Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2008 11:26:00 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Mall, Chap. 1

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
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
the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences
of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been
made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers
and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the
author. This is a continuation of "Wet Panties" that is in "Bisexual,
Urination" dated Oct. 7. While it is not necessary to read that story
first, it will make this one easier to understand.

				 The Mall
			    by Amber Fountaine

				Chapter One

	My life was changing so fast I couldn't keep up. Not only was I
going through puberty - which if you don't remember is enough to drive any
young teen crazy - but my dad had recently remarried. To confuse that issue
even more, in addition to getting a new mom, I got a sister as well.
	Roni - no one called my new step-sister by her real name, Veronica
- was a little older and a whole lot smarter; especially when it came to
things that were important like boys and sex. In less than a week - less
than a day actually - she'd taught me things about myself that I wouldn't
have dreamed. She'd watched as I'd sucked off my friend Chris, and to be
honest it wasn't just her urging that made that happen. I'll admit I'd been
thinking about it and I might . . . okay, I'm almost certain I'd have
gotten around to doing that without her help. What was really strange was
that I'd done it while dressed as a girl (See, "Wet Panties," in "Bisexual,
Urination). That part had been at her suggestion after she'd hidden and
watched while I jacked off with a pair of panties she'd pissed in, And that
had been just the start of it.
	She'd gotten her hands on some old porno novels and a bunch of them
were about guys that dressed as women and were bisexual. She'd become
fascinated by the idea and I'd been the perfect guy for her to turn those
fantasies into reality. To my utter amazement, I'd loved every minute of
it.
	Now, as she picked out some of her clothes for me to wear for our
shopping trip to the mall, she had her boyfriend and his best friend
waiting in the den for us and she'd promised them that I'd blow each of
them in return for driving us to the mall and back. It seemed to me like
for just over the previous 24 hours, Roni had kept me in this sort of
strange sexual purgatory that was a mix of fear and excitement. While each
step I was taking seemed to take me further away from being Kyle and more
into being `Kayla' the sissy cum slut, the excitement I felt was so
addictive that it overcame the fear that should have held me back.
	It was sort of silly to consider myself a `cum slut' at that stage,
but it was hard to deny it too. When Chris had shot off in my mouth,
instead of pulling his cock out of my mouth or spitting it out as I'd heard
most girls do, I'd swallowed it without any hesitation, savoring the taste
of his seed. That had been the first time I'd sucked a cock and it had
happened just the morning before. In some ways it seemed like weeks ago. I
was very surprised - and disappointed - that Chris hadn't come over this
morning looking for more. Every time I thought of Chris I fantasized about
him giving me his cock to suck every day - and more if he wanted. I know I
did! I was so excited by this newfound pleasure that I was more than
willing to suck cock until I got blisters on my lips. It seemed incredible
to me that I could enjoy doing something so much when it was supposed to be
the other guy that was getting the pleasure. And speaking of pleasure, he'd
done a damn good job of blowing me too. I was pretty sure that it hadn't
been Chris's first time, like it had been mine, and I wanted to find out
more about what Chris had done and with who.
	As Roni helped me put on one of the bras she'd given me, I
commented, "I wonder why Chris hasn't called?"
	She laughed. "You sound more like a girl already. Save yourself
some grief. Guys don't call just because they say they're going to - even
if you suck their dicks."
	Of course I blushed, but ignored her remark. "He didn't say he'd
call today. He was going to call me last night when he got back from the
baseball game."
	"So why didn't you call him?"
	"I got busy and forgot."
	She laughed, knowing without asking exactly what had kept my so
busy. "Did `Sissy Kayla' make any new friends on the internet?"
	"I didn't try to write to anyone. I . . . I just looked at pictures
and stuff."
	"And played with your little clitty?"
	She knew me too well to deny it so I nodded. We didn't speak at all
for a bit as Roni put polish on my nails, but as soon as she was done, and
she was doing hers while mine dried, she started in again. "You should have
written to the guy that said he went to the park and the mall where we're
going and maybe he would have agreed to meet you."
	She was talking about a letter we'd seen yesterday on one of the
eGroups that was from a local guy that was telling everyone where he
cruised for sex. He'd said that one of the men's bathrooms at `Ledge Falls
Park' was a good spot to get blown and that the men's room at the mall
where we were going shopping was another. The possibility of meeting a
complete stranger like that, not knowing who he was or what he might look
like was another of those scary yet exciting thoughts. That reminded me of
something.
	"What's a `glory hole'?" I asked her.
	Roni was picking out a tank top and blouse combination for me to
wear and paused to give me a blank look. She shrugged. "Don't know. Where
did you hear that?"
	"In one of the groups on the net. A couple of the guys writing to
one of the bi-sex groups were talking about finding their favorite `glory
holes' had been closed. I thought at first it was like, you know, one of
their holes or something, like they were talking about a person, but it was
in a building somewhere - I think maybe the bathroom."
	"Beats me. I think I've read something about it in some of my books
but I don't know for sure what they were talking about. I don't spend a lot
of time in the boy's bathroom. Must be gay slang for something. Maybe Jim
knows."
	That remark surprised me. "Jim is gay?" She'd made a couple of
comments about suspecting that Jim was bi. But the way she'd just said,
"Maybe Jim knows," as if he knew all the proper gay terminology, I thought
that maybe he was really gay.
	She laughed. "I doubt it. Not the way he pesters me for pussy. But
I'm pretty sure he's bi and won't admit it. I'm sure he and the other guy
waiting on us have fooled around together like you have with Chris. Which
reminds me. You always want to keep a guy waiting a little bit, but not too
long - and that's especially true if you think they're bi. You can make
straight guys wait like for ever. But with bi guys, while we're in here
taking our sweet time, they might decide to help each other out instead of
waiting on us."
	I knew she was mostly joking - at least I thought she was. Yet my
mind began having images of the two guys in the den, naked and sucking each
other's cocks like Chris and I had done the previous morning. I wondered if
most guys our age had a good buddy they could share that with. It was an
exciting thought. What with all the other talk and the excitement of
getting dressed as Kayla, it showed - especially since I had one foot up on
the stool I was sitting on so I could finish painting my toenails.
	"Shit. We'll never get you to pass as a girl with that sticking
out," Roni remarked when she turned to check my progress.
	I knew what she meant without looking. I'd had an erection for a
while and had tried to hide it somewhat by forcing it to one side so it
didn't come out over the lacy top of the panties she'd given me to
wear. Just putting on those panties had stiffened it considerably and the
conversation and my thoughts and the images they'd created had done the
rest.
	Roni stared at the mound in the front of the panties and held up
the shorts she'd been about to hand me. "We'll never get these on you like
that," she told me. "And we don't have time for you to jack off or
whatever. I've got an idea." Then she left me standing there.
	In less than a minute she was back with one of her mom's
panty-girdles and had me put it on over the panties. While she'd been gone,
I'd managed to force my cock down into the crotch of the panties. It was
uncomfortable, but the position made my prick deflate somewhat and by
putting the panty girdle over it, the unfeminine bulge disappeared. "We
better get you one of those too," she commented.
      As we finished dressing and Roni began my makeup, my mind went back
to what she'd said to Jim and Randy about keeping their hands off each
other. Then I thought about what Randy had said coming in the door, about
how cool it was that I `get' to dress up. Jim had remarked, "Nice," and
yeah, it was nice to know he approved. But Randy's comment had sounded to
me like he not only approved, he was envious that I got to dress that
way. Did that mean he did it too? How cool would that be! Or maybe he
wanted to? Could he be one of the people in the cross-dressing groups? Most
of the messages were from guys that did it all the time, but I'd seen
several that were from guys, mostly younger guys, that wanted to but didn't
have a way to do it - at least not as often as they wanted. And to me, some
of the pictures looked like some of the guys were pretty young.
      Then I thought, wouldn't it be weird if I came across someone in one
of those groups that did turn out to be someone I knew? Or a friend of a
friend or something? That could be embarrassing - for both of us. But it
could lead to a lot of fun too . . . Would two guys that both enjoyed
dressing like girls still be gay guys if they had sex or would they be make
believe lesbians or . . .
	"Okay Sis," Roni told me when she was satisfied with her
efforts. "I didn't use as much makeup as yesterday. Yesterday we were going
for effect. But girls don't wear that much makeup or none at all to go
shopping."
	I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and then at the one on
the back of the door to my room. I wondered if Roni had called me Sis
because of the Sissy Kayla name or if she really was thinking of me as her
sister. Seeing us in the mirror together, I thought we really did look like
sisters - or was that wishful thinking on my part? I noticed Roni was
watching me in the mirror and I smiled at her.
	"You're really turning into a girl. That's exactly how I look at
myself when I'm getting ready." Then she handed me a pair of her socks that
didn't have tops to them. "Wear these so we can try on shoes and wear those
white slip-on shoes you wear around the pool. They look almost feminine."
Then she turned to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Now go keep the
guys entertained while I finish. And I DON"T MEAN on your knees - no matter
if they do or say."
	I smiled and blushed and took one more quick glance in the mirror
before heading for the den to see what Jim and Randy thought. I shouldn't
have been at all concerned about that.
	"Wow!" Randy said as soon as he saw me and Jim commented, "I'd fuck
her."
	That sort of took me by surprise. All I'd done or considered doing
was sucking cock. Jim's remark that he'd fuck me made me think of that for
the first time and I quickly realized that there was a very good chance
that I might get fucked like a girl before I ever had the chance to fuck a
girl. Sort of ironic in a way. The guys at school were always talking about
getting their first piece of ass and here I was considering when I'd get to
be someone's first piece of ass. Somehow I found that humorous enough that
I started to giggle - just like a little girl. Then I told them, "Roni said
I should keep you entertained while she finishes getting ready. But we're
not supposed to do anything." I could tell that came as a bitter
disappointment to Jim who was rubbing his crotch. I hadn't mentioned
anything about `on my knees' yet they'd understood anyway.
	"Do you always do everything Roni tells you?" Jim asked.
	I wanted to deny she was the boss of me, but how could I? Prior to
getting caught playing with her pissed in panties, the few conversations
between Roni and me had been short and polite. That had all changed when
she'd stepped out of the shower naked and began telling me what I should do
next. And since that moment the previous morning, I'd done everything Roni
had told me - and I'd done it gladly. So after taking a moment to think
about it, I told him, "Yeah, I do."
	Randy had other concerns. "Do you wear her clothes or do you have
your own?" He wanted to know.
	"Some of both," I told him. That was a bit of an exaggeration since
everything I had on was Roni's except the old bra she'd given me. "She's
going to help me pick out some things today while we're shopping."
	Jim got a concerned look on his face. "That could take all day."
	I was sure his concern was how much time we'd have for sex if we
didn't get back until late afternoon. Roni had told me that he had the day
off, but he might need to work the evening shift. "Do you have to work
tonight?" I asked.
	Jim shook his head. "No. But my folks are home and her mom gets
home around five."
	That confirmed that he was thinking exactly as I'd suspected. Then
Randy said something that to me, pretty much confirmed Roni's suspicions.
	"Dude, we can always go to my house," he told Jim. "My folks are
still gone and grandma stays in her room. She never hears us."
	"We don't make noises like Roni does," he answered and then glanced
at me to see if they'd said something to give themselves away.
	I tried to keep a dumb, confused look on my face but I knew what he
meant. I remembered when I'd been in the shower with Roni, drinking her pee
and licking at Roni's pussy, that Roni had made all kinds of animal like
sounds I'd never heard before. I figured if Roni made those kinds of noises
just because she was peeing in my mouth, then she must make some hellacious
racket when she really had sex. And from what they'd said, it sounded to me
like Jim and Randy had sex without making any noise. I didn't recall that
Chris or I had made any noise when we'd swapped blow jobs so in my
estimation, the guys cryptic remarks were proof they had sex together. At
least that was the conclusion I intended to share with Roni when I had a
chance.
	I might have tried to draw out the conversation and see if I could
get Jim or Randy to say something else to confirm my conclusion, but Roni
walked up behind me about then.
	Speaking to Roni and indicating with a nod of his head that he was
talking about me, Randy told her, "She looks nice, and you do to."
	Somehow Randy was aware that Roni had a lot to do with my dressing
as Kayla. I suspected that Roni had talked to Jim on the phone and told him
all about it and then Jim had passed it on to Randy. The previous evening,
after Roni had gotten me dressed in one of her nighties for bed, I gotten
on the computer and Roni had gone to her room and gotten on the phone. She
was still talking to someone when I'd shut the computer down. Whether it
had been one long conversation or several, I had no idea, but she'd had
plenty of time to tell someone - or several someones - everything that had
happened that day. What really got me thinking though was that Randy was
again showing constrained interest in me . . . or the way I was dressed
. . . or possibly both.
	I would have loved to have stayed there and continued that
discussion, and everything it might have hopefully led to, but Roni ushered
us all out the door. She had no problem getting Jim going as soon as she
reminded him that the sooner we left, the sooner we'd be back. He all but
grabbed Randy's hand and pulled him out to his car.
	They decided that I should sit in back with Randy and that was fine
with me. I was beginning to think he was a kindred soul. That possibility
increased in my mind when Randy brushed my bare thigh with his fingertips
and softly asked if I shaved my legs.
	"I did most of it," I told him, just loud enough for the two in
front to hear. "But Roni had to help me with the hard to reach places."
	"Cool," Randy told me. Then just as he was about to rub my thigh
again and say something to me, he saw Roni turn in her seat to speak to us
and he jerked his hand back. But not in time that it wasn't noticed.
	Roni was grinning and looking back and forth from Randy to me. Then
she said, "Randy, if you ever decide you want to dress up like Kayla, let
me know. I think you'd look cute." Then she looked at me and asked, "What
do you think?"
	I could see Randy was embarrassed, but he wasn't denying anything
either. I was about to comment that Randy would look cute as she'd
suggested but Jim jumped into the conversation.
	"What are you doing?" he asked Roni. "Trying to convert everyone
into sissies?"
	"I hadn't thought about it like that," she told him. "But it's not
a bad idea."
	"Well you sure as hell aren't going to make a sissy out of me."
	I was afraid for a moment that the two were going to get in a fight
and that Kayla's shopping excursion, to say nothing of the promised sex
that was to follow, would all be called off. But instead of arguing with
Jim, Roni just smiled in a wicked, knowing, confident way that I'd come to
recognize in women. It was what I'd call in later years, "The Power of the
Pee Hole," and it was something that girls learn in puberty. They were
possessed of something that men want to the point that they can get the
guys to do just about anything. I was pretty sure that before Jim got any
more pussy from Roni, that he'd have to wear panties - or something equally
as sissified to get it. Jim had challenged Roni and Roni didn't argue. She
didn't have to. She knew she had what it took to win any argument. She was
sitting on it.
	While the argument I'd feared never developed, I was disappointed
that Randy kept his hands to himself for the remainder of the trip. But
when we were getting out of the car, when everyone else was turned the
other way, he made a point of putting his hand on my ass and giving it an
amorous squeeze. Right away he recognized that I had on a panty-girdle and
commented on it out of hearing of the others.
	"Afraid you're gonna pop some wood?" he teased.
	"Roni's idea," I told him. "I got hard while she was dressing me."
	"You're one lucky son-of-a-bitch."
	"You mean `cause I get to dress up?"
	"Uh . . . yeah, that too. I meant about Roni. I don't think Jim
really likes her and I think she's fuckin' awesome."
	"So you'd like her to dress you up too?"
	"I . . . I don't . . . I'm not sure." Then he looked at me, totally
serious, and asked, "She really likes to do that huh?"
	I was about to give Randy a brief explanation of what I knew about
Roni and the porno books that seemed to have given her the idea of dressing
guys like girls. She and Jim had walked ahead which had allowed Randy and I
to talk, but they'd suddenly realized that Randy and I were hanging back
and stopped to wait on us. That ended the discussion for the moment, but I
was learning more about Randy all the time. I thought I had time for one
more quick question. "Maybe next time you and Jim are fooling around
together you could dress up and let Roni watch you?"
	I'm not sure I would have believed a denial, but Randy didn't
bother. Instead he got a sort of serious, contemplative look on his face
and asked, "You really think she'd like that?"
	"Probably. I know she's looking forward to watching me suck you and
Jim."
	The look he gave me told me as much as his words. "Are you serious?
You're really gonna do that?"
	It was apparent to me that Randy had been thinking it was all a big
joke and that Roni had been teasing them about having me suck them off in
exchange for driving us to the mall. Jim was assuming that he'd get to fuck
Roni and Randy was assuming he'd be left to his own devices. He was
astounded to learn that I was actually going to suck his dick. I gave him
my most feminine smile and answered, "I sure hope so."
	"Oh wow," he muttered.
	"Oh wow what?" Jim asked, now that we were within earshot.
	"Kayla really is going to blow the both of us like she said."
	By then we'd reached the mall entrance. Jim stopped just outside
the doors and looked at me, Roni, and Randy, and then back to me. "No
shit?"
	"A promise is a promise," I said, smiling.
	"What's the matter," Roni asked him. "Didn't you believe me?"
	Wisely, Jim didn't answer that. Instead he countered with, ""Where
to first?"
	We'd entered in the middle of the mall and Roni looked around for a
moment, then told us, "Well, first we should get Miss Kayla some pretty
panties of her own so she doesn't have to wear mine all the time. And I
need a few things too and we both need to get some shoes . . . and I doubt
you guys want to follow us to all the stores. So . . . how about we meet at
the food court in . . ." She glanced at her watch, then suggested, "An hour
and a half."
	I could tell Randy was disappointed he wasn't going to get to go
with us while Roni picked out things for Kayla to wear. On the other hand,
Jim seemed relieved. Roni also sensed Randy's unhappiness and cheered him
noticeably when she suggested, "When we get back home, Miss Kayla can model
her new things for us."
	As soon as the guys went their way, I was sure we'd go to look at
lingerie. However Roni's mind was not that easy to follow and we spent the
first thirty minutes looking at coats and jackets at two different
stores. One even had a lingerie section that we passed through and she
smiled at me when I hesitated, thinking sure we'd stop. But she just shook
her head, told me, "Not here," and we went on. When we were out of the
store and in the open area of the mall, she explained, "They have pretty
stuff, but the dressing rooms aren't very private. Jen and I nearly got
caught."
	With Jim and Randy and the blowjobs that had been promised for
later, my mind had completely forgotten about what she'd told me about her
and Jenifer getting turned on in the dressing rooms while shopping and then
going home to have sex. Then, in the manner that I was to learn was typical
of Roni, as soon as she had me thinking along the lines of sharing a
dressing room with her, she stopped at a shoe store to try on shoes
instead.
	Following Roni's lead, and not wanting to talk any more than I had
to, I let the young man in the shoe store measure my feet. I thought I was
doing real well, but when he went to get some shoes for us to try on, Roni
hissed at me, "Keep your knees together you slut!"
	I wasn't wearing a dress so I hadn't given it any thought. When I'd
been wearing the maid's outfit, Roni had shown me how to sit properly when
wearing a skirt. But since I had on shorts, I'd sat with my legs apart like
a guy would do, never thinking that with the loose legged shorts, the guy
probably had a good look at the panty-girdle I'd been given and hopefully,
it was effectively hiding the shape of my cock and balls beneath it.
	I learned something else about shopping that day. In the past, when
I needed something, we'd gone to get it and carried it home. However Roni
didn't want to carry a bunch of boxes and bags all over the mall, and
instead, had each store hold our purchases to be collected on the way out,
"when we have the guys to help carry them," she explained.
	Then, at last, we entered the lingerie store that would be the
final step in changing my life forever.
	"Sinful Secrets" was like a whole new world to me. I'd been through
the lingerie department of numerous stores on many shopping trips from as
far back as I could remember being dragged along by my mom, up to just a
few minutes earlier with Roni. None were like, "Sinful Secrets." There was
a sign about how they had the gift wrap for the world's most precious
present and I had to believe that was true. I could remember in science
class when the teacher had been talking about how the male of the species
was always the more colorful so that he could attract a mate and thinking
that was different with humans because the boys all wore drab clothes and
women dressed so much nicer and that it was especially true of their
underwear and night clothes. Guys slept in pajamas or their plain old
underwear while women got to wear beautiful underwear and gorgeous
nightgowns. As I marveled at all the luscious lingerie on display, I
wondered if maybe lingering thoughts like that had made it so easy for Roni
to get me to wear lingerie. It seemed to me that every step I took and
every movement I made reminded me that I was wearing sexy, feminine
under-things instead of my boring boy's underwear.
	I was still in awe, wondering what to look at first, when one of
the two sales ladies came up to Roni and asked, "Are you going to behave
yourself in here this time?"
	Roni just smiled at her and didn't say yes or no. "Jen is gone for
most of the summer," she told the older girl, like that would explain
everything. "This is my friend Kayla and we need to get a few things for
both of us. Do you have any baby-dolls with panties that will fit over a
diaper?"
	I'm sure my jaw dropped. That was the first time diapers had been
mentioned since . . . yesterday at the computer. It seemed like a
week. Since sucking cock and dressing as a maid and thinking about sucking
cock and the intimacy I'd been sharing with Roni and where all that might
lead, I'd totally forgotten about her wanting to put me in diapers or wear
them too. Yet I wasn't so stunned that I didn't notice the sales lady's
stern look soften immediately when Roni mentioned diapers.
	"I think we have a few," she said, almost grinning now. "And we
also have some very pretty ruffled briefs that would look adorable over a
diaper." As she came to a stop next to a rack of short nighties, she asked
Roni, "Which of you still enjoys the diapers?"
	Roni grinned right back at her and said, "We both do."

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