From: b1223@ix.netcom.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "Vitamins" by Christine Norman Vitamins -- Part 1 by Christine Norman ****** "Here you go, you skinny little shit. Maybe this will put some muscle on you." Roy handed Jimmy the large bottle of pills. "Roy, leave him alone," said Linda, Jimmy's mother. "You're such a bully." "I'm just teasing him, Linda, god. Get a sense of humor." Roy laughed and handed her a smaller bottle. "Here these are for you. Better than anything you'll get over the counter." Roy was a pharmacist. A job he loved. Drugs had always been his love, since high school. Now he could mix and prepare almost anything. He was a master at his craft, all right. Indeed, he supplemented his legal practice well with 'side' production. Linda, his wife, didn't work. She'd had a job as a legal secretary, but after she married Roy she'd quite that job on his insistance. In his words, "your shitty salary doesn't make a difference anyway. Your time would be better spent staying home, keeping my house clean, and having dinner ready when I came home." Jimmy was fifteen year-old Linda's son, not Roy's. Jimmy had never met his father. All he knew of him was that he'd been someone Linda had got involved with in high school. He'd been born when she was 16, causing her to drop out of high school in order to look after him. Things had been pretty tight over the years, until Roy married Linda. Now they had all the creature comforts. So what if he treated them both like shit. "Take your pills," said Roy. Jimmy grimaced. He never took the vitamines Roy made--his little way of protesting. Roy would go on about how he "mixed them up special", at great personal pains. Flushing those vitamins down the toilet made Jimmy feel like he was getting back at Roy, somehow. Anyway, these vitamins looked strange. They were big, and grey. Not like the ones he was used to getting, which looked more like his mother's. "I'll take it after dinner" said Jimmy. That prompted Roy to raise his hand, but Linda glared him down. "No Roy. Not again." Jimmy watched with interest, as his mom came to life. The beatings had only stopped a month ago, but they had stopped. Jimmy didn't know anything about his mom finding out about Roy's illegal drug activities, and threatening to see him in jail if he didn't stop hitting her and Jimmy. Roy lowered his hand. "Fine, but the little shit will take his pill now. And you too." Roy had a gleam in his eye. "Do it honey," said Linda. Jimmy grimaced, and struggled with the bottle, trying to open it. Roy sneered. The lid popped off. Jimmy shoved a pill in his mouth, stuck it in his tongue, and took a drink of water. "Open your mouth," said Roy. "Roy!" Jimmy took another drink of water, this time swallowing the pill. He opened his mouth for Roy's inspection. Better this violation than to risk Roy's anger towards him or his mother. -- After dinner, which was as usual riddled with insulting comments, Jimmy went up to his room, closed the door, and let his steel exterior fall. Tears welled in his eyes, but he did not cry. He would not let himself cry. As usual, the food had been wonderful, but the conversation gave it the taste of ash. "So, play into sports today?" Roy asked. "No," said Jimmy, knowing lying and making things up would just lead trouble. He was used now to just sitting there and taking Roy's emotional abuse. "Why can't you be a normal boy? Why are you always reading those fucking books, and playing your little computer games. Get out in the fresh air and maybe you'll stop being such a fucking little pansy." Jimmy just ate his meat, not commenting. "Answer me when I talk to you. What are you such a little fucking wimp anyway. You're an embarassment. I'd hate to think anyone thought you were my son." "I'm not your son," said Jimmy. "Thank god," said Roy. "Not tell me, why are you such a pussy." "I just don't like sports," said Jimmy. "Is it because you're such a tiny little wimp?" asked Roy. "No," said Jimmy. He just didn't like sports. True, he'd tried playing them before, but he was small. He'd always been small. He'd been very sick from age 3-5, and he'd always seemed years younger than the other children. Only 5'5, skinny, and scrawny, and a social misfit, he'd learned not to play with the other children. He didn't talk to them. He just sat in the back of the class, did his work, and left school as soon as possible to go home. Thank God Roy didn't get home until 7pm usually. "Sure it is. But if you tried you'd get some muscle maybe. That's why I fixed you those vitamins. Maybe you'll get bigger now." "Roy," Linda had said. "You didn't put steroids in there did you?" "No," said Roy smiling. "No steroids, I promise." Sighing, Jimmy sat down on his bed and lay back, trying to not think any more of Roy. Picking up a pulp science fiction, he let himself get lost in this other, much better, world. The next day was much the same for Jimmy, as was the next. Wake up, go to school, avoid talking to anyone. Come home, go to his room, come to dinner. Take a pill under the watchful eye of Roy, who seemed to take great pleasure in giving it to him and checking his mouth to make sure he swallowed it. A dinner of abuse, and then retreat to his room to escape. So Jimmy's life continued, for a couple of months. -- Jimmy stood naked in the bathroom, the door locked, looking in the tiny mirror. He ran his hands over his smooth hairless chest, stopping to touch his nipple. He turned sideways, looking at himself. There was some swelling. It must be puberty. He remembered from health class, reading about puberty. His voice would go down, he'd get hairier, and hopefully he'd get bigger and stronger too. His body would fill with hormones, and obviously they were full, right now. Gynomasticia. He'd looked it up at the school. Male breast development. It sometimed happened in males while they were going through puberty. The development was usually small, and went away in a few months. It was alright, they weren't noticible, but it still felt somewhat strange. He felt his nipple. There was a hard lump underneath it. Hormones. Maybe he would start working out now, to help puberty along. He shivered. He couldn't see himself going into the school gym with all those athletic boys. "What the fuck are you doing in there, jacking off?" "N..no!" yelled Jimmy, quickly dressing himself. He opened the bathroom door, meeting the livid face of Roy. "When I want to take a shit, I don't want to have to wait until a little shit finishes jacking off." "I wasn't doing that," said Jimmy. His mind thought "there's another bathroom downstairs, why didn't you use that one," but he didn't say anything. Roy looked like he wanted to hit Jimmy, but he didn't touch him. "Get the hell out of my way." Jimmy moved. -- Jimmy swallowed the pill quickly. Roy didn't check his mouth. He'd stopped that finally. It had taken him four months to stop checking. "Why don't you get your hair cut?" he asked Jimmy. Jimmy hadn't had his hair cut in six months, and it was getting somewhat ragged. Jimmy didn't like going to the barber. He liked his messy tangled mop, that he could hide under. He didn't want to go sit in the middle of a room, have his hair cut away, revealing his face to the surrounding people, all watching. "I'm just trying to save your money," said Jimmy. Roy shook his head. "That's right, it is my money, and I don't know why I should be expected to spend it on a little faggot like you." "Roy!" exclaimed Linda. "He looks like a little faggot-girl with that long hair," said Roy. "Just leave him alone," said Linda. After dinner, Jimmy ran up to the upstairs bathroom. Roy wasn't finished yet, which was good. He wouldn't be interrupted. He took his shirt off and took a good look at his chest. His small breasts look back at him. Jimmy turned sideways, and ran his fingers over their curve. He touched the nipple, which was sensitive and sent a little electric shock through his body. He cupped them gently. They weren't very big, thank god. What was happening to him? He'd looked through the book, but hadn't found any definition of what size breasts gynomasticia would give a boy. He'd assumed smaller than this. They were almost as big as a girl's. If Jimmy had known how to measure their size, he would have, and would have found them to be AA. Jimmy pulled his loose shirt back over his body. He wore loose sweat shirts to school now so no one would see them. Jimmy touched his face, looking for some sign of hair, but there was none. He had thought there was a little coming in on his chin, but it seemed to have disappeared. Jimmy looked disapprovingly at his body. He dropped his pants. "I am such a little fucking sissy wimp." He turned, to look at his slender, creamy white, legs. "Why can't I hurry up and grow up?" His eyes began to tear again. "I look like a girl." Losing control he sat huddled on the floor and bent his head forward into his lap. He let the tears run, but held in the gasping sobs. -- In the lab, Roy worked, late at night, a master of his trade. Designer drugs. The passion of the rich and famous, and he made them. Oh, he didn't manufacture them, but he designed them, shipped off the formula, and waited for the fat cheque. If that little bitch Linda had any idea how much he was worth...but she was stupid. She'd managed to get a hold of his record book, photocopy it, and put a copy in that safe deposit box but she didn't really understand what she'd found. Linda was safe. Her will, in her sister's position, had instructions on what was to be done on her death. Not that Roy would kill her, he wasn't that sort of man, though he was sorely tempted. Well, he'd deal with Linda. He was dealing with her now. Vitamins. Keeps the body strong, if they're made that way. Kills the mind, if they're made that way. And that's what he was doing to her. Slowly, but surely. And that little pussy Jimmy, it was working on him too. Roy laughed. What sweet revenge on that little cunt who should have been born with one. Roy made Jimmy's vitamins special. Vitamins. Minerals. Progesterones. Estrogens. Anti-androgens. He'd been watching Jimmy's change of dress. Loose baggy sweat shirts, even though it was summer. The little faggot was blossoming, assuredly. -- Jimmy masturbated. He'd just figgured out how to do it. He stood in the bathroom, his hand on his penis, his other on the nipple of his right breast. It was six months since he'd started taking the pills, and Jimmy was now most definitely an 'A'. His hand worked furiously, but not for sexual pleasure, though that was another result. His tiny penis standing erect, he held a tape measure against it and measured. Five inches. He frowned. He'd heard guys talking about their eight inch cocks. He touched his testacles. They seemed small, too. Sighing, he dressed for school, not really interested in finishing his self play. He wrapped the surgical bandage around his chest slowly, pressing his breasts flat against his chest. He wound it tight, until he was satisfied he wasn't bulging out. He pulled the t-shirt over his head, and then the sweat shirt, and went to school. The hot sun beat down on him. It would be another horribly warm day. In computers class he sat at the back of the room, by himself. It was his sixteenth birthday. Only he remembered. Maybe his mom would remember for when he came home. She's seem pretty zoned out lately. Just sitting at home, watching the TV, and getting fat. Roy had had lots of comments to make about that. "Shape up. I didn't marry you so you could get fat and ugly." Jimmy liked computers. He could stay at home with his computer and program, or use his modem to get files, and games. He'd even met a few people, and chatted with them on the computer, and hadn't felt the usual embarassment associated with presenting himelf to them. Computers class was different, but still interesting. It was easy too. The only class he did well in. Other than computers, Jimmy was a solid 'C' student. He took all general level courses, except for computers. General computers was using databases, and other boring things. Here at least he was able to program. Someone sat down next to him. He panicked, his eyes opening wide. It was Becky Cartwright. The cutest girl in the class, not that that was saying much. Still, he felt eyes on her, and correspondingly on him. People were wondering what she was doing sitting back and talking with Jimmy the geek. People were watching her and him together. He could feel their eyes. He wanted to shrink under his desk and disolve away. "Jimmy?" she asked. Jimmy just looked at her. "That is your name, isn't it?" She knew his name from the teaching calling it, on occasion. Jimmy always answered the question right, but never raised his hand. "Yes," said Jimmy. "I hear you are smart with computers," she said. Jimmy was surprised. He couldn't imagine anyone else talking about him. "How did you hear that?" "I asked Mr. Falkners. I mean, I'm having trouble with this assignment, so I asked him for some help. He said I should talk to you." Jimmy's mind reeled. He cursed Mr. Falkners. The CS teacher had 'taken an interest' in Jimmy. He'd talked to him a few times, encouraging him to try a little harder to be friends with people. He'd tried to get Jimmy to go to the guidence counsellor. "Jimmy?" asked Becky. Jimmy turned and looked at her again, returning from his thoughts. "I'm not that good," he said. "The assignment is due on Monday," said Becky, "and I haven't started yet. Please Jimmy." The assignment was the end-of-term project. Mr. Falkners had it in lieu of a final exam. It was worth 50% of the final mark. "What do you want me to do?" asked Jimmy. "Help me with it," said Becky. "Mr. Falkners said you didn't have a partner." Some of the students were, with the instructor's permission, doing a joint project. Jimmy frowned. He didn't want Becky working with him. She was looking at him, in a funny way. Her eyes were so big, she looked slightly frightened and scared. Jimmy felt sorry for her for a second. "Ok" he said. "Great!" said Becky. "Are you doing anything after school?" "I guess not," said Jimmy. He never did anything at any time. "Then come to my place and we will work on it together," said Becky. "My locker is number 805. Meet me there." The class started. Becky returned to her seat. Jimmy thought a lot about her for the rest of the day. He was scared. -- "So, you see, the loop takes each of the elements in this array, applies the tax, and puts the new value back in the same array element," said Jimmy. "Wow, you are so smart, I understand this now," said Becky. "You're a way better teacher than Mr. Falkner." Jimmy looked at her. She looked so bright and excited, so happy. This was the third time he'd come over this week, to do computers with her. She listened when he spoke, with interest. What he said was important to her. She learned things from what he said. And she was so pretty. Jimmy blushed, just thinking of it. She was so pretty, and she was talking to him. Of course she was just using him for computers, but still, he could pretend she wasn't and that she really liked him. As a friend. She must have lots of boys chasing after her all the time. "Do you have a boyfriend?" blurted out Jimmy. Becky looked at him and smiled. "No...." "Oh, said Jimmy. Neither do I. I mean...." Becky laughed. "I hope you don't have a boyfriend, Jimmy." "Do you think I'm a...you know," Jimmy struggled with words. "A geek?" "You're a very boy nice Jimmy," said Becky. She hoped he wouldn't ask her out. He was a very nice boy, but she didn't find him attractive. He was too socially inept, small, and delicate looking. She was an inch taller than him. "Thanks," was all he said. And he went back to work. Jimmy stayed over for dinner that night. He came to see Becky again on the weekend, and they worked on the project on her computer. Jimmy was already done. He could have just handed in the project for both of them, but Becky really wanted to learn, and he actually found himself enjoying teaching her. He was sad that Monday, the last day of school, when the project was handed in, because he knew he'd never see her again. But at least summer was coming, school was over, and he could go back home and stay there for a long time. -- The phone rang. Twice. There was a pause, and then his mother's sweet voice. "Honey, it's for you." Jimmy left his room. He didn't have a phone there, he didn't get any calls, though he did have a phone line for his modem. He took the phone from his mother's hand, she was smiling. "It's a girl." Jimmy panicked again. He raised the phone to his ear. "Hello?" "Hi Jimmy, it's Becky." It was her. Her voice was very sweet. It had been weeks since they'd talked. "I know," he said. Gulping. *Why is my voice so high pitched and squeeky?* he wondered. "I'm having a summer barbecue, and I'm inviting all my friends, and wanted to know if you'd like to come." "I'm busy," he said quickly. He knew her friends. He didn't like them. "But I haven't told you when it is? It's in a week." "Oh, I'm going on a trip with my family," lied Jimmy. "I'll be leaving in three days for about a week, maybe more." "Oh," said Becky. She sounded a little confused. "Well, give me a call when you get back." "Ok, I will," lied Jimmy. He knew her phone number. It was the only phone number he'd bothered to memorize besides his own. The only other one he'd thought of calling, besides his own. "Bye." "Bye Jimmy," said Becky. He put the phone down. He felt stupid. Really stupid. -- It was one week, and three days, since she'd called him. His fingers shook as he dialed the phone. Roy was home for a vacaton. He was taking one week off, and just staying at home. He'd planned flying somewhere nice, but his plans had fallen through. He was in a livid mood, and taking out his rage on everyone. Jimmy had to get out. Somewhere. He'd been living in the libarary. "Hello?" it was Becky's voice. He almost sighed in relief. He thought he'd maybe had the wrong phone number, or that her mother would pick up the phone. "Hello?" Becky's voice again. "Uh, hello. It's Jimmy." "Oh hi Jimmy, how was your trip?" "Oh, good. Uh, I was wondering if you wanted to do anything. I'll bring something over for your computer, or something." "When?" asled Becky. "Oh," said Jimmy. "Today?" "I'm sorry Jimmy, but I've made plans..." said Becky. "That's alright. Nevermind. See you in school..." inserted Jimmy. "Wait! Don't hang up, you're so silly. How about tomorrow?" "Oh, sure, ok. Sure." "Ok, I'll see you then. Bye Jimmy." "Bye." He hung up. Jimmy shivered. His chest hurt. He ran upstairs. In her room, Becky smiled. That Jimmy was one screwed up kid. She felt so sorry for him. He really needed a friend. She'd worried that he might be after her, but she realized now that he probably wasn't after anyone, except maybe a friend. -- "Come in Jimmy". Becky was wearing a beautiful yellow sun dress. Jimmy looked her over without even realizing he was doing it. He walked into her nice house, which always smelled so fresh. Smaller than his, but so much nicer, because Roy didn't live here. "Aren't you hot in that?" asked Becky. She was looking at his grey sweatshirt. "No, no," lied Jimmy. He was sweating. He was always sweating now. He smelled funny to himself. At least he didn't stink like Roy did when he was sweaty. "Here, I'll get some lemonade." She walked to the kitchen, and Jimmy noticed yet again how beautiful she was. In the kitchen, he heard the fridge door open. An ice cube tray was taken out, and cracked. The rattle of ice cubes in two glasses. A pause for inaudible pouring, the closing of the fridge door, and Becky came back with two tall glasses of lemonade. "Thanks" said Jimmy, standing where he'd been during this whole time. "Come upstairs, and show me what you have," said Becky. "It's just a little program I wrote. It does graphics." "I'm sure it's great," said Becky. Upstairs, Jimmy showed her the program. He watched it with distaste. It wasn't very good. It was bad. "That's wonderful, Jimmy," said Becky. She seemed really impressed. "You're just saying that," said Jimmy. "No really, I could never do something like that." "It's not hard," said Jimmy, wiping his brow. "Listen you," said Becky in mock sterness, "take that sweat shirt off right now. You're dripping on my bed." "I'd rather not," said Jimmy. Becky looked exhasperated. "Please Jimmy? Relax." Nervously, Jimmy lifted his sweat shirt up over his head. Undenerath, he had on a plain black opaque T-shirt. Better safe than sorry. He felt the constiction of the surgical bandage, firmly clipped in place. "Wow, I can actually see your body," said Becky smiling. Jimmie winced. He hated his body. "Come on, smile," said Becky. She punched him playfully in the arm. Jimmy looked away, and then looked back. "Please smile?" asked Becky. Jimmy turned his head down, he felt like crying. Exasperated, Becky reached forward and grabbed Jimmy's waist. "I'll treat you like my little sister then, when she's in a grumpy mood." Becky dug her fingers into Jimmy's sides. "Tickle tickle!" The feeling of her touching him shocked Jimmy awake. He hadn't been touched in a long time. His mother stopped touching him when she started dating Roy. His only physical contact had been blows. He was nervous, but he didn't want it to stop. He giggled, and then laughed, squirming as Becky tickled him mercilessly. He fell backwards on her bed, reveling in this physical contact. There was nothing sexual about it for him, or for her. She was on top of him, digging mercilessly into his sides, happy in getting this much reaction from him. His face was lit up, he was laughing. A high pitched melodious giggle. Jimmy didn't feel the first pin give way, but he did feel the second. His body tensed noticibly, and suddenly. He stopped laughing. "I need to go to the bathroom," he said. "Aha, you won't escape me this easily," said Becky. She was sitting on top of him, and still attacking him with tickling frenzy. Jimmy tried to roll over. She took this as an invitation for more horseplay. She pushed him down to the bed. He struggled, trying to get away from her without seeming panicked. The bandage was loosening. He rolled over again, this time on his back. She was on top of him now, her body pressed agains his. "Do you know how many boys would kill for this, Jimmy?" she asked giggling. Her legs were against his. Her crotch was pressed against his. She was disappointed she didn't feel anything stirring down there. Maybe he was gay. She didn't want him, but she wanted him to want her, for some reason. She pinned his arms against the bed and looked at him, smiling. He looked so scared. "Have you ever kissed a girl before, Jimmy?" she asked. She didn't know why she was doing this. She didn't think too much about it, though. Jimmy didn't answer. She bent forward, and let her lips touch his. Soft. His lips were so soft. She felt a hardening below, and he kissed her back, clumsily. Jimmy's mind raced. He couldn't believe this was happening. Her arms were on his face now, holding it, and she was kissing him. She liked this. She was used to being kissed, not kissing. There was something so sweet and innocent about him. Her body was pressed against his. He was growing hard underneath her. She lifted her body up a bit and ran one hand over his cheek. "You sweet boy, I don't know why I did that." She ran her finger down his cheek, and his neck, and over his chest. With her touching there, he stiffened, and she stopped. Lightly, she pressed her hand against him. She looked at him strangely and brought up her other hand, touching and squeezing them. "Oh my god," she said looking at him, "you're a girl?" Jimmy stood there frozen, just looking at her. He couldn't believe that this was happening. "No, no..." she said. She looked down at his crotch. "No, you're not, sorry...I don't know what I was thinking. She looked at his chest, and saw the swelling there. "Jimmy, what's going on?" "I don't know," he said. Tears flowed freely. "They just grew there." He began to sob. "It's ok, it's ok." Becky rolled off of him and took his hand. "Jimmy, sit up for a moment." He did not respond, she pulled him up a little, and he did not resist. "Is this why you always wear those sweat shirts?" she asked. He nodded. "Jimmy, can I see? You can trust me. I just want to know." Jimmy did not move. "Please, take your shirt off." Jimmy shook his head. "I can already see them, Jimmy. I just want to see them, so I can know what they're like. I mean. You might be sick or something. I could know maybe if I looked at them." Becky wasn't sure what she was saying, but she had to know. Did this boy have breasts? Still crying, Jimmy reached down and pulled up his black t-shirt. The surgical tape was still around is chest, but loose. Becky reached forward, pulled out one pin, and began to unwrap it. Jimmy felt incredible shame, as his breasts were exposed. Becky eyed him critically. "You really look like a girl, you know? I mean, those really look like girl's breasts. If I hadn't felt your cock, I would think you were a girl." "I'm a boy. My puberty is just all screwed up," said Jimmy. "How is the rest of your body?" asked Becky. "I don't know," said Jimmy. "Small, scrawny, weak." "Jimmy, I want you to trust me totally. Ok?" Becky took his hand in hers. "Please trust me, I'm your friend." "You're my only friend," said Jimmy. "Then trust me. Take your clothes off. I want to see the rest of you." Jimmy did not move. She began to slowly unbutton his pants, and then stopped. "Fair is fair." She stood and lowered the strap of her sun dress, and let it fall to the floor. Dressed in a white cotton bra, and panties, she undressed Jimmy. She took off his pants, and then her own bra, and then lowered his underwear, though she kept her own panties on. She looked at him. "Lie back." He did as he was told. "Roll over onto your front." He did so. She marveled at his body. He really looked like a girl. He was very slender, but his body shape was distinctly female. Even his face was female. Only his tiny penis betrayed his masculinity. It was flacid now. She felt a stirring inside of her, and lay down beside him. He seemed dead to the world. "Jimmy?" she asked, he did not respond. She kissed him, and he blinked. She kissed him harder, and he responded. She pressed her body against him, her breasts against his beasts, her thighs against his thighs. "Don't you hate me?" asked Jimmy. "I'm a freak." "No, I will never hate you Jimmy," said Becky. She held him against her, and he began to cry again. He cried for a long time. She stroked his cheek, like a mother strokes a child. -- "You don't have to bind yourself like that," said Becky. Jimmy was getting dressed now, and preparing to wrap the surgical bandage around himself to flatten his breasts. "I don't want people to see me," he commented. "My parents are gone for the weekend, there's no one here but us. You don't have to hide yourself from me." Jimmy stopped winding. He was in love with her. He'd never thought much about her, not seriously. He knew she was cute. Beautiful even. He'd felt some stirings for her before, but never thought about it. Now here she was. She had kissed him. She had held him. She had seen him naked, and she had not rejected him. They'd lain there for an hour. Him naked, her mostly naked. He'd wanted never to get up, but eventually she had. She'd kissed him so tenderly. Every kiss told him she cared. He slipped the black t-shirt over his head. He looked down at his breasts, clearly visible. He was so embarassed. "I look like a freak." "No you don't Jimmy," said Becky smiling. "Actually, you look pretty cute." "Oh sure, the girls will come running when they see these," said Jimmy, pointing to his breasts. "Well, I meant, you know...." Becky was exasperated. "You mean cute like a girl?" Jimmy laughed. "I don't think so. You're cute. You're gorgeous." "Thank you Jimmy. My breasts aren't much bigger than yours you know." "There's more to it than that," said Jimmy. "You're just...cute. Your hair is so pretty. Your face is so pretty. Your body is so wonderful...." "You're body is nice too Jimmy. I know lots of girls who'd like to have a slim body like yours." "Bullshit," said Jimmy. "No, I'm serious. Let me show you." "How?" asked Jimmy. "Just for fun," said Becky. She opened a drawer. "Would you like to try this on?" she held out a white cotton bra. "I think it's about the right size for you. It's one I wore when I was 14. Jimmy blushed. "Not exactly a manly thing to do." Becky rolled her eyes. "You've got to stop being so ashamed of yourself Jimmy. Realize, I like you, I think you're a nice guy. Yes, you have breasts, and should probably see a doctor about that. But don't go around being ashamed all the time." She handed him the bra. "Go on, it would be interesting." Shrugging, Jimmy held the bra up to his chest, placing the cups over his breasts. He took off his shirt. "I'll get it all sweaty." "True," said Jenny. "Why don't you go take a shower." Jimmy looked at her. "Go on, go on, I'll make lunch. You take a shower." "Alright." Jimmy walked out of her room and into the bathroom. He stripped and entered the small white standing shower. *What am I doing*, he thought to himself. *How did I get here, and how did this happen?* He soaped his body thoroughly, noticing always the feeling as he soaped his breasts. Breasts that shouldn't be there. He washed his hair, and conditioned it. Leaving the shower, he looked at himself in the mirror. "I do look like a girl." It was true. He held one hand over his genitals, and looked again. A girl. He combed his hair out, and left the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around him. He didn't want to put his sweaty clothes on again, or ruin the shower. Becky called down from the kitchen. "I'll be right up Jimmy." He heard clattering noises in the kitchen, and then she came up the stairs. She was wearing a little pink t-shirt now and tight jeans. She carried a black tray with two turkey sandwiches and two glasses of milk. Jimmy smiled at her. She took him back into her bedroom. They silently ate their sandwiches and milk. "Now, what are we going to give you to wear...." said Becky. She handed him the white bra. "We'll start from here." Jimmy clumsily tried to put on the bra. Upside down at first, but he soon corrected himself. He slipped one band over one shoulder, and the other over the other. Vainly, he tried to attach the clip. Becky helped him. He stood there, feeling very strange. The soft material surrounded his breasts entirely, and lifted them slightly. "Cute," was Becky's only comment. She moved to her open dresser drawer and tossed him a pair of white panties. She turned and averted her eyes. Blushing, Jimmy slipped them up over his legs. He instinctively tucked his genitals between his legs, and drew them up tight. Becky turned around again. "Oh, you're going to be gorgeous, you know that?" *What am I getting myself into here* wondered Jimmy. "Stand," said Becky. He did so, and she eyed him critically. "Ok cutie, we'll get you started with a summer dress. Becky looked through her closet. "Here's one. It's a little to small for me, it should fit you well. She pulled out a little white dress, and handed it to Jimmy. He pulled it over his head. She adjusted it on him carefully, and stood back approvingly. "Oh....sexy." Jimmy stood there feeling confused. The dress was a little tight, but hugged his body in a strange way. Almost like it had been made for him. His waist, his hips. In both places the material was just a little tight. Just a little. "Now, sit down, and lets see about your hair." Jimmy sat down. Becky rummaged through her closet and pulled out a bag. She pulled out little pink curlers. "Uh, Becky, I think that might be a bad idea," said Jimmy. "Don't worry, you can just wash these out," said Becky. "It's all for fun. I just want to see how cute I can make you look. You'll have to wash after I do your makeup anyway." Jimmy shrugged, and submitted to her care. She carefully rolled and curled his hair, and then put a net over it. "We'll have to wait a little while before I can take those out. Now, for the face. For this, we bring out the heavy artillery." Giggling, she opened her pink makeup bag, and began to carefully scrutinize his face. "You really are gorgeous, you know. I don't think you have any blemishes. No hair either. Are you sure you're not a girl?" She smiled again. "Still, a little makeup never hurt anyone. Hold still." First she took out a compact and gently applied some blush. "Not to much, just a little," she said, as she brushed it on his cheeks. "Your cheek bones are nice. I'm jealous." Next she took out eye shadow. "Just a little, to emphasize your eyes a little." The shade was a light rose. She brushed it over his closed lids. Next came mascara, again "just a little". She warned him sternly not to move as she darkened and separated each lash. "Now the most fun part--lipstick!" she said triumphantly. First she took out a lip pencil, and outlined his unmoving lips. Then she slowly filled in his lips with a light shiny red color. It tasted of raspberry. "Ooh, if you could only see yourself now!" she said. Jimmy began to get up, she pushed him back down. "No way, stay there, hon. I'm not done with you yet. I just tried these myself last week, but they're really really cute. She brought out a package of fake nails. "These will make your fingers really gorgeous." Jimmy did not protest as she attached each nail, and glued it firmly in place. Then came nail polish. First a coat of clear base, and then three top coats of glistening red. "Now for the hair," she said, and began to unroll it. Fluffing and combing it expertly, she turned a critical eye, making sure each curl was in the right place. A little hairspray fixed minor deviances. "And last, the icing on the cake." She pulled out a little perfume bottle and dabbed a dot on both sides of Jimmy's neck, and one in the middle of his bodice. She giggled. "Ok, come over and look in the mirror," she said, smiling like a cheshire cat. "I can't believe I'm doing this," thought Jimmy. He walked over and took a look in her full length mirror. The shock hit him hard. He didn't know what he'd see, but didn't expect this. The person staring back at him was not Jimmy the geek. Jimmy the nerd. Jimmy the wallflower. Staring back at him was a fairly attractive young girl. More than fairly attractive. She was really cute. Her white sundress revealed long legs, and a curvacious body. Even a little bodice was visible. Her face had classic qualities to it. The makeup was subtle but definitive. Her hair was a little short, but attractive. She was obviously growing it out. "Is that really me?" asked Jimmy. "Yes it is," said Becky. "God, Roy was right. I'm a pussy-wimp faggot. Look at me." "Jimmy, stop that. You're a gorgeous girl. Just look at yourself. You could drive the boys crazy." "I don't want to be a girl," said Jimmy. He looked at himself in the mirror. It was erotic. That was the only word for it. "That's too bad, because you make a really cute one," said Becky. The phone rang. Becky scuttled over and grabbed it. "Just a sec, hon." She lifted it up and cradeled it on her shoulder. "Hello? Hi-ya. Tonight? Oh I don't know. What? Sure. Oh yeah, no problem. No, it's a secret. No, I won't tell you, trust me. No I wouldn't, don't worry." She laughed. "You too. I'll see you then then. No I can't talk, I've got a guest. Yes she is. Sorry. Goodbye!" Still grinning she hung up the phone. "Who was that?" asked Jimmy. "Just a friend, now don't you worry. You're staying for dinner you know, right? We have to wash your sweaty clothes so you'll have something to wear when you go home. That is, unless you want to borrow my dress." "Not a chance of that," said Jimmy. "You know, you even sound like a girl," said Becky. "Just try to talk a little more...musically. Don't be so gruff. You sound like a grumbling grump. Just talk like me." Jimmy frowned. "Listen gorgeous, you're so dressed up, I feel a need to do the same. Would you like to help me get dressed?" "Ok," said Jimmy, smiling now a little. Becky pulled off her shirt, and stepped out of her jeans, standing in front of Jimmy in panties and bra. "Now, what dress would look good on me?" she turned and looked through her closet. "All of them," said Jimmy. "Sure, sure," said Becky. "That yellow sun dress you wore earlier looked really good," said Jimmy. "I want something a little more formal. How about this?" Becky pulled out a little green dress. "This suitable for a night on the town?" she asked. Jimmy nodded, it was. Becky pulled the dress on, and did her makeup. She stood in front of Jimmy. "Well?" "Gorgeous," said Jimmy. "So are you," said Becky. She looked at him. "You're really cute." She stepped closer to him and put her arms around him, and hugged. He hugged her back, very conscious of the feeling of their breasts pressing together. When she lifted her lips, and held them an inch away from his, he could feel himself getting hard. "I'm not going to kiss you every time Jimmy", she said. Nervous, shaking, he bent his lips forward and kissed hers lightly. He could taste her lipstick, and she could taste his. She ran her fingers over his bottom, and down his leg. He held her slim waist with both of his hands. "Now of course we've fucked up our makeup," said Becky, giggling. Jimmy giggled too. "You'd better put it on yourself," said Becky handing him a lipstick. Jimmy sat down infront of the mirror and applied it, watching how she did hers. The doorbell rang. Jimmy's hand jerked, leaving a bright red mark outside of his lip. "Silly girl," said Becky. Taking a tissue, she wiped his lip. "Just stay here, I'll see who it is." She ran downstairs. Jimmy looked for a place to hide. He heard the door open, and a male voice. "Hey". "Come on in guys." That was Becky. What was she doing? "Jenny's up stairs." "That's her name? Cool." Another male voice. "She'll be down in a second. She's still getting ready." The sound of Becky coming up the stairs. What was she doing? "Rick and Peter are here," she said. "We've got to go now hon." "What are you doing?" whispered Jimmy. "You look too good to stay in all night," whispered back Becky. "Rick called and asked if I wanted to go out tonight. His wanted me to fix up his friend Peter too, so I figured, why not?" "Oh no, no way. Peter Renolds?" "Yes, that's the one. You know him?" "Yes, he's a dick." "Ah, but a cute dick," Becky giggled. "I'm not going to do this," The sound of feet on the stairs. Jimmy stood up and moved towards the door, but it was too late. "Hell-o." It was Peter. "You're Jenny? Cool. Ready to go?" Jimmy stood there flustered. Becky smiled and walked towards him, waving her hand in his face. "Go back downstairs you horny bastard. We're not ready yet." "You two look good to me," said Peter, smiling. "Well wait five minutes and we'll be even more gorgeous. Go down. Have some lemonade." Peter left, grinning. Becky walked over to a bag in her closet, fished around, and tossed Jimmy some panty hose. "Put these on." Jimmy just stood there frozen. "Listen, Jenny, relax. Just relax. Have some fun. Be social for once in your life." "Oh god," said Jimmy, but slipped the panty hose on. Beck ran over, and corrected his movements, seeing he was going to tear them. Once they were on, she handed him a pair of white leather shoes. He slipped them on his feet, she smiled at him. "Good, it looked like you were about my size. Come on now." Leading Jimmy by the hand, she pulled him downstairs. -- "Peter, Rick, this is Jenny. She's my cousin, visiting for the weekend." "Hey Jenny," said Rick and Peter in unison. Jimmy just stood there. Becky prodded him. "Oh, hi," said Jimmy. He sounded depressed, as normal. Becky prodded him again. "I mean hi!" he replied, in a cheerful if someone inane voice. Rick and Peter laughed. Panick hit Jimmy, but soon he realized they were laughing with him, and not at him. "Come on, lets go then," said Rick. "What are we doing?" asked Becky. "Goin' to see Blackbird IV," said Peter. Becky groaned. "That's one of those action violence movies right?" "Hey, we're paying, so don't complain," said Rick, smiling. "Oh, in THAT case," said Becky grinning. "We don't mind, do we Jenny?" "Uh, no," said Jimmy, grinning back at her. "You know, Rick, Jenny and I haven't eaten yet," said Becky. Her voice took a slightly beseeching tone. "Uh oh, we should have seen this coming," said Peter, laughing. "Ok, we'll stop off at McDonalds or something. Come on, my car is outside." "Oooh, we have wheels," said Becky smiling. "Let's go." -- "Now wasn't that fun?" asked Becky. It was 10pm, and Peter had just dropped them off at Becky's place. "Yes, it was," admitted Jimmy. He'd had a great time. He'd loved the movie, but more importantly, he'd loved being with Becky, Peter, and Rick. At the start he'd been really nervous. He kept expecting one of them to recognize him, but they never did. He knew them as dorky guys. Jocks. Assholes. But that night they had been really nice. They'd told funny jokes, and he'd found himself laughing and gigling over them. After the movie, when they went for a walk in the park, he'd even found himself talking back to them. Chatting. It had been fun. "I think Peter really liked you," said Becky, a mischevious look in her eyes. "I stuck with you, cuz I didn't know if you were ready to be kissed yet. "Kissed? Yet? I like kissing you," said Jimmy. Becky bent forward and gave him a little kiss. "I like kissing you too, Jenny. You're cute, and you're fun. You're like a little sister to me. But you should try kissing a guy some time. It's a lot different. It's a whole different feeling." "I am a guy," said Jimmy, slowly. "Well, maybe, but you make a great girl too you know," said Becky. "I think you had a lot more fun tonight then you've had at other times. And you don't have to wear that stupid bandage." She giggled. Jimmy looked at the clock. "Oh my god, it's so late, Roy is going to kill me." "Did you violate curfue or something?" Jimmy ignored her, and ran for a phone. Nervously he dialed the number. "Hello?" it was his mother's voice. She sounded like she had been crying. "Mom?" "Jimmy!" In the background Jimmy heard "so the little shit's alive". "You'd better come home sweety. Where are you?" Her voice was strained. Jimmy was about to answer, when he heard the phone being ripped from his mother's hands. "Where the hell are you you little shit? Your mother's been worried to hell about you, and I've had to deal with her whining." "I'm sorry Roy. I'll come home right away." "The hell you will. I'm going to come get you. Where the fuck are you?" "487 forest lane," said Roy. "Right, I'll be there in five minutes. You'd better be waiting outside." The phone hung. Jimmy looked down at himself. "Oh my god, Becky, you've got to help me get changed real quick." Jimmy ran upstairs, and tore off his clothes. "Wait a second, watch it! You ruined that stocking." Jimmy didn't hear her. He ran into the bathroom, ran the water, and started splasing it on his face. Becky ran behind him and grabbed his arm, yelling, "Stop it! You're making a mess. Stop it! I'll help you." He stopped. She opened a cupboard, and took out a tub of cold cream. She smeared it on his face, rubbed it in with a washcloth, rinced it, and wiped the cold cream off of his face. Pushing his head down into the sink, she ran the tap, and splashed water in his hair, combing it out. The door bell rang. "Shit! Shit!" "I'm working as fast as I can. Hold still." Jimmy froze. Becky pulled at his hair with a comb, violently, it hurt. She move asside, and let him run, his breasts jiggling, into her room. The doorbell rang constantly now. "Where are my clothes?" "Shit. I didn't dry them. They're in the wash." Becky ran into her room. "Here, put these on." She handed him a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt. "These are girl's jeans". "He'll never notice." The doorbell ringing stopped. Jimmy pulled on the jeans. He wrapped the bandage around his chest, and tied it tightly in a knot. His breasts screamed at the abuse. He pulled the t-shirt over his head, and ran to the bathroom. A quick peak confirmed he was a hellish mess. His eyes had dark circles under them from the mascara. Not caring, he ran downstairs, threw open the door, and stepped outside. Roy was nowhere to be seen. He began to run home. -- "Where the FUCK have you been?" asked Roy, opening the door to Jimmy. "And what the fuck happened to you? You're a mess!" "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was at a friend's house, and I got invited to dinner, and I didn't realize the time, and we were horsing around outside and I fell in the mud and I had to take a shower and borrow some clothes and then when I called I gave the wrong address so I ran home." Roy slapped him hard, accross the face. Jimmy's head turned violently with the shock, and his body leaned from the force of the blow. "Roy!" It was Linda. Roy turned and stormed upstairs. "Don't you even think of it Linda. After what that boy put me through tonight...." Linda ran up to her son. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine. I'm a big boy. I'm going to bed. Jimmy moved past his mother quickly and ran upstairs, not wanting her to get too close a look at him. -- It was two weeks later. Jimmy hadn't called Becky since that day. It had been a hard two weeks. Roy's treatment of Jimmy had been even worse than normal, since that night. Now, finally, Roy and Linda were gone for the weekend, leaving Jimmy alone. Jimmy stood naked, in the washroom, looking at his body. His right hand massaged his breast, while his left stroked his little penis, which was getting hard. He looked at himself in the mirror. Thoughys, below words, were occuring in his mind. He went into his mother's bedroom, where he knew there was a full length mirror, and looked at himself. Without even knowing what he was doing, he opened one of her dresser drawers. Sweaters. He opened another, and another, until he found what he was looking for. Rumaging through the neatly folded panties and brassiers, he pulled out a matching black silk pair. The panties slid up gently over his legs, and fit his bottom snugly. The brassier he fastned himself. This time, fastening the clips in the front, and then pulling the loops over his shoulders. It was too large a bra for him. Looking at himself, in the mirror, he felt sexy. "I look better this way." He moved to his mother's closet, and looked through her dresses, finding a high-cut, black, evening gown. He pulled it over his head, and struggled with the fasteners, finally getting it on. He looked at himself in the mirror again. Sexy. He moved and sat down at his mother's dresser. There was a mirror there, jewelery, and makeup. He picked up a brush and began to brush out his long blonde hair. It was getting pretty long now. A few more months and it would be shoulder length. He picked up a pair of gold clip-on earings, and fastened them. Next, a gold necklace. He'd seen his mother wear these two with this gown before. Then, lipstick. The one he knew how to apply. He pulled it softly over his lips. Bright red. Eye liner was next. It was black, he made a mess, not really knowing what he was doing. Eye shadow then. Deep blue. Again he made a mess, his eyes looked inexpert, clumsy. Mascara he did better with. He forced himself to go slow, and got only one misplaced dot of black. Then, blush, to highlight his cheekbones. This went best of all. Standing before the mirror, moved back a little, he looked at himself and sighed. Sexy. "Jenny, Jenny, Jenny," he chanted to himself. He lifted the hem of the dress and placed his arm beneath it, to touch himself. "Jenny, Jenny, Jenny," he chanted again. "I am a girl named Jenny. Feel my breasts, they are real. Feel my bottom, it is real. Everything about me is a girl named Jenny." He shuddered, as he came. inside his mother's dress. It took him several hours to clean everything up, and put it back in its place. He felt so ashamed. -- The next day, he had a phone call. It was Becky. "Hello?" He didn't answer. "Hello? Is this Jimmy? Please answer." "Hi," he said grudgingly. "Are you ok? You didn't talk to me after last week." "Two weeks ago. You didn't talk to me either." "I felt bad. I know you got into trouble because of me. I'm really sorry." "It's ok. What's up?" "Well, I know it ended bad, but I know you had fun last time. I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight with Peter, Rick, and me again." Jimmy stopped, and thought. His mouth formed the word no, but inside he wanted to say yes. He'd been so lonely these past two weeks. Human contact had reminded him of what he'd been missing. "Ok," he said. "Really?" Becky sounded surprised, and happy. "That's great. Can you come over now? My parents are out again, it's a good time." "Ok," said Jimmy. -- "Let's get you out of those clothes then," said Jenny. She undid his pants and lowered them. Jimmy pulled off his t-shirt. She pulled off his underwear. "I have an outfit all picked out for you." She pointed to the bed. On it were, once again, white cotton panties and a bra. A short light rose skirt, a tight burgandy top, pantyhoes, and a pair of black leather shoes. Jimmy moved towards them and began to dress. First the panties, and bra. Then the skirt, the top, the pantyhoes, and the shoes. All the while, he had a mild erecton. The top fit so tightly. He could see his nipples outlined underneath it. "Your hair looks nice today. I don't think we'll curl it. I will trim it a little though." Becky brushed out his hair, and snipped at the uneven bits. "I do my sister's hair. It's too bad you don't have your ears pierced." She looked at him. "Jenny, can I pierce your ears?" Jimmy thought about it a moment. Why not? "Sure." It was painful, more painful than he had imagined, but the pain was short, and when it was done he had small gold studs through his ear lobes. "You really shouldn't take those out for at least a month you know," said Becky. "And you'll have to disinfect them each day. I understand if you have to take them out though. Still disinfect them, or you'll regret it." Becky tied his hair back in two pony tails, since it wasn't long enough to tie back in one. "I'm going to work on your face now." "I'd like to do it myself. To learn how to do it myself," said Jimmy. "Sure! That's great. I'll help you." It took twice as long this time, and Becky had to correct some of Jimmy's 'mistakes', but he did his makeup mostly himself. Becky brushed out his hair again, did his nails, and stood him in front of the mirror. "There, sexy. How do you feel?" Jimmy stared back at the cute girl in the mirror. She was hot. "I feel sexy," he said. Becky looked at his skirt, and the slight bulge under it. "Oh oh, we can't have that." She grinned mischieviously. "Go sit on the bed." Jimmy did as he was told. Becky came, and kneeled before him. "Lie back." He did. Jimmy felt her hand on his leg. She was moving it slowly up. His penis became harder. Slowly, her fingers walked up his leg, and to his inner thigh. Now one finger was touching his penis, and stroking up it, slowly. He took in a deep gasp. He felt his skirt being lifted up by one of Becky's hands. He watched in disbelief as she lowered her mouth to his penis. Slowly she took him into her mouth, and began to gently lap at the head. She ran her tongue over it, and teased it, kissing it. All Jimmy could do was lie back and......moan. She continued her work, expertly, but gently, until he came, in a little spurt. She took it into her mouth, sucking the last droplets of it, and then stood up smiling. She climbed over on top of him and put her fingers on his lips, parting them slightly. Leaning forward she kissed him, pushing her tongue into his open mouth, and sharing the taste of his cum. They stayed like that, for five minutes, just tasting each other. Quietly, without a word, Becky rolled Jimmy's pantyhoes back up his leg, and put his panties back on. He smiled at her. "Fix your makeup," she said. He did. She got ready herself. -- Jimmy had expected to go to another movie that night. He expected wrong. Jimmy had heard about parties, but never been to one. He knew the basic system though. Someone's parents go out of town. They hold a party. If they're lucky, people go. What happens then, is anyone's guess. Peter and Rick had found out about such a party. Rick's older brother Sam was happy to purchase a 40-ouncer of vodka and a micky of rum for them. After considering whether they wanted to risk going stag, they decided to round up a couple of girls to take with them. Of course, their minds instantly drifted back to the date they'd had with Becky and Jenny two weeks ago. Now, Rick and Becky were an on-again off-again item. Currently then were somewhat on, but not seriously so. Peter, was without any sort of female attachment. His last girlfriend Cheryl had broken up with him two months ago, and since then he'd been solo. His date with Jenny had excited him. She was a great girl, but she lived out of town, so what could he do? He wished he'd had a chance to kiss her, or something. Get to know her better. What did he know about her? Not much. So when Rick called Becky and invited her to the party, Peter felt kind of lousy. On his suggestion, he had Rick ask Becky when Jenny was going to come visit her again. He was surprised, but very happy, when Becky said she'd ask Becky to come up for the party too. The next day he heard she would, and Peter was a happy guy. When he rang the door bell, Peter expected the standard "come in sit down we'll be ready in ten minutes" treatment. How happy he was when, instead, Jenny opened the door and smiled radiently at him. She looked gorgeous. Better than before. Even her tits looked bigger. "I like your hair like that," he said. "Thanks," she replied. This time it was Becky who needed the time to get ready. Still, in ten minutes, they were off. -- Jimmy had never tasted alcohol before. Now here he was, in Bryan Mulligan's house, with 40 other people, half of who went to his high school. Here he was, in a dress, showing off his breasts, drinking away at a glass of orange juice and vodka which seemed to be eternally full. Becky had hung about him for an hour or so, but eventually she'd strayed off to talk with other friends. She's introduced Jimmy, as Jenny, to a whole bunch of people. People he already knew, who never talked to him, and who he never talked to. Now, as Jenny, he smiled sweetly, laughed, giggled, and talked. As Jenny, he wasn't the square peg in the round hole. He saw guys looking at him. He saw how they looked at him, and it gave this little warm feeling in his stomach. They not only didn't dislike him, they liked him, they thought he was beautiful. They thought she was beautiful. Her. Jenny. Him. Her. She took another drink from her glass, and tried to forget Jimmy all together. He was a geek, she was not.. There was Peter again, he'd been gone for a while, while she's been sitting here, drinking, and chatting with that...who...where did he go? He'd touched her leg and she'd slapped him. That was it. Now Peter was here, taking her to dance. She laughed. She liked the music. The heavy base had an unmistakable beat. She clung to him and danced fast. And now he wanted to rest, he was leading her over to a side room. They entered, he closed the door, and she flopped down on the bed. He flopped down beside her. "Whew, that's a wild party out there. Too much for me. A little peace and quite will be good." Jenny smiled, and reached for her drink. It wasn't there, she must have left it outside. Peter turned to her. He was smiling. Grinning. He looked hellishly happy. "You're awesome Jenny, you know that?" "You're awesome too." Peter made a little growling noise in his throat, like a tiger. "Well you're awesome, and you're sexy. Damn sexy." "You're sexy too," said Jenny. She looked him over. He was a gorgeous guy. "You're awesome, you're sexy, and I want you," he leaned over towards her. Jenny smiled. This awesome sexy guy wanted awesome sexy her and that was fine with her. She accepted his kiss. He pushed her gently against the bed, and spread her lips with his tongue. He kissed her, he probed her. She took him in. *So this is what Becky meant. What he feels like to be kissed by a guy.* Now his hand was on her breast. Yes. Kneeding and squeezing it. A girl's breast. Only girls had breasts, these were her breasts, and she was a girl. She reached down and began to pull off her top. He helped her. He wanted him to see her girl breasts. To know she was a girl. He unfastened her bra, and now his tongue was on her nipple. Teasing and sucking at it, sending electric thrills through her. Jenny sighed, and moaned as he caressed her. His mouth on her nipple, his hand on her leg, traveling upwards, caressing her leg and her thigh. The door burst open. Peter turned his head, it was Becky. "Woah, there bucko, that's my friend you're trying to fuck." "Yo, chill out Becky. Jenny and I were having some private conversation here." "Yeah, well I see your private conversation is getting a little too private for me. Get out of here." "You icey bitch," snarled Peter. "Just cuz you aren't getting any doesn't mean you should ruin it for others." "Fuck you Peter. Get out." Peter left. Jenny lay back and looked over at Becky confusedly. People peeked through the doorway, giggling. Becky came through the door and shut it behind her. "Why'd you get rid of him?" asked Jenny. "I saw what was happening. This is Bryan's makeout room. You've never been to one of his parties before. There's a security system in this house. People were watching you the whole time. It's a big thing for a guy to score in this room. Everyone watches. I was watching." Becky took a book from a shelf, and put it over a camera in the corner of the room. "I wanted him to score with me." "Honey, you were in danger. He had his hand...how far up was his hand?" "Oh my thigh." "What do you think he would have done if he had felt you. Up there?" Realization dawned on Jenny. She began to cry. "I forgot. I really forgot. I'm so drunk, I forgot I wasn't a girl." She clung to Becky in a tight hug. "There there Jenny, shhh, quiet now. No need to tell the whole house." Rock music blared outside. There was little danger of her being overheard. "Oh Becky, it was like you said. When he kissed me, pressed against me, it was wonderful. I felt some feminine, so beautiful, so desirable." "You are, you are. You're gorgeous. Peter was bragging all over the place about his 'new hot chick'. He wanted you bad." "I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to want Jenny. I love being Jenny. She's beautiful, and everyone likes her." Becky laughed. "Believe me hon, some of the girls out there don't like you a bit. The guys do though. You've been coming on to every guy you've run into." "Have I?" asked Jenny. "Yes hon. I think screwdrivers are off your drink list for now. Come on, let's go home." Jenny grabbed Becky's hand. "Will it be like this forever? Will I always have to watch myself, remember, that I'm not a girl?" "I don't know, Jenny, what do you want?" "I want to be a girl. Like you. I want to be Jenny forever." Becky took Jenny's hand and looked at her. "We'll see what we can do." TO BE CONTINUED? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------