Sexchange Student: James

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SEXCHANGE STUDENT: JAMES

by Willie B Florida
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James squeezed his way between knees and backpacks, gave a lackluster high five to his friend Darius, nodded at the driver and jumped down the last step of the school bus. He swung his backpack and jacket over his shoulder and walked the half block to home. He let himself in downstairs and with a sudden burst of energy took the steps two by two all the way to the third floor. He paused in front of the door to the apartment, then put the key in the lock and opened it.

He looked into the kitchen and as expected saw his sister Kathy hunched over her homework at the kitchen table. He pushed his left sneaker off with his right, and his right sneaker off with his left foot, pushed his socks off and left them lying in the middle of the floor. He dropped his backpack on the floor next to them and headed back to his room. He nudged the door to his room open and stood there staring at the bed. Once again it was empty. He felt the disappointment as painfully as a punch to the belly and for a moment his vision blacked. The familiar swimming in his head began but he blinked his eyes rapidly and willed it away. He undid the clasp on his pants and pulled them off. He was in rebellion against underwear, but used the underpants his mother bought him to clean up after jacking off so that she would think he was wearing them to school. He unbuttoned his shirt, dropped it into the dirty clothes hamper by the door and considered having a quick session with his dick. Hunger pangs won out and in a fit of daring he walked back to the kitchen in the nude.

It wasn't as if Kathy hadn't seen him naked before. Their family was easy going about casual nudity, but leaving the bathroom door open while showering or changing in front of one another was the usual extent of it. When they'd been younger James and Kathy had often run around the apartment naked. But lately Kathy had shrouded herself in full length jeans, long sleeved black tops and layers of overgarments. She sat at the table now in one of her black blouses with flounced sleeves and a lacy baby-doll dress over it. A blue silk scarf was wrapped around her neck. She wore eyeliner, but no other makeup. Her long black hair cascaded around her shoulders and upper body. She smiled at James.

"Have a good time after school?"

James shrugged. He felt especially naked in contrast to his fully dressed sister. His body was changing, too, making him self conscious. Hair was growing around his penis, his balls felt bigger. He hoped his penis would get bigger, but was suddenly aware that he might actually get an erection. He turned and opened the refrigerator.

"Cute buns, bro," his sister teased. He wagged his ass at her and reached into the 'fridge for a raspberry yogurt.

He sat at the table, put his right foot up on the chair and let his penis hang down. He ripped open the yogurt and began spooning it into his face. Kathy continued with her homework and the two exchanged idle gossip about school. The sound of a key in the front door sent James into alarm.

"Shit, they're never home 'til like 8 o'clock." James stood up, his naked body poised for flight like a deer in the headlights.

Kathy laughed.

Their mother walked into the entry way and James yawned and stretched.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Kathy," he said in an overly casual voice, "I was just heading for a shower. You know, after school sports and all."

He passed by his mother and headed to the bathroom. "I was just getting undressed for a shower," he added unnecessarily. His mother came into the kitchen and flashed a smirk at Kathy, who turned her attention back to her textbook.

• • •

James woke up and yawned. He stretched his naked body and felt the delicious sensation of soft sheets, sunlight and spring air. The door to the balcony of their third floor apartment was open and the midmorning breeze wafted through the room. Without need for conscious thought his hand reached for his morning erection and he began to jack off, at first slowly and then with increasing urgency. Sperm flew across his body and splattered the sheet. He lay back in reverie and began a second session, but changed his mind and got up and went across the hall to pee. He knew no one was home, having heard his parents and sister leave earlier. He loved Saturday mornings. His sister had a music lesson at the ungodly hour of 8:30 and his parents usually took the opportunity to drop her off and enjoy a coffee and pastry at the Saturday farmer's market before picking her back up. James got to sleep in and the house to himself. He peed into the bathtub, an arc of liquid jetting out from his still erect penis and splattering into the tub. Still covered in sperm he wandered through the apartment and into the kitchen where he made himself a sunny-side up egg, toast and a bowl of cereal with a banana and raisins. He washed it all down with a full glass of milk and went into the living room. A Persian carpet nearly too large for the room stretched from one wall to the other. His mother's taste in furniture was a now out of date version of 1960s modern. Square vinyl pillows, squared off couch of the same vinyl material, two potted palms, an ancient radio and over it all a huge oval plastic light fixture. Other than the muted natural grays, whites, blacks and browns of the hand-knotted carpet the whole thing was simply hideous, at least to James' way of thinking. He lay on his back in the center of the room, looked up at the 60s version of futuristic alien saucer light fixture and put himself wholeheartedly into an extended masturbation session. While one hand played with his erection he let the other wander across his chest, belly and thighs. He sped up and slowed down and then put himself into it for the final blast, lifting himself off the floor, head and toes holding him to the ground while his blurred hand and upright penis pulled him up closer and closer to the white saucer on the ceiling. He let himself blast off, sperm shooting straight up and raining down around him. Slowly he lowered himself back onto the floor and lay gasping in post-orgasmic release. He rolled over, worked the sperm into the wool carpet fibers and wandered back through the house. It really was unfair, he thought. His parents should have arranged to have a girlfriend for him.

It wasn't that he didn't have friends. He was liked well enough at school. He had plenty of friends that were girls. But he was considered a nice guy, considerate, understanding. The kind of boy a girl could confide her troubles in if things weren't going well with a boyfriend. Although he fantasized about sex with some of the girls he knew, he couldn't remotely imagine how such a thing could ever become a reality. Boys liked him, too, and it was slightly easier for him to . . . no, that was just his best friend. But Darius was too self-centered and insecure. What a horrible combination!

Anyway, he just wanted a girl to appear -- almost magically -- in his room along with the blessing that she was there for sex and companionship and that it was okay with her and with his sister and with his parents. He was sick and tired of cumming all by himself fifteen times a day. And then there was the small complication of his attraction to boys. He went into the bathroom and spent far too long under the shower, washing himself, lubing up his penis with conditioner and nearly passing out as he came under the hot water, then washing his hair, shaving his sparse facial hair, rinsing himself off with cold water and getting out. He dripped water all over the floor and could hear his mother's voice warning him that he was going to cause a leak in the ceiling in the apartment below. He grinned at his misbehavior and walked out of the bathroom and stood in the living room looking out the picture window at the trees and the street below. At the sound of the front door he streaked through the house, his returning family catching a glimpse of his naked body as he ducked into his room.

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Supposedly James stayed after school for some scheduled activity -- literary magazine, soccer club, drama club -- but most times he just wandered the school yard and hung out with friends. The only exception was swim club, but that was over for the year. James had spent this afternoon hanging upside down on the monkey bars, wishing Darius hadn't gone home immediately after school and generally bemoaning his state in life. Basically, he was horny and bored. To top things off he missed the after school bus and had to catch two city buses with a long wait downtown for the connecting leg home. He was not only horny and bored when he arrived home, but crabby from hunger. He darted up the stairs, shed his shoes and socks, and started to undress even before he got to his room. He kicked the door open rather too hard and cringed as he heard it bang against the wall. He peeled his pants off and was standing with this hands on the buttons of his shirt when he froze in place. There was a girl in his room. At least he didn't think he was so hungry as to be hallucinating some imaginary girl in his room. Besides, if she were a fantasy she ought to be naked and in his bed wearing a come-hither sexy smile.

Instead this girl looked to have been in the midst of putting her clothes away in his bottom dresser drawer. At least she was kneeling down, with a fluffy pink thing in her hands, the drawer open and an expectant look on her face as she looked across the room at him.

"Um, hi, I'm James."

The girl nodded. She looked a little shy. "I'm Cammie," she responded, "nice to meet you."

Reality hit and James panicked. He reached down and grabbed his pants. He was in such a hurry to pull them up that he nearly fell over as he yanked on the waist band. He got them half way up and he found himself once again stuck in an awkward position, his dick hanging out and unable to walk. When he finally had his trousers up he was in a furry. Not caring what this strange girl might overhear he yelled through the house,

"Mom, dad, anybody home!? Who let someone in my room? What's she doing in my dresser? Doesn't anybody respect private space around here?"

"Calm down, son," came his father's voice from the kitchen. James stormed in. His father was sitting at the table while his mother was busy mixing something in a large yellow ceramic bowl.

"Shit, dad, what do you mean calm down? What the fuck is going on anyway?"

"Watch your language unless you want your mother to wash your mouth out with soap."

James ignored what he considered an idle threat and raised his voice another level louder. "I want her out and I want her out now. Nobody goes in my room without permission, understand, nobody!"

"She has permission, honey," his mother said soothingly. "I emptied out your bottom drawer and told her she could keep her stuff there."

James was so enraged that no sound came out of his agitated mouth. He raised his arms and let them flop down. He turned to storm out of the room.

"I thought you would be pleased," his father said to the boy's retreating back.

"Pleased?" James croaked. "Pleased?"

"Yes, we arranged for a seXchange student to stay with us for the next three months. She arrived today."

"Exchange student?" James questioned.

"Well, yes, a kind of exchange student," his father answered.

James took a deep breath. Maybe there was something he hadn't understood. "Okay, I'm sorry for yelling. So we have an exchange student. Where's she going to sleep?" The apartment had three bedrooms. Maybe she was just keeping her stuff in his room and would be sleeping in the living room?

"Why, she'll be staying with you, of course," his mother stated. She set the mixing bowl aside and began greasing up a cake pan.

"Me?" James exclaimed, his voice beginning to rise again. "Don't I have anything to say about this?"

"I think you're a very luck boy, young man," his father interjected. "It would have been the answer to my wildest fantasies at your age to have a girl sleeping in my room."

James mother looked over and smirked at his father who looked smug. "Unfortunately, I had to wait a little longer for that fantasy to come true."

James looked a little chagrined. The mention of girls and fantasies had put all this in a new light. Still, this was turning out to be a lot more complicated than he had imagined. What happened next definitely put a different spin on things.

"I hope you're beginning to see things in a new light," his father said. "Now, I want you to take off your clothes and we'll introduce you properly this time. I certainly hope you're ready to make a better impression."

"Take off my clothes?"

"It's no secret you like being naked, James," his mother observed. "Every time we come home you're rushing off to get dressed."

"I was taking a shower," James said lamely.

"Nevertheless, I want you out of those clothes this minute," his mother said firmly. She walked over from her baking project and stuck a small round bandaid behind James' left ear. "You're officially stripped, so comply now."

"You are not doing this to me mom!" James yelled at the top of his voice. "Forget some stupid fantasy, dad. This is reality and I'm not falling for it."

James stormed out of the kitchen, opened the door to the apartment and hurtled down the stairs. Outside, James paused for a moment to look at the darkening blue of the sky. A wisp of pink hung in the air, catching the last rays of the already vanished sun. He'd left the apartment building barefoot, but that was alright. James headed down the block. Around the corner and another block away was the small corner store. Old man Max had run the place for as long as anyone could remember. James stuffed his hands in his pocket, hunched his head down and kicked at pinecones, rocks, acorns, even leaves. Everything was turning out all wrong. He couldn't seem to stop the rush of emotions long enough to even sort out how he felt. Fantasy and reality had collided and for some reason the result was a mess.

A jangle of bells announced his arrival as he opened the door of the store. Inside the shelves were crammed with a mix of groceries, cleaning products, snack foods and small toys. The bank of coolers in the back were stocked with milk, sodas, beer and juice. Old man Max seemed lost among the goods piled up on the countertop. A green light over the door flashed red.

"What can I do for you this evening, young James," the old man asked from among the lottery tickets, cigarette ads, incense, candy and other assorted items cluttering the spaces behind, next to, and on the counter.

"Um, not sure yet." James fumbled in his pockets, but already knew that he had no money with him. "Guess nothing. I forgot my money."

"You look a little agitated. Something going on at home?"

James began to regret walking to the store, although he wasn't sure where else he could have gone. Anywhere, really, to get out of the house.

"Not much," he mumbled.

"You know, parents don't always do a good job of communicating, but generally speaking they're trying to act in the best interest of their kids."

My God, did Max have to jump into the middle of everything? How would he know what was going on at his house? James ran his hand along the rack of cheap children's toys next to the front counter. He kicked his foot into the floor and scuffed it around.

"Now, me, I could call the police right now and have them take care of this. You know how it would go. They'd get you stripped, take you out and have you stand against the squad car, give you the shot right in the ass cheek, and haul you home in disgrace. But," he paused to let all this sink into James' awareness, "I've known you your whole life. Known your sister her whole life. Known your parents an awful long time, too. Good family you have. You're going through a lot of changes and I'm sure your folks have your best interests at heart. Hell, when I was a youngster a whole bunch of us kids decided to play as if we were a whole pride of lions. Course lions don't wear no clothes, so we took 'em all off. I remember my friend Ronnie out there on all fours hunting, his balls swinging low beneath his dick. It was way cool. But I was annoyed at the girls, all shrinking away from me and saying I had cooties 'cuz I was a boy. Then our parents showed up. I guess they was wondering where all the kids had gotten to and why everything was so quiet like. They read us the riot act for being naked. That was a long time ago, but I still get worked up about that. Nothing wrong with kids playing naked. When I got older, like yourself, I'd take off my clothes and wander around the house, but I wished I could have felt more free about it -- like I could get rid of that memory from when I was younger haunting me. I used to dream that I could just be naked wherever I pleased. Who would a' guessed Stripped For Florida would come around."

James listed to the old man's gravelly voice and tried to imagine him young and playing lions; young like himself and wandering his house naked, just like he did whenever he got a chance.

"Tell you what, James," Max went on, "take off the clothes and I'll keep 'em here for you until your mother lets me know what she wants done with them. You just go on home as if nothing at all untoward happened. I'll even give you a jug of milk. Tell 'em you just went out to pick up some milk for breakfast. Don't mention the clothes at all or getting stripped. It's just your normal, wonderful body, you know?"

James nodded. The events of the day didn't seem so overwhelming standing here in the store and listening to Max ruminate about the past. Besides, hadn't he been wanting to be naked? Didn't he sort of enjoy showing off his newly developing body? And this girl . . . well, that was still confusing. What was a seXchange student anyway?

He unclasped his trousers and out of habit pulled them down first, his penis flopping out into the open air. Max raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Max undid the buttons on his shirt one by one, then handed shirt and pants over the counter to Max. He stood naked in the store. It felt both odd and like some huge relief, both at the same time. He looked up and noted that the red light had flashed back to green. The SFF scanner found him in compliance with Florida's nudity laws. He was a stripped boy.

"Don't forget your jug of milk, James, and I'll see you around." Max burrowed down behind the counter and came back up again. "Take this to the ladies, they'll appreciate it."

Once again James wondered how much of home life Max knew about. Maybe he just meant his mom and sister. Nevertheless, James accepted the gold box of chocolates.

"Thank you," he said, sincerely meaning it. With a wave he jangled the door open and emerged back into the night, jug of milk in one hand, chocolates in the other and not a stitch of clothing on him anywhere.

He walked back home, feeling more and more comfortable in his body as he got nearer. He pondered old man Max's remark that he wished he'd felt free of his earlier experiences, so that at the age James was now he could have found more enjoyment in his body. He was almost in a good mood by the time he climbed to the third floor. He looked at the box of chocolates and willed himself to let go of the resentments against his parents for turning his life upside down in a day.

Tucking the gold box under his arm and holding the milk in one hand, he opened the door. For a moment he felt the tangled emotions of his departure still hanging in the air, but took a deep breath, stood up straight and walked penis-first into the kitchen. His family looked up from the table. The girl was there too, her hair a mix of blond and brown, cut in a short do with casual curls that framed her face with its delicate cheek bones and a well-shaped but prominent nose. Her lips had a pink blush and were slightly open. Her eyes looked straight across the room at him, but he felt a shyness behind her gaze. A gauzy pink top cupped small shapely breasts before sweeping down below the level of the table top and James could see no more. He caught all this in an instant, for a moment blissfully unaware of any examining eyes in the room.

"I brought some chocolates for you," he said, looking at the girl. "I mean, for you and everyone else, too," he added awkwardly. "Oh, and I thought we might need some milk."

"That was very thoughtful of you," said his mother. "James, this is Cammie. Cammie, James." The two looked at one another. "As you know, you'll be rooming together for the next three months. Cammie is a seXchange student from Philadelphia. She's just been telling us her first impressions of Florida."

James nodded, a sudden wave of shyness washing over his whole body. He felt the blood rise to the surface and was sure that he blushed red from head to foot. His head began to swim and this time he was unable to stop it. Everything blacked out and he fell.

"I'm sorry," James mumbled, struggling to get back up. He felt like a bolt of electricity had seared through his brain, leaving a burn scar that throbbed as he sat back down at the table. Nobody seemed very perturbed.

"He does that all the time," his sister informed Cammie. James wanted to protest but the ache in his head reminded him not to push it. His mother brought out dinner and the evening went smoothly enough. The cake she had prepared earlier was light and fluffy and buttery and everyone made sure to enjoy one of the chocolates the newly stripped James had brought home.

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Eventually, however, dinner and chatting around the table came to an end. Sleepiness was creeping its way. Kathy took leave to get ready for bed. James' dad got up to wash dishes and put away food.

"Looks like two sleepyheads need to get ready for bed." James' mother stood up. "Let me get you a towel and show you where everything is in the bathroom," she added, encouraging Cammie to get up from the table. The naked James padded along behind the two of them as they crossed the apartment to the single bathroom. While Cammie used the bathroom James stood in his room wondering how this was supposed to work out. He noticed that his futon bed had been freshly made up, no doubt by his mother. Two pillows lay side by side at the head of the bed and freshly laundered sheets were tucked in neatly and folded back. A quilt lay folded at the foot of the bed. Clearly his mother was expecting them to sleep side by side.

Cammie emerged from the bathroom in a frilly pink nightgown. Her breasts peeked out through the lacy fabric which extended teasingly to mid-thigh length. James caught himself staring and then blushed and looked away. He moved past her and brushed his teeth, washed his face, peed. He was about to take a shower to delay going to bed, but his mother came in and shooed him out.

"You're clean enough, James and there is only one bathroom. Bedtime." She walked him into his bedroom where Cammie stood in the middle of the room. His mother pulled back the top sheet. "Hop in you two and I'll tuck you in."

Cammie snuggled in first and James reluctantly afterwards. His mother leaned in and gave each of them a kiss. "I love you, sleep tight."

"Love you too," James mumbled.

"We're so glad to have you as part of our family," his mother said to Cammie, who replied with a quick grin.

On the way out of the room she turned off the light and pulled the door so it was open just a crack. James lay there hearing the sounds of his parents getting ready for bed. Then the apartment was quiet except for the sounds of traffic outside, the rustle of trees in the wind, and his own breath loud in his ears. He could feel the heat of Cammie's body next to his. He lay staring up at the dark so long he began to wonder if he were dreaming, but he knew he was still awake. Worse yet, he knew he'd never get to sleep without jacking off. He was horny and restless and his skin felt prickly. Cammie's breath changed to the soft waves of slumber, but he didn't dare make himself cum lying next to her. He got up, moving carefully so as not to wake her, and crossed the hall into the bathroom. He shut the door and sat on the closed toilet seat and pulled on his penis. He got hard soon enough but as much as he stroked and fondled himself, pulled down hard, ran his finger around the tip, he just got more frustrated. He moved into the tub and poured conditioner into his hand and slathered it all over his erection and went at it again. When he came he felt more like he'd just labored through something than any sort of satisfaction. He mopped up sperm and conditioner with a towel and dropped it on the floor. The bright light and reflections off the tiles weren't conducive to relaxation and when he crawled back into bed next to the sleeping Cammie he tossed and turned and slept restlessly on and off until dawn. His alarm went off. Instinctively he got up and opened his dresser to get ready for school. The clothes staring back at him were fluffy and pink and purple, with ribbons and embroidery. His brain numb with sleeplessness he saw without understanding until it hit him like a Mack truck. Cammie, stripped, shit!!! He had to go to school naked. Oh, man!

He showered, brushed his teeth, combed his hair and decided he was as dressed as he was allowed to be. In the kitchen he was pouring himself a glass of milk when Cammie walked in. She was dressed in tight jeans with embroidery on the pockets and a frilly purple blouse. Tiny turquoise earring studs were in each ear.

"I'm so excited to be going to school with you!" she exclaimed.

James gaped back like a fish. School? With him? He was going to school naked with her in tow? His friends would give him never-ending grief and everyone else would have all the entertainment they needed for days or weeks.

"Cammie, let me get you some breakfast." Fortunately his mother came into the kitchen and got things moving in a practical direction. Kathy joined them at the table as they all wolfed down cereal and milk. Together they walked down the street to the corner where the school bus would pick them up. Cammie was all excitement and curiosity. Kathy was explaining about schedules and describing different teachers. James was standing naked on the corner dreading the day. There were other stripped kids in school, but James knew that was no protection. Kids were mean, even if they were just joking around. Anything that attracted attention was a magnet for anything from joshing around to true bullying. For the most part James preferred to be easy going. He was helpful and a generally likable guy, but he'd avoided being a standout for attention -- negative or positive. He knew that anyone who was stripped was a focal point for remarks and for a guy it opened up a whole can of worms: if he was on pills he stood out for being erect all the time; if not then everyone joked how small he was. Girlfriends were another teasing point, unless -- horror of horrors -- it was suspected you had a boyfriend. James was mortified to be showing up stripped and with what everyone would immediately tag as his girlfriend. If he denied it they'd say he was gay. The bus pulled up and James was the last one to get on.

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School had been terrible, but he'd survived. At home he did his homework, jerked off in the shower, felt like crap and slept fitfully in his bed. He wished he could have his own space back again. It was awkward sharing the bed with another person, and he felt completely out of sorts from lack of sexual satisfaction and sleep. His feelings were made worse because Cammie was obviously a nice person and was nothing but sweet to him. At least the next day was Saturday when he'd have some time to . . . oh, no, the one day where he had the house to himself and it was to be no more. Surely Cammie had nowhere to go in the morning. He stared up at the ceiling and forced himself into fitful sleep.

The dream was unbelievably wonderful. James was both in his own dream and floating outside of it amazed that he could be experiencing anything this wonderful after getting three nights of disturbed sleep. He was also vaguely aware that he wasn't supposed to be doing this in his own bed, but couldn't remember why. Nevertheless, the sexual pleasuring of his penis was so delightful there was no chance he was going to stop, none at all. James woke seamlessly out of pleasurable dreamland to an equally pleasurable waking state. Unmistakable sunlight filled the room and splashed across the ceiling. Undeniable wafts of morning air tickled his naked body. And his penis was about to explode into bliss! James moaned loudly, opened his eyes wide, arched his back and shot the largest jet of sperm he'd ever released in his life, which was followed by yet another explosive release and more and more. He felt like he would never stop coming. The sensations on his penis were almost more than he could stand. He reached out his hand and found it tangled in a mass of hair. That was confusing, but his blood was elsewhere than in his brain at the moment so he continued to enjoy the best sexual sensations of his life. He lay back against the pillow, closed his eyes and let himself swim in bliss.

Cammie pulled her mouth off James' still erect penis, lapping up the remaining ejacula. She propped herself on her elbow and watched James. He blinked his eyes open, stared, blinked again and looked mortified.

"You enjoyed that." Cammie stated.

"Um, that was you? I thought I was in a dream. That was fantastic!" He looked up at the ceiling with a silly grin playing across his face.

"Kathy said you would like it."

James jolted part way up. "Kathy?"

"Yeah, your sister."

"She said I'd like that?"

"Uh huh." Cammie cocked her head and giggled. "Guess she was right about that. You do like girls, right?"

"Why wouldn't I like girls?"

"Kathy wasn't sure if you did."

"Kathy?"

"Yeah, your sister again."

"You've been talking a lot about me to my sister."

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be rude," Cammie explained, "it's just . . . well, since I got here I can't really tell if you like me or not."

"Um, you're fine. I mean, a very nice person . . . girl . . . whatever."

Cammie looked at James in silence.

"What else did Kathy tell you?"

"Um, something about you and Darius having sex."

"Oh, that . . . " Cammie waited for James to go on. "He's my best friend, but, no, not really. Whatever that is that you just did to me . . . that was fantastic! And about you, I'm sorry I've been so difficult. This is all really new to me. I've never had sex before, even though . . . "

"You've never had sex before?"

"Um, no . . . is that so surprising?"

"You were saying something: even though . . . "

"Oh, never mind. It's too embarrassing."

"No it's not."

"You don't even know what I was going to say."

"I just sucked your dick, but you're too embarrassed to talk to me?"

"Well, when you put it that way. It's just, well, I always had this fantasy that this beautiful girl would suddenly just appear in my bed. I'd come home from school and there she would be, and we'd make love and . . . "

". . . and here I am!"

"That's just the thing. Here you are, and you're a beautiful girl, and I'm messing it all up."

"You think I'm a beautiful girl?"

"Of course! Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

"That is so wonderful," Cammie bounced up and down on the bed, waving her curls back and forth and a tear squeezing out of her eye. "I always wanted to be a girl."

James looked at her with confusion. "I don't think I have to want to be a boy to really enjoy it. I mean, I think being a boy is a really, really cool thing. I love it, in fact. Don't you just enjoy being a girl?"

Cammie dodged the question. "Does enjoying being a boy include sex?"

"Well, I haven't really had sex -- like with another person -- but," James fought off the rush of blood to his head, "here's the embarrassing thing again. I'm pretty sex-obsessed I guess. I think about it all the time and I make myself cum about . . . well, let's just say it's probably too much." He blinked his eyes and tried to clear his head.

Cammie grinned. "How many times a day do you jack off?"

"Before you got here? Ten or fifteen."

"Wow."

"Yeah. Told you it was too much."

"Not where I was going. I was thinking how much fun we could be having together!"

James let himself relax a bit and let out a deep breath.

"You've obviously been suffering. I've got a surprise for you tonight, but right now let me suck you off again." She pushed him back onto the bed and slid her mouth down to his waiting penis. She engulfed the delicious shaft of flesh into her mouth and sucked and licked him into blood-engorged erection. This time she took her time bringing him to climax. She worried that when she revealed her surprise that night James wouldn't like her anymore. But she was going to make sure he enjoyed himself right now.

* * *

James and Cammie wandered into the kitchen looking famished. James' mother also noted the unmistakable glow of happiness on her son's face. Cammie looked sparkly, although she was definitely holding something back. Well, they had been warned by the agency that kids like her went through a full gamut of emotions every single day.

James had experienced another mind-blowing orgasm and flooded Cammie's throat with more of his sperm. He was a happy, sexy, naked boy with no worries at the moment. Sexually satisfied, with a girlfriend and a surprise to look forward to this evening, he ate as if he'd not seen food for a week. Long after everyone else had finished breakfast they sat and watched him inhale piles of pancakes with butter, syrup, jam and fruit. He finished the whipped cream after making sure everyone else had gotten their fill.

"Wow, that was good!" he exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. He stretched his arms up, his whole body on display.

"Would you mind?" Cammie asked, looking at James' mother.

"Oh, no, go right ahead."

"Cammie knelt on the floor and engulfed James' dick for the third time that morning. Kathy watched with interest. James' mother looked pleased.

"Ah, to be young." There was a touch of envy in James' dad's voice.

"You're much better than when you were that age," teased James' mother. "I can do you right now!" She waggled her eyebrows at him.

"Mom!" Kathy explained. "Not right here!"

"You seem interested enough in the show Cammie and James are putting on."

Kathy lowered her head, although here eyes stayed on the place where bobbing mouth and penis joined. "That's different," she muttered.

The parents stood, clearly intending a little fun of their own, but lingered at the door to the kitchen. James body leaned back dangerously in the chair and his pelvis jutted forward. Cammie pulled his dick all the way into her mouth and held on to the bucking boy as he thrust himself into her. At last his body slumped back into the chair. His face glistened and his eyes were bright. Cammie slowly pulled up, licked a bit of sperm off her lips and gave James one last swish of the tongue around the crown of his dick.

"Ahhhh," James moaned, his penis way too sensitive for more stimulation.

Cammie grinned. "More to cum," she punned. "I guess you have to rest a little, but we'll have to do this often to pack in 15 a day."

"Fifteen a day?" his mother asked.

"He says that's how many times he usually jacks off," Cammie explained.

"Cammie!" protested James.

"Well, just letting them know," Cammie added innocently.

"Like I said, to be young," observed his father.

"That's pretty amazing," admitted his mother, "but we've got things to attend to." She dragged dad out of the room, one hand on his crotch.

It was a wonderful Saturday. At least James thought so. Cammie wanted to go for a walk to see the environs of her new neighborhood. James was still ambivalent about being nude in public, but two more blow jobs later and he was willing enough to do anything Cammie asked. He did draw the line at doing it in public and Cammie went along with it when he said that legally both individuals had to be stripped to have public sex in Florida.

"Actually, who am I to complain. In Pennsylvania you'd end up in jail for even stepping out the door naked." They walked through the neighborhood, James showing Cammie the library, the artist studios where his parents hung out during monthly art events, the restaurant that sold fifty cent cookies to kids they liked, the place he'd ripped the skin off his leg when he was five years old and other salient landmarks.

"Let's go to the park," James suggested, "unless you mind?" He was worried Cammie would think the park was only for little kids, but she was amiable enough. It was several blocks through a residential neighborhood to the small park enclosed on four sides by somewhat larger houses. An assortment of boys and girls of various ages were climbing on bars, swinging, running through the grass, and digging in the sand. In typical Florida fashion some were clothed and some naked, but all were younger than the two of them. Cammie sat on a bench and pulled the naked James onto her lap. Her fingers tickled his belly as they watched the children running around.

"How come all the boys are hard?" she wondered.

James explained the pills and how he was glad his parents hadn't forced him to take them.

"Yeah, that's cool actually. Size isn't everything."

"I thought girls always liked it bigger," James retorted.

"Not all girls," Cammie replied superciliously. "What about you?" She noted that his dick was slowly hardening as he watched the naked children. As a test she ran her finger up his half erection. He didn't protest and she got bolder, wrapping her hand around the shaft and slowly working up into full hardness. A few boys gathered and an older girl, around thirteen. They watched in rapt fascination as she pulled James close against her and began working his dick in earnest. He closed his eyes and abruptly shot into the air. The boys jumped back, shrieking with delight.

"I know how to suck a boy, you know," the thirteen year old announced. Cammie just winked at her and nodded. Seeing that the show was over the kids moved off and resumed playing.

They stopped by Max's and James introduced Cammie to the old man. He nodded sagely, happy to see James enjoying his newly stripped status. "Got a girlfriend," he observed, lifting his bushy eyebrows up and down. They bought ice cream, chocolate syrup and whipped cream and took it home.

"Hey Kathy," Cammie yelled. Kathy came out of her room looking suspiciously flushed and out of breath, but was eager to join them in an ice cream sundae extravaganza.

With all the blow jobs, James was not only feeling good, but getting bolder about snuggling up to Cammie. He put his arm around her waist, then moved it up a bit, then dared to caress her breast lightly over the fabric of her blouse. She smiled and giggled. Eventually they moved on to kissing. James had to admit to himself that it was funny to start with blow jobs and then find that kissing was so much more emotionally intimate. Nevertheless, Cammie made sure to stay on schedule.

"Wow, 15 a day is a lot," she observed after getting him off for the tenth or eleventh time. "How do you ever have the time?"

"Well, school does get in the way -- and homework," James joked. He shrugged, "I don't know. I just can't help myself. But, seriously," he added, "if it's wearing you out I can do myself you know."

"What!" Cammie said in mock horror. "I'm not good enough?"

"Oh, no!" James quickly put in, "it feels way, way better when you do me. I just don't want you to feel like you have to!"

"I love it. I really do," Cammie said, grabbing James by the neck and planting a rather spermy kiss on his lips. Tongues began to play and they got into it for a good fifteen to twenty minutes.

It wasn't until they were eating dinner that Cammie started acting a little nervous. At first James didn't think anything of it, but her behavior became distinctly different. After having brought him to orgasm a good dozen or more times during the day he didn't think it had to do with being sexual. On the other hand, James had certainly not forgotten for even one second the surprise Cammie had promised. He had more than an inkling that it involved getting his first glimpse of her naked, and he hoped things would go even farther. Maybe Cammie was nervous about having intercourse with him. He mentally chided himself for even thinking that was the surprise -- but who could blame him for wanting to fuck this beautiful girl who was on his dick every hour on the hour?

Kathy and his parents were chatting away, obviously enjoying the food and having everyone at the table at the same time. But Cammie had gotten quieter. She wasn't smiling across the table at him as often, or worming her foot under the table to tickle his dick. James glanced around, but his sister and parents didn't seem to notice that anything had changed. Maybe I'm worrying for nothing, he thought. His mother put out small bowls of chocolate pudding for dessert which were quickly wolfed down.

James looked across the table at Cammie, eager to move on to the bedroom. She looked down at the floor and then nervously glanced up at him.

"Well, everyone, I've had a long day." James faked a yawn and stretched back. "I'm going to go get ready for bed."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Kathy asked, a glimmer in her eyes.

"What?" James asked, genuinely confused.

"I doubt Cammie's done you fifteen times today, have you?" She looked over at the other girl. "You could get him off one more time while we watch," Kathy teased.

Cammie shrugged her shoulders.

"Sure, go ahead, it'll be fun," James' mother chimed in.

James was getting frustrated. He didn't want to get off right now, he wanted to get in bed and have real sex! "That's okay, mom. Cammie can join me when she's ready. After all, we share a room, remember?"

"Suck him off, suck him off, suck him off!" Kathy started chanting.

Cammie looked around and nodded at James to sit back down. He swore she was delaying going to bed on purpose. Nevertheless he found himself sitting wide-legged on a kitchen chair while Cammie took him once again into her mouth. In spite of his frustrations he couldn't help himself. He was hard again in a minute and Cammie brought him to orgasm quickly enough. She made a show of swallowing his ejaculation and then sucked up on his dick and then pursing her lips around the crown of his penis and sucking again before pulling off entirely. She looked up at him and smiled.

Kathy clapped. "That was great! So you're going to do him fifteen times every day?"

Cammie shrugged. "I guess. If he likes it."

Kathy looked at James questioningly. He felt put on the spot. "Yeah," he said gruffly, "why wouldn't I like it. I'm getting ready for bed." He got up and without looking back walked his naked body to the bathroom.

* * *

He lay in bed looking up at the ceiling and listening to the water in the bathroom. Cammie had come in just after he'd finished rinsing off, brushing his teeth and peeing. She'd smiled nervously at him.

"I'll see you in bed," he told her enthusiastically. But it felt like she'd been in the bathroom for an interminable period of time. He heard her take a shower. The toilet flushed. The water in the sink went on, then off, then on again. Now it was running once again. What in the world was taking her so long? Nevertheless, he didn't want to nag her. More than anything he wanted her to come to bed relaxed, excited, ready to have fun! He zoned out, staring at the ceiling and willing himself not to count the minutes.

"I'm here." Cammie stood in the doorway. James looked over. She was wearing a different nightgown, short, lacy and maddeningly close to see-through. He held out his arms to draw her across the room. She closed the door all the way and came to the bed.

"I've waited for this all day," James said softly.

"You still have energy after all those orgasms?" she asked incredulously.

"I hope you weren't trying to wear me out on purpose?" he teased. "Of course I have energy for such a beautiful girl."

"You really think I'm beautiful?"

"Of course I do. Let's skip all the anxieties and get to the fun!"

"Okay," she murmured.

In truth, James didn't know how they were going to get from here to there. Was he supposed to strip her of her nightgown and get down to business? He hoped his understanding of female anatomy was accurate enough that he wasn't going to make a fool of himself. On the other hand, he was starting to get hard with anticipation. He ran his hand across the lacy material wrapping Cammie's breasts. She cooed with pleasure. He leaned in close and kissed her on the lips. She parted them and he slipped his tongue inside and enjoyed the warm, wet sensations. They kissed while he let his hand slip brazenly under the fabric of her bodice and felt her breast for the first time. The gentle swell of soft skin was incredible. He smoothed his hand across the breast for a minute or two and then dared to discover her nipple, which hardened up immediately under his touch. His erection filled out almost painfully as he rejoiced in learning that he could excite her this way. Her body squirmed and he felt the material of her nightgown along the flank of his naked body. The sensation of tongue on tongue and hands on breasts became the sole territory of his world and time ceased to drag on. He was totally immersed in this lovemaking and its effects on his own body. For the moment he forgot his earlier goal of getting to penetration as quickly as possible, although the throbbing of his erection intruded from time to time, distracting his focus.

Eventually he pulled his mouth away from Cammie's, his hand resting on her breast, and stared lovingly into her eyes. She looked up at him. He expected to see a mirror of his own awe, or pleasure, or love. Instead he saw a distant worry, as if storm clouds lined the horizon line even as swimmers still played in the surf and enjoyed the sun and sand and waves on the beach. A low flicker of lightening or the deep rumble of thunder could not be far off.

"Cammie, what's wrong? Am I not touching you right? You've been pleasuring me all day; please let me know what I can do for you right now?

"Oh, James, I'm sorry. I know everything should be wonderful right now, but . . . "

"I know you just met me. Are we going too fast? I was so rude when you first got here -- but I love you already so much! Please believe me."

"It's not that. I love you, too. I was worried you didn't like girls, but I think you do, but . . . you don't even know what a seXchange student is, do you?"

"Um, you have sex a lot?" he asked uncertainly.

"No! I mean, yes. I mean, that's not the point. I mean that is the point, but, it's not that exactly."

James waited for Cammie to sort out this obviously confused response. Instead she started crying. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand now grasping a breast firmly. He snuggled his body close to hers and lay his head down and cradled her and rocked her gently. They lay there, Cammie crying softly. Time slowed and the rest of the world seemed far off and irrelevant. James pondered on the change in his life in just a few days. His most unlikely fantasy -- having a girl suddenly appear in his bed -- had miraculously come true. But it wasn't at all the way he'd imagined in his hormone-driven imagination. He'd never fleshed out anything about this girl except that she would be ready, willing and eager for sex. The focus of his fantasy was fucking a real live girl whenever he felt like it. And then there was the small complication of his attraction to boys. He pushed this troublesome thought away for the moment. He was discovering that a real girl, as opposed to a fantasy one, came with a personality and feelings. He could see already that he had feelings for her far beyond simply attaining sexual satisfaction, although she'd certainly been extremely devoted to trying! He thought of his many orgasms today as a result of the ministrations of her hands and mouth. His penis asserted itself with another painfully erect throb. Sandwiched as it was against the bare skin of Cammie's leg he hoped she wouldn't think him a lout for continuing to be this horny while she was crying.

"Cammie," he murmured close to her ear.

"I know," she responded in equally quiet tones.

"Don't worry. We can just lie here."

"But you're supposed to want me desperately. I mean for sex," she added redundantly.

James waited.

"I mean, the seXchange program. They're supposed to send me to some super-horny oversexed boy who will just wash me away in a sea of sexual activity and get me used to being a girl and loving my body and all that."

"I love you," James said. "And, it seems like we've already started out on that sea of sexual activity. We can do more if you want . . . or not." He was getting confused again. What was he doing wrong? Was he supposed to be so horny that he just ripped her clothes off and fucked her without preamble?

"I know you do. I can tell. That's why I'm so worried. See, I'm a seXchange person -- I didn't think it would matter that I'm not finished with the process, but now I love you too and I'll just be heartbroken if you think I'm just too weird and decide you don't like me anymore."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's all fucked up. They should have explained it to you beforehand."

"They?"

"The program. Your parents. Me!!!!"

"I'm sorry. I don't understand."

"All day I meant to say something. But it was easier to concentrate on your pleasure and make you happy. Then I thought maybe I'd bring it up at dinner, but it was way too awkward. Tonight I thought I'd give you a surprise. Turn off the lights, get undressed and invite you to explore my body in the dark."

"Mmmmmm, now that's a surprise I could really enjoy!"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"What's not to enjoy!" James teased, squeezing her breast and nibbling lightly on the ear closest to him.

"Maybe we should just go to sleep."

"You want me to sleep on the floor? Or in the other room?" James asked, disappointed but determined to treat Cammie right.

"No!" she replied vehemently, "I need you."

"Okay." James remained baffled.

"Maybe I should just take off my clothes and get it over with."

"if that would make you feel better," James responded, a little hope returning.

Cammie extricated herself from their embrace and stood up. She gathered the hem of her nightgown in her hands. She squeezed her eyes shut as if bracing herself for something and pulled the fabric up and over her head and threw the gown across the room. She stood there staring at James hard. In truth, she was ready to bolt at the first sign of disgust on this boy's face.

James wasn't looking at her face at all, but at her beautiful body, but it wasn't what he'd expected. His eyes wandered and his dick hardened to full erection and he slowly looked up at -- her -- face. "I -- I -- I didn't even know it was possible!"

Cammie heard the wonder in his voice and remained where she stood.

"You, wow, you -- I didn't know a girl could have -- can I touch it?"

Cammie took a step forward and James reached out a finger and touched something very familiar -- the exposed crown of a small, but very erect, penis. Cammie shuddered involuntarily. Emboldened James wrapped his fingers around the shaft and felt the wonderful softness. The same softness that wrapped his own hard member. The same softness that he adored on his friend's penis, but that Darius would no longer let him touch. The softness he could see but hadn't touched on the stripped boys at the playground. He looked up at Cammie and she could see his face alive with awe. "You're so beautiful!" he whispered.

Tears glistened in Cammie's eyes. She nodded back at him, and didn't even know exactly what she was agreeing with. "There's more, you know . . . "

James drew his gaze back down her body, across her tender small breasts with the perky nipples he'd hardened with his touch, across the gentle swell of her belly, over the swell of her pubic bone and the improbable small erection jutting out from . . . his gaze and his fingers both moved down to the place where below her shaft was not a set of balls hanging in a scrotum sac such as he had and all the other boys he'd ever seen, but beautifully swelling labia and the glistening pink of a secret and most alluring opening. He hesitated, his fingers at the entrance.

"Go on," Cammie encouraged, her voice so quiet it was almost a mere suggestion of sound.

He opened the lips and felt a slick wetness and a perfume filled his nostrils. He ran his finger up and down exploring this new place.

Cammie moved forward, her hand on his so that his fingers would not leave off touching. She slid herself back down on the bed and gently guided his hand along her furrows, showed him by touch alone the opening to her inside places and slid his finger into the warmth therein.

Now there was no passage of time. For an hour, two, three -- we cannot be sure -- these two, just past the younger days of childhood, entered a new realm and explored bodies. James learned all the little furrows and nubbins of pleasure. How to enter by finger and by hand into that chamber Cammie hid inside herself, to arc his finger up and play with that wondrous spot that makes a girl feel so, so very good. He learned about the cervix, a mystery no boy ever seems to imagine in his own wet dreams. He let his hand wander back up to that wondrous appendage so like his own --- a nearly four inch erect penis so unexpectedly a part of the body package of this girl. Cammie couldn't keep her own fingers off of James. She loved his much longer erection. But now she expanded her research to learn about those ball sacs and the tender little spheres inside them. She conjured out of James the truth of his friendship with Darius and his attraction to boys, which led to his showing her that pleasure place that girls never imagine -- a boy's prostate hidden up that most unlikely of channels hidden between those sweet butt cheeks. They kissed and murmured and talked, shared fears and dreams.

"You see, seXchange students are in the process of gender transformation," Cammie explained. I was born with different parts, but I've always thought I was a girl. My parents finally said they'd let me get the hormone treatments to get breasts and a period and all that. But the doctors said I had to experience being a girl -- sexually -- before they would complete the process."

James asked, anticipating with horror the answer, what "complete the process" actually meant.

"Yes, you're right," Cammie concurred, "they will remove my penis thingy."

"Please don't. I love it so much."

"it's sort of an accident, really, that they sent me to you. I mean, most boys wouldn't want this. They'd just want a girl."

"I guess I'm not like most boys," James admitted. He wondered how much his sister and his parents had observed. Maybe this seXchange matchup wasn't so accidental.

"I'll have to think about it. I've wanted to be a girl forever."

"But, you are a girl -- I'll never be able to think of you as anything else," James insisted, "but, now that you're undressed and naked and playing with me -- you seem completely normal and complete and wonderful. I can't imagine why you would want to mess with who you are. Go ahead and take the hormones if you like. After all, your breast are really sweet, but don't," he could hardly bear to say the words, "chop off this!"

"The hormones are partly what keep it small," Cammie explained, "but also -- I think it's just part of how it turns out when you're born this way."

They got no sleep. It turned out that she was dying to experience getting fucked, which James did with great pleasure, and then again with more force and enthusiasm, and yet again just because neither of them could get enough. And after much cajoling and having to convince her that it in no way made her less of a girl, James got Cammie to fuck him -- a pleasure he had thought he would never experience. And of course they had to try sucking each of the erect organs to orgasm, and then, just to make sure he made complete love to this girl, James said he wanted to try and see if he could make her come just by touching that special spot up inside her vagina -- which he did, much to his own satisfaction as well as the complete pleasure of Cammie whose vagina closed up and pulsed and tightened delightfully around his hand.

As dawn spilled its first pink rays of light into the room James fucked Cammie one more time for good measure and they got up and stood naked on the small balcony outside the room. The city slowly woke up as the light filled out.

"You could get stripped, if you wanted," James suggested.

Cammie shrugged. "I don't know," she admitted, "I don't know if I'm ready to deal with everyone's reactions."

"I understand."

"But I'm super glad you're stripped! I can't imagine you with clothes."

"I wore them, just like you, until just before I met you. They stripped me because you were coming to stay."

"Wow! I had no idea." Cammie giggled. "Well, I don't know how you feel about it, but I'm happy they did."

"Actually, it's pretty cool. Even getting jacked off in public was pretty fun, especially because you were the one doing it to me."

"I"ll tell you what I am wiling to try."

"What's that?"

"I'll come to breakfast naked and see what your family thinks."

"I'm sure they'll be just fine with that."

By this time James was completely happy in his nudity. Having had a full day and night of sex he was in sleep-deprived orgasm-enhanced euphoria. He didn't care that his dick was red with overstimulation and his head swimmingly dizzy with exhaustion. The body has reserves which it can draw upon in special circumstances, especially for those in the fitness of adolescence. Cammie held back only slightly, her apprehensions largely overwhelmed by lack of sleep and sex-induced happiness.

"Good morning lovers," Kathy boomed as they entered the kitchen.

James' mother came and gave each of them a hug, which Cammie accepted gracefully. With a sidelong look at Cammie, James let himself be drawn into his mother's embrace. He wanted to ask her how she had arranged for Cammie to stay and what she had told the seXchange folks, but he didn't quite have the gumption to say it out loud. Seeing Kathy's inquisitive attempt not to stare, Cammie simply went and stood herself bluntly in front of the girl.

"You know you want to see it, so get your fill, girl," she said, saucily wagging her hips back and forth. Her penis was a much smaller inch and a half now that it was soft. Like James, she was raw, both inside and out, from a night of sex.

"Did you really used to be a boy?" Kathy asked.

"Kathy!" her mother chided.

"That's alright," Cammie interjected. "I've always been a girl -- inside my own head and even in my body -- but that's not how I was raised. I guess when the doctors saw that I had 'ambiguous genitalia' as they call it, they advised my parents to raise me as a boy. But now I'm on hormones and my girl parts are blossoming." Cammie paused and turned around to address everyone in the room. "Until last night, I was planning to have surgery in addition to the hormones and complete the process of being a girl physically. However," she paused, "James has convinced me that I am wonderful just the way I am. And, he gave me enough pleasure to all my parts last night to convince me I'd be giving up a lot. So, I guess seXchange has been a major turning point in my life -- and I'm guessing for James, too."

James decided to blurt it out: "I don't know what you told them about me, mom, but -- well -- I've always been attracted to boys . . . as well as to girls," he hastened to add, "but I never knew I could love someone who could satisfy all of that. Cammie is all girl to me, and always will be, but now I know how she could get me off so well all day yesterday, and . . . "

James blushed. For once Kathy didn't interject some rude sibling remark. Cammie reached out and put her arm around his shoulder.

James went on, " . . . this is so embarrassing but I've got to say it. I had two fantasies fulfilled last night. I fucked a girl . . . and I got fucked. God, they're both so great! I also learned something. My fantasies never included love. Reality is so different."

Cammie whispered "I love you" into his ear in a loud stage whisper. Everyone laughed.

"Let's get some food in you two and then maybe we should tuck you back into bed. This time you'll get some sleep!" admonished James' mother.

Kathy gave one of her smug grins. Her father turned to her. "As for you, young lady, I need you to take off your clothes before you sit down."

"What?!"

"You heard me right. We've got another visitor coming and he's staying in your room."

END

(The End)