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Bend me Shape me, number 3
by Vonya Lee
The walk from the train station to Dan and Maria's condo is all uphill.
I stop at the bottom of the staircase to catch my breath. I've never
been this exhausted in my life. I'm spent. I don't know a soul around
here and thank god for that. I don't want to see anyone right now. I
doubt I'm capable of stringing together two coherent sentences.
Pulling myself up the three flights of stairs takes all the strength I
can muster. Opening the door I meet a wall of cool air. Yes! Central
A.C.! The best reason to stay here is the ac. Well, that and it get me
away from my girlfriend. My girlfriend! Boy that sounds funny just
saying it, 'my girlfriend'. I sure won't be saying that the same way
ever again.
Rummaging though their toiletries for some make up remover, I come
across a 'Fleet' enema. I read the box and decide to try it. I wasn't
sure what I needed to do after a night like last night, but cleaning out
seems like a good thing. He used rubbers but still ... Thank God for
that. He was the insistent one. I'm shocked and a little disgusted by my
lack of control. I was in no frame of mind to make intelligent
decisions. I was in complete surrender. I actually felt a little
disappointed when he did put one on. What an asshole I was. I swoon
thinking about how lucky I am that it was a gentleman like Daniel that
took my virginity.
Condoms or not, fingers, tongue, toys, lubricant all found themselves
inside me. Taking the enema was so simple. I wash my face and remove my
make up, brush my teeth, take a couple Motrin, and release the enema. I
take my pile of clothes and throw them in the hamper. I get out a
favorite T-shirt and a fresh pair of Calvin Klein's to sleep in. I turn
off all the phones, plug in my cell, drop the temperature to 65, pull
the heavy velvet drapes closed and said goodnight to the world.
I wake a good eight hours later, 5:17p.m. according to the ceiling. My
friends have this clock that projects the time up on the ceiling. It's
actually much cooler than it sounds. What a great bed this is. Maria
takes her sleep very seriously and this bed is a testament. I roll off
and head to the bathroom. I'm a wreck. My head feels like it's wrapped
in packing foam.
I pour myself a glass of juice and check my cell phone for missed calls.
Some calls for weed, they'll have to wait. Todd called three times. I'll
call him later. Right now I need to feed. I poach a couple of eggs,
toast an english muffin, butter and jam, and grill some veggie bacon. I
scarf the food down in front of the tv before heading to the shower.
The bath has a huge overhead showerhead, looks like a big metal
sunflower. Hot, hot water pours over me for minutes. Feels so good. I
start washing from my legs up. I see them as if for the first time. I
have great legs, shapely and long. I wonder how they'd look smooth?
They'd look fabulous, who am I kidding. Should I? I don't like having
body hair anymore. It looks gross on me. I feel petulant and pouty,
wonderful! Seeing a disposable razor, a thought crosses my mind... for
about a half a second. A lady Bic wouldn't stand a chance in this
lesbian forest.
I AM going to do it though, most definitely. As God as my witness I will
be hairless! Saints be praised! How though? Not shaving, how can I
shave my back? Maybe waxing ... waxing? I know it supposed to last the
longest. I know it's a salon thing. And it hurts! Three for three! I'm
going to get waxed! I'm going to set myself up for a full body waxing.
Back, ass, legs, chest, do they do your arms? I'm sure they do. I wonder
if it's as painful as everyone says it is. God I hope so! How about my
underarms? Do they wax underarms? That has got to hurt, ouch! I can't
wait! I want to suffer! Beauty is pain! Wow did I just say that? I did,
and you know what? I said exactly what I mean and I mean exactly what I
say. I want to suffer, I want to endure, I want to pay full price. I bet
you do it in a couple sessions. I think that's how I'd like to do it,
sessions and sections. I think it would be so much fun watching the
change take place over time. I love the idea of seeing one leg all hairy
and manly, the other soft and feminine. Eventually, finally, totally,
absolutely smooth. Smooth down the crack of my ass, smooth ball sack,
totally smooth, soft and smooth. I wonder if there's something I can
take to reduce muscle mass?
I use way too much shampoo out of habit. I love feeling the buzzed side
of my head. Funny not having a pile of hair in my hands. My hair. What
am I going to do with my hair? I love it. I love everything about it. I
really don't want to do anything to change it but I'm not sure. I'm
feeling pretty vulnerable and if Daniel did use me and doing my hair all
funky is tied up in it somehow, like a trophy or something, bonus points
on some dumb frat boy score sheet, well then I'll buzz my whole head.
I've got time before I decide.
My clothes all seem oddly inappropriate. I wish I had something else to
wear.
I pull on a T-shirt and some sweat pants, grab my cell phone, and head
to the couch. I sit on the couch with my legs tucked underneath me,
ready to call Todd back. I pack myself a bong hit, then two and three,
now I can talk.
I talked with Todd for the next two hours. I told him what happened! All
the details he asked for, he got. I wasn't sure what I was going to say,
but once I got started I couldn't stop. I answered all his sex
questions, some with forced brevity. I told him I had a major crush on
Daniel. He told me the little he knew but told me he had a friend who
knew more. I begged him to be subtle. 'For God sake you've got to be
subtle' I think were my exact words, but I have my doubts how deeply it
registered. The little gossip he had only deepened my crush. We babbled
on until I began losing my phone charge. All of a sudden I'm a teenage
girl gossiping? We decided to hang out the next night. He ends our
conversation with the sweetest thing I'd ever heard, 'Sweetie don't
worry, You just got a big sister and nobody mess' with my little
sister!' I feel so much better. I feel all warm and squishy. I feel like
I belong to a tribe again! Todd sounds more excited than I do, if that's
even possible.
Todd's coming by tonight, bringing a pizza and I'm going to make a
salad. While shopping for the salad, I found myself turning up the make
up aisle. One woman in the aisle and I couldn't get myself to stop! I
push right past her. I feel so conspicuous with my hair, how can I
start looking at mascara? What do I even look for? Stopping at the
aisle's end, I close my eyes, exhale, steady myself and turn back
around. I have to do this. I need to do this. I'm scary excited, a
pleasure victim of sudden arousal. I steady myself and turn around. The
other shopper pushes her cart past me. I'm free to shop. I select three
Revlon eyeliners and a Maybelline black mascara.
I normally use the self check out and its wide open, but instead choose
the line with the young, bored, black girl. I want someone else to see
what I'm buying. I want to give angry girl something to tell her friends
in the break room. 'You know it was for him, you could just tell,' I
imagine she'd say, 'Did you see that hair? Come on now. What straight
boy has blue hair? He wasn't no punk rocker, he was just a plain and
simple faggot, another thing, no straight boy gets his tongue pierced.
Plain and simple. You know why they do that right? They do it for giving
blow jobs, that's right, blow jobs. That's some sick shit, one guy
sucking off another ...' I don't have a pierced tongue. I imagine her
using it as a deliberate lie to hammer home her point. 'All I'm saying
is that make up was for his faggoty white ass, that's all.' I kind of
dig the idea of people spreading rumors like that about me. Now that I'm
thinking about it, maybe I should pierce my tongue. I'll ask Todd about
that tonight.
Next to the market is an 'Old Navy' clothing store. I put my grocery
bags in the car and head in to Old Navy. I'm sure they'll have the
sweats I want. They do, a table full of girls sweats with messages on
the ass, just what I wanted. The girl with the headset comes over and I
tell her I'm all set. I quickly pick out two pairs, one washed out
yellow, one washed out blue, both have 'Old Navy' written across the
bum. I'm not ready for the color pink or the word 'princess' yet, maybe
I never will be, who knows.
I made an arugula salad with walnuts, cranberries, and a little
Gorgonzola, dressed in a homemade raspberry vinagerette. I was getting
kind of anxious waiting. I decided I should do a bong hit. As so often
happens with me, one becomes three. I'm nervous. I haven't seen anyone
since late Saturday, back when I was somebody different. Is this going
to make thing's weird between us? Todd and I are old college roommates.
I'd been his jock protector since we met. Not that he needed it, but
all the same. And now? The person he knew is a ghost. Now it's me
that's vulnerable and in need of some major hand holding.
"Hay- ay! Ohmygod! Look at your hair! I love it. I do. I love it! Honey
it looks awesome." he says in his sweet, Tennessee drawl. Placing the
the pizza down on the phone table, he gives me a hug and takes a look
around. "Honey this is nice! Cool too, central air? You don't find that
in too many triple decker's. My place is so hot and now I can't even use
my air conditioner, I'm using a fan for Pete's sake. Some problem with
the power or something."
"You can spend the night here honey bunny, there's plenty of room."
I really like this new way we talk. There's a level of sweetness I never
dared as a man. Todd called me 'honey' about half a dozen times on the
phone today and something started happening. Each time he said it, the
sound drove deeper, and deeper, straight into my cerebral cortex. The
reverberations changed things. I speak a new language. My choice of
words, my voice inflection, are all radically different. I sound exactly
like I'm thinking, queer. I'm just hoping I don't sound like a parody. I
mean its not like I've picked up a lisp or anything, but I am feeling
very loose lipped and affectionate.
Dinner was fun and easy. We never really talked about the obvious for
which I was grateful. Todd was bursting, I could tell, but he wouldn't
ask anything. My guess is his gentile southern etiquette, as fine tuned
as Miss Emily Post herself, wouldn't allow it. I appreciate her all the
more.
We take a second pitcher of Sangria to the living room. I put on some
music on and settle on the couch and start packing the bong. Todd has
been looking at the family photos spread around the room, he falls to
the couch alongside me. He pulls his legs under himself, together and
bent, lady like. He pivots his torso to face me directly, places arms
akimbo and with a big beautiful, and I'm sure, whitened smile, says,
"So....what's new?" and bursts out laughing.
The talk flows as free and easy as the sangria does. The 'kind' helps
too. We are so much closer, Todd and I.. We are the same, for the first
time ever, we are the same. He's been so wonderful.
He's so adorable right now, so excited, he's lit up like it's Christmas
morning. He's funny, offering me tips and suggestions like, "Try and
reach around behind yourself and you should be able to play with his
balls." as I told him about Daniel fucking me. He put me so at ease, I
might have said more than I intended too. I'm having the sex talk. I'm
little sister, wide eyed at the feet of big sister.
"Wow so you're a bottom."
"Is that bad?"
"Oh no no, I love being a bottom too! I can see you as a bottom."
"Really?"
"Absolutely, you got a sweet ass."
"You really think so?"
"Absolutely. Honey after I teach you how to shake it..." making me
blush!
"So you're a bottom too huh?"
"Honey I'm both. I'm a bottom when I'm with a top and I'm a top when I'm
with a bottom! I switch."
"Do you like one more than another?"
"Not really, it's the mood really. And the partner. Some guys like to
switch, some don't. I can do all three! But then again, I'm a slut!"
I tell him almost everything. Almost everything. He asks for everything
too. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to talk about the sex. See I've always
been an alpha male. Would I lose Todd's respect if he knew the totality
of my submission? I mean, I've no idea what caste in the gay world I now
belong to. Does it make me look bad if he knows we never switched up?
Does that make me a bitch? I like that. I want to be a man's bitch, I
loved Daniel treating me like his bitch, I hardly sleep fantasizing
about more bitch treatment, but does Todd need to know all this? Would a
simple act done in ignorance, consign me to a lower caste forever? I
want to be careful before declaring. How would it look if he knew I
licked my own cum right out of Daniel's hand? Like I said, I told Todd
almost everything.
"So tell me about his cock! Did you just love it or what?
A sheepish 'yes' and then giggling laughter as we collapsed onto each
other.
"So tell me!"
"Tell you what?"
"Everything! Tell me everything. You know, how big is he? Is he thick?
He's got a great body, I've seen him topless, I want to know what's
going on down below."
"Well... you're right he does have an awesome body! Oh my God Todd, he
is soo ripped! I just love his tummy! so hard, mmm... Well anyway south
of the equator lives a very large snake the natives call 'boa'..."
"I knew it! I just knew it. Tell me more, tell me more!"
"Well I'd say he's probably ...10...11 inches maybe?"
"Oh My! And you took all of it? Girl you do jump right into the deep
end don't you! I am so proud of you! You must have been screeeaming!"
"It hurt, it really did. Honestly though I was so horny... I wouldn't
let him stop... I really wanted to be able to do it, you don't think I
could have done any damage do you?"
"Well how do you feel?"
"I feel fine, I was sore Sunday though."
"Have you gone since? You're not bleeding are you?"
"No, nothing like that and yes I have gone."
"No you're fine then. But it wouldn't be a bad idea to get yourself a
couple toys to play with. Get something smooth and narrow, it'll help
get you ready for a big cock like Daniel's...mmm, mmm, mmm... 11 inches.
I do love cock. Did you like sucking it?"
"God Yes! I couldn't believe how much. Can you believe this is me saying
that? Todd what's happened to me? Is this just too funny or what?!"
"Sweetie I am so glad, you're a fag! We are going to have so much fun!
Don't take this wrong but I've always kind of held back around you
before. We just lived in two different worlds. Now I feel completely
free around you. I'm so happy you're in my world too! So, now, tell me
about that cock!"
"Well, when we first met, he was a semi hard show stopper. I've never
been so close to one in my life. I was fascinated by it. I felt like I
was hypnotized by a snake. He's so much bigger than me! Oh my god he
seemed huge. Such big veins too! I'd say he was about this round"
bringing my index fingertip and thumb tip together making a circle, "and
about 5 or 6 inches semi soft." I had her rapt attention. "I gave it a
lick, then another, and then a kiss, kissed it again, and before I knew
it I was opening my mouth and sliding it in. Oh my god I couldn't
believe how soft the tip is! It's like kissing the softest lips isn't
it? Awesome. Right then I knew I was a cocksucker! Oh my God! I didn't
do a really good job I don't think. I kept gagging, I couldn't swallow
all of him, I couldn't get past my gag reflex. How do you do that
anyway?"
"Practice."
We talked like this for hours. Todd tells me all about his secret gay
childhood, all about the teasing and taunting he received growing up.
The privileged and pampered little brother of two older sisters, he
always knew he was different than the other boys. He hated playing rough
games with his boy cousins instead preferring to play dolls and house
with his girl cousins. He wasn't interested in football, he was
interested in cotillions. He had his first encounter with another boy
when he was 7, a little mutual fondling, and started blowing a 15 year
old cousin at the age of 12. I guess they hooked up at family functions
for years until his sister caught them at a wedding. His indulgent mom
sent him to theater camp for a couple summers. Camp was where he kissed
a boy for the first time. He and his first boyfriend, Devin, would sneak
into each others bunks for a night of cuddling and wanking. They taught
each other all about fellatio that first summer. Todd returned home
after his second summer and told his family he was gay. Acceptance from
his family was immediate.
I tell my polar opposite story, about being the youngest of six kids and
four brothers. I grew up working class in a blue collar town, two to a
room in a loud, boisterous Italian family. I was a star athlete
following the legacies of my older star brothers. I played and captained
football, hockey and baseball teams. I was MVP in two. My girlfriend and
I were Junior Prom King and Queen. I grew up wrestling my brothers,
watching 'Three Stooges' marathons and telling fart jokes. Showing
softness opened you up to a fierce but good natured assault in my
family. Thinking back now, I was the kid that always defended the weaker
kids. Is that proof of some kind of a predisposition?
Todd heard all my fears about coming out to my family, what he didn't
hear was how mind-blowingly terrified I am of the day when the two
worlds collide. I can't stop that days coming.
My family would probably be able to accept it, albeit grudgingly, if I
was quiet about it, you know, 'don't ask, don't tell'. Unfortunately I
know in my heart of hearts that I am heading down a road that's going to
leave me extremely altered. I'm going to be expected to keep a raging
parade quiet. They won't be willing to accept an over the top,
effeminate faggot. Most of the family is going to take my actions as a
personal insult. I'm so, so, sorry about that. I cried.
We fell asleep on the couch with me crying on his shoulder. I woke about
2a.m., woke Todd and led him by the hand into the master bedroom. I put
Todd in the bed, went and brushed my teeth, and returned to the bed.
Todd was already asleep as I climbed in aside him and fell fast asleep.
I woke in a semi sleep state spooning Todd, him holding my arm tight. As
I pulled away slightly, Todd rolled onto his back still asleep. I fall
back asleep on my stomach, my hand on Todd's stomach. During the night,
my hand wanders and starts gently rubbing. Rubbing turns to fondling,
fondling leads to massaging, massaging soon becomes soft stroking. I
hear his breathe quicken and feel his body tighten, but still he's
asleep. I take some lotion from the headboard and squirt some into my
palm. I massage the lotion into Todd's rapidly stiffening shaft. Sleepy
slow and rhythmic, I worked the cream into Todd's cock. He tenses, then
jerks and spurts into the air. Gently I wipe the spent cum from Todd's
crotch. I wipe my hand on my underwear, pull them off, and toss them at
the hamper.
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