Date: Tue, 23 Feb 2010 20:34:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Delia Hoppe <deliahoppe@ymail.com>
Subject: Tammy's Friend (TG) by Delia Hoppe

Tammy's Friend

by Delia Hoppe

"Do you know, ah, that kid with the spiky blonde hair?"

"Umh, you mean that little sissy fag Tammy?"

"Yeah, you know her, doncha? I hear yer even friends with her."

"N-n-no, ah, umh, I mean ..."

"Lissen kid, we all know yer a little queer. Don't try to pretend yer like
us. Go play with the girls. Go play dressup with yer faggot friend Tammy."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, homo. What ya gonna do about it?"

I was a mess when I got home. Some of my books were torn. "Dick and Jane"
had blood on them. My nose was caked, one eye swollen. My mom asked me what
happened.

"Some kids at school beat me up. But I got some of them, too."

My mom smiled as she wiped my bruised little face. I could see the irony in
her eyes. We both knew that I was never going to fit in.

"The boy next door wants to be friends with you."

"He's a sissy."

My mom's face hardened. "He can still be your friend."

And Tammy and I did become friends, although our mothers never did.

Two little misfits with unwieldy illustrious monikers. When our second
grade teacher called the roll, I had to answer to "Delano," but the
snickers it provoked were nothing compared to those that awaited
"Tamerlane."

At recess and lunchtime we skipped rope with the girls, and after school we
went to Tammy's house, where her mom showed me how to be "Delia."

She stood both of us on the kitchen table and put lipstick on our lower
lips, showing us how to bite down and smudge our mouths in voluptuous
red. Tammy got the full treatment, with eyeshadow and makeup, while I was
left relatively "au naturel." The best part, though, was dressing
up. Tammy's mom dressed sluttily, and she decked us out like little
tarts. Tammy had a maid's outfit, with a short little skirt that didn't
even cover her ass cheeks. I liked wearing a naughty nighty kind of
thing. It had a deliciously silky feel, and made my little cock
tingle. When I twirled around, the top swished and floated up above my
waist. I was an ethereal little fairy. Tammy's mom said I looked sexy.

When it was time for me to go home for supper, I'd quickly don my boy
clothes and straighten up. Tammy would still be dolled up when I left.

Being gay was against the law in those days, so when I sucked my first cock
I knew I was a criminal. And if I told you now how old I was, I would be
complicit in a heinous crime in the eyes of the law and society today. So I
better not tell. It was Tammy and her mom though, who introduced me to the
man who taught me the evil ways of deviant sex. The man who took my anal
virginity and turned me from a boy into a girl.

"Is Del home?" It was Tammy, talking to my mother at the front door. Friday
night after supper, and I was doing homework. Reading a school book,
anyway.

"Can he come over?"

My mom was smiling as I thumped down the stairs. "Looks like he's now
available," she said.

Tammy smirked at my approach. She was brazen now, her blue eyes highlighted
by mascaraed lashes.

"Wanna come over?"

"Sure."

"Home by midnight, Cinderella," leered my mother. I wondered just what she
thought, or knew, about what was going on.

By this time I knew what the reader has known from the beginning: Tammy's
mom was pimping her kid as a tranny whore and she was going to turn me out
too. I was nervous, but excited. Tammy and I were platonic friends, but
she'd told me what it was like to be fucked, and I was ready.

We went into her house by the back door. Loud voices and laughter came from
the living room. Men drinking, I knew. Half an hour later we reemerged from
Tammy's room, two hot little sluts in heels that made us chest high
jailbait. My blonde wig was probably the only hint that I couldn't possibly
be a real girl. Marilyn Monroe didn't scale down to that size. I wasn't
wearing panties, and I could feel the dollop of vaseline plugging my little
anus dripping a bit. My little cock twitched against the charmeuse of my
skirt. My eyes were wide and my knees shaking. Wobbling on my 3" heels, I
felt the eyes of men devouring me. When I dared focus, I looked around the
room and counted four. Tammy went into the kitchen. Her mom came out,
smiling at me. Taking my arm, she led me to a darkened corner of the room,
where a small, emaciated man with a large forehead, owlish eyes, and a
brush moustache sat in an armchair.

"Ed, this is Delia, a friend of Tamerlane's." (One of Tamerlane's friends,
she meant-- I was already a pedant if not yet a pederast.) Ed rose from his
chair, and with a courtly bow, took my little hand and pressed it to his
lips.

"I am charmed," he croaked, and I giggled foolishly. A minute later I was
in his lap, and Tammy's mom was gone. The room seemed quieter. Tammy, her
cute maid's apron enlisting the help of a tray of drinks to obscure
glimpses of her barely concealed little penis, came out of the kitchen and
stood smiling shyly before us. "Thank you, Tammy," croaked Ed, handing me a
goblet from the tray before selecting a large tumbler for himself. Then
Tammy was gone and we drank. Mine was fizzy and kinda sweet; his was strong
smelling whiskey, downed in prodigious draughts. His dark eyes shone. For a
moment his crazed look of intoxication alarmed me, but when he set his
empty glass on the side table and smilingly touched my knee, I knew I liked
him. He could hold his liquor no better than a child, and must have been a
dirty old man since birth. He whispered slurred, lascivious compliments in
my ear. His hand slid up under my skirt and caressed my hairless package,

 encircling my stiff little penis in a warm fist. I gasped with pleasure as
he stroked. Both his hands roamed over me now, and I abandoned myself to
the sensual thrill of being taken by a man. I was a girl and I was going to
be kissed, fondled, and fucked. I wanted him to do everything. And I wanted
to do everything. Wanted to suck his cock and feel it in my little bum.

The reader perhaps now envisions a scene of debauchery featuring four lust
crazed men and a full grown, large breasted woman all stripped naked and
submitting a pair of pretty youths dressed as girls to every imaginable act
of perverted lewdness. If so, he may as well hie himself off to the public
library, where he will find many pages describing such scenes in the works
of the Marquis de Sade. The fact is that Eddie and I found ourselves alone
in the living room, and only shrieks and giggles from the adjoining
bedrooms betrayed the continued existence of the rest of the company. Once
I heard Tammy's muffled soubrette raised in mock protest: "No ... no.. no,
uh, ooh, no, ahhhh ..."

Meanwhile I was on my knees, sucking Eddie's tumescent cock. My skirt and
blouse were gone, and I was naked except for my wig, heels, and a training
bra, whose straps had fallen from my slender shoulders and dangled over
undeveloped sissy biceps. My nipples were almost free. Eddie groaned as my
caked lips bobbed on his hardening member. "Good girl." My little tongue
licked greedily. When I took my mouth away and looked up into his eyes, a
viscous string drooling between my lips and his pulsating knob, he smiled,
and cupped my chin in his hand. Suddenly he stood up. Seizing me by the
armpits, he raised me to him, clasped me to his chest, then lowered a hand
to my buttocks. I felt his long slender fingers trace my crack and probe my
quivering greasy rosebud. My little cock tingled and throbbed. His pants
were around his ankles. We stumbled and crashed to the floor. He turned me
over and I felt his cock push into me. I yelped at a stab of pain and then
my

 little cock spasmed with pleasure. His warm cock felt wonderful inside
me. With short little strokes he moved it in and out, faster and faster,
going just a little deeper with each thrilling thrust. It felt like it was
half way in when he filled me with his hot cum. When he pulled out, I knew
I was a girl. I felt nice, and I wanted more ...

Epilogue

We all know now that Tammy's mom ended up in jail and that Tammy is rumored
to live some kind of glamorous risque life in the big city. Tragically,
Eddie went to an early grave. Delia made it home by midnight and further
enquiries about her will be unavailing.