Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 09:15:42 -0500
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Transformation, part 9

Copyright 2005 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
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Please note: the twelve parts of this story depict sex between males,
between minors and between adults and minors. They depict oral, anal and
vaginal sex as well as incest, rape, sadomasochism and transvestitism. If
any of these offend you or are illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or
you are under the age of 18, read no further.

All names, characters, locations and incidents in this story are
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Early Summer, Year 2

That summer, I bought myself a onepiece similar to the one I'd borrowed
from the Millers. I looked at myself in the mirror and was really
pleased. Keith had helped me pick out a new jock for the summer which kept
things in line as well as the leather g. I really appreciated Keith's jock
expertise. Now with my new bathing suit and my falsies, I looked damned
hot, I thought.

Each day, when we got home from the pool, I got out of my boy swimtrunks
and donned my new onepiece. I began sunbathing in the backyard wearing my
one piece. Most girls my age would aim for an overall tan, wearing a two
piece bikini and doffing the bra when they could to erase all the tan lines
possible. I, however, wanted my tanlines. I wanted to stand naked in front
of a mirror and still see where my lovely female bathing suit had been. One
day I decided to talk to Keith about my idea.

"May I ask you a question, Sir?" I said, as I washed up the breakfast
dishes and he was thumbing through his little black book.

"What the fuck do you want, bitch? You're fuckin interrupting me."

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I want to ask your permission for something." I was
beginning to learn how to get my way with Keith. He was the master. I was
the slave. Yet I was discovering ways to manipulate him. And of course a
key ingredient was my obsequious kowtowing.

"So what is it already. What the fuck you want from me. Be quick about it,
bitch."

"Can Francine go to the pool sometime, Sir?"

Keith was silent a long time. It had annoyed him seeing me sunbathing when
he thought I should be doing chores. He liked it when he could humiliate me
with girly clothes but now he saw I was enjoying it way too much. I figured
the gears in his head were turning like mad trying to decide how he could
control the circumstances so that I'd still end up looking like the old
stupid bitch I was.

"OK, just this once. Hurry up and get dressed." I put on my suit, my
falsies, sunglasses, a pair of high heeled plastic beach shoes, and a lacey
coverup. I laid my towel over one arm and was ready to leave. Keith,
however, didn't wait for me that day. He rushed on ahead to the pool. This
time, he didn't want us arriving together. When I got there, he was with
his bitch circle and his male roadies. He saw me approach and said in a
loud voice, "Well, look at the new bitch in town."

The reactions were varied. Some of the guys knew right away who I was and
started laughing, figuring Keith had made me dress this way. Others guys
thought I really was a new bitch and whistled, -- realizing their error
later, they tried to cover up the plain fact that they'd been attracted to
another guy. The girls were nervous at first. Most of them had seen
Francine before but not in this getup, not at the pool. They knew they
didn't need to be jealous, but any female, real or otherwise, was still a
potential distraction.

I settled next to the others. Brian sat down and started playing with my
boobs and everyone laughed. Big George came over with a frown on his
face. "Do I know you?" I nodded and again everyone laughed. I even went
swimming, although I didn't put my head under water this time. I didn't
want to ruin my makeup or my hair.

Dressed as I was I couldn't accompany the boys into the john when they had
to piss. When I had to piss, I walked into the girls' room. A place I'd
never been. I went into a stall, sat down and arranged the layers of stuff
on my crotch so I could pee. I came out, checked myself in the mirror,
adjusted my makeup and then joined the group. The girls in Keith's circle
made sure they didn't go the bathroom whenever I was there.

Keith called "Wall" and of course I took my place in the center. But
Keith also made Cathy, a new member of the bitch circle join me. "Now, my
friends, I wish to show you the diference between a real bonafide girl and
a ripoff fake. Fellas, this is an important lesson to learn, so you don't
get scammed some time. Now listen up."

"First off, notice their faces. Who's the prettiest?"

"Cathy!" The vote was unanimous, and I'm afraid I had to agree with the
consensus.

"OK, now a real girl knows how to really kiss. Brian, you were very
interested in Francine before." Snickers from the audience. "Go up and
give her a kiss." Redfaced, Brian entered the circle and gave me a peck on
the cheek.

"On the mouth!" the crowd ordered. So Brian scrunched up his face and
landed a sloppy one on my lips.  Keith instructed him to then move on to
Cathy. This time, Brian took his sweet time, locking lips with her and
clearly dueling with her tongue.

"Now, Brian, tell us who's the better kisser, the real girl or the fake
bitch?" Of course, I lost that contest as well.

Next was the blow job contest. Jake, the tester this time had to admit I
gave the better bj. And the others reluctantly agreed. Poor Cathy was not
up the task at all. On her knees she gave a gallant effort, but without my
experience and inner knowledge of the male anatomy, she was totally out of
her league. Pedicting this was going to be the case, Jake started with her
and when she gagged on his fat cock, he moved over to me and received a
first rate job complete with swallowing.

Undeterred, Keith moved on. Another boy was directed to feel our
breasts. Cathy was getting a little nervous now. She wasn't sure where
this was leading. I was. After the breasts were tested for feelability,
they then had to be compared on looks. Cathy and I had to both lower our
shoulder straps. Cathy's lovely tits hung out, mine fell on the ground. We
were both embarrassed now. A young nubile girl doesn't like to be made to
show her rack in public, and no lady likes to lose her melons
altogether. My one piece was now down to my waist and despite my lovely tan
I was looking more and more like the boy I didn't want to be. Cathy
quickly slipped her bikini bra back on. We both were completely flushed,
but were about to turn deep scarlet.

The next lad was told to feel our pussies. He stood between us and pushed
one hand inside each of our suits. He felt my organ and pulled his hand
out, feigning disgust. But his other hand kept massaging Cathy's cunt. She
was nearly in tears now but she stood there like a trooper. I wanted to hug
her and comfort her. But more than that, I wanted to serve Keith and make
him happy. This awful show was making him very happy.

Keith then came into the circle and lowered his pants. His tool was rock
hard. "OK, now that we know which pussy feels better, let's see which one
works better." Cathy began whimpering and mouthing the words, please
don't. But there was no stopping Keith. He directed a couple boys to
remove both our suits. We stood there, me now only in my tight little jock
and she in only her bra. As we both shook and tried to cover ourselves,
Keith came over to me and pushed his cock against my perianum. He pretended
to probe with his fingers and then announced to no one's surprise that he
couldn't find the hole. He then stood in front of Cathy. "Don't worry,
sweetie, I'll be gentle," he whispered softly. She looked up at him, her
eyes coated in tears, and continued to mouth please don't. He took a
condom out of his pocket and rolled it on. Then he positioned his tool at
her vagina and thrust. She closed her eyes. He grabbed her and she
instinctively curled her legs around his waist. He stood there bouncing her
on his rod as all the circle stood in silence. I'm sure most of them, like
myself, had not witnessed a standing fuck before, but obviously Keith was
an expert.

When he had blown his wad and pulled out, Cathy collapsed on the ground in
the fetal position. I picked up her bikini bottom, but another girl took it
from me and helped Cathy slip it back on. I was really sick now from this
exhibition and bent over to pick up my own onepiece and my falsies. I
didn't realize who I was in front of when I bent over.

"Uh, Keith?"

"Yeah, Big George?" Keith looked up, as he finished pulling up his
pants. He saw my big ass, he saw Big George's bulging bathing suit, and
nodded. "Sure, George, go ahead." So while Cathy and a couple friends
retired to the ladies room, the rest of the circle held firm and watched me
get the fuck I had been denied for lack of a pussy.

After that, Keith did not permit Francine to go to the pool, despite her
pleadings. He said he had wanted me to lose all the contests to Cathy, even
the blow job. He figured I should have known that. So, Fran-sess went to
the pool instead, swam quickly, went back home and got into his Francine
suit for some sunbathing. I also found excuses not to go to the pool at
all. If Francine couldn't be there, I didn't want to go either. So I
found chores that needed finishing which prevented me from going. Keith of
course always took me down into the basement in the evening and punished me
for leaving him alone without his slave bitch.

And I was making plans for our end-of-summer trip to the lake.