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develop \di-'vel-ep\ v. 1. To bring out the capabilities or possibilities of; bring to a more advanced or effective state. 2. To cause to grow or expand. Casey decided he would never masturbate again after that morning. Then he made the same resolution the next day. Then once more the day after that. At least he wasn't having any more weird sex dreams and he had been careful enough not to widen the wound. Although he had to admit two fingers inside it still felt better than one. School was the next day but Casey was still in bed, naked and embracing the usual fantasy that got him off. Casey was Skye and Skye had this strange, uncontrollable desire to be filled, completed, fucked. "Mmm, yes. Fuck me." It was so confusing. Even now Casey wondered what was going on. Was something wrong with him? As her climax neared however, Skye stopped caring. Just one more time. I need to cum just once more. His two fingers pumped in and out. 'I have to be careful,' Casey thought, 'I can't let it get bigger.' 'No,' Skye thought, 'It needs to bigger. How else will it fit inside?' She thought of that night with Kyle, of his huge penis, of the sperm she had put into her... was it her pussy? "Oh God!" Skye came and, in cumming, forgot about anything else. Casey once again fell into a restful sleep. The next morning, the first day of school, Casey felt amazing. He was at first confused when he looked down, seeing he was still naked but failing to see his penis. Lately it seemed to get pulled in by the skin surrounding it and would tuck underneath. Even this didn't bother him however. He felt like he had electricity in his blood, that he had tons of energy. He sprung from bed and went to the bathroom. He had taken to sitting down on the toilet each time he peed now. He wasn't sure why, everything seemed to be in working order as urine still streamed mostly through his boy parts like it should. But every once in a while his body would repeat that experience of fluids coming out of the other hole and he didn't want to make a mess. Everything went normal this time as well. It was going to be a good day. He jumped into the shower. Casey loosened his hair from its ponytail. It flowed about his shoulders all the way down to the small of his back. He didn't remember it being that long, he'd definitely need to get it cut. For now it didn't mater. Casey moved one hand over another as he stroked his wet hair down, letting it fall all about him. There was a quick knock at the door and it opened. "Casey?" Shit! It was Kyle. Casey spun around but covered up, a hand placed over his crotch and chest but he wasn't sure just why. "Hey," Kyle said, "My shower doesn't seem to work. Mind if I use yours?" Casey at once thought to say, 'Just use it now. We're both guys right?' 'Right,' Casey thought, 'just hop right in.' He shuttered. He had to get a hold of himself. After all, showers were a normal part of gym class and there would be many guys in the shower there, not just one. Besides, it's not like I'm gay or anything. Even as he thought that he started to curl his fingers slowly towards the groove of his feminine sex. Then he remembered Kyle was still at the door. "Sure, I'll be done in a second," Casey answered at last. "All right. I'll be outside." The door closed and Casey put down his arm. "Ah!" His nipples sprung forward as his arm slid off them and they felt sore, like they had been rubbed with sandpaper. He went to touch them but that only made it worse, like sparks were jumping from his finger tip. "Ow!" It wasn't unpleasant exactly and Casey still felt really good otherwise. He also began to feel warm. Very warm, from head to toe. 'Am I getting sick? ' He thought not, he was too happy to be sick. He turned the water down colder but immediately regretted it. "Youch! Eek! Ap!" The cold water hit his nipples and now they stood out impossibly long. He tried to yank at the faucet but that brought him closer to the shower stream. He darted in, then retreated again. He reached once more, stretched but the cold was too much. "Ack!" Casey gave up. The water was beginning to feel pretty good. He felt flush and the cool water was relaxing. Casey began to get that familiar, gushy feeling inside. "Mmm, why not? I have time and it's not like I can go to school horny." Casey probed down in that familiar place. Something felt different than it had before. The skin to the side of his wounds was puffed up into mounds. That was normal and Casey had gotten used to that. But the skin felt rough, stubbly. At the moment Casey didn't care. Running his fingers back and forth along the ridges was feeling good but if anything it was increasing his urge instead of satisfying it. He plunged a finger inside. "Yes!" Just one more time, I swear. The finger was soon joined by a second. It wasn't something Casey would do but it was something Skye would. What had she been thinking about? Kyle joining her in the shower? 'It's not gay for a girl to want to be fucked by a guy,' Skye thought. Her nipples were still sensitive and sore but also somehow needy. Carefully she took one between her thumb and forefinger. 'Yes, come in.' She thought. 'We can share it.' Her nipple was so long! It stuck out even further than the width of her fingers. She pinched it and yowled. She tugged, then massaged the breast and opened her mouth wide, panting. Skye spread her legs, her feet slick against the floor. Her fingers dug into her pussy but the scar tissue clamped most of it closed. Wider. Skye propped one leg up on the soap holder and leaned back, plunging her fingers in and out rapidly. She could be pressed up against the shower just like this by a big, strong man. Such a man was right outside the door. "Oh, Kyle," she accidentally said out loud. "What's that?" Kyle must have heard, She'd have to be more careful. 'This is okay,' she thought, just on the tipping point of orgasm. 'It's okay as long as it's pretend.' "Nothing." Her voice squeaked, high and ladylike. As her fingers went in and came back out they pulled lengths of flesh out with it, more and more. These folded lengths of skin seemed to connect to his penis now, seemed to ride half-way up its length, covering it and draping off it like a blanket. Skye was about to cum but these flaps kept catching on her fingers. With the other hand she tugged on them. They pulled out but this also cause his wound to tear. 'No!' Casey thought but it was too late. He came and came and came. He had to bite his lip to keep from screaming out. He stood in the stream of the water as the last of the orgasm also washed over him, almost completely content. Almost. For whatever reason his body still wanted more, a climax he hadn't been able to quite reach since that time he masturbated with Kyle's underwear. Casey turned off the water. If he felt good before, now he felt sensational. He didn't bother with the towel and instead strode right up to the mirror, smiling. As he brushed his teeth he once again used his fingers to inspect the area below his crotch. It felt almost like hair. A look of realization came across his face and he dropped the toothbrush. Normally he wouldn't be able to bare looking at his scar. After masturbating Casey always felt a little shame but when he lived out one of these fantasies where he was a girl the guilt was soul crushing, more and more each time. He couldn't even imagine what his dad would say, Casey doing something so overtly feminine. Even if it was just pretend. Casey steeled himself and lifted his leg onto the counter. His crotch looked, well it didn't look that bad. His penis was there, looking relatively normal. Okay, so the extra skin on it was weird. Lengths of skin that didn't look terribly different than his testicle sack, wrinkled and pink. But the fact that it ran up his length, even pulled his penis into him a little was odd. His penis also seemed small, even small for him but he figured the cold water probably didn't help that. It's girth seemed a bit thinner and certainly there was the length. It was maybe the size of his pinky, if maybe a little shorter. He also saw the reason he had been having a bit of problem peeing as well, he could hardly see the little urine hole. That wasn't what held his attention however. Below his tiny penis, all along the length of the two ridges that formed around his wound - they were puffing up again as all of this was getting him excited - a thin stubble of hair was sprouting. Finally! The minor voice changes were one thing; at the very least his voice would crack and go shrill for a while but it didn't seem to be getting deeper. This though, this was definitely a sign of his oncoming manhood, he knew it! It was odd though. The hair was only concentrated in the area along this groove - it did look like a groove now in between the risen flesh. Still, Casey was too excited. He thought it might be normal to have desires like he'd been having and wanting to experiment through puberty. How could he know? He didn't exactly have any male role model to guide him through it. But once these changes came and gone he figured most of the weird thoughts and dreams would go with them. Or at least he hoped they would. The wound itself was hidden. He dared himself to go a little further and parted the flesh hiding it with his fingers. The wound seemed to have gotten worse. Almost a quarter of the scar had peeled back. Shame flooded in on him once more and he put his leg down. He needed to take his mind off that. He looked in the mirror for any other signs of change. He hadn't looked... hadn't really looked at his body in a long while. He seemed to remember the hair on his body being different. The hair on his arms might have been darker but like a shadow passing by on a sunny day that seemed to have faded, if it ever was there at all. Instead tiny yellow, almost translucent hairs covered his arms. They were almost like the hairs of a peach. He thought he remembered having hairs on his chest also but none seemed to be there now. It was probably due to him rubbing his chest all the time. He wasn't sure why - his nipples seemed more sensitive and even painful at times but he couldn't help touching them, especially when he masturbated. Speaking of the nipples... He grabbed another quarter off the counter. I wonder. Carefully he placed it on his nipple. He winced at the sensation but eventually checked his reflection. He wasn't sure if nipples getting bigger was a good sign or not when it came to a boy's puberty but he blew a sigh of relief anyway when he noticed that the thin, tanned ring of his areola flesh hadn't grown any wider. Wait, something else was off. He held his breath. The cold of the metal coin was making his nipple stand out but that wasn't the whole of it. He pressed in. His eyes closed, 'Holy shit that feels good.' He opened his eyes. There, he saw it. His finger was sinking into his flesh too far, so deep his entire fingernail had disappeared. His breast seemed a bit... fat. Now that he thought of it, his stomach seemed a little flabbier as well. He'd have to cut down on the snacks. "Casey, I don't mean to bug you but are you almost done in there? I need to get to work." Casey had lost track of the time. He reached for the door, then realized he was still naked. He grabbed his boxers and pulled them on. He still hesitated. His chest was still bare. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself then opened the door and hurried past Kyle. "Good morning to you, too," Kyle called after him as Casey sped away. --- Jefferson County High was a combined school that brought in students from many of the neighboring towns. Being Casey's Junior year, the ranks would swell even more - the last two grades were even larger and so a lot of the kids here he wouldn't even know. One boy he did know found him immediately even among those crowding into the school. "Casey Jones! It's been too long." "Hi, Roald. Oof!" Casey had stuck out his hand for a shake but Roald had grasped him in a big hug. "I missed you too," Casey grimaced. Casey shrugged his way out of Roald's arms. The pressure on his chest had begun to make his nipples burn. Roald wrapped an arm around Casey's shoulder as they walked to class. Casey felt himself blush a little. 'Why do you feel embarrassed? He's just a friend,' Casey thought. "Did you do anything interesting over break? Me, mostly I just hung out at the beach chasing girls," Roald laughed, "I see you still have that ponytail." Casey's hand went to his hair self-consciously. "Aw, don't take it for teasing. It looks good on you! Hey, you sure don't seem as talkative as usual. Where's our little jokester, huh?" Casey furrowed his brows and tried to give a reply but he felt his voice crack as the first vowels left his lips. He tried again but they sounded the same, higher, softer. Casey just lowered his voice, speaking in a masked, fake tone."You seem to be talking enough for the both of us." Roald wasn't fooled at all, "Ah, that's it then. Puberty huh? It's a bitch. At least you have a chance to grow bigger than me. I think I'm just about done and unfortunately I think I'm stuck with what I've got." Bigger, he says. Casey tried not to think about it but it popped in his head that bigger might mean something else too. He wondered if Roald had gotten big like Kyle was big. Roald kept rambling one but Casey was distracted with the thought. Casey certainly didn't seem to be getting bigger down there, smaller if anything. The only thing that felt bigger, puffier anyway, was his chest. Puberty; it was a bitch. Whatever he was going through he hoped it would hurry up. "...One thing leads to another and she's got me pinned on the towel..." Roald droned on. Roald did seem a bit smaller than some of the other boys walking around but that didn't mean Casey didn't tuck into his arm nicely. Casey was still a whole head and shoulder smaller. Roald also would never quite be muscular - certainly not like Kyle, though he didn't know why he was comparing the two - but he was definitely toned. He was sleek and seemed more tanned. He felt strong, holding Casey there... and he smelled good... and... "Hey, are you even listening to me?" "Huh?" "I was telling you about this girl I met on the beach." Roald stopped and grabbed Casey, suddenly serious and speaking lower, "Anyway, it wasn't a moment later and she was completely naked on top of me. Just one pull on the strings of her bikini and pop, pop! You know?" "Seriously?" Casey tried to pretend he had been interested - moreso that he'd even been listening but he couldn't keep himself from looking away. For some reason he just didn't want to hear about this other girl right now. "Yeah, but nothing happened though. One second she was grinding along my, you know, and the next thing I know she bolted. Something about her being worried she'd get pregnant but it's not like I was the one who jumped her. It would have been a better story otherwise, to do it on the beach like that for the first time." The two of them had begun walking again. Casey was now subconsciously wishing he was still under Roald's arm and consciously pissed for some reason that Roald had been fooling around with some bimbo. Ug, why is that making me mad? Casey felt a sort of fatigue and it was spoiling his good mood. He was sick of all these weird thoughts and feelings. He knew he needed to keep himself under control. For example he had wanted to take a hold of Roald's hand while walking but that was crazy, something Skye would do. Then Casey realized something. "Wait," he said, "You mean you're still a virgin?" "Geez! Announce it on the loud speakers, will you? Yeah, go ahead. Rub it in." "No it's not that. I am too, I mean." "Oh." Roald said, matter-of-factly. "Well don't worry. We've got the Fall Mixer coming up and it's a whole new year. Maybe that's something the two of us can get taken care of, huh?" They talked all the way into first period and sat together. In fact, they had all of the classes in the beginning of the day together. For the first two weeks each semester Jefferson had what they called Preliminaries. Both weeks were filled with a half day of classes. The first week was the first half of the day's classes with the second week being the latter day's classes. This gave the teachers a chance to do a sort of introduction to their course and give an outline of what to expect over the year. Casey was glad the day was short. By the time the fourth class rolled around his nipples still felt raw and it was making Casey sweat with need. He knew he'd need to go home immediately and take care of the situation between his legs, if only one more time before he gave it up for good. The fourth period class was human biology, of all things, and the professor's lecture wasn't making things any easier. "We'll begin the semester with the reproductive organs. This isn't sex education mind you, I expect all of you are mature enough to have taken that lesson in by now, one way or another. I like to start at this particular place in the anatomy because that's where everything starts - where we pass on our genetic code to little versions of ourselves." She whacked the front row desk of Ricky who had been dozing. He snapped to half-eyed attention. "That is to say babies, Mr. Henderson. Something you should be little more aware of with all the girls I see around your shoulder." The class laughed. "Then we'll move on to the development of these characteristics in life and their differences into full manhood and full womanhood." Casey thought the teacher at least knew the meaning of full womanhood. Herself currently filled with life and at least five months pregnant she also had butt, hips and boobs that flowed out absolutely everywhere. The class finally concluded and all the students rushed out, eager to waste the rest of the day. "Man," Ricky said, joining up with Casey and Roald in the hall, "I can't believe she called me out like that." "You were practically drooling over her, Rick," Roald teased and gave him a playful shove. Ricky didn't move an inch from the shove. At six foot five and what must be close to three hundred pounds, Ricky Henderson was built like a linebacker. The football coach every year begged him to make the team but Ricky always turned him down. Ricky had been like that for a few years now and felt awkward in his body, especially with all the attention he got. He felt comfortable around Casey who seemed to have a similar problem, always being the shortest. But Ricky had always liked Casey and Roald because they treated him like normal. As for Roald, he liked Ricky's demeanor even if he was a bit bullheaded and stupid most of the time. With all that strength, Ricky could have easily bullied his way through school but Ricky was always very gentle and Roald respected that. Just about everyone liked Casey so for him Ricky was no different but he did feel like Ricky was one of the only people, like Roald, who looked up to him. Even if they weren't exactly close friends, this made Ricky one of the group nonetheless. The two of them begged Casey to hang out after class but he escaped them as quickly as he could. He also did his best to dodge Kyle at the house and his mother. Based on how his day had gone, Casey needed to do something very private and very urgent. For a half second, Casey thought of calling Betsy up to see if she would let him 'upstairs' at her place but he knew that was impossible. She would never break her parents' rules in her own house and he couldn't possibly expose himself to her. Not with what he had been doing lately. He finally found some time alone in his bathroom and quickly took care of business. The next day wasn't much different nor the day after that. "One last time," Casey said to himself, "one last time." He knew it wouldn't be. He had taken to masturbating every morning, after class and before bed but was still careful. Often he would just rub his penis around. At least it was nice that rubbing his penis was beginning to feel good again, even if he still couldn't get himself to cum from it. Not matter what, he knew he couldn't risk tearing his scar anymore, at the very least the mess that poured from his opening was beginning to be a problem. He also would have to hang out with his friends sooner or later. He was going to run out of excuses. The first week of school came and went. Over the weekend Kyle, Patricia and Betsy decided on another movie night but Casey declined, saying he wasn't feeling well. It was true enough. His stomach knotted and his chest burned but truthfully he wanted to stay as far away from Betsy and Kyle as possible. Especially when he saw her try and place Kyle's hand on her crotch. This didn't keep Casey from recreating the scenario upstairs however and he reached down to his own crotch pretending he was where Betsy was. He came almost instantly. A lot of his fantasies lately involved Kyle but Casey figured that wasn't a problem, so long as he was pretending to be Skye. Casey also thought he had been doing a good job on his new diet but that didn't seem to help as the next week of classes rolled around. He looked in the mirror and saw a problem. The slightest of shadows outlined the outer bottom of the fleshy mounds that Casey took as fat on his chest. Except the definition of the curves there didn't make it look flabby like fat. The outline was a perfect quarter circle, smooth and round. The diet didn't seem to be working. He looked like he had man-boobs, even if they were cute man- boobs. Casey's hand dashed for the quarter. He breathed a sigh of relief at first. The area around the quarter hadn't gotten any bigger but something still didn't look right. He turned looking at one side of his chest. Then looked at his other breast. He lowered the quarter and twisted again, swaying back and forth. His hands rose up the side of his ribs. Casey breathed in. He took the corners - the shady areas of his chest - and grasped, pushing them together. That was it, his nipples were closer together this way but right where they were suppose to be. He released and they bounced back, sliding slightly further apart and back where they had been. How strange. He had done it so quick that he missed something. He grasped his breasts once more. This time he pushed under them and in, holding them there for a moment. There, just like that they looked like the tiny breasts of a girl. Casey couldn't help a giggle. They actually looked kind of cute, even for make believe. He remembered back to when they would all play as kids. Him and Roald, even Ricky and some other kids once in a while would play that game of make believe where each of them would be one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Casey would of course play Casey Jones but that wasn't all. The female in the cartoon was a reporter by the name of April O'Neal. April was the one always needing help from the Turtles but of course all the other boys were too embarrassed to play a girl. Casey wasn't. He would undo his ponytail, ruffle up his hair and shake his hips, all the while shrieking out cries for help in a faked voice. He had the other kids in stitches laughing and Casey always found you could get away with a lot, even acting like a girl, so long as you had a good sense of humor about it. "You look pretty, Skye," Casey said to the girl in the mirror. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, still cupping her breasts and sticking them out "Hey there, cutie!" the girl in the mirror said back at him. The sexy, high voice was half-mocked but also half-real-girl. "Mmm, don't you look sexy. What are you thinking about big boy?" 'Time to pretend,' Casey thought. He had gotten off once already in the shower but he needed this. Just once more. "Yeah, I know what you want." Casey, now Skye, lifted her leg so it rested on the counter and leaned the other way until her sex opened to the mirror. The penis was tiny but excited, standing taut. The skin surrounding it kept it from standing out straight, instead it angled down. All around it her hole loomed. Skye took a hand off her breast and poked at the flesh. The pubic hair around the puffed labia had progressed. It had at first stood straight but now had lengthened into short, thin whips and curls that were matted against the flesh. Even just probing like this felt divine but her chest looked wrong now, one girlish breast held in hand but, without being propped up, the other side just looked like the slightly puffy chest of a boy. She shifted her hand back. That looked better but now her sex needed attention. Her hand went back down to her pussy but now the breast no longer looked like a breast again. "Ug! Hurry up," Skye chided herself." I'm going to be late for school." In an act of desperation Skye climbed on top of the counter, grinding her sex against the smooth surface, holding her breasts in her hands. It felt good for a moment, grinding her crotch against the tiled counter. But the counter was too smooth, she was getting nowhere. Her hand reached out for something, anything. It found the soap. In a flash she put the bottle beneath her. It slid horizontally into her grove. That was much better. 'I could turn it vertically,' Skye thought, 'fit it inside?' 'No,' Casey's mind protested, 'it will stretch it.' "Mmm, maybe I want to be stretched." She ground against it, rocking back and forth. The bottle slid then caught, then smooshed in, then slid again. "Oh!" Skye squealed. Something felt different, good. She looked. The nozzle of the soap dispenser had slipped inside her sex and tickled her insides. The head of the nozzle - where the soap came out - was curved, not unlike the head of a dildo. Skye rocked her hips back and forth again. The head stayed in but the jostle made it tickle her insides perfectly. She rocked again and again. Skye was now pressed up against the mirror, tits pressing against the glass. She released them and they stayed and immediately her hand went to her crotch. She was seconds away from cumming. Her hand found the tip of her wound, the head of the nozzle. She grabbed but accidentally bumped it. The mechanism in the dispenser triggered, sending liquid squiring into her. "Oh God!" Skye yelped and came. She pressed the dispenser again and again, pulsing in spurt after spurt of liquid into her pussy. This is what she needed. This is the orgasm she had been seeking. Back arched, head back, hair flying behind her and brushing against her ass, Skye came again and again and again --- Casey sat on a locker room bench, sweating, staring at his cellphone. The text read: Feeling better? He wasn't. Casey knew there was more happening in the area between his legs than just the opened wound, or puberty, or whatever . Right before he had left for school, he had noticed his boxers were stained. It couldn't have been the soap he had shot into his wound while masturbating - he had cleaned all of that out. Anyway, he probed this new dampness between his legs. It certainly didn't smell like soap . Casey was embarrassed when he had reached his fingers up to his nose. They did smell a bit sweet but too musky. The stuff, whatever it was, came from inside him. He was about to dismiss it as just more fluids rushing out of his wound but then took a bit of it in between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it around. It looked milky, whitish. It looked a lot like the stuff he had found in Kyle's briefs that one day, almost like sperm but not quite. An idea came to Casey and, sitting there on the bench before gym class, Casey suddenly felt very exposed. I'm leaking. It all made sense. That's what the surgery must have been. That's why it felt so good playing around down there. Somehow his penis must have some sort of damaged area and, now that he had opened it up, the stuff that was suppose to go through his penis now went through this hole. 'On the bright side,' he thought, 'I could always go to the hospital and have them patch me back up.' Though Casey didn't like hospitals very much. 'Maybe I'll give it a while to see if it will heal on its own.' The real problem was what to do in the short term and classes like gym would certainly be a problem, what with all the boys changing and unchanging in such close proximity. He had his shirt off and had unraveled his hair but wasn't sure just what to do about his pants and boxers. "Hey guys, check out little Miss Sissy here!" A voice behind Casey echoed. It sounded like the voice was talking to him. "What's the matter? Don't like changing in front of the boys?" Casey turned. Three boys had surrounded him. They were kids Casey had never seen before, probably kids from another school district that was merged in this year. Each boy was bigger than him but that wasn't saying much. The grins on their faces made it seem like Casey could be in for some trouble if he didn't do something. "What are you? Some sort of fag?" The lead boy taunted. Three versus one would mean this could be over before he could shout for help but Casey had been in situations like this before and his mind always reached for the same bag of tricks. 'So long as you make them laugh,' he thought, 'you can get away with anything.' "Oh, you think so?" Casey drawled. It was a spot-on impression of his April O'Neal, right down to him bobbing his hair up. "Why? You want a piece of me, big boy? I don't think you're my type." Then Casey smacked his ass loudly, uttering a ridiculous, "Mmm!" The lead boy's friends burst into laughter, one of them walked away in hysterics. Casey was laughing a little too by now. But their leader didn't seem to find it funny. He grabbed Casey's shoulder and shoved him against the locker. Roald didn't have gym this hour, he wouldn't be there to get him out of this one. The boy balled up a fist, hissing "Listen here you little... But Ricky did have this class. "Everything all right there, Case?" Ricky made his voice just a little bit louder, just a little bit more harder than usual. The boy turned. Ricky towered over the kid like the kid towered over Casey. Ricky was all but nude and his muscles bulked and gleamed. He had his arms crossed in front of him. "Just making new friends, Rick. Same old, same old," Casey joked. "Doesn't look too friendly to me." Rickey dropped his arms and moved forward a step. The boy let Casey go and shuffled away quickly, hands up defensively. "Like he said," the boy cried, "We were just talking." "Just leaving?" Ricky asked. "Right, right." The boy was gone in an instant along with his friend. Casey sat down on the bench again and sighed. "You feeling okay, Casey?" "Yeah, yeah. Why is everyone asking me that today?" Ricky didn't say anything at that and instead turned to go back to his locker. "Hey Rick, thanks though. I appreciate it." Casey reached out to nudge Ricky on the arm and it impacted solidly, sounding a thick thud. "Geez," Casey said, "You should work out more." Ricky paused and looked back at Casey incredulously but then caught the joke, "Ha!" Casey still sat on the bench, even as the last classmate left. He was tardy for the outside stretches, finally suited up but wondering if he was leaking out at this very moment or just imagining it. "Jones!" It was Coach Krevet. "Get your skinny ass out there! You're late for class." Mr. Krevet didn't believe in Preliminaries or going through class orientation. He had an hour to work with these kids and he was going to get the most out of them that he could. Best to start in hard. Casey was in line as they finished jumping jacks and was glad. He had hastily stuffed some rough hand towels from the bathroom inside his boxers as a last resort to catch any mess he might make. They were just in case, Casey seemed not to be leaking anymore, but he didn't think the towels would stay put if he moved too much. Casey took a spot on the field as they paired up for stretches. The boys and girls naturally separated and Ricky immediately found Casey. Casey did his best to push Rick's massive leg back and hold it there for a ten count. Ricky's leg seemed wider than his entire waist. Ricky returned the favor when it was Casey's turn. "Come on," Ricky said, "You can bend more than that. You don't want to sprain something. Coach is going to work us hard today, I can feel it." Casey could bend more, way more, but hw only carefully pulled his leg back a little bit. This made the paper rustle against his crotch and the pleasure building there was excruciating. Ricky's hand pressed Casey's foot with his stomach and his hand grabbed Casey's leg tightly as it slid all the way down to the smooth thigh muscles. It reminded him of how Kyle had grabbed his thigh in the dream. 'Okay,' Casey thought, 'I'm not gay but damn that feels so good.' Ricky switched his stance and pushed a little further. The bit of paper dislodged around Casey's groin; the tip of it found its way inside him. "Ah!" Casey yelped. Ricky immediately let go and backed away like he had been shot. "I'm sorry" he pleaded, "I didn't hurt you, did I?" A look of genuine concern was on Ricky's face and Casey felt a little bad. "No," he said as soon as he calmed his breathing. Before thinking the words through he started to say. "It's just a little..." he gulped, realizing the wording sounded bad in his head, "a little tight, that's all." There was no time to relax though. The coach had all the girls doing laps and Casey was glad it wasn't the boys. He watched as the girls breasts bounced up and down, even in sports bras. He wondered if his man-boobs would bounce like that. "Football season is right around the corner, ladies," Krevet said as he addressed the boys, "and I want to see what we've got this year. So everyone grab a flag. We're going to be playing a little pigskin." Football wasn't Casey's favorite sport. He could run and jump as good as any boy but when it came to the holding and blocking and shoving, well his small size made that unlikely. He was relieved to find a wide receiver spot open on Ricky's team and took it. The game went as you might expect. A lot of boys running around trying to prove themselves. Football is an organized game but this was about as messy as it could get. Both teams moved the ball around a bunch but as the period ended the game remained scoreless. The Coach had seen enough. "Play this last set of downs then hit the showers," and he left for the school buildings. Ricky wasn't very coordinated. In earnest he was about as blunt a force as you could get. Still, he was the tallest boy there and his team insisted he play quarterback. It hadn't worked out very well. Ricky was neither quick enough to run around nor quick enough to read the routes of his receivers. Casey walked up to him as their last huddle broke. "Okay Ricky, just do it like we were at the park. Count to four then toss it. You know where I'll be." Casey lined up on the far right. The kid covering him was quick but not quick enough. Ricky snapped the ball. One, Two, Three. Four seconds was more than enough time for him to run from one side of the field to the other. A play their little group called 'Opposite Post.' The objective was for him to be at the other corner and use all the traffic in the middle to lose the guy covering him. Four! It worked. Casey was wide open. The ball was in the air and it flew but it flew too high, way too high. 'I'm not that tall, Ricky!' Casey thought and leaped into the air desperately, stretching out his hand. He felt something fall out of his shorts but he didn't care. He stuck an arm out impossibly. He felt leather on his hand. Casey's agility and reflexes were always razor-honed. Instinctively his fingers curled, brushing the ball downward. His other hand came up even as he landed, securing the ball. He was right outside the End Zone, just another step. Slam! Casey woke up on the ground. Someone had ran into him, the wind had been knocked out of him in a loud, "Oof!" There, hovering above him was that kid from before, that bully! Had he tackled him? The kid at first was smiling but then realized his mistake. "Oh shit. Oh man, I'm sorry. Please don't be hurt. Come on, get up." The boy reached a hand out and this at least seemed genuine. Both the boy and Casey were surprised with the first thing out of Casey's mouth. "God damn it. Flag football. Flag!" Casey gasped. Casey brought his hand up and again both boys were surprised. Casey was still holding the ball. He was still a bit dazed but then he looked at the yard marker. He was in the End Zone. "Hmm, what do you know. Touchdown." The other boy gave Casey a smirking look of respect. "What's the big deal..." Ricky said, advancing shoulders-first at the kid. "It's okay Ricky, easy mistake. Guy hits like a girl anyway," he gave the kid a wink. Casey stood up. Then the pain hit him. The blow had come directly to his chest, directly across his breasts and they seemed to explode with sensation. They seemed to swell and Casey grasped around his middle. "Oof. Or maybe not." Casey gasped. "Damn idiot," Ricky said, pushing the bully aside, "Here Casey, you might have cracked some ribs. Let's get you inside." Rickey grabbed him under his arm but Casey was careful to protect his chest. He felt like they were exploding, spilling out. "Hey, did someone drop some paper towels?" A kid cried out. "Those are mine," Casey yelped, "but I wouldn't touch them. I've had a runny nose all day." Inside, the Coach had him lie down on the cushioned sofa outside his office. "Good to see you kids being a little physical." The Coach said, tending to Casey and loud enough for the whole locker to hear, "Now, I don't want to hear any belly-aching. It shouldn't be anything to worry about. Maybe some cracked ribs is all." 'Cracked ribs,' Casey thought, 'I wish.' It sounded too normal to be true. Casey didn't say anything. He had a clear view between the lockers into the shower and some of the boys had gotten undressed. Ricky himself was there in the middle, naked as the day he was born. Casey didn't feel well. The Coach bent over, speaking more quietly this time just to Casey, "In all seriousness, I could get in trouble you know. Maybe you should go see the nurse, get that looked at." The last of the boys finished up with the showers and the period bell rang. They scrambled to get dressed and out the door. Casey looked up at the Coach who was still looking at him, as if waiting for an answer. Casey smiled. "What are you, my mother? It's probably some cracked ribs, like you said. I'll have them looked at later." Casey thought he might skip the shower today, the smell in the room was intoxicating. His sensitive area below was all worked up and his chest felt like it might burst. As Casey left, Coach Krevet thought, 'Now that is one tough kid.' --- Casey got through the rest of the day, barely. His chest throbbed. He was able to dodge his friends but only because he said he would meet them later at the Fall Mixer. He was dripping with sweat. When he got home both Kyle and his mom were sitting at the dining room table chatting and laughing. Casey all of a sudden felt exhausted. "Hi honey. How was school?" "Eh." He muttered. He felt gross and wasn't in the mood to talk. "What's the matter, Casey? Not feeling very well?" Kyle asked as he passed by/ Casey wasn't going to answer and instead climbed the first step. His chest still felt swollen from earlier. His nipples were rings of fire. On his sweat soaked shirt they bumped out embarrassingly, he was going to have do something about it. Then a thought came to him. "Actually," Casey answered, "Coach thinks I might have cracked some ribs." "Oh my God," Patricia gasped, "Do you think you need to go to the hospital?" Kyle laughed at this, "Hospital? For cracked ribs? Just bandage them up for a few weeks maybe." Casey went upstairs. Bah! His mom had done his laundry again. He stripped naked. All that was left for him to wear was a pair of shorts that seemed too small and a light blue v-neck shirt that seemed too big. Casey slipped on a fresh pair of boxers and some shorts - man they they were snug! But before he put on his shirt he checked his chest. Luckily those fleshy mounds didn't appear to be any bigger or swollen but they did look red, especially his nipples which seemed to puff out a little. Man they felt sore, Casey wanted to rub them but knew he shouldn't. He slipped on the shirt and wasn't happy with it. Somehow, though the bumps didn't seem bigger before, under the shirt he did notice a slight bulging. It must be the loose v-neck. Dang you, mom! He got ready for the Mixer. Every year the Mixer was an event run by the students, for the students to get to know each other. Each class held their own Mixers so different parties would actually be all across town. "You almost ready to go?" It was Kyle's voice. Before he left Casey took another one of his pills. Only two more were left. Inside his body there were now enzymes flooding his system, actively converting testosterone to estrogen. Each pill was a flood of testosterone which, when converted, was a bomb blast of estrogen to his system. His body drank it in and used it. On his chest the body built up fatty cells and expanded ducts that would eventually allow for milk to flow. His milk glands were already nearing complete maturity. The nipples were also almost finished growing, long and wide enough for an infant's mouth. But the biggest development took place lower. His uterus was almost the size of a small pear now and his body would expand it further even today. His vaginal canal and fallopian tubes expanded and widened. And his ovaries were waking up. Casey was dropped off a few miles out of town. He felt that if he said something, he would have said something stupid - something Skye might say. That he might ask Kyle to pull over or something. Casey felt so horny. Kyle had sensed Casey's awkwardness so they made the trip almost completely in silence. The house for the Junior mixer was huge, even bigger than Casey's. Already, the blaring noise of music, laughter and shouts could be heard from inside. As Kyle's car drove away a yellow Taxi cab pulled up. From out of the house came Roald, stumbling onto the driveway to meet it. "Hey, Casey. You finally made it." Roald's voice slurred. He was clearly drunk. "Had a little bit to drink?" Roald paced up to Casey, looking like he was about to answer. Then he threw up. "I don't think the punch is punch," he said at last. Casey laughed a little. "The chaperones seriously let you guys spike the punch?" "No man," and Roald heaved a little but was able to catch himself, "Unsupervised this year. It's pretty crazy in there." Roald stumbled onto Casey who held him up. Through blurred eyes Roald looked at him, Casey's v neck shirt seemed to be showing off the slightest of cleavage. "Hey," Roald said, a bit dazed, "You look kind of pretty." Roald's face was so close, his lips so close to Casey's lips and for an instant Casey thought about kissing him. Casey blushed. Before he could say anything Roald opened the door to the cab. "What? You're going to leave me at the party by myself?" Casey called after him. "Sorry. Ricky's still inside. Go say hi." Casey didn't have much of a choice. His mom wouldn't be able to pick him up for another couple hours. He walked in. The music inside was deafening. He couldn't recognized hardly anyone there and at first thought he might have the wrong mixer but then noticed a girl he had seen in the hallway. She was new this semester, perhaps a new girl from one of the other districts but she seemed to notice Casey as well. She gave him a wink and began navigating the crowd towards him from the other end of the crowded room. To Casey's left was the punch bowl Casey had been warned about. It was filled with an ominously amber liquid but Casey's heart was racing for some reason. He grabbed a glass, filled it and downed it. He filled it again but suddenly realized a mistake; he needed to pee badly. Casey looked up. He couldn't see the girl anywhere. Maybe he'd imagined her but it didn't matter. He made a beeline to where the bathroom appeared to be. The house was a maze with hallways winding left and right and staircases running up and down all over. Inside every nook and behind every door it seemed another couple was in the process of kissing, groping or otherwise disrobing. He passed the kitchen where a girl was going down on a guy. She gave him a look that said, 'back off.' In the library a girl had her top off and was being pressed into the books by a tall, thin boy. Passed that, in a hallway that seemed to double as a study, a cute couple sat innocently holding hands and kissing gently, although Casey guessed the kissing was getting harder and knew the two would end up like the others. Casey felt like bursting. He made it to the end of the hall and the door to the bathroom opened just as he arrived. A young man looking both pale yet relieved exited. "It's all yours," he said in a nauseated voice. Casey entered. He stood at the toilet, realizing the boy hadn't flushed. 'Gross,' Casey thought and pulled the handle. As he did he unconsciously pulled his penis out from its little hiding place inside its pocket of skin. He dangled it for a while before he noticed that nothing was coming out. The alcohol was beginning to hit him and as it did the pressure in his bladder doubled. At that moment, he also realized what was wrong; he was going to leak. A knock came at the door. "Just a minute," he said. The music outside was so loud he wasn't sure the person outside would hear him. It distracted him and he forgot about his unique situation and still dangled his penis ineffectually at the toilet until he felt his insides clamping down critically. 'Oh crap!' Casey thought. He couldn't make a mess, not here. He twirled around and dropped his pants, jumping to sit down. In the commotion the rubber band to his hair snapped and his hair spilled everywhere. He released. Casey tried not to think about it but inside he knew, none of this urine was going through his penis. It must all be going through my wound. I'm peeing just like a girl. The thought made him giggle a little; that drink must have been pretty strong. Outside a voice said, "I'm not in a hurry or anything, but were you the one I just saw walk in?" The voice was sweet and sassy. Casey thought at once that this must be that girl, the voice seemed to match. Had she followed him? "I think so," Casey said, still nervously pushing out the last of the liquid, "I was by the punch bowl?" "Yep," said the girl, "You're the one." "The one what?" Casey tried. "The one I want to make out with. Now hurry up." This girl certainly was forward. But why not? The alcohol was making him feel good and it would also be good to do something normal for a change. Casey at first thought how much his dad would be happy to hear he made out with a girl. Casey had never had any girlfriends around, only Betsy. Then it came back to him. His dad was dead. "Fuck him anyway," Casey muttered. "What was that? I'm not sure I want to go that far." the girl said, though her tone suggested this might be up for debate, "It depends on how good a kisser you are." Casey had pulled his pants up but only stood staring at the door. He still held the second glass of punch. He wasn't sure he wanted to make out with a girl, he kind of just wanted to go find Ricky and hang out. Still, something about this girl was turning him on. Casey downed the second glass and opened the door. The bluest eyes met Casey's as soon as the door opened. Everything else on the girl was black. She had jet black hair, a black skirt and blouse, and black makeup. The girl looked Casey over and, after giving an approving smile, pulled on Casey's shirt, pushed him against the wall and kissed him. Casey's eyes were wide but slowly they drooped closed as the kiss continued. The girl pushed into him, both softly and hard. Her tongue was in his mouth instantly and jutting around like a fish. Stunned, Casey's arms were first stiff at his side but as the kiss lingered he reached up and held her around her back. He realized he had never retied his hair back into its ponytail and, as they kissed, it flowed around them both and got in his face. He had to hold it to the side to keep it still. "Mmm," the girl said eventually, pulling away but still keeping her eyes shut in a look of bliss. "That will do. I think we should go upstairs." Before Casey could say anything the girl had his hand and was leading him through the crowded hallways. He noticed the pair of them were getting some interested looks from the other students as well as some fox whistles. The girl yanked on his arm as she ascended the staircase and Casey was tripping on himself trying to keep up. Then he looked forward. From that angle he could see the girl's perfectly small and round butt beneath her flowing skirt. Her ass was pale and framed by a small, silky pair of thong panties that rode around her thighs, into her ass crack and disappeared there. The panties were glowing red. Casey felt very warm and was sure he was leaking again. Wham! "Hey, what gives?" Casey said, sounding nasally as he rubbed his nose. The girl had stopped abruptly at the top of the stairs and Casey had run into her. The girl was froze looking into one of the rooms. Casey peered around her and saw it. One of the rooms to the left had a couple in it and from the noises inside and from the blur of flesh it looked like they were about to begin something very intimate. The girl dropped Casey's hand and advanced on the room cautiously. Casey followed. She knelt by the door and held it, still a crack open. Casey joined her, looking above her shoulder. A girl with short red hair was kneeling at the foot of the bed inside. Her features were both soft and sharp, angular and muscular. Her top was off and freckled skin covered her all the way up to her breasts. She was bobbing her head back and forth and instantly both Casey and his girl knew what was happening. It was pretty obvious. She was giving the boy inside a blow job. This didn't continue very long before the boy held the girls head back cautiously, stopping her from continuing. The girl looked confused but then the boy said something. Realization came to her face and she smiled, said something back and nodded enthusiastically at another reply from the boy. Casey thought he recognized the voice inside but he was very drunk now and also very horny. Instinctively he began to reach for his crotch and his girl looked back at him, catching him. She also put a hand in her pants and the two of them continued to watch. The boy bounded off the bed and lifted the redhead like she was nothing. Her dress had been pulled down to her waist and as the boy lifted her the dress fell clean off. The boy gently laid the girl onto the bed. While he did she quickly removed her panties. 'Yep, definitely a real redhead,' Casey thought, trying desperately not to let his finger wander inside his wound. The boy's penis was massive, long and thick. Now all the two could see in the bedroom was the girl's bottom half laying on the edge of the bed, legs spread, and the boys bottom half standing a foot away, penis pointing straight towards her sex. Something seemed wrong, the boy didn't move. The girl was calling to him, uttering something unintelligible. She wriggled on the bed, then scooted closer to the edge. Finally, she reached her leg out behind him and pulled him forward. At this the boy finally grabbed the girl's knees and took a step forward. She in turn reached to grab his penis, guiding him in until her wet sex opened and enveloped his. He pushed further and further in, a few inches, then several. The boy bent down. Suddenly Casey felt a cold chill and he twirled around to the wall, no longer able to look. His hand was on his chest and his eyes were wide. That was Ricky! The girl next to him watched a little longer, then joined Casey who was still stunned and speechless. Casey finally realized she was kneeling in front of him, realized he still had his hand in his pants, now trapped by the pressure of her sitting on his lap. "I know, right? That's pretty hot," she said, "Did you see how cute that girl was?" "Hmph!" Casey said, turning his head. He couldn't believe Ricky would do something like that, and with a girl he barely knew, no less! "Oh, now don't be jealous," the girl said getting up. She reached out her hand and he took it and she lifted him to his feet. Then she turned to the next door over, opening it. "After all, we'll have our own fun." The girl disappeared into the room and Casey went in behind her after only a moments hesitation. Still, the room was almost pitch black and he didn't see her right away. He was ambushed. The girl jumped him, pulled him to the bed. Her mouth was all over his, her hands all over his body and grabbing to assist him, to pull his hands all over her body. Casey saw the twinkling of blue eyes and flashes of flesh in between kisses as his eyes began to adjust to the dark. The girl had removed her top but kept her black bra on for the moment. The girl's pushing and pulling made Casey trip and the two of them tumbled onto the bed, Casey on top. The girl grabbed Casey's hand and guided it below them until it touched dripping wet flesh beneath her skirt. The girl was no longer wearing any underwear! At first Casey just lightly pet the girl's pussy. It felt coarse with hair, two mounds rising above a valley slick with juices. Casey felt out of his league, drunk and inexperienced but the girl responded to every attempt and effort. She wrapped a leg around him and ground her crotch against his. She reached beneath his shorts in back and grabbed his ass, pulling him towards her. The pressure of the two of them rubbing against each other ran all along his scar and felt incredible. Casey suddenly began to get into it. He kissed her more aggressively, even teasing her neck and the tops of her breasts. The girl wasn't busty by any means, just two small mounds that poked up and creased in the middle. Casey also knew where the girl might like to be touched and plunged two fingers into her depths. She gave out an animal cry of both hunger and lust as he did so. She pushed her hips up harder, trapping Casey's hand between them. The back of his hand rubbed against his sex as well when he rubbed up and down. She undid her bra and pushed his head into her breasts. To say her nipples stood out wouldn't be quite true. Her entire nipple - all of the areola flesh - puffed straight out like tiny mounds unto themselves. They stuck out a good half inch, so much so that the nipple tips themselves looked little more than tiny dimples on top. Casey tried to suck on one of the tips but it wasn't long enough and slipped out of his mouth. Instead, he made an 'O' shape with his tongue on the bottom and stuck the entirety of her puffy flesh inside it. He suckled them. The girl writhed her sex back and forth into his fingers and yowled. She clawed at Casey's back and squeezed his ass. Casey stuck out his tongue and licked the bottom of her breast. Her breasts were so small that his tongue lapped all the way past its girth to her rib cage. Then he switched breasts. The girl came at once. She heaved so violently that Casey's jaw shook, biting down slightly on the nipple in his mouth. The girl didn't seem to mind. They were lucky the music downstairs was so loud or else everyone in the whole house would have heard her scream. Laying like that for a while, the girl simply kept saying "Holy shit!" over and over again. Casey rolled to onto his back next to her. He was glad she felt good and for the first time since he'd been having problems he felt a swell of pride. Still, the make-out session had done nothing for him. But the girl jumped up with a look that said she was ready to remedy this. She leaned over and gave Casey a gentle kiss. As she did, she slipped a hand under then hem of Casey's shorts, another went under his shirt. "Boxers?" the girl said, "So I guess you're a little bit of a tomboy then." Casey was speechless. His crotch felt damp and her hand was dangerously close to finding his dampness. "Don't!" he tried to cry out, shrilly. "It's..." Casey swallowed his pride, "it's messy down there." "Oh? On you're period huh? Well that's okay. I can keep my hand on top." As she said this, her hand pressed into his groove from above the boxers, massaging along it up to his penis and back down expertly. Her other hand found his breast and nipple and she pinched it. Casey gasped. "You know," the girl said, "At your age you really should be wearing a bra. Even if you're a little small still." Casey was about to cum but what was this she was saying? Tomboy? Period? Bra? Casey's shirt was lifted up and her mouth was sucking at his tit. She did it differently than he had. Her mouth was able to grasp onto the elongated nipple and suck, pulling it out. Casey was almost in too much ecstasy when it suddenly hit him; she thought he was a girl! Casey panicked and tried to wriggle free. She kept him pinned. Her hand dug deeper and deeper into his groove. A part of his boxers was now being pushed into his hole. "Shit you're pussy's tight, still a virgin?" "Yes!" Casey howled. He no longer cared. He was happy to keep up the illusion, just so long as she didn't stop. Casey was right on the cusp now and his mind snapped back to the scene before with Ricky and the redheaded girl. The way he plunged into her, that was what Casey was missing. Casey instinctively moved his hips out towards her hand in rhythm. She picked up on his grinding and matched by pushing her boxer-cover fingers in an out, in and out. "Oh!" Casey squealed, "Oh yes. Fuck me!" "That's it," she said, "That's my girl. Cum for me." "I'm cumming!" Casey yelled and all at once released. The two collapsed on the bed and lay there for a while. The girl next to him continued to sigh, sounding content. Casey immediately felt regret. Even now he wasn't sure what he regretted more, that this girl thought he was a girl or that Casey had wished, even for a moment, that this girl was a boy. --- Alison was her name and she was a lesbian apparently. She had told him before he had left and wrote her number on his hand. He was caught off guard for a second when she asked for his name. "Skye. My name's Skye." He tried to make his voice sound girlish as he said it and it seemed to work. He'd have to take care not to bump into her at school but luckily it was a big school. Casey threw all the odds and ends he had collected into his closet and pushed them far back into a corner. For one, she had given him her red and lacy thongs. "Something to remember me by," she had said. He had stared longer at the other things she had given him. One was a pair of girls' pads. She had a spare in her purse and thought it was odd that Casey wasn't wearing one. Casey at first didn't want anything to do with it but then thought these might come in handy the next time his wound started to leak, or at least it would certainly be better than crumpled up hand towels. He folded it carefully and stuck it inside the closet as well. Then there was her bra. This the girl gave up reluctantly. Luckily she had a spare in her purse. "You really can't go around without one," Alison had said, "tomboy or no. Some pervert is likely to get all worked up and then where will you be?" Casey held her bra up and smelled them. They smelled sweet and musky at the same time. "These were getting to be too small for me anyway but they should be okay for you. At least once you grow into them." He was both ashamed and amused he had been able to pass for a girl, if only in a dark and loud house where everyone was probably a bit drunk. He had to try the bra on, if just for curiosity's sake. Casey put his hands through the black arm straps and twisted and turned trying to pull the back end of hooks close enough to the one with loops. Finally, after trying a couple different angles he got it clasped. They felt tight but Casey guessed that was just because his torso was too big. Casey walked into the bathroom. 'They look okay. For a boy,' he thought. The line of fabric dug into his ribcage. He wouldn't say he had real boobs, of course only girls had real ones. The cups did push his little mounds into cone shape buds. The cup fabric itself hung a bit loosely with the breasts inside them. Casey laughed and for once was okay with looking a little ridiculous. He read the tag hanging from the bra: 30B Not that he was every going to try this again but Casey figured if he did, the 'B' was probably good enough but he would need a bigger number.