Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2005 04:21:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff Exilimar <jeff_exilimar@yahoo.com>
Subject: Outcasts - Part 5

	Mike woke up early Monday morning and rolled over to watch the soft
rise and fall of Ellen's breasts as she slept soundly. He looked over all
the soft curves and felt a stab of pity for her as if the gym teacher
hadn't revealed it, her secret would have been safe. At no time could Mike
believe Ellen wasn't a girl, except when confronted with the final
evidence, as it were.

	Careful not to wake the slumbering girl next to him, Mike rolled
out of bed, threw on a robe and padded down the hall to his and his dad's
office room. Grabbing a glass of orange juice after firing up the computer,
it was up and connected when he returned. Pops had worked for the JAG for a
time being, so Mike used his access to TuckerCenter Legal Database to look
up details of Ellen's case.

	Page after page scrolled by. Ellen's mom wasn't up for reevaluation
for at least eighteen more months, and according to new motions filed
automatically by the state on behalf of Ellen, her release was unlikely
until Ellen had reached her full majority at twenty-one. Her 'legal'
guardians didn't have much standing, even a little less than foster parents
had over their wards. A stipend was paid independently to the couple she
stayed with, with another going directly to Ellen on the recommendation of
the district attorney handling the case. This was her fourth home, after
Ellen had complained of verbal abuse and one case of child pornography when
couple number three had hid a web cam in her room after her 'exposure' at
the school. A careful examination of the file confirmed his expectations.
The last section dealt with the genotyping of Ellen. He'd wondered why
Ellen couldn't return to being a boy after removal from her mom's insanity.
Part of her story was true, the massive doses of hormones, if withdrawn
now, would seriously damage her development. Instead of a pretty girl who
happened to have the wrong equipment 'down there', she'd probably be closer
to a true freak. But more fascinating was the report on 'extra-chromosomal
disorder'. In a sick, sad way Ellen's mom had done her a favor. As she had
multiple chromosomes like XXY or XXXY that would have left the boy Ellen
could have been hyper-aggressive, abusive, confused, bi-polar, or a host of
other psychological disorders that could be treated with mood inhibitors or
testosterone dampening, such as the witches' brew Ellen's mom had cooked
up. Ellen had been gene-tested and had detected the theoretical triggers
for most of the bad effects of her disorder, so they ordered her to stay on
the meds.

	Mike logged out of the 'site, and opened his email. Quickly killing
the spam he carefully composed a letter to his father. He felt the need to
come clean to him about Ellen's condition, figuring it would be better to
hell him, rather than have him find out on his own accidentally. He
included a synopsis of the legal briefs from the cases and included his
transcripts from school, which showed in the social jacket, the number of
harassment claims he'd filed since starting the school. With a quick prayer
for understanding, he sent the letter and logged off the computer.

	He walked out into the hallway just in time to see Ellen sleepily
stagger out of his bedroom to cross the hall into the bathroom. Her hair
was a mess and she'd thrown on one of his old t-shirts for the
three-and-a-half foot journey. Her breasts draped the shirt out in front of
her, and the bottom hem rested just below her buttocks. He suppressed a
giggle when he saw the tip of her penis swaying just beneath the hemline.
She entered the bathroom and shut the door, and Mike quickly went down the
hall to the kitchen. She emerged fifteen minutes later, showered and
dressed, and perched on a barstool to watch Mike cook breakfast and listen
to the BreakingNews Network on TV. Soon the breakfast was ready and they
got tired of the depressing news and tuned into the Animation Network for
some classic cartoons. This occupied them for a couple of hours when it was
decided to go across town to the new mall just opened a few months ago.

	Neither of them had been there, so it was kind of a surprise to see
how large it was. Apparently, every mall store in existence was inside
beckoning the two teens with its siren song of trends and neon glow. Right
off the main entrance of malls everywhere was Old Army. Mike hated the
campy commercials, but Ellen dragged him (not quite kicking and screaming)
into the store advertising taste had forgotten. She tried on several
outfits in delight, further reinforcing her image as a girl in Mike's mind
as he waited by a rack of god-awful painter's pants. After finding really
nothing at Old Army, they went down to Aberystwyth and Hitch. Here at least
were some clothes that didn't make Mike's stomach turn and he even tried on
an ensemble for Ellen's benefit.

	Tired of clothes, they made their next stop the Programs, Etc. to
check out all the hot new titles for Z-Box and the GameStation 2 and played
the demo of the retro joystick classics from the GO2600. It was quite fun,
but they soon lost interest in the simple graphics and simple games. Mike
picked up a magazine with some demo discs, and they headed up to the
ThoreauBooks. Ellen looked through the fantasy section, occasionally
picking up one of the swords-and-sorcery paperbacks and thumbing through
it. Mike however slipped into the adventure section and looked over the
many old cold-war thrillers. As he walked back toward the far corner
holding one of the early Robert Harris thrillers he found himself in the
human psychology section. Looking briefly he saw a book on studies of
transgendered people and picked it up, placing it between his body and the
novel, a little embarrassed at his fascination.

	Ellen didn't decide on anything and so went to the front door to
look at the calendars while Mike made his purchases, oblivious to the
nature of either of the books. Mike hurried out with his bag, and the two
of them moved through the mall, glancing into shops such as Warm Idea, Jack
P's Tobacconist, and GagGifts. Finally, they grew a little hungry and
settled into a table at the crowded food court. Mike asked Ellen to hold
their table and quickly returned with a pair of fruit punches and some
chicken tacos from Taco Buzzer.

	After lunch they headed down the other side of the walkway, past
shops such as QZToys, Print's Minus, and Hole. They went into a small shop
specializing in Japanese imports and had a large selection of Hi Kat!
products that Ellen loved and Mike found cute in an abstract way. Tired
with the day's shopping the two could only make a passing joke about going
into Viki's Secret or Arnold's Of Hollywood next time. And with that they
were out in the parking lot, to the car, and on the way home.

	Upon getting to Mike's Ellen began cooking dinner and Mike went to
check his email with some degree of trepidation. The butterflies in his
stomach turned to angry hornets when his inbox confirmed he only had one
email and it was from his father. Mustering up a great deal of courage he
opened the message and held a breath in prayer. As he read his father's
letter he began to feel better. He knew it was a lot to expect a military
man like his dad to accept someone like Ellen, but his father reassured his
son he'd checked out Ellen's story himself, and while he couldn't
comprehend Mike's attraction to Ellen he did know Ellen needed a friend and
Mike's own life at school wasn't a-number-one either. Mike was an adult
now, as far as he was concerned, and Ellen was a choice Mike would have to
live with. As far as the second request went, Mike's dad gave approval of
it as well to Mike's surprise, noting that since he was away so much what
with the activities of the army today. But he did warn his son to look
forward to the possibilities of very severe conflicts due to his
relationship with this odd girl he'd hooked up with. He finished the email
with a reminder to his son that if he neglected his studies or household
duties, changes in attitudes might be the order of that day.
	With conflicting visions of domestic felicity and English boarding
schools running through his mind, he logged off the computer and checked
the house voicemail. Sure enough, his father's lawyer had left a message
letting Mike know that all paperwork would be ready and filed by 8:30am
tomorrow and a short hearing should have the motion resolved by
end-of-day. Mike smiled and rejoined Ellen in the kitchen.

	As he passed through the living room, Mike flipped on the TV to a
hockey game. Ellen peeked around the corner, shook her head at Mike's
fascination with the game and pulled the potatoes out of the oven. By
blessed coincidence the first intermission occurred just as dinner was
ready so Mike didn't have to risk Ellen's wrath with a 'hold on'. Ellen's
cooking was book-learned and she'd not had a lot of practice so it was a
touch plain, but nothing was raw or burnt so Mike certainly had no
complaints.

	Mike quickly helped Ellen clean up dinner and rushed back to the
den and the game. Ellen curled up next to him and watched the game and
Mike. He was captivated by the game, throwing out descriptions of stats and
various rules that would have largely gone by her if she'd not also liked
hockey. But by 2:10 into the third period the score was six to one and
frankly she didn't enjoy routs. Mike, however, hinged on every pass and
shot and check as if it was 0 - 0 in double overtime... until Ellen
unzipped his pants and took the head of his penis into her mouth.

	Mike tried to concentrate on the game, but the feelings emanating
from his lower body made that a well-nigh impossible endeavor. Ellen's
tongue skated up his shaft, made a couple of passes at the rim of his head
and slid neatly into the hole at the tip. Mike's hands petted the top of
Ellen's bobbing head and down the length of her back, causing Ellen to
moan, practically purr, around his shaft.

	Finally Ellen jumped up and ran into the back of the house,
returning very quickly, shedding her clothes as she reentered the den. She
quickly pulled Mike's clothes off of him and pushed him back on the
couch. She sucked on one of his testicles to return his erection to its
fullest status, then applied the lubricant to his rod. She straddled his
hips and reached behind her to grasp Mike's penis and guide it to her
opening. Once the tip was nestled between her cheeks at her orifice, she
moved down on his lubricated shaft, plunging it deep within her
bowels. Mike gasped in pleasure and watched as her breasts bobbed up and
down, and watched as her hard penis did the same. He reached up and fondled
her orbs as she slid up and down the length of his organ, feeling her own
penis slap against his abdomen with every descent. Ellen balanced with one
hand on Mike's thigh as, in the throes of passion, she began stroking her
own penis as she rode Mike's. He finally felt the familiar tingle in
scrotum working it's way up his shaft and soon Ellen's bottom was receiving
spurt after spurt of Mike's liquid. But Mike was surprised when Ellen
suddenly arched back and he saw a glob fly straight at his face from the
tip of her shaft and plopped warm and wet right on his chest. It was
quickly followed by several more spurts that coated various parts of his
torso.

	Ellen recovered from her orgasm and looked down at Mike, who had a
strange look on his face. She then took in the white globs of her semen on
his body and began to feel a touch of panic. "I'm sorry, Mike."

	"What?"

	"I didn't mean...", Ellen was in a touch of a fright, even as she
felt Mike's penis begin to go soft and slide out of her ass. "I didn't
mean... I didn't think..."

	Mike felt the wet tip of Ellen's sagging penis touch his pubic
hair. "I didn't either, Ellen. But I guess it's something I'll have to
remember, get used to, that you don't come like other girls."

	"You aren't mad?"

	"NO! No. But it is odd, y'know. But I do care for you Ellen. Stuff
like this will just take time to adjust to."

	Ellen sighed, then shrieked a touch as Mike pulled her down to him
for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her and she felt his tongue in her
mouth as she felt his semen slide from her bottom and her own juices stick
Mike's torso to her breasts. Soon they got up to clean off, spend a quiet
night together and go to bed, Ellen not knowing just how much Mike would
change her life.