Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2009 21:31:41 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ledge Falls Park, Chap. Four

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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
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Ledge Falls Park
by Amber Fountaine
Chapter Four

	"It appears your mom had better luck with you than she did with
me," my dad began.
	At first, I had no idea what he was talking about. That, as much as
the fact that I was scared shitless caused me to stand silently, unable to
speak if I had wanted to. I may have been at a loss for words, but I began
to catch on quick as he went on.
      "I would have thought you were too young to remember when she called
you `Kayla' and dressed you like a girl. Apparently not. She'd be delighted
to know you like to . . ." He paused trying to find the right words, then
gestured at the lingerie on my bed. "Do this."
	"Mom . . ." I muttered, then fell silent. I wanted to ask if I'd
heard him correctly. Had my mom at one time dressed me like a little girl?
For real? But I couldn't ask. I'd been handed an excuse and asking might
screw it up. It seemed from his remarks that she had and my dad was
assuming I could remember it and that was the reason why I'd suddenly
wanted to be Kayla. Was it a coincidence that Roni and my mom had both
chosen the same feminine name for me? That seemed like a safe way to query
my dad and get him to reveal more. "I don't remember that she used that
name," I told him, letting him think I could remember the rest. That was
heaps better than telling him I didn't remember any of it at all.
	"Yeah, that was supposed to be your name if you'd been a girl. Your
grandmother - your mom's moms - the one that died just before you were born
- was named `Kay' so your mom decided you'd be Kyle or Kayla - something
that started with the letter `K'. She had her heart set on you being a girl
and I'm sure that had more to do with her keeping you in nightgowns for so
many years than her excuse that it made it easier to change your diaper."
Then he nodded his head toward my dresser. "You must have enjoyed the
diapers too."
	Oh shit! The diapers were sitting on top of my dresser. With
everything else that had happened, I'd completely forgotten about them. Dad
hadn't followed me to my room immediately. There'd been several minutes
that I'm sure had been spent in conversation with Roni and Jean. Had they
talked about all that - including the diapers -after I'd rushed away? Did
Roni tell them about me wearing and wetting diapers and how much I'd come
to love it so quickly? Or had my dad guessed after seeing the adult diapers
on my dresser? The most important thing was that my dad was assuming my
actions were all because of things my mom had done when I'd been too young
to remember. It was a perfect excuse - as long as I didn't let him know I
didn't remember any of it.
	But did I have to? I'd seen a story on TV about things that happen
that people don't remember and that later have a big influence on their
lives. That could explain why I'd so readily become Roni's little sister
when I had the chance. Maybe I'd been harboring an urge to be a girl all my
life. But it sure didn't explain my sudden appetite for sucking cock. At
the moment, I wanted to know a lot more about what my mom had done -
everything in fact - yet I had to be careful how I asked so that I didn't
screw up this excuse I'd been offered. "I . . . uh . . . didn't know mom
called me Kayla too," I finally stammered. "I thought Roni made that up."
	As soon as I said it, I wished I hadn't mentioned Roni. That could
lead to my dad questioning me about Roni's part in my becoming Kayla and I
had no idea how much she'd admitted. I knew I had a good thing going with
Roni and the very last thing I wanted was to mess that up some how by
getting her in trouble.
	"She may have heard me mention it to her mother. A couple of months
back Jean and I were talking about how we'd each hoped to have more
children and I'd said something to her about how your mom had the two names
picked out. I guess Veronica heard us talking."
	I had to fight a smile when he called Roni, "Veronica." Usually he
called her Roni like everyone else, but sometimes when he was trying to be
. . . I don't know . . . more precise or something . . . he'd call her
Veronica or he might use Jean's full name of Mary Jean. But I was always
Kyle. Until now. I wondered if he'd call me Kayla if I hadn't changed out
of my nightie. I would have given anything if he'd just come out and given
me his opinion of my being Kayla. He seemed to be satisfied with the idea
that my mom must have planted the seed of desire in me. But that didn't
mean he approved of me letting that desire grow. And as much as I wanted to
know, I couldn't bring myself to ask. Finally, after what seemed like hours
but was only a minute tops, he let me know what had gone on after I'd fled
the kitchen.
	"Veronica said the two of you have decided that you should be her
little sister for the rest of the summer so that you'll have a better idea
of what women go through."
	That sounded like as good a story as any, so I nodded. "Yes sir."
It was pretty close to true. We had talked about me spending time this
summer as Kayla and then cutting back after school started.
	"Well I don't know if it will help you understand women any better,
but then, I don't know of anything else that helps either. Maybe you crazy
kids are on to something. Maybe if I'd spent more time pretending to be a
girl when I was a kid I'd understand women better now. Anyway, I just want
you to . . . understand that . . ."
      I almost smiled when I realized he was at as big a loss for words as
I was. Not knowing what to say made it easy for me to keep my mouth shut
and let him go on.
       "I don't understand . . . or even claim to come close to
understanding . . . anything you kids do. But Jean is sure this thing
you're going through is harmless and that it'll run it's course if I don't
make a big issue of it. So if you'd rather be Kayla than Kyle, it's okay
with me. I'm not sure what I'll tell the neighbors if you start running
around in dresses, but . . .
	"That reminds me. I understand Carlotta quit and that you and Roni
have been cleaning house this week and according to Jean, you two have been
doing a great job. I'm okay with you continuing until school starts
. . . if you really want to."
	I saw that as a chance to change the subject. I couldn't believe
that Jean had talked my dad into letting me be Kayla - especially that
quick. I was more interested than ever in hearing Roni's version of the
conversation that had taken place after I'd run out. "It's not that hard,"
I told him, "And she pays us twenty dollars a day. Or she said she
will. She hasn't paid us yet."
	"That sounds like a fair amount." Then he sort of chuckled. "I
expect I'll be the one that will actually pay you. I usually had a check
ready for the previous week when Carlotta came in Mondays. But if you need
it for the weekend . . ."
	"I don't . . . You'd have to ask Roni."
	"From what I've been told, it won't be necessary to order any more
uniforms; that you've found one that fits you and . . ." he
hesitated. "That you picked the one with the shortest skirt."
	Just when I thought we'd get off that sort of subject . . . but
when I glanced at my dad, I saw he was smiling and just teasing me. And it
occurred to me that he had to have heard about that from Roni. Jean might
be aware I'd been dressing for the job but only Roni could have told him
which uniform. "I, uh, think it's one of the ones you got for Alicia."
	"Probably so. You seem to be about the same size." Then he sort of
glanced around the room, not looking at anything in particular, like he was
thinking of something to say. Maybe I'd reminded him of Alicia. She'd been
the prettiest of the maids, as well as the youngest and smallest, but I
hadn't liked her very much because she could barely speak English. Then he
seemed to focus on the things I'd tossed on the bed. "Should I find you
another dresser for in here for Kayla's things?"
	I looked to see if he was serious and he was grinning at me. It
seemed it was easier for both of us if we teased or joked about `Kayla.' At
the moment, that seemed like another small victory of some sort, like a
series of pluses and minuses. Walking in the kitchen in a nightie had of
course been a minus - a big minus since that had put this confrontation in
motion. A confrontation was inevitable, but it didn't have to be
today. However, having my dad, maybe with Jean's insistence, joke about my
becoming a sissy was a big plus. And there'd been some things he'd said, or
hinted at, that seemed like positives too. Like, what had he meant when he
said that my mom had better luck with me than with him?
	If my mom had once dressed me as her little girl, had she tried to
dress him as a girl too? That would be another plus. I'd left the wet bed
sheet exposed to dry which should have been a minus, but it hadn't been
that wet and what might have been another minus - Roni had insisted I use a
sheet that was a sissy, floral pattern - had worked in my favor since it
made the wet spot hard to notice. So I could actually count that as a plus
too. And thinking of Roni, it seemed she'd told him that this `Kayla' thing
was all some silly summer experiment for me to learn about the differences
in how girls lived. That was a plus that I owed her for - big time!
	Leaving those diapers sitting out where he could spot them had been
a minus. But maybe not. It would seem that the diapers had helped convince
him that my desire to be Kayla had all come from when I'd still been in
diapers in my early childhood and my mom had called me Kayla and dressed me
as a girl. I really, really wanted to know more about that, but any
question I asked would make it seem like I didn't remember and that those
early experiences had nothing to do with my current motivation. And I
desperately needed to cross check with Roni and find out what had been said
in the kitchen.
      Then a noise from outside, probably two neighborhood cats getting
territorial, caused us both to look at the window next to my desk. I think
we both saw the books on the desk at the same time. They were sitting side
by side, the illustrated front covers up, and we were both close enough to
read the titles. They were the two porn books I'd borrowed from Roni's
collection; "Having Her Way with Miss Wanda," and, "Sissy in Stockings."
Not one but two minuses - two very big minuses. My dad took a step closer
to my desk, looking directly at the books, so it was obvious what he was
doing was making absolutely sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. I
thought for a moment he was going to pick them up, but he didn't.
      Instead, he turned to me and almost sympathetically said, "I
shouldn't be surprised. I keep forgetting you're not the little boy I gave
that `birds & bees' talk to a few years ago. You're almost fifteen and by
the time I was fifteen, I'd done . . . Well I shouldn't be surprised. Maybe
there's something to that bit about the acorn not falling far from the
tree."
      I felt a bonding with my dad like I'd never felt before. I recalled
his remark about how he should have spent more time as a girl. "You mean
you used to do this too?"
      He smiled and blushed. "Not exactly. And for much different
reasons. At least you get to try it because you want to."
      "Someone made you dress like a girl? Was it mom?" I remembered him
saying that my mom had better luck with me than she'd had with him and he
was still crediting my mom for having started my cross-dressing.
      "Sort of . . . but not exactly. Her too, but . . . It's a . . . long
story. Let's just say that your Uncle Ben is not the nice guy you think he
is." Then when I began to ask for an explanation, he cut me off. "Not
now. I think you're old enough to hear all about it. Maybe I should have
told you already so that you don't fall for some of the tricks that were
pulled on me. But Jean is waiting to talk to me before she leaves for
work. How about you put your uniform on like you've been doing. Roni is
going to wear one too. She should be in her room getting dressed now."
      There were a million questions I wanted to ask him. But with another
promise of talking later, he left me to return to Jean. Taking him at his
word that Roni would be putting on one of the remaining maid's uniforms, I
headed for her room, cutting through the bathroom, and nearly gave her a
black eye.
      "Damn!" she said, as the bathroom door slammed against her. She'd
gone to her room, then slipped into the bathroom to hear the conversation
in my room. She'd been about to open the door from her side when I'd pushed
it open from mine, nearly hitting her in the face. I knew without asking
that she'd been there the whole time.
      "What do you think?" I asked. "Did it sound like he used to dress
like a girl too?"
      She nodded. "Kind of. Who's your Uncle Ben?"
      "He'd not really my uncle - he's . . . like my dad's cousin or
something. He was always real nice to me but I don't think my dad liked him
much. But my mom did. My mom was always super happy when he visited us."
      "Think he was doing your mom?"
      That was something I'd never considered. Roni acted like everybody
was always `doing' someone and from what I'd learned so far that week,
maybe she was right. Maybe my mom and Uncle Ben really had been `doing'
it. Considering what I'd slowly come to learn about my mom, I'd have to
guess there was a good chance Roni was right again. "Maybe so," I told
her. Then I remembered what my dad had said about her wearing a
uniform. "You're gonna wear a uniform too?"
      "Your dad's idea and my mom went along with it. He told my mom you
shouldn't have to wear a maid's uniform if I didn't wear one. So my mom
said that since she was paying for two maids, she ought to get two maids,
and that we both should dress the part if we wanted to keep our jobs. You
want to keep the job don't you?"
      When I nodded, she went on. "Good. That's what I told them. Probably
makes more sense. That way if one of the neighbors happens to see us, they
won't know if it's you or me or whoever."
      "What else did you tell them?" Finding out what had been said was my
first priority. I definitely needed to know before I talked any more to my
dad.
      Roni gave me a brief overview and a promise to go into detail as we
worked. She went to her room to get dressed and I got out my uniform and
did the same. Then we met in the bathroom to put on a little makeup, and
went back to the kitchen. I expected to find my dad waiting and instead
found Jean.
      "Your dad went to bed. He got the last flight in last night and
didn't get here until almost two. So hold off on the vacuuming and anything
noisy until he gets up again." Then she pointed across the room. "Both of
you stand there between the refrigerator and the stove."
      I cringed when I saw the camera in her hand, but did as she
said. "Who's the picture for?" I asked nervously.
      "No one will see it besides us," she said. "Don't worry. Who knows -
fifteen, twenty years from now you'll probably look at it and laugh and be
glad you have a copy." She took a couple of shots and then told me, "Remind
me to try something with your hair tonight. I don't have time right
now. I'm already running late."
      Then Roni and I were alone and she began telling me about the short
but significant conversation that had taken place earlier.
      To begin with, so that I was fully aware of everything that had
happened, she explained about the conversation that had transpired between
her, Jean, and my dad a couple of months back. That's where it had really
all begun. It was after my dad had proposed to Jean and they were talking
about the four of us as a family. When Roni had suggested - and she swore
she'd only been joking - about me becoming her little sister, my dad had
told them how my mom had wanted a girl and had often dressed me as one,
beginning as an infant, and had continued almost until I'd started
school. In addition, he'd told them that she'd made no effort to keep me
from wetting the bed, sometimes putting me in diapers during the day as
well as at night, and then using the excuse that keeping me in dresses and
nighties made it easier for her to change my diapers. Then he'd told them
that I wasn't that way at all any more. However Roni said it had gotten her
to thinking about it.
      Then, after overhearing Chris's remark about, "if a girl ever let me
in her panties I'd probably just want to wear them," it had made Roni think
that maybe my dad was wrong and I was still into it after all. When she and
Jen made comments like that, it was usually about something they did or had
talked about doing. So she assumed that Chris's remark had been prompted by
his knowing that I liked to wear panties or had talked about trying
it. Like she'd already told me; that had been her inspiration for leaving
the pissed in panties for me to find and hiding in the shower stall to
watch. If I walked by the panties and ignored them, then she'd know I
wasn't interested, but if I picked them up and played with them, she'd know
I was still into that. I'd done much more than just play with them. I'd
jacked off with them and then put them on with the intention of pissing in
them too. She'd watched the whole thing and that had been the start of this
awesome week.
      Then she told me that earlier, after I'd fled the kitchen, she'd
thought maybe my dad would be upset about her bringing me to breakfast
dressed as a sissy, but that instead, he'd almost laughed and hadn't seemed
at all surprised. Jean had already told him about the two of us being the
temporary maids, adding that Carlotta had quit suddenly for some vague
reason about there being `too many women' in the house now and of course my
dad hadn't pressed for an explanation of that. Then when it seemed to Roni
like my dad might suggest we discontinue with `Kayla', Roni had made up the
part about how we'd decided to do it all summer and quit when school
started and how I would probably want to start dating soon and it would be
good for me to know more about girls and how they thought and did things.
      "I think my mom knew I was making it up and she must have been biting
her lip to keep from laughing, but your dad went for it. Since I said that
we'd already set a date for us to stop having you dress as Kayla, he didn't
seem to think he needed to do anything about it."
      While Roni had been telling me all that, I'd finished off what was
left of the biscuits and gravy that Jean had fixed for
breakfast. Everything seemed okay except for the part about my dad finding
those books on my desk and I asked her for her opinion about that.
      "He didn't sound upset to me. You'll just have to wait and see what
he says," Roni told me, not offering any suggestions I could use.
      "What about after school starts?"
      She grinned. "Well I don't think you can go back to the same school
as a girl. Maybe to another school. You'd have to talk your dad into it."
      She seemed serious, so I took it that way. "I don't mean going to
school as Kayla. I mean if . . . sometimes away from school . . . after
. . ."
      She cut me off. "You want to be `Little Kayla Cum Slut'?"
      I blushed. It sounded worse coming from her and put that way, but
that was exactly what I was thinking. I knew that `Kayla' would be around a
lot longer than the next two months. I didn't know how much or how long,
but I was already fairly certain that `Kayla' would be a big part of my
life for the rest of my life. So the only way I could respond to her vulgar
sounding suggestion was to smile and tell her, "Yeah, exactly."
      "That's gonna depend a whole lot on how you sell yourself to your
dad. My mom will probably go along with anything you want to do - within
reason. If she thinks you're serious about spending a lot of time as Kayla,
she'll help you and stick up for you to your dad. But it would be a lot
better if you can convince your dad that it's important for you to explore
the `Kayla' side of you and that you can do it responsibly. I don't think
you should mention Ledge Falls Park."
      Over and over I thought about it as we worked. I knew sooner or later
my dad would wake up and see me dressed as his maid and while I was still
nervous, I wasn't nearly as up tight as I'd have been had he not talked to
me earlier. Yet I still couldn't envision telling him something like
. . . "I'm off to the park for a few hours to see if I can find some
grownup cock to suck." As far as I was concerned, that was WAY more than he
needed to know. It was bad enough he'd spotted those books of Roni's. And
of course, he didn't know they were Roni's. In his mind, he must be sure my
sexual inclinations centered around sissified sex with men. And considering
the last couple of days, that might not be far from the truth
. . . However, it could be that he thought I was just curious about that
aspect of being a sissy and the longer I could make him believe I was
inexperienced, the better.
      It occurred to me, as I put away the dishes that had been in the
dishwasher, that there were probably lot's of guys that played at being
sissies, maybe even guys my dad's age or older, that had been dressing as a
sissy in secret for most of their lives and had never acted out their
fantasy of sex with another guy. Not me. I'd jumped from the starting line
to the finish line in what seemed like a single leap - "Superman" style. Or
maybe more correctly, that should be "Super-Sissy" style, I thought with a
grin.
      "What's so funny?" Roni asked, walking in the kitchen. "I thought
you'd be so nervous that you might drop the dishes." Indicating the near
empty dishwasher, she added, "I was going to do that."
      "Sorta nervous," I told her. "I keep thinking about what I'll say if
he asks me if I've tried any of that stuff in those books."
      "I'm more concerned about what you'll say if he asked where you got
those books. My mom doesn't know I kept them."
      "I suppose I could tell him, `Gee dad. I know this fabulously slutty
girl that likes to dress me as a sissy and wants me to learn all about how
to have kinky sex with men.' You think he'll believe that?"
      "He might," my dad answered from behind me. Roni had moved to help me
by putting away the utensils and neither of us had seen or heard him come
in the kitchen. "It would depend on which girl you're talking about. Anyone
I might know?"
      The way he said it, I was sure he knew it was Roni. And how I got the
voice to answer, I have no idea. But I knew I had to say something to
protect Roni, so I told him, "No sir. It's an older girl that Chris told me
about. She promised if I did what she told me that she'd let me . . . you
know . . . make out with her."
      I was trying to get my dad to understand that there had been a lot
more than a few quick kisses involved to get me to do all this and then I
realized that a mysterious `other woman' wouldn't explain how Roni was
involved. "Roni has been helping me and making sure this girl doesn't trick
me into doing something I don't want to do."
      He looked at me suspiciously, not giving me any indication as to
whether he believed my story or not. "I see," he said, moving to the
refrigerator. "So how would she happen to know that you might go along with
all this?"
      "Huh, from Chris. He told me about her trying to get him to try it
and he wouldn't and I told him it might be fun to try it and he told her
she should ask me."
      He poured himself a glass of orange juice and took a large swallow
before speaking again. First he looked at me, and then Roni, and then told
me. "I'm not sure telling you this is the right thing to do, but I can't
think of any other way to let you know for sure I'm not upset with you."
Then he turned to Roni. "Your mom has assured me that anything I tell her,
she will probably tell you, so you might already know some of
this. However, I want you to hear it from me too, so both of you sit down
at the table for a few minutes." Then he turned back to me as I pulled out
a chair to sit down. "By the way, I think Roni has done a great job with
making you into Kayla. Maybe your mom was right and you should have been a
girl."
      When Roni was seated beside me, at the same table and much like we'd
been when we'd talked to Jean, my dad began. "I'm somewhat embarrassed to
be telling you this, especially in front of Roni. However I just got off
the phone with Jean and she's assured me that this is a talk we really need
to have." He looked back and forth from me to Roni and back to me and when
neither of us responded, he went on. First he asked Roni, "Has your mom
told you that we first met before you were born?"
      That caused Roni's mouth to open as if to gasp, and then she said,
"No. No sir. I thought you two just met several months ago."
      "In many ways we did. But back when we were both about your age - we
were both in high school, we know for sure that we were at the same
party. It was after a football game. We were both friends of the guy that
was having the party. And . . . there was a lot of sex going on."
      He waited for our reaction and there was barely any at all. Roni and
I were both too stunned by all this to show any sign, positive or negative.
      "We don't really remember each other, but there are a couple of
things we both remember for sure. Jean got pissed off because she caught
her boyfriend having sex with another boy. She wasn't surprised. Remember
this was the seventies and bisexuality was the new norm. You just weren't
cool unless you could say you'd tried it. What made Jean so mad was that
this was a new boyfriend and he was letting some guy blow him before she
had a chance at him herself." He paused before dropping the next
blockbuster on us. "What I remember most about that night was blowing some
guy I'd never met and his girlfriend getting pissed off. We're ninety-nine
percent certain that I was the guy blowing her boyfriend."
      I'd expected that sooner or later my dad would confirm the suspicions
I'd had about his bisexuality. The porn in his room was the first hint. His
remarks about the books on my desk had made me more certain. Yet I still
wasn't ready for his confession that some twenty-five years earlier, he'd
had sex with my new stepmother's boyfriend of the moment.
      I was too stunned to speak, but not Roni. "Holy shit! That's
awesome."
      Dad chuckled. "That's pretty much what your mom said a few months ago
when we first figured this out."
      Then dad turned to me. "Now I suppose you'd like to know how I
started and if I still do anything like that?"
      I couldn't answer that. Sure, part of me was curious and maybe
`curious' is too mild a way to put it. In some ways I was dying to know
every detail. Yet in other ways, I wondered how that sort of revelation
would change the way I looked at my dad. In the brief moment I had to make
that decision, I considered the fact that I'd always regarded my dad as a
wuss, especially around women. I'd had most of three days since finding the
porn in his bedroom to think about him being bi and had probably accepted
that conclusion from the moment I picked up the first bisexual porn DVD in
his collection. There'd been a brief moment when I'd wanted to assume they
were things that Jean had brought with her and couldn't possibly be my
dad's. But I'd known better.
      What surprised me now was that I felt myself thinking better of my
dad for having the courage to talk to us like this. I tried to imagine
myself in his place and was sure I'd be hiding in my room, trying to deny
everything. That had been my reaction at almost every step down my journey
into sissy-dom. When Roni had caught me in her panties, I'd wanted to make
up some excuse for wearing them. When Chris had walked in to find me in
panties and a nightie, my first reaction had been to blame it on Roni. Even
now, with my dad, I was leading him to believe that some nameless girl had
been the one to provoke my interest in becoming a sissy when in fact Roni
had touched on some innate fascination that I'd probably harbored since
infancy. And I'd let my dad believe that I remembered those times as an
infant when I really hadn't.
      So compared to the cowardly way that I was facing my feminine
desires, hearing my dad openly confess his bisexuality made him damn near a
hero in my book. I thought about that, and what he'd said earlier in my
room, and finally responded. "You said something about Uncle Ben
earlier. Is that what you're talking about?"
      He nodded. "That's part of it. A big part really. Do y'all want to
hear about it?"
      I glanced at Roni. She had both elbows on the table and her chin in
her hands, listening attentively. She said, "Sure," but from the look on
her face, it wasn't necessary. Then my dad looked at me, "What about you
Kayla?"
      You can't imagine the thrill it gave me to have my dad call me,
"Kayla." I looked at him with admiration as I told him, "Yes sir. Please."

To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com