Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2011 05:04:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Stephanie Silver <sjtw69@gmail.com>
Subject: I Was Abducted By Sex-Crazed Space Aliens in Burley, Idaho

I Was Abducted By Sex-Crazed Space Aliens in Burley, Idaho
by Stephanie Silver


Chapter 5


So, if you've been keeping track of details, you'll realize that I was
walking down the streets of Burley, Idaho, dressed like a girl. And the
closer we got to home, the more I realized just how dangerous that was. For
me. I mean, if my dad, Riley Thomas, were to come along and find me... I'd
be dead, pure and simple. Okay, maybe not actually dead, but... It wouldn't
be a good day to be me.

All right, you can relax. He didn't catch me. As you can tell, since I'm
still obviously very much alive.

But Anna Marie, with her superior space alien intelligence, picked up on my
anxieties, and without me having to say anything, came up with a
solution. "We better stop at my house first and let you change clothes
before you go home."

So we did, and I changed back into my boy clothes, and that's the end of
the story.

No, in a way, this is where the story starts getting even better. Somehow
we zipped through the kitchen from the back door, past her grandmother (who
looked no more like a space alien than Anna Marie did, so you really have
to admire their disguise makers) and up the stairs to Anna Marie's bedroom.

And, oh, wow! Two things going on at once here to make a twelve-year-old
boy's mind start going a million miles a minute. The first one was that I
was actually finally in that house, the one I talked about earlier there on
the corner that looked like nobody ever lived in it but somehow still kept
that lived-in look. My head was on a swivel, looking around, trying to
locate the space ships and stuff, but it just looked like an ordinary old
house that an ordinary old couple would live in. Sneaky, those space
aliens. They must have hid all the space stuff down in the basement. Just
in case, you know, humans were to ever drop by for a visit.

And her grandma was making dinner or something, and acting like there was
nothing unusual about having an Earthling-boy in her home. Maybe she was
just used to seeing Earthling boys dressed like girls walking hurriedly
through her kitchen. I'm sure I don't know. All I know is she barely looked
up as Anna Marie hustled me through, saying, "Hi Grandma!"

"How was swimming?" asked Grandma as we made our way through the living
room.

"Fine," yelled Anna Marie from the stair case.

And then I was in Anna Marie's bedroom! And, yeah, that definitely deserves
an exclamation point. I mean, she might have been a space alien and all
that, but she was still a female -- I knew `cause I'd seen her tits - and I
was a boy, and even though I didn't know a lot at the time about what boys
and girls did in the privacy of a girl's bedroom - which, since I was
dressed more like a girl at the time, might not have mattered if I did - I
still knew it was one of those places on earth that boys - heterosexual
boys anyway - dream about being.

And, to be honest, it didn't look any more like a space alien girl's
bedroom than did the rest of the house. Which isn't to say it didn't still
look pretty strange. But I'm talking strange looking in the sense that it
looked nothing like a boy's bedroom. And it didn't even look much like my
older sister's bedroom, although my older sister wasn't exactly the best
example to use when it comes to Earthling femininity. She's more of an
athlete tomboy kind of girl.

It was just different. Purple! The walls were purple. Kind of a light
pastel purple -- lavender, I guess, is the correct term - and newly
painted, judging from the smell. The bed was a canopy, with lots of white
lace trim and a lavender satin ribbon woven through the comforter. A girl's
bed, most definitely. On the desk were some pictures and a vase filled with
daisies. And clothes everywhere!. Girl clothes. Except for on the floor.
Everything was hung up neatly, here and there, as if the closet had sprung
a leak and needed to start spreading its contents out into the nearby
bedroom to make more room.

She pointed me to the bathroom where I washed the makeup off my face, and
then had me take off the shorts and t-shirt. "You looked cute in that
outfit," she said as I undressed.

And, yes, I undressed right there in her room right there in front of
her. Right down to my bra -- with the rolled up socks still in it -- and
panties. I'm not sure if I even thought of asking for privacy. Even if I
had, I'm not sure Anna Marie would have given it to me. Plus, by that
point, she'd already seen me naked or in panties, so there didn't seem to
be a lot of reason for modesty.

"How did you like wearing a bra?" she asked as she looked at me.

"It was fun," I said shyly. There didn't seem to be any point in denying
it.

"I can tell," she said. "Or else you would have taken that off, too."

Okay, she probably had a point there. I didn't have a response to that,
other than a blush.

"It's okay," she assured. "I don't mind if you like wearing my things. Was
it fun walking past those guys?"

I nodded. "Yes."

She grinned. "That one guy, I think, thought you were really cute. Did you
see the way he was looking at you?"

I nodded again, blushing.

"It's because you have a cute butt," she stated. "Here, turn around. Let me
see it again."

I turned, and let Anna Marie look at my behind.

"Yes," she said, "Panties really make your butt look sexy, Chris. You
should wear them all the time."

I didn't have a clue what to say in response to that. Figuring she was done
looking, I turned back around, wondering what was next. "I probably should
go home," I said at length.

Anna Marie looked disappointed. "It's still early," she said. "We could
play here for a while."

"Okay," I shrugged.

She was quiet for a few moments, and then said, "Want to play Truth or
Dare?"

"Okay."

"Okay, you go first. Truth or Dare?"

Telling the truth seemed harmless enough. "Truth."

She pursed her lips for a moment in that way that made her look sexy and
smart at the same time. "Okay, tell me about a boy from your school that
you think is cute."

I was a little confused. Just because I was dressed like a girl, what made
her think I knew anything at all about which boys at my school were cute?
"I don't know," I protested, not wanting to answer the question.

She frowned. And that frown scared me. Scared me in a way I never
imagined. It said that if I refused to play fair - if I refused to answer -
the game would be over. Over! As in I'd put my boy clothes back on and
leave and never see her again. I probably wouldn't even get one of her
grandma's oatmeal cookies on the way out. I knew I had to do better. "Okay,
let me think for a minute," I said.

Anna Marie's frown disappeared and she waited patiently as I started to
think. One person did come to mind. And only one person. What did that
mean? Did it mean I had a secret crush on him? Or did it just mean my mind
refused to think about this subject any further than it had to? But, if
that was the case, then why was I suddenly thinking about him in such
detail and clarity? Was there something about wearing a bra and panties
while you were standing in a girl's lavender-painted bedroom that made you
suddenly start thinking about boys in a whole different way?

"Okay, his name is Derek," I said. "Derek Hammond." And I couldn't believe
I had just said a boy's name out loud, fully intending to tell someone that
I thought he was cute and why.

"Describe him," Anna Marie said, crossing her feet at the ankles.

"He's tall," I began, focusing on the image of the boy from my school. "He
has dark, curly hair."

"What color are his eyes?" asked Anna Marie.

"Blue," I answer, seeing Derek's gorgeous blue eyes in my mind, looking
right back at me.

She smiles. "He sounds dreamy. What do you like best about him?"

The truth was I barely knew him. The truth was, even though we went to the
same elementary school, we would attend different junior highs. The truth
was I knew I might never see him again. The truth was I was a little
disappointed about that. So why couldn't I think of anyone else? "I don't
know," I said, being honest. "He's cute, but...." I was still being
truthful, even though I couldn't imagine why I was suddenly describing
another boy as being cute.

"But what?" asked Anna Marie, enthralled.

I thought for a moment, and then answered truthfully. "It's his
personality. He's easy to talk to. I feel like, if I knew him better, we
could be friends."

"Really good friends?" she asks.

I blush, knowing what she's implying. "Yes."

She nodded thoughtfully at my answer, apparently accepting it as actual
truth.  "Okay, now do me."

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," she said with a giggle.

I had no idea what an acceptable dare would be. "I dare you..." I paused,
thinking. I could only think of one thing. "... to show me your tits." And
then I quickly added, "Again," to make sure she understood there was
precedence behind my bold request.

Anna Marie smiled and shook her head. "That wouldn't be appropriate," she
said, causing me to blush furiously. Why had I even thought it? And, if it
was so inappropriate, why had it been acceptable the day before?

"You'll have to think of something else," she said. "I know. Why don't you
dare me to take off my clothes and we'll both be in our underwear. How does
that sound?"

And so pretty soon I was sitting on the bed, in bra and panties, next to
Anna Marie in her bra and panties. Her bra was powder blue, same as mine,
but looked more like a real bra, with straps that went around and over her
shoulders and snapped in the back, with cups in the front that did their
job without covering up half her chest the way mine did. Her panties were
the same color as her bra and made of the same material -- a light cotton -
with a narrow waistband connecting the front part to the back part. "Truth
or dare?" she asked, not giving me time to really look at her.

I chose a dare, and she pursed her lips again before saying, "Have you ever
kissed a girl before?"

Technically that was a truth question, but it sounded like she was leading
up to something, so I didn't argue. "No."

"Want to try?" she asked.

"Okay."

"Okay, you have to sit right next to me," she said, and then moved so that
she was next to me. I could feel our thighs touching. Warm. Smooth. Soft.

The kiss went pretty well, I guess. It was my first romantic kiss. It was
short, but satisfactory. At least she wasn't complaining.

After, she looked at me for a moment or two and then said, "Want to try
French kissing?"

"I don't know how," I confessed.

"It's easy," she said. "But it's easier if we lay down." She lay back,
pulling me back with her until we were lying on her bed side by side, our
feet still dangling off the side. She turned slightly onto her hip, and
pulled me toward her so that I was in the same position, but mirrored. "Now
we just kiss again," she instructed, "but this time open your mouth."

She moved her face to mine, and I pursed my lips for a kiss, and then
remembered to open my mouth. As I did, Anna Marie's tongue came out and
went inside my mouth where it swirled around a few times and then left.

When I didn't respond, she pulled away slightly and said, "Now you stick
your tongue in my mouth."

We kissed again, and this time when we both opened our mouths, I stuck my
tongue into her mouth, swirled it around a few times, feeling her teeth and
the soft squishiness of her tongue.

With our first French-kissing lesson completed successfully, we moved apart
again. "Want to try making out?" she then asked.

I shrugged. It sounded fun. "Okay."

"You can feel my boobs this time if you want" she said.

We made out for a minute or two. I felt her breasts with my hand as we
kissed, surprised at how soft they were. We took turns putting our tongues
in each other's mouths, until finally Anna Marie said we were finished.

Acting almost as if nothing had happened, she put her clothes back on, and
began looking around the room for something. Finding a brown skirt on a
hanger, she removed it from the hanger and handed it to me. "Put this in
your bag," she said, "and then when you meet me at the fence tonight, be
wearing it."

"Should I give back your bra and these panties?" I asked.

"No, keep those, too. I want you to be dressed completely like a girl when
you leave your tent. And be wearing the earrings, necklace and anklet,
too.."

"Okay," I said.

Then, remembering something, she looked around the room once more, finally
locating a pink blouse. "Here, wear this too," she said. "It looks good
with that skirt. Do you want to wear some nylons?"

"Uh, I guess so."

She went to a drawer and found some. They were brown and sheer, and wadded
into an oblong ball. "These have a few runs in them," she said, "but for
what you're doing, they'll be okay. I was going to throw them out, but
hoped I could get one more wearing out of them. Have you ever worn nylons
before?"

I shook my head no.

"Okay, they're panty hose, so put them on over your panties. Just put your
toe in, and then pull them up a little, and then put your other toe in and
keep pulling them up until they're all the way up. Okay?"

I nodded that I felt like I could handle it, and she smiled sweetly.

"Want to kiss one more time?" she asked before I left.

"Okay."

This time we kissed standing up, next to the door to the hall. We took
turns again putting our tongues in each other's mouths, and I felt her
boobs some more.

And then I was walking past her Grandma, carrying a bag filled with my wet
swimwear and some more of Anna Marie's clothes. "Here, have a cookie before
you go," said her grandmother, holding out a plate of oatmeal cookies.