Brianne - Hello

It was spring time in grade 9. For the past few weeks I had noticed this guy Sam in the
locker room. He was in grade 10 or 11 but was often changing and taking a shower at the
same time as us.

What caught my eye was his underwear. When everyone else was wearing
boxers he was wearing a thong. God, a thong. Where did he get them? It didn't look as pretty
as the ones I had been sneaking from my sister's drawer but if I could get some like his I
would be able to wear them all the time.

One day after school I found myself walking behind him across the parking lot. There was no
one else around. What the hell, it was now or never. I hurried to catch up with him.

"Er, Sam."

"Yeah."

"Um, I, er, um, like wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah."

I felt my self going red. My face was burning. I was embarrassed but I knew if I didn't do it
now I never would.

"I was wondering where you get your underwear." There, I said it. Sam looked at me. If
possible I felt my face getting redder and redder.
"Forget it. Sorry." I turned, and started to move away.

"Hey, wait a minute. You really want to know?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I get mine at The Bay, but all the stores have them."

"Oh, thanks, Sam."

"You're welcome, kid. See yer around."

Dinner time that evening brought another tough conversation. Luckily tonight Mum and
I were the only two at home. Mum had always bought my underwear. I finally managed to tell
her that I wanted to buy my own in future. It didn't seem to faze her but she wanted to know
why. I just told her that most of the guys were not wearing boxers any more and I wanted to
buy the ones everyone else was wearing. She gave me the Mum's ‘I know what you're doing'
look but just said OK.

That weekend I went to the Mall. Sure enough, just as Sam had said, there they were in the
underwear section. Not much to choose from. A couple of colours and two or three makes.
Nothing like the selection I could see across the aisle in the girls section. I bought three pairs
in different colours. When I got home my sister was hanging around. She wanted to know
what I had bought. I told her some underwear. She snatched the bag out of my hands and
pulled out the packages.

"Ah, finally got some of your own, eh?"

I felt myself going red. "What do you mean."

"You think I'm stupid. I know you've been trying on mine. Maybe you'll leave my stuff alone
now."

I tried to bluff my way out but it was no use. It turned out that a few weeks ago she had seen
me. It seems that I had not closed my bedroom door properly and she had seen me. As she
told me about it I remembered the day. It had been a day when I thought I was home alone. I
had snitched a couple of pairs of her panties from the laundry basket and was trying them on
in my bedroom. She had come home early and for once had not slammed the door when she
came in so I didn't know she was home. I had tried on both pairs, walking around my room,
watching myself in the mirror. Of course I got a big hard-on. I lay down on my bed wearing
one pair of her panties my hard-on sticking out. I put the other pair over my face and started
to stroke my cock. The kitchen door slammed. Fuck, someone was home. I noticed my
bedroom door was not closed. I got up quickly to close it and heard my sister calling out if
anyone was home. Nearly caught, I thought. As I now found out, it wasn't nearly; I had been
caught, she just had not done anything about it until now.

Sam was in the locker room again that week. I made sure he could see that he could see that I
was wearing a thong too. I could tell that he had noticed me. He followed me out.

"Can I walk a ways with you, kid."

"Sure."

"I see you found some decent underwear at last."

I felt myself blushing again.
"Yeah. Thanks. I got them at The Bay, like you said."

"Not nearly as pretty as the ones in the other section, though."

My face was burning.

"Bet you try your sister's sometime."

I didn't know where to look. "Well, um, er, I, um ..."

"Oh don't worry about it. I started out that way. I don't have to worry about it anymore. The
first thing I do when I get home is to change into some really nice undies. I live with my
cousin and she doesn't mind at all, in fact she helps me. You could come over some time if
you like and do some dress-up."

"Well, I don't know. Sorta sounds neat."

"Oh well, think about it and we can talk next week. See yah."

The next few days went by in a bit of a haze. I couldn't get the thought of Sam out of my
mind. What did he mean by dress-up. Did he really wear girl's undies all the time. And he
was soooo cute. We are about the same size, 150cm and 55Kg. He had beautiful, shoulder
length brown hair - brunette I guess. It looked so soft and shiny. I'm going to let my own
grow. It is not exactly short now, but I want it down to my shoulders, just like Sam. I couldn't
wait a whole week.

I finally caught up with Sam after school on Monday.

"Hi, Sam."

"Hello kid. How yer doing?"

"Pretty good. Sam, did you mean it when you said I could come round to your place fro dress-
up?'

"Yeah."

"When ?"

"Hmm. Do you know what I mean by dress-up?"

"Well, I guess we can wear girls panties and things."

"It's a bit more than that. When I'm at home I am a girl. I never wear any boy things, even
when I go out. Would that bother you?"

"Geez, no. I'd love to be able to do that."

"OK then, do you want to come over now?"

"Oh please."

"Well, there is one rule which I'd better explain. My cousin is very strict and she does not
allow any boy things in the main house. You have to be girl-dressed or naked. This means we
have to go in through the basement and take off all our clothes before we go upstairs. Can you
do that?"

"I guess."

"Come on then."

I was surprised to find that Sam lived only a block away from us. We went round to the back
of the house and into the basement. We entered a room somewhat like an office reception
area. Sam explained that his cousin worked from home and that this is where she received her
clients. He pointed to one door and told me that was her office where she worked.. There
were two lights by the door and he explained that when she was in her office one of the lights
would be on. The green one meant it was OK to go in to see her, the red one meant that she
was working and could not be disturbed. Both lights were out. Sam started to undress. I
noticed that he put his jeans and runners away in a small closet. He saw me watching.

"That's where I keep all my boy stuff." he explained. "Just fold your stuff up and put it on the
table there. Make sure it's neat ‘cause if Sue comes through she'll be mad if things are
untidy."

I took my clothes off and folded them up and put them on on the table, my runners neatly
lined up on the floor. It felt strange to be naked in a place that looked like an office. Sam
picked up his socks, thong and t-shirt and went through a second door that lead to the private
part of the house. He could see I was little uncomfortable.

"Come on, you'll soon get used to it."

As he passed through the basement towards the stairs he tossed the rest of his boy clothes into
a laundry basket. We went up the stairs to the main house. As we came out into the hallway a
voice called out.

"Hi honey, I'm in the kitchen."

Sam took my hand and gave it a squeeze. "You'll be OK. Come on."

He lead me into the kitchen. "Sue, this is my friend Brian. Brian, this is my cousin Sue."

I was looking a gorgeous blonde. Oh god, I was getting a hard-on. My face was beet-red. I
could feel my whole body blushing.

"Hello Brian, nice to meet you." I mumbled something. "Why don't you girls go and get
dressed. I've just put some cookies in the oven so they should be ready for tasting by the time
you've made yourselves presentable, though I like what I see now."
Oh geeze, I had a full blown hard-on. Sam looked down and saw it.

"See what you mean, coz. Come on."

He took me down to his bedroom. By the time we got there I saw that he was as hard as I was.
As he stretched out on his double bed he said "I think we had better get rid of these before we
dress.".
He patted the bed beside him. "Come on, there's plenty of room for two."

I lay down beside him and started to stroke my cock. I felt a little strange as I had never jerked
off in front of anyone before now. It seemed as if it only took a few strokes and Sam was
spurting great gobs of goo all over his chest and stomach. Then he did something that really
surprised me. He dipped his finger in his goo and then sucked his finger. He did this a few
times until he had scooped up all his goo and swallowed it. He looked over and saw that I had
stopped stroking while I watched him. He smiled. There was a few little spots of cum still on
his chest and one gob right in the corner of his mouth. He saw that I had stopped stroking my
cock while I watched him.

"Come on. If we don't get dressed soon we will miss the cookies coming out of the over, and
that's when they taste best. Here, let me help."

Sam leaned over and started to stroke my cock. My whole body twitched. I don't remember
anyone ever touching my cock, certainly not when I was hard. I closed my eyes as Sam
stroked. It felt so different when someone else did it. I could feel myself coming. I spurted. I
could feel my warm cum on my chest and on my stomach. I just lay there. I didn't want to
move.

"Well, are you going to eat that or can I have it?"

I opened my eyes. Sam was looking at the cum on my chest. "Go ahead" I said. He bent over
and began to lick the cum of my body. The feel of his tongue over my chest sent shivers down
my body. When he sucked on my nipple I thought I was coming all over again. He worked his
way down my body, sucking up every last drop of cum. He even stuck his tongue in my belly
button. I felt myself getting stiff again. Sam noticed it too.

"Come on girl, if we don't get dressed soon we'll be here all day."

He rolled off the bed. Going over to a dresser he opened the top drawer.

"Panties and bras in here. Take your pick. I think for today we'll just stick with a nice skirt
and blouse. Next time you're over we can have a proper girls dress-up session. OK?"

OK? Geeze this was more than OK. There was going to be another time. Oh my god, am I in
heaven or what? Sam quickly found a pair of boy-cut, blue, lace panties and a matching bra,
but then, of course, he knew what she was looking for. He stepped into the panties. I was
fascinated as she shrugged her way into the bra. I had never watched a girl putting on a bra
before. I was going to have to learn to do that. I still hadn't started to get dressed. There was
just too much to choose from. I was used to a quick snatch from the laundry basket or a grab
at the first thing that was in the drawer. Here there was just too much choice. There was
different materials to run my fingers through; nylon, cotton, silk. There were all sorts of
colours: solids, stripes, patterns. There were the styles: bikinis, hi-cuts, briefs, thongs, just
plain panties. I was in paradise just looking, feeling.

Meanwhile, Sam had finished dressing. She was wearing a pale green mini-skirt with a tight,
yellow top. She looked stunning.

"God, will you stop drooling and get dressed."

"Sorry."

"Just kidding. I have some idea how you feel. You need someone to take charge today. Here,
put these on."

She handed me a pair of plain white panties. "Now where's the bra?"

"Do I have to?"

"All the girls our age wear one. Now, padded for big tits, or a trainer for real? Hmmm. I
haven't worn one for a year or so, but, yeah here we are."

She was rummaging around in a bottom drawer. She pulled out a white, cotton bra with a
pattern of little, pink teddy bears.

"Come, slip this on. See it does up in front."

I put my arms through the straps and pulled the front together, clipping it closed with a little
plastic hook. It felt exciting having something tight round my chest. I don't have any tits but
it seemed like there was a fullness in the cups. Imagination. I found myself feeling my
breasts, massaging. Maybe it wasn't imagination. I'm sure there was a fullness there.
"Hey, come on perv. Put this on." she passed me a plaid min-skirt. I stepped into it and
fastened the waistband.

"It's really lucky that we are nearly the same size. I think we will be
able to share clothes. Stand up straight while I check your bra straps. Just a little adjustment
here I think. There. How does that feel."

"Oh, just wonderful."

"Great. Now get this on while I finish up."

She passed me a white blouse. It had ruffles down the front, long sleeves with ruffles at the
cuff. I struggled with it for quite a while until I realized that the buttons were on the other
side. This was a proper, girls blouse. The buttons were on the LEFT. It took a couple of
minutes but I finally figured it out. It was too small.

"That's not going to work. I've got an idea.".

She went to her closet and brought out a plain white blouse almost like a one my own dress
shirts. Again it took me a little while to get it on - those damn buttons on the wrong side. A
much better fit. A pair of white knee socks and black Mary Janes and I was dressed.

We went back to the kitchen where Sue had a plate of fresh cookies on the counter.

"Well hello. This must be your friend Brian."

"Hi, ummm ."

"You can call me Sue. Sam's being telling me a little bit about you. Do you like dressing as a
girl?"

I felt myself blushing. "Well, umm, it's sorta kinda nice."

"Come on, help yourself to the cookies and Sam, help your friend get something to drink
while we have a little chat."

I don't know why but in the next half hour or so I found myself telling Sue some of the things
that had been bottled up inside me for so long. She was so easy to talk to. Time just seemed to
fly by.

"Oh is that the time. I've got to get home. Mum will be wondering what's happened to me."

"Well Brian, are we going to see some more of you in the future now you know where Sam
and I live?"

"Well, I'd like to, Sue, if I may."

"Sure you can dear but I don't think we can go on calling you Brian when you're here dressed
like that. Do you have another name that we can use?"

"I've never really thought about it."

"Well, I've got a suggestion. Why don't we just use Brian but pronounce it slightly
differently. If we made it into two syllables we could say Bri-ann. We would just have to add
an ‘ne' to the end and there we are, Brianne. We can always change it later if you don't like it
or come up with another name. What do you think?"

I turned her suggestion over in my mind for a few seconds. Even said the name out loud a
couple of times.

"Yeah, it's kinda cool. I like it."

"Good, then that's what it will be. You'd better get off home now."

She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Sam took me downstairs to basement where I
changed into my boy clothes, and then headed off home.

Brianne - Home Work

Over the next few weeks Samantha and Brianne established a routine of sorts. Sam
and Brian saw each other every day at school but of course there was little
chance of getting together.

After all it was beneath the dignity of Grade XIs to
associate with grade IXs. At least once a week I would go over to Sam's after school.
The first few times I still felt uncomfortable undressing in the basement and
going naked into the rest of the house. As the days went by though it became easier
and easier. Sometimes I didn't even want to dress. I didn't want Brianne to come.
I just wanted to have Sue all to myself even if it meant I had to stay naked. What
a mess. When Brianne comes I feel excited but a little scared. When Brian is around
I feel as if I know what is happening but it doesn't always feel right.

Most afternoons we would head off to Sam's room for a quick jerk off session. Week
by week Sam taught me new things. That first day when he licked up my cum I
thought it was gross, but I have been trying it home. After a couple of weeks I
found I really like the taste of my cum. I even tried spurting right into my mouth.
So far I have not been a very good shot, most of it seemed to end up on my face,
but I'm getting better.

On our third or fourth date Sam said he would like to give me a blow job instead of just
jacking off. I wasn't quite sure what he was talking about but said OK. He had me
lay down on the bed and then he bent over and kissed my cock. I shivered. Then he
started to lick me and to play with my balls. Up and down, licking and kissing. He
took my cock into his mouth and started sucking on it. Geeze, I could feel myself
coming. Without thinking I grabbed his head and pulled him onto my cock, shooting
my load right into his mouth.

After our jacking off we got dressed and went back to the kitchen where Sue always had
a snack ready for us, usually juice and cookies or piece of home made cake or pie.
We would sit round the table and do our homework. Samantha would be wearing a
dress or skirt and top. I always wore the same outfit, the uniform of a local, private,
girl's school. I wore black knee socks, a plaid, pleated mini-skirt and a white blouse
(really a shirt) and a striped tie. The uniform was finished off with black shoes with
a 2 inch heel. I wanted to wear some of Samantha's pretty clothes but she told me that
Sue liked the way I looked as a grade VII schoolgirl, so that was the way it was. I was
allowed to choose my own underwear from Samantha's well stocked lingerie
drawers. Although I tried many sets in those early days I must admit that the best
was just a set of plain, cotton panties and a training bra.

I learned a lot from Sue in those early days. Sometimes she would show me something,
like how to smooth out my skirt before sitting down. Other times she would tell me
something about which there would be no arguments, things like always, but always,
sit down to pee. It seemed silly at first but I must admit it helped to be Brianne.
There was also a very practical advantage. My sister and I shared the chore of keeping the
bathroom clean at home. Once I started sitting there was a great deal less "spray" around
the toilet bowl. Now if we could only persuade those pig-men visitors to also sit the
bathroom would need a lot less cleaning.

I loved those early days. It was comfortable, safe, being a 12 or 13 year old again. Having a
great adult looking after me, making all the big decisions, what to wear, what to do ("get
your homework done, young lady, or there'll be a warm bottom for you tonight"). I don't
think she meant her threats, but it was great being back in the nest having someone
who cared. There was also big sister Samantha, someone to do the naughty things with,
someone who had already been through it and knew all the tricks, or at least knew more
than I did. So different from my other sister who hardly knew I existed.

One day Sue suggested that I might like to stay over for supper. A quick phone call home
to Mum and I had permission to stay out until 9 o'clock.

"Do you girls have much homework tonight?"

"I don't have any."

"How about you, Brianne?"

"Just a bit of math, which wont take long."

"Well, how about if we have a little bit of a party. As soon as Brianne has finished her
homework why don't you girls go and change into a party dress. I was going to cook,
but maybe I'll just order in some pizza, how does that sound?"

"OK by me." Samantha sounded bored by the whole thing.

"Brianne?"

"Oh yes please. It'll be sooo cool." I was feeling far from cool. I was hot, itchy, bouncy,
excited. I could hardly sit still. You'd think I'd never been to a party before, but then, of
course, Brianne never had been to a party of any kind. It was hard, but I finished my math.

"All done."

"Let's see it." I took my homework over to Sue. She insisted on always seeing my work.
Sometimes she made me do something over, but it was not like at home or at school.
It wasn't a chore or a punishment to do something over for Sue. She always made
suggestions that made me feel that I was doing OK but I could do a
little better. I must say my grades were going up a bit since I met her and Samantha.

"Looks pretty good to me. You'd better go and get changed before Sam has taken the
prettiest things." She gave me a hug and a kiss on the top of my head.
"We must do something about that hair of yours, it's getting a little bit wild."

I put my arms around her and hugged her tightly. "I love you".

"I know, darling, and I love you too. Now go and get changed while I order the pizza."

As I headed off to Samantha's room I felt a swat on my bum. I looked round and Sue
was grinning at me. I don't know why, but as I went down the hallway I just had to
waggle my hips. I heard Sue laughing as I went into Samantha's room.
Samantha was stretched out on the bed looking just a little pissed off.

"What's bugging you, Sam?'

"Nothing."

"Oh yeah, and pigs fly. Come on, something is bothering you. Have I upset
you somehow."

"Ah fuck it. It just seems every time you come over you spend all your time
drooling over Sue. It's sickening."

The penny dropped. The green-eyed monster was in residence. I climbed up onto
the bed and snuggled up to Sam. She turned onto her side with her back to me. I
moved as close as I could and put my arm around her waist. My clit was stirring.
My hand slipped down to her thigh and under her skirt.

"Gee Sam, Sue is cool. I like her a lot. She's like a really, really neat Mum, but
you're my friend. You're the one I like to do things with. You're my truly bestest
friend. I love you Sam."

That was the second time in a few minutes that I had told someone that I loved
them. Did I mean any of it. Can you be in love with more than one person at a
time. What about Mum. I loved her too but I didn't want to do things with her
that I did with Sam. And even my miserable, bossy sister. I loved her, but it was
different. I didn't mind giving her a hug now and then but I sure as hell didn't
want to snuggle up with like I did with Sam. These and a million other things were
swirling around in my mind. I felt so frustrated. I didn't know what to do. I
started to cry. I couldn't stop the tears; I was sobbing out loud.

Sam rolled over. She slipped one arm under my head and the other over my waist.
She pulled me tightly to her and began stroking my hair. She was saying something
to me but I've no idea what the words were. My whole body was shaking with my
crying. Slowly my crying eased up. I began to feel a little more human. The
doorbell rang.

"Come on girls, the pizza's here."

Sam looked at me. "You'd better go and wash your face. We haven't got time to
change now. Maybe after supper."

I went to the bathroom and washed my face with cold water. My eyes were red rimmed
and a bit bloodshot. No way I was going to hide that. It was a quiet group that sat down
for supper.

"Hey, I thought you girls were going to change into party things. Brianne, honey, you've
been crying. Is anything wrong?"

Sam leapt in, "Oh, just some pretty heavy girl talk. Meaning of life and all that jazz."
I felt the tears starting again. Not in front of Sue. I left the table and headed for the
bathroom where it started all over again. I couldn't stop crying. I just felt so fucked
up. There was a knock at the door.

"Brianne, it's me Sue. May I come in?'

"Leave me alone."

"Please let me in."

O god. I wanted her to hold me but she couldn't see me like this. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I
wanted to scream. I wanted to throw something. I wanted to break things but I also
wanted to someone to hold me, to tell me what to do, to tell me what was wrong. I
opened the door. Sue was standing there. I threw my arms around her and buried my
head into her breast. I cried and cried and cried as I had never cried before in my life.
My whole body was shaking. Sue didn't try to tell me that nothing was wrong, that
everything was going to be alright. She just let me cry and cry and cry. Slowly I began
to calm down.

"Brianne, dear, we need to have a serious talk together, but not tonight. Right now I
want you to get changed and then I'm going to take you home."

She took my hand and lead me to Sam's room. My boy clothes were laid out on the bed.

"But the rule ..."

"I know, sweetheart, but just this once you may dress here and then we're going home."

I changed into my boy clothes. Being in the house dressed like this I felt more uncomfortable
than I ever had when I was naked. Boy, or do I mean girl, how things change.

As we walked home Sue held my hand. I felt small and vulnerable. I had been dressing
as a thirteen year old schoolgirl around Sue for several weeks now and was quite used
to that but tonight on the way home I felt like small boy again. When we reached out
house Sue said she was coming in.

"Why, what .."

"It's OK dear, there's nothing wrong, I just want to say Hi to your Mum."

As we went into the house I could hear Mum coming from the kitchen.

"Hello, Mrs. Dale, I'm Sue."

"Good evening. Oh God, Brian, what's up."

I could feel the tears starting all over again. I ran to Mum and hugged her.
"Mum, I love you, I love you, I love you."

"It's alright Mrs. Dale. He's not injured or anything. Brianne, why don't you go to
your room while your Mum and I have a chat."

Brianne - At Home

I went to my room and flopped down on my bed. I felt exhausted. I must have
dropped off to sleep right away as the next thing I remember is Mum shaking
we awake.

"Wakey, wakey Brianne. Time to get up."

I staggered to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I must have gone
to sleep as soon as I hit the bed as I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday.
I dropped my jeans and squatted on the toilet for my morning slash when it hit
me - not my piss, but what Mum had said. She had called me Brianne. Using some
toilet paper I dried the end of my clit, just the way Sue had taught me. No more
shaking. I pulled up my jeans and headed for the kitchen.

Sitting at the table I was playing with my cereal, not really hungry but I was thirsty.
I was on my second large glass of OJ when my sister, Jen, came in.

"God, you look awful." As she passed behind my chair she bent over and whispered
in my ear. "Been doing a bit too much wanking, I bet. Hairy palms next."

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. "Oh shut the fuck up." I yelled, running for
my room. Slamming the door behind me, I threw myself onto my bed, burying my
face into my pillow. The tears just kept coming. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what a mess.
This time yesterday the sun was shining. Brianne was feeling really good, excited,
bouncy. Even Brian felt better than he had for a long time. Now everything had
changed. It was just like it was in the cartoons. Everything was dark and heavy. I
felt as if I was being smothered by a heavy, black blanket. I was angry. I struggled
to get out from under the blanket, the fog. The more I struggled the heavier the
damn thing became.

Sometime later there was a knock at my door. "Brianne, honey, it's Mum. May I
come in?"

"Go away. Leave me alone."

"No, sweetie. We've got to talk. Please let me in."

"Fuck off. Leave me alone."

"It's not going to happen, dear. We have to talk and we can't do it through a door.
Please, Brianne, let me in."

It wasn't a mistake. I had been hearing right. Mum wanted to talk with Brianne.
Something was going on. Something had changed since last night.

"Please yourself, the door's not locked."

Mum came in. She sat beside me on my bed. For a long time neither of us said anything.
I just felt her stroking my head. It was if she was slowly pulling the darkness away.
My anger was leaving.

"I called the school and told them you were not well so you don't have to worry
about that for today."

"Oh, Mum, I love you. I really, really do."

"I know you do, dear, and I love you. Come here."

I got up and sat on her lap. She put her arms around me and hugged me close. It had
been a long time since we did this. She pressed my head to her breast. I could hear
her heart beating. She stroked my hair.

"Mum, why did you call be Brianne?"

"I've been wondering for a long time, years actually. I know you been doing
some experimenting. I've covered for you a few times when you pinched some of Jen's
things. I was never sure though. Sue and I had a very, very long talk last night. She
is a very nice person and I know a lot now. Sue told me about what 's been going
on for the past few weeks and about your new name. I like it, sort of suits you.
Come on, I need a cup of coffee and you have to have your breakfast."

We sat around the kitchen table for the rest of the morning, talking, talking. I was very
embarrassed at first but the more we talked the easier it got. I could tell that even Mum
was not very comfortable when we started.

"Mum, I'm sorry I was swearing at you."

"It's alright darling. I understand. Let's not talk about that anymore."

Mum was pretty easy going with Jen and me but swearing was an absolute no no. We
both knew all the words and used them pretty freely at school with the rest of the guys
but at home, never.

"Well, this has been a bit of a surprise. I guess we'll have to make some changes
around here, but I want to be sure. You really like being Brianne, you don't want to
be Brian, right?"

"I don't know. I really like being Brianne but then I get scared. What will people say."

"It'll be tough dear, but if that is what you really want, we'll find a way to make it
work. There is a couple of practical things we have to sort out right away. Obviously
you have to finish this year as Brian. God only knows what we're going to do with
next year. At home you can be Brianne or Brian as you like."

"But Mum, Jen will freak out. She'll tell all her friends and they'll all make fun of
me at school."

"See, you're not the only one with problems. Yes, she'll be surprised, but I think you
will be also. She cares for you a lot more than you think. Once she get used to the idea
I think she'll enjoy having a sister especially a younger one."

"I hope you're right, but I still think she'll freak and tell everyone."

"Well, we'll worry about that later."

It was a long morning. We had lots to talk about. I was really surprised to find
that Mum really knew me better than I knew myself. She reminded me of all
kinds of little things that happened over the years. By lunch time we were talked
out but I think we were both felling better.

"I think we should have some lunch then we could go over to the mall and Brianne
can get some of her own clothes. Its about time you stopped borrowing other people's."

After lunch Mum and I raided Jen's closet. I was surprised to find that she had
several padded bras. I had always thought it was all Jen. I slipped into a pair of
lime-green panties that had a pretty little yellow bow in the front and one on each
side of the leg opening. Mum helped with one of the padded bras, I still need practice
with them. I can usually manage on my own now but today I seemed to be all
thumbs. Nervous I guess. We found a denim skirt. Nothing fancy, just a plain skirt
with a patch pocket. It reached about half way down my thighs. A yellow, sleeveless
top finished off my outfit. None of her shoes would fit so I had to make do with
a pair of my own runners.

"Now, let's do something with your hair. We'll have to get you an appointment at
the salon but with a little bit of gel I think we can make you presentable."

The final touch was a bit of make-up. Strangely, in the past few weeks with Sam
and Sue I had never tried any. Mum gave me a little bit of eye-shadow, a touch of
colour to my cheeks and some lip gloss.

"Go and check yourself out in my room."

I went to Mum's room and looked at myself in her full-length mirror. Sue's thirteen
year old schoolgirl had become, even if I say it myself, a good looking young lady.
If I didn't know better I could easily have fallen for her.

We spent the afternoon at the Mall. It was the first time in years, if not ever, that I
actually enjoyed shopping with Mum. We didn't exactly go on a spending spree
but we certainly spent more than I was used to. Luckily there were some sales on
but even so by the time we had bought a few essentials the Visa was going to be
a few hundred dollars more than usual. The first stop was shoe store where I wanted
to try on everything in the place. I really wanted a pair of heels of some kind but
Mum insisted on being practical so I didn't get the pink or the green high heels that
I fell in love with but instead ended up with a new pair of runners and a brown open
toe with about a 4cm heel. Sears provided a selection of panties and bras. Old Navy
had a sale on tops and we found two skirts at Rikki. As we headed for the exit I
noticed a group of four or five boys coming toward us. One of them was Sam.
I though they were just going to walk by but Sam did a double take and came over.

"Hi Mrs. Dale. Hi Brianne."And there, right in the middle of the Mall he put an arm
around my waist, pulled me tight to him and planted a kiss right on my lips. There
were some jeers, cheers and whistles from his friends. I was blushing fiercely.

"I take it you two know each other?"

"Oh yes Mrs. Dale. We're going steady, hasn't Brianne told you? Can I carry those
bags for you?"

"Yes thank you. It is Sam, isn't it?"

Sam waved to his friends, carried our packages to the car and came home with us.
During the drive home I was bubbling over with excitement as I tried to tell Sam
about our afternoon and all the lovely things we had bought. At home Sam brought
all my packages to my bedroom. I started to drag everything out to model them.

"Come here." Sam pulled me over to the bed. We lay down with our arms around
each other. We kissed. His tongue pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth. His
tongue slipped into my mouth. I pushed back and began to explore his mouth. Our
tongues were engaged in a war. Who was going to win? My clit was getting hard.
I could feel Sam's cock pressing against me. His hand slid down my body. He was
caressing my arse. His fingers found their way under my skirt. He eased down my
panties. I felt him squeezing my cheeks. A finger found its way into my crack. It
worked its way round to my hole. My cheeks clamped in a reflex.

"Just relax. You're going to enjoy this."

I tried to. He stroked my boy cunt. My clit was rock hard. He teased by running his
finger around my cunt, pressing slightly and then moving away. I arched my back,
pushing out my arse as I tried to follow the finger.

"Hot little bitch, aren't you. Bet you've never been fucked, have you?"

"No."

"But you sure as hell want it. Here give this a good suck. Get it good and wet." as
he pulled his finger away and stuck into my mouth. I could smell the earthy aroma
of my own cunt as I sucked on his finger. He pulled his finger out of my mouth
and pressed it once again against my cunt. My cheeks tightened.

"Relax, take it easy. Just press against my finger as if you are going to have a crap.
Now relax as I push - there see." I felt the tip of his finger entering into my cunt.
"Now once more - push -relax." More of his finger slipped into my cunt. I could
feel him inside me. I felt him beginning to pull out.

"Don't. Stop. Leave it in. Fuck me." His finger was nearly all out when he pushed
all the way in again. In and out, he fucked me with his finger. "Oh christ, I'm
cumming." I shot my load. Sam left his finger in my cunt as we lay there.

"Enjoy your first fuck?"

"Oh god yes."

"Well finish it off." He pulled his finger out of my cunt and pressed it to my lips.
As I licked it "my turn now. Get up. Kneel down here." he pointed to the floor. I did
as he said. My panties were down round my knees and there was a massive wet spot
on the front of my skirt where I had cum. He undid his belt and slipped his jeans
down to his knees. His clit was straining against his lavender panties. He pulled it out.
"OK bitch, suck it." I bent my head and kissed the tip, savouring the taste of his
pre-cum. "Suck I said" and he grabbed my head and forced his cock into my mouth.
I took him in and sucked. I had given Sam many blow jobs by now but today he was
rough. He didn't wait for me to suck, to kiss, to fondle his balls. He held my head
and thrusted with his hips. He fucked my face. He came into my mouth. As I was
savouring his cum I heard a voice.

"So that's what you two have been up to."

Oh god, caught. There was Mum in the doorway.

"You should at least close your door. And as for you, young lady, if you think I'm
paying to have that cleaned" as she pointed to my skirt "you've got another think
coming. That's coming out of your allowance."

End of Term

The next few weeks was one of the most exciting periods of my life. It was also
a most unsettling and frightening time. By now, except for a few hours each day
at school, I was living continuously as a girl. Even at school I was experimenting.
Just little things. Instead of wearing baggy jeans with the crotch down round my
knees I started wearing tighter, stretch denim. Naturally they came from the
girl's section and with only an 8 or 10cm rise they sat really low on my hips. I did
receive some comments about a pretty arse but they came from other girls . A pretty
pink shirt from Tommy Hilfiger got a few comments but they soon died out. When
I replaced it with some from the girl's catalogue I don't think anyone noticed, or at
least no one commented. I even tried a little make-up, nothing too much. Just a
touch of eye-liner and some mascara. It seemed to me that if one didn't actually
rub their noses in things most people just don't notice, or prefer not to. Even the one
or two boys that I hung out with would make a couple of comments when I showed
up in a new item but they seemed to be more envious than censorious.

After that first finger fuck my education progressed rapidly. I was giving myself a
fuck every night as I went to bed. The next day at Sam's we had watched a porno
DVD of guys fucking each other. There had been all sorts of talk in the locker room
at school, but to actually see guys doing it was different. The thought of Sam's clit
being put into my cunt was a little scary. Over the next couple of days she was
was very patient with me, one finger, two fingers, three. She drove me mad. She could
make me cum without ever touching my clit.

It was about two or three days after that very first finger fuck. We were at Sam's place
as usual, watching a porno, well Sam may have been watching. I didn't see too much
of it. I was more interested in her nice hard clit. Most of the time I had my face buried
in her crotch, licking her clit, at least when she was not playing with my boy-cunt. She
pulled her fingers out of my cunt. As I lay there panting I felt her applying a large gob
of Vaseline to my hole.

"OK baby, here it comes, this is what you've been waiting for." I felt the tip of his cock
pressing against my cunt. My cheeks tightened in a reflex. "Relax, it's no different
from fingers. Remember, push, relax and let me in." I felt his cock sliding into me.
Then he started to withdraw.

"Don't, don't, don't. Leave it in. Fuck me. Please." I stated to push back, trying to get
more of that lovely cock. He grabbed my waist with both hands holding me still.
Slowly he pressed his cock into me again, a bit deeper this time. I felt my arse
alternately clenching and relaxing as I tried to pull him deeper into me. He started
to pull out. I almost screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Please, pretty please.
Ahhhh, oh christ." He rammed into me. A few quick strokes and he ejaculated. I
could feel him cumming in me. We lay there for a few moments then as he withdrew
I turned round and took his now soft cock into my mouth. I wanted to worship, to
pay homage to that beautiful instrument that had taken my virginity.

"OK, it's your turn now."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're not the only girl that likes to be fucked."

"You mean ...."

"Yes, I like to be fucked too. Turn and turn about."

She lay on her back, legs in the air. I knelt between her legs and she rested them on
my shoulders. My clit was stiffening again. I placed the tip of my cock against her
cunt and pushed. I slid into her quite easily. Sam was no virgin. This was a whole
new experience. It was wonderful when Sam kissed my cock, when she ran her
tongue up and down my shaft, when she sucked on my balls, when she took my
cock into her mouth and made me cum, but this was different. My whole cock
from the very tip to the base was being held in a wonderfully warm and moist clamp.
Slowly she alternately pushed and clamped her muscles. Oh to hell with that. I
plunged into her with short, sharp, quick strokes. No time for niceties. I wanted to
fuck her. A few quick strokes and I blew my load. My first fuck was over before
I knew it. We lay for a while just cuddling and kissing until it was time for Sam to
go home.

During the next few days my learning curve was not just steep, it was damn near
vertical. Being a girl is not that easy, in fact it can be bloody hard work. Boy-cunts
are messy things, after all they fulfill two functions, but nobody ever really talks
about it and tells you what to expect. I had to learn how to keep myself clean, which
wasn't difficult it just meant that I had to add an extra ten minutes to my daily bathroom
schedule; not exactly an enema just a little douche with warm water. But that
introduced another problem - seepage. Often there would be some leakage some time
later in the morning. That was embarrassing until Jen, of all people, introduced me
to panty liners and pads. I had always felt awkward when the ads were shown on TV
but now I found myself paying attention. It was ‘Light Days' that brought one of
my earliest experiences of acceptance. It was lunch time and I was in the hallway
heading for my locker. I sensed someone behind me and a low voice whispered
"Brianne". I turned to face Jen's best friend. She knew about Brianne and had met
her many times by now. She looper her arm through mine. "You've got to help me.
I need a pad badly and I'm didn't bring any. Jen says you might have some."

We walked arm in arm to my locker, and I can tell you that brought a few comments.
"Do you want a pad or a liner?"

"It's a heavy day, I need a pad."

I opened my locker and carefully passed her a pad. "You're a real life saver." and
putting her arms around me she planted a big kiss right on my lips. I responded putting
my arms around her waist and holding her tightly. We tongued for a few minutes.
"There, that should shut up some of the gossip. Gotta go and change. Thanks." We
broke and she headed off to the girls room. There were a few whistles and any comments,
in particular they wanted to know how a poor niner like me got off with an elevener. I
just smiled and kept my counsel.

Whereas I resented every moment that I lived as a boy Sam seemed to be spending
a lot of time as a boy, particularly at the weekends. Not that I minded as it meant
I had a boy friend. We became something of an item. Graduation was rapidly
approaching. Of course, neither Sam nor I were graduating this year, but some of
Sam's class were arranging an end-of-year party. It was to be semi-formal, buffet,
dinner dance. Sam wanted me to come to it as his ‘date'. My initial reaction was
‘No way'. The place would be full of people who knew me only as Brian, that is if
they were aware of me at all. It took a few days of persuasion by Sam, some might
call it nagging, with help from Mum and Sue and even Jen, but I finally agreed.
Once the decision was made Mum took me shopping for an outfit. I had my heart
set on a full-length graduation dress. Mum put her foot down. For one thing they
were just too damn expensive and secondly such a dress would be completely
inappropriate for such an affair. There were a couple of days of the sulks, but I came
to my senses in the end, especially when Sam completely agreed with Mum. What's
a girl to do? You can't fight your Mum and your boyfriend.

It was still a rough day at the Mall. Having agreed to go as Sam's girlfriend I was
determined to be the femme-fatale. It was going to be an off the shoulder, tight
fitting, sexy, dress. Unfortunately (actually, as it turned out, very fortunately) Mum
had the credit cards. She pointed out a few home truths. Like, most of the girls who
would be there were naturally endowed and would no doubt be sporting cleavage
that I was in no position to rival. Like, I did have a clit that sometimes seemed to
have a mind of its own (just her mentioning this in the store gave me a hard-on).
Damn it, are Mums always right? We finally settled on a lavender, sleeveless dress
that reached to just above my knees. It had a scooped neckline and was tight to the
waist and then flared out in three layers. I have to admit, Mum was right. It looked
great on me and made me feel sexy but not slutty. The shoe store was the next stop,
and this was much easier. The colour was fixed, they had to match my dress, and I
wanted heels. It still took a visit to several stores before we found just the right ones.
The last stop was a bit of surprise. We went looking for a handbag, or rather an
evening bag. I didn't see the point of such a pokey looking thing, but again Mum
pointed out why. A girl needed somewhere for her cell phone (Mum said in her days
it was just a dime for the telephone), her lip gloss and a spare tampon or liner.

On the day of the dance I thought I would sleep in a while, but Mum woke me
early with the news that I had a 12 o'clock appointment at the hair dresser. It was
news to me, but Mum said it was a surprise present for my first formal. Also she
had booked me a make-up session for later in the afternoon. Laura, my regular
hairdresser, was very helpful. For the first time I was looking for a girlish style,
no pretence about having to be a boy for school time. She suggested some highlights,
bangs, a light trim, and to curl the ends in round my face.

The make-up session was an eye opener. A thorough cleansing and a couple of zits
taken care of an then an eye-brow waxing. Ouch and ouch again. Shit, that stings.

"You think that stings, wait till you get a bikini wax. Then you'll know what
stinging means."

"You know, when you're wearing a bikini most guys don't like to see bits of
hair sticking out, so you either have to shave or have it waxed."

"Umm, er, you mean down there."

"Yes dear, round your privates. Anyway, let's get you set for tonight. Graduation
is it? You seem a bit young for that."

"Well, kinda. It's my boyfriend. His class are having a kind of fake graduation party.
He graduates next year so really I guess this is just and end of school party."

"Well let's get to work, though really there is not very much to do. You've got
lovely skin, you really don't need very much at all. You're wearing lavender,
right?"

"Yes. It' lovely. Sleeveless and the neck comes like this " I traced the line around my
neck "and I've got shoes to match, and Mum got me an evening bag, and Sue, that's
my boy friend's Mum, go me a necklace and earings, and ....".

"Whoa there, Brianne. Just a little excited aren't you? Hmmm, we could go with
something dark, not really gothic, but something to give a really strong contrast to
your dress. Something to make you really stand out."

"Sounds great."

"Do you really want that? I think you look really pretty with nothing. I would
suggest something quite soft. Something a little dark to emphasize your eyebrows.
A green eyeshadow to pick up the colour of your eyes. A little liner. Beautiful
lashes - just some mascara. What's your choice?"

"You really think the soft would be the best?"

"I really do, dear. Hard is not you."

At home I hurried to get dressed. Of course I was ready much to early. I couldn't sit
still. I swear the clock was running backwards, but eventually the hands crept round
to six. Right on time the doorbell rang. I made to answer it but Mum told be to stay
put as she went to get the door. When she opened it I saw two guys standing on the
porch. A black goth said Hi and walked right by me. Sam looking smashing in a tux
smiled at me. "Miss Brianne, would you do me the honour of attending a dance."

"Why yes, kind sir", dropping a curtsey. Geez we'd been watching to many
romantic movies. He gave a box containing a corsage, a single orchid that exactly
matched my dress. I wasn't sure what to do with it, but good, old Mum came to my
rescue and pinned it onto my dress. I had been so self involved the past few days
I had lost sight of the fact that Jen also be attending the dance. She was as goth as
goth could be - dressed black, spiked hair, black make-up. God was I glad I hadn't
opted for the hard look.

What a night. The boys had arranged a limo there and back. Sam was a perfect
gentleman, opening doors, pulling my chair out or pushing it in. We danced and
danced. Some of his friends came over and I danced with them but all evening it
was Sam's arms I wanted round me. Midnight came all to soon, and like Cinderella,
we had to leave. Luckily, the limo did not turn into a pumpkin.

Mum was waiting up for us. Jen had gone on to a sleep-over so it was just the
three of us. I babbled on about the evening. Finally Mum said she was off to bed.
"Sue says it's OK if you stay over. Just make sure you turn all the lights off before
you go to bed."

We didn't need a second bidding. We were soon in my bedroom where I found
myself locked in Sam's arms. He pressed his lips onto mine and our tongues met.
He reached behind me and pulled down my zipper. My dress dropped to the floor.
I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands up his body, playing with his nipples which
were standing out nearly as far as his cock (poetic licence also known as bullshit).
We were both hot. We stripped and into bed. What a night. I lost count of how
many times we came or who did what to whom. I fucked her, she fucked me,........