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TEEN 4 EVER - PT. 2
By
BERTHA
Bert, now Carol suffers from a rare condition known as Peter Pan
Condition in which some sufferers stop aging during pre or early teen
years, they never grow any older looking.
The events depicted here take place during Bert/Carol's second year as a
girl at St. Rita's School for Girls.
It will be narrated in Carol's own words.
I'm Bert; I'm eighteen and am better known as Carol. I have a sickness
which made me stop growing when I was twelve years old. For the past six
years I have been living part time as a girl and for the past two years,
full time as a girl. I look like I am no older than about twelve. I go
to a private girl school and am in my second year there.
So many of the other students there are growing up while I remain just
twelve in appearance, some of the nuns have been noticing me so I guess
this will be my last year here. I do not need to go to school because I
have already quit high school as my real self. I am only here for the
fun of being accepted as a girl around a bunch of girls. How all this
happened is another story which I will not get into here. (See the
story, A Pre-teen forever) one more thing before I get into the story. I
am going on nineteen and I like young boys of about twelve or there
about, I have never been with a girl.
I felt like I was going through withdrawal pains. I had not been with a
boy for almost three months and I missed it, it was time for me to go
pick one up.
There is a boy's school not two blocks from mine, St. Rita's School for
Girls. One day after school and before going home I stopped at the boy's
school and stood by the fence still in my school uniform waiting to see
if I could pick up a nice looking guy; I have picked up my last five or
six boyfriends this way and was well known there, I had a reputation for
being easy.
A couple of my old boyfriends came to talk to me but I brushed most of
them off, I was looking for fresh meat. I spotted one guy who looked
like what I was looking for. He seemed shy and was defiantly a loner. I
set my sights on him.
One guy that I went with a few months ago was persistent and wouldn't
leave so I thought I would kill two birds with one stone, I would let
him walk me home and I would find out what I could about the new guy.
Jimmy, the guy I was walking with, knew what would happen when we got to
my house. I still lived with my mother who worked till six o'clock, my
brother, who was now my sister lives with her husband.
Jimmy told me that Arthur, the guy I pointed out to him, was indeed a
loner. He was new at the school and no one seemed to like him. I could
sympathize with him, I had the same problem when I went to school
because of my being stuck in a twelve year old's body.
I invited Jimmy in my house. I gave him a soda and we watched some TV
for awhile. We sat on the couch, he put his arm around me, I thought he
never would and was getting ready to start things myself. A few kisses
later and I had my hand in his pants playing with his prick. He was
expecting it, that is why he came home with me.
I allowed him to play with my small mounds which I got from hormones
that I have been taking since I was sixteen. I took off my top and bra
to make it easier for him.
He learned a few things since we broke up, at least I broke up, I am the
one who broke up with every boyfriend I ever had for obvious reasons. I
could not let them learn that between my legs I was just like them, but
not as big.
He licked my breasts and kissed them until I thought I was going to
cream my jeans, as they say.
I had his dick in my hands and for the first time in three months I soon
had it in my mouth, OH! That was so good. I savored the juices till I
swallowed them. I felt his hand going up my skirt and had to stop him
from going any farther. I did this by taking him in my mouth again.
Finished, I put my bra on and asked him to hook it for me, a thrill he
will not soon forget because I had him use his hands to settle my
breasts in the cups. He buttoned my blouse and I reciprocated by putting
his wet, sticky penis back in his pants and zipping him up. I cleaned
off anything that had gotten on my hands by licking them clean.
I thanked him and showed him out the door.
I spent the evening planning how I was going to make Arthur my next
conquest.
I wanted to give Jimmy a chance too cool off so I did not go back to the
schoolyard until three days later, a Monday.
I spied Arthur walking home alone. I caught up to him on the corner.
"Hi," I said. "My name is Carol. Don't you live on Oak street?" I gave
him my sweetest smile.
He looked at me a few seconds before answering. I think he liked what he
saw. I had my skirt hiked up a few inches; a lot of the girls did that
but never at school, which was a big no-no.
"Hi. I'm Arthur. Yes, I live there, we just moved in awhile ago," he
said and started crossing the street.
"I live near there. Can we walk together?" I saw a smile cross his face.
He shrugged his shoulders. I took that as a yes and walked next to him.
My house was first. About a block before we reached it I took his hand,
he did not pull away but did hold me a bit tighter than I held his; I
think I had him. We just talked while we walked.
We stopped in front of my house. I asked if we could walk to school
together, at least where our routes crossed. He said that might be good.
I told my mom that I was working on a new boyfriend. She said for the
thousandth time that she did not like my going out with such young boys.
We go through this every time I pick up a new guy; you would think by
now that she would realize that this is the life I want and I am not
going to change. I could not make her understand why I kept going to
that girl's school when I could go back to my high school as Bert. Time
and time again I told her that I loved being a little girl and I loved
going to school with all those girls and wearing the lovely uniforms. As
usual, I won. Even if I lost I would not change, I was going to go to
the school as long as I could and would go out with any one I chose and
I chose the young teen, and pre teen boys. She was well aware of what
we, the boys and I, did together.
Albert and I walked to and from school for almost a week before he took
the inactive and took hold of my hand first. He was one of the slowest
guys I ever know, and the shiest.
There is a soda shop between the school and my house. In the middle of
our second week "together" he finally steered me in and bought me a
soda. We sat side by side in a booth, I moved close t him so that our
bodies were touching and I put my hand on his knee; shouldn't he be
doing this to me? But at least I'm making some progress. It was Friday
before he finally kissed me, just a peck.
I finally got him to make out with me, just a little, mostly just a kiss
or two. But we did become almost inseparable. I did bring him home to
meet my mother just as any girl my age would do. Mom liked him and kept
after me to not hurt him as I had every other boy I went with. She had
long ago given up on trying making me go back to being the boy I really
am and to act my age. I hadn't worn boy's clothes in a little over two
years and I never intend to. As far as this body I am stuck with, I like
it now, I like being a young girl even though I will never be any older,
I can live with it, like I have a choice?
It was coming up to Halloween in four days and I was looking for a
costume both Arthur and I could wear, a couple type of costume. We had
just walked to my house from school one day about a week before
Halloween and I invited him in for a soda. We started talking about what
to wear trick or treating.
"I have an idea," he said. "It may sound stupid but think about it."
"What?"
"Well...you and I are always together, right?"
"Right."
"Well...why don't we go as each other? It might be cool."
"I don't understand," I said but I really think I did.
"Well...I could go as you and you could go as me. We look the same size;
I think I could fit into your school uniform and you could wear a pair
of pants and a shirt like I always wear...no, forget it; it is a stupid
idea."
"No. that is a good idea." I like it.
I took him by his hand and led him to my room which, by the way, is one
of the most feminine rooms I have ever seen. I could see he was nervous,
whether for being in such a room or because he was in a girl's bedroom
with a girl, I don't know.
I took off my blazer and threw it on the bed then decided to have some
fun with him. I took off my shirt while he stood there wide eyed looking
at me. Thanks to my hormones I had an average set of teen age girl
breasts. I went to my dresser and took a bra from a draw.
"Here," I said. "Try this on to see if it fits." I helped him with the
bra and stuffed a sock in each cup like I used to do before my sister
gave me her falsies and before I grew my own, I suppose I could have
given him my falsies but how would I explain my having them?
He looked like a guy with tits. Just for fun I pulled my skirt down and
gave it to him. "Put this on. It may help you look better."
He took the skirt and went to my bathroom to put it on. I guess he was
embarrassed enough seeing me almost naked. He came out and did look a
bit more like a girl. To cut to the chase by the time I finished with
him he did look like a school girl. While he was putting on the skirt I
put on a dress, didn't want to excite him too much.
I wouldn't let him change for about an hour. We decided that he would
wear my uniform and I would wear one too. I wanted to make out with him
but I really had a time getting him away from the mirror. Something told
me he liked what he saw. I did tell him that I was not going to dress as
a boy but I would not tell him what I was going to wear.
Halloween was Friday so after walking home from school we stopped at my
house and I gave him one of my uniforms and unknown to him a complete
set of underwear, bra, panties and pantyhose. He went home to change
telling me he would be back at seven.
After supper I got into my uniform (A sexy school girl).
If I ever wore a uniform like that to school the Mother Superior would
have a heart attack. My skirt was a micro mini and my tank top was cut
so low half my tits were hanging out; I did however wear a sweater that
at least covered my tits. I wore high heel spike heel boots and heavy
make up. I was proud at how slutty I looked.
I was looking carefully in the mirror and thought that my body was a bit
more feminine, my hips looked a bit bigger and I knew that my bras were
getting tight; could I be growing a bit? I hoped so; I would love to
look a little, hell, a lot, older.
I waited for Arthur to come over so we could go trick or treating. When
he came and I opened the door I was taken aback at how he looked.
I knew what he was wearing; after all, I had given him the uniform.
He looked just like any of the girls at school. He was wearing a wig,
and jewelry and makeup and I could swear that I was looking at his
sister but I knew he was an only child.
He asked me how he looked; his mother helped him get dressed. He was
even carrying a purse.
He told me I was beautiful and sexy looking.
Mom told us to be back before ten pm. (this was for his benefit. He was
only thirteen and had a curfew; I, being nineteen needed none).
We were back by nine. He kissed me and walked home in his costume. I
watched him as he walked and could almost swear that I was watching a
girl.
Although I loved playing the pre teen girl I sometimes did not like some
of the things I had to do, like trick or treating; that was so juvenile
but I had to do it to keep up appearances.
The next day was a Saturday. Just before noon Arthur called and asked if
he could come over, he said he had something important to tell me. Mom
and I were home and had nothing planned so I said he could come if he
wanted. He said that his mom wanted to come too. I thought we "Kids"
could do something together and the moms could get to know each other a
bit better, they had met a few times but usually just for a minute or
so.
I put on a tee shirt and denim skirt.
We heard the car pull up in front and someone walking up the walk. I
waited by the door for the bell to ring so I could open it right away.
The bell rang, I opened it and got the shock of my life, and with my
life it really took something to shock me.
It took me a few seconds to realize the cute young girl standing in the
doorway was Arthur.
"Hi," he said. He and his mother walked past me into the living room. To
say I was surprised would be an understatement.
"Leslie. Why don't you and Carol go to her room and talk? I'm sure she
has a few questions."
"Leslie?" I asked looking at my friend Arthur.
"Yes. Leslie," he said grabbing my hand and taking me to my room while
his mother and mine went to the kitchen.
As soon as we got to my room he started in. In a nutshell, he had been
cross dressing since he was about ten years old. He went by the name
Leslie and had never been out of the house as Leslie. When he went out
last night and no one ever gave it a second thought he realized he could
go out and not be known.
I guess he didn't realize that it being Halloween he could get away with
wearing dress, no matter, he did feel as if could do it.
He talked his mother into coming over here and telling me about it.
"I hope you are not pissed at me and we could still be friends."
"That is not a problem," I said. I wondered if I should tell him about
me but decided against it. Let him think I was the girl he liked. Even
if I did tell him that I was a boy, I don't think I would tell him I was
eighteen going on nineteen; that might be too much. I kissed him and
told him that it was alright, I didn't care.
I asked him to show me what he used for breasts. He took his dress off
to show me that his bra was filled with foam rubber breasts. Being the
sluttish girl that I am reputed to be I took my top off to show him my
breasts.
"I'll bet you wish you had something like these," I said hefting them
almost in his face.
"I guess," he said grabbing them and fondling them. I allowed him to
play for awhile. I allowed him to put them back in their holders and
hook my bra. I thought I might have some fun with him.
"I have this cute outfit that would look simply divine on you, would you
like to try it on?"
"Well...I don't know if I should," he said hesitatingly. I convinced him
and in a few minutes he was in the bathroom changing clothes. I asked
him several times if I could help him but he kept yelling through the
door that he could handle it. Would he accept my help if he knew I was a
boy too?
Well, he did look good in the outfit I gave him and was still in it when
our mothers called us for lunch. He wanted to change before going but I
grabbed his hand and sort of pulled him to the kitchen. His mother was
surprised to see him dressed differently.
"Mom, I want you to meet my new best girlfriend," I said while holding
him like a girl would hold her new best girlfriend. "Her name is
Leslie."
Albert/Leslie and his mother were happy that we accepted him and his
"Quirk" as she called it. How could I do anything else, he wasn't doing
anything different than I was and he, unlike me, was being completely
honest about it.
We had lunch and hung around my room for awhile until I got bored and
asked Leslie if he wanted to go for a walk. He hesitated for a few
minutes until I practically begged. He agreed for just a short time,
maybe once around the block.
He told me how happy he was that I didn't mind that he liked to dress as
a girl. I told him that I was now happy because I now had both a
boyfriend and a best girlfriend. Inwardly I was getting a bit annoyed
that I had to keep talking like a little girl but stuff happens.
I had been going with him a bit over a month now and had not even played
with his cock and quite frankly I was getting antsy. I was determined
that if I didn't get it soon I would dump him and find another guy, a
girl needs a cock in her mouth and that is all there is to it.
We walked around the block and because this is an average neighborhood
we passed a few other girls but due to my reputation they didn't stop to
talk to us. I guess Leslie was glad about that.
I took him back home where we went back to my room and he again told me
about how he got to start wearing dresses and how he so wanted to go
outside the house.
In my room we sat on my bed and for the first time that day I kissed
him. If he wanted to be a girl I was going to treat him like one. I put
my hand on his knee while kissing him and moved it up his pantyhose
covered leg to under his skirt. This was a bit different to me. I had
never been with a girl and really didn't know how to proceed until I
remembered that this was no girl I had in my arms.
I reached between his legs where all that was between us was his panties
and pantyhose, he wore no padding like I used to. I felt he was getting
a hard on. I felt his legs open a bit so I could get between them. I
hoped I could keep him in this mood until I was finished; I was hoping
for at least a good feel or a handful of cock. I got his panties down
and my hand around his throbbing cock. I laid him on his back so I could
get a better position, he was like putty in my hands; I assumed that
this was the first time something like this happened to him.
I pulled his skirt up almost to his waist and played with his cock until
he ejaculated in my hand. I licked him clean and made him lick his cum
from my hand. He was breathing hard and was still like a little puppy
whimpering. I went back to licking him till he got hard again and
finally, after months of withdrawal, I had a cock in my mouth; it was
heavenly and I tried to make it last as long as possible. I made it last
a bit less than five minutes before I had a mouthful of sweet, salty
cum.
I savored it in my mouth moving it all around until I had no choice but
to spit or swallow, I never in my life spit, spitting is rude. We were
both gasping and completely spent but I saw the biggest smile on his
face. We both lay on our backs regaining our breath.
I recovered first and put his cock back where I found it. (My mother
always told me to put my toys away when I am finished playing with
them.) We straightened out our skirts when his mother called and said it
was time for him to go home. I kissed him goodbye and lifting his skirt,
grabbed a handful of cock through his undies. I wondered how long that
silly grin on his face lasted; I know my relief lasted for hours. I also
knew that I had him where I wanted him, he was mine to do as I pleased;
all I had to do was threaten him that I would tell everyone he was a
cross dresser if he refused me. (Just for the record...I never had to
use that threat.)
Early the next morning mom got a phone call from Arthur's mother who
asked if we would like to go for brunch with her and Leslie. We agreed
and she said they would be over in an hour because Leslie had to get
ready.
I put on my yellow tank top and knee length ruffled skirt and high
heels, I loved wearing high heels. I guess girls think alike because
when they arrived Leslie was wearing a skirt and top too, and would you
believe it? High heels.
We hugged like girls. He was even cuter than yesterday. We talked in the
back of the car on the way to brunch.
In the last three days he had been out of the house as Leslie more times
than ever. He was a bit pissed that he never realized how easy it was
and swore to me that I might be seeing Leslie as much as Arthur. He did
assure me that he was all guys so I had no worry about him ever taking
any of my "guys" away from me. Fat chance of that ever happening.
The very thought of him going with a guy was repulsive to him, I giggled
inwardly at that.
Brunch was fun but I could see that he was still a bit on the nervous
side; was I like that when I first went out of the house as Carol? I
really don't remember. I thought I might have a bit of fun with him.
After eating I had to go to the ladies room and I practically dragged
him with me. I fixed my make up, and his. He hugged me for showing him
he could be a girl with no problem. Still holding me he whispered in my
ear how much fun he had yesterday in my room. That is all it took for my
hand to go up his skirt for a handful.
There were were, two attractive young girls in a bathroom, hugging each
other and one had her hand up the others skirt grabbing a handful of
"pussy" when in walks and old woman. She gave us both a nasty look. I
took my hand from Leslie's skirt. The woman made some kind of remark,
probably something nasty, under her breath. I was not going to let her
off so easy. I French kissed Leslie, long and nosily. We fixed our make
up again, adjusted our cloths and went back to our moms'. I bet that
woman had things to tell her grandchildren for years to come. I wonder
what she would tell them if she knew those disgusting girls were boys; I
wondered what Leslie would think if he knew I was a boy also.
The four of us spent most of the day together. I had a good time and
presume that Leslie did also.
Because this is a story and not a diary I will just say that from then
on I went with Arthur after school and with Leslie on weekends. The sex
was great but mostly limited to after school at my house and with
Arthur. My mother worked so we had the place to ourselves. It didn't
make a difference to me whether she was home or not; she was well aware
of what I was doing and I was above the age of consent, but not to be
doing it with young boys, Arthur on the other hand would do no more than
kiss me when mom was home.
I went with him longer than any other boy ever.
School was about over and he invited me to his school prom. I accepted
with one condition; I would go with him to his school prom if he would
go with me to mine. It sounded good to him so we agreed; both proms were
a week apart at our respective schools. I was well known at both
schools. Arthur had a reputation by that time of going with that slut
Carol. A lot of guys had a bit more respect for him since he started
going with me. I didn't care what they thought of me as long as they
were there when I wanted something.
I had to go shopping for a new gown for the prom. Leslie has been going
with me as my girlfriend for a bit over six months and had a reputation
through association, but I never tried to fix him up with a boy,
although I think I could have done it easily. No one ever made the
connection that my girlfriend Leslie and my boyfriend Arthur were one
and the same, why should they? Arthur and Leslie were completely
different people as far as anyone could see.
I bought a beautiful gown for the prom, I knew from the start that the
nuns at my school never would let one of their students wear such a
revealing gown but it came with a matching lace jacket which I would
wear for my school prom; for Arthur's prom I would wear it without the
jacket.
This would be my first prom at my school and I think I was as excited as
any of the other girls. We all talked about what we were going to wear
and how far we would let our boyfriends go that night.
I knew that, like me, some of the girls had done some things with their
guys. I had a reputation as being a bit wild so some of them asked me
for advice which I freely gave them. I had been in the principal's
office several times about my reputation but as long as I behaved in
school there was not much they could do to me, and remember; I was not
there really legally. I didn't care if they expelled me or not. That is
not really true. I did care a little because I loved being around all
these pre teen girls, it was great being taken for one, also, if I
wasn't a pre teen girl I would never be able to go with all the young
boys I loved going with.
The implications of what could happen to me if I, a nineteen year old
boy was ever caught in a girl's school would be bad enough but add to it
the fact that I was having sex with underage boys; well, I don't want to
think about it.
(Those of you who have not read about how I, a nineteen year old boy,
got to be attending a girl's school as a preteen should read my first
book, "A Pre Teen 4 Ever."
I will give you a very brief summary of these events here.
When I was ten years old I was diagnosed with a disease which prevented
me from aging, I will always look like a pre teen. On top of that I
wanted to be a girl. At sixteen I started living as a girl and wanted to
attend a private girl school. Also at sixteen I quit my high school. I
had been fascinated with this particular girl's school and even bought a
uniform to wear.
That same year, for a lark, I decided to hang around the school the
first day in my uniform. When the bell rang I was forced by the rush
into the building where I was accosted by one of the nuns. She asked who
I was and I told her I was a new student and lost my paperwork. She took
me to the office and filled out some 'Temporary" paperwork from
information I made up on the spot. Through some errors of which I am not
familiar with, my temporary files became my permanent files and I had
been attending school for two years, almost.)
I went to both proms with Arthur. There was no more school after that,
it being the beginning of summer vacation.
Both my mother and Arthur's mother worked so we spent a lot of time
together. One day about a week into summer Arthur and I were alone in my
room. I had just finished giving him a blow job. He had his pants off
and was thinking about becoming Leslie when he saw my gown hanging on my
closet door. He asked if he could try it on and I agreed, I wanted to
see Leslie in it anyway. She looked good in it and kept it on for
awhile.
When (s)he took it off he was naked and I fondled his cock bringing it
to an erection and ejaculation.
I was starting to get hot and wanted more but he stopped me. "I don't
think it is fair," he stated.
"What's not fair?"
"You always get to play with me but I never get to play with you, which
is not fair."
"You play with me all the time," I said and removed my top and bra.
"No. I mean down there," he said pointing to my crotch.
I didn't know what to do then. If I got naked he would see that I was a
boy, just like him. "Fuck it," I thought. "Are you sure you want to play
with that?" I asked him.
He said he did.
As you might know by now I really didn't care about much and I was
getting tired of him, so I dropped my skirt and panties. I wished I had
a camera; I would have loved to capture the look on his face when he saw
I was a boy.
I hefted my sack in my hand to show him it was real. There was no doubt
that he was astonished. He must have stared at for a full two minutes.
Picture this scene, two fully naked boys in a room standing facing each
other, both with erections and one of them with a small but firm pair of
tits, and the smallest penis.
"You're a boy!!" he said.
"So are you."
"But you dress as a girl."
"So do you."
His erection went limp but I knelt in front of him and got it hard
enough to fill my mouth and have my fun.
I stood up, looked at him and said, "OK, play with me."
I could see by the look in his eyes that he wasn't fully aware of what
he was doing but he did kneel in front of me. He hesitantly touched it
and soon had it in his mouth and did me as I had many times in the past
done him.
After he had finished and swallowed I could see his eyes clearing up. I
did owe him an explanation and gave him the truth, most of it; I guess I
neglected to tell him my real age. I guess I got to him because he took
me over to my bed where we did things to each other that I had not done
in years and were the first time for him.
We got dressed before my mother came home. He went home. I wondered if I
would ever see him or Leslie again. I did, for about a month. He met a
girl somewhere and his seeing me tapered off. He said that he now had a
real girl and didn't need a fake one.
I was a bit pissed off at that but after a lifetime of rejection did not
let it get me down.
I went to the park wearing a short, low cut dress and watched some boys
playing sandlot softball. There was this one cute guy who looked all of
thirteen...
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