Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2014 00:41:35 -0400
From: EricAunleashed@aol.com
Subject: EricA Unleashed - part 3 (TG - teen)

TG ARCHIVES;'Erica Unleashed #3'{EricA}( F^B teen1 tg )[3!3]

"Erica Unleashed"


-- About the story:

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slow, bibl

Part three continues with his transformation from good boy to bad girl and
will end just before Erica starts school.

I planned to do this three-part series then see if anyone was interested in
 a sequel, following Erica into high school and beyond. The feedback has
been  positive and encouraging, so if you like this, keep your eyes open for
more  stories with "Erica" in the title. If anyone out there is interested in
 collaborating and maybe telling part of the story from Donna's viewpoint,
(or  from anyone's viewpoint) please let me know. I think it would be great
fun to  collaborate.


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EricA Unleashed, Part 3:

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Excitement was coming at me from both directions: Because of everything
that happened to me earlier in the day, and in anticipation of what was yet to
 come.

"Are you sure I'm ready for this?" I felt pretty confident, but there was
always that opening night jitters thing. Donna assured me she wouldn't be
taking  me out clubbing if I wasn't ready. "Do you think my breasts.. I
dunno.. need  more glue?"

She responded that I couldn't get them off with a pry bar if I tried. Donna
 was the perfect mother for me.

"Will we be dancing with boys... or just with each other?"

"We'll start with boys just to get warmed up, then you and I can dance
together and drive them all insane with lust. Would you like that?"

"Definitely."

*******

It was Friday evening and a fairly large crowd had already gathered. Part
of me thought fewer people would make me less nervous. The other part of me
wished the crowd was bigger, so I could get more attention. The average age
 seemed to be right around 21 ... a few younger, and plenty a bit older.
Donna  got a green stamp on her wrist, I got a red one. She explained that was
to  indicate who they could and couldn't serve alcohol to. That was okay
with me, I  could get all the alcohol I wanted someplace else. I didn't need
alcohol to  tease boys.

It looked like a mix of students and people who worked for a living. There
were even some guys there from some military base not too far away. I guess
they  figured their chances were better there than in a military town where
there were  too many guys and not enough girls, and that prompted me to
think it would be a  great place for me to practice my new hobby.

"Oh my god, Donna, look at all the cute boys." There were plenty of girls,
too, most of them in their "hoochy-mama" outfits, but most of them would
fail  miserably when it came to competing with Donna and me for attention.

"Guys in places like this are like wolves .... or so they think. They don't
 understand that to girls like us, they're the prey." I smiled and nodded
as she  reminded me I wasn't a typical boy-crazy teenage girl. We're the
predators. We  get what we want. "What do you want, Erica?"

"I want to tease boys. Tease 'em and leave 'em wantin' more," I smiled. "I
want them to ache for me. For us."

As soon as we sat down, we were deluged with requests to dance. Donna was
an expert at fending them off. Despite all the changes that had taken place
over  the previous weeks, I was seeing her in a brand-new light - a married
woman out  partying, dancing and flirting with other guys. Oh well, what a
husband doesn't  know won't hurt him, right? Donna is a pretty girl, and if
this is what she  wants, then this is what she should have. Fuck that old
man. His only value is  making money for girls like Donna (and me) to spend.

******

"Oh my god, I see somebody I know... sort of." It was Ron Richards and his
older brother, who I didn't know. Ron Richards, 15, his father was
principal at  North Central High, where Eric was supposed to start in a few weeks.
We attended  the same middle school, but different grades of course. Wow,
what were they  doing there? Probably the same thing we were -- partying
someplace far from home  hoping to not run into anyone they know. Well, I knew who
he was, but he didn't  know who I was.

"Who will be starting high school next year? Eric, or Erica?" We had
touched on the subject in earlier conversations, but no definite plans had yet
been made. Now it was all happening so quickly.

"You're the pretty girl, you tell me."

"I don't ever want to be Eric again. Ever. I wanna stay like this. Can I?
Can I please be Erica for the rest of my life? Please?" Summer break would
be  over soon, and there was so much to do before school started. I had plans
to  make, and when I saw Ron, a plan started to form.

She held up her glass to mine to toast our mantra. "To pretty girls, and
getting whatever they want."

"Whatever WE want."

*******

I knew I couldn't attend North Central next year as Erica Somerville. Even
the slowest kid in school would know something was up there. A third of the
 student body would have known Eric from Middle School. Then they're
supposed to  believe Eric simply fell off the face of the earth and suddenly here
was his  sister Erica nobody ever knew existed until now? No way could I go
to North  Central.

There was a plan forming in my mind, and Ron Richards had a role to play.

One of the nicest things I discovered about being female was having
feminine wiles. Poor Eric could never manage to play a trick on anyone, but I  was
dancing with a guy I had just met and had him totally smitten in no  time.

"I think I need to get away from the noise for a little while. I'm a little
 scared to go outside alone though."

I might as well have attached collar and leash and dragged him along behind
 me. A minute later, we were in Donna's car, making out. Going at it like
rabbits  in heat or something. If Ron's picture had been in that bunch I
rated, I would  have been vacillating between 7 and 8. He was getting to make
out with a solid  10. Periodically I would "accidentally" brush my hand over
his penis to make  sure it was still hard for me. As if I needed that
reassurance.

Occasionally, I'd come up for air and "just talk" for a little while, then
the making out would begin again. During one of our conversations, he
revealed  something he didn't think I already knew - his father was a high school
 principal.

"Really? No way! Oh god, just wait till I tell you my biggest fantasy."
Well, he couldn't wait, so I told him. I wanted to do it with someone in the
principal's office. On the principal's desk. Then I let that simmer in the
horny  boy's brain as I suggested we'd been outside too long and I didn't
want to leave  Donna in there all alone. I'm pretty sure he began planning
right away how he  could get the keys to the school from his dad, turn off the
alarms, and take me  there to fulfil my fantasy. We were equally desperate
for the other, but for  entirely different reasons. He made sure we exchanged
phone numbers before we  went back inside.

Meeting Ron was a huge stroke of luck, and I felt our job there was
finished ... except for the grand finale. When we got back inside a new song was
just starting and I saw Donna headed for the dance floor with some arrogant
prick who thought he was God's gift to women. God, was I horny for her,
hornier  than he ever could be. After all, I'd been in love with her for years.

"I'm cutting in, bitch," I announced, and the asshole probably thought I
was talking to Donna and wanted to dance with him. God, the look on his face
when he turned to hold me and I sidestepped him - bumping against him with
my  hip to push him away a little, then grabbing my sexy mom. We were all
over each  other from the start. We bumped and ground against each other. We
caressed and  slid virtually every inch of one body over virtually ever inch
of the other. We  teased each other with kisses that almost happened then
pulled away at the last  moment. Just like we practiced. I could hear a
collective groan come over the  whole place each time it happened. Sure, there
were a few others dancing, but  Donna and I were the center of attention. A few
days earlier, Erica Somerville  didn't even exist. Now she was one of the
hottest cockteasing bitches around.  And, she was only 13.

As the song slowly came to an end and we were sliding our bodies against
each other, I whispered, "Is it true pretty girls get whatever they want?"

"Of course."

"I want you to take me home and fuck my brains out."

"I thought you'd never ask."

********

"You would never have done this with Eric, would you?"

It was the next morning. I'd slept late, exhausted from a day of
cockteasing, an evening of cockteasing and dancing, and a night of sexual bliss  with
the sexiest woman in the world. We were lying in bed cuddling, as I
entertained fantasies of this being my bed now - mine and Donna's.

"With Eric? Not in a million years" she responded.

I kissed her again. "I love you so much it hurts." I wasn't sure what that
meant, but it sounded sufficiently romantic.

"I love you too, baby girl. But I don't like to see you hurting. You should
 love me so much you're giddy with excitement."

"That too. I guess .... I guess the hurting part is not knowing what's
gonna happen."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what's gonna happen when school starts. When Dad... I mean... when
 Jake gets home?"

She laughed, probably not meaning to sound like it was a stupid question. I
 forgave her immediately without being asked. "You seriously don't know?
How many  times did I tell you pretty girls get everything we want? If you
want to be  Erica for the rest of eternity, then that's what you'll be. We'll
take it as far  as you want. You're already on hormones, I can tell you're
filling out quite  nicely already. Surgery? We probably won't even need to do
what a lot of people  do to transition, restructuring the face and so forth.
You started out looking  pretty to begin with, and the female hormones will
stop the male hormones from  ravaging your beautiful body. I mean, isn't
that fitting, the girl hormones beat  the boy hormones?"

I giggled. I loved my new Mom so much, and she always knew the perfect
things to say. I knew Jake wouldn't be a problem.

*****

That night I was chatting with Ron on the phone. He didn't say it, but I
knew he was desperate to be my boyfriend. I didn't say it, but I knew I could
do  better. Still, I decided to string him along as my plan continued to
evolve.

"Maybe my mom can drive us there." I was talking about the school where his
 father was principal. Ron wanted me badly, I knew. Badly enough to find
out the  code to the security system and "borrow" his father's keys to the
school.  Neither one of us, however, were old enough to drive. He didn't even
know where  I lived.
Ron had seen Donna and me dancing together at the club, so I had to
explain she was my stepmom, not my real mother. That would have made our
incestuous lesbian mating dance too weird. He was okay with it. He was a horny
teenage boy, he would have been okay with anything I said, but I didn't want to
push him too much.

Donna winked and nodded her assent to driving me to the school some evening
 so we could sneak into the office. She was aware of my plans, but there
were  still details to work out. All I knew was getting into the school office
could  give me access to files, both paper and computer. That's where I
could change  all my school records and make transferring into a new school as
"Erica" a lot  easier. The problem was in not knowing how to access the
computer. Ron might me  horny for me, but not horny enough to not get suspicious
of my motives if I  asked him for computer passwords.

It was fun stringing the boy along, letting him think I liked him, but I
was becoming increasingly frustrated by my inability to perfect my plan.

My beautiful (and equally devious) Mom came to the rescue as usual. "Give
me a couple of days and let me see if I can get the passwords for you."

"You can do that? How... " then I laughed. Of course she could do that,
otherwise she wouldn't have offered to try. "I'm sorry Mommy, remember I'm
just  a stupid kid."

"No darling, you're my kid, and therefore, beautiful and intelligent ...
just like your Mother."

"Mmmmmm, just like my mother..." and I don't remember much after that -
just a lot of kissing and fondling and totally forgetting I told Ron I'd call
him back before bed. Bedtime that night for us was earlier than we'd
originally  planned. I knew Ron wouldn't hold it against me. That would risk
losing me, and  that was something he couldn't stand to happen.

Too bad for him, I wasn't going to be "his" regardless.

Next day I was left home to watch dance videos and practice my moves while
Donna went to the North Central High School office. She was there on the
pretense of checking to ensure they had received everything needed for her
stepson Eric to start 9th grade in the Fall. A couple of hours later she
returned to give me a kiss and slip a piece of paper into my cleavage.

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"Oh my god. You're.. you're so... perfect! How did you....?"

She just smiled. I knew someday she would tell me, but that was probably in
 the advanced course. I was still a baby. "You better call your little
boyfriend  and set up a date. We've got a lot of work to do before school
starts."

*******

"Is it okay if my mom comes inside with us? She's concerned about me being
alone, like, you know, some guys get a little too rough...."

He assured me he would be a perfect gentleman and respect all my wishes. I
knew that's what they all say. The "I'll still respect you in the morning"
thing. Finally, I giggled shyly and whispered "I think the real reason is
she  might wanna join in." If poor Ron was ever destined to have a stroke or
heart  attack, that was the most likely moment.

"Well, you saw us dancing, are you surprised?" I explained my stepmother
and I didn't actually have sex with one another, but we did kiss and cuddle a
 lot. "And I know she likes younger guys... like you. I think that's half
the  reason she's glad I'm around, so she can meet teenage guys."

Poor thing didn't stand a chance.

***

A rather complex plan was in place, only part of which we let Ron know
about. We would arrive at Ron's house a few minutes ahead of time so Donna
could  meet his parents. "Mom" was going to look like the most conservative
woman  alive, someone who wouldn't let her "15" year old daughter date a new boy
 without a chaperone along. Our "date" would consist of a movie
(age-appropriate  of course) and perhaps pizza afterward. I would look totally innocent
in subdued  makeup, my Disney princess T-shirt (wearing a bra of course)
and matching  sneakers. I was totally charming, of course, and by the time we
departed for our  date, his parents had probably decided I was the girl they
wanted their son to  marry.

In addition to the keys and security code, Ron also got his hands on a
faculty parking permit to hang from the rearview mirror. That way anyone coming
 onto the campus (the cops patrolled the area quite heavily) would assume
it was  a summer school teacher working late, or perhaps a teacher getting
her classroom  ready for the upcoming school year. In fact, when we arrived,
Donna flagged down  a cop who was patrolling through the parking lot and told
him she (and her  daughter and daughter's boyfriend) were going to be
organizing and decorating  her classroom and would he mind keeping an eye on the
car, as there didn't  appear to be anyone else there. He'd be happy to, of
course.

"I really love role play. School scenes are my favorite." She didn't need
to say it, but I'm sure if Ron was having any doubts about what he was
doing,  they were all quashed with that statement. He punched in the code, let us
in,  then locked the door behind us and activated the alarm again. There
was a  separate alarm to the administration offices. His dad's office had
windows that  faced the outside, so we decided to use one of the other offices
to "play" in...  one with no windows.

"Trust is important in games like this" Donna explained, "so I'll let you
tie me up first, because we wouldn't be here if we didn't trust you, Ron."
With  that, how could he then not trust us when it was his turn to be tied
up? It was  something Donna and I already worked out. His head had to be
swimming with  possibilities, a hot woman like Donna tied up and at his mercy. Of
course she  knew I wouldn't let Ron do anything she didn't want done.

Conservatively-dressed Donna donned a set of ugly glasses and sat at the
desk, pretending to do paperwork. I took Ron by the hand, led him out the
door,  then back in to signal the start of the game. I closed the door and took
out a  toy pistol from my purse. "Make one sound, Mrs. Somerville, and
you're dead."  Donna genuinely looked afraid. What an actress! "Now, pick up the
phone and tell  your secretary you're not to be disturbed." She made the
pretend phone call.  "Okay, stand up. Ron, take off all her clothes." By the
time he had her naked,  poor Ron was an emotional wreck. He was probably a
virgin, but even if he  wasn't, I'm sure he never saw anyone as hot as Donna
in the flesh. Then I pulled  a set of toy handcuffs out of my purse and
tossed them to him. He didn't know  it, but they could be pulled apart with a
little effort, for the sake of safety.

"Wow, Mrs. Somerville, you've been hiding a nice body under all those
grandma outfits. I'll bet if you dressed sexier the boys might pay better
attention. What do you think, Ron? Cuff the bitch's hands behind her back, then
we're going to have a little chat about our grades."

Donna played her part perfectly, crying "please" and whimpering "if you
give me the gun now I'll make sure you don't get into too much trouble."

"Shut up, bitch." I slapped her, a little harder than I intended. For a
moment I was terrified I'd overdone it, but she just winked and flashed me a
quick smile, then went back into character. I directed Ron what to do with
our  principal, Mrs. Somerville, while I got one concession after another
from her  regarding grades and special privileges on campus. I had him rub his
hand over  her pussy as he jerked on her hair. I had him pinching her
nipples. I had him  rubbing his crotch (he was still fully dressed) against her
ass, telling her I  was going to let him "rape your ass" before I was done.

Then it happened. He got so into it he lost control and came in his pants.
It wasn't part of the plan, but it still worked perfectly for us.

"So, you enjoyed that, huh? Well, you better take those off while I uncuff
Donna and we'll decide what to play next."

"Here, let me take those." Donna grabbed his jeans and underwear and took
them into the restroom while Ron and I talked about our next role play
scene. I  knew from being a boy at one time that once a boy cums, he's a little
harder to  control with the promise of sex for a while. Still, he was with me
and Donna, so  I knew it wouldn't take him long to be in the mood again.

"Okay, since your pants are off, you sit down and play the principal and
I'll be a student, and Donna will be my mom who catches us together..." I
pushed  him down into the chair and straddled his lap and began grinding
against him  while we kissed.

"Please, can't you get naked too?" he whispered, not yet in character.

"No, no way baby... if I do that there's no way we can resist fucking.
Donna doesn't want me fucking boys until I'm a lot older. She might let you
fuck  her, though."

A minute later Ron was helplessly panting for me and I gave Donna her cue
to enter. The principal had to be punished for taking advantage of a
schoolgirl,  and in no time Ron was tied up and bent across the desk. We didn't use
toy  cuffs. Once he was tied, he was completely helpless. Then we simply
left him  there while we accessed the records for all the incoming students.

***

It was easy enough to add an "a" to the end of Eric's name on the paper
documents, and even easier in the computer. Then we only had to change every
"m"  to "f" in the sex field, and voila! The icing on the cake came when
Donna looked  over the records of a few more students and found some choice gems
as examples  to add to the comments section. She typed in that because of
some phobia I had,  special accommodations had to be made so I got to shower
and dress in private  after sports activities.

In a few days Donna would simply call the school, announce that we were
moving to another district, and Erica's records would be forwarded to them. No
 one at North Central would miss Eric, and no one at my new school would
suspect  I was anything other than the hottest girl on campus.

Poor Ron was heartbroken when we returned to the office and informed him
that during our mother/daughter chat, I decided I just wasn't that into him.
Donna had to rub a little salt into the wound by reminding him he was
nowhere  near attractive enough for her daughter. When he started to get upset
with us  (pretty stupid, considering he was still tied up) she grabbed his
balls and  threatened to crush them. That shut him up nicely. Then they had a
nice long  chat about ruining his life.

"Granted, we can all get in trouble for breaking into the school ... but
then again, we didn't exactly break in, did we? You invited us. How were we
supposed to know daddy didn't give you the keys?" Then it got worse -- for
him.  She showed him the little plastic baggie containing the semen she got
from his  underwear. "Any trouble out of you, and my little Disney princess
screams rape.  And this isn't the only proof we'll have." With that, I
whipped out another  baggie and got some "scrapings" of his skin. "The police will
also want to check  her nails to see if she tried defending herself."

That was my cue. I dug my fingernails into his chest.

"And if mommy and daddy wonder why you're not seeing that nice little Erica
 any more, tell them she caught you with another girl." No sense in making
me the  bad guy, right?

We made him walk home.

***********

Doing what we did to Ron was my most incredible adventure to date, and I
couldn't wait to experience more. I had already decided I didn't want to go
camping near the Boy Scouts after all. Not this year. Maybe next, after a
year  of hormones and maybe less prosthesis.

Donna tried to warn me there would be highs and lows. Not only was my body
having to adjust to the hormones, but I was also human, and had to deal
with  very human problems. The sort all humans have to deal with. I told her I
understood, but I didn't.

Fifteen minutes after we sent Ron off into the night, Donna and I were
sitting at a booth ordering our pizza. There were the usual admiring glances,
though not the lustful stares we would be getting if we were dressed to
tease.

It was one of those pizza parlors with a little alcove to house a couple of
 video game machines. I was still on an emotional high from the experience
with  Ron and wasn't ready to sit still for fifteen minutes waiting for our
order,  even with Donna sitting across the table from me. I thought I might
excuse  myself to see if there were any cute boys playing games. I soon
wished I would  have stayed with Donna.

"You know what they say, you can sleep with a blonde and you can sleep with
 a brunette, but you won't get much sleep with a redhead." I somehow walked
 unseen past a group of guys who were cutting up in the booth closest to
the  video games. Not boys. Guys in their twenties and thirties, but acting
like  boys. The other three were trying to grab something from the fourth when
I  walked by unnoticed. Now I was around a corner, unseen but able to hear
everything being said. Nobody was there playing any of the games. I was
pretty  sure they were talking about Donna and me. The consensus was they all
wanted to  fuck Donna.

"Oh hell yeah, and the younger one ain't too shabby either."

"Nah, too chubby for my tastes."

It was like a kick in the gut. My fat unattractive gut.

"Baby fat. When it melts off she'll probably be as hot as the other  one."

And there I was, ordering pizza when I should have been sticking to a
healthier diet.

"That's what they said about Rosie O'Donnell." They all laughed.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to lash out. They were
laughing at me.

The quartet went on to make a few more jokes about "fat chicks" until the
point I didn't care if they knew I was there or not. When I stepped around
the  corner the two who saw me first clammed up tight. The other two looked
around to  see what their buddies were looking at, and they too shut up. They
all looked  very guilty, and any doubts I had about who they were talking
about  disappeared.

During "training" I'd practiced all sorts of different looks. The dejected
expression wasn't one of them -- it just came naturally.

"Hi, how ya doin'?" one of them said as I slowly walked past. As if that
would somehow make it see the past couple of minutes never happened. I didn't
 answer him.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Donna couldn't hear the guys, had no idea it had
anything to do with them, but she knew something was wrong.

"I don't feel well. Can we go home now, please?" Thank goodness she didn't
respond with, "Whatever pretty girls want". I didn't feel very pretty at
the  moment and who knows how I might have responded. I thought playing it off
as a  physical illness might result in fewer questions. "I might be
contagious, maybe  I should sleep in my own bed tonight."

I managed to refrain from crying until I was alone in my room. I tried
ripping off my prosthetic breasts but it took a special solvent to break the
bond of the glue, and that was in Donna's room. Fuck it. I curled up in bed
and  cried myself to sleep.

***

Donna played along with the sick routine, understanding all the changes and
 emotions I was dealing with. My prosthetic breasts had to be removed and
left  off for a while periodically so my real skin could be cleaned and
dried. She  even gave me unlimited access to the computer and television, even
though I  didn't feel like taking advantage of either.

It was virtually impossible to find anything to talk about not related to
my transformation, but Donna managed to refrain from focusing too much on
what  was bothering me. We talked about moving to a new house in a new
neighborhood,  in a completely different part of town. Where nobody knew Eric or
Erica. I  already knew that I needed to attend a different school, so that was
a given. We  looked at houses online and decided on several of them we
wanted to look at  "when you're feeling better." It's not like we were filthy
rich, but we could  afford to get one house while still trying to sell the old
one.

"Donna, what's going to happen when .... when Jake gets home?" It felt
strange not calling him Dad, but then everything felt strange to me. "I mean
...  will you ... where will he sleep?"

"Hopefully not with me," she responded. "But we still have a lot of things
to figure out, don't we?" Understatement of the year. "When I first met
you, I  felt so sorry for you. Such a bright sensitive young man, with a father
like  Jake, I knew trying to live up to his expectations would destroy
you." This  seemed like a good time to snuggle up against her. "I certainly
didn't love him,  but he had money, and he had you."

"You married him .... because of me?"

"I'd be lying if I said the money didn't have something to do with it.
After all, I am an avaricious bitch. But yes, because of you also. I couldn't
bear the thought of someone like him destroying something as beautiful as
you."

"You ... you were planning to ... to turn me into a girl... all  along?"

"I'm not turning you into anything, darling. I'm merely helping you
discover who you really are. But to answer your question, I originally planned  to
wait another year to do this, but when Jake got that job in Africa .... it
was too good an opportunity to pass up. Besides, it works better this way.
You  know, a fresh start in a new school."

"Can we go look at houses this morning?"

"I don't know. Can we?"

I smiled, knowing what she was getting at. Pretty girls can do anything
they want, and I was ready to be a pretty girl now. "Of course we can. I might
 need a little time to get ready."

"Do you want me to come up wit..."

"No, it's okay, I can do it myself."

"I love you, Erica."

"I love you too ... Mom."

Damned hormones. My inability to control my emotions had just cost me two
days of being a hot girl. I wasn't about to let that happen again.

***

The breast forms didn't need to be glued in place, and if they stayed glued
 on too much it wasn't healthy for the skin on my real breasts. A decent
bra  would hold them in place just fine, and it wasn't like I was going for
the  braless look at the time. By now I was more girl than boy in my thinking,
my  posture, my walk, all my mannerisms. Earlier in the transformation I
thought I  needed hot outfits to shout, "I'm a girl" - but now I knew everyone
would know I  was a girl even in baggy jeans and a sweatshirt.

Not that I was wearing baggy jeans and sweatshirts in July, I'm just
sayin'.

Form-fitting jeans were the order of the day, since I had a nice form to
fit. I chose some girly sneakers with sparkling decorations - not because I
needed to cover up the fact I had male parts, but because they were cute. A
T-shirt would compete the ensemble. Nothing with buttons to tempt anyone to
try  to take a peek at my cleavage.

I chuckled as I went through my collection to find one appropriate for
house hunting:

"Girls rule, boys drool"
"I [heart] to make boys cry"
"Don't you wish  your girlfriend was hot like me?"

Was I really planning to wear those to school? Yes, eventually. I wasn't
quite so sure about the one that read, "Who needs to study when you have
these?"  That was probably a dress code violation. "I'm not A bitch -- I'm THE
bitch". I  was pretty sure that one wouldn't fly, either.

I had to dig a little deeper to find the good girl T-shirts. A couple from
some nearby universities. One from Jake's favorite NFL team. I got that one
just  to taunt him. Then I found it. Dark blue with WWJD splayed across the
chest in  gold. It reminded me of the boy at the mall, and I could wear it
when I wanted  to be a good girl, and I could wear it when I wanted to be a
bad girl. Let them  draw their own conclusions.

I put on a little makeup, nothing inappropriate for an almost-14, and
checked myself out in a full length mirror. Fat? No fucking way. Those assholes.
 I'd love to track them and crush their nuts in a vice. I was hot and I
knew it.  Except for the hair, maybe. The effect of the highlights made it look
awesome,  but overall it was still way too dark for me. I mean, I didn't
want to be a  platinum blond or anything, but it definitely needed to be
lighter.

Donna smiled approvingly when she saw me descending the stairs. "Mom, can
we work on my hair after we finish looking at houses?"

"Whatever pretty girls want."

"Well, I wanna be prettier. I want my hair lighter and .... " the thought
just popped into my head and I knew I should think before blurting it out
but I  didn't. "I want bigger boobs."

"Honey, the hormones are working wonderfully. I'll bet by the time you're
18..."

"No, I mean now. Before I start 9th grade. A real boob job, not something I
 have to glue on and worry about somebody seeing." Donna remained silent.
"Whatever pretty girls want?"

"We'll see."

I knew there would be a lecture later that night. Oh well - the life of a
teen, I suppose. I still wouldn't trade Donna for anything - even real
boobs.

*****

The house was a little smaller than our current one, but it was better in
so many ways. It only had three bedrooms instead of four, but what did we
need  with four bedrooms anyway. I figured Donna and I could sleep in the main
 bedroom, I'd have a bedroom that shouted "a boy-crazy teenage girl lives
here"  complete with pink pastels and posters of the hot poster boy of the
moment  plastered to the walls, just in case anyone toured the house. Jake
could sleep  in the guest room unless we had visitors who needed to think we
were a normal  family.

The back yard was huge with a high fence all around. The houses in this
neighborhood were all one story, so we would be less likely to have someone
looking in our back yard all the time. There was a pool (yay!) and a large
patio  with a basketball goal set up at one end.

I don't know anything about buying houses, but I suspect what Donna got
accomplished in one week would take anyone else two or three weeks. We spent
most of that week packing and throwing out what we didn't want to take. It
actually felt like a little ceremony when we threw out everything of Eric's
that  Erica would never need. A lot of Jake's stuff got thrown out, too.
Most of the  rest was boxed up to be put in storage. He would never be head of
the household  again - not in Donna's house. We'd take a few things to our
new house by car,  but the movers would have to do most of the work.
Naturally.

Just before "our" first trip to our new house (Donna had been over many
times, but always insisted I stay home) she handed me a package. "A
housewarming  gift, but I wanted you to have it now, before the move." She knew I
would  probably feel guilty for not getting her anything and she shut me up
before I  had the chance. After all, it's not like I had money or the
opportunity to go  shopping. "These are as much for me as they are for you, anyway."

New prosthetic breasts. C-cups. And bras to fit. I was so moved I didn't
know what to say.

"It wasn't easy finding a competent surgeon unscrupulous enough to do the
job on a 14 year old boy, but blackmail can work wonders."

"A ... surgeon? You mean...."

"Ten days from now. Your 14th birthday. Happy birthday, sweetheart."

***

Like Donna had said, living as a hot cockteasing bitch 24/7 might sound
like fun, but I'd be burned out by the time I was 15 if I didn't learn to
relax  and just live life as a normal girl occasionally. I knew she was right,
but  still I couldn't wait to tease some more boys. The move provided the
perfect  opportunity.

As we were moving in, various neighbors would come over to introduce
themselves .. usually the women, some of whom brought casseroles. I did notice
that the more I ventured out the front door to try out my new size C breasts,
 the more boys would appear.

The first guy to rush over to meet us was named Paul. He lived next door,
had just graduated high school, and was starting at the local university.
He'd  be living with his parents while going to college. He tried to be nice
and tell  me all about the new school I'd be going to. What extracurricular
activities  were available, which teachers were good and all that. I thought
he might make  interesting boyfriend material, but it was obvious he was
just being nice to me  to get to Donna. All he really wanted to do was stare at
my Mom and drool. I  knew she was prettier than me, but I didn't need that.

Austin and Sean lived directly across the street. Austin was going into the
 10th grade, Sean into the 8th. They couldn't look any more average if they
 tried. Perfect teasing material for me.

Our other next-door neighbors I hadn't seen, though the woman had been over
 to introduce herself to Donna when I wasn't there, and to invite her to
church.  Her husband was a minister, and they had three small children. That
part I knew.  I'd heard them playing in their back yard but wasn't feeling
voyeuristic enough  to try to find a hole to peek through. On separate
occasions I'd heard the names  Susie, Cassie, and Billy. And William. I suspected
that was what mom called  Billy when she wanted to make a point.

Three days after moving in to our new house, Donna gave me an assignment.
It wasn't really an assignment as much as permitting me to do something I
was  dying to do. I was to dress in sexy tight shorts and heels and wear one
of my  naughty T-shirts (braless) when I went across the street to return a
casserole  pan. Of course I was to do it when the parents weren't home. Even
though I was  perfectly capable of doing it myself, Donna insisted on
helping me with my hair  and makeup. I think she missed doing that. My nails were
polished in multiple  colors, fitting for my teenage girl image of the
moment, and they were copiously  decorated with nail art. Hearts and stars and
rainbows.

I wore dangly earrings and a necklace with a cross on the end that hung
down low enough my bouncing breasts would make it look like so much debris
being  tossed around in a storm at sea.

The T-shirt read, "I have the pussy so I make the rules".

***

"So, you're Austin, and you're Sean, right?" I didn't wait to be invited
in. I knew the little one would just stand there gawking at me, so why wait.
I  found the kitchen easily enough and put the casserole dish on a counter.
Soon  both boys were in the kitchen with me. I got their names crossed on
purpose,  just to let them know they weren't really that important to me.
"Well, okay,  whatever. I just wanted to let you know my birthday's in a week.
You know, in  case you wanna buy me something. You don't have to."

They were helpless. As soon as they tried to talk they were committed to
getting me something for my birthday. They both assured me they wanted to.
Austin, the older one, even had the presence of mind to ask what I wanted.
"You're not supposed to ask a girl that. You're supposed to impress her with
your imagination. Well, gotta go, see ya around."

On the way back to my house, the neighbor's automatic garage door opened. I
 really didn't want anyone else seeing me like this. Well, I wanted the
whole  world seeing me like this, except for some of the neighbors. Dashing
back inside  would look like I was afraid, like I had something to hide. So, I
tried to keep  my cool and continue my journey home. Then I saw it.
Unbelievable. Backing out  of my next door neighbor's garage was a vehicle I'd seen
before. I could tell by  the parking sticker on the back window. It was the
same minivan from the  convenience store. My little admirer. The woman of
his dreams - me - was his new  next door neighbor!

As I followed my jiggling breasts up my own driveway to my front door, I
could feel the eyes on me again. No doubt both boys across the street were
watching, but the occupants of the van were much closer, affording them a
much  better view. I looked over and waved. Isn't that what friendly neighbors
do?

The dad was driving. I was happy to see from the look he was giving me that
 everything seemed to be functioning normally. Mom was glaring at me. The
little  girls must have been totally disinterested. And all the way in the
back seat, an  astonished little William had his nose pressed against the
window. Apparently,  his prayers just came true.

This was going to be so much fun.

***

Donna didn't go into any details about how she got a surgeon to do my
breast job. She did point out she didn't look for a doctor who could be easily
blackmailed and force him to do the surgery. Instead, she found the best
surgeon  she could then somehow blackmailed him. Naturally, I was a little
apprehensive,  I'd never had surgery before, but my trust in Donna and her
decision making  ability was complete.

My recovery from the surgery was speedy, thanks to the "excellent shape" I
was in from all the exercises Donna had me doing all summer. Donna told the
 neighbors I had pneumonia. It was funny when I could hear Mrs. Heath
(Billy's  mom) in the living room telling Donna they would be praying for me. I
was sure  Amanda (Mrs. Heath) would also be praying I stopped being such a
naughty little  tease. I wondered if her husband would do the same.

Austin and Sean weren't allowed to see me, but they brought birthday
presents. One got me a big gift basket from Bath and Body Works, the other some
earrings and a matching necklace. Not bad for two minutes work.

The gift I was most happy to receive though, was a little bouquet of
handpicked flowers from a little 10 year old who whispered to Donna to please
not let his mother know.


***


The end.

(for now)

At this time I'm planning to continue the adventures of Erica and Donna as
Erica starts high school and hones her skills. And don't forget, the girls
will  still need to deal with Jake when he gets home. Don't look for it in
the next  few days, though. My schedule is starting to get really busy.