Frozen and Chosen (Part 1)

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Frozen and Chosen

Chapter 01... Rebirth

Chase Nadir

Why do parents hang crappy bully bait names on their kids? I was cursed with the name Tristan Donavan Rivalen. All three sucked so bad I just chopped my middle name and went by Donny.

Momma wouldn't let me use the name Don, I don't know why. I never knew my dad; momma was only fourteen when she had me. She has a thing for all things King Arthur, romance, and tragedy, thus my first name.

Momma and me moved around every couple of years. For the longest time I thought she was hiding from someone. You know Witness Protection Program stuff. I actually screwed up the courage to ask her one morning. After she stopped laughing she said, "No honey, I was just born with a gypsy soul."

When we were in Chicago she came across a navy petty officer, Jason Dupree. He worked at the Military Entrance and Processing Center. He was the first guy I imagined was my daddy. He was the first person in my life, aside from momma, who told me I was special. He pushed me to climb out of my shell.

Jason encouraged me to get into a drama program, and then community theater. It turned out I loved the stage, he was right it was a magic place. I was involved in his small group of players. Then I got the lead in a children's theater production of Peter Pan, an agent saw me and recommended catalog modeling.

People say the high school years are the happiest years of your life. That's not close to being true. Did I mention bullies earlier? Yep, my whole being was fodder for them.

With the exception of my hair and eyes most of my looks come from momma. We are short, four foot ten inches on a good day. I have very pale skin. My hair is so blonde, it is almost white (think Anderson Cooper.) I am skinny, with a high pitched voice; I am what is called a boy soprano.

I have weird eyes, sky blue with flecks of silver. On top of all of that, I am gay. I have never acted on it, but I know what I am and what I am attracted to. One of the boys at my new school said I looked like a freaky fairy princess. Some even started calling me Elsa... God I hate Disney.

The worst bully of the lot was Paul Trotter, junior year he made my life a living hell. Paul was not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. He was into his fifteenth year, of a twelve year education.

Day one, he slugged me in the gut so hard, I actually threw up lunch. He hated gay people, he hated us a lot. Worse than all of that, he lived across the court from me. Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself.

My love of Theater hasn't help. When we lived in Chicago, I was constantly trying out for some part or another. Both momma and Jason encouraged me.

I wanted more than anything to land a romantic lead... Casting directors often replied to my face, FAT CHANCE laughing. More often than not I got cast as a supporting child or female part. My voice was great, my body however.

The closest I got to a romantic lead (on an adult set) was when I was fifteen; I played Liesl Von Trapp in The Sound of Music. Carra Dumont the famous grand dame of the American Theater played Maria. She was a high soprano and a dear friend.

We had worked together on a couple of other performances, she liked me. I don't know why, but she liked me.... She didn't get along with almost anyone else.

I was kept on the cast to attempt to keep the diva controlled. I was to be just another member of the chorus and an understudy for one of the smaller children. Carra had other ideas; the crafty diva made sure none of the other females trying out could blend and harmonize with her for the song 'You Are Sixteen Going on Seventeen.'

Carra and I were practicing and just screwing around on stage. What I didn't know was that she had set me up. The director and producer heard us together; saw our chemistry, and how much we genuinely enjoyed working together. As Suetonious said to Caesar, "The die was cast." Next thing I know I had the part.

The running gag amongst my fellow players was, "No wonder Rolf chose to side with the Nazis." The poor bastard was not happy about our 'kiss' during rehearsals. By the time performance came around he threw himself into it. During our final performance he actually slipped his tongue in my mouth.The kiss was long enough to make the audience uncomfortable.

My chance of dating one of my fellow cast mates was non-existent, the stage mother or teachers were always watching me like hawks. Carra followed the show to New York, while my school tied me to Chicago. "Your time will come little angel. You will spread your wings, and fly further than all of us. You are a born performer."

Shortly after 'Music' wrapped, we got a visit from the Department of Children and Family Services. My school nurse and a couple teachers said momma must be poisoning or starving me, to keep me profitable as a child actor. That accusation led to us finding out why I was so tiny and underdeveloped.

As part of their investigation, DCFS sent me to a specialist. The doctor explained what bilateral anorchia was. He told me my body re-absorbed my testes while I was developing. "It is a rare condition Donny, only one in twenty thousand boys." Lucky fucking me, I was born to be a eunuch.

There was talk of implanting silicone balls for cosmetic detail I said no. "I am, how I am. Please, I don't want to compound reality with the illusion of normalcy." I still felt like a freak.

Jason held me as I sobbed for hours. He tried to make me feel special. "Sometimes we just have to work with the hand we were dealt, my little Pan." Pan was his pet name for me. "Don't grow up, it's a trap." He would whisper in my ear.

Jason took a one year follow-up assignment to Great Lakes Naval Training Center. We moved up to Windy Harbor in August last year. Yep, halfway through high school, I had to transfer schools. That is the kiss of death socially. Jason said the schools were better and the people liked military families.

Zino Bonten THS was just like every other High School. It had its own caste system. With me coming in two years after everyone else, I was at the bottom of the pecking order.

Every other easy target in the school and I had a guardian angel. He was the school resource Officer Nathan 'Nate' Taylor. He always 'just happened' to be nearby when the bullies found the weak kids.

In December Jason got orders to someplace called Adak in Alaska. He and momma argued a lot for a while. One day I came home from school and he was gone.

I was feeling angry, abandoned, and found myself hoping that a moose would fuck him in the ass when he got there. I did research and found out that Adak was an island and had no moose on it. Damn even my revenge fantasies end up fucked up.

After Jason left, momma tried so hard to keep me in the same school to graduate. Momma and I started renting a cheap cabin on Sheridan Road. It was some old travel park from the fifties. Frank the manager said it was one of the nicer cabins. Momma had the only bedroom and I slept on the old folding couch in the parlor/common room.

Towards the end of junior year, I was in La Cage aux Folles in Milwaukee. I was encouraged to let my hair grow. It actually reached down to the bottom of my shoulder blades. More fodder for the bullies, but I became a hero to the school's theater group.

I was grateful that momma let me take the train by myself up to Milwaukee. I did this several times a week for practices and performances. The biggest shock of all was when she showed up for a performance where I stepped into a role as understudy for the 'Folle' character Hanna. I wished it had a longer run.

In July momma took up with a carnie guy. His name was Zeke from some place called Gibsonton, Florida. He was waiting for a new trailer to arrive before rejoining the carnival route.

While Zeke wasn't an ugly guy, I thought momma was pretty enough to do better. He was a cheap bastard who drank way too much. I just didn't understand what she saw in him. He actually made me feel sick and upset. There was just something that was unpleasant when he looked at or touched me.

Momma normally worked a double at the restaurant Saturdays. After a few weeks of bumping heads and growling at him, she asked if I could stay home and try to bond with Zeke. Turned out his idea of 'bonding' was giving me glass after glass of beer, while he watched porn on MY computer.

I was attempting to run lines on the couch. I was trying to get a spot in the fall community playhouses production. I missed being cast in the previous show.

I was injured after a bicycle accident and put on aggressive steroid treatments to help the muscles heal. Now, I needed to get back on stage I needed my dose of fantasy, especially with the new changes to my body.

Zeke kept turning up the volume on the smut he was watching. He was making me uncomfortable. I had enough and decided to leave. As I staggered for the door the room was suddenly hot. I spun and I started to fall, he caught me and carried me to the bedroom.

"You had way too much to drink to be seen in public buddy. Don't fret, I'll watch over you." He closed the door and threw the latch.

Crap it was hot in the cabin. "You are burning up; let's get some of these clothes off you." My head was spinning but it made sense, take clothes off to get cool.

I had removed everything except for my boxers and my compression garment. I started wearing the compression garment to hide nature's latest sick little jokes. "All of it baby boy. That thing is making it hard for you to breathe." I removed the boxers.

My fingers couldn't work the fasteners on the compression garment. Zeke stepped in and helped me. He had me lay on the bed with the fan blowing on me.

Then he went to the bath and soaked some cold compresses. He applied them to my face and body. I started feeling better.

I was scared and trembling, as his calloused hands softly caressed my chest. "For a boy you are pretty... easy to imagine you was a girl with those tiny boobs.

As a boy you must be lonely, no woman and not too many guys is gonna be happy with that thing you call a dick." I had a type of guy I liked. Zeke wasn't it, but damn he was making my body feel so good.

I finally looked at him, he too was nude. It was the first time I saw his cock. God it was big, now I understood what momma saw in him.

"This is what a real man is supposed to have. Y'all aren't even close boy. Hell, I can't even call you boy." He put our cocks together and tried jacking them laughing and mocking the difference.

He went to momma's drawer pulling out an item. He told me to put on her red satin teddy as he continued to stroke himself. It felt real nice, cool against my skin. He pointed down at my 'little thing,' I didn't know that I had gotten hard.

"See how y'alls little clitty is all kinds of happy. That is your body sayin y'all was born to dress like this. Your momma showed me pictures of that fag play you was in up in Brew-City.

You make a real pretty sissy girl." He pulled me into a kiss. He shoved his beer soaked tongue into my mouth, while he groped my body through momma's silk. "Yup, you are pretty, just like your momma."

It felt like I was swimming in mud, my head was lost in a lusty fog. I could barely move when he asked me to kiss it. I began to kiss and then lick the head of his fat circumcised cock.

There was a bitter, clear, salty juice at the tip. I couldn't believe how odd and yet good it tasted. Zeke asked me to take it fully into my mouth as I inhaled the odor from his sweaty flesh.

My teeth accidentally scratched his rod. He told me to extend my lips over my teeth, and begin sliding my head up and down on his cock. My little cock was hard and I was slowly humping the mattress.

I felt his hand rest on the back of my head. I was afraid, I started to pull back a little. That's when his other hand rested on the back of my head and held me in place.

"Please baby girl you're doing such a good job. Don't stop it feels so good. I can't get your momma to do this shit often enough."

His cock was leaking pre-cum making my mouth water. I had trouble swallowing fast enough. Thoughts were flying through my head; this was my mother's boyfriend what would happen if she were to find me.

He pushed harder with his hands and ground his hips against my lips. He suddenly stopped and slid me to the edge of the bed. I quickly learned it was so he could stand and fuck my face.

He pressed his cock against my lips and slowly started to slide his shaft down my throat. "God baby girl, you're making daddy's cock feel so good." That comment gave me a wierd flush of pride.

I don't know why but I sucked harder. Part of me just wanted this over. I felt so guilty about playing with momma's man, and yet something in me still wanted more.

I felt like a limp dish towel, I could barely move. Zeke slowly continue to fuck my mouth deeper. His cock thrust more forcefully into my face.

He began to moan I felt his cock swell and start to pulse. His warm liquid began filling my mouth. I was forced to suck and swallow to breathe again.

His cock slowly went soft in my mouth and he removed it. He turned my body so my head was resting on momma's pillow. He slid in behind me spooning me. He wrapped his arms around me. I had waves of guilt crashing on me, like Lake Michigan's waters against the shore on a stormy day.

I woke to find him asleep, grinding his cock against the silky fabric covering the crack of my ass. He shot wads of cum on my back, and butt. He rolled over on the bed and fell deeper asleep. I took off mother's teddy and washed it in the sink, but not until after I smelled then tasted his deposit again. I felt ashamed with the thought; I made momma's man cum twice.

Monday night I came home and momma was raving how Zeke bought me some old army footlocker to give me some 'private' storage. "He is right, it is bad enough not having your own room. You need a place to put personal things."

Over the next days, I noticed Zeke started buying clothes and toys for me. I also couldn't help notice he had a key to my 'private' chest. I could tell he was pissed when our 'guy time' was on hold.

Mom's Saturday schedule was taken away and given to a couple of new girls. That lasted two weeks. I heard her telling Zeke she had to damn near blow her manager to get back on the Saturday shift this week.

Saturday he introduced me to frozen coconut rum drinks. They were strong and went down fast as he just sipped his beer. He came up with a compelling argument for me to comply with him.

"Donny, there are times when your momma is on the rag or workin. I've got a choice I can use you when this happens, or I can go out and find some whore to fuck. Do you want me to risk bringing the clap home to your momma?"

In my alcohol numbed brain that made sense. He reminded me, "Sissy girl, you like men, I am a man. What's the problem?" Perhaps it was the rum talking but that made sense as well, at least in the moment.

He asked me to put on a short pink princess dress including full length nylon gloves and a pair of mom's heels. We watched gay sissy videos on the internet. He had me sit on his thigh while asking, "Does daddy's princess like her play clothes." When I didn't respond he reached up the skirt and rubbed my engorged one inch cock through the pink crotchless nylon panties.

"Baby gurl's clitty likes them. Please baby gurl, tell daddy you like your play clothes" I shook my head. He pinched my cock growling, "TELL daddy you like your new play clothes."

Crap it hurt! "Yes daddy, I love my new play clothes." I kissed his ear hoping to sell it.

"I don't believe you. See how a proper princess treats her daddy when she is given something pretty?" He pointed to the screen.

A young boy in an identical outfit was kissing his daddy. He was stroking the daddy's cock with his gloved hand. I quickly thought which activity was least objectionable.

I turned around facing him as I straddled his thigh. I leaned my head against his shoulder and reached into the fly of his boxers. I pulled his cock out and began stroking it like the boy in the video. "My princess is forgetting daddy's kiss."

Tears flowed from my eyes as he tilted my head up. He pressed his lips to mine. He then said, "Princess, I want to make you happy. A pretty sissy like you is going to end up with a man soon.

I had a pretty sissy once, down in Ashville. He loved what he was, and what we did. He got to ride my bitch seat for the better part of a year. That sissy made a lot of money; you will make us far more."

He grunted as he came in my gloved hand. "A proper princess cleans her messes." He lifted my glove to my mouth I licked his cum from the nylon. I showed him hoping he would be happy.

He pointed down, "There is still a mess honey." He pressed down on my shoulders and I slid to the floor licking the cum from his lap and cock. "That is my good girl." He slid his softening cock into my mouth to make sure every drop of cum was captured.

When I was done, he cracked his second beer. He also mixed me my fifth or sixth rum concoction. I was still sitting on the floor reflecting on what I had just done, softly sobbing.

I downed the sweet mixture in one gulp; it had a little different taste, it was sweet but also a bit salty. My head was soon swimming as his phone chirped. He was angry when he read the message, then the room spun and I was out.

When I woke, it was dark out. I looked at the clock it was almost midnight, nine hours had passed. I was dizzy and on the sofa bed under the covers in momma's old pink nightgown.

My binding garment wasn't on, so I knew who put me in the nightgown. My ears were throbbing. I touched them to discover they had been pierced. The fucking asshole!

Speaking of that specific orifice, it too was hurting. I reached down to find out why. There was a hunk of some kind of rubber in my ass. I tried to remove it, but it hurt when I tried to yank it out.

There was a blinding pain inside of me, like and electric shock. I stopped and released the toy. No sooner had I stopped; there was a pleasant pulsing coming from deep inside my bottom. I gasped.

I heard momma softly crying in the bedroom. I knew Zeke wasn't here because the bedroom door was open. When I finally caught my breath, I stuck my head in the door, "Momma, are you okay?" She gestured me into the room and hugged on me. I knew it was bad.

She kissed my head, "I like the earrings, they look so cute. I just wish y'all would have asked me first buddy. You do know those have to stay in for a month right?"

I quickly said they had to be done for catalog shoots. It was not a whole lie. My agent did ask if I would, to get gigs modeling teen clothes.

I asked momma again what was wrong. "It is grown up shit honey. Kind of like the booze you took while Zeke wasn't looking. I got sent home tonight.

My shifts have been cut to part-time. I know they are easing me out the door. It looks like we may have to move on baby. Zeke had to go bail out a friend."

I wanted to say so much more, but she had her plate full. "Momma, you can have my pay checks as long as you need them. Mr. Geonosis offered me full time.

We have time, I can help." She kissed my cheek and I added, "Zeke made the drinks, I was curious what rum tasted like. Don't be mad momma; I know how much you like him. I'd do anything for you momma; I'd do anything to keep you happy."

"Donny, I love you baby, we will sort this out. Now go out to the kitchen and drink two full glasses of water. That will cut the hangover you are going to have in the morning.

We cannot afford to both be out of work. Set your alarm early, the head is cracked on the Chevy. We need to baby it. It looks like we are down to just your bicycle and Zeke's hog."

As I passed momma's looking glass, I saw the bastard put tiny pink triangles, with two overlapped male symbols on my earlobes as my starters. I knew momma was right; they have to stay in for thirty days. I thought about the school year beginning. Shit, like I needed another reason to get my ass kicked.

When Zeke got home, he sat on the sofa bed and patted my bottom. He whispered in my ear, "Did baby like her little gifts."

I knew what he expected me to do; I open my mouth a little and he kissed me full on the lips. I whispered in his ear, "Thank you daddy..." He hit a button on his smart phone and the plug pulsed again. I held him tight as I fought for control of my breath.

He punched in another command and I could feel the pressure ease in my bottom. He removed the plug for my ass and secured it in the foot locker. He whispered again, "I'll have you clean that up tomorrow. I can't wait until we can continue your training. You are going to be such a fun little sissy to teach.

I have a lot of friends who want to play with you too. We are gonna make so much money together." He kissed me again. I could hear momma stir in the bedroom as she called Zeke's name.

The week was long. Monday Mr. Geonosis agreed to work me Monday through Thursday ten hour days. His manager didn't like it, but he put on a plastic smile and adjusted the schedule.

At home I was adjusting to a new schedule as well. Each morning Zeke would wake me when momma went to work. I was then required to suck his cock. There were times I could still taste momma's juices on it. He made me show him my mouth before and after I was allowed to swallow his milky 'gift.'

He taught me how to clean my toys and my bottom for his play. Then he would send me to work with the training plug locked in my ass. I quickly learned he could monitor the plug wherever I went.

If I sat even for a moment or adjusted the plug in any way, he would get an alert and he would trigger a torment. It was an electric shock. He wanted to make my ass rounder and firmer. To that end, I was forbidden from sitting on my bike, the torments encouraged this.

In addition to the torments he could send rewards as well. He told me I 'earned' the rewards; if I got to work within a set amount of time, or if I called him asking for permission to sit for lunch, or if I did a good job pleasuring his cock. I quickly learned to enjoy the rewards he would send me.

Before momma got home he would send the release command and remove the plug for me to clean. He would inspect it afterwards. He told me if I failed in removing my filth from his generous gift, I would have to clean it with my mouth. It was always clean.

Only then would I be allowed to relieve myself, shower, and clean my hole for his inspection. If it failed to pass, he would lock the plug in place all night programmed for random torments. I only failed once.

Momma was right, on Wednesday the restaurant let her go. Momma and Zeke were 'talking' well into the night. He didn't have the chance to release me. He did at least program the plug only for random pleasures that night.

Thursday morning he let me clean myself because momma was home. He patted my bottom to ensure the plug was in place before I left the house, of course it was. Half way to work he transmitted a long reward. I damn near wrecked my bike.

As fucked up is the situation was, I meant what I said, I would do anything for my mother, I do mean anything. She liked this asshole, if it was a package deal, I would comply with him. I had to protect momma.

August first:

I rode my bike up to the Geonosis's movie theater in order to collect my pay envelope. I stopped by and deposited the cash at the ATM. Recent events proved I could not trust Zeke.

This money was for momma. Payday was always a happy day for us. Momma and I would normally splurge on something. We did at least one thing we normally wouldn't.

This payday was different; when I got back, Zeke was outside. He had all three of the cargo boxes on his Electra Glide loaded, and the whiskey barrel trailer attached. I knew he was leaving. He sent the release command to the plug, handed me his key to the footlocker, and told me to go in and talk to my momma.

At first I was happy when I walked into the house. I was finally going to be free of my tormentor. Maybe momma found out, and kicked him to the curb. I opened the door, and that's when momma surprised me. She told me she was tired of Windy Harbor and she was going off with Zeke.

Her final words before she left were. "The rent is paid up through January, so you have a roof over your head. By my counting you have enough school credits to graduate. You should be able to talk to your counselor and get your three mandatory classes done before the end of the semester.

Then you can get a real job and start your adult life in far better shape than I was. Now you are going to need to have food money, so it's good you have a job. I was younger than you when I had to be an adult. I left some things to help you start off. I love you so much baby."

Outside Zeke's hog roared to life. She hugged me, palmed me a hundred. Then she kissed me and she ran out the door.

I was only a second or two behind her. I got to see, her hop on the back of Zeke's bike and they were gone. Momma was only thirty-two, young enough to start over. I couldn't fault her for that. I found myself wishing life would give me a do over too.

As they roared down the road towards their new life, I was terrified. I went back in the cabin and curled up on the bed in mother's room. I guess it was mine now. It was not quite how I imagined getting a bedroom again. I walked over to the dresser.

I found a note from momma. "Donny your father was my high school boy friend Donavan Charles Rivalen. I was a freshman and he was the grandson of a powerful congressman.

Don was a senior, and captain of the football team. His family was the golden family of Jefferson Parish, Louisiana. I was just a girl from the wrong side of town who looked older than she was.

We went to a party and got more than a little drunk... When it was discovered I was pregnant, I was packed off to my aunt's house in Cairo, Illinois until you were born.

I was supposed to give you up for adoption. His family couldn't afford the scandal, and my family couldn't afford the cost. When I held you the first time, looking down in your sweet little face I couldn't. My family cut me loose.

The Rivalen family may never recognize you as theirs, but it's important that you know where you come from, but growing up I knew you shouldn't have to carry my shame. That's why I started using your last name. My people are also from Jefferson Parish. They have been there going all the way back to when the French ruled. We are the LaSalle family.

I have regretted doing many things in my life. Having and keeping you was never one of them, not even for a second. I want you to have the kind of life I couldn't. Discover yourself honey. Watching you on stage this summer was eye opening, like seeing a flower bloom.

My sweet boy you have so much talent, develop it. I know if I stayed, you would move heaven and earth to take care of me. You might even sacrifice your dreams, to make my life better. That is not what any mother wants for her child.

I know Zeke got you drunk baby, and I think I know why. Your spirit has been deflating these last few weeks. I have an idea what he has done to you.

I'm so sorry baby. I love what you tried to do for me. That is a sacrifice I would never have asked of you. He isn't worth it.

There are bad people out here in the world sweetie, and I let one of them reach you. Try and recognize them better and faster than I have. I cannot provide for you anymore. I can protect you by removing the monster that I introduced into your life.

Sell what you can of what we are leaving behind. Zeke can't come back; the police want to talk to him. He's not telling me why, but I am not stupid. I should have taken Jason's offer. He was the first guy who actually wanted to be your daddy. I screwed up both our lives pretty good; you stand a better chance without me.

Find a guy who completes you. The one who makes you feel like you're important, and makes you the center of his universe. There is one more thing I can do for you; I can stop screwing up your life."

Love Mom

Momma signed over the title to her crappy old car to me. She also left a few pictures behind of family members with names on the back. Most of her things were still in the closet and dresser. I couldn't deal with looking through her stuff not now. Maybe I can later, when a scab forms on my heart.

I removed the plug from my ass and cleaned it. I opened Zeke's toy box to put it away and found his stash of porn. He had a thing for sissy porn. I also found some of the things he wanted to use on me. I opened one of the sissy mags; a note and two one hundred dollar bills fell out.

The note read, "I knew you would look at these. Take some notes; you will make a really good sissy some day. Do yourself a favor, don't tell anyone what we did boy.

I guess it's good for you we're leaving. If your momma and I stayed, I'd have been breaking your ass in. A lot of guys in town would pay to have it.

Frank in the office says he wants you. You're all alone in the world. You're going to need someone big and strong to take care of you, and fill your girly needs. I may ship you some items from time to time. Who knows, if I get tired of your momma, I may come back for you myself."

I continued at the movie theater Monday through Thursday the Geonosis family was trying to help me out. The next payday I decided to do something impulsive, read also very stupid. I did a MugMag social media search for "Donavan Charles Rivalen."

I found him fast. There was no denying I was his child. I had his weird colored eyes and hair color, so did the younger two of his three boys. I had brothers...

It took hours but I finally screwed up the courage to send a private message identifying myself and my mother. I told him I didn't want anything from him, I just needed to know who I was.

His reply was curt to say the least. He threatened me with legal action if I ever publicly called him my father. "I am established in this community and have a wife who adores me and three perfect kids. I do not want any fucking drama in my life from your cheap whore of a mother."

I replied, "I would welcome the lawsuit because it would require a paternity test from you. You're right. You may have provided the sperm that gave me life, but you are right you are not my dad." I was not surprised when he blocked me. I was however angry, I was so very angry.

Three weeks later school started, I had already told my counselor that I needed to adjust my schedule to work extra hours and help momma make ends meet. Also I needed to make arrangements for early graduation. She was hesitant until I explained I would drop out if I had to, and just get my GED.

After she called momma's disconnected cell phone, I told her the truth. Ms Myers now looked upon me as her personal project. She took it as her personal mission that I would get my diploma. She insisted on a minimum of five classes a day. "That way you still get free breakfast and lunch hon."

My new school schedule: gym classes started and ended my day. Between them I had American Government (My other mandatory class to graduate), the highlight of my day were my two electives, choir and acting. I enjoyed the escape of getting on stage and being able to be something else, anything else.

Of all the things I hated, I hated gym class the most. To graduate high school as a senior I had to have completed four full years of gym; which meant I had to have it twice a day in order to graduate early. Gym is a crappy class to have to take when you are the smallest and weakest kid in the class.

Gym is worse for a kid who doesn't have any testicles and a laughably tiny cock. My condition left me with no scrotum, just a little ridge of worthless skin that goes from the base of my narrow, penile nub to the crack of my ass.

Last year Trotter and one of the jocks pulled my shorts and jock strap down in front of the girls. The button dick and twiggy jokes haven't stopped since. Since that event the coaches have been letting me use their office locker room to change and shower.

With my new puffy chest this year it was bound to be worse. With the pool attached to this high school I knew there'd be new jokes coming. I dreaded swimming.

The rest of the Theater nerds started running interference with the bullies for me. I was the professional that they wanted to learn from. It did help that a lot of the Theater nerds were also girls dating jocks. Jocks that now by proxy were protecting me. The fact that they were just attempting to look noble before their girls never crossed my mind.

There was no way I could afford to repair mom's car and insurance on what I was making working at the movie theater, and the occasional modeling gigs were too few and far between. So I was left with bicycling from home, to Zino for school, up to Kenosha for work, then back to the cabin.

My landlord Frank was 'kind' enough to help me sell mom's broke ass old car for parts. I never knew it was a classic. I just knew it was old. I was rich; I had eight hundred more dollars in the bank. He kept two hundred for his troubles.

September fifth.

It was Friday night, and my schedule had been changed. I was sent home early. My manager told me why he cut my hours. He said 'IF' I wanted to keep my crappy minimum wage job at all, I needed to cut my hair, and start looking like a boy.

He also told me he would make my life a living hell if I went to the Geonosis family again. I was depressed and took the long way home from the movie theater.

I was just getting used to my hair being down past my shoulder blades. I thought it looked good in a ponytail. My ears had healed enough that I bought myself a cute pair of pawned heart cut phaux sapphire earrings that became a regular item in my wardrobe. I thought about looking for a new job, but no one's hiring, especially people who looked like me.

I was feeling low, defeated. That's when I came upon Delilah's Den. I had seen it in the past, but this was the first time I saw it when it was open. It was an old movie theater that was converted to a bar, cabaret, and dance club, I had heard rumors about it at school.

I felt like crap, lonely, and desperate for a change. I knew I was gay I just didn't know how to act on it. My time with Zeke didn't help my confidence. One thing for sure I was tired of being lonely. I saw the sixteen and up sign. I decided to try getting in.

My hands were shaking as I showed my school ID card to the doorman. He grinned, waived the door fee and slapped an alcohol-free stamp with some kind of bird on it on my hand. He pinched my ass hard as I passed him and told me to stay on the lower and middle sections of the club. The upper zone was the twenty-one and up club.

I wandered down to the lowest level right in front of the stage, it was beautiful. Apparently I just missed the live review. That was when I met Delilah. She was an over the top, mocha brown, RuPaul wanna be drag queen.

She was wagging her finger at me and shouting, "Oh HELL TO THE NO!!! I can't be hav'en me no chil'en in here! I ain't running me no pedo-club! That there sign say sixteen and up!"

"Ma'am I am almost eighteen." She demanded id. I gave her my school id.

She pinched my cheek playfully. Then shouted, "Oooooooooooh baby you a ZeeBee! Nathan is this tiny lil chicken one of yours."

I turned in the direction she was talking and saw Officer Nate Taylor our school resource officer. My stomach fell at the sight of him. For a month I kept such a low profile, damn my ill-timed sense of curiosity.

My head dropped like a man condemned. He pulled my head up, "Yes, Delilah he is one of mine. Hi Donny, I was wondering when you would get around to discovering this place.

We have seen you go by from time to time. You keep up a good pace. Just coming home from work?"

I stuttered as I replied, "Yes sir."

"Just like at school buddy, you can still call me Nate. Delilah, this is Donny Rivalen. He's one of my special kids.

He's an actor, model, and at school a member of the choir. He sings like an angel. If the teacher's lounge rumor mill is true, he is all alone in this world."

Delilah put her hand on my shoulder, "Is all of that true baby?"

My eyes misted as I started to nod. For weeks I had put on a brave face, that facade was now cracking. Delilah pulled me into a tight embrace.

Realizing I was shaking, she knew I was a baby's breath away from totally losing it. She guided me into her office and told me I could just let it go. Nate held me in a tight hug on her sofa as the tears flowed and I told her my story.

"Oh baby, you have had too much reality. It is so good you found my place. Cuz baby this place is built on fantasy and fun."

Delilah was as sweet as she was beautiful. "I was left behind when I was about your age. It sucks baby, but it gets better."

Nate was pissed when he found out about Zeke's plans for me. Nate broke his embrace sniffing my hair. "Boy you smell of sweat and popcorn."

I looked at him and told him that I just gotten off work. It was too far to ride my bike home shower and come back. I apologized and said I would come back another night.

Delilah pointed to her bathroom and said, "Sweetie there's a shower in there, and I think I may have something fun you can change into. I need Nate back out on the floor looking for hawks swooping in to carry off my garnishes."

I didn't understand what she meant, but a hot water shower sounded great. The water heater at the cabin was busted. Frank offered to take care of it, if I 'took care' of him. Even with me being a horny seventeen year old that price was too damn high.

The only hot shower I had access to was in gym class and I rushed in and out of those. Coach Brice in first period was cool. Fifth period was a different story, coach Yaunchavitch kind of repulsed me. He reminded me of a bald, older, fatter and uglier Zeke.

I took off my clothes and jumped in the shower scrubbing every square inch of my body clean. I loved how her flowery soap smelled and made my skin soft. It was my first time bathing in soft water as well. It made my skin feel so slick.

When I emerged there was a short blue silk bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. I dried myself, towel wrapped my hair to dry, and went back out into the office.

Delilah was sitting at her makeup table with her wig off. "Oh baby, you look so cute. There's a blue outfit over there. I think it will just look darling on you."

I looked at the blue micro top with sequins with the matching mini skirt. It looked like a cheer uniform. I had a look of panic on my face.

She smiled at me, "Baby you already told me you liked wearing girlie things. I'm not asking you to do anything dirty. I employ a few well behaved gentlemen your age as garnishes.

You know, something pretty to pack the dance floors and make them fun. You may be the prettiest garnish that has ever walked through the front door. I'd be a fool if I didn't try to make a play to hire you.

Just try on the outfit and see if you like it. That's all I'm asking baby, no pressure. If it is wrong for you, you can still walk out that door and have a good time tonight."

I stepped behind the rice paper screen and removed the robe. I didn't realize with the backlight she got a perfect shadow show on her side. "Oooooh baby, the gawd-dess has blessed you with a perfect little body."

I blushed when I put it together. There was a white pair of low rise pantyhose that slid on like smooth silk. I pulled a black panty and blue micro skirt over them. When I put on the top, it hung a little loose. My small breasts weren't full enough to fill it.

Stepping from behind the screen I received applause from Delilah. She started adjusting the fabric. She taped in some cold plastic breast forms to fill out the top. "If you like them, we can get you a pair of your own baby girl. These don't fit just right, so things may slip, but they'll do for now.

I saw my reflection in the mirror. For the first time in my life, I felt really comfortable in my skin. Nothing was bound or pressed in or squeezed flat.

Aside from the little plastic breast forms it was just me. I hugged Delilah tightly and she said, "I know baby girl, I know. I've been there too."

She was amazed at how easily I took direction. She told me how to conceal my 'little thing' between my legs. I was surprised at how easily it was able to go between my legs backwards. It was as if it was finding its perfect home.

"Baby, I don't even think you're going to need a gaff. Oh Gawd, how I envy you." The first time in my life I had someone envying my body. I threw my arms around her neck and gave her another hug.

I sat at the makeup table and she guided me through color choices. I had most of the colors she selected in my makeup kit back home. I told her about my theater training, so stage makeup application was not an issue. She liked the fact that I preferred brushes for my lipstick instead of tubes.

I told her I had a signature style for my stage eye makeup. She encouraged me and told me to do it. The basic black made my blue eyes pop. I then took a smaller brush drew a blue glitter over line and ended it with a tiny little bow off to the side. Delilah loved the double liner look.

She asked what stage productions I had been in. I gave her the highpoints, "Peter Pan, Pippin, Grease, The Sound of Music..." I excitedly added, "...and last year I had a small part in 'La Cage' as summer stock in Milwaukee. I was part of the chorus. I also understudied Hanna. I actually got to perform the role for a matinee and when the primary got the flu."

"Sweetheart there are no such things as small parts, only small players." She was looking at a wig when I removed my hair from the towel, "No baby, you're hair fits you perfect."

As I completed work on my makeup, she did a loose braid on each side of my head connecting to a ponytail. Unfortunately she didn't have a pair of shoes that fit me, so I had to use my tennies. Thankfully they were blue.

"Sweetie when I'm out in the world I am Lionel Pennock. Here dressed like this I am Delilah DeLong. A big rule; this place 'is' a stage; we do not break the fourth wall ever.

We stay in character in front of the guests at all times. I'm not sure Donny Rivalen is an appropriate name for you tonight. How does 'Trista LaSalle' sound?" I grinned as I nodded yes.

I started to mist up as I saw the full length mirror. It was as if I saw mother looking back at me. "None of that now baby, you are a big bold drag queen tonight, No pain, only joy.

Tonight, you are a big ball of light. Go on out have some fun, dance, flirt with the guys. They are going to be all over you sweetie.

If you feel overwhelmed, or frightened by someone, you get to Nate or one of the other coolers. Most of the coolers are off duty police or corrections officers, some commute just to have a good time from Milwaukee and Chicago."

She held my chin. "You do not have to do anything you do not want to do. Given that you are still a chicken, I would appreciate if you did nothing here."

She snapped a cheesy plastic blue bangle bracelet to my right wrist. "This is for bookkeeping and your protection, don't take it off." Then she led me up a dark corridor.

"Introductions are everything baby girl, you told me you're comfortable on a stage so we're going to make that introduction here." We climbed the steps to the stage, I could see the curtains in front of me, she led me stage center.

She asked me if I was ready. I closed my eyes took in a deep breath and exhaled the last remnant of Donny Rivalen. I answered her question with an affirmative head nod. I was reborn as those curtains opened I put on a smile, I was now Trista LaSalle.

Delilah had a cute well practiced speech. "Folks, I found me yet anotha long-lost sistah from anotha mistah. Please welcome Ms Trista."

There were obligatory laughs. Delilah had light mocha colored skin, mine was porcelain white. She asked "Please make our sweet girl feel welcome, safe, and at home."

Nate mouthed the words "You look beautiful." I blushed, smiled, and did a low curtsy to the crowd. I then held out my hand daintily for one of the beefy coolers to assist me down the stairs to the lower dance floor.

I danced most of the night away, it was so much fun. I even saw a few of the jocks from school. Nicki (a Latino garnish) called them tourists and warned me to stay away from them. A couple of the guys on the dance floor ground on me a little heavy that was hard to get used to.

More than a couple times Nate, Tim, Isaac, or one of the other guys had to step in. Every time one of the guests ordered a drink or food item in my presence. The waiter would scan my bracelet making it bleep, vibrate, and light up.

I got to meet the other three garnishes that were floating around. I understood what we were. We were the "frou frou" crap on the edge of the glass and plate to make the drink or food look more interesting. I was cool with that.

The bar closed at two. I was still slow dancing with a real cute bear of a sailor from Great Lakes. The big bruiser of a doorman Mike tapped his shoulder and said, "It's late shipmate. The crew is tired, and it's time for you to go home."

The sailor gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. I felt him tuck something in my skirt, and he was gone. After he left I discovered he gave me a twenty and his phone number. I wasn't sure whether to feel cheap or flattered.

After riding my bicycle almost twenty five miles, a half day at school, five hours at the theater, and almost five hours on the dance floor, I was exhausted. Delilah handed her garnishes their pay envelopes and then handed me one. I looked at her very confused she replied, "I never have my babies working for free not even on their first night. You took to it well."

We went into the office to removed our 'war paint,' and change back into our street clothes. I started opening the envelope and Jessica (now Jason) told me, "No Trista, never on site, never in front of others. That's one of Delilah's rules, it's for our safety." I thanked him and Jason gave me a big hug. When I asked if we could buy our costumes, they laughed. That was when I learned the other safety rules.

Nicki (Narciso), Ladies the rules for the new member of our family. One: Never arrive on or leave site in drag. Lady Delilah picks all our attire."

Chrissy (Kris), "Two: Never go off with anyone without letting a buddy know."

Mike stuck his head in half way into Chrissy's warning: "You guys ready yet? Oh I see we're going through the rules. Where are we at?"

Chrissy replied, "Guess we're up for you Mikey Pooh." Kris held his red bangle out.

Mike waved a little wand and the plastic bangle released from the boy's wrist. "Come to MY door, and you're dressed like a girl, I'll turn you around with a cute little twirl. If someone gets rough with my girls in garb. I will stop them; oh I WILL stop them so very hard." Kris kissed the big man's cheek.

All of them chimed in on the last one, "...Never, never, never drink anything that was set aside unwatched even for a second."

I asked Mike about the bangles as he removed mine. "A few years ago we had a garnish get taken off, and bad things happen to him. Ms Delilah had these made up. If your pulse rate drops suddenly, they flash red and every cooler in the place will descend on whoever is with you.

If someone breaks it off of you, it flashes red and we have other ways of finding you. That is why she provides your costume. If you get too close to the door in costume the bangle will flash red and trigger the audible alarm on the door. We separate you from whoever you are with making sure you are okay.

That's the other reason you do not leave site in drag. Like it or not you are her family, and Ms Delilah protects her family.

Nate told me about this Zeke guy. If you see him come and get to a cooler, we will escort him out and he will never make it back in." I tiptoed and kissed the big man's cheek. "Baby THAT is the best part of my job."

I also learned what a chicken was in Delilah's world. It was an underage boy. In Wisconsin the age of consent is eighteen, across the line in Illinois it is seventeen. Now dressed as boys again with our makeup removed, we re-entered the lounge.

Delilah pecked the other mini drag queens goodbye as Mike and the security guys escorted them to their cars. Delilah then turned to me. "Donny, you look completely spent, did you have fun tonight baby?"

I told her, "Yes ma'am. Can you call me Trista all the time? I don't want to be Donny anymore." She noticed my binding garment wrapped in a spiral in my hand.

It was so nice to be able to take a deep breath without that constant pressure. She gave me a bag for it and smiled at me. I finally found my place.

"I think you would be a very good fit here. A lot of our male guests really enjoyed your spirit. Hell girl, a few of the lesbians don't believe you are a boy. I hope you can think of this place as a home away from home.

Now I do have another rule; no one leaves alone ever. Nate tells me you ride a bicycle, that will not do. Too easy for some chicken-hawk to swoop up and take you away. I don't want my babies hurt, or worse. You have gotten too close to one of those already.

Nate, Timmy, and Charles all live down your way and have offered to drive you until you get a vehicle of your own. Your shift can follow most of their shifts, unless you have arranged transportation. I'm going to let you break a rule, open your envelope."

I broke the seal on the envelope and counted out the thirteen new twenty dollar bills. "If you're smart you will save most of that. Not every pay day is this good. You are new, and a novelty, these guys really do enjoy the new and unusual.

Nate and Timmy are making the bank run. You are going to have to stay with the crew and me until they get back." She returned to the club's closing routine. There was soft music playing. I was bored and started screwing around with one of the poles on the stage.

Delilah bellowed, "Baby why didn't you tell me you were a dancer?"

I replied, "I'm not really, I am more a singer. But the choreographers on Grease and La Cage said I take direction really well."

"Oh hell baby you can work that pole, AND you have danced before. Sweetie, I may have another job for you, and it pays better and more regularly then just garnish work."

More up-tempo music was put on and Delilah said, "Trista, you do what I do." She walked over to the other pole. I tried to mirror her movements.

Slowly we began to move as one. I once heard that women do not sweat they glow or glisten. Fuck that, I was sweating, but I was having a blast!

Slowly, the clatter of glasses stopped. The cleanup crew began watching the two bodies moving on stage. After twenty minutes there was applause coming from the door. I was breathing hard and sweating while I was hanging from the pole by my leg. Through the glare of the lights I could see it was Nate.

I got excited and distracted. Losing control I slid down the pole with my head hitting the stage with a thump. Delilah shouted, "Nathan you lil shit!" Both he and she ran to me, "Are you okay baby?" I was laughing hard as I said yes, rubbing my head.

Nate examined my noggin and found a little knot. He playfully kissed it better and said, "I'm sorry little guy." Both Delilah and I were struggling to catch our breath.

"Sweetie we will call that your audition. You are a natural baby. How much do you make working at that movie theater a week?"

I told her and she laughed. "I'll more than double it; you work for me four nights a week. I'll even pick you up from your home myself if I have to. What do you think?"

I replied, "I think Mr. Geonosis is going to have another 'irresponsible teenager' walk off the job. He has been real good to me. I really should give him and his wife two weeks."

At the mentioning of the owner's name, Both Delilah and Nate's heads spun towards Tim. The other cooler Tim spoke up, "I knew you looked familiar. I'm Tim Geonosis. You're right my dad is going to be pissed. I know both he and ma love you to death."

I knew the couple had a boy they called Timotheus who worked for the Kenosha Police Department. I didn't realize they had such a hottie for a boy. I apologized for not recognizing him.

"That's okay; it is the reason why my folks like you. You're the one who is normally flying one place or the other in that theater. Ms Delilah this kid busts his ass at work. My folks will tell you he has an excellent work ethic."

Ms Delilah spoke, "Timmy sweetie, could I ask a huge favor of you?" He nodded. "Could you pick up my newest dancer from her home tomorrow afternoon so she can explain the situation to your father in person? Then bring Trista here so we can go out for fittings on some real costumes."

I gave Tim my address sadly he knew where it was. "That fucking dump I didn't think anyone lived in there." My head dropped. Delilah smacked the back of his head and he replied, "I'm sorry."

Delilah looked at me and said, "In order for you to work on the stage, I'm going to have to get you into the union." I pulled the wallet from my pocket and presented my union card to her. I learned it's a rare thing to shock Delilah.

I told her I had been a member of Actors' Equity for years. I paid my dues by catalog modeling. I guess that was the only good thing about my condition, I could model kid's clothes pretty much forever.

She told me she would have union confirmation Monday. If my standing was good, I could practice then. She made copies of all of my ID cards and kissed my cheek.

It was three in the morning when we collected my bicycle and drove back to my cabin. Nate wished me a good night. I had been sweating like a pig I told him I was not looking forward to the cold shower.

"Is something wrong with the hot water heater buddy?"

I nodded my head and replied, "It broke, the landlord wants to 'trade services' to fix it. I guess he realizes I'm not the primary on the lease and he can throw me out at any time. So there is no sense responding to my maintenance requests."

I could tell Nate was pissed with Frank. He replied, "Let me take a look at it." He came into the cabin and fiddled with the water heater. It came to life!

"That's just a temporary fix little guy. Give it a few minutes to warm up then take your shower. It'll probably fail sometime during the night. I'll be out to fix it right tomorrow."

I threw my arms around him. He tilted my head back and kissed my lips. I was kissing the sexiest cop on the force. He was the one cop that all the girls at school were dreaming and creaming their panties for.

He suddenly pulled back, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." I told him it was okay. He disagreed, "You're a student, and I shouldn't have done that." He quickly gathered his things and went back to the truck, "See you tomorrow about eleven squirt."

My very first passionate kiss and he felt bad about doing it. My taste in men continued. I wanted what I couldn't have. I chained my bike to the porch.

I went back in took my shower. After using Delilah's shower I was not as happy with my own hard water shower. When I got out I went to the closet and put on mothers shear black nightgown. I went to sleep dreaming of what I wished happened with Nate.

I woke early, it was as if someone reached inside my brain and flipped a switch. I knew who and what I was for the first time in my life, and I was not ashamed of it. For weeks I had been walking in a cloud of depression, today the sun came out and I was fully alive!

I started looking at mom's things through the prism of would Trista wear or use them? The silky under things I kept. I ignored Zeke's stuff; I wasn't ready to handle that.

I went through momma's nice things, putting together an outfit for the day. I found a pair of black slacks, and a white silk blouse. I laid them out on the bed.

I found a pair of high heeled shoes that matched them. I practiced walking in them. I noticed how the four inch spike heels made my hips wiggle. I had learned how to walk and dance in heels for La Cage.

I saw the fuz on my body, it had to go. As I reached for the razor, I remembered listening to the swim team guys at school talk about having to shave. They described the bumps and cuts that happened.

I remembered seeing the bottle of depilatory cream under the sink. There were two kinds one for body the other for genital and tender places. I quickly decided this was going to be the better way to handle it.

In less than an hour my skin was baby smooth to the touch. Gone was the baby. A proper young lady was left.

Nate was right about the repair on the hot water heater it failed as I filled the tub. So I finished filling it by boiling water on the stove and dumping it in the tub. I bathed in mother's bubble bath. I read the bubble bath softened skin.

Once dry, I looked through mom's hair things and pulled my hair back in a severe professional style bun. I secured it with one of her hair baskets and pins. I put on my make-up for the day. There was only two bottles of her perfume I liked. I chose the milder scent for today. I dumped the rest.

I was grateful momma and 'The Dick' (my new name for Zeke) ran off on a motorcycle. It meant a lot of stuff was left behind. Of course if momma could leave behind her only child, it would figure she could walk away from her whole life. I told myself to stop that, Trista does not whine about her past.

In her, NO MY lingerie drawer I found a white lace panty, garter, stocking and bra set. We never really had a lot of money, but where she splurged was on her panties and clothes. Everything was soft and sexy. I used a couple of rolled up stockings to fill out the cups of the bra. Then put on the blouse and slacks.

Of course no outfit is complete until it's accessorized. Mother's jewelry box was another thing that couldn't fit on the bike. I knew she did have a nice collection of costume jewelry. When I opened the box I was shocked to find she left her good stuff behind.

Now I knew what she meant, she wanted me to sell her pretties. Jason liked giving her pretty things. There was a pink ruby necklace, earrings, bracelet, and ring set that I loved. I was now employed and I had my own money, I could keep them for myself.

I examined the whole ensemble. Holy crap I looked like my mother. When I turned sideways I realized; I actually may have looked better than her.

I walked out to the kitchen and powered up my notebook. I knew 'The Dick' had loaded a new browser on my computer. It was not hard to find.

I also found the idiot linked his passwords and his credit card information to his account. I examined his history looking at some of the sissy sites he was so interested in. I noticed he had a thing for 'boys' who looked like me. Mother was in for a big disappointment. Trista does not whine, but she can be spiteful.

I saw a menu tab labeled "Donna's Stuff." The prick was gonna call me Donna? The first section was a bookmark to "Donna's Vids and Pics.

I clicked the link to find video files and photos of me in various states of undress. I saw the files had been locked in the storage site and only a couple innocent semi nudes had been shared. I downloaded and deleted the online files. I was asked if I was sure, once done the files could not be recovered. I clicked okay.

I quickly scanned the video file 'princess1.' The video showed what happened to me including after I passed out. One of his friends came over and pierced my ears with some kind of gun.

"Oh this'll piss the little bitch off." I knew that voice; it was Brent he took off just after Zeke left. Frank was pissed; he still owed half a month's rent.

It also showed me draped over the shoulder of the sofa. It was a close-up of someone playing with butt plugs in my ass. The camera then showed a stranger's cock was being fed into my mouth.

He didn't have Zeke's scar on his tummy. I was grateful that they only violated my ass with the various plugs. I discovered that the cameraman was Zeke.

There was a voice; it was the man who was fucking my face. His accent had a sing-song cajun drawl to it. "Damn Zeke this lil bitch is great. This almost makes me forget the product your guy lost.

We will call this your interest payment. I'll give you a week to turn over the rest. If you don't, I'll have you on your knees, then in the ground, and I'll take your lil bitch as mine." He had a black widow and spider web tattoo on the thumb webbing of his hand as it stroked my cheek.

I realized Zeke had sold the use of my mouth. He traded access to me and I had no memory of it. I was angry; he would learn it is never good to make me angry. Somehow I was going to make him pay.

The next browser menu tab the second section was labeled "Donna's toys." I found links to the manufacturers of each of the special toys in the toy box. All had a link 'transfer to new owner.' I was given the option of share control or total control; I selected 'total control.' I transferred them to my email account and changed all of the passwords.

There was a final tab section on his browser labeled, "Donna's change." There was a bookmark to a site that sold "Sissy Supplies and Apparel." It was a one stop shop for feminization.

I learned something else about Trista; she can be a vengeful bitch. He had a set of cheap plastic d-cups in his shopping cart; they would have looked ridiculous on me. I also emptied the cheap play clothes and "jewelry" he selected for me.

I figured since he wanted to buy them I should adjust and finish his idea. I ordered two pairs of high end breast forms; the first pair was an a-cup, the second pair a b-cup, five hundred bucks for each pair. I also saw some pages with lingerie and clothes I liked. Not the nylon crap he had been choosing, these were silk, satin, and fine lace.

The next page had jewelry for the princess and the whore; he must have accidentally selected items from the whore category. Trista is not a cheap whore. Another page on the site had some fun looking lace and leather clothes. Then a link recommending footwear popped up. The last page was toys and playthings.

Knowing how generous 'The Dick' had been, he sprung for express shipping. The bill came out to just over ninety-six hundred dollars. When I saw the total I almost cancelled the order. Then I thought back to the videos and what had been done to me, how he whored me out. I knew it was wrong, but I was angry all over again, and I clicked submit.

Honestly, I was amazed that the order was processed at all. "The Dick" had been crying poor mouth the entire time he was fucking my mother. We paid for everything, his food, his booze. He had earned this painful lesson. I was the student who would teach the master.

There was a ding; his email account received a possible fraudulent activity alert. It was the prepaid credit card company asking about a recent expenditure and if it was authorized, I knew how much he wanted this change. I clicked yes for him. I had no doubt he would often reflect on the most expensive "cheap whore" he'd ever used.

I learned something else new about "The Dick." I scanned his emails it seems he was an amateur pharmaceutical distribution representative. My sudden loss of consciousness and memory, after that last salty sweet drink made sense to me now. I also learned he was sharing stories of my 'conversion' training with others. They gave him suggestions on his next steps.

I decided to collect some insurance. I downloaded his email files, including his contacts to a thumb drive. Then I deleted the record of the download, and wiped the archive. I looked around the cabin and found a few bits he left behind. Fortunately the only things in my toy box were things he planned on using for my transformation and training.

I opened my browser and sent a thank you email to 'The Dick.' I advised him not to complain too much about the cost. I may have 'implied' that he 'accidentally' recorded his grind and drunken oral sessions, on the young impressionable drunk minor boy under his custodial care, I asked if he knew it was a felony in this state.

The alcohol was a sentence multiplier. I reminded him child prostitution and human trafficking are federal charges. I also implied such files might just be in a cloud share file for my protection.

There was a second ding, this time in my browser. [Okay you little fucking whore those are the last 'gifts' y'all are receiving from me. Enjoy them you fucking slut, I'm changing my passwords. You're fucking whore of a momma ran off on me, I guess I'll see you soon.]

I replied, [Thank you daddy for my new breasts, and sexy things. They will make me so pretty. I wish you could see me in them.

Did you know, the police have been by twice asking for you? They took my computer for three whole days. Daddy, why are they watching the cabin from an unmarked car? Will you come soon?] I received no reply...

I emailed Delilah a copy of the stats on the breast forms I ordered. I asked if they were acceptable. She replied they were exquisite, but a little too pricey. I told her they were a gift from a patron of the arts, and would be arriving next day express Sunday or Monday.

There was a knock at the door it was Nate. He was wearing a black muscle shirt and skin tight Levi's. I asked him to come in. He looked me over from top to bottom and told me I looked very beautiful.

I flirted back, "Oh this old thing it's been in the family for ages."

"It looks great on you. I wanted to say I'm sorry for last night. If I embarrassed you at all when I kissed you, I am so sorry."

"Nate, I was not embarrassed when you kissed me. I was embarrassed when you stopped. I understand the fine line you're walking. I know as my SRO you cannot have a relationship with Tristan or Donny.

Here in my home I am not Donny. Here, and at work I am Trista. Oh I wish I could be Trista all the time. I like kissing you and I will confess I dreamt about you last night; it made my little parts leak."

"Trista I know about having two lives. It took my ex, leaving me to realize I wasn't straight. Hell, I'm not even bi, I liked guys." He reached out and grabbed hold of me pulling me close.

He rested his nose in my hair as if he smelled some exotic perfume. He continued, "In fact Trista I like guys like you; smart, soft, and gentle." He kissed the top of my head.

"That said, as long as you are a student under my care, there ARE boundaries of conduct I cannot cross. It would be wrong to make you wait for me until I can be more to you."

I gave him the items I collected that 'The Dick' left behind as well as the email and contact files. Nate said, "He was on everyone's radar. The local police chief knows you're an innocent party. I had a good talk with him this morning."

He pulled out his cell phone and called one of his friends on the Windy Harbor Police Department. The unmarked cruiser crept around Cabin Circle. When the drug dog emerged the neighbors started closing their doors and windows.

I was introduced to a big bear of a cop named Mark Thomas and his partner Zeus, a pretty chocolate lab. Zeus alerted on a few spots where I found or rested 'The Dick's' stash, and found a few baggies I had missed.

Mark was very interested in the content of one baggie filled with pills. The other with dope was easy even for me. It was the pills that got his attention.

They laughed as they counted out the little blue pills. The other pills tested positive for something called GHB. The two men stepped out of earshot.

Zeus rested his head in my lap and let me rub his ears. Mark came back in and sat next to me. He asked if I had experienced any sudden blackouts after drinking or eating something salty momma or Zeke gave me. I said yes and I told him about the coconut rum drinks.

He asked for a hair sample, which I agreed to. I told him one of the drinks spilt on my gloves and they had not been washed yet. He took possessions of the gloves and the rest of the princess costume. He asked if there had been any memory fragments or blackouts. That was the line, I begged him to stop.

Nate took me into the other room and I told him everything. I asked, no begged for him to let it die. There was no way a prosecutor would go forward with tainted evidence and no lab proof from my body. All of the camera angles showed me, not him. People were already talking about me. Why should I give them more?

"Trista, think about the next boy. I know this sucks, but you need to own this. You are not going to heal until you take the power back."

He went on longer but that was all I needed to hear. When I emerged I made my victim's statement. Zeus snuggled his head in my lap and Nate was holding my hand.

The rest of the materials I collected were handed over. He thanked me, "This is going to help us a lot." I also confessed to the morning's purchases.

He laughed, "From what it sounds like you simply completed his transaction. That is what is going in MY report. He controlled the situation completely."

Mark quickly saved the history from Zeke's browser. "We will do increased patrols around your cabin to make sure there's no backlash." The two men walked outside and the materials were secured in Mark's trunk. Zeus licked my hand then loaded himself back in the cruiser. Mark thanked me again and left.

Nathan went over to his truck box and grabbed his tools. He came back in and went to work on the water heater. I always admired guys who could do that, get their hands dirty and fix things.

Nate told me he also had a talk with my landlord on the way in. He told the landlord my mother had abandoned me and asked to see our lease. "You did see the boy 'is' on the lease right?"

He noted the rent was still paid through January. If he wished to file eviction procedures, it would take a minimum of thirty days, and he would have to return all unused funds.

Frank told him I was actually paid up through February. Nate said it was because of an accounting issue with the sale of mom's car. Frank also said with the fix to the water heater he was extending my rent to the end of March.

It only took him about fifteen minutes to replace the damaged part and repair the water heater. As he washed his hands Tim arrived. "Holy crap! Trista you look beautiful."

I blushed and he continued, "I told dad you needed to speak to him he has invited us to lunch. Mom said she was going to be there too. I'll wait for you in the car."

"Nate for what it's worth, I can be very discreet. I really do like you." He wrapped his now clean hands around my face and pulled my lips to his, no tongue.

He just sucked on my lip, while his hand slid down and grabbed hold of my bottom. I couldn't stop myself; I started grinding on his thigh. I could feel my cock go hard and stick further between my legs, it was leaking.

I smiled looking up at him, "You do know that's only the second time I've ever been kissed, like that, in my life. Stage kisses don't count. I didn't get excited kissing Zeke."

He patted my bottom telling me I needed to get in the car. He walked me out the door and I locked it behind me. He held the door to Tim's car open. "See you at school."

Tim was the first to speak, "Yeah Trista, mom and dad are going to be upset. Not so much that you're leaving, they knew that was going to happen eventually. I guess they were hoping that they could kind of steer you my way. My heart belongs to... let's just say another.

You know Trista, Nate has been interested in you for a while. By the way he has described you this last year. I could tell who it was when we met.

I'll bet you didn't know he saw you on stage in Milwaukee." Suddenly all of the miraculous saves where he simply appeared made sense. I had a stalker, a cute cop stalker.

As we pulled into the parking lot of his father's cinema, I was shaking my head. "I never thought anyone was interested in me. Look at me, I'm nothing.

I'd understand him being interested in you. God, you are a hunk. Nature played a cruel joke on me, what am I. I'm not even a real boy." Shit, I realized Donny made another appearance.

Tim rested his hand high inside of my thighs, "Sweetie you are far from nothing. You're beautiful. If people were honest, more would admit it.

Only two things are stopping me from chasing you. First I'm not going to upset Nate he and I have been friends forever. I'm dead serious he is sweet on you.

Second I'm not going to piss off Delilah. I know she's fond of you too. Last night was the first time I'd seen her work a pole in years. You connect with her and draw something younger out of her; I would like to see so much more often."

He felt the wetness in my crotch. "Nate get you a little excited pal?"

I blushed and nodded my head yes. Then replied, "Only when I breathe in and out." Smiling, he licked his fingers. Then he kissed me and took me in to the meeting with his father. On our way out to lunch, the manager glared at me as we passed him.

His parents took it well. I told them this is who I was and I wasn't going back. It might cause problems as I start growing into who I am.

They were pissed about their manager cutting my hours and threatening my job over my hair. They gave me a bonus for my trouble in my final payout and wished me well.

Mr. Geonosis hugged me, "Donny, we knew what you were when we hired you. Look at my son, I knew about him long before he dated his first boy. We don't need two weeks from you.

You are a good worker and will be hard to replace, but you need to live your life." Mrs. G kissed my cheek as she hugged me goodbye as well.

We arrived at Delilah's, Tim insisted on walking me in. "Trust me she'll be upset that you're showing up in drag. This way she knows you have an escort."

Delilah smiled, "Girl you are working it tuh-day. Here I was getting a good mad on after reading Timmy's text. I expected you coming in with some trampy stage get up on. This is wonderful baby."

Tim was completely dumbfounded. "Timmy dear, be a sweetheart and close your mouth. Our Trista is dressed like a proper lady for a day of shopping. This is not the attire of a drag queen. You look lovely dear, why didn't you tell me you could work a pair of heels?"

I replied, "I'm sorry ma'am, I am still relearning."

"Oh Gawd! I love dancers. What are those four or five inches?"

I answered, "Four inches, I'm not sure I can handle momma's tall heals yet, but I am trying." Her eyes open wide at the concept of taller heels.

She took my hand and told Tim he could go. She led me back into her office. "If you are going out as a lady, then we are both going out as ladies."

I noticed something, her pattern of speech changed as she changed clothing. She put together an outfit similar to mine. It was as if she was letting me have a peek behind her fourth wall.

I was surprised when her skirt came off and she switched panties. Now, I understand her stage name DeLong. "It's alright to look baby.

It doesn't bite, not all cross dressers are made the same. You should have seen Timmy as I drove into him the first time. The boy was shrieking begging for more."

"I thought Tim was the boy?"

She laughed, "Our Timmy is a versatile. That boy had a dream last night, about you and me pleasuring different ends of him. He told me it ended with him and me using you as the linking piece in an Eiffel Tower. I have to admit I like that one myself." She smiled caressing my cheek.

"Trista, it's not a boy girl thing. It's a top, bottom thing. If you like delivering, like Charles, Mike, and yes even your Nathan, you're a top.

If you like receiving you're a bottom, and sugar the world knows you are a bottom. If you like both, like Timmy and I, you are a versatile." I blushed and dropped my eyes to my shoes.

"Baby," She caressed my cheek again and pulled my head up. She pressed her naked flesh against me. Then she pulled me into a tender embrace. "No shame baby, I know you're new to all of this sugar. Let me guess you're still a virgin?"

I shared what Zeke had done to me she hugged me and continued, "You ARE still a virgin baby, toys don't count. You need to make your home a safe place to play again."

She sat me down and had me begin filling out employment paperwork while she continued to get ready for us to go out shopping. I told her how I got the breast forms, and 'The Dick's' reply. She replied, "Oh baby, don't let me ever get you angry." I nodded.

"Did you notice the special features on your breast forms?" I shook my head no. "Those little feet on the inside grab hold of your skin, they also mimic tactile contact. When someone squeezes the outside you feel it on the inside. Excellent choice, I had a set myself before I had the implants."

As we drove into town she gave me my schedule. "Mondays are rehearsal days; there is a one-hour break when the strippers arrive. Then all my little boys have to go home.

You will be performing Wednesday, Friday, and Saturdays. Sundays, Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays you can't come until you are eighteen; those are the days the strippers have the stage.

As a member of the cabaret troupe, I cover your union dues. As a performer, you can come and garnish before and after the show, and anytime once you are eighteen. You will find more guys will want to spend time with you. So you can expect your garnish money to go up as well. The upper lounge is off-limits until you hit twenty one.

I should also tell you the Union doesn't get a penny of your garnish money. Neither does the government because the garnish money doesn't exist. In addition stage performers do receive tips. The ones that go in your costume are yours, if it goes on the stage it goes into a kitty and all performers share it at the end of the night.

We pulled up to a boutique. "Now I'm going to have to give some correction to the girls. After seeing you dressed like this, I may have given them some bad guidance.

You do sophisticated very nicely." I thanked her for her compliment. I noticed several guys' heads turn as we walked by, that was so cool.

Delilah introduced me to the staff. I was quickly swept behind a screen and my clothing was removed. I was a little nervous standing in front of the ladies. "Sweetie the relationship between a dressmaker and their client is like a doctor and patient." Delilah reassured me.

I relaxed and the ladies did their work. I was measured from every angle there was. The ladies informed me that my breast cup size was between aaa and aa. They even measured my little clitty.

The fitting went on and Delilah and the lead seamstress started looking at patterns. I really wanted to see that part, but I knew Delilah would make me look good.

The girls were also interested when they took my neck measurement. "Madam I don't think he's going to need a choker either. He has no Adam's apple to speak of."

I looked at Delilah, "No ma'am let's get them. It would be good on stage to remove it at SOME point down the road yes? We have lesbians who visit the club. Why not let them into the fantasy. Keep the guests guessing, like Victor Victoria."

One of the girls said, "Ooh Ms 'D' he's good."

"Ms LaSalle is a trained thespian. She knows the craft of showmanship. My sistah from anotha mistah." Delilah spoke to the owner, "Jessica you do know that Trista is also a model."

Jessica replied, "With that figure, I have no doubt. I'll keep you in mind for the next product shoot. I usually use skinny girls, but you are pretty and have the figure. Do you have any problem being a girl in public?"

I looked at Delilah and chuckled. I saw D wasn't laughing, "Ma'am I once played Miss Rice in 'A Man of No Importance' and many female roles. I have also done catalog work where I modeled girls' clothes for a national retail store. I may be new to dressing like a girl in the world, but I'm not uncomfortable. In fact this is the most comfortable I've been in my life."

When she said excellent and asked for my phone number, I dropped my head a bit and replied, "I don't have one yet." I gave her one of my cards with my email address. "My agent dropped me when momma left."

Jessica smiled, "I'll pass the messages through Delilah until you do get a phone. It might be nice to have a model that doesn't check her messages every ten seconds." The ladies laughed.

When Delilah took me home I showed her some of the other play clothes that 'The Dick' had left me. She recommended a Viking funeral. We took the nylon things out to the burn pit soaked them in lighter fluid in set them ablaze.

While they melted and burned I asked her what Nathan meant when he said, "It would be wrong to make you wait for me..."

"Honey, he was telling you he has intentions of pursuing you once he can. He knows you have desires. He is giving you permission to play."

Back at the cabin we poked around the toy chest and I asked questions how the different toys should be used. I told her they hurt when I tried to put them in.

She laughed and said, "You're missing something important... lube baby, lube. I'll bring you over a bottle of some good stuff. I have to go open the club, I'll bring brunch and some things you may need tomorrow if you like."

I nodded yes like an idiot. "Good I get to be your first REAL play date, Timmy will be so jealous." She kissed my lips sucking softly on the lower one.

She went to my closet into momma's pretty things. She pulled out a calypso blue floral lace and dot mesh high neck babydoll and a matching silk panty. "Honey, can you wear this for me tomorrow?"

I replied, "Yes I will. Funny, momma never wore that. She saw me admiring it. She said it wasn't her color. I think she got it for me. I think she knew what I was." My eyes misted.

Delilah kissed me, "Sugar, a mother always knows. For the record everyone sees it but you."

Sunday

I woke with the dawn. I did my morning call of nature, and then showered, cleaning my bottom like 'The Dick' taught me. For the first time I didn't feel dirty doing it. In fact, it felt good.

I put on the panty and a liner. I did NOT want 'Mr Winky' to ruin the mood by leaking. I applied light makeup and did my hair in a loose Nordic braid. I added three strands of momma's snowflake glass beads into the weave. Then sprayed the air with my favorite scent and walked through the mist.

I put on a pair of six inch high heels. They had an acrylic spike heel and thin high roman acanthus leaf calf straps. Momma got them for me to practice for La Cage. She said they were the ultimate trainer, "If you can dance in these, you can dance in anything." I put on Ms Delilah's lingerie choice and waited.

I didn't have to wait long she arrived at nine. I shyly hid behind the door as it swung open. She scowled, "Is that any way for you to greet your sistah?"

I stepped out of the door's shadow and onto the stair hugging her. Paul Trotter one of the biggest bullies in school was out cutting his momma's grass. His mouth fell open as we turned to go in.

D poured a glass of champagne for herself and sparkling grape juice for me. She took a sip and I quickly stole a kiss sweeping a bit of the liquid from her mouth.

"Oh you sneaky girl... Now I am contributing to the delinquency of a minor." She caressed my cheek and pinched my butt, "I will forgive you baby... it was pretty hot!"

She had started plating food. We ate and joked. I told her about Trotter and the other bullies and some of the crap he and they pulled over the year.

"Sweetie it sounds like he's repressed. To paraphrase the bard, 'The laddie doth protest too much, methinks...' He sounds like the type. The guys who bitch about it, but in the end they like to roll over and give up their asses."

I began looking at the couple bags she set on the parlor table. It triggered her. She barked, "Honey, NEVER take your eyes off the person you are with. EVER!" I dropped my head.

"Trista, you trust me because we share a connection. Others will abuse that trust, and drug you carry you off and you would be theirs. I don't want you hurt again..." she locked her eyes on mine, "...like I was."

We finished our meal and cleaned up the dishes. Then we went into the parlor. There was a knock at the door. "Excuse me D. I will be right back."

With a new found boldness I opened the door to find Paul looking back at me. I greeted him with a warm smile but a cool tone, "Hello Paul, how can I help you."

"Ummm, Hi Donny? I noticed that your grass is uh, kinda long. I could cut it for ya."

I thanked him but told him I didn't have any cash. "NO, it is not like that. I wanna cut it for ya for free. I have been a jerk to ya. Let me say I am sorry, please."

"Okay Paul. You don't have to cut the grass. I forgive you. Please here at home Paul, call me Trista."

He smiled and told me, "Yes, Ma'am. You sure are pretty today. See you at school Trista... I am still gonna cut yer lawn ma'am."

I closed the door and turned around to see Delilah grinning back at me. "You do know I could have left you two alone and that boy could have taken your cherry."

"God no, I damn sure do not want a novice doing that." I closed the blinds in case Paul chose to peak in.

She kissed me and led me back to the sofa. "As you may have guessed, I come bearing gifts." She pulled a cell phone from one bag.

"I had a talk with the schmuck who called himself your agent. He said he was vacating your contract. I asked him to sign it over to me instead. Hi, I represent you now. For the record, your agent was robbing you blind."

The other bag she had a few kinds of lube and condoms, "The condoms are just in case Paul... or someone gets welcomed in. I think of all of my performers as my babies. I want my babies safe. The lubes work on both guests and toys."

She told me she wanted to teach me how to play with my toys safely. She also taught me about care and cleaning of the appliances.

I laughed when she called them appliances instead of toys. It made it sound like I was shoving a microwave up my ass. She started to talk me through how to clean my bottom. I told her I had done it.

"Honey I know you have a thing for Nate, but if you'd like I can SHOW you how to play and not hurt yourself. It will be just like on the pole honey, do what I do. This is just solo play, I won't touch you unless you want me to."

She introduced me to what would become one of my favorite butt plugs. It had a curved handle so it would blend in with the curve of my ass. "I saw it in your box yesterday I have the same model.

The reason I like this one sweetie, this is one you can wear out in the world. Unless someone is staring hard or touches it they won't know it's there. For right now we need to start off small with you baby."

She picked out the smallest of the butt plugs. I admitted that I tried it with some vegetable oil, it didn't really feel right. She showed me how to play with my fingers working lube into my ass, and then had me slather a good amount of lube on the plug. Once I was ready, she had me mimick her play, what she did to herself I did to myself.

She had me increasing the size of the plugs as we went along until I was ready for the curved one we both admired. I envied how she took hers so easily. I was nervous pressing it against my hole. She took my hand, "Would you like help from your older sister?" I nodded yes.

She re-lubed both my hole and the toy. Gently she twisted and pushed the toy into my ass. If she saw pain, she would pull out or let me rest.

I gasped as the bulb of the plug finally slipped beyond my anal ring and the two handled ends caressed either side of the stretching hole. My breathing became erratic. She rubbed her thumb around my lips, "Oh my baby is hitting her p-spot for the first time."

My tiny cock began seeping clear cum on my tummy. Delilah drug her finger through it putting some on my lip and sucking the rest of her finger clean. "Oh Nate is going to so love on you."

She held me until the tremors in my body subsided, "Was that your first orgasm baby."

I shook my head, "No, but I didn't feel dirty like I did when I was with Zeke. This was better... sweeter, gentler, and innocent. Thank you, Delilah." She kissed my forehead.

I tilted my head up and pressed my lips to hers. My mouth opened as I felt her tongue pressing softly against my lips. Her breasts rubbed against my buds.

I felt her cockcage grind between my legs. Our kiss broke and I gazed into her brown eyes. "Why did you put THAT on?"

She laughed, "That was my price of admission. My Timmy and I agreed to wear them if we were alone with you. You know to keep things from going too far. We gave control of our cocks to each other.

I really should clean my baby up." She helped me to my feet. We entered the tiny bath most of the room was taken up by the pitted Victorian ball and claw bathtub; it had a rain shower head and shower curtain ring suspended from the ceiling. "Oh, one of my favorites. Even in bad shape these are grand."

"Momma and I scrubbed it for days to get it this good." We got into the tub and adjusted the water temperature. Once I engaged the shower, we started kissing under the hot water. Then she started soaping me up, all over. I returned her attentions. She reached down and was washing my clitty.

She turned me around, washing her way down my back. She gently pushed apart my legs, and started washing behind my clit. She guided my left leg up on the edge of the tub.

She began washing my butt crack and my hole. She ran her fingers over my hole slowly, rubbing and washing. She used the hand sprayer to rinse me off. She gently licked my hole. I moaned aloud.

She began licking with her wide tongue, caressing my hungry hole. She stopped, asked me to bend over. I complied; she spread my cheeks and dove in. It was better than four back to back curtain calls.

She knew where every one of my nerve endings were back there. My clitty was flowing clear ejaculate. I must have looked like an obscene fountain. My legs tingled and buckled.

Delilah rolled me onto my back in the tub as she covered my body with hers. "Are you alright baby?" I nodded yes. She held me as I trembled. She licked away my slimy baby goo from my body.

We rinsed off and dried each other. Then we cuddled on the bed until we dosed off. When I woke there was a note on the pillow.

"Sorry T, I had to go open the club. You were so beautiful as you slept, I didn't want to wake you. I cleaned and put away your toys. Timmy wants to know if next time he can play with us too."

I put on a printed tee, and a pair of mom's skinny jeans. I tried her nine inch heeled thigh high boots. I was unsteady but I wanted to learn. It was kind of nice being almost a foot taller.

Brown Delivers

At four o'clock that evening the big brown truck showed up. The tall, muscled delivery guy quickly loaded the large boxes on to his hand truck and wheeled them towards the cabin door. I opened the door, let him in, and quickly signed for the packages. The delivery guy had a name tag saying Chad.

He apologized for the delay. He said his first truck broke down, and they had to swap out his load. "I didn't know they put your stuff in first on the new truck. You should have had this almost four hours ago. You're my last delivery of the day, I'm sorry it took so long."

Chad used a lot of double entendres. I could tell he was not subtle about flirting. "I get my club leathers from these guys. Hope you have a lot of fun. You're one of the most beautiful trannies I've seen in awhile."

I told him no apology was necessary I appreciated the speedy service. He helped me position the eight large boxes. Then the hunk grabbed his hand truck and loaded it on the back of his truck I heard the door shut and he tried to turn over the engine. There was a lot of grinding but no ignition.

He was talking on a cell phone. He pounded his dash four or five times he was pissed. I walked out and asked what was wrong. "Two trucks in the same fucking day. I cannot believe my fucking luck."

He regained his composure, "Sorry ma'am. It looks like I'm going to be blocking your view for about an hour until they can get the wrecker out here. Now that my last load has been delivered, they're not in a hurry to pick me up on the side of the road."

I smiled and told him, "I can think of worse things to have block my view then you." I asked, "Would you like to come into the cabin. It would be more comfortable than sitting in a freezing busted down truck."

We entered and he sat on the couch. I offered him something to drink he asked for water. "Thank you so much it's definitely better in here than out in that cold ass truck." More than anything I wanted to start busting into the boxes and examine my purchases, but there was something about Chad that got my juices flowing.

We engaged in mindless chit-chat. I showed him my stage photo album. He laughed at me getting Liesl, but said I made a very pretty and believable sixteen year old girl.

His hand softly brushed my thigh. I rested my head on his shoulder while we flipped through the remainder of the photos ending with La Cage and my playbills.

His hand caressed my left breast softly kneading it. "It feels so real, small but real."

"That's because they ARE both real and small. My falsies are in the packages you just delivered." He was amazed that they were not implants. I caressed his muscles through his brown uniform. It was as if every ridge was chiseled from granite or marble.

We started pulling each other's clothes off there were vibrations from his phone. Fuck I thought to myself. I removed my boots while he was on the phone and knelt in front of him.

He was receiving a one sided conversation. He hung up and smiled, "Looks like we got an hour and a half. Another truck broke down fully loaded. For the first time ever I don't mind waiting."

His shirt came off and he had a cute little tattoo of a teddy bear on his right hip near his pelvis. I kissed it he unbuckled is belt arched his hip, pulling both his pants and underwear off.

I marveled at it. I'd never seen an uncut cock before. "You can touch it Trista it won't break." His was not as thick as Zeke's, but it was longer.

I kissed the soft folds of his foreskin. I sucked and pulled them into my lips I ran my tongue around the surface. I stuck it in the gentle folds and felt his slit.

His cock had a muskier smell than Zeke's. I slid my hand down his cock pulling back his foreskin exposing the glands and sucked his helmet shaped head into my mouth.

He reached down and pulled the shirt off of my back. "Please Trista, I've never been with a guy like you. Can I drive?" I didn't quite know what he was asking I'd never heard of anyone turning down a blowjob.

He saw the confusion on my face as his hands swept under my armpits and lifted me to my feet. His lips sucked on one nipple and then the other. He began squeezing and kneading the tender flesh.

His right hand slid down for my breasts along my rib cage and tummy down to my waist. He opened my fly allowing my pants to drop to the floor. I felt shame about how little I had to offer him.

My hand covered my little clitty. He brushed my hand aside. He began sucking on my tiny member as his fingers explored the crack of my ass.

When the index finger of his right hand caressed my rose bud, I shuddered. I was leaking copious amounts of my sterile boy juice into his mouth. "God I want to fuck you." I took his hand to encourage him to the bedroom. "Are you sure?"

"None of my toys are as long as you are, I'm a little afraid." There is no greater compliment to a man then for a perspective partner to rave about his size. In Chad's case it was not an exaggeration.

He said, "Don't worry, I can make it easy and slow. You will be fine cutie." He grabbed the bottle of lube off of the end table.

He swept me off my feet literally and laid me out on the bed. He continued to kiss my breasts while his hands explored my body. He moved his strong index finger and circled around my hole slowly sliding it inside of me.

When he pulled out he looked at me and said, "You cleaned down there for me?" I told him I just finished playing with my toys. "Even better" he lifted my legs up against my chest and held them in place with just one arm, as his lips and tongue attacked my hole.

His technique was different than Delilah's he used teeth every so often. I was moaning in pleasure as he did it. I begged him to fuck me. He asked me to hold my legs wide for him.

"...the wider the better cutie pie." I looked in awe as he rolled the black ribbed condom down his shaft. I didn't think they made latex condoms that big.

I must have had a look of apprehension on my face because again he told me we could stop. I shook my head no. I wanted this, with every fiber of my being.

He inserted four fingers into my ass, two from each hand. It seemed like it took forever when he smiled looked at me and said "I think we're ready."

With that he rested a tip of what felt like a pole against my pink passage. He pushed in fractions of an inch at a time. My body was on fire as the head of his massive shaft finally snapped inside the anal ring.

I was amazed at his staying power, and his patience. If there was even a hint of discomfort on my face, he'd stop. He'd let me get used to the size before continuing on.

The pain actually subsided into kind of an itch, and then turned into an urge. I had all kinds of obscene thoughts and images flashing through my mind as he kissed me wrestling my tongue with his and slowly sank his meat further into my bottom.

At one point I actually hollered out an 'ouch' he stopped immediately. "It's ok Trista; just take a couple deep breaths. I will stay right here until you are ready, ok?" During this time of recovery, he returned to our passionate kisses. Our tongues massage one another's.

It surprised me what a good way it was to shift my focus off the discomfort. Chad managed to move a little further in. He pulled out just a little to apply some more lube to make the journey a little easier.

We fell into a pattern of lubing, cuddling, and deep breathing. He offered me a little brown vial to inhale. He said it would help me relax. I smiled and said, "No." I had been drugged enough for one life; I didn't want to feel anything chemical.

I was so horny I almost asked him to just fuck me and be damned by the pain. Then I remembered Mom's lessons, when she taught me how to walk in heels for La Cage, "Slow and steady dear." It has to be weird thinking about your mother while you're getting your ass fucked. To me it just made it complete.

He had a look of relief on his face, "Looks like we made it." Great now I have a Manilow tune stuck in my head. That has to be wrong during sex.

He looked down on me afraid to move trying to decide if I was in pain or rapture. "You look so beautiful. I never thought I would be happy that my truck would break down. This is the single best day on this job."

Not able to read my face, he asked, "Are you ready babe?" I was grinning like an idiot. I wanted to shout out, yes for the love of God please fuck me, Instead I just decided to nod yes.

I was surprised by the feeling of suction on the inner parts of my body as he pulled his cock out of me. I was overjoyed with his choice of rubber. The textured surface felt so good as it ran across my prostate.

For more than forty glorious minutes the stud pleasured my bottom. I was moaning and babbling so happy. I shot three large squirts over my tummy and chest. I heard "fuck," Chad grabbed my ass and moaned loud as he filled the condom.

He held me until the mood was shattered by the sound of honking outside. Damn, the repair truck arrived early. It was so cute watching his firm ass run out of my bedroom is he scrambled to put on his clothes. I threw on a bathrobe and waited by the door. Before he opened it he kissed me and thanked me for the best work day ever.

Monday is here... Back into my closet.

School was weird... The jocks who were tourists at the club broke into two camps; on one side, the leering looks and snide comments. Then there was the other side, the genuine smiles and nods.

There was a change in Paul Trotter, his was the biggest. He met me at the door to the coach's office and walked me out of the locker room keeping the other bullies away. He called me Trista in error once and stretched the 'a' to Tristaaaan.

He and I shared American Government second period. He walked me to class and moved his seat next to mine. When the teacher objected Paul lied saying I was tutoring him. Mr Standridge bought it, or he really didn't give a shit and let the matter drop.

After class I felt the need to let Paul know I appreciated the mow. "Paul, thank you again for cutting my grass, you didn't have to."

Paul whispered back, "Donny, I wanted to. I don't want Frank to get near you again. He said he was gonna cut your grass and take it out on your ass."

"I can handle Frank..." what he said hit me, "Wait, what did you mean 'again?'"

"Donny, when Brent left your cabin, I saw what Frank did when you was wearing that pink dress and gloves. Zeke saw me and even asked if I wanted my turn. Didn't it hurt when he was shoving those things in your butt?" I started crying...

"I was drugged Paul. I didn't know who did what. I remember none of it. Zeke put something called GHB in my drink."

The second bell rang and I ran away from him. Half way down the hall I ran into Nate, literally. He caught me as I bounced off him. "Hey pal what's up... You've been crying, what's wrong."

"The other man in the video was Frank. He was the one who was putting the toys in my ass." I went on to tell him what Paul told me.

Nate told me not to worry he would take care of it. He walked me to drama class (irony). He told my teacher he had needed me on a police matter.

The rest of the day went smoother. I went out to the bike rack only to discover Paul put my bike in his truck and offered to drive me to and from school. "Ummm Paul, my bike was locked."

"Trista, locked is such a subjective term." I don't know what shocked me more that he could pick a lock or that he used a three sylable word correctly in a sentence. It turned out he was on half days too.

Nate didn't like Paul's recreational drug habit. Okay yes, Paul was a stoner, but no more than most of the student body. Still I thought to myself, if I was gonna have a puppy following me around it might as well be a pitbull.

We talked on the way to the cabins. Turned out his daddy ran off because his mother self-medicates too much. He took the bike out of the back of his truck and wished me a good practice. His mother was already shrieking at him.

I was introduced to the rest of the troupe. I was better received after I busted my ass during rehearsal. Hard work proved I deserved to be there. I was surprised to find two friends also worked for Delilah.

The first was Dani (with an "I") our choreographer from La Cage. He shouted at me when I walked in, "Donny with a Y! How the fuck have you been and where did you end up?" I told him my name was Trista and we caught up on breaks.

The second I met as Delilah and I were leaving rehearsal. Chad almost ran me over; he was there in breakaway leathers. Seems a few months ago he made a delivery to Delilah and she recruited him for the all nude male review.

She was shocked I knew him, demanding to know how we met. "D, 'brown delivers!'" Her eyebrow arched, I continued, "His truck broke down, WOULD YOU SAY NO?" She smiled and ran me home.

When I got home Mrs Trotter was still yelling at poor Paul. On the way into school the next day, I saw the black eye and discovered he slept in his truck. I suggested next time walk across the court and knock on my door. My couch was more comfortable than his truck.

Two nights later he took me up on my offer. I was on a high my first night on stage. D would only let me garnish till ten on school nights. Charles drove me home on his break. I tried to give him twenty for gas; he wouldn't take it and drove off.

I found Paul on the side of my cabin out cold. His lip was split and his other eye was swollen. I took him in and put an ice pack on his eye, and ran a styptic pencil on his lip. I warmed up some left over Chinese for him while I made up the couch.

I quickly showered and got ready for bed putting on my blue lace teddy and matching robe. I looked in drawers on Zeke's side of the closet. I found some underwear and t-shirts that might fit Paul. I offered him the shower.

Paul took a look in that side of the closet and found an old leather jacket from one of my mom's older boyfriends. I really do have to clean that side out. He asked me if I wanted the jacket, I quickly threw it on. I was swimming in it. I told him take it and anything else over there that would fit.

He actually made a good haul. Then he put a few items back "I suppose I should save a couple items here just in case." I smiled and rubbed his back encouraging him into the shower, he reeked.

We settled in for the night. I was completely wiped, as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out. I was awakened about midnight. I heard the sound of soft crying (thin walls). I went out to the parlor and sat on the edge of the guest bed.

He put his hand on my thigh, "Damn your skin is soft. Trista, when Zeke offered for me to be 'next,' he wasn't talking about giving me your body. Zeke often traded me some primo dope for use of my ass. I liked it, both the dope and his cock.

He dropped me like a hot potato soon as he realized he had better access to you. He wanted me to rape you so that he could console you later. I couldn't do that to you. You're a good guy, too good for me. You are damned sure way too good for him.

Momma is hooked on booze and pills. She trades me to Frank if she really needs to score. I said no tonight."

The biggest bully humbled, and victimized. I felt sorry for him. I also felt grateful; he tried to protect me from Zeke and Frank. I leaned in and kissed his cheek whispering, "Thank you."

He grabbed my face and pulled me into a surprisingly sweet kiss. Our lips roamed over each others. He slowly gained the courage to stick his tongue in my mouth.

My tongue caressed the underside of his. I wanted him to feel empowered, and I was more than happy to be in the subservient position.

I lay down upon his chest and his hands extended around me. He was holding me tight, as if I was going to run away. Initially I thought to compliment him that he's a very good kisser. Then I remembered how many girlfriends he had. Not much difference between kissing a girl and kissing a boy.

"God Trista, you are such a good kisser!" I flushed dropping my head into his chest. He put his hand under my chin and raise it up, "Please Trista, don't hide your eyes from me. They are so beautiful, just like the rest of you." Finally someone who thought my weird ass eyes looked good.

I stood up and held my hand out guiding him to the master bedroom. Okay, I know it's the only bedroom. Once inside the door, I turned grabbing his shoulder blades and hugged him tight.

Again he raised my chin up and kissed my lips. His hand caressed my shoulders pushing one strap than the other off. The teddy slid to the ground and I stood before him wearing nothing but a satin panty.

He stepped back to examine and rubbed my breasts. Yes, I acknowledge that I have to call them breasts. What he, Nate, Tim, Chad, and most other REAL men had were sculpted chests.

I had two tiny little tits. He smiled leaning down kissing one and then the other. He pulled off his wife beater t-shirt.

Either due to the cool air or my excitement my nipples got very perky. He wrapped his lips around the first nipple, sucking and kissing on it. His other hand massaged the other tiny mound.

"Trista, you feel like the freshman girls I've dated." His hand slid down my body and into my panty. Paul's hand came to rest on my tiny clitty and began massaging it.

"...you feel better than those girls." I began moaning under his touch. He let up. "Are you okay?"

I caught my breath and nodded my head yes then asked, "Paul have you ever let someone suck your cock?"

Paul replied, "Once, I didn't like it, neither did she."

"I am no expert Paul, but did you ever think she just did it wrong? Or maybe she just sucked at giving head." He got a strange look then dropped his boxers to the ground.

As the boxers fell I dropped to my knees on the hard wood floors. With the aggressively dominant persona he showed, I expected him to be hung like a bull. What I discovered he had a cute circumcised firming four incher.

I smiled up at him and slowly wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. Slowly and steadily I slid my mouth down his rapidly firming shaft. He was growing rapidly developing into a nice six inches of pleasant mouth candy.

It was narrow enough to fit perfectly in my mouth. I took it all the way down to his balls. I felt his fuzzy tummy against my forehead and the head of his cock in the back of my mouth; I had very little gag issue.

While his body relaxed Paul started moaning, "Oh gawd yes, yess, yesss!" My mouth continued moving on his shaft. He was rock hard now and I sucked and then licked his shaft up and down and sideways. I kissed my way down his shaft.

I licked his furry nut sack. I gently sucked one nut then the other into my mouth. I gently rolled them around with my tongue. He moaned, "Ugh, oooh... that feels so good."

When I went back to sucking his cock Paul relaxed and put his hands behind my head and started moving his hips and feeding me his dick. I started teasing my former tormenter; I took him to the edge only to back off.

I loved tasting his pre-cum. I was one of those people who loved the taste of cum. Bitter or sweet it didn't matter as long as it was fresh from a man.

When I felt him tensing up as his cock and his cock head started to swell. I would back off and let him cool down but then decided I wanted his gift.

He took control of me and started really fucking my mouth. He started moaning. I felt his blast of cum in my mouth and then another and then a flood of cum as he shoved his cock in my mouth. I was gulping all of it down, Paul was holding my head and arching his hips driving his cock in all the way to his balls.

"Paul, will you sleep with me tonight?"

"Shit yeah Trista, I'd love to."

Paul picked me up and put me on my back on the bed. He slid in next to me. He pulled me close and I rested my head on his chest. There was a great deal of heat radiating from his crotch.

Inside of five minutes I could feel his cock getting hard again. "Trista, can I fuck you? I have never fucked a dude. You are so pretty, will you..."

I held my finger to his lips, "I want it too Paul." I reached over and pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer. I rolled it onto his leaking shaft. He lifted my legs, and placed a large pillow under my ass, and placed my legs on his shoulders.

I lubed up his rock hard sheathed cock, and then lubed my hole. He placed his cock head at the entrance to my ass. Paul said, "Trista, yours is my first ass. Do I fuck you like I fuck a girl's cunt?"

"Just go easy" I said. He slowly plunged his cock all the way in at the first thrust. It hurt like hell but was also wonderful. His face was that of a man filled with an animal lust. He drove in and out with speed, making grunting animal sounds. He began rubbing my aching clitty.

His attack didn't last long. I felt his head swell and pulse. He yelled, "OH, daaamn, I am cumming." He gave one more plunge into the depth of my ass and came filling the condom.

"Paul, please be here in the morning. I have never had a man stay the night."

He kissed me wrapping his arms around me. "I will, I will stay."

October first

I had almost completed my first month working at Delilah's Den. Paul, Chad, and I shared a threesome. The two of them clicked and Paul moved in with Chad when his momma got busted.

Paul still watched over me at school. After the incidents with Chad and Paul I felt both empowered, and yet just a little cheap. I realized I had to get my urges under control.

My only steady companion at the cabin became the contents of "The Dick's" toy box. I was becoming highly skilled at pleasuring my own hole. My sex drive was so powerful my clitty was constantly leaking. I discovered putting a thin pad in my panties 'like a real girl' helped keep cum from seeping through.

At school a few of the tourists who visited spread it around where I was working. A lot of the kids were calling me Trista in the hall. I didn't mind, after all it was who I was. The fact they could no longer get a rise out of me made them angry.

Heads turned in administration one morning, when I didn't wear my binding garment after gym. I thought public decency was not worthy of me losing my breath. For the sake of decency I did wear a loose shirt that day. I thought it was enough, I guess I thought wrong.

I was called to the Dean's office. He informed me if I did not put my compression garment on again, I would be suspended until such a time as I did. God I hate that bastard. You win some you lose some.

In the win column, I had made enough that I was able to purchase a little car. An older club guest made me a deal for his old car. It was just a ten year old Saturn Sky Red Line with faded green paint, but it was cute. Nate said it was in good running shape. He even found a hard top for it.

Delilah had stepped into the role of mother. Nate told her my grades were not what they should be in American Government. She made me study before I went on stage; she made me study when I was on breaks. Let's just say she made me study a lot.

I was starting to have issues with the fit of my costumes. On the upside mom's blouses and dresses started feeling better. Delilah recommended a diet.

My little trick with the removable choker went over big. The 'Is he or isn't she' bit was getting popular. Unfortunately one of the crowd took it a little too far.

It was a rowdy Friday crowd. Pat cornered me as I came off the stage. In her defense, she was a little drunk.

"I've been watching you for weeks. There ain't any fucking way that you are a fucking guy." With that her hand flew down between my legs and lifted up hard. Her fingers pinched my little clitty until I practically saw stars.

Tears streamed from my eyes, and I collapsed into her. She began to beg my forgiveness for hurting me. Then she whispered in my ear "I'll never tell anyone." She pulled me close to keep the illusion and confusion going.

Nate rushed to my side. I had seen him angry; I had never seen him panicked. "Pat, you fucking cunt! She's hurt!"

He picked me up and carried me into the office. The garnishes swept in quickly gathering the bills that fell from my outfit for me. Pat was escorted out the door for the night.

Delilah entered the office immediately after him, and began barking orders. "Put her down on the couch. Go get clean towels and ice!" One of the other coolers realized Nate was not going to leave my side and dashed to fulfill her command.

The privacy screen was arranged so that when the door opened I could not be seen. Delilah pulled my white panties and skirt down. Then I saw the blood on the fabric, and discovered the delicate skin on my clitty had been torn by Pat's drunken rough play.

Both Tim and Nate said, "Ouch!" in unison.

Delilah put some numbing antiseptic cream on it. She said I should apply it when it hurt. I was grateful the bleeding stopped finally. "Sweetie you are off the clock, with pay for the next three days no arguments.

You are down to garnish duties until the doctor says you can perform again. She was drunk. We should never have allowed her to get that close to you." She was glaring at the three coolers in the room.

"Delilah, this was MY fault I should have stopped flirting. I knew something was off, and I should have grabbed one of the coolers, I'm so sorry. Please don't fire me, I was stupid. I can't lose this job, I love it here."

"Sweet baby... Trista, there is no way I would fire my sweet sistah from anotha mistah. You remind me too much of myself when I was your age."

Delilah continued barking orders, "Nate take his keys. You drive Donny home and I'll give you a ride back. You sweetie, I will pick up tomorrow early and we will go to see my doctor."

Now I knew she was worried. Delilah never broke the fourth wall. If we were in drag we were girls.

They bundled me up and carried me out to the car out the back way. It was unusual sitting in my passenger seat.

Nate put the car into gear and we were off like a shot. We were halfway home when I realized all my shit was back at the club. When I mentioned it he told me don't worry he would bring it home to me tonight.

My dream guy and Delilah helped me get ready for bed. When they saw me naked, both were concerned as they counted my ribs. Only parts of me were getting fatter.

True to his word, when his shift, ended I heard his big truck pulling into the cabin's driveway. He climbed into bed with me, and held me all night.

The doctor pulled dozens of labs because of my vocation. Why do people associate dancers with prostitution? She gave me a week of no exercise.

I presented my notes to my gym teachers. I still had to dress out for class in order to get credit. I didn't mind the last thing a boy with boobs wants to do is to put on a speedo and get in the water.

On the seventh I turned eighteen. While there was a party planned, there was no celebration. Instead of going out with Nate, I collapsed at school.

I was rushed back to the doctor. As a result of two of those tests the doctor ran, she did a very long ultrasound of my abdomen followed by an ambulance ride to the hospital.

The news was not what I expected, and I cried a lot. I had new words added to my vocabulary. Hard decisions had to be made quickly. I wanted my mother so badly.

Nate used every favor he had to try to locate her and was unable. Both she and Zeke vanished, I heard him talking in the hallway saying it was as if they fell off the Earth. I had Nate and Delilah by my side throughout. My down time was extended because of the exams and hospitalization.

Both the doctor and the hospital wrote off the bill. It seemed my condition was a rare and ideal teaching event. What that meant was I had every doctor in training parading through my room.

They learned to treat a condition that they would never see again in their career. Considering where I work, it is odd this is the first time I've ever really felt like a piece of meat.

What can I say Tristan (my birth self) is still screwing me over. He is one in a million, lucky fucking me. However Trista (my show self) put her big girl panties back on. Delilah and I figured out a way the issue could be incorporated into the show.

Pat and her partner Sylvia were also regulars at my bedside. Sylvia even sewed together some frilly nightgowns with matching bed jackets for me. Pat said she was doing something to my car to try to make up for what she did. I tried to explain to her what she did probably saved my life in the long run.

Nate moved in to care for me when I was released on the twenty-fourth. He brought pizza to celebrate. I was of age, what happened in my bedroom was no-one else's business.

I know it is naive to think that. Nate had a bad day at work, but wouldn't share. He told me I needed to focus on just getting better. I hated him shutting me down like that.

I wore snug red silk pajamas to bed. Nate was wearing a black t-shirt, and I could tell he was freeballin under his running shorts. I was not sure if it was eighteen years of boiling over lust or the pain pills but I finally pushed the issue.

I planted my hand on his thigh and with a pout on my face I asked, "Nate, may I please see it?" He looked at me as if weighing things in his head.

He sweetly smiled at me and pulled his shorts down exposing a beautiful thick nine inch circumcised semi-hard rod of meat. I was frozen for a moment, his voice thawed my brain, "Do you want to touch it baby?"

I reached out, my index finger touched it. I slid my fingertip along the tender flesh from the base of his shaft to its tip. I gently wrapped my hand around it, and stroked it slowly. It got so very hot as his blood filled and swelled his member.

I shivered with anticipation. I sat there staring at it as it swelled in my hand. I looked up to find him sitting back with his hands behind his head. He was giving me complete control of my exploration of his body. I was going as far as he would let me.

My right hand caressed his balls, rubbing one of the large orbs then the other. I leaned forward and licked the skin of his shaft. I slathered it with my tongue from base to tip.

The skin became slick as my lips slid up and down his shaft just in front of my fist as it pumped his cock. His breathing grew erratic; my own heart beat thundered in my ears. He gently pushed me back. I asked "I'm sorry, what did I do wrong?"

Nate said, "No babe, just let up a little bit. I want you and I to enjoy this longer."

As I stroked, his cock fully hardened in my hand; I could almost count the beating of his heart watching the veins on the now angry looking appendage. I looked in awe at his cock's swollen head; a drop of white thick cream emerged from the tip. I licked it off. I licked my lips wanting more.

I felt his hand slowly sweeping my hair aside, so he could see as well as feel my efforts. I pressed my lips to the tip of his cock. Now wet with more of his tasty fluid.

His head seamed impossibly huge as my lips stretched to receive it. I could feel the corners of my mouth pinching as my jaws stretched to accommodate him. His flavor exploded in my mouth as his pre-cum leaked directly onto my taste buds. It had a sweet musky salty flavor. I wanted more.

His cock was fatter and longer than any of my toys. It filled my mouth and there was still more of it. I slid back hoping to get a chance to breathe.

I began slowly pushing my head back and forth, desperately trying to get more of it down inside of me. Each time it hit the back of my throat I would begin to gag and choke. His hips rolled into me urging me onward. He knew I wanted more, I wanted to please him fully. I couldn't get around the gagging.

I so wanted to please him. I also didn't want to throw up in his lap; I kind of figured that would be a mood killer. He told me to wrap my hand around his shaft and stroke it while I sucked the end.

As I did his thrusting became gentle. His cock was slick as it passed through my hand. His plum like head was buried in my mouth, and I sucked on it for all that I was worth.

I felt his cock twitch; it was a weird quiver in my hand. His hands gripped the back of my head and he thrust deep in my mouth and fed his seed to me. It was like an unceasing river I know most of it was my own saliva.

In health class they say the human male only comes a tablespoon or so, but to me it seemed like he came forever. Three or four long pulses of cum shot to the back of my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could even so, I could feel fluid leaking from the corner of my mouth. I would not release his shaft until I got every single drop of his cum.

Once his cock softened, I freed it from my mouth. He reached down and wiped the little bit that spilled from the corner of my lips back into my mouth. He pulled me up the length of his body and kissed me passionately on the lips for a very long time. I fell asleep in his arms It was my first good night sleep in a week. I knew I was safe and loved.

I spent the next two days in bed with him exploring every square inch of his body and he got to examine mine. He told me he wasn't going to do anything more than oral with me until my body fully recovered. Sunday afternoon we got a call from Pat and Sylvia, they were returning my car.

They arrived at three, I wanted to see my car so badly that Nate actually had to pin me against the bedroom door to keep me from going outside. The girls stretched a tarp in front of the car for a formal reveal. Nate covered my eyes as he led me outside. I saw the tarp being held up between two poles.

With that they dropped the poles. Pat said it was a new product called chromaflair and the client demanded the sample as a proof of concept before having two of his show cars painted. My car was beautiful no faded green paint anymore.

The color shifted depending on the light and the angle it was viewed from. It looked like it shifted from blue, to magenta, to light pink. The color shift immediately made me cry.

Pat was panicked as I buried my head into Nate's chest. "It's perfect Patty-cake, it's just perfect." I muttered. Once I regained composure Sylvia showed off the interior it was redone in black and cotton candy pink leather.

Nate joked asking, how could he ever drive the vehicle. "You won't it's mine. If I am generous, I may let you ride in it." Patty took me around to the trunk she had intricate scrollwork pin striping spelling out the words 'Trista's Toy.'

I asked how much I owed the ladies. They replied not a thing the painting was courtesy of their client. They tried to tell me the seats were left over fabrics I couldn't imagine hot pink leather being left over.

The ladies did not come over just with the car, but with a chicken dinner. It was our first couple's meal at the cabin. After dinner we played a game of cards and the ladies went home. Nate sat me down on the sofa and he sat on the foot locker looking at me, trying to figure out how to tell me something unpleasant.

"Aside from the obvious, I haven't been so much fun this weekend. I guess you can tell I've been holding something back. I've been suspended from the force.

You're going to hear about it tomorrow when you go to school. One of your classmates accused me of having sex with them. I'm under an internal affairs investigation. You have my word I didn't." I put my hand on his knee to stop him.

"I know you didn't, I know you couldn't. You don't have to say anything more. Nate, I'm very tired can you take me to bed?"

He stood up and held out his hand pulling me to my feet. We fell asleep holding one another both needing our strength for the morning. We decided with the investigation we should stay apart until it was concluded.

Over the next week, I was subjected to hushed whispers in the hall. It was in fifth period gym, I finally heard who accused him and when the incident was supposed to have happened. Clara Haskell told her father she had sex with Nate in his office on campus on the tenth.

I knew it was a lie, and could prove it. I immediately made two phone calls after my last gym class. When I had my proof, I went to the superintendent's office to set the record straight.

"Clara Haskell is a fucking liar ma'am."

She rebuked me, "Young man, language!"

"Yes ma'am! I will use language; I will use some very colorful language as I post the security video showing Officer Taylor was at the hospital by my bedside during the alleged attack on Clara Haskell. How dare you condemn him without any REAL proof?

You assume she is telling the truth because she is a preacher's kid? His word is gospel just because his is the biggest church in town. Neither of those covers the FACT that she is lying. This dies today."

She attempted to blame the police department for investigating. I corrected her and said, "On whose request ma'am? You may wish to advise the police department, and the school board, there is exculpatory evidence out there and it's about to be seen by the general public. I have already sent a copy of the video to channel seven.

I recommend you folks get YOUR story straight; the mobile van is on the way from Chicago. They are running the story live at five." There was a genuine look of panic on Dr Goodwin's face.

I continued, "That man, is the only reason why the god-fearing children of this school haven't kicked my ass everyday for the last year. You might want to inform the school board you were wrong; and now both they, and you, are liable." I turned and left her office.

I was so angry I was shaking when I arrived at Delilah's Den. I went into the office curled up in a fetal position on the sofa and began crying. D called Nate... I was terrified he would hate me for getting involved.

He held my chin, "That would explain why the chief wants to see me tomorrow. I would have preferred you came to me about the video before releasing it. I didn't even think of the hospital cameras. Still hon, the truth is never wrong, if you are in the right."

Delilah had a full mad on, two of HER family were under attack. She made a couple more phone calls to a few of our regular guests. Delilah introduced me to a trusted lawyer Oscar Masterson.

I explained MY situation and what I wanted to happen within thirty days. He said it could be done, and shouldn't be an issue my documentation was more than sufficient. I learned a new phrase that I liked, pro bono.

While Oscar and I chatted, Delilah introduced Nate to another lawyer. Apparently, he was a pit-bull when it comes to civil lawsuits. At five we sat in Delilah's office and watched the channel seven news as the reporter skewered both the school board and the Zino Police Department.

The superintendent actually went on camera saying, "The video proves nothing."

The reporter replied, "The hospital has confirmed the timeline of the video with us. Isn't it difficult to have sex with someone that is thirty miles away from his school office? Exactly how well endowed do you believe Officer Taylor is?"

The investigation by the force was ended the next day. Pastor Haskell dropped all charges and allegations. He pulled Claire out of school and put her in private school.

I was a pariah socially, fortunately that was nothing new. Unfortunately Clara had a lot of friends who hated me even more at this point.

Nate was told he was no longer wanted by the school as the resource officer. The chief of police, also a member of Haskell's Church, encouraged Nate to resign. "You serve at my pleasure, and buddy I am not pleased.

If you choose to stay I guarantee you that you will get every piece of crap car I can find and every crap shift I can possibly throw at you." The 'godly' people of Zino struck again.

Nate was offered a job in Windy Harbor on their police department. Cross training was done in a week. He told me he wanted to move in with me until we could find a place together.

The owner of the cabins fired Frank. He was apparently dealing meth from his cabin. The new manager returned my rent, apparently having a police car in front of one of the cabins lowered the crime rate.

The three weeks of downtime was very boring. I missed dancing and entertaining the guests. Don't get me wrong, I made killer money at the club as a garnish, but I missed the stage.

Delilah did let up and let me sing a few times so long as I was sitting on a stool or on the stage. It was nice being old enough to visit the club every day of the week. I have to admit I did enjoy watching the beefy eye candy dance on stage.

November 14th:

The doctor released me from my dance restrictions. There were changes to my body that I was still getting used to.

I actually got a verbal warning from a police officer for speeding trying to get to rehearsal on time. Personally I think the cop just wanted to know where I got the car painted. I gave him Pat's information and he was happy.

I presented my note to Delilah who gave me a hug and my dance togs. The practice was brutal, but it was nice learning new tricks.

We decided that there would be a coming-out party on the twenty-eighth. The "Is he or isn't she" routine was going to die. Delilah told me she wanted to keep me off the stage until the big show night.

So I would spend the afternoons practicing the new routines with her. I told her I would not be available on the twenty-seventh, it seemed Nate's folks wanted to meet me for Thanksgiving.

When I got home Nate was there in his new dress uniform with roses. He asked to be my escort to the winter prom. Of course I said yes and leapt into his arms.

The 26th, I had court in the morning. With a stroke of a judge's pen my world changed. Nate and I ran around dotting bureaucratic I's and crossing legal T's.

Now begins the shit storm. I had sent legal couriers to each member of the school board informing them of the changes that had happened, and how the school must accommodate me. Monday will be an interesting day.

Thanksgiving with his folks was a delight. Except for the times his momma called me a torch singer. Every time she did Nate would grab my knee and squeeze hard.

I was helping his mother clean up in the kitchen afterwards. She said, "I didn't want to like you, I really didn't. You are such a sweet thing, his eyes light up every time he looks at you.

My boy is a good boy, and we raised him to recognize quality. He sees it in you, and that's enough. Still, don't you want to have children someday?"

"Ma'am, I want children more than words can say. I can't have children ever. The clinical term for what I am is a freak, the 'one of.'

God, nature, fate made me this way." I desperately thought of a way to explain it to her and the only thing that came to mind was a question.

I knew there was only one place I would feel comfortable answering her questions. Have you ever been out to a cabaret?" She shook her head no. "Come out to Delilah's tomorrow and you'll see why he thinks I'm special."

There was a deep bass voice from behind us, "We will be there tomorrow Trista. For the record I don't think you're a freak. You may be one of a kind, but aren't we all. Thanks to you, I got to know my son a little better just now. I'm not going to take that surprise away from my wife."

I was in the office getting ready, applying my make-up and my layered costume. We had done the safety checks for the aerial equipment. I was terrified because in addition to speaking about my least favorite subject... me, I would also be singing, then lip syncing while I danced, and choreographed group dance numbers.

I found myself grateful that Delilah required a dress rehearsal yesterday morning, IT SUCKED. We had the proverbial bad dress rehearsal so I was looking forward to a good performance.

On cue Delilah came into the office. "Hey sweetie! Should I tell you how packed the house is, or do you want to be surprised when you come out on stage?"

She offered me her snifter of liquid courage. I shook my head no. I was going to need to be clear headed for the aerials. "Good choice, more for me." She slammed it back. The fact that she was very nervous did nothing to calm my fears.

"Packed?" I stuttered.

"Standing room only baby the fire marshal just shut down the door." Now I wish I'd taken her offer of liquid courage. Nate came in giving me a dozen red roses, and planted a deep kiss on me. Delilah chastised him, "Don't you go smudging her lips."

I mockingly replied back at her, "You relax your way bitch, I'll relax mine." All three of us laughed. "Did your folks make it?"

"Front row center, with the critics, and my boss. Please baby, don't suck."

Delilah downed another blast from her snifter of liquid courage. "Amen baby! Amen!"

Delilah and I had costumes that were negative images of each other. My first costume was black with white trim. Her's was the reverse. It looked like a full formal sequined evening gown with a concealed slit clean up to the hip.

D went out on the stage to do the introduction. "It's the last weekend of the month and you know what that means. Welcome to Cabaret night at Delilah's Den. I am your hostess Delilah DeLong.

I have simple rules and many of you have heard them. Leave your troubles at the door. Leave the world out there too. This is a place of fantasy, freedom, and a place of fun.

I'm going to break that rule tonight. One of my featured performers was recently injured coming off the stage.

That injury led to some painful truths for my dancer, singer, and friend. I'm not going to tell you her story, cuz that's not my place. Tonight we lower the fourth wall briefly, Love her, and listen to the lovely Ms Trista."

The curtains parted and the intense spotlight shone brightly on me. I strode center stage forward. There were cat calls, cheers and whistles from the regulars.

"Hello everyone it's good to be back. I've missed my home here on the stage. It's hard to believe it's been a month. For months now we've been teasing you with 'Is he or isn't she.'

The doctors found something during my examination. What we learned is, neither they nor I knew me as well as we thought. My whole life I have felt trapped in this flesh, thinking that I was somehow a mistake.

During the crisis I found out the rest of the story. I thank the lovely Lady Delilah, and my sweetheart Nate for helping me get through this.

As to the question 'Is he or isn't she.' What happens when the answer is neither and yet both? I was born bi-gendered the legal term is intersexed. I had two testicles that formed. They were reabsorbed because my body also had malformed girl parts that were trying to drive my development.

The tourists who come visit us on the weekend, just to mock us during the week, and those people who formed Zino. You know, the folks who worship in that upside down boat in the middle of Dowie Drive.

They like to say that God does not make mistakes. It might surprise you, I agree with them. What happens if you're born as a boy and a girl and yet neither completely?

It turned out an aggressive steroid treatment triggered my sleepy damaged girl parts to wake up. It turned out while nature took back my testes, she left an ovary behind. That little girl became hyperactive.

Not only did she throw an egg, (girls for the record, ouch) she triggered the release of all sorts of hormones. I am now a bit more than an a-cup and you are seeing me as I am, there is no padding here tonight.

I've decided to take it as a wonderful gift to create my own identity out of the pieces that I have. Two days ago the state officially recognized my condition and changed my birth certificate. My birth gender is now intersexed. I do identify myself as a young woman.

Along with the correction to my gender is a change to my name. Tristan D Rivalen no longer exists. Reborn in his place is Trista Belle LaSalle. I will tell you she is terrified because Monday, I have to go to school and deal with these changes.

Donny will always be part of me, and so what do I do? How do I identify myself? Am I gay? Am I straight? Am I a recovered lesbian? Yes, I did like girls Pat. So with apologies to the great Harvey Fierstein and Jerry Hermann we're going to answer those questions.

What happens if you have to create your own identity from scratch? How do I describe myself?"

[I sing,] "I am what I am, I am my own special creation" [Gesture to the tourists and trolls to approach] "...So come take a look," [tease a little leg, then sweep arm to my people] "...Give me the hook or the ovation." [Glide the leg and show the rest of it] "It's my world that I want to take a little pride in, My world and it's not a place I have to hide in. Life's not worth a damn, Till you can say, "Hey world, I am what I am!"

Return to monologue, "I guess you can figure out from that tease what we are going to be performing tonight. The beautiful and talented Ms Delilah allowed me to pick the show this month for my coming out party. I thought about doing a bawdy torch song review of Diana Ross songs including love child, that isn't me. There are so many stage productions that I have enjoyed over the years.

But none describes my situation better then the message from La Cage Aux Folles. I now know what I am. So with your kind permission we will now re-raise the fourth wall, some of us will go do a costume change and our performance will begin. The house lights dimmed, the players began a string introduction. Delilah and I changed into our first act costumes.

Two hours later the performance was done, the applause was thunderous. I thought the walls would rattle down. We did a group bow and the curtain closed. Two of the garnishes who were acting as stagehands swept out to Delilah and my side and help to dry us and put us back into our original gowns. The rest of the chorus and cast went off stage left and right to join the crowd.

The curtain opened again with the spotlight on Delilah and I again we curtsied, and we kissed each other's cheeks. I was completely spent Tim and Nate were standing at the bottom of the stairs for us. We synchronously extended our hands daintily so they could guide us to the floor.

D and I had to make the hostess rounds around the room. There was a lot of love, and a lot of hugging. As expected some of the sailors and marines from Great Lakes got a little too grabby, but the coolers settled them down.

A tourist approached I recognized him as the captain of the football team, "Donny... er, Trista if anyone gives you any trouble Monday grab me. Are you going to the winter prom?" I told him I was and I had a date. As I recall so did he.

We arrived at the table with our family and the critics I looked at Nate and ask, "So Nate, did we suck?"

His father elbowed his ribs. "You most certainly did not, you were outstanding." After rubbing his ribs Nate agreed. Nate's mom Margo said it was the most amazing performance she had ever seen. I told her she needed to get out more.

The critic from either the Sun or the Trib told me I was remarkable and said I should be on Broadway. I told him, "Maybe someday, but my patron," I gestured to Delilah, "said I need an education first."

I told him I was graduating from high school next month. I hope that in the spring or summer, I would be starting at DeWinter University School of the Arts in Milwaukee.

The Journal Sentinel critic said, "Milwaukee! Now I recognize you. I was told to review the Playhouse's rendition of La Cage last spring. The first production I was able to see was a matinee performed by the understudies. It was good for the B team.

Imagine my surprise when I went two weeks later and saw a familiar face reprising the role of Hanna. A lot of people dismissed you because of your age. I didn't see you as a child on the stage. You carried the part, just like you did as Anne tonight."

I hardly noticed is the cabaret change shape around us. People who had tickets for the show only, were encouraged to move on. Tables were removed from the dance floor and it was cleaned quickly and quietly. The nightclub prepared to open.

We stayed for about an hour more and then Delilah told Nate to take me home and get me fed. Delilah kissed my cheek and whispered, "I expect a full night's work out of you tomorrow night Ms LaSalle."

Nate's parents looked at me, "You haven't had supper?"

I laughed and replied, "The performers don't eat while the guests are eating."

The rest of the weekend past without incident. Monday morning arrived. The president of the school board was there on my arrival.

He said, "Please reconsider getting your GED. You are a disruptive influence at the school. We don't need our kids exposed to your deviant behavior."

Ms Myers walked in with my attorney. Oscar belted out, "Did I just hear that correctly? I only caught the last part of your comment. You are personally seeking to withhold a public school education based on my client's gender, or HER sexual orientation?"

"Who are you?" The school board's lawyer asked.

"Well if you're the board's attorney, I'm your opposition. Ms LaSalle's lawyer." He presented his card.

He opened his briefcase and popped out a folder presenting it to the attorney. "This is Judge Mather's order reminding the board and staff to obey the laws of the state governing this child's education. Any attempt to bar her from school will be viewed as a contempt of court, and an actionable civil rights violation.

As I understand the rules of the school board, the adult responsible for the students' education is allowed to bring counsel on to school grounds when necessary. Clearly this is one of those cases. Ms LaSalle is her own guardian under the eyes of both state and federal law."

I addressed the 'adults' in the room, "Allow me to make a compromise. Both of my gym classes are swimming for the rest of the semester. I recognized the students may not be ready for a girl like me. That being said I will dress out in the school provided one piece female swimwear. Furthermore, I will use the public family changing room as my locker room."

The superintendent was about to open her mouth when my attorney simply tapped the folder. "You should be reminded my client is under no obligation to make any compromise.

She simply wishes to finish the semester and her school year. So if you would rather, my client is willing to go into the girls' locker room with the rest of the class. How far do you wish to push? Considering there is less than thirty days left in the semester, and my client's career as a student."

My attorney and I were asked to step into the hall while they deliberated their position. After about ten minutes we were called back into the office. We accept your generous compromise.

We do ask for one other item. I was told that changing room was going to be my bathroom as well. I was forbidden from going into either the boys or the girls' bathrooms.

My attorney was about to object I overruled him and accepted. I was learning there are times when you have to pick your battles. I told them I accepted on the proviso that my tickets to the winter prom would be honored.

They agreed so long as I obeyed the school's dating policies. I told them I had a gender appropriate date based on my legal gender. The superintendent balked but the school's attorney, and the board president overruled her.

Miss Myers presented me with a new class roster. Both the first and fifth period gym classes were going to be under the female coach Mrs Jansen, I liked her she was a club regular. "Here's your tardy slip and I do believe Miss LaSalle you are late for your first period class." She gave me a warm hug and sent me on my way.

Mrs Jansen met me in the lobby of the pool facility with my one piece. "Your new class is waiting for you out on the deck, hurry up." I wasn't used to taking the public entrance into the pool.

When I emerged from the door, the boys were lined up on one side of the deck and the girls the other. With the exception of a handful I was accepted warmly. For forty-five minutes I was swimming laps non-stop. The rest of the day was uneventful.

The next day I was called to the dean's office. I was accused of disrupting the gym class by wearing falsies under my swimsuit. I was directed to prove I was not, or get sent home.

I explained, "I was forced, by YOU, to continue chest binding to hide my breasts as a boy. Now as a girl my boobs are STILL an issue?" I had the dean put the demand in writing.

The school nurse took me to her office and confirmed it was all me. When I pulled down the suit, I picked up my phone and called my attorney. He brought the media out in force. The press conference named names of administrators who were involved in a campaign of harassment.

The national media picked up the story. They did a very nice bio package. National attention is kind of a good news/bad news thing. The good news is people who want to find you can. Unfortunately that is also the bad news.

Winter Prom

There is a recurring song in Yentl that goes; "There are moments you remember all your life. There are moments you wait for and dream of, all of your life. This is one of those moments."

It's about those moments in life where things just freeze and you remember every single detail. For the record Yentl was Mother's favorite movie.

Nate had moved back into his folk's house for the week. He wanted to do prom right. One of the things about having your system flooded with estrogen, or testosterone for that matter, your sex-drive can go right through the roof.

I think Nate just needed to put his balls on ice. We've been fucking like bunnies since the Thanksgiving show. My hormones are still out of sorts.

The doctor says that they are finally starting to stabilize. My girls are now up to a b-cup. If the girls keep growing I won't be able to model for Jessica anymore.

Delilah and the gang got involved in the act. I had Jessica Pate design the perfect ball gown for me. Delilah booked us time at a spa to have manicures and pedicures. D even brought up a makeup and hair person. "My baby deserves the best."

Over six hours of hair, makeup, primping, and wardrobe to get me ready for my love. It was worth it. In the end I looked in the mirror and saw a passable version of Disney's Elsa standing before me.

I would love to say the costume was designed around my hair, but it was actually done after my birthstones topaz and radiant blue tourmaline. Given my sexual attractions, both were perfect.

According to legends both stones came to earth on, or through, rainbows. Both stones are a celebration of diversity because of the spectrum of colors they come in.

I found a tiara to top it off. It was encrusted with fake ice blue tourmalines. It was a costume piece but it was pretty. The girls began making jokes saying hail princess Elsa. I held up my hand and said, "That would be QUEEN Elsa, thank you very much."

Nick picked me up in his dress uniform, and had a stretch limo to take us to the dance. The outgoing superintendent turned her back and gathered with some of the other teachers when we entered.

Ms Meyers, my drama teacher, and a few others greeted us warmly. The students on the other hand treated us like celebrities, even Clara Haskell's friends.

At the end of the night, Nate dropped to a knee at the end of the last dance. He took my left hand and slid a Platinum band encrusted with diamonds, and a radiant blue tourmaline at its center. I couldn't answer I just nodded my head repeatedly yes.

It had been snowing and there was a thick layer of slush on the sidewalk. I told Nate we could wait until they shoveled. He looked down at me, held my hand with his ring on it. He smirked then lifted me up into his arms He carried me to the limo.

I asked where we were going when I noticed we were headed north. He simply pulled me into his lap and kissed me. "It's a surprise hun. I want to give my princess the perfect prom."

An hour later we were pulling into the Hyatt Regency in Milwaukee. The desk clerk nodded in Nate's direction and escorted us to the elevator. He passed the room key.

As the doors opened he said, "Have a pleasant stay officer Taylor." I just realized my new name was going to become Trista Taylor, I giggled. He picked me up again and carried me across the threshold into the suite.

There was soft music playing in the room. He set me on the floor and we began to slow dance. His hand slid from my waist to my ass. Mine were planted firmly on his shoulder blades as my cheek rested on his badge.

While we were dancing he guided me into the bedroom. We stood before the roaring fire in the fireplace. I released the collar fasteners and the backless dress slid down to the floor. It exposed my backless snowflake lace bralette and panties. Nate softly caressed my breasts through the thin material.

I turned my back to him then backed into his tight embrace. His left hand slowly caressed each breast through the flimsy material. His right hand slid down my waist sliding his strong hand into my panties.

He slowly began playing with my clitty. He likes playing with it, as if he was playing with a real girl's clit. My penis is neither long nor thick enough to stroke, but he would rub it softly between my body and his index and ring fingers. It always got me very hot.

I began grinding the back panel of my panties against his uniform. In very little time they got caught on something sharp. He pulled his pants and my panties down in one movement.

I lose more panties that way, but he always replaces them. Only the satiny fabric of his boxer shorts separated me from his enormous trouser snake.

He removed his upper uniform quickly, keeping one hand on my little clitty. Like I was going to run away... This is heaven.

I felt his hand giving me a soft back rub. Considering how long I had been in those heels I needed it. I realized he was not actually giving me a back rub; Nate was working my bra clasps. In one fluid, and might I say well practiced, motion he unfastened them and the strapless bra flew to the floor.

I was about to pull his boxer shorts down and worship his cock. He stopped me by picking me up as if I were nothing and carried me to the bed. Laying me out like a delicate flower, He drew his hands down my body from my armpits to my hips.

In one deft movement his mouth encircled my tiny clitty. It was the first time he ever went down on me like I was a boy. Then he started doing something I really didn't expect. He treated my little clitty as if he was frenching it. His hot, wet, rough tongue massaged every single millimeter of it.

His hand slid between my legs and under my buttocks. His index finger slowly worked small circles around the opening massaging it getting it to relax. I had waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The feeling is so damn good; I actually started undulating my hips in delight. I was yearning for what would come next.

Nate has learned from his playtime with me, that my little clitty does not shoot all at once, it seeps and leaks and pulses until stimulation ends. He also knows that if he stimulates it too long it actually begins to hurt. He knows his girl's pleasure thresholds.

He pushed my legs up high in the air, spreading them apart. He was kissing his way from the tip of my clitty down, through my worthless ribbon of skin where my balls should be. He was slowing nipping at the excess flesh until he got to my boy pussy.

My Nate is a very oral creature. I never understood why his ex-wife wouldn't just let him play. I learned she was an old stick-in-the-mud.

He said the only position she ever knew was missionary. She sounded like a real cold fish to fuck. I like to accommodate his need for experimentation and variety. He rewards with great pleasure.

He continued this downward trek, nibbling at the soft folds in my skin. He enjoyed softly flicking his tongue across and around the rim of my anus. It would send shutters throughout my entire body.

He loved licking my boy pussy and drove me wild with his varying technique. He remarked, "Baby, your hole is on fire honey." Then he would tenderly insert the tip of his tongue inside and ran the inside rim, it always made me gasp.

Sex with Nate was a marathon not a sprint. He enjoyed finger fucking my hole while his other hand would softly caress my little clitty. Between finger fucking me, he would return to nibbling the edge of my anal rim. I learned that he liked the lube he used on me flavored like his favorite ice cream, vanilla.

We moved into a sixty-nine, He liked the position because I was small enough that he could continue to rim me while I blew him.

I took his cock out of my mouth just to watch it leak his pre-cum for a moment. Okay maybe I had a leaking cock fetish, but I never let it go to waste. My tongue went up and caressed the slit of his cock head.

Then I ran it around its bulbous surface. Again I removed my mouth from his glands and gave his shaft a gentle stroke. I loved to see it flow out and was quick to return it to my mouth to savor it all.

Then I blew his mind by taking his engorged cock to the hilt. He was moaning with pleasure. We broke off before he could lose control and blow his wad.

He couldn't recharge as fast as Paul, but Paul was nowhere near Nate's size. We returned to kissing. We were savoring the taste of our cocks, and my now vanilla flavored ass, on the other's tongue.

He'd suck my nipples, I am amazed at how sensitive they have become. He also discovered how ticklish I was, he took it too far one time and I actually peed myself. He loved studying my body and how it reacted to his touch.

It was such heaven being the center of someone else's attention and desire; to have someone working so hard for my pleasure. I was being caressed and loved by my man. His lips wrapped my bitty clitty and his hand got busy preparing my honey hole.

Nate spread my butt with more lube and penetrated it with his middle finger. He was fondling me from inside. A few seconds later his index finger entered my ass. Nate was spreading my hole and preparing it for our union.

He put a small pillow under my back and spread my legs high and wide. I was grinning like a guilty choir boy when I felt his cock softly rest against my boy pussy. Nate pressed a bit and his massive organ started entering me.

I loved feeling him moving in to me, slowly and gently. Nate was trying to prolong our bliss. To tell you the truth Nate's cock was far bigger than the studs Delilah had on stripper nights. I felt my boy pussy pop around his head, and he pressed deeper within me.

No mere words can describe the pleasure of being possessed by a long thick cock, to feel another man moving inside of you. I now have a large assortment of plugs and dildos to 'comfort' me when Nate is on night shift. None of my toys can match my sweet Nate.

Nate liked easing into me to push then pause so not to hurt me. I would tighten my bottom to squeeze his cock when he could proceed. Once in, he took a dozen or so long deep strokes. Nate's strong hands were holding me firm as he suddenly began jack hammering my hole.

We had an almost primal nonverbal language. With just an arch of my eyebrow he knew and asked, "Do you want to change?"

I had a mischievous smile when I asked him to take me from behind. I knew this wasn't his favorite position. Nate liked looking at my face, to see if he was hurting his princess. I like feeling his full measure within me.

I quickly dropped to all fours with my ass elevated. He lined up behind me and covered me pressing his massive shaft against my hole. In one steady push he thrusts his cock deep within me. He began fucking me so hard I saw stars.

When I could take no more, he slowed down and return to the long deep strokes. He reached around and began massaging my little clitty while fucking my boy pussy.

I was squirting small streams of my blank cum with his every thrust. His cock was pistoning in and out of my hole. Nate's rhythm was faster now. I knew he was close... I could feel hot spurts of his cum deep in me.

He collapsed on my back driving me into the mattress. He rested inside of me for a very long time, kissing the back of my neck until we regained our breath.

I felt so empty when he finally went soft and slid from within my hole. He pulled me on top of him so that my breasts rested against his chest. I fell asleep dreaming of my wedding day, and how magnificent our life was going to become. Everything was right with my world, and nothing was beyond our reach.

This is the end of The Begining...

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Chase Nadir