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Family Girl Copyright (c) 2011 by Cody Although many elements of this story are fiction, much of it is based on my real-life experiences coming of age in the mid- to late-70's. Disclaimer: this story contains subjects that are not suitable for all audiences, such as underage sex, homosexuality and references to incest. If such things are illegal in your area, stop reading now. If such things offend you, I can't help but to wonder: what were you were thinking when you accessed this story? :-) Author's warning: As mentioned, this story contains occasional depictions of underage and homosexual sex and inferences to incest. In no way do I condone the actions of some of this story's characters happening 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 please keep reading. *** *** *** Part 7 The next day at school I was called to the principal's office just before my P.E. class. I thought it was because of the changes between how I'd appeared on Monday and how I looked that day, Friday. Or maybe it was because at lunch Mandy convinced me to skip my 5th period Biology class to meet her, Jamie, Randy and Greg behind the high-school next door to smoke a joint. I got so horny I had to give Randy a blow-job while the others chatted; I told Jamie my ass was his after school so he wouldn't be jealous. I was still feeling so incredibly horny and happy heading to the office. I strutted proudly down the hall in my three-inch platform heels, my ass swaying in a tight, mid-thigh-length black denim skirt over red bikini panties. I wore a black, clingy t-shirt that showed off my flat tummy and little breasts enhanced by a red push-up bra. My make-up was perfect -- for a slut: plenty of eye-liner, mascara, shadow, blush and the brightest red lipstick Mandy had, covered with a glowing gloss that sparkled as much as the long pearl-drop earrings that dangled from my ears. Both of my wrists were decorated with various bangles, my hair was pulled up by a red and black elastic buttercup tie into a high pony- tail at the crown of my head. When the girls in our group saw me they could immediately tell that something had changed in me, and so I happily told them about my afternoon of sucking and fucking -- though not with who, of course. I think they finally welcomed me as one of them, and we talked about nothing but sex during lunch. I loved the feeling of officially being one of the 'bad girls'. I felt sexy and desired and I'd seen the way the boys looked at me so I knew it was true. Life was good. Finally! When I walked into the office Ms. Williams was standing behind the counter, talking to one of the secretaries. She saw me and smiled. "Good morning, honey," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "Mrs. Barkley is waiting for you in her office." I may have been a 'bad' girl now, but I knew better than to tick off adults so I answered with a deferential "Thank you, Ms. Williams" and headed to Mrs. Barkley's office. I lightly tapped on the office door. "Come in," her voice said from inside. I walked in to see her sitting behind her desk -- and Mommy sitting in a chair in front of it. They both stood when they saw me. My good feelings were weighed down by the fear of impending doom that nearly overwhelmed me. If I hadn't still been a little stoned I think I would have started crying. "Joanne! Please, come in and have a seat," said Mrs. Barkley. I only had eyes for Mommy and did as I was instructed. When I had entered she'd gasped, and her hand flew to cover a mouth that had opened in surprise when she saw me. Her eyes were large and round, like she'd seen a ghost. Her face's usually healthy flush paled to a bloodless pallor; I was afraid she was going to faint. I wasn't sure I hadn't also paled when I saw her, and only the weed kept me from collapsing in a heap at her feet. My heart was beating so hard I could actually feel it thumping in my chest. Her hand left her mouth and joined the other in her lap when she fell into her seat. She looked me up and down, shaking her head. "Oh, dear God!" Mommy whispered. "Who are you?! *What* are you?!" She looked like she was going to cry. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, reminded myself of the purpose of my life -- a purpose that Mommy knew just as well as I did -- opened my eyes, smiled at her and Mrs. Barkley, and then sat down in the chair next to Mommy. "Hi, Mommy!" I said cheerily, as if nothing was wrong with the world. "What's happening?" Mommy just looked at me, not saying a word. She looked down at her hands and I could see a tear fall down her cheek. I felt bad. I know I was hurting Mommy, and I hated myself for doing it. Her little girl was dead, long gone, as gone as the testes that had disappeared from my body. She'd been replaced by the slut that sat before her, the slut I'd created in honor of my step-father's lust. But as bad as I felt for Mommy, I selfishly felt worse for myself, because I was afraid that my new life, the life I'd only just started to explore, the life I'd fallen in love with, was now going to end. Mrs. Barkley reached a hand across her desk and handed Mommy a tissue she'd taken from the box there. Mommy dabbed at her eyes, still looking down at her lap. "Mrs. Conklin, the reason I asked you to come in this afternoon is because we've all become very concerned about Joanne." She looked at me and frowned. "I don't think I need to go into any details about a big reason *why* we're concerned." Mommy finally looked up at me. Her mascara was running, and tears were still in her eyes, but she had a strange expression on her face; she no longer looked shocked or upset. Her face was a blank mask, like she felt nothing at all, except for her look of concentration. She kept staring into my eyes the whole time. She looked like her mind was furiously thinking about something. After a moment, a smirk formed on her face and she sighed and chuckled softly. I smiled at her nervously and she returned the smile. I'd never seen Mommy like this before and it scared me. Finally Mommy spoke. She turned to Mrs. Barkley and said: "I don't understand. What's wrong with my daughter?" Mrs. Barkley sat up straighter in her seat, and looked at me and then back to Mommy. "Mrs. Conklin, surely you can see for yourself?" she asked, gesturing at me. Mommy looked to me and smiled, though the smile seemed to be a little forced. "I don't see how the way my daughter looks should cause any concern for you or this school." She held out her hand to me and I took it. She squeezed my hand; I could feel her trembling and I got more worried. "Joanne has become a beautiful young lady, and I am very proud of her." She looked back to me and smiled again. "Mrs. Conklin, please!" Mrs. Barkley scoffed. She looked like she was getting a little upset. "I'm not an idiot. I saw the way you reacted when you saw Joanne. You appeared as shocked as we all have been over the course of this week! Her outfits have been absolutely shameful!" "Shameful? How can the way she dresses possibly be shameful? I'll admit, her outfits are a bit provocative, but that seems to be the style for girls her age these days. I'm not going to hold my darling girl to the uptight standards of prior generations." Mommy seemed to be so serious. I was totally bewildered and wished I had a joint to smoke. "How do you explain your reaction? You seemed very surprised." "Surprised? Of course I was surprised! I was taken aback by how beautiful my girl has become! She leaves early for school these days, so I don't see her in the mornings, and she changes into something far more casual when she gets home." I had no idea Mommy was such a good liar. I looked at her with amazement, and growing respect. And love. "So, her style of dress is acceptable to you?" Mrs. Barkley seemed not to believe Mommy. I could understand that; I didn't either. "Yes, of course! As long as she's happy, I'm happy!" Mommy looked to me and smiled again. "And she is so very beautiful, how could she not be happy." Mrs. Barkley looked at Mommy for several seconds, looking confused, then at me, and sighed. "You are correct: there are many girls that dress as ... daring as Joanne does, or worse, and we can't as yet forbid it." She made some notes on a pad beside her. "Nor should you," Mommy said. "I imagine a few civil rights issues could arise if you tried to do something so ... draconian." Was Mommy threatening Mrs. Barkley? Mrs. Barkley stopped writing and glared at Mommy. I could tell she didn't like what Mommy had said, not at all. "Regardless, Mrs. Conklin, I've been getting reports from every one of Joanne's teachers stating that she hasn't competed all of her homework, that she's been distracted in class, she's been brazenly flirting with boys in the halls, and that she's been late for some of her classes. And today she didn't attend her 5th period Biology class." She sat back in her chair and looked at Mommy. "How can you possibly find that acceptable behavior?" Mommy looked at me and frowned, though there was a twinkle in her eye. "Well, on that point we agree: if she's really been doing those things, then I don't find it acceptable at all." Mommy looked at me and frowned but it didn't seem real. "I agree that if her schoolwork is suffering, or her behavior has been disruptive, then that is something that requires correction. I'll have a talk about that with her at home tonight." Mommy stood up, so I did, too. "Now, is that all?" she asked Mrs. Barkley. Mrs. Barkley stood up as well. "Not quite," she said. "Because Joanne was absent without permission from her 5th period class, and neither of you seem willing to offer a plausible explanation, I'm afraid Joanne is suspended from school for the rest of the day and Monday as well." "Isn't that a little harsh?" Mommy asked. Now Mommy seemed to be getting angry. "Not at all," Mrs. Barkley replied, her voice sounding nice but with something in it that made me scared. "All things considered, it was within my discretion to impose such suspension for her behavior." "Very well, Mrs. Barkley. If that's you're decision." I knew that tone of voice from Mommy. Mommy wanted to show how upset she was, but she was holding it in. "It is. I'm sorry this had to happen, Mrs. Conklin." She held out her hand. "Thank you for your time. We'll see Joanne on Tuesday." "Of course," Mommy said. She shook hands in a single motion with Mrs. Barkley. Mommy held out her hand to me. "Come along, Joanne, it's time for us to go home." "Yes, Mommy," I said meekly. *** *** *** Mommy and I didn't speak while we walked out to the car. Our heels click-clacked through the halls like a disjointed metronome; my steps a little staccato while Mommy's seemed like a sharp drum beat dictating the pace of what I felt sure to be my doom. When we got to the car she sat, buckled herself, started the car and shifted gears to drive out of the lot. I sat in the seat next to her, scared and trembling, and horribly disappointed. I'd come so far and I felt sure it was about to end in painful, disgraceful humiliation. Worst of all was the shame I felt at realizing I wouldn't get to be fucked by Jamie like I'd promised him, and the shame wasn't because of what Mommy might think about it but because I'd be breaking my promise to him. "I'm sorry, Mommy," I said after a couple of blocks. My high from the weed was completely gone and I wanted to cry or to scream. "I'm so, so sorry." And then, I really did start to cry, holding my hands over my face as the tears ruined my mascara and the sobs wracked my body. I cried because Mommy wouldn't even acknowledge my pain, because I felt so bad that I'd disappointed her, and because it seemed that my life was completely ruined no matter what happened. Mommy was silent while I sobbed my heart out. I didn't know what I wanted from her but whatever it was she didn't seem interested in giving it. When I'd finally stopped crying I looked up to her, still sniffling and wiping the tears from my face. I took some tissues from my purse, wiped my eyes and blew my nose. I looked at Mommy. Her lips were pressed thin, her jaw muscles were clenching, and she was staring straight ahead at the road. I just didn't understand why she was so upset. Wasn't I supposed to be this way? Wasn't I supposed to look like a slut? Isn't that what Daddy wanted from me? But Mommy was definitely upset, and all the way home she let me suffer in silence. After we'd pulled into the driveway, and Mommy had stopped the car and unbuckled her seat belt, she turned in her seat to look at me. "Joanne, I'm very disappointed with you." I turned in my seat to face her. "You look like a slut. And, from what Mrs. Barkley said, I'm sure you've been acting like one. With the way you look I don't want to even imagine what you've been doing with your afternoons. Don't lie to me!" she said forcefully when I started to say something. "Don't even try!" She paused and looked out the front window. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly. "Mommy, I --" She held up her hand, palm facing me, and looked way. "I don't want to hear it!" She got out of the car. "Come on, get in the house and get cleaned up. You look a mess." She walked briskly up the path, unlocked the front door and went inside. I did as she said. When I'd changed into a pair of pull-up blue jeans and a floral print blouse I went out to the living room. Mommy was sitting in the living room on the couch, a tumbler in her hand with a dark brown liquid in it. She swallowed some and grimaced, like it tasted bad or something. I quietly sat down in the middle of the couch with my legs pulled up, wrapped my arms around them at the knees, and waited. After a few minutes she said: "Joanne, I don't know what's going on with you. At home you've been such a good girl" she said. "I just don't understand. Where did you even get an outfit like that? It's from Mandy, isn't it? She's the one! She got you to dress like that, didn't she?" "No, Mommy," I said, putting my legs down and turning sideways to look at her. The tumbler was empty. There didn't seem to be any more point to hiding what was so obvious, so I decided to be honest. "Yes, those were Mandy's clothes, but I asked her to help me look like that. I *like* looking like that!" I smiled at her. "I bet Daddy would like me like that, too." I knew I sounded like a brat, but I was too confused to care. She just stared at me silently for minute. Her face softened and tears welled up in her eyes. "Oh, Joanne!" She started sobbing so I climbed over to her, wrapped my arms around her, and lay my head on her tummy while she cried. But for some reason I didn't understand, I didn't cry. I felt like I should, but I didn't. She held me to her, and eventually she stopped crying. I heard her take some tissues from the box on the end table and sat up and watched her dab her eyes and blow her nose. She tossed the wet tissues on the end table, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm such a bad mother to have let this happen. I'm so sorry." "No you're not!" It was my turn to be mad. "You're a great mommy!" She looked at me and smiled sadly. "I think you might be a little too grown up now to keep calling me 'mommy', sweetie." She patted me on the cheek. "You're such a beautiful child, and I've failed you. I'm so sorry." "Mommy, I'm sorry that you had to find out about me like this." I took her hands in mine. "But I really do like the way I look -- dressed like that." I plucked at one of the blouse buttons. "This stuff is okay, but it makes me feel like a little girl." I squeezed her hands. "I know I'm only fourteen, Mommy, but I'm not a little girl anymore." That sure was the truth! But I wasn't going to tell her about my sex life. "I can tell, my darling," she said. She looked like she wanted to cry again. I wondered what was going to happen now. "Mommy, am I going to be punished?" "No, baby, what the school did was bad enough. And I'm sorry for yelling at you," she said. "I was just so very surprised. Wearing a little make-up was one thing. But this hickey," she said, touching it through the blouse, "and with the way you looked at school, this all has been very shocking to me." "I'm sorry, Mommy. I didn't mean to hurt you." "Oh, honey! You didn't hurt me! Mommy did that to herself. This whole thing is all my fault, she said quietly. "I'm the one who should be punished," she added in a voice I barely heard. She did shed a few tears after that and so I went back to laying my head on her tummy. We stayed like that for a while. "Did you mean what you said to Mrs. Barkley? That it's okay for me to dress that way, or were you just pretending?" I asked her. I just had to be the new me! I couldn't stand the idea of going back to being a nobody, teased or ignored, with no friends, and especially with no sex. "I don't ever want to get called by the school again, Joanne," she said. "It's a good thing they didn't call your father." I sat up and looked at her expectantly. "You promise me now that neither your father nor I *ever* see you dressed like that again?" "I promise! I promise!" I said immediately. "Then ... ?" "Yes, Joanne, you may dress however you like at school, or with your friends, but never here or where you daddy might see you. You may be a big girl now, but ... not that big. Not yet." "Oh, Mommy!" I jumped into her arms and hugged her tight, and kissed her cheek. "Thank you! Thank you!" She held me tight, squeezing me so hard I had trouble breathing. When she let go, I said: "I love you, Mommy!" "I love you, too, Joanne," she said. My good feelings faded a little with the look she gave me then. She looked so sad, even though she was smiling. There was something missing from her eyes that I couldn't place. *** *** *** I had to stay home that afternoon and help Mommy with the housework: cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, and all that stuff. I was sorting the clothes for the washing, and came across a pair of Darryl's pajama bottoms. They had a crusty yellowish stain on the front and, after a quick sniff, I knew just what the stain was. My little brother was already having cums! He was only going to be thirteen in December. I giggled to myself and wondered what he thought about while he played with himself. After a while, Darryl and Rita got back from school. As usual, Darryl didn't say a word to me, but Rita and I chatted while she helped me finish folding a load of laundry. I didn't tell her that I'd gotten kicked out of school, because then she would want to know why, and telling her didn't seem like a good idea after the promise I'd made to Mommy. I took a pile of Darryl's clothes to his room. I knocked on the door and he said "Come in." He was lying in his bed, facing away from me. "Here's some of your clean clothes, Darryl," I said. "Where should I put them?" He turned over to look at me. I could see that he'd been crying. "Just put them on the chair," he said. I set the pile down on the chair at the foot of his bed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Why are you crying?" "Like you don't know!" He turned back over and started crying again. My brother may try to act like a tough guy but I knew he had a sensitive side. He didn't show it as much anymore but I knew it was there. "You're what's wrong!" he choked out between sobs. I thought I knew what the matter was now. I felt bad for him. I sat down behind him, put a hand on his arm, and asked: "What happened?" He turned over, sat up and looked at me. He used the backs of his hands to wipe the tears from his cheeks and sniffled. "I've seen you in the halls, Joanne. So has everyone in my class. Everyone in school! They talk about you: about what a slut you are, how you suck dick and... and do other things. Do you?" "That's none of their business," I said. "They may treat you like a girl now, but a lot of people still remember who you used to be. I don't know why none of the older boys tease you anymore. Now I'm the one they pick on, even some of the guys I thought were my friends. And they say I'm going to turn out just like you! I'm tired of being called a 'faggot' or a 'queer' and those other nasty names they used to call you." "You used to call me those names, too, ya know!" I felt bad for him but I couldn't help but be reminded then of his teasing. "I'm sorry, okay? I see now why you cried all the time about it." He looked down to his lap and started to squeeze his fingers in his hands. "Yeah, getting teased hurts, doesn't it? But you've been really good about that lately. Thanks!" I wanted to hug him but I wasn't sure if he would let me. "Welcome," he said quietly. He looked up at me. "I won't really become like you, will I? I like girls, a lot! I don't want to be a fag, or a girl." "No, you won't be like me," I told him. "You're a boy. And if you like girls, then you won't be that word. Me, I was never a boy, not really; I've always been a girl, I think." "Yeah, I think so, too. And you like boys?" he sneered. "Yeah, I like boys," I said. "I like boys a lot." I smiled because it was so true. "I always have, probably." "Is that why you dress like a slut at school? To get them to like you back? You don't have to do that to get boys to like you, ya know." "I know. But yes, for that, and other reasons. Besides: I just like looking like that. I feel good dressed up. It's fun! People like me now, and I like being liked. And boys pay more attention to girls dressed like I do." "Oh," he said. "So you aren't gonna stop, are you?" He sounded disappointed. I could understand that, but it wasn't going to happen. "Probably not, Darryl. It's who I am now. I think I'll be dressing like that all the time. Except at home, that is." "Why not at home?" He seemed a little surprised by that. "Because Mommy doesn't want me to," I said. "It upsets her." "So, she knows?" "Yes," I answered. "Mommy knows and she said I can dress like I want, just not at home. We had a long talk about it today. But Daddy doesn't know and you can't tell him," I said urgently. "I mean it!" He could ruin everything if be blabbed to Daddy. "Okay," he said, "I won't. But why not?" "Just don't, okay? Now, about getting teased. I want you to try something: when the other kids are teasing you, just try to ignore them." "What? How?" "Don't let them see that it bothers you. Don't get mad, don't pick a fight, just blow them off. You can come home and cry it all out. After a while, I bet they stop doing it." "I bet they won't!" "What can it hurt to try? I mean, sure, it's hard at first, but after a while they'll stop." "Alright, I'll try," he said. He didn't sound convinced but I wished he would try. "Good. By the way, thanks for talking to me. I was beginning to think you hated me." "I don't hate you! I was mad about things for a while, but after what you just told me, I guess I just have to deal with having a slutty big sister." He laughed. He seemed like he was going to be okay, for a while at least. I smiled and held open my arms. We hugged for several seconds. It was nice being friendly with my brother again. *** *** *** I was trying to catch up on some of my homework after dinner when the phone rang. Mommy came in to tell me that Mandy was on the phone, so I went out to the kitchen. "Hi Mandy!" I said. "Sorry I couldn't come over today." "Hey, Joanne! Are you okay? I heard you got kicked out of school today. Why? Was it because we skipped 5th?" "Yeah, and because of the way I've been dressing this week. They also said I have to stay home on Monday, too." More housework, no dressing up, and no sex were going to make Monday a really boring day. "That's crap," she said. "You looked hot today. Are you home now?" "Yeah, doing homework." She laughed. "You just can't stop that straight shit, can ya? Did ya get in trouble with your mom and dad?" "Mommy was a little upset, but my Daddy doesn't know about me yet. Mommy said we have to keep it a secret from him." I kept having to stifle my urge to confess everything to Mandy, and I just managed. "Weird. Are you grounded or anything? Are you gonna have to go back to dressing like a little girl again?" She started giggling. "That's the cool part: Mommy says I can dress any way I want, just as long as I don't do it at home or let Daddy see me." "Wow, that *is* cool of her!" She paused. "Jamie really missed you this afternoon," she said. I could imagine the look on her face saying that. "I missed *him*, and you!" I replied. "I'll bring your clothes and stuff over next time." "Don't worry about it, babe. You can keep 'em if you want, I got tons of stuff and Mom lets me use her credit card any time to get what I need." "Wow, thanks, Mandy! Umm, can I ask you somethin', sort of a silly question?" My mind was back on my talk with Darryl. "Sure, sweets!" "Why don't the boys tease me so much anymore? I mean, I'm glad they don't, but it's weird why it stopped all of a sudden." "Why you askin'?" "Well, it's my little brother. We had a talk a while ago, and he said they're teasing him at school now, and calling him names like they used to call me." I didn't bother telling her about my reputation as a cock- slut. She already knew about that anyway. "Huh. Well, babe, there's two reasons why the boys don't tease you anymore. First off: you're a hot piece of ass now, and they know teasing you ain't the way to get any of it." We both laughed about that. "What's the other reason?" "Simple: we put the word out that if anyone teases you, they're cut off." "Cut off? Their dicks?" Mandy laughed again. "No, silly! We just made sure that all the guys know, the guys that like to be with us, anyway, that if they want to be with us then they had to treat you right. Or else no sex." "Really?" That was so cool of them to do that for me. They really were my friends! "Yep! It's working pretty good, so far. We've only had to cut off one guy, and that's all it took for the rest of them to know we mean business. Now, can I ask you somethin'?" "Sure, sweets!" I said, imitating Mandy. She laughed. I loved the sound of it. "Your brother: is he straight or queer?" "Umm ... straight. He says he likes girls, but I haven't seen him with one yet. "Cool. Would he like to have a girlfriend?" "I bet he would!" "Well, remember Wendy? Paul Thompson's little sister? You met her at lunch today. The cute little red-head with great blue eyes? She's been sitting near us at lunch all week, listening to us and stuff. I've seen the way she's been looking at us. We finally asked her to sit with us today." "Yeah, she seems really nice and friendly." "I think she'd be cool but she's gonna need a little help, like I helped you." "Yeah, she was dressed a little plain. Like I used to, actually." I laughed." "So, anyway, I was thinking: we set her up with your brother. Kill two birds with one stone, like they say. We get her dressing sexy like the rest of us, and then have her go after your brother, tell her it's like a test or something. She'll get to be a real part of our gang, and the boys will get off your brother's back, once they seen him with a hot girl like Wendy's gonna be. What do you think?" "That would be so cool!" Nobody would call Darryl those names if he and Wendy got together. I liked her idea a lot. "But you can't tell your brother it's a setup, babe. He has to think he did it all himself. We'll make sure Wendy doesn't say anything either." "Okay, I can keep a secret." I giggled thinking of the secrets I was already keeping. "Hey, Joanne, since you're not grounded, ya wanna come over to my place tomorrow? We can go shopping or something. Say around noon-time?" "Sure, I'd love to come. I'll ask Mommy after we get off the phone." "Good," she said. "Oh, and Joanne, that reminds me. Don't be mad, but would you please stop calling your mom 'mommy', at least where I can hear it. It makes you sound like you still think you're a little girl. You're not a little girl, are you?" She made it seem like it wasn't a question. "No, Mandy. I'm not a little girl anymore." I guess I would have to give up a lifetime's habit; both Mommy and Mandy thought I should stop using that word. "Good, I'm glad to hear it. Now, I gotta go, sweet cheeks. Greg is taking me out and I have to get ready." "Okay, Mandy. Have fun! Talk to you tomorrow." "See ya, babe!" She made a kissing sound and hung up. *** *** *** After I hung up the phone I went to find Mommy. She was sitting next to Daddy on the couch, watching a television show: some funny-looking dark- haired man in a rumply trench coat with an unlit cigar between the fingers of one hand was talking to somebody. "Hi, honey," Mommy said. How was your talk with Mandy?" Daddy didn't look at me. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was sleeping. He seemed to be doing that a lot after dinner lately the past couple of days. "It was good, Mommy," I replied. "She invited me to go shopping with her tomorrow. May I go, please?" I smiled at her. She looked at me for a few seconds, and then carefully got up and took me by the hand and led me back to the kitchen. She sat down at the dinette table and pulled me to stand in front of her. "What time did she ask you to go?" I smelled something on her breath that smelled like it did after she'd drank the brown liquid after we got back from school. I suddenly realized that Mommy had been drinking liquor. "She said around noon?" "Just you and Mandy?" "Probably, Mommy, she just said 'shopping or something.'" "Or something, huh? Will that 'or something' include boys?" She looked at me with a knowing glance, like she knew we'd probably be with boys no matter what I said. "I don't know, Mommy. Mandy didn't say." I'd already assumed we would meet Jamie, or Randy or Greg, and I sure hoped we would meet Bob. I missed getting to kiss him after school that day, like we usually did before he went to football practice. "Uh huh. I suppose you'll get dressed up again like you were today?" She was smirking again, like she did at Mrs. Barkley's office. "Probably, Mommy. Isn't that okay?" I knew I would, and that it didn't matter anyway; Mommy wouldn't be there to see me. "Didn't I say it was?" "Yes, you did. Thank you, Mommy. So, I can go?" "Yeah, you can go. Jush call if you're gonna be home later than 7:00, 'kay?" She caressed me on a shoulder and smiled. "Yes, of course I will, Mommy," I said. I was already getting excited, even though the way Mommy was acting was weird. "Alright then, baby. Have a good time. Now, why don't you go finish up your homework? I was serious about you keeping up with your schoolwork. You prolly don' think little shluts like you need to do it, but please do it for me, honey?" "Yes, Mommy, I will," I said. I almost giggled at the way Mommy had referred to me as a slut. I thought maybe she understood me more than I'd realized, and I was glad. I wished I could be myself everywhere, but I knew that would take time -- and only after Daddy had me, and it would take a lot more sucking and fucking to be ready for that. She got up went back to watching the television. She seemed a little wobbly on her feet. I thought then that maybe Mommy was drunk. That was weird because I'd never seen Mommy drink that much before. I went back to my room and did as she asked. I was almost done when it was bedtime. I figured I could get up early and finish before going to Mandy's house. After an even more drunken Mommy had come to tuck us in, Rita and I laid in our beds. Rita really did go to sleep, but I couldn't sleep. I'd left my dildo at Mandy's house that morning and I missed it. So I pretended by sucking the fingers of one hand and using the fingers of the other to fuck my pussy until I had a nice cum. It wasn't as good as being with a boy, but it was the only thing I could figure out how to do. *** *** *** I awoke the next day feeling light and refreshed. I looked across the room. Rita's bed was empty and made. I got up, did my morning routine of a quick shower and crotch shaving, tooth brushing and hair brushing, and made my bed. I dressed in a pair of white nylon bikini panties and simple bra, some loose, blue canvas shorts, a white, cotton button-down blouse with a cute peter-pan collar, white ankle socks with lace trim, and blue Keds the same shade as my shorts. I slipped a pair of tiny pearl studs in my ears, and fluffed up my hair in the vanity mirror. I looked at myself closely. I may have been dressed like a 'good girl' but I thought I looked pretty good, even without any make-up. I realized that I was a good-looking girl, no matter how I was dressed. I still liked being sexy way better, because I figured boys would want me more that way, and it sure was fun to do it, but I thought I still looked really cute dressed the way I was. Daddy worked six days a week, so I knew he'd already be gone. I went looking for the rest of my family, and found Rita and Darryl in the living room watching cartoons on the floor in front of the television, each with an empty bowl and spoon sitting beside them. The television was turned down pretty low for a Saturday. "Hi guys!" I said cheerfully. "Oooh! Bugs!" Rita turned around and "shh'ed" me. "Mommy has a really bad headache. We need to stay quiet," she whispered, and then went back to watching Bugs Bunny making Elmer Fudd's life miserable. I wanted to watch, I loved Bugs being such a stinker, but I was hungry so I went to the kitchen and had some toast and juice. Plus, I wanted to obey Mommy and do my homework before going to Mandy's house. I finished the last of my overdue homework around 10:30. By then, Mommy had gotten up. When I went to the kitchen for a glass of water I saw her there, sitting at the dinette table. She was still in her robe, her hair was all messed up, her elbows were on the table, and she was holding her head in her hands. A cup of steaming creamed coffee sat on the table. "Good morning, Mommy," I said quietly, figuring she still had her headache. "Are you okay?" I tried to be as quiet as possible getting my water, but the glass clinked against the faucet and she looked up. "Oh, mornin', sweetie," she said. She sounded terrible, her voice all husky and scratchy. She even groaned a little. She sipped at her coffee while I drank my water. "When are you taking off for Mandy's, honey?" she asked me. "About 11:30, Mommy," I said. "It's not too far to her house." "Okay." She reached into her robe's pocket and pulled a shiny metal key. "Here's a key to the house, baby. Don't lose it." I took the key and held in my hand as she sipped more of her coffee. She put her head back in her hands and moaned. "Are you okay, Mommy?" "Sorry, baby, Mommy had a little too much to drink last night." She chuckled very lightly. "Hangovers are punishment for that." "I'm sorry," I said. There didn't seem to be much more to say. "I finished my homework." She didn't look up. "Good girl," she said. "Could you please leave Mommy alone for a little while, sweetie? I'm not feeling well." She rubbed her forehead and brows with the palms of her hands. "Not well at all." "Okay, Mommy." I put the empty glass in the sink as quietly as I could and went back to the living room to watch the rest of the Saturday morning cartoons. When H.R. Pufnstuf was over I went to my room and got ready to leave. I moved my things to a casual purse and left. I walked slowly to Mandy's place and enjoyed the early Fall weather. It was still warm, and the sun was shining, which was nice considering how rainy it was going to get soon. The year before, it had rained so much I thought we were going to be water-logged forever. I got to Mandy's house a little before noon. I knocked on the door, feeling a little nervous, and wondered what the day was going to be like. Mandy opened the door and smiled at me. "Joanne!" she said. She was wearing one of her trademark miniskirt and tank-top combinations: the skirt was matte-black denim with little silver stud accents down the sides; her black tank-top was of ribbed cotton with wide straps and a plunging neck-line that showed a little bit of cleavage. Around her neck was a silver chain with a heart-shaped locket. She wore three-inch black platform clogs. Her make-up was light for her: soft, light blended russet eye-shadow, no liner, and just enough mascara to give her lashes definition. Her lipstick was a dark, brick-red, without gloss. Her fiery red hair was pulled back in a simple pony-tail tied off at the crown of her head. He ears were pierced with a simple, heart-shaped silver studs. Around her wrists were a bracelet and a couple bangles. Her finger and toe-nails were colored the same shade as her lipstick. She looked totally sexy, as she always did, though it was an understated look for her, considering how she dressed at school. She stepped back and opened the door wider. "Come on in, cutie!" I went inside. She closed the door and we shared a nice, long hug. I loved having her arms around me; I felt loved and appreciated, and her soft warm skin and intoxicating fragrance filled my senses. All I could think about was becoming just like her, because then I knew that boys -- and Daddy -- would love me. "I missed you yesterday," I said. "We all missed you, too, sweetie!" she said. We broke our hug and she headed towards the stairs, pulling me along by the hand. "Bob was really mad that they kicked you out of school." I followed close enough behind her up the stairs that her bottom swayed back and forth across my vision. "I know you promised Jamie a fuck, but I really think you should give Bob some lovin' next time you have a chance." We got to the top of the stairs, and she said: "Up here, babe." She laughed because I was still staring at her bottom. "You'll have a great ass too, soon enough." We headed to her room for me to change. "That reminds me, Bob wants you to call him. Here's his number." She handed me a slip of paper. "He understands what your home life is like, so he doesn't want to call you there until you give the OK." "Thanks, Mandy!" I said. "I'll call him later." I started getting undressed. "Why don't you wait until tomorrow, Joanne," she said, looking through her huge closet. "I've got a surprise for ya." She turned around smiling. "I told Mom you were coming over. She has to go down to Portland today to, uh, do some errands and she wondered if we'd like to go with." "Really? That would be so cool!" I said. I wondered if that meant hooking up with any of the friends she told me about. "So you wanna go then?" She looked at me hopefully. "Oh, yes!" I gushed. "But .." I stopped when I remembered Mommy's words. She said to call if I was going to be later than 7:00, but she didn't say I couldn't be out later than that. "Never mind," I said. I finished undressing. "Terrific, babe!" She went back searching in her closet. "Come on and help me find something for you to wear." I went over to help, completely naked. She glanced at me and giggled. "Maybe we oughta go with you just like that." As much as it scared me the idea also made me excited in a strange way. I imagined myself parading through Lloyd Center completely naked, going from store to store, looking at clothes and such, trying stuff on, but not buying anything. Boys and men would stare at me open-mouthed and rub their crotches, making sticky messes in their pants. My nipples and pussy started tingling. Mandy noticed I hadn't moved and looked at me. "Hey, babe," she said and playfully slapped my bottom. "What, you like that idea?" She laughed, and I turned to look at her with a silly grin. She had to notice the expression on my face and my erect little nipples. "My god! You do! Even I wouldn't do that!" She went back to looking for an outfit for me. I looked up at her from my bare feet and wondered if she was serious. Because at that moment I was so excited by the idea of walking around in public naked I knew that if I wouldn't get arrested or something, I'd probably do it and enjoy it a lot. Did that mean I would actually do something Mandy wouldn't? Did that make me more of a slut than my idol? I felt a strange mixture of wonder and fear about that. I wondered how far I would keep going like this. It was at that moment the idea was planted in my head that maybe I was born to be a slut. I loved it so much! I couldn't imagine any other life for me. I shook my head and started looking for an outfit. We finally settled on something relatively conservative, for a slut. Mandy sat beside me while I did my make-up, offering tips and pointers. When I was finally dressed, accessorized, and made up, I stood in front of Mandy's mirrors and admired myself. I wore a sapphire-blue, cotton pencil skirt that was so tight across my ass so you could see every bubbly curve from top to bottom. It also forced me to take much shorter steps than I was used to. That was a good thing, because on my feet were a pair of matching four-inch black suede pumps. I was worried about walking in heels so high, but Mandy had convinced me I would be okay. Around my waist was a very narrow black, buckled belt. Under the skirt I wore a tight white g-string that kept my clitty securely tucked in, with the back strap trying to split the opening of my pussy in two. I liked that feeling a lot. My top was a white, puff-sleeved tuxedo poplin shirt with satin ribbons. Under the shirt I wore a delicate, lacey push-up bra. Mandy had filled the slightly-unfilled cups with some foam pads she had left over from when she was little like me. It gave me the appearance of having the breasts that I desperately longed for. My face was girlish and delicate yet decidedly sexy. Like Mandy, I wasn't wearing any liner and only a little more mascara than Mandy since my lashes still suffered from my past as a boy. But my lids were dusted with a subtle blend of blue and silver shadow, my cheeks blushed a soft rose, but my lips were a dark, blood-red crimson, glossy and shiny. From my ears dangled tiny silver balls. Around my neck was a slender silver large-link chain necklace. My hair, like Mandy's, was pulled back in a pony-tail on the crown of my head. On my left wrist were several silver bangles; on my right a delicate, feminine watch. I'd never worn a watch before, but Mandy suggested it so we could keep track of the time. "You look terrific, babe," Mandy said, pulling herself next to me with an arm around my waist. She slowly slid a hand up and down my side. "I can't wait until I see Tim's face when he gets a look at you." "Who's Tim?" I asked. My heart started beating a little faster at the idea of a boy seeing me dressed like such a grown up girl. And I felt grown up, too, and ready to be out among a crowd of strangers in a big city. "He's one of the guys I told you about," she said. She pulled me closer and kissed and licked my ear. "One of the guys that totally love girls just like you," she whispered. I turned to her and smiled. "We're gonna see them?" "Yeah, babe, I called him up this morning and he can't wait to meet you." She lightly kissed me on the lips. "I know he's gonna just eat you all up!" I was excited at the idea, and I had a devilish thought. "I thought that was my job?" I smiled at Mandy and licked my lips suggestively. "You are such a slut!" she said. "I'm so proud of you. You've come a long way, baby." Mandy started laughing and I had no idea why; I must've looked confused or something. "From that cigarette commercial on TV, Virginia Slims?" She hugged me close and I breathed in our mutual fragrance of fresh-washed girl, make-up and her latest perfume: 'Farouche' by Nina Ricci. "God, Joanne, I love you! You're so innocent but so sexy!" "I love you, too, Mandy," I replied. And I did love her. I hoped we would always be friends. "You're the big sister I wish I had," I said. "And I *am* gonna be like you, my bestest friend, no matter you say." I was completely serious. I was curious about why she'd said I didn't know what that meant, but I didn't care. I was committed to my life of being a sexy, desirable, well-fucked girl, and I knew that meant being as much like my darling Mandy as I could be. She squeezed me even tighter after I said that. I'm sure it was longer, but it seemed like only a few seconds before she broke our hug. I was shocked to see her eyes wet and shining. "Oh, Joanne," she sighed. "When you say things like I wish I was a boy so I could fuck your brains out." "I'm glad you're not a boy," I said. "Who else would teach me to be such a wonderfully sexy girl, and how to get all the boys I want? Besides: you're too sexy to be a boy!" I giggled and slid my hands across her bottom. "We better get going before I try to be a boy with you anyway," she said. She slapped my bottom a few times. I realized that I liked being spanked so I let her do it. "Yeah, let's go hunt some real boys," I said with a wicked smile. "Let's!" Mandy agreed with another kiss to my lips. I knew I had to be the silliest girl in the world to wonder how our lipstick shades would look mixed up after that kiss. *** *** *** Before we left for the nearly hour-long drive down to Portland, Mandy let me use the phone to call home and let Mommy know I'd be late. I didn't say where we were going, and I felt only a little bad about lying when I told her that we'd be with Mandy's mom, Rosalyn. But with the way things had been going up to that point it just didn't seem that important for some reason. At the start of the drive I briefly wondered why, since, until I'd met Mandy, I wouldn't have even had the idea of lying to Mommy about anything. But now, I just couldn't make myself worry about it. Mandy and I sat cuddled in the back seat of her mom's car, a shiny blue four-door with a white top; Rosalyn said it was a brand-new Delta 88, whatever the heck that meant, when I asked what it was. She said Rosalyn had bought it just before school had started that year. All I knew was that it was a nice, quiet smooth ride all the way to Portland, and Mandy had a chance to tell me about this boy I was going to meet. She didn't seem to want to even try to hide the conversation from her mother, so I didn't either. She told me he was nineteen, out of high-school, slim and wiry with short auburn hair, green eyes and a really juicy cock she said I would love. After about half-an-hour we settled down for the rest of the drive, and I started to get a little sleepy and laid my head on Mandy's shoulder while she stroked my back and whispered sweet encouragement to me. When I awoke, we were at the Lloyd Center mall main entrance. Rosalyn told us she'd pick us up there at around 7:00 or so. I knew that would mean getting back home really late, but since I'd already told Mommy I was going to be, I didn't worry about it. After we got out of the car and said good-bye to Rosalyn we headed in. I loved big malls, with all the shops and open spaces, and people wandering around, especially the cute boys. Mandy and I shopped like crazy. We didn't buy much, only a sexy little red leatherette miniskirt for me and a pair of blue six-inch stiletto heels for her, but it was so much fun. I wished my family was rich like Mandy's seem to be; the skirt cost over $250 and Mandy's heels were almost $100. I was pretty sure that all the clothes Mommy and Daddy had bought for me before school hadn't cost that much. I was embarrassed about it until Mandy said not to worry and just have fun. Later in the afternoon we finally met up with Mandy's friends. Her friend was named Paul; he was very tall, very muscly and very handsome, with long brown wavy hair parted on the side and hanging over part of his face, almost like a girl's and misty blue eyes the color of a summer sky. I liked him immediately. But Tim was the one who got my heart beating fast and the lovely tingles flowing through me. He was almost as tall as Paul, but slender, though he appeared to be strong, too. He had short, curly auburn hair just down to his ears, where I could see that his left lobe was pierced with a small diamond. His face was boyishly cute, with soft high cheek-bones, a small, delicate nose, and his lips were so full and kissable. But all of that I hardly noticed because his eyes had me trapped like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck: they were green and sparkling and had me enraptured. I couldn't look away. We left the mall in Paul's large, comfortable car. I sat in the back with Tim and we cuddled and kissed; my hands roamed all over his body while he did the same to me, on my breasts, my tummy, my thighs and when he pushed my skirt up and freed my little clitty, he played with it while we kissed. I knew then that he really did like girls like me. And he proved just how much when we got to a motel, where we made love like sex-starved animals. I had no idea a boy had so much wonderful cum inside him, and he put it all into me. I sucked him off twice and he came inside my pussy three times. When he was finally empty I fixed myself up in the bathroom, making sure to put in a tampon like Mandy had taught me. I knew if I didn't I'd be leaking his cum all over the inside of my skirt. I wanted it to stay in me; it made me feel loved. When we left the motel I saw that Mandy looked as happy and as well- fucked as I did. We hugged and kissed, and to my surprise the boys kissed each other, too. Tim asked when he could see me again, and we made a date for the next Saturday. I had thought we were going back to the mall, but Paul drove us to a dingy-looking neighborhood. We stopped in front of a shop with a lot of colorful pictures covering the window, and on the front, in bright green neon cursive letters, the words: "Goose's Tattoos & Piercings." The boys told us they'd be back when we were done and they left. I knew why we stopped there. Mandy wanted to get me tattooed or pierced. It turned out that it was both. When we walked in and Mandy told them what we wanted, he asked to see ID. He said we had to be at least eighteen or have parental permission. I was disappointed until Mandy pulled out a piece of paper. He read it, made a phone call, and talked to someone for a minute or so. He came back and told us to follow him. When I asked, Mandy said he'd called her mom and she gave the okay, and that we were sisters. I hugged her and whispered a thank you to her for being my 'big' sister. In the work area, Mandy and I swallowed a couple of pills each. She told me it would help with the pain, and it did because I hardly felt it as a large man with tattoos all over the parts of his body I could see pierced me. He attached a long, thick silver rod with a ball at the top and at the bottom was a silver naked girl-shaped fairy with large, bright blue wings. It was so beautiful I almost started crying until Mandy hugged me. She also got me a much smaller piece to wear, a simple steel rod with balls at both ends and a small diamond in the middle, since I had to always wear something for a long time and the one I wore wouldn't always work with my outfits. I was then taken to another room where Mandy told me to take off my shirt and lay on my tummy on the table. She left to another room as I did as she'd told me. I could feel the piercing pressing into me and giggled that I was now adorned with something so pretty. A nice woman with long curly blonde hair and brown eyes, and with lots of colorful tattoos on her arms, neck and chest, came in and worked on me. I couldn't imagine how painful it would be to get a tattoo without the pills I'd taken, because even with them I could feel some stinging, poking pain. When the lady said I was done, I got up from the table. I stood with my back to a mirror and saw that on the small of my back was a large lavender flower with golden-edged petals and stamen; around it were a some small bright green leaves; and above the flower were two small butterflies, with black-edged wings colored in with red and yellow spots of various sizes. It was so beautiful. The skin around the tattoo was bright pink, but the lady said that would go away soon. She told me how to care for her artwork, and said I could come back any time for more. I hoped I would; I liked that idea very much. I gingerly put my blouse back on, and left the buttons at the bottom open so people could see my piercing. I felt sexier than ever and walked out to find Mandy was waiting for me. She looked at my tattoo and said it was perfect. When she lifted her top and showed me hers, I gasped. It was almost exactly the same as mine! We hugged and kissed. She asked me how I liked my tattoo. I laughed and told her that I loved it. Mandy paid for the tattoos and my piercing with cash she took from her purse. I didn't know why she didn't use her mom's card, or where she'd gotten so much money, but I didn't worry about it. I just loved the idea of being marked for life as the slut I knew I was. I strutted out proudly, and walked as sexy as I felt. Mandy slapped my bottom once and I giggled. We stood outside the shop for a few minutes and talked about our day. I told Mandy how grateful I was, for everything she'd done for me since we met. We really were sort of like sisters and our tattoos were another way to show that to the world. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost 6:30. The day had flown by; I'd had so much fun, shopping with Mandy, making love with a new boy, getting pierced and painted so beautifully. We were holding hands when Paul and Tim arrived a few minutes later. They drove us back to the mall and we took a long time to say good-bye. I wanted to suck Tim again but there wasn't time; Rosalyn would be there in a few minutes. Rosalyn picked us up right on time at 7:00. We showed her how we'd been decorated and she said the tattoos were beautiful and that my piercing was 'so you.' I thanked her and gave her a hug. I winced a little when her hand accidentally brushed against my tattoo under my shirt. On the ride back home the pills started to wear off and Mandy I were both hurting. She gave me another one and put some more in my purse, wrapped in a tissue, from a small prescription bottle. We got to Mandy's house just before 8:00 and I hurriedly changed and cleaned my face. It was while I was doing that that I suddenly realized that, while I could wear different clothes and no make-up, there was no way to hide the piercing, let alone the tattoo. Mandy helped me change out the fairy girl piecing for the smaller one. I was really nervous about going home, but it was too late to worry. Rosalyn offered to drive me home, but I declined. I needed some time to figure out get through each day at home without being discovered. Mandy and I kissed at her door and I walked home. I didn't realize until I was almost there that, even dressed as I was, in my 'home' clothes, I still walked like the slut I was. I used the key Mommy had given me, walked in quietly, and went straight to my room to hide. End of Part 7