2 months later

My phone rang. I loved my new phone with all its gadgets and doodads, but it's hard to love something when it wakes you up in the middle of a lovely snooze. I had ignored one too many times, I thought, this time I better pick it up. "Hello," my morning voice croaked out.

"Early, isn't it?" said the voice at the end of the phone.

"You hate early mornings. Why are you calling me at…" I looked over at the clock radio "7.30 in the morning?"

"Well," grumped Dot, "because your Mum rang me at 25 past 7 looking for you!" The blood suddenly drained from my face. "I guess you told her that you were crashing here for the night." I bit down on my bottom lip in a blind panic. "Don't mess yourself, I told here you were here." I took a breath again. "Said you were in the shower, getting ready."

"Oh fuck! Thank you so much, Dot! I owe you big time!"

"No problem," she shrugged it off as if covering for me was something she had to do all the time, "I'm not sure exactly where you are, but as payment you will tell me all. Anyway your Mum told me to tell you that you had to be at Nicole's shop with Alana and Lilly and 9.30 AM. Fucking hell! Do the preparations for your Deb night start at 9.30 in the fricking morning?"

" 'Fraid so. Going to do the whole thing: waxing, hair cut, colour and style, make up, dress up, and then the boys are picking us up in the limo and we've got to be there 2 hours early for photos." I wasn't sure if it sounded like a nightmare or a dream come true. I guess I would out.

Dot, however, seemed to know exactly how she felt about my planned day, "Thank you for reminding me how lucky I am that I'm just coming to watch." I could almost hear her eyes rolling.

"You should come," I blurted out. I had no idea where those words had come from, I certainly didn't think about them before I said them.

Dot was as surprised as me upon hearing them, "I should come? What do you mean 'I should come'?"

My initial shock left me as I thought about my day of pampering without Dot and then my day of pampering with Dot in tow, the second option definitely sounded more fun. "You should totally come and get your hair and make up done with us!" I gushed.

Dot seemed a tad wary of my offer. "With you and the other members of the Pretty Princess Patrol? No thanks, I'd just do that snide, sarcastic thing you detest so much."

My best friend didn't realise that I loved her sarcastic ways. "Dot," I told her, "I want you there being snide and cynical and stuff! Otherwise I'll forget that this whole Deb thing is silly."

"Not just silly, but sexist and pointless and misogynistic…" It was funny how her list of complaints sounded like angels singing in my ears. "Look Taylor, if you're inviting me to join you on the girliest of all days…"

She was going to say no. I knew it from the tone of her voice. But I had a back-up plan. "I'll pay for you," I cooed.

"OK, I'm in. But only so I can make fun of you and the other Booberellas." Dot said it like she was a crazy rock star and this was one of her far out demands. She was missing the point of why I wanted her there.

"That's why you are invited!"

"So at your sister's salon at 9.30?" I was amazed she knew where my sister worked, since she always talked about how little she cared about fashion and hair and stuff.

"Yeppers," I smiled.

"OK, I'll see you then! But you have to tell me where are you and where you slept last night, OK?" Damn it! Dot wasn't supposed to know about any of this!

"What's that? Hsssss…You're breaking up!" I pretended that I was losing her, despite my new phone having crystal clear reception.

"You suck!" Dot saw through my clever ploy.

"Hsssssss…What's that? Hsss… I love you too! Bye!" And with a press of a button, I was rid of Dot. I quickly messaged Mum to allay her fears and put the phone on silent. I didn't want it bothering me for the rest of this wonderful morning.

The curtains were shut tight which kept the morning sun from intruding, the door was locked and now my phone was off, life would have to struggle pretty hard to break into this room and that's how I liked it. "Mmmph," said the other occupant of the bed, "Who was that?"

"Dot, my best friend. I forgot to tell her that I told Mum that I was staying there last night. But it's OK, she can lie with the best of them." Dot was an amazing liar. Knowing that it was easy to spot a Dot falsity but only because I knew her back to front. The same was true with her, she could spot me lying or hiding something from a kilometre off. That's how I knew that I was going to spill the beans to her about where I currently was.

"So we cool?" he asked in his drowsy state.

I kissed him gently, "We are very cool." His lips were so soft and his stubble so coarse that I kissed him again. I felt so serene, I couldn't remember I time I had felt so comfortable. We laid on our backs and looked at the ceiling, "Thanks for coming down to see my Deb tonight. It means a lot to me, you know?"

"I couldn't miss the Marrang Secondary College Debutante Ball, it's the social event of the season!" he teased.

"I know it's silly but I'm silly too."

"You are very silly," he said, shucking the doona and sheets off, leaping up and kissing my naked body all over, "Silly and sexy and beautiful and cheeky and naughty…" Between each word was a butterfly kiss along my tummy.

"Tyler!" I had to stop him before I got too riled up, "I've got to be ready by 9!"

Tyler lifted his head from kissing my belly button and looked at the clock radio. "There's time!" he shouted and resumed kissing me all over.

Things were, and are always destined to be, complicated with Tyler. We talked on the phone a lot. Sometimes he would call and be strictly business and other times not a clean word would leave his mouth. But he was always sweet and asked me thoughtful questions about how I was going. We then starting chatting on the computer, I'd lie in my bed my new laptop and so would he and we'd just chat, sometime with mics, other times just by typing. Then I found the webcam function on my laptop and that changed a lot. We would fool around, I'd put on little strip shows and relish in him enjoying them. Each time, before or after we'd both confess to this being the last time and just a one off thing.

I was so excited to hear that Tyler was coming to my Deb. Almost everyone I invited was coming: Dr. Chisholm, Glen, Dot, Annette, Tyler, Victoria and of course Mum and Nicole. The people from out of town had all booked flights and hotels and were making their way here today, except for Tyler. Tyler had arrived a day early. Tyler had booked a nice room in the poshest hotel in town. Tyler had ordered room service and invited me around. I couldn't exactly tell Mum I was going to spend the night at hotel room with a man 9 years my elder so that's when I told her I was going to Dot's.

Enjoying Tyler's mini-kisses up and down my body, I couldn't help but notice that he must have been enjoying giving them too. His thick hose was hardening before my eyes, swelling in size and length. The sexy thought of him using that on me caused my pussy to get damp in preparation. We had made love together three times the night before and it was amazing. Gone was the trepidation and panic, gone was guilt and worry and gone was Kate Draffen's hurtful thoughts. Tyler and I were alone in the bed.

The extensive path of the kisses led up to my mouth. "Last night was incredible," I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We kissed again.

"It was," he sighed, "And it's so good not to wake up to you screaming."

I giggled, remembering how bad life seemed then and how truly remarkable it seemed now. I innocently sucked on my little finger, "I'm pretty sure you could make me scream… if you wanted to." What a guy to do with such an invitation? He reached down between his legs and excitedly stroked his cock a few times. His erect rod made me both very eager and a little nervous and it was reassuring that all girls probably feels like that when face-to-face with a rock hard cock. The logistics of it shouldn't work, that cock seems much too big and much too wide to fit inside my delicate little slit. But somehow it did.

He straddled me, each knee either side of my tiny waist, his cock hovering over me. I reached over and gave it a few tugs, I couldn't get over how huge it looked in my dainty hands. Tyler reached down and began playing with my nipples. I bit my lip and moaned. "Oh God!" I moaned, "So is this another 'one off' event?"

With surgeon-like precision, Tyler kneaded my breasts expertly, driving me so far into pleasure that I almost forgot I asked him a question. "Yes, Gemma, we're being very naughty. This is totally a one off."

"So that makes three one offs last night and one more today?"

"Yes, but who is counting?" he shrugged as he tweaked the little erect nubbins atop my boobs. My eyelids fluttered and I felt my eyes roll back inside of my head. It was like my little nipples were wired directly to my brain and he could control me with little more than a twist. I wondered if girls with smaller breasts felt a smaller amount of pleasure. If so, then I was very happy with the set I had. My pussy, moist with anticipation twitched in excitement. She had clearly remembered the pleasure from last night and wanted more.

"Miss. Molly Buttercup would love a visit from Walter J. Throbson," I suggested. Last night in an exercise of sexy silly folly, we had named our genitals. It was between Bout number 2 and Bout number 3, we lay in bed and thought up silly names. I had never laughed so much and wished we would never have to leave that bed. He named my vagina 'Miss Molly Buttercup' because he said a pussy as cute as mine deserved a cute name. I was oddly chuffed to hear that he thought my pussy was cute. Since it was all the way down between my legs meant I couldn't get a good look at it, so I was glad to hear his opinion. I named his big cock 'Walter J. Throbson' because it was the one name that made us laugh the most. I actually couldn't catch my breath I was giggling so much.

"I bet she would," Tyler said as he gently un-straddled me. A blade of light from a crack in the curtains shone upon his mighty cock as he parted my knees. He stared at me for a second. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he told me as he started to inch his cock slowly toward me.

"Uh ah," I chided, "No glove, no love." I gestured to the open box of a dozen condoms on the bedside table. There were 8 condoms left in there, as 3 were used last night and I had used one back when I was Michael with Dot. That felt like eons ago, I could barely remember was having a penis felt like.

My first encounter with Tyler's penis was foolish because we didn't use protection whatsoever. If I had fallen pregnant I'm not sure if I would have been able to handle it. Having an abortion would have messed up my mind and I was in no mind to have a baby. This time however I was not taking any chances. As well as a latex sheath preventing sperm visitation rights to my ovum, I was also taking birth control pills. Mum had suggested them last time I was at the doctor's as a way on controlling my cramps. I think she was a little surprised when I readily said yes, but I doubt she knew I had been sexually active already.

Tyler gently opened the little packet and the protection greeted the world. "Would you do the honours?" he asked. I sat up and crawled over to the edge of the bed. I had put condoms on cucumbers chuckling at school and I had vague memories of rolling one onto my own penis back when I was a guy.

Thoughts about how I used to have a penis did not disgust me or make me nostalgic but it did make me think. I liked my penis, a lot and now I liked my pussy, a lot. Which is better? I'd probably say my adorable little Miss Molly Buttercup but only because Miss Molly has very pleasurable attention lavished upon her by good-looking men whenever I want. If I hadn't become the little sexpot I did my opinion might be different. People very often ask me what's better male or female. That question is a little too simple. The thing is I like being Gemma much more than I like being Michael, because as Gemma I'm a livelier, friendlier, more successful optimist. I'm not sure I can claim it's just the gender change that caused this personality change because I think it has more to do with all the other things going on in my life.

He stood up and I laid on the bed facing his cock. It felt so big in my hand. Big, hard and waiting. Slowly and as sexy as I could I rolled on the condom. My gentle touch made him smile and I looked up at him. "Good girl," he praised me.

"Thank you." I inspected my handy work, the condom was tight on so no sperm would be entering my womb today. I pulled down on his penis and watched it bounce back up. I let out it little giggle as is bobbed in front of my face.

"Hey," he scolded while he laughed at me, "My cock isn't a plaything!"

"Bouncy bouncy bouncy…." I teased him as I continued to bounce it.

"That's it! I'm going to have to hide my cock away from your meddling hands! Now where should I hide it?"

I played along and I got off the bed. "I am sure we can find somewhere," I purred as I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him.

The sex reminded me how good sex is. Tyler talked to me in soothing tones and complimented my 'awesome body', 'sexy moans' and 'the tightest, wettest pussy in the entire world'. He gave me options and never forced me to do anything. I let him take me from behind, sticking my cute bum in the air. I relished in the way he grabbed me at my waist and pulled me toward him with each thrust. Each powerful push into my willing but tight pussy made me squeal out.

Tyler seemed to know everything about sex and I was glad he was imparting his knowledge on me. Without out me telling him, he knew exactly how to rev my engines. From 0 to orgasm took shorter than anytime previous. "Tyler!" I moaned in awe of his talents. He stayed professional, continually pounding my warm, inviting nether regions. That was one part I loved about being a girl; multiple orgasms. Just because I had just come down from the best feeling in the world doesn't mean that I can't have that same feeling a few minutes later.

3 times! I felt the immense tingle of bliss 3 separate times that morning in that hotel room before Tyler came. Tyler removed the full condom, full of his seed that had conspired about being inside me. "Ha ha little sperm dudes!" I teased the full condom as Tyler tied it up and disposed of it, "You're not knocking Gemma Mae Taylor up!" Tyler said it was a little cruel to tease them for failing their life mission and I for a second I did feel a little guilty.

"All ready for your big night, kiddo?" he asked, his naked body glistening in sweat. He took me in his arms and we playfully hugged, my small soft feminine body held tight against his large muscular one. He swung me around excitedly, like a overstimulated puppy with a new chew toy.

"Yes!" I squealed, "Put me down!" He threw me on the huge hotel bed and I skipped across it like he had hurled a tiny pebble. "It's going to be soo much fun! You should see the dress! It's amazing, Tyler! All the other girls are going to be so jealous! I still can't believe that you came!" When I talked about the Deb to anyone lately, every sentence was an exclamation.

"I wouldn't miss my baby's big night for anything!" I let the words 'my baby' roll around in my head, it felt amazing to be claimed like that. I knew he would/could never say that publicly but in the confines of this moderately priced hotel room it still made me feel great. "But why do you have to wear a dress? I reckon you look your best completely naked, kiddo." I could almost see the fantasy spilling out of his head. I jumped off the bed and held him like a dance partner, my sweaty post-sex skin against his.

We danced to the music in our heads, I had finally accepted that as the girl I wasn't allowed to lead and just went where Tyler took me. "Believe me, the dress looks great." He added a flourish, spinning me around and we changed poses, my back up against his front and me holding his hands above my shoulders. My curvy bum rested gently against his thigh. As he swung me around I caught a glimpse of the time. "Oh shit! I better jump in the shower or I'm going to be late."

Tyler clutched me tight, "There's plenty of time! Plus all this naked dancing has aroused me no end." He wasn't lying, it appeared like our sweaty waltzing had made him incredibly hard.

"Wow, you are hard again already?" I said in amazement and with a little frustration. I took it in my hands just to check. He was unbelievably hard again just minutes after our last tryst. I let go of it like it was too hot, this penis and my lust for this penis was going to get me in trouble.

"You," he told me, "I blame you. You are just so fucking hot, so in a way this is your fault." His erect member pointed at me, almost as if it was accusing me.

I sighed; life wasn't all about sex as much as I like it. A fleeting thought that he was just using me for sex flew by too fast for me to actually consider it. I had a boyfriend (sorta)! And he was successful, and gorgeous and enamoured with me. "But I don't have time! I have to have a shower, get ready and then walk to Nicole's work!"

"I've got a hire car, I'll drive you," he said as he planted kisses down my neck, kisses he had hoped that would bloom into something else.

"They can't see me with you!"

"So, I'll park just around the corner. Come on!"

"Oh alright! But you owe me, mister!" I sighed as I sunk to my knees to pleasure him.

***

The ticking on his car's indicator sounded like the ticking of the unrelenting clock. "We're so late!" I grumbled as I clenched my hands into two tiny fists.

Tyler saw that I was about to boil over and tried his best to calm the teenage girl down. "You called your Mum and Dot, they know you're going to be late. They are OK with it. You're not missing any of it. It's OK," he took a deep breath to show me everything was OK. "Anyway, it's not like you stopped me climbing into the shower with you!" he unwisely added.

The blowjob I had given Tyler was attentive and loving. I let him know that this experience was as enjoyable for me. It did make me aware of how subservient the act was. Me behaving that way, kneeling before him and treating his rod like a sacred item, was proof of how willing I was to play the 'girl' role in this relationship. That blowjob was his third and yet, despite his constant promises, he hadn't gone down on me once. It's not like I didn't like giving head, I really did and I think one of the reasons was because it was such a submissive act. I climbed into the shower knowing that I had successfully soothed the lust beast. I had to wash myself pretty hard because I stank of sweat, sex and teenage foolishness.

I wondered if a jury of my peers would deem me slutty and teenage girls loved judging other teenage girls. Girls had a very difficult tight tope to walk, not have enough sex and be labelled 'frigid' or have too much a be called a 'slut'. From the warm feeling between my legs and the droplet of cum on my top lip I was definitely leaning closer to slut. I looked at my behaviour:

I gave my first hand job two weeks into being a girl — SLUTTY
I had sex a within a month — SLUTTY
I have had sex 5 times and given 2 blowjobs in the last 12 hours — SLUTTY

Things weren't looking very good for me.

I only have had sex with the one guy — NOT SLUTTY
I made sure protection was used (most of the time) — NEUTRAL
Anal and other kinky practices were out — NOT SLUTTY

But one thought was stuck in my head.

I didn't love the man I was making love with — SLUT

And I was pretty sure he didn't love me.

But the weird thing was I kinda felt OK with it. It was totally weird that as a guy I had a much more romanticised image of love than I did now. I liked Tyler a lot, he was funny and sweet and great looking and a fabulous lover. It did annoy me that we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, I think it would be easy to fall in love with him if he tried. I understood that we had to keep our 'relationship' a secret because he would lose his job otherwise but I got the sneaky suspicion that he liked it that way. Tyler liked having his own naíve fuck toy he could exploit when he wanted.

"Gemma!" said the voice through the heady steam in the bathroom. It was Tyler of course and amazingly he was erect again. "What did you do to my cock? Every time I think of you," he gestured to his impressive erection, "this happens!"

"Again?" I laughed in veiled frustration, "Tyler, you and your wonderful cock are unstoppable!"

Tyler put his hands on his hips as if he was proud he had a cock that wouldn't die. "So, what do you say, kiddo? One more time for the road?" God, he was good looking with his bulging and rippling muscles.

Reality came shooting at me like the jet of water currently washing me. "Tyler! I'm going to be late!"

He shrugged, not caring too much about my little problem. "So what are a few little minutes?"

There was no way that Tyler was going to give up. "OK, climb in. But Mr. Throbson is not allowed anywhere Miss Molly Buttercup," I clamped a solitary hand over my privates, "Just washing!"

And so that's how I ended up being much later than I wanted to be. But it was fun fooling around in the shower; we kissed, fondled, explored and washed each other's bodies. Tyler must have believed that my breasts were extra filthy and spent a lot of time washing them down. If they were any cleaner they would be transparent. What felt like just a few minutes of harmless sexy fun was over half-an-hour. It would have been quicker to have sex with him again. When I realised the time I panicked and threw on some clothes and flew out the door, pulling Tyler and his car keys out with me.

"You begged to get in the shower with me! Turn left here," I argued and directed at the same time.

"But you didn't say no. Anyway kiddo, everything is cool, don't get your panties in a twist!" Tyler was so punctual when it came to professional stuff, it annoyed and amazed me to see him so lax when it came to important things to me.

I hoped the hire car clock was running fast. "I just didn't want to be late, Tyler! It's my Debutante Ball today."

Tyler tried is calming voice on me again, "No, it's tonight. You've got all day to prepare!" I almost wished SGR would happen to him so that he knew the pressures of being a girl.

"No, I don't. I'm half an hour late getting my legs waxed with the rest of the girls which means they will all have to wait until I catch up until they can do hair."

"Wax your legs? Gemma, your legs are like silk. In fact I'm pretty sure you down have a hair on your body below your eyebrows. You're totally hairless!" Tyler did have a point there. When he told me he was going down to see me a night before the Deb so we could spend some time together, I kinda prepped for it. I waxed and double waxed making sure that my legs and my private area were barren, deserted areas, completely free of hair, I painted my nails and I dyed my roots, thus hopefully making him think I was totally a natural blonde, even though he had seen my natural hair colour. My hair, despite being ravaged by dye, had grown a lot in the last two months, it had gone from a shaggy pixie cut to something I could actually pull into a ponytail, most of my artificially-coloured mane reached the tops of my shoulders.

"Just drop me off here, boy-o. Nicole's salon is just about a block away, I told Dot to meet me around the corner so it looks like we came together. So you drop me off, I walk 'round the corner, meet up with Dot and then walk to the salon as if I stayed the night with her."

Tyler looked impressed, "Wow, you really planned this out, didn't you?" I just grinned, shrugged and opened the car door.

"Is there a gym around here? I'd like a bit of a workout this fine morning." Tyler had to get his amazing body somehow. I drew a little map in the air with my finger, explaining that it was only a right turn and then a left and then a 2-minute drive.

Quickly and surprisingly, as I was getting out, Tyler put his hand on mine as if to say something. I looked up at his gorgeous face. "Gemma," he started earnestly, "before you hop out I just wanted to say that you're really special to me and I am so lucky you came into my life…"

"Oh Tyler…" I said to calm myself down.

He wasn't finished, "Last night was amazing. I mean just talking to you is always the best part of my day, so kissing you makes my year the best ever. And I'm not sure I can ever top last night for incredible nights. You're are going to look so breathtaking tonight and I am so pleased you invited me. I know we can't be together but Gemma," he cupped my face in his large hand, "but believe me, it's ripping me apart…. Sorry, that last part was fairly dorky. It sounded cooler in my head."

I laughed in such a way that belied to Tyler that I was just as close to crying as I was to laughing and it was a photo finish. "Believe me," I said while choking back a mini-sob, "Everything I want to say right now is super-ultra-dorky. So know that if I wasn't so concerned about looking cool you would be soaked in over-sentimentality."

"We'll just have to agree that we feel more for each other than we both are willing to let on." Tyler was good with words, it was his job but even I was impressed with something as succinct as that.

"Agreed." I smiled and moved in for a gentle kiss. There were a lot of things he was too chicken to say and there was even more that I was hiding but that simple, tender kiss revealed it all.

"Now go and let people try to make you more beautiful. I don't think such a thing is possible but I can't wait to be proven wrong tonight. Bye Princess," I opened the car door because I knew if I didn't we would be driving to a secluded spot to sexually cash-in on all these romantic words. I waved meekly as Tyler drove off to the gym, probably to have a cold shower.

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