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High School Part 4 - My Senior Year by Big Sarah [ Fantasy ] [ Gay ] [ Teen Male / Teen Male ] [ Body modification ] [ Transgendered ]
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High School Part 4 - My Senior Year
[In which Shaun lets Jeff feel his breasts for the first time, a winter blizzard forces Jeff and Shaun to sleep together, and Shaun increasingly dresses and acts like a girl.]
Shortly after we finished our Junior year, Jeff and I decided to celebrate the coming summer by going out to a movie and then stopping for some pizza. The movie was good except that it was one of those teen romance things where the guy and the girl start out hating each other, but then they fall in love, but then the girl dies of cancer. So anyway Jeff is laughing and making comments about how stupid the dialogue is, and I’m sitting there next to him thinking about how sad it is when the guy finds out that his girlfriend is going to die and all of a sudden I’m crying. After the movie was over I asked Jeff to wait for a minute while I went into the Boy’s Room and splashed some water on my face to wash away the tears from my reddened eyes. Jeff drove us over to an Olive Garden restaurant and we found out that we were hungry enough to order a full dinner instead of just a pizza. As we finished our meal and were waiting for the waitress to bring the check, Jeff kept looking at me in an odd way and finally he said, “You know Shaun, you look a little different lately. Like your clothes are a little different or they fit you differently”, and his voice trailed off as he looked embarrassed about what he’d just said and blushed a little before continuing, “But, uh, you don’t look bad or anything, and I really think that you look kind of ……”, and he stopped and searched for the right thing to say.
After about thirty seconds of embarrassing silence I popped up and said, “Well, I did regain some of the weight that I lost after my surgery a couple of years ago, and I had a little trouble getting some clothes that fit me right, but my Mom helped me with that.” And I paused, not knowing how far I wanted to go with this conversation, and then I thought, “He’s going to find out eventually, I might as well tell him now.” So I continued, “And, uh, you remember about a year ago how I showed you what was happening to my chest and I was so upset and you were so nice to me?” Jeff just nodded as I continued, ”Well, uh, they got even bigger and now I’ve got a real pair of boobies. And to keep the other kids from finding out about them I’ve started wearing bras that make them look smaller. And I’ve been wearing these big baggy tops to hide the bras. And you’ve got to promise me that you won’t say anything to the other kids because I’d just die of embarrassment.” Just then the waitress brought our check and I didn’t want her to hear our conversation so I didn’t say anything while Jeff paid the bill and we walked out to his car.
Once we had gotten into his car I turned to him and said, “So, remember that you’ve promised me that you won’t say anything to the other kids, right?” He just looked at me for a couple of seconds and then got this big grin on his face as he said, “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. But there’s a price.”
“Price? A price? What the fuck are you talking about”, I asked.
“You’ve got to let me see them”, he answered.
So here we are, sitting in Jeff’s car in the parking lot of the Olive Garden, and he’s just told me that he wants to see my tits. Man this was getting kind of weird but I also realized that I was getting kind of turned on by the situation as I felt my face flush. “Here goes”, I thought as I reached down and slowly pulled my sweater up and over my head, dropping it to the floor in front of me. Jeff’s eyes widened and he started to breathe a little faster as he saw the full cups of my bra with a little soft white flesh swelling out over the tops of the cups. I gave him several seconds to enjoy the view before I reached up behind my back, unsnapped my bra, and let it fall to the floor as well. Jeff’s eyes widened even more at the sight of my breasts and he stammered, “Uh, um, they’re, they’re beautiful, um, and, um can I touch them?” even as he was reaching forward. I took his hands in mine, placed his hands on my breasts and slowly moved his hands over them. OH GOD! Feeling his hands on my breasts sent an electric shock through my body – it felt so much better to have Jeff touching me then when I touched myself. I could hardly control myself as Jeff continued to fondle my breasts as I reached down and began to rub the swelling that was beginning to form in the crotch of his jeans. After several seconds as he hardened under my stroking I unzipped his fly and reached down into his boxers to encircle his hot cock with my hand and began stroking up and down on it as he hardened even more. As he continued to stroke my breasts I felt waves of pleasure surge through my body and, losing control, I rubbed and stroked his cock as hard as I could. Finally Jeff let out a huge groan as jet after jet of warm, sticky white liquid shot out of his cock and onto my breasts.
We both just lay back in our seats, gasping for breath for several minutes. And then, looking down at Jeff’s cum smeared over my breasts, I looked at him and said, “You made this mess. Now you’ve got to clean it up.”
Jeff just stared at me as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard and then he said, “You mean that, uh, you ….. uh, you mean that you want me to …..” I just nodded as I turned more toward him and leaned forward so that he could lower his head and begin to lick his cum off my breasts. Jeff took his time, applying his lips and tongue to first one breast and then the other, and then returning to the first breast to lick and suck on my hardened nipple before he moved back to nurse on the other breast. I had my second orgasm of the evening.
Afterwards, I just pulled on my sweater and shoved my bra down into my jeans to hide it as Jeff maneuvered his still hard cock back into his boxers and zipped up his jeans. Jeff slowly drove me back to my house, stopping several times on side streets so we could kiss and fondle each other’s bodies a little more. As he finally stopped in front of my house, we shared a long French kiss as he rubbed my breasts one last time before I reluctantly got out of his car and went into my house. “How was the movie”, Mom asked as I started up the stairs to my bedroom. Oh”, I answered her, “The movie was okay but dessert was the best part”, leaving her with a quizzical look on her face.
Mom has been getting on my case lately about how I act – she thinks that I’m not being polite enough. Like yesterday when my clock radio went off, like it does every school day, and I just lay in bed for a few more minutes listening to the music before tossing back the covers and venturing out into a cold house, like I do every school day – all of a sudden I got a surprise – there was a bulletin that our school was closed because of a water main break. Wow, no school today, that was fabulous. I jumped out of bed, ran into Mom’s bedroom and loudly announced that there was no school that day and I was going back to bed and she shouldn’t bother me. Well, I got this long lecture about how I couldn’t just burst into someone’s bedroom, I had to knock and be invited in, and I couldn’t just start talking, I had to ask, “Mother, may I talk to you.” and on, and on, and on. I guess some of that was reasonable, but I didn’t see why I had to start calling her “Mother” instead of “Mom.”
It gets pretty hot and humid around here in the summer time and I’d always enjoyed going over to swim at the house of one of my friends who had a pool, or at the community pool. That worked okay last summer as long as I was careful to wear a baggy sweatshirt that wouldn’t plaster itself to my chest and to keep the elastic bandage on, but with the current size of my breasts I knew that wouldn’t work this summer. Well, it turns out that when Mother bought this house about 5 years ago it had an old above-ground pool out in the backyard that was in pretty bad shape. And Mother didn’t want to pay to have it broken down and hauled away so it just sat there. So Jeff and I had been talking about our plans for the summer and I was pissing and moaning because I couldn’t go swimming when Jeff just looked at me and suggested that we fix up the old pool in my backyard. I hadn’t paid much attention to it before but once we cleaned all the leaves and crap out of it, drained the pool and put in a new liner and put in a new pump motor and some hoses in the filter, the thing worked pretty good – and all for less than $50!
We let the water in the pool warm up for a week, and for the chemical shock treatment to sterilize everything before we tried it out the first time. Jeff just put on an old pair of shorts, but I wasn’t sure what to wear so I just put on a pair of shorts and also pulled on one of the baggiest tank tops that I had to cover up my breasts. Well, that didn’t work too well – the water was still pretty cold so my nipples hardened up and stuck out, and the fabric of the tank top plastered itself to my chest so that there was absolutely nothing left to the imagination. Now Jeff knew what my breasts looked like, but the first time I heaved myself up out of the pool with my erect nipples poking through my tank top and my breasts bobbing up and down under the wet fabric he looked at me and his jaw dropped as he gasped, “Man, I didn’t realize how big they were.” “Oh go fuck yourself”, I shot back at him, “And you’re not all that small yourself”, as I looked down at the erection tenting out the front of his shorts. The pool was pretty secluded out in a corner of our back yard but I realized that shorts and a Tee-shirt or a tank top just weren’t going to work if anyone ever walked out there while Jeff and I were using the pool. So I got Jeff to drive me over to the mall and I looked in a couple of stores and finally ended up buying a one-piece girl’s bathing suit in a fairly thick cotton fabric and in a dark navy blue color that covered me up pretty well and minimized the size of my breasts.
Toward the end of summer, Jeff came over to my house one Saturday morning and handed me a shopping bag and said, “You can try this on the next time we go swimming.” I looked at the bag and it was from Victoria’s Secret and when I took out the box and opened up I saw that it was a skimpy white bikini – and not just a bikini but it was marked as having a “push-up halter top and a low-rise bottom.” “You go out to the pool”, I said to Jeff, “And I’ll figure out how to put this thing on and I’ll meet you there in a couple of minutes.” It wasn’t all that hard to put on although the push-up top did feel a little strange on my breasts, but HOLY SHIT – I almost pissed myself when I saw what I looked like in the mirror! The low-rise bottom just barely covered up the bottom of my crotch and my tummy swelled out over the top in a small rounded swelling. But my breasts – well they looked huge as they bulged out over the push-up top and I had all of this cleavage showing. And when I took a couple of steps in front of the mirror I could see how the exposed part of my breasts jiggled and shook. “Jesus”, I thought, “I’m not sure that I want to even wear this in front of Jeff.” But he had bought it for me and I had agreed to put it on, so I pulled on a robe and walked out to the pool. “I hope you like what you’re about to see”, I said as I let the robe drop to the ground, “Because it makes me look like some kind of fucking bimbo.” Jeff’s eyes got really wide and his jaw dropped and I could see he was beginning to get this big erection in his shorts. “Oh wow Shaun”, was all he could say after he got his breath back, “ You look so ….. you look ….. WOW ….. you look great!” So anyway, we got into the pool and Jeff came up behind me and rubbed his erection against my ass and reached around in front of me and played with my breasts and that got me off and I reached back behind me and grabbed his cock and stroked that and that got him off. Man, I didn’t think that a couple of ounces of fabric could get a guy so turned on!
After I finished eating supper tonight, I just got up from the table and headed off to my room to watch some TV – only to be stopped by the stern tone in Mother’s voice, “Shaun, please come back to the table and sit down. You know that you’re not to leave the table until you have been excused.”
Okay, if she wanted to play that game I’d go along with her so I sat back down and waited a minute or so before asking, “Mother, may I please be excused?”
“No Shaun”, she replied, “You must remain seated until I’ve finished my dinner. And then I want you to clean up the dinner dishes before you leave the kitchen. And one more thing, it’s much more polite of you sit up straight instead of slouching, and you should have your hands in your lap instead of leaning on the table, and it looks better if you keep your knees pressed together instead of sitting there with your legs spread apart.”
“Yes Mother”, I just said in a quiet voice.
Things were pretty much the same at school that fall, except of course that we were all Seniors and happy that we were the “big fish in the pond”, but also a little apprehensive in knowing that in eight months we’d be graduating and some of us would be staying in town and getting a job, some of us would be going into the Navy or Army, some of us would be going off to college, and some of us (including me) had no fucking idea what they’d be doing. I think that most of us had the attitude that how well we worked at our studies that year probably didn’t make much difference in our future so that we might as well relax a little, and party a lot, and take our Senior year easy – which most of us did!
Jeff and I had been working on a research project in the school library after classes ended today and I guess we kind of lost track of time – realizing how late it was only when the Librarian shooed us out so she could close up the library at 5:30pm. The corridors of the school were largely deserted as we headed down to our lockers in the basement to pick up our backpacks. As we were walking along, Jeff moved closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders, drawing me over against him. After a minute or so I snuggled my body up against his and put my arm around his waist as we walked down the hallway – together.
It was early November when Mother got a phone call in the evening. Her older sister who lived in Florida had been in a car accident and was expected to recover but she was in serious condition and would be in the hospital for awhile and so Mother wanted to fly down and spend a little time with her. Mother was kind of nervous about leaving me on my own, even though I kept telling her that it was no big deal, but she solved the problem by calling up Mr. and Mrs. Vick, Jeff’s parents, and explaining the situation and asking, whether it would be okay if I stayed with them for a week, or at least whether they would check in on me occasionally while she was out of town. Mrs. Vick said that they’d be happy to watch out for me and so Mother packed up her stuff and took a taxi to the airport early next morning to catch her flight.
Jeff called later that morning and said that his Mom wanted to know if I’d like to come over and have supper with them that evening. Not being much of a cook myself, I agreed and went next door around 5:00pm. Jeff and I watched TV in the family room for awhile before his mother called us to supper. It was a great meal – salad, spaghetti and meatballs, fresh bread, cake for dessert and was I stuffed by the time we finished. Jeff and his father went off to watch a football game on TV and I figured that I should do something to help Mrs. V out so I offered to help her with the dishes. “Why Shaun, that’s so sweet of you”, she said, raising her voice and continuing with a shot at Jeff’s departing back, “It’s too bad everyone else around here isn’t that thoughtful”, I just giggled. So she got me an apron and we cleaned the dirty dishes off the table and washed and dried them at the sink – with two of us working it took less than a half hour – and it was kind of fun because she started telling me all the dumb things Jeff had done when he was a little kid. “Man, the next time I want to get back at Jeff”, I thought, “Will I have some ammunition!”
After the dishes were done and I had taken off the apron and was about to head off to watch TV with Jeff and Mr. V, Mrs. V looked at me and said, “You know Shaun, it’s none of my business, but I think your hair would be so much more attractive if it were washed and styled differently.” I was like “washed and styled”? I couldn’t remember that it had ever been styled, in fact I couldn’t even remember the last time I had it cut. In truth, I really didn’t pay much attention to my hair – I just tucked it back behind my ears and put a headband on to keep it in place. Ever week or so I’d wash it but that was about all I ever did.
“Jeff used to let me take care of his hair”, Mrs. V continued, “But of course now he likes to go to that unisex salon over at the mall.” Oh yeah, I knew the place she was talking about, but I didn’t think Jeff went there because they did such a great job – it turns out that most of the women working there are pretty “well built” and I’d heard stories from some of the guys about how they’d lean right over you and almost dangle their tits in your face. That’s what attracted Jeff! I realized that Mrs. V had continued to talk to me, “ ………. so, would you like me to take care of your hair?” “Uh, tonight, right now”, I asked? “Unless you want to watch the football game”, she answered.
I honestly wasn’t that interested in the football game so I told her, sure, why not. Mrs. V got a chair over by the sink and had me sit in it and she took off the headband and brushed my hair, complaining a little about the tangles. Then she had me lean backward with my head over the sink, sprayed my hair with warm water and shampooed it. After the big meal I’d just had, it was so relaxing to just sit there and feel her working on my hair that I almost drifted off to sleep as she washed out the shampoo, applied conditioner and then washed that out. They she had me sit up again, toweled my hair to partially dry it, brushed it again for what seemed like a long time, and then finished by combing it some more as she used a dryer on it. She parted it just above my right eye and combed it so that it fell down on either side of my face, framing my face it in a series of blond waves. I hadn’t realized how long it had gotten but it now hung down a good six inches below my shoulders. Mrs. V trimmed the ends and feathered it so that it ended up in a series of blond waves half way down my back and chest.
When she finished and I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t believe how beautiful it looked – just like some of the photographs that I had seen in Mother’s women’s fashion magazines. “It almost looks too pretty”, I thought, “Like it’s more appropriate for a girl than a guy.” But I thought that I’d see what Jeff’s reaction was so I went into the family room and sat down near Jeff, not saying anything. After a couple of minutes, I could see him turn his head and glance briefly at me, and then after a couple of seconds he wheeled around in his chair and said, “Wow Shaun, your hair is so different. It’s great! It makes you look so beautif …..”, and then he paused for a second and continued, “I mean it makes you look nice.” Both Jeff and I were blushing a little at that point but neither of us said anything more and I watched the game for awhile and then said that I was getting kind of tired and I thanked Mr. & Mrs. V for the great supper and headed home – enjoying the feeling of my hair swishing gently back and forth on my shoulders.
The next day at school the guys and girls were checking out my new hair style and I was kind of embarrassed about all the attention was getting. I was getting stares from some of the guys and I heard one or two whisper something to their friends about, “….. that sissy …..” or “….. that fag …..” But then one of the girls came over and asked me about my new hair style and where I had gone to have it done, and what conditioner and shampoo they used on it, and how difficult it was to take care of. And we just started talking about hair styles, and then clothes, and then other things, and pretty soon I was sitting with a bunch of girls in the cafeteria and having lunch with them. And after that, whenever I wasn’t with Jeff, I’d hang around with the other girls – somehow I just felt more comfortable with them than with the guys.
Since that first night I’ve been going over to Jeff’s house for most of my meals, and just hanging out there even in between meals – better than sitting home in an empty house by myself. Whenever Jeff was busy with something, I’d hang out with Mrs. V in the kitchen and, get this, she was actually teaching me to cook. And what was even funnier, I was pretty good at it and got to really like cooking. After almost a week had passed, she let me cook the whole evening meal and Jeff and Mr. V kept commenting on how good the food was and Mrs. V and I kept sneaking glances at each other and smiling and giggling a little. After the meal Mrs. V let it slip out that I had prepared it and Mr. V complemented me, and I’m like blushing, and then Jeff had to go and make some remark about how the meal was good but how he still liked the dessert that I fixed for him after our last meal at the Olive Garden better. I rolled my eyes and I’m, like, thinking, “Jesus Jeff, will you fucking watch what you say in front of your parents?” And Jeff realized what he’d said and he blushed really bright red and I guess I did too as my face felt all hot. And just as Jeff and I were leaving the kitchen to go watch some TV Mrs. V calls out after us, “Shaun, maybe you can fix that special dessert for us some time.” And Jeff and I just looked at each other and all of a sudden we collapsed on the floor in uncontrollable laughter and Mrs. V’s trying to figure out what she said that was so funny. Every time I’d get my laughter under control I’d get a mental picture of Mr. V sucking on one of my breasts and that would set me off again.
Got a call from Mother last night. Seems that her sister’s condition is improving but Mother would like to spend at least another week down in Florida with her as she recovers, and she was wondering how things were going with me, and would I mind being alone for another week, and was I getting enough to eat, and was I not making a big mess of the house, and I kept telling her that, yes, everything was fine and I’d be okay for another week. I wasn’t sure that she 100% trusted me but finally we exchanged “I Love You’s” and she hung up. On the house thing, I didn’t tell her that whenever I wasn’t at school, or sleeping, or over at Jeff’s, that I’d been doing a lot of cleaning up around the house. The laundry was all caught up, the carpets vacuumed, the windows washed, the kitchen scrubbed from top to bottom and everything really looked spotless. I don’t know why I put the effort into the cleaning but it just seemed to feel sort of relaxing to be wearing some old clothes and with a towel around my hair and listening to a soap opera on the radio while I cleaned a bathroom. Later, before I went over to Jeff’s for supper I’d sit at the kitchen counter and relax as I drank a diet Coke, and watched Oprah Winfrey or maybe a woman’s talk show on TV while I browsed through some of Mother’s fashion magazines. Later in the evening, after I’d returned from Jeff’s, I’d get into bed and turn on the TV and watch some of the romantic sitcoms and maybe cry a little at the sad parts.
I guess that it was while I was watching those shows and seeing how the girls in them dressed that I decided that maybe I should get a few new pieces of clothing myself – like some of the PJs that I was wearing were the old boy’s PJs that I’d been wearing for years. And while I had some nice blouses and sweaters and tops, the girls in the TV shows didn’t wear the same kind of baggy styles that I was wearing, and a lot of the TV girls wore dresses and better looking shoes than the girl’s jeans and boy’s sneakers that I was wearing. So after school I started going to the mall every day or so and doing a lot of browsing and I ended up buying a few nicer pieces of clothing for my wardrobe. I got a pair of white sneakers with pink trim, and a denim skirt (not too short), and a couple of blouses that fit me better, and a pair of light purple silk pajamas, and a pair of cashmere pants and a matching top to lounge around the house in, and a couple of baby doll nighties – one in pink cotton and one in white lace. Oh, and bras, I bought three new bras. My old ones didn’t fit me anymore, and besides I wasn’t sure that I liked the way they covered my breasts up and squeezed them to make them look smaller. I found that I had to buy ones in a 36C size to get a comfortable fit. And while I stayed away from the “push up” styles and the extreme “wonder bras”, I did get styles that revealed a little more of my breasts and allowed me to show a little cleavage. Jeff complemented me on my new clothes, telling me how pretty they made me look – and that made me feel nice. Whenever I got a new piece of clothing I’d wear it to school the next day and talk to the other girls about clothes and shopping and stuff like that during study halls and lunch. It was so nice the way they treated me just like one of the girls and not like a guy anymore.
The last class of the day was a boring Social Studies class and I usually spent most of the time in it daydreaming. I was sitting by the window and I kept glancing outside to see what was going on – usually nothing. All of a sudden I noticed that the gray and gloomy day had turned really dark – like the sky was almost black – and then the wind picked up and heavy sheets of snow started blowing past the windows. By the end of the school day there was a full scale blizzard in process. Jeff and I made it home as fast as we could, stumbling through the heavy drifts that were forming and with Jeff’s arm around my waist to steady me. As we neared home we began to hear something like loud cracking noises, or booms, or small explosions. We soon realized that the noises were from trees falling or limbs snapping off. Most of the trees hadn’t yet lost their leaves and the heavy wet snow was building up on them and causing the damage. Jeff made sure I safely made it to my house and then turned and retraced his steps to his house. Once inside, I stripped off my wet clothes and put on my lounging pants and top, a pair of pink fluffy slippers, and a floppy yellow sweatshirt to top everything off – “Oh well”, I thought, “Warmth and comfort trumps style.” I was thinking about fixing a snack and turning on Oprah when the power went off. I was hoping that it would come back on but an hour later it was still off when I heard someone banging on the front door. I opened it to find Jeff, looking like some kind of snow creature from all the snow that had built up on him in just the short distance between our two houses. “Dad just heard that the power is off all over the city, no cars are allowed on the streets, and the mayor has declared a state of emergency. Mom thinks that you should come over to our place instead of being here alone”, Jeff said. Gosh, did that sound good to me – compared with being along in a dark and cold house in the middle of the worst storm I could remember. So I put on my heaviest parka and Jeff helped me through the snow and over to his house. “Oh Shaun”, Mrs. V said when I stumbled through their front door, “I was so worried about you being alone and I’m so glad you decided to come over”, and she gave me a big hug.
We all went to the family room where Mr. V had a fire going in the wood stove and the room was nice and warm. We spent the next hour or so listening to emergency broadcasts on a battery-powered radio. Everyone was being told to stay in their homes; the roads weren’t going to be plowed till the storm had passed, and to please not overload the telephone and cell phone systems with non-emergency calls. In a way it was almost kind of neat – being there in the nice warm family room, lit by flickering candles, and snuggled up against Jeff on the sofa. After awhile we warmed up some cans of soup and beef stew on top of the stoves, opened up several bags on snacks and candy and had a fun supper – but not a very nutritiously balanced one – well what the heck, beef stew, pretzels and candy – three of the major food groups, right? After supper we played card games and listened to the wind roaring around the house. Finally, around 10pm or so, Mr. & Mrs. V said that it was probably time to go to bed and I got up to head back to my house. “Oh Shaun”, Mrs. V said, “You can’t go back to your house. You don’t have any heat and I’d worry about you. You’re going to spend the night here.”
“There’s just one problem”, Mr. V broke in, “There’s no heat over here either – except for the family room. And I’m not going to stay up all night feeding the wood stove so even this room will get pretty cold in the middle of the night.” “So what are you saying? What are we supposed to do”, Mrs. V asked. “What the pioneers did”, he responded, “You and I will keep each other warm in bed, of course, and Shaun and Jeff will just have to share a bed together.” So Jeff and I are looking at each other and luckily the candlelight in the family room was so weak and flickering that Mr. & Mrs. V couldn’t see how the two of us were blushing and these big grins that we had on our faces. So Jeff and I went up to his bedroom. Man, Mr. V was right, Jeff’s bedroom felt like a refrigerator! Jeff and I kind of stopped and looked at each other, like, what were we supposed to do now? Finally Jeff said, “Well I’m not going to stand here freezing my balls off”, and he stripped his clothes off and jumped in bed. And I’m thinking, “Oh wow, he doesn’t even wear any PJs to bed. This is getting stranger and stranger.” But I had to do something so I just stripped down to my lounging pants and top and climbed into the bed with Jeff. For about fifteen minutes we just lay there, with Jeff way over on one side of the bed, and with me way over on the other side – kind of pretending that we weren’t in the same bed – and shivering under the cold sheets. Finally Jeff said, “Aw for Pete’s sake Shaun, it’s not like I haven’t seen your body before, or anything”, and he moved over and snuggled up against me. So I rolled over to face him and we put our arms around each other and just snuggled up under the covers and enjoyed the warmth of each other’s bodies. I could feel Jeff’s erection pressing against me, and my nipples were and hard and firm against his chest, but his parents were just down the hall and we didn’t want to do anything that would make a lot of noise, so we just lay there in each other’s arms and finally drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke in the morning, I found that Jeff had moved a little during the night and he was now lying with his chest against my back. One of his arms was over me and he had his hand up inside my top, cupping one of my breasts. As he sensed that I was awake, he began to gently stroke my breast and leaned forward and nuzzled his face into my neck and nibbled on my ear a little. I reached back with my hand, found his swelling dick, encircled it with my fingers and began to stroke it. Other than our heavy breathing we weren’t making any noise and we lay there, playing with each other’s body, till Jeff finally came and squirted his cum into my hand. After a minute or so I rolled over to face him and we embraced and kissed for several minutes. Finally we heard Mrs. V yelling up from downstairs, something about, “ …. You sleepyheads ever going to come down?” So Jeff and I got out of bed, pulled on our clothes and made our way downstairs. Mr. V had the fire going in the stove, the family room was nice and warm, and Mrs. V had even managed to make some coffee and cook some bacon and eggs in a frying pan on the top of the stove. It was almost 11am by then and all of us were really hungry so we tore into the food – man, that was about the best breakfast I ever had – sitting there snuggled up against Jeff – and whenever his folks weren’t looking he’d bend down and kiss me.
But all good things must come to an end, and in the early afternoon we heard the snowplows rumble past the house, and then just as it was beginning to get dark the power came back on, the lights flickered several times and then settled down to a steady brightness and we heard the furnace in the basement kick on. It was nice to have the storm over with, but I had kind of been hoping to have to spend another night with Jeff. But that was not to be. We had an early supper and I helped Mrs. V clean up things while Jeff and Mr. V went out and shoveled a path through the drifts and went into my house and made sure that everything was working and safe. And around 8 o’clock or so I went back to my house and slept in my own bed – and dreamed of Jeff.
Two days later I was up in my bedroom after supper. I had on my white lace baby doll nightie and was listening to some music on the radio while I removed the pink toenail polish I had applied a week ago and began applying new polish in a bright red color. I heard the door open and then Mother call out, “Shaun, are you up there?” I was so glad to hear her voice that I just flew down the stairs and threw my arms around her and kissed her and cried a few tears of happiness. After a minute or so Mother gently broke my embrace and held me off at arm’s length and looked at me for a minute or so before she said, “Why Shaun, I almost didn’t recognize you. I really like your nightie – it looks so pretty on you. And your hair is so beautiful. It looks like there have been some changes around here since I’ve been gone.” So we went into the kitchen and I brewed up a pot of tea and Mother and I just sat there and talked for hours and hours about my new clothes, and how Mrs. V had taught me to cook, and how I’d found that I really was good at cooking and how I even liked to do housework now, and, well, you know, about all the things that girls talk about. Finally I remember feeling really sleepy and looking up at the clock and realizing that it was past midnight and Mother was yawning so we hugged and kissed each other once last time and then went upstairs to our bedrooms.
We had a pretty low key Christmas. Mother and Mrs. V have become close friends ever since the V’s watched out for me while she was in Florida with her sister. Mother invited the V’s over for dinner on Christmas Day and I planned and cooked most of the meal – putting an apron on over the white silk blouse and denim skirt that I was wearing that day so that I wouldn’t splatter anything on them. After the meal we exchanged presents – I’d been very practical with what I’d bought for Jeff – a gift card from Auto Zone that he could use to buy more things for that car of his that he was always working on. Then Jeff gave me my present and it turned out to be a silver bracelet and a matching necklace that had a small diamond on it. I was so happy that I burst into tears and threw my arms around Jeff and kissed him before I realized that our parents were watching but they acted like they hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary – so I kissed Jeff again. Later that evening, as the V’s were getting ready to leave, I heard Mrs. V whisper to Mother, “You must be so very happy with Shaun these days – he’s so beautiful and acts so polite and feminine now.” And Mother whispered back, “Yes, it’s almost like I have the daughter that I’d always wanted.” When I heard that I thought that there was something about that conversation that should have bothered me, but I couldn’t think what it was, so I just went out to the kitchen and finished washing the dishes.
[To Be Continued]
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