Lauren was a beautiful woman with long black hair and hazel eyes. She like to wear her hair in a bun and would wear glasses to give herself the appearance of authority. She wore a lot of black and either high heel boots or high heel shoes.
She always seemed to have a new pair of shoes. One day, when she stopped for a coffee, a lady asked her where she got them. She flashed an odd smile. "A guy I knew made them special for me. Said he loved my feet that much." Something in the way she said that creeped the lady out.
The fact was, Lauren didn't seem to have any friends hanging around her. You might see her with a guy or a lady one night, but never see them again. Two of her life long best friends had disappeared mysteriously without a trace. Lauren was the one they were last seen with, but she was never considered a suspect.
Billy worked at the drug store Lauren had visited for years. He adored her and would make small talk with her. But, he never made it sexual. She was a Goddess to him and not to be disrespected. They would even bump into each other at the oddest places.
One day she even joked with him about that at the movie theater. "Are you following me, Billy?"
He blushed. "No, ma'am. I'm not a creep. I would never do that. You're too sweet a person, and I.."
She laughed. "Relax, sweetie. I'm just messing with you."
He smiled shyly. "I just want you to know I respect you, ma'am. If anybody ever tried to hurt you, I'd... I'd..."
Fact is, he wasn't tough enough to beat up most women, let alone a man, and she knew it. She smiled at him. "You're always so sweet to me, Billy. So helpful. Your girlfriend is lucky to have you."
He blushed and looked down. The fact was he was a virgin. The only thing he ever did was fantasize about kissing a woman and going down on her. In fact, he fantasized about doing that with Lauren. "No, ma'am. I'm single. I bet you have all kinds of guys wanting to be your boyfriend."
She laughed and looked down at her shoes. "Most of those losers aren't worth of kissing my feet or carrying my bags." She dropped her hand bag and stepped on it intentionally, though Billy didn't find that the least bit odd.
He knelt down. "Let me get that for you, ma'am."
It was a fine leather hand bag that looked like it cost a fortune, but he felt something strange when he touched it. He didn't know what it was. She smiled at him. "You can call me Lauren, dear. And thank you."
He smiled demurely at her. "Okay, Miss Lauren."
This boy has lots of potential, she thought. He was always so sweet and submissive with her. "What I really need is a sweet man like you, Billy." She touched his shoulder and he felt a stirring in his pants. "Somebody who would treat me right."
"Mmm, " he felt a tingle in his loins. "I'm, um... I'm probably not good enough for you, Miss Lauren."
She took his hand. "How about we go watch the movie together, dear?"
Billy could hardly focus on the movie at all as Lauren kept looking at him during scenes of the movie the way a friend or loved one does at funny or serious moments. He had a raging erection most of the time and thought it would be disrespectful to touch it.
When the move ended, he was sad. He didn't want the moment to end, but Lauren didn't either. "I hope you don't think this is too forward of me, dear, but would you like to come back to my place?"
The excitement of that question and her touching his hand sent him into an orgasm. She actually wanted to spend time with him, this Godless he had fantasized about. Maybe she would let him... No, she's a lady. Stop thinking that way, he told himself.
At home, she offered him a drink and they sat down on the sofa. On the coffee table there was an odd collection of items. An toilet paper roll almost completely used up, a box of tampons with one left, a crusty looking cloth and a butt plug.
He was staring at the box. "That's an odd collection to have in a box, Miss Lauren. What do you keep it there for?"
She lit a cigarette. "They're to remind me of some bad dates I had. Just some unworthy losers, I suppose."
"I don't understand, Miss Lauren."
She took a drink and blew it in his face. "I'm a witch, Billy."
He giggled. "A witch? There are no such things."
She picked up the butt plug. "Oh, I assure you there are. Pete here thought it would be nice if he could get inside my ass. He gets ass, alright, just not mine. Wanna try?"
Billy blushed. "If that's true, Miss Lauren, why did you bring me here?"
Lauren smiled at him as she took another drag. "Because I like you Billy. You're different from all the others. I would love to have you close to me every day, in a more intimate way."
His cock started tenting his pants at the word intimate and she noticed it. "May I, " she asked before taking down his pants and noticing his underwear stain. "Oh dear. Did I make you cum at the movie theater?"
He blushed. "I'm sorry, Miss Lauren."
She looked up at him as she licked his cock. "Nonsense, dear. I'm flattered that you would be that turned on just by being near me. You're such a sweet man."
She began sucking his cock slowly as he looked on, overcome by the way he was feeling. "Miss Lauren, I love you. I always have. I'll do anything to be with you."
She grinned. "Anything can be arranged, you know. You could have a happy life with me, my pet. Let's talk about that later. I want to taste your cum. It may be the last blow job you ever have, so I want you to remember it.
After she spoke of tasting his cum, he was oblivious to her words. She sucked his cock like a pro, building him up and letting him down. "I want you to beg me to make you cum."
He felt like he could pass out from the excitement. "Please make me cum, Miss Lauren. Please."
She went to work on his cock, tasting his precum . He's not bad, she thought. Soon he was cumming in her mouth, and she took it all before showing it to him. What happened next caught him off guard as she planted a deep kiss on him and the two shared his cum.
The kiss lasted about a minute before she broke it off. You are a very good kisser, Billy. I have something else you can kiss if you want to."
He blushed. "May I... May I kiss your pussy, Miss Lauren?"
She led him to her bedroom and to her to king size bed of red satin sheets. There were stuffed animals on the bed. She removed her jeans and pink panties and spread her legs. "Come taste my pussy, Billy. I know you've wanted this for a long, long time."
He nodded. "I have. I love you, Miss Lauren." He dove between her legs and kissed her pink pussy lips. He started licking and pushing his tongue in.
Lauren picked up her pink teddy bear as she felt the pleasure of Billy's tongue. She kissed it. "Stephanie, isn't he perfect? He's gonna join us."
Stephanie wasn't just the name of her teddy bear. She was her oldest and dearest friend and had been her teddy bear for the last seven years. She could still communicate with her when she touched her. "Yes Goddess. Will he be the new satin panties you wanted?"
"Yes he will, she spoke aloud. "He'll be perfect to cover my ass and pussy. My favorite pair of panties."
Billy looked up. "What was that, Miss Lauren?"
"Don't stop Billy, " she commanded. "Keep going. You're doing so well, my pet.."
Billy continued to lick her precious love box when he heard her speak a language he didn't understand. His tongue was stuck to the inside of her pussy "Whaaa hahaning, " he asked?
"Just relax, " he heard, but did she speak it to him or think it to him? Billy felt his body stretching and shrinking at the same time. The feeling was incredibly strange, but not painful. He felt like he was wrapping around her, going underneath her pussy to her ass hole and wrapping around her shapely ass cheeks. He stretched to her front.
He felt the smoothness of her skin up against his own slick softness. He was in constant contact with her pussy, which was very wet at the moment. He had lace at the top all the way around and around the bottom where the legs go. He was the prettiest shade of hot pink and on the back, written in black in fancy writing, were the words Billy's Delight.
He had no mouth or eyes. He could feel her warmth and he could think. "What's going on here, Miss Lauren? What have you done to me?"
She brushed her hand up against him. "You wanted to get close to my pussy, my dear. Well, you'll be closer than almost anybody else. I needed a new pair of panties, and your perfect."
"But why me? I thought you liked me."
She rubbed her pussy through the panties. "I do like you, Billy. In fact, I think I love you. You've always been so sweet to me, and I thought of the most precious way I could thank you."
He felt the moistness of her pussy as she massaged him into it, and he felt an odd sort of pleasure engulf his entire being. He could even taste her. "Oh God."
She pushed Stephanie between her legs. "Say you like being my panties, Billy. Tell me how much you love me."
He was confused. "I love you, Miss Lauren. I just don't understand this."
"You'll grow to love it, just as I have, " he felt another female voice say.
He realized it must have been coming from the object being pushed against him. Was that a teddy bear? "Who are you?"
The teddy bear liked the times Lauren rubbed her against her pussy. They reminded her of the days she used to go down on her. "I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm Stephanie. Lauren's best friend, and her Teddy Bear. Well one of them. You'll meet Jessica later, I'm sure."
"But why panties?"
Billy felt an energy that was a lot like laughter. "Trust me, honey. You could have done a lot worse. Miss Lauren has turned people into things you wouldn't want to be and discarded them. We're lucky, because she loves us."
"Lauren put Stephanie next to Jessica and stood up, removing her top and bra and slipping into a sexy pink nightie. "Almost forgot, I have a date with Fred."
A date? Billy was confused. "Weren't we just on a date?"
Again he felt laughter. "No, silly. I needed a new pair of panties, and now I have them. Don't worry though, Fred is a bit of a jerk, but he has a nice cock. I'm gonna let hm fuck me and then cuddle with my girlfriends and go to sleep."
Fred showed up right on cue. Billy could hear what Lauren was thinking, but he only heard half the conversation. He felt a strange rough hand on him, pushing against him and Lauren's pussy. "I'm already wet, " he heard her think.
Fred went to remove her panties, but she stopped him. Leave them on one of my legs. I know. I'm weird, but it's my thing."
"Oh God, " she thought as Fred entered her. "Billy, he is huge. He always makes me cum twice. He can last a long time."
Billy didn't understand what was going on or how this was even possible. "Miss Lauren, why are you telling me this?"
He could feel what seemed like a moan of pleasure. "Because I love you and I want you to know what's on my mind, You're my panties, and I'm gonna tell you things my teddy bears don't even know."
He felt incredibly close with her, not just because he was on her leg still. It was something else. He didn't understand why she did this or what his life would be like after this, but if he could be next to her like this, maybe it wouldn't be all that bad.
But it was strange only sensing her thoughts and feeling the touch of her skin and the air in the room, but not being able to really interact with the environment or hear anything. "Oh, I'm cumming already. God, yes."
Was she taunting and teasing him? It didn't feel like that. It really did feel like she was just sharing her feelings. He didn't understand why she did this to him He was nothing more than an object owned by her, to be used at her discretion. He had no choice in the matter. Could he live this way?
"Oh, he hits me right in that spot, and it drives me crazy, " Lauren thought. "I hate the way he always talks about himself, but he sure can fuck me."
Billy had no concept of time and how long it was taking, but she let him know she was cumming again with her lover. "Oh, it's the most amazing feeling when he cums and I cum at the same time."
She pulled up her panties and started leaking into Billy. He could actually taste it, "Oh my God. What's that?"
He felt her giggling. "I want to share this experience with you, sweetie. I don't want to leave you out of anything. I love you, Billy. We'll always be together."
As he felt more moisture leak into him, she thought to him again. "Let me kiss this loser and send him on his way."
Billy felt humiliated as a cum soaked pair of pink satin lace panties. He wanted to lick her pussy, but this wasn't what he had in mind. Lauren slept in the panties that night before hand washing and drying them the next morning. Hang drying on the hook on the bathroom door, Billy contemplated what his life would be like now.
He went back on her when he was dry, and she hand washed and wore him often over the next few weeks. Only very rarely were they apart. They shared every thought together, and when she was feeling sad, Billy was there to cheer her up. He had no choice, not that he really minded.
Lauren transformed him into a baby blue stuffed gorilla for the first time about three months later. The transformation was another strange sensation. He felt himself expand and then found that he could see out of the eyes.
He mostly got a view of Lauren's chest as she cuddled with him. "Lauren, why do you transform guys into things like toilet paper and butt plugs and shoes?"
He could sense anger in her. "Because they are assholes and deserve to be punished."
Things were about to get worse. "But don't you think that's just a little bit harsh?"
She was angered by that question. "Harsh? Harsh? I'll show you harsh."
Billy felt himself shrinking and dividing in half. It was the most unusual sensation. He was suddenly in two places. He felt himself surrounding her foot and then felt the feeling again. She thought to him. 'It's raining, but I need to walk to the store."
"Isn't it late for a walk in the rain, " Billy asked?
He felt laughter. "Like anybody's gonna fuck with me. If I need a new vibrator. I date somebody who fucks with me."
She was stomping her feet in the puddles, and he felt cold. He could feel the scuffing on the ground and it hurt. "I'm sorry, Lauren. I'm sorry."
"I don't think you're sorry enough, " she replied as she walked through mud. Billy felt the slimy, gooey mess surrounding him from all sides. It was a miserable experience and he found himself not longing to be human, but to be her panties again.
He had no idea how long this lasted, but it went on for long enough as he begged for forgiveness. She took him off and hosed him down with a garden hose before carrying him into the house
She decided to transform him back into a pair of panties again. She put him back on over her wet pussy. "I'm sorry, Miss Lauren. Nobody should ever mess with a beautiful Goddess like you. They deserved the punishment they received. Please forgive me."
She rubbed her hand against him and her pussy. "No, maybe I was a little mean to you. You only wanted to know why. I love you Billy. You're my favorite pair of panties."
Billy felt a hard object brush up against him and rub into her clitoris, then he felt a vibration. "What are you doing, Miss Lauren?"
He could feel the sensuality in her communication. "We're making love, sweetie. You, me and my vibrator. I want you to feel it like I do."
He was confused. "How do I do that?"
She rubbed the vibrator all over her panties. "I know you feel the vibration baby. Surrender to it. Let the vibration consume you, the way that it stimulates my pussy when I have it against my clit and inside me."
He could feel something strange as she put the vibrator back on her clit with her sheer pair of panties between it. There was pure pleasure in her communication. "Do you feel it, Billy? I want us to reach orgasm together."
His thoughts became foggy He was bathed in a vibration of ecstasy. "Oh God, I think I do. What is it?"
"You feel the pleasure that I feel. This is what I want for you Billy, " she felt her orgasm build. "Oh, we are gonna have so much fun together, you and me."
He could sense a radiation of colors overtaking him, unlike the orgasms he used to have when he pleasured himself thinking of her. It was strange, but very nice. "Couldn't you just make me a man again, and then I could make love to you?"
He sensed her laughter. "Oh, no. This will be much better. I have a few ideas I just know you're gonna love. You'll see You'll be so much happier as my panties than you could ever be as my boyfriend. It will be better."
He let go and was absorbed by the colors he could feel. He didn't understand what it was, but he felt the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced and it lasted. He could feel her breathing and she let loose a powerful orgasm of her own, soaking her panties as she squirted into them. "Oh, fuck. I love you Billy."
He imagined himself kissing her and concentrated on pushing into her pussy. She felt it. "I love you too, Miss Lauren."
How could she love him as a pair of panties? It seemed crazy, but she did. She told him many things about her childhood. Her mother was a witch, and that's how she became one. Her two life long girlfriends were also her lesbian lovers, and both consented to be her teddy bears. They were there for her when the other kids teased her and put her down.
They would communicate every day, and if she wasn't wearing him at night, she was snuggling with him and her two girlfriends as a stuffed animal. Sex was an adventure for them that he loved to have with her. They often repeated that first hot scene with the vibrator or sometimes she rubbed up against things and even used her two teddy bear girlfriends.
One day, she picked up Pete, her butt plug, and inserted him inside herself as Billy was turned into a pair of black satin bikini panties. "Oh not again, " Pete thought. "Hey, wait a minute. I'm inside you, ain't I Lauren?"
She laughed. "You know the taste of my ass so well, don't you dear?"
"I'm sorry, Lauren. Please forgive me. If you change me back..."
"Oh no, dear. You're a butt plug now, get used to it. It could be worse. You know what happened to Steve."
Billy observed the conversation and sensed panic in Pete's thoughts. "Oh, God, please no. You know how scared he is that you'll use up what's left of him next time you wipe your ass and throw away the roll?"
Her laughter was playful. "Oh, but that would be too easy. I want him to think about it. I want him to regret hitting me and calling me a whore. What fun would it be if I just discarded him?"
"You're so cruel. Why?"
She patted the butt plug in her ass. "Because I can be, darling. Because I can be. You be a good boy and make my ass feel good and maybe I'll insert you inside me more often. And you'd like that now, wouldn't you?"
"Yes ma'am. Just to have contact with you makes me happy. Are you meeting a man again?"
Her ass tightened around him, and Pete felt good. "Yes, I am. I have a surprise for my Billy. You've never met Billy. He's my panties. Billy, dear, say hello to Pete."
Billy's life when he talked to Lauren was never dull. Now he was a pair of panties talking to a butt plug. Who would ever believe such a crazy thing? "Nice to meet you Pete."
"Wow, " Pete replied with envy. "She must really like you if she's wearing you as her panties."
"Aw, don't be jealous dear, " she teased. "You could get back into my good graces if you wanted to."
"I do. I'm so sorry to have ever offended you. I deserve this punishment."
She knew he was only saying what she wanted to hear. "Aw, well, keep up that attitude and maybe you can be the sheet on my bed when I fuck my lover."
Billy hated to admit it, but he thought it was funny that she treated Pete this way. The guys who were jerks to her deserved what they got. He recalled when he told her that if anybody ever messed with her he would defend her.
"Now Billy " she thought to him. "I have another surprise. I'm gonna take our sex to another level. Do you want that?"
"Yes, Miss Lauren."
He felt himself shrink a little more. In fact, he felt small, yet stretchy, and he was in her hand. "My lover, Fred, is here. I've got a surprise for both of you, but you'll have to wait to find out what it is."
Billy felt something inside of him, pushing him through something. He could feel the end of himself inside something warm. At the other end of him, something was pushing him into a circular opening. "Get ready, " Lauren warned hm.
In a moment, he felt something else inside of him. Something bigger, pushing deep inside him. Something tasted familiar, yet stronger. He could sense he was inside Lauren. "Am I inside your... Pussy?"
She was in a sensual state of mind and Billy could feel it to. "Oh yes. You are my condom, sweetie. I told Fred this would increase my pleasure, and he agreed to it. His cock is inside both of us, and it feels great, doesn't it?"
Wasn't this gay, he wondered. But, if it made her happy, he was happy. And, it did feel food. Almost as good as when she used the vibrator on him. "It kind of does."
"Hmm... Remember what I told you about surrendering to the pleasure, dear?"
He sensed a blue aura around him and a red aura building up. The red was intense pleasure. He wanted the red aura to overtake him. Fred's cock was pushing in and out of him, and he could feel it inside him. He could tell Fred was well endowed, and he stared to taste him too.
Lauren sensed that thought. "He is quite big, dear, Ten inches. I gave him two of them as a gift, though he thinks pills did it. He still doesn't believe I am a witch. But, I don't care as long as he fucks me like this."
The red aura's intensity increased and was feeling good, almost over powering the blue aura. The problem was he felt a moisture inside of him and surrounding him. The taste was strong, but not unpleasant. Both Fred and Lauren had cum.
What happened next scared Billy. As he was recovering from the feelings, he felt Lauren's hand remove him with her lover's cum still inside him as she set him some place. He had no idea where. A million thoughts raced though his mind.
Was she mad at him? Was he being thrown out? He couldn't sense her, and it scared him and made him sad. What did he do wrong? "Oh please forgive me Miss Lauren, " he kept thinking. He was deeply sorry for whatever he did to upset her.
It that state of fear and sadness, he waited for he had no idea how long. Lauren and Fred spent a good hour making love. And still he waited. Lauren and Fred passed out on the bed together, exhausted from their love making.
The cum had dried inside of Billy, and he continually played the thoughts in his mind over and over. What did he do to upset her? "I'm so stupid, " he thought. "I knew I didn't deserve her."
He felt a hand touch him. It was Lauren. "Did you miss me, sweetie?"
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me." If he could have been crying he would have been.
Lauren laughed. "What on Earth for, dear?"
"I thought you threw me out and I..."
She realized that he must have felt abandoned, and she was just trying to introduce him to another pleasure. "No, I'm sorry Billy. I didn't think about how you might feel being pleasured like that and then thinking you were discarded like a piece of trash."
He was back to being his submissive self. "No, Miss Lauren. I should know not to doubt how you feel about me."
"Let's get you cleaned up and I'm gonna take a bath. We have things to do today." She changed him back into a cute pair of Pink satin boy shorts and washed him in the sink and hung him on the bathroom door hook.
When she was done with her bath and dried off, she put Billy back on again, and a feeling of contentment washed over hm. He was where he wanted to be again. Most people might not want this, but he loved it. He loved the intimacy of being with her and the way she tried to share her feelings and experiences with him.
Lauren took Billy to other places, and he was always happy to share it with her. She let him experience what it was like as her vibrator as she teased her clit with him before pushing him all the way inside her. Trapped within her, he felt the most at peace he had ever felt. It felt like a passionate kiss for both of them.
When she orgasmed, she used the moisture on the vibrator to push him inside her tight ass. He was taken by surprise that she would do this, but nonetheless happy. "Pete is right. I love the taste of your ass almost as much as your sweet pussy, Miss Lauren."
She thrust him in and out of her tight hole. "You always know what to say to me, sweetie. Does this feel good to you too?"
"I've orgasmed twice, Miss Lauren. I wish I could describe it to you, but it's the most intense feeling of pleasure. But, being with you is what makes it special."
One day Lauren was being very cranky and Billy was concerned. "What wrong."
"Fucking periods. I hate them. You have no idea. I feel like going out to that box and using up Carl and throwing him away, the mother fucker."
He realized he could never know what she really felt, but he wanted to be there for her. "Lauren, you can make me into a tampon and use me if you want."
She felt a warm and happy feeling inside her. "You are the sweetest most caring person I've ever met, Billy. Okay. I'll let you do it for me. You have no idea how happy you've made me."
Billy was shrunk down into a tampon and put between her legs and inside her pussy. She had a busy day that day, and it was a heavy flow day as well. Billy was soaked. He felt bad for her that she had to endure this.
She had to change tampons in a public restroom. "I'm sorry, Billy. I need to change, but I brought a plastic bag to put you in until I can get you home, clean you up change you back to my panties."
"Don't be sorry, " he thought. "I'm honored that you would let me do this for you."
He sat in the bag as her blood dried on him, knowing that he would be back to what was normal for him when she got back home. He felt content in knowing that was the case.
Lauren had become a little less trigger happy when it came to transforming people into objects. A man at the coffee shop gave her some attitude. "Calling me a bitch? I should turn that mother fucker into a rock and throw him in the river, " she thought angrily. She had done this before.
Billy tried to be reasonable. "Miss Lauren, maybe he's having a bad day. He may not mean to be a jerk, but you happened to be there for him to lash out at. You could do it if you want to, but maybe you don't this time. The guy at the tire place needs it for tying to rip you off."
Lauren laughed. "You see, this is why I love you, Billy. You are such a sweet person, but you get me. Maybe we'll take a trip back to the tire shop and deal with that little twit."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
She rubbed her crotch, making Billy feel good for a moment. "What should we turn him into?"
Billy thought about it for a moment. "How about a toilet brush or a plunger?"
Billy felt the most intense laughter. "God, I love you. That is so wicked. Can you believe I've never done that before? Alright, I'll do it."
Billy found himself happy to be her panties. He had no home to go to as it was sold with his stuff. He was presumed dead. His place was now as Lauren's panties or whatever she may transform him into. He would never be human again.
He could think and feel and converse with her, and she never held anything back from him. However, his life revolved around her completely. He had no real life separate from hers. He did his best to make her happy so that she would always want to wear him as her favorite panties or cuddle with him as a stuffed gorilla, two of his favorite objects.
As it turned out, she always did. The only thing that changed about the panties were the color or style, depending on her mood. But she proudly wore Billy almost every day for the rest of her life.
Jennifer walked into the restaurant in a blue dress and heels. She let her long brown hair flow, gently brushing some hair from her eyes and revealing her long fingernails that she had painted in a red heart design.
She was nervous. She hadn't seen Billy in nearly ten years. What if he didn't like what he saw? When she last saw him, her name was John, and she was a freshman in high school. Billy was nearly two years older and was her next door neighbor.
She saw him at the table, short black hair and a neatly trimmed beard, and his blue eyes. She could never forget his eyes and how they looked at her. They were looking at her now as a smile came to his face.
He stood up to greet her. "Jennifer. My God, it's so good to see you again. You look so beautiful."
She smiled at him as he held out her chair for her. "Thank you, Bill. You look handsome, by the way. How are the wife and kids?"
He sat down. "Oh, Linda is doing fine. She had to work late, but she sends her regards She's hoping we can all get together tomorrow. The twins are growing like weeds. How about you? Weren't you dating a motel owner?"
She frowned. "We broke up."
"I'm so sorry to hear that."
She took a sip of water, leaving a mark of her red lipstick on it. "Don't be. I wanted more than he did. It's better this way."
"Well you're a sweetheart, Jennifer. You always were. You deserve happiness."
They ordered their meals and enjoyed small talk, but their minds were going back to a time when they shared something very special together. A time when Jennifer came to be.
Bill's mind was racing through the memories of those days. Though he hated to admit it, he was aroused thinking about those days. "I was just thinking about the time you walked out in your sister's old red babydoll. Remember that?"
She blushed. "What about the time you stole Lisa Miller's cheerleader's outfit and gave it to me?"
He laughed. "It looked better on you."
Billy and John sat on a couch. John was home alone, so he invited the older boy over to watch porn with him again. He had a video of women giving blow jobs that got them both excited. Usually, they ended up masturbating together when they did this.
Billy was 14 and John was going on 13 and about to graduate junior high. Billy was looking at the brunette deep throating the man's big cock. "You see, that's what I'd like right there. A nice deep blow job. Fuck, that's hot."
Billy was rubbing his shorts. As John admired the woman in the pretty pink lingerie. "God, she looks so hot in that pink nightie. I bet it's conformable too."
Billy looked a his younger friend. "What do you mean?"
He blushed. "Oh, nothing. Its just that I think she's sexy. Have you ever had a woman do that to you?"
The older boy shook his head. "Not yet. I wish. The girls at school are so stuck up."
What was going through John's head now was something he'd thought of many times as he would rub himself in the panties he would steal from his mother or sister. He'd seen his friend's six inch cock and the pubic hair, so manly compared to his.
He fantasized many times about sucking his friend's cock and being like one of the women in the video, dressed pretty. He had a slender and almost feminine body, but he knew that might change as the effects of puberty really took hold.
He was nervous, but he wanted to try what was on his mind. "Billy, I want to show you something. If I do, you have to promise not to laugh."
The teenager laughed. "Dude, how long have you known me? Have I ever been mean to you? You don't have to say that, just show me."
John nervously smiled and stood up and went to his room. He had a stash of a few bras and panties and other things that had been discarded by his sister because she got new things. He reached for a white lace bra and satin white panties and put them on.
He looked in the mirror, and his small three inch penis was hard as it tended his panties. He put on a red babydoll nightie and admired himself in the mirror as he brushed his medium length brown hair to try and make it look more feminine, "Are you okay back there, " he heard Billy ask?
"Just a minute, " he shouted back as he reached into the bottom drawer of his dresser in the back for a tube of red lipstick his sister thought she lost. He slowly applied it to his lips, being careful to get it just right.
He smacked his lips together. "Here goes nothing."
When he entered the living room, Billy stared at him with his mouth open, but he didn't say a word. John was so nervous, he thought he would pass out, "Well, what do you think? I could go back and change if you want me to."
Billy kept looking at him and began to smile., "Don't you dare. You look great. Sit down with me How long have you been doing this, John? Or what do I call you?"
"About two years now, " he explained. "It started when I found a pair of my sister's panties in the bathroom and tried them on. I wear panties most of the time now. And, I like the name Jennifer."
The teenager nodded. "Jennifer it is. Do you mind if I pull my pants down, Jennifer? I feel like I'm gonna explode."
John smiled. "Not at all. You were gonna do it anyway."
Billy's cock stood straight up and he looked at his younger friend. "So, do you think about sucking a cock like the ladies in the video?"
"All the time, " he admitted. "I know I shouldn't, but I feel like I should be a woman, and..."
"It's okay Jeniffer. It's natural for a woman to want to suck the cock of a man. In fact, if you want to... No, forget I said that."
John licked his red lips. "No, I want to, if you want me to. I don't want you to be creeped out."
Billy shook his head. "Jenn, I like you a lot. You know that. If you want to do this for me, you can. I won't tell anybody. It'll be our, "John went down on his friend before he completed the sentence. "Secret. Oh, God. This is really happening. Wow.'
John tried to emulate what he'd seen in the videos with the women, humming as he sucked his friend's cock. He could taste something he had never tasted before, kind of bitter, but not unpleasant. He kept sucking and suddenly Billy tensed up and erupted his seed inside his friend's mouth. John swallowed it all and kept sucking until he began to go limp.
Billy looked over at John and smiled. "That was amazing, " he kissed him. "Thank you, Jennifer."
The scene kept being repeated whenever they could do it, and sometimes Jennifer was in full makeup as she was learning how to do it. They would do it in her dad's car, at Billy's house or under the high school bleachers wherever they could. They had pretty much become boyfriend and girlfriend and spent a lot of time together.
It was under the bleachers on a Saturday afternoon where Jennifer was waiting for Billy. She wore a pair of shorts that used to belong to her sister and a pink top she actually bought at the store. She pulled out a mirror and did her makeup as she waited. Billy had something in mind, but he didn't say what.
No sooner had she finished her makeup than Billy approached with a bag. He kissed his younger feminine friend. "Hi babe. Did you miss me?"
Jennifer hugged him and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. "Does that answer your question?"
Billy handed her the bag. "I brought something for you."
She grabbed it. "What is it?"
He smiled. "Just look. I know you're gonna love it."
She opened the bag to reveal a black, pink and white skirt and top with the school logo and team's name on it. She gasped. "A cheerleader's outfit? How? Where did you get this, Billy?"
"I, um, I sort of borrowed it from Lisa..."
"Lisa Miller, " she exclaimed? "The head cheerleader?"
"Well, I know you want to be a cheerleader. I don't know if it will happen, but I thought maybe I could give you the next best thing. Put it on for me."
"Billy, we've got to take this back to her. It's not right."
He grinned. "We'll talk about that later. Just put it on. I want to see you in it. I bet you are ten times sexier than her."
Jennifer was feeling aroused as she removed her shorts and top. She wore a pink bra and matching panties and her friend noticed. "That's sexy. I don't believe I've seen you in those before."
She blushed. "I borrowed them from my sister."
"Does she know?"
She grinned. "What do you think?"
Jennifer slipped into the outfit. "Well? How do I look?"
He gave her a deep kiss as his arousal pushed against his shorts and brushed against her body. He had grown almost an inch down there since the day they first began having fun together. "Does that answer your question?"
They walked together, holding hands and kissing as they made their way to the corner of the field and a secluded bench. "Jenn, I have something I need to tell you."
She looked at him nervously. "That doesn't sound good."
They sat down on the bench. "Tell me, Billy."
He sighed. "My dad got a job out of state, and we're moving in two weeks."
The color went out of her face. Billy was the only one who knew her as the woman she really was. "Billy, no, you can't go."
He kissed her. "I don't want you to cry. We'll stay in touch, and I'll get back to you some how. I promise."
She was crying, "It's not fair."
He hugged her tightly. "I know. I know, Jenn. I'm gonna miss you so much. You know I love you, right?"
This was the first time he said those words to her. She knew how he felt, but to hear the words meant more to her. She kissed him. "I love you too,"
He stumbled for the words he wanted to say. "Jenn, I was wondering if maybe you... If you wanted to try what we've been talking about?"
He wanted to make love to her, and they had talked about it for a while. She was afraid it would hurt but had started using a vibrator to get used to having something inside of her. She wanted this as much as Billy did.
Jennifer smiled and gave him a look that said yes, but she confirmed it with her words "Billy, yes, I do. I want you to be my first. You've been so sweet to me and..."
Billy kissed his younger friend passionately and the two kissed for several minutes as he removed his his shorts and underwear. Jennifer got on her knees and sucked her friend for a few minutes before stopping and removing her panties. "I want you inside me."
Billy grinned. "Aren't you gonna remove the skirt?"
She giggled. "Why should Lisa be the only one who gets laid in this outfit?"
Billy laughed. "Oh, you are a naughty little slut, aren't you?"
She kissed him. No, I'm your naughty little slut."
Jennifer bent over the table as Billy lifted up his skirt and lubed up his sissy girlfriend's ass. He stuck a finger in and then two. "I'll try to be gentle."
She looked back at him. "As long as you fuck me."
"Here goes nothing, " he said as he poked her sphincter.
"Sweetie, you forget I've been sucking your cock for how long now? That is far from nothing."
He shoved it in and Jennifer moaned. He stopped to check on her. "Keep pushing in. I'm okay."
Billy managed to get most of his cock inside and gently began thrusting in and out. "Oh, fuck, you are so tight, baby. This feels so good."
"Tell me about, " she said as he looked back. "You have no idea how long I have wanted this."
He increased his pace. "Yes I do. I wanted you to be my first too, Jenn. You've always been a woman to me."
The pleasure they felt in that moment allowed them to erase the whole world from their thoughts. All that mattered now was pleasing each other. Jennifer rolled over and lay on her back and Billy reentered her. "Fuck, Jenn, I don't know how long I can last."
She smiled at him as she felt him stroke her cock. Words gave way to sounds and passionate grunts. Anybody could have been watching them on that bench, and they wouldn't have cared a bit. The only thing that mattered was the impending orgasm they both wanted.
Jennifer came first as Billy stroked her cock. A few moments later, he shot his seed into his sissy girlfriend's ass. It seemed like it was a big load, and She felt the warmth within her He stood there looking down at Jennifer for a moment with his cock still inside her.
The two held hands and lay down on the grass together, kissing and making idle chit chat before they drifted off to a short nap together. It was a moment they never wanted to end. Unfortunately, it did end, and Billy moved away two weeks later.
Bill took a bite of the chocolate cake he ordered for dessert. "So, what ever happened to that cheerleader outfit I gave you?"
Jennifer grinned. "I kept it, of course. I wanted to remember that special time in my life. Lisa's daddy had money. He could afford to buy her a new one."
Bill laughed. "I love it. You go girl."
They enjoyed their dessert and one more drink for the road before Bill got up to catch his cab back to the motel. He hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You know, Linda knows all about you and I, and she's quite open to you joining us if..."
Jennifer gasped and her face turned red. "Billy!"
He broke the hug and turned to leave. "Just putting it out there."
Jennifer watched him take a few steps towards the door. "Bill!"
He turned around. "Yes."
She smiled. "Tell her, I said maybe."
Her stage name was Dinah Mite. She was the sweetheart of the transsexual porn industry. Boys wanted to be with her and many of the girls who got into the industry did it as admirers of hers. Her beautiful hourglass figure, long brown hair, hazel eyes, C cup breasts that looked natural and a shapely ass made her the top star in the industry for years.
She did many different movies with men, women and other t-girls. She even did some fetish movies as Mistress Dinah. Of course, the awards followed. Some said she was the star who single handedly built the industry as its' top selling star for over a decade.
She didn't care. She was grateful for that, but she wanted more. She wanted what a few of her peers had, success outside of being the porn star. Gina West owned her own company and produced films of her own in addition to a thriving beauty salon in Southern California. Amanda Blaze had crossed over to a successful nightclub owner and party organizer. And, there were others.
Dinah wanted to cross over to do legitimate acting, but doors closed on her. Porn stars didn't always fare too well to begin with. The fact that she was a transsexual porn star made it even worse for her. She was tired of Hollywood hiring genetic women to play transgender roles, but she many other trans woman didn't get a second look.
She battled her own demons, drug and alcohol abuse being one of them, but she had overcome that. She continued to act in porn movies, partly out for gratitude for the brake James Vierra gave her way back when and partly because she still made good money. What she longed for more than anything was to make it big in Hollywood, but she felt her time was running out.
His name was Brandon, and he met her online the same as many of her fans. He saw her as the fetish, the object of desire many of the other guys had seen, but she got into his heart. He was constantly writing her, offering encouragement and his belief in her. She took notice of him.
One day, she asked him out to lunch She wanted to get to know him. It was there that they planned a way for her to get an acting role. She would essentially play herself in a web series that they would produce and heavily market through all of social media. She would star as a transgender porn star struggling to catch her break in main stream acting.
The series showed the vulnerable side of Dinah, the real girl who was always there, not just the porn star. She gave a wide range of emotions in those episodes, written by Brandon. She could be funny, caring, compassionate, ruthless and of course, very seductive. And then, it happened.
She got her big break in a movie. She would play a mother and school teacher who fought a corporation's bid to take over a huge chunk of property and bulldoze the houses for a new mall. The movie would start shooting next week, and she was waiting for Brandon to show up to tell him the good news.
In all of this time, Brandon had never made a move on her, which surprised her. Every man she had dated was all over her, but not Brandon. Were they dating? They spent a lot of time together. He was doing everything he could to help her career, but he never asked her for anything in return.
She was looking at herself in the bedroom mirror, touching up her ruby red lipstick. Her outfit was a little skimpy. A short, tight black skirt and a red top that left little to the imagination. She wasn't going to wait on him anymore. She thought she knew what needed to happen this time.
When he knocked on the door, she was there to greet him with a deep passionate kiss. "Where have you been baby? I've got wonderful news."
He was shocked and yet pleased by the kiss. They had never kissed like this before, and he felt a tingle. His jaw practically dropped when he saw how she was dressed. "What news, and my God you look gorgeous. The guys are gonna be all over you looking like that."
He always did that. Why did he have to tell her how pretty she would look to other guys? "Maybe I don't want other guys. Maybe all I want is standing right here in front of me."
He nervously blushed and wanted to change the subject. "What news? Looks like you're in the mood to celebrate."
She smiled from ear to ear, and he melted as he saw her perfect face. "Oh, you better believe I want to celebrate. We did it."
He still had no clue. "Did what, Dinah? Tell me" She kissed him again. "I got the lead in a movie that starts shooting next week. All of our hard work paid off."
He looked like he was about to cry from his happiness. "See, I knew it. Didn't I always tell you how good you are, Dinah? You're not just a hot t-girl, you are a beautiful woman and a star. Now everybody will know just like I've known all along. I'm so proud of you."
I want him now, she thought to herself as she took his hand. "Come here. I want to show you something."
"What? What is it?"
She giggled as she led him to the bedroom. "Just follow me. You'll see. I know you're gonna like it."
She pointed to the bed. "Have a seat."
He sat down and looked at her. "Are you gonna tell me what this is all about?"
She looked at him seductively, turning her sex appeal on ten. "Why haven't you made a move on me? In all this time, you've done nothing. Why?"
He started feeling nervous. "I am... I just..."
"You know what I think, " she interrupted, "I think you're a total pussy boy."
"Dinah, it's not like that. Anyway, you're a woman as far as I'm concerned, and a woman needs a real man."
She grinned at him. "Did you ever think that I might be okay with having a pussy boy for a boyfriend, maybe even a husband?"
She had him figured out. He had fantasized about it all the time, but he cared for her too much to talk to her about it. He loved her more than worrying about sex, and now she was laying her cards on the table. "Dinah, you don't have to... You don't owe me anything for this. I really care for... I love you, and..."
She removed her skirt and her top, and her cock was starting to tent her red satin lace panties. "What do you mean, I don't owe you? This is going down if I have to rape your pussy boy ass."
She pointed to the floor. "Get on your knees and suck my cock. Now. " she grinned. "You don't want to deal with Mistress Dinah, do you? Maybe you do. You are a pussy boy, after all."
He got to the floor and pulled down her panties, allowing her cock to point out. "Oh my."
"You see, " she said smiling down to him. "It's happy to see you. Go ahead and suck it, and maybe you'll get a creamy reward."
He had always imagined what this would be like, and he kissed the head of her cock and started licking it.
"I knew it. You're a little cock sucker, aren't you, " she laughed playfully?
He took it into his mouth and started sucking it, using his tongue on the underside of it.
She ran her hands through his hair, encouraging him. "I'm not most girls, and I thought you knew that by now. If you wanted to suck my cock, all you had to do was ask me, Brandon."
He started bobbing his head up and down on it as it got harder and harder and he started to taste her. That just made him hornier, but she stopped him. "Get naked, Brandon, right now."
He stripped in seconds and stood before her with his six inch cock getting hard. She pushed him down on the bed on his back. "My turn, baby."
She started sucking on his cock, and he was feeling the pleasure. "Oh God, Dinah. That feels so..."
She looked at him. "What? You didn't think I could give that cock of yours a good tongue bathing?"
She want back to work on his cock, but she started tasting his love fluids building up. She reached over to her stand and grabbed some lube. "Lift those legs up in the air. It's time I made an honest pussy boy out of you."
He felt the coolness of the oil as it went between his cheeks and then two of her fingers probing his insides. "Hmm, you're looser than I thought you'd be. Do you use toys in your ass?"
She grinned. "Thinking about my cock going in there I bet."
He blushed. "Yes, I do."
She positioned her cock at his entrance. "Well, this is the part where fantasy meets reality, so brace yourself."
She pushed the head of her cock inside as he moaned. "Relax, sweetie. It will be easier. It won't hurt for long."
With her seven inch cock halfway in, she bent to down and kissed him. "I love you too, Brandon. Now I get to show you how much."
She pushed her cock further in and started thrusting slowly in and out. "Do you like having my cock in your ass, Brandon?"
"God yes, " he moaned as he gazed lustfully at her.
"Good, because I could get used to this ass. I love that you shave your body like this too. You should look into laser."
Conversation went out the window as she felt her pleasure building. She kept eye contact with Brandon as she grabbed his cock and slowly stroked it. Her thrusts became more rapid and he tried to push back against her to take her deeper inside.
She could feel herself ready to explode. "Are you ready to cum for me, baby?"
"Uh huh, ' he replied.
"Let's see it, " she replied as she kept stroking his cock. It wasn't long before he erupted in her hand, and his ass clamped on her cock triggering her to release inside his ass.
In that moment, they looked deeply into each others eyes. Dinah leaned down and kissed him passionately with her cock inside his ass, and it made a popping sound as she pulled out and rolled next to him on the bed.
She giggled. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
He reached over and held her hand, feeling some of his cum in it as he squeezed it. "It was the best, better than I could have ever thought."
She squeezed his hand back. "Oh, this was nothing, I can do a lot better."
Brandon was a bit superstitious, and that had held him back too. "I was just thinking, Dinah. Virgo-Leo relationships are supposed to be bad."
She pulled his hand up to her lips and kissed it. "No, it will be fine. I won't forget my little Virgo lover and all he means to me and I know you'll always be there for me, showing your love and support all the way."
He boldly rolled over on top of her and kissed her passionately. "That's a promise I intend to keep."
Dedicated to Gwen AraujoIn my book Babydoll, the character of Traci is inspired by Gwen Araujo. Traci met a similar fate to Gwen, but her story took an unexpected and unlikely turn. I've always had this fantasy of going back and saving her if I could. And so, with Gwen's 29th birthday recently past, I thought I would create a work of fiction depicting what might have happened. This is NOT an X Rated story.
Gwen has become a face in the transgender rights movement, a reminder of what hate can do. Her death sparked the movement to grow stronger. I've marched in four Trans Marches, and this event at the beginning of SF Pride was started in her honor a decade ago. Though she is an inspiration for many of us, including myself, I would much rather not know her and have her be safely with her family right now.
A Dream To Good To Be True
Gwen Araujo walked to her studio apartment. It was a beautiful day in West Hollywood and she loved her job and her life. It wasn't easy for her sometimes growing up in the Bay Area town of Newark, but she managed to live through it with the love of her family and a few good friends.
The one strange night at Paul Cazares' house in October of 2002 changed her life. It seemed impossible, but she was living proof. She never saw the mysterious transgender woman named Candice again, and that was almost 15 years ago.
With the constant encouragement of her mother Sylvia to follow her dreams, she went to beauty school and became even better at makeup and hair than she already was. Her dream was to be a makeup artist to the stars, and she set out to make that happen by moving to Southern California almost ten years ago.
She got her wish. She did makeup for some stars on stage and on TV. She was highly recommended and her success afforded her a nice place and the opportunity to have gender reassignment surgery about five years ago.
She had a fun day planned today with her fiancee James. They had known each other since they met a month after she moved there. They became good friends before ever becoming lovers. More of her mother's advice that she should take it slow. Her mother was actually in town to visit, and the three of them were going to lunch when she got home.
There were lots of people walking here and there on this beautiful, cloudless afternoon when she caught glimpse of this woman walking towards her to her left. She looked familiar in her red dress and red heels and long brown hair. "Excuse me, " she said to the lady. "Have we met?"
The lady, obviously a transgender woman, looked puzzled. "Um, not that I know of." She looked the lady up and down, dressed in a pretty black dress and black heels, her hair died a flattering burgundy black. "I think I'd remember you."
She held out her hand to the familiar lady. "I'm Gwen,"
The lady in red wasn't used to strangers being so forward with her, but she uneasily held out her hand. "I'm Candice, nice to meet you."
If a light bulb could have appeared over her head, it would have. Gwen smiled. "Are you busy, Candice?"
She shook her head. "No, not really. I'm just in town seeing the sites. I'm going to Universal tomorrow and Disneyland the nest day. Why?"
Gwen was no stranger to finding people she didn't know and offering to give them makeovers. She did it from time to time, not just for the practice, but for the way it made them feel. "I was wondering if you'd like to come back with me to my house. I'd like to give you a makeover. I love your hair, but I think I can make it better."
Candice had never had her hair done before, and here was a stranger offering her. She couldn't resist. "Okay, sure."
"This may seem strange, Candice, but I'm sure we've met, " she said as they walked back to her house.
"I don't remember, " Candice replied
She opened the door, and her orange tabby Angel came up to greet her. "Guys, I'm back, but I was thinking we could order in for lunch. I have a friend I want to..."
Sylvia walked over to her daughter, "James had to go handle something at work. So, who is this, dear?"
Gwen smiled at her mother. "Mom, this is Candice. I just met her, but I want to give her a makeover."
Sylvia had heard the story over and over, and recalled her daughter's description of the mysterious woman who came to her aid. There was a part of her who doubted she existed, though she knew something bad was about to happen to her daughter that night. She looked like she saw a ghost. "Is she?"
Gwen nodded. "Yes, mom. It's her. She doesn't know, but that makes sense. I don't think she would know."
Candice looked confused. "Okay, would know what? This is weird guys."
Sylvia hugged Candice. "You saved my baby's life, Candice."
Candice accepted the hug, but didn't hug back. "Okay, somebody needs to tell me something, or I need to go. This is creepy."
Gwen smiled and took her new friend's hand. "Come sit down on the couch, and I'll tell you all about it. Mom, can you get us something to drink please?"
"It was October, 3, 2002, " she began. "I'll never forget the date. I was miserable and out to prove a point. My boyfriend broke up with me, and I wanted to make him jealous. I wasn't thinking straight. Mom wanted me to stay home, but I had other plans"
Gwen felt an uneasy vibe. Her ex didn't show up for the party. The guys were looking at her kind of funny. Her friend Nicole was even acting weird. She entered the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Maybe it was just the alcohol.
Candice didn't know how this was possible. She was in a bathtub. As she peered through the curtain, she saw Gwen Araujo, looking into the mirror and fixing her makeup. Gwen Araujo? Here? How? The story of her murder burned into Candice's mind from the moment she first heard about it 12 years ago. How could they murder her?
She knew Gwen was a martyr for the transgender movement. Books had been written about her and a movie was made. Through her story, there was more education on transgender issues. Gwen's mother did several speaking engagements telling the story of her daughter.
But Candice didn't care about martyrs. Gwen touched her heart. Gwen's story resonated with her. She wrote a book in which one of the characters, based on Gwen, was brought back from the other side. She often thought that if she could go back in time and literally take the punishment to save this young lady's life, she would.
Now, she stood in the bathtub, staring at her. It occurred to her that this was the night it happened. "Excuse me, Gwen."
She nervously jumped and dropped her lipstick. "What the fuck? Oh my God! Who are you?"
Candice backed up and sat down. "I just want to talk, Gwen, I won't make a move and you can have them come get me if you think I'm a threat. Please listen to me."
"Why the fuck should I listen to you? I don't know you."
Candice tried to calm her down. "Shh. Because, I want to save your life tonight. They are gonna kill you if you don't get out of here."
She laughed, incredulously, "Get the fuck out of here."
Candice shook her head. "No, I'm serious, Gwen. You've been having sex with them and you are transgender. You were born a boy."
Gwen's face got red. "How do you know that? Who told you?"
"Easy, sweetie. I'm not the one you need to worry about. I'm trans too, if you haven't noticed. But, have you thought about what it would be like if one of the boys you were intimate with found out?"
Gwen paused for a moment. "They might not like it. My mom told my ex about me, and he left me."
She nodded. "Exactly. When a guy finds out about this, he's not always so understanding about it. He'll get violent sometimes, and Gwen, there's four of them out there."
The transgender teen's face turned white. "Oh my God. What do I do? What do I do?"
A knock came at the door. It was Nicole. "Lida, are you okay? Let me in there. I've got to go."
"Um, I'll be out in a minute. Give me a minute."
"Don't fall in, " Nicole replied with a laugh.
Nicole returned to the guys in the living room. "She's still in there. I'll get her out of there if she doesn't come out in a few minutes."
Jaron looked over at Michael. "Are you saying you got your dick sucked by a guy?"
"Nobody's saying anything, " Jose replied. The dark skinned man was noticeably agitated, but trying to keep calm. "Look, we'll find out the truth in a minute."
"I ain't no faggot, " Michael said as he looked over at Jose. Michael was the tough guy of the group with his shaved head and goatee. "And you ain't either. We were tricked."
"Look, calm down guys, " said Jaron. "Let's not lose our heads."
Nicole shook her head. "I don't know, guys. If she... If he tricked you, you have a right to be pissed."
Gwen looked desperately at Candice. "So, what do I do, Candice?"
She pointed to the window. "You climb out that window and run to the nearest safe place. And, you avoid these people like the plague. Oh, and listen to what your mother is trying to tell you. She loves you, you know?"
Gwen went to the window. "We'd better get out of here then."
Candice shook her head. "No, I cant go."
"Why not? They'll hurt you too."
"Because I need to be here long enough for you to get away. Don't worry about me, Gwen. Get out of here."
Gwen looked at her. "Will I ever see you again?"
She shook her head. "I don't know. Probably not. If I do this right, I won't even remember you, and people may think you're crazy if you tell them what I told you."
Gwen hugged Candice. "Thank you. I'll never forget you."
"Go. Get out of here, " she said as Gwen climbed out the window. Candice waited for a few minutes and took a breath. "Here goes nothing."
Nicole was at the door, about to knock, when Candice opened it. This was when everything was put into motion in the original time line. Nicole exposed Gwen then. "Who the fuck are you, " Nicole asked angrily?
"I'm Candice, " she replied holding a hand out. "Nice to meet you."
"What the fuck? Guys, get in here."
Candice smiled. "Oh, and in case you wondered, I was born a male."
"Well, duh, " she replied sarcastically.
Michael looked at Candice. "Who are you?"
"I'm your guardian angel. I've come to save you guys from doing something very stupid and spending time in jail."
Jose walked up to them. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, I think you boys know exactly what it means, " Candice replied. "You guys were planning to kill her tonight."
"Whoa, hold on, " Jaron interrupted. "Nobody was killing anybody here."
"Sure you were. You were about to go into a rage over Gwen."
Micheal looked at his friends. "We don't know what you're talking about. We just had some questions about..."
"Whether she was a man or a woman, " Candice interrupted?
Jose was nervously playing with his keys. "Well, yeah, if she tricked us, I think we have a right..."
"To kill her, " Candice interrupted?
"To be pissed off, " Michael replied, getting annoyed with this stranger.
"Does it really matter, guys? You had moments of pleasure. Can't you just leave it at that?"
"If she's a guy, people will think we're gay, " Jose replied.
Candice shook her head. "Who will think you're gay? Who really cares who you guys sleep with? And, if she happens to have been born a guy, doesn't she still look pretty as a girl?"
Jaron nodded. "She has a point guys."
"That's not a she, dude. That's a guy."
"Look, all I'm saying is that some people are born with male bodies who identify as women, " Candice explained. "They're women who are attracted to guys like most genetic women. It's not gay to them." Candice had no idea if this would work as Michael still looked pretty angry.
"That's no reason to trick a guy, " said Jose.
"You may be right, " she replied. "But she wasn't so much tricking anybody as trying to prove something to herself. She just lost a boyfriend because he found out the truth. It's no excuse, but..."
Micheal pushed Candice. "We don't have to listen to a fag, and since nobody invited you here..."
"Yeah, " Jose added. "I don't recall you being invited."
Michael pushed Candice to the floor. "That means you are breaking and entering. We have a right to, " he kicked Candice, "defend our house."
There was a knock on the door. "Jose, see who that is."
Candice started to yell and Michael put his hand around her mouth. "Dude, this isn't cool. Let her go, " said Jaron."
"Shut the fuck up, Jaron."
Jose shouted back to the hallway. "Guys, it's the police."
Michael got up and led the others to the door. "Oh shit."
Officer Taylor and his partner Officer Johnson were in the living room."We got a call that there was a woman in danger here, gentlemen."
Nicole smiled "I'm fine, officer. We're just hanging out."
"Just the same, we'd like to search the house." The two police officers carefully looked around the house as Jose followed them.
"What are we gonna do," Jaron whispered to Michael?
"Shut up, " he replied.
The police found no sign of Candice. "Okay. Sorry to disturb you guys, but we have to follow up on these things. You understand?"
"Of course officer, " Jose replied. "Have a good evening."
"Dude, where did she go, " said Jaron, looking down the hallway.
Micheal shook his head. "It doesn't matter guys. This never happened, understand? We never did anything with Lida. It's all just between us."
Candice took a drink of orange juice. "So, you're telling me I went back in time somehow and saved your life?"
Gwen nodded. "I know it sounds crazy..."
"Time travel is imposable. You know that, right?"
Sylvia smiled. "My baby is pretty sure it was you, Candice. I know it sounds crazy, but..."
Candice nodded. "Just a little bit. But, if I did, that would be cool. Anyway, what's all this about a make over?"
Gwen smiled. "Girl, I've got just the look in mind for you. I'm thinking burgundy brown for your hair. I like your eyes, but the shadow is all wrong for you. I can fix that. You're gonna look gorgeous. When we're done, you have to go out to dinner with us."
And so it was that Gwen lived to peruse her dreams. She became known for her impressive skills in the field of makeup and hair. Some of the stars of Hollywood knew her and requested her services. She finally had the life she wanted. Sadly, this was a dream, but Gwen's story still touches lives every day.
February 24th would have been her 29th birthday.
Warning: This story consists of adult situations between a mother and her adult transgender daughter. Don't read this if you are offended by that. It is a work of pure fiction.
Emily was a single mother of a boy named Roger. At the age of 5, Roger's father was killed in a construction accident. Emily was well enough off from the insurance payoff that she didn't have to work, but she chose to work as a waitress. She liked interacting with people.
A beautiful blonde haired woman, Emily had no problem finding dates, but the men left a lot to be desired. She had a hard time getting serious with a guy if all it was for him was sex. She chose to stay single and made Roger her life.
At the age of ten, Roger started getting into fights at school, so Emily decided to break him of the habit. She had heard of feminization punishment as a way to correct a young boy of bad habits. She decided to try that with her son.
One day, she called Roger to her room. "What is it mom?"
She looked at hm with disappointment in her eyes. "You've been getting in fights at school again, haven't you?"
"Joey started it, " he claimed. "It wasn't my fault."
"Take off your pants and underwear, " she demanded.
She was growing impatient with him. "You do it because I tell you to, right this instance. I'm your mother and you will listen to me."
He figured he'd better do as she said, so he stripped out of his pants and underwear. "I'm sorry mom. I didn't mean to."
She shook her head. "You never mean to, but you keep on doing it." She threw a pair of pink panties at her son. "Put these on."
He looked at them. "Panties? Mom, I can't wear these. Panties are for girls."
She stood with her hands on her hips. "Yeah, well maybe you've got a little too much naughty boy in you. Maybe you need to be more like a girl."
"I'm not a girl. I won't do it."
She walked away from him to the bedroom window "I can't even look at you. I'm ashamed of you. You're such a disappointment to me. After all I do for you, you can't..."
"I'm sorry mom, " he said as he put the panties on. "I'll do what you say." He didn't like hearing that his mother was ashamed of him. He always wanted to make her proud. The other kids would all say how pretty she was, and he would just smile with pride. "Now what?"
She smiled. "That's better." She walked over to the makeup desk and grabbed some pink lipstick. "Put this on."
"But mom, " he said before getting the look from her again. He put it on.
"You will wear the panties and lipstick for the rest of the day as a reminder of what a bad boy you've been."
"Can I go now?"
She sat down on her bed. "No, you may not. You need to get over here and lie down on my lap."
"I think we both know why, " she said impatiently. "Do as I say."
He slowly moved over her lap as she scolded him and started spanking his ass with an open palm. "When I think of how you've let me down, it makes me want to cry. Disrespecting me by fighting in school when I told you not to. You don't want to listen to your mother."
He was crying. "Ow, I'm sorry mommy. Stop. I'm sorry mommy."
She wanted to hug him, but she couldn't. Not yet. She had to make her point. "Go stand in the corner and think about what you've done."
She left the room, feeling a little aroused from spanking her son. Had she looked at him in the corner, she would have seen his arousal. She tried to put it out of her mind as she left the room to calm down. About 30 minutes later, she returned to see him standing where he was supposed to be. "Roger, you can come out now."
He ran to her, starting to cry as he hugged her. "I'm sorry mommy. Please don't hate me."
"I don't hate you, dear " she said as she held him closely. "You just need to learn how to behave properly."
"Can I get out of these girl's panties?"
She shook her head. "No you may not. The panties and lipstick stay on."
Roger's normal routine was to go off with his friends or spend time watching TV, but he hung around with his mother. It was her day off, so she was cleaning house. He helped her without even asking, which was a big surprise to her. Normally she would have to ask him.
When it was time to cook dinner, he helped her, and he even volunteered to do the dishes afterwards. She hugged him as he finished the dishes, pressing her D cup breasts against his back. She wasn't wearing a bra. "You know mommy loves you, right?"
He liked the feeling that the hug gave him, and his little penis was tenting his panties. "I love you too mommy,"
"Well, when you're done, come in the living room and watch TV with me."
That night, Emily used her vibrator and brought herself to two orgasms before her son knocked on her bedroom door. She covered up. "Mommy, I can't sleep. Can I sleep in here with you?"
She smiled. "Of course you may."
She noticed that he wore his pajama top, but still had on the panties even though she had told him he could remove them earlier.
She cuddled her son up against her scantily clad body, and both drifted off to sleep. In the days ahead, she noticed Roger liked to wear the panties, but he was becoming more helpful around the house on those days.
She called him into her room and gave him a few more things to wear, a pink nightgown, some pink hello kitty panties, some pink slippers and a tube of pink lipstick. He cried as he thanked her for the pretty gifts. Mommy and son were growing closer, and when he was all dressed up, she referred to him as her daughter Regina.
He actually slept in her bed on several occasions, and she cuddled with him. One day, she put a stop to all of it in a moment of guilt. Roger was starting to walk into her room uninvited, and on this day, he came in as she was naked and brushing her hair.
"Mommy, you're pretty."
She blushed and smiled. "Why thank you sweetie. I think you're quite the handsome boy too."
"I sometimes wish I was as pretty as you, " he admitted. "And had big boobs like you."
"Sweetie, their just breasts. They're for feeding babies. In fact, you used to drink from them when you were little."
He sat down next to her. "I don't remember, mommy. How does it taste?"
She giggled. "Sweetie, it's milk. You know what milk tastes like."
"Oh. Well, I bet your milk tastes better than any other milk in the whole world, " he said innocently.
As she was currently lactating, she offered up her right breast to him. "Come have a taste and tell me how it is."
He began sucking on her nipple and she felt something she hadn't felt since he was a baby. Again, she was feeling wet as her breast gave her son milk. He sat up. "It tastes good, mommy. Its sweet."
It was the next day that she told him he would not be allowed to wear the women's clothes again. He protested, but he gave her back the clothes. However, the desire to dress up was there now, and he would dress in her clothes when he thought he could get away with it.
The desire really started to kick in when he was 15. When his mother worked a later shift at the diner, he started dressing in some of his mother's clothes and lingerie again. He also started playing with her makeup. However, he was very nervous about it and worried he would get caught.
He had a paper route and decided to take some of his savings and buy a sexy red blouse and skirt and red heels. He also bought several pairs of panties, a bra and two nighties. With what was left over, he bought some make up and started getting better at make up application.
Roger created the persona of Regina. When he turned 16, Regina stated going out in public. He was confident he wouldn't get noticed by anybody he knew, and he would take walks to the stores. He also shopped for more clothes. He would wash that laundry separately from everything else.
One day, when he was sure his mother had to work until late in the evening, he slipped into a silky blue babydoll and matching panties and lounged on the couch with the remote control. He was watching a woman's apparel show on one of the shopping channels when his mother came walking through the door.
He panicked and ran to his bedroom, but she followed him. "Roger, honey, why are you hiding from me?"
He was crying. "I'm sorry mom. It's just that you didn't want me to dress anymore, and I couldn't help myself."
She admired his babydoll. "That's very pretty, but I know it isn't mine. You've been shopping, haven't you?"
He held his head down. "I'm sorry."
She hugged her son tightly. "Don't be sorry. Come out to the living room. We need to talk."
"What are you doing home, mom?"
"I had a headache, sweetie. I figured I'd take the rest of the night off and let Carol cover for me." She sat down on the couch.
"Can I get you some aspirin, " he offered?
She patted the couch next to her. "Later, dear. Sit down. We need to talk."
He sat down next to her and she turned to face him. "So, how long have you been doing this, and what do you have?"
He blushed. "I have lots of things mom, nighties, panties, bras and few outfits, makeup."
She gasped. "You're dong makeup too?"
Roger smiled. "Yeah, I taught myself. When I bought my first outfit last year, I bought makeup. I wanted to look pretty for when I go out."
Emily was shocked. "You go out like that?"
He nodded. "I walk around town, go to the mall and shop, stuff like that."
"What do your friends say to you?"
"Nobody knows, mom. I keep it a secret. I just go by myself and nobody's given me any problems when I've gone out."
She took her son's hand. "Sweetie, do you want to be a woman? Do you want to go on hormones?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, mom. I think about it a lot. I just like looking pretty."
She hugged him again. "Well, if you do, I'll support you 100%. I love you Roger, and I just want you to be happy. I don't want you to hide this any more."
Roger was encouraged to dress up as Regina when he wanted to, and he did it often. They started having mommy-daughter days. They gave each other makeovers, did each others nails and gossiped. They even went shopping and out to restaurants together.
Something else happened. One night, the mother and son fell asleep on the couch together in their lingerie. Emily woke up first. "Sweetie, let's go to bed."
Roger headed for his room when his mother took his hand. "You can sleep with me if you want, honey. I don't mind."
They cuddled in bed that night, and Roger loved the feel of his mother's breasts pressing against his back. Many nights they slept together and cuddled. One day, he was in her room when his mother walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. "I'm thinking of a blue dress for my date. What do you think?"
"You look good in blue, mom. You should wear it, maybe with those three inch black heels."
Emily went to the closet and pulled out the dress and set it on the bed. She went to her lingerie drawer for some baby blue satin panties and a matching bra. She dropped her towel on the floor. In her naked beauty, Roger stared.
She looked perfect to him. Her soft, smooth skin, shapely hips and still perky D cup breasts. Her vagina was shaved. She had a nice round ass. She was still a sexy and vibrant woman in her late 30's. He'd seen his mother naked before, but he was in awe of her beauty. "Mom, you are a beautiful woman. Mr. Davis is lucky to be dating you."
"It's just one date sweetheart, " she struggled to fasten her bra. "Help me get this on, would you dear."
Roger got up and fastened the hooks to her bra, feeling his own excitement growing in his pink panties behind a black skirt. "Well, he's still lucky."
In her bra and panties she kissed him. "Thank you sweetie. I've still got to get my makeup on and do my hair and I have a million things to do. It's been so long."
"Mom, I'll help you, just relax." Roger helped her with her hair and makeup, applying the finishing touches to her lips.
"How do I look, " she asked?
"Beautiful. You're gonna have to fight him off."
She playfully slapped her son. "Sweetie, don't say such things. I'm your mother."
Roger waited up in one of his black satin nighties, watching TV. He fell asleep on the couch when she returned. "I'm home Roger. Come to bed."
"How did it go mom?"
She shook her head. "Long story. But, I have interesting news." They went to the bedroom, where she got undressed and into a yellow nightie. "It seems Carol has to leave for a week on a family emergency. That leaves us short handed. I told Bill about you and..."
Roger gasped. "Mr. Davis wants to hire me?"
"You didn't let me finish. I told him you dressed up as Regina and were quite beautiful and..."
"Mother, why did you tell him?"
Emily smiled. "Because he wants you to fill in as a replacement waitress for Carol."
Roger had a smile from ear to ear. "Oh my God, mom, that's great news. I get to work dressed up as a girl." He hugged her. "Thanks mom."
They sat down on the bed. So, how did your date go?"
Emily blushed. "Well..."
"Did you get lucky?"
She was shocked to hear her son speak that way. "Roger!" She paused for a minute. "Yeah, I did. Well, he did. I kind of did him a favor."
Roger lay down next to his mother in bed. "I don't know if I could do that, mom."
"Well, looking like you do, the boys are gonna want you to. Men are easy. If you get down and suck their cocks and let them cum in your mouth, you'd be surprised at what they'll do for you."
Roger had a raging erection. "How does it taste?"
"Not that bad, really. You get used to it. Now, your father, he used to love... Why do you ask? Is there a boy you like?"
"No, I'm just curios, " he replied, rolling on his side. "I think I like girls."
She cuddled with her son. "Looking like you do when you're dressed, guys are gonna want to be with you, dear. You may want to find out. Even if you do prefer girls, you might want to experiment, just to be sure."
She accidentally brushed her hand against her son's erection. Neither of them said a word, but her mind was racing. "Oh my God, he's big down there. I wonder.. Stop thinking that way Emily. It's not right."
Emily started having thoughts of sex with her son that night. She knew it was wrong. She was tempted to bar him from her bedroom, but she realized he was being good. It was she who had the naughty thoughts. Had she been able to read her son's mind, she would have known she wasn't alone in these incestuous fantasies."
They continued on as they were during the next two years, having mother/daughter nights. Roger did so well as Regina at the diner that he was hired part time. Mr. Davis actually had his eyes on the young sissy and was dropping subtle hints. Nothing happened, although he pushed up against Roger's hips, and he could feel his hard cock pressed up against him.
Later that day in the bedroom, he told his mother. "He did what, " she yelled? "I'll kill the bastard."
Roger was removing his makeup in the master bathroom. "Mom, calm down, it's okay."
"It is not okay, Roger. " she got up and walked into the bathroom. "He's an adult and you are a minor. He knows better than that."
He turned around and smiled at his mother. "Isn't that one of the hazards of being a waitress, having horny old men hitting on a woman?"
"Yeah, but sweetie, you're not, " she stopped herself, knowing the rest of the sentence would hurt him. "I'm sorry."
A tear came to his eye and he wiped it quickly. "No, you're right mom. I'm just a stupid boy."
She hugged him. "Now, you need to stop that right now. I think you're beautiful, boy or girl."
"Thank you mom. I love you."
She maintained the hug. "I love you too sweetie, and if you decide you want to live full time as a girl, I will support you with all my heart."
"If its what you want, we can get you a counselor and see what action should be taken."
Later in bed, Emily asked the question that would forever change the way she looked at her son. "Sweetie, why don't you have a girlfriend. I thought you liked girls?"
"Mom, I love girls. I love everything about them. I may be a lesbian or bi, but I want to be with women first."
"But I've never seen you with a girl."
Roger turned to face his mother. "I don't know. I'm shy I guess."
"Do you have a small penis, " she asked before realizing she said it. "Oh, I mean..."
Roger pulled off the covers and pulled down his panties, revealing a semi hard seven inch penis. "No, mom, see. It's just..."
Emily blushed. "Sweetie, put that away. I'm your mother."
"It's not like that mom, I was just showing you."
She was starting to get wet. He was bigger than his father down there. "Have you shown it to a girl yet?"
He shook his head. "Not yet. Never got the chance."
"Why haven't you been on a date lately, mom? I haven't seen a guy here since Mr. Davis, but you are so pretty you should be seeing someone."
She blushed. "Sweetie, don't say such things to me. I'm your mother."
Roger was gently rubbing his panties under the sheets. "I'm sorry mom, but it's the truth."
"Sweetie, do you ever masturbate?"
Her son blushed and smiled "Sometimes. Do you?"
"Well, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I do." She reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a vibrator. "Do you know what this is?"
He giggled. "Of course, it's a vibrator."
"Yes. It comes in handy when a lady has no man in her life." Under the sheets, she used the vibrator on herself. "Sometimes it's good to masturbate, to relieve the tension . You can do it too if you want to, sweetie."
Roger got even harder and pulled it out of his panties, stroking it slowly. "Mom?"
She was feeling the pleasure from her vibrator teasing her clit. "Yes dear?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
The two silently pleasured themselves to orgasms and cuddled afterwards as they drifted off to sleep. Emily knew she shouldn't have done it, but she had no regrets. They would repeat it several times in the months ahead.
On his 18th birthday, Roger was given a letter from his therapist recommending hormone replacement therapy. He was living full time as Regina now. He also received news that he was being granted a scholarship for collage, but it was in another state.
They sat next to each other on the couch. "I can't believe I get to start hormones. I can't wait."
She smiled at her daughter. "I'm happy for you sweetie. I know how much you wanted this."
"Yeah, but I'm not wanting to leave you here. I don't like thinking of you being by yourself, and I'm gonna be so lonely there."
Emily hugged Regina. "I'll be fine and you will be too. You'll get a good education and you'll meet a girl."
"I don't think I'll meet a girl as pretty as you, mom."
Emily didn't think, she just kissed Regina on the lips, a rather passionate kiss. She was embarrassed. She got up to go to her room. "I'm sorry. That wasn't right."
Regina followed, "Mom, don't worry about it. It was just a kiss."
Emily sat down on her bed. "You don't understand, Regina. I'm attracted to you. I have been for a while, and I need to stop it."
Regina stood in front of her mother with her panties starting to tent. "Well, news flash mom, I'm attracted to you too. And I love you."
"Don't say it like that. It's not right."
"Well let me show you then, mom. Lay down on the bed and I'll... I'll eat your pussy."
Emily was starting to tear up. "We can't do this, Regina. It's not right." She saw the bulge sticking out underneath her transgender daughter's nightie and reached for it. "Oh God, take it out, sweetie."
Regina pulled down her panties, and her mother eagerly took her cock into her mouth. "Oh God, I've been wanting to do this since you showed it to me."
"I'm glad you're my first, " she replied, running her hands gently through her mother's blonde hair. "I love you, mom. I've been wanting to show you."
"Hmm, shut up and cum in mamma's mouth baby, " she said as she slowly sucked her cock, bobbing her head up and down, licking it with her tongue. "Give mommy your cum."
This drove Regina over the edge and soon she erupted inside her mother's mouth. Emily greedily swallowed it all. "This can never happen again. Understand."
"Well, in that case, " Regina pushed her mother down on the bed and got between her legs, pulling her panties aside. Her pussy was already wet as she started licking it, licking her lips and gently rubbing her clit. She probed inside with her tongue, savoring her mother's taste.
"Oh, fuck. Are you sure you've never been with a woman before, " Emily asked as she felt the pleasure build?
"No, but I've thought about this since I saw you naked the first time, " she concentrated on hitting all the right spots as she understood them to be, and her mother was approaching a nice orgasm. She brought her close and pulled her back a couple times before making her cum hard.
They collapsed on the bed together. Emily ran her fingers through her daughter's hair. "Sweetie, this can't happen again."
"Well, this can't end until I fuck you."
"Sweetie, no. It's wrong. We can't."
Regina kissed her. "We both want it, and I think we should just do it and see how we feel."
Emily lay on top of her daughter, kissing her passionately. "I see you're ready for it, so, " she sat down on top of her daughter's hardening cock. "Oh, I needed this. How does it feel, sweetie?"
Regina had never felt a pleasure like this before, and it was intense. "It's the best feeling in the world, mom."
She kissed her daughter as she rode her. "God, what would everybody say?"
Regina pulled her down for a kiss. "Nobody has to know, mother. It's just between us."
They embraced in a kiss and Regina rolled Emily on her back as Regina's cock was still inside her. "My turn to be on top, " the daughter joked.
"As long as you remember who runs this house, dear."
Regina kissed her again. "I know it's you. I'm not gonna get spanked by you again. I'm a good girl."
Emily grinned. "You're acting so bad right now though."
In the throes of passion, they made love in that position for several minutes before Emily got on her hands and knees and Regina got behind her. Emily looked behind her. "Fuck me like a dog."
Regina entered her mother and started thrusting deep inside the place she came from, kissing her mother's back. "Do you like this mom?"
"Fuck me harder, baby. I need it."
"Oh God, " Regina started thrusting harder and faster as Emily started feeling her orgasm build. It wasn't long before she had her second one of the night as Regina was still going strong.
They made love in that potion for a good ten minutes before Regina got her mother on her back and entered her again. "I want to look you in the eyes when I cum."
Where was she getting all of these techniques from, Emily wondered. She's not experienced, but she acts like she's done it many times before. "Oh God you are incredible."
"I've played this over in my head for years, and now I get to show you. If this is it, we'll never forget it."
She pulled her daughter down for another kiss. "How could we ever forget this?"
Regina began to tense up, and she shot her seed inside her mother as her mother had another small orgasm. Regina collapsed on her mother, kissing her. "You're amazing mom."
She smiled. "Me? I haven't been fucked like that in years."
"I love you mom."
"I love you too sweetie."
They drifted off to sleep. They continued to share the bed together, but this didn't happen again before Regina went to college. Regina also started on hormones. While her mother continued to work at the diner, Regina got a good education and met a girl. They fell in love.
Mother started dating a man, but it was more about sex than an actual connection. Regina and her girlfriend got engaged and were eventually married after college. They came to live with Emily. There were some interesting times then, but that's another story.