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Princess Night - By Solon Plorry
It was much too late before he caught a bus to the city limits and
began hitching back to Straitsville. He and a pal had driven over on
Friday to help the pal's uncle paint a house; the weekend however had
been more play than work when it turned out most of the house had
already been painted. Kirk had stayed over when the opportunity
presented itself, telling his ma a white lie as the uncle winked in
complicity. Getting away from the drab confines of home was a breath
of refreshment to Kirk, who was sweet seventeen and never been
kissed, at least not properly kissed! A little wine and bottles of
beer Saturday eve had made Kirk kind of relaxed.....and he recalled
being carried to bed. As the teen anxiously waited for a ride, he
remembered the weird going ons! Kirk tried to banish the thoughts; he
had been very sleepy, hadn't been on guard, so what happened wasn't
his fault. A car drove past, it's driver shaking his bald head in
disapproval of hitch-hiking. Kirk could not help but remember what
had happened to him, and shame kept asserting itself. The blonde
haired boy blushed a bright red as he remembered the wonderful things
he had experienced.
Finally, a car. Kirk jumped in after the driver affirmed he was
heading to Straitsville. Kirk settled into the back seat as the car
took off. The guy in the passenger seat looked back at Kirk for a
long moment before saying 'Hey, it's a guy!'
Kirk shrunk into the seat as the driver laughed and said, 'Are you
really sure?'
The two looked back at the boy, who was blushing prettily and trying
to ignore them. They were a few years older then Kirk, and after the
weekend he had just been through, the last thing he wanted was
for sex to rear its ugly head!
'You look all wore out sweetie' one boy observed, watching Kirk as he
modestly moistened his lips. 'Had a wild weekend?' he asked
presciently. Kirk mumbled some gibber, glancing guiltily at the two ,
who were amused at his discomfort. Being just past that time of life
themselves, they understood that secret, very 'bad' things could
happen to a kid tripping about all alone, and they were sympathetic.
The rest of the trip home was uneventful, if you discounted the
suggestive tone that made it memorable to Kirk Wallerson. To put it
crudely, they acted as if Kirk was female, and they were in
competition for her hand! It required nothing of Kirk to go along
with their game; he was embarrassed and provided colour for the drama
by blushing a lot. Jimmy, the passenger, playing a tongue tied
hayseed, said, "Would the pretty lil miss wanna go to a movie with
me, though I admit I'm only a milkman's helper."
To guffaws of laughter from his mate, who assured the car that the
young lady deserved something more substantial....say a stockboy at
Safeway, which was his occupation by the by!. Poor Kirk could only
blush and mumble while they had their fun, telling 'her' their plans
for trips and beautiful cars and snazzy dresses they would get her,
if 'she'd' just bless them with some encouragement. When they finally
got to Straitsville, Kirk scampered from the car to whistles and loud
kisses and laughter: the poor thing just didn't need that as he
hurried home to rejoin his family.
Home. More like prison Kirk thought as he entered the back door,
tossing the shopping bag which contained a change into a corner. The
Wallerson house was a mess, with clutter disarrayed in every room it
seemed. Kirks ma and dad were watching tv, its howls and jeers an
electronic madness that immediately bored the somber creature as he
walked into the kitchen, very hungry all of a sudden. Kirk inspected
the fridge, getting out stuff for a sandwich as his older sister
Wanda shuffled in, greeting him with "look what the cat dragged in"
and approached the sink, filled to the brim with the unwashed. Kirky
assembled his sandwich, ignoring the bitch, who seemed to bug him
everytime she could, their relationship colder than what people enjoy
with strangers. Was it his fault she was overweight and bore the
heavy features of a young girl who already gave up on life, appearing
downright ugly with her bad tempered demeanor?
From the living room came the clapping sound of a loud fart, probably
ma working out her digestion. The ambience of the place was
disgusting, and Kirk looked at his dumb sister before he fled to his
room, sticking his tongue out and making a face at her. "Ma!' she
whined loudly, trying to compete with the racket of tv and body gas
'your idiot kid's trying to start a fight again!' she yelled angrily
at Kirky's ghostly remains trace, but unable to disturb their mother,
caught up she was in the excitement of 'Blunders and Bloopers You
Gotta See!'
The eighteen year old considered washing the dishes, which
desperately needed it, but lethargy ruled her life and she shuffled
back to her room, where she continued to daydream her life away.
Kirky lay on his bed, the drabness of life too much for him. He was a
little sore from the sex, and he rolled on his side, adjusting his
ass, reddening at the memory. The women in his family made such a bad
job of it, Kirky thought, of being women. He remembered the two boys'
flirtations with him, and amid the embarrassment, he remembered how
thrilling it was to be singled out, even if it was just teasing. Kirk
jumped from the bed, and went to the dresser mirror, looking with
avid interest at the image reflected. He turned and primped, checking
out the cut of his body, realizing it was all put together very
nicely! Kirk rushed to his door, jamming a scraper into the molding
to bar its opening. Assuredly alone, flushed with a growing
excitement, he returned to the mirror, and with open mouth awe
stripped himself naked.
Suddenly he wanted to be a girl, a she! Them boys were just having
fun, but underlying it all was the fact....he was very pretty! The
cool white body in the mirror said it all! 'I'm a guy, and I want
that!' the brand new queen commented to herself as, cock slapping her
belly she turned, thrilled by how enticing her ass was, truly a mouth
watering sight! The new miss got on a chair, her breath halting. She
clutched the backrest, and cautiously raised herself, spreading her
legs at the same time. She looked through the legs at the results.
What a dazzling sight was pictured in the mirror, her white legs
perfect frames for reddish testicles hanging, glistening innocently
underneath the dark and shiny stained area where her anus reigned,
the dark princess staring arrogantly back!
She was so excited threads of gleaming wire dropped down, flopping
around and sticking to whatever it touched, attesting to her
readiness for anything boys or men dared to try! Suddenly she rushed
to her bed, grasping her throbbing cock, squeezing it with all her
might! Deep in her bowels, dissatisfaction grew, finding home in
these wondrous fantasies. She fought her orgasm, trying to make it
exquisite, and boy did she succeed! When she came, she nearly
screamed from her pleasure, and every sinew and fibre, even her
bones, seemed to erupt! Hot bolts of boyseed splattered the ceiling
over her bed.
Kirk masturbated to a satisfaction never before felt, and when she
was done, her hands belly chest, face hair and the ceiling all come-
splattered, she could only gasp for a long time trying to restore
normalcy. The stinging orgasm had been so intense she nearly fainted,
would have had she been with someone lover, a guy! The girl's nuts
were tender from the tension they'd been under prior to relief. Kirk
was, amid his huffing and puffing, newly aware that life could be a
lot of fun!
The next day was a schoolday, something Kirky usually greeted with
angst. He had always been an outcast, being a sissy and not very good
at social politics. He was a burden to any team he joined, and
herefore simply never joined in the sports which were the arena where
the Straitsville teenage pecking order was determined. On the totem
pole of status, he was way down, though being a cute white blonde
gave him distinction he couldn't appreciate. Many kids didn't even
exist on the totem pole, society had form to maintain after all. Even
Wanda (called 'slug' by the crowd) had a chance, but like her
brother, concentrated all her attention on the hurdles to overcome,
the main being a hog class family guilty of 'BO' who lived in a
rundown shack that fronted on a back alley in a hicktown (even the
in-crowd kids admitted Straitsville was a hicktown).
Their parents were an embarrassment to both kids, and the two just
didn't like each other. Indeed, Kirky felt very uncomfortable around
all girls; he'd seen too much. Woman seemed to be always creating
waste, shit, vomit, piss smells and dirt too awful to stand! In his
life men (his dad didn't count) on the other hand seemed so remote,
so crisp and at ease. 'Kirka' had masturbated again and again last
night, dreaming of a man to take her away and give her the
necessities. If she met Jimmy again (he was ooh so good looking she
recalled) she would deck him with witty replies to his impudent
suggestions, and these she practiced in her mind as the school day
unfolded. When the chores were done, and 'Kirka' wondered home,
looking shyly at every boy she saw, wishing time away, she saw
clothes drying on a clothesline a few streets away from her house,
and she noticed woman's things amongst them! An idea popped into
her pretty head, an idea with strings attached.
Late that night, the boy crept from the silent house, slipping along
in shadows to the place where the linen waited. There were two lines,
so he was able to hide in between, and shop for what was needed. His
little brain fired on all cylinders; within minutes 'she' was horny
again, her horn hurting by being tied up in jeans. Kirka took all she
could think of, scampering home with the wind moaning softly about
him, night sounds dogs barking far far away. She slipped into the
house quietly and in her room jammed the scraper home, creating a
private world for herself.
Whoever the woman was to whom the stolen goods belonged, Kirka just
didn't care. What mattered was that she was roughly the same size as
Kirka, almost everything she brought back fit reasonably! The
experience of a lifetime spent in close conjunction with women, women
who bathed and peed and dressed and undressed casually indifferent to
a wide eyes boy paid off for Miss Kirka Wallerson as she fitted
herself with the basics of womanhood. Her supply of seed seemed
inexhaustible as she interrupted her fittings and preenings to
masturbate again and again, careful not to mess her new
belongings. When the night sky lightened (she wasn't the first boy
who spent a night enjoying his body) she sat recovering from an
imaginary session with a homeroom kid named Paul, who was very quiet
and so awful cute he made Kirk shiver even before 'Kirka' took shape!
The house was still, a predawn chill quieted the very wind it seemed.
Kirka had grown aware something was missing from her repertoire,
namely, highlight for her pale cheeks (the other ones!) and shadow..
..her lips were too wan. Kirka quietly opened her door, listening to
the peaceful silence when it was ajar.
Bare assed, in garters and hose, she flitted down the hall, past the
doors to Wanda's and ma pa's rooms to the toilet, closing its door
behind her. In the cabinet was a mad clutter of things she had never
paid attention to before, but now she went on another shopping spree!
Hands full, she boldly sauntered back to her room, wiggling her
pretty butt in the hall, stopping by Wanda's room flaunting her
nakedness to the silent door. When she got called for school a
couple hours after that, she felt tired, but so very alive!
Paul was sitting in an unusual place that morning. He was usually in
another area, the sitting arrangement in all homerooms determined by
a variety of factors, mainly who got to share space with the in crowd
people, the boys and girls who mattered in any teen society. Kirk was
midrow, two rows in from the wall in the twenty plus desk room. The
very back row by the window was the preserve of the 'shmucks' from
loserville, the tough kids. It was also the best place to be
distracted by life going on outside. 'Nerdsville' was of course front
rows center, and the various groupings so finely attuned only certain
teens knew how they had been arrived at were arrayed between those
two extremes. Usually Paul was forth row in, two back of midrow, with
the other quiet capable kids who while never in trouble lived closer
to the edge then Kirk's type, if only because they had money. Now
Paul was sitting third row in, just back of midrow, and that put him
next and just back of Kirk! Kirk was startled; maybe he was being
shifted! Someone was getting shifted! Unhappily, Kirk went to 'his'
desk half expecting to be told he had a new desk, one row in and
ahead of midrow possibly! If that happened, he's accept it with a dry
mouth. But if his new desk was two or three rows in from the window,
aft of midrow, (or even worse AHEAD(?)) he'd run out; he'd quit
school! But nothing happened beside Paul glancing at him with cool
casualness when he sat down. He said 'hi' softly to Paul, glad his
voice worked properly. Paul nodded and went back to doodling.
A couple time during homeroom, before the class split up at first
period, Kirk saw Paul looking at him. One time their eyes made
contact, and Kirka maintained contact for a heartbeat before Paul
glanced away, thereby preserving decorum. Kirka's heart was pounding,
and she 'woulda shit' if that was possible! Paul was sitting where he
was by choice, having changed places with Jenny Lindsey, who was
pleased at her improved station. The smart kids in the room knew a
drama was unfolding, Kirka obviously knew too, but only because she
was the coin in the fountain. A whole other world existed that Kirk
(or Kirka) had no idea of, where things happened cause people wanted
them to happen. Straitsville was a square little town but it had an
intelligentia as sharp as any where, and some of these kids would one
day wield influence over millions. Paul belonged to that class, and
Kirk grew aware that Paul was interested in him!
Paul wasn't the only one. Football jock and boyfriend to Christa
O'Neil, Steve Hanford, also suddenly unexpectedly talked to Kirk,
giving him the time of day. Kirka woulda shit again, had she room in
her new panties! Hanford , like Paul, had that social skill of
including someone without burdening them with demands for talent they
never had. All she had to do was stay cool, follow the conversation
and, if she slipped, Hanford would cover it with a quip that made
life comfortable for everybody, so comfortable.
School was always such a chore, but by days end, the young
transvestite knew she was noticed, and at least part of the reason
was her new found confidence born of commitment and direction.
Nothing is as boring as a floundering lost soul, Wanda Wallerson
being a good example. Kirka had accepted certain things about
herself, and she was building a life for herself based on her
discoveries of the past few days. The first people to notice were the
select group of kids who sat atop the hierarchy, though they
generally had nothing to do with school politics and its myriad
offices.
Their lives revolved around other things, some illegal, some immoral
by Straitsville standards, and some quite in line with Miss Kirka's
new interest.
Kirka, of course, had never considered the implication of what she
was doing. A transvestite, no matter how pretty, would never exist
openly in a place like Straitsville, the town name mocking all who
defied the moral code. At best, Kirk or Kirka could exist at the very
edge, in the dark, an outcast no matter the setting. The other world,
the one Kirka had glimpsed, had freer rules and lots more
opportunities, if only because its inhabitants had plenty of money,
and money was power. Love, even a pairing off, was possible in that
world, but membership was exclusive, very much so. It wasn't what you
knew, it was who you knew that mattered, that's why things like
school, clubs, church and family name were so important to older
people.
After the schoolday was ended, Kirka was at her locker, happy in her
innocence, when a guy named David Clerkre asked him if he wanted to
go for an after school snack, out at the Roadhouse. Kirk had heard
about the Roadhouse Restaurant and Tavern; apparently teen drinking
parties had occurred there, with Straitsville's taxi fleet standing
by to get all the rich kids and their cars home. He had talked with
Clerkre before, Dave's family lived near Kirka's. In fact they were a
bit poorer, with a family member in jail even! But Dave had a
gorgeous sister named Sherry who was 'very close friends' of one of
the children of the town's wealthiest best connected families. Dave
worked part time for the biggest dealership's in the area, and he got
his hot wheels for nearly nothing, some of the kids said, implying
that Dave maybe sucked dicks (this was just vile jealousy talk!).
Kirka knew Dave was a chum of Paul's, and represented the hand of
friendship extended to him with decorum befitting quiet authority.
Shyly, and with a little trepidation, he said okay.
End of part one
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