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Butchytown
By Trapper Jock McIntyre
Part I - Life Can Be Hard in Butchytown - But That's Not a Bad Thing
Tucked away in a typical heartland, you'll find the not so typical
community of Butchytown. Butchytown grew out of various experiments
conducted by various secret agencies in the late 1960s during the Cold
War. Given the hysteria of the time, it was felt that something needed to
be done to toughen up society, a society that these agencies saw as going
all soft with things like flower power and peace and love. As we all know
however, peace, love, understanding always win out, and so Butchytown
didn't go exactly as expected. Today it lives up to its unofficial motto,
Butchytown .. where the boys are men, and so are the girls.
The morning sun streamed into a bedroom in one of the houses. Kathy Allen
stirred in her sleep. She's a bright 16 year old girl, active in her high
school, both academically and well as in sports. The walls of her bedroom
are decorated with posters of hunky guys in speedo swimsuits. A stack of
magazines are on her desk -- copies of "Butch Girl". Articles highlighted
in the issue on the top of the stack included:
To pad or not pad .. achieving that sensuous bulge in your jeans
Hot new jockstraps for summer
Sexy butch hairstyles for you that will drive guys crazy
Kathy rolled over to lay on her back. The covers shifted and in doing so
revealed her a-cup breasts, and that she was wearing a pair of boy's
Jockey Y-Fronts. A small trail of short hair extended from the waist band
of her boy's underwear up to her navel. Her short black hair was cut in a
crewcut.
Kathy smiled and stretched. Her hand made its way down to her crotch and
she gave it a scratch and with that a small bulge from her erect clit
became apparent in her tight white Jockey Y-Fronts. She traced her fingers
along the treasure trail of hair that extended from her navel down to her
boy's underwear and the stuck her hand inside the waistband. A circular
motion could be detected as she began jilling-off. Kathy pulled her boy's
underwear down and began stroking her two inch clit. Holding it between
her thumb and two fingers she moaned as she pulled at it.
As she was pleasuring herself her mind drifted off to a dream land. In her
imaginings, her boyfriend Ken walked into her room.
"Hey dude! Time to get up for school! Oh -- sorry, I didn't know you where
busy."
Kathy laughed. "Yeah, something came up. It's really hard; do you think
you could help me with it?"
"Gladly!" Ken replied as he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself
between Kathy's legs. Kathy's clit jutted obscenely from between her pussy
lips and Ken bent down, and took it between his lips and began sucking on
it. Kathy moaned as Ken licked along the two inches of her erect clit. Ken
felt a stirring in his own Jockey Y-Fronts as he pleasured her.
Noticing this Kathy said, "It's your turn now my sweet boyfriend. Care to
69?"
"That's my favorite number," Ken replied.
With that he turned around Kathy pulled his cock out of the fly of his
underwear. Ken pulled her boy's underwear back up around her waist, and in
imitation spread the fly open of his girlfriend's briefs open so that her
clit poked through. As Kathy sucked on Ken's dick, he in turn began
licking at the head of her erect clit.
Ken's balls began to tighten as Kathy's hips began to buck. In one huge
eruption, white sticky fluid squirted from Kathy's pussy making a huge wet
spot on the front of her Jockey boy's underwear. Ken felt the wetness
against his face and felt a spasm move through his penis as his own sticky
semen flooded Kathy's mouth.
As they basked in the afterglow of their masculine love making, the voice
of Kathy's mother came echoing up the stairs.
"C'mon Kathy, time to get ready for school!"
Kathy began to snap back to the real world as the dream image of her
boyfriend began to fade.
"Oops .. better get rolling. See you at the school bus Ken!" Kathy said as
her dream evaporated.
Kathy got up and stretched. She flexed her biceps and admired the ironlike
toughness they exhibited. She yawned as she gave her crotch a good
scratch. She reached into her underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of
boy's Fruit of the Loom fly-front briefs and set them on the bed. She
grabbed a t-shirt that proudly proclaimed Butchytown High School Rugby -
Kathy - Forward from another drawer and tossed it on the bed before
heading down the hall to the bathroom.
Kathy entered the bathroom, and picked up a can of shaving cream. She
washed her face and then and gave the can a good shake before squirting
some of the white cream into the palm of her hand. She smoothed it on her
cheeks, under her nose and along her chin before picking up a razor to
shave her face. She didn't really have all that much facial hair. Just a
little peach fuzz that grew out every so often.
As she shaved her mind drifted back to her boyfriend Ken. Just like any
other girl her thoughts were on attending the prom, she imagined how
handsome she and Ken would look together, both dressed in their tuxedos.
After she finished up shaving, Kathy splashed some aftershave on her face
and went back to her bedroom to finish dressing. Looking at her reflection
in the mirror, she was happy that she was a girl, a butch girl.
As she headed back to her bedroom, Kathy thought about the fact that there
were other types of girls in the world out there. Some even attended her
school. They looked all funny she thought, in their dresses and with their
frilly panties and bras. She'd never be caught dead in those.
As she pulled off her Jockey Y-Fronts that she had slept in onto the bed,
she laughed, "Nope give this girl a good ol' pair of boy's underwear any
day!"
Kathy picked up the fresh pair of boy's Fruit of the Loom briefs that she
had set out earlier and pulled them on. She then pulled on her t-shirt.
Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she smiled.
After dressing Kathy grabbed her gym bag and filled it with a towel, a
pair of shorts, a t-shirt, her trainers and a pair of athletic socks. Then
finally she returned to her chest of drawers and pulled out a jockstrap.
Looking at her alarm clock, she made note that she had better hurry. It
was almost time for the bus?and Ken.
Part II - School Daze
Butchytown High School was a cool place to go to school. It wasn't unlike
any other school. Yes, it had restrooms and locker-rooms for both boys and
girls. The big difference was the girl's restrooms also had urinals like
the boy's did. In fact the only difference between it and boy's restroom
was that that the girl's restroom had a Kotex and Tampax dispenser on the
wall. Mounted next to it was a special dispenser for a product called
'Stand-UP'. This was special funnel like device that butch girls like
Kathy used to stand to pee at urinals. Sometimes the femme girls tried to
use them, usually ending up getting pee all over their legs. Kathy always
thought that they looked silly with their little skirts hiked up as they
stood in front of the urinals trying to pee like the butch girls did. She
wondered if any of these girls were secretly crossdressers who dressed
like butch girls at home.
Ken greeted her at the bus stop. As they kissed, Ken ran his fingers along
the outline of the seams of her boy's underwear through her tight jeans.
She caressed the bulge between his legs and as she did so, her clit began
to spring to attention.
"We better stop or we won't make it to school," Kathy observed.
"What's the worst that could happen? You might make a sticky mess in your
boy's undies?" Ken joked.
"That's a distinct possibility," Kathy replied as she squeezed his cock.
"Of course the same thing could happen to you."
Their petting was rudely interrupted by the arrival of a yellow school
bus.
"Want to resume this at the back of the bus?" Ken asked.
"You bet!" Kathy replied.
Ken and Kathy climbed into the bus and proceeded to some seats near the
back.
"Do you want to go tomorrow night to get fitted for our tuxedos for the
prom?" Kathy asked after they got seated.
"Sure, you want to go after rugby practice?" Ken asked.
"Good idea," Kathy agreed.
"Have you talked to your mom about packing?" Ken asked.
"I've tapped danced all around it. She's a bit old fashioned about that
sort of thing. I just don't understand. She thinks it too risqu? at my
age. I wish she'd get with it, after all this is 2006, not 1966"
"All I know is that I can hardly wait to see you with a nice masculine
basket between your legs. You of all the girls in the world will look just
yummy like that!" Ken smiled.
"Ah Ken! You say the sweetest things." Kathy smiled as the bus pulled up
to the school. "Looks like we're here. Better get this day over and done
with."
Kathy and Ken kissed as they headed off to class.
About mid morning, Kathy headed toward her third period gym class. She
entered the girls locker-room to get ready for gym class. Finding a locker
she flicked open the lock and pulled out her gym clothes out of her bag,
joining the rest of class as they changed clothes for phys-ed. In support
of the fact that femme girls and butch girls shouldn't be in a mixed gym
class, Kathy's class was all butch girls. All around her, girls with hairy
legs, unshaved underarms, muscular bodies, and treasure trails of hair
that extended from their pubic area up to their navels stood pulling on
jockstraps.
Jane Woodall came over and tossed her stuff in locker next to Kathy's.
"Hey Kathy, how's it hanging?" Jane asked as she began undoing her jeans.
"Pretty good? How's about you?" Kathy replied as she began to pull her t-
shirt over her head.
"Not bad. Did you pick out your tux for the prom, yet?" Jane inquired.
"Ken and I are going in tomorrow night after school. We want to match all
the way, right down to our boy's underwear!" Kathy answered as she pulled
off her jeans. "And speaking of underwear, I see that you have a nice
bulge in yours. Is that your new packy? Can I see it?"
"Sure," Jane said. She pulled down her Levi's 501 and hung them on a hook
in the locker. She then reached into her Jockey Y-Fronts, pulled out her
packy, and handed it to Kathy.
Kathy examined the prosthetic penis. "Is it comfortable?"
"You bet. It feels really natural," Jane observed. "Want to try it?"
"Can I? Wait .. I have to feel the ultimate," Kathy said as she pulled off
her boy's Fruit of the Loom briefs and grabbed her jockstrap.
Kathy pulled her jockstrap up to her hips and adjusted the straps around
her butt cheeks. Satisfied, she stuffed the flesh colored silicon replica
of a flaccid penis and testicles down in the pouch and adjusted it into
position. Much better she thought.
Kathy smiled a pick grin of satisfaction. "Wow. What do you think? I just
have to get one of these, but my mom is giving me a hard time about it.
She says that I'm still her little girl."
"You look great! With a nice packy between your legs you won't look like
her LITTLE girl for long!" Jane laughed. "That looks so much better than
being all flat like the girly girls. Don't worry; I'll have my mom talk
with your mom"
"Way cool. Then it will complete my look for the prom. Both Ken and I will
have nice bulges between our legs!" Kathy began to pull on her t-shirt for
gym and Jane cleared her throat.
"Umm .. er .. if you don't mind... I'd like to have it back to stuff in my
own jockstrap" Jane pointed out.
"Oh. Sorry. It's just that it feel so right." Kathy pulled it out of
jockstrap and handed it back to Jane. "Here you go"
The rest of the school day proceeded normally. When Kathy's day was over
done, she headed toward her locker to get her coat. Feeling the urge to
pee, Kathy entered the girl's rest room and dropped her gym bag on the
floor. She approached the bank of vending machines and purchased a 'Stand-
UP' before walking over to a urinal to pee. As she stood there, a femme
girl walked in and gave her the eye. The femme girl stood at one of the
sinks and fiddled with her make-up. Kathy finished up and pulled up the
zipper on her jeans. She tossed the Stand-UP into the trash. The femme-
girl kept eyeing her. Kathy felt it to be extremely unnerving.
Kathy walked out of the girl's restroom. "Femmes are so strange," she
thought. "Who can figure them out?"
She had gotten to her locker to get her coat when she realized hat she had
forgotten her gym bag back in the girls restroom. She ran back down the
hallway and entered the restroom. The zipper on her gym bag was open.
Someone had obviously been going through her stuff. She did a quick
inventory. Her jockstrap was missing.
"What the fu.." Kathy began to say when she noticed a pair of feet from
under the partition of one of the stalls. She crept along the row of
toilets and when she got to occupied one, squinted her eyes as she peered
the crack between the door and the partition. It was the femme girl! She
was sitting on the toilet sniffing Kathy's jockstrap. But even more than
that, her shirt was pulled up and she was fingering herself. Her hand was
thrust into her underwear and she jilling off. Kathy then saw the icing on
the cake. The femme girl was wearing a pair of boy's BVDs!
"She's a frigging crossdresser!" Kathy thought.
Kathy gave the door a full force body blow and the simple slide lock
snapped. The femme girl jumped to her feet and then began crying.
"Just what the hell are you doing with my jockstrap?" Kathy demanded.
"I can explain I can explain," the femme girl stammered and began to sob.
Kathy saw her tears and bent down. She brushed away the femme's tears with
her hand.
"There. There. Don't cry. It's okay. Do you like to wear boy's underwear
like we butch girls do?" she asked.
The cute little femme sobbed quietly. "Yes. I do."
"It's okay." Kathy reassured her. Kathy's curiosity was piqued. She never
met a crossdresser before. "Why do you do it?" she asked.
The femme girl sniffed. "I don't know. I just do"
"Do you like the way boy's underwear feels?" Kathy asked.
"I suppose," the femme answered.
"I see. I guess you really like my jockstrap" Kathy said as she pointed to
the lipstick stains and smear of makeup on the pouch.
"I guess I do," the femme answered.
Kathy continued her questioning. "Does it turn you on to know that my
pussy was all warm and snug in the pouch of that jockstrap?"
This was the catalyst that finally got the femme to speak more than simple
phrases. "Uh-huh. It really does. It turns me on a lot to think of you
butch girls running around nothing but jockstraps. I want so much to be
like you, but my mom won't let me!"
With that the femme started crying again.
"Hey. We butchies don't cry like that," Kathy said.
"I just wish my mom would understand," the femme said as sniffed back her
tears.
This last bit touched Kathy's heart as she thought about her mom not being
too keen on her getting a packy. "I guess it goes the same both butches
and femmes" she thought.
"Hey," Kathy asked. "I see that you like to wear boy's underwear. Have you
ever worn a jockstrap?"
"Er, ah, no," the femme answered.
"Well, if you want to be a butchy, you have to start wearing one. Let's
start with mine. Pull off your BVDs and I'll help you put the jockstrap
on," Kathy instructed.
The femme stood up and reached under her skirt and slowly pulled her boy's
whit BVDs down her smooth shaved legs. She stepped out of them and let
them in a ball on the floor.
"Okay, now lift your leg, precious," Kathy ordered as she held out the
jockstrap and slipped the femme's foot threw the strap. "Now the other
one"
The femme did as she was told and then Kathy slid the jockstrap up her
legs and then under her skirt.
"Lift your skirt sweetie, so that I can adjust your jockstrap," Kathy told
the femme.
The femme did as she was told and Kathy adjusted the jockstrap on her
hips. As she adjusted the pouch flat against the femme's pussy, the femme
sighed.
"You like that don't you sweetie?" Kathy inquired.
"Oh yes," the femme sighed.
Kathy began massaging the femme's pussy through the pouch of the
jockstrap. She tucked the fabric of the pouch between her pussy lips and
then began making circles around the femme's clit.
The femme began moaning and Kathy pulled down her own jeans and stuck her
hand in the fly opening of her boy's underwear. As she fingered her own
pussy Kathy started to munch on the femme's jockstrap covered pussy. Soon
their passion reached a boiling point and they moaned in climax.
After Kathy caught her breath, she stood up and began to pull up her
jeans. "What's your name precious?"
"Angela, er Angie," the femme answered
"Well Angie. You can keep the jockstrap. It can be your first," Kathy said
with certain softness in her voice.
Angie's eyes got really big and tear began to roll down her cheek. "Wow!
Thank you. Are you sure I can keep it?"
Kathy cupped Angie's chin in her hand. "Of course you can. You'll need to
start wearing one if you want to be a butch girl."
Angie stood and began adjusting her schoolgirl skirt as Kathy continued.
"Besides, Angie, you look kind of cute in it."
Kathy zipped up the fly of her jeans and turned to leave. Angie stood
there smoothing the wrinkles out of her skirt. She reached up under it and
gave the strap of her jockstrap a snap and smiled at Kathy.
"Thank you. I guess I can't say that enough. I guess you butchies aren't
as strange as everyone says."
Kathy laughed. "You femmes aren't too bad either." She paused and then
looked at Angie. "Say, if you'd like maybe some of the other girls and I
could do a butchy makeover on you."
"Seriously?" Angie exclaimed.
"Sure. C'mon. I'll introduce to some of the girls."
Angie picked up her books and held them in from of her chest as they
walked toward the door of the girl's restroom. Kathy frowned at her and
nodded at the way she was carrying the books. Angie quickly got the
message and pulled her books down to her side. They both started laughing.
Their voices echoed as they walked down the hallway.
"There was a great article in Butch Girl magazine this month on some great
sexy butch haircuts. Maybe you can pick out one you'd like. Oh, and a
great you article on jockstraps."
"Uh, I know. I have a copy hidden in my bedroom between the mattress and
box springs of my bed," Angie observed.
Kathy laughed and slapped Angie on the back. "You're going to do just
fine."
And so a new friendship was forged in Butchytown, proving once again, that
no matter how different two people are, love and understanding can always
be a bridge between them.
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