Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2015 11:55:07 -0400
From: joey starr <joeystarr69@gmail.com>
Subject: My Awakening Part 4 (Transgender Teen) by Joey Starr

Here's the 4th part, guys...And sorry for the delay... I continue to be
overwhelmed by the positive response to my story. Thanks so much for your
emails, and keep them coming! Remember to donate to the Nifty Archive so
you can continue enjoying stories like mine.

***************************

"Well. I think you should put on another show. You know- like you did
before. A show for the guys outside your window."  He smirked at me, and
wiggled his eyebrows.

"No. Way."

Cory's suggestion that I should repeat my humiliating mistake was a shock
to me, and I wanted no part of it. At this point, I was still a very good
little Catholic school student. I ate my vegetables and did my chores. I
washed behind my ears and turned all my homework in on time. I did NOT show
myself naked to strangers on purpose.

Meanwhile, Cory did everything he could to persuade me. Only after assuring
me that we weren't going to get in trouble, busted, or shot at... and after
repeatedly calling me a baby, did I consent to do it- but only one time and
only really fast. Not like the other time, where God only knows how long my
naked tweenage butt was on display.

The way we (Cory) decided it was going to happen was: As the star of the
show, I would assume my vulnerable and exposed position on the bed, with
the windows open and the blinds all the way up. Just like before. We would
wait until people (guys) were right outside. Cory would work the lights. He
would turn them ON... see if I generated any excitement like before... and
then he would turn the lights back OFF. One time, and only one time. And
then we'd be done. "Just to see what happens."  I was resigned to my fate,
and really just wanted it to be over with quickly. My heart was pounding,
of course. I had been replaying the events of my previous escapade in my
mind over and over. I was 99.9% sure that Cory was right, and the guys had
thought I was a girl. I was also fairly positive they liked what they
thought they were seeing- a girl's bare butt. And I had gotten away with
it. That actually increased the thrill factor. But what if I wasn't as
lucky this time? What if they figured out I was a boy? Or if I somehow got
in trouble?

Cory started by turning off every light in the entire house. Then we went
to my bedroom. He clicked the light OFF, which confused me, because I
thought the point was to be SEEN. Then I saw him open my closet door, and
turn the closet light on. I asked him what he was doing.

"We have to pick the right outfit for you to wear. That one you have on
isn't very girly." I looked down at my oversized t-shirt. It was just a
plain black t-shirt that said the name of a radio station. It fell to about
my knees. "Which one were you wearing the last time?"

I pointed at a plain white "I LOVE NY" shirt that was folded up on one of
my "yaffa blocks" shelves. Cory grabbed the shirt and handed it to me. I
just looked at him, then slowly turned around to face away from him, pulled
my t-shirt off and put the new one on. He was right, of course...probably a
good idea to wear the same thing.

"And you have to lose the underwear. Those aren't girly."

"I know, dickhead. I'll take them off right before." Secretly, I was a
little turned on, and I didn't want to take off my briefs and have Cory
see. I turned back around to face him, and he just looked me up and
down. This T-shirt was much shorter, only falling to about my thighs.

"Actually, it's already working. You already look like a girl. But wait-
one more thing. Your hair is kind of a mess. Go brush it. I'll get the
windows ready while you do."

My hair actually was kind of a mess from swimming and then air-drying. I
went into my bathroom and took up my hairbrush, and just ran it through my
blonde locks a few times. I brushed it all back, then forward. Then I
parted it right down the middle like always, and ran the brush through a
few more times each way - for good measure. When I went back out into my
bedroom, Cory was sitting on my bottom bunk, wrapped in his towel. The only
light came from my open closet. In the dimness, I caught him rubbing
himself a little. I cleared my throat.

"AHEM. How do I look now?" I struck a pose in the bathroom door, and saw
Cory's hand fly off his lap like a shot. Then he looked at me and gave a
thumbs up, smiling.

"Perfect. This is gonna be awesome. I'll get everything ready, while you
get up on the top bunk." He walked over to the closet and turned the light
off, then closed the door. Then he positioned himself at the light switch
on the wall. We were in almost total darkness. The only light was what was
what was coming in through the big windows. They were all open, and all the
blinds were pulled all the way up.

I climbed up to the top bunk, obscured by shadow. True to my word, I
scootched my briefs down my thighs and kicked them off all the way, onto
the floor. Then, as instructed, and just like before, I rolled away from
the windows, to face the wall. I lifted up the hem of my nightshirt all the
way up- so that my booty was exposed.

"OK, I'm ready." My heart was pounding.

"Did you take your underwear off?" Cory's voice from across the room was
like a whisper.

"Yeah, I just took them off." I was ready for this to be finished, and my
heart was still pounding.

"I don't believe you." His voice seemed a little louder- closer- but was
still hushed.

Seriously?

"Cory... I took them off. Look on the ground if you don't believe me." I
have no doubt in my mind that even from where he was he could see my bare
butt, so it confused me that he was playing the 'don't believe you' game.

"Let me just be sure." Then I felt my best friend's hand on the back of my
thigh... Just like earlier in the pool, he intended to feel me up to 'see
if I was being truthful'. I felt his hand groping the back of my thigh, and
then sneaking up onto my right buttcheek.

You could have heard a pin drop in my bedroom, and the sexual tension was
so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Neither of us said a word, and
I don't think I was even breathing. I had never been touched in this way by
another person, and as uncomfortable as I felt, I really didn't want him to
stop.

Cory definitely didn't stop. His hand traced it's way back down my
buttcheek and onto the back of my thighs again...then slowly down the back
of my knees and my calves to my ankles... then back up... all the way back
up to my right cheek. And then his hand was gone.

I swallowed hard when I felt his hand no longer in contact with my
skin. Not knowing what to say, I just didn't say anything. A line had
definitely been crossed, and now things felt... different.

"FUCK! I hear voices!" I snapped back to reality at Cory's words, and
braced myself. I heard him swoop across the room, towards the window. Sure
enough, I could hear voices coming up the street. By now it was after 2
a.m., and the bars in our town were closing. The voices were getting
louder. "It's three guys!  They're coming up the street! Get ready!" I
heard his footfalls on the hardwood floors as he was leaping towards the
light switch on the wall.

A few seconds passed... then a few more... and all of a sudden the lights
went on.

Nothing. No whistles, no comments. Just nothing.

We heard the voices getting quieter as they got further away. The lights
went back off. In the darkness, I was still rock hard. Cory broke the
silence.

"Fuck! Ok, let's try it one more time."

I rolled over onto my tummy, pressing my "excitement" into the bed. "Cory,
you said just one time. We did it, and it didn't work." I was kind of
relieved that nothing had come of it, actually. But to be honest, I didn't
feel like stopping this game. I just didn't want to seem too eager to keep
playing.

"I know, but let's just do it one more time. Come on, don't be a baby."

I gave no more resistance.

We waited a few moments and didn't hear voices. I was still hard as a rock
laying there in the darkness, with a hot breeze blowing across my bare
booty. My shirt was still hiked up to my chest, and I felt very exposed. A
few more moments went by, then Cory broke the silence again with his
whisper.

"You didn't put your underwear back on, did you?"

"No!" I half whispered/half yelled. I'm not sure why we were being
quiet... I think it just added to the whole "undercover" action.

"I don't believe you. Let me check." I heard him coming closer, then, once
again, I felt his bare hand coming in contact with the bare skin of my
leg. Then I felt as he slid his hand up to my right buttcheek, this time
pausing for a little longer. Then I felt as his hand slowly and
deliberately slid all the way down to my foot, and then back up again,
until it came to rest on my buttcheek again.

Once again, I stopped breathing. Neither of us said a word, and Cory didn't
move his hand. Then I felt him lightly squeezing. For about three or four
minutes we were frozen with his hand alternating between caressing,
cupping, and squeezing my buttcheek. Then, off in the distance, we heard
voices again. Cory sprang back into action, and I heard him swooping back
over to his post at the light switch. I missed feeling his hand on me.

The voices got louder and louder, and then the lights went on. This time we
heard a chorus of laughter, and slurred drunken voices. The lights stayed
on.

"Oh DAMN that's a pretty ass! Baby, I'm comin' in! Get ready!" More
laughter.

The lights stayed on. More comments. I thought I was going to pass out from
a combination of being horny, scared, and excited. But still... the lights
stayed on.

"Cory- turn the lights off!!!!" My teeth were clenched, every muscle in my
body was tense, and my little dick was throbbing.

Finally, Cory turned the lights off. We heard the grunts and swearing of
disappointed guys out on the sidewalk... then slowly their voices
disappeared into the night.

"Shit... Joey, that was fuckin hot. They think you're a chick" Cory was
back beside the bed, and was excited beyond belief. He brought his hand
down with a light slap on my butt, and then gave it a quick squeeze.

The scare I felt during my exposure had definitely killed the mood for me,
but feeling his hand back on me was nice, and I was getting very excited
again.

"OK, well it worked, so we're done. Can you hand me my underwear, please?"
Mostly I wanted to cover myself up so he wouldn't see my growing
excitement...

"No way! I have another idea now..."


To be continued...