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Family Girl Copyright (c) 2011 by Cody Although many elements of this story are fiction, the majority of it is based on my real-life experiences coming of age. Disclaimer: this story contains subjects that may not be suitable for all audiences, such as homosexuality, transgenderism and sex between minors. If such things are illegal in your area, stop reading now. If such things offend you, please seek professional counseling. Immediately. Please? Author's warning: This story contains inferences to incest. In no way do I condone the actions of some of this story's characters happening in real life. But such things do happen in real life. And while some of this story is fantasy, some of it really happened. This is a story I feel compelled to tell, regardless of how painful it is to tell it, or to read it. All I ask of the reader is a little patience, and to keep reading. Preface to part 3: I know that stories with the premise this one originally had instill certain expectations in certain audiences. I'm one of those that would probably enjoy a different, more prurient storyline. If you want that kind of story, with lots of immediate gratification, there are plenty of those available. But after I realized what this story meant to me, and how it's developed, I realized I couldn't betray the identity of my characters. I had to let them be who they are, and become who they were meant to be, in their own time. Yes, there will be decidedly sexual elements in this story in subsequent parts. Those parts won't be pleasant for all readers. But they will at least be true to the characters that have taken on a life of their own in my heart, and my mind, and my soul. *** *** *** Part 3 The morning of my second day as a junior high school girl all I could think about was what Mandy had asked me. I dug through my closet and drawers and tried to put together an outfit that Mandy might think was "sexy". The closest I could get without a dress or skirts was a pair of black Capri pants that clung to my body like a second skin. With such tight pants I needed something to keep my clitty tucked out of sight. Even with my testes slipped back up into my body where they belonged, as Mommy had showed me to do whenever I could, my clitty would have made an ugly lump in the smooth line I wanted to have over my crotch. So I chose some tight, pink Lycra brief-style panties that I hoped would help me have a flat crotch. When I had the Capri pants pulled up I turned and admired the way they emphasized the shape of my tight, round bottom and runner's legs. I slid a hand over my bottom, around my just- rounding hips and down over my tummy and now-flat girly crotch. I moaned as my hands moved over my crotch. It didn't matter if my clitty never got hard anymore; it still felt so, so good to touch myself there and the feeling of my hands running over the flatness helped me feel even more girly. I looked up in the mirror and turned my chest from side to side, relishing the look of the tight, pink push-up bra I was wearing, with its delicate, thin stretch-lace straps over my shoulders. I moved my hands up from my crotch, over my tummy and up to my chest, and I cupped and gently squeezed my little breasts. I felt the wondrous little tingles that shot in wave after wave from my nipples, through my breasts and down to my clitty. Even my ass-hole tingled whenever I did that. I had to stop or I knew I'd never get finished dressing. I slipped a tight, black low-cut tank-top with wide shoulder straps over my head and smoothed it down over my breasts and tummy, pulling it taught, tucking it into the pants. If anything, my breasts were even more obvious. No-one at school would have any doubt about me after they saw them. A little flutter ran up my tummy when I thought about that. Somehow it was exciting to think about being sexy. I slipped on the two-inch heeled black pumps on my feet. They were the tallest I had. I'd been practicing with heels all summer so I had no worries about being able to walk in them, though running might be a problem. When I stood up I saw that standing in them made my calves and my bottom even sexier. I closed my eyes and imagined myself on display, so sexy and yet so innocently-girly. I wondered if that's how the 'slut' girls at school felt when they dressed like this. Did dressing like this mean I would be thought of as a 'slut', too? Part of me was afraid of that, but another part was strangely excited. I slipped one of my delicate, gold necklaces around my neck. It had several chains, intertwined and sparkly. It was a long necklace, and it dangled to just below the low cut bodice of the tank-top, nestled between my breasts. It tickled down there a little at first, but I loved it. I imagined what it would be like to have actual cleavage, like Mommy did. I slipped on the charm bracelet that was the one piece of jewelry I always wore, no matter what, no matter where. I fingered the large gold hoops I'd inserted into my earlobes and smiled at myself in the mirror. I'd brushed my hair back behind my ears and secured it with a black, stretchy hair-band; I couldn't wait for my hair to get longer. I thought I looked almost as sexy as Mandy. I don't know why I needed her approval but it seemed very important to me. She could be a friend, the only one I'd ever known other than my sister and Mommy, and I wanted so much for her to like me. I felt sure that if I tried to look like her and her friends, then she would. All the while I'd been picking my outfit, dressing and admiring and playing with myself, Rita had watched me intently from her bed, still in her favorite pretty little Cinderella nightie, wrapped in her bed covers. She hadn't said a word up to that point. But as soon as I'd put on some of my lip gloss, blusher and used my compact to powder my face, and stood up to admire my complete look in the closet door mirrors, she finally spoke. "I don't think Mommy's gonna let you wear that outfit to school, Joanne," she said. I looked at her reflection in the mirror and, still turning from side to side admiring the swell of my little breasts, replied: "Why not? Don't I look okay?" She sat up and I turned around to look at her. "You look more than 'okay'. You look *too* 'okay'." She looked so serious. What was wrong? "What does that mean: 'too' okay?" I scoffed at her and turned back to the mirror. I didn't like what she was saying. "How can I look 'too' okay?" "Even I know what an outfit like that is saying," she said. I turned back to face her again. "So what?!" I said. I was starting to get upset with her and I didn't like it. I whispered because I didn't know if Darryl could hear us in his room next door: "You know exactly why I even have clothes like this! I'm *supposed* to look like this -- and more. Or have you forgotten already? Besides, I like it!" I turned back to admiring myself in the mirror. I really did like the way I looked. She got up from her bed and stood next to me, and used her hands to force me to turn around and face her. "You're supposed to be sexy for Daddy! Not for all the boys at school!" She wasn't talking very loudly but I was still worried that Darryl would hear her. As far as I knew, he didn't know that I was going to be Daddy's girl and I wanted to keep it that way as long as I could. "Shhh!" I said, holding a finger in front of my lips. "I'm not dressing like this for the boys. I'm meeting a friend before school, and she asked if I had any sexy clothes to wear today. I think I do." I smiled and put my hands on my hips. "Well, you sure found some!" Rita said, thankfully a little more quietly. "Does Mommy know you're gonna go to school looking like this?" she asked, gesturing up and down. "No, she doesn't," I said. "But maybe she'll let me. You just wait and see!" I grabbed a mid-sized black leatherette purse hanging in my side of our closet, dropped in my hair brush, my lip gloss, my compact, and some tissues. I slung the purse over my shoulder, picked up my book bag, and walked out to the living room. Rita shut the door behind me quietly without another word. I didn't understand why she was acting like she was, and her attitude bothered me. It was still early, only 7:20 according to the grandfather clock in the corner. I took out the directions to Mandy's house from my book bag and read them over again. As I waited for Mommy I started wondering if Rita was right. Maybe Mommy wouldn't let me go to school like this after all. But I wanted to! I was scared but for some reason I wanted to show everyone how pretty I could be. Then maybe they would like me! I thought I looked really nice. I wanted Mandy to be my friend, and I knew she would approve of this look. But I was still worried about Mommy's reaction. Just as I was about to run back to my room and change, Mommy came out of the hallway from her room. She was putting something away in her purse when she casually looked up. In some other time and place I would have laughed at the classic comedic double-take she did when she noticed me standing there. She stopped abruptly and took a long, penetrating look at me. She then slowly walked closer, eyeing me the whole time. At first she looked worried but a smile started to form on her face. Without a word, she held up her hand and motioned for me to turn around and model myself for her. I set my book bag down and did a slow, graceful twirl, holding my hands out from my sides a bit, the way she'd taught me over the summer on our shopping trips. When I'd completed my turn she put a hand over her mouth, and tears started welling in her eyes. I could have sworn then that I'd heard her mutter "oh god, what have I done?" "I'm sorry, Mommy!" I said. "I'll go change." I started to walk to my room but she gently stopped me with a hand on my arm. "No, baby, no," she said. "You look absolutely stunning!" She held her arms out for me and we hugged. I could feel her gently crying. I felt so bad. I'd made my Mommy cry! But her next words took those bad feelings away. "I love the way you look, my darling, baby girl," she said through her sobs, "you look absolutely ravishing!" After a couple minutes she calmed down. After we pulled part she kissed each of my cheeks. I reached into my purse and handed her a tissue. "Thank you, baby." She dabbed her eyes and cheeks. "I'm sorry, Joanne, it's just that you're so breathtaking, so beautiful!" "Thank you, Mommy," I said. "But if I look so nice, why did that make you cry?" "Oh, sweetie," she said. "When you have babies of your own, you'll understand." I'd never even considered the idea of having my own babies; the idea fascinated me. She caressed my cheek and slid her hand down my neck to finger my necklace. "You caught me by surprise is all. You look so beautiful, so grown up. It's not easy for a mother to suddenly realize that her baby girl is all grown up." She smiled at me. "And so sexy!" she whispered. "Oh, Mommy!" I said, embarrassed. "I'm not grown up or sexy!" I knew I was lying about the sexy part. Even though I liked boys I knew a sexy girl when I saw one. "You may not be grown up yet, doll baby, but you're definitely sexy. I'm so proud of you!" She paused with a frightened look on her face. "You can look any way that makes you happy, Joanne. But please promise me you won't let your Daddy see you like this? At least not for a while yet?" "Why not, Mommy? I thought I was supposed to be sexy for Daddy?" I was getting confused again. I felt so stupid echoing Rita's words to me earlier. "Not yet, my girl, please? Promise me?" She looked at me with a hand on each of my cheeks. "Be as sexy as you want, but just don't let your Daddy see, okay? Please?" I didn't understand. I thought I was supposed to be Daddy's girl so that he would keep us, so that we could be his, forever. I sighed. But Mommy was my Mommy, no matter what, and whatever she said was what I wanted, too. "Okay, Mommy," I said. "But it's okay to be sexy?" I asked. Mommy giggled then. I couldn't help but giggle along with her. "You're growing up, Joanne," she said. "I can already tell what a sexy girl your are and what a sexy woman you're going to be." She wrapped me in her arms again and hugged me tight. I returned the hug. It felt so wonderful to be held so close. "So, even if you maybe don't like the idea, though I think you do, you *are* a sexy girl, especially dressed like this, and you're only going to get sexier. And that's completely okay with me, baby." She pulled away and then kissed me on the lips. "Do you understand?" I smiled and pulled Mommy back into a tight hug. "I think I understand, Mommy," I said. I was thrilled and didn't completely understand why. The first thought in my head was that I would get to dress sexy for Mandy, and that was followed by the wonder of what the boys she'd told me about would think. I still wondered about why I was supposed to hide my sexiness from Daddy but I figured Mommy knew best. We broke our hug and smiled at each other. "We'd better get going," Mommy said. I picked up my book bag and walked to the front door as sexily as I could. I heard Mommy say: "Dear God!" behind me, under her breath, and I smiled. I knew she'd noticed the way I was walking and I liked her reaction, a lot. I hoped others would, too. *** *** *** Before Mommy started her car, I decided to ask her the question that had been burning in my brain since our meeting with Mrs. Barkley the day before. The three women at school hadn't said one negative thing about me being a girl now; they seemed to genuinely want to help make my transition as smooth as they could. And, even though I still got teased, it wasn't nearly as much as I remembered from the year before. The impression I got from the teasing in years past, and reactions from adults like the P.E. teacher, Mr. Johnson, had led me to expect complete rejection from everyone. And I wondered why Mandy had become so friendly since I became a girl. Mommy said she'd earned a degree in psychology, so maybe she knew the answer. "Mommy," I said, just after we were seated, "I'm confused." I felt the emotions and fears building up inside me. She took her hand away from the ignition and turned towards me. "What about, honey?" "Mrs. Barkley and the other ladies at school have been so nice and helpful. And Mandy seems like she wants to be friends with me." I looked over at her smiling face, tears welling up in my eyes. "I thought people hated girls like me." I finally broke down and fell across the seat, almost hitting my head on the steering wheel. Mommy held my head in her lap, her fingers gently stroking my scalp through my hair; she knew how much I liked that, and it relaxed me. An arm was wrapped around my shoulders as best she could. "There, there, sweetie," she cooed. "Don't worry." I kept my head resting in her lap after I finally calmed down. "I think I can help you, baby. Sit up and let Mommy try to explain." I sat up and took a tissue from the box sitting on the hump on the floor between the seats. I dried my eyes, and felt silly for thinking that at least I didn't ruin my make-up from crying, since I wasn't wearing any, really. "Okay, Mommy," I said. "I'm sorry to say, Joanne, that yes: there are people that will hate you just for being who and what you are. The technical term for it is 'homophobia'. It's as wrong and evil as the racism I've warned you against. But don't worry about remembering it. The important thing to remember is that not everyone is like that. It might seem like it when people are making fun of you, or calling you bad names, but you know from our meeting yesterday, and your phone call last night with Mandy, that there are people in the world who will love you anyway, because you're a sweet, generous, warm, loving and kind-hearted girl. The world could use more people like you, honey." I'd stared at Mommy enraptured for a moment by her words. "Really?" "Really! And the mean people might be louder, but there are way more nice people in the world than mean ones. Even in this stupid little town, as we found out yesterday." She smiled and I felt a little better. "Always remember that when the mean people are trying to hurt you, just be yourself. Let people get to know who you really are inside and you'll see what I mean. Do you still want to go to see Mandy, baby?" "Oh, yes, Mommy, more than ever, now!" I reached over and we hugged as best we could in the car. "Thank you so much for helping me to understand." She caressed one of my cheeks with a finger. "That's part of being a mommy, honey." We broke our hug. "Put on your seat belt, dear." We strapped on our belts, and then she turned the ignition to start the car and we pulled out on to the street. I played navigator and read off the directions to Mandy's house and we drove away. *** *** *** Mommy kept glancing at me as she drove, and smiling. By then I was smiling and feeling good from our little talk. When she dropped me off she said: "Honey, don't forget to come home before Daddy gets home from work. Okay?" "Okay, Mommy," I replied. I got out of the car and Mommy watched me saunter up to the door and knock. I turned and waved to Mommy as she drove away. When the door to Mandy's house opened I was surprised to see a woman that looked like she belonged on the cover of some porno magazine. She was wearing a see-through lacey, blue negligee, and under that I could see a pair of matching blue panties. On her feet was a pair of high- heeled slippers with puffy white balls over her bright-red polished toes. Her left index toe had a bright silver ring on it. Her breasts were larger than Mommy's and I could clearly see their outline under the negligee and the round, fleshy aureoles surrounding her large, thick pointed nipples. Her face was that of a goddess: large, liquid blue eyes that were surrounded by full, black lashes; her nose was a straight but delicate wedge dividing high, sloping cheek-bones. Her chin was a small rounded mound below lips so full, puffy and luscious that any man that didn't want to kiss them had to be interested only in his own kind. Her hair was long, wavy, and red as fire, with bangs tickling her face all the way to her finely arched brows. Looking at her all I wanted to do was kneel with my forehead pressed to the floor, and then beg forgiveness for not being as beautiful a woman as she was. And then my goddess spoke! "Hi there, honey, who are *you*?" she asked me with a smile. Her voice was lower than I thought normal for a woman, but still lilting and mellifluous. "Umm ... I ... uh ... " My reverie finally broke, and I asked: "Is Mandy home?" "Oh! It's you!" My goddess turned and shouted into the house in a surprisingly loud voice from someone so feminine-looking. "Mandy! Your little friend is here!" She turned back to me. "Mandy was right. You are a fox!" She turned away and walked inside. "Come on in, doll," she said over her shoulder. "My Mandy will be down in a minute. I've got some things I need to do." She headed for the stairs just off the entry way and walked up. The door closed behind me absently, and I watched her large, full round bottom sway from side-to-side as she ascended the stairs. I then realized where Mandy had learned her sexy walk. I fantasized about having such a womanly figure and I suddenly realized I'd had sexual thoughts about a woman. Even worse, the woman I'd been thinking of worshipping was the mother of someone I was hoping would be my friend. I felt so weird! I waited for Mandy at the bottom of the stairs. After a couple minutes she came down. She stopped half-way down when she got a look at me. Her mouth opened in surprise. She seemed to like the way I looked, though, because her eyes got real big; she smiled her lovely smile and slowly came the rest of the way down the stairs. She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head to one side while she looked me up and down. I decided that what had worked for Mommy would work for Mandy, too, and so I did a slow twirl, just like I'd done at home. "I thought you said you didn't have anything sexy to wear?" she asked me, a mischievous tone to her voice. "You look so good, babe!" I giggled and thanked her for the compliment. "Do you really think so?" For some reason, I really needed her approval, especially since Rita seemed to have had the opposite reaction. Mommy's approval felt wonderful but finally being liked by kids my own age was something I craved more than I'd known until that moment. "Joey, of course you do! You're gonna make the boys drool!" she said with a laugh. "Come on up to my room. Just leave that here." She pointed at my book bag. I set my book bag on the floor at the bottom of the stairs and followed her up. It was then that I noticed she was wearing faded, hip-hugger blue jeans that really showed off her curves and tight little bottom. Today she was wearing a bra; I could see the outlines of the pink straps under the soft, off-white peasant blouse she wore; it had a frilly hemline that came down to just above the top of her jeans and, as she walked, it would occasionally give flashes of the soft skin on her back and hips. On her feet was a pair of low-heeled cork-soled sandals with bright red plastic roses over the toes. Her thick, dark red hair was loose and flowing behind her. The make-up she wore was understated, just a hint of blue eye-shadow, no blush, and some glossy red lipstick. I wondered why she didn't look like her usual flashy self and asked her when we got to the top of the stairs. "Well, I was gonna to do the usual but you looked so cute yesterday, I thought I'd try out your fresh little girl look. I guess I'm gonna have to go back to dressing like I usually do if I'm gonna keep up with you." We laughed as we walked down the hall. She stopped at a door in the hallway I knew must to lead to her room. The words "Mandy's Place" in a large, bright pink cardboard cut-out script were surrounded by several pictures of animals, flowers, and a few famous hunky actors. She put her hand on the doorknob but didn't open it. "Joey, remember I said I'd introduce you to some friends of mine, other boys like you? After the butterfly invasion in my tummy all I could do was nod. "Well, they're waiting inside. Don't be scared!" Before she could turn the doorknob I said: "Umm ... Mandy?" I stopped to try and swallow the dust from my dry mouth through my suddenly tightened throat. "Yeah, babe?" "Uh ... could you please call me 'Joanne' now?" I asked. "It's my name at home and will be at school, too." I smiled and hoped she would but I needn't have worried. "Oh, wow! You really are a girl, aren't you?" I nodded and kept smiling. "That name is just sooo *you*!" She pulled me to her and we hugged. I could feel our breasts pressing together. I loved the way she held me. Suddenly she pulled away and looked down at my chest. "Are those real?" she asked in a whisper, and pointed at my breasts. When I merely nodded, she gasped and put a hand over her mouth and giggled. "Oh, Joanne, I knew I was right. The boys *are* gonna be all over you!" Before I could think of a response she opened the door and ushered me inside with a quick pat on my bottom. The first thing I noticed was that her room was really big, maybe twice as big as mine and Rita's. It was brightly lit by the morning sun streaming through the large bay window at the far end, and by the somewhat smaller window in the wall on the other side of her wondrously large, queen-sized four-poster canopy bed. Her room was decorated much differently than mine: it was definitely still a girl's room but it was an older girl's room, with softly green-tinted walls and matching carpet, pictures of beautiful landscapes, little girls in pretty dresses and a couple posters with hunky, topless men wearing only a bikini; the furniture was elegantly simple, light brown colors with cornice trims. She had an enormous chest of drawers, a desk and a large vanity. Yet everything was covered or trimmed with bright, white lace, except the canopy over her bed. It was a pastel green. The puffy comforter and pillows covered in lace- trimmed light green, even the bed-skirts, were captivating. That was when I noticed the second thing: on her bed were two casually-dressed boys, their arms entwined around each other, kissing, with lots of obvious passion from the moans and other sounds made by their lips and tongues, their crotches pressing and rubbing against each other's. I thought they looked familiar, maybe part of Mandy's clique at school, but I couldn't be sure. I shyly turned and looked away only to see someone else in the room: seated at Mandy's desk was an even bigger surprise: Bob Evans, the one boy in school that seemed to go out of his way to make my life miserable. I turned and looked at Mandy in horror. I wanted to shout and scream at her for setting me up; I wanted to run all the way home and hide under my bed. But all I could do was to start crying. Mandy took me in her arms again. She tried to comfort me but I was completely broken up. I'd thought she was going to be my friend but I felt so betrayed. I finally pushed her away. "Why is he here?!" I noticed out of the corner of my teary eyes that the two boys on the bed had sat up and were looking at us. "Joanne, honey, he's one of the boys I told you about." I looked at her like she was nuts. "He can't be like me! All he's ever done is tease me! I want to go home!" I started to walk out but Mandy blocked the door and closed it. She looked at me sadly but there was still the hint of a smile on her shiny red lips. "Please don't go, Joey," Bob said behind me. His voice sounded so different when he was trying to be nice: a voice that sounded kind and gentle yet completely masculine and deep. I turned to look at him seated at Mandy's desk. He held a sports magazine in his hand with a picture of some guy's shiny, naked chest on the cover. He put the magazine down on the desktop, stood up, and then held up his hands with the palms facing me when he saw me flinch. "Please don't go," he said again. "I've wanted to meet the real you for so long." In spite of myself, I admired his very cute face: boyish but on the verge of manhood. His crystal blue eyes seemed so full of kindness. His sandy blonde hair was parted in the middle; it was long, down below his ears. He was very strong-looking, and I knew he was fit and in great shape from the times I'd seen him in the showers after P.E. I blushed when I also remembered the size of his penis. I turned back to Mandy and then to Bob. "I don't understand." "I'm sorry, Joanne, I guess should have told you about Bob," Mandy said from beside me. "But he really does like boys, like I know you do." "But ... but why have you always been so mean to me?!" I asked Bob, my voice choking up. "Don't you know how much your teasing hurt me?" "I'm really sorry, Joey -- " he started to say. "Her name is Joanne," Mandy interrupted. She caressed one of my shoulders. "A pretty name, for an even prettier girl." "Joanne?" Bob asked. "I like it!" he said after I nodded. He smiled and for some reason I felt a flutter run through me, from my tummy to my chest. He had a really cute smile. Bob had never before smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back a little. "I'm really, really sorry for hurting you, Joanne," he continued. "But I couldn't let anyone know about me, except Mandy and a few others, like Jamie and Randy." He nodded towards the two boys still sitting on Mandy's huge bed. I remembered where I'd seen them before. They were definitely part of the group of kids Mandy hung out with. I looked at them and saw that one of them had been wearing pink lipstick. I felt better about that, crazy as it seemed. "I'm Randy," the taller of the two said. He was at least a head taller than Jamie, and very thin. He had short black hair that needed combing, dark brown eyes that needed sleep, high cheekbones, a narrow face with a smaller chin, and thin lips with a hint of pink on them. His voice was soft but still boyish. "And I'm Jamie," the other boy said. He was also thin but no so much as Randy. He had long, curly blonde hair to his shoulders, the prettiest, most striking green eyes I'd ever seen, soft, sensual facial features and full, thick lips still coated with some of the pink lipstick he'd obviously worn before he and Randy had been kissing. "It's very nice to finally meet you, Joanne." His voice was soft and lilting with the tiniest hint of a lisp. With the right clothes, I thought Jamie could be a very pretty girl. "I've known about Bob for almost a year now," Mandy said, breaking me away from the spell of Jamie's eyes. Bob laughed and I liked the sound of it. "Yeah," he said. "I still remember when you kept hitting on me at Cathy's Halloween party last year. You got so mad because I didn't get a hard-on for you." Mandy joined Bob's and Randy's laughter, while Jamie giggled girlishly. "I thought I was losing my touch! I finally got so mad I had to ask the 'ultimate question': 'Are you queer or something?'" "When I just looked at you and said: 'yes', you wouldn't believe me." He looked at me and asked: "Would you have believed me, Joanne?" "I guess not," I answered honestly. "I'm not sure I do now." "Trust me, babe," Mandy said. "Bob might look, sound and act like any straight boy, but he's as ... " "As queer as a three-dollar bill," Bob finished for her. He smiled at me. "Then why have you been so mean to me?" I asked. I knew I sounded like a whiny little girl, but nothing they'd told me yet had explained Bob's teasing. "It's simple, Joanne," Jamie said in his girlish voice. "He was trying to hide." I looked quizzically back to Bob. "Hide?" "I'm not brave like you, Joanne," Bob said, looking at the floor. "None of us are *that* brave," Randy interjected. Jamie pulled Randy close and pecked him on the cheek, then rested his head on Randy's shoulder. I started to say something, but Bob held up his hand to stop me. "It's easier for people to accept you as a girl, Joanne," he said. "Ever since you moved here no-one ever doubted for a minute that you're really a girl inside. Or that you like boys, especially after all the times your little cock got hard in the showers after P.E." I felt my cheeks get warm. Bob sighed. "God! You're so cute when you blush!" I looked at him and returned his smile. "But you kept dressing like a boy, and worse, trying to act like one -- you were so terrible at it. Now that you're dressing and looking the way you should, it's easier for people to relate to you. But for me, Randy, Jamie and another boy we know, it's not so easy. We're not girly like you --" "Speak for yourself," Jamie said, very girlishly and with a more pronounced lisp. I was the only one that didn't laugh, but I smiled at Jamie anyway. Bob continued. "Well, most of us aren't girly like you, so people get confused and upset by the fact we like boys as much as regular girls do. Do you understand?" I'd been watching his face and eyes while he'd been talking. I didn't think he was lying. Maybe he really was 'queer'. For some reason, what he'd said did make sense, especially after hearing what Mommy had said in the car. "I think I understand," I replied. "And if they knew about us they'd tease us even worse than they did you," Randy added. "And do worse stuff," Jamie said. "You know what I mean, don't you, Joanne?" I nodded my understanding. I'd been beaten up over the years more than once by mean boys. But I looked at Bob and remembered that he'd never done that to me. "I know," I answered. "But no-one ever picks on you," I said to Bob. "They don't because they don't know I'm queer," he said. "Besides, if anyone tried to he'd kick their ass," Mandy said. I was surprised to hear her talk like that. But I believed her. Bob had as much a reputation for being a 'guy you don't mess with' as Mandy had for being someone to mess with any time they wanted, just in different ways. "Sure, I can handle myself," he said calmly. "A couple guys have tried to pick fights with me, for one reason or another, and they learned the hard way it was a mistake." "Then why would you be afraid?" I asked. I was so confused. This part made no sense to me: that someone like Bob could be afraid of anything. "Because I can't fight everyone, all the time," he said. "Lots more guys would try to pick fights, and a lot more would say things -- " "Like you said to me," I blurted out, not able to help myself. "I said I was sorry, Joanne, and I am. But that's what I mean by not being brave. I know I look like the tough, manly guy I'm supposed to be, but inside, where it counts, I can be hurt just as easily as anyone." He sat back down in the chair by Mandy's desk. "I don't want that, I don't think I could deal with it." He kept looking right at me. I looked at his face and saw how emotional he'd gotten. I didn't think he would cry but his eyes seemed to get a little watery anyway. "I don't want that either," I said. "Well, Joanne, you won't hear any more of that from me, I promise." He raised his hand like he was swearing an oath in a court. I smiled and felt my heart melting for him, despite my initial misgivings. His little oath taking was so cute. "Okay," I said. "Thank you." "And if I hear anyone picking on you again," Bob added, "they'll have to deal with me." He smiled and raised his arms up, making his arm and chest muscles bulge. He was definitely a strong boy; his muscles were huge, clearly evident under the thin fabric of his tight grey t-shirt. I giggled and blushed. Despite the strangeness of the morning's revelations I found myself getting horny watching Bob's display of his manly features. "Well, now that we're all friends," Mandy said, "we'd better get to school." She opened the bedroom door. Randy and Jamie got up from her bed, hand in hand. "Yes, mom," Jamie joked on this way out, sticking out his tongue at her. Mandy gave him a playful swat on his bottom. I briefly wondered if he was taking hormones, too, or if his bottom's soft roundness was natural. Randy followed Jamie out, a hand draped over his narrow hip. Bob came up to me with a smile. "I'm sorry for getting you kicked out of the locker room yesterday," he said. He looked me over. "But if I'd seen that sexy body of yours naked again, I know I'd've gotten harder than a rock." I looked up at him and smiled. Before I knew it, Bob enveloped me in his strong arms and hugged me. I couldn't help myself and swooned as I hugged him back. I could feel his hard muscles rippling as he ran his hands up and down my back. I whimpered when he pulled back. "Friends?" he asked, his hands holding me lightly at the waist. "Friends!" I said. I pressed my hands against his back. I didn't know that that would be all the signal he'd need to pull me to him tightly, lean down and kiss my glossed lips. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was my own needs, but I kissed him back with all the repressed passion that had been building up since my journey into girlhood had begun. When the tip of his tongue tickled my lips I opened my mouth and greedily suckled on his soft, warm tongue and licked it with my own. When we finally broke our kiss we just stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like a long time but couldn't have been more than a minute or so. "Wow!" Bob said. "Who taught you to kiss like that?" he asked. "No one?" I said, realizing I'd said it as a question. "Did I do it right?" "You tell me," he said, looking down between us. His pants leg was stretched out by something long and thick running down inside his thigh. I smiled. "Is that because of me?" I asked. I knew I sounded stupid but Bob laughed and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I couldn't believe how much I liked kissing him. "Anything more like that while I'm dressed and I'm gonna sprain something," he said. I giggled but Bob and Mandy laughed. "Alright, you two," Mandy said. "Break it up." She had to pull us apart; I wanted to stay in Bob's arms. "We'll catch up with you later, Bob." She gently guided him out of the room. "I want to talk to Joanne alone for a minute." "Bye, Joanne," Bob said, backing out of the room. "See you at lunch?" I nodded and smiled. Mandy closed the door behind him. I didn't know if Bob and I had the same lunch period but I sure hoped we did. I hadn't experienced such wonderful feelings kissing him and all I could think of at that moment was feeling like that again. Mandy took me by the hands and smiled. "I think you have a boyfriend now." I must have still been dreaming about Bob and our kiss, because my next words surprised me. "I hope so," I said, my voice drifting away with my breathy sigh. "Count on it, babe!" Suddenly I realized what I'd said. "What's the matter, Joanne?" "I can't have a boyfriend!" I said in alarm. I really did like the idea, and Bob was so very cute; kissing him felt so great. But I thought I was for my Daddy. Rita was right, but I couldn't explain any of that to Mandy. I started to regret getting dressed so sexily and coming to Mandy's house. "Why not?" Mandy asked. "You're a girl. He's a guy. You obviously like him, and he really likes you." She giggled. "It's perfectly natural for the two of you to get together." Her matter-of-fact tone was so convincing. I wanted to believe her. "But what about my --" I stopped myself before I blurted out "my Daddy." But Mandy misinterpreted my hesitancy. "Don't worry about that," she said. "I can show you how to make him happy in other ways. That's what friends are for!" "You mean ..." I felt so silly. I knew what the word was but was too shy to say it. "Oh yeah, blowjobs," she said, quite matter-of-factly, shrugging her shoulders. "All girls can do that. But also here." She slid her middle finger down the middle of my bottom and smiled when I jumped as she pressed her finger to where my bottom-hole lay hidden. "I like it there, too. Actually, I like it anywhere." She squeezed my bottom and laughed. "God, you're so innocent," she said. I must've looked as bewildered as I felt. Boys can put their penises in my bottom hole? "I can see I've got more to teach you than I thought." She grabbed my hand, pulled me to her vanity table and sat me down. I was pretty much on autopilot by then, distracted by imagining how the huge penis I knew Bob had could fit inside my little hole. "First lesson. You did a great job dressing up, babe, but hasn't your mother shown you how to do your face yet?" "Not yet," I answered. "Mommy says I'm too young." "'Mommy' huh? Well, mommies don't know everything, cutie pie." She sorted through the large collection of make-up on her vanity table. I was going to object to her making fun of my use of the word 'mommy', but she put a finger to my glossy lips. "Don't get upset, Joanne," she said. "I'm sure your mother is a really good mom, and that she knows a lot of things. And, judging by your looks, she must be a fox, too." I smiled at that; I'd thought Mommy was the prettiest woman ever, at least until I'd seen Mandy's mom. "But she doesn't know much about girls our age if she thinks you're too young to wear make-up. You should have started a couple years ago." She pulled a tissue from the box on her vanity, turned me to face her, and wiped off the bit of gloss left on my lips from kissing Bob. She applied shadow to my eyelids, layer after layer of mascara, blusher to my cheeks, and then applied a liberal coating of the deepest, darkest blood-red lipstick I'd ever seen; it was almost purple. "This is the best we can do with the time we have. What do you think?" she asked, turning me back to face the vanity mirror. I looked at my reflection, speechless. She'd transformed me. My face had gone from plain little girl to hot, sexy vixen on the prowl in a short five minutes with just a little effort on Mandy's part. I wondered how I'd look if she'd had more time. My eyes looked so much larger now that they were framed by my long, beautiful lashes. I could feel them flutter as I blinked. My lids glimmered a light, silvery blue, subtle yet sultry. My cheeks were dusted a light rose that accentuated my totally girly soft, brown eyes. But it was my lips that struck me the most; they looked plump, pouty and inviting, and so very sexy. I thought about what such a color meant; it was even darker than Mandy's from the day before. It completed my new look; I really did look like one of the 'sluts' then. And the idea thrilled me beyond my understanding. A glimpse of Bob kissing me fleeted through my mind's eye and I found myself wishing he was there to do exactly that. I stared at my reflection. The only word that emerged from my lips was "Wow!" and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss the lips that so sexily rounded around that little word, and I don't even kiss girls. Mandy leaned her face next to mine over my shoulder and smiled. "Put some lip gloss on now, sexy girl." She handed me a tube of liquid gloss from her vanity. Almost in a trance I squeezed some onto my finger and smoothed it over my delicious lips. They tingled a little but not nearly as much as my tucked away clitty did, or my nipples. While I looked at Mandy's reflection I licked the excess gloss from my fingertip, teasingly slipping it deep into my mouth and letting my lips surround it as I slowly pulled it out. It tasted of strawberries. "I just knew you'd be so hot!" she said. "Come on, now, we don't want to be late! It's only our second day." We stood up laughing. We grabbed our purses, making sure to stuff mine with the make-up Mandy had used on me, and headed to school. And Bob, I hoped! *** *** *** To say my new, sexier look caused a stir at school would be like saying a hurricane was just a little windy. Mandy and I made it to our respective homerooms before the final bell. We rushed through the nearly empty hallways, gave each other a quick air-kiss to our cheeks, promised to meet up for lunch, and separated. Because I looked so different than the day before, I doubted anyone recognized me as I girlishly ran to my homeroom on my tip toes, my shoes making a loud clack-clack on the way. Running isn't easy in two-inch heels; I tripped once, but luckily didn't fall. Thankfully, being a former track athlete paid off: I didn't perspire a bit and it took only a few seconds for me to catch my breath. The really interesting part of my second day as a junior high school girl started after I'd breezed into my homeroom and my classmates saw me. My new look must've taken everyone by surprise because even though they all knew who I was, all their eyes were opened wide and so were a couple of boys' mouths. But there wasn't a giggle, a comment or any remark at all, either to me or amongst themselves. I actually enjoyed the shocked look on all their faces. It felt really good to be able to shut them up for a change. I demurely sat in my seat with my shoulders back and my head held high, a huge smile on my sexy new face. I took out my English text book, my notebook and a pencil and waited for Mrs. Hall to finish writing on the chalkboard and turn around. When she was done, Mrs. Hall saw me sitting proudly and happily at my desk and froze. "Oh my!" was all she said. I didn't blame the kids sitting behind me for giggling at that. The situation was a little funny, even to me in my nerve-wracked state. I was feeling so good about things at that moment that I smiled and gave her a cheery, girly "Good morning, Mrs. Hall!" "Good morning, Joanne," she replied. I suppose that greeting broke the ice, so-to-speak, because she set down her teacher's book and chalk, dusted her fingers together, and walked around her desk to stand in front of it. As she was doing that I heard a girl behind me whisper to someone: "Joanne?" "Good morning, children," Mrs. Hall said. We all politely returned her greeting. She looked at me before continuing. "Just so there are no further misunderstandings, I would like you all to know that Joanne here," she paused, indicating me, "is now officially a girl and, as far as this school is concerned, that is how she will be treated." That statement got some tongues wagging. "Yes, Jessica," she said to the girl sitting next to me, with a hint of exasperation. As sweet as she was, Jessica could also be so oblivious. "Mrs. Hall, I don't understand," Jessica said. She then looked at me, her face full of questions I doubted she'd have the courage ask me herself. But she did want to know something. "Last year he was a boy - -" "Sort of," some boy muttered behind me. Mrs. Hall gave him a stern look. "And now," Jessica went on, "he's supposed to be a girl?" The tone of her voice wasn't hostile or petty; she seemed genuinely confused. I looked at her and smiled, remembering Mommy's words, but she didn't smile back. "Is this some kind of trick?" "Joanne, honey," Mrs. Hall said, "perhaps it would be better if you explained? I imagine there will be a lot of confusion for the next few days." "I know I'm confused," the same boy said behind me, loud enough to be heard. I finally recognized his voice. His name was Mark Rose, one of the jock-boys; he wasn't very smart but he'd hardly ever picked on me when I was a boy. He was also really cute, not tall but really muscular, with short, close-cropped red hair, lots of light freckles over his nose and cheeks, soft clear blue eyes, and the most precious dimples when he smiled. "Now, Mark, you know better than that," admonished Mrs. Hall. I could tell she wasn't upset with him but he apologized to her anyway. "Do you think you can help the class understand, sweetie?" she asked me. I nodded my head. "Stand up and face the class, dear, so everyone can hear you." I did as she'd asked. Getting reminded by Jessica that I used to be a boy didn't help my confidence any, but after what I'd experienced with Bob, meeting Jamie and Randy, and Mandy making me look so sexy, I still felt pretty good. I reminded myself of Mommy's words in the car: "just be yourself." I did think it was better, though, if I gave the same explanation that Mommy had given in Mrs. Barkley's office. After all, it was mostly true. "It's really simple," I started to say. "I've always felt that I was really a girl inside." I tapped my chest with one hand and my head with the other. "You all know I've never acted or sounded like a boy, even though I used to dress like one." "You sure don't look like one now!" This was from one of the geeky boys, named Carl Andrews. I thought if he'd lose some weight, wash his hair more often, and do something about his acne, he might be cute. "That's the truth!" exclaimed one of the 'in' kids, Laura Jensen. She was very pretty, and a cheerleader, but she could sometimes be a little bitchy, it seemed. "I think she looks hot!" said another of the jock-boys, Paul Thompson. He was a lineman or something on the football team, so he was kind of large, but I also knew from other classes I'd had with him that he was as smart as a whip. "What? You a fag or something?" said a boy whose name I couldn't remember, but I do know he was one of the boys that had been the meanest to me. "I ain't no fag, jerkoff! Mrs. Hall said she's a girl!" Paul said in response. It seemed that Paul was another of the 'nice' people Mommy had told me about, almost coming to my defense, as well as his own. "I bet she was a girl all along, anyway." "That's enough you two!" Mrs. Hall said. "Any more language like that in my classroom and you'll be learning manners from Mr. Lang in detention!" She gently touched me on the shoulder. "Please continue, Joanne." I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Well, after my fourteenth birthday last April, I told my family about me. I think they'd always known that the real me was a girl, but they were just waiting for me to figure it out, too. Since then, I've been learning all about how to be a girl, and all summer long I lived and dressed as who I am: a girl named Joanne." I turned and smiled at Mrs. Hall. "My family and the school have been really supportive." I turned back to look at the kids' faces. Some were smiling back at me, some were looking away, and a few were frowning or looked upset. One of the shy, quiet boys in the back corner near the 'slut' girls actually looked like he might cry. "I just hope you can find it in your hearts to let me be myself, to accept me for who I really am. I hope we can be friends." I sat back down in my chair, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles from the bottom of my tight Capri pants. "That was lovely, Joanne. Thank you," Mrs. Hall said. "It was also very courageous, dear." I smiled and thanked her for the compliment. I was again getting told I was brave, but I sure didn't feel like it! "I hope you children will be as brave when you're faced with as tough a challenge in your own lives." She'd been leaning with her bottom against the edge of her desk, but now stood up and smoothed her skirt down. "Alright then, let's get started. Open your English textbooks to page twelve. Today's topic is ..." *** *** *** Thankfully, not all of my classes were like that. My Math teacher, Mr. Cancler, could hardly get through his lecture. He kept losing his place every time he looked at me. A couple times after he caught himself staring at my chest, he quickly sat down behind his desk for several minutes. When the bell rang to end the class, we started filing out and I looked over my shoulder to see him sitting at his desk again, a very noticeable tent in the front of his pants. I had a silly grin on my face all the way to Home Ec. In the back of my mind I started to realize that girls had an influence over men and boys. What I didn't realize was that the effect fed back on me, and I was starting to act and walk more and more provocatively as the day went on. By lunch time the word had spread: I was now a girl! Mandy and I sat with her friends that had the same lunch period. Evidently she'd talked to them and they were the most accepting of any of the kids at school; they welcomed me into their little clique with open arms. And, by the way I was dressed, I sure looked the part! That day, Mandy was the one that looked a little out of place, since she wasn't dressed as sexy as usual. It was natural to start hanging out with the 'slut' girls, though I stopped thinking of them that way and thought of them simply as my friends. I was disappointed that Bob didn't have the same lunch period as me, and since I was taking girl's P.E., that's the only time we saw each other, him with the boys, me with the girls; except in the halls between classes. Only Mandy knew that Bob was 'queer' and I wasn't going to tell anyone, so perhaps that was for the best. Otherwise, we might be too tempted to make out again, even in public. However, the other girls did seem to know that there were some queer boys in our school, and they wondered if I would start dating any of them soon. One girl joked that I was so hot looking that I might even attract some straight boys. I blushed furiously at that seemingly silly notion. And, of course P.E. was another interesting part of my day. Ms. Bell met me outside the door to the women teacher's locker room. After she made sure I had the purple shorts with gold stripes down the sides, and the white t-shirt with the school logo on the front -- the girl's P.E. uniform -- she escorted me to the locker area. There were only four lockers but she was already dressed for class, so she waited in her office for me to change. I was grateful for the privacy, especially when I had to change from my tight, pink Lycra panties into the somewhat looser gym panties. My calf muscles felt a little tight at first, walking in the flat-heeled gym shoes, after having been in heels all day, but it felt nice not having to worry about tripping over some crack in the floor or ground. One problem was that Mommy had forgot to get me a sports bra, so when Ms. Bell saw my little boobies wriggling around under the close-fitting gym top, and you couldn't mistake them for anything else after my nipples stiffened in the cool air of the locker room, she gasped and then smiled at me. She couldn't find a bra for me to borrow in the lost and found but I didn't see the need anyway, not then. She asked me to bring one the next day. Once we got involved in class activities, especially any jumping, I saw why I needed one, though! All during class my breasts jiggled and my nipples rubbed against the inside of the cotton gym top. By the time class was over, my nipples were red and swollen, and even more obvious than just being cold. One side benefit of that was, at least in the minds of the other girls in class, there was no more doubt in the girl's minds that I was one of them. Hard, pointy nipples over definite breast mounds, even small ones like mine, and not even a hint of any male bulges in my crotch, was enough to convince them. Some of the girls asked Ms. Bell why I didn't shower with the rest of them, if I was a girl, but she told them I was still too shy about it, but that I would be taking showers with the girls soon enough. I had no idea how that could happen; my clitty may be really small, and my testes didn't drop down out of my body anymore, but I obviously didn't have a vagina, no matter how badly I wished I did. I was thankful for Ms. Bell's lie anyway. *** *** *** Home Ec that day was a pleasant surprise as well. Mrs. Hall decided that we'd skip the day's lesson on nutrition and have a discussion on fashion, with me as the model! I was very nervous at first, being the object of so much attention. Mrs. Hall had me stand in front of the class and describe my outfit for everyone, and why I'd chosen a combination so "daring", as she called it. I did my best, telling the girls that I'd wanted to wear something flattering that would get me noticed -- by boys, of course -- and that would be cool and comfortable for the still warm weather of early September. Melody Jones, one of the 'rich' girls, said: "If you want to be cool you should wear a dress." She was wearing a pretty, knee-length strapless cotton sun-dress, with a stretchy elastic bodice that really showed off her moderately-sized breasts. Everyone agreed, and said wearing a dress, or a skirt and light top, was much better on hot days than pants. Melody also slyly remarked that boys liked girls in dresses more, too, and we all giggled at that. I was too embarrassed to tell them that my family couldn't afford to get me dresses yet, since we'd already spent so much on my new girl's school and play clothes. Mommy had her plan to take my transition slowly, and had promised that by Christmas-time we would be shopping for the most totally girly skirts, tops and dresses we could find, but it seemed like some of the girls wanted me to jump head- first right into girlhood. After we finished talking about my outfit, some of the girls stood up and we went over their outfits, too. I liked learning about dresses, and skirt and top combinations, what worked for a girl and why, what didn't. One of the girls even asked me for my opinion; and I told her that her dress was beautiful, that I loved how the princess-style really flattered her curvy figure, and how the color of the dress really set off her pretty eyes. We shared a smile. By the end of class I was chattering away like any of them about clothes, hair, and make-up. I felt a warm glow by then, as though I was finally being accepted, at least by the girls. Not all the girls were completely friendly, but I figured some people just had to get to know me better, like Mommy had said. It had taken me almost all summer before I could admit to myself that I liked being a girl, and that I'd never been a boy, not really. Now that I'd stopped pretending to be a boy, that I seemed completely a girl, I was able to fit into their accepted models of the way boys and girls are supposed to be, and so it was easier for them to accept me, as me. *** *** *** By the end of school that second day I felt pretty good. There were still a few boys that would call me names as I went from class to class but not nearly as many as before. And even those boys kept their mouths shut if I was with Mandy or one of the other girls in our little group. I found out later that Mandy had put the word out: any boy that teased me or tried to hurt me, or didn't treat me just like any other girl, was going to find himself cut off from their attentions for the rest of the school year; all the girls in our group made sure they obeyed that rule. So the teasing almost stopped, which was a good thing. Mandy and I met up with Jamie and Randy after school. Bob was going to meet us at her house; he had to get out of football practice for the day first. I told Mandy that I couldn't stay long, that I had to be home before Daddy got home from work. I couldn't tell her the real reason why, so I said that I had to help Mommy get dinner ready. That wasn't really a lie, because I usually helped anyway as part of my "girl training." "S'okay, babe," Mandy said. "Bob can walk you home." She giggled at the delighted expression on my face. On the sidewalk in front of us, Jamie and Randy were talking animatedly, laughing and giving each other quick little touches on each other's arms, hands and sometimes bottoms. They didn't hold hands out of fear of being caught out, but they may as well have been. Anyone with half a brain and one eye could see how they felt about each other. "Are they in love?" I asked Mandy in a whisper, a hand cupped over her ear. "Oh yeah!" she whispered back the same way. "I'm so happy for them!" Mandy seemed genuinely excited and happy with their affections. Some of my own fears started to seep away as I saw again that not all straight people hated people like me, or Jamie and Randy. Or Bob. The walk to Mandy's house took only fifteen minutes, and Bob was waiting for us when we got there. I don't know how he got there ahead of us since we were all too young to drive. He nearly jumped off the front steps and walked right up to me. "Hi Joanne!" he said. "Hi Bob!" I replied cheerfully. I was definitely glad to see him. "Hi Mandy!" he said to her. "Hi guys!" This last was directed to Jamie and Randy. They were already standing at the front door, finally holding hands. I thought they made such a cute couple. "Hi Bob!" Randy said. "Bye Bob," Jamie said with a girlish laugh, pulling Randy through the door he'd opened. "Bye Joanne." "Bye!" I said with a finger wave and a giggle. I was pretty sure I knew where they were headed: to Mandy's room and her bed for more kissing. I only learned later what other fun things boys can do together. "How was your day, Joanne?" Bob asked. "I wish I could have seen you more. You looked so cute in your P.E. uniform." I blushed at his complement. I knew he was talking about my little boobies jiggling around. Or maybe my bottom. I wondered if he'd messed up in his P.E. class while scoping me out across the gym floor. "Me, too," I answered. Several times during the day I'd found myself daydreaming about me and Bob kissing again, like we did that morning. I'd noticed him in P.E., too, with his tight little shorts and muscular chest, leading the boys in calisthenics. "For a school day, it wasn't bad," I said, smiling. "That's great!" he said, his handsome face lit by a big smile. "Nobody hassled you?" "Nothing worth worrying about," I answered. "Mostly they were still a little shocked that I'm a girl now; though a few people seemed to really like my outfit." I gestured to myself and remembered Paul Thompson's comment in homeroom that I was "hot". "I can't blame them," Bob said. "You look terrific!" "Thank you!" It felt really good that he liked the way I looked. I was a little confused over how he could like me as a girl, if he really liked boys. I hoped one day to find out. "What did I tell ya, Joanne?" Mandy asked. "You're one of the 'hotties' now. Like Mom says: 'if ya got it, flaunt it!'" Bob and Mandy laughed but I could only manage a nervous giggle. "And you sure got 'it', Joanne!" Bob said. He had an odd look on his face, the same one I'd seen that morning before we kissed, on Mr. Cancler's face in Math class, and on a couple boys' faces I'd passed in the hallways at school. "What do you mean, Bob?" I asked innocently. I may have figured out what 'sexy' was; after all, I had Mandy and our clique at school as examples to go by. But, at that moment, I was still too new to the power that girls could have over horny boys. "He means you're a sexy girl, silly!" Mandy said. She leaned over, cupped a hand over my ear between her mouth and Bob, and whispered: "And you're turning him on like crazy. Look!" She tilted her head a bit towards Bob and flicked her eyes down and towards him. I looked to Bob. He was smiling, and there was a bit of perspiration on his upper lip catching the rays of the late afternoon sun sinking behind us. I glanced down shyly at his crotch and, sure enough, the thick snake in his trousers was bulging down his thigh again. I looked back up at Bob's face. He was smiling even more. He opened his mouth and licked his lips still looking into my eyes. I was a little flustered and a lot nervous. If Mandy was right then Bob wanted me. But I had no idea what to do. "I don't know what to do with a boy," I whispered back to her. "Just go with the flow, babe. Do what feels good. It'll come to you." She winked at me. "Hey, you two," Bob said. "No more secret girly talk!" He wagged a finger at us, like he was scolding us, but laughed to show he was kidding. Mandy and I laughed along with him. I think he knew we were whispering about him. Mandy grabbed Bob by the wrist and turned it to look at the watch strapped around it. "Hey Bob? Would you do us a favor and walk Joanne home? She has to help her mom fix dinner before her dad gets home." "Sure! Love to!" Bob said enthusiastically. He took my book bag from over my shoulder, slung it over his own next to his, and held out his hand. It put my small, delicate hand in his large, meaty paw. He squeezed it gently once to reassure me. "See you tomorrow, Mandy," he said with a wave of his free hand. Mandy leaned in close, pecked me on the cheek and smiled. "Have a nice walk, babe," she said to me. "See you tomorrow morning?" I nodded and smiled. I was too nervous to speak. "See ya, Bob!" she said. *** *** *** We'd walked almost a block towards my house before we started talking. "Bob, how did you get to Mandy's ahead of us?" "Oh, Coach Johnson gave me a ride," he replied. "He's actually a nice guy, once you get to know him -- and as long as you don't cross him." His tone of voice told me he didn't want to talk about the coach so I didn't pursue it. "If you say so." I remembered Mr. Johnson's reaction to me in the boy's locker room. We crossed the next street. "I'm glad to be with you, Joanne," Bob said. "I'm glad to be with you, too." It was true. I felt so safe and comfortable walking down the sidewalk with a boy who turned out to be way nicer than I imagined. I loved the way his hand felt wrapped around mine. And I felt really sexy as I practiced my walk with him. I knew my bottom cheeks were flexing inside my tight Capri pants, that my hips swayed from side to side, my free hand swinging in rhythm with our walk, the wrist bent up daintily and my hand in a loose little fist. A couple times