A Bad Girl to Good Boy Story: Chrissie to Chris to Christopher

By Trapper Jock McIntyre

Chrissie Latham is an obnoxious teenage girl. All she ever thinks about is shopping and clothes. When her grades start to slip, her mother decides to send her to visit her Aunt Betty in a place way far away for malls and Limited Too. Can this place that is like night and day to Chrissie, change her from being a bad girl into being a good boy?

A Bad Girl to Good Boy Story: Chrissie to Chris to Christopher

By Trapper Jock McIntyre

Chrissie Latham sat pouting as the Greyhound bus trundled down the highway. As she stared out the window she had a hard time imagining anything like what she was seeing. There were no malls, no McDonalds, no nothing. Just miles and miles of wheat and corn and cows.

She couldn't imagine what she had done to deserve such a fate. She was being banished from her friends, from shopping, from makeup, from boys! Even her cell phone wouldn't work. Like any teenage girl this was her life. Her mother didn't see it this way. Chrissie's mind drifted back to the events of the past few weeks.

First event was the arrival of her report card in the mail. It resembled a beach .. it was a C level!

"You have some explaining to do young lady," her mother demanded.

Chrissie yawned and looked bored, barely raising her eyes out of the issue of Cosmo Girl she was reading.

"Look at this. Every subject, a C. Don't you realize that you'll never get anywhere in life with grades like these," her mom sternly told her.

Chrissie sighed and tuned out her mother's comments. She was more interested in the cute summer fashions in the magazine

Event number two occurred just a week later. Chrissie had just snuck back into the house, bags from Limited Too and Hot Topic tucked in her backpack.

"Chrissie Latham, where have you been?!" her mother hollered from the living room.

Chrissie slowly walked into the room.

"Nowhere," she replied in a typical moody teenage tone.

"You had better not been at the mall again," Chrissie's mom warned.

Chrissie sighed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

"Honestly Chrissie, there is more to life than selling out to the image that those stores force on you," Mrs. Latham said, with a tone of exasperation in her voice.

Chrissie sighed another perturbed sigh. "Can I leave now? I have to study."

Her mother observed, "I don't think that's what you are going to do. Your grades don't indicate that you've been studying."

Chrissie turned to leave. As she did her mom saw the corner of a brightly colored bag peeking out of her backpack.

"Chrissie, come here. Give me your backpack," her mother demanded.

Chrissie stood there like a stone statue. Her mother pointed to the pack.

"What's this? You've been to Limited Too." Her mother's tone rose. "That does it. I specifically forbad you to go the mall and you have defied me. You are the most one dimensional girl in the world."

Chrissie's mother pulled the backpack off her daughter's back and dug into it.

"Just as I thought. A new skirt, a bra, and how many pairs of panties. You don't need all these. You have more panties and bras than most girls. I swear girl that you have thing about bras and panties."

Chrissie stood there with an angry look in her eyes. Yes she did have a thing about underwear, and she couldn't help it. When she walked in Limited Too and saw the display rack filled with last panties and bras, she was in undie heaven.

"You need to be taught a lesson. Chrissie, go to your room," her mother demanded.

Chrissie reached for the bag. Her mother snatched it away, and continued with an angry tone in voice. "No! We're going to put an end to this shit right away".

She confiscated the bag's contents and handed the backpack back to Chrissie. "You'll get these back if and when you deserve them, and not a minute sooner!"

On Tuesday a letter arrived from school. The letter highly recommended that Chrissie attend summer school.

Chrissie's mom went upstairs to her bedroom with the letter.

"Read this and tell me what you think," she said as she handed the letter to Chrissie.

Chrissie slowly read the letter and then ripped it in half. She tossed it up in air and yelled, "Whoopee! Don't hold your breath."

"Good then," her mother agreed. "I am glad that we both see it the same way."

Chrissie twisted her gaze. "We do?" she asked.

"Yes we do," her mom answered. "I've decided not to send you to summer school. I think that you deserve a break. You deserve to go away for the summer."

"Go away?" Chrissie asked.

"I've arranged for you to go visit Aunt Betty. You will have to study, but Aunt Betty has a special way about her."

"What special way?" Chrissie asked, her eyes narrowing to little slits.

"You'll see. You'll see," came the reply.

Before Chrissie knew what was happening she found herself on a bus to her Aunt Betty's, a single small suitcase with one change of clothes and no makeup accompanying her.

Aunt Betty met her at a small dusty road stop along a largely deserted highway. Her greeting let Chrissie know that there was to be no nonsense.

"So, you are Chrissie. Looks like we have our work cut for us. Be aware that I don't go for any of the prissy crap. So stop pouting and get in the truck."

Chrissie's eyes grew wide as she got into the truck. Aunt Betty's old beat up truck was covered in mud and Chrissie was revolted at the thought of getting dirty.

"Wind the window down. We ain't got no air conditioning," Aunt Betty barked.

They headed down the two lane highway and then continued out a narrow secondary road and with every mile moved further and further away from civilization. Aunt Betty worked as a forest ranger and was a no nonsense sort of woman. She was as rough and tough as they come, but did have a soft sentimental side to her. She liked Chrissie and was dismayed when Chrissie's mom told her that the girl was a totally obnoxious little brat. When Aunt Betty requested that she be allowed to intervene in an effort to straighten the girl out, Chrissie's mom agreed.

Chrissie sat with her arms crossed, a totally pissed off look on her face. Aunt Betty saw this and figured that it was time for part one of her plan.

"Look, I want us to be friends," she said.

Chrissie didn't reply but Aunt Betty continued.

"If we're friends and you co-operate, I can tell you that you will come out of this with a totally different outlook on life."

Chrissie sighed and stared out the window.

"I have a peace offering for you," Aunt Betty said smiling. "Reach down under the seat."

Chrissie did as she was told and retrieved a small gift wrapped package.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Go ahead open it and find out," Aunt Betty answered.

Chrissie carefully undid the tape.

"Go ahead! Rip the paper off, Chrissie!" Aunt Betty encouraged her.

Chris paused and then tore the paper off.

"An mp3 player! Thank you Aunt Betty!" For the first time since she began this journey, Chrissie actually smiled.

"Well, go ahead, listen to it! I put some songs on it that you might like," Chrissie aunt pointed out.

Chrissie thumbed through the songs to find the CD Rock Steady by Gwen Stefanie and her group No Doubt, and 200 KM in the wrong Direction by tATu. "I wasn't sure what you'd like, but I thought these might do," Aunt Betty pointed out. "These will be okay I guess," Chrissie replied as she put on the earbuds. "At last, something normal," she thought. Chrissie closed her eyes and sat back. The music drew her in and she let herself drown in the beat and the words. She didn't necessarily like the groups on the mp3 player, but something compelled her to listen.

It was dusk when they drove down a dirt road and came to Aunt Betty's log cabin. A chorus of frog, crickets and owls sang in greeting of the night.

"Here we are!" Aunt Betty exclaimed. "Grab your stuff and I'll show you to your room."

Chrissie tucked the mp3 player into her jacket pocket and grabbed her suitcase. A collie dog bounded off the porch toward them

"Hey there Laddie, c'mon and say hi to your cousin Chrissie," Aunt Betty said and then turned to Chrissie. "She's a very friendly dog. I'm sure that you and Laddie will get along just fine"

"Laddie?" Chrissie said. "I've never heard of a girl dog named Laddie."

"Well, I figured that since Lassie on TV was really a boy dog, I'd have a girl dog name Laddie to balance things out," Aunt Betty explained.

Aunt Betty opened the door and led her into the cabin. Chrissie stared at the spartan affair, and a certain uneasiness began to reassert itself.

"This is it. Over there is the kitchen where we eat and this is the sitting room. That room over there is my office and upstairs are the bedrooms and, bathroom and the attic. C'mon, I'll show you to your room," Aunt Betty said as she gave Chrissie a tour of the cabin.

Chrissie followed Aunt Betty up the stairs and down a hallway, her mouth wide open in disbelief.

Continuing the tour, Aunt Betty said, "This used to be your Cousin Eddie's room. Since he's gone away to college, now it's yours. Make yourself comfortable and at home."

There was always a bit of mystery about Cousin Eddie. Aunt Betty had never married, yet one day she announced she was pregnant, and then 9 months later Eddie was born. No one ever knew who the father was, although rumors circulated around town that centered on a cold night when Betty and a ranger from up north spent a week supposedly lost in the woods.

The room was unlike Chrissie bedroom at home. A plain oak bed with a nightstand was along one wall, a desk along the other. A chest of drawers and desk and bookcase completed the furnishings.

"You best change out of those all girly-girl things and come downstairs and sit for a while," Chrissie's aunt told her.

"Can I wash up first?" Chrissie asked.

"Good idea," Aunt Betty replied in agreement.

Aunt Betty led Chrissie to the bathroom. "I lost the stopper for the bathtub, so it'll have to be a shower."

Chrissie returned to the bedroom and opened her suitcase. She pulled out a short nightie and a pair of panties and stepped across the hall to the bathroom.

"Ah shucks, those are city clothes. You can't be wearing that kind of stuff out here in the woods." Aunt Betty reached over and lowered the toilet seat and then the lid. "Just put that skirt and top and your panties here on the toilet. They got a bit dirty from the drive so I'll see to it that they get taken care of. In the mean time I'll dig up something out of Eddie's stuff for you."

Chrissie pulled off her clothes and got into the shower. An array of unfamiliar bath products with names like Axe and Old Spice sat ion the shelf. She squeezed some of the soap onto a wash cloth and began to wash up. As she did the bold scent of the soap wafted through the air. This was definitely not like the flowery shower gels that Chrissie was used to.

After washing her hair Chrissie got out of the shower and toweled herself off. As she hung the towel on the back of the door, she noticed that her skirt, top, bra and panties were gone. In their place she found a pair of boy's boxer shorts adorned with footballs and a Dallas Cowboy's t-shirt. She hollered out the door to her Aunt Betty.

"Did you find the clothes I put out for you?" Aunt Betty asked from the bottom of the stairs.

"Ah yeah, but aren't these boy's clothes?" Chrissie asked.

"Oh don't worry about that. Lots of girls find boxer shorts to be cute and a t-shirt is pretty unisex. Go get dressed and c'mon downstairs. Grab something from Eddie's room to read if you want," her aunt hollered back.

Chrissie pulled the boxer shorts on and looked at herself in the mirror. They did sort of look cute she thought. She then slid the t-shirt over her head and pulled it down. This was first time since was 11 that she wasn't wearing a bra, and her small breasts were indistinguishable under the oversized t-shirt.

Returning to the bedroom, she thumbed through the pile of magazines. Mostly old copies of Boy's Life from the Boy Scouts, and some issues of GQ - Gentleman's Quarterly. She sighed at the selection without making any choices and grabbed her new mp3 player before heading downstairs.

Aunt Betty sat in a chair reading the paper and looked up Chrissie entered the living room. "There now, I bet that's a lot more comfortable. Have a seat"

"So, like, what is there to do here?" Chrissie asked.

"Well, we hike and swim, and camp and enjoy the outdoors." Aunt Betty replied.

Chrissie sighed. "Do you, like, have a Playstation or a Nintendo I can play?"

"Ah, nah," Aunt Betty pep lied. "Don't even have a TV. Have a seat and make yourself comfortable. Just relax. Listen to your mp3 player."

"Can I go to the mall, then?" Chrissie asked.

"Ain't got of those neither," Aunt Betty replied.

"No mall!" Chrissie exclaimed.

"Nope. Now we do have a shopping center though," Aunt Betty answered.

"Well, that's better than nothing I guess," Chrissie observed. "Can I go there?"

"Maybe when you're ready. But like with every good thing, at the right time," Aunt Betty pointed out.

Chrissie didn't quite understand that, but she plopped down in a big overstuffed chair resigned a fate she saw spelled out as boredom. The chair enveloped her, though, and made her feel very comfortable. She put the earbuds of her mp3 player in her ears and fell asleep listening to tATu.

As she slept Chrissie's mind filed wit the strangest dreams. A voice called out to her over and over again. First it began very softy "Chrissie Chrissie Chrissie" and then as it grew louder it changed to "Chris Chris Chris"

Chrissie awoke the next morning to find herself in the bedroom. Aunt Betty had apparently carried her upstairs and put her in the bed in Eddie's room. The door was closed and a poster of model Laetitia Casta wearing men's Tommy Hilfiger briefs adorned it. Chrissie got out of bed and stared at the poster. She reached out and touched it the image of the men's underwear that the woman was wearing. A strange feeling went through her. She shivered a bit and then cast it off thinking that it just meant that she had to pee. She opened the door went over to the bathroom. She lowered toilet seat and sat down.

After she flushed to toilet she headed downstairs. Aunt Betty stood in the kitchen making up some bacon and eggs.

"Good morning! Did you sleep well?" Aunt Betty asked.

"Yeah, I guess," came Chrissie's reply.

Aunt Betty smiled at her. "Good. Have some breakfast, then."

"Do you have some yogurt?" Chrissie inquired.

"Yogurt?" Aunt Betty laughed. "Hell no! Bacon and eggs!"

Aunt Betty dished out a plate of scrambled eggs and some bacon and then sat down and took a sip of coffee before speaking.

"I looked through your clothes. You'll never survive out here with all that girly-girl stuff. After you eat I'll run into town and pick up a few things that will suit you better."

Aunt Betty flipped on the CD boombox that sat on the bookcase. Gwen Stefani began singing Underneath it All. She handed the CD case to Chrissie

"This is a pretty good CD, don't you think?" she asked.

Chrissie picked it and look at it. An image of Gwen's jeans adorned the back cover and the waistband her underwear peeked above the jeans. They had a white waistband and blue and yellow stripes with the words Rock Steady on them. They looked a little like boy's underwear though she thought. Chrissie stared intently at the picture "That's an interesting look isn't it," Aunt Betty observed. "Maybe we can find something like that for you"

For the first time Chrissie thought, maybe things out here in Podunk wouldn't be so bad.

"Yeah, I suppose its okay. Can we go shopping to see if we can find something like this?" she asked.

"Well, not today. But maybe on the weekend. You finish up breakfast and I'll go set out something for you to wear until I get back from town."

Aunt Betty vanished up the stairs to the bedrooms and then returned after a few minutes

"I put out some things for you to try on while I'm gone." She grabbed the keys to her truck from the hook by the door and headed out the door.

"See ya! Guard the house good Laddie, good girl," she said as she petted the old collie

Chrissie put her breakfast dishes in sink and went up stair to the bedroom. There on the bed was a pair of sweat pants and a sweat shirt. Both had the logo "Property of PS 61 Boy's Phys Ed Dept" on them.

She crossed the hall and entered the bathroom. She could have swore she had put the toilet seat down this morning se thought as she washed her face and brushed her teeth.

She went back to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of lo-cut silky panties before slipping in the sweat pants and sweat shirt. Kind of bored, Chrissie thumbed through the issues of Boy's Life magazine.

What strange articles she thought as she came across one entitled "Why
YOU Should be Wearing a Jockstrap when Playing Sports"

It seemed a bit forbidden, but Chrissie decided to read the article. She pulled out her mp3 player and inserted the earbuds in her ears. As she read about wearing a jockstrap, she became aware of a voice speaking to her through the music. "Chrissie .. Chris .. Christopher."

She shook her head and the voice evaporated.

Things had been a bit conservative back in her high school and while Chrissie knew that boys had penises she never knew about jockstrap and such. The whole idea of a boy needing to support his penis just like a girl supported her breasts intrigued her. She sighed about the fact that she really didn't have all that much to support in breast area and wondered it boys had padded jockstraps for make themselves look bigger just like the padded bras she wore.

She began thumbing through the issues of GQ. How about that she thought. A fashion magazine for guys just like Vogue. She thumbed through it. The guys looked really good in the suits and ties that they modeled. One of them had a layout with guys wearing tight Speedo swimsuits that left nothing to the imagination.

"These guys definitely wouldn't be wearing a padded jockstrap," Chrissie thought.

As she leafed through the article she couldn't help but wonder what is what like to swim without wearing a top. Guys are so lucky she thought.

Soon she heard Aunt Betty return. Anxious to see what she had bought for her, Chrissie bounded down the steps.

Aunt Betty took a pair of jeans out of the bag she had brought in from the truck.

"I figured you're going to need something kind of sturdy if you go exploring in the woods, so I got you these."

Aunt Betty pulled a pair of boot cut Levi's out of the bag. She handed them to Chrissie.

"Aunt Betty this tags says B.." Chrissie began to protest.

Aunt Betty tore the tag off the jeans ad handed tem back to Chrissie

"Oh -- yes -- they're boy's jeans. You'll find they last longer than girls stuff. Go ahead, try them on."

"You mean here?"

"Sure, why not. It's just you and me."

Chrissie pulled down the sweat pants and began to slip the jeans up her legs. Aunt Betty spied her panties and stopped her.

"Oh my, you had better wear these too. You wouldn't want to ruin those girly-girl panties you have on." Aunt Betty quickly tore at the plastic of package of underwear and tossed the plastic in the trash.

Chrissie blinked and shook her head. She could swear she saw the words "Boy's No-Fly Bikini Briefs" on the package.

Aunt Betty handed the underwear to her and told her to put them on. "New underwear ... new jeans. Goes together."

Chrissie pulled the blue cotton underwear up to her waist. They felt a bit strange at first. The crotch was wider and didn't have a cotton panel in them. The waist band was kind of plain and there was no lacy adornment on the leg openings, but as Chrissie snugged them around her waist they felt a bit comfortable. She also noticed that they seemed a bit roomy in front.

"Oh, I didn't know hat size you wore, so couldn't find you any new bras," Aunt Betty stated. "You'll have to settle for this."

Aunt Betty handed her a stretchy white a-shirt. Chrissie pulled it over her head.

"Best put some sock on too," Aunt Betty said and handed her a pair of white tube socks.

After she put those on Chrissie stood up to but on the Jeans. She glanced over at the reflection in the mirror near the coat rack. The a-shirt flattened what little boobs she had, and the underwear looked kind of cool she thought.

Chrissie pulled on the jeans and then Aunt Betty handed her a polo shirt.

"I also got you a new pair of shoes to go running around the woods in. Your girly-girl tennies will get ruined out here."

Chrissie pulled on the shoes and looked in the mirror. Apart from her long hair, she almost looked like a teenage boy instead of a teenage girl. Aunt Betty plopped a baseball cap on her head. Aunt Betty handed her Eddie's old boy scout backpack. It was emblazoned with scout patches.

"There you go my little tomboy -- now why not head out and explore the woods around the cabin. There are some trails that you might like to go bike riding on. You can dig your Cousin Eddie's bike out of the shed if you'd like," Aunt Betty swatted her on the butt as Chrissie headed outside.

Chrissie liked the sound of the word tomboy. It all seemed exciting to her. As she made her way to way to the shed she thought about the clothes she was wearing. Was she wearing boy's underwear she thought? I might be kind of cool she thought. After all girls wore boy's clothes sometimes and Limited Too sold boy leg panties. They were really cute. She wondered if boys ever wore girl's clothes or tried on stuff at Limited Too like the boy leg panties they sold. After all, if girls could wear boy's clothes, then boys should be allowed to wear girl's clothes.

She got to the shed and dug out Eddie's bike. It was a cool blue color and had the word BOY RACER emblazoned in silver on the cross bar. She climbed on it and headed out on the trails. She continued out the trail until she came to a pond. This looked like as good a place as any to sit and collect her thoughts. She stopped and leaned the bike against a tree and said down at the base.

The sun was warm against Chrissie's face, and a gentle breeze blew through her hair as she sat there, at time blowing it into her eyes. She continued out the trail until she came to a pond.

Normally she would have been worried about getting all dirty, but somehow it didn't seem to matter. She pulled her mp3 player out of her backpack and turned it on. The music filled her ears and she lazily tossed skipped stones across the water. Still listening to the music she stood up and grabbed a bigger stone and tossed it into the water.

"Chrissie throws like a girl!" she thought.

Then she gave another stone a good curve ball toss and thought, "But Chris throws like a boy! Cool."

A hawk circled in the sky and Chrissie sat against the tree again. She grabbed a bottle of Orange juice out of her backpack and chugged it down. She'd never chugged anything before and it felt good. No one was around and she didn't have to be all dainty.

As she looked out across the wonder of nature she unconsciously reached own and gave her crotch a scratch. It was an interesting feeling. Then she pulled her hand back. She could haves sworn she felt a bulge between her legs. She reached down and all she felt was the smooth contours of the boys jeans she wearing. She undid them and pulled them down. For a moment she just stood there looking down at the blue bikini briefs she was wearing.

"Hmm, what if these are boy's underwear. Who cares?" she wondered. She looked at the flatness of her crotch. Nope, no bulge in front. She closed her eyes and imagined what it might be like to have a penis. As if some was taking over her mind, she began to imagine that she really did. She'd never felt anything like this before and it scared her and leapt to her feet panting.

Chrissie leaned back against the tree and caught her breath before pulling up her jeans and sitting down. She couldn't quite figure out what had just happened but it sure felt good. Scary, but good.

Chrissie picked up a stick and scrawled her name in the in the dirt. CHRISSIE. Then she took the stick and scratched out the last three letters. CHRIS.

She tossed the stick and leapt to her feet. Jumping high in the air she grabbed a branch of the tree and climbed up into its leafy bough. Chrissie hoisted herself up onto the thick limb and as and sat looking out over the pond. It was kind of cool to be sitting there, high in the tree limbs she thought. She thought about what she might be doing of she was back at home with her mom. She'd be at the mall shopping and buying panties and skirts and jeans and being bored. But, here in wide out doors she felt like she could fly. Chrissie flipped around and let herself dangle from the tree. Her polo shirt slipped down and she could see the ribbed a-shirt that she was wearing. It look cool she thought.

Just then Laddie came bounding through the woods toward her. Chrissie hoisted herself up and then dropped to the ground, a cloud of dust and dirt flying into the air. She dusted herself off as best she could but still came up dirty.

"Hey, Laddie. What's up girl!" she said as the collie dog nuzzled her.

Laddie barked a joy-filled bark and made some moves to get Chrissie to follow her.

Chrissie looked at her watch. "Ah, it's almost lunch time, is that right girl."

Laddie barked again.

Chrissie laughed and felt filled with spunk.

"Bet you can't catch me," Chrissie yelled as she started playfully running along the sloping hill side to the pond. Laddie followed in her every move as Chrissie slipped and slid down the dirt and along the grass. Soon her shirt was dirty and her boy's jeans where soiled with mud.

Chrissie laughed on jumped on Eddie's old bicycle and pedaled back toward the cabin as Laddie ran barking along side. When she got to the cabin, she dropped the bike on the grass and bounded up the stairs onto the porch. She ran into the cabin and slammed the screen door behind her.

"Hi Aunt Betty," she yelled.

Aunt Betty came out from the kitchen. "Chrissie? Well, look at you! Someone was having fun."

"Yeah, and I went climbing trees and ran through the woods, and even saw the pond. Did you know there's a pond out there? Can I go swimming, huh can I?" the words came pouring out of Chrissie.

"Swimming?" Aunt Betty smiled. "Well I don't think you have a swimsuit do you."

"Ah please Aunt Betty, please please, maybe you can go into town and get me something, please." Then Chrissie said it, "Maybe I can wear one of Eddie's swimsuits?"

Aunt Betty looked at her. "Well, that's a good idea! I'll see what he has that might fit you. Now go wash up for lunch."

Chrissie ran up the stepped to the bathroom. "Gulp," she thought. "I have to pee." She lowered the toilet set and sat down. "Boy's sure are lucky," she thought. "They don't have to sit down."

After flushing the toilet Chrissie pulled her underwear and jeans up and then washed the dirt from her hands. She then ran back down stairs.

Aunt Betty had a baloney sandwich and some cookies and milk waiting for her.

She plopped down on the chair and took a bite of sandwich before taking
a big gulp of milk. Aunt Betty sat across from her.

"Aunt Betty?" Chrissie asked.

"Yes," her aunt replied.

"Why do boys get to do all kinds of fun things like run in the woods and swim without tops on and everything?" Chrissie inquired.

Aunt Betty thought for a second and then stated, "Oh I don't know. But girls can do that too. They can pretend to be boys sometimes."

Chrissie sat back and thought about that then said, "Do you think that maybe ..."

Just then the phone rang.

Aunt Betty answered it. "Hello. Oh Hi! Yes, Chrissie's here."

Aunt Betty covered the receiver. "It's your mom."

"She's having great time. Aren't you Chrissie?"

Chrissie yelled out, "I SURE AM! HI MOM!"

"Yep -- we're almost ready. Maybe this weekend. Okay. See yah."

Aunt Betty hung up the phone. Finish your sandwich and I'll go get something of Eddie's for you to wear swimming. I have his old clothes in the attic from when he was a boy your age."

After a few minutes Aunt Betty returned with a swimsuit and a white t-shirt. "Here give this a try."

Chrissie got up from her chair and took the items from her aunt.

She pulled off her jeans ad t-shirt and stood there in her socks. Again she wondered about the underwear she was wearing, but she didn't feel self conscious in front of Aunt Betty.

After pulling of the underwear, she set them on the chair next to her and then picked up the swimsuit. It was a blue swimsuit bottom, kind of bikini style, with the word Speedo about a left leg opening. It could have passed for a girl's bikini bottom, but Chrissie looked at the size tag inside with gave that away with the words "BOYS Size: Medium"

Chrissie spoke up, pointing out, "Aunt Betty this is a boy's swimsuit."

"That's right," Aunt Betty countered. "After all you couldn't have expected Eddie to have worn a bikini now could you? Go ahead and put it on. It would bite. It's just a swimsuit."

As Chrissie pulled the boy's Speedo swimsuit up her legs she glanced over at the underwear she had just taken off. Yep -- the tag gave that away: Hanes for Boys - Size Medium.

She looked at herself in the big mirror. It wasn't too bad. She didn't really look like a boy, but she looked kind of cool she thought.

Aunt Betty observed this. "I think you had better wear this t-shirt," she noted.

As Chrissie pulled it over her head, Aunt Betty gathered up a towel and handed it to Chrissie along with a pair of flip-flops.

"Okay kid.. go have fun," Aunt Betty said gleefully.

Chrissie jumped on Eddie's bike and headed to the pond. Once there she tossed the towel on the ground, kicked off her flip-flops and ran up onto a rock. Chrissie dove into the pond and the deep cold water bubbled around her. As she swam to the surface the oversized t-shirt she had on tangled and twisted around her. She surfaced and sputtered out some water before taking another dive. The water was filled with sunlight and Chrissie saw a turtle swim by. She tried to swim after it, but the t-shirt impeded her progress. Chrissie surfaced and went to the shore. She grabbed the towel and spread it out on the grass. One of the socks she had been worn earlier fell out of the folded towel and onto the ground.

The sun was warm and gentle and a cool breeze was bowing. Chrissie sat back and listened. The wind seemed to be called her. She closed her eyes. "Chrissie wants to be a boy," it began very softly. "Chris is a boy." And then just as it began to mesmerize her, "Christopher, you want to be Christopher."

"What the heck," Chrissie exclaimed as she shook her head. Somewhere deep inside of her, she began feel a spirit pulling at her. She rolled over onto her stomach and looked out over the pond. There was more to the world than just malls she thought. There was more to being a person.

The white t-shirt had grown cold and clammy around her and she pulled it over her heard. She tossed it aside. Looking over she noticed the single white sock lying on the ground, all balled up. Thinking back to the daydreams of this morning, Chrissie picked it.

"Would it really hurt just see what I might look like if I had a penis," she thought. Chrissie stood up and tucked the sock down into the crotch of her boy's Speedo swimsuit. She adjusted it and molded and shaped it.

"There," she said. "My penis."

Chrissie climbed back on the rock and dove into the water. It felt so cool and refreshing. A frog went swimming by and she reached out and grabbed it.

Running out of the water, she sat on the towel, her legs spread wide. The frog looked at her and she looked at it.

"Hello there Mr. Frog," she said. With that it squirmed from her hands and leapt back to water. Chrissie laughed and jumped up to chase it. Her foot got tangled in the wet t-shirt hat she tossed away, and she slipped and fell, cutting her knee on some tree roots that protruded from the earth. That's didn't stop her, as she stood up dusted off, grabbed the t-shirt from around her foot and tossed it into the pond before heading back into the water.

Her play continued all afternoon until about 4; when Laddie came down to etrieve her.

Chrissie climbed out of the water and grabbed the towel and dried off. Looking around for the t-shirt, she remembered that she had tossed it into the water. Chrissie shrugged her shoulders. Oh well she thought as she took the towel and draped it over her shoulders.

She got on the bicycle and peddled back to Aunt Betty's house. Aunt Betty was sitting on the porch reading a magazine.

"HI Aunt Betty!" Chrissie hollered cheerfully

"My my look at you. Did you have fun?" Aunt Betty yelled back.

"You bet!" Chrissie laughed. "I saw a turtle and frog and some ducks and can't remember what all."

"Looks like you forgot your t-shirt, too," Aunt Betty observed.

Chrissie looked down. That wasn't all she had forgotten. The balled up sock was still prominently on display in the crotch of her boy's Speedo swimsuit. Chrissie grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her waist.

"And I see that's not all you forgot you little tomboy, you," Aunt Betty said with a sly grin.

Chrissie smiled at being called a tomboy. "Yeah I guess", she giggled. I just wanted to see what, well you know."

"It's okay. I understand," Aunt Betty laughed. "A lot of girls wonder what it would be like to have penis."

Chrissie's eyes got as wide as saucers. "They do?" she asked.

"Sure they do. It's all very natural, Aunt Betty explained. "And just look at your hair. It's all tangled. What say we do something about that tangly long girly-girl hair? You run upstairs and take a shower and then come down just wearing your underwear and I'll give you a trim."

Chrissie agreed and went up to the bathroom. As she showered, Aunt Betty set out another pair of boy's no-fly bikini briefs for her. She then took a clean sock and balled it up and set it on top of the briefs.

Chrissie finished showering and went over to the bedroom. She picked up the underwear and checked the tag. Boys. She smiled as she put them on. Smiling a devilish grin, she stuffed the clean sock down on the crotch.

Chrissie headed downstairs where Aunt Betty was waiting. "There's my little tomboy. Have a seat."

Chrissie sat in the chair. The sock bulge between her legs caused her to sit with her legs apart. Aunt Betty wrapped a towel around her shoulder and got out the scissors and began clipping. Chunkd of hair fell to the floor but Chrissie didn't seem to mind. She did jump a bit when she heard the whirring of the clippers and as the coldness of the blades touched the back of her neck. After a while Aunt Betty took a combs began combing Chrissie's hair. A part on the side and then straight over. The scissors clipped around her ears.

"Take a look my little tomboy," Aunt Betty said as she undid the towel. Chrissie walked over to the mirror and gasped. A teenage boy stared back at her. A teenage boy in just his underwear. That teenage boy was a girl named Chrissie.

"You like it?" Aunt Betty asked.

Chrissie smiled. "Yeah!" She ran her had through her short hair. I do.

Aunt Betty began to sweep up the hair. "Supper'll be ready in a bit. Why don't you go pull on a t-shirt, grab a book and come down and read. I brought some of Eddie's old books down from the attic for you. Go ahead, you can just sit around in your underwear, I don't mind."

Chrissie ran up the stairs to the bedroom. She pulled on a t-shirt shirt and the sorted through the stack of books. Hardy Boy's mysteries. They looked old and in a way, a bit fascinating. She grabbed one and went back down stairs.

Aunt Betty looked out from the kitchen. "I see you found the books. These used to be mine when I was a kid your age. I gave them to Eddie then. He just loved the Hardy Boys."

Chrissie climbed in the big comfy chair and began reading until Aunt Betty called her for supper. Even after supper, Chrissie continued following the saga of the Hardy Boys. It was all that Aunt Betty could do to get her to go to bed.

At breakfast the next morning Aunt Betty noticed that Chrissie seemed a bit preoccupied.

"What's up kid?" she asked.

"Oh nothing," Chrissie said as she stared at her eggs.

Aunt Betty sat down next her. "I know my little tomboy pretty well, and
I can tell that something bothering her."

"Well, I had a strange dream last night. I felt all tingly in my stomach and ..." Chrissie paused and didn't want to go into to much detail. "then I had this weird feeling all thorough my body when I woke up."

"I see," Aunt Betty replied. She then smiled. "That's what's called a wet dream. All boys your age get them. It quite natural."

"They do?" Chrissie asked not putting all the words together.

"Yep, so don't worry. You're perfectly normal." Aunt Betty said as she got up and wiped her hands with a towel. "I'll tell you what. Go pull on your jeans and we can run into town. Eddie wants me to send him socks and hiking boots from the general store, and I have to stop by the post office to pick up your school work"

"My school work?" Chrissie asked. For the first time in the past few days she felt like her bubble had burst.

"Well, I made arrangements to tutor you a bit, so I had the school here send me some stuff. It'll be easy. And if you do well, maybe you'll see something at the shopping center today that I can buy you as a reward next week after I get paid. Deal."

Chrissie thought about it. Shopping. Finally. "Deal!" she replied.

As they drove along the bumpy road to the highway, Aunt Betty turned on
the radio tuning it to a local oldies station. The Who's song "I'm a Boy" blasted from the speakers. Chrissie joyfully joined in the singing.

When they arrived the shopping center Aunt Betty parked her truck in front of the 5 and 10 cent store.

"Why don't you go into the store and look around. I'll run into the post office and get the mail and then see you in the store," Aunt Betty said.

"Okay. I'll just go in and look around," Chrissie replied.

"Since I have to pick up some socks for Eddie, I'll meet you back by the socks," Aunt Betty said.

Chrissie entered the store. It was big single floor store, sort of like Wal-Mart, but much less fancy. Signs hung from the ceiling showing the names of the various departments. The socks and shoes were located near the back of the store. Chrissie walked through the store and as she did she went through the area where the girl's clothes were. She gave them a quick glance, but nothing stood out. Off to her left there was a display of girl's panties and bras. Chrissie went over to see what was on offer.

"After all, underwear is my passion," she reasoned. "So it wouldn't hurt to look."

Chrissie neared the display and thumbed through the panties.

"Jeez, there's got to be something other than these," Chrissie said as she fingered the Day of the Week briefs. There was nothing on display but plain colored nylon briefs unlike anything she wore.

Chrissie sighed and headed on to the back of the store, passing through the boys department. As she did that funny tingle she's been having began again in her tummy. Chrissie paused and a hand over the rack of boy's dress pants. A mannequin was on display smartly dressed in pair along with a shirt and tie. She reached up and touched the tie and wondered what it felt like to wear something like that.

Out of the corner of eye Chrissie spied a display of boy's underwear. The funny tingle in her tummy grew in intensity and she felt drawn to the display. The packages of Fruit of the Loom, BVD, and Hanes briefs seemed to call out to here. Yes, she admit, being simple white cotton with the funny little fly opening and the wide waistband they were just as plain as the rack of panties she had just looked at, but still there was something enticingly exciting about them. Chrissie picked up the package and looked at it intently. The voice that she had heard so many times over the past few days returned.

"Chrissie, you want to try them. Go ahead, it won't hurt. You want to wear them. You want to be Chris. You need to wear them."

Chrissie felt her mouth go dry and she began to shiver. She took a deep breath and tried to regain her composure. She opened her eyes wide and looked around as she considered a bit of shoplifting. It was then that she saw something hat almost set her over the edge. A row of small plastic boxes lined the end of the display. She walked toward them and then picked one off its hook. It was a strange looking garment, the likes of which she had never see before. "Bike Boy's Supporter," she said silently reading the package. The voice interrupted her again. "Yes Chrissie, you want one of these too. You need one of these." As it said that and Chrissie stared at the picture of the jockstrap on the package. As she imagined wearing one, Chrissie felt that same strange spasm go through body as she had felt in her dream the night before. She quickly hooked the jockstrap back on its display as if it had given her an electric shock. Chrissie closed her eyes to regain her composure and then opening them, she saw Aunt Betty heading toward her. Quickly she ran to the back of the store making it just as Aunt Betty arrive don the scene.

"Hey Chrissie, see anything you might like for your reward next week?" Aunt Betty asked.

Chrissie blushed. "I suppose."

"Good, that out to give you some encouragement to study hard this week. I think these socks will work for Eddie. We'll stop by Miller's General Store for his hiking boots, so let's go pay for these and then we'll head on," Aunt Betty said as she grabbed a pair of white socks off a display rack.

Chrissie followed her Aunt as she made her way to the front of the store. Aunt Betty paused.

"Oh, and Eddie needs some underwear. C'mon I think the boy's underwear is over this way."

Chrissie stopped in her tracks. She closed her eyes as her heart began to pound at the thought of going near the boy's underwear again. "Steady now," she thought as she followed her aunt.

Aunt Betty picked up a package of boy's Fruit of the Loom fly-front briefs. "Eddie like this style. Simple and practical he says. Prefers them over the boy's bikini underwear like you're wearing Chrissie."

Chrissie felt her face turn red at the thought of her secret being exposed.

Aunt Betty noticed this and put her hand on Chrissie's shoulder. "It's okay. A lot of girl's like to wear boy's underwear like this. They think they're cute. Underwear is underwear! Maybe you'll give it try someday."

Chrissie smiled and then glanced at the jockstraps and made a silent wish.

As they made their way out of the store, Chrissie spotted a display of soccer balls. She stopped for minute.

"Oh! Aunt Betty. Will you get me a soccer ball?"

Aunt Betty looked at her. "A soccer ball? I didn't think that you liked any sports Chrissie."

"Oh, well, a, it's just that its so nice outside and I thought it might be nice to kick it around out in the fresh air like I've seem all the other boys, er, all the other kids at school do," Chrissie replied.

Aunt Betty smiled. "Okay. I'm sure that you'll enjoy playing with it outside like you do down by the pond."

Chrissie gulped. Did Aunt Betty know about her imaginings down by the pond? "Huh?" Chrissie said.

"You know, when you go swimming or hiking through the woods," Aunt Betty responded. "I know that you like to that. So go ahead. Pick out a soccer ball for yourself."

Chrissie picked out a ball tossed it into the cart along with the clothes Aunt Betty was buying for Eddie. They paid for the goods and as they returned home Chrissie made a promise to herself to study hard all this week in th equest o maybe get her own jockstrap as a reward to wear while playing soccer.

The week ahead saw Chrissie knuckle down with her summer school studies. She spent the warm summer afternoons sitting under her favorite trees down near the pond studying. Laddie would sit by her side to keep her company.

"How about this Laddie? Did you know that during the American Civil War that there were actually girls who disguised themselves as boys to fight for the nation! Cool! They called themselves Outlaws." Chrissie said to her canine companion.

Laddie wagged her tail.

"I guess we're outlaws too, aren't we girl, especially since I've been dressing like a boy," Chrissie said with a smile in her voice.

Chrissie gave Laddie's ears a scratch. "I guess we better get going. Aunt Betty will be making supper for us."

As Chrissie made her way back to the cabin she was met by Aunt Betty.

Before long Aunt Betty returned home to find Chrissie knee deep in her studies.

"My my, aren't we the studious one," Aunt Betty observed.

"I suppose, I've been reading my history book. Did you know that sometimes girls pretended to be boys so they could fight during the Civil War?" Chrissie said as she pointed to a picture in her book.

"Did they now?" Aunt Betty asked. "What do you think of that?"

"I think it's cool. They must have had some real adventures," Chrissie replied.

Aunt Betty went into the kitchen and began washing her hands in the sink before beginning to prepare supper. Chrissie walked into the kitchen and sat on the floor.

"Aunt Betty?" Chrissie asked.

"Yes Chrissie?" she replied.

"Is it okay for a girl to pretend to be a boy, like when no one is around?" Chrissie asked.

Aunt Betty turned around and wiped her hands. She went over to where Chrissie sat and squatted down.

"Sure it is my little tomboy girl. Girls can be anything they want to be, why they can even be boys if they want to."

"Do boys sometimes pretend to be girls?" Chrissie asked.

"Sometimes they do," Aunt Betty told her. "They have lots of fun when they do. But nothing says that girls can have just as much fun."

Aunt Betty turned back to the meal preparations.

"Aunt Betty?" Chrissie asked again

"Yes?" came the reply

"Do you think that I could pretend to be a boy for the rest of the summer?" she asked.

Aunt Betty paused. "Is that want you want as your reward for doing well on your quizzes?"

"Oh yes, Aunt Betty. I'd like that a lot. Can I wear all boy's clothes and even wear boy's underwear like you bought for Eddie."

"Well, I suppose, but only if you do well on your quiz."

Chrissie's mind was racing and before she knew it she found herself saying more than she realized. "I found Eddie's old boy scout uniform. Can I be a Boy Scout too?"

"A boy scout? You'd like to be a Boy Scout, Chrissie?"

"Yeah and go hiking and camping in woods and everything," Chrissie pleaded.

Aunt Betty nodded her head. "Well okay but if have to do okay with your studies."

"I promise I will Aunt Betty, I promise," Chrissie said as she crossed her heart. "Oh and does this mean that I can wear a, what was called, oh yeah, a jockstrap too?"

"A jockstrap? Chrissie! Where'd you ever find out about jockstraps?" Aunt Betty turned a chair around and sat in front of Chrissie

"Oh I read about them in Eddie's Boy's Life magazines and then saw one in the store today," the girl replied.

"Is that so," Aunt Betty replied. "You just study hard and if you get a 100% on your quiz, I'll see to that you will be like a real boy for the summer"

"And get to wear a jockstrap, too?," Chrissie asked.

"If you do extra well, you just might, at that", her aunt replied.

Chrissie giggled and then kissed Aunt Betty on the cheek. "I gotta go study. C'mon Laddie, lets go sit on the porch."

When she completed the meal preparations Aunt Betty went back to her office and dug out the bag form Miller's store. She pulled a pack of boy's white fly-front briefs from them, and began gift wrapping them.

As she tore at some tape her two way radio went off. Chrissie heard her aunt respond. The tone in her voice was urgent. She then came running out on to the porch carrying her rifle and ranger kit.

"I have to rush away on an emergency. You have to get in the cabin," Aunt Betty explained.

"What kind of emergency, Aunt Betty?" Chrissie asked.

"A mama bear has been raiding some people's trash and breaking into some houses for food. She's had her cubs with her."

"Ah. I bet they're cute," Chrissie observed.

"They are to be sure. But don't ever cross a mama bear with her cubs. She will protect them and you'll end up as bear chow."

"Gulp!" Chrissie exclaimed. "So why do you have to rush away?"

"Well, some fool shot and wounded one of the cubs and mama is mad. I just got a call from the state game warden to go out and tranquilize them so that they can be flown away back into the woods. We'll also try to fix up the little one."

"Ooooh. Can I come along?" Chrissie asked.

"Sorry Chrissie. It's a bit too dangerous. Just stay in the cabin until I come back. The bear is real close by, so it's not safe. Maybe go get another Hardy Boy's book from up in the attic."

Laddie barked in approval as they approached the house.

Aunt Betty grabbed a tranquilizing rifle and a bag from out of her makeshift office. "Laddie will keep you company. I won't be too long. Watch for the helicopter that's going to fly in to take the bear out."

Chrissie watched as Aunt Betty got in her truck and drove into the woods. About twenty minutes later she heard the chopper fly over head. Chrissie wondered if she could get a good look at what was going on, so she ran upstairs to the attic. Off in the distance she could see the helicopter hovering before setting down.

Since there was not much to see, Chrissie decide to explore the attic. She dug through a stack of old magazine and newspaper clippings. "FIRST LADY TO THE WORLD ELEANOR ROOSEVELT PASSES AWAY" A headline screamed on one paper.

Chrissie sat back and read about Mrs. Roosevelt and all that she had done after her husband, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt has died in 1945. Chrissie smiled when she read some of the glowing words about her and especially the one from a republican opponent of hers who said, "You may not like her, but you have to admit, Eleanor was no sissy."

Chrissie set the newspaper aside and continued looking through some of the boxes. An olive/ khaki pair of pants and shirt was folded neatly in on small box. Chrissie pulled it out. It was Eddie's old boy scout uniform and a copy of Eddie's Boy Scout handbook.

Chrissie stood up and held it in front of her. She got a devilish grin as she thought about wearing it.

Spying a stack of old Montgomery Ward catalogs from the 70s, Chrissie sat down and leafed through one of them. Wow she thought. Black and White TV and 8 track tapes. She'd only ever heard of such things.

She then came to boy's section of the catalog. Looking at the shirts and suits and ties, Chrissie wonder she's look like if she was a boy modeling such things in the catalog. She never really thought much about boy's being models in catalogs. She always figured that modeling was girl's job. Flipping through the pages she came to the underwear and again felt that funny feeling inside ad heard that voice again. She wondered if those boys standing there might actually be girls, and imagined an agent introducing her.

"I like to introduce you to Chrissie Latham; she models boy's clothes and boy's underwear. You can call her Chris."

Chrissie then smiled and snapped her fingers. "Brilliant idea," she thought.

Grabbing the catalog she ran back down to the bedroom. Digging through her stuff she dug out her school ID. She then went down to Aunt Betty's office. Once there she fired up the creaky old copy machine the corner. It groaned and moaned as it came to life then dinged to signify that it was ready.

Chrissie opened the lid and placed her school id on the glass. After closing the lid she gave the start button a punch. The machine shuddered a bit as it spat out a photocopy of her ID. Retrieving some scissors and a roll of tape from Aunt Betty's desk, Chrissie carefully cut her head out of the copy of her ID. She then made a small loop out of some tape and stuck it on the back of the cutout. Flipping open the catalog to a picture of a boy wearing a polo shirt and some dress pants, Chrissie stuck her head overtop the boy's head. She then placed the catalog onto the copy machine and hit start.

The copy emerged from the other end and Chrissie smiled as looked upon her handiwork. "So this is what Chris Latham boy model would look like. I wonder what kind of underwear she, er, he, is wearing."

Chrissie turned to the underwear stopped at a picture of a boy wearing white briefs and t-shirts. The boy was standing there in his underwear. His face was lathered in shaving cream and he held a disposable razor. Chrissie stuck the cutout of her head over top of that of a boy wearing white briefs and t-shirts. She copied the image and closed her eyes before she looked at it.

"Cool! So that's what I'd look like. It must be so cool being a boy," Chrissie observed.

As Chrissie looked at the image, she heard the helicopter again. Knowing that Aunt Betty would be home soon, Chrissie stashed the catalog away before she pausing to grab the Boy Scout uniform and handbook. Returning to the bedroom she stuck it and the pictures she'd just created on the copy machine in between the mattress and box springs of the bed.

Chrissie went back down to the main floor of the cabin and grabbed her school work. Maybe, just maybe, if she did well on the quiz she was to take, Aunt Betty would buy her some real boy's underwear and maybe even a jockstrap this weekend. Oh -- maybe she thought, she could try shaving just like a real boy!

As she sat studying she heard a sick sound from the sky and frightening boom from the woods. Chrissie ran to the window and looked out to see a plume of black smoke ascending to the sky. Disobeying her aunts orders she ran from the house toward the smoke.

Upon arrival she found her Aunt Betty lying on the ground a few hundred yards from the burning wreckage of the helicopter. Chrissie ran up to her. Aunt Betty opened her eyes to Chrissie's voice.

"I think my legs are broken," Aunt Betty moaned. She was drifting in and out of consciousness. "I think my pilot is dead. I was thrown from the wreackage."

It was just then that Chrissie noticed an angry bear gnawing away at the net it had wrapped in to transport away from the area.

"Aunt Betty, the bear is getting loose," Chrissie yelled.

"My rifle, get my rifle. It has another tranquilizer dart in it. Shoot the bear, Chrissie! Shoot the bear!" Aunt Betty cried out.

As the adrenaline coursed through her body, Chrissie grabbed the rifle from her aunt's kit. The bear rose up from the tangled net as Chrissie fired one shot. It crumbled and staggered into a sleepy mass on the forest floor.

"Now run home and call for help Chrissie," Aunt Betty urged her.

"But Aunt Betty, what about you?" Chrissie asked.

"You want to be brave like a boy, Chrissie, then don't worry about me. Go call for help," Aunt Betty replied.

A week later a picture of a teenage boy wearing a white shirt, tie, and sport coat appeared on the front page of the weekly newspaper in Aunt Betty's small community. A bold headline proclaimed "Boy saves Ranger after helicopter crash". A caption to the photo went on to explain that Christopher Latham saved his Aunt after the helicopter she was in crashed following a nuisance bear capture.

The paper sat folded on the table next to a certificate of bravery made out to Christopher Latham from the mayor. A small package also lay next to the papers, Chrissie's new jockstrap, a reward from her aunt, well earned.

Never one to be attracted to women who were all girly-girl, he dreamed of tomboys. Then one day he saw her, Adonis redefined in the form a masculine woman. His mind drifted as his fantasies took on a new direction that challenged his wildest dreams.

WARNING: X-Rated

An Androgynephilic Daydream

By Trapper Jock McIntyre

Note: Although I am a tomboy lesbian, this story is an attempt to write something from the point of view of a guy who is attracted to masculine women. It is dedicated to good male straight friend of mine

From the moment I saw her in the student union, she filled my fantasies She wasn't what the world called raving beauty, her body shape being quite square and almost masculine. That lean shape also yielded a strength that set my mind on a course of erotic abandon. Unlike most men, I was never one for big-boobed bimbos, preferring women with smaller breasts, but in her, my carnal desires were surpassed through their flouting of every degree of gender and that which was stereotypically defined a female.

As I watched her, I mentally stripped off the sweater and jeans she was wearing to display the well-sculpted, quite unfeminine body I imagined her to have. She is beefcake, but beefcake of a decided different variety.

In my dream, her chest was totally flat. A bra would be of no use to her. She turns and looks at me, exposing her hairless masculine chest with six-pack abs and full curved pecs. It was as she could sense that the sight of her gorgeous bare chest excited me. She pulls down her jeans and revels that she is wearing a jockstrap. The straps of her jock frame the flat hard cheeks of her ass. The pouch is filled, not with a cock bulge of course, although a cock would look quite at home on her boy-ish body, but rather with the pouting labia of her vagina.

The elastic fabric of the pouch is stretched flat and tight and draws my eyes to her crotch. I want to walk up to her and kneel in submission to her jockstrap-covered pussy. It becomes my desire and obsession to nibble and lick at her pussy through her jockstrap. My goal will be for the pouch to be soaked with her pussy juice. My reward will be to have her ejaculate and cover my face with her vaginal fluids.

Yet for all of her masculine attributes, she is a contradiction of form, retaining a feminine hairstyle that frames her beautiful facial features.

My mind switches to dreaming of an encounter with her in the locker room at the gym. I am spying on her from behind a set of lockers. She is wearing a t-shirt and pair of gym shorts. The t-shirt is skintight and proudly shows of her hard flat pectoral muscles, the bee-sting like nipples poking out like little BBs. I watch as she strips off her gym clothes. She is standing there wearing nothing but her jockstrap, a female hunk of 20 years old, fit, and both handsome and pretty at the same time. She adjusts the straps of her jock around her butt and then flexes, her well-built butch chest rippling as she does so,

She catches me staring and walks over to me. She bends down pulls me to my feet. Her rock hard pecs glisten with a film of sweat. Damn, she even smells musky like a sweaty guy. I lean down and lick one of her small masculine nipples. As I nibble and lick at her salty sweat she takes my hand and guides it down to her jockstrap, placing it on the pouch. She guides it to show me what she wants me to do, and says only two words, "Stroke it"

Using my middle finger, I rub along her parting labia. At the same time, the palm of my hand grinds the rough pouch of her jockstrap against her clit. She moans and begins to thrust her hips in a rhythm to match my strokes.

I take one of her manly nipples between my two front teeth and suck at it. I feel her rock hard flat upper trunk spasm against my cheek.

I drop to my knees and begin to orally service her pussy through her jockstrap. I start running my tongue along the pouch, licking at her thighs as I do. I then thrust my nose against her labia and fuck at her pussy with it as I breathe in her sent. The pouch of her jockstrap is moist with her juices and I kiss and lick and suck at it. I am dead set on my desire to make her cum and I feel her pussy lips twitch as a sign that I am succeeding. My tongue thrusts hard against her jockstrap's pouch, pushing the rough elastic fabric between her pussy lips.

She bends down pulls me up as she says, "I'm not ready to cum just yet"

She turns around, her back to me and pulling her close I kiss her strong neck. My rock hard cock nestles against her manly ass cheeks, so handsomely framed by the straps of her jock. I rub it up and down between the crack as I reach down with my left hand to touch her pussy right at that special spot where the straps of her jock attach to the pouch. Using my index finger I tease at the entrance to her vaginal slot. She is moist and warm.

With my other hand I reach around under her arm to feel up her manly upper body. I cup her masculine pec in my hand. Her chest is so handsomely flat and rock hard, and would be the envy of any man in the workout room. I caress her chest and flick at her masculine nipples, now hard as little pebbles. Her manly torso undulates beneath my fingers. I see our image in a mirror at the far end of the locker room and see her rippling muscular body glisten with sweat. She leans her head to side as I massage her macho pectoral muscles.

I feel a dull pain in my balls, but she is totally in control and pulls away. She lies down on a bench and takes my hand and guides me so that I can straddle her in a 69 position. She does not have any intention of servicing me orally, however, for that is my task in submission to her masculinity. Rather she positions me so that my cock rubs between the flat muscles of her mannish chest.

I lean down and pull the wide waistband of her jockstrap down to expose her bush. Her stud-like clit is hard and erect and protrudes obscenely through the tufts of her pussy hair. I take it in my mouth like the cock that it aspires to emulate. As I suck my cock rubs back and forth between her hot hunky pecs. My balls sac tightens as it bounces against her flat chest.

We begin rocking back and forth and with her clit between my lips I feel it begin to convulse. She suddenly thrusts upward and gushes of her juice saturate her jockstrap and soak my face. As I drink it in like nectar, my cock quivers and my balls unleash their load across her rippling six-pack abs. I collapse on top her, my face resting on a pillow of her jockstrap covered vaginal mound.

Snapping back to reality, I open my eyes to see that she has left the student union hall. I won't be able to go out and find her, at least not yet, as I feel the clammy wet spot from my orgasm that stains the crotch of my jeans. But I will find her. And I will make her into the manly hunk she should be. Submitting to her masculine power, I will remain always in her service.

Tucked away in a typical heartland, you'll find the not so typical community of Butchytown. Butchytown grew out of various experiments conducted by various secret agencies in the late 1960s during the Cold War. Given the hysteria of the time, it was felt that something needed to be done to toughen up society, a society that these agencies saw as going all soft with things like flower power and peace and love. As we all know however, peace, love, and understanding always win out, and so Butchytown didn't go exactly as expected. Today it lives up to its unofficial motto, Butchytown .. Where the boys are men, and so are the girls.

The morning sun streamed into a bedroom in one of the houses. Kathy Allen stirred in her sleep. She's a bright 16-year-old girl, active in her high school, both academically and well as in sports. The walls of her bedroom are decorated with posters of hunky guys in Speedo swimsuits. Stacks of magazines are on her desk -- copies of "Butch Girl". Articles highlighted in the issue on the top of one stack included:

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Kathy rolled over to lie on her back. The covers shifted and in doing so revealed her a-cup breasts, and that she was wearing a pair of boy's Jockey Y-Fronts. A small trail of short hair extended from the waistband of her boy's underwear up to her navel. Her short black hair was cut in a crewcut.

Kathy smiled and stretched. Her hand made its way down to her crotch and she gave it a scratch and with that a small bulge from her erect clit became apparent in her tight white Jockey Y-Fronts. She traced her fingers along the treasure trail of hair that extended from her navel down to her boy's underwear and the stuck her hand inside the waistband. A circular motion could be detected as she began jilling-off. Kathy pulled her boy's underwear down and began stroking her two inch clit. Holding it between her thumb and two fingers she moaned as she pulled at it.

As she was pleasuring herself her mind drifted off to a dreamland. In her imaginings, her boyfriend Ken walked into her room.

"Hey dude! Time to get up for school! Oh -- sorry, I didn't know you where busy."

Kathy laughed. "Yeah, something came up. It's really hard; do you think you could help me with it?"

"Gladly!" Ken replied as he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Kathy's legs. Kathy's clit jutted obscenely from between her pussy lips and Ken bent down, and took it between his lips and began sucking on it. Kathy moaned as Ken licked along the two inches of her erect clit. Ken felt a stirring in his own Jockey Y-Fronts as he pleasured her.

Noticing this Kathy said, "It's your turn now my sweet boyfriend. Care to 69?"

"That's my favourite number," Ken replied.

With that he turned around Kathy pulled his cock out of the fly of his underwear. Ken pulled her boy's underwear back up around her waist, and in imitation spread the fly open of his girlfriend's briefs open so that her clit poked through. As Kathy sucked on Ken's dick, he in turn began licking at the head of her erect clit.

Ken's balls began to tighten as Kathy's hips began to buck. In one huge eruption, white sticky fluid squirted from Kathy's pussy making a huge wet spot on the front of her Jockey boy's underwear. Ken felt the wetness against his face and felt a spasm move through his penis as his own sticky semen flooded Kathy's mouth.

As they basked in the afterglow of their masculine lovemaking, the voice of Kathy's mother came echoing up the stairs.

"C'mon Kathy, time to get ready for school!"

Kathy began to snap back to the real world as the dream image of her boyfriend began to fade.

"Oops .. better get rolling. See you at the school bus Ken!" Kathy said as her dream evaporated.

Kathy got up and stretched. She flexed her biceps and admired the ironlike toughness they exhibited. She yawned as she gave her crotch a good scratch. She reached into her underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of boy's Fruit of the Loom fly-front briefs and set them on the bed. She grabbed a t-shirt that proudly proclaimed Butchytown High School Rugby - Kathy - Forward from another drawer and tossed it on the bed before heading down the hall to the bathroom.

Kathy entered the bathroom, and picked up a can of shaving cream. She washed her face and then and gave the can a good shake before squirting some of the white cream into the palm of her hand. She smoothed it on her cheeks, under her nose and along her chin before picking up a razor to shave her face. She didn't really have all that much facial hair. Just a little peach fuzz that grew out every so often.

As she shaved her mind drifted back to her boyfriend Ken. Just like any other girl her thoughts were on attending the prom, she imagined how handsome she and Ken would look together, both dressed in their tuxedos. After she finished up shaving, Kathy splashed some aftershave on her face and went back to her bedroom to finish dressing. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she was happy that she was a girl, a butch girl.

As she headed back to her bedroom, Kathy thought about the fact that there were other types of girls in the world out there. Some even attended her school. They looked all funny she thought, in their dresses and with their frilly panties and bras. She'd never be caught dead in those.

As she pulled off her Jockey Y-Fronts that she had slept in onto the bed, she laughed, "Nope give this girl a good ol' pair of boy's underwear any day!"

Kathy picked up the fresh pair of boy's Fruit of the Loom briefs that she had set out earlier and pulled them on. She then pulled on her t-shirt. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she smiled.

After dressing Kathy grabbed her gym bag and filled it with a towel, a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, her trainers and a pair of athletic socks. Then finally she returned to her chest of drawers and pulled out a jockstrap.

Looking at her alarm clock, she made note that she had better hurry. It was almost time for the bus…and Ken.

Her Crewcut Humiliation and Masculinization byTrapper_Jock_Mcintyre ©

It had to stop. She was spending far too much money on her hair with frosting and tints. The bill for her nails was ridiculous. It was as if she picked the most expensive place in town. And lingerie! For what she spent, we could have bought an entire Victoria's Secret. It was always spend spend spend, yet, she never once lifted a pretty finger to even try to get a job of her own.

She came home from shopping one day and I greeted her with a frosty stare. She shrugged her shoulders and headed to our bedroom. I followed behind her as she entered the bedroom and found all the credit card bills placed on the bed along with a garbage bag filled with all of her panties and bras and makeup. She rushed over to her chest of drawers and pulled them open only to find nothing but men's tighty-whites and beaters. No bras -- no panties! Next to her new men's underwear -- She found a silicone cock, a packer to place in her new tighty-whities. Next, she flung open the closet door and found only men's shirts and jeans

Then she sees me standing at the door. She started yelling about her missing clothes, but I calmly assert THAT these are her clothes. She says that they are men's clothes, and I counter, well -- she isn't a man -- but she is a boy -- a cute twinky cock sucking twinky boy. I order her to get out of those sissy clothes she has on because she is going for a hair cut -- the most boyish hair cut I get for her. She starts for the door and I push her on the bed as I pull her clothes off and forcibly begin to pull a pair of men's underwear up her legs. I order her to stuff the fake cock down into her new boy's underwear. Then I hand her an ace bandage to wrap around her chest to flatten and bind her tits.

Pushing her to her knees, I drop my jeans and pull my cock out of the side of my jockstrap. As I run my hand through my crew cut I tell her that she get her a crew cut just like this. I order her to pull her cock out through the fly of her briefs and stroke it like a man as she sucks me off. As she sucks I tell her "You wish you had a cock just like mine, don't you, twink!"

I spurt cum all over her face, and then smear it with my hand, ruining her makeup completely. I then hand her the tightest pair of jeans in the closet to show off her bulge. Slapping her ass, I order her to get ready -- we have a haircut appointment at a barbershop in the gay part of town.

As we drove to the barbershop, I see her place her hand on the bulge in her jeans, as if she still doesn't believe that she has a cock between her legs. We pulled up at a barbershop. She stepped out onto the sidewalk and sees her reflection in the windows of the shop. The bulge in her jeans must have seemed conspicuously huge, because she moved her hand to cover it, as if in shame for walking around with a hard on. Several crew cut, leather clad men stood around near the entrance, and their eyes seem to burn right through her.

I lean over and whisper to her "I bet a fag boy like you would love to have one of those leather pigs stuff his cock in your ass." She feels her anal sphincter spasm, but doesn't answer.

"Answer me, boy," I demand,

She whimper out a 'Yes"

"Yes what" I bark --- "From now on, her will refer to me as SIR"

"Yes, Sir" she answers.

"That doesn't sound convincing" I remark. "Maybe I should tell them that you need a good ass fucking after your hair cut"

I push you toward them. "Tell them, boy!"

"I should get a good ass fuck after my haircut"

The two leather men laugh -- "We'll wait here!"

I push her into the barbershop.

"Joe -- my son's been acting like a sissy girl. I need you to get rid of this mop and give him a proper fag haircut"

Joe smiles a wicked smile and pushes her into the chair. "C'mon boy"

Joe pulls the blinds shut and flips his sign to 'CLOSED"

He snaps the cloth cape and it cracks like lightening bolt, as she feels sweat roll down her neck. She feels a wetness develop between her legs. As Joe fastens it, he reaches to pull the cape around front. He grabs her cock and gives it a squeeze.

"He's not very big. Are her sure he's not a girl?" he says before laughing a fiendish laugh.

Joe clicks on the Wahl electric trimmers and the whirr sound feels the air. Then when she didn't expect it, she feel the cold steel against the back of her neck and hears the buzz as that pixie cut fades into a crew cut with each upward swipe. One, two, three swipes. With each one she feels a tension mounting inside her. Her clit asserts itself against her fake cock and her pussy lips swell as the she seeks some sort of sexual release.

"Yeah -- like that" I say. "Nothing on the back and sides and no more than a 1/3 inch on top."

Zip zip the hair goes falling her shudder with each buzz.

Joe reaches for the mirror and I stop him -- "Wait! Little fag's been shaving her legs and underarms too I think she needs to know how a real man shaves"

Joe snorts a laugh and touches her cheeks. "Yeah, lets lather her up"

He places a wet towel on her face and then uses a brush and mug to whip up some shave cream. Taking the towel away, he spreads it on her cheeks and neck with the brush. As she sits there, she hears the slap slap sound as Joe sharpens the straight razor on the belt. The she feels the razor on her cheek.

She can't take it any more, and covertly unzips the fly of her jeans. Her hand enters the zippered opening and she feels for her fake cock. She swears it feels erect like a real cock. She swears that she can feel the sensation of her balls tightening with every stroke of the blade on her face.

Just as Joe goes to shave the back of her neck he nods to me to look and notice what he thinks she is doing. He makes the last stroke and then grabs the cape and flings it off with one hand, leaving her sitting there with her cock in her hand.

We both howl with laughter -- "fag boy got turned on my his hair cut. Didn't he?" I ask as I run my fingers through her new crew cut hairstyle.

"Yes, sir," she answers

I nod to Joe and point to the backroom. "What do you think, Joe, should we make her pay for her new haircut?"

Joe nods in agreement.

"Well, boy? Get ready to pay for you crew cut"

"Yes Sir" she answers

I grab her by the arm, but Joe stops me. He grabs her shirt and undoes it. He then pushes her down in the barber chair, and yanks off her running shoes before I undo her belt and pull down her pants.

"Stand up " I order "Show us what you got."

She stands up and sees herself in mirror -- totally changed from feminine to masculine. She sees herself in tube socks, tighty whitey briefs with a cock bulge, the tip of which is poking out of the fly, and a white beater undershirt covering her flat chest, flattened by the ace bandage compressing her tits.

Joe pushes her to the back room. A dirty cum stained mattress is in the middle of the room. I push down her on it and then Joe and I slip down to our jockstraps.

We kneel down next her and pull our dicks out of the side of the pouch of our jockstraps. They hover just inches above her face.

"Do you want a jockstrap like Joe and me?" I ask.

"Yes, sir" she replies in fear

"Then beg for it as you stroke your cock" Joe demands.

"Yes, Sir! I want to wear a jockstrap just like you" she replies.

"Why do you want to wear a jockstrap?" I ask.

"Because I'm a cock sucking fag boy. Sir" she replies.

Both Joe and I stick our hard cocks in her mouth. I hold up her crew cut head with my hand, and caress its bristles.

"Jack that cock, fag boy, as you suck us off" Joe demands.

I pull out of her mouth and Joe straddles her face as he stuffs his dick deep past her lips. I move down between her legs and grab her hand. I place it on my cock and start her jacking me off as I begin stroking her fake dick.

"You like that, boy?" I ask.

I can just barely make out saying "Yes, sir" as Joe fucks her face.

Just as Joe's cum splashes against the back of her throat, I cum and it goes flying all over her fake cock. Joe rolls to one side and laughs.

"It looks like fag boy came" he jokes

"Yeah. -- Here fag boy, taste your cum" I bark as I scoop some of the cum off the fake cock with her fingers and thrust them into her mouth.

As I get up I toss I towel at her-- "clean this mess up" I yell, "The leather pigs are waiting for ass"

As she finishes wiping the cum off her chest and stomach, there's a knock to the door of the backroom at Joe's. It was the leather men.

"He's all yours, guys," I said as I motioned toward her.

They both grunted as they eyed her up.

One of the leather men walk up to her and run his hand over the bristles of her crew cut

"It'll do," he said emotionlessly.

The other one tosses a jockstrap at her. It lands on the floor at her feet. "Put it on" he barks.

The first leather man grabs at her tighty-whities and pulls them down. Her fake cock drops to the floor and bounces like a rubber ball.

"Fuck -- is he small! No wonder he needed that" the leather man laughs.

As they both strip down to their jockstraps, she pulls her jockstrap up her legs. The leather men help her adjust and she sees her reflection in the mirror as she stands next to them, flat across her crotch -- a bulge in theirs:

One of leather men pushes her down on a trunk on the floor in the backroom. She ends up on all fours like a dog.

The other leather man comes around to the front of her. He pulls his cock out the side of the pouch and stuffs it into her mouth.

"Suck that cock you crew cut fag boy!" he orders as he rubs her head.

Just as she begins to suck she feels the tongue of the other leather man running along her inner leg. His smooth shaved head slips along her inner thigh and then he rubs it hard against her pussy through the pouch of her jockstrap. She feels her clit begin to swell. It's never felt like that before -- she could swear it was a cock. Then in one quick move he stuffs his dick in her ass.

She can't take it anymore and she put her hand in side her jockstrap. Her clit feels enormous. She can actually take it between her thumb and forefinger and stroke it!

"Stroke that cock. Fag boy", the leather men order.

An aroma of her aftershave mixed with sweat and cum fills the air as they pound her at both ends. Beads of sweat trickle along the short coarse hair of her crew cut.

She feels the leather men start to cum, pumping their jism into her. Just then it happens -- ejaculate spurts out of her pussy and drenches the pouch of her jockstrap.

As she collapses, she knows inside what she wants -- she wants a big cock-like clit -- she wants her head shaved like the leather man who reamed her ass. -- she wants a flat muscular male chest. Can this be her future?

Play Macho for Me

By Trapper Jock Mcintyre

Jill and her boyfriend Mark had lived in a tiny apartment in the middle of the nowhere part of the USA. The town consisted of miles and miles of cornfields surrounded by miles and miles of cornfields. When the chance came up for Jill to take a new position in Silicon Valley, they jumped at it.

"We're finally going to hit the big time, Mark," Jill laughed as they enjoyed a celebratory dinner together.

"Yep. All thanks to you. You're the best," Mark replied as he raised his glass of champagne in a toast.

They clinked their glasses together as Jill said, "To us!"

Mark winked his eye, and said, "How about we really celebrate the day?"

Jill knew what he meant and smiled back. "Grrrrowl! You bet!"

However, as much as Jill enjoyed making love with Mark, there was something, just something, about him she couldn't quite put her finger on. She just couldn't figure out exactly what turned him on. She tried sexy lingerie, but it didn't seem to faze him, although it did appear that Mark had a thing for underwear. He was always buying sexy underwear, but strangely, Jill thought, only for himself.

One thing she did glean was that Mark has a thing for underwear and was always buying sexy underwear, but strangely only for himself.

Talking dirty got a bit of arise out of him, but light bondage did nothing. What was it that turned his motor on, she wondered?

As they lay in bed one night after making love, Jill asked, "Tell me, Mark, tell me what turns you on?"

"You do, my love, " Mark replied.

"Oh, I know that," Jill said, "but what is your deepest fantasy. What could I do that you make your toes curl in ecstasy?"

Mark looked away and then his skin grew clammy. "Let me think about it, and maybe I'll tell you some day," he replied.

Jill felt a bit of frustration at his answer, and sighed. Mark was an enigma, but one that screamed to be solved, she reasoned.

The couple spent the next few days sorting and packing. Jill's new employer arranged a townhouse for them to move into. After a week their tiny apartment was filled to the ceiling with boxes.

It was decided that Mark would stay behind to finish up at his job and make arrangements to work remotely while Jill would follow the moving van cross country. Mark would then fly out in a week.

A day after Jill arrived at their new home, the moving van pulled up and unloaded its contents. Jill was overjoyed at how much room the townhouse had and set about to unpacking boxing. Act like the bit of the typical housewife, she set about fixing up the kitchen first, pots and pans here, dishes there, silver wear there.

Moving on to the bedroom, Jill began unpacking all their clothes and the towels and sheets and pillows. It was going to be lonely in their big bed at night without Mark she thought, and she smiled as she put away his socks and undies. The bubble that was her happiness burst, however, as she opened one of the smaller boxes. It, too, was filled with neatly folded sexy style undies and jockstraps, but she noticed that they weren't in Mark's size, but smaller. The box also contained a smaller box and a large brown envelope. Was he fooling around on her, she thought?

She stacked the underwear on the bed and turned her attention to the smaller box and the large brown envelope. Both were addressed to her husband. Jill opened the box and felt a like she had been gobsmacked when she saw its contents, a full-size penis and testicles made a soft squishy almost rubbery compound. It looked to be about six inches long and about an inch and half in diameter.

"Holy shit!" she yelled as she threw the penis at the wall and it bounced back across the floor land at her feet. "My husband is gay!"

Her fears that Mark was gay were allayed when she emptied the contents of the envelope, a magazine and a DVD, onto the bed. Jill picked up the DVD. It was an R rated movie called The Cold Blue Rain. Jill sat on the bed as she read the synopsis on the back of the package. "They are an elite force of women, and in the same way the rain cleans the trash and mud off the street, the women of the Cold Blue Rain wash away the most vile of all criminals." The cover of the DVD package featured a person, was it a woman, Jill thought, dressed in a police uniform shirt. Yes, the person, who had long blonde hair, thin arched eyebrows, and was wearing mascara and lipstick was a woman, but had a flat chest like a man with a treasure trail of hair that rose over her mid-section from a pair of men's underwear, underwear that were filled with a healthy masculine bulge.

Jill turned to the magazine. It was called "Playmacho" – Entertainment for men who love manly women and was one she had never ever heard of or imagined ever existed. The cover featured a blonde woman whose chest was flat and featured a fuzzy sprinkling of hair not only on it but also on the girl's stomach. But what really stood out was the massive male genitalia that the girl seemed to have between her legs, genitalia that were proudly on display through a pair of underwear with the word "COCKSOX" on the waist band. The magazine proudly promised "the hottest girls, the flattest most masculine chests, and the biggest bulges" Other articles featured a "Dream Team" of supermodels with "perfect bulges", the story of Judy who went from "from round Double D to flat Double D-lightful!", and one that instructed a guy in "The secret way to play with a girl's flat chest and manly nipples that will drive her wild!" There were articles on something called packers and a gift guide for underwear that claimed to be "Provocative bulge enhancers for her!" "Well, that settles it, " Jill laughed, "Mark isn't gay, but definitely, er, ah, kinky!" As Jill thumbed through the magazine, she found herself getting aroused. To think that this was what turned Mark on, girls who had flat manly chests. They still retained all their feminine facial features, but their bodies were quite masculine in all other respects.

One thing about that puzzled Jill, though. It was the basket that the girls had between their legs that gave them a manly bulge in the men's underwear they were wearing. Her curiosity was satisfied however when she saw the article entitled "Top Ten Packers – Playmacho product reviews". Jill reached down and picked up the prosthetic penis that she had discovered in the box. "So, this is called a packer," she thought. She began reading the article: "These silicone and cyberskin phalluses will give her that manly bulge she desires and will have you on your knees in front of her! Now that she has a flat manly chest, you might ask "What could be better?" The answer is easy. Nothing completes the package, like giving her a package. Seeing her with a mouthwatering masculine bulge between her legs when wearing a sexy pair of men's undies or a jockstrap is now possible thanks to a variety of packers available. Whether she is cut or uncut, whatever the length, she can be well hung. Everything, even the size of her balls is in your hands. We look at the top models including ejaculating ..."

"A-ha! This is how the girls got their bulges!" she laughed. "But why does Mark have one, when he had the real thing." That question was answered when she flipped to the next page, where she saw that Mark had circled the Vixen Mister Right Packer and wrote the word "ordered" with a date two weeks ago and Jill's name.

She felt her breathing grow shallow as she took this all in. The magazine reminded her of issues of Playboy and Penthouse, but unlike them, all the girls in it had flat chests, some hairy, some smooth. They all proudly displayed the bulges between their legs, in fact there was even a centerfold. There were ads for men's underwear with masculine women modeling them ...
	... and even ads for phone sex with the manly girl of your dreams.
The centerfold showed a girl with a very masculine body laying poolside in nothing but a pair of men's under, underwear that framed her penis.

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As she continued flipping through pages, amazed at every aspect of this facet of her husband's sexual fantasies, she stopped at an ad for the Rock Eden Boo-B-Gone system of chest masculinization for girls. "Only Rock Eden guarantees that you will be flatter and have more manly nipples in just one week!" There were testimonies from women who had gone from having as big as DD breasts down to flat muscular pecs in just 1 week. It was then that an idea hit her. The company was right here in California! If she called and ordered right now, she could surprise him as the girl of his dreams when he arrived in two weeks. After all, she reasoned, she was just a B cup so she should be able to get fit and flat like a man in no time at all. Jill grabbed her cell phone and dialed to place her order. "Yes, I will pay extra for overnight delivery," she instructed.

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Jill tossed the magazine aside and then noticed – it even had a Christmas greeting on the back!

The very next day FedEx arrived with Jill's shipment of Boo-B-Gone. She set up her cell phone to take a picture so that she could document her transformation and every day she documented the changes in a notebook.

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Day 1:

I measured my breast size and I am 38 inches under my breast and 40 inches at the middle. When I rubbed the special Boo-B-Gone cream on them I noticed a tingling and a tightening in them. It was not unpleasant but was more pronounced when I put on my bra, so I think that now is as good a time as any to dispense with wearing one. I think I'll just go with t-shirt and sweatpants today

Day 2: Today's measurements are 38 inches under my breast and 39.5 inches at the nipple. I still continue to feel this tightening in them. It sure is making me as horny as hell. I have decided to see if I could speed up the process, so I rubbed a double dose of Boo-B-Gone on my breasts. I think that now is as good a time as any to start wearing men's underwear.

Day 3: I dropped another half inch today. I noticed that my nipples are noticeably smaller, very much like a man's nipples. They are as sensitive as hell, too! I can't wait for Mark to tweak them. I really miss him, so I'm glad I'll be talking with him on the phone tonight. Just thinking about what he'll do to me when he sees what I hope will be a hot manly body gets me so freakin' horny. I decided to keep doing a double dose of Boo-B-Gone and start wearing a man's undershirt to maybe compress things a bit and help them along.

Day 4:

I can't believe it; my boobs are almost completely gone now. Under what was my B cup breasts it's still 38 inches, but at the nipple area, its 38 and a quarter! Wow do I look hot – sizzling! I'm still a girl, to be sure, but I can't believe how great I look like a hot hunk stud! No wonder Mark is turned on by this. Last night when Mark and I talked on the phone, we kind of had phone sex. I took that packer penis and stuffed it down into the men's briefs I was wearing while I was talking to him, imagining that I was the girl in the phone sex ad in the magazine. I don't know if Mark noticed, but I almost gave it all away when I said I couldn't wait for him to play with my chest and suck on my nipples, instead of saying the word breasts! And then when we were about to cum, I started stroking my packer, and started saying "yes, yes let's stroke together, I want to cum with you baby!". I almost thought that I blew it then. Speaking of blowing things, the thought of Mark blowing me, even though my penis is silicone, has me just going crazy! I can't wait to see him licking it through the pouch of my underwear before he pulls it out of side and takes it in his mouth. When I see him, I am going to seduce him and dance in front him and tease him as if I were a male stripper! He is going to experience the most mind-blowing sex he has ever had, and come to think of it, so am I!

Day 5: OMG! My boobs are gone! I measured this morning and my chest is flat and measures 38 inches – 38 inches of rock-solid muscle. My nipples look like little bee-stings. I spent the day getting the townhouse ready for Mark's arrival in 3 days, and it was great being able to walk around without wearing a shirt. In fact, I spent most of the day in just a well packed really sexy pair of men's boxer briefs. It got me wondering if I should have taken advantage of Rock Eden's chest hair add-on. I'll have to see what Mark thinks. It would kind of sensuous to be tickling Mark's cheeks with my chest hair when he sucks on my man-nipples.

Day 6:

I went down to the fitness room in our townhouse complex for a workout. There was a full-size mirror on the side of one of the banks of lockers. I double checked and pulled down my sweats to get a full few at how I looked. Damn! My bum looks great when its framed with a jockstrap. I don't know what was in Boo-B-Gone, but I swear that something in it has made my butt look more like a man's butt! I wonder if Mark will enter me in Playmacho Best Boy Bum competition. It would be so cool to win!

I remember the contest said "Send your choice to PRETTYMACHO magazine. The winner will be announced in March and will receive a prize package of hot jockstraps and will be entered in our BEST BOY BUM of the YEAR contest. Don't forget to enter your wife or girlfriend in our monthly BEST BOY BUM competition. Send her picture today!"

I just know I can win! If that wasn't cool enough, seeing how good I looked with the bulge my packer made in in the front of my jockstrap was totally awesome. Mark is going to love it.

Day 7: Mark will be here in just a day. I took another selfie today to show just how much I changed in just one week on Boo-B-Gone. my chest was flat and firm, her butt was hard and masculine, and I just looked perfect with my packer in my underwear. I called Mark and told him that I would be waiting for him when he got to the townhouse, the door would be unlocked, and he could just come right in.

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When Mark arrived at the townhouse, he was filled with excitement about seeing Jill after a week apart. There was something about that call the had the other day when they had phone sex that intrigued him. What was she up to, he thought? He entered the townhouse and called out to Jill. She walked out the bedroom, wearing a shirt that was unbuttoned and showed him a good view of her flat chest, a pair of tight jeans revealed evidence of the manly bulge between her legs. Jill walked up to him slowly and kissed him. "Do you like it?" she asked, "No don't tell me, I can answer that, she said as she felt the massive boner he was sporting. "Holy shit! Jill is this really you!" Mark replied.

"Yep, I found your stash of porn," Jill answered as she moved Mark's hand to her own boner. "I found the underwear, the magazine, the DVD, and, hahaha, as you can tell, the packer."

Mark felt his blood pressure rising as Jill then pulled him close and ground her prosthetic penis into his crotch. "C'mon, just sit and enjoy the show," she said as she led him to a chair.

Jill pulled Mark's jersey over his head and then undid his belt and his jeans, pulling them down as she pushed him onto the chair. She then pulled off her shirt and displayed her flat masculine chest. She placed one of Mark's on it and he pulled back as it were electric.

"No more boobies?" Mark said.

"No more boobies, just flat and buff the way I know you like it," she said as she moved forward offering one of her man-nipples to Mark. He stuck out his tongue and licked it and she felt a shiver go through her as she jumped back.

It was then she paid attention to massive tent that Mark's cock was making in his underwear. She gave it a squeeze.

"Oh babay, you are so hard and that get me hard in return. Now it's your turn to gaze upon the awesomeness of what in my underwear. Just undo my belt and you'll see," Jill giggled.

Mark did as he was told and gasped at the sight of Jill's men's briefs and the way her prosthetic penis filled them. Without even asking he reached over and rain a finger along its length and then gently caressed the ball sac as if it were real. Mark traced a finger around one of Jill's tiny man-nipples and then licked at it with his tongue making small circles around it. Then he licked down across her flat chest and her tummy as he drops to his knees. Mark then did something that even shocked Jill as he leaned forward and kissed the tip of the prosthetic phallus. "No not yet, you naughty boy!" Jill exclaimed.

Mark frowned but that quickly turned to moans of ecstasy as Jill sat on his lap and began grinding her penis into his crotch in a lapdance that had only dreamed of experiencing. When she noticed that a spot of precum had begun to make a wet spot on the front of her husband's underwear, she took a little of it on her finger and rubbed on her briefs right at the tip of her dildo so that it looked like she was dribbling pre-cum, too.

Jill leaned forward and kissed him as she rubbed her flat chest against his. "C'mon, to the bedroom."

Taking him by the hand, Jill lead her husband to the bedroom and made him lay next to her in a 69 configuration.

"Just lick it and worship it through my briefs," Jill said as she began nipping and licking at Mark's hard penis.

Jill could feel the throbbing of Mark's cock as she orally serviced it. She felt his balls getting tight as she was about to cum, but she knew didn't want that to happen just yet.

"Damn, Mark, you get this girl's cock so hard and her balls are so tight! I'm about to explode! I want you to jerk me off!" Jill exclaimed.

Jill quickly flipped him arounds and sat next to him on the bed and began jerking him off. She placed Mark's hand on her hard on. "Stroke it through my briefs," she ordered.

Jill swore that she felt every stroke that Mark's hand made on her packer. She noticed that Mark was just about on the edge and she yelled, "I'm going to cum", just as he ejaculated.

Mark quaked as the cum went flying, luckily spattering right on Jill's underwear bulge. This site, implying that she too had cum like a man, sent her through the roof and she began climaxing in waves.

As the couple lay there in the afterglow, Jill smiled at Mark, " So, did you like it?"

"Like it? How did you figure out the enigma? I loved it!" Mark asked.

"Like I told you, I found your stash of porn with the Playmacho magazine in it. I guess I found it to be super-hot, and so I decided, hell yes! Why didn't you tell me before?" Jill replied.

"I wanted to, but was afraid you wouldn't, you know..." Mark pointed out.

"Well I'm not like others, although I must admit that I never knew that there are other girls into this!" Jill observed.

"Oh, I know, but the trouble is trying to catch one," Mark smiled.

"Well you caught one, and she is yours for life. Hey, I want to watch that DVD you got, The Cold Blue Rain, and then maybe after ......" she said as she placed his hand on her packer.

Mark smiled in agreement.

"Oh and there was a great ad in the magazine that featured some underwear I'd just love for you to get for me for valentines day ... so that I can be your perfect lover boy," Jill said as she gave him a wink.

"Warm up the credit card, baby! Warm up the credit card!" Mark replied as he ran a finger along the outline of her silicone penis and smiled in delight.