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This story is meant for free fan distribution to TG fiction sites throughout the web. Please enjoy the story and be free with your comments or critiques! ============================================================ Fork Leaf Clover: SHAMrock Stand-In II By Dee Eon Kicking heels high after my slippers' metal taps clicked and rapped the parquet floor like a machine gun below my long legs and flouncing embroidered clover green velvet skirt, my passionate solo jig to the mournful wails of bagpipes wound up my Irish dance troupe's program in the Lingus Ballroom at Hibernian Hall. The audience applauded to my curtsy and I glimpsed a mirrored wall of the floor where a winsome and willowy preteen looker stood with slippers and frilly anklets in a T-stand stance, her mildly mounded embroidered bodice heaving and falling and heaving in cadence my own aloof winded breath. I wanted to applaud too even from afar, but that would've been redundant since I pulled the strings of every step and tap and whirl she performed. Still, even before the clapping chief Hibernian, Mr. Derry moved up and distracted me, I again felt that eerie naughty tingle of fascination in the Celtic cutie up from her well-turned ankles and long legs and full fluted skirt and slender curves and pretty oval face and pert nose framed by a fluffy auburn mane. Damn, still can't help it but she's such a nice chicklette! Just seeing that made my contrary chagrin creating her worthwhile. Sometimes it's hard to believe I have her in me! We stifled a giggle. "Such the talented lass you be, Miss Sheila O'Riley with twinkling emerald stars for eyes!" Derry jovially declared, "What sass! What fire! We need more gay prancing colleens as yourself leading the cause!" I glimpsed my fellow troupers who gnashed guy grins and muffled girl giggles. "Er, thank you, sir," I demurely said with an apt trained curtsy, its quaint time-bridging tradition sapping its sissiness. Personally, I didn't think Sheila's dance 'talent' was really all that exceptional, but then others didn't expect a lissome girl's tap toes and heels to belt the floor with the force and drive of a boy and I was sure that our club's dance director, Mrs. Mahoney, was being coy about that fact. I couldn't understand why--unless she somehow felt saying that would somehow hurt Sheila's feelings. Sheila's feelings! Hey, who's Sean McCullough, uh? Chopped liver?? No wonder I sometimes felt like I was in my own shadow. "'Gay prancing colleens'!" Andrew laughed afterwards in the Hall's dressing rooms where my troupe buddies doffed black jackets and saffron kilts. "Boy, would he be surprised!" he japed, throwing me a wink. "I don't really like fooling nice people," I murmured a little to loudly and blushed as the guys looked up at me and my very different costume and effect. "Well, if you didn't we wouldn't be here, right?" Bob quipped. "Or half the guys out there droolin'!" Andrew added to my wince, further stinging my gagged and twitching male ego; Damn! Bad enough these daze screens jerk you around with bullshit fantasies, they don't filter out assholes either! "Hey, com'on, Sean, just a joke!" Andrew said. "Maybe it's no kilt, but you're still one of us 'neath those skirts, right?" "Yea," Bob said with a funny look. "You sure been acting funny the last couple of weeks, Sean." I held my breath than prick the bubble with a fuck-off. "'Funny'? How?" "Well, you're way quieter and don't frown all that much anymore." "Yea, even when someone calls you 'pretty' when you're all dressed like that!" added Andrew. "You even talk and move like the girls do a lot more. I mean, like you forget to stop acting Sheila sometimes. If you don't watch it, people gonna REALLY think you're a sissy!" I gnashed down an outburst, yet vexed how to exactly parry that remark in Sheila's prissy demure character. To be truthful, the guys in my troupe gave me a lot of slack and support and sympathy in my dual role as boy dancer and club primer donna hoofer and Irish tourist board model, Sheila O'Riley. They respected that 'she' helped bring in the bacon to run the troupe and our tours and charities so there wasn't anything really mean-spirited about their teases and taunts, still, sometimes even their jesting comradery crossed the line. I really didn't want to break out of my daze screen to take the full reins and awareness of my body, not if it was really still garbed as a girl. Playing Sheila was a lot like riding a bike without touching the handle bars; so long as the way ahead was straight and had gradual turns you could just ride and not touch anything, but any sharp corners or rough roads demanded hands-on attention. So far, I'd been proud and relieved how well I managed to do Sheila by remote without the humiliation of actually being in her stead. I'd been fighting to assert masculinity over looks since kindergarten and I didn't need to slide back now by shifting into reality mode to assume a person contrary my struggling male ego and vanity. "Hey guys, give Sean a break! He's lookin' great makin' us all look good!" I glimpsed Kevin with his coy champion smile and my quiet sigh wished he weren't so obvious, like the way my junior jock friend slipped over by me. Very softly I admonished; "Really shouldn't meet like this." "Just catching you before you changed!" the thirteen-and-half year-old junior jock quipped, shrugging off my cautious glance at the other guys. "It's okay, they know we're best friends" "'Just' I hope!" I rued and he smirked as my saner skittish left out the hallway and no sooner did I turn a corner then he was reaching for my gored waist before I anxiously whirled aside. "Kevin!" I hissed softly. "Stop fooling around! It's bad enough they're starting to think that I--that Sean's turning soft and sissy because I hang around with you too long after I really need to be around. If I mess up his macho reputation you can forget about seeing me again!" "Hey, it's not like I'm doing it out in front of them! Gee whiz! You're so damn serious!" "I am because it's very hard!" "You're telling me!" he quipped to my slap of his hand. "Really! It's very--difficult trying not to think like Sean or believe I'm really him so I can feel this way about you." Yea, all sissy smarmy meek like no guy ought be, still, it feels so awesome whenever he touches or even smiles at me! Man! My hot wild imagination's something else! "How about me??" he muttered. "It's a real pain in the ass that you can't come out all by yourself except 'till someone asks Sean to play you for something special!" "That's just how it works, Kevin. We're not really separate people, you know. ---UHH!!" I gasped as he brashly grabbed my waist. "Kevin! Someone might see!" "Sure; just a guy doing his chick. Even the Hibernians aren't that hung up!" "Honestly, Kevin Shea--!" "Shhh...." he coaxed, cockily pulling my anxious shy to nuzzle my nose and brush lips to kindle instant butterflies fluttering deep my navel thawing my skittish against my will. Oh gosh!... He's so brash and likes me so much, despite the fact he knows that I'm really a...a... Kev's lips pressed mine, rousting more butterflies from my crushed navel. Ohhhh..... O heck! Still feels smug and sneaky seeing my best friend fawning blind over me like this, even if it's just a figment of my imagination! I remember our very first kiss a few months ago--even though in reality it didn't really happen just like now--when he backed a dolled-up Sheila out a birthday party and against the hedges of a starry yard garden to brashly press her cornered breathless lips. Jeese! The thought's so faggy sissy--but the sensation's so awesome--at least in a daze screen! Anyway, I'm not all that blind of what could've happened in the garden; I somberly knew 'Sheila' was an Irish brochure pin-up in many boys' lockers and she got fan mail I didn't read. That she did hinted to me that she must've been more comely than I could ever admit to myself to cause that. I mean, in Sheila makeup and wig and getup, I often found myself more than a little stirred by the chicklette in my sis Noreen's mirror, so I'm sure Kev might've kind of 'forget' who 'Sheila' really was in the yard that night, but in reality the outcome wasn't all that racy as my wild dreams spins. I recall chiding his amnesic cow-eyes off before he even came close and he sulked and cooled off in the back seat off while mom drove us home, end party. I did puke when I got home and stained that dress that caused all my qualms, but ever since that night I found the macho-sparing ability to daze dream and detach myself from a girl-pose coached and groomed by eager troupe leaders and my own cheerfully accomplice mom. It was a neat daydream-like ability that veiled my strained male ego from the humiliation of playing a girl with full awareness. It was kind of like driving a car very slowly through a forest in heavy fog at night and sometimes it was hard telling trees of reality from deer of illusion but I navigated the real world pretty well so, and besides, those deer were often pretty neat does to fool around with. Even if they always turned up a buck instead. Ohhhh...my awesome buck Kevin! Another tingle flowered from my belly. Oh, gosh... Jeese! I could get used to this moist mashing mouths thing even with a guy--at least in sissy daydreams like this! What were we really doing right now? That's the thing about daze screens; wild ungovernable fantasies distort your already foggy view of reality. You had to rely on common sense to filter it out, but not too much or else you'd strain the thrill. Chances were that Kevin and I were actually just busy changing of course, so till my daze screen finally shed Sheila's male-damning threads, what better way to burn idle time than indulge a crazy faggy fantasy no real macho guy would really ever do?... I felt firm kneading lips peel from my pantings and my lush feathery lashes fluttered open before Kevin's sly grin as he fingered an auburn tendril brushing my brow. "So cute n' cool!" "What is?" "That dreamy look you always got like you're half-asleep. Makes you so sly and sexy!" I giggled. "Well, this IS a daydream! Just better make sure you don't wake me up!" I coyly admonished and he chuckled. "Mmm. I wanna live dangerously!" "Kevin!" I chided before he took me by surprise with another mash of lips beating more butterflies up my spine, my lame resistance melting as his lips gently kneaded my soft gasp-moan. I--I really shouldn't.... Oh, he's so crazy! Oh, it's all so crazy! I ought be cringing from him, not moving even closer. But it doesn't matter. It's all just a wild sissy daze screen. A stage for forbidden feelings. I have to remember that. Always. Just a wild forbidden delicious whimsy... A honking truck outside startled us and gave my winded wits a chance to recover and push away. He chuckled and reached again but I slapped his hands away. "Are you joking?? Do you want to get caught?" "Why should you care if all this's only Sean's daydream to you?" "Because I'm treating it like it's really happening just in case it is, even though I know this is really just a daydream!" "Right. That makes sense!" he chaffed and I lugubriously pouted with disapproval. "Kevin, if I don't believe that, you're going to have find some other bimbette to tease, understand?" He grumbled. "You and Sean's gay daydreams!" I winced inside. Damn! Hate it when freakin' illusions like him get off cocky with shit like that! "He's no more gay than you are!" I parried. He smirked. "Cute. Well, you'd fool any guy that you're a pretty chick--and I never hit on Sean either, right? But you let me pet n' neck even though I'm still a guy to you--and him inside you, so how else can I think?" "There's a touch of gay mixed inside any friendship. Boys just don't let it show like girls do," I demurred, reposting, "And besides, you moved on Sean at the party, remember?" "That wasn't all Sean. It was you first coming out of him method acting his perfect dreamgirl, right?" "Well, I don't know how 'perfect' I am. I'm just doing my best to 'pass', that's all." "You're perfect, Sheila. To everyone who sees you." "Thanks to Mahoney coaching me--Sean to act a girl so hard, not because I--he had any in him!" I vainly asserted. "Maybe not, still you're good. The other guys don't even see you being Sean pretending it anymore, you know" Thanks, Kev. That really pumps my self-esteem! "I--Sean puts up being me only because he loves folk dancing even more than the shame, Kevin. It feels great dancing to people and seeing them clap for you. When I dance at hospitals and nursing homes and see their faces light up at my dance, Sean feels like he could die happy a thousand times. It's worth it for him, even if he has to pass as a girl to do it. Only thing is his macho shuts his mind from dolling-up and playing me until it became like a habit so he could bask in the attention without thinking about me." "Like how we get dressed without even thinking 'bout it?" "In a way, only I'm that 'habit' now and he's far away from anything to do with me." "Far away in this 'daydream', right?" "Actually Sean calls it his 'daze screen'. He's playing me through a dreamy daydream, so even though he's--supposedly-- acting me out in the real world, he doesn't have to believe everything's for real, like you and I, see?" "Weird!" I simpered. "It's not that weird! Many people with boring jobs do something like that to forget their work and clock." "Shit! Wish I could do that for school!" My real chuckle dream-giggled. "Well, you cut class. Much the same thing! Like today; I--Sean came here to play Sheila for the Hibernians, but I'm the one who got dressed as me and danced, not him." "So he doesn't have to be embarrassed playing a girl, right?" "Pretty much." "But you act and dress more dainty and prissy than even the other girls in the club! Than most girls even!" "Because I'm how he imagines the perfect girl oughta be like. Just like you have one." "Sure, but my dreamgirl doesn't hijack my bod and sister's clothes!" he japed till I pouted and he waved it off. "I know, I know; 'it's not that way'! But I still can't see how a guy who says he ain't gay doesn't mind another guy hitting on him--er, on you--in his daydreams." "Only to a point. I mean, most all boys at one time or another have kinky wonders about what it's like being moved on by another boy." "Hey, speak for yourself, babe!" "It's true! Sean loves all the tingles and thrills I get whenever we're together, He loves seeing me dressed frilly and romantic like he thinks all girls oughta be. It gives him a real warm fuzzy feeling, just like how he loves seeing me model and pose too." "Mean he gets hot seeing you all guzzied up sassy and stuff?" I blushed. "Er, maybe 'excited's a better word," I abashedly admitted and he cackled. "Man, that Sean's a sly sucker, ain't he? Bet he peeps girls' bathrooms too!" "No he doesn't! I'm just telling you that I'm--that he's still as macho as you are. He's just getting his kicks dreaming he's a chick through me! I--He doesn't really want to be one!" So far, I hope! This could be a bad habit, like! "Mean you're like a secret excuse for him to see what it's like, huh?" "I wouldn't exactly put it that way..." "Well, if he's into getting his jollies off you on the sly, then maybe he'd like a little more thrills--" He lunged and caught me but I whirled clear from his smirk. "Too freakin' coy!" "Don't prick the bubble, Kevin!" I scolded. "Bubble?" "Yes! Long as I--Sean thinks it's all just a wild daydream and he's enjoying it, I'm okay, but if I start to really doubt that..." "He'll wake, huh?" "Like a nightmare." "If that's true, how come his macho doesn't pop you when we pet n' neck an stuff?" "Most dreams tickle you with forbidden fun and stuff we don't mind enjoying since we can't control it, right? But you can only stretch it so much before his male ego gets bruised, understand?" "Shit! You're saying that--that we can't ever really make out or shit without ticking him off, right?" Vexed, my hands flew to my hips; "Is that all you can think about?" "What else is there?" "Really!" I chided but he only chuckled and drew me close, stroking my hips' embroiled velvet pleats while looking like Moses gazing at the forbidden Promised Land. "I want you bad, Sheila. Real bad, you know?" I blushed, grateful and wishing I could tell him that my heart sprung from Sean's deep friendship. Perhaps even deeper. "I'm not even thirteen yet, Kevin," I ruefully admonished. He snickered. "Like half the eighth grade hasn't done it already? This really sucks!" "Maybe it's for the better." "What?" My mildly padded bosom heaved with a sober sigh. "Kevin, as much as I love you, it can ruin your manhood well as Sean's, don't you see?" "No--" he held my waist tight like I was going to escape forever or he making a promise. "Someday, somehow, it's just going to be all you. A real girl top to toes like a lot of guys are switching! No sharing nothing with Sean! Just you! Just like those He-Starlets on Orphra!" "I doubt Sean wants a sex change, Kevin," I rued. "He's worked too hard proving he's a boy to people and to himself. Besides, this is like having his cake and eating it too." "Aggg!!" Kevin pined and I felt so bad that even my modesty didn't protest as his palms stroked the thighs of my velvet pleated skirt in less an erotic move than possessive. It felt so safe and cozy and tingly and I wanted to cuddle under his arm. So awesome. He really wants to take care of me. I could forget all my troubles and let him protect me and be happy forever. No wonder being Sheila feels so--dangerous. He wistfully asked. "Do you think maybe...maybe if I could kinda play up on him, maybe I could seduce him to like being you always?" "Not if you want a fat lip!" I wryly quipped, turning tender. "Kevin, I'm happy it's this way, really. If it weren't for you, I'd still be just a wild wonder in Sean's dreams." "Huh. If you only knew what you do to my dreams!" he grumbled, knitting his fingers behind my waist to draw my lips and hips against his and I felt his budge mashing my velvet-sheathed counterpart. An instinctive flash of macho appall braced me then wafted in the pardon of dreams to let me settle into our cuddly huddle. Actually we were pretty tame compared a lot of kids considering, but by necessity I had to be the more reasonable and modest one in our strange astral rapport. Kevin was my best friend, but my virility and self-esteem and macho had bad qualms about it sliding past that. Even indulging a sissy daze screen. "Hey!!" shouted Bob from around the corner and startling us apart. "What you two sissies doin' back there? Smoochin'??" I blushed but Kevin only grinned. "Not a bad idea." "Kevin!" I quietly scolded, returning inside to hastily wipe my light makeup and put up my wig and dance costume then throwing on Sean's sweatshirt and jeans and scruffy sneakers. In street clothes again too, Kevin returned wearing a dour face as I fluffed my pressed locks into a boyish mop. "A doll even a dude," he morosely quipped." Time to turn back into a pumpkin, huh?" A sissy softness budded deep my chest and on impulse I sneaked a peck on his cheek and faced him with soulful eyes." You're always my Prince Charming, Kevin." "Yea..." He paused. "Suppose...suppose Sean knew that he really was daydreaming you to...to be with me as a girl for real?" An icy fist clenched my soft warm feeling; "He'd kill you," I flatly uttered as a deadly scold. "Don't ever think that wild again, Kevin. Not if you ever want to see me again--or keep a friend." "Uh...yea. Sorry," he murmured and I reached to grapple his hands to briefly nuzzle then with a rueful breath I pulled away and closed my eyes and thought about everything I did since we arrived-- My eyes blinked from my daze to smirk at Kevin's funny sober look. I snorted to myself. Right. Like I'd really let fairy shit like that happen! Well, showtime's over. Time to ditch the daze screen! "What you starin' at for, huh?" I snapped at his sudden sheepish look. "Er, no, I was just--just checking out your--your hair," he said, picking at my short brown locks. "There. No more confetti, see?" I shrugged and looked at the neatly hung girls' dancing costume in all its intricate embroidery and tassels. It was pretty artwork in its own right and there was no embarrassment for even a guy to admire it. I don't even really mind doing the girlie jig thing by itself; I mean a great dance's a great dance, but I'm just not cut out for passing as chicks and shit. Thank god I'm doing it on daze screen autopilot now! Well, time to land. I came out from behind the closet door with 'my' Sheila costume on a hanger. "Hey, who's callin' who a sissy, huh??" Andrew chuckled. "No way!!" Bob put up his hands. "Kiddin??" I snorted at my buddies and faced Kevin. "How 'bout you, loverboy??" I chaffed. The start on his face was electric. "Huh??" I grinned. "Hope you only just liked my dancin'!" I quipped, my wry smirk gesturing at his bulging fly. Kevin blushed. "Er, no...I was--was thinking of--of Aislynn." "You got the hots for Aislynn?" I derided as he beat a retreat for the lavatory. Jeese! Our close-knit troupe was more like a family than a social club so it was hard to believe he was horny over one of the girls. That's almost as bad as--as, well, say him really moving on me in Sheila drag in real life! **** "Wants Sheila to baby-sit--tonight??" I balked over homework in my bedroom. "Why didn't Mrs. Mahoney phone me before?" Without lifting his head from his books Kevin shrugged. "I guess she was too busy so she asked me to." "Damn! Hate babysitting!" "Thought Sheila loved it--I mean, that you liked little kids." "Sure, I like little kids. Just not watching them, that's all!" I rued with a sober sigh. "They make you get too silly and soft playing with them and talking to them. Whenever Sheila goes, it feels like I'm getting a little more meeker somehow..." I felt Kevin staring at me and hastily shifted. "I mean, I hate it when everyone thinks I just turn into--just play Sheila like a stupid light!" "It's hard, huh?" "Sucks. Imagine you climbing into girls' clothes whenever someone asks!" "No way! I mean, I couldn't. But you keep on doing it, right?" Kevin said less as a question than a statement and I sighed and plopped on the bed, grudgingly admitting; "Only because--because I like dancing. I love it, even if it's a girls' part. Someday I'm going to be in Riverdance and the Belfast Theater and be lead dancer there. It'd be so rad--and playing Sheila gives me another chance to dance more that we guys don't get. That's the only reason I play her. It's not because I love being in drag!" "We all know that, Sean. We don't laugh at you because we know! Gee, everyone's amazed how great Sheila's moves are! Even better a girl than the real girls!" Kevin quipped, his chuckle fading at my frown. "Well, I mean, you--you sure know how to act Sheila great." "Right," I muttered, reflecting. "Maybe I got coached too hard. Mom and sis aren't any help. They love grooming me into Sheila. Sometimes I think they wish I stayed Sheila!" "Hey, com'on, that's not true!" Kevin declared, but somehow it didn't sound all that supportive to me. "I--Everyone think you're doing a great job, Sean. Not too many guys got the guts to do what you do to help make others happy, you know?" Kevin said with a warm reverence in his eyes that touched something soft deep my chest. Jeese, what a buddy and a half! Kev's the kind who'll stick by you thick and thin. Any wonder I've wild dreams about rewarding him in ways no real guy would? "What are you chuckling about?" Kevin asked and I shrugged. "You don't wanna know--and I shouldn't even be thinking it," I demurred, nodding it off and soberly heading out for Noreen's happy assistance, and for a moment catching his odd shy glance up at me. *** It was starry twilight when I skipped on Mahoney's block and paused to primp my fave tartan jumper's skirt whose crinoline slip belled it out such that my legs looked even longer in my charcoal suede skimmer pumps and yellow knee socks matching a mildly mounded puff-sleeved blouse draped by twin ribboned auburn ponytails sprouting from each side of my parted scalp. Back in Noreen's closet mirror I looked a cute proper carrot-topped nine-year-old daddy's girl, and in a weird way that image titillated me as much as mom's eager grooming. But she's right; why are girls so shoddy into jeans and sneakers and scraggly hair when they look so much nicer all dressed up? Just takes an extra fifteen minutes or so but the difference it makes, and not just looks! Boys would dump their Levi's and Reeboks if knew just how silky and cozy and free it feels being enveloped in swirly skirts with only breezes caressing your smooth bare legs! I giggled. Can you believe I'm thinking like this? Funny how sissy prissy daze screens make you! But then you'd still want to look your best, even if you gotta pass as a chicklette. Besides, I gotta admit I look kinda cute in the mirror as Sheila. Even during my first traumatic conscious days modeling as Sheila, I was always amazed how cosmetics and garments could transform my spindly boy-fact so completely; how spandex bodysuits crunched and curved my angular frame into a sleek figure and sheer support tights molded skinny legs into sleek pretty columns and how auburn wigs fluffily framed the powdered and painted face of a comely twin sister. Though I preferred to see Sheila in my mirror as so, I also felt a disturbing awe manifested by tingly throbs hidden under layers of cotton and chiffon or waking up damp with lingering images of her. Ironically, it was such thrills that helped fuel my enthrall and acceptance of my grudging masquerade. Besides, it was more exciting and innocent and less condemning than hands yanking under the sheets. So even though male ego pushed my Sheila role behind a daze screen's flaky quarantine away from sissy contamination, I still basked the awesome sensations my pretty proxy-self passed me, along with whatever delicious blameless damnations that came along. I heard a scuffing step nearby and my skirt whirled out with my spin about and I gasped at-- "Kevin!" I cried, relaxing with vexed relief. "You almost scared my panties off! What are you doing here?" "To tell you forget about Mahoney." "But I'm babysitting--" "Er, that was bogus," he shyly admitted, moving up to clasp my thick narrow belt. Truth dawning, I petulantly smirked. "That wasn't very nice, Kevin! Tricking Sean to get me out here!" "It did, didn't it?" "Kevin, I--Sean went out of his way to come here. Right now he's pissed that you must've lied! He could wake right now!" "Not with you all dolled-up like this! He'd die first!" I shook my head. "You're guessing an awful lot, Kevin." "Let me ask you, Sheila--" he said, clasping my docile waist. "do you think Sean's so ticked off that he'd rather break off you being with me?" "Oh, you're so full of it!" I scolded just as he lowered his face at mine, his mouth briefly chasing my dodging mouth before capturing it in a moist press. Talk about delicious damnations! Oh, this dude's so freakin' cocky! Man! If Kevin ever really moved on me like this I'd karate him out flatter than a pancake! Even though he's showing me how much he likes me. Kinda. I guess I can sit 'neath a tree in the park somewhere awhile... *** We were actually pretty reserved as most junior high kids go, petting and necking-wise lolling under the nearby park's secluded stand of trees, our worked-up groping passions blooming from the novel fondling experimentations of prepubescence than any real Playboy-grade erotic overtures. The closest we came to such was when Kevin surprised me by sprawling upon me and began rubbing his jeans' fly against my full billowy skirt. "Wh--What are you doing?" I panted. He murmured in my ear. "It's okay, just relax." "But what are you doing?" "Just--dry humpin', that's all," he said like a casual locker room veteran as he rocked back and forth while his butt bounced over me. "'Dry-humping'?" "Yea. It's safe and you don't have to feel embarrassed 'bout takin' off your clothes or nothin'. Just relax and like it." "Feels--silly!" "Look, just relax okay? Spread your knees a little more, okay?" "Let's just hug again. This is silly!" "Damn, Sheila!" I sighed and grudgingly relaxed my legs for him to settle between them to better continue rubbing the fronts of our clothed hips together like rubbing fire sticks. Jeese! He's so cocky, doing this faggy grind shit on me! Can't believe I'm just laying here taking it, even as a freakin' dream! I'm a guy, not a sissy fag, damnit! I'm gonna get up and...and... Oooooohhhh.... I felt weak pulsing warmth bloom deep inside my skirts where his rocking pressure most kneaded upon, tensing and opening like a soft fist capturing my breath and sapping my wits. O wow... Awed, I laid still as warm tingly sparks spread through me like trillions of tiny tricklely ants. Awesome!... My feathery eyelashes knit shut tight and I felt myself breathing like a runner in a race, like Kevin was, as though he was desperate for something to happen. I would've helped, if I had known what it was supposed to be, and if I had not been so numbed in every part of my body from that tight hot place under my skirt where Kevin's budging fly ground against me in a slow rocking rhythm. Ooooh!... I was overwhelmed by the tense tingly sensation that spread from swelling place to every other part of my being. Seeping my closed eyelashes a rainbow mist clouded Kevin and seemed to brighten and grow. Kevin's budging fly ground and mowed my sheathed swelling twin as it throbbed and tingled me all over. Of its own accord my hips began cycling with Kevin's, rising and falling against his in a tight shameless undulating meld while I was lost in a warm sweet breathless pounding haze, my witless wayward delight evermore mounting until I thought I could no longer tolerate it. And then it culminated in a burst even more delicious, a sort of soft explosion, like a cotton pod bursting deep my panties. At the same moment, Kevin also breathed out a long soft moan of what even, even in my ignorance, even half unconsciousness in my own sweet delirium, even I recognized as our rapturous releases. Then he collapsed limply upon the length of my body. We lay there for some time, both of us panting hard. I slowly became aware that the rainbow was fading. Jeese!... Totally awesome daze screen! Popping off--and without messing any hands! "Awesome!" Kevin murmured "Yea!" I panted, enthralled. He moved off me and grimaced. "What's wrong?" "Cold and sticky somewhere..." he abashedly demurred and I sensed a familiar sensation 'somewhere' too. "Yea! Ugh!" "You too??" he said, looking at me funny before sheepishly chuckling. "Er, I suppose you can, uh? Er, I gotta change," he said, getting up to go behind a tree and taking his cue I sat up and hiked my skirts and worked my soggy panties off. Yuk! "'Dry', uh??" I chaffed as Kevin returned, one jeans pocket pregnant with a stuffed underbrief.. "It's like my--Sean's underpants when he wakes up sometimes!" "Er, can I have them?" Kevin asked. "Why??" "To show the guys at school! Don't worry, I won't tell them whose it is." "Why you want to show some boys my underwear??" "Com'on! Every jock knows getting a girls' panties means you got it!" "Got what?" "You know! Got--got...er...well, maybe not with you," he demurred, looking at my quizzical wince. "I mean, not yet. You're special, Sheila. I have to find out--er, find out about how to--er, how to do it like--things that has to do with--with doing you the right way, like, not like with normals girls, you know?" "I honestly don't know what you mean," I issued, dismissing his blabber. "Can we do that hump thing again?" *** "Least you look more a pretty tomboy than a boy!" Kevin grumbled after I changed into Sean's jeans and gingham shirt in his bedroom to see him spreading our school stuff all over Sean's bed as though a regular study together night. Still... "Hope you're right Kevin," I nervously said. "He's been wandering out there for over an hour, pissed as anything I just know!" "Look, he didn't wake, even through all the shit we did, right? That means he still wants this to be a daydream to fool him even deeper." "Even though you're warning him by telling me?" "Look, he didn't leave this house after Noreen made you over; you did. All he knows is what you did outside, not what he thinks he would've done going over to baby-sit." "Oh Kevin, this is so chancy! What if he doesn't believe you?" "It'll work. Trust me," Kevin said, coming over to hold my waist. "The last thing in the world Sean wants to face up to is that he's really been..." and he kissed me and stroked my denim flanks and I wanted to stay lost and snug in his hug but anxiously broke that trance and I moved away to perch the edge of the bed where Sean's school stuff were spread while Kevin plopped on the floor by his books and nodded at me. "Bye," I said with weak wave and closed my eyes and drew a breath to give up this one delicious daze screen and blinked and looked around at the school stuff around the room and Kevin writing in a notebook like a test cram. I smirked over grinding teeth. Yea, like he's really studying. Freakin' faker! I saw you setting this place up right front my eyes to bullshit me, asshole. Kevin innocently looked up. "What's up, Sean?" What's up? That supposed to be funny? What do you take me for, a fool? My best friend messing with me the worst way on the sly? Oh man, that super-sucks like hurt! My ready tongue-lashing bit my lip-- Wait--wait--wait! Supposed it really was a 'she' dream , right? I mean, I sure hope it was! Com'on, it just had to be, right? So why don't I remember my drag dance favor babysitting? Unless it didn't happen? Unless-- Nonplused, I glanced the clock. "Shit. I--I'm late for that babysitting shit!" "Missed nothing! Mahoney phoned and called it off, remember?" Remember what? That I never really left the house? "Mean, we been--studying instead all this time?" "Sure we been studying! What else would've we been doing??" Kevin gibed a funny way that should've slighted had I been on the joke--which I couldn't have been if I was sane and straight because I'd never let any dude move on me like that except in some wild sissy dream, right? Besides, do you really think Kev's so low as to take advantage of any schizoid she-me of mine on the sly like that? Com'on! Sheepish and bemused, I feigned nonchalance and sat next one of my open books and tried to recall skimming chapter nine. *** Feeling indefinably unsettled, I sat by Kevin in the school cafeteria. "I--I heard guys laughing in the locker room that you were waving around a pair of panties." He clucked. "Yea! They couldn't believe I scored one, even after they sniffed her come in it!" "So...who was it?" I asked, more curious than I needed to be. He suddenly mellowed shy and shrugged. "Just a fox." "You're not really...messing with girls, are you Kev?" "What kinda question's that?" "Just--asking. I mean, you're just bragging like most the guys, right?" "Look, I'm thirteen-and-a-half, Sean. How am I gonna get in the jock crowd in high school without a little experience, you know?" I muttered. "Too young for that kind of 'experience'." "Shit, half the eighth grade's that 'experienced'. Where you been?" "I just--don't think girls are toys, that's all." "If they like to be, so what?" he said to my clenched lip. "Don't knock it till you know you tried it," he quipped and I spun my face at him. "What's that mean?" I said and he fell sheepish. "I mean...mean that someday you'll have a girlfriend and you'll get it, that's all," he nonchalantly explained, returning to sip his soda straw, though somehow in some subtle damning way I don't think that's not what he really meant. *** "Oh, thank goodness I caught you, Sean!" Mrs. Mahoney said, dropping my our house. "Grant High has International Day next week, and I just know that they'd be thrilled if Sheila O'Riley made a special dance appearance?" My chest did flip-flops. O joy! O suck! *** The high school auditorium erupted with applause to my winded curtsy and I skipped off the stage to let the Jamaican steel drum people do their turn, slipping out a side exit to elude any of Sheila's model fans with their waving autograph books and requests for beauty tips. Right! Still, I really enjoyed doing that show too! Even through a daze screen as a chick, that was cool. It's like being in the back seat of your own mind and someone else's driving! Just tell the cabbie where ya wanna go and dance! I mean me-- consciously faking being a dainty demure chicklette? No way! Since I also came in my Celtic costume without a clothes change I kept my daze screen up going outside to wait for mom to drive up when a blue T-Bird convertible slid by the curb. Without my thinking my breath sucked in at the husky jock behind the wheel. Fair, husky Nordic type bulging broad polo shirts. Jeese! Just the perfect hunk to cast as 'Thor'. Awesome! And just the kind of bod Sean wished he looked like! You couldn't help being more than a tad jealous! He looked me over and that tickled me too. "Hi!" he silkily greeted. "Caught your dance. You were great!" "Oh? Er, thank you," my coy soft girl-voice voice faked by itself. "And that dress looks super." "Thank you so." "And the fox in it even nicer." I blushed. Oh my! "Say, what school are you from? I thought I knew most the chicks in the high schools 'round here." Surprised, I twittered. "High school?? Oh, I'm not in--" Vanity gnashed my tongue. What on earth was I doing?? About to tell a gorgeous high school stud that I was really some lowly eighth-grade guy-geek in La Fez Middle School when he's taken me for a high school woman? A girl's Celtic folk costume generally made you look like a quaintly romantic ten-year-old, not even a slightly taller than average junior high girl much less an honest-to-goodness high school woman-chick! Awesome! "'Not'?" he quizzically prompted and I hastily unbit my coral-glossed lip. "I--I--I'm not in public school. I go to--to St. Mary's' Academy." "The girls' school, right? I guess you don't get hit by too many guys there, eh?" "Er, not really..." "Biff Barrington." "Barrington.. Not the All City star draft quarterback?" "Sports fan too, eh? Nice. I dig well-rounded girls." I blushed and giggled. O Wow! It was one thing to bask the brash stroking gazes of wistful boys, but this guy was a high school MAN, with his own car, and a star jock, hitting on me like another Barbie cheerleader! Awesome! "Say, wanna lift beautiful?" "Lift??" I blurted with skittish wistfulness at his classic wheels. "Er, I--I don't know..." "Promise I won't bite," he japed, leaning over to open the passenger door, and nervous and giggling I shyly teased my roiling tresses. "I--I really shouldn't, you know." "Com'on, you're no kid playing mommy's rules, are you?! You're your own woman, right?" I giggled with demure enthrall; Me--A woman?? A real teen-age woman?? Gee! Whatta concept! Must be Noreen's new 34A! "So tell me, where do pretty Irish lassies like to dine?" "Dine? Er, I dunno. MacDonalds?" "Mean 'Mc' Donalds, don't ya, me lovely lass??" he japed with a brogue tingling through me. "Naw. We can do way better than some breadburgers. Like babyback ribs?" "Love it! I mean...when I'm able." He reached over and patted the passenger bucket seat. "Well, meet your enabler!" "I...I'd really like to...really..." "Hey, I'm harmless! Ask anyone here! I'm the BMOC!" "BMOC?" "Big man on campus--and your welcome wagon!" he beamed with a wink. Oh wow! Like, how can it hurt just to indulge the flattery? I won't get the chance when Sean enrolls here next year unless I dare to play his twin sis on the sly, and that'd really be burning the candle at both ends--! Wait! What am I talking about? This dude's just a freaking illusion! You're caught up in a daze screen, guy! You're probably really in mom's car heading home by now! Why raise the screens listening to her chat fashion to 'Sheila' when I can pump some jollies outta this sissy dream fooling a big dumb jock who oughta be me? Sure! Why not?? "Well...I'm just going a short way," I coyly deigned sliding into the bucket seat and he grinned at me, for a second his eyes touching my knees and lower thigh, which my seated skirt hitched, back from. I giggled. This daze's dozens--hundreds of times better than Kevin! *** I took the phone from mom's amused smile. "Hello?" "Yo!" bellowed a husky jock's voice. "Biff!" Puzzled, I frowned. "Biff?" "Forget me already, babe?" I winced back and scowled. "'Babe'?" "Yea! Say, gotta sore throat or something, foxy? Ha--ha!" I snorted. "Ha-Ha to you too, buddy! You got the wrong phone!" "Wrong number? Hey, the lady before said Sheila was in!" I blinked aback. "Sheila??" The pit of my stomach dropped. Shit! Just great! A fan's finally found my--er, rather--Sheila's top secret! But how?? "How'd you get this number?" "She gave it to me!" "What??" "Hey, who are you, her bro'? Hook me with the fox, okay?" I smirked. "Yea, right, joker! Look, I don't know how you got...got..." Oooooh wow!... That warm swimmy feeling! Feels like I'm rocking on a boat in the dark...darker...darker...pounding back lighter and lighter... "Hello? Yo, hello!" Bosom buoying, I shook the hazy cobwebs out of my head and hastily answered. "Hello, Biff?" "Hey, babe! Glad to hear that soft sweet voice again! What's goin' on? Your bro' sounds a little hostile!" "Oh, he's just--jealous," I coyly twittered, twining the phone cord around my fingers as my jello knees quivered to the floor against the wall. "You know kid brothers." "Well, he's gotta real problem then, eh??..." "That was one long phone call!" Kevin later chaffed on my bed amid open schoolbooks as I skipped back into Sean's bedroom. I shrugged. "Er, just--grandma. I hadn't talked to her for a long time." For a few moments I looked at Kevin on the bed and my face screwed up. Gee! He looks like--no, IS such a mere boy! Just a boy! I sunk by the bed and pretended I was continuing a scan of social studies while I muffled the titters erupting from my pounding chest from the suave flattery still ringing in my ear... Oh Biff!... So awesome! So cool! So handsome! A real man! No wonder even Sean envies him!... Fluttering, my eyes opened to a strange new awareness and I muted my titter of awe and thrill. O Wow! I did it! I'm out and Sean didn't even call me to! I'm--all by myself! No phony daze screens or daydreams or anything! Just all myself! Totally awesome! And I have but one fantastic guy to thank for that! A soft giggle escaped me, and sheepish I looked up and met Kevin's funny look. "You okay?" he asked, looking at me with the most peculiar face, as though he was once hoping for and dismissing something. I looked so comparatively lame that I softly smirked as I felt his eyes touch mine and try to feel beyond them-- Oops! I shied and faked several coughs. "J--Ju--Just thinkin' math, that's all!" I blurted with a heavier voice back to my books, not daring to face him and his lame mere palhood again in case he just might somehow recognize me behind Sean's face. *** "Damn, you're so pretty!" Biff crooned with a winning grin during our stroll in the amusement park, his smile rushing a flood of honey-thick weakness through my fluttering bones and I wondered how much longer my rubber knees could stand. I wanted to drown in his grinning gray eyes and feel those lumpy arms twine and crush me. I never dreamt I could feel so--so womanly before! And without any silly macho 'screens' blocking me now, just maybe!... *** Still swaddled in a terry bathtowel before Noreen's vanity mirror, I finished pinning hair extensions around the freshly steamed curls framing my glowing painted face. Nice if I say so myself! It wasn't the first time I'd been dolled-up to look a sassy thirteen or fourteen, but this time it wasn't for any Irish brochures or 'tween' makeup ads. No, I looked almost fifteen. I hoped he liked me! And I don't mean silly Sean either! I giggled. Noreen came in, looking surprised. "Nice Jon Benet treatment! You've really been getting the hang of doing it yourself instead of me and mom or your model makeup lady!" I shrugged as I preened down my mini-dress. "Well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." "Oh? I didn't know anyone called for Sheila to come in." "No, I'm coming out." "Huh? "I'm going to the movies." "The movies? Done that? As Sheila?" "Well, life's more than dancing and modeling you know!" "What? If I didn't know you better, I'd think that you're going overbroad doing Sheila now!" I smiled and cocked my head. "Afraid of the competition?" She blinked aback. "What??" she cackled. "Wow, really think you're hot shit now, don't you?" "Well, my fan mail thinks so." "Sheila fan mail doesn't know what's in her panties!" "Oh, I don't think they'd even care if they did." "Boy, you're really getting cocky, aren't you?" "Well, it's the honest truth!" I coy chimed as I checked my pearly Lees nails. She snickered. "Sure! Not even Ru Paul's that good!" Keeping a nonchalant pose, I reached into my mauve wallet and took out the strip of amusement park photo-booth snapshots. Noreen's eyes nearly fell out of her head. "No! Kiddin'! You and Biff Barrington? Kissing??" I coyly smiled as she gawked at me. "God! You--You really aren't Sean anymore, are you??" "So long as he doesn't know--right?" I hinted with a lushly feathered wink, and though puzzled and a little bewildered, vague acceptance welled her face with a dawning smile of awe and fantasy. "Sure...sure--'Sheila'. Mum's the word," she said, looking enchanted and stooping by me as though before a newfound pet. "You know...I've always kinda wanted a kid sister!..." *** "God, you're so nice!..." Biff whispered in my nibbled ear. I giggled in a soft explosion of tingles. For a few moments while parked under the trees in the park's parking lot I felt bad, that I was betraying Kevin and my heart. But when Biff's sly smile bumped then pressed mine, wild butterflies erupted in my navel. Oh, wow... Oh, he's so awesome--! Huh? My gasp was smothered inside his sucking lips What's he doing? He's pushing his tongue between my lips! Can you believe this? O, how gro--gro... A tingle swamped me as his deft wet muscle slithered through my teeth and coaxed and tagged and twined my shy tongue, eliciting sensations I never knew possible. Oh wow!... What a kiss is this? So--awesome!... Under my swimmy daze I felt a tingly tenseness bloom and tighten into a swelling ball somewhere below me deep inside my skirt, then abruptly a soft muffled implosion wracked me and hammered me with waves of sweet delicious weakness. "You okay?" he curiously asked and I weakly and sheepishly nodded. Gee. If this keeps up I'm going to need Pampers! "I--I...think so...sorry." "Hey, it's okay, babe," he japed with a funny sly victorious grin as his palm continued stroking my beige-filmed thigh. "Some of us glow faster than others, eh?" *** I snorted. "You want what?" "To see Sheila," Kevin said on my porch, looking peeved somehow. "Well, wait for next troupe meeting if they do." "I can't wait that long." "Why not?" I asked and he bit his lip. "Sean, when's the last time you were--played Sheila?" "Why?" "Sean, it's important. Real important." "I guess--I guess at that Wager High benefit two weeks ago. Why?" Kevin looked at once disbelieving and worried. "Are you sure?" "Maybe I don't like knowing that I do, but I sure do remember when." "Sure?" "Look, Kev, I did this shit once before and never again." "No, it's not that, not about parties or anything..." he paused, considered, gingerly asked; "Er, you--ever heard of Biff Barrington? "Sure. He's some star quarterback at Grant." "He's also called the bimbette slayer." "So what?" I asked and Kevin looked deathly reluctant. "I...I think that..." "Think what?" "That maybe you should...should...forget it." He drifted off, but left in his grim silence a disturbing wake resounding in a void deep inside my puzzled consternation. *** Fussing in anticipation on in starry dusk's street corner, I preened my lush wavy auburn tresses, which silkily cascaded over the slim shoulders of a well-endowed cream knit mini-dress. It was clingy and slender above the fabric belt but a trifle long; the hem hovered only around three inches above my ivory-filmed knees but still showed off enough of my long gams to aptly grace Noreen's eggshell-white high heel pumps. Though I wished the shallow neckline were deeper I'd no hints of creamy crests to tease with up there so I had to settle for the coy suggestions of amply rounded mounds thanks a well-stuffed bodysuit. Daddy's girl, move over!! I looked a fancy party teen chick easy in the mirror and mom and Noreen concurred, though mom didn't really know why I was. Heck, even I barely questioned where this deliciously damning daze screen was going, no more than a giddy kid raiding a free ice cream truck wonders where the raw milk comes from. I touched waxy coral-glossed lips, which slyly smiled. Yes, I look so cool and cute and curvy, just like a real high school woman! Hope I don't disappoint him! I giggled with nervous thrill. I heard a soft crunch and whirled with a squeal of anticipation that crimped into surprise. "Kevin??" "Hi," he said, almost haltingly drifting up. "Been trying to reach you but Sean was hogging the line. I didn't know you could come out on your own." "Sometimes," I lamely said and he shrugged and looked me over. "Nice. Real nice. You look sixteen. Real sweet sixteen." I giggled. "Sixteen?? I really do?" "Yea. Makes me feel like a kid brother," he quipped in an odd bitter way. "Isn't it kinda late to be out?" "Er...I'm waiting for--for a friend to pick me up." "I hadn't heard of anything needing Sheila there." "Well, you don't get every call I do, do you?" I churlishly said, scanning up and down the street. "You really don't have to wait up on me, Kevin. I'll be fine." "Still, I oughta watch your back." "I said, you don't have to." "Why you getting mad?" "I'm not mad. It's just--I'm a big girl now. I can take of myself." "Looking sixteen?" "So what?" "So, who you doing it for?" he accused and I frowned and in dismay spotted sly suspicions in his stare. "Are you following me?" I mildly asked. "What if I was?" "I don't like being stalked. I get enough of that modeling!" "Except you don't because you change into Sean before you leave the studio to throw them off. You know Sean, don't you?" "Is that a silly question?" "It's a serious question, Sheila. Sean wouldn't let any guy feel him up even in his dreams!" I winced, feeling suddenly uncovered and indignant and no longer coy. "Jealous?" I quipped. "Maybe," he admitted. "I don't know how you got away under Sean's screen and doing stuff on your own, but you don't know what you're getting into now." "O really?" "A chick can't jump into too many frying pans hotter than Biff's bucket seat, and you're tickling the dragon's tail at the same time." I sniffed. "Biff's a very nice guy!" "Oh sure." "He is! He's a neat jock and a sweet talker and drive around and meet his friends and sometimes I even dance for them!" "Yea, on his knee." "You HAVE been following me!" "Look, Sheila, I'm just looking out for you. Unlike Biff, I know what's 'neath those curves." I simpered and shrugged. "You don't seem to mind. Why should he?" "You gonna let it get that far?" "If he did...sure, why not?" "That's really stupid! You know, you're going to end up with a bashed-in nose and a broken jaw!" "What I really am won't matter if he truly loves me!" "Now you sound like a kid!" I opened my mouth to answer but just then Biff drove up. "Yo, babe!" Feeling so really miffed at Kevin, I flounced into the bucket set, crossed my sleek legs and pecked Biff's mouth and smirked back at Kevin. "She's just playing up to you." Kevin said. Biff chuckled. "Oh? Who you?" "I'm Kevin. Her boyfriend." I blinked. My Boyfriend?? Up to now, he never said such, maybe because we never bothered to consider our peculiar situation's status. Boyfriend? "I have a new boyfriend now, sorry!" I haughtily said with a shrug. Biff looked amused at me. "Your kid brother?" "No, her boyfriend," Kevin said. "Her first and only real boyfriend!" "Well, 'boyfriend', looks like the little lady's made her choice, don't it?" Biff said with smug possessiveness and as though to boldly emphasize it, his palm massaged the ivory-filmed peak of my crossed knees like the knob of a stick shift. "I wouldn't do that out the open if I were you," Kevin coolly said. "No? Well, why not, sport?" "There might be some police night scopes around." "Hope they like the show!" Biff japed, stroking back to my sleek mid-thigh now and eliciting nice tingles. Kevin looked like he was gnashing teeth and just as Biff revved up he jumped in front of the car. Biff snorted. "Outta the way squirt!" "Better go, Kevin," I admonished. "I'm just saying that because it's hard to buck video tape," Kevin said. "Boy, you on acid or wanna be a smudge on the pave?" "Kevin!" I chided, suddenly anxious. "Personally, I don't give a rat's ass about you, Biff. You chew up cheerleaders like tutti-frutti gum and spit them out." "Watch it kid." "I'm only worried about her if they can your ass." "I'll show you who's ass's gonna get canned!" Biff bumped his door open and I clung his arm. "Don't! Please! He's just jealous, Biff. Please??..." I pleadingly batted my feathery lashes and his scowl mellowed and he closed his door. "For you, anything, babe," he said, giving me a deep tongue kiss to smite Kevin then gunning the engine then--before my scream of alarm realized it--screeched his tires backward away from Kevin. "How you gonna explain to the cops--??" Kevin bellowed just as Biff shifted and knocked me back in my seat as we shot forward with a screech around Kevin's shout, "--WHY YOU'RE MESSING WITH A THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD CHICK??!!" I was nearly thrown through the windshield as the brakes screeched to a dead stop then thrown back my seat as Biff screeched backwards to Kevin. "Wha'cha talkin' 'bout, shrimp??" Biff blurted aloud. "What kinda shit you pissin'?" "No shit. Just ask her." My heart deflated and fluttered with dismay. "Let's go, Biff--" "Wait a mo'! He's bullshittin', right? Right??" I sank into the bucket seat. "Er......a--little." "Mean 'a little'?" "Mean.. I'm not--thirteen." He sighed. "Thank god!" I managed to squeak out a contrite smile. "Next year?..." Biff's hand leaped off my leg like a hot iron. "Jesus--!!" Kevin quietly opened my door and I hated it. "Biff??" "Sorry, babe! You got nice frames but I ain't touching shit! Thanks champ!" Biff said to Kevin. "Oh Biff!..." "Let's go," Kevin said, pulling my wrist up and out of Biff's car who promptly reached over and slammed the door then with shrieking blue smoke and powered rubber he peeled off down the street. My heart crumpled in despair. "Oh, Biff!..." "Just be glad Biff wasn't feeling up too high." My ire flared and with a loud CRACK I slapped his face and he reeled back several steps. "Stay out of my face, got it??" I snapped, my heels rapping pavement before he jumped ahead of me. "Damn it, Sheila! You just had a crush on the guy, that's all! Probably wasn't even that! You didn't have any real feelings for him! You were just wild at the idea that a high school jock like him could be turned on by someone young as you, that's all!" "How would you know?" "Because I got a crush on you--and I wouldn't let you go for all the fancy cars and trophies and cheerleaders they can throw at me! You're just another bimbette to Biff! To me--you're my one and only! Mean, sure I've some girlfriends, but you're numbero uno!" My bosom bounced on a trampoline but coy pride muffled it. "You're just saying that." "No, I mean it! You don't need Biff or look sixteen to prove you're hot on your own! You are! Even if I have to turn gay to love you right I want to be with you, always! And if Biff ever did get his way seducing you and found out all about you, I'd make sure he'd feel sorry about laying a hand on you!" My ire dampened out into a warm sheepish marshmallow. "I...I... thank you, Kevin. And--I'm sorry. I could've gotten into deep trouble." "At least a broken jaw and a bashed-in nose," he quipped, rubbing his cheek, and contritely I moved near and massaged his peach fuzz. "Forgive me?" "Don't think about it. Real girls do stupid things with guys too, believe me I know! " he japed, nuzzling noses and pressing lips to flutter my heart warm and cozy and-- Kevin jerked back. "Wow! What were you doing? Sticking your tongue in my teeth??" I blushed. "Sorry. I just...something I learned from Biff, I guess. He called it French kissing." "Awesome! I bet he showed you a lotta hot shit, huh?" he exclaimed to my mute shy. "Way cool! But what I don't get is Sean letting you get away with it! He must be unconscious or something! He'd go to the moon if he got wind of you and Biff screwing around!" "We didn't really 'screw' around! We just--just necked a little," I rebuked before sheepishly murmuring. "Er, I think it's because... because Sean--Sean's not me." "What?" "I mean, he didn't call me, I just--came out. By myself... er, well, Biff's phone call kinda helped." "You mean Sean doesn't know you're here?" "I guess. I don't feel like I'm attached to him anymore either. Maybe he's asleep or something." "That's nuts! Sheila, you're really just Sean pretending to be Sheila in a daydream, even if he doesn't believe it. How can you be here if he doesn't even know you are?" I shrugged. "Does it matter--really? I'm here now." Kevin looked at me with a funny wistful wonder. "And it doesn't wake or bother you even if guys like Biff felt you up real heavy? Even a tiny bit?" "No. I can't see why I should." "Awesome!" Kevin blurted with shameless anticipations moving close to me and brashly touching one of my bodice's hills. "You don't feel funny about that?" I shook my head and his grin increased as his hand gingerly touched my knee and stroked a little up under my eyelet hem. I softly gasped with muddled shyness. "This either?" "No. In fact, it feels kind of--nice." His hands brashly went higher and stroked my silken thigh, strumming my warm fluttery breath. "Even this?" he asked. "Better...a lot." "Alright!!" Kevin blurted, his mouth covering mine and pressed and kneaded my soft coral-glossed lips like our chests and bosoms and hips mashing another, then I felt the tip of an alien tongue pry my panting lips-- Suddenly with a shot of nameless appall I gasped back. He frowned. "What??" Nonplused, I shook my head. "No...we can't. Mustn't." "But you let Biff climb all over you!" "But he's not you!" "Oh com'on, that's a coy line!" "No, honest," I sheepishly confessed with a rueful heart. "You were right; Biff was kind of like a--a toy to me to see and feel what my wow-power's like. But you're real. My deepest closest friend, not a toy. In fact you're way more than that. I--I love you, Kevin." "Me too, Sheila. That's why I wanna try and show it. So what's the problem?" "Well...see, I--I love you, but..." "Yea?" "I love you like...like a brother." "What??" "I thought I could fight it, but I can't. It--It would be like--like fooling around with my brother, you know?" "What?? Wait--wait! Think hard, Sheila! I'm your boyfriend! Boyfriend, not brother! You're my girl, not my sister!!" I sighed. "Sorry. I...I just feel that way now, Kevin." "Great! Just great! You got two ways of coming out now, but they both end up the same stupid place! Nowhere!" "There's more to us than sex, Kevin!" I softly admonished, yet gratefully smiling at his reckless devotion because even then I intuitively wondered whether he'd be as passionate to fulfill his desires after puberty had its turn morphing me into a boy-man. Oh well... Nevertheless, I steeled myself to purse my lips on his and part with a breathless tingle at my champion. "We'll just have to learn to get around it, okay?" Kevin snorted and looked me over as though he lost a steak. "That's what I was hoping before I got screwed with another sister!" * FIN *