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The Shot Synopsis: Being the only boy in an otherwise all-female household, and the youngest at that, has its drawbacks. But an accident at a nearby animal shelter makes Matt's life easier - if a bit different. I think that if it hadn't been for my older sisters, I probably wouldn't have gotten involved with the animal shelter. All my sisters were really into Brownies and Girl Scouts and all that stuff, so my Mom kind of assumed that I would be as well, and in fact, didn't give me much choice in the matter. So I was a Cub Scout first, and then when I turned 10 and was in 5th grade, "graduated" into the Boy Scouts. Now, don't get me wrong, the scouts were okay, I just wasn't as gung ho as some of the other boys about hiking and camping and all those outdoor activities. But like I said, Mom didn't give me much choice so I went on the hikes and the overnights, and ate the pancakes that I had cooked in the morning that fell on the ground, and slept in a wet sleeping bag after an unexpected rain, and just looked forward to getting home and eating real food (pizza) and taking a nice long hot shower and washing my hair and putting on dry clothes. The Scoutmaster was an okay kind of guy, for an ex-Marine that is, but he was always pushing all the Scouts in his Troop to work on advancing to the next rank, and to earn lots of Merit Badges, so that our Troop looked good by comparison to the other Troops. At least with the Merit Badges I had a choice, I could skip the ones that involved a lot of the outdoor stuff and work on the ones that were more interesting to me: Art; Reading; Theatre; Model Design and Building; Gardening; Cooking and stuff like that. My buddy Andy was always kidding me that I went for the "wuss" Merit Badges while he went for the "he-man" Merit Badges. But I didn't care - he and I have been best friends ever since we started school and we kid each other a lot. Actually, I think that Andy likes to spend time at my house because it gives him a chance to hang around my sisters. Like, it's not as though he ever had a chance with any of them because the youngest is two years older than Andy and myself. But even with me in the house, Mom and my three sisters really made it a "girl's place" and if Andy worked it right he could usually get a glimpse of one of my sisters in just her panties and bra. Like, I didn't think anything about seeing one of my sisters running from her bedroom to the bathroom in just a robe to take a shower, but Andy was like "Matt, oh my god, I don't think she has anything on under that robe." And I was just like, "Yeah, so what." But anyway, Andy spent a lot more time over at my house than I did over at his. If, by some strange turn of events either Andy or I got a chance to be with a girl with our clothes off, I'm not sure that we'd know what to do - at least I wouldn't. I mean, the "Our Bodies, Ourselves" talks that we get at school kind of tell us how "everything fits together" - kind of like you're assembling a lawnmower from a kit or something. But the idea of really doing it the first time? Kind of scares me. For my latest Merit Badge I signed up for Citizenship in the Community - sounded pretty easy and didn't involve anything that was outdoors, or hard work, or messy - at least so I initially thought. One of the requirements was to choose a charitable organization in the community and volunteer some time at the organization. There's an animal shelter several blocks from our house so I figured that would be an easy place to get to so I called them and asked about volunteering. Man, they must really need volunteers as they sent me all kinds of information, and an application form and scheduled me for an orientation visit right away. The shelter was really neat, but sort of sad at the same time. There are a few cats there but mostly dogs. And a lot of the dogs were strays or had been mistreated by their owners. I had always wanted a dog as a pet but my Mom was, like, "..... they have fleas, and they shed, and you have to clean up the yard after them ....." and on, and on - so, no dog. But at the shelter there were almost fifty dogs that needed to be cared for and after a little training, I really liked the work. It was really neat to take a dog that was so starved for affection that when you let it out of its cage it would jump into your arms and lick your face! So even after I'd put in enough hours to earn the Merit Badge I kept on volunteering at the shelter - at least three or four afternoons after school, and sometimes on weekends. After six months, just about the time the summer between 5th grade and 6th grade ended, they even named me the Volunteer of the Month! Arrggghhhh! Living in a household with four women can be so annoying. Like, the bathrooms usually have panties and bras and other girl's things hanging in the shower to dry. (Wonder if that's why Andy always has to use the bathroom at our house so much?) And while there's always a bunch of lotions and soaps and stuff in the bathrooms, the're are all these ones that have these girlie fragrances. The last time I shampooed my hair the only bottle of shampoo I could find to use in the bathroom left my hair smelling like strawberries. The next day at school Andy came up to me and said "Oh Matt, you smell so nice, just like a little girl." "Fuck you" I shot back - and got a one-day in-school suspension when one of the teachers heard me say that. After that I argued with my Mom about how I needed to have some "regular" soap and shampoo - that is, soap and shampoo that didn't smell like flowers and spices and shit like that. But her response was "Your sisters buy whatever they want to use. You can do the same thing." And I'm like "Mom, but how can I buy my own stuff on the litle allowance you give me?" Her response was "Your sisters manage. You'll have to learn how yourself." I was going to argue that my sisters all get a larger allowance than I do, and the two oldest ones have after school jobs, but I figured that wouldn't win me any points, so I gave up. Now, my hair has never been something that I really worried about - I didn't care how long it was - couldn't remember when it was last cut - and as long as it didn't cover up my eyes I pretty much ignored it. So I thought, "Okay, if Mom doesn't want to buy me regular shampoo, I just won't shampoo my hair." One thing that I didn't have to worry about was being given my older sister's hand-me-downs to wear. I think that Mom might have wanted to, but a bet about a year ago put an end to that idea. My sister Katie is the one that I'm closest to, probably because she's the closest one to my age and only about two years older than I am. So Katie and I got into an argument over who was going to win the Super Bowl and for some reason we ended up betting that the loser would have to wear the other's clothes for a day. The bet wasn't all that farfetched as Katie and I are about the same height and weight. So anyway, I lost and before Katie went to bed that night she gave me the set of her clothes that I was to wear the next day - a pair of jeans, blouse (pink), socks (also pink) and (blush) a pair of her panties (yellow). Well, except for being a little tight in the crotch, the panties fit me pretty well as they were really elastic and could shape themselves to my body. The blouse wasn't too bad except that it was really tight across the top of my shoulders and then really loose in the front. The jeans were another story - like, really, really tight at the waist so I really had to strain to get them snapped, and then they were, like, super loose and baggy in the hips and thighs. Other than the fact that they were really uncomfortable, it didn't help that Katie and Mom burst out laughing when they first saw me wearing them. So, I survived wearing them for a day, but vowed never again! Now that I've been volunteering at the shelter for over a year, the vet who comes in once a week to care for the animals has started allowing me to help him out. Some of the procedures like trimming nails, cleaning ears and stuff like that are okay. But the shelter has this policy that any animal that's adopted must be neutered first. I don't mind helping the vet neuter the cats because I don't really like cats anyway, but I really feel sorry for the dogs. Most of them have been abused or neglected and they're not sure what you're doing to them. And then afterwards they have to wear this wide plastic collar around their neck to keep them from licking the incision and they really hate this. But after they've been neutered I'll play with them and give them extra attention and then in a week or so the collar will come off and they'll be as good as new - well, except for being neutered, that is. I had always been at least a couple of inches taller than Andy but in the summer before we started 7th grade he started to pick up some height. Like, he's always hungry, and when he's over at our house anything in the refrigerator is "fair game." By the time school started I was still taller than he was, but just barely. The vet got on my case the other day. He told me that if I wanted to keep helping out with the procedures that I had to start wearing a hair net while I was working with him. "Wearing a hair net? Why a hair net?" I complained. His response was that my hair looks like it hasn't been washed for some time (it's been over three months now but I didn't tell him that) and that it looks kind of dirty and greasy. And since it's so long (yeah, it does brush the tops of my shoulders, I guess) that he's concerned about cleanliness when he's doing "procedures" (neutering) so he'd feel a lot better if I'd start wearing a hair net while I'm working with him. I did want to keep working with him so I got a hair net and start wearing it when needed. Really felt stupid the first couple of times I put it on. Was afraid that I'd look like some of the old ladies in the school cafeteria that had to wear hair nets when they were preparing or serving the food. But after awhile I got used to it (sort of) and didn't mind wearing it all that much. One thing that took a little getting used to in the 7th grade was Phys Ed - not the part of Phys Ed where you played sports, or ran on the indoor track, or exercised or stuff like that - but the part when you have to take a shower with a bunch of other guys in the class. Like, when I was on campouts in the Scouts I'd seen other guys naked before - but to be close to a bunch of other guys without clothes on while they soaping up and taking a shower was a way different thing. You really get a chance to "check things out" if you know what I mean. It's surprising how much taller and more muscular some of the guys are than the other guys. And, uh, it's not only their arms, and shoulders and chests that are more muscular and developed, but they're also more developed ..... well ..... "down there" if you get me. Now Andy's not one of the really big and well developed guys, at least not yet anyway, but toward the end of the school year, he was now about an inch taller than me, and a good twenty or pounds heavier. Oh well, there's probably not much I can do about it other than just waiting till my body decides to catch up. When I first stopped shampooing my hair at home, I'd thought that maybe I could do it in the showers after Phys Ed, but that didn't work out. Like, the school does provide these tiny "motel" bars of soap, but the kids have broken off all the soap trays in the showers so the little bars of soap are just tossed on the floor of the shower. And the floor itself is kind of black and slimy in areas, especially in the corners of the shower room. And then as I was getting ready to pick up one of the cleaner bars of soap to shampoo my hair, I started thinking about how it had probably been stepped on by a bunch of boys with major cases of Athlete's Foot and I thought "Uh, no thanks So I just wet my hair by sticking my head under the shower, and then dried my hair with a towel, and that had to be it." Right around the end of the school year I finally gave in to Mom and my sisters and started shampooing again - and using the "girlie" products our house is stocked with. It eventually got so that even I could tell that my hair looked pretty gross - like, I was getting stares when I walked through the halls with the other kids. And one time I finally got up the courage to ask one of the girls in my class if she wanted to go to a movie with me and she just looked at me like I was some kind of a freak and turned and walked away. So, okay Mom, you won, I'll use the stupid shampoo. After I shampooed my hair the first couple of times I was amazed at how much longer it seemed - like, without all the grease and grime on it, it now was much softer and flowing and now fell to an inch or so below my shoulders. I also found that I couldn't just shampoo and dry but had to brush and comb it every morning and ended up parting it on the right side and letting it sweep across my forehead and down just over my left eye. Even though I still wasn't a "hair person" I did like the way it looked and the way it felt when it swung back and forth and brushed against my shoulders as I walked along. So I guess it was worth the extra half hour every morning to make sure that it looked nice before I went to school. The first time that Andy kidded me because my hair now looked and smelled so nice I was going to punch him - but since he's now taller and heavier than I am, I thought that probably wasn't a good idea - so I just ignored him. At least I don't have to wear that stupid hair net when I'm working with the vet anymore. Well, there's some good news on the neutering front - if you're a dog, that is - just kidding. A new product has come on the market that the vets have begun using to neuter dogs at the shelter before they are adopted. It totally eliminates the messy surgery and the recovery period that follows. The vet just gives the dog a shot of something called "Zeuterin" and voila - within a week or so they've been neutered. The vet tried to explain how it worked to me once but I didn't really understand all the terms that he was using, but it does something to the dog's balls that makes them shrink up, or something, and within a week or so the dogs are less aggressive and gain a little weight. And that's it! By the time that Andy and I were in 8th grade he was still taller and heavier than I was, but at least I had managed to gain a couple of inches in height, even if I hadn't gained any weight so I still had my slim figure. Andy had gotten more muscular although he wasn't as well developed as some of the other boys in our grade. Man, while taking showers with them I can see how some of them are now really developed "down there." Like, a couple of them now have dicks that are at least six inches long and their balls have gotten a lot bigger and hang down in a sack now and when they're horsing around in the showers their dicks and balls are swinging back and forth and slapping against their legs. I was watching them one day and wondering what it would feel like to have all that weight hanging from my crotch and swinging back and forth as I moved. And that led to an erection so here I am, standing in the showers with an erection and trying to face the wall and cover up myself with my hands to that no one else will notice. And of course Andy realized what was going on with my body and was kidding me about it. Thanks pal! Well, "Zipper" finally got adopted. Zipper's one of the dogs at the shelter that we were afraid would never be adopted and that we'd have to "put down." He's this big mixed breed - close to 150 pounds - and a nice dog even though he's sort of whacko. He likes to play and you're never sure what he's going to do. One family had been in to see him a couple of times and was getting ready to adopt him when all of a sudden he playfully jumps up on the lady, knocks her down, and breaks her wrist. End of that adoption. But shortly after that a family that lives on a farm and has plenty of space for Zipper to run off his energy was planning on adopting him. And so, guess what, we had to neuter him. So the vet and I are trying to get him quiet enough to give him the shot of Zeuterin and Zipper, like, thinks this is some big kind of game and he's barking and squirming around and trying to break free so we can chase him. And finally the vet gets pissed and just yells at me and tells me to hold him as best I can with both hands, while he uses one of his hands to try to help hold him down while he gives Zipper the shot with his free hand. So things were pretty crazy with Zipper thrashing around and us trying to hold him down when all of a sudden the vet says "I think I got him that time" and we let Zipper up, who then suddenly decided that he didn't want to play anymore and lay down on the table calmly. About that time I noticed that my left arm was bleeding a little from a puncture on my left bicep and I guessed that Zipper had accidentally gotten me with one of his claws while he was thrashing around, so the vet washed my arm off with alcohol and put a small bandage over the puncture. Enough excitement for one day. The good news is that the animal shelter is really busy these days. The bad news is that the animal shelter is really busy these days - all the cages are filled and we have little time to take the dogs out and walk them and play with them. It also means that their cages get a lot more messy - if you get what I mean. And spending hours cleaning out cages isn't much fun - plus when I'm done for the day and go home my clothes carry the "aroma" of the shelter and the first thing that Mom makes me do is shower and throw my clothes in the laundry. Had a strange dream last night. Andy and I were in the showers after gym class except that we were the only two there - and the place was so quiet you'd think we were the only two in the whole building. Then Andy turned around to face me and oh my god, his dick was like so big that it almost hung down to the floor and it was as big around as one of his legs. I slowly walked over to him and reached down and picked up his huge dick with my hands, feeling its warmth and weight, and as I gently stroked it, it got even bigger and hard. That was the point where I woke up and realized that I was in my bedroom, lying in bed, and masturbating like mad. Whoops, the family that adopted Zipper brought him back to the shelter a week ago. They were complaining that he was way too active and aggressive toward other dogs. The vet checked him out and confided in me that it was almost as if he'd never been neutered. He couldn't figure out what had happened because he'd never had an injection of Zeuterin fail to work before. So we got Zipper quieted down, the vet gave him another injection of Zeuterin and we kept him for observation. After about a week Zipper was behaving the way we would have expected him to after being neutered so the shelter called the family, explained what has happened as best as they could (given that they had no idea why the first shot didn't have any effect) and they came in, picked up Zipper and took him back to their farm. The summer between 8th grade and my Freshman year in high school was relaxing for me. Well, not totally relaxing as I was still volunteering at the shelter about four hours a day. But the rest of the time I just kind of hung around the house, or played video games with Andy, or just lay on my bed and listened to music or lay out on a recliner in the back yard in the sun and worked on a tan. I'd usually watch a couple of hours of TV after supper and then go to bed, sleep through till mid-morning the next day, and then get up and spend another relaxing summer day. Just didn't seem to have as much energy as usual and was enjoying a relaxing summer because I'd heard that Freshman year was going to be tough. By the end of the summer, I'd developed a pretty good tan. And my hair which had been sort of a dark blond and been bleached by the sun to a lighter shade. It now hung about four inches below my shoulders and I really liked the way it looked. When I eventually got up in the morning I'd shampoo it and apply conditioner and then brush it after it dried till it looked really soft and glossy. Not sure why I bothered spending so much time on it - just kind of seemed like a relaxing thing to do every morning. Before I went to the animal shelter, I'd pull my hair back into a ponytail and wrap it up in a bun so that it wouldn't get messy while I was working with the dogs and cats. And then when I was done at the shelter I'd let my hair down and brush it a little till it looked shiny and soft again. Andy kept kidding me about how much time I was spending on it but I just ignored him. Actually, I think that he liked the way it looked now for whenever I tried a new shampoo or conditioner with a different fragrance he'd complement me on how nice it looked and smelled. Gained a couple of pounds over the summer too, well, not just a "couple of pounds" - almost fifteen actually. And it's not like I was building up big muscles or anything because the weight was fairly evenly distributed on my body. I wasn't pudgy or anything - just not as slim as before. A week or so after the start of my Freshman year Mom announced to us that she was pregnant and due at the end of the year - sort of a Christmas present for me and my sisters? Uh, maybe I should say something about our family situation here. Mom's never been married and got pregnant the first time when she was 18 - by the "love of her life." Well, the "love of her life" joined the Army and left town, leaving her to deal with Mary, and he was killed in Iraq six months later. But Mom rebounded from that and found another "love of her life" and Lori was born a year later. We're not sure whatever became of Lori's father as Mom never mentions him. Mom took a couple of years off from the "love of her life" thing and then Katie was born 4 years after Lori. We know who Katie's father is - he lives on the other side of town, has a live-in girlfriend, and doesn't want to have anything to do with Mom or Katie. I came along two years after Katie and nobody is quite sure who my father is, apparently Mom was sleeping around at that time. So anyway, that's our household: Mom is 40, Katie is 16, Lori is 20, Mary is 21 and shortly there will be a 6th member of the household. Oh, and me? I'm 14. And the father of Mom's latest? She's not saying anything but Katie and Lori think he's some married guy. Really embarrassing when I have to shower with the guys after Phys Ed in high school - they're all so "big", and me? Well I'm so "not big." I can't explain it but it almost seems as if instead of growing over the summer, my "equipment" has almost shrunk a little. Probably just my imagination - I hope so anyway. No change in my voice either, still high and boyish - although there are a few other boys in my grade that are the same so that's not too bad. Oh well, guess that I'm just a late bloomer. Well, found out this week that I'll be getting an early Christmas present from the shelter. They had been getting so many complaints from the parents of the teen volunteers about the condition of their clothes when they came home from the shelter, that they've decided to provide us all with work clothes to wear when we're at the shelter. Actually, what they're giving us are several sets of "scrubs" like the ones that medical personnel wear. To make it less likely that one kid's scrubs will get mixed up with another kid's scrubs while the shelter is laundering them, each of us will get to pick a different color and will have our name embroidered on our scrubs. So there's a signup sheet where we have to list our height (mine is five feet, two inches) and weight (mine is now up to 115 pounds), our name and choice of color. The first couple of days the sheet was posted I forgot to sign up and then on the last day of signup I was almost later for supper and rushing to get out of the shelter and go home so I just scrawled "Matt" and checked off "P" for the color. Yeah, I know that purple isn't a great color but all the "good" colors like blue and brown were already taken so I had to pretty much take what was left. Andy's now a couple of inches taller than I am and a good twenty pounds heavier. He's even got this stringy little goatee that he's trying to grow and he's really proud of it even though I think that it looks sort of silly - but I'd never tell him that. I'm not sure what it is about Andy and me but I just feel comfortable being with him And it's kind nice when he'll complement me on my clothes or hair or something like that. Nice to have a best friend. Well, the shelter gave us our scrubs this week - everyone got three sets - and man, did I get screwed. The first thing that was wrong was that they messed up my name. Instead of Matt they embroidered "Matti" on my scrubs. Now I know that my writing is pretty bad but you'd think that they could have checked the signup sheet against the volunteer list. But the worse problem was the color. Instead of the purple that I thought I was getting I got - get this - PINK! I was, like, almost in tears when I opened the package and saw them for the first time. I went in to see the supervisor and was told, politely, that they had just ordered from the information that I had provided them, and they were sorry if I now didn't like what I had ordered, but that they didn't have any money in the budget to reorder scrubs for me just because I had changed my mind. At that point I did cry a little but it didn't change his mind. Once I got over my shock and surprise and tried on a pair of the scrubs I kind of liked them - well, except for the name and the color, of course. Some of the clothes that I had been wearing were pretty old and worn - and tight as well. But the scrubs had an adjustable waistband, and lots of pockets and were kind of loose fitting and really comfortable. Probably the best part about them was that since they were so loose, they pretty much hid the weight that I had gained over the summer - and how it was distributed! So I decided that I'd make the best of a crazy situation and would start wearing them whenever I was volunteering at the shelter. The other volunteers really got on my case the first time they saw me wearing my pink scrubs with "Matti" embroidered on them. Well, at least Andy didn't kid me. When he came to pick me up at the shelter the first day I wore the scrubs, and saw how upset I was he put his arm around me and told me that he thought that I looked "cute." Now "cute" isn't exactly how I wanted to be described but coming from Andy, it didn't bother me as much. But, the shelter managed to add insult to injury when they told us that because of a special donation from a local store, they would be able to provide each of the volunteers with a set of sneakers to wear while we were volunteering - which I thought was nice. That is, until I realized that the sneakers would be color-coded to our scrubs. So now in addition to pink scrubs, I've got a pair of dainty white sneakers with pink trim. Dainty? Well I guess they figured that pink sneakers just had to be for a girl, so I did get the right size - yeah, but in a girl's style. And then to top all that off, visitors to the shelter would see me in my pink scrubs, with "Matti" embroidered on them, my pink girl's sneakers, my slim build, long flowing hair and high pitched voice and assume - THAT I WAS A GIRL!!!!! At first when they'd call me "Miss" I'd correct them, but then they'd get flustered and try to explain why they thought I was a girl, and that was even more embarrassing, so eventually I gave up correcting them and just let folks assume that I was a girl. I even heard one man talking to the shelter's Director after he had adopted a puppy and telling the Director how lucky they were to have "Matti" volunteering at the shelter because "she has such a gentle and feminine way with the animals." I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at that. Well, Mom had the kid - father nowhere to be seen or heard from - just what I needed, another girl in the household! I've got to admit though that Emmaline is a cute little baby, and happy - she hardly ever cries. Now whatever Mom knew about taking care of a baby she seems to have pretty much forgotten. In terms of getting Emmaline on an eating/playing/sleeping schedule she's clueless. Mary woke up one night and found Mom trying to wake up Emmaline at 3:45 in the morning to feed her! So us kids have taken over most of the baby's care - and since Mary and Lori are still taking classes at the local community college and working part time, Katie and I have to do a lot of the work. Except for changing the baby's diapers, taking care of her is kind of fun. After the first couple of weeks when I was afraid that I'd, like, break her or something if I picked her up wrong, it got to be fun to hold her in my arms and rock her and talk baby talk to her and sing songs to her. And sometimes she'd look up at me and give me that big smile and that made me feel so good that I didn't want to let Katie have her turn at caring for her. One time Lori came into the bathroom when I was giving Emmaline her bath and she was playing the "splashing game" where she'd see how much water she could splash out of the bathtub and how wet she could get me - actually, she was doing a pretty good job of it and my clothes and hair were soaked and covered with soapsuds and Emmaline was, like, screaming with laughter she was having so much fun. Lori just looked at the two of us for a moment and then commented, "You know Matti, you make a great Mother." I was just about to tell Lori what she could do with that comment when I remembered that we're not supposed to use four- letter words in front of Emmaline - she'll learn them early enough on her own. Man, guess I ate too much over the holidays, gained almost fifteen pounds and now up to about 128. Kind of funny where the added weight ended up. Part of it ended up on my upper chest - right around my pecs - that is if I had any pecs - now I've just got these two slightly soft areas where the other guys have pecs. But the big problem was where the rest of the weight went - to my butt and upper legs. Got so that it was a real struggle to get into my jeans, zip them up and snap them. I hinted to Mom a couple of times that I could use some new clothes but she was in the "doting mother" thing and not worrying about anything but taking care of her new baby, decorating the nursery, posting pictures of the new kid on Facebook and stuff like that. Maybe she should worry about who the father is a little more? So anyway, one weekend morning when I got up, instead of struggling into my too-tight jeans I just pulled on a pair of my pink scrubs and wore those around the house that day. They were so comfortable that after that whenever I wasn't in school, I just wore my scrubs. Got a couple of stares from the other boys the first time I wore them to the mall but that was all. Andy and I were kind of bored last weekend so we went to the mall and were just sort of wandering around, killing time. We went to the Food Court and had some pizza and soda and the wandered over to the Game Area and started playing some video games. There was one where Andy and I were standing next to each other at one game, competing to see who could reach the 5th level first and after awhile it felt kinda neat to be standing next to Andy and so I kind of, like, moved a little closer to him and, like, snuggled up against him a little. And then I was having trouble with getting to one of the next levels in the game so Andy reached over around me and, sort of pulling me against him, helped me with the controller I was using. Man, that felt so great to be snuggling up to him with his arm around me that I got this erection and then actually came in my scrubs, getting this tiny little wet spot down between my legs. So anyway, the rest of our Freshman year was pretty uneventful - Andy and I had become a real "pair" spending all of our free time together. MY FIRST KISS! Andy and I went to see a movie to celebrate the last week of school of our Freshman year. I'd have preferred to go to one of those teen-mushy-love-story-movies where I could kind of imagine that I was the girl and Andy was my boyfriend. But he wanted to go to the latest shoot- em-up-car-chase-movie, so that's what we went to see. The movie wasn't all that great and the theatre was pretty empty. About halfway through the movie I was getting really bored and was snuggled up against Andy with his arm around my shoulders, enjoying being close to him, more than paying attention to the movie. And my eyes strayed down and noticed the tight jeans that he was wearing, and then the bulge in his crotch. And that started me thinking about what was causing the bulge and that got me kind of excited. I glanced around and there wasn't anyone within rows of us and the theatre was pretty dark so I slowly moved my hand over and rested it on his thigh, and then slid it down onto the bulge in his jeans. Andy tensed up a little when I touched him there but he didn't say anything so I began to gently rub the bulge. As I had hoped the bulge got larger and larger and soon I was stroking his fully erect cock through his jeans. After several minutes Andy drew a deep breath and his body momentarily stiffened and his jeans got damp where I was stroking him. I kept rubbing him gently as he slowly shrank back to his normal size and then he leaned over and kissed me! Thrusting his tongue between my parted lips! And for a long time! After the movie was over and we walked out of the theatre we were holding hands - which was kind of funny because Andy was holding my hand in one of his while trying to hold his sweatshirt in front of him with his other hand to cover up the large wet spot on the front of his jeans. I'd never given a guy a through-the-jeans-job before. Heck, I hadn't given a guy anything before. It was in the middle of the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore years when Katie came up to me while I was watching TV and asked, "Matti. Aren't those scrubs kind of warm for this weather?" Like, yeah, with the temperature in the 90's and the high humidity, the scrubs were really warm and I was sweating as anyone could see. "Uh, yeah. So what's your point?" "So, you don't have anything cooler to wear?" "You think I wouldn't be wearing it if I did?" Katie paused for a second and then said, "Uh, yeah. I noticed that your other clothes don't fit all that well anymore." I was getting a little embarrassed about the turn this conversation was taking so I just said, "So?" "Well, I think we've got some stuff that might fit you better. Come on." And she turned to leave the room. I was like "Huh? What's she talking about?" But I followed her up to her room. Where she rummaged around in her dresser and closet for several minutes and finally handed me an armful of clothing. "But these are your clothes." "Yeah. You think? But we're pretty close to the same size, and I don't wear all of these clothes anymore, and they might fit you. So try them on." And she put her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me out of her room. So I'm standing there in the hallway with an armful of girl's clothes and after a minute or so I decided that just standing there forever wasn't going to accomplish anything so I went to my room, shut and locked the door, and laid out the clothes that she'd given me on my bed. After a minute or so I pulled off my scrubs and underwear, taking a moment to notice how small my dick was now, and how my balls made only a tiny little bulge in the skin under it. I picked up a pair of white satin panties from the bed and pulled them on. To my surprise they fit perfectly - as did the girl's jeans that I then pulled on over the panties. Turning around in front of my mirror I could see how the jeans emphasized my thighs and rounded rear end. "Kind of cute" I thought. I wasn't sure how Katie's blouses would fit over my soft and rounded pecs but the tan blouse that I tried on hid my chest pretty well, just showing a hint of the rounded swellings it covered. I spent the rest of the morning trying on the clothes that she had given me in various combinations and decided that yeah, they were girl's clothes, but they did fit me and I liked the way they looked on me, so I went through my dresser and closet, pulled out all my boy's clothes and tossed them on the floor in the back of the closet, and arranged my new girl's clothes in their space. Just as I was finishing, I heard the doorbell ring and then Lori called up that Andy was there to see me. "Just a minute" I called down and then hurriedly pulled on a pair of skimpy white shorts, tucked the tan blouse into the waistband, and went downstairs to meet Andy. As I came down the stairs and Andy saw how I was dressed, he gave a long slow whistle and then said ?Nice pair of legs.? I just blushed. I was a little nervous about how my Sophomore year at school was going to go ? what with me wearing girl?s clothing and all that. But it wasn?t bad at all, seems the school has a policy to cover ?gender issues? and stuff like that so they allowed me to drop Phys Ed. Other than not being able to check out the boys in the showers that didn?t bother me at all, probably because over the summer I had progressed to giving Andy a real hand job every so often, no more through-the-jeans-jobs for me, and I could actually hold his dick in my hands now and play with it. I was lying in bed the other night and idly playing with myself before I fell asleep. I realized now that I can?t feel my balls at all ? either they?ve shrunk up inside my body, or disappeared completely ? doesn?t really bother me though as I?ve ?grown? in other areas. Those swollen areas on my chest? They?ve gotten quite a bit bigger and developed into pink tipped pert mounds that don?t stick straight out anymore, but which hang down an inch or so on my chest. And it?s hard to explain but, like, I like the way they move back and forth and jiggle a little when I?m walking, and it feels good when I play with them. So I?m lying in bed and I?ve got my hands up cupping those areas on my chest and enjoying how warm and soft they feel and tickling my nipples a little and what had felt good slowly began to feel really good and all of a sudden I came and a few drops of liquid dribbled out of my little dick. Man, I?d never masturbated by playing with my chest before! Andy was sitting across from me in the school cafeteria the other day and I could see that he was staring at the swellings that were clearly visible as they strained against the tight sweater I had put on that morning. ?Like what you see?? I whispered. ?Yeah, nice pair of tits? he replied and I kicked him under the table. ?They?re not tits? I responded, ?Just some, uh, swollen areas.? ?Yeah? Well if they swell any more you?re going to have to start wearing a bra.? And with that I giggled and kicked him again under the table ? really hard this time. I had to admit that whether you called them ?tits?, or ?swellings? or ?boobies? or whatever, they were kind of neat. I?m not sure what I liked better, when I had my hands down in Andy?s jeans playing with his cock, or when I was lying on my back with my blouse unbuttoned and he was leaning over me, fondling my ?swellings? and licking and sucking on my plump nipples. My older sisters have been treating me differently the last several months. Before, I was kind of like the ?bratty little brother? to them but now they?re being friendlier to me. They?ve begun to go through their clothes and pick out the ones that they don?t wear much anymore and that will fit me ? or that I can grow into ? so I now have a really nice wardrobe ? everything from frilly underwear to dresses. Not that I?m really into wearing dresses yet ? but maybe sometime ? who knows. While I learned how to take care of my hair several years ago, it?s now gotten so long that my sisters convinced me that it needs to be trimmed a little so Katie and Lori took me to a nearby beauty parlor last week and I had my hair trimmed a little, and lightened and the beautician did something to it that makes it wavy and much fuller looking. I was so happy with the way it looked the first time that I saw it in the mirror that I cried in happiness a little. The summer between my Sophomore and Junior years, Mom decided that we should have a family portrait. I was joking around with my sisters, wondering which of our fathers she would get to be in the portrait (Maybe all of them? The ones she could identify anyway?). But in the end it was just her and us kids. Given how clueless our Mother can be, Mary and Lori, the two eldest, decided that they?d better take over and organize the family photo if things weren?t going to get all screwed up. So they ordered a pretty outfit for Emmaline to wear for the photo. And they decided that us kids should all dress the same ? tan chinos, white blouses, white high heeled sandals ? and we should all get our hair done in the same style and be wearing the same makeup and jewelry. Man, makeup and jewelry? That was a whole new world for me. So I got my eyebrows plucked and learned about foundation and eyeliner and lip gloss and all that sort of stuff. And Katie pierced my ears in a couple of places ? they didn?t bleed that much and I hardly cried at all. And the day of the photograph we let Mom take care of Emmaline while the four of us went to the beauty parlor and got our hair and nails done. Lori had talked everyone into not wearing bras for the picture ? which was fine with me because I?d never worn one and didn?t want to start now. Now it?s not like Lori wanted everyone?s tits hanging out or anything but she thought it would be sexier (her word, not mine) to show some cleavage and give a hint of the unrestrained shape of our breasts under our blouses. I kind of think she came up with that idea because she has larger breasts than anyone else in the household and wants to use the photo as a chance to show them off. I reluctantly went along with her because my ?swellings? had gotten large enough that it really did look like I had a pair of breasts. In fact, mine looked larger than Katie?s and that upset her a little. Anyway, after we got past the breast thing, we put on our earrings, bracelets, rings and necklaces, touched up our makeup, got Mom and Emmaline and went to the photographer?s studio. The photographer took a group shot with several different poses and then some individual shots. It was kind of funny how he kept referring to us as ?you girls? and me as the ?youngest sister? and I don?t think he ever figured out why the four of us were giggling and laughing a little and I was blushing. Anyway, I just felt so pretty that after we were done with the photographer that day I kept putting on makeup and wearing some of my jewelry every day. The first time that Andy saw me wearing makeup and jewelry he was speechless ? just sort of stood there and stared at me with his mouth open while I blushed and giggled. So he took me out for pizza, and then we went to a movie, and then just walked home, holding hands, and stopping every so often to and hug and kiss a little. Andy?s folks were out at some party that night so we stopped by his house first and decided to watch TV. So we?re watching TV and snuggling up on the couch, and then he?s got his hands up under my sweater, rubbing my breasts, and I?d unzipped his jeans and was playing with his dick. And then all of a sudden I?m lying on my back on the couch and Andy is gently pulling off my slacks and then my panties. He gently spread my soft white thighs to reveal my tiny little nubbin of a dick nestled down in a thatch of curly blond hair. And then he?s got his face down in my crotch licking my dick and gently sucking on it. O Man! A few minutes of that and I was moaning with pleasure and ended up having, like, absolutely the best orgasm of my life! We weren?t sure when Andy?s folks would be coming home so we hugged and kissed a little more before I got dressed and Andy finished walking me home. I can?t wait till I can get Andy alone and return the favor by going down on him, and wrapping my soft, pink lips around his hot, bulging shaft ? but that?s another story.