Beast/ff/mf/inc ... and then some!

She!

An Anonymous Autobiography

                            Chapter 1

PERHAPS YOU'D THINK that I was unbelievably unimaginative. I prefer to
think of it as fully exploring my particular condition before moving on to
another. Remember also that once I have become, I can return to my earlier
forms quickly and easily. Thus the variety has always been there. Just not
in this new form.
     I don't know how old I am, if that's important to you. Old. I know
that. But time had little meaning to me until fairly recently. Many of my
days were spent only in responding to circadian cycles and not to the dials
of a clock.
     You might say I'm a single entity evolutionary being.
     If you don't know what circadian cycles are, you can join my
understanding. I didn't know the shortening and lengthening days and nights
had a name until fairly recently.
     What are my earliest memories? What was I? I can't tell you. First,
I'm not sure my being at the time has a name and, if it does, I don't know
it. After all, when you are a limited being, it is very difficult to know
yourself. There are no mirrors for the tiniest of creatures and, if you see
another like you, there is no way you could recognize the reflection except
by the biological attraction or revulsion.
     Suffice it to say that I spent my time eating and growing. If others
like I was then have a reproductive cycle, I never participated in it. I
doubt that it was a particularly noteworthy sexual act.
     I do have memories of crawling on multiple spindly legs. I have found
that size somewhat useful since and have re-used it. Here, then, a bit of
explanation is useful.
     When I revert to earlier forms, my mind remains intact. Since I have
lived for a period in one body before moving on to something else, I know
what is necessary to live as that being. However, since I carry a memory of
other shapes and sizes and experiences with me, it is impossible to totally
return to the feeling of being that earlier creature.
     Thus, I know that I was once a spider, because I know what a spider is
now. But at the time I was one with all my being, I knew nothing but eat or
be eaten.
     Certainly, sex as an arachnid was not the main selling point of the
form. I had two opportunities to partake in reproductive activities and
both times narrowly escaped being my offspring's first meal or my sexual
partner's next.
     I've flown through the skies on at least two separate occasions. I
mean lifelong occasions.
     Once I was a butterfly or moth -- I'm not sure which -- and, again,
did little but look for food. At least that mating was a little more
enjoyable in retrospect. It was just badly needed -- required actually --
at the time I was doing it.
     The other time, I was a small bird of some sort. In comparison to the
sheer joy of flying, sex as a bird was rather trivial. Again, at the time,
it was necessary but no more so and little more pleasant than searching for
food.
     It seems my life experiences, as I call them, are more or less up to
my choosing. My NEW life experiences, that is. Maybe I'm just easily bored.
     What happens is that one day I am doing something completely in
character with the body I'm inhabiting. I see some other life form and have
a pang of jealousy, you might call it.  As I think about it over some time,
I lose the characteristics of my current being and edge into that new
being's realities.
     Now that sounds pretty foggy. I'm sorry. It's my best explanation for
what happens.
     What happens, in quick and easy terms, is that I think about being
something else and everything shifts until I am that other thing. A strong
desire and bang, there I am. The time doesn't really matter but it's always
a significant period of my current body's life term.
     I was once some form of bug with an entire life cycle of a few
days. But I spent much of one of those days thinking about being a
lizard. Similarly, at one time I was a particularly quiet form of sea
turtle and, I'm relatively sure, lived for many decades. I spent most of
one year thinking about being a shark before that came to pass finally.
     You see what I mean?
     Interestingly, I've learned two things as I've reached higher
development levels. First, my new body is invariably just
post-pubescent. I'm sort of born a teenager, in other words, although, of
course, this has no meaning in terms of a spider that lives a single warm
season.  The second is that time I spend in reversionary bodies, like
temporarily being a bird to feel that wonderful exhilaration of flying for
a few hours, does not subtract from my current life.
     From experience, I know this to be true since I was once a very
short-lived bug, reverted to being a spider for several days, and came back
to the bug at the same stage of development I'd left.
     That's another interesting thing, by the way. I have died in my
bodies. In nature, it is a natural consequence of lifestyle. I have died of
simple old age a few times and found myself reverted immediately to my
previous form. Once I died in several incarnations, each reverting through
all the others to the last stable creature. That was unpleasant enough that
I try to alternate particularly enjoyable, and long term, life spans with
less enjoyable ones so my reversion is only one back.
     I have died violently a few times only to find myself reverted to an
earlier form and much shaken by the experience. Luckily, reversion through
those suddenly terminated lives, do not revert to the point of the
death. It's not like going back in time. Rather the reversion is to the age
at death.
     Thus, if I was a healthy but stupid teenaged mule deer shot by a
hunter's arrow, my next reversion would be to a healthy, stupid teenaged
mule deer with enough knowledge to keep from being shot by another hunter's
arrow and far in that previously successful hunter's future.
     You see why I have difficulty saying exactly how long I have lived. I
suppose I could sit down and remember parts of all my lives and what part
of my development I was in at the time I moved on to something else. But
the exercise would be difficult and, I think, totally unnecessary.
     And there is another interesting point. You might think, from this so
far, that I got tired of being a turtle and became a shark, tired of a
shark and became a fast swimming tuna, tired of being a tuna and became a
crocodile. I did those things, of course. But I was also a wolf and when I
became old and grey-necked, I became a young, virulent wolf and took over
the pack I had previously left to others. I was a whale for a very very
long time and then became a younger whale and continued that wonderful
existence. Actually, I have no idea how many times I've a whale or a deer
or a bird or some form of dog or cat. I particularly like those forms.
     In all cases, I am a stranger. It's not like I go around taking over
other beings' bodies like some kind of vampire. Also, I am not always born
to these bodies as the strongest and most virile. Frequently, I've found
myself to be among the weakest. But, as they say, breeding tells.
     Since I carry the knowledge of several lifestyles and many lives, I
can use my intelligence to succeed where others of my size never could.
     Also, when you know you will only revert to a previous life form if
you die, you can afford to be very brave when the need arises. However, I'm
not stupid about that either. I told you how unpleasant it is to die
violently. Perhaps it's more unpleasant for me than for most, in fact. Not
that I'm going to revert back through that violent end but just that the
memory of agonizing death stays with me forever.
     As I don't shift around through time, I also don't shift around
through space. In other words, if I decide to be a bird, I'm going to be a
bird right here, not somewhere far away in the world.
     Sometimes, since the transitions are often slow, crawling around as a
part crocodile, part bird, is a distinctly unpleasant activity. Therefore,
I often chose to shift from a long-lived animal to a short-lived one as an
interim step to another form. Since the new short-lived form cannot sustain
a long transition, it tends to be abbreviated in the transfer from long to
short.  Then, since the short-lived body cannot sustain itself for long,
the transition to a longer term life is very rapid. Far more so than the
other way around.
     With more intelligence, I have now chosen the shortest term life forms
I have experienced, a form of virus that lives only a few hours, as an
interim step to any other. I'm sure that I've seemed to almost wink out of
existence only to be replaced by a totally different being. Actually, it
takes a minute or so. (Now that I have access to timepieces I know that).
     That change has been enough to send the fear of the gods into an
attacking predator when a meal disappears into a hole and a larger predator
reappears a moment later.
     As I said, it hasn't always been this way. At one time, I changed
slowly from one creature to another and spent days trying to live my dual
lifestyle. Since almost every being has some kind of predator, some of
these slow changes had very bad results. I quickly learned what things I
could change to without making myself so vulnerable that I was killed. It
also made me very secretive during these times of vulnerability.
     Perhaps I'm even the stuff of mythology. I'm sure that someone seeing
a bird changing to a lion would think of the griffin.
     I also had to carefully watch the change from a water life form to a
land form. I remember the consequences of trying to change directly from
fish to deer once. I died miserably, drowning in two environments.
     It encouraged going slowly from one element to another and staying in
that element for as long as possible before changing back to the
other. Therefore, I swam in the oceans for many many years after
translating from animal to amphibian to fish. And stayed land-based for a
long time before transmuting back into the water again.
     Of course, I told you that I can return quickly and easily to any form
I have enjoyed before. It was never as if I was unremittingly tied to the
water or to the land. There does seem to be some limit on how long I can
remain in this state.
     After a relatively short time, I seem to tire very quickly and become
weaker and weaker. In nature, weak is never a good condition. And, if I'm
killed in one of these short-term incarnations, I die in my current life
and revert. Just the simple dislocation of this makes it unpleasant without
the dying, which makes it unbearable.
     Needless to say, I avoid overstaying in a short-term form.
     I told you about transforming from a meek rabbit being chased by a
coyote to a bear chasing a coyote. Well, that's what I'd been thinking
about anyway when I talked about a predator chasing prey into a hole and a
bigger predator coming back out.
     You can see the uses for the short-term incarnations, can't you? Well,
it's made me almost impossible to kill. One second, I'm a cowering rabbit
and the next second a grasshopper moving out of harm's way. One second, I'm
a deer running from the forest fire and then a hawk flying quickly
away. One second, I'm a silvery tuna and the next a very directed whale.
     Bottom line, I haven't died of anything but out-of-the-blue accidents
in centuries.
                               ***
     A very long time ago, I tried being a man for the first time. I spent
a relatively short time doing that. I hated my fellows' fear and craven
attempts at survival in a body ill-made to do that. I was too frequently
cold or hot and always, it seemed, hungry. It wasn't one of my favorite
incarnations and took a very long time to retry.
     Of course, I recognized the spark of intelligence that has set man
above most of the other animals of the world now. But I found that type of
intelligence of little value in any other life form.
     But man grew in his use of intelligence and, after an extended period
in the oceans, I returned for an extended period on land and found mankind
in dirty cities. The cities totally disgusted me but intelligence intrigued
me. Though ill-directed in most cases, it seemed to be more seeking and
expanding than even the much better directed and greater intelligence of
the whale.
     As a man, I became a great shaman to my village. I could frighten when
I wished. I could save lives in many ways with my knowledge and my
abilities. Any under my protection, could not be harmed. I would not allow
it. And for their part, they worshiped me for it. It was a long and happy
life.
     I ended that time in the way of the shaman, turning myself into an
eagle and flying away before choosing another incarnation.
     With human intelligence and experience to draw on, I found life in
many of the other forms vastly easier. Thinking ahead to consequences was
the primary benefit. Recognizing dangers and pleasures was another.
     Some animal incarnations were vastly boring to me now. The simple and
continuous pursuit of food was numbing. But after a difficult experience,
surely I craved this mindless pursuit of the simplest basics. And even this
lifestyle was made easier by knowledge and anticipation.
     The next time I had the urge to be human, I found that the
conglomerate of human thinking had produced much of interest. Art, music,
plays, great works. It was interesting to explore and to share the
knowledge of these thinkers. But, at the same time, men had created the
worst of its institutions. War was sought and fought with mindless fury.
     Even my time as a shaman for a primitive village had not prepared me
for this.
     And if war were not enough, man had also created slavery, shifting his
work to the shoulders of those he could control. These twin barbarities,
drove me back to the oceans for many lives. On the way back to the ocean, I
took a diverting side trip to an island where I translated from man to bull
over a normal period. It proved to be a diversion when several men saw me
in translation and could not understand my rage at their interference in my
life.
     As an animal, I follow the nature of animals. All those of us alive on
this planet do the same whether we know we are doing it or not.
     Though I sometimes spent a life as some type of herbivore, enjoying
the speed and freedom and restfulness of that lifestyle, more often I was a
predator. I flew as a raptor. I ran on soft, silent, and powerful
paws. When I sought society, it was often to hunt with a group. I had no
compunction about killing and still do not. That's the way of nature.
     My human experiences only gave it a different direction than most of
nature. Nature's killing is usually for food. Occasionally it is for the
pure joy of the hunt and the kill itself.  Being a man gave me another
reason. To destroy the designs of evil.
     Evil. An interesting concept. In nature, there is no evil. Evil is a
concept that can only be applied to man as a description of man. Evil comes
from man's ability to anticipate and therefore determine how to perform it
on another man or on nature. How to enslave. How to wage war. How to steal
what belongs to another.
     With a special perspective and the objectivity of never truly
belonging, I could identify evil easily. My determinations could never be
tainted by patriotism or religious belief or home and family. If I had not,
by personal nature, been a killer, I would have made the perfect judge for
I could always perceive the evil by the smell and foul taste of it.
     And I was always willing to use any necessary means to ferret out evil
if it wasn't self- evident.
     Was I effective? Perhaps sometimes. Identified, nothing could stop me
from killing with sword or dagger or tooth and claw. If the evil was too
large for me alone, I could lead and guide and motivate. Perhaps I supplied
the heart to great warrior kings but I was never king.
     Like nature, I preferred to kill simply, efficiently, with as little
danger to myself as possible, and quickly. Stealth served the end much more
frequently than any other form of death dealing. Yes, I did kill on
occasion to provide a greater example for those who were only thinking
about taking up the banners of evil. I could kill publicly in a way
designed to get the greatest notice and, I hoped, have the most effect.
     With all I did in numerous lives as human and animal, I am only one. I
believe I had an effect where I acted, but I could only act in the spot
where I was at the moment.
                               ***
     Love? you ask. Yes. Much of nature is love. Love is beyond the
functions of reproduction and societies and self-preservation. And I felt
love many times, though never at the lowest rungs of nature's ladder where
it has no place. And I was loved many times -- loved by mates and offspring
and even groups.
     Sexual activities are participated in at all levels, of course, in
some form. However, these activities are anticipated, enjoyed at any time,
and truly creative only in humans. There is no such thing as recreational
sex anywhere but in humans and occasionally whales or great apes.
     Sex makes the experience of love, though love is certainly not
required, an entirely different experience than it is in any other
creature.
     These two things -- love enhanced by sex and sex for the sheer fun of
it -- have drawn me back to being human more than any other reason.
                               ***
     I said you would think me unbelievably unimaginative. After all, I
have never before been a human female.
     I have been female before. A female black widow holds unusual status
in her society, for instance. I've even been female in animal societies
which only barely tolerate their female members most of the time. I did
this to feel the wonder of giving birth, primarily.
     I told you that I am covetous to the extreme. I make my choices of
next life by watching something I think it would be interesting or
illuminating to be for a time.
     Since my first time as a human, I've tried many lives, unnoticed
before, only out of intellectual curiosity. I'm the only being alive
outside of the whales, who knows their migratory patterns. I'm the only
being alive outside of several types of birds, who knows their homes. I'm
the only being alive who knows the lifestyle of the shark. I'm the only
being alive who even knows several forms of life exist in the deep oceans
and in the microscopic world.
     Since I take my pleasures this way, why would I want to be a part of a
beaten, deprived, usually ignored, and weak entity? I've always seen women
in this way.
     If I wanted to be kept or to bear offspring or to be thought beautiful
or to be worshiped for my gender, I could choose other animal kingdoms. The
lion male is kept by his pride. The gestation period for a vole is only a
few weeks and the offspring are almost immediately on their own. Many of
the male bird species are very beautiful. The queen bee or ant is worshiped
and catered to, though I found that to be a mind-numbing life.
     Oh, I saw human females I admired in my time as a human. But the male
lives had all the advantages and none of the downside.
     So my choice of being a human female now is a real sign of the
times. For the first time, I believe now I can enjoy a female life. I can
dismiss all the downside of human female life and participate in society in
whatever capacity I choose. Thanks to contraception, I don't have to accept
pregnancy and birth and child rearing for 20 years as an inevitable result
of sex.  Thanks to the new norms, I can work in any human capacity I
wish. Thanks to new moralities, I can do with my body as I wish, taking
advantage of being a sexual being, without worrying about being stoned or
imprisoned or shunned on any scale.
     I can be shaman again if I wish. I can lead from the background as I
never could before.
     I can be huntress since weapons require only will and training and not
enormous strength. If I wish, I can search out and destroy evil from a
perspective never allowed me and from a cover that few would suspect.
     I have waited many lives for this opportunity. Know that I will take
full advantage.

                            Chapter 2

I HAD BEEN a dog for almost 15 years. There's a lot to be said for a dog's
life. I was well fed -- overfed and fat because of it actually -- well
cared for, and loved. For a dog, I was also quite old. As a trusted pet of
a busy family, I was pretty well able to do all the exploring I wanted to
do and was pretty well left to my own devices unless I purposely intruded
on my family.
     All this hadn't been the case for the majority of my dog life. I'd
chosen to be a mid- sized mixed breed with soft, moderate length golden
hair. I told you I always look toward my own comfort in all my lives. This
type of dog seemed to get the vast majority of the good opportunities in
dog life -- not kept as a breeder by good pedigree, not so small as to get
picked on constantly, not so large only the male society would keep me. I
was male but not a fighter.
     Unfortunately, soon after my incarnation, I learned that any dog's
life on its own in a city is difficult and dangerous. Food is certainly
available though of mediocre quality. Water is more difficult though
possible. I was attacked by a pack of dogs in one neighborhood. I
understood their territoriality but didn't enjoy the flight from them at
all. Street kids shot a gun at me and, thanks only to nimble feet, missed.
     A dog's life on the big city streets involves a lot of dodging cars
and people while having few positive aspects. People ignore dogs in big
cities or, worse, actively shun them for fear of disease. The few who pay
attention to a dog in these circumstances are living a worse than dog's
life themselves, are looking for something to take out their inherent evil
on, or are trying to catch and thereby clear the streets of him.
     I "belonged" to a derelict for a time. Soon, that was too boring to
stand though offering a lot of freedom. I was only barely missed by a dog
catcher. Again I was saved by my knowledge of the area and very fast
footwork.
     That's when I began the trek out of the city.
     Man is very ignorant of his surroundings. They live in their cities
without realizing that the majority of the activity of the world is not
happening there. But on the edge of the enclaves, the world awaits. As soon
as I gained the edge of the city, I began to see signs of life again --
what men would call "wildlife".
     Life was much easier for me in the countryside. With my experience, I
am a very good hunter and fed myself easily. The water was much better
quality and readily available. The other predators were non-existent at my
competitive level. The wolves, bears, and big cats have been systematically
erased from the ecology surrounding any city. Even the few small dog packs
I met didn't feel impelled to defend their territory from me. I made it
known that I was only passing through. There were no human predators.
     Unfortunately, a dog has an innate need for companionship that seems,
in the domestic varieties, to require human attention. Other dogs are a
comfort but not the same thing at all.  Beyond this, one of my purposes for
being a dog was to investigate human society for another possible life as a
man. If I'd wanted to be a wild dog, I would have chosen to be a dingo or
coyote, two highly intelligent animal species with no need for humans.
     My searches passed up some opportunities. There were several farms but
the people on farms look on dogs as work animals. That's too similar to the
"wild" life with additional negative requirements. At least, they are
negative requirements as far as I'm concerned. Other dogs enjoy the sense
of purpose in being a work dog.
     Now, a small town is as good a place for a dog as a large city is
bad. People's attitudes toward dogs are more positive and they seem to have
the time to stop and talk and pet a decent looking dog. Unless they have
some special problem, they rarely have the need for dog catchers and if
they do, dogs are frequently saved from the animal shelters by those
looking for a pet. Food and water from the countryside is nearby if garbage
cans and handouts are not available. Even the streets do not taste and
smell of rubber and noxious gases and wastes.
     It took only two days for me to locate a family. It took that long
only because I had to research a little. And I was pretty old already and
seeing the change nearing. I was 13 at the time. Two years ago.
     I began the effort as, I suppose, all homeless dogs do. I went to a
school. I watched the kids as they played and remembered the ones who were
the best kids with the fewest nasty traits. Then I began following them
home without their knowledge. One young girl had a very abusive
father. While he occasionally hit her, I knew he would enjoy having a dog
around to abuse with even more relish. A boy I followed disliked dogs and
another had some type of allergy that didn't allow for animal hair. One had
eight brothers and sisters and I didn't think I could stand that much
attention.
     Then, finally, I found my family. Once the decision was made, it took
only a few minutes to become part of the family. Billy and Marshall, 12 and
10, were easy to convince with a few minutes of doggie play. Minni, 13,
thought she was too ladylike and adult for the roughhouse play but was soon
spending her time hugging and kissing me.
     Mommy was the next to fall to my charms. Luck played a big part in
that. The children, of course, had almost immediately charged on their
mother. I tried to look as appealing as possible to her, as she sat on the
porch next to me, and I think I might have won her over. But at that moment
the boys were playing with a ball they'd been throwing for me.  As it
rolled into the street, a car neared. Marshall headed in a straight line
for the ball with no notice of the car. I streaked in front of him and
stopped him from running into the path of the car. In fact, even as I made
the effort, I could see that the car was going to get past even before the
ball rolled into the street. But Mommy didn't see it that way at all.
     As I returned to the porch and her high praise, I could see it didn't
matter what Daddy thought. I had a home. She started our relationship off
right. She took me in the house and gave me half a pound of hamburger. I
smiled at her as I ate it and she smiled back.
     Though I was sure it wouldn't matter very much, I set out to endear
myself to Daddy.  With directed intelligence, it is amazingly easy for an
animal to be fully accepted by a human.  When we were introduced, I raised
my hand to shake and he laughed. Later, when it was time to get rid of my
wastes, I nudged his hand and went to the back door to bark. When he let me
out, I could see him watching me as I streaked to the rear fence, leapt it
with ease and took my shit in the adjoining field. Then I jumped the fence
again and trotted to his side with my smile intact. He wasn't even going to
have to clean up piles in the backyard.
     "This is a hell of a dog," he told Mommy when we returned to the
living room. I nudged his hand and he absently petted my head. "He's a
goddamned Einstein." Thus, I had a name for the first time in this
incarnation.
     Now only the fine tuning was left.
     When it was time for Mommy and Daddy to go to bed, I went with
them. Together, they crept into the boys' room, securing them in their
covers. I put my paws on the edge of the bed and looked from Mommy's even
further sweetened smile to the sleeping boys. She petted me, I'm sure
remembering my exploit that afternoon.
     I had no problem with the boys. Before their bedtime, I'd played with
them and let them wrestle me around without complaint. I was sure I'd be
doing a lot of that.
     That left only one conquest to be made. Minni. She'd had the
opportunity to pet me before Mommy came out but hadn't had more than a few
minutes of my time since. Now I intended to make up for that. When Mommy
and Daddy tucked Minni in, I edged between them and the side of the bed,
baring my teeth in an only partially intimidating manner. They
understood. I was appointed her protector on the spot. They told me they'd
leave the door open a crack so I could get out of the room if I needed
to. But they approved of me curling up on the rug next to her bed.
     I waited until the lights went off before I jumped onto the bed and
licked Minni's hand.  It was a gesture rather than a demand but I was happy
when she woke slightly. I lay down beside her and enjoyed her arm across
me. Now, I thought, the conquest was complete.
     During the next year and a half, I was the perfect dog. I wandered the
neighborhood enough to identify all the dangers and interesting things. I
chased rabbits and other small animals to supplement my diet from the
fields nearby. I had no more opportunity to demonstrate my heroism but I
did my duty in protecting the family and being everyone's best friend.
                               ***
     It still amazes me how attuned an animal's senses can be to anything
out of the ordinary. There wasn't anything in the family's home I wasn't
completely aware of. Everything.
     I knew when Mommy and Daddy, Phil and Molly when the kids weren't
around, were going to make love to each other before they had agreed to
it. I knew when one was ready before the other knew the
situation. Sometimes Molly was ready and was going to make the suggestion
after they were in bed. Sometimes, when Phil came home from work, I knew he
was interested. The day that Phil began his extra-marital affair, I knew
that too though, in the two months of its duration, Molly never did.
     I also knew when Molly and Minni were to begin their menstrual cycles
a day before they did. The day the boys discovered they could have fun by
playing with their penises, I knew it as well. When the younger Matthew
first began to produce semen, I knew that.
     I gave both boys and both women climaxes by licking them and Minni did
it for me with her hand and, as she studied at night, with her toes. The
boys were afraid they'd get caught and never let me do it again after the
first time. Molly let me lick her half a dozen times over the two years I
was with them. But it was Minni who made it a regular thing. One week we
each came at least once every day.
     One notable slumber party, four different girls had orgasms on my
tongue with only one refusing. They watched, rapt, as Minni used her
fingers to bring on my own, wondering if that was how a boy looks.
     Of course, that wasn't the extent of my sex life. My more normal
activities in the neighborhood included impregnating a dozen different
bitches and having successful sex with three who had been neutered. That is
very unusual since neutering does away with sexual desire in most cases. I
must be a very desirable dog.
     But now I see things on the horizon that require a different set of
abilities than I can supply as a dog. Now is the time for a new
incarnation.
                               ***
     It was a little after noon, the children in school and Daddy at
work. Mommy left me alone in the house with tongue in cheek instructions to
take care of things until she came home. In my own way, I intended to do
that.
     I put my paws on the living room window and watched her leave, hoping
that I'd have a couple of hours before she returned.
     Concentrating, I became a very small, very short-lived animal buried
deep in the fibers of the carpet. I saw no other creatures in my time here
though there are thousands of creatures, most of which no human has
identified, in each of the many places I've lived out lives.
     This was my transition creature and I had no interest in its
lifestyle. It was already aged in its life terms as I concentrated again on
my next incarnation. This creature I considered in detail.
     I've never witnessed my incarnations, as you can imagine. Even if
there had been a mirror, I could not watch. There are moments of total
disorientation and when those moments pass, it is done. Therefore, I can't
tell you what you would have seen if you'd been there.
     The reason for my need for concentration is that I have to picture the
creature to which I am moving in the most intimate and complete
fashion. I've found from experience that any detail left out, is left to
caprice and caprice is not often kind.
     Thanks to that concentration, when I woke on the floor of the living
room, I knew exactly what I would see when I looked into a mirror. That
made it no less fascinating to anticipate that experience.
     I knew that I looked about 14 years old, that I was five feet tall,
that I weighed slightly less than 100 pounds, that I had long blond hair
and bright blue eyes, and that I was a fully formed female human. For the
first time, I was a human female. And I was excited by the prospect.
     I uncurled from a fetal position, rolling onto my back, and felt the
strange weight of my breasts moving as if entities of their own. For the
first time in a very long time, I didn't feel the weight of male genitals
between my legs. I sat up and looked there to see the fluff of pubic hair
and the bunched skin that, I knew, covered a hole and various other
interesting elements.
     Knowing for weeks that I was going to do this, I'd prepared. Blocks
away, I had taken a tee-shirt and shorts from a clothesline and secreted
them in the field behind the house.  Earlier, I had brought them into the
backyard. Now I opened the sliding glass door and went to the
clothing. Back in the house, I stepped into the shorts and pulled the
tee-shirt over my head. Both were too small but I didn't care as long as I
had something to cover myself.
     I let myself back out of the sliding glass door, leaving it partly
open, and climbed over the back fence. I circled around the block, talking
to my dog friends as I went, wasting time until Mommy came home. Finally,
idling along the sidewalk, I saw her drive up to the house and open the
back door of the car. It was full of grocery bags.
     I skipped to the side of the car. "Could I help?" I asked. She looked
at me, frowned, and looked around as if for a car or other people. Finally
she shrugged her shoulders.
     "Sure, I guess." She lifted one of the bags, holding the door keys in
the other hand, and led the way to the door. I picked up two bags and
followed her into the house. "Einstein," she called, looking around the
house. "Einstein!" I set the bags on the kitchen table and went back to the
car to get two more. She had found the open door and was outside calling
the dog. I got the last two bags, shut the car door, and returned to the
kitchen.
     "Oh," she said. "Thanks. That's a big help."
     "That's okay," I said.
     "I wonder where that dumb dog went," she said to herself. She looked
worried and I was sorry for her feelings of loss. She turned back to me. "I
guess you ought to get home." I just looked down at my hands. It was very
calculating. I'd thought about the transition a long time.
     She was sort of nervous about me now. I could feel it.
     "Could I get you something to drink?" I smiled and nodded. "Okay. But
then you'll have to head out before your mother starts worrying about you."
     "I don't have a mommy," I said.
     "Then your daddy." I shook my head.
     "Then who's taking care of you. Your aunt or grandmother?" she
speculated.
     "No. I'm sort of on my own."
     "You mean you have no one?"
     "Uh huh." I tried to look sad. "But I'm okay. People take care of me
sometimes." She looked at me, putting her hand on my shoulder.
     "Police? Social workers?"
     "Huh uh," I said with emphasis, letting my eyes get big and fearful
looking. "People who like me and don't want to put me in an orphanage. Guys
mostly," I mumbled. I heard her draw in her breath.
     "Well," she said with a note of decision. "If you don't have anyone
here, then you can stay for a while, while we look for, ah, something
better. More permanent." I looked up at her then with the smile I knew
she'd like.

                            Chapter 3

WE SAT AND talked through most of the rest of the afternoon. I told her my
name was Sue Love and that I grew up in New York City. I knew there had
been a family named Love, that the parents had died, and that their
daughter, Sue, had disappeared. I'd learned that when I was a dog in New
York and lived for a short time with the real girl on the streets. I
watched her die one very cold, dark night but I was sure no one else in the
world knew or cared.
     I knew my family, since I'd always thought of them that way, would
explore for Sue's circumstances. But I was also sure they wouldn't let me
be taken back to the situation that Sue Love had died in.
     Molly and I got along very well. I can use my intelligence and
knowledge to make most people like me. Since I have had no real ill
treatment that I haven't taken care of myself, I have no psychological
problems or other impediments that other street children have in great
quantity. I made her laugh and, a couple of times, made her cry. Finally,
someone cried for poor Sue Love even if she wasn't really me.
     I would never tell her that I had killed the three teenagers who had
raped and killed Sue Love in a New York City alley. I was still sorry that
I hadn't been there before they hurt her. Unfortunately, as I told you
before, one individual can't take care of evil everywhere it is
practiced. But at least that particular evil would never be repeated by
those three or two of their associates. The unfortunate girl they were
stalking at the time I caught up with them also never knew of her near
escape.
     "Oh, my. It's 2:30," she said. "We need to get you something more
appropriate to wear. Come with me." I knew she'd do this; one of the
reasons I hadn't picked clothing very carefully.
     I followed her to her room as she began rummaging through her drawers.
     "You just hop in the shower," she said, "and toss your old clothes out
in the hall. I'll put some clean ones on the bed here for when you get
out." I nodded and headed for their master bath and enjoyed a long shower
even though I wasn't particularly dirty. It was just very sensual to do in
this body.
     When I came out, she was out of the room but I saw the jeans and
tee-shirt she'd picked out for me along with the set of underwear. I was
looking at them when she returned.
     "Oh!" she said as she stopped inside the doorway. I'm not sure what
she expected.  Maybe that I'd already be dressed since I had extended my
shower longer than she normally did. I just turned toward her and watched
her eyes range down my little body.
     I was proud of it. I'd done well in my conceptualizing. But I could
see something entirely different in her look as her eyes focused on my
large breasts and then slid downward across my tiny waist to my flared hips
and the wispy white hair between my legs. It wasn't at all a motherly
inspection.
     "Well," she said almost breathlessly, "it doesn't look like you'll
have any problem filling out my bra." I just smiled and thanked her without
moving to put the clothes on yet. I really preferred her inspection of me
at the moment. It felt almost as good as the hot shower. "Go ahead and get
dressed while I put some things away here."
     I stepped into her little panties and then fastened the bra, feeling
her eyes on me even as she put clothes away in the drawers from her morning
wash.
     "Perfect," I said with a big grin, showing her the results. Then I
slipped the tee-shirt over my head, letting her watch my bottom as I did
so, before putting on the jeans. They were a little tight but fit better
than the shorts I'd had on. I went to her then and hugged her. "Oh, thank
you so much! It feels so nice to have nice clothes on again. And clean and
everything."
     "Well, let me help you brush out your hair, okay?" I nodded and sat
down at her makeup table as she took the hairbrush and began stroking the
long blond tresses. There was another thing that felt wonderful. I was
really going to enjoy this. "Some other time we'll have to do some nail
polish."
     I was almost like a dress-up doll for her and she was reacting in
exactly the way she would have when she was 12 and still playing with
dolls. I wondered if her dolls had enjoyed being played with as much as I
was. She continued the brushing far past the time my hair had dried and
every little knot had been removed. It shown in the mirror like spun gold
and fell far down my back to a point below the bra strap.
     That was something that was going to take a little getting used
to. I'd seen bras when Minni and Molly put them on but, since I'd never
been a human female, I'd never worn one. It felt sort of secure but at the
same time was a little restrictive and the straps itched. Molly saw that as
I scratched and squirmed with it.
     "You've not used to wearing a bra, huh?"
     "No, ma'am," I said. "I haven't had one before."
     "Well, you'll get used to it and you need one, I think."
     "I thought they were just to keep you from sagging and like that," I
said.
     "Yes. But a modest young lady wears one so she isn't quite so --
obvious."
     "Oh," I said. I thought I wouldn't wear one if I could get away with
it but I didn't say anything. I thought it would be better to meet the rest
of the family with as innocent a look as possible.
     As we went back to the kitchen so she could start dinner, the door
burst open with Marshall and Billy pushing and wrestling in their race to
be first in the door. They both stopped in their tracks as they caught
sight of me. I just smiled.
     "Hi," Marshall said.
     "Boys, this is Sue. She's going to be staying with us for a little
while," Molly said.
     "Oh, okay," Billy said with only a second's hesitation. Kids always
accept strangers fast. "So hi! Where are you from?"
     "New York," I said. "But I like it here a lot better."
     "Yeah, us too," Marshall said with a grin. "Where's Einstein?"
     "Oh, shoot," Molly said. "I never did find him. Boys. I found the door
open when I came home from shopping. Why don't you take a look around the
neighborhood and see if you can find him?"
     "Yeah, sure," they said in unison and turned back to the door, pushing
their way out again, leaving their school books behind them on the kitchen
floor.
     "Hey, Minni," Billy said outside the door a moment before she came
demurely into the kitchen. She didn't notice me immediately and kissed her
mom on the cheek before catching sight of me and doing a double-take.
     "Minni, this is Sue. She's going to be staying with us for a little
while."
     "Hi, I'm Minni," she said, holding out her hand to shake.
     "Hi," I answered with a big smile.
     "Let me put my books away. I'll be right back," she said. She went
through the house calling for the dog. I felt sorry they wouldn't find
Einstein and would never know what happened to him unless, at some time in
the future, I told them about myself. They would already be skeptical
enough of me for a while without my adding that to the mix. But some time,
I'd tell them in my own way.
     When she returned from her room, she asked Mommy about the dog just as
the boys had with the same answer and request.
     "You guys want to take a look around the neighborhood for him?" she
asked. Minni shrugged her shoulders.
     "Sure, I guess," Minni said. "You want to go along?" I nodded and got
up from the chair I'd been watching from.
     "Is that all right, ma'am?" I asked politely.
     "Of course, honey," she said. "You guys get acquainted. I'm just
fixing dinner and that's boring for young ladies."
     Minni led me out the door and down the driveway before saying
anything. I was being careful not to step on a rock in my bare feet. Unlike
most animals, I'd found before that human feet are poorly protected
naturally though they can be toughened with days of walking. I didn't
really think it was going to be necessary this time however and mine had no
protection built up at all now.
     We walked around several blocks along the tree lined streets, Minni
occasionally saying hello to someone as we passed. I knew all the people
from taking walks with her before. Actually, I knew a great deal more about
some of them than Minni did. Many things no one outside their homes knew
about them. A dog sees a lot that people don't.
     We talked about the neighborhood and she filled me in on what she knew
about the people as we walked. I told her about living in New York City and
how scary it was. That was straight from my heart with a little bit gained
from the things I'd seen rather than really lived.  But by the time we
returned home, we both knew we were going to be fast friends.
     When we got back in the house, I listened to Minni's report and then
to her discussion of the day's activities with her mom. Molly continued
making dinner as they talked. I added something when I could and generally
participated in the talk. We were all getting along well when the front
door opened.
     "Hello! I'm home," Phil said from the door.
     "We're in here, daddy," Minni said as she bounded to greet her dad
half way. They came back into the room arm in arm and he nodded to me
before leaning to his wife and kissing her on the cheek as she stirred
something.
     "Phil, I want you to meet Sue. She's going to be staying with us for a
little while until we can make some other arrangements."
     "Oh, exchange student?" he asked me.
     "No. She just helped me with the groceries. We'll have to talk in a
minute." She closed the discussion for a time. "Why don't you guys go in
the other room and watch TV, okay?"  Seeing that they needed to talk in
private, Minni and I moved to the other room.
     I knew the substance of the conversation because, as a man, I would
put up the same argument. You can't take in stray kids like you can take in
stray dogs. What says that this kid is what she says she is? She could be a
thief, a killer. Who knows? I knew that, at least for tonight, and with no
other evidence than my own being, Molly would win. Being female was a
distinct advantage. If I'd been male tonight, I would be out to seek a
place to sleep. As a female, I would not. All I could do was wait for the
inevitable decision. I would have tomorrow to strengthen my position and
tonight was almost a foregone conclusion.
     My confidence was buoyed a lot because I knew Phil and that he
wouldn't really fight all that hard.
     The boys came bounding back in the door then demanding dinner and
telling their parents that they couldn't find the dog. I was sure they'd
gotten sidetracked by other interests but, of course, it didn't matter a
great deal since I knew where the dog was -- in the family room watching
television.
     The boys came into the room then and parked in front of the
television, soon taking it over. But something was still wrong and I could
see it. They both missed the dog and were worried about him. I asked them
what they were bothered by and they told me what I knew.
     "So what do you miss about the dog?" I asked.
     "He always met us at the door and was ready to play."
     "Yeah, I know how it is I guess. It must be nice to have a friend like
he must have been."
     "Yeah." They were both thoughtful.
     "Can I be your friend?" I asked.
     "Sure. But it's not the same thing. He used to be funny and run with
us. And a lot of the time, he'd wrestle with us on the family room floor."
     "Yeah?" I said. "I can wrestle."
     "Naw," Billy said. "You're a girl."
     "Yeah," I said. "But I can still wrestle. And I'll bet I could beat
you."
     "You're kidding," Marshall said with a deprecating grin.
     "No. I'm pretty good. I've wrestled with tougher guys than you."
     "You couldn't even beat me," Marshall said with a grin, knowing it was
a challenge.
     "I'll bet I can and if I win I'll hold you down and kiss you all over
your face."
     "No way!" he giggled.
     "So how do we start? Standing up or on all fours like the college
wrestlers?" I asked standing up and getting in a wrestling pose.
     "All fours. And I get top to start."
     "Okay." I got on all fours and waited for him to put his arm around my
side. He was still quite a bit smaller than me and carefully reached around
below my breasts. It gave me a real advantage since his arm should have
been across my chest. I didn't waste the advantage but turned out from
under his arm and put mine around his chest in a single movement. I held on
tight as he squirmed and finally fell onto his side.
     Squirming to get away from my hold, that I easily held tightly around
him as he turned to face me from flat on his back, I held him solidly as he
tried to free himself. Minni and Billy laughed and yelled for him to get up
but he couldn't. Then I got up to sit on his stomach, holding his wrists
down on the carpet. While he squirmed to get loose and turned his head
wildly from side to side, I kissed him all over his face just as I said I
would.
     He almost broke my nose in his attempts to get free. That was to the
negative. His body also squirmed between my spread legs, rubbing against me
roughly. That was to the positive. I loved kissing his face as he laughed
and tried to get free. It was so like when he and I had wrestled when I was
a dog, racing around him and licking him whenever he was at a disadvantage.
     "Uncle! Uncle!" he finally screamed. "I give! Get off me!" I did and
rolled to the side as he stopped his giggling. I could see that he was as
sexually stimulated as I was by the bulge in his pants.
     "You wuss!" Billy said as he pushed him out of the way. "You could
never do that to me!" he bragged. I just grinned.
     "I get top this time. You're bigger and I'm a girl."
     "Yeah, well, okay." I got a good hold around his side and across his
chest as he tried to turn out of it. I let him turn and then crossed him,
reaching under his bottom with one arm and across his shoulder with the
other. My weight, my breasts pressing into his chest, held him almost
immobile.
     He grunted and squirmed to get loose as Minni laughed and Marshall
told him he was a wuss.
     Unfortunately, he worked me too far up his body until part of my body
was over his face. I was still holding on to him but when he pushed his
mouth into my breast, I cringed away with a strange mixture of excitement
and fear of damage. He rolled me over then and quickly grabbed my arms to
hold them down. His slightly heavier body against mine, his knee between my
legs, was very exciting in this new body. His chest was pressed against my
breasts, pushing and trying for better position.
     I knew I could lift my leg and hurt him since he had only one leg over
mine but I didn't want to do that. After all, there's a difference between
street fighting and wrestling for fun. For one thing, you didn't really
care if you lost or not.
     I giggled as he got over me further and started kissing my face. I
made a show of squirming to get free and turning my face to keep him from
kissing me. But, in fact, I was thoroughly enjoying it.
     Marshall was ecstatic that his brother had gotten me. Minni was still
giggling since she could see what it would be like to be in this situation
as a girl and knew it was pretty pleasant.  Billy just kept kissing all
over my face until he had kissed my ears and my neck and my cheeks and
then, finally, my mouth. We both froze as he realized what he was
doing. Then, quickly, he backed away. It took a few heartbeats before he
got his bravado back.
     "Okay," he said standing up quickly. "I won. The new world's
champion." He clasped his hands together over his head as he bounced around
the room and Marshall heartily congratulated him for his win. He was
totally flushed from the combination of the effort he'd expended and his
own sexual excitement.
     Certainly, I was flushed and physically excited as I slowly sat up and
regained my feet.  Smiling, I went and sat down next to Minni on the couch
and she giggled and told me I'd get him next time. She was as flushed as I
felt -- just from watching.
     "Dinner, kids," Phil said from the kitchen door and Minni and I, arm
in arm, followed the boys' cavalry charge to the room.
                               *** "What have you guys been doing?" Mommy
said as she looked at us with a smile.
     Billy said, "We were wrestling." Then he made a muscle and said, "I
won, of course."
     "I sort of lost," Marshall said in his typically honest manner. "But I
think she cheated."
     "You mean you were wrestling with Minni?"
     "Huh uh," Billy said matter-of-factly. "Sue. She pretty much beat
Marshall but I beat her, so it's okay."
     "Marshall tired me out so it was easy," I said with a grin.
     "You guys aren't supposed to be wrestling in the family room," Phil
said with a smile.
     "Ah, dad. There's nothing we can break or anything," Billy said.
     "How about the TV?" he said. "If you guys feel the need to run off
some of that excess energy, take it out in the backyard after
dinner. Okay?" We all nodded.
     It seemed strange that I could win over the boys in the same way as a
female human as I had as a dog.
     They finished their dinners quickly and pushed me to do the same. As
soon as I'd finished, Marshall almost pulled me from my chair to follow him
to the back yard. I insisted on wrestling Billy first, supposedly while I
was still strong enough, and used the knowledge I'd gained over numerous
years to easily best him, using my advantage only to lick him all over the
face. I refrained from kissing him, as I could have several times, for fear
of escalating our relationship too early.
     After he'd given up, Marshall came at me like a whirlwind. Both of us
laughing all the while, I let him get the best of me. He ended up sitting
rather unceremoniously on my breasts, his shins painfully against my
biceps, and kissed me everywhere on my face I would allow him.  He stopped
finally when I started kissing him back, forcing him to kiss me on the lips
a couple of times that resulted in boyish yucks.
     Minni and I left them wrestling with each other and returned to the
family room.

                            Chapter 4

"SUE," PHIL SAID. "Could I talk to you for a few minutes?" I nodded and
followed him to the kitchen, letting him hold a chair for me. He sat down
at the chair next to mine and looked at me.
     "You seem to have impressed my family," he said. "Perhaps I'm a little
overly careful.  But I need to learn a little more about you than I know
now. Do you mind?"
     "No, sir," I said quickly, following it with a nervous smile in
character with what I believed him to expect.
     "Okay then. Would you tell me a little about your life? I mean, I know
what you told Molly. But I need a little more before I feel comfortable
with you in my home with my children."
     "Yes, sir," I said. "What can I tell you?"
     "What about your parents?"
     "They were killed, sir," I said quickly. "A car accident." That had
been the real Sue Love's tale. I thought it was true though she only told
me as her dog friend and not another soul.
     "And you have no other family?"
     "No, sir."
     "When were your parents killed?"
     "About two years ago. Spring. It's spring now."
     "Yes. So how have you been living since then?"
     "Well, first they put me in an orphanage," I answered. Sue had been in
an inner city orphanage for almost a year before her escape.
     "Why aren't you still there?"
     "They were mean, sir. And there was one man who was supposed to take
care of us at night." I turned my face away. The anguish I felt was real
though it was only secondhand.
     "He was a bad man?"
     "Yes, sir. Very bad. At night, he used to make some of the girls go to
his office." I'd heard Sue talk about this with another girl and it still
made me mad that I didn't know the man.  That I'd never heard.
     "Did you go to the office?"
     "No, sir. I knew about when it was going to be my turn and I left."
Sue hadn't been so lucky but I thought this better than secondhand
information. I could say to myself that I hadn't personally experienced
what she had those awful nights that so changed her life and the way she
looked at the world.
     "So you got out before anything happened?"
     "Uh huh."
     "How did you live then?"
     "There are lots of kids on the streets now," I said. That was the
truth. Thousands of youngsters. Most warped by their experiences
forever. "I lived with some of them. You know.  A few days or a few
weeks. Then I'd move on." Sue didn't have that luxury or the intelligence
to do it. She'd fallen into a cycle of misbegotten love or, at least, a
feeling of protection that had been torn apart by boys who had taken
advantage of her love before throwing her out or trying to exploit her for
money.
     "You told Molly that a lot of the people who looked after you were men
-- boys."
     "Yes, sir."
     "Did they -- do anything?"
     "Yes, sir. Sometimes. They wanted me to earn my keep. I tried but I
couldn't do it."
     "I see. So you were, ah, never . . ."
     "A hooker? I don't know. I never did it regularly or anything. But a
couple of times, I didn't have a choice." I looked, embarrassed, at my
hands. I knew this had to get to him with a daughter my age. "There were
times when I was very hungry. And the people, the men, weren't really
terrible. There was only a couple of guys and they were nice to me. Mostly,
they wanted to take pictures and that was okay."
     "Pictures," he hissed. He was seething with hatred for these men as I
had been when I first heard Sue talk of it. With her, it was pictures and
much worse. They'd hurt her very badly and, even before her encounter with
the three men who killed her, she might not have survived long. I sought
them out but never was in a position to find them. Perhaps I'd have another
chance.
     "When you haven't eaten for three or four days . . ." He stopped me
with a raised hand.
     "I understand." He looked embarrassed with himself before he asked the
next question.  I thought I knew what it might be. "Sue. Are you still a
virgin? I mean I understand . . ."
     "Oh, yes sir," I said without hesitation. Of course, in this new body,
I was. I also knew it would make a difference in how he looked at me. I
wanted his respect and, for a teen, this was one measure of that. It would
assuage many of his fears.
     "Would you mind too much if I asked Molly to make sure of that?"
     "No, sir. If you think that's necessary."
     "I'll talk to her about it. I'm not sure. Maybe tomorrow or
something." He look up into my eyes again. "Of course you'll stay with us
tonight, Sue. Okay?"
     "Oh, yes sir. Thank you. It's still pretty cold outside."
     "I can imagine. Tomorrow though, I want to make some discrete
inquiries. After all, if you're with us for very long, we'll need to get
you into school. And we'll have to clear up your background formally." I
smiled.
     "I'd love to be able to go to school again. I haven't been for about a
year."
     "Well, probably it's too late for this year. There's only a couple of
weeks until summer vacation. But maybe in the fall." I was ecstatic and let
it show. He was talking about letting me stay, just as I hoped he would. I
jumped to my feet and threw my arms around his neck.
     "Okay then. We have to get one thing straight, okay?" I looked into
his eyes waiting for what he said. "I'm Phil. Not 'sir'. Okay?"
     "Yes, sir. I mean, Phil," I said with my bright smile.
     "Okay then. Let's join the rest of the family." He put his arm around
my back and led me back into the family room where everyone was now
watching a TV program. It was very comfortable.
                               *** "If it's all right with you, Minni, Sue
can sleep with you tonight," Molly said after the TV program was over and
everyone was ready for bed.
     "She could have my bed, mommy, and I'd sleep on the floor," Marshall
said brightly.  She laughed.
     "No, that's okay. I think the girls will get along better together and
you're better off in a bed." He shrugged but I appreciated his offer and
ruffled his hair with a smile of thanks. He just looked embarrassed by my
attention.
     I knew Minni and I would fit nicely in her four poster double bed so
wasn't worried.  As long as Minni didn't feel like I was imposing. She
didn't make any sign before she grabbed my arm to lead me to the bedroom
     "We'll do fine," she said.
     "Okay then, kids," Phil said. "Off to bed. It's a school night." The
boys were unusually well behaved kids with a regular bedtime. They moved
off with us, ducking into their room and saying goodnight before closing
their door. I could hear their normal clamor behind the closed door.
     I also heard Phil and Molly begin discussing the situation behind us
as we went into Minni's room and closed our door as well.
     "This'll be fun," Minni said to me. "Just like having a sister." She
went to her drawers and pulled out what I recognized as her favorite
shortie nightgown and gave it to me. Then she pulled out another and
started taking her clothes off.
     "I better go to the bathroom before I get undressed," I said. She
pointed it out though I knew that it was between the two kids' bedrooms.
     "Be sure and lock the other door or you'll have the boys in there with
you."
     "Okay," I said and ducked into the room and used it quickly before
unlocking the other side and shutting our side before I returned to the
bedside. She was already in bed with the covers pulled up almost to her
chin though she turned sideways and watched as I took off my clothes and
got into the nightgown.
     "Wow," she said. "You really have big titties, huh?"
     "Yeah," I said. "I guess so." I blushed at her inspection.
     I turned the lights off and crawled under the covers next to her. The
sheets were cold and I was shivering. I guess she could feel it because she
moved over against my side.
     "Here, I'll help warm you up," she said.
     "You're nice and warm," I said. "Boy, this is sure better than
sleeping outside."
     "Is that what you did last night?"
     "Uh huh. Downtown." I lied. That was enough of that. Sooner or later I
knew I was going to tell her the truth, strange as it was. But I hoped to
remain somewhat normal in her eyes for a little longer.
     I turned toward her, interlacing my arms and legs with hers and
holding her close until my shivering stopped. By then, I was feeling much
more than the coolness of the sheets which were actually quite warm now.
     One of her legs was between mine, her thigh pressing into the little
panties the nightgown included. Her other leg was wrapped around the back
of my other leg. My thigh was pressed between her legs as well and I could
feel a strange heat from their conjunction.  She had one arm under my side
and the other around my other side. Mine were around her neck.
     There was a knock on the door and we rolled quickly apart, though our
legs were still crossed and one of our arms still around each other. The
door opened then and Molly peered into the darkness.
     "Goodnight, girls," she said. "We're glad to have you, Sue."
     "Thank you, ma'am," I said.
     "Night, mom," Minni said. The door closed again and we heard Phil say,
"They all settled in?" There was only a murmured reply I didn't understand
but I thought I knew what it was anyway. We heard their door close and
silence fall over the house.
     Both Minni and I knew we weren't really cold anymore but, as Phil and
Molly's door closed, we turned back toward each other, putting our arms and
legs around each other as we had before. It felt very nice.
     We just lay that way, talking very softly for a long time about life
in general and about her days. I spoke as little as possible about my life
since I didn't want to lie to her any more than necessary. I could say a
few things from my own experiences.
     "Have you ever messed around with a guy?" she asked. "I haven't."
     "Yeah, sort of," I said. "I guess so."
     "Did he put his thing in you?"
     "Huh uh."
     "What did he do then?"
     "Can I show you?" I asked. I felt her nod against my shoulder.
     I moved down slightly and kissed her lips. She smiled when I did
that. While I kissed her, I let my hand find her breast. When I pressed my
tongue past her lips, I found her nipple with my fingers and rolled and
played with it. I could feel her breathing heavily through her nose and her
body reacting naturally to my kisses and touches. I broke the kiss and
stopped moving my hand for a minute to give her a chance to catch her
breath. She smiled and, after a minute, opened her eyes.
     "Did you like that?"
     "Uh huh!" she whispered.
     "Good." I returned my lips to hers and began moving my fingers again
on her nipple.  "You can touch me too if you want to," I said quickly
between kisses. Her fingers tentatively went to my breast. It felt
good. Then for a minute, she fought my tongue and pressed hers into my
mouth. I liked the feel of that a lot.
     We kissed and touched each others' breasts and nipples for a very long
time until both our middles were pressing into the other girl's leg harder
and harder until we both had orgasms.
     "Okay," I whispered. "Now I'm going to do something different. You can
do it to me later if you want."
     I lowered myself down her body until I could pull up her nightgown and
start licking her nipples, one after the other. She moaned and rolled from
side to side as I licked and sucked until she had another orgasm against
me, hissing between her teeth to keep from crying out.
     She didn't move as I pulled her panties off and pushed her knees apart
so I could touch her inner thighs and then her pussy. She had another
orgasm before I put my finger into her and that sent her into another one
right away. I felt her maidenhead with the tip of my finger as I stuck it
in and out of her, rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time and
licking her nipples.
     I let her relax for a minute as I got myself ready and then plunged my
tongue between her legs. Just as she did when I was a dog, she had orgasm
after orgasm for a long time. The difference was that now, instead of just
licking, I could suck her juices and suck on her clitoris as she had more
and stronger orgasms.
     Each time she was having a harder time stifling her moans or crying
out. Several fairly loud sounds came from her as her back arched and her
body bucked on the bed. She'd had her fingers wrapped in my hair for some
time now, holding my mouth to her. Now she pulled me away and up her body,
letting me kiss her nipples on my way past but forcing me back to her
mouth.
     I lay on top of her for a long time as she kissed me, her legs
wrapping around the back of my knees and pressing our middles and breasts
tightly together. I loved the new feelings that were mixed with the
memories of the old feelings of making love to a woman. She came again
under me.
     Then she let me go, collapsing in exhaustion. I curled up next to her,
as I had so many times as a dog in the last two years, and soon was asleep
holding her.
                               ***
     The alarm woke us both up the next morning before Minni turned it off
and rolled to me.
     "I really liked that last night," she grinned. "I'm sorry. I meant to
do it to you before I fell asleep but I just couldn't move any more."
     "I know. It's okay. Maybe another time."
     "Yeah," she said. "We'll have lots of other times, huh?" It was as if
she needed reassurance.
     "Sure." Then she bounded out of bed toward the bathroom.
     "I've got to get in and out of the shower so the boys can get ready
for school," she said breathlessly.
     "Okay," I said. "Leave it on and maybe I can get one really quick,
too."
     "Sure," she said and disappeared into the bathroom. A couple of
minutes later, she stuck her head back out and said I could get in and
asked if it was okay if she brushed her teeth. When I pulled my nightgown
over my head and pushed my panties to the floor, I felt her eyes on me in
the mirror as she watched. It made me grin to myself.
     I washed fast so I didn't break the normal routine and just as I was
getting out of the shower, she left the room saying, "When you get dried,
would you wake up the boys?" I said I would and proceeded to dry myself
off. Then I wrapped the big towel around my breasts, the bottom just
covering my pelvic region.
     I opened the door to the boys' room and walked to the side of
Marshall's bed, shaking him lightly. "Marshall. Wake up. It's time to get
ready for school," I said. He rolled over and looked at me through bleary
eyes. I smiled and he kind of smiled back.
     I moved to Billy's bed and shook him with the same words. He opened
his eyes and looked up at me. His smile spread to fill his face, his eyes
wide.
     "Wow. That's something to wake up to," he said. "A beautiful girl
wearing just a towel." My little Billy was growing up, I thought as I
ducked out of the room.
     As I got dressed in the tee-shirt and jeans Molly had given me the day
before, I listened to the boys hassling over space to wash their faces,
brush their teeth, and comb their hair.  Minni found a pair of white
sneakers that fit me okay and we went down to breakfast.
     "Good morning, ladies," Molly said when we got to the kitchen. Minni
said, "Morning mom," while I said "Good morning, ma'am." She turned to me
with a pancake turner in her hand and pointed it at me.
     "I heard Phil tell you not to call him sir last night. The same goes
for me. I'm Molly.  Okay?"
     "Yes, Molly," I said brightly. She grinned at me.
     "So how many pancakes can you ladies eat. Before the boys get here."
     "I don't know," I said while Molly said, "Two please." I decided that
was enough and said so. She'd just put them on our plates as the boys
blasted into the room, pushing and shoving each other.
     "Oh, boy," Billy said. "Pancakes. I want about ten."
     "Me too," Marshall said.
     "Well, you'll start with two." She took them off the hot griddle and I
watched them disappear as I more delicately ate mine. They were
wonderful. I hadn't had them before.
     "Good morning everyone," Phil said as he walked into the room and
found his chair beside me. "How did you sleep, Sue? All right I hope."
     "Fine. Thank you."
     "Good. What are you and Molly going to do today?" I shrugged. I didn't
know.
     "We've got some shopping to do after the mall opens," Molly
said. "This young lady doesn't have anything of her own to wear."
     "That's okay," Billy said. "Then she'll wake me up like she did this
morning."
     Both Phil and Molly looked at me.
     "Oh, it's okay," Minni said. "She just woke him up wearing her bath
towel like I usually do in the morning. It never did anything for you
before," she said to Billy.
     "You don't look like Sue, dog breath," he said.
     "Yeah, well," Minni said with a grin.
     "Maybe you should wake the boys in the mornings, Minni. We don't want
their young minds to be too active this early in the day," Phil said.
     "Okay," she said. "The baseball bat like usual?"
     "That sounds like it's indicated," Molly said with a laugh.
     "I gotta go," Phil said. "Meeting right off the top." He held his tie
and kissed Minni on the cheek and then, surprisingly, turned his head and
kissed my cheek as well. I blushed. He kissed his wife on the lips and the
boys made noises until he stopped. "You guys have fun on your shopping
trip," he said as he went out the door.
     "Time for school, kids," Molly said and they all finished the last of
their pancakes and picked up their school books to leave.
     "Bye, Sue," the boys said before they pushed and shoved their way out
the front door.
     "You guys have fun," Minni said before she leaned over and kissed me
on the cheek with a knowing grin. "Bye, mom." She kissed her cheek too and
sedately walked out to follow the boys.
     I stood and gathered the plates.
     "You sit down and eat now, Molly," I said. "I'll do the dishes. Okay?"
     "Sure!" she said with a big smile. "I feel like the lady of the manor
and I didn't even have to ask."
     "I want to do what I can," I said.

                            Chapter 5

WE SAT AND she drank coffee while we talked until it was after 9 a.m. Then
we went to the car and drove to the mall. For the next three hours, we
shopped. I ended up with several sets of inexpensive underwear, several
skirts and blouses, two dresses, a couple of pairs of jeans and shorts,
tee-shirts, a halter top, a pair of sneakers, two pairs of moderate heels,
and three nightgowns like the one I'd worn the night before. I was happy
and thankful to her for doing it for me. She was just enjoying my
enthusiasm.
     Before we left the mall, she took me to a hairdresser who put a
permanent in my hair that gave it big gentle waves that cascaded around my
shoulders and neck. It felt wonderful.
     I finally got her to buy herself a sexy new nightgown "for Phil" and a
nice dress that was both shorter and tighter than she thought she should
wear but that looked great on her.
     When we got home to the quiet house, I got her to try on her new dress
with a garter belt, stockings, and patent high heels. It was great on her.
     As a sort of turnabout, she made me try on one of my new dresses,
letting me wear another of her garter belts and stockings with my new
shoes. This dress looked a little more "young girl" but it was still short
with a full skirt and a high neck. I tried it on with no bra to see if she
could tell.
     She enthused, as I had with her outfit, as she had me turn around to
look it over. It made me feel pretty.
     "Honey," she said. "Have you ever worn high heels?"
     "Just these," I said.
     "Do you want to try some?"
     "Sure!" I said, excited. She got a pair out of her closet and I put
them on before standing and trying to walk without shuffling my heels. They
changed my posture, throwing my hips forward and my chest out further as
well as changing the shape of my calves. It made me feel very adult.
     "Well," she said. "Maybe for a big date you could borrow them." I
bubbled with that promise. I hugged her and she hugged me back. "I guess
maybe that's enough dress-up," she said then. I turned back to Minni's room
and got her to unzip the dress for me. She stood with her arms crossed over
her chest as she watched me carefully hang up the dress.
     "Ooo," she said as I finished it. "That's a sexy outfit. Don't let
Billy see that!" I realized I was now wearing only the garter belt,
stockings and high heels.
     "Yeah," I said with a grin. "I better not. The way he liked getting
waked up in just my towel this morning." She laughed with me.
     "Oh, that reminds me," she said. "Phil asked me to do something. If
you don't mind too much."
     "What's that?" I asked innocently.
     "For some reason, it's important to him to know that you're still a
virgin." I nodded, remembering that. "Do you mind if I check? I know it's
. . ."
     "No," I said. "That's okay." I walked over to her and held my hands
behind me. She reached between my legs and pushed a finger into me a
little. It was pretty dry, though I'd been pretty turned on all during the
shopping trip, hair dresser, and trying on.
     "Here. Steady yourself by putting your hands on my shoulders. Then you
can spread your legs a little more so I won't hurt you." I did as I was
told, looking into her eyes as she looked down to see what she was
doing. My breasts are big enough that she was having trouble seeing around
them and couldn't find the entrance very well. Instead, inadvertently I
think, she had found my labia and ran her finger over my clitoris. I
moaned.
     "Oh, here, honey," she said in mild disgust. "Just lay down on the
edge of the bed so I can see what I'm doing."
     I backed up to Minni's bed and lay back, lifting one leg, bent at the
knee. Her finger slid a little way into me then as I watched her face. She
didn't look at all like she was examining really. She was getting excited
by this and so was I.
     "I don't feel . . ." She probed a little further but still
tentatively. To get it wet enough that her finger would slide further in,
she'd probed forward and back several times, gaining a little each time. I
bit my lip. It felt really good. Because of the position, her upper finger
was still rubbing against my clit and it was now swollen, I knew from the
feel of it.
     I felt her fingertip contact something inside me -- probably my
maidenhead.
     "Is that . . ." She probed around some more and I could see her
breathing harder. I was still looking at her eyes and mouth. The way she
was moving her tongue around, her mouth partially open. The soft look of
her eyes. "Yes," she said tentatively as her finger moved around inside
me. "That's it."
     My legs were now both up and widely spread to allow her the greatest
access. As if to make sure she was feeling the right thing, she continued
moving around inside me for a moment. Or maybe she didn't know what she was
doing.
     "Uhn!" I heard from myself. She heard it too and, her finger still
inside me, she looked into my eyes. Then she blushed. I knew about what she
was seeing now as I lay here on my back with my legs spread and her finger
inside me. I knew my face was a work of sensual art, the epitome of sexual
excitement reflected on it from deep within me.
     I lowered one leg slightly and took her other hand from where it had
been resting on my thigh. I pulled her toward me. When she leaned on that
arm, next to my head, I reached behind her and unzipped her new dress. It
slid down her arms far enough with the low-cut top that her breasts came
into view for me. I reached to her nipple and she moaned softly.
     "Sue," she began. "I'm sorry. We . . ."
     "You can't leave me like this, Molly. Please?" Now she pulled her
finger out of me where it had been frozen and I was afraid she was going to
leave. Instead, she shrugged the dress from her shoulders and lowered
herself onto the bed beside me, leaning on one elbow and looking into my
eyes.
     "No. I can't. And I can't leave myself like this either." I put my
hand around her full breast as she leaned forward and kissed me, her finger
returning to its inspection between my now well lubricated legs. "I've got
to taste you, Sue. I have to."
     Her mouth went to my breast, licking and sucking on my near nipple and
sending waves of wonderful feeling through my body. I squirmed my way up
onto the bed further as she kissed her way down my stomach. Then I knew
what she was going to do just before she did it. She kissed my clit as her
finger began to move up and down inside me.
     I saw the glistening moisture in the heavy brown hair between her legs
as she sucked on my clit and my body was racked by an orgasm. I curled my
body, turning onto my side slightly until I reached her. I could just reach
her clit as it came out of the folds of skin between her legs. My hand
moved on the inside of her thigh, spreading her stocking covered legs.
     I heard her moaning as she began to pump her center into my
mouth. Then her hand was on the back of my head, holding me to her. She
moved up and I felt her replace her finger in my cunt with her tongue. Then
she was sucking at my hole, gulping as I came and came wildly.
     My fingers plunged into her body, pulling it tighter to my mouth even
than before, moving so wildly and so fast I could hardly catch up with
her. Then she was coming too, her body frozen as it vibrated internally
against my moving mouth. Then, instead of holding me to her, she was
pushing me away as her climax passed and it became painful.
     She sucked very hard on my pussy, her chin rubbing my clit, and
everything seemed to go black. My body went wild.
     Then we were laying there panting for breath, my head on her thigh as
she lay twisted on the bed.
     "Am I a virgin?" I asked. She laughed.
     "You're a virgin. But you're a wonderful lover, too."
     "Thank you, Molly," I said, turning and kissing her hard on the
lips. "For everything."
                               ***
     As the other kids and I sat watching a TV program that night, I could
just hear Molly and Phil discussing me.
     "Yeah," Phil said. "She checks out just like she said. I had a couple
of friends in New York run her through their computers. She comes up clean;
no arrests. Nothing. She was in a city orphanage a couple of years ago that
was busted for their poor administration and several kinds of abuses."
     "It's amazing, in that situation and what she's been through, that
she's still a virgin," Molly said.
     "Yeah. And you're sure of that. If you've got any doubt, we probably
ought to take her to a doctor to make sure she doesn't have some disease."
     "No, I'm sure," she said. "She'll still need a physical this summer so
she can go to school next year. But it can wait."
     "Okay. If you're sure." He changed the subject. "She sure looks nice
in the clothes you got for her. You must have had fun."
     "Yeah," she said. "And you said you liked her hair that way, right?'
     "Uh huh. Very pretty. She's just a pretty little girl all around."
     "She's sweet, too," Molly added.
     "Maybe a little too adult. Too grown up."
     "No," she said. "She's just fine."
     "So what did you two do all day?"
     "What do you mean? We shopped all morning and part of the afternoon
with the hairdresser. Then we came home and tried some things on. I got a
couple of things you'll like, I think."
     "Yeah? Is it bedtime yet?"
     "About 15 minutes," she said with a laugh. I'd like to see his
reaction to her new nightie. I knew what the result was going to be. I was
sure that if I'd still had my dog senses, I could have told hours ago they
were going to have sex tonight. But now I was equally sure.
     "So what are we going to do with her, Molly?" I listened carefully.
     "Nothing. As far as I'm concerned, she can stay as long as she wants."
     "You think that's wise. I mean, I'm sure she learned some things on
the streets that Minni and the boys aren't ready to cope with."
     "Maybe they should be," she said. "After all, they may never be forced
to live on the streets, but they're growing up."
     "I just don't want them growing up faster than children are supposed
to. I want them to enjoy their childhood without worrying about the scum
that's out there in the streets."
     "Of course, but I don't think Sue is going to bring any of that into
the house."
     "You're probably right. But we ought to keep our eyes open for any
signs. You know?"
     "Of course."
     The television program ended and we all filed out to the kitchen to
kiss them goodnight. Then we went to our rooms. That night, Minni wanted to
reciprocate for what I'd done with her the night before. I enjoyed letting
her before we fell asleep in each others' arms.
                               ***
     Molly loaned me a swimsuit and we spent quite a lot of time in the
backyard during the next week getting a suntan. Nothing else happened with
her except the continuation of that comradeship we'd started that first
day.
     On the other hand, almost every night Minni and I made love to each
other -- warmly and sweetly -- before we went to sleep.
     Friday night Phil and Molly went out -- Molly dressed in her new dress
that Phil liked as much as I thought he would. Minni and I were left to
"babysit" with the boys. It started out innocently enough.
     Marshall grabbed my leg as I walked in front of him on the way back
from the kitchen.  I said, "Hey, no wrestling in the house."
     "Okay then," Marshall said. "Let's go outside in the back." Billy
added to the demand and Minni just grinned at my entrapment.
     "Okay. Let's go," I said and led the way until they broke past me at
the doorway. I hadn't worn shoes all day since Molly and I didn't leave the
house, and after my afternoon shower, I hadn't put on a bra or
panties. Just my shorts and a tank top.
     "You're bottom first," Marshall said. I got on all fours and he put
his arm around me.  This time his arm crossed my breasts. "Go," he said and
started madly tugging to pull me over toward him. I turned fast to escape
his hold on me and slipped out except that he held on to my shirt. It
pulled well away from my front as he held on and I tried to back away.
     Seeing that he was about to tear the new shirt and that the neck had
stretched out until my boobs were about to fall out, I moved back to him
and pushed him over to sit on him. The way he ducked, he ended up with his
chin between my breasts while I lay on top of him.  Actually, when I was
laying on him, they were on either side of his mouth. He started making
noises into my chest and squirming to get away before I realized I was
about to smother him.
     When I let him go, he was a little mad.
     "That's no fair," he grumbled. "You could have drowned me."
     "Smothered you," Minni said.
     "Whatever. And I couldn't do that to you if I wanted to." A little
embarrassed, I had to agree with him.
     "My turn now," Billy said.
     "Huh uh," I replied quickly. "I learned my lesson last time. Marshall
tires me out and then it's easy for you to get me."
     "But you didn't get tired," he said. "You just rolled over and
smothered him is all."
     "Oh, okay. Come on."
     "You're down again because you cheated with Marsh." I got back on all
fours. He wrapped his arm around me and, slightly longer than Marshall's,
it reached directly to my left breast. He cupped it. I moved it further up
onto my chest because I didn't want him grabbing on there.
     "Up there," I said. His mouth was at my ear. He whispered, "I liked it
there," and moved it back, squeezing it.
     "Now quit that," I said, moving his hand again. This time he left it
on my chest but as soon as I yelled "Go" he grabbed it again and almost
immobilized me. I couldn't turn out from under him with his hand
there. Instead, he held on and pushed me forward until my arms couldn't
hold me anymore and I fell forward onto my front with his trapped hand
under me.
     He moved around on top of me but I could tell, except for holding me
down, he wasn't really trying to turn me for a pin. He was just squeezing
and releasing my breast. And it was getting to me, too.
     "Billy," I said into the grass. "Uncle. Let me up."
     "Huh uh," he said.
     "Are you just going to hold me down like this forever?" I moaned,
unable to move anything but my legs.
     "Yeah," he grunted. "I like this."
     "I don't. I can't get loose. What do I have to do?"
     "Do?" he mumbled into my neck. I think he only just realized then that
he had me under his control. "Uh, show me," he said directly over my ear. I
knew only I could hear him.
     "Come on, guys," Marshall said somewhere near. "This is boring. Are
you just going to lay there?"
     "Show you?" I asked.
     "Yeah. What I'm holding on to. And anything else I want to see. Okay?"
     "Just show you?"
     "Yeah."
     "Okay. Now let me up."
     "You promise?"
     "Yeah, okay," I mumbled. "Where?"
     "Just follow my lead. Okay? I'll figure it out in a while. Okay?"
     "Yeah, yeah. Okay." He pulled his hand out from under me then and
rolled off.
     "I won," he yelled as he got off. "She said uncle."
     "It was still a boring wrestling match," Marshall said.
     "Whatever. I still won," Billy said again, flushed as I got up from
the grass.
     "I'm next," Marshall said then.
     "I'm too tired," I said and moved toward Minni. "You guys go ahead."
They quickly agreed and started their match standing up. I saw that they
put a lot more energy into it and were a lot rougher than when they
wrestled with me.
     Minni and I sat on the step watching as they wrestled. Finally, Billy
got Marshall down on his back and held him there no matter how Marshall
squirmed and writhed to get loose.
     Minni said, "Anybody for some hot chocolate?" The boys both hopped up
from the ground as Minni led the way to the kitchen. Inside the sliding
glass door, Billy looked at me meaningfully and said, "I'll be right
there," and turned into the hallway. Knowing I'd promised, I went to the
kitchen and a moment later went down the hallway alone.
     As I got even with the door to Minni's room, Billy whispered from the
door across the hall. "In here. Quick." I went into Phil and Molly's
bedroom and he shut the door behind us and turned on the lights.
     "You said you'd show me." I nodded. "So show me." Looking at the door
and knowing we couldn't be gone for long without someone else coming to see
where we were, I crossed my arms in front of me and pulled my tank top over
my head. "Yeah. That's neat." His eyes were about to bug out of his head as
he stared at my hardening nipples. "Boy, you have great tits!" he
whispered.
     "We've got to get back before they come for us," I said, picking up my
top again.
     "No, not yet. They won't even have the milk in the pan yet." His hand
almost leapt out to touch my nipple, making me cringe away from him.
     "They're sensitive. Be careful," I hissed.
     "Yeah, sure," he said slowing his reach and touching my nipple
softly. He rolled it as I stood there, embarrassed, letting him do it. "I
could make you show me the other part, too, if I wanted to. You promised
you'd let me see whatever I wanted."
     "We'll get caught and how will we explain that?" His finger and thumb
were still rolling my nipple and it was turning me on. His eyes never left
my breast.
     "Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you what," I didn't like the look
in his eyes. "In the morning, when you take your shower?"
     "Yeah."
     "You've got to come and wake me up. Okay?"
     "It's Saturday."
     "Yeah, I know. Marshall and everybody else will probably sleep
in. Just wake me up and I'll go in the bathroom with you when you take your
shower. So I can see the rest. Okay?"
     "Whatever you say," I said, shrugging like I didn't have a choice.
     "Okay. You can put on your shirt thing again." I did in a single
movement, seeing the swollen nipple showing through the material
plainly. "I've got to go to the bathroom. Maybe you could get a clean shirt
cause that one's dirty."
     He turned out the light and checked the hallway before moving to his
door and the bathroom. I went into Minni's and my room and got a clean
shirt as he'd suggested.
     I couldn't figure out why the thought of waking him in the morning to
show him myself made me so excited but I was still thinking about it as I
nodded off to sleep that night.

                            Chapter 6

AS IF BILLY'S demand had set an internal alarm, I was the first up the next
morning, moving away from Minni's sleeping form easily. She didn't even
move. Wearing my shortie nightgown and panties, my hair mussed from sleep,
I tiptoed into the bathroom, locked the door behind me, and turned the
light on.
     I moved quietly into the boys' room and shook Billy gently. He
groggily came out of sleep, as he usually did in the mornings when I woke
him, but his eyes quickly opened all the way.
     "Wow! You did it!" he said. I looked over at the other twin bed and
saw Marshall turn in his sleep. I held my finger up in front of my mouth
for silence and then turned to the bathroom. He edged his way out of bed
wearing only his shorts and white tee-shirt and followed me.
     I went all the way into the bathroom and turned at the door to our
room before I lifted my nightgown over my head. His eyes were huge as he
watched. I put my thumbs into the sides of my panties and pushed them down
my thighs and let them fall to the floor. His hand again immediately came
toward me -- this time to my front below the waist.
     "Careful now," I whispered, blocking his first advance.
     "Yeah, okay. I will." He looked as his fingers went into my pubic
hair, brushing across it and triggering little nerve explosions. "Wow!
You're beautiful, aren't you?" I just smiled.
     "I've got to see closer," he said as he got down on his knees in front
of me. I could see his hard little penis straining at his underpants. "Put
your foot up on the edge of the bathtub so I can see," he directed. I did
it and he leaned closer.
     His fingers went between my legs, tracing my labia as my wetness began
to open them to him.
     "You don't have any dick, do you?" he noted.
     "Sort of," I said. "It's a girl one. Little tiny. But it's there."
     "Really?" he said, looking for it now. He wasn't disappointed as my
clitoris hardened with his searches. "Yeah. There. I see it." His thumb and
finger found it then as they had my nipple the last night.
     "But I've got more," I said. "Look down a little ways and you'll see
my pussy."
     "None of the pictures I have show that part. Just the hair and
stuff. And the titties, you know?"
     "Well, it's there." I spread my labia for him until he could see it.
     "Yeah. I see." His finger found my hole then and delved into it. "It's
all wet. Did you wet yourself?"
     "Huh uh. That's supposed to be there. To make it easier for you to put
your finger in."
     "Oh," he said as he probed into me. "It smells funny, too."
     "Uh huh. But good, huh? It tastes good, too." I licked my lips in
anticipation.
     "Really?" He took his finger to his mouth and tasted. He shrugged.
     "It tastes better directly," I said. "Like if you lick it."
     "Really?" He tried it by licking rather crudely at my
pussy. "Yeah. It's okay."
     "It really feels good," I said.
     "Yeah?"
     "Uh huh. And you can put more than one finger inside me, too, if you
want to." This time he didn't say anything. He just put two fingers in my
pussy and, finding they fit okay, put three in. That stretched me a
little. Pleasantly. He moved them around inside me as he lapped at my
oozing come. "Lick there and on my little penis and I'll have an orgasm," I
whispered.  He mumbled against me and started licking harder. It took only
a minute before my climax washed through me.
     I stopped his moving head and pushed his hand out of me when it had
passed.
     "Thanks," I said. "That was neat." He stood up then, returning his
fingers to my nipples as he had the night before. He rolled and played with
them as he talked.
     "You have really neat stuff to play with," he said. "And lots of
different stuff, too. All I've got is my dick. That feels okay when I beat
off but I don't think it's the same."
     "Sort of," I said. "But maybe you don't have as many sensitive places
as I do. My turn now, okay?"
     I got down on my knees and pulled his underpants down. He blushed
wildly but he didn't move away. I ran my fingernails over the skin of his
penis until it was bounding up and down with each movement and he was
moaning lightly.
     Then I held his testicles in one hand and moved them around as I put
my other arm around his thigh. My mouth just naturally went over his hard
little dick. He groaned with the feeling of it. It wasn't full grown yet, I
knew, but it was fairly good sized.
     "Oh, wow!" he said as I sucked on it. Then I started moving it in and
out of my mouth, letting it contact the back of my mouth with each forward
thrust. It only took a minute before his body clenched and I tasted his
young come in my throat. Finally, after about a quart had been pumped into
my mouth, he stopped and it got tender. I just kissed it as it softened.
     "Wow, sis," he said. That was the first time he'd ever called me
that. "That felt great.  Was that how it felt when I did it to you?"
     "Sort of," I said. I knew exactly since I had been a male human and
knew the female feelings were much more intense and long lasting.
     I stood up again, letting him put his hands on my hips and hold me to
his body. I was a couple of inches taller than he was still and felt his
bony little shoulders on my breasts. I held him tight for quite a while
before he let me go.
     "Just in case, I better go to the bathroom and then I'll go back to
bed so you can take your shower." I nodded, hugging him again.
     "Thanks for what you did to me. And Billy?" He looked at me
then. "Thanks for calling me sis. I like that."
     "No problem, sis," he said with a grin.
                               ***
     The next Friday, Minni went to her eighth grade prom and Phil and
Molly went out to dinner and a movie, leaving the boys and me alone. It was
really a little uncomfortable since we just watched TV but every time
Marshall went to the bathroom or went for a glass of milk or anything,
Billy put his hand between my legs and started rubbing me.
     I was scared to death Marshall was going to catch us. And then it
happened.
     Marshall was laying on the floor watching the show and Billy secretly
reached up and tweaked my nipple. I gasped and Marshall turned around and
looked at us.
     "Hey, you guys," he said. "You know I watched you two last weekend. I
saw what you did." It sounded like he didn't approve.
     "So what?" Billy said. I just wondered what the little boy had thought
of that sight and exactly what he'd seen.
     "So unless I get to do stuff too, I'm telling."
     "What stuff?" Billy said sarcastically.
     "Stuff like you were doing. Kissing each other and looking at
everything with your clothes off. You know."
     Billy looked at me for guidance but I didn't know what to do.
     "What do you mean, Marshall?" I asked.
     "I want you to kiss my peepee, too," he said. "And let me kiss yours,
too. Like Billy did." He was jealous.
     "You're too little," Billy said dismissively.
     "Am not!" Marshall protested. "I can do anything you can!"
     "Okay, okay," I said then to stop the dissent. "What do you want?"
     "I told you," he said. "I want to see you like Billy did. With no
clothes." I squirmed nervously. I didn't really like the fact that Billy
had looked at me and that, now, he kept touching me at totally
inappropriate times and in inappropriate locations. How much worse would it
be if Marshall joined in?
     "I don't think you should, Marshall," I said. "It's not good. Really."
     "Well, I think it would be," he said with a frown. "Anything Billy
gets to do, I get to do too." He was adamant.
     "It's only fair," Billy said beside me. "So what do you want?" he said
to his brother.
     I could see that he didn't know what he wanted in practical
terms. Then he seemed to make a decision.
     "Come down here on the floor with me." Billy stood up and reached for
my hand, almost pulling me to my feet. He led me to a spot near Marshall
and then sat down cross- legged on the floor next to his smiling
brother. With a sigh, I sat down beside them.
     "First, take your shirt off, like you did for Billy." I hadn't really
done that but I knew what he meant. I crossed my arms in front of me,
grabbed the hem of my tanktop, and pulled it off over my head. I wore
nothing under it. His eyes got big as he looked at my naked chest.  "Neat!"
     Immediately, his hands went to my breasts, touching the soft mounds
and pressing against them.
     "They're different than my chest," he said. "Softer. And those
things," he was pointing to my nipples, "are a bunch bigger than mine."
They were getting hard from the cooler room air and the close scrutiny of
the two boys.
     "So what are you going to do?" Billy said, disgruntled.
     "Just hang on. I'm getting there," the younger boy said. "Is it okay
if I touch you?" he asked me softly. I nodded. I leaned back on my arms,
crossing my legs in front of me and hoping this was all the further he
wanted to go.
     He moved one hand to my nipple as he scrunched closer to me, the TV
ignored now.  He inspected and turned and twisted it, smiling when I would
let out a little noise in reaction to his manipulations.
     "Does it feel good?" he asked.
     "Of course it does, silly," Billy said. He seemed as rapt as Marshall.
     "I wasn't asking you," he said to his brother with a frown.
     Chastised, Billy added, "If you do that enough, she has a orgasm."
Marshall's fingers never stopped their manipulation and his eyes never
wavered from my chest but he still spoke.
     "What's a orgasm?"
     "That's when it feels really good for her and she sort of gets real
wild and excited."
     "Yeah?" Marshall said. He looked into my eyes.
     "You like that?" he asked. I nodded, biting my lower lip. "I still
want to see the rest." I drew in my breath. I was hoping this wouldn't
happen. "Take off your pants, too, Sue." I saw from his look and the
removal of his hand from my nipple that I had little choice.
     I undid the button and unzipped my shorts. I lifted myself to push
them down off my hips. Rolling and squirming, I got them down onto my
thighs before Billy grabbed them and pulled them the rest of the way down.
     "This is neat," Billy sighed. "She's got interesting stuff different
than us." He couldn't help leading his brother.
     "Yeah? Okay. Well, let me see." Reluctantly, I spread my legs, still
holding myself up on my arms. "No. Lay down so I can see better." I did,
spreading my legs a little as he lowered his face to my middle.
     "Look," Billy said as the guide. "She's got this sort of loose skin
stuff but it opens up.  See?" He was holding me open.
     "I'm looking," Marshall said, brushing his hands away.
     "Okay," Billy said. "But you'll never find her little penis thing if
you don't know where to look."
     "Okay, so show me where it is then. But I get to do the touching and
stuff."
     "Whatever." Billy spread my labia again and pointed out the little
nubbin of my clitoris.
     "That's nothing," Marshall said. "Just some skin or something."
     "Yeah? Well, try rubbing it for a second. Then it gets a bunch bigger
and she really likes that." Upset that he was being led again by his more
knowledgeable brother, he still put his finger on my clit and started
rubbing. He was surprised when I reacted to the manipulation.  "That's the
part she really likes you to lick," Billy added. Marshall just continued to
rub it until I was starting to go crazy. Then he stopped.
     "No!" I said. "You can't stop now! Please!"
     "See?" Billy said.
     "You really like to have it licked?" Marshall asked. I nodded
breathlessly. "Okay then."
     His mouth dropped to my middle, his tongue wildly, unreserved, started
lapping at my clit. I dropped my head back to intensify the feeling of it
until I felt my orgasm overwhelm me.
     "Hey, neat!" Marshall said then, leaving me just before I was
finished. It left a needful itch. "What else?" he asked his brother, now
apparently resolved to follow his big brother's advice as he hadn't before.
     "Do here," Billy pointed out. "She's got a hole and you can put your
whole finger in it.  Or even more than one finger."
     "Yeah?" Marshall said, looking closely. "It looks like a butt hole."
     "Sort of but different. It's not smelly or anything. I mean the same
way anyway. It smells but it smells sort of good. And not only that but wet
stuff comes out of it."
     "Really?" Marshall put a finger tentatively into my pussy and I spread
my legs to give him access without hurting me.
     "It tastes pretty good, too," Billy added. Marshall had added a finger
and then another.  His smaller fingers didn't hurt or spread me like
Billy's larger ones. "Jeez," Billy said as he watched Marshall bunch all
four fingers and push into me.
     "How big is it?" Marshall asked and pushed inward. That was quite a
lot to take.  Again I threw my head back and moaned. "She likes that too,
huh?"
     "Yeah," Billy said, distracted watching Marshall's hand in me. He
seemed determined now to get it all inside me as he twisted and turned it.
     "Careful! Careful, don't hurt me," I moaned as he pushed his hand into
me.
     "Jeez!" Billy moaned. "You can get your whole hand inside her. I
didn't know it was that big!" I could feel his fingers exploring my insides
as I reacted by raising and lowering my leg to the feelings he was
imparting.
     "Go in and out, Marsh," Billy urged and the younger boy began doing
it. My middle was pumping up and down with the feelings he was building in
me as he pushed into me and pulled back. "Wow! Neat!"
     "Does that hurt, Sue?" Marshall asked, awe in his voice.
     "No!" I hissed. "Don't stop!" He did it some more, a little faster and
my orgasm -- one like I'd never felt -- took over my entire body. This time
I climaxed completely and for a long time before it finally passed and my
body relaxed again. He pulled his hand out of me.
     "Was that good?" he asked from over me. I smiled up at him. "Yes," I
said. "That was really good."
     "Better than when Billy did it?"
     "Different," I said. "Really good."
     "Does that mean that you'll kiss my peepee like you did Billy's?"
     "Uh huh," I moaned.
     Before I'd gotten my eyes to properly focus, I knew that he was laying
beside me on the floor with his pants down around his ankles. I turned over
on top of him, lowered my mouth to his tiny hairless cock, and sucked him
until he had a climax. He didn't produce any semen yet but he still had all
the right feelings and I was happy that he'd enjoyed it.
     When I'd finished and Marshall was laying there trying to get his
breath back, I saw that Billy was beside him with his bigger cock out in
his hand. I moved to him and in four long, sucking strokes, he came in my
mouth.
     I was dressed and sitting on the couch before either one of them moved
much.

                            Chapter 7

MARSHALL WAS ASLEEP with his head on my shoulder and Billy was watching
television and absently playing with me under my opened shorts when we
heard the key in the door.  Billy jerked his hand out of my shorts and I
quickly zipped and buttoned them before Molly and Phil walked into the
room.
     "How was your night, kids?" Molly said. Phil was standing behind her,
stroking her upper arm and smiling at us. There wasn't much doubt what was
on his mind.
     "Good," I said, smiling.
     "Great!" Billy said.
     "What'd you do?" she asked.
     "Nothing," Billy said guiltily.
     "Wrestled for a while and watched TV," I said. "That's about all."
     "Wrestled in the backyard, I hope," she said.
     "Sure," I answered.
     "Is Minni home yet?"
     "Not yet." She turned a little to Phil.
     "I guess we should wait up for her," she said.
     "That's okay," I said. "I'll wait for her. It's in the middle of the
movie anyway and I want to see the end."
     "It's looks like you have one tired boy," Phil said.
     "Yeah, he fell asleep a while ago."
     "I'll take him to bed," he said coming over and easily picking him up
in his arms lovingly. He went down the hallway to the bedroom.
     "If you'll be okay, we'll go ahead to bed then. Billy?" she said. "You
probably ought to go to bed, too."
     "You should," I added. "There's always tomorrow." He knew what I meant
and that it wouldn't be such a good idea to touch me as he had been with
his parents in the next room.
     "Yeah, I guess so," he said. He got up and stretched before leaning
back to me and kissing my cheek. "G'night, sis."
     "Night, Billy." I watched him almost stagger down the hallway with his
tiredness.
     Molly came and sat down beside me on the couch. I hoped she wouldn't
smell my musky woman's smells though I couldn't see how she could
not. Billy's fingers between my legs had been having an effect.
     She sat poised on the edge of the seat near me, her legs turned toward
me.
     "You sure have a way with the boys," she said. I didn't say, "You
don't know the half of it." Instead I just nodded.
     "They're good boys."
     "I know, but you're particularly good with them. Better than any
babysitter we've ever had by a long way."
     "Thanks," I said, sincerely happy with the praise.
     "You're good with Phil and I, too," she said, her hand squeezing my
wrist in a friendly way. "I'm glad you're here."
     "I'm glad to be here, too."
     "Is it going to bother you too much to wait up for Minni?"
     "No. Even if I went to bed, I'd still wait up for her. Read or
something. But I really want to see the end of the movie so it's okay."
     "Okay. If you're sure."
     "I'm sure." She got up and started out of the room, stopping before
she went into the hallway. "Good night, Sue."
     "Good night, Molly. Kiss Phil for me too, okay?" I grinned and she
blushed.
     "I will." She did a girlish little shoulder shrug around her smile. I
knew what they were going to be doing for the next hour or so. She hadn't
been able to smell my musk over her own that still hung in the air around
where she had been sitting.
                               *** I watched the end of the movie and the
beginning of the next one before I heard the key in the front door and
Minni sneaking in as quietly as she could. I went to the foyer and grinned
as she turned, her high heels in her hand, creeping toward our room.
     "Hi Minni," I said and she almost jumped out of her skin. Then she
grinned sheepishly.
     "Are mom and dad up?" she whispered.
     "Huh uh. They went to bed about an hour ago."
     "You're all alone?"
     "Yeah." Still creeping on tiptoe, she came to me and followed when I
turned back into the family room. She sat down real close to me on the
couch. "How was your prom?"
     "Great!" she whispered and blushed brightly through her broad
smile. "I've got to tell you."
     "So tell me." Her barely contained excitement was palpable. She looked
around at the hallway as if to make sure her parents weren't standing in
the doorway before she started.
     "Well, the dance was pretty neat. It was decorated real nice for a gym
and all and the music was nice. Paul doesn't dance too well, but that's
okay."
     "So what has you so excited?"
     "Well," she began looking over her shoulder again. "Paul's big brother
-- I think he's 17 or something -- picked us up after the dance. He had his
girlfriend with him. And instead of taking us right home, he drove out to
Miller's woods and parked.
     "They were in the front seat, of course, and we were in the
back. Paul's brother started to kiss his girlfriend after we got there and
Paul kissed me. Then pretty soon, he was playing with my titties. He did
that for a long time and I was getting really hot. That's what he calls it.
     "Then, all of a sudden, Paul's brother opens the door and they get
out. He turns around and says, 'You kids have a good time,' and then goes
to the trunk. I could just see him pull a blanket out of the trunk and shut
it. Then they went off into the trees somewhere.
     "Paul smiled at me and unzipped the back of my dress. Then her started
kissing me again and playing with my titties. Right on my skin. Pretty
soon, he was sucking on my nipples and playing with them with his
fingers. It felt so good! You can't believe it, Sue!"
     I nodded and smiled with her. She was starry- eyed.
     "Anyway, then I decided that I ought to play with him a little too and
put my hand in his lap and squeezed and rubbed him. He's really big there!
So he was still sucking on my nipple but his other hand pulled my skirt up
and he put his hand right inside my panties!" She was gigglingly excited
now.
     "After about a minute, he made me come with his finger and that
excited him so much that he did too. Right in his pants. It made them all
wet on the front and stuff. He thanked me and I thanked him for doing me
and all of a sudden the door of the car opened again.
     "I grabbed for the top of my dress real fast and his brother and his
girlfriend got back in the car. He said, 'Okay that's all you get kids,'
and started up the car. Paul helped me zip up my dress without them seeing.
     "We stood out on the front porch for quite a while kissing until we
were afraid his brother was going to beep the horn and wake everybody
up. Then I came it."
     "You liked it? Having him play with you?"
     "Sure, yeah!" she bubbled. She hadn't quite figured out that she and I
actually did more than that in bed most nights. She looked over her
shoulder again. "You can't believe how neat it is, Sue. Doing it with a guy
is totally different than with us."
     I nodded and smiled. Of course it was.
     "I don't know how to say it. It's like he takes over your body and you
can't do anything but go along. You know?"
     "Did you want him to make love to you?"
     "Sort of," she said. "He said he wanted to 'fuck' me so bad he
couldn't stand it. But we were both afraid that if we did anything that
showed, you know, took our clothes off or anything, his brother and his
girlfriend would come back and catch us. We didn't want that."
     "Yeah. That's good."
     "Besides, he said he didn't have a condom and he wouldn't do it
without one."
     "That's good," I said.
     I sat with her for the next half hour as she relived the experience in
detail and came down off the high she'd been on. Finally, she calmed down
enough that we could go to bed.  We slept in each others' arms as usual.
                               ***
     We woke at the same time, about 10 o'clock, hearing stirrings in the
house. After showers, we put on skirts and blouses and our low heeled shoes
but nothing else -- both of us feeling sinful and sexy with no stockings
and no underwear. I didn't think it showed or that anyone would even notice
until I went into the kitchen and Phil looked up at me, then down at the
front of my blouse, and back into my eyes with a knowing grin.
     The boys were already up and outside somewhere playing. We ate
breakfast and talked before Minni suggested going to the mall for a
while. We were both broke, so shopping wasn't the reason. I knew that a lot
of the kids spent weekends at the mall -- mostly seeing other kids and
being seen. Besides, as Minni said, shopping didn't necessarily mean buying
stuff.
     Phil gave us a ride and said he'd pick us back up at five unless we
called. Then he gave me $20 for babysitting the night before while they
went out. At least, I thought, we'd have money for drinks. We went into the
mall after I'd wished Phil luck. He knew what I meant as he returned home
to his wife and no kids, a big smile on his face.
     It seemed like Minni knew all the kids in the mall, saying hello or
talking to everyone.  Of course, she introduced me to everyone as well and
pretty soon, I sort of knew many of the kids as well. She filled me in on
who the "soces" were and didn't bother to say hello to them since we would
only be ignored anyway. She also pointed out the little group of four guys
in black leather with their girls in tee-shirts and tight bike shorts. They
looked tough and Minni didn't like them.
     A couple of boys, pimples on their faces and glasses, tried to talk to
us as we passed the computer store but Minni brushed past them. "Nerds,"
she explained. I didn't like all these fake separations between the kids
and vowed that I'd talk to anyone.
     Of course, our first stop was one of the several fast food places,
getting nachos and Cokes and chattering with each other and some other kids
who joined us. Then Minni led me off to shop.
     "I gotta show you," she said as she led me into Frederick's of
Hollywood. The salesgirl, very sexily dressed and made up, just smiled as
Minni showed me crotchless panties, bras with holes for the nipples to show
through, filmy nightgowns, garters, patterned nylons, very short tight
skirts only about 10-inches from waist to hem, see-through blouses, and all
sorts of other stuff.
     "You can try the skirts and blouses on if you want," the salesgirl
said. "They don't want you to try on the underwear though."
     "Oh, that's okay," Minni said. "We're just looking. We can't afford
anything and our parents would kill us if we did get anything."
     "I know what you mean," she said. "Before I left home, my mom wouldn't
even let me wear lipstick. Now I'm wearing spike heels and short skirts and
see-through blouses ever day for work. Some world, huh?"
     Though she was nice, I thought that her skinny hips and almost flat
chest were little advertisement for the merchandise. Too much heavy makeup
made her look worse than if she hadn't worn any at all, I was sure.
     "Do you get a lot of dates?" I asked.
     "Yeah. Confidentially, this stuff is great. I get laid two or three
times a week. You ought to try it. You got a great set of tits."
     We went on to Deb's, a young girl's clothing store, and tried on all
sorts of clothes before telling the poor salesgirl that we couldn't afford
anything right now.
     We went into a shoe store and tried on almost every pair of shoes our
size that had high heels before we told the smiling shoe salesman we
couldn't afford any right now but we'd come back again. Even though he'd
enjoyed trying to look up our skirts while he helped us with shoes, he was
still a little bent out of shape by our not buying anything.
     We stopped once and talked to some girls Minni knew. None of them knew
me so I was sort of ignored. While I was looking around, I saw the guys in
the leather jackets staring at me. I sort of ignored them but then I was
standing there, just waiting for Minni, when one came up close to me,
putting his hand on the back of my skirt. He leaned close to my ear.
     "I'd love to put my pork between your legs," he whispered into my
ear. I just shook my head. I knew what he meant, of course, but I wasn't
interested. "If you let me fuck you, I'd pull your nipples until you
came. I'd even chew on your asshole. I'll bet it's as sweet tasting as you
look."
     "It is," I said with a smile. "But I'm not interested." I think he
expected me to be outraged and was surprised. After a moment of just
looking at me, trying to figure me out, his hand went to my bottom and
squeezed. I lifted his hand off me and said, "No thanks." He laughed and
swaggered back to his friends. They all laughed when he told them what I'd
said.
     About three, Paul, Minni's date the night before, and three of his
friends showed up.  He put his arm around her shoulders possessively as she
got strange, giggling and bouncing twice as much as she usually does. From
then, they went everywhere locked at the hips, her finger wrapped in a belt
loop at the back of his jeans.
     Two of his friends, on the other hand, were almost obnoxious. They
were trying much too hard to impress me and the other four or five
girls. Getting nowhere with me, they finally put all their efforts into
impressing the other girls. It seemed to work in varying degrees.
     I noticed that one of his friends was not interested in the interplay
between the guys and girls, just leaning on the rail over the lower floor
of the mall. I found him much more interesting than the other two and
gravitated toward him.
     Like all the boys in the mall, he was wearing jeans and a
tee-shirt. His had an almost phosphorescent wolf on a black background. He
had a nasty zit on his cheek near his mouth but otherwise seemed very
nice. He wasn't overly big, though a little taller than his friends. He
looked strong but not overly muscular. His face was nice in a thoughtful
sort of way and he had thick blond hair parted in the middle, just long
enough without being shaggy.
     "What are you looking at?" I said as I looked over the railing next to
him. He turned to me with a still serious look on his face.
     "Just people," he said. "They can be so weird."
     "Yeah, I know," I agreed. He didn't turn to his friends but I knew he
was talking about them when he spoke again.
     "Like this group. The guys are really good guys when we're alone. But
as soon as they see a couple of girls, they go crazy and act like
assholes."
     "The girls, too."
     "Yeah, I suppose."
     "They're normally fairly intelligent but they sure seem dumb now,
don't they?"
     "Yeah," he said, looking at them and then back at me. "But you're
different, aren't you?"
     "I hope so." We watched the passing parade below us for quite a while,
neither of us saying anything.
     "Do you like books?" he said.
     "Yeah. A lot," I answered.
     "You want to look at the bookstore?"
     "Sure."
     He pushed himself away from the rail and turned behind me. I fell in
beside him. He had his hands stuck in the back of his jeans as he
walked. Peripherally, I noticed we were walking straight toward the people
in leather coats and wasn't too surprised when the one who'd approached me
turned and said, "Remember what I could do for your asshole."
     The guy with me froze between steps and slowly turned. His hands still
in the back of his pants, he turned to the boy.
     "What did you say?" he asked.
     "I said . . ." He interrupted him.
     "I don't want to hear anything from you again," he said.
     "Yeah well, fuck you. I'll fuck your girlfriend there."
     I didn't even see his hands move but I saw the other boy step back
holding his nose.
     "Hey, man! I think you broke my nose." When my new friend took a step
toward him, his hands back in the back of his jeans, the other boy backed
up to the rail.
     "If you ever say anything again within my hearing or where she can
hear you, I'll break something that'll take longer to heal than your
nose. Got that?"
     He turned and walked beside me then without comment. I was impressed.
     "What's your name?" I asked.
     "Will," he said. "Willard but don't tell anybody." I grinned.
     "Thanks, Will. I'm Sue."
     He looked into my eyes and grinned at my smile. "Nice to meet you,
Sue."
     "I'm impressed," I added.
     "What?" I looked back slightly. "That? I just slapped him. He's lucky
I wasn't mad." I laughed.

                            Chapter 8

WE WENT TO the biggest of the bookstores in the mall and spent the next two
hours happily looking. Able to afford only one book, I looked very
carefully before spending the last of my money. The book I really wanted
was an encyclopedic zoology. Unfortunately, this massive book cost $80.
     I settled for a comparatively lightweight fantasy novel that sounded
like my own situation. When I rejoined Will, I noticed that, along with
three or four other books, he had also picked out the novel.
     "Maybe we ought to team up," he said. "Find something else and I'll
loan you this book."
     I noticed that he also had a book on human sexuality, a pop psychology
book, and another fantasy novel. I took the book back and chose, instead,
the other book that I had been forced to choose between. I paid for my
purchase and joined Will in the center walk of the mall for the walk back
down to where I'd left Minni.
     Will gave me the book in return for my address so he could get it back
later. We agreed we would see each other again.
                               ***
     During the next few days, I spent my time sitting in the sun to
continue improving my tan and reading the book. I couldn't help wonder if I
was the only being in the world like myself, the story was so close to my
own experiences.
     In the story, the only difference was that the lead character was
almost always a man -- rather than an animal -- and expended his energy in
the pursuit of "right."
     The main plot concerned the main character saving the world during
World War II by arranging the execution of Field Marshall Rommel for
treason so he couldn't lend his amazing talents to Hitler's cause. It
sounded more than plausible to me though I had been a whale and deep in the
oceans during World War II. As a male whale, I had helped on two occasions
to prevent bloodshed by sinking Japanese submarines. No place on earth had
been exempted from World War II's exhibition of evil and its countering
good.
     As in all good novels, the plot involved much more than the main
theme. There was also a rousing romance, graphically culminated, and
several smaller subplots that fleshed it out and made it seem more real.
     It was late afternoon on one of those early summer days that I found
myself watching Phil mowing the lawn. As he finished, sitting down sweaty
in cutoffs and old sneakers, I noticed no one else was around.
     "Where is everyone?" I said.
     "All over," he answered, rubbing the sweat off his chest with his
tee-shirt. "The boys are on the camping trip with the scouts, as you
know. Minni and Molly went to one of Minni's cousins' wedding shower. I'm
sorry they didn't ask but they didn't think you'd want to go."
     "They were right," I said wrinkling my nose at the thought.
     "Well, excuse me," he said and got up from the chair to go into the
house. "I need a shower."
     "Yeah, me too," I said. The sun was nearing the horizon now and it was
getting a little chilly.
     "We could save water and shower together," he said kidding.
     "Yeah, we could," I said. I was kidding but his face changed. He
stopped in his tracks and looked at me.
     "Could we really?" he asked. I sort of shrugged. I'd thought about him
several times in the month I'd been here. But I knew that we shouldn't.
     "I guess I should take mine in here and you in there," I said. He
nodded and ducked into his bedroom. I did the same thing, pushing the door
closed behind me. I didn't notice that it didn't latch and, when I turned
my back to it to take off my bikini, it edged back open. I also didn't see
him watching from his room as I did it.
     I walked into the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature before
getting into the tub and pulling the shower curtain across. As the warm
water started to cascade over my body, I heard his voice from just on the
other side of the curtain.
     "Sue, I changed my mind. I think we should save water," he said. I
pushed the curtain back a little and looked out. He had his sneakers off
but his cutoffs still on. As I watched, he unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed
them off. The cutoffs released his cock that, only partially hard, hung
down his leg, long and thick. "Tell me to go away, Sue, and I will," he
said.
     "No," I said. "Wash my back." He smiled though he seemed a little
ashamed of himself. He stepped into the tub.
     I handed him the washcloth and he found the soap. Soaping the cloth
vigorously, he put his covered hand on my back and rubbed it roughly. He
continued down my sides and then across my buttocks and down each leg as I
stood there enjoying it.
     Then his arms came around me from behind, the washcloth rubbing my
chest before moving to my breasts. He moved the cloth down onto my stomach
but his other hand stayed on my breasts, rubbing the soapy slipperiness
across them. Still rubbing my breasts, the cloth covered fingers moved
between my legs, making me spread them, and began rubbing up and down.
     I could only stand a few minutes of that before I came for him. I
could feel his hardness pressing up on the bottom of my buttocks.
     I took the cloth and soap away from him and soaped his hairy chest and
shoulders as he rested his hand on my hip, looking down at me as the soap
washed off my breasts.
     "Phil, why did you want to know if I was a virgin?" I asked. He
grunted as my cloth covered hand went between his legs.
     "I wanted to make sure you didn't bring a lot of bad things, ideas and
learned habits, with you," he said.
     "But you wouldn't mind taking my virginity, would you?" I asked. He
grunted and his cock hardened unbelievably in my hand.
     "Would you want that?" he asked.
     "Yes. I don't know anyone else I'd want to give it to." He grunted as
I moved my hand on him.
     "Here?" he whispered.
     "No. Come here," I said putting the washcloth and soap down and
rinsing both of us off in the water stream. I stepped out of the tub and
reached back for his hand. Then I walked into Minni's room and pulled a
pillow out from under the bedspread and put it in the middle of the bed. I
turned to him and stood up on my tiptoes to kiss him. I felt him hard
against my stomach as he held my arms.
     "Take me, Phil. Make me a woman," I sighed before he enfolded me in
his arms and kissed me hard.
     Strong, he lifted me as he had Marshall that night and laid me down on
the bed, my bottom on the pillow. He looked down at me, a hitch in his
breath, and climbed onto the bed.  He was very long and big around.
     "Don't do anything but put it inside me, Phil. I want it and I'm ready
for you," I said, knowing it was the truth. I was drooling lubrication just
in anticipation. I was afraid if he slowed to kiss my nipples or anything
else, I would come again and soak the pillowcase. I lowered my near leg to
the bed and raised the other, bending it at the knee, beckoning him.
     He almost fell onto me, his desire was so high. He held himself up on
one arm and carefully aimed between my legs. As he found the spot, I lifted
both feet to his hips. He pressed forward very slowly then moved a little
back. I could feel my juices wetting him. He pressed forward and opened
me. When he moved back again, it was a loss I hated.
     He pressed forward again and I felt myself open to him again, my mouth
opening with the thought of a scream but it was just on the edge of pain,
not there yet. He pressed forward further and I felt myself engulfing
him. He sighed heavily as if his cock were pressing his air out of him
instead of me.
     Each inch he pressed into me, my back arched another inch until I was
bowed onto my shoulders and he was pressed against my maidenhead. He
explored it with gentle probes.
     "Are you sure, Sue?" he said. In answer, I wrapped my legs around his
butt and pulled them tight. There was nearly nothing he could do to resist
me. With a sharp pain that elicited my little scream, he broke through. He
gurgled deep in his throat with the hot feeling of it and fell further into
me.
     I thought he would never stop moving into me, my mouth opening wider
with each inch of him until he hit my cervix an