A Sissy Saves the Neighbourhood Pt. 01

Chapter 1: A Friendly, Local Femboy

You hung another dress on the line... basking in the bright sunshine for a moment. The fresh, Spring breeze cast your long, brown hair around your face, sending goosebumps rising across your bared stomach and thighs. You still felt a little nervous and exposed... standing out in your own backyard, dressed like this. Short-shorts and boob-tube all that stood between you and the universe's innumerable, judgemental eyes. This was the deal though. These had been the rules. You had moved in with Ben, into this quiet suburban neighbourhood, on the promise that you'd stop hiding from who you wanted to be. That you'd throw away all the baggy, masculine trappings you'd hid behind for so long... and wear only the skimpy, pretty things which made you feel sexy. You were a slutty, sissy housewife for good now... The acknowledgement of that set your little heart a flutter.

You took the basket back inside, tucking it away where it belonged. Everything in this beautiful slice of bliss was tidy and perfect... for the moment. A home that had barely been unwrapped from its plastic wrapping. The pair of you had got the last of the boxes unpacked yesterday, but with the whole point being that this was a clean slate... very little of your past lives had been carried in. Most of the clothing you had just washed had never yet been worn, you had just wanted to soften it out and rinse off the smell of plastic packaging.

Glancing at the clock, you realised the moment you had been counting down the seconds to was approaching. You fingered at the tight choker around your neck a little. That had been your moving-in present to him. It was a simple, thin and black loop with a little, silver heart linked into the front. You had told him there were equally simple rules attached: From the moment you were wearing it you were his to do with as he pleased. If the point of the heart was aimed upwards, then just your mouth-pussy was open for business. If it was settled the normal way up, then all of you was available for exploring. It gave you just a little bit of control over whether you were feeling... fresh enough for all aspects of your sexual relationship. While at the same time, filling you with the thrill and excitement of being just a pampered, collared sex-pet. For years you had known you never really wanted anything else in life, than to find a kind master who would both love you and use you for all that you were for. You really felt like Ben was the one you'd been waiting for. The owner of your heart and soul.

Hearing a car pull up outside, you scurried to get into position at the front door. You wanted to greet him on his first day back from work on your knees, like a well-trained fucktoy would. Staring up at him with those big, round eyes you were proud how well you could exude innocence through. That car turned out not to be his... trundling on a little further down the road. Yet you stayed where you were anyway, playing with the hems of your shorts. You felt like a left-alone puppy, waiting impatiently for the only person who mattered. Perhaps other people would find that a little pathetic, from a 25-year old femboy with little in the way of career or property or ambition. But, to you... it was a comparison you revelled in. A life you'd daydreamed of living for so long... so long.

There was the crunch of gravel on the drive outside. He was home! He was home! You shuffled yourself up straight again, properly. Hands behind your back. Knees tucked up tight. Just the way things should be. Years spent trawling the internet for instruction on how to be the perfect, little submissive finally paying off. You knew far more about which knots to use when tying someone upside down with their legs spread than you did about cooking and cleaning and housekeeping. It felt very much like you would have to use one of those sets of skills to make up for your lackings in the other. Else you would never deserve a master as wonderful as Ben-ben! Keys turned in the lock. You let your eyes drift wide and watery and chewed on your bottom lip. Think cute thoughts. Think cute thoughts...

The door opened... The arm that caused it to, attached to someone briefly calling to someone else over their shoulder. Then she turned around. And spotted you.

For a brief, endless, awful, second... you were just staring up at the woman in complete silence. Then she said:

"Oh, hello... You must be Sam..."

Chapter 2: Meeting Master's Manager

You felt your face blossom into what must have been one of the brightest shades of raspberry the world had ever known. The woman standing over you was dark-haired and sharp-eyed, wearing a tight, black skirt and smart, white shirt. A raised eyebrow highlighted a little surprise to see you down there, but no hint of reciprocating embarrassment. In fact the whisper of a smile crept across her lips, enjoying the few seconds of utter frozen-to-the-spot dismay that you were trapped in. In her arms was a large plant pot, containing a single, beautiful pink flower.

"I'm Lisa, Ben's manager. I brought you both a moving in present... Where would you like me to put it?"

You leapt to your feet and took it off of her, muttering some semblance of "L-let me take it!" with no brain capacity left for hellos or basic politeness... Scurrying away back into the lounge to try and recover something of yourself. Behind you, you heard Ben calling out "Go on in! Is Sam there?" While clearly unpacking some shopping from the boot of the car. He hadn't seen anything of the humiliating first greeting that occurred, oblivious as he ever was.

"What a lovely home!" Came a voice from behind you. Lisa had followed you through, and was casually pacing the room like a cat, admiring everything with the confident grace of one comfortable anywhere. You couldn't help but steal a glance up and down her well-toned body and legs as she did so. She was magnificently fit and shapely. Her golden skin speaking of asian heritage, though her accent was perfect, cosmopolitan English. Such beautiful women always put you slightly on edge... being an ideal you forever longed for, but felt you could never possibly reach.

"T-thank you... And thank you for the flower! It's amazing! I'm sorry I was... umm..."

She span around and smiled, waving away your new attempt to send all your blood to your cheeks.

"Don't be silly. It was a wonderful view to walk into... Ben's already told me a lot about... your relationship. It all sounds very exciting..." The woman let a glint of that 'excitement' shine through in her eyes. Leaving you to wonder just how much Ben had told her... on his first day of work. Surely he hadn't grown to trust this 30-something year old stranger that quickly? Memories of just how laidback and open your lover and master was flooded through your mind... Oh dear...

"You'll have to get to grips with how to keep it happy and watered... I'm terrible at letting the poor things die." Lisa continued, it taking you a brief moment to realise she was still talking about the plant.

"Oh! Yes... it's an orchid isn't it? They're supposed to be pretty tricky to look after, but I'll do my best!" Flowers were something you could deal with. Google-searches and love were requirements you'd never fall flat in providing. On the subject of keeping things hydrated, though...

"Can I get you a drink or something?"

Lisa had made herself comfortable. Chatting happily along with you and Ben. As far as new bosses go, you couldn't be happier with who he'd ended up with. She was possibly even more chilled out and calmly confident than him. The fact that you were a slim-framed young man dressed in skimpy, feminine clothing didn't seem to register with her at all. Your months of built up fears over meeting new people after progressing to living like this permanently, cast aside in an instant. She was clever and funny and flirty, but not in a showboating sort of way at all. Pretty much just the older, female equivalent of that man you loved the most. So perhaps it was no wonder that they had hit it off so fast...

"Oh, I have got to get me one of these..." She commented, winking at you after you'd brought out a second glass of wine each. "Wherever did you find such a beautiful creature?"

Ben grinned, proudly. As any owner of a complimented femboy would.

"Would you like to see what else he can do?"

Chapter 3: A Sissy of Many Talents

"I thought he'd only like boys?" Lisa proclaimed, turning her statement into a question aimed toward you at the last second. At a gesture from Ben, you had returned to your knees... the soft, lounge carpet a much more welcome surface than the cold, hall laminate. When the pair of you had originally visited the house before deciding to take it, that had actually been a positive you'd quietly considered... knowing how much time you were potentially going to spend down at this level. 'Padding for your love-nest' the secret, little voice you kept locked up in your head had said.

"Um... no. I do like ladies... too..." You offered, still not quite believing that this was going the way it seemed to. With Ben's new boss? After only his very first day?!

"Sam was actually dating a girl when we met." Ben revealed, candidly. "She was the one who introduced us... in a way..."

Roxanne... She had been the latest in a long line of 'girlfriends' you'd had, most of whom had just seemed to want to take advantage of your gentle, submissive nature. She had cheated on you... with Ben... It was still kinda hard to believe that this was how all that had turned out.

"Well, go on then Sammi... Make our guest more comfortable..." Your handsome, young lover smiled encouragingly at you. Not flinching for a second in asking his partner to make advances on his employer. There was simply no part of you that could resist those easy charms and patient commands.

You crawled forward between Lisa's legs to watch her wriggle up her skirt and pull the gusset of her panties to one side. If this turn of events had surprised her at all, she was certainly more curious than shocked. The pink folds of her labia opened up in front of you, looking somewhat similar to the large flower she had brought as a gift. You were experienced enough with such organs to know where to line your tongue up with. At the end of the day, the shape of each set of genitalia had never meant much to you at all... against the knowledge that you were bringing someone pleasure. Feeling the crush of her thighs against your ears, and the descent of a hand to tangle in your hair; you could already tell the woman had been in need of some attention. Before you knew it, you had worked yourself into a steady, hypnotic rhythm. Lapping up and down the slit of her and seeking out a more tender bud with trance-like, meditative automation. Serving others was just what you were born to do... more than anything else in the world. That realisation had been a long time coming throughout your younger years, but had finally, truly sank home when Ben entered your life. You were a grovelling, servile little sissy-slut, and would put your hands or lips or tongue to work wherever he told you to.

"Oooh! He is good!" Said Lisa, with growing wonderment on her breath. "I really do need to find me one like this..."

Ben chuckled coyly, offering his glass to chink.

"Well you're more than welcome to come around here and borrow him, whenever you like... All this is down to you offering me that job when you did! Else we'd be out on the street, probably trying to rent out that mouth of his for pocket change..."

He laughed again, making clear it was a joke. But you didn't mind at all, face buried up a skirt in your happy place. If it ever came to that and he'd wanted to pimp you out... you'd have done it without question. This was where you felt safest and secure, with a set of nerves sat waiting to be scintillated and no more awkward small-talk to blunder through. Over your head, the pair of them began chatting about the others in their office... with Lisa battling through the occasional panted breath. This was to be the beginning of a long and lasting friendship.

Chapter 4: True Comforts

That evening, you lay cuddled up on the couch with Ben. The room was dark and warm... lit only by a candle or two and the flickering light of the television. Lisa had gone home a good few hours ago, satisfied with the single orgasm you had brought her to, lapping away like the puppy you were. You had cooked a simple meal of pasta for your man, enjoying the feel of his eyes... and occasionally hands, upon you while you danced nervously around the kitchen. Miraculously, nothing had burned, despite these distractions... and you were awash with the blushing pride of having dispensed your housewifely duties without hiccup.

So now, you were receiving your reward... Lying there, wrapped in the arms of the one you loved the most. You could feel the meat and warmth of him buried up to its hilt in your rectum. It was just sitting there, swollen and stiffened. Spreading your sphincter wide and cozying up to your colon. Nothing felt more natural than to have that oh so regular guest back where it belonged. Filling your belly with just that lumpen awareness of him being there, inside you.

The television chattered on to itself, dispensing some binge-worthy drama or other that you had selected but now could barely focus on. The characters on screen and their fantasy lives had never been the point, because you were already living your own perfect fantasy. Lying here feeling your lover's breath stir stray hairs on the top of your head, just ever so slightly. Feeling his steady heartbeat from both within you and behind you. Feeling every slight twitch and movement he made from that point where you were connected. That place where his flesh invaded yours and made you whole again. If this moment could last forever: going no further, but never slipping away. You would be utterly content. Basking in both comfort and anticipation without a single doubt that would ever turn to disappointment. Your master didn't need to fuck you if he didn't want to. He could just use you as a holster for his pistol for as long as he wished. As long as you were of some use to him, what more could you ask for?

... After half an hour or so, he did begin moving though. Slowly. Subtly. Sliding his way in and out of you so gently, that perhaps you might not have noticed at all... Had not every inch of your nervous system been directed towards every aspect of him it could pick up. You could not help but let slip a low, soft moan as it began. The noise of some mewling, hungry baby animal. Transmitting to him just how much your small body needed to be ravished and penetrated. You could happily sit upon his cock forever, yes... but to be pummelled into the couch cushions would be even better. There was a confusing hierarchy to heaven: everything was as incredible as everything else.

This wasn't going to be a furious bout of lovemaking though, that much was certain. He was surely tired after his first day at a new job. Your role was just to be there for him as whatever warm, wet hole he required. His rigid, swollen length slipped in and out of you like a smooth, pneumatic piston. Unhurried but unstoppable. Drawing pleasure for itself from the deep, tight passages of your intestine. You let yourself naturally slip into an answering rhythm of clenching and relaxing. Squeezing and embracing his entries with all of your physicality. Proving to him just how welcome he was in the depths of your being. Trying to maximise every ounce of the experience he might gain from delving into the deepest reaches of you.

Little gasps fell from your lips, still slightly doused in the flavour of the woman he'd had you service. You felt a reddening flush fill your cheeks; the truest blusher a slutty, little sissy-boy like you should ever hope to wear. The TV flashed away, forgotten... as your entire soul was overcome with the sensations of being driven into, and out of. Into... And out of. The slow, grinding moments of friction spaced out between settling seconds of contemplation. Where you could revel in each thrust just long enough to wonder when the next one might be coming.

Out front, still trapped in the confines of your half-tugged-down shorts: Your own meagre penis twitched and throbbed. Inflating a little each time your master reached his peak inside of you, but falling soft again as he dragged himself back out. Every time he reached just the edge of your entrance, the bulbous rim of his helmet brushed your prostate, sending deep shivers of emotion running up your spine. It was a bulldozer-like build up of grinding tremors and turmoil. A rollercoaster rolling at five miles an hour and yet still just dwelling in that intensity of stomach-churning excitement for longer.

You could already tell you weren't going to cum from this, though the throb and swell of Ben's cock told you he would soon. But that didn't matter at all. This was what you were for: to provide climax to others. Nothing was more fulfilling than to feel the last, bucking twitches of your master cumming inside you... Then to lie cooling in the aftermath. Alone with just the night and his slumbering form. With just your thoughts and a trickle of him still leaking out of your asshole. Feeling your heart still thumping at a thousand beats per minute and some deep, primal part of you still aching for him to give it another go. That was all part of it as well... and he knew it.

You would spend the whole next day just dreaming of his cock. Hoping that next time he would bend you forward and slam into you as brutally as you deserved. Oh, what a perfect life you'd found!

Chapter 5: A Tangled Garden

Early the following afternoon, you were indeed still lost in daydreams about Ben and that miraculous lump dangling between his legs. You had spent the morning swanning around the house tidying things up in a loose-fitting dress which had a habit of always dangling off one shoulder or another. It was such a lovely day outside though, so soon enough you were drawn back out into the garden. That little slice of paradise you now owned was actually... more of a jungle right now. It had been sold to you as a 'fixer-upper', left rather wild and overgrown. The old lady who'd owned the house before had clearly had something of a green thumb, you barely recognised any of the plants which were clambering over each other up the walls and fences that comprised the far limits of your queendom. But she'd clearly grown unable to manage the tangle of green towards the end of her time here... hence the decision to move away, nearer to family. You quite liked the way the chaotic overspill of nature rose up even to climb the walls of the house itself, but were aware there was going to be a lot of work involved in learning to tame it again. Despite your more delicate sensibilities, you'd never been one to shy away from getting down and dirty when it was required of you. Gardening was just another set of skills you were determined to pick up in order to make this place perfect for you and Ben.

Just then, a clatter of feet in the alleyway out back startled you out of plans for the future and back to the present. When this was followed by the rattle of your own back fence being clambered over, and the sudden appearance of a lithe, young body nearly dropping into your lap... it was all you could do not to let out a yelp of surprise. The teenage boy who had arrived so suddenly gave a similar look of fear and confusion, but clearly had other things on his mind. For there was the unmistakable sound of multiple pursuers following along down the path behind him. With flashback memories of your own younger years popping up in your mind, you quickly waved him down into one of the many untrimmed bushes one could hide in. While heading off yourself to respond to a pounding of fists against your back gate.

What you did not expect to find when you opened said portal... was a group of quite pretty teenage girls, all about the same age as the boy. They were clearly equally put out to see you, and stepped back a pace, but all made some unabashed effort to peer past and look for their quarry. The leader was a pouting, preening thing. All ginger curls and perfectly-plucked eyebrows. She looked you up and down in what felt like a sharp, clinical assessment... before deigning to speak.

"Um, sorry... Miss... Did somebody just jump over your wall just now?"

You were still not quite used to hearing people refer to you as female... even with that slight pause. It still sent a little thrill of pride zapping through your veins. You weren't even sure yourself yet, which pronouns best suited your new existence here. To be quite honest, it didn't seem to matter much... as long as you were what Ben wanted you to be. The world outside could work out what it wanted to call you, itself.

"Not that I noticed..." You smiled, as sweetly as you could, looking around in false confusion. "Sorry."

You had no idea what was going on here, and had been pretty geared up to deal with some group of gigantic thugs trying to mug the poor lad. So the adrenaline of standing there, wearing your pretty, cotton dress in front of this gaggle of schoolgirls gave little space for them to argue. The lead girl did not look convinced, but wasn't going to push the issue. She murmured something about 'he must have kept going...' and then led the chase onwards, letting you close the door safely behind them.

The young man emerged from his hiding place, shaking twigs from his tomboy-cut hair. He must have been about 18, with a tall, slim build and a sort of aura of clumsy insecurity that you thought you very much recognised. Thin lines of black eyeliner were painted around his lashes, and there were tell-tale signs of light-coloured lipstick and amateur attempts with curling irons as well. It was like looking in a warped mirror from your own teenage years... seeming so long ago now.

"Errm... Thanks... for that." He offered, shuffling nervously as he now got a good look at you. "I kinda forgot old Mrs Jacobs didn't live here anymore. She used to let me in to help with the garden, sometimes... When I needed to get away..."

Chapter 6: Boy, or Doll?

"They're my friends... sort of..." Said the boy, looking sheepish. You had made each of you a cup of herbal tea and were sitting chatting in the sunshine. His name was Tomi, and he was apparently one of your new next door neighbours.

"A lot of people just sorta... started avoiding me, when I started to dress different. But, Shelly and that lot... they seemed really excited about it..."

He reached up to scratch the back of his head, a tell-tale sign of past hurts that had yet to pass. You guessed this was a young man that had never really wanted to be in the spotlight, but had inadvertently dropped himself under one. You knew about high school isolation. It wasn't so much the obvious bullies that hurt the most... they were just cowards and morons. It was those you'd hoped would be allies, who just sort of drifted away. Said all the right things at first... but slowly stopped inviting you round to hang out.

While, on the other side...

"They like to dress me up and put makeup on me and stuff. It's... nice. But it just gets too much for me, sometimes. Y'know?"

He flashed you a shy, little look. Full of feelers reaching out for some sort of connection and common ground. He really was rather pretty. With soft, black hair and an angular, feminine jawline. You yourself were already imagining what you could do with such a perfect doll. Which of your new, frilly outfits would look just darling on his trim, young frame. No wonder those girls were chasing him around town... The self-conscious creature could be a model if he wanted. Yet, you could still remember the awkwardness you'd felt, as you'd struggled to work out who you were and where you fit in the world. Tossed between those who hated you for no greater reason than existing and those who would try to vicariously live out their own fetishes through you. Those like Roxanne, who would pluck you out to be their personal plaything and then oh so quickly grown bored when they found out you were more than just an off-hand fantasy.

Immediately a decision was made for you. This beautiful creature needed a wing to be taken under. The kind of support you had been grasping out for, all through your life. It was hard to imagine yourself being that kind of mother hen... having only just reached this precarious point of contentment and stability. Yet some deep, brooding part of you could not let this young man go back out into the world without letting him know that he could share this sanctuary of yours.

"Well... I might not be Mrs Jacobs, Lovey... But if you ever need somewhere to hide, you are more than welcome to jump over our fence..."

You looked around at the tangles of greenery lying under most of those stated entry points, now a little embarrassed by the state of it all. Tomi must have seen it in its prime.

"To be honest... If you can remember what she used to get you to do... I really could use some help with all this. I don't even know where to start!"

The teenager's eyes lit up like christmas lights. You got the feeling he'd been hoping against hope you would say nothing else the entire time. Within minutes he was excitedly naming all the plants the old lady had shown him and all the chores he used to manage. You couldn't help but smile at the pure, unadulterated enthusiasm that gushed forth from within that tall, timid exterior. Before long the two of you were deep in the bowels of the undergrowth, tugging at weeds and staining your fine dress green. You didn't mind at all though. It felt good to be getting stuck into something practical and worthy with this suddenly sunny character. Occasionally you even caught him casting sly glances across your own hard-won curves. Something the slutty little harlot in you couldn't help but relish and pose for. This new friendship might be fun.

Chapter 7: Shredded Dresses

By the time Ben arrived home, you must have looked quite the state. Twigs and leaves trapped in your hair, muddy knees unveiled by the fact that you'd knotted up your dress around your waist to keep it's trailing hem out of the way. Like some lost, dishevelled goddess of nature and fertility from a forgotten Greek pantheon. Tomi had made no comment as you had slowly wound up those side-slit flaps of cotton that had continually been tripping you up. Revealing those smooth, toned legs that you went through such daily pains to maintain. He'd made no comment that you'd in fact pulled them up so far that the occasional flashy of lacy, silken panties was all but inevitable. He'd made no comment... but you knew he'd noticed. Internally kicking yourself slightly that even around this young thing you felt so immediately protective over; you couldn't hold back the exhibitionist urges.

If your lover and master was surprised not to find you waiting at the door for his arrival, he didn't show it. He did at least get to see you on your knees as he pushed through the backdoor. Quietly watching you battle with a bramble for what must have been several minutes before announcing his presence with a laugh...

Said laugh was elicited by the stubborn, spiky monster finally giving way, only to topple you onto your backside and tear a great rent in your already battered dress. 'Oh, bother!', said in a Winnie the Pooh-like manner, seemed the only natural reaction. Which, in turn, only increased the chuckling at your expense. Even Tomi couldn't help but join in... Somehow, he had remained utterly spotless, despite having almost certainly managed to make a lot more actual leeway on the section of garden he'd been working on. Not a hair out of place, nor spot of mud on his smart, school uniform. You blossomed into a burst of beetroot red on realising how irreparably damaged you'd left your wonderful clothing, in front of the kind soul who'd only just bought it for you.

Still, he just waved away your apologies of course. Far more interested in being introduced to your hard-working guest and hearing how he'd arrived. Before long, your man had jumped into action himself... and all three of you spent a good hour more laughing and joking as you cleared a good quarter of the overgrowth already.

"You'd best wear something a bit tougher if you're going to keep this up, though... Else you'll be giving the whole neighbourhood an eyeful every afternoon!"

The smile your lover offered with this statement suggested he wouldn't mind that much at all. His attention wandering most unsuitably across the exposed flashes of your soft skin and lacy undergarments. Between the eyes of him and your teenage guest, you suddenly felt very much like a plastic display mannequin; half-dressed in a wide shop window. A thrill shivered through you, just like the first time you had stepped out into the street in a skirt with shaved legs on show. By now, you were well aware that your cock-teasing, sissy heart loved nothing more than to flaunt the effeminate body you'd worked so hard to win. Still, some residual sense of guilt and shame made you squirm through every opportunity you had to do so.

"M-maybe I'd be better just starting off naked, in the first place... That way they wouldn't get a surprise!" You tried to joke, leaning in for a reassuring kiss from the man who gave you the confidence to tease him so.

Tomi watched on with interest, smiling to himself. You got the impression seeing the relationship you and Ben had gave the younger man some sense of warmth and hope. At least you hoped that was the case.

"Well you know I wouldn't complain..." The holder of your heart and soul suggested, his strong hand supporting the back of your head. Demanding that you study his jawline through several bated breaths. "But, for now... Why don't you go get changed, and I'll get started on dinner?"

He turned to face your guest, while you were still struck hypnotised by the handsomeness of your partner. "I take it you're staying for dinner Tomi, as payment for all your hard work putting up with this one?"

Chapter 8: A Taste of Things to Cum

Tomi had indeed gladly accepted the invitation, seeming happy for any excuse to stay here and get to know the two of you better. He told you his single mother worked late shifts as a nurse and so he often had to spend long evenings alone, sorting his own meals. It again struck you as strangely grown up to be feeding and hosting a nice young man after he'd spent all afternoon helping you in the garden. The sort of general suburban nicety that you still thought of as 'something your parents might do', rather than something you were readily capable of. Just another shade of stability and homeliness that you'd never really considered possible until you'd met Ben.

Of course... there was another way of looking at it. One that you were trying to ignore while also revelling a little in the connotations of.

"Well that's a pretty, young thing you've lured into our backyard." Teased your lover, as you returned from the bedroom refreshed and re-dressed. "Are you already trying to corrupt all the good, Christian schoolboys with your devilish, hedonistic ways?"

He took you into his arms and squeezed your bubbly behind with just the right amount of pressure to make you press yourself up against him in giggling delight.

"Hey! He jumped into my evil lair all of his own accord... running away from a bunch of pretty girls, no less... What's a witch like me supposed to do, when they make it as easy as that?"

It was corny... but fun to turn around the fears you had about moving into this quieter, less 'up to date with modern sensibilities' neighbourhood. He knew it still worried you slightly that everyone might actually turn up with pitchforks and burning torches if they happened to notice the small bulge in the front of your short-shorts. Despite all the evidence so far that that was utterly ridiculous. You glanced out at the teenager still diligently digging away outside the kitchen window. He was very pretty... and had not been subtle in the way his eyes were drawn along the soft, womanly curves of you.

"You'll just have to make sure my unsuitable urges are fulfilled in other ways... Master." You offered, reaching up a hand to cup the fork between his thighs. Quietly, carefully... unzipping the swelling you found there.

You slid yourself down to the level you felt most comfortable at. Trusting that the owner of your soul would give fair warning if your guest was approaching the door. It had been near two hours since Ben had got home from work, and you hadn't tasted his cock yet. That was quite probably a record in restraint for an insatiable, little sword-swallower like you. It felt so gloriously kinky, to be here slathering your tongue across his shaft not 3 metres away from your innocent new friend. You ran your lips from tip to balls and hugged the shaft of meat against your cheek, delighting in the dribbling strings of saliva that glistened in the afternoon sun and tied you to that limb you loved so much.

'Cock, cock, cock.' Went through your sissy mind: a happy little mantra that was almost always singing away to itself at the back of your skull. You had come to terms long ago with the fact that you were undeniably obsessed with sex and flesh and slimy, gushing fluids. It was just a haphazard layer of pretence that you wore on top of that for all the moments of the day that you couldn't be exactly where you belonged. Food and friends and sun and laughter were all very lovely... but really, you were nothing more than a pink and perky fucktoy, put on this earth to pleasure anyone you could get a hold of. It was the fact that your master knew that... and loved that about you too... That made you certain he was the one you loved the most.

After several minutes of well-practised work... You won the mouthful you'd been craving. An evening meal just wouldn't taste right without a backdrop of fresh semen to wash it down with. Salty and throat-clogging it might be... but by now, there was no ambrosia you considered tastier. You held it in your mouth as you zipped him back up, savouring every aspect of it as the pungent smell and texture seemed to creep up the back of your throat.

Cheekily, Ben immediately tapped on the window to call Tomi in to eat... So you had to quickly wipe the glisten from your chin and offer a closed-lip smile and wave. Trying to keep a blush from burning onto your cheeks. Oh, if only that poor boy knew what bad influences he'd dropped in upon.

Chapter 9: A Mother Comes Knocking

Your teenage guest stayed for all the evening, eating ice cream on the couch beside the pair of you. It meant that you couldn't settle into quite so cosy a position with Ben as you usually would... but that was worth the chance to be penned in on either side by such handsome young men. You were certain your lover would make up for lost time and intimacy later.

After a while of watching one movie or another, you couldn't help but begin idly playing with Tomi's hair. His dark, springy curls just asked to be fiddled with and the boy beneath bristled positively with every scratch of his scalp. He was very much like an alley-cat, you had decided... an independent soul that really was just looking for some place to feel at home. He nestled in against you and waves of motherly urges you never knew existed took hold. Perhaps it was just all the oestrogen pills you popped every morning... or some deeper spiritual broodiness that you could not control. All you knew was that your heart told you this young man was precious, and needed to be nurtured and protected at all costs.

"Can we keep him?" You whispered to Ben, low enough that perhaps the subject didn't hear it.

Your lover smiled and shook his head, though whether in true denial or just dismissal of your general silliness you couldn't tell. It didn't matter anyway... if you wanted a pet, your master would get you a pet. That was just how spoiled he kept you.

A knock at the door shook all three from your trances. "Oh! That'll be Mum..." Exclaimed Tomi, glancing down at his phone. "I did text her where I was."

All three of you headed to the doorway, feeling guilty but not quite sure why. The front door opened to a face that was kind but clearly tired... not really prepared for new people and small talk. Yet she made the effort to pump out a polite smile and not seem like she was unhappy to meet you.

"Hi, I'm Sara. Thank you so much for feeding him, sorry if he just sorta turned up... He does that..."

She chuckled a little, letting her son pass by and patting him lovingly on the shoulder. Your own feelings from earlier ran into a brick wall when faced with this woman who had actually birthed the beautiful creature. You felt like a usurper trying to steal this nice lady's rightful place as loving guardian for such a jewel. Yet there was no mistrust or suspicion in the way she looked at you, nor any hint that she even recognised you were not quite as you seemed.

"No, no... He was helping me in the garden. It was lovely! I'm kinda helpless..."

You fell back on shyness and self-debasement, as you always had. But Sara seemed happy enough to take the compliment to her brood.

"Oh, well I'm sure he'll be back around before long then. I don't know where he gets his green thumb from... Coz it's not from me." She smiled again, more honestly warmly this time. "Maybe I'll get a chance to invite you both over for a glass of wine at some point... It would be nice to welcome you to the neighbourhood properly! But I really need a bath and bed right now..."

The hint was taken graciously, and you let the two of them leave with waves and blown kisses. All your nerves from moving here suddenly assuaged by such a warm welcome and set of faces to put to the building next door. It really did seem like this might be the start of a whole new world of friendships and connections, far from what you'd left behind.

Ben shut the door and led you upstairs, tugging upon the collar around your neck. The next order of business was obvious, of course... He was going to bend you over and pound your ass red until you collapsed into a drooling puddle of sleep.

Chapter 10: Tuesday's Child has...

Midway through the next morning, you slid out the long, pale pink box from the side of your wardrobe. Opened up, its glinting array of contents were revealed: one neat line of gleaming silver, each adorned with a day of the week. The buttplugs had been your 1 month anniversary present from Ben, each increasing slightly in size as the week went on. At the time, they had been rather necessary set of training wheels as your rear end got used to what you would now consider its primary role. But they were also a secret reminder as to who you really belonged to, while you flunked your way through art college and so rarely got to see him. You had worn them diligently; in every class or around the dorms. Sometimes it meant you felt like you were sitting on an anthill all day. Sometimes there was a near miss where one slipped loose and almost got you caught in catastrophic embarrassment. It didn't matter... you still slid another in the very next day.

Now, of course... they were more a sentimental collection. No longer required accessories with every day's attire. But you still liked to pop one in from time to time; whenever you needed a little encouragement to face the outside world. It gave you a source of focus and comfort, somehow: to feel that cool, round lump buried between your cheeks. Your inner musculature welcoming it in snugly, like an old and treasured friend. It was a solid secret, just for you. A hidden piece of sluttery that every stranger who passed you by knew nothing about. That was a source of great courage, for someone as naturally shy as you. It made worrying about anything else seem really rather silly.

With that secured, you picked out a pair of suitable, lacy red panties to hold it in. You were already wearing a multi-layered skirt to cover those over and a nice, loose blouse above that. The usual padded bra and sticky pasties gave some form to your chest... a vanity you allowed yourself for heading out in public without Ben. It didn't matter if people thought you were a woman... but it made it feel safer if they did. Explaining your rather alternative lifestyle became more tiresome and awkward every time... even without the risk of more hostile reactions. Besides, you would be lying not to admit that every time an obviously proudly 'Hetero' man gave your effeminate body a leering once over, or some clueless workmen wolf-whistled across the street, you didn't feel just that little bit of smug glee at their expense.

You set out towards town with heels clicking beneath you, adding a fair few inches to your still modest height. There was something about walking through the sunshine with your legs bared, a breeze tugging at your skirt and the tightrope pacing of high heels, that filled your soul with happiness. It made you feel like you were walking on air... though you still had to keep a wary eye out for any bumps and cracks in the pavings. People smiled as you passed, mowing lawns or washing cars, it really was a whole different world from the inner city life you'd come from.

With a wicker basket under your arm, for all appearances the sitcom housewife to a tee, you skipped through the doors of the local grocery store... ready to scour the aisles for anything you could spoil your master with.

Chapter 11: Just out of Reach

The store was crowded, but also empty. The shelves seeming to lean in towards each other, overladen with what seemed like a completely random selection of everything you didn't need right now. It was a far cry from the brutally efficient supermarkets where you used to live. Those were designed to let you find what you needed then throw you back out the door as soon as possible. While this place seemed to threaten you'd become lost and buried under some long forgotten boxes of out of date pasta at the back, and never be seen again.

The two young men at the checkout were laughing and joking with each other as you came in... though you noticed a distinct stutter to their conversation as you passed. Exactly the sort of pause which might occur when two red blooded males couldn't help but check out your ass, you thought. The possibility sending you quickly on down an aisle with warm cheeks, but a little more sway to your step.

You weaved between the teetering stacks of boxes and tins, looking for any items which were near approximations of what you had on your list. It was quite fun, really... to work out just what you could make a meal out of in all these strange-shaped vegetables and 'locally made' produce. Soon enough there was only one essential item left to find... and it was the one you were most unsure would be available, but least wanted to have to go ask about. You scoured the shop for a good ten minutes, circling the whole place twice... before you finally spied what you were looking for: There, on the very top shelf. Was a large tub of Vaseline.

Lube was not an optional necessity in your household... and without the late-night opening, discreet little sex shops you were used to... supplies were running short. So here was a chance to restock you simply could not pass by. Yet, where it currently sat waiting... was far beyond your reach. Looking around in anguish, you were suddenly heartened again: there, to one side, lay a wheelable stool for just this very purpose. You collected it without delay and, setting down your basket, began the precarious task of ascending in those oh-so impractical heels. You managed to clamber up alright, and stretch yourself skyward... but, even then, the tub was just out of reach.

At that very moment of scrabbling defeat, a voice suddenly rang out from behind you: "Can I help, Miss?"

It was one of the store clerks from the checkouts... and he was tall. He must have been about your own age, with tousled red hair and the makings of a beard. He reached up beside you easily, and handed over the Vaseline without a comment. What he said next, however sent shivers running through your spine.

"We've been sorta meaning to tell you since you walked in... Your skirt... at the back."

You looked at him in blank horror, completely baffled by what he could mean. Then, slowly, craned your neck around to consider your own posterior. One of the flared sections of the lowest layer of your oh-so flowy skirt... was caught up in your panties. It must have been like that since you slid your silver companion in and wriggled those lacy undergarments up. The true reality of the entire morning set in: Every. Single. Person. You'd passed on the way here, must have been able to see flashes of that silky, red material... if not a whole lot more.

Mortification... along with a memory of every single smile you'd met. Came crashing in immediately. Your face bloomed a crimson almost identical to the material which had caused such dismay and... You promptly fell off the stool.

Chapter 12: Taking a Tumble

Strong arms reached out just in the nick of time and... plucked you from the air. It wasn't quite so graceful and elegant as the usual romcom affairs would have you think; there was still a significant clatter and bump as you ended up with legs splayed awkwardly and one shoe now on backwards somehow. The sudden, buoying embrace of this stranger however, was certainly suffice to make you feel like a damsel falling from her carriage... albeit one who's first thought was to rapidly tweak the back of her skirt and check no bulges were showing at the front.

Still, there was suitable time to remain stunned and locked in his gaze for a moment... that first wave of embarrassment burning through long enough to meet another prickling flare coming back the other way. There were just too many things to be humiliated by at once! It all seemed to cancel out and just leave you paralysed and catatonic in this stranger's grip.

"That was close..." He said, still holding that large tub of vaseline, which had ended up clutched to your stomach in the tumble. He lifted you up and set you back on your feet, leaving that container in your care. You might have been more self-conscious about holding it, were it not for everything else that had gone wrong already.

"Um... yes. T-thank you." Was all you could think to reply, as he scooped you back onto your feet.

"Hasn't really been your morning, has it?" He chuckled, clearly trying to inject some humour into the situation to reassure you. "Next time, maybe just ask for some help... We really don't mind lending a pretty girl a hand."

His smile was warm and genuine... though the words were perhaps not so innocent. You were already too blushed out to react to the compliment, so you just brushed some of your thrown-about hair back into place and followed him to the checkout.

The young man kept chatting away merrily as he rang up your basket, slowly diffusing the awkwardness of the entire affair. You barely offered more than one word answers, but he did succeed in making you smile once or twice. You were beginning to come to the conclusion that 'Trev' was a genuinely nice guy... as well as being really quite handsome. Whether that made it better or worse that he had already seen your panties, you didn't know.

"So, are you new around here? I haven't seen your face before..."

The question required a more direct answer, drawing you out of your clammed up shell.

"O-h, err yeah... We just moved here over the weekend... Me and my, um, partner."

The deflation in Trev's hopes was visible, though he made efforts to hide it. It was a little flattering to imagine that he had already been planning dates, even with someone who could clearly barely dress themself.

"That's a shame... I was planning to ask for your number." He offered, honestly.

It was always so difficult in situations like this, where your world bumped up against the conventional one in ways that just didn't quite match. This poor soul had no idea that you were really just a dressed up sexual plaything with more between your legs than he might expect. The urge to squeal: 'I'm a boy, is that okay?!' in his face was palpable, just to end the self-doubt of whether he'd still find you attractive if he knew. And as for what he might consider the definition of 'partner' to be... compared to how you and Ben did...

You looked into his eyes and saw a boy that you'd very much like to get to know better... for better or worse. Your ever-horny little heart beating with the possibility of feeling those arms around you again.

"W-well... I don't really know anyone around here yet... and Ben's at work all day... So... It might be nice to have someone to show me around?"

You grabbed a pen from the desk and scrawled a few digits on the back of your receipt, signing it 'Sam' with a heart. Then fled from the shop before the sniggers of Trev's colleague could reach you.

Chapter 13: Loyalty

Guilt washed through you at the thought of what you had just done... though you knew it was utterly misplaced, really. It was more the idea that Trev might think you were considering infidelity that worried you, rather than Ben. You knew well enough what your lover and master's opinions were on the matter.

Fastwalking back towards the safety of home, you escaped into nostalgic memories to avoid considering how many cheery neighbours you were passing... had seen an awful lot of you on the way in. You belonged to Ben, that much was undeniably true. But he was not a jealous owner... and certainly not above sharing his toys, even with complete strangers.

When you had first gone out to a gay bar with him, dressed in short-shorts and a baggy t-shirt... you had still been technically dating Roxanne. Finding them in bed together and then just being invited to join in, had so muddied the waters of everything you understood about yourself. Yet, this striking older boy had been so kind and understanding and different from everyone else you'd met. He didn't seem to care what the conventions were for any situation. He'd come round to fuck your girlfriend in the afternoon, then take you out drinking and dancing all night... soaking in the music and atmosphere of bars and clubs you never even knew existed before.

Sat together on benches in the park, watching the dawning sun reflect off dappled water with no-one else around. You'd lay your head in his lap and take his cock into your mouth with absolutely none of the fears, doubts and trepidations that had seemingly always defined your existence. It didn't matter if some other hungover, walk-of-shame stranger dragged themselves through the shrinking shadows nearby. Ben would just smile and wave and you were simply where you belonged, bobbing away so happily. It still seemed slightly strange to acknowledge: that those were some of your most precious memories... but they were.

Every night he would introduce you to more of his friends, and they were all so colourful and varied and interesting. They'd fawn over you and coo at how pretty you were and how good you were getting at putting on makeup or picking out dresses. Ben would sing the praises of your burgeoning erotic skillset as casually as any other compliments he might pay you. Leaving you twiddling your thumbs red faced as they discussed comparisons to other 'bottoms' they'd known.

The first time he'd just flatly offered you over for someone to 'try out' had been jarring and bewildering. Yet... within a week you had probably tasted the genitalia of most of his closest associates, male or female. It became an everyday occurrence for you to meet him at the bar after a day's studies and before long be dragged to the bathroom by one person or another. They became the group you'd consider your closest friends too, with the fact they all fucked you barely relevant. The art college cliques you'd stuck to the edges of falling away and the student flat you shared with Roxanne becoming somewhere you slept less and less. From one place to another you'd be fawned over or screwed senseless, then passed along to the next doting admirer. While always there was Ben in the background, watching over you as you realised just what kind of person you actually were.

Being a sissy slut didn't mean you were disloyal or capricious or confused in your gender and sexuality. You knew now exactly where you fit in all the complex circles of human interaction: You existed to give others pleasure. To make them smile and sigh with every inch of you you could. Ben had shown you that, so he was the one you loved above all others... but, in that, he knew you well enough to know keeping you all to himself was a waste. He was more than happy to see you pounded into the floor by anyone who wished to do so... because he knew that, really, that was where you were at your happiest.

Chapter 14: A Neighbour in Pain

Arriving back at what you were slowly managing to acknowledge was your house, a scene outside announced that you were not the only one having a rather frustrating day. Sara, the single mother from next door, was stood at her gate looking despairingly down at a split bag of groceries and it's scattered contents across the floor. Even as you watched, the woman made an attempt to bend down and scoop some of them back together, without dropping the other bags she was still holding. It was obvious she was in some sort of pain though, wincing with the futile effort and cursing under her breath.

You hurried over to offer help, your own shopping seeming an infinitesimal load compared to how much she had managed to carry back. Between the two of you, you just about managed to get the whole lot inside and settled upon her kitchen table.

"Thanks... It's Sam, right?" The 30-something year old sighed, exhaustedly as she flopped down into a precarious-looking wooden chair. "Those blasted things do that all the time!"

You looked around at the messy interior of her and Tomi's house. It was a far cry from the barely unpacked from its plastic wrapping feel of your new home. Piles of medical textbooks and highschool revision guides covered all surfaces, along with drying racks of skinny jeans and bras. It was chaotic, but cozy... the living space of two people who never had enough time for tidying up or modesty, but who were wholly comfortable around each other.

Sara had spotted your gaze, and possibly felt a little embarrassed about the state of things. "Sorry it's so messy... I only get one day off a week these days, and there's always so much to do!"

You shook your head quickly, not wanting to seem critical at all. You had grown up in just such a household, so knew the strains well. "Are you alright? It looked like something was hurting you out there... and that is a lot of shopping!"

The woman couldn't help but run a hand up to the part of her neck and shoulders which were clearly still aching, though she tried to wave off concern. "Oh, it's nothing. A lot of the nurses get it... too much running around all day. I'll be fine, don't worry."

There was a pride and strength to her that you immediately admired, and told you a lot about why Tomi seemed like such a nice, well-raised young man. Yet, you couldn't just leave a woman in pain... it wasn't in you. You immediately offered to help her put everything away. It gave you both a little time to chat through the pleasantries of each other's lives, and expand upon what her son had obviously relayed since meeting you. You caught Sara giving the occasional sideways glance at your... immodest choice of ladies' attire, but she made no comment and seemed genuinely glad to have someone to unload her troubles upon. In climbing up on chairs to place things in higher cupboards... you were suddenly reminded that you had one of those glinting, silver buttplugs squirreled away behind an unsuitable amount of lacy fabric, but could only hope against hope that your host didn't notice. The motions of clambering up onto a wobbly platform in your heels while trying to keep your skirt down and knees together began making you quite embarrassingly hot and bothered. It moved the lump inside of you... and kept the possible threat of it falling out with a thunk, ever looming.

Still, the pair of you eventually managed to get everything stored away, without further catastrophe; and by the end were becoming fast friends in the process. It seemed distinctly like Sara's motherly instincts had kicked in, deciding you were someone precious worth protecting. She seemed a little anxious about what details of your relationship with Ben you'd let slip, a common problem you faced when you didn't want to reveal the more sexual nature of your arrangements. You supposed it sounded more like you were just a subservient 'kept woman', to those who didn't realise you were actually more of a human sextoy and male by birth. You did your best to emphasize how happy you were in such a situation, but perhaps that made it worse.

Yet, it was obvious that Sara was still in pain... even half an hour later. Whatever muscle she'd pulled or nerve she'd pinched was in no hurry to relent. The desire to help burned furiously inside of you, as ever it did for whomever you could. A creature that devoted his life to the pleasure of others, could not stand by at idle suffering.

"You know... I've been trying to teach myself massage... as a surprise for Ben." You drummed up the courage to admit. "I could use a little practice... if you wanted me to have a go at that?"

The single mother smiled... clearly about to politely refuse... Only then another twinge went right through her. With a shrug of 'well it can hardly get much worse', she relented to say:

"Umm... okay, why not? I'll be your guinea pig!"

Which was how, not ten minutes later... you ended up with a half-dressed woman on your couch, waiting for a little dish of oil to heat up.

Chapter 15: Soft Hands

It really was a surprisingly short amount of time: between you inviting Sara into your house, and the woman being stood there in just her underwear. You barely had a chance to put some towels across the sofa and close the curtains, before she stripped immediately down to her skivvies. Partly it was due to the general shamelessness of those in her line of work, you guessed. Medical practitioners as a whole didn't have much time for being squeamish about naked bodies, theirs or otherwise. But you got the feeling there was a little more to her eagerness to bare all in front of you, than just that.

"Would you prefer if I took my bra off too?" She asked, pinning you with an inquisitive stare.

You blushed deeply, trying not to leave your gaze lingering jealously on the mature curves she'd already exposed.

"Y-you don't have to..." You squeaked, feebly trying to avoid the question being your own choice. "All that matters really is that you're comfortable!"

The woman shrugged. "Well, give me a hand then... I'm still struggling to reach that high. We're all girls here, after all..."

She turned her back and offered the clasps for you to unfasten, which you reached towards with trembling fingers.

"Umm... You know I wasn't... I'm not... I just dress like..." You struggled to find the words, as you always had. Still slightly terrified that the response would involve screaming or slapping or crowds with torches and pitchforks.

"But what matters is who you are now, right?" Offered Sara in rescue, turning her head to offer a reassuring smile.

You realised that her hurry to get undressed might also have been an overcompensated show of solidarity. A phenomenon among certain older ladies that you had encountered several times over the years. It was almost as if they couldn't wait to flash their tits out at you, once they'd decided you were safe. A fact that somehow both warmed you heart and made you feel even more guilty and embarrassed. After all... it wasn't as if you didn't find Sara's buxom form alluring.

You managed to get her safely laid out upon the sofa, and a little dish of oil bubbling above its candle. Shoes off, you set straight to work spreading that warm and viscous liquid across her swathe of skin. As always... the sense of running your soft hands across someone else's body sent little shivers of endorphins running up your spine. There really was nothing that made you happier than the idea that you were kneading some small amount of pleasure and relaxation into another person's life. It didn't need to be sexual at all... You just liked to help. To soothe. To serve. That was what mattered.

After a while, you were feeling a bit more confident in exploring the contours of Sara's muscles with your hands. Following a thousand youtube guides you must have watched and re-watched over and over. You hoped it was achieving something towards un-knotting her built up tensions... and had certainly not received any complaints, which was probably a good sign.

"You know..." You began, just about ready to broach the subject which had been on your mind for the last twenty minutes or more. "I don't actually really identify as a girl... either."

It was something you didn't really hand out often, mainly to keep life simpler... but you had quickly come to view Sara as someone you could trust... and someone you wanted to recognise you for who you were sooner, rather than later. Though the prospect still made you anxious.

"Hmm..." Replied a sleepy-sounding massage customer, her contented hum almost seeming purr-like. "It doesn't matter much to me, Lovely... as long as you keep doing that."

You decided to push on anyway... wanting to get out the words while you still had the courage to do so.

"I'm actually more of an... object... really. So I'm not really male or female..."

Chapter 16: That Which Gives us Purpose

Sara's eyes flicked open from their stupor at that, hints of confusion and surprise clear in their depths. You waited with bated breath for what her response might be... though your hands never stopped their diligent work.

"You shouldn't..." The woman tried to find the words to react to what you had just announced, clearly not quite grasping how you could describe yourself so or whether you had been joking. "Sam... You shouldn't put yourself down like that... You're a person, as much as anyone else. Non-binary... isn't that what it's called? That still doesn't make you like a... chair or something."

You smiled at her attempts to bolster and encourage you, glad that you'd been proved right in your trust that here was someone willing to actually listen to what you had to say... even if she hadn't yet reached the point of understanding it. Still, you were determined to press on. To live this new life you'd taken upon yourself, without shame or hiding.

"No... I mean well, yes... I guess that's sort of right... But the point is I don't think it matters whether I'm male or female. It's just not even part of how I define myself. Of who I am. Instead... I think it matters more what I like to do. What makes me happy... What my purpose is... So, see: More like an object... Or a tool..."

Sara seemed to be getting it now... she nodded thoughtfully, though her sharp, dark eyebrows remained knitted and creased.

"So... What is it that you think of as your purpose Sam? What do you do, that makes everything else unimportant?"

Your face bloomed red again, as of course it would. Some foolish part of you had dreamed that you could skirt around the subject in general without making it all seem just overtly sexual... But then, if honesty was what this was... You couldn't really hide how much your erotic nature was indeed part and parcel with it.

"I-I like to make people... happy. I like to bring people... pleasure. You know... that's just... all I really want from life..."

The older woman blinked. Your massaging hands having finally faltered as this revelation of the kind of person she had entered the home of and undressed in front of came to full fruition. The air seemed thick and heavy with the smell of hot oils and the faraway honks of suburban traffic.

"So, you think of yourself as basically just a... What? A walking dildo... is that right?" The smile that came with the statement was toothy and teasing... but also seemed to be coming around to the idea that this was actually what you believed.

"Umm... well sort of... yes. Though it's not just all about... I do, do other things that aren't... But mostly... Yes." Your words went round in a circle as you tried to wriggle through their meanings, to find some way of further justifying yourself beyond the obvious.

"And Ben... He's okay with this?... He isn't forcing you or anything?"

"No! No... He's very... supportive. He likes me to... Back in the city we... I've always secretly dreamed of having someone like him, who..."

It felt distinctly like you hadn't finished a sentence throughout this entire conversation. But, it was still so hard to struggle through all your social hangups to just admit the truth about who you were and how you felt.

Sara's piercing eyes had not left you for a second, searching out any hint that you were being forced or coerced into this life you chose to lead. But she could find nothing there of concern. So instead she simply settled back down... and let your hands resume their oily motions.

"Well... then I'm glad you've found what makes you happy, hun. Maybe... Maybe we'd all be a bit more content if we looked at things like you do. Thank you for telling me about it, Sam. I think you're going to make for a very... interesting neighbour."

Chapter 17: A Woman in Need

Some fifteen minutes later, Sara had rolled herself over. Apparently now perfectly happy to have you massage her front as well. You got the distinct impression that the revelations about who her new neighbour really was had piqued her interest in more ways than one. The invested manner in which she chatted away with you and offered more and more of her body up to be stroked and kneaded, spoke of a woman who simply did not get enough of a chance to unload her worries and tensions in day to day life. You suspected the life of a single mother nurse, still studying for further promotions... was a lonely and insular one, especially now her son was old enough to head out into the world.

You had started with her legs and feet on this side... still slightly shy of how confidently this still veritable stranger had unveiled her magnificent breasts in front of you. She wasn't exactly a beauty queen: dark, tangled hair spilling out from its bun, strong angular features granting the intensity that her son somehow wore prettier. But her curving, mature form was toned and womanly in ways you could not help but feel a little jealous of. Her thighs told tales of years spent running to keep fit between shifts, and waist of meals skipped as problems on the ward dragged her and her colleagues away from their lunch. She was imperfect and pointy and lumpy and squishy in all the ways humans were and thus was unquestionably perfect in your eyes. You were not shallow in picking which masters you served... if they had any skin, then you longed to caress it.

Still not quite sure of how intimate Sara wanted you to get, you pushed on past her simple cotton panties and on to push fingers into the musculature of her stomach. You were running out of places and techniques that a polite and healing massage between neighbours might end up. In fact, it almost seemed like the woman was testing how far you would proceed on your own... keeping you distracted with chatter about unrelated things while your hands were forced to just keep wandering. Till, all of a sudden... she simply asked:

"So, do you like to make ladies feel good too, Sam? Is that why you're trying so desperately not to look at my tits right now?"

You nodded, slowly... Aware of how close your fingers had now gotten to her bare and ample chest. Aware that you had somehow ended up sat straddling this woman's pelvis with only your own lacy red panties between her and the plug still buried in your asshole. Could she feel that?! You wondered; a new worry to grab hold of.

The woman seemed to be calculating something, staring up at you. Readjusting her view of the world in general a little... just to accommodate this strange new creature she'd encountered. "Well, you've certainly done a wonder for my shoulder... but I've got to say... It's been a long, long time since I've found myself this close up and cozy with anyone..."

She reached up and stroked your cheek. Your rosy-painted lips. "I never thought I'd say this to someone I've just met yesterday... in a miniskirt and heels, no less. But, could you maybe... do a little more for me? I think... I think, perhaps... That a walking, talking dildo is just what I need, right now."

Nothing more needed to be added. You leaned forward into the woman's embracing kiss in an instant. It hadn't even entered into your head, that barely one week into your new life... you'd be snogging the sexually frustrated older woman next door. Feeling the squish of her oh-so-real breasts against your own falsely-padded bra. The churn of her stomach muscles between your smooth, bare thighs. However, once someone, anyone, instigated eroticism... your true nature just took over. Your compulsion to please. To grovel and worship. To grant them whatever naughty, little dreams they had of you. If Sara wanted you to be her silicone secret under the bed... then there was nothing else you could be. That was the great gift and the curse of Sissyhood: If someone wanted you, you were theirs. It didn't matter how much you loved and adored Ben, you could not resist the call to serve.

Chapter 18: A Moan Caught Out

Sara moaned. Deep and honestly. Not the half-forced noises a younger girl might make in hopes that such was the correct encouragement her beau wanted to hear, but the unfiltered sound of tensions finally released. Of a woman whose life offered far too little time or opportunity to find pleasure in her own flesh.

You liked to think you'd learned a thing or two about serving the feminine form, over your years of loving and then appearing as one. Yet, in all honesty... you didn't think it would've taken much to tip this poor, pent-up creature over the edge. Sex was such an endless, ongoing focus of your life, that you sometimes forgot there were those who went months or even years without feeling the touch of another.

Your long, slender fingers were warm within the tight confines of her simple, cotton panties. A small patch of curling fur greeting you there and tickling between your working digits. The centre two you had slipped inside the soft, wet entrance you had found, earning a coating of lubricating encouragement. Her inner self was squishy and welcoming, the surrounding muscles grabbing hold and drawing you in with eager clenches. Meanwhile, up above... you put mouth to breast as any small mammal would. Running your tongue around each areola and sucking upon each nipple. Sometimes you'd nibble one, just a little. Adding sharp twinges of excitement to the nerves you were preying on... or praying at. For, to you: this was worship. This was the purest, sacred showing of the only faith and religion you'd ever needed. Anyone could be your God or Goddess... all they had to do was ask. Your place was on your knees, begging to be allowed to throw yourself upon their altar. There was nothing you held holier than that.

"Do you ever use that, as well?" Asked the taller, older woman. Reaching out to cup and grasp the swelling lump straining against your red-laced underwear.

To your feminised shame... you were actually quite well endowed in that department. A fact that was nothing if not a source of endless frustration for you. Tucking things in and trapping them away to try and hide any hint of telltale bulges was a battle against your own body's excited reactions to tight clothing and skimpy outfits. You wanted to feel like a sexy, little whore-boy... dressed specifically to invite any wandering eye. But you also bloomed red and glowing at the very thought of those passing glances spotting the swelling lump their gazes might cause in you. Ah... it was so complicated wanting to be both visible and invisible at the same time. Schrödinger's slut. The embarrassed exhibitionist.

"Sometimes..." You admitted, shy of even suggesting you could take a position more top than your ever-comforting bottom. It wasn't as if you were entirely against using that particular tool to provide and receive erogenous attention. It was just that everything that it seemed to stand for ran counter to who you were.

The female form held a different sort of fascination for you, than your relatively straight and simple gluttony for cock. Every hole you had was simply a receptacle waiting to be filled, but your adoration for those born to be softer and curvaceous was more an idolising aesthetic devotion. You'd agonised whether you were transexual for the longest time. Perhaps were still agonising about it now, somewhere within... But your body had never really seemed not your own. Nor the presence between your legs, something you were willing to give up. You wanted to be soft and smooth and cute in every way you could... yet were not convinced that having a penis was incompatible with that dream. Couldn't it just be a cute one? Was a consideration that your relationship with Ben had slowly given you the courage to imagine.

Ms Sara Pryce was entirely sure of what she needed from you, however... and rolled you over to ride on top. She towered above you, on that couch. As your panties were pulled to one side and bra straps dug into your back. You felt your erection be taken hold of, lined up with the hole that so required its attendance. No time for questions of protection was given, you simply felt yourself be claimed by the gushing, grasping warmth of the woman's internal hunger. You squeaked a little, at the sudden intensity of it all. The turn this afternoon had taken. But there was no slowing or stopping it now, as your new neighbour began bouncing her hips off your own.

She grabbed at the waistband of your skirt, and used it as leverage to pull your little body up against her. The pulled-aside lace of your panties dug into the back of your smoothly shaven testicles. Yet staring up at her magnificent breasts, flowing free above you with every engulfing descent she made... was a wonder worth any discomfort. This was certainly the way a dildo like you could always be used, by any woman who wanted to impale herself upon you. If they wanted your cock, it was theirs for the taking... just like any other pound of flesh you owned. You were so happy Sara had recognised that. So happy your new life here was starting off right.

A clatter from the kitchen went largely unnoticed by either of you. The pace of Ms Pryce's bouncing having now reached a steady gallop towards a goal. What you did both hear, however, was the young voice announcing its presence... as it walked straight through the open passage between.

"Are you in here Sam? You left the french window half open..."

The look of guilty horror that came over Sara's face, as she recognised her own son's voice. Was an image you were unlikely to forget, in any giggling recollection years and years to come... Once the ice-pick embarrassment of the actual moment had finally faded enough to make any of it seem funny.

Chapter 19: Retelling the Tale

Ben laughed aloud that very evening, while it was still far too raw in you to see the humour there at all.

"And then what happened?" He enquired, still chuckling... Actually wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

You were in a much more familiar position of lovemaking now. Knees up by your ears as he slid himself in and out of your anus while the story was told. Somehow, having the grounding of his nice, meaty cock inside you helped recount the story without shrivelling up in shame and embarrassment.

"She just sorta grabbed a towel from the back of the sofa to cover herself and screamed at him to go wait in the kitchen..."

The clenching tightness of the woman's whole body tensing at the moment she saw her son was still fresh in your mind. You were ashamed at how amazing that had suddenly felt, as you had already been balancing upon the cusp of orgasm.

"The worst thing was... I kinda came inside of her, right then... just out of pure embarrassment. And I think she did too..."

That started Ben off again, and left more of a glint in his eye as he continued to try and fuck you between bouts of unrestrained giggling. You were pretty sure he was finding this as arousing as he was hilarious, the dirty pervert. But then... that was why you loved him. Nothing ever seemed quite so horrendously wrong when looked at from Ben's point of view.

"So we both had to... just sort of deal with that for a minute or two. Before she could even start trying to get dressed. And she was in such a hurry... she didn't wipe off much of the massage oil at all. So all her clothes just started clinging to her really tightly..."

This was all too much for your lover. He collapsed down on top of you, guffawing but also smothering you in a thousand kisses.

"Well that's quite the eventful day you've had, little sex-pest. Picking up numbers and horny nurses all over! I told you it wouldn't take long before half the town was chasing after this cute li'l butt... You'll be the town bike in no time!"

It still seemed a little unbelievable to you... how proud and encouraging your one-and-only sounded at the prospect of you screwing every stranger in a 5-mile radius. Yet the self-confidence and acknowledgement that he had instilled in you recognised the warmth behind those words: That was the fantasy your heart ached to live out. Where others might wish to one day raise a family, or own a yacht or successful business. You dreamed of not being able to walk five paces down the street without someone wanting to bend you over and make use of your supple body. You wanted to be an open receptacle for the love and lust of everyone and anyone who might so much as glance your way.

That was not how the world worked though... That was not what society deemed acceptable as an aim. You knew all too well how harsh and disgusted people's reactions could be to the very notion that that was who you were. Friends could so quickly turn to snide, gossiping enemies if they caught even a glimpse of what your heart actually yearned for.

"You don't think... Tomi and Sara might never speak to us again now?" You whimpered, fears and doubts overtaking you. "You don't think she'll be too embarrassed and he'll just be really creeped out?!"

Ben softened from his laughter instantly, though at least one part of him remained rock solid and rhythmic. He knew sliding that thing out of you would only allow more room for the worries to get in.

"No... I don't think that's what'll happen at all. Something tells me those two have been on their own against the world long enough to become a little more... understanding. I think Tomi's a little more fascinated by you... than disgusted. He'll come around tomorrow... you'll see."

As always, Ben's words soothed you in ways no-one else could... Though your faith remained shaken and nerves could not settle completely. Once he'd finished inside you, and drifted off to sleep... you lay there in his arms. Wondering if it was really possible for you to live those secret fantasies... without ending up just hurting those you cared for.

Chapter 20: A Walk in the Park

The next morning, you rolled over groggily to recognise that Ben was long gone. The bed seemed wide, white and empty without his presence. But you supposed you could not begrudge him the need to go to work... It was that new job of his which had secured all of this... Allowed you to become the workshy, lounge-around housepet you'd always secretly dreamed of being. You knew, in the modern world... the very idea of someone's ambitions being limited to just looking pretty, tidying up a bit and getting down on one's knees to take a cock or two whenever it was required... Was one met with confusion at best, and disdain or pity more likely.

Yet, you'd just never seen the point of all the rushing around other people seemed to do. Determined to drive themselves into the ground just to earn a few more dollars for some billionaire in a tower somewhere. Jumping in and out of relationship after relationship trying to find the one that might last long enough to produce a few kids, before slowly devolving into sexless toleration of each other and vicarious hopes that they might make it all worthwhile. It just didn't seem to change anything. Didn't advance humanity as a whole in any meaningful way. Scratching and scratching at that itch they called a career, only to get passed by or stepped upon by someone more willing to lie or cheat or steal with a smile. As far as you could see... if you were going to end up getting bent over and fucked anyway, it might as well be of your own choosing.

Your phone was flashing. You had got a text from Trev last night, even as Ben had been driving you down into the bedsheets. You had replied in the sleepless quiet afterwards... trying to distract yourself from the whole 'Sara' situation by beaming off some flirtatious nothings into the unknown. Sending winks and hearts to one boy, while the cum of another was still dribbling slowly out of your anus. You really were everything the world might scorn you as. An insatiable, unseemly nymphomaniac who could never amount to anything more than a cumbucket. You wriggled and writhed with the half self-disgust, half horny-delight of it. Kicking off the covers to go take a shower and check your legs were still shaved suitably. The handsome shop clerk had offered to take you for a walk around the park in a bit, and you were pretty sure he still thought you were a born and bred woman. The nervous excitement of wondering when you ought to let him figure out otherwise... served to drag you out of other thoughts and worries of whether your love would be right about Tomi.

A light summer dress and sandals served as today's arrangement. Just right for an innocent young lady stepping out with a man she'd just met. A small clutch bag came too, with condoms (just in case)... and another daily buttplug (for confidence). You simply could not be without some tools of your not-quite-trade. The air was clear and breezy as you stepped out into the street. It buffeted the thin cotton of your dress, reminding you of all the excitement and pleasure you had gained from the first time you felt brave enough to head out into the world in women's clothing. Until then, clothes had only ever been things to hide behind; bought baggy and second-hand so you barely had to think about what you pulled on each morning. Now you felt prone to skip and twirl with every step, freed from the burden of fear at others' judgement. There really was no comparison. This was simply how you were supposed to look.

You did, however... surreptitiously check the rear hem of your dress more than once, after yesterday's debacle. It wasn't that you particularly minded random strangers catching glimpses of your underwear... you'd just prefer to be aware it was happening.

Chapter 21: Sometimes it Rains

Meeting Trev at the park did a lot to brighten your mood and wash away the worries from yesterday. The tall, handsome young man was clearly happy to see you and proceeded to lead the way through dappled sunlight into a world of greenery. You slipped an arm through his and hung close, enjoying the awkward politeness in which he accepted this. He even blushed a little, rattling out conversation topics in a constant attempt not to be caught in any moment of silence. It quickly became obvious that he was the sort of guy who you would have become fast friends with, even in your previous life... Though your reincarnated state of being brought a whole new level to such considerations. Made you wonder if all the tall, friendly teens you'd hung out with in high school might have secretly been targets for your deeply buried lusts.

But you didn't have to bury anything anymore... and so delighted in feeling his eyes drift over you as you skipped over to spot a squirrel in a tree or bent down to say hello to a friendly dog. The park itself was a lovely sliver of winding green space. Centred around a wide, oval lake and made to seem much bigger than it was by zig zagging paths and cunningly planted trees. It was very easy to forget that there was anyone else around, just the slow workday footfall of dog-walkers and occasional joggers. You and Trev chatted away about bands and old tv shows, almost as if you'd known each other for an age. All social awkwardness boiled off by the fact that this was what you were doing to avoid worrying.

However, the growing absence of people might have warned you that someone knew something you didn't. For when the rain came sweeping across the surface of the lake, it certainly caught you by surprise. A sudden brace of icy buckets sent knives into your spine, the open straps of your dress offer next to nothing in the way of protection. Yet the shock of it gave over only to laughter, as you and Trev were forced to scurry for the nearest shelter. A bus stop just outside the park's fencing provided a roof, at least. Leaving you both huddled in a dirty corner, staring out at the torrent.

With a minor, muffled yelp... you were accosted by a sudden suffocation of warmth. The apparent gentleman had thrown his oversized hoody over your head, smothering your slender, shivering form. The baggy cotton smelt damp already, and slightly musky... but offered a soft snugness that was very much appreciated. It also provided no choice at all but to wrap your body around his, in that cozy little sanctuary. Both in thanks and as a way of making sure the kind boy didn't freeze to death himself, from the gesture. You lent your head against his chest and listened to the heart beating inside. It thumped a calm and gentle rhythm, juxtaposed as a bass-drum against the furious staccato of raindrops all around.

After five or so minutes of cuddling, your ever-wandersome fingers couldn't help themselves. They tip-toed down the young man's inner leg, seeking out that bit of topography of which you were known to be an expert in the intimate fields of. You felt it twitch, when you found it... and swell within the tight confines of his jeans. It sent such tingles of reward and appreciation, to know just the passing tap of your nails was earning such reaction. Here, surrounded by a cocoon of falling water, you felt so close to this boy you'd only met the day before. As if, for the moment, there was only the two of you in all the world. He blushed, looking down into your oh-so innocent eyes... while feeling those not-so naive fingers teasing at his sensitivities. Only to lean forward into the kiss you offered, crossing tongues on tiptoes to reach that point of mouths meeting.

Chapter 22: Fluid Movements

Surrounded by those enclosing walls of pouring rain, it truly felt like this dirty, little bus stop might be an island cut off from all the world. Huddled up in your corner, still catching the occasional freezing drip down the back of your neck... you kissed the handsome boy who'd plucked you from the air just yesterday.

You put everything you had into that salivary mesh of tangling tongues. Drawing him in to push himself further into your mouth too. While down below your lithe fingers played piano upon the zipper of his jeans. It felt so wonderfully wicked to be doing this here: in otherwise miserable and grimy surrounds. A dirty, sleep-around sissy shoving your tongue into a veritable stranger... still unsure if he even really knew who and what you were. It was everything the world outside might tut at... Might grumble and gossip in ignorance about your generation, your sexuality, your 'type'. Yet, proving them so seditiously, maliciously right was just fun. A rebellious act of meeting their sordid, jealous expectations and going further... since they didn't really even know the half of what you got up to!

"Are you sure this is... okay?" Asked Trev, breaking off for just a moment. "Didn't you say you had a boyfriend?"

By now your sissy blood was pumping at a mile a minute. The feel of his stiffened meat straining against its denim confines, just millimetres from your teasing fingertips... was not something you could resist much longer.

"Absolutely sure..." You winked, breathily. Beginning to tug at the pull of that last, metal obstacle between you and that which you craved to hold. Tooth by tooth. Clink by clank... it slowly began to open. "Me and Ben have an... an arrangement. He likes me to... explore..."

Your general timidity had not disappeared. The self-doubts and social awkwardness never left, even when you were dancing naked in a room full of strangers. It just... fell behind the uncontrollable, insatiable lust that also defined your very being. You were in a state of constant, blindingly heightened anxiety whenever you found yourself teetering on such an edge of sexual encounters. But it was that which drove your urges even more. Made you desperate to fall into the messy, shameful delight of it all.

You had him out in the open air by now, gripped in the palm of your hand. Yet another throbbing, twitching meat-stick which had risen to full mast... just for you. Nothing made you happier than the thought that it was your care and attention. Your flirtatious innocence. Your sultry, feminised appearance... which had earned such a swollen salute. Everything made sense: when you had a freshly grown erection to hand. Your place and purpose in the world was obvious and absolute.

You jumped up to kiss him again, and this time there was no escape. You sucked his tongue into your mouth and kept it there, a willing prisoner. Your soft but iron grip upon the young man began to move, shifting up and down the length of his hardening realisation that this was really happening, right here and now. His kiss was reinvigorated by such acknowledgement: pushing back into your enthusiasm and setting you back upon the back foot, where you were always happier to be. Your neck was craning to reach him, and balance was teetering over... yet you had such a sturdy handle to hold onto, and all the joy of his strong arms against your back. Once again you were gifted with weightlessness, as this tall, new friend took the burden of your smaller frame. One of his hands slid down to find purchase in the bubbled bump of your derriere, the very purpose for which you'd honed it over years of careful exercise.

All around the rain kept falling... but suddenly you were so very warm. A sissy in their perfect element. A spirit of freedom and fluidity.

Chapter 23: Sudden Guests

Things were just starting to reach their peak. Your soft hand was pistoning up and down the limber shaft it held, recognising every bump and vein it passed over. Above, Trev's kiss was full of the passion of a young man approaching climax; that driving, unhinged press of a mouth against yours that always seemed very much the victory lap for an amateur sexual athlete such as yourself. This was the crest of the wave that you wished to ride for as long as possible. The golden minute where every slightest movement clearly sent ricochets rivuleting up your current partner's spine. You didn't like to think of yourself as a tease... but when you had someone in such a state, it was just too fun to balance them on the edge of their vulnerabilities.

Of course... there were risks to such games. Not least when you happened to be playing them in quite a public place. Neither you nor Trev had any notion that the two new arrivals were approaching... until the very moment they bustled in through the sheeting torrent!

Fortunately, they seemed to be sufficiently buried inside their pulled tight hoods and distracted by the unpleasantness of it all... to not notice what had been happening inside the shelter they hurried towards. Quickly, you managed to slip the front of Trev's giant hoody over his exposed genitalia. Pulling your arms in too, so you were now wearing more of a floppy poncho and could keep all evidence of indecent exposure hugged close to your own body.

"Oh! Hello dears..." Offered one of the newcomers, clearly as surprised to find you there when she lifted her sodden hood out the way as you were. The face that was revealed was grey and wrinkled, but friendly. Traits that were all equally shared by her companion. They each spent several moments shaking of the vast amount of excess water they had brought with them. You and Trev remained effectively paralysed by the predicament you were caught in. All too aware that you were now holding his naked penis in a two-handed grip of fear, hidden only by that ill-fitting garment he had thrown over you.

"Ah, we've caught a pair of young lovers!" Exclaimed the other old lady, having finally taken stock of you. "Are you in the middle of eloping, sweeties?"

"N-no we're... we're just friends!" You blurted out, before realising that the closeness at which you and Trev were standing together... Not to mention his hands upon your backside... Made such a claim even more complicated and likely to draw closer looks.

"Pfft. Don't tease them, Mabel!" Snorted the first lady. "I remember you walking out with a few close 'friends' yourself... back in the day. Though were never half so pretty as this young lady!"

You blushed furiously at that, still caught up in the embarrassment of your slip up... not to mention the twitching phallus between your palms. You even caught yourself jacking it off again a little, just from subconscious nervous energy. Trev gave you a worried glance.

The old women were still chiding each other though: poking in the way only long, long time companions could. "Only the ones you had already got your claws in and thrown back, Ethel dear. Though I agree... She is twice the looker of either of us in our heyday. You'll have to tell us your secrets, Lovely."

All these compliments were sending you into a whirl. It still made you quite giddy whenever anyone told you how beautiful a woman you made. The only problem was, such elation drove you further into the horny madness that remained from holding Trev at the point of orgasm just minutes before. You couldn't stop yourself from continuing to build him back up to that point; right under the noses of these two kind, old biddies.

All you could do was mutter shy noncommittal replies to their nattering... while trying to shield the movements beneath the hoody with your body.

"This really came quite suddenly..." Blurted out 'Mabel', having moved on to discussing the weather. "Hardly any build up at all."

"Ah, but sometimes He does that... Just pours out all over us, without warning." Replied Ethel, pointing toward the heavens above.

"I suppose we shouldn't complain... it does no harm to get a little wet, now and then."

"It's a blessing, in fact... a splash've Heaven. A girl should be happy to get so dampened..."

It was all getting a bit too much for Trev. He hadn't spoken a word since your elderly guests had arrived, yet you could hear the rasping increases in his breathing. Feel the throbbing twitches between your interlaced fingers. With a just-about-restrained grunt... you felt him topple over the edge he'd been so cruelly kept dancing on. A warm, viscous shower of your own splashed out onto the midsection of your dress... sticking it against your belly beneath somewhat. Spurt after spurt after spurt... it just kept pouring out onto you, as practiced hands could not help but wring out every drop that they could. All you could offer was a manic, beaming grin up at him while both of you tried to maintain the pretence that nothing untoward was happening. Yet, you squeezed and tugged upon his fleshy shaft... milking it for every drop it was worth.

"Oh! There's our bus!" Called out one of the old ladies, buried in the background of your mind.

"Well, lovely to meet you both!" Said the other, as a hiss of brakes and splash of a puddle indicated the vehicle was indeed, here.

"Be good to one another!" They called out in unison, cackling as their voices faded. Followed by further splashes and the growl of a large engine.

Then you and Trev were alone again... and fell on each other at once. The squelch of his jizz between your embracing bodies, both horrendous... and wonderful.

Chapter 24: A Shower Passed

"Sooooo... Errm... Sorry... about that."

You and Trev had been idly meandering away from the bus shelter in absolute silence since the rain had stopped. Everything glistened with the look of a spring day not dampened, but refreshed by that sudden downpour. However, there was also a moistened patch of your dress sticking against your belly which had clearly caused some awkwardness. Not that you minded the slightly-grimy feeling at all.

"I get a bit... carried away... sometimes... I hope that won't make things... weird, between us? I won't do something like that again, next time... I promise!"

Your self-doubts over your own perverse inclinations as viewed by the rest of the 'normal' world were threatening to overwhelm you with every second your handsome companion didn't say anything. You were a nasty, slutty creep of a boy wearing an ill-fitting dress, with a lump of cold metal shoved up your ass and some else's jizz all over you. It was ridiculous to think you were fooling anyone. That you could ever hope to fit in in this nice, quiet, gentile neighbourhood.

"Next time...?" Offered Trev, still sounding lost and far away. You could barely stand to glance at his shell-shocked face. He was surely just finding some way to extricate himself from this situation and never have to see you again.

"I-i'll wash your hoody at home and bring it to the shop... Then I'll just go somewhere else for my groceries... a-and not bother you again."

You felt a strong hand upon your shoulder. A grip you feared could easily pick you up and toss you about... Like bullies had occasionally done in high school past. It span you around to see...

A beaming grin, wider than any you had encountered before. "T-that was amazing! That was the hottest thing that's ever happened to me! Sod the bloody hoody, you can keep it! Are you sure your boyfriend doesn't mind you doing stuff like that?! We can meet up again?!"

A huge shudder of relief rose through you. All the dark clouds of self-loathing dissipating back to the past, where they belonged.

"O-of course, if you want to... Ben let's me see as many other guys or gals as I want!" You dug your toe into the ground, twisting a knee back and forth. So utterly glad that all your fears had just been silliness. "It was pretty hot for me, as well... I-I'm actually not sure I'd be able to keep that promise..."

The young man burst forward and shoved his tongue back down your throat, the only logical way to cut through such admissions. You felt his strong arms around you and actually were lifted off the floor again, just a little. The connotations of which for future meet ups were not lost on your already overwhelmed little heart. You were going to have to get yourself back home soon before this all got too much, too fast.

Trev had to get to work for the late shift anyway... so you walked yourself back home. Glowing in the newly-emerged sunshine and surreptitiously rubbing that small patch of dampness against your own skin. Sometimes it was so good to feel like a skanky, little whorelet when no-one around you knew. A secret, dirty joy that was yours and yours alone.

End Of Part 1

Thank you for reading! Yours and Sam's story will be continued in part 2.

Ever so much love, JerkGently