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Usual disclaimers about this being a work of imagination, with no
relationship to real people or events.

Girls with red hair and freckles - aren't they just too cute for
words! This was partially inspired by a story I found on asstr. After
reading it I just had to write my own red hair and freckles story,
although this one is substantially different.

All feedback welcome. After all, if you're reading this, it's
probably in your interests to help me become a better author.

(You can comment anonymously via the feedback form on my asstr site -
/~rivyavtry/)


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Lucy {Riv Yavtry} (gb?, oral, anal) 
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I'm very old, older than you could imagine. Old enough to know that
most of your history is bunk, rewritten to embellish and exonerate
the victors, thus ensuring the real lessons are lost and have to be
relearned time after time.

I might be the only one of my kind. I can't remember ever meeting
another.

I suspect I'm mortal but I've had my fair share of close shaves.
I've been shot and stabbed many times but those are injuries I can
recover from. 

I've always been careful to hide my true nature. I've seen countless
people persecuted and tortured over the years for the crime of being
a bit different, or sometimes just the insinuation thereof.

I can't remember my childhood, if ever I had one. I make up for it
now. I love to be around young people. They're inquisitive,
inventive, exhilarating and slow to judge. Adults come and go but
they're pretty much the same from generation to generation.

*****

It was a nice day and mummy let me go into the garden to play. I
knew she wouldn't let me stay out for very long because with my red
hair, freckles and pale skin I burn very easily. I was wearing a
lightweight, sleeveless, pink and white check sun dress which kept me
reasonably covered but was also cool. Because it was so nice I wasn't
wearing my usual vest, just the dress and one of my pairs of 'animal'
panties. Today it was the pair with bunny rabbits on the white cotton.

All my friends were busy so I was having to play on my own.
Occasionally in the background, I heard the vacuum cleaner, the
washing machine or water running as mummy went about the housework. I
took my dolls and my medical kit onto the lawn and I held surgery. I
wanted to be a doctor when I grew up. I had finally got around to my
last patient, Bessie, my favourite doll. I was earnestly listening to
her chest with a stethoscope when I sensed movement out of the corner
of my eye and realised I wasn't alone.   

I turned round to see who was there and saw an unfamiliar boy
sitting on the lawn behind me. He had blond, curly hair, and was
wearing a white t-shirt and blue cotton shorts. He was playing with
some toy figures, cowboys and Indians, struggling to get the small
figures to stand up on the grass.

"Hello?" I said, my voice lilting up at the end in a question.

The boy turned to look at me and I noticed his compelling blue-grey
eyes. He was really pretty for a boy. He was also nicely tanned. I
wished I could tan like that.

"Hello," he replied, then turned his attention back to his toys.

"What are you doing in my garden?"

"My mummy said to wait here while she went out with your mummy?"

My heart started racing; that didn't sound right. Surely my mummy
wouldn't go out without telling me. It was all silent in the house
and I couldn't see mummy at any of the windows.

"Where have they gone? How long will they be?" I asked in a slight
panic.

"I don't know. Mummy doesn't tell me anything. It sounded important
though."

The boy said it in a matter-of-fact tone of voice as though it
happened all the time. That was sort of reassuring, and I calmed down
somewhat.

"Hi, my name's Lucy," making the gesture of going first.

"I'm Adam."

"How old are you?"

"I was eight two weeks ago."

That reassured me further. I was nearly a year older than Adam, and
looking at his slender figure I reckoned I could take him in a fight
so he didn't pose a threat.

"I'll be nine in two months time," I volunteered then paused while
the next question formulated itself in my mind." I can't remember
seeing you at school?" Again the upward lilt at the end turning it
into a question.

 "I'm not from around here."

"Where do you come from?"

"Nowhere really. We move around a lot."

I felt sorry for him, dumped here all alone. At least I was in
familiar surroundings.

"Would you like to play with me?" I offered.

"Not if it's a soppy girls' game."

"I'm playing doctors and nurses. I'm treating my patients. If you'll
be one of my patients first, I'll be your patient after that. Or we
can play something else, I'll let you choose."

"I suppose so," he conceded somewhat reluctantly.

Surprisingly Adam proved an excellent patient, not objecting while I
prodded and poked him. He didn't even push the fact that he was due a
turn. He let me examine his ears, eyes and nose. He opened his mouth
wide and said "Aaaaarrrrhhhhh" while I looked inside, although I
didn't really know what I was looking for. Adam had nice white teeth
with no gaps. He held up the front of his t-shirt while I listened to
his heart and breathing with the stethoscope. Although it was a toy
it really worked.

Next I diagnosed Adam with a broken arm and I tried to put it in a
sling like we'd been shown in First Aid at school, but it went all
wrong and his arm ended up dangling down at a funny angle. Adam
smiled at that, but at least he didn't laugh at me.

Next I diagnosed a broken leg just above his knee. I realised I
couldn't put Adam's leg in a sling so I tried to rub it better. I
enjoyed stroking Adam's smooth skin. My own leg was covered in fine
downy hairs. To my surprise, I felt my cunny get the strange feeling
it gets when I rub it in bed at night, a sort of tingly sensation as
though I had to pee even though I knew I didn't.

I realised I'd been rubbing Adam's leg for a bit longer than I
intended and looked up, and that's when I saw the hard stick-thing
causing the front of his shorts to bulge out.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing at the stick-thing.

Adam looked at where I was indicating then looked away as though
embarrassed.

"That's my willy."

That couldn't be right. I didn't mix much with the boys at school
because they were immature and noisy and always fighting, but I'd
caught a few glimpses of their willies and they were small, dangly
things hanging down between their legs.

"Why is it so big and hard?"

"I don't know. It gets like that sometimes when I rub it in bed at
night but I haven't been touching it."

My heart gave a mighty thump at that revelation; Adam played with
his willy like I played with my cunny! I stared longingly at the
bulge in his shorts.

"Can I see it?"

"My mummy says I don't have to show it to anyone if I don't want to."

Adam hadn't said yes, but he hadn't exactly said 'no' either. I
didn't want to beg so I used the tactics I use with my uncle when I
want something from him; I stayed completely silent and turned on
what he calls my 'doe-eyed look'.

Adam seemed to consider for a long time. 

"What if someone sees us?"

That was a good point. I instinctively knew the grown-ups wouldn't
like it if we were caught doing stuff with our privates. I remembered
the teachers catching a couple of boys who were doing that at school
and they'd summoned the boys' parents.

The lawn we were on was overlooked by our neighbours. We had a shed
full of garden stuff but it was dark and smelly and full of cobwebs.
The house wasn't safe because we didn't know when our mummies would
be back.

"I've got a private place where no-one will see us," I admitted.

Immediately I felt a mild pang of regret. I'd had only known Adam
for a short while but already I'd told him something that even my
best friend didn't know.

Adam considered for even longer this time.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours first," he negotiated.

"That's silly, I don't have a willy," I fired back.

"I know, I mean where you pee from."

I realised with a shock that he meant my cunny. My heart was
pounding. Suddenly I felt very hot and flustered. My mummy had told
me never to show my cunny to anyone. It was my turn to consider.  It
seemed fair that I show Adam my cunny in return for him seeing my
willy but I wasn't comfortable at going first. What if I took off all
my clothes then Adam changed his mind? However I really did want to
see his stick-thing.

After a bout of negotiating we worked out that Adam was wearing
three items of clothing on his body other than socks and sneakers,
while I was only wearing two. We agreed that Adam would take off one
item, then I would. Then Adam would take off another item then I
would too, leaving me naked. Finally Adam would take off his third
item.

I took Adam's hand in mine to lead him to my private place. It felt
nice holding his hand and I think he felt the same way because he
gave mine a little squeeze.

My garden is long and thin, bounded by wooden fence panels and
sloping slightly away from the house. Most of it is lawn because
that's easiest for mummy to maintain. Near the end is what she calls
'The Folly'; I don't know the proper name for it. It's a circular
structure occupying most of the width of the garden. It has a raised
wooden decking floor, ornamental railings round the side and a tall
green dome on top. Apparently my daddy built it just before he died.
The neighbours hate it and call it an eyesore. They claim it violates
planning laws and they're going to get it torn down. They've been
saying that for years now and still haven't done anything about it;
perhaps they feel sorry for mummy, having to bring me up on her own.
Anyway it's something of an institution now, a neighbourhood landmark.

Beyond The Folly is a wild patch, some long grass and some shrubs.
Mummy doesn't go down there very often except when she's angry and
she goes down there with hedge trimmers and shears to let off steam.
Anyway, one of the larger shrubs died a couple of years ago. Mummy
removed it but hasn't planted anything in its place, leaving an empty
spot surrounded by the other shrubs. That's my private place, not
overlooked by anyone. I keep an old piece of matting under The Folly
and I sit on it when having private tea-parties with my dolls.

I led Adam up the slight step into The Folly, across the decking
then out the other side. I had to let go his hand to retrieve the
matting, and I felt a sudden sense of loss. When Adam saw what I was
doing he took one end of the matting and we carried it together. When
I'm on my own I have to drag it.

We got to the gap between the shrubs and unrolled the matting. Adam
looked around; shrubs on all sides.

"This is cool," he said appreciatively.

It was down to business. Adam took off his t-shirt. I didn't look
much because I'd seen most of it before when I was examining him. Now
it was my turn, and I could feel my heart pounding.

I sort of shrugged my arms inside the dress, then lowered them down
to grasp the hem. I pulled the dress up and over my head then off
completely, letting it fall onto the matting.

It was Adam's turn to take something off but he just stood there
staring at me. He wasn't even looking at my bunny-rabbit panties, he
was staring at my chest. That somewhat annoyed me because I looked
just like he did, apart from his tan and my freckles. Mummy said I'll
grow breasts like hers in time but I hope I don't; they look so
cumbersome and uncomfortable.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, with a little hint of annoyance
in my tone.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he replied in a
half whisper.

I knew he was lying because the other kids at school call me names
like ginger-nut and tea-bag, but it was nice of him to say so and
sound as though he meant it. I felt my face burning as it went red
with embarrassment.  

Adam finally got around to taking off his shorts, revealing a pair
of white cotton y-fronts. 

It was my turn to take off my panties. Somehow I couldn't do it
facing Adam, so I turned my back to him. I steeled my resolve, hooked
my thumbs in the waistband, took a deep breath then yanked them all
the way down to my ankles in one swift movement.

I stepped out of my panties then hesitantly turned back to face
Adam. He hadn't waited but had taken off his y-fronts so that we had
both got naked at the same time. That was so sweet of him.

I was first to express my disappointment.

"It's not big and hard any more."

Adam's willy was dangling limply between his thighs.

"I can make it grow again. But after I see where you pee from."

I realised Adam wanted me to hold my cunny open so he could see
inside. I really didn't want to, but then I really wanted to see his
willy when it was hard.

I laid down on the matting and parted my knees. Using a couple of
fingers I parted my cunny lips. To my surprise I felt a little
dampness down there. I hadn't peed myself, perhaps it was sweat
because it was a warm day.

Adam stared at my cunny, then came and knelt between my knees. He
curled his hand into a fist and wrapped it round his willy. He
stroked it gently until it grew in size and pointed upwards. It was
about 2½ inches long and as thick as my big toe when fully grown,
with a sort of helmet on top which had started pink then turned
purple. I got the strange tingly feeling in my cunny again. I wanted
to rub it to make it feel better, but not in front of Adam. He
watched my face intently, as if captivated by my expression of awe.

"Can I touch it?" I asked, afraid of a horrified refusal.

"If I can touch yours afterwards."

I thought for a long moment. Again I was torn, weighing up doing
something I desperately wanted against then doing something I didn't
really want. Still, at least I'd have the advantage by going first
this time.

I held out a hand to indicate agreement. Adam shuffled round to my
side, still on his knees but with his willy in range. I reached out
cautiously to touch it with my fingertips, but as soon as I made
contact it jerked upwards. I snatched my hand away.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt it," I gabbled.

"No, anything but."

Adam reached out and took my hand in his, then pulled it towards
him. He placed my hand on his willy, then curled my fingers round it,
making a fist. It felt strange, warm and soft and velvety and yet
hard at the same time. He encouraged me to move my fist up and down,
rubbing his willy the same way he had been doing earlier.

"Oh yes, that's wonderful," he sighed.

As I continued to rub Adam's willy, his breathing audibly speeded up
to match. He started using his hips to thrust against my fist. I
sensed he was building towards something. Too soon my arm got tired
from being held out so long and reluctantly I had let go of his willy.

Adam groaned with disappointment. But it was his turn now and he
held his hand out towards my cunny.

"May I?" he asked. 

Not trusting myself to speak, I simply nodded my head.

Adam reach out and cupped my cunny with his hand, bearing down with
his palm so it pressed against my special bump, almost as though he
knew what he was doing.

My cunny was very tingly now, and the urge to rub it was
overwhelming. However Adam's hand was motionlessly pressed against it.

"Do you rub yourself down there?" he whispered.

I should have been shocked, but my need overcame my reason and I
nodded my head.

"Will you show me?"

I closed my three middle fingers together and used them to rub the
length of my cunny, backwards and forwards. Although it felt good,
the rubbing was bringing no respite from the tingly feeling; if
anything it was making it worse.

After watching for a while, Adam gently nudged my hand out of the
way and substituted the three middle fingers of his own hand. As he
stroked his fingers to-and-fro, he dipped his middle finger inside to
stroke my special bump on each pass. It felt so much better than when
I was rubbing myself, and I felt something intense and very powerful
begin to build inside me.

All too soon Adam took his hand away, leaving me longing for more.

"Can I kiss you down there?" he asked.

"That's where I pee from!" I objected, revolted at the thought.

Adam held up the middle finger which had been teasing my special
bump. It was glistening. He held it to his tongue and licked it as if
to show he didn't mind. The look of distaste must have been evident
on my face.

"My sister likes me to kiss her down there."

I felt doubly betrayed. Not only had Adam taken away the hand which
was giving me so much pleasure, he was now telling me he had a sister
when I had thought he was all alone in the world. I felt the intense
fading die away.

"You have a sister?" I asked, hoping I had misheard.

"Yes."

"Where is she then?" There was a hint of annoyance in my tone again.

"Eve lives with my aunt. She's twelve. We only see her when we visit
for a holiday. She likes to do adult things with me."

My mind was whirling with this revelation. No wonder Adam had known
about my special bump. And yet there was something about his story
which didn't quite ring true.

Taking advantage of my moment of introspection, Adam lowered his
head towards my cunny.

'Oh well,' I reasoned, 'he'll soon find out how sweaty and nasty I
am down there then perhaps he'll go back to rubbing me.'

Adam planted his lips squarely on my cunny lips and kissed me. It
tickled, and I giggled. Then Adam forced his tongue inside! Not only
was he not deterred by my sweaty nastiness, it seemed he couldn't get
enough of it. He licked round my peehole and my special bump, then
holding my cunny lips apart with his fingers, he licked the whole
length of their insides.

The intense feeling returned, and how! This was miles better than
when Adam was rubbing me, especially when his tongue flicked my
special bump. I found myself pushing back at Adam, trying to increase
the pressure.  

The intense feeling grew and grew and I knew something special and
exciting was going to happen.

Suddenly Adam took his head away, causing me to groan with
frustration. Instantly I understood how he must have felt when I
stopped stroking his willy.

"Would you get on your knees and elbows please. I can kiss you much
better from there."

My instincts screamed 'No'!  If I was on my knees and elbows I
couldn't watch Adam's face or his willy. However he had proven right
every time so far and I automatically found myself getting into the
requested position. I felt silly with my bum stuck in the air like
that.

Adam's lips joined with my cunny lips again, and he resumed licking
he with a vengeance. I felt the intense feeling start to mount again.
Adam licked the length of my cunny lips and then he kept on going.

'There must be some mistake,' I thought, 'he's getting near my bum
hole'.

No mistake. Adam kept on until he reached my bum hole then traced
little circles round it with the tip of his tongue.

My bum hole was something I thought about as little as possible. I
pooped out of there reasonably regularly and got it over with as
quickly as possible, hating the smell of poop. I didn't bother my
bumhole and it didn't bother me.

However here was Adam, not only not ignoring it, he was actively
playing with it. And the weird thing was it seemed to amplify the
sensation of every nerve ending in my body. Adam pressed against my
bumhole with his tongue and I felt it give way, allowing him partial
admittance. I shivered at the sensations; I could feel every fibre of
matting pressing against my knees and elbows, even the grass seemed
to smell greener to my heightened senses.

Adam removed his tongue, and returned it to licking my cunny.
Distracted by the other sensations, I hadn't realised the intense
feeling had receded again. As it slowly built again I felt Adam push
a fingertip against my bumhole. Revolted by the thought of his finger
inside my bum yet excited by the heightened sensations I felt with
the previous intrusion I relaxed my muscles, neither fighting nor
colluding with the invasion. I felt my bumhole stretch inwards then
yield, and the finger slid inside me.

There was a whole new dimension to the growing intense feeling as
Adam licked my cunny and gently moved his finger in and out of my
bumhole. I felt something was going to explode inside me.

Suddenly Adam withdrew his finger completely and stopped licking me.
I was practically sobbing with despair. How could he torment me like
this?

Something much thicker and larger pressed against my bumhole. I
didn't know what it was at first. Again I neither assisted or
resisted the invasion. It took considerably more force, but
eventually the object bullied its way inside me. That's when I
realised it was Adam's willy.

I was mystified; why would Adam want to put his willy inside
somewhere so smelly and horrible? I felt my bumhole being stretched.
It seemed so wrong, things were meant to travel in the other
direction, and yet all my nerve endings seemed to be screaming their
sensations at me. Adam was in complete control now and I trusted him
absolutely.

Adam got all his willy inside me because I felt his tummy pressing
against my cheeks. I felt full inside as though I needed to poo, and
yet it was strangely warm and comforting. He rocked backwards and
forwards so his willy pulled out a little way then pushed back in.
Adam wrapped an arm under my hip and sought out my cunny with his
hand. He resumed rubbing me again, using his middle finger to stroke
my special bump in passing. The intense feeling rapidly returned,
stronger than ever. Whatever was about to happen was going to happen
very soon.

I was vaguely aware of Adam's willy throbbing and spasming inside my
bumhole then IT hit me. Continuous waves of pleasure emanated from my
cunny and flooded my whole body. As Adam continued to rub and tease
my special bump, the waves continued, overloading my senses and
overwhelming me. 

I remember my elbows giving way and slumping onto the matting.

When I woke, my body seemed to be glowing all over, and inside I was
silently purring like a cat. Then I realised my back was warm from
the sun and I wasn't wearing any clothes; I was going to suffer the
next day.

I roused myself, noticing that my cunny felt sticky and my bumhole
felt tender. Where was Adam? I quickly threw on my panties and dress
and ran towards the house calling his name. There was no sign of him,
even his cowboys and Indians had gone.

I noticed that Bessie was holding a piece of paper. It was a note
from Adam.

"Dear Lucy, You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and I
consider it a privilege to have shared a few brief moments of your
life. Love Forever, Adam. PS Sorry I was mean to your mummy but I
didn't hurt her. You'll find her in the trunk of your car in the
garage."

I didn't understand everything that had happened, but my time with
Adam had been magical and I didn't want to share that with anyone. I
folded the note and hid it inside my panties until I could find a
safe hiding place for it. Then I went to the garage in search of my
mummy.

*****

Many people would call me a shape-shifter. There's something about
the human animus such that it can only be contained within the vessel
of a hominiform body, so I can't transform into a mineral, a
vegetable or another animal, not even a gorilla or a chimp.

Scientists proudly proclaim 'conservation of mass', yet I can freely
change between adult and child and vice versa. Where does the extra
mass go or come from? Changing from child to adult is the trickiest;
I have to be careful not to wear any clothes at the time because they
don't transform with me and if anything won't split or tear to
accommodate my increase in size can be painful or even dangerous.

There seem to be rules governing the changes. I think it's likely
that whatever body I generate must contain self-consistent DNA. I
can't just will myself to appear like George Clooney plus a 12 inch
cock. Rather, I can target certain generics like age, sex, body shape
and racial type and somehow the rest is worked out for me. When I
experience a body I particularly like, I can remember it for
subsequent re-use. 

The 'Adam' body is one of my favourites. It's such a pretty body,
irresistibly so to many people. The body is on the cusp of puberty,
with sufficient stimulation producing little, dry cums. If there's a
real Adam out there somewhere, he's very lucky.

For me, the combination of red hair, green eyes and freckles is a
killer. Perhaps I had a lover with those characteristics earlier in
my life. I had watched little Lucy for days, marvelling at how
beautiful she was. Eventually I couldn't resist any longer. I just
had to spend some time with her, whatever it took.

While Lucy was playing doctors and nurses with me I was in heaven,
wishing it could go on forever. Sexual activity wasn't my objective.
In a way it wasn't a good thing because it shortened our time
together and meant I could never be her 'Adam' again, but from the
moment when Lucy stroked my thigh and caused my erection I was
helpless to resist, forced to become more and more an active
participant.

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