“What a good boy.” Chapter 1?

Chapter 1?

“When I was born…they looked at me and said.”
“What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.”

………………..

And there’s more to the song and it really and it’s a really great tune actually and I’m a fan of The Bare-naked Ladies ever since I heard them when I was ten at a neighborhood dance at the boys and girl club.

Uhm… The Boys and Girls Clubs of Canada are kind of like little YMCA’s that are mixed with the boy scouts or the girl guides. I guess I’m only mentioning them because well the deserve mentioning but also I dunno if anyone reading this in the States or like Europe has them.

I guess I can’t stall this part much longer really, my therapist will want to read this next appointment so.

……………………… My name’s Tracy and that can be a guy’s name, heck it was my grand fathers name. I mean well you’ll get what I mean.

Okay I was listening to my tunes on my phone while I was biking home after playing hoops. And I saw this really, really pretty girl. And yeah like of course I stared. And then it happened, no heroics, nothing dramatic like that.

I wasn’t paying full attention around me and then…then the SUV driver drove literally over me and my bike and dragged…I can remember the hit, and being dragged was kind of like I was under the SUV like in hide and seek.

I guess what I mean is I remember being under it but not being dragged.

I remember people screaming and feeling really warm then the cool helicopter ambulance ride. Okay I know nothing about this should be cool but it was actually pretty cool.

I guess shock’s a wonderful thing.

Well to get through the parts I was unconscious for…I was mangled up pretty good, the bike and I and the SUV became one with the speed bump that was there and the end result was a lot of broke and perforated and torn up Tracy.

Including my guy stuff.

I can remember waking up and being groggy and all these tubes and stuff going on and there was a nurse there.

I moaned.

“Oh, you’re awake how do you feel Tracy.”

I tried to talk but way too dry. I’ve heard of being to dry to talk in like books and stuff but
This was my first experience with that. “Oh you must be parched I be right back.”

She left but was just go a second or two to but I could hear Mom and Dad outside and she came in with a doctor who looked at my machines while she got me to sip and some ice water with a straw from a cup.

He looked at me then. “Hello Tracy, I’m Dr. Walker how are you feeling?”

My voice in hoarse but I get out. “Like I’ve been run over.”

“Well that is what happened. How’s your breathing?”

“I’m breathing still so…pretty good?”

“No pain?”

“A little like I’ve had a bad cold.”

“You had a quite well damaged left lung there for awhile and it was touch and go there for awhile.”

“How long was I out?”

“Fifty seven hours.”

“Oh wow.”

“I’d like to discuss with you the other damages you’ve suffered and the choices we have but with your parents here if you feel up to that?”

“Already? So soon?”

“There’s things we have to do as soon as possible to get you healing as best we can.”

“You mean back to normal.”

“As best we can. I’ll go and see to your folks.”

That was so my first clue into things being wrong.

There was talking and stuff and my parents came in and my dad was the first thing that I noticed. He was tired looking and he was pale and his eyes had some redness there. My mother was crying but at the same time she had this look like she’d find a way through this as she clutched her laptop to her chest. Mom’s a sorta computer nerd/genius she troubleshoots for the government when she isn’t working for the CDOJ. (Canadian Dept. of Justice.)

Mom thinks there is a solution for everything. Usually hers, but Y’know that’s gotta be a girl thing.

They sit in the chairs near my bed and I look at them both. Then at mom who’ll just come out with things first in that rip off the band-aid ideology.

“Mom…just how bad is it?”

“It’s bad honey but we can fix it, make sure you have the best life you can have.”

“Best life?….what happened?”

The doctor’s looking at the chart to avoid looking me in the eyes and says. “The bike parts cut and tore up a major portion of your erectile tissue and testicles…one was removed and the rest…”

Mom looks at me. “I’m sorry Tracy, there’s too much damage…”

“Meaning what, I’m neutered.”

Mom looks at me then to the doctor. He’s says. “There is enough there that a really good surgeon in the SRS specialties could perform a vaginoplasty.”

“A…what?”

Mom looks at me. “You’d be a girl honey.”

“No.”

“Tracy, it’s the best option you are young enough that we can get you on the hormones and into the right treatment and…”

I hold up my hands and cut her off. I look at the doctor. “I’ll never have another option?”

“There are always options but for a functional chance at a sex life…this could be your best bet.”

“I still have one testicle right?”

“Yes.”

“And if I got the surgery?”

“Honestly I don’t know your full options there, I can put you in contact with the right people to talk to.”

“Could you?”

Mom’s like… “Tracy, this is the only way that you will have a decent chance at a normal life…I’ve researched the whole thing right here.” She’s holding the laptop and opening it to show me.

“I know mom, but just…no…don’t show me. I want to look at this all myself. If this is what’s going to happen and be the rest of my life I want it to be my decision.”

“But….But…”

“Leslie, Tracy’s fifteen he knows enough now to make this decision himself.” That’s my dad and he’s looking at me but holding her and |I swear I heard him use the male pronouns a little heavier like they might be the last time.

I smile at him and I look at the doctor. “I’d really appreciate those contacts as soon as you can.” I look at Mom. “I’m going to look at this, I just need to be by myself to do this.”

She sniffles. “I…I…know I just wanted to do what’s best for you Y’know.”

“I know and I love you for that.”

……………………………….....They both leave and the nurse gets me plugged in and onto the wireless and I have to get the Dr. to call IT services to give me access past the filter on the “Adult” stuff. Anything remotely close to getting rated with an A is flagged by these things.

I surf the sites she’s looked at and I do my own research. I’ve seen trannies and she-males online, that stuff’s everywhere but I’m looking at the closest thing to me. FTM’s see I really don’t feel it’s a choice. I don’t have that little woman hiding there in my soul like the MTF’s have. I don’t feel like I’m in the wrong body, it’s just this is my right body and it just got…damaged.

Being or identifying with FTM’s might be exactly what I need. The more I read on that and of SRS surgeries and stuff the more I’m convinced. So six hours of thinking, surfing, reading and four Jell-O cups and a nap later I’m sure what I’m going to do.

I use the call button and Nancy who’s bee my nurse all day comes in. “You okay honey, more Jell-O?”

“Two please the orange is really good. But tell the doctor and my parents that I made my choice.”

“Sure honey.”

I get my Jell-O before either show up. But the do show up. I cough.

“I suppose you all wonder why I called you all here.” I know it’s a old joke and a bad one but I couldn’t help myself.

Dad at least rolls his eyes.

“I’m getting the surgery, I want the full one the one where they do the colon tissue thing and stuff. I want it to be as real as it gets.”

Mom’s smiling and nodding.

I add in. “But, I’m not going on female hormones, I don’t want to be a girl, I’m getting the corrective surgery because I’m injured. I’ll be living as if I was a female to male transgendered person.”

Mom looks confused, not mad but confused. Mom thinks her solutions are best. No dick means girl. “But, Tracy it’d be your best chance at a normal life?”

“No mom, it’d be the appearance of normal, either choice I’m not normal. Heck before this I’m not normal, there’s no such thing as normal just conventional. This way at least I feel as I’ll always be myself and this is my choice.”

“But…”

“Mom…I know…and trust me afterwards we’ll still have that in common more than we had.”

“Tracy…”

“That’s my choice Mom….”

“Okay…Dad…?”

“Yes son? I can still call you son right?”

“Sure, I’d be pissed if that changed. Look there’s transgendered parents that still get Mommy or Daddy by their kids I just still want to be me.”

“Okay son, we’ll get through this, we will.”

………………………………...........................and that’s it so far. I’m going under the knife tomorrow and I need my sleep so wish me luck okay?

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What a good boy…Chapter 2.

Chapter 2

“when you were born…”
“they looked at you and said.”
“what a good girl..”
“what a smart girl.”
“what a pretty girl…”

The song still has meaning for me passed the accident actually more that ever really because when you just listen to the lyrics and with what I’m going through it’s just something that fits me.

Others too.

I’m still in the hospital and they’re going through all the stuff that they have to do to dot the eyes and cross the T’s to get me on my way to being released and I feel…I hurt, I hurt and it’s odd and kind of gross feeling at the same time. I’m packed and stuff and it’s just…

I joke online with my new friends about if I have a vagina now then I should save the packing somehow for all that haters who say I’ll never be like a girl…well duh…but you know… the ones that’ll bitch because I’ll never have a period.

Ha! Please….here check out this tampon honey.

Snerk, giggle, LOL!.........really good painkillers.

And yeah new friends because a lot of my old friends aren’t anymore.

The mass unfriending of my Facebook and other accounts was something like rats fleeing a sinking ship.

“Get way, their non conformist, he’ll infect you with…not being a sheep1”

At least my online friends in the mostly trans sites are actually kind of good about it.

I think we might be looking at moving. Mom wants to see about me going to a school that will have me where I won’t be harassed.

I’m not going if I can help it. It might suck but I plan on going back to my old school and everything and face me being there because I’m not going someplace else and becoming that urban legend of my own school.

They’re going to have to deal.

Only I’m not so sure that my mom and dad are as ready to deal with this as I am. I know I’m going to be walking into a shit storm of bigots, idiots and just scared assholes but that’s be exactly the same case if I was gay or any number of things.

It’s school in 2012.

It’s not just a jungle out there, half of us them are so…twisted we’ll never have to worry about a baby boom. I know kids so mean even smiling that when they have kids. They’ll just eat their own young.

Ah well it’s not like I had a lot of friends really anyhow, just a lot more enemies most likely.

SRS bottom surgery for MTF from my experience in something you should only consider if you’re absolutely sure this is something that you want. It’s not a fun thing to recover from.

Oh and my lonely boy. They tried something a little different and tucked him under the lining that they put in my neo-vagina…their term not mine and it’ll be Nebikinever before there’s ever a guy touching this pussy other than me. Sorry guys it’s not the gate to the matrix.

And Mom’s was in stiff talking a bit about me doing HRT and stuff like clothes and stuff. I might not like it but she’s trying to get it. She’s showing me some really butch stuff but it’s still girls clothes and mostly for the waist down but she’s really having a bit of a time getting that just because it’s not between the legs doesn’t mean it’s not between the ears.

The thing is though I’m thinking about not taking the male hormone supplements either. To be honest the idea of getting to be this great big hulking guy all hairy and stuff while I don’t have the equipment to go with it just has me having the shivers at the thought because any girl that might want to go out with me like that will be expecting the whole package and not a delivery slot.

I do sort of see an image for myself since I’ve been online and talking to some people and seeing some FTM pictures and some girl cross dressers. There’s a look that I’m going for or that I’ll try to be going for.

The few friends I have left here in town have e-mailed me and we’ve chatted some but like Robbie Lake said/posted. “Dude you got your stuff ganked and that’s kind of effed up to deal with yo.”

And it’s a lot of that really.

But I’m not going to let this beat me. I’m swearing that to myself as I’m powering down my computer as the painkillers are hitting me again.

What a good boy...Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Sigh…

Fucking assholes.

Or really kind of rather bitches and assholes because I’m not really all that sure that the guys that are doing this have the balls to go and buy all of these feminine hygiene products landing all over the floor from me opening my locker.

It’s been two weeks since I’ve been back to school. I pretty much got to spend my summer in recovery but that didn’t suck so much and Dad took us to Vancouver and my first trip to the sea. I kinda got a better grip on myself and my situation out there though Mom…Oh god…Do girls go through the massive embarrassment with the tampon thing that I had with Mom and her interest in my dilation. Sigh.. and wanting to talk about it the whole hygiene issues then getting me to try on bikini bottoms when they were freaking me out.

But I came back got settled in and back to my old school the first two days was whispers and not knowing what to do with then the hazing and teasing me and apparently it’s still funny.

I start picking them up and I take out a big zip lock baggy and put them inside. There’s catcalls from some oh the moron section of the general populace and slurs. But honestly getting called fag and hearing that’s it bitch bend over doesn’t bother me that much any more.

One I was expecting it and in the three months that I was out of classes and stuff I was getting it all anyway out on the street when I would go to the places that I used to go or just when ever they could get away with stuff.

But it doesn’t bother me that much on the scale of weird stuff that’s happened since it’s pretty low.

They had to go in and take my last testicle; the doctors were worried about complications.

That was it for that.

Two of my friends that never deserted me Corey and Sonny and me had a funeral for my stuff. I know what could be was reworked but it was the thought behind it.

We buried the removed bit they had given me. Yeah I hand to ask for it…well we buried it out in the woods.

Farewell Hung-Solo, you will be missed.

And as strange as it was being like this the guys didn’t get too weird with me except for like the first week or so after I was healed. I lost track of the “Can we see it’s.”

The first hundred answers were. “Hell no!”

Then it was a Charlie-horse punch every time they asked after that.

Dilation…is just plain strange and freaky and yet something that I’ve had to get used to.

Oh…I had a thought about that. If I have to regularly do that to stay healthy then isn’t this my version of needing to use tampons and the whole period thing?

I might be totally wrong here but I’m drawing a parallel.

I’ve been thinking a lot about that since I came back to school. I have to use the girl’s facilities.

Well not have to but absolutely no way the school or the school board was going to let me use the boy’s rooms. And I refuse to be completely singled out by using the staff washrooms and I’m not disabled so I’m not using those either.

Mom sort of see’s that as a good sign…sigh…she really sometimes still is hung up on me being a daughter or something…because it’ll “be easier.” Not if I’m not a girl.

She gets it but I still don’t think she’s over any of it, she can‘t have any more kids and her only boy well…and she never got to have a little girl. I think she’s in mourning the stuff she lost wen I lost my y’know…but se loves me. I get that but mom’s one of those academic types that live in her head all the time or when she’s not in her computer. She doesn’t ignore me…it’s just.

Honestly…when I have had time to really look at her. I think she’s got something like Aspergers or something…I’ve seen how Dad sort of takes care of us and it might explain why she’s kind of mono-focused. I’ve met a lot of people that have stuff like that going on like that and maybe knowing them and going through all of this has me looking at some stuff differently.

She really lost her mind when I was well enough I came home with a used bike.

Like the bike was what did this to me. It took dad several days to calm her down to where she’d trust me out on my own on my own two wheels.

But at least she’s consistent. She freaked out when I used my birthday money to buy a decent skate board and still has minor little spazzes when I come home hurt. And I’m changing too. The stuff they said would happen is started and my skin and stuff. I’m not going to need to really shave my face. I got rid of my body hair and stuff…I’m not seeing myself as hairy…I just can’t not with a my new equipment…but while not wanting to be a hulking thug type I’m not taking hormones either. I bike and board…I have a bowflex dad and I got for the house at a yard sale. And I’m getting ab’s…I dunno…I just have it going on that if I can get a girlfriend then I want a trail of ab’s leading down to y’know.

………………………………..Oh there’s a training bra in the stuff this time and those dollar store bra bandage things that come rolled up. Well they’re getting a bit more original.

I head into the girls bathroom and take out a marker and tape and tape the bad to the wall and write on the bag. “These things are expensive, but their unopened and still good so why don’t you let them get an early start on buying your tampons.”

I hear a giggle behind me and it’s Gwen Archer. She’s one of the most popular girls in school. Gwen had developed early like into the B’s by the time she was like twelve and she’s a girl jock…not a cheerleader but on the basketball team and she plays as goalie of the girl’s soccer team and she has a rocking body…oh…I feel so funny down south.

“Hey…” she says.

“Hey.” I say back.

“That’s funny, and pretty cool.”

“Oh…uhm...thank you?”

“Maybe I’ll see you around later.”

“Uhm okay…”

She smiles and she sashays and sway’s away and I’m stunned and I’m hard…well it kind of feels like that but if like my boner was kind of imbedded into me?

Which I guess it is.

I’m still trying to get over the fact that she even spoke to me. I mean she’s like a double threat hot-girl and girl jock.

She talked to me and I feel…I actually am feeling something…that’s a huge relief actually even if it’s so strange.

Then my brain does that CD skip to all the stunned responses I gave her and the fact that I never even introduced myself.

“Oh Derp.”

What a good boy…Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Uhm oh boy wow.

Gwen talked to me.

And kind of nice she didn’t treat me like a freak.

But she’s pretty…well better than pretty she’s stunning and popular and a jockettes. But honestly I don’t really know the jockettes that much so I can’t actually say if they’re assholes like the guys that are in some of the teams here at school.

But…honestly should my spider-senses be tingling?

I get cleaned up after using the toilet and head back to class. It’s a drag and honestly I’m not really thrilled the looks that I get from some of the teachers. Apparently I’m a pain in their ass because the have to stop me from getting hassled?

Oh no, nothing was ever said it’s just about half of my teachers give me this look like it’s my fault for coming back to school where the idiots can pick on me and use me for their entertainment.

The only thing is that if I’m being honest all three of them are kind of assholes anyway.

I get a shove into the lockers on the way from one class to the other.

I didn’t see who. But the snickers sort of prove who anyway. I could go over and jump him and then get into a fight with Tony Jones and his two cronies. They’d be asking for it anyway…Tony’s that kind that’ll put someone’s book bag on top of the lockers and get a giggle because they’re in a wheelchair. One of those guys…but if I got into the fight with him it’d be three on one maybe more and the school would likely try to use that as a chance to suspend me.

See if they suspend me then I’m out of sight and out of mind and they can work on my parents and me to try to get me to transfer out.

Every time I’ve been picked on enough that it and me and whoever has to go to the office they take the time to try and convince them that my life would be easier if I transferred out.

Wasn’t it when you accused a guy of being nutless they weren’t afraid of you? Am I that disruptive and scary to them?

Jesus…

Sorry…I kind of got a bit of a bad language thing it helps with the idea of me still being a guy. I actually don’t want to be here and yet I’m not going to let this thing that happened chase me around any more than it is.

I leave the school grounds for lunch. I live in town and we’re actually allowed to do that but I live too far away to eat at home so I just head about three blocks down and go into Steamboat’s it’s the pizza place here and just kind of one of those mom and pop places and not a chain place. Not that I mind the chain ones I can live off of Pizza-Hut and Taco Bell.

But they do really good subs here because they are like Arabic or something so they do these kebab things instead of meatball so they’re grilled and they put them in a bud with peppers and cheese and red sauce and they’re messy but really really good. And that char-broiled thing on the meats really makes the difference.

I get one and a red creame soda and skate down to the school and sit out by the old parking lot is where the skater and the Emo kids are hanging out. They kind of leave me alone because well they’re all like a pack here in town and while some of thing might be jerky and stuff I guess as part of being Emo they aren’t allowed to care enough for them to be really mean to me.

Actually while they don’t really bother me or befriend me they see me as a freak and that’s a good thing?

Back to school after lunch and some more stuff and I get to actually feel better in English class and Art. I know it’s a strange sort of thing to say but it’s not like I’m saying it’s a girly thing despite what’s going on with me. But I like Art a lot and kinda from knowing some of the Emo kids I’m getting more into poetry. It’s like some of the stuff Ms. Carter gets us to read really kind of speaks to me and how I’m feeling some times.

Computer class is the last of the day and it’s mostly us learning how do type and do the font stuff but also it’s internet stuff. It’s because we use them all the time and for school and doing projects we’re learning to separate the good stuff from the stuff that’s not. I mean we all know everything’s not true on the internet but we’re being taught to look for the good stuff.

Kinda boring but Gwen comes and sits by me.

“Heya Tracy.”

“Uhm heya…”

We went through class and she talked and stuff about the sites we were looking at and shows me some she knew and stuff that I hadn’t got to. I ask her how Soccer and Basketball are going and I get filled in on who’s playing on the teams and who’s not so good and stuff.

“I’ve got a soccer game after classes you want to come and watch?”

Do I?

“Uhm sure?”

“Cool.”

I call mom and dad saying I’m staying after school to watch the soccer game and I make my way to the playing field…pitch apparently. I didn’t know that they called it something else.

There’s not a lot of people here. I mean there’s some parents and families and a few friends but in the size of the bleachers it’s pretty barren out here. I do some homework until things get started and might have gone on to do more but then.

Oh wow the bouncing…the way they move and the grr they have. I mean it’s way cooler than I thought watching them fight over the ball giving off these girly grunts and the sweaty looks they’re starting to get.

I’m feeling this sort of familiar feeling of getting a boner but at the same time it’s different…pointier? Yeah it’s because the girly part uhm neo-clit things smaller and shaped different now. And I guess it’s all like the nerves and stuff.

I take hormone pills and stuff…since everything’s snipped and I guess they’re working…It’s really hard…no not that but sitting like this cause I’m feeling all squirrelly kind of squishy.

I had to stand from the stuff and then got closer and stuff down to the sidelines and it actually gets really interesting as things heat up and I get to see Gwen in action. There’s this whole barrage of attacks from the other side from these three Indian girls…uhm Native Americans not the “Bend it like Beckam.” ones. They’re hot girls but they’re also really good and fast and really good at taking the ball from some of Gwen’s team.

She’s that good she’s all over the goal and blocking move after move and I’ll say this all the jumping you do in basketball really seems to be helping her and I’m only half entranced by the way she bounces. Hey, I can’t help it…she’s the bustiest girl in school and just wow but y’know it’s the fact she’s so intense is just awesome.

And I’m yelling…actually cheering her on. Not cheerleader stuff…but like.
“Awesome!”
“Go Gwen!”
“Killer save!”
Loud whistles.

And yelling to the girls on her team. “Seven! Behind on your left!”
“Eighteen! They’re trying to cut you off!”

Even yelling at the opposing team. (Laughter.) “Good luck…Goalie’s so got you owned!”

There’s a couple of looks there from them and stuff they don’t like that. It’s my teams so they can just…oh boy I guess they can’t. Or the can…oh….ow?

The game gets over and I wait for them to get out and I go to the pop machine and get as many bottles of water I can with the few dollars I got left and I see Gwen come out talking with the girls and then with her folks? There’s a woman there that looks like her and uhm….boobs run in that family. She waves me over. I head over with my bag and stuff.

“Hey great game, you were awesome out there.”

“Thanks, you really helped.”

“I helped?”

“Yeah you really got into it and cheered us on.”

“Yeah well you girls were good!” I pass her a water and some to a few of the other girls. They look at me and shyly say. “Uhm thanks Tracy.”

Her parents look at her and me and her dad says. “The teams going for supper you want to come with us?”

I..

I’m sort of feeling well… “Uhm…that’d be nice but I really should get home.”

Gwen looks a bit disappointed. I try a smile. “Rain check?”

“Okay, but you owe me a lunch.”

“Okay.”

“Here.” She tears a page out of her notebook and she writes stuff down. Then looks at me. “Tracey?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I have your numbers?”

“Oh, sure.” I give her my number and my e-mail.

“Cool, I’ll talk to you later?”

“Uhm…okay?”

She gives me a fast hug and then they’re all headed off to wherever they were going and I head off to home with on my skateboard and get home and Mom’s working and zoned out into deep coding or whatever and dad’s out so I head to my room and head to my bathroom. Yeah I sort of have one now of my own since the operation. We had these spare bedrooms and mom told dad I needed one of my own. Heck I’m an only child so we weren’t using them and it’s not like I’m going to say no to having one.

I strip and toss my clothes I the chute and I run myself a bath…yeah not a girly bath but it’s sorta easier in my head to get clean there sometimes….I put on some tunes and ease into the water and relax.

Today was weird.

Good but weird and I close my eyes and sink under the water and just chill…I like being underwater because of this whole sense dep thing I read about and it’s just sorta peaceful. I rise up enough to breathe and it’s really hot water so I kind of enjoy the sweating thing. We don’t have one of those sauna’s but this is almost as good.

Relaxing leads to daydreaming and then to images of soccer girls and I feel that feeling again…I slip a hand down and gasp at the entry of the hot water. I rub myself…it’s different, so different than before and still scary doing this but…neo-vag or not I’m a teen guy still and I’ve been well having dates with Mary thumb and her four girlfriends since I was thirteen.

It takes a while to find the right spot and the right touch and soon I’m in a rhythm that has me going hot and heavy…until there’s the pleasure bubbles going off in my brain and like a few flashes of these fireworks that seem to travel down inside me until I go boom!

I sink under the water as I do and moan.

I rest awhile spent then get out of the tub and get dried off then dressed and I’m not in panties but regular boxers and a pair of sweats and a black and red superman t-shirt and turn up my tunes and finish my homework.

Think, there’s a lot to think about and between things I surf the net and see that Gwen and two of the other soccer girls have sent me friend requests. I…

What if this is all bullshit?

I mean it’s not like the rich, great looking girl hasn’t played a trick on someone like me before right?

I get an e-mail from mom asking. [What do you want for supper?]

[I’ll be down, gotta talk.]

I head down and like I said mom’s different she’s got AS or a bit of it and she’s got a bunch of things out to cook and all the ingredients are in alphabetical order but she’s smiling.

“I like it when we talk.”

“Yeah…me to?”

“Right…like you’ve enjoyed our talks recently.”

“I’m who I am mom, it’d not be any easier not really?”

“I’m sorry, I though that it would be starting over in a new school where it wouldn’t get to be such an issue.”

“I know mom but it’d come out eventually and it’s just not me.”

“Okay, I’m your mom but it is your life.”

“Thanks.”

“So you wanted to talk but not re-hash things.”

“I sort of have a problem.”

“Okay…”

“A moisture problem.”

“Oh you’re having dryness down there?”

“No, it’s the opposite way.”

“Oh….oh? Ca I ask?”

“Girls soccer, I was watching and there was bouncing and all this other stuff.”

“And you got.”

“Aroused…yeah…then…”

“Wet.”

I double face palm turning red. I’m so glad that dad’s not here. “Yes.”

“Well your hormones are working for you to get aroused like you…used to?”

“It’s not like it used to be but….yeah.”

“But you’re lubricating that’s a good sign right? That’s the point of going with the better surgery right?”

“Uhm I guess.” I’m still so embarrassed.

“I’m making this harder aren’t I?”

“Yeah, so what do I do?”

“You might need a tampon or a pad in those cases.”

“God I was afraid you were going to say that.”

“We’ll go shopping after supper and I’ll show you the things that you need.”

“Okay…thanks mom.”

“I’m glad that I can help now, I’m on board Tracy I just worry. I know too well what being deferent’s like.”

I go over and give her a hug. She rocks back and forth and smiles. “Can I help?”

“Yes that’d be nice and cooking is a good thing to learn. I hadn’t until university and it really makes a difference. I met your dad over how he made his homemade pizza.”

“Okay, besides I need an edge over the other guys.”

“The way to a woman’s heart right.”

“Yeah it’s a good idea right?”

“Certainly is…………Tracy?”

“Yeah mom?”

“Are you masturbating again?”

“Wha…….uhm…(Tiny voice.) yes.”

“How are your orgasms?”

“MooooooooooooooooooooooM!!!”

What a good boy… Chapter 5.

Chapter 5

I help mom with supper and help out with making the salad. Mom’s a really healthy eater and we do a lot of veggies and not just salads. But tonight we’re making chicken breast rolled in cream of mushroom soup and then Shake and Bake and put in the oven.

The salad’s actually good stuff or I think it is mixed greens that they sell in the plastic boxes and a dressing of olive oil and avocado with lime juice in the blender then we stir in really small diced cucumber in it and the pistachio nuts for crunchy stuff.

I’m actually kind of proud of myself in helping out mainly because I think I can make this. And like any kid with two working parents I can cook some stuff. Boiled potatoes, Kraft Dinner, Hot dogs and stuff that uses like a pot of boiling water or the oven and the microwave. I’m not supposed to fry anything without them around or use the deep fryer or any of the big knives.

We ate and I do the dishes. That’s one of my chores and we have a dishwasher but we really don’t use it unless it’s a big meal or stuff like that.

Then it comes time for the dreaded shopping with mom for the stuff.

I’m quiet as we drive and we actually head for the mall.

“Why are we going here?”

“We need to get you some things.”

“Like?”

“Proper underpants.”

“I have underpants their called underwear.”

“Okay, but just keep an open mind.”

We park and head inside and we go to one of the bigger pharmacy chains. I mean I’ve sort of been in them but not on “that” side of the store. Then with like that saying “where angels fear to tread” we enter the period…aisle.

“Whoa holy crap…”

“Tracy, language.”

“Mom…it’s English…besides I’m pretty sure Jesus poo’ed.”

“Tracy…”

“Oka……y.”

“Good now lets see what you need and what kind of absorption that you need. So when you get wet just how wet do you get?”

“Mooooom!” I look around, please don’t let anyone be here, oh god this is so embarrassing!

“What these are things that you need to know Tracy and you might have other issues too.”

I… “Other issues?”

“Spritzing.”

“What?”

“Some times girls…well sometimes people with vaginas will laugh or cough and they will “spritz.” A little bit of urine.”

“What!!!”

“Yes, and you might too.”

“No…no way!”

“Well there are things that help but it happens to pretty much everyone though I’m not sure if that even happens with a neo-vagina.”

“Mom…stop saying vagina.”

“What? Why vagina is a perfectly fine word and you have one you’ll have to get used to it.”

“Yeah okay fine but I don’t want to hear you saying it.”

“Why? I have a vagina; you came out of it when you were born.”

“Aaaah!” I cover my ears with my hands.

“Tracy behave, its just biology.”

“Yeah but eeew…I don’t need to have those images in my brain.”

She gives me her look of she doesn’t get it but she’s going to let it go and she takes a few of the hundreds of boxes down to read them.

I grab a box and look at it. Hmm tampons, I mean they’ve been stuffing them in my locker but this is the first time I’ve see the boxes.

*Five minutes later…

“It goes WHERE!?”

Mom’s explaining all of the stuff about how you out a tampon in and even as squick as that is I’m still freaking out a bit. I’d be walking around with it shoved into my place and it’d be in my place…and eew no.

No, no, no, no, no….no effing way.

I’m thinking about girls though and that and they use them when they have their periods and there all of that which is ten times worse that what I knew about it and…oh I’m so getting why they get so pissed when guys start talking about them being on the rag or them ragging on the guys and stuff.

God just reading and learning about a period is something I’d never thought that I’d do.

Honestly I’d kill someone if that was me going through all of that.

Maybe that’s why girls don’t really take shop class.

Way too many sharp objects.

We get a couple of boxes to try.

Asshole companies. They should have sample packs or singles you can buy so someone can tell which ones that you want to get that’s right for you.

I end up with Always…ultrathins, fresh with wings…yeash.

And a box of tampons that are those hip looking boxed ones.

“Why? I’m not going to use those…ever.”

“Well you never know and you should carry back ups with you.”

“Where? I’m not getting a purse.”

“No I know that but maybe a new backpack something more cool.”

“More cool.”

“Yes and before you remind me that I don’t know what cool is that that’s fine. Your Dad and I think that you need a make over.”

“I’m not looking like a girl!”

“No, but you need a new look and where we’ve avoided buying you the cool clothes or really tried to we’re thinking that you need the edge.”

“Really like what?”

“We have no idea; this is for you to shop for.”

“I get to pick things out.”

“Yes, I know I don’t get even female fashions myself as much as other women. I get too dated. I’m not going to pick out your clothes.”

“Cool.”

“Alright let’s get these paid for and we can go shopping then.”

*An hour later….

“Mom the darned pad keeps moving around on me and stuff.”

“They’re not meant for those underwear. I s why honey.”

“Oh, this is why you wanted to get underpants.”

“Yes, I though this might happen. Come with me we’ll try something that might be suitable I seen online.”

She takes me to a few of the girl/ladies departments until she finds me some “Boy shorts” cut panties and there’s even a few pair that have the Y front seams on them. I get some of those in the not so girly looks and solid ungirly colors. Thank god for the butchy types.

I get them on and they don’t feel that bad the one’s I got are actually Haines and a dark, dark grey and they’re really close to what I used to wear. The pad is more comfortable by far too.

And while mom doesn’t force me to get stuff she explains the whole purse thing really. Spare pads, and tampons, and all the other stuff they carry. Okay some of it makes sense.

So I get this pretty cool looking black denim shoulder bag with heavy buckles and snaps and stuff at American Eagle. It’s something kids in university might have it even has compartments for stuff on the outside of it and a water bottle holder.

I get stuff that I might need with some of her input. Spare panties, tampons and pads. Lip gloss, I use it sometimes and I get a pack so there are spares. Gum, a multi-pack and spares. Small bottle of mouthwash spray, Band-aids, roll of hockey tape, hand sanitizer, tissues in the small packs, Midol…my idea actually since it won’t do anything to me more that be okay for me headache I’m around girls a lot so if they need it…multi-tool, eye-glass repair kit, it’s like I get some of the stuff that’s be useful in general but also that I can share/lend to the girls that I go to school with. The rest is stuff that I might need anyway.

Then there’s clothes.

I take her through several stores getting stuff that looks y’know cool sort of a cross between some comic logo stuff. I like the superman logo and it’s a guy thing. And I get the white t-shirt one of those and the flash and Green lantern and then some band shirts at another place. I like Hedley a good group but also a BNL shirt and some others. I get some gothy/Emo style hoodies and cargo pants.

Mom insists on getting me some new dress clothes with the whole suit and tie things and shoes because I’m outgrowing the stuff I had. And we get some gym clothes and some new sneakers. Some Nike’s and I get some black canvas ones for skating and just regular use.

Then we hit the thrift stores. My idea because the skater kids and stuff talk about them a lot and I score a leather jacket and some old army clothes. Mom bought me a bow-flex machine at a “resale” shop. Since I’m getting more into working out and stuff. I’m actually in a lot better frame of mind. Going home and it’s late by the time everything’s away and set up. I use the bow-flex for an hour until I’m sore trying out all the exercises on the DVD that came with it.

I log onto the computer and check my e-mails and PM’s and read a bit then go onto Face book and I add Gwen and Stef and Rachel to my friends list a bit nervously then log off.

I shower and crash hoping that tomorrow won’t be another shitty day. And I’m sort of looking forward to maybe seeing Gwen.

What a good boy…Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Clothes make the man right?

No, not really. But having cooler clothes does seem to have set some of the assholes I’ve been dealing with back a half step or something. I haven’t been as abused verbally today. Looked at a lot but only the few real world classed assholes yelled stuff at me.

Ooooh…calling me a fag that’s so original really. I let it…pass. Let them have his small little victory so he puffs himself up. I’d rather not get into a fight. I’m not afraid to be in a fight, I’ve been in a few I guess no more than most guys but If I go looking for trouble or taking everyone on then I’m the one that looks unstable.

The school gets to get me out, and the assholes get to apply crazy bitch to me gleefully.

I get hip bumped out of the blue, not like hard but I wasn’t expecting it I spin-turn and Gwen’s there grinning at me. God she looks good, you know those girls that get into jeans and a top and they’re all super sexy hips and tiny waists and in Gwen’s case big boobs.

She was stunning in that tee-shirt.

How do they make girls shirts like that just cling to them like a second skin?

“Whoa…Tracy it’s me. Chill who’d you think it was?”

“Anyone really, I mean just because they haven’t got rough yet doesn’t mean they won’t.”

She looks at me. Then she hugs me.

Oh Yayness I…

“You don’t have to put up with the bullshit.”

“Yeah since when? I mean seriously Gwen you’re popular and pretty and you’re around these people. They’d eat their own young to get ahead. And making my life hell’s popular so therefore a notch on the social ladder.”

She looks at me. “Oh, so that’s why you’re nervous around me?”

“Uh-Yeah duh.”

“Why?”

“Exfuckinzactly. Why? Why be friendly to me at all unless you’re getting something out of it or setting me up for something? We’re not exactly socially matched up so why lower yourself.”

“I’m not asshole.” She’s still walking beside me but even calling me asshole she doesn’t back away or leave.

“Then what? I’d like to believe you…Jesus…It’d be nice to have someone not to have to worry about backstabbing me.”

“I’m not lowering myself because the stuff people see is me but they just lump me in with the rest of them.”

“Oh how?”

“Well for one I live over in Century Park.”

Century Park’s not a park but a trailer court. No, not one of the places like on Trailer Park boys but the lots with prefab basements or concrete slabs they set their mini homes on with a small yard and a bit of space but actually lower middle class kind of living.

“I thought you were like rich or something.”

“We’re not doing bad and stuff but Mom stays at home, Dad works for the town and I got three other sisters at home.”

“Oh..”

“Yuh-huh Oh.” She says it in that voice girls use when they imitate a guy being stupid. “Look I’m not really one of them. I’m good at sports and yeah I guess I am good looking and that gets me pegged to be put into the whole same type of person as some of those asses.”

“Okay, shit sorry.”

“Hey, I get it it’s alright…well it’s not but I’m used to it. Not just the whole Alpha set shove me in that box too y’know. I get it from everyone. Blonde, big tits, long legs…I must be a scheming social climbing cunt right?”

“Like Uh….Huh!” I try to pitch my voice into cheerleader valley squeak and waggle my head in a cross between a nod and being a bobblehead doll.

She laughs and slips an arm around my side. “See right there, that’s what I like about you.”

“Like cause I’m like pretty!”

(Giggles-snorts.) “No…you make me laugh!”

I try my DeNiro. “So…what? I’m…funny lookin to you now?”

She giggles a bit then bursts out laughing. “Okay it was good but not that funny.”

“Sorry, sorry…It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“It’s you and what happened and…and what happened?”

Okay…I’m actually smiling, because since my accident and operation people won’t joke with me about it. Make fun yes, talk about it behind my back sure. But actually joke around?

“I just had those whole mental image of you in panties in the changing room…doing that…”

I grin and cock my hip sideways in an overly exaggerated way. And do my DeNiro impression again. “So…you all think that it’s funny do you…but…but…I’ll tell you right now…so you had better pay close attention…there is nothing funny about Hello Kitty.”

I love it.

Have you ever make someone laugh so hard they start coughing. I even got to see Gwen’s eyes widen.

We end up going to the bathroom together because she has to pee. And yes I went with, but not in the stall. I watch her do her girlification routine afterwards and as much as she really does it for me I can feel this becoming more. Like a friendship.

“Huh, I just figured something out about relationships.”

Gwen looks at me. “Okay, shoot.”

“Bathrooms.”

“Huh?”

“When you’re getting really with someone you have to be friends, because if it’s just dating then there’s no way either person would be comfortable using the bathroom around the other person. But if you’re friends enough for that then that’s way closer than most people get.”

Lol, yay me.

She started laughing again so much she wrecked her make-up.

We both actually get looks from some of the girls as we’re doing our thing at the sinks. There’s a few that aren’t on board with the whole me using their bathroom. Some are just curious.

We leave and head to class.

“You know I’m not sure what’s worse. Them treating me like I’m a disease or the ones that only will sort of give me the time of day out on being curious.”

“Hey I’m one of the curious.”

I look at her then roll my eyes.

She just laughs then we split for classes.

Actually Gwen just being…well I guess her being not what I thought she was and actually pretty decent kind of made my day. I mean the usual stuff happened with the names or the looks and some of the whispers.

Oh yeah and the texting. I really hate that because there’s always someone snapping a picture of me at least a few times a day. Though I’m seeing and hearing some danger signs. Some of the alpha set…whisper, whisper, whisper…or whisper, whisper, Gwen…and twice I saw some of the alpha thugs staring at me.

Hmm yeah, God forbid someone cross the invisible line they’ve put in place to keep the peons in their place.

Lunch.

I was heading to meet up with Gwen when I get passed en masse by a whole group of them the whole point I guess to make me walk through them.

Hell no, I move book bag in front on me and back to the lockers. They take their time going passed like slowing down looking for and opening. One of them Frank Murray glares at me hard. He’s not a jock but he’s popular and has cash, his dad’s a lawyer or something. He might have said something but Sophie Ash comes along and slips in from of me and uses her black girl powers on him.

Yeah black girl powers…that I’m so with it it’s a law of nature and you’re so not it’s like you’re offending the whole concept of cool. Sophie’s great looking too and tall with long legs and nice pert and perky toned body. She’s on the basketball team with Gwen, I know stereotypes but…sometimes they’re true.

Sophie is black, and cool and hot and she’s giving Frank this home girl stare-down that is just almost painting him with the vibes of. “You’re just a useless white boy, go away you bother me.” And he doesn’t like it but he moves on because Sophie has another thing that everyone knows about. Two older brothers in high school that both play football.

They call them the Kilimanjaro brothers.

He and them pass and he’s mad but the others are too and confused. Sophie’s semi-alpha, she’s good looking and hot and part of a sports family with decent money. But semi because she’s black. I mean It’s Canada and all and I guess even here it’s not too bad like other places but I’ve heard nasty stuff still used even now-a-days. All the ethnic kids get put in their own little social boxes unless they’re really good looking or have cash.

“You okay Tracy?”

“Uhm yeah thanks?”

“Sure I just didn’t like the look of that.”

“Me neither I’ve seen enough prison movies that I though…okay this is where I get shanked.”

She smiles and laughs a bit. “Gwen said you were funny.”

“Thanks, no really thanks for standing up for me Sophie.”

“Hey, been there…Middle school as the only black girl taught me a nice dose of caution with some people.”

“Sorry that sucks.”

“Yeah, you want to join us for lunch?”

“Sure, C’mon let’s go to the yard.”

“Tracy?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop staring at my ass.”

“Okay…sorry.”

It’s a really nice ass, it’s super hard not to stare at it.

I get some food, which isn’t too bad a little too much on the healthy side but hey when in Rome right? I get an apple, some salad…Not girly, I like salads especially the Greek ones. I like spinach but olives and feta all of that’s good in my book. I get a chicken burger too and some yogurt. I sit with Sophie

I’m not really expected by them and pretty much just by Gwen. The other girls are a mixture of the jockettes, some of the more freely social alpha types and a smattering of a few others I’m the only guy.

Well shit….I’m sitting at the girls table.

Yeah, I could pitch a fit and leave or something jut childish or I can just man up and show them I’m me, just me. I smile and wave. “Hello everyone.” But I pull out Sophie’s chair for her and she gives me the strangest look.

Okay…

I take a seat and smile at them a bit nervous and shy.

Whoo-boy…now what?

What a good boy…Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I sit and blink a bit and then I do what most guys do when confronted with this situation. I start to eat and stuffing my face. It’s like Gwen gets it and she starts eating too just after me. That breaks the others out of the new person and the weirdo being with the table and they start eating and I just slow down and listen and try and actually see if I can learn girlese.

It’s hard as I’m having to shuffle through all the stuff about lippy? And all this other stuff that I don’t know and there’s the whole abrevalinguistics of a closed group. I meat hearing one group say. “I was all like…” and the reply of “Yeah, I’ve so been there.”

I’m not so lost that I don’t know that this is a context thing. I think about it a minute and then stop eating, wipe my mouth and ask. “Uhm…hey can I ask you girls a favor?”

They all sort of stop talking and eating and stare at me. Gwen shrugs. “Shoot.”

“Okay…I can’t follow half of what you girls are saying. I mean it’s all this sort of you gotta be there stuff where you just break off partway through and the rest of you get it because you can follow the story because well it’s you’re group but between that and the girl abbreviations well…I’m kind of lost.”

And I’m getting stared at.

Sophie coughs and laughs. “Well shit…Tracy I think that you’re the first guy to ever ask a girl to actually explain what she’s saying rather than just tune her out.”

“I want to know? I mean you were all nice enough to invite me here to sit and eat with you it’s just I really just can’t follow it all.”

“Still a guy’s never really asked that.”

One of the girls is staring at me and I’m not sure who she is but she says. “Well he’s not a he anymore though is he?” It was a little nasty and catty.

Gwen looks at here. “Catherine don’t be a bitch. Tracy’s a decent guy doing the best with a really bad situation.”

“Bullshit, if he’s a guy let him use like the guys restrooms and changing rooms of like the faculty ones.”

I look at her. “I don’t want to use the faculty ones, I’m ostracized enough as it is without that plus it’s more isolated for me and more dangerous.”

“Dangerous like how.”

“Like Frank Murray and his asshole friends were looking to put a hurt onto Tracy just before we came out here.” Sophie adds.

“Why would Frank bother?”

I look at her for likely the same reason that he’d be trying it if the accident never happened and I was sitting with people that were above my pay grade. He wants to put me in my place only now it’s even worse since I creep him out.”

“Creep him out?”

Sophie nods. “Tracy’s got vag now and that’s likely has his moron stick all excited and it’s way too gay for his brain to deal so he’s like most of those assholes…Duh...I don’t get it…lets beat it up…”

“God that like being such a loser.” She looks at me. “Sorry it’s just the idea freaks me out that you’re like this now and stuff.”

I nod and take a bite of my chicken burger and chew. I swallow before I go on. “Hey I’m freaked out too, I’m a guy then this happens and now I’ve got a vag…it’s plenty freaky. Beside Frank’s just pissed and still likely jealous.”

“Jealous?” Several of the girls ask.

“Yeah I had the biggest cock in the school.”

They’re looking at me. Sophie’s smiling and slaps me on the back. “Yeah keep dreaming there Tracy.”

“No I’m serious, what do you think stopped the SUV?”

There’s a bunch of groans, loser signs and face palms. Sophie snickers.

“How about I prove it.”

“How?” Several ask but all of them are paying attention.

“Okay, you might not know this but basically they use a lot of the tissue of a guys unit to make and line the new vagina and stuff right? I mean there’s more to it than that but that’s the broad strokes.”

There’s a few oh looks and a few nods. They didn’t know but their following along.

“Okay so mine was that big that I had to have major surgery and I sort of went from having the biggest outtie to having the biggest innie.”

Sophie’s like. “How do you figure?”

I hold up a hand and take the other and pinch my Adam’s-apple and move my hand up and down the whole while frothing spit in my mouth all foamy white. Then I stop and roll my eyes and make a moany noise. Then stick my tongue out.

There’s a collective “Eeeww!” I spit into my napkin.

“See? They really turned it inside out and it just went back a whole lot farther than people thought.”

They look freaked. Except Sophie who’s trying valiantly to not have her chocolate milk come out of her nose and Gwen whose eyes went that huge way they do before she loses it in a serious giggle fit.

Then the others sort of recover from the gross out shock and some are smiling and some are giggling and there’s more smiles all around and we start back into talking only they tell me to raise my hand when I’m not getting something that someone had said and I’ll admit that I’m slowly getting the stuff that their talking about and I’m asking questions that I never thought I’d be asking anyone.

One of the other girls looks over my way. “But and don’t take this the wrong way Tracy but you’re not a girl with like our issues so why would you care about pads and tampons and liners and douches and stuff like that.”

I nod. “Good question buy honestly I have just about all of the same things going on with me as you girls do except for the whole period thing.”

“Lucky…” I hear a few of them say.

“Not really I’ve had the mother of all tampons in me when thet filled me full of the wadding and stuff for after my operation.”

More Eeews.

I continue. “Actually keeping clean is just as big a deal now for me as it is for you and I can get according to my Doc’s UTI’s and even get a.. other things that are on the nasty list you girls have too.”

Gwen nods. “See, Tracy’s not that bad or that different.”

Another one of the girls asks. “So you got the operation does that mean that you’re like into guys?”

“Nope, I’m so not into guys, I have a deli not an pizza place.”

Sophie looks at me. “Am I going to regret asking?”

Gwen’s laughing some more. I grin at her and she’s bursts out with. “Hold the sausage but I’ll have extra tongue!”

The thing is I’ve right there along with her. It’s kinda strange that she was thinking the same thing as me and that she’s well…a girl. I’m not used to anyone getting me let alone a girl.

There’s no eeews at that but there’s a lot of groans. We finish eating and spend the rest of the time at lunch talking and then the bell rings and I get a lot more sort of friendly smiles a few friendly ones and a hug from Gwen that has my body reacting in a Oh My God Boobies way….

I mean it she has the most amazing boobs in school.

“Coming to the basketball practice this afternoon?”

Hmmm…go home to homework and how am I adjusting socially questions or watching her and the others run back and forth at school.

“I’ll be there!”

And another Hug from Gwen and then a light one from Sophie. “Tracy…thanks for earlier.”

“Huh?”

“The chair pulling it out for me to sit…no one’s ever done that for me before.”

“Huh? But that’s just what you do?”

“Yeah for white girls…”

And what can I say that wouldn’t be like too flippant because this is like one of those bare her hear things right?

“Uhn huh…uhm…get used to it.” I sling my bookbag over my shoulder and take her books. “Walk you to class?”

She smiles and blushes and I’ve never seen a black girl blush before…kind of hot.

“Sure…” She smiles and I open the door for her and Gwen. “Thanks Tracy.” They both say and a little bit after that. “Tracy?” Sophie asks/says sort of questioning sort of.

“Yeah…?”

“Are you looking at my Butt?”

“Yeah sort of…”

“Okay.” She adds some sway leaving me just all sorts of hypnotized on the way to class.

What a good boy…Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I’m sort of distracted the rest of the day, well during my classes. Visions of Sophie’s really amazing butt still really prominent in my skull. But better than those she kissed me on the cheek. That was a serious yay moment.

“Thanks Tracy…” She gave me this deadly sweet smile. You know the one the street smart girls all have hidden away and when they do take it out of hiding it’s just….well since I have the equipment…yeah, damp…actually I think the right term was the ones the girls use.

It was that sweet it melted me a little.

“Uhm…okay, cool…?”

“For being a nice guy, nicer than most…I’ve never had a guy actually do either for me.”

“Hey they’re loss.”

“You’re a nice guy.”

“I’m not a nice guy.” Dammit, I’m not getting friend zoned.

“Yeah you are…”

I cut her off with a kiss on the lips…it’s nor my first kiss but it’s close and she inhales and her eyes widen and she backs into the lockers by the classroom door. I’m panting too and aching in a good way.

“Tracy…”

“Yeah…see…I’m different but I’m still a guy…well I’m still a guy up here.” I tap my temple… “I had to kiss you Sophie…had to.”

“Had to?”

“Yeah…”

“Why?”

“I’m not going there, the whole he’s odd and he’s like one of the girls…I don’t want to get shoved into the friend zone.”

“Oh…that’s why….?”

“No there’s another reason why.”

“Oh…?”

“Sophie you’re a really beautiful amazing girl, guy, bi-girl, lesbian I honestly can’t even grasp why someone wouldn’t want to kiss you.”

She’s blushing and she steps over and gives me a hug, not the friend hug but the boob squish feel my breasts on you hug. She lingers but gives me another peck on the cheek and left going into her class but shooting me a few glances.

I kind of feel the same way in this flirty but scared and nervous way. I’m sure she’s sort of freaking out because I’m not a real big step in her head likely of a lesbian butch sort of thing. Me I’m scared because I’ve taken that first step and declared myself for whoever had seen us.

I’m not sitting on the sidelines, I’m not a eunuch, I’m a person and a sexual one.

Now I just have to worry about the sex and dating stuff.

But it feels really good to not be in the shadows anymore. Word’ll spread and that’ll be both good and bad I imagine really. I mean no one likes different or a lot of people don’t like different and at the same time.

I’m not safe anymore.

Not that I was going to hurt anyone, I don’t mean it like that but I’ve got my teeth back as it were at least sexually.

It feels good not to be considered safe.

I actually have a better time in class as I can almost see the occasional looks from people as the text and tweet flow catches everyone up on what had happened. And I think I actually started to enjoy French class a bit more.

Frank and company were actively looking for me in the halls between classes and I kept to where I would be seen and let him and the Alpha squad get all bent out of shape. I am going to talk to Mom and Dad tonight about taking some kind of self defense stuff though I’m not going to trust my luck with Frank and the other’s that’ll have a problem with me.

Last class is shop class another favorite of mine actually. It’s wood shop and I’m actually good with my hands and I’m really descent on the wood lathe. I’m tuning a set of bowls right now and stuff but I talk to the teacher and I start to get to work on a set of boxes. They’re technically fishing tackle boxes with the layered drawers but I want to make a couple of jewelry boxes out of them and the shop teacher he gives me this long look like trying to peg me down. Like everyone knows and stuff what happened to me so he’s trying to figure out the gay factor.

“They’re not for me.”

He blinks. “Oh…okay, not that there’s anything g wrong with that.”

“No, nothing wrong with that but eve if I was going to swing that way I’d just buy a toolbox and pimp it out.”

“How?”

“Multi draw red tool box…I’d paint it black with enamel and clear coat like a car I’d keep the stainless steel fittings and the red painted interior and instead of the ballerina I’d have one of those hula dancer dolls with her top off.”

He actually burst out laughing. “Okay, that’s…Let’s actually get a look at how we’re going to get the motor in these and who knows maybe seeing us build other stuff will get a few more girls trying out the class.”

I grin and it’s actually a lot of fun. I’m not sure it I’m getting the Tom-boy treatment or he’s treating me like a boy but it was actually a nice way to kill the day. I look at him. “These aren’t going to take that long Mr. Clarke so I was wondering?”

“Wondering?”

“Have you ever had a student make a guitar before?”

“No…I haven’t.”

“Can we?”

“Sure I’d love to try it too.”

Guitars are cool, boy, girl in between…guitars are cool and the only thing better than playing one will be building and playing one.

I left class on a high and headed to the gym texting Mom that I’m going to be hanging out with friends at the gym for basketball practice…and I kissed a girl….

I think mom will be both confused by that and happy, she wants me to be happy and normal. She’s more scared I think than she can articulate. But I know this people like her with Aspergers know they’re different and they don’t like it anymore than we would. Add in being a parent and she really, really almost needs me to have a normal life.

Hopefully she’ll be happy hearing this.

I slip into the ladies room and I put a maxi-thin in place just in case and I head into the gym. I sort of sit next to the girls that are doing the scoreboard stuff and all of that and I notice that there’s a few others here to watch but not like the boys stuff.

This isn’t a game but practice but yeesh. If it was the other way around it’d be lookit mommy, lookit me please?

I sit and watch the most amazing of thing girls running in these really high basketball shots and these thin tank tops that are their uniforms and they’re so…all that girl flesh running, bouncing swaying and sweating…and giving their all too.

Okay I could sort of be perving on them depending on you’re outlook but it’s no just looking at these pretty girls it’s getting into watching them get that into it, putting that much effort they get become something else.

And y’know some of those pictures where the girls are shiny fro baby oil or something honestly they’ve got nothing on these girls watching all that femaleness become so different, intent, focused…okay…girl jocks are just awesome.

Sophie…dark coffee with what I really want to say she’d smell like French vanilla that makes me dream of me her and Nina Simone playing in the background as we do things to each other. She’s taking a jump shot that has her body stretch out panther like and her arms up do the arms up thing to her boobs and her clothes are sweat stuck to her body hiding nothing but it’s not just sweaty she’s got this look that’s wet down from perspiration and mixed with the flush of endorphins from all the effort she’s putting herself through.

She glows…shines…

And she’s not the only girl on the team like that.

Gwen….Oh Gwen almost hurts to watch.

Tall, long legs even longer in those shorts that just hug her butt. And the breasts…okay she sport bra’ing it but that just sort of makes things better. The cool thing is that that super hip sway she has she seems to use. It’s like watch a belly dancer but cooler she’ll look like she’s heading one way when you watch her torso but she uses her hip action that natural sway to change directions so fast.

I’m kind of in awe of her and well the others are pretty and awesome and hot….

Hey now there’s an idea.

I slip over to the coach and she gives me this stare like…well like most teachers the get the fuck away please I don’t know how to deal with you look.

“Hey, can I play some tunes to like get the girls into it more?”

“Music? We’re not into doing stuff like that here.”

“Yeah but they blast stuff to get the guys into it all the time the cheerbi…uhm the cheerleaders do it all the time?”

“So, we don’t need that.”

“Yeah the girls do, they need to be treated equally.”

“Well school sports aren’t set up for the girls sorts.”

“They are in a lot of other schools.”

“But we don’t.”

“That’s not your or the girls fault ma’am and honestly you shouldn’t be taking it.”

“Tracy, why would you care, you’re not on any teams, you were never into this stuff even before you’re accident. This is the first time I’ve seen you here outside of P.E.”

“They’re my friends, and as an honorary member of the female side of things I kind of feel different about the people I share anatomy with.”

“So you’re going to be our cheerleader?”

I stare at her. The idea never really occurred to me like that…

“No…not really but like moral support? Kinda like the team Bra?”

She didn’t look amused by that as much as I am.

“If I let you play some music will you leave me alone?”

I grin at her. “Maybe…”

“Go, just go do whatever…Tracy.”

I jog over to the girls that are at the scoreboard thing and take out my I-Phone and set it by the announcing mike getting a feedback whine till I get the distance right and I dig out *Victory Day.* by Tom Cochrane.

I get some looks from the girls and girl them a thumbs up and play a bunch of different stuff but keep watching the girls practice and even hop over to the bench where I dance…it’s kind of goofy dancing but I dance with the girls that aren’t right out there on the court.

I get some smiles…

Smiles are good.

I even dance with Gwen and Sophie double yay.

The just about the time their practice is over with I place one last tune. *Bitch.* By Meredith Brooks.

I swear the coach spun at superhuman speeds and headed my way. “Tracy!”

Yeah I got detention out of that one but it was cool why?

I was getting some drinks out in the hall and I could hear the girls all singing it together in the girls locker room.

Today, today definitely didn’t suck.

What a good boy…Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Sophie…

My lord she has these breasts with coffee and cream tones tipped with these little chocolate chip nipples. She’s such a good kisser, her breasts feel damned good…so soft…perfect erotic and pills or no pills the hormones in my blood are just boiling like shaken up soda pop and pumping though my down into my new sex…my new sex that has Sophie’s hot wetness grinding against mine and her arm so jockettes strong holding my legs both apart and for leverage as we grind our way to…

To….

All that built up tension, desire ache hormones and cum explode from my sex and I roll over in my bed…right in the midst of the really wet dream and my fingers are inside rubbing me to a hard cum…

My insides sort of tighten up and instead of the twitching shots there’s this squeezing pumping inside that is sort of like it used to feel like but deeper…so godamned hot and eye rolling make me speak in tongues bigger…

I roll over face down and boyish-girly grunt scream…Venus/Serena Williams Tennis chick “Uggnnh!!!” Into my pillow and I’m seeing spots.

And I don’t know if it’s the new sex I have between my legs but as soon as I’ve gotten my breath there’s a part of my brain going more.

I reach to my nightstand and get my dialator and hiss…whine…and thump my face into the pillow…It’s alright if that feels good right?

It does feel good, so good and my mind drifts with the pleasure as this time it’s Gwen…big chested, funny, super sexy Gwen holding me down and wearing a strap on is making me cum…feeling my ab’s.

I almost hear her saying in my ear… “Tracy…yeah…fuck yeah…love those abs…oh so better than some titties…god…ugnnh…god Tracy…there’s nothing like this…pussy-boy…yeah…”

Okay it’s my own dirty mind and teenaged thoughts and stuff but it takes me into the best damned masturbatory zone I’ve ever been through in my life.

I stare sort of stunned at the alarm clock before falling into the deepest sleep of my life.

I wake up sticky, feeling…well feeling kind of great. I pull off my sheets and instead of having the talk I start a load of early laundry. Oh yeah it’s Saturday…and Basketball practice had been two days ago.

That Thursday night had been fun but weird as I ended up not just talking to Gwen on the phone but actually logging onto my X-Box 360 and she and I played Halo most of the night and just hung out each in our rooms.

Y’know I never though about girls like that. And Gwen there was this huge kind of assumption that as smoking hot as she is that she’d be out on a date or something.

She’s got some pretty good gaming skills to, which is pretty cool. And yeah still surprising, not because she’s a girl but because those skills take time to get by playing and I thought she’d have more of a social life.

I met her on Friday at school and we hung out in the morning drinking coffee and it was kinda just cool to hand out. We talked actually about gaming and stuff and you know someone’s a gamer when she but a NES just to play Metroid and Zelda on.

It was also cool that we talked about working out and that she was into that too because she wanted to keep in shape for the teams but Gwen seriously hated the whole girls being helpless and weak thing. She even lifted my shirt to check out my start on getting ab’s and felt them. Hmm…I wonder where that part of my fantasy came from.

I think we sort of weirded her friends out with me hanging out with her and Gwen was also sort of making it known you wanted to come hang out and talk to her then they better be cool with me.

It worked too.

Lunchtime I sat with her instead of my usual journey of school grounds and over town to grab something to eat then hang with the skater crowd. But there were some of the Alpha types that wanted to talk to her and tried to gesture her to go over to them and instead she stayed and made then come over to us. Some did and didn’t stay some didn’t and let my weirdness keep them away and a few like the other jockettes and Sophie joined us.

It’s an education too, I’m learning girlese and why they actually give a damn about stuff like hair and make-up sort of at least I get why they talk about these things and there’s a lot of information trading. Where to get what, how much it costs, what sucks and what doesn’t. The stuff about clothes I sort of get too having gone through my own wardrobe spree this week and with girls it’s even more competitive and while it’s great for them if the guys notice they have this part of it where they’re shopping to out do each other or to fit in.

It’s sort of one of the ways they keep score on the social pecking order thing and I don’t call it stupid even though it is because as a species all men and women in every culture do this in one way or another.

And I contributed to the conversation in the guy’s view on things and it’s pretty blunt and honest when I give them the version of things according to guys. I also fill them in on some of the guys and stuff.

“Yeah, I really don’t go for the bros before hoes thing, you all are treating me better than they ever did and especially since. My bros are hoes in this case.”

They kind of liked that but at the same time my answers on stuff I think left them getting a clue that I’m very guy and that I’m het as well despite our shared anatomy sorta bits.

They’re less freaked about me using the bathroom with me, they’re curious about my panties and the whole shopping trip with mom which there was a lot of knowing nods.

Mind you this was just with the twelve or so jockettes that hung with us at lunch from both teams. I’m still not that liked, I still freak people out and there are some people that think if they’re around me or decent to me it’ll hurt their reputation.

But it’s nice still to have some people to hang with and be friends with.

Last night I just did up my homework early and worked out…okay a lot and started in on my guitar lessons online. Gwen and Sophie were out of town on an away game and I missed them.

Though Gwen and I talked about an hour or so when she got home.

………………………………............I’m headed over to her place now. I take some clothes and some CD’s and stuff with me and bike over telling Mom and Dad where I’m going. Dad’s got his head into the TV watching some documentary and Mom’s in her office working on the computer….

Yeah…

I look in the fridge and I microwave some chicken breasts until their cooked through then make a green salad and toss the chicken in after chopping it, some raisins and almonds and dried cranberries then cover it and make them a pot of coffee.

I leave a note so they know where I am and that there’s something made to eat. Dad’s not as bad as Mom but he’s got this whole fall asleep because it’s his day off thing that happens sometimes and Mom’ll just forget to eat she’ll be that into work.

I bike over to Gwen’s place and yeah, sure enough she lives in a trailer park. I mean it’s a nice one and they’re really decent mobile homes here and they’ve got a decent sized lot that has a rose bushes/hedges that run the front edge of her lawn ad fence in the front yard and there’s a wooden privacy fence out back. I see Gwen outside by this small shed off to one side of the yard and she’s in a tee-shirt and cut off denim shorts that make me stop and stare.

“Tracy are you staring at my butt?”

“Uh-huh.”

She turned her head to look at me and shakes it back and forth grinning.

“See anything you like?”

“For real?”

She grins. “C’mon give me a hand?”

“Okay, what are we doing?”

“Setting up the above ground pool.”

“Okay, cool….uhm Gwen?”

“Uh-huh?”

“Were you serious about the whole me liking thing?”

“Why?”

“Well honestly because I did.”

“Oh…”

She looks at me. “What about Sophie?”

“What about her?”

“Aren’t you into her?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re making a move on me?”

“No, just asking…remember, I need to really know what’s real and what’s not in my life because if this all is just flirting it’s cool but I kinda need to know.”

“Straight up no bullshit?”

“Yeah…please.”

“I was just joking around, honestly I like you as a friend…” I face palm.

“Great friend zoned.”

“Tracy?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up. You’re my friend, that doesn’t mean that I can’t think of you that way. Y’know why I don’t date?”

“No.”

“Because I’d actually like, to actually like the person I’m dating instead of as clown who’s cute and stuff but he knows it or some jerk who’s just looking to score.”

“Oh so…?”

“Fuck…I was joking, and that’s all. Honestly I never really though about you and me going out.”

“But…?”

She rolls her eyes and punches me hard in the arm. “If…if I was looking for someone right now…yes, you’d be on my list….good god stop being such a girl.”

I dig in my pockets until I pull out my middle fingers. “So why aren’t you looking?”

“Because I’m not really looking, I’m enjoying my life and I’m not looking to add someone to things in a serious way.”

“I thought all girls needed to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend?” I raise an eyebrow.

“No, and that pisses me off. I don’t need someone there all the time to somehow validate myself.”

“What about sex.”

“I have a great sex partner.”

“Oh, who?”

“Myself, I get me off every time.”

I burst out laughing. “Yeah me too.” I’m so not going to tell her that she’s a serious part of my fantasies. Maybe even more right now after hearing the stuff she said. “So like the hidden question I was hinting at from before.”

“What?”

“So…Boys or Girls?”

What a good boy…Chapter 10

Chapter 10

She’s quiet for a minute and keeps working, then she’ll stop, think then work some more.

“Well, I’ve only ever been with a guy before but I’ve been attracted to some girls too.”

Oh…that’s so…

“Like how attracted?”

She looks at me and grins. “Depending on the girl and her personality, very?”

“So you’d?”

“Yeah, I would. I think I would at least. I mean there’s not a lot she’d do to me that I haven’t done to myself and there’s that knowing as a girl what another girl likes and stuff too.”

“And guys?”

“I’ve only been with three and two of them I did better by myself.”

“And the third guy?”

“Confirmed at the very least I’m pan or bi but more than likely pansexual”

“Oh…”

I’m not sure where to go with that besides the whole line of conversation getting me feeling achy inside.

I wasn’t expecting Gwen to be as tomboy as she is. I’m so turned on by it though. And that’s got me just…It’s a good thing I’m wearing some thing to keep me from getting really embarrassed.

I’m helping of course and I’m still strong and good with my hands and tools but so’s Gwen. And seeing her dressed with the cut offs and the top that just shows off her big taut perfect boobs…but that mixed in with her setting up the pool and stuff, using wrenches, lifting and sweating. There’s a lot of work to this so I ditch my t-shirt and we take a pop break and Gwen gets some sunscreen and we rub it into each other.

There’s this point where we’re staring at each other.

Her nipples are hard and poking through the bathing suit top.

“This is like my dream…” I say.

“You’re dream?”

“Yeah…last night, this morning.”

“I was in it?”

“Yeah…”

“What was I doing huh Tracy?”

I start turning red, she smiles and ties her hair back which does such great things to her breasts.

“Uhm…you were and I was…” I swallow still Breastmitized.

“Was I good?”

I nod. “Yeah…..”

She smiles this big and somehow naughty smile. “C’mon we’ve got stuff to get done.”

I follow with an okay watching her butt, she knows I’m doing that, and I think she’s good with it. I’m a little in awe of Gwen more than before, she knows who she is so much better than the rest of us. She’s so good with her sexuality too and relationships. Honestly I agree with her…even in junior high we’ve got people who just seem to lose their shit when they’re not in a relationship. It doesn’t even have to be a good relationship and often isn’t but they’ll cling to it like being a couple is who they are.

Gwen’s tough, sexy, strong and so her own person.

We get back to work and we’re sort of alone and sort of not remember her saying she’s got siblings well it’s a sot of a family effort getting their place ready for the oncoming summer. Her dad’s dropping off stuff for us a lot of stuff like lumber and stuff the others are doing the lawn and washing the siding of the mini-home and getting the barbeque cleaned and even planting flowers along the edge of the front yard going right along the edge of the ditch. Not seeds but those trays of pre-started flowers you see at the flower centers when you go to the hardware stores or the grocery stores in some places.

Actually I get to be the guy I am while doing this there’s a lot of big boards and beams and posts to drive into the ground that Gwen’s dad mostly did. Okay Gwen’s pretty hand and sexy as hell with the sledgehammer but after about sinking five or six posts she’s switching off to guiding me doing it because they have to be so deep and set just right as we frame the pool. It takes us all day too but we get it done. The pool is twenty five feet across and five feet deep and took this aluminum framing set with these loops for the fabric to go through at the top and then there’s these snap in inserts that are hard plastic and Styrofoam inside or something that makes the walls up for the pool.

Well we have 4X4 posts of wood flush to the walls of the pool and those are opposite other posts and then they get 2X4’s for more framing and then we plank the top building a four foot wide rim or patio around it and a set of steps and all hidden away by some gardening lattice.

I drive, hold and fasten a lot of stuff, there is a lot of stuff that makes all of this up and at the same time Gwen and I are really close together, touching sometimes, sweaty, lotiony…sun and work warmed and hot and she’s so turned on too…I can see it in her boobs…the way that she breathes…this scent…I’ve smelled girl before even sweaty girl before and this isn’t that.

I think she’s staring at my ab’s and lower.

When I look at her, looking at me she just gives me this tomboyish grin but she doesn’t look away from me.

We let her Dad do all the stuff with the water filter and pump and two of her sisters are filling the pool and her mom and the youngest are off to the store.

We get inside and she gets us another drink. “C’mon…”

“Okay?”

She heads to her room which is small but hers since she’s the oldest of the kids and she gets some stuff. “You got a suit?”

“Uhm no, I can go home and get one.”

“Some of my basketball shorts should fit you.”

“Uhm…”

“Not the shorter ones from school but my practice ones…here…” She holds them up and they’re thinner but black and mid thigh length and have the road runner on them but with flaming hair.

“Okay these’ll do.”

Gwen closes the door and locks it or as well as you can I one of these places and off comes her top exposing her big heavy perky perfect breasts…My inside tighten with a whispered. “Ow…”

Then she drops her bottoms…

The she looks at me.

Walks the two feet to get to me and runs both her hands through my hair and holds my head kind of aggressively and growls a little.

“We’ve been talking and dancing around this all day…”

“What about just wanting a guy friend and no pressure and that stuff.”

“I still want that, I just…just watching you work…those slender muscles, those abs leading down to actually a pussy has me just too hot…curious…”

“Really?”

Gwen’s hands let go of my head and she slides them down my arms and my sides, over the muscles that I do have and undoes my pants then kissing me hard again she picks me up by my butt and sets me on her dresser/make-up table.

“Mmm..yeah really…” She takes my hands and puts them on her chest and I swear there’s nerves in my hands connected to my new equipment because I ache and can feel myself getting….

“Oh….ohfuck Gwen….” It’s a shocked whisper as she slinks a hand first down my abs again and into my panties a hand that’s not mine gliding over hot wet achy bits. I feel the space between those fingers slipping back and forth over my lips…my clitty being grazed by the space and the warm bumpy flesh between her middle and ring finger.

“Oh wow you’re so wet Tracy…” She’s keeping her voice low. “C’mon taste me, c’mon find a nipple…oh…”

It doesn’t take much convincing for me to lean over and I take her breasts in my hands being gentle because I’ve learned a lot about stuff from my TG site talks and boobs are sensitive…but I’m so entranced by them and tasting them and her skin and her sweat and the sunscreen…and I’m hunching my hips into her hand because she just went from rubbing me to sinking her two middle fingers into me…

It’s…it’s…her hand goes hang ten sort of with her two middle fingers together slipping over my clip on the backside of her hand while the rest is like grip and leverage…it’s the crease from her two fingers gliding over me back and forth like a effing violin and every time there the double bump on me of her knuckles….

I’m trying to keep up and really…I can’t move my hips fast enough and abandon my mouth’s work to try and moan out my pleasure but she kisses me to “Shhh baby…” me and I cum in her hand and we kiss hard and fast and I can’t help but to wrap my legs around her arm as she keeps going.

“Wow…fuck Tracy you’re hot…strong so strong…ride it…ride it…C’mon boy show me what your pussy’s got…”

I actually like the dirty talk…I like her calling me boy… “Okay…okay Gwen you think you can handle it…c’mon touch me, touch my more…touch me dirty like you do yourself…c’mon I wanna make your hand cramp.”

We’re kissing hard and fast and deep and I’ve never done this and I tense up and flex and clench my teeth through my second cum and she’s running her free hand all over my body…my muscles.

“Awesome just effing awesome…fucking awesome body…strong, sexy…”

She does this inhale… “Wrap those legs around my hips Tracy…”

It’s a really strange thing to even think about doing and I unwrap them from her wrist and pull them up and then settle them down over her hips and she picks me up and turns and pins my weight to the wall with hers and her breasts pushing into me as she uses the change in position to wall-fuck me.

I wrap my arms around her and hand on for dear life it seems as she makes me cum twice more….my face buried into her shoulder and her flesh crying out each time into her to muffle it.

She stops and starts laughing quietly and panting too.

“What…what’s so funny?” I’m not lying when I’m saying I’m feeling sensitive and emotional and exposed with my legs wide and her hand inside of me.

“My…My…My hand actually cramped…” Okay I’m starting to laugh too and whoa that feels different with someone inside of you.

“Gotcha…” I grin at her and she grins back.

“Yeah you did…so you jerked off before….so what’s better that or this?”

“This…girl…this boys pussy is yours whenever you want it that was just beyond amazing…”

“Really so it’s better?”

“Yeah, kinda…it’s.”

“I fucking like it too…It’s hot like I never figured…straight but not, lez but not and…just…”

I kiss her and then turn her and lift her up onto her make-up table she giggles out a “Tracy!” before slapping a palm over her mouth. I snag her office chair and take a seat. “You ever have a guy go down on you?”

“No…”

“Good then it’s my turn…I’ve never had it happen to me yet either but having the parts and the things she did to me has given me ideas.

I lower my face between her legs and she’s so soaked herself she’s trickling juices and her thighs are sticky halfway to her knees. I kiss and taste there first and look at her. “Oh really?” She nods and blushes and gasps as I start…I start by cleaning her up. But I have just a finger between her legs and just the tip of it tracing up and down playing with the wetness.

“Mmmm….dirty, sticky, juicy girl…”

“Ohfuck Tracy…”

………………………………...................Okay the truth is we got about equal yay time before we headed off to shower and I went first so she could clean up her room and febreeze out the smell of the sex.

My jaw’s actually a little sore as is my tongue but in a good way. Unless you’ve done this kind of thing before then you will use muscles that you normally don’t use.

But after the sex and the showers it’s all afterglowy but you’d think we’d be all over each other but we’re not. It’s smiles and shared looks and yet I feel so really laid back while helping get stuff for supper there and call home and tell them that I’m still there and we’re having a BBQ and are going to enjoy the pool.

Gwen’s parents invite them over but dad says mom’s out for the count after her OCD marathon work session. She’ll do that just get obsessed with what she’s doing until it’s done and then it’ll all catch up with her.

It’s a nice afternoon really some rock we can stand being played and lots of food mostly hot dogs and burgers with potato salad but I think it’s easy over the money. There’s some adults other than Gwen’s parents and her sister’s and they have friends over and there’s a lot of people even some of their neighbors sowing up. Everything’s good until just one clued in on what and sort of what I am and then it was starting to get weird.

I was good with it and well it was sucky in that whisper, whisper way but I had a few choices…stay and put up with it and make the party suck maybe. Lose my shit and get angry which isn’t really a choice or bow out gracefully.

I text dad and get him to call me and I excuse myself.

“Uhm that was my Dad, I should be heading home. They still are kind of nervous about me being out and stuff.”

Gwen’s dad nods. “You’re okay right we didn’t push you too hard today if you’re still healing?”

“No sir it’s just…it’s just some people don’t get this wasn’t my choice and they’re not the nicest bunch sometimes so they’d like me home off the streets before dark.”

Okay yeah it’s a bit thick but kind of true and as I’m talking I’m rubbing at some of the bigger road rash scars drawing attention to them. I get my bike and head out with Gwen jogging over before I start off.

“You don’t have to go Tracy, they can go fuck off for all I care.”

“No, this is the best idea, I get to look reasonable and they might have learned something.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, and Gwen….”

“Yeah?”

“We cool, I mean good.”

“Yes…holy fuck Tracy, I’m the one with all the estrogen but you’re the drama queen I frikking swear.”

“Okay, okay…kinda wanted to know where I stood.”

“You didn’t until we were done bitch.”

“Mmmm, you too though juice box…you were so wet I should’ve brought a straw.”

We look at each other and start laughing at each other. I head out pedaling and she calls out. “I’ll talk to you later if the crowd gets to me.”

“Okay!”

I bike home taking more less traveled streets just in case what I said might happen might actually happen and make it home and head up to my room and fall face down on my bed smiling.

We…

And we didn’t get freaky and weird about it.

But I don’t think it was a hook up was it?

My phone rings and I take it out and take a look, I don’t know the number. I turn it on. “Hello?”

“Uhm, Tracy?”

“Yeah…”

“Uhm it’s Sophie.”

What a good boy…Chapter 11

Chapter 11

I’m surprised at the call and I roll over onto my back. Wow…okay even after some time and everything I’m still sort of feeling loose and yayish inside after Gwen.

“Hey, what’s up Sophie?”

“Did I call late?”

“No, no I’m good just got home from Gwen’s.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…” She didn’t so much as say or ask if we’re together as much as getting her own idea. “We uhm…yeah.”

“Okay…”

“Are you alright its Saturday night and you’re calling me.”

“So?”

“I just figured you’d be out.”

“I was, he was kind of lame.”

“Lame?”

“He was too black.”

“Uhm Sophie you’re black.”

“Yeah and he was too black for me.”

“I’m so not getting it.”

“Oh he was so black he was talking gangster and he was blasting his rap in his car ad he was swearing all the time and always talking about how the man was oppressing him.”

“Oh and that’s bad?”

“Yeah for one thing okay there’s some prejudice stuff that happens like once in a blue moon here in town like mostly dumb stereotypes. But we’re really not like living in “Gangster’s paradise.” here. I mean Derek’s dad’s a pharmacist at Shopper’s Drug-Mart his mom sells houses….they bought him his car. God he was just so fake.”

“Why’d you even go out with him them?”

“He’s got a car, Hello…”

“So, there’s a lot of assholes Sophie with cars. Maybe date a guy that doesn’t have a car?”

“Okay…right.”

“Okay then still why him you could date anyone you wanted to?”

“No I can’t. There’s not that many dateable guys.”

“Huh?”

“Well I get tired of the ones that think I’m easy. They see black girl and think I’m going to put out, or they see black girl and they’re scared to ask me out. Derek had the guts to ask me out but he went all asshole on me and fake.”

“He called you a bitch?”

“Yes!”

“Like in the rap songs.”

“Gawd yes it was bitch this and bitch that and all you bitches just want the same thing.”

“To have someone pull you into their arms with some sweet music playing and kiss you until you feel the rest of the world and the bullshit get further away?”

“……………….Y..yeah.”

“He sounds like a right royal dick head Sophie you’re better off without him.”

“………………..Y..yeah….uhm Tracy?”

“Yeah?”

“What was it like?”

“What?”

“Sex with Gwen?”

“Honestly?”

“Yeah…?”

“Amazing, it was the most intense thing that I’ve ever been part of.”

“Oh…so the time when you kissed me?”

“Was so good Sophie…look I’m still learning stuff, still trying to figure me out and stuff.”

“So you two are seeing each other now?”

“Actually no.”

“No?”

“It was great Sophie but it was kind of one of those things were we just happened… afterward Gwen was right back to being Gwen. I mean it wasn’t like she acted like we never but she acted like it never changed things really.”

“Oh?” She sounds confused.

“Yeah, me too. I loved it, it was amazing better than the dream I had.”

“Dream?”

“Wet hot dreams.”

“Oh…” She sort of sounds down?

“Sophie?”

“Uhm Yeah?”

“I had dreams about you too.”

“Oh…me?”

“Uh-huh….”

“Gawd what was I doing? Wait do I really want to know?”

“You were making me cum.”

I hear her swallow over the phone. “Oh…how…?”

“You really want to know?”

“I’m curious…I guess.”

I close my eyes and remember… “Well it sort of started in the locker rooms…I was cheering you girls onto the win and it was after the game and you pulled me into thank me by kissing me. Kissing led to touching and then you said that you wanted my cock and pull my jeans down and saw what was there and you said…even better…and kissed me and…ummmm…started to finger me.”

“I…I was the one that started it?”

“Ummmmm…ah…yeah….”

“Why?…”

“You’re a jockette…all that girl muscle you have and you’re fucking awesome…mmmm.”

“No I meant why would I do that...?”

“Uhm…it was a dream?...mmm…”

“Tracy?”

“Yeah…”

“Are you?”

“Yeah…”

“Tracy!”

“Sophie…damn…I…you were so strong and so hot and took control…I mean…it wasn’t just control like that but you wanted me…as…as much a freak as I am you wanted me and you took me into the locker room and fucked me…”

“Tracy…” I hear he swallow again. “Tell me what I did…” her voice got breathy….is she?

Oh she is…she’s got her hands down her panties just like me.

I’m having phone sex! No seriously you know one of those times when you can just tell…I’m so having one of those times.

“Well you layed me down on the bench in the girls locker room and started to peel the rest of me clothes off of me.”

“Uh….huh…”

“And I remember it was chilly and I was all chillbumps but there was so much heat in your breath…oh…”

“I breathed on your neck…bit you…mmmm?”

Oh…this is where it’s going? Okay, this is so cool.

“Mmm….yes…kissed me…hard, deep…french like so good it fooled me into thinking my tongue was something else….oh….bit…you went down and bit my Adam’s apple…”

“Oh….oh…then I kissed my way down and sucked on your nipples?”

“Yeah….”

“And even though you’re a boy they got so hard?........ah…”

“Mmmm-hhnn…oh Sophie…oh…touch me Sophie…”

“I..I am…in…Just like the locker ro..room…” She’s panting, I’m panting…god I’m so close to cumming again…I though women were like less horny than guys…Gwen…Sophie…hell my own slippery vee hasn’t slowed me down…it’s only made newer…more things happen…

“Yes…! Like in the locker room! Slide down me Sophie…touch me there, kiss me there. taste meeee….uhn….open me up make me wet make me so hard I think I’m losing my fricking mind…open my legs hold me…yank me in…oh…fuck…grind…grind…grind your pussy on mine! Fuck me Sophie…Sophie….oh…I’m…I’mmm….”

I moan like crazy and cry out into the phone and I hear her…Moaning her way through her own orgasm…..

It’s quiet and breathing after that….

I feel like I’m made of rubber.

All I hear her say is. “Oh my fucking god….” It’s this freaked out sound too…like wow mixed with a lot of oh no…

And she hangs up on me.

…………………
Wow…..that kinda hurt….

I roll over face down into the bed and have this just stunned moment and like I said it hurt. It hurt and it’s bringing up the whole freak thing and that I might have taken things too far…but she said…and then the whole being like this and all the uncertainty and the pent up fear gets out and I break down a cry for awhile.

It’s not girl crying it’s scared freaked out teenager crying.

I stop after awhile.

……………….....

Sigh…FML….

I call Gwen.

“Mmm…hello?”

“Shit I woke you up.”

“Yeah it’s okay…it was one of those had an extra bowl of ice cream and rubbed one out in the shower kind of things, usually I’m up.”

“Uh…yeah speaking of rubbing one out…I had phone sex with Sophie.”

“Oh…was it good?”

“Yeah it was fucking great but…”

“But?”

“Hey she started it and then afterwards she’s all freaked out by it and she just hangs up on me.”

“Oh…well shit she’s likely freaked, I mean she was freaked out about that kiss.”

“She was?”

“Yeah she was really into it and you were kind yet strong and wanted her…like really wanted her and not the other stuff she gets but the more she thought about it the more vagaphobic she was getting.”

“Oh so this might be her having a freak out if she’s straight or not?”

“Yeah…more than likely. I’ll give her a call and stuff and let you know how things are going and what happened.”

“Okay.”

“Good, just relax Tracy it’s just life…nothing serious. Take a bath, watch a movie play some x-box and I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay…yeah…”

It’s life…nothing serious…I shake my head as I’m hanging up.

“Right….”

I’m still just…this is not the way I wanted the rest of the night to go…I put on some heavy metal music and grab my gloves and go and try to work my way out of this hole using my punching bag.

What a good boy…Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Sophie and the whole thing really got into my head. I worked on my boxing bag last night until my hands and wrists were aching and my knees and shins were sore. I’m not really trained like for real but I’m sort of into kick boxing.

I had a long bath and spent another three hours in front of my Xbox trying to get things out of my head.

Really, c’mon I was obsessing over this like some girl. I might have the part but not the brain.

Even watching porn barely took my mind off the phone call. I curled around a pillow and didn’t really sleep that good. But I really didn’t sleep well until it was really late and that was exhaustion.

I wake up and I get dressed into just something to work out with and go down stairs and get some juice. Mom’s on the couch with dad deep into their Sunday ritual of lazy food and them on the couch usually watching PBS. “I’m going out for a serious bike ride we need anything?”

“Go ahead and look.” Dad says. “My wallet’s in my jacket.”

I look and we’ll need a few things so I take sixty and grab my backpack and some cloth grocery bags to take with me. “I took sixty! I’ll bring things back.”

I get my bike and I head out to the highway and head down it to the far side of town and pull back into town using the overpass. I’m just out to drive, to get stuff out of my head and my heart and get my blood flowing. I go past the CP rail yards and the big grain elevators there and sot of zig zag through the warehouses until I hit the regular streets and even then I don’t take the main streets really. I like going through these side streets just driving and looking. A lot of people really barely know their hometown and I always find something cool to look at.

Like Edison street. It’s just a small street but it’s old no sidewalks or even lines in the road and it’d be rough for two cars to pass each other here. I love the trees though. It’s got these huge old willow trees and they make this cool hanging canopy here.

Stuff like that or cool yard features and even those really cool old houses sort of recharges me along with the fresh air and the biking too getting my blood pumping and getting me clean inside like I’m sweating out the bad stuff and replacing it with fresh air and sunshine.

I stop at Harrison’s Esso and get a big bottle of lemon-lime Gatorade and a banana and head off biking again until I start to feel it getting harder to keep biking and I head to the Superstore and go and get the stuff we need. Eggs, butter, tomatoes, some bread and milk plus I see some seafood on sale I’m all for trying something different and get some of those prawn things and get the guy at the counter to double bag them and toss some of that crushed ice in the bag too. I also get some packs of random bits they call chowder mix. I might be able to make a stir fry. Thinking that I get a sweet potato too.

It’s a harder bike ride home with my pack full and two bags on my handle bars but I want this…I want the burn.

I’m really achy in a good way and rubbery feeling when I take the groceries in and put the stuff in the fridge and head up to my room and take a long cool shower. Then I go to the computer and look up some ideas for the seafood and head down with my stomach growling.

I grate the sweet potato and dice and onion and a bit of garlic and then toss it all in a pot with a can of Hunt’s spaghetti sauce and then take the seafood and toss it into a non-stick pan with some olive oil. The mix pack’s like trimming from salmon and tuna and trout with some sea scallops tossed in that were nicked or too small to sell in the packs of scallops there. The prawns need de-shelling but are cleaned with the heads off so that’s not a big deal. I put the scraps in first because I want to brown them.

I let them do that while I boil some spaghetti and then I add the prawns, they’re like shrimp and they all say not to over cook them so I toss them in last. I take a bit of pasta water and add it into the frying pan to lift the pan bits then add the seafood to the sauce in the pot take it off the heat and stir it together and then make a salad. Romaine, some mixed greens olive oil, salt, pepper, lemon zest and the juice from the whole lemon. We like lemon in our greens. I really like lemon with asparagus or even corn on the cob.

I make mine and make two plates for my folks and come into the living room and sit down on the floor after passing them there’s.

Mom looks at me. “Better?”

“Yeah, much.”

“Biking does that for me too, the sense of movement clears me.”

I look at her, maybe some of the way that I obsess is from her. I’m not Aspergers that I can think of really I mean aside from me being really different now I’m not that socially out of things.

But maybe like in degrees? I dunno. “I like the exercise, the rush and feeling the burn, it’s like well I dunno just like it keeps me thinking straight easier.”

Dad nods. “I used to be really into hiking when I was your age.”

“I could be into hiking.”

“Maybe we’ll do that, take a day and go like fishing or something.”

“That’d be cool we haven’t gone fishing for a long time.”

Mom’s eating but looking at both of us. “Next weekend, I’ll try not to have work piled up then so I don’t fall into the machine.”

Mom does that, she gets on something and she’ll keep working until it’s done only barely stopping to do the stuff a body needs to do. She makes good cash even working from home but she really get’s mono focused on it.

“The fresh air will do you good.” Dad and I say to her at the same time and sort of as one of our kind of jokes we add. “You’re too pale.”

And she is, she sometimes is good but sometimes she’s I guess fed up with trying to fit into outside in the everyday and she’ll stay in. Plus she works inside with computers all the time she is on the pale side.

I watch a bit of TV with them a show about the whole changes in United States politics from the 50’s until like now. It’s a little too homeworky for me but it’s still kind of informative and stuff but I’m mostly into my food. I take the dishes when we’re done and leave them in the sink. I cooked and fetched they can do the few dishes left in the sink.

I head upstairs and to my room and put on some tunes that’s easy to listen to yeah…a nice mix with BNL and some Sugar Ray, Hootie, Smashmouth, Beatles and stuff like that. I crash on my bed and actually take a post lunch Sunday snooze and just listen to my tunes.

I get up about two thirty and grab my books and do my homework more to get it out of the way. It might sound weird but I listen to meditation tracks doing my homework and light rock to sleep to.

I like waking up feeling happy and stuff like “I’m a believer.” I mean listen to that and not have a smile going. I can’t.

I like oriental flutes or pipes and the sound of rain while I’m doing my homework. I have moods I like to play music to.

Like now that I’m done my homework I’m getting ready to work out. So there’s more upbeat stuff. “Loving every minute of it.” By Lover boy is good to lift weights to.

I like to work out, it get’s me feeling like a guy. I’m not going for bulk, but cut? Oh yeah I actually can’t get this thought of a girl running her hands down my ab’s to my pussy or her mouth and tongue with kisses. I do a lot of sit ups…thirty between every other exercise that I’m doing on my bo-flex and stuff. I try and kagel too as I do them.

I even try to do so yoga stuff by watching stuff on a yoga website. Firm, toned and flexiable is so what I’m going for. Then after that some more time on the heavy bag getting in some practice and actually getting my head into that place where I’m in a fight. I’m a realist.

Sooner or later I’m going to have to.

I practice my punches, hard and fast…hard more than other stuff. See the harder you train at hitting something with force the more your body gets trained for it. I’m not big and I’m not going to be going on stuff to get all big and stuff…I mean I might be able to with enough hormones and other stuff but I just can’t get the desire to be sleek out of my head.

I know some people won’t get that having a Vee makes me want that but I want a girl to be attracted to me and most are going to be lesbians or lesbian trending ad the built big guy’s not really what they want.

And I don’t think it’s attractive in my own way either.

Sleek…I love the thought of that.

I work myself into a really good sweat and until I’m sore and then do a stint of jump rope until I’m winded then pace and breathe and finish with sit ups and kagels until I hit the wall and am sweating and laying on the floor.

It takes a few minutes to pick myself up and head downstairs and have a deli sliced turkey sandwich and get a large glass of milk then head back upstairs and turn on some more music and run myself a hot bath and soak while listening to Nora Jones.

I also relax and drift away into a nice nap and get out when the water’s cooled and get into some comfy panties and track pants and get a liter of chocolate milk from the fridge and settle in for some serious video gaming.

No one called all day. I really try not to dwell on that though.

I try a little something different at bed time trying some Whalesong tracks on my computer and never budged until my alarm goes off with “Rockstar.” going off loudly and I get up and do some more sit ups before my shower.

Breakfast is my meds and some vitamins a toasted deli sliced turkey sandwich with some tomatoes on it and a granola bar and a few mouthfuls of mixed greens as I make my sandwich. I have a small glass of juice and share a strong coffee with Mom who’s just getting up too and she has her usual granola and vanilla soy milk. Yeah we eat healthy or try to. I eat a good breakfast because I bike to school all the time unless it’s winter. Canadian winters in Sasketchewan isn’t bike weather.

Mom looks at me. “You alright?”

“Yeah just personal stuff had a close encounter of the female kind.”

She chews, looks a bit lost then nods. “Got it….need any advice?”

“No, I’m just going to let things go and see what’s the situation first even though I’m freaking out a bit despite me trying not to get all obsessed about it.”

“Obsessing over social things is normal Tracy…I was never any good at normal but obsessing I’m good at.”

“Yeah me too.”

“You’re sexually active now?”

“Yeah…sort of…” I’m blushing.

“I heard you the other day.”

Oh god just shoot me now.

“We should buy you some things Tracy.”

“Huh?”

“Pleasure aids.”

“Sex toys?”

“Yes.”

“Mom!? What the hell!”

“Tracy you’re sexually active or getting there a lot of women and girls have these aids it’s not an uncommon thing and nothing to be embarrassed about. I have some.”

“Mom!” I so didn’t want that image.

“Tracy, there are things to make up for the accident.”

I knew that I did but never thought I’d have access before I was out of the house and was working and legal aged.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. We’ll look online tonight and see what’s out there and I’ll order things for you.”

“Mom….”

“Tracy, I just want you to be happy, sex or being sexually active and enjoying it is part of that for most people. If you were born a girl we’d still be having this talk. It’s just something I see about parenting…I don’t want to treat you like an idiot…you’re a teenager…a young adult. I’m supposed to teach you things and hiding life from you isn’t right.”

“Okay mom…”

“So…?”

“So?”

“Tell me about your orgasms.”

I choke on my hot coffee.

“Mom!”

“What?”

I look at her and as embarrassed as I am she sort of has a point and I’ll say this about her and dad they don’t sugar coat life for me. She doesn’t hide it when she screws up too or hide when she needs help but doesn’t lean on me either. They still try to parent me and show me stuff. I think I know more about how my parents screwed up and got hurt from it than other kids my age. Like around the accident and Mom wanting me to go full on girl because she wanted me to have an easier time. But they never hid those feelings. So…yeah I sort of have parents I can tell anything to.

“Okay, but after school while we’re shopping?”

“Good, I’m looking forward to it.”

“Thanks Mom.” I kiss her cheek and go get dressed for school going for a lycra black t-shirt and my boy cut panties and cargo pants and fasten them and belt them to hip hug and show just a hit of my front of my panties and my abs. Yes it’s a skater girl look but I’ve got a Vee and I might as well use it. I have my own scent thing going too guy’s cologne just a little of it but I like the Polo sport and a nice citrus scented girls underarm deodorant just to get that sort of androgynous thing going on.

Yeah I’m getting a look and a feel. I’m getting more used to this.

I get my army surplus jacket and my book bag and some water and Mom passes me some money?

“Mom?”

“You have female friends and partners, shopping’s part of that.”

“But I’m not like that.”

“But you can treat, and you might see things you like anyways. You’re trying to get girls to like you well we’re highly visual too like men are and you need to play a bit on my side of the street.”

“Okay but don’t expect me to like buy a dress or anything.”

“It’s your money Tracy buy whatever you want.”

“Whatever?”

“As long as it’s legal.”

I laugh and hug her and grab a few bottles of water for my pack before heading off to school.

It’s an easy ride and I try to keep out of the traffic areas. Motorists can be stupid and I’ve learned that lesson once and I park my bike and lock it up and head into school drinking a water.

I see Gwen and Sophie and Gwen has her big easy grin on and Sophie smiles but ducks her head and blushes at me.

Okay…that’s a good sign right? I walk over and smile. “Hey.”

What a good boy…Chapter 13

Chapter 13

I walk to class with Gwen and Sophie and she’s so looking at me. Gwen does this side shift and then I’m walking between these two hot girls. Sophie’s looking at me as we head in from the halls to the cafeteria and Sophie’s getting us coffee’s while Gwen is getting some fresh cookies. The caf makes cookies in the morning and sells them all day but they’re best when they’re done in the morning.

Love a good soft fresh cookie. I don’t really like them any other time. But you know a serious advantage with hanging out this morning with Gwen and Sophie?

Watching them and other girls eating hot and melty chocolate chip cookies. The swoony sounds, the faces, the way they lick lips and suck away at chocolate. If I was heading towards being turned on I am now.

Oh yeah wow.

I try some myself too but I’m so not girling over the chocolate thing I really almost wish I did but I don’t want to be a girl so…but for me the best part is the fact they’re peanut butter…I really like peanut butter when it’s in cookies and stuff.

I take a drink of my coffee.

“So are we okay Sophie?”

“Uhm…yeah it’s just…”

Gwen grins. “She was all freaked out about being lesbian with you might mean she’s actually a lesbian with born girls.”

“I’m not a girl, I just have a vagina now.”

“Yeah and just because you have a sexual encounter with someone with one doesn’t lock you down to being one sexuality. It’s cool Tracy she’s over it.”

“Are you?”

Sophie nods but she looking a Gwen and blushing and I know that smile of Gwen’s. I look at Sophie again… “Tracy….”

I smile and step up and give her a hug and sort of hold her as I look her in the face. “Hey it’s okay…you still think you might like me?”

She nods. “Yeah.” She’s sort of looking around and we’re getting looks and she shyly bites her lip then gives m a kiss. It’s good and not one of those making out kisses but not a peck either. It’s good…I kiss her back and run my hands down her back to her butt and feel…she tenses flexing that great ass under my fingers and yep…wet.

If regular girls are as horny as I am then I so get why they go to the bathroom all the time and not because of the smaller bladder either.

I end up going to the ladies room and using a thin pad after a bit of touch and wipe. Then we’re off to classes.

It seems the kiss has become the talk of the school.

Frank shoves me into the lockers hard between classes and I come off of them and punch him hard and as fast as I can in his side. He staggers back and kids clear around us and I dance back my hands up. He glares at me, snorts. “Faggit.” but he moves away like he’s dismissing me.

I watch him go and see him reach over and hold the spot I hit before he makes the corner.

Sleek…speed equals power….how’d you like that asshole.

I’m revved up but okay through the rest of the classes until break ad apparently that’s making the rounds too.

I’m getting looks by a lot of people some are even appraising? Sophie comes over with Gwen and the girls and she gives me a chocolate milk. “Congrats, I heard you gave Frank back just as good as he dished out.”

“Yeah…I’m actually working on that stuff. I figure it’s not going to go away.”

Molly Parker one of the soccer girls laughs. “I was there and seen it Tracey you gave him back a lot more than he dished out.”

I blush a bit.

Gwen says. “Hey that’s our Tracy, cute guy, bit of a hot chic too, and the best of both worlds.”

Some of the girls are looking at me. I’m blushing but kind of smiling shyly. “Gwen…”

“No seriously Tracy, you’re a guy and a decent guy but you’ve got Vee now too and you’d just get stuff that other guys wouldn’t.”

Molly’s all. “But that’d be like lesbian stuff.”

“Or a guy that actually knows his way around a pussy.”

There’s some laughs but there’s some more looks. Honestly girls talk about sex and guys like this way more than people think they do. Then Gwen pulls my shirt up in the front and grins. “Check out the abs…”

“Gwen c’mon.”

“Tracy don’t sell yourself short.”

One of the other girls asks. “So how’d you do the BF/GF sex.”

Gwen answers for me…yeah you ever have that pushy chic as a best friend? “Fingers, thumbs, and oral…he could get a strap-on and never…never get soft and he’s like I said…he really knows his way around in the right ways.”

I’m really getting looks and Sophie…is she still staring at my abs?…maybe lower?

I decide to step up my own bit of the whole sexual conversation. “Mom’s going to let me do some adult toy shopping online.”

That got attention. There’s a collected mixture of Holy shit and WTF’s.

Molly asks. “You’d use them?”

I nod then shrug. “Hey even if you don’t have a penis you still masturbate.”

Gwen grins. “In my case a lot.”

There’s some laughs. Apparently Gwen’s always been a bit open and graphic. I look at them. “Hey I’m human and have needs too.”

There’s a lot of them sort of nodding but also some saying. “Lucky…god that’d be cool.”

Sophie nods. “I’ll agree to that…lucky, I’ve been with two guys that I’d never have been with if I knew I had something like that home.”

I look at her. She blushes and shrugs. “Sometimes we get horny too Tracy and rubbing one out and fingers only goes so far before you want more…and most of the time that guy that’s more turns out to be a mistake. You’re lucky because my parents, My Mom would not be that cool.”

Molly nods. “One of the reasons that Shawn MacDonald is never single. He’s kind of an ass but he’s got serious unicorn going on.”

“Unicorn?”

“Hung so much you really don’t believe in until you see it.”

I know Shawn and he’s kind of a cool guy but a player too and a bit of a butthead sometimes…it’s the swagger he gets pussy and lots of it and it’s gone to his ego.

The girls are laughing, some blushing and there’s a few comments about how it’s sometimes not finding a way to fix a bad boy but it’s the fact some of the bad boy asses can really shag.

We head back to our classes and I can’t help but to muse on the strange place I’m drifting into…guy, not guy…lesbian but not…getting some interest…And it’s all the girls, mind you not all the girls just kind of that jockette crowd. I’m either ignored by the guys completely, o some of them snerk and snark at me and some like Frank….need to get physical.

It’s like I sort of really match my name because It can be either, I’m not either…I’m both.

The other classes are iffy, there’s some teachers that still don’t like me because of this and some are just trying to tune me out. Shop’s still my thing really and I finish off the hope chest I’ve been doing. That’s an assigned project. I chose that instead of the gun rack because well we don’t have guns at home. Dad’s not a big outdoorsman the closest thing we have are some not very often used fishing poles.

I start my guitar well mostly it was getting the wood for the body together set and glued, that’ll take awhile to set and cure right the teacher said so I’m starting some things I want to take home. See in shop you can take home what you make or leave it for auction. If you make a lot of things them the teacher will charge you a materials fee.

I end up drawing out some stuff for my room. I want some serious shelves in like an entertainment unit for all my games and stuff. I kind of want a better room because I’ll be starting high school next year and I want to really have a cool room.

Which gets me thinking of other stuff I want and need.

Lunch is pretty normal with me grabbing a quick bite and going to the gym. It’s open to the students at lunch time to keep us motivated to stay in shape and I hang out with Sophie and the girls as they play a light game of five on five basketball. They’re not going into the sweaty zone but pony tails swishing and jiggle bounce and sway…God bless the jump shot and the three pointer shots.

Sophie…I swear she’s looking my way from time to time and she’s putting some extra jiggle sway shake in her moves. And her chocolate Hershey kissey nipples are hard and poking through her bra…and her top. I’m really in this happy spot and I can’t help but watch stare and get my backpack and jacket…I turn the folding chair around, drape my jacket over it facing me and put my backpack in front of me letting my jacket hold it from fall through the chair back.

I look like I’m leaning on my stuff.

In reality I’m pushing my achy Vee into my backpack full of books to sort of relieve things…it helps and it doesn’t. I’m watching Sophie with the damp palms, dry mouth and damp pussy.

She comes over and gets her bottle of water and I beckon her over. She smiles. “Hey…what…” I motion for her to get closer and she leans down and we share another kiss. “I so want to be your wishbone.”

She breaks the kiss and backpedals to the game a light smile on her face but her eyes are saying that she wants it too…that she wants to do bad things to me.

I want her to do bad things to me.

I catch a thumbs up from Gwen…I’m pretty sure she actually had sex with Sophie, she’s just. She’s Gwen and she’s not anything I thought she’d be but actually knowing her now I can’t see her any differently.

Afternoon’s English and Math and then I’m done. I might’ve stuck around for the practices with the girls but I head hope because of the online shopping that mom and I are going to have.

I’m a bit nervous, this is something that guys shouldn’t do with their mom’s. But honestly taking the thoughts from today into account I’m kinda both. I’ve got to find a way of making that work for me other wise my life will just really, really suck.

Mom’s out when I get home and dad too so I get my hands washed and start supper. Shake and Bake chicken easy and a house favorite. Then a salad…romaine, a bag of baby spinach, some cucumber sliced up and some honey sweet onion. I’m not a skilled kitchen person to like slice and dice but there’s a thing on the side of the box grater that’ll give you nice fine slices. We all like different dressings so that goes in the fridge and desert well we have ice cream.

Yeah…I do a lot for my folks but they do the same here and well mom’s different. But while you can be a kid for so long and a teen for so long you should not just goof off all the time as a teen. Life can kick your ass, it can do it fast….part of being a teenager is to get yourself together as a teen so once you’re out on your own you’re better prepared.

So…getting a job soon and a summer job. I’d like to get wheels by the time I turn sixteen. I head upstairs setting my watch to the oven and I set out my homework and stuff on my desk/table and change into my work out stuff.

Run on the spot, jump rope…stretches. Then start on my math do a page of problems, push ups, do a few more, then sit ups. I do my English reading with those. I prop the book up on a pillow tuck my feet under the bed and read do ten sit ups and hold the crunch until I’m done reading both pages. I do sit ups until I’m done the chapter and then I type out my report on my computer and fill in the hand in sheet.

I hit the bowflex and use that until I’m done the rest of my stuff. It sounds like a lot but it actually helps me concentrated because I can work out my body while working out my homework in my head and all that blood pumping and stuff keeps me sharp.

Y’know I’ve though about books and lessons on like download so I could listen to them while at the skate park. Or maybe even sleeping? They say people learn languages that way.

Before the heavy bag and my boxing I run down and take the chicken out and put it on paper towel to cool and drain. Then I stick it in the microwave, put the stuff I used in the dishwasher then head upstairs with a bottle of V-8 juice and a stolen wing from the chicken.

I have that before the bag and surf online for shelving units that I want to build and print instructions for making electric guitars for my shop class. I don’t need to, but y’know if you really meet them halfway then most teachers will go even further with you. It’s that whole want to learn being a big thing for them.

I just get done the boxing exercises and my shower when I hear Mom and dad pulling in. I get into my house sweats and an old baggy tee and head down to meet them.

Mom comes in with bags and so does dad and mom’s smiling and she looks at me. “Good news!”

“What?”

“I bought you some sex toys.”

“Mom!”

What a good boy…Chapter 14

Chapter 14

My dad looks at me then at my mom and he rolls his eyes and says

. “I’m going to the living room. I love you both but I am not mentally prepared in any way shape or form to have my wife talking to my son about sex toys.”

It’s almost funny except that I kind of am right with him on this one. Some things y’know just should have barriers.

Not with mom.

“Come lets take these things to your room.”

“Okay…this is more than a little weird.”

“No, it’s perfectly fine. I was there when we were with the doctors showing you how to dilate and now we’re sharing this experience we really have a lot more in common now Tracy than we had before.”

“Yeah a vagina.”

She actually beams. “And even though you decided really strongly on your own path with your gender and sexuality as your mother and the only parent with a vagina it’s my responsibility to help you through learning these things.”

“Okay…I’ll give you that much but isn’t a lot of this stuff up self explanatory?”

“Yes and no there’s a lot to learn about in regards to really using a sex toy and getting the best out of it.”

We head upstairs and to my room I have a nice house it was something else a business or something and it’s really a three story rectangular building that had been sold off and left to pretty much wait to get torn down as the area became residential until mom and dad bought it and added a side garage and made it sort of a brownstone kind of house after making it less ugly by putting in a serious yard.

We have our own privacy a lot even though we’re close and I’ll admit I’m a little spoiled in a way compared to some kids with half of the third floor being my room. It was smaller but ever since the accident mon had decided before I had even decided that her “daughter” was getting a full service bathroom and the rest of my room is just two rooms made into one and that gives me room for my bed and my desk and my bookshelves and my workout stuff. The other side of the third floor is storage since we don’t have an attic and the basement is the furnace room.

“Okay here’s what I have bought you.”

Oh…

It’s scary and intimidating and titillating all at the same time. There’s these small ones with ring like grips and an odd shape, then there’s what’s definitely several dildos in varying shapes and sizes…some are clear colored gel stuff or like silicone…two look like cocks…there’s this shiny silvery chrome bullet thing to that looks like one of my dilators and I’m pretty sure I know what that one is.

“Oh…whoa…”

“See this is a very broad subject and we should talk out the pro’s and cons of them. I’m actually really well versed in these matter Tracy.”

“Mom…what? Why?”

“I’m not right…not good with people, I used a lot of things too relieve myself sexually while I was lonely until I met your father.”

“Oh…” Okay given how mom can be I get that as an honest option. I’m actually disturbed at what an abusive guy could do to her. Regular people can be assholes enough and hard for her to deal with.

“Here…I even bought you a harness.”

She takes out a box and I really can’t believe it but can believe it… “You bought me a strap on.”

“Yes, if you still want to be a boy and identify as one if even in an odd sort of lesbian way then you really should have one.”

“Mom…people would get sorta pissed if they knew you were doing this.”

“Yes people get upset over a lot of things, but the fact is that with or without my blessing you’re already sexually active and you already have sexual partners. I just can’t see forbidding you to do such things as a workable strategy. So I just want you to have fun…be happy…I was very lonely at your age Tracy. I’m amazed at the way you can cope with everything and adapt…I’m bad at all of those things. I just really need to be a good mother…I’m not like other mom’s out there I know that but I need it more than…I…”

I give her a hug. She hugs me back. “I get it, I do…you’ve been judged by people all the time, they know that you’re the way you are and some of them are real jerks. You just need to show them you actually can raise a decent and stable kid.”

She nods. “Yes…I’m not good at the way you can put things either but yes…but it’s not a want but it’s like a need.”

“Yeah…it’s okay Mom I get it…you’re pretty cool no matter what anyone says.”

We break the hug and she holds the box with the harness up. “Strip.”

“Mom!”

“What you have nothing I haven’t seen, we’re more alike than different.”

Sigh… “Okay.”

I get undressed and it’s a little weird and it’s not. Getting changed and stuff around the girls and using the girls bathrooms have kind of desensitized me to the fact. Mind you I’m grateful that Mom isn’t getting naked because that’d be hellishly weird even for me.

It’s also a good thing Mom’s pretty clinical too.

But it’s at least as embarrassing as learning to dilate.

Several of the dildos are designed for both “normal” use and this but one has this part that slips into the wearer so as you’re doing our sex partner the motion is doing you.

The rest of the stuff is strange but also…like I said intimidating and thrilling. The little one with the V shaped parts is a rabbit? The V shaped parts are supposed to rest on the sides of my clit and it’s a vibrator.

It’s at least two hours of show and tell the super embarrassing mom edition. She does show me a really good website with this old lady doctor call Sue Johansson that is from awhile back but it’s a cable candid call in show about sex and everything related to it. I highly recommend watching it online because really this is the stuff we should be able to ask in Sex Ed. Classes.

Mom hugs me. “I love you, I’m going to go and placate your father, he’s had I think an embarrassing day. I’ll leave you to your privacy honey. Have good orgasms.”

“Mom!” I swear, I swear sometimes she must say things like that on purpose. It’s almost a face palm moment.

I do wait until she goes and I find a place to put my new things and I’m trying to figure out what…what do I want to try first?

I settle on getting a shower first and then get online and actually watch some girl on girl porn with strap ons.

Oh it doesn’t take long before I have this little fantasy in my head going and I get the silver bullet out first. It resembles my dilator, so familiar’s good.

I relax into the familiar feeling of it sinking into me but part of me is nerved up and keyed up so high with the possibilities it feels good…I’m…okay It’s not the same as jerking off but it’s better?

Just the drifting thoughts of Sophie kissing me and her taut athletic black body up against mine as she has her hand down between my legs and she’s making me sweat…move…hip roll into the vibe…then she turns it on.

“Oh…oh, oh, oh, oh…..Oooooh….”

I have it just backed out enough until it was just resting inside of me and I just gave the ring at the bottom the first turn but the hum…it’s buzzing though me…into my clit and the nerves from there…wired directly into my brain as it feels like the vibrations are making my brain bubble and steep in orgasmic brain fluids.

I move it….Sophie moves it over my clit more and more…I grab a pillow to muffle the first clenching cry…pillow but in my fantasy I’m head first into her perfectly perky chocolate breasts.

It’s so good…and I need more.

I’m a boy with a Vag…I’ve got boy feelings and boy sex drives…and there’s a reason nature denied guys a pussy of there own…because we’re greedy…I want more because I can have more…I’m not really sure medically why I can get off more than once but multiple times and it’s a way different thing than my old ones but…My boy brain wants more girl cums.

The buzzing makes me cry out as I sink it deeper and deeper inside and turn it up more and more until I’m rolled over face in my pillow both hands between my legs humping my hips in this whole involuntary way as I’m crying out well muffled as I cum again and again just picturing…locked into my fantasy of Sophie gripping me hard by my hips and fucking me hard…

I want that so bad….

Her or Gwen…taking me and doing these kinky, sexy, naughty things to me and I’m pushing into myself, into my hands and into my bed and my third is a screamer that leaves me sobbing…yeah…you ever get taken to this point you feel so damned good you are crying?

I just got there.

Crying and exhausted I just let go and go limp and there’s this strange little laugh that comes out of me as I feel my Vag muscles push out the vibe.

I’m going to say I passed out after that because I’ve never drooped into sleep that hard or that fast before…I just turned off my new friend and curled up sticking a pillow between my legs and curled up into my sheets.

It was about twenty after eight when I woke up and slept through supper. I have sticky sheets too when I wake up and I’m feeling…not sore…I thought I’d be sore but that was so…other than the sex part I think it actually massaged me inside in a good way.

I get a shower, toss on some sweats and take my sheets to the laundry room and I can hear mom and dad watching TV.

I come out to the living room and they’re watching some zombie show on cable. I’m not really into that stuff so I head off to the kitchen and they got take out. There’s the Styrofoam take out trays there and the folded boxes with Chinese food in them. I look through taking some of the stuff I like.

I’m not a big fan of the garlic or honey garlic ribs. I do however like Chicken balls, wantons, egg rolls, Rice…I love fried rice in just about every incarnation and they got me my favorite which is the shrimp fried rice. It’s just those small salad shrimp in it but there’s lots and there’s a bit of hot chili peppers and coconut added into it and they fry the shrimp first which is over cooking them but they get that fried crispy brown on them that partly comes off into the rice as it cooks.

It’s great workout food too…carbs with a lean protein and just bits of flavors that of just yummy…I also like the chow miens we have too. I like most veggies but chow mien has to be one of the best ways ever to eat veggies. Salsa has to be the second…I pig out and I’m bad for the sauces which I heat up in the microwave, cherry, plum and pineapple all go great with the chicken balls and the wantons. I use too much soy-sauce on my egg rolls. I just bite an end off and dribble it inside the egg roll…Eggrolls are awesome, I actually push some of the filling further down and I use it to scoop and fill it with the fried rice.

I love the magic bite where it’s half egg-roll filling and half fried rice and the salty hit of the soy-sauce and the crunchy outside.

Sometimes the little things in life are the best things.

I eat but I dig out some one of the bigger Tupperware containers and I make a lunch like one of those bento things with a bit of wax paper sheets separating the different stuff in there and I even dig out some rice and cook some more…I take the rest of the spare ribs and dump them in ribs and sauce and all once the rice is mostly done and stir it all it with some soy-sauce and a handful of diced green onion from the fridge. There’s enough for a good feed after I add the leftover beef fried rice to it. I have to put it in it’s own container but there’s enough for a bit for most of the girls.

There’s one good Chinese place in town and not everyone gets to eat there either, In this town pizza is Italian food and going to Swiss Chalet is fancy for a lot of people. You can’t get Mexican here except in the grocery stores or Arabic food or Jewish food we have a bunch of chains, so decent Italian places and one Chinese place and one Indian/Hindu buffet place mostly because of the immigrants though three of the pizza places here are Middle Eastern.

I hope they’ll enjoy it all.

It’s still a little head trippy that I’m starting to be friends with the jockette crowd. But it’s still cool that I’ve started making friends again.

I get some ice cream and make a milk shake and take it upstairs and start in on my homework and working out and make my bed. Yeah I do work out a lot but I’m still going for sleek….I never want to be big and bulked up but catlike…and hard…I want a girl to touch me and get all hot over the lean hard muscles and getting wet as I will as her hands and mouth glide down my ab’s to my Vag.

Okay….just thinking about that get’s me turned on again a little. I roll over and get my box of new toys and I try the strange looking unshaped silicone six inch dildo and it so strange and rubbery and semi-floppy but not and start with that…meh feels different, but it’s so much like my dilator only it has a strange texture…I try the rabbit vibe…that just feels odd and wrong too convoluted for me to enjoy. I get back to my silver bullet and get back into getting really going with that and once I’m good and wet and psyched up for it I take the eight inch silicone coated rubber realistic with the suction cup base…and insert it getting a grunting shock at the feeling…it’s the widest thing I’ve got and It’s stuffing me…

Oh…shit…I can feel the head and the ridges and veins they put on this beast and I’m being stretched…I breathe…whine…bite my lip and try to take it easy like when I was first dilating…

The feelings on the out stroke…all this good, not smooth sensations…it’s like the fourth or fifth time that my head flings backwards in orgasm and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

I fall into the sexiest dirtiest fantasy with me and most of the girls on the soccer and basketball teams there in the showers/locker room and they all have strap-ons and there’s this huge cummy…humping orgy and I’m being taken because it’s so lezzy hot to fuck a boy with a pussy…they all want to do it….I have to stop from being too sore…It’s pretty bad when you’re rough with yourself.

I’m just as wore out like the first time and barely set my alarm.

Bed, thump, coma…sore vagina.

……………………………….............................................Morning comes really fast.

I slept really good though and as much as I don’t want to move I roll off my bed onto the floor and start with twenty push ups and tuck my feet under my bed and do fifty crunches.

Ab’s…I really want my ab’s…that look.

Then I go use the bathroom. Get cleaned up, shower, Nair, brush my teeth…yes I’m keeping rid of my body hair…Sleek, smooth…take my meds and my vitamins oh and…

My Mr. Real….it’s water friendly…I took him into the shower and took advantage of the water and getting …It’s not as sore as last night but still so amazing and I want that…I want that just got seriously laid look going into school.

I dress, tight rayon stuff shiny black t-shirt, black boy cut panties, black jeans and a studded belt I go with black sport socks with skulls along the tops and sneakers. Nice deodorant and cologne just not like heavy actually unisex stuff and a few odds and ends. I should get my ears pierced.

It takes a minute to decide but I take out a tube of liploss cherry flavored and put some on. It’s not a girl thing so much as it’s a wanting to kiss girls thing.

I do check my look out in the mirror. Intersexy? I am showing just a bit of midriff like the girls do but only if I move the right way and while my jeans are sort of baggy in the legs they snug to my crotch saying pretty strongly that I’m not packing sausage.

I think I like the way I look. I bet I could definitely carry earrings off. Not the dangly stuff but stud types, small ones. I sort of look like that 80’s hair band androgynous look Bowie and them were all trying only I’m like a 2012 skater sporty version of it.

Better ass curves and breasts and I’d be a teen TV lesbian. Butchy but still this way though…I like this.

I get my books and one of those cloth carry out grocery bags and I take my skateboard to school instead of my bike for a change. I still stay out of the heavy traffic and no I-pod and watch wear I’m going and I’m wearing a helmet too. I have a couple of nice ones that are black with some good decal patterns on them.

I get there early actually and hang in the side parking lot with some of the other skate kids. I get marginal acceptance there. They’re really a let you be you bunch because they are stoned half the time. No seriously I saw like five different people blazing up one while I was skating and waiting for Sophie and Gwen.

I am trying to bump up my board skills too. There’s nothing that will get you respect like actually having some skills. Mine are crap in my opinion buy I can sort of ride the ramps and not fall too much on the shitty half pipe we have. I’m not stair hopping, or grinding a rail yet. I can curb grind a bit but just a bit.

I think I’m getting looks though from some of this crowd too. But it’s way more like friendly or neutral curiosity. Though there’s the Goths and that Emo-Crowd that seem to accept me a bit more because of some Addams family requirement?

I even get “Hey’d” by Morgan she’s like a full out lesbian and goth-emo queen vampire or some such. I “Hey” back and sip at a bottled water giving her a show of my midriff and down. She flirts? Back with her licking her black painted lips and showing off her tongue stud.

Oh…I wonder what that’d feel like.

I give her a smile but skate away and over to the bus area as Gwen and Sophie are getting here and I slide over smiling. Gwen looks me up and down… “You look good.”

“I feel good, great actually.”

“Great?”

“Great as in didn’t shop online but she bought me lots of fun new amazing toys to play with.”

Gwen grins and Sophie’s mouth is open. I step close and kiss her. She get’s this surprised wide eyed look that settles into half lidded as I run my hands over her hips. I whisper into her ear. “Oh yes this really awesome vibe and I just ell into thinking of you with it kissing me and pressing those hot brown aching breasts into my chest as you sank it into my pussy over and over making me shake…shiver…and cum…I was saying…So…phie…into my pillow over and over…and again thinking of these hips moving with that big eight inch strap on salsa dance sex sliding it to me…your fingernails digging into my hips…”

She gasps and shivers and her eyes get this little far off look and she bites her lower lip very hotly. Her nipples are poking through her bra and shirt pretty impressively.

“Oh…oh fuck Tracy…”

I smile at her and kiss her softly again…

“Can I play too?” Gwen pouts sexily.

“Uh-huh…I so had this fantasy about the three of us.”

Sophie blinks. “Uh…the three of us?”

“Sure…I like you, I like Gwen and just thinking about what you too did get’s me aching to have you both…”

Sophie blushes…yes, black folks can blush and it looks seriously cute on Sophie.

“Oh…oh wow…”

“Yeah, it was so hot I was so unable to have a whole shower session before school.”

“Really…?”

“Uh……huh…” Softly and slowly.

“But you didn’t fantasize of using it on me…us…”

“Oh of course I did…but you’re so fucking hot, and great on the court and athletic that I am so falling for this fantasy of you as this hot she-stud.”

She shivers some more and stares at me. No words but she’s in mid sexy daydream I can tell.

The bell rings. “Gotta go, oh I brought lunch for us we’re having Chinese if you want to.”

I skate to the doors and carry my board into the school and I can definitely feel Sophie and Gwen watch me go. Watching my body, it’s a very heady and sexy feeling.

I think that’s good and fair really that I get to be the hot sexy teasing one for a change. Heck the girls do that to us guys all the time. I kind of feel….powerful?

I hear Sophie. “He…ow…He…He tasted like cherries….”

What a good boy…Chapter 15

Chapter 15

I’m not sure if it’s the sex.

It’s likely the sex.

I’m calling what I’m doing sex, like with the toys.

It’s been two days since T-day and I’ve been really, really active with them. I’ve gone to school and hung around Gwen and Sophie and I’ve had no problem when it’s with them about admitting just how awesome it is. Then I’ve been going to my classes and really happy and chipper and right in the zone where not much can get me down and honestly I’ve felt sexy.

Most of the week I’ve felt this way actually. I’ll hang out and even go to their practices in the afternoon and yell and cheer for them as they do and get myself all wet and wired up while watching them and letting my mind drift into all sorts of fantasies about the jockettes.

Almost all of them actually…all the girls on the basketball team and the soccer team are really athletic and hot in their own ways…long legs…fast…sweaty…some of them have these really great muscles too and they run and shimmy just by the nature of being girls and on the soccer field…they grunt when they hit or slam into each other or let loose with a really powerful kick…that deep “Ughn…” wow it’s just semi-orgasmic…I dream and play out these fantasies about most of them really glad I have a pad or a tampon handy as I get really juicy but Gwen and Sophie aren’t just my friends and they really are my friends but they’re also my chief staring members of my fantasies.

Gwen’s just Gwen and she’ll talk dirty and slyly sexually right back but Sophie is just sooo much fun because as much as I’m actually being team supportive and cheering them all on I root for them and all the good stuff I’m also very naughty with her…

Like showing her a picture of my Vag and fitting the strap-on onto me…and whisper into her ear.

“See…see…it’s so hot Soph…there’s that bit that slips inside of your pussy and it moves and slides and grinds inside of you as you take that hefty eight inches and you hold me down with those toned coffee arms of yours and sink it into my pussy…”

“Tracy…”

“I dream of that…you all tough yet sweet this jockette angel taking over everything in the bed and pinning me down and fucking me until I can’t help it and I cry out… So…phiiiiie…”

“Tracy……fu..ck…”

She’s so much fun because I’m whispering it and it’s getting to her because she’s crossing her legs and she squirms in her seat…

I’ll admit…it’s fun being sexy for someone….it’s fun to have this kind of power. I get why girls tease sexually with guys. Not that I’m into guys I’m not but it’s so much a rush to turn the tables in a way.

………………As messed up as what happened was and is I think I love my life…or at the very least I love the new me.

And home…after school the first thing I do is hit my bed stripping down juicy and drenched and aching from being so turned on all day and go from my silver bullet to sometimes my larger friend… then a nap and then a shower and again in the shower…I think I’m at least hitting three or four times before I am worn out for awhile.

Honestly I don’t know how girls don’t just loose themselves from the whole multiple orgasm thing…if all guys could feel what I’m feeling no guy would ever really get stuff done.

But I love the afterglow…I have no idea if it’s the same but it’s that sex stone that come from getting off and after getting off so much and being that physical with myself I’m just so relaxed and not tired but loose in this really good way and I just sort of mellow my way through supper and my homework and reading a little…that’s another thing I’m doing. I’m reading some actual books because it’s supposed to make you smarter and I’m mostly into science fiction or fantasy but I’m trying some just plain fiction and spy or mystery stuff too or I will be…I am reading a minimum of one chapter a day but I’ve been going further in the book I’m currently reading.

Anyways…once there’s everything done it’s online to chat or play video games for awhile and then working out.

Working out get’s my adrenaline going which get my blood pumping and that get’s me awake enough that I want some more fun when I hit the shower before crashing for the night and the very first thing lately waking up has been me reaching for my silver bullet and having an orgasm to wake me up instead of my coffee.

And my “friends” join me in the shower…crazy freaky boy sex drive with the whole vag happy yay OMFG!

I hit school sore and really, really happy…like today…

Happy and naughty and whispering these things that have been my fantasies in her ear.

Sophie is whining at me and squirming in her seat and I so get that feeling…and I smile at her giving her this wicked grin. “Mmmm…well now you know how I feel when I’m looking at you most of the time…”

“W..What..?”

“Yeah…I can’t help it Sophie you’re smart and sweet and nice and you’re a really great athlete and add all of that to a girl that’s sexy and incredibly beautiful and I just can’t help but to look at you and just sink into these fantasies about being with you.”

“What about Gwen?”

“Gwen too but she’s different…my friend way more than a deeply involved lover that I want to give myself to.”

“Give yourself…?”

I nod. “Sure…it comes with the equipment I think…I know how it feels and I want you I do and I’d love to have my way with you too but just the thought of how you’d just light up inside when you’re in control instead of someone that has to “Drive”…that thought…”

I cross my legs and squirm a little myself as I learn over the edge of the cafeteria table to whisper to her again. “You’re getting me so damp it’s costing me a small fortune in pads…”

“Oh…”

“Yeah oh…”

She blushes. “I can have a sleepover tonight after the soccer game if you want?”

“We’ll be there.” Gwen offers for her.

“We?” I look at her.

“I’m coming too so Sophie doesn’t chicken out and besides with the two of us it’ll actually look a lot more innocent.”

I look at Sophie. She blushes and looks at Gwen and she nods… “Yeah but can we go and do some stuff like after the game and everything…I just don’t want it to be all y’know…”

“Sure how about we all meet at the mall hang out together and maybe catch a show or decide on some movies and stuff to rent and get stuff to actually hang out all night and if something happens then it happens and if it doesn’t we’ll still have fun.”

“So it just won’t be about the sex?” She asks kind of hopeful and kind of bashfully. God she’s so fucking cute like that and when she’s on the court she’s so hot and fierce…it’s thrilling that she’s actually like that but I can also get where she’s coming from in my own way.

“No, we’re friends way before and after any of that you girls are actually my best friends.”

Gwen grins. “Exactly but who’s your best friend?”

“Neither, I love both of you equally…you’re my white chopstick and Sophie’s my dark one but you can’t eat by chosing just one.”

We actually end up laughing at that and we head off to our classes and stuff and the rest of the afternoon doesn’t suck that much even with Frank giving me these looks and bumps in the hall.

He hasn’t quit all week either but neither do I.

He bumps me and I hit him hard with a punch.

Maybe at some point he’s going to get it that I’m not taking his shit or anyone elses and I will defend myself.

I’m stowing my books that I won’t need in my locker and grabbing the stuff for the game that I brought with me out of it and I’m heading off to get changed when Frank comes out of no where and he grabs me and he punches me in the stomach…I’ve both hands full so I can’t really defend myself and he shoves me into one of the janitors closets.

He hits me again hard and he drops me to my knees. “Right where you belong you little faggot you’re going to suck my dick or I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”

He’s kidding right?

I got run over by a damned SUV? He thinks I’m actually afraid of the pain he can dish out?

He’s got his fly open and pants down and he’s trying to force his boner into my mouth.

I reach up and take it in my hand…

It feels really strange…I hold it and stroke it and he’s going “Yeah, yeah fag that’s it.”

I move my mouth closer and I turn my head sideways like I’m going to kiss the shaft and as yeech as it is I bite down hard!

Frank screams and I follow up before he can hit me with an uppercutting slap to his balls.

He goes down in a pile and now that we’re at the same height I headbutt him and while he reels back I punch him hard in the face.

I get up and grab him by the hair…

“Suck you?!, Blow You?! No you like blowjobs why don’t you suck me!”

There’s this…sniffled… “Okay…”

And Franks pulling down my pants!?

And I’m all What the hell until his mouth meets my vag…oh….

Oh…he’s not Gwen but he’s…

Frank…is eating me out…

Frank?

So…?

So is this like…a guy having a crush and freaking out in a wigged out way because his crush is contrasting with the fact that it’s supposed to be gay?

Like some little boy teasing a girl he likes.

“Oh…oh fuck Frank…there…there…lick…suck…suck…”

He’s doing it too…Until I cum…pretty hard actually from what the adrenaline or the kink or…?

“Frank?”

“Yes…” It’s quiet and he’s got his face, his forehead pressed into my pubic bone.

“You like me don’t you…”

“Kinda…”

“Okay…you’re being a complete fucking asshole.”

“Sorry…”

“You want to fuck me right?”

He does this shrug of his shoulders.

“I’m not into guys.”

“But…we just…”

“I know…but I’ll tell you what…if you stop being an asshole and start acting like a decent human being I’ll make you a deal.”

“Wh…what kind of deal…?”

“You let me think about whether or not I want to try sex with you but only…only if I get to fuck you first…”

“Huh…how’s that any different than…”

“With my strap-on…”

“Oh…”

“Oh…think about it…and never ever grab anyone like this ever again…you could be so fucking charged you know that…”

“I know…you were driving me crazy…”

“Yeah I get that and Frank…crazy’s not attractive.”

I push him away and I pull up my pants and my underwear and head out of the closet and there’s no-one around so I grab my things from the floor and I head to the girls bathroom to get changed and I’m both shaking from fear, rage and I’m turned on and confused as hell.

I was honestly expecting one hell of a fight not him to get all submissive and stuff…hell I don’t even know what I’m felling right now I’m feeling so many things.

What he did was so, so fucking wrong but he went so…

Submissive…and…

Wow I need to really think about this, this was never going to be on the list of things that I thought would ever happen to me.

What a good boy…Chapter 16

Chapter 16

I’m shaking still a little as I head out of the girls bathroom down to the game and I’m dressed in a pair of those tight high riding shorts that the team is wearing and one of their jersey’s and some sneakers and I head out to the playing field and watch the girls play and I’m yelling and cheering for them running along the side lines sometimes getting my mind off the whole WTF moment.

I mean Frank sexually assaulted me but when I fought back and took control it was like he just became someone else and that person wasn’t like anyone I’ve ever heard of before.

I’m batting that around in my head when the ball’s down the other side of the field. I think there’ a lot more to Frank than I get really and I’m going to keep what happened to myself. Yeah I could bring it up and talk it over with Gwen and Sophie but one…Frank might be seriously in a closet or something so uncool. He did act like a freak until I put him in his place and two…I kind of liked it.

So on the mental back shelf until it needs revisiting.

That solved for now I can focus my attention on what’s really important. Running, shimmying hot teen jockettes that are shoving each other and letting out these sexy grunts as they slam into each other.

Seriously this is an awesome sport.

My only problem is who to watch will all these hot jock girls. I think I like the sweaty ones the best…Gwen and Sophie are like that, they’re giving it their all out here and to me that translates to them being just as intense in bed. Hell I know Gwen’s sexily aggressive. But there’s a couple of other on the team too.

Like Anna Jefferies.

Thin and with that skinny Nordic princes thing going on she’s one of the socially quiet girls, shy and soft spoken. On the pitch though she’s really aggressive and she’s got this tight thin little body that looks so yummy.

But Gwen…oh yeah Gwen she’s tall and stacked but she’s kinda on the heavy side compared to most school girls but it’s not fat. Sure she’s got that fat girly layer of cuddle-nuzzle-lick so soft but she is buff too. One of the few girls that I know that actively hit’s the weights.

Mmmm…big full breasted amazon goddess in the making. She blocks a shot with both palms and I feel my breath catch as the ball drops in front of her and she doesn’t trap it. Nope she boots it and usually it’s downfield but instead she blasts the girl that kicked it at our goal with it right in her chesty bits. And the girl goes down with a scream. Oh yeah sports bra or not that had to hurt. I’m thirty feet from where it happened and there was a loud “Ponk” sound of the ball hitting her. That ball had to be moving really fast to sound like that.

The girl’s rolling around swearing.

The ref’s yelling at Gwen who’s saying it was an accident the girl got hit. And the coach is getting in on it arguing with the ref until the girl that got hit lunges at Gwen yelling. “You effigy scunt I’ll rip your face off!”

Gwen takes a couple of punches covering up pretty good actually and then the girl is grabbed and not just carded but benched. And Wentworth Middle school just lost their power forward player for the rest of the game.

And oh, of yay as they’re leading her off I see our girls giving the other team the finger.

Psyche warfare they’re so pissed at our girls they can’t keep their heads and our team trounces the Wentworth girls. Score nine for us and two for them.

The girls are loud and cheering and pretty happy because from the stuff I’m hearing as I get dragged along to the locker room is one Wentworth is a good team and that they are known to be pretty dirty players.

Yeah…

I’m in the locker room. And it’s filled full of undressing and naked girls all sweaty and stuff. Manda Jenkins does say. “Hey! What the hell? Why’s Tracy here?”

Gwen. “Chill out he’s got a vag too it’s okay.”

Manda. “But he’s like not a girl it’s like having a lezzy here.”

Three of the girls turn and stare at her. Felicia Jones is an open lez looks at her. “And so? Does that mean that we’re all here to perv on the cute straight girls?”

“No…”

“Ten no big deal beside if Tracy get’s out of hand there’s enough of us here to kick his ass. Right Tracy?”

I smile at them. “Right, I’ll be very non guy while I’m here consider me a lesbian in training.”

I smile and there’s smiles and giggles from some and even a few bad joke groans and eye rolls.

And as super sexy yay fun as it is I have a good time. Getting to talk to the girls and in this environment they’re pretty loose and relaxed and I’m sort of ending up playing equipment manager? No they’re not a guys team so they don’t have one so I’m tossing them towels and bottles of water and passing around the zip lock baggy of orange slices.

Girls swear a lot.

And while there’s talk about girl stuff usually dating stuff and sex stuff make-up and shopping and sales. Oh that was a big topic there what stores were having sales and stuff and a lot of checking phones and the sites for the stores. They’re still not that different than guys and are talking about and the future upcoming games, cars, or in Felicia’s case the motorcycle she’s been lusting after and video games.

Felicia’s actually pretty funny and hot too, well they’re all hot and stuff but she’s bad girl hot if a bad girl was a bad-boy? Seriously there’s this butch thing to her and the stuff we chat about that kind of fills the gap that some of my ex male friends have left. Black haired dark eyes and has this definite biker girl to be thing going on.

Oh…I get a V-stiff watching her do her mascara and dark red lipstick.

I get showered and changed there with them and Gwen starts this whole round of check out Tracy and she’s showing off my abs. I get a few touches over them too and feels and a couple of those feels slip close to my mound. I get all good skin bumpy over the touches and yeah I blush a bit but smile too, sexily I hope at those girls.

Especially Gwen and Sophie.

And Sophie naked.

That gives me girly wood. Tall long lean body with that muscle tone of an athletic girl and those African hips that set up the best, the best ass on the team and these proud nice breasts with the dark chocolate nipples.

I want Sophie to do bad, bad things to me.

There’s like three lesbians on the team openly and maybe three girls that might be bi? There’s eighteen girls on the team so it seems to attract a certain kind of girl. I get a surprising amount of acceptance with the girls too just as Tracy and by the time we’re out of there and changed we’ve traded phone numbers and e-mails and stuff.

Okay I missed this in a way. Only it’s a lot more sexier than before with the guys in the locker room.
We get out of there and head our separate ways and I’m thanked for cheering and helping out from the other girls on the team and then it’s me and Gwen and Sophie. I hang with them while waiting for the bus.

“I’ll see you girls tonight?”

“Yeah, we both checked it’s cool with our parents.” Gwen says.

Sophie blushes. “Yeah me too, my dad was worried until he got wind of you being the guy with no uhm…y’know.”

I grin at both of them. “We going to the mall?”

“Sure!” They both say. I can tell they want to go shopping. I’m actually not opposed to seeing them trying things on and the possibilities of changing rooms and actually just even getting to know it all better.

If I’m going to be a Lesboyan then I need to learn more stuff about girls and stuff right?

I bike home and Mom’s there of course and I come in ad give her a hug. She’s cooking and has a whole mess of stuff out.

“Company?”

“You’re having a sleepover so I thought I’d make things for you to just get when you want.”

“Cool, I’m..going out to the mall with them first.”

“Oh good you need to socialize Tracy, I was never really good at it.”

“I figured that we’d try to have some fun before heading back here.”

“So you’ll be having sex?”

“Mom!”

“Yes, fine I should not have asked.”

“Okay….well maybe. But…it’s not going to be about that it’s about hanging out and them being my friends first.”

“Good, that’s better I worry.”

“Mom…”

“I do, there is a lot of just hooking up these days.”

“Mom…I know.” Boy do I ever, Frank kind of comes to mind and even Gwen and I.

“Oh yes, you do but it is not what I worry about, I worry about your heart.”

“My heart?”

She sighs. “I’m not good at this but I feel that every time I was with someone I was giving them a bit of me that I wish I had saved for your father.”

“Everyone you were with?”

“No, not everyone. If there’s real feelings then you get back what you gave but these hook ups aren’t like that.”

“So you hooked up mom?” I was joking when I asked but she nods….

What?

“Yes, when I was younger because I was different I never connected right with people and being young I thought that I could connect with sex. I thought that people would like me if I was their lover.”

“Until you met dad.”

“Yes, here help.”

I help by peeling some potatoes and sweet potatoes the way she wants with a paring knife and then get to work on the dip she wants with those shrimp chip snack the Chinese make.

It’s Mayo and Cream cheese with two packets of the shrimp stock for those ramen noodles and three cans of salad shrimp and some sembal chile hot sauce.

I’ve had this it’s good actually but we don’t have it that often.

I put the wooden skewers to soak in warm water before heading up to my room to clean it up.

Swiffers are great things you just can change the cloths and use it to wipe down everything and I use some Pledge to do the floors and then a bit of cologne on my mattress not too much but I flip the top one too before making the bed with fresh sheets.

I take out the trash and straighten up some mostly wiping a bit of dust here and there and cleaning off my workout stuff just in case it’s sweaty and then really, really clean my bathroom and make sure I’ve got some extra blankets from the hall closet and lots of towels for the bathroom.

Done…I guess.

I’m actually kind of nervous.

I know I talk a lot like I’m really with it and together and everything but it’s been hard honestly and this night even if we don’t end up having sex…it’s still important.

I get changed into a lycra cycling style t-shirt and grey army style cargo pants and get my zip front hoody and my jacket. I head downstairs and Mom’s waiting for me and she passes me some money.

“Mom?”

“You’re going out, you never go out and you’ll be shopping too you don’t shop. We’ll talk about allowances some other time but tonight just have fun.”

“Thanks Mom.” I hug her.

“You’re welcome….Tracy I just want you to have a better childhood than me, or your father I hate that you are an outsider now.”

“It’s getting better, it is mom.”

“Good, and save enough money to get a cab here from wherever the three of you end up it will be easier than carrying things on the bus and walking here.”

“Okay good idea, thanks again Mom.”

I head out and count the money…there’s a lot there a crazy amount really. I mean not like thousands but yeah a lot of money. I get a Coke at the corner mart and wait for the bus sipping it and thinking.

I think Mom’s really emotionally invested in this. She’s always been different but I never got how that’d be for her in school. I think her fixation on me choosing to become a girl after the accident was her hope that I’d maybe do it and not be different like I am now.

I get on the bus and ride it out to the mall and check my phone for the girls. And end up waiting for them coming in on the next bus.

It was worth the wait though, both look great and are in skirts and nice tops and have big shoulder bags with them. They look even better than usual.

“You girls look great.”

Sophie smiles. “Thank Tracy you look good too.”

I blink. “Really? Guys don’t usually bother…I just kind of grabbed what I thought would look okay and be comfortable.”

“Yeah, well you thought about it Trace, guess that means we’re rubbing off on you.” Gwen smirks.

“Well, maybe but I’m not here in a skirt.”

“Skirts can be comfortable when you’re used to them and easier to change in and out of while trying things on.” Sophie says.

“Huh, I never thought of that.”

Gwen nods. “And now you know.”

“And it doesn’t hurt you girls have great legs and stuff.”

“That too.” She says and poses a bit in fun.

“Okay what’s first?” I ask.

“Shopping.” They both say together.

I sigh and raise my hands in surrender. “Okay, I should’ve expected that right?”

“Right.” Gwen grins and takes my arm and Sophie the other.

……………………………….....................I’ll get past the boring stuff. We went all over the place into stores I’ve never been to and I never really noticed but do you know how much of a mall is woman related stores and stuff?

A lot.

I get to see them go through things and mostly it’s window shopping or looking to get later but it’s also sort of this whole game of dress-up.

And yeah I watched and enjoyed and even got roped into trying some things on.

“This is girls stuff.”

“It is and while you’re not a girl you’ve got the plumbing Trace.” Gwen says.

Sophie looks at me while looking at another skirt. “She has a point Tracy, you’re kind of sort of both.”

“Both?” I raise van eyebrow looking at her.

She looks back at me. “Even if you have the girly bit and you were still super insistent on being a guy…then you wouldn’t be having so much fun with your girly bit.”

Okay that made me blink.

“But I’m not a girl? I don’t want to be a girl?”

“But you like having you’re vag right?” Gwen asked.

“I…”

“What would you rather have?” Sophie asked.

I sit there and think a bit and it’s kind of a whole whoa moment. “I’d rather be like this…”

Gwen’s all. “See…not a guy.”

“But I’m not a girl!”

“No, you’re not and that’s a good thing.” Gwen smiles.

“It is? Then what am I?”

“You’re Tracy, something hot and sexy and…” Sophie looked like she was finding the right word.

“Sleek.” Gwen says. “You’re sweet and hot and effing Sleek.”

That’s exactly the way I’ve been feeling inside, wanted to be. And hearing her say it was like this incredible turn on.

Sophie’s nodding. “I’ve looked it up Tracy, there’s other cultures and stuff with like more than one gender type. Maybe you chose the surgery because this is the real you.”

I couldn’t help but smile at them. “Okay…I kind of knew that but if I’m not either or am both or some other combination are you girls good with that?”

The long sweet tongue on tongue kisses they gave me certainly said that it was.

And it nearly got us kicked out of Wall-Mart. It had certainly ruffled a few feathers with some uptight assholes and cuntwuffles.

We shopped and we didn’t bother eating or going to the movies. I told them mom had stuff home for eats and we did look over some DVD’s and I bought some used ones that we thought would be good to watch.

Sophie has a kind of a girls taste in movies and liked romance and he comedy stuff and Gwen too but she’s for all the super hot curves and big boobs kinda guy like too. She helps me pick out some action movies from the bin like “Gone in 60 seconds.” and “Fast Five.”

Then we got snacks and junk food too.

Some really “Good” chocolate and some cheap random stuff and some other odds and ends like some half pints of ice cream.

Oh and I got my ears pierced at this place called Gravity and I have these black onyx studs in them now.

I got us a cab and take us home to my place and I feel actually kind of lighter inside. It’s like the girls landed right on it. I’m me, I’m Tracy and I’m not trying to be some big hulking dude and I’m never going to want to be a she, but I honestly love having my Vee and even if I could go back….?

No way.

And people are going to have to just deal with that.

We got to my place and introduced the girls to my parents. Dad just sort of stared a bit in shock at first from the hotness and then shook their hands welcoming the to our house. I think that threw the girls a bit. Dad does that he’ll shake hands with women just as much as men and just as respectful or equal or whatever.

Mom was watching something on TV and waited until there was a commercial with her hand up and she got up from the floor pillow and shook each of their hands and then looked in our bags with the junk food. Yeah all three bags and took out what she wanted and said. “Mom tax.” Ten sat back down and started watching her show.

I led the girls out of the living room to get the food from the kitchen and the girls said. “Goodnight.” and mom and dad absently waved and mom says. “Goodnight, have good sex.”

“Mom!!!”

I’m blushing and so are the girls as we get into the kitchen and Sophie looks stunned, embarrassed and Gwen started to giggle wildly. “Dude you’re mom rocks.”

“Yeah, she does.” I’m grinning and getting the food and the dips helps calm Sophie down and I’m explaining what mom’s always been like as we head upstairs.

The food was awesome, just perfect actually for movies with her having made fried potato skins she kept hot and crispy enough in the oven and she made kebabs from chicken breast and pork and beef with curry and coconut on the chicken, BBQ on the pork and teriyaki on the beef. And there was a cut up veggie plate that we could dip as well. Just all really good stuff and mostly finger foods really.

Not too filling, and good movies and it’s kind of cool to get their take on stuff. It’s even funny/cool that all three of us would go into a committed lesbian relationship with Michelle Rodriguez from the “Fast and the Furious.” Movies. Yeah she’s all Grrl.

We joke around and get a sugar buzz and Sophie…Sophie not Gwen puts on this burned DVD of lesbian sex toy porn. We get into the like first scene when she pauses it. “I’m going to get changed okay?”

“Me too.” Gwen says smiling.

Sophie uses my bathroom and Gwen went out in the hall since my parents don’t use this floor to sleep on and I go through my bags.

Spike my hair a bit more.

Add my first attempt at a bit of mascara…it’s not bad…dark and smoky, and the weight of it on my lashes makes me feel slutty almost.

Slip the black satin and lace panties on.

Put on a bit of the Nivea for men’s aftershave on just dabs like the girls use perfume for.

A light brushing of some girls lilac scented body powder…it smelled like it’d compliment the aftershave in my own mixed way.

Then carefully I slip on the black lacy thigh high stockings.

I don’t look like a girl, but not a guy at all either really. I take a red cherry flavored sucker and pop it in my mouth. Get some of that flavor and color on my lips and I smile at the girls as the come in.

Sucker in my mouth, and I clasp my arms behind my back like a girl does but it shows off my sleek worked out body, my abs.

I like the look in both of their eyes.

What a good boy…Chapter 17

Chapter 17

The lights are low and the girls are gliding towards me in the most sex way and I have Samantha Fox’s old tune “Touch me.” playing on repeat now. I so want that, so want them to touch me.

We end up standing in front of each other and we start kissing. Me and Gwen then Gwen and Sophie then me and Sophie and it takes only a few seconds of that and I’m reaching out and touching them and they’re touching me and we’re almost shivering at what’s going on.

Okay I know that I am.

Both of their hands are touching me, running over my skin, fingers squeezing over my muscles…I don’t have big muscles but they’re getting…

Gwen smiles. “Oh Tracy, oh shit you’re so cut…so smooth…”

Sophie kisses me. “Oh so effing hot, so sleek…”

I get a thrill from that, I can’t help but get a thrill from them saying that. I’m touching and cupping them. Lacy things and girls are just freaking perfect. “God you’re so beautiful…both so strong, so soft…” I lean in and suckle Sophie’s nipples right through her bra. I love the way that she shivers under my mouth.

I would have done the same for Gwen but she sinks to her knees while I’m suckling Sophie and I feel her pull my sexy panties to one side…she smells and then she kisses my lips. “Yum.” I shiver in a good way as I feel her hot wet mouth and that sexy probing tongue of hers slipping past my folds inside of me wriggling and touching my clit and I can feel my inside getting all melty as I start getting even wetter and my insides are doing that oh my gawd yes tightening up thing that they do when she’s does what she does.

I moan in almost disappointment when she moves from me to do the same to Sophie…but oh…watching that feeling, that same reaction in Sophie happen as I’m kissing her and cupping and fondling her breasts and she has that sex glaze starting to happen.

Picture kissing , french kissing someone and seeing that look that you know deep inside your own self happen as she’s getting to that rush inside and getting wetter herself.

What a turn on…

Oh and I might not be a girl or want to be a girl but the feeling of Gwen’s hands sliding up over my legs with those stockings on send all these sexy inside tightening signals to my Vee and the next time I feel her mouth on me I’m pressing my vee hard into her face.

I’m breathing hard and my legs are shaking as she’s getting me so, so, so close…I pant hard as she moves again to Sophie and I take off her bra.

Oh my…I know I’ve seen them in the locker room but those perfectly soft brown breasts in my hands warm and soft and luscious and alive…I can’t help my self I have to taste her, I have to taste those perky milk chocolate nipples of hers.

I go from one to the other as Gwen keeps herself buried face deep Sophie’s Vee and I feel the familiar shakes we get… those delicious little tremors racing through her and I come up from her nipples and kiss her deeply and replace my mouth with hands that cup and caress and gently thumb her nipples.

Oh I get to see her eyes widen and I swear they change into these life lights as she has an orgasm…I’m almost there too just from how super erotic and sexy it is.

Sophie pants a few times and she kisses me as Gwen turns her attention on my aching sex and I can’t help but to grind into her face as she takes me over the edge.

I…wow…it’s, I’m seeing spots I was that worked up and that hot inside.

Wait…whoa they’re walking me backwards to the bed and lay me down. I’m laying there with my legs set at the corner of the bed. And…and…both girls slip down and are kissing me, touching and tasting me and my vee and their fingers are dipping in too and touching my legs and I cry out as again, and again and then Gwen and her are kissing and taking my juiciness off of each other and are playing with each others breasts as I’m staring blissed out my eyes glazed over by all this sexual adrenaline.

They break the kiss and Sophie stands and takes one on my legs up and she pulls me ahead and she steps over my other leg and she looks at me.

“This what you want baby, is this the sexy dirty wet, so wet dream you had?”

Oh wow my sweet blushing freaked by lez feelings Sophie is talking that dirty to me.

She steps ahead and uses my leg to sort of tilt my pelvis up enough and she…oh I feel her lips touch mine and she grinds me…of fuck she’s grinding and grinding in that whole lez scissor thing and I feel her lips on mine, her wetness seeping onto me and these sex tasing jolts everytime my clitty tangos with hers.

And I’d be screaming out in pleasure but Gwen climbed onto the bed and planted her soaking sex over my face and yeah I’m eating and kissing and sucking but when I need to I’m crying out into her blonde down covered sex.

That makes Gwen shiver with an. “Uhgn…oh fuck Tracy…”

I just about lose it as Sophie gets more and more into it and she’s increasing her grinding on me in both speed and how hard she’s pressing her vee into mine.

And she’s doing those super sexy, girl grunts like she does on the soccer pitch.

I hear her let out a loud sound and feel her pressed tight to me and there’s that hip rolling sexy ughh…coming from her and I swear I can feel her trickling into me. She rubs and grind a little more until I’m doing the same and taking my sexual need to yell out in the opposite way by sucking really hard on Gwen enough to get the girly goo from her two.

Then I hear Gwen. “Hold still, keep those pussies right there.”

My clitty’s touching Sophie’s and Gwen…Gwen has her face buried deep between us and hugging us holding us together as Sophie and I are shaking and moaning because…Gwen’s tongue, her clitty, mine, that tongue swirling, licking touching both making us touching each other as she’s frenching both of us at the same time!

We were loud that time…

I’m still trying to catch my breath and panting when it’s Sophie settling over my mouth and Gwen takes her turn at wish boning me.

She’s way more into the hip and this sort of circular motion than Sophie’s so hot dominant heat.

We collapse in a heap together and wriggle around on the bed until we’re all together and we rest, panting and shivering in a good way and kissing and getting back into the foreplay and are ready again or rather all over again as I take out my silver bullet vibe.

I could’ve taken out both toys but one…one sweet thing at a time and this time we’re taking things slowly, vibing and sucking and feeling and tasting and just not so much as getting into that first time of us having sex together but way much more into each other and taking or time and making love.

There’s this really cool and so tender and actually interesting time where I’m on my back and the girls are pressed tight to me on their sides and our faces are almost touching and we get into this whole three way kissing thing and then there’s using the vibe on each other without looking…yeah it’s someone reaching and taking it and taking turns sinking it gently into each other and we’re not looking down…we’re just looking at each other as we have or sweet orgasms and getting to watch each other ride that wave over and over. Some times there’s two hands guiding it but it’s all gentle and sexy and loving.

I roll over then push myself up and I’m between them but on my knees sort of standing as I reach for the big boy and the hardness. Sophie’s eyes flutter with surprise. “Oh fuck that’s big…”

Gwen has this smile, no a grin. “Oh fuck yeah now that’s what I’m talking about.”

I strap in and it takes a few minutes to get things settled inside me with that other bit and the girls sit up and start…

Oh they’re giving me head…it head…me since I can feel them moving my bit against my clit and it feels damned good.

Now here’s another surprise for me I thought for sure that Gwen would be like really good at the whole blow job thing but Sophie is actually a lot better…I guess we know who was doing what with their boyfriends.

Wow she’s really into it and Gwen backs off settling in the bed with my silver bullet to watch and put on a show.

Sophie comes up for air and I guide her up to her knees too and I kiss her and I slide my hands over her tight taut chocolate body and I cup her bottom and use my strength to pick her up off of the bed and I look her in the eyes. “You ready?”

“Oh yes, oh shit Tracy…you’re strong no one’s ever done this, it’s like a movie.”

She kisses me hard and she hangs onto me and I lower her down and sink it into her dripping sex. She cries out sexily and gnaws at my shoulder… “Gnn…big..ff…fuck…”

I feel her nails in my skin and we stay there for a second and I hold her and inhale her scent and the feeling of her breasts pressed to me before we start to move together. Yeah that upright in the bed making love, having sex like you see in the movies.

Awesome…

More than awesome actually the more that I move in and out of her and the more that she rolls her hips and salsa dance-like rides me the more I get into it. And by it the more that my guy instincts are coming out, fucking…making love to her like a guy or as close to a guy as I can get it’s just hitting a place in my heart that I didn’t know was starved for expression.

I mean I keep saying I’m a guy and I’m happier like this really. But this does so speak to me.

I set her down so we’re in that whole missionary thing and Sophie wraps her legs around me and I really get involved. I kiss her and lean forward to suckle on her perfect coffee breasts and chocolate nipples and then put the weight of my body on my hands and fist my sheets for grip and I start to change the way I’m moving in and out of her.

Still on my knees I start using my leg muscles and my abs and all that working out to move instead of just the motion of my hips going it’s like I’m putting my whole body into it and kissing…and reading the way her eyes widen and her breathing changes as I hit those oh my god just right places, place I know well because I have a Vee too…I have had this inside of me too and oh that’s so making the difference.

Sophie and I kiss through her crying out, she makes noises, whimpers and whines and loud moans and pounds at the bed and fists the sheets or grips my wrists to hang onto. And those deep sexy grunts…they push me harder.

We’re sweating at the peak of it and she’s chanting fuck me over and over again between her moans…..she heaves and shakes and spasms sometimes as she gets taken to wherever I’m sending her to and it’s just so, so good. But she pushes back, moves her hips her body with that jockettes grace and lean strong muscle she has under the girly softness.

And when all that motion and all that stimulation sends me over the edge I’m so used to pushing myself onto/into sexy hardness that to get more of that awesome feeling I’m doing this rabbit kind of mini thrusts until I have my own powerful climax and end up panting and easing myself onto her into her arms which wrap around me.

Sophie’s crying and laughing and giggling. “Oh fuck” over and over and I’m nodding face in her shoulder. “Oh wow…” over and over. And I’m sniffling and laughing too from the whole intensity of the endorphin rush.

Gwen after a few minute rolls me off of Sophie towards her and into a long kiss. “I want what she’s was having.”

“Oh shit Gwen give me a minute or two…I need to breathe.”

“Go ahead and breathe then.”

She kisses me again and she slips over me and she takes top. She’s Gwen so of course she is. I’m breathing or rather panting and still at the same time I’m so watching enthralled as she lowers herself down onto the big toy and…oh…her weight and…I feel my end push down hard on my clitty. I really didn’t expect that.

She rests her hands on my sides and she wastes no time in getting into this rhythm of riding me and rolling her hips and bouncing herself up and down and watching her breasts, those big breasts of her bouncing so much is so hypnotic and sexy.

After she rides herself to her first orgasm on top I’m rested enough and I’m so turned on enough by watching her and the sounds that she was making and when she took her hands and was squeezing and playing and fondling her own breasts her hair all sexy and wild it hit a lot of my turn on buttons.

“Gwen…”

“Mnnn…Y..Yeah..”

“Get up; get up onto your knees.”

“I’m on my knees.”

“No, stand up higher.”

“Okay…”

She does that kneeling but standing kneeling on the bed and I get a grip on her legs and I use my hips and abs and my legs to pump into her hard from underneath and she cries out and moans and cries out again and her fingers slip up into her hair and that looks just so damned sexy that I have to go harder and hared until her breasts are bouncing again but it’s just from me driving into her.

She starts this whine that turns into a long drawn out sex-filled keen as I literally drive her into a climax.

I take that time to grab her and roll her over and I take top again…be the Dom…the guy…

And it’s really damned hot with her calling me her lez-boy over and over and saying my name and asking me to fuck her.

I do to her the same things the same hot and hard and as fast and steady…steady is the important thing…for as long as I can hold out…Gwen’s more sexual and sex hungry than Sophie, she just is and I literally go until I can’t because the stitch that’s in both my sides hurts too much.

I collapse on Gwen as we’re both spent and sweating and laughing and I’ve got my face buried in her big ample breasts.

“That was so good, that was so good Gwen…”

“Yeah, you are the best effing guy lover I have ever had…shit…you made me cum more than…than I’ve ever made myself cum…”

I can’t help but grin like and afterglow filled idiot at that, hell yeah I don’t need that, I don’t need that at all to be a better guy than some of those other guys…I’ve never felt this good about stuff…about life really. It’s like I just really proved to myself that being this way isn’t just what I have to live like but it’s what I want.

Maybe the girls are right that I didn’t fit really in slot A or Slot B in life but I might actually have been meant for something else in life and the accident while a really shitty thing to live through might just have been a happy accident after everything is said and done.

I pull out and roll off Gwen back in between them and take off the big boy and kill the music that was playing and push the remote to play the rain forest track I have downloaded and kiss Gwen again and kiss Sophie who’s eyelids sort of flicker and she gives me this sleepy just woke her barely smile.

“Best sex ever Trace…mmnnn…didn’t know it could be like this…”

“Me neither…”

I’m smiling as she’s drifting away on me into the sleep of the afterglowy and sexually exhausted and watching her drift away is pulling me into sleep and I snuggle into her and feel Gwen snuggling into me and we drift into this amazing, amazing drift away.

I feel so different, I feel like maybe this could have really changed something inside of me.

I think for the better.

What a good boy…chapter 18

Chapter 18

I slowly wake to this so amazing sensation of having wet lips on my Vee and feel this tongue inside of me as the pleasure pressure builds in me and I have this gentle slow orgasm.

I’m inhaling and my eyes flicker open and I’m laying on top of Gwen mostly my head pillowed on her amazingly firm yet soft sexy breasts. Which means…Sophie’s between my legs making me all squishy gooey with her chocolate lips.

“Nnnnnn….ohh…Soph….”

“Yeaaah…that’s good…god you taste good Tracy.”

I hunch my hips and push back towards her face and I’m rewarded with a wriggling seeking tongue inside of me. Then fingers…two of them sink into me.

“Mnnn..ugh…yeah…”

“Tight aren’t you…you like this, you like it this way?”

“Ghnn…yes…”

It is different I’m not sure why if it’s like this anatomy thing but I feel so tighter? Her tongue feels awesome but her fingers feel so big as they rub and slip and saw in and out of me.

“Then you’ll really love this…she pulls he finders out of me and her face and I feel her move then she grabs my ankles and pulls me off of Gwen mostly but she has my legs and waist off of the bed.

“Uhg! Whoa…Sophie?”

“Here…you’ll effing love this, you will it feels bigger from behind it does…you’ll love it Tracy, I’m going to blow you lez-boi brain.”

“What?”

Her hands slide up the backs of my thighs and she squeezes my butt and then I feel her knee being used to push my legs apart and her hands move until I can feel her thumbs running up and down the lips of my pussy until I’m shaking and I cum.

“Yeah, that’s it lez-boi nice and wet…”

I feel her use her thumbs to pull my open and…and…and…I feel Mr. Big the heavy hung strap on pressing into me and it’s not just warm but really warm, like hotter than body temperature but not painfully hot but as she sinks into me I had brain fuses popping.

“Aaaaah….F..ff…fuck Sophie….Sophie…hot…hot, hard….”

I can’t help it my insides are heat melting and spasming at the same time as she sends me right to another orgasm. Brain fuse? Hell she popped my breaker.

“Yeah cum for me Tracy, cum show me what a hot little lez-boi bitch you are.”

She sinks all the way into me soo deep…god it’s like she’s possessing me…so effing hot and warm…

Sophie starts to rock her hips and moving in and out of me with these only a girl can do hip rolls like she’s dancing that big cock into me. I’m right into making cries of pleasure and sex noises.

“Quiet you…you’ll wake the house…bury that sexy mouth into Gwen’s pussy.”

Oh…that, that I can do. I do the same and pull Gwen to me by her legs and bury my face into her sex moaning as Sophie is just relentless. I think I heard Gwen make a noise but I couldn’t hear her over myself. She’s not going to ever get soft, she has that hip action going and she’s both on the soccer and the basketball teams so she’s in incredible shape. And she’s so using all of that cardio as she’s got her fingers gripping my hips in that basketball grip and she’s not slowing down but fucking me so hard but she has what I have so she knows how to without hurting me.

Well she’s making me cum so hard it hurts…

My god I’ve never felt the big boy like that inside of me and being taken doggy styled…it feels bigger from here…and the head is pushing against my down hanging clitty.

It’s not long before Gwen’s awake and she’s moaning and riding my face and wrapping her legs around my head and I’m getting a girly goo facial and licking and sucking up her juices as she writhes on the bed and I hear her giggling.

“Ohh…oh…of fuck Tracy w..what a way to wake up!”

I nod because Sophie’s taking me over the edge again with these short little bunny strokes.

“Scream Tracy; scream for me…come on baby I’ve got you…”

She presses her breasts into my back as she hunches into my and I’m crying out muffled by Gwen’s sex and I get hit my this cum-lightning ripping through my body as Sophie reaches around and she’s rub’s me off as she’s fucking me.

I nearly pass out…my insides rebel and go into little mini pleasure seizures clenching around this monster cock inside of me and I’ll admit it’s doing things to my brains. Wonderful unbelievable things but it doesn’t take long at all before Gwen’s right there with me and we barely make it up into the bed.

I passed out again exhausted…it was still dark in my room…and I fall back asleep drifting into that sexy as hell fantasy I just lived of my coffee skinned jockette taking me hard.

……………………………………….Morning came way late and it’s with Gwen kissing me awake I look at her and she’s freshly showered and glowing like she just had sex and she’s dressed in sweats she brought along just to lounge in.

I head my shower going and Sophie’s not in the bedroom. I kiss her back and sit up…ow…

“Oh ow, my poor vee.”

Gwen grins. “Sore?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “I’m really not used to getting that much action inside of me.”

Gwen grins. “Me too…It’s called a Bangover, Sophie nailed me while you were out of it right around dawn.”

“Jeeze did we create a monster?”

“If we did I’m all happy about it.” She has this huge grin going. “Though it’s funny she’s so into it and stuff and the way she talks and acts she actually reminds me of her older brothers.”

I raise an eyebrow.

Gwen grins. “Hey, football players and big black cock…like I wasn’t going to.”

“Gwen you’re jailbait.”

“And that’s never stopped a guy when I wrap my lips around his meat.”

“So you started it?”

She has this huge Gwen grin. I roll my eyes. Honestly yeah they should’ve had more control given her age but them again Gwen can pass already for a college co-ed.

I get up and while it doesn’t hurt-hurt it’s sore and it’s a deep sore but not like the posts surgery sore either and despite that I feel so incredibly loose? No not loose but like there’s no tension in my body at all. I so don’t feel like doing anything just lounging and sort of maybe just be?

It’s kind of like the sex was that good and that intense I need to process it or something. It might be really that actually because I wasn’t just a guy anymore I was something in between and to me that’s actually kind of cool.

We got breakfast just cereal and instead of going home we just sort of hung out with the tunes playing and Sophie on my computer and stuff and Gwen and me playing Halo-3 on my X-Box 360.

It’s so weird and neat too, not the whole set up but the way we we’d look at each other Gwen’s got this I effing love sex satisfied smile plastered on her face but in this contrast every time we look and smile at Sophie she blushes and dips her head. It’s like she’s sweet and shy and stuff outside of sex but she has this really hot grrrrl side when she’s being with us.

We kinda just kill Saturday just being teenagers. And just hanging out and having a good time. Sophie’s girlier than Gwen. Which is odd sort of because Gwen’s so built for sex and being like the whole girly ideal I guess. Tall with huge boobs and nice flat tummy and these great hips and an ass to die for.

But Gwen’s a kind of a tomboy in the way that she acts and stuff. She can so kick my ass in most of my video games and she’s very much this kind of closet geek. Sophie spends a lot of time on Facebook or on some of the websites for the stores at the mall checking out what’s there and looking at sales sort of doing this whole kind of mental shopping thing and she’s the athletic one.

They head home after supper which was fun and embarrassing as hell. We all cooked together making salad and a first for the girls of trout. Again something we eat a lot of especially if it’s sustainable. Both my parents are big on that kind of stuff. Bacon for the salad gives us a pan full of drippings which is what the trout gets fried in. It was actually kind of neat and funny to see both of them looking at the fish with the heads on.

But there was something so really amazing and close with cooking and doing the dishes together because there’s all these little touches and even kisses. My mom and dad are cool with the whole thing.

Dad…to quote. “Their going to have sex anyway, it’s like drugs or drinking you should guide your kids through all this stuff instead of ignore it.”

And they let us have the kitchen and do all of that and let us be just us.

I know mom’s happy, she didn’t want this to be a hook up. And it’s not. It’s just good.

I spend the rest of Saturday night just mellowing out with my parents as they watch TV and I go to bed early actually needing the extra sleep. I curled into my sheets and went to bed really happy.

…………..Sunday was pretty much back to normal with school work and chores around the house and I make some cash mowing a few of the lawns for the neighbors. Thankfully I live in a neighborhood where a lot of the people are like dad and they don’t believe in those Weedman lawn care companies. Dad usually has this little rant about the fancy people over on Birch Hill where all the rich kids live. Me I think its typical sheeple behavior that they all have nice homes and nice lawns and they all have ride on mowers but just because one of them hired the lawn care guys they all do over there while these brand new ride on mowers are sitting in their garages. It’s the same thing too with their snowblowers.

It drives dad bonkers at how “Stunned” it is but me? I go to school with some of these kids and honestly original thinking is not their strong suit.

It’s not bad money either for me. Do the lawn front and back trim the weeds and rake things up and give me another ten and I’ll do the composting and the recycling too as well as the garbage. It’s not hard work really and I do the yard for twenty five but everyone takes the garbage deal too and with five people to work for I make some decent cash.

Mom takes me with her to Cost Co. and I buy some stuff for me but stuff for the girls on the teams too. You can get some good deals on stuff there so I stock up on granola bars and stuff. I’m kind of sort of the cheerleader of sorts for them in a way. I mean I’m with Sophie and Gwen so…

It goes over pretty good too and I hang out with team but mostly with the two girls and the team too a bit. I’m actually being considered for the position of like equipment manager for both the soccer and basketball teams since it’s sort of what I’m doing already and neither team has one compared to the guy’s teams. And while I’m not a girl I’m still in a position to really identify with them. Trust me…I might not have the period or the hormones but I do still get it. And the fact I’m willing to help out they’re more than willing to give me a chance.

Oh and the sex…

All week long…slipping away at lunch for a three way…every lunch time…bringing my toys to school hidden in my bag…twice…twice Sophie straps up and she rides me to a couple of serious weal legged orgasms in the equipment room before a game…and after too.

She plays better, no she really does and way more intense and awesomely after those times too like a guy almost…she’s so worked up after a game that she’ll pin me to the stacked wresting mats and strap up and have her way with me…sometimes she won’t even strap up until after we wishbone it and she rub rides me until we both cum.

Gwen and I switch off between who’s eating who most often in the morning and the afternoon breaks. God half the fun is we might get caught and half the fun is with the post orgasmy glow we all have that people know exactly what we’ve been doing or sort of think they know.

Okay most of the guys don’t have a clue actually and some of the sexually active girls…well they can guess and we might have started something too because I’ve seen a few of the more die hard lesbian out girls having that glowy fresh look.

And the bullshit with Frank has completely stopped and he’s been sort of avoiding me all week and still really won’t look me in the face either. There’s a rumor going around that we had an afterschool fight and I beat him up.

Actually that’s sort of helped too with the other bullshit from the other asshats in school. They still will say shit but they do less like they’re wary of getting into a fight with me and I’ve got a lot more people defending me…Mostly it’s the girls on the teams but some of the skaters and some of the lesbian girls and stuff too. It’s not like I’m friends with them but kind of like…hey Tracy’s not that bad so lay the hell off. Which is actually still cool.

Actually it’s getting to be pretty cool.

I’m not saying that the accident was a good thing, hell no…I could’ve died and afterwards it was hell for awhile but now…I wouldn’t go back. I’m not just some faceless kid either I’m Tracy. For better or worse people know who I am and besides that I do to.

I’ve had to start figuring this stuff out and I’m getting there.

And my guitar is starting to take shape in shop class, wow seeing as we’re both learning it’s coming along pretty good actually. I’m getting some decent marks too which has the parents happy.

But…all the sex…

Sophie taking me…

Loving every minute of it.

It’s got me thinking about Frank actually…and the way he acted when I took control and the look on his face when he was face deep in my Vee. But I’m thinking more and more about the real thing? I’m scared because a toy is one thing but a live guy’s another. I write and leave him a note in his locker. My address and seven PM tonight and don’t be late…I have no idea what I’m going to do but mostly I want to see what he’ll do? Will he show?

I’m waiting outside for him after supper and some working out and a shower…I’m nervous and really undecided…but the possibilities has my clitty rock hard.

What a good boy…Chapter 19

Chapter 19

I’m nervous as I’m waiting for Frank to show up. Knowing what he might think I’ve been thinking about and how he might react is playing with my head and the stuff that mom’s been saying about just hooking up with someone.

I’m pacing a little out front in the driveway when he shows up in a cab. He pays and he walks over looking at me but not looking at me.

“You came.”

He nods.

“Why?”

“Tracy…”

I look at him. He seems nervous too and uncomfortable.

“Why did you come here Frank? I mean is it just to get laid?”

“Because you told me to.”

“Just that?”

“…………………..”

“I’m not into just that…Frank I’m tired of the bullshit between us, you acting like a jerk and now all this weirdness from what happened when you tried to force me.”

“I’m…I’m sorry…It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“It’s just that…that I want you…I don’t know why…I’m supposed to hate you…Dad…dad says that you’re a freak and that if you weren’t a freak that you’d hate what happened to you and you’d never show your face at school.”

“He doesn’t even fucking know me.”

“He doesn’t know me either and he can’t…”

“Why? Because you like me?”

He nods.

“So you do like me?”

“Y..yes…god Tracy I like you so much it hurts.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

“But you’re here now….”

“Yeah…I don’t care anymore…I don’t I can’t…you…you’re like some freaky dream that I had that came to life.”

“I’m a freaky dream…”

He shrugs. “A sexy scary one.”

“And you want to be with me?”

“Please….?” There’s a lot of real want and emotion in his voice.

“Maybe we should take this inside?”

“Okay…”

I head inside and up to my room and he follows along and he’s watching me so intently…hungry like and it’s kind of frightening and it’s kind of making me feel…I don’t know sexy…to be wanted like this.

I close the door and put on some music.

“If we’re going to do this things are changing Frank, no more you avoiding me, no more you acting like some big posturing asshole at school…no more going along with the asshole-mob just because it’s cover.”

He looks at me. “I’ll try…”

I nod. “So…you want some of this?”

He nods.

“Well then you’d better come over here and kiss my clitty until I’m hot and wet then.”

“Okay…”

Frank comes over and he kneels down and he reaches up and works my pant down.

“Oh god…oh shit Tracy…panties…” He groans putting his face into my mound.

“You like…?”

“Lucky…you’re so fucking lucky…”

“Lucky? Maybe I was almost killed Frank.”

“I’d take it, I’d take the pain and the hurt to have this.”

“Have this?”

“A pussy…”

“You want a pussy?”

He nods and nuzzles me at the same time. “It’s…it’s what makes it so hard for me Tracy…I want to be you not just be with you.”

“Hey…look at me Frank.”

He looks up at me.

“You…you really don’t like being a guy do you?”

He closes his eyes and he shakes his head. “No…but I can’t…”

I reach down and take his face and guide him up. “It’s okay…you don’t have to be a boy here Frankie.”

His eyes snap open, her eyes snap open and I look at her. “You don’t…I’m safe…you’re safe okay?”

“Please…please yes.”

I kiss her, I mean Frankie and I kiss her like she’s the girl. There’s definitely something to this, he moves like Gwen and Sophie…well not like them but he melts like that, like the way that girls do.

“Do you still want to be here? To do this Frankie? We can just hang out if that’s all you’re good with.”

“No…I still want this , please, please Tracy I want this…I want you………..you…you said that you’d maybe let me fuck you if you fucked me first…I want that…I want you to take me…take my cherry and make me cry out like you do to those girls that you’re with…please…”

“Okay.” I smile at her. “So…how would you like to do this right?”

“Right?”

“Smooth…with the right things on…in panties…?” I kiss them again and Frankie shivers really hard. “Ohhhh…Tracy….” It’s a moan.

“Did you just?”

Frankie nods and looks dazed and heading to being embarrassed. I kiss her again. “Get undressed.”

She get’s undressed and I kiss Frankie again. “Go and shower, I’ll be right back and use the toilet?”

She nods and bites her lip and heads to my bathroom once I point it out and I run to mom’s room. She’s on her bed typing away on her laptop. “Mom? I need to borrow a few things.”

“Sure, why?”

“Uhm…”

“Tracy, uhm is not a good answer.”

“My transgendered girlfriend hasn’t anything to get pretty and sexy?”

“Oh okay, is she a girlfriend like the other two?”

“Yes, I think so now yes.”

“So there’s connection?”

“Yes, definitely yes.”

“Okay, there’s a bag on my closet with some of the things that I bought you for when I thought you might have been going to transition yourself I think those will do.”

I look it’s there several shopping bags from places stuffed into a larger plastic bag. “You kept these?”

“It was more like I forgot to take them back but your friend can have them.”

“Oh…” Well with mom that makes sense. “Cool thank you!” I give her a hug and a kiss on her cheek since she never actually stopped doing what she was doing the entire time. She absently kisses my cheek in return.

“You’re welcome have good sex.”

“Mom…..”

I roll my eyes and leave and it’s still a little weird that she’s good with me doing stuff like this but right now I am very much agreeing with her in that it’s better to know where we are and what we’re doing than not and honestly besides being really, really horny now I’m grateful to have a safe place for this.

And even grateful that Frankie has this place right now.

Learning to be me and talking to people that are TG online I have a good or rather bad idea of what Frankie’s family might do and how important a safe have can actually be.

I could hear pain in Frankie’s voice there too along with the yearning.

Who would think things like this would happen that things between me and her would change so fast?

I actually want to do right by her; I want to be that good guy that’s her first.

I dig through the bags and there’s mostly underthings and some bath kit stuff but there’s sets of clean panties and several beginner bras and I go to the door of the bathroom.

“Frankie? Have you ever dressed before?”

“I…I…uhm…yes…”

Okay I have some things that you can have I’m going to set them on the counter.”

“Okay…thank you…”

I set the stuff in and I actually don’t look but I hurry up and clean things up in my room a bit and light some scented candles and apply some body spray deodorant cologne…yes more of a guys style but not AXE…ugh that stuff’s disgusting I get undressed myself and change the music that’s playing actually going for an old rock ballad channel on my computer it’s I don’t know kind of fitting and I just turned down the lights when I hear.

“Uhm…Tracy?”

“Oh…oh Frankie.”

Okay…Frankie’s a boy but neither one of us are driving yet and he’s not a really big hulking guy but freshly showered and hair wet and sort of styled in an attempt to look feminine and with none of that guy body hair any more and the make-up that their wearing and then the underwear the moss green nylon panties and beginner bra she looks like a girl…a flat chested athletic girl but a girl.

Very passable since he hasn’t gotten totally guy’ed up by puberty yet.

Well except for the tent rising rapidly in those panties.

I smile and step over to her and kiss her. “You look sexy.”

“I do? I wish I had long hair…and wasn’t so…guy still.”

“No…it’s sexy.”

“Really?”

I take her hand and slide it to my panties. “See…I’m pretty much leaning towards being a lesbian y’know….Frank…he’s okay, Frankie on the other hand is….”

She kisses me and walks me backwards to my bed. “I want this Tracy, god I want this so much…I can just be…me…like this but I’ll never get to be as lucky as you…but if I can have you…and have you treat me like those other girls you’re with then it might not be so bad…”

We get to the bed and she sits me down and sinks down in that sexy squat that girls do and she pulls my panties down. “Please…” She licks me. “Please..let me be your tranny girl tonight?”

She sinks her face into my vee and…oh…oh hell yes.

It might be the mood, it might be her being more free or into it but Frankie is a better honeybee than they were as Frank and she’s curious…tasting and touching and cooing things like… “Here? Like this? How’s that baby?”

My fingers slip down into her hair which while short is still long enough for me to get my fingers through and to hang on like she’s a saddle pommel as I move and ride her face. “Gnnh…Frankie…mmm…good girl…oh…there…good girl…”

I’m so turned on too by this point that when I cum its good painful like you can feel yourself get off so hard you legs and ab’s tense right up like a piano wire and cry out in joy.

I pull her up… “Fuck me Frankie…”

“What?”

“I want you…I’ve been thinking about it before this…what I am and who I’ll be then this…you happened and opened up to me and you showed me this you and god, just god you’re so pretty and so hot…I want you…and you’re so hard…do you want me too?”

“Yes, oh god yes I want you Tracy…you’re a guy and you’re like this girl and you’re so like this sexy dream…I never thought I’d want anyone then you come along and I just…I need you…I need to be with you and be the real me…please…can I?”

“Yes…”

“God I want this, I want you…it’s so like a dream.”

“Fuck me…I’m so hot right now, so wet fuck me and slip your clit-stick into me and grind my pussy.”

“My what?” she giggled or it came out close to one, there’s a lot of not quite girl there but still it’s enough and still kind of hot.

“Your clit-stick…” I grin and she smiles back. Then she slides up my body and kisses me over and over until I feel it…it…cock…clit-stick…the real thing …it’s harder than I remember…but then again I never had mine inside of me. And I’m biting my lip and fisting the sheets as she goes deeper and deeper.

It’s so warm inside of me, so hard too but not hard there’s that feeling that they so try to duplicate with latex or silicone but never do…honestly nothing feels the same as the real thing and the biggest difference is that it’s real…It’s part of a living being.

“This…?...God Tracy you feel so good…I…I never knew it was going to be like this.”

“You…You’re a virgin?”

She nods. “I…I’ve never really had the nerve to really try and get with someone before you…oh lord your tight.”

I grin and bite my lower lip. “No…now I’m tight.” And I kagel around her clit-stick. Frankie shivers, I work my ab muscles too.

“Oh…oh..ff..fuck…Traciiiieee…”

I relax my insides and we start getting a rhythm going…I’m not into guys…I’m not but Frankie isn’t a guy…even if she’s sinking into me sweetly over and over she’s not…the moans she let’s out the silky sighs the gasps. And I’m doing the same only I’ve been with Gwen and Sophie so I’m not the virgin even though this is my first real thing and I go slowly, and I move with her and I give back…not give it hard but more like two people connecting in sex. I want this to be special actually. It’s actually kind of important to me.

Pride maybe?

I want to be her good boy instead of someone’s good girl I want to be that boy with that sigh she’ll have when she thinks of her first time.

“Does it feel good…does it Tracy?”

“Yes…oh fuck yes girl I love the feeling…I’d never go back…”

“God I want to feel that…”

“You will…Oh I’ll show you…”

“Please…please…please…oh please fuck me Tracy…!” She says it over and over again like she’s chanting it like a reverse way of sexy talk instead of telling me she’s going to fuck me hard she’s fucking me hard and asking for me to…I cum and then she arches her back sinking into my vee all the way until our mounds are touching and she cries out my name as she cums.

I’m panting and she’s panting and she’s on top of me. Okay their not that heavy a few pounds or so actually heavier than Gwen but its pleasant. I nuzzle her neck and bite suckle on her ear.

“I thought that you’d be against doing this?”

“No…I just…I want to make love to girls and stuff and…..”

“Vee-boys like me?”

“Yeah but I want to be me doing it…dressed and smooth and sexy…not…I don’t want to be a thug like my father…I hate that macho crap.”

“What about guys?”

“I dunno, if maybe there’d be one that’d like me for me…like this maybe.”

“How about this guy?”

“Yes…please?” She’s looking at me with her eyes really big and there’s this really kind of sweet blink and I smile and I roll us over and take top. I get the harness for the strap on and the lube and the toy. Frankie’s eyes go big.

“That’s so big…”

“It is, but it feels so good.” I grin at her.

“Really…” She does the sexy blink and this sort of shy, shy blush takes it from my hands and she starts to give it a blowjob while I’m slipping into the harness.

Oh you sexy thing you.

I let her keep sucking the big boy and she’s really getting into it or getting into putting on this show for me and I take out the lube and one of the condoms I had from before and slip it over my middle two fingers and lube them then slip my hand down her panties and play with her rosebud as I’ve heard it called.

Frankie’s eyes close and then her lids flutter and her nostrils flare as she moans around the big toy as my fingers sink into her. That moan is almost too much…she’s so different than before…I reach up and take the toy from her lips and attach it and she’s actually sort of staring at me with her eyes half lidded as I massage her insides but she’s biting her lip and making these sexy little sounds…and gasps.

“Lay down.”

She lay’s down. “Tracy…leave them on…my panties, please.”

“Okay…you really like them?”

“They make me feel pretty, I want to be pretty.”

“You are pretty Frankie, you are.”

She has these two big fat tears that spill out over her cheeks and I lean over and kiss her and carefully slide her panties to one side and get into position.

“Are you ready? it’s going to hurt.”

She nods still with the tears but this sort of scared smile too. I can’t believe that I’m having that slow, being careful with a girl experience finally and that it’s with a girl like Frankie……it’s.

Maybe it’s more special that we are just like we are each doing this…this is, this is me being with a girl for her first time just like we had just been with her other first time and my first time with a real flesh and blood cock.

I ease in trying to lessen the pain, and just be gentle. If there’s one thing that I’ve learned for sure is that even if it’s a toy it’s someone being inside you and you’re very vulnerable like that, it’s a very personal thing.

Again I’m glad that mom’s on the money about the whole something more than a hook up thing.

She looks like a she there…on her back biting her lip, rolling her hips as she plays with her bra straps with her thumbs.

“More…Oh…Oh fuck Tracy you’re big…so big…it…I feel so full…so good…More...please more?”

“Okay…okay…”

I lift her legs and wrap them around my waist and I lean into her and roll my hips and take long full strokes getting into it and into a rhythm…the base of the toy grinding me, rubbing me off making me want more of that but Frankie’s cries and the way she starts to move, to writhe under me as the long deep steady strokes are sending her into that place all of us go to when we’re really just falling into the sexy trance of being filled and her pleasure is turning me on more and more and I get off as much as she does but I’m breathing her name into her ear and her neck while she’s crying mine out when she cums

She doesn’t look like a bot when she’s in the midst of her orgasm.

I use the fact that it never goes soft and how good of shape I’m in to keep going and going. Until she let’s out this little wail eventually and she flops back onto my bed…the look and sound of that combined with all the feelings from my end bring me off too.

I lower myself onto her and we lay there and we pant and just hold each other. I think we dozed too…yes we dozed and I’m woken up by her watch beeping in her clothes.

She stirs. “I have to go…I have to be home in and hour.”

“What will you tell your dad?”

“Nothing…Tracy I…I’m not ready to be out…I can’t be out…I just…I can’t.” She’s crying and I pull her close.

“Okay…okay it’s not problem you’re not the only kid in our school living stealth I’m sure.”

“Really?”

“Probably.”

“Oh…”

“So your dad?”

“I was over here looking at buying one of your guitars…?”

“Okay, I’ll go with that and why’d it take so long?”

“Arguing…he thinks I hate you like he does.”

“Yeah…I still don’t get that. He doesn’t know me.”

She shrugged and there were a few more tears. “He hates anyone like that…gay, lez, bi, trans he looses his shit whenever her hears something about the freaks.”

“Great…will you be okay?”

“No…I haven’t been okay there in years…it’s like living in this place undercover and the people there would kill you if they found out who or what you really are…it’s fucking hell Tracy.”

“Leave?”

“And do what? I can’t I just can’t I’m too scared…I hate it but they’re my family.”

“Okay but if you need me.”

“Okay…” She sniffles and snuggles and kisses me. “Can I use your shower again?”

“Sure, c’mon I need one too and I’ll wash your back.”

She bites her lip again but gives me that smile again. “Sure, I’d like that.”

We shower together and it’s non-sexual but it’s still sort of sexual. I get to wash her hair for her…to me that’s one of those guy things that he gets to do while he’s in the shower with his girl. And with Frankie like the girls having someone there to wash and reach places for you is really nice…no seriously nice.

It’s kind of a real sad sort of shame though seeing Frank come back. Frankie getting back into drab…and I’m finally getting that term now is like her climbing into this Frank body snowsuit…like she’s dressing into him as much as the clothes and just the hurt and the sad sort of defeat there…you know when they say someone’s soul’s heavy?

I see Frankie weighing her soul down.

She can’t even kiss me before she…before he leaves in the cab.

I head upstairs kind of upset in a way I’m still trying to get and I clean up and put on some music before trying to vent it out by working out.

When I was born, they looked at me and said
what a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.
And when you were born, they looked at you and said,
what a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl.

We've got these chains that hang around our necks,
people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same,
when temptation calls, we just look away.

[Chorus]
This name is the hairshirt I wear,
and this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
This song is the cross that I bear,
bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me,
be with me tonight,
I know that it isn't right, but be with me tonight.

I go to school, I write exams,
if I pass, if I fail, if I drop out,
does anyone give a damn?
And if they do, they'll soon forget 'cause it won't take much for me
to show my life ain't over yet.
I wake up scared, I wake up strange.
I wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever going to change.
I wake up scared, I wake up strange
and everything around me stays the same.

[Chorus]

I couldn't tell you that I was wrong,
chickened out, grabbed a pen and paper, sat down and I wrote this song.
I couldn't tell you that you were right,
so instead I looked in the mirror,
watched TV, laid awake all night.

We've got these chains, hang 'round our necks,
people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same when temptation calls ...

[Chorus]

When I was born, they looked at me and said;
What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.
And when you were born, they looked at you and said;
what a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl, hey

What A good boy…Chapter 20

Chapter 20

It’s been an odd week with what happened between Frankie and me and learning all about her and her and I having that whole watershed moment together. I really have been thinking a lot about that and we’ve been so tempted I think of hooking up like the first time in the closet again but she looks scared…and lonely and longing.

And thinking about that has sort of cut into some of the sneak away urges that I’ve had with Sophie and Gwen.

Well not really Gwen…she’s pretty much living at my place afterschool when there isn’t a game going on. it’s not all sex either even though Gwen is such a sex machine and I’d have to say it’s fifty-fifty with just hanging out and playing video games and working out and doing homework as it is with our faces planted firmly into each other’s Vee’s before the toys come out.

I grab my gym bag and I get on the bus with her and Sophie and the girls to head to Hartford to play there at the regional’s which is a big deal for them, you win regional’s and you got to provincials. And even if you don’t win for Gwen and Sophie doing good here means hopefully getting on the high school team next year.

I climb in the middle between Gwen and Sophie and snuggle into this way yay soft yet firm mixture of jockette girl muscles and great breasts.

The girls on the team don’t even really pay attention anymore I hang with Sophie and Gwen and because I’m a guy sort of…well a guy with a Vee most of them don’t really see me as a guy in on their sisterhood sports team turf.

We’re snuggled up and we’re not getting frisky yet because we’re saving that for the motel room after the game and stuff but instead we’re cuddling together and I’m taking out the book we have to read for English class and Sophie’s taking out her i=pod and leaving the speaker buds out so we can all sort of hear it and Gwen’s sharing out some bubble-tape gum.

It’s actually really nice.

It’d almost be the girlfriends or the sisterly thing except for the way both of them are casually touching me or feeling me. I swear that Sophie has a thing for my abs as she spends a lot of time feeling them and sometimes getting damned close to my Vee or rather the top of my mound.

I lean over and say in her ear. “Hey…easy…you get me to that point Soph then you better take responsibility of what you’ve started.”

Wow there was such a gleam in her eye and Gwen’s that I thought that I might get fingered or eaten out right there on the bus.

There’s some laughter as we sort of end up behaving but I still am pressed together between two amazing hot jockette hard bodies and breast flesh.

It’s a very sweet and sexy place to be for the three hour bus trip. We get into Hartford and it’s my first time here and it’s a nice place bigger than home so a really big town or small city around fifty thousand. Well forty eight and change on the highway sign and we’re close to they’re high school which is massive and really, really lucky it’s like just the other side of this four lane section from the main strip of the city that has all the new malls and stuff up by the highway.

We’re staying at a Best Western and its right up there too on the same long strip. Everything is really close for us and since we’re going to be here all weekend or until like Sunday night then I think it’ll be a fun time.

The girls are all certainly excited though I’m not as into the malls as they are. I mean they’re excitedly talking about some of the stores the can see the signs of in those tall ones that the malls have and the fact that we don’t have those chains at home.

Even Sophie and Gwen are caught up in that stuff.

Me…I’m checking out the Hotel as we’re pulling in and we’re not the only bus and the only girl’s team that’ll be staying here.

Girls, girls with jockette bodies and cute bottoms and long legs and muscles from all that working out and basket ball.

I’m getting turned on and wet and clit hard as I’m watching and looking and just…

“Tracy…what are you grinning for?” Gwen asks.

“Gwen look…just look…long legs, cute bums, bouncy and buff its heaven.”

She laughs. “Actually I was looking and three days counting tonight to meet some girls…some cute girls that might just like pussy too. Yeah that might just be awesome.”

I look at Sophie who’s not blushing but looking too.

There’s this look there too that looks like she’s checking them out sexually like Gwen and me but much more than that it’s that whole jockette checking out her opposition thing that just sort of lends Sophie this intensity.

She grabs her bags and before I can object on the grounds of guyhood she grabs mine too and she heads with them to the front desk a little ahead of the rest of our group and cutting off another team from getting registered.

She does say. “Excuse me ladies.”

Oh the black girl toughness is oozing out of her and she’s looking so very grrr and buff at the same time.

Not really rude but assertive, assertive and beautiful and so very, very sexy amazon.

Oh I like.

I really like and it’s not the usual shy Sophie we’re used to in the halls or the classroom home but this is the aggressive on the court girl…the wearing my strap-on confident girl.

I’m grinning and I don’t have anything to carry so I just sort of stick my hands in my team jacket pockets and I do my best to stand there looking sexy and well me. I even openly look over the girls from this other team and they look shocked at me blatantly checking them out like…

I hear a few whispers. “Who’s she?”

“I dunno, kinda flat.”

“She’s checking us out.”

“We’re the competition of course she is.”

“Her jacket says cheerleader…” Actually it does the girls actually gave me this as a present this week. I don’t do actual cheers but it’s sort of like them being nice enough to not call me the teams equipment manager. I still do cheer them on though.

“You think she’s a lesbian?”

Well I sort of am, I’m a les-boi in my own terms but I look at the one that said that and I smile at her. Then I turn to be with Sophie and Gwen I’m wearing track pants and honestly they’re these comfy thing navy blue ones that kind of look good on my butt.

I think I can feel eyes checking out my ass.

I take our room key card and smile at Sophie. “Thanks for carrying my things.”

She smiles back and she kisses me lightly and quickly in front of those other girls and says. “No problem I’m happy to do it. We head to our rooms and Gwen gets the double doors for us holding them open all gentlemanly and stuff and I give her a smile and a small quick smile on the lips and we pass through heading to our room. I look back with a smile and see every single one of them staring at the three of us in sort of shock.

Sort of because I notice several sets of pointy nipples and that look there on their faces of wishing that they were us.

Of course they would I’d wish to be us if I was given a free wish.

We head down the hall and we pass the pool. Yay this place has a pool and a right proper gym too with bikes and weights and treadmills in a room just off of the pool. I like to work out and since the public pools are sort of iffy and sort of busy too a nice pool in kind of a treat.

“I...I need a bathing suit.” I say realizing I don’t actually own one as the new version of me just the boy styled cut offs.

Gwen nods. “You do and we can get something for this summer at our pool.”

I grin. “Unless we can get your family to ditch then we’re so going nude.”

Gwen grins. “Well dad was thinking of a weekend away sometime this summer so I think we might be able to do that.”

We’re caught u-p to by the rest of the team and the coaches and the few parent chaperones that came with us and we get in our rooms. Gwen and Sophie and myself have a double to ourselves and where I don’t have a cock I’m still sort of seen at least by the parents and faculty in a way as a either a neuter, a girl or a odd gay boy.

That might have miffed me at the start of things but I’m none of those things and some of those things. I’m just Tracy and that works for me.

We get the behave lectures like all the other kids and we set out our clothes on the “spare” bed and we have the rest of the afternoon to have free time until the game tonight at eight and it’s close to one now us having left early to drive here and stuff.

Sophie looks at Gwen and Gwen at me. “Shopping?” I shrug. “Okay like I said I need a new bathing suit and you girls want to at least get a look at some of those stores so sure.”

Gwen asks. “You won’t be bored?”

“Hmmm, let me think in a women store or clothing section and watching hot super cute girls strip down and try on hot looks…gee somehow I think I’ll survive.”

They giggle and I head into the bathroom and start the shower and start getting undressed. Gwen and Sophie follow me in wearing their bras and panties but quickly shedding them too.
Gwen giggles and kisses me as we step into the shower. “Nothing like saving water.”

I nod and kiss her until I lower my head to take a nipple into my mouth and then Sophie’s there on Gwen’s other breast. We break and kiss each other. Sophie breaks the kiss saying and there’s nothing as awesome as being all fresh fucked and then trying on hot and sexy clothes…or bathing suits.”

I gasp as her deft fingers rub my vee making me get wet all over again far too easy and she sinks them inside of my pussy making me gasp then moan as her knuckles fold a little inside of me and rub over my clitty.

I’d say something but Gwen’s tongue is down my throat.

They kiss me and touch me and run soapy hands over my muscles and I run soapy hands over flat tummies and amazing breasts and soft yet taut perfect bottoms and my fingers dip into them and their fingers dip into me and …and…oh…at once point two of Sophie’s fingers are in my on one side of my clitty and two of Gwen’s are in the other and they alternate one going in the other out double stimulation and I’m being stretched…stretched and I’m so full in a good way and I’m screaming out as I hit orgasm after orgasm and muffling them in Gwen’s big breasts or Sophie’s smaller but still big and ever so pert and perky ones.

I get weak in the knees with the third of those world spinning climaxes and sit in the shower on my knees and plant my face into Sophie’s coffee and cream pussy and tongue and lick her until her little girl is standing up and screaming at me and I push my face in like a nuzzling cat and wrap my lips as best I can over her little clitoral hood and suck her off like a cheerleader sucks on a jock.

All the while I’m fingering Gwen and she and Sophie are necking and kissing and soapy hands using each others breasts to take each other into pleasure land.

They’re so hot and so sexy and just buff and beautiful and I’m sandwiched between them both. I switch to Gwen after Sophie shivers on my face and bucks her hips giving me a shot of her girly goo.

I love the. “Oh fuck yes…yes…Tracy as I sink my fingers into her.”

I so get after a hard come like that there’s something so perfect about something inside you deeply.

And Gwen…big buff sex goddess Gwen does this little bounce on the balls of her feet thing once I’m really in place on her throbbing clitty and she rides my tongue and my lips.

The water’s cold by the time we’re out of the shower and we kiss and do all the post sexy loving stuff as we get dressed and get ready and head out together walking down the street to hit the malls.

I’m dressed sexy, or sort of sexy I think. Girls cut jeans that so show that I have a vee and low cut enough that you get a look at my panties. Yes I’m wearing panties for this because well one they fit and two I want to show off that fuck me lacy strip that peaks out and goes great with my ripped abs.

A tight t-shirt too in black to show off the fact I’m slender but I have defined muscles and that I’m also completely flat chested in that WTF girl not girl and still hot way. Unisex body spray and deodorant and my hair which isn’t long at all actually in this sort of messy lesbian or punker boy wet spike and no make up but I do go for a little cherry lipgloss.

The girls are in hot short skirted little dresses and we’re getting looks all the way out of our section as we leave moving and smiling with the so obvious to anyone who’s not a virgin shine of after glow on us.

The Highland Hartford mall is the biggest one so we just go there and we make a beeline to the shops that we don’t have home. I’m trusting the girls on that count since I’m still pretty much a non shopper compare to them.

But I’m flush with shopping money from mom and dad.

I like Aeropostale a little and American Eagle is pretty cool if you’re into denim and we do a stop at bikini village and I get a suit there. Actually a couple. There’s this re stretchy sporty one that’s a really sexy cheeky panty cut and it comes with the regular top or this racerback sportbra kind of thing that fits me like a stretchy tank top. And I get a one piece shiny very racy crotch cut tank suit with the almost scuba tank suit look except it’s got short sleeves and it really shows off my body’s muscles and abs and then focuses down on my Vee.

I got that because of the super hungry I want your pussy look that Sophie was giving me.

And then got more as I was getting changed and Sophie slipped into the changing stall and kissed me deeply and over and over and fingered me until I was wet again and then she spun me around and pushed me against the wall with the mirror and she’d gotten the big toy on and she sank it into me from behind her fingers digging into my hips and pulling me onto her amazon-cock and turned me into this moaning wanton boy-slut who was getting to see all the sexual feels on both our faces in the mirror as she took me.

“Uhn…oh shit Sophie…” I moan and gasp as she sinks the hard long thick eight incher into my pussy and it feels so good, so big and my insides flutter in shock around it.

“You like that? You like that Tracy? My hard cock in your tight little pussy.”

I nod. “Uh-huh…”

Sophie rotates her hips in that sexy fucking hip-hop dancing roll and she starts to pump in and out of me and taking these long strokes…holding my hips and pulling me onto her hard cock over and over again.

“Fucking right…oh fucking right Tracy you’re so sexy, so fucking hot and amazing…I love fucking you…You love it too right…?”

An orgasm breaks inside my head and my body and I moan and cry out. “Fuck….Fuck Sophie…”

“Yeah You like it…More? You want more?”

She’s not really asking but pounding into me over and over, harder and harder adjusting her angle so the whole length of her strap on is grinding into my clitty.

“Uhgn….Uhgn….fuck me…fuck me…harder…harder…!”

I cum again and again and sort of spasm as I think something squirted, gushed out of me and my pussy juices aren’t just running down my legs but dripping right from my pussy and dripping on the changing room floor.

It was not at all in any bad way…getting taken by her in her lacy under things the soft colors of her bra on her coffee skin just screamed girly and sweet and sexy but her grip and the hungry possessive look on her face was so intense and so vee-drenching that I gave in…went for it and let her get all assertive and crazy sexy dominant until she came.

I think I had four…?

Gwen helped me get licked and sucked clean and wiped with a wipe from her purse we all get dressed and walk out of there and to the food court for a place to sit and recoup and have a strawberry milkshake. I so slut wobbled out of there and left the stall smelling of vagoo and Sophie made me giggle not laugh but cum-drunk giggle as she looked straight at the hot girl behind the cash there and it was this so…I will do you too sexy smouldering still riding the high thing.

The girl turned beet red and she was barely able to talk to us to get our transaction through. She looked at us a lot but Sophie the most and she may have been flustered but her nipples were harder than diamonds and poking through her bra and shirt enough to make us look and her reflexively cover them.

The funny thing is that once we’re ready to hit the shops again and I’m okay Sophie’s all. “Holy shit guys I can’t believe that we did that!” in that girl whisper exclamation and blushing.

I grin. “Well I can I mean you brought him along in your purse?”

“I didn’t want it found in our room.”

“Yeah and the fact you wanted to fuck that girl’s brains out.”

Sophie blushes and hides her face in her hands. “I dunno, geeze sometimes it’s all I can think about…I like guys but with that and wearing that I just feel so…different and there’s just something so hot and so sexy when I sink into some sweet girl or…sweet boy’s pussy and make then squirm and moan and cum…”

“Yeah, and wow…you did that. My poor vee is still sore.”

“Sorree…?”

“It’s okay…I love it actually when you go all amazon on me Soph…”

Gwen laughs. “Actually Soph me too…you’ve got a magical calling as a hard cock.”

Sophie squeals and blushes and hit’s Gwen and they get into that girl slap and pinch and tickle fight and it’s so much fun to watch.

Right up until security comes over. “Hey you two knock it off and break it up!”

They look at each other and smile. “Okay Ossifer…” They say it together and then they give each other a short but very lesbian sexy kiss. He blinks a few times and coughs and he’s a bit squeaky lost his voice for a second. “Uhm…urm…uhm…carry on.”

I laugh my ass off as he’s the one who leaves us making a fast trip to the public washrooms adjusting himself as he goes.

There’s just too much for us to do much more than look and sort of window shop and see what’s on sale where and make note to come back but a bigger town and there’s some guys clothing stores and shops that I’ve never seen before and want to when we have the time for it. I do carry the bags we do have and I do the guy thing and open doors and stuff for the girls and even some of the other people around and other than the hot looking…?

The hot looking Tracy heh…heh.

I’m leaving them stumped as to just who or what I am.

The one part I’m not used to is the guys. I’m with two drop dead hot jockettes and I’m going to say in my own way I’m sort of not too shabby either in my own way but there’s a huge amount of guy eye traffic and I’m not used to that and there’s sort of my guy training anti-gay mentality reflex there and it’s at direct conflict with both the odd sort of ego stroke this is giving me and Frank/Frankie.

I get the whole thing with her and she is trans but…anatomically she had an outtie…a dick…and it felt actually pretty damned good.

Yeah I use dick and cock as words…just…penis, penis sounds like some kind of odd foreign food that no one really wants to eat.

It’s all more than odd but odd and scary thrilling too.

Needs much more thought.

Much more.

It’s playing merry hell with some of the other girls from the other teams that we see shopping and looking around too. Especially when I’m all guy nice and mannerly and then either Gwen or Sophie will step up and do a sweet guy sort of mannerly thing to all of them and us.

I see more than a few little pointy lezzie-chesty-boners.

We leave and head back with all three of us buying the drinks of five girls from two different teams as we get ours at Booster Juice and we give them sexy sweet inviting looks as we leave.

The way that they looked stunned and off balance they aren’t lesbian or bi or it never crossed their minds until…

Until the three of us walked in and changed all the rules.

We save our laughter until we’re out of the mall and back to the hotel to get ready for our game tonight.

It’s get changed and we all meet at the restaurant in the hotel for a light snack and a team meeting and then we all get into our bus and drive the whole few blocks to Hartford High. We’re being hosted at the high school since it has the room in the bleachers for the students and the families and stuff. It’s got a really nice gym too with that old fitted hardwood floors and stuff.

I get changed with the girls and I head out first to get the stuff ready and I’m dressed just like the girls in the short basketball shorts but the jersey shirt instead and I’m drawing looks from the other girls that are really sort of curious and I’m getting the waters and juices and the towels set out and wait for the team to start coming out and I get the high school’s A.V. kids that are here to do the score board stuff for the game to play them in as their coming into the gym with “But I’m Awesome.” By the Dollyrots.

Everyone else does that tired AC/DC stuff and the old shock rock this, this is a borderline very rocking sarcastic all girl band and I’m up in the seats on my feet behind our bench dancing my sexy little butt off. Okay I’m not actually a girl and I can’t really shake it they way they do but at the same time I’m lean and really limber on top of athletic so I guess I kind of have moves all my own.

Hey people actually seem to enjoy it.

The girls come out and do their running around and Gwen’s all bouncy and giggly and waving diztsily at the crowd and she flubs several passes not by much but just by a little. I’m almost thinking she’s like high or something as the other girls team comes out…playing the Rocky theme music and I can hear Gwen at our bench doing her stunned girl impression she does to make fun of the ditzy girls at my house.

Big boobs, blonde really…just from some of the looks she’s getting people really do fall for the stereotypes. Yeah right hey girls you’re about to try to play super girl.

No seriously.

The game gets going and I’m cheering more shouting encouragement I have numbers from practices in my head. Toni has the ball and I’m yelling. “eleven, you’re beating eleven!” That’s Toni’s best time running while dribbling down the gym home, it’s actually pretty fast and still having control of the ball. I’m hold my stopwatch and regardless if she is or not she digs in a bit harder and she actually does 10.35 with a shot off.

Since she did beat it I yell her time to her as she goes passed. Her shot was blocked but still. Okay sex stuff, me and Sophie and Gwen aside I like the girls on the basketball and the soccer teams here. Once they got passed the whole weirdness that’s me it all started to mesh. I’m also the only non-family cheerleader they have and really support the teams.

I find it really, really stupid that some guys can’t figure out ways to be cheer-guys. Yeah the jock guys’ll never do it but if you’re not a jock and you want to date one of the hot girls on the sports teams.

Yeah…and who’s best friends and having great amazing sex with two of these girls?

Sarah gets the ball and she’s almost ambidextrous so my thing is yelling out fighting combos as she switches from left hand to right hand without even really thinking and the best thing about Sarah is with all that coordination she’s a fantastic one at passing the ball.

I’m yelling. “And a right and a left and another left and a right and she dekes the poor number sixteen out!”

A deke is when you do a sports move that’s basically a fake out to make them think you’re doing one thing when you do another or close enough but basically my yelling right the last time was faked as Sarah fisted the hand it was going to be next as her signal to me. And where I’ve been yelling the girl guarding here was listening to me as much as she was watching Sarah and she got mixed up by our little trick.

And me calling attention to her also a distraction. The girl is pissed at me and so are some of her team mates and even people on their side of the bench. We’re not really playing dirty, those girls on the other team shouldn’t be listening to me, they should be playing the game.

I keep up cheering my girls. Sarah’s easy because her team name of Pinball is on here jersey so I yell that a lot as she does her thing. You know how a ball bounces in a pinball machine she passes that fast. I came up with that and she liked it and the girls did too.

But there’s others too. Josie who can jump really high so she’s Bab’s as in Bab’s Bunny, then Kelly who we call Pixie because she’s short and skinny but really uses that to out nimble people on the court. Dana who’s Hoss because she’s big, tall and a farm girl wit a bunch of horses and a hook shook that’s really good I started calling the lariat.

Oh…and the nick names and the things we call some of the girls best shots I gave the announcers on an index card along with likes and hobbies. Another trick of mine. See they’re using it too and it sounds to them like their more sort of professional at talking about the game.

To the opposing team it’s like they’ve been following us enough to know all that stuff and it gets them thinking are they that good?

Yeah, we really are since my two girls are the backbone and secret weapon of the team. Sophie who plays both this and soccer is a machine…she wears jogging ankle weights in practices and works out all the time and she’s fast on her feet and from a sports family. Her brothers play football, or to not confuse that with you guys American style football and she grew up learning from that. If girls could be on that team they could do worse than a legacy with a good arm.

Sophie’s good arm is also dead accurate in basketball and she works out with her family and me and Gwen some times too. She’s fast on her feet, can pass but she’s great at scoring.

She’s also been laid today and gone all aggressive and sexy amazon and fucked me in semi public like some amazing she-stallion and that’s got her in this zone, this almost male…but really Amazonian warrior in that whole way she plays and there’s glances between us especially as I give her bottled water and wipe off her sweat with a towel that yeah…I’d be more than into her taking me hard as her victory party.

It makes her so intense…not violent and like fouling other players but just so intense…like she’s playing with her “Strap-on.”

Sometimes watching her my Vee will clench yummilly. It will when I’m toweling her off…Gwen too but…that close, jockettes girl sweat and pheromones and panting and skin all glowing pumped full of adrenaline….damn…ow…I want it so hard tonight.

Then there’s Gwen our secret weapon the bouncy and jiggly big boobed blonde bimbo who gets in the way of the girls on the other team by being clumsy…a hand here or there buy accident and a giggled “Oops sorry!” or even a big boobed run-in happens and then when they think they have her pegged.

She reveals that she’s The Wall.

Gwen’s the goalie for the soccer team and she’s really good, like not just really good but has medals good. She works out all the time with me and wears those jogging weights a lot. The girls on the other team go for lay ups or jump shots or even those long bomb three pointers and Gwen goes airborne and denies the shot, blocks the ball…sometimes a really fast scoop and block/pass to our girls and she’s such a good defensive player it freaks them out when she turns it on.

Block a shot scoop-block-pass it to Sarah who snaps it fast to Sophie who scores…the other team gets the ball starts to come up and Pixie slips in slaps it to Hass who hooks it to Sophie or Sarah and they pass it to who’s going to score and Gwen’s right there either scoring a point or blocking their best blocker and ball interceptor.

We’re scoring so fast after Gwen turns it on with and with that our side is cheering and getting excited I’m cheering so close to the court I’m really loud and then…halftime…and we really sort of throw people for a loop when Gwen kisses me and then Sophie not like full on get yelled at for PDA but enough that we’re noticed and with earlier today….it’s getting in heads.

Half time is mostly just getting watered and some juice into the girls and heads under the showers cooling down and fast hugs congratulations laughing and me with orange wedges cut for them and granola chunks to chew…those bars with the chocolate chips in then and that faux yogurt frosting great for sports but only if you cut them into thirds.

There rest is a team review and tactics the coach talking about the girls on the other team and me too. They have ticks and weaknesses like number eighteen turns slower everytime on her left like she hurt her ankle and isn’t really quite recovered yet. I’m a bit more serious and actually acting like a second pair of eyes for the coach.

I’m more serious with like I said the towels and the juices sacks and water and the cheering and the way the coach is acting with me today it’s showing.

I think like some of the staff she still isn’t sure where to place me in what box I should fit in but she’s starting to see me as a positive.

Even though sometimes I seem like a slutty boy over sexed goof I’m loyal and I fight for what’s mine. Whether it’s my life and how I want to live it or my friends and what’s important to them.

We head back out at the call and our new song and there’s some arguing going on with the coach and the referee and some people I don’t know that I’m disruptive…me?

There’s some parents there too and a couple of them are yelling. “Get her off the court!”
“Shut her up.”
“Yeah shut up.”
“She messing up the game.”

They argue and they can’t really kick me out and they’re pissed off because I’m vocal out there and I’m there with the water and the towels and they don’t have them…a me. Pinball and Pixie both walked over and said. “you kick Tracy out and you kick the rest of us out and better believe we’ll grieve it.”

Oh Pixie is so going to rock at the whole lawyer thing.

And I might not be a girl but after the shitty time with teasing and ex-friends and starting over this hits me in my pseudo girliness but more in my honor.

Loyalty…they’re being loyal to me and to me…that’s a huge big deal.

I cheer harder and louder after that. You ever hear them hollering in curling…well instead of “Hard!, Hurry Hard.” It’s “Run!, Hurry Run!”

It’s the prairies and there’s a lot of curling out here and it actually catches on our side. When their running to catch up to the other team whenever they have the ball I’ve started getting them to say it, yell it.

And I’d like to think that some of it is to actually spite the ones that complained about me.

It’s actually a good thing too really because the other teams fans and family are beginning to cheer louder and louder everytime they get the ball and make a pass and it’s lighting all the girls up out there and they’re playing harder and harder. And the other teams watching plus the fans from here in Hartford are getting a really great show and each point is cheered explosively by the gym…me…it’s actually amazing.

How hard…?

Young almost high school girls panting and breathing hard and their uniforms stuck to their bodies by sweat now none of them can avoid and they’re really playing hard. It might sound stupid and vain to some but all of them are playing not just for their teams but for themselves and while there’s honor in that. They’re playing for popularity too.

You win here or even just play the hell out of he game then the coaches and even some players for the high-school team your high-school team are looking at you now before try outs next year. Girls are social animals and if you’ve ever seen how they compete over status then you’ll get it.

Playing well is important…winning regional’s is a big feather in their caps, going from those to Provincials and walking into high school with a really big win like that and you’re set popularity wise. Not to mention if they keep it up there’s scholarship stuff too.

There’s real big deal stuff here for them. It shows too it just how intense it’s getting.

God I can hear the all out tennis grunts as they wipe out on floors…jump…foul out, get fouled out and throw long shots.

Every face off and the jump for the ball…

Sophie…I swear she gets more and more intense the harder it goes and the coach even has to get me to hold her leg from bouncing as she bandages it from a floor burn she got while being fouled out. I swear she looks like some exotic warrior the way she’s almost vibrating to get out there.

I sit on her lap eventually to stop her and sort of straddle her.

“Hey…hey look at me.”

Her attention snaps to me and I feed her sips of apple juice. “Chill, get angry calm. Let the coach get it done.”

There’s this we really should be kissing and sucking and touching vibe between us thing right now and she’s focused in on me with this I want to eat you and fuck you ragged look.

Damn I want that too.

We send her off into the fray.

“That’s my girl.” I say grinning and leaning back taking a breather for myself.

“She’s hot.”

I look over and there’s this…

Guy…boy…man…

Oh…

I’ve never really reacted before to a guy and he’s.

He’s gorgeous.

Blonde with long hair that’s really straight and well taken care of, baby faced not needing to shave because he’s that blonde but he’s my age too. Tight runners body with lots of definition I can see right through his thin white t-shirt and long lashes with these blue icy eyes.

“Yeah she is and so’s Gwen.”

“Gwen?”

“The hot blonde they call The Wall.”

“You’re with both of them?”

I grin and nod.

“You’re a lucky girl.”

“I’m not a girl.”

“Huh, you’re…” He’s looking me over and especially my crotch.

“Trans-boy?”

“Nope, just a boy with a vagina.”

He looks taken aback not in a bad way and they his eyes widen. “Wow, you’re that guy that got in that accident and chose the operation right?”

“You’ve heard of me?”

“Well I never believed it you’re sort of this weird urban legend.”

“Really?”

“Yeah we sort of heard about it but I never though you existed.”

“Cool thanks for not freaking out.”

“Hey no big.”

I smile and he smiles back and I sort of get a quick look at his crotch…oh it’s hard for me to tell with his jeans and me not being really used to looking but just him alone is making my Vee feel all throbbing.

“I’m Tracy.”

‘I’m Jamey.”

Oh of course you are…

We shake hands and he smiles at me and he moves to sit closer to me as we watch the game.

“So Jamey why are you here?”

He points over to this sexy hot blonde copy of him but a girl with another team watching and cheering both sides. “My sister Janey’s playing so I’m moral support.”

“Cool, twins?”

“Yeah. Hey?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s it like?”

“It’s hard socially but it gets better.”

“Yeah, so how’s the sex?”

I look at him and he actually looks interested but also like he gives a shit than just curious. “Actually it’s awesome, but I got really lucky with my surgery.”

“Lucky?”

“Yeah bottom surgery is tricky and there’s stuff with depth and sensation and lubrication and even bladder issues.”

“Really actually sounds scary.”

“It is but I figured even if I was like shallow Vee that I could do the lesbian thing maybe.”

“But you got nothing else done?”

“No, I’m not a girl in my head. I don’t gender identify with them.”

“Oh so it’s all good though.”

“Oh yeah…I’m deep and cum like gangbusters.”

“Excuse me!?”

I laugh because there…there he looks shocked and surprised. I get up and move forward and cheer some more and after a few minutes I’m back.

“You okay Jamey?”

“Yeah you just shocked me…you cum…a lot?”

“Oh yeah I so got that whole girl benefit thing with the multiple orgasm thing.”

“And deep…?” He’s blushing and his bulge is really bigger and attractive…I look at hi then his sister and he’s very much a boy but he’s a damned fine and pretty boy. “How’d you know?”

“Sex toys, and my girlfriends.”

“Oh…so are they lesbians?”

“Nope, Bi maybe but there’s the Tracy effect.” I smile at him.

“The Tracy effect?”

I give him a deep stare and a sort of sexy look. “I’m not a girl, but I have a pussy so it’s sort of okay if they experiment with me because I’m still a boy so they’re not gay.”

He smiles. “Okay oddly that makes sense.”

I nod and look at him really intensely and trying to be sort of alluring in my own right. “It works both ways Jamey.”

“Pardon?”

“I can be with a guy too but is that really all that gay because I have a vagina?”

He blinks and blinks and blushes. “Wow you’re sexy as hell…” He’s got a serious hard on now and I grin what I hope’s a sexy grin.

“Thank you, and Jamey…?”

“Yeah…?”

“I have toys I can wear…you ever wanted to be in her shoes?” I nod at his twin sister. “Remember the Tracy effect…” I head off jogging over as they are taking a time out as the clocks winding down and I feel Jamey staring at me and I’m kind of smiling too. I flirted with him and it was fun…and it was like this taste of sort of what the girls get when guys are into them.

I think I could like Jamey sinking into me.

And maybe he might like me sinking into him.

I catch a glance and see him looking at me and looking over to his twin sister.

Oh it’s so interesting now.

What a good boy…Chapter 21

Chapter 21

We win the game and it’s really not even close, I mean it’s sort of close we beat them by thirty points but the scores were really, really high on both sides and it was that hard a game that instead of our girls breaking into cheers at the last winning basket…a three pointer long bomb by sexy amazing Sophie that all of them had their arms up in victory but they were sheathed in sweat and they were panting despite the win.

The other girl’s team were even more spent and were bent over panting and some even sat on the floor trying to get their breath.

It was so…I mean all those girls all buff and in great shape and all of them sweaty and shiny and breathing hard.

I was so hard inside I might have grown another inch in my happy switch. It was such a good idea to wear a tampon really otherwise I’d be all soaked and gooey.

Well more so.

And the best part? The absolute best part!

Showers…

There’s only one girls locker room and while the other team used the boys locker room for the breaks and the team tactics they’re not showering in there. And I can’t blame them. Who wouldn’t want to be in a steamy girls showers with two teams of hot athletic teenaged girls all buzzed on adrenaline and naked.

I’m almost vibrating at the whole thing as I go with the girls on my team to the showers.

Gwen nudges me. “Hey…”

“Yeah…?”

“Who’s the guy you were talking too he’s kind of hot.”

“He’s really hot and all boy pretty. His name’s Jamey and he’s that…girl there’s twin brother.” I point her out to Gwen.

“Oh…?”

“Mmm..hmmm.” I’m all smiles and he catches us looking at him and I do a little no hands air kiss to him and he blushes and moves heading towards his sister.

“What did you tell him that has him acting like that?”

“Stuff.” I grin from ear to ear.

“Oh come on.” she nudges me.

“Okay I told him about me, I was open and honest and told him about the Tracy Effect.”

Gwen looks at me. “Okay…the Tracy effect?”

“Oh no worries you’re immune.”

“Oh well that’s good. So…explain please?”

“Well simple I’m me and I’m not a girl right?”

“Right…”

“But I have a wicked awesome vag.”

She laughed and she slipped an arm around me and we’re doing the hip to hip thing. “You do indeed have a pretty pussy me dear.”

“Exactly…I’m a catch twenty two or whatever I’m not what they would call a lesbian experience if they didn’t really want to think of me as one and the reverse is true for guys. I don’t have a dick so…and I have a vag so…”

Gwen burst out laughing. “Oh that makes such an odd bit of sense too.”

“It make’s perfect sense and it’s worked already.”

“It has?”

“Uhm Sophie…we’re like all purring together now but before…I know it’s that we hooked up because trying it with me is not really gay to her on some level.”

Sophie was walking with us and following along and she nodded. “It’s true really and when we get back to our room I’m going to pin you down on the bed and lick you boy-slit and make you whine and suck that sweet little clitty-dick until you cum and cum and cum and then I’ll use our toy and split you like a wishbone.”

She’s whispering to me and there’s a few looks from our team mates and there’s even a few snorts. Most of them still are really sure about us and the fact that we might be this super awesome les-boyan-trio.

And we’re definitely getting looks from the girls on the other team and then we enter…

Paradise…

I strip down with the others and we’re all getting naked and into the showers and it’s a land of sweet smelling soaps and shampoo’s and all these girls that are all in pretty good shape all naked and with all the excitement and adrenaline there’s lots and lots of big perky nipples.

I’m so hot it’s crazy.

No…I’m not getting acclimated to the sight of naked girls.

And not all of them are like really buff like Gwen or Sophie there’s some that are just in good shape but have meat on them…and I like that too. Soft inviting curves and nice big breasts and some of these girls have hips to just die for.

I look over at Sophie at one point and she’s breathing in this soft inhale and exhale and there’s this look in her eyes. She wasn’t joking about that stuff she just said…she gets so turned on and horny after a game it’s amazing.

My own Vee is aching and tensing and untensing at the thought or her later. I slide over to her and nod looking at the same girl and whisper in her ear. “I know, that waist and those sexy wide hips…you just want to bend her over and sink Mr. Big into her until she screams your name huh?”

She nods and licks her lips. And she hauls me into the shower stall with her and we shower together but damn…our hands and the soap is everywhere again and we’re being quiet as our fingers are inside one and other and there’s this almost dare you not to scream stare between us as we almost have this competition to make the other one make sex sounds and we both get each other off twice and it’s not enough.

We’re getting looks when we come out of the shower stall together and we have to have a flush on our faces but we didn’t make any sex sounds so did we?

I think Gwen nearly hurt herself looking at us and getting dressed trying to hold in the laughter.

And I’m sure that some of the girls on our team were grinning too even if their not sure.

I’m getting stares as I get dressed just track pants and my black stretchy boxer briefs that look good on me and they snug right to my Vee. Panties are okay but here it’s almost teasing to be all butch and sexy.

There a couple of the girls that are staring at my abs and the nice flat hard sleek plane to my pubic bone.

Uh-huh…yep definitely my kind of girls.

I smile at them when I catch a whisper of. “She’s flat as anything but she’s so cut…she must fuck like crazy.”

I zip my gym bag hard and fast to get them to look at me and I smile sweetly and give them a wink and I leave to head out with Gwen and Sophie and just for them I swing one foot in front of the other like I’m doing the balance beam thing and give them a show.

Actually I slip just ahead of Gwen and Sophie and I give them a show too.

I like it when I hear this low whisper growl from Sophie. “Mmmm…Tracey…”

Hey if she’s acting all butch guy horny I’m definitely going to have fun with that. So a bit of fun sway to my walk and I know that Sophie is staring at me I can feel it.

We all hit the restaurant at the hotel and it’s actually not bad it’s a buffet of course with this many student teams here but I like a buffet sometimes. Actually it’s pretty rare we get to one other than the odd time at our fave Chinese place.

It’s funny to watch all of them too there’s a lot of girls that are doing the stereotypical girly food menu. Salads and the chicken or the fish and sometimes more junky stuff. Gwen goes for the baked potatoes and those she opens up and does the fluff up thing before getting a bunch of mushrooms from the salad bar and then covers it all in Salisbury steaks and gravy and she still gets a couple of slices of pizza.

Sophie is at least and bit more healthy that that with a burger with everything on it and a baked potato but some baked pieces of white fish with that and a salad on the side.

Me I go for a salad on the side too because there’s a really good salad bar there and I actually like to play with making one up I usually don’t get to eat at home. Stuff like pineapple in a salad which with some green apple goes good with baby spinach. Hey I work out and I like good stuff as much as I like my junky stuff. I add some cashes and walnuts and other veggies and well it’s more like the salad is my main and the other stuff’s my sides like my burger with the works, a few french fries just for a taste and I do load up on the shrimp they have here it’s those really big cocktail sized ones probably brought in from B.C. and I even get a few rounds of the sushi things with the rice and the seaweed.

I’ve eaten maki rolls before my mom makes them now and then even if it’s just home rice but the other kids here are trying it and sort of not liking it. Well not all of them but some of them it’s the nori, it get’s the newbie’s everytime.

I do ask for some seracha if they have any in the kitchen which they do. That’s this sweet pepper and chili hot sauce with some garlic in it. I like it better than the wasabi that is made from a paste or the cocktail sauce they have for the shrimp.

I like it with any fish but it’s really good with anything that has cucumber in it so it goes really well with the maki I’m having.

Our team eats a little heavy but Sophie and Gwen and even I are getting looks from some of the girls. One of the girls looks over at us from one of the other teams.

“How can you guys eat like that?’

Gwen grins before shoving in a very unladylike forkful into her mouth. “Hungry.”

Sophie nods but pauses between burger bites. “We always end up burning it off.”

The girl stares at our food. “You can burn all of that off?”

I grin and pick a little grape tomato out of my salad. “There’s lot’s of ways that we burn it off.” I look at my girls before sucking on it in my fingers seductively like it was something else.”

Gwen grins and Sophie, well Sophie’s still looking hungry for something else.

Those girls sort of do that goggling stares and they sort of get all embarrassed too and sort of way too self conscious to ask any more questions except to watch us as we’re sort of playing with out food in that whole sucking on things teasing way.

Baby carrots, grape tomatoes and those little triangle wedges of pineapple serve very well as props. But Gwen with her finger twirling the stringy stretchy cheese thing was kind of fun too.

I’m sure that we entertained more than just that table too with us just sort of eating and goofing off together.

It was actually pretty fun and as much as we liked the sort of shock them fun and games Sophie’s the most agitated or rather still agitated and she finished first and she went and got some desert in one of those fold over take out trays and she looks at me and Gwen and we do the same. Gwen getting two big slices of cake and I get three pints of milk and some plastic cutlery and we head back to our room.

Sophie’s already brushing her teeth and we set the desert on the TV stand for later and we join her and it’s not long before we’re kissing together which is actually really nice when everyone’s all like super minty fresh and then the clothes are coming off and we’re making our way to the bed and Sophie pushes me down and she grins pulling down my panties and her and Gwen start kissing down from my abs to my mound and they spread me open and…

“Yes…yes, yes, oh my ff...fuck yes…” There is nothing quite as hornifyingly amazing as having two women pulling you open like a wish bone and taking turns eating your Vee and frenching each other and doing sexy thrilling things all over your skin and their…each other’s skin.

Watching it would be all get you wet and happy and turned on but being a part of it and the primary victim?

And two different fingers rubbing you off or rubbing and fingering as the mouths interchange.

And then we switch it up with me being one of the vee-eaters and we keep it going until the silver bullet comes into play adding super yummy sexy make your brain drool cum vibrations to it and then Sophie with Mr. Big.

I swear she’s really getting an affinity for fucking like a guy…okay well not like a guy but like…Sophie’s an animal after a game and more so when we win like she’s got like this guy side that wants that victory sex and this being the play offs…

She sank in from behind when I was eating Gwen’s pussy and using the silver bullet for the assist. I knew it was coming and she took her time sinking that big…big eight inches into me and made me whine and gasp as she slowly fucked me to a cum.

And while I was panting and my vee was used to it now I felt her hands slide up my thighs until she got to that spot where my legs meet my hips and her hands gripped me there in those joints and I could feel her fingers tighten and she pulled out and then shot right back in…

“Oh god of fuck!” It’s the jolt of pleasure but it’s her power too and her grip. It’s giving me more of a girly boner and the sexy edgy feeling of being taken that mixes with me knowing exactly the feeling and the thrill Sophie’s getting from boning me.

She uses slow hard and powerful strokes and every one gets a sexy cry…uh..oh…ugn…and such from me as she’s fucking me…no nice words about it she’s getting faster and faster and yet she’s sort of leaned back a little as she’s doing it so the length of Mr. Big is pressed right up against my clitty and it get’s to the point of where I’m hanging onto Gwen’s hips for dear life and I’m face buried into her vag to muffle my cries.

I didn’t know that when you cum-scream into a girls vee that the vibes from that can get her off…apparently I was crying into Gwen that much and the whole face mashing and my occasional trying to lick was more than enough combined to send her over the edge too.

And even she gets into it with her cumming and telling me. “Ugn…that’s it…that’s it Tracy you cum…you cum…you cum and then you suck my little girly hard on…”

Of frigging course I do as there’s this taking it from both ends feeling welling up in all of this sexiness and taking me right over the edge….and over…and over and then I just can’t stay up even with Sophie holding me I melt into post orgasm butter and she rolls me aside and I’m panting and grinning like a fool into the bedding and Sophie crawls onto the bed and kisses Gwen desperately and she pushes Gwen down and then pulls her to her closer by her legs and I hear Gwen’s triumphant cry of getting shanked by Mr. Big.

I watch then recover long enough to take the silver bullet and sink it into Sophie past the harness as she’s fucking Gwen she’s moving back and forth with it herself.

I think I have a tiny little cummy after-shock watching the two of them until they get off hard and almost loud enough to get us caught…the sexy cries muffled by mouths and breasts.

We all collapse in a heap and just sort of slither crawl together for a post sexy cuddle and a little doze.

Gwen wakes me and smiles. “Hey…lets go down to the pool for a bit they’ll be closing it in a couple of hours.”

“Sure, that actually sounds good.”

We get up and freshen up quickly and get changed into our swim suits and stuff and I opt for the two piece red one I have with the red lycra tank suit top. I could go topless but that’s likely bring questions and stuff or get us tossed and besides while I don’t have any breasts it does highlight by contrast my slim torso and my abs.

And the bottoms I’ll have to admit are awesome in this close to cheeky cut that shows off my butt which I kinda like now given my whole sort of new sexual outlook but also the fact that it’s a hip hugger style too that dips lowish on my mound a little but hugs so tightly that there’s no mistaking that little dip in my flesh that is my vee.

I mess my hair a bit for a bit of this tussled sexy look and grin at the mirror. I look hot really.

We head down to the pool and gym area and it’s quite busy and we’re getting looks because I might not be a girl but you can’t help but to glide a certain way after you’ve had the kind of sexy that we’ve had.

Oh yeah we sort of strut that as we come in and we claim a couple of chaise chairs and then we walk down the steps and into the pool.

It’s warm but still cool at the same time and it’s a pretty big pool so we’re not too crowded and there’s plenty of room for all of us there and a few lines roped off for the people who actually want to swim.

Mostly I just watch all the really lovely and hawt teenaged girls as they swim and move and walk and whatever they’re doing…it doesn’t matter really since they’re teenaged girls, athletic basketball playing teenaged girls and they’re in bathing suits and most of them are wet from the pool.

Heaven, like seriously heaven.

I do take a swim since I don’t often get a chance to and I go until I can feel it in my arms and legs and then I just dive and come up on the other side and slip out of the pool and sit on the chaise and just enjoy the scenery all over again.

We’re there about an hour when I see Jamey and his sister come in and some of the kids from their school and he’s…Oh he’s cute. He’s more than cute he’s actually this sexy blonde slender yet muscled he’s so Yaoi looking.

He looks like his sister and if he didn’t clearly work out he’d pass for her flat double almost even his features in his face are more pretty than handsome. He is slender but he’s go a build like mine only a bit more in the shoulders and upper arms and of course his trunks are saying he’s definitely a boy.

I don’t say a whole lot but I do watch him go and swim and watch him move and actually since Frankie and having a bit of the flesh and blood thing even though Frankie is a girl to me it’s woken a new side to my sexuality and that side is taking not of the semi-he’s constantly got going on in his trunks….especially when he gets out of the pool to dive they cling to him as the water’s running off.

I don’t do anything until I see him head to the sauna.

I get up and I follow him and he’s just sitting down as I come in and close the door and lean against the hot wood. Wow…it’s really hot in here and yet it’s oddly good…it’s my first time in one actually.

“Hey Jamey.”

“Uhm…hey Tracy….”

“So……”

“So….?” He gulps and he’s staring at me and taking me all in and I can see him starting to tent his trunks.

“So have you thought about what I said?”

He gulps again and just nods.

I walk over to him and smile and slide my arms around his neck and I grind my crotch against his hard on and feel him stiffen even more.

“Oh…oh Tr…Tracy.”

“Mmm…” I kiss him.

It’s my first kiss to a guy and it’s not like Frankie or the girls it’s different and I’m not sure exactly how but I know I’m the one that’s got a whole lot more experience doing this. I feel my little clitty harden though when his hands sort of shyly settle on my hips…then slowly move to my butt.

“Lower Jamey, I don’t mind.”

His eyes widen. “Really?”

“No, I want to be with you anyway so it’s pretty okay for you to do that.”

His hands move to my butt and while I’m not into the whole butt sex idea it does feel nice to have someone actually touching you there. Not pervy just nice and we keep kissing or rather I keep kissing him and he’s slowly getting the hang of it.

Oh this could be dangerous if we get caught but…

I walk him back a few feet to the bench for the sauna and I sit him down and kneel at the same time as I pull his trunks down enough to free his dick.

It’s longish but not too thick and it’s sticky with pre-cum and he sucks in a huge breath.

“Oh Jesus…oh holy shit Tracy what are you doing we might get…oh…uhn…” I’m stroking him and he bangs his head on the wall a few times and his hips arch fast and his breathing gets ragged fast and there’s this whine of… “Tracy…”

Oh wow that was fast, I haven’t really done anything yet.

I swallow my mouth dry and quickly wrap my lips around his tip and I know its coming and it does as he sobs out. “Tracy….holy fuck Tracy…”

There’s a lot…and he thrashes a little too like he doesn’t know what to do. Oh my…I swallow it as fast as I can and close my eyes and pretend I’m trying to drink a milkshake and that I need to suck really hard it’s so thick as my hand is still stroking him off now.

It’s a really odd taste and I can’t really help but taste it and y’know before that might have been a bit of a thing to like freak me out but now…I’m getting my head wrapped around being Tracy and Everything that entails or is possible so…yeah I’m tasting the odd salty kind of sweet tastes of Jamey and yeah I swallowed.

Jamey goes limp and I pull off of him and I tuck him away and slide onto the bench to straddle him and I lift his chin so he can look up at me. “You were a virgin weren’t you?”

He nods and he’s still panting.

“You want some more? You want to fuck me deep and eat my pussy?”

Jamey swallows again. “Yes…oh hell yes…”

“You want all of me?”

“Please….fucking please Tracy…” He says it as he buries his face into my chest.

“Can we use your room?’

“Yes…it’s a single…just me.”

“Not right now it’s not.”

I get off of him and pull him by his fingers out of the sauna and I head out and stop and sweep up Sophie’s bag and look in it….yeah she actually brought it. She’s looking at me and at him and I grin at her as she puts two and two together and her eyes widen.

“See you later.” I smile and leave with her purse and let Jamey take me to his room.

What a good boy…chapter 22

It’s a powerful thing feeling what I’m feeling as Jamey is walking just behind me following me and my sway as we go down the hall. I can feel his eyes on me as we get to the end of the hall. I stop at the intersection part by the lobby. “Which way?”

“Left I’m in the five hundreds…uhm five-oh-two.”

“Okay then…” I turn and smile at him and I can see despite me draining him of his first load he’s hard again and sort of trying to hold his towel in a way that he’s not showing that off to everyone around. I try and sound sexy, not girly sexy but me sexy sleek…voiced like a sort of maybe purr to me saying that.

It’s not hard either considering I’m super horny and my vee is aching with need and my clitty’s hard enough I could cut glass with it I think.

It’s also a good thing that I’m wet from the pool.

We go to his room which leads us to those rooms on the outside of the hotel that sort of ring the tennis court that they have in the back of this place. No not too fancy but it’s still kind of cool or it is to me. I stop outside his door and wait for him to open up and let us in and I close it and lock the door behind us as I lean up against it.

“C’mere Jamey.”

He blinks and walks over to me all awkward and kind of cute. Well more than cute he’s so got this Yaoi thing going on and it coupled with him being so nervous and shy it’s very thrilling and intoxicating.

I’m just winging it too I’m not all that sure of what to do besides the mechanics of actually being with a guy. Being with Frankie might have similar things like physically but this is as new to me as it is to Jamey.

I push off the door with my but and wrap my arms around his neck and lace my fingers together and I kiss him.

It takes a few seconds but he’s trying to kiss me back and it’s so different than what I’m used to. His lips aren’t as plush as the girls are and even as pretty as he is for a boy he’s harder…like not just the boner but he works out and he’s sleek too.

I can tell he does it because of the twin thing; he’d look like a serious double of his sister if he didn’t. Jamey’s still slim and he’s slender but the muscle he has is tight and hard and it feels so good to touch and to feel as we kiss but he’s not used to being touched by another person so there’s these good little shivers and twitches when I touch something sensitive or ticklish and he’ll smile.

Okay my anti-gay thoughts that were sort of still in the back of my head eroding away since the accident are breaking up like chunks of ice in hot bathwater.

Jamey has a nice smile, a little shy but it’s this nice sweet-boy smile that is charming and endearing all at the same time as being so very shy.

And slowly bit by bit the kissing is getting better too. I’m getting more used to him and he’s learning how to kiss better. You actually do learn to kiss someone that you’re with better after the first ten or so kisses. It’s getting past that fear of intimacy and fear of just plain screwing it up that makes kissing awkward.

Once you’re used to each other it gets a lot better and fun and sexy.

I actually like the fun part.

All the sex stuff aside there’s this teenager part of both of us or at least for me that’s still able to be all…oh way cool I’m necking with someone!...and there’s smiles all the way into our eyes as we break between kissing and end up looking at each other and smiling.

I bite my lip and try to give him sexy eyes. “God I’m so turned on right now Jamey.”

He nods. “M..me too…”

I step around him letting go and walk backwards to his bed slipping the clingy top off and there’s that sort of odd expression on his face when I’m like him…guy, boy chested and definitely not a flat girl.

I grin a little at him and take my bottoms off slowly doing this hopefully sexy shift of my hips back and forth like that shimmy thing where you go from one foot to another. Kind of actually stripping for him.

Oh there’s such a semi-shocked-sort of turned on look in his eyes when he sees that I have a vee. A wet slickly glistening very real vee.

“Oh wow…oh Tracy…”

“Yes it’s real, come here and see…touch it.”

“I can touch it?”

“Well…I can touch it until you’re ready…” I sit on the corner of his bed and I suck on a finger and then I slip that hand down and I slowly start to rub myself. I’m so turned on it takes nothing for a few strokes to get me breathing hard and moaning.

Jamey comes over. “Oh my god that’s so sexy…”

“It feels even better.”

“Really?”

I swallow and nod and breathe out with a shiver. “Oh, oh yes it so does…but you know what would be better?”

“No…what?”

“Your touch…your lips and your tongue.”

“You want me to go down on you?”

I nod and smile at him getting all steamed up inside. “You still like girls right?”

“Yes…I like you too though.”

“Mmmm…that’s good but Jamey…if you really want to make a girl really like you once you and her start to get intimate you need to learn how to eat pussy.”

“Girls are really into that?”

“Hell yes…here…kneel down…I’ll show you what to do to me…teach you how to get me off and if you can do that you can for sure get her off because she’s going to have a whole bunch more nerves and stuff down there.”

He sinks to his knees and I lay back on my back enough to snatch his pillow. “Here, trust me your knees will thank me.”

He takes it and uses it and I sit back up holding myself up with my arms. “Go ahead…touch it…just gently, like you’re touching tissue or silk or satin…it’s all sensitive down there.”

I’m so getting a wide-on as he touches me. And he’s literally touching and exploring me inside and out as I tell him how to stroke my thighs and my labia and just inside the folds and even as important in another way the outside crease of them….

It’s so erotic and intense that it feels so super sensitive as he is exploring and touching and rubbing that I cum.

“Oh…oh wow Tracy that…that was…”

I nod. “Yes, yes it was lean in, taste it…lap me up.”

“Lap you up?”

“Yes…like I’m melting ice cream…do it Jamey, do it lick me, lick my cream.”

He’s not Gwen or Sophie but he’s Jamey and it’s that who tenative licking and tasting and these sweet little laps at my Tracy creamy goo…it’s so reminding me of this sexy kitten kind of boy at the cream dish.

“Oh…Jamey…oh Jamey more…go in more and find my clitty…lick it…suck on it…kiss my clitty and hum…”

There’s this muffled. “Hum?”

“Mmmmm! Yes…hum…make me feel it make me cum. Make me cum make it vibrate.”

Oh…oh…Jamey gets in there and he’s getting it, getting less shy with his touches and with his fingers and he’s pulled me open gently but he’s pulled me open and that’s sexy as hell just thinking of my tight little vee being used like that and his tongue laps me and laps me and he kisses and tastes as he get’s more and more into it and he get’s his lips on my clitty and he hums…

I know I don’t need any more hot or kink in my sex life…but there is this whole… “Oh ff..ffuck Purr…”

And he actually chuckles into me which just sets me off again. And I wriggle on the bed and gasp and moan low and slow and hump Jamey’s face. I’m not even done panting when I tell him.

“Get those shorts off…I want you Jamey, I want you inside me…”

He’s up from my vee really quickly and he’s pulling apart the draw strings and as he’s doing that I take my feet and hook my toes into his waistband and push them off his hips. He climbs up on the bed.

“Tracy…oh fuck Tracy I don’t know what to do…show me…”

“Lift my legs up and around you hips…”

He does and I’m instantly struck at the feeling of power and strength he has in him…the girls are buff and in great shape but Jamey is stronger and that feeling of him grabbing my legs and putting them up as he’s pulling me in sent this little thrill up my spine the same sort of way it does when Sophie takes me.

“Pull your skin back….line it up…just fill me…”

He takes it from there and he sinks into me…

Okay Jamey’s not as big as Mr. Big but he’s alive…and I mean that I can not just feel his body heat inside of me filling my vee with this amazing warmth that’s the match to my soon to be orgplosions to come but…I don’t know how to explain it. But hard, so hard and soft because it’s flesh that not even the most real silicone or jelly toy can have and just…just alive.

He moves into me then pulls out and there’s a few moans from both of us and a few missed strokes as he pops out and we sort of get to where we know just how far is in and where we’ll disconnect and we start getting into a sweet sexual rhythm.

I’m not passive either…I grip into the sheets to get some leverage and I tighten my legs around his hips and touch my heels into the small of his back using the curve of his butt and I roll my hips in time with him and it’s hard strokes but not and fast but not and it feels like a long time and then Jamey is kissing me and I’m kissing him and he stops in mid kiss and I see his pupils widen and his breath catch and I push onto him and clench up and he gasps and hisses.

“Tight…..” followed right after by. “Ffuck……”

I feel him swell inside of me stretching and pushing against my clench and then it get super hard as everything in him clenches too and I feel this seemingly hotter than hotness filling me and this feeling of force…of his cumming inside of me and it takes me over the edge in a hard powerful cum for me that has me biting his shoulder not breaking skin but leaving marks and I don’t really have nails but I’m still clawing at his back like and animal and topping it all off he’s holding me tight to his lap and tight against him off of the bed in his arms and that feeling of his strength is thrilling.

So getting the gay thing at the moment…it’s still not gay but a Tracy thing but still…it’s that very guyness that’s sexy in the right way.

I kiss him and roll my hips still staying clenched and still holding him there inside me until he recovers and I feel Jamey hardening inside of me and oh my effing god that is an amazing feeling all it’s own.

Then I lean us back taking us over with our weight and I’m on my back and he sinks in a little deeper with the momentum and I puff out a little oh…

Then we kiss again…that’s getting better each time.

“Take my legs; take them up and over your shoulders Jamey…”

He nods and god the way that his hair looks still wet is really sexy and the feeling on him inside me and parts of him moving and my moving as he slips one leg then the other over his shoulders is erotic…sexy…delicious.

It doesn’t take him any prompting top start moving again…oh…oh the kink…the good kink of him taking me…yes…my legs up and him folding me back and open is just so good…Better than good.

I’m so wet and wetter than ever really slicked inside now with his cream in me and not matter how tight I am I’m so slick to that Jamey is pistoning in and out of me sending me over the edges again and again.

What really tops it all off the way we match during this…him kissing me, me kissing him. Me a V-boy and him a yummy boy. His cock and my vagina and up from that we’re flush together ab’s touching ab’s and chest to chest and face to face and his hands intertwined with mine as he holds my hands up over my head.

Two boys just fitting together so perfectly.

And god it feels like such a long time that we’re doing this too and he does last longer since he’s cum twice and it takes a guy longer to “get off” after each time so it’s just so good and he feels so good and me positioned like that…he’s sinking into me so deep it’s base touching base and he grinds into finally as he hit’s his third of the night pressing into me as deep as he can and staying there but still rolling his hips into me with each sweet burst.

I bit him again to keep from screaming out loud as the bubbling up hot searing fluids have nowhere to go that he’s releasing and it’s this hot sexy mess inside me that trips me off hard.

Then it’s like he had all the energy pulled out of him and he falls on top of me and my legs slip off to either side and we’re both just laying there panting and exhausted it was just as intense as the swimsuit shop with Sophie but in a totally different way.

Jamey rolls to one side and snuggles into me and I snuggle into him as I enjoy the feeling of being held by those strong wiry arms of his.

It doesn’t take long before we’re both napping.

……………………………………It’s the after sex about sex dreams that wake me up.

I can’t get the other idea of being with him out of my head especially after me batteries have recharged. I roll over closer to him and move the sheet and I kiss his ab’s and then kiss lower.

Jamey stirs a little. “Mmm…Tracy…?”

“Are you ready lover?”

“Ready for…?” He’s sleepy cute.

“Ready for me to make love to your sweet body.” I take his cock and stroke it and sit up and look at him. His eyes are open now and he’s looking at me and he nods while biting his lip. “I..I think so.”

“You might want to use the bathroom?”

“I already did before…before coming down to the pool.”

“Oh…eager?”

He blushes and looks so shy lying there and I hold eye contact until he nods a little nod at me.

I smile and lean over the bed backwards enough to snag Sophie’s bag and smile at him and dig around inside. Mr. Big is in there and the harness but also a good sized tube of lube and some condoms.

“Nervous?”

He nods and blushes again but some part of him must be into this too because I’m not stroking him right now and he’s getting hard all over again all on his own.

“I’ll be gentle, I’ll ease you into this….I’ll be sweet just like those boys that sink into your twin.” I lie back down and take the tip of his cock into my mouth and sort of give him a tip job making him moan while I get strapped and then get the lube and the condoms out I slip one over my index finger and then adjust myself into a better position to do this and suck Jamey when I think he needs it.

I apply some lube to his rosebud and he gasps. I smile up at him. “Easy…easy…it’s just the first touch relax, just feel and enjoy it…all the feelings…being wanted, feeling sexy…” I’m feeling and touching the insides of his thighs and the inner curves of his bottom and I’m reaching in and slipping a well lubed finger inside slowly.

“Oh…uh…oh…Tracy…”

“Yes baby?”

“Oh…oh…”

It’s all he’s saying and he’s wriggling a little as my finger sinks deeper and deeper until it’s in and I move it gently and slowly. “It’s warm isn’t it? It’s warm and it’s reaching into your deep place and making a connection inside you…”

He nods and he whines and I find his little bumpy spot inside like I did with Frankie and he gasps. “Oh…oh…”

“Hmmm…?”

“Oh ff…fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” Jamey’s sort of chanting it breathlessly as I rub his boi-spot and I can see his cock dance and jump with the little flexes and twitches I feel inside of him.

“Good?”

“Y..yes…oh Tracy…I never…”

“You never thought that it’s be this good?”

“Nn..no…never thought…”

“Yes you did…you knew, you knew that she loves it and that you might love it too just like she does…you’re her twin, you share so much then why not this? I mean just a little flicker of fate and you’d be her…moaning and moving like an angel on this bed…oh…well you are aren’t you?”

He nods and I’m moving my finger faster and faster and rubbing that spot every chance I get to touch it and he’s rolling his hips a little to meet me.

“Tracy…please…please make me your angel…show me…take me…please…”

“Okay lover, okay angel boy…” I lean over as I move into place and I kiss him and slip the condom off my finger and reach down to his cock and stroke him some more. He’s all sticky with pre-cum and all boi-wet with want.

I lube up Mr. Big really well and add a large dollop to Jamey’s hole and I lean over and I kiss him again and slip him some tongue and we kiss and kiss and I slowly line up and sink the head into him.

He does this huge inhale and cries out into my mouth and I break the kiss as he starts to pant breathe and his eyes flutter and widen as I very slowly sink into him deeper.

“Eeegnh…..Oh…big…big..It’s so big Tracy…”

I only go about half way before stopping and kissing him until his breathing slows and stroke him off too while I’m doing that and then slowly pull out and he moans and pants not fast but these wanton sexy breaths. I’ve made those sounds; he’s made me make those sounds.

Slowly in and out and in and out just feeding his sweet bottom just enough…just enough to enjoy it and get more and more relaxed and start to move himself once the shock wears off and it becomes more.

I change my angle too so now those strokes at tapping into his spot and he starts to moan and to cry out and sex pant. “Oh Tracy, oh god….fuck me…fuck me Tracy, please more…more… fill me deep…I want to feel more…make me sexy…”

I keep up the pace and don’t go any deeper until its Jamey pushing back against me harder wanting more of my cock inside of him. God he looks sweet and yet sexy and wild and feral.

But when he’s pushing back for more I grab both of his legs and wrap them around my waist and sink the other half into him in one push.

Jamey cries out and turns his head and screams kind of Yaoi sexy boyishly into his pillow. He’s shooting streams of cum into the air and over us. I lean in deep and into his ear I’m whispering. “I can feel you, I can feel you clenching and tightening around my cock…this big thick cock…can you feel it? You can can’t you angel boy you’re beautiful bottom opened for me and deep inside so deep inside you there’s all this cock filling you like nothing else making you whole…filling you like she gets filled up…”

He pulls his head away and his eyes are fevered with wantonness and lust.

“More…harder…fuck me harder…please Tracy.”

I take his hips and I grin and I start moving and pistoning in and out of Jamey just like I’ve done with the girls and he’s acting so like them. Breathing hard, pants, moans and sexy hissing sounds, little whines and he’s pushing back rolling his hips up to meet me as I see Jamey become like me or them when you get to that point in sex when you’re just not you but you’re that sexual animal craving as much of this pleasure that you can get for as long as you can stand it.

He’s this super sexy boy that can so closely pass for a girl if he didn’t work so hard at not looking like his twin…and he’s letting that go…whatever was there in his head that makes him strive to be as guy as he can and not like her has receded and he’s diving into being my wanton angel boi.

And as tight and wiry muscled as he is he’s gone all submissive too at the same time letting me have all this control and letting me be the strong one this time.

And I do…legs and hips and my ab’s are all going into the movements and the power and hands go from gripping him tightly and pulling his sweetness onto my eight inches over and over to wrapping him up in my strong arms and fucking him upright like those hot scenes in the movies.

He cries out and has these little sort of mini- spasms as he has his orgasms and he’s not cumming that much and his third has him sobbing and me biting him again in a different spot as I finally get off and I get off really hard.

Belly to belly, doggy style, on our sides…all of that until we’re spent again and I’m getting a stitch in my side. I use some wipes Sophie has to clean us up and everything and we roll up the sheet we were having sex on and it’s late.

And this was such a thing…it was so special I’m not going to leave and cheapen it instead I slip into the sheets with him and we snuggle up and he’s shivery and I am too as we’re coming down from this post sex high and adrenaline.

It’s actually a really nice cuddle and it’s completely different than falling asleep with the girls and I have to say that I do really, really like it.

Tight bodies, strong arms, muscle yet both sleek and lean…what’s not to love?

……………………………..And I slept really, really well too. I wake up with a knock on his door over and over and I hear what has to be his sister’s voice. “Jamey, Jamey come on it’s time to get up and head down to breakfast! We need to talk I heard you hooked up with that girl last night! Is that true? Is that why you have the do not disturb sign on out here….”

She cuts off as I open the door to his room and I’m completely naked she can see everything from my sleek sexy tone body and the utter lack of girl breasts to my vee which I’m not hiding from her at all either.

She stares at me and stares her jaw slightly open. “I’ll wake Jamey up and we’ll be right down he’s really still recovering from us making love all night and I’m sort of fancying sucking his cock for him before he’s up unless you have a problem with that.”

“Ww..what…?” She’s not as loud as before at all more like quiet and shocked.

I step outside and pull the door just closed a little yes I’m outside and yes I’m naked and it seems to have thrown her. It’s kind of a powerful thing really to be that secure like this. I’m finding it at least to sort of having that effect. And it’s all kinds of naughty fun.

“I said I’m going to suck Jamey’s cock, unless you want me to suck you first?”

“Ppp..pardon?”

“I could go down on you and delve into your pretty pussy and wrap my lips around you’re clitty and suck you off…bob my lips up and down on your clitty and suck you off like I do to your brother…I mean having your pussy eaten is fine and all but you’re his twin and you have to admit that when you see him with some pretty girl that you have to wonder what his hard on would feel like on you…and what sweet wanton lips would feel like.”

Oh my god yay…

Her eyes are half lidded from the dirty talk and there’s always this little thing in most peoples heads that sort of wonders about stuff like this and I think that she’s a little closer to wondering those things with her being so close to her brother.

I lean in and almost kiss close. “Think about it I’ll be around the rest of the tournament and Jamey’ll know where to find me.”

I step back inside leaving her out there with a very stunned and shocked look on her face.

Even if she doesn’t take me up on it I feel as sexy as hell for leaving her feeling that way.

Oh and if she does…I’ll so have to introduce her to Gwen and Sophie.

What a good boy…Chapter 23

I bite my lip and smile to myself after the whole thing with Janey out in the hall way and I feel very turned on but more? Powerful I guess, seductive in this only Tracy way I know that I got to her.

I know it because of the way she was breathing or not when her breath caught. And the way that her eyes looked.

Guys, men very seldom leave women in that way that I’ve seen. Other women yeah sometimes I mean…maybe. All I know is that right now Janey’s vee is likely as wet as mine is.

I walk over to the bed and slink into it and up until Jamey and I are level and I kiss him long and slowly and gently until he wakes up and as his breathing changes from being asleep to awake I pull him into consciousness by his tongue.

God he’s got hot hard morning boy wood and I slide myself into the bedding with him again still kissing and still holding his hard cock and I smile as I kiss him and bite at his lower lip as I sink my Vee on his cock…as soon as I touch my pubic bone to his I kagel around him and roll my hips just enough to jiggle my clitty.

“Morning Lover.”

“Wha…oh…oh…Tracy…”

I roll my hips and my abs and I feel my eyelids to the involuntary flicker because it feels so good…hard and soft and smooth yet not and warm I am really liking the feeling of hot hard cock inside of me.

I’m actually pleasantly surprised by that fact actually.

“Tracy, Tracy, mmmmmnnnnn…Tracy…”

“Yes Jamey?”

“So tight…so wet…oh god…”

“Like it?’

He nods his head over and over.

“More?”

“Yes…please yes…fuck me…please Tracy fuck me…”

Oh…

Oh well okay.

I get really into it and angle my body so my little clitty is grinding and pressing into his length as I ride him and it’s not long before I feel the build up and I’m having a powerful shake my insides orgasm around him and I lean down and I kiss Jamey as my body’s reaction carries him over the edge too.

I suck on his moans.

Kiss until we’ve stopped panting.

He’s looking at me and I’m looking at him smiling.

“Wow…god you’re so awesome.”

I grin. “Thank you….now roll over.”

“What?”

“Rollover you asked me to fuck you right?”

He’s looking at me surprised and he bites his lip like he’s nervous and scared and I nuzzle his face with mine and he stares at me a second and he rolls over.

“Knees in and ass up beautiful boy.”

Jamey does…he gets on his knees but his face and torso is pressed to the bed and I lube him up and there’s a hiss and a whimper.

“Sore?”

He nods. “And cold.”

“You still want to?”

He stops and he nods. I sink fingers in with lube, lots of lube getting him ready, massaging him inside, making him pant…then there’s this little moan that comes out of him.

He’s ready and I have Mr. Big strapped on again and I sink into Jamey and he presses his face into his pillow but pushes his bottom into me.

I start slow at first getting him used to it and getting him worked open and he’s moving with me so wanting this, and the whimpers and moans and the little yes’s he’s making into the pillow is really turning me on and then…Then I hit his happy spot and he arches and his face comes up from the pillow. “Aaaaaaaah y..yes!”

“Oh…there we go…like that baby? Is that good?’

I’m moving harder now that he’s used to it and faster too especially that I’ve got just the right angle to rub his happy spot.

Jamey nods and he bites his lips and he can’t take it anymore and he puts his face into the pillow and his fingers grip the top edge of the mattress and he’s moan-screaming into the pillow but he’s riding back against me.

Part of me wants to talk all nasty and dirty to him and stuff like who’s my bitch but he already knows that he is and that he’s being quite the little slut too….kind of reminds me of me a lot. But at the same time this is feeling soooo good for both of us I don’t want to wreck it with porn smut talking.

“Move for me Jamey, move for me ride my baby, make me feel so good when I’m making love to you…be my sweet boy, my sexy sweet boy… harder, faster, push back into me…make love to me…cum for me…”

And he’s doing it too my sweet new lover is face down into his pillow making these panting sounds mixed with these sweet sexy little cries as he meets my thrusts with his own and he’s chanting. “Tracy, Tracy, Tracy…….fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…….”

His body bucks hard and there’s this long whine as he shivers him way through a powerful orgasm I can feel the shot spasms and it gets me off too and I collapse ontop of him.

We’re like that for a little while and we sort of fall sideways and I wrap my arms around him and hold him tightly.

“Morning Jamey.”

“Huuuuuh…mm..morning Tracy.”

“You liked that?”

“Yes…god I…” He moves my arms and moves off of me with a little soft groan and then he rolls over and he looks at me. “I..I never thought…You…me…I…will you be my girlfriend?”

“No.”

“No….?” he looks cute but hurt. I lean over enough to kiss him softly.

“I’m not a girl.”

“Oh…it’s just…I…I want more of this, of us and I have my licence and a car…”

“That’s cool…so will you be my boyfriend then?”

“But you said…?”

“That I wouldn’t be your girlfriend but I wouldn’t mind being your boyfriend.”

“Oh…does that mean?”

“What do you want it to mean?”

“I…I know that you said that you were with those girls.”

I nod. “Yes, Gwen and Sophie are special to me we’re lovers and we’re best friends.”

“But you’ll still see them?”

“I was planning on it.”

“Oh…well…well what would they think about me…and you…?”

“I think Sophie would love to fuck you honestly and Gwen would be into it.”

He’s blinking and blushing. “I…really..?”

“Well I’ll ask.”

“Okay…I’ll…I’ll be your boyfriend.”

“Mmm…yay….” I give him a long sweet sexy kiss.

“Uhm…Tracy…?”

“Hmm babe?”

“Will…will we still be doing this?”

“This…?”

“I…I…Uhm what we just did.” He’s blushing and it’s really cute.

“What like tonight or what we just did?”

“Uhm…just did…?”

“Oh…Oh…Jamey you liked that?”

He nods a few times and puts him forehead on my chest. “I…I liked that…I liked that more than I thought that I would…I didn’t know I was gay.”

“Oh Jamey you might not be gay honey.”

“Huh…but…”

“You can like anything you want to like babe if you like pussy or you like hard cock then that’s what you like. It doesn’t have to make you anything but you.”

He’s blinking and he’s looking up at me and there’s actually this look there of relief. I get that, I wasn’t too far from freaking out about sleeping with him either until I started to really look at it and me and who I am and what I am.

My heart actually does this little roll over sigh thing. I’m not just all about the sex. I have sex a lot and lots of pretty cool encounters but even if Gwen and Sophie started seeing other people they’d still be my best friends.

The people I’m with, even Jamey even though we just met mean stuff to me. Jamey’s my first guy, I’m his first lover and that means something to me.

I lean forehead to forehead with him and just stay like that looking into his eyes.

“Whoever you need to be Jamey I’m good with, no labels no pressures. Let’s just be us okay?”

“Okay…so are we dating?”

“Well we haven’t go on a date yet so…no. We’re lovers, friends, each other’s firsts.”

“You’ve had sex before.”

“You’re my first guy Jamey and this was sexy, and erotic and at the same time it was kind.”

“Kind?”

“Jamey there was so many things we could have done, or said but didn’t you weren’t trying to be anything but you and you didn’t make fun of me…or freak out…or do anything bad…You were Kind.”

“That’s good?”

I’ve never had something bad happen in sex yet but there’s stories…bad ones and you hang around girls long enough and you hear them.

“That’s really good, and so are you.”

“I thought nice guys finish last?”

“Around me a nice guy’ll get good and laid.”

“Oh…” He’s smiling and dammit he’s cute, cuter than just the ways I was attracted to him before this. He has nice eyes and the way they look when he’s happy and the smile it’s cute in this sexy sweet boy way.

I think the girls would say sweet and dreamy.

I shift myself closer and settle in for some soft and real kissing.

There’s a really good indicator of liking someone, if kissing and making out with them is a good thing and makes you happy outside of the sex. I’m not in love with Jamey but I’m sure in deep like with him.

And that’s still kind of awesome.

I break the kiss and look at him. “We should get showered I imagine that we need to be there for breakfast.”

I slip out of bed and pull him with me and there’s some funny Oh I just been done and now I’m moving sort of expressions going on and I kiss him again as we get the water the right temperature. “Relax Jamey feeling like that’s part of the fun.”

“It is?”

“Yeah it is, you had a good time?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Then own it.”

We shower together and that’s fun too, he’s all sleek and buff and I’m sleek and buff and he’s got his boy stuff and I have my v-boy stuff and it’s actually just sort of boy-friendy fun getting all lathered up and stuff.

It’s wet soapy sexy fun that so could have led to other things.
Jamey looks at me and there’s a shy smile and he grabs a couple of gym style bags and takes out some clothes.

“Here, you can’t exactly wear the bathing suit down the halls to your room right?”

“Well I could but this is really a cool boy-friendy thing to do.”

“Well it’s just the right thing to do.”

I take a pair of track pants and a hooded zip front sweat shirt with the stuff from his school on it.

“Can I have these?”

“To keep?”

“Yes, for last night…like a keepsake.”

“Uhm sure…that’d be nice.”

We kiss and he gets dressed and we both leave and I take my swim wear in the bag I brought and I head to my room and Jamey goes to meet up with his sister’s team and their entourage.

There’s no one in our room and it smells like Vee-juice in here and the bed’s a mess and they left out the housekeeping sign and open the windows.

Their work out bags are gone and I get changed getting some underwear on and stuff then a school tee-shirt on and take the hoody that Jamey gave me and head down to the hotel dining room where I meet up with Gwen and Sophie and the rest of us lined up to get in the doors.

Gwen’s grinning at me as I come up and I think I’m just now sort of permanently part of this three some since the girls in line just adjust to let me in there with them. It’s not a cut in line just we’re now I guess an accepted group.

“So…?”

I grin back and her. “It was really good.”

“Really good?”

“Oh yes, It’s pretty safe to assume I like cock.”

Some of the girls around burst out into giggles and some of them are staring in that scandalized way mostly from some of the other teams waiting to get in.

Sophie leans into me and wraps an arm around me in this sort of hot kinda butch possessive way. “And is he like Janey?”

“Yes, very much yes.”

Wait…

“Janey? So you know his sister’s name how exactly?”

Gwen grins. “She popped over early this morning to give us an earful over you.”

“Oh really?”

Sophie nodded. “Turns out she’s a lot like her brother as well.”

“Really so that’s what I smelled coming into our room?”

Gwen laughs and our lines start moving in. “Let’s dish about it over breakfast I could use seconds.”

I laugh with her at some of the confused looks on some of the girls faces as we head into the dining room grabbing trays for the buffet.

What a good boy…Chapter 24

“So what do you exactly need seconds on Gwen?” I ask grinning at her and she laughs and Sophie chuckles.

I grin and not just because I’m all super sexed up and still buzzed on my after glow. Okay it is a factor but the same for my girls since they’re really well laid too.

No it’s just them. I love Gwen’s light, she’s sunny and bright and cheerful and her laugh just reflects it too. Gwen’s one of those girls that isn’t quiet; I really love her for that.

Yeah Love.

Honestly if she hadn’t been Gwen and been so open and given me the chance and us becoming friends none of the rest would have likely happened. It kinda sucked with the haters and stuff before her even if I was fighting back.

And Sophie…I love her too…that warm chuckle. I’d say chocolate like but it’d sound like a black thing comment. It’s not but it’s her…earthy, heady, intense. Sophie’s almost my first steady boyfriend really. Strong and dominant a lot in ways I honestly like and then there’s that part of her that’s taught me that it’s okay to feel sexy.

Mentally helped me get my head around the Vee in me being a V-boy.

There’s one thing having a vag it’s another thing to claim it.

They’re my lovers and honestly my best friends.

We get up to the buffet line and I start helping myself. Bacon because it’s yummy but there’s other stuff too so some sausages and some English muffins and I go for the poached eggs rather than the scrambled. Besides they have a cook doing them to order and the scrambled eggs are in a heating dish.

I re-arrange things on my plate with some tomato on the muffins with the bacon and then get the eggs on top and they even have hollandaise there too. I add just a drizzle for flavor and get a juice and a milk for my tray.

Sophie’s got scrambled eggs with a bunch of ham and hash browns and ketchup and Gwen’s going for sweet with this leaning tower of pancakes with bacon and a pool of butter and syrup on her plate and some sausages too.

We sit with the others at a bigger table and we’re getting looks from some of them. I know it’s because of the amount of food we’re eating. It’s mostly girls here and I see a lot of yogurts and cottage cheese, fruit and half slices of toast. Oh some girls are eating a good portion but a lot more are doing that diet thing.

One of the girls asks from our table we’re sharing. “Jeez that’s a lot of food, aren’t you going to get fat?”

I grin. “Starved, all the sex.”

Her eyes widen and she’s looking at the three of us and we’re grinning at each other. Sophie then points a sausage at me. “Cock burns off a lot of energy.”

I take it from her and eat it. “Yeah, I was so exhausted after getting boned but it was so good.”

The other girls are gawking, some blushing and giggling as are the girls close by. There’s some definitely some non-virgins here.

One of the others speaks up. “Hey what’s with the cock talk I thought you were all dykes?”

I smile and chew on my food. Gwen looks around. “Girls are hot, but cock is awesome too.”

“But girls…eww fuck.” One of the others at a table says.

I sit up. “Why? Why’s it have to be eeew at all? Girls get girls, most of you have best friends if not most of your friends that are girls…and I know I’m not the only one to Jill-off so what’s wrong with fingers…someone else’s…it feels good for someone else to be touching your yay bits.”

“But it’s gay?”

I laugh. “It’s twenty twelve c’mon. When are we going to get over the hangs ups and just be us?”

“Us?” One of them pipes up.

I lean over to Sophie and we kiss there in the open on the mouth and just break it and I say. “Tracy kissing Sophie because Tracy want’s to kiss Sophie.”

There’s a few more stares and a few nods. I even see a few that look all kind of “Oh…” over seeing that happen.

“But you’re…you were talking about getting.”

“Cock.” Gwen says with all that satisfaction of being that just stand out kind of girl she is. I can tell she really loved saying that.

I nod. “I seriously wasn’t expecting to enjoy it so much.”

There’s a few nods but a few girls in our area get up and leave some taking others with them. I can hear them muttering. “Lesbians, perverts…sluts.”

I shake my head and I eat some more and I look at the Gwen and Sophie. “So are you going to tell me what happened?”

Sophie nods. “Later though we have some free time after practice this afternoon before we have to come back and watch the other games.”

Gwen nods. “We can go and do some shopping and dish.”

Some of the other girls are talking and stuff and then stop and one looks over at me. “So you’re Tracy right?”

“Yes that would be me.” I smile; I think I know what’s coming.

“We were wondering and stuff.”

“Okay about what?”

“We heard a rumor that you used to be a guy.”

“I’m still a guy, you see any boobs?”

“Well you could be like flat a whole lot of lezzies are like flat and stuff.”

“Nope I’m a guy.”

“And you just said that you liked cock?”

I nod. “Yes I did and yes I do.”

“But you’re a guy…how?”

“Well I get ready and wet and horny and I lie down and get all cuddled and fine with him and he sinks his hot love stick into my vee.”

“You have a vee?”

I give then a look and lean back in my chair. “You girls already know that since one we changed together yesterday and I remember being naked and two you heard the rumors so you were going to ask me that eventually right?”

There’s some sheepish look and a few nods. Another one asks. “We heard a lot of stuff actually but we heard that you got it cut off?”

“I was run over while on my bike and my bike and the SUV and a couple of mall speed bumps ended up in really messing me up. It tore up my boy stuff so much it was try and live with what they could repair as a really non functioning male sexually or get a vaginoplasty done and actually have a chance at a sort of normal sex life.”

There’s some wincing and some nods and the first one says. “Okay that makes sort of sense, I guess I’d do the same thing I guess than be just…messed up for life.”

The second one asks. “So you aren’t like going to like be a girl though even though you’ve just slept with a guy?”

“Nope, I mean I’m not going to lie and say that the idea of going that way had a sort of appeal in the fact that I could pass and stuff and sort of try and fake it and sort of have a normal life. But I just don’t feel it. I’m not a girl.”

They blink and try to take that in and Gwen adds in. “So when I slide down and bury my face in Tracy’s snatch I’m kind of sucking cock.”

There’s some blushes and giggles. Some of them are thinking that over. The first girl that asked the question asks her. “Is he good at returning the favor?”

“As good as a real lesbian or bi-girl Tracy does have a really sensitive vee.”

More laughs and giggles. The girl asks again. “But you just had a guy so doesn’t that make you gay?”

I shake my head no. “I used to think that too but not in the way that I feel. I have a type or types and then there is the fact that I have a vee and it’s kind of good for that kind of thing so as much as I’m kind of a girl and as much as I’m a guy I’m Tracy and that really really works for me.”

She looks at me. “How so?”

“Well if there’s a girl that’s sort of curious about getting down there and trying some hot steamy sexy girl stuff then I’m still really a guy so technically she’s not being a lesbian.”

She snorts. “I call bullshit on that. You eat pussy man made or natural you are at least bisexual.”

I nod. “You can take it that way or pansexual or just take it as I’m just Tracy and just go with it and not worry about the experience and labelling it.”

There’s a few nods and some smiles and there was likely going to be a few more questions when two of the snitty girls come over with one of the coaches.

“See you heard them they were talking about dirty stuff.” One of them whines at us. Okay if it’s one kind of girl that I don’t like it’s that uppity judgy ones with that sort of nasal sneer going on.

The teacher/coach looks at us. “So…what were you girls talking about?”

I look at her. “Sex.”

“Sex?”

“Yes sex, it’s when two or more consenting parties decide to take the ways of knowing one and other into a more deeper and very satisfying level.”

“I know what sex is.”

“Good! So what do you prefer?”

“Pardon me!?”

“Well do you like men or women or do you like both?”

“That’s private!”

“It can be if you want it to be.”

“You shouldn’t be talking about that here!”

Gwen looks at her. “Why? We’re not virgins and we like sex and we’re young adults should we be ashamed of that of talking about something that’s such a big part of life?”

“No…”

“Yes!” The snitty one hisses at us. “It’s trampy and it’s wrong and you’re going to go to hell for not being virgins when you’re married!”

We all sort of look at each other Gwen and Sophie and the other girls and myself and we burst out laughing at her.

She gets angry red and she grabs a pitcher of water to sling but the coach/teacher stops her.

“You girls just…just stop it okay this isn’t the time or the place.”

Sophie looks at them both. “I believe that we can and it’s within our legal rights to talk about what we want to. I actually find it both a learning experience and it’s informative as we’re not just talking about straight sex and that’s what’s got miss promise girl all bent out of shape.”

The girl in question sneers at Sophie. “Well not fucking surprising I mean you niggers are all street and hooker types!”

The whole dining room went silent.

The coach/teacher yells at the girl. “Katie you shut your mouth right now!”

It was too late the damage is done.

Katie had said that kind of loudly.

Sophie stares at them both. “Ma’am get her red-necked bigoted butt out of here before I lose my cool and file a formal complaint.”

I look at Sophie and then at Katie and the woman with her. “Honestly I suggest you get her out of here before I stop feeling like a gentleman.”

Katie squeaks. “Gentleman she…he…they…they were talking about loving cock! Freak!”

I was getting up when some of the hotel staff came over and escorted them off and away and some of the mixed faculty went with them too. There were a lot of people looking at her and they were not happy.

There are somethings you just don’t effing do.

I’m taking some deep breaths and I’m trying to calm down and I really, really want to break something…like her snotty little nose.

I look at Sophie and she’s getting up from the table. “Soph…” I look at her and I go over. “You okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, like please Tracy c’mon. I’m black and I’ve honestly been called worse by better.”

“But still…” I’m actually…well honestly I’ve been hated on and stuff but this, this is different.

“I’m okay, honestly she really doesn’t matter.”

“Are you sure no bullshit?”

“Well there will be a problem if you don’t let me get seconds.”

I smile and I hug her and she lets out this long sigh and I lean into her ear. “I love you, you’re one of my two best friends in the whole goddamned world and my lover so fuck off I’m allowed to care about you.”

She smiles and nods and pushes her butt into my crotch…no…the lack of guy stuff doesn’t make it any less awesome. “Okay…okay but I’m fine Trace, I really am.”

I let her go but go with her because I’m still a little bit interested in something else to eat since I really did run my tank dry with Jamey and there’s this screech from that bitch girl Katie.

We both turn to see her doubled over and Janey there looking like she just drove a fist into the girl’s guts and before the teachers and staff can stop her Janey punches the snitty little bigot in the face.

She falls over crying a squealing like the smacked piglet she is and Janey’s getting stopped and grabbed and hauled off. She looks over at us or rather Sophie and she smiles.

The whole place is quiet and then buzzing and the “adults” pick the sobbing Katie up too and they all leave the dining room.

I look at Sophie and raise an eyebrow. “You made an impression.”

“Yeah…it must have been when I sucked her dick.”

“Oh…?”

“Yeah…bathroom?”

“Hell yeah I want to hear this.”

Sophie leads me into the bathroom and we settle in by sitting on the counter and she gets this sort of smile on her face as she starts to tell me…

*Sophie…………

Tracy…wow I never really thought I’d be with someone like him. I mean I had sort of dabbled in the girl on girl thing and I’ve been friends with Gwen since we were in grade school and I knew she was a lot more into it than I was…well honestly Gwen’s like very, very sexual since she had bloomed so darned early.

Well she was the first girl I had ever kissed and then a little more but Tracy…yeah Tracy changed everything.

I mean I like guys…but I think I like being “the guy” a lot more.

I settle in and can’t help but to roam my eyes over Tracy…vee-boy…Slender and bare he keeps himself baby smooth like a girl does and yet he works out so much that his light androg frame is all this sleek muscles and not bulk…but still hard and smooth and slinky.

God I find him so erotic and at the same time we’re friends, closer than and lovers in maybe one of the best definitions of the thing I’ve heard.

I smile. “I was a little ticked that you took Mr. Big with you since honestly I really, really like that and I was planning on using that with me and Gwen while you were getting you’re vee boy-stroked.”

“Anyway it’s Gwen so it didn’t take het too long to get me into the shower and for us to get all soapy and once I had my hands on her boobs I was well into doing her and we went from there to the bed and we had this whole slow and long drawn out session just the two of us.”

“I crashed all snuggled into her awesome rack and when I woke up I decided I wanted a little Gwen before breakfast and I had the silver bullet and I was working her and I was waking her up with my tongue.”

“That’s went I heard someone hammering on our door.”

“I got up and went to look through the peephole and saw Janey there all pissed off and red in the face and I opened the door.”

“She was all like…. Do you know what that fucking dyke friend of yours was saying about….”

“Her voice had trailed off since I was naked and my face was sticky with honey and Gwen was naked on the bed. That’s when I noticed that whatever you had said had her nipples hard as they could get and that they were poking through her shirt and that she’d been in such a hurry to yell at you she must have just pulled it on because she was not wearing a bra on at this point.”

Tracy’s grinning and has his hand over his mouth partway but he does that as a sort of habit I guess and he sort of hugs himself sometimes but not like an emotional thing but the way we girls do sometimes because it’s well comfortable…he sort of has picked up some of our mannerisms as girls which is why everyone here likely thinks he’s a dyke.

“So I said to her…yes I do know what you two were doing and that Jamey was exploring his inner twin.”

“So she was all….What are you talking about inner twin? I’m his twin!”

“I stepped aside enough so she could come in and closed the door and shoot Gwen a look and she kinda went with it and she started to play with her boobs and use the silver bullet on herself and Janey’s eye’s were all of the sudden glued to watching that. So I slid up behind her and said…. Jamey’s your twin and he’s with Tracy and Tracy is introducing him to the way that it feels to have something hard and thick and just like a cock slide into him.”

“She looks at me and stammered…. He’s getting assfucked? He’s going queer?”

I’m grinning at Tracy and we both sort of lick our lips and adjust ourselves because yeah this kind of stuff in getting us both damp and stuff.

“So I borrowed a page from your book and told her… No, not like that he’s your twin and you two are so close in so many ways that he just can’t help to be curious. He needs to know just how it’d feel, how you feel when you’re stuff full of cock.”

“Now Janey gets all cute and flustered and she’s looking at me and trying not to look too much at Gwen but Gwen’s being noisy and getting off and I could swear I could feel the heat coming off her vee.”

“I leaned into her and with me naked I could feel her tremble as I kept talking into her ear…You get that right? You get that feeling because you’ve seen your brother get a long thick hard on and he’s your twin and you just couldn’t not picture what that must feel like? It sinking into a girl, or stroking it in your hand or getting a blowjob. Do you want me to suck your cock Janey?”

I adjust myself and grin. “It was so hot Trace she was shivering she was that excited and staring at me and then she gives me this little nod like she’s scared to and sort of in that fantasy at the same time. So I slid down her body and got onto my knees and undid her pants and dropped them and her panties like a guys pants would and I moved her legs out in that kinda open stance and let her lean on the wall. That’s when I pulled her open and hooked my index finger behind her hard little clit and pushed it up a bit so I could lick it and then get my lips around it enough and I mean I was just pretty much using just my lips but it was still that up and down washing over her clit and the hood just like I’ve done with guys.”

Tracy grins saying. “So like I’ve done with you then.”

“Oh yeah she got really into it and gripped my hair and grunted and road my face as I brought her off a couple of times Janey was really getting into it and getting all sporty kinda tough dykey about it.”

Tracy nods. “Like you, you get that way. I call it amazon, it’s like you’re channelling you’re inner guy.”

I look at him. “Inner guy?”

*Tracey…………

I smile and slip up next to Sophie. “Yeah, you have an inner guy. We all have this kind of bit of both inside of us. Some peoples is louder some isn’t. I’m not talking about a lesbian thing either but well we all have ways that our brains work and I think that sometimes we get these moments that we gender jump and sometimes we do it a lot or for longer or we actually like it and cultivate it.”

She looks at me. “So how is that being different from say being a lesbian?”

“Not all lesbians are like that. I think the best way to think of it as this butch side.”

“Butch means like lesbian.”

“Yeah it’s called that but I think those hardcore ones should be more kind of like dykes because I’m not sure that butch doesn’t fit a lot of straight girls too.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve seen a lot of girls not into clothes or make-up and stuff but comfy clothes, video-games and doing stuff like dirt biking but they love being a girl and are good with it they just don’t fit with the stereotypes and the frills and they’re not gay.”

“But I like pussy.”

I grin and kiss her. “Dyke.”

She smiles and kisses me back. “Only part time.”

“So…that was it with you and her?”

“Yeah but we’re looking to try and hook up before this weekend’s over.”

“Oh can I play too?”

“I can ask as long as you ask Jamey if I can play with him too.”

“You just want to be all up and inside him.”

“Sooooo do, oh my god I just get so wet thinking of me sinking into a guy for a change and him being into it.”

“Well we have some arrangements to make with the two of them.”

We share this sort of excited smile and grin and we head out to meet up with the team and Gwen and head off to practice.

I look around and I don’t see Janey but I do see Jamey who’s sitting with some others that look like other supporters from their school and I can’t help but to notice he’s actually crotch watching and checking guys out along with looking at the passing girls.

I give him a little wave when he see’s me and the girls notice and star to giggle and laugh and I can tell they want details as they put two and two together and realize that that’s the guy that I was with.

I give him one more look.

Yeah, I could definitely want some more of all of that.

What a good boy…Chapter 25

Chapter 25

I get up after a few minutes and head over to where Jamey is sitting and ease down into the seats. He looks over to me and he smiles ad blushes. I grin. “Looking at the pretty?”

“I uhm…” He’s turning red.

“Hey as a V-boy and new to the whole with guy’s thing too I’m seeing the same kind of yummy.”

“I…Oh damn Tracy…I can’t help it, you and me…it was so good I see them and I’m wondering and I’m not sure I want to.”

“It’s a trip.” I nod and sort of lean on his shoulder. “I was so on the fence about being attracted to you.”

“Me…?”

“Yes you, you’re a beautiful boy.”

“I am?” Jamey looks at me and there’s this look there that’s kind of sweet actually.

“Yes you and the girls would like to have you stop over tonight and Janey too.”

“Janey’s not going anywhere she’s on lock down for getting into it with that racist churchy Katie chick.”

I frown. “No justice, she comes off like that to Sophie and she get’s exactly what someone like her deserves and your sister catches all this heat from it.”

“More when we get home likely she decked another girl on a school trip and stuff that kind of makes us look bad.”

I nod. “Too much touchy feely crap really to me.”

Jamey looks at me and there’s a smile there. “You really are a vee-boy aren’t you? Most of the girls I know would be all upset over Janey fighting more than her being punished.”

“Yes I’m still a guy, I just happen to be a little different than some people and that’s also the way I think about a lot of stuff…not just sex and being with someone I really like but I actually think that sometimes when someone’s being an ass a slap on the wrist and talking it out won’t do it.”

He looks at me. “I think she’ll like hearing that.”

“Good tell her that I mean it too. It was awesome and really, really hot when she did that.”

“Hot?”

“Yeah, made my panties damp.”

“Tracy…” He blushes. “Dammit you’re direct.”

I look around and smile we’re just getting glances and stuff but nothing major and likely from mostly me leaning on him.

“Yes I am but at least I can be honest and say that that guy over there in the leather jacket that you’ve scoped a few times is kind of cute.”

“Tracy Jesus!” Jamey hunched and slid down in his seat.

“Relax he didn’t notice. Who is he?”

“Shawn Hope, he’s…”

“Your sister’s boyfriend?”

“How’d you?” He went red and then a little pale.

“Well one he looks pissed and he’s sitting alone and he has a jersey on from your school and then there’s the twin effect.”

“What…There’s a twin effect? I thought there was a Tracy effect.”

“There’s both. Hey it’s perfectly normal Jamey I mean you loved getting fucked last night right?”

He blushes really, really deep red.

“So you’re still bound to be curious about your sister and what she feels so it’s only natural to think know that you’re going to wonder what her guy must feel like.”

“Tracy….” Jamey whined.

“But it’s okay to wonder and look but don’t touch he’s with your sister and seducing him would be kind of a dick move.”

“Tracy…” He whined again.

“Well if you’re interested both Gwen and Sophie would like to have you over tonight.”

“Have me over…did you tell them?”

“Yes.”

“Everything?” He whined again covering his face.

“Yes and Sophie so wants to sink her dick into that gorgeous bottom of yours.”

“What…?” He says looking at me and going kind of breathless.

“Oh and she’s amazing Jamey, she’s all buff and strong with her chocolate breasts and Hersey kiss nipples and it’s all so sexy amazon hot as she sinks into me…I just love it and I think that you will too.”

He gulps and he’s looking over at Sophie and Gwen and Sophie’s looking over our way and she has this smoky sultry look on her face.

“She…she does.”

“She does and Gwen too…just imagine you and three hot wet horning pussies that are all yours and then there’s all those taut perky breasts and three lovers that want to take you by the hips and sink into you over and over….”

Dammit I’m getting all horny too just thinking about it and despite last night and this early morning Jamey is as hard as a rock and tenting his clothes.

“I…I…okay…oh god Tracy…I’ll come over.”

“And over and over but the girls will be thrilled that you’re going to show.”

“R..really?”

I lean over and kiss him right there and then and make it kind of passionate too. “Oh definitely yes, like I said Jamey you’re such a pretty and sexy boy.”

He shivers and I smile and I get up and head back over to the girls and I put on some of that shimmy moving that I did last night when I went ahead of him to his room.

I sit back in my seat and slide down and put my knees against the seat ahead of me. “He’s going to show.”

Sophie grins. “Awesome.”

I nod. “I hope this is really not just a sex thing y’know. I mean Jamey’s a really sexy and cute guy but he’s really new and everything to being with people and stuff and he’s actually really sweet.”

Gwen looks at me. “You like him?”

“We’re kind of sort of boyfriends.”

“You sure that you want to do this then?”

“Honestly yeah, I love you both and as long as this is like a good kind of thing and not a hook up then if he wants to do it I’m good with it. I mean I love being with you too and Jamey’s really sweet and awesome so sharing actually kind of feels okay.”

Sophie is nodding. “It’s not just that I want to just fuck him y’know. You’re right he is cute and I am honestly interested too and I mean if that’s what he’s into I’m so game for that.”

I look at her. “You’ve changed since the first time we kind of got together.”

She nods. “I wasn’t anywhere as open with the thought of who I could and should be with and now after being with you and being with Gwen and everything if I was just going to settle with a guy and not express the way that I really am into making love he better have a really big forget-me-cock.”

“Like the flower?” I grin.

Sophie grins. “I mean he better be good enough and big enough in bed that he makes me so satisfied that I don’t care about getting to do the other stuff.”

I laugh. “Sophie you’re a Dom, a top and you love being the one that is in control and sinking your boy bit deeply into a sexy someone or other. If a guy has a big enough cock to change that he’ll kill you with it.”

She looks at me and blinks a few times and she blushes and then the three of us burst into laughter.

We’re weird, we’re into each other. And the three of us are lovers and open to each other soooo much but we’re also best friends.

And even though he lives in another town I can so see Jamey being maybe a forth. I did mean what I said about how sweet he is and there’s something there about him in all that twin and boy beautiful that’s all sexy and pouty too.

Janey his sister is sexy too but in that obvious girl way…though there is a whole different way to picture her in the whole lesbian hungry way and her eating me up and taking me.

Wow…I so have a thing for athletic girls and what they can do for me…to me.

……………………………………..Practice get’s over and we all gather together or rather the team does to do the whole thing about what we watched and what we might be able to do with and to which player.

I don’t really know guys sports and stuff it really wasn’t what I was into but being with the girls has given me a whole new respect for the athletic types and not just the sexy stuff either.

There’s actually a lot of time and effort and strategy to all of this stuff and it’s actually pretty impressive. I am refraining from the idea I still sort of have that somehow this much emphasis on a game of any kind is kind of wrong really since the girls do love their sport.

I just think that getting almost a pass in life because you can pass a ball is oddly not logical to me.

Blame my parents. Both mom and dad are way more the academic type and they got where they are from being smart.

And that has me thinking too. I skate board and cycle and I work out a lot and even sort of box. My grades are okay, actually they’re pretty good but it’s not like I’m really being challenged either.

I’m actually kind of a jock but not a jock since the closest thing I could be considered is sort of this V-boy cheerleader for the girl’s teams in soccer and basketball.

And next year’s a new school and tenth grade and choosing my classes. So what do I really want to do with my life?

I do want to go to university and it would be awesome if the three of us went and stuff but what would I do?

I’m kind of mulling that over as the whole analysis meeting goes and kills the first part of the afternoon and we skip past lunch as we’re being given the rest of the day as free time until six o’clock and we show for supper and then join the other teams to watch the games tonight.

We head back to our rooms and we get showered and changed since we’re…well I think the whole idea of tonight with Jamey has gotten to all three of us and I’m a little surprised since I was kind of half expecting for us to fool around in the showers but maybe that’s my guy brain at work because the girls are actually in the mood to go and do some shopping since there’s some stores here that we don’t have home.

Okay…I can go with that.

Though really I don’t need anything really but I do suppose it is a girl thing and that whole wanting more clothes and stuff.

Okay, I could do with more clothes too in a way but only in that way that there’s likely going to be something that I might always want but there’s nothing really that I need.

Gwen looks at me. “You know you don’t have to come if you don’t want to Trace, it’s not like we have to be joined at the hip or anything.”

I grin. “I’m that transparent huh?”

Sophie nods. “Kind of yeah you just don’t seem into it.”

“Not really, I’d be down if there was like a decent arcade to go to or something they pretty much don’t exist and I think most of the stuff that I’m into I can get home.”

Gwen nods. “You’re going to do what?”

I take out my bathing suit not the two piece thing but the short sleeve girl’s one piece tank suit. I like it because it’s like a tank suit and stuff and shows off how cut I am and sort of adds to my sleekness but also it has the girl bottom part and I am at that point that I sort of and proud of my Vee.

“I’m going to hit the gym they have here and then like go for a swim and stuff and maybe even do some pretty watching.”

Gwen grins. “Have fun then, we’ll be back before supper and stuff.”

We all change and Sophie’s being Sophie and Gwen though…she’s dressed sort of to kill and wearing some really low cut stuff with her booster bra and she’s showing an astounding yet tasteful amount of cleavage and breast.

I grin because honestly she’s not being like all porno queen but there will be some people that will want her to cover up but they can’t really say anything because she’s just on the safe side of that fine line.

I love that she pushes the envelope.

Me I get into my swim suit and sandals and snag a couple of big towels and head off to the gym.

I’m getting looked at.

I can feel it and there’s some that are pretty blatant about it and there’s a whole lot of staring at my completely flat chest and there’s a lot of veiled stares at my Vee.

I know that there’s some people trying to figure out if I’m a girl or a guy and the guy thing is partly part of the crotch check. My suit is so tight and fitting that you could almost see my shape…almost. There’s just the hint of it and that’s kind of giving me a thrill in a way.

Extremely voyeuristic.

And there’s some girls there that are sporting the whole camel-toe thing. It’s a little too much really in my opinion. You let them know it’s there and stuff but really just blatantly advertising that…well why wear anything at all?

I’m horny a lot and I have other partners but honestly I have a line in the whole being skeevy and skanky departments.

Though…I play the happy to look game with them all.

Hey if you’re going to stare at me and try to figure me out and put me in a little box then I’m going to blatantly stare back and enjoy what I’m seeing.

I think I have a kind of sort of mini crowd in the weight room watching be do my thing with some of the girls that I’m pretty sure are the lesbians that we identified since we’ve been here and they are looking at me like they’re dogs and I’m a steak.

I smile a little at this kind of faint. “oh.” When I’m on the leg press. Pushing all that weight and it making my tone get all defined and stuff and my legs just spaced enough that it get’s kind of lesborotic especially when the press pushes le legs back and against me.

Hey I know it does it for me, I’ve watched some of the girls home at school on the team doing this and it is hot it’s like that whole spread by stirrups bondagey thing but not bondage thing and really, really amazony.

I mean all that weight pushing those muscled female legs back into that position and then they press out of it all shining and sweating and glowing with the little sexy grunt of effort.

Sophie has really strong leg muscles and she uses those to make love a lot.

And this time it’s me being watched and my Vee and legs making a few of the girls watching me having that whole urge to fins a place to Jill off.

Uh-huh.

I kind of like being a tease.

I like being this kind of sexy.

I’m not a girl but this, guys don’t get this I mean not like this and it sort of get’s me in that slink and strut mood.

All the way to the pool and I actually do that from the shallow end wade in and I look and smile at the girls that I’m pretty sure are watching and I do the girl style wet myself down water dip and slick my hair back and I’m all sleek.

Okay there’s some guys looking too I think.

I really am kind of finding a groove right now and I like it. I’m me and I’m sexy in my own way and just as much as the girls that are here strutting their stuff and being curvy and cute and hot.

I’m getting that I’m allowed to be me with all the stuff that I have to live with. I do swim and I do enjoy doing it a whole lot since there’s really no places other than going to pools to swim at back home it’s always kind of a treat really.

Heck I do my laps and hit the sauna there and soak in the heat for awhile and then I head back to our room and I shower off the sweat and chlorine and I settle in and take a nap.

I hear the girls come in and they wake me up and I smile at them and the bags and bags of stuff that they got and they both sort of have that post sex glow to them too.

“Changing rooms?”

Sophie grins and Gwen smiles. “Oh yeah I think we put on enough of a show that if the girl at the boutique wasn’t a lesbian before she’s curious now.”

They shower and get changed and they do some of the taking out some of their new stuff and putting it on and like I said I done feel a whole lot of the shopping thing really though I probably could if I was like wealthy enough but I’m not and it’s still something way more of a girl thing.

Except panties…I’m sort of wearing those now some to go with my other things and I have the belief that at least with girls there’s no suck thing as too many panties.

Actually as much as I don’t get the whole clothes thing I really don’t mind watching then get dressed and changed.

There is something at least to me that’s sexy about watching girls get dressed the way they shimmy and move, the way they stretch and it’s just good.

We’re going to be just watching the games and supper at the hotel here so I get into a pair of black jeans and in those I still kind of like the guy cuts and stuff going all vee snug is good too but I’m still used to a little room sometimes and this kind of butches me out. I add a tight t-shirt and I use a nice belt for my jeans and socks and my sneakers. I use just enough of the gender neutral nice scented deodorant too. I mean I don’t want to stink but I don’t want it too strong and I don’t really want to go too much guy or girl with the scent either.

I want to smell and look all hmmm.

I do grab my back pack and I toss in some bottled waters and some snacks that I brought with and some tampons, spare undies, tissues and tooth brush and tooth paste and mouth wash.

I know it’s kind of like purse but it’s kind of sort of not too. And there’s just stuff for me and for others if need be too. Plus I can eat stuff without being like gross afterwards.

We all head down to the dining room and it’s buffet styled as usual but it smells really good and they have a whole bunch of stuff and it’s still kind of funny that the three of us are getting the food that we do and some of the girls that are around us are doing the whole small stuff and then there’s the ones that just make me shake my head.

Like the pizza kids.

You come to a nice hotel and they serve stuff like potatoes done several ways and cooked veggies and there the salad bar but like tonight they have roast beef with a server there to cut it for you and it looks really good too and not over cooked and stuff and there’s all kinds of good restaurant still and there’s still those kids getting nothing but pizza.

I get a salad and they have pacific salmon there so I get a nice looking fillet of that and set it on top of my salad and then I get a plate with a roasted potato and some of the roast beef and green beans and some steamed cauliflower.

I don’t go overboard with the meat but it looks good enough that I wanted to try it and of course I love fish mostly because it’s expensive some of the times here especially anything from the ocean and it’s paid for so.

But I do like my veggies and my salad and salmon actually tastes pretty darned good with a wedge of beet.

Sophie is much more meat and potatoes and some salad but she makes a face at my beets and my cauliflower. She’s also not really a fish person either really just sort of sticking to what she knows. Gwen’s the same too but she tries all the potato types in small doses and she get’s roast beef and then gravy on top and she has a bunch of cooked mushrooms and onions on hers.

I think I’m by looks eating more girly than my girls are.

Then again I don’t have teen boobs and butt to feed either.

We all skip dessert though and instead go and freshen up and head to the bus and then we’re off to watch the games at the school.

I’ll say this, I’m not really a player and my girls aren’t playing tonight but tomorrow evening but watching two teams of running and sweating and bouncing and shiny teen girl athlete’s is just so awesome and it’s pretty sexy too.

And as good as that is, the girls talking all around me on our team about the play and the skills of the other’s out there on the court and it’s kind of sexy hearing them being all serious and smart and really, really into it.

I mean it’s different with Gwen and Sophie I know them and they’re different but this is that stuff that happens when you kind of see the other girls as more than just the other girls and more than just the cute athletic girls too but as smart and pretty capable people in their own rights.

I know they’ve always been like this but this is one of those moments when they’re not talking clothes or guys and sex and all the other minutia kind of stuff they usually do and they’re being pretty hardcore.

It’s kind of nice to see and even nicer to get into the conversation with them about stuff with the two teams.

I feel a little less different than I usually feel.

Yeah I do feel different and it’s kind of all the time it’s just something that I shove to the back of everything else and just sort of deal with. It’s more than nice to sort of turn that off for awhile.

There’s a break after the game and it’s for drinks and a bathroom break and stuff and we go and do all of that…wow.

Okay, I go and use the guy’s bathroom I’m so not dealing with the lines that they have there. And I know what to expect in a guys bathroom and stuff too. They’re actually really clean here. I think they gave them a good cleaning and stuff before the whole tournament dealie.

Janey’s team is up next and she’s playing and she looks like she’s had a crappy time since she decked that racist little so and so.

And they’re playing her team but I don’t see her either. I guess decking a racist cow is less of an offence than actually being a racist cow. And a bigot, I shouldn’t forget bigot either she seemed like she was really into that part of herself too.

Still though I thing that she landed in hot water over this. She just has that look and I actually stand up several times and yell and whistle her on and cheer. Jamey joins in but he just does the clapping and the loud and long whistles. But Gwen and Sophie jump in and cheer her on too and so do some of our other girls.

Okay they might not know why we’re sort of tighter with Janey but they all know that Janey smacked Katie for being a bigot and dropping the N-bomb on Sophie.

Which makes her a pretty cool chick by anyone’s standards.

I so get and so like that about her.

You get intimate with someone and then someone tries to hurt that person you’re intimate with you don’t just stand there and take it. You man up and you deal with it.

Okay…the fact that Janey manned up was/is also pretty sexy in my book.

And by the second half of the game Janey looking up towards us all in the seats and she has a grin as she is running past to do defense.

Yep…Honorable is sexy.

We would have liked to get together with her after the game but she’s pretty much walked from the changing rooms to the bus and that’s it for seeing her. I would like to see more of her in a really big way and I’m sure Sophie does and Gwen too.

Sigh…But Jamey’s coming over.

We do the nice as pie bit with the cuteness and the jammies and the junk food and movies so when the coach and the teachers that stop by and do the bed checks are pretty satisfied that we’re not having sex and stuff like that.

And we just do that until close to twenty after midnight and there’s a light know on our door and I get up and quickly let Jamey in.

I kill the lights and I kiss him and press him up against the door and the girls get up and start to peel out of their jammies to reveal the lingerie they’ve been wearing underneath and it must have been while we had been kissing and he was getting hard that they…

Gwen’s strapped up with Mr. Big and Sophie has a new one of her own now…oh…”Shopping.”…and it’s a bit bigger and it’s dark toned coffee colored.

Oh…oh wow.