Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an85992@anon.penet.fi (Seamless)
Subject: A boy and his sexuality (TV/TS/Trans)
Date: Mon, 4 Apr 1994 19:35:50 GMT

From: Quicksilver Archive

		       A Boy and his Sexuality

	Chris was just a little late on puberty, being 13 years old
and not experiencing it yet. Consequently, he was a bit confused about
his sexuality. Most of his friends were already having intercourse
with girls at school, while he still couldn't relate to the
fascination of young girl's bodies. He knew he definitely wasn't
turned on by boys bodies... the only thing that ever gave him an
erection was watching his older sister Janet getting dressed.

	It wasn't so much her body that turned him on as the clothes
she wore. Seeing her delicately lift her pantyhose to the toes of her
feet, then slowly, elegantly sliding them up over her feet, up her
legs, until the waistband hugged her hips and the center seem kissed
her crotch. Observing her hands deftly strapping a bra around her
firm, round breasts. Watching slim, stocking clad feet slip into
bright red high-heeled shoes. These were the things that aroused his
sexuality.

	Chris always wanted to try on her clothes, but his frame was a
little smaller and he knew they wouldn't fit him nearly as well as
they did his sister. Then one day, something happened. He came across
a picture of himself as a two-year old, with Janet at ten years old
standing near him. His mom had dressed him in a little blue shirt, but
from the waist down he was clad in bright red tights.

	They were the same color as the tights his sister was wearing.
All of the sudden Chris felt his penis stiffen and throb, confusion
beginning to cloud his mind. He had erections before, but this time it
was different. A shiver went up the spine, heart beats quickened
slightly, and a strange tingling, tight feeling engorged his penis.
He stood up, and hurried off into the attic in a state of confusion,
not knowing what was going on. There were several dressers in the
darkness, lit partially by a window at the far end of the room. The
attic was spooky without anyone else around - Chris almost never went
up there alone. But something called out in his subconscious. Look
around. Quickly. Open the drawers. Search.

	In about twenty minutes, all of the dresser drawers had been
opened, odd clothes strewn about the floor. Then something caught
Chris' eyes. With the bottom drawer of the big mahogany bureau pulled
out, the space beneath was exposed that revealed a shiny red garment.
He reached in and grabbed it. It was soft, stretchy, and very
slippery. Held at full length, it had the shape of a body, from neck
to toe, with long sleeves and a small zipper in the back. What was it?
Like tights and a leotard joined together, but no seams except along
the arms and up the inner legs. A full body unitard. He dropped them.
What a strange feeling! Like doing something wrong, yet so compelled
to indulge.

	In a brief moment, Chris had all of his clothes off and he sat

	on the cool floor. The air had a slight chilling effect,
causing a tingling sensation across his skin. The zipper of the
unitard slid down easily, revealing the inviting insides of the lycra
garment. He rolled up the right side and pulled it onto his right
foot, covering the toes the way Janet put on her pantyhose. Swiftly
and eagerly, the spandex slid upwards, a snug fit to the upper thigh.
He repeated the

	same with the left side, his crotch throbbing steadily.
Standing up, Chris gave a firm but gentle tug, and the whole lower
half of the unitard covered him up to his waist, a soft smooth snug
feeling all over. He darted both hands through the arms, reached
behind, and pulled up the zipper. Ohhhh... The light from the window
danced across his body, and he could see himself in a mirror on the
adjacent wall. There stood a young boy, clad so snugly in red lycra
from neck

	to toe. At this point, Chris had trouble containing himself.
Hormones coursed through his body, tingling sensations shot up the
spine, and a compelling tight feeling surged through his maleness.
How could something feel so good?? Both hands raced all over, taking
in the stretchy smoothness of the lycra encased about him. He laid
down and hugged himself gently, drenched in ecstasy. Moments passed.
"Chris? Oh, Chris! Where are you?"

	It was his mother calling. Oh no! She couldn't find him like
this. What would she think?? He lay perfectly still, not to make a
noise. Her voice came closer, approaching. Suddenly, he noticed that
the attic door was slightly open. Certainly that would lure her to
open it further and look inside! "Chris??"

	His mother was only a few feet away now. But suddenly Chris
was distracted. He felt a little odd, the unitard was slightly tighter
around him somehow. And it got worse. The lycra seemed to have a life
of its own, pulling, stretching, almost seeking to embed itself in his
skin. He wanted to cry out! "Chris??" Where are you? Humph! I
could've sworn he came up here after school.

	A hand reached for the door handle, casting a dim shadow onto
the attic floor, right beside a limber leg completely covered in red
lycra. Chris felt hot flashes waving across his body. He began to
shake slightly, a tight tingling sensation welling deeply in his
penis. He felt like he was going to explode in sexual fervor, like
never before. Thunk! The door closed. Footsteps walked off,
downstairs. His mother was gone. Shiver! Tremble! He couldn't control
his body. Crotch pulsating, nipples pinching, skin crawling. As if he
had been punched in the stomach, Chris doubled over and moaned. His
voice cracked, caught between boyhood and puberty, then smoothed with
a feminine sigh.

	Something was wrong. It felt as if the nipples on his chest
were swollen. What happened? He reached down between his legs, hands
sliding over the red lycra, to find that his penis was gone! Small
thin lips running up and down, a small bump on the top that tingled
with a touch, was all that was left. His hands felt smaller, his legs
were thin, feet smaller. He touched himself more, only to finally
realize that he had lost something - his boyhood. He now had the body
of a girl! Christine, not Chris. Her vagina pulsated, fresh from the
transformation, eager to be loved. In a confused daze, she slowly
brought her hand to it and stroked softly. Her newfound girlhood
called for more. She pressed firmly between the lips of her vagina,
massaging the clitoris. More, faster, firmly!

	Her head turned to the side and she caught sight of herself in
the mirror. In spite of the shock, she could see how lovely her new
body was. Sweet long legs stretched out to the sides, pretty feet
pointed outward, small breasts with nipples perked tightly. Her hand
rubbed more briskly as her eyes stared back in anticipation. A
quivering began, deep inside, like she never felt before. Like the
rumble of a tidal wave, pleasure quaked through her body. The red
lycra body danced in the dark, to a tune of a newfound sexuality.

	Christine gave out long deep moans with each repeating orgasm,
until she was completely spent, her love juices darkening the unitard
between the legs. Her heavy breathing relaxed, giving way to slow
soothing sighs. She rested and thought about her new predicament.
What would she do, now that she was no longer a boy? She giggled,
revealing a peaceful smile. What did it matter? She never felt better
before in her whole life.