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Jackie's Adventures in Utopia: A Sweet and Sexy Serial, #3
By Jackie Quick
Too soon, Lindie went away to Grandeur School--a sort of
glorified "high school" lasting six years, which you go to here
in Utopia if you've been officially designated a Brain. I was
left all alone for my last year in Little School. With no one to
"play girlfriend" for, I was reduced to *pretending* to "play
girlfriend" for boys, and an occasional girl, who either were far
away, or didn't like me, or both.
At last the magic time of transformation came. I passed the Grand
Exam and was designated a Brain; I was assigned to go to Highview
Academy, one of the topmost Grandeur Schools in all Utopia; and,
on my thirteenth birthday, I became Officially Mature. (Here in
Utopia, you see, the males become Officially Mature--free from
parental rule, and eligible to vote, and all that--at the age of
thirteen, and the females at the age of twelve.) As the time drew
near for me to go away to Highview Academy, I decided to turn
over a new leaf. I was going to be a *normal* male, I decided,
and I was even going to get a good, normal girlfriend if ever I
could.
On my first day at Highview Academy I stood proud and tall, with
my hair newly cut short in traditional manly style, wearing my
new traditional male attire, complete with neck-tie and white
shirt. My eyes darted quite out of my head at the beauty of the
female students, most of them modestly clad in traditional school
uniforms of white blouse, plaid skirt, white anklets, and shiny
black shoes. (At Highview Academy it's considered very important
to conform to what they call the "Grand Tradition," and most of
the students--those known as "Dishes," short for "Traditionals"--
do conform.)
Soon I selected one good and beautiful female, above all, as the
love of my life.
Her name was Cherie. I still remember her well--her long black
hair, her bright blue eyes, her fair freckled skin, her slender
growing figure decently concealed beneath her pure white blouse.
Her fresh, wholesome, childlike smile would have warmed and
enlightened my heart like the sun lighting up and warming the
cold, dark earth at dawn--if only she had ever smiled on *me*.
Alas, she did not--at first, perhaps, simply because she was
modest and shy with males; later, additionally, because she must
have heard of my reputation. I had "played girlfriend" for no
boys at Highview; I had endeavoured most sternly to maintain my
manly bearing; and yet in spite of everything I was widely
rumoured to be a secret Extraordinaire. One male, above all,
spread the rumours--a tall, strong, exceptionally manly male
named Steve.
Steve claimed to have power to detect secret Extraordinaires, and
I was the one he selected most often to "detect." He often teased
me in the Nuditorium about my bosoms, my tips, and my bim; then,
when I couldn't keep my embarrassment from making my little
lingam stand at attention, he called it my "lingamette" and said
my excitement proved I was an Extraordinaire.
I feared and detested Steve--most of all because he spread the
rumours that cut me off from Cherie and many other good girls.
One good girl, though, was not cut off; indeed, the more the
rumours spread, the more she smiled upon me. Her name was
Cygnette; she was fourteen, a year older than I. I didn't think
her so beautiful as Cherie; she was a little bit taller and
stouter than I was, her bosoms were quite small, and her face was
not so fair, though her hair was quite as long and lovely as
Cherie's.
When she looked at me with her great dark eyes and smiled on me,
though, my heart went out to her as it had done to no other girl-
-not even to Cherie.
I must get to know her better, I decided. Gathering up all my
courage, I approached her at supper. I felt frightfully glad to
see that she was sitting alone. "Hello, Cygnette," I almost
gasped. "Do you mind if I sit down here?"
Her smile showed her abundant gladness before she said a word.
"Of course I don't mind!" she said. "I've been wishing you
would!"
My heart began to pound at once, and my lingam promptly rose. Was
it possible? Might Cygnette become my *girlfriend*? I dared not
hope, and yet I dared not fail to find out. We talked of this and
that; Cygnette, though she was so soft-spoken that I could hardly
hear her sometimes, took the lead in talking. Before supper was
done, I had asked her for a date.
The very next day we went on our first date. We viewed some
lovely antique things in the Ivory Tower; we returned to Highview
Highlands and supped in a modest but elegant restaurant; we
walked through a park holding hands; we sat down on a bench
surrounded by shrubbery.
Soon we were kissing. Cygnette was rather more eager to kiss me
than I had supposed a good girl might be, and her kiss was rather
warmer than I had fancied a good girl's kiss would be; indeed,
her big tongue probed my mouth as deeply as it could. I decided I
could not keep from trying to go another step, though I feared I
might gush in my trousers if I did it. Slowly I moved my hand up
to her small, well-armoured bosom and began to stroke it. She
did not object--far from it! Her big hand pressed my own more
tightly still against her bosom. Soon her surprisingly flimsy
bosom-armour proved no match for her excitement; I could feel her
bulging tip protruding underneath.
Breathing hard, Cygnette whispered, "Do you want to come up the
Boy Pipeline?" Now I really had to force myself not to gush in my
trousers.
Like everyone at Highview Academy, of course, I knew what the Boy
Pipeline was and where to enter it. In order to keep up decent
appearances, the Academy forbade visitation by the opposite sex
in the students' residences; nevertheless, the Boy Pipeline
enabled males to visit females in their rooms with total
impunity.
"Yes," I whispered back. At once we arose and walked quickly back
to the Academy. We parted; she went to the female students'
residence, I to the males'. Soon I was climbing the rungs of the
dark, narrow Boy Pipeline, and then Cygnette was letting me into
the passageway behind her room.
She had changed clothing quickly. She now had nothing on but a
sheer revealer that showed her dark tips clearly. "Let's do it in
the shower," she whispered. At once she turned and led me down
the passageway.
My gaze descended quickly to her broad, near-bare bim--and then
to something most remarkable beneath. Until that moment I had not
doubted that Cygnette was really a girl. Now I saw that her
"lingamette" was sticking out beneath her bim, beneath
suspicious-looking twin baggy globes as well--and Cygnette's
"lingamette" was much larger than my little lingam!
Dazed by the shock of the sudden sight, I entered a private
shower cubicle at the end of the narrow hallway with Cygnette. I
stripped; my lingam was still hard; but suddenly I felt abashed
at the thought of plunging Cygnette in the male straightforward
way with my tiny plunger, while knowing Cygnette was a male with
a hidden lingam much larger than my own. I looked at Cygnette; I
pressed my little lingam down into hiding between my legs; I
asked, "Would you like to do it with another female?"
Cygnette gasped with delight. "Yes! Oh, yes, my love, my
darling!" he cried out. At once he let me strip him, kiss his
bosoms, and reach beneath his bim to squeeze his lingam; almost
at once he returned the favours to me. Very soon, beneath the
warm shower, we were climaxing together like two female
Extraordinaires with our thighs intertwined, while each of us
gushed beneath our big frantically pumping bims.
After the shower had ended, Cygnette asked me, "Would you like to
wear girls' clothing too?" I assured him that I would. He gave me
some lacy undies, some flimsy bosom armour, a blouse, a full
skirt, some anklets, and some shiny shoes. I put them on; though
a bit loose, they fit passably well.
Cygnette, still nude and no longer hiding his lingam, redid my
short hair in a slightly more girlish style; then he asked me,
"Would you like to show off your new attire to the admiring
crowds?"
I giggled. "Oh, dear!" I said. "They'll all say the rumours were
right!"
Too embarrassed to go out with him at once, I asked him: "I say,
did they--er--did they know your lingamette was so huge when they
let you live here in the females' residence?"
"Of course," said Cygnette. "They're quite sharp-eyed about
things like that. They told me I'd got to do a thoroughly top-
notch job of keeping up appearances, and I told them that was
exactly what I wished to do. When you're conforming to the Grand
Tradition, you know, appearances are *exceedingly* important.
But, of course, decent girls don't go about displaying their
*lingamettes* and *yonies* to everyone, while they do display
their clothes, their hair, and all that. So, you see, it would
never do to have me inhabiting the *male* students' residence!"
I laughed. "Shall I have to move over here too, do you think, if
I go about like this?" I admired my girlish looks in Cygnette's
big looking-glass.
"Of course," said Cygnette. "Would you like that?"
I looked at Cygnette and took a deep breath. "Yes," I said. "I
can see that this is where I belong, after all."
"I'm *so* glad," Cygnette told me, "you lovely girl!" He gave me
a big hug and kiss on the mouth. Then he arose and began to put
on a tough-looking sport binding (that's a bit like what's called
a "jock-strap" outside Utopia). "You won't need one of these
today, will you?" he asked. "I've got to wear one in public at
all times, and a full skirt too, so my lingamette won't get
noticed. It's one of the little hardships a girl's got to endure
when her lingamette's twenty centimetres long!" Cygnette giggled.
(That's almost eight inches, in case you didn't know.)
"So long as I wear a full skirt," I said, "I don't think I'll
need one at all, even if I get excited. My--my lingamette's quite
tiny, only eight centimetres, and I'm sway-backed too."
"Ooh, you're lucky!" cried Cygnette. "Yes, I admit I noticed;
sway-backed girls often have the cutest-looking bims!" My new
"girlfriend" giggled again. "Well, let me get ready and we'll go
out!" Soon Cygnette and I formed a matching set, in blouses,
skirts, and all. She opened her door--for, so far as the Grand
Tradition was concerned, Cygnette was "she" indeed when her
clothes were on and her big lingamette was concealed--and we
emerged.
***
Eyes began to turn almost at once as we made the grand tour of
Highview Academy's elegant grounds. Steve saw us, and his eyes
seemed to bulge almost out of his head. I wanted someone else to
see us too; I sought her out; at last I found her, studying in
the Instant Information Centre (a bit like what you'd call a
"library," only rather more advanced).
I made sure she saw me--something I'd never been able to do
before.
Her blue eyes grew wide with fright and disbelief. Fixing my big
brown eyes on her in triumph, I gave Cherie the big, bright smile
she had never given me....
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