TG ARCHIVES;'Erica Unleashed #3'{EricA}( F^B teen1 tg )[3!3]
"Erica Unleashed"
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Part three continues with his transformation from good boy to bad girl and will end just before Erica starts school.
I planned to do this three-part series then see if anyone was interested in
a sequel, following Erica into high school and beyond. The feedback has been positive and encouraging, so if you like this, keep your eyes open for more stories with "Erica" in the title. If anyone out there is interested in
collaborating and maybe telling part of the story from Donna's viewpoint, (or from anyone's viewpoint) please let me know. I think it would be great fun to collaborate.
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EricA Unleashed, Part 3:
Excitement was coming at me from both directions: Because of everything that happened to me earlier in the day, and in anticipation of what was yet to
come.
"Are you sure I'm ready for this?" I felt pretty confident, but there was always that opening night jitters thing. Donna assured me she wouldn't be taking me out clubbing if I wasn't ready. "Do you think my breasts.. I dunno.. need more glue?"
She responded that I couldn't get them off with a pry bar if I tried. Donna
was the perfect mother for me.
"Will we be dancing with boys... or just with each other?"
"We'll start with boys just to get warmed up, then you and I can dance together and drive them all insane with lust. Would you like that?"
"Definitely."
It was Friday evening and a fairly large crowd had already gathered. Part of me thought fewer people would make me less nervous. The other part of me wished the crowd was bigger, so I could get more attention. The average age
seemed to be right around 21 ... a few younger, and plenty a bit older. Donna got a green stamp on her wrist, I got a red one. She explained that was to indicate who they could and couldn't serve alcohol to. That was okay with me, I could get all the alcohol I wanted someplace else. I didn't need alcohol to tease boys.
It looked like a mix of students and people who worked for a living. There were even some guys there from some military base not too far away. I guess they figured their chances were better there than in a military town where there were too many guys and not enough girls, and that prompted me to think it would be a great place for me to practice my new hobby.
"Oh my god, Donna, look at all the cute boys." There were plenty of girls, too, most of them in their "hoochy-mama" outfits, but most of them would fail miserably when it came to competing with Donna and me for attention.
"Guys in places like this are like wolves .... or so they think. They don't
understand that to girls like us, they're the prey." I smiled and nodded as she reminded me I wasn't a typical boy-crazy teenage girl. We're the predators. We get what we want. "What do you want, Erica?"
"I want to tease boys. Tease 'em and leave 'em wantin' more," I smiled. "I want them to ache for me. For us."
As soon as we sat down, we were deluged with requests to dance. Donna was an expert at fending them off. Despite all the changes that had taken place over the previous weeks, I was seeing her in a brand-new light - a married woman out partying, dancing and flirting with other guys. Oh well, what a husband doesn't know won't hurt him, right? Donna is a pretty girl, and if this is what she wants, then this is what she should have. Fuck that old man. His only value is making money for girls like Donna (and me) to spend.
"Oh my god, I see somebody I know... sort of." It was Ron Richards and his older brother, who I didn't know. Ron Richards, 15, his father was principal at North Central High, where Eric was supposed to start in a few weeks. We attended the same middle school, but different grades of course. Wow, what were they doing there? Probably the same thing we were -- partying someplace far from home hoping to not run into anyone they know. Well, I knew who he was, but he didn't know who I was.
"Who will be starting high school next year? Eric, or Erica?" We had touched on the subject in earlier conversations, but no definite plans had yet been made. Now it was all happening so quickly.
"You're the pretty girl, you tell me."
"I don't ever want to be Eric again. Ever. I wanna stay like this. Can I? Can I please be Erica for the rest of my life? Please?" Summer break would be over soon, and there was so much to do before school started. I had plans to make, and when I saw Ron, a plan started to form.
She held up her glass to mine to toast our mantra. "To pretty girls, and getting whatever they want."
"Whatever WE want."
I knew I couldn't attend North Central next year as Erica Somerville. Even the slowest kid in school would know something was up there. A third of the
student body would have known Eric from Middle School. Then they're supposed to believe Eric simply fell off the face of the earth and suddenly here was his sister Erica nobody ever knew existed until now? No way could I go to North Central.
There was a plan forming in my mind, and Ron Richards had a role to play.
One of the nicest things I discovered about being female was having feminine wiles. Poor Eric could never manage to play a trick on anyone, but I was dancing with a guy I had just met and had him totally smitten in no time.
"I think I need to get away from the noise for a little while. I'm a little
scared to go outside alone though."
I might as well have attached collar and leash and dragged him along behind
me. A minute later, we were in Donna's car, making out. Going at it like rabbits in heat or something. If Ron's picture had been in that bunch I rated, I would have been vacillating between 7 and 8. He was getting to make out with a solid 10. Periodically I would "accidentally" brush my hand over his penis to make sure it was still hard for me. As if I needed that reassurance.
Occasionally, I'd come up for air and "just talk" for a little while, then the making out would begin again. During one of our conversations, he revealed something he didn't think I already knew - his father was a high school
principal.
"Really? No way! Oh god, just wait till I tell you my biggest fantasy." Well, he couldn't wait, so I told him. I wanted to do it with someone in the principal's office. On the principal's desk. Then I let that simmer in the horny boy's brain as I suggested we'd been outside too long and I didn't want to leave Donna in there all alone. I'm pretty sure he began planning right away how he could get the keys to the school from his dad, turn off the alarms, and take me there to fulfil my fantasy. We were equally desperate for the other, but for entirely different reasons. He made sure we exchanged phone numbers before we went back inside.
Meeting Ron was a huge stroke of luck, and I felt our job there was finished ... except for the grand finale. When we got back inside a new song was just starting and I saw Donna headed for the dance floor with some arrogant prick who thought he was God's gift to women. God, was I horny for her, hornier than he ever could be. After all, I'd been in love with her for years.
"I'm cutting in, bitch," I announced, and the asshole probably thought I was talking to Donna and wanted to dance with him. God, the look on his face when he turned to hold me and I sidestepped him - bumping against him with my hip to push him away a little, then grabbing my sexy mom. We were all over each other from the start. We bumped and ground against each other. We caressed and slid virtually every inch of one body over virtually ever inch of the other. We teased each other with kisses that almost happened then pulled away at the last moment. Just like we practiced. I could hear a collective groan come over the whole place each time it happened. Sure, there were a few others dancing, but Donna and I were the center of attention. A few days earlier, Erica Somerville didn't even exist. Now she was one of the hottest cockteasing bitches around. And, she was only 13.
As the song slowly came to an end and we were sliding our bodies against each other, I whispered, "Is it true pretty girls get whatever they want?"
"Of course."
"I want you to take me home and fuck my brains out."
"I thought you'd never ask."
"You would never have done this with Eric, would you?"
It was the next morning. I'd slept late, exhausted from a day of cockteasing, an evening of cockteasing and dancing, and a night of sexual bliss with the sexiest woman in the world. We were lying in bed cuddling, as I entertained fantasies of this being my bed now - mine and Donna's.
"With Eric? Not in a million years" she responded.
I kissed her again. "I love you so much it hurts." I wasn't sure what that meant, but it sounded sufficiently romantic.
"I love you too, baby girl. But I don't like to see you hurting. You should
love me so much you're giddy with excitement."
"That too. I guess .... I guess the hurting part is not knowing what's gonna happen."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what's gonna happen when school starts. When Dad... I mean... when
Jake gets home?"
She laughed, probably not meaning to sound like it was a stupid question. I
forgave her immediately without being asked. "You seriously don't know? How many times did I tell you pretty girls get everything we want? If you want to be Erica for the rest of eternity, then that's what you'll be. We'll take it as far as you want. You're already on hormones, I can tell you're filling out quite nicely already. Surgery? We probably won't even need to do what a lot of people do to transition, restructuring the face and so forth. You started out looking pretty to begin with, and the female hormones will stop the male hormones from ravaging your beautiful body. I mean, isn't that fitting, the girl hormones beat the boy hormones?"
I giggled. I loved my new Mom so much, and she always knew the perfect things to say. I knew Jake wouldn't be a problem.
That night I was chatting with Ron on the phone. He didn't say it, but I knew he was desperate to be my boyfriend. I didn't say it, but I knew I could do better. Still, I decided to string him along as my plan continued to evolve.
"Maybe my mom can drive us there." I was talking about the school where his
father was principal. Ron wanted me badly, I knew. Badly enough to find out the code to the security system and "borrow" his father's keys to the school. Neither one of us, however, were old enough to drive. He didn't even know where I lived. Ron had seen Donna and me dancing together at the club, so I had to explain she was my stepmom, not my real mother. That would have made our incestuous lesbian mating dance too weird. He was okay with it. He was a horny teenage boy, he would have been okay with anything I said, but I didn't want to push him too much.
Donna winked and nodded her assent to driving me to the school some evening
so we could sneak into the office. She was aware of my plans, but there were still details to work out. All I knew was getting into the school office could give me access to files, both paper and computer. That's where I could change all my school records and make transferring into a new school as "Erica" a lot easier. The problem was in not knowing how to access the computer. Ron might me horny for me, but not horny enough to not get suspicious of my motives if I asked him for computer passwords.
It was fun stringing the boy along, letting him think I liked him, but I was becoming increasingly frustrated by my inability to perfect my plan.
My beautiful (and equally devious) Mom came to the rescue as usual. "Give me a couple of days and let me see if I can get the passwords for you."
"You can do that? How... " then I laughed. Of course she could do that, otherwise she wouldn't have offered to try. "I'm sorry Mommy, remember I'm just a stupid kid."
"No darling, you're my kid, and therefore, beautiful and intelligent ... just like your Mother."
"Mmmmmm, just like my mother..." and I don't remember much after that - just a lot of kissing and fondling and totally forgetting I told Ron I'd call him back before bed. Bedtime that night for us was earlier than we'd originally planned. I knew Ron wouldn't hold it against me. That would risk losing me, and that was something he couldn't stand to happen.
Too bad for him, I wasn't going to be "his" regardless.
Next day I was left home to watch dance videos and practice my moves while Donna went to the North Central High School office. She was there on the pretense of checking to ensure they had received everything needed for her stepson Eric to start 9th grade in the Fall. A couple of hours later she returned to give me a kiss and slip a piece of paper into my cleavage.
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"Oh my god. You're.. you're so... perfect! How did you....?"
She just smiled. I knew someday she would tell me, but that was probably in
the advanced course. I was still a baby. "You better call your little boyfriend and set up a date. We've got a lot of work to do before school starts."
"Is it okay if my mom comes inside with us? She's concerned about me being alone, like, you know, some guys get a little too rough...."
He assured me he would be a perfect gentleman and respect all my wishes. I knew that's what they all say. The "I'll still respect you in the morning" thing. Finally, I giggled shyly and whispered "I think the real reason is she might wanna join in." If poor Ron was ever destined to have a stroke or heart attack, that was the most likely moment.
"Well, you saw us dancing, are you surprised?" I explained my stepmother and I didn't actually have sex with one another, but we did kiss and cuddle a
lot. "And I know she likes younger guys... like you. I think that's half the reason she's glad I'm around, so she can meet teenage guys."
Poor thing didn't stand a chance.
A rather complex plan was in place, only part of which we let Ron know about. We would arrive at Ron's house a few minutes ahead of time so Donna could meet his parents. "Mom" was going to look like the most conservative woman alive, someone who wouldn't let her "15" year old daughter date a new boy
without a chaperone along. Our "date" would consist of a movie (age-appropriate of course) and perhaps pizza afterward. I would look totally innocent in subdued makeup, my Disney princess T-shirt (wearing a bra of course) and matching sneakers. I was totally charming, of course, and by the time we departed for our date, his parents had probably decided I was the girl they wanted their son to marry.
In addition to the keys and security code, Ron also got his hands on a faculty parking permit to hang from the rearview mirror. That way anyone coming
onto the campus (the cops patrolled the area quite heavily) would assume it was a summer school teacher working late, or perhaps a teacher getting her classroom ready for the upcoming school year. In fact, when we arrived, Donna flagged down a cop who was patrolling through the parking lot and told him she (and her daughter and daughter's boyfriend) were going to be organizing and decorating her classroom and would he mind keeping an eye on the car, as there didn't appear to be anyone else there. He'd be happy to, of course.
"I really love role play. School scenes are my favorite." She didn't need to say it, but I'm sure if Ron was having any doubts about what he was doing, they were all quashed with that statement. He punched in the code, let us in, then locked the door behind us and activated the alarm again. There was a separate alarm to the administration offices. His dad's office had windows that faced the outside, so we decided to use one of the other offices to "play" in... one with no windows.
"Trust is important in games like this" Donna explained, "so I'll let you tie me up first, because we wouldn't be here if we didn't trust you, Ron." With that, how could he then not trust us when it was his turn to be tied up? It was something Donna and I already worked out. His head had to be swimming with possibilities, a hot woman like Donna tied up and at his mercy. Of course she knew I wouldn't let Ron do anything she didn't want done.
Conservatively-dressed Donna donned a set of ugly glasses and sat at the desk, pretending to do paperwork. I took Ron by the hand, led him out the door, then back in to signal the start of the game. I closed the door and took out a toy pistol from my purse. "Make one sound, Mrs. Somerville, and you're dead." Donna genuinely looked afraid. What an actress! "Now, pick up the phone and tell your secretary you're not to be disturbed." She made the pretend phone call. "Okay, stand up. Ron, take off all her clothes." By the time he had her naked, poor Ron was an emotional wreck. He was probably a virgin, but even if he wasn't, I'm sure he never saw anyone as hot as Donna in the flesh. Then I pulled a set of toy handcuffs out of my purse and tossed them to him. He didn't know it, but they could be pulled apart with a little effort, for the sake of safety.
"Wow, Mrs. Somerville, you've been hiding a nice body under all those grandma outfits. I'll bet if you dressed sexier the boys might pay better attention. What do you think, Ron? Cuff the bitch's hands behind her back, then we're going to have a little chat about our grades."
Donna played her part perfectly, crying "please" and whimpering "if you give me the gun now I'll make sure you don't get into too much trouble."
"Shut up, bitch." I slapped her, a little harder than I intended. For a moment I was terrified I'd overdone it, but she just winked and flashed me a quick smile, then went back into character. I directed Ron what to do with our principal, Mrs. Somerville, while I got one concession after another from her regarding grades and special privileges on campus. I had him rub his hand over her pussy as he jerked on her hair. I had him pinching her nipples. I had him rubbing his crotch (he was still fully dressed) against her ass, telling her I was going to let him "rape your ass" before I was done.
Then it happened. He got so into it he lost control and came in his pants. It wasn't part of the plan, but it still worked perfectly for us.
"So, you enjoyed that, huh? Well, you better take those off while I uncuff Donna and we'll decide what to play next."
"Here, let me take those." Donna grabbed his jeans and underwear and took them into the restroom while Ron and I talked about our next role play scene. I knew from being a boy at one time that once a boy cums, he's a little harder to control with the promise of sex for a while. Still, he was with me and Donna, so I knew it wouldn't take him long to be in the mood again.
"Okay, since your pants are off, you sit down and play the principal and I'll be a student, and Donna will be my mom who catches us together..." I pushed him down into the chair and straddled his lap and began grinding against him while we kissed.
"Please, can't you get naked too?" he whispered, not yet in character.
"No, no way baby... if I do that there's no way we can resist fucking. Donna doesn't want me fucking boys until I'm a lot older. She might let you fuck her, though."
A minute later Ron was helplessly panting for me and I gave Donna her cue to enter. The principal had to be punished for taking advantage of a schoolgirl, and in no time Ron was tied up and bent across the desk. We didn't use toy cuffs. Once he was tied, he was completely helpless. Then we simply left him there while we accessed the records for all the incoming students.
It was easy enough to add an "a" to the end of Eric's name on the paper documents, and even easier in the computer. Then we only had to change every "m" to "f" in the sex field, and voila! The icing on the cake came when Donna looked over the records of a few more students and found some choice gems as examples to add to the comments section. She typed in that because of some phobia I had, special accommodations had to be made so I got to shower and dress in private after sports activities.
In a few days Donna would simply call the school, announce that we were moving to another district, and Erica's records would be forwarded to them. No
one at North Central would miss Eric, and no one at my new school would suspect I was anything other than the hottest girl on campus.
Poor Ron was heartbroken when we returned to the office and informed him that during our mother/daughter chat, I decided I just wasn't that into him. Donna had to rub a little salt into the wound by reminding him he was nowhere near attractive enough for her daughter. When he started to get upset with us (pretty stupid, considering he was still tied up) she grabbed his balls and threatened to crush them. That shut him up nicely. Then they had a nice long chat about ruining his life.
"Granted, we can all get in trouble for breaking into the school ... but then again, we didn't exactly break in, did we? You invited us. How were we supposed to know daddy didn't give you the keys?" Then it got worse -- for him. She showed him the little plastic baggie containing the semen she got from his underwear. "Any trouble out of you, and my little Disney princess screams rape. And this isn't the only proof we'll have." With that, I whipped out another baggie and got some "scrapings" of his skin. "The police will also want to check her nails to see if she tried defending herself."
That was my cue. I dug my fingernails into his chest.
"And if mommy and daddy wonder why you're not seeing that nice little Erica
any more, tell them she caught you with another girl." No sense in making me the bad guy, right?
We made him walk home.
Doing what we did to Ron was my most incredible adventure to date, and I couldn't wait to experience more. I had already decided I didn't want to go camping near the Boy Scouts after all. Not this year. Maybe next, after a year of hormones and maybe less prosthesis.
Donna tried to warn me there would be highs and lows. Not only was my body having to adjust to the hormones, but I was also human, and had to deal with very human problems. The sort all humans have to deal with. I told her I understood, but I didn't.
Fifteen minutes after we sent Ron off into the night, Donna and I were sitting at a booth ordering our pizza. There were the usual admiring glances, though not the lustful stares we would be getting if we were dressed to tease.
It was one of those pizza parlors with a little alcove to house a couple of
video game machines. I was still on an emotional high from the experience with Ron and wasn't ready to sit still for fifteen minutes waiting for our order, even with Donna sitting across the table from me. I thought I might excuse myself to see if there were any cute boys playing games. I soon wished I would have stayed with Donna.
"You know what they say, you can sleep with a blonde and you can sleep with
a brunette, but you won't get much sleep with a redhead." I somehow walked
unseen past a group of guys who were cutting up in the booth closest to the video games. Not boys. Guys in their twenties and thirties, but acting like boys. The other three were trying to grab something from the fourth when I walked by unnoticed. Now I was around a corner, unseen but able to hear everything being said. Nobody was there playing any of the games. I was pretty sure they were talking about Donna and me. The consensus was they all wanted to fuck Donna.
"Oh hell yeah, and the younger one ain't too shabby either."
"Nah, too chubby for my tastes."
It was like a kick in the gut. My fat unattractive gut.
"Baby fat. When it melts off she'll probably be as hot as the other one."
And there I was, ordering pizza when I should have been sticking to a healthier diet.
"That's what they said about Rosie O'Donnell." They all laughed.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to lash out. They were laughing at me.
The quartet went on to make a few more jokes about "fat chicks" until the point I didn't care if they knew I was there or not. When I stepped around the corner the two who saw me first clammed up tight. The other two looked around to see what their buddies were looking at, and they too shut up. They all looked very guilty, and any doubts I had about who they were talking about disappeared.
During "training" I'd practiced all sorts of different looks. The dejected expression wasn't one of them -- it just came naturally.
"Hi, how ya doin'?" one of them said as I slowly walked past. As if that would somehow make it see the past couple of minutes never happened. I didn't
answer him.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Donna couldn't hear the guys, had no idea it had anything to do with them, but she knew something was wrong.
"I don't feel well. Can we go home now, please?" Thank goodness she didn't respond with, "Whatever pretty girls want". I didn't feel very pretty at the moment and who knows how I might have responded. I thought playing it off as a physical illness might result in fewer questions. "I might be contagious, maybe I should sleep in my own bed tonight."
I managed to refrain from crying until I was alone in my room. I tried ripping off my prosthetic breasts but it took a special solvent to break the bond of the glue, and that was in Donna's room. Fuck it. I curled up in bed and cried myself to sleep.
Donna played along with the sick routine, understanding all the changes and
emotions I was dealing with. My prosthetic breasts had to be removed and left off for a while periodically so my real skin could be cleaned and dried. She even gave me unlimited access to the computer and television, even though I didn't feel like taking advantage of either.
It was virtually impossible to find anything to talk about not related to my transformation, but Donna managed to refrain from focusing too much on what was bothering me. We talked about moving to a new house in a new neighborhood, in a completely different part of town. Where nobody knew Eric or Erica. I already knew that I needed to attend a different school, so that was a given. We looked at houses online and decided on several of them we wanted to look at "when you're feeling better." It's not like we were filthy rich, but we could afford to get one house while still trying to sell the old one.
"Donna, what's going to happen when .... when Jake gets home?" It felt strange not calling him Dad, but then everything felt strange to me. "I mean ... will you ... where will he sleep?"
"Hopefully not with me," she responded. "But we still have a lot of things to figure out, don't we?" Understatement of the year. "When I first met you, I felt so sorry for you. Such a bright sensitive young man, with a father like Jake, I knew trying to live up to his expectations would destroy you." This seemed like a good time to snuggle up against her. "I certainly didn't love him, but he had money, and he had you."
"You married him .... because of me?"
"I'd be lying if I said the money didn't have something to do with it. After all, I am an avaricious bitch. But yes, because of you also. I couldn't bear the thought of someone like him destroying something as beautiful as you."
"You ... you were planning to ... to turn me into a girl... all along?"
"I'm not turning you into anything, darling. I'm merely helping you discover who you really are. But to answer your question, I originally planned to wait another year to do this, but when Jake got that job in Africa .... it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Besides, it works better this way. You know, a fresh start in a new school."
"Can we go look at houses this morning?"
"I don't know. Can we?"
I smiled, knowing what she was getting at. Pretty girls can do anything they want, and I was ready to be a pretty girl now. "Of course we can. I might
need a little time to get ready."
"Do you want me to come up wit..."
"No, it's okay, I can do it myself."
"I love you, Erica."
"I love you too ... Mom."
Damned hormones. My inability to control my emotions had just cost me two days of being a hot girl. I wasn't about to let that happen again.
The breast forms didn't need to be glued in place, and if they stayed glued
on too much it wasn't healthy for the skin on my real breasts. A decent bra would hold them in place just fine, and it wasn't like I was going for the braless look at the time. By now I was more girl than boy in my thinking, my posture, my walk, all my mannerisms. Earlier in the transformation I thought I needed hot outfits to shout, "I'm a girl" - but now I knew everyone would know I was a girl even in baggy jeans and a sweatshirt.
Not that I was wearing baggy jeans and sweatshirts in July, I'm just sayin'.
Form-fitting jeans were the order of the day, since I had a nice form to fit. I chose some girly sneakers with sparkling decorations - not because I needed to cover up the fact I had male parts, but because they were cute. A T-shirt would compete the ensemble. Nothing with buttons to tempt anyone to try to take a peek at my cleavage.
I chuckled as I went through my collection to find one appropriate for house hunting:
"Girls rule, boys drool" "I [heart] to make boys cry" "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?"
Was I really planning to wear those to school? Yes, eventually. I wasn't quite so sure about the one that read, "Who needs to study when you have these?" That was probably a dress code violation. "I'm not A bitch -- I'm THE bitch". I was pretty sure that one wouldn't fly, either.
I had to dig a little deeper to find the good girl T-shirts. A couple from some nearby universities. One from Jake's favorite NFL team. I got that one just to taunt him. Then I found it. Dark blue with WWJD splayed across the chest in gold. It reminded me of the boy at the mall, and I could wear it when I wanted to be a good girl, and I could wear it when I wanted to be a bad girl. Let them draw their own conclusions.
I put on a little makeup, nothing inappropriate for an almost-14, and checked myself out in a full length mirror. Fat? No fucking way. Those assholes.
I'd love to track them and crush their nuts in a vice. I was hot and I knew it. Except for the hair, maybe. The effect of the highlights made it look awesome, but overall it was still way too dark for me. I mean, I didn't want to be a platinum blond or anything, but it definitely needed to be lighter.
Donna smiled approvingly when she saw me descending the stairs. "Mom, can we work on my hair after we finish looking at houses?"
"Whatever pretty girls want."
"Well, I wanna be prettier. I want my hair lighter and .... " the thought just popped into my head and I knew I should think before blurting it out but I didn't. "I want bigger boobs."
"Honey, the hormones are working wonderfully. I'll bet by the time you're 18..."
"No, I mean now. Before I start 9th grade. A real boob job, not something I
have to glue on and worry about somebody seeing." Donna remained silent. "Whatever pretty girls want?"
"We'll see."
I knew there would be a lecture later that night. Oh well - the life of a teen, I suppose. I still wouldn't trade Donna for anything - even real boobs.
The house was a little smaller than our current one, but it was better in so many ways. It only had three bedrooms instead of four, but what did we need with four bedrooms anyway. I figured Donna and I could sleep in the main
bedroom, I'd have a bedroom that shouted "a boy-crazy teenage girl lives here" complete with pink pastels and posters of the hot poster boy of the moment plastered to the walls, just in case anyone toured the house. Jake could sleep in the guest room unless we had visitors who needed to think we were a normal family.
The back yard was huge with a high fence all around. The houses in this neighborhood were all one story, so we would be less likely to have someone looking in our back yard all the time. There was a pool (yay!) and a large patio with a basketball goal set up at one end.
I don't know anything about buying houses, but I suspect what Donna got accomplished in one week would take anyone else two or three weeks. We spent most of that week packing and throwing out what we didn't want to take. It actually felt like a little ceremony when we threw out everything of Eric's that Erica would never need. A lot of Jake's stuff got thrown out, too. Most of the rest was boxed up to be put in storage. He would never be head of the household again - not in Donna's house. We'd take a few things to our new house by car, but the movers would have to do most of the work. Naturally.
Just before "our" first trip to our new house (Donna had been over many times, but always insisted I stay home) she handed me a package. "A housewarming gift, but I wanted you to have it now, before the move." She knew I would probably feel guilty for not getting her anything and she shut me up before I had the chance. After all, it's not like I had money or the opportunity to go shopping. "These are as much for me as they are for you, anyway."
New prosthetic breasts. C-cups. And bras to fit. I was so moved I didn't know what to say.
"It wasn't easy finding a competent surgeon unscrupulous enough to do the job on a 14 year old boy, but blackmail can work wonders."
"A ... surgeon? You mean...."
"Ten days from now. Your 14th birthday. Happy birthday, sweetheart."
Like Donna had said, living as a hot cockteasing bitch 24/7 might sound like fun, but I'd be burned out by the time I was 15 if I didn't learn to relax and just live life as a normal girl occasionally. I knew she was right, but still I couldn't wait to tease some more boys. The move provided the perfect opportunity.
As we were moving in, various neighbors would come over to introduce themselves .. usually the women, some of whom brought casseroles. I did notice that the more I ventured out the front door to try out my new size C breasts,
the more boys would appear.
The first guy to rush over to meet us was named Paul. He lived next door, had just graduated high school, and was starting at the local university. He'd be living with his parents while going to college. He tried to be nice and tell me all about the new school I'd be going to. What extracurricular activities were available, which teachers were good and all that. I thought he might make interesting boyfriend material, but it was obvious he was just being nice to me to get to Donna. All he really wanted to do was stare at my Mom and drool. I knew she was prettier than me, but I didn't need that.
Austin and Sean lived directly across the street. Austin was going into the
10th grade, Sean into the 8th. They couldn't look any more average if they
tried. Perfect teasing material for me.
Our other next-door neighbors I hadn't seen, though the woman had been over
to introduce herself to Donna when I wasn't there, and to invite her to church. Her husband was a minister, and they had three small children. That part I knew. I'd heard them playing in their back yard but wasn't feeling voyeuristic enough to try to find a hole to peek through. On separate occasions I'd heard the names Susie, Cassie, and Billy. And William. I suspected that was what mom called Billy when she wanted to make a point.
Three days after moving in to our new house, Donna gave me an assignment. It wasn't really an assignment as much as permitting me to do something I was dying to do. I was to dress in sexy tight shorts and heels and wear one of my naughty T-shirts (braless) when I went across the street to return a casserole pan. Of course I was to do it when the parents weren't home. Even though I was perfectly capable of doing it myself, Donna insisted on helping me with my hair and makeup. I think she missed doing that. My nails were polished in multiple colors, fitting for my teenage girl image of the moment, and they were copiously decorated with nail art. Hearts and stars and rainbows.
I wore dangly earrings and a necklace with a cross on the end that hung down low enough my bouncing breasts would make it look like so much debris being tossed around in a storm at sea.
The T-shirt read, "I have the pussy so I make the rules".
"So, you're Austin, and you're Sean, right?" I didn't wait to be invited in. I knew the little one would just stand there gawking at me, so why wait. I found the kitchen easily enough and put the casserole dish on a counter. Soon both boys were in the kitchen with me. I got their names crossed on purpose, just to let them know they weren't really that important to me. "Well, okay, whatever. I just wanted to let you know my birthday's in a week. You know, in case you wanna buy me something. You don't have to."
They were helpless. As soon as they tried to talk they were committed to getting me something for my birthday. They both assured me they wanted to. Austin, the older one, even had the presence of mind to ask what I wanted. "You're not supposed to ask a girl that. You're supposed to impress her with your imagination. Well, gotta go, see ya around."
On the way back to my house, the neighbor's automatic garage door opened. I
really didn't want anyone else seeing me like this. Well, I wanted the whole world seeing me like this, except for some of the neighbors. Dashing back inside would look like I was afraid, like I had something to hide. So, I tried to keep my cool and continue my journey home. Then I saw it. Unbelievable. Backing out of my next door neighbor's garage was a vehicle I'd seen before. I could tell by the parking sticker on the back window. It was the same minivan from the convenience store. My little admirer. The woman of his dreams - me - was his new next door neighbor!
As I followed my jiggling breasts up my own driveway to my front door, I could feel the eyes on me again. No doubt both boys across the street were watching, but the occupants of the van were much closer, affording them a much better view. I looked over and waved. Isn't that what friendly neighbors do?
The dad was driving. I was happy to see from the look he was giving me that
everything seemed to be functioning normally. Mom was glaring at me. The little girls must have been totally disinterested. And all the way in the back seat, an astonished little William had his nose pressed against the window. Apparently, his prayers just came true.
This was going to be so much fun.
Donna didn't go into any details about how she got a surgeon to do my breast job. She did point out she didn't look for a doctor who could be easily blackmailed and force him to do the surgery. Instead, she found the best surgeon she could then somehow blackmailed him. Naturally, I was a little apprehensive, I'd never had surgery before, but my trust in Donna and her decision making ability was complete.
My recovery from the surgery was speedy, thanks to the "excellent shape" I was in from all the exercises Donna had me doing all summer. Donna told the
neighbors I had pneumonia. It was funny when I could hear Mrs. Heath (Billy's mom) in the living room telling Donna they would be praying for me. I was sure Amanda (Mrs. Heath) would also be praying I stopped being such a naughty little tease. I wondered if her husband would do the same.
Austin and Sean weren't allowed to see me, but they brought birthday presents. One got me a big gift basket from Bath and Body Works, the other some earrings and a matching necklace. Not bad for two minutes work.
The gift I was most happy to receive though, was a little bouquet of handpicked flowers from a little 10 year old who whispered to Donna to please not let his mother know.
The end.
(for now)
At this time I'm planning to continue the adventures of Erica and Donna as Erica starts high school and hones her skills. And don't forget, the girls will still need to deal with Jake when he gets home. Don't look for it in the next few days, though. My schedule is starting to get really busy.