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The Kick Part 3 - As a Junior
(Drew notices further changes as his body slowly recovers from the
injury, he gets a new hair style, begins wearing girl's clothes
occasionally, and gives Jeff a hand job.)
It was the third week in September and the weather was unusually warm -
highs in the lower 90's and humid - and since the community swimming
pool was going to be closing shortly, Jeff and I decided that we might
as well take advantage of the nice weather and kind of "top off" our
tans. So we did a little swimming but mostly just lay on our towels,
applied a little lotion, and drowsed in the sun. I'd hurriedly gotten
ready to go to the pool when Jeff called me on his cell and said that he
was on his way to pick me up and was only a couple of blocks away - I
just grabbed a swim suit from my dresser drawer and a towel from the
linen closet. When we got to the pool and were changing in the Men's
Changing Room I realized that I'd grabbed a suit that I had worn a
couple of years ago and while I could get into it, it was a little on
the small side for me and the fabric of the Speedo was pretty tightly
stretched over my hips, buttocks and crotch. I didn't think too much
about it at the time, but later on that day as I was lying on my back,
sunning myself, some guys I didn't know walked past and I heard one of
them say to his buddy, "Man, check out the camel toe on that kid."
So, I'm lying there and thinking, like, "Camel Toe? What the fuck is a
Camel Toe?" But I wasn't even sure that they were talking about me so I
just sort of ignored the comment. That evening I was just kind of
killing time in my room by browsing through some sites on the internet
when the phrase "camel toe" popped into my head so I did a Google search
on it and the first site that popped up was www.RateMyCamelToe.com and
when I clicked on that I found that it was a bunch of pictures of girls.
Not just any girls, but girls in short tight shorts, or bikini bottoms,
or skintight jeans - and most of the pictures centered in on their
crotch. And you could clearly see, uh, well, you could, like, clearly
see the bulge of their pussy and the tight fabric kind of, well, sunk
down into it and emphasized its vertical slit. So I was wondering why
that guy made that comment, and then I remembered that, well, I had been
wearing that tight Speedo at the pool that day so I dug the still-damp
suit out of the clothes hamper and struggled into it and looked at my
reflection in the mirror. Oh shit, now I knew why he made the comment -
the tight thin fabric of the Speedo molded to and emphasized the
swelling in my crotch. And worse, because of the way the fabric of the
suit was sewn together, the seam in the center kind of sunk into the
swelling and made it look as though I had a small vertical slit in the
swelling. Man, it almost made it look like I had a girl's pussy down
there! I struggled out of the suit and examined the swelling a little
more closely - and, well, yeah, I guess that there was a sort of crease
running down the center of the swelling - but there was certainly
nothing as extreme as the Speedo had made it look like. Relieved, I
tossed the offending suit in the waste basket and went back to browsing
the internet.
The October issue of Seventeen Magazine was devoted to articles and
pictures of teenage boy actors and models. I read that issue through
several times and since two of the models reminded me of Jeff I cut out
the pages with their pictures and stuck them up on the wall by my bed.
It's kind of funny but I've been dreaming about Jeff sometimes in my
sleep lately. Now I can't always remember the details of my dreams but
most of them are, like, how cute Jeff is, and how much I like to be with
him, and how fascinated I am with the bulge in the crotch of his jeans.
I think in one of my dreams Jeff even took off his jeans and let me play
with his dick. I mean, it's kind of embarrassing to be dreaming about
another guy like that - but there's nothing I can do to control my
dreams, is there?
Just before Halloween, my Mom took me back to the urologist that had
been treating me, for an exam as it had been two months since my last
exam. After his nurse took some blood samples and sent them off to the
lab, she showed me to an examination room and said the doctor would be
right in. Yeah! Sure! It was, like, twenty minutes later when he came in
and he didn't even apologize for making me wait! He had me take off my
jeans and underwear (I'd been sure to wear one of my few pairs of Jockey
briefs that morning instead of my usual panties.) and sit up on the
examining table with my legs spread. From the look on his face I think
that he was surprised by the amount of swelling that I still had in my
crotch. But he put on a pair of latex gloves and did a thorough
examination of the swollen area - feeling the area from all sides and
probing it with his fingers. Finally he squirted a little lubricant on
his fingers and slowly and gently inserted his right index finger into
the vertical slit in the center of the swollen area. To be honest, I
hadn't paid much attention to that area ever since I had checked it out
after that comment the guy made at the swimming pool, and I was
surprised to see that the doctor was able to insert his finger into the
slit almost up to the first knuckle on his finger - I hadn't realized
how deep the slit had gotten. He then continued to probe inside the
slit, sliding his finger up and down and gently probing its sides. To
tell the truth, it felt really strange at first to have another guy's
finger up inside me like that but after a minute or so of probing it
began to feel pretty good, and then really good, and then REALLY REALLY
good, and I was embarrassed to see how the edges of the slit were moist
with liquid and several drops had leaked out onto the examination table.
"Don't worry about that", he said as I blushed a bright red, "that's a
natural reaction to stimulation of your penis." "But", he continued,
"there's some good news and some not-so-good news. The not-so-good news
is that your testicles have continued to atrophy and are now very tiny
and completely hidden within the swollen area. It looks like the damage
to them was more severe that I had initially anticipated and it's quite
likely that they will disappear completely in several months. That
shouldn't worry you however as we can start you on a regular series of
hormone treatments that will maintain your male characteristics. The
good news is that your penis is no longer completely enclosed by the
swelling. There's now about a half inch of it exposed and my
manipulation of it was what caused the wetness to appear. But I'll bet
that you'd already found that out for yourself when you took showers.
Right?"
"Uh, um, well, yeah", I stammered, not wanting to let him know that I
had recently been masturbating by massaging the outside of my swollen
area instead of probing into the slit to see what I could find in there
and playing with that.
"The area that I am a little concerned about", he continued, "Is that
the swelling is still present to a larger degree than I would have
expected and I'm surprised to see how the swelling has developed that
vertical slit in the center and completely hides your penis. Almost more
like a .......", and his voice trailed off. But he caught himself and
never finished what he had been going to say as he continued after a
short pause, "So you are making some progress and I expect that with the
exception of your testicles that you'll make a complete recovery." He
smiled at me, patted me on the back and told me to stop by the front
desk on the way out and make another appointment in two months, as he
turned and left the examination room. As I was pulling my briefs back on
after standing up from the examination table I noticed how the center of
my briefs slid down into the slit a little and revealed two small
swellings on either side. "Camel Toe", I thought as I quickly pulled up
my jeans to hide my crotch.
"So, how did the exam go", Mom asked as I came out into the waiting
area.
"Pretty good", I said, "It's just taking a little longer to heal than he
expected. But everything looks okay", I finished, not wanting to have a
discussion about my testicles in front of a waiting room full of people.
As the end of the year approached and the date of the follow-up
examination with the urologist also approached, I was getting
increasingly unhappy with the thought of having some guy manipulate and
examine me "down there" so a couple of weeks before the examination I
called the doctor's office and explained that my father was being
transferred to a new job out of state (a lie, of course) and canceling
the appointment. A week or so after that Mom reminded me that I had an
upcoming appointment with the doctor and I just responded, "Oh, I forgot
to tell you that his office called and he's closing his practice here
and moving to Los Angeles. He said that he'd give us a referral in a
month or so." So that took care of that.
I was eating breakfast the other Saturday and since I didn't have much
planned for that day I was taking my time and browsing through Girl's
Life and Teen Vogue and looking at the new fashions that were coming
out. Mom walked past and stopped and looked over my shoulder at the
article I was reading. "Some of those clothes look very nice. Would you
like to get a few of those styles", she asked
I blushed because I had actually been daydreaming about how I would look
wearing some of those clothes but I answered Mom, "Uh, well, um, they
really look nice. But after all, they're for girls and not for boys. And
can you, like, imagine how much my friends would kid me if I wore any of
those clothes to school?"
"Just asking", she said, "Let me know if you change your mind." It was
several weeks after that when I was getting dressed in the morning that
I found something had been added to the clothes in my closet - two
girl's tees. One was kind of like a football tee except that it was pink
and had all these hearts printed on the front and the word "LOVE." The
other one was black and had a picture of Hannah Montana on it. Later
that day Mom asked me if I liked the two tees that she'd bought for me.
"Uh, yeah, uh, well, they're pretty but I can't wear them where any of
the kids would see me, like, to school or anything."
"Of course not", she replied, "But when I saw them in the store I
thought how pretty they would look on you. And you could just wear them
around the house where no one else would see you." Mom had a point there
so after supper I went back up to my room and looked at the tees and
finally chose the "LOVE" tee and put it on and had to admit how pretty
it looked on me as I admired myself in the mirror.
I think that it was in March when Mom looked at me across the breakfast
table one morning as I sat there in my Hannah Montana tee and a pair of
black panties and said, "Drew, I don't want to meddle, but you should
think about doing something with your hair."
"My hair? What's the problem with my hair", I asked as I frowned.
"Well", she continued, "It's just that it looks, well, sort of shaggy."
"Whatever", I said as I continued eating my cereal. But as I was getting
dressed later I did take a good look at my hair in the mirror and had to
agree that she might have a point. Like, I couldn't remember the last
time that I'd had it cut - it was probably back in the 7th or 8th grade
- and by my Sophomore year it was long enough that it hung down an inch
or so below the tops of my shoulders. But that wasn't a problem because
a lot of the guys on the soccer team had long hair and we just pulled it
back and snapped a rubber band around it to keep it out of our faces.
But that had been more than a year ago and now it hung down a good two
or three inches below my shoulders and while I had been shampooing it
every week or so, it did look a little ragged and unkempt and it was
different colors - from a light blond at the ends where it had been
bleached by the sun, to a much darker blond near my scalp - so I
probably did need to have something done to it. The problem was that the
barber I had gone to many years before was some old guy down in the
village who was into hunting - he had all these stuffed animal heads
hanging in his shop - and all he wanted to talk about was what he had
shot the last time he went hunting - and regardless of how I wanted my
hair cut I always ended up looking like a Marine when I left his shop.
So several days later I asked Mom if she knew a place where I could go
to have my hair "trimmed a little" and she said that she had been going
to this salon where they did both men's and women's hair and if I'd
like, she could make an appointment for me. "Yeah, after school
sometime", I said. When I showed up at the salon the following week for
my appointment I was a little nervous - it looked more like a beauty
parlor than a salon - and I didn't see any other guys around - and there
was this, like, perfume or something in the air and this soft music
playing. But an older woman came up to me and said, "You must be Drew.
Your mother said that you'd be coming in today. What can we do for you?"
"Uh, well, um, it just looks a little messy", I said as I fingered my
long locks, "And, uh, it probably needs to be trimmed or something."
"Not a problem, just come over and sit right down in this chair and
we'll get to work", she said, leading me over to a chair. Man, did they
give me the business - first they shampooed my hair, and then they put
something on and rinsed it off, and then something else and let that sit
awhile and rinsed that off, and then they dried it a little and trimmed
it some, and then they put more stuff on and rinsed that off and dried
it and trimmed it a little more. By this time it was, like, supper time
and I'm getting hungry and really wanted to have them finish up so I
could get out of there when the lady says, "There, how does that look?",
as she turns the chair around so I can see myself in the mirror. Holy
Shit! Man, they had given me this girl's hairstyle! Like my hair was
this light blond color and it was parted on the left and swept across my
face just above my right eye and it came down two inches below my
shoulders and had a slight wave in it.
"Uh, well, like ..... yeah ..... it's okay ..... I guess", I stammered
as I got up out of the chair and headed for the door. Man, I was, like,
planning on getting home and grabbing some scissors and doing something
to it so it didn't look so much like a girl's style. And as I walked
along I could feel it swishing against my shoulders and it had this
light perfume smell to it. And then to make matters worse, who did I
meet on the street but Jeff. At first I don't think he recognized me but
then he did a quick double take and said, "Drew, I almost didn't
recognize you. Man, your hair looks really nice."
"You mean you actually like this style", I asked, "I think it makes me
look like a fucking girl."
"No, no, it makes you look really pretty, uh, I mean really nice. I like
it. You're not going to change it are you?", he asked.
"Well, uh, umm, I guess not", I said. So that's how I got my new
hairstyle. A couple of the guys kidded me a little at school the next
couple of days but then the novelty of my new hairstyle faded away and
they didn't say anything. And after a couple of days I did get used to
my "new look", and then I gradually got to really like it, and even got
several different kinds of conditioners and shampoos with different
scents to use on it. About the only downside was that I had to spend a
little more time every morning tending to my hair, but I figured that
was a small price to pay for looking ever so much nicer.
Mom bought me some new clothes in the spring. Actually she gave me a
large gift certificate to Victoria's Secret and suggested that I pick
out what I wanted. I was too embarrassed to walk into one of their
stores and shop, so with a little help from Mom on the sizes, I just
logged onto their web site and bought everything online. Now, I was
still dressing in boy's clothes outside of the house but when I was at
home I'd occasionally wear girl's clothes. It wasn't only that I liked
the girl's styles, colors and materials better, but from the waist on
down, the girl's clothes accommodated my changing shape better. So I got
some colorful cotton tops, and some really low rise jean shorts, and
even one denim skirt. I'd started shaving my legs several months ago and
Mom complemented me on how nice my legs looked the first time I wore the
low rise shorts around the house.
One night after supper, Jeff dropped by the house - unannounced. When
I'd gotten home from school that day I'd just put on a pair of low rise,
tight denim shorts and a big floppy "Wild Strawberry" colored tee and a
pair of pink flip flops (even though their color clashed a little with
my tee). When I opened the front door and he saw me standing there in my
Victoria's Secret clothes his jaw dropped a little and he stammered
something like, "Wow Drew, you ..... well, uh ..... look beautiful .....
um, I mean pretty ..... no, I mean nice ....." and he just stood there
and blushed and I could see that he was getting this big bulge in his
jeans. I didn't want to make him suffer anymore so I asked him if he
wanted to come in and have some of the pizza left over from supper and
watch some TV. He said he did and so we just relaxed on the couch and
watched whatever was on HBO at the time, and after awhile I kind of
snuggled up against him and he put his arm around my shoulders.
I think I mentioned before how Jeff has this nice "package", and so I'm
sitting snuggled up next to him on the couch and I glanced over and
noticed how I could see the outline of his dick showing through the
tight fabric of his jeans down his left leg. I kept trying not to stare
at it. Now I had seen it fully exposed lots of times before in the Boy's
Showers at school - and I'd even watched Jeff as he reached down and
soaped it up and then held it in his hand as he rinsed it off - but here
I was snuggled up against him and it was right there next to me. Well,
Mom had gone out to do some shopping so it was just Jeff and me in the
house so after another fifteen minutes or so I slid my left hand over
and let it rest on Jeff's right thigh. Jeff flinched a little when I
first touched him but he didn't say anything so after a couple more
minutes I moved my hand over and let it rest on the bulge in the left
leg of his jeans. Jeff began to breathe a little faster but again he
didn't say anything. I had been letting my fingernails grow out since
around Christmas and they were now almost a quarter of an inch beyond my
fingertips so I took my fingers and gently traced the outline of Jeff's
"package" and then began to gently scratch and tickle it with my
fingernails. Jeff was breathing even faster now as I began to slowly
massage him with the palm of my hand and then I reached up and whispered
in his ear, "Can I touch it? Please?"
Jeff didn't say anything for a moment but then he reached down and
unsnapped his jeans, unzipped his fly, and pushed his jeans down to his
knees, leaving him sitting there fully exposed except for his tight
Jockey briefs. Man, now I could see his dick even better through his
briefs, and I was getting really turned on, and I could feel my panties
getting damp, and I placed my hand over his dick and could feel the
warmth of it through his briefs. After a couple of minutes I bent over
and took my hands and rubbed and stroked the bulge in his briefs and
then slid my hands down into Jeff's briefs and cupped and rubbed his
hairy balls and then pulled his briefs down to expose his cock. Oh shit!
It looked so huge, and so beautiful that I almost couldn't control
myself as I wrapped my hand around its shaft and began to gently stroke
it. Jeff was moving around a little and groaning in pleasure as I
grabbed him even tighter, and began to stroke him more rapidly as his
dick rapidly swelled and got hard in my hand. Finally, Jeff's body
jerked a couple of times as he shot jets of warm white liquid into my
hand, and then he just leaned back against the couch as his breathing
returned to normal. It was shortly after that when we heard Mom's car
pull into the driveway so Jeff rapidly struggled back into his clothes
as I washed myself off and straightened my hair. When Mom came into the
house, looked at the clock and saw that we were still watching TV, she
gently suggested that since we had school the next day, that it might be
a good idea for Jeff to leave shortly. Actually, I think that both of us
were kind of glad to bring the evening to an end. I mean, I wasn't sure
how Jeff felt but I was, like, kind of really embarrassed that I had
just gotten so turned on that I had gotten carried away and had given
another boy a hand job! Like, guys just don't do that to other guys!
At school the next day I think neither Jeff nor I were quite sure how to
act toward each other. But after a couple of days we kind of put what
had happened at my house that night behind us and just acted normally
toward each other again.
As the end of my junior year approached, I realized that the swelling in
my crotch hadn't gone away yet - and might never? But it had changed a
little. Now it wasn't so much a swollen area as a soft rounded mound -
maybe a couple of inches thick between my legs and with a deep vertical
slit in the center separating the left and right "lips." While I hated
to admit it, it looked more like a girl's pussy than anything else. I
had hoped all along that my penis would return to its normal size so
that I could grab it and pee standing up at a urinal. But when I spread
the lips of my "pussy" I could see that my penis was still there near
the top of the slit but it was only an inch or so long and while I could
manage to grab it between my thumb and forefinger it was so moist and
slippery "in there" that I kept losing my hold on it and I finally
reconciled myself to having to squat down on the toilet to take a leak.
I guess the "good news", if there was any, was that the slit was now
almost two inches deep and I could masturbate in the shower by rubbing
the outside of my "pussy" with my hand while I slipped my middle finger
down into my slit and gently rubbed my tiny penis. And when I "came", it
wasn't this quick release but wave after wave of pleasure that rolled
over me as I stood there, fingering myself.
So, while I could enjoy "using" what I now had between my legs I was
very careful not to let anyone else see me. After the accident in my
Sophomore year I had been permanently excused from physical education
classes so I didn't have to worry about taking showers with the other
guys. And whenever I was dressing or undressing at home or taking a
shower, I kept the door locked so that Mom couldn't walk in on me. And I
was careful not to wear jeans that were so tight that they exposed the
shape of my "equipment" - that is, you could see a slight bulge in my
crotch but it looked like a regular boy's "package" more than anything
else.
(to be continued)
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