhander
in, German?

   "Okay, I'll take defense, so you attack."

   "Hrah!" Baseball swing, or softball.  No, baseball, I'm a dude.

   She held up the staff, high in front, and just planted it.  On the
ground, just like Gandalf.

   THUNK!

   "Good." Held the sword back, ready to strike, but didn't.  So, I swung
mine back araund, and she just picked it up.  Then put it back down, on the
other side.

   THUNK!

   Okay, I get sword, and staff now.  Might as well be a shield.

   "Huh!" I tried swinging down, but she just held the sword up, and
blocked, so I slipped it back, and tried to stab under, but she just batted
it down, and held it crossed on the staff.  So, I took step, let go, and
poked her, right in the chest.

   "Good!  Fair hit."

   "Hahah!" This is fun!

   "Now, defend yourself."

   "Uh, uh, nh, mh, huh!" Shit.  I backed up, danced around, but she's got
3 ends.  The sword, top, and bottom of the staff, which she's real good
with.  All I could do was run around so she wasn't close enough to stab me,
and she didn't use magic.  I assume there's some lightning bolts in there
too.

   "Huh!  Time." I panted.  "You're unbeatable."

   "Okay, yeah.  Battlemage is a bit of a gamebreaker.  Normally there's a
balance, in any system with weapons, and magic.  If one is too good, then
nobody wants to play the other, like the +1 for rapiers, and similar
piercing weapons.  It makes up for being able to cut with your sword, by
canceling out your armor."

   "Uhuh, but you have a sword, a staff, AND magic?"

   "Exactly, so a battlemage can handle just about anything, But.  I'm also
a glass cannon.  A 1 hitter quitter, and you naturally took advantage of
another weakness."

   "Which is?"

   "Mobility.  I have reach, and I could have dropped the sword to 2 hand
the staff, but that sacrifices my offense."

   "You have a shield?" I need something.  Cut, and stab is neat, but not
compared to block, top, bottom, stab, and "What's the word for blocking
with your sword?"

   "Parry."

   "Yeah, parry."

   "I left the shields at home."

   "Well," I stuck it back in the bag, "This ain't working, so I need some
powerups, or something." I have played games, just not this game.  But it's
new, and different, I like it.  It's fun, I'm just trying to fight a
gamebreaker my first time.  I feel like a virgin again.

   And I love it.

   So, I pulled out 2 swords.  Try everything, then decide what you like.
"That 2 hander is slow."

   "Yeah, let me show you florentine." She tucked the staff up, under her
arm, and held the sword high over her head.

   "Okay," I tried that.

   "Now, you're sacrificing reach for speed, so you want to get past my
guard, and close.  Since I can only stab, and bash." He helt up the staff.

   Butt but but btbut Butt!

   "Good." The problem is that staff, but I'm picking it up.

   "I like this better," I stepped back, twirling them.  "You know Snow
White and the Huntsman?"

   "Yeah." Thunk.

   Tried Distraction.  Denied.

   "Huh!  Let me catch my breath." She just straightened up.

   "What about it?"

   "At the end, when Bell.  Uh, Snow White fights in full armor, with a
sword."

   "Yeah, that was pretty badass." At least she's into Fantasy?

   "Yeah, against the Evil Queen, she's kind of like a wizard."

   "Okay," he sat on the picnic table.  "Now in our system, we have Guards
against magic."

   "For balance."

   "Yeah, so if I point my staff, and say "BLITZ!" that's a lightning bolt.
So, you can cross your swords." He used his forearms, "Like this, to guard
against it."

   "Okay." Remember that.  "What else you got?"

   "That's it, for offensive magic.  This is a lightning staff." He patted
it, "Because lightning is fast, and it goes right through steel armor. 
There's basically no casting time, so it's point, and shoot, and there's
minimal time to guard against it."

   I nodded, "I want magic too."

   "Okay, that's a swordmage, with 2 swords.  Ora Spellsword with one."

   "What's the difference?"

   "Well, basically what kind of magic the 2 classes can use.  Nobody can
use everything."

   "For balance."

   "And it makes sense.  I mean, it's part of the system, which we can work
into the story, but because your hands are full of swords, you can't use
any spell with a hand sign, or Mudras.  A Spellsword can cast with a
gesture," he waved his hand, "These are not the droids you're looking for."

   "What if I drop my sword." Or, throw it.

   "Then you can switch to the spellsword style."

   "Okay, so teach me some spells."

   "Okay, what kind of magic?"

   "Well, you have Lightning, so how about Magnetic?"

   "Haha!  Yeah, you know bout Electromagnetism."

   "I'm taking chemistry." I nodded.  "Which means I passed Physical
Science." Right, fresman.  Still pretty much stalling till dark, when the
kids have to go home, and we can go play a different kind of fantasy, but
this is fun, and time is flying!

   ...

   Erin (tf Feet.  TW: NERD!)

   "Blitz!"

   "Ward!" That's like Guard, but a spell, which can absorb a Lightning
Bolt.  She threw her sword, underhand, but without a Staff, she has to
absorb energy to Cast.  "Magnus!" Dropping her fist, held up, she comboed
the Magnetic spell.

   "Huh!" I threw her my Estoc, tossed my staff up, and caught it, 2
handed. Not metal, impervious to her magic.

   I'm better with just the staff.  Spread my heels, and toes, bending my
knees to hold it out, horizontally en guarde.

   "Heheheh."

   Overhand chop, slipping back under my high crossguard to stab, again. 
Tried that one all ready, so I ducked my shoulder, and bought it down,
behind the quillion, and jerked My sword right out of her hands.

   So, she grabbed my staff, jerked it right out of one hand, and "Rha!"
Knocked me right down with it.

   "Uh?" I rubbed my shoulder, stunned.  Literally, I just had no idea. 
"You're strong!" Yeah, she surprised me, but I had no idea.  She just threw
my staff away, and jumped on me.

   "Yeah." grabbed my arms, "I've been working out." I just held them up,
but she got them out of the way, bent down, and kissed me.  "Snhhhh!"

   I relaxed.  "Hhn!" Sighed, and opened my mouth, for her tongue.  She
won, she bested me in battle, beat me at my own game, with my own weapons.
"You win.  You've won me.  I'm your's."

   I always wanted to say something like that.

   "Hihihimn!" She helped me up.

   "You're really, Very strong." I know, I'm weak.  I got it, never really
tried not to be, why I like pretend spells, and weapons.  They're light, I
never really picked up a real Estoc, but I have held a real rapier. 
They're actually rather heavy, you'd be surprised.  An Estoc is even
heavier, but in Fantasy Role Play you can do stuff like weild one with a
staff in the other hand, and cast lightning bolts.

   This was real.  She kicked my ass, then got up on the table, to watched
me while I put them up.  "Come here." She leaned over, with her elbows on
her knees, and kissed me.  "Turn around." She scooted back, uncrossed her
legs, and pulled me up.  Between them, to sit back, and hold me.  Like a
woman.  Her woman, to watch the sunset, hold my shoulders, grip my arms,
brush my hair aside with her chin, and kiss my neck.

   It was so romantic.  "How'd I do?"

   "Incredibly good.  No, I mean it, have you done something like this
before?"

   "Well, when we're kids." Her breath on my neck, my ear, and the side of
my jaw.  "Huh!  My first boyfriend.  We played a lot of stick fighting, and
threw rocks for pistols." I guess that's why she throws underhand.

   "Oh." She's not the man.  She's a woman, I can feel that.  Her sweater
on my back.  I'm just her girlfriend, and it's amazing.  Better than I
could ever possibly imagine.  "Smq, you pierced your ears?  Mm?" Let the
lobe slip out between her lips.  I nodded.  "Where's your ear rings?"

   "I just wear them, in my room."

   "What else you wear?"

   "You know, underwear.  Stockings."

   "Shoes?"

   "Hhuhuh!  I don't, have any.  In my size."

   "My feet hurt, now."

   "Oh?" She let me go.

   "Yeah, see what you can do." I got down on the bench.  "No tickling, or
nothing."

   "Huhah!" I smiled, but.  I didn't feel like laughing.  Ankle boots,
black patent, not vinyl pleather, zipper on the inside, over her ankle.

   Zzzzz.

   "HhuhH!" My hands shook, socks.  And I was right, "Snh!" Sweaty.

   "Hihihihihmn!" She covered her beautiful smile, "You weren't kidding
about the foot fetish!"

   "Mhm?" And shoes.  "Snh!" She pointed her toes, so I slipped off the
white cotton ankle sock.  "Snh!" Still damp.  "Not tickling, but maybe I
can.  Smq, kiss them, smooch, and make them feel better." Lick between her
toes, suck the big one, finally taste it.  Foot sweat, boot sweat, female
boot sweat, in socks.  "Huh!" I rubbed the thick rough pad behind her toes.


   "Mhr!  You are good at that." Not a foot rub.  Foot massage.

   "It helps," kiss the top of her foot, "That you have such." keep
rubbing, deeper in the arch, "Beautiful feet." Cup the heel, and lick her
toes apart, to suck them, one by one.  "Mh!"

   "Yeah!"

   "I don't deserve to crawl the ground you walk on." In these broad 2 and
a half inch stacked tan and brown leather wedge heels.  She danced circles
around me, "I would carry you, barefoot, so they aren't sullied by the
dirty ground." Pull up my belt, and squirm to adjust myself, in my
underwear.  The lace, tight, and rough as the skin rolls back, and the
sensitive head pushes up under the elastic lace trim.  I'm in heaven.

   "That's fine." She pushed my cheak with her toes.  "But now the other
foot needs your attention."

   "Yes, my lady." Zzzzz, "My queen, my goddess."

   "Hhuh?  Himn!" She closed her eyes, and smiled.  Smirked, sideways, but
I rubbed her through her sock.  The pad, her toes, and inside, the curve of
them slipping my fingers up to tug it down of over her ankle, her heel.

   "God," she fell back, "This is so Weird!"

   "I'm sorry." It slipped off.

   "No, god no.  I love it.  Kiss them."

   "Yes, my lady."

   "I'm turned on by weird.  This is so incredibly sexy." I agree, but only
can nod.  My mouth full of toes, and sweat, my nose full of her sweet
stink, and the rough sole of the pads under my thumbs.

   They're beautiful, but walking digigarde like that not only hurts, so
you need this.  It also stretches out the calves, for that beautiful
classic line, and puts most of the weight here.  "Smq." Callouses, deep
rough, sweaty softened callouses.

   "You've done this before."

   "My mom taught me."

   "Of course!"

   "Mhm?"

   "To kiss them, and suck them?"

   "No, just this." Massage.

   "Mhr!" Her toes curled.

   "After a hard day's work, or dancing, or classes, walking home, and
sword fighting in grass.  In heels, it really makes them ache. 
Beautifully, responsive, smq, swook!"

   "Huh!  Fuck.  Me.  Fuck me now.  Fuck me right here, right now."

   "Uh," I looked around.

   "Did I stutter?  Get up here, get your panties down, and fuck me.  NOW
WOMAN!"

   "Okay?" I really needed to do, something.  I was overcome with lust too,
but, right out here in the park.  On the picknic tables, yeah it's dark,
but.  There's lights, right over the picnic tables.

   I've seen it, cutting through the park, even in broad daylight, but not
here.  I never thought, well I thought what's wrong with them?  How could
someone just shamelessly rut like animals, couldn't they at least go back
further in the trees?  There's a bush right there, but it's dirty, and she
called me woman.

   Her girlfriend.  It's weird, at odds with what I'm still fumbling to
comply with.  But now, "Oh," I see.  "Okay." No, you can't.  I had to feel
this, urgent overwhelming lust.  I didn't even think, I don't have a
condom, ask if she did, care, or consider the very existence of birth
control, STDs.  Just that she had her pants up, her legs.  Her feet in my
face, and I swear I never did anything like this before.

   I didn't even miss.  No idea what I'm doing.  Nature took over, and I
found myself sheathed deep inside her.

   "Uh!"

   "You call that fucking?"

   "Uh, huh, huh!

   "Yeah, nh, yeah!"

   "Huh, huh!"

   "Yeah, fuck me, fuck me faster."

   "Uh, uh, uh, uh!"

   "Yeah, yeah, yeahyeahneahneahneah!"

   "Mh hm!" Rubbing my face back and forth over her soles, lifting them
like a chalice as if to drink from them, the sweet salty sweat, the essence
of a sexy woman, and the sunset, and how she won me, I barely felt myself
inside her until then, but.  "Uh!" I pulled out, and her legs dropped.  So
I could drop back off of my knees, in the green plastic coated expanded
metal motley of the seat, and stand.  To hold up her foot, and pull my sex
drenched pud, and beat off all over her beautiful rough strong sexy woman's
foot.

   "Ohhh!  Oh, yeah!"

   So, that's sex then.  I fell down, on the concrete, to lick, and suck,
and kiss, and sup it from her toes.

   "Hihihihm!"

   "I'm sorry, did that tickle?"

   "No, that was great."

   "Did you get off?"

   She shook her head, "I have to show you how to get me off." She kissed
me, "But I'm satisfied for now."

   She walked me home, handed me the bag, and kissed me goodnight.

   "The thrill of victory," I giggled, "The agony of de feet."

   I know, it was fast, but I was already in love.

   ;

   Tony (fit Troi)

   Finally the weekend, and I had saturday off, so she agreed to meet me at
the park, and I just missed her so much.  I know what I said, but I was
wrong.  Missing her was as bad as having her there, I was just as
distracted only heartbroken, instead of in love.  So, we tried it, it
didn't work, I decided to tell her, but then she showed up with a boy.

   "Oh!" Then she was in my arms, her mouth, her hands all over my back
through my shirt, and her chest against me.  "Smq, smp!"

   He just stood there, looked down, and blushed.

   "Oh, this is Aaron." Tall, pale, long blond hair.

   "I heard so much about you."

   "Anything good?" I rubbed the small of her back, the way she likes it,
through her sweater.  New sweater, grey, but kind of silver, did it have
glitter in the yarn?  Whatever it was is shiny, and hard, like grit.

   "My girlfriend."

   "He's your girlfriend."

   "She.  I'm." He blushed again.

   "She's transexual, but a closet transexual."

   "Oh." Tall, I looked down at his big feet.  Too tall to pass, but.  "You
have, an open relationship?"

   "Oh, not yet.  Huh!" Still holding her, side by side.  I didn't want to,
let her go, but holding her like that, right in front of him, obviously
made him uncomfortable.  So, I had to.  I held her long enough, don't be
selfish.  She moved on, I should be happy for her, I just wanted to run off
and cry.

   "Hmhem!" Swallow the lump in my throat.  Turn away, "Snh!" Wipe away the
tear.

   "Smq, smp!" Behind me.

   "Hhuh!" Look down, "What's this?" Looked like an oversized toy bag,
stuffed full of pool noodles, wrapped in tape.

   "Oh, boffers."

   "What's a boffer?"

   "You know, like swords, and stuff?" I shook my head.

   "We got here early, to set up, and for practice, but.  That's the
surprise." Her new boy.  I mean girlfriend wasn't enough?

   "My friends should be here in a few minutes, you want to get some
practice?"

   "Sword fighting." Might be a good distraction, for my feelings.

   "Yeah, here's a shield." Okay, but while she's helping me put it on, so
close, she has her hair tied back, but there's a breeze.  So, I can smell
her shampoo, and she bumped my arm with the front of her sweater.  I
swallowed.  "We'll start you off easy," she walked back, in those wedgie
boots, picked up a sword, and ax.  "Hold it up."

   "Okay."

   "Start with defense." Thump!  "Good!  Now, try to block both sides."
Thump bump thump!

   "It's easy."

   "I'm going easy your first time."

   I close my eyes, swallowed, blinked out some tears.  "Uh?"

   "Pay attention!" I shook my head, she just punched me in the gut!  With
the big padded eraser of her sword.  It din't hurt, but it just hung, heavy
on my arm.  I felt weak, and sat down, broke down, crying.  "Oh!" She held
me, then what's his name was there, holding me too, and they just let me
cry.

   "Uh uh uh uh uh!"

   I stopped, when she kissed me.  Then she turned my head, and kissed me
too.

   "Huh!" I bit my lip.  She really is, rather pretty.  She held my face,
beautiful blue eyes, freckles, and a great smile.  "It's okay."

   "Hey!" Then I was scared, of a bunch of guys running up, so we had to
stop.  In costumes.

   "See, told you he was bisexual."

   "Yeah, it's cool." The just nodded, at eachother.  Like, they didn't
even care.  About Aaron, their friend, "Who's the new guy?"

   "Tony," I got up.

   "Hey Tony." Shook hands, "I'm Zav, this is Tench," another hand,
"Galeb." Uh huh?  All very weird names.  Turns out Xavier was spelled, well
Xavier, but pronounced "Zaveay."

   "Okay."

   "He needs more practice."

   "So, let's give them some."

   "Yeah," one picked up a ball, with a rope or something wrapped in tape.
Like numchucks, but with a ball instead of another handle.  "Now, this is a
flail, which is kind of a soft counter for a shield, because it wraps
around your block."

   "Oh, ow!" He demonstrated.

   "So try to block the head with the face, instead of the stock with the
edge." Okay.

   Izzy hit the top with her ax, and stabbed over it.  "Ow!"

   "I can also hook it out of the way with my ax."

   "Here, I brought a helmet." That hurt!  "Try not to face-tank, okay?"

   "Yeah."

   "It hurts."

   "Yeah."

   "Um, they didn't play like this a lot, growing up."

   "You keep saying they."

   "Oh yeah, sorry."

   "Huh!" I dropped my shield.  "I might as well tell you all." Walked back
over to the table with all the toys on it.  "I was raised a girl."

   "So, you're transgender?"

   "No, but I am."

   "Aaron?"

   "Yeah, I didn't know how to tell you."

   "Well, that's cool." She had a skirt on now.  A weird one, made out of
tape, and strips of foam.  "Explains a lot, though."

   "They're intersex." Izzy sat next to me, held my shoulder.  "Go ahead,
they are cool."

   "Well, we're gay." They held hands.  Turned and kissed.  Just "Smooch!"
Real quick.

   "Yeah, it turns out the D&D club was like a great big closet the whole
time."

   "Oh."

   "Yeah, for instance, it let me play women, female characters, without
being judged."

   "Me too." One of the gay guys, "I'm a princess!"

   "Oh, huh!"

   "That's the great thing about Fantasy." Izzy explained, "You can be
anything."

   "Yeah, so what do you want to be?"

   "Not a tank." I pulled the knot out of the strap on my arm.  "This thing
sucks."

   "Okay, well I guess we can do character, and training today." Xavier. 
"Oh, I'm the DM."

   "Oh, okay?"

   "It's just like we used to play." Izzy handed me, a spear?  "Just try
stuff until you find what you like."

   "Oh, okay." I'm glad I got back on the Testosterone.  I think it helped,
a lot.

   "You ever played soul Calibur?"

   "Of course." They all nodded.

   "Well, you think you could show me," I picked up a short sword, "How to
fight like Hilda?"

   "Yeah." Aaron, "I can.  Come on." The other guys, and Izzy started
fighting over there.  "Now, you any good with her in the video game?"

   "Yeah." My best character.

   "Okay, so like that, this is for defense, and reach, while the sword is
for up close, and parrying."

   "Uh huh?"

   "But you don't have to stick with vertical, and horizontal." She swung
her spear, and slashed, but I sidestepped, and blocked.  "Good!  Very
good." You know, like Hilde, only for real.  Or with my real legs, but like
you do on screen, without the controller.  "I mostly heard about you from
Coach Chalmers, since Izzy didn't want to out you.  But I read your letter,
since it said she could use it for Instruction."

   "Oh, okay." Saves a lot of explaining again.  "You're transgender?"

   "Transvestite," she shrugged, "Mostly foot fetishism, but I want tits.
Some day."

   "Oh yeah?"

   "Yeah, now watch this." She planted her spear, straight up.  "Go ahead
and hit it."

   "Okay," thunk!

   "See, now you try it." Bdbdbdbd!  It shook, and I laughed.  "That's
bracing, defensively.  It's really just the easiest block." She dropped
hers, and held her sword 2 handed.  "Now, pick it up, and brace it over
HEAR!" Thunk!  She swung it back, so I moved and planted it.  "Uh!  Good."
Jumped back when I tried to slash her.  "Good!  Now that's a reposte." She
picked up her sword, and circled around.

   "Hang on." I went back to the table, "Let me get a longer sword."

   "Okay, now this is a staff."

   "Okay?  It looks just like a spear."

   "It is, but you can call it whatever you like.  The difference is, I'm a
battlemage, so I can cast a spell with the staff, and still fight with the
sword."

   "Oh!  Just 1 spell?"

   "Yeah, but I also have the staff defensively in a melee."

   "What's that?"

   "That," she pointed.  "A free for all."

   "Oh."

   "But I can cast a Lightning Bolt at range."

   "Hahaha!" Izzy ducked a swing, under a battleaxe, but threw her sword
underhand.  The guy, with a beard now, just held up the axe like a shield,
so it bounced off, then she hooked away his axe, and hit him with her
shoulder.  Knocked him down.  "Wow."

   "Yeah, she's a berserker."

   "Huh!"

   "So, you want a staff, or a spear?"

   So, I threw it.

   "Hey!" She turned around.  I waved.  She laughed, "No fair!"

   "How about a Javelin?"

   "Ha, yeah." She patted my back.  "Good choice."

   "Why?"

   "Well, anyone can Guard a spell, like Bolt."

   "Uh huh?" I picked up another spear.  They brought a lot of, stuff. 
"But a strike, like a Javelin throw they have to block, or parry."

   "Why's that better?"

   "Because a Ward, or Guard is automatic, but they have to try to block,
or parry, and can fail."

   "Oh!"

   "But you only get one shot, so you better practice with just a sword."

   "Let me try yours."

   "Okay," she flipped it over, "This is better balanced."

   "Yeah."

   "This is a spear."

   Thought she called it a staff.  "Uh huh?"

   "Now, en guard!"

   "WOOMPH!'

   "Ahhh!  Ahhhh!" They fell down, screaming, and rolling.  And laughing.
Except Izzy, that dropped her block, and stabbed him, with the battleaxe? I
guess, it has a big erasor on the end too.

   "What was that?"

   "A fireball."

   "Hahaha!"

   "That's a 2 handed spell.  Area of Effect, so you have to drop your
weapons."

   "Can anyone use magic?"

   "Good question, but you better work on your weapon skills.  In answer to
your question, yeah.  Anyone can point and say BLITZ!"

   "That's Lightning Bolt." I guessed.

   "Yeah, but it's like guard, automatic.  If you don't get some real
fighting skills, you'll die.  A lot, though.  So, pick up some weapons."

   "No," I swung her sword, "I'll stick with this."

   "Good, now learn," Uh!  "To," Bpt!  "PArry!"

   "Okay!"

   ;

   Izzy (F+...  It's complicated.  NS.)

   So, "Yeah." They got along, good.  I Magnus pulled Galeb's ax away, and
caught it in time to Guard his fireball.  He wiped everyone else, not
paying attention to us, so they didn't see him go through the motions.  You
ever played Skyrim?  Any of the Master spells, that.  Because it's
powerful, can wipe everyone around the caster, but that gave me time to
guard, because I saw him cast it.

   Dwarf, princess.  With a beard, and a battleaxe.  Yeah, great crowd, but
then I almost got hit by a spear throw, then I took a break to watch them
training while everyone respawned.

   I'm Berserker class.  Which means basically everything, but balanced
because I have to learn everything.  So, I'm like a master of none.  But, I
can do anything.

   "Huh!" Sports bottle.

   Like sex, and love.  They seem to be hitting it off.  Which is good,
because that got old, quick.  The foot thing was like a 1-off, it was great
that first time, but only really worked once.  Then a fun afternoon of
dressup, while his mom was out shopping, and I don't want to break her
heart.  Seeing Tony again almost broke my heart, but she's perfect for
them. A transexual, and intersex.  Practically opposite sex, and they look
fantastic together.  It's hot, sexy, because I know he's got, well most of
a pussy, and a big fat clit, while she's got a dick, and a flat muscular
chest from playing battlemage.

   So, mix and match, not boys and girls, but split back and forth between
them I can't wait to go three-way after this.  But nothing makes time fly
quite like a battle.  I won, 1.  Time to kill more time, and dwarves. 
Throw Galeb his badaxe again, easily the best fighter here, with just that,
because he's the opposite of a Berserker Class.  That's all he does, except
Magic when he loses the Axe.  Which is why I like fighting him, he's that
good.  And why my strategy is to take away his axe, but he knows that.

   So, "Estoc." He nodded, and the flail, since nobody's using it.  Let's
see you block that.

   "Flank."

   +2 spears!  "Uh?" 3-on-1, they grinned.  "Okay!"

   ...

   "Huh, huh, huh, hun!" What happens when you beat everyone.  Then you
usually have to beat everyone.  It's not a rule, more like a pattern.  I
tried, I died, 2 spears is more than enough, especially surrounded,
especially with Galeb to keep an eye on.

   "You guyls ready?"

   "Yeah," the dropped out of sparring.  "I think so."

   "So, teams." I called it, "I pick Galeb." He's not gay.  Or trans, or
anything, not even the DM.  Just a guy, that likes to play a Dwarf Princess
as a joke.  The joke is that there are female dwarves, to make more
dwarves. You just can't tell without checking under their beard, because a
dwarf is a dwarf.

   Open minded, secure in his masculinity enough to play a princess for
laughs, and single too!  Probably because he's a short pudgy D&D nerd that
can't grow a decent beard yet.  And a virgin.  "Huh!"

   "Uh!" Slap his ass.

   "You guys get the Noob for a handicap."

   2 spears, "Defend yourselves!" Galeb Tanks, automatically.  "BLITZ!"
Make that staff, and spear.  "Uh!  HRauh!" Don't even have to tell him. 
They charge the ranged, because you charge the ranged, and evade the tank.
The fast tank, but I can plant on both sides to temptank, and they forgot
about Galeb.

   "Blitz!"

   X, Denied!

   Good.

   "Guh!" A real hax would have split him in half, and down goes Tony.

   2v2.  Circle around...

   "Yeah." Sweep them back, "BLITZ!" throw while her guard is up.  There
goes Araneth.

   "Yield!" He took a knee, "I yield."
Me: 2.  Galeb 1, everyone else: Zip!
Xavier, great DM.  Very creative, and fantastic storyteller.  Sucks at
fighting, been doing this longer than any of us, and still just can't
fight. Also, in bed, barely worth the DMGF bonus, and bisexual.  With a

boyfriend, probably just needs more experience.

   That's my sexual preference, whatever I haven't tried yet.

   "You guyls want to be alone?"

   "Yeah," already holding hands.  "If that's okay?"

   "Yeah, great!" I'm over it, and they're obviously falling in love. 
"Hey, Kaleb!" He looks back.  Wave, "Wait up!"

   ;

   Lady Midnight (L.  Cohen, Songs from a Room.)

   "My Heroine." He kissed me.  Oh good, he's a romantic, too.

   "Smq!" I melted.  "Huh!  You're a fast learner."

   "Good teacher," he felt my face, "You really are beautiful."

   "Oh!"

   "Smq!  Especially your eyes." I blinked, but he held them.  In his.  I
nodded.  Down to him, he's still short.  And strong, and used to be a girl.
Taking Testosterone, but late, to catch up.  To my heart beating out a
tattoo in my chest.  His hand, feeling it through my shirt.  "Snh!"

   "Smp?" Nodded.

   "You wear anything, special?"

   "Oh yeah." The back door open, I disengaged, and undid my pants.  He
drives, just threw the boffer bag in back, but didn't take me home.  A
breese gusted up, and blew through the trees with a whispering sigh.  I got
my boot off, and my sock.  Crossed my other leg up, to get that foot.

   "What do you think?" Stepping out of his, and pulling off his shirt.

   "Huh!" I nodded.  Panties, just plain white cotton ones, stretched over
his narrow hips.  I just swallowed, and nodded.  Mine felt tight, over the
hardness inside.

   I undid my pants, pulled them down and sat back.  Pulled up my
stockings.

   "Hihihm!" He giggled, girlishly, which I don't mind.  He's the man, I'm
the girl, but that doesn't mean he can't giggle.

   "What?"

   "You wore a cup."

   "Well, yeah." I need one.

   "You have terrific legs."

   I pointed a toe, slipped it out of my jeans, and stepped on them, to
pull out the other foot.

   "You like feet?"

   "I like yours." He knelt.  In his panties, and picked one up.  Slipped
over the sock, and I lay back.  He felt it, gently through my stocking.  I
flexed my toes, but he didn't massage it.  Just petted it, and up my leg.
Fresh shaved this morning, so the stocking pulled tighter.  Plucked at the
band at the top, around the top, and rolled it down.  Like a condom, a fine
woven nylon condom, in reverse, and kissed my thigh.

   "Huh!" Licked down the inside, rolling it over my knee, and kissed that
too.  "Nhm!" I pulled out the cup, it was getting uncomfortable.  In there,
so hard.

   "I never, did this before." He pulled down my athletic supporter, jock
strap.  "Huh!"

   "Mhm!" I felt my skin pull back, in his fingers.  He doesn't have one,
from what I hear never touched, or seen a real one.

   "Smq, wook!"

   "Oh!" Nice haircut.  Really makes his face look, handsome.  "Huh!"

   "Mhm?"

   "Yeah."

   "Qwlh!" Plucking at the top of my other stocking.  "Khuh!" He gulped,
and lapped it again.  Rolling the nylon down my thigh.  "Smq!" Right
between my nuts.  "Swoq!" Let one pop out, and sucked in the other.  In my
fresh shaven scrotum.  My purse, my stones, but down to my knee now. 
Kissing and lapping down my thigh.  Slipping it over my heel, and off my
foot.  A quick peck on my knee, then bending over.  Lifting my foot, by the
heel, and kissing the top.

   "Huh!  Yeah." Petted the sole, so gently.  "Such beautiful feet."

   I arched like a warrior's bow,..  that's just been cut, and strung.  ~M.
Cross (The Bounty Hunter.)

   "Huh!" Cradled on the rough canvas, hard pipes, and firm taped
insulation foam.

   "You know how to do anal?"

   "Oh, yes."

   "Good, because I can't take that." He looked at my wet hardness.  "Any
other way."

   Put my heel up, on the door jam, next to the other one.  So my wet
sucked toes don't touch the dirt.

   He got up, turned around, and bent over.  Slipping down her underpants,
and I know.  He's the man, but from here.  She doesn't look like a man.

   "You have to get it wet first."

   I sat up, "Okay." I felt his strong buttocks, flat on the sides, with
his narrow hips.  A young man's hips, buttocks, and pucker.

   I tried this, once.  I don't mind, if that's what it takes.  "Mq, slh.
Snh?" It's not dirty, just sweaty, salty, and wrinkled.  Together, not at
all like her cervix, when she showed me.

   He loosened up quickly, on my tongue.

   ;

   Izzy (fM Cons.  Pretty straight, for contrast.)

   "Huh!" Mass.  I think that's it, he's strong too.  My Dwarf, princess.
His hands, rough with callouses.  Forearms striped with cables of muscle,
biceps bulging, pulling my legs, but he's heavy.  Soft, and his belly
jiggles like a breast, but momentum.

   "UH!" Fuck!  Short, not deep enough to bottom out, but his soft pudge,
pubes slapping into me.  My swollen clit, sticking out no.  "Nh!"

   Feel it, his fat.  The tight muscle underneath, rubbing his pubes into
me, tickling.

   "Nh!" I'm not laughing.  Not deep enough, to touch off my cervix.

   "Huh!" His eyes closed.  Tight.  "Uh!" Twitching in me, but not deep
enough.

   It's weirdly, normal.  Straight, but different.  For me.  My last first
time.  Just plain old fucking, right down to him getting off, when I'm just
warming up.  Going soft, slipping out.  "Huh!"

   I didn't think, I'd like it.  Why I saved him for last, boring old
straight sex, with a guy.  A man, a fat guy.  I don't.  I love it.

   And the rubber, it's not, rubbery enough.  Feels the same really, with
or without, but I had unprotected sex.  And now, the rubber, it just
slipped inside me.  Like skin, you'd think they'd have rubbers for latex
fetishists, right?  I shrugged, and sat up.  "You need a minute?" Felt it.
Dripping wet, soaking between my fingers.

   "I need to take a leak." He dropped it in the trashcan, "You need help
getting off?"

   "Yes," I lied.  Old hand at this, but I'd really prefer, something else.
He's new, nice thick fat strong rough strong hands, and fingers.  "Hurry
back."

   "Huh!  Uhhhh!" Post-orgasm piss, big fat hairy ass.  Tightening. 
Relaxing.  "Huhhh!"

   "Himh!"

   Now he's back, with me, in his bed.  His hands on me.  Arms holding me.
Soft hot hairy body against my back.

   I love it.  A fat guy, didn't think I would, it looks disgusting.  But
it feels, curvy, feminine, soft, and gentle with his deep voice.  Hot
breath, soft strong rough fingers on my chest.  Holding my hot tits,
squeezing, and rubbing them around.  Together, and apart.  "Huh!" Nothing
to hit my cervix.  His place, I didn't bring anything but weapons, and
rubbers.  He's done.  I can get off, with fingers, just not that way. 
Cream inside so it runs out.  Gushes, but he feels so good.  Behind me, in
his hands, and my fingers working in me.  On my T enlarged clit.

   "Huh, uh, nh!" Faster, faster, "Nh, hm!" Nod, and squees my legs.  Clasp
my hands, and rub my knuckles, up and down between my thighs.  So hard, but
not enough.  "Touch me, finger me."

   "All right." Kissing me.

   "Huh!  Inside, fingerfuck me.  Huh, yeah.  Deeper, harder, faster.  Work
my clith!  Hih!  HIN!" Both hands, so I have to feel up to my chest.  My
tits, my nipples pinched tight, and twisting.  Rolling, and shaking them.
"Nheah!" Close, "FastrH, huhhhhhhhH!"

   Finally, I can relax.

   "HhHhHhuh huh huh!"

   He held me.  So soft, so strong yet gently.  So hot, and hairy.

   "Hhuhhhh!" The spasms dying down.  Outside, a little cervical
contraction.  "You're a virgin."

   "Smq, not any more."

   "Huh!" I sat up, "You have a lot to learn." He felt my ass, getting up.
"I need to use your shower."

   I think he's, 20 something.  Shrug, so we can get some beers.  Go out,
to eat, come back, and drink.

   I can teach him, so I can stay with him a while.  That was, okay, but
he'll get better.  I like his body.  I just thought I wouldn't, but his
fat.

   I just wish he was longer.  Stop by the adult shop, he's old enough to
buy me something.  For my cervix.

   Okay, first real sex toy.  I still have that one left, but I'm only 15.
At this rate, I'm going to run out, of new things to try, but.  "Huh!" That
was all right.

   Better than Xavier.  I fucked him, but this time, he fucked me.  On the
bottom, missionary, on his bed.  It's just so normal, it's weird.  That,
and he cares, enough to come back.  Get me off too, and his weight. 
"Yeah." Honestly, I like his weight, mass, momentum.  He fucks hard, but so
soft it's like a pillow fight.  The soft fat meaty slaps, right into me.  I
love that,

   He just needs a little work...

   ;

   Bottom (it Glas Marb Anal Jism)

   Clink!

   "Huh!" Glass fetish?  If that wasn't a thing, I certainly couldn't find
anything about it, but my favorite material.  It's cold and hard, but I
really like the sound.  Inside me, clinking together.

   Her finger, slipping back out to stroke along the column of marbles
inside me.  Through the rectal wall, so they spread apart with his stroking
fingertip, and

   Clclclcik!

   "Huhuhn!"

   "SmpB!" My dickling slipping out wet, the foreskin closing back over it,
then he suckles it again.  Sucks it out, and pushes it back with her lips.
"SmpB!"

   "Huh!"

   ClclclciK!

   "Huh, uh!" Nod, and grunt, clenching his finger so he has to slip it
back in, between spasms, but the thick spurts rushing down through my short
urethra, along the vaginal wall, and the tops of the body warmed marbles
inside me to splash on his chin.

   "SpB?" He laps it, and I grunt out, another.  "Lp!"

   Nght!  "Lp!" Ngh!  "Lp!"

   "HuhhhHhuh uh UH!"

   "Slrp!" He licks his lips.  Digs deep, so he can curl up, behind the
deepest one.

   P!

   "Uh!" The biggest.  Marble, the breaker, I suppose.  Never actually
played marbles, but that held it in against my tight PCM.

   P p p p!

   "Huh!  Huh!  NGH!"

   My sphincter spasmed, and he gave it a last kiss, then.  "Smq!" A last
hunch from a peck on my foreskin.  "Sluh!" My sweaty pubes, then kissing up
my still gasping abs.  "Smq!" my navel, my ribs, sternum, slipping wet
fingers around my nipples, and kissing my chin, my lips.  "Snhhhh!" His hot
breath on my cheek, turning.  "Smq!  Smp!" Kissing me the other way, and
slipping her tongue in my mouth.  "How was that?" Her beautiful ice blue
eyes, in mine, brushing our noses together.

   "Gulp," I nodded, "That was perfect."

   "Good." She kissed me, in her back seat, and held me, and felt me.  I
felt her too, her long slim hard body, her boney hips, and muscular ass. 
Her smooth pale porcelain thighs.

   "I love you."

   "I love you too."

   She got up, stretched.

   "I'm hungry."

   "Lets go eat."

   "Yeah, hand me my underwear?"

   "Okay." She picked them up.

   I ment it.  I love Izzy too, but.  She's not like her.  "Erin?" She's
perfect.

   "Yeah?" She looked back, smiled.

   "Nothing," I just wanted to see that.  "Hihn!" Maybe we can, cuddle a
little while longer.  No, not really, in the back seat.  Maybe when we get
home.

   Besides, I know I can't have her, for long.  No one can.  This, this is
a relationship that might last.
   .