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Angel stayed a few more hours. They played around with Marc's girlie clothes and even fooled around some. But the more it started getting late the more nervous Marc was at the idea of Angel being there when his father got home. He wasn't sure why, woman's intuition he kept telling himself. He did feel he needed to be honest with his father so Marc did tell him that Angel came by. And while he didn't say anything, Marc could feel his father tense up some. But he didn't say anything really, just asked if the nurse came by too and what they two of them talked about. Marc held back on the talk of the fooling around some, but just said they talked about clothes and make up, like girls would. And even made a joke about his asking Angel if any of this seemed weird to him. That's when Marc's father reacted. Marc found himself thinking that even if he was still a guy he might have been a little afraid of his father's yelling like he was. The fact that Marc even slightly doubted what was going on, that he even considered his situation anything but normal was very upsetting top his father. And if got even worse when Marc admitted to have stopped taking both the hormones and the memory pills. Since he was away from school and pretty well caught up on his homework Marc figured he didn't need the memory pills any longer. As for the hormones well, without a dick Marc figured he wasn't going to be producing any testosterone anytime soon ever again so why bother. But that just set his father off on one of his patented speeches about how much more his father knew than Marc, and how he was a chemist long before Marc was ever born, and just on and on. To the point that for the first time Marc felt like a little girl in a corner, hopelessly useless and needing a man to take care of everything. Since he was no longer a man in any way. Marc still had a few more days at home before he started up school again. And while his father had been going back into work since he'd gotten home from the hospital, after the explosion the night before, his father was around him almost day and night. Quite literally. Marc even work up one night to find his father just sitting in a chair by Marc's bed. The sound of his voice was what woke him up, but Marc wasn't sure what his father had been saying. When pressed as to why he was in his room, his Father just said that sometimes a parent needs to watch over a child to be sure they're safe. Which began to make sense to Marc. Things his father said were beginning to make sense again. What with his being around so much. And Marc back on his medication. At least by the end of the week his father let up some and even went into work for a few hours. Almost as soon as he was out the door, so was Marc. Off to the mall. He didn't have any real plan, just to get out of the house and get some fresh air. Checked a few clothes stores but he wasn't ready to start dressing like the girl he was quite yet. In public at least. His father was really pressing him to start dressing like a girl at least around the house. Marc also wanted to look a bit more like a female and not sop much like a guy whose been taking a lot of pills and gone under the knife. The day passed without Marc really noticing the hours slip by. Being out of the house, being out in public with other people felt good. He didn't feel like his old self, but more like he could become comfortable with whoever he was turning into. Marc was so comfortable with just being out he didn't even go home for dinner. Marc pulled into an old pizza place in town, one used by just about every coach on just about every sports team he had been on since a kid. Fairly well haunted by his old football team too. Marc was finding he had his old high school jock appetite back with a vengeance and was thinking with his stomach more than his head. At least he didn't have his dick anymore also trying to take control, he could leave it to his head and his gut to fight it out. And the gut won. Grabbing one of the biggest grease burgers he could get and not only fries but onion rings, Marc snagged a corner booth at the food court and dug in. Only problem with the place he picked. While it gave him a good view of the place, so he could people watch, it was also too good a spot for people to see him. Like a few minutes later when LeRoy walked in. There was a flash of shock on his face, then a sign of friendly happiness that Marc though he'd never see again. "Shit, of all the places to run into you," LeRoy said sitting across from Marc. His voice was low, like he didn't want anyone to hear them talking. "That's OK LeRoy, you can get a booth somewhere else. Don't want you to strain yourself ignoring me. Might be hard to do when you're sitting across from me," Marc said, surprised at how bitchy it came out. "Pull the claws in girl," LeRoy said with a smile. "Come on man, I'm sorry. It's just..... afterwards.....after we....." "Fucked in the bathroom at a drag rave?" Marc said taking a big bite of his burger. "Quiet!" LeRoy hissed through clenched teeth. "Yea, after we...got it on. As awesome as it was it just got to my head. Unlike you I still have a chance at a college football career. Maybe even the professionals, you never know. If it comes out I like chicks with dicks though..." "Never said I wanted to have you cornhole me on the cover of Sports Illustrated. Not really in my interest to have everyone know what's going on with me right now either. Doesn't mean we can't still be friends, been friends for years. And you know.....on the DL if we're careful," Marc said, but this time taking a bite of a French fry, adding a smile that LeRoy could not mistake. "I hear you. This place is so old you know they ain't got no bathroom cams. You want to....ya know... the Men's room is sort of 'our place'. LeRoy said with a smile that matched Marc's. "No wonder you had to switch to guys with smooth talk like that," Marc said rolling his eyes in his head. Taking a moment to think about how to pull this off, seeing as how there would be no way to not show LeRoy his brand new pussy. Marc suddenly remembered something. A new smile came over his lips, not quite as nice as before. "I got to get something out of my car. When I come back in I'm heading straight for the Men's room. Count to 30 and join me," Marc said whipping his mouth and launching himself out of the booth. He tried not to run too suspiciously out to his car, grabbed something he'd left in there, and headed back into the restaurant. With the item hidden under his jacket he made quick eye contact with LeRoy before entering the Men's room as planned. Grabbing the third stall Marc got in and started unwrapping his item. After a few second he heard the restroom doors open, poked his head up to see that LeRoy had indeed followed him. Marc opened the stall door so LeRoy would know which was which. Immediately LeRoy's soft lips were allover Marc's mouth. Marc didn't even want to try to convince himself that he should protest. It was what he had been dreaming of since their night at the club. "Let's do this. Got to hurry. Also got to keep quite, not like..." "Hold on there, Buddy," Marc said pushing LeRoy back slightly. "Not that I don't want to screw like dogs in heat, but I need some proof from you first." "What the.....proof? What the fuck kind of proof?" "You really want to do this? You really want to get it on? Then you're going to have to wear this for a while," Marc said pulling the butt plug he had gotten from his car out from under his coat. "It's a friend of mines, but it's new, just out of the wrapper. Left it at my house by mistake. He lives in the city. I was going to return it to him the next time I saw him...but I don't think he'd mind if I had you wear it instead." Marc took a hold of LeRoy's belt and started tugging on it. "Hold on man. You want me to....in my.......oh man." Marc leaned in and whispered in LeRoy's ear. "You do this for me.....I'll give you the biggest fucking surprise of your life." Marc then reached down a grabbed LeRoy's denim covered crotch. Not surprised in the slightest as to how hard it felt even though all that thick fabric. "You got to do it for me," LeRoy said undoing his belt, zipping down and letting his pant drop to his knees. "Do it slow too man. Ain't nothing's ever been up there before." "Cool," Marc said spitting on the end of the head of the butt plug he held in his hands. "Then in our own way, we're going to take each other's cherry. Well man, you play this right, and you get to take my other cherry too." "What's that mean...." LeRoy started to say but stopped as the thick plastic plug started to go between his large ass cheeks. Marc was happy that his fantasy memories of LeRoy's spectacular ass were not even as good as the reality. Hours of running, weight training, football drills. Perfect deep dark rich brown ass. Even in the dark bathroom with bad lighting, the round mounds reflected the lights brilliantly. He used one hand to pry them apart as he continued to shove the plastic plug up. After a couple of tries he found LeRoy's asshole. "Stop clenching, it'll hurt more. Ready?" LeRoy, leaning up against the stall door, legs spread as wide as he could given the room, knees slightly bent, closed his eyes and nodded, "Yes." Marc could see LeRoy bite his lips as the tip of the plug went in. Probably more from anticipation than pain. Although that did come. Angel picked a nice large black butt plug for himself. Someone like angel would be used to taking it. Someone like LeRoy was discovering the similarities between extreme pain and unbelievable pleasure. Marc continued to push the plug in. He could now see it enter his former teammate's butt hole. The almost pure black ring of flesh growing wider and wider to take the increasing size of the plug. When it got towards the base, the part that shrunk in some so the hole would keep it in place, Marc stopped. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to LeRoy's back. Happy as how even his small breasts felt so feminine when pressed up against the solid muscle of a high school football player's massive back. With his free hand Marc reached around and grabbed LeRoy's rock hard cock. It was even harder than it had been that might at the club. Marc couldn't even give a full stroke since it was pressed up against the stall door. So Marc continued to reach till he found one of LeRoy's big nipples. As Marc grabbed and twisted the tip, he pushed the butt plug in till LeRoy's asshole snapped around the base, where it would stay. LeRoy finally let out a deep breath as he shot his load all over the door. "Good job," Marc said giving LeRoy's ass a slap. "Oh my god...." LeRoy said turning around to face Marc. His whole body was covered in sweat. And his dick wasn't going down anytime soon. "I think I can trust you enough to put you on the honor system. That stays in till AFTER you play your next game. You can take it out to shit, but it goes right back in. You do that, and we're cool as can be." LeRoy seemed to think about that for a moment, then smiled the same smile he had at the table. "Why not something right now though, man? Haven't been caught so far," LeRoy said moving his hands onto Marc's hips. "Can't tonight. Still too soon. You want to see what you've got waiting for you...and you only," Marc said fumbling with his own belt and zipper. "If you're a good boy, that is." LeRoy smile widened some as his old friend fooled around with his pants some. Marc let his pant's drop to the floor. LeRoy only had a moment or two of thinking his former teammate must have had his dick pulled back in a gaff again, when Marc pulled his panties down too. So that LeRoy could see he no longer HAD a dick to pull back. For a moment LeRoy continued to smile. Then like at the club, the realization took over. But this time it was much stranger than before. His eyes wide and his mouth completely slag jawed in amazement, LeRoy looked up to meet Marc eye to eye, then back to Marc's pussy, then to Marc's face, then down again. Marc even though he saw some drool begin to drip out of LeRoy's mouth before the big black football player slumped back and slowly dropped down onto the floor. Only giving the slightest grimace when his ass filled with butt plug hit the linoleum. "I know you're into chicks with dicks.....how to you feel about chicks who used to have dicks...?" Marc said quietly, not really sure how LeRoy was taking this. "You have got to be shittin' me." "Don't think so." "It's not real..." LeRoy said beginning to reach out for the prefect little vagina lips that now rested where LeRoy used to see a fair sized cock. "Oh, it's real. And it's kind of new so, can't take it out for a drive yet. Watch your..." Marc started to say, trying to warn LeRoy, but stopped when the rough dark brown fingers touched the outer layer of his vagina. "This is crazy," LeRoy said softly, carefully beginning to stroke the lips. He moved his head in for a closer look. Marc was trying not to pass out himself. Literally, in the wildest dreams he had been having since this all started, this was the one dream he had kept coming back to. He wanted to tell LeRoy to stop but, he just couldn't. Looking down, a fair amount of sweat dripping off him now, Marc's eye's met LeRoy's. And without breaking that eye contact. LeRoy stuck out his long dark pink tongue and leaned even more forward. Marc almost fell back when LeRoy's tongue entered his pussy. Never, not with the dilator, not with his fingers when he experimented, nothing had ever felt like this. LeRoy's warm wet tongue moving around Marc's newly created vagina lips. Not going too far in, but far enough to let Marc know what the human touch to his new genitals was like. So soft, so perfect, yet Marc could feel the power behind LeRoy's movements. All leading down into that magnificent brown muscled body. "No....no we gotta stop," Marc said pushing LeRoy away. "Aw crap you got me all wet. I'm not even suppose to be able to lubricate myself yet and here you made me." "You complaining?" "Hell no," Marc said pulling off foot after foot of toilet paper. "But we've got to wait. Too soon. Besides, we've been in here too long." "Fuck, yea," LeRoy said getting off the floor and pulling himself together. "You can't...LeRoy..." Marc said grabbing LeRoy by the collar. "You can't tell ANYONE!! I'm heading back to school. I'm going to try to get through the rest of the school year passing myself off as a guy still. I'll do the rest of the transition over the summer when everyone is off to college. But you can't man, you can't..." Marc said almost starting to cry. He had wanted to let LeRoy know, wanted the action they had just shared, and more, so badly that Marc had forgotten how dangerous all this might be. His panic was quieted some by a much more tender kiss from LeRoy. "You are.... so safe with me..." LeRoy whispered before kissing Marc again. They barely spoke as they left the stall and completed getting themselves acceptable for the crowd of this family pizza joint. Marc left first, heading to his booth. After a few minutes LeRoy left the Men's room, and much to Marc's pleasure, rejoined Marc in the booth. Both youths were getting back to normal, each hoping their hearts would stop pounding away in their chests sooner than later. Almost on the beat of when both of them thought they'd be able to continue the evening as if nothing had happened, 6 other members of the high school football team entered the place. Marc and LeRoy's eye met, but this time in complete panic. There was no where to run though, no way to get out of being caught together in this place. And they were. The guys came over to the table, making Marc and LeRoy move over in the booth and even having to pull up a couple of chairs so they could all join them. But Marc and LeRoy soon found that they didn't really need to worry. There was some questions about what was up with Marc, which he passed off as health issues he didn't want to talk about, and not surprisingly the guys didn't want to hear about. Quickly enough it was very much like old times. Like the night before Marc started his whole transition. Hanging out with the guys, shootin' the shit. No one the wiser that just minutes before they all joined together. On of the players knowing that someone at the table had a fair sized butt plug rubbing against his prostate like crazy, and another person had a dripping pussy where his cock used to be. Marc's Father wasn't thrilled that Marc had been out that long. Marc tried to explain that he just need to get out. Even admitted to hanging out with his old friends, which also seemed to upset his father some. They had a long talk that evening about how the transition was going. Well, mainly it was a long listen for Marc. But he could see his father's point, why he was worried. That Marc was still hesitant to live life fully was the girl he now was. Hanging out 'with the team' like he used to might start giving Marc the idea to stop this. When there was no going back now. Marc had to understand that. But while his Father's anger and persistence did frighten Marc some, he knew it was all done out of love and concern. That had to be the only reason. But the one good thing that came out of the evening was that Marc's Dad agreed it was time for him to head back to school. Marc was thrilled. No more surgeries planned, no more absences. He could just return to school for the rest of the year and get back to normal. Almost normal. He still had months and months of dilations to keep his new vagina open. No getting around that. Marc's Father had made arraignments with the Principal for Marc's needs thought. It was explained that Marc would need time alone, and might show up for class late. While the Principal was uneasy with the idea of a transgender student returning to school, not to mention one still trying to pass themselves off as their former gender, he really had no choice given Marc's Dad's pressing. Things worked out fairly well too. Better than his last return to school. People got to know him again. LeRoy didn't hold back on hanging out with him at school. They even snuck off to the Boy's room so LeRoy could prove he had the plug in place like he was suppose to. But they still kept things on the DL. Marc's schedule was set so that, without gym class, he could do a full and complete dilation in one of the boy's room stalls for the period instead. It was the one chance to do this at school that allowed him the most relaxed and lest time restrained dilation. He had even calmed down about having to carry the long thick tapered tube around in his backpack by the end of the week. Marc usually picked one of the more secluded boy's room in the school. Far from the cafeteria, near the art classes. Not only quite but rarely used by the jocks. Marc had been in the stall for about 20 minutes on the Friday of his first week when he heard the boy's room door swing open and close. It had happened before. All he had to do was remain quite and not panic. He tried to listen to hear where the person was but wasn't having much help. Till a pair of gym shoes appeared at the bottom of his stall's door. For a minute Marc though maybe LeRoy had found him. The men's room stall was sort of 'their place'. But then, through the crack in the door edge he could see someone trying to look in. And this person wasn't African American like LeRoy was. Marc barely had a split second to wonder if who ever that was saw the dilator inserted into his vagina when a voice called out. "Fuck guys...he's in here." It wasn't LeRoy but it was someone from the team. Marc didn't have time to try to figure out who or how many there were. He was too busy slipping the dilator out of himself and trying to get dressed.....but was no where near fast enough. With three or four high school football players pushing and pulling on it, the flimsy door to the bathroom stall had no chance of remaining locked. And there Marc was. His pussy for all to see. If not all, then the 5 former teammates who stood outside the stall, just as wide eyed amazed as LeRoy had been. But their next reaction was not the same. In the small room, the laughter was almost deafening. "Holy fuck Jacobs what happened to you!?!?!" "Some fucking freak!!!!" "He was right, you got a pussy!!!!! Jacobs you got a fucking cunt!!!!" Marc tried to pull everything together in hopes of getting out of there. There was no way though. His fumbling got his backpack opened and his dilator rolling across the floor. Making his tormentors laugh all the more. There was no mistaking what the object was for. Marc then thought that he could just make a run for it. But they stopped him from doing that too. Marc couldn't even get his panties up to cover himself before they were dragging him out of the stall and into the room. "What a freak." Barlow, one of the tackles said pushing Marc back towards the sinks. "Can't believe we used to undress around you. You must have loved that, huh freak?!?!" "Stop it," Marc said in a voice that was no where near as strong as he needed it to be. "Ohh, stop it!!" Cliffton returned, like they were still in grade school. "You cut your dick off man!! What the fuck are you even doing in the men's room?!?!" "Using this." Marc heard from across the room. One of the guys had found his dilator. "This is some nasty shit here man. You use this freak? You come in here on your breaks and fuck yourself with this?" The football player was holding the plastic tube like device from the end. "Careful man, it's been in his cunt.....I mean HER CUNT!!" That got another laugh out of the group. They surrounded Marc now. there was no where for him to go. 6 teenage male football player surrounding him. Marc could smell their testosterone almost as much as they could smell his fear. "Why don't you show us how you use this, huh? Come on," Martins said trying to hand the dilator back to Marc. "Leave me alone," Marc yelled, sounding more like his old self. "Well if you won't...it's not like we don't know where it goes.." The two Tackles in the group suddenly grabbed marc by the arms and pushed him back against the wall. As hard as he tried Marc couldn't break free. Couldn't stop what was happening. Couldn't stop one of the guys he used to consider a friend from taking his dilator and quickly shoving it up into him. Much more forceful and more painful than the dilator should be used. For the first time outside of his bed room, when he was practicing, Marc gave out a cry that could only have come from a girl. The room again exploded in laughter. "Hold crap it stays in place!!!" someone shouted. "Hey...hey...let's show people...." someone else whispered. The hands that had been holding Marc to the wall lost noting of their grip as he was pulled away. Digging his heels into the floor Marc tried to keep from moving, but it was no use. He saw the door to the boy's room getting closer and closer. And then Marc snapped. The old Marc Jacobs might have been hidden away for a while, but he was back. Some muscle mass and some muscle tone had been lost over the last couple of months due to not working out and the hormones his Father had been giving him. It didn't matter. Not that the football players didn't get a few good shots in. It's just that they were nothing as compared to the beating Marc suddenly found himself dishing out to the guys how had all but raped him. Most of it was all a blur. Marc had read the phrase, "Things going red," but he never understood it. Now he did. Punches flew. Bones snapped. Knees cracked. And yet Marc went on. A head contacted with a mirror, the shards cutting into Marc's hand. Minor as compared to what it did to Martins' scalp. Near the end one of the guys had been able to make his way out of the room. The others didn't. Bloody and beaten they lay on the floor, Marc now standing over them. Not laughing. "Fucking sons of bitches," he said taking a last kick to a couple of their groins. "You shit heels just remember something," Marc said gasping for air. He whipped some blood from his mouth, but he wasn't sure if it was his or theirs. "When they ask you how did this....you remember to tell them it was a guy with a cunt," Marc said taking a few more kicks. "Cause that's what I'll be telling them." Marc was hardly pulled together when he ran out of the restroom. Leaving his backpack, his dilator behind. He didn't care anymore. No chance that he'd ever come back to the school now. Everyone would know. Shit, someone had to have known since....they said someone told them he had.....and they were football players....the only person who could have....Leroy wouldn't have......... He wasn't even sure where he was when he pulled over to the side of the road some time later. Marc had just started to drive once he got to his car. Away form the school but not straight home. His hands hurt so much. And they had.....how could that not be a rape. Marc cried hard and loud for sometime where he was. Once his thoughts came back to him, and he was able to pull himself together, all he could think about was calling his father. He knew there would be comfort in his father. His Father would know how to take care of all of this. His Father was both angry and supportive at the same time. Mainly angry. Marc was sure that his Father's anger was at the guys who tried to rape him. But he wasn't sure. His Father's main instructions were to go to the hospital and wait for him there in the Emergency room. Marc explained that his cuts weren't that bad, but this Father didn't care. The rest of the day was a blur once Marc arrived at the hospital. He had to explain why he was there to the staff. Had to tell them what happened. How his hands were cut. And the transition he was going through. The staff was fairly sympathetic although they seemed overly shocked too. Maybe it wasn't every day that a male to female trans girl came in and told them she's beat the crap put of a bunch of former friends. Things got even hairier when the ambulances started coming in. The ones taking the football players he'd beaten to the same Emergency room that Marc was already sitting in. Marc guessed his Father might not know everything then. Certainly he wouldn't have sent Marc to wait at the same place the guys would show up in had he known. Then the police came, and things got even more overwhelming. So many questions. So much confusion. He didn't want to talk to them but they kept pressing. So embarrassing to again have to tell people, these adult men in their uniforms that he was really a girl. The police were conferring with the Emergency room staff when Marc's Father showed up. Like a tornado of insanity his Father took over the situation, making things better and worse for Marc at the same time. Letting everything just sweep over him, Marc lay down on the hospital bed they'd left him on and let go of what little grip he had left. The days that followed were both good and bad. While the news that got into the papers, what little did, didn't mention too much, it was all focused to protect Marc's attackers, not just Marc. There was no deigning the assault charges, but the school and the parents were trying to pass it all off as a schoolboy prank that got out of hand. Still Marc's Father was keeping to his word. He had worked out a tentative agreement with the parents of the boys Marc beat up. It would be all or nothing with the chares of battery. Either they all dropped it, or they all wound up in court. The other parents knowing the fall out of having their sons brought up on attempted rape against a transgendered girl being something they couldn't keep out of the papers or off college recruitment radar. But Marc's Father wasn't letting the school off the hook. He was keeping his word of going after them for letting this happen. Marc knew thought that while the news of his transition was not being mentioned officially, everyone in the school had to know by now. No way to keep it a secret. He got a couple of phone calls from people he used to know supporting him, but it wasn't like he could ever face them again. The one good thing, in a weird way, to come out of this was the revelation that it had been the Principal who'd let the news leak of Marc's transition. Not LeRoy. Something about 'letting it slip' to one of the coaches who'd asked what was happening to Marc. Still, even with LeRoy in the clear, Marc couldn't being himself to face his friend either. Marc wasn't facing much of anyone in the weeks that followed. He barely left his room, better yet his house. "JJ we've got to do something to....well cheer you up, snap you out of this...get you going again," his Father said sitting at the end of his bed. "I'm trying Dad." "I know, but I think we need something quick or you might really be developing a true deep depression. And the point of all this was to make you happy with who you were, right?" "Yea." "What I think would be the best, and you know I have your best interest in mind in everything I do, I think you need to....just complete your transition. You're not going back to school, we'll work on getting you a GED eventually, so there's no reason to hang onto any last maleness. Am I right?" "Guess so." "Well, and I know this might sound odd, but I think there's something we can do to get you to score a goal for Team JJ that'll make it impossible for you to think of yourself as a boy any longer. How would...how would you like to get breast implants for Christmas?" Marc almost started to laugh. Sure why not. What a fucking insane idea. Real tits for Christmas. Not these little bus he'd been trying to grow for the past couple of months. Get himself a pair of jugs for the holidays. Sure, why not? The meetings with the surgeon went much more predictable than when Marc had his gender change operation. There were real meetings, real tests, real consultations this time. Not that Marc understood much of it. His head was just so fogged up. Past not being able to concentrate anymore, into feeling like it was hard to think. But Dr. Cohen was a great guy, kept saying many times he'd worked with trannys....he called guys like Marc 'trannys." Marc wasn't sure he liked that term, but for some reason Dr. Cohen made it seem endearing. "Got some bad news, though not too bad news, but some good news, really good news," Dr. Cohen said sitting down behind his desk. Marc felt his stomach go a little queasy but his Father reached over and took his hand to quite him down. "For girls like yourself I often recommend getting hip and butt augmentations too. Either taking body fat from one part of you and transferring it to your hips and thighs. Or to go for implants much like breast implants. Problem is, you're just still in too good of shape to do either." Marc wasn't sure why, but he almost felt happy that he was still too much of a guy is some ways. Tits were one thing, getting a fat ass too soon wasn't what he was there for. "There's just no fat to move. And if we do the implants, they're going to show too much through your skin. Usually there's some fat on the hips that help hide them, but you're just meat." Dr. Cohen said, then getting a big smile on his face. "But, those same issues with your hips transfer into MAJOR plusses for your breast implants. If you take my advice........JJ you're going to be spectacular." "Really?" Marc asked quietly. 'Spectacular' was not a term he was prepared to hear. "Due to your low body fat count, when the implants go in, they're going to look magnificent. With your musculature they're going to ride high and perfect. And with your back still being so strong, we can go big....really big and not even worry about any supportive pain. And again, due to your musculature and body type, we can go big and have it look REAL." "How big...how real....." "You know how many girls like you come in here begging, only to have me burst their D cup bubbles? Most. You now how many girls come in here that I can make look Pam Anderson spectacular, and then some......just one....just you..." Marc knew he should be happy about that. Dr. Cohen looked happy. His Dad looked happy. Why shouldn't he be happy. He wasn't getting breasts, he was getting tits. Tits he used to dream about. Big fucking spectacular tits. What every man wanted, right? Marc found out that since the surgeon mainly handled breast implants and augmentations, there was really no need for a delay. And the operations were so by the book, even going up to the huge size he would soon be, it was still considered an out patient procedure. Not just going home the same day, but going home in just a couple of hours. Even with having to special order the implants the surgeon wanted to use, it was only a couple of days later before Marc found himself reporting to the surgeon's office, getting marked up, laying on the operating gurney and drifting off. The pain when he woke up was quickly taken care of. The nurses had some wonderful shots to give him. But the new weight on his chest and the shift in his center of balance was something Marc had no preparation for. Just getting from the wheelchair to the back seat of the car marc staggered and stumbled as if he had a full on drunk going. When in fact all he was trying to do was...stand up straight. There was just so much more now that he had to lift up to get vertical. Everything was wrapped up in bandages but, he could tell, he had some fucking big tits now. Then it was a couple of days zonked out in bed again. The surgeon might have had some faith that Marc's back would be prepared for the new extra weight, but laying on it for a couple of days sure was putting that theory to the test. By the second day though Marc has started easing off on the pain meds and even mad it to the bathroom by himself. There was no way that he couldn't start laughing at himself the first time he sat on the toilet to pee. He couldn't even see his knees under him. Big gauze wrapped tits blocking the view. Used to make fun of some fat kid at school. That the guys gut was too big for him to see his dick, just had to trust it was pointed in the right direction when he peed. Now look at him, marc thought. No dick left to pee with and couldn't see it due to his titties if he had. Marc was feeling pretty good later in the day. Of the pain meds. Getting bored with sitting in bed. But he couldn't bring himself to stop his Father from doing what he was doing. His Father had decided that there was no longer a place in JJ's world for Marc's clothing. As Marc watched one piece of his old world was thrown in a garbage bag and tossed out into the hall. The closets emptied first, then the dresser. Not even one of his old football jerseys would be left. Marc had been sleeping in one lately. Even thought he was beginning to look kind of cute in it. But no, his Father insisted on a clean sweep. It was when his Father went off to drop the clothes off at the resale store that Marc decided to change his bandages. No, it was when Marc decided to see what his tits looked like. Changing the bandages was a valid excuse but even he had to admit to himself. He was doing it to see what they looked like. When his Father's car pulled out of the drive way marc headed into the bathroom. Taking the small scissors he usually used to clip things like nose hair, Marc carefully cut through that bandages and started unwrapping. Which was when one of the first shocks hit him. He'd though he was really bandaged up. That a lot of what he was seeing in the mirror would turn out to be gauze and padding. But it wasn't. It was all flesh. As the surgeon had said, spectacular. Even Marc through his haze had to smile at the massive breasts that now hung off his chest. No longer pecs No longer the pert little prepubescent titties that pushed out from his nipples. He had tits. Tits so incredible that Marc almost felt like that somewhere off in a distant garbage landfill the decaying remnants of his castrated dick got hard on last time at the sight of them. The nipples were a little under sized, the surgeon said they might be, but that was minor. And something they could take care of later on. No, these were beautiful, full, round perfect tits. Wet dream of a Hooter girl tits. Very little bruising. Marc had to lift his arms up to check the couple of stitches in his underarms where the implants were inserted to even see any sign that they were new. And even then, it was healing nicely. Pulling his gaze back Marc looked at his total package now reflected in the mirror. There was still some Marc there. His face was still Marc's. Sort of. Softer, not as hard, smiling a lot more than he'd seen him lately, but still Marc's. The body wasn't though. This was JJ's body. The huge tits. The sweet pussy. He was a woman now. Well, a girl at least. Only 18 still meant girl to some people. Marc lowered his hands down to JJ's pussy. He had to use the mirror to guide it since there was no way he could see past his big breasts. In the mirror he saw his hand begin to finger JJ's privates. Which was when he fully realized, as the pleasure shock waves when through him, that he was now living full time in JJ's body. Getting rid of his boy clothes was just one thing that shut the life of Marc Jacobs away once and for all that day. By the time his Father had come home Marc had stopped bringing himself to orgasm and stopped playing with his nipples. Not that either was getting boring, it was just beginning to hurt. Since she now had nothing to wear but some panties and a few bras she was sure she'd never get into, it was time to start on-line shopping. With it being so close to the holidays most of the on-line retailers has specials for express shipments. Which meant she only had more money left on her Daddy's credit card to spend on clothing. "I'm going to be gone longer than usual. Got a big surprise for you tonight," Marc's Dad said a few days later. "Probably won't be back till after 8. You sure you're OK with that?" "I'll be fine Dad," Marc said in the voice he had been using as JJ the last few days. It was higher, more feminine than his normal voice, but not girlie. "I have to wait around here for a few packages to be delivered anyway. I've almost got a full outfit put together but it's not like I can leave the house yet." "OK Sweetie, if you're sure," his Father said giving her a wink before leaving. Marc felt closer to her Dad now than ever before. Since coming into the state of mind that he was now a she and that she was now JJ, her Dad was just so super supportive. Always complimenting her. Always being there with a positive word. Telling her how this was the best thing they could have done and the smartest thing she's ever thought of. Just being the brick of normalcy she needed at this time. Marc was making a late lunch for herself when the front doorbell rang. She quickly tied the robe around her and headed to the door. Most of the packages of clothing she had coming needed to be signed for. And since she still couldn't leave the house fully dressed, she didn't want to miss one. Normally she would have looked through the peephole before answering the door. This time she didn't. Which is why LeRoy was able to get his foot in the door before she could close it on him. "No, no come one Marc...PLEASE man!!!! Don't shut me out!!! I've been calling for weeks," he pleaded. "And I haven't been returning your calls for weeks LeRoy. Get the clue." "No, please, PLEASE!!! Just five minutes. Just let me talk to you...." There was something in his voice that let her know how sincere he was trying to be. There was some reluctance in letting LeRoy in the house. There was also even more excitement. "Look Marc you know I didn't have anything to do with what happened at school. They still don't know that I already knew about you..." LeRoy stated with, taking off his winter coat. "Thanks for the support. Great being out here on the island of lost GLBT teens all myself." "No don't. I stood up for you!! I made sure those guys were off the team and that no one left said anything bad about you. Your Dad couldn't get Coach Tyler fired but I got him kicked off the football team because of his involvement. Please that's got to mean..." "Ah shut up," Marc said grabbing LeRoy and kissing him for all it was worth. LeRoy hesitated for just a second and them pulled her in tighter. As tight as her new D+ breasts would allow. "No fucking way," LeRoy said breaking the kiss and gently pulling open Marc's robe. "The last stop of the way to womanhood ahs been made. You like?" Marc said surprising himself that he was blushing some. "Girllll....." was all LeRoy could mutter. "Ummm, yea. Girl. You want to make me a woman?" "As in...right here, right now?" LeRoy said looking around. "Not here, I was thinking my bed room but, you got the right now bit." The two youths headed up the stairs and straight into Marc's bedroom. It had been years since LeRoy had been over. They used to hang out a lot more as kids. While they stayed close as teens but hanging out in locker rooms were more their speed then. A lot had changed in Marc's bedroom since the last time he had been over. Nothing as much as Marc though. The door was barely closed before Marc was out of the robe. LeRoy couldn't get over it. Here was a guy he'd known for years. Grew up together. Seen naked hundreds of time. Even, even lusted after in his old male form since he hit puberty. No longer a guy. With a cherry slit he was going to be popping. And tits bigger than anything he'd ever seen even in the porn mags he'd gotten. The fact that it was still Marc though, that was what got LeRoy harder and harder. Marc moved to the bed and scooted back getting ready. He watched as LeRoy quickly shucked his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Marc too has seen LeRoy grow up. Turn into the incredible black man he now was. Knowing more was still to come. Seeing his cock already pointing to the ceiling as his tighty whities were pulled down. A good pearl of precum forming at the tip. The low lighting in the room not showing off LeRoy's defined musculature that well. But Marc could see the form well enough. And it was all she needed. He was confused at first as to what Leroy was doing, reaching behind him. When LeRoy's eyes rolled into his head and there was a strange noise from behind him, that's when Marc remembered. The butt plug. "Think this has been in long enough to prove myself to you," LeRoy said holding out the plug Marc had inserted so long ago now. LeRoy gave the tip a kiss and let it drop to his pile of clothing. LeRoy then bent over and picked up his pants, pulled out his wallet and took out a condom. "No wait," Marc said. "I know I'm clean, they ran enough tests for that. I trust you to be clean enough. And it's not like I'm getting pregnant no matter how good you are." He said with a smile. His fingers reaching down to finger his slit. "I've had enough plastic up me. I want flesh." LeRoy dropped the condom on the floor and headed over to the bed. He got on the end and crawled up till he straddled over Marc. Again the two kissed for a second before LeRoy started backing up. So he could kiss Marc's neck. Then down lower to the breasts. Marc had been playing with his nipples the last few days, but it was nothing compared to LeRoy's large soft lips as they took the tips in and rolled his tongue around them. Marc wasn't sure yet what they should feel like, but he had a thought that LeRoy had already made him orgasm jus by doing that. After a few more kisses LeRoy moved down. Kissing Marc's stomach LeRoy reached Marc's pussy. The tongue work he did at the restaurant was just a hint to his skill now that they were in private. Marc grabbed the sheets and held on as LeRoy took him high in ecstasy. LeRoy stopped his tongue work and started moving up again. Marc thought there would be more kissing, but a guiding move of the hand on his cock and LeRoy was poised to enter. Marc could feel the pure black head of his good friend's dick pressing against the outer lips of his vagina. There might have been a last remnant of the old Marc still in there. The hetero alpha male football player. A guy who was planning a long line of girls that he'd fuck and toss away. There might have been some of that old Marc there. Maybe he screamed in fear and agony as LeRoy began to fuck him in his pussy. The new Marc wouldn't have heard it. She was too busy moaning as inch after inch of black cock slowly entered her. He took almost a minute to press the full 8 inches in. But once it was in, there was no Marc left. With the entering push done LeRoy was free to pick up his pace. His pull out was quicker than the push in, with the next push in ever quicker than that. Marc's breathing started to match the fuck stroke he was getting. He breath out deeper. His voice going from the practiced girl voice to something that sounded dangerously close to the male Marc's. But that only got LeRoy harder, got him fucking faster. Marc kept holding onto the sheets. Her nails now beginning to rip the fabric. Her leg going father and farther apart as she loosened up. A sudden jolt and she opened her eyes to find that LeRoy had gone back to licking her nips as he fucked her. The beads of sweat glistening off her man's black skin. His breathing getting almost as hard. For all the attention that his nipples were getting, Marc couldn't stop being overwhelmed by the feeling of having a man's cock in him. It wasn't like when LeRoy fucked him in the ass. And it wasn't like when he used the dilator or dildo on himself. This was real. It moved more than just in and out. Marc could feel it thicken. The veins pulsating with blood. Somehow the huge head getting even harder. The huge head that was being pushed into him time and time again. As he was fucked by a man. That's all Marc kept having go through his head. He was a woman...and he was being fucked by a man. Marc didn't even know how many orgasms she'd had by that point. Maybe 5, maybe 100, impossible to tell. But he knew the signs when LeRoy was close. His rhythm picked up. LeRoy's wiry bush of pubic hair slammed into Marc's bare pussy rougher and rougher. LeRoy's breath got even deeper as he raised himself up till he was on his knees on the bed, bit with Marc still impaled. Using Marc's spread eagle knees LeRoy grabbed on and gave a few last poundings till he yelled. Marc had hear that yell while they were playing football over the years. It was a call of victory. At the same time Marc felt the burning hot liquid flood into him. As with everything else that happened in that room, at that time. Never felt anything like it before. Couldn't wait to feel it again. They spent most of the next hour laying next to each other. LeRoy making sure marc felt like a real woman. Marc making sure LeRoy knew he was her man. But it was getting late. They had heard the front doorbell ring a couple of times, which startled them. Marc was able to pass it off as some of his clothing packages being delivered. Something she was even more thrilled about. They'd have to be careful, sure, but now they could go into the city to the raves together. Marc couldn't wait to call Angel to tell him all that had happened. Wondered if Angel would still want his butt plug back. Once she told him where it had been...probably. She only hoped she could get LeRoy out before her Father got home. They still had some time. Or should have had. LeRoy started down the stairs with Marc close behind. Marc held her robe close up against herself. For some reason they were kind of sneaking down the stairs, even though they were in the house alone. Or at least they had been. With a fumbling of some keys the from door opened. Instead of just Marc's father entering, much earlier than he said he would be, he was joined by a man and a woman. Both looked very confused as to why there was a half dressed black teenager and someone who looked like a half dressed young woman coming down the stairs. The teens tried to run back to Marc's room but his father's voice stopped them. "Ahhhh, now that won't do any good. You're caught," he called out in a voice almost giddy in it's happiness. "Perfect timing, come on down, come on down you two. I got that early Christmas surprise I mentioned. It's surprises for everyone!!!" Marc and LeRoy looked at each other quickly, but knowing they were caught, both slowly walked down the stairs. As Marc got closer to the couple standing next to his father, something started feeling very wrong. "Henry what is this?" the woman asked. "Who are these two? Where's Marc?" "Good question," Henry said taking off his coat. "While we haven't been formally introduced, I'm guessing this is the LeRoy I've heard so much about." LeRoy wasn't sure if he was suppose to respond to that. Marc's father's tone was strangely polite and a bit off at the same time. Marc too wasn't sure where his father was going with this. But that woman.. "As for Marc...well...there have been a few changes but she's right here," Henry said grabbing marc by the wrist and pulling her foreword. "What are you talking.....Henry what have you done..." the woman whispered in shock as she looked Marc up and down. Marc pulled the robe tighter across herself. Feeling the need to cover her D+ breast from a woman who was her.....his...... "Mom?" Marc said breathlessly. "Ahhh, that's so cute that she remembers," Henry said. "Henry...what have you done," Marc's Mother said in a voice strong as it was fearful. "What have I done? PROVED YOU WRONG AGAIN YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!" Henry said yelling at his former wife. "Mom is that you....I've been...I'm a...." Marc continued to say. Trying to talk to this woman he barely remembered. Trying to get through the fog that was his mind these days. But the look in her eyes when she looked at him. So scared and frightened, but so sad. The man standing with her getting angrier at his Dad all the time. "You did this Joanie. Oh yea, you...this is all on you!!! When you told me you were now ready to come for your son. When you told me that you'd confessed to your sweet husband GEE that the child you left behind was HIS!!!" "What?" Marc said turning to face his father. "Oh yea JJ...that's what I've been trying to call her...JJ for Joanie Junior.....cute huh. Yea, guess what, sweetie? Both our lives have been a big FUCKING LIE. Turns out, I've been raising a kid that's not even MINE!!! See that big French asshole right there, say "Hi" to your real Daddy." Henry said giving Marc a push in Guy's direction. LeRoy was there to protect her though, putting his arms around Marc as she began to cry from the confusion. "Don't touch her," LeRoy barked at Henry. "Or what. You'll take her upstairs and fuck her again?!?! That was what you two were doing while I was out. I made sure that..." "Why do you keep saying HER?!?! Why does Marc...what is..." Joanie said trying to go over to Marc. "And I never said that Guy WAS Marc's Father. Only that he could be. That's why I wanted to come back to see him. To not only be part of his life again but to clear this all up....." "No Joan, that's not what you FUCKING SAID. You said.....and I quote....." Marc's father said, laughing at some joke only he seemed to get. "No matter what you do....no matter how much you try to keep me away....now that Marc is an adult....oh I love this part......NOTHING I COULD DO COULD KEEP YOU AWAY FROM YOUR SON!!!!" Marc's father started to laugh even more hysterically. "OK BITCH...let's see you get your SON back from THIS!!!!!" It was so fast that no one could stop him. Pushing LeRoy aside Henry pounced on Marc, ripping her robe off. Leaving the surgically created young woman nude in the middle of the room. Her Mother beginning to crumble at the site. A man Marc never knew, and now might really be her father, storming at Henry. LeRoy trying his best to gather the shreds of the robe to cover her again. "Don't tell me I can't keep your son from you!!!!! I've kept him from you FOREVER!!! I wanted her to be even dumber than she is now, but she fell in with some drag queen who kept 'empowering' her. Not that it kept her from turning into a prime cock whore anyway!! Cost a fucking fortune!!! Amazing at the cost saving you can find on the black market!!!! So illegal but she turned out quite the little fuck toy. How was the ride LEROY?!?!?" With that, LeRoy threw the robe shreds tot eh floor and joined Marc's stepfather in going after Henry. A few good punches were thrown. But the two had him fairly well subdued by the time the police arrived. The screams alone has caused the neighbors to call 911 on them. When they entered the home the police found two men holding a third down on the ground. The third man laughing hysterically. He was still laughing when they dragged him away. They also found what appeared to be a Mother holding her daughter, who was naked. The woman's French husband and the teen girl's boyfriend being the only ones who could stop them crying enough to take the girl out to the ambulance. 8 Months Later Marc strolled down the road, walking on the gravel and dirt since this was one of the stretches in town that didn't have sidewalks. She had to be careful. She could still listen to her language lesson through her earphones, but she also had to keep one ear aimed in back of her to listen for cars coming up behind her. It was one of the few stereotypes she found to be very true in the move, just how crazy the drivers in France were. But for many reasons this was her favorite part of the week. Walking by herself, through this part of town. Listening to her tapes. Heading to the park. While it had been quite since they arrived, it was still good to get as far away from all the insanity as she could. Marc didn't quite understand all the things that happened after that Christmas eve. Her Dad getting the shit beat out of him by Guy. Who her Mom kept saying should be pronounced Gee. Actually she really wanted Marc to call him Dad, or Pere, the French word for Dad. But Marc couldn't do that. He as a nice guy and all but he wasn't her Father. Well, technically she guessed he was. Or really could be, she sure looked like him. To Marc though his 'real' Father was back in the states. Back in jail for so very long. Things got so weird after that night. Her Mom taking her from the house. The interviews with the Police. The reporters trying to film her for the evening news once the story got out. As if her personal life was a news story. All those tests at the hospital. Her Mom tried to explain what her Father had done to her, or 'him' as she kept saying. Not that a lot of things made sense. Like the problem with the clinic where she had her surgery. They did a great job, but her Mom said they closed the place down and the Doctors who weren't thrown in jail got deported. That it wasn't a 'real' hospital'. But they did such great work!! She hoped Nurse Kim was OK, he was nice. Marc even heard Dr. Cowen got in trouble for doing her breasts. Her Mother said he was still going to be able to practice, but Marc got a large settlement for what he did to her. His Mom talked about these settlements a lot. What she got from Dr. Cohen though wasn't anything compared to what Marc got from his Dad's bosses. Marc really didn't understand what was so wrong with his Dad getting all those drugs from his work, instead of going through a pharmacy. Then again, if it wasn't bad they wouldn't have used that as one of the main reasons to lock his Dad up for so long. Marc just hoped that Angel's boyfriend Antoine, the county jail guard, didn't pull too many stings to make things as bad as he said he was going to for Marc's Dad. Thinking about him just then, Marc really missed Antoine and Angel. She'd tried to stay in touch after the move but it was so hard. While France might be up to date on technology, this small town they moved to, and on the outskirts of it even, there wasn't an internet hook up that would work. Calling was no good due to the time difference. Marc did often wonder what Angel was doing, what club he was hitting, what he was wearing. For some reason she missed Angel more that LeRoy. Well no, she knew the reason. LeRoy had been great. He'd always be her 'first'. For so many things. The pressure and the attention got too much. He only wanted to be fuck buddies, which was cool. Not part of the madhouse that Marc's life turned into that night. She hoped that he's gotten into college like he wanted. She's hoped that, in a few years, she'd be able to find news stories of his wins in American league football. She knew though that she's never get back the friendship LeRoy had with the male Marc. And there was now no way to continue the relationship they started with the girl Marc. Finding her usual Saturday afternoon bench cleared, Marc sat down and moved to make sure she was in the shade, but could still be seen. She wasn't sure who these soccer players were, if they were a real team, or a school team that met on Saturdays to practice. But it as her new Saturday afternoon thing,. To walk down to the park, plant herself down on the bench and watch them practice soccer. Or Futball as they called it. Because she might not be a guy anymore. She might not ever see her friends back home. And she would never be on the football team ever again. But that didn't mean she couldn't hang out with the team. Because while she didn't understand the language yet, but she knew these guys liked her. As much as she liked being liked by them. Who needed LeRoy when she could have him 12 times over? With their great hairy legs, uncut cocks and an understanding of American girls that lead them to believe they all were tall, overly muscular and had giant tits. These were football players who knew how to treat a girl right. Not like the bastards who used to be teammates of his. He liked how they called him 'Marc' not understanding it wasn't really a girls name. And saying it with those cool accents that sounded like "Marsh". Marc might have had to leave his old life completely behind, but there wasn't that much left of it to leave. And she might have had to move half way across the world to be accepted as a 'real' girl without question. But she had a great home. He had great parents who supported her. And not in a way that made her uneasy like her Dad did. And she was making new friends. The guys saw her and stopped playing to come by and say "Hello." They all had those great smiles they always got when they saw her. Whether on the field or if they were passing on the street. Her team of buddies were always glad to see her. Marc didn't understand a lot of things, but she understood what those smiles meant. And that was all she had to know. End.