Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2017 16:53:40 +0000
From: k darling <keldarling111@gmail.com>
Subject: Kylie and Chrissy - Part 2

This is part 2 of the already archived story 'Kylie and Chrissy'

Transgender / High school

Author: Kdarling (keldarling111@gmail.com)
Date: 02.01.2017


(This is the second part of the story Kylie and Chrissy. I would like to
start the New Year by relaunching this story, so please send me your
thoughts and feedback to keldarling111@gmail.com)

PART 2 -- NEW BEGINNINGS

"So is that it now, are you gay?"

The silence and tension in the room was interrupted, as the bass from the
party below continued to pulse through the walls of the house.

"I don't see how it's any of your fucking business -- we haven't spoken for
months!"

"I...." Kyle struggled to articulate the confusion, anger and jealousy that
was spinning around in his head mixed with copious amounts of alcohol. "I'm
sorry" was all he could muster at that moment.

"For what? Not speaking to me? For cutting all ties with your so called
best friend? Or for what we did? For kissing me? For getting dressed up in
my sister's clothes and acting like a little sissy bitch?" Chris Deaton was
angry at his former best friend, and he placed particular emphasis and
stress on each of those last three words. It was an outpouring of months of
frustration and resentment.

"And now you have the... the fucking nerve to question me about my life?
You're not my friend anymore, or did I just make that up?"

Kyle was shocked and silenced. He couldn't help but concede that Chris was
right, he had completely shut him out since that moment. That moment that
he couldn't accept or deal with, but also couldn't forget. That moment that
right now had caused him to feel such raw heartache and jealousy.

Both boys sat on the edge of the bed in silence.

"I don't know what I am" Chris finally spoke, his anger subsiding slightly.

"What?" Kyle looked up and met the other boy's eyes for the first time.

"I don't know if I'm gay" Chris responded. "And I don't actually care. I'm
just trying new things and it feels right".

There was no response, so Chris continued to try to find the right words.
"He isn't my boyfriend or anything... I didn't actually know he would be here
tonight, we've just hung out a few times and done... stuff"

"Stuff?"

"Again, why should I be explaining this to you?" Chris glared at his former
best friend. "Why do you even care?"

"Of course I care! Because of what we did, how do you think this makes me
feel?" Kyle's jealousy had again turned to resentment.

"Oh it's always about you isn't it? What are you afraid of? That this now
makes what you did even `gayer'?" Chris questioned, using his hands to
signal inverted commas as he said the last word.

"Well, yeh. Sort of. Yes. This takes it from just a one off, fucked up,
weird thing that we drunkenly did to almost having sex with a gay guy"

"Does it really? How inconvenient for you. Because I've sucked another
guy's dick makes you feel bad all of a sudden?" Chris replied sarcastically.

"You what? You've sucked his dick?" The feeling of jealousy once again
overwhelmed him, and he couldn't explain why.

"Yes, and he's not the first since you got all hot and bothered in those
panties and then fucked off"

"Fuck you" Kyle spat.

"You're jealous aren't you? Don't you have a girlfriend now anyway?"

"I've had enough of this shit, I don't know why I even spoke to you again"
Kyle got up and made for the door.

"Admit it? You liked it and you can't admit it." Chris followed the other
boy to the door, refraining him from reaching the handle to leave. Kyle
span around and was immediately pinned between Chris and the door. "Admit
it. You loved it just as much as I did"

Their eyes were locked on each other. Without warning their lips joined in
a passionate embrace. Tongues furiously wrapped around and explored further
into each mouth. Forceful and fervent, breathing exasperated and heavy.
Moaning sounds intertwined in the crescendo of raw sexual energy. Hands
grasped, tugged and grabbed to remove clothes. Lips never parting, both
boys' jeans fell to the floor in a crumpled heap like the debris of a hard
fought battle. Both erect cocks grinded against each other: their force
magnetic, their touch electric. Kyle felt the touch of silk and lace as he
went to remove Chris' underwear; looking down he could see his hard bulge
fighting against the restrains of a pair of pink panties.

Chris sensed his discovery through the brief pause in his kissing, and
mischievously whispered into his ear: "still jealous?"

Kyle couldn't control a nervous laugh, as his heart skipped a beat and the
bottom of his stomach seemed to plummet instantly in uncontrolled
excitement and nervousness.

"Unbelievably" was all he could blurt out in a breathless response.

Kyle's cock rubbed against the silk bulge as both boys gyrated and motioned
in the rhythm of lust. Their kisses became stronger and harder, teeth began
biting lips, fingers pinched nipples, hands cupped bare flesh.

"I - fucking - hate you - for doing this to me - You are -- so - fucking -
hot" Kyle moaned through gritted teeth as his breathing became heavy and
difficult. "I'm close"

"All dolled up and pretty?" Chris gripped his lover's solid cock and began
to furiously pump the hard shaft. Precum oozed into his hands as his own
cock strained against its pantie prison.

"Pretending to be girls again?" Chris knew these triggers would have the
desired affect and Kyle groaned in response, as his cock ached in pure
pleasure. His hands were now pressed against the door, as he let Chris take
over, their eyes locked in the pure oblivion of confusion of the thoughts
that raced through each mind. Everything and nothing all at once -- nothing
else mattered.

"Becoming sissies together?" Chris' words left his lips as Kyle erupted,
his hot semen coating Chris' hands, panties and stomach before his own
orgasm shot into his panties, seeping through and leaking out of the sides
like a river breaking its banks. Both had closed their eyes at the moment
of climax. Both had laid to rest months of lust, jealousy, resentment and
frustration in one moment.

The music from the party pounded from below. A cheer went up in a distant
room as the party went on in their absence.

They opened their eyes and gazed into each other's souls, before the
post-climatic realisation of what-the-fuck-has-just-happened set in.

"You better not fucking run off again" Chris grinned.



-----

Kyle looked at the boy in front of him, somehow more feminine than he had
realised until now. His smooth naked body was hairless. His pink panties
soaked in a cocktail of semen. He looked delicate, fragile and beautiful
all at once. And just like it had done for the convening 4 months after
their first incident: it scared him to death.

"What does this mean?" He breathed, his own voice sounding unfamiliar and
strange now.

Chris flashed a devilish smile, and poised to respond.

Buff. Buff.

The door shook, as both boys jumped in fear. Someone tried the handle, as
Kyle pinned his weight against the door to keep it from opening. "Shit!" he
quickly hissed. Panic-stricken Chris moved to the door to hold it firm.

"You in there? Kyle?" Came a raspy voice from the other side. It was Vicky,
Kyle's girlfriend, who had apparently finally noticed his disappearance
from the rest of the party and had gone to investigate where he was.

"Fuck. What do we do?" Kyle mouthed to his minutes earlier lover. Chris
mouthed and gestured through gritted teeth "make something up!"

"Yeh, I'm with Chris.... We're.... ummm.... Talking things out, making peace, you
know?" He responded, his voice quivering and stilted.

"Oh, alright well can you hurry up because I want to go home now" she
replied in a definitely pissed off tone. "Why's the door locked?"

"Is it? I don't know, give me a couple of minutes and we'll go" He began to
gather his clothes with difficulty as he was still pinned to the door,
desperately trying to keep their secret from escaping and his whole world
shattering down around him.

"Okay, I'll be in the kitchen. Bye Chris!" She replied, her tone slightly
easing.

Kyle nudged him with his elbow. "Umm, see you later!" Chris awkwardly
responded.

Her footsteps trailed off down the hallway and of earshot.

"Is she gone?"

"I think so...."

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck" his voice became more agitated and exasperated with each
syllable.

"It's alright, she didn't see anything" Chris tried to calm him down, "she
didn't see anything". His heartbeat returning to normal, he held Kyle's
hand as his own dick began to stiffen again, brought back to life by the
CPR shock of almost getting caught. "It's actually kind of sexy you know...
almost caught", he moved in and began planting kisses on Kyle's neck.

"No, stop it we can't, don't..." the shock of the situation had the opposite
effect on Kyle and all he felt now was a sickening feeling in his stomach.
It was like she had come and bulldozed the bliss he felt just moments
earlier.

"Get off, we've got to go, seriously... how can you be turned on?" he
questioned as Chris' boner pressed into his thigh, the sticky panties
beginning to feel cold and damp against his body.

Pushing him away, he gathered his things and began to dress in a frantic
attempt to put on three different items of clothing at once.

Chris reached for his hand once more.

"I.... I can't do this right now... I've got to go" Kyle's mind raced as he
straightened his hair and left.



---



The next morning Kyle Anderson woke up with a stinking hangover and an
overwhelming sense of guilt.

His girlfriend lay next to him, her leg trailing wrapped over his, and her
soft round butt encased in red lace panties had slipped the confines of the
duvet. `What was I thinking?' he began to question and go through every
detail of last night, with each moment he felt more ashamed and remorseful.

`I've got a cute girlfriend and I've just rubbed dicks with a guy until we
both climaxed all over each other. For the second time. The second time!
I've just kissed and rubbed and grabbed another guy. A guy wearing girl's
panties. What is wrong with me?' his thoughts raced, his mind agitated. `He
did look pretty fucking incredible in them though' came a separate thought,
the devil on his shoulder speaking his inner desires. `Fuck!' he mouthed
aloud.

Vicky lay asleep, seemingly unstirred from her slumber, her breathing soft
and slow. He reached for his phone to check the time.

12:34. And Chris had messaged him. Twice.

Chris:

`Hey, we need to talk. This isn't going to be like last time. Mine at 3?'

Chris:

`Amazing btw.'

Kyle gulped, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that this time he
would have to deal with this and face up to what they had done. He had
spent the last 4 months in denial, although it had never truly left his
mind. The weight of the stigma of what they had done was too much though,
and in the tried and tested Anderson family tradition, he had buried his
head in the sand until everything exploded around him. His parents dealt
with their failing marriage in the same way, he realised. It was strange to
all his friends and family that they had become so close and then all of a
sudden fallen out for some unknown reason, but nobody really questioned it
too much, and their friends began to naturally separate and form new
friendship groups, exclusive of each other. So instead he just kept out of
Chris' way, and he soon found himself separated from his life. He ended up
meeting Vicky about a month later and that definitely, he thought, appeased
some of the guilt he had felt, and reaffirmed his straight masculinity to
himself.

Although that wasn't entirely true. In the time that had passed since,
there had been what he came to think of as `relapses'. Moments when he had
curiously sought out Shemale porn, and then furiously masturbated to videos
of the beautiful, intoxicating Bailey Jay. He had found Forced feminisation
websites, written by repressed crossdressers with dreams of becoming a
`real woman'. He had seen younger transsexuals in various stages of
transition documenting their experiences to the YouTube community. One time
he had even gone as far as `borrowing' a pair of Vicky's panties and
stockings while uncontrollably masturbating in front of his bedroom mirror.

And all the while he still had Jodie's lingerie set that he had worn that
day. In his haste he had left wearing them, and they now lay stashed away
like some vital piece of evidence to a police investigation: the smoking
gun linking him to the scene of the crime.

These relapses left him with that all too familiar feeling of guilt and
denial, and he just couldn't explain why he kept coming back to it all. It
was like the doors to a new world had been blasted opened on that day, and
he just couldn't help but peer through the cracks occasionally.

Then last night he couldn't explain what came over him. When Chris showed
up at the party, it made those feelings reawaken. It put him on edge and
made him self-conscious. He watched him from the other side of the room as
he sat with Zack, a tall black guy with a reputation of being quiet but
really good at sports. He was the captain of some team, who were supposed
to be held in high-esteem locally. And it was like he was doing it on
purpose, rubbing it in his face. Chris was definitely flirting with him.
Openly being really affectionate without being that obvious to anyone else
-- it was like nobody else could see what was stabbing him in the heart.
When he tried to confront Chris outside is when he saw them both kissing,
Chris's arms around Zack's sturdy neck and shoulders.

And that's when the situation exploded. Exploded all over him and into
those sexy little panties. He shivered at the thought of what they had done.

His reverie broken, his dick stiffened.

`Okay, I'll come round' he typed into his phone.

His head began to spin, as he realised he had set in motion the start of
something new, strange, exciting and terrifying.



(Thanks for reading, I would really like to relaunch this series so please
do email your thoughts, ideas and feedback to keldarling111@gmail.com ! If
there is enough interest I would love to tell you the rest of the story --
it's a biggie. Kisses, Kelli)