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The Boy Who Wasn't Seen And The Girl Who Couldn't Speak - Part 1 free porn video
The boy who wasn't seen and the girl who couldn't speak.
By Ranma3/4
Foreword: Ever since I found out about it, I have been completely
fascinated with the subject of gender and changing between them. After
eventually confirming my own identity(Heterosexual Male with introverted
qualities), I found out about sites like these with TG stories and
thought they were great. However, since I am far more interested by
stories dealing with the change in identity rather than ones that deal
chiefly with sexual activity, I found somewhat of a shortage. But, I
digress. This is ironically a story dealing more with gender roles in
society rather than transgenderism itself, but nevertheless I hope it
will be entertaining. Constructive criticism is appreciated on this story
based on a dream I had.
Chapter 1: Boys can't be shy
"Sleep away camp? I'll, I'll be away from you on the weekdays?" Jack
trembled as he spoke. He hated being away from his parents, and even
though he was 14, had never spent a night away from them.
"Weekends too," said his mother, who might as well have ripped his heart
out.
"But... that's not fair!" screamed Jack as his eyes welled with tears.
"I'll be away from all my stuff, not to mention you guys, for the whole
summer? That defeats the whole purpose of summer!" He stomped his foot
angrily.
"Stop it Jack. This is part of the reason your father and I decided to
make you go."
"What is? If I did something wrong I'm sorry, just please don't make me
go, you know I hate the woods! Why are you doing this to me? This must be
costing you a lot of money. If I stay home you'll save a ton!"
Jack was in full panic mode now. Every weapon against his parents'
decisions in his mental arsenal was out in full force. There was no way
he was going to spend his summer away from his safe haven of TV and video
games and into a proverbial lions' den of the exact type of kid who made
every day of his school life a living hell.
Jack's mother sighed and hugged him, muffling his tears, just like she
did when he was little.
"Now Jack, I love you so much, more than anything," said his mother as
she hugged him deeper.
"Then, why..."
"Jack, you don't have any friends, and you don't play any sports. You
don't even play with the neighborhood kids."
"And?" Jack said, knowing full well what she meant but protesting what
she was implying. "I don't need any friends, or sports. I always get A's
in school, and I have plenty of stuff to do at home. Don't worry, I won't
get bored."
"Jack, people need friends, especially teenagers your age. It isn't
normal for boys your age to just play with toys and games all day. You
need to learn to get along with other people."
"I get along with you and dad just fine! Come on, that stuff can't be
THAT important."
Jack was running out of things to say and growing more nervous by the
second. His voice sounded shaky.
However, his mother was right about one thing, he was certainly different
from other boys his age in more ways than one. First, although he was
actually average height for his age, most of the boys at his school were
not and easily towered over him. Something else that worried him was that
even though his voice had broken, no other signs of puberty had. His body
had little if any hair, and although his parents and relatives often told
him he was handsome, he knew that if his head was on a girl's body it
would be called "beautiful". All in all, Jack knew he wasn't a shining
example of masculinity, but he honestly didn't care.
"Mom... please, I want to stay with you," Jack pleaded, doing the best
puppy-dog eyes he had ever done.
Jack's mother, Lisa, knew that Jack would react this way. She and her
husband were so grateful to have a child that he was coddled and
protected by them always. Jack had gotten used to it, and as a result
never felt the desire to rebel against his parents like most teenagers
did, and eventually form their own groups of friends. A pat of her loved
this. She loved her son so much, but she and her husband knew that he had
to grow up.
"Jack, so do I, more than anything else, but your father and I feel it is
best for you to experience this on your own. Camp Silva is a good camp. I
heard they just got computers, so you may be able to use them there too."
"They do?" said Jack. While his surprise was true, his mind was more
focused on the first part of her statement 'just'. In this day and age,
'just' getting computers seemed fairly backwards, but at the same time
gave Jack a little bit of hope, as well as a sinister idea in the back of
his mind.
"Can you tell me the camp website?" said Jack, sniffling his tears.
"Sure sweetie." His mother gave him the sheet of paper with camp
information.
"Now come on Jack, we have to start packing your things. The camp starts
next week."
Jack wasn't as sad now, as the beginnings of a plan began to formulate in
his mind.
Six days later, Jack was far calmer than he was the previous week. He had
seen the camp website, and it was as pathetic as any site he had ever
seen. Their brochure was professional enough, and he knew his parents had
seen the camp, but the website was a basic HTML geocities site with
images.
"Geez, did they just get a counselor to put this together one afternoon?"
In truth, he wasn't surprised the site was so shoddy. Camping and the
internet seemed like interests that were mutually exclusive.
Nevertheless, his heart leapt with joy when he found that the password to
edit the site was in fact the name of the camp spelled backwards.
Of course, he wasn't going to ruin the site. He wouldn't do anything that
destructive. He merely wanted to see if what he originally suspected was
correct, and it was. The camp actually kept its attendance files uploaded
to the internet but inaccessible from the main site in case of file loss.
"This is too good to be true," he thought. Unfortunately, the camp had
over 200 young teenagers, girls and boys, attending. "Crap, this is gonna
take a while to find my name."
The file was simple text information, but it was a hell of a lot of it.
For each camper there was financial as well as physical and emergency
contact information.
"Ah, there we go, Jack Rivers," he said as he found his entry. He was
scheduled for one month and three weeks of pure hell, and now was going
to make sure it would be much less. He smiled nervously as he erased his
information from the file.
It was the perfect plan. When he got to camp, he would act nervous and
flustered, and say that he wanted to go home. The counselor would check
his records, find that he didn't have any, and send him home as early as
the next day. What was even better was that they would have to refund his
parents' money as well, so he didn't hurt them financially.
Electrified with excitement, Jack tried to sleep. He knew tomorrow would
be an eventful day.
"Hey Jack, it looks like you're feeling a lot better today," said his
father at the bus stop, awestruck at his recovery from the previous week
of moping and crying he had done.
"Don't get me wrong Dad, I still don't want to go. Now that the wait is
over, I can start being scared of the real torture rather than just being
scared of going to be tortured," Jack said smugly.
His father gave a confident laugh. "Come on Jack, please try to make
friends, okay?"
"Hmph," replied Jack loosely. After giving his parents one last farewell
hug before the bus arrived, he stepped on.
As (bad)luck might have it, the boys and girls were being taken in
separate busses, so as soon as Jack stepped on a cloud of swearing and
yelling filled the halls of the seatbelt-less brown leather bus seats.
Jack tried to find an unoccupied seat, but had to settle for one with a
rather cross-looking individual with a jock-like body and clean haircut.
He was only about 4 inches taller than him, but the width of his body and
arms compared to Jack's scrawny build made him seem far larger.
It was then that the bus started to drive away, and he could already hear
mutterings of "that faggy kid that just got on?" and "Yeah, he looks
gay". Jack sighed and tried to make himself seem as small as possible. As
the drive went on, he found himself to be the "topic of the half-hour" no
more, thankfully.
That didn't make him feel any better though, as school was the same. No
one ever seemed to notice him except if it was to make a negative
comment. Otherwise, he may as well have been invisible. Because of this,
Jack was adept at blending into the crowd and avoiding attention, as it
managed to avoid him. At the very least, he was glad no one he knew from
school was on the bus.
He learned through forced overhearing that most of the boys there were
athletes, or even luckier, those scholar-athletes who excelled in both
physical and mental activities. That made little difference to Jack, who
was ignored by all cliques. He mainly listened to alleviate the boredom
of the long bus ride.
After four hours, the bus finally arrived at camp Silva, which did not
defy its Latin root. A huge campsite that Jack couldn't see to the end of
from the bus window's view was surrounded by an even larger forest and
was placed beside a moderately sized lake. The cabins he saw were fairly
big and grouped into two main sections, he guessed for the boys and the
girls. One group was near the lake while part of another he could see was
nearer to the playing fields and forest.
"Okay boys, time to get off. We have to take attendance," said the
counselor as the bus doors squeaked open.
The boy next to Jack pushed past him without saying a word. Jack was used
to it though, and not exactly in a hurry. He eventually got out to see
the boys walk into what appeared to be the center of the camp.
The counselor who was on the bus with the boys, along with several
others, were joined by a much older man, who began to give a speech.
"Hello boys," he said in a gruff, but friendly voice. "Welcome to Camp
Silva. I know that most of you have come here for exercise in the off-
season from your particular sport, while others have come to get in
shape, and maybe even others have come just for fun. Well, during your
stay here you will have the opportunity to do all of that and more. I am
Dr. Ballard and I am more or less in charge of the camp. If you have any
major complaints or questions you can come to me or your counselor. We're
first going to give you a tour of the camp, then split you off into your
cabins where you will find your camp uniforms you'll use for the summer.
With that, I'll leave you with these fine fellows right here, who will
tell you all about the variety of interests we satisfy here."
Jack wondered something, "What kind of doctorate did it take to run a
camp?" Was a degree truly necessary? Or was he retired and is doing this
for kicks?
"It dosen't matter," thought Jack. The tour group was big, and was
heading towards the lake. He tried to make a break for the Doctor's cabin
when a counselor stopped him.
"Hey, where are you going? Follow the tour big guy."
"But..."
"Come on, let's go," said the tall, brown haired college student who
impeded Jack's road to freedom. Begrudgingly, Jack went to the tour
group, which headed towards the lake.
"Ok guys, this is Patria lake, where all of our swimming activites will
be held. If you're used to a pool, sorry about that, the Doc is kind of
old-fashoined," said the tour guide, hoping for some laughs from the
anxious group.
"Over here by the lake are the girls cabins, and the building closest to
the lake is the shower houses. Everybody has to shower after swimming
guys." The group groaned as they headed to the dock.
"While we're here I have to warn you guys about something. There is
absolutely no sneaking into the girls' cabins at night, no exceptions
guys." Some snickering was heard in the crowd.
"Geez, can these guys be any more stereotypical?" thought Jack. They
seemed just like the kids that picked on him at school. Athletic kids,
intelligent or otherwise, who were sexually active and only cared about
hot girls and people like them. He couldn't believe....
"Aaah!!" said Jack as he slipped on the dock, fumbling in the muddy sand
of the shoreline. "My clothes, they're... oh crap," said Jack as he
noticed something very troubling. As it turns out his clothes were not
only soaked but caught on a sharp rock, ripping a hole in his pants in a
very inconvenient place.
Jack was horrified. If the other boys saw him like this, he would never
hear the end of it. Thankfully, they didn't hear his yell, or at least,
if they did they paid no attention.
"Where is that nosy counselor now?" Jack thought, annoyed. However, now
was not the time, he needed to find a change of clothes, and fast. He
looked around frantically. Thankfully his glasses were not damaged.
The boys' cabins where his uniform waited were all the way across the
camp. He would never make it...unless...
Jack quickly but stealthily ran to the shower house. Maybe, by some shred
of luck there would be some spare swim trunks.
He opened the door to reveal a set of showers and lockers, all looking
fairly old, but well kept and not dirty-looking like the ones at school.
"Dammit, nothing in the open," he said as the area seemed well-cleaned.
His only hope was the lockers. He began to frantically open and close
each locker, the metal clanging only magnifying his worry. This was far
from the perfect plan he envisioned.
He had reached the end of the first section of showers and lockers and
turned up nothing. His heavy, panicked breathing combined with the cold
of his clothes made him cough.
"Come on, next section, come on!" Jack said to himself as he opend and
closed a set of doors. More frantic searching turned up nothing, until he
reached the final locker by the door....having a full girls' uniform and
makeup kit.
Jack's jaw dropped.
"You have got to be freaking kidding me."
Jack had two choices. Go outside in ripped pants and risk being
embarrassed, or go out in a girl's uniform complete with skirt and
stockings and be called a fag even more.
"Damned if you do, and damned if you don't," Jack thought. Just then, he
saw a mirror. His handsome/pretty face.
Jack prayed his new idea would work, and for the first time, was thankful
for his girlish look.
TBC:
Chapter 2: Boys don't wear skirts
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