MISS-ING
by Jennifer Adams
(c) Jennifer Adams, 1999
Barry couldn't believe he actually held it in his hands, the long
sought after Medallion of Zulo. He had read about it several years ago
in the library where he was attending high school. As long as he could
remember, he had wanted to find out what it was like to be a female. He
often daydreamed about what his life would have been like if he had
been born a girl instead of a boy and now he held in his hand the means
to find out. Well, at least to find out what it was like to be a
female.
The weirdest thing was, that he had found it in rummage sale. He got
stuck in Beaver Falls, Michigan over the weekend. His company had sent
him there to its main headquarters for training. The instructor had
gotten sick and so the class was canceled until Monday. He thought that
it must have been fate that he had to stay for the weekend, or he would
have been on his way home instead of killing time in a strange town
without any friends.
His wife complained a lot about him not coming home for the weekend,
but he explained that he didn't have the money to travel home and back
by Monday. Reluctantly, she had to agree with him. He thought about
marking that on the calendar, it was a real rarity for her to agree
with anything he said.
When they were first married, she agreed with anything he said. After
being married several years and now that her kids were teenagers, their
daughter Janis was 13 and their son Bryce was 15, it seemed as though
she felt that she no longer needed him so she had taken on a mind of
her own and it seemed that it was exactly the opposite of his. He had
considered divorce several times, but hung on in the hopes that things
would get better. He thought she was going to kick him out and divorce
him when he confessed his desire to find out what it was like to be a
woman. She had accused him of being gay, saying that he had only
married her to hide that fact from the world. It took him a while to
convince her that was not the case and decided never to bring the
subject up again.
Now, now he could finally realize his dream and learn about being a
woman and any other female he chose to try out. The things he could try
flooded his mind. He could try being a pretty young woman, or even a
pretty young black woman. He might try being a young girl, or maybe a
real little girl who was barely toddling around. He was still a little
stunned that he was holding the real Medallion of Zulo. When he had
first read about it, he thought it was just a legend. The book he read
even cited it as mythical or fabled. Who knows, he thought, maybe it is
just a hoax but for a dollar... That was all that the tag had marked on
it. One dollar. They obviously had know idea what this was supposed to
do, or it would have been marked much higher, he realized. He quickly
paid the lady behind the table and walked off with his purchase. He
didn't want to loose it so he immediately put it around his neck.
He began walking around to the tables of clothing. He bought several
items of female clothing, mostly panties and bathing suits. He did pick
up a very large bra on one table. It was marked as a 48EEE. He pondered
what it would be like to have tits that big and then paid for it. He
was also collecting some odd looks, but he didn't care. He was going to
realize his dream and that was all that mattered.
An hour after he had found the Medallion, he walked out of the rummage
sale with two grocery bags full of clothing and the Medallion of Zulo.
All tolled he had only spent nine dollars and forty-eight cents. He
loaded the stuff into his car and drove as fast as the law would allow,
back to his company furnished motel room.
Luckily for him, the hotel that the company usually used had filled up
with a convention and the other company employees. So they had rented
him a room in an inexpensive motel near by. At first he was a little
peeved at this, but now it was a godsend. Now he could try out this
medallion and see if it was for real. Also, because it was a motel and
not a hotel, the entrance to his room was outside so he didn't have to
walk through the lobby. He could avoid any questions as to who he was
after he used the Medallion. Assuming that it worked. It could get
quite messy if the motel staff thought that he was a prostitute or
something. Since his room opened directly outside, he would most likely
be unnoticed by the staff and most of the guests.
He quickly carried his purchases to his room and closed the door. He
quickly disrobed and stood naked, trying to decide on what to try
first. He thought about just emptying the bags on the bed and without
looking just pick something up and touch it to the Medallion.
He saw the triple E bra and thought of starting out with it. Then he
thought it might be too much for the first time using the Medallion. He
dumped the bags on the bed and was about to close his eyes to pick
something at random, when a teeny bikini caught his eye. It was
electric blue and looked rather small, but it did look big enough for a
grown woman and not a child. He had made sure that he had gotten
children's clothes, but this didn't look like a child's swimsuit.
Without another moment's hesitation, he touched it to the Medallion
around his neck. He didn't feel anything for several minutes and was
about to remove the Medallion, when suddenly he felt a ticklish
crawling sensation start around his groin. He looked down at his
crotch, but it didn't look any different. Then he noticed that his
penis did look a little smaller. Then he realized that it was
definitely smaller.
A few moments later, he could barely see his penis sticking out of his
pubic hair. As if the thought transferred to his pubic hair, it
lightened and thinned out. The edges receded inwardly to from a slight
V. Now he could see what was left of his penis. It looked like an
infant's member, only now his was turning dark pink. His scrotum was
already no longer visible to him. He looked in the mirror mounted on
the low dresser and could see that his whole crotch looked different.
He now had a vertical slit that his small pink penis poked out of. His
scrotum and testicles were gone and his light brown pubes looked like a
woman's trimmed bush. His penis was now positioned lower in the slit
and was starting to look like pictures he had seen of women with large
clitorises. He saw movement along the sides of the slit and noticed
that libya were forming and starting to peek out of his new vagina as
they began to hide his shrinking penis, now a clitoris, within their
folds.
The sensation stopped momentarily as he realized that he now had a
pussy between his legs. Then he felt the tickling feeling move outward
in a circle away from his new vagina. He felt a mild cramp in his hips
as he watched them expand. It was as though they had just popped into
existence on top of his old male hips. He felt the tickle move down his
legs and watched as they became shapely and feminine. He watched as his
navel stretched slightly and his waist narrowed. It was then that he
made another shocking discovery. He was now slightly shorter than he
had been a few moments ago. It shouldn't have been a surprise but it
was.
The feeling reached his feet and his chest about the same time. He
thought it looked kind of funny, at one point his rough and hairy male
skin stopped abruptly and soft smooth female skin started. He saw his
feet shrink a little and his toes took on a more feminine look. He also
felt his ribs contract slightly and then felt the tickling in his
nipples. It gave him a warm feeling in his new crotch. He watched his
nipples turn dark and get puffy, then little mounds appeared under
them. The mounds expanded and enlarged until he had the firm pouty
breasts of a young woman. Now he really looked silly with a woman's
body and a man's head, shoulders and arms.
The tickling moved up around his shoulders and he felt them compress as
he watched them shrink in the mirror. Then it moved down his arms
leaving soft feminine muscle tone in its wake. When it got to his
hands, the palms shrunk as the fingers became smaller and very slender,
giving them the illusion of length.
He felt his neck tighten as the tickling moved up towards his head. It
had also become slender. He tried his voice. "Hi," he said to himself.
His voice was pretty, musical in a way. He watched his chin recede and
his lips become slightly fuller while taking up less space on his face.
His nose shank a little and he could see and feel his hair growing down
his back. His vision blurred for a moment and when it cleared, he could
see in the mirror that his face now sported deep brown eyes instead of
his hazel ones. His brow line softened while his eyebrows became thin
and slightly arched.
The hair on his head looked a little funny now. It was dark brown on
the top and just above his eyes it became light brown almost blonde.
Soon, the top of his head matched the rest of his hair and he studied
the woman in the mirror.
She looked to be about nineteen or twenty years old. She was pretty,
without being gorgeous. She would attract admiring looks with creating
a commotion. It was perfect. Barry laid on the bed and explored his new
anatomy for a little while and then decided to change back. He touched
his under shorts to the Medallion. Nothing happened right away. He
waited a little longer and still there was no change. He was about to
panic, when he remembered that the book he had read so long ago said
that there was a waiting period for the body to recover from the
changes and that the more drastic the changes, the longer it took and
it could take up to twelve hours.
"Shit!" Barry said to himself. It sounded strange for that word to come
out in that voice. "I'm most likely stuck like this for twelve hours."
He laid back on the bed and thought. Before he knew it, he had dosed
off. He woke up after a couple of hours, hungry and thirsty.
He realized that the only thing that fit him now was the bikini that
had made him this way. He surely couldn't go out in public wearing only
a bikini. He thought about trying on some of the other clothes he had
bought, but he didn't want to ruin their effects by tainting them with
this form.
He was going to put the bikini on since it was all he had to wear, but
he was now messy down there from his exploring so he figured that he
had better shower first.
He was getting hungry so he figured the best thing to do was order
pizza and then take a shower. This way it would be here when he got out
of the shower. He would just eat pizza and spend the rest of his night
as a girl watching television.
He called one of the pizza shops and ordered a pizza. He got a thrill
when the man on the phone called her miss. He ordered his pizza and a
six pack of pop and hung up the phone.
He went into the bathroom and turned the water on. When it was the
right temperature he climbed in the shower. Washing his new equipment
proved to be as fun as exploring it.
He was still in the shower, when he heard a knock at the door. "Whoa, I
lost track of time," he said, aloud. He liked the sound of his voice.
"Just a minute!" he yelled at the door.
He jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. There was more
knocking. Louder this time. He knew that if he took the time to put on
the bikini, he would miss the pizza guy and it would be hard to get him
to come back. So he just wrapped the towel around his waist and headed
for the door. Then he remembered that he needed to cover his chest too.
He unwrapped the towel and wrapped it above his nipples. There was
another knock.
"Coming!" he shouted.
"Johnny Boy's Pizza!" the man replied.
Barry checked his reflection in the mirror to be sure he was covered
and he was, but only by the barest minimum. He hurried to the door and
opened it. "Sorry about that, I was in the shower," he offered.
"That's no problem Miss." The man's smile widened and Barry figured
that he was giving this man quite a show. As he looked at the man, he
thought that he looked kind of cute. It thrilled him that he was
viewing this guy as a woman would. The man read the order and Barry
agreed that was what he'd ordered. "Ten-fifty," the man said.
"Just a minute, I left the money inside." Barry quickly went in and got
the money and paid for his food and gave the guy a couple of bucks for
a tip.
The man handed him the six pack and then pulled the pizza out of the
bag and handed it to him. As he took the pizza with his left hand, he
lost the balance of it and stepped forward to keep from sending it over
the balcony. When he did this, the towel he was wearing caught in the
door and fell away as he moved forward. He immediately turned red. He
was effectively stuck. He had no free hands to retrieve the towel and
he was now standing naked in front of this guy.
They both just stood there stunned for a couple of minutes. Then Barry
tried to push on the door with his shapely rear, but it was to no
avail. The door was jammed with the towel in it.
The pizza guy said, "Here Miss," and reached around Barry and hit the
door with his open hand right next to where the towel was jammed. He
also leaned up against Barry in the process. Nothing happened.
Barry said, "You don't have to lean on me do you?"
The man replied, "I'm sorry, I was trying to cover you up a little,
while I got the door open. I mean, you are indecently exposed, ya
know."
Barry thought about it a minute. "You're right, thanks." The guy hit
the door again with more force than the last time and it popped open.
As it did, they fell together in a heap with the man's head right in
Barry's cleavage. As he moved to get up, his hand brushed Barry's right
breast and it excited Barry a little.
The man stood up and Barry followed suit. The pizza that Barry had
fought so hard to keep upright, landed on its side. The man picked it
up and opened the lid of the box. It had all bunched to one side, but
surprisingly didn't look too much worse for wear. "Would you like me to
make you another one, Miss?"
Barry looked at it and said. "No, I think I can manage with this one."
"Sorry about that," he apologized.
"No," Barry countered. "Thank you for helping me get it in.... I mean
the pizza." He blushed.
"It's never a problem to help a lady in distress, especially one as
pretty as you," he said as he straightened his ball cap.
"Then it would be a crime to let you leave without the lady thanking
you properly. With a kiss," Barry said nervously. He wanted to kiss
this man and not kiss him at the same time. He gave in to his sense of
adventure and offered a kiss.
"Well, normally I would refuse, but since I did rescue you and you are
were a lady in distress..."
"And pretty?" Barry asked.
"And that too," said the man who was almost a full head and shoulders
taller than Barry was now. He estimated him to be about the same height
as he normally was.
"Than just shut up and kiss me, my pizza is getting cold," Barry
coaxed.
That was all it took. The man drew him near and kissed him deeply and
then kissed him one more time. He stepped back and cleared his throat.
"That was nice, but I have to be going. I'm married."
"I figured, no one as sweet as you could be single for long," Barry
laughed.
"Thank you for your business and also the kisses. Have a nice evening,"
he said as he took the door knob.
"I will now," Barry giggled.
He couldn't believe how giddy he felt over the pizza guy. It felt kind
of nice actually. He put the bikini on and then sat down with the pizza
and began eating. Luckily, the pop didn't get too shaken up and he was
able to open a can with minimal spray.
He had just finished his second slice of pizza and decided that was his
new limit, when the phone rang. With out thinking about it, he picked
up the phone and said. "Hello?"
There was a pause on the other end and then a female voice demanded.
"Who is this?!" It was Clorice his wife.
It was only then that he remembered that he was a woman in "her
husband's" motel room. He had to think fast. Then an idea struck him.
"This is Linda. Who is this?!" he demanded back.
"This is Clorice," the voice said defensively. "Why are you in my
husband's motel room?"
"I am in MY motel room," he stated defiantly.
"Oh." There was another pause, and then, "I'm sorry I must have gotten
connected to the wrong room." Then there was a click.
He knew that wouldn't be the end of it, she would call back. He waited
a couple of minutes and sure enough the phone rang again. He left it
ring. After several minutes it stopped and then rang again and then one
more time and stopped.
When he talked to her tomorrow, he would just say that he went out to
dinner and then to a show or something. That was a close call.
He sat down and watched television. He wanted to go out in public, but
he knew that he was now wearing the body of a local girl. He also knew
that this could lead to problems since he didn't know who this girl was
or who knew her. If he were to run into somebody that knew her, he
could have a lot of verbal dancing to do and he wasn't equipped to do
that. So, he just settled into the chair and watched TV. Every
commercial he looked down to see his bikini clad female form.
Finally, about half-way through Leno, it was time for him to be able to
change back. He turned the TV off and laid back on the bed and explored
this female body one more time, taking the bikini off in the process.
Afterwards, he looked in the mirror one last time and slipped the
medallion over his head. Then he touched his shirt to it and waited. In
minutes, the odd feeling started and he watched in the mirror as his
breasts flattened out and his chest widened along with his shoulders.
His biceps enlarged and his belly expanded. He could see a pink
clitoris peeking through, the two lips still evident in his crotch. His
clit enlarged even more as he watched and then it started turning a
slightly darker color than his normal skin tone. It was also taking on
the characteristics of his penis. Then he noticed that his hips
narrowed slightly and his thighs expanded. He felt a moment of
dizziness as his height increased. His feet just sort of popped and
they became wider and just less than thirty-minutes after he touched
his shirt to the medallion, the only thing still female on him, and
that was going fast, was his hair. It was still light brown and
slightly longer than normal but it was turning darker and getting
shorter.
Then finally the changes subsided and he was once again the man he had
been when he had come to town. He tossed his boxers on and then went to
the phone and called his wife.
When she answered the phone, with an audible yawn, he said, "Hi honey.
I'm sorry it's so late, but I just got in."
She immediately wanted to know where he had been and he told her that
he and a couple of the other students that stayed, decided to go out to
dinner and a show and they were out longer than he had planned. They
talked for a couple of minutes and Clorice said that she was really
tired. He thought it might be a good idea to set up an alibi for
tomorrow, so he told her that one of the other guys invited him to play
golf and that they would probably go to the Nineteenth Hole afterwards.
He knew that she hated to talk to him when he was drunk so she wouldn't
call until much later in the evening. He told her good night and they
hung up the phone.
He took another quick shower and brushed his teeth and got into bed.
Tomorrow was going to be a real fun day.
In the morning, Barry woke early. He had set his alarm clock so he
could get an early start. He quickly got dressed and called home. He
got the answering machine, he knew he would. Clorice slept in on
Sundays and turned the ringer off on the bedroom phone. He just told
the machine that he loved her and reminded her that he would be out of
the room all day.
He wanted to do more than just sit in his motel room as a female. he
wanted to interact with the rest of the world. He stopped a fast-food
place for a quick breakfast and headed out of Beaver Falls. He drove to
a town about thirty miles away. This way he could pick someone who
would be a lot less likely to be known locally in Beaver Falls. He
stopped at a vending machine and bought a newspaper. It was yesterday's
paper but that didn't matter for what he wanted. He turned to the
classifieds section and looked for garage-sales. He finally found what
he was looking for. One that was open on Sunday. There were several, in
fact. He stopped at a convenience store and bought a town map.
He pulled up to the first sale open and began looking around. It was
mostly baby stuff. He shuddered at the thought of becoming a child let
alone a baby. He didn't find anything of interest until he reached the
third place.
There, he struck paydirt. There were a couple of families who had put
things together for one big garage-sale. One of the women was a petite
brunet with small firm breasts and attractive looking hips. She was
also rather cute. He went to the table where she was standing and found
several outfits including underwear and shoes. He bought two complete
outfits. She looked at him a little funny when he paid for them, but he
just shrugged and said, "You're about the same size as my daughter." He
knew that he looked a little old to have a wife who would be interested
in such styles as the clothing was obviously too tight and revealing
for an older woman. Most likely why the woman was selling them.
As if to confirm this, the woman said that she hoped his daughter liked
them. She really hadn't wanted to part with them, but since she hadn't
worn them in a couple of years, she thought, why not just get rid of
them. After she mentioned it, her hips and tummy did look a little big
for these clothes. When she saw him looking, she patted her stomach and
then her fanny and said, "Well, three kids will do it to you." He did
ask the woman's name and she replied, "Brandi."
Barry had all he could do not to run to his car. He thought about
checking out a couple of the other sales, but was too anxious to try on
Brandi's body. He wanted to change now, but he couldn't find what he
needed for that. He would need a gas station with unlocked outdoor
accessible restrooms. Then which one should he use? What if someone
wanted to use the restroom while he was changing. No, there were too
many chances for disaster.
He finally, pulled into the motel parking lot and dashed to his room.
He glanced at his clock and it was eleven o'clock. He had already been
wearing the medallion so he just touched the halter top to it and began
taking his clothes off. He raced over to the mirror so he could watch.
Turning into a girl was almost more fun than being a girl. He watched
as his nipples darkened and began to enlarge. Then they became puffy as
tiny mounds began to swell under them. As this happened, the hair on
his chest became transparent. In a matter of minutes, his chest now
held Brandi's breasts. They were a sight to behold. They were even
nicer looking than he imagined. Then he remembered that he saw Brandi
after having three kids and he was now looking at what her breasts had
looked like before having them. He could feel the effects of the
Medallion moving across his body. His neck thinned as did his arms. His
waist narrowed and his hips began to flare out. He watched his face
become pretty and his hair began to darken and grow. He watched his
penis shrivel as his pubes became dark. He also noticed something else
that surprised him a little, but too much. An inverted triangle of
lighter skin began to form across his hips and stretched down between
his legs. There were also triangles of lighter colored skin on each of
his breasts. He was also gaining a bikini tan. Apparently, shortly
before the last time Brandi had worn this halter, she had gotten a tan
in a bikini. He thought he had seen one on the table. Now he mentally
kicked himself, for not buying it too.
His legs were now becoming tanned and toned. He looked in the mirror at
the pretty woman that looked back, much shorter than he had been and
said, "Hi Brandi." Then, just to play around a little, he said, "No,
I'm Brandi." He giggled. It was cute. For a moment, he thought about
what a lucky man Brandi's husband was.
He put on one of the pairs of panties he had bought and then added the
halter. Next he put on a denim skirt and a pair of high heeled sandals.
He brushed his hair out and turned to leave. He realized that he hadn't
bought a purse. He took some money out of his wallet and tucked it into
the pocket of the skirt and then got his keys. He looked in the phone
book and found a department store that was known to be inexpensive. He
really had to watch his spending or Clorice would want to know where
the money went.
He drove to the store and found a purse and some make-up. Just some
essentials that he knew women were expected to wear. He was thrilled
when all the associates refereed to him as ma'am or miss. As he was
walking to the checkout, he noticed a skimpy bikini. It was one of
those thongs and it was marked way down. He checked to make sure it was
the same size as the clothes he was wearing and took it to the checkout
with his other purchases.
The checkout girl was about the same age that Barry was as Brandi and
she as she took the suit off the hanger she said, "Oh, miss. This is
adorable, it'll look great on you." Barry smiled.
He went back to the motel and sat in front of the mirror and applied
make-up. He didn't do too bad, but he suspected that he wouldn't. He
knew that the transformee, would retain some residual memory of the
template's skills. He took out the feminine wallet that came with the
purse and put some money in it and put it back in his purse. He added
his keys, some cosmetics and his brush. Feeling that it looked as close
to the contents of a normal woman's purse as he was going to get, he
closed the purse and slung it over his shoulder and walked out of the
room and down to his car.
He reached in his purse and got his keys and started the car. The clock
in the car said that it was two o'clock. He figured that he would go to
a restaurant and get something to eat.
As he entered the restaurant, he noticed that all male attention was
momentarily on him. Just as quickly, the attention was reverted back to
whatever they had been doing when he walked in. He sat in a booth and a
waitress came over to take his order. The biggest difference that Barry
noticed, was that the waitress didn't seem as friendly as they usually
were. Then he realized that she didn't flirt with him like he was used
to waitresses doing. Not the flirting like when they were interested in
more than a business relationship, but there was absolutely no flirting
and that was a switch. When I man walked passed to go to the restroom,
he smiled and softly said hi. Barry did the same and noticed that he
was acting sort of coy like he had seen other women do. This also
thrilled him.
After his late lunch, Barry decided to go back to the motel and spend
the rest of the afternoon by the pool in his new bikini. He was a
little nervous about it being so revealing, but that was thrill of the
whole thing.
He was halfway to the motel when he heard a loud pop and felt the right
rear of the car drop. Then he heard the flopping grind of a flat tire.
He got the car to the side of the rode and opened the trunk. He took
out the jack and the tire iron and began jacking the car up. He got the
four-way lug wrench out and put it on one of the nuts. He pushed on one
side and pulled on the other, but it was to no avail. The nut wouldn't
budge and his arms hurt. He was much weaker now. He tried standing on
one side of it, but that proved to be useless too. He didn't weigh
enough to turn the nut. He was now just a pretty wisp of a thing and
too helpless to even change a tire. He almost broke into tears. He
couldn't call a roadside assistance service since he wasn't Barry
Collins at the moment. In all reality, he woman he was didn't even
exist. He wasn't even Brandi, whatever her name was, anymore. She was a
mother of three in a town thirty miles away.
He tried grabbing the lug wrench and turning the nut one more time,
when he heard another car pull up. He turned to look at a man getting
out of the car. He was a little crude looking in a black T-shirt and
ripped jeans. He strode up to Barry, whose pretty hands were still on
the lug wrench and he said, "Hi there missy. Need help?" he asked, but
it was more of a statement than a question.
Barry got that coyness again and said, "Yes, I got a flat and I can't
get these nuts off."
"Look, don't strain your milk. I'll get it for you," he said with a
grin. Barry felt a moment of embarrassment as he stood and covered his
breasts with his arms. He also felt a little proud that he could now
"strain his milk".
He found himself giggling a little as he stepped back and let a man do
it. He thought about how funny it was that he was now about as far from
being a man as he could get.
Barry watched him remove the tire and put the spare on. Then he lowered
the jack and put everything in the trunk. "There you are Miss. All
fixed. I would get a new tire right away, though."
Barry opened his purse and started to fish some money out to give to
this roadside hero. The man noticed and said, "No, I don't want any
money."
Barry said, "But I want to show how much I appreciate you helping
me..."
"I'll take a kiss," he said with a devilish smile.
Barry screwed up his nerve and leaned toward him and gave him a kiss on
the cheek. He felt strange kissing another man even if he did look like
a woman, but he felt that he had to do something to show his gratitude.
The man thanked him and got in his car and drove away.
Barry figured that the best thing to do was to replace that spare. He
could end up in real trouble if he got another flat tire now that his
spare was on the car. It wasn't like he was doing anything else at the
moment anyway.
He drove to a phonebooth and looked in the phonebook. He found a garage
that was open and called. The man at the garage told him that he had
time to replace a tire and that Barry should bring "her" car right
over. After a quick trip to an ATM machine, he went to the garage.
The mechanic was real nice and he even checked the wheel hub and the
area around it to make sure that nothing was damaged when the tire blew
out. The only thing that really bothered Barry about the whole thing
was that the mechanic kept looking at him as though he were naked and
spoken to as though he were a child or an airhead. Barry did find that
a little amusing as he thought about it afterwards. Barry did all his
own work on his car. He didn't trust mechanics beyond mounting and
replacing tires. He probably knew as much about his car as any mechanic
could have told him, but here this guy acted as though he barely knew
enough to put gasoline in the thing.
It was a little later than he had planned, by the time he got back to
the motel, but there was still plenty of sunlight left so he donned the
bikini and grabbed a towel. As he reached for the doorknob he began to
have serious doubts about going out in such a skimpy suit. He felt as
though he were naked. With his door key in hand, he screwed up his
courage and rushed through the door. He headed to the pool and laid in
the on the towel. It was scary and arousing at the same time. Finally,
as the sun began to set, he picked up his things and went back to his
room.
He changed back into the clothes he had taken off so he could go get
something to eat. He looked at the clock on his dash and it was only
eight-fifty p.m. Suddenly he had an idea. Earlier, he had noticed an
adult book store and he thought about trying out his new plumbing. He
knew that he wasn't up to having sex with a man, but he wanted to know
what it was like to have a dick in his pussy.
He decided to do the next best thing. Using the money left over from
the tire and service, he went to the bookstore and bought a big dildo,
a vibrator and then the clerk asked if he would like to buy a pair of
Ben Wa Balls. He looked at them through the case and then asked the
clerk how they were used. He was informed that they were to be inserted
into "her" vagina as far as "she" could and as "she" walked around,
they would rub together and vibrate. Barry thought about it for a
moment and bought them too. The clerk gave him a knowing smile as he
said, "Have fun." Barry was grateful that he was the only other person
in the store.
After he got in the car, he put the Ben Wa Balls in his purse and went
to an all night restaurant. He ordered a burger and fries to go. While
he was waiting for his dinner, he went into the ladies room with only a
moment's hesitation and went into one of the stalls. He hiked his skirt
and lowered his panties and inserted the Ben Wa Balls into his vagina
as far as he could push them with his finger. He pulled his panties up
and straightened his skirt and walked to the sink. He immediately
noticed the vibration as he walked to the sink to wash his hands. It
caused a mild fluttering in his lower stomach. When he stopped the
vibration stopped and the fluttering became lessened slightly.
By the time he got back to the counter his food was ready and his
panties were beginning to get moist. He was amazed at how quickly they
worked on him. As he walked to his car, he noticed that he seemed to
have a little more wiggle in his walk. He had to giggle softly about
it.
On the way back to the motel he made another discovery. Walking wasn't
the only thing that cause these things to vibrate. They seemed to pick
up the vibrations from the motor. It wasn't as strong as when he
walked, but enough to cause the fluttering feeling in his stomach. By
the time he did get back to his room, he was horny as hell.
He took the dildo out of the bag and unwrapped it. He went to the sink
and washed it in warm soapy water. He realized that he probably should
have washed those Ben Wa Balls before he stuck them in his pussy. He
had heard Clorice talk about how easy it was for a woman to get an
infection "down there" as she put it. He wasn't too worried. He
wouldn't have a vagina long enough to worry about an infection. When he
finished washing the dildo and then the vibrator, plugged the sink and
took his soaking wet panties off and put them in the water to soak. He
knew he would have to find a place to hide this stuff after he got home
and he couldn't run them through the washer. He figured that he would
just have use the washer and drier here at the motel before he left.
He stripped off the rest of his clothes and kind of half squatted and
reached up inside his vagina to dig the balls out, but couldn't get a
good enough grip on them. Even when he could get a hold of one of them,
it was so sloppy wet and slippery that it just popped out of his
fingers and deeper into his vagina. He stood up and started passing to
figure out how to get them out of there. As he walk back and forth, the
heard a soft grinding sound. It drove him nuts for several minutes as
to where it was coming from and then it dawned on him that it was
coming from the balls in his pussy. He was surprised that he could
actually hear them. Then he remembered that sometimes after sex,
Clorice could work her muscles and push his softening penis out of her.
He concentrated on squeezing his vaginal muscles and suddenly there was
a soft pop and he felt one of the balls pop out of him and then heard
it hit the carpet with a loud thud. He did it again and the other did
the same thing. This looked a fun new game to try.
He picked up the balls and rinsed them in the sink. He shoved them back
inside his vagina and laid down on the floor. Then he used his legs to
raise his rear off the floor and squeezed with his vagina and one ball
popped out and flew a couple of feet. He squeezed again and shot the
other one. He giggled and said aloud. "Ha ha, I've got a pussy gun,"
That made him giggle even harder. For several minutes, he laid on the
floor giggling. Then he got up and rinsed the balls in the sink and
left them on the counter.
He laid on the bed with the dildo and slid it around his pussy lips to
get it good and wet. He placed the tip against his opening and began to
lightly push. It felt kind of nice. He moved to that he could see his
reflection in the mirror and pushed it in a little more. Then slowly he
sunk it in as far as it would go. There was a little discomfort at
first, but that quickly turned pleasurable. He began pumping it in and
out, slowly at first and then picking up speed. His other hand went up
to his nipple and began to knead, pinch and massage it. He tried to
think of himself having sex with Brandi, but that didn't seem to do
much for him. Then he imagined that Clorice was working the dildo in
and out, but that too did little for him. He imagined that it was
Brandi and again it didn't heighten his arousal. Then he imagined that
it was the dick of his roadside hero and that piqued his arousal and
soon he began to uncontrollable buck and grind his hips as waves of
pleasure began to coarse through his cute female body. As he felt his
orgasm subside, he wondered if women could actually have multiple
orgasms or if that was just a myth. He kept pumping away and minutes
later he felt his second orgasm and not long after that another and
then another.
The next thing he knew, his alarm was going off. He looked at the clock
and it was six a.m. He reached over to turn the alarm off and felt a
jiggle on his chest and an unpleasant tugging between his legs. He
reached through the discomfort and shut the alarm off. Then he
remembered that he was still Brandi and that he still had a rather
large dildo stuck in his pussy. Further more, apparently, his pussy
juice had dried during the night kind of glued the dildo in place. He
knew that if he didn't go to the bathroom soon he was going to go all
over the bed.
He tried to climb out of the bed and every move caused the dildo to
pull and tug on the walls of his vagina. He did manage to get out of
bed and slightly squatted and pulled on the dildo. It felt like he was
pulling his insides out and a little urine leaked out onto his hand. He
figured that he had best get into the bathtub to do this. He walked to
the bathroom which did two things. First, it made his vagina hurt like
hell and it loosened the dildo as he walked. He got in the tub and
pulled on the dildo he felt a ripping feeling and then the dildo
released and so did his bladder, all down his legs and all over his
hand. His vagina felt like he had pulled all the skin out of it along
with the dildo. He checked the dildo and there was nothing on it. He
turned on the shower and washed off a little.
He dried off and got out of the tub. His pussy still throbbed in pain.
He had get rid of this thing as soon as possible. He had to return to
being a man anyway so he could go to classes. He put the medallion
around his neck and touched his underwear to it. He had to lose the
pussy first. Several minutes later, his familiar member began to poke
out between his pussy lips and soon he afterwards, he felt the pain
lessen until it was gone. He would have to remember not to do that
again.
An hour later he was out of the shower and getting dressed to go to
class. As he dressed, he thought about his experiences over the last
two days. He winced a little when he remembered the pain from the stuck
dildo.
Just before he left, he washed the dildo and the Ben Wa Balls with soap
and water, having taken the panties out of the sink to shave. He packed
them in his suitcase for now and headed off to class.
When he got back to the motel room around two in the afternoon, he
called Clorice and told her that since the room was paid for until the
following day, he would just stay there for the night and drive home in
the morning. They talked a little about the things that were going on
at home and then he told her that he loved her and said good-bye.
As soon as he hung up the phone, he donned the Medallion and looked at
his collection of clothing he had laid out on the bed. For some reason,
the huge bra seemed to call out to him. Before he could change his
mind, he grabbed it and touched it to the Medallion. In moments he felt
the tickling that would change him into a copy of the last person to
wear this brazier. He watched as his nipples expanded and became
darker. Then his breasts began to swell. He noticed that his skin
looked like he had another tan, only the previous owner of this bra
hadn't worn a top to get tanned. The only thing was, his skin was
getting darker and his nipples were almost black. It only took him a
couple more minutes to realize that he was turning into a large
breasted black woman. By then, his face and hair were changing. His
ribs and waist were also changing.
He looked in the mirror and had to laugh at the sight. From the waist
up he was a heavy black woman who looked to be in her early thirties,
and from the waist down he was a thirty-eight year old white man. He
watched as that slowly, but surely changed. He didn't seem to be losing
any weight. It was just moving around into different places. Mostly
into his breasts which were still swelling. He watched as his penis
disappeared between meaty thighs and the top of a plump slit took its
place.
Finally, the changes stopped and Barry look in the mirror at the woman
he'd become. Her tits were huge... no massive. Her stomach was round
but only slightly. Her hips and ass were rather over exaggerated as
well. Then they smoothed into heavy thighs. As he looked at his new
reflection, his repulsion turned to arousal. In an odd way, he found
the woman's body exciting. Not that he wanted to be this woman for the
rest of his life, but it could be fun. Of course, he didn't think he
had anything to wear other than the bra so he couldn't have too much
fun. Also, the risk of running into someone that knew her could also be
dangerous.
Then he remembered that he bought a stretchy terry cloth sunsuit at the
garage sale that might stretch enough to fit him now. He knew he didn't
have any panties to wear so he just put the bra on and then tried the
sunsuit on. It was an extremely snug fit, but he managed to get into
it.
He was surprised that his shoes still fit and added a pair of his own
sneakers. He applied some make up and discovered that he really had to
apply it heavy to get it to show up on his dark skin. When he was
finished he thought that he did look pretty.
He took all the clothes he had worn as a woman for the last two days
and put them in a bag and took them down to the laundry room. He put
them in the washer and plugged some money into it. Next he added the
contents of a small box of laundry detergent that he had purchased in
the laundry room and pressed the start button. He had planned on going
back to the room while they washed, but then thought about how easy it
would be for someone to take his things so he sat in one of the chairs.
He kept looking at the smooth spot in his crotch that the suit covered
and also at the dark brown legs that extended out of the suit. He
looked around to see if anyone was looking and then rubbed his pussy
through the material. Then he got an idea. He walked up to the washer
and pushed his crotch against it. The buzzing vibration felt good
against his crotch and he felt his big nipples tighten.
After several minutes of this, he felt the warm fluttering of a mild
orgasm. It was nothing like the night before, but it still felt good.
When the washer stopped he changed the clothes over to the drier and
thought about leaning against it too. He decided that it might not be a
good idea in case his arousal became noticeable. He went and sat back
down.
"La Tisha! Girl is that you?" a woman's voice startled Barry and he
looked up. It was a black woman wearing a motel maid uniform and she
was looking right at him. He just looked at her a moment. He was scared
to death. She must have taken the startled look on his face as
confusion and said, "Oh, Guess not, sorry. I just saw you sitting in
here and I swear you look just like La Tisha."
"T-That's all right," he managed. He noticed that he seemed to
naturally use the accent of a black woman. After all, he realized, he
was now a member of that culture.
The woman said, "Y'all have a nice day," and left.
Barry stopped the drier and gathered his clothes and threw them in the
bag he had brought with him and went back to his room as fast as he
could without attracting attention. He walked as though he was going to
pass his room and looked around to make sure that no one was looking
and quickly unlocked the door and dashed in.
For several seconds he just leaned back against the door and breathed
deeply, trying to calm down. That was a close call and he knew it.
After he calmed down a bit. He took the clothes out of the bag and hung
them all on separate hangers so that they could air dry. They were only
a little damp so they would dry long before morning.
Well, at least he knew the name of the woman he looked like. He was
now, for all appearances, La Tisha. He looked at himself in the mirror
and thought about it and he guessed that the name fit. After studying
his image in the mirror for a while, he noticed that he seemed to have
a natural feminine pose and manner that could only have been La
Tisha's. Like her form, they must have been left over in the bra that
had last been worn by her. He also recalled that when he stammered an
answer to the woman in the laundry room, that the voice he now
possessed was soft, lilting, and pretty. He studied the image again and
thought that she probably sung in her church choir. If she didn't sing
in a choir, she should. He picked up one of the flyers from the dresser
and read it aloud. Yep, she did have a pretty voice.
He turned the television knob so that it played the radio. He sung
along with several songs and danced around the room relishing the feel
of this body and the beauty of its voice. Every time he passed the
mirror, he looked at his reflection and reveled in the fact that he was
now a pretty black woman. Even if he was a little large.
After an hour or more of dancing and prancing around the room, he
decided to test out this body's sexuality and got his toys out again.
He found that he could almost take the whole dildo, unlike in the
brandy body where he could only take just over half of it.
A little while later, he was starting to get hungry and he knew he
would have to brave the outside world again if he was going to eat. He
wished that he knew enough about woman's sizes to know what size
panties to buy for this body. He decided to just go through a drive
thru and get a burger and fries.
He returned to his motel without incident and watched television until
he got tired enough to go to bed. He had already figured on staying the
way he was until morning so he just went to bed.
As he slept, he had some strange dreams. He dreamt that he was scolding
a young black boy and girl, telling them to behave. Then he dreamt that
he was sitting on a couch with a black man watching a movie and then
the man started kissing him. He was repulsed at first, then he looked
down and caught sight of his large breasts peeking out of the low top
he was wearing. Then he looked at the man again and felt a strong sense
of love for him and kissed the man back.
When he woke in the morning, he was immediately surprised to be
sleeping alone in the bed. He felt around for the man and than as his
awareness set in, he realized that he wasn't the woman he had been in
his dreams. He remembered that he looked like her, but he was really
Barry in her form. He figured that the people in his dream must have
been La Tisha's husband and children. It was kind of strange.
He felt the need to relieve himself so he got up and took care of it.
Then he got a quick shower, not that he needed one as La Tisha, since
her form would go back to where ever it came from as soon as he used
the Medallion, It just seemed as though it would be relaxing and it
was.
Afterwards, he donned the Medallion once again and touched his shirt to
it. Half an hour later, he was looking at his own reflection in the
mirror. He thought about how much fun he had being La Tisha and the
discoveries he had made. He decided that he needed to be her again
sometime.
He took another shower, this time with more purpose. He shaved and got
dressed. He packed up his male and female clothes, then he called
Clorice to tell her he was on his way home as soon as he had some
breakfast.
After a nice breakfast at a little restaurant that he found when he had
come to town, he headed home. On his way home, he stopped at a couple
of thrift stores and bought some items of female clothing. He didn't
know when he would be able to use the Medallion again, but he knew he
would use it some more.
Barry returned home and his life settled back into a routine. He would
often find his mind drifting back to when he was a woman. Either of the
three women he had been during that chance weekend.
It was about nine months before he got the opportunity to use the
Medallion again. They had both taken two weeks vacation and were going
to go spend it at Clorice's parent's cabin on the lake with the kids.
Actually, there were two cabins at either end of the property. The day
before they were going to leave, Clorice's father called to say that
her mother had fallen and broke her hip. She would be in the hospital
for a couple of days and then she would be home, but the trip to the
lake was out for them. He hadn't been looking forward to spending his
vacation with them so that wasn't terrible news about the trip. He was
concerned about Clorice's mother though. When Clorice had called her
mother in the hospital, her mother asked her if could come and help her
until she could get back on her feet a little more. Clorice had agreed
and the next day she and the kids left for her parent's home a hundred
miles away.
She asked him if he had minded and he told her to go be with her
parents. Since she knew that he didn't get along too well with her
parents, she didn't ask him to come and he wasn't offended. Besides, he
had plans of his own, now that she would be gone for a couple of weeks.
Of course, the kids groaned about going to their grandparents instead
of the cabins, but that's life.
He waited until she called to tell him that she and the kids arrived
safely, which was a day into his vacation. Then he went out to the car
and retrieved his stash and the Medallion. He went to his bedroom and
took off his clothes. Then he put the Medallion around his neck and
decided to try something a little different. Rather than choosing what
to try, he just closed his eyes and reached in the bag that took out
something and touched it to the Medallion. He felt the tickling in his
groin and through his hips. He opened his eyes to discover a small pair
of panties in his hand.
He watched as his penis seemed to quickly disintegrate into a slit that
quickly formed in its place. He noticed that his pubic hair was
thinning fast and soon it looked like it was non-existent. He figured
that he had grabbed a pair of little girl's panties. By this time, his
hips had changed and his legs and stomach were rapidly joining the
appearance of his crotch and hips. He also noticed that he was
shrinking in height.
He looked at the tag on the panties and it read five, machine wash
tumble dry. As he looked in the mirror, his body lost of all its traits
of adulthood and maleness. In half an hour, he was looking in the
mirror at a pretty young girl of perhaps five or six. She had long
blonde hair that fell below her shoulders and it was cut into bangs
across the forehead. She also had blue eyes and was only about forty-
two inches tall. She was cute to say the least.
Barry put on the panties that now fit him and wondered what to do next.
He remembered that Clorice had put the kids' old clothes in the attic
and decided to go up and see if he could find anything to wear in his
daughter's old things.
He paid attention to how his body moved when he walked and relished
every minute of it. He would periodically look down at his smooth panty
covered crotch. He thought about how neat it was to have a void down
there. Then he realized that he did have something in his crotch, it
just wasn't developed and was totally different from what he was used
to having in his crotch. He giggled girlishly at the thought of being a
little girl and then he giggled at giggling like a girl. This was even
more exciting than when he was a woman.
He looked at the clock in the kitchen it was about four o'clock. He
continued his trek to the attic. Once he was in the attic, it didn't
take him too long to locate his daughter's old clothes. He thought
about how funny it was that his daughter was now older than he was. He
had to check in a couple different boxes of clothes before he found the
one with clothes that would fit him. He found a pair of hot pink shorts
and a matching halter top and put those on. He also found a pair of
sandals and donned those as well. He dug a little deeper into the box
and found a short nightgown since he was going to have to sleep in this
form.
He couldn't believe how much energy he seemed to have. It was like he
couldn't calm down. He ran downstairs and turned on the television. He
was afraid to go out looking like such a young girl without a chaperon.
He thumbed through the channels with the remote, but couldn't really
get into anything on television that interested him. He settled on some
cartoons, but he didn't really pay that much attention to them. He felt
the energy was going to cause him to explode. He thought about ways
that he could get out of the house and expend some of it.
He remembered that there was a playground not far from his house and he
figured that he could probably slip out of his house and walk up there
without raising too much suspicion. He had to figure out what to do
about getting back in the house afterward. He didn't have any pockets
to carry a key in. He didn't want to just leave the door open or hide
his keys around the house, just in case someone might find them and
take them. Even if they didn't guess that it went to his house, his not
being able to get it would be inconvenient at the least. Then an idea
struck him. He could use a safety pin to attach the key to his panties.
He turned the television off and ran to the kitchen. It felt good to
run. He also noted the absence of his testicles bouncing on his thighs
as he was used to. He tried to open the drawer that Clorice kept the
safety pins in, but he was too short to get enough leverage to pull it
open. He got a chair form the kitchen table and slid it over to the
drawer and opened it. He found the container and struggled with it for
several minutes before getting it open. He took out one pin and closed
the container and put it back in the drawer. He went to his bedroom and
fished his keys out of his pants. The felt huge in his hands now. After
a few moments of effort, the pin popped open. He slid the pin through
his key ring. Then he tugged the waist band of his panties out the top
of his shorts and ran the pin through it and fastened it. He tucked his
keys and the top of his panties back inside his shorts and left go of
them. The weight of the keys pulled the side of his panties right
through the leg of his shorts and keys bounced against his knee.
He thought a little and decided to take the house key off the ring and
pin it to his panties. He didn't need the rest of them anyway. It
wasn't like he was going to drive his car in the shape he was now. He
only needed one key to get back in and he didn't want any kids to
recognize his son or daughter's bikes so he wouldn't need to go into
the garage to get either of them.
After removing the key from the ring and pinning it back to his
panties, he had no trouble keeping his panties up where they should be.
He slipped out the back door and ran across his back yard and sneaked
through his neighbor's yard to get to the next street so he could walk
to the playground from there. Just as he got to the sidewalk he heard
someone yell, "Hey little girl!"
He kept walking and heard it again, only louder. Then it dawned on him
that he was a little girl. He turned around to see his neighbor
standing on the porch and she was looking directly at him. When she saw
him looking at her, she said, "Little girl. What are you doing? I
watched you cut across my yard and also across my neighbor's yard."
Barry knew that her name was Velma Hopkins, but he thought better of
using her name, even to call her Mrs. Hopkins would make her wonder how
he, a little girl she didn't know, knew her name. he said, "I was just
cutting through to get to the playground."
"Well, I don't want you cutting through my yard and I am sure that Mr.
Ridgewood wouldn't like it either. Don't do it again!" she scolded.
Barry knew she was talking about him and wondered what she would say if
she knew that not only would Mr. Ridgewood not mind, but Mr. Ridgewood
was the one who had done the cutting. She suppressed a giggle, but it
was not unnoticed by the woman, she added, "You can wipe that smirk off
your face young lady! This is not funny."
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," he managed as he turned and ran away.
Running to the playground had helped him with over abundance of energy.
When he got there, he discovered that there were only a couple of other
kids there. They were all a little older than he was now. He went to
the swings and started swinging.
He saw a couple older girls, well older than he was at the moment. They
were jumping rope. He screwed up his nerve and got off the swing and
went over to talk to them.
"Hi my name is Becky," he said to them.
Both girls looked at him as though he were a bug on a windshield. One
said, "I'm sorry, were you talking to us? We don't really like playing
with little kids."
"Oh," he said as he walked away. They couldn't have been more than nine
at the most. That pretty much ruined his fun and he decided to leave.
He walked near his house and like with the motel room, he pretended
like he was going to walk past the house and checked to make sure the
coast was clear and ducked behind his house. He got to his back door
and reached inside his shorts to retrieve his key.
He couldn't feel it. He felt around some more and then pulled his
panties out of his shorts. It was gone, he must have lost it somewhere,
probably when he was on the swings. He wondered what he should do as it
was getting dark and it wasn't wise for a young girl to be out on the
street. He thought that maybe he could bust the lock on the basement
window, he had done that once before. He knelt down by the window and
pushed. Nothing happened. He sat on his rear and pushed with his feet.
It was no use, he was just too small and weak. He realized that going
back to the playground was his only option.
He slipped through Thelma Hopkin's yard again watching for his key.
This time Thelma didn't notice him, but he didn't find the key either.
He walked to the playground looking on the ground the whole way there.
He got to the playground and saw four or five mean looking boys
standing by what looked like a clubhouse or something. It had a
swinging bridge and slide attached to it with a big hollow barrel to
climb in. The boys were probably around ten or eleven. Other then that,
the place was deserted. Nervously, he walked over to the swings. He
looked on the ground where he had been swinging but the ground was
devoid of the key.
Suddenly, he heard one of the boys yell. "Hey pipsqueek!" Barry looked
up. "Yeah, I'm talking to you shortstuff."
"Y-yes?" Barry said nervously.
"Are you looking for this?" the boy said as he held up the key that was
still on the pin.
With relief, Barry moved closer to the boys, who seemed a little less
threatening now. "Yes," he said, "I'm looking for that key."
When Barry got close to them, the one with the key said, in a lower
tone, "Perhaps we can make a trade."
Barry was confused, he had nothing to trade. As he wondered what the
boy wanted to trade, he began to get nervous once again. "What do you
mean by a trade?" He asked, his cute little girl voice ringing his ears
reminding him of the gravity of the situation. He was starting to get a
pretty good idea what they wanted him to trade for the key.
"Well," the boy began, "Sticks here," he pointed to a smaller boy, "I
told him that boys have a hot dog and girls have the bun, but he don't
believe me. Suppose you show us what's in your underwear and I'll give
you the key. Maybe you can even show us how a hot dog fits in your
bun." He smiled a wicked smile that sent a shiver up Barry's small
spine.
Now, Barry was more than nervous, he was afraid. "Please, can't I just
have my key?"
"Show us and you can have it," the larger boy repeated.
Barry thought a moment. He knew that he was much too weak to fight with
these boys and get his key back. He was too small to even fight with
one of them. Perhaps, he could use a rock to smash his basement window
open. He would have to change that lock in the morning if he left his
key, but he could block the door for tonight. He did the only thing he
could, he turned and ran.
He could hear footsteps behind him. They got louder with each step he
took. He knew that he probably would never outrun them, but he had to
try. He wasn't just going to take his clothes off for them like some
kind of junior slut. Just as he got to the gate of the playground, he
felt a hand on his shoulder then another. He felt arms snake around his
waist and someone picked him up. He started to scream, but a hand
covered his mouth. "Not so fast, little girl," the big boy told Barry.
The boy carried him back to the "clubhouse" and laid him on the bottom
of the barrel. Suddenly, Barry felt hands grabbing at his clothes and
roughly pulling them off of him. In a matter of moments. Barry lay
naked with the boys all pulling his legs apart and looking at what was
there. "See Sticks, I told you they had hot dog buns," one of the other
boys said. "I told you that I saw my sister a couple of times," The
same boy added.
By this time, Barry had tears streaming down his face. He tried to
struggle but the only thing this accomplished was having the boys
tighten their grip on his arms and legs. He stopped struggling and just
laid there. One boy lit a lighter so they could get a better look.
Barry could feel the heat from it in his groin. Finally, the boy that
apeared to be the leader of the group said, "Hey, let's take turns
putting our hot dogs in her bun." All the other boys laughed ant
agreed.
That caused enough fear to pump adrenaline through Barry's small body
and jerked out of the boys' grasp. His clothes were in a pile beside
him so he grabbed them and ran. He didn't hear footfalls behind him and
turned to see if they were giving chase. They were all sitting in the
barrel laughing at him. He just stopped and looked at them for a
moment. He turned to run again when he heard the first boy hollered
again. "Hey pipsqueek, hold up."
Barry could tell from the sound of the voice that they boy hadn't moved
any closer to him so he stopped and turned around. The boys were still
giggling. The leader said, "Here!" He hurled the key at Barry. "A
deal's a deal." The key landed a couple of feet in front of Barry.
He took a couple cautious steps forward and retrieved the key. The boys
still hadn't moved so Barry decided to get dressed. He was just setting
his clothes down when they all made a break for him. He scooped his
clothes back up and turned and ran naked right out of the playground.
Barry was out the gate and starting down the street when he realized
that he was not being chased. He looked back again and they were
standing at the gate laughing and slapping each other on the back. The
leader yelled, "That's for not cooperating. Now go home to your dollies
little girl," With that said, the all turned and went back to
"clubhouse".
Barry set his clothes down and pulled the panties up his legs while
keeping a weary eye out for