The Saga of Girly Lee Brown A novelette by Theresa Black

Author's note: This first chapter contains scenes of sexual assault which I believe are not gratuitous but pertinent to the story. If, however, you prefer not to read this work, I respect your decision not to do so.

Chapter 1
My name is, or rather was, Lee Brown, and this is my story. I’m going to write the truth. Like for everyone, there have been good times and bad times, some of them very bad, but I’m a survivor. If you’re looking for a fairy tale, you’d better look elsewhere.

I grew up in the mid-West in a tiny town called Hicksville. Who Hick or Hicks was I have no idea and neither does anyone else I know. Maybe he was a local landowner or a politician desperate for a kind of immortality. If so, he picked the wrong place. I grew up in a houseful of women; there were my three older sisters – Luella, Laverne, and Lucille, my grandma Lilliana and my Mom Layla. Grandma and Mom’s names started with ‘L’ by chance – as for the three girls, well I guess it made it easier to pass down labelled clothes for school and not waste money.
Mom married my Pa, Larry straight out of High School. Some people wondered why he, tall, athletic and handsome didn’t marry the Prom Queen, but I guess they had their answer six months later when Luella appeared.

Pa always wanted a son, so it was kind of ironic that I, who they named Lee, appeared only a few months before he ran off with a ‘floozie from the typing pool’, or so my Mom called her. I guess you could say she had a right to be annoyed. In fact it seems Cheryl was a quiet pretty girl but it also seems history repeated itself and six months later she produced the first son he acknowledged, and who they called Jack. I guess he had had enough of names starting with ‘L’.

For a while Pa sent money for the upkeep of his children but it gradually dried up. I guess his expenses increased with the arrival of Jack. Anyway, he took care that Mom never knew where he was living now. Fortunately, Mom got a job cleaning houses, and Luella soon got a job in a typing pool with strict instructions to tell the guys she dated to ‘keep it in their pants’, or at least use a rubber. Mom was nothing if not practical.

As for me, well I was living in a houseful of women. All the clothes Mom had from the girls growing up were still tucked away in the closet, and being short of money, it made sense to dress me in them. We didn’t mix much with the neighbors and with my hair allowed to grow long and a name, Lee, which could apply equally to a boy or girl, anyone who saw me naturally assumed the later. Mom did nothing to correct them.

It might surprise you to learn that boys were dressed as girls until the age of six or so in many societies in the past. There are good reasons for this – it’s much easier for a child in skirts to relieve themselves without unfastening britches, which are harder for them to handle – the same for getting dressed. Children grow fast and it’s easier to add to the hem of a skirt than make britches bigger. You can find plenty of pictures of little boys dressed in skirts, even in English Queen Victoria’s family.

I guess even I thought I was a girl. I’d never seen my sisters naked so didn’t know that they weren’t built quite the same as me. This happy state of affairs continued until I was old enough to go to school. Even Mom realized that I couldn’t turn up there in a dress or I would have been bullied unmercifully. One day she sat me down and said as follows:
“Lee honey, it’s time for you to go to school and at school you have to wear a uniform. It consists of a shirt and britches like men wear. You’ll notice the other boys wear the same uniform. When you get home you can change back into a dress to stop your uniform getting dirty.”

“Is that what other boys do?” I asked innocently.

“I guess so,” said Mom, “But they mightn’t like you to talk about it.”

I really didn’t like wearing britches. They felt uncomfortable and were awkward when I went to the john. I was only too happy to change back to the comfort of a dress when I got home. There was something else I saw the boys at school do in the john. They would pull out their ‘pecker’ as they called it and see how high they could shoot up the wall. I had never seen my sisters, Mom or Grandma do this and I thought it a bit vulgar. They encouraged me to do the same but I wasn’t good at it.

“No wonder, you got the smallest pecker I ever did see,” said one boy. That didn’t worry me as I always sat down when I could, even to pee.

I was never much good at sports; some of the boys said I pitched like a girl and they even started calling me Girly Lee Brown which didn’t much bother me since I lived in a housefull of women and thought they were better than men at most things. As for being a batter they said I was the worst they ever seen.

Time passed. When I reached the final year of Elementary School, the school had a Halloween Party and Dance for Grade Six and upwards. Now this is the one night of the year when it is perfectly acceptable for males, even straight ones, to dress as females. When my Mom and sisters heard about it, they told me that ‘of course I must appear as a female’. I should mention that by now I had gradually realized that I wasn’t like other girls and was in fact a boy, but that didn’t stop me wearing dresses at home. There was a lot of discussion about what I should wear, and with three sisters and plenty of outgrown clothes, the possibilities were endless. It was finally decided that I should go as a fairy, since one of the girls had the prettiest dress you ever saw, in pink with an organza overlay with flowers on it. A slightly stiffened petticoat worn under it made the skirt spread out and it looked so nice. This being the fifties, I would be wearing satin panties, a bra stuffed with stockings to give it shape, bobby socks and Mary Jane shoes.

My three sisters gathered together to make sure that I was picture perfect, attending to my makeup and curling my long blonde hair. When I was finally dressed, well, I had to agree with them – I really did look pretty. One of my sisters had bought me a $1 wand with a star on top. Mom even brought out her camera which was only used on special occasions and took a picture of me. I lost the wand somewhere during the night and it never did turn up.

When I was dropped off at the school hall, all the girls from my grade gathered around me saying things like “Is that really you, Lee?””, “You look so pretty’, and other compliments that made me blush. I think the girls all knew that I wasn’t like the other boys even though I dressed like them at school. The fact that I could look so good (there were a few other crossdressers on the night but they didn’t look half as good as me) only confirmed in their minds that I was really ‘one of the girls’ in disguise, and now I was ‘outted’.

As I mentioned, students from the higher grades were also present and of course they didn’t know me from Adam (or should that be Eve?). Soon I was the centre of attention and asked by several of them for a dance. My sisters had given me instruction in jiving, which was the dance of that era, and so I danced pretty well. When there was a slow waltz and one of the ‘men’ as I thought of him, drew me close, I was surprised to feel something pressing against me and it took me a moment to work out what it was. I had just started having occasional erections myself, but my ‘equipment’ was quite small even when fully extended, but this felt enormous! To my surprise I found myself enjoying the fact that the closeness of me had caused this reaction. The lights had been dimmed for the waltz and it was then that the boy kissed me for my first time ever. It was magic!

At the end of the dance it was time for the band to have a break and my new friend who was dressed as a pirate and said his name was Mark, suggested a drink and perhaps a walk in the cool evening air. Remember I was totally naïve at this time so I agreed. Outside we walked through the school grounds for a while and soon the crowds were far behind us. It was then that he turned and kissed me again, but this time it was a full-on kiss, with his tongue in my mouth. I felt myself getting really excited. Mark was excited to, I was left in no doubt of that, but when he started to lift up my skirts even I knew it was time to call a halt. “I love you Mark but I’m not old enough!’, I said or rather gasped.

He grudgingly agreed but suggested there was something else I could do for him in place of what he had in mind. He unbuttoned his pants and produced what I could see in the dim light was the biggest pecker I’d ever seen. He was breathing hard when he said. “When girls want to make their man really happy, they get on their knees and suck them. Will you do that for me?”

My heart was beating fast. If this is what girls did, then I would do it too. I looked for somewhere where I could kneel, and when Mark approached me, his pecker looking even bigger up close, I opened my mouth and took the tip inside. It had a slightly salty taste but not unpleasant. Mark began to moan and whisper things like “Oh yes!” and “That feels so good”. It felt good to me too. This was my first chance to show I was really a woman.

Makr started to move his pecker in and out of my mouth and in retrospect I realise what he was doing. His moans increased and he held the back of my head to force his pecker deeper in my mouth. Suddenly I felt his body shuddering and my mouth filled with salty fluid.

“Swallow it honey," he gasped in a strangulated tone, and I really had no option but to obey since he held my head in place. When it was finally gone, he released my head, and I came up for air as it were.

“Wow, Lee, you are so hot!” he exclaimed. I gazed up into his eyes as he lifted me to my feet and we kissed again, a deep kiss so I guess he could taste his seed in my mouth.

“We should do that again,” he said, “And when you are old enough, I’ll show you what else I can do.” I wasn’t totally sure what he was talking about, but I had an idea it was about making babies, and I wasn’t going to fall for that one.

Sadly the night then went downhill. After we went back into the hall, some creep saw us together and told Mark the truth about me, and when he came over to ask me to dance again I was fooled by the smile on his face. Once I was in his arms, the look on his face changed and he growled “You didn’t tell me you’re a guy. Now I feel like a faggot getting you to suck me off.”

I was shocked’ “I am as good as a girl,” I insisted.

“Don’t make it worse by lying; I spoke to your classmates and they don’t lie. The fact that you look so much like a girl proves that you are the f**ing faggot.”

With that he left me in the middle of the dance floor, tears streaming down my face. Some of the girls from my class saw what was happening and came up to comfort me.

“Don’t worry about him – boys are like that,” they said. Of course they didn’t know what had happened in the garden and I didn’t tell them. They took me into the ‘ladies’ and repaired my makeup and stuck with me for the rest of the night which cheered me up. I began to realise that they were right – boys only wanted one thing and when they got it they lost interest. However, I also realized the power that girls and women have over men, so I determined in future to make sure that I was on the winning side.

When I got home that night, my sisters were anxious to know how it had gone. I was a bit reluctant to tell them but eventually they got it out of me.

“Oh my gosh!” said Luella, “My little sister sucked her first cock. That’s a milestone in any girl’s life.”

“But he got so upset when he found out I am a boy,” I said. “What difference did it make?”

Luella laughed. “No difference at all really, but boys don’t see it that way. I guess he thought you had fooled him into acting like he is queer. Don’t worry about it.”

I tried to follow her advice, but I did worry about it. I saw Mark a few times from a distance but he studiously ignored me. It seemed I was not forgiven.

Some weeks passed and one day to my surprise, Mark made a point of coming up to me in the yard.

“I want to apologize to you Lee. I guess you looked so much like a pretty girl that I was fooled and then got a bit mad when I found out. I tell you what, why don’t you come around to my house after school and I’ll make it up to you?”

I was very naïve and trusting in those days, and I was so glad that we were on speaking terms again that I agreed. After all, with his parents there, what could go wrong?

I rang home and told them I would be visiting a friend and would be late home. This was in the days before cell phones.

Arriving at Mark’s house, the first thing that struck me as he welcomed me in with a smile was the house was rather silent., He showed me into the main sitting room and there sitting on the couch drinking from cans of beer were two of his friends from school. I vaguely recognized them.

“Guys, this is Lee, the one I told you about,” he said and the other two looked at me and said nothing. I suddenly started to feel uneasy.

“Where’s your folks, Matt?” I asked.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? They’re away on holiday. My older brother is in charge but he’s staying over at his girlfriends, giving her a good pounding as we speak, I’ve no doubt. Anyhow, guys, as I told you, this is Lee, the one who looked like such a pretty girl that I let her give me head."

That wasn’t how I remembered it but it didn’t seem the right time to correct him.

“In fact I still don’t know for sure that Lee here isn’t a girl but there’s one way to find out. Lee, lose your duds.”

I hesitated. This was going from bad to worse. Matt started to get impatient. “You heard me Lee, take your clothes off!”

I decided that if I was to get out of the house in one piece the only way was to obey his commands, so I slowly undressed, down to my jocks.

“Them too,” he growled.

When I stood there naked, they all laughed. “You're forgiven for your mistake, dude, that’s the smallest pecker I ever did see,” said one of the friends.

“I’ll give her one thing, sheher?”

“Why not?” the two of them said and standing up they dropped their jeans slid their jocks down and started stroking themselves into erection.

“OK Lee. You know what to do, on your knees and give my friends a good sucking”, said Mark. There was nothing else for it but to obey, first one then the other and finally Mark. If I had thought about it I would have realized that they were careful not to orgasm, although the noises they made showed their appreciation. When all three had been suitable serviced I said “Can I go now please?”

“Go? We hardly started. When I thought you was a gir,l I held off the best part but now I know you’re not, there’s no need.”

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was soon to find out. They told me to stand and then lean over the back of an armchair where one guy took hold of my hands to hold me in position.

“Spread your legs!” he ordered, and suddenly I felt a finger in my backside seemingly filling it with some jelly-like substance. Then he was up close to me, breathing hard, and I felt his organ pressing and suddenly with a sharp lunge it was inside me. The pain was unbearable, and I screamed, but despite my best efforts I could not get away from him. He was thrusting away, and I felt his bulkiness filling me. I was crying now, tears dripping down my cheeks but there was no mercy. Eventually I felt his body shuddering and a strange feeling inside me as he filled me with his semen.

This of course was not the end of it. His place was taken by the second guy with the same result and finally Mark took his turn. When it was all over, they released me and I sank to the floor sobbing.

“Now you’ll know better than to fool a guy into thinking you’re a girl,” said Mark. “Get dressed and get out of here before we decide on a second round.”

I did not hesitate. I hurriedly dressed and was let out of the front door, leaving to the sounds of laughter. Thank goodness, Mom was in the kitchen when I got home and I hurried up to my room, fell on the bed and started to cry again.
After a while I heard a knock on the door. “Lee, it’s Lucille, can I come in?”

I didn’t answer and she took that as a ‘yes’, so entered the room and quietly closed the door behind her. I loved all my sisters, but I loved Lucille the most since she was closest in age to me. She looked at me with concern. “Lee, you look terrible, what happened?”

I had never kept a secret from her before, but this was too bad even to tell my favorite sister. Gradually, though, she wormed out of me all that had happened.

“‘I guess it was my fault when I didn’t tell Mark I wasn’t really a girl," I said.

Lucille shook her head. “You were not at fault. This is terrible, I should call the cops.”

“Please don’t,” I said. “There will be so much trouble and some of it is sure to come back at me.”

Lucille frowned. “Well alright, just for your sake, but I’m going to get back at those three, just see if I don’t.” She asked for their names, and I remembered that the others were called Harry and Ben. “I think they’re in the same grade as Mark,” I said.

Now my young sister is very sociable and knows a lot of people, who know a lot of other people. There are some that my Mom would be shocked to hear about. So it happened that some weeks later, Ben received a note in a neat feminine hand, inviting him, Harry and Mark to a party to be held at the local Devil's Advocates Motorcycle Club's clubhouse. The note promised that there would be girls there and it would be a lot of fun. Just bring beer. It was signed with the letter ‘S’ and a few kisses. It happened that Ben had a crush on a girl called Sandra in their grade, so it wasn’t surprising that he concluded that the note came from her.

The following Saturday night, the three turned up at the Devil's Advocates' clubhouse and upon telling the guy at the door that Sandra had invited them they were let in. Imagine their surprise when they entered the main room with their gift of beer, to find the room was full of hairy bikers downing beers and not a girl in sight. Well, there was one, but she was out of sight and that was Lucille in an adjacent room where she could hear but not see what was happening. Later I heard what happened.

“Where’s the girls, man?” asked Mark, full of bravado.

“Girls? Ain't no girls here,” replied one of the bikers. “What did you want girls for anyway?”

“Well, you know,” responded Ben. “It was a girl who invited us and promised some fun.”

“Well, I don’t know about no girls. I guess we have to just improvise,” said a voice.

I think it was about this time that the three guests began to realize that they might be in a heap of trouble.

“Let’s have a beer,” said a voice and perhaps this made them relax a little as there was silence for a while after the beer cans were opened.

“What did you have in mind for these girls you thought was here?” asked a biker.

“Well, you know, maybe a little screwing around?” said Harry.

There was a laugh.

“We don’t need no girls for that – you three look girly enough to us,” said a voice. “How about you strip off and show us what you’re made of?”

“Err, I don’t think that’s really necessary,” said Mark.

“You heard me, strip off!” The voice suddenly sounded loud and angry. There was nothing for it, they had to strip off.

“Hey Boris, have you ever seen such small peckers?” said a different voice.

"Maybe they are girls after all.”

There was a laugh, and someone said “They’ll do me. Maybe we should show them what a real man’s cock looks like.”

There was silence for a few minutes and then someone said. “Ok guys, on your knees and show us how good you are at giving head.”

Lucille could guess what was going on when she heard some gagging and choking sounds, but as with me, the bikers hadn’t finished with them. Lucille said that a short time later, when she couldn’t take the loud guffaws and the screaming any more, she let herself out of the clubhouse by a side door and left them to it.

A couple of crates of beer was delivered to the clubhouse the next week as a ‘thank you’. It seems all three of my tormenters had trouble sitting down for a few days.

When Ben confronted Sandra about the letter, she denied all knowledge of it of course, and even showed Ben her handwriting to prove that she hadn’t written it. One thing further, all three guys caught a venereal disease from one of the bikers. That meant a visit to the doctor and treatment with medicine, so their families got to hear of it, but probably not how they came by it. They tried to keep it a secret of course, but somehow the news got out.

There was no way they could connect what happened to what they did to me. How could they possibly think I had a connection to the Devil's Advocates? I just thought to myself that nobody, but nobody should ever mess with my sister or someone she loved.

To be continued.