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Helping Hands: Mother's Mary Jane Plan By Nylon Disciple When I caught sight of Raja, Kevin and Yoshi off in a corner, sitting by them selves. Looking like the most dejected group I had ever seen. I decided to skip my usual pastime: of watching the girls practice field hockey. And went over and sat down with them saying. "Aren't you a miserable looking lot? What's going on?" Nobody said anything right away. They just kind of looked around sheepish like. Then Yoshi sighed and lifted his pant leg to his knee. What I saw. Didn't strike me: one way or the other. It was simply a smooth leg in nude hose. So what. Raja followed suite. Only his were a rich pink. Then Kevin lifted his saying. "Mine have seams and I'm wearing a fuchsia thong and a white bra." After he looked again to see if the coast was clear. Kevin lifted the side of his T to show me his bra. It was simple and delicate and quite becoming on him. It also looked like it was comfy to wear. But then, it just sort of struck me that way. I didn't really know for sure if it was or not. "Ok -- call me dense. I still don't see why the long faces?" "God Bobby. Aren't you the least bit disgusted with us?" "No Yoshi. Why should I be?" It was Raja. Who finally rescued me: from my brain dead exile. "It's like this Bobby. We're total Swishes. It's actually very hard on us. Not to be able to dress like we want. If we did, it would only lead to greater misery. What with the kids shunning us: for being sissy perverts in their eyes. Not to mention the bullies. Beating us up on a regular basis. They might even rape us for our troubles. And as weird as it sounds, we still have aspirations of acquiring girlfriends. Doughnuts to dollars -- strolling around school all dolled up in skirts and heels. Would put an end to that dream in a hurry." There wasn't much I could say to that. Even though I wanted to be supportive. However. Now that I had been enlightened some: as to their dilemma. I could see another cloud on the horizon. They did not know about yet. "You know coach John is going on sick leave for a good while." They all looked at me like I had gone mental. "I'm getting to it; don't look at me like I've gone crazy. Anyways. The school board has decided. That too many of us are too fat for our own good. And! -- All of us consume: way too much junk. So starting pretty soon, everyone not engaged in an organized activity. Will be taking PE, like it or not." "Holy crap!" Their vote was unanimous. I thought it would be. "But that is not the truly horrible part my swishy comrades. The truly horrible part: for all males with good sense that is. Is that coach Haskell, will be coming in to substitute." Raja was the first to recover after my news of impending doom and mayhem. Not to mention the physical misery it entailed. "But is it for certain? -- The Dark Prince is coming hear." "Like death and taxs my dear friends, something awful comes this way. So, I don't know about you guys. But I intend to find a said activity soon; befor the mad rush sets in." As I got up to go watch the girls, I felt the need to say something positive before I left. "I hope you guys know. You can wear anything you like around me. It even hurts my feelings a little; that you haven't told me about this before now." After I got home from school. I found it hard to get started on my homework. I had one of my books open and things were arranged on my desk. But I could not set myself to reading. There were just too many things spinning around in my head for that. So I gaveup and went into the kitchen to sit with Mother. Thinking that: after I had had a soda and visited with her. I could get started. When I got there. I saw that Mother was up to her usual. She was sitting there reading the paper drinking coffee in her slip and hose. So I gave her a quick hug, grabbed a Zap out of the refrigerateor and sat down with her. I had initially intended to just chitchat with her. But after a couple sips, I decided to enlist her thoughts. They were usaly good ones, even if I did not always follow them. And then I usaly wished I had. "Mother is crossdressing bad, or wrong? Like say, an abomination to what's proper and natural." Mother instantly choked on her coffee. And she had to set it down. Before she burnt herself. "My word honey! What brought that question on? -- You haven't been listening to some: half crazed, televangelist. Have you?" "No Mom. I haven't." "Well that's good. -- To answer your question though. Despite: what many people might say to the contrary, Bobby. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it. In fact, I'm quite displeased with the way they are generally treated. Why do you ask?" "I found out today that the guys are that way. After they told me. They seemed to think: I should hate them. I told them; I did not. And I also told them. That they could wear whatever they wanted to around me. It wouldn't bother me in the least." "Good for you Honey." "It's just that. I wish; I could help them somehow. That's why I asked. They seem to spend most of their time. Locked away in their girl cave, moping and fretting; feeling like outcasts." Mom patted my hand. Then she went back to her paper and coffee saying. "Let me think on it some. Maybe between the two of us: we can come up with something." Thankfully most of the rest of the week went fairly normally. The guys seemed to be in better spirits. And I was able to watch; the girls frolic at field practice, from beginning to end. The one thing I did manage to do though was. Even though it was like pulling teeth at first. At Wednesday lunch. I was able to elicit their respective tastes in girl's wear. Yoshi had marked preference for things Japanese. Manga, Cosplay, French maid, Lolita, you name it. Just about anything. That would appeal to cross-dressers in Japan. Go figure. Raja's mostly revolved around updated traditional things: from the near and far past. Apparently his mother made them for him and his sisters. I thought that was kind of cool. That she would do that for him. Kevin's was Schoolgirl and hot girly girl. What most people would consider Sex Kitten or felony material. Fact was. As I listened to them, I could see that they would wear. Essentially anything. That was cute, sexy or exotic in the feminine arena. Thursday was the same old same old. And I was still no closer to any thoughts: on how I might help them. Friday started out the same and went the same, until I got home from school. Mother was waiting for me on the sofa. Drinking coffee in her pantyhose and slip. "Good you're home. I think. I have come up with something Bobby. That is, if you'll do it." "Really? What is it? I was beginning to think. That about all I could do, is be supportive." "First promise me you won't get angry." "I promise Mom. Now what is it?" Mother finished her coffee. Then she lead me into her bedroom. When we got there. I saw that there was a dress bag, shoeboxes and various other female packages, lying on her bed. Presumably waiting for me. So I asked. "Cross-dressing? That's your plan?" "Now hear me out. Before you say anything Honey." "Believe me Mother, I'm all ears." "Well it is like this. What I think they really need. Is to be pushed out into the public: so that they can start coming to terms with themselves. I thought if we dolled you up. Leaving no stones unturned. You could use it as leverage. To get them to the mall or some place like that." "Isn't that sort of like throwing them into the fireplace, Momy dearest?" "A bit. But they need to develop confidence. And a touch of, screw you if you don't like it, attitude. Unfortunately they can't get that by hiding. You have to go out and take your lumps. Besides it will be an opportunity for you to understand them better. Plus, it won't hurt you, to have a greater appreciation for the feminine world. I think Mom expected me to be more recalcitrate to her plan. Because when I said straight away, "Ok. Let's give it a try." She looked both pleased and surprised by my quick acquiescence. "Just a couple of things Mother, before we move on. Do you think it wise? To herd them into the mall. Where they might be recognized early on." "I think North Avenue will be safe enough Bobby. Sunny Side opens tomorrow. The kids will be flocking there like flys on a cow patty. It has a large gaming center. Plus numerous shops, dedicated to young females." "Ok, I can see how that will probably work Mother. But if I turnout to look like a goof in a dress, we'll have to think of something else." "No problem Honey. I'm not going to send you out looking bad." Relieved of that worry, I went over and gave the packages the once over. After a few moments of doing that however, I had some questions popup. "Seamed pantyhose Mother?" "Believe me. They'll look good on you. And they will look nice with the dress I picked out." "This bra is nothing more than a wisp of a thing. I suppose by that. You're not planning on padding me out." "No Hun. It's for show more than anything else." "Why two pairs of shoes?" "Ballet flats for around the house. Ballet pumps for the mall." It was evident that mother had everything in hand. So rather than persisting, I moved straight to the nitty-gritty. "Ok. So how do we proceed?" "Tonight we will do the prep work. That way in the morning, all we will have to do. Is put your makeup on and get you dressed." Mother hadn't been kidding about the prep work. There was the deforestation from the nose downward; Plus the removal of any rough places on me, with Pretty Hands & Feet. Not that I had much or many to begin with. There was the shaping and buffing of nails. Followed by two coats of orangey red nail polish. However the real work seemed to go into my hair. I thought she would never stop scrubbing at it. Then she fluffed at it, while she held a blow dryer to me, for what I felt to be an inordinate amount of time. After that -- I guess it wasn't really all that much of an ordeal after all. She turned me around to face her and held up a comb and scissors saying. "Now we are going to shape it into a rounded Page. It's what's going to suit you best. In fact you'll be stunning. But I'm afraid you'll catch some flack over it at school though. It's either that, or cut it short later." "I am not cutting my hair short Mother! If they don't like it -- that's too bad. Besides it's not like guys haven't worn them before." "It's going to be quite feminine when I get done Honey." "I don't care. I am not cutting my hair short Mother." "So be it. Let's get started then, shall we." Later. When Mom had finished doing everything: that she could think of doing to me. I stood in front of the floor mirror; checking out her handy work; while she sat on the bed waiting for my verdict. It was not long in coming either. "Mom! Am I right in thinking; that I came out looking pretty good? Or am I deceiving myself?" "Honey you look wonderful. Wait until you are dressed. You'll be amazing. No one's going to know you're not a girl, unless they know you. --- I kind of have a little surprise for you now. I hope you won't be angry with me." Turning away from the mirror to look at her. I said, "I won't be angry." Then I turned halfway back to the mirror asking. "Do I have a girl's butt Mother? Or is it just my imagination?" "Yes. I would say that you do. But it looks good on you. So don't fret over it any." Then she opened up a box and handed me something. When I held it out. I saw that it was a translucent pinkish Baby Doll. I must say. Even though it was skimpy, it wasn't skimpy on the nylon-frilled edging. "I suppose you want me to wear this nightie tonight." "If you would Honey, I think it will put you in the right frame of mind for tomorrow." "If you say so Mom." Then I held it up to me and looked into the mirror. "Is there anymore to it? It only goes down to my hips." "There are some panties, stockings and arm hose. -- Here." After I put the top on. I took the matching panties from Mom and wriggled into them. Then I sat on the bed with her and put on the frilly toped stockings. As I did that, I couldn't help but admire how delicious they felt going on. After I tugged and fussed their tops into place. I ran my hands up and down them: caressing them further into place. They were the first bit of hosiery; that I had ever had on. And I found that I rather liked them. Then I stood up and looked in the mirror again. While Mom tugged at the tops of my stockings at the back of my legs. When she was satisfied with them. She stood up and helped me put on the opera gloves. She was right: when she had called them hose. They were much more like stockings for the arms than opera gloves. Once I had those on. I soon found myself touching and caressing myself, while I turned this way that; admiring the image portrayed in the mirror. When I caught myself doing this; realizing what I had been up to. I turned to Mom saying. "God! Mother! -- If you are not careful. You're going to end up: turning me into one of the guys." She laughed at that saying. "I don't suppose that would be the end of the world." Then she reached back into the box saying. "Here. Let's try the robe and slides now." The robe wasn't much longer than the Baby Doll and no heavier either. The slides were high-heeled hot pink things with bows. And the moment that I slipped my foot into the first one, I practically quivered with delight. I just loved the way they felt going on. And I relished the way they looked; on my hose clad feet with painted nails. "Gad Mother! I think I'm starting to like this." Then I indicated my plumped peter: to illustrate my point. "Honey. What's not to like. Besides these kinds of things, are designed to elicit sensuality. So don't worry about it. -- Now why don't you go in and watch some television. While I pick up and get ready for bed." That night I had the weirdest dream. It was about these vampires. Each time they bit you. They sucked a little more of the boyness out of their victims. So all the guys, including me, spent their time trying to avoid them. Unfortunately: all too many of the girls; were their familiars. And they used them to trap us. Thankfully I woke up, just as five familiars cornered me in the house of females. After my eyes popped open. For a minute or so. I didn't want to move out from under the covers. Then I wormed my way around and looked under the bed. Much to my relief, the coast was clear. However I still felt like if I had any sense at all. I would stayaway from alabaster skined females with deep red lips. When I finally worked up the nerve to go to the kitchen and eat. Mother was already there. Busy making toast and poaching eggs. "Good, you're up. After you eat Honey. Go take a shower. Then we will get you madeup and dressed. Then -- you can put the bite on your swishy companions." "Please mother; don't say bite." Even after eating and showering. I was still not all that functional, while Mother adjusted my bra. So I had a tendency to zone out: all through that part, to a comfortable nonthinking state. However: when Mother started to open up the package of pantyhose. For some reason or other, this excited me. So by the time I sat down to put them on. I was about seventy percent lucent. From then on, without being conscious of it, I must have made quite a show of putting them on. Because not long after that. Mother exclaimed. "Bobby! You have a hosiery fetish!" What she had said. Didn't really register with me. I had been too absorbed in what I was doing. So I stopped in the act of putting on the second leg and looked at her asking. "What was that Mother?" "Bobby darling. You have a hosiery fetish." Blinking a time or two. I then went back to what I was doing saying. "I'm sorry Mom." "There's nothing to be sorry for Honey. I was taken; by surprise is all. -- It's now clear to me; from now on, we'll have to see to it: that you have plenty to choose from." "You might be right Mom. -- Now that you have said that. It seems to me that. I have always been very conscious; of what the girls were wearing on their legs, from anklets to whatever. It's one of the first things I look for. I just never thought of it as a hosiery fetish before. Anyway. As nice as it would be: to have scads to choose from. I do not think. I will need all that many for what I'm doing. Besides they'ed only go to waste." "Honey, are you of the notion? That you are only going to have to do this once." "Actually Mom. I was thinking: that if I got them out. And they had a good time. They might carry the ball from there." "No Hon. - If we are lucky, I think it is going to be more like three or four times. -- Don't worry about it though. We're going to have to play that part by ear." Thirty minutes later. Mother had me standing in front of the mirror again. With my makeup done, my seams straight and my Ballet pumps on. Plus a wide black choker snugged gently around my neck. To say that: I was feeling quite fem, while she turned me this way and that, fussing at me. Would have been an understatement. What held my attention though: wasn't my swishy mood. Or Mother looking me over, but my makeup. So while she was preoccupied with doing her thing. I took the opportunity: to check it out. It was defiantly dangerous looking, dark eye makeup with bright red lipstick. The only problem was. I could not decide. If I just liked it. Or whether I really, really liked it. Before I came to a decision on my makeup though. Mother said, "Let's slip on your dress now." I was about to ask her what she had said. When it registered and I said, "Ok." Smiling she patted me on the butt. Then she went over and started to take the dress out of the dress bag. As she was doing that, a thought occoured to me while I was watching her. Which explained some things, if true. So I said, somewhat submissively. Wanting to know whether I was right or not. "Mother -- I think your using this to Barbie doll me." "Just a little bit Honey. Do you mind?" "I suppose not. Not really." "That's good Barbie Darling. Because; I'm having way too much fun, to want to stop. Anytime soon, that is." "Very funny Mother: changing my name to Barbie. -- Aren't you the slightest bit repentant?" Mother didn't say anything to that. Instead she held the dress up to me and said. "Oh! Yeah!" Thus my question was answered. The dress was a sumptuous light gray knit, with long arms. Which you gathered up: to put your thumbs through holes in the cuffs. It had a generous plunging cowl neckline. With a sweater cuff hem, that only thought about going to the knees. Once I had it on, even though it was absolutely luscious to wear. I kept trying to work it down my legs some. Which prompted Mother to say. "Stop that Bobby. Your hem is fine where it is." "Mom. This dress and everything feels wonderful. I can see why the guys are so infatuated with cross-dressing. But don't you think it is a tad short?" "No, it's just right. We want to show off thoes gorgeous leggs of yours. I also think it will enhance your leverage over the boys." The die was cast. I could see that. So I changed topics. Turning to the mirror, I fingered my dress saying. "This dress feels like it was expensive Mother." "Bobby. You don't think. I would send you out, for the first time. In something cheap looking do you. Besides. After school and on the weekends, you can wear it around the house for me. You'll get plenty of use out of it." Mom then handed me a black slouchy purse saying. "Ok. We're finished here. Why don't you call the boys now. And start the blackmailing." "I don't care Yoshi. ------- Listen up; I've gone to a great dell of trouble. And I want all three of you there, all prettied up and cute. Don't you dair try skimping on anything either. ------ It doesn't matter what kind of trouble. ---- No. --------- Again. No. ------ What do you think we are going to do? We're going to windowshop. ----- Wringing your hands: won't change anything. We are going to shop for cute things, for you three. Period. ---- Listen Guys. I expect to see you, at the mall bench. In precisely one hour. If not, I will out you at school. Think about that. I think you'll see the wisdom in being there. ----- Yes, I know you do. You'll get over it. -- By now, we'll see you there." I hung up the phone. Then exhaled in relief. "Gad that was a chore Mother." Mother had been listening to the whole thing from the kitchen table, sipping coffee. "I sounded like it Honey. Did you twist their arms enough to get them there?" "They'll be there. Even though right at this moment. They hate me: like a preacher hates porn." Mother took a sip. Then stood up with her coffee saying. "Well. -- Now that that has been taken care of, follow me into the living room. And I will give you some pointers on walking and dealing with that dress in public. Then I will drop you off at North Avenue." As I walked in the mall's front doors, mixing with people coming and going. I realized something for the first time. The fact that I did not worry about what people thought about certain things. Gave me a certain power; that I needed to be careful with. I also realized something else too, while I was moving in and amongst the shoppers milling about the entrance hall. I was rather looking forward; to seeing what it was like: to shop like a female. "Tiffany. Who's that girl? Have you seen her before? It seems like I know her from someplace." Tiffany sighed disappointedly, "There is nothing here Melissa." Then she turned away from the blouse rack. To look in the direction Melissa was indicating. After a moment of not being sure, she took out a pair of opera glasses from her purse and looked again. "Ha. I thought so. -- You ought to know her Melissa. That's Bobby." "Bobby? -- Here give me thoes spyglasses." After a moment Melissa confirmed Tiffany's finding. "You're right Tiffany. That's Bobby all right. All squeeze toyed. -- What do you think he is doing?" "How should I know Melissa? He's probably here burning daylight: like the rest of us." "What? Dressed up like a hot date." Tiffany shrugged, "Apparently so. If you are so curious, why don't you go ask him?" "What? - No way! - I want to see what he gets up to." "Gad Melissa. I can see that this is going to be an interesting day. What with you dogging him; like a Pinkerton man." With nothing to do, while I sat there waiting for the guys to show up. I ended up staring at a pair of shoes in the window across the way. They posed an interesting dilemma for me. The degree of which, I hadn't truly run into before. I could not decide whether I liked them or not. Even listing their good and bad points did not help. So I gave up on that and looked at my watch. Ten minutes till doomsday. That was good. Any minute now they should show up. If they didn't get here by then, I had decided. I'd wait ten more minutes, to give them a chance. Then I would head home and plan something wicked for them. Fortunately I was saved from that uncomfortable prospect: by the comforting sound of girl shoes approaching. Looking up, I saw that it was my victims all right. Yoshi was wearing a black and white Lolita. With white stockings, black- strapped Getas and a frilly white headband. Raja had on. What looked like a cross between a Kimono and a Sari, in red, with a multi-colored native African looking print. Only it was much shorter with a full skirt. His hot pink pantyhose and jeweled sandals. More than went well with it. As I kind of figured he would be. Kevin was basically an advertisement: for under age sex. With his cropped white sailor top, and short white pleated skirt and light petticoat. With that he had on, over the knee white opaque stockings with black lace garters, a black choker and black-strapped Getas like Yoshi. When they recognized me. Their eyes popped wide open and they scurried right up to me. Yoshi was the first to find his voice saying. "Holy crap! So this is what you ment by: a great dell of trouble." "That's right." "Dammit I want something different. Something unusual. I'm tired of the same old same old." Melissa turned away from her spying to see what Tiffany was talking about. The skirt she was looking over. Was cute. But Tiffany was right. It wasn't all that different. "Why don't you have: your mother, make you something then? She sews like gangbusters." "She hasn't been in the mood lately, for some reason." Tiffany then rehung the skirt saying. "So what's the slobber toy up to?" "He's talking to some girls." "Details. Melissa. Remember. I'm not the one with the spyglasses." "I don't know who they are. I don't recognize them." "Let me see then." As soon as Tiffany lined up the glasses, she felt another heat flash surge through her. Forcing more moisture into her panties. Causing her to reach up under her skirt to touch herself. "Melissa. Are you ready for this?" Sensing that Tiffany was about to drop something yummy. Melissa quickly looked about. Then put three fingers to her slot. Then grabbed Tiffany's bum saying. "I'm ready. What do you see?" "The first thing I can see. Is that we need to get your eyes checked out or something. Second. The one to the left, in the Lolita, is none other than: sweet little Yoshi boy. The dark sugar next to him; is Raja." They both began to grind at themselves in earnest then. So it was a second or two. Before Melissa asked breathlessly. "And the other one?" "Can't tell Melissa. Gorgeous legs, is blocking my view. -- I sure do like thoes seamed pantyhose on him. I could just fuck the snot out of him. Of course, I would let you wear him out first. Just a second, hold on. -- Oh yea! The other one is Kevin. With dog ears and fuck me right here and now makeup." "So now that we have talked it over Guys. What's your poison?" They did not say anything for a moment. Then Raja said. "Sense you are dead set, on throwing all four of us, to the wolves. I would like to go to Sexy Legs." Then Kevin said. "How's about going to Beautiful Bellies then Tenth Avenue after that?" "You guys want to go to a, I'm knock-up, derss shop?" All three of then nodded. "So be it. -- Lead on fellow travelers." "Take your hand out of your panties Melissa. They're on the move. -- If I get the chance. I think I'll drag Kevin off and rape him. Then I will rape sweet little Yoshi. Then I will torture Raja with sex, until he passes out." "Tiffany! You're a virgin!" "I won't be after I rape them." "What about Bobby?" "I figure you can turn him into jelly: all on your own Melissa. Of course if there is anything left, and you want to share. Then I would only be too happy to." When we first entered Sexy Legs. The guys wanted to huddle together out of trepidation. But nylon addiction soon had us separated in a quest for satisfaction. I myself was not immune to this. I glutted myself like the others. Going from place to place, fondling anything of interest. As it was, it wasn't long. Before I ran across two things. I eventually could not leave behind. I tried to pass them up. I tried telling myself. I had no use for them. That they would only go to waste if I got them. But none of that worked. So I finally said to myself, screw it, and got them. One of them was a three pack: of coarsely knitted tights. Something like what you would get. If you crossed a hand made shawl with fishnets. The other: was a package of panties and stay-ups. The panties were a translucent, lavender and pink pastel flower print. The stockings were white; with pink bows on the sides of the welts. In the end, all of us were happily clutching packages when we left. Oddly enough, the belly shop had many things of interest. And we lingered there longer than I would have imagined. While we were there, I managed to get several cell photos of the Guys. Thinking that they might come in handy later on. Then we were off for Tenth Avenue. Tenth Avenue turned out to be a smorgasbord. That did more, to set the Guys free. Than anything else we had done so far. When we got to the Young Miss department. They went into a total meltdown of: I'm not a boy, mode. Thus they hit the racks with a sort of sissy zeal. That was positively disgusting. Not that I didn't follow suite. I was just a touch more aloof about it at the start. But that changed. When I came across a dress. That put a bit of excitement into me. It was black. Which at least to me meant. I could wear any color and or any kind of hose; that I wished to with it. It had a Kimono Gi short-sleeved tailored bodice; that flared at the waist into a box pleat skirt. There was no way. I was going to leave the store without it. So I draped it over my arm, and continued on with the hunt. This time: with a little more fervor to my step. As time went on: rather than losing my zest. I became more determined to find something else. That determination was payed for in spades. When I came across my next find; that I wasn't going to leave Tenth Avenue without. It was a camouflage, sleeveless shirttop dress, with a full circle skirt. That was adorned with epaulets and pockets of every make and kind. As I draped it over my arm with the other one, I could see only one drawback with the both of them. When I got home. Mother would more than likely use them as an excuse. To Barbie doll the snot out of me, every chance she got. As luck would have it, when I turned to head toward the mirrors to join Raja, who was looking over a skirt there. I ran smack dab into Melissa and Tiffany. Who had been working their way up the same aisle I had been. Of course luck chose to desert me completely at that point. And they immediately recognized me. "Oh. - Hi Bobby. I see you found some things. Tiffany and I thought we had seen you, Raja, Yoshi and Kevin earlier. We were going to see what you were up to. But we lost track and you disappeared on us." Then Tiffany said. "We haven't seen you out shopping before. Do you usually shop somewhere else?" Not knowing if I was looking at a train wreck or not. I decided that being phoney about things: was probably a bad idea. So I said. "No. This is our first time out. I just found out recently, that my friends prefer feminine attire. So I took it upon myself, to drive them out of their hidey-hole. It was Mother's idea to meet them halfway. And I must say. Cross-dressing has been rather fun so far. If things don't turn into a mess down the road, I'll probably want to Jane-out with the guys now and then." Surprisingly the girls didn't seem shocked by any of this. Evidenced by what Tiffany said next. "That's cool. I hope they appreciate your efforts." Then she looked over at the guys saying. "Let's go see what they have found. I haven't found anything all day, so far. Maybe they have had more luck." When Guys woke up to the fact. That their safety zone; had been penetrated by two cute girls. Representing too much to hope for. They froze like rabbits: caught in the moving headlights of doom. However. Before things had a chance to turn from an awkward moment, into a freeway pileup. Tiffany went right up to Raja saying. "I love that skirt. It would be great: for wearing around the house: with a tube-top and foot jewelry. You wouldn't even need to wear panties with it. You could go commando." Then she looked at Kevin saying. "Oh -- that's cute. Why don't you go try it on? So we can see what it looks like." Poor Kevin was frozen there. Holding something white, gauzy and diminutive. I don't think he knew what to do, until Tiffany added. "If you need help Kevin, holler out. And I will come and help you." Kevin's first reaction after that; was to look at me. As if to say, what have you gotten us into. Then he headed for the dressing rooms. In the mean time Melissa had gone up to Yoshi. And had taken the lightly petticoated full slip; he had been holding. And was holding it up to him. Looking him and it over with an appraising eye. Poor Yoshi's eyes were as big, and his face was as pink, as a young girl's, that had just stumbled onto her parents humping on the sofa. "This is nice Yoshi. It's yummy sheer. What are you going to wear it with?" Yoshi gave me a quick glance. That said everything that Kevin's had. Then he said hesitantly. "I -- wasn't planing on wearing it under anything. -- I was thinking about wearing it around the house. With pantyhose and ribboned ballet slippers." "Gosh! I like that idea Yoshi. Show me where you got this. I think I will do the same thing." The shoping trip went well after that. The girls inserted themselves smoothly into our little group of mall rats. And the guys rapidly reverted from rabbits, back into predatory dress shoppers. It wasn't until later on. After the girls had left us to go downtown, to visit with Melissa's uncle; that the cold feet started to show up again. There wasn't much I could do about that. Except to tell them. I did not think the girls were going to say anything. Privately I thought that was only a matter of time though. But there was no way. I was going to tell them that. It would be like putting a time bomb in their laps. When I got home that afternoon. Mother looked over my acquisitions. While I told her what happened, blow by blow. Afterwards. I thought seriously about taking my dress off for a while and taking a nap. However. Mother put an end to that notion. When she looked at her watch saying. "Good. We have lots of time. Put on your flats and grab your purse. I want to go to Coa's. You can look for videos. While I look for some things." As far as I was concerned, going to Coa's, was as good as taking a nap. The fact that Mom was fixing to drag me off in skirts; didn't deter me at all. Never the less, I felt. I needed to say some things. So while I slipped on my flats. I brought up a couple of points. "Mother. I can see that you are planing on treating me: like an all- purpose child, from now on. Which does not bother me. But what I do not want. Are any things, like blind dates cropping up, most especially with guys --- cute or otherwise." Mother laughed at that. "Honey! I would never do that to you. Besides you're too young for that sort of dating. You're only thirteen. But you are right. Now that I have seen how nice you can look, and since you are not troubled by it. I do plan on keeping you in skirts a good deal. Anyways. You're way too cute. To be allowed to run around all the time in drab. -- On the score of dating though. The only thing, I had in mind. I thought you might object to: Is some cheesecake photography." Standing up, I smoothed down my hem a bit. Then I snatch my purse up from off the bed saying. "I can live with that Mother, let's go." Coa's inhabits this huge comfortable old building. To say that it is inviting. Is to do it little justice. Quite simply, it is a candy store for the mind and soul: a sanctuary, rather than a business. It's filled with books and videos, of every make and kind. Then as if that weren't enough: it is stuffed with things from around the world. As soon as Mom and I made it inside, I took a deep breath of cerebral adventure and was rearing to go. Then I asked Mother. Where she was headed off to first. "I'm going to the adult section Honey. Uncle Jake told me something a cople of days ago. And I want to see if it is true or not." "He probably told you that: to see if he could make you look Mother." "I know Honey. Even so, I want to find out. -- I'll leave a pass for you at the door. Incase you need to find me." "Aren't you afraid? That I will turn into some kind of odious sex fiend. If I go in there, Mother." "Don't be silly Darling. Now go have fun." Then Mother was off, leaving me to my own devices. So I quickly beat a path to the central counter. Where I planed on getting a pair of Coa footies. Those of a certain mind set, habitually wore them around the store. It was one of the icons of Coa's. I collected them like some people collect comics. Now that my horizons had been opened up. I was looking to broaden my stash. Almost as soon as I got there, I saw the ones I wanted. Black with balck bows with Coa's stitched in gold on the bows. It didn't take me long after that, to change over and put my flats in my bag. Then I was off to Sci-Fi heaven. After a good deal of poking around in the new area, I drifted toward my ultimate goal. The back rooms; where the old offerings were kept. Eventually. I made it to my favorite room, where replicas of movie robots were displayed. When I entered. One of the Coa girls was there straightening up. They wear black satin costumes. Reminiscent of what the Cigarette Girl's used to wear. With eye catching hosiery and cute shoes or footies. Almost instantly I was plagued with the notion of becoming one. Not only that, but I had a devil of a time. Keeping my eyes off her vivid red tights. Finaly after some effort on my part; I was able to turn most of my mind to the task at hand. Namely finding old serials and element X movies. Despite my hopes to the contrary, it didn't look too good there for a while, until I ran across some boxes under a table. There was no way I was going to bendover and look through them. Not in this dress. So I made myself comfortable on the floor: thinking that would be the best way to go about it. As I started to go through the first box, the girl began vacuuming. Which would have normally made me as sleepy as all get out. Except that I was already hitting upon one thing after the other of interest: such as Radar Men from the Moon, The Fiendish Doctor Xor and The Under Sea Kingdom. So between the subtle vibrations and the bookwormish perfume the Hoover brought to the air. I was feeling quite content. Later. While I was agonizing over which video I wanted most. The girl squatted down in front of me asking. "Are you finding anything you like Hon?" Looking up. I said, "Lots and lots." Then my words got stuck where they were. The way her legs were splayed, along with her short dress. I could see right up her skirt to her smooth pussy. Beautifully nestled in her red tights. The tights were just light enough: to let a touch of skin color through. Making everything all the more wonderful. I suppose I should have looked away, right away. Instead, I blushed like a kid caught in the act. Thankfully she came to my rescue though. "It's all right to look Honey. Thst's what we're here for. Eye candy. I'm afraid Coa is a naughty old man. I should know. He's my Dad." Somewhat surprised I said. "Even for the girls too?" "What? You think we haven't drug some pretty little thing off a time or two. And put the tongue to her. Because she showed some interest." Blushing even further I said. "Gosh! That's so naughty! --- It does sound like fun though." Smiling she said. "You would: you -- swishy little thing. You're practically a lipstick yourself." Taken from behind a bit, I asked. "What makes you think I am a Lezie-jane?" "I've seen you around in boy mode. Your name is Bobby. Right?" I nodded. "My name is Angela by the way. I have noticed; that you only have an eye for the girls, especially for the pregie ones. Since you are obviously quite comfortable in skirts. I figure you must be a petticoat boy, with a taste for the poontang." "Dam! And here I was. -- Kind of toying with the idea of being a Coa Girl. I guess that's out." "What makes you say that Hon?" "Well -- you don't want guys do you. I was thinking I passed well enough to get away with it for a time. But since you know, I guess I won't be able to do that." "Don't be misled by preconceptions Bobby. We have had several boys in the past. It's just that. Over the past few years, most of them have gravitated to the Maid Caf?s and the unisex dress shops; that are popping everywhere. They're turning out to be quite the competition. So if you decide you want to try. Come in and see me, and I will help get you sorted out. Keep in mind though, while you are at it. Dad doesn't like to work kids more than four or five hours a week Sunday afternoons. Between twelve and eight." With that said she stood up. Without really thinking about it, I reached over and caressed one of her legs as she did so. Saying. "Gosh. I love those tights. Where did you get them?" "I got them at Girly Girls and Girly Boys. My boyfriend works there. They're called Hot Visions." Then she pointed at the box saying. "By the way, that's twenty dollars a box. Not each." Angela had made my video day. So with a good deal of relish, I wiggled my way to the main desk; and left the box there, to pick up later. Then I went and sat down outside the adult section. Since my appetite was pretty much stated for the present. I was now left with the prospect. Of either: sitting on the couch where I was, killing time waiting for Mom. Or go inside the Forbidden Zone and look for her. While I debated this, I amused myself: by nibbling on a fingertip with my legs pressed together. It was a good thing I was in public. I was getting to where I simply adored nylon-clad legs. Otherwise I would have made a show of myself. As it was, I made do: with softly fingering my yarn encased legs, while I held them gently smooshed together. My mind though: was made up for me about five minutes later. When I noticed that I had picked up an admirer. Out of the corner of my eye. I could see that he was working himself up to make contact. So rather than sitting there, waiting for him to come over and turn into an octopus. I got up and went to the adult desk. Picked up my pass from the girl there and went in side Verboten Land. I though at first, I would try averting my eyes from things around me. And focus on finding Mother. Otherwise, I knew damn well. I would get bogged down in this forbidden fruit stand. But that didn't work for very long. The temptations were too great; the fruit was too ripe. So I ended up prodding myself along. Whenever I caught myself lingering. What realy brought me to a stop though: was a rack of fuck me dresses. After I had started looking through them though. It quickly became apparent to me; that: they weren't fuck me dresses after all. They were fuck me 'Right here and now' dresses. While I was going through them, totally absorbed in their naughtiness. Wanting almost everything I came across. Mother came up behind me and patted me on the butt. Startled; I spun around, to find her standing there; rather than some young guy. Or. God forbid: some odious old lecher. "Gad! Mother! You scared the bugger out of me. I thought you were a guy getting fresh with me." "My goodness Honey -- don't be so skittish. I just came over to tell you; that I will be over there, in the breeding and pregnancy section. I'm not finding what I am looking for. So it will be a while yet before we can leave." Mother then took one of the offerings off the rack and looked it over. Then she held it up to me saying. "These are sexy. Why don't you pick out two or three. You can wear them around the house for me. When you are done, come over and help me look. Oh -- and don't worry about shoes. I've got several sexy ones at home for you. That is, unless you see some you can't live without." Then Mother gave me a juicy peck on the forehead, handed me the skimpy thing and was off. Apparently she had done more shopping for me than I had realized. Which left me wondering about. What sorts of things she might have already set aside for me. Shrugging, I turned back to the rack. It didn't really matter to me. As far as I was concerned: the girlier the better. Still. I did take pause for a second. Thinking, "Man! Who would have thought it. -- One night in a nightie, and one day in a dress. And. Bam! Marry Jane swishy boy Bobby." When it came time to help Mom. I hedged some; while I stood outside the section she was in. The Problem was. I had a pregnancy fetish something horrible. And except for Angela. I did not think anyone suspected it. And I kind of wanted to keep it that way. Finally, after the pressure to move on built up sufficiently. I said to myself, "Enough of this. I'll just have to steel myself: like I did at the belly shop. Hopefully I will get away with it again." Despite my desires to the contrary: as soon as I came upon Mom looking through videos on a display table. I found myself unburdening myself to her. "Mom. I don't know how much help I will be. I'm sorry to say, that I rather fancy the pregs. So I'm going to have a hard time keeping my mind on things. To say nothing: of the awful woody. I will probably get." "Honey -- don't worry about it, you'll be fine. It's good to hear that you have an advantageous attitude though. " "If you say so Mom. --- What are we looking for anyway? You never said." "Prepare yourself for a revelation Honey. When Jake called last Thursday. He told me. About seven months ago, he had six black bulls from the Rainbow Club. Come to a motel room, the Club uses, and knock Anne and Joyce up with Negro babies. Not only that. But he made a video of the entire thing and distributed it." "Geez Mom! -- Isn't uncle Jake? Suppose to be the one who knocks auntie Anne up. And what's he doing? Getting poor Joyce, pumped-up as well." "Well Honey. It's like this. Jake, Anne and Joyce get up to all sorts of things together. They have been sex partners for years. This is only their latest thing. If Jake wasn't pulling my leg that is." Before mother could say anything further. Two and two came together. Brought on by the new information. And I remembered something; that I hadn't put much stock in at the time. "Oh my! -- Here. Hold these Mother. I'll be right back." Then I scurried off to the adult entrance. When I got there. I went straight to one of the display shelves. Marked New Releases. And snatched a video off it. The woman on the front of it did look like it could be Anne all right. However her hair was too much in the way to make a positive ID. When I turned it over. Sure enough I was right in my suspicions. On the back was a picture of Jake standing between Anne and Joyce. Both of the girls were busy being pregnant. Going straight back to Mom, I handed it to her saying. "Here's your smoking gun Mother. I glanced at it coming in. But I was too busy keeping my eyes averted to give it much scrutiny." Mother took it from me saying. "My goodness. I hope I haven't raised you to be somewhat prudish somehow." "No Mom. It's nothing like that. I've just been trying to avoid taking all day and embarrassing myself while I'm at it. Unfortunately seeing Anne and Joyce near naked and naughty pregnant was too much for me." Pointing downward, I indicated my tented sweater dress. "Not to worry Darling. We'll take care of that, straight away." Before we left, Mother took me over to the out and out gay area. You know, hairy muscular guys with bur haircuts corn-holing. That did the trick. In no time, I was as flat as an inner tube; form the nineteen twentys. By the time we got home. After stuffing ourselves at Chilidog Express. I was beginning to feel done in. It had been a long day of social experiment and adventure. So it wasn't long. Before the notion of making an early night of it started to appeal to me. Point of fact, I didn't even make it to the living room couch. Before I said to Mother. "Do you mind awfully; if I go up and go to bed now? I'm not really worn out. It's just that snuggling up in bed seems like a pleasant idea." "That sounds like a good idea Pumpkin. I have lots of things planned for tomorrow. So a good night's sleep will do you good. We'll see you in the morning then. Oh -- and don't forget to lotion up well after you shower." When I went to put my nightie on. After taking my makeup off and showering. I came across something new: lying on top of the one from last night. It was a black semi opaque tank top leotard, with a plunging back and lacey leg openings. The top had a faux tie back: similar to a halter-top. Under that, were matching arm and leg hose. Under those was a note saying. "Don't forget the bows. They snap onto the welts at the sides of the stay-ups. Wear the choker. I want you to get used to them. They look good on you. Nightie night: and sweet dreams." Once I had it on. I discovered that it was sheerer than I had originally thought. Plus it plunged clear down to the crack of my ass. It certainly didn't leave all that much to the imagination. That's for sure. After that, I took my time in putting the arm and leg hose on. This was something that could not be rushed. It was simply too yummy for that. When I was finished with tugging everything into place. I took a look in the mirror. The tie back I noted. Made me look more pookie chested than ever. In the past, I would have bent every effort in ignoring them. But now, rather than wanting my perky tits to go away, I found I was quite pleased with them. "Nothing like a day in skirts to change one's perspective. A, Bobby dearest." That night. My dream was on the unusual side again for me. I was a sissy Bush Pilot. Flying around in a hot pink Peter Cub, looking for feminine treasure. My ultimate goal, as I flew from desert to jungle and back again, was to find the Master Sissy Key. With that powerful talisman in my hands, I could once and for all. Rid the world of pants. Making it a world of beautiful females and shemales. I had already acquired the Ring of Piper. With it, I had summoned girls and boys from all over to my compound. There with a touch, I had changed them into happy well-behaved sissies. Of course, I was not without detractors. One of them being, The Martin Gospel Church of Holyness, dedicated to preserving the righteous male world. Another one. Which was even more strident, was Lu's Home Warehouse. Just one of the many corporations working hand in hand with the Chinese, to send millions into poverty and thousands to slave factories. So that men that were too rich to begin with, could be even richer. As a whole, I called them: The Reich of Misery. Nazis. Devoted to eradicating skirt-thinking peoples everywhere. What woke me; was a sequence in the dream. Where I was trapped at the bottom of a crevasse with a Tango tribesman. His price for helping me to get out was naked, doggy style satisfaction in the sand. In the dream, when he stobbed his foot long midnight tool into me. I shouted out, dribbled then squirted in ecstasy. In bed, my eyes popped open and I sat bolt upright. After a moment or two of reliving the action. I shuddered and put the image behind me saying. "God. I hope that doesn't happen. Being fucked in the sandy dirt; like some slutty homo." When I went to get up. I noted that Mother had set out a pair of high- heeled black patent leather slides and a white silk robe for me. So I stepped into them and slipped on the robe. Then after a good look in the mirror I went downstairs to eat. On the way I tentatively went over various things I wanted to do with the guys and their probable timetables. When I got to the kitchen setting the Sunday paper down on the table. It suddenly came to me, that I had strolled outside as big as you like. Not thinking anything of it. And picked up the paper. Clearly I needed to watch myself more closely. Les I wanted to give the neighbors an eyeful. After stuffing myself on muffins and milk. I went in and sat on the living room couch to read the funnies. When Mother finally came down. She announced that she had changed her mind. We were to watch the breeding video. Then we were going to loaf the rest of the day in girly girl mode. Which suited my mood perfectly. As it turned out, both Mother and I enjoyed the breeding video immensely. It started out with the girls lying on their backs being eaten out. Then the guys turned to mounting them one after the other. It was quite the fantasy fuck I must say. There was hardly a moment, that the girls weren't being stuffed and humped by a big dick. At one point, when they were being done doggy style. I asked Mother, "What's all that white stuff on their peckers?" "That's pussy cream Honey. By the amount of it, I would say the girls are really enjoying themselves." Later on, the movie segued to a point in time. Where Anne and Joyce were deliciously well gone with child. One of the nicer aspects: of them being well along. At least to me it was. Was that their melons; were heavy with milk for their gestating children. Causing them to move sluggishly from the swelling and added burden. The movie ended with Jake narrating. While the girls wandered around. Holding wadded up toilet paper between their legs chitchatting with the bulls. "As you can see, Anne and Joyce had a grand old time. In our next video, we are going to have a second pregnant gang bang, along with footage from the delivery room and motherhood shots: probably some breast-feeding and diaper changing. Hopefully we will be able to add to that: the breeding of my two sisters. Until next time boys and girls: happy baby making." "Gosh mother. It sounds like Jake has plans for you and Kayla." "It would seem so Honey." -- "Mother, why were the girls holding wads of bathroom tissue up to their pussies?" "After all that big dick fucking they took Pumpkin. I imagine they were leaking quite a little bit." "Oh. -- I didn't know that would happen." "If you have any more questions Honey, don't be afraid to ask." I nodded. Then mother said. "I think now that we have seen the video. I will work on a sewing project: I have in mind. What are you planing on doing?" "I thought I would get dressed. Watch some of my new movies, then maybe mess around on the computer." "That sounds like a good idea Honey. -- I went ahead and laid out something for you. It's on your bed. I hope you will like it." "I'm sure I will Mother." When I went to get dressed. I found that. Mother had only set out a dress, pantyhose and flats for me. Apparently she didn't think. I needed anything else. The pantyhose. Were nude sheer to waist with reinforced toes. The dress was a cream colored halter-top. With a plunging back and a full skirt that went down to mid calf. I loved the pantyhose of course. Thus I took my time in putting them on. The dress was much to my liking as well. But it did give me a bit of a fit. When I went to button the strap in back. While I was fussing with that, I noticed in the mirror. That not only did my pantyhose show substantially from the low cut back. But once again, the top of my crack was showcased. Evidently Mother was working to some sort of theme involving cleavage. After I triumphed over the button. I sat on the bed for a while. Admiring the combination between the delicately reinforced pantyhose and my shiny red toenail polish. Then I slipped on the butter soft black ballet flats. However. After looking in the mirror once more. I felt I wanted a little something extra. So I rummaged around until I came across a black nylon choker and a pair of black nylon gloves with lacy cuffs. Satisfied, with the end result. I went downstairs. Thinking I would start things off with Flash Gorden Conquers the Universe. After a pleasantly tranquil day: of lounging about being girly. I emerged from my cocoon Monday morning feeling wonderfully right with the world. The first thing I did was to slip into my pink slides and put on my robe. Then seeing that my reflection was more than advantageous to my mental wellbeing. I headed outside to get the newspaper. Not caring one whit what the neighbors might see or think. As it turned out, the stage was set for being seen this time. The first one to catch me in my little escapade; was Marilyn from next-door. She opened her kitchen window saying. "Bobby! What on earth are you doing. Running around like that. All the boys in the neighborhood; will end up hurting themselves, if they see you." Before I could reply. I heard a screen door slam shut from across the street. Looking that way. I saw Jonathan and his little sister Kayla hand in hand scurrying my way. They were in matching white flannel nightgowns and pink fuzzy slipers. Jonathan is seven and Kayla is almost five. When they got up to me they screeched to a stop. Jonathan was all excitement and his little sister was all curiosity. "Gosh Bobby! You look so pretty." Kayla nodded enthusiastically in agreement. Then she gave me a crinkly face with little girl giggles. "Why thank you Jonathan." "Do you wear dresses and skirts, pantyhose and tights and things, too?" "It's something new for me Jonathan. I just started wearing dresses Saturday. But I already have several nice things that I like. So I'll probably dress like a girl quite often from now on." "Boy that's so neat. I'm glad you like pretty things. I only wish Mom and Dad would let me wear my girly clothes outside the house and backyard." "Well. -- Now that I know you like skirts Jonathan. When I baby-sit you. You can wear one of your cute outfits for me." Kayla quickly tugged at my robe asking. "What about me?" "You too Baby doll. I'll have the both of you: dressing like sissy girls." Before Kayla stopped giggling over that. I heard someone callout my name. Looking up, I saw that it was their mom, Marry. She was standing on the front porch in a near transparent Baby-doll and fuzzy white slips. Her belly was heavily distended from the twins onboard. Something which made her look all the better; I thought. "Don't you have any compassion for my nerves Bobby? I have a hard enough time getting Jonathan into pants as it is. Without you parading around like that." "I'm sorry Mrs. Thorson." "Ha! - - Likely story Bobby. -- You kids get back in here right now and get ready for school. And don't forget to look both ways." After one last admonishment from Marilyn. Telling me to get back inside before I was raped. I made my way in. Feeling rather pleased with myself as I went. Why I was so delighted with recent events. I could not say. But I was. However, I suspected it had something to do with causing such a commotion so early in the day. Just as soon, as I opened my closet doors and started going through my things: to see what I wanted to wear for school. An understanding of what the guys went through each day latched on to me. My need was the same as theirs. But the worries were different. For them, it was mostly about what their peers might say, think or possibly do. For me, it was the possibility of sending guilt by association to their doorsteps. Luckly for the guys, I didn't have anything in the skirted domain, which I deemed suitable for school at this juncture. Still I wasn't going to let them off too easily for very long. No matter how abruptly they had come to me. I now had needs too. And I wasn't about to suffer without light at the end of the tunnel, as they had been prone to doing. So I picked my tan drawstring Capris and black Gi top. Two things I realy liked, but hadn't worn to school before now. When I got to my underwear and sock drawers. I saw that Mother had already been there. The message was clear by the look of it. Even if I dressed like one of the male Lemmings, that pervade the boy landscape. I was going to be doing it in female underpinnings. So with my options both limited and expanded in this area: by courtesy of Mother's planning. I ended up selecting black microfiber panties and a pair of white semi opaque nylon anklets. With that decided upon. The only other thing left. Were what shoes to wear? Initially my eyes went to the ballet flats I had on hand. And I probably would have gone with one of them, except I wanted my toenail polish to be noticed. So I went with my tan Birkenstocks. As it turned out, I had to pass two inspections before I made it to the practice field that day. One from Mother: before I left for school. Which was easy enough. And another one: from the principal. That one was kind of embarrassing. She stopped me in the hall with a raised hand. Then she twirled her finger making me give her a turn. Afterwards she said. "Bobby. -- If you should so happen to wear any kind of skirted garments what so ever to school. I expect you to wear a bra that day. I don't want any of the girls coming to me whining. About having to wear one, if you aren't required to. I know it sounds weird, but it will happen just the same." "Yes Ma'am." Thinking that I was off the hook for now. I waited patiently for permission to leave. But after a moments further perusal by Mrs. Evens. She continued our little s?ance. "I suppose you know that coach Haskell is coming in to substitute for a while." "Yes Miss. Mom told me. She also told me about the new fitness requirements. That is why I have been considering different activities to take up. I would like to stay out from under his thumb while he is here if I can." "Good. While you're at it Bobby; I would like you to consider Ballet class. I would like more boys in there." "Yes Miss Evens." "Now off with you -- go watch the girls." She hit the mark with that one. That was something, which I was only too happy to do straight away. After fourth period, I met up with the guys for the first time that day. On Mondays they have a habit of getting to school rather late. So we don't usually walk to school together that day. Happily there were some changes already a foot. I noticed them. As soon as I sat down to eat lunch with them. First off, there was something about their behavior; that was different. Something: which I couldn't put my finger on right then. Even so, there were some things; that were readily apparent. One. None of them had made any attempt at hiding their hosiery. I.e., no socks or shoes, just sandals and exposed pantyhose instead. Two. Like me, they hadn't removed their nail polish. Three. Their hair seemed to be fluffed out more than usual. That is, except for Kevin. He had his cinched up with a black ribbon in a high ponytail. Four. All of us had on simple yet feminine earrings. All in all, it was a nice change. However. I thought that there was no point in digging something up. That was best left buried. So I electing to ignore things, thus I moved straight to our normal chitchat. A couple of minutes later, when we were discussing the perils that Haskell brought with him. The girls showed up saying hi to us. Then they plopped down with us. That was a welcome surprise. Considering the fact, the two of them are more or less part of the in crowd. Without hesitation Tiffany got up and sat down on the table top behind Kevin. Then she placed her feet on the bench on either side of him. Effectively boxing him in. Melissa sat down between Raja and me. Then she started going through her book bag for her lunch. Asking us as she did so. "So what have you guys been talking about?" I was too engrossed with drinking in Melissa's lush nature, to think to say anything. And poor Raja had this interracial sexual taboo thing going. Making it hard for him to say anything: without being prodded further. Kevin was out of the picture by then. He was too busy being temporarily brain dead. From the creamy hose covered legs beside him. So it was left to Yoshi to answer for us. "We have been discussing various ways of staying away from: Haskell's P.E. classes." "Well that's easy enough. You can take Ballet class with Tiffany and I. All you have to do is transfer from sixth period Library Science to sixth period Ballet. I'm sure Madam Marie would be happy to have more boys. Our class is a small one, anyways." "Oh god! That reminds me. Have you guys heard the latest?" We all turned to look at Tiffany. Wondering what tidbit she had in store for us. "It's so horrible, yet funny at the same time. -- Anyways. Early this morning, coach Haskell showed up at the P.E. office. While he was there looking things over. He told Madam Marie. Her office rightly belonged in with drama and the other faggy pursuits. He also told her. Her tiptoeing, pussy licking girls -- and her disgusting, prancing, corn-holen fags, didn't belong with true athletes. They say she was so furious afterwards. She could have scratched wallpaper off a wall." That did it. There was no way I was going to allow myself to fall under Haskell's boot heel. Decision made. I stood up and turned to the guys with my announcement. "As soon as I finish my lunch, I'm going to see Madam and beg to be let in. I am tired of worrying about it. -- Besides, Miss Evens made it known to me. That she would like more boys in the Ballet classes." Rather than being met with questions of sanity and good judgment by the guys on whole, Raja said. "You know we will catch hell for this. Our social standing won't allow for anything else." Then Kevin said. "I for one don't