Spoons

Spoons, fricking spoons, it's a children's game. You pass cards around and when someone gets four of a kind; they grab a spoon. Except there is one less spoon than there are players, and if you don't get a spoon, you get a letter. You spell 'SPOON', and you're out of the game. Fast-paced and actually a lot of fun. Add tequila and six college-age young adults, and the dynamics of the game completely change.

That was our plan for the evening. Pending thunderstorms raging down from west Texas had ruined our plans to go out, so we adapted.

'We' was my roommate Carl, his sister Maggie, her roommate Eve; they lived across the hall, their boyfriends, Mike and Jimmy, and me. I'm Nick. Carl and Maggie's parents paid for both apartments. I guess they thought the siblings would take care of each other or something, that they'd get in less trouble if they watched over each other. Not hardly.

"We need to slow down, guys." Eve was getting tipsy.

"OK, OK, OK," Maggie laughed, "How about this? The winner and the loser exchange a piece of clothing; winner picks." Nobody objected. I mean, it would be like strip poker, sort of. And a chance to see Maggie or Eve's underwear, or their boobies, or well... was worth it. I knew Carl well enough to know he was right there with me. Mike and Jimmy got to see it all the time, but me and Carl? Nope. We both had friend zones larger than most small cities.

Maggie grabbed the deck of cards, sort of shuffled and dealt. It happened before I knew it. "Um, Nick." I was frantically grabbing cards from the pile. Maggie was holding up a spoon. Fuck. So was everyone else. I mean, she was wearing a skirt and top, so at least I'd get to see her underwear while she changed, right?

Who knew that a girl could take off her bra without taking her top off first? Well, not me. And the issue of parity suddenly became obvious. I was in shorts and a T-shirt. I was going to be sitting there with my friends in her bra with nothing on top of it. She just pulled my T-shirt on over her top. Totally not fair.

"Here, let me help." Maggie handed me her lacey little nothing of a bra and helped me slip it up my arms, sliding behind me and fastening it in place. When she reached around and pushed my chest into the cups, fuck me. I had nice little titties. Perfect.

"Damn, Nicole, looking hot babe." Jimmy laughed. So did everyone else.

"Yeah, fuck you, asshole. Who's deal is it?" I barked.

This time, I paid attention, and Carl got to change shirts with Mike.

A few hands later, Eve got to change tops with Maggie, and it was hot to see Eve's tits, even in her bra, if only for a minute. She was stacked, and her bra was struggling to hold it all in. The thing was, I think she liked it. Showing off that is.

I was holding my own for a while until I finally got four of a kind. I guess the surprised look on my face was too obvious. Before I could react, Maggie had grabbed a spoon. Eve somehow beat me to the last one, but just barely.

Maggie's panties hit me in the face. Really? She had shimmied them down her legs without exposing anything. Totally not fair.

"Nope. I want your boxers." She denied my offering of my shorts.

"Rules are rules, dude." Jimmy was laughing again. I slipped my boxers off, too, and did my best to hide my meager package while I slipped possibly the skimpiest thong Victoria's Secret made up my legs. At least I got to put my shorts back on. For two whole hands.

Eve squealed and practically threw her spoon across the room. I grabbed, but Mike was faster. Dammit.

Not being shy, Eve stood up and made a show of working her shorts down her legs. They were tight on her. I could barely get them fastened, and half my ass hung out, too.

"Ooh, comfy. I may just keep these." Eve giggled. I guess the upside was she was wearing these sheer lacy panties that didn't hide much. We all knew what Jimmy knew. She shaved everything.

Carl ended up wearing Eve's top, and Mike and Jimmy traded shorts. It went on like that for a while. I still hadn't won a hand. Maggie got me again. Of course, with my boxers underneath, it was nothing for her to slip off her skirt. She looked silly with my boxers bulging out of the skimpy shorts I'd gotten from Eve, but dammit, I was dressed like a girl.

"Here." Maggie pulled her arms into her top and somehow managed to get her original top off underneath it, tossing it to me. "It completes the outfit." Everybody laughed. I was wearing everything she'd started with.

"You look nice in that, Nicole." It was Mike, picking up on what Jimmy had been calling me.

"She does. I think she should wear it for the rest of the game. Let's go back to tequila shots." Eve piped in.

"Sounds good to me." Fucking Carl. I knew what Maggie thought already.

"But with a dare." Jimmy had to add his two cents.

"Wait. I don't know about this." I tried to protest. Eve had already shuffled and dealt the cards.

I decided to just be quiet and focus on the spoons, trying to make sure I got one if someone else grabbed one first.

Mike faked. I grabbed a spoon as fast as I could.

"Let's see your cards." Mike was grinning like he'd won the lottery. A six, a five, a nine, and a jack. Nobody else had grabbed a spoon.

"I dare you to give Carl a lap dance."

"Really, come on, guys." I protested again. Carl was already pulling his chair out from the table.

"Lap dance, lap dance, lap dance," they were all chanting. Jimmy pulled out his phone and started playing Beyonce's 'Naughty Girl.'

Maybe it was the tequila, maybe it was the way I felt in Maggie's clothes; I got up and went over to Carl and started grinding my butt into his crotch, just like the girl at the strip club we'd gone to on his twenty-first birthday. Jimmy and Mike were hollering and shouting. Maggie and Eve were smiling and whispering to each other. Carl put his hands on my hips and held me there, meeting my butt with his cock. Fucking jerk was getting hard. When he Ran his hands up my sides and squeezed my boobs, I did, too.

"Fuck, man, she's getting into it." It was Mike or Jimmy; I wasn't paying attention to them anymore. Leaning back into Carl, I kept humping while he dry fucked my ass. When I felt him shuddering underneath me, I got up and turned around. Smiling at him, I leaned down and, just like the stripper, kissed him full on the lips. It just felt like the right thing to do.

"Um, excuse me." He got up and ran to his room, coming back out a few minutes later with a clean pair of shorts on.

"Damn, Nicole, that was hot as fuck. I think you missed your calling." Jimmy wasn't laughing. Both he and Mike looked uncomfortable. My guess was, they were trying to hide their erections.

I finally won a hand and dared Jimmy to stand up and pull his pants down. What I didn't expect was for him to pull his boxers down with them, and to do it so readily. That and for me to be so intrigued by the size of his cock. I wasn't the only one looking. Of course, Eve knew how big he was, and she was beaming like a proud mother. Maggie was obviously impressed, Carl tried not to look, and Mike; fuck him. He stood up and did the same thing. He was bigger.

Carl won the next game and dared Eve to show us her shaved pussy. She wasn't shy at all. Eve challenged Maggie to do the same thing. She had her pubic hair shaved into a nice little heart just above her slit. Everybody got to see my modest little package, too. Even Carl got exposed. There were no more secrets, and I was the obvious loser in the manhood department.

"I dare you to let me give you a makeover." Maggie got me again. What was her deal with making me look girlie? Of course, a tequila shot accompanied each loss, and I was beyond protesting. Fortunately, what she could do to me was limited by what she and Eve had in their purses.

Still, I ended up with eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and bright red lipstick, a lot of bright red lipstick.

The lipstick started something that would change everything.

"I challenge you to put a lipstick ring around the base of my cock." Jimmy dared Eve. She licked her lips, took the tube of lipstick, and slathered it on her lips. Jimmy pulled out his cock, and she worked her way down until she had swallowed it whole, leaving a bright red ring at its base. I saw her neck bulge as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into it.

Wriggling in my seat, I unconsciously licked my lips.

"You want to try?" Jimmy locked his eyes on mine.

"She'd choke to death. Maybe she should try Carl first and work her way up." Mike had to chime in.

"I'd love to see that," Maggie laughed. "I mean, she already made him cum once."

Panicking. I looked at Eve. She just smiled and shrugged. Carl had this strange look on his face, kind of a nervous anticipation. "Um, OK?" He said it like a question, like he was asking permission.

"Come on, Nicole. We all know you want to." Jimmy encouraged me.

"Suck, suck, suck, suck," they all started chanting softly, getting slowly louder and louder. Carl joined in and stood up, pulling his shorts down, exposing his cock again. I took another shot of tequila, got on my knees, and crawled across the floor to him.

It was already throbbing. When I reached out and touched it, it jumped, and I let out a small shriek.

"Come on, Nicole, we know you're really a cocksucker." Eve was right next to me. "You want to do this. We know it. You know it. Just do it."

Confused, nervous, hell, I was petrified; I reached out with my tongue and licked the tip.

"Just like that. Now kiss it." I did.

"Open you lips and let it slide in. Use your tongue to play with it as it does. It feels so good." Eve was coaching me now. "Go slow until you get used to the feeling. Deeper, a little more. You're doing great..."

Fuck me, I was doing it. I was sucking Carl's cock. Bobbing up and down the shaft, I tried to take him a little deeper, but I gagged and choked, pulling him from my mouth. A long string of spittle connected his glans to my lip.

I looked up. Carl was breathing hard, but the want in his eyes bore into my soul. I wanted this, too.

"Take his balls in your mouth. Work your lips up and down the shaft. Use your tongue. That's a good girl. You got this." Eve kept encouraging me.

"Oh fuck, Nicole, that feels so good." I looked up at Carl again. He was glowing.

I took him back in my mouth and, twirling my tongue feverishly on the underside of his slick cock, bobbed faster and faster.

"Oh, fuck..." I heard Carl exclaim. He grabbed my head, his legs clenched, his cock spasmed and thick, bitter goo covered my tongue. I kept him in my mouth until he finished because it just felt like the right thing to do. When he softened, I sucked hard one last time, flicking his glans with my tongue, and let him slip free.

Rocking back on my heels, I looked up at him, expecting something, some kind of reaction, anything.

"Are you OK?" The sincerity in his eyes was comforting. "Because that was incredible." He grinned at me.

"I think so," I nodded, letting the realization of what I'd just done settled in my mind. I'd sucked a cock, I'd had another man in my mouth, swallowed his cum. What would they think of me now?

"Would you like to try it again?" Mike was stroking his cock, leering at me. I looked at Maggie. Mike was her boyfriend, after all.

"Up to you. I think it was hot as fuck." Maggie shrugged. "And you looked like you enjoyed it."

Fuck. She was right. I bit my lip, looked at Mike, and nodded. He stepped forward; I wrapped my fingers around his cock and slipped it into my mouth.

"Why don't you girls play? I think we're going to be busy with Nicole for a while." Jimmy said the words, but they didn't register. I was too busy slathering Mike's cock with my attention. Even with my tequila-addled brain, it was dawning on me; I didn't just like this, I loved it.

"Fuck, that's good. But slow down a little and let me drive." Mike put his hands on the sides of my head. "Just relax your throat. When you feel pressure, swallow. That's how Maggie does it." I did as he asked.

Nice and easy; he found my gag reflex and just held his cock there, letting me get used to the feeling, encouraging me to relax and let it happen. When I gagged, he pulled back and let me recover, only to press again.

"Now swallow." I did. He slipped through. I still gagged and coughed, and he still pulled his cock out. I spent some time licking and kissing his shaft and sucking on his balls, only to take him back in my mouth so we could try again. It took a few tries, but he was soon fucking my face for all he was worth. Tears ran down my cheeks as I gagged and coughed, and his balls bounced off my chin. With one last violent thrust, he buried his shaft in my gullet and exploded.

"Fuck Nicole, that was amazing." Mike pulled his flaccid warrior free and leaned back against the table. I leaned forward and sucked and teased the last drops of his cum into my mouth.

"Carl, are you ready?" I heard Jimmy's voice behind me as someone flipped my skirt up over my back and pulled my panties down to my knees.

"Are you sure?" Whatever they were planning, Carl wasn't convinced.

"One hundred percent. She's so cock drunk we can do whatever we want." Something cool and slick and hard ran down the crack of my ass, massaging my rose. Tequila drunk, cock drunk; when Jimmy shoved his finger in my ass, I knew exactly what was coming, and didn't care. When he added the third one and pressed on my prostate, I laid my face on the backs of my hands, let out a loud moan, and let it happen.

"Nicki, are you OK?" I could hear the reservation in Carl's voice as his cock teased my rose. He called me Nicki instead of Nicole or just Nick. I didn't know the answer to his question and probably wouldn't for a while. I arched my back and pressed my ass into his cock, anyway.

There was a tinge of pain, but it was fleeting. I bore down like I was going to the bathroom, and he slipped all the way inside me. All I could do was laugh. Not that it was funny, it was just so unexpected. Like when he came in my mouth, I just knew I wanted it, maybe needed it.

"I'm good." I moaned.

"Told you." Jimmy snarled. "Now fuck her."

Carl's hand found my hips, and he did just that. Quick thrusts, pounding into my hole, his balls slapping against mine. It felt amazing. I didn't know my ass could be so sensitive, but it was.

"Carl, Carl," I groaned. "I want to see your face when you cum inside me." I don't know why it mattered, but something inside me told me it did. He pulled out, and I flipped over on my back, pulling my knees to my chest. When he slipped back inside me, I saw the emotion in his face and understood. For Carl, this was more than just fucking; it mattered. It did to me, too, and I was glad he was first.

I locked my feet behind him and urged him to fuck me harder, faster. Watching his face contort when his orgasm ripped through him was better than the feeling of his cock pulsing and his warm seed filling my colon.

When he collapsed on top of me, I held him there until he was completely spent. "I'm glad it was you, that you were first. No one will ever be able to take that away from us." I kissed his cheek and let him crawl off me.

Jimmy didn't even wait. His cock slipped inside me before I had a chance to say anything. "You ready, slut?"

"Uh, huh." I closed my eyes and lost myself in the incredible feeling of him ravaging me. Where had this come from? Sure, I'd had too much tequila, but that didn't explain how in the moment I felt. I'd been with a girl before, once. It was good, but this, this was more. It was better.

When I'd had Carl and Mike in my mouth, I felt empowered, in control. This, here, now, what I'd done with Carl, what Jimmy was doing to me now, it was validation.

"Turn over slut." Jimmy pulled out of my ass. I did what he said, and he got behind me and shoved his cock home. When I gasped, Mike slipped his cock in my mouth. I quickly figured out how to breathe through my nose while the two of them found a rhythm.

It all felt so right. I knew I was done when my body clenched and shuddered, and I spewed copious amounts of thick, sticky liquid all over my thighs and the floor underneath me. I hadn't even been hard, but I'd had an orgasm better than anything I'd ever experienced before. Granted, there wasn't much of a sample; one girl and my right hand, but still. I knew there was no going back.

"Fuck, yeah!" Jimmy shouted, as he shoved his cock as far as it would go inside me. I felt him spasm as his seed joined Carl's. "You want to take this, too?" He was talking to Mike.

All I could do was laugh when Mike pulled out of my mouth and moved behind me. It only took a few thrusts before his hot juice joined the rest.

Someone helped me out of my top and bra, and I collapsed into the mess I'd made on the floor. Exhausted and worn out, I couldn't move. I was pretty sure Jimmy used me again, and maybe Mike, too. I didn't care. The last thing I remembered was Maggie's voice, "I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

***

When I woke up, I was sore everywhere, especially my ass and hips, and well, my head. The tequila had done a number on me, too. Someone had covered me with a blanket, and I was stuck to the floor. Eve and Maggie had claimed the couch. Jimmy had sacked out in the recliner. Carl and Mike weren't anywhere to be seen. I guessed Mike had claimed my bed. Everybody was still naked.

I dropped the blanket and made my way to the kitchen for a handful of aspirin and an enormous glass of water, then I headed to my bathroom for a shower. I was right. Mike had crashed in my bed, not even bothering to pull a blanket over his naked body. Seeing him like that, his morning wood standing at attention, reminded me of what had happened last night. I sighed and shook my head. Even hung over me thought it had been incredible. I wondered what sober me was going to think in a couple of hours.

Nice hot water cascading over my body as I scrubbed the evidence of what I'd let them do to me from my body felt wonderful.

I heard Mike going to the bathroom. Thankfully, he didn't flush. When he pulled the curtain aside and stepped in behind me and took over washing my hair, I didn't even flinch.

"You alright? Last night was pretty intense. I don't think anybody expected all of that to happen."

"I'm good, I guess. Not sure what to think, yet." I leaned forward when he said 'rinse.' "Did you and Jimmy use me again?"

"Yeah. Sorry. We were both pretty drunk. Totally not cool."

"I'd have said yes. You know that, right?" I leaned back into his body and closed my eyes. I could feel his cock between my legs.

"That's how we justified it. Still not cool. Where's your body wash?"

"Behind you on the ledge. And what about this? What would Maggie think?"

"About what? Me helping you shower."

"That and using the body wash to lube your cock so you can fuck me again. That's what you want to do, isn't it?"

"Is that what you want?" His hands slowly moved over my body as he cleaned me off.

"Like I said, I'm still not sure what I think yet, but if you're going to do it, go ahead before I change my mind." I leaned forward and arched my back. Fuck, it felt good to have a man back inside me. When he reached around and started jacking me off, it felt even better. I came way before he did, and it was amazing. It was the way his cock rubbed across my prostate as he thrust into me, though, that sent shivers through my body again and again. That was when I knew I was never going back.

We got out and dried off. All our clothes were out in the living room, so that's where we went. As I scanned the carnage, the thing I noticed first was the thong Maggie had made me wear. Right next to it was the skirt. Whoever took them off me had folded her bra and top neatly on the coffee table. That's how this all started, and it just felt right. When I picked up the thong and slipped it on, Mike smiled at me and nodded. He ran to the corner store for supplies while I cleaned up as much of the mess as I could without waking anyone up.

"Cute outfit. It looks good on you. Some night, huh?" Maggie found me in the kitchen beating a dozen eggs.

"Thanks. It just felt like the right thing to wear. Does that make sense?" I couldn't look at her.

"Keep it. I've got more." She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a massive hug. "Mike told me about the shower. It's cool. If you're cool, that is."

"I'm good." I turned to face her. She was wearing my clothes. Fair enough. "So, what really happened last night? You seemed to be determined to get me dressed like this."

"I was originally going to go after Carl to do it. He's my brother, after all. Then I beat you and you looked so cute in my bra. You even have little boobs. So, I figured why not? I guess it was the right choice."

"I guess. It's all so damned confusing. This is not how I ever saw myself, and the... well, you know." I grimaced. "In the shower this morning, I practically asked Mike to fuck me. It's Carl I'm worried about. I think he felt forced into what he did. I'm afraid of what it will do to our friendship."

"He's been complaining to me about being a virgin forever. At least he'll shut up about that." She laughed. "Seriously, I'll talk to him; let him know you're cool with what happened and ask him to give you some space while you figure it out."

"And Mike, him fucking me like that. You're ok with it?"

"We have an interesting relationship." She smiled at me.

"I noticed you and Eve seemed to keep yourselves busy. So, this wasn't the first time you and Eve have let them do this?"

"He lets me play with Eve, and I let him have his fun, as long as he's safe. Eve does the same with Jimmy."

"So, you'd be ok with, um, maybe..." I couldn't ask the question.

"That would be up to you. You looked like you were enjoying yourself, and you let him fuck you in the shower this morning, right?"

"Hard to explain." I blushed. "It just feels so good."

"Then, yeah. Knock yourself out. Just don't wear him out." She laughed.

"Thanks, I think. And for what it's worth, that T-shirt looks better on you than it ever did me." I turned back to my eggs. She grinned and left me to my task.

I heard Carl's shower start and figured he'd be wandering in when he was done.

"Hey, Nicole, you got coffee?" Jimmy made his way into the kitchen.

"No, sorry. Maybe the girls do." For some reason, I couldn't look at him. I think it was him calling me a slut and cocksucker, which, while probably technically true, was still degrading. That and I was afraid of the way I'd felt when he was fucking me. I'd never come that hard and for that long.

"No problem. I'll run across the hall." He swatted me on my ass before he left, letting his hand linger for a moment longer than it probably should have. By the time he got back and had made coffee, I had breakfast tacos made for the six of us.

Nobody said much while we ate. I caught Carl looking at me a few times, but didn't press the issue. Last night was messed up in a lot of ways. Mike and Maggie were ok with it, so was I. I just didn't know what Jimmy's expectations were, or if Eve would be ok with him fucking me again. I hoped so. It had been so intense. I couldn't believe I was thinking about this, but my ass was flexing while I did.

Then there was Carl. What did he think about fucking his male roommate and losing his virginity at the same time?

Everybody helped clean up the mess we'd made, and then just left. Carl disappeared into his room. I went out onto the balcony and just stared off into nothing, letting everything settle. Last night had been cathartic. It had changed me in ways I'd never seen coming. This morning, letting Mike fuck me in the shower had sealed it, etched it in my soul. I was at least bi, maybe gay, and wearing Maggie's outfit; that was a whole different question. Or was it?

"You're still wearing it." Maggie's voice brought me out of whatever I was in, "the outfit. You look cute."

"Yeah. It just feels right. I'm not sure what's going on with me right now." The look on my face must have confused her, because she suddenly looked nervous.

"I knocked, but nobody answered." She apologized.

"That's OK. It's not the first time and won't be the last." She smiled. I laughed. She was Carl's big sister; sure, she came over whenever she wanted. Eve, too.

"Eve and I talked. We put some things together for you. Um, if you want them. And you can keep what you have on." She set a large grocery bag on the floor between us. "Is Carl here?"

"In his room, I think." I looked back and forth from her to the bag on the floor.

"Thanks. I should probably go check on him, too."

"Yeah. Good idea." I nodded. She gave me a weak smile and turned away. "Hey Maggie?"

"Yes?" She stopped.

"What we talked about before. Um, did you and Maggie talk about that, too, um, with Mike, and Um..."

"You little slut." She giggled. "Yes, she's fine with it. Jimmy already asked her." She shook her head and went to find Carl.

Picking up the bag, I followed her back into the apartment. I heard Carl say he was OK as I closed the door to my room. I didn't believe him and didn't think Maggie did, either. We both had a lot to think about, I guess.

What happened next was surreal at best. Slowly, methodically, I went through the bag Maggie and Eve had put together for me. Most of it had to be from Maggie. They were both about my height, but Eve was much more full-figured. Rubenesque is the word, I think.

They hadn't just thrown a bunch of clothes in the bag, either. What I found were a dozen outfits, matching skirts and tops, shorts and tops, and a few dresses. There were shoes, and at the bottom, four bras like the one I had one, with a variety of matching panties for each, and a purse.

I meticulously made room for everything in my dresser and my closet, opting to change into clean underwear; the panties and bra I chose were bright pink with lace and bows. I felt so girly. Of all my options, I chose a dress, not shorts or some of my jeans. I chose a dress. Simple pink with little flowers all over it. It was so cute. I felt so pretty. The strappy sandals from the bag seemed to be the obvious choice, so I slipped them on, too.

I heard my door open but ignored it. "Hey, look at you." Maggie stepped up behind me. I was standing in front of my mirror, crying my eyes out. "What's the matter?"

"I'm so confused." I sniffled. "Why do I love this?" I turned to her and buried my face in her shoulder. She wrapped me in her arms and just let me cry.

"Come on. I have an idea." Maggie took my hand and led me across the hall once I stopped crying and washed my face. We ended up on the floor in her room, painting each other's nails and just talking about everything. Mostly about what I was feeling about having sex with boys and dressing in girls' clothes. Mostly I vented with Maggie offering support, telling me it was OK to feel that way. Just letting it all out helped. When we finished and I looked at my bright red fingers and toes, I was still confused, but I felt a thousand times better.

Jimmy and Eve came barging into the apartment, and I took that as my cue to leave.

"So, this is you now? Damn, you make a hot girl." Jimmy leered at me.

"Maybe." I blushed and smiled. "Still a lot to figure out."

"Be nice." Eve hit him in the arm.

"But it's true." He rubbed his arm where she'd hit him.

"Eve, it's OK. I like this." Pointing at myself, I did a little twirl, showing off my legs as my dress flew up around my thighs, and flipped my dress up in back, wiggling my ass at him. "I don't know what any of it means yet, but last night changed me in a lot of ways. It was a good thing, I think."

"I thought it was a really good thing." Jimmy popped off and Eve hit him again. I laughed and left. If I stayed any longer, Jimmy might have asked to fuck me again, and I wasn't sure I would say no. I knew I wouldn't say no, and I knew he had permission.

"Hey." I saw Carl in the kitchen making a sandwich. He looked at me, then at his feet, grabbed his sandwich and walked right past me without a word.

The next few weeks were interesting as I tried to figure things out. I enjoyed being pretty, but only inside my apartment, or Maggie and Eves, when we did girl stuff together. That was fun. Outside the apartment or around my friends, I didn't have the confidence to get dressed. I stuck with wearing panties and a bra under my regular clothes when I went to class or out anywhere, changing into one of my dresses as soon as I got home. If anyone noticed the modest boobs the pushup bras gave me, they never said anything.

Carl was distant, but I seemed to catch him looking at me a lot, especially when I wore one of my dresses or a cute skirt. He just never said anything. The weirdest thing was, I was pretty sure someone was getting into my underwear drawer and moving my panties around.

Jimmy didn't waste any time. It only took him two days to knock on the door.

"Um, hey, Eve said, Maggie said you might want to..."

I grabbed his hand and dragged him to my bedroom. It was different this time. We were both sober and out of 'the moment', so to speak, but no less intense. It was just sort of clinical. He pulled his cock out and I got on my knees and started sucking it. When he was ready, I let him lube my ass and bend me over my bed so he could fuck me. It was everything I remembered. So full, so intense. I shuddered and spewed hot, sticky mess all over my comforter. He turned me over and pushed my knees up to my shoulders, slipping back inside me, driving me two a second orgasm. This one didn't leave, though, and I rode the waves of my ecstasy until he filled me with his seed.

"Oh fuck, Jimmy. That was incredible." I tried to catch my breath.

"It was pretty amazing." He smiled down at me and put his dick away. "So, I'll see you later." And he was gone. He didn't even bother to close my door. If I hadn't still been trembling from what he'd done to me, I might have felt cheap. It just felt so damned good.

In nothing but my bra and with Jimmy's cum dripping down my thighs, I made my way to the bathroom

Carl looked through my open door and shook his head. Great, just great.

Carl ignored me as much as he could and any conversations we had were short and to the point. At least he was talking to me.

A day or two later, Mike came by, and I did it all over again. Carl was in the kitchen as I led Mike to my room. He knew exactly what was going on, and from his expression, didn't like it at all. The thing was, he never said a word. The interesting thing was that his expression wasn't anger or disgust. It was something else. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

I spent a lot of time on my computer researching people like me, finding out that Maggie had been right. It was a lot more common than I'd thought. I read some forums and watched some podcasts. It was enlightening, and a little empowering. I even found some girls on Instagram that I followed.

Sure, there were people out there to be afraid of; people that didn't understand, that didn't want to understand. But there was an entire world out there that was accepting, that wouldn't give me a second look, and quite a few people that, if they did, would smile at me.

Mike and Jimmy stopped by about once a week, and a few times, came together. Those days were as intense as they were fun. My god, Jimmy fucking me while Mike shoved his cock down my throat was possibly my favorite thing I'd ever done.

It had been six weeks since that night when things finally exploded. I was sitting in my apartment painting my toes when the door opened and Jimmy staggered in, half drunk.

"Eve's a bitch, and I'm horny." He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

"Jimmy. You're drunk. Go make up with Eve and come back when you're sober."

"Fucking bitch broke up with me. Besides, I know you want it. You're a slut, anyway." He moved closer and shoved hic cock in my face. "Come on, suck it."

"Dammit, Jimmy, really? Not like this." I tried to get up and move away.

"You know you want to. Just a blow job, OK?" He was right. My mouth was watering. It only took a few minutes before he spewed into my mouth. "You're the best, Nicole," he patted me on the head, and turned to leave, tripping on his pants and doing a face plant on my floor.

"This is really what you want? To be used like this?" Carl plopped down on the couch next to me.

"Not like that, but he was right. I wanted to. I like it. What can I say?" We both looked at Jimmy, pants still around his ankles. He was snoring.

"So, we're talking again?"

"It's just hard; for me, that is. I'm not like you, or Mike, or Jimmy. It's supposed to be special. And then, you dressing in Maggie's clothes all the time. It's just a lot and I don't know what to do with it."

"Yeah. I'm not sure I can explain it, but I feel like this is who I should have always been. What about you? You're obviously not OK with what happened?"

"Yes, and no." He let out a massive sigh. "I mean, you're beautiful, and it was really good. I just don't think I can have a relationship like that."

"Relationship like what?"

"You being trans and so submissive. I just never saw you that way, I guess."

"Oh." It clicked. He was jealous of Mike and Jimmy. "So, you..."

"Yeah." He smiled.

"And you don't know what to do about it, and me being with Mike and Jimmy like that bothers you. They're just friends, you know. Sure, friends with benefits, but just friends. You're my best friend, and to be honest, I miss you."

"I miss you, too. It just makes me crazy, and I know I don't have any right to say anything, so I just keep quiet."

We sat in silence for a long time. It never occurred to me that I'd misread things as badly as I had.

"And you think I'm trans, huh?" I put my hand on his thigh.

"It does kind of fit. I mean, you spend more time in a dress than you do in anything else, and you keep your nails painted, so, yeah. I think you're beautiful. You even have boobs." The subtle tension in his voice should have told me there was something else, something he was talking around, but I didn't hear it. "What you do with Mike and Jimmy? You really like that?"

Smiling, I got on my knees and worked his cock from his pants. He moaned and laid his head back on the couch while I sucked him dry. I kept going until he was hard again and led him to my bed, where we fucked until neither of us could move.

Waking up in Carl's arms the next morning was better than all the sex. Just like the first time I'd taken him in my mouth and let him fuck me, this just felt right. It was where I was supposed to be.

"I talk to my parents about you all the time. The girl thing, not the other. They think you're brave to do what you're doing." He kissed my cheek and pulled me closer.

"Brave, huh? I'm afraid to leave the apartment." I laughed and turned in his arms, slipping my hand around his neck and pulling his lips to mine.

"Bravest girl I know." He climbed between my legs and slipped inside me as I pulled my legs to my chest.

"Mike and Jimmy are going to get jealous," I moaned as he moved inside me.

"Too bad. You're my girlfriend now. You'd make a great lesbian." Lesbian, what the hell did that mean?

"Girlfriend, huh? I like that. Oh, fuck!" He hit my prostate with his dick, sending surges of pleasure through me. "I like that a lot."

***

"Do you miss it?" Carl slid his hand down my chest and fondled my flaccid cock.

"Miss what, jerking off?" I laughed. "I only ever had sex with a girl once, and I came so fast, it was over before I knew it."

"And you really like, well, what we do?" He was going somewhere with this. I just didn't know where.

"That's rhetorical, right? I mean, you have to know how much I like you inside me."

"Yeah, it's pretty great... I was just kind of wondering; well, what's it like?" He was still stroking my cock, and I was getting hard. It occurred to me that with all the blowjobs I'd given over the past several months, I'd never gotten one.

"I think it's pretty great. Carl, are you implying you want to...?"

"I think so." He looked up at me with this eager anticipation in his eyes as he moved down my body until I felt his hot breath on my crotch.

"OK." Fuck, he was going to suck my cock.

When he kissed the tip, I trembled. When his lips slid down my shaft, I moaned. He was doing to me what I did to him, and damn, it felt nice. I just laid my head back and let him play. It surprised me he didn't stop when I warned him, letting me fill his mouth with my spunk and just swallowing.

"I see why you like to do that. I felt like I was in control the whole time. When you came, it was like, yeah, I did that. I think I could do it again." Carl laid his head on my shoulder and cuddled next to me.

"I like it better when you fuck me." I moaned as my orgasm slowly waned, and the soft tremors faded.

"Maybe we can try that, too." His hand went back to my cock. "When you're ready."

"Carl, what's happening here?"

"I've just been thinking; you've been so happy since that night. You seem to love sucking cocks and getting fucked. I started thinking maybe I was missing out on something and decided maybe I should find out."

"You're sure you want to do this?"

"Well, I know I liked sucking your cock, so maybe. I know I want to find out and I want to do that with you, so." He kissed me. "Besides, what's the worst that could happen? I don't like it, and we know. Best case is I do like it, and we have all kinds of new options to explore."

"How about I return the favor, and we see how it goes?" I smiled and kissed my way down his body to his cock, swallowing it whole. I knew exactly what he liked me to do, and I did it all. This time, though, I lubed my fingers and gently pressed them into his ass, massaging his prostate as I sucked him off.

"You like?" I couldn't remember him ever cumming that hard.

"Uh, huh." He mumbled. "So, you want me to keep going?" He just pulled his knees up to his chest. I took that as a yes.

I imagined this was what Carl felt like when Jimmy encouraged him to fuck me that first time. Excited but apprehensive, eager but reticent; I didn't want to hurt him, but I wanted to know. Would he like it as much as me? Would he hate it? I slathered my cock with lube and pressed the tip into his rose.

"Just relax, OK?"

"I'll try." He let out a loud moan as I broke through. I closed my eyes and pressed further into him. Damn, it was tight and felt so good.

"Nicole..."

"Are you OK? Do you want me to stop?" I looked down at him. The look on his face, I knew exactly what he was feeling. He shook his head no.

"Kiss me."

I pressed my cock all the way inside him and lowered my lips to his.

I went slowly at first, letting him get used to the feeling of my cock moving inside him. As his moans grew in intensity, I fucked him harder and faster. My god, it felt good.

Taking myself to the brink and then backed off, I tried to make it last as long as I could for Carl. I had to admit I was enjoying it, too. I just wished I was bigger so he could feel what I felt when he, or Mike, or Jimmy fucked me.

"Carl, I can't hold it anymore. I'm going to cum." He nodded and mumbled something incoherent. I shoved my cock as deep as I could and exploded inside him, collapsing on top of him as my body shuddered and my cock softened.

"That... that was so good. Not better, just different." He started laughing.

"I liked it, too. And now I understand why you guys like fucking me so much. It's better if the person fucking you can hit your prostate, though. You should let Jimmy fuck you. He's a monster."

"What about Mike?" Fuck, Carl was fondling my cock again.

"He's a little bigger, but Jimmy just hits all the right spots. It's just so good."

"My girlfriend, the cock whore." He laughed.

"You started it." I winked and pulled him into a massive kiss. He wasn't wrong.

We kissed and fondled each other. I ended up with his cock in my mouth and my fingers up his ass while he did the same to me. It's one of those things you hear about but never think you'll ever get to experience. It was amazing. I came first and Carl didn't hesitate to swallow every drop. He wasn't too far behind.

The way he shuddered and shook when he came made me smile. It felt good to do that for him. It was what I enjoyed most about sex, letting him and Mike and Jimmy use me. I was bringing them pleasure, making them happy, and that felt good in my soul.

We ended up in the shower together. He helped me shave, and in an unexpected turn, asked me to do the same for him.

"You should get boobs." We were spreading lotion over our smooth bodies. He ran his hands over my chest and pinched my nipples.

"I have boobs." I pushed his hands out of the way and squeezed my pecks together, pushing out the modest amount of fat that my pushup bras amplified. "Besides, my parents don't know about Nicole. Dressing is one thing. They'd probably disown me if I did something permanent like that."

"Maybe they wouldn't. They might understand. My parents do."

"Yeah, and what would your parents say if they found out you just let me stick my dick in your butt?" I laughed.

"That might surprise them a little, but I think they'd understand."

"Yeah, your parents would. I'm not so sure about mine. I guess I could see about some fake ones, but they'd have to be small."

"What would they think if they knew about the rest of your hobby?" He laughed and grabbed my cock. "I could put them on my card." He was serious.

"OK." I moaned when he got on his knees and took me in his mouth. Damn, he was getting good at this. He even slipped his fingers between my legs and into my ass, massaging my prostate.

When I came, he stood up and kissed me, sharing my seed with me. We passed it back and forth while we kissed, letting it grow into a froth. I finally swallowed, sliding my hand down his chest and grabbing his cock. He was rock hard. I knew he would be. With a gentle squeeze and a moan, I turned around and leaned over the sink, spreading my legs so he could fuck me.

"Would you be upset if I already talked to Maggie about which ones to get for you?"

"Uh, uh," I shook my head no and moaned again, this time louder, as he moved inside me.

"Good. She has them in her apartment. They got here a few days ago." There was no way I could be mad. Especially when I spewed all over the cabinet under the sink and Carl erupted inside me. Fuck, I loved this. All of it.

Just enough to fully fill out the bras Maggie had given me, but not ostentatious at all. They glued on and I could wear them for a week or ten days between cleaning and reapplications. With a dappling of freckles to match my skin, large rose-colored areolas with prominent nipples, they were perfect.

"Now we just need to do the rest." Maggie was standing behind me, pulling my hair back over my shoulders as I admired my new boobies in the mirror.

"The rest? What rest?" I met her eyes in the mirror.

"I was thinking you, me, and Eve could go to the spa for a mani-pedi and a massage, maybe even a makeover for you." She bit her lip and smiled at me. "You'd love it. I know you would. And you'd finally get to see what it feels like to be a girl out in the real world, instead of hiding in your apartment all the time."

"People would laugh. What if someone saw me?"

"They won't laugh. I promise, and people seeing you, and you understanding what they see, is kind of the point." She rubbed my shoulders.

"I'll make a deal with you." Carl came up next to me. "I'll dress up, too. Everything they do to you; they'll do to me. Then if anyone laughs, it will be at me, not you." His voice wasn't just reassuring, it had a tinge of nervous excitement, anticipation.

The look Maggie gave her little brother in the mirror was priceless. She let both of us pick out an outfit from her closet. I had to admit, Carl was kind of cute in a pushup bra and a cropped top with a short skirt. I was wearing the same thing, just different colors. He was blonde, and I was a redhead, after all.

I don't think she intended for me to hear her call to the spa, though. "Deluxe package for four, yes, that's right, and my little sister and her girlfriend are coming. They're both transgender and trying to figure it out. Yes, that was me. In fact, if you have another pair without the freckles for my little sister, it would be perfect. Awesome. We'll see you at two."

"Trans? Was that what Maggie saw when she looked at me, and at Carl? That must be why she wanted to get Carl in her clothes when we played spoons."

"All set." She walked back into her room. "You two are so cute. Let Eve and me do some basic makeup and we can go grab lunch before we go to the spa, OK?"

It was a rhetorical question; I knew that. Maggie grabbed me and Eve took Carl to her room. When we came back out, I had to admit, Carl was pretty.

Hand in hand, we followed Maggie and Eve out the door to Maggie's car.

"Nicole, relax. You're going to break my hand. It's going to be OK. Look, there are people in the parking lot and none of them are laughing. They're not even looking at us."

He was right. I loosened my grip a little and took a deep breath. When one of them did look our way, all they did was smile and wave.

"Wave back. He's looking at you two." Eve nudged Carl in the arm. We waved, and the guy smiled. I might live through this after all.

Lunch was more of the same. I noticed guys looking at us and trying not to get caught, nudging their friends and pointing. It was as validating as it was scary. The best thing about it was, Carl was right; nobody laughed. In fact, most of the people who looked were guys, and I knew exactly what they were thinking. Maggie and Eve were gorgeous, and Carl and I were damned cute.

By the time we got to the spa, I was actually enjoying myself. I was still holding Casey's hand; that was what Carl wanted us to call him, but I wasn't freaking out at the thought of getting outed, or worse, attacked for being a guy in a dress.

In a word, the spa was life-changing. Casey and I had shaved, but they waxed us from our eyes down, anyway. Yeah, we didn't shave as close as we thought. The massage that came after was incredible. Then the magic happened. Manicures and pedicures; they styled my hair into something much more feminine and gave Casey extensions. I don't think she was expecting it, but she didn't complain.

Extensions on my fingernails with bright red polish, my toes matched. Casey got bright pink. When they pierced my ears, I got giddy, asking them to do my belly button, too.

"Nicole, are you sure about that?" Casey gave me a concerned look.

"About as sure as you were when you let them glue those boobies on your chest and put extensions in your hair." I smiled back.

Maggie was taking pictures with her phone.

Eve was shaking her head with this big grin on her face. "Mike and Jimmy aren't going to believe it."

"I've been sending them pictures." Maggie smiled. "They're meeting us for dinner when we're done."

I grimaced when they pierced my tummy and looked at Casey. She shrugged.

"I never knew..." Casey was beaming when we got to the car after our makeovers. "I feel... I don't know how to describe it. Just so right. Nicole, we're beautiful."

"Me, too." I climbed in next to her and took her hand in mine.

"Is this how you've been feeling all this time?"

"Sort of, but not like this." I squeezed her hand. "You've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you? This is why you were jealous, not because I was fucking Jimmy and Mike."

Casey nodded and bit her lip. "When I was little, Maggie used to dress me up in her old clothes. I loved it, but I started school, and my parents made her stop. I just never had the courage to do it again. Then she dressed you up, and I knew I had to. I even wore some of your panties a few times. But this..."

"I know. I feel like a princess. The way people have been looking at us all day. I don't think I can go back to being just Nick."

"Me either. All those feelings I had before, when I was little; they're all back. This is who I think I want to be." We chattered like little girls all the way to the restaurant, going over what we liked best about the spa.

"Told you." I heard Maggie talking to Eve in the front seat.

"No fucking way." I heard Jimmy as soon as we walked into the restaurant. "Carl?"

"Casey." She smiled at him.

"Damn, look at you. Nicole, too." Mike stood up and leered at both of us.

"You guys behave." Maggie giggled. Something told me whatever she had planned wasn't over.

We ate and talked. The guys got an abbreviated version of the spa. Oddly, Casey was the one that talked the most, telling us all how she'd always wanted to do this. She just never had the courage. Evidently, she had taken the warning her parents gave her when she started school to heart.

Her comment about me making a good lesbian suddenly made sense. I could deal with that. I'd never had a girlfriend before, so why not? She was so excited about finally getting her dream; it was fun to just sit and watch her.

"You know exactly how she feels, don't you?" Maggie sat down next to me.

"A little. I haven't been dreaming about being a girl since I was five, but I know it's right." I smiled and nodded. "How did you know? I heard you tell Eve, 'I told you so' in the car."

"You and Casey are just so much alike. When you came to look at the apartment, and you two clicked, I saw it then. When you put on my clothes without a fight, well. Here we are, right?"

"And the, well...?"

"Girl, I don't think anybody could have guessed you'd be such a slut." She laughed. "It's not a bad thing, though, is it?"

"Nope. Not a bad thing at all." I blushed and laughed. "Maybe we should play spoons again when we all get back to the apartment."

It didn't take much to convince Mike and Jimmy, and Eve was all in. Straight to tequila shots and dares. Jimmy had four of a kind before anyone knew it and wanted my panties. I slipped them down my legs and threw them at him. It only got worse from there.

Casey and I were naked before we knew it. Neither of us were trying very hard, and we weren't the only ones. Eve's bare pussy was on display, and Maggie was down to just her panties. Mike and Jimmy both had their cocks out, and I don't remember them losing that many hands.

We all knew where we wanted this to go, but nobody seemed to want to make the first dare to take it there. I finally won the hand and went for broke. I knew she wanted it, so I dared Casey to suck Jimmy's cock.

"Fuck yeah." Jimmy laid back with his legs spread. It was so game on.

"Only if you suck mine." Casey smiled and challenged me as she crawled over to Jimmy and started licking his shaft.

"I'm always game for sucking your cock. You know that." I smiled back. "Maybe Mike can fuck me while I do it."

"I guess that leaves me and Eve to our own devices; again." Maggie started slipping her panties off.

"That doesn't sound like a complaint." Mike moved behind me as I took Casey in my mouth.

"Oh, it's not. I know you'll make it up to me later." Maggie moaned as Eve dove between her legs.

Casey ended up laying across the coffee table we had been using to play cards with Jimmy more fucking her face than her sucking him off. I was on all fours with Mike in my ass while I lavished Casey's cock with my attention. I could see Maggie with her face buried between Eve's legs as Eve moaned loudly under her ministrations.

It didn't exactly go as planned, as I kept having to take Casey out of my mouth because Mike was fucking me so hard. She still came and came hard. She just did it all over my face.

"Oh, yeah. Turn around Nicole." Mike pulled his cock out of my ass and helped me turn toward him just in time for his huge load to join Casey's.

"Don't you dare," Casey complained to Jimmy when he tried to add his load to the mess on my face. "That's mine."

"Then on your knees, bitch." Jimmy laughed. Casey knelt next to me and let Jimmy spooge all over her face. She and I kissed passionately, licking the sticky mess from each other's face while Mike and Jimmy fondled themselves, recharging for round two.

"Come play with us." Maggie got my attention while I was watching Casey deep throat Mike while Jimmy fucked her. I knew exactly what that felt like and was actually a little jealous.

What I got instead was Maggie lowering her dripping cunt over my face and Eve taking my modest cock inside her eager sex. My diminutive size didn't matter. She was just using me to masturbate, anyway.

Eve tried to squeeze my cock to keep me inside her, but I kept slipping out. She pinned my cock to my abdomen with her clit and rode me even harder. Maggie was coaching me, telling me when to lick, when to suck, and where. When I felt her body tremble above me, I felt like I had done something special.

"Oh shit, Nicole, that was so good." She climbed off and kissed me passionately. I might have kissed her back if it hadn't been for my orgasm. My body shuddered as Eve ground into my cock with her clit and I spewed a warm, sticky mess all over my abdomen.

"Such a good little sissy," Eve fell forward, her body spasming uncontrollably. Pulling one of her breasts into my mouth, I sucked hard, flicking the nipple with my tongue as I pinched the other with my fingers. She trembled again. Sissy, I'd heard the phrase, but had never considered it might apply to me. I guess it was fair. I was a very feminine boy, and equally submissive.

"Now, clean me up." She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. I got on my hands and knees and buried my face in her crotch, licking and sucking just like I'd done for Maggie. The faint taste of cum just made it better. "Such a good little sissy." She muttered this time.

I recognized Casey's cock immediately as she moved behind me and slipped it into my ass. Damn, I needed that. With each thrust of Casey's cock, I attacked Eve's cunt more vigorously.

"Fuck, she's such a good little pussy-licker." Eve buried her fingers in my hair and held me there. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue as fast as I could. "Fingers. Inside me." She was moaning faster and harder. I slipped two fingers into her wetness and rubbed where she showed me.

Casey came first. I loved the feeling of her spurting inside me. Eve shuddered underneath me, and I smiled that I'd done that to two women now. I'd have heard her moans and screams; except she had her face buried in Maggie's crotch.

"Is your clit hard?" Jimmy leaned over my shoulder as I sat back on my heels and admired Eve's naked body sprawled in front of me.

"It would be hard not to be." I made the obvious joke.

"Put it in her. She won't mind. Then I'll fuck you and we can fuck her together."

I looked back at him. He was serious. When I slipped into Eve, she clenched my cock with her pussy. When Jimmy filled my ass and started fucking me, she clenched even harder. I was basically an extension for Jimmy's cock; getting pounded like the slut I was while the silky wetness of Eve's pussy kissed and caressed my cock, or clit, as Jimmy had called it.

Eve threw Maggie off her face and screamed as her body trembled and shuddered, "my god, my god, my fucking god!" She was almost incoherent as her body spasmed and bucked. I came hard, spewing my seed inside her, and Jimmy didn't quit. When he finally exploded inside me, Eve was a quivering mess. I wasn't much better. I'd had a second orgasm, squirting into Eve again. We all collapsed into a sweaty mass of exhausted flesh.

When my eyes cleared and the sex induced fog melted from my brain, I couldn't believe what I saw next to us. Mike and Casey were doing the same thing to Maggie, or Mike and Maggie were doing the same thing to Casey. With Mike pounding her ass, and her cock buried in Maggie, Casey was in the same bliss-induced state I'd been in. It was hot as hell, especially since Casey and Maggie were sisters. I wasn't so sure their parents would understand that one, but I wasn't going to say anything.

We all passed out on the floor. I found my way into Casey's arms, letting her wrap me in her embrace. Mike and Maggie found each other just like Jimmy and Eve did.

I woke up to Casey's dick poking me in the butt and the sound of someone banging on a door down the hall. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I gave Casey a quick blow job and gathered up my clothes to go across the hall to take a shower. With Casey and Mike covering my face with cum, and both Eve and Maggie sitting on my face, I'm sure I was a mess. Who knew if there were any remnants of my makeup left? I'd get Maggie to help me redo it later once everyone was up.

I pulled on my skirt and top, wadding my panties and bra in my hand with my shoes and, as quietly as I could, cracked the door open to see who was knocking on what door. The last thing I wanted was to have anybody I knew see me like this. Talk about walk of shame. I heard them down their voices down the hall and around the corner at the elevator.

Whoever they were looking for answered, or they'd given up and decided to come back later. I had just entered my door code and opened the door when I dropped my shoes. Bending at the waist to pick them up, I heard the voice behind me. "Excuse me, um, miss. We're looking for Nick." I guess they thought I was leaving, or something. I knew I'd flashed them my ass - I'd just flashed my parents my bare-naked ass. What the hell were they doing here?

I froze. What could I do? If I turned around to leave, they'd recognize me. If I went inside, they'd follow and know it was me. I just wanted to disappear.

"Nicole, there you are." Casey's voice came from behind me. "Oh, hi Mr. and Mrs. Michaels. We didn't know you were coming." As smart as Casey was, sometimes she was a fucking idiot.

"Carl?" It was my mom's voice. "Is that you?"

"Nick?" It was my dad.

"Hi, dad, mom." I whimpered and turned around.

"Nicholas Michaels, what the...?" My dad froze when he saw the mess that was me.

"You got your belly button pierced?" That was all my mom could add.

"I really need a shower." I grimaced and moved to go inside. Casey followed me. My mom and dad took a couple of minutes, then they came inside, too. I took my time.

"We were playing spoons for tequila shots and dares." Casey was trying to explain when I got out of the shower. That could explain a lot. My parents and I had talked about drinking. It was OK if it was safe. In their eyes, me being a cross-dressing, possibly transgender, slut probably skirted their definition of safe.

What it couldn't explain was everything else; my pierced belly button, the boobs I still had glued to my chest, and the dried cum I and on my face and in my hair or the crusty glaze that accompanied it.

I guess whatever Casey said explained more than I expected. "So, you and Casey?" My dad was actually calm when I came out of my room. I'd put on some jeans and a loose T-shirt. They could still see my boobs, but why hide what they already knew?

"Girlfriends." I slipped my arm around Casey and pulled her close.

"And you're, um, intimate?" I just nodded.

"And all this," my mom pointed at me. She was having a more difficult time with everything than my dad, or my dad was just better at hiding it. "This, hiding this, is why you haven't called us in months to at least let us know you're alive?"

I nodded again.

"And your explanation is tequila shots and dares? Nick, I've been worried sick about you, and it looks like I had good reason to be. Carl, or Casey, do your parents know?"

"Most of it. But they knew I liked to dress when I was little. Nicole is just figuring all this out."

"Mom, dad, I'm sorry. I should have come to you with this. I just didn't know how. I was afraid of, well, this. The last thing I wanted was to make you worry or disappoint you."

"Disappointed, never. Worried might be an understatement. Your mom has almost called the police half a dozen times. Coming here and surprising you was my last option to keep her from calling them."

"Well, surprise, I guess." I grinned. The ice was broken. Their first reaction was normal. They'd freaked out. Now that they knew I was safe and not on drugs, we could talk about the rest.

"Nicole, that's a pretty name," my mom came over to me and hugged me so tight I couldn't breathe.

"Surprise, yeah, another understatement." My dad shook his head. He still wasn't sure about the whole thing. I could see that. "So, tell us how this all happened."

Casey went to take her shower, and I gave my parents the heavily redacted version of how I started dressing and how Carl and I became Casy and Nicole.

Casey had just come out of her room in a cute knee length dress and her hair up in a ponytail when Maggie barged in, "We're going for barbeque. You guys hungry?" When she saw my parents, she did a double take. "Hi Mr. and Mrs. Michaels. I didn't know y'all were here."

"I understand this was your idea." My dad gave her a look and raised his eyebrow.

"Sort of, at first. Then it kind of took on a life of its own. The girlfriends thing they did on their own."

Like that was better. I laughed. This entire thing was just ridiculous. "Let me go change and maybe my mom can help me with my makeup. We'll meet you there."

"OK, then, yeah. See you there." Maggie left and closed the door behind her very quietly. I'd never seen her this flustered.

I wore my jeans for my mom and dad's sake and put on one of my lacey pushup bras with a tight, cropped tank top for mine. My mom's taste in makeup was better than the girl at the spa. She promised to hook me up with her Mary K consultant and even place my first order for me.

"You make a beautiful girl, Nicole. I wish we'd discovered this earlier." She put the finishing touches on the braid in my ponytail, a delightful pink bow that matched my fuchsia nails perfectly.

"Me, too." I smiled at the girl in the mirror and then at my mom.

Lunch felt like we'd all just come from church. Maggie, Eve, and the guys were clueless about what my parents knew and what they didn't, so we just talked about anything else.

"Nicole. That's going to take some getting used to." My dad gave me a massive hug as he was getting in their car to head back home. My mom had already squeezed the life out of me.

"It'll grow on you." I gave him my best smile.

"Just do me one favor," he got this glint in his eye. "If you're going to play spoons, leave the tequila out of it."

"Voice of experience?" I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head to the side.

"You'll never know." His grin was subtle, but his neck and face turned crimson.

"Love you, dad." I smiled and headed back up to the apartment.

"Love you, too, Nicole." It felt good to hear him say it like that.

We did what my dad asked and found out that playing spoons sober was actually a lot more fun. As for doing what he implied, not so much. What could I say? I mean, what did he really expect? I was still a slut. Besides, getting spit roasted by my Mike and Jimmy while Casey sucked my cock was better sober, too.