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For Better or Worse
Part 2
I had been seeing a Psychiatrist ever since we moved to our new town; her
name was Dr Helen Childs. She was a middle age woman and understood my
condition fully. She was brought up to speed by Dr Dana. I would see her
every week for an hour and I was very comfortable with her. We would
discuss how I felt about my body and other matters. She asked how I felt
about being a girl. I told her it was ok, I was getting used to it. I was
glad I wasn't butt ugly, which would have made my life a living hell. I
felt strange when men and boys would look at me, like a piece of meat. I
guess I deserve that though, since that is how I would look at girls.
She asked if I was attracted to boys, as I was now almost fourteen and in
8th grade I said "No, well not really". I explained that it was hard to
articulate, but I wasn't completely put off by them. I was still much
more attracted to girls, even more so then ever. She said that is good,
the hormones were having the right effect on me. They should make me more
comfortable being a girl and as a result more comfortable being around
guys. We would discuss this kind of stuff every week. I told her how
turned on I became by some of my girlfriends, especially Brits. She was
just so damn sexy. I told her it was kind of frustrating at times, when
the girls would get together we would give each other kisses on the cheek
and all I wanted to do was bury my tongue in their mouths and play tonsil
hockey. It helped me though to get it off my chest and just open up. Most
kids would have other friends to open up to, but in my circumstance I
couldn't.
Age 14
As you can see the rest of my time in middle school was uneventful. I
kept going to the Doctors and not finding any problems. My breasts were
growing slowly; I was now a full A-cup and had great nipples. I still had
not had a period yet, the Doctors wanted to give it a little more time to
naturally come around. All seemed well internally.
ALL MY TROUBLES BEGAN IN HIGH SCHOOL.
A little background here, I was declared dead in my old town, my parents
then moved to my new town over one thousand miles away. Not only that but
it was a middle size town in Middle America. I came in as their daughter.
They had kept their names and only mine was new. I tell you this because
you can imagine my surprise on the first day of High School when I hear
the teacher call names in homeroom, "Jack Somers"? "Here". I turn and see
a kid from my old school when I was a boy. I thought, oh great I hope he
doesn't recognize me. He didn't, thank god. He had suspected nothing when
mine was called and even when we passed by each other, he only gave me
the guy look over. Jack Somers was a dweeby kind of a kid; I didn't know
him well when I was a boy. He was quiet and stayed with his circle of
friends.
This worked out fine for me for about a month, until one day I got picked
up at school by my Mom instead of walking home like I usually did. I was
getting in the car and Jack walked by, he saw my mom and stopped, he look
at her again and then walked away with a puzzled look on his face. I saw
this and was a little concerned but kept it to myself. The next few days
I noticed Jack staring at me, like he was trying to picture something. I
was a little unnerved by this. I was walking home one day and felt like
someone was following me, I looked around but saw no one. "Great" I
thought. "Now I am getting paranoid". My mom was working outside, I said
hello and passed her on my way into the house. I didn't say a thing. I
should have.
It was six weeks into the school year and I was walking home, I sometimes
take a short cut through a few wooded lots by me, as I did I was suddenly
confronted by Jack Somers. He didn't mince words.
"Hi Josh," he said.
"What?" I said.
"I said hi Josh. You are Josh Martin," he said.
I said, "No, my name is Jennifer Martin".
He said, "It's Josh Martin and I can prove it."
I was getting nervous and said, "Look get out of my way, my name is Jen,
I don't know any Josh so go away."
He looked at me and started peppering me with questions, just like a
prosecutor. It was rapid fire and I just kept up my ignorance. He stated
my parents' names; I had to agree, but said they weren't who he thought
they were. We went back and forth and then he got me. I should have just
kept walking.
He got me on, "You were point guard on the Danvers school basketball
team, they went 14-2 your last year."
Instead of being clueless I answered, "It was 16-0." Oh shit, I thought.
"Got ya," he said. "I knew it was you when I saw your mom, she put on a
very convincing performance at your funeral."
"You can't prove a thing," I said.
"Yes I can," he said. "First off, he pulled out my Obituary; Josh Martin
is survived by his Mom Jessica and Father David." They had a picture of
the three of us in there; it was my mom's favorite.
I said, "It still doesn't prove."
"Yes it does, plus just a rumor like this will make you an outcast."
He had me there, plus he said I looked like Josh, just softer. He had my
last school pic from Danvers. It was blow up on the inside of the
yearbook. The book was dedicated to the kids killed in the bus crash and
they gave each of us a page. This was just great; I did still look a
little like Josh.
I said, "What do you want to keep quiet."
"I don't know, it is obvious that in that accident you weren't killed."
I explained what had happened and asked him to keep quiet.
He said, "Maybe, I will think about it."
"I would like to talk about it more privately, how about your house?"
"Ok, next Wednesday after school," I said.
"Good," he said.
I then walked home in complete despair. What would he want, what could I
give? What should I do?
Next Wednesday came, Jack would catch glimpses of me in school, and I
would try not to return the stare. I dreaded the bell ringing. Finally
school let out and I rushed home. No one was home as my mom went to work
late that day and my dad was home late. The house should be empty until
8:00. Jack knocked and I let him in.
"I have thought of what I want from you."
"What?" I said
He looked at me. "Sex," he said.
I was stunned, I was lost for words for a minute, and then said, "No
way."
He said, "That's the price or I start telling people."
"Give me a few minutes, let me think."
I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, could I do this? Could
I have sex with a guy? I had to pin him down to only once and to leave it
at that. I couldn't put my parents through the humiliation. We were all
doing so well now, financially and emotionally. I came out of the
bathroom.
"Ok, but hear are the rules, you only get it this once, never again. You
give me the yearbook and the paper clippings and never breathe a word of
me or me having sex with you."
"I agree." He had a very horny look in his eyes.
"I want the Yearbook and clippings first."
He then reached into his backpack and gave them to me.
"I want to do everything," he said.
I thought for a minute. "No anal," I said, I felt in my now spinning head
that this would be like being gay, go figure.
"Ok," he said. I gave one last ditch attempt to get out of it "You know
this is really like being a homosexual, I mean I was a boy". "It is even
more of a turn on" he said. With that I was resigned to having sex with
him, he looked wildly horny.
I took him up to my room, told him to strip, I did too. I wasn't going to
make this a sexual turn on take each others clothes off tryst. It was
going to be picking up the streetwalker and do it. We were both now nude,
he already had a hard on, he was 5 inches, a little more maybe, about
normal girth. He ran his hand over my tits and pussy, poking my pussy a
little. I gave no response. I took a pillow and put it on the floor, I
then kneeled down and took his raging cock in my hand, I stroked it twice
and suddenly he came with a groan. Luckily I had it pointed at my tits,
which he came on. I laughed to myself, I really had nerd boy turned on.
This actually turned me on too. In the back of my mind I wanted to know
what sex was like, even if it was as a girl. I looked up at him and said,
"If you keep that up, you won't even get to third base with me," as I was
now holding a deflated cock.
I got up and cleaned myself off with a baby wipe (good to have a round
for cleaning up such things). He was still soft when I finished, I then
took a wipe and cleaned his cock. I was surprised that he didn't get
erect again; he must really have blown his load.
He said, "Blow me."
So I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth, I found it
disgusting, yet exciting at the same time. I started to suck him off,
running my tongue over his head and shaft. I worked his member in my
mouth and with my hand. I could feel him pulsing, getting more and more
excited. He then began to fuck my mouth. He put his hands behind my head
and was pumping; I just let his cock slide in and out. Suddenly he tensed
up, II knew he was about to come and began to pull his cock out of my
mouth when he grabbed my head and thrust deep into my mouth and held it
there. The first jet of cum went down my throat, I almost gagged. The
next jets went into my mouth; I forced his cock out of my mouth and spit
it out.
"GROSS," I said, "Next time jerk weed ask if you can come in someone's
mouth!" Boy was I pissed. "You know what, get out for that. Sex over."
He looked shocked at me. "I'm sorry," he said. "I got so carried away."
"GET OUT, NOW!" I said.
He said, "Sex was our deal, I have not have sex yet, only foreplay. I
will tell everyone about you."
Damn, I thought. I was thinking maybe the jerk would get cold feet.
"Ok," I said. "So let's get it over with."
I laid down on the bed and spread my legs to show my almost hairless
slit. I realized that nerd boy had no intention of going down on me or
even playing with me, so I started to play with my clit to get moist. I
realized if I wasn't wet, that this could really hurt. Jack got himself
up with a few strokes and then took aim at my hole. He slid in with
relative ease and then laid on top of me. He started to pump real hard
and was grunting.
I was like "Oomph, oomph," on each pump only because he slammed into me.
This kid couldn't satisfy a girl with a roadmap. He was lasting longer
than I thought he would and we switched to doggie. He was again pumping,
but I wasn't enjoying it. He rolled me into the upright sitting position
with me on top riding him.
"Oh Shit," I thought to myself; I suddenly remembered that I was a real
girl and that I could get pregnant. How could I get him to pull out, we
weren't using rubbers and to ask now because of STD's was dumb. I was
panicking when it suddenly became moot.
"UH, UH, UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he said as he flooded my pussy with cum.
I was stunned. I got off him and ran to the bowl. I tried to force it all
out of me; I took the water nozzle in the bathtub and sprayed up in me.
Finally I came back out, worried sick to my stomach. Jack was getting
dressed, oblivious to what was going on.
"That was great. If you ever want to do it again, let me know."
"Not on your life asshole," I said.
"Now don't be like that, you are really good, for an it."
"Listen jerk wad, I am a girl, get used to it, I have."
He got changed and had a smirk on his face on the way out; he stopped at
the door and said, "You know I have copies of all that stuff I gave you.
I just wanted to see how good you were and since you are good I think we
will keep up the relationship."
I was now pissed. I saw him out the door and made him wait a minute. I
locked the door and went upstairs. I then took down the digital video
camera and looked at the footage, yep it was perfect. I had a line
running directly to my computer where it was also downloaded. I took the
camera and went downstairs. I opened a window and told him to come to the
window.
"I thought an asshole like you couldn't be trusted. So I recorded our
little fling."
I turned the view screen towards him and showed him.
"Now, if you ever breathe a word of this, I will send it out to everyone
in our class. I will let them know how much you enjoyed being with a guy
and that it was your lifelong dream."
He was silent. "This tryst is over nerd boy, now go back to your comic
books and never bother me again."
He realized he was done and walked away and thankfully out of my life.
Now I just hope I am not knocked up. What do I do?
My friend Kelly was a mousey little thing, cute but not a ravishing
beauty with a very petite body. I trusted her more than any other
girlfriend I had. I talked to her about what had happened (I left out
some major details though, like being a boy). I asked her to accompany me
to Dr Sheila Morgan's office. I couldn't tell my mom, she wouldn't
understand. Kelly and I went on the bus on Wednesday. We had a half day
of school. Dr Shelia was in, I had called her and talked to her quickly,
she said to come in as soon as I could.
"Jen," Dr Sheila said. "What possessed you to have sex without a condom
or being on the pill?"
"I don't know it just sort of happened," I said.
"Last time we talked, you weren't that keen on boys," Shelia said.
"I have had a minor change of heart," I said.
"Good, the other doctors will be glad to know". "Now let's check you
out."
Dr Shelia gave me a pregnancy test and did an internal on me. I will
never get used to being exposed on the table like that.
"Well the test is negative, but since you have never had a period we
won't be sure until a month from today."
I didn't understand. Shelia said, "If you were having periods, we would
just wait until your next one for sure, but since you have no cycle we
will wait 30 days and retest."
"Ok," I said.
"Jen, from now on no more unprotected sex." She told me to wait and went
out to get something. She came back in with 12 round packs. "These are
birth control pills, start taking them today and we will see if we can
get your cycle going."
She then explained how they worked and told me I had to take one
everyday. I had enough for a year. I thanked her and said I would be back
in a month. I put the pills in my purse and left with Kelly.
"Thanks Kelly for coming."
"What are friends for, but you owe me one," she said.
I went home and hid the pills; I started taking them as directed. I was
ok for the first week; I kept talking with Kelly about it. She asked what
I would do if I were preggers.
"I don't know," I said. "What would you do?"
"I would have it; I just couldn't abort a baby."
"Neither could me," I said.
I was starting to get nervous after three weeks, I was getting up and
puking, I called Kelly.
"Don't even joke that it is morning sickness," she said.
I begged her to come over, it was a Saturday and we could talk. My
stomach was cramping and all. Basically I felt crappy. Kelly talked about
it with me and was giggling to herself. I was getting ticked at her.
"What is so damn funny?" I said.
"I'm sorry, I think I know what is going on."
"What?" I said.
She said to just wait. We talked about girl thing, like dresses and other
clothes, what looked sexy. We talked about the tramp kids at school. Boy
was I becoming a girl. Suddenly I felt really weird. I went into the
bathroom, Kelly followed.
She said, "What's' wrong?"
"I feel really weird."
She laughed, "Where?"
"In the pit of my stomach and between my legs," I told her.
"Drop you pants and panties" she said.
I did as she asked and then she said to touch my pussy lightly. I put a
finger down there and lifted it back up. It had blood on it.
"Well now you are a woman," Kelly said.
"I have my period," I said.
"Yes you do," she laughed.
She pulled out some a box of tampons and showed me how to use them. "I
got them on my way over, I thought you might not have any and it seemed
like this was going to happen. Sucks, doesn't it?"
I agreed with her on that one. After I got fixed up, I thanked her for
being such a good friend. We hugged each other tightly and then kissed on
the cheeks, then lightly on the lips. I pulled back a little and looked
in her eyes, I then moved my face forward a little and so did she. We
placed our lips together and then I opened my mouth. She took full
advantage and we were now frenching wildly. I really wanted her, any girl
for that fact. We just lay on my bed and made out for another hour. I was
surprised by this, but very happy. It was time she went home, so I walked
her to the door kissed her again and watched her walk away. I was on
cloud nine.
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