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SMUT PROLOUGE: Dropouts score big but, they discover the problems of having wealth as minors. Tracy Jones and Dusty Madden were sitting in a downtown alley sharing large can of baked beans..... cold. It was a warm late September afternoon and the two seventeen year old dropouts were contemplating their next move in a life that so far was comprised of closed doors. They had spent the summer working for a landscape contractor and business had come to the seasonal halt. There was menial work available but, they were smart enough to realize that dead end jobs were not going to get them through the winter. They were both products of dysfunction homes and were well versed in the travails of drugs and alcohol. Both had dropped out of society the previous June and had been trespassing in an abandoned strip mall. Mowing grass and doing the lighter landscaping work for cash had kept them in basic food and the strip mall still had running water but, no electricity. Also, they noticed that the DPW had posted temporary no parking along the side of the street facing the abandoned mall. To add to their concern, the utility companies has marked gas and electricity lines, indicating that the mall was scheduled for demolition in the near future. What to do? What to do?. The boys had that one great American asset, Tracy's older brothers 1911A Colt .45 caliber pistol. The item was the pride and joy of Tony, who was currently a guest of the state for an indefinite period of time. Tracy felt that their truncated experience with the cities educational system was a severe roadblock to conventional paths of meaningful employment, that left some rather problematic options that neither of the young men wanted to pursue. They had been lucky enough to pick the mall as their temporary home and had limited their activities there. No one, police or villains had searched the place since they had been there. -------------------- Dusty, scrapping the last of the beans out of the can and tossed it and the plastic spoon down the alley and asked, "Do you have any ideas?" "A weird one," replied Tracy. "We would need a decent chunk of change, a camera and a car." "Not a problem," laughed Dusty. "What pipe dream do you have in mind?" Tracy reflected, "You know those black guys selling drugs on the southwest corner of the building?" "Yeah," murmured Dusty warily. "We need to get up onto the roof and watch them for a few nights and see how they handle their money," explained Tracy. "Your not thinking of robbing them are you?" questioned Dusty. "Exactomundo," said Tracy. "Your nuts," exclaimed Dusty. "Those assholes are always playing with guns and there are usually five of them." Tracy unwrapped his ratty jacket next to him aim and pulled out the .45. With practiced ease, he ejected the magazine from the handle of the piece. He counted the rounds in the full magazine, eight and he had a box with twelve more rounds still wrapped in his jacket. "Well, let's watch them for a couple of nights and see what happens," said Tracy. "Fine by me," commented Dusty, "it's not like we're busy." ------------------- The boys found a scupper on the roof that gave them an excellent and concealed view of the dealers activities. They watched the going on's of drug gang for three nights and noticed that the street guys were restocked twice a night, at eight and then again at eleven. The two guys who brought the new product to the corner also collected the money taken between the intervals. The money collectors also drove a new Chevy SUV. The morning of the fourth day, Tracy went to the corner and paced off the distance from the roof to where the dealers hung out. That afternoon, the boys rode their stolen bikes to a closed sand and gravel quarry. Dusty sat five paper grocery bags out, partial filled to keep them from blowing away while Tracy climbed up a conical mound of sand to the approximate height of the roof. Tracy, fired one shot at one of the bags on one end and his round hit low. His second round hit the bag and the following three rounds hit three more bags in quick session. "OK, I have fifteen rounds left. My guess is that once the shooting starts, half or more of the dealers will run in all different directions. My first two shots are going for the two guys in the SUV and then for whoever is left hanging around. We'll use that rope we used for tree climbing with Bill, the landscaper and tie it off with a slip knot and with our backpacks, go down the rope, grab the cash and steal the SUV," decided Tracy. "And what will I be doing while your having target practice?" asked Dusty. "Lookout," said Tracy, "you'll be watching for cops. We don't need any interruptions while we working." ---------------------- At twelve minutes after eight PM, Tracy fired five rounds and the boys went down the rope, pulled the release on the slip knot, ran across the street picked up four hand guns and the black plastic bag containing the cash, jumped into the SUV and drove off, leaving five badly wounded drug dealers lying on the side walk. The vehicles gas tank was nearly full and the lads headed due south on the interstate and did not stop for three hundred miles. Dusty counted the money while Tracy drove. "Ninety five hundred dollars, plus," said Dusty. Tracy had been listening to the top grade police scanners that the dealers had thoughtfully equipped the SUV with. Not a hint of anyone looking for their vehicle. "No one's looking for us?" asked Dusty. "What did you expect?" replied Tracy. "The black guys telling the cops that they were robbed of their drug money. They'll have a hard enough time explaining why they were shot in the first place." We've got to ditch this car," said Dusty. "You can bet that the dealer big shots have the word out about this thing." "You're right about that," agreed Tracy. "Let's head towards Florida, we'll use state and county roads. Look for auto junkyards. They would be the best bet for chop shops." -------------------- The boys pulled into a diner for some breakfast and Dusty opened the back door to the SUV and found another large bag under the two backpacks that the they had thrown carelessly into the back during the robbery. "There's a large gym bag back here," said Dusty. "Oh yeah, what's in it?" asked Tracy as he shut off the ignition. Fumbling with the straps and zipper, Dusty finally opened the bag and looked into it. "Money," exclaimed Dusty. "Lots of it." "Get back in the truck," ordered Tracy. Obeying, Dusty just got the door closed and Tracy pulled the SUV to the back of the half full parking lot and shut off the ignition. "Let's see what we have," said Tracy. Both boys were sitting in the back seat of the truck doing a quick count, or so they thought, of the bills in the athletic bag. It was all bills, a mix of twenties, fifties and hundreds. They stopped counting at fifty thousand dollars with more than three quarters of the bag yet to be examined. "Oh shit," said Dusty. "We got to ditch this truck....... Now." "No shit," agreed Tracy. "Still, let's go get something to eat and we can ask around about a used car lot or for someone with a car for sale." Pulling back towards the front of the parking lot, they noticed a late model Ford pick up truck with a tonneau cover over the bed with a for sale sign in the front window. Finding an empty booth, the boys ordered breakfast and then Tracy stood to ask the crowd about the Ford truck for sale. As it turned out, one of the cooks owned it and after a few minutes came out to talk with the boys. After a very quick negotiation, a deal was reached that included the cook getting the twenty thousand that he still owed on the pickup and he would get the SUV and keep his Tennessee truck plates. The boys warned the cook that the SUV was probably stolen and the cook, being a good old boy, blew this off, planning to report the pickup truck as stolen. He figured that his auto insurance would cover most of the note that he owed on the pickup and he would just keep on registering it with the DMV and keep the plates on the SUV and pocket the difference of his insurance payment. The swap was made in the parking lot and boys headed east towards Nashville in the pickup, now with the stolen Illinois plates adorning it. Driving on to Lake City, Florida where they stopped for the night. Eating pizza and drinking cola in their motel room, the boys final count of the money in the gym bag was three hundred fifteen thousand dollars, less the twenty thousand for the pickup truck. They decided, correctly, that there was a police report out on the SUV as a stolen vehicle but, the Tennessee plates, registered to a local would slow things down considerably. They decided to drive to the Tampa area, buy a legal used car and leave the pickup unlocked, with the key in the ignition and no license plates and just walk away from it. ----------------- Three days lays later, with legal wheels and nearly three hundred thousand dollars in cash, the boys were feeling pretty good. Now, walking around with that sum of cash can be hazardous to one's health and the boys were finding that moving into the mainstream of society without proper I.D. and a believable personal history can be difficult. Tracy and Dusty, finding the doors to a civil society difficult to open, no matter your disposable wealth. The lack of contacts and particularly, the lack of basic knowledge of how to dress, speak and the economics of society were putting them in peril. Tracy looked glumly at Dusty and said, "The problem is that we don't have any I.D., not even a drivers license between us. We can't open a bank account, rent a decent apartment, get a credit card or anything. Cash is OK for the small stuff or buying a car and we had to use your older brothers name and social security number for that." "Yeah, I hope they don't check that number out," said Dusty. "My brother is a guest at Cook County jail for at least, the next eighteen months." Tracy looked in the chest of drawers mirror in their shabby motel room, realizing that he and Dusty were getting pretty unpresentable. They both had shoulder length, unkempt hair that gave them a somewhat girlish appearance. Motioning Dusty over next to him, Tracy asked his pal, "What do you see?" "A couple young bums," answered Dusty, contritely. "Exactly," replied Tracy. "More to the point, a couple of girly looking minors. We're a fender bender away from being seriously fucked. No drivers licenses and a quarter of million in cash. Two questions that we can't answer." ------------------ "What do you think we should do?" asked the now shaken Dusty. Mulling that question over, Tracy said, "Haircuts would help." "OK, then we would look like two kids playing hooky from school," responded Dusty. "You know, young girls get a pass on a lot of the stuff that we get stonewalled on," said Tracy. "Well, good for them," remarked Dusty. "And how does that help us?" Tracy went over to his bed and opened the cheap laptop they had bought and found his way on line and single fingered typed, finishing schools. Several pages of ad's showed up and Tracy kept scrolling down until he found what he was looking for. Madame Mabel's Feminization Institute. Reading the business description, with Dusty looking over his shoulder, Tracy learned that Madame Mabel specialized in turning men into passable(?) faux females. No fees were mentioned, which led Tracy to think that tuition was negotiable. Dusty exclaimed in disbelief, "You think that we should go to girly school?" "I don't know for sure but, I bet that we could talk with this Madame Mabel broad and get some courses in the basics," said Tracy. "I'm thinking, how to dress, makeup and the other stuff girls learn as they grow up." "Why?" asked Dusty. "My guess is that this Madame Mabel is into disguises in a big way and I would also bet, that she knows something about fake IDs," replied Tracy. "We're both on the slim side and under six foot and have good heads of hair. We could use the cash we have to set us up comfortably for three of four years and when we reach twenty one, go back to being boys. What do you think?" "You don't want to know what I think," said Dusty, "But, it's better idea than any that I have. Let's check it out." Tracy wrote down Madame Mabel's address and said, "Tomorrow, we'll go and see this Mabel babe." ------------------- "This is a most unusual request," pronounced the trim, middle-aged woman sitting behind her desk. "Most of our students are wards of their sponsors and have specific courses of instruction that the sponsor's request. You two do not have sponsors and are requesting instruction in basic feminization. May I ask why?" Tracy responded with a mostly truthful description of their situation, omitting how they obtained their wealth. He continued with a truthful description of the problems unaccompanied minor males, without legal identification, have in operating in modern society. He went on with his and Dusty's goal of getting somewhat established and getting started as women would be easier than trying to do it as minor males. Tracy's story smelled to high heaven but, Joyce, aka Mabel was not about pass up such an easy money maker. "You say that you are both under eighteen?" said Joyce. "That is something of a legal problem but, since both of you are voluntarily requesting this course of instruction, I will overlook it. Now stand up." Tracy and Dusty stood and turned around as instructed while Joyce made mental notes. She then told them to strip to their underwear and gave them a seamstress tape measure and noted the measurements as they were made. "The tuition for your course of instruction is three thousand each per month, in advance. When do you want to start?" asked Joyce. "And put your clothes back on." "As soon as possible I suppose," said Tracy. Joyce nodded and made a call on her cell phone. Handing a sticky note to Tracy, Joyce said, "This is the address of a beauty salon. It's nearby and they are waiting for the both of you. This is your first step on the path to a very different you. You will be there for about three hours and when you've been made over, return here and I will have some clothes and your instruction program ready for you. Now, about the six thousand dollars." Dusty opened his back pack and withdrawing a packet of bills, peeled off six thousand in hundreds and handed them to Joyce. ---------------- Four hours of washing, cutting, trimming, snipping, tugging, curling, plucking, pondering and painting the boys were released from the salon and somewhat sheepishly returned to Mabel's. Joyce was truly impressed. "Did they shave you?" asked Joyce. "I talking about your legs, chest and underarms." The boys nodded and their shiny long page boy Bobs bounced near their thin shoulders. "Good," said Joyce. "Now, these two plies of clothes are yours. In each pile are a gaff, a package padded panties, three silk blend tee shirts, two training bras, two pairs of denim shorts, one pair of pink tennis shoes and an assortment of cosmetics. Now, I want you go into the dressing room and change into the panties and shorts. Miss Alice will be waiting to show you how to adjust your bras to fit properly and she will also give you a shoulder purse and tote bag along with a small assortment of costume jewelry. When she is finished, come back and see me." An hour later, two teenage girls presented themselves to Joyce. They were directed to the full length mirror and inspected themselves with amazement. Joyce was satisfied with the impressions that the makeover had on the boys. "Now, this is an instruction booklet on the cleaning of your new ear piercings and the removal of you makeup, which is to be done before you go to bed each night," said Joyce. "This is a data stick demonstrating how to apply your makeup. This is a list of items that you need to purchase at any decent drug store on your way home. Last but, not least is a little item that will help you with your feminine walk. Joyce unwrapped a small butt plug, an item that both boys were totally unfamiliar with. "I want you both to go into the restroom, pull down your shorts, panties and gaff. Smear this petroleum jelly on and up your anus. Then coat the bulb with the jelly and slip it into your lubed orifice. The first time is the most uncomfortable but, most new gurls fall in love with their plugs quickly. The plug will change your walk. You will quickly develop a nice wiggle. You'll be able to tell how good a wiggle you have and by how men and some women react to it. Now go." With the butt plugs dutifully performing It's objective, Tracy and Dusty slithered back into Ms. Joyce's office and received their class schedules. Joyce also gave each boy a spritz of a liquid into the back of their throats. "The liquid will tighten your vocal cords and your voice pitch will be an octave higher," smiled Joyce. "It lasts about three days but, after extended use, may become permenate. Also, buy some ear buds and download this into them. These are recordings of movie sound tracks that are predominantly female. This is to get you to mimic the speech patterns. Good day and good luck, I'll see you tomorrow morning." ---------------------- Tracy and Dusty felt absolutely naked as the wiggled their way to the non-descript sedan they had bought. The crotch length denim shorts that seemed painted on, seemed to have a flashing neon sign begging passers by to please molest them. The small bumps on the chest of the spaghetti strapped tee shirts were accented by the necklace, bangles and bracelets on their neck and arms. Painted nails peeked out of ring encrusted fingers. The next hurdle for the boys was entering the car. Shoulder bags, totes, back packs all presented encumbrance's novel to their life experiences added to the warning about entering the vehicle, butt first. Dusty was the first to speak and the squeak that he emitted, startled him along with the little jolt in his rectum from the tip of the butt plug brushing against his prostate gland. "What did you say?" squealed Tracy. Dusty began a high pitched laugh followed by Tracy, mimicking him. They stopped at the first drug store they came to and some found themselves in unexplored territory. They had never before explored the shelves and racks of powders, ointments, soaps, perfumes, lipsticks, paints, pads, applicators, etcetera that dominated fully twenty five percent of the available floor space. A hundred and fifty dollars later, they felt that they had experienced the feminine routine. They were laughingly wrong, of course. When they finally got back to the motel and piled all of their new 'stuff' on their beds, they realized that their current, shabby address would not do. They also realized that they needed far more clothes. They went out for their usual burger and fries dinner and following the unique experience of being hit upon by two greasy twenty somethings decided that less alluring clothing may be in order. The boys, set off the silk and satin world of the boutiques. Keeping their heads, they settled upon walking shorts and a couple of blouses along with a nighty. Clothes, shopping, an activity that would take a man, maybe fifteen minutes, consumed over two hours. The need for a more permanent residence hit home when they discovered that the motel's chest of drawers was totally inadequate for even the miniscule amount of new things they had acquired that day. He looked at Dusty and squeaked, "Tomorrow, after school, we're going to have to stop and get a decent printer for the computer. We need to make a couple of I.D. cards." ----------------- The next morning, the first day of school, was a typical late June, Florida morning. It was pleasant with the promise of stifling humidity and afternoon rain. The boys, decided to keep their makeup as simple as possible and just kind of brush their new Bob's into a simulation of proper place. They fussed with their bras and dabbled on lipstick. Carefully installing their ear studs into the raw piercings and standing in their underwear in front of the mirror, inspecting themselves and each other. "I hate this gaff thing," said a grimacing Dusty, "But, I would have a hard on tenting my front without it. I can't help it but, you are turning me on." "Believe me," replied Tracy, "I'm having the same problem." The boys pulled on their very short, shorts and extremely femme tee shirts. After loading their arms and fingers with the cheap costume jewelry, they decided that they ready to go. --------------- Standing in the lobby of Madame Mabel's, they were inspected by Ms. Joyce. Her critique was mostly positive. "You need a lot of work on your makeup but, that's to be expected. Your quite passable now, for a reclusive Tom boy," said Joyce. "So, we will start with a daily regime of makeup application, followed by hair care and after lunch, grace and deportment." Dusty and Tracy merely nodded, having no idea of what they were in for. "Ms. Debra will start you off with makeup, so stand by and she will be here in a moment," said Joyce and turned and left. ---------------- The next thirty days were filled with the immersion of the Dusty and Tracy into their new lifestyles. Tracy had bought a printer and had made new Florida drivers licenses for the both of them. He kept the names the same but, added two years to their ages and changed their sexual identity. "This is a very nice picture of you, Miss Madden," commented Tracy as he handed Dusty his new faux drivers license. "Look at those stray hairs," retorted Dusty. Tracy grinned, "Spoken like a true bimbo." Dusty tried to giggle and then asked, "Are we done with Madame Mabel's for the time being?" "Yeah," replied Tracy. "We should try and get some girly jobs to cover our expenses. You know, rent, food, gas and insurance. So Let's see if we can get organized in the next month or so and we have to open a bank account so we can get a safety deposit box to stash the quarter of a million in cash that we have." "Your right, having these I.D.'s is going to change our lives," murmured Dusty as he fixed his lipstick. --------------------- "What do we do first?" asked Dusty. Tracy grinned, "We get cell phones in our names." Dusty exclaimed, "Let's do that today, then we can find a bank." "And a gynecologist," added Tracy. Dusty pondered that last suggestion. "You think that we should take that step?" Tracy nodded, "I think that having some real bumps and curves would really help. I can hack into an out of state high school and insert us as high school graduates. That would set us up to attend a local tech school to attain real, local cred as local Florida girls." Dusty laughed, "Then we could become lesbians." "Absolutely," smiled Tracy. "OK, Dustinne, find a nice day dress and get changed. We are going out as ladies of property." ---------------- Three months later, the boys had sales jobs in a big box department store. Tracy was working in women's wear and Dusty in cosmetics, no experience necessary. The jobs added immensely to their everyday ability to pass as young women. They had been on a strict female hormone regime and small changes were beginning to become noticeable and as Ms. Joyce predicted, became very attached to their small butt plugs. With jobs and ID's established, they secured a rather nice, two bedroom apartment and spent twenty thousand dollars furnishing it. They had been accepted at a local technical college, studying business courses. The college atmosphere also injected into the boys, a sexually mixed social environment. When Tracy and Dusty went to pay their tuitions, they dressed in the typical Florida young femme style, shorts and tank top. The eye opener for them at the college was the variety of styles the girls wore. So after they paid their dues.......They went shopping, at the department store they worked for. They picked items to impress the women and for some unknown reason, to attract the men. The store they worked for, always appreciative of employees that educationally improved themselves, especially when the employer didn't have to pay for it, juggled their work schedule to accommodate their class schedules. During their first week of classes, the boys were hit upon by several boys and two very cute girls. They chose the girls. They accepted a double date with the two women, a get to know you affair at a local bar. Dressing for their date, they decided on skirts and stylish tops, suitable for Florida's humid autumn. They felt that a stylish come on would be appropriate for a first encounter. -------------------- "Does this mean that we are going as lesbians?" leered Dusty. Tracy ignored him as he made the necessary changes to their drivers licenses, adding two years to document them as twenty one year olds Handing Dusty his new I.D., Tracy told Dusty to give him his old license. "Now be careful, don't drink too much and listen, don't talk much until we find out what these girls are after, other than our panties," warned Tracy. --------------- Charlene and Marla, the boi's dates, were waiting at the bar and Tracy was correct, the Girly Bar was indeed, a lesbian bar. Charlene and Marla each of the boi's the standard girly hug and cheek buss. After complimenting them on their outfits, the two real girls confessed that they not really lesbians but, were merely interested in what goes on in a all female bar and were afraid to go in by themselves. Dusty reflected to himself that this revelation could make for a very interesting relationship. The couple's spent only about an hour at the Girly before moving on to a more conventional location, where the four of them did a rather convincing portrayal of lesbian couples. Two hours later, they stopped at a liquor store and bought two bottles of a Mosel wine. The girls followed Dusty and Tracy to their apartment and the getting to know you session began. Char and Maria were duly impressed by the boi's apartment and following the tour the girls sat around the kitchen table drinking wine and snacking. As the evening advanced, they moved to the balcony and acquired two more bottles of wine. When everybody had agreed enough of the wine, Dusty called cabs for the girls and promised to continue the soiree the following afternoon. "What do you think?" asked Tracy as the girls left for their cabs. "I think that we have girlfriend's," snickered Dusty, somewhat drunkenly. "Girlfriends in the girly sense. They didn't think that we were not what we appeared to be." Tracy concurred and poured the last of the fourth bottle into his glass. "I think that this is a good thing. We don't need to be fending off any aggressive male passes and I think that having girlfriends is going to help us a lot in passing as girls." "Good idea," said Dusty. "I'm going to bed." Tracy finished his wine and headed for his bedroom. Sitting at his vanity and clumsily performing his nightly ritual, Tracy looked at the girl in the mirror and decided that being a wealthy girl in Florida beat the he'll out of being a homeless bum in Chicago. ------------------------ Late the next morning, Tracy drove Maria's car to her apartment on the west side of Tampa while Dusty followed. Surprisingly, Maria was nearly ready to go out. They decided to take the boi's car and picked up Charlene and drove to a beach bar on St. Pete Beach. They lunched and chatted while the boi's absorbed what young women did without young men to distract them. Fortunately, the conversation centered on activities that they were more or less familiar with. The several months of living enfemme allowed the boi's to create a reasonably believable history of their growing up in suburban Chicago. Their money came from an annuity left to Tracy by a now deceased uncle and they had moved to Tampa because of the climate. After lunch, the boi's were introduced to the uniquely feminine activity of walking in a group and chatting. What they initially did not realize was that they were cementing their girlfriend status with Maria and Charlene. The boi's found the stroll along the beach enjoyable and informative as the two girls mostly discussed their boyfriends and were astonished that the boi's did not have boyfriends yet. Dusty found out that vaginal sex with casual boyfriends was a no no but, if the guy was particularly nice and handsome, oral sex was a good substitute. The girls had dates that night, so the boi's dropped them off with plenty of time to prepare and then went home. ---------------- "What do you think, bud?" asked Tracy. "How is this girly thing working out?" Dusty was sipping his Pina colada and subconsciously fighting off the erection the remodeled Tracy gave him replied, "Well, our girlfriends are straight, that's for sure. Although, I have serious doubts about us." Tracy laughed, "You think we should work on getting boyfriends?" Dusty looked at Tracy, admiring the slim form that filled out the cutoff shorts and mostly the silicon nipples of Tracy's faux boobs that were unrestrained and pressing defiantly against the silk cami he was wearing. "In a former life, I would find you quite by fuckable," replied Dusty. Tracy, mildly taken aback by his pals observation admitted, "I've had the same thoughts about you. We're going to have to careful, otherwise we will become lezzie's." Dusty came around the kitchen island they were sitting at and put his thin, bangled arms around Tracy and lightly pulled Tracy's pony tail aside and kissed the back of his neck. Tracy involuntarily arched back to meet the boi's lips. Tracy turned on his stool and facing Dusty, kissed him full on the lips. The boi's, now standing, embraced with their meagerly covered hips and breasts crushing against each other as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Breaking their embrace, the boi's looked shyly at each other. They reached into their purses and found the keys to their chastity's. They then fumbled at the ornate belts, buttons and zippers that held their shorts in place. Pulling their padded panties down, the boi's continued on with unlocking their partner's penis prisons. Sliding to the tiled floor and tugging on each other's developing erections, they quickly found themselves in, for them, the novel sixty nine position and without hesitation, proceeded to service each other. An hour later and with much improved techniques, they returned to facing each, blushing furiously. Hand manipulating their now squeaky clean masculinity, they continued their kissing until their final discharges. "Lesbianism it is," whispered Dusty. Rearranging their clothing, Tracy said, "I guess we are ready for boyfriends." ------------------- That night the boi's completed their biological introduction to each other in Tracy's bed. They were kissing and fondling each other in the morning when the entry buzzer sounded. Tracy was first out bed and clutching his chastity and a small bag of ice went the intercom, it was Maria and Charlene. Dusty, already with his chastity in place, started a pot of coffee. By the time doorbell rang, both boi's were wearing short robes, slippers and chastities. Entering the apartment, both Maria and Charlene recognized the signs of well fucked girls and asked, "Are we interrupting anything?" Tracy gave his best rendition of feminine innocence and replied that they usually slept in on Sundays. Maria gave the living room and kitchen a quick look and found no evidence of male presence and decided to take Tracy's word at face value, for the time being. Charlene was unsuccessfully hiding a grin as she too scanned the apartment for evidence of temporary male inhabitance and found none, most unusual. They usually leave some sort of souvenir of their presence. Tracy noticed that the coffee was ready and called the girls into the kitchen. Maria relished the opportunity to scan the trash container and found no empty beer bottles nor used glasses on the sink. The visitors also took a good look at their somewhat disheveled hosts. Expensive short night gowns over gossamer nighties and their boobs were a little too high and tight. They had removed their make-up before going to bed and brushed out their hair. Maria and Charlene, falling back into their well exercised feminine nosiness, decided that their new girlfriends grazed on the same side of the fence. Maria was getting a little sexually excited sitting at the dinette table next to Dusty. The scantily clad gurl oozed forbidden sex and unaware to Maria, male pheromones. A similar pheromone was overtaking Charlene. Dusty excused himself to take a quick shower and returned to the kitchen fifteen minutes later, somewhat put together and scented. Tracy then followed Dusty's lead. Twenty minutes later, the boi's were properly uniformed in Daisy Duke shorts and silk tee shirts. Still on the edge of arousal, Maria and Charlene suggested a brunch at a local bistro which was quickly agreed to by the boi's. ------------------- Sitting in the corner of the wooden patio deck, the girls started the day with Bloody Mary's chatting idly about work until Maria couldn't stand it any further. "We didn't know that you two were gay," whispered Maria over her straw. A surprised look settled upon Dusty's and Tracy's faces, followed by crimson overtones as they realized how obvious their morning appearance portrayed them. The accusation was followed by another gush of pheromones from Tracy that penetrated his fresh morning scent. Charlene immediately and silently reacted as her panties dampened. Dusty fell back on the time honored retort, "Is that a problem for you, honey?" "No, no," replied Maria. "It's just a little surprising, given how girly you two are." Tracy, emboldened by Dusty's defense, unconsciously emitted another pheromone burst which Charlene reacted to by slightly leaning towards him, causing Charlene to remark. "Girlfriends, well all know what goes on in teenage sleep overs and I think cuddling between girlfriends is fine. After all, we all know what terrible cuddlers boys are." "Well, some boys are good cuddlers," said Dusty, knowingly. "You would have to show me one," retorted Charlene. A comment that caused Tracy to cough, demurely. Charlene, unaware that she was continuing her assault on Tracy's personal space, was now wearing a small smile. Maria was now aware of Charlene's maneuvering, had a curious twinge of envy. Dusty, now aware that something was happening, decided to let the moment run It's course. Maria was now dampening, recalling a couple of intimate events at her early teen sleep overs and enhanced by Tracy's now activated pheromones, asked, "Do you guys cuddle often?" She immediately went bright red as she realized the inappropriateness of her question. Dusty, beginning to really enjoy the conversation, looked at the very girly wrist watch hiding amongst the bangles on his arm replied, "Just for the past fourteen hours, sweetie." Tracy now choked at Dusty's admission. Charlene's shoulder was now pressed against Tracy's and in amazement asked, "You mean last night was your first cuddle?" ----------------- The conversation was interrupted by the twentysomething male waiter bringing the girls chef's salads. After the girls finished adorning their salads with the preferred dressings, the conversation continued with Maria, now past her previous embarrassment proffered, "So you guys are new to this type of activity?" Dusty, now with his red tipped left hand fingers interlocked with Charlene's right hand's replied, "Tracy and I were just friends in high school and didn't really become girlfriends until recently." Maria was temporarily mollified by Dusty's answer and emboldened by the direction of conversation, excused herself as she leaned across Tracy to retrieve unneeded salad dressing and allowing her left hand brush over the boi's naked thigh and rest briefly between Tracy's thighs. Dusty caught Tracy's momentary look of surprise and began to wonder where this brunch was going. Finishing their salad more or less silently, the girls were individually assessing this unexpected situation. They had one more Bloody Mary that resulted in the girls solidifying their pairings and deciding upon a beach front stroll, paid their tab and left for St. Pete Beach. -------------------- They stopped at a liquor store and purchased a six pack of beer and a cheap cooler. At the beach, they settled down on two large beach towels retrieved from the trunk of Maria's car. To set the mood, they lathered each other with sun block and reposed hip to hip In hot Florida sun. The conversation became more intimate aided by the beer over the Bloody Mary's fortified by a salad. Charlene and Dusty were now cuddling with arms around each other's waists while Maria and Tracy lay on their backs, shoulders and hips touching. "Where is this going?" murmured Maria as the sun slid to three fingers over the gulf horizon. "I don't know," replied Tracy. "I certainly did not expect a romantic interlude." Maria turned over into her side and lightly cupping and tracing Tracy's breasts whispered, "This is physically, the closest contact that I've with another girl in years. And, look at those two, they're practically ready to rut." Charlene was kissing Dusty and they're legs were intertwined. Tracy was in pain as his cock was attempting to swell in it's tube but, he carried on with being molested without complaint even as Maria initiated a very intimate French kiss. After several minutes of intimacy, Tracy suggested that they go to the beach bar down the road and get something to eat and to avoid the coming onslaught of sand flies and mosquitoes. Maria agreed and went about unwinding Charlene and Dusty. "Let's go girls and get something to eat," ordered Maria. Tracy could tell by Dusty's pained expression that he too was suffering from genital confinement. Back at the car, make-up repair was quickly concluded and the new couples repaired to the beach bar. -------------------- Slightly intoxicated, the girls safely made it back to the boi's apartment and pina coladas made a timely appearance. Sitting out on the large balcony of the boi's apartment, with Charlene in Dusty's lap and Maria straddling Tracy's waist, it became apparent that the girls were not in a travelling mood. After three more rum saturated beverages, Tracy decided that things had gone far enough. "Girls," slurred Tracy. "Dusty and I have a confession to make." "Your both Nuns," giggled Charlene. Dusty found that comment hilarious. "What sort of confession did you have in mind?" asked a now very horny Maria. "Dusty and I are not girls," slurred Tracy quietly. Maria peered into Tracy's eyes, "And just what are you?" "Dusty and I are guys," replied Tracy, matter of factly. "Better yet," mumbled Charlene. "I don't believe you," retorted Maria. "There are probably hundreds of female impersonators roaming Tampa streets and you two do not fit the model. So, show me." "Yeah, and show me too," added Charlene. ----------------- As Maria unstraddled Tracy, the other girls watched him in fascination as he stood, Prince Valiant Bob flailing about he unbuckled the girly belt looped in his Daisy Duke's, unbuttoned the brass button and unzipped the fly. The light denim slid down his legs, settling into a clump around his ankles with just his ankle chain showing. Maria and Charlene examined Tracy's panty front, detecting no unseemly bulge, remained unconvinced. "Stop right there," demanded Maria. "Dusty, my drink is empty, would you make me another, please?" Several minutes later, Dusty reappeared from the kitchen with four fresh drinks and the group returned to their observation of Tracy still standing with his feminine fronted panties taking center stage. Maria, taking a big sip of her beverage, waved weakly for Tracy to continue his disrobing. Tracy stuck his thumbs into the elastic of his padded under garment and slowly forced the underwear down his thighs. "You've shaved your pussy," exclaimed the now tipsy Charlene. Dusty, not far behind Charlene in the sobriety index encouraged Tracy, "Show 'em your stuff, bro." Tracy ran his finger over the exposed part of the flexible ring encompassing his scrotum to attract attention to it and then bending slightly and reaching around his back and pulled the anchor ball holding his penis tube between his thighs out of his anus. Dropping the half inch diameter plastic ball, Tracy's tube encased member made It's inaugural appearance. -------------------- "Oh my God," shrieked Maria. "What a good idea," slurred Charlene. Looking at Dusty added, "You have one those too, hon?" Tracy unfastened the Velcro strap holding the tube in place and sliding the tube off of his now jubilant member, redeemed as it inflated to It's ready for duty size. Maria, still in her original Doubting Thomas frame of mind, reached over and grasped Tracy's member and began to massage it. Looking at Charlene, Maria pronounced Tracy a male. "When did you get this?" questioned Maria, still manipulating the organ. "It came with the rest of me," replied Tracy, not asking Maria to stop as he was nearing ejaculation. Dusty, handed Maria several cocktail napkins as he was aware of what was about to happen. Taking the napkins from Dusty, Maria suddenly realized what was about to happen and just covered the excited tip as it erupted in triumph. Charlene started clapping and hugged Dusty at the successful demonstration. She then kissed Dusty fully and cupped his crotch finding the hard form of Dusty's chastity. "I love this," squealed Charlene. "I think every girl should have a pretty girly boy." Maria remained seated on her chair, carefully examining Tracy's issue in the crumpled cocktail napkins. She peered at Tracy's now retreating tool and then at Tracy and then picked up the empty thin plastic tube and examined it. Like a child with a new and wonderful toy, she slid the tube back over Tracy's now flaccid cock, refastened the Velcro strap and pressed her new girlfriends sex back between his thighs. Forcing Tracy to shuffle around and bend over, pressed the anchoring ball past Tracy's sphincter and smiled broadly, congratulating herself on a job well done. Firmly repackaged, Tracy pulled up his panties and shorts and fastened his clothing into place and picked up his drink and asked Maria, "Well, what do you think?" ----------------- Maria looked at the repaired Tracy and said, "Charlene seems to like the change in venue, I don't know what to think. Are you guys bisexual or something weirder?" "I could ask you the same question," retorted Tracy. "First, you guys think Dusty and I are lesbians and seem to jump into that lifestyle with both feet. Then, when things were getting a little heavier than I thought they would, I couldn't let things go on with you not knowing what you were getting into." "What is it with you and Dusty? This entire fem thing and this apartment. If you were girls, I could understand daddy setting you up in a nice place but, you don't have any family photos framed and on walls or tables, very ungirly." "Dusty and I don't have any family and yes, we are modestly wealthy and as far as the fem thing is concerned, it was a matter of self preservation. You see, Dusty and I just turned eighteen and you have no idea of the problems life presents for minor, homeless males. Even with a sizable amount of cash on hand we couldn't keep it secure as minor boys. So we decided that it would be easier to live as girls over twenty one. Anyway, you won't believe this but, we found a girly school and enrolled. We made phony I.D.'s on a computer printer and here we are, upstanding lesbians," explained Tracy. "Why didn't you two just make fake male I.D.'s?" asked Maria. "We tried that, but we looked too young, so we photo shopped our real pictures and we always came out more convincing as girls, well, so be it. Anyway, we kinda like being girls," admitted Tracy. "If it makes you feel any better, Charlene and I like you as girls too," replied Maria. Charlene semi staggered over to where Tracy and Maria were sitting and announced that she was too drunk to go anywhere and that she was going to sleep with Dusty. Maria just nodded and Charlene tottered back to Dusty. Maria looked at Tracy and said, Well, It looks like I'm staying. What kind of 'jammies' can you loan me?" Tracy laughed, "Everything but, flannel." Maria laughed also and said, "Lead on, my dear to my first lesbian adventure." As Tracy led the way to his bedroom, he commented, "You'll need an asterisk by that lesbian in your diary." ---------------------- The next morning, Tracy woke to a different scent in his bed. He turned over and saw a mop of dark chestnut hair covering the other pillow in his bed. He had to pee and he quietly slid out of bed and into his wedgie slippers and made for the bathroom. He soon discovered that he still was wearing his chastity and so he sat contemplating the previous days events. Finished, he looked in the mirror and relieved to see that he had removed his make-up. He put on the short robe over his chemise and went into the kitchen. No one was about, so he made a pot of coffee and cleared the various glasses from the balcony and stashed the items in the dishwasher. It was ten minutes before the coffee was ready and he filled a mug and left three clean ones next to the coffee maker. Grabbing his tablet from the coffee table, Tracy took a chair on the patio and played with the tablet. About a half an hour later, Maria joined him with her coffee. "You let me down last night," said Maria. "You didn't molest me once. In fact you didn't even kiss me good night." "My apologies, Maria but, I was asleep on my feet," said Tracy. As Tracy was apologizing, there was a commotion in the kitchen followed by Dusty, wearing only his baby doll followed by Charlene in a chemise, both with coffee. Dusty sat in a chair followed by Charlene on his knee. Charlene had one arm around Dusty's neck and leaning towards Maria announced, "I'm keeping her." Maria started to snicker at the sight of the two lovers. Dusty, quite pretty as disheveled girls go and without make-up, was sitting in the chair, knees together with the obviously well fucked Charlene entranced with her boi/girl. "Dusty wants me....us to move in with the girls. I think she's right, we make a delightful lesbian foursome, don't you agree?" exclaimed Charlene. "We should think on that, sweetie. That's a big move and I think we need more time to be sure such a move is a good idea," responded Maria. "And yes, as lesbian foursomes go, we are probably somewhat unique." Tracy rose out of his chair to make another pot of coffee and was followed by Maria into the kitchen. As Tracy was rinsing the pot out at the sink, Maria hugged him from behind and worked her right hand down his front and into his panties and massaged his chastity and running her thumb over Tracy'sl exposed cock head. Tracy was beginning to experience real pain. "Let's take a shower," whispered Maria into Tracy's ear. Tracy finished recharging the coffee and the couple made for Tracy's bedroom. ------------------ Stepping into the shower and facing each other, Tracy realized the he and Maria were nearly the same height and build. They kissed furiously as Maria nearly expertly removed Tracy's chastity. "I'll need a locksmith to devise a better locking mechanism for this thing and I will have the only key," thought Maria as she slipped the tube off Tracy's cock. She then turned him around as he compliantly bent over, and removed the little anchor ball from Tracy's after passage. Tracy started to stand erect but, Maria firmly held him bent over. She had lathered her right hand and slid two fingers down Tracy's buttocks crack and her slippery fingers invaded Tracy. Maria had never rummaged around in anyone's anal canal before and found the experience similar to masturbating herself, quite enjoyable. Tracy was moaning lightly and his erection was rock hard. Maria reached around Tracy's waist and with her left hand, began to masturbate the boi. Her curious fingers found a small lump hidden up Tracy's rump and pressing against that lump produced a startling result. The boi ejaculated. Evil thoughts began to form in Maria's mind. She was surprised at how complaint Tracy was in the shower and the newly discovered reaction by Tracy's anal penetration kindled long repressed desires in Maria's psyche. Maria had a brief fantasy about penetrating Tracy with a strap on dildo. She withdrew her fingers from Tracy's rectum and two began a prolonged and playful washing of each other. Both girls exited the shower with wet hair wrapped in towel turbans and proceeded to Tracy's bed for an extended bout of conventional sex. Maria's next awakening came with the both of them sitting together in front of Tracy's vanity. She was wearing a pair of Tracy's silk panties as was Tracy. They were both bare breasted and working on their make-up and Maria had an overwhelming sense of contentment as she glanced down at Tracy's lump less pantied front, knowing that she personally had banished the boi's sex to It's container. A pair of Tracy's short shorts and cotton tee shirt fit her well. A quick cheek buss indicated that their make-up was in order and a good combing and brushing of hair bunched into ponytails would complete the hygienic portion of their preparations. The selection of accessories would take longer. Coffee hit the spot as they emerged from Tracy's bedroom. The balcony was vacant. It was assumed that Dusty and Charlene were cleaning up. Several minutes later, that pair emerged from Dusty's bedroom. Dusty's shorts dud not fit Charlene all that well, so she opted for a belted mini shift. The lesbian foursome now prepared for a Florida Sunday, they left the apartment in two vehicles, Tracy riding with Maria and Charlene with Dusty. Brunch was the goal but, the heavy duty Bloody Mary's were limited to one apiece. The couples parted company mid afternoon and Maria and Charlene chatted about moving in with the boi's. Both girls were still in a state of mild arousal wearing their boifriends clothes and Maria filled Charlene in on the benefits of anal arousal. They decided to confirm their new addresses with the boi's at work the next day. Tracy and Dusty sat on their balcony drinking beer and discussing the girls, they were the boi's first, after all. As with all first timers, they were anxious for another encounter. Tracy looked at Dusty and warned, "If the girls move in, they are to know nothing about our finances. Also, be prepared for a serious lifestyle change. I can't put my finger on it but, something happened in the shower with Maria that changed her mind completely." END