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Draft Elizabeth Parris Carlie's Prologue: I was terribly shaky as Auntie parked the car in front of our new house, a townhouse so different from our old place in so many ways that it might never feel like home. The house was nice enough but so small compared to the sprawling house where I lived with Auntie while my parents' marriage rapidly deteriorated. Of course I didn't spend much time at home since fifth grade which I suffered through in the local elementary school. Auntie, who was my mother's sister, told me I would now attend a private school where a more empathic staff might make things easier for me. No discussion, no choice. That school didn't last long nor did any of the others until a counsellor at one of the failed schools suggested that a very specialized school that could help me adjust to my unusual nature. It worked, sort of. "Tiresias Academy," I repeated aloud but in a very thoughtful tone. "Auntie, wasn't Tiresias a character in Greek myths? Wasn't he the one who changed from man to girl, back and forth or something like that?" "Yes, darling, he was. I understand how lonely you must feel being tormented for being so pretty and so slender, more like a girl than a boy." The conversation ended a short time later. Soon I was off to this new school where I found support in being the girl I needed to be. Bras & panties replaced my thick, crude boy briefs and undershirts. My hair grew long and was trimmed into cute styles that framed my face and brought out my best features. The uniforms were those of a traditional English girls' public school. Don't get the wrong idea. Our uniforms were not the shamelessly short plaid skirts of cheap fantasy magazines. Oh, no. Ours were shapeless jumpers worn over a modest blouse or below the knee box pleated skirts worn with wool blazers. We were learning what it means to be a poised, self-possessed and confident lady and not some freaky tramp. Most of the students at Tiresias had a one great advantage over me and that was the wholehearted support of their parents. Auntie sent me there for two reasons, the first being to prevent me from killing myself which was reason enough. The second reason was to piss off my father who more than deserved to be pissed off. He hated me for my girlish airs from the time I was a toddler. "Don't ever call me daddy," he would snarl and then slap me. "No real son of mine could ever be a sissy nut." Mother announced her intent to seek a divorce and agreed with Auntie to send me off to Tiresias Academy at her husband's expense. I refer to my father as mother's husband in keeping with his express desire that no sissy freak would ever be allowed to claim kinship to him. They separated and left it to the lawyers to work out the arrangements. Mother died a few weeks later from a previously undiagnosed illness. My late mother's husband withdrew me form the only place where I was able to feel I wasn't pretending to be someone or something I was not. Auntie, with whom I spent several summers being encouraged to me allow my feminine inclinations to blossom, somehow convinced my father it would to his advantage to relinquish custody of me to her. I later learned it took several expensive attorneys and the promise to bring some very embarrassing information into court to convince my father to go grant custody to Auntie. That was then; what follows is now. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// My heart was thumping as we stood at the front door while Auntie fumbled with the keys. The interior seemed uninviting, old but freshly painted with a lot of dark wood doors and balusters. The absence of furniture made it all the more uninviting. "All the clothing, toiletries and accessories we'll need for the next few days have been delivered and carried to the bedrooms. The furniture movers will be here within the hour. Darling, don't be upset by the kitchen and bathrooms. I've contracted with a local tile company to redo them. They'll handle every detail. It will go smoothly as long as you can manage to hold yourself in check for the week or so they'll be working here." That stung and Auntie knew it. Hold yourself in check meant that I was to stay out of sight or at least not be so unequivocally effeminate as to give the impression I was bizarre. She did hurtful things like that every so often as a way to remind me how horrible my life would be if my father ever got custody of me. Lately I suspected she was getting some kind of mild sadistic satisfaction since I was about to turn eighteen. The plus side of Auntie's hurtful reminders made these stings worth bearing. The soupcon of guilt that Auntie must have felt often ended in a tender hug that always felt good, too good in ways that were unusual to say the least when it came to affection between a woman and her sister's son however unconventional that son may have been. Another reward from Auntie on these occasions was the gift of something that was either barely appropriate for any boy or else unequivocally inappropriate for any boy but not at all inappropriate for a girl. Strange to say that Auntie seemed pleased when I really did react with something close to a tantrum which was to ball up my fists and stamp my foot. When I was quite little, rather than admonishing me, Auntie suggested that someday I would turn my anger against those who deserved it. My mood improved as Auntie showed me around the first floor of our new house. The house, once we made it into our home, would be a break from the comparatively opulent place where I had been forcefully denied the chance to live the role I was meant to live. We made our way up the front stairs to the second floor bedrooms. Auntie's room was the front bedroom with a private bath that for the moment was nothing more than an old sink and a toilet. The stall shower and separate bathtub were only rough plumbing. Anticipating my question, Auntie said she would bathe and shower in the hall bathroom. That left me wondering if I would have my own bathroom as I did in the old place. The bedroom that was to be mine was at the far end of the corridor. It had windows on two sides, both of which offered views of the river and the parkland along the shore. These views stood in sharp contrast to the gardens and woods that surrounded Auntie's family home in Connecticut. My first reaction was that the room was disappointingly small. Auntie allayed my concern about the size by showing me an adjoining room that had been a bedroom but was broken up. Part of it was to be my private bath and the other part was to be my sitting room/study. Adjacent to the bath was a small but adequate dressing room. Best of all, there was closet space galore which I just knew was meant to be filled with girl's clothing and accessories of my own choosing. The thought of shopping for all the things needed to fill these closets thrilled me with anticipation. The movers were due to arrive momentarily which led Auntie to suggest that I might want to sit on the back porch while the movers were there. Auntie, I was sure, suggested that to make me feel less self-conscious when any of the burly movers noticed me. My appearance was androgynous enough on the best of days but on this day I was wearing white short shorts, a turquoise cap sleeve, jewel neck tee and Keds style tennis sneakers with turned down cotton ankle socks. My hair, which was trimmed to a less feminine but still not very masculine length, was pushed back behind my ears. Every pair of sunglasses I owned was a fashion pair, mostly the cat eye styles that were so popular in the fifties, just another device to allow me to be who I was meant to be. There was an old chaise lounge on the back porch which I covered with the blanket Auntie kept in the car. The only other things I needed were my floppy brimmed hat to protect my face from the sun and my copy of "Gone With The Wind" which was back in vogue along with the rerelease of the movie. I alternately read and dozed lightly. Waking from these catnaps was accompanied by a sense disorientation. Adjustment to this new world would take time and luck, but luck was something that had mostly evaded me for as long as I could remember. The arrival of the moving truck starting made me glance at my wrist watch. The movers were soon done so it was safe for me to go back inside. I would be able to start putting my things away. The sound of a car pulling onto the adjacent alleyway attracted my attention. Car doors opened and then closed. My curiosity motivated me to lean over the back porch rail and look down the alleyway. A girl in her early twenties and boy in his late teens had gotten out of a small van. They looked enough like each other that they had to be brother and sister. The girl carried a loose leaf notebook and a file folder. The boy was taking a large carrier of some kind from the rear of the van. I froze as he stepped back to close the rear door and noticed me. As we made eye contact, he smiled in a way that boys rarely smiled at me. His smile was warm and I thought for a second it might have been flirtatious but that was probably wishful thinking on my part. What I saw in his smile would not last once he realized what I was all about. Of that I was certain. It was time for me to make myself scarce or risk upsetting Auntie. But then a strange thing happened. The young woman called out to me as if she was expecting to meet me. "Hi, there. You must be Carlie. Your mom, Mrs. Carter I should say, told us to expect to meet her teenager when we stopped by with the samples. We weren't scheduled to stop by until tomorrow but Mrs. Carter called the shop and said the movers were gone and asked us to try to stop by now." I was interrupted in a sharp tone. "You have it wrong! Mrs. Carter isn't my mom. She's my aunt." I cringed at how rude that I probably sounded but that wasn't enough to calm my verbal onslaught. "By the way, it might be polite to let me know who you two are." "I'm Louise Levisohn and this is my brother Ron." Then, in response to my puzzled look, she added, "We're from Levisohn Tile & Fixtures. Mrs. Carter contracted with us to redo the kitchen and bathrooms. She wanted you to help her make the final choices especially for your bath suite." Then Ron spoke up in a voice that would be best described as soothing. "To be honest, we were wondering if the 'teenager' your aunt had mentioned was a boy or a girl. No doubt at all; you're not only a girl but a really cute one at that." Ron's spontaneous comment on his first impression both delighted and embarrassed me. I felt my face growing warm and knew that I was blushing right down the roots of my natural blond hair. Despite my mouth having gone dry I managed a 'thank you' accompanied by an awkward smile. Now it was Louise's turn to flatter me. She started by elbowing Ron in his ribs, hard enough to make him wince. "Please forgive my brother's lack of manners. "Suave is just not his strong suit. He means well and he's right on the mark about your looks." Then she glanced at Ron and admonished him. "Can you possibly say something by way of apologizing?" "No need for that," I said. "It's pretty neat when the first impression I make in a new place is so well meant even if it's not polished. By the way, my name is Carlie." After I let Auntie know the tile people were here, we went inside and sat at the kitchen table while Louise went over the sketches, catalogue pictures of the proposed bathroom fixtures and a very detailed set of cost estimates. Despite being so young, Louise was clearly a seasoned pro in this phase of her family's business. "It would be best if you could see the tile samples the room where they'll be. And as agreed, we'll complete each of the two main bath suites before we start the next one." "Let's start with Carlie's bath suite so Carlie won't be bored following us around." Louise and Ron followed Auntie's suggestion. This was a little disappointing since I had calmed down enough to think about trying to flirt with Ron. Having had no experience flirting with boys as grownup as Ron, my attempt would have doubtlessly been a disaster. The only thing worse than him losing interest in me due to my awkwardness would be if he woke up to the fact that I was definitely not the cute girl he had taken me to be. We soon finished with my bath suite. When done it would be the ideal of feminine luxury. Auntie then went off to complete the approval process. There was nothing left for me to do but put some of my things way in my closets and dressers. But first I needed to take a few minutes to reflect on what just happened and to put it into perspective. I undid the laces of sneakers, slipped out of them and lined them up on the floor of my nearest closet. After unzipping my shorts, I let them fall to my feet and stepped out of them and kicked them aside. It wasn't long before my image, clad only in bra and panties, looked back at me from the full length three way mirror. The slender girl was flawlessly female except for the outline of a cut cockhead visible through the soft cotton of her every day panties. Shit! I thought silently. A panty girdle might work. Keep that boy part under control. Could have an operation like that Christine whatever her name is. No fun that way with no feeling down there. Keep what I have on account of it feels so good when I jerk off. Yes, I have to get Auntie to teach me about panty girdles. I can't believe I'm turning eighteen and she still has me dressing in preteen undies...Except for this silly little girl bra. Not that I have much to put in a bra. So what! I bet there are lots of boys who don't like those cows with their big floppy tits. Ought to start reading teen fashion magazines. Maybe pick up a few pointers. Thank goodness Tiresias Academy taught us how to move like real girls or I would be laughed right out of this new neighborhood. Wonder if Ron likes girls with small breasts. He sure seemed to be looking at me. Got to talk to Auntie as soon as Ron and Louise are gone. I looked at the cartons the movers had left in my room and started with the one marked "Carlie's dresser." The panties, however plain and childish, were mine. The boy underwear was tossed into the corner to be boxed later and thrown out with the rest of the trash. Having, with no effort at all, lured Ron into flirting me, I was now confident that I could attract boys as well as most real girls could. That meant there would be no further need for anything but girls' intimates. All my girl things were neatly folded and caringly arranged in my dresser drawers. But then the awful truth dawned on me. Having attracted boys, flirted with them until they dated me would end in frustration or worse. Sure, we could make out at the movies or in the backseat of a car. A boy might even feel me up but sooner or later he would get his hand under my skirt and figure out the truth. Then what? Humiliation would only be part of it and not the worst part. There was little doubt I would end up with a beating. The tears started to trickle down my cheeks as my movements slowed. Then I lay face down on my bed and bawled like the hopeless little girl I was. The crying subsided into occasional sniffling as an epiphany struck me. Don't dare think that epiphany is too strong a word. What occurred was a flash of insight that led me to begin to focus my anger and frustration at any one who stood in the way of my developing into whoever I chose to be. More precisely, whatever kind of woman I might develop into. Of course the ideal woman would be a lady, attractive, classy, emotionally strong and very assertive at the right times. I would take these traits a few steps further by adding physically fit, domineering, and vindictive when she needs to be. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Ron loaded the box of samples into the back of the van as Louise studied her notes and figures. "Nice profit margin but still competitive. No one can touch us for quality and value. That ought to make the old man happy. And as for you, jerk..." Having so addressed her brother, Louise gave him a hard punch on his upper arm. "What was that for?" He said as he gritted his teeth in pain. Louise, though beautiful, was no shrinking violet. On the contrary, her reputation in high school had been such that no one, neither girl nor boy, would mess around with her. "Don't tell me you didn't know that the kid is really a boy. Why flirt just to break the kid's heart?" She opened her mouth again as if to continue but no sound out as she thoughtfully studied her brother. "Your turn to drive," she concluded as if nothing out of the ordinary had been said. Ron was silent, perhaps even contemplative as he secured the boxes of tile samples in place. Louise relaxed in the passenger seat, reached for her pocketbook and took out a tin cigarette case. After rolling down the window she lit one, placed in the ashtray and lit a second. As Ron slid into the driver's seat, she handed him the first cigarette. "You look like you need something more than a smoke but a smoke it'll have to be for now. Look, Ron, something's bothering you that wasn't bothering you when we got here. You can talk about it if you want and I won't pass judgment. And don't ever forget that I don't repeat what you tell me; never, never will....Oh, and I'm sorry if I came down too hard on you for being nice to the kid in there. You meant well; at least I think you did." Ron looked at Louise with a sheepish smile, then took a deep pull on the cigarette before staring the engine. He backed carefully out of the alleyway and, as he reached the street, paused to look up in the direction of Carlie's windows. He sighed, filled his lungs with cigarette smoke and put the van in first gear. "You okay?" Louise put her hand on his wrist. "Depends what you call okay. I got something to tell you though. That kid in there, Carlie...She's special. Okay, okay so I called Carlie 'she' but that's the way I see her." "Truthfully, if Carlie were a real girl, she'd be a doll. So looking her over doesn't make you a queer." "Maybe not but that isn't what a lot of the guys would say. Neither would the old man." "Who cares what he thinks or says? I just want you there when I tell him I'm going into the navy so you can enjoy the look on his face." Their laughter broke the tension. "Say, Louise, how about we go for Chinese? My treat on account of you care so much about me." "Sure thing." ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// "Hey, Pop. We're going out for Chinese tonight. Want to come?" Ron sounded cheerful but Louise sensed that something was bothering him, something that had to do with the girl/boy they had encountered earlier in the day. "Tell you the truth, I'd like to join you but I want to catch the night game. (Night baseball was still a rarity back in the mid-fifties.) Maybe another night. Thanks anyway." Louise and Ron showered in the bathroom they shared. Each had a door to the bathroom from their respective bedroom. Louise showered first and sat at her vanity table brushing her hair. She wore only panties and a short kimono style robe which fell open in front barely concealing her breasts. Her bra, garter belt and stockings were on her bed. She was smiled at the mirror. Ron, observing her from the bathroom as he toweled dry smiled back and waved moving only his wrist; not very macho. He made a pretense of modesty as he stepped half behind the door as he slipped into his white briefs. "Come on in, Ron. We've been too close for too long for false modesty. Something's on your mind so why not open up to big sister. Carlie got to you, didn't she? You got the hots for her, right?" "Uh-huh. Say, you really know me, don't you? Sure, I could go for her but it isn't only that." He hesitated, sat on the edge of Louise's bed and half unconsciously fingered Louise's snow white nylon panties as he groped for words. "It would be easier for me to make out with a girl like Carlie than with almost any girl I've ever made time with." He took a deep breath as his eyes filled with tears. "Not that I want to pass myself off as a girl like Carlie does...I just want to know how it feels to wear all those pretty things girls get to wear..." Louise turned in her seat to face Ron, looked at him with tender caring as she slipped her feet into her open back high heels. Her kimono fell open as she stood up extending her hand to Ron. Her breasts were fully exposed now but her brother was used to seeing her in all stages of undress over the years. He was more focused on the yellow cotton panties whose waistband just brushed the edge of her deep bellybutton. A few stray wisps of hair escaped from the leg bands of the panties. Ron took her proffered hand. Now they stood facing each other only a couple of feet apart. "You might as well learn what it feel likes to enjoy 'those pretty things' as you call them. No time like the present to start." She grasped the sides of Ron's briefs and lowered them to where the upper edge of his pubic hair was visible. "Go ahead and take them off," in a tone that was part order, part suggestion. He obeyed and stood nude before her, his cock no longer flaccid but not quite hard. Neither Louise nor Ron felt awkward as this odd scenario began to play out. He took a slow deep breath as his sister turned from him, walked decisively to her dresser and took something from a drawer. His heart pounded as she faced him, a yellow cotton panty suspended from her index finger. Next a long pause as if the two were suspended in space and time. Louise's eyes swept over Ron as he hesitantly reached toward the panties. His fingers trembled as he caressed the soft fabric. A shiver ran through him as his sister's fingers glided over the skin of his chest, lightly caressed his tummy. "So perfectly smooth." Then she knelt, leaving the panties in the boy's hand. Her hand ran over his lower leg even as her tongue floated over his thighs. "Not even the hint of hair," she purred. "So many girls would envy you and hate you for never, ever having to shave your legs." She rose to her feet as his cock twitched and hardened into an almost painful erection. "What are you waiting for? You know you can't wait to try on these panties." His mouth opened but no sound came out. "Do it," she snapped. Tentatively at first, he placed his foot into the panties. Then, with a little more assurance, he managed to get the other foot in and brought the panties to mid-thigh level. "Are you just being a klutz or are you afraid to act on your not so secret urges?" He swallowed hard as fear ran through him. "You knew," Ron said softly. Louise nodded triumphantly. Louise pulled him by his ear to the full length mirror. "That hurts," he whimpered. "I bet this hurts even more," she said softly as her hand brushed over his balls. "Poor Ron. You thought I was teasing," and she sunk her nails into his thigh, an action that made his cock go soft. "Just watch me in the mirror and copy what I do." An ecstatic glaze seemed to cover Ron's eyes as he watched his sister walk back to the bed to retrieve the white nylon panties that he thrilled to touch only a few minutes ago. Despite her heels, she gracefully stepped into the panties and guided them over hips as Ron mimicked her every move. She smooth the barely opaque fabric over the shadow of her pubic hair and then hooked her thumbs into the leg bands under her firm tush. Ron repeated this classic feminine movement as if he had been born to it. Louise smiled and nodded. "Little brother, with a little effort you can really turn me on. That Claire kid has nothing on you." A gentle hug was Ron's momentary reward. His breath was deep, even, and slow. This kiss he anticipated was light on his lips but its warmth and moistness was laden with promise and hope. Her hand lightly cupped his panty covered balls. "Now get dressed...over these panties." As Ron walked back to the bathroom to get to his room, Louise noticed that something in his walk had changed. She felt compelled to tell him how she knew. "Ron, next time you borrow my things even for just a few minutes at home, ask me. Ask me and don't forget to readjust my bra straps the way you found them. The same goes for my garter belts." /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Louise was waiting for Ron who took an unusually long time to dress. She was passing the time chatting with their father who sat with the afternoon newspaper across his lap and the radio on. "So you'll be leaving for Bainbridge in a couple of weeks. Can't say I'm not proud of you for wanting to serve this great country but it'll be impossible to replace you. It may be time to sell the business but what'll I do with my days?" "First of all, I doubt you'll sell and second, I'm sure you'll find something to do with yourself. Okay, Ron is ready. Bye, Daddy." She kissed him on his forehead. Ron stood in the doorway and called, "Night, Dad." Louise moved next to him, put her hand on his bottom and pressed her finger tips against his chinos. "What was that all about, feeling up my butt? What's going on between us is getting too weird." "Not weird at all if we both get a charge out of it and don't take it too far," she answered as they left the house by the side door and walked up the driveway to where Louise's car was parked next to the garage. "You must've learned that in one of those courses you're taking. Yeah, I guess we both got a charge out of the games we played this afternoon but enough is enough." "Why do you think it's enough?" She stared at him as him making an accusation. He looked down at the ground. "Enough of this silly talk. You'll understand why what you're calling enough is hardly good for openers. Now, in the car." Louise opened the passenger door for her brother and gestured for him to get in. It was as if she were showing courtesy to a young lady and not to a younger brother. As Ron bent slightly to get into the car, Louise again rested her hand on his bottom. He smiled up at her as he slid into the seat. As he did, Louise's hand slid from his backside, accidentally brushing over the lower end of his fly. Her smile told him that this was no accident. Ron remembered that he was still wearing the panties Louise had encouraged him to try on. As soon as she was behind the wheel, Louise patted the seat with her right hand. (Bear in mind that bucket seats were unheard of at the time of these events so cars had bench seats in front as well as in back.) Ron who had for the moment overcome his inhibitions about playing a femme role and learning to be seductive by making out with his sister, took the hint and slid across to Louise. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// "I've got a couple of surprises for you tonight," Louise announced as she drove past the turn for Fong's, their usual local Chinese restaurant. Ron shifted away from her so that he was almost facing her as he all but leaned against the passenger door. With unaffected movements, he took the cigarette from his mouth and held it out to his side in an elegant and feminine manner. Tilting his head back, he exhaled the smoke. "Do tell...When are you going to break these surprises to me?" "Just think back to when we were little kids and don't tell me you don't remember this. We used to play dressing up. You must have been around five and I was nine or ten. I conned you into wearing an old party dress of mine. I told you couldn't wear it unless you first put on my old panties and a petti-slip. You pretended you didn't want to be a sissy but I saw that you couldn't wait. You got undressed and as soon as you were in my panties...Wow! I never could've imagined that a five year old boy could...react the way you did." Ron squirmed uncomfortably. "I guess I remember something about that time but not much. Just kind of standing there in your panties, knowing how good it felt and feeling really scared at the same time. Then what happened?" "Nothing. I got really scared, too. Mommy might have thought what we were doing was cute or funny; maybe asked us not to do that again. Daddy would have had a shit hemorrhage and beaten us black and blue. I thought of hugging you 'cause you looked so frightened but I was scared to move." After a few minutes of silence Ron spoke up. "I thought we were going for Chinese. How come you drove past Fong's?" "Thought I'd surprise you with a new place in a new neighborhood. Been exploring with some friends after evening classes. Some really offbeat places; real swank, though." "Could we save that for another night? Not to knock it, but you've got me thinking about all kinds of things already tonight. Don't know as I could deal with anything else new." Louise hesitated thoughtfully before she responded to Ron. "Sure thing, little brother or should I say Roni, R-o-n-I, now that the secret is out, at least between us two. Talking to you about all this stuff's got me thinking, too. We both need something comfy and familiar. Lynne Fong, their daughter is working as a hostess in another Chinese place downtown. Let's try it." "Yeah, I guess that's okay. And besides, Lynne is pretty easy to look at. What's so funny?" "Ronni, I'll let you in on a secret. Lynne has a soft spot for you even though she's my age." They found a space almost directly in front of The Tao. A Lincoln Continental with out of state plates pulled into the space directly behind their car just as they reached the door of the restaurant. Brother and sister both turned to admire the car. They joked about how Louise's car might look with a Continental spare tire kit. "Stupid, like a real greaser-mobile," they agreed as their mood lightened. The passenger door of the pricey car opened before they even turned back to face the restaurant door. The car door remained open while the passenger turned to the driver as if they were deciding what to do next. The driver reached into her pocketbook and handed the passenger something, presumably money. The passenger shifted toward the door and gracefully got out. Her movements were well practiced to the point that if she had been wearing a skirt not even a glimpse of knee would have been revealed. The girl was dressed in chino Bermuda shorts and a vee neck cashmere sweater. There was a tense look on her pretty face as she faced the entrance. Her eyes lit up as she smiled at the pair. "This is so neat! The only two people I've met so far and I run into you...I hope you haven't forgotten me after a few hours. I'm Carlie, remember." "We didn't forget you," Louise answered. "It's just that we didn't expect to see you so soon and certainly not at a local Chinese place." "My aunt thought we should order takeout from a local restaurant so we could start fitting in with the neighborhood. We phoned in the order, so here I am. Didn't think it would be this far from the new house." Ron held the door for Louise and Carlie as the three entered the restaurant. It wasn't only his gentlemanly behavior that impressed Auntie as she watched from the car. The way he looked at Carlie spoke volumes. This boy may know the truth about Carlie, she thought to herself. Even so, he's looking at her as if she's a real girl; a real girl he would like to date at that. And maybe more than just date. Carlie, my sweet, we're off to a great start. Ronnie's interested glances at Carlie were not missed by Louise. The difference between Louise's and Auntie's observation was that from her perspective, Louise noticed that Ron's eyes were focused on Carlie's effeminate tush every chance he had. Ronnie lingered at the cashier's desk reluctant to go to the back booth where his sister had seated herself and was studying the menu which she probably knew by heart. The hostess/cashier, Fong's Eurasian daughter, looked on with a barely concealed smirk. "Carlie, this is so cool running into you like this. You know it'd be more fun and you and your aunt would see more of..." "Oh, I'm sure what you say is true but Auntie and I need to get used to a new place a little bit at a time. Say, maybe I could somewhere with you and Louise one of these nights. I bet a neighborhood like this has some great local pizza shops. Things here are so different from back home. Oh, I meant to say where we used to live." "Sure thing. Let me call you." Carlie tilted her head and smiled adding, "And maybe Louise won't want to come with us." That simple remark was enough to make Ron blush openly. (Ronnie might be a little too femme now that he was again functioning in boy mode.) A waiter approached with a shopping bag and handed it to Lynne who checked it for accuracy, rang up Carlie's total, and asked Carlie to "Please call again. Welcome to the neighborhood." Lynne couldn't help notice how Ron kept looking at Carlie as she walked to the door. She, too, seemed to be studying Carlie but without that awed look of someone falling in love or at least lusting after someone out of reach. "Be careful around that girl, Ron," Lynne offered. "She' not for you. You'll end up with a heartache that will never heal." Ron, fearing that Lynne was right, nodded and thanked her for caring. Louise waited until Lynne looked toward her and then tilted her slightly as the two women exchanged a conspiratorial glance. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Carlie opened the back door of the waiting car and started to place the shopping bag of Chinese take-out food on the floor only to be admonished by Auntie. "Carlie, for a bright girl....That bag will topple over as soon as the car makes a turn. One would think you can figure that out for yourself. Don't tell me that you're attracted to that Ron person. Now take the bag and hold it between your feet once you're in the car...and do try to get in like you're a young lady. Oh, of course I mean for you to play the coquette; coquette and not exhibitionist. You were meant to break the hearts of men and boys, to make them long for you. And only when they would be ready to do anything to have you, you would destroy them." Carlie wanted to speak up, to tell Auntie that her feelings and needs had been left out of the older woman's plan to use the androgyne to wreak revenge on all males. "Oh, Auntie, you're so unfair. You saw when I was little that I was a boy because I was born with a penis but that my ways were those of a girl. You nurtured the part of me that was girl and I loved your for it but I wish I knew when you really accepted that in me. Did it really start when I took my first steps or was it when things turned bad between you and ....? Can't you understand that I'm more girl than boy now and I want a boy to hold my hand and take me in his arms and try to get to first base with me?" Auntie's voice turned sharp as Carlie remained lost in her reverie despite being spoken to. "Carlie, stop daydreaming and listen to me." Auntie's voice was soft and controlled with just a hint of sensuality. The last trait was something that she had modeling for her transvestite relative and which Carlie was learning to emulate. "It's obvious that you do like Ron. Maybe it won't be so bad if you let him date you. Once you see what malign and coarse creatures men are, even young men, you'll be motivated to get back at them, to hurt them before they hurt over and over again." "Of course. I can't wait for the moment when you give me the green light to do what needs to be done. But can't there be just one or two males that I enjoy for mutual pleasure..." "Don't even think such a thing, not in the way most simpering girls would conceive it. Of course there are men with whom you can share sexual pleasures but that can only be with men who would grovel at your feet even as you favor them with intense pain. And don't ever forget that they'll gladly pay for the privilege of submitting to you. This Ron creature will easily fall in love with you and you will enjoy sex with him even as you break him. Liking him as you do makes him an even more suitable object to practice on." "Thank you, Auntie, I understand fully," the beautiful and innocent looking young trannie said in a tone tinged with lust and sadism. Her thoughts were very different. Oh, yes, my darling Auntie. You've trained me to be a superb bitch goddess, a priestess of pain and that will do very well to make me a very comfortable lady of a certain fashion but I will have a romantic love affair or several. You see, Auntie, while encouraging my natural femininity, you've made me too much of the all-American girl that you intended to be only a veneer to trap victims. What you didn't plan is making me so comfortable in All-American girl mode that it is what I am. Well, you've succeeded in raising me to be an angry and vindictive thing. Oh, and I'll enjoy dominating those unfortunate men who fall in love with me but I'll also enjoy some romantic affairs which is something against your rules. For me the best part will be when you learn that I resent you for turning me into a girl but trying to deny me all the privileges and pleasures that come with being a girl with only the tiniest bit of conscience. Perhaps then you'll know that I'm not going to act out your needs. Oh, no doubt I'll enjoy hurting men, even destroying them but it will be on my terms. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Ron and Louise were finishing their dinner in a back booth at The Tao when Lynne approached, glanced over her shoulder and asked if she could join them for a few minutes. Listening to the short conversation that followed made Ron aware that Lynne and Louise were taking the same classes at the nearby municipal college. They had both become interested in clinical psychology and had met some very unusual people through their field work. Lynne turned to face Ron and with a warm indulgent smile rested her finger tips on the top of his wrist. "Ron, I hope you weren't offended by me warning you about that girl. It's not like we both don't know that she wasn't born a girl. That's not at all what bothered me. Tell me to shut up if I'm going too far but I'm pretty sure that you could really enjoy sex with that kind of girl." At this point Ron's mouth opened as if to speak but no sound came out. After a few seconds hesitation, he managed to speak. "This goes no further," he began by admonishing. Lynne nodded. "You're right but how do you know?" "You're the kind of guy who wasn't ever afraid to say hi to the sissy boys in school, the guy who would put a hand on their shoulder. A lot of girls respected you for that back in high school. They would have loved you to ask them out and that includes me even though I was a couple of years ahead of you." "Lynne, I really appreciate what you're saying but why are you warning me about Carlie?" "There was an arrogant, triumphal look on her face when you asked about phoning her. Dollars to donuts says she hasn't had much experience with boys, let alone men so she wants to practice on you and then toss you aside. No reason for you not to test yourself out with her but just be careful. Tell you what. If it's okay with you, I'll toss some yarrow stalks tonight and see what the Tao says about you. (Shuffling or sorting yarrow stalks is one method of deriving messages in a Chinese divination system.) "Sure thing," Ron said sounding contemplative. "Meanwhile what you're saying is get what I can from this kid." "Not exactly. More important to learn what you can from her and through her, especially about who you are." Lynne excused herself and returned to her post at the register. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// The pair lingered over their meal chatting and smoking until Lynne approached to tell them it was closing time. Louise paid over Ron's objection. She mollified him by allowing him to take care of the tip. Lynne stood by, ready to lock the front door as Ron and Louise exited onto the street. For reasons that he couldn't quite fathom, Ron felt a thrill as Lynne smiled at him. He hesitated before following Louise out the door. Seeing that he was unable to frame what he wanted to say, Lynne spoke. Her voice was soft, almost sensuous. "Call me in a day or two and we can talk. Don't be afraid to get together with that new girl. There's a lot you can discover about yourself by dating her. Just don't let her get the best of you. A girl like that can be the worst kind of bully.' He caught up with Louise who had stopped to light a cigarette. "If you're looking to Lynne for advice, you're in the right shop. That girl is the best judge of people I've ever known. By far, she has the sharpest insights of anyone in our psych classes. Do you know she's waiting until fall to start a pre-med school program at some fancy university? Wants to combine all this Asian mumbo-jumbo stuff with modern science. And I'm not playing around when I tell she's got an eye for you." "She's a real looker all right but how will a girl like that go over with Pop?" ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// It was an out of the way route that Louise followed home form the restaurant, out of the way enough to make Ron wonder. "How come you're going so far out of the way?" "You'll figure it out soon enough and if you don't, then we know..." "Know what?" Ron was clearly annoyed by Louise's vague answer. His tone and mood improved greatly when it dawned on him as the car turned on to a street they had driven down earlier in the day. Louise parked the car across the street from Carlie's new home. "Okay, so this is her...er, I mean Carlie's house. But why?" "First of all it's only nine o'clock and the living room light is still on and so is her bedroom light so she's not asleep. And second of all you just deliberately refused to call Carlie 'she.' Come off it, will you? You'll never work this thing out if you don't face it head on. What do you say?" "Louise, I owe you for making me face up to what's going on in my mind. How about we stop in the candy store and I'll call her from the phone booth?" "Ron, you have to get out more and not just in our neighborhood. This is old money around here. No such thing as candy stores. Let's find a drug store." "Better still" suggested Ron. "Let's get out of this place and find a candy store in a neighborhood where we fit in." Louise needed no convincing although Ron sensed she was more comfortable in this enclave than he was. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// "Can I please speak with Carlie?" Ron asked failing to recognize Carlie's voice. "This is Carlie and I just know it's you, Ron. This is so, so neat. I mean that you called me so soon after we just met. Just a sec." Ron sensed that Carlie had put the phone down and heard Auntie say something he couldn't quite understand. She sounded pleased and at that instant Carlie picked up the phone sounding quite pleased with herself. "I feel so naughty talking to you right now." Her voice had a playful lilt to it. It was enough to make Ron feel even more attracted to the young trannie. After a strategic pause lasting only a few seconds Carlie continued as she shifted into a teasing mode. "I'm not so sure we should be chatting right now." Ron thought he understood what Carlie and began to apologize awkwardly. There was something about Carlie's playfulness and her voice that was making his face feel flushed at the same time it created a stirring in his groin. It felt like sexual arousal but it couldn't be he reasoned. This makes no sense, he thought silently. Carlie's not a real girl, just a sissy. Shit! She's turning me on and I like it! His mouth went dry but he forced himself to speak. I gotta say something. There's no way I'll let her write me off as a jerk. "Carlie, I'm really sorry for calling so late. I guess no nice girl would talk on the phone with a guy she hardly knows, especially not at this hour." "Do you realize you just called me a nice girl? You do know that I'm really a boy, don't you?" "That was just a slip of the tongue. I'm sorry." Ron was really flustered and was afraid Carlie would hang up on him. "A slip of the tongue? I was hoping that when you suggested we get together for pizza you might not be afraid to treat me like a real girl and not just some fairy, some homo. You don't have to make excuses for calling so late. That's not what's naughty about us talking on the phone now. I'm not really dressed. Auntie was helping me try on a new brassiere. It's too cute; blue and it comes with a matching brief panty girdle. I promise to wear it when we go for pizza. Ron, just keep what you know about me a secret 'cause I want to try living a full time girl around here. Promise, okay? Please." She began to sound agitated, even desperate over extracting that promise form Ron. Ron felt himself getting hard the thought of dating and even making out with this odd girl/boy as he pictured her modeling the bra and panty girdle she sounded so ecstatic over. "Sure thing, Carlie. I swear on my mother's grave that I'll keep your secret forever." They both thought the conversation ended well. Carlie turned to Auntie as she hung up the phone. The girl/boy smiled as Auntie reminded her "See how easy it is to take control of boys." Yes, Auntie, I do see how easy it is. But it's you who don't see that I really care about Ron. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Ron opened the phone booth door and just sat stunned with the realization that his whole being might just be changing. Not all that much, he admitted silently as he remembered the few time he had defied the crowd he hung around with by telling them to lay off the faggot that they were teasing. Then there were times he lingered too long staring into the window of what was then called a ladies specialty shop admiring the unnamable items of intimate apparel. Sure, lots of guys looked at stuff like that. They wondered what the girl they had a crush on would look like clad only in those magical garments. Ron knew even then that he was different because he longed to know what it would feel like to try on these mysterious under-fashions. He had gone so far as to caress Louise's things that were in the laundry hamper or, better still, the newly washed and folded silken articles as they lay folded waiting to be put away in Louise's dressers. He feared doing so; not because he might be caught but because he sensed it would become an addiction. He saw that Louise was watching his reflection in the mirror behind the soda fountain counter as she chatted with the young woman who worked the late evening shift. Her warm, indulgent smile reassured Ron. "Looks like you need something to get off on," she said softly as she turned on her stool to face him. She took his hand led him over to the magazine rack. "Something like this," she said as he raised a skin magazine from its slot in the rack. "No one else is here so you can pick and choose. My treat." As she smiled, her tongue glided across her upper teeth. Then she winked leaving Ron agitated. Ron glanced around to reassure himself there was no one watching although he couldn't have explained why if asked. The counter woman had opened the window counter in order to sell some cigarettes to a customer on his way home from work. The youth watched Louise's hand move across the magazines as it paused here and there to indicate a possible choice but most of the skin magazines were, he knew from experience, trashy. Louise sensed his dissatisfaction with the trashy magazines and moved to the few glossy and more expensive ones. There were only two or three and those never delivered what was implied on the cover blurbs. "I know a few places where we can get just what you need but it's getting kind of late. Another time." He nodded in response to Louise's suggestion while wondering what she had in mind. Louise took a copy of "Young Miss" from the rack; then copies of "All- American Co-Ed" and one or two other magazines aimed at girls in their upper teens. "For you. You'll see why," she remarked as she walked to the counter, paid for the magazines and handed them to Ron who responded "I think I already why." They started out in silence but once on the way home Louise broke the silence. "Well, why? I mean why do you think you chose those magazines? Let me guess. There are two likely reasons. One is that you want to jerk off while dreaming about how it would feel to dress like those models especially while drooling over the undies ads. But I'm pretty sure that would bore you quickly enough. What will really get you and keep your attention is the models themselves. They're skinny and flat chested; built like a boy is how you and your pals would describe girls like that in school. And that's what will keep you turned on; Girls that remind you of Carlie." Ron was fuming at first but then chuckled to himself. "Wow, big sister, you can read me like a book." "Roni, darling, I have some places that you have to see. The crowd there will keep your mind off those models." "Louise, one thing," he added in a sharp ''but quiet tone. "Don't call me Roni again. It isn't my name and it sure as hell ain't who I am." Taken aback by Ron's sudden objection, Louise paled and nodded assent. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// After a solid night's sleep Ron woke up rested. He chuckled to himself as he went about the morning's necessities. Why would I want to get something going with Carlie? Yeah, if she didn't have a prick she'd be a real doll but so far out of my league that I wouldn't even be thinking about phoning her. But then again, could be she's having a laugh at my expense by making me think she's some kind of queer playing at being a girl. Suppose she really did have a pussy instead of a dick? She'd still be way out of my league. Forget it. Now that Louise and I are finished with the measurements and estimates, I'll never see her again. He showered, got into a tee shirt and briefs, and lay back against his pillows with his hands clasped behind his head. After a few minutes of thought, he rolled on his side, opened his night table drawer and pulled out a couple of girlie magazines that featured well-endowed girls as was the fashion back then. Seeing these rather overly endowed females provocatively posed in panties and hose gave him no thrill. He kept visualizing Carlie in ladylike brief panties. She moved through his mind in panties of a variety of textures and shades. He walked to his dresser, to the presumably very chaste girls fashion magazines and carried them back to his bed, losing his underpants on the way. After swearing off the girlie magazines that had accompanied his jerk-off sessions prior to that moment, he reached for the coed fashion magazines Louise had bought for him. A few days ago he would have gone along with the guys in sneering derisively at girls whose breasts were less than stupendous. Now he longed to be with very pretty boyishly built model types. So what if they didn't have tits worth mentioning. Girls built like Carlie were suddenly the objects of his urges. Ron's cock was hard with anticipation even before he found what he wanted. Slender young girls the age of college coeds stood brushing their hair while wearing only the latest style panties and matching brassieres. His hand found his cock and wrapped around the shaft. A deep breath as he admired a full page ad showing two girls who were delighted by their new foundation garments and had no inhibitions about showing off their small but very adequate curves to each other. He wet his fingertips, stroked himself with well-practiced skill from the back of his ball sac to the base of his cock, up along the bottom of the shaft and to the rim of his cockhead. The willowy girls fascinated him. So different from the stacked models in the girly magazines, these sylphs with their A-cup boobs intrigued him. Their panties gently caressed the vee at the top of their thighs. Why am I getting so hot over these girls? They look like butter wouldn't melt in their mouths but those tiny tits...Now I understand what some guys mean when they say more than a handful's superfluous. Oh, yes... He frantically massaged his shaft but stopped as he was about to cum. He caught his breath as he wondered what it would be like to pet with a girl like these skinny models. For some unfathomable reason he squeezed his balls, wrapped his gingers around the base of his shaft and milked it hard. His bag arched and his legs thrashed as a wave of excitement radiated out from his groin. A hard squeeze of his balls and he exploded in a solo orgasm more intense than he could have imagined. A knock on the door that led to the bathroom he and Louise shred brought no response. One more knock and the door was opened by Louise who stood there in her every day pastel blue panties and white bra. "That scream could have meant only one of two things. Either you were in pain or you were giving yourself one hell of an orgasm. Sorry if I'm embarrassing you by walking in but I was worried you might be hurt or something." "No, I'm okay, more than just okay. Say, if I came that loud..." "Not to worry. Pop's too caught up in the ball game to hear anything." Louise noticed the fashion magazines were open on the bed. "Looks like you just made a discovery about what really gets you going." "Yeah, I guess I did." "That must have been one colossal orgasm. You shot your wad all the way onto your chest. Need some help getting cleaned up?" "Come off it, Louise. Okay, so I'm turning out to have some kinky instincts but none of it involves any activity with my sister." "Guess not," Louise agreed aloud. "Before you get any wrong ideas...I was going to offer to get you a damp washcloth." "Sorry I snapped. It's like I can't figure out...certain things." "Personal things, is that it?" "Yeah. I need to talk about them but I need some time before I can open up." "Sure, Ronni. I'll be here when you need me." This time there were no objections to being called Ronni. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Two days later Ron was at the Levisohn Tile & Fixtures warehouse by seven. There was no reason he had to be there that early other than he saw on the incoming inventory that the tiles ordered by Auntie had been delivered. The plumbing subcontractors had been working overtime installing the fixtures in the townhouse. He had to get at least another glimpse of Carlie. The only way Ron could be sure that would happen would be to load up the step van he used when he did deliveries and to hang on to the keys. His scheme worked well. The delivery was the last run of the day which gave him some hope that he might linger with Carlie. Auntie greeted him at the door. He managed to keep his disappointment at not being welcomed by Carlie to himself. His brightened as, after he had stowed the tile, Auntie exclaimed "I hope you're not in a hurry to leave. Carlie was hoping you might be stopping by at some point in the job. You don't want to upset her by running off so quickly. Go on up and surprise her." Ron tapped lightly on Carlie's door. The door opened and there was Carlie in cute disarray. "On, my gosh! Ron, I wasn't expecting you." She grabbed his wrist and yanked him into the room with surprising force. "Don't leave. I'll put myself together in a jiffy." It was impossible for Ron to avert his gaze from the girl/boy who was wearing a cap sleeve leotard. Well, not exactly wearing. Ron couldn't be sure if she was putting it on or taking it off. One arm was in the sleeve all the way to her shoulder. The other side was off her shoulder with the sleeve bunched near her wrist. The black bra contrasted sharply sharp to Carlie's lightly tanned but still very fair skin. Ron was dismayed although not disappointed that Carlie made no move to cover up nor did she show the least hint of discomfort at being caught in that very appealing state. "Well, hello again. I just got back from a dance lesson," making it pretty certain that she was not getting dressed. "I was getting ready to shower but we can chat first if you have a few minutes." Ron tried to maintain some semblance of composure as Carlie, undismayed by the youth's presence, continued to slowly peel off the leotard. Her smile was innocent, as if nothing unusual was happening. Ron stared at her as his eyes roamed over Carlie from head to toe. That his gaze paused at her crotch was not lost on the slender attractive girl/boy who remained convincingly female even in bra and tights. Ron could not help but be aroused at this sylph like being whose dishabille was more revealing, more seductive than if Carlie had been nude. His attention was arrested by the trannie's subtle muscularity. Slender though she was, the definition in her some of her muscles gave the appearance that she might be sculpted from marble. This was certainly no turnoff for Ron; it only increased the allure of this fey being. Ron's body tensed as Carlie moved close to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for surprising me..." "But aren't you afraid of letting someone see you like that? They might try to take advantage of you." A disdainful expression marred Carlie's pretty face as she moved closer to Ron who was both attracted and intimidated as he wondered what that strange look might mean. Carlie's hand brushed over the front of his crotch. She firmly took his hand and placed it on her bra cup. Ron had little doubt that what he felt through the soft stitched cotton was not a breast but a falsie. This did nothing to lessen his ever increasing state of arousal. A bolt of pain shot through his arm as Carlie applied a pressure hold on his wrist and his forearm. She adeptly shifted the hold so that he bent at his waist to relieve the agonizing pain. Carlie released the hold only to wrap her arm around his back and under his arm. A twist of her body so that and a tug on Ron's shoulder and the hapless youth was pressed against her firm bottom but only for a second or two before he was catapulted head over heels onto his back. As the fallen Ron looked up at Carlie, he couldn't avoid thinking of how much she looked like those girls in the teen fashion magazines. He should have felt humiliated but the Carlie's sudden onslaught paired with her being clad only in ballet tights and bra gave him a hard-on that strained against his clothing. The girl/boy stood over him for an instant and then dropped her full weight on one knee into the pit of Ron's stomach. He clutched his belly as she gasped as Carlie turned her back to him and wiggled her tights off her tush to reveal a pink cotton panty. Ron still lay helplessly struggling to regain his breath even after Carlie had completely removed the tights and tossed them at his face. She then triumphantly straddled his body facing his crotch and legs. Kneeling with her knees on her shoulders in a backwards schoolyard pin, she grasped his balls through his jeans, squeezed hard and immediately released her grip. Carlie got to her feet, extended her hand to the startled, beaten but very aroused Ron and helped him to his feet. "Still think some drip might take advantage of me?" She didn't wait for his reply but continued on in way that clearly was not meant to simply taunt him. "Wow, I can see I made you really, really hot. Well to be honest, Ronni, it did the same to me. Take of your clothes, please." Ron willingly obeyed as Carlie watched with her arms folded across her chest. Just as he was about to remove his boy briefs, Carlie pulled a white nylon panty from her drawer. Ron needed no coaxing. He willingly slipped into the panty. Ron was an apt pupil adjusting the panty on his first attempt at mirroring the girl/boy's undeniably femme movements. Carlie traced the outline of the boy's very erect cock through his panties. Moving close enough to him that he felt her breath against his neck and chest. He tensed when she placed her hand on his shoulder both fearing and hoping that she would launch another onslaught against him. But that was not to be, at least not just yet. Carlie turned his halfway around, slowly caressed the hem of the panty sending quivers of anticipation through the boy whom she had so easily and so successfully subjected. Ron anticipated what was to follow but was, for the moment, very disappointed as Carlie withdrew her hand and stared at him. The delay did nothing to soften his rampant cock. He drew a deep loud breath as she took hold of his wrist. She winked playfully as her finger tips traced the curved rear seam of the panty's gusset. The tiniest amount of pressure of her finger through the panty created an almost electrical current in his nether hole causing him to moan loudly. Another pause before Carlie faced him, put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him to his knees. His cock throbbed as she turned her back to him and brought her tush to his face. Ron needed nor orders, no direction to press his mouth against her bottom cleft as if trying to bore through the panty to get to her essence. He whimpered incoherently as Carlie thrust her bottom against his face with enough force to nearly topple him. His eyes widened as the girl's hand caught the waistband of her panty and began, with painful slowness to expose the base of her spine. "You may kiss me," she said. Ron responded to her softly spoken command with a peck against the top of her rear cleft. "No, my poor silly darling. Use your tongue." She lowered her panty another inch while pulling the waistband taut. Ron licked at her crack but could penetrate no lower than the waistband. In his desperation he clung to Carlie's thigh. "Don't dare touch me without my consent!" Her words and her tone paralyzed the youth who had so quickly become her thrall. She turned to face, stood before him arms akimbo. "On your feet," she ordered in a seductive voice that was in sharp contrast with her almost total domination of the boy. He got on his feet and faced his mistress with his legs apart. With lightning speed Carlie knelt down, grabbed his ankles and raised her arms sending poor Ron onto his back. Still holding him by the ankles, she spread his legs and brought her foot into his balls. Her foot struck with just enough force to make him cry out but nearly enough to disable him. Now she stood over him like a female colossus but only if one acknowledges that a female colossus might exist in the form of slender teen girl with that something extra that gives her an irresistible appeal to more men than dare to admit their hidden desire. She placed her foot lightly against his hard dick, against his aching balls, and with her toes caressed his panty to remind him that he had been allowed the privilege of wearing at least one item of feminine apparel. Carlie increased the pressure of her foot ever so slightly as she began rhythmically stroking Ron's cock and balls. His moaning and writhing increased as the need to cum built up as it spread to every fiber of his being. He needed to grab his own dick, stroke it hard for the few seconds it would take to allow him to explode yet he dared not offend the trannie w