Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2008 05:12:24 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wet Panties, Chap. 5

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play,
diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please
the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences
of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been
made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers
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				Wet Panties
			    by Amber Fountaine

				Chapter  5

	Jean, Roni's mom, worked different hours. She almost always went in
to work between 8 and 9 each morning, but got off anywhere from 3 to 6 in
the afternoon. As Roni laid out more "sissy clothes" for me to wear, I
hoped this would be an afternoon when Jean worked late. Roni was serious
about putting me in one of the maid dresses and having my help to clean up
the house.
	This was a first for me in many ways. Not only was it the first
time I'd worn a dress - of any kind - it was also the first time I'd ever
cleaned a house in any way. For some of you that helped with house cleaning
chores since before you could spell `chore' that may sound odd, but I have
to admit I was spoiled in that respect. By the time I was old enough that I
could have pitched in with the chores, we had a maid that did everything. I
had no idea how to wash clothes or make my bed. However the vacuum cleaner
was easy enough to figure out and Carlotta had let me play with it a couple
of times. You can't get much simpler than an on-off switch and pushing
something back and forth. But how you adjusted the height control was a
mystery. I had to assume that Carlotta left it at the right setting.
	We started with washing the pissed in sheets from Roni's bed and
the towels we'd used in our bathroom. When I bundled it all in my arms, I
made sure the wet sheets were on top and several times between Roni's
bedroom and the wash room, I buried my face in the wet sheets to smell
Roni's piss. Roni hadn't been spoiled like I'd been and had been doing
household chores for several years. She showed me how to use the washing
machine, explaining the settings for different types of clothes and
materials, and while that was going, she got me started with the vacuum.
	My mom had gone through a "mirror" phase of some sort. She'd read
in a magazine or heard from a friend that mirrors make a home look
larger. I think I was in the third grade at the time and remember that it
seemed like every day when I came home from school, there was another
mirror hanging somewhere in the house. I'd never paid them much attention
before, but now, dressed as I was, and with the fresh makeup Roni had put
on me, I couldn't help but look at myself each time I was near a
mirror. With nearly a dozen mirrors around the house, I got to do a lot of
looking, and soon found myself smiling at the cute sissy in the
mirror. With the bright red lips and eye shadow, I really did look like a
girl.
	The whole time, as I worked at one chore or another, I thought
about Chris, his cock, and how much I'd enjoyed sucking it. I wished he
could see `Maid Kayla' and wondered how he'd react to me dressed like
this. I remembered the remark he'd made the day I'd felt his cock. When
he'd gone in the bathroom to jack off, he'd asked me if I wanted to watch
and then told me watching someone else was even more exciting than watching
yourself. I was sure from the way he'd said it that he'd watched another
boy jack off and the way he'd sucked my cock earlier that morning pretty
much confirmed in my mind that Chris had some sexual experience with
another boy. Now I wondered who, and when, and how often. More important,
was I as good as the other boy? I was beginning to have fantasies of Chris
coming to me every time he needed his cock sucked and perhaps was beginning
to get jealous of some unknown boy that may or may not even exist.
      Then when Roni would stop what she was doing to see if I needed
anything or get me started on something else, my thoughts would shift to
her and the front of my panties would bulge as I recalled images of her
from earlier that day - as if her current image wasn't good enough to cause
any man's cock to swell. While she'd dressed me head to toe in female
finery, including some shoes that fit surprisingly well, all she'd put on
was her favorite attire of panties and a t-shirt - a thin and faded t-shirt
very similar to what she'd worn earlier. Any time she stood between me and
a light source, she might as well have been naked.
	I'd never realized how quickly house chores could get done with two
people working at it. There was a backlog of laundry because we'd striped
and put clean sheets on all three beds, plus all the things that had gotten
dirty since the last time Carlotta had done the wash. I knew Carlotta
stayed busy all day, but to be fair, she'd done a lot of things we'd
skipped over. I was still worried that Jean might come home early and Roni
fixed that problem by calling her at work to remind her that there wasn't
anyone to start supper and asked if she should do it. Instead, Jean told
her she'd be home by six and would stop on the way to pick up pizza or
something. That meant that when we finished everything but the laundry
before 3:00, that we had at least a couple of hours to do something - and I
had some ideas. I also had an idea of how I could bring up the subject.
	"When do you think your friend Jim can check my computer?" I asked
Roni as we put away the cleaning stuff.
	"Ready to try out my boyfriend?" she teased.
	That wasn't how I'd meant it. I wanted to get back on the computer
with her and look at some of the sites we'd looked at with Chris's
help. Then I recalled that she'd hinted earlier that I'd like Jim and that
he, "had a nice one," as she'd put it. Maybe I was turning into a slut just
that fast because the thought that she might really fix me up with Jim
excited me.
	"Maybe," I answered as coquettishly as I could. "You did say he has
a nice one."
	She looked at me in silence for a moment. "I can't tell if you're
serious or teasing. But if you're serious, Jim might go for it. He and his
buddy Randy fool around I'm sure. Maybe Kyla would interest him more than
he's willing to admit."
	That was good news but not something we could make use of in the
couple of hours left before Jean got home. So I stored that away to add to
my fantasies and came out and told her that I wanted to look at the
computer again; that I wanted to try to find some more of those groups that
we'd visited earlier. Besides, I wanted to get to the safety of my room.
	While Roni was convinced that her mom wouldn't be home until after
five, to my way of thinking, "by 6:00," meant any time from that moment up
until 5:59. She'd said, "by six" and not "at six" and I was still a little
concerned. At least if we were in my room I could change in a hurry. I
wasn't near as sure as Roni that Jean would be tolerable of the way I was
dressed.
      So we spent the next two hours signing up "kaylacumslut" and
"sissy_kayla" to some of the "eGroups" for sissies and cross-dressers. I'd
just wanted to look, but Roni insisted that Kayla should join.
	"It doesn't commit you to being a sissy forever," Roni reminded me
when I seemed hesitant to join some of the groups. "What better way is
there for you to find out if this is something you like? You can write to
other people that have gone through the same thing when they were your age
and find out more from them and do it safer than you could by trying to
meet someone around here or taking advice from the dumb-asses you talk to
at school. Besides, would you ever ask them anything about any of this?"
	She was right about that. I didn't want ANYONE at my school to know
about Kayla. With her urging I joined several of the groups but balked when
she found some for sissies that wore diapers. "We haven't tried that yet,"
I reminded her. "I don't know if I like it."
	"You will," she replied in a way that almost sounded like an
order. Or maybe she was just that positive that when I tried it, I'd like
it. With that in mind, I joined those groups and read more about it,
learning there were two or three subgroups to this diapering thing. Some
were adult babies and liked to act like and be treated like infants or
toddlers. Others were more like Roni, and I guessed myself, in that they
just wanted to wear diapers and enjoy using them. And there were some that
did both, depending on their mood. Of the ones that just liked to wear and
wet diapers, a good portion of them seemed to be men that enjoyed being
sissies, either voluntarily or at the hands of a dominant female. Then,
while I went to pee, Roni found a group that was for bisexual men in our
area.
	"Isn't `Ledge Falls Park' the one you told me about?" she asked as
I came out of the bathroom.
	"Yeah - where my mom put a diaper on me." I thought she was still
looking at the diaper groups.
	"Your mom must have been right. Read this letter."
	I slid in beside her and read a letter to the group from a guy that
bragged about how any time he wanted his cock sucked, he went to the men's
restroom near the trees at Ledge Falls Park. He also mentioned that the
men's room at the shopping mall not far from there was another good spot
for cruising. I found that term - cruising - to be confusing, but Roni
seemed to know all about it and explained that's what people called it when
they were looking for quickie sex. I decided on the spot that as soon as I
was dressed in my regular clothes, I'd go check on the condition of my
bike. I was sure a trip to Ledge Falls Park was in my immediate
future. That wasn't all.
	"That's the same mall I was thinking of taking you shopping at,"
Roni told me. "We need to get Kayla some things of her own and you probably
ought to buy some things for yourself for school too."
	It seemed to me like we'd just got out and doing `back to school
shopping' already was almost sad. However the notion of having some sissy
clothes of my own - as long as I could keep it a secret - now that was
exciting! There was just one flaw in her plan as I saw it. "How are we
going to get there? If we go shopping . . . there'll be a bunch of bags to
carry . . . there's no bus around here except to go the other way and I
can't carry you on my bike and . . ."
	"Jim is off tomorrow during the day and he'll be glad to take us."
	For a moment my heart was in my throat. If Jim went shopping with
us, then he was bound to find out about Kayla. There was no way we could
shop for anything sissy for me to wear without him knowing. But as I
thought about it, I found that idea exciting too. If Jim and Roni had gone
to school together, he had to live five or ten miles away so it would be
near impossible for him to know any of my friends and he was older than
Roni so that too would help. Plus she'd said that she was sure Jim and his
friend had fooled around together. I wondered how she was sure and thought
of a way to bring that subject up.
	"What if he wants to bring his friend along?"
	She paused for a moment while she tried to think of which friend of
Jim's I might mean and then realized she'd only told me about one. The way
her face lit up, you'd have thought it was Christmas. She reached over to
put her hand on my cheek and told me, "Kayla - You're a genius!"
	Now to anyone reading this, that probably sounds like I'd gotten
one helluva compliment. But I knew there wasn't anything I'd said that
rated that kind of flattery unless it had provoked some thought or idea in
Roni's head. So instead of beaming with satisfaction at Roni's remark, my
face clouded with apprehension. Until I knew for sure exactly what Roni was
thinking - and I doubted there'd ever be a day when that rare event might
happen - I wasn't going to go along with a scheme I didn't know about. But
before I could ask what she had in mind, she jumped up.
	"It's almost 4:30," she reminded me. "We better get the clothes out
of the dryer and the last load in and get you changed back to Kyle."
	Like the faithful puppy I'd become, I followed her to the washroom
and any chance of more sex that afternoon came to an end - at least with
Roni.
	I'm certain Jean knew something was up from the apprehension in my
behavior. I was sure, as we ate some of the best pizza I'd ever had, that
any minute Roni was going to ask her mom about me being the maid. She'd
promised not to, but ironically it was Jean that started the conversation
in that direction thanks to a rushed job of removing my makeup.
	We'd been talking about something entirely different when Jean
asked, "Kyle, do you have a black eye or are you using eye-shadow these
days?"
	I saw Roni begin to open her mouth and knew I had to say something
before she did. "Roni hit me because I didn't fold the sheets right." I
said it with as big a smile as I could muster, considering the fear I felt
at the moment.
	Roni responded with an indignant, "That's not true!"
	The extra couple of seconds allowed me to think up a good
story. "Just kidding," I told Jean. "Roni taught me a lot today." I had to
smile at that line and I guess it sold the rest of the story. "I was
working on my bike and I guess I got some grease or something on my eyes
when I was wiping away the sweat."
	"It's just your right eye. You might want to wash your face when
you're finished eating."
	I nodded, glad to have gotten away with that one, but Roni saw it
as the opening she'd been looking for.
	"What do you think mom?" she began. "I'll bet if I put some makeup
on him he'd make a real cute girl. He was a lot of help to me today. Maybe
you should hire Kyle to be the maid until you can find a new one."
	"I don't think that's a good idea," Jean answered with a smile. But
I could see the wheels turning in her mind. After a moment she asked me,
"Kyle, do you get an allowance and if so, how much?"
	I told her my dad gave me enough to cover my school lunches plus a
little more for what he called, "Walking around money," but now that school
was out and I wasn't doing anything or going anywhere, he hadn't given me
anything; if I needed money for something I'd have to ask.
	She thought about that, and then asked me how long it had taken us
to clean and straighten the house. While it had been about an hour and a
half, I told her, "Oh, I guess it was around two hours working together."
	"Okay. How about this? For the meantime, until I can hire someone
else, why don't the two of you spend a little closer to three or four hours
making sure the place is spotless and I'll give you each twenty dollars a
day. It looks to me like you two did a great job today and I'm sure you'll
get better. Besides, that's less than I'd have to pay a maid. Why not let
you kids earn some money."
	I looked at Roni to see what she thought of the idea and the grin
on her face said all I needed to know. "Fine by me," I answered.
	"Roni?" her mom asked.
	"Yeah mom. That's a great idea. Only Jim is off tomorrow and I was
going to get him to drive me to the mall to start doing that shopping you
told me I should do and I was going to take Kyle with me. Some of the
stores are doing some sort of pre-Fourth-of-July sale and your idea to shop
now instead of when they have the back to school sales is really smart."
	Jeans eyes narrowed a little as she looked at Roni, knowing Roni
was stroking her, yet she smiled anyway. "Uh huh," she said, nodding. "I'm
so glad you've finally found one of my ideas you think is smart. I'll give
you my card but don't get carried away with it. And be sure to get some
things for Kyle too."
	"Oh we will! I'd already planned to." She said it so gleefully that
I was surprised her mom didn't get suspicious.
	"Well in that case, I'd suggest you two plan on starting on the
house early so that you can fit it all in your busy day."
	"Yes ma'am," Roni responded to her. "We'll get up early and start
just as soon as you leave."
	I was sure from the looked that Jean gave her that Roni had never
in her life been so enthusiastic about doing housework, but when Jean
didn't say anything else, I suppose Jean wrote it off to the fact that we
were going to be paid for it. From what Roni had told me so far, and the
car Jean had been driving before my dad replaced it, Jean and Roni hadn't
been living too high on the hog before Jean married my dad. I thought that
would be the end of it, but Roni had to push a little further.
	"I'm sure one of those maid uniforms would fit me," Roni told her
mom. I had to cringe, knowing what was coming next. "And maybe I can find
one that will fit Kayla."
	I'd been right and felt my ears burn. But I didn't look away. I
studied Jean's face to see what her reaction was to Roni's remark. She
smiled suspiciously at Roni and then turned to me with the same look.
	"Kyle. Have you worn any of the uniforms in the pantry?"
	I faked the biggest look of amazement at that suggestion that I
could produce and then told her honestly, "No ma'am! I've never touched any
of the uniforms in there."
	It was the truth. Roni had picked out one of the uniforms for me
and the one I'd worn was now hanging in my closet, hidden in a travel
bag. So everything about my answer was deceptive but totally honest. Jean
stared at me a moment, perhaps to see if I'd break, but then let it go.
	As you might expect, after I'd showered again for bed, Roni had me
sleep in one of her nighties that night, promising me we'd pick out a
couple for Kayla the next day at the mall. As you might imagine, I was on
the internet immediately, with the mouse in one hand and my cock in the
other.
       The following morning, as soon as her mom was out the door, Roni
barged into my room and insisted I put on the maid uniform so we could get
started. I didn't argue at all as I was looking forward to it. She didn't
make me wear makeup and I was actually disappointed at my image in the
mirror. Yet I couldn't bring myself to ask Roni to put makeup on
me. Besides, every time I asked what time Jim was supposed to pick us up,
she gave me some vague, non-specific answer. Finally I pleaded, "What if he
catches me dressed like this?"
	Roni stopped what she was doing, put her hands on her hips, and
replied, "So what if he does? We can tell him it's a joke and that since
I'm wearing a maid outfit and we don't have any butler clothes, we decided
to put a maid outfit on you too. I'd really like to see what he says. I
think he's really going to like you dressed like that and maybe even be
jealous."
	That reminded me of my unanswered question. "What makes you think
that he and . . . his friend . . ."
	"Randy."
	"He and his friend Randy have fooled around with each other?"
	"Long story," she responded. "When we're finished I'll tell you
about it."
	I'd thought I'd been moving along at a good clip but that was all
the incentive I needed to take it up a notch. At the same time, I tried to
do a good job, not wanting to get fired the first day on my new job - okay,
my pretend job. But I was already having fantasies of Jean and my dad going
along with the idea and letting me spend the summer cleaning the house
while dressed as a maid.
	That thought made me smile as I imagined what would happen when
school started back up and me and my buddies were talking about what we'd
done that summer. A couple of the guys had jobs of some sort. One guy threw
a newspaper route and another guy, Blake, worked in his dad's bicycle
shop. That made me think about my bike and that I needed a couple of new
tubes and tires if I was going to start riding it again. I might be able to
get Jim to take me by the bike shop but not if I was going to go out
dressed as Kayla as Roni had insinuated. I still wasn't sure if she'd been
teasing the day before or if she was really going to make me do that.
	"About later," I began when Roni came back by where I was dusting
the tables in the living room. "Are you really going to make me go shopping
dressed as Kayla?"
	"I'm not going to make you do anything. But how could you come in
the dressing room with me to try on clothes if you go looking like a boy?"
	Good point. She'd told me how much fun she had with Jennifer when
they went shopping - how they got turned on sexually in the dressing room
and then went to one of their houses to finish what they'd started. But
surely she wouldn't do that with me - and especially if Jim was around. I
couldn't see how this was going to work at all. I should have known Roni
had been thinking about it too and had it all figured out.
	My first clue was when she stopped me to put lipstick on me and
told me, "We'll get you looking nice before we go. I just want to put this
on you for now so you can surprise Jim."
	I couldn't ask anything while she was painting my lips and as soon
as she finished, she told me to "Hurry," and when I hesitated, added, "I'll
explain later." Then, just a couple of minutes later, the doorbell rang and
she hollered at me to answer the door; that it was Jim and I should
surprise him. Only I was the one that got surprised.
	By that time I'd mellowed to the idea of Jim seeing me dressed as
Kayla and I'll admit I was even looking forward to it. So to add to the
moment, I swung the door open quickly and not only was Jim there, but
another boy as well. There wasn't much I could do but tell them, in as
feminine a voice as possible, that Roni was in the kitchen and then I stood
to one side to let them pass by, hoping they might think I was really the
maid. I didn't fool either of them.
	Jim smiled, said, "Nice," and since he'd been there, had a good
idea where the kitchen was and headed in that direction. However his friend
took a couple of steps and paused in front of me. He smiled too, but in a
knowing way I'd never seen before. After looking me over several times, he
said softly, in a restrained but excited sort of way, "That is so cool that
you get to dress up like that." Then he rushed past me to catch up with
Jim.
	I wasn't sure what to do. Since they'd both seen me, it would have
been foolish to dash to my room to change. I wanted to follow them into the
kitchen so I'd know what they were planning, but Roni had said we weren't
going anywhere until I was done with the "maid work" and she had been very
emphatic about that. So I went back to what I'd been doing before the
doorbell rang and waited for Roni's next instruction. I didn't have to wait
long.
	"She's already on her knees waiting," Jim quipped as they walked up
behind me.
	What I was really doing was vacuuming under some of the furniture
and because of that I hadn't heard them walk in the room.
	"Jim looked at your dad's computer and you're safe," Roni said,
taking over the conversation. "Then I told him why you were worried and the
things you and your friend Chris liked to look at and . . . about your
secret email accounts."
	I'd have bet every dime I'd ever make that she didn't bother to
tell him that she'd come up with the `kaylacumslut' name. Both boys were
wearing baggy shorts, but not so baggy that I couldn't notice what I
thought was a sizeable bulge in the front of each of them. When I lowered
my eyes to that level, it was obvious to them where I was looking and Jim's
friend said, "She's checking you out dude."
	"He really likes it, huh?" Jim said to Roni.
	"Loves it," Roni answered. "She didn't even slow down when I walked
in the room and caught her blowing her friend Chris."
	Apparently the version of what had happened the previous day had
been changed in the telling to Jim so that Roni hadn't played any part in
instigating the whole thing. It sounded like she'd told him some story
about her catching me dressed as Kayla and sucking Chris's cock. I wanted
to protest that it hadn't happened that way, but two things stopped
me. First and foremost, Roni was giving me a meaningful look which I
understood to mean that I was to go along with anything she said. And
second, I was sure if I denied it, that they'd take Roni's word over mine
anyway.  That made any protest pointless. I wondered what else Roni might
have told them and wished now that I had gone in the kitchen. Jim's friend,
who turned out to be Randy, gave me my next hint.
	"So she's really gonna blow us both if we take y'all to the mall?"
	Roni was staring me in the eye, nodding slightly to let me know how
I should answer. They'd asked her, but it was perceptible to me that I was
to answer for her and answer in the affirmative. She definitely wanted me
to blow her boyfriend and her boyfriend's friend too. The idea both excited
and scared me, but in this instance, excitement lead scare by many lengths.
       I couldn't make myself speak. Instead, I looked from Jim to Randy
and back again, nodding my head and blushing. The thought that I'd soon
have the chance to suck two more cocks and taste two more loads of cum was
causing a bulge in my panties that would have been very visible had I not
been on my knees and wearing a dress. I wondered how noticeable it would be
if I stood or if I was supposed to stay where I was. The way the guys had
begun to rub the front of their shorts, I thought maybe Roni wanted me to
blow them right now, before we went. I was disappointed when I found out
I'd have to wait.
	"You guys go wait in the den," she told them. "And try to keep your
hands and mouths off each other while I get our little sissy ready to go."
Jim started to protest her remark but Roni cut him off when she saw his jaw
move. "Go!" she told him, pointing to the back of the house. When they
marched off, she pulled me to my feet. "Good girl," she said, smiling at
me. "We're gonna have a lot of fun."
	"You and me," I asked, not sure what she had in mind at that point,
"or with them?"
	She grinned at me as we entered her bedroom. "Mmm, how about both?"
	Both sounded good to me. Real good! Super good! Awesome good! I
didn't know what Roni had planned for her and me, but I knew what I
intended to do with those two hard cocks waiting down in the den. My mouth
was already watering at the thought. `Kayla cum slut' was about to start
living up to her name.

The next chapter will be called "At the Mall" and will be in, "Transgender,
Teen." Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com