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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. Preface to Part 8: I apologize for taking as long as I did to update this story. Some of it was because of real-life issues, most of it was simply trying to figure out how to bring the story to the conclusion I'd wanted to bring it to. While much of the previous parts to this story were based on real-life experiences, from about here on out it is complete fiction, as much as I might wish it to be otherwise, and that takes thought, and thought takes time. This part of the story brings some changes even your humble writer didn't realize would take place. I hope the readers up to this point won't be so terribly disappointed. *** *** *** Part 8 I had a restless night that night. When Rita came in she told me that Mommy knew I'd gotten home but she fell asleep on the couch so she couldn't tuck us in. I knew that Mommy was probably passed out drunk. By then I'd already changed into a full-length dark blue nylon nightgown to hide my tatto and pierced belly-button. I had to take another pain pill to get to sleep, and I slept all night on my side. Or tried to anyway: I had several weird dreams and woke up three times to take another pain pill. By morning the pain had lessened but I took another pill anyway; I liked the little buzz I got from them. I only had three left and reminded myself to ask Mandy for more. I wondered if taking drugs was part of being a slut or not, because I sure loved the way I felt when I was buzzed on the pain pills, so dreamy and sensual, and when stoned I was so, so horny. The next morning, after I'd cleaned up and cared for my tattoo and piercing, I got dressed in some loose-fitting blue denim shorts that I pulled down as low as I could on my hips to avoid contact with the tattoo, and a long, blue peasant blouse that almost covered my bottom. I thought that would be enough covering to hide my ornaments from my family. I ate some cereal for breakfast and watched television with Rita and Darryl until 10:00, and then I went to the kitchen to call Bob. He answered after two rings. "Hello?" His voice sounded so good. I felt butterflies in my tummy when I heard it. "Good morning, Bob." I wished I could see his handsome face. "Joanne!" He sounded very happy to hear from me. "Good morning, sweetness! How are you? I missed you!" "I'm pretty good. I missed you, too." I missed his strong, manly arms, his muscly chest as he would hold me to him, his soft lips and insistent tongue, and his wonderfully large cock that would give me the boy cum I'd learned to love so much. "Where were you yesterday? Did you go over to Mandy's?" He sounded only curious, but I was worried he might be jealous. I felt a little guilty for being with Tim, but I had a destiny to fulfill, and that wasn't easy, but I didn't want to hurt Bob either. "Yeah," I answered. And in a whisper: "Me and Mandy went down to Portland yesterday." I didn't want my family to know that I'd gone there, and especially not what had happened there. "Her mom took us to Lloyd Center." "Cool! Did you have fun?" "Oh yeah, it was a lot of fun. We shopped a lot and Mandy introduced me to a couple friends of hers," I said without thinking. Now I had another secret to keep! "Yeah, she told me last night when we talked after you went home. She said you had a little surprise for me?" I giggled. I had two little surprises I wanted to show him. "Umm hmm. When can I see you?" I started to tingle with thoughts of kissing Bob and sucking him again. I felt so much like a little slut and I loved it. I couldn't help but love that part of me. "Well, my family is going to church and then we're driving up to Tumwater to visit my grandma and grandpa for a while. We should be back around 4:00 or so." "So long?" I asked, my voice betraying my disappointment like a whiny little girl. It would be too long until I could hold him, I felt. I didn't know what I would do until then. "Yeah, we haven't seen the grandies for a while." He paused. "I hear you got suspended on Friday." "Yeah, Mrs. Barkley said it was because of skipping 5th period but I think it's because of how I changed my look since last Monday." "Maybe it was both. You've changed a lot more than how you look, Joanne," he said. He sounded almost serious. "I know. But --" "Let me talk a minute, sweetie," he interrupted. "I like your changes, mostly," he said. "You're so sexy and open and loving. But I'm worried you might be going a little fast. Guys at school are talking about you. Some of them still think you're one of those bad names I won't use; they say they wouldn't touch you, though I bet they'd let you touch them." I giggled at that; I knew by then that any boy would like a good suck from a slut like me, no matter who she may have been once. "But," Bob went on, "some of the guys say they'd jump you in a heartbeat, even if you weren't born a girl." Despite the seriousness of what Bob seemed to want to say, I found myself really excited by what he said about that second type of boy. "I just don't want you to get hurt, baby, and I have to admit, I'm kind of jealous about what those other boys want to do to my girl." I waited a few seconds to be sure he was finished talking. The one thing I knew at that moment was that I had to be as honest as I could be with him. He deserved that much and more. "I don't know what to say, Bob. But I like the way I am now, I really do! I don't want to be any other way, not ever. Who I was before is something I can never be again. I won't be that sissy faggot boy again, not ever! And I can't be a little girl, either. I know you don't like some of it, maybe you don't like that I'm so girly since you like boys --" "That's not what I mean, Joanne." He sounded a little hurt. I wished we were talking face-to-face, but I felt that what I wanted to say had to be said, right then. "I love your girliness, and I don't want that to change." "Then let me be the 'me' I really am," I said. "I had no idea when this started that I was who I know I am now, but I love being this way. I love being so pretty and so sexy, and I love the way boys look at me now." "But --" "My turn to talk, honey bunny," I said, gently. I wished I could be with him to hold him to me as I talked. I paused a couple seconds to think. "I'm a slut, Bob," I said. "I know that now. I love having sex, and I'm going to have as much sex as I can, as often as I can, with whoever wants to have it with me. I'm going to dress and act however it takes to make that happen." I took a deep breath. "I really like you, Bob, I really do. But I don't think I can control myself anymore. I don't know why, but I can't stop what's happening to me, and I don't want to. I'm sorry if that bothers you so much." And I really was sorry; I did like him. I wanted to enjoy the pleasure of his company and his cock. But I also couldn't deny the urges I felt any time I saw a cute boy, and I couldn't help but respond to the way some boys looked at me. I understood then, after saying what I'd said to Bob: no matter what else, being a slut was the real me, and I loved that too much to deny it anymore. All I heard was a staticy hiss as I waited for Bob to talk. "Do you still want to see me?" I asked after a bit. "Oh, god, Joanne!" he said. "Of course I want to see you! I want to make love to you every day for the rest of my life!" I felt a pang in my heart hearing him say that. "I think I love you!" he said. "Oh, Bob, my sweet Bobby, I think I love you, too! But I have to be me! I can't help it!" I used my hand to wipe the tears falling down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry!" I started sobbing into the phone. All that I thought was how I could be me and still find love, and I felt I'd lost a chance at it before it had even started to blossom. "I'm so sorry." "I know, darling, I know," he said. "We'll find a way through this, my baby girl." "I don't know how," I choked out. I wanted Bob so much, but I wanted all the cute boys I saw, too. I had no idea how to make both things happen. "Don't worry, sweetness," he said. "We'll figure it out. I don't know how either, but we will." I was still choked up with tears flowing down my face, but I tried to feel some hope in his words. "So, baby girl, see you later? Call me around five o'lock?" "I can't wait, sweet Bobby," I said, because the first thing in my mind was of sucking his warm, huge hard cock. I knew I really was a horny slut. "I love when you call me that, darling," I said. "And I love when you call me Bobby," he replied. It was such a grown up thing to say, and it made me feel so loved and wanted. "See you later, Bobby," I said. We made air kisses at each other and hung up. *** *** *** I just sat at the table awhile before picking the phone up again. I dialed Mandy's number from memory and waited for the phone to answer. "Hello?" asked the soft, sultry voice I'd come to love. "Hello, Mandy," I replied. "Hey there, babe!" she said. "How you feelin' today?" "I'm okay. How're you?" "I'm good, a little tired, though. My horny Greggy kept me up *all* night last night, if you know what I mean." We chuckled together about that. I knew exactly what she meant, and only wished I'd be able to be with Bob like that. "That sounds like fun," I said lamely. "Umm ..." I wasn't sure how to ask her what I needed to ask. "What's up, sweets?" she asked. I thought for a moment and, with that honesty urge at full force, said: "Well, Mandy, I uhh ... I ... I want to go all the way with Bob. I need your help." There was silence on her end of the line for a minute. "What kind of help, babe?" "I need you to help me be ready for him with, you know, with 'Dick'," I said, referring to that monster dildo she had. "I want to make Bob happy. I want him to fuck me." By then I'm sure my voice betrayed my choked desperation. "I want him to love me." I started crying with those last words. Mandy waited patiently for me to stop, saying soft words of encouragement that everything would be okay. But all I could think of was how much I wanted to be loved, by Bob, by so many of the other boys I knew, and by my Daddy. I felt sure that if I let boys and Daddy do what they wanted with me that they would finally love me then. "Shhh, sweetie, shhh," she said. "Come on over as soon as you can, doll baby. Of course I'll help my sexy girl." "Oh, Mandy! Really? You'll help me?" It was all I could think of, I ached so much in my chest and my tummy, and I couldn't stand it. "Just get that tight little ass over here, Joanne," she said, gently. "Okay?" "Okay," I replied. I was still pretty broken up but remembered my manners. "Thanks." "No probs, sweet cheeks. See ya soon." "See ya," I said. We gave each other kissy noises and hung up. *** *** *** I went straight to my room and collected what I needed into my purse and left. I didn't say good-bye, I didn't leave a note; I didn't care about that, not then. All I could think about was getting to Mandy's house and getting that dildo into me, stretching me, and making me ready for Bob's large, wonderful, hot hard cock. Even though I was dressed in my 'little girl' clothes, I still attracted attention with the way I looked, and felt, and walked. Neighborhood boys and men would stop whatever they were doing and watch me wiggle past. I loved it! I loved how I could make them react like that. Even though I was upset by my talk with Bob and my desperate need to please him, I started to feel better because I finally realized that I was in control of the boys and men that reacted like that, not the other way around. It was me that could make them happy, or not, and they knew it. I wanted to give them what they wanted but I wanted to do it for me, because it was so much fun and made me feel so good to have sex. But I felt sure that it would be my choice, not theirs. By the time I got to Mandy's house I was feeling a lot better. "Hi, Mandy!" I said when she opened the door, my face lit by a big smile. "Hey, Joanne, come on in!" she said. I wasn't surprised to see that she was dressed only in a pair of black thong panties. Her flaming red hair was brushed out nice and shiny smooth back over her head, held in a black stretch hair-band. She had only a little mascara and burgundy lipstick on her lovely face, and small diamond studs in her earlobes. She was wearing a little barbell piercing in her belly button. She was so beautiful, and so sexy, and I kept thinking: 'I want to be exactly like her.' She ushered me inside, but seemed in no hurry to close the door. She wasn't ashamed at all of her gorgeous body, it seemed. "Come on into the kitchen, and we'll have something to drink. Have you had breakfast, yet, babe?" "I had some cereal when I got up," I answered. "I don't want to get fat." She laughed. "You'll never get fat, sweets, not as long as I'm around. But you can have a banana or something with your coffee." I followed her into the kitchen and watched her hips sway and her bottom jiggle. The delicate strap of her thong around her waist and down between her bottom cheeks left nothing to the imagination, but it did remind me of how I loved having a thong strap pressing against my pussy opening. The view also reminded me of our identical tattoos, and I smiled to myself and hoped Bob would like mine as much as I liked the look of Mandy's. Mandy's mom Rosalyn was sitting in the kitchen at the dinette table sipping some coffee. She looked as beautiful and radiant as always, dressed in a soft, delicate lace-trimmed pink chiffon robe with a plunging neckline that showed off her sexy cleavage. Her wavy red hair was brushed out and arrayed over her shoulders. She wasn't wearing any make-up or jewelry but was still so beautiful and feminine, and so sexy, there was no doubt in my mind where Mandy got her beauty from. "Good morning, Joanne," she said with a smile. "How are you today?" She remained seated but I went over to her and we gave each other a kiss on the cheek. I breathed in her fragrance deeply; she smelled of freshly washed woman and it was wonderful. "I'm fine, Rosalyn," I answered. "Thanks again for the trip to Portland yesterday." "I'm glad you had a good time, honey," she said. "Let me see your decorations again." She smiled and sipped at her coffee. I lifted my blouse up to my breast-line and showed my belly piercing. She reached out and gently fingered the replacement for my fairy butterfly. "Very nice. Good girl, you're keeping it clean," she said. She motioned with her fingers, and I turned around. "Very sweet, baby," she said. "It suits you." "Thanks," I said. "I love being decorated like this." We shared a smile. Mandy came back from the counter and handed me a steaming cup of creamed and sugared coffee. "Here, sweets, it's fresh," she said. I'd never had coffee before and sipped at it but it burned my lips and tongue. "Blow on it some first, babe, like this." She blew into the cup with her lips pursed in a cute bow. I did as she asked, and sipped again. It was still pretty hot but I managed to get a sip into me. It tasted strong and a little bitter, but it made my tummy and throat feel warm inside. I liked it. "So, honey," Rosalyn said, "Mandy tells me you have a boyfriend?" She looked at me with such a warm and open glance. Even after all that had happened to me I was still afraid of being teased, but I could tell she wasn't. "Yes, ma'am," I answered automatically. I couldn't help it, for some reason I couldn't help but feel obedient and submissive around adults. I'd always been that way. "Don't call me 'ma'am', honey, 'madam' maybe but not 'ma'am', that makes me feel so old." She and Mandy both laughed but I didn't get the joke so I just smiled. "She also says you need help getting ready for his big cock." I was a little shocked at her being so open about it. I looked at Mandy, surprised, but she just smiled. "Remember, babe: I tell Mom everything," she said. "Yes, I want to be ready for him," I said. I blew into my coffee and took another sip. "I really like him, and I want him to be happy with me. But his ... his cock is so big." "Well, Joanne, there's only one thing to do," Rosalyn started to say. "You need to get fucked, fucked and fucked some more, as much as you can," Mandy interrupted. She stood next to me and put an arm around my waist, patting my bottom. I winced a little as her arm brushed against my still sensitive skin around the tattoo. "Mandy's right, honey," Rosalyn said. "That's the only thing that's gonna loosen up that pussy of yours, if Bob is really as big as she tells me." She sipped at her coffee. I knew she was right, and I loved the idea, but there were only four boys I'd been with and one of them was fifty miles away and only two of them had fucked me. I said as much after taking another sip of coffee. "Well, sweetie, there really isn't a way to make that happen today," she said. Mandy hugged me close. I'm sure I looked like I was ready to cry, because I was so disappointed. "Don't worry, babe, you'll be ready in no time." She kissed and licked a tear from my cheek. "Mom and I have been talking." "Yeah, Joanne," Rosalyn said. "How would you like to come to a barbeque party next Saturday?" She looked at me expectantly. "A party?" I asked. I suddenly felt a wicked thought rush through me. "Will there be boys there?" I giggled. "Let's just say that after Mandy helps you out this week, and after that party, you'll be able to take your boyfriend up your pussy like you want, baby," Rosalyn said. She drank the last of her coffee and stood up. She went to Mandy and me and hugged us both, and kissed me on the top of my head. "You just do what Mandy tells you, Joanne, and you'll be a proper little slut for your boyfriend." I giggled at that. "I mean it, sweetie," she said. She broke our hug. "I know, Rosalyn," I said. "I like doing what Mandy says." I really did like doing whatever Mandy said. I knew she and her mother were right. And I really liked the idea of having so much sex, and what they said made perfect sense to me. "Good girl," she said. "You two have fun. I've got an appointment in town I need to get ready for." She caressed our shoulders before starting to leave the kitchen. "Have good sex, Mom!" Mandy said. "Oops! Sorry," she said when Rosalyn gave her a stern but smiling look before making her sexy walk out. I wanted so much to have the kind of sexy walk that Rosalyn and Mandy did. I knew the boys would want to fuck me and let me suck them if I could walk like that, look like that, be like that. And I felt sure that Daddy would absolutely love me if I were like Mandy or Rosalyn. But I was curious about Rosalyn working on a Sunday. "It's Sunday," I said. "What appointment does she have? And what does sex have to do with it?" I asked. "Never mind just now, babe," Mandy said. "I'll tell you later, promise." She licked the rim of her cup after finishing the last of her coffee. "Come on, doll baby," she said, "let's get you started." I set the half- empty cup on the dinette table. Mandy took my hand in hers and led me upstairs. I kept sneaking looks at her jiggly boobies, and wiggling bottom cheeks, all the way up the stairs. A brief thought of being a boy flashed through my mind, again, as silly as it was, about being with her. She led me past her bedroom door to one of the spare rooms. "Do you have a date with Bob for today," she asked. "He's going to Tumwater but said I should meet him later at five," I said. "I was hoping he'd be able to fuck me then." "Sorry, babe," Mandy said. "Like Mom and me said, you aint't ready for a cock that big yet." She leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips. "But you will be soon." She squeezed my hand and opened the door to the room. "I promise." What greeted my eyes was not some "spare" room, but a room that had, in just a day as far as I knew, been transformed. The carpet and walls were still a soft, light pink and white, as were the other spare rooms, but otherwise it was an almost exact duplicate of Mandy's room, with the same canopy bed, the same dresser and vanity. I gasped at the delightful femininity of the room. I wished my room at home was so pretty. She had to notice the expression of wonder and joy on my face. "You like?" she asked, leading me in by the hand with a gently squeeze. "Oh yes!" was all I could whisper through the constriction in my throat. "It's so pretty!" "I'm glad you like it, baby Joanne, because this is your room," Mandy said. "This room is yours, whenever you come over." I couldn't help but drift over to the bed. I dropped my purse on the floor, slipped off my sandals, and then crawled across the bed; the bedding was so soft and comfortable. I turned over on my back and looked at the soft, delicate sheer pink of the canopy. I closed my eyes and thought about laying there with Bob nestled between my legs and sighed. "Oh, Mandy!" I said lamely, eyes still closed. "I love this! This so way better than my room at home." I looked at her standing at the side of the bed. "I'm so happy you're my friend, Mandy! You and Rosalyn are so sweet to me." She crawled into bed next to me and snuggled up against me. I could feel the warmth of her soft, naked skin. Again, my mind flashed with the idea of being a boy, a boy who would kiss her, and love her, and suckle her sweet, naked nipples to my mouth, and fill her with a hard, hot juicy cock. I didn't have a cock like a boy, but I did have lips and a tongue, and I turned over on my side and went straight for her delicate little nipple. I licked and sucked at her while my hand caressed her slender, curvy body down to her pussy, where I slipped my hand beneath her thong, and pressed and massaged her glorious pussy lips. I heard her moan and whimper as my fingers squeezed and rubbed her quickly stiffening little clitty. She pressed my head to her breast with one hand while the other slipped under my shorts to caress my bottom. "Oh, Joanne," she moaned. "Oh sweet baby." She squeezed my bottom cheek hard while gripping my hair and pressing my lips to her breast. "Can I please make you have a cummy, Mandy?" I asked, breathlessly between licks and sucks and nibbles. "I want to make you feel as wonderful as you've helped me to feel. I want you to make cummies all over my face." And I really did, I wanted to make Mandy quiver and cum and make me wet with her nectar. I realized when I said those things that I loved Mandy, as much as I'd ever loved anyone, and wanted more than anything to bring her as much love and joy as she'd brought into my life. She was like a goddess to me, and I would do anything she asked if it made her happy. "Oh, you little doll," she said in a moaning whisper. "You're the perfect girl, the perfect slutty little girl." Her hands left my body and she slipped off her thong. "Get naked for me, baby girl," she said. "I want us to be totally free with each other." She quickly slipped off her thong, slapped my hip with it, and dropped it onto the floor. "Yes, oh yes, Mandy, darling, anything you ask, whatever your want," I answered. I caressed Mandy's gloriously sweet body slowly as I rose to my knees on the bed. I admired her wondrously curvy, feminine body, and longed to hold and lick her beautiful B-cup breasts. I promised myself that I would be her equal in everything, in her beautiful girly body and in everything and anything she did, no matter what. She just truly was my goddess at that moment. I slipped my blouse over my head and tossed it aside. I tried to jut out my little AA-cup boobies as much as I could while I unsnapped my bra. I let it dangle in my fingers before sliding it across her writhing body as she looked up at me, a smiling and lustful gaze on her beautiful face. I dropped my bra over the side of the bed, and then slipped my shorts and panties down over my hips in one motion, not caring about the dangling little clitty that more and more made me so ashamed, an ugly reminder of my former boyhood. I giggled when Mandy reached for it to pull on it with her delicate thumb and forefinger. "Such a pretty clitty," she said. "My baby Joanne." I smiled and quickly pulled my shorts and panties down the rest of the way off me and threw them across the room. With a long, lust-filled look all along her completely sexy, girly body, I knew what I wanted. I wanted to please my goddess; I wanted her to be happy, to love me as her little sex pet; I wanted her to know that I would always hers. She seemed to understand my need to please her because she looked at me and smiled, and pulled her legs up and opened them wide. I knew the only thing of me that could bring her joy were my fingers and my mouth, my lips and my tongue. When I saw her pussy lips, glistening and deep pink and swollen, I almost cried because I wished I could have something so beautiful, so wondrously and completely girly. I slipped between her legs, and lowered myself to her. When our nipples touched, I gasped at the sensations, and felt her nipples harden against mine. Mandy slid her hands up and down my smooth skin while I just savored the feel of our breasts pressing together as I lowered my body to hers. As I nuzzled her breasts and her neck, and kissed my way over her body, she wrapped her legs around me. "You belong to me, now, little girl," she whispered into my ear. "You're mine." "Oh yes!" I gasped out. "I'm Mandy's, I belong to Mandy, I am hers," I said over and over. I couldn't believe I would say those things, especially because of the way I felt about Bob, and that I knew I just loved to have sex with boys and that I was destined to be with Daddy. But in that lust-filled moment all that mattered to me was Mandy. She'd given me so much, showed me so much of my true self, the sissy faggot that became the slutty girl I knew I was all along, and she'd helped open such a world of wondrous new feelings and sensations for me there was no going back. I slipped my arms under her thighs to support myself and then gave her beautiful pussy a delicate kiss, and then a lick, and I marveled at the taste of her: a so very sweet musky flavor, and I tingled all over as I licked and kissed, and slipped my tongue inside her as far as it would go, sliding up and down between her lips, in and out. I found her clitty with my lips and suckled at it, licking it, as though it were a tiny little cock. Mandy tasted so much different than a boy, yet in some ways the same, and I realized I loved the taste of a girl, too. I didn't think I could ever fuck a girl like a boy since my clitty didn't get hard unless there was a boy inside me, but I knew that I could give Mandy the sort of pleasure another girl could; I almost giggled at the thought of being a lesbian lover for Mandy. Instead, I just kept licking, kissing, suckling and moaning and humming into her. "You're going to do anything and everything I say, aren't you my little girl?" Mandy said. I looked up into her face, my face flushed, my make- up ruined, looking like the total slut I felt. She was leaning up and had a hand on each of my shoulders. She was looking intently into my eyes, her sweaty and passion-filled face completely serious, with only a hint of a smile. I thought for a brief moment about what she was asking. She may have had a small smile but I was suddenly hit with the fact that she was seriously asking me to commit to her; to become her obedient little slave, in a way. But then I thought about Bob, and what it would mean to be able to feel him inside me, loving me while he filled me with his hot, delicious cum. And that meant that I would finally be ready for Daddy, and I would fulfill the only true purpose for my slutty life that I knew anymore. I was a little worried that Mandy would ask me to do things I wouldn't like, or that would hurt me, but she hadn't ever yet, and I'd loved everything we'd done together so far. So, I took a deep breath and, as seriously as I could, I said: "I will do whatever you want me to do, Mandy. Anything, everything, just tell me what to do and I will do it, and I'll be happy to do it." Her face lit up with one of her bright, beautiful smiles that you just had to smile back to, and I did. "I hope you mean that, doll baby, 'cause I'm gonna ask you to do things you maybe won't like." I bent my face back down to her pussy and gave it the most respectful and tender kiss I could, and then I looked back up at her. "You're a girl, Mandy. I'm not a girl, not a real one like you, and I never will be," I said, my voice choking up on the last part. "So you're better than me and always will be. I know what the purpose of my life is, and right now the most important thing in my life is to please *you*, my goddess Mandy. Whatever you want me to do I will do, if it will make you happy." I went back to licking, kissing and suckling her glorious pussy. I desperately wanted to be part of it, to belong to it, and so belong to this girl who'd given me so much and only asked for my obedience in return. Besides, I thought, if doing what Mandy asked of me meant being able to be with Bob, and with my Daddy, then nothing else mattered. Mandy moaned from my intense worship of her pussy and clitty. I felt the bed bounce a little as she fell back fully onto her back. "God damn, girl, you are soo goood! I'm so glad to know how you feel, babe. I'm flattered you think so much of me, but just remember what you've said, because before we're through you're never gonna even be able to pretend to be a little girl, or even a nice girl, anymore. I'm gonna make you the biggest sluttiest girl anyone has ever seen, and then, maybe I'll be happy. And so will you!" I listened to her words, and the more she said, the more intensely I tried to pleasure the glory that was her womanhood. I kept licking, sucking, kissing. I reached my hands up as far as they would go around her under her thighs, caressing her hips as they moved up and down under me as she pressed her pussy harder and harder into my face. I could feel her quivering under me, and she was incredibly wet. I did my best to lick and suck as much of her juices into me as I could. After a few more moments, she grabbed both my hands with hers and pulled me hard into her, my tongue slathering over her clitty, my lips wrapped around it, sucking and licking as fast as I could. "Baby! Baby baby! Oh, baby! Lick me, little cunt! You little bitch! Fucking bitch! Oh doll baby. Oh Jooaaanne!" And when she said my name she must have had her cummy, because my mouth and face were suddenly flooded with the sweetest juices I could have tasted. I could never have guessed that girls could taste so wonderfully good, and I loved every drop I could get. I kept licking and sucking as she kept humping against my face, squeezing my hands, pulling me to her. She was moaning as her pussy seemed to spasm around my tongue and on my lips as I licked and drank her wetness. I felt a contentment I'd never known before, not even with a boy. With boys, the feelings were always so intense for me when they came into my mouth or on my face. But with Mandy, it was different, it was energizing to feel her orgasm, and I loved it, like she was flowing through me, like I was becoming a part of her. But it was also gentle, and like a caress that I felt slide all over me as I kept licking at her gently, more and more gently as I felt her fingers loosen their grip on my hands. As she let go with a soft moan, I began to simply kiss her, with quick little laps at her pussy. I imagined myself as a little kitten, all cuddly and cute, lapping at a saucer of cream for her meal. I smiled to myself and tingled inside as I realized that in a way that's exactly what I was: a newborn suckling the milk from her mother, the mother of her new life. I felt such an overwhelming sense of belonging, and love, and peace within myself as I thought that. I felt Mandy sit up as I continued to gently, lovingly lick and caress her with my tongue and lips. She ran her fingers through my sweat- drenched hair. "You really are good at that, babe," she said. "You were born to give head, boys or girls, whatever." I pulled back from her with a final kiss and a longing look at what I thought I could never have: a girl's heavenly pussy. "I love you, Mandy," I said, looking up at her with my wet face. "I love you." "I love you, too, baby Joanne," she said. She smiled and caressed my wet cheek. "You are such a wonderful girl, babe." She scooted up to rest her back against the headboard and some pillows. I stayed where I was and looked at her face. "Come here," she said, patting her chest. I eagerly scooted up to rest my body between her legs and lay my head against her sweaty breasts. I reached to bring a nipple closer to my mouth and kissed and licked it. She giggled. "You really are such a sex machine, you little slut!" She laughed as she said that. "Now that you're my own little girl, we have to set some ground rules." "Whatever you want, Mandy," I said. I just kept kissing and licking at her breast. I felt so good then, so very good that I was able to pleasure her. I hadn't had a cummy myself, but I didn't care. I was tingly all over, even my ass-pussy, and I thought that whatever Mandy said would be the best. "I hope you mean that, little slut," she said. She caressed my head again, running her fingers through my hair the way I loved. "First off, I want you to break it off with Bob." I was alarmed now. The whole reason for this was to be with him. "But ..." "But nothin', babe," she said. "You belong to me now, remember? Either that, or you can go home." The tone of her voice told me she was totally serious. I started to tear up but she cupped my chin in her soft hand. "Do you wanna go home?" "No, Mandy," I answered. "I don't. But ..." "I never said you and Bob wouldn't be together someday, sweets," she said. She bent down her head and kissed me on the lips, flicking her tongue quickly across them before bending back up. "But I don't want you committed to one boy, not for a while yet. I already told you that was a bad idea." "I remember," I said. "But what do I tell him? I don't want to hurt him." I was choked up again even thinking about doing anything to hurt anyone. "He wants me!" "Baby girl, he's a horny boy, they want anything they can stick their cocks in. You're just so cute and loving, and so freakin' easy, you make the rest of us look like nuns sometimes." Even I was able to laugh at that image through my pain. "He'll get over it. Trust me." She cupped her palm to my cheek just as a tear fell from my eyes. She fingered it and licked it from her finger. "Just tell him you're not ready for a steady boyfriend yet. And you're not, babe, you're really not. I can tell how much you love sex. You're an 'anytime, anywhere,' sort of girl, just like me, and that's just bad news for having a boyfriend. Take my word for it, doll. I made that mistake myself." "He wants me to call him later," I said. I sniffled and laid my head back on Mandy's breasts. She was so warm, and soft, and girly. She wrapped her arms around me, and I snuggled into her embrace, wrapping my own arms around her. Her skin felt so soft and smooth under my hands, so unlike a rough, hairy boy, but I liked both. I felt so confused. "Don't!" she said forcibly. "Don't call him until I say you can!" She seemed so serious. "If he calls you, talk to him all you want, but don't call him. You call him and he'll think you'll do whatever he wants, Joanne. I mean it! You're the one in charge of *him*, of all boys, not the other way 'round!" She caressed my scalp and I almost felt like purring. "Trust me, my little girl. You'll have him one day, if you still want him, but he'll be the one begging, not you! Not *ever* you. The only one you'll be begging for is me!" I giggled at that image: me on me knees, begging to pleasure my goddess Mandy. I felt so close to her then, so much in love and lust; I just knew I had to obey her. She said that one day I could have Bob, and I figured that meant Daddy, too, and I wondered how it would be to see Daddy begging me to let him have me. "Okay, Mandy," I said. "Good girl!" She reached over me to slap my bottom. "Get your ass up, slut!" she said. "Yes, ma'am!" I said fervently. I slid my way down her soft, luscious body to give her moist pussy a kiss. I moaned as I did it, and wanted to start licking and suckling her again, but she stopped me. "Uh uh, doll," she said. "I'll tell you when. We've got to get that ass ready for all the cocks that'll be fucking it." She pushed my face away from her pussy. I looked up at her and whimpered like a puppy. I really liked eating pussy, and I wanted more. She laughed. "God, you are such a totally perfect slut!" I smiled at her compliment. "I am your slut, Mandy," I said, overcome with lust for my goddess. "I will always be your total slut, your perfect slut, yours always and forever. Please own me?" I begged. I rubbed my face against her pussy again. I felt so horny then, I knew I would agree to anything she said. She stopped me and took my cheeks in her hands. "You are mine, baby girl, mine always. I *do* own you, and I always will. You're my own little slutty fuck toy." She pushed me up and pulled herself into a kneeling position so that we were face to face, kneeling on the bed. She was a little taller than me. I looked up into her eyes. "Swear to me now, darling baby girl, swear to be mine forever." She held my hips and slid her hands up and down my sides, and finally cupped my little breasts in her hands. She leaned forward and kissed me, and I gladly suckled her tongue into my mouth. We kissed for what seemed like forever but was only seconds. When we broke our kiss, I moaned. "I belong to you, Mandy. Please just tell me how to make you happy. All I want is to make you happy, please help me! Please!" I knew I sounded like a beggar, but that's what I was. I was a beggar for attention, for affection, for sex, for companionship, for love. I felt such a powerful sense of longing in me, a yearning I felt could never be filled, but Mandy offered a way: she offered submissiveness, obedience, total acceptance of who I was and who I was to be; Mandy offered me a way to be happy I'd only dreamed of, a way to fulfill my dreams of love with Daddy, and with Bob, and all I had to do was be what I knew I was: a possession. "Shhh! It's okay, babe, I'm here for you. Don't ever worry about a thing again, just do what I tell you, and all your dreams will come true, even when it seems like they won't." "I'm Mandy's girl," I sighed. "I'm Mandy's." I kept whispering that to myself over and over, my eyes closed. *** *** *** I laid on my back in the afterglow of the best orgasm I'd ever had. My sticky clear cummy was splotched all over my crotch and lower tummy. I slid my fingers through it, rubbing it into myself like a lotion. I fingered my softening little clitty and wished with all my being that I had a vagina to slip my tingling fingers into. I felt the vibrator still buzzing in my pussy, and I felt warm and tingly. My only regret was that it wasn't a real boy's cock inside me. But I loved how Mandy kept sliding it slowly in and out of me, kissing and licking at my asshole around the vibrator. I was still moaning and whimpering while she did that. I couldn't believe how many times I'd made cummies for Mandy since I'd given myself to my goddess, body and soul. The vibrator in me wasn't 'Dick', the dildo I'd wanted to be in me so I would be ready for Bob, but it was way better than 'Tom'. The vibrator was at least six inches long and bigger around than my fingers could reach, but it was still smaller than Bob's huge cock. I giggled to myself at how perfect 'Tom', that dildo Mandy had given me at the beginning of my transition from sissy boy to slutty girl, would be for my baby sister, Rita. She'd seemed to develop a larger and larger interest in my sex life since I'd become a slut, and I idly wondered if it would be okay with Mandy that I give little Tom to Rita. I tingled all over thinking about my little sister becoming a slut like me. When I giggled and tingled at the thought of my pre-pubescent sister sucking a cock I was almost ready to have a cummy. I knew that was wrong, and I wouldn't really let her do it, but the thought still excited me in that lust-filled moment. I felt the vibrator slide out of me completely and whimpered. I looked down to see Mandy holding it up and then sliding it across my clitty. She skooched up between my spread legs to press her glory of a vagina to my limp little clitty. "Suck it, cunt," she said, holding the vibrator to my lips. "That's a good girl." I licked at the vibrator's head, and opened my mouth to surround it with my lips. I didn't like the poopy taste of it, since I'd forgotten to clean myself out before Mandy claimed me as her toy, but I lapped and licked and suckled at the vibrator until it glistened with only the wetness of my mouth. I wrapped my arms around Mandy while I suckled at the vibrator. "My little slut loves to suck, doesn't she?" Mandy asked. She forcibly pressed my mouth around the vibrator and shoved it as deep as she could. I looked up to her with a loving expression, my tongue automatically slathering around the vibrator. "Yes, she does," she cooed to me. "She loves sucking and fucking, my little suck-fuck toy." She quickly pulled the vibrator from my mouth. "Doesn't she?" My mouth kept puckering, my lips opening and closing in a yearning motion. I desperately wanted something cock-shaped in my mouth and down my throat. I couldn't help but moan and whimper with need. "Slut wan' cock, slut wan' cock, me Mandy slut, slut wan' cock!" I realized what I was sounding like, and I tingled all over at the thought that I could be something so perfect as Mandy's own little cock-slut. She put the vibrator back to my mouth and I lovingly suckled it in. I loved the feel of it against my lips, on my tongue and down my throat. Mandy had helped cure me of my gag reflex by repeatedly pushing the vibrator down my throat and slapping my bottom very hard and saying such wonderful things like 'swallow, you bad slut!' if I started to gag. As she slipped the dildo in and out of my mouth and throat with one hand she fingered my pussy with her other, all the while whispering to me. "My little slut, my little whore, my very own sissy whore. My perfect little sissy fag whore." She kept softly whispering that to me over and over again. I realized I liked the idea of being what she said I was. It was like a game: I was her 'whore', and that thought excited me. I would pleasure the people Mandy said I should, and I would be approved of by her, and she would help me become the slut I needed to be for Bob and for Daddy. I would be whatever she wanted me to be if it meant that could happen, if it meant cock and cum, if it meant love and fulfillment, which to me, at that time, were the same thing. *** *** *** The rest of the afternoon was spent having sex with Mandy. After giving me a delightful enema and a douche, I felt so feminine. She taught me how to keep myself clean like a girl should. She then showed me how wonderful it was to lick at assholes. I had a cummy just from her tonguing me there while I played with my little boobies, and pinching my nipples. And then she let me do the same to her. I thought I would hate that, but she was so clean down there, I just loved it. I promised myself to always keep my own ass-pussy as clean as she kept both of her wonderful places. And, of course, I found joy in giving pleasure to Mandy, too. I suckled at her boobies, and nipples and played with her pussy and clitty while she moaned and whimpered, and whispered sweet words to me. I learned to no longer be afraid of words like sissy, or faggot or the other endearments she used. And I would lick and kiss her pussy and suckle on her clitty, and lap up her cummies, and I loved every minute of it. It was like a whole new world of sexual delights had been opened for me. Only hours before I'd thought I would only be with boys, but Mandy showed me how I could be with girls, too. Of course, in either case I would always be a girl, since I could never get hard enough to put my clitty inside anyone but I thought that was just fine, because Mandy showed me how I cold pleasure girls, with lips and tongues and fingers and even toes, and with toys like the variously-sized dildos and vibrators she had in that little treasure chest in her closet. I'd put them into both of Mandy's holes, at various times, and one time I slid and twisted a vibrator in her ass and licked, kissed and suckled at her sweet pussy. Another time I did it the other way around; with a vibrator in her pussy, I licked and tongued her asshole. I felt like I'd gone to heaven at all the tastes of her. And she used those toys on me, too. She seemed surprised when I fought back the tears and the pain to let her put in a cock-shaped vibrator into me that was eight inches long and had to be two inches in diameter, or so it had seemed to my shocked gaze as she let me suckle on it while she lubed my pussy. I could barely get my lips stretched around it, and my jaw muscles ached trying to open widely again and again sliding it into my little mouth. It wasn't as big as Bob's beautiful cock, but it was close. I felt that no matter how many times she'd put things in me that day this one would hurt. And it did. But she was gentle and slow, and kissed away my tears. She wanted to stop at a couple points but I wouldn't let her. I had to learn to take cocks that big in me, and I wanted it to happen as quickly as I could. For some reason, I felt like time was running out on me, and if I didn't give myself to Daddy soon, he would do something to Rita, and I would never let that happen. Not because of jealousy, but because I was the family slut, not my baby sister. So I begged Mandy to keep going, and she did, until finally it was all the way in. She just kept it pushed in there no matter how many times my ass spasmed trying to eject it, until her kisses calmed me down. I was hurting and she knew it. I could see her eyes get teary, too, until I told her I loved her again, and I was glad she'd filled me up with the big fake cock. But there was no way I was going to be able to have a cummy with that thing inside me, not then, it hurt too much. I held it as long as I could and then asked Mandy to take it out. She slowly slid it out of me as she tongued and suckled one of my nipples. The mixed pleasure and pain was intense, and I moaned when the vibrator was completely out of me, and yet felt a sense of loss and emptiness, too. Mandy slid down my body, kissing all the way, even on my clitty, and then bathed my pussy in licks and kisses, and it felt so wonderful I arched my back and finally dribbled out a little clear cummy that Mandy licked up. We kissed and held each other until we fell asleep. By the time the afternoon was over we were both physically and sexually exhausted. When we woke up from our nap we were still facing each other. We shared a smile and a long, lingering tonguey kiss. "Did you have a good time, sweetie?" Mandy asked me. She caressed my cheek still encrusted with her cummies, and kissed and licked it clean. She slid a finger along my eyebrow and blew my cheek dry. "I loved it, Mandy, it was so much fun!" I replied fervently. "I never knew being with a girl could feel so wonderful!" I kissed her. "Thank you so much, thank you, thank you!" She laughed and smiled at me. Her wonderful smile, the one you had to smile back with, beamed at me and filled my vision. I had eyes only for my goddess, and I felt so much love and tenderness fill me I almost started to cry from the joy I felt in her arms. It was so different being with a girl than it was being with a boy, so much softer, and slower and full of gentle touches and lingering caresses. But I liked the forceful love of being with a boy, too, their rough hands and hard, pulsing cocks so full of juicy, tasty cum, filling me up, making me feel so helpless and yet protected. "You're welcome, babe," she said. "Now you know you can be with anyone, not just boys. Do you see why I said not to worry so much about being with one boy? You're a natural born slut, Joanne, and girls like us can't limit ourselves to just one boy, or even to just boys." She slid her hands from my face down my neck to my shoulders and pulled me into a tight hug. I breathed in deeply of her mixed fragrance of sex, and sweat, and left-over traces of perfume. So different than the heavy musk of a boy, and so wonderful. "I love you, my little girl, and there's so much I want to teach you." She released her hug and kneeled up, sliding her hands down my body. "If you want me to." I quickly got up on my knees and got as close to her as I could. I wrapped my arms around her, one around her chest pressing our breasts together, and the other around her waist pressing my clitty to her pussy, even though she was a little taller than me. "I want you to, Mandy. I want you to teach me everything you know, about everything. I told you before I wanted to be just like you, and I still mean it." I was completely serious, because Mandy was my idol, and I really did want to be like her, in every way I could. She wrapped her arms around me and we hugged. She started to kiss my neck, and shoulders, before kissing her way around to my lips. I suckled her tongue into my mouth and lapped at as though it were a little cock. She giggled and broke our kiss but kept us pressed together with her hug. "Such a horny little cunt!" she said. "Of course I'll teach you, baby doll. Just do what I tell you, no questions or complaints, and you'll be just like me in no time." I rested my head on her shoulder and hugged her closer to me, if that were possible. "Thank you, Mandy," I said. "You're my bestest friend, ever." "I love you, too, babe, you're like the little sister I always wished I had." Just then there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in, Mom," Mandy said without releasing me. Rosalyn opened the door and stood in the doorway. She was dressed in a very expensive looking black knee-length skirt and white silk blouse, dark hose, and back stiletto heels. Her make-up was, as always, flawless and made her look so sultry and desirable. My mind flashed with the possibilities, now that I knew I could be with girls that meant, of course, women, too. "Don't you two look precious?" she said, her face breaking into a huge grin. I'd been worried she might be bothered by Mandy and I pressed so close together like that, but I should've known better. She walked in to stand beside the bed. "Been having fun, girls?" Mandy finally released me and got up to give her mother a hug and kiss. "Yeah, Mom, silly Joanne thought she was only for boys, but she knows better now." I sat back on the bed on my heels, but turned slightly to look at them. Rosalyn took a deep breath through her nose and said: "I can tell." She and Mandy laughed, but I only giggled. "There was a phone call from your boyfriend, Joanne. He would like for you to call him. I think he wants to get together." "Thanks, Rosalyn," I said. I looked to Mandy but she shook her head 'no'. I sighed. I didn't like the idea of being mean to Bob, but I had to obey Mandy. I'd promised her I would. "I'll call him later." She looked at Mandy and they shared a sly-looking smile, like they knew something I didn't. "What?" I asked. "Don't worry your fluffy head, babe," Mandy said to me. "Thanks for the message, Mom." She put a hand on Rosalyn's hip, looked up to her face, and smiled. "Joanne is taking my advice about boyfriends." "Good girl," Rosalyn said to me. "You're too young to commit to one guy, and not ready for that big dick of his, like I told you. Just let my Mandy help you get there, and you'll be having all of your Bob that you want." She kissed Mandy on the top of her head. "Will you be staying for supper, dear?" she asked me. "I dunno, Rosalyn," I answered. I looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It was almost six o'clock. "I should probably get home soon." "Mandy tells me you don't have school tomorrow, because you were a bad girl and got suspended." She was smiling broadly. "Why don't you ask your parents if you can stay over tonight? I'm sure you and Mandy could have some more fun, and I'd be happy to fix us all a nice, light supper." "That sounds good, Rosalyn," I said. The idea of spending a night away from home was exciting to me. I'd never stayed overnight anywhere without Mommy around, or without Daddy since we'd come to he with him. My room away from home didn't have a phone. "May I use your phone?" "Of course, doll!" she answered. "There's one in the kitchen and the living room. Help yourself. I'll get started on supper." She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "Let me know what your parents say, hon," she said. She gave Mandy a kiss, too, before she walked out. I watched her ass sway from side to side for the few brief seconds before she was out the door and out of sight. "Wow, Mandy, your mom is so wonderful, and so sexy!" I blurted out. When I realized what I'd said, my hand flew to cover my mouth in embarrassment Mandy just laughed. "I know she is, sweet cheeks," she said. "Don't be embarrassed, you silly girl. You can like girls now, too, remember?" I giggled. "I know, but she's your mom," I said. "So?" she answered. "Look, Joanne, you just gotta get over this shyness and embarrassment crap. You've come so far in less than a week. I know it's hard but you just gotta let go of all that narrow-minded straight shit, okay?" She took my hand and pulled me so I had to get off the bed and stand in front of her, her nipples tickling the tops of my boobies, while mine tickled the underside of hers. "You're my slut now, and if you're gonna be all the slut we both want you to be, then you just can't be embarrassed by anything, ever, not anymore." She turned from side to side as she said that, her stiffened nipples crossing my little boobies as my own stiff, tingling nipples crossed hers. "So what if you like my Mom? It's okay! Okay?" "Okay," I said and giggled. "I better go call Mommy," I said. I saw the flash of annoyance on her face. 'I mean, my Mom." She smiled. I started to gather my clothes to get dressed. "Hey, Joanne, what did I just tell you?" she said. She was looking at me with a serious expression on her face, her hands on her hips. I stood there with my clothes bundled against my chest. It took me a few seconds to realize what she meant. I smiled, and blew a kiss at her as I dropped the clothes to the floor and ran out of the room. I could hear her following, and she gave my naked bottom a quick stinging swat just as I reached the top of the stairs. She chased me down the stairs into their living room, occasionally taking more slaps at my bottom. I ran around the couch a few times, giggling the whole time, and loving the feeling of freedom I felt running around totally naked. I remembered the tingly feeling I'd gotten standing naked next to a fully-clothed Mandy while we'd looked for something for me to wear for our trip to Portland the day before, and how she'd joked about taking me out naked. I pretended to get tired so she would catch up. I bent over a little and stuck my bottom out at her and enjoyed her repeated slaps to my ass. My pussy and nipples were tingling when she stopped spanking me, slid up behind me, and rubbed her moist pussy lips against my bottom cheeks. She wrapped her arms around me, cupped my breasts in her hands and massaged them as she kissed and lightly nipped at my neck and shoulders. I was in heaven, and I reached behind me to slide my hands up and down her soft, smooth sides. I turned in her arms to face her, looked up into her eyes, grabbed the sides of her head, and kissed her with all the tender passion I was feeling. I put my hands on her shoulders and slid them all over her lovely body, finally grabbing her luscious ass and squeezing hard. We kissed like that for what seemed like a long time but had to be only moments, until I heard her mother's voice. "Hey, lover girls," Rosalyn said, laughing. We ignored her and kept kissing until she reminded us of why we were there. "Gonna make that call, Joanne, baby?" she asked. I wanted to keep kissing Mandy, and feeling her wonderfully girly body, and for her to keep touching and caressing me, forever. But I either had to get permission to stay, or I had to go home, so I reluctantly stopped kissing my goddess. Still in her arms I looked around for the phone and saw a tasteful light pink princess-style phone on an end-table. Mandy let me go from her arms and my nipples stiffened in the cool air of the living room, and goose-bumps prickled my skin as I picked up the phone and sat on the couch. I dialed the number for home and waited for the answer. "Hello?" came the sweet tinkling sound of my sister's voice. "Hello, Rita," I said. "This is Joanne, is Mom there?" Mandy whispered in my other ear 'good girl' and I knew it was because I said 'mom' and not 'mommy'. "Hi Joanne!" Rita said. "Where are you?" Rita sounded a little nervous. "I'm at Mandy's house," I replied. "May I please talk to Mom?" "She's asleep on the couch," Rita answered. I knew that 'asleep' meant 'passed out drunk.' Mommy had been doing that a lot the past couple days, but Daddy was falling asleep right after dinner, too. I figured Daddy was just tired from working so much, but I was worried about Mommy drinking so much. I felt a pang of guilt about that, because Mommy had felt so bad about me becoming a slut, and I thought she was blaming herself. I decided when Mommy and I were doing housework on Monday that I would be sure to let her know that nothing was her fault: I was who I was, and it was my choice to be the person I was, a complete slut, for both boys and girls as I now knew. I hoped that would help her feel better and she wouldn't blame herself. If anyone was to blame it was Daddy, but it seemed that he was the one in charge so if he wanted me, then he would have me, but it wasn't Mommy's fault. I loved Mommy and she could never do anything wrong as far as I was concerned. "Where's Daddy?" I asked Rita. "He's asleep, too," she answered. "We had dinner a little while ago. Mommy was acting really weird and couldn't walk or talk so good, but she made us some spaghetti. When are you coming home?" I missed my baby sister but I couldn't go home that night. "I'm staying over at Mandy's tonight," I said. "Please tell Mom and Daddy if they ask about me." I gave Rita Mandy's number. "I'll be home tomorrow," I said. "I miss you, Joanne," Rita said. "I wish I was grown up like you. You seem so happy since your change." I was a little surprised at that, it sounded so adult-like. Rita was only ten years old, but she suddenly seemed so much older right then. "Please don't wish that," I said. I didn't want my sister being like me. The whole point of me becoming a girl, however slutty I was, was so that Daddy wouldn't be with her instead of me, and take away her precious little girl innocence. Girls are better than boys, I'd known and accepted that my whole life, and anything that took away the precious innocence of a little girl was abhorrent to me. "You don't want to be like me," I said. "But you're happy now, more happy than I ever remember," she said. "I want to be happy like you are." I could hear how choked up she was. My chest ached with the realization that my life was hurting my baby sister. "You will be, Rita, you will be, just don't hurry things, okay? I'm not a good girl, I'm a very bad girl, and you don't want to be like me." I was sobbing by the time I said that. The guilt I was feeling then was overwhelming. I felt Mandy wrap her arms around me, and I snuggled into her embrace as I cried. I couldn't live with myself if Rita became slutty like me, and I cursed myself for being tingly thinking about her suckling on a dildo like I'd been doing. "Be a good girl, Rita, always be a good girl!" I cried. "Don't ever try to be like me!" I could hear her crying into the phone. I felt so miserable, and only Mandy's soft, warm hug kept me from hurling the phone across the room, running out all the way home, naked, to give my sister a hug and a kiss. "I'm okay, big sister," Rita said. "I'll be a good girl, I promise. Just come home tomorrow, please?" "I will, baby girl, I will," I said. "I love you." "I love you, too, Joanne," Rita answered. "See you tomorrow." "See ya," I said. The connection broke and I hung up the phone. I clutched the phone to me, wishing it was Rita I was hugging. I started crying all over again, feeling guilty for everything, blaming myself for making my Daddy want me, for letting my family down by not being ready for him, for embarrassing my sister and brother in school, for my Mommy having to deal with the slut I'd become. Mandy held me close the whole time, not saying a word, just holding me while I cried. How could I tell Mandy why I was feeling so bad? I felt sure that if I told her, even though we'd become so intimate, that the reason I was a girl in the first place, instead of the sissy faggot I'd been before my family became Daddy's, was because he wanted to fuck me. She would reject me, or worse: tell someone and that would ruin everything, and Daddy would reject all of us, and throw us on the street and bad-mouth Mommy so she couldn't support us, and then we'd be starving and homeless and worse off than at any time in my up-to-then poverty-stricken excuse for a life. I felt the pain all over my body, and I cried and cried until my voice was hoarse and my eyes were stinging. Finally, after what seemed like hours but I knew was only minutes, I quieted. I put the phone back on the end-table, and leaned over to Mandy, resting my head against hers. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her face was as wet with tears as mine. I kissed a wet cheek, and her nose, and then her lips. She smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. I felt a hand gently touch my naked thigh, and I looked over to see Rosalyn squatted down in front of us. She had a hand on each of us, and her mascara was running down her cheeks from her own tears. "Oh, baby girl, what's wrong?" Rosalyn asked. She kneeled down in front of us and leaned over to hug us both. "Tell me, sweet baby. I can't stand to see you crying." How could I tell her? I didn't want to lie but I couldn't tell her the truth. I thought furiously for a way to answer. "My little sist