Tracy

by Pamela

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There are some girls that are born with an indescribably powerful senuality and sexiness that cannot be taught. You have to be born with it to have it. These are girls who move through the world with a rare feminine beauty that creates a chemical reaction in the boys who cross their path. Boys like myself are agog when we encounter such girls. We feel an instant churning attraction in our gut. Often we force ourselves to look the other way because girls like this are out of our reach. They are destined for some other kind of guy. A-list guys who are to boys what these rare beautiful girls are to girls.

It so happens that a new family moved in next door to our house. A nice couple with a 15 year old astonishingly sensual and gorgeous daughter named Tracy who enrolled in my high school as a tenth grader. I'm 16, in the eleventh grade and about an inch taller than Tracy and actually I'm not bad looking though I am not what girls would call a "hot" guy. I am definitely not in the A-list like Tracy is. I mean girls sometimes do flirt with me and I've even had some make out sessions with girls. But Tracy is in that category that will always be out of reach to me. She is hot. Hot in that indescribable way. She exudes femininity, curves, delicacy, gentleness but also a steely inner strength from knowing just how special she is.

From the window of my second story bedroom I can look down to the backyard of Tracy's house. Her family moved in during late summer affording me the almost daily pleasure of watching Tracy stretch out in her backyard enjoying the sun, reading a book, having iced tea. She wore any one of three different bikinis I counted and I could never get over how beautiful she looked. Especially her breasts which were as big as any grown women's and her perfectly formed rear end. Her tush had a perfect curve to it. Not bony nor overweight. Just right.

Of course I wanted to meet Tracy and I did. My family is friendly and in short order we had Tracy and her parents over for a neighborly barbecue to meet us and other neighbors. Since I am a grade ahead of Tracy I was able to tell her about the school she was to enroll in. Her beauty intimidated me so much that I acted one hundred percent the boy scout when I was talking to her. No flirting nor trying to get alone with her. I was strictly matter-of-fact. I was too scared to be any other way.

Of course not getting to know Tracy better bugged me. I was so intensely attracted to her that I kept dreaming up excuses to knock on her door and talk to her or invite her on a date or something like that. But each time I was confronted with the reality of initiating contact, I was too scared to make a move and I hated myself for that.

As it happens, Tracy's parents and my parents hit it off right from the start and became good friends. The four of them have an equal love for golf so they began to play as a foursome on many weekend days at the local country club. This meant that there were many days that Tracy and I would be alone on the weekends and it would be natural for me to go over to her place and say hello. It also so happens that our parents work near each other downtown, so they decided to car pool with the four of them going to work together every weekday morning at 7AM and coming home together at about 6PM. Since Tracy and I don't have to go to school until 8:30 and we come home at 3:30, we also have plenty of time during the week to get to interact with each other without our parents around.

One afternoon right after I had returned from school in the early fall I looked down from the window in my bedroom and saw Tracy in her backyard hanging up laundry to dry. It was very windy and I noticed that while her back was turned to the laundry basket, a pair of panties was picked up by the wind and blown into our yard and landed behind a boxwood bush. There was no way that Tracy would know where the panties were. This was the perfect excuse I could use to get to know her more personally so I ran downstairs and out the backdoor of my house and retrieved the panties. They were pink and lacy and of a light material and barely damp. This explained why the wind would be able to pick them up. I walked across the backyard to Tracy holding the panties in my hand. She turned toward me and I said, "Hi Tracy, I saw your panties blow into my yard," and I held them out to her.

Tracy gave me a slight smile and said, "pin it up with my other panties." She pointed to a row of panties hanging on the line in front of us. I was surprised by what she said and I hesitated. Tracy looked at me and said, "do you know how to do it Greg? Do you know how to use clothes pins?"

"Yes, Tracy," I said.

"Good," she said and with her head indicated the clothing line containing panties.

I picked up two clothes pins and pinned her panties onto a vacant spot on the line. Tracy had turned away from me and was hanging a white blouse on an adjoining clothes line. Looking at her from the side I was transfixed by her beautiful shape and thrusting breasts. I said nervously, "I'm done with that." Tracy turned toward me and said, "now hang up my bras. They're in that basket over there." She pointed to a straw basket that had several wet bras in it. Startled, I looked at Tracy but she looked away and continued her work.

I took one of Tracy's bras out of the basket to hang up. It was white and I couldn't miss seeing how large the cups were for a young girl. But it made sense as I took another surreptitious look at Tracy. She had on a white sleeveless blouse and her large breasts pushed out the front in an attractive way. I pinned up the bra and then took out another one. It looked to be identical to the first one. I saw a tag on it and read that it was a 34D bra. Even with my limited understanding of the subject I knew that that was a pretty considerable size especially for a 15 year old girl. I saw Tracy take a look in my direction and I finished hanging the second of her bras and then bent over and picked up another one. This one was pink and had shiny cups and just some lace on the side straps. I hung it up. There was one more bra which was white and I hung that one up also.

"I guess I've hung up your bras Tracy," I said.

She looked at me without saying anything and feeling like I should say something I said, "I hope they'll stay up in this wind. I mean your panties and bras are blowing around a bit." The more I talked the more foolish I felt I sounded. Tracy worked at hanging another blouse and just occasionally glanced at me. Finally I said, "well I guess I better be going. I just saw the panty fly off and wanted to get it for you."

Tracy nodded her head and our eyes made contact. Then I turned away and went back to my house feeling like I had made a colossal fool of myself.

Back in my room I looked down and saw that Tracy was gone from the backyard. For the life of me I couldn't figure out what had just gone on. Part of me felt a little surprised that she didn't thank me for bringing over the panty and part of me felt overwhelmed with desire for her. I wondered if I should have refused to hang up her bras. It felt so strange to have actually held Tracy's bras. The next time I saw her in school I'd probably think how I had held the bra she was wearing that day.

***

A day or two after the strange incident with the laundry I pretty much chalked up the experience to Tracy sort of playing a joke on me. Perhaps it was a friendly joke or her way of saying I ought to be a bit more forward about asking her out. On the other hand, I could be completely wrong about her. Maybe she was just making fun of me. It was hard to say.

That next Saturday our parents were off playing golf together. The night before my parents said to me that Tracy's parents thought that I ought to pay a visit to Tracy. She'd be alone and there was no reason why the two of us couldn't do something together. I tried to get my parents to say that this idea was Tracy's idea and not just her parent's but they didn't know. Still they insisted it would be a nice gesture.

Saturday morning after my parents had left I wanted more than anything to go over to see if Tracy wanted to do something, but I was terrified of doing it. Ten times I went back and forth in my mind, deciding I would do it and then chickening out. Finally, about noon time I decided that I had better just do it because I was sick and tired of thinking about it. I went next door and knocked on the door. After a minute Tracy opened the door. She was wearing a nightgown as if she had yet to get dressed for the day.

Tracy looked at me without saying anything and I said, "hi Tracy, I thought I'd say hello, um, you know our parents are all playing golf today. Maybe you would like to do something?"

Tracy said, "come upstairs, Greg."

Elated by her invitation to enter the house I went in and followed her up the stairs to what turned out to be her bedroom. It was fairly spacious with a large high queen size bed in it and antique-like furniture. "Such a nice room," I said trying to make conversation.

Tracy sat on her bed and said, "I've got to get dressed. In the top drawer of my dresser are my panties. Get me one."

Once again blindsided by her request my mind raced to figure out what I ought to do. She looked at me as if she was wondering why I hesitated and nervously I walked over to her dresser and opened up the top drawer and looked in. To my surprise the panties were pretty much jumbled up in the drawer. For some reason I would have thought that she was a very neat person. "Which one?" I said, "they're all kind of jumbled up."

"Give me any one of them," Tracy said. There was a slight tone of impatience in her voice, as if she was suggesting I was dumb for asking which panty.

I saw a light blue panty and picked it up and brought it to Tracy. She took it from my hand and stood up and I watched in awe as she stepped into the panty and pulled it up her legs. Though it was partly hidden by her night gown, for a brief fraction of a second I'm sure I saw her shaved vagina just before the panty was fully on. "So take all my panties and put them on the bed and fold them neatly and put them back in the drawer. Do you think you can do that?" Tracy said.

"What?" I said in sort of a gasp. Tracy drilled me with her eyes and I said, "well OK, sure, I suppose so, I mean I just noticed the drawer was sort of messed up. I wasn't insinuating anything."

"You fold up the panties," Tracy said, "but first get me a bra. They're in the next drawer down.

There seemed to be some sort of pattern here to her requests, so I walked back to the dresser and opened the second drawer. Sure enough her bras were in there. They were a bit in disarray also but not as much as the panties. "Should I take any bra" I said looking at Tracy.

"A white bra, Greg," she said.

I selected a white bra and walked over to give it to her. Without missing a beat she pulled her night gown up over her head and took it off standing in front of me with her unbelievably beautiful 34D breasts. Mesmerized I watched her put on her bra. When she was done I heard myself saying, "I could straighten up your bras too, once I've done your panties."

"Fine Greg, you go do my panties and then my bras." Before I moved to do the jobs I watched as Tracy stepped into a pair of jean shorts and then put on a white sleeveless blouse that was on a chair. Tracy then said, "when you're done with that, you might as well hand wash my panties and bras that you can find in the hamper in my bathroom. Then you can hang them out to dry on the clothesline. I know that you know how to do that."

"Wash your bras and panties?" I said. I could hear some panic in my voice. It seemed to me that this was getting a bit crazy or something. Me washing her underwear. "How can I wash your panties and bras?" I said. "Where and how can I do that?"

"I'll show you how. You use the basin in the laundry room downstairs. There's some detergent for delicates that you use in cold water. Remember to rinse them thoroughly before you hang them to dry."

I didn't know what to say or do and stood somewhat frozen in place. Tracy said, "you've got some work to do Greg so get started."

I turned away and went back to her dresser and took out her panties and put them on a corner of the bed. It took two trips to carry them all. While I did this Tracy's smart phone rang and she answered it, saying "hi Abby, what's up?" She sat down on her bed and then leaned back against the pillows while at the foot of her bed I began folding each of her panties one by one and making neat piles of them on the bed.

I could hear Tracy's half of the conversation with Abby who I was pretty sure was another one of the tenth grade girls in school.

"Nothing much. I've got Greg here straightening up my panties and bras," Tracy said and then after a pause, "yeah from the dresser."

"Uh huh."

"Uh huh."

"He's in eleventh grade."

"Yeah that one."

"Well it looks like he's good at folding panties. He's making some neat piles."

Whatever Abby said caused Tracy to laugh.

"When he's done with that he'll straighten up my bras and then he's got to wash my dirty underwear and hang them out to dry."

"I know, I know, its crazy isn't it."

"Right."

"Yeah."

"Some guys, for sure."

Part of me felt like crying and another part of me could not get the image of Tracy's breasts out of my mind.

I heard Tracy say, "Tom said what?"

"Really?"

"He's such a stud, that guy."

"He likes you, I'm sure about it."

"No not me, you're crazy."

The conversation moved on to other things which I couldn't concentrate on as my mind kept wondering over and over again if I had made a big mistake by not protesting the jobs that Tracy had assigned to me. I probably should have told her to get her own panties and bra and straighten her own drawers. Then the image of her putting on her bra came roaring back into my mind. I'm sure I'll never forget that image as long as I live. Ten more minutes went by and I had finished folding the panties. There were probably 25 of them covering all kinds of different styles and colors. Some had lace and bows and others didn't. It was a lot different than the identical pairs of white jockey shorts that my mom bought for me to wear.

I carefully put the panties back into the dresser drawer and then took out Tracy's bras. I heard her say, "news flash, Greg is starting up on my bras now."

"No, I'm not sending him over to do your bras."

I heard peals of laughter coming from the phone and Tracy laughed herself. She said, "see you soon" and then "goodbye" and hung up the phone.

Tracy got up and went into a bathroom that opened up off a side of the room. I heard her peeing. It was a loud forceful sound that went on for at least half a minute while I folded up her bras. While I had never folded up a bra before, it looked like there wasn't much more one could do than just fold the cups over each other lining up the underwire, and then lay the straps over the bra. The toilet flushed and then the sink ran and I heard Tracy brushing her teeth. I was just placing her bras back into her bra drawer when she came back in the room.

"I've got to go now," Tracy said. "Come with me downstairs and I'll show you where the laundry room is. When you're done washing my panties and bras and have hung them outside you can lock the doors when you go."

"I hope I folded the bras OK, I've never really folded bras before," I said.

Tracy looked in her bra drawer and said, "they're fine Greg."

I closed the bra drawer and went downstairs following her. She led me to the laundry room and pointed out the detergent and told me how to use it in the basin. Then she left through the back door and closed it behind herself. I went back up to her room to her bathroom where I found the hamper. I opened it up and looked in. There was a jumble of her clothes in there. I must be crazy I thought to do this. Still, if I didn't do it she'd probably never talk to me again. I should just go home now and end this silliness. She obviously has some strange ideas about boys. And telling her girl friend about me. It certainly sounded like she was making fun of me. I closed the lid of the hamper and turned to go away but then stopped. If I didn't wash her clothes that's probably the last time I'd see her. But I really would love to see her naked chest again. OMG it was unbelievable. And how she put on her bra. I lifted up the hamper lid again and reached in. By poking around in the clothes I found five panties and three bras and went back to the laundry room carrying them. I washed them just the way she told me to, and rinsed them off carefully and then went outside and hung them up on the clothes line. I locked the front and back door of Tracy's house and went back to my own. I felt kind of happy because I felt sure that Tracy would probably thank me for washing her underwear.

***

When my parents came home that afternoon they asked me if I had seen Tracy. I said, "yeah, I knocked on her door and she invited me in, but she was on the way to see her friend Abby so I wasn't there more than about a half hour."

"Excellent," my dad said. "You see how easy it is? It's a good start. Girls really do like the attention from guys. You plant a seed and then it grows and who knows where it may lead. She is a very beautiful young lady and from what I hear she is very very smart also."

I smiled weakly at my father. I wasn't so sure about the being smart part, unless it meant that she was smart at getting me to do her biding. On the other hand I did get to see her breasts up close and delight in seeing her put on her bra. That alone was probably worth everything else that had happened.

***

On Monday I ran into Tracy in front of her house as we were both coming home from school. I called out a hello to her as she was stepping up to her front door. She looked at me and nodded her head. "Hi," I said, "got a lot of homework?"

Tracy nodded her head slightly as if she was saying yes. Then she waved her hand signaling for me to come over. I stood waiting next to her as she looked for her keys. I was expecting to hear her thank me for the jobs I had done the other day, but instead she opened the front door and went inside without inviting me to go in also. Just when I was going to leave she came out and said "I need to start my homework, so I'll need you to get me a package of tampons. Here's a ten dollar bill, get the Tampax Pearl Tampons with LeakGuard- Multipax. They have them at the supermarket."

I looked at Tracy with surprise and said, "buy your tampons?"

"Yes tampons. They're in a blue box. What kind did I tell you to buy?"

"I don't remember the name," I said.

"Tampax Pearl Tampons with LeakGuard- Multipax," Tracy said, "now let me hear you say that."

"Tampax Pearl, um, .."

"Tampons,"

"Oh yeah, Tampax Pearl Tampons with what?"

"LeakGuard. And get the Multipax. Now say it again."

"Tampax Pearl Tampons with Leakguard - Multipax," I said.

"Now go and don't forget," Tracy said and went back inside her house.

The truth was that I had a lot of homework to do also, but obviously I'd only be able to get to it after I helped out Tracy. I repeated to myself "Tampax Pearl Tampons with Leakguard - Multipax," and strode off toward the supermarket 5 blocks away to buy them.

My family had been shopping at the market for many years so I knew all the checkers and other staff on a first name basis. How I could buy tampons without them making a comment or asking me why I needed them seemed impossible. I would just have to tell them the truth, more or less. A neighbor needed them and I was helping them out. Hopefully this wouldn't get back to my parents because I'd then have a pretty hard time explaining what I had done.

I went to the ladies feminine products section and saw that there were a whole bunch of Tampax Pearl Tampons. All the boxes looked similar. I tried to recall what she wanted and I knew it was Tampax Pearl but the last part of the phrase escaped my memory. I saw a package that said Tampax Pearl Plastic Super Absorbency Tampons. It seemed to register in my mind as to what Tracy had said though part of me thought that maybe it wasn't quite right. I examined the other boxes and none of the others leapt out at me either. I saw a woman coming down the aisle toward me as if she was going to buy tampons also so I took the box I had been holding and briskly walked to the front registers. Luckily there was a vacant cashier and I put the tampons down on the counter. The cashier was Sandra, a middle aged woman with sandy brown hair. "Hi Sandra," I said.

"Hi Greg," Sandra said scanning the tampons. She looked up at me and said, "tampons?"

"Oh, yeah they're for a friend," I said.

"How nice that you'd help like that. Most boys are squeamish about tampons," Sandra said.

"She really needs me to get them and I don't mind helping," I said.

"You're a sweet boy Greg," Sandra said and I blushed.

I handed her the money, took change and left. When I stepped outside I breathed a sigh of relief. It had gone much smoother than I thought it would.

I walked back to Tracy's place and knocked on the door. She called out to me to come upstairs, and when I handed her the bag containing the tampons she said, "Jesus Christ Greg. What did I tell you to get?"

"You said Tampax Pearl tampons?" I said lamely.

"Do you remember I told you to repeat and memorize the kind of tampons I wanted? Didn't I?" Tracy said.

"Yes," I said, "I'm sorry."

"What did I say exactly?" Tracy said.

"I guess I only remember the Tampax Pearl Tampons."

"I said, Greg, Tampax Pearl Tampons with LeakGuard- Multipax."

"Oh right," I said.

"What kind did you buy?" Tracy said.

"I guess I didn't get them," I said.

"What kind did you get?"

I read off the box, "Tampax Pearl Plastic Super Absorbency Tampons."

"Is that the same?" Tracy said.

"No, I guess not, I'm really sorry Tracy," I said.

"You'll have to take these back to the store and exchange them. What kind are you going to get now?"

"Do I really have to?" I said.

"What kind of tampons are you going to exchange these for?"

"Tampax Pearl Tampons with Leakguard - Multipax," I said.

"Go," Tracy said, "and hurry."

I felt wounded by my encounter with Tracy. Here I was doing her a favor and she seemed impatient with me. Why would she expect me to know how to buy tampons I wondered? When I got back to the store I saw that Sandra was just finishing with a customer. I went up to her and said, "I bought the wrong ones. Can I exchange them?"

"What kind do you want?" Sandra said.

I hesitated for a few seconds and then said in a low voice, "I am supposed do get the Tampax Pearl Tampons with Leakguard-multipax."

"But you bought Tampax Pearl Plastic Super Absorbency Tampons," Sandra said.

"I know, it was dumb of me. I got confused there are so many different kinds on the shelf," I said.

"Well OK Greg. Get the kind you want and we'll ring up the difference," Sandra said.

"Thanks," I said and I went back to the feminine products aisle and went through the boxes one by one until luckily I found the right one.

"Here they are" I said, rushing back to Sandra before any other customers could come by.

Sandra rang up the order and I ended up having to pay a couple more dollars. Thankful to finally be out of the store I went back to Tracy's house as fast I could.

Once again I knocked on the front door and once again Tracy called to me to go up to her bedroom. When I got there she was sitting at her desk writing. I stood next to her for a few moments waiting for her, until she finally stopped writing. She swiveled her chair around toward me and held out her hand for the package. "Good Greg," she said after checking it. She handed the package back to me and said, "open it up and give me one of the tampons."

"Open it?" I said.

"Do you know how to open a package?" Tracy said.

"Yeah, sure," I said.

"Then open it and get out one of the tampons."

While I figured out how to get her a tampon from the box, I noticed Tracy hike up her skirt and then pull aside her panties and then she seemed to grab ahold of something and the next thing I knew she was holding a used tampon by a string in front of me. It was sort of puffed out and covered with blood. "Do you have that tampon yet Greg?" Tracy said.

I had just gotten the outer plastic cover of the box open and then managed to quickly open the box and take out a tampon, "yes, here it is I said."

"Take the paper off it Greg," Tracy said a bit testily. I realized that there was a paper cover to the tampon and I opened it up and handed the new tampon to Tracy and to my surprise she handed the used one to me. I recoiled slightly about taking it and she said, "take it Greg, it won't bite. Wrap it up in some tissue paper and put it in the trash can in the bathroom."

I took the end of the string in my fingers and went to the bathroom where I disposed of it. When I came back in the room I watched as Tracy seemed to push in on the center of the tampon tube and then pull out the tube from her vagina. She handed me the tube and I put it in the trash bucket in the bathroom as well.

When I came back from the bathroom, Tracy had swiveled her chair back toward the desk and was writing again. I thought of saying something like, "I guess you're having your period," but it seemed that it was obvious and she'd probably not say anything. I did say, "well I guess I should go."

Tracy looked up at me and said, "I'll need you to hand wash my panties and bras again Saturday morning."

I hesitated for a second thinking if I should be hurt by her not even trying to get to know me and the fact that she just wanted to use me to clean her clothes. "Sure Tracy," I heard myself saying. I didn't see how I could possibly tell her I wouldn't wash her clothes. On the other hand, I felt a bit happy since for the first time she had actually made a future plan with me in mind.

"Well I'll see you then," I said.

***

I had several days to think about the fact that I'd be washing Tracy's panties and bras again. That meant that whatever panties and bras she was wearing in school that week I'd be washing. Every so often I saw Tracy at school and when I did I felt a strange sense of pride because I was the only one, or I assumed that I was only one, in school who got to personally get to know her underwear. It was sort of a secret between me and Tracy though of course she had told Abby about it. But perhaps nobody else. So I no doubt had a very special relationship with Tracy that none of the other guys did. It was definitely something that made me feel special.

Of course I had also disposed of her used tampon and it was filled with her blood. I couldn't decide if that was something to be happy about. The tampon had been inside her vagina so that did mean that I was sort of closer to her vagina than anybody else. I had bought her tampons and had given her a new one also. That was helpful to her. It occurred to me that maybe I should have kept her used tampon. After all it was Tracy's so it was pretty special. It had her blood and other liquid from her vagina on it. It would have been kind of a very special memento. If she ever asked me to throw out her tampon again, I think I'd just wrap it up in some tissue paper and put it in my pocket.

Later that night, and in fact every day that week, I thought of Tracy's breasts and her breasts being placed in her bra. I hoped I'd get to see that again. Maybe on Saturday morning I could fetch her a bra and panty again and she might put them on in front of me. That would be really nice.

***

Saturday morning Tracy's and my parents left for their weekly golf game and I made a beeline to Tracy's house at 9:30 figuring that was what she meant by Saturday morning. I knocked on the door and luckily she was awake. She came down and opened the front door for me. She was wearing a cute, short pink teddy with matching pink panty and I nearly swooned with the view of her breasts partially visible through the thin gauzy pink material. I followed Tracy back up to her room.

"Shall I collect your panties and bras from the hamper?" I asked.

Tracy nodded her head and said, "but add these panties to the wash," and she reached underneath the flowing ends of her teddy and pulled down the fancy panty that went with her top and handed it to me.

I went into her bathroom and once again rummaged through her hamper pulling out her panties and bras. There were 7 or 8 panties and four bras this time. I could see some traces of blood in a couple of her panties. It made sense what with her having a period this week.

I went downstairs and washed her underwear and then went out in her backyard to hang them up. I had finished hanging her panties and was holding a bra in my hand and had just gotten some clothespins to hang it up with when a girl came across the yard toward me. "Is that Tracy's bra?" she said.

I stared at the girl uncomfortably. I recognized her as someone that I've seen fairly often at school. One of Tracy's girl friends. She was hard to ignore since she had long beautiful dark hair and a pretty face and she often seemed to be hanging out with Tracy. I didn't know if Tracy would want her friends to know about my hand washing her lingerie, so I said, "I don't know if I can answer that," I said.

The girl laughed at my answer. "Are you in the CIA? You're Greg and I know all about you washing Tracy's underwear. She told me."

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to say the wrong thing," I said.

"I'm Abby," she said.

"Oh, yeah, I remember," I said. Abby was the girl Tracy was talking to when they were laughing about my helping her straighten up her bras and panties.

I hadn't been aware that Tracy was having her friend over. I felt a bit disappointed since I had been thinking that maybe after I finished washing her underwear and hanging it up to dry, Tracy would want to hang out with me. I watched as Abby went in the house. A few minutes later, after I had hung up the last of Tracy's bras I went back up to Tracy's room. She and Abby were talking and I was afraid to interrupt them so I stood outside in the hallway looking in through the open door.

After a minute Tracy said, "come in Greg, we're going to need you."

I quietly stepped in the room and sat down in a chair. Tracy and Abby were sitting on her bed.

"So let's find a dress for you, Abby," Tracy said. "Your cousin's wedding right?"

"Yeah, I've got to wear something cool. There's going to be some cute guys there my cousins says, so I might hook up with someone."

"OK, lets do this," Tracy said getting up from the bed, "but, first I've got to get dressed. Greg, fetch me a bra and panty."

While she said this she pulled her nightgown up over her head and was now completely nude. Seeing her breasts forced me to suppress a gasp and then to also see her shaved vagina and her perfect butt and thighs was almost too much to bear. I opened her dresser drawers and selected a bra and panty, both white and handed them to Tracy. I watched as she stepped into the panty and pulled it up and then put her bra on. She had a top and shorts on a chair that she then put on. While she was getting dressed Abby went into Tracy's walk-in closet and was looking at her dresses. From inside the closet she said, "oh, I really like this green dress."

"Which one?" Tracy said.

"The short lace dress. It has a chiffon skirt," Abby said.

"Sure that might be a good one," Tracy said.

Abby returned carrying the dress. "So try it on," Tracy said.

Abby gave the dress to Tracy and without looking at me lifted up her tee shirt over her head and then undid her shorts so they fell to the ground. She was wearing just black panties and no bra. Her breasts were almost as full as Tracy's. "Are you crazy?" Tracy said. "You've got to wear a bra to try on that dress. You can't wear it without a bra, you'll look weird."

"You're right," Abby said, "but I didn't wear a bra today."

"You can wear one of mine. Greg, fetch a bra for Abby."

I got up and took out a white bra and handed it to Abby. "Jesus Christ, Greg, what did you give her?" Tracy's tone showed her displeasure with me.

"A bra, Tracy, like you asked for," I said nervously.

"What's wrong with the bra, Greg?" Tracy said shaking her head.

I looked at the bra and drew a blank. "I don't know Tracy. Is there something wrong with it? I shouldn't have chosen this one?"

"Duh," Tracy said and then to Abby said, "can you believe it?"

"He is ridiculous, isn't he," Abby said.

"Tracy, I really don't know what I did wrong," I said with some frustration. "You asked me to get a bra for Abby and I did. What's wrong?"

"Just look Greg," Tracy said.

I looked at the bra and said, "is it the wrong size for Abby?" I saw the tag on the bra and bent over to read it while Abby held the bra. I said, "it says 34D, is that the wrong size? Do you have any others in a different size? Is Abby a different size than you?" I looked at Abby's breasts and to me they looked to be pretty much the same size as Tracy's.

"You must be blind Greg," Tracy said. "If Abby is wearing black panties, what color bra should you get her?"

"Black?" I said.

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Tracy said.

"A black bra. I see what you're saying. Your bra should be the same color as your panties? Is that right?" I said.

"It's not rocket science Greg," Tracy said."You've got to remember to think and use your brain."

"I'm really sorry Tracy," I said.

"It's obvious Greg," Abby said with the same kind of tone as Tracy. "Black panties, black bra."

"I'm really sorry Abby" I said. I could feel that my eyes were moist. Luckily I hadn't cried, but I felt that it was a very close call. I really might have cried.

"So go get Abby a black bra," Tracy said.

I took the white bra from Abby and went back to the dresser and exchanged it for one of the two black bras that Tracy had. Both of them looked to be about the same, so I hoped there was no way that I had overlooked something else I ought to have realized. I handed the black bra to Abby who took it from me and I watched as she put it on. I was especially fascinated by the way that Abby, and Tracy also for that matter, got their large breasts to fall into the bra cups. It was the most precious little motion that sort of involved entrapping them in the bra cups as the bra was being swiveled around to the front after having clipped the ends of the bra together.

"Help Abby on with the dress, Greg," Tracy said. She handed me the dress and I walked over to Abby who was now wearing just black panties and Tracy's black bra.

"How do I help her?" I asked Tracy.

"Think about it Greg, how would that dress go on a girl?" Tracy said.

Tracy was still sounding a bit impatient with me and I made as big an effort as I could to think hard about what she was asking me. I held up the dress in front of me. It had a lace bodice and top with a chiffon skirt. I noticed it had a back zipper on it and I said to Tracy, "should I undo the zipper?"

"What do you think Greg?" Tracy said.

"I think I should pull down the zipper cause won't that make it easier for Abby to put on the dress?"

Abby laughed and said, "you think?"

"Greg, undo the zipper and hold up the dress and put it over Abby's head," Tracy said.

I did as Tracy said and Abby raised her hands up so that the dress ended up resting on her shoulders surrounding her head. Abby took over from there and pulled the dress down. "Help Abby close the zipper, Greg," Tracy said.

I gently pulled the zipper closed. "Now straighten her skirts, Greg," Tracy said.

"How do I do that," I said.

"You understand the word straighten?" Tracy said.

"Yes Tracy, but I just wanted to make sure that I didn't do the wrong thing," I said.

"Don't be a tea cup," Tracy said causing Abby to laugh. "Just use your hands to straighten out Abby's skirts, they could use a little smoothing."

I gingerly used my hand to press down the skirt surrounding Abby. I also gently pulled it at the hem lengthening it out and down in order to make it sit right and not be bunched up.

Abby turned to look in the mirror and she said, "it needs a crinoline."

"I was just about to say the same thing," Tracy said.

To me Tracy said, "go in the closet and fetch a crinoline for Abby to wear."

"A crinoline?" I said.

"Yes, a crinoline," Tracy said.

"I'm sorry Tracy but I don't exactly know what a crinoline is," I said.

"Come Greg, I'll show you the crinolines," Abby said.

I followed Abby into the walk-in closet and she pointed to a group of bright colored crinolines. They were different lengths and colors. One was pink, a couple were white and another was black. I had no idea which crinoline Abby would want to wear and I said, "which one do you want?"

Abby pointed to one of the white ones and I said, "but you're wearing a black bra and panties. Can you wear a white crinoline with that?"

"Greg, take a look at the black crinoline and take a look at the dress I'm wearing. Can I wear the black crinoline?" Abby said.

"You mean its too long for the length of your skirt?" I said.

"Bingo Greg, so we'll have to do with the short white crinoline. The pink would be OK also but lets go with the white one."

I took the white crinoline off its hanger and rejoined Abby in Tracy's bedroom. "How do you put it on?" I asked Abby.

"I just have to step into it obviously," Abby said

I held it out for her by opening up the elastic waist band and Abby stepped one foot and then the other in it and I pulled it up her legs and then under the skirt of her dress. To get it past her butt my hand touched her panties but Abby didn't seem to notice or care about it.

I stepped back and Abby made some final adjustments and then posed for Tracy waiting for her opinion. "I think its just great Abby," Tracy said finally. It was true, it was a very pretty dress and Abby looked perfect in it. The skirts were puffed out somewhat do to the crinoline and with her attractive and curvaceous chest the total effect was almost ideal. The only girl who might be even more attractive in the dress was Tracy, whose charisma made her look beautiful in anything she wore.

"I feel real good in it," Abby said admiring herself in a full length mirror.

"Great," Tracy said.

Tracy had me help Abby off with the dress and crinoline and then place them in a garment bag so she'd be able to get them home safely. Abby also took off Tracy's bra and I put it back in Tracy's dresser drawer. From what I could figure from their conversation, Abby and Tracy were going to be hanging out together during the day. It sounded to me that they would be going to a park where some of the kids hung out from school. It was no surprise to me that Tracy didn't seem like she was going to invite me to go along with them so I figured it was time I went home. Fortunately, any time I wanted to I could conjure up the image of either Tracy or Abby's big breasts and how they fit into their bras. I also had the wonderful image of Tracy's shaved vagina which I would always treasure too.

"Well I guess I better be going," I said when I sensed that the two girls were about to leave.

"Wait here Greg," Tracy said when we had reached the front door. I watched as she took down what looked to be a dog leash hanging on a hook. There was a leather collar with a buckle tied to a long retractable cord. She said to me, "stand still Greg," and she attached the dog collar around my neck and buckled it. To Abby she said, "we'll take him out for a walk, he needs some fresh air." Abby broke up into laughter and then she and Tracy went outside onto the porch. I didn't know what to make of the situation until I felt a jerk on my neck from Tracy pulling the leash and then she said, "come on Greg, move along." I stepped outside next to the girls and Tracy locked the door with her key.

Tracy and Abby began walking along the side walk with me trailing behind them tied to Tracy by the leash. The two girls got into a conversation and I found myself a number of paces behind them. Every so often Tracy gave a little pull on the leash forcing me to keep up with them. They were both wearing shorts and tee shirts. Their legs were gorgeous and I loved looking at their cute butts. Sometimes I got to see views of the curves formed by their breasts from the side. It was interesting the different way they looked with Tracy wearing a bra and Abby without one. Whenever I began to day dream about the girls I'd get too far behind and I'd feel a tug on my neck.

We were headed in the direction of the park and my suspicion was confirmed a short while later when we entered the park. Tracy and Abby seemed to have a particular place in mind to go to where some of their classmates tended to hang out. Up ahead I saw four girls sitting on a bench and one swinging on a swing close by. Abby and Tracy exchanged greetings with them. I recognized most of them from our high school. I could see the girls looking at me and they were clearly curious about Tracy holding a leash connected to my collared neck.

"What's that?" one of the girls said.

"This is my eleventh grader and neighbor Greg," Tracy said.

Abby laughed and said, "you know the one who ..."

Before Abby could complete the sentence one of the girls said, "washes Tracy's bras and panties like you said."

The girls looked at me and I cast my eyes down to the ground. I backed off a bit until I felt the leash tug on my neck again. "Where are you going Greg?" Tracy said turning to look at me.

"Nowhere," I said.

"That's right," Tracy said and the girls laughed. Tracy walked toward an adjacent bench and after feeling the leash pull on my neck I followed her. I watched as she tied the end of the leash securely around one of the slats of the bench and said, "you wait here." Then she rejoined her friends. I sat down on the bench tethered to it. I wondered if I should attempt to untie the knot and go. Would Tracy get mad I wondered. I decided I ought to just wait.

I watched with interest as the girls frolicked. No other word could describe them as they chatted a mile a minute and twirled around and laughed and played. Ocassional whiffs of their conversation drifted over to where I was tied to the bench. It seemed to be mostly about the boys in their classes, about parties they had been to or were going to have. I must have been waiting for Tracy for an hour and a half when the girls seemed to say goodbye and Tracy and Abby came back to me.

Tracy untied the leash from the bench and handed it to Abby. "You can walk him home," Tracy said.

"Thanks," Abby said. The two girls took off toward Tracy's house and I had to jump up to catch up to them or I would have gotten yanked very hard. Neither of the girls paid me much attention though occasionally when they changed direction to go down a cross street I felt Abby steering me through the leash. When we got back to Tracy's house Tracy unbuckled the dog collar. Before I could decide if she wanted me to come in with she and Abby, Tracy said, "I'll let you know which day to come by and do my underwear."

"OK, Tracy," I said. The girls went in the house and I went next door to my house. I sat in my room for a while looking at Tracy's bras and panties that I had washed hanging in the sun shine. I saw Abby leave with the dress and crinoline and then Tracy went to the back yard and I saw her feel a couple of her bras and panties as if to find out if they were still wet. She went back in the house and a minute later the phone rang. I answered it and it was Tracy.

"My panties and bras are dry. Come over and take them down, then you can put them away neatly in my drawers," Tracy said.

"OK, Tracy," I said. I went downstairs and collected the laundry and brought it into her house. She was at her desk doing homework while I folded up her panties and bras and then put them away in her drawer. I spent a little time straightening out both drawers. When I was done I said, "well I guess I'm done Tracy."

She gave me the slightest smile and nodded her head slightly and I quietly left her house.

***

Two days later at dinner time my mom said, "Greg, I ran into Mrs. Finns at the wine store and she said that she saw you and a couple of girls walking toward the park last Saturday."

"Yeah, I went with Tracy and Abby on a walk," I said.

"Yes, but the strange thing is she was certain that you had a dog collar on your neck and one of the girls was holding on to a leash," my mom said.

"Yeah, we were playing a game in which I was sort of like their dog going for a walk. It was pretty funny," I lied.

"Greg, are you sure it is just an innocent game?" my dad said.

"Yes, dad, we were only joking around, they're sort of a bit goofy when they get together, Tracy and Abby, but I like them," I said.

"OK, Greg, but I think you should not play that game around here again. It can easily be misconstrued," my mom said.

"Misconstrued?" I said.

"People could think it means something other than just an innocent fun game," my mom said.

"OK, I'll make sure I don't play that game again," I said.

"Good," my mom and dad said.

***

The next Saturday it rained all day and Tracy and my parents could not play golf. Instead, my family was invited over to Tracy's house to have a leisurely afternoon culminating in Tracy's dad grilling his specialty steak and shrimp dinner. My parents and I walked over to Tracy's house in the middle afternoon and Tracy's mom told me to run on up to Tracy's room. "She's expecting you," her mom said, "I hope her room is neat, most of the time it's a mess."

As I walked up the stairs to Tracy's room I overheard her mother saying to my mother, "she keeps her clothing in such disorder, but I am happy to see that she's started to keep her bras and panties neat." I shook my head in wonder. The door to Tracy's room was closed and I knocked on it softly. I heard Tracy say, "enter." I walked in and saw Tracy sitting on the bed reading a book. I stood nervously wondering where I should sit. This was the first time I was visiting her alone in her room as part of a social visit between families.

After Tracy turned a page in her book she said, "you've straightened my bra and panty drawers, now work on the others. My blouses, my slips, my stockings, my sweaters, all those drawers can be neater. When you're done with them, then you can start on my closet. Arrange my skirts according to color or length. Same for my dresses. And of course my shoes are mess."

Tracy turned her attention back to her book and I mumbled, "OK," to thin air. At least my effort will also be pleasing to Tracy's mom, even if Tracy gets the credit for it.

In the drawer below the one where Tracy kept her bras I found her slips. They were very much disheveled. I would have to take out each slip one by one and fold it neatly. I began my job with what turned out to be a white half slip. I folded it as neatly as I could and rested it on the bed. The next slip was a light blue color and turned out to be a full slip. It was much harder to fold than the first slip, but after some careful attention to it, I seemed to figure out a way to make it fold neatly.

Tracy must have had ten different slips and I was dying to ask her why she needed so many. What were the reasons for having slips in the different colors and lengths? I held my tongue since she seemed engrossed in her book and I was reluctant to bring up a subject that might reveal my ignorance on something that she thought I ought to know.

After I had put the slips neatly back in their drawer I opened the next drawer down. It held lots of stockings and a few somewhat strange things with little dangling clip-like things. I guessed that these were used for holding up stockings. Holding one up I said, "excuse me Tracy, sorry to interrupt but what is this?"

Tracy looked up and said, "it's a garter belt Greg. You can fold it and put it on one side of the drawer. Be careful with my hose. You should sort out the knee highs, the garter stockings and my pantyhose. Don't snag them on your fingernails or something."

"OK, Tracy, I'll be very gentle with them" I said.

The stockings were so jumbled I put them all on the bed. "I'm sorry Tracy, but can I sit here and sort your stockings?" I said pointing to the edge of her bed.

Tracy nodded her head and I sat down next to the stockings. One by one I picked different types of stockings out of the pile. Some were short and I assumed they were the knee highs. Others were the length of a leg and they must be held up by Tracy's garter belts. The pantyhose were not hard to figure out. Among Tracy's garter stockings I realized that there were a number of different styles. To get them matched up I had to compare the designs at the top of the thigh, the color of the stockings and the seams. When I had gone through all the stockings I found that there were about 10 pairs of panty hose, a dozen pairs of knee highs and 8 pairs of garter stockings. One stocking was left over without a mate. I said, "excuse me again Tracy, but I found this one stocking without a mate." I held up the lone stocking.

"Just put it in the drawer Greg," Tracy said shaking her head slightly.

I carefully put Tracy's stockings back in the drawer and then I folded up three garter belts. One was pink and very fancy, one was white and one was black and I put them in one side of the drawer. I was going to start on Tracy's closet, when her mother yelled from downstairs that we would be eating in five minutes. Tracy yelled "OK" and got up and went into the bathroom. I heard her peeing and then I heard her say "damn, no toilet paper!"

"Greg," Tracy said.

"Yeah, do you want me to get toilet paper?" I said.

"Come in here," Tracy said.

I entered the bathroom and saw that Tracy was sitting on the toilet with her panties and shorts around her ankles.

"Get on your hands and knees," Tracy said.

"What?" I said.

"Greg," Tracy said in a voice that conveyed that she knew that I had heard what she had said.

I got down on my hands and knees in front of her. Tracy leaned back on the seat, spread her legs wide and used her hands to pull out the sides of her vagina exposing the pink moist surface within it. "There's usually a couple of drops of pee on there, which I don't want to get on my panties, so lick if off me Greg, I don't have any toilet paper."

Aghast, I looked up at Tracy's face and perhaps for the very first time her eyes were looking directly into my eyes. She had a look on her face that showed that she was serious. I looked down at her vagina and past it I could see her pee in the bowl. The warm presence of Tracy's beautiful female self was closer to me than it had been thus far. Her breasts pushed out the front of her tight tee shirt. I felt an impulse to say she had crossed a line, but I also could not help but gaze with wonder upon her beautiful vagina. Finally I put my hands on the sides of the toilet seat next to Tracy's thighs and I slowly leaned in moving my head toward her crotch and as she leaned back a bit more I was able to extend my tongue out and lick her vagina from the bottom to the top three times.

"OK, good enough," Tracy said.

I slid back away from her and she stood up and pulled her panties up her legs and then her shorts and zipped them up and buttoned them. I saw her look in the mirror, adjust her hair slightly and then she left the bathroom to go downstairs for dinner. I stood staring after her. Her vagina had tasted slightly bitter and I assumed that must have been her pee. Even though I had not realized it before, I could see that Tracy was right about the fact that, unlike boys, when girls peed there was always some pee left on them that they had to clean off.

I went downstairs and sat at the one empty seat left at the table. It was next to Tracy and I glanced at her to see if she was going to communicate with me in any way. She was in the process of serving herself some steak and shrimp and didn't seem to notice me. For my part I could not get the image, feel and taste of Tracy's vagina out of my mind.

***

That night I thought about Tracy's vagina and then her naked breasts and then occasionally Abby's naked breasts. Like a movie I played back in my mind the scenes of Tracy and Abby putting on bras. What could I say about Tracy's vagina? It was a thing of beauty and I hoped that I would have more chances to lick it in the future.

End of Part 1

Tracy - 2

by

Pamela

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The following Saturday morning was a beautiful day and Tracy's and my parents were off playing golf. I went over to Tracy's house in the morning to clean her bras and panties. As I walked up the stairs to her room I prayed that she'd want me to lick her vagina again. It would be nice to relive that brief moment I had had the week before. Unfortunately, I figured that Tracy probably would have forgotten that I had done that for her, or else she would no longer have a need for me to do it again.

When I entered Tracy's room she was sitting at her desk working on homework. Without greeting me or turning to look at me she said, "I need you to go to the market to buy me some nail polish remover. Any brand will do. When you come back you can do my underwear."

She held out a five dollar bill for me to take. "Sure, fine Tracy," I said trying not to sound too bummed out. I had hoped that by now Tracy would allow our relationship to grow a little bit to the point where she said hello to me. On the other hand, I had to admit that she was very beautiful to look at. To some degree it was a thrill to just be in her room, and even to see the back of her head while she worked. And of course I was the only one she trusted with her underwear. I went downstairs and headed to the store.

***

At the drug store next to the supermarket I bought a bottle of nail polish remover. While I was walking the five blocks back to Tracy's house, I ran into Abby who was walking the same direction. She was carrying the same garment bag that I had seen her take a couple of weeks earlier with the dress and crinoline that she had borrowed from Tracy. We said hello to each other and I said, "heading to Tracy's?"

"Yes," Abby said, "and you?"

"Yeah, she sent me to the store to get her some nail polish remover."

Abby didn't say anything and then I said, "you're returning Tracy's dress and crinoline?"

She nodded her head and I said, "how was the wedding?"

"I had a blast," Abby said.

"It seemed like such a nice dress," I said, "I mean you looked, ... I mean it fit you really well."

Abby smiled at me. Her eyes looked like she was amused.

"It's nice that Tracy and you have the same size, isn't it?" I said.

"It's helpful Greg, for sure," Abby said.

"I mean even her, you know, her, ..." I said not finishing the thought. I realized that it was probably a bit weird for me to talk about bras with Abby.

"Her bra?" Abby said.

"Yeah," I said, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have mentioned that."

"It's not such a big deal Greg," Abby said, "you can talk about bras if you want to. In fact, I think its great that you've gotten so involved with girl things, like bras and dresses, even washing Tracy's panties. And today its nail polish remover. All the things that makes girls girls if you know what I mean."

I blushed uncomfortably and said by way of justification, "they're all things that Tracy told me to do for her."

"Exactly Greg. Usually its guys telling girls what to do and the girls never get to tell the guy anything. In your case it's the girl who tells you what to do, and I think that's great."

It wasn't clear to me if Abby was praising the fact that I did Tracy's bidding, or suggesting that there was something wrong with me.

"To be honest I'm sometimes a bit surprised by the things that Tracy asks me to do, but I do like being helpful to her. I think she's really nice," I said.

"It sounds like you really look up to her," Abby said.

"I do," I said. It seemed to me there was no harm in ingratiating myself with Abby, so that she would put a kind word in for me with Tracy.

"I guess people are leaders or followers and Tracy is a natural born leader. So there is no shame in following her lead," Abby said. "I guess it takes more than being a boy to be a boy, if you know what I mean."

I think I did know what she meant, and I had no answer for the thought.

We reached Tracy's house and I knocked on the door. Tracy yelled for me to come up and Abby and I went up together to her room. I handed Tracy the package with the nail polish remover and some change. She said, "you can get busy with my laundry."

Once again I gathered up Tracy's panties and bras and took them downstairs to wash them. I washed the clothing and hung it out to dry on the clothes line. When I was done, Tracy and Abby were just coming down the stairs.

"I'm taking you for a walk to the park," Tracy said getting the leash from its hanger.

"I'm sorry Tracy," I said, "but my dad told me that one of the neighbors saw me on the leash last time we did that and he said I probably shouldn't do it again."

I had prepared this little speech ahead of time thinking that it could come in handy and I was glad that I had done so. I also was terribly worried that Tracy would take it the wrong way and get mad.

Without missing a beat, Tracy said, "you have to be on a leash in the park, that's a rule. But between here and the park you can be off leash, but only if you obey me when I tell you what to do."

"Sure Tracy," I said, "I guess I can do that if I can go to the park with you and Abby."

Tracy looked at me intently and I looked away.

"You guess you can do that?" Tracy said. "Look at me Greg." Her tone seemed a bit more firm than usual.

I forced myself to look at her and she continued, "if we wanted to put a label on our relationship, Greg, we'd have to say that you're my bitch."

"Your bitch?" I said.

"Honestly, Greg?" Tracy said.

"Yeah, I guess that's true," I said, not wanting to challenge Tracy.

"The thing is Greg, you're my bitch not only because I want you to be my bitch, but also because you want to be my bitch, isn't that true?" Tracy said.

I felt my breathe rushing out of my lower chest and I couldn't say anything. What could I possibly say? Deny what I supposed was obvious?

"Isn't that true?" Tracy repeated.

I said, "yes, Tracy."

"So now that we're clear about that, Greg, all you have to worry about is making sure that you do what I tell you to do and that you do it as soon as I tell you do it, got it?" Tracy said.

"Sure, Tracy," I said.

"Good. So right now I need you to obey my commands so you won't be running into traffic and getting hurt on the way to the park," Tracy continued. "So, do you guess you can do that, or are you sure you will be doing that?"

"I'm sure I'll be obeying your instructions," I said.

"Good, Greg," Tracy said and turning to Abby she said, "we'll take him outside and train him so we can take him on our walk," and she headed outside followed by Abby and then me.

***

Outside in the backyard near the laundry that was drying, Tracy said to me, "sit!"

At first I didn't understand what she meant, but I could tell by her gaze that she seemed to be expecting me to do something. Figuring that she wanted me to sit I sat down on the grass in front of her.

"When you sit you kneel down, Greg," Tracy said.

I got up onto my knees next to her and looked up at her. I was puzzled by what it was that she was attempting to do.

"Up!" Tracy said raising her hand in front of me.

I guessed she wanted me to get back on my feet so I did.

"Sit," Tracy said and I got back down on my knees. She picked up a ball that was lying in the grass and tossed it about 20 feet away. "Fetch!" she said. I looked at Tracy and I looked at the ball. She seemed to be telling me to fetch the ball. It dawned on me what she meant by me being her bitch and making sure I obeyed her commands. I was a bitch, literally, and she was training me. I got up and ran to the ball and picked it up and brought it back to her. She threw it away again, said "fetch" and I ran and got it again. "Sit!" she said. I went back onto my knees. Then Tracy said, "down!" She pointed toward the ground and I looked at her wondering exactly what she meant. "C'mon, bitch," Tracy said, "get down girl, get down, down!"

I figured she wanted me to lie down so I stretched myself out on the ground lying on my stomach and looking up at her.

I saw a slight smile cross Tracy's face and then she said, "roll over," and I rolled over in the grass. "Show your belly," she said and I rolled onto my back so my stomach was exposed. Surprising me, Tracy rubbed my stomach a little. Then Tracy walked twenty feet away from me and said, "come!"

I got up and ran to where she was. She then said "stay!" and she walked back to where she had been before. I stood looking at her without moving.

"Come," Tracy said and I ran back to stand next to her.

"Sit," she said and I went back down to a kneeling position.

"Paw," Tracy said.

I hesitated for a second and then held up my right hand as if it were a paw.

Tracy gave my hand a quick shake and turned to Abby and said, "What do you think Abby? I think my bitch is pretty well trained, don't you?"

"Yeah, but let me see if she obeys me too," Abby said.

Tracy handed the ball to Abby and she tossed it fifty feet away. "Fetch!" she said and I jumped up and chased the ball and brought it back to her panting and a bit out of breath.

"Sit," Abby said and I went down into a kneeling position again.

"Good Greg," Abby said, "I think he's an obedient bitch."

"You understand that Greg, don't you?" Tracy said. "Any girl who gives you an order, you obey, right?"

"Yes, Tracy," I said.

"OK Greg we'll take you to the park but you must obey our commands," Tracy said.

I looked up at Tracy and Abby from where I was kneeling. "Come," Tracy said and I got up and followed her as she and Abby proceeded to walk toward the park. At every intersection with stop signs, Tracy said, "stay" and I stood still next to them. When we came to a big intersection with a traffic light Tracy said "sit" and I fell onto my knees until the pedestrian walk sign became green and then Tracy said "come" and I got up and followed her across the street.

When we got to the park entrance, Tracy said, "sit" and I got down. She then tied the collar around my neck and said, "come" and she and Abby led me through the park toward her friends.

***

Several of Tracy's and Abby's girl friends from school were congregated in their favorite nook within the park. I recognized the girls from our previous visit. As we came up to the girls one of them said, "Tracy's brought her dog with her again," and the girls laughed.

"Jody, Laurie, Alicia and Julie," Tracy said, "let me introduce you to my bitch, Greg."

"Your bitch?" Jody exclaimed.

"Yes. Watch this," Tracy said.

Tracy looked at me and said, "sit," and I got down on my knees. "Paw," Tracy said and I held up my hand. The girls laughed at my response to Tracy's commands. "Greg, this is Jody," Tracy said. Jody, who had long red hair and some freckles shook my hand and laughed. "And this is Laurie," Tracy said. She also shook my hand. She was petite and blonde with sharp, pretty features. The next girl to shake my paw was Alicia, who was voluptuous with light auburn hair, and she was followed by blonde Julie, the only one of the girls wearing a skirt.

"So you've trained Greg?" Jody said.

"Yes," Tracy said. "First I made him understand that he's my bitch and then Abby and I spent a little time training him."

Tracy took my raised hand and said, "good bitch."

"Thank you, Tracy," I said.

Tracy scratched the top of my head as one would do to a good dog. It felt like it was a genuinely affectionate gesture and I assumed it was a reward for responding to her commands the way she wanted me to. Tracy pulled her hand away and the memory of her touch lingered on my head and in my mind.

"Does he do any tricks?" Laurie said.

"Yes, Tracy taught him several tricks," Abby said.

Tracy undid my collar and said "down!" and I lay down at her feet.

"Oh, so cool," Laurie said.

"Rollover," Tracy said and I rolled over on the ground causing the girls to laugh.

"Throw the ball and he'll chase it," Abby said taking the ball that I had fetched before out of her pocket and handing it to Alicia.

She threw the ball a short distance away and said "fetch!" and I got up and retrieved the ball and brought it back to her.

The girls then joined in the game after Abby coached them on the commands that I knew. They especially liked having me chase the ball and they seemed to get a kick out of having me go "down" and "roll over."

Eventually they grew tired of the novelty and Tracy commanded me to sit and then she tied the collar back on my neck. She had me walk to a bench where she tied the leash like she had done the previous time we had been there. As I sat on the bench I wondered when Tracy might stroke me on the head again or on my belly.

It occurred to me that if I was Tracy's bitch it meant that she was making a commitment to continue to see me, at least until such time as she maybe no longer "owned" me. It meant that for the first time maybe I did really have an actual relationship with her. I was pretty sure that I was the only contender to be her bitch. No other guy would be trying to take that away from me.

I was on the bench for quite awhile. I spent a lot of the time looking at the different girls. These were definitely the coolest girls in the tenth grade that was for sure. This was the elite clique that probably all the other girls wished they were part of. One of these girls would be prom queen probably and date the quarterback on the football team.

Among all the girls Tracy stood out. She had charisma. An indefinable grace and sexiness in the way she moved that stood out from the other girls, despite the fact that they were also beautiful and had nice figures. They were an amazing group of girls though. It would be a privilege to date any one of them, though of course, Tracy would always be the one I most desired. The more I stared at her, the more my heart palpitated at the memory of having seen her breasts and having seen her put on her bra. And then I thought about her vagina again. I played back in slow motion every part of last weekend when I had moved in slowly to lick her. The next time I did that, if I ever did, I'd make sure to pay attention to every detail so I'd never forget.

I got shaken out of my reverie by the girls walking over toward me and making some jokes about Tracy's bitch. At least that was what I think they were talking about. Tracy untied the leash from the bench and then I followed Abby and her as they walked home. At the exit of the park Tracy took off my leash and I was relieved that none of the neighbors would be reporting to my mom or dad that I had been held by a leash.

***

When we got back to Tracy's room, Abby stepped out into the hallway to take a call on her phone and Tracy went into the bathroom calling for me to "come," and I eagerly got up and joined her in the bathroom. I had been so hoping that she'd give me another chance to lick on her vagina. Tracy said sit and I got down in front of her as she lowered her shorts and panties and sat on the toilet and peed. While she peed, Tracy curled her fingers through the hair on the top of my head like she had done in the park.

I smiled at her grateful for the attention. I waited as Tracy peed. It must have been almost a minute until finally her stream slowed down. "Abby," Tracy called out, "come here you'll want to watch this."

"In a sec," Abby called out and then in a few moments Abby entered the bathroom and Tracy said, "OK Greg, you can lick me now."

I leaned forward and licked Tracy's vagina. "You see Greg licks me off when I'm done peeing," Tracy said.

"Cool," Abby said.

With my face still near her vagina Tracy put her hand on the back of my head and gently pushed my face in so that my lips and nose were touching her vagina. "You're my bitch, aren't you?" Tracy said looking down at me.

I felt the pressure of her hand pushing my face into her vagina and I sensed that Tracy was purposefully letting me know that I'd not be able to go anywhere until she released me. I nodded my head and said a muffled "yes."

After a few moments, Tracy let go of my head and stood up. She said to Abby, "go ahead and try him out."

"Sure," Abby said. "I've got to go bad."

Abby pulled down her pants and panties and she sat on the toilet. A second later I could hear her peeing. While she peed she looked at me and I looked at her. Tracy stood in the doorway observing. I felt a bit overwhelmed by the chance to lick a second vagina. I was still processing my second visit to Tracy's vagina and now a whole new experience lay in front of me. I could see that Abby's thighs and belly were as nicely shaped as Tracy's were, but they were different.

I heard Abby's pee slowing down to a trickle and then stopped. Tracy said, "lick Abby."

I waited until Abby had spread her legs apart and had moved her hips forward at a tilt and then I got down and licked her vagina. I must have licked her six times until Abby said, "that's probably clean enough!"

Abby said to Tracy, "that's really neat."

Tracy said, "any time you have to go and Greg is here, feel free to use him."

"I will, for sure," Tracy said.

The truth was that I liked Abby's vagina almost as much as Tracy's and I had to admit that I'd love the chance to lick it again.

I realized that I had to pee and I wasn't sure if Tracy would allow me to, so I said, "can I pee too?"

"Yes, but sit down," Tracy said.

"OK, sure," I said, "thanks."

The two girls left me alone in the bathroom and I peed sitting down. Then I flushed the toilet and joined them in Tracy's bedroom. I sensed that it was time for me to go, and a moment later Tracy said, "run along home, Greg."

"Bye Tracy," I said as I started to leave, then I stopped and turned back toward her. "One thing Tracy, I just wanted to know. Will I be your bitch next week?" I said.

"Of course, Greg. You're always going to be my bitch," she said.

As I left I said, "bye Abby," and she said, "bye Greg."

***

Back in my house I lay down on my bed. I found myself quaking a bit from all that had happened this day. I could now call myself Tracy's bitch, which on the surface could be construed as being something I should be ashamed of, but in reality it meant that I had cemented my relationship with Tracy. I was her bitch, nobody else was. I had a definite relationship with her now as against the uncertainty I had been living with up to this point. Maybe one day I could be more than her bitch. Get promoted, I laughed at the thought. Anyway, there seemed to be a lot of benefits in being Tracy's bitch. I got my head scratched and even my belly a little and she held my hand. But even better, I seemed to have become essential for licking her vagina as well as Abby's. And of course I was often present while the girls undressed or dressed.

I closed my eyes and decided that I ought to allow myself the pleasure of recalling all the special moments I had had with Tracy and Abby this day. First and foremost I thought again about licking their vaginas and I found myself reveling in the memory of how it felt to slide my tongue across the beautiful pink, soft surfaces. All the interesting flavors of their girl juices and perhaps their pee were a delightful side benefit. And the way Tracy had held my face in front of her vagina made my heart beat faster. Yes, this had been quite a lovely day when looked at from that perspective.

***

On the whole my parents were thrilled by the fact that I seemed to be seeing a lot of Tracy while they were playing golf with her parents. My dad pumped me for information about what we did together and whether or not I saw a friendship blossoming. I told him that we walked to the park together with her friend Abby and that I had met a lot of her girl friends. That seemed to satisfy his curiosity.

At the dinner table one night my mom related to my dad that Tracy's mom had jokingly told her about Tracy's amazing transformation from a messy teenager to a neatnik. "Her clothing is so nicely put away now and the most amazing this is how she insists on hand washing her delicates. She's never seen Tracy's underwear so clean. Now Tracy's mom is going to pay her ten dollars a week to wash her underwear also."

I felt myself blushing. It was weird to hear my parents talk about Tracy's and her mom's underwear. At the same time it made me wonder what they would do if they found out that I was the one who washed Tracy's panties and bras each week and I was the one who straightened up her clothing. My father turned to look at me. "Maybe Greg has been a good influence on her. He's always been fastidious with his clothes, hasn't he?"

"That's true," my mom said.

"I don't think so dad," I said. "When would Tracy and I ever talk about that?"

"We're just joking Greg," my dad said.

"From everything we hear, Tracy is one of the most popular girls in school. It must make you very popular too," my mom said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're her friend," my mom said.

"I'm not sure it works like that mom," I said, "though its true that I've met a lot of her girl friends and they're very nice."

"Next thing you know Greg, they'll invite you to some parties and then you'll be part of the in crowd," my dad said.

If I was at a party there probably would be guys there and then what would happen? Being Tracy's bitch would not exactly make the guys like me. If they knew that I was her bitch they would make fun of me and even hurt me, though I suppose Tracy wouldn't let that happen. She'd probably tell the tough kids to leave me alone and they'd definitely not want her to get mad at them. The truth was that I liked having Tracy all to myself and it was depressing to think that she might interact with real boys at a party.

***

When it was Saturday morning I once again went over to Tracy's house. To my surprise, when I climbed up the stairs and entered Tracy's bedroom I saw that she and Abby were lying in bed wearing their nightgowns. Tracy had on a light blue sleeveless nightgown and Abby's was white with some kind of ruffly gathering around her breasts. I had the impression that Abby had slept over. I greeted Tracy saying "hi" and then followed that by saying "hi Abby."

"Since you're here, Greg, I need you in the bathroom," Tracy said.

Tracy got out of bed and went to the bathroom and I followed her. She lifted up her nightgown exposing her naked vagina and sat on the toilet and began peeing. Without her saying anything I got down on my knees in front of her and waited until it was time for me to lick her. I became transfixed watching the pee leave her vagina. It was a nice long moment that I had to stare at her vagina and try to grasp the reality of her peeing. It was nice to observe the many beautiful ways that Tracy comported herself. I watched as she tucked her arms underneath her breasts as she peed. It was an endearing motion. I don't know what came over me, but when I licked her this time I felt a great affection for Tracy and her vagina. Perhaps absentmindedly, Tracy let me lick her a half-dozen times, before she stirred and stood up. "After Abby pees, you can do the laundry," Tracy said.

I waited in the bathroom while Tracy sent Abby in to pee and perhaps because of the familiarity of the process, I found myself feeling comfortable listening to the sound of Abby's pee and waiting for my chance to lick her. While I licked her vagina I felt her put her hand on my head the way that Tracy had done the week before and it was a nice feeling. Perhaps it was the result of these small signs of affection, but I felt very much at peace being Tracy's bitch if this is what it meant.

When Abby was done I gathered up Tracy's clothes from her hamper and when I reentered her bedroom she said "I almost forget, you've made my panties so clean that my mom wants to pay me ten dollars to hand wash her panties and bras. So you should do her lingerie also and I'll give you the money. You can find her underwear in the hamper in her bathroom."

"OK, Tracy," I said. Of course this was not a surprise and I felt happy that Tracy was honest about the money. I liked Tracy's mom and I was more than happy to do her lingerie also if it made her happy.

I had never seen Tracy's mom's bedroom before but it was not hard to find the master bedroom and its bathroom and the hamper in it. Her mom's underwear was somewhat different than Tracy's. Her mom's panties seemed to be more of the full coverage type and her bras I saw were 36D so she was somewhat bigger than Tracy. There was also a couple of fancy lace underthings that I guessed were girdles. Not knowing if I should wash them or not I took them to show Tracy. She said, "they're panty girdles Greg, so you wash them. You also might find in her laundry other kinds of girdles and maybe an all in one. They get washed also."

I went back to retrieve the rest of Tracy's mom's laundry and then went downstairs to wash them. I did Tracy's laundry first, then her mom's and kept them in separate baskets. It took me over an hour to wash and rinse the clothing and then hang it on the line to dry. After finishing with the laundry I went back up to Tracy's room where I saw that Tracy and Abby were still in their nightgowns.

When she saw me Tracy said, "Greg, get me a bra and panty." She then stood up and pulled her nightie up over her head exposing her beautiful breasts and shaved vaginal slit positioned within a slight mound between her legs. She handed the nightie to me and said, "fold the nightie up and put it away in the dresser." I put away the nightie and then went to her dresser and fetched out a matching blue bra and blue panty and held them up for her to see.

"Are these OK?" I asked Tracy.

"They'll do," Tracy said. I handed her the panty and she stepped into it and pulled it up to her waist. Then I gave her the bra and she put it on. "Fetch me my blouse," Tracy said pointing to where it lay on her desk, "and my shorts."

I retrieved them both and handed them to Tracy one at a time. She had been sexy when she was naked and now she was as sexy even though she was dressed. Her top was tight and form fitting and her breasts seemed to rise like two beautiful symmetric peaks from her chest. I couldn't help but notice the satisfying way her butt filled out her shorts and the pretty shape of her legs. It didn't seem to matter what Tracy did, she always looked beautiful to me.

After Tracy was dressed, Abby got out of bed and took off her nightie and I gazed upon her naked body. It was beautiful despite being different than Tracy's. I couldn't help but realize that there were many subtle and exciting ways that a girl's body could curve sexily around her breasts, her vagina, her legs, her back, everywhere. As with Tracy, Abby stepped into her panties and put on her bra and then put on her shorts and top.

The two girls looked at me and I felt uncomfortable thinking that at any second Tracy would send me home. I could see that Tracy was about to say something, and I blurted out, "oh, I hope you don't send me home!"

Ignoring my plea, Tracy said, "come," and I stood in front of her. "Down," she said and I got on the floor at her feet. Tracy looked down at me and said, "would you like to wear a bra and panties like Abby and I do?"

It was just about the last thing I would have imagined Tracy saying to me and my mind went into overdrive trying to figure out what I should say and what motivated her to say this. After a long pause, the best I could think of saying was, "I don't know." I looked imploringly at Tracy hoping that she would answer the question for me, or explain herself.

Finally Tracy said, "since you're my bitch I imagine that you'd like to wear a bra and panties so you could be more like me. Isn't that true?"

While I knew I was Tracy's bitch, I hadn't connected that with being like her. However, Tracy seemed to be saying that bitches wanted to be like their owners. So I guessed that Tracy expected that I ought to want to be wearing girl's underwear. Afraid to contradict her I heard myself saying, "yeah, I guess so."

"So you guess so, or do you know so?" Tracy said.

Not wanting to get her angry, I said, "yes, it's true."

"OK, Greg, so Abby and I will measure you for a bra and then we'll send you off to buy yourself a bra and panty."

"OK," I said having a hard time comprehending my situation.

"So take off you shirt, Greg," Tracy said.

Tracy went to a desk drawer and took out a tape measure and came back to me and waited while I took off my shirt. Tracy then measured around my chest with the tape measure. "36" she said to Abby.

"That looks right," Abby said, "and what about his panty size?"

"Definitely a medium," Tracy said.

"Right, most likely," Abby said.

Tracy turned to me and said, "do you know where the lingerie shop is downtown?"

"I think so. It's near the bike shop?" I said.

"Yes, that's the one," Tracy said. "Go now to the lingerie shop and buy yourself a size medium panty and 36 AA training bra. They should be pink and matching if possible."

"Go by myself?" I said with evident panic in my voice. "Tracy!"

Tracy said, "repeat back to what it is you're to buy."

"But Tracy," I said, "how can I ..."

She cut me off saying, "tell me what it is you're going to buy.

"A pink panty size medium and a pink training bra, size 36AA," I said, "but Tracy, I'm really afraid, I mean I don't see how..."

Tracy said, "yes a pink training bra and a pink panty. You take the prettiest bra and prettiest panty they have, hopefully that means with some lace."

"How can I go in the store and ask for that?" I blurted out. I was traumatized and rapidly approaching a point of panic. I sensed that I was perhaps going to cry. "I can't do that. It's way too scary for me!" My voice was filled with dread.

Tracy said, "are you going to cry?"

A few tears started to roll down my cheeks and I said, "No!" but it was clear that I had started to cry.

"He's crying, Tracy" Abby said. "You made him cry."

Tracy stared at me and I did the best I could to hide my tears but Abby was right, my cheeks were wet and glistening.

Through my tears I said, "can you go with me?"

Tracy and Abby looked at each other for a few moments and then they looked back at me.

"It's OK with me if we go with him," Abby said, "I like that shop."

"OK, Greg," Tracy said, "Abby and I will go with you. But first you need a tissue to blow your nose."

"Thank you, thank you," I said feeling enormous relief. I wouldn't have to say anything at the lingerie shop, Tracy and Abby would do all the talking.

I took a Kleenex and dried my eyes and in a few minutes we set off for the lingerie shop.

***

As we walked the half mile to downtown, I felt embarrassed about the fact I had cried. After I had stopped blowing my nose I said to Tracy, "I guess I didn't know that being your bitch meant that I should wear girls underwear."

Tracy glanced at me and then looked away.

"I mean I'm a guy, aren't I?" I said.

"Yeah, you're a guy who a girl has made her bitch. It hardly seems inappropriate to dress you as a girl. Isn't that true?"

"With a bra and panty?" I said.

"That's what girls wear. I'll start you with a bra and panty. Then I'll put you in a nice dress, so you look like my girl bitch."

"A dress, too?" I said.

"It'll be a very pretty dress," Abby said.

"I had no idea," I said.

"And now you do," Tracy said.

We walked along in silence. Being Tracy's bitch had seemed like it was a predictable relationship between us, but obviously I had been wrong. Now I didn't know where Tracy was going to take me. Of course, nothing that had happened thus far in our relationship had I expected to happen. But wearing a bra and panty seemed like an escalation and I didn't know what consequences there might be for myself.

I asked Tracy, "will I have to wear a dress to school?"

Tracy and Abby laughed. "Only if you want to Greg."

"What about the bra and panty, would I have to wear them to school?"

"I think that's a great idea," Tracy said and Abby laughed.

"No, Greg," Abby said, "you don't have to wear a bra and panty to school."

"At least any time soon," Tracy said and the girls laughed again.

We walked on in silence until we were in front of the shop. I became extremely nervous and I said, "you'll do the talking won't you?"

"Yes, Greg," Abby said.

"Thanks!" I said.

We entered the shop, which was small. A middle aged woman was tending to an elderly lady and she told us she'll be right with us. As we waited, I followed behind Tracy and Abby as they looked through the collection of bras and other ladies garments. Every direction I looked I saw lingerie. There was no way to avoid it unless I closed my eyes. Overwhelmed by this outpouring of femininity I felt relieved to be escorted by Tracy and Abby who offered me shelter from having to explain why I was there. My instincts had been right: there had been no way that I could have gone here by myself to buy a bra.

The elderly customer bought something that looked like a girdle and the proprietress turned her attention to us. "You look familiar," the woman said to Abby.

"I'm Abby, Ms. Webster. I bought my first bra here a couple of years ago," Abby said.

"Well, time has been kind to you," Ms. Webster joked. "Do you need a fitting?"

"Actually we're here for our friend Greg," Abby said. "He wants to get his first bra and a panty."

Crimson wouldn't begin to describe my color. I had thought that Tracy and Abby would just buy a bra and panty under some pretext and we would go. Now I felt like a 1000 watt spotlight was on me.

Ms. Webster turned to look at me, "so young man, what kind of bra would you like?"

I couldn't breathe and after a long pause, Tracy said, "he would like a trainer bra. I think 36AA would be good and a panty. They should both be pink and the prettiest you have."

"Young man, if you could take off your shirt I'll double check the measurements. You do look like a 36 and certainly an AA cup will be fine. Of course, if you bought some breast forms you could be like your friends. At least a 36C if not 36D with your frame."

"For right now Greg wants a trainer bra. He's just starting out and we'll see how it goes," Abby said.

Abby started to help me lift up my shirt and I then took it off. It was weird to stand in the middle of the shop with my bare torso. Ms. Webster put a tape measure around me and called out, "yes, 36." She went to the back room and came back a minute latter holding three pink bras. "These are all 36AA and pink. Which do you like best Greg?"

I looked at the three bras. One was light pink with small red roses running through it. Another was a bolder pink with lace and a third one was sort of a wine color with lace. "I don't know," I said looking at Tracy.

"Do you prefer lace or the small roses?" Ms. Webster asked me.

"What do you think Tracy? Abby?" I said. Under the stare of Ms. Webster I just wanted to run away. Finally Tracy said, "do they all have matching panties?"

"Just the lace ones," Ms. Webster said.

"So that settles it. Greg will prefer the pink lace bra with the matching panty. Is that right, Greg?" Tracy said.

I nodded my head.

"Good," Ms. Webster said, and then to me she said "do you know how to put on a bra?"

I shook my head.

"Shall I help him, or would you be more comfortable if one of your friends helped you," Ms. Webster said.

"I'll help him" Abby said.

"Good and I'll get the panty," Ms. Webster said. Once again she disappeared into a back room.

"Here Greg," Abby said, "holding up the bra. Just put your hands through the straps and I'll clip it in back."

I somewhat cheerlessly did as Abby said and I felt her hand on my back and then I was wearing the bra. "You look so adorable, Greg. Isn't it nice to be wearing your first bra?"

"I guess so," I said unconvincingly.

Ms. Webster came back to the room, and said, "it's darling Greg. You look feminine. It's nice that you have a small chest and somewhat narrow shoulders. And no real muscle definition to speak of."

Ms. Webster led me to a mirror and said, "how's that?"

I looked at myself wearing the bra and couldn't identify my emotions. The bra itself was undoubtedly pretty. The way it looked against my chest reminded me of the teenage girls modeling bras and panties I had seen in clothing catalogs. I sensed Tracy and Abby waiting for my reaction so I said, "I guess it looks good and feels good."

"Excellent. Now for the panty. May I suggest that you wear a gaff," Ms. Webster said.

"A gaff?" I said.

Ms. Webster handed me something that looked like a white panty. "It's a gaff," Ms. Webster said. "You wear that to force your penis between your legs, so then the front of your panty will look the same way it does for girls."

I winced at the word "penis" and wished the ground would open up and swallow me. I looked at Tracy to see if this was something I was supposed to do and she said, "oh definitely a gaff. Greg doesn't want an unsightly bump there, do you Greg?"

"No," I said.

"Good," Ms. Webster said. She pointed to a curtain, and said, "you can change in there."

I went into the small changing room and took off my pants and underpants. At that moment Tracy and Abby entered the room and I attempted to hide my penis, but Tracy said, "don't Greg."

I moved my hand away and I saw the two girls looking at my penis and then Abby said, "so that's what they look like?"

"One wonders what all the fuss is about," Tracy said. "In Greg's case it doesn't seem like much, but it'll still be good to hide it away."

"Should I put on the gaff?" I asked Tracy.

"Yes, Greg," Tracy said, "we don't want to be reminded that you have one of those."

I stepped into the gaff and pulled it up to my waist. It wasn't immediately obvious how the gaff worked but after trying different things I figured out how to get my penis held between my legs and out of the way. Then I put on the panty. "Come show Ms. Webster," Tracy said and we left the changing room. I stood in front of a large mirror and gazed at myself and the reflection of Tracy, Abby and Ms. Webster. It was true what Ms. Webster had said, there was no bump and the fancy pink panties looked no different on me than they would on a girl.

"You look adorable, Greg" Ms. Webster said. "You have a natural femininity that shows through."

"She's right, Greg," Abby said. "No rough edges on you."

At that moment the shop door opened and two ladies walked in. I was not looking in their direction, but it crossed my mind to get back to the changing room as fast as possible. Before I could do so, one of the women said, "Greg? Is that you Greg?"

I looked at the woman and saw that it was Ms. Ritzell, my homeroom teacher throughout junior high school. I started to inch toward the changing room but she came up to me and I stopped in front of her, and said "Hi, Ms. Ritzell." I tried in vain to use my hands to hide the bra.

Ms. Ritzell looked at me with a small smile and said, "Greg, I had no idea."

I don't know why it came to my mind, but I said, "this is just my first bra and panty, Ms. Ritzell."

"You're first bra?" Ms. Ritzell said, "and such a pretty one, with matching panties."

The woman with Ms. Ritzell said, "first bra. That's always such a special time for a girl ... and for a boy too, I imagine. Congratulations."

"Thank you," I said despite my embarrassment.

I looked at Tracy and Abby and saw that they found the whole scene to be terribly amusing.

Ms. Ritzell said, "and you're starting with a training bra. How sweet."

"I know," said Ms. Webster, "I told Greg that he could certainly wear a 36C with nice breast forms, if he wanted that look."

"Maybe eventually," Tracy said. "For now Greg just needs to start with a trainer and get in the habit of wearing bras."

"Yes, it does take a week or two to get used to wearing a bra," Ms. Ritzell said.

There was a pause in the conversation as Ms. Ritzell continued to look at me. "So tell me Greg, have you always been transgendered?"

Before I could think through what I should say, I said, "no, Ms. Ritzell, I haven't been and I'm not really."

Ms. Ritzell as well as her friend seemed puzzled and Ms. Ritzell said, "then may I ask why the bra and panties Greg?"

I realized that I shouldn't have said what I had said. I didn't know what to say and I said finally, "its just something that I'm doing for Tracy. She wants me to wear a bra and panty."

I looked at Tracy out of the corner of my eye to see what her reaction would be. She seemed to enjoy my answer and said, "he's right. I thought it would be nice to have him learn about wearing bras and panties. Eventually I intend to put him in a pretty dress."

Ms. Ritzell looked surprised and then laughed and said, "oh my goodness, now I see. I guess some boys are like that. How interesting. Well at the least I think Greg won't look half bad in a dress. He's got a good physique for dresses."

"That's true," Tracy said.

After a few more minutes of chit chat among the ladies and girls, as if I wasn't present, I was relieved to hear Tracy say, "this has been fun but Abby and I have to get Greg back. We're hoping to show him off to some of our friends."

Ms. Webster said, "I'm glad you dropped by. When you decide to enhance Greg's bust, I would be happy to fit him with a new bra."

"Did you hear that Greg?" Tracy said. "The next time I send you to buy a bra you don't have to be so afraid, Ms. Webster will take care of you. OK?"

"Yes, Tracy," I said.

"Were you afraid to buy a bra on your own?" Ms. Webster said. "Poor Greg, the girls world can be very intimidating."

"He started to cry," Abby said, "so Tracy and I accompanied him here."

"That was kind of you," Ms. Ritzell said.

"My youngest daughter cried the whole time I was having her fit for her first bra," Ms. Ritzell's friend said, "and then it was a struggle to get her to wear it every day to school."

"I'm sure that Greg is pleased to have his first bra and he's going to love wearing it. Aren't you Greg?" Tracy said.

"Yes, Tracy," I said. Tracy raised one eyebrow as if she was expecting me to say more so I continued, "it's a nice bra. And the panty too."

"Greg has the potential to be very pretty," Ms. Ritzell said.

"That's one of my goals," Tracy said. To Ms. Webster she said, "how much does Greg owe you?"

I had some money in my wallet and paid for the bra and panty. Then Ms. Ritzell and her friend started to tell Ms. Webster that they were looking for new girdles, and I said to Tracy, "should I change back?"

"No, Greg," Tracy said. "You need practice wearing your bra." So I put my shirt and shorts back on and we walked home. Even though my shirt hid my bra, I felt naked and exposed. Luckily, the trip back to Tracy's place was uneventful and we didn't run into anyone that I knew.

***

When we were safely back in Tracy's room she said, "some of the girls are coming over and I want you to be available in case we need you. But first Abby and I want to get a good look at you, so take off your shirt and pants."

I did as Tracy said and when I was wearing only my underwear, she said to Abby, "it's better than I thought. It's great that there's no awful bump in the front. We'll be able to make him very pretty."

"That's for sure," Abby said.

"Anyway," Tracy said turning to me, "now you can take care of Abby and me in the bathroom."

Tracy peed and then Abby and for both of them I eagerly licked their vaginas. Despite feeling almost naked crouching on the tile floor in my bra and panty, the reward of getting to gaze at their vaginas and to put my lips on them seemed like a perfect reward for all my hardship. When we were done in the bathroom, Tracy had me "sit" and then "get down" onto the floor at her feet while she and Abby chatted while awaiting their friends.

As I lay on the carpeted floor I wondered why Tracy hadn't told me to get dressed again. When the girls came they'd see me in my underwear. I wanted to interrupt Tracy's conversation to see if I could put on my pants and shirt but there didn't seem to be any good opportunity. Finally I got up to a sitting position and said, "Tracy?"

Tracy glanced at me and said, "down," which I swiftly did. "Tracy?" I said now from my lying down position.

Tracy got up, walked into the bathroom and said, "come."

I was surprised that she had to pee again so soon, but I quickly got up and went into the bathroom after her. When I entered I saw Tracy standing next to the bathroom mat. She pointed to the mat and said "sit," and I knelt down on the mat. Then she said, "get down" and I laid down on the soft mat. Tracy said, "stay" and she left the bathroom closing the door behind her.

Lying on the floor in the darkened room I could faintly hear Tracy say something to Abby and then the muffled sounds of their renewed conversation. By putting me in the bathroom, it was clear that Tracy was making a pointed statement about me interrupting her conversation with Abby. I didn't have permission to do so, and if I did, she'd take away my chance to sit at her feet. While I was happy that Tracy didn't send me home because of my behavior, I was still just dressed in my underwear and her friends would be arriving soon. It was clear that Tracy intended to show her girl friends what I looked like wearing a bra and panties. I wondered if she was proud of the way I looked or just wanted to prove to her friends that she could make a boy wear a bra and panties. I supposed that I could just take off the bra if I wanted to, but the thought of doing that unnerved me. It would cause some reaction from Tracy that I knew I couldn't deal with.

The truth was that I missed being at Tracy's feet. In the future, I'd definitely not interrupt her conversations. I wondered why I had not been careful earlier. Perhaps the problem was that up until now I had sort of been seeing myself as being Tracy's pretend bitch. But the reality was that I was her bitch, not a pretend one, a real one. This wasn't a game we were playing.

A short while later, the bathroom door opened and Tracy entered. She said to me, "have you learned your lesson Greg?"

I said, "yes, Tracy. I'm sorry I interrupted you and I'm sorry that I got up when I shouldn't have."

"Now that you've seen the consequence, I'm sure you'll never disobey me again," Tracy said.

"I won't Tracy," I said.

"The girls will be here soon and you can come out and wait for them with Abby and me," Tracy said.

I followed Tracy back into her bedroom, where she had me get down on the floor again at her feet. In a short while I could hear the sounds of Tracy's friends coming up the stairs. Jody, Laurie, Alicia and Julie, the four girls Tracy had introduced me to the week before, entered the bedroom. As soon as they saw me lying on the floor I heard them exclaim excitedly, "Greg's wearing a bra and panty?" "What's going on Tracy?" "Oh, my God, Tracy, what's up with Greg?" I covered my face with my hands as if that hid me from them.

"Abby and I took him downtown and had him fitted for a bra and panty. He's being shy," Tracy said. "Greg, take your hands away from your face."

I lowered my hands and gazed up at the girls.

"Get up, Greg," Tracy said and I stood up.

"Why is he wearing a trainer bra and panty?" Alicia said.

"So Greg can get used to feeling pretty," Tracy said. "First a bra, which he'll wear until he doesn't give it a second thought, just like we all do. Then I'll put him in pretty dresses, and then probably stockings and a garter belt or maybe a girdle. He'll be a very pretty little bitch by the time I'm done with him. Won't you Greg?"

"Yes, Tracy," I said. "I'll have to wear a girdle?"

"Probably you will," Tracy said.

"Like your mom wears?" I said.

"Exactly," Tracy said.

This conversation caused the girls to titter with laughter and Jody said, "I've never seen a boy in a bra before."

"Yeah, it's kind of weird, but he does have a girl's chest, I mean like a girl who is just about ready for her first bra," Julie said.

"What's really interesting," Alicia said, "is that it looks like Greg doesn't even have a dick."

"You're right," Jody said. "What happened to his dick, Tracy?"

The girls laughed at the odd ball pun and Abby said, "Ms. Webster at the bra shop gave Greg a gaff to wear. It forces his dick back between his legs so he looks like a girl in the front."

"Incredible," Julie said. "Does that mean he doesn't have a big one?"

The girls laughed at the remark and Abby said, "Tracy and I saw his dick and to be fair to Greg, while it was small, that was probably because he was so scared. Am I right Greg?"

I nodded my head. The conversation was so mortifying I wanted it to end. I turned to Tracy with my eyes pleading for her to intervene. She said, "you're all missing the point. It doesn't matter if Greg does or doesn't have a dick. For all practical purposes he doesn't have one. He's my bitch, after all. No guy with a real dick would let me make him my bitch. Is that right Greg?"

"Yes, Tracy," I said somewhat hoarsely as if I was trying to control my emotions.

Evidently my wavering voice gave away my feelings since Abby said, "I think that's enough since we don't want Greg crying again."

"Crying again?" Jody said.

"Earlier he was afraid to go bra shopping so he began to cry and then Tracy and I decided we had better go with him," Abby said.

"Like any mom would take their daughter," Laurie said.

I sniffled and looked around for a Kleenex. Tracy took one out of a box and handed it to me and I blew my nose. "Enough of this Greg," Tracy said. "There's a pitcher of iced tea in the refrigerator downstairs and some cut lemons. Go downstairs and pour six glasses of iced tea each with a lemon and bring them back up here," Tracy said.

Tracy's request had the effect of distracting me from crying so I felt better immediately and anxious to do as she asked. "Sure, Tracy," I said, "but should I get dressed first?"

"Yes, I'll find you something," Tracy said. She disappeared into her closet and came out holding the pink crinoline that I had seen when Abby was looking for one to wear with Tracy's dress. "Put this on Greg."

The girls laughed and once again I was caught by surprise. I took the crinoline from Tracy and felt embarrassed holding it in front of the girls. It was very pink and it must have had eight layers of filmy tulle. I said, "I don't know how to put it on."

The girls laughed again and Abby said, "Greg, just step into it and pull it up to your waist. The same way you saw me do it."

"Oh sure," I said and slowly stepped into the crinoline, one leg at a time. I pulled it up to my waist and stood in front of the six girls with my little pink trainer bra and the pink crinoline that flowed stiffly outwards in a circle around my waist. Overcome by emotion I felt tears rushing from my eyes and I ran to the bathroom and held on to the sink while sobbing uncontrollably. Despite my hysteria, in the back of my mind I hoped that Tracy would not be mad at me.

A minute later I felt a hand on my shoulder and it was Abby. I looked up and saw myself in the sink mirror, all pink and feminine with my crinoline bunched up around me and Abby smiling and gently rubbing my back. "I'm sorry Abby," I said. "Is Tracy mad at me?"

"It's all right Greg," Abby said. "You're just surprised at how pretty Tracy has made you. It's a big transformation for one day. I'm sure you'll grow to love being so pretty."

I didn't know if that was the truth or not, but Abby's gentleness had the effect of calming my emotions until I felt better. I blew my nose a few times and sprinkled some water on my eyes to wash away the tears. When I was ready to leave the bathroom, Tracy came in smiling and said, "you look very pretty Greg."

"Thank you," I said.

"Sit," Tracy said and I got down on my knees in front of her.

She affectionately scratched the top of my head with her fingers and said, "you're becoming a very pretty bitch, Greg. I'm pleased."

I looked up at Tracy and smiled.

"Do you think you're ready to fetch the iced tea now?" Tracy said.

I nodded my head.

"Good, Greg," Tracy said.

I left the bathroom to go downstairs. As soon as I appeared Julie said, "Oh my God, you're so cute, Greg. You look adorable."

"Like a Disney princess," Alicia said.

"You're very pretty Greg. Isn't it exciting to be wearing a puffy crinoline like that?" Jody said.

"Yes," I said.

"You're like a very pretty girl, Greg," Alicia said. "I can see that you love being pretty and feminine. It makes you very special."

"Thank you," I said even though I wasn't so sure that I liked being a girl. Blushing now, I went downstairs to get the iced tea.

***

After I had come back with the tea and served it to the girls without mishap, I relaxed and felt better. Tracy had me lie at her feet while the girls talked and I felt happy that she still hadn't sent me home.

The conversation among the girls was about many different subjects with sometimes the girls engaged in one conversation amongst them all, but usually breaking up into two or three separate conversations. It was hard to follow much of what was being said, but one theme that kept emerging was about the different boys in their classes. Who had a crush on who. What parties they might go to with the boys being there. To my dismay I had the impression that Tracy was the most popular girl in the tenth grade. It seemed like every cool boy wanted to ask her out, but as far as I could tell Tracy wasn't leaning toward any one of them.

At one point Alicia half whispered to Tracy, "I have to change my tampon. Where should I go?"

"The bathroom is right there," Tracy said pointing to the door. "Let Greg help you. He can pull out the old one and get you a new one. He's also good at cleaning you up after you pee."

"Cleaning me?" Alicia said.

"He'll lick you," Tracy said.

"Lick me? Your kidding," Alicia said.

"No, Alicia," Abby said. "Tracy's trained Greg to lick our vaginas after we pee. He's very good at it."

"Cool," Alicia said, "I'd love to try him out."

"Greg, go with Alicia" Tracy said.

I got up and walked toward the bathroom. My crinoline bounced a bit as I walked and I felt for sure that this was how girls must feel when they walk around barefoot and mostly naked. It was clear that Tracy's goal of feminizing me seemed to be working. I felt delicate and powerless and resigned to passively accepting what Tracy told me to do. At least I was glad that I would get to lick yet another vagina. Alicia was voluptuous with a larger bosom than even Tracy and she had very sexy hips. She was wearing a short tan skirt and a sleeveless white top.

"So how do we do this?" Alicia said.

"You pee and then tell me when you're ready for me to lick you."

"I know that, but I need to change my tampon," Alicia said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "Well, I'll take out your old tampon and get you a new one. I don't know how to put them in, though."

Alicia laughed and said, "sure, if you take it out and get me a new one I'll put it in after I pee."

Alicia hiked up her skirt to her waist and pulled down her panties. I saw that unlike Tracy and Abby she had a bush of pubic hair. It was a bit paler auburn color than the hair on her head. I also saw that Alicia had a pad in her panties and I said, "what is that for?"

"In case the tampon leaks, I like to use a pad also," Alicia said.

"Oh," I said, "I haven't seen one of them before." I looked for and found the little string dangling from Alicia's vagina. I tugged on the string with a steady pressure until it started to slowly move. And then continued pulling until the tampon came out and dangled in front of me. It was heavily covered in blood and I put it in tissue paper and put it into the garbage pail.

While Alicia sat on the toilet and peed, I fetched her a new tampon. I waited on my knees in front of her while she continued to pee. I tried to be careful about keeping the crinoline off the floor by bunching it up around me. When Alicia was done, she said, "what should I do?"

"I guess you can lean back a bit and then I can reach my tongue in there," I said.

"Even better I'll slide up to the front of the seat and I'll spread my legs wide, then you should have a clear shot," Alicia said.

She inched up toward me a bit on the seat and then leaned back with her legs wide apart and I moved my face in toward her vagina. Being hairy made it a new experience and kind of exotic. I noticed that there was some traces of blood on the opening of her vagina. When my tongue touched the soft, hot surface of her vagina I could also feel her pubic hair gently tickling my lips and nose. Alicia's vagina felt a bit different than Tracy's and Abby's. It was hard to pin point the ways in which the vaginas differed, perhaps it had to do with the fact Alicia had a more prominent part to the top front of her vagina that got hard almost immediately when my lips and tongue touched it. As I licked up and down and over her vagina I was pretty sure that I was tasting some blood and I felt glad for the opportunity to be so intimate with Alicia. Probably no one else had ever licked her vagina before, or at least licked it when she was having her period. After a short while I felt her hand on the back of my head pushing my face slightly tighter against her vagina. I felt happy that I must be doing a good job.

A few minutes later after methodically licking Alicia's vagina, I heard her say, "very good, Greg, that's probably enough. I should put my new tampon in."

She eased my head away from her vagina and I watched as she expertly inserted the new tampon in her vagina. When she was done she stood up and pulled her panties back up. I accompanied her back into Tracy's bedroom where she said, "Tracy, that was something else," and then laughed.

"What went on in there?" Laurie said.

"You'll have to find out yourself," Alicia said and she sat down, "though I will say that Greg did a great job taking out my tampon and licking me."

Laurie got up and said, "I've got to see what this is all about. Come Greg," she said and I followed her into the bathroom.

When we were alone she said, "you really like doing this, Greg?"

"Sure Laurie," I said.

"It's not just because Tracy makes you do it?" Laurie said.

"No, I like doing it," I said.

"And what about wearing a bra and panty?" Laurie said. "Do you like that?"

"Tracy wants me to be pretty, and I'm OK with that," I said.

"How many boys would go along with that?" Laurie said.

"I don't know Laurie. I'm Tracy's bitch and that means I need to do what she wants me to do. Tracy has made it pretty clear to me that its important that I be pretty."

"And why were you crying before?" Laurie said.

"It's just that I've never worn a crinoline before. And with the bra and panties, I felt so feminine that I got a little bit scared, though I'm feeling better now," I said.

"Why does it scare you to feel feminine?" Laurie said.

"I guess because maybe I might not remember how to be a boy again," I said.

Laurie laughed and said, "being a boy probably means not being Tracy's bitch."

I didn't know why I hadn't seen that. If what Laurie said was true, then it didn't matter too much if I was feminine. I already wasn't much of a boy.

"I hope I'm not being too personal," Laurie said, "but do you ever want to be anything more to Tracy than her bitch?"

"I hope I can one day be her boy friend, but don't tell her that," I said. "Do you think I ever could?"

"I don't know Greg. Tracy will probably always see you as being her bitch. It's hard enough for her to see you as a boy, let alone be her boy friend," Laurie said.

Laurie had given me a good dose of reality and I could see there wasn't anything more to discuss. Though Laurie was as well developed as the other girls, she was thinner and had long, straight, blonde hair that she frequently pulled off her face. She turned her attention back to why we're in the bathroom and said, "so I just pee and you'll lick my vagina?"

"Yes, Laurie," I said.

She lowered her shorts and I saw that she was wearing a cute, pink thong, that she pulled down and then sat on the toilet. I heard her pee start and I got on my knees and waited. When she was done she got herself in an angle so I could lick her. When I started running my tongue and lips over her vagina she said, "you really don't mind doing that?"

I mumbled, "no, Laurie. It's good, I like really like it."

"The pee doesn't have a weird taste?"

"I don't know," I said, "I just want to make you happy."

"You're very sweet," Laurie said.

When I had licked a few times, I pulled away and Laurie got up and pulled back up her thong and shorts. "Thanks Greg, that was really interesting," Laurie said. "You did a good job and I appreciate it."

"Thanks," I said.

Back in Tracy's bedroom, the girls paused in their conversation when Laurie and I entered the bedroom. She sat down and said, "it's pretty amazing. Greg is very good at licking vaginas, that's for sure."

"Exactly," Alicia said. "I think it makes him very happy to do that."

"You've done an amazing job in training Greg," Laurie said.

"Yes, Greg is very well trained," Tracy said.

I was standing awkwardly in the middle of the girls wondering if I should lie down at Tracy's feet or not. Finally, Tracy said, "Greg, get down," and I got down on the floor and lay on the carpet near her. As I lay there I rejoiced in the fact that this was the first day that Tracy didn't just tell me to go home. She seemed to like me there next to her and so I relaxed and felt happy. Wearing a bra, panties and the crinoline wasn't so bad actually, especially if being pretty like this made Tracy happy. Even though I hadn't been wearing the bra very long now, it was starting to feel natural, like it was part of my normal attire. That is how girls feel, no doubt. They might even feel weird not wearing a bra. I wondered if I'd ever get to that point.

I gazed at my bra and imagined that I was a girl and this truly was my first bra. I would definitely feel very grown up, now that I had to wear a bra. Though I had no breasts to speak of, I could see that the training bra was a statement of expectation that soon enough breasts would take root on my chest and grow. I looked at my panty and saw no trace of my penis. I imagined what it must feel like to not have a penis. A void between my legs. But on the other hand I'd have a vagina and then I'd be like Tracy and her friends. Thinking of vaginas brought back a flood of memories of the many things that had happened this day. Four girls I had licked. Each of them had a pretty vagina that I had gotten to know. I felt a slight stirring in my gaff, but it was no match for the fabric that held it tightly. I could certainly forget about being a boy as long as I was with Tracy, that was for sure.

End of Tracy-2

Tracy 3

by Pamela ([email protected])

For the following two weekends after Tracy and Abby had me fitted for a bra and panties, Tracy was quite busy with homework and there was no opportunity to spend time with her other than washing her laundry. She still insisted I wear the bra and panties under my clothes as I worked, so that I would become better acclimated to my role as her girl bitch.

On the following weekend, Tracy had her friends over to visit so that I ended up having to be available in case the girls wanted me to lick their vaginas or change their pad or whatever. Tracy had me dress in my bra and panties and the crinoline. While I wasn't enthusiastic about being dressed that way, I didn't want to get Tracy angry with me. Particularly, since she would likely put me in the bathroom by myself and I wouldn't be able to visit with her and her friends.

Unfortunately, while I was licking Laurie's vagina in the bathroom after she had peed, I could hear through the door that Tracy's mom had come home early from the golf course. Apparently, she wasn't feeling well and needed to lie down. In a panic, I didn't know what to do. If I left the bathroom her mom might see me. If I took off the bra, panties and crinoline I'd be naked and no opportunity to put on my boy clothes. I heard Laurie whisper to me, "just stay where you are, Greg, and we'll wait until the all clear." I was in the middle of licking her pussy so I resumed what I was doing even though I felt afraid about being caught.

As I licked her I heard footsteps on the stairway and then heard Tracy's mom asking "is Greg still here?"

"He's in the bathroom," Tracy said, and then her mom called out, "hi Greg!"

I yelled back to her a greeting and a short while later Tracy came in the bathroom and said, "She's gone to rest in her bedroom."

"I better get dressed and go," I said.

"Suit yourself, Greg," Tracy said seemingly unconcerned about her mom being in the house.

Shaken by how close I had come to being caught in girl's clothes, I hurriedly got dressed and went back to my house. I couldn't help but realize that if her mom had come back a half hour earlier, she would have caught me hanging up the bras and panties in the backyard, or perhaps even sitting at Tracy's feet wearing my crinoline and bra.

I spent a long week thinking about the wisdom of dressing up like a girl in Tracy's house and decided it was something that I just couldn't do anymore. While it would be bad enough to get caught with the laundry, I could always fabricate some excuse, such as Tracy asking me to help because she had to run somewhere or something like that. But being caught in a bra and crinoline would be game changing. In fact, I was already vulnerable because of running into Ms. Ritzell in the bra shop. At any time she could tell my mother about what she had seen. My life as I knew it would be over. I resolved to explain to Tracy that it was playing with fire to have me dress like a girl, and surely she would agree with me that I could just as well be her bitch whether I was dressed as a girl or not. Tracy had already shown me that she could listen to reason, as when she agreed to not make me wear a leash until we were in the park during our excursions. Hopefully, this was no big deal to Tracy in view of the event with her mom, and if by some chance she insisted I still dress up, then I'd just have to give her an ultimatum. It would be painful to no longer get to lick her vagina, and hang out with her and her friends, but c'est la vie. I had to think of my own future.

As I did in all such situations I practiced a little speech I would give Tracy the next time I saw her. Since she likely would challenge anything I would say, I went over in my mind what her objections would be and then crafted answers. In every case I felt sure that I had a strong logical argument why it was best if I just stayed as her boy bitch and did not venture into looking like a girl.

***

On the next Saturday morning when I entered Tracy's bedroom I found her lying in bed with her knees up and reading a book. She had several sheets of paper and a notebook lying around her in the bed.

"Hi Tracy," I said.

Tracy stopped what she was doing and pointed to a neatly folded bra and panties that were on her dresser and she said, "I bought you a woman's bra and panties. The box next to them contains breast forms that you should place into your bra."

"What!" I said, not able to hide my surprise.

"I've decided that you're ready for the next step, so go and change. Actually, I also have a sissy dress for you to wear," Tracy said.

"A sissy dress?" I said, "But Tracy, this is something I need to talk to you about."

Tracy looked up from her book and said, "You're going to end up in the bathroom again, Greg, if you don't get that bra on in the next two seconds."

Frustrated, I said, "Please, Tracy, can't I just say one thing?"

I felt my eyes getting moist and Tracy said, "Go in the bathroom and think about why you're there."

Feeling trapped between what I had to say and her punishing me by sending me to lie down in the bathroom, I felt tears start to come down my cheeks. "What? Are you crying again, Greg?" Tracy said.

"I'm really sorry Tracy, but I just wanted to ask you something. It's very important," I said.

Tracy mumbled something under her breath and said, "OK, Greg, out with it. What is it you have to say?"

"I'm sorry, but I just wanted to say why I don't think it's such a good idea for me to wear girl's clothes. I mean, there are a lot of reasons. Don't get me wrong Tracy, I love doing your laundry and helping you anyway I can, and I'm happy to be your bitch, but I think I need to be your boy bitch and not a girl bitch." I continued on reciting my prepared speech mentioning the near-miss with her mom the previous week while the whole time gazing at Tracy hoping that she would show some sign of understanding. When I was about halfway through my speech I watched as Tracy got out of bed, and pulled the nightgown she was wearing up over her head revealing her naked body. She wasn't wearing panties and I had a clear view of her vagina, her narrow waist and the full roundness of her breasts. My voice trailed off and came to a halt as I gazed at her. Tracy said, "Come with me to the bathroom."

I followed Tracy into the bathroom where she sat down and peed. While she did so, her eyes burned into mine and she said, "Sit," and I got down on my knees in front of her and waited for her to finish peeing.

When she was done, and before I could lean in to lick her, Tracy moved up on the seat and spread her legs wide giving me a complete view of her vagina and its unparalleled beauty. The vertical fold at its entrance and its full pink lips. I now moved my head in and licked it clean. While I did so, Tracy said, "This is your world, Greg. Nothing else. I'm not interested in anything you have to say. Your life with me revolves around my cunt. You'll clean it when I pee, you'll change my pads and tampon if I tell you to. You'll do the same for my girl friends and you'll do whatever other chores I tell you to do. And just as important you must accept the fact that you're a sissy with a pussy and that means you're going to dress like the little girl I want you to be."

Tracy's words were like a series of daggers thrust into me. I had had such high hopes that our relationship might normalize one day but evidently that was just wishful thinking. My speech, which I thought was so good, was worthless to Tracy. I felt a renewed burst of tears coming down my cheeks and I felt weary and didn't know what to do. Should I just go home? Should I stay? What should do? I stopped licking her and tried to collect my thoughts.

While so engaged, I felt Tracy's hand on the back of my head and then she pushed my face into her vagina and said, "Suck on my pussy." Caught off guard by this unprecedented offer of intimacy, I eagerly continued licking on her vagina. It was both irresistible as well as a source of comfort.

"Lick it slow and steady," Tracy said. "Use your tongue on my clit so it gets hard."

This was all new. Wasn't Tracy telling me that she had heard my speech after all? She was showing me what my reward will be if I acquiesce in dressing like a girl while I'm with her. As I licked her vagina, Tracy rested one and then two hands on my head and applied enough pressure to help guide my mouth and tongue. She slowly squirmed in her seat evidently responding to my touches. I sensed her relaxing because of the pleasure I was giving her. Every so often she shifted her hips a little to bring my tongue to a place she wanted. I found myself entering a trance-like state in which, just like she had said to me earlier, her pussy had become my universe.

Without warning, Tracy yanked my head away from her vagina causing me to break out of the zone I was in. I looked up at her wondering why she had done that and she said staring down at me and talking in a steely voice, "Every time you're here Greg, whether to do my laundry, suck on my pussy, lick me after I pee, change my pad or tampon or anything else I tell you to do, you'll be dressed as my girl bitch."

As my mind tried to fully process what she was saying, Tracy said, "Get up." I got up and then Tracy did too. I followed her into her bedroom where she said, "Take off your clothes and put on the bra and panties I got for you."

If ever there was a time to tell Tracy "No" this was it, yet I knew that I lacked the courage to do so. It was all the more impossible now that Tracy had given me a taste of things to come. All I had to do was put on the bra and panties and then Tracy might let me resume licking on her vagina. I would do anything for another chance to have her cunt in my mouth.

After I had the bra and panties on, Tracy had me open up the box containing the breast forms and slip them into my bra. The sensation of having breasts was foreign to me and I did my best to just accept them as something that I had no control over. Tracy said, "There's a sissy dress for you hanging in my closet. Put it on."

I went in her large closet and saw that there was a bright pink dress with frilly edging around the top and skirt hem. It also seemed to have a sewn in crinoline. I brought it out to Tracy and said, "This dress?"

"Put it on."

I put the dress on over my head and Tracy came up behind me and zipped it up. The ruffly skirts of the dress came to my mid thighs and my boobs seemed to stick out a mile from the form fitting bodice. I watched as Tracy smiled. "Perfect, Greg."

I went to the bathroom and gazed at myself in the full length mirror. Tracy had said that it was a sissy dress and that was an understatement. The dress made me feel like I was confined within a realm where I had no choice but to believe that I was a girl. In fact, a young girl, and that Tracy was much older than me, like a big sister. Really, Tracy was more like a grown woman and I was her young child. The dress put me in a different world than hers. I was in a child's realm, powerless and forced to do her biding. I was like a slave girl, but anytime I wanted to gain my freedom I could do it. I was not shackled physically, but only through my unbounded desire for her. She was entirely right that her vagina had become my master. Who in their right mind could give up access to that most beautiful of pussies? Being her slave was a small price to pay for the bliss that I felt sucking on that organ. How could I go wrong devoting myself to that perfect vagina whose self-confidence and charisma overwhelmed me?

Tracy now climbed onto her bed and leaned back against the head board with her feet spread wide and said, "Continue with my cunt."

I got down on the bed stomach first and placed my face between her legs. Before I began licking Tracy once again pulled my head away again.

"Why, Tracy?" I said in almost a whine as I looked up at her again.

"You promise that you'll forever dress and act like the girl bitch I want you to be, and you'll never complain about it?" Tracy said.

"I promise, Tracy," I said, now desperate to resume licking on her. Tracy again guided my mouth back to her vagina and I resumed sucking and licking her. Tracy used her hands to guide me directly against her clitoris and she began moaning in earnest and the sound added to my intoxication with her vagina. A short while later I felt Tracy shudder and gasp for breath and then she pushed my head away. My face was wet with her effluent and I smelled of her musk.

"Get me my bra and panties," Tracy said.

I went to her dresser and did as she said, and then watched as she put on her bra. I fetched the rest of the clothes that Tracy was going to wear which consisted of a white blouse and a short skirt. When she was dressed she turned to me and said, "The girls are coming over in a short while to help me feminize you."

"Feminize me?" I asked.

"You have time to wash my and my mom's lingerie," Tracy said.

"Hang it outside to dry?" I asked.

Tracy nodded her head. Dressed as I was in a bright pink fluffy dress, I would be an easy target for someone to see when I was hanging up the laundry. I wanted to say something to Tracy about that, but I knew it would be useless and she might end up getting mad at me anyway. I gathered up her bras and panties from her hamper and did the same for her mom's underwear and then went to the laundry room and did the wash by hand. When it was time to hang it up to dry, I just went outside feeling sure that I'd be caught. My only hope was that from a distance I'd look so much like a girl that no one would be suspicious about me.

The only people who caught me outside wearing the pink dress were Abby, Laurie and Julie when they arrived. Abby greeted me by saying, "You look so pretty Greg. Tracy has you wearing dresses now?"

"Yeah, when I'm visiting Tracy, I'm always going to be wearing dresses. She also got me a grown woman's bra."

"We can see that Greg!" Julie said.

"That's quite a set of boobs that you've got there," Laurie added, laughing.

"Don't be hard on Greg," Abby said. "It hasn't been an easy transition for him, has it Greg? I mean you were crying on the way to getting your first bra and now look at you."

"I guess it hasn't been that easy," I say, "but I want to do what Tracy wants me to do."

"Good. When you're done hanging up the laundry, come upstairs. I think that Tracy's plan is for all of us to put our minds together and help you learn how to act like a girl."

"Yeah, that's what she told me," I say.

***

Fifteen minutes later I hung up the last one of Tracy's mom's girdles to dry. All was done and I nervously headed back to Tracy's room. The girls were sitting on the bed and chairs. When I entered, Tracy said, "I think we ought to focus on Greg mastering one specific behavior, and then move on from there."

"What do you have in mind?" Abby said.

"I'm not sure," Tracy said.

"I think it should be curtsying," Laurie said. "From the first moment I saw Greg in his sissy dress I thought, my goodness, he's like an upstairs maid who should be trained to curtsy when she's in the presence of her mistress."

"That's a brilliant idea," Abby said.

"I agree," Tracy said.

"I know exactly how to instruct Greg," Laurie said. "Stand in front of me, Greg, and listen carefully to what I say."

I moved to where she was and then Laurie said, "Put your right foot behind your left foot touching your toes to the floor."

I did as she said.

"Now, lower your legs evenly bending at the knees," I did this though I was a bit wobbly, and Laurie said, "Also hold your skirt out to the side with your hands." I did as she said and then she added, "Now bow your head looking to the ground. Then rise up again," Laurie said.

"A good first effort," Julie said.

"Curtsy to each of us, one by one," Tracy said.

I stood in front of Tracy and practiced a curtsy. "Don't round your back so much," Laurie said. "That's better. You can also lower down a bit more. Good."

Next I curtsied for Abby, then Julie and finally Laurie.

"He's getting better with practice," Laurie said.

"Keep practicing during the week, Greg," Tracy said. "From now on, I expect you to curtsy every time you enter and leave a room in which any of us are in. Understood?"

"Yes," I said.

"Shouldn't he also curtsy when he acknowledges one of your commands to him?" Abby said.

"You're right," Tracy said. "Greg, every time I tell you what to do, you say, 'yes, ma'am' or 'yes, madam' and you curtsy."

"Yes, Tracy," I said and curtsied.

"Yes, madam," Tracy corrected me and I curtsied again, this time saying "yes, madam."

"Practice that at home, Greg, until it becomes second nature to you," Tracy said.

"Yes, madam," I said and curtsied.

The girls laughed and Julie said, "He's so obedient. It's marvelous. I think we should teach him how to sit down like a lady."

"How does that go?" Abby said.

"First, let's see how Greg sits down wearing that dress," Julie said. "Go ahead and sit, Greg." I sat down in a chair and she said, "OK, now get up," and I stood back up. "You see how he just plops down leaning forward and he made no attempt to gather his skirts. To sit like a lady, Greg, you've got to do things much more consciously. Watch me." Julie stood up and said, "First I tighten my ab muscles and then bend my legs, sticking my tush out a bit and lowering straight down." Julie demonstrated and it was true that she looked very elegant. "In your case tuck your skirts underneath you as you're moving down. Also keep your knees together and when you're seated you can angle both legs to either side or straight ahead if you want to."

I practiced sitting a few times following her directions and found that I got better at it the more I tried it.

"This is fun," Julie said.

"Greg is a natural girl," Abby said.

"Curtsying and sitting down, a good start on learning to be feminine, Greg," Tracy said. "Let's take a break and give Greg a chance to put his face in a few pussies. Do any of you have to pee?"

"I do," Laurie said and then Abby said, "I'll go after Laurie."

"Go with Laurie, Greg," Tracy said.

"Yes, madam," I said and curtsied and followed Laurie to the bathroom.

While I was in front of her on my knees waiting for her to finish peeing, Laurie said, "does wearing that dress make you feel pretty?"

"I guess so," I said noncommittally.

"When I was young I loved wearing dresses like that and feeling pretty. There's no reason why you shouldn't feel the same way."

"But I'm a guy, so I think it's different, isn't it?" I say.

"Anybody who wears a dress like you're wearing should feel pretty. Let yourself go, Greg. Imagine that you have a vagina just like I do. Feel your tits in your bra and your panties covering your pussy."

I closed my eyes and concentrated on what Laurie was saying and I did begin to feel a bit feminine. Particularly imagining that I had a vagina created a strong feeling that I had a void between my legs. No penis, no ability to be male. The feelings were self-affirming so that the more I felt the void between my legs the more I felt I was a girl and the more I felt that I had a void there.

"I'm done peeing, Greg," Laurie said bringing me out of my reverie. I leaned in and licked her vagina and otherwise cleaned her up. While I did so, she said, "Another thing you could think about is how pretty your arms are Greg. You have girl arms, Greg. Not a muscle in them."

In the feminine mood I was in, I enjoyed the compliment and thanked Laurie for saying it. Laurie got up and a moment later Abby came in and lifted up her skirt and then pulled down her panties. I could see that she had a thick pad with a small amount of blood on it in her panties.

"I'm having my period Greg," she said.

"I see," I said. "Is it OK if I take out your pad and get you a new one?"

"Sure, you can take my pad, but I want to switch to a tampon now," Abby said.

Abby's used pad looked to be relatively new and there wasn't much blood on it. I got a sudden inspiration and said to her, "Do you think that Tracy would mind if I wore your pad?"

"What?" Abby said, surprised.

"Tracy wants me to feel feminine, and if I had a large pad like this one in my panties, and especially one that has some blood in it, then it would probably make me feel even more feminine," I said.

"Why don't you ask Tracy?" Abby said. "I'll pee in the meantime. Go ask her."

I left the bathroom carrying the pad in my hand. Tracy, Laurie and Julie stopped their conversation when I entered. I curtsied and said to Tracy, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I was thinking that I would like to wear Abby's pad in my panties, since that might help me feel more feminine. Abby thought I should ask you for your permission."

Laurie and Julie smiled at me as if I had said something cute and Tracy said, "Sure, Greg, go ahead and wear Abby's pad."

Back in the bathroom, Abby was just finishing up peeing. I said, "Tracy game me permission to wear your pad."

"Do you know how to put it in your panties?" Abby said.

"Yeah," I said. I then lifted up my skirts and pulled down my panties and inserted the pad, pushing it down so the adhesive would keep it in place. Then I pulled my panties up and I felt the pad pushing up against my inner crotch. If the truth be told, even more than the bra, panties and dress I was wearing, the fact of having a menstrual pad pushed up against my "vagina" for the first time made me feel like I did have a vagina and that I was probably a lot more a girl than a boy.

"How does the pad feel?" Abby said.

"Wearing the pad makes me feel feminine in a way I hadn't felt before. I think I do feel like I must have a vagina. Is that crazy?"

"Not really," Abby said. "I think you really want to have a vagina, Greg, so dressing and behaving like a girl are things that you naturally want to do."

I thought about what Abby said until she reminded me, "My pussy, Greg?"

"Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about what you said," I said and then leaned in and licked Abby's vagina. I fetched her a tampon and watched as she inserted it.

***

Back in the room, Tracy had me sit at her feet while the girls talked. I could feel the pad in my panties and the breasts in my bra. Tracy must have gotten me breasts at a somewhat large cup size since my chest seemed as big as that of any of the girls. Looking down at my breasts in the pink dress I took a deep breath and sighed with a strange, quiet pleasure. It was nice to be Tracy's girl bitch, after all. All I had to do was be feminine and do whatever she told me to do. That was uncomplicated and peaceful. Just inches from my mouth her vagina sat inside her panties inside her skirt. I wished that suddenly Tracy would spread her legs and invite me in for another long suck on her cunt.

Sitting there comfortably on the floor next to Tracy, I resolved that I would always be obedient to her wishes and I would try and be as much like a little girl as I could be. I would show her that I loved wearing frothy girl dresses and otherwise being cute and soft and playful. This was the way to her heart and these would be the things that she would reward with opportunities to serve her vagina. She could easily have thrown me out of her house because of my speech, but instead she had been kind enough to point the way to my being able to stay in her good graces. Most importantly, there was definitely something in it for me. The remembrance of Tracy's orgasm came to mind and how happy and proud I was that I had been able to deliver that for her. Yes, definitely, being pretty, being like the young girl she wanted me to be, were the things I had to concentrate on in the future.

My thoughts were disturbed when I heard Tracy say, "What should be next for Greg?"

"I can tell him how he can walk like a girl," Abby said.

"Go ahead," Tracy said.

"Up on your feet, Greg," Abby said. She then proceeded to show me how to walk like a girl. I was to place one foot in front of the other positioned at the center of my body, standing erect and slightly back. My hips would naturally sway as I walked and I should allow my arms to swing from the elbow down as they tend to do for women. I imitated Abby and walked back and forth across the room several times.

"Keep on practicing along with your curtsying and your sitting down. By the next time we see you these should all be second nature to you," Tracy said.

"Yes, Tracy," I said, curtsying, "I'll do my best to learn them."

"I think Greg should also learn how to fluff up his crinolines," Julie said.

"How do I do that?" I asked.

"Your crinoline is made up of many layers of tulle. One by one you separate the layers and the crinoline fluffs up."

Julie showed me how to do it and before long she and I had gone all the way around my crinoline fluffing it. "Do you see how much prettier you look now?" Julie said. "Look in the mirror."

I went in the mirror and could see that the skirt sitting over my crinoline was held up and out, practically as if I were wearing a tutu. When I rejoined the girls I said, "I really do look prettier I think."

"Greg, you need pantyhose," Laurie said.

"And heels," Julie added.

"Definitely," Abby said.

"We'll start Greg on pantyhose next week," Tracy said.

"Also make up," Abby said.

"Yes, make up and jewelry," Julie said. "We should get his ears pierced."

"Good idea," Tracy said.

I looked at Tracy with some alarm, but that was all I could do. I had to trust that Tracy knew what was best for me, and I daren't say anything to contradict her plans. That was out of the question.

***

Just before I was to return home after taking off the dress and bra and putting the breast forms back in their box, I asked Tracy, "Do you want me to curtsy when I meet you and the girls at school?"

"Of course," Tracy said.

"What about walking and sitting like a girl?" I asked.

"I don't know why you're asking me, Greg. Girls walk like girls and girls sit like girls. Do you still think you're a boy?" Tracy said.

"Oh, no, Tracy," I said, "I'm definitely a girl."

"Good, because we all think you're a girl, Greg, and we expect you to act accordingly."

I wanted to ask her about the fact that other kids in the school might see me curtsying or walking like a girl, but figured that Tracy would not be concerned about any embarrassment I might feel.

***

When I thought about it later I realized that the only way to not be seen acting like a girl at school was to avoid Tracy and the other girls. That would probably be difficult to accomplish, but I could make running into them a rare event. I'd have to be super vigilant every time I left one classroom to head to another. I wondered how Tracy would punish me if I failed to curtsy. Perhaps a bigger problem was that I would have to be walking like a girl in school. Even far away from me, Tracy might expect to see my hips swaying and my feet moving one in front of the other. As much as I'd love to please Tracy by walking like a girl, it was clearly better to figure out ways of disguising it so the other kids would not figure out what I was doing.

All during the week I practiced curtsying, sitting and walking like a girl when I was in my room at night. Eventually I felt like I was getting pretty good at it. I could casually walk through a room with my hips swaying and then sit down elegantly in a chair like I was a princess. One evening I accidentally left the door of my room ajar, and my mother looked in and saw me curtsy. She said, "nice curtsy Greg. Why in the world are you curtsying?"

"Is that a curtsy?" I lied. "I thought it was how someone greets a king. We're doing Hamlet in school."

"Just bow your head, Greg. A curtsy, like you were doing, is only for girls."

"Thanks, mom," I said.

***

In the next few weeks the weather grew colder and the golf outings of Tracy and mine's parents grew rarer. Even when I did get to visit Tracy, I no longer hung her lingerie to dry outside. Instead, I set up drying racks in her basement and placed the collections of her panties and bras on one rack and her mom's bras, panties and girdles on another. On those days when I couldn't see Tracy I felt a longing to see her and even missed the opportunity to wear my bra, panties and a dress. She had also taught me how to put on pantyhose and we had even played around a little with makeup. For the most part, however, our special relationship seemed to be put on hold until the beginning of the spring golf season.

***

Two weeks before the Christmas vacation my parents announced that they and Tracy's parents intended to take a ski trip from Christmas day until the day after New Year's. While they were away my parents had decided that I was mature enough to be trusted staying at home alone. Tracy's parents, on the other hand, did not think she was old enough or mature enough to be left alone so they had arranged for her grandmother to come stay with her. Of particular concern to Tracy's parents was Tracy having a party with boys that could conceivably get out of control. I offered to help out Tracy and her grandma anyway I could and her parents were very appreciative of the offer. Her mother said to me, "You're such a rare boy, Greg. Mature for your age, level-headed. I'm so glad that you and Tracy have become friends. You're such a good influence on her."

***

Christmas eve Tracy's grandmother came down with a severe flu and could not travel to Tracy's house to babysit her. I heard my parents and Tracy's parents trying to develop a plan that could save their ski week. The snow was particularly good this year and they were quite anxious to share this new adventure together. About midnight my parents came to me and said, "Tracy's mom and dad have decided to let Tracy stay alone in their house while they're away."

I immediately began to think of the consequences for myself. For a whole week Tracy would have free reign to do with me whatever she wanted. While I trusted her, or at least told myself that I should trust her, I had been taking a degree of comfort in knowing that her grandmother would act like a brake on what Tracy might want to do with me when her parents were gone. Now, there was no safety net for me at all.

"They trust her now?" I asked.

"Not really, but they've gotten Tracy to agree, without reservation or complaint, to let you play the role of being the responsible adult in her life. You can check up on her and be her parents' eyes and ears while they're gone. If Tracy tries to have a party, you'll tell them. If Tracy does any other teenage goofy thing, you'll tell them. OK? Are you willing to do that?"

I had a hard time imagining that Tracy would let me police her behavior. She was probably lying to her parents, though maybe, just maybe, she had been persuaded to at least temporarily accept my role in watching over her. I guessed if she really did get out of control, I could always call up her parents and rat on her. "I don't know, mom," I said somewhat shakily.

"We realize that it's a great responsibility, Greg, but we wouldn't have asked you if we didn't think that you were mature enough and old enough to make sure Tracy does not abuse her parents trust in her."

It was clear to me just how much my parents desired to go away with Tracy's parents. That left me no choice except to say that I would do it. To decline, I'd need a reason and the only true reason I had was that I was afraid of Tracy having complete control over my life while the adults were away. What might she require me to do, knowing that she had a full week as my custodian?

***

Christmas day, at noon time, just before my parents were to leave for the ski trip, I accompanied them to Tracy's house. While the two husbands loaded the car, Tracy stood quietly wearing a prim green dress with a high collar. Her mom said, "Tracy, once again I want you to promise me that you'll not do any foolish teenagerish things while we're gone."

"I promise, mom," Tracy said in a polite and sincere voice.

"I also want you to promise me that you'll have no objection to Greg spying on you. I give him complete permission to enter the house at any time to make sure that you're keeping to your promise."

"Yes, mommy," Tracy said. "Greg can come in anytime and check up on me, but I promise that there won't be anything that he needs to report to you about."

"Great, Tracy," her mother said.

After some goodbyes between me and my parents and Tracy and her parents, they were all off in the car. I stood in the living room waiting to see what would happen next. Would Tracy want me around or not?

Tracy looked at me and said, "bra, panties, pantyhose, dress. They're waiting for you to put on upstairs. When the girls get here we'll take care of your makeup and hair."

I looked at Tracy in amazement. I wasn't expecting her to assume control of our situation so fast.

Tracy came up to me, looked into my face and said, "what are you forgetting?"

I realized I hadn't curtsied after receiving her instructions so I then did so.

"I think that for the next week you have a pretty good idea of what your life is going to be like. Is that true, Greg?"

"Yes, madam," I said and curtsied.

"Now go upstairs and make yourself pretty," Tracy said.

"I will, Tracy," I said. I then curtsied yet again and left the room to change into my outfit.

End of Part 3

Tracy - 4

by

Pamela

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As instructed by Tracy, I went upstairs and dressed in my bra, panties, pantyhose, crinoline and dress. While she had told me to make myself pretty, I didn't know how to do that, so I had to return to her and ask her if she would mind helping me to become pretty.

"That means putting on makeup, Greg. At the minimum you need to use rouge, lipstick and mascara. Come with me to the bathroom and I'll show you what to do. Pay careful attention so that you can do it yourself from now on."

In front of the mirror in her bathroom I watched as Tracy applied foundation to my face and then some rouge and highlights. Then, working on my eyes, she plucked my eyebrows, put on mascara, eye shadow and eye liner. "You could use some lip plumper to give you fuller, sexier lips." Tracy applied lip plumper followed by lipstick. The last step was to work on my hair, which is fairly long and readily combed into a feminine look. When Tracy was done, she had gone a long way toward femininizing my appearance and one could even say I was sort of pretty. "You see Greg, you pretty up nicely."

"Thank you, Tracy."

"For the rest of this week, Greg, you should renew your face at least twice a day, if not more. I want you as pretty as possible at all times."

"I don't have my own make-up."

"I'll lend you a purse, and I'll put this make-up in it. It’s time you started to carry a purse like girls do. There'll be a small mirror in it, so every so often during the day, you open up your purse and use the mirror to look at your face. If you need fixing up, then you do it."

"OK, Tracy." It seemed like Tracy was giving me a lot of responsibility and I hoped that I wouldn't screw up.

"Now that our parents are gone, you're going to be my pretty, devoted bitch for the entire week."

"Yes, Tracy."

"I know how much you're looking forward to that, Greg."

"Yes, Tracy, I am," I said, trying to be as upbeat as possible. In reality, I was borderline terrified of what Tracy might decide to do with me.

"The girls will be here any minute now."

Tracy went downstairs and one by one I heard the girls: Abby, Jody, Laurie, Alicia and Julie show up and greet Tracy. Apparently, she had arranged for them to come by as soon as her parents were gone. When they were all present, the girls came up to Tracy's bedroom where I was waiting.

The girls exclaimed when they saw me, "You're so pretty, Greg!"

"Thank you," I said doing my customary curtsey.

Tracy said to the assembled girls, "The bitch will be available to us 24/7. She'll fetch us drinks and food. She'll clean up after us. She'll be available in the bathroom for cleaning our pussies or getting us pads or tampons. Is that right Greg?"

"Yes, Tracy," I said and curtsied.

"Is everything arranged with your boy friends?" Tracy asked the girls.

"They'll all be here tomorrow night at eight," Abby said.

Tracy's parents specifically told her not to bring boys to the house, and I promised to warn them by a phone call if I found out that Tracy had done so. My face must have revealed my reaction to Laurie's remark, since Tracy turned to me and said, "Don't you even begin to think that you're going to call my parents."

"I wasn't thinking that, Tracy."

"You better not, Greg."

"I wouldn't dare."

"Good."

"I was wondering, Tracy, if we have to worry about how the boys treat Greg?" Laurie said.

"What do you mean?" Tracy said.

"They might pick on Greg," Laurie said. "Make fun of Greg because she's a sissy and afraid to stand up to you.'

"You're right, Laurie," Tracy said, “we'll have to warn the guys that one nasty comment about Greg and we'll kick them out of the house."

"Good idea," Abby said. "We can't allow them to humiliate Greg."

"I hope that none of the boys we invite here would be like that," Jody said.

"That's true," Abby said, "but you never know about boys."

The girls laughed and I felt choked up with joy that the girls and especially, Tracy, felt the need to protect me. Tracy must see me as being an important possession of hers, and it was a nice feeling to know that.

"I'm so excited about having the boys come over," Alicia said. "My parents don't let me see boys. They're strict."

“For tomorrow we have a modest goal," Tracy said. "Our boyfriends aren’t girly like Greg, which means that we have to make sure that they don't use their masculine energy to gain control of us. We want to have the upper hand so that we can steer them in a good direction. The trick will be to know how to control the avenues by which horny boys get satisfied, and that mainly means we need to be skilled in managing their penises. The boys need to know that we control whether or not they'll get pleasure via their penises, and that will allow us to make them do what we want them to do. So, instead of the guys acting like they're doing us a favor by having sex with us, we make them feel like they’re lucky we even touch them."

"A basic tool in our arsenal, and maybe the first one we deploy, is our boobs. Watch this demonstration." Tracy took off her blouse, so she was wearing just her bra. She had me get up and sit in a chair and she stood in front of me so that I was looking at her bra. “See how Greg is getting agitated." It was true. Every nuance of the pretty view of her full round breasts sitting in her fancy bra aroused me. I would do anything to put my face into her breasts. If she could hold my face against her bra I would be in heaven. "Her desire for my breasts is just eating away at her." Tracy took a few steps closer and leaned in, so her chest was inches from my face. "See, she's starting to pant." Once again Tracy was right. I hungered so intensely for her breasts that my heart rate had gone up and I was beginning to breathe heavily. "Boys are so predictable," Tracy said. "Now watch her." She reached behind her back and undid her bra and then slowly took it off, so the fabric ran across my face. I wanted to grab the bra and press its warmth against my cheek. Now her breasts with her elongated rosy nipples were practically touching my face and I felt like I was going to go insane with desire. If I could just nuzzle my face in between her breasts!

"Please, Tracy," I whimpered. The thought popped into my head that I could just quickly put my hands and face on her boobs. My self-control was ebbing away, and I began to wonder if Tracy really wanted me to touch her.

As if reading my mind, Tracy said, "Don't get any ideas, Greg. My tits are off limit to you. Look at them, fantasize about them, but you're not going to touch them unless I tell you to."

Some tears began to fall down my cheeks as I said, "Yes, Tracy."

Tracy pulled back and stood up and put her bra and top back on. “You see how I was in control. It’s all about the fact that we have what boys want, and that’s where our control over them comes from.”

"Has everyone here seen a penis?" Abby said.

"No, I haven’t, and it's so frustrating," Alicia said.

Abby said, "Tracy and I saw Greg's penis when we got her a bra and panty."

"That's cool," Alicia said.

"I've never seen one either," Julie said.

"Nor me," Jody said. "Maybe you could have Greg show us her penis, so we all know what they look like."

"Sure," Tracy said, "that's a good idea."

"Greg, lie on your back on the bed," Tracy commanded, and I did as she said. She lifted my skirts over my chest exposing my pantyhose and panties, and proceeded to put her hand on the top of my pantyhose and pull it down. "Lift your hips up," she ordered, and I raised them. With a couple of tugs, Tracy had my pantyhose and panties down to my knees, exposing my penis.

"My god, that's what they look like!" Julie said.

"It's much less impressive than I thought it would be," Alicia said.

"I know, it's small and pitiful," Abby said.

"Maybe that's why she likes to dress and act like a girl," Julie said.

"Her penis is small right now because Greg's shy and intimidated by us. Cocks can do that; shrink way down when the boy is scared like she is. But the same cock can also become big. We can make Greg's penis get big any time we want to, like if we wanted to use it for sex. I might as well show you how that works."

Tracy picked up my limp penis and held it straight up with one hand. "It's tiny but it starts to grow as soon as I touch it. Tracy laughed and said while pointing to my balls, “Believe it or not, Greg actually does have balls, though one would never know it by the way she acts."

The girls laughed and then Alicia said, "Like little almonds."

"Very cute," Julie said. "Can I hold her penis up?"

"Sure," Tracy said. "We can take turns. Hold up her cock with one hand and feel her balls with the other. Do you see that already her penis is not as small as it was?"

"That's true," Julie said as she held onto my rapidly rising boner. "It's like getting hard and so much bigger as I'm touching it"

"Wow," Alicia said.

"And her balls are still soft," Julie said.

"Let me hold her cock," Jody said, and Laurie let go and Jody gingerly touched it.

"Then me," Laurie said.

“Her penis has gotten so much bigger. It's hard to believe how that little thing can jump up to be this big," Julie said.

"Exactly. When girls touch a boy's cock it gets excited, so it gets longer," Tracy said.

Jody pushed my penis back and forth and sideways like a joystick, or a gear shift lever on a car. "Now that it's this big I can wrap my fingers around it!" She now held onto my shaft which was rock hard and standing up straight.

Laurie now took a hold of my penis and gently played with my balls. "It's a very interesting thing," she said. "I think it’s pretty nice looking."

"Now it's my turn," Alicia said and she took both her hands and wrapped them around my dick. "It's amazingly hard and I can feel it pulsating." She then touched my balls.

"She does have a nice-looking cock," Abby said, now putting her hand on it. "But not all penises look like hers. Some of them, when they get hard, are curvier. They might bend a little either up or down."

"I never knew that," Jody said.

After Abby felt around my balls, Tracy took my cock in her hand again. "Do you see these drops of moisture coming out of the little hole on top?" she said pointing to some precum.

"What is it?" Alicia said.

"It's her precum. It means that she's starting to release some of the liquid that would come out if she had an orgasm. Boys leak like this when they're excited. Are you excited, Greg?" Tracy asked me.

"Yes, Tracy," I said. With six girls touching my penis I was beside myself with excitement.

"The most sensitive part of her cock is just beneath the tip," Tracy said. "Right over here," and she touched that spot with her finger causing my penis to shoot up hard and quiver a bit. "If you stroke this part of her cock it feels incredibly good to boys." Tracy took two of her fingers and rubbed the underside of my penis from the top down a few times and stopped. "Ooooh," I said as the pleasure sailed around my penis and slowly subsided.

"What's going on Greg?" Tracy said.

"I'm getting close to cumming," I said.

Tracy put her finger just below the top on the underside of my cock and barely touched it. The pleasure shot through me continuously and one of my legs shook uncontrollably every few seconds. On and on we went this way. If Tracy would just slide her finger back and forth a little bit, I'm sure I would climax but as long as she just held it there with a very gentle touch it kept me from reaching an orgasm. "You see, Greg can't shoot off until there is some friction on her cock. Just pressing the pleasure center causes her to spasm and flail around without cumming."

"How long can this go on?" Julie said

"As long as we want," Tracy said. "Of course, the frustration level keeps going up the whole time we do it, so probably Greg will eventually go crazy if we don't let her release."

"Please, Tracy," I begged her. "Please let me finish!"

"You see, she's whimpering in frustration," Tracy said.

"I'm sorry, Tracy," I said.

"I know you can't help yourself, Greg, so keep on whimpering."

"Can we do this to our boyfriends?" Abby said.

"To some extent, maybe, but we have to realize that Greg is so emotionally tied to girls that she's an extreme example of what is possible. Remember that at the start of the school year she was an eleventh-grade boy and now she’s my pretty bitch, even though I’m a year younger than her and a tenth-grade girl. The great majority of boys are not going to be like Greg. If I told them to wash my bras and panties, they'd look at me dumbly and probably walk away in confusion. Greg didn't have enough balls to refuse to do it. Her entire world revolves around whatever girls tell her to do, and especially me. On top of that, regardless of what I tell her to do she's crazy in love with me. Is that right, Greg, do you love me?"

"Yes, Tracy."

“Do you worship me?”

“Yes, Tracy.”

"You'll do anything for me?"

"Yes, Tracy."

"Watch this," Tracy said. "Suck on my big toe, Greg."

I got down on all fours and went to her feet and put her big toe in my mouth and sucked on it. While I sucked, Tracy said, "This illustrates my point. He’s afraid to hesitate for one second. Okay, stop, Greg. Now sit down next to me.” To the girls she said, “Watch this.”

Wordlessly, Tracy resumed rubbing on my cock and I flailed around in extreme pleasure. When Tracy sensed I was about to cum, she slowed down what she was doing causing me to cry out, "Please don't stop! I beg you, Tracy!" Tracy laughed and rapidly stroked my penis again. It got rock hard as it slipped past the point of no return, and I let out a horrific gagging sound as I orgasmed in a series of back arching spasms. Throughout my throes of ecstasy, Tracy kept one hand cupped over the end of my penis to catch my cum as I ejaculated.

When I had stopped cumming, Tracy showed the large puddle of cum in her palm to the girls. "See how much we got from her. Her balls must be empty now." Tracy used a couple of fingers from her other hand to dip into the cum and then lick it off her fingers. "Have any of you ever tasted this," Tracy said. When no one had she said, "Try some, it's good for you to know what it tastes like before you find yourself about to get a mouthful from your boyfriends dick." The girls took turns putting a finger or two into Tracy's palm and scooping out some of my cum and tasting it. Each of the girls reacted to the strange taste.

"It's not like anything else I've ever tasted," Alicia said, "kind of chalky and hard to describe."

"Seems like its chlorinated and the texture is interesting," Laurie said.

"Have you ever tasted cum, Greg?" Tracy said.

"No, Tracy," I said.

"Lick my hand. Eat the rest of your cum. Just like the other girls, you should know what it tastes like."

I was surprised that Tracy would make me eat my own cum, but by the look in her eyes I could see that I better not cross her. I moved my mouth quickly to her palm and lapped it up. Like the girls said, the cum had an unusual flavor and texture that was hard to classify. I saw a smile of satisfaction cross Tracy's mouth and our eyes met for a second and I looked away. I knew that eating my own cum confirmed for Tracy that she fully owned me now. No matter how obnoxious her commands to me, she knew, and she knew that I knew, that I would always do them without hesitation. She held all the cards.

"You're a very good girl for eating your cum, Greg."

"Thank you, Tracy."

"Put your head in my lap," Tracy said.

I lay down next to her on the bed and put my head on her thighs. I thought that Tracy might hurt me in some way, but she instead rested her hand gently on my head and stroked my forehead. I entered a world of bliss, feeling Tracy's warm feminine presence surrounding my head.

“I’d love to practice giving Greg a hard on and cumming,” Laurie said.

“Yes, it’s good for all of us to continue practicing with Greg’s penis. I think everyone should get a chance to get Greg hard, and then Laurie can shoot her off. Unfortunately, we have to wait until Greg is ready for sex again. After they cum, boys don't bounce back as fast as girls do. It's one of their weaknesses, to say the least."

***

Tracy sent me to make lunch sandwiches and iced tea for the girls. After they ate in the downstairs dining room, I cleaned up the dishes and went back upstairs to Tracy's room where the girls had gone. When I rejoined the girls, Tracy said, "It's time that we see if Greg can get a boner again. Before we get Laurie to make Greg hard, I want to remind you all that Greg is well trained in cleaning us up in the bathroom after we pee or helping us change our tampons and pads. So, don't hesitate to use her that way. Every time we give Greg a chance to clean our vaginas, we give her a chance to express her devotion to our pussies. In fact, I'd like to use this week to complete Greg's pussy training by making her an expert in using her mouth and tongue in pleasuring us. I want Greg to be skilled in giving girls and women orgasms. So, any time or place we want a little cunt pleasure we can have Greg supply it. Also, the more Greg can assimilate the feelings we have in our pussies, the more she'll feel like she has a vagina herself. So, while we practice giving boners to Greg, we'll also give her a chance to practice her pussy licking. We can teach her how to find our clitorises and the appropriate way to lick on them."

"I really like that idea, Tracy," Abby said. "I'm happy to volunteer to be the first one whose pussy she clicks."

Laurie said, "So while she's licking Abby, I'm going to practice giving her boners, and I'll make sure that I don't put her over the top. After everyone has had a chance to play with Greg's dick, then I want to get her to shoot off."

The girls agreed that this was a great way to prepare for the next evening. Tracy told me to go to Abby. I scrambled over to her on my hands and knees and lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties off. Abby sat on a thick pillow, leaned back and spread her legs wide apart. I moved in and put my face on her vagina.

"Pay close attention to how Abby guides you while you're licking her pussy," Tracy said.

"Yes, Tracy," I mumbled into Abby's vagina.

"Start licking me," Abby said. "I'll adjust your tongue, so you hit the best part."

As I licked Abby's vagina, she used her hands to position my head in the best place so that my tongue would ride over her clitoris. It didn't take long until I was in a trance where everything else in the world fell away from me. I didn't know where I was or what was being said around me. All my attention was in allowing my face, mouth and tongue enjoy this wonderful womanly presence in front of me. I could tell that Abby was enjoying the attention since it wasn't long before I felt her clitoris engorge with blood and her vagina offer up its own fluid apart from my saliva. I also could feel Abby's thigh muscles gripping and letting go suggesting that she was having small orgasms.

While I did this, Laurie lifted up my skirts, pulled down my panties and pantyhose and put her hand on my limply hanging penis, "It's limp and soft," she said. Laurie's fingers found the top underside of my penis to see if she could get it hard. Considering how much I was enjoying Abby's vagina; her stroking immediately caused a rise in my cock. "It's growing, Tracy, and getting hard!" As it grew longer and straighter, she used her hand to slide up and down along it. Every so often she stopped to caress my balls.

"I'd say it's totally hard now," Laurie said.

"For sure," Tracy said. "If you keep that up, she's going to shoot off again."

"I know. I'll just let go of her cock so it'll shrink back down," Laurie said, "then Jody can get her hard again."

The girls watched as Laurie took her hand off my penis and it slowly shrank back to being flaccid. All this time I dutifully kept on licking on Abby's vagina. Finally, I felt Abby's abdomen and thighs clench and a gasp of satisfaction leave from her lips. The sound caused the other girls to laugh and Abby said, "Greg is like a human vibrator." The girls laughed again, and Laurie said, "That we can all share!"

"I must admit, I enjoyed watching Greg's cock get hard and soft!" Laurie said.

"Now Greg should lick on Laurie, while Jody plays with her prick," Abby said.

"I'd love that," Laurie said and she lifted up her skirt and lowered her panties and I began licking her. My balls were beginning to ache from the starting and stopping of my sexual arousal. Jody gingerly touched my penis and felt its parts. She cupped my balls and then very slowly ran her fingers up along my penis. Becoming more confident, as if she now believed that my cock would not explode if touched, she brought her other hand up and held my balls with it, while now she more systematically stroked my cock with her other hand. Laurie's vagina felt a little different to my lips and tongue than Abby's. One thing I noticed right away was that it didn't take much motion of my tongue to get Laurie's legs to tremble and have her moaning out loud. Her clitoris was short and very hard and touching any part of it translated immediately into a reaction from her.

Jody's stroking of my cock was having the desired effect and it was becoming hard yet again. Suddenly, it became very hard and I was sure I was about to cum, when Jody suddenly stopped touching me and I teetered on the edge for the longest moment. The slightest additional touch would no doubt provoke an orgasm, but she held off and then the danger was past. Jody then started playfully swinging my half-erect penis from side to side. My need to climax was becoming almost intolerable now and the frustration of no one touching my cock reverberated through me as my prick once again slowly retreated. Despite shrinking back down to a small size, my penis felt hot and intensely pleasurable. The pain in my balls had increased and I was alarmed that at least three more girls remained to try the same manipulation on me, before I would be allowed to orgasm.

"Greg!" I heard Tracy say sharply. "Don't neglect Laurie!" I had frozen in place while my penis had almost come, and I now resumed what I had been doing until Laurie grunted and her legs swung closed squeezing my head between them. Then she relaxed and lay down. "That was so nice," she said.

Now the pattern was clear. It was thus Jody's turn to be licked while Julie would play with my cock. "OK, Jody," Tracy said, "Greg can lick you now."

"It's my period, is that a problem?"

"Not at all," Tracy said. “Greg doesn't mind the blood."

My up and down boners were taking a toll on me and I desperately wanted to climax. Too scared to say anything to Tracy, I occupied myself with Jody's pussy and let the girls do what they wanted to my penis. I felt Julie's hand on my cock, and she had a touch that was particularly nice, as if she really understood its geometry. I got hard quickly, and she immediately stopped rubbing it. The moment it sagged she touched it again and it got hard again. It was like a game with her, and I had to force myself not to beg her to finish me off.

Dazed from the combined effect of sucking vaginas and having my cock manipulated almost to orgasm, I was slow to realize that Jody had forcefully orgasmed. Apparently, some of her blood was on my lips and one of the girls got a wet paper towel and cleaned me up before my face was put in front of Julie. Now I felt Alicia's hands on my butt. "I've always wanted to touch a boy's butt," she said. Her hands gently moved over the round surfaces of my butt cheeks.

"If you start moving your fingers into her butt crack, she's going to jump," Tracy said.

Sure enough, as her fingers approached my butt hole, I felt a large spike in pleasure and my hips jumped. "Why do boys do that?" Alicia asked.

"Their prostates are very sensitive and they're just inside their holes. Just approaching the hole makes them feel it in their prostate and they jump."

"So cool," Alicia said as she repeated the movement of her fingers toward my hole several more times. Then she gently slid her hands onto my penis and my balls and very slowly felt them and rubbed them.

"We could get a dildo," Tracy said, "that we could slide into Greg's butt hole to push up against her prostate and then really watch her jump around. That would be very amusing."

"That's a really great idea," Alicia said. "I know where to buy one and I'll get it tomorrow morning and we can practice on Greg's butt hole before the boys come."

"Get one to fit up her bottom," Tracy said, "and also get a big cock with a strap on. I'm sure we can make use of both of them."

"That'll be so much fun," Alicia said. All this time Alicia's gentle finger movements were causing waves of pleasure to pass through me. My sucking on Julie's vagina continued pretty well, though she had to shift my face a few times. All things considered I must have been doing OK since she let out a steady, low cooing sound and then suddenly her eyes closed, her legs shook and she said, "Ahhh. Thank you, Greg. That was so nice."

The last girl whose vagina needed licking was Alicia's and I now moved on over to her, where she had taken off her jeans and panties and pushed my face against her vagina and I felt around with my tongue for her clitoris. I heard Abby say, "Now's a good time for Laurie to get Greg to squirt. By the looks of Greg, she's on her last legs. Her balls are probably really aching by now, am I right?"

I nodded my head.

"Why do her balls ache?" Laurie said.

"I don't know the exact cause but it's just a fact of nature that if boys get stimulated and not released, they eventually get blue balls which is painful and can only be relieved by allowing them to climax," Abby said.

"As Abby said, 'allowing them to climax.' If you can control when a boy can orgasm, you can control the boy," Tracy said,

Laurie eagerly resumed her stroking of my cock. She said, "I can't get over how cool it is that I slide my hand along her penis and that makes it get hard. What else in the world is there that does that?"

"Wait another few minutes until I cum," Alicia said gasping for air. She had a very large and hard clitoris that was easy to find and easy to stimulate by running my tongue along it and pressing down as hard as I could.

"Should I have Greg shoot off into my hand so we can have another taste of it?” Laurie said.

“You could do that, but why not get Greg to shoot off right into your mouth?” Tracy said.

“Cool. I’ll try that,” Laurie said, as she continued to run her hand along my cock.

As I slid my tongue and lips over Alicia's clitoris, she began calling out ever louder and more plaintive prayers to God. Laurie seemed to fall into a rhythm of massaging my penis that matched what I was doing to Alicia. Then, as my cock got super hard Laurie grabbed it a bit harder until I began loudly moaning. This helped put Alicia over the top and she screamed as she came. Immediately, I felt Laurie’s hand on my shoulder turning me around, so I was facing her. She continued to quickly run her hand up and down along my cock, as she put her face right in front of my dick and then I shot off. The first burst landed on her forehead, but after that she had her mouth capture all of my cum as it pulsed out of me. She spread it around over her tongue and teeth and then swallowed it. "I could get really addicted to that," she said.

I rolled to my side and collected myself, while Alicia got dressed.

"So fascinating Tracy," Julie said. "Thanks for allowing us to practice on Greg."

"Yeah, Tracy, I learned so much about boys. It's incredible," Alicia said.

"One thing to keep in mind," Tracy said, "is how big Greg's cock got when she was hard. It was actually a pretty decent cock. Relatively long and thick. Keep a mental picture of that when you’re looking at your boyfriend’s cock. Some of them might be bigger than Greg’s, but some might be smaller. And just because a boy's cock starts out big when it's relaxed, doesn't necessarily mean it's going to be bigger than Greg's when it gets hard."

"I'd also like to say," Abby said, "that we already noted that Greg's penis is pretty. Her balls are cute and darling, and she has a nice straight sculpted shaft. As I said before, other penises you see might be different. I'm not saying that's bad, just that they all don't look like Greg's."

"What other differences are there?"

"One thing is the top part of it. Some are stubbier than others. Greg's is in the middle between kind of bulbous and pointy. I'd say most penises look like hers. Also, some boys have very smooth penises, while others are bumpy and have veins running along them."

"How do you know so much about cocks?" Jody said.

"I attended a sex ed class when I was in school overseas while my dad was on sabbatical. They showed pictures of penises. I even got a chance to put a condom on a banana."

"That's very interesting," Tracy said. "It could be useful for us to know how to put condoms on cocks. We can practice using Greg's penis. That should be better than a banana." The girls laughed. "But we'll have to wait until tomorrow to do that. Greg's cock looks to be wiped out. She probably won't be able to get a boner for hours and it's pretty much impossible to put a condom on a limp dick!"

While my penis had done its duty for the girls, now Tracy put me to work fetching drinks and tidying up. The girls were going to have an overnight party and I had to help set up Tracy's room with places for the girls to sleep. Tracy gave me no indication as to where I was supposed to spend the night. Occasionally, I had to stop what I was doing and run to the bathroom and help the girls with their peeing. The worst part was listening to the discussion about different boys and about whom they were planning to bring over the next evening, and what they might let the boys do with them sexually. The girls seemed to be quite eager to compare their boyfriends penises to my own, assuming they got to the point of seeing them.

For dinner, Tracy had me order a few pizzas and I paid for them when they came. I had been very worried about the pizza delivery man seeing me dressed as a girl, but when he came, he gave no indication that he thought I was strange looking. I think he really did think I was a girl. After we were done eating, the girls watched a movie together and I supplied them with popcorn and drinks. When it was over, I felt like I was in a fantasy land as the girls took turns in the shower and were either getting undressed or walking back into the room naked. Tracy was the last to take a shower. I was in the bathroom, just finishing up with Jody's vagina after she had peed, when Tracy came in naked. Her body was so beautiful that I found myself gasping for air. She entered the shower and turned the water on. She then said to me, "Take your clothes off and take a shower with me."

I hurriedly undressed and carefully folded up my dress, crinoline and underwear and entered the shower. I felt an intense love for Tracy. That she gave me this intimate moment with her was something I'd treasure for the rest of my life. Tracy looked at me haughtily and said, “Get on your knees.”

I did as she said. Sitting on my heels, with water splashing on my head I looked at Tracy's vagina at my eye level. I became choked with emotion and began secretly crying. Tracy stepped her legs apart and said, “It’s now my turn to get licked. After all the practice you've had with the other girls, I expect you to be very good at doing this. Put your face on my pussy and let’s see if you can get me off.”

I hungrily sucked and licked on Tracy’s beautiful shaved pussy, while she used her hand to occasionally guide my head. She quickly grew excited and then she grabbed my head forcefully and moved it up and back in a kind of jerking motion causing my mouth to slide over her vagina until she shook and let out a slight shriek showing that she had climaxed. She stood silently breathing hard and getting herself centered while I felt tears of joy for having successfully given her the climax she wanted. A few moments later she said, “Get up,” and I stood up. She took a bottle of shampoo and handed it to me. “Wash my hair,” she said and turned her back towards me. I carefully shampooed her hair and while I did that, she used a citrus shower gel to wash her body. When her hair and body were done, she stepped out of the shower and told me to wash myself and then clean up the bathroom.

When I was done in the bathroom I came into the bedroom where the girls were lounging on their mattresses wearing either babydolls or pajamas. Tracy handed me a beautiful, pink, Victorian full-length nightgown, made with two layers of soft, silky material. “My mom never wears this, but it’s perfect for you. Put on your panties to hide that thing of yours and a bra with your tits.”

With Abby sleeping in the bed with Tracy, I saw that there was an extra mattress in the center of the room at the foot of the bed. Tracy pointed to it and said, "You can sleep there. In the morning, you'll get up ahead of us, get dressed and then make breakfast. I've laid out some of my mom's old clothes on her bed for you to wear tomorrow. You should try on her black high heels until you find a pair that fit you. After you're dressed, put on your makeup and then you can make breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon and toast, a pot of coffee and orange juice. Call us just before you start the bacon."

"Yes, Tracy," I whispered, curtsied, put on the underwear and nightgown and got into my bed.

Tracy turned the light out and I lay in the room surrounded on all sides by the six girls. There was so much to think about. Besides the fact that they played with my penis leading to two remarkable orgasms, and that I had a wonderful time licking the pussies of Abby, Laurie, Julie, Jody and Alicia. The crowning jewels of the day was when Tracy let me put my head in her lap and then later when she allowed me to lick on her vagina in the shower. Every bit of those transcendent experiences I replayed over and over in my mind. As I was falling asleep, I remembered that the next evening each of the girls would be having a boyfriend come over to the house. The thought unsettled me and most of all I was disturbed by the thought of Tracy having her supposed boyfriend Tom come over. The thought of her letting him kiss her or touch her, or her touching him, brought tears to my eyes. Luckily, I fell asleep, so I didn’t have to think about that any more this night.

***

The next morning, I awoke to whispers between a couple of the girls. I got up and following Tracy's instructions from the night before, went to her mom's bedroom where I saw that there was a panty, bra, girdle, stockings and a blue dress lying on the bed. I got dressed in Tracy's mom's clothes and was glad to see that they fit me pretty well. I inserted my breast forms in my bra and saw that they looked well with the dress. I felt guilty wearing her mom's clothes; it seemed like a violation of her mom's privacy, but the last thing I was going to do was annoy Tracy. Anyway, she said they were her mom's old clothes, so maybe that meant that her mom never wore them anymore. I washed up and using the makeup in my purse, did my face and then my hair. I tried on various pairs of her mom's heels until I found a pair which seemed to fit me pretty well. I stood up and walked over to a full-length mirror and looked at myself. It was a nice dress, actually kind of flattering for my figure, and I could see that Tracy would probably be pleased with the fact that I did look a lot like a girl.

I went downstairs and found an apron and put it on. I was a bit wobbly with the high heels, but found myself getting used to them the longer I wore them and the more I walked around. Then I made the coffee and went upstairs to tell Tracy that I was putting on the bacon. I opened the door to her room again and saw that the girls were awake. I wend my way through the girls to Tracy, curtsied and said, "I'm starting the bacon, Tracy."

"We'll be down in fifteen minutes."

The girls came down to the dining room wearing their nighties. They were boisterous and laughing at many inside jokes. I curtsied to each girl as I served them breakfast. "That dress is flattering on you," Tracy said.

"Thank you, Tracy," I said and curtsied.

"The girls were telling me how much they liked the way you sucked on their pussies."

"Thank you."

"You've got talent, Greg."

"Thank you."

"When we're done with breakfast clean up, then collect whatever underwear the girls want laundered today, and wash it."

"Yes, Tracy," I said.

"And if my parents call, you're going to tell them that everything is great here. Got it?"

"Yes, Tracy, of course," I said and curtsied.

I did the dishes and cleaned up and then went upstairs and gathered the laundry to wash. Everyone had me wash a panty and three of the girls gave me their bras. When I was done washing the clothing, I put it on a drying rack and came back up to Tracy's room. When I got there, I curtsied to Tracy and said, "I've done all the laundry. It's on the drying rack."

Tracy said, "Good. We need your penis again. The girls might have to put condoms on their boyfriends tonight and they want to practice on you."

The thought of the girls one by one putting a condom on my penis, though exciting in some ways, also scared me since I would need to have an erection for a long time. My balls were bound to ache the same way they had done the previous day. In any event I had no choice in the matter, so I said, "OK, Tracy." It was ironic that while Tracy had made such a fuss about me being her girl bitch, and making me dress like a girl, yesterday and today she is using me as her boy bitch so she can take advantage of my having a penis.

"You're sure she can get a boner today?" Alicia said.

"Of course, she can," Tracy said. "She's had a whole night to recuperate."

Tracy had me sit on the bed leaning back against a pillow. "We'll pretend that Greg is our boyfriend and we need to get a condom on him. You see, it's best not to trust that your boyfriend does it right. Do it yourself so you can be sure it’s on securely. Can you demonstrate how to do it Abby?"

"I'll be happy to," Abby said. She lifted my skirt and had me unfasten the stockings from my garters, and then flipped the lower half of my girdle up out of the way and then lowered my panties. She took my cock in her hand and stroked it confidently until it jumped up into a boner. "See how easy it is to get a boy hard? Now I take a condom and put it on her prick."

Tracy handed a box of condoms to Abby who took one out, opened up its wrapper and then proceeded to skillfully unravel it down over my penis using two hands. "Voila," she said when it was on.

"Incredible," Jody said.

"It's amazing how easy it looks," Julie said.

"It looks easy, but it actually takes a lot of practice," Abby said. “I tried many times on a banana until I got it right.” Abby pulled the condom off of me.

"So, we should all try now," Tracy said, and she handed a new condom to each of the girls.

"Go first, Julie," Tracy said.

Julie opened up the condom wrapper she was holding and gingerly held the condom. "I've never held a condom before."

With my back leaning against the pillow I watched Julie take out the condom and hold it over my penis. My penis was sagging a little so Tracy said, "You'd better get her hard before you try to put it on her."

"Good point," Julie said. She stroked my penis a few times until she felt it had gotten hard again and then once again put the condom over the top. With one hand holding each side of the rolled-up condom she attempted to pull it down over my cock. The condom slipped off sideways. "Whoops!" Julie shrieked and laughed. She tried to do the same maneuver again and this time one side of the condom went down part ways, but the other side wouldn't cooperate, and the condom fell off. She repeated the same maneuver and this time my penis slipped all the way sideways. "This is so tricky," Julie said. "Abby, show me how you unfurled the condom. Is the hard part getting it started?"

"Yes, Julie. You have to make sure the penis is standing up straight and won't flop over. Then put the right amount of steady pressure on the rolled-up part of the condom to get it started over the end of the penis. Then you can use your whole hand to pull it lower and lower over the cock. Let me guide your fingers."

Abby showed Julie how to set up the condom and where to place her fingers. "But first you need to get Greg harder. She's starting to go limp."

"Oh, my God, there is so much to think about!" Julie stroked my cock a few times making it harder and said, "I'm afraid to go too far and have her squirt."

"We need Greg to tell us when she's getting too close. You can't rely on your own feelings about it. You hear me Greg?" Tracy said.

"Yes, Tracy. Julie, you can keep going a bit more."

Julie continued to slide her hand up and back on my cock and I felt myself stiffening harder and harder. I had to fight moaning; the pleasure was so intense. Then I felt an early sign that I'd be on my way to orgasming and I called out sharply, "Stop! Oh, God, Julie, stop!"

"There, you see," Tracy said. "She knows better than us when she's at the edge. See how she has such a hard boner now."

Now, with the deft guidance of Abby, Julie was successful in putting the condom over my dick. "Oh, my God, Abby, thank you so much!" Julie said. "It certainly helps that Greg's boner is very hard and it's important to keep it pointing up."

Abby removed the condom and now it was Alicia's turn. She had a much more delicate approach toward my cock than Julie or Abby. She very gently held my boner up, and the gentle touch of her fingers on the underside of my penis caused it to pulse with pleasure which kept it firm. She put the condom on me and pulled it down very slowly, as if it were the most delicate of fabrics. "Oh, I think Alicia is a natural," Abby said. "She's slow and careful and makes sure that all sides of the condom go down uniformly which is one reason it won't pop off of Greg's prick."

When she was done putting on the condom, Alicia stepped back and said, "Voila!" as if she was displaying a work of art that she had made. "OK, it's my turn," Jody said and she pulled the condom off and then got her own condom ready to put on me. My penis was softening a bit and Jody forcefully wrapped her hand around it and squeezed it slightly and said, "Now stand up at attention and don't give me a hard time! Well, actually, do give me a hard time!" Somewhat comically, my penis snapped up rigidly and Jody said, "That's what I'm talking about. Good boy!"

"Did you all see how effective a nice sharp command to a boy can be?" Tracy said. "When boys brains are addled with their sexual desire, they have no resistance to girls telling them what to do. They'll do anything to get their penis inside of us, so they make a quick calculation to go along with what we want in the hope that it leads to intercourse."

Jody now forcefully pulled the condom over my prick. Like Alicia she had some trouble getting it started and Abby had to intervene to get it going, after which she was able to pull it down. "There you are! One prick in a condom!"

"Hooray," Laurie said. "Now I get to do it!"

Laurie took out her condom and said, "I love putting my hand on Greg's penis and balls." She touched them gently and they got hard. "Let's see now, I put the condom over the end of her penis and start to pull it down." With one hand Laurie put the condom on the penis and with the other holding her balls she tried to unfurl the condom. Once it started, she used two hands to pull it down a little and then immediately put her hand back on my balls. When the condom was all the way on, she held my penis and balls with two hands. "So gorgeous. I hope Larry has as nice a penis as Greg does."

Hearing the name of Laurie's boyfriend was annoying and shocked me back to the realization that boys would be coming over that night and I'd have to deal with it, somehow. Laurie pulled the condom off of me. Done with practicing their technique with condoms, the girls talked among themselves. Meanwhile, I wondered what was to come of my penis now that it had become excited several times over and now desperately needed to be released. "Excuse me, Tracy, “I said.

"What is it, Greg?"

"About my penis."

"What about your penis?"

"My balls, um, ..."

"Spit it out Greg. You're being pathetic."

"I don't want to get you mad at me, but my balls hurt."

"I'm not surprised, and unfortunately, you're going to have to wait a while before you get a release. Right now, I need you to make lunch sandwiches, serve them and then clean up the kitchen. After you've done all that, you should come upstairs and we're going to enlist your help in giving us some pointers on how to give a great blow job. Then, to finish up, you can beat off while we watch. I think we'll all learn something new from watching how you masturbate. At the least we can apply what you do to our boyfriends so that we give them a good hand job."

"Yes, Tracy," I said and curtsied. My balls would be aching for quite a while. I'd have to just tough it out.

***

After lunch and after my chores were done, I returned to the bedroom and curtsied in front of Tracy, who said, "We want your help in showing us the best way to give a guy a blow job." I had a vision of the six girls taking turns sucking on my dick and, despite the lingering pain in my balls, felt my penis stiffen in my panties. "Since you have a penis, you can suck on a penis with a better understanding of what a person needs to do to give it pleasure, than we can. You can give us a demonstration and talk about it as you do it."

"I'm sorry Tracy, but how can I suck on my own penis?"

Tracy and the girls laughed. "We've bought a strap on and you can use it to show us how you would go about sucking a dick. Lead us through your thought process in pleasuring a penis."

"No girl has ever given me a blow job," I said.

"What's that matter? Imagine that one of us are about to give a guy a blow job. We don't have penises and we don't have a really good idea of what we should be doing apart from the obvious. You, on the other hand, if you're about to give a guy a blow job, you would know what the guy is going to like. You know what feelings penises are capable of. So, demonstrate on the strap-on and we'll try to learn from you."

As I watched, Tracy took off her skirt and panties and put a strap on penis on herself. The dildo was of a size not too far off from my own penis, though perhaps a bit longer and in a permanent erection. "Get on your knees Greg and give it a good suck, and tell us what you're doing and thinking about every step of the way."

I got on my knees facing Tracy's dildo dangling from her loins. "Can I put my hands on your thighs?" I said.

"Do what you need to do, Greg."

The mere act of resting my hands-on Tracy's thighs, so as to support myself, had the effect of enflaming my passion to the point where I had a surprising feeling of attraction for the lifelike phallus in front of me. I wanted to make this penis feel good, as if it were truly a part of Tracy. I leaned in and put the tip of the dildo in my mouth and used my tongue to lick it underneath.

I broke away from the penis and said, "I put the end of the penis in my mouth and then I ran my tongue up along the bottom of the cock right up to the tip. But I don't put pressure on the top part. That doesn't feel too good." The girls were glued to the scene in front of them.

I put the penis back in my mouth and now I moved my hands around to hold onto each of Tracy's butt cheeks so that I had the leverage to move my mouth in and out over the prick. If Tracy minded me grabbing her ass, she didn't say anything. "How far in should the penis go, Greg?" Jody asked.

"I don't think it needs to go in too far," I said. "I mean there isn't a lot of feeling in the middle of the penis. I'm bringing it in just a couple of inches to the back of my throat and not so far that I gag. I'm also cushioning it with my tongue and making absolutely sure my teeth aren't touching it."

"I think that the more cock I can stuff into my mouth, the more excited I'll be," Alicia said.

"That has to do with what girls get from cock sucking which is a lot different than what the boys are getting," Tracy said.

"I heard that some girls can suppress their gag reflex so that they can take in the whole penis, right up to the hilt," Julie said.

"According to Greg, that doesn't necessarily mean it's any better for the guy," Abby said.

"Let's see how it works out for Greg," Tracy said, and she put her hands on the back of my head and pulled it in forcing the cock in further than it had been. It went in so far that I started gagging. Even though I tried to pull my head back to get the cock out of my throat, Tracy wouldn't concede any ground, until finally I stopped gagging. I had to breathe through my nose, or I'd be asphyxiated, and I felt more helpless than I had ever felt before. Tracy's control of the penis in my mouth had all my attention, and I had no way to resist what she was doing. "You see, now Greg's got the whole cock inside her mouth. So, if you like the feeling it gives to have the whole thing in your mouth, this shows that you can do it, in principle. It takes a little discipline to get over the gagging."

Tracy released me from the hold, and I took a number of deep breathes. She said, "Now show us what else feels good to a guy."

"I think holding the boy's balls will feel really good," I said, and I put the dildo back in my mouth and used one hand to touch the balls. I then took the penis out of my mouth and held it with my hand while licking the balls. "This also feels good if your fingers touch the sensitive part of the penis."

"Anything else?" Laurie said.

"The thing is, if you want the guy to orgasm, you probably need to get into a rhythm in which you rub over the underneath part at the right speed. At the start, not too slow and not too fast. But as the penis gets super hard, then you need to go faster. It's important to hit the right spot every time you slide the penis in and out of your mouth. If you miss the spot or you keep changing the spot the guy will have a harder time orgasming."

"This last piece is very interesting," Tracy said. "Most girls don't have a strong grasp of how you need to be consistent and repetitive in order to get a cock to fire off in normal circumstances."

"Yeah, I feel like it would be very helpful to see the sequence of stroking that takes a penis from a relaxed state, straight through to an orgasm," Julie said.

"Greg is going to masturbate for us using her hand," Tracy said. "That'll show us how a boy can be brought right up to orgasm by systematically stroking his cock."

"That's neat. I'd love to watch Greg masturbate, and see what the rhythm is supposed to be," Alicia said.

"Lie on the bed," Tracy ordered me.

I lay down and once again Tracy lifted up my skirt and unhooked the stockings from my garters and pulled my girdle up and my panties down, so my penis was exposed. The girls sat down around me and Tracy said, "Go ahead and jerk off, Greg, showing us your rhythm."

"First I put some saliva on my penis. It has to be wet to work." I proceeded to get my cock wet and then I gripped it with my hand and slowly moved it up and down. "You see I start kind of slow and every time my hand passes underneath near the tip, I get a jolt of pleasure. Each jolt causes my penis to get a little bit harder and as it gets harder it’s easier to slide my hand and get the pleasure."

I continued to move my hand up and back. My balls were aching terribly, but I knew that as soon as I came, they'd stop aching and I was looking forward to that. My rubbing caused my penis to get hard and as long as it gets. "You see it’s really hard now and if I want to masturbate then I need to start moving a bit faster. If I didn't move faster, it might never climax and even start to feel frustrating."

The girls watched in fascination as I slowly accelerated my hand over my cock. Suddenly, Alicia said, "Oh, let me finish the job!"

I stopped what I was doing and looked at Tracy. "What should I do, Tracy?"

"How far from cumming are you Greg?" Tracy asked.

"I'm getting pretty close," I said.

"Let Alicia take over," Tracy said. "We should note that the feeling that Greg can get from Alicia's hand touching her cock will be more powerful than that of her own hand. It's funny how Greg's penis skin knows that Alicia's hand is different than Greg's hand."

Alicia gripped my cock and slid her hand up and back. "How's this?" she asked me.

"Oh, that feels so good!" I said.

Alicia continued to slide her hand up and back. "Please, a little faster," I said, now desperate to get to orgasm.

Alicia picked up the pace of her hand and I wailed in pleasure until I said, "Oh, God, Oh, God, just a little bit faster now. Oh, oh, I can't stop myself. Oh, my God, I'm going to cum!"

Alicia speeded up her hand even more and I got closer and closer to cumming. Abby said, "Shoot it into my mouth, Alicia!" She leaned over putting her open mouth near the end of my cock that Alicia was vigorously stroking. I let out a titanic yell and I squirted cum out, mostly in her mouth, but some on her eyebrows, her forehead and her jaw. When it was all out, she put her lips over mine, stuck her tongue in my mouth and shot whatever cum was in her mouth into my own.

"Now give it back to me!" Abby said and then she put her lips back on mine. I directed the wad of cum and saliva back into her mouth. She opened her mouth, laughed, and showed everyone the cum and then swallowed it.

"That's so cool, Abby," Alicia said.

"Yeah, you can surprise your boyfriend by putting some of their load into their mouth," Abby said. "It'll really freak them out."

"That teaches them that they have no more right to expect you to eat their cum than they themselves!" Jody said.

"I think we're going to be very well prepared for tonight," Laurie said. "I can't wait until the boys come over."

I was utterly spent. My poor penis and balls were in recovery mode, while my mind was more than terrified at the thought that six guys were going to be showing up to hang out with the girls and probably have sex with them in various forms. Anywhere from kissing, to hand jobs, to blow jobs, to intercourse. I prayed that Tom would break a leg and not show up or if he did show up, Tracy would not ever let him touch her.

End, Tracy-4

Tracy - 5

by

Pamela

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The rest of the afternoon I fretted about the boys coming over for a party. If it got out of control I was the last person that would be able to stop them from doing whatever it was they wanted to do. Late in the afternoon the girls began getting ready for the evening. Tracy said to me, “You can either wear my mom’s dress or your sissy dress. Which do you want?”

This had to be the first time that Tracy had ever asked for my opinion about anything and I wondered if she meant it as a test for me. She probably figured that I would be happy not to wear the pink sissy dress and instead wear her mom’s blue dress. However, I imagined that her preference would be for me to wear the sissy dress. She liked me being as feminine as possible. If I chose the sissy dress I figured that she would be extra pleased with me and I might get some reward from her. “I’d like to wear my sissy dress,” I said to Tracy. I saw some surprise flash through her face but other than that she said, “OK, get changed and then I’ll help you with your makeup.”

I took off the blue dress and put on my sissy dress with the crinolines and reported back to Tracy. She seemed to be amused by my choosing to look like her darling little girl and I wondered if it was because she enjoyed the fact that she had so much power over me. How could she not interpret my decision as a fairly obvious attempt to curry favor with her? The bottom line was that I was insanely jealous of Tom. I was trapped into being Tracy’s sissy bitch and he would get to be her boyfriend. No matter how much of a sissy I made myself, no matter how much I was willing to do for Tracy, I was still her bitch and Tom was her boyfriend.

Just before the boys were to arrive, Tracy took me in the bathroom and worked on my makeup. While she worked she reminded me that my job that night was to flit about making sure everybody had what they wanted. When the party was over I would clean up. Her parents were not to know about the party, a goal I shared fully with Tracy. Timidly I asked Tracy, "What if one of the boys does something bad."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Spills his drink or breaks something."

"You come fetch me and I'll take care of them."

"OK, Tracy," I said.

"I expect you to be a bitch that I can be proud of tonight."

"Yes, Tracy, I will. You know I will."

Tracy was done with my makeup and she said, “Take a look at yourself in the mirror. You’re pretty.” I looked in the mirror and to my surprise I could see that she was right. I had become a pretty girl.

“I appreciate you making me pretty,” I said.

“Remember that tonight you’re a girl like Abby and the rest of my girlfriends. You’re not one of the boys. You know that Greg?”

“Yes, of course, Tracy. I’m glad I’m not one of the boys.” It was more than amazing how much I looked like a natural girl and I said, “I really appreciate you making me be the girl you want me to be.”

Tracy laughed slightly and said, “I think you have something on your mind you want to ask me. What is it?”

I don’t know what came over me except with the impending visit of the boys I thought I needed to throw a hail Mary so I said, “I was wondering if maybe someday, I know not right now since I’m your bitch, but maybe someday I could like become your …”

I couldn’t voice the word and Tracy said, “become your what?”

“Boyfriend?” I said, timidly.

Tracy laughed harder than I had ever heard her laugh until she said, “You be my boyfriend? The guy who washes my bras and panties? The guy who licks me clean after I pee? The guy who I’ve trained like a dog? The guy who does any errand I want? The guy who dresses like a little girl and allows himself to be made pretty? Is that the guy I’m supposed to take as my boyfriend?”

“No, Tracy,” I said.

“The guy whose life revolves around my cunt and the cunts of my girl friends?”

“No, Tracy,” I said.

“Shall I go on?”

“No, Tracy, you’re right. I’m only worthy of being your bitch.”

“You got that right. Now, do you have any more questions for me?”

“No, Tracy.”

“Tonight you should be available at all times to take care of any problems that arise when the girls are having sex.”

“What kind of problems?” I said, worried.

“We’ll let you know what you need to do when the time comes.”

“Okay, Tracy,” I said.

She left to get herself ready and I sat down and tried to regain my composure after her put down of my suitability of ever being her boyfriend. It was clear that there was a disconnect between my thinking that my role as Tracy’s bitch was exactly that - a role – versus Tracy’s seeing me as her actual bitch. It was painfully hard to see myself the way that Tracy evidently saw me. I would have to give up forever any fantasy that one day she and I would have a normal relationship. Not only would I have to accept Tom in her life, in the role I coveted, but Tracy alluded to my having some as yet undetermined role involving their sexual relationship. My imagination ran wild with the possible things that Tracy would want me to do with Tom and her. Could she expect me to touch his body in some way, or have me in the room when they’re having sex? That would be awful, to say the least.

While I was worrying about how the evening would unfold, I couldn’t get out of my mind Tracy’s rebuke of my asking about one day being her boyfriend. Then, all of a sudden I had an epiphany. I realized that my hoping to be Tracy’s boyfriend depended on my viewing myself as being a boy. It was also at the root of why it was challenging to see myself as being Tracy’s girl bitch. I could solve both of these problems at once, if I just accepted the fact that I was a girl. Then, I wouldn’t want to be her boyfriend – I couldn’t even be her boyfriend if I wanted to. On top of that I’d be able to accept my role more fully as Tracy’s girl bitch. The wonderful thing about this realization was that it allowed me to feel unshackled from my jealousy of Tom and the nagging feeling in my mind that I was not being true to my male self. If I believed I was a girl, then I was free of these never-ending sources of unhappiness and guilt.

I felt a rising joy in my chest. I was Tracy's girl bitch. I filled a niche in the world of girldom as Tracy's bitch. It's my place and I suddenly felt proud and happy that I now knew and accepted my role. I saw that Tracy was in the bathroom putting on her makeup and I said, spontaneously, "Oh, Tracy, I am so happy that I'm your girl bitch. I so appreciate that you let me serve you. I totally agree that I could never be your boyfriend. I’m not even a boy!"

Tracy stared at me as if she were thinking what she ought to say. Maybe she was trying to sense if I was being sarcastic or not, but then I saw the corners of her mouth turn up into that kind of smile that she has sometimes and I knew that she knew that I was dead serious. "I believe you, Greg.”

***

The girls assembled in Tracy’s bedroom to put the last touches on their makeup and hair and to compare notes on what to expect that night. Tracy said, “I know we’re all excited about having our dates here and how much sexual fun we hope to have. I can’t emphasize enough that boys are notorious for not going out of their way to make sure that their girl partners are having as much fun as they are. They can just stick their penises in and out of us for a few minutes and reach a climax, while we’re not even out of the starting gate. So don’t let that happen! Insist that your boyfriend get you ready for an orgasm.”

“What should we do if that doesn’t work out?”

“I hope in that case that you cut off your interaction and send the boy home. I’ll bet that most of us will end up like that. So if you’re still horny after your boyfriend leaves, Greg will take care of you. Use him any way you want.”

Hearing my name snapped me to attention and I now saw the complete plan for the evening. The girls would start with the boys, be disappointed by their ineptness in exciting girls, and then fall back on my expertise as Tracy’s bitch. Instead of feeling overwhelmed by the job in front of me, I felt a rise in my penis anticipating how I’d have all these lovely vaginas to lick on after the boys left. I hoped that all the boys would fail so I’d get six different vaginas all to myself.

***

At 8 o'clock the boys arrived, six of them at once. Tom, Andy, John, Larry, Abe, and Jim. I answered the door and said, “The girls are upstairs getting ready. Come sit down in the living room and let me get you beers.”

“Who are you?” one of the boys said.

“I’m Greg.”

“Greg?”

“Oh, you’re the eleventh-grade guy that Tracy made her bitch?”

“Yes, I’m Tracy’s bitch,” I said.

“You look like a girl,” Tom said.

“I am a girl,” I said, “I mean I am a girl now.”

“Tracy made you a girl?” Tom said.

“She wanted me to be a girl, so I became a girl.”

“She has that power?”

“Over me, yes,” I said.

“Why is that?”

“She’s beautiful and smart and it makes me happy to serve her and do whatever it is she wants me to do.”

“I don’t know about all that, but it’s kind of amazing how pretty you are,” Tom said. “Isn’t that true guys?”

The other boys agreed with him and I found myself blushing. “That’s very kind of you to say,” I said, “I like feeling pretty. It’s nice to hear you say that I’m pretty.” I brought out six cold beers. “I’ll tell the girls you’re here,” I said and curtsied.

I went upstairs and tapped on the door and entered Tracy's bedroom and curtsied in front of her and said, "The boys are downstairs in the living room. I served them beers." The nice flattering comments about me had an enormous effect in taking away my anxiety for the evening. Maybe they were only being polite because Tracy threatened them, but still they did seem to be sincere. Now I actually felt kind of happy for the role I’d be having at the party. I liked the girls and now I found that I liked the boys. They all thought I was a pretty girl so I could spend the evening feeling pretty. It was nice the way things turned out. Somehow Tracy had the brilliant insight that if I only just let go of my boy self and fully submit to her instructing me to be a girl, then I’d be happy. And it seems to have worked perfectly.

As pretty as I felt, the truth was that I had never seen a more beautiful girl than Tracy on this evening. She was wearing a to-die-for tight, sexy light pink top through which I could see the outlines of her bra. Besides her beauty, she exuded that animal sexiness that had captivated me from the first time I had seen her. I felt a huge swell of pride and happiness that I had the opportunity to serve her needs. I got all choked up thinking that I would do anything for her. I would dedicate myself to doing whatever she wanted me to do.

Gazing at the other girls I could see that they also were beautiful. I noticed that all six girls were wearing skirts and it passed through my mind that it must be on purpose so the boys would have an easy time gaining access to their vaginas. Tracy’s skirt was short and cute and I imagined that Tom would not be able to resist feeling up inside it to her panties and then to her beautiful shaved vagina that I knew so well.

Tracy led the girls downstairs and I followed them and watched as the boys got up and went to their dates. Tom put his arms around Tracy and gave her a kiss which she seemed to return. Then arm in arm the couples sat down on the sofas. Tracy signaled for me to come to her and I did and curtsied in front of everyone. "Get me and the girls beers."

"Yes, Tracy," I said and curtsied again. I went and fetched beers for the girls and then retired to a corner to watch the six guys with six girls making out and talking and laughing with each other. From time to time I was told to get something: a beer, pretzels, some of the snacks that Tracy had gotten. I put on music and then after a while when the beer started passing through the girls I was called to the bathroom with them to help them clean themselves up.

The lights were dim in the living room but not so dim that I couldn't see the guys feeling up the girls. A couple of the girls seemed to be feeling up the boys as well. There were sounds of moaning and an occasional gasp. Then the slurp of kisses. I found myself being jealous of all the couples. It must be nice to engage in sex with someone. One of the couples got up to find some privacy and Tracy whispered to them, "Not my parent's bedroom or mine. Any other place you find is OK."

Three of the other couples got up and then Tracy and Tom got up and she told me to follow her to her bedroom. When we got there she ushered me into the bathroom with her and I waited for her to pee and then cleaned her up. She said, “Wait outside the bedroom door in case I need you. If any of the other girls need your help you can take care of that and then come back and wait here.”

"Yes, Tracy," I said, and curtsied.

I sat down outside of Tracy’s room. I couldn’t hear what was going on inside. A half hour later Julie came up to me and said, "I need you to help me with John. He says he can’t wear condoms because they bother him so I volunteered to use my hand, but I can’t seem to get him off and I'm frustrated. Can you get him off for me?”

I looked at Julie in surprise, but was actually relieved that I now had something to do. “I don’t mind helping out,” I said. “I’ve never touched another boys penis, but I figure if his works like mine, then I should be able to get him off.” When we got to John, he was lying naked on a sofa. He said, “Hi Greg. I told Julie that I could jerk myself off now.”

“No, you should just relax and let Julie and I give you a nice orgasm.” I set up Julie gently touching Johns balls while I wet my hand with soap and water in the bathroom and then began running it slowly up and down his penis. He yelped with pleasure when I first touched him – my very first time touching a different penis than my own. His was an attractive penis which was arrow straight, a pretty decent thickness and his balls I’d say were of the cute variety. It was not hard work to slide my soapy hand up and down his shaft, making sure to hit the sensitive parts near the top. At one point in the procedure I held his cock like a microphone and used my thumb to give extra treatment to the part underneath the tip. This proved to be especially effective with John and he started making a lot of noises. At this point Julie said, “I forgot to mention, Tracy doesn’t want any cum on the sofa.”

“Of course,” I said. “Do you want John’s cum in your mouth?”

“No, Greg. I think it’s best for you to get it all. It’s one thing to get a little taste, another to get a whole mouth full of cum.”

“Okay, no problem,” I said, though this was new territory for me. I accelerated the sliding of my hand on his cock and I felt it get harder and then sort of expand a bit more and I knew he was about to shoot off. I opened my mouth and put it right in front of his cock and then suddenly as he spasmed I put my mouth over the end of his cock and felt the cum go jetting into my mouth. It wasn’t a huge amount, which made me wonder if John had beat off before he came to the party. This could also explain why Julie wasn’t able to easily get him to jerk off.

“Are you happy now, John?” Julie asked him.

“You bet. That was fantastic. Thank you Julie and thank you Greg.”

“My pleasure,” I said with the cum still in my mouth. I wondered what I was supposed to do with it and then figured I could just swallow it, which I did.

Julie gave me a hug and said, “You’re such a lifesaver. Thanks!”

I washed the soap off my hand and went back to wait outside Tracy’s door. Sometime later the door opened and Tracy told me to enter. I went into her bedroom and she said to Tom, "She’s all yours. She’ll do anything you want. If there is any problem let me know.”

“Thanks, Tracy,” Tom said. “You’re sure you have to go?”

“I explained, Tom. If you can’t get me off, then we’ll have to wait until you learn how to do so. We can try again when you think you’ve learned. In the meantime, I understand your frustration so I’m giving you the use of my bitch Greg. She’ll do anything you ask of her.” Tracy said to me, “Whatever you do, don’t get anything on my sheets.”

“Sure, Tracy, I’m happy to help,” I said and curtsied.

Tracy left and closed the door behind herself. I looked at Tom who was lying naked in her bed. “What can I do for you?” I asked.

“Like you heard, Tracy isn’t too smitten with my crummy technique. But I’m a virgin. How am I supposed to know how to fuck a girl? Besides that, we petted so much that now I’ve got blue balls. Tracy said you could help me with that.”

“Sure, I’m happy to,” I said. “What would you prefer?”

“You mean either your hand or your mouth?” Tom said.

“Yeah, I guess those are the choices. Whatever you like.”

“Well, I suppose if you don’t mind using your mouth that would be fine with me.”

"OK," I said. Ta da! I thought. With one successful hand job to my credit, now I’d get to do my very first blow job. I lay down on my stomach in between Tom’s legs and faced his penis. It was shrunken and he was holding his aching balls. “I’ll take good care of your balls so you can let go,” I said. Tom moved his hand away and I gently held his balls in one hand while I held up his flaccid cock in my other. I moved my mouth over his penis and was able to put the whole thing into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around until it found the part just underneath the tip and I gently licked him there. As I did so I found that more and more of my mouth was filling up with cock until it started to push against the back of my mouth. I had to open my mouth wider to breathe but I kept up the same sort of licking of his cock. I was no expert in what I was doing, and I had no experience in predicting the size of boners, so the fact that his penis kept getting longer and a bit thicker was all a surprise to me. When finally it reached what I guessed was its final size, it was too big to fit very far into my mouth. This didn’t seem to bother Tom since I kept up my attention on the sensitive end which did fit on my tongue. I pulled my mouth away for a second to get a good look at his member and I realized that Tom was a boy who was either blessed or cursed by having an unusually large dick. Blessed for those girls who liked big penises and especially having them put up inside themselves. Cursed for those girls whose vaginas are not a good fit for a dick his size. I imagined that Tracy was pleased with the size of Tom’s penis, but unhappy with his inability to get her own vagina to be aroused.

Anyway, as far as I was concerned, big dick, little dick it didn’t mean that much to me since I really only had to concentrate on repeatedly stroking the sensitive part that would eventually cause him to shoot off. Now that his penis was rock hard and at attention, I rhythmically bobbed my head up and down over the part of his dick that fit into my mouth - a few inches worth. Tom was feeling now both pain in his balls and extreme pleasure in his penis. As soon as he came, the pain in his balls would quickly subside. It was just a matter of getting him there. I moved my head up and down as carefully as I could to maximize his pleasure. When he did come, I’d have to be very careful to make sure that it all went into my mouth since Tracy forbade me to get any of his cum on her sheets.

I worked assiduously impaling my mouth over the top few inches of his prick, gently manipulating his balls and as he started to squirm in pleasure and moan slightly, I picked up the pace of my sucking and licking. This caused Tom to moan even louder and wiggle even more. Occasionally one of his legs jumped slightly from the pleasure. I sped up my movements even more and was sure that I was now tasting prodigious amounts of his precum until finally he explosively came with five dense squirts of cum flooding my mouth, followed by another five after squirts that were smaller but nonetheless challenging because there wasn’t much room left in my mouth for all his cum. He withdrew his penis and I licked off the end for any random drops. I had to use my forefinger to push a dribble of cum that rolled down my chin back into my mouth. While Tom collected his breath, it took me three gulps to swallow all his cum.

“I can’t believe how much cum you had,” I said.

Tom laughed, “This was to be my first time having sex with a girl. So I guess the reservoir was very full.”

“I’ll say,” I said.

“I wish I hadn’t disappointed Tracy. But you seem like you’re a pretty girl to me. So, getting sucked off by you sort of makes up for my failure with Tracy.”

“It’s a bummer that Tracy wasn’t happy,” I lied. This was wonderful news if it meant that Tracy would once again not have a boyfriend. I felt a bit guilty for not offering my insights to Tom on how to get Tracy aroused. On the other hand, I had given him a nice blow job so that was probably enough of a favor for him.

Tom gathered up his clothes and put them on. “I’ll say goodbye to Tracy,” he said.

“Are your balls feeling better?”

“Yes, they are. To tell you the truth, you might be Tracy’s bitch, but I think there are a lot of guys who would love to have you as a girlfriend.”

“You’re too kind.”

“No. I mean it. You’re pretty and you gave me an unbelievable blow job. I think you’re a natural.”

“Go on get out of here, before I give you another one!”

“I might just hold you to it,” Tom said and left.

This was an interesting experience, I said to myself. I could see that, as a girl, I could view penises as sort of interesting toys. You rub them and rub them with the goal of getting them to shoot cum out. It takes some skill and it does provide a lot of pleasure to the guy. If you enjoy the thought of giving another person some pleasure, then that was an added benefit of the game. Having experienced John and Tom’s penises so intimately, I wondered what other penises might be like. Evidently each one was a different experience, just like vaginas were. While thus reflecting on Tom’s penis and the fact I had given him a successful blow job, I noticed that I was rock hard myself. It must sexually excite me to touch penises. I supposed that was all well and good but now I was left with the problem that I would soon develop blue balls unless something was done about my boner. How nice it would be for the girls to once again practice on my penis. Unfortunately, they were past the practicing stage.

I straightened up Tracy’s bed and made sure there wasn’t any trace of cum in it. Then I went downstairs and found Tracy in the living room sitting with Abby. “Come sit down,” Tracy said and indicated the spot on the sofa next to her. I did so and she said, “Tell me about it.”

“Well I sucked on Tom’s penis until he came into my mouth. I made sure that nothing, not even one drop of his cum, got on your sheets.”

“What did you do with it?”

“I swallowed it all. It took me three gulps. It was enough to fill my entire mouth.”

Tracy and Abby looked at each other and smiled. I added, “I was amazed at how big his penis is.”

“How did you get his penis in your mouth?”

“I put in as much as would fit, like about three inches, while I was sucking on him.”

Tracy and Abby turned their attention away from me and they began talking about dates. It became clear to me that neither of them were satisfied with the boys that they had had. “They leave you horny. They have no concept of making sure that our needs are taken care of,” Abby said.

“I reached a point with Tom where I knew I wasn’t going to be getting off so I just told him I’m leaving and if he wanted I’d send my bitch to suck him off.”

“Andy wasn’t any better. He shot off into his condom after like one minute. I was just trying to get into it when he pulls off me and he’s done.” After a pause Abby said, “What am I going to do? I’m so horny.”

“You know that Greg is good with pussies. You can use her to get an orgasm.”

“Great idea.” Abby and Tracy rearranged their positions on the sofa and Abby lay on her back putting her head in Tracy’s lap and raising her legs in front of me. Tracy lifted up her blouse and bra giving Abby access to suck on her tits. Tracy said to me, “Go ahead and suck on Abby’s cunt, Greg.”

I lifted up Abby’s skirt and pulled her panties down and put my face on her vagina. Second only to Tracy’s vagina, this was the place in the universe I most wanted to be. With her legs spread apart I began licking her with earnest. Initially there were some odd tastes that I assumed came from her previous lovemaking. With my past experiences with Tracy and the other girls one could say that I knew my way around a vagina and that I’d be able to send Abby to great heights of ecstasy. While I tenderly yet forcefully zeroed in on licking Abby’s clitoris I thought of the surprising revelation that she would simultaneously be sucking on Tracy’s nipples. Maybe that meant that the two of them engaged in Lesbian sex from time to time. I did remember the time that I found that Abby had spent the night in Tracy’s bed. Perhaps they had had sex together. So all this time I had been worrying about Tracy having a boyfriend when she was clearly also into girls.

Evidently I was very good at what I was doing, because it did not take Abby very long until she had reached that phase where she needed to forcefully push my face into her pussy and swivel her hips in such a way as to rub it up and down across my lips and tongue. I don’t think I could withstand her intense pressure for very long, but I didn’t have to since she let out a series of screams and climaxed. Once again, as I had with Tom, my penis was rigid and buried within the layers of the crinolines of my dress.

Abby was breathing hard and said to Tracy, “She is very good at that.”

“Have another one then. Rest a few minutes and Greg will continue licking you. We can continue all night if you want.”

“No, perhaps a couple more would be all that I need,” Abby said.

Abby once again buried her face in Tracy’s tits and she said to me, “You can put your face back in my pussy and start sucking again.”

I once again was looking at the beautiful vagina in front of me. I swooped my face down into it and began licking her making a great effort to replicate the movements which had aroused her previously. I must say that there is something addictive about vaginas because the more time I spend with my face in one, the more I want to spend time with my face in one. It took only a matter of minutes before Abby came again in a great crushing orgasm that raised her spine off the sofa and collapsed it back down. I felt wonderfully proud of myself and was taking a victory lap of sorts in my mind when Abby said, “Go for another one Greg. Just keep up with that wonderful sucking that you’re doing.”

By this time you can imagine my mouth, jaw and tongue were beginning to get a little fatigued, but I was not willing to disappoint Abby. Instead I felt inspired to lick her even better than I had thus far. I wanted to give her such a good suck on her pussy that maybe Tracy would end up being jealous of what I was doing to Abby and then she’d want me to lick on her pussy. In my imagination, as I worked on Abby, I saw myself at school when I’d run into Tracy. She would snap her fingers at me and I’d follow her down the hall until she took me into the girls bathroom to a stall where after she peed, I’d lick her just the way I was licking Abby now. Or perhaps she’d be driving her parents car and she’d see me and tell me to get in and while she’s driving along an interstate somewhere she makes me suck on her pussy. I was brought out of my reverie by Abby putting her hand on the back of my head and forcing me to lick harder on her clitoris. I was glad to oblige, only my balls were seriously aching from having so many unrequited erections and I needed to do something about it. I snuck one of my hands underneath my skirts and crinolines to my panties and felt inside for my cock. I began rubbing on myself while also sucking on Abby and I felt in a bizarre way as if we were making love together. This went on for five minutes or so and my penis was getting very close to orgasming when suddenly Tracy said, “Greg, what are you doing?” I couldn’t really talk with a mouthful of vagina in my face, but Tracy answered her own question saying, “You’re beating yourself off while you’re licking Abby?”

Abby sat up and said, “Is that true, Greg?”

I was speechless and Tracy said, “Lift up your skirts Greg.” I lifted up my pink skirt and the crinoline underneath to reveal my cock standing at attention. I was so close to cumming and was desperate to finish. Two little touches and it would fire off and my balls would stop aching. But Tracy had me standing there immobilized not knowing what was coming next. Would she be mad at me?

“Answer me,” Tracy said.

“Yes, I was rubbing on myself. I’m so sorry.”

“What kind of bitch are you? Since when do you think of your own needs when you’re attending to Abby’s pussy?”

“It’s just that my balls ache.”

“I don’t care anything about your balls.”

“I’m sorry,” I said and fought back my tears.

“How should I punish you?”

“Whatever you want to do to me I’m sure that I deserve it, Tracy,” I said.

“What I should do is find another bitch.”

Now the floodgates burst and I cried and said to Tracy, “I beg you, please don’t replace me. I’ll never do anything bad again. Please, please, don’t replace me I beg of you.”

Tracy looked at me contemptuously and said to Abby, “Since her free hand got her in trouble, let’s just make sure she can’t use her hands.”

“Good idea,” Abby said.

They found some rope and with my arms straight over my head as I lay on my back on the floor, they tied each of my hands to different legs of a heavy dining room table and then tied my feet into metal rings built into the fireplace. Thus constrained I could not move. Tracy said, “Now you can finish what you started.” Abby lifted up her skirt and sat down planting her vagina over my face. She was turned around facing my skirts. By moving her hips up and down, Abby could now slide her pussy over my face at will. All I could do was use my lips and tongue to respond to her movements. She began sliding her vagina slowly to get it into a position she liked and then she began moving it faster and applied more pressure. It was as if she was using my face to scratch an itch on her pussy.

It was a weird feeling not to be able to move my arms and legs. Until this moment I always had the option of running back to my house and giving up my addiction to Tracy. But being constrained as I was, I no longer could flee if I wanted to. I felt helpless and exposed. Anyone could do anything to me that they wanted. They could grab my penis if they wanted and there was nothing I could do about it. Abby was now obviously getting close to another orgasm and I felt her love juices over my mouth and face. A few minutes later Abby reached a powerful orgasm as my lips were pressed against her clitoris. I felt a kind of vibration in my face as her muscles spasmed. My face was inside Abby’s skirt and I couldn’t see anything. I pulled on the constraints to see if I could release myself and found that I couldn’t. If Tracy didn’t untie me, I could never get up again from where I was. This realization escalated my feelings of helplessness and I had to concentrate on not panicking.

Abby climbed off of me and Tracy said, “Do you see what happens when you misbehave?”

“Yes, I get punished.”

“Right, Greg. You misbehave, I punish you. It’s simple. So what did you do wrong?”

“I tried to masturbate?”

Tracy’s eyes widened and she seemed to be getting angry and I said, “What I did wrong was I did something without asking you. I’m not allowed to do anything without your permission.”

I saw Tracy’s face relaxing and then she smiled. “You’re smarter than I thought you were, Greg. Yes. Bitches only do what they’re told. Other than that, they don’t do anything.”

“You’re right, Tracy. I’ll never do anything again unless you give me permission to do it.” I desperately wanted to beg her to untie me, but I was afraid to say anything that might get her upset.

Abby got up and put her panties back on and she sat down with Tracy, who made no move to untie me. A short while later the other girls drifted into the living room. When they saw me they asked Tracy what was going on. “The bitch was trying to beat off while she was sucking on Abby’s cunt, so Abby and I decided that we had to make sure she couldn’t do that again.”

“The punishment certainly fits the crime.”

“So let’s have a debrief of the evening,” Tracy said to the girls. “For me, Tom did not know how to pleasure me, so I cut off our encounter and told him to come back after he learned how to make a girl happy. Then I had Greg give him a blow job.”

Abby said, “Andy came in one minute and I was left frustrated so Greg went down on me a few times and I’m very happy now.”

“What about the rest of you?”

“Jim acted like he was an expert but he came so fast that I would have been lucky to get the one minute that Abby had,” Jody said, and everyone laughed.

“If you’re horny and you want to ride Greg’s face, go ahead,” Tracy said. “As you can see, just squat down on him and he’ll lick and suck on you for as long as you want.”

Jody said, “That could be what I need.”

“Greg’s very good at sucking on pussy,” Abby said.

“Great, I think I’ll try her out,” Jody said. She stepped out of her panties and squatted down over my face until it was hidden within her skirt. Then she began sliding her vagina over my lips.

While Jody was occupied, Tracy asked the others to say what happened. “I had trouble getting John to orgasm with my hand,” Julie said, “so I got Greg to step in and help me. He did a fantastic hand job on John so he came in no time and he even let John shoot off into his mouth without spilling a drop. Like Abby and Jody, I’m horny and I’d like to use Greg next, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course,” Tracy said. “Alicia?”

“Well, Abe came while I was putting the condom on his cock,” Alicia said. “He claims I was touching him too much and the next thing you know he squirts up into the condom so that was that. And I really do need to use Greg also. I’ll wait my turn.”

All eyes turned on Laurie. “Tell us you did good with Larry,” Abby said.

“Well, my trouble with Larry was that he never came. We were fucking for like a half hour and my vagina was starting to get tired and a bit irritated and he still hadn’t cum. I had some mini orgasms, I think anyway, so I won’t need Greg, though I certainly would like to use him some other day.”

Everyone was now distracted by the sounds that Jody was making as she forcefully came and then slowly got up off my face. No sooner had she gotten off me, Julie sat down on my face and began rubbing her vagina on me. My tongue and jaw were getting a bit numb but I liked the idea of getting to taste and feel a number of different pussies so I persevered doing my best to accommodate her. After she finally climaxed, it was Alicia’s turn. She took off her panties and her skirt and I got a good look at her vagina. Unlike the others, she had a cute muff of hair around her pussy and since I wasn’t hidden inside a skirt like I had been with the others I got to look at her very pretty ass while she drove her hairy vagina into my face. I realized now that the girls were all looking at my penis while I licked on them. They must have watched it go up when I was licking a pussy and go down when I wasn’t. What they might not realize is just how much my balls are aching. I wished someone would do something about my pent-up sexual excitement. Finally, Alicia came and my pussy-licking job seemed to be done, though I wondered about Tracy. She hadn’t been happy with Tom, but she had not made a move to have me lick her off. I wondered what that might mean.

Tracy looked at the girls and said, “So what do you girls want? It’s not that late. We could go out for pizza?”

“Great idea,” Abby said.

The girls agreed and they fetched their purses and left the room leaving me tied up. I desperately pulled on my bonds to no avail. Between my fear of being constrained and my fear of getting Tracy mad at me, I found myself crying. I heard the door close and everything was quiet in the house with me lying there. As I tugged on the ropes my arms felt like they had no strength at all. I was indeed a girl now, a weak little girl. All tied down and unable to free myself. Anyone could break into Tracy’s house and do anything to me they wanted. I could see my breasts rising up in my pink dress and I felt my pretty skirt and crinoline bunched up around my waist and my penis exposed. My panties seemed to have been pulled down to my knees. I felt sorry for myself and when my tears finally stopped I couldn’t stop the thought from entering my head that Tracy had a cruel streak inside her. Then I told myself that I deserved everything she had done to me. I knew I should have asked her for permission to beat off. Who was I kidding? I have no rights to anything. I must always wait for Tracy to tell me what I do next. I concentrated on remembering her face and her body and how much I loved her. Yes, I not only worshipped her, I loved her through and through.

An hour and a half later I heard the door open and the girls came back in. They were holding a pizza box and laughing. They sat down in the living room surrounding me. Tracy stood over me and looked down at me. I was so emotionally wound up from feeling of helplessness that I began crying. From the angle I was lying I could see Tracy’s face peering at me from just beyond her breasts. I saw her make a little fist and I shrunk reflexively from her. “Do you see how she’s scared of me,” Tracy said proudly to the girls. She was like a lion standing over the gazelle that she had run down and killed on the Serengeti.

I had reached a psychological state of morbid fear of what Tracy might do next. “The thing about bitches,” Tracy said to the girls, “is that they do whatever you want them to do. You can use them anyway you want. You own them psychologically, if not literally, because they’re too cravenly worshipful of you to have a mind of their own. Do you worship me, Greg?”

“Yes, Tracy, of course, you know I do.”

“Are you happy that you’re scared of me?”

“Yes, Tracy,” I said.

“Why is that?”

“Because it makes you happy to know that you’re scaring me and I want you to be happy.” This was the rock bottom truth. There was no humiliation I wouldn’t gladly suffer if it made Tracy happy, because her happiness meant more to me than anything else.

This whole time my penis was exposed to the world. While it had been flopped over when the girls first came back from pizza, it was now hard again. Tracy said, “You girls go up to my bedroom and get ready for bed. I’ve got some unfinished business with Greg. Just me and my bitch have got some things to work out.”

With all my travails, my anxiety and fear, now Tracy was going to punish me yet again? Why did she have to torment me in private? All my pent-up emotions came bursting out of me and I cried and struggled against the ropes and finally collapsed in frustration silently weeping with my chest heaving. Tracy was standing over me looking down at me. She seemed to be enjoying my struggle. “What would you do if you broke free, Greg?”

“You’re right, Tracy. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry.” Tracy was all-powerful and I was weak and helpless. Resistance was futile. Tracy began undressing. She took off her top and stepped out of her skirt so she was wearing a bra and panties. So was she planning on torturing me by having me have to look at her perfect body? I couldn’t help but be aware that Tracy in her underwear was a goddess. My eyes bulged as she now took off her bra and stepped out of her panties so she was fully naked. Tracy squatted down over me sitting on my stomach and put her face close to mine. “You’re a dildo, Greg, you’re my dildo and I’m going to use you to cum. What do you have to say about that?”

“Yes, Tracy. You can do anything with me you want.”

Tracy slapped me hard on the cheek so I winced in pain and she said, “I know I can. I don’t need you to tell me I can.”

“I’m sorry Tracy,” I said.

My penis was hard and Tracy squatted down over it and directed it into her vagina with no condom and began fucking me very slowly. She was facing me and I stared at her beautiful face and her amazing breasts as she steadily moved her hips forcing her vagina to slide over my cock. She worked steadily and methodologically. She knew exactly how to move to get the pleasure that she wanted. “The nice thing about dildos is that they stay hard for as long as you like,” Tracy said.

The reality of what was happening to me slowly sank into my conscious mind. I was fucking Tracy. It was hard to believe. I never thought that I’d ever get more access to her beautiful body than by licking her pussy, and now she was fucking me, albeit without my ability to do more than offer her my hard penis. The pleasure in my cock was off the charts since the physical pleasure was being combined with extreme emotional pleasure. My penis was rock hard now and I had to wonder how long I would be able to put off from climaxing. Tracy seemed to be suggesting that I better not orgasm so I drove any thought of my cumming from my mind. She kept up a steady rhythm and then she must have realized that she was getting near an orgasm and she accelerated her pumping up and down on my cock until she let out a scream of pleasure and lay down across my body with her breasts lying on my chest. My erect penis was still inside her and within a minute, Tracy propped herself back up and began fucking me some more. I think that I was able to forestall my orgasm despite the wonderful feeling of intense pleasure, because of the general fatigue of my poor penis and balls that had been through so much lately. Fortunately or unfortunately as the case may be, Tracy’s pleasure in fucking me only seemed to increase as she built up to her next orgasm. Then once again she collapsed on me and then once again worked toward another one. This time the pleasure for her had gotten so intense that she became almost frantic forcing her vagina up and down riding my cock. When she was near orgasm she said to me, “This is it bitch. Come when I do,” and she furiously moved her hips up and down and my pleasure blasted its way up to a giant crescendo of bliss and Tracy screamed with pleasure and it was finally over. Or so I thought, except that a few minutes later Tracy, pulled her hips away and looked at my collapsed penis and said, “I need one more,” and she now put her pussy over my face and had me lick her. I did so in the midst of a river of my own cum falling out of her pussy onto my mouth and face. It was very effective in lubricating Tracy’s motions so that it didn’t take much longer until she came again. Her orgasm seemed to hang in the air for a full minute as her vaginal muscles spasmed in ecstasy. I realized that I had never heard Tracy scream before and I would hold that sound in my memory for one of my most valuable possessions.

Tracy got up silently, untied me, and said, “You can sleep with the girls. She turned out the lights, locked the doors and I followed her upstairs to the bedroom.

As I fell asleep that night surrounded by the six girls I thought about the strange opposite polarity between the events of the day. The terrible pain of being ridiculed for finding out that I would never be Tracy’s boyfriend followed by the absolute joy of knowing that I was a girl. The astonishing wonder of having fucked Tracy paired with the terrifying agony of having been tied down in the empty house for what seemed like eternity. The utter delight of getting to suck on many pussies and the strange initiation into touching and sucking boy’s penises. Up was down and down was up. Left was right and right was left. Just one day of Tracy’s total control of my life with many more days to follow. What was in store for me in my future?

The End

Tracy – Finale

By Pamela

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My wondering what the future would bring next was answered the following day. I awoke amongst the girls that were sleeping in Tracy’s bedroom. I felt like I was one of them. Clearly not a girl who was a friend of Tracy’s but a girl, nonetheless. I had to wait until the girls had peed before I was allowed to. Some of them took advantage of my availability for licking their vaginas clean. A couple were on their periods and I helped them with their tampons and pads. I knew I’d be having a full day ahead of me doing the laundry for everyone, cleaning and cooking the meals. I hoped that there might be some time when the girls wanted me for their pleasure. I wouldn’t even allow myself to imagine that Tracy would want to fuck me again. If I knew that she wanted to, then I wouldn’t complain at all if she tied me up like she had done the day before.

By the time I was done peeing and washing up, the girls were heading downstairs to await the breakfast that I would make for them. Coffee, juice, whatever style egg they wanted, cereal or English muffins. I had slept in my bra and before Tracy joined the others she said, put on your pretty dress and petticoat and pantyhose. "Then I want you to run over to your house to see if there have been any messages from our parents that we ought to know about. When you come back you can make us breakfast."

I was not surprised that Tracy would have me go to my house wearing a dress. If I was seen by someone, would that matter to Tracy? After I had dressed I walked quickly to my house holding my skirts and was pretty sure no one had seen me. All was quiet inside except for the beeping of the answering machine that indicated that it had one message. I pushed the button to listen. The message had come in at midnight which seemed odd to me. A gruff man’s voice said, "This message is for Greg from Officer Scanlon of the Felt County police department. There's been a car accident involving your parents and another couple. You need to call us as soon as possible." A number was given that was the area code of the ski resort.

My first reaction was to not believe what I heard. Could it be a prank? I listened to it again and wrote down the number on a piece of paper. It definitely did not seem phony and a rising fear began filtering into my mind as I imagined that some terrible tragedy had happened. My parents were injured? How badly? Would they be in a hospital somewhere? What should I do? What can I do? The more I thought about the call the more terror gripped me. It would have to be Tracy's parents that were the other couple. I’ll have to get her to call. She’ll know what to do. She always knows everything. Tears began to stream down my cheeks and now I ran in my dress back to Tracy’s house.

I burst in on her and the girls and they turned to look at me. I desperately tried to speak coherently but with my sobbing and wailing the words came out in fragments. Tracy got up and had me sit next to her on the sofa. Julie sat down on my other side and Laurie, Jody, Alicia, and Abby came over. For the first time ever Tracy talked to me plainly. She said, "Sit down Greg. What's happened? Take a deep breath. Calm down."

"There’s a message on the answering machine. Call this number." I handed the paper with the number to Tracy. "I can't call. I'm too scared. It's the police. There's been an accident. Our parents were in the car!"

A telephone was on the table next to Tracy and she dialed the phone number. Julie put her arm across my back. I was shaking and she squeezed me gently to help calm me down. We listened as someone answered the phone and Tracy asked to be connected to the person who had left the message at my house. After a minute of waiting, we could hear a voice greeting Tracy. She listened for a long time. Every so often she said, “I see” or “Oh my God.” I felt I was near to panicking. Tracy's face got sadder and wearier during the conversation. At one point she reached out an arm and put it around me and pulled me tight against her. Her eyes were glistening as if she were about to cry. I knew that whatever had happened it was beyond terrible. I continued to sob and Tracy held me even tighter. Tracy said, “I understand. Greg’s to be responsible. Yes, that should be fine. I know you are. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone. She sat silently holding me now with both of her arms. She cried and sobbed and tears ran down her face. I felt Tracy’s chest pushed against mine. Any second I knew that she was going to say something that was too horrible to hear. I cringed as she pulled back to look at me in the eyes. Her face was contorted in grief and tears. It seemed unimaginable that I could ever see Tracy like this.

"My grandma died and when the message arrived with my parents, they had to pack up and come home. There was fresh snow on the road and their car swerved to avoid a deer and slid over an embankment. It fell fifty feet onto a rocky ledge."

"Oh, my God! How are they?"

Tracy spent some time trying to get control of her voice in between her sobs. "Both our dad's died in the accident.”

“No! No!” I cried out and covered my ears with my hands. “Don’t tell me!”

“I’m sorry Greg. I have to. Our moms were taken to the hospital in very bad condition and then they both died also."

Now everyone was crying. Tracy and I were sobbing with unimaginable grief. Abby, Jody, Julie, Laurie, and Alicia were crowded around Tracy and me crying and sobbing.

Abby fetched a box of tissues and one by one we took some and blew our noses. After what seemed an eternity, Tracy said, “I’ve got to finish saying what the policeman said. Our mom's before they died told the doctors that they wanted Greg and me to take care of each other in case they died and we became orphans. We're old enough to live as adults according to state law. Since Greg is now seventeen and older than me, our mom’s thought that he should be declared the primary responsible adult.” Tracy looked at me and said, “Ordinarily, Greg, I’d want to go along with their wishes, but clearly that’s not feasible. Our moms were unaware of the dominant role I’ve played in your life. The only realistic way to proceed is for me to be responsible for you. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure that you’re fed and clothed and housed. I’ll protect you and provide for your happiness. You’ll be my little charge, my baby, my little daughter. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Tracy,” I said.

“Good. You’ve accepted the fact that you’re my bitch so now I want you to think of yourself as being both my daughter and my bitch. Rest assured I’ll always have your best interests at heart.”

“Thank you, Tracy.”

“We’re going to be crying a lot more in the days and weeks to come. Grieving is a process that takes time. We both loved our parents. They were good people. So we’ll just have to let our emotions come when they come. But my little one, if you’re ever very sad or scared then you can always count on getting comfort from me.”

“Thank you, Tracy.”

“And we too,” Abby said. “Both of you should know that we’ll do anything for you girls.”

“You’re the greatest friends a girl ever had,” Tracy said.

Laurie and Jody squeezed onto the sofa so I was snugly sitting between Julie and Tracy. Abby and Alicia sat on the floor in front of us. I alternately cried and blew my nose as the reality of my situation increasingly fell upon me. At one point I said, “I’m so thankful Tracy that you’ll take care of me. I don’t know what I would do without you. I would be so scared. I love you Tracy and all of you girls, I love you all so much.” I completely broke down and wailed with pain and anguish.

“We all love you to,” Tracy said.

Hearing those words after all I had experienced as her bitch put my mind into a surreal zone of hope for the future. I could not be happy now, for sure, but knowing that I was loved by Tracy and the other girls gave me a path forward that would one day help me out of my grief.

***

After a while, a couple of the girls got up and made coffee and poured some orange juice. Tracy said, “Good idea. We need to eat if we’re to stay strong in the next days and weeks. Come Greg, you need to have some breakfast. We all do.”

When breakfast was over I resumed my place on the sofa and the girls made sure that they surrounded me with their love and affection. Tracy had numerous phone calls to make in order to begin the process of straightening out our lives. First order of business was arranging for the bodies of our parents to be sent back to our town and to be cremated. We picked a date for a memorial service to be held at the funeral home.

Tracy contacted our parent’s friends and the sparse, distant relatives of both of our families. Tracy spoke to a lawyer to arrange for our acquiring official custody of ourselves and for collecting the estates we inherited from our respective parents. Tracy had occasional lapses into grief and I had a steady simpering sadness and crushing hurt that stayed with me all day and into the evening.

The girls shopped for Tracy and me providing food for a week. They made us lunch and then later dinner. When dinner was over and the kitchen cleaned we gathered in Tracy’s bedroom and put on our nighties. I lay next to Tracy who put her arms around me again and held me. Whenever I cried, she’d get a lace hanky and dab at my eyes. She and I were surrounded and enveloped by the other girls. The girls talked in soft tones with Tracy and I slowly drifted off to sleep. I caught some fragments of conversation in which they talked about my future. Apart from some reference to me moving into Tracy’s parent’s bedroom and selling my house I was too drowsy to understand anything.

***

Over the next few days, Tracy and I came to grips with our mutual tragedy so that aftershocks in which we spontaneously wept became less and less frequent. The first few nights after we had gotten the news about our parents Tracy had me sleep in the bed with her. She was amazingly tender with me. She was a new Tracy. Not the stern and sometimes cruel dominatrix that had shaped me into her subservient and loving bitch. I felt like I was her daughter and she sincerely wanted to take care of me and keep me safe. On the fifth day, Tracy said it was time for me to move into the bedroom next to hers as I had been anticipating. “If you’re ever going to grow up to be a big girl, then you have to learn to sleep in your own bed and have your own room. I’m not saying that some nights I won’t let you sleep with me. We’ll keep that possibility open – and certainly on the nights when you’re scared and need to be comforted.”

I wanted to give Tracy a hug but was afraid to touch her. I said, “Can I hug you, Tracy?”

She looked at me slightly surprised and then said, “Yes, you may.”

I couldn’t get over how nice the new Tracy was to me. I would have gladly been her bitch forever, but being her daughter was even better. It was ironic that it took my becoming an orphan and Tracy my mom, for her to show some kindness towards me.

“All of my mom’s clothing will be yours together with your mom’s clothing. Together you’ll have a formidable collection of bras, panties, girdles, slips, stockings, pantyhose, corsets, body suits. Really, anything you can think of in the lingerie department. There are also many filmy and sexy nightgowns of different colors. I can’t count the number of dresses, skirts, and blouses you now have to choose from. You also have the two beautiful wedding dresses that our moms were married in. There are dozens of pairs of shoes from flats to stiletto heels. There are many perfumes to wear, make-up, handbags, and everything else.”

I was especially happy that I could wear my own mom’s clothing. It would make me feel closer to her spirit. Especially wearing her bras and girdles would allow me to enter into the most intimate part of her being. I hoped that she was up in heaven and could look down and see me in her clothes. It might bring her joy.

Tracy continued, “We’ll hold onto some of your boy outfits if for some reason you need them. For example, you’ll have to meet the social worker as Greg, and until that happens you’ll be going to school dressed as Greg.”

“So later I’ll be wearing a dress to school?”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t clear. After the social worker approves our living arrangement you’ll drop out of school. There’s no point in you going since your life will be devoted to taking care of me, my friends, the house, and anything else I need done. You’re old enough to legally quit school. I suppose you can take the GED exam if you’d like.”

I thought about what Tracy said. “What do I have to say to the social worker?”

“Make it clear that you’re the responsible adult around here. You’re 17 now. At 18 you’re legally an adult, but the state will tolerate our living arrangement for a year to keep us out of the foster care system. Just don’t mess up.”

“What would happen?”

“Probably take you away from me!”

“That’s terrible! Will you help me prepare?”

“Yes. Once we know when they’re coming. I’ll coach you.”

***

My first night in my new bedroom the girls joined Tracy at my bedside as she was putting me to sleep. Tracy came over and kissed me on the forehead and sat down next to me on the bed. “Are you ready for nighty-night?”

“Yes, Tracy,” I said.

“That’s a very pretty gown you’re wearing,” Tracy said. “It was a favorite of my mom’s.” I could hear Tracy’s voice choking up.

“It’s the prettiest gown I have. It has the loveliest shade of pink and the fabric is so soft. The ruffles on the shoulders are a favorite of mine.”

Tracy collected herself and showed me a book that she had been holding. It had a funny picture of a young girl on the cover. The title suggested that the book was sort of a guide for young girls that are growing up and into puberty. “I want to read to you every night before you go to sleep, Greg, now that we’re going to be living together. Would you like that?”

“You know I’ll love that Tracy!”

“Good. I picked out a book that’s good for moms and their daughters to read together. It tells about the changes that go on in a girl’s body when she enters puberty. I know that you know a lot already about bras and periods and lots of things that girls do, but it’ll be good for you to relearn these things the way girls normally do. This also serves as a useful way for me to fully get into the role of your mother and you into the role of my little girl.”

“But I’m still your bitch?”

“Yes, as I said. You’re always going to be my bitch. But now when it suits me you’re going to also be my daughter.”

“I understand.”

Tracy began reading the story to me. The other girls sat around me on the bed. The story was about a nine-year old girl, Debra, who was dreading the changes to her body that would soon be coming. After some puzzling about what could be bothering her daughter, Debra’s mom realized that she must be seeing the changes in other girls in her class and the time had come for her to tell her about what to expect. I found the story mesmerizing. I wished that I could be Debra and then I realized that I already was Debra in a sense. We both had moms that wanted to teach us about what happens to girls as they become women.

When Tracy was changing pages, I said, “I’m like Debra, aren’t I?”

“Yes, Greg, you are.”

“Can you call me Debra? Can you change my name to Debra? Or do I always have to be Greg?”

Tracy looked at me for a minute thinking and said, “What do you think girls? Should we call Greg ‘Debra’ from now on?”

“I think it’s a great idea,” Abby said.

“If she wants to be called Debra, then I think we should,” Laurie said.

“She’s like a little niece to all of us,” Jody said, “so calling her Debra makes perfect sense.”

“Then it’s settled,” Tracy said. “From now on you’ll be Debra.”

I was so excited and happy that I clapped my hands together and thanked everyone! Tracy resumed reading the story. Debra asked questions of her mommy. “When will I need a bra? Do I wear it every day? What kind of bra will I have to buy? Will my breasts grow to be big? Is it bad if boys see my bra? Will milk come out of my breasts? What is a period? Why will I have a period? Do boys have periods? Do periods hurt? What are tampons? What is pubic hair? Will I have hair in my arm pits?” Debra asked lots and lots of questions, and Tracy made a joke at one point about putting tape over her mouth. But Debra’s mother patiently answered all her questions. By the end of the book, Debra had grown more and more confident that she understood the changes that were coming to her and that she’d be able to deal with them without being afraid. I was very sleepy by then and Tracy kissed me on the forehead again and turned out the light. She then said, “One minute” and she left and then came back holding a soft doll in a pretty dress that was about a foot and a half high. “Take my old dolly for comfort,” she said and helped me tuck it against my chest with my arm around it. “I’ll leave the door open an inch so you won’t be afraid.”

“I love you mommy.”

“I love you Debra.”

Then she and the girls left the room. I held the dolly tightly against me and noticed that it had a faint perfumy smell.

Lying in bed I let the thought that I was Debra percolate through my mind. It was nice to have a name that fit my identity. Tracy’s daughter. My mom had been replaced by Tracy. I felt sorry that now that I had a mom, Tracy didn’t. That was terribly sad. On the other hand, if there was anyone I knew who was strong and independent and very smart, it was Tracy. I felt inspired by her self-confidence, by her seeming to always know what to do in any situation. It’s amazing how Tracy knew me inside and out from the moment I went to fetch her panty that the wind had blown out of her laundry basket. She could see my need for her to control me, especially to fulfill my need to be useful for girls. She was so generous with her time to allow me to lick on her pussy and that of her friends. To allow me to help them with their periods and to help make their lives easier by doing the chores for them. In all of these things, Tracy always knew to do the right thing for me. And then the party where she somehow knew that I could be the lynchpin in keeping the boys satisfied after the girls had gotten tired of their inexperienced love making.

I remembered back to how she had tied me down knowing that it was the perfect preamble to having my body to ravish for her own pleasure. She understood how to get the biggest boners out of me and to keep them hard for the longest time. And now, finally, she saw how I would make the perfect daughter to her. Here I’ve gone from the greatest sadness in my life, to the greatest happiness!

***

When I returned to school after the holiday break, my teachers and classmates had heard about the tragedy that had befallen me and Tracy. They bent over backwards to be helpful to me. The few times I felt a need to cry everyone was respectful of me. The truth was that all during classes I longed to be Debra. That was who I was now, for good or bad. I became anxious for the visit of the social worker to be over so I could begin my new life. I wanted to be Tracy’s daughter Debra and take care of Tracy’s needs. My ambition was to become a homemaker of sorts. Tracy would provide for me the way a husband might and I would take care of the domestic chores. If she were ever to give me a baby to take care of, then I’d be glad to do that for her.

A few weeks later we received a letter concerning the visit of the social worker. It was to be in the late afternoon on a school day. Tracy had me put boy clothes on top of the girl clothes in my dresser so they would be hidden. In a portion of the closet we put some boy clothes, and if I was asked about the many dresses hanging there I was to say that they were our mom’s. We will donate them to a charity when we are fully done with our grieving..

When the social worker showed up, she asked me just a few perfunctory questions. Her main interest was in convincing herself that Tracy was comfortable with the arrangement. Tracy dressed in an uncharacteristically prim dress with a high collar and acted as if she were a chaste and modest young lady. The house was immaculate and I’m sure we both made a great impression on the social worker. A few weeks later we received a letter announcing that I was now Tracy’s official guardian until she turned eighteen. It outlined resources we could take advantage of financially and otherwise if we ran into economic or other difficulties. In fact, with the sale of my parent’s house and some modest life insurance policies, we had a cushion against hardship for a couple of years. After that, we’d have to come up with a plan.

The girls came over to celebrate Tracy’s and mine official freedom. “Now that no one is going to be looking in on us,” Tracy said to me, “it’s safe for you to settle full time into your new role around the house.”

“Gladly, Tracy. Tomorrow I’ll drop out of school. I’m looking forward to being Debra all the time.”

“Now we can store away your boy clothes. Gather them up tomorrow.”

“As soon as I come home from school.”

***

When I announced that I was dropping out of school the guidance counselor was initially upset, but calmed down when I explained that I’d get my GED. The way I figured it, I’d actually be ahead of my classmates and could start community college a year earlier. I did feel a bit anxious about leaving school, mainly because I doubted that my parents would have approved of that. But Tracy was my mom now, and I wanted to please her, so there was nothing that I could do about it even if I wanted to. Surely my parents would understand why I’m happy to devote my life to Tracy. A girl as beautiful and charismatic as her deserves my devotion.

Now that I was home all the time, I was able to settle into a routine in which I made breakfast and dinner for Tracy and sometimes lunch. I did the laundry and cleaning. With her encouragement I learned how to sew so I could take care of any loose hems or missing buttons. Tracy showed me how to take care of her shoes and I looked forward each month when I could take each of her heels one by one and polish them. I gave the same care to her clothing. Keeping it neat in her drawers and closet. Ironing the clothing that needed it.

To be able to go shopping, Tracy and the girls worked intensively with me on clothing and makeup so that I would readily pass as female. A key part of my outfit was a padded girdle that gave me a woman’s ass along with large silicone breasts. My figure in a tight dress or even with jeans and a tee shirt would never be mistaken for a man’s. My hair had grown out fully by this time so it was a simple matter to create a hairdo that accentuated the girlishness of my face. After some practice around the house and then out into the nearby neighborhood I summoned up my resolve and went to the grocery store to shop. I used the newly installed self-check lane to avoid close attention from the checkers. I wasn’t sure if they could see the Greg lurking behind my girlish persona, but I didn’t want to risk that they could.

About once-a-week Tracy invited me to spend the night in her bed. I think she really enjoyed the role of mother and it was fun for her to pretend that she was giving her little girl a special treat. I treasured these nights because they helped to sate my never-ending desire to be with Tracy and to see and touch her body.

When I was in bed relaxing and looking at Tracy my heart would be filled with love and admiration for her. She might be working on her laptop, and while she did she might reach out with her hand and encircle my penis. The pleasure would be intense and I would quietly close my eyes and let Tracy do what she wanted to do. Once she told me that holding onto my cock helped her to study. I thought that was pretty fortunate for me.

Invariably my cock would develop a boner and Tracy would begin stroking it. She could both stroke my dick and work on her computer at the same time. She’d put some spittle on her palm and work her hand up and down on my cock causing me great pleasure. Like everything Tracy did, her skill in massaging my cock was exceptional. I quickly lost control of myself and moaned and cried out in ecstasy. She knew how to control the speed of her hand so that it systematically brought me up closer and closer to an orgasm until I shrieked and spewed out into her hand.

While cleaning me up, Tracy said, “It’s fun to play with your dick. Especially the jerking off part. I’m going to offer it to the other girls to play with. Some of them could use practice in jerking guys off.”

Tracy wasn’t going to get any complaint from me about that!

“Jerking you off has made me a bit horny, but I’m tired. In the morning we’ll figure out a way for you to pleasure me.” She closed her computer and turned out the light.

“Okay, Tracy,” I said, and whispered, “I love you.”

She didn’t say anything and I spent some time wondering how Tracy would use me for her pleasure in the morning. While I entertained these thoughts I fell into a deep sleep.

***

I woke up the next morning and looked over at Tracy sleeping next to me. Her face exquisitely beautiful and my heart pounded with my love for her. While staring at her she awoke and noticed me. Her eyes locked on mine and she said, “I remember now that I went to bed horny. Playing with your dick is a lot of fun.”

I watched Tracy’s face as she seemed to be thinking. Then she got up out of bed, took her nightgown off over her head and then took off panties that she was wearing. She went to a closet and returned with a large thick beach towel. She pulled the blanket off of me and told me to stay on my back. She arranged the towel underneath my head and shoulders and said, “That should do it.”

I had no idea what she was up to, when she said, “I have to pee badly, Debra. It’s been a whole night. But I’m also terribly horny. I think that before I pee I had better take care of my horniness.”

“Can I help?” I asked even though I knew the answer.

“I think so. I need to rub my vagina and clitoris on your face until I cum. That should do it.”

“I love doing that. I could lick your vagina all day long if you let me.”

“I know.” Tracy got up and straddled me with her legs and slowly brought her vagina to my lips. “Go ahead and lick me. I’ve got to be careful not to pee.” I used my tongue to hungrily lick Tracy’s labia. Almost immediately she pushed her vagina down a bit harder onto my lips and slowly moved her hips up and back. “Damn. I’ve got to pee something awful,” she said as she steadily rubbed her pussy over my mouth. “Oh, God, I really have to pee.” Tracy was getting more and more worked up and excited by sliding her clitoris against my face and pushing down. She moved it a bit faster and said, “It’s so hard to keep the pee in. I’m really trying, Debra. I don’t want to pee. I’ve got to hold it. Hold it. Hold it.” She shoved her vagina even harder onto my face and now flung it up and back dragging her clitoris and vagina over my lips. “My bladder is bursting Debra.” She rubbed herself harder and harder and now loudly called out, “I’m sorry, Debra, it’s hard to keep it in. I’m trying. I’m trying.”

Then while her hips and vagina vibrated up and back over my face, Tracy began peeing on me in small bursts. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m trying to keep it in! You understand?” Small hot jets of her pee shot out onto my mouth, lips and nose and ran over the side of my face onto the towel. Tracy got further and further wound up in her pleasure and ecstasy in a way that I had never seen before. It was clear that rubbing her pee swollen genitals against me caused an incalculable escalation in her pleasure. She kept at it, squeezing her pussy against my face with her urine soaking me and herself while moaning and apologizing for her lack of bladder control. Then, an extremely powerful orgasm took over her entire body and her loins trembled for a half a minute as she kept yelling “Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God.” When she was done she sat over me panting and attempting to catch her breath. I thought she was done, but to my surprise she resumed her use of my face to stoke her pleasure. This time it didn’t take her long to reach a second massive orgasm that was accompanied by a strong stream of pee as her body shook. She grabbed the towel, pulled it out from under me, wiped the pee off my face and tossed it across the room onto the bathroom floor. She collapsed on top of me and rolled to my side. “I couldn’t control myself, Debra.”

“I was thrilled to be able to help you.”

“I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time. It creates impossibly powerful climaxes. Your cute face is so perfect to rub against.”

“I’m happy that I could be of help, Tracy.”

***

In the weeks and months that came, Tracy completed her senior year in high school and applied to college. I enjoyed taking care of the house, cooking, shopping and otherwise being available for Tracy’s needs. Monday through Friday we were together before and after she was at school. Tracy was a straight A student with the ambition of going to law school and most evenings she took care of her homework and studying before she partook of the services I could provide. I learned that her pee fueled cunnilingus was reserved usually for the morning when she woke up. She preferred having a full bladder if she was going to get that pleasure from me. Occasionally if she drank a lot of coffee and just happened to be horny she might call me into the bedroom for an impromptu orgasm. I didn’t mind putting down my vacuum cleaner or mop to lie in her bed and let her use my face as she saw fit.

I continued to miss my parents terribly and every so often an aftershock would roll through my mind and I’d cry. Tracy was astute enough to offer me comfort during these times by holding me and making me feel loved. I also was extraordinarily happy that I could be a big part of Tracy’s life. She did start dating after a few months and even bringing guys back to the house. She introduced me as her roommate Debra on these occasions. Sometimes I’d make a dinner or pack a picnic basket for Tracy and her date. The times that she took her boyfriend into her bedroom and closed the door were the hardest on me. I could hear her muffled screams as she orgasmed and I’d imagine that the guy was having intercourse with her. I knew that my life will always have to fit around hers. Tracy is a free spirit who passes through life living exactly as she wants. I was meant to serve her and to be happy for the times I did get to have intimate contact with her.

At the end of the school year Tracy was valedictorian of the high school. She had been accepted in the local university on a scholarship. Tracy handled all of our money and she said that for the summer we should have a swimming pool with a privacy fence around it put in the backyard. She envisioned that it would be fun for her and our friends to lie about the pool sunning themselves and cooling off in the water during the long hot summer days. I’d be welcome to join them in either my bikini or my one-piece bathing suits.

Tracy said that to afford the pool, I would have to get a job. Otherwise we’d be in danger of running out of money. The one obvious marketable skill I had was being a maid, but Tracy thought that that would not provide enough income to live the way she wanted to.

Tracy brought the girls over one night to brainstorm solutions. One idea was to rent out some rooms. That might take care of the mortgage but Tracy wasn’t enthusiastic for sharing our lives with strangers. I was just returning from the kitchen to deliver beers to the girls when I saw they were looking at me. Tracy said, “Debra, after some thought, we realized that you have a marketable skill that could solve our financial problems. A skill that should more than enough pay our expenses and allow us to stay living here.”

“That’s great news. What’s my skill, Tracy?” I said, not having any idea what she was referring to.

“You’re gifted in pleasuring women and men. Do you remember the party just before our parents died? You gave a blowjob to Tom that he talked about for months afterwards. Also the hand job you gave John changed his whole life. The girls and I will find you customers that will pay you to do whatever they prefer. It could be fucking, or blowjobs or hand jobs. Really anything.”

“You really think I’m skilled enough to do that?”

“Absolutely. The girls and I have even brainstormed a pricelist for your services.”

“Pricelist?”

“Yes. For example, a simple hand job on a boy will be $50. A hand job with some licking of the penis would be $75. Complete blow jobs start at $100. Addons raise the price. For example, sucking the balls also, add $15. Cumming into your mouth add $20. To have you restrained generally doubles the price. Blindfolding you is extra. Treating you roughly triples the price, though no marks are to be left on you. We’ll also entertain special requests and figure out the price when we hear what the customer would like to do.”

“Can I wear my pretty dresses while I work on the boys?”

“Of course. You’re Debra! They might want you wearing just a bra and panty or have on a garter belt and stockings. You never know. Some boys might want you to pretend that you’re a boy and even have you dress as a boy.”

“Will there be girls who pay for me too?”

“I was getting to that. We’re not expecting a lot of business with traditional fucking. Except perhaps with married women looking for a little diversion. They’d pay $150 for a fuck if they’re on top and extra for you on top. Licking on their pussies will be $50, but if they want you to make them cum then we charge $25 per orgasm additional. Probably we’ll have to have a time limit. Some women are harder to please than others. You don’t want one that’ll take all day.”

I imagined how tired my jaw might become. “I hope I can please the women.”

“A good part of the business is likely to be fantasy reenactments. Girls and boys will pay for an experience that they can’t get with their regular partner. Guys might want a blow job because their girlfriend refuses to do it. Girls might want to tie you up, whip you and otherwise dominate you. These are things that many guys would not let their girlfriends or husbands do to them. In the same way, some girls might want to pee on you. We’ll have to charge a lot for that. The thing is, for a price, we’ll have you do kinky things that couples are reluctant to do for each other.”

“How much money do we need to make?”

“A few thousand a month. Of course it’s tax free.”

“Girls who refer customers get a 10 percent kickback. You’re liable to get tips which you’ll give to me. This has a great chance of solving our problems. It’ll pay for my tuition at law school and keep a roof over our heads besides keeping us well fed. When I graduate law school and land a job, we can think of shutting down the business, unless you want to keep it up.”

“When will this start?”

“As soon as possible. I’ll manage your calendar to set up your schedule. It’ll vary day to day by what the customers want. You’ll also have to change sheets after each customer. There will be quite a bit of extra laundry. Do you have any questions or concerns?”

I thought a minute and said, “What if one of the boys or girls wants to hurt me?”

“They’ll be told what the limits of their fantasies may be. If one of them gets overzealous we’ll take care of them. There will always be someone in the house while you’re working so you’re not alone. Having said that, some customers might get off watching you suffer psychologically. For example if you’re tied up and so forth. In those cases I expect you to allow yourself to be swept up in their fantasy so they get the fun they’re seeking. Physical pain is only allowed within reason. Playful whipping, nipple tweaking, that kind of thing.”

The girls talked long into the night plotting how they would set up the business and find customers. I went to my room to sleep. On the one hand I was quite pleased that I’d be the one to enable Tracy to go through college and law school. On the other hand I was terribly scared that I wouldn’t be very good at what Tracy thought I was good at.

***

I didn’t have to wait long to find out if my skill was up to the level that Tracy thought it was. Two days later I got my first customer. It was a shy college student named Ernie who had never had a woman touch his penis. For fifty bucks he was desperate to get past this bugaboo. He elected also to pay extra to cum into my mouth. He thought that it would be a step toward getting his first blowjob. His only preference in how I should dress was that I should be as pretty as possible, so I made sure to have on a party dress with my full crinolines.

It was a bit awkward when Tracy ushered Ernie into my bedroom. We both knew what he was there for but we initially acted like we were on a blind date and had to introduce ourselves to each other. I realized that it was my job to make him feel comfortable so I said, “Sit on the bed Ernie and relax. Let me help you take off your pants.” I undid his belt, button and zipper and he stepped out of his pants. He was wearing black boxers underneath and I could see that he was already excited in anticipation of what I was about to do. I pulled down his boxers to his ankles and he kicked them off and sat on the bed. “You can sit up or lie down, whatever you like.”

“I’ll sit up so I can watch you do it. That excites me.”

I sat back next to him and tucked my skirts away from his penis. It was about half erect now with a downward bend in it. “Can I put my arm around you?” Ernie asked.

“Sure Ernie.”

“Thanks.” He reached his arm across my shoulders and held me. I’m pretty sure that his touching me caused his penis to stiffen a bit more. It was now almost straight and pointing up. He had his legs spread so that it wasn’t hard to lift up his cock and see his balls. I held them in one hand while grasping his penis with my other.

“Damn that feels good. I wish Carol could do this. She’s my girlfriend but she won’t touch my penis. I’ve asked her many times to beat me off but she just won’t do it. I’m glad that you don’t mind touching my dick. You really understand what to do. Right now I’m jumping out of my skin with pleasure.”

Ernie’s cock had reached its longest and straightest extension and it was a relatively easy matter to slide my lubricated hand up and back making sure the sensitive areas got some nice attention. I even put in a little twist of my hand which invariably caused Ernie to moan in pleasure.

“What do you think of my cock?” Ernie asked me.

“It’s a very nice one,” I said.

“No really. What do you think?”

“It’s pretty big and kind of thick also. That probably sets it apart from other dicks.”

“Is it beautiful?”

“Definitely, Ernie. The first time I saw it I knew that you had an especially attractive penis. Your balls are very impressive. They’re nice balls. You’ve got nice balls. You should be proud of them. I like touching them and holding them. Letting them gently fall through and around my fingers.”

Ernie gasped at the pleasure I was giving him. “Keep talking. I’m desperately trying not to cum this quickly. You’re so good you’re driving me to the edge. Your talking helps distract me so I won’t cum just yet.”

“Like I said, Ernie, you’ve got great balls, but your penis is the best. Holding your penis is really holding a significant cock. I mean it’s so long it’s like I wonder if I’ll ever reach the end when I stroke it with my hand.”

Ernie laughed. “You’re humoring me.”

“No. You’ve got the kind of cock that girls absolutely hunger for. Imagine how they’ll feel when you slide that big, straight thing of yours up their pussies?”

“I wish you would tell Carol that.”

“But you still see her even though she frustrates you?”

“Oh, yes. I’m crazy about her, but she doesn’t want to be rushed.”

“I don’t know how she can resist this beautiful cock of yours.”

“Thank you, Debra. You’re the best. Now I think you better finish me off. It’s so fucking great the way it feels.”

“OK, Ernie. You want to cum into my mouth, so I’ll scoot down and get my face ready to receive your effluent.” I slid down and positioned my face a few inches from his cock and returned to rubbing on it. I picked up the pace establishing a rhythm in which the pleasure continued to grow from one stroke of my hand to the next. I could see that Ernie was seriously leaking pre-cum. I slid my hand faster and faster to capture the wave of pleasure as it ran toward a climax. I don’t really know why I sensed exactly when Ernie was about to cum, but I did and was able to open my mouth and move it directly in line with his rigid and swollen cock just as a large jet of bright-white semen shot directly into my mouth followed by a half dozen more.

“That’s so great!” Ernie said, “Don’t swallow yet. I need to get a picture.” He got his phone and took a picture of my open mouth filled with cum. “I’m going to show this to Carol. It might convince her to go the next step with me.”

“Really?” I said.

“It shows that she’s missing out on all the fun.”

“She might get jealous.”

“I don’t think so. She encouraged me to come here.”

I gave Ernie a ratings sheet to fill out. Tracy said that this would be a way of making sure that I tried my best with the clients.

***

After Ernie had left, Tracy came in to find out how it went. “Ernie said he’s very pleased and gave you five stars. You seem to be off to a great start.”

“Thank you, Tracy.”

“Your next appointment is in an hour. Remember to change the sheets. If you need to change your outfit I’ll let you know.”

And then all of a sudden I realized what was happening. I don’t know why I didn’t fully realize sooner what Tracy’s moneymaking scheme was all about. I guess it was the starkness of how I had to stay in my bedroom and have random people come in and have sex with me. The truth was that I had become a whore and Tracy was my pimp. I debated whether I should say anything to Tracy. I was scared of getting her angry with me. Finally I knew that I had to say something, so I said, “I’m a prostitute, right?”

Tracy stared at me for a long time. It seemed like she was thinking what to say. Finally she said, “You’re right. I don’t feel great about it, but there’s no other option here is there? Either you earn us some money, or I lose my future. When I’m a lawyer, I’ll make enough money for you and me to live luxuriously. So, eventually your sacrifice will pay off.”

“I think you misunderstood me. I didn’t mean to imply that it’s bad that you’ve made me a whore. If that’s what it takes to pay for you to go to college and law school, then I’m more than happy to do it. I just hadn’t fully realized that I was becoming a prostitute. As long as my experiences are good, like they were with Ernie, then it’s actually kind of interesting to have different sexual encounters with men and women.”

“I’m glad you said that. You’re a wonderfully sexy and responsive girl. I do believe that you can give our customers a lot of pleasure. Why shouldn’t you have the opportunity to do that? Of course, I hope that you allow yourself to take pleasure from your experiences. Did you enjoy playing with Ernie’s cock? If so, take full advantage of that. You have my permission and blessing.”

As always, Tracy could see further than I could. While I was now a whore, I should try and get pleasure from each of my encounters. That was an interesting proposition. Maybe for some of them it would be easy to take pleasure. For others, I had doubts. I didn’t mind rubbing on Ernie’s cock for example, and I even felt a sense of pride in my skill. But was it pleasure? It would never be as pleasurable as when Tracy used my body to fuck me or to rub her pussy on my face or even just to hold me. It was those moments that made it all worthwhile.

***

An hour later a girl named Molly who had been in some of my classes in high school entered my room through the open door. She was a bit thicker boned than Tracy’s friends and she was not especially attractive, though she was very well endowed.

She looked me over and said, “You used to be a boy, didn’t you? We went to school together.”

“Yeah.”

“I remember. You dropped out.”

“I got my GED.”

“You quit school to be a whore? That’s weird, but to each his own, I guess. Tracy says that I can have access to your penis for an hour.”

“What would you like me to do?”

“It’s really kind of cute the way that Tracy dresses you. It’s like you’re her little sister? Am I right?”

“Yeah. Tracy wants me to be pretty and I like being pretty.”

“I dressed the way you are and had tea parties and played with my dollies when I was about four or five years old.”

“Tracy and her friends like me being a little girl. I’m happy to do as they wish.”

“I guess as long as you like being a little girl it’s cool. Anyway I’m really curious to see what’s inside your panties. How do we get to them inside your skirts?”

“I’ll take off my girdle and stockings and then I can pull down my panties.” I unhooked my stockings and carefully took them off. Then I undid my girdle and wiggled out of it.

Then Molly said, “Hold up your skirts and I’ll pull down your panties.”

I gathered up my skirts and held them while Molly carefully pulled down my panties. “Oh my God,” Molly said and laughed. “So that’s what a penis looks like. It’s a funny looking thing, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know about funny. I admit they do look kind of odd.”

“I guess it’s limp now right? I mean that’s not it’s full size, is it?”

“Yes, it’s kind of limp right now. It will get bigger when it gets stimulated.”

“You mean a boner?”

“Yeah.”

“How can I get you to have a boner?”

“There’s different ways. You can touch it in the right spots, or you could do something sexy. When I see girls in their underwear or naked I can often get a boner from just looking at them.”

“Really? Boys are that simple?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“What else gives boys boners?”

“Some boys get boners when girls are tough on them. Order them around, tie them up, hit them. Things like that.”

“What about you?”

“I guess maybe.”

“That’s interesting. Maybe in the future I’ll try that. For now, I’ll take my skirt and top off and see if that gives you a boner.” Molly stripped down to her bra and panties. Both were white and rather plain. Her large bosoms were pretty exciting to look at. I liked the way her bra had to contend with keeping them up. She stared at my penis which grew a little because it was erotic to see her in her underwear, but it wasn’t exactly the kind of view that would arouse me to a boner.

“I think you got a bit bigger, but that’s not a boner is it?”

“You’ll know a boner when you see it. It’s quite rigid.”

“Why doesn’t my underwear give you a boner?”

“There’s no lace. It’s kind of plain. I respond strongly to lace. Look at my bra and panty. They’re much prettier than yours.”

“Interesting. So if I go out with a boy I should wear pretty underwear?”

“Yeah. It could help a lot if you take your clothes off. I also think girls can feel good about their bodies when they wear pretty underwear. I think boys can feel the same way in nice boxers.”

“I’ll try and get you a boner using my hand.”

Molly proceeded to touch my penis in a variety of ways. I talked her through what would make me feel good and she turned out to be a good listener. She worked on my shaft assiduously bringing it ever closer to cumming. Tracy had reminded me that Molly was paying 50 dollars per hour for giving me a hand job. If I was to cum, then she’d owe another 20 dollars.

“You’re getting me close to cumming, Molly. It’s kind of amazing what a fast learner you are.”

“Thanks, Debra. It’s just that I’ve been psyched to learn about penises. If I make you cum, then I have to pay an extra twenty dollars?”

“Yeah. I think that’s what Tracy wants.”

“I’d like to stay the full hour, but won’t get you to orgasm. Could you let me know when to stop?”

“Sure. Actually, you better stop now at least for a few minutes.”

Molly stopped sliding her hand on my cock and I felt myself returning from the brink of cumming.

“Can I keep touching it?”

“Yes. If you don’t want it to get close to cumming again, then avoid the end of my penis. You can play with the rest of it. That feels good. You can play with my balls if you like, though you should be gentle with them.”

“What about your prostate?”

“Yeah that’s a source of pleasure, but you know where the access is?”

“Is it up your asshole?”

“Yeah.”

Molly opened up her purse and took out a long relatively thin, white plastic vibrator. “I’ve got my vibrator with me. Can I put it up your asshole and see what it does to you? What does that cost?”

“Tracy never mentioned a charge for that. I guess it’s free.”

“Good. I’ll turn the vibrator on your prostrate and hold your penis at the same time.”

“You probably ought to lubricate your vibrator.”

“Of course. I have some lotion with me.”

“It might make me lose control of my cumming.”

“Do I still have to pay if I don’t want you to cum but you cum anyway?”

“I don’t know.”

“We’ll sort that out later. Right now I’m anxious to see what the vibrator does to you.”

Molly covered her vibrator with a lotion and turned it on. It made a low buzzing sound and she felt around with it until she hit my rear hole and then gently began working it inside me. I just about leapt out of my skin. The pleasure was new and intense and Molly laughed seeing what a powerful effect it had on me. Then with her free hand she grabbed a hold of my boner and began stroking me. The two complimentary pleasures caused my hips to rock back and forth as waves of pleasure ran through me from both sides.

“How’s that? Molly said.

I made some strange gagging sounds as I battled to not immediately cum.

“Does that mean it feels good?”

I nodded my head.

“Go ahead and hold my breasts, Greg,” Molly said.

I put my hands over the cups of her bra and felt her large boobs. It was too much for me. I closed my eyes and felt myself squirting semen everywhere as my entire body shook with pleasure. I had to worry about my heart, my spasming was so intense.

“My God, Greg, you’ve got your stuff everywhere.”

“I’m sorry, Molly.”

“I still have ten minutes left.”

She took her vibrator out of me and turned it off. Then she held my now exhausted and shriveled penis in her two hands.

“It’s such a sad little thing now.”

“That’s what happens.”

“How long until it revives?”

“Probably a few hours. By tomorrow it’ll be in good shape.”

“What happens if you have a customer after me who wants to play with your dick like I did?”

“I guess they’d have to get a raincheck. I’ll ask Tracy about that.”

“This has been fun Debra. I think I’ve learned so much that I didn’t know before.”

“Thank you. I’d love for you to come again!”

Molly hesitated and asked me, “Does Tracy allow you to have a girlfriend?”

“I don’t think so. She wants me to always be available for the clients. But I also love her and I don’t think there’s any room in my heart for someone else.”

The hour was up and Molly got dressed, gave me a hug, thanked me again and left. I cleaned up my semen and changed the sheets. Tracy came up to my room to get a debriefing. “Molly put a vibrator up my bottom,” I said.

“How did that go?”

“It felt good. I mean it felt very good.”

“I’m glad. You have to expect that some women may want to use your bottom as if it was a vagina.”

“They will?”

“Yes. They tie a penis on themselves and force it into your bottom as if they were fucking a girl. When the time comes you’ll see. Any other issues?”

“Molly made me cum. We were wondering what would happen if another customer wanted me to cum on the same day?”

“Good point. We’ll schedule just one orgasm a day for you. Anything else?”

“Molly asked me if I’m allowed to have a girlfriend. I said that I didn’t think so. That’s right, isn’t it?”

“Obviously, you can’t. You have to always be available if someone wants to pay for your services. Besides that, we can’t give away for free what others are paying for.”

“That’s what I thought, too.”

Tracy looked at me as if having a second thought and said, “I can say this much to you, Debra. I’ll make a greater effort to take advantage of you myself. I’ll get you in my bed more often and I’ll find more occasions where I can tie you down and fuck you. How’s that?”

“That would be wonderful, Tracy!”

“Good. I do appreciate your devotion. It’s going to get me through college and law school.”

***

The next client that Tracy scheduled was two days later. It was a middle-aged woman who wanted me to play the role of her sixteen-year-old nephew. I was to refer to her as Aunt Charlotte. “I’m not sure what she’s got in mind, though she intends to fuck you by the end of the hour. She asked me if that was okay.”

“I’ll do my best,” I said. Then I added, “Can an aunt have sex with her nephew?”

“It’s the woman’s fantasy. It’s not real. You’re not her nephew, are you? Just remember to act the part that she wants you to be. It’s important in a fantasy to be just right. Any deviation from what the customer needs can reduce the quality of their experience.”

By the time the woman showed up I was nervous. Would I be able to act and improvise so as to make the woman happy? I was lying on the bed when precisely on time, a woman wearing an expensive form-fitting tailored black dress, stockings, and high spike heels strode into the bedroom. Her fingers were perfectly manicured with red nail polish and I couldn’t help but notice her extraordinary figure, from the swell of her breasts down to her beautifully arching butt and onto her gorgeous stockinged legs. She closed the door behind her and stared at me smiling. As per her instructions I was dressed as a boy.

“So Eric, which of my bras do you want to wear today?”

“What bras to you have?”

“I packed four bras in my suitcase for the trip. Two white, one black and one pink. I’m wearing the blue bra now. Which bra would you like?”

“The pink bra.”

“That means you get my pink panties to wear.”

“Thank you, Aunt Charlotte. You’re the best aunt a boy ever had!”

“That’s sweet of you to say. What kind of aunt would I be to not help you out? Your parents will be away for four days and you’re entitled to have some fun during that time.”

Aunt Charlotte handed me the matching pink bra and panty. “You have the prettiest lingerie, Aunt Charlotte. I think we have the same taste.”

Charlotte laughed. “I know we do.”

“You’re the only woman I know that doesn’t get haughty when she finds out I want to wear a bra and panty.”

“What women act haughty?”

“I went to the bra section in the department store and I saw a pretty bodysuit and when I brought it up to the desk to pay for it, the saleswoman who was about the same age as you are, gave me a scary look. I said the bodysuit is a present and she said, “No, it’s not. You’re planning to wear it. You should be ashamed of yourself. A young man buying himself a woman’s bodysuit.” I left the bodysuit that I wanted so much on the counter, and ran away. I began crying and felt ashamed of myself.”

“You tell me what bodysuit and I’ll buy it for you.”

“You’re so special, Aunt Charlotte.”

“Now put on the bra and panty. I want to see how you look in them.”

I took my clothes off and put on the bra and panty.

“My oh my, Eric. You are pretty. What a wonderful lithe figure you have. Your skin is blemish free, smooth, and hairless. You’re all girl. If the truth be told, you remind me of one of those very pretty young women that appear in porno films that I’ve seen. You’ve got that bouncy, sweet energy. You’re the kind of girl that enjoys a dick. Sucking them, sucking the balls, licking them, taking them inside your pussy. Am I right?”

I laughed and said, “You’re making me laugh Aunt Charlotte. I love being pretty. I can’t stop men from desiring me.”

“I’ve got a tartan skirt for you to wear also.” Aunt Charlotte handed it to me and I put it on.

“You’re so pretty that women will also find you irresistible.”

“What about you, Aunt Charlotte?” I giggled. “Do you find me irresistible?”

“I do.”

Aunt Charlotte reached behind her neck and undid the zipper of her dress. “I’ll take off my dress. I want you to get up close and personal with a woman who finds you adorable and sexy.” She slid the dress over her head revealing her blue bra, matching blue panties and pantyhose. Her bra was working overtime to hold up her substantial breasts. Charlotte stood in front of me and put her arms around me and pulled me in close to her. She was a few inches taller and her body was much more substantial than mine. Between her large breasts and womanly butt I felt almost small next to her.

“How do you feel?” Charlotte asked me.

“I feel a bit overwhelmed by you!”

“Would you like to have sex like a lady?”

“What do you mean? How can I do that?”

“I’ll be the man, which makes sense since I’m larger and stronger than you. That frees you up to be the girl. How’s that?”

“I think I would adore being made love to by you in which I’m the woman.”

“Good. So give me a moment.” Charlotte took off her pantyhose and went into the bathroom and a few minutes later she came out with what looked to be a penis having a lifelike boner emerging from where her vagina sat. Whatever was holding the penis up was hidden by her panties.

“Your boner and balls look just like that of a man,” I said.

“Duh,” Charlotte said and laughed. Before I could say anything she added, “Turn around and bend over the bed.”

“What’s going to happen?” I asked.

“I’m going to fuck you from behind. It’s one of the basic sex positions. Do you watch nature shows? Now face the bed and bend over. I’m going to give your pussy a treat.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what Charlotte was up to until I felt her hand feeling around in my crack. There was a sound like sputtering from a tube and I glanced backwards and saw that Charlotte had covered her penis with a lubricant. I looked down at the bed and nervously awaited what Charlotte was going to do. I felt her place a leather belt around my neck and then pull back on it slightly choking me.

“Okay, Eric. Since you’re a virgin and not used to this, relax. We’ll go slow. My dick will easily slide in. It’s flexible and not as thick as you might think. Relax and you’ll enjoy it. Don’t fight me.”

“I won’t Aunt Charlotte,” I said in a tiny voice. I felt Charlotte pull down my panties to my knees. Then I let out a kind of squeaky sound as the end of Charlotte’s dildo pushed into my asshole.

“Here we go, my darling. You’ve got the prettiest vagina and ass. God, it’s so hot. I want to fuck you all day long my pretty Eric.”

After my experience with Molly’s vibrator I had some sense of the sensations that were about to rain down on my prostate during Charlotte’s conquest of me. She pushed the slippery dildo up into me slowly so that there wasn’t any pain and my butt relaxed and adjusted quickly to the onslaught. As she bore down on me, she steadied herself by pulling on the belt that was around my neck. I had never felt so helpless in my life. I had no way of resisting my neck being choked and my bottom being attacked. I had lost all control of the situation. Charlotte had turned me into a receptacle for her fantasy. Once she had put the dildo in as far as she wanted to go, she released her choke hold and pulled back part way. A second later she pushed her penis back in. She continued the motion until a degree of fluidity developed and a rhythm was established. I felt her hand on my shoulder pushing me down into the bed. The force shoved my face into the bedding with my butt up in the air. While she worked her penis in and out of me I heard her moaning. Though I didn’t know the details, her device obviously included a mechanism for rubbing on her own clitoris so that not only was she overwhelming my prostrate with intense feeling, but she was getting herself excited and heading to orgasm.

My own cock was pushed against the bed and rigid. Pleasure pulsated through my whole genital area. I became comfortably relaxed with the pounding that Aunt Charlotte was doing to me. It was a nice feeling to think that she was using me to pleasure herself. I enjoyed my feeling of helplessness. The thought of her control over me was exciting. Suddenly my mind jumped out of the fantasy and realized that what I was feeling here I often felt with Tracy. I loved being her receptacle. I loved my helplessness around her. I loved my dependency on her.

We went on like this for a while until Charlotte gasped, grunted, and shook with an orgasm. She pulled back leaving me folded over the bed and said, “Wait here.” She went to the bathroom and came back without her penis. “Lie on your back,” she said. She climbed over me and fed my boner into her pussy and leaned forward pinning my hands to the bed. She began fucking me slowly. “Here’s pretty Eric getting herself fucked.”

Even before I came close to cumming Charlotte had gone into another orgasm and groaned loudly. She stopped for a second and then resumed slowly. “Okay. Give me one more orgasm. We’ll cum together.”

Her hips worked herself up and back on my cock at a furious pace. “Cum now, Eric. Now! Now!” she ordered me. I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming while at the same time I was worried that I would fail Charlotte. Her demand for my orgasm was not helping me get one and then Charlotte smacked me on the cheek yelling “Cum now!” Her slap had the effect of forcing me to concentrate on the intense pleasure in my penis and a second later an orgasm burst out of me. Charlotte rode my spasming cock until it collapsed and fell out of her.

Charlotte got off me and sat on the edge of the bed. “Look at that Eric.” She pointed to a prodigious amount of whitish cum leaking out of her vagina. “Get over here and clean me up. I don’t want this wetting my panties.”

I got up and kneeled in front of the bed and slurped up the cum that was leaking out of Charlotte’s vagina. “Good girl, Eric.”

“Thank you, Aunt Charlotte.”

***

Tracy was especially interested in my debriefing of Charlotte’s time with me. On her way out of the house, Charlotte had told Tracy that she was quite impressed by my ability to adlib the part of her nephew. “He’s a natural,” she told her. “Without missing a beat he was an adorable submissive teenage nephew. I can’t tell you the thrill I felt having my way with him. I’m going to become a regular customer around here.”

“Charlotte said that she’s entirely pleased with her time with you and will be coming back regularly.”

“I tried my best.”

“It paid off. She loved your ability to improvise the role of her nephew.”

“I just followed her lead.”

“Did she fuck you like she said she was going to?”

“Yes, at the end. First she put on a penis and had sex with me through my bottom hole.”

“Really? Did that hurt?”

“Not really. She was pretty gentle with me. She made it slippery and was very slow at first. I guess I have to say that it felt very good. Like Molly used her vibrator up my bottom hole and that felt good. It’s sort of the same thing.”

“Well, I guess we’re off to a great start with our business. I’ve got a blow job for you in a couple of hours. In fact, next week I’ve got a half-dozen blowjob bookings. Even Ernie wants to come back with a friend. You’ll give Ernie a hand job while he gets to watch you give his friend a blow job. Can you do that?”

“I guess I can.”

“We’ll have to charge a supplement for all the extra effort. I think the hard part will be for you to concentrate on both at the same time, instead of focusing on them one at a time – which would lead to a lot of frustration.”

“I’ll do my best, Tracy.”

“I know you will. My first tuition payment is due in a month, and I think that we’ll have the money by then.”

“That’s great.”

***

The man, Leo, who had booked a blowjob for that afternoon was in his fifties. To greet him I was once again wearing my dress and otherwise returned to my usual feminine state. When he entered the room, he looked it over and then examined me. “You’re pretty enough. Debra? I think Tracy referred to you as Debra.”

“Yes, I’m Debra.”

“Good. My dear departed wife loved to give me blow jobs until she ran away with a college student twenty years younger than her.”

“So she’s not dead?”

“I’m sorry. I keep saying she’s departed when I mean she left me. Divorced me. Anyway, you’re much prettier than she is. It’ll be nice to have a pretty girl give me a blow job.”

“I hope I’m as good as she was.”

“I’m sure you are. I’ll just pull down my trousers, sit in this easy chair and kick back. Tracy says that you have a half-hour to get me to cum.”

“True. First thing I’m supposed to do is wash your penis in the sink. Is that okay?”

“Sure. That makes sense.”

We went into the bathroom and Leo lowered his trousers and stood in front of the sink. I turned on the hot water, soaped up my hands and washed Leo’s dick and balls. The cock in front of me was a lot older than John’s, Tom’s and Ernie’s, the only ones I had ever seen up close previously. The pubies had some gray in them and the skin looked more aged. It lacked the smooth complexion of a young dick. I rinsed off the soap and dried his cock and balls with a hand towel and we went back into the bedroom.

“Do you want me to swallow your cum?” I asked.

“You can if you want to. I don’t mind if it just squirts over your face. You probably don’t want it in your carpet or on the chair. I hope you remember that during the cumming you must continue to stroke my dick until the last drop is out.”

“Of course. I know that’s important.”

With that I got down to the business at hand. Considering the blowjob I did at Tracy’s party, this would be my second attempt. Nonetheless I felt a degree of confidence that I’d be able to get Leo to shoot off in a reasonable amount of time.

While I worked on Leo’s cock I thought about my future. I’d clearly be giving many blowjobs, which meant that I’d be meeting many men. Lots of penises one after another. No two would look identical as far as I knew. I suppose that eventually I wouldn’t even notice or think about the particular cock I was having to suck on. Focusing back on Leo, his dick had gotten hard and he was moaning in pleasure. I varied my rhythmic sucking to stir him up a bit more and massaged his balls for a few minutes. He was in good shape for an early orgasm and my mind drifted off now thinking about the many women that will hire my services. Old and young, thin, and curvy. I can’t begin to imagine the range of sexual desires that they will have and use me to achieve. Many vaginas and breasts. All the different outfits they’ll be wearing. Each new woman would be like a Christmas present to be unwrapped so as to see what’s inside. Same with the men. You have no idea what someone’s penis looks like until it’s revealed. What about the physiques of the men? Some might be musclebound. Others might be undeveloped. Tracy has three years of law school that I’ll pay for through my sex work. After that, what will happen? Once Tracy gets a job will she still want me to be a whore?

Leo’s loud moaning distracted me from my thoughts. He was getting close to cumming. I studied his penis while I again sucked on his balls. It was a red, stiff rod now and somewhat fatter. It had the special look that penises have when they’re at their most aroused state. There’s a kind of raw, biological power as if one is watching the essence of evolution in real time. This is mating the way nature intended it. The entire universe focused on this hot, obsessed cock ready to unleash a torrent of wiggling sperms within a vagina to begin a stampede for the magical egg. Only in this case the sperms would be finding the mouth that surrounded and sucked Leo’s erstwhile cock. I knew that Leo was now about to shoot off and I sucked his dick carefully hitting all the right spots and attempting to get it as far inside my mouth as I could. I was making a gagging sound punctuated by gasps of air when Leo shoved my head all the way up to the base of his penis. I could tell that his cock had found a place partially down my throat. While I was struggling to breathe, Leo let out a whoop and what seemed like an unending gallon of cum filled up my throat and the insides of my mouth. When the spasms were over and before I suffocated I pulled his rigid organ back out of the opening he had found for it.

“Oh, good golly in heaven!” Leo said. “My wife could never do that. You’re amazing Debra.”

I enjoyed receiving the complement as I preoccupied myself with swallowing the cum that was filling my mouth.

“Five minutes left,” Leo said.

“You’re very responsive,” I said.

“Perhaps, but you have a gift for blowjobs.”

“Thank you.”

“Would you mind if I felt you up for a minute. Your chest is so enticing to me. My wife wasn’t a big fan of me touching her boobs.”

“Sure Leo. I don’t mind.”

Leo put his hands over my boobs and felt them. He sighed with contentment. Then he snuck his hand inside my dress to feel my boobs over my bra. “I better stop here. Believe it or not I can feel a little rise in my penis. You’re such a pretty girl, Debra. I hope to see you again.”

“Please do come back. You’ve got a nice penis. I think he and I can become good friends.”

Leo laughed as he left.

***

The next day was quiet and at dinner Tracy said, “You must have really done a great blowjob for Leo. He was raving about you when he left. How did it go?”

“He sat in the chair and I sucked on his penis. He’s a nice guy and I was happy to have given him some pleasure.”

“I think you’ve shown beyond any doubt that you are quite talented in pleasing both men and women. Your improvisational skill is amazing. We’ve quite a few reservations coming in now. I’m sure that’s by word of mouth. We’re going to easily earn enough to pay our bills. In fact, I’ll be putting some of the surplus money into a fund to pay for my law school.”

“I’m so happy that I can help you, Tracy.”

“That’s one thing about you that I’ve always loved though perhaps never fully appreciated. The fact that you take so much pleasure in pleasing me. I think for a long time I thought that it was because you’re afraid of me. But I now see that your fear comes from worrying that I’ll cast you off. The truth is that you love me so much – even to the point of worshipping me – that there isn’t anything you won’t do in order to be in my life.”

“From the first time …”

“Let me finish. From the first time we met I treated you like my servant. I continuously found new ways to degrade you and humiliate you, yet you never wavered in loving me. I made you my dog on a leash and made you do tricks. Then I made you my bitch, then my girl bitch. I dressed you as a little girl. I made you give a hand job and a blowjob at the party. I made you lick our vaginas clean. I punished you for disobeying me. Yet, through all of this you loved being with me. Then we were orphaned and our shared pain brought us close together – rather I should say it made me develop true feelings for you. I hate the thought that you lost your parents!”

Tracy was overcome by emotion and I went over to her and rested my hand on her shoulder. “May I?” She nodded her head and I held her.

Tracy regained her composure and said, “And now I’m your mom and I’m taking advantage of your love for me by having you be a whore.”

“I really don’t mind. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Mark my words, Debra: a time will come when I’ll repay you for all your generosity and love!”

Now I wept like a baby and Tracy held me.

***

While Tracy was in college for four years I performed too many blowjobs to count. I had my regular penises to contend with and got to know them and their quirks very well. Then there were the many one and done penises for guys who just seemed to want to have a great orgasm. Most of the men preferred me in my pretty dresses. Some in just lingerie. Some wanted me nude even though it made clear that I had a cock of my own. Some men insisted I beg them to suck their dick. Others pretended like they were forcing me to suck it. Some tied me down and put their dicks in my mouth. Some men insisted on shoving their entire dick down my throat, others didn’t care about that at all. After a while I’d seen every fantasy possible and it would be quite an unusual blowjob it if it deviated from the many scripts I had seen before.

I have to say that I got very good at blowjobs. I’d wash the dicks off in the sink then before they knew it I had them erected and on a steady march to cumming. I can’t remember one man that I couldn’t bring to orgasm with my mouth and tongue. My tongue was a genius at rooting out the exact nerve endings on a cock that were key to triggering it to shoot off. I suppose I’ve swallowed enough cum to gain weight. Some days felt like gallons and gallons of cum. I suppose that was because some men orgasmed with a dozen squirts worth of cum. Others might have just a small trickle. One never knew what was coming until it came.

I gave many hand jobs during this time. This was always easy work except for the occasional man who never would get really hard and could not be coaxed over the edge. This was frustrating to me. Besides my hand getting tired, I couldn’t figure out what I was missing. Some of these men had enough empathy for my plight to take over and do the final rubbing. In a minute I’d have the cum shooting out onto my face and mouth. Others left without an orgasm hoping to get a refund from Tracy. She’d give them a small discount and then lecture them on not properly preparing for me. She bet they had beaten off before coming to the house.

The thousand women who hired me over four years brought with them a thousand vaginas and two thousand breasts. Besides that a thousand bras and panties. I never tired of meeting the women and helping them to get the experience they craved. They fucked me. I fucked them. They put any number of dildos and vibrators up my butt. They dominated me. They demanded that I treat them like sluts. They abused me and loved me. They had me be anywhere from a tiny baby to an old father or grandfather. I could go on and on.

Over four years I’m sure that I heard the orgasmic phrase “Oh God,” ten thousand times. In every octave and key. Sung, yelled, squeaked, blurted, gasped, and whispered. Some days my ears rang from the sound. During orgasms I’ve been grabbed, twisted, hugged, shoved, and tickled. My boobs have been felt up countless times. My ass has been grabbed, pinched, spanked, fondled, and massaged. I could go on and on.

By the time Tracy was a senior in college I had seen a dozen men come and go as her boyfriend. I celebrated when they left and secretly cried when they came. Despite these guys, I’d have to say that Tracy and I became steadily closer to each other. I was more like her daughter/servant than daughter/bitch. I did do all the labor around the house besides my sex work which freed Tracy up to study hard and live as she wished. I never made a peep of a complaint. I loved her and would be her slave if needs be.

In her senior year, Tracy applied to law school and was accepted and we celebrated the good news with Tracy’s best friends. A half-dozen bottles of champagne and merriment. My work had given Tracy sufficient funds to pay for the three years of law school with plenty left over. I had the sense that Tracy was going to announce the end of my need to pleasure me and women but she held back. I had to assume that she knew best!

***

In the spring, a month after our celebration of her law school acceptance Tracy came to my bedroom when I was about to go to sleep. My last customer of the day had been a woman bodybuilder who had screwed me in the rear. I had played the part of her estranged husband, Phil. She had tossed me around the bedroom for an hour finding different ways to prove how she was infinitely stronger than me. The coup de grace was dressing me as a girl, strapping on her dildo and fucking my rear. “How’s this Phil?” she said over and over again as she pushed her dildo into me. I kept on thinking how glad I was that I wasn’t Phil in real life.

I had showered and turned the lights out and Tracy lay down next to me in the dark room. She softly said to me, “We’re rapidly approaching a juncture in our lives. Up to this point we’ve been together because of our parent’s dying wishes. It also made a lot of sense since you needed me to take care of you and protect you. Now you’re 22 and I’m 21. We’re adults as far as age goes. The time has come where we have to think of what our future is going to look like.”

My worst fears seemed to have come true. Tracy was setting the groundwork for telling me that we were going to move on from each other. In the dark, some tears started to come from my eyes.

“Your sex work has allowed me to go to college and get ready for law school. I’m so appreciative of that. During the last four years I’ve dated many men as you well know. I can only imagine how painful it was for you to know that we had sex together and sometimes loved each other. In every case, however, the romance died and we parted ways.”

My tears started flowing in earnest. I wanted to die. I couldn’t take the pain of her leaving me. I tried to brace myself for the inevitable rejection but knew that that was impossible. I was going to be an absolute wreck. I wished I had at least one friend who would pick up my shattered pieces.

“I’ve thought a lot about these failed relationships until it dawned on me that I’m the reason they failed. You see, I love men’s bodies but I don’t like having to fend off their instinct to lord over me, or even to have a relationship as equals. No. No. No. What I need in a man, is you. A man who is so incapable of competing with me that I can be the unquestioned dominant partner. A man who is so in awe of me that he offers no resistance to whatever it is I want to do. A man who has become a girl because of his inability to stand up for himself. The truth is that I love that kind of man and I love you. Yes, Debra, after all these six years together, I have finally realized that I’m crazy in love with you. I get an endless thrill from dominating you and seeing your weakness. So I’ve decided that I don’t want to look for any other man in my life. I want you. I want to marry you and raise a family with you. You’ll be my wife, my daughter, my bitch. You’ll do my bidding in the same worshipful way you’ve always done. So what is it Debra? Will you marry me?”

My tears switched in an instant from tears of pain to tears of joy. I began to sob loudly and between the heaves of my chest I said that of course I would marry her and that I would always be devoted to her. I’d do anything she told me to do. I would take care of our children and do all the chores around the house and always be her pretty Debra for whenever she wanted to have sex with me.”

“I’m so happy Debra!” Tracy said and she rolled on top of me and we kissed for a long time.

***

Our wedding was held in May in a corner of our backyard under a red maple tree just beyond the pool. We had many, many guests. There were Tracy’s girlfriends and their plus ones. There were some neighbors. There were even some of our most loyal clients. Molly, Leo, and a dozen other regulars attended. For them it was bittersweet because they were happy for me but sad that I would no longer be taking care of their sexual needs.

I was dressed in my mom’s wedding dress and I wished that she could have seen how pretty I was. Abby and Laurie had spent an hour with me beforehand helping me with my dress, my nails, my makeup, my hair, and everything else needed to make me beautiful. They gave me a pretty corsage to hold. On cue, a string quartet played Pachelbel’s canon and I came down the stairs and out back to join Tracy in front of the minister. She was wearing a dark blue, short dress and looked radiant. My mom’s beautiful gown swirled around me as I came up to Tracy. I was so overcome with emotion that Tracy reached out to steady me.

The minister talked about love. Talked about what it takes to have a successful marriage. He said that both the happiest and saddest people he knows are married. Tracy and I would have to spend our lives working to make sure that we never lost the happiness we shared this day. We exchanged vows and Tracy put her mother’s gold wedding band on my finger and I put my father’s gold wedding band on her finger. We kissed and I wept uncontrollably. The guests applauded and we celebrated our marriage long into the night.

The End