TV, TS, Sex-mf/ff/mm, mild bondage

                           Living in a
                          House Full of
                              Girls

                           By Amy Brett

                            Chapter 1

"I GUESS YOU'VE got a choice," she said. "Either do it or head back
home somehow." I frowned at the thought of returning to North Dakota
anytime, let alone in the middle of winter and without any money for a
bus or anything.

     We'd gotten to San Francisco two months earlier on our way to
Hollywood and stardom. Well, without money, we were just stuck in San
Francisco.

    At least we'd been a little bit smart. We'd stopped before we
spent the last of the money and had been saved by that. If we'd spent
the other $50 on bus tickets to Los Angeles, we'd have starved there
in no time. As it was, we'd found a fleabag place to stay for $10 a
week and been eating while we looked for work.

    Oh, we'd found a little work but it hadn't worked out. I'd washed
dishes while Michelle waited tables for a night. The old Greek guy who
owned the place had spent half his time pursuing Michelle around
whenever she'd stop in one place for more than two minutes. He had
more hands than an octopus. We made sure he paid us before we left,
with no intention of getting anywhere close to him again.

    Anybody would think that Michelle and I have a funny
relationship. She's a beautiful girl but we've never really been
anything at all but the best of friends. Maybe it's just that she sort
of adopted me a long time ago.

    It was the first day of high school she'd adopted me. I'd
transferred in to the school when my parents moved to North Dakota and
Michelle was the first person I met. I think she felt sorry for me. I
guess I'm no sort of prize. Little for my age. Not even a little bit
athletic. Shy.

    She'd spent all that year being my only friend and, as everyone
took to their own concerns in the summer and my parents worked, my
only contact with people. We got to know everything about each other.

    When school started that year and we both got the same teachers,
it was pretty natural that we hung with each other full time. And when
her parents were killed in a car accident and they were going to send
her to an orphanage, it was only natural that we left together.

    "Well?" she said, exasperated with me for not making a
decision. "What is it?"

    It was the hardest decision I'd had to make yet and it seemed I'd
had to make a lot of them in the month we'd been in San Francisco. The
two girls had talked to Michelle a week before for the first time and
since then had gotten more friendly all the time with her. When she'd
been invited to their house, I hadn't minded. But now, when they'd
invited her and "her friend" to move in, it was different.

    The house was really neat. A big old place in a pretty good
neighborhood. It was safe. The girls all shared in providing food. And
best, the place had been left to one of them by a grandmother or
something so there was no rent. With just enough work to buy food when
we could, we could live there forever in safety.

    That meant there was only one problem. The house belonged to a
girl and the girl only wanted other girls to live there with her. No
boys allowed. And I'm not a girl.

    That was the decision. Would I let her help me to look enough like
a girl to get by at the house, were we going to starve, or were we
going back to North Dakota somehow?

    The way I saw it, there wasn't much choice.

    "Yeah, okay," I said. Michelle actually clapped her hands in glee.

                          * * *

    She worked hard at making me female.

    I wore my own underwear, except for the bra she put around me and
stuffed with silky panties. She had me take a shower, something I did
every morning but normally didn't at night.  Then she worked real hard
with my razor, trimming off all the hair on my legs, face and
underarms.

    It took the longest for her to do my hair. She kept giving me
alternatives for the way it would be. She just didn't understand that
I didn't give a damn. I just wanted it over with.

    My hair had been sort of in style back at home before we left --
long and stringy really. I kept it tied up with a rubber band. I'd
avoided getting a haircut for months before we left.  Now it had been
a couple of months longer and so was my hair. It was actually longer
than shoulder length and longer than Michelle's.

    At least, after she had my hair in curlers, she went ahead and put
a little makeup on my face to save effort.

    While we waited for my hair to dry, she picked out a blouse and a
pair of her pants for me to wear. It made me feel funny wearing only a
pair of her loafers without socks. It was so ...  female.

    If that wasn't enough, she painted my fingernails. I mean she
shaped them and then painted them. They looked like girl fingernails
and I sort of shivered when I looked at them.

    She kept giving me the same thing when I'd protest. "Do you want
to go with me?" I kept having to answer that I did and she would
either nod or say, "Then you've got to be a girl.  We're getting
there."

    She gave me an old watch she'd been wearing, a little friendship
ring, and a necklace. She called it a chain and, I guess, that's what
it was. But it had a little bunch of circles on the end of it and I've
never seen a guy wear something like that.

    I thought that most everything was over and I didn't have anything
to worry about any more when she left and came back with an ice cube
and a needle. I couldn't believe it when she told me to just sit still
and put the ice on my earlobe. When she stuck it, it still hurt but
nothing like when she put one of her earrings through it.

    "I hope it heals up okay before tomorrow," she said as she did the
second ear. I know that some guys have an earring. But nothing like
these with little pearls on them. She said they were the only gold
posts she had and the others might get infected.

    Finally, she combed out my hair and kept fluffing it up around my
head and stuff. I thought she did that for a lot longer than
necessary. Then she told me to stand up and look in the mirror. I did
and almost fell over backwards with my surprise.

    I couldn't see myself. I mean, what I saw in the mirror was not
me! That's all there was to it. It wasn't me! It was ... I don't
know. It was someone totally different.

    There was no doubt. What I saw in the mirror was a girl. Really,
it was a young woman. A very pretty young woman. I looked into the
face, inspecting it minutely. Finally, I looked into the eyes and that
was the first time I recognized the person reflected there. The only
thing.

    It was sort of funny. The guy I knew myself to be was gone. That's
all there was to it. But the girl I saw in the mirror was
exciting. When I smiled at myself, it actually turned me on.  The girl
in the mirror was gorgeous.

    Then it struck me as funny. The guy I'd been just a little while
ago was a wimp. A loser.  Maybe nice but not much of a guy. No one,
anywhere would be particularly excited by him.

    But this girl! This girl! This was exciting! A lot of people would
be excited by this girl. A lot.

    "Amy," she said behind me as she looked over my shoulder at my
reflection in the mirror.  "Your name is Amy."

                          * * *

    "Becky told us you'd be coming," the girl said after she'd let us
in the door. "My name's Jo.  Short for Josephine. This is the living
room." I looked around at the hodge-podge of stuffed chairs, junkyard
couches, the well-worn TV, and the stereo that was now playing a heavy
metal song.

    I looked at the girl's bounding ass cheeks through the worn white
shorts that covered them.  Her bare feet padded on the hardwood floor
as she led the way into a dining room and then the kitchen.

    "We all take turns cooking and a couple of us clean up after
meals," she said to Michelle as I watched the way her heavy breasts
moved inside the bandanna top she barely wore. Her blond hair was
enticing as she swished her hair back and forth over her shoulders as
she talked and opened and closed cabinets.

    The sway of her hips was very enticing as we followed her up the
stairs with our suitcases.

    "This is my room," she said as she swept her spread arms around
the tiny bedroom. There was just room for a dresser and the unmade
bed. The top of the dresser was strewn with cosmetics, brushes, and
costume jewelry. "Mary has the big room across the hall and Doris has
the front bedroom. The big bathroom is over there"

    She led the way up the steep stairway to the third floor. She
pointed toward a closed door.

    "Pat and Phil -- Patricia and Phillis -- live there. This will be
your room." She opened the door and led the way in. It had a double
bed and a large dresser with a fogged mirror above it.  There was a
rod across one corner, suspended at one end from a chain. It held a
dozen hangers. The double bed was covered with a faded terrycloth
bedspread and had a slight swayed spot to the side away from the wall.

    "There's a little bathroom up here. Just a shower and the other
stuff." We nodded. It would be comfortable up here and at least we
wouldn't have to worry about being thrown out for lack of money.

    She turned toward the door and walked into the hall. "Come on down
when you get your stuff put away. The others ought to be getting home
in about an hour or so."

    Michelle opened the suitcase and carefully hung up her clothes. I
stuffed mine, filled with my own clothes, under the bed and then
helped her put the rest of her things in the dresser. It only took a
few minutes.

    "You want the inside or the outside?" she asked as she lay down on
the bed.

    "I don't care. Whatever."

    "Okay. You take the inside then. It's pretty comfortable."

    "This is going to be okay," I added.

    "Yeah. It's nice. If the other girls are okay, I think it'll be
great."

    I visited the bathroom, small but adequate and clean, before
returning to the bedroom.

    God, Michelle was appealing, laying there with her shoes kicked
off, her arms behind her neck, and her eyes closed. I took my time,
silently looking at her wonderful body. The tight jeans shaped to her
thighs and her prominent mons. The seam between her legs split her
labia and the swelled lips protruded on both sides of it through the
material.

    Her large breasts held up the front of her shirt in spite of
gravity's work on them. Her lips were shaped to a self-satisfied smile
that rose almost to her well defined cheekbones. Her blond hair spread
around her face on the pillow.

    She looked so beautiful and so vulnerable. I think I love her. As
I looked at her, she opened her beautiful blue eyes and looked
directly at me.

    "Are we ready to go downstairs?" she said as she sat up and
slipped her feet into her shoes again. I nodded as I watched.

                          * * *

    As we walked down the final set of stairs, the door burst open and
three chattering girls came through it. The black haired girl in a
short skirt and red blouse looked up at us.

    "Hi, Michelle. This must be your friend?" she said. The other two
girls looked up at us as well.

    "Hi, Doris," Michelle said. "My friend. Amy."

    "Nice to meet you, Amy. This is Pat and Phil." I looked at the two
brunettes -- one strikingly pretty and petite, the other not nearly so
pretty or well dressed. Both smiled prettily at us and stepped
forward.

    There was a flurry of greetings before they led the way into the
living room and fell into chairs. The black haired girl sat in one of
the stuffed chairs with her legs spread and flopped her head back on
the back of it.

    "How was work?" someone asked as Michelle and I found an open
place to sit on one of the couches.

    "Fine," Doris said and the other two girls reflected that
statement.

    "Pat and Phil are salesgirls at the boutique in the mall," Jo said
for our benefit. "Doris works for a law office. Merrill, Merrill,
Stock, and Paul." All the girls, I could see, were older than Michelle
and I, with Phil, the plainest of the group, the oldest. Probably in
her late 20's.

    The door opened again and shut quickly.

    "Hi everybody," a voice said. I looked around at the most
stunningly beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her dark hair was pulled
back at the side of her gorgeous face into a tight bun at the back of
her head. Her eyes were dark and luminous, her lips shiny red and
pouting. Her body was long and lithe, perfect for the very short skirt
and fluffy blouse she wore. She had the longest legs I think I've ever
seen and, maybe, the flattest chest. A perfect model's shape and look.

    "Hi Mary," everyone echoed before she found a seat near me.

    "You must be Michelle," she said, leaning across me to shake
Michelle's hand.

    "This is Amy," Michelle said after she'd nodded at her name.

    "Amy," the girl said. "We heard about you. Did Jo get you set up
in your room okay?" We said yes and that it was very nice.

    "I don't know what we can contribute," Michelle said then.

    "Oh, don't worry too much," Mary said. "Everyone seems to find
something. Jo sort of takes care of the house. Pat and Phil bring in
some food money from the store and make nice clothes available to us
at wholesale. Doris gives us legal advice and, sometimes, some dates
with the lawyers." She smiled at that.

    "Are you a model?" I asked, sure I was right.

    "Uh huh. Just some local advertising stuff now but maybe some day
I'll hit it big. Who knows." She shifted. "What do you do?"

    I shrugged. "We just got here a couple of months ago. We've done a
couple of odd jobs, but that's about all. Mostly we've just been going
broke."

    "You're from Nebraska or something?" Doris asked.

    "North Dakota. That's worse." Everyone laughed with us.

    "What's in North Dakota?" one asked.

    "Nothing at all," Michelle said. "That's why we're here." There
was another round of laughter.

    "Parents? Friends?" Jo asked.

    "Huh uh. My parents are separated. My mom can't afford to feed me
and my brothers too.  My dad left for parts unknown," I answered.

    "My parents were killed," Michelle said then. "We never had many
friends but each other."  Everyone seemed to understand that.

    "What did you do before?" Phil asked pointedly.

    "We just went to school," Michelle said.

    "You ought to apply to the mall," Pat said. "They're always
looking for cute girls to work in the shops and all the stores share
the applications."

    "Okay," Mary said. "Who's turn is it to cook tonight?" Everyone
looked at her and smiled.

    "Yours," Jo said with a grin.

    "Oh, shit," Mary said then. "I hoped you'd forgotten. Well, okay."
She heaved herself upright with a tired effort and started for the
door.

    "Somebody turn on the news," Doris said. I got up and walked
through the doorway into the dining room and then to the kitchen. Mary
had her head in the refrigerator but looked around the door as I
entered.

    "Can I help?" I asked.

    "You bet," she said. "I'm a shitty cook and I hate to do it."

    "I'm pretty good," I said. I was. I'd been cooking at home quite a
bit before we left.

    "What is there?" I asked.

    "I don't know," she said. "Looks like some hot dogs. And some
potatoes. And some cans of shit over there in the cupboard."

    I opened the cupboard and saw a good supply of canned fruits and
vegetables and chose a couple of cans of corn.

    "You want to open those, I'll put some hot dogs on. Is there any
cornmeal and some canned chili?"

    "Yeah," she said. "Up there." She pulled out a couple of cans of
chili from a cupboard nearer her while I got the box of cornmeal. With
her help, fifteen minutes later we had cornbread in the oven, chili
warming on the stove, corn in a pot, and hot dogs in boiling water.

    As I put things together, I watched her beautiful long legs as she
bent over, knelt down, and otherwise worked to help. As I stirred
things, she leaned against a cupboard and smoked a cigarette as she
talked. I found out more about the living arrangement and the likes
and dislikes of the other girls from Mary. She claimed that she liked
having everyone around and that the place was really dull when even
one room was empty.

    The timer I'd set dinged and I took the steaming cornbread out of
the oven. Then we dished up the corn, hot dogs, and chili, carrying it
to the table in the dining room. Pat was there, just finishing setting
the table. She disappeared into the living room and said, "Soup's on!"
There was a stampede of girls into the room then.

    We passed the bowls of food around with every person doing
something different with the hot dogs, cornbread and chili. Some put
chili on the hot dogs. Some but chili on the cornbread. And some put
them all together. Only Jo didn't like hot dogs and passed on that
part of the meal. Everyone ate like they hadn't in weeks. I was
pleased.

    "We have Amy to thank for this," Mary said. "You all know that if
I'd done it, it would have been hot dogs and buns and that's it."
Everyone agreed with her, chiding her lack of expertise in the kitchen
pleasantly. "From now on, I don't go near the kitchen unless Amy is
with me." Everyone agree loudly.

    Mary went back into the kitchen and reappeared with a large
package of Oreos. "I baked these last night," she said and everyone
played like she really had.

    Phil and Pat cleared the table and washed the dishes while the
rest of us went into the living room and watched television. They
returned to join us in about another 15 minutes.

    Everyone congratulated me on the meal, though it was a simple one
made from the things we'd found available in the kitchen. They also
took the opportunity to chide Mary on her lack of skills whenever they
could. Michelle looked a little out of sorts.

    "I can cook, too," she said finally.

    "As well as Amy?" Mary asked. She nodded. "All in favor of
Michelle cooking tomorrow night, raise your hand." It was
unanimous. There was at least an element of avoidance from everyone in
the vote but Michelle still seemed pleased.

    Michelle and I went up to the room when the 10 o'clock news came
on, neither of us interested in what was happening in the world. We
were exhausted from our move.

    "Here," she said, handing me a heavy nightgown as she rooted
around in the dresser drawer for a baby doll nightgown for
herself. "Never can tell who might come in. You'd better wear the bra,
too." I agreed and slid into the nightgown before climbing into
bed. Just as I did, there was a knock on the door.

    Michelle opened it to allow Mary to come in.

    "Thanks for rescuing me, Amy," she said with a smile. "I just
wanted to welcome you both.  I think you'll enjoy living here with
us."

    We thanked her and she returned to the still open door.

    "Do you think we could really get a job at the mall?" Michelle
asked.

    "I'm sure Pat and Phil can help you to make applications. There's
a pretty good chance anyway. They are always looking for girls. If
you're not too picky about the pay."

    "We just want to contribute something," I said as I lay under the
covers, leaning on one elbow.

    "Well, don't worry too much about it. Just doing some things
around here will be enough for a while. Maybe you could even take over
the cooking if you don't find some work. I'll give you a few bucks in
the morning to buy some groceries for the next couple of days."

    "That'd be fine," I said as she left and Michelle closed the door
behind her.

                          * * *

    Michelle turned the lights out before she crawled into the bed
next to me, laying on her side, facing away from me.

    "We've got to get you some more clothes," she whispered. "We'll
have to do with mine for a while but that can't last. I think you'd
better find a way to get rid of your jockey shorts tomorrow,
too. Maybe we can afford to get you some underwear that will hold you
that aren't too expensive."

    I agreed. It got quiet then for quite a while as I thought about
the day. Michelle turned toward me and put her hand on my stomach
under the covers.

    "You know, I think Pat and Phil are lovers," she said.

    "Lesbians?" I asked, startled.

    "Uh huh. They probably think we are, too."

    "Really? Why?"

    "Because of the way you look at me."

    "How do I look at you? I mean --"

    "Like you like me. A lot."

    "I do!" I stammered.

    "Of course. But it could be misinterpreted." I thought about it
for a while then turned and put my hand on her side. She hadn't moved
hers from my stomach until I turned.

    "Would that be bad?" I asked. She started to say something. "Would
it be bad if we were lovers?" That wasn't what she'd started to
answer, I thought. She didn't say anything.

    "I like you as a girl," she said without explanation. Then she
turned away from me again and allowed me to think about what she'd
said. I didn't know how to interpret it. I fell asleep thinking.


                            Chapter 2

Michelle WOKE ME early and sent me to the shower first. Letting me
look in the mirror so I could do it on my own later, she did my makeup
and hair for me again.

    Then she helped me to put on a pair of pantyhose, a skirt, blouse,
and low heeled shoes before replacing the pearl earrings with another
pair. The new holes in my earlobes were only slightly sore as she put
the posts of the dangly earrings in for me.

    We went downstairs and had coffee, toast and jelly before Doris
came down to join us.  Soon, Mary, Pat, and Phil had joined us and we
were told that Jo rarely got up before later in the morning. Mary gave
me $20 for food that I put in the purse Michelle had provided me.

    Pat, Phil, Michelle and I piled into their car and went to the
mall at 8 a.m. Since it opens at 9, they had time to take us to the
mall personnel office and introduce us to a stuffy little man who ran
the office before they went off to start work.

    We spent a half hour filling out the application forms that were
very light on experience and even education since we'd left school
before the end of the first semester. We were a long way from high
school degrees. The man took our applications and laid them down on
the desk in front of him before talking to us.

    "Okay ladies. What do you think you can offer an employer?" he
asked.

    "We're willing to work hard," I answered self-consciously.

    "You've got no experience and no education. What makes you think
you have the basic skills to do anything at all?" We just stared at
him. What did he want? We certainly couldn't get our high school
degrees for him and we couldn't get any work experience without his
okay.

    "We both know enough to make change," Michelle said.

    "We could sell clothes or ... whatever. We promise to work hard,"
I said. He started to say something else.

    "We wouldn't require a lot of salary," Michelle said. He smiled at
that.

    "The first positive thing you've said," he stated. "Because you
sure as hell won't get much of a salary." He frowned and looked at our
applications. "It's just a damn good thing the mall is hard up for
people right now," he said. "Otherwise, I'd just throw these away
right now and it'd be all over."

    He turned to a file cabinet and pulled out two folders. He put
both of them on the desk closest to us.

    "I don't much care which of you applies for which job," he
said. "The owners have the hiring and firing say. We just handle the
applications and the formal things like benefits and paychecks. The
names of the owners or managers are on the sheet of paper there at the
front.  Talk to them. They ought to be in their stores now."

    He turned away and we stood up, Michelle picking up the file
folders. We still knew we had work to do to get hired but at least it
looked a little better.

    "If nothing else," he said as we reached the door, "those short
skirts ought to help out. I don't see any other qualifications. But
those are nice." His face was nasty and I hoped never to see him
again. He was staring at my legs as we went out.

                          * * *

    Without even looking, Michelle handed me one of the folders and
looked at her own.

    "I'm going to the Hair Factory," she said. "How about you?"

    "Frederick's of Hollywood," I read.

    "Good luck." Her smile was devastating. I really loved her.

    "You, too," I said as we started down the center hallway of the
mall. The Hair Factory was three stores away from the hallway from the
personnel office. Michelle waved before walking into the door and
leaving me alone in the almost empty cavernous building.

    I had almost walked the length of the mall before I saw the
Frederick's of Hollywood sign and walked into the store. A very pretty
though somewhat hard looking woman stood behind a cash register as I
walked in. She looked up and slowly scanned me from top to bottom with
a knowing look.

    "Can I help you?" she said finally after returning to my face.

    "Yes. The personnel guy sent me to talk about a job here," I
said. She only nodded and held out her hand for the file and my
application.

    "Very well. Come with me," she said as she turned into a hallway
at the back of the store. I saw two partially mirrored dressing rooms
to the right of the door into the back before pushing the drape aside
to follow her. Behind the curtain was a room filled to the top with
brown wrappered packages on shelves. To one side was a desk covered
with papers. I recognized them as invoices.

    She sat down as I stood in front of the desk. She studied my
application for quite a while though I knew there wasn't that much on
it. My name, address and telephone number, the number of years of
school and that was about it.

    "What makes you think you could work here?" she asked.

    "Nothing, ma'am," I said. "I just need a job. I'm honest and I can
make change. That's all I've got."

    "That's better than half the people who've worked here," she
said. "Do you think you could show a little exuberance with customers?
Show them the clothes and things?"

    "Yes, ma'am."

    "That's the last time I want to be called ma'am. Understood?" she
asked looking at me with fire in her eyes.

    "Yes ... ah," I'd almost done it again.

    "You learn fast. Good." She looked me up and down again while I
looked at her. The blouse she wore was very low cut, dropping between
her breasts, the lace up either side of the opening. Even behind her
desk, I could see the hem of her extremely short skirt. She had great
legs and prominent breasts with a face and hair that made it all work
together fantastically.

    "So," she spit. "How long have you been a girl?" She looked
straight at me as my jaw dropped open.

    "What?" I moaned. Had she said what I thought she said?

    She leaned forward on her desk, giving me a good look down across
her chest, almost to the tips of her ample breasts. She was looking at
my application again.

    "Amy," she said matter-of-factly. "You are a boy, aren't you?" She
looked back into my eyes and I gulped, wondering if I should run or
what. I didn't say anything.

    "Listen," she said then. "A third of my business here is older
women looking for something to turn their uninterested husbands on
again. Another third is guys looking for something for their wives or
girlfriends to wear to turn them on. The other third is guys looking
for something to wear themselves. Understood? I know which third is
which as soon as they walk in the door."

    I gulped again and croaked out. "Is it ... that obvious?" I
asked. She sat back in the chair then and smiled at me. Then she shook
her head.

    "I had a feeling. But I would have believed you if you'd told me
you were a girl. You're very good. If it wasn't for your 'breasts,' I
wouldn't have known at all. Or even suspected." I looked down at my
chest.

    When I looked up again, she was looking into my eyes with a
sparkling smile.

    "Do you really want to work here?" she asked.

    "Yes, ma ..." I choked on the ma'am before I said it and she
smiled more broadly. "Yes.  Yes, I would."

    "What would you do to work here?" she asked pointedly.

    "I don't know. What would you want me to do?" She just smiled and
looked at me.

    "Turn around," she said and I did it, looking over my shoulder
until I couldn't any more and twisting my head around again quickly to
look at her again. She was looking at my body as I turned. She stood
up quickly as I completed my pirouette.

    "Okay. You can work here on two conditions. No three conditions."
I waited for her to continue. "First, you'll do everything I tell you
to do immediately and without question. Is that understood?"

    I nodded quickly.

    "Second," she walked across the packed storeroom to a shelf,
running her finger down the wrapped packages. "You'll wear these." She
pulled out a package, pulled off part of the brown wrapper, and pulled
out a thick plastic wrapped piece of silky material and handed it to
me. "And these." She took a few steps further and pulled out a large
box, looking into it.  "What size? C cup? B? C, I think." She pulled
out a box and handed it to me.

    Leading me back into the main showroom, she pulled a lacy bra and
panty set off the rack and handed them to me.

    "Okay. And third, if I ever catch you stealing from me, you're
done and will be prosecuted to the full extent of the
law. Understood?"

    "Yes, ma'am," I said before I thought. I tried to recover
quickly. "I mean, yes."

    "Try Gloria instead," she said. "I like it better than ma'am."

    "Yes --" I stumbled. "-- Gloria."

    "Now get changed. The doors will open in about 15 minutes."

    As she walked back to the cash register, I went into one of the
dressing rooms. Quickly, I ripped open the plastic wrapped package and
held the material in front of my eyes in an attempt to identify it. It
was a pair of lacy panties with a difference. The back of them had a
shaped piece of padding in each cheek.

    As quick as I could, I slipped out of the pantyhose and shoes and
into the panties. I stood up before I put the pantyhose back on and
felt the way the padded panties fit tight between my ass cheeks and
added to the size of my buns.

    Pulling my skirt back down, I stripped off my blouse, bra and the
stuffing panties inside it.  Then I put the new bra on and, leaning
from side to side, put the soft silicone-filled breast forms into the
cups of the bra. They were very cold at first but before I'd gotten my
blouse rebuttoned they were body temperature. I looked in the mirror
and smiled as I lifted and dropped them, to see them bounce in the
soft bra. They looked very real.

    I turned around and pulled the skirt tight across my butt and
looked at the way the padded panties made my bottom look. I felt
pretty and sexy. Something I never had before. I returned to the cash
register and Gloria.

    "Thank you, Gloria," I said, beaming at her.

    "You're welcome. Actually. The sales 'girls' I hire?" she waited
for my nod. "I do the same thing for them. People expect more than
real life when they come to this store. I just choose a little less
padding on top for them."

    For the next half hour, she showed me how to operate the cash
register and gave a guided tour of the store. Bra and panty sets were
near the front. Chemises and teddies on the other side of the door,
still at the front. Crotchless panties were in the display case below
the register. Body lotions and oils were in that case, too.

    Sexy nylons, spike heels and some other foot things were back near
the back of the room.  Lingerie (very sexy nightgowns) were in the
middle. Short and tight skirts and see-through blouses were on the
other side. She pointed out where the larger sizes of all these things
were in spite of the smaller sizes being displayed most prominently.

    The mall had now been open for quite a while, with people walking
up and down through the center corridor.

    A tight-lipped businesswoman strode into the store then. Gloria
nudged me into action, saying, "Your first test, young lady. Let's see
how you do?"

    I walked to the woman as she stopped, looking at the panty and bra
sets.

    "Could I help you?" I asked.

    "Yes. I'm looking for something for my boss's wife. A birthday or
something. What would you suggest?" I thought. What would fill the
bill. First there was the question of what the boss's wife would want
and then the question of what the boss would want. They were probably
different. I thought the boss would probably like something from this
store and the wife would probably prefer a nice scarf or new coat or
even a designer dress instead.

    "Who are we trying to please, miss?" I asked. She looked at me
funny. "The boss or the boss's wife?"

    "Oh. I see what you mean," she said with a grin. "All I have to do
is please the boss." Now we had a shared secret.

    "In that case, how big is the boss's wife? Tiny, medium, or
portly?" The woman laughed out loud.

    "Mostly on the portly side, I'd say. Size 16."

    "Do you think this is an intimate occasion or is it just to get
the event over with?" I asked.

    "Oh, he loves his wife. I think if I could engineer an intimate
occasion, I might make some points." She was smiling broadly at me
then.

    "Panties and bras are a woman's pleasure," I stated. "Lingerie is
for the two of them to enjoy."

    "You're right. How about a peignoir?" I wasn't sure what that was
and looked quickly at Gloria as I led the woman further into the
store. She surreptitiously pointed at the rack directly in front of
the cash register. The lingerie rack. With that lead, I quickly showed
the woman half a dozen shortie nightgown and flowing, lacy cover
combinations.

    We finally decided on white with little pink bows around the
neckline and a pink ribbon tie at the front. An $80 set. I laid the
peignoir on the counter by the cash register and returned to the woman
as she looked at the peignoir sets.

    "For you," I said, "it should be a lacy panty and bra set that you
could know about even under the most businesslike suit. Or maybe some
crotchless panties for your boyfriend. Or a teddy."

    She grinned at me as if I were one of her best friends.

    "How about all three?" I asked and half an hour later, she was
paying for two teddies, two bra and panty sets, and a peignoir in
addition to the one for the boss's wife." Gloria beamed at me as she
moved away from the register to let me charge up the sale.

    It was almost an hour before another customer came into the store
and this time, my coercion didn't work. She was looking for something
for herself but thought all of our things were too risque.

    I sold two pairs of thigh high nylons to a woman who wanted
something sexy that didn't cost much. After school, I sold a half
dozen lacy bras to two high school girls who didn't look like they
could really fill them yet. I sold them some cheap padded breast forms
to help fill them out and wondered how much their mothers would hate
them when they found them.

    Everything dropped off from about 5 to 6 and then picked up again
after everyone had their dinner. Gloria gave me money for hamburgers
and I stopped at the Hair Factory to see Michelle on the way by. At
the time, she was just finishing doing a manicure on some old lady.
She told me she was doing manicures, pedicures, and taking care of the
register and appointment book. She seemed happy.

    I got the hamburgers and enjoyed three young guys who followed me
back to the store after I'd bought them. We ate at the counter while
we talked. She seemed happy with my work during the day. After we'd
eaten, she said she had some paperwork to do in the back and left me
to wait on customers.

    After my dinner, I waited on several groups of high school aged
girls and three or four couples shopping together. I had reasonably
good luck with the couples and better luck with the girls who all
seemed to want the same thing -- big tits without waiting.

    The business dropped off again the closer it got to closing
time. Then the man came in.

    He was a small, middle-aged man who walked all around the store,
touching and looking at everything while I finished with another
customer. When she had left, I went to the man and asked if I could
help.

    "Ah," he said, looking very nervous. "Yes. I, ah, don't know very
much about sizes.  Women's sizes, you know." I nodded and waited. "I,
ah, want to buy something for my, ah, girlfriend." He was a terrible
liar.

    Thanks to Gloria, I'd learned a lot about sizes during the
day. I'd started guessing women's sizes as they shopped and, by now,
could guess very close. I also knew my own sizes now.

    "Can you describe her?" I asked.

    "Well, she's my size. About a 30 waist." I guessed that to be
pretty close to his waist size.  "A, ah, 36 chest."

    "What cup size? Do you know?"

    "Probably, ah, say C?" He wouldn't meet my eyes and was actually
sweating.

    "Let me show you some things, then," I said and started with the
panty and bra sets. He liked them all but settled for one lacy white
set. As I showed him the teddies, I spoke softly to him. "For you,
sir?" His head bounded up and his mouth fell open as he looked at me
but I didn't try to meet his eyes this time.

    "Ah, yeah," he whispered.

    "Okay. That's much easier then. For one thing, we can try some
things on to make sure they're right." The blood drained out of his
face at that. "The dressing rooms are very private and I don't think
there's going to be much more business tonight."

    I guided him toward the corsets that would shape his waist
somewhat and provide solid support for breast forms. He picked one
out. I told him about the silicone breast forms and he seemed
nervously interested. I went to the back and, as quickly as I could,
chose a pair the right size and returned to him with a wink at
Gloria. Looking at the price tag on them was the first time I'd seen
how expensive they are.

    I put all his prospective purchases in a dressing room and
returned to him.

    "Now shoes and stockings," I said. "What's the size?"

    "My size?" he stuttered. I nodded. He gulped and told me. I showed
him half a dozen pairs of shoes I thought would be the right size
since I knew the women's sizes would be a little larger than the men's
sizes.

    "Sheer pantyhose? Opaque? Or maybe thigh high?" He chose thigh
high and opaque. I showed him the trying room and securely shut the
door behind him as he went in.

    As I stood behind the cash register, I knew a little of what he
was feeling as he tried on the silky material. I wanted to do some of
that at another time. I could imagine him standing in those spike
heels for the first time. It was vicariously exciting.

    It was nearly a half hour later when he came back to the register
and told me he'd take everything. He seemed much less nervous and very
happy. When he put everything beside the register so I could tally it
up, the panties were missing. I mentioned it softly and he pulled a
corner of them out of his sports coat pocket to show me but pushed
them back in immediately.  He'd beat off in the panties. I just knew
it.

    The total price was enormous, as far as I was concerned. But he
happily paid for it in cash.  He smiled and even waved as he left the
store. I told him to come back again and he said that I should plan on
it.

    Almost the minute he left, Gloria came to me and hugged me.

    "You were perfect," she said. "Darling, we're going to make a mint
working together.

    "I'll tell you what. I'm going to come in at 9 tomorrow to open
for you but you'll have it until 5. I'll come back in about 4 or so
and stay to closing. To start, I'll pay you minimum wage for a salary
and give you 10 percent of what you sell. Okay?" I nodded. "I want you
to work all the weekdays because that's when most of the guys come in
-- during the day, during the week. And, if you can, about four hours
in the morning Saturdays. I'll take Sundays.  Okay?"

    I smiled and nodded happily.

    "Oh, and 40 percent off of anything you buy, including the stuff
you're wearing now. Okay?  Pay me when you get paid. What you can
afford."

    I agree immediately, of course. I was wondering how I'd ever be
able to afford the expensive breast forms.

    I met Michelle as she left her hair place. She too would be
working 9 to 5 for minimum wage and tips from the manicures and
pedicures. We were set up.

    The girls at the house were excited with our good fortune but,
momentarily, pissed that I hadn't bought food for dinner. When I
produced a big sack of hamburgers and fries, they forgave me even
though they weren't as hot as when I bought them.


                            Chapter 3

THOUGH TIRED FROM my first extended day of work, I got up happily the
next morning, dressed with Michelle's help, and, with Pat and Phil,
went to work. The day seemed to whiz by as I took care of a slow but
steady customer load.

    The remainder of the week went along in the same way with the half
day Saturday almost like a holiday.

    Michelle and I had worked out what our share should be for our
food and housing with Mary and Doris, who we found acted as a sort of
house referee and manager. I had the majority of my Saturday paycheck
left over when I subtracted my share. Actually, the 10 percent
commission I had been getting all through the week more than paid for
that share.

    Being a woman now, I went straight to Pat and Phil's store before
leaving the mall. They'd told me to stop by but they hadn't told me
the deal they could work with me until I got there and started looking
at clothes.

    "Amy. You pick out some things and Pat or I will buy it for you
with our employee discount and bring it home for you," Phil said. They
seemed to be pleased they could do it for me and I was really happy it
would cost so much less.

    Since I'd already picked out a couple of panty and bra sets, and a
peignoir for myself at Frederick's during the week, I stuck to a
couple of really neat dresses and some skirts and blouses.

    I'd bought bras that exactly fit my breast forms since I had time
during the week to try them in several until I found some that were
perfect. That meant that they could be really lacy without fear of
discovery. And now, because they were so good, I could buy any blouse
or dress I wanted whose necklines didn't fall below the top and straps
of my bras.

    I'd also picked panties or teddies and pantyhose that gave me the
right support so I didn't have to worry about showing in any
skirt. I'd even tried on a pair of Michelle's shorts and a pair of her
jeans and found that if they weren't tight between the legs, I could
wear them. I didn't really like tucking in, as we called it, but I
could do it if I needed to. It was just a lot more comfortable if I
tucked down in pantyhose or just stayed straight in loose-fronted
things.

    I worked hard at not getting turned on, that prevented a lot of
problems, but sometimes, like shopping, I knew it was going to happen
and prepared in a bathroom before I started.

    Michelle showed me a nurse's trick she'd heard about from an aunt
or somebody. You just flick it at the base with one finger if you are
getting hard, and it goes away. She said nurses do that all the
time. It sure worked the couple of times I needed it in the store.

    The longest skirt I chose at Pat and Phil's was about 20 inches
long and had a little slit in the side. The shortest one I picked was
probably about 16 inches. I had to check that one in the mirror while
I was sitting down to make sure I wouldn't show in the tucked down
position.  I didn't but I think I'd better do something else if I
think I might get excited wearing it.

    One of the dresses is a nylon thing that's really lightweight so
it feels like I'm not wearing anything and is cut right down to the
top of my bra. The other one is really fine off-white lace that covers
my arms and all the way around my neck but is almost see-through. The
skirt has a little built-in half slip.

    I tried on all the Frederick's shoes during the week but all of
them have too high heels. I'm not that good with high heels yet
anyway. But these were silly, they were so high.

    After I left Pat and Phil's, I went to the shoe store and got a
pair of white street pumps that have a sharp toe but no sides or heel
backs with a little ankle strap that holds them on. Then I got a pair
of black patent leather ones, too. They have about 3 inch heels that
aren't too high but are more than my work shoes.

    Next week I'll start buying a little costume jewelry so I can wear
something besides Michelle's.

    When I stopped to talk to Michelle at the Hair Factory, she
introduced me to a bunch of the girls that work there. One of them,
Marjorie, wants to do my hair and said she'd do it at the end of the
day some day so she wouldn't have to charge me full price. That way I
can get a real perm and a hairstyle done by a real professional.

                          * * *

    Bob came in this afternoon again. He's been in two or three times
since I helped him that first night to buy more stuff. Each time, he's
a lot less nervous even though one of the times there were some women
in the store. He still looked around until they left, instead of
running out or something, and bought a bra before he left.

    He told me he was wearing the panties all the time now and that
he'd even bought some for everyday at the J. C. Penney store. He said
he wore a teddy to work one day and nobody said anything but he felt
like everyone could see it through his shirt so he won't do that
again.

    He also said he'd bought a long wig the same color as his hair and
that it really felt neat to wear it. I guess he has his own apartment.

                          * * *

    I think the third morning, I did my own makeup and, after Michelle
said I did okay, have been doing it every day since. One day after
work, I went to the big department store that anchors one end of the
mall. They had a woman at the cosmetics counter that was doing color
tests and showing how to take advantage of your best features.

    She said I was a "spring", I guess because of my green eyes, and
showed me my best colors. I spent about an hour with her showing me
all the best ways to do eye shadow, blush, contour shading, lipstick,
and all the rest of the stuff. I ended up getting the smallest bottles
of stuff I could for daytime and, next week, she's going to help me
with nighttime makeup and I'll buy some of it, too.

    I think it'd be funny if I got better at it than Michelle. I don't
think I will though since the Hair Factory has a cosmetics woman, too,
who's promised her to show her some things. She's a "winter" blond
because of her really light skin and blue eyes. Her hair's almost
white instead of being sort of dishwater blond like mine.

                          * * *

    The girls at the house have all been really super. They made us
feel comfortable right away.  Phillis is probably the least
friendly. She seems like she's almost jealous whenever somebody talks
to Pat. The other night, we were all watching TV and I was sitting on
the couch next to Pat. Well when Phil came in, she sat right down
between us even though it was a little close and there was an empty
chair right on the other side of me.

    She doesn't like the bean bag stuff chairs anyway. She says it
makes her feel like she's sitting on the floor.

    Mary, who looks a bunch more high class than the rest of us, just
plops into those stuff chairs like nothing. Even if sitting like that
pulls her short skirts up to her panties, she just crosses her ankles
or her knees and goes ahead and sits there. Sometimes, she turns her
legs to the side and sits on them or something.

    I think she's about the coolest woman of the bunch. She doesn't
let being a woman go to her head. And she sure doesn't rub in the fact
that she's a model while the rest of us are just salesgirls and stuff.

    Doris was made to be an executive secretary like she is. I mean,
she just naturally takes over all the details. Mary sort of sets
general policy but Doris takes care of everything from there.

    Jo just takes life easy. She does clean up the house during the
day. Everywhere but the rooms that are everybody's own
responsibility. Mostly Jo just watches TV or goes out with some of her
friends.

    Pat is probably the sweetest girl in the place and is always a
pretty quiet lady. I mean that in a good way. She really is a
lady. Mostly, when I ask her a question or something, Phil pops in
with the answer and Pat just smiles and agrees. I think she lets Phil
run over her too much. But I guess everyone is comfortable with
different things.

    Last night though, I think I heard Pat and Phil doing something
together. I hadn't fallen asleep right away and after a while, I heard
some talk and then some moaning and stuff. I really do think they're
lesbians now, and that they were making love to each other.

    It doesn't bother me any. After all, I'm not everything that the
people here think I am either.

                          * * *

    This week, as well as filling out my wardrobe some and finishing
my makeup lessons and getting my hair done right, each of the girls
came into the store.

    Mary and Doris bought really sexy underthings and were excited
about having that secret under their work clothes. Mary, of course,
has modeled a lot of underwear and stuff so sexy stuff is nothing
new. But I still thought it was pretty funny to know these women, in
their classy outfits, had my kind of underwear on underneath.

    I'll bet if Doris's bosses knew, they'd freak out since she's the
one with the longer skirts and suits and everything. She bought a
garter belt and crotchless panties, too. They'd really freak at that,
I'll bet.

    Jo came in, too, and got a bunch of stuff. After I told Gloria
what I was doing, I bought the stuff for her on my employee discount,
like Pat and Phil did for me.

    Pat and Phil came in, too, and I did the same thing for them. Pat
was sort of embarrassed but she bought some really sexy underthings
and a dildo. We don't put those out in a display case or anything but
anybody who buys the catalogue knows the store sells them.

    It was a little gold headed vibrator, really, but it's shaped like
a penis. She's sort of bashful and said it was to massage out the sore
muscles she gets in her legs from standing all day. I don't
know. Maybe that's the truth.

    Phil came in a different time and bought a set of the really
provocative leather underwear that has the chains and stuff on it and
a split between the legs and little snap on covers for the nipples on
the top part. She also bought the first pair of those really high
leather boots that anybody has since I worked here. They're really
expensive so I checked specially with Gloria before I put that on my
employee discount.

    She came back later and bought a black corset with garters on it
and black nylons. The spike heels I thought were tacky but she likes
them. I've sold quite a few of those to women so I guess maybe I don't
know what I'm talking about.

                          * * *

    Bob came in two days this week. Well, I sort of made him come back
the second time because the first time, he asked me if he could make
dinner for me Saturday. I wanted to talk to Michelle first and, since
she thought it was okay, I told him okay when he came back the second
time.

    I took my shower after work Saturday and spent extra time doing my
hair and makeup.  Then I dressed in my lace dress for the first time
out. It really was a date, after all, and I wanted to look as pretty
as I could. I even did my nighttime makeup for the first time.

    I was ready and sitting in the living room watching TV with Jo,
Michelle, and Doris when the doorbell rang. Jo answered the door and
made Bob come in to the living room just like a kid picking up a date
or something. He was a little embarrassed but let me introduce him to
everyone before we left.

    It was pretty neat to have a guy walk close to me with his hand in
the middle of my back to guide me to his car and then open the door
for me. It made me feel like a real lady for the first time. I'd
gotten a little use to being just "one of the girls" at the house. But
this was different and nice.

    We drove quite a ways before he pulled into the parking lot of an
apartment house and came around the car to open the door for me
again. He guided me again up to his apartment on the top of the
building. I was impressed. It's a beautiful place and very expensive.

    He put on some music first and then showed me his balcony. Through
a pair of sliding glass doors, the balcony looks out over the city and
even has a little bit of a view of the bay, though there are some
other buildings in the way.

    That sort of told me that he's pretty well off but that he's not a
millionaire or anything like that.

    He asked me if I wanted a drink and I said I did but I didn't know
what, that I didn't drink very much. Actually, this would be my first
drink. He suggested white wine and that sounded okay and tasted even
better.

    He wanted me to sit down or look at the view from the balcony or
something but I followed him to the kitchen instead. It was pretty
messed up but was clean and very modern.  Different from the house
where all the appliances were usable but pretty old and just white.
His were all black fronts and shiny chrome. He even had a butcher
block built right into the top of the cupboard where he could work.

    I watched him stir some sauce and put on spaghetti. Then he cut up
vegetables for a salad while garlic bread heated up. While he got the
spaghetti and sauce to the table, I took the garlic bread and salads.

    He held my chair for me before he sat down. Then he poured red
wine for both of us even though I'd just finished my white wine. I
tried to remember my manners while I wolfed down two helpings of
spaghetti, all my salad with Italian dressing, and about four pieces
of garlic bread. Somehow, I made it through without getting splatters
of sauce all over my new dress.

    He asked if I wanted ice cream but I was finally too full to hold
anything more. So we sat at the table for a little while and just
talked as we finished the last of the bottle of wine.

    Finally he got really serious looking and said, "You know what I
am, right Amy?"

    "No. What?" I asked innocently.

    "You know the things I buy from you at Frederick's. You know I
like to wear those things."

    "Yeah," I said. Of course I knew that. I thought he meant
something different.

    "That makes me a transvestite." I'd never heard the word before
but it didn't bother me. I didn't know what I'd been doing had a
name. "Some people call it cross-dressing."

    "Yeah, maybe," I said then, a little irritated with the feeling I
was getting that he thought it was bad or something. I sure
didn't. "But girls dress in guys' clothes all the time. What's wrong
with that?"

    He grinned at me.

    "You are a very unusual person," he said. "Most people think of
this as a kind of perversion." I thought about it. I guessed it was
true but it didn't seem right to me.

    "Do you like it? To dress in panties and things?" I asked. He
nodded and smiled at me as he held his wine glass in both hands. "Do
you do bad things because of it?"

    "No," he said pointedly. "I've read up on it quite a lot. There
hasn't been a recorded case of a cross dresser doing anything wrong or
bad. I don't know. Maybe more of them have homosexual affairs or
something. But the information about it says that isn't as likely as
with the rest of the populace."

    "Then, if it doesn't hurt anybody and you sure aren't going around
telling everybody about it, what does it matter?" It seemed obvious to
me.

    He laughed loudly. "Okay, Amy. I'm at least convinced that you
don't care. I wish that no one else did. But," he seemed to think,
"maybe that's part of the draw of the thing. The chance for
discovery. The excitement of it."

    "I think that if anyone else knew, they probably wouldn't even
care," I said.

    "My dear old mother would," he said with a little grin.

    "How do you know? Have you asked her?" He roared his laughter
then.

    "You're wonderful, Amy," he said with twinkling eyes. "You really
make me feel quite normal."

    "Good," I said. "Shall we do the dishes?" I started to pick up my
plate and he put up his hand.

    "No way. You can help me clear the table and that's
all. Understood?" I nodded my agreement and then slid my chair back
and picked up some dishes. It took three trips each and about five
minutes to clear the table and clean off the tablecloth.

    "Amy?" he said finally as he watched me finish the clean-up. "I
have a favor to ask."

    "So ask," I said.

    He hemmed and hawed around for a while until I wondered what he
wanted. Then he finally seemed to get his courage up and opened his
mouth. It still stuck for a minute.

    "Amy, would you help me?" I couldn't figure what he meant and I'm
sure I was looking at him strangely.

    "Help me to dress and ... ah, make up and ... you know."

    "You mean to dress as a woman?" I asked. It seemed strange that he
would be this nervous with me after all the things I'd sold him, but
he still was.

    "You mean hold your dress or what?"

    "No, no," he said quickly with his hands in front of himself. "I
know how to get dressed. I just don't know anything about makeup and
how to act and . . . you know. Be a woman for a little while. Just a
little while."

    "Oh," I said, dismissing it with a wave. "Just that? I thought you
wanted something big." I had been worried that he wanted to make love
to me or something and I didn't know how to react to that for
sure. "Do you have makeup and stuff?"

    He nodded.

    "Well, go get it and lets work here at the table where we can
see. Okay? Do you have a hand mirror or something so you can see what
to do?" He was smiling and almost bounded between me and the door to
his bedroom. Finally he made his decision and went through the
door. In a moment, he was back with an armload of cosmetics, a makeup
mirror, and a towel.  He took off his sports coat and shirt and sat
down in his teeshirt at the end of the table nearest me.

    For the next hour, I told him how to put mascara and lipstick and
eye shadow and stuff on.  I kept telling him how lucky it was that I'd
had my lessons from the cosmetics lady at the Sears store the week
before. I got done finally and he seemed to think he could do it again
if he had to. I knew from experience that it would take a few times
before he got it looking as good as this again.

    I sent him off to the bedroom to get dressed and went through his
tapes and CD's to see what I liked. I picked out a couple of things
and started a CD before he returned.

    "Wow!" I said, maybe a little stronger than I really felt. But
he'd done a pretty good job of picking out clothes. His skirt was
longer than I like and the red blouse was too complete a cover for me,
but he looked pretty good. With his wig on, his face didn't look as
much like a mask as it had before. "I think maybe we got a little too
much mascara on. But other than that you look great!"

    "Thanks," he said breathlessly, his smile and blush showing
plainly. He did look good. Like an older woman, maybe 30 or something.

    "I think your voice has to be higher," I said. "Try it." He did
and sounded phoney. "No.  Lower but real quiet maybe. Like Marilyn
Monroe or something."

    He turned sideways to me and slid his hand down his hip almost to
his knee. "Come up and see me some time," he moaned. More phoney but
at least it was funny.

    "Okay, sit down and cross your legs," I said, smiling at his funny
walk in the high heels he was wearing. The dress was all spangly with
sequins and really ugly. But his shape was right.  His walk was really
phoney, too. Too forced.

    He sat down in an upholstered chair and crossed his legs right but
cringed in pain. I bet myself that he'd tucked it between like I had
to sometimes. And that hurt if you weren't real careful.

    "What's wrong?" I asked innocently.

    "I just crushed something I would have rather not crushed," he
said.

    "I'll bet you put you penis back between your legs," I said. He
flushed and nodded. "It would probably be more comfortable if you just
pointed it down inside your pantyhose or maybe you could get away with
it normal with this heavy dress."

    He got up and walked gingerly across the room and back into the
bedroom. He'd hardly left when he returned, walked to the chair, and
sat down again, crossing his legs at the knee.

    "Thanks. That's better."

    "Okay. Now, if you want to look like a feminine woman, when you
walk, take shorter steps and try to walk one foot in front of the
other in a line ..."

    I suggested things to him for more than an hour. He listened and
then tried things like walking and talking and shaking hands and all
sorts of things. Every time he moved, I'd think of something else. It
surprised me a lot that I actually knew all these things and did them
without thinking about it at all. Michelle had given me a little bit
of training but not on hardly any of the things Bob and I talked
about.

    Finally, I thought that I'd passed on all the information I could
without watching how he applied it and stopped.

    "Would you show me your clothes?" I asked after a minute. I
wondered if he just had bad taste, like this sequined dress, or if he
had been trying to show me something I didn't understand.

    Following my advice on how to walk and move, he led the way into
his bedroom. It was a beautiful room with satin sheets on the bed and
nice furniture. The dresser was huge. He walked to it and showed me
two drawers full of things he'd bought from me in the last two weeks,
along with a few other things he must have gotten before.

    Then he went to one of the his and hers closets and opened the
doors. There were four pairs of shoes, including some I'd sold him,
laying on the floor. Three other dresses hung there -- a lace one like
the one I was wearing, a white sweater dress, and a short, low-cut
leather dress.

    "Nice," I said. What he had was okay maybe but nobody would wear
any of these outfits out anywhere but a really wild place like a disco
or something. Maybe to a fancy restaurant where everyone wears
tuxedos. I didn't know about that. He probably had a couple of dozen
nightgowns and a whole drawer stuffed with panties and bras and
teddies.

    I thought he rarely got as far as putting on a dress but mostly
just liked the underthings.

    "Bob? You told me you were wearing panties sometimes to work." He
nodded.  "Sometimes, you wear nighties to bed, too, right?" He nodded
again and crossed his arms. He was wondering what my point was, I
think.

    "But you never wear anything else out of your apartment, do you?
These dresses don't look like you've even worn them," I noted.

    "Yeah. I've worn them a couple of times each. To watch TV and eat
dinner and that sort of thing. But that's all."

    "Do you like women dressed in these kinds of things?" He looked at
the dresses and sort of nodded.

    "But, Bob. I've never seen anyone wear dresses like this except
for the sweater dress. And, I guess, your lace dress is a lot like the
dress I'm wearing except it's fancier."

    "Yeah, I guess you're right."

    "What I'm asking, I guess, is what would you wear if we went out
together sometime?" I let the question hang in the silent room.

    He gulped nervously like he had when I first met him in the
store. His hands fluttered.

    "I-I never --"

    "You never planned to go out, did you?" I asked.

    "Huh uh," he stumbled.

    "What would you do if I wanted to go out with you?" He actually
wrung his hands like they do in the old movies when they're really
scared or nervous.

    "I don't know," he finally sputtered out.

    "Well, I guess you better come in to the mall the beginning of the
week, sometime during the day when the business is light, and I'll
take you to the store that Pat and Phil work in so you can pick out
some clothes you could really wear."


                            Chapter 4

I'D TALKED TO Pat Sunday as we watched TV alone for a few minutes and
told her about Bob. She thought it was funny that a guy would want to
dress up like a girl but she didn't really care.

    Bob was there at 9, when the mall opened and, luckily, before
Gloria had left. He was carrying a briefcase in one hand like I'd told
him to. I asked her to watch the store for just a few minutes and that
I'd be right back. She agreed with no problem since she had a couple
of things to do before she planned to leave anyway.

    When we got to the store, Phil was setting up the register and I
introduced Bob to Pat. He was back to being really nervous again like
the first time he'd been in my store.

    "I think she's a 10 petite," he said. Pat looked him up and down.

    "No," she said. "I think she's probably more long waisted. Maybe a
10 regular or even a 12." She didn't wait for anything else but went
to the dress rack and chose a couple of 10's and a 12 and headed for
the dressing room at the back.

    Bob just stood frozen next to me as we watched her.

    "That's your cue," I said. "You need to try on some things for
size and then you can look for what you want to buy at your leisure."
I'd never seen a man so pale and frightened. I was afraid he was going
to run out of the store any minute.

    So I put my arm in his and walked back to the back of the store
with him. Pat met us there.

    "Take your time," she said, "and when you're ready just say so and
I'll come and check on the sizes for you. Okay?" He nodded nervously
and shut himself in the dressing room.

    I'd told him to put his breast forms and a bra in the briefcase so
he could really try on the clothes. I heard the briefcase open so I
guess he'd done that.

    "He's sort of cute," Pat said.

    "Yeah, he's a nice guy," I replied. "Even more, he's a super
customer. I'll bet he's spent $1000 or more in my place in the last
couple of weeks. And if you're nice, he'll probably spend even more in
here."

    "I meant as a guy," she said then with a grin. I hadn't really
thought about him that way, I guess. I shrugged.

    "Well, he makes wonderful spaghetti." I heard the door open behind
where we were standing and his nervous voice.

    "I guess I'm ready." I followed Pat back to the little room and
watched her pull the door all the way open and Bob's
flush. Businesslike, she didn't even look at him but only at the dress
and how it fit.

    "That's the 10, right?" she said. He'd taken the time to put on
pantyhose and heels as well as the bra, I saw. She pulled at sleeves
and put her fingers on the sides of his waist and on his hips. Then
she pulled a little at the bodice. "We'll have to be careful
here. You're a little bigger at the top than I expected. Okay, try on
the others."

    She shut the door behind her and I saw that Bob was now looking at
the dress instead of at Pat's reaction to him in it.

    "He's got a nice shape," she said to me. "Better than I'd
expected. Those tits feel like the real thing."

    "We only sell the best," I noted for her with a grin. She laughed
softly.

    The door opened again and he stood in one of the other dresses.

    "That's what I thought," Pat said as she again inspected
him. "See, Amy. It's too tight across the top and the waist is a
little high, too. I think the sleeves would be better longer, too.  I
think we'll be safer with 12's. Would you try it on, please?"

    He pulled the door shut behind her.

    "So, is he taking you out or something?" she said.

    "Yeah, sort of. I told him I'd take him out if he had something
decent to wear that wasn't outrageous."

    "Take him out? Oh. Like this?"

    "Uh huh. You ought to see the dresses he had
before. Leather. Sequins. Ugly!" I wrinkled my nose.

    "I imagine. But you're going out with him while he's dressed as a
woman?"

    "Sure. Why not?" She only giggled.

    "What if you get caught? Won't that be embarrassing?" I just
shrugged. It really hadn't crossed my mind.

    "Okay," he said from behind us. Pat again went to him.

    "Yeah. That's much better. Okay. If you want to come out, we'll
look at the 12's for something you'd like." He blanched again and
turned back to the dressing room.

    "I think I better change first," he said nervously.

    "Oh, yeah. Of course," Pat said. She was playing this
perfectly. Just matter-of-fact.  Nothing unusual. He ducked back into
the dressing room.

    Pat and I walked up to the rack of 12's and started looking
through it. In about a minute, he came up behind us in his sports coat
and pants. I was sure now that he was in good hands.

    "Now what would she like," Pat said. "This one is nice ..."

    "Bye, Bob. Pat. See you later. I have to get back to the store."
They both waved and Bob nodded with a blush and a big smile.

                          * * *

    About an hour later, Bob walked in the store with bags hanging
from both hands.

    "What'd you get," I asked. He was beaming.

    "Everything!" he whispered in a bubbly voice. "Dresses, blouses,
skirts, slacks. I even got a party dress." He quickly held up his hand
to stop my comment. "You'll like it. No sequins." I smiled. "Now I'm
off to the shoe store. I have to get something besides all those spike
heels.  But I needed to ask you what my size is. I was too scared to
notice when I bought them."

    I told him and watched him bound out of the store and down the
mall, swinging his bags.

                          * * *

    One of the girls from the store next to mine and I had an
agreement about covering for each other during lunch breaks. She took
over and I went down to talk to Pat and Phil.

    "Well?" I asked.

    "Thanks, Amy. He's a great customer!" Pat said.

    "I think he's a pervert," Phil added with a frown. "But what the
hell. Anybody who spends 2500 bucks is a great customer. Right? I
don't have to agree with who's going to wear the clothes."

    "Ah, he's a nice guy, Phil," I said. "Give him a break."

    "No problem. If he brings his checkbook, I'll greet him like a
long lost brother anytime he wants to come in the store."

    We laughed and talked for quite a while. Then I saw a really wide
belt like I've been looking for and bought it. They winked and said
they'd bring it home with them. Discount again. I was pleased.

    I wondered a little what Phil would think if she knew the girl in
the next room was really a guy. It made me smile as I went back to the
store.

                          * * *

    Bob was the topic of conversation at the dinner table that
night. I was really more than a little bit surprised at the reactions
to Phil's expose of Bob's shopping trip.

    Michelle, of course, said it seemed okay to her and Mary didn't
think it was a big deal at all.  She said she'd known a model who was
really a guy and that he'd been very good. He just wouldn't do panty
modeling. Everyone laughed at that. She said he had bigger breasts
that she does and that he'd been taking some kind of hormones to do
that.

    Doris said her attorneys had helped some guy who wanted to become
a girl completely and that it had been a really complicated thing to
do. Something about having to change all kinds of things, including
his name, formally in court. She didn't express an opinion on what she
thought about the guy.

    Jo was like Phil. Outraged that a man would want to wear women's
clothes. She thought it was perverted like Phil had said in the store.

    "I thought he was cute," Pat said. "He was cute as a guy and then,
when he tried on the cocktail dress I sold him, he looked great as a
woman, too." She frowned. "At least he would have if his hair was
longer and he had some makeup on. His body was fine and he's got super
legs. I wish mine were as good."

                          * * *

    Michelle waited until we were in bed before she really said
anything.

    I had crawled in ahead of her as she straightened up the room a
little. She tends to take her things off and just drop them on the
floor so she has to pick them up later. I always hang my stuff up
right away or put it in the laundry bag.

    I was laying there propped up on one elbow watching in my little
baby doll nightgown. I'd even found a sleep bra so I could wear my
forms and not worry about getting caught without them. The baby doll
panties helped, too, since I never slept without underwear.

    I liked watching Michelle move around the room because she was
always so feminine. The more aware of women I'd had to become, the
more I respected the way she was such a natural one. She never ever
did anything that looked masculine or clunky. That's neat and, from
watching the other girls in the house and those at work, I knew it
wasn't all that normal.

    All women have some masculine traits with older women looking even
more so than the younger ones. And young girls, like Michelle, were
just learning and had a lot of clunky movements. Not masculine maybe
but not feminine like hers.

    My time with Bob had showed me what some of the masculine
movements were that I guess I never really noticed. I thought I was
doing pretty well being a girl. At least I didn't have any of the big,
noticeable movements that I'd seen in Bob when he was dressed. But I
didn't have any really overt feminine movements like Michelle did
either, I don't think.

    Finally, Michelle got finished with her cleanup and came to bed. I
was just laying there on my back looking up at the ceiling when she
started talking to me.

    "Do you think it's dangerous? What you're doing with Bob?"

    "What do you mean?" I asked.

    "I mean, what if the other girls start seeing similarities between
you and him." That worried me a little.

    "Do you think they will? I mean, don't I act like a girl?"

    "Yeah, you do fine." She was quiet for a minute. "Better than
fine. You're really good at it."

    "Do you think anybody suspects?" She seemed to think an awful long
time about that.

    "No. I don't think so anyway." I heaved a sigh of relief. I didn't
want to leave the life I was making here.

    "Good. Then everything's okay. Right?" She was quiet again for a
long time before she spoke again.

    "What about Bob?" I thought.

    "What about him?"

    "What if he finds out?" I wondered again.

    "If he does, then we both have the same secret. I mean of the
other guy's. You know."

    "Yeah. I guess. But what if he wants to make love with you?"

    "Do you think he would?"

    "Sure. You're a lovely girl and, except for dressing, he's just a
guy. What if he decided he . . . well, what if he got really turned on
while he's dressing and doing all that other stuff?"

    "I don't feel like I want to make love with him, Michelle," I
said. I hadn't thought about it but I didn't really want to make love
to him. I'd never even come close to making love to anyone. And he'd
never suggested it either. "No. I don't think he wants to do that."

    "You don't know everything about being a girl, Amy. I mean, a lot
of guys want to make love to a pretty girl like you."

    "Really? No one ever said."

    "I heard a couple of guys at the mall talking about the girl at
the Frederick's store. You.  They said they did. Wanted to make love
to you."

    "Really? That's what they said?" I wondered who they were.

    "No. Really one of the guys said he wanted to fuck that hot blond
in the Frederick's really.  That was his words." I could feel myself
blushing. I didn't know what to say.

    She was leaning on one elbow looking at me with her fingers sort
of plucking at the front of my nightgown.

    "That was just talk though, right?" I was looking into her eyes
there beside me in the dark room.

    "Yeah. Probably," she said. "They thought you were really sexy
though."

    "Well then if that's true, I shouldn't have anything to worry
about with the girls or, ah, anybody thinking I'm like Bob. Right?"

    "Yeah. You're probably right. But be careful, huh?"

    "Sure, Michelle." She was still looking at the front of my
nightgown and her fingers were still touching the little pieces of
lace.

    "I'd miss you, Amy," she said even more softly than she had been
speaking before.

    "I'd miss you, too." I reached across and brushed her hair with my
fingers. She put her arm across me and laid her head down on my
shoulder.

    "I like being with you," she whispered, her breath caressing my
neck. Her leg went across mine. I didn't know what to say. "I'd miss
sleeping with you."

    She kissed the side of my jaw softly. It sent tingles all over my
body. I knew the panties weren't going to be up to this as I started
getting turned on. Her hand was rubbing my side and her leg was moving
just a little up and down on mine. I could feel her breathing
changing.

    I turned my head and looked into her eyes, only a couple of inches
away. I couldn't take it anymore. I kissed her lips. Her leg stopped
moving and her hand froze to my side. I broke off the soft kiss and
she kissed me instead. But this kiss was different. Her lips spread
slightly, vibrating against mine and her arm tightened on my side,
pulling me closer.

    My hand was still at the side of her hair and I slipped it to the
back of her neck and pulled her mouth to mine hard. She took a deep,
shuddering breath and relaxed into the kiss, her mouth opening around
mine and her tongue snaking out to my lips. When I accepted her, it
plunged far into my mouth.

    She rolled more toward me then, turning her head sideways and
almost nervously delving into my mouth over and over like she couldn't
get her tongue far enough in. A moan, almost a growl, came from deep
in her chest and mingled with mine.

    I lifted the leg that she didn't have hers over already and felt
her hot center against my hip, her leg sliding between mine now. Her
foot pressed against the inside of my knee.

    I put my other arm around her back and held her tight to me as she
continued her escalating kiss. She was losing control and it felt
wonderful.

    Unexpectedly, she rolled away from me and, surprised, I watched
her as she sat up and stripped off her nightgown. My hand on her neck
had been pulled away from her but she turned back to me, taking my
hand and putting it on her naked breast.

    "There," she hissed. "Right there." She just hovered there above
me. "I've always wanted someone to touch me like that. To touch my
breast." She closed her eyes and just poised there as I ran my fingers
over her breast, back and forth across her nipple. I didn't know they
got big like that. It was really swelling up hard.

    I turned my head a little and pulled her to me, taking her nipple
and as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. When I sucked on
her, she moaned loudly and brought her arm down so she was holding my
head to her. In my peripheral vision, I could see her knee bend and
her leg go up. I liked it that it felt so good to her.

    I slid my hand down to her bottom and felt the way she was pumping
it into my front. My hand went into her panties behind, cupping her
bottom and pushing and releasing with her movement as I sucked on her
nipple. She was moaning a lot now.

    Then, real suddenly, she dropped her head down and hugged my whole
body, it felt like.  Her middle went a little crazy for a minute and I
felt as much as heard her make funny noises into my hair. It would
have been loud, I thought, if she hadn't smothered them in my hair and
the pillow.

    After a minute or two, she settled down again and rolled off me.

    She pulled the covers up around us but mostly her bare shoulders
and put her head on my arm, pulling it around her.

    "Thanks," she said softly. In about a minute flat, I could hear
that she was asleep. But I couldn't sleep for a long time. Mostly, it
was because I hurt between the legs.


                            Chapter 5

GLORIA CAME INTO the store at her regular time the next day even
though she didn't have anything to do during her hour before I
left. It was a Tuesday and really slow in the store.

    I'd been thinking about what Michelle and I had done the night
before. It really bothered me. I mean, I liked it but there was
something wrong, too.

    "Gloria?"

    "Yeah, sweetie?" she said as she looked through the stock on the
shelves.

    "Have you ever made love with someone?" She looked at me a little
funny but then, I guess, decided I just wanted to know.

    "Of course. I'm 28 years old. I've been with several men."

    "Did they --" It made nervous to talk to her about this. "Did they
touch your breasts?"

    "Uh huh."

    "Maybe kissed them?" She blushed a little but answered anyway.

    "Yes."

    "Did it feel good?" Now she laughed nervously.

    "Yes. It did. Does."

    "When they do that, does it make your body sort of go crazy after
a while?"

    "You mean, have I had an orgasm from having someone ... kiss my
breasts?" I guess that's what I meant. I nodded. "It's rather hard to
find someone who'll take the time to make you feel that good that
way. But yes. It's happened."

    "What's an orgasm?" I'd never heard the word before.

    "Ah," she began. "It's, ah, like you said. When you lose control
of your body for a minute because it feels so good."

    "Do just girls have orgasms?"

    "No, honey. Guys have orgasms, too."

    "Oh."

    "Did someone make you have an orgasm that way?" she asked, paying
full attention to me now.

    "No. Not really. I just heard about it. You know."

    "From one of your housemates." I nodded again.

    "Gloria? Is that the way you have orgasms. You said that you had
one sometimes that way.  Is there another way?"

    "Oh, sweetie," she said rather pointedly. "We've got to have a
talk right now."

    "Yes, ma'am," I said before remembering how much she hated it. She
said it made her feel old.

    "First, yes. Most girls, particularly when they're young, can have
an orgasm from having a guy suck on their tits." I was a little
embarrassed by her words but I'd heard them before, of course. "But
usually, you get an orgasm from having a guy's penis inside
you. Between your legs."

    "Really?"

    "Uh huh. That's what I thought," she said to herself. "Yes. And
there are other ways, too.  For instance, oral sex. A guy can kiss you
between the legs, suck on you, and give you an orgasm. You can do the
same thing with a guy's penis in your mouth."

    "Really?" I was astonished. I'd never thought of it.

    "Yes. And a guy can even make you have an orgasm by rubbing your
clit. Like you do when you masturbate."

    "What's that?"

    "You don't masturbate? Rub yourself until you have a really good
feeling?"

    "No. I never have."

    "Well," she said skeptically. "You can if you want to and a lot of
girls, no most girls, do it every now and then."

    "Okay. But I meant that other thing you said. Clit?"

    "Oh. Well. Up above your pussy, there's a little thing that gets
hard when you get turned on. Sort of like a very little penis. If you
touch it, or a guy touches it, it feels really good and gives you an
orgasm after a few minutes."

    "Hmm. Like a little penis?"

    "Uh huh."

    "Can a guy have an orgasm, too?"

    "All too easily, sweetheart," she said with a smile. "Sometimes,
too easily. They get their orgasm from pumping up and down inside you,
between your legs, or by just pumping up and down on it with their
hand. Or yours. You can do that, too."

    When I had time to think about it, I realized, with a little grin
to myself, that she'd forgotten that I am a boy.

                          * * *

    After dinner that night, I helped Mary with the dishes even though
it wasn't my turn. I wanted to see if she believed the same things
Gloria told me.

    "Mary? Have you ever had an orgasm?" I asked as I dried.

    "You bet. I have wham bang, earth-shattering orgasms. They even
scare guys I'm with sometimes if they don't expect it."

    "Really? Why?"

    "I guess I'm just pretty noisy and jump all over the bed," her
eyes got a little far away for a second. "Or wherever," she added with
a grin.

    "How do they do it, Mary? Just by putting their penis inside you
between the legs?"

    "Of course," she said. "That way among others. For that, any old
way's fine with me."

    "Even kissing your clit?"

    "Oh, that's a guarantee. Occasionally, some guy's too interested
in himself to wait for me to come fucking. But if he eats me, it's all
over."

    "Eats you? Is that like kissing?"

    "More. Much more. More like licking and sucking and sticking his
tongue in my pussy and the whole works. I can come three or four times
in about 15 minutes that way."

    "No kidding?"

    "Of course, you know --" she stopped and sort of looked horrified
for a second. "No. You probably don't know. Have you been with a man,
Amy?"

    "Huh uh."

    "Good. Okay. Then we need to do a little advance work here just in
case."

    She spent the next half hour explaining the forms of birth control
to me.

    I knew right away I couldn't use an IUD and I didn't like the idea
of condoms. It sounded like the only way to go was birth control
pills. I'd talk to Michelle about a doctor's appointment.

                          * * *

    I talked to Michelle about the pills and how she had to go to the
doctor and get some as soon as possible. She already knows about a
clinic that does that so she said she would the next week.

    We were laying in bed, side by side talking like we do a lot, just
enjoying our being together and being able to talk about anything in
the world. She and I had no secrets at all between us.

    She told me that one of the hairdressers at her place was a guy
and she thought he was a homosexual and so did all the other
girls. But one of the girls had been making advances toward her. She
thought that probably meant she was a homosexual, too.

    "So, are you going to do something with her? Go out or whatever?"
I asked.

    "I don't know," she said. "What do you think?" She didn't wait for
my answer. "She told me there's a really nice place she wants to take
me and said there were a lot of her friends she'd introduce me to. She
said it would probably get me a really good job somewhere that would
be better than the Hair Factory. But I don't know. What do you think?"

    It sounded like she wanted to see what it was all about anyway. I
said, "I think you ought to go with her once and see. If you don't
like it, just don't go again."

    "Yeah, right," she said wistfully. "That's probably it. I mean,
once couldn't be all that bad and if I liked the place, then it would
be good. If I got a really good job from it, that would really be
great."

    Then she told me about some other thing that Jo and Pat had been
talking about but I'd heard it, too.

    I told her about my talk with Gloria then and she didn't believe
anything I said. It pretty much made me mad. Why shouldn't she believe
what Gloria said. I mean, she is about my best friend out of the
house.

    "Well, okay," I said then. "I thought it sounded too good to be
true so I talked to Mary while we were washing dishes."

    "About you kissing my breasts?" She was upset with me.

    "No. Of course not. About orgasms and making love and stuff."

    "Oh. What did she say?"

    "She said she had really great orgasms. And she said her very best
ones were when a guy would kiss her between the legs."

    "Really? That sounds gross!"

    "Uh huh. But she said it really feels good and that a woman can do
the same thing to a man."

    "Huh! Did she say she liked that, too?"

    "Yeah. She said a lot of women like to do that." I'd saved the
part about the clit cause I thought that was a good part. "Did you
know you have a little penis between your legs just like I do?"

    "I do not!"

    "That's what I thought, too, when Gloria told me. But Mary said
the same thing. They can't both be kidding, can they?"

    "Well, I don't know. But I don't have a little penis. I know
that."

    "Are you sure? They both said that all girls have them."

    "Where?"

    "They said that it's a spot just above your pussy. That's what
Mary called her hole down there." I'd obviously started her thinking
but I didn't know what she was thinking about.

    "Did she say what it felt like? I mean, how could you find it?"

    "She said it was just a sort of bump that was really sensitive and
felt good when you rub it or kiss it. When a guy kisses it, I mean."
She was thinking again.

    "Do you think you'd know what it was if you found it?"

    "I don't know. She said that girls know though. When a guy finds
it, I mean."

    "Amy?" she said softly, turning her head toward me. "Do you ..."

    She stopped and I decided I'd wait until she said something more
to make sure what she wanted to ask.

    "Would you look? I mean, touch me and see if there's ... see if I
feel ... see if there's a little penis there?"

    "Uh huh. If you want me to."

    "I ... want you to. But if I don't like it, I want you to
stop. Okay?"

    "Sure." I wanted this better defined. "You want me to kiss you
there and see if I can find it?"

    "Oh, no. Just see with your fingers. If it's supposed to be more
than my nipples then I've got to be able to feel it. Right?"

    "Uh huh. Okay. I'll look for you if you want."

    I turned over on my side and put my hand on her front. She was
wearing her baby doll panties like I was.

    "I don't think I can feel it through your panties," I said.

    "Oh, okay. I'll take them off." She moved around for a second,
pushing down the covers, and then stilled again. "There."

    I put my hand back on her stomach and moved my fingers down. There
sure wasn't anything there like my penis. I knew that right away. Just
the little bit of hair she had there and that I'd seen before when she
was getting dressed sometimes. Of course, I'd seen that she didn't
have a big penis like mine a long time ago. I rubbed her there but I
didn't feel anything but her hair and her tummy.

    "My, ah, pussy is lower than that. Between my legs."

    "Oh. Well, maybe if you spread your legs a little I could start
there."

    "Okay," she said, shifting on the bed some and her leg coming in
contact with mine.

    When I put my hand down there I was really surprised. First, it
was really hot. A lot hotter than anywhere else I'd touched her. And
second, it was wet. I pulled my hand back then.

    "Did you wet your pants?" I asked.

    "No, silly. Every girl gets wet there when she's thinking about
sexy things. Didn't you know that?"

    I hadn't but I wasn't going to confirm it. I put my hand back. I
could feel a lot of loose skin, like my balls sort of without any
balls. But I couldn't find any hole. I kept looking downward until I
found something.

    "No. That's my butthole. It's up further. Just push a little bit,
real gently, and you'll find it."  I nodded but in the darkness I
don't think she could see it.

    I searched on, pushing along a line above her butthole until I
found a place where my finger sank in a softer spot.

    "Yes," she hissed. "That's it. Be careful."

    I'd never felt a girl's pussy before and had no idea what it was
like. So I pushed gently a couple of times and felt the wetness. It
seemed as if it was wetter but it was really only a little depression,
a soft spot with loose skin all around it.

    "You can put your finger inside if you want to. It's deep."

    "My whole finger?"

    "Maybe. I can."

    I moved around a little more and pushed a little harder. It came
as a surprise when I felt a deeper hole opening. I pushed more but it
felt like the outer skin was holding my finger back.

    "The wet makes it slippery. If you go in and out slow, you can get
further and further each time." I resisted the urge to say "Really?" I
had to see this.

    I pushed in until it didn't seem to want to let me in any more
then I pulled it out and did it again. Each time I did that, I got a
little further inside until finally my finger was in as far as I could
get it. I wondered what was in there and felt around all directions
with my finger. It seemed to be having some effect because Michelle
was making those little noises like last night.

    "Does that feel good?"

    "Uh huh. Real good."

    "As good as your nipples?"

    "Uh huh. Different. Real good."

    "Could you have an orgasm like last night this way?"

    "I don't know," she moaned. "I think so. Maybe."

    "Do you still want to look for the little penis?"

    "Uh huh. We can do this anytime."

    I traced up between the pieces of skin. It was like there was a
little trench or something with her pussy at the bottom end. I figured
that if I just stayed in the trench that would have to be where her
clit was.

    I moved my finger up a little, pressing and rubbing just a little
bit, then up a little more and a little more.

    I was just about to give up when all of a sudden, Michelle tensed
up and said, "Oh!"

    "What?"

    "That place sort of hurt."

    "I didn't feel anything but a little tiny bump," I said. That
couldn't be a little penis.

    "Try getting a little more of the slippery stuff and touching it
again," she said. I did it and she jumped and made a noise again.

    "Did it hurt?"

    "Ah, not really. It sort of felt good." I got some more of her
slippery stuff on my finger.  She was making a lot of it now. And
rubbed it again. It felt different. I knew what it was now.  It was
like my penis. It was just soft and little still. If I did this for a
minute or talked about something that turned her on, it would get
bigger.

    I dipped into her again and then rubbed more and felt it getting
bigger like I thought it would. She was making more little noises now
as I did that. It did feel like a little penis but a really little
one. Now, when I rubbed her middle part was sort of rocking back and
forth or up and down toward it. I rubbed a little harder and she
grabbed onto the sheet on either side of her where her hands had been
and her face in the moonlight in the room looked funny, like she was
in pain.

    "Did I hurt you?" I asked.

    "Oh, no. Don't stop!" she whispered loudly. "Do it faster!"

    I dipped back into her for more slippery stuff and did it harder
and faster. All of a sudden, it was really scary. She straightened out
her legs real fast and her back arched and her head went back really
far. I thought I was hurting her because that's what it looked like
but I kept doing it because she said, "Don't stop."

    I didn't as she spread her legs again and her body bounced around
on the bed. She sounded like she was screaming but really quietly.

    Then her movements changed again and she grabbed my hand with both
of hers and started saying, "Enough. Stop! Stop!" I did. Her whole
body relaxed just as it had been a minute before with her legs spread
wide and her hands back at her sides. It was like she was asleep now.

    "Michelle?" I said. I was worried. I could see the front of her
nightgown rising and falling with her breaths. But there was nothing
else. "Michelle? Are you all right?"

    She slowly turned her head then and licked her lips like her mouth
was really dry. Her eyes came open like they'd been glued shut or
something and she smiled magnificently at me.

    "That was wonderful!" she said, kissing my hand. "Like nothing
ever. Unbelievable!" I could just barely understand what she was
saying. Her words were sort of slurred and really tired sounding. I
was pretty sure whatever we were going to do tonight was over.

    I pulled up the covers and lay back again, feeling the hurt
between my legs now as my penis got softer. She didn't say anything
more and didn't roll over next to me either. I don't even think she
put on her panties or pulled her legs together again. She was asleep.

    It took me a while again but I fell asleep thinking about little
penises and girls with their legs spread wide like Michelle's had
been.


                            Chapter 6

THE NEXT MORNING I took my shower and put on my bra and panties like I
usually did before I left the bathroom and walked into our
room. Michelle always took her shower first and was finished with her
hair and makeup when I came in the room. She was still wearing just
her bra and panties, too.

    She got up from the little stool we'd sort of appropriated for a
makeup stool in front of the mirror. With a shared bathroom, it was
just too much hassle to wait for the bathroom while someone did
everything, so we'd made an agreement with Pat and Phil to just take
showers and get out. We made up in our own room.

    I started running the curling iron through my hair, rolling and
holding for a little bit and then moving on to other strands of hair
until I was almost done. I'd noticed that Michelle was looking at me
this morning instead of getting dressed but sometimes she sort of did
that. Sat there and watched me get ready or talked to me about a whole
lot of stuff. You know.

    This morning she was doing it more than usual. While I put on my
mascara, I caught her looking at me in the mirror with a big smile on
her face. I was looking back at her, when I wasn't paying really close
attention to what I was doing, and I saw that she was doing her sexy
thing.

    I call it her sexy thing because she doesn't do it unless she's
feeling sexy and I think it's sexy. She sits with her naked legs
crossed at the knees and arches her foot up until she's got her foot
pointed straight down at the floor and just her toes bent where it
touches. Pretty often, she sort of points the toes of her other foot
straight with her leg and lifts it up and down while she's talking or
looking at me.

    She just sits with her arms across her stomach and her back real
straight. Usually, she has a silly sort of grin on her
face. Sometimes, like this morning, she plays with a little curl of
her hair over her ear or something while she watches.

    It makes me really nervous; I guess really it makes me turned on
and that makes me nervous.

    I put on lipstick, blush, and a little of the stuff that makes my
cheeks look more hollow before I stand up to pick out something to
wear. She takes me a little by surprise because, after I find my
pantyhose in the drawer, toss them on the bed, and move to the bar
with our clothes on it, she comes up behind me and puts her arms
around my ribs and hugs.

    "I wanted to thank you specially for last night, Amy," she said
into my ear. We're really almost exactly the same size so she can do
that.

    "That's okay," I said. "I enjoyed it, too."

    "Mmmm," she said behind my ear. It feels neat when she hugs me
this way because I can feel her warm body pressed up against me all
the way from our shoulders to our panties. She pushed her middle into
my bottom then and that felt good, too.

    "I'd like to do it again," I said.

    "Tonight? Will you do it again tonight?" I could feel her wiggling
against me.

    "Yes. If you want me to."

    "Oh, I do," she said sort of breathlessly. I looked down and
watched her rubbing her finger over the tip of my false nipple and
could really feel it myself even though I knew I really
couldn't. "Will you put your finger in my pussy again?"

    "Yes." It made me happy she liked it so much.

    "Will you play with my little penis again?"

    "Yes, if that's what you want." I thought about it. It seemed fair
that maybe she should touch me, too. "Would you touch my penis, too?"

    "I didn't think of it," she said, stopping her squirming. "Sure. I
guess that's only fair, isn't it." I could hear the smile in her
voice. She started squirming behind me again. One of her hands came
down and touched between my legs.

    I hadn't been able to keep from getting hard while I was watching
her in the mirror and it had been totally impossible when she'd hugged
me. So she found that I was pretty big when she put her hand
there. She just kept her hand there on me.

    "You're really big, huh?" she said. She'd seen me before a lot of
times but I think this was one of the first times I'd been turned
on. She just held on to me like that for quite a while but I
remembered what time it was and that we had to get to work.

    "We've got to get dressed for work, Michelle," I said then.

    "Yeah." She didn't let go of me with either hand.

    "Can I pick out something for you to wear today?"

    "Yeah. Sure."

    "Do you feel like a skirt or dress?"

    "Skirt, I think. Hey, I've got an idea," she said then. "How about
my black skirt and my blue sweater. I won't wear my bra today and I'll
think about what you did to me last night while I work. Okay?"

    "Okay with me," I said. She let go of me and I picked what I
called my poof dress. It was sort of like a sun dress but it had a
whole mess of rows of frilly material that went around it from top to
bottom. I could have a raging hard on under it and no one would
know. I thought today, I'd need the cover just thinking about Michelle
and the way she'd been holding me a minute ago.

    And her sort of promise.

    As I unzipped the little dress and stepped into it, I watched her
pull the skirt up around her hips and the way it tucked up under her
little bottom the way it did. She took off her bra and then walked
over to the dresser to get her sweater and I looked at the way her
nipples were swollen hard against the cool air of the room.

    She slipped the thin sweater over her head and it didn't hide her
swollen nipples even a little.

    I slipped my arms into the straps of my dress and squirmed for a
minute to reach the zipper in all the frills. Michelle came to my aid
and zipped it up.

    "I'm going to wear thigh highs, too," she said, pulling out the
thigh hugging stockings instead of pantyhose. I sat on the stool and
sought out the legs in the pantyhose while I watched her thread her
legs into the stockings, pulling them up on her firm thighs. When she
did the second one, I could see that the front of her blue panties was
wet.

    "That's a really cute dress, Amy," she said as I pulled the nylons
up my legs and stood to pull them up to my waist. They held my hard-on
to the crease in my leg even though it stuck out of the waistband of
my bikini panties.

    I knew this was going to be a hard day at work because every time
I thought about Michelle all day, I'd get hard again and have to do
something to get comfortable.

    We put on shoes and I could see that Michelle's short skirt almost
showed everything when she bent or moved any way. I got up and found
my purse but she stopped me before I got to the door to go
downstairs. This time in front of me, she put her arms around me and
hugged me tight.

    "I can hardly wait until tonight," she said with a big grin. "Give
me a kiss?"

    I did. A quick one. She put on her pouty look that I thought was
cute so I laughed at her and grabbed her hand. She opened the door and
we went down to breakfast together.

                          * * *

    When we went in the dining room, Pat, Phil and Doris were sitting
at the table. Pat smiled at us as we walked in and Doris said "Good
morning." Phil frowned and looked up and then did a kind of double
take that I saw but I don't think anyone else did. She was intently
looking at the outlines of Michelle's nipples through her sweater.

    When she noticed I was watching her, she returned her attention to
her newspaper. But during the time we were eating our cereal, I caught
her staring at Michelle's nipples three or four more times. She seemed
like sort of an odd woman.

    Mostly Michelle and Patty chattered while we ate and then we all
left for work, right behind Doris. Phil drove us all to work most of
the time.

    When we got to the mall, Pat and Michelle walked ahead and I
noticed that Phil watched the way Michelle's bottom moved inside her
skirt, the same way I did.

                          * * *

    I was right. It was a hard day.

    Whatever I did all day, I seemed to think about Michelle
anyway. And every time I thought about Michelle, I got hard
again. Several times I straightened things out behind the counter when
no one was in the store. Twice, I had to go to the back room when
people were there.  Once I even had to go to the girl's room to get it
right because it was so tied up in my panties and pantyhose.

    I had kept working like I'd started. Now there were a dozen women
who stopped in regularly for "special" clothes for their husbands or
boyfriends. There was also four different guys who'd come in like Bob
had. I treated them just like all the other customers and they bought
more stuff than most of the women.

    I also had a couple of young girls about my age or maybe a year or
two younger, who bought quite a bit of stuff. One's breasts hadn't
even started to develop yet, though she had big nipples, and I worked
with her to buy little breast forms on time. I think she worked for a
fast food place or something and didn't make very much. But I saw her
every week with another 10 or 20 dollars toward her little A-cup
forms. She might grow into an A-cup bra before she got them paid for.

    I was glad to see the day end.

                          * * *

    It was Michelle's night to cook and I waited with the other girls
watching the news until it was ready. I kind of noticed Phil go to the
kitchen but I didn't think anything of it. She came back out a minute
later and then Michelle called us to the table. I saw that she looked
a little flustered but cooking usually made Michelle a little
flustered.

    We ate and then sat together and watched TV for an hour or so
while Doris did the dishes and then joined us. Mary was the first to
go upstairs to take a bath. Then Doris went up to go to bed.

    A couple of minutes later, Michelle stretched and said she was
really tired. Then she asked me if I was as tired as she was and I
said I was. We said goodnight to everyone and went up to bed then.

    Michelle went to the bathroom when we got to the top of the stairs
and I went into the room. I got out of my dress, hung it up, and put
my sleep bra on before I dropped my baby doll over my head. Then I
took off my shoes, pantyhose, and panties before putting on my sleep
panties. It felt good not being confined the way I had been all day.

    Michelle came into the room with her skirt in her hand. It is
easier sometimes just to take your skirt off when you're going to the
bathroom instead of getting it all back in place afterwards. I'd done
it myself when I was sure Pat and Phil weren't going to catch me.

    She intercepted me on the way to the bathroom and put her arms
around me again and pressed her breasts into mine. She was smiling as
she stood there with one leg bent at the knee before she kissed me
hard on the lips. Her whole body seemed to squish into mine while we
stood like that. Then she let me go to the bathroom and, when I turned
back, pulled her sweater over her head to show me her full breasts and
the red knobs of her nipples. She grinned and I went pale, I think.

    I went to the bathroom fast and tucked back so I could make it
safely back across the hall even if someone was out there.

    It wasn't too surprising when I left the bathroom and saw Phil
standing just outside the door waiting. I saw Pat inside their room,
getting ready for bed. Phil looked me up and down very obviously
before she let me by. I was glad I'd tucked up.

    "Let me get in there, sweetie," she said, patting me on the bottom
and, strangely, squeezing my bun. When I looked at her funny, she just
smiled and went on into the bathroom. When she smiled that way, she
was really a beautiful woman. But, I thought, too old for me.

    Michelle was already in bed with the covers pulled up around her
neck. I turned the light off and climbed over her to my spot and
pulled the covers up, too. I turned over on my side so my mouth was
right beside her head, though she was looking at me with a grin.

    "I think Phil just pinched my butt, sort of," I whispered.

    "Really?"

    "Yeah. She looked me over real closely and then patted my bottom
and sort of held on."  Michelle was quiet for a minute.

    "Before dinner, she came in the kitchen. And when I said hi, she
grabbed hold of my nipple and said she'd been looking at my titties
since morning and she just wanted to know what they felt like."

    "You're kidding?"

    "Huh uh. And when I said I didn't like that she came real close to
me, kissed me on the lips, and put her hand between my legs while she
held me. Then she asked if I liked that any better."

    "Michelle!" I couldn't believe she'd do something like that. "What
did you say?"

    "I said no I didn't. She just smiled and strolled back out of the
kitchen like nothing had happened."

    "What do you think it means?"

    "Means? I guess it means she likes me. I don't know. Nobody ever
did that to me." I thought for a minute.

    "Did you like it?" Now it was her turn to think. She was looking
straight up at the ceiling as we heard the bathroom door open and then
Pat and Phil's door close.

    "I don't know. It was ... I don't know how to say it. It was
exciting. And it made me feel like I was pretty. I mean she's so
pretty, you know?"

    "Uh huh. I think she's really pretty. Beautiful maybe."

    "Would you want her to touch you there?" I grinned to myself. She
seemed to be able to forget.

    "If she did, we'd probably have to move out."

    "Oh, yeah. I guess you're right. I forgot for a minute."

    "So what are you going to do, Michelle?"

    "Do? I don't know. I guess I'll try to stay away from her if I
can. But if she does something like tomorrow, you know coming
somewhere where I already am when I'm alone, I don't know. What should
I do?"

    "It depends," I thought.

    "On what?"

    "I guess on what you want to do. If you don't want her to touch
you, maybe you should talk to Mary or Doris or just scream if she ever
does it again."

    "Or?"

    "Or, if you don't mind it, I guess you could kiss her back. I
don't know. Or just let her do it.  Whatever."

    "You wouldn't mind if I did that?"

    "Me? No, I guess not. Why would I mind?"

    "Well, you wouldn't be jealous or something?"

    "It's not like we're boyfriend and girlfriend, after all. We're
more like ..." I couldn't quite define it.

    "More like sisters right now, huh?"

    "Yeah," I giggled. "I guess so."

    I laid back, thinking about our strange situation and about what
Michelle had said about Phillis. I wondered what would really happen
if she did that to me, if she'd immediately know what was going on,
and what she'd do about it if she did know. I did know that I really
didn't want to take the chance, anyway. I liked living in the house.

    Michelle turned a little toward me under the covers without
touching me.

    "Amy?"

    "Uh huh."

    "Do you still want to touch me again?"

    "Uh huh."

    "I thought all day about doing things to you like you did me."

    "You did?"

    "Yeah. And I really want to if you'll let me." Let her, I
thought. I'd give anything if she would.

    "I'd really like it, I think."

    "I talked to some of the girls today."

    "Really? About what?"

    "About you. I mean, doing things to a guy, you know?"

    "Okay."

    "They said that when a guy has an orgasm? --"

    "Yeah?"

    "That a whole bunch of white stuff, they called it come, squirts
out and that's what makes babies when it goes inside a girl's pussy."

    "Oh. A couple of times when I woke up in the morning there was
stuff like that. Lots of it.  It was really hard to clean up cause
it's sort of sticky like glue or something. I just had to put my
underwear in the laundry and hope nobody would notice."

    "Really? I didn't know if you'd have anything like that or not."

    "Yeah. I guess I do."

    "Well, a couple of the girls said that you just swallow it all as
fast as you can and that it's really good."

    "Really?"

    "Yeah, but Bruce, the hairdresser I told you about?"

    "I remember. The homosexual?"

    "Uh huh. Well, he said that's a waste. That it's really good for
your skin and you just rub it in afterwards."

    "Really?"

    "Uh huh." This talk was really making me excited. "What would you
rather I'd do with it?  Swallow it or rub it in my skin. Or yours if
you want me to."

    "I don't know. What would you rather do?"

    "I don't know either. But one of the girls said there's a whole
lot and that it's really hard to swallow all of it."

    "Okay. Then maybe if you wanted to try some, that'd be okay. Then
rub the rest in."

    "Do you think it would be good for my skin? Make it soft and
nice?"

    "I don't know but you could try and if it didn't do anything, you
wouldn't have to again. It seemed like an awful lot when I had to
clean it up."

    "Yeah. Well your idea is best. I'll try swallowing some and if I
like it maybe I can swallow it all. If I don't, then we can rub it in
to our skin. Okay?"

    "Uh huh."

    "What I was thinking? --"

    "Yeah?"

    "Maybe I could start by kissing your nipples like you did mine the
first night."

    "Okay."

    "Maybe you'll like that as much as I do."

    "Maybe. Nobody ever did that to me so I don't know."

    "Then you could kiss mine because I know I like it a lot."

    "Sure."

    "Okay. Then I could kiss your penis, like they said, and see what
it's like. You know, if you like it and if I like the come stuff and
all that?"

    "Yeah. Okay."

    "Then," she gulped on the words. "Then maybe you could kiss me
there? On my little penis?" She was very tentative as if she didn't
think I'd go for that idea at all. Really, I'd thought about it the
night before but when she had her orgasm, she fell asleep really fast
and there didn't seem much point.

    "Sure. I wanted to last night."

    "Really? You'd do that?"

    "Sure. I wanted to."

    "Okay, then."


                            Chapter 7

"REMEMBER THAT WE have to be really quiet so Pat and Phil don't hear
us," I reminded her.

    "Yeah," she said. "Do you want me to take off your nightgown and
bra? Or do you want me to act like they're real?" She paused. "Or
maybe I could play like they're real but kiss your real life ones."

    "That sounds best," I said. "That last one."

    "And, I guess, if you want to touch me while I kiss them or
anything, that'll be okay.  Right?"

    "I don't think I could help myself. You, too. If you want to touch
me, it's okay."

    She squirmed up closer to me under the covers until I felt her leg
touch the side of mine.  Her hand was on my stomach. I gulped. I'd
never been so excited this way.

    Then she turned some more toward me and it pulled the covers off
her shoulders. She wasn't wearing her nightie. I put my trembling hand
on her side and felt that she wasn't wearing anything from the waist
up. Then she slid still closer to me and I felt her leg cross mine
again as she kissed my lips. I could feel that she was as nervous as I
was when we touched.

    Because she'd sort of moved higher to turn her head on my mouth, I
could feel her hot middle against my side where my nightie had been
pulled up by her movement. She wasn't wearing anything at all. That
was really exciting all by itself, without all the talk and the
fantastic kiss she was giving me.

    She broke the kiss and smiled into my face from about an inch
away.

    "You're not wearing anything," I said unnecessarily.

    "Uh huh."

    "Should I take my panties off?"

    "Huh uh. I want to. Is that okay?"

    "Sure," I said with a shrug that pressed my shoulder into her
naked breast.

    Her mouth came back to mine and her hand under my nightie on my
side. Then her tongue came out and into my mouth. That felt so great I
could hardly stand it. I hurt between my legs already almost as bad as
the other two nights.

    She kissed me for a long time as her hand explored under my
nightie. Finally, she found my breast form and squeezed it. Harder
than I had hers. But it was only silicone and not something that could
hurt. But the way she did it, it felt like it was real flesh. Maybe it
was the way the back of the breast form squeezed the soft flesh of my
chest.

    Though I'm small and have a little waist, I have some flesh on my
chest that isn't muscle.  Actually, when I don't have my clothes on, I
can pull my arms in and have just the start of a real cleavage. Not
something that anyone would believe, but a little.

    She kissed me and played with my breast through the bra for quite
a while, rubbing her own breast as she squirmed around partially on
top of me. She was breathing hard and so was I.

    Then she slid her hand under my bra and under the breast form and
found my own flesh.  This was even more immediate and felt
wonderful. When she found my little nipple that was even more
special. She did the same sorts of things to my flesh as I had with my
hand to hers two nights ago and a little last night. Squeezing and
releasing, pulling my nipple with two fingers, pinching it. It felt
even better when she pinched it hard. I wondered if she'd like that as
much as I did and knew I'd try it to see in a minute.

    She was really breathing hard when she broke the kiss and moved
down my chin and neck and then, across the breast forms, kissed my
ribcage below my bra. She pushed the breast forms up a little and I
felt her breath on my nipple.

    Like a little piece of lightning, I felt her tongue touch it. When
it was wet, she breathed on it and the cool air gave me a sensation
I'd never felt before.

    Then she put her lips around it and sucked at the same time her
tongue brushed back and forth across it. I knew I was writhing around
under her ministrations but I couldn't help myself.

    She pushed the bra up a little further and licked my other nipple
while her finger returned to rolling and pinching the first one. She
sucked as much of the area around my nipple into her mouth as she
could then and licked my nipple between her lips. Her teeth closed on
it lightly and I felt the same kind of thing as her pinches. It was
wonderful and I wasn't controlling myself very well.

    My hands, that had been trapped at my sides, were freed a little
as she rolled fully on top of me, straddling my legs with hers. They
were exactly placed to cup her breasts -- both at the same time. I
repeated her actions, squeezing the entire shape of them then moving
to the dangling nipples and rolling them between thumbs and
forefingers. I tried pinching them and she drew her breath in around
my nipple she was still sucking and licking.

    My back arched up to meet her mouth as hers had to mine. I could
feel her heat, between her legs, pressing into my thighs
ineffectively. I could feel my penis straining at the soft baby doll
panties.

    I couldn't stand this any more and pulled her up my body by
pulling under her underarms.  She walked on all fours up my sides
until I could reach her nipples with my waiting mouth. In this
position, her breasts extended with the help of gravity. They were
somewhat elongated, too, so I could get more of the lovely soft flesh
in my mouth at once.

    Sucking hard, I could almost get her nipple to the back of my
mouth and used the flat of my tongue to lick her breast and the nipple
at the same time. She smothered her scream in the top of my head in
the long hair as her fingers clutched at the pillow on either side of
my head.  Her center was pumping into my ribcage.

    I switched breasts and repeated my actions until she was doing it
again, only stronger. I felt her orgasm and despaired for fear
everything else she had talked about would be overtaken by sleep
now. I ached with need.

    But she hardly paused. Instead she pulled back from me just a
little and pressed her breasts together with both hands. I looked at
her as I licked both nipples at the same time and watched her eyes
cross and her body again go a little crazy. I don't know if it was
another orgasm or not but it passed and she was still with me.

    She moved down quickly and kissed me hard on the lips, twining her
fingers in my long blond hair, as she stroked her tongue deep into my
mouth over and over again. Her middle was still pumping against me but
now it was at about waist level. I could feel the slippery liquid heat
of her on my stomach.

    "I've got to ... " she was panting. "Got to do this."

    She quickly slid down my body further until she was sitting on my
shins, pinning my legs.  She kissed my stomach where, a moment before,
she'd been spreading her own essence. She licked almost wildly and
breathed her hot breath on the liquid to turn it to ice.

    Her fingers found both my nipples and rolled and pinched them
until I couldn't see any more.

    Then she let them go, carefully rearranging my bra and breast
forms and licking downward until she came to the waistband of my
panties. She continued down until she was nuzzling and pressing
against the conjunction of my legs through the material.

    Her fingers hooked in the waistband and started pulling it
downward. I lifted my bottom slightly and both her hands pushed the
material down and clasped my cheeks. Returning to the sides, she
pulled them down further, then she switched to the front where I now
held it with my penis.

    Seeing it, she slowly and carefully lifted the material free of me
and downward.

    "Oh!" she whispered. I felt her whisper on my penis.

    Now excited, she pushed the material down further, between her own
legs and down my thighs. She sat up spectacularly, her breasts open to
my view and my hands, as she reached behind her to pull my panties
below my knees and then down my calves and, finally, off my feet.

    Then, leaving my hands on her nipples, she leaned forward again
and kissed my lower stomach. She lifted one leg and put it between my
knees then did the same with the other leg.  She pushed her knees to
the sides, consequently pushing my knees further apart until she was
finally satisfied when my legs were almost at a 90 degree angle to
each other.

    She lifted her head and looked down at me then with a huge smile
on her face. She was too low for me to reach without leaning forward
myself now. I had to satisfy myself for the moment by just looking at
her happiness and excitement.

    Her fingers on both hands, traced up the insides of my thighs,
actually making me spread them further still. Then they came to the
place deep between my legs where, if I had been born a girl, would
have been my pussy. She pushed and prodded there but didn't find the
opening I'd found between her legs the night before.

    Instead, she found a button that seemed to pump my penis into a
hard limb. After pressing there for a few minutes and watching me roll
in a kind of ecstasy, her hands came up to my soft sack, now leaden
with the swollen testicles within it.

    She touched it so tenderly, I never felt any fear. She turned her
head and lowered it to the sack, kissing and licking it as she had my
nipples moments before. I moaned. Her head still turned sideways, she
licked and kissed her way up the underside of my penis until she
reached the slightly sticky head of it, already shiny with pre-come.

    She kissed the head of it on one side and then the other and must
have enjoyed watching me react to that slight touch of lips to it.

    The fingers of one hand wrapped around the shaft of it and moved
slowly down it and then back up again. It felt wonderful. My foot came
off the bed to her side, touching her cool skin.  She licked the head
and my other foot came off the bed, to her other side.

    Oh the feelings that raged through me. I'd never even thought
there could be feelings like this, let alone experienced them. She
licked it again and my back arched.

    I felt her hot breath on the head of it, a lot of it. Then I felt
her lips around it. Somehow I knew she was watching my face, my
reactions. It should have been gratifying for her because I was
reacting completely and extremely.

    Then she did it to me. She pressed her mouth down around it, her
tongue playing over it, then moving back up it, seemingly drawing my
insides with her mouth. Again I arched my back.

    I know I moaned as her mouth went down around it again. Further
this time. Maybe even to the back of her mouth. Then back up again.

    This time she didn't pause but immediately lowered her lips around
me again until I definitely felt it touch the back of her mouth and
almost all of it was inside her warm mouth.  Again she didn't pause
but went straight back to the tip of it again and back down in a
steady motion.

    This time I knew I moaned.

    She speeded up her movements, up and down again, again, and
again. Suddenly, I knew I couldn't hold it. I panicked then, not
wanting to hurt her, disgust her, and put my hands on the side of her
face to hold her back. It didn't work. She didn't even slow.

    And I felt my release from so deep within I hadn't recognized the
place existed before. I cried out silently, too overcome to make a
sound, as I felt my body release everything. As spread and arched as I
was at this moment, in the next fraction of a second, I was the
opposite, wrapped around her -- legs, arms, upper body -- as my body
emptied into her mouth.

    Then again it reversed and she kept drawing it out of me. Sucking,
drawing, pulling, more and more. My climax extended until I felt the
blood pounding in my head and heard nothing but the sound of it in my
ears.

    She swallowed the cascade of sticky come until she couldn't
swallow. The first time she thought it would overwhelm her but she
swallowed it anyway. Then the second cascade came and she was sure she
couldn't do it. She had. Barely.

    Then the third and fourth and fifth came and she opened her mouth
around me to let it go.  She couldn't take any more. And still I came
again and it joined the other dripping from her lips onto my stomach.

    Finally I was relaxing and the spurts of come had stopped with
only a small drop forming on her tongue. She swallowed what was in her
mouth and sucked the remains from me until I held the sides of her
face in an attempt to stop her. She let my penis fall from her mouth
and watched it as it almost miraculously lost its size, shrinking into
itself.

    She lifted her leg over mine and rolled to the side onto her back
beside me. Then she reached back and got a large dollop of the slimy,
sticky material on her finger and rubbed it purposefully on her
breast. It rubbed in in only a couple of quick, full rubs. She got
more and did the other hard breast.

    God she was turned on.

    She spread it on her stomach and still there was more. She picked
it up and licked it from a finger. It tasted good. She liked it. She
rubbed it on her cheek, got more and rubbed it on the other cheek. It
felt wonderful. Astringent. Tightening and softening.

    She lay with her legs spread, as I had, and spread the last of it
on the inside of her thighs. It made them sensitive and tingly.

    She'd been so engrossed, she hadn't felt me move. When she looked
down, I was between her spread knees with a very big smile on my face.

    I moved up as she watched and kissed her on the spot that her
attention was already riveted to, between her hot legs. I held the
loose skin wide and licked up and down. My tongue delved into her
pussy and she arched now. It came back up and rubbed hard across her
clit.

    As she started to reach down to stop me, to slow me, anything, my
hands came up and fingers and thumbs found her nipples and
pinched. Then my mouth closed around her clit, sucking it hard and
deep and her eyes came wide open with a realization. My fingers
pinched her nipples hard as I licked wildly at her clit.

    Her body went completely out of control, sinking, bounding,
pounding, vibrating, arching, curling, kicking out and pulling in. I
kept sucking and sucking and licking and sucking and pinching and it
felt so fantastically perfect to her.

    Her climax ended with her legs wrapped tightly around my
shoulders, her arms around my head, her body curled up almost over my
head, her chin almost on the back of my neck. That beautiful long
blond hair was in her mouth as she moaned and panted.

    "Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned as it all went numb and she fell back onto
the bed. I slowly crawled up next to her, pulling the covers over both
of us. My knee was against her clit and my foot behind her knee, my
softened penis was against her thigh, my breast was pressed into her
side just below her own, my face was against her shoulder.

    "Thank you, Michelle," I sighed, on the edge of sleep.

    "I like come on my skin," she sighed. "I need more. And taste,
too. I like the taste. Too."


                            Chapter 8

I DIDN'T WAKE up the next morning with the alarm clock like I usually
do and Michelle was done with her shower when she woke me up. Unlike
me, she had nothing to hide so when she came from the shower she wore
only a towel. She woke me up by pulling the covers down and laying
almost on top of me.

    I really woke up because I couldn't breathe with my nose and mouth
covered by her still moist breasts. She just giggled when I rolled
away from her, unable to breathe and my lower half naked to the cool
air of the room.

    "Oh," I moaned, trying to cover myself with my hands as she sat
there playing with the front of my nightie. "I slept really well."

    "I almost didn't take a shower this morning," she said, smiling. I
just waited for what she wanted to say. I didn't know what she was
talking about. "I didn't want to wash the come off me but I finally
did." She rubbed her hands on one of my breasts. "You've got to get
up." I moaned again as she stood up. Then I rolled off the bed and
found my panties.

    I tucked up carefully before walking out of the room and into the
shower. The cooler than normal water was refreshing and woke me
up. Again I tucked up and replaced my ba