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It started back in my sophomore year of high school. My father
was overseas with his construction firm on a six month build when my aunt
Marie had her accident. My mom wanted to fly up to see her in the hospital,
but it was the middle of the school year, and she didn't want me missing
any classes. That was when a neighbor of ours, and a close friend of my
parents', offered to let me stay with her and her daughter while my mom was
out of town. She promised to feed me, make sure I didn't stay out in the
rain, and make sure I was on the bus every morning. My mom was usually
incredibly protective of me, but she was so torn up over what was going on
with her sister that she agreed. With a hug and a kiss, she was off to the
airport and I was standing at the neighbor's front door with my backpack
and a suitcase full of clothes. It was kind of silly, considering the house
was maybe five minutes away by car.

The kind neighbor's name was Sarah Hamlin, and her daughter's
name was Renee. Renee should have been a senior, but hadn't done very well
last year and was stuck in a couple of junior classes again. Because our
parents were close, you might think that we were used to hanging out with
each other, but the age difference and the fact that she was in the cool
crowd and I was one of the k**s who usually spend lunch in the library
pretty much made sure we never got along that well.

She was pretty, but as far as I was concerned at the time she
was only pretty in a very bitchy way. It seemed like the nicer Mrs. Hamlin
was to me, the bitchier Renee got. For some reason though, the worse she
treated me, the hotter she seemed to get.


Renee had a nice body, from what I could tell. After I'd been
at the house a couple of days, she seemed to either relax or start ignoring
me, because she began going around at night without a bra on under her
shirt. Her teenage tits were almost pointy, but not all that big. She had
dirty blond hair and a light dusting of freckles over her cheeks. Her eyes
were a cruel ice chip blue.


A couple of times it seemed like she was just trying to punish
me. I'd be working at the dining room table, trying to make a dent in my
mountain of homework, and she'd wander through in a pair of tiny shorts and
a shirt and do stretching exercises. More than once I got distracted
watching her ass as she bent over. Trying to hide a hard on through dinner
became pretty normal for me.


Then came the times when Mrs. Hamlin made Renee help me with my
homework. Even though Renee failed some of her junior classes the year
before, she wasn't dumb. She was actually really good at math. As far as I
could tell, the only reason she'd failed the classes she did is that she
was either bored, or too busy worrying about her social life.


This one night, when she was helping me with some equations I
just couldn't figure out, I accidentally touched one of her boobs. I was
sitting there, and she leaned over to help me. She moved into me, but I
still felt like I was going to get in trouble for it, if for no other
reason then the fact it started my dick getting hard again. Renee caught me
blushing and figured out what was going on.

"Just go jack off or something," she said to me, "I'm not going
to waist my time helping you if you aren't paying attention."

She had a point. I hadn't rubbed one out since I'd started
staying with her and her mom. It was actually getting kind of painful,
considering that I was getting turned on at least two or three times a day
and never felt comfortable enough there to do anything about it.


I tried that night, but when I heard Renee walking down the
hall to go to the bathroom, I got really scared she was going to open my
door and lost my hard on.

The next day though, Renee didn't come home on the bus. She was
going over to a friends' house to help her study, or more likely just to
gossip and hang out. When I got off the bus, I noticed Mrs. Hamlin's car
wasn't there. I found a note, tucked under the same fake rock that they
used for the hide-a-key that explained one of her employees was sick, so
she'd had to go cover for her at the store, but that she made a snack for
me and left it in the refrigerator. I took the key and let myself into the
house.

I almost felt like a burglar or something, since I was all
alone in someone else's house. It was kind of a thrill, but then again
maybe it was just because I realized at that moment that with the house all
to myself, I might finally be able to get off without getting interrupted.
Compared to how often I did it at home, I was actually worried staying with
the Hamlins was going to be bad for my health!

I left my book bag on the kitchen table and snagged a few paper
towels on my way into my borrowed room. I locked the door and stripped down
totally naked. I'd gotten into the habit of being nude to jerk off because
skin was a lot easier to clean up than clothes were. I usually covered up
when I started to get close, and finished by coming into a sock. For a
while that had been pretty much foolproof, but lately I'd actually shot at
least some of my load through the sock a couple times. It was a lot easier
to wipe the come off my stomach, legs, or chest than it was to explain why
I needed to wash an article of clothing right away.

For some reason though, even though my cock had jumped to full
alert the second I finished undressing, I wasn't giving it the attention it
was demanding. Instead, I found myself getting a stupid idea. I wanted to
walk around the house naked, like I owned the place. My cock actually
twitched when I thought about being naked in Renee's room.

I was incredibly horny, but I was still trying to be smart. I
decided that I'd need a plan if either of them came home during my trip
through the house. I took a pair of my shorts with me, figuring if they
showed up I could just put the shorts on in a hurry. It would be less weird
for a boy to be running around the house in his gym shorts than it would be
for him to be naked. It seemed like it made sense.

I took the time to make a circuit of the whole place, absently
stroking my cock the whole time, before coming back to Renee's door. I
actually squeezed out a nice fat drop of precum while I was gathering up
the courage to go in and had to rub it into the carpet with my toes.

As soon as I twisted the knob and pushed her door open, I
thought of all the ways I could pay Renee back for teasing me the way she
did. Some of the places my mind went actually kind of scared me. I thought
about putting some of my come into the lotion bottle on her desk, stroking
my hardness as I imagined her rubbing my stuff into her skin. I thought
about pissing in the corner of her closet, like I was claiming the
territory or something. If she realized what happened, I could always blame
the cat.

I couldn't help watching myself in her mirror for a little bit.
I actually looked pretty good. My mom enrolled me in gymnastics classes
when I was younger, and even though I hadn't been to one in years, I kept
up the conditioning, stretches and exercises. My shoulders were wider than
most boys my age, with some nice definition. My arms looked nice, nothing
like the guys on the weightlifting team, but still a lot better then the
other k**s who spent lunch in the library, that was for sure.


I stopped playing with my dick and struck a few poses. I was
already long enough that I could get both hands involved if I wanted to. I
wondered if my dick would grow any more as I got older, or if I'd already
maxxed it out. I gave up on admiring myself and went back to my two tiered
plan of masturbation and revenge.

I decided on something I called mattress fucking. When I was in
my own room at home, a lot of times I'd just kneel in front of my bed and
work my cock in between the box spring and the top mattress. That way I
could just push down on the mattress and thrust my hips in and out until I
came, and since I would be coming some place out of view there was no clean
up required. I liked the idea of Renee sleeping on a mattress I came in, a
lot, but I got distracted before I could carry the plan out.

Renee's plastic hamper was there in the corner. My cock
twitched in my grip again as it dawned on me there might be a pair of her
used panties in there. It may seem kind of juvenile, but at the time it was
just about as close as I'd been able to get to a girl's pussy, so I wasn't
about to pass the chance up.

I flung the lid up and started digging through the laundry. I
was starting to get upset. I tossed socks, shorts, and a couple of shirts
out before I finally got down to what I was looking for: a pair of pink
panties.

I lifted them up to my face, rubbing my nose in them, almost
like a bloodhound trying to get a scent. I honestly don't know if I
actually smelled her juice on the panties or not, or if it was just the act
of having them in my hands, but my hips started to buck on their own.
Without really thinking, I went ahead and wrapped the panties around my
throbbing maleness and started pumping away.


I imagined my hand was Renee's cunt, her mouth, her asshole,
all of the above, all at the same time and just kept pumping as hard as I
could. My legs actually felt weak as I started to come. It just kept
spurting out for what seemed like forever. The panties were sodden through
in an instant, one rope of sperm made its way to her closet door, while
another squirted out over the front of the hamper.

The impossible level of bliss I was feeling was immediately
replaced by an equivalent feeling of terror as I heard the distinctive
crunch of a car pulling into the gravel driveway in front of the house.

Naturally, I started to panic. I was naked in Renee's room and
my come was all over her wall, hamper, a pair of her panties and both of my
hands. There would be no explaining any of this. I used the driest corner
of the panties I could find as a rag and attacked the wall and the front of
the hamper. Satisfied that I'd gotten as much of it cleaned as I could, I
was ready to turn and run for my room when I remembered all the clothes I'd
thrown out of the hamper. Renee would know something was up if she saw that.


I raced around, my suddenly very limp dick bouncing wildly off
my thighs, as I scooped up every last bit of discarded laundry. I buried
the soaking panties at the bottom of the pile and hoped they'd be dry
enough nobody would notice when laundry day came. Satisfied with my
cleanup, I left the room. I just barely got into my room and locked the
door behind me when I heard the front door open.

I collapsed on my bed, panting. I was impressed with myself for
pulling the great caper off. It was then that I realized something was
wrong. I didn't have the pair of my shorts that I'd been carrying with me.
I sat bolt upright, fresh panic causing a sweat to break out all over my
body. I was in such a hurry that I must have just picked them up and shoved
them in Renee's hamper. My heart was racing. Maybe she wouldn't notice.
Maybe they'd go through the wash, and I could explain that they were left
in the machine or something and got mixed in with her load.

I waited until I had calmed down before getting dressed. I
hadn't heard any yelling or pounding on my door, so I figured the coast was
clear. Besides, it was time for me to go get my backpack and start my
homework. I was satisfied that I'd actually gotten away with everything
right up to the point I opened my door. There on the outside knob was my
little pair of shorts. Renee knew.



It is amazing how much denial one person can be capable of.
When things went normal at breakfast, and there were no incidents on the
bus ride or during school the next two days, I had myself fully convinced
that Renee must have thought my shorts being in her hamper was some
innocent mistake. Mrs. Hamlin was still having trouble balancing out
everyone's shifts at her store, so she was having to cover another
afternoon by herself which meant Renee and I were home alone.

Everything was normal as Renee and I walked up to the house
from the bus stop, or at least everything was normal until the moment we
got inside. I was completely blindsided. She slapped me so hard that I
tasted blood in my mouth, and then before I had a chance to recover, she
drove a knee into my balls. I crumpled to the ground like I'd been shot.

"I know what you did you perv!" she half shrieked at me, "It
isn't enough you have to stay here because your family has more important
things to do that worry about you? What the fuck is wrong with you, you
creep?"

I couldn't really say anything to defend myself. Between the
shock of her actually hitting me, the pain her knee had inflicted, and the
red burning shame I felt on knowing she'd discovered what I'd done, there
was nothing I could really do other than sit there and take whatever she
had to dish out.

"When I tell my mom what you did, you're out of here, you
little shit," she hissed, "somebody else can worry about you."

Renee was absolutely livid. I'd never seen her that angry
before, or really anyone else for that matter.

"You know what," she said, "I've changed my mind. I don't think
I'm going to tell my mom after all."

"Really?" I asked sheepishly.

"Shut up!" She yelled at me.

She grabbed one of my ears and twisted so hard I thought she
was about to rip it off. I really wanted to hit her, just to make the pain
stop, but I wasn't raised to hit women, so again, I just took it. She
jerked the ear up, and I had to follow as she led me through the house,
back to the scene of the crime.

Renee led me over to her dresser. She pulled the top drawer
open and shoved me toward the piece of furniture, finally releasing her
death grip on my ear.

"Pick them up," the commanded.

I knew exactly what she was referring to when I saw the pair of
pink panties their, crusted stiff where my come had dried in them.

"You like them so much, why don't you put them on," She said.

"Renee, I'm sorry, I don't..."

"Put them on, you fucking perv, or I'll tell my mom what you
did!"

"Okay, okay," I said. "I'll go put them on."

"You're not going anywhere," she commanded.

I wasn't quite sure I understood.

"Put. Them. On." She ordered.

As ordered, I started to strip down. Renee gathered up my
clothes as fast as I could remove them. Eventually, I was just standing
there naked in her bedroom again. She held the soiled panties out to me by
her thumb and forefinger.

"Can you put the blinds down?" I asked.

She slapped me again and said, "Quit stalling and put them on."

I took the panties from her. I pulled them apart, where they
had stuck together as they dried and gingerly bent over to put my first leg
in. They were very tight around my muscular legs, but I was able to get
them pulled all the way up.

"You want to play with my underwear?" Renee asked,
rhetorically, "I'm going to show you what its like to be a girl."

For some reason I felt almost as turned on as I was scared.

"You have to learn how to please your man," Renee said as she
walked over to get something from her desk, "Sometimes he just wants to get
off and doesn't want to worry about how you feel. If you want to be a good
girl, you need to learn how to suck a dick."

Renee unzipped her jeans and wedged the head of the hairbrush
she picked up between her legs, leaving the slightly phallic shaped handle
sticking out. She held it in place with her left hand, and I saw her
rubbing herself through her panties with the thumb.

"On your knees," she commanded.

I did as I was told, and felt my mouth fall open as if it had a
mind of its own. Renee grabbed my hair with her right hand and steered me
towards her false cock before roughly impaling my mouth on it. The
suddenness of it caught me by surprise, and triggered my gag reflex. I
tried to pull back, but she just jerked my head forward again and bucked
her hips against my face.


She let go of me for a moment as I knelt there choking and
coughing, before deciding I'd had enough rest. She used her grip on my hair
to tilt my face back up and started to rub the tip of her hairbrush cock
across my skin.

"Close your eyes," she ordered, I complied. "Suck my cock,
slut," she said in a mocking tone.

I did exactly what she asked for, sliding my mouth and tongue
up and down her fake shaft, tasting plastic. Every few seconds, she'd
tighten her fingers in my hair and pull me I towards her again, holding me
there until I started to choke again.


My eyes were closed, but I figured she was still playing with
her clit as she hammered away at my mouth, because I started to smell
something new, and could swear that a new taste was showing up on the
hairbrush handle.


Of course, the thing that surprised me the most was how turned
on our little game was making me. I'd flipped my cock up when I put the
panties on, and now that it was hard it was sticking out of the waistband.
I could feel the slight stickiness where my precum smeared on my abdomen.

"Hold on, slut," Renee said, "I'm going to come. Don't you open
your fucking eyes until I tell you."

She let go of my hair and pulled the hairbrush handle back out
of my mouth. I knelt there, still bobbing a little bit, having gotten used
to the rhythm she had been enforcing.

"Keep your mouth open, slut," she ordered.

I felt something warm and wet splatter onto my cheek. For a
second, I actually thought that somehow she had actually grown a dick while
I wasn't watching, and that instead of a hairbrush I was really blowing
her, and she was shooting a load on my face. I felt a little disappointed
when the next load hit me, and I could hear her spitting, but then I just
let the fantasy ride. Even though I knew she was just spitting on my face,
in my head I saw her hosing me down with come. With a shudder that started
in my belly and spread out from there, I felt myself lose a little more
than just precum, but not a full enough load to call it getting off.


My cock was throbbing, begging me just to give it a reason to
spill the rest of what Renee's fantasy had me built up for.

"Open your eyes," she commanded.

Right as I did, I saw a flash of light and heard the sound of
her camera phone taking my picture.

She actually showed me the picture later on. Me kneeling there
obediently, my hardon proudly standing out above the pink waistband of the
borrowed panties. Renee's fake come on my face, with my eyes red from
choking and my mouth hanging open like I was just begging for more. She
owned me from that moment on, and I knew it.

"You can go," she said, putting the phone away, "But don't even
think about jacking off tonight."

I probably actually whimpered in weak protest, considering how
much my cock was aching to come.

"Don't worry," she said, mock sweetness in her voice, "I'll let
you know when you're allowed to. But right now, just go to your room and
wait until dinner. And one more thing, you had better be wearing those
panties every time I bring you in here for a lesson, and they had better be
clean. If you don't do as I say, I'll have to punish you, so be a good
little girl for me, okay?"

"Yes, Renee" I said, sheepishly.






Beyond asking me to pass one of the side dishes to her at meal
time, Renee pretty much ignored me until the weekend. She didn't even say
anything to me when we got off the bus Friday afternoon. It's strange, but
I was really happy to see that her mom's car wasn't parked at the house. I
was under the impression, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that
one of these days I could do everything right and make Renee so happy with
me that she'd finally let me fuck her... make a man out of me and all that. I
was never too bright about some things.

It was my turn to wash the dishes, but it didn't take very
long. When I went into my bedroom, I saw that the pair of panties had been
laid out on my bed. I never left them out like that, so I knew that Renee
had taken them out of my hiding place and put them there as a message. I
quickly stripped out of my school clothes and pulled the pink underwear up
my legs. It was only me second time putting them on, but they already felt
just as natural as the rest of my clothes.

I ran down the hallway, but made sure to slow down before I hit
Renee's door. I decided it would probably be a good idea to show respect,
so I knocked and, as politely as I could, asked if I could come in.

"Enter, slut," Renee responded after a nice long pause.

I did as I was told and opened the door. Renee was sitting at
her computer and didn't even look up to acknowledge me. She was wearing
what looked like a pair of basketball shorts and a slim fitted t-shirt.

I stood patiently and waited for her attention. Being a little
nervous, I did find myself picking at the waistband of the panties a couple
of times. Just when I figured she intended to make me stand there the whole
night while she ignored me, she asked me a question.

"Have you been a good girl, slut?"

"Yes, Renee," I replied, meekly.

"You haven't been touching your dick have you?" She asked.

"No," I answered quickly, then had to correct myself, "Not
jacking off, I mean. I have to touch it when I wash in the shower."

"That's okay," she explained, "Now come here."


I obediently padded over to Renee. She swiveled around in her chair to face
me. I could see she had been video chatting with someone, but must have
closed the connection.

"Turn around, slut," she demanded, "I want to get a better look
at what I'm working with."

I jumped a little when she squeezed my right butt cheek. Just
from the touch of her skin against mine, I could feel my dick started to
stir. There was nothing I could do about it, I just had to hope it wouldn't
upset her.

"You have a really nice ass," she observed, openly palming and
groping my backside the way I'd seen some of the football players do with
the cheerleaders after pep rallies. "It is so cute and girly," she added,
right before the slap landed.

I was probably more surprised by how loud it sounded than by
the sting. I was surprised again when I felt her hands playing over my
inner and outer thigh. I was certain she knew she was torturing me, the way
her hands kept creeping higher and higher only to fall away at the last
moment.

"Did you shave your legs, slut?" she asked.

"No, Renee," I said, after clearing my throat, "It's a family
thing or something, we don't get a lot of body hair."

"You're like the perfect slut," she remarked before giving me
ass another slap, this time on the left cheek, "I'm going to buy you some
g-strings. It wont be long before you'll have something up your ass, twenty
four seven."

When Renee used the words "up your ass", I felt a nervous
flutter in my stomach. It was kind of insane, letting her have so much
power over me. I could have jacked off at school or something and she would
have never known, but I actually liked doing what she told me during our
first session. It was something I'd been curious about, but would have
never attempted on my own. Maybe that is why I was so willing to go along
with her, she'd give me an excuse to find out what really worked for me...or
maybe I was just so desperate to cum that I would have agreed to anything.

Growing up, I dreaded long family trips or any activity that
meant I couldn't slip away if I needed to. If something got me worked up
and I couldn't get off fast enough, my brain started coming up with all
these weird things to up the ante.

"In the right clothes, I bet nobody would even guess you used
to be a boy." Renee observed.

"I don't have any tits," I said, sheepishly over my shoulder.
Renee rewarded me with another bracing slap on the ass. I was tenting the
panties again.

"Some guys like androgynous girls," she said, "Lets do an
experiment. I want to see what you look like when you're dressed for your
role. Follow me."



I trailed behind Renee as she made her way to her closet. We
were amazingly close to the same size, as my experience with her panties
had proven. She pulled out tops and mini-skirts and made me hold them up to
my body. She finally settled on what appeared to be a schoolgirl outfit.
Plaid, pleated skirt and all.

"Go put these on in my bathroom," Renee said, after adding a
pair of stockings and a bra to the jumble of clothes in my arms, "I have to
go get something for you."

Even though it felt like I was getting further and further away
from being allowed to cum, I was actually excited to see what I would look
like in the new outfit.

It took me a little effort, but soon enough everything was on
and in place. Looking down at my body, I felt like a completely different
person. I'd left the top buttons open so I could look down my own shirt.
Renee's bra was probably the tightest thing I was wearing. The strong
little black garment was doing the best it could to make my pecs look like
boobs. I found myself kind of obsessing over my chest, pushing what I could
together, or up, to see how it looked in the mirror.

I wondered what was taking Renee so long. I was really anxious
to see what she thought of the outfit. I actually had my cock, which was
pretty much perpetually half hard or better through the whole fitting
experience, tucked under and my dress hiked up so I could see how it would
look when I saw her coming up behind me in the mirror.

"You're such a slut," she smiled.

It turned out she'd been looking through old boxes of her
mother's things to find a wig for me. It was black, so it looked like a
pretty natural fit for my complexion. Even before Renee finished putting
the makeup on me, I was amazed at how completely my boy self had vanished
into my slut self. I looked like a totally different person.

"Not bad," Renee said, appraising her work, "Lets go see how
good of an actress you are."





Renee made me bring in a chair from the dining room and set it
next to hers in front of the computer. She had a random video chat program
open, and was ready to hit the connect button.

"Put your hands in your lap," she directed, "and try to look
cute."

The first person she connected to was a an olive skinned dude
with really hairy arms who was already masturbating for the camera. Renee
frowned and clicked the "next" button before the guy could peel his hands
away long enough to type a greeting.

It took about twenty clicks before a guy popped up that Renee
approved of enough to communicate with. He was fairly normal looking,
claimed to be eighteen, and had a nice smile. I waited for instruction as
Renee started typing.

She told him that I was her cousin and that I was a little
insecure after a breakup. The guy typed back that I didn't have anything to
be insecure about. He typed that I was hot and my ex boyfriend was an idiot.

I smiled and blew a kiss to the camera. I guess I should have
been offended that he couldn't tell I was a boy, but I didn't really care.
That was more validation than I'd had in my normal life in years. He
started typing flirty things and asking me about music and what kind of
stuff I liked doing. Renee shoved the keyboard over so I could type.

I told as much truth as I could and made up the rest. I felt a
little weird about manipulating him and lying, but I was really loving the
positive attention. Growing up as a boy, you never really want to hear that
you're pretty, but you I guess you can get used to it in a hurry.

Eventually he asked me where I lived, if it was anywhere near
him. He was three states away, and kind of bummed that I wasn't planning on
taking a trip anytime soon. He said he had to go, probably looking for
someone close enough to actually hook up with. I waved to the camera and
Renee hit next.

Over the next half hour, Renee taught me how to be a tease and
how to flirt. Guys liked my pouty face, but they really seemed to enjoy it
when I squeezed my pec tits and licked my lips. It was just benign fun, and
we didn't see another cock until the last guy we connected to.

He was a handsome blonde with really nice abs. It seemed like
he was just waiting for an excuse, or for permission, to whip it out. The
flirting escalated pretty quick, and he evidently didn't care that we were
on opposite ends of the country. He claimed he was lonely cause he just
broke up with his girl. I typed back asking why, and he responded that she
didn't giving him blowjobs. I typed back that she's crazy, blowjobs are so
much fun. It went pretty quick from there, and for a while he seemed
perfectly content just to stroke his rod for me as we narrated sex acts
back and forth in the chat window. Then he typed out an almost sheepish
sounding: Can I see your ass, baby?

I looked over at Renee, and she nodded. We stood up and she
adjusted the camera placement a little so it tracked my ass. She guided me
into leaning forward and supporting myself against the chair's back. I kept
my legs together, doing kind of a reverse tuck to try and make sure nothing
gave away the fact I had boy parts. Renee assisted me by flipping the back
of my skirt up. She pulled the seat of the panties in from the sides,
creating like a makeshift g-string and putting my ass completely on display.

Straining to look back at the screen over my shoulder, I could
see the words our friend had typed: beautiful ass! Tits please?

Renee had something else in mind. She delivered her strongest
slap yet, actually rocking me forward. I was sure she'd left a handprint
that time. Our friend was really enjoying the show, stroking his big dick
furiously.

That was when Renee decided to turn up the heat. She leaned in
and covered my lips with hers, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. We
alternated between tongue kissing and spanking. It wasn't long before our
friend managed to type out a feeble "Im gonna cum".

By the time he finished blowing his lovely load, my ass felt
raw, and I was so hard from making out with Renee that the swat team could
have used my dick as a battering ram. I'd seen guys get off in porn before,
but it was different knowing that it was for me. It made me feel so sexy
and horny. I was all set to blow another kiss to the screen and say goodbye
when Renee grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face the camera.

She made sure to lift the front of the skirt up, putting the
way my cock stuck out above the panties on display for our friend. Judging
by the look on his face, and the mad scramble for the disconnect button, he
wasn't a fan.

I wasn't sure what was going to happen, if she was going to
punish me for getting in to it so much, or if the reveal was the
punishment, but I knew better than to ask. She closed out the program and
kissed me again as she grabbed my shoulders.

I tried not to smile as she forced me back onto the bed, but to
my surprise, she commanded me to roll over. Once I was face down, she
spanked me again for taking too long. Renee was panting like an a****l, and
I wasn't sure what she had planned for me, but I got an idea when I felt
her weight press down on me.

The girl was urgently grinding against my ass, pretending I was
taking an imaginary cock in or something. The strong rocking motion felt
wonderful, with my own cock trapped between my abdomen and the bed as Renee
humped me as hard as she could.

It was starting to smell like girl in the room again, even
stronger this time than when she'd been thumbing her clit during the
hairbrush blowjob. I found myself picturing her with a cock of her own,
maybe like the nice one our friend from the chat had. I wondered what it
would feel like to have Renee's dick inside of me.

Finally, between the fantasy and the friction, I started to come. I felt
the warmth spurt out along my abdomen, instantly getting smeared around as
Renee's assault continued. With the sensory overload, and everything that
lead up to it, I came harder than I ever had before. It felt like I was
about to pass out.

A couple minutes later, after thoroughly grinding my softening cock, and a
good bit of my new outfit, into the sticky mess I'd made, Renee must have
come as well. She shrieked and thrashed around before rolling off of me.

"Not bad, Slut." She said, patting me gently on the butt.

It was all I could do to roll over without losing consciousness. I looked
up in time to see Renee get up from the bed and strip. She tossed her top
and sodden shorts onto me and headed toward the shower.

"I want everything clean and the sheets back on my bed before dinner," she
commanded over her shoulder, "But don't start the washing machine until I'm
out of the shower unless you want to wear your uniform to school on
Monday."
"Yes, Renee," I said, dreamily.




In typical fashion, Renee pretty much ignored me for the rest
of the weekend. As much as I would have liked to keep my entire new outfit
in my room, Renee didn't want to risk her mom finding it in the closet. I
was allowed to keep the little black bra and wig, but they had to be hidden
away under the mattress whenever I wasn't home. Mrs. Hamlin had made it
very clear that making my bed would be my responsibility and not hers.
Renee did give me a little black slip to add to my collection on Sunday,
but that was about the extent of our contact.

Since she had been chilly to me between sessions, I was kind of
surprised when Renee came up to me at lunch on Monday. She was smiling,
practically bouncing. She pulled me off to the side, away from the k**s I
ate lunch, with which were close to being my friends but not quite.

I asked what was up and she shushed me, before leading me to
the bathroom by my wrist. Renee checked to see if the coast was clear,
going in by herself first. There was someone else inside, so we ended up
heading towards the next closet one, which turned out to be completely
empty. Renee pushed me through the door and locked it behind us.

I wanted to ask what was going on, but was worried it was an
impromptu session, and a question like that would probably make my life
really tough for the rest of our lunch break. Thankfully, she didn't keep
me in suspense for too long.

"I got something for you," she beamed, pulling something out of
her backpack.

It was a pair of lacy red thong underwear. She twirled them
around her index finger for a moment.

"Where did you buy those?" I asked.

"I didn't buy them, slut," Renee corrected, "We're borrowing
these from Janet's older sister. Little J owed me big, so I had her swipe
these for you."

"She knows they're for me?" I asked, knowing that Janet, aka
Little J, was probably the biggest gossip in the whole school.

"No, dummy," Renee scolded me, "She thinks they're for me. I
told her I wanted to try some out before I bought any. Of course, they're
more your style than mine." She smiled, "Go ahead, try them on. Little J's
sister is just about my same exact size, so they should fit you perfectly."

I slung my backpack off my shoulders, since I figured it would
make taking my pants off and keeping my balance a bit less complicated.
Renee set it on the counter by the sink. Next, I unzipped my jeans and made
sure not to drag them on the bathroom floor any more than I had to. When I
took my boxers off, Renee snatched them with her free hand and announced,
"Confis**ted," before handing me the red thong.

As always, Renee was right. They fit perfectly. I couldn't help
swishing my hips in front of the mirror a bit to check out how my ass
looked. I felt so sexy, and just couldn't wait to get home and put the rest
of my outfit on. Actually, I kind of hoped we would just have a session
right there, since I was already kind of dressed for it.

Renee had other plans though. She just gave me a quick slap on
the ass and told me to be on my best behavior. Then she shoved my boxers
down into the bottom of her backpack, unlocked the door, and left. I rushed
to get my pants back on, and just finished with my shoes when the door
swung inward and a pair of very surprised girls walked in on me. Even
though disaster was averted by mere seconds, I was still standing in a
girl's bathroom and had to make a quick exit, apologizing with a feeble
excuse that the boys room was full and I had to go really bad.

I liked the way I felt in the new underwear, but they were a
lot less substantial than even my pair of panties, so every sensation down
there felt magnified. All of a sudden, I was so turned on I really wished I
was brave enough to just sneak away and jack off. But Renee had been so
kind, giving me a new present, that I didn't want to break my word to her.

I don't think it hit me, that my next class was physical
education, and that it was a dress out day, until I had already walked into
the gym. All of a sudden, I was standing in the locker room, with a lacy
red thong on under my jeans. As exciting as it was, I felt more than a
little scared. Teasing I could handle, I guess, but some of the guys in my
class were really vocal regarding how they felt about queers. I was pretty
sure wearing lacy girl's underwear would qualify me in their book.

They were already giving me a hard time just for fumbling with
the combination to my locker. I made as big of a show out of it as I could,
even kicking and pounding on the locker in my fake efforts to get it open.
I knew I couldn't stall forever. If I wasn't dressed out and present by the
end of roll call, I'd have to take a zero in the class for the day.

After what seemed like forever, the locker room finally cleared
out. I wasted no time popping my locker open and laying out my gym clothes.
Trying to make up for the lost time, I snatched my shirt off over my head
and kicked out of my shoes. I'd just slithered free of my jeans when I
heard the locker room door slamming shut. Someone had opened it while I was
dressing.

Fearing the absolute worst, I spun around to see who'd walked
in on me. Thankfully, it wasn't one of the overbearing jocks, but instead a
guy named Alex who was usually pretty nice to me. He was a year older, but
his old school district had some different classes, so he ended up a year
behind when he transferred. I was so relieved it was him and not one of the
aggressive slabs of beef I shared the class with that I actually smiled at
him.

Which was when I remembered I was wearing a pair of lacy red
thong underwear. My hands flew to cover myself up, and I ended up back
pedaling into my locker, making a lot of noise, tripping over my shoes, and
knocking my gym shorts onto the ground. When I bent to pick them up, I
noticed Alex watching me. More specifically, he was staring at my barely
covered backside.

"It's not what you think," I blurted out as I snatched up my
gym shorts and turned around, "You know I'm living with that girl's family?
We, uh, made a bet." I was trying to find something that made sense in a
hurry, "Yeah, I was trying to get out of doing the dishes for two weeks,
and I lost." I looked down, "Big time."

"Damn," Alex said after a long pause. He added, "You should be
careful. We're doing the rope climb today, so..."

I knew what he was getting at. Our gym shorts were notorious
for having loose leg holes. During our gymnastics course, loose gym short
leg holes had been responsible for me getting my first glimpse of what a
girl my age looked like down there. Of course, it had been Fawn the Fatty,
so I wasn't that impressed.

"Oh man," I said, sitting down on the bench, which was
surprisingly cool on my mostly exposed ass, "I'm dead."

"Maybe," Alex said, "maybe not. I don't have to do the climb."

I was about to ask why not, like an idiot. Alex was still
recovering from a torn rotator cuff. Even our drill sergeant of a gym
teacher wouldn't force him up the rope.

"So, how does that help me?" I asked.

"Those panties must be cutting off your circulation or
something," Alex said, "I mean I can loan you my boxers."

I wanted to say, "What am I, some sort of collector of other
people's underwear?" but I thought better of it. He was trying to help me,
after all.

"Besides," he added, "it would probably be less embarrassing
for them to see me going commando under the gym shorts that to see what
you're wearing."

"Alright, I'll take them." I said. For some reason, the thought
of just taking them off and going commando myself didn't occur to me until
the bus ride home.

"Not so fast," Alex said, "I need something from you in return."

I found myself thinking I was about to have my first experience
with an actual boy, first feeling uneasy and then strangely excited. Of
course, that wasn't what Alex had in mind, at all.

"English class is terrible," he said, "I've had to do most of
this stuff before, and I can just use my old papers. You'd really help me
out if you did the paper on Othello for me, though. I've read enough
Shakespeare for a lifetime."

I could hear the coach blow the first whistle. That was to get
everyone to assemble on the court for roll call. I was running out of time.

"Sure, I'll do your paper. No problem." I said.

"Then these are yours," Alex said, nonchalantly removing his
boxers.

He had basically my opposite complexion, being kind of pale and
blonde, but he was really fit under his clothes and his dick was actually
bigger than I expected. He had his pubes trimmed to show it off, and it was
nice and thick looking. I found myself reminded of the guy Renee and I were
vid-chatting with, and wondering how big Alex's cock got when he was
excited and what type of face he made when he came. Of course, in the back
of my mind, I knew there was something I should have been concentrating on,
other than Alex's crotch.

The pair of boxers hit me straight in the face. Alex was less
concerned than he was amused, tossing off a casual, "Nice catch," as he
busied himself with getting his gym clothes on.

I quickly changed into first Alex's boxers and then my gym
shorts. I put the panties in the bottom of my bag and stuffed everything
into my locker. We ended up dressed at about the same time and jogging to
be in line before the final whistle.

Thanks to the alphabet, I was one of the first five to go up
the rope. I was light and took a couple of years of gymnastics before my
family moved to the new house, so it wasn't really difficult for me at all.
Of course, once I slapped the flag at the top, I had to make my trip back
down. There is probably some method that involves less rope friction on the
dick, but I didn't know about it.

After receiving my check mark on the coach's clipboard, I had
to walk very carefully over to the bleachers. All I wanted to do was get
sat down and find some pose that would cover up my arousal. I sat down next
to Alex.

"You were the fastest one so far," he said, clearly impressed,
"I don't think anybody is going to beat that time."

"Thanks," I said, not really used to getting praised in gym
class, by anyone.

"Of course, it would have been a better show if you still had
your panties on," Alex joked.

"They're not mine," I protested, taking a quick look around to
see if anyone was listening in on us.

"I know, I know," Alex said, waving my concern off, "They
should be though. I was so surprised when I went into the locker room. You
totally look like a girl from behind. Well, mainly your ass I mean. I mean
you look good, I mean, for a guy. I mean,"

"Please stop saying `I mean'," I whispered, "This is
embarrassing enough without having to talk about it. Just promise me you
wont tell anyone, okay?"

"I promise," Alex said, sincerely, "As long as you don't tell
anyone I said you looked good in them."

"Deal," I replied.

"I feel kind of bad about making you have to write both our
essays," Alex said, "Maybe I could bring you a pizza and hang out," he
quickly added, "If it wouldn't distract you too much, and if it would be
cool with the people you're staying with."

It probably wouldn't be cool with Renee, but I had already
answered before my brain could properly kick in, "Sure, sounds good to me.
I'll ask tonight and give you a call."

"Cool," Alex said.



Mrs. Hamlin was fine with Alex coming over. Renee said she
didn't mind either, but I wasn't so sure. Alex showed up with the pizza
about an hour after I called to tell him it was fine. I introduced him to
both Mrs. Hamlin and Renee. Alex politely shook hands with both of them.

The papers were coming along great, even with the pizza. I
wrote one entire paper first. I had knack for understanding things I'd
read. Sometimes I understood them so well that the teachers got upset with
me. I'd do my presentation about the story we read, nail the meaning, and
then the teacher would twiddle his thumbs for the rest of the class since
I'd wrapped the unit up. Once I had the template, the second one was easy
to make. I just had to come up with different words to say the same things.
I even decided to shake it up in a couple of places to throw the teacher
off.

Alex read both papers, maybe out of a sense of duty or
obligation. I let him pick which one we'd put his name on and then we sent
the job to the wireless printer. Our teacher always insisted on hand
written rough drafts, so I told Alex he'd just have to copy the second
paper over in his own handwriting after I had them typed up.

With the academic portion of the evening coming to a close, we
were just about to settle into the general hanging out phase when the phone
in the kitchen rang. Apparently, there was an emergency at the store and
Mrs. Hamlin had to leave. Naturally, Renee was left in charge.

Almost too predictably, Renee called me out of my room just a
couple minutes after her mom's car pulled out of the drive way.

"I want you in my room in five minutes, slut. Dressed in your
pink panties and ready to do whatever I say," Renee ordered.

"But they're between the mattresses. I can't get them with him
in there,"

"You better figure out a way," Renee advised, "And you won't be
changing in my room. You come to my door dressed. You have less than five
minutes now, slut. If you don't make it in time, your little friend gets to
be the first one to see the photo."

She turned and walked down the hall, leaving me with a big
problem.

I could probably have just asked Alex to leave. I could have
lied and made some logical sounding reason up, but I didn't want to offend
him. I liked hanging out with him. That meant I needed a way to get him out
of the room.

I made several nervous attempts, constantly flicking my eyes
back to the wall clock as my tiny window of opportunity inched shut second
by second. Finally, when I was just about to confess what was going on,
Alex asked if he could use the restroom.

Not believing my luck, I pointed him in the right direction. As
he was heading out of my room, I added that I had to help Renee with some
chores. As soon as I was alone, I stripped in record time and fished around
between the mattresses for my panties.

Carrying my shorts and shirt in my teeth, I actually stepped
through the door naked and worked to pull the panties up as I was going
down the hall. I was properly panty clad before I knocked on Renee's door,
with about thirty seconds to spare if my internal count was right.

No answer. Seconds kept ticking. I knocked again, a little
louder. Still nothing. I was worried that Alex would be out of the bathroom
before Renee opened the door. Maybe that was what she wanted, to have him
find me waiting at her door like a sad puppy, with pink panties on. I was
so relieved when Renee pulled the door open that I almost hugged her. It
was such a close call that I actually heard the bathroom door starting to
open right as Renee pushed her door shut.

"You made it, slut," Renee said, "Too bad, I wanted to ask your
friend what he thought of my photography skills."

I waited, silently, for my instructions.

"We're going to start with some sucking tonight," Renee stated.

After a beat, she decided to clarify, "That means on your
fucking knees, slut! Mouth open, eyes closed."

I did as I was told. I had this strange fantasy pop into my
head that maybe Renee and Alex knew each other, and she was going to use
this opportunity to steer his dick into my mouth.

"You're such a slut," Renee said, observing my growing arousal
as the head of my cock stood proudly out above the panty's waistband, "It's
good that you get turned on being on your knees. Now, start sucking."

My lips closed around whatever Renee put in my mouth. It wasn't
her hairbrush. There was no plastic taste, and the shape was wrong. It was
almost a perfect cylinder, just a little wider than my thumb at the
knuckle, but tapering at the far end. As I slid further up, I felt the
object get smaller and then flare back out a little bit.

"Get it soaking wet, slut," Renee commanded, "Lots of spit.
It'll make this easier on you."

I gave the phantom object the sloppiest sounding mouth fuck I
could. After what felt like forever, Renee told me I could stop and
carefully pulled the thing back out of my mouth.

"Open your eyes," she ordered.

I saw what the object was. It was one of the handles from a
jump rope. It was wood, sanded and coated with something that made it about
as smooth as glass. The narrow part was where the thumb would go, I guess,
with the end flaring back out and the ring on the end for the rope to
connect to.

"Get on your hands and knees and turn around, slut" Renee said,
"Its time to pop that cute little cherry of yours."

My heart was racing as I assumed the position. Renee got behind
me and I felt her hands on my ass. She was spreading my cheeks apart,
pinning the seat of the panties to one side with a thumb. After she spat on
my asshole a couple of times, my cock was rock hard. She began to rub the
end of the handle against my tight little butt hole, smoothing her saliva
around. I couldn't help tensing up when she tried the first push.

"Just relax," she said, "don't try to squeeze or anything until
its all the way inside."

"Yes, Renee," I said.

I was biting my bottom lip as she made her second push. With a
little twist, she manage to slip the tip of the handle in. It felt strange
at first, almost like I had to go to the bathroom. A brief episode of panic
happened when I wondered what terrible tortures Renee would rain down on me
if I did go to the bathroom while she was stuffing me, if that was even
possible.

She eased some more of the handle inside of me and started
bouncing it a little, just feathering it with her fingers. It felt like she
was sending ripples of pure pleasure through my whole body, but at the same
time I was stretched more than I was used to and it did hurt a little.

Renee took her time, slowly burying the handle in me. When she
pushed it far enough for the narrow spot to line up with my butt hole, the
pain went away and I really relaxed. The feeling of fullness was wonderful,
but something strange had happened.

I looked down and saw my hard on was gone. My dick was just
hanging down, longer and thicker than usual for it being that soft. I had
another brief moment of panic, worrying that somehow Renee had broken my
dick, but that went away when she started to slowly work the handle in and
out of my ass. It felt so good I couldn't believe I'd never tried doing it
to myself before. It felt like my whole body was involved, not just my
dick. Don't get me wrong, my dick was happy too, judging by the thick flow
of pre-cum that was constantly drooling from the tip.

When I started to get off, it happened with absolutely no
warning. Even though my cock wasn't even standing up straight, my cum just
started pouring out. It wasn't like normal, either, it felt like my whole
body was going to drain out of my dick. There was nothing I could do but
collapse into the pool of my own goo, ass sticking up in the air with the
handle still hilted inside of me. Apparently, Renee's last thrust had done
the job.

As soon as I was able to talk, I started apologizing to Renee
for cumming without her permission. She gave my right cheek a squeeze and
told me, "It was your first time, so its okay. Your punishment won't be too
severe."

She put my panties back in place, covering up the little bit of
the handle that was protruding from my ass. She handed me a towel and told
me to clean up my mess. I did exactly as I was told, scrubbing the carpet
as I stayed on my hands and knees, wondering when, if ever, Renee would let
me take the handle out of my butt.

She kept toying with me while I was cleaning up, giving little
tugs on the handle through the panties only to push it all the way back in.
By the time I had as much of the floor and myself cleaned up as possible,
it almost felt like she had me ready to cum again.

"Get dressed," Renee said, pointing to the shorts and shirt I'd
brought with me, "Oh, don't worry about the handle. You don't have to wear
it all night, just until your friend leaves," Renee smiled, "but I don't
want him to leave for at least half an hour."

I had a lot of questions, like was it safe to leave it in that
long, and how was I supposed to sit down, but I knew asking any of them was
going to make things worse for me, so I just put my clothes back on. I made
the mistake of turning back to ask Renee about the sitting thing, because I
was worried about that the most.

"You've been dismissed, slut," Renee said, a little too loudly
for my comfort.

With nothing else I could do about it, I let myself out of
Renee's room. My first stop was the bathroom. I checked in the mirror to
see how obvious it was that I had something stuck up my ass. As it turned
out, the loose fitting shorts did a pretty good job of hiding it. It would
show a little if I bent over far enough, but that was kind of a no-brainer.

Alex was waiting in my room when I got back. It felt so
strange, walking around with something in my ass. It seemed like I was
constantly in this weird aroused state where my dick and my balls felt
bigger or heavier than normal. When Alex was momentarily distracted, I
managed to rummage around in my shorts enough to flip my dick up so that
the waist bands for the panties and shorts held it in place. With just the
hem of the shirt to hide the head of my cock where it protruded above my
shorts, I had to lean forward a little to make things less obvious.
Luckily, it was a dark shirt so I hoped it would help hide things if my
cock started drooling too heavily.

Sitting down took a little work, but after one false start, I
managed to get into a position on the chair where the bit of the handle
that stuck out wasn't a problem. Unfortunately, I was so focused on getting
myself comfortable without looking too strange, I wasn't paying much
attention to my guest.

"I think I'm going to go," Alex announced.

"No, please stay," I heard myself say, "Its just that I don't
get to hang out with other guys a lot. Just Renee and her mom, so it is
nice to have someone over."

"I guess I could stay a little longer," Alex admitted, "but not
too much. If I'm not home by my curfew I'm going to be in trouble for a
long time."

We watched funny internet videos and talked about video games
for a while. Basically, we talked about everything except what I wanted to
talk about. The tricks Renee showed me with the handle had felt so good, I
kind of wanted to share them. Of course, I was worried that maybe they only
felt good because I was Renee's little panty boy slut, and a real guy like
Alex would be grossed out by it.

When Alex did finally leave, he made me an offer that I really
hoped Renee and Mrs. Hamlin would let me take him up on: He invited me to a
sleepover at his place on Friday, promising video games, his dad's porno
collection, and access to the liquor cabinet. Alex referred to it as my
jailbreak from the estrogen prison. Even though I knew Renee was going to
make me pay for even asking if I could go, I knew that I really wanted to.

As soon as Alex's car pulled out of the driveway, Renee arrived
to pull the jump rope handle out of my ass. She held it out by the ring for
me to take, meaning I had no other way to grab it than by the parts that
had been inside of me.


"Keep this with your other things, and bring it to my room
whenever I call you," she said, "By the way, slut: Make sure you clean it
really well. It always goes in your mouth before it goes anywhere else. If
it is ever dirty when I call on you, it will stay in your mouth until it is
clean again."





The next couple of days were pretty normal at the house. Mrs. Hamlin was
around by the time we got back from school, so Renee was friendly and
polite to me, at least on the surface. We'd only had a couple sessions, but
I was already starting to be able to read her, to pick up things I don't
think other people noticed. She seemed a little frustrated that her and her
mother's work schedules at the store that week wouldn't allow us time for
another full session until Sunday, thanks to my getting to go on the
sleepover on Friday.

Mrs. Hamlin really liked the idea of me going over to Alex's place for a
night, since it meant she could have a chance for her and Renee to just
have some mother daughter time, for once. Of course, she quickly
backpedaled to explain that they loved having me as a guest, but that it
would be nice if everyone had a night off once in a while.

Naturally, I had asked Renee's permission before approaching her mom about
it. Renee told me she didn't mind, but that I would have to earn it. This
involved her volunteering to do a store run as a convenient excuse to
borrow her mom's car for a an hour or so after school on Thursday.

I wasn't sure what to expect. All I knew was that we were going someplace
we needed a car to reach, and Renee ordered me to pack all of my girl
things into my backpack for the ride.

When I reached to open the passenger door to get in, she responded by
flicking the lock button on the driver's side. She pursed her lips and
waved her finger back and forth.

"Silly girl," she said, "sluts ride in the back seat. If you're going to be
a good slut, you need to get used to how it feels back there. Don't worry
though, it should make it easier for you to change your clothes."

The fact I wasn't wearing my seat belt was just about the f