O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

From F-Baller to T-Girlie (tg)

by Texzilla

With a familiar thump and a few stumbled steps down the stairs Henry Jacobs knew his son Marc was up and heading down to the kitchen for breakfast. Being "Up" And "Awake" were two entirely different things for Marc. Normally this being Monday morning, 'awake' was still not going to be happening till Marc's third class of the day. Unless the news that Henry was going to give him woke the boy up. Which it should.

The 18 year old stumbled into the kitchen, grabbed a box of cereal out of the pantry, grabbed the bottle of milk from the refrigerator and slumped down at the kitchen table. Marc was a well-built teen, played a lot of sports, not super muscled but the guy was on the football team for all four years of high school. Puberty was well on its way to turn the teen into a man. Already having a fairly heavy beard in the morning, plus through his open robe Henry could see that even more hair had sprouted on the boy's chest. And from the bottom of the robe the thick fur that covered Marc's legs. The timing for all this was certainly interesting.

"Rough night? You came in late." Henry said sitting across from Marc at the small table.

"I was a good boy Dad, you know me. Just hung out with the guys, that's all. Blew off some steam like we always need to at the start of the season." Marc said. His voice was kind of shaky still due to not being fully awake, but the baritone that had been creeping in over the past year was evident.

"You've always been a good boy. You all ways listen to what your Father tells you. Here, I have some more of these for you." Henry said taking a bottle of pills out of his suit coat and placing them on the table. Marc looked over at them, a brief cloud of worry crossed his face.

"OK, sure. You um…. You sure these things are supposed to help? I know you said they were to improve my concentration but, I've been feeling kind of funny since I started taking them…" Marc said picking up the bottle and staring at it. The few times he had a prescribed medicine in the past he was used to there being a label on the bottle. He guessed since his Father worked for a pharmaceutical company and could get these direct there didn't need to be a label.

"It takes a while for them to start to show the effects. Just keep taking them. These on the other hand.." Henry said placing another, larger bottle of pills on the table. "These you're going to start seeing the effects of maybe by the end of the week. They're pretty strong."

"What are these?"

"The hormones you asked me to get you."

"Hormones?!?" Marc said, alarmed at what his father had just given him. "Dad! I can't take testosterone supplements!!! That's one of the things they test us on for football. I'm already nervous that they'll find something wrong with this other stuff you gave me."

"You see Marc. This is why you need those memory pills. Go take one now. No, better take two. Do what your father tells you."

Marc looked at his Dad out of the corner of his eyes, and knew he had to take the pills. Popping two in his mouth he downed them quickly with the milk he got for his cereal.

"Now Marc, don't you remember? The talk we had? Marc…. Those aren't male hormones, those are female hormones. You don't remember opening up to me, blurting out that you needed to become a woman? That you always felt you were supposed to have been born a girl? And you begged me to help you take the steps to achieve that?"

To say that Marc couldn't believe what he was hearing didn't come close to describing it. And that his Father was saying these things in such a monotone voice. Confusion swept over Marc as he tried to take in the full weight of what he had just been told. With his head being as foggy as it had been the last week, it was hard to even hold onto one solid thought.

"Wha…wa… what are you talking about?!??!?! I don't want to be a girl!!! I'm on the football team!! This is our big year. The year all the pro scouts come to check us out!!! I'm going into college on a scholarship, it's what I've been working for the last…"

"Marc." His Father said, interrupting in that low, almost monotone voice he was using. "Now, you know that's not going to happen. You're not that good a player. Your grades are not good enough for a scholarship of any kind. With college costing what it does, without a scholarship, there will be no college"

Marc sat there still in complete stunned shock, trying to think this out. "But, even….even if I wasn't going to college, that doesn't mean I need to….become a girl?!"

"You know the two are connected. Your grades and your playing have slipped since the start of the year. Not that they were all that great to begin with. It's because you've been so distracted with what you've come to terms with, what you've always secretly known. That you would be happier as a girl. You've obviously repressed those feeling again and forgotten that we talked about this over the weekend."

"We did?" Marc said quietly, as he looked closer at the new bottle of pills.

"Yes, and I fully support you in this. How could I not? Your happiness is everything to me. And if you will be happier as a girl then I agree. Marc?" Henry said with a bit more force than the rest of his talk with his son. Marc looked up and met his Father's eyes. "You WILL be happier as a girl."

'I guess. I… I'm still going to play football." Marc said trying to sound a little defiant.

"Play as long as you feel comfortable doing so honey. But like I said, those pills are a new formulation the lab's came up with. Very strong, very quick working. You should., well, to put it delicately, you should be…budding by maybe the weekend."

Marc subconsciously looked down at his chest through his robe. The firm pecs with the dusting of brown hair across them. The circle of longer hairs around each nipple. Budding? The team had its first game that weekend. Practice started Wednesday. He would have… breasts growing by game day?

"I have to go to work now. Remember, take all your pills on time, and don't deny that becoming a girl is the best thing you've ever decided. Time to move forward and be true to yourself. I'm proud of you son."

Marc sat there for a while. Knowing that he still had to get dressed and get to school. While at the same time feeling like he didn't have the strength to even stand up. After a while he realized that, if his Dad said so, and was supporting him, it must be true. It's what his Dad said he wanted so, he'd have to accept it. Marc didn't know a lot about this whole bit but he knew there were plenty of teens who went through the same thing that got kicked out of his house, who's family never talked to them again. Marc was lucky, he guessed.

Marc picked up the new bottle his Father gave him and shook out a coupe of pills. Why did they have to be pink?

School was really hard to deal with for Marc that day. His Dad had said that his confusion and lower quality of work was because he was dealing with coming to terms with wanting to be a girl. But Marc couldn't think of anything else that day. It was like he was getting more confused now that he decided to transition.

Gym class was the worst. Marc had always been, as the saying goes, one of the boys. Palling around. Shooting the shit with his buds. But now things were different. They'd always be different from now on. Oh hell, was that why he didn't have a steady girlfriend for the last 8 months? And the reason he was always hanging out with the guys? Because he didn't really like girls and actually wanted to get closer to the guys than just friends?

As the school day progressed Marc found himself watching the girls, but not watching them the way he used to. Maybe studying them would be a better description. How they moved. How they wore their make up. Make up, Marc kept thinking. How was he going to wear make up? His Mom was long gone so it wasn't like he could go to her about any of this. Even the ex's he was still on speaking terms with….there was no way he could talk to them about this.

Marc was so tired by the time school ended, just from thinking about all of what was coming, he went straight home and right into bed. Didn't even come down hours later when his Father got home. Or when he was offered dinner. Except for the minute it took him to sit up and take his evening pills he just lay there, staring at the ceiling of his room. For some reason he found himself playing with his nipples. Did they feel kind of puffy already?

The next day at school was slightly better than the day before. Although out of defiance over what he's 'accepted', Marc didn't shave. More than a few people mentioned the scruffy look. He had wanted to respond, "Last chance to see it!", but just passed it off as being lazy.

Marc was changing back into his street clothes from his gym outfit, and changing quickly since he was becoming more and more uneasy being naked around other guys, when one of his buddies from the football team came up behind him.

"Hey dude, is something wrong?" a voice said from behind him.

Marc turned around quickly to find LeRoy Bridge coming up behind him. He was fresh from the shower. The large black linesman was dripping wet and not at all concerned as to how naked he was as he ran a towel over all his built up muscles. Being a suburban school, there could be a distance between the white and black team members. But Marc had known LeRoy or years. "Nothing up. Something seems like it's up?" Marc said making sure his shirt was covering himself and his pants were pulled up.

"Nah, just acting weirded out. Reason I came over, some of us are getting together to have a pre season strategy meeting tonight. Up for it?" LeRoy was finishing up drying off and wrapping the towel around his waist. Even covered, the guy's huge dick raised a lump on the front of the towel that Marc could not avoid staring at.

"Oh man, not tonight. Got uuuuhhhh….got something up that I can't get out of this late. But I'll be at training tomorrow." Marc said tearing his eyes away and paying far too much attention to how things were organized in his backpack.

"S'cool…ummm, you sure there's nothing up man? Nothing I can't help with?"

Marc found himself wanting to say "Can you help me get over my fear of going down on cock for the rest of my life by letting me at that monster of yours for a few minutes." But came up with "Nah, really, it's just, you know, stuff."

As the words came out of his mouth Marc found that not even he was believing it. And he knew LeRoy wasn't either. But the large black youth turned and walked back to his locker without pressing any further.

A wave of relief came over Marc as he pulled into the drive way of his house. At least when he was home he felt more comfortable, safe. As he walked up the front steps he noticed several large boxes left on the front stoop. There was not return address, no markings where they were from, but they were all addressed to him. He threw his backpack into the corner as he usually did and brought the boxes into the living room to check out what they were. With all that was going on, he was kind of excited to get these boxes out of nowhere. Maybe his Mom did remember his birthday after all. Even though it would be a couple of months late. But in opening the boxes, Marc knew immediately that this was not from his Mother.

Panties. Bras. Other lacy things he'd only seen in the Victoria's Secret window at the mall. The boxes were full of them. And except for a few piece in black, all were a girlie pink.

Even though he would have the house to himself for hours, Marc quickly closed up the boxes and took the upstairs to his bed room. There they sat on his bed for about an hour while he tried to come to grips with what he saw. Eventually he started going through the boxes, taking the silky undies out and laying them on his bed. When Marc found a couple of receipts he checked the info on them, finding that the orders had been placed over the internet. Firing up his computer he found the order info, the e-mails acknowledging the orders and the shipping notices. Which all came across over the last couple of days. But he didn't remember ever seeing any of those before.

Getting back to the underwear, Marc couldn't believe how much there was. How light they all felt as compared to the underwear he had used in his life up till now. And how tiny so much of it was. Again, after a lie of tightie whities and boxers, Marc was finding his options began and ended at what looked like thongs and gstrings. Not to mention bras, stocking, garters and what appeared to be bustiers.

'Well….let's see how I did on size." Marc said pulling his shirt over his head and taking off his pants and underwear. As he tossed his boxers onto the pile of dirty clothes in the corner he couldn't help but think it might be one of the last times he'd be wearing them, so why bother washing.

Bras were first. Or at least he tried. Not that they didn't fit. Surprisingly it was perfect. And his experience of taking off his girlfriend's helped with his putting them on. But he just didn't have the material to fill up the cups yet. Even pushing and prodding his pecs the cups were fairly empty. Fairly large too. Marc guessed that he must have been on a trans planning high and gave his tits a lot of credit to fill these in. The straps hurt his shoulders some, even after he smoothed out the couple of twists in them. Maybe after….after his muscles started going down from when he stopped playing football the straps would feel better. Wouldn't need all these muscles when he…became a she. And he wouldn't have ordered all these undies if that wasn't what he wanted.

Moving onto panties, Marc found the opposite of what happened with the bra. Instead of not having enough material to fill it up, he had too much material filling his pink panty. Big old dumb cock getting in the way. Pulling the panty up was great. He could barely feel the material it was so light. And it went on almost like a jock strap. Instead of the two straps outlining his ass, there was just the one that went up the crack. He kept thinking that the one strap parting his butt felt really good. Really soft. But the front was killing him. Women's panties just weren't made to hold a guy's dick. Marc even tried squatting down, tucking his dick between his legs, but it wouldn't stay in place long enough to give him the feeling he wanted. Which made him start thinking that he wouldn't be able to wear a proper pair of panties till….he had his dick cut off. No, no, till he had the vagina he always was supposed to have. Which wouldn't be there till his dick was cut off.

Marc pulled the thong he had been trying to wear off and tossed it on the bed. Then he remembered something about one of the boxes and one of the web sites. Digging through he found a separate collection of undies that looked a bit different. And the name on the box was "Manties, For A Real Man Wears Lace". Gabbing a pair of those he eagerly pulled them up his legs. After adjusting the strap up his butt, which he was getting good at, Marc saw that these were perfect. Just enough of a pouch in front so his dick could rest in the material, not get squeezed out the sides. They felt great. MAN, he was going to be loving wearing these instead of those lame boxers. So soft and smooth.

Marc had to try more. Doing a bra again wasn't going to help but, there were those garters. He had loved it when Betty wore some a few years back as part of her Halloween costume. And Marc didn't see any panty hose in the orders. At first Marc didn't know which was the front of the garters, they didn't have a tag in back like his boxers, but figured the little heart embroidery must face the front. He took some time adjusting them. Then taking what he thought had to be the matching hose, he sat on chair he usually used to work on his computer and started pulling them up. Didn't really work too well. They were really tight, but he guessed they had to be. Never saw any women wearing baggy stockings like guys wear baggy jeans. Then he remembered seeing someone like bunching the hose up and then pulling them up his leg. Marc tried that on his left leg first. And it worked. He took it slow, got them up a few inches, smoothed them out, then did it again till the hose reached the upped part of his legs. The other leg was much easier to do. Got both up without any snags. Getting out of the chair he was able to attach the hose to the clips on the front of the garter but couldn't quite get the ones in back. Thinking maybe if he could see them at a better angle Marc moved over to the mirror over his dresser to see if that would help. But then he saw himself.

Big dumb ass football player wearing girlie panties and making sure his garter was on right. Stupid little clips hanging down waiting for the legging to be snapped into them. Dick housed in a black silk pouch with some type of stretch fabric that held it back some, closer to his body, making it look less like he even had a dick. And all around the crotch, instead of smooth skin, a forest of wiry groin hair. Legs were insanely ugly. Legs of a football player. Thick with muscles, covered in hair. Hair that was now matted against the tight fabric covering his legs. Looked like an idiot. Didn't care what the hell he was 'coming to terms with', he wasn't going to live his life this freak.

There was nothing delicate about the way Marc ripped the girlie underwear off him. The hose that went up without a snag now had a giant run down each of them. Didn't even attempt to pull the garter belt down, he just ripped it off. The elastic snapping it like a rubber band. Only the 'manties' survived the assault but they were soon thrown back into the boxes, as were the rest of the clothes.

Marc was still throwing the underwear around when a knock at his bedroom door was quickly followed by his Father coming in the room.

"Marc I was going to…HEY Marc!! What is going on? What's the matter?"

Marc was almost crying when as he stopped his rampage, and slumped on the end of his bed. "Don't know what I'm doing. These things came today. I'm sorry, I'm sorry Dad…it's girl underwear. Don't even remember ordering this shit. Looked like a freak…"

"Marc….Marc. First off, calm down." Henry said sitting next to his son, putting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him close. "Marc, you really don't remember? I know about the underwear. That's how I found out about all of this. I saw the charges on your credit card, asked you what they were for and you just….unloaded." Henry said in the calm, even reassuring voice he used with Marc when discussing his transition.

"Don't remember any…"

"It just must have been so cathartic and so stressful at the same time, your mind is just shutting it out. But it's OK. I understand. What was the problem? Didn't you get the size right? That would be fully understandable for you first orders."

"Well….the bra didn't fit but, I'm not big enough yet. But my legs are too big and too hairy… the hose looked…."

"OK, well I know one way to fix part of that. Notice how supportive I'm being. Why don't you shave your legs and see how they look then. Got a feeling that's a major part. Not even women look good in hose when their legs are all hairy. And trust me, I've seen some."

That got a slight chuckle out of Marc. Henry could feel his son relax some.

"Why don't you try this. Go run yourself a good hot bath. Just go soak for a while and unwind. Now, if I remember how your Mom used to do it, after letting your legs soak for a bit, the hair should shave off like butter. Take your shaving cream with you, take a couple of Bics and… most importantly, take your time."

"Guess that would work…."

"I'll go order us a pizza. Feel like pizza tonight? It usually takes well over an hour for them to deliver. So you have plenty of time to be done by the time it's here. Sound good?"

"Sounds really good. Thanks Dad."

"That's OK Honey. Take a couple of the pills before you hit the tub, it should help relax you. Marc, remember. Relax. Shave. Retry the stockings again. They will look better to you."

Marc did feel much more relaxed as he went into his bathroom and got the hot water running. He didn't have anything along the lines of bubble bath, not yet anyway, but he did have some liquid body soap. He squeezed a good amount of the green liquid into the stream of water coming out of the tap. The tub was soon filled with warm, border lining on hot, water and soap bubbles. Marc threw back a couple each of the pills and then lowered himself into the water. What with all the sports he had been playing all his life, he couldn't remember the last time he took a real bath instead of a quick shower. But as always, his Father was right. He started to relax almost immediately. While he knew it was only a coupe of days that he had been taking the hormones, Marc played a bit with squeezing his pecs together to see what kind of cleavage he could make. Turned out he could make a pretty good set. Just weren't the right size to fill out the bra yet. But soon enough he reached over to the side of the tub where he left the razor and started in oh his legs. It was pretty hard going at first, but then he found he could first go with the growth to cut down the length, then against the growth to get it incredible smooth. At least Marc found he wasn't muscle bound like some of the bigger members of the team. He could bend his legs around and maneuver just right to get behind his knee and the lower parts of his calves. After he was done he still rested in the tub, letting the warm water cradle him. Once in a while lifting a leg out of the suds to stare at the hair free flesh. Only a knick here and there to show his amateur status. Knowing the food would be there soon Marc got out of the tub and stood under the shower head quickly to wash away any last stray hairs. While he was there, the thought just came to Marc and he went for it. He grabbed the razor, soaped it up and shaved his ass of every last hair. Even parting his checks with his hands and shaving in between.

Walking from the bathroom back to his bed room felt great. The water was drying from his smooth legs, leaving them feeling cool in the open air. He didn't remember them feeling this great back before puberty kicked in and covered them with fur. It wasn't THAT long ago. Marc picked up the boxes he had thrown around and went through till he found a new outfit. He went with the pink this time instead of the black. There was a great panty and garter belt set. Matching lace and frilly. That might have been the problem with the other set, the black set. Too sultry for a first time, he needed something… kind of innocent. There was just a little more to the back of the 'mantie' but most of it was still going up his butt. Marc took a second to turn to check his shaving handy work. He found al ass that was still rock solid but smooth as stone, partially covered in pink satin. Could as ass blush? The front needed a little adjusting the smoothing. His skin still a bit too wet from soaking to be able to keep his dick tucked between his thighs. That's when he noticed something else different from the first pair. The front hung down more due to his dick, the fabric not quite as stretchy as the previous pair. It made an almost V shape going from his hips down to his crotch. It exposed a lot more of his dick hair. Marc had shaved on the sides of his crotch but no torched the actual bush. He trotted back to the bathroom and within a few minutes had clipped down his pubic bush to a neat patch. Along with shaving from just above the bush to his navel. This time when he looked in the mirror to check, it looked great. Like powerful due to the muscles still being there, and now without hair, but unmistakingly feminine with the smoothness and the pink panty.

The garter belt and the hose went on like he had been doing it all his life. The top of the hose was covered in two inches of white lace. And even though they were just as tight as the first pair, they didn't feel tight. As a matter of fact, Marc could barely feel them at all till he sat down. Then the cool fabric rubbed up against each other. And they looked so much leaner than before. Sure the muscles were still there, and sort of bulged in the wrong places for a girl, but all together it looked great.

Marc thought he'd take a could of minutes to put everything away, when he noticed a bra that must have passed him by the first go round. On the back of the pink fabric were the words, "Boy's First Bra." Well, he was still technically a boy and he needed a first bra. Slipping it on he found what the difference was. The cups weren't made to be filled up with what was already there, they were made to create something that wasn't. The fabric pulled against his chest, so that with some pulling and pushing he could fill the area with his pecs, making it look like breasts. Really small breasts but, Marc had tits!!!

Taking a deep breath, Marc turned again to face the mirror he freaked out in front of earlier in the day. This time, what a difference!! Again, he knew it was still too muscular, shoulders too wide, hips not wide enough, but it was great!!! He…he could maybe see this happening after all. Lose some of the mass, let his hair grow, let his tits come in more… That's when Marc noticed just how male he still was. The thin fabric covering his crotch was having quite a time to keep covering. His hard on was more than evident. And getting bigger all the time. He checked the clock, it was at least an hour since his Dad came to talk to him, the food had to be there soon. Still, he was so horny, so pent up fro the last couple of days.

Quickly jumping on his bed and laying back, Marc pulled the panty down and grabbed his shaft. For a second he thought maybe it didn't feel quite as hard as it had in the past, or as long, but it didn't matter. Didn't matter that he was going to one day have it removed for a pussy. Right now his hard dick was in his rough hand and he was stroking like it was the first time, not one of the last. Rubbing his stocking encased legs together just sent him into sensory overload. Along with the his nut sack brushing up against his pulled down panties. Looking down to see his dick, Marc found he wasn't seeing the hard pecs he was used to, but looking past a pert pair of tits. It wasn't long before he shot off, almost hitting his new bras with cum.

Marc knew he didn't have time so he cleaned himself off and then started pulling off the bra. But he couldn't do it. He just put it on, put all of it on, and didn't want to get out. So he threw on his baggiest old beat up sweat short and his loosest sweat pants, along with a pair of sock to cover the hose and headed down stairs. His Father was already sitting at the kitchen table eating pizza and reading a book.

"It just came." His Father said, with Marc jokingly thinking, So did I, to himself. "I thought you might need some more time. Things go… OK?"

"Went fine. Thanks for the words of encouragement." Marc said loading his plate up with pizza slices. At least his appetite was still that of a growing boys.

'You uh…still wearing some of it?"

Marc stopped for a second and looked up from his plate. He still didn't know if a butt could blush, but he knew his face was. "Umm, how, can you see… ?"

"It's your shirt. It's kind of big and the neck is all stretched out. I can see a bra strap." His father said pointing to Marc's left shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Marc said quickly adjusting his shirt.

"No no, it's fine. Something I'm going to have to get used to… something I want to get used to for you. Actually, would you mind if I saw?"

Marc thought for just a second that it was an odd request. But he never held anything back from his Father. And it was something he had to get used to. So Marc stood, pulled his short up to show the bra and lowered the sweat pants just enough to show the panties and garters. But he quickly pulled them back up and couldn't make eye contact with is Father for several minutes.

"You know, I've been thinking." His Father said trying to break the ice again. " I think we makes a hair remover for one of the beauty product companies. I can see about getting you a few bottles to try out. Might be easier than shaving?"

"Yea, that would be great. And you know, I've been thinking too. You know, not all women as girlie and soft. There are a lot of great female athletes these days. Just because I'm changing my sex doesn't mean I have to give up sports. Sure I might not be able to compete, that wouldn't be fair to natural woman but…"

"No Marc. That's not going to happen. You're not going to be come that type of girl. You wouldn't be transitioning if there were a reason for you to still play sports." Henry said in a stern even voice. The words seem to sink into Marc's consciousness as if he had heard the same thing 100 times. "I'm only letting you play Football till the changes become too obvious because it would be cruel to make you go cold turkey."

"OK. Just an idea."

"I know. It's hard but, it needs to be this way. You know that's right. I'm not saying these things to be mean, I hope you know that. I love you and everything I do is in your best interest."

"I know."

It was quite between the two men for a time. Marc picked at his food for a bit but the remaining teen boy instincts took over and soon he was downing the pizza slice after slice.

"By the way, starting tomorrow you can double the hormone pills dosage. There can be a bad skin reaction sometimes. I knew you wouldn't have it but I wanted to be sure. You haven't seen any sign of breaking out have you?" Henry said starting up the conversation again.

"No, nothing. Ummm, but I'm already taking 2 pills four times a day."

"And now it will be 4 pills 4 times a day. Don't tell me you're having trouble with math already, like a girl would? That's so sweet."

Marc knew his Father was joking. Really knew it was suppose to be funny. He just didn't know why the comment stuck with him for so long.

 

Part 2

That night Marc slept better than he had since this started. He took the hose and garter belt off but left the panty and bra. He knew women didn't usually sleep with a bra, he just wasn't ready to take it off yet. Might have been a little more uncomfortable than he was used to, but Marc was so turned on by the feeling of the undies, and the feeling of his shaved legs under his sheets, it didn't matter.

In the morning, as he took the bra off to get ready for his shower, he noticed something odd about his chest. It didn't go back to looking like pecs. Before putting on the bra his pecs were on the large size, square with just a little hang under them. Now, they were kind of rounder on each side. Leading from his underarm area to around his nipples. Nipples still looked OK though, still like a guy's. Last night, manipulating the flesh on his chest he could feel the hard muscles under the fairly thin fat layer on top. Now he had to press harder through thicker flesh to feel the muscles of his chest. The growth though was not completely breast like, not even like a little girl. It wasn't enough for him to feel any extra weight on his chest, or movement when he walked, but he also knew he wasn't being paranoid. He had hoped he would have more time before there was obvious sign of changes. Mainly to get more used to the whole idea. Mainly to have one last chance to prove to his Father that he WAS good at football. Mainly, he just wasn't completely ready to have tits yet. Instead of freaking out even more, Marc sat on his bed and thought through the day. He could… he could wear a t-shirt under his regular shirt, and not take it off while changing for practice that afternoon. It was getting cold out so layers of clothing wouldn't be completely out of the question. If anyone asked he could say his old football protective plastic armor pads were scratching him, and the t-shirt helped. AND once he had the pads in place, over his shoulders and across his chest, it would hide the growth all the more during practice. Yea, not only would that work, it was brilliant!

And being that proud of himself set Marc off to start the day felling great, and not let the feeling go. Along with having a great evening, playing around with the lacy under things, knowing how great he looked in them, just made the day fly by for him. Marc felt more like his old self, even though he knew he was still not getting as close to people as he had before. He was hoping that maybe at football practice he would be even more comfortable with acting himself. Cause it was on the field that he always felt he could let it all go.

The coach had them suit up completely for the training session, full on football gear. Marc noticed how the stretch pants part of the uniform felt very much like the hose he wore the night before, but the jock was no match for the silk pleasure the 'mantie' thong was. For a moment he thought of trying to get the two straps of his jock to go up between his ass cheeks instead of around his butt, but didn't think he could get away with positioning it like that around all the guys.

"What the hell did you do man?" He heard from behind him. Marc again found LeRoy coming up behind me. The black teen was fully dressed in his football uniform and was carrying his helmet in his hand. "Am I seeing what I'm seeing? Or not seeing?"

"What…what are you talking about?" Marc asked incredibly nervously.

"Certain forest of leg hair missing boy. Been parading those furry legs around the gym since Middle school and suddenly you're as shaved smooth as I am naturally. Do NOT tell me that is why you bailed on us last night. To shave your legs?!?!" LeRoy said with a smile on his face, sitting across from where Marc was dressing.

Marc's mind went into over drive. He forgot all about the shaving and trimming down his dick hair. Was so concerned about his chest looking normal enough still that no one would know what was going on, for forgot about the missing leg hair.

"Keep it down! No there was other stuff up. You wouldn't know since you've yet to become a grown up like the rest of us. But when you're pulling on these stretch shorts, what leg hair that isn't yanked out, painfully, the first time is taken little by little over the season. Thought I'd give a shave a try or start popping Vicodin." Marc said PRAYING it would be just stupid enough an idea to pass as real.

"Instead of the stuff we've been seeing you take since the start of the year?"

"Hey, the swim team shaves their whole BODIES to cut down on water resistance. Maybe it'll help cut down wind resistance with my running for a pass."

"The swim team shaves their legs cause they're a load of crazy ass fags. Which is why we don't let them on the football team. You just happen to only be crazy, but we knew that for years. You ready?"

"Yea, let's go."

To say that Marc struggled with everything that afternoon was an understatement. Not that he didn't try, he gave it his all. It was just that 'his all' was far from what it used to be. He got winded quickly and felt as week as he'd ever felt. His concentration was for shit but that was par for the course since he started taking the memory supplements his Father gave him. He was being tackled constantly which hurt his chest like hell. Which made him hesitate certain moves which made him play even worse. The true nightmare hit shortly after that. When the Coach balled him out, Marc had to admit he deserved, and then he started to cry. He wasn't even strong enough to stop it from humiliating himself. As the Coach reminded him before throwing him off the field, crying like a girl.

Marc left his uniform behind after he cleaned out his locker of all Football team material. Maybe who ever was going to take his place on the team could use it. Marc was really trying not to cry as he walked past the field where the rest of the team was still being allowed to practice. While he went home to his panties and to watch is tits grow. His Dad was right. He wasn't going to be one of those athletic girls. He was just going to be a girl. Despite all the muscles he guessed hadn't been that far from being one all along.

As Marc got to the far end of the field he could hear someone calling his name. LeRoy ran up to him on the other side of the fence, out of breath from the sprint over. They were far away from the other players where no one could hear them.

"Marc… what is going on?" he said as sincere as anyone has ever asked. "Let me help, let anyone help."

Marc just turned and walked to his car before he started crying again.

His Father again tried to console Marc as best he could about the incident. Along with reminding Marc that he had been trying to warn him that this might happen. And that his Father was always right.

Marc's Father did have a bag full of items for Marc though. He had found the hair removal cream he talked about. Henry explained that it was also something of a hair inhibitor. So that not only would it talk longer for the hair to regrow. The more Marc used it the less it would come back. Then Henry showed Marc the rest of the bag's contents. Out spilled more make up than Marc had ever seen before. Lipsticks, eye shadows, eye liners, nail polish, blushes, covers, lip liners… Different shades of each, blues and reds mixed in with different variations on tan and brown. All the things Marc would ever need to get started. Nothing he had the slightest idea on how to use.

"Wow, that's a lot. Hope these are the trial size things you get once I a while, like the deodorant, for free. Hate for you to spend all this much money on me." Marc said digging though the products.

"Don't worry about that. Don't question a thing. I'm happy to help and I know you're happy to have all a great array of make up to pick from. You just do what ever you need to do, go to any lengths, to get comfortable with using what ever makes you look pretty. Understand Marc?" his Father said.

"Sure, Dad, sure."

He had to just keep remembering, it was for the best, his Father was just trying to help. And that he couldn't figure out the underwear immediately from the day before and that worked out OK. This would too. Thanking his Father again, Marc took the bag of beauty products up to his room. At first he though about laying them out on his dresser, but figured the bathroom would be best. Although once he got all the items out of the bag and on to the sink, he wished he had a bigger bathroom. Well, he thought, not like I need all this old boy shit anymore. Into his little bathroom trashcan went his bottles of cologne, he'd have to look into getting some real perfume. His hair gel, no more punking it up for parties. Wouldn't be needing his stronger deodorant that helped cover up his man stink after a hard game. Probably wouldn't be seeing the inside of a locker room ever again so no need to worry about athletes feet, or need the power to get rid of it. Marc even tossed in the couple of brand new sticks of black paint that athletes put on their cheeks to cut down on glare from the sun. Unless he was going to also become a Goth girl and smear that shit around his eyes, not under them, he wouldn't be needing that any longer either. When he was done, there was now plenty of room for his new stuff.

Stuff he still had no idea what to do with. Well, sure he had kind of an idea how to put lipstick on. And Marc knew those little brush thingies were to make your eyelashes longer. But even then there had to be a difference between just slopping it on and applying it so it looked good. At least he could use the hair remover tonight. The instructions on that seemed pretty straight forward. Shake well, point, spray, wait 7 to 8 minutes, shower, don't use soap. Marc felt that even he could handle that.

His legs were still fine. There was a bit of a stubble feeling if he rubbed them real hard but not enough to need a reshave or try this foam out on. But his cheat was still pretty hairy. If his chest looked like it might be budding while covered with fur, lets see what it looks like when it's smooth as a centerfolds.

Marc took the can, shook it up and started spraying everything above his groin. From where he stopped shaving the other night to just below his neck, in the underarms and even his shoulders. He didn't think he had much, if any hair on his back. But he had to wait a few minutes. Standing in the bathroom watching the foam kind of settle down on his skin as it did its job. His arms slightly hunched outwards so his pits were open to the air instead of pressed against him while the foam there worked. While he waited the 5 to 7 minutes Marc kept looking at all the make up. There was just no way he knew what to do with all that.

Then he remembered. Getting ready for the football season one of the other guys on the team found some videos on Youtube that showed how other teams handled some plays and did their training. Could some women maybe have put some instructional videos online that might help. Hell, it was Youtube. Were there drag queens who posted how a guy can make up to look like a girl?

Marc wanted to go check the internet but he still had a few minutes waiting for the stuff to take effect. It also started to get warm, like burning get warm. It had gotten a bit more than uncomfortable by the time he jumped in the shower and started brushing the foam off. With it, most of the hair went too. His skin was kind of red, but it did do a better job than shaving. Marc just did a little touch up with his razor for spots that didn't get enough foam for it to work. And got out of the shower practically hairless from the neck down, save for a neatly trimmed patch of dick hair.

Marc looked in the mirror with mixed emotions. Having spent his life as a boy who thought he would always be a boy, sports figures like bodybuilders were the epitome of manhood. Their shaved down bodies, keeping nothing from people being able to see their built up muscles. Marc wasn't as big as those guys, but he could now clearly see the results of his years playing football, working out in the gym, running in the off season. Nicely buff without being too big. No signs of ever slacking off in his training. Except for now his chest. And the swelling around the nipples that could not be anything else but breast growth. His Dad said the stuff worked fast. Marc slipped the bra from the night before on. Again shifting the flesh of his chest to make it look like breasts. It wouldn't be long.

Marc got on his computer and started searching Youtube. He found a lot of videos but not really what he was looking for. There were guys showing how they made themselves up to look like women. Some starting out looking older and more male than Marc currently did, and winding up looking more female than he ever thought he could achieve. There just wasn't a lot of details given. What was with the foundation they put on first. And some even seemed to use like a green covering over their beard. Wouldn't that draw more attention? After doing some digging he found that not only were some of the videos shot at the same place, but it was somewhere downtown. Doing some more digging he found their web site. "Mamma Tee's Boutique". It was oddly worded. It said everything BUT that it was a store for men to come and dress like women. They offered make overs and instructions. Could they… Marc checked the clock, it was almost 9. He'd been at it for hours. They might still be open. Could he…

"Mamma Tee's" the upbeat voice said on the phone. Marc had heard voices like that before. The voice of a man trying to sound like a woman. "Hello, can I help you?"

"Ummmm, yes I was wondering if I could make an appointment? For instructions. Make up instructions?" Marc said with more shake to his voice than he'd ever heard.

"Sure thing doll. We have an opening on Saturday?"

Marc did the math in his head real quick. If he went over the weekend, there'd be a lot of people on the street seeing him go in there, knowing why he was going in. But if he cut classes he could go during the day when most people were at work. "Anything during the week? Like Tuesday afternoon, early afternoon?"

"Sorry sweetie, not going to be open on Tuesday. How about 1:30 on Wednesday? Does that work for you?"

"Yea, yea that will be fine. You know…you know I'm a guy? That's OK right? You're going to be showing…"

"Hun, it's what we're here for. Don't worry. We'll take care of you. If you've got any make up of your own you'd like help with bring it along. Otherwise we've got everything you need. What's you name, Hon?"

"…Marc."

"OK Marc, This is Momma Tee and I'll see you at 1:30. You have a good evening."

He was kind of on a high when he hung up the phone. Marc was as scared about the next steps he was going to be taking, as he was excited. He knew he was doing the right thing, even though it was a bit odd. But he knew he was doing what was needed to reach his goal. Just like his Dad said.

It has been a long week though. And it was only Wednesday. Looking for information on the internet at least made Marc feel like he was accomplishing things. A bit more centered, like he might be getting a grasp of all this.

So the next morning, Marc did everything he usually would to get ready for school. Except go to school. His Dad always left before him, and this day was no different. So once he watched his Father's car pull out of the drive way, go down the street and disappear around the corner, Marc kicked off his shoes and headed back up to his room, and his computer.

The day was spent going from one transgender site after another. Checking out message boards. Reading other trans women's accounts. Marc was happy to read all the stories, glad to know he wasn't alone, but none of the accounts sounded anything close to what he was going through. So many of the others lived so much of their lives as girls or women before they even started to consider transitioning. And he had not even worn a skirt yet.

In the early afternoon Marc decided that if he was going to have the house to himself, he might as well try on more of his special clothing. He really now wanted the bras to be filled out right, but they still looked odd sitting on his chest. Everything fitting right except for the empty cup. And they were built so that even stuffing them with toilet paper might have filled them out, but looked dumb with toilet paper cleavage. Trying not to get too frustrated, he tossed it aside and went back to the bra he was having so much luck with and some of the tighter panties.

The trick he tried the other day worked this time. Securing his dick in the stretch fabric of the panty he was able to pull it back, till it practically disappeared. Something that completely amazed Marc. He left his computer for a while to just stare at what now appeared to be an empty groin in his bathroom mirror. Marc kept thinking maybe he was just nervous or new to it the other night when it didn't work.

Marc moved his dick around some more to see if he could make the area even smoother, when like it did the other night, it just felt different. Marc pulled down his panties and started playing with his dick some. Damn if it wasn't noticeably smaller now. He looked around his new forest of beauty products and found the hand cream. Pumping a small amount into his hands Marc started using that to play with himself. It was taking forever though. And he just felt so much smaller. When he rested his dick, as hard as he could get it, in the palm of his hand, it didn't even stretch from one end to the other. Shit, after great game once he got so hard he could wrap BOTH hands around his cock when he jagged off in the shower. At least his nuts were… DAMN his nuts were barely there anymore. Marc tried to stop worrying about it and just get the job done. Tried concentrating on other things, like…well he tried thinking about past girlfriends wearing the outfit he was now wearing, but that did nothing. Then he tried guys, but he didn't know that many guys he would be attracted to. Football players maybe but he didn't know what any football players looked like naked except for the guys on his team….like LeRoy when he came over the other day….out of the shower… As confused as to why the thought of LeRoy was the one thing that got him to shoot, Marc was just happy that something did it. So happy in fact that he didn't even notice that the much smaller amount of cum he shot into the sink was all but clear.

The session did have the effect that it helped calm Marc down some more. Taking the day off from school turned out to be the right thing he felt. He might be able to handle school, and he was working on handling … all this… but handling school WHILE he was handling all this… he just needed the break. Marc even felt comfortable to leave his room in the afternoon, dressed up in his undies, without covering them up. He'd been wandering around the house in his boxers for years but, leaving his room in just the lacy undies was a big step. But he got through the evening safe. His Dad gave him more support, he wasn't letting up on his positive view of the whole situation. Which made Marc feel all the more secure.

Things had gone so well that Marc tempted fate and stayed home the next day too. Again he pretended to get ready for school. Tried to act as normal as possible, but as soon as his Dad was out the door he was up the steps and into his panties.

Most of the day was again spent surfing the web for transgender information. Of course 99% of the stuff Marc came up with while doing a search was bizarre drag queen porn which wasn't exactly what he was gong for. There were some sites that promised pictures of real post operative women having sex, which marc thought he might look at just to see how the end results came out. But they were all pay sites and he figured he'd given his Father enough of a shock finding charges for bras and panties on his credit card.

But while Marc was feeling safe in the house, he was also feeling really cooped up. Except for a couple of days of school he hadn't been out of the four walls of his bedroom since, well that last night he hung out with all the guys. It was still early afternoon and thought maybe a quick run to the mall would be good to clear his head. He didn't really want to change out of his girl clothes so he threw on some old but thick jeans and a sweatshirt that was fairly thick too. And just before he headed out Marc grabbed his Varsity Sports school jacket to wear too, that should cover well. He was a little hesitant to wear it, since technically he was eligible to wear it. But it had earned it and, hell, his Dad had paid for it.

It had been a while since Marc had gone to the local mall. Hadn't realized how much of his shopping was done on line these days. All the CD stores were gone, too many people loading up their iPods. Sports Authority, Nike Store, Footlocker….pretty much a waste of time now. Marc ducked into the comic store for a bit. Couldn't remember the last time he regularly picked up a comic series. After flipping through the stacks he found one character he'd forgotten about, but it made his laugh some at the image. The She Hulk. Big green muscle bound female superhero. Well shit, bump up his boobs and a coat of green paint and Marc figured he wasn't that far off the being the She-Hulk himself. Certainly was never going to be in Wonder Woman's league of femininity.

While passing the one lone last giant department store still open, Marc saw that the perfume counter was close to the entrance. He'd never really thought about how close to the front of the store the section was. But the sparkling bottles of perfume were certainly a draw and caught the eye. Just looking over the bottles was intimidating. How could anyone be expected to pick anything other than just a random throw of the dart? And if you picked something wrong you were stuck with something you just spent a small fortune on that you'd never wear.

"Can I help you sir" a voice asked off to the side.

"No" Marc said WAY too nervously. "I'm just looking. Getting uhhhh, getting a birthday present ideas."

" I see. Is it for your Mother or a girlfriend?" the saleswoman asked

"My sister. Twin sister." Where'd the fuck did he come up with twin sister.

"Well perfume is a bit of a personal item. We do sell gift certificates, although that can be the other side of the spectrum of being far too impersonal. Would you like a few free samples? I could give you a small variety of scents. Have your sister tell you which one she likes best and we could always go from there to narrow down a gift she would like and is in your price range?"

Marc at first was going to turn her down and make a break for it, but free shit was free shit. "That would be great and a big help. Thank you very much. I'm very lost at all of this."

"Most boys into sports are. I'll just take a minute." The saleswoman said turning away to gather the samples she promised.

Marc was feeling pretty good. Scored a bag of free stuff. With the free makeup his Dad got him he was getting pretty well set up. He started fiddling with the display perfume bottles while he waited but nearly dropped one when his eye caught something in a mirror on the counter.

Reflected way in the distance behind him, quite clearly, were a number of guys heading through the mall, all wearing Varsity jackets from his school. Marc checked his watch real quick. DAMN! Half hour after classes got out, he's lost track of time. Quickly Marc threw off his jacket, rolled into a ball and held it in front of him, trying his best to keep his back to the guys out in the mall. If he was just wearing the average standard school jacket, there'd be no problem. Anyone could get one. But the Varsity jackets were different in style and how they displayed the school colors. Which is why the saleswoman knew he was into sports. And why he was able to tell the guys in the mall were Varsity. Which meant they could look in, see his jacket and wonder which member of the team was hanging out at the perfume counter!!! What was taking her so long.

"You know, that's OK I don't want to take up any of your time. I'll just come back with her and…"

"Oh I almost have it. I just remembered we got in a very few samples of Sara Jessica Parker's new scent that I think would make a nice surprise for her. Just need to find them."

Marc could hear their voices getting louder, which meant they were getting closer. He prayed that since they were still real guys, they wouldn't have a reason to come in a store like this. He hadn't till today. Repositioning himself Marc found a better mirror to watch the guys. He could see he knew them now. LeRoy, Parker, Adam and he was pretty sure Thomas. If they saw it was him, they would come over and want to know what was going on. Marc kept moving to keep his back between himself and the guys when he saw something else in the mirror.

His little breasts showing through his shirt. Just barely. Maybe it was the lighting causing them to shadow more than at home. Maybe it was the way he was holding the damn jacket in front of him, kind of bunching his chest up some. Maybe he was having a panic attack at the thought of the only thing worse than being caught picking up perfume when the guys would know he'd have no one to give it to, was to be caught picking up perfume because you're growing in your own set of tits!!

"Sorry for the wait, here you are." The saleswoman said handing over a bag far too small to be worth this stress.

"Thank you. Sorry to rush but… I have to take a crap." Marc said trying to come up with some reason why he bolted for the exit out into the parking lot that HAD to make security think he swiped something on the way out.

But he didn't care. He was out of the building and headed towards his car. Had to walk around the outside of the huge mall but it wasn't like he could go back in. The guys MIGHT see him and everyone WOULD see him again crying like a fucking little girl. Marc was so upset pulling out of the mall that he almost crashed into another car. The sudden thought of getting into a crash, while wearing his girlie undies and having to explain… Marc just took it nice and slow on the way home, sticking to back street.

When Marc got home to the safety of the house, he took a deep breath of relief hit the play button on the answering machine. Thinking it was his Father calling to see where he wanted to eat on their usual Friday night out dinner. It wasn't his Father.

"Mr. Jacobs this is Principal Cook of Grove High again. Just confirming from our talk this morning that I'll see you and Marc in my office Monday morning to discuss Marc's recent absences along with our concerns over his grades and expulsion from the football team. Thank you."

This is where Marc found one major draw back to wearing thong panties even in the privacy of your own home. That when you almost shit you yourself, there's nothing there to catch it.

While Marc stressed out for the rest of the day, he was relived to find his Father was perfectly OK not only with his staying home, but having a meeting with the Principal on Monday.

"For one thing Marc, you're technically an adult since you've over 18. While I want you to still go to school, there's nothing I can do to force you and nothing they can do either. As for you missing class, I do wish you had told me."

"I'm sorry Dad." Marc said in a voice he didn't think he could have made that small two weeks before.

"I think we're at a place where we're well beyond ever having to keep anything from one another. We'll just talk to Mr. Cook. You know, we were going to have to tell the school sooner or later. There's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. It's not like you're breaking the law. You're just doing what's right for you. And you know I love you for doing what's right regardless of what the school might think."

A sudden shock came over Marc. His Dad was right of course, he always was. But Marc had hoped on keeping his transition, basically, under wraps till he graduated. Maybe wear bulky clothes all winter. Today proved he needed to do that already. Get a lame ass note to get out of PE. But not walk around the school like a girl. Not dress up and wear make up around people who were his friends.

"You want to go put some more clothes on and we'll get dinner out tonight?"

Marc looked down to see what his Father was talking about. He hadn't even thought about the fact that he was sitting here, talking to his Dad while only wearing a bra and panties. How used to all this stuff was he already? How out of it was he becoming.

Marc muttered something along the likes of "Sure" and ran up the stairs to change. While he thought he could get away with at least wearing the panties out of the house, the whole "Car Wreck – Hospital – Everyone sees" scenario started overwhelming him again. Certainly the bra was a no go. They wouldn't droop that much if he didn't war it for a few hours.

But when Marc took the bra off, he found things were budding as his Father said they might. No wonder they were so obvious in the store. There on his chest, just in back of his nipples. Two obvious mounds beginning. Small that's for sure. Marc had heard, and seen in the bodybuilding magazine he bought once in a while about something called a 'Bitch's Tit." Something bodybuilders grew when they took steroids without a doctor and screwed up their body chemistry. These weren't Bitch's Tits. Just tits. He reached up and gave each a little flip with his fingers. The shock wave of sensation that ran through him almost got his little dick hard again. If that was going to be what it was like when they came in… Marc through a t-shirt on but, just barely, they were noticeable through them. A regular shirt over the t-shirt worked fine. He even got up the courage to ask his Father if he 'saw anything' before they left the house. Which his Father reassuringly said, no.

Essentially Marc spent the weekend staring at his tits and waiting for the meeting with the Principal. He read on line that young girls needed to war a 'trainer bra' as their breasts came in to help shape them. That without that support the breasts would sag. Marc guessed that's what the "Boy's First Bra" he had been wearing was doing. He guessed that was a good thing. If he was going to have tits he wanted nice perky titties, not big saggy, hanging down to her knees boobs like Aunt Shirley.

He didn't feel like he could go to the game that Saturday night. Too many people would want to know where he'd been. Or ask why he wasn't on the team any longer. At least the town was big enough and local sports popular enough that he could watch the game on the local access cable TV channel. His Dad was out, as he often was. So Marc snagged a beer, sat on the couch in the basement in his bra and boxers watching the game and scratching himself. While he still had something to scratch.

But Monday morning came. As much as Marc wished it didn't. His Father had left the house incredibly early, saying he had something to take care of before they saw the Principal, but would be there on time. He wasn't. Marc was left sitting with the Principal in uncomfortable silence for almost 10 minutes before his Dad showed up. Who quickly apologized for his lateness and delivered the news about Marc's upcoming gender transition. Much, needless to say, to Principal Cook's shock.

"Really? I'm sorry. That was rude,. Yes, well. … … OK. " he said trying to snap back to professionalism. "Well, Marc… I can't say that I fully understand what you're going through, but I can see why things have been happening the way they have now. While we have not had a… student go through a sex change…"

"Gender reassignment." His Father said interrupting.

"Yes, sorry, gender reassignment, as you know we do have a very open gay student population…"

"My son's not gay. He just feels he should have been born a girl. We're taking steps to correct that." Again, his Father interrupting. Marc was getting as much relieved that his Father was supporting him this much as he was getting embarrassed by all this.

"Yes but it's my understanding that the transgender population does tend to identify themselves along with the gay and lesbian community. Anyway, I assure you that while it may be difficult at times, we will do everything in our power to…"

"There will be no 'difficult'. I see no reason why the staff should even know till Marc decides to start dressing in female clothes. Which he will do in time, but his own time. But my son will not have a spotlight turned on him because of this even then. The staff can be told that Marc is dealing with a heath crisis that requires his suspension from gym class and, at times, will require him to stay home without notice. Satisfying their curiosity is not their business. Marc will not be made an example or a mockery of his situation. He will be allowed to come and go from school, and live his life the way he needs to be happy, in total and complete peace. Or I will sue you."

"You have to understand the dynamics of high school life and the maturity level of..."

"You have to understand that I don't care. Those are you matters to deal with. My son will not be treated any different, and will be left in peace. And please understand. When I say, I will sue you. I mean that along with the School Board and the school itself, I mean you. Principal…" his father turned the Principal's name plate towards him to read better. "Charles Cook. I…will sue….you. If he is in class and faces any difficulties because of this, I will sue all of you AND the teacher. If he's harassed by any student, I will have charges brought against them. I think you see where I'm going. There will be no difficult."

"It's not often we have a parent so protective of their child." The Principal said leaning back in his chair, knowing he had nowhere to go with this.

"And perhaps you wouldn't be doing the mental calisthenics trying to figure out just which of the delinquents you let get away shit instead of properly disciplining them will be the one to knock all the blocks over. You see, Marc and I are not naïve. We know it will happen. I'm just letting you know our response when it does."

"You certainly are."

"On to other things. If Marc feels he needs a day at home, to deal with his transition I think we can understand why that would not be an issue. If he is not here for first class I think it's safe to say he won't be here all day. Could your teachers make a note to gather what he's missed together and I could pick it up on the way home?"

"That would be….acceptable."

"Excellent. Now in three weeks Marc will be out for a time. Perhaps as much as two weeks. I'll give you the exact time frame once everything is confirmed. Instead of having the home work assignments put together day by day, could the work for that time be but together before hand so he could do some of it, when he feels like, as he recuperates?"

The word 'recuperate" hit both Marc and the Principal fairly hard.

"Certainly. But, may I ask, recuperates?"

"Yes. The reason I was late was because I was making arraignments to have Marc's gender transition surgery done at an upstate private hospital in Mid October. Barring any unforeseen issues that might come up in the preliminary tests, Marc at that time will be having the reconstruction surgery that will remove his penis, form his vagina and relocate his urinary track" Marc's Dad said almost blissfully ignorant of the complete and total silence that hung in the room. "Is that the homework you missed from last week, Sweetie? Bet you could use the rest of the day off. Why don't I take you home, you can catch up on that today and start going back to classes tomorrow. That sound good?"

 

Part 3

At least when Marc walked into the glass door, bumping his nose pretty good, it snapped him out of the mental spiral he was on after his father announced the dates of his upcoming sex change. He almost had to laugh at doing it too, Marc thought things like that only happened in old cartoon. But the whole situation was turning so insane he wasn't sure what his grip on reality was. His Father had in one way just been so incredibly protective of him in the Principal's office. While at the same time, such a dick about it. Marc understood and was pretty well used to his Father's complete lack of social graces. The man was a scientist and chemist and whatever, so he spent more time in the lab than with people. Communication skills were not his forte.

So while Marc was sure his Father wanted to support him and let the principal know that his gender transition was to be kept private… Marc was pretty sure that his Dad acting like such an asshole about the whole thing was the best way to ensure the Principal walking into the teachers lounge and announcing "Guess what that loser Marc Jacobs and his asshole father just told me, get a load of this…"

"You OK there Marc? Didn't you see the door? Don't tell me you need glasses. You know that old saying about 'Girls who wear glasses' don't you."

"Can we wait till we're in the car." Marc said picking up the pace and all but running to his Father's car.

The two men got in the car, Marc trying to hold things in till they got out of the parking lot. He kept having to adjust the chest strap of his seat belt since it cutting between his growing breasts and feeling funny.

"Don't you think you should have told me in private about the….operation? Don't you think you should have even told me about it maybe even being a possibility?"

"Well Marc, of course the operation was going to be a possibility. It's the whole point of what you're doing, isn't it? As for the timing of letting you know, I'm doing the best I can here Marc. I can only take off so much time from work. The meeting with the Doctors this morning and with your Principal, I've had to use my sick hours to do all this. And that's because all my vacation time will be spent staying at home helping you recuperate. I just don't have the freedom to take time off several days a week to keep your Principal up to date. We were meeting, the time seemed right to go over it."

Marc thought over what his Father said. It sort of made sense. He was feeling pretty guilty now, considering how much his father was going out of his way to support him on this.

"I'm just confused Dad. I've been reading on the internet, info about sex changes. They're all saying the operation doesn't happen till after lengthy psychological evaluations, and even having to spend time living as a woman, maybe as much as for a year. This just seems so soon and so sudden."

"There are two perfectly logical explanations for both of those. I'm sure you'll find they make sense once I explain them to you. As for the psychological evaluations. Seriously Marc, do you really think you need one? Aren't those for the people who have some doubt or some questions as to whether they want to go through with this? That's not you is it?"

Marc thought really hard about that, even though thinking hard was not easy these days. Yea it did make sense. Sure some of this had all come about almost as a surprise, but once he sat down and talked it all out with his Dad, it all came into focus. Why would he talk to a perfect stranger about this when talking to his Dad helped more than anything.

"No I guess not. Plus it would cost so much and this already must be costing a fortune."

"Don't worry about where the money is coming from. But you're right, this is not something that's 100% covered by my work insurance. As for why the operation needs to be done so soon. Now, I'm sorry if this is going to get personal, but it's something that must be discussed and taken into consideration. Now Marc, those hormone pills I gave you, I said they were pretty strong, yes? And you've been taking them on schedule, not missing a dose?"

"Yea, 4 pills, 4 times a day."

"I know you've been seeing the effects already. One of the effects is, again, I'm sorry to bring this up, is that your penis seems to be getting smaller. Is that right?"

"Ummm, yea, a bit. And it's harder to….get hard…"

"Right. That's to be expected, those are the main effects. Now in your reading on the internet about the operation, did you read about how your vagina will be formed? Well they cut off and toss out your balls, they're of no use to anyone anymore. As a matter of fact, they're probably dead already. But your penis is still important for the operation and your future happiness. They use the material from your penis to form the vagina. Now, if we wait a year…hell if we even wait another month of you on those pills, what's going to be left?"

"At the rate it's going down, not much." Marc mumbled, beginning to understand where his father was going with this.

"Exactly. As much as there wouldn't be a reason for the transition is you were still going to play sports, there's no reason for the transition if you're not going to be able to enjoy intercourse. You wait a year and frankly, the only guys you'll be able to take are pencil dicked losers. When you hook up with a real man you're going to want to take all of him, being able to satisfy him will also give you incredible satisfaction. Not some loser twerp who can only get his pinky in you. You know I'm right."

It all made so much sense to Marc. Insane as the situation was to have your Father tell you how much he wants you to have a good, healthy deep vagina after they cut your dick off, isn't something that needed to be thought about. Marc certainly was having trouble thinking clear enough to consider details like this. Well, he had set up the session with that Momma Tee in a few days to learn how to do make up, but even that was only because his Dad had told him he needed to do every and anything he needed to get comfortable with the stuff.

"Yea, OK, that does all make sense. Thanks for….you know doing all that." Marc said finding himself starring out the widow of the car and not being able to look at his Father just then.

"With your Mother leaving so many years ago, and my being alone just as many years, even if you had remained a boy I would still express to you how important a healthy sex life is. And now, with your transition coming at such a young age… you have your whole life ahead of you. I know you don't have any doubts, but I don't want there to be any regrets."

Having another of their supportive talks ending in an uncomfortable silence, they arrived back at the house a short time later. Henry only had time to drop his son off at the curb before heading to his office. Marc got caught up on his home work within a couple of hours. It was only just part 1 in the afternoon when Marc decided to go for a run. That really wasn't athletics. Even the fat old housewives around town went out for a jog. And it was something he'd been used to doing in getting ready for football. As long as he laid off the leg presses in the weight room, there couldn't be anything wrong with his keeping his legs toned.

Throwing on his sweats and sneakers Marc headed out for his old route, making a few changes to keep him going past the high school like he used to. It really wasn't that long into his run that he started noticing some pain in his chest. Then as if got a bit worse he found it wasn't IN his chest as it was ON his chest. A block or two more and he had to stop running, it was too much. His little baby tits were killing him. Marc hadn't worn a bra again thinking that if something happened he didn't want to get caught with one on. But while his growing breasts hadn't been large enough to even be all that noticeable just walking around the house, jogging down the street, the rhythm of his movements, they kept swaying slightly back and forth, slamming down a bit with each footstep. Marc found they were just big enough not to be able to take the pounding. He had heard of these sports bra things but always thought they were just thicker to soak up sweat like a t-shirt of something. Now he understood. He wasn't quite half way through with the run so Marc retraced his steps, walking this time, holding his arms across his growing chest, hoping the support would make the pain ease up. He tossed in a couple of Advil along with his usual dosage of hormones and memory pills.

Heading back to school, at least for a day, was fairly nerve wracking at first, but even marc was surprised how quickly he eased into the flow of class work again. He started the day taking the note to the office that got him out of gym class, with the note not giving an y of the important details. He found though that those who pretty much ignored him before ignored him now, and those people he knew were glad to see him back, but didn't push it. A few of his old teammates gave him the cold shoulder, like they blamed him for leaving the team. But even more let him know how much they wished he was playing with them, and hoped he'd at least hang out with them still. Marc tired to gave as noncommittal a response as he could. He just wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to hide all this and wasn't sure hanging out with the guy was a good idea even then. But it was nice to feel some sense of normalcy back in his life.

Marc even sat at the same lunch table with one of is old girlfriend Amber and her current boyfriend Jake Parker, one of his former teammates. Marc couldn't help notice Amber hanging all over Jake. Something he didn't remember her doing with him. Not that, at the time, Marc believed he would have pushed her away. Come to think of it, Amber had wanted a whole lot more out of the relationship, more day to day commitment, and a long term commitment too. And Marc's, well not refusal to meet her wishes, just his inability to do so was what broke them up. Maybe, Marc thought, maybe it was because he secretly knew back then what a lie he had been living.

Amber caught Marc staring at them and asked him if everything was OK. Which snapped him back to what passed for his reality these days. It was then that she asked him if he had lost weight that made marc really freak. Just really needed no one to find any difference in him yet, just not yet.

It has gone so well at school that Marc almost canceled his appointment with this Momma Tee. He thought of calling up and canceling but, if she got mad where would that leave him? The point was he didn't know what else to do and even then, if she didn't work out, where would he go? So he told his Father he wasn't going into school and, as he agreed didn't give him any trouble about it. Just told Marc to call him at work if he needed to talk and he'd pick up his homework on the way home that evening. He gave Marc a kiss on the forehead before heading off to work. Marc couldn't remember time his Father ever did that before, but he guessed it was something a Father would do for his… no he wasn't quite ready to refer to himself as a… daughter just yet.

Momma Tee told him to bring what ever he had that she could use on him, so he packed up a good supply of the make up he'd already gotten. And in his old gym bag he threw in some of the undies just in case he got a chance to change clothes. Just hoped the old sweats jock and dirty gym clothes smell didn't attach themselves to his panties. He threw on a well worn comfortable pair of jeans and, due to it's growing boob hiding size, one of his old football jerseys. Without the padding underneath the extra fabric concealed a lot. Plus the little vents help keep him cool as he went from one panic attack after another on the way. And the in the half hour he sat across from the storefront shop. Marc was a suburban kid so he hadn't headed into town that often. He was surprised how quick the drive was. And at how many stores in the area flew the rainbow flag. Even a former football player like himself knew what those meant.

Getting up the nerve Marc grabbed his filled gym bag and rushed across the street. He grabbed the door and rushed in, maybe a little too fast but he wanted to get in quick before he lost his nerve and before anyone saw him.

Inside the shop, filled with what marc could only immediately think of as girlie shit, were two people. A rather large woman….well a man who was dressed up as a woman. She was well into her 40's, if not 50's. The breasts might have been real, the hair wasn't and if this was the person who was going to teach him make up, maybe he needed to have a few lessons herself. Or at least cut the amount down in half. The other person, well Marc wasn't exactly scared, but he did look like the typical Latino gang member he'd always seen on Cops. Baggy jeans, worn low to reveal his boxers, skin tight white T worn over an incredible hard muscled body. Hair was covered in a kerchief, but he had a thin line beard and thin mustache in case anyone would wonder what a Latino thugs hair color would be. The two seemed to be talking politely when Marc entered, but they stopped the second they saw him.

"Yea?" the large woman asked.

"Ummmmm, are you Momma Tee? My name is Marc, I had an….appointment?" Marc said, not really wanting to admit what type of appointment in front of this guy.

"Yea kid, get the fuck out." She said.

"No seriously, I had an appointment. I made it late last week?"

"Yea, I know you made an appointment but we're not here to fuck around kid. Might be a big game or a big joke to you kids but I'm running a real store here. Go tell your fraternity to fuck off. Go get some funny Youtube video somewhere else…"

"No, I'm serious about the appointment…see I brought."

"You heard the lady." The Latina tough said moving from where he was standing and taking a couple of steps towards Marc. "Stop fucking around."

Marc dropped the bag to the floor, angry at coming all this way, being at the point of a nervous breakdown due to all the stress, and being greeted like this. "Do these look like I'm FUCKING AROUND!!??" Marc said pulling up his shirt and revealing his little tits to the pair.

"Holy shit." The guy whispered. "Those can't be real…are they REAL?!?! Momma get a load of these."

"I can't believe…." Momma Tee said getting off the stool she had been perched on and coming over to Marc. "Holy shit Angel these ARE real!!" She said reaching out one hand and taking one of Marc's nipples in her long vivid red fingernails. Taking the tip she pulled it out a bit and let it snap back, the small breast giving a bit of a jiggle when let go.

"I'm sorry, they're really sensitive." Marc said surprised that what with all the trouble he had been having getting a hard on, he got on damn quick when she did that.

"I'll bet they are!!" Momma Tee exclaimed.

"Like a girl just sprouting." The Latino thug said with a big smile on his face. "I am so fucking jealous. My boyfriend won't let me grow my own.." His demeanor when from street tough to someone who, despite outward appearances, fit right in at the shop.

"Angel we're not here for you right now. Ohhhh Marc, I am SO sorry." Momma Tee said putting her arm around Marc and leading him into a back area. "You just look… well I'm sorry sweetie you just look like the last person we'd expect to honestly come in here. With those muscles and that jersey. Angel get his bag."

The three of them headed to an area near the back of the store. It looked to Marc as being half a beauty shop and half a barber shop. Mirror lined two walls, there were sinks, make up on the counter and a large chair.

"You sit right up here young man…I'm sorry lady."

Why did that freak Marc out that bad? Why being referred to as a 'lady'? Why did she assume he wanted to be identified as a female just yet? He took a few deep breaths and thought, well, maybe if he was around more than just his father, he'd not only be referred to in the female text more, he'd get more used to it. He would have to get used to it.

"Now. I know you wanted a make up consultation. But, with that growth, what were you looking for? Were you going for a more natural look. Or did you want to go the full on drag look like Angel goes for?"

"I just need to know….how to use this stuff. I've got no idea. I don't have a sister, my Mom ran off to Europe when I was 6 months old…."

"Oh my god…what you must have been going through all these years. Tsk. Well, you're in Momma's hands now. I'm going to show you everything you need. You ready?"

Marc immediately thought, ready to look like a girl? Hell no. But that was what he was there for.

But as soon as Momma started doing her thing, Marc fell completely into her hands. Gentle but instructfull. Showing him how he needed to wash his face. The cleanse it. Then the base. She would start most of these steps but then have Marc take over. And when he needed a better example or a different take on how to apply, Angel was willing to show on himself.

Marc soon found, without having to ask, that Angel dressed by a man for his day job but went full out drag at night. Fro his stories he was quite the party girl. It was strange to see him having make up applied with his thin beard and mustache, but Angle assured Marc that he could shave it off and regrow it with two days.

As the make up went of one layer after another Marc was trying to get used to the smell and the feel. Not incredibly feminine but there was a common scent to the make up he wasn't used to. Once they got his completion evened out and his beard hidden, Marc was REALLY glad they were able to take are of that, they started on bringing out his cheekbones. Lessening the impact of his nose. Momma had wanted to pluck his eye brows down but Marc panicked to the point that he almost got out of the chair. She and Angel clamed him down enough to convince him to at least let her take the eyebrows down a little. That it was common for young men to do SOME sculpting of the brows. Marc sat quietly while he thought, yea, like the swim team crazy ass fags.

Once his brows were a little more defined, but not too bad, Momma shows how to cover them with make up then bring out enough too look like real women's brows. Which really excited Marc. He kept staring at them, marveling how they looked like a woman's but he know they still were a man's underneath.

Momma left Marc and Angel a lone for a few minutes while she went to get some better eye make up than what Marc had brought with him. Angel immediately moved some of the makeup on the counter aside and hoped up to sit next to the sink. He looked a little odd with the white 'wife beater' tank top, slicked back black hair and partially made up like a woman. But Marc found that he was also finding Angel really hot. And it wasn't the make up. The guy had a great build. Marc thought Angel had mentioned he did some type of physical labor. Which, Marc had to admit, made him a bit relieved. Maybe he wasn't the only guy out there who wished he was a girl who kept doing guy things.

"You doing OK." Angel asked in a softer voice than before. "You're looking really good."

"Yea, I'm fine. Thanks." Marc said having a little trouble keeping eye contact with Angel. "Ummm, you said you do like drag for parties, and you have a boyfriend? Does he do drag too?" Marc thought, picturing two young Latino gay buys hanging around their apartment, making each other up.

"Aww, hell no!!!" Angel said beginning to laugh. "Antoine in drag? My man is 6'4" of black correctional officer. And I'm his little Angel, who's not so much an Angel." He said grabbing his crotch through his jeans. "You got anyone? Or anyone you got an eye on?" he aside with a slight smile.

"Eyeing you pretty good right now, but normally no." Marc's mind went insane at that. Where the fuck did he come up with that?

"I thought you were enjoying the show. I know I have." followed by a wink that got Marc's dick hard again.

Luckily Momma came back in and they tackled his eyes. Showing him how to put enough lighter color to down play his male brow, but also lining the eye and using mascara. For some reason Marc really liked the mascara part. Using the close up mirror Momma had handed him. Checking the lashes to make sure they were coated but not sticking together. He had remembered dating Anne and seeing her eye lashed all globbed into one big lash. As he was fucking her in the back seat of his car. Which would never happen again. Snapping back to reality Marc figured that doing this wasn't that much different than the black reflecting eye stick he used before each game. Just done for a different effect.

Last was the lipstick. Momma showed him how to line his lips first. Carefully tracking around the edge. Then handed him a tube of real woman's lipstick. Her turned the bottom, having seen women to it on TV and movies, and watched the red stick rise out. With his hands shaking a bit he pressed it to his lips and coated them. Like a woman would.

When he was done, that was when Marc found himself looking at the mirror full on. Up till now he had been concentrating on what ever area they were working on. Not looking at the full picture. But the full picture was done. And there he was, in the mirror, made up to look like a woman. He certainly didn't look like himself. Well, he could still tell it was himself but not an 'himself' he never thought he'd see. Maybe he looked like his Mother but it wasn't like he had any real memories of her, and his Dad had taken away all her pictures years ago.

His completion was perfect, he couldn't see any sight of his three o'clock shadow. His cheekbones were nice, defined without being too sharp. But his chin was too strong. And his eyebrow looked even more like a guys with the eye makeup. The lips were good but…

"I'm not very… pretty…." he said, torn completely that he didn't look that much like a real woman while at the same time, he'd have to start looking like a real woman soon since…he'd be one, but if he was only going to look this good…

"You look good to me." Angel said rubbing his crotch again.

"Well." Momma said standing next to his so that, in the mirror, their two faces were next to each other. "It's your first time. It's going to take some getting used to and trust me, you'll pick up things on your own. But Marc, I'm going to… I'm going to take something away from you, but I'm going to give you so much power back. OK?"

"Yea." He said not sure of what she meant.

"Marc. No matter what. People are always going to know you started out life as a man. Even if they don't know your full story, it will be something they will be thinking as soon as they meet you. But you know what? Fuck them!!! Fuck. Them. You are going to find people in this world who will love you for who you are, and for the brave steps your taking to be yourself. If others can't deal with it, fuck them. You got that Marc?"

"Yea, I think I do." Marc said taking some peace in what she said.

"You know what, we've been calling you Marc all afternoon. Sure don't look like a Marc now. You must have a girl name picked out already?" Momma said trying to return the conversation to a more happy note.

"Well, not much thought, but maybe… .Marcy? See, my name is spelled M.A.R.C., so adding a Y to the end isn't that big a leap. And it's not like Steve/Stephanie, or Glen/Glenda." Marc said taking a major leap of faith. These were things he had not even talked to his Father about yet.

"That's very nice. And it suits you. I think were done for today, bit I want to throw together something special for you. Why don't you get cleaned up." Momma said leaving the two alone.

It was quite between the two men for a minute. There seemed to be something hanging in the air between them that was not being spoken, but not being ignored either.

"So just soap and water? I thought women used cold crème?" Marc said running the water in the sink.

"That's just in old movies. Soap will do fine. But uhhhh, she's going to be gone for a bit…." Angel said reaching out and cupping one of Marc's breasts through his football jersey.

"Feels really nice." Marc said, not believing the sensations =running through him. Was this what it was like when he felt up his former girlfriends? No, it couldn't have been. They always wanted him to stop. He never wanted Angel's hand to leave his tit. Right now, he wanted really big tits so Angle could go to town on them.

"You never wore lipstick around other people before today right?" Angel said pulling down his fly. "Then you never sucked a guy of in makeup, huh?"

"That would be a big old no, never happened."

"Won't believe how much better it feels. How 'bout it. Come on!!" Angel continued, pulling down his boxers and taking out his hardening cock.

Marc had seen cocks….well all his life. He'd seen his own. He'd been into sports since he was a small child so not only had he seen other guy's dicks for years, some of them he'd seen grow from little twigs into major meat. But he'd never seen a cock like this before. As the object of a lust growing inside of him that he could barely understand. Or restrain.

Angel's dick was big, not thick but longer than most of the guys on the team. And he wasn't cut. Marc just realized that. The tip of his coffee brown dick was still wrapped in skin. The head beginning to poke out of the end, with a drop of precum glistening at the tip.

Which is where Marc found himself starting. Sticking his tongue out he played with the drop for a second before moving forward to take the full head in his mouth. Angel moved a little when Marc's teeth touched the shaft, so Marc quickly backed off just a little. Marc had tried to eat out a couple of the girls he dated, but there was just nothing more disgusting that a pussy. As Marc took in the full head of his new buddy Angel's cock, he found there was nothing better than dick though. Raw taste of true man in his mouth. Smoky almost, and even pungent, but Marc was now too far gone in the moment to even fully think of what was happening.

Angel shifted his hips some so that the shaft started going down Marc's throat. Very slowly he started lowering his head. Gagging a bit, letting up but pressing on. Angel let out a deep moan that let him know he was doing it right. Not bad for a first time. Quickly Marc had it all down his throat. He loved the way he could feel the dick still growing between his lips. The shaft hitting the roof of his mouth and stretching back. No more gagging at all as it went farther down than he even anticipated.

Then Angel pulled him off a bit, then pushed his head back down, then repeated. Till Marc started doing the rhythm he'd used to do on others. With Angle moving his hips to meet his mouth, they had a quick and forceful ballet going. Angel's dick lengthened enough so that the area that had been under his foreskin became exposed, giving Marc a new set of tastes to deal with. All of this should have been sending his running, but he never wanted it to end.

A funny crack made Marc look up to see that Angel had thrown his head back and hit the mirror, thankfully not breaking either But with his head raised and his eyes not open, he could see himself in the mirror, just. Marc Jacobs, former candidate for a football scholarship, made up like a woman and deep throating some Latino fag he just met a few hours before. He closed his eyes again. It was easier to do when all he had to concentrate on was the dick in his mouth.

Angel started breathing deeply and grabbed the back of Marc's head. The rumble through Angel's cock let Marc know it was time so he did his best. For some reason Marc always thought that cum would taste cold, or at the most warm. Not burning hot like Angels as it splashed into his mouth and down his throat. He held his mouth on the dick for as long as he could, but soon removed it, sputtering up some of the cum, but swallowing most. Looking in the mirror at the guy who's make up was smeared from the activity and sweat, with a drop of another's spoog dripping from the end. He couldn't get his face into the water to wash this all off and out fast enough.

"Well" he heard from behind him. "Boys who will be girls will still be boys." Momma said walking back into the room. Marc knew that sound of her heels hitting the floor, It was like when a grade school teacher was pissed at her class. His back started tensing up but, remarkable, a wave of relief came over him the second Angel kissed him on the top of his head.

"If you two weren't so fucking adorable…"

"And I think we'd be adorable when fucking too." Angel said in a tone that made Marc think wasn't entirely a joke.

"Not today, I've got to get home." He said hoping that would end the talk. "How much do I owe you? Your site said…"

"Marcy sweetie, there are two payment rates in this joint. The one on line for any old Queen who wants to come in, and family. Family is free. And you're the newest member of this family sweetie." She said giving him a big kiss oh his cheek.

"Sister!!" Angel screamed, taking a break from cleaning the lipstick off his still hard dick.

"Angel is our problem child." Momma said handing him a new bag. "Now, I've gone through and taken out all the things you don't need. Mainly the wrong color for you skin tone. But I threw in a few others, things we used today that's better for young men transitioning into women, not just women. I expect to see you in here a lot young lady, but if you ever run out, you let me know."

Angel's eyes suddenly lit up and his mouth flew open. "YOUGOTTOCOMEWITHUS SATURDAY!!!!!" he yelled.

"What?" Marc said, sort of surprised at the outburst and the high octave Angel was able to reach.

"Momma!!! He's got to come with us to the party on Saturday!!! We could introduce him!!! It can be his coming out!!!!!"

"Angel did you not get anything that went on today? Marcy is not a drag queen like you. She's not doing this only on weekend and days off, it's her life." Momma scolded.

"What party?" Marc asked, he found himself liking the idea of a party where he could hang out with these two new friends.

"JUST the biggest drag circuit party of the season. Big fucking warehouse filled with Men who are Women and the Men how love them. PLEASE come!! I'll do your make up and you can borrow one of my outfits!!!!" Angel said taking Marc by the hands.

"Marcy you don't have to. If it's too soon or too much…"

"No, actually I'd sort of like to. We can hang out all night? You know, teach me the moves…"

The squeal from Angel was taken as a yes by all who heard it. Including most of the dogs in the area who could hear the shriek. Marc and Angel exchanged cell numbers, and Angel gave Marc direction to his apartment. With plans to touch base in the next couple of days as to the when and how of the party evening.

Marc left the shop much later than he thought he would, but feeling 100 times better than he ever felt before. He kept thinking, these were people so far from anyone he'd ever known. People he'd have…well thought of as freaks just weeks ago. But he wasn't a freak, he was just going through a change. And they not only accepted it, they liked him because of it. Plus, he had sucked a guys cock and sort of liked that too.

In leaving the lace so much later than he planned, Marc got caught up rush hour traffic and got home much later than his Dad. But Marc was still in a good mood and his Dad seemed to pick up on that, so he didn't get any grief for being late for dinner.

"Since you called to say you wouldn't be at school, and asked me to get you homework, I thought you'd be here today. Where were you?" His Dad asked placing Marc's dinner plate in front of him.

Marc was able to edit himself just enough to leave out the blowjob, but every thing else about the day just rushed out of him. About how great Momma Tee was. And how she helped him learn make up, Because he had said that Marc was suppose to do everything he could to feel comfortable putting it on. and now he was. And about how great a guy Angel was. And how he was so masculine but dressed I drag. And how he came up with a great female name for himself, Marcy, but he didn't need to call him that just yet. And about the party. And that he hoped his Father didn't mind him going to a party like that. It was when he realized that he'd enthusiastically admitted that he was going to a drag queen party, with drag queens, made up in drag himself, that Marc started to slow down.

"I have to admit, and be honest with you, that is about as far as I thought you would go when I said you needed to get comfortable with applying make up. But. If it made you his happy, how could I not approve. I never thought you would find yourself in that…world. But perhaps that's a good thing. These people sound like they can show you sides of yourself that you'd never know were there. So, a good day after all."

"I'm so glad you said that. I really like them. Momma Tee is like this Aunt I never had."

"In the days to come, such as with this party, you might find yourself doing things that, until now you would never have thought about. Maybe even thing that will, in a way, repulse you. But that's just your years of denial coming into play and perfectly natural. I want you to keep one thing in mind. Don't do anything that will harm you, or place yourself in a situation where you'll get hurt. But now is the time to experiment. Now is when testing your new sexuality will be the most beneficial. Experience comes first, finding out if it was something you enjoyed will happen afterwards." His father said with a wink.

"What did you say about a name? You were going pretty fast."

"Oh, they asked me what my female name was. I had been thinking a little about it and said Marcy. You know, just add a Y to the end of my name."

"I had been thinking about that too. I think that Joan would be better. You can go with Joan or Joanie." His Father said in a serious tone.

Marc sat a stunned at this. Something he'd never thought of. His father was usually right and usually had his best interest but that…. "Dad, that was Mom's name. I really don't think I want…"

"But the house is suppose to have a Joan Jacobs for so long. You can go by JJ if you want. It can stand for either Joan Jacobs or even Joanie Junior. That almost still sounds a little masculine. But we'll know it's for Joan."

"Yea, I can see that. JJ. That would be cool."

His father changed the subject to the make up that Marc had brought home. He showed his Dad a few of the items, explained what they did and promised to use them at least once a day. To keep developing the skills he picked up that day. But it had been a long day and Marc soon was up to his bed. It was when he was getting out of his clothes that he found the small dried wet patch in his underwear. He guessed he must have cum too when Angel shot off in his mouth, but didn't feel it.

The nest two days at school pretty well flew by for Marc. He still couldn't think of himself as JJ yet. Being excited about the party was one thing. Having Angel call him every 10 minutes was another. They quickly became real gal pals. Angel had something planed for the party but wouldn't tell Marc, it was going to be a big surprise. Their conversations kept getting more and more detailed and Marc found himself having them in the hallways of the school. He ducked into one of the men's rooms, grabbed a stall when Angel started going over what Marc needed to bring to his apartment when they got dressed up.

"Not that much. You got girl panties, right?" Angel asked over the phone.

"Tons. Do I need a bra or pantyhose or…"

"No, I got you covered on that. Maybe bring some of the foundation Momma gave you. Mine's going to be too dark for your skin tone, white girl. I would say just shave yourself down and gaff yourself up and we'll be set. Are you getting excited?" he squealed.

"I am, but what the hell's a gaff?"

"GIRL! You really are new to this. A gaff is like a panty but you pull it up and it hides your dick. You still got a dick that needs hiding, right?"

"For now. I've been looking for something like that. Damn. Don't suppose it's something girlfriends lead each other."

"Love you girl, but not that much. I'm closer so I'll swing by Mommas on the way home and pick you up one. Show you how it goes when you get here. Foreman's calling me, later babe."

"Later." Marc said clicking his phone shut, and giving the toilet a flush to make it seem like he was doing something in there beside gossiping on the phone. When Marc left the stall he found a couple of his old teammates at the sink. Being really quite.

"Hey guys." He said trying to make it like old time.

"Yea, hey Marc. Nice seeing you." was the most he could hear as the guys moved out. Well Marc figured, no longer on the team, no longer a friend then.

Marc waited as long as he could to shave himself down on Saturday afternoon. He had only done touchups since his fist big shave down but, he had gotten better at it. Soon enough he was almost perfectly smooth from the chin down again. He was just going to go for it and lose the dick hair, but Angel still had his so, Marc kept his.

He threw a couple of things into a backpack and headed out for Angel's apartment. It wasn't that far from Momma Tee's store, but the area wasn't quite as nice. Not that Momma Tee's was in an area he'd want to be caught in after dark. As a guy, better yet a girl. He found a placed to park on the street and hoped he filled the parking meter with enough change to cover the night.

He found the apartment building and buzzed the number that Angel had given him. The little tag next to the button said "Davis" but Angel's last name was Covasos.

"Yea." A voice boomed through the ancient speaker.

"Uhh, Hi, it's Marc to see Angel? Is this the…" but before he could finish the door buzzed open so Marc could get in. Angel had said he lived with a guy, Antoine. Marc figured that who answered the buzzer. And from Angel's description of the 6'4" black correctional institute guard he lived with, that's who the giant black man who opened the door had to be. Marc again feeling on the verge of crapping his pants. He had to stop that.

"Your Marc?" the voice boomed.

"Yes." Marc answered almost as a question.

"Angel's friend Marc?"

"Yes."

"Really?" the giant said in a softer voice, almost concerned.

"I'm getting that a lot. I know I don't look the part…."

In a blur of action and hysteria Angel burst from a back room, looking far more female than the Latino tough from the shop should have been able to pull off, and ran for Marc.

"We don't have time we don't have time…" Angel yelled, grabbing Marc by the hand and dragging him to the bedroom. "Strip girl!!!"

"Wow, you look great." Marc said pulling up his shirt and starting to undo his jeans.

"Why thank you." Angel said taking a moment for a brief curtsey. "Amazing what a lot of stretch fabric and padding will do."

Marc noticed as Angel hurried around the room that he was encased in different forms of underclothing from just below his chest on down. His legs were covered in sheer hose. Instead of the regular panties like Marc worn, his were longer reaching up to his waist, and seemed to be acting like a girdle almost. Bringing his waist in to a more feminine curve. When he turned around though, April ass was stunning and 100% his.

"Where can I get an as like that?" Marc muttered as he found himself, standing with almost all his body hair shaved off, only wearing a pair of women's panties, nothing covering his budding breasts, in the bedroom of a Latino drag queen whose giant of a boyfriend was drinking beer in the next room. But his father had told him to try new experiences.

"Genetics and being lazy. OH, here's the gaff. Slip that on first."

Angel handed Marc as small thong like piece of clothing. He moved it around some to see how it worked and, it was pretty evident what went where. He pulled off his panties, pulled up the gaff, adjusted his soft penis into the correct position and pulled back. Immediately he was as smooth in the crotch as if he had been born that way. This is what it was going to look like in just a few short weeks. Of course then, it wouldn't only LOOK like he no longer had a dick…. He couldn't stop rubbing his hand over the now empty space. Angel was still moving like lightning getting things set for him so, he figured he's better get his panties back on and be ready for what's next. With his undies back in place, the full impact of how female he now looked overwhelmed him for a second, but a deep breath and the mental reassurance from his father that he was doing the right thing brought Marc back to the moment.

"Works great. Like I said been trying to find something like that. Pulling back on my underlies just wasn't doing it."

"There are times when I'm dressing up that having this dumb old dick gets pretty sick, but I still like the option, if you know what I mean." Angel said laughing and tossing Marc a pair of panty hose that looked darker than the ones he was wearing.

"Yea, well, in two weeks no more option over here." Marc said sitting on the edge of the bed and beginning to roll the hose up. "Do I do these both at the same time?"

But Angel was standing in the doorway of his giant closet with him mouth hanging down to his knees. At least something was able to stop his train wreck of a commotion. "Did I just hear you right?

"Yea, I didn't buy myself pantyhose but the kind that's attacked to a…"

"No Marc! No more option? You're going in for… the operation in a few weeks?"

"Yea. My Dad had it all arraigned. I go in for tests after next weekend. I think it'll be good. Good to get it done. Certain medical reasons, and it would happen sooner than late anyway so, need to be done, you know."

Angel shook his head "You are either the bravest girl I even met or the craziest guy. Here, see if this fits." He tossed Marc a panty girdle like he was wearing, but this had something extra.

"What are these, like a fake butt?" Marc said rubbing his hands over two pillow like additions to the seat of the garment.

"Don't get me wrong. Marc's got an ass I would eat off of for days!! But Marcy's got to get more booty in her boot."

"Oh yea, I changed that. Going with JJ. Guess, you know, girls can't make up their mind." He said beginning to pull the fabric up. And not having a lot of success with it. "Can I get some help here?"

Angel came over and help Marc tug the tight fabric up his body and smooth it out. It was then that Marc saw that the fingernails he saw on Angel back at the shop that seemed just a little too long for a guys, were not coated with deep red nail polish. Expertly done and shimmering like diamonds. Maybe for all his insane enthusiasm, maybe Angel did know what he was dong when it came to drag. The two men dressing as woman were now very close to each other. Marc could smell the musky scent that Angel had the other day in the shop. While Angel was enjoying the scrubbed fresh scent of Marc who had so recently come from the shower. The two friend hesitated briefly as their lips were dangerously close. But a clink of a beer bottle being retrieved from the kitchen reminded them of Antoine's presence, and size. How small the apartment was and how big the man was.

"Thanks. WOW look at that." Marc said getting a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His waist had been pulled in considerable, shifting some of the flesh up to make his chest point out just a bit more. With the padded ass he looked closer to being a woman that he ever had up till then.

"These are so sweet." Angel said tweaking Marc's nipples again. "Hey, do you mind?"

Angel grabbed marc's hand again and led him into the living room. Antoine was sitting in front of the TV, watching a movie and enjoying a beer. Marc felt more than a little uneasy finding himself about to be paraded in front of this mountain of masculinity, as he was dressed so much like a girl.

"Antoine. Look at these. Aren't they adorable?" Angel said drawing his lover's attention to Marc's small tits.

Antoine barely moved his head to see what Angel was talking about, then looked back at the TV. "Very nice. But they look expensive. And you cost me enough money as is."

With an annoyed growl Angel dragged Marc back to the bedroom. After checking a few last things, it was make up time. Angel started with putting both their hair in sheer caps that completely covered the tops of their heads. He explained it would be easier to attach the wigs later on. One of the many things marc hadn't thought about, but it made sense once Angel did. No way that his own hair would pass for a girls yet. Not enough there to style. Barely enough there to comb really.

While Momma had been nurturing and instructional, Angel was a commando as drag make up. Arms flew, hands fluttered. If Momma had been painting a portrait, Angel was a graffiti artist. But where Momma had style, Angel had a flair for this. Soon both young men were looking less and less like, well young men. Eyebrows were covered completely with make up and new ones etched on their brows. Cheekbones were highlighted in reds, not subtle skin tones. Marc learned that even with fake eyelashes, doing the mascara right was still important. As was not getting the glitter in his eyes. Ending with Angel showing him how to add volume and area to one's lips, simply by not just applying make up to them, but around them too.

Marc found himself much less hesitant to look in the mirror when done this time. He was certainly surprised at what he saw though. Where, again, with Momma he could still see himself under all the make up, there was no sign of Marc left. And he shockingly looked hot. What the fuck. He couldn't pass as a 'born' woman, but as this borderline clown drag queen, he almost could. Marc actually found himself thinking that he looked more like a woman made up to be a drag queen than he did a man made to look like a woman to look like a drag queen.

As Marc was getting used to his make up, Angel headed back into the bathroom, pushing and pulling his chest into a bra with inserts to give him an incredible cleavage. By the time he was done, Angel out titted Marc by several cup sizes.

"If you can do that with what you got already, you don't need the real things."

"I want titties!!! Anyway, here try this." Angel said handing Marc a padded bra.

"Aww, don't I get to flaunt my tits too?" He said snapping the clasp, turning it around and adjusting his small breasts into the cups. Which were dwarfed by the almost D cup bags of gel hanging off the front.

"I thought that might be too much for your first night. You're being a great sport so far but, baby steps sometimes, baby. Look what I got for you though!!!" Angel ran to the closet and pulled out a hanger with a dress attached. Well not really a dress.

"A cheerleader outfit!? It's not a Halloween party is it?"

"Come on! You're going to look GREAT! Your being on the football team gave me the idea. I got this a while back but it's too big for me. Should fit you perfectly. With those legs and arms, but with the tits, you're going to be freaking awesome."

"Not just a freak?"

"Just try it. Come on, stand up." Angel said getting Marc to his feet. He was first handed the typical large cheerleader briefs. The ones everyone that were made for the crowds to take a peek at during routines. Then they carefully pulled the dress down over Marc's head, making sure not to smudge his make up. "Where did you get this anyway? It's from my school's rival team."

"Thrift store, late last year. Going to have to show you the drag queen's best friend, the second had store and the staff who don't care what you buy."

"Then this must have….oh my god I know who wore this!!" Marc said excitedly. "They had this huge foreign transfer student last year. Christ, we were all hoping to get into her panties. Guess…since I'm wearing them, this means…I win!"

The two guys laughed enough to make Antoine let them know they were making too much noise. Once the back of the cheerleader outfit was zipped up, Marc could see that Angel was right. There was something oddly masculine but feminine about him at the same time. His exposed legs in the sheer stockings were are too large for a woman, not to mention his guns that hung out the sleeveless openings. But the smoothness of them, along with the padding for the ass and the fake breasts, which strained the front of the outfit, looked girlie, but tough. If it wasn't encased in so much fabric, he might have been able to get a hard on again.

"OK?" Angel asked hopefully.

"As long as you got shoes to match."

"You're the best sister I never had. Here. Take a seat and put these on. I'm going to get dressed." Angel said handing Marc a pack of fake fingernails. Not incredibly long, not like Momma's but up till then he'd never thought about what he was going to do with his fingers. "Just remove the tape from the back and place them on the tips of your fingers. We're also going to get those nails of your in shape."

"Well, like my eyebrows, can't really do anything that'll draw attention to myself at school just yet." Marc said adding the fake plastic nails to the end of his fingers. He was surprised at how well they stayed on. He thought back to getting out of the bathroom stall and facing the guys from his old team. Needless to say, if they gave him the cold shoulder then. Looking into the mirror, the only thing left of Marc was…well nothing.

The closest thing to Christina Aguilera with out it actually being Christina Aguilera walked back into the room. Somehow Angel had found low rise jeans that looked tighter than his skin would have been. If it hadn't been for the time and all the embroidery Marc would have thought he's painted them on. What looked like a perfect new white men's shirt had been tied just below Angel's breasts, leaving the buttons undone to keep the cleavage happening. Between the pants and the shirt his seriously hard 6 pack gave an erotic touch. Instead of his black hair, Angel's face was framed in a long dark blonde wig. Just the right color to accent his skin tone and make his eyes jump out. Angel was very good at this drag thing.

"Holy crap Angel." Marc said softly.

"A little more time to plan and next time, you're going to look twice this hot. Here, let's get this wig on you.

Angel fussed with the blonde wig he got for Marc for a bit. It was a lighter shade but not nearly as long as the one Angel wore. While his reached past his fake chest, Marc's stopped just short of his shoulders. Not a blunt cut, but not long. After some fussing and some hair spraying, Angel dragged Marc to the full length mirror.

"I'm not seeing Marc anymore." Angel said with a wicked smile.

"I don't think I even see JJ."

The person in the mirror clearly wasn't a man or a woman. It was a bizarre sexual being that looked innocent thanks to the perfectly presented cheerleader outfit, but almost dangerous due to all the muscles. The face was cute at one angle and, hot at another. Marc couldn't help but think he looked like a Disney Princess and Villain at the same time.

"Naw, you need a drag name."

"What's yours" Marc asked.

"I SO lucked out. In my culture, Angel works both for a guy and a gal. I just have a harder time living up to it when I'm a girl. Oh I KNOW!!!" Angel said getting his burst of energy back. "You got the ruffle of the skirt but you look fucking tough… TRUFFEL!!!"

Marc started laughing quietly. "Now I know I've gone insane."

Marc went though Angel's shoes trying to find a good pair, while Angel decked himself out in more jewelry than Marc new a person could wear. No way he was going to be able to handle high heels on his first time out, and it didn't go with the outfit anyway. Then Angel had a heart attack when Marc suggested he just pout back on the Sketchers he'd worn to the apartment. They settled on a shiny pair of classic school girl saddle shoes that Angel had bought in the afternoon he considered Britney better than Christina. A fact Marc was sworn never to mention to anyone.

"Damn it, what about my wallet? I can't like shove it in my panties or…"

Angel just looked at Marc like he couldn't believe what was being said. "You have been a blonde for, what 10 minutes? Gee, I don't know Truffle, what would a woman use to carry her money and shit around in?" Angel said tossing Marc a purse.

"Oh yea."

"Oh yea. Stay close to me tonight sweetie. I don't want you wandering off into traffic."

For all the things that would go down that night, and it was still going to be a hell of a night for Marc, in the days that followed, looking back, it was the gleam in Antoine's eye when Angel presented themselves to him that got him the most uncomfortable. Up to that point, Marc had only been seen to every human being on the planet as a guy. And guys were not made the objects of lust that he now apparently was to this giant of a man. Marc was having enough trouble dealing with his own changing sexuality. He wasn't prepared what had to be considered someone enjoying Marc's change as much as Antoine was. The man did live with Angel though, so there had to be something in his…background, chemistry that attacked him to girls like Marc. It wasn't because he towered over Marc or that he was black, it was just that he was a man who looked like he really wanted to fuck him. And the fact that he didn't have a pussy yet seemed to be a plus. Marc kept coming back to the thought that, up till then, HE was the one who had been doing all the decision making as to who would get fucked. That was changing too.

Strangely while Antoine agreed to drive them to the party, he wanted nothing to do with it. Angel being as much of a drag queen as he could handle at one time. He parked down the block from the party and stopped the two guys before they launched themselves out of the car.

"Angel, now listen to me girl. Going to use a word you're not comfortable with. Responsible. You're responsible for your little friend here tonight. Watch out for her. Be. Responsible." He said forcibly.

"All right, all right, OK Popi!" Angel said going in and kissing his man enough to let him know how much he was desired, but not enough to smear his make up.

The two young guys dressed as girls headed up the street and were met by Momma and a small army of other drag girls. His new look was celebrated and his name "Truffle' cheered as the most original they had heard in a long time. There was no way that Marc was ever going to remember all of their names or remember any of the faces. He just held on a tight as he could, stuck next to Angel as best as she's let him and tried to enjoy the ride.

The warehouse that had been turned into the club amazed Marc. The lights, the people, the blaring music. He got a little dizzy from it all but soon understood how to handle it. There did seem to be more guys who were guys than guys who were girls that night. But the crowd was defiantly appreciative of all the ladies who turned up. And his cheerleader outfit was having the effect Angel thought it would. Thankfully Marc still had the reactions and the arm muscles to just about snap off a few stray fingers that landed places they hadn't been invited. Much to the amusement of Angel who applauded what he kept calling the Cheerleader Commando.

Momma Tee bought him his first non-beer drink of his life, an Appltini. Tasted more like hard liquor than an apple but, Marc was still there to experience new things. Maybe this could be one of the things he learned not to do again. Someone had mentioned one of these Apple Martinis to him? Couple of weeks back. Was it LeRoy going off on the swim team again, that sounded right. Guy sure had his problems with the swim team.

"DANCE!" Angel yelled into Marc's face over the music.

"No fucking way!!"

"Hot guys on the dance floor. Not next to Momma!!"

"Hey!" Momma yelled, but then she looked around and shrugged. "She's right!"

"Just for a minute to prove how much I hate it." Marc said throwing back the rest of his drink. "Can't believe I'm saying this, Momma, please watch my purse."

Angel and Marc were again hand in hand as they walked down the steps to the dance floor. Between the crush of people, the blaring music and the light going from flooding the area to keeping in a flashing strobe, it was almost a sensory overload experience. Marc wasn't sure if he was getting dizzy from the onrush of everything happening at once, or from downing the damn drink too fast.

Flowing Angel lead they got into the groove of the floor. Moving to the music instead of picking out a partner to dance with. Not that this didn't happen from time to time. Marc would find himself dancing alone in the crowd, but then suddenly with a short stocky Asian man with his shirt off, then a flash of strobe and he was alone again. Another flash of strobe and he was dancing with a girl much taller than him, dark haired Goth girl who kept her mustache for some reason. Thankfully she was gone by the time Marc gave up trying to suppress the laugh. Then it was a nun with an face made up to be as close to a clown as Marc had even seen on a drag queen. But she also looked like she was having more fun than anyone else Marc had seen on the floor.

The lights flashed on and off in a rhythmic strobe. Marc could see that someone was dancing with him again. The lights weren't constant enough to get even a close look. Just hints of strong muscles with one flash. Maybe dark black skin shown with the next flash. In the darkness the sudden glint of eyes happy to catch a glimpse of marc in the darkness. Which is when he moved closer and took Marc's waist in his large hands. Marc was again going to go commando on the guy but, it was what the dance floor was for.

The strobe lights suddenly flashed several times quickly then, as a slow tune came over the speakers, the dance floor was flooded in light. Marc's dance partner slowed down his movements and pulled him closer for a dance to the more romantic tune. Marc's dance partner. the great looking black teen dressed head to toe in a white outfit. Marc's dance partner who smiled in great appreciation when he saw the cheerleader he was beginning to grind his groin into. Marc's dance partner, LeRoy Bridge, one of Marc's best friends since grade school and the new Captain of the football team.

 

Part 4

Marc wanted to scream, he wanted to run and somewhere deep inside of him, he wanted to start laughing. But he literally found he could do nothing but stand there. The music blaring. The rest of the crowd still dancing. LeRoy Bridge suddenly finding the hot transvestite cheerleader he was getting his grove on with was now a blank staring statue.

But while Marc's face had gone to a shocked blank, LeRoy's hadn't. Marc could even tell what was going through his good friend's mind. First there was confusion as to what was happening with his dance partner. Then an odd cockiness when, maybe, LeRoy was thinking that the cheerleader couldn't believe she lucked out in getting a stud like him, then confusion again. What did Marc in was LeRoy's look of concern. With the concern came a closer examination of the cheerleader's face to get a clue as to what was the matter. LeRoy got the clue. A wave of shock, then an odd smile, the shock that could only match Marc's hit his face.

That was the pull on the trigger that got Marc moving. Turning quickly he made a mad dash for his friends. He had to get out of there. He had to go. But while he wasn't running in high heels, it wasn't like he knew how to run in these stupid school girl shoes. And who ever thought it was a good idea to hide your dick by pulling it up between your legs never had to move as fast as Marc was trying to. Like getting punch in the nuts with every step. Not that life hadn't just punch him in the nuts big time too.

It must have been the speed he was traveling and the look on his face that let his friends know something had happened.

"Oh my god Truffle, what happened?!" Angel said grabbing him and trying to slow him down.

"He saw me. He saw ME, through all this shit to MARC!!! He knows I'm here and he knows I came dressed like….THIS. I have to go I have to go…"

"Calm down." Momma Tee said getting up from the booth they commandeered earlier that evening. "Who saw you? You know someone who's here?"

"Guy from school. LeRoy of all fucking people!! He's going to tell them all that he saw me. They're all going to know!!"

"Marc." Momma Tee said making direct eye contact with Marc. "Calm down. Someone from your school is here and figured out who you are? Who? Where?"

"Down on the dance floor. I was…" Marc said turning to show them all where he had been dancing only to find LeRoy standing on the steps leading up from the dance floor, still shocked out of his life. Marc didn't need to point and LeRoy didn't need to hear their conversation to know what was going on when 7 pairs of eyes locked on him.

"Get him girls!" Angel yelled at the group.

There was something within the psyche of LeRoy Bridge that normally would have enjoyed the idea of 5 drag queens tackling him and dragging him off. This wasn't that though. LeRoy was now discovering an unspoken truth about the world he entered that night. Despite the make up. The dresses, the high heels, the purses. Despite the general publics presumption of the urban drag queen. Pissing one off is not a good idea. Better yet 5. LeRoy was quickly taken away to a dark corner.

"Come on, let's go talk to your friend." Momma Tee said putting her arm around marc.

"I can't face him!!! He knows!! He's going to tell people at school!!" Marc said on the verge of heading into hysterics again.

"Marc!! Think about it!! This guy saw you because… he's here too. He can't tell anyone YOU were here without telling them HE was here."

This slowly sank into Marc. LeRoy was… here. "What was LeRoy doing here?"

"I'm guessing it's to meet girls like you. Most of the guys are. Let's go find out." They made their way through the crowd, it was fairly evident which way the group went. After crossing the upper floor they headed down a side hall to the restrooms. Momma Tee stopped Marc before they entered the ladies room. "You got yourself together now? Remember what I told you. This is about having the power. We're no longer concerned whether you're man enough to face him, but how big a bitch you can be when you do. Got it?"

They entered the Ladies' Room to find Angel and his friends standing outside one of the stalls. There was quite a commotion going on, and Marc could hear LeRoy's angry voice from inside the mass of drag queens. Angel appeared to have LeRoy's shirt in his hands along with his phone. When he saw Marc coming and held out his cell. On the screen was a picture of LeRoy along with one of the other girls.

"And there's more where this came from." Angel said starting to flip through the pictures. One photo after another of LeRoy in a classic compromising position, in a dirty toilet, with a different drag queen in each shot. "He's not going to be able to move against you without a flood of incriminating evidence hitting the web."

"Awesome." Marc said scrolling though the shots.

"This guy was on the football team with you? No wonder you took so long to transition. I'd want to stick around as long as I could too if it meant hanging out with meat like him." Angel whispered in a none to low a voice.

Marc stood in the stalls doorway to face LeRoy. The black teen was stressing to no end, sitting on the toilet with his pants on, sweating more than he ever could on the dance floor. Even though his ultra tight white pants. So soaked with sweat that Marc could see LeRoy's dark almost pure black skin tone through them. LeRoy got that same glint of recognition in his eyes but soon it turned to anger.

"Can you girls leave us alone for a bit? I think LeRoy and I need to talk." Marc said entering the stall.

"You sure you don't need us?" Angel asked.

"LeRoy and I are old friends. I think we'll be OK now." Marc said slowly closing the stall door and pushing the little lock shut. He tried to remember Momma's words about being calm and in charge. "Wow. How many hours throughout the years have we spent in locker rooms and bathrooms….bet ya never thought we'd wind up like this?"

"Fucking shit that is you!!!" LeRoy yelled. "I don't know how you found me here, why you followed me, or why you're dressed like that BUT YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME MAN!!! We're friends!!!"

"You think I'm here because of you? Like I followed you? Your being here is just as big a shock to me, buddy." Marc asked

"Why ELSE would you be here… otherwise… oh shit."

"Yea, oh shit."

"Is….what? You mean?" LeRoy said, calming down to a stunned whisper.

"Well you wanted to know what was going on. Well…." Marc said moving his hand across himself in his best Vanna White imitation. He waited for LeRoy to say something but the teen just sat on the toilet in slack jaw shock. "Yea, think how it feels like going through this on my end?"

"Is that why your off the team? Why you're not in school so much? And those pills we've seen you take? Is this"

"Adds up quickly once you see the cheerleader outfit, pretty much. Everything's been happening sort of fast but, yea had to start facing the truth about myself. Not going to be happy till, you know… stop fooling myself and start admitting I should have always been a girl…." Marc said not really believing he was admitting this to LeRoy, but finding some measure of relief in being able to talk about this with someone he knew. "But I'm, as they say, dressed for the occasion… you on the other hand..?"

"Have…known I'm into guys since grade school, yea. No one knows, OK, NO ONE. Not my Mom. Not my Dad. Here with a cousin but we're like… the only ones who know….and you now. Just started hitting the clubs and bars and shit, and now you're here and…FUCK THOSE PICTURES MAN!!! THEY CAN'T… ."

"First off, don't be so sure your secrets that much a secret. Finding my Dad knew a whole lot more about me than I ever knew. Your parents might not be in the dark as much as you think…or would like. Second don't worry about the pictures. I'll get them to delete 'em all. Just being protective. But is this why you're spitting hate at the swim team….and holy crap is that why you noticed my shaved legs? No one else did!"

"Course I'm going to be putting up the hate on the swim team. Can't have anyone think I'm like that….even though I am. Always on the look out for a guy with a great pair of shaved legs. Shit dude. You know how many nasty thoughts I had about you with those shaved legs, and now to find out…damn." LeRoy said getting the smile back on his face that he had out on the dance floor before he recognized Marc.

LeRoy reached out from his seated position and started running his hand up and down Marc's leg. Marc had felt his own hands running over the thin silky fabric almost every day since his box of undies showed up at the house. This was the first time it was someone else's hand. And it felt really good. LeRoy knew just where to run his fingers, just where to let his palm to the work. After a few strokes his range went higher, up Marc's dress and next to his inner thigh. Marc had not made eye contact with LeRoy since he started placing his hands on him. As the black teens long fingers rested momentarily on his inner leg, Marc looked down to find LeRoy looking up. With the unspoken approval given, LeRoy moved his hand over onto Marc's empty crotch.

"Geez girl, you're done up right tonight. Tucked up good and tight?" LeRoy whispered in a tone a bit deeper than his usual purred baritone.

"That was the idea." Marc responded, not understanding why he was enjoying this so much.

LeRoy then worked his fingers into the waist of Marc's outfit and started pulling the layers of panties down.

"My friends… my friends said I should be a bitch to you when I came in here…."

"Oh, I can see making you my bitch tonight." LeRoy said giving a stronger yank on the clothing, which despite all it's tight stretch material was now around Marc's knees.

LeRoy stood up and quickly unsnapped his white pants. They hit the floor with his belt buckle making a slight metal 'clink' on the tile. Marc found LeRoy wearing a thin white slip of a thong he'd have ridiculed anyone on the swim team for even thinking about wearing. But here in a Women's room toilet stall in a seedy warehouse Drag Circuit party LeRoy Bridge, Captain of the football team could barely keep his growing black cock inside his delicate white underwear. LeRoy released his dick, a dick Marc had seen hundreds of times, but never like this. Never this hard. Never with it's huge head growing by the second. Dripping in precum that was secreting out the tip. Small globs of it dripping off, leaving a long string of it between the dick head and the floor when it pooled on the tile.

"You look like you're all set too." Marc said, hesitating briefly then taking LeRoy's cock in his hand. It was about as long as Angel's had been, but so much thicker. Marc could fee the veins pumping blood through to keep it that hard, and to get it harder. Marc saw his hand, the one that used to catch football, wrapped around a black teen's dick, his fingers capped off with fake red nails. He tried to make believe it wasn't his hand that started pumping the dick, down it's shaft to the wiry pubic bush on his best buddy's groin, and then back up stopping at the plum sized head. But it felt so great doing that Marc soon didn't want it to be anyone else's hand on that cock.

"As you said, that's the idea. So, how 'bout it?"

"I don't think I'm good enough at giving head yet to be able to fix my makeup afterwards…"

"Not your mouth I'm thinking about girl." LeRoy said reaching down, going past Marc's still soft cock and balls, back to stick his finger between Marc's butt cheeks till it was dangerously close to his ass hole.

"I don't know if I'm ready for…" Marc said taking his free hand, taking LeRoy and the wrist and starting to remove it from between his legs.

"Would you be here, dressed like that, doing what you're doing if you weren't ready? Girl, what else did you come here tonight to do?"

Lowering his head slightly, finding he could no longer make direct eye contact with LeRoy, Marc had to admit that he was right. It was a night to try new things. Even if, as his Father had told him, they would normally disgust him. Even if deep down Marc had to admit also, that he wanted this.

Marc turned to face the closed door and arched his back some so his ass stuck out. Despite the stretch fabric around his knees, he was able to move his legs apart even more to so butt separated a bit more.

"Oh wait. We should use a condom. I've got one out in…" Marc stopped himself from saying 'purse'. He was in a bathroom stall about to be fucked by a guy he'd spent over the last decade growing up with, but he wasn't ready to own up to the fact that he had a purse.

"We're OK. I know I'm clean. You're too new to all this to have anything. Got a better chance of picking something off this floor than we do each other." LeRoy said flipping Marc's skirt up so his ass was completely exposed. "You have no idea how long I've been drooling over this hot ass of yours boy." Changing his reference of Marc from a 'girl' to a 'boy' threw Marc for the split second he had to think before LeRoy inserted a finger suddenly deep within Marc's asshole.

Not even in playing around and experimenting had Marc even put anything up his ass. If he ever gave it a thought it would have been to figure it would have been close to how it felt like taking a shit, but maybe in reverse. But it was so much different than that. LeRoy's finger moved as it entered, pressing around, then he drew it back, only in insert two fingers. The slickness on the fingers combined with their hard knuckles and the built up calluses was driving Marc crazy.

LeRoy was so quick to remove his finger's from Marc's ass and start pushing his dick head in, that Marc didn't even realize what was happening at first. He tried to prepare himself and even pushed back, thinking that might make it feel better. But the farther the cock head pressed into his virgin hole, the more it hurt. It wasn't like with LeRoy's fingers that could move and adjust, this was just a iron hard burning hot shaft entering him. And it hurt.

"Hold on, hold on… that's really hurting…" Marc said trying to catch his breath.

"That's why they call it being a bitch." LeRoy said wrapping his arm around Marc's waist and pulling him onto his cock.

Despite the make up, the cheerleader outfit, the false eyelashes, the panties, the hosiery, and even despite his tiny growing tits, the moan that came out of Marc was all man. He thought he might have been going blind but realized it was just his eyes rolling back into his head. Marc reached up, grabbed the toilet stall door by its top edge and almost ripped it off its hinges as LeRoy started fucking him.

And there was no other word for what LeRoy was doing to his ass. Marc had the opportunity to have sex with several girls. Even did what he considered 'made love' to Sherri, who he thought he did love at the time. But LeRoy was fucking him. Marc could feel the thick cock slam into and out of his ass. Not just at the contact point with his hole. But when LeRoy pushed all the way in, he could feel the cock filling him. The heat was incredible. LeRoy's hands gripped Marc's shoulders like a vice. And the pumping still continued. Marc wasn't sure who's breath was getting deeper, his or LeRoy's. LeRoy let go of Marc's shoulders and wrapped his arms around his waist, leaning against Marc so LeRoy's face rested on Marc's back. The pumping of his ass slowed slightly, then suddenly LeRoy pushed into Marc so hard he fell slightly forward till he was up against the stall door. But that was all LeRoy needed to get himself into Marc's ass so deep, that when he shot his load, Marc could almost taste it on his tongue.

LeRoy held himself tightly against Marc's body for a minute, then slipped back, pulling himself out of Marc's ass and falling back on the toilet seat. Marc tried to gather his thoughts, to calm down and cool off. His main thought being that at least if he was going to spend the rest of his life getting fucked, at least the first time it was as a man.

Marc wasn't sure what to do next. He could feel some of LeRoy's cum beginning to drip out of him, so he grabbed some toilet paper to wipe it up. Marc knew from the girls he'd dated that saying 'I love you' at a time like this was risky. And he knew he wasn't going to hear that from LeRoy. So he bent down and pulled his panties back up the best he could. Noticing that his cock never did get hard and showed no signs of ever doing so again. Not even any precum on the tip. His father was right about it being dead. At least he could count on his ass making him feel alive though. It sure did that night.

"We're going to have to do that again sometime bitch." LeRoy said giving Marc's ass a slap.

"Sure do know how to show a girl a good time." Marc said opening the stall door and heading to the mirrors to check his make up. He waqs surprised how 'normal' he looked. Make up still passable. Not sweaty like LeRoy was. His friends back at the table might not even know he just had his ass cherry taken.

"So what do we do now?" LeRoy said from the stall, pulling up his pants from the floor.

"Despite all this, we need to talk more. Might be a good place for a fucking but not the conversation I think we still need. So I'm going to go back and hang out with my friends. I think you're going to have to leave."

"Why's that?" LeRoy said sounding concerned again.

"You said it yourself, picking up something nasty off that tiled floor. Except it was our pants, buddy boy. You've been sitting on one of the nastiest toilets I've even seen in the purest white pants ever made. If you don't mind my checking out your ass….yea, you've got one fucking nasty stain going on…"

"DAMN!!!" LeRoy exploded. He moved past Marc and ran to one of the mirrors over the sinks and tried to turn around so he could see for himself. Which was a bad move. "DAMN!!!! You know how expensive these are!!! Fucking shit ring around my ass!! Stains all over the back side"

"I'm not ready to go homemaker but that's never going to come out."

LeRoy started storming towards the exit. "Hey!" Marc called after him. "Call me Sunday. Let's think this out tomorrow but call me Sunday."

LeRoy seemed to calm down some. "Yea sure. Sounds good. I'm glad we… .just glad."

Marc reached out and put his hand on the back of LeRoy's neck and pulled him close. Marc didn't know of a time when he had kissed one of his former girlfriends without her having lipstick on. It felt much different kissing LeRoy while he was wearing it. His friend didn't even hesitate, like it was a natural way for them to end their talk. LeRoy's lips were different than any of the girls Marc had kissed. Stronger, heavier with a slight taste of an unknown spice to them. Both young men could feel a spark, a wave of excitement, and then a calming shudder. As if the kiss cemented a bond between them that went deeper than the fuck they'd just thrown.

"That make up for the pants and the early evening?" Marc asked.

"You tell me." LeRoy said pulling on is completely stiff cock through his tight pants.

"Call me Sunday."

The two boys kept half an eye on each other as they entered the party again. But soon enough the growing crowds filled in, making them loose sight of each other. Marc returned to his friends something of a hero for facing LeRoy and not running away. They didn't seem to catch on what really happened back in the bathroom. Maybe they thought he was still too new at this to have gotten a quick lay in. He got the girls to forward all the photos they took of LeRoy to his own cell, then delete their copies. Marc told them it was still for security, but seeing how they emphasized LeRoy's great build and handsome face, he just wanted them for himself.

The evening progressed until the early hours. No more make out sessions but there were more than a few opportunities that came up for Marc, which made him feel better about how he looked as a woman. Even if it was a somewhat cartoon version of one.

Momma Tee gave the boys a ride back to Angel's apartment. Marc changed quickly, washed his face. Angel had offered him the couch, saying Antoine wouldn't mind, but Marc was still riding high and could have run home to the suburbs. By the time Marc had washed up and was ready to leave, Angel was passed out next to Antoine in their bed. The big man's arm wrapped around the Latino youth still in full drag. As he was leaving Marc spotted LeRoy's shirt that Angel had grabbed earlier at the club. He took it with him knowing he could return it at least at school on Monday.

Marc hoped he would be able to sneak into the house and get into bed without waking his Father. But as he entered through the back door in the kitchen, he found his Dad sipping coffee and reading the morning paper.

"Oh, hey… you haven't been waiting…." Marc said.

"No, no. I trust you. Just got up a few minutes ago. It is 6:30 after all. But you were always a good boy, I can only assume you were a good girl tonight. Did you have fun?"

"It was great. Such a great time, yea. Danced some but mainly just talked, got to know people." His Father had been incredibly supportive but, like giving Angel the blow job, there was no way he could bring up getting fucked by a guy his Father probably remembered more as a member of his old school car pool from a few years back. Not the teen that ushered his son into the ranks of ass fucked men.

"People like yourself? That's good. I'm sure they've lead very different lives than you up till now. And not just because they've come to accept their gender confusion years before you did. I'm sure you can learn a lot more from them than they could ever from you. Who knows, maybe emulating many parts of their lives would make it easier on you. Use them as a template to how to lead your life as a girl. Or at least someone who's transgendered." his father said evenly and softly.

"Think so? They sure seemed happy. I'd like to get that happy."

"Nothing wrong with being happy. That's what this is all about. Why don't you head up to bed. I'm sure you could use the sleep. I'll try to keep quite." His father said with a slight laugh, as if the man would ever do anything that would be considered loud or outgoing.

"I am tired. Thanks Dad."

Marc only pulled on an old t-shirt when he got into bed. Just enough to keep his breasts from chaffing against the sheets. The nipples were getting so sensitive. While he was incredibly tired he got up, took LeRoy's shirt from the dresser and brought it back to bed with him. Holding onto it, keeping it close to his face so the black teen's aroma hung in the air, Marc soon feel into the deepest sleep he'd had in months.

But LeRoy didn't call on Sunday. And he didn't answer any of the messages that Marc left on his voice mail. Marc didn't even try to make eye contact with LeRoy at school Monday. He knew there wouldn't be any. While he was supposed to have thought about his relationship with LeRoy over that Sunday, it was LeRoy's relationship with the girls he 'dated' that Marc thought about. How he usually treated them like….well like he was being treated right now, after the first fuck. LeRoy got from them what he wanted and moved on, and he got what he wanted from Marc so he was doing the same. At lunch, which he ate alone in the filled lunchroom, he could see LeRoy hanging out with the team, acting like there wasn't anything that changed in his world the past weekend. Well, LeRoy still had a chance at a football scholarship. He still had to play the game. At least Marc could take some solace in knowing he was no longer living a lie. Marc was pretty sure that LeRoy wasn't giving an edited version of what happened to everyone, but he had to notice that by the end of the week, the only people talking to him were the teachers when they asked a question in class. Maybe without the identity of the football hero, they didn't know who Marc was. Not that he was all that sure these days either.

So by the end of the next week when his father told him they had to head to the clinic for Marc's first round of test, Marc didn't have to worry about his 'friends' suddenly missing him again. He only had to worry about the day he'd lose his dick coming even closer.

One thing that hadn't changed was Marc's inability to wake up anytime close to what could be considered 'early'. Meaning that while he got dressed and into his Father's car at 6AM, he slept most of the ride upstate to this clinic. Marc woke up about a half hour before they arrived, surprised to see how far back into the country they were. His father said it was secluded but this was really something. But then, thinking about it, considering how nervous he was getting out of his car and walking across the street to Momma Tee's just to learn make up, having the hospital where they were going to turn him into a girl be deep in the woods might be for the best.

Suddenly, after driving down a side road, though a security gate, they came up to a medical clinic in the middle of the north woods. From the looks of it the place might have at one time been a farm house but has been converted into this medical facility. At least to Marc it seemed clean enough, everyone was very polite and they all looked like they should have been working at one of the hospitals back in town. It was only a few minutes into their stay that Marc realized he didn't see anyone else that could be considered a 'patient'. Which he figured was a good thing since it meant that when he came for… it… he wouldn't have a lot of people staring at him. He also realized after a few minutes that not only was the complete staff Asian, but few of them were speaking English. Even to him. They were making broad enough gestures so he knew where to stand, where to undress, how to move his arms and legs when examined.

Not that everyone wasn't as nice as they could be. The nurses even giggled some and admired his little breasts, in a way that was kind of cute, not embarrassing. But one doctor, lor at least person he hoped was a doctor, after another coming into the room and poking him. The examinations of his groin just wouldn't stop. After a long wait he was shown into another room, again asked to strip completely and made to wait. Except this time they took his clothes. Marc hoped they were going to take care of them, his wallet and cell were in there. He'd tried to call Angel to let him know what was going on, and to talk to fill the time, but the place was out of signal range. Eventually the door opened and a large Asian man entered, Marc guessed an orderly maybe. He gave Marc a glass of water, which Marc had to admit, really hit the spot.

The orderly then motioned for Marc to lay down on the gurney that was in the room. For some reason this room didn't have a table to lay down on, all of them having those stirrups he guessed he was going to have to start getting used to sticking his ankles in. The orderly motioned for him to get on the gurney and lay down. After Marc settled himself, the Orderly pulled a couple of things off the side table. A can of shaving cream and a Bic razor. Without waiting for Marc to really react, the Orderly took the can and sprayed a nice mound on Marc's pubic bush. There wasn't much left given how much Marc had been shaving his body, but it was clear that within minutes, he'd be hairless from the nose down. Marc shifted a little nervously but, with the hand not covered in shaving cream, the Orderly placed his large palm on Marc's shoulder to quite him down.

Which Marc found to work quite well. As soon as his head hit the small pillow for his head, a rush of relaxation came over him. He was able to watch the Orderly start to shave his private area in an almost out of body feeling. Marc had noticed how large the guy was, but now in this relaxed state, and with nothing else on his mind, he could see that the guy was almost bodybuilder big. The tight white uniform was having a bit a trouble holding it all in. He could see the guy's pecs pressed up against the shirt, pulling the fabric taunt between the two large muscles. His arms would stretch the fabric of the shirt sleeves when he tensed up once in a while. And when the Orderly leans across marc to get the far side of his nuts, Marc could see the guy's ass in clear view. Nice a square with just a hint of a dimpled side through the tight pants. If he was going to have someone shave him, he could do a lot worse.

Marc tried to look down to see how it was going, he couldn't feel all that much, But when he lowered his view, even though they were still fairly small, his breasts kept him from seeing his crotch. Never happened in bed, but he had more pillows to prop his head up. Marc also noticed, or found he wasn't noticing, that he couldn't see his dick from that angle either. Time was, this much action around his cock would have gotten it nice and hard, no matter who was doing the groping. But he felt nothing. He didn't even have to se it to know there was nothing going on. Big fucking stud of an Asian bodybuilding pushing his dick back and forth, lifting his nuts up to shave his sack and Mr. Happy is out for the count. The humor of the situation started to get to Marc as he drifted off to a deep sleep.

Marc remembered bits a pieces of waking up. Going down a hallway and seeing the ceiling lights move past him overhead. He thinks he remembered his father talking to him, but that might have been a dream too. Marc also remembered a lot of pulling and prodding of his groin again, but he had spent the morning with that, might as well spend the afternoon asleep if that was all they were going to do.

When he really started to wake up, he was now in a real bed, with an IV hooked up to him, and covered in a blanket. His Father sitting in a chair next to him, looking outside at the dark sky. It was night already?

"Hey, there's my princess." His Dad said seeing his eyes flutter open and scooting the chair closer. "You came though so great! Thanks to you being In such great physical shape and having it done so soon, it was a complete success."

"What… what time is it? Can we go home now?" Marc muttered. His lips were really dry. It must have been hours since he had been given that glass of water to drink.

"Not going anywhere for a few days sweetie. I'm going to head home soon to get some of your stuff, since we didn't know they'd take care of everything today. But I'll be back in the morning. They said you'd be out all night anyway. You OK? Not too much pain?"

"What's… what's going on Dad? What did they do? Why am I in bed. Want to go home…" Marc said trying to move the sheet off and almost undoing the IV.

"JJ just calm down. I explained to you what was going on but maybe you were too out of it. Didn't they tell you before they put you under?" his Dad said trying to keep Marc from getting out of bed.

It wasn't working. Marc pushed his Dad aside and threw back the covers so he could swing his legs off the bed. Only to find his groin completely bandaged, with spots of blood and a catheter tube running out.

"JJ…MARC listen to me. It's over with. Two people canceled their operations today so they had an opening. Your tests were perfect. A text book example of a perfect candidate. So they went ahead and did the operation today. No reason to wait a couple of weeks. You got your wish. You're a girl now."

All of Marc's resistance stopped. His father was able to push him back down onto the bed like he was a rag doll. But if Marc's body was not responding, it was because his mind went into hyper drive. They had done it. He was no longer a man and never would be again. They'd turned him into a girl. He was a girl. He has a pussy. They'd taken his dick off and given him a pussy. A pussy to go with his tits. He had a pee hole and a pussy all wrapped up in created vagina lips and even a clitoris. He had a clit. He had tits and a pussy. The last thing he remembered thinking over and over again before dropping off, as the nurses came running into the room, was that he was a guy with a pussy.

Things had gone marginally better the next day. But that was mainly thanks to the straps holding his arms to his side and from what his father the chemist told him, the high-grade mood elevators they were pumping him full of. Marc was having that strange out of body feeling as when the Orderly was shaving him. He could see people come into the room. He could see them examine him, and smile reassuringly. He could even see then remove his dressing and reapply fresh bandages. But he wasn't really part of it. He couldn't even lift his head up to see his new equipment when he knew it was exposed. Marc could tell that his Father was there, keeping an eye on the staff, making sure they were taking care of him. Being his usual odd self when the nurse showed his Father his new pussy, his Father flashing him a thumbs up.

The day after that was better, given that the unhinged from reality part of his perception seemed to start from his waist down. At least he could move some and sit up. The nurses were also doing something as they changed the dressing several times a day that he wasn't sure about. After a lunch of mainly jello and more jello they again started doing something under the sheets he was sure was more than cleaning.

"What's going on? You keep doing something….?"

The nurses looked at each other then called to the nurses desk. In a minute yet another nurse came into the room.

"You have question?" she asked.

Finally, someone who spoke English. "What dot hey keep doing? I mean, I know they're changing the dressing but what are they doing right now. I keep feeling…"

"Ah. They are… opening your vagina. This must be done several times a day, at least a half hour each time. Very important. See." She said stepping into the bathroom and coming out with a small hand mirror. She held it up so the reflection would show Marc what was happening.

And there in the mirror Marc saw his brand new vagina for the first time. It wasn't as Frankenstein like as he thought it would be. There was some discoloration. Some bruising and some stitches showing. The size sort of surprised him. Even with the slight swelling it was smaller than he thought it would. But then he kept dreaming it turned out to be twice as big as any 'real' pussy he'd ever seen so, maybe it was just the right size after all. The thing he tried to remain calm about though, beyond his new body configuration, was what appeared to be a fairly large vibrator sticking out of him. One the nurses must have been inserting into his new vagina whenever they cleaned his dressing.

"You see? Your body does not understand that this is vagina. Your body thinks is wound. So your body is going to try to heal it, close it. We show you tomorrow when you feel better but you must take this…" she said removing the object from Marc's pussy and whipping it off. The sight of which almost made Marc pass out. "You take this and inert it into you every three hours, for a half hour. Right now, we only go up to 6 but you must start taking it up to 8 inches tomorrow." A quick republication of the shaft and Marc could see it reinserted into himself.

This time Marc did fall back into his pillows as the world got a little shaky. He wasn't sure what was worse, or at least what was freaking him out more. That he had been penetrated several times over the past day without ever feeling it. That he was going to have to start penetrating himself even more. Or that if he didn't keep on penetrating himself even deeper than he had been already, his new pussy would close up on him. Marc laid in bed and tried also not to think about the fact that up till now he was on so many painkillers he couldn't feel the shaft inserted deep within him.. But they were going to be taking him off them soon enough. And the main point of having a vagina was to feel it when things were inserted into him. The pillows were just not deep enough to keep him from falling back into another deep unconsciousness.

The third day of his stay at the clinic was getting him out of bed and walking around some. Not before the put him in an adult diaper to make sure there weren't any accidents while out on their strolls. Marc knew he was still on heavy painkillers and the feeling of walking without a dick between his legs was going to start soon enough. They got him out of bed and walking around the room first, then out to make the trip from one end of the hall to the other. While doing this Marc saw his first other patient another young… woman who looked much more like a true woman than Marc currently did. He didn't make eye contact with her though. Maybe hoping that if he tried to remain fairly masculine as he could, she wouldn't know that he was also a she now.

But to prepare marc for the exercise, they started the day out by removing the catheter. Even with the painkillers it hurt like hell, but he was glad to have it out. Seeing the clear tube go up his hospital gown was bad enough. Seeing the yellow liquid start to drain through the tube, down the side of the bed and into a bag hanging on the side, was even worse. In the late afternoon though, Marc started to feel something. He needed to pee. And if there was one thing he already knew about his new equipment, there wasn't anything he could use to hold it back any longer.

Throwing the bed sheets side he got his legs off the bed and gingerly scooted himself off till his feet touched the ground. It was the first time he did it without a nurse around so he wanted to be extra careful. Pushing himself up and got into a standing position, feeling a slight wave of pain up his legs into his privates as his weight shifted. But using the bed as a brace he was able to walk to the end, the he few steps across the floor into the bathroom.

Marc carefully sat down on the toilet and, hoping that instinct was all he needed, let go. Which was a mess. The pee just came dribbling out, making a mess. So he lifted himself up some till, he hoped, the lips parted a bit. That helped the flow but it didn't help the situation.

Fisssssss… fissssssssssssssss… fissssss….

God he hated that noise. What a dumb ass noise for a cunt to make. Like someone poking a hole in a water balloon. Fisssssssssss… He tried moving around to see if he could get it to come out sounding different, but that just made things messy again. With a dick he just pointed and shot like a fire hose, this was more like a sprinkler system.

"Oh, there you are." The one nurse who spoke English said coming in the room. "You OK. You pee, yes?"

"Yea I'm peeing, thank you."

'No pain?"

"No, no pain, feels OK."

"Ah good. When you're done you wipe real good. But softly. Just like you wiped your ass but in front, OK?"

"Got it." Marc said hoping that if he sounded like he knew what to do she's just go away. FiFFFFISSSSSssssssssss… Guess there was nothing close to being pee shy when you have a pussy.

The nurse walked in with his dilator, and the small bottle of lubricant, placing it next to him. "Time for you to dilate too. Is easy when on toilet. When you're done you go ahead and start, yes? Get it in to the 8 OK?"

"Yea got it. Thanks." Marc said hoping that would get her to leave him alone. But she still stood there. "Honestly I've got it. Thanks."

"Need to see you wipe to make sure there's no blood."

Marc grabbed as much toilet paper as he thought he'd need and stuck it between his legs. It wasn't as bad as he though. Despite what he was thinking, most of the urine had flowed away. There were a few spots of blood, very faint of the paper when he showed the Nurse.

"Ah, OK. That's OK. Just a little from the stitches. Nothing internal. That's to be expected. You're fine, you're fine. Now…" she said moving the dilator closer to him.

"OK, I'll do it but please…" Marc said as pleading as he could.

For once someone seemed to understand his need for dignity, so she left. Marc took a deep breath and picked up the long shaft. He took some of the lubricant and applied it to the end, just like he had been shown. Turning it around so the numbers on the side pointed d up, so he could see them, Marc too the plastic shaft and started trying to insert it between his legs. It was different sitting down than it had been laying in the bed. He aimed wrong , hit something and sent a shock wave through him like he hadn't felt since the last time… since the last time he came back when he could cum, like a real man would. Taking a breath he aimed for the area and hit it again, and got the same reaction. Shit that must have been the clit they made for him. Was it always going to be that sensitive? Or was it just because it was new? Hitting it one more time, he had to admit just for fun, Marc moved the shaft back farther, found the vagina opening and started inserting it in.

Marc had to remind himself to really relax when he did this. The first few times he tensed up, contracted the wrong muscles inside of himself and almost shot the damn thing out. But if he relaxed, and applied even pressure, he could get it in the full 8. Which he guessed meant 8 inches. Sitting in the bathroom he forgot there wasn't a clock in there, so he had to start guessing how long he was doing it. Making his mind wander some. Like noticing that the mirror over the sink was really low, he guessed so people in wheelchairs could use it. Which meant…

Keeping one hand on the tube up his pussy, Marc carefully stood up. With his free hand he rolled the hospital gown up and tucked it under his chin to keep it up. Pretty fucking amazing. Seeing it little by little in the hand mirror didn't give him anything close to the full effect. It was his body, a bit thinner, a little less muscular, but he knew it was his body. Without a dick. The breasts were still fairly small, no real growth over the last few days, and if he moved his arm right to block them, it was a guy's body with a pussy. The good six pack, the 'kind of out' - 'kind of in' belly button, that nice flat area that used to have the cool treasure trail going from the navel to his dick hair, now all smooth. As was his crotch. There between his legs, taking a plastic shaft up to 8 inches, was a girl's pussy. Kind of small, very neat, still needed to heal some but, if it wasn't attached to a guy's body, no one would ever know. The logistics were kind of hard but keeping the dilator inserted, and trying not to lose his footing, Marc turned sideways. No, his ass was still that of a high school football player. Well, that would make LeRoy happy if he ever gave the shit heel a chance to fuck him again. No, wait. If LeRoy ever got a chance to fuck him again, he had something new to fuck.

Marc figured he was just about done but still had a few more minutes to dilate when he heard someone out in his room.

"JJ are you here? They said you were…oh there you are." His father said coming into the bathroom. Marc first turned his back to his father, so he wouldn't see his former son pushing a vibrator up his pussy, only to realize the back of his gown was open so his ass was hanging out.

"Yea Dad, I'm in here. Walking around today. Can you give me a minute?"

"Sure. What are you doing? Are you dilating? It's not like I haven't seen that you know. I was watching them do that to you before you can too. Is it going OK, any pain?"

"Well yea but…can you give me a minute?"

"Ok, OK, I get the message." his Father said laughing politely. "A girl needs her privacy."

That really raised the hairs on the back of Marc's neck,. Maybe it was because he was fairly alone all day at the clinic, with a staff of people who didn't speak to him because they didn't speak English. But he wasn't used to being either called JJ on a regular basis or in female terms. Like his father was doing when ever he could make it out there.

"I brought your school work. I'll put it on your bed table." Marc's father said leaving the bathroom and going into the hospital room. "They said you're doing great by the way. Much better than they could hope for. I knew you'd be fine though. They can't possibly get a client in such fine physical shape as you are all that often. "

"Uh-huh." Marc said slowly removing the dilator out of his body cavity and beginning to wash it off in the sink. He didn't see any blood on it and, remembering the flush the toilet from his pee more than a half hour before, didn't see any blood in the bowl either.

"They didn't tell me exactly what they were looking for but if you're still doing this god tomorrow, you can go home on Friday."

"Oh great." Marc said carefully walking back into the room. "No, don't get up, I can do it." He said trying to head off his Father's attempt to help him back to bed. " Glad to get out of here. Going kind of stir crazy without anyone to talk to. Except you of course."

"Speaking of that, someone came by the house to see you…" his Father said. Marc immediately was as thrilled at the thought that it might have been LeRoy as he was afraid it was him. "Some Mexican guy? Looked like he might be old enough to be in your class…but I got the feeling he wasn't…"

"Dad! Mexican guy? That had to be Angel." Marc said getting into bed and pulling the sheets up to cover his legs. "I told you about him. He helped me with…make up. What did you tell him?"

"Like I said, I was pretty sure he wasn't part of your class but I wanted to be safe so I just said you were out of town for a few days. Sorry I remember about him. Angel? Well, you'll be home in a couple of days. Your cell phone should be working again and you can call him from the house. Sorry this place is so isolated that you phone is out of range. And they don't allow phones in rooms to keep patients from stressing themselves out."

"Guess it's not so much that I want to call everyone and say "Hey guess what I got!!!" as it is, you know, all this is going on and they don't know about it." Marc said lying down, letting his head sink into the pillows.

"I know. But you've been doing so great. You're making great strides towards your end goal. Everything is progressing as it should. Even better than we could have ever hoped. You've no longer even taking steps to become a woman, you are one. And it's the best that we could hope for. Why don't you rest some, close you eyes and sleep. I'll wake you when they bring your dinner."

Marc thought that was a great idea. It seemed like it was ages ago that he got up to use the bathroom. He found himself quickly drifting off, not thinking of what was still to come, not obsessing about how he was going to live his life from now on Just relaxing and accepting that he was doing the right thing. For a moment he thought he heard his Father's voice. Not like he was talking to someone, like a Nurse, but just talking. Marc tried to wake up more so he could hear what his Father was saying but he was so tired he just continued to relax. Knowing that now that he was physically a girl, becoming one more mentally would be easier. As would reentering the world as a girl. He was doing all the right things to prepare for that, and he should have no doubts about any step he took to achieve it. It all made sense. It all sounded just like something his Father might tell him.

The next day had gone well. He got out of bed several times to walk around the hallways by himself. The Nursing staff giving him approving looks. He was able to make it to the bathroom each time nature called without pissing himself. Well, almost every time, he was sort of still working on that. So when they told him he could go home Friday afternoon he almost did cry in happiness. Almost cried. He did giggle though.

Back home his Father all but ordered Marc upstairs to bed, which sounded like a god idea to him anyway. His walking was getting better but the stairs were a bit of an adventure. He hadn't bent him legs at the knees that high yet, causing some pressure of the sensitive new vaginal area. Once up in his room he undressed from his clothes, they were the same things he had worn to the clinic just earlier that week for 'tests'. Due to the liquid diet he had been on all week, they were fitting fairly loose now. Which made him think.

Marc went to his dresser and dug around till he pulled out one of his real pairs of women's panties. Not the 'Manties' made for men who like to dress as women, but the real thing. He found a lacy black pair and carefully pulled them up his legs. They were a perfect fit. Not squeezing tight like before, but just tight enough to press against his body like a second skin. And in front, perfectly smooth. Marc reached down and brushed out the few wrinkles in the fabric, running his hand across his empty crotch. Maybe it was being back in his room, in a familiar place, and wearing women's panties like a real woman would, but the full extent of the fact that he was no longer a man hit him as never before. And just like when his Father said someone visited and he thought it might be LeRoy, the realization of his operation both scared and excited him.

After pulling on one of his old t-shirts Marc got into bed and took out his cell phone, calling up Angel's number.

"Hey Angel, it's Marc. Or JJ. Yea just got back. Where was I, I was… . Yea? Ok, then what did you do. Ok. Ok. Cool" Marc said listing to Angel go on and on about one thing after another. "Yea sure. Sure. Back to me now? Where was I? Out getting a vagina."

Marc almost dropped the phone from Angel screaming in his ear. He knew his friend would be the person to tell. That Angel would be excited for him and supportive. Just not that excited. They talked for a couple of hours, Angel wanting each and every detail. Marc not really having that many details to give. Went in, they cut it off, hollowed out a pussy for him and now he's trying to keep it from closing. He hadn't really started dealing with technically being a woman now, but hoped that being home would help. Marc didn't feel up to the drive into the city and Angel was going to be busy at, but they made tentative plans for a visit towards the end of the week. Marc continued to relax and checked his almost full cell phone. Quite a few from Angel that could be deleted now that they talked. Surprisingly not only a number of them from LeRoy, but called that went from apologetic to worried as to where Marc was to very worried that something happened to him since he wasn't returning calls. Interesting, Marc thought as he went through and deleted each and every one without listening to any more.

The weekend and most of the next week was spent with Marc healing. Mainly on his own. As much as his Father had planned to be with him, and did stay home a couple of days, his work just needed him to be in the office more than he thought. So Marc's days were spent dealing with the fact that he was now a she. He went though a range of dealing with the issue from deciding that then and there he was never going to refier to himself or think of himself as a 'male' ever again, to thinking he'd just ease into the whole thing as his body became more and more feminine. Once he looked like someone who would wear a dress, then he could think of himself as a girl. Marc continued with the experiments he tried at the clinic. Wearing one of his more push up bras and a pair of real woman's panties, the mirror looked somewhat like a very athletic girl. Take the bra and panties off, arm across the chest to block the tits and hand cupping the pussy, the mirror said fairly athletic man.

At the end of the week he made plans for Angel to come over and see the new Marc. He wasn't sure how his Father would react to having Angel in the house but, as luck would have it, Friday turned out to be a day his father had to spend all day at the office. It also turned out to be a major day for Marc because it was the day his stitches would come out. Even better was that he didn't have to go all the way back to the clinic to to have the out. His Father had made arraignments for one of the nurses, a Nurse Kim to come by, check on his progress and remove the stitches. Hearing that the Nurse spoke English, Marc guessed it could only have been that one nurse, like a head nurse, who explained about his need to dilate. Marc was a little relieved that it wouldn't be a stranger clipping the stings out of his snatch.

"GIRL!!" Angel said launching himself across the front entrance and wrapping himself around Marc. This all came within a split second of Marc opening the door. "You've lost weight!! Looks good!!"

"Yea, they put me on a liquid diet at the clinic. Haven't gotten my appetite back. Nice car by the way." Marc said motioning to the beat up old Toyota parked out on the street before closing the front door to his house.

"Eh, fuck you. OH no, guess that would make me straight now, yuck!!!" Angel said laughing. "Well, come on, let's have an unveiling!!"

"Let's head up to my room. Feel kind of funny flashing my pussy at you in the living room."

As they headed through the house and up the stairs, for some reason, in a different way than before, Marc felt the complete absence of his dick. Sure he had been living without it for about a week now, but that was in the setting of the clinic. Different around his Dad too since, with his Dad it was all just part of the journey he was on. But with Angel. Angel had seen his dick. Only about two weeks ago. The last time he saw Angel he had a dick. Now he didn't. And it's missing from between his legs now seemed almost vast in scope.

"OK, have a seat." Marc said motioning to the bed. Angel took a set at the end of the bed placing next to him the brown paper bag he brought into the house with him. Marc pulled his oversize sweatshirt up some and started to pull the sting tie on his sweat pants, then hesitated. "Remember we're being respectful today. And supportive."

"Yea, yea, let's see some pussy." Angel said bouncing on the bed a bit.

Marc undid the tie and let his pants fall to the floor. With the large sweat pants he didn't bother wearing any panties. So there was nothing else keeping Angel Covasos from seeing Marc's new equipment. Unless his eyes actually did bug out of his head like they appeared to be doing.

"Madre…" he whispered.

"Not too shabby."

"It's like when you showed me your tits, it can't be real."

"Still a little swollen…."

"But girl, it's perfect. I thought it might look really big or more like they just ripped you dick off and left a hole.."

"Thanks, nice image."

"Did you say a Nurse was coming by to take out some stitches? Was she here already, I don't se any."

"They're kind of underneath, see." Marc said reaching down and adjusting the skin to show Angel.

"Holy crap, it that what I think it is." Angel said suddenly reaching out and tickling Marc's new sensitive clitoris. The shock that went thought Marc was unlike any he had caused for himself yet.

'Oh my god don't… don't ever… do it again." Marc said putting Angel's hand on his groin again.

"Do it again or don't do it again?" Angel said as intrigued as he was confused.

"Do it again…" Marc whispered.

Angel took a little more time on his second exploration. Playing with the vagina lips some. Running a finger along the line, gently stroking the flesh. Pausing just briefly then repeating the tickle he had just done. Marc almost doubled over with shock waves.

"It's…" Marc tried to say, trying to get his breath back. "It's not like when I was a guy and had to wait. I can do that all day till I'm raw. And as soon as I get more of my strength back I plan on doing just that." He said with a wicked smile on his face.

"Then maybe the gifts from Momma will help." Angel said handing Marc the brown bag that sat next to him, breaking out in his own wicked smile.

Marc opened the bag, shut it again, then reopened it. "These are the biggest dildos I've seen in my life. Well, actually they're the only dildos I've ever really seen except for pictures in porn mags."

"That would still make them technically the biggest you've ever seen. Not me by the way but no real surprise." Angel said

"Wouldn't be surprised if these were the smallest you've ever taken, ya big fag." Marc said taking a large thick rubber and plastic fake cock out of the bag. "Oh nice, based on a porn star. Not sure why Momma thought this was an appropriate gift…."

"Now now, don't get all uptight on us, Missy. Momma's worked with a lot of Tgirls over the years. She knows you got to do something to keep your pussy from closing up, and said some of the girls she's worked with liked these better than what the doctors gave them. Come on, got to be more fun that the boring stick over there." Angel said motioning to Marc's dilator he accidentally left out on his bedside table.

"Maybe one day. I think I'll have to work my way up to these. Just getting my stitches out today. Don't want to do something that'll cause me to get more. They've been kind of itchy. What's this thing?" Marc said pulling another device out.

"Butt plug, that's mine. Wore my last one out and Antoine doesn't like it when I walk around with a loose plug."

"Way to much info…" Marc started to say but was interrupted by the front door ringing. "Shit that's the nurse." He said hiking up his sweats. "Can you go let her in, I need to go get a bit cleaned up. Your pushing my button got me all sweaty, Mister." Marc said in a slightly higher, more feminine voice.

"Hey that was pretty good. Wow, I just noticed, you voice didn't change after the operation."

"Only happens in cartoon, but yea I figure I need to start practicing." the bell rang again. "Go get her will you?"

Marc headed into his bathroom, got out a wash clothe and wetted it down some. He didn't even need a mirror anymore to clean himself as he was now. After years of running his hand up and down the hard shaft of his dick, he was getting used to the inner contours of his pussy. He heard some voices out in his bedroom, tossed the washcloth into the dirty laundry pile and got a big surprise.

"You'll have to excuses my friend Nurse Kim, she's still having a little gender confusion when it comes to other people too." Angel said standing next to the huge male Asian orderly who had shaved him down at the clinic.

"Oh that's alright." He said in a soft deep voice with a slight accent. "Not the first time someone has heard the name, and the profession, and drawn the wrong conclusion. How are you Miss? You're looking good. Do you remember me?" His smile was innocent, sweet and almost as hot as the biceps that still bulged out of his tight white shirt.

"Ummmm… uhhhh… yea I do. But, you speak English? Why didn't you at the clinic?" Marc said very confused.

"I did Miss. But I'm afraid you were… out of it? Is that the term? The sedative I gave you does work very quickly. I got the impression you weren't hearing me when I asked you a few questions." The Nurse said placing the bag he carried on the bed.

"I guess." Marc said. So much had been so confusing to him these days. But he was fairly certain his attempts to speak to this guy were met without any response.

"If you'll lay back on the bed we can get started. Perhaps you friend should wait down stairs…?"

"No that's OK. I'm not squeamish and I'm getting off on him calling you 'Miss'. Got to start doing that myself." Angel said getting very close to the Nurse.

Marc again dropped his pants, got on his bed and did his best to present himself to the Nurse. After hearing his snap on a pair of glove Marc could feel the Nurse start to probe the area.

"You're looking very good. Healing quite nicely. Any new pain or and discolor in you urine?

"No everything is FINE." Marc yelled when the Nurse brushed against his clit.

"Oh, Nurse Kim, you hit the panic button. We were playing wit that when you came in."

"Angel!" Marc yelled, trying to lift his head enough so the shout sent the right message.

"I'm going to start removing the stitches now Miss. You might feel some pinching as I do this, but if it hurts please let me know and I can deaden the area some. But getting back to what your friend said. There's no reason to be embarrassed. Exploration is a natural thing in your situation, and quite healthy." The Nurse said as he continued his work. Marc tried to listen but he couldn't help feeling a little over whelmed.

When Marc was talking to Angel, just the two of them, it was more like two buddies hanging out, just like he'd done for years with guys on the football team. But something shifted now. Here he was, legs spread, in his bedroom of his house, two men in the room. Sure he was safe with both of them but Angel was as much a Latino street thug when he wanted to be as a little fairy. His tight t-shirt doing little to hide the muscles he got from the day labor construction jobs he worked. Marc noticed that he grew his bread back. For some reason giving him more of an exotic look. Couple of times he looked up to give Marc a friendly grin that hinted to more than just friendship. And then there was Nurse Kim. If he hadn't been so polite and business like, it would almost be intimidating having a man this size in the room with him. How he was able to gain so much muscle mass and keep a regular job was a mystery. The guy must spend every moment away from the clinic in a gym. And there he was, between Marc's legs. Strands of his inky black hair falling down over his forehead and he bent to get a better look at the stitches. Marc could at time feel him breath out, the slight wind hitting his vagina. A girl for just over a week and he had two men in his room. One he'd let fuck him if he wasn't gay, and the other he'd let fuck him if the other wasn't in the room.

"Speaking of not being embarrassed." Angel said going over to the bag from Momma. "We were also discussing if Miss should switch to these babies instead of old faithful there on the night stand."

Nurse Kim looked up from what he was doing and gave a brief smile. "Oh yes, I've seen those before. Yes, Miss can switch to those instead of her dilator. I've seen a few patients use those instead. As long as there's no pain, no bleeding and of course it's kept clean, it would work just as well."

Marc didn't even need to lift his head up to know the snapping and breaking of thick plastic was Angel ripping one of the dildos out of it's packaging.

"We don't need one of those right now…" Marc started to say.

"Oh I think we do. Nurse, wouldn't it be smart for Miss to attempt one of these while you're here. Incase something goes wrong from the area where the stitches were removed?"

"Your friend makes a good point. Just a couple more stitches. There. Yes it would be a good idea to dilate you while I'm here. Miss? Is the device your friend is holding one you'd like to try today? Or is there another….?"

"It's not the big one is it?" Marc said knowing who he was dealing with.

"We're saving that one for Christmas, Miss. Here, grease this one up." Was all Marc could hear Angel say.

"Oh, we wouldn't use grease. That would be unhygienic. But Miss does need some extra lubricant. While her vagina is a close to natural as science can create, they have yet come up with a way for a natural lubrication in transgender women." Nurse Kim said obviously not getting it that Angel was kidding with the word grease.

"Yea, OK. Nurse Kim, as a gay man I'm just used to dealing with one whole back here. So many to pick from. Just where does this go?"

"Angel I am so going to kill…Ohhhh"

"As you can see the device is inserted into the created vagina here in the lower area. On the device we gave Miss at the clinic it's marked off, so we'll have to estimate the 8 inches that need to be inserted."

This was unlike anything Marc had felt before. The shaft of the dilator he had been using was smooth and slicked up nicely. What was happening to him now was just insane. The feel of the dildo being completely different. The realness of it's shape, how it had a full head on the end, the thickness not being 100% constant on the shaft, and the obscene number of veins sticking out along it. Not even the porn star who it was based on had a dick this magnificent. Along with Marc not being in control as it was being inserted into him. The nurses had done it back at the clinic the first few days but he'd been numbed up at that time. Now, the giant of a muscle Asian man at the foot of his bed was slowly sticking a huge cock in his cunt. Who much different was that than him putting his own in?

"Are you alright Miss? Any pain?"

Marc could only respond by reaching out on his bed and grabbing handfuls of his sheets.

"We should take that as all system's go. Now Nurse Kim, should Miss only inserted the shaft and leave it there? Would it help any if she moved it in and out, like this?"

Marc suddenly felt the shaft that had been inserted into him begin to move. This wasn't like when LeRoy fucked him in the ass. That hurt at first and when the pain stopped, there was just a feeling around his asshole. This was something totally different. His entire lower body was alive with shockwaves. The dildo being so much bigger than the shaft he had been using, the lubricate now working quite as well along with the extra texture of the veins, the friction that built up just from moving it slightly in and out of his pussy was enough to send him over the edge. And Angel wasn't moving it 'slightly' any more. The boy knew how to fuck with a dick even if it wasn't his own.

"No, no…that's a bit too much for Miss at this time. Gentle movements would be all right, like this."

And now the stud had to get into the act. Carefully moving the dildo in and out of him, Marc could feel every vein, could felt he huge head on that monster push in first, then strain against the sides when backed out a bit. Nurse Kim also didn't keep it going straight in, but moved it up a little, moved it down. But with an even pressure and rhythm. Marc was again about to go into heaven when he felt the dildo suddenly yanked out of him.

"This looks very good. No bleeding. The area where the stitches were removed is fine. Good color over all. I'm going to leave some antiseptic wipes for when you're done, you should continue for a normal session." Nurse Kim said suddenly wrapping things up. Marc was unsure about this sudden change of direction. Till he noticed as Kim moved around how large the front of his pants had gotten. A noticeable bulge appearing in those tight white pants. " Make sure you keep your appointment with the clinic at the end of the month for a check up. And please, at the first sign of any pair or discomfort, give us a call."

"I will." Marc said taking the dildo off the sheet and beginning to reinsert it into himself. "Angel can you show the Nurse out. Got more than my hands full."

Marc could hear the two make some small talk as they headed down the stairs. It was a little while longer than he expected before Angel came back. But the two beers in his hands explained where he'd gone.

"Thought these might come in handy." Angel said handing one over to Marc. They were his Father's and normally he wouldn't drink at the house, but Marc sure needed one. Angel kicked his shoes off and crawled onto the bed, snuggling up next to Marc and putting his arms around his shoulder.

"Someone made the Nurse get hard." Angel said in a funny sing song voice.

"Did you see that too. Not that he wasn't having an effect on me. And I suppose you were your normal mature self and had no reaction?"

"Well, I like muscles but I've already got a fine set in African black back at my place. As for seeing a pussy take a dildo, well I do love you but I'm still queer Sweetie. More like a magic trick for me."

"Does any of this strike you as… weird?" Marc asked. Angel spit out his the mouthful of beer he was drinking and began to laugh.

 

Part 5

Angel stayed a few more hours. They played around with Marc's girlie clothes and even fooled around some. But the more it started getting late the more nervous Marc was at the idea of Angel being there when his father got home. He wasn't sure why, woman's intuition he kept telling himself.

He did feel he needed to be honest with his father so Marc did tell him that Angel came by. And while he didn't say anything, Marc could feel his father tense up some. But he didn't say anything really, just asked if the nurse came by too and what they two of them talked about. Marc held back on the talk of the fooling around some, but just said they talked about clothes and make up, like girls would. And even made a joke about his asking Angel if any of this seemed weird to him.

That's when Marc's father reacted. Marc found himself thinking that even if he was still a guy he might have been a little afraid of his father's yelling like he was. The fact that Marc even slightly doubted what was going on, that he even considered his situation anything but normal was very upsetting top his father. And if got even worse when Marc admitted to have stopped taking both the hormones and the memory pills.

Since he was away from school and pretty well caught up on his homework Marc figured he didn't need the memory pills any longer. As for the hormones well, without a dick Marc figured he wasn't going to be producing any testosterone anytime soon ever again so why bother. But that just set his father off on one of his patented speeches about how much more his father knew than Marc, and how he was a chemist long before Marc was ever born, and just on and on. To the point that for the first time Marc felt like a little girl in a corner, hopelessly useless and needing a man to take care of everything. Since he was no longer a man in any way.

Marc still had a few more days at home before he started up school again. And while his father had been going back into work since he'd gotten home from the hospital, after the explosion the night before, his father was around him almost day and night. Quite literally. Marc even work up one night to find his father just sitting in a chair by Marc's bed. The sound of his voice was what woke him up, but Marc wasn't sure what his father had been saying. When pressed as to why he was in his room, his Father just said that sometimes a parent needs to watch over a child to be sure they're safe. Which began to make sense to Marc. Things his father said were beginning to make sense again. What with his being around so much. And Marc back on his medication.

At least by the end of the week his father let up some and even went into work for a few hours. Almost as soon as he was out the door, so was Marc. Off to the mall. He didn't have any real plan, just to get out of the house and get some fresh air. Checked a few clothes stores but he wasn't ready to start dressing like the girl he was quite yet. In public at least. His father was really pressing him to start dressing like a girl at least around the house. Marc also wanted to look a bit more like a female and not sop much like a guy whose been taking a lot of pills and gone under the knife.

The day passed without Marc really noticing the hours slip by. Being out of the house, being out in public with other people felt good. He didn't feel like his old self, but more like he could become comfortable with whoever he was turning into. Marc was so comfortable with just being out he didn't even go home for dinner. Marc pulled into an old pizza place in town, one used by just about every coach on just about every sports team he had been on since a kid. Fairly well haunted by his old football team too. Marc was finding he had his old high school jock appetite back with a vengeance and was thinking with his stomach more than his head. At least he didn't have his dick anymore also trying to take control, he could leave it to his head and his gut to fight it out. And the gut won. Grabbing one of the biggest grease burgers he could get and not only fries but onion rings, Marc snagged a corner booth at the food court and dug in. Only problem with the place he picked. While it gave him a good view of the place, so he could people watch, it was also too good a spot for people to see him.

Like a few minutes later when LeRoy walked in. There was a flash of shock on his face, then a sign of friendly happiness that Marc though he'd never see again.

"Shit, of all the places to run into you." LeRoy said sitting across from Marc. His voice was low, like he didn't want anyone to hear them talking.

"That's OK LeRoy, you can get a booth somewhere else. Don't want you to strain yourself ignoring me. Might be hard to do when you're sitting across from me." Marc said, surprised at how bitchy it came out.

"Pull the claws in girl." LeRoy said with a smile. "Come on man, I'm sorry. It's just… afterwards… after we…"

"Fucked in the bathroom at a drag rave?" Marc said taking a big bite of his burger.

"Quiet!" LeRoy hissed through clenched teeth. "Yea, after we… got it on. As awesome as it was it just got to my head. Unlike you I still have a chance at a college football career. Maybe even the professionals, you never know. If it comes out I like chicks with dicks though…"

"Never said I wanted to have you cornhole me on the cover of Sports Illustrated. Not really in my interest to have everyone know what's going on with me right now either. Doesn't mean we can't still be friends, been friends for years. And you know… on the DL if we're careful." Marc said, but this time taking a bite of a French fry, adding a smile that LeRoy could not mistake.

"I hear you. This place is so old you know they ain't got no bathroom cams. You want to… ya know… the Men's room is sort of 'our place'. LeRoy said with a smile that matched Marc's.

"No wonder you had to switch to guys with smooth talk like that." Marc said rolling his eyes in his head. Taking a moment to think about how to pull this off, seeing as how there would be no way to not show LeRoy his brand new pussy. Marc suddenly remembered something. A new smile came over his lips, not quite as nice as before.

"I got to get something out of my car. When I come back in I'm heading straight for the Men's room. Count to 30 and join me." Marc said whipping his mouth and launching himself out of the booth. He tried not to run too suspiciously out to his car, grabbed something he'd left in there, and headed back into the restaurant. With the item hidden under his jacket he made quick eye contact with LeRoy before entering the Men's room as planned. Grabbing the third stall Marc got in and started unwrapping his item. After a few second he heard the restroom doors open, poked his head up to see that LeRoy had indeed followed him. Marc opened the stall door so LeRoy would know which was which.

Immediately LeRoy's soft lips were allover Marc's mouth. Marc didn't even want to try to convince himself that he should protest. It was what he had been dreaming of since their night at the club.

"Let's do this. Got to hurry. Also got to keep quite, not like…"

"Hold on there, Buddy." Marc said pushing LeRoy back slightly. "Not that I don't want to screw like dogs in heat, but I need some proof from you first."

"What the… proof? What the fuck kind of proof?"

"You really want to do this? You really want to get it on? Then you're going to have to wear this for a while." Marc said pulling the butt plug he had gotten from his car out from under his coat. "It's a friend of mines, but it's new, just out of the wrapper. Left it at my house by mistake. He lives in the city. I was going to return it to him the next time I saw him…but I don't think he'd mind if I had you wear it instead." Marc took a hold of LeRoy's belt and started tugging on it.

"Hold on man. You want me to….in my… .oh man."

Marc leaned in and whispered in LeRoy's ear. "You do this for me… I'll give you the biggest fucking surprise of your life." Marc then reached down a grabbed LeRoy's denim covered crotch. Not surprised in the slightest as to how hard it felt even though all that thick fabric.

"You got to do it for me." LeRoy said undoing his belt, zipping down and letting his pant drop to his knees. "Do it slow too man. Ain't nothing's ever been up there before."

"Cool" marc said spitting on the end of the head of the butt plug he held in his hands. "hen in our own way, we're going to take each other's cherry. Well man, you play this right, and you get to take my other cherry too."

"What's that mean…." LeRoy started to say but stopped as the thick plastic plug started to go between his large ass cheeks.

Marc was happy that his fantasy memories of LeRoy's spectacular ass were not even as good as the reality. Hours of running, weight training, football drills. Perfect deep dark rich brown ass. Even in the dark bathroom with bad lighting, the round mounds reflected the lights brilliantly. He used one hand to pry them apart as he continued to shove the plastic plug up. After a couple of tries he found LeRoy's asshole.

"Stop clenching, it'll hurt more. Ready?"

LeRoy, leaning up against the stall door, legs spread as wide as he could given the room, knees slightly bent, closed his eyes and nodded, "Yes."

Marc could see LeRoy bite his lips as the tip of the plug went in. Probably more from anticipation than pain. Although that did come. Angel picked a nice large black butt plug for himself. Someone like angel would be used to taking it. Someone like LeRoy was discovering the similarities between extreme pain and unbelievable pleasure.

Marc continued to push the plug in. He could now see it enter his former teammate's butt hole. The almost pure black ring of flesh growing wider and wider to take the increasing size of the plug. When it got towards the base, the part that shrunk in some so the hole would keep it in place, Marc stopped. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to LeRoy's back. Happy as how even his small breasts felt so feminine when pressed up against the solid muscle of a high school football player's massive back. With his free hand Marc reached around and grabbed LeRoy's rock hard cock. It was even harder than it had been that might at the club. Marc couldn't even give a full stroke since it was pressed up against the stall door. So Marc continued to reach till he found one of LeRoy's big nipples. As Marc grabbed and twisted the tip, he pushed the butt plug in till LeRoy's asshole snapped around the base, where it would stay. LeRoy finally let out a deep breath as he shot his load all over the door.

"Good job." Marc said giving LeRoy's ass a slap.

"Oh my god…." LeRoy said turning around to face Marc. His whole body was covered in sweat. And his dick wasn't going down anytime soon.

"I think I can trust you enough to put you on the honor system. That stays in till AFTER you play your next game. You can take it out to shit, but it goes right back in. You do that, and we're cool as can be."

LeRoy seemed to think about that for a moment, then smiled the same smile he had at the table. "Why not something right now though, man? Haven't been caught so far." LeRoy said moving his hands onto Marc's hips.

"Can't tonight. Still too soon. You want to see what you've got waiting for you…and you only." Marc said fumbling with his own belt and zipper. "If you're a good boy, that is."

LeRoy smile widened some as his old friend fooled around with his pants some. Marc let his pants drop to the floor. LeRoy only had a moment or two of thinking his former teammate must have had his dick pulled back in a gaff again, when Marc pulled his panties down too. So that LeRoy could see he no longer HAD a dick to pull back.

For a moment LeRoy continued to smile. Then like at the club, the realization took over. But this time it was much stranger than before. His eyes wide and his mouth completely slag jawed in amazement, LeRoy looked up to meet Marc eye to eye, then back to Marc's pussy, then to Marc's face, then down again. Marc even though he saw some drool begin to drip out of LeRoy's mouth before the big black football player slumped back and slowly dropped down onto the floor. Only giving the slightest grimace when his ass filled with butt plug hit the linoleum.

"I know you're into chicks with dicks… how to you feel about chicks who used to have dicks…?" Marc said quietly, not really sure how LeRoy was taking this.

"You have got to be shittin' me."

"Don't think so."

"It's not real…" LeRoy said beginning to reach out for the prefect little vagina lips that now rested where LeRoy used to see a fair sized cock.

"Oh, it's real. And it's kind of new so, can't take it out for a drive yet. Watch your.." Marc started to say, trying to warn LeRoy, but stopped when the rough dark brown fingers touched the outer layer of his vagina.

"This is crazy." LeRoy said softly, carefully beginning to stroke the lips. He moved his head in for a closer look.

Marc was trying not to pass out himself. Literally, in the wildest dreams he had been having since this all started, this was the one dream he had kept coming back to. He wanted to tell LeRoy to stop but, he just couldn't. Looking down, a fair amount of sweat dripping off him now, Marc's eye's met LeRoy's. And without breaking that eye contact. LeRoy stuck out his long dark pink tongue and leaned even more forward.

Marc almost fell back when LeRoy's tongue entered his pussy. Never, not with the dilator, not with his fingers when he experimented, nothing had ever felt like this. LeRoy's warm wet tongue moving around Marc's newly created vagina lips. Not going too far in, but far enough to let Marc know what the human touch to his new genitals was like. So soft, so perfect, yet Marc could feel the power behind LeRoy's movements. All leading down into that magnificent brown muscled body.

"No….no we gotta stop." Marc said pushing LeRoy away. "Aw crap you got me all wet. I'm not even suppose to be able to lubricate myself yet and here you made me."

"You complaining?"

"Hell no." Marc said pulling off foot after foot of toilet paper. "But we've got to wait. Too soon. Besides, we've been in here too long."

"Fuck, yea." LeRoy said getting off the floor and pulling himself together.

"You can't…LeRoy.." Marc said grabbing LeRoy by the collar. "You can't tell ANYONE!! I'm heading back to school. I'm going to try to get through the rest of the school year passing myself off as a guy still. I'll do the rest of the transition over the summer when everyone is off to college. But you can't man, you can't…" Marc said almost starting to cry. He had wanted to let LeRoy know, wanted the action they had just shared, and more, so badly that Marc had forgotten how dangerous all this might be.

His panic was quieted some by a much more tender kiss from LeRoy. "You are…. so safe with me…" LeRoy whispered before kissing Marc again.

They barely spoke as they left the stall and completed getting themselves acceptable for the crowd of this family pizza joint. Marc left first, heading to his booth. After a few minutes LeRoy left the Men's room, and much to Marc's pleasure, rejoined Marc in the booth.

Both youths were getting back to normal, each hoping their hearts would stop pounding away in their chests sooner than later. Almost on the beat of when both of them thought they'd be able to continue the evening as if nothing had happened, 6 other members of the high school football team entered the place.

Marc and LeRoy's eye met, but this time in complete panic. There was no where to run though, no way to get out of being caught together in this place. And they were. The guys came over to the table, making Marc and LeRoy move over in the booth and even having to pull up a couple of chairs so they could all join them. But Marc and LeRoy soon found that they didn't really need to worry. There was some questions about what was up with Marc, which he passed off as health issues he didn't want to talk about, and not surprisingly the guys didn't want to hear about. Quickly enough it was very much like old times. Like the night before Marc started his whole transition. Hanging out with the guys, shootin' the shit. No one the wiser that just minutes before they all joined together. On of the players knowing that someone at the table had a fair sized butt plug rubbing against his prostate like crazy, and another person had a dripping pussy where his cock used to be.

Marc's Father wasn't thrilled that Marc had been out that long. Marc tried to explain that he just need to get out. Even admitted to hanging out with his old friends, which also seemed to upset his father some. They had a long talk that evening about how the transition was going. Well, mainly it was a long listen for Marc. But he could see his father's point, why he was worried. That Marc was still hesitant to live life fully was the girl he now was. Hanging out 'with the team' like he used to might start giving Marc the idea to stop this. When there was no going back now. Marc had to understand that. But while his Father's anger and persistence did frighten Marc some, he knew it was all done out of love and concern. That had to be the only reason.

But the one good thing that came out of the evening was that Marc's Dad agreed it was time for him to head back to school. Marc was thrilled. No more surgeries planned, no more absences. He could just return to school for the rest of the year and get back to normal. Almost normal. He still had months and months of dilations to keep his new vagina open. No getting around that. Marc's Father had made arraignments with the Principal for Marc's needs thought. It was explained that Marc would need time alone, and might show up for class late. While the Principal was uneasy with the idea of a transgender student returning to school, not to mention one still trying to pass themselves off as their former gender, he really had no choice given Marc's Dad's pressing.

Things worked out fairly well too. Better than his last return to school. People got to know him again. LeRoy didn't hold back on hanging out with him at school. They even snuck off to the Boy's room so LeRoy could prove he had the plug in place like he was suppose to. But they still kept things on the DL.

Marc's schedule was set so that, without gym class, he could do a full and complete dilation in one of the boy's room stalls for the period instead. It was the one chance to do this at school that allowed him the most relaxed and lest time restrained dilation. He had even calmed down about having to carry the long thick tapered tube around in his backpack by the end of the week. Marc usually picked one of the more secluded boy's room in the school. Far from the cafeteria, near the art classes. Not only quite but rarely used by the jocks.

Marc had been in the stall for about 20 minutes on the Friday of his first week when he heard the boy's room door swing open and close. It had happened before. All he had to do was remain quite and not panic. He tried to listen to hear where the person was but wasn't having much help. Till a pair of gym shoes appeared at the bottom of his stall's door. For a minute Marc though maybe LeRoy had found him. The men's room stall was sort of 'their place'. But then, through the crack in the door edge he could see someone trying to look in. And this person wasn't African American like LeRoy was. Marc barely had a split second to wonder if who ever that was saw the dilator inserted into his vagina when a voice called out.

"Fuck guys… he's in here."

It wasn't LeRoy but it was someone from the team. Marc didn't have time to try to figure out who or how many there were. He was too busy slipping the dilator out of himself and trying to get dressed… but was no where near fast enough. With three or four high school football players pushing and pulling on it, the flimsy door to the bathroom stall had no chance of remaining locked.

And there Marc was. His pussy for all to see. If not all, then the 5 former teammates who stood outside the stall, just as wide eyed amazed as LeRoy had been. But their next reaction was not the same. In the small room, the laughter was almost deafening.

"Holy fuck Jacobs what happened to you!?!?!"

"Some fucking freak!!!!"

"He was right, you got a pussy!!!!! Jacobs you got a fucking cunt!!!!"

Marc tried to pull everything together in hopes of getting out of there. There was no way though. His fumbling got his backpack opened and his dilator rolling across the floor. Making his tormentors laugh all the more. There was no mistaking what the object was for. Marc then thought that he could just make a run for it. But they stopped him from doing that too. Marc couldn't even get his panties up to cover himself before they were dragging him out of the stall and into the room.

"What a freak." Barlow, one of the tackles said pushing Marc back towards the sinks. "Can't believe we used to undress around you. You must have loved that, huh freak?!?!"

"Stop it." Marc said in a voice that was no where near as strong as he needed it to be.

"Ohh, stop it!!" Cliffton returned, like they were still in grade school.

"You cut your dick off man!! What the fuck are you even doing in the men's room?!?!"

"Using this." Marc heard from across the room. One of the guys had found his dilator. "This is some nasty shit here man. You use this freak? You come in here on your breaks and fuck yourself with this?" The football player was holding the plastic tube like device from the end.

"Careful man, it's been in his cunt… I mean HER CUNT!! "That got another laugh out of the group. They surrounded Marc now. there was no where for him to go. 6 teenage male football player surrounding him. Marc could smell their testosterone almost as much as they could smell his fear.

"Why don't you show us how you use this, huh? Come on." Martins said trying to hand the dilator back to Marc.

"Leave me alone." Marc yelled, sounding more like his old self.

"Well if you won't…it's not like we don't know where it goes.."

The two Tackles in the group suddenly grabbed marc by the arms and pushed him back against the wall. As hard as he tried Marc couldn't break free. Couldn't stop what was happening. Couldn't stop one of the guys he used to consider a friend from taking his dilator and quickly shoving it up into him. Much more forceful and more painful than the dilator should be used. For the first time outside of his bed room, when he was practicing, Marc gave out a cry that could only have come from a girl. The room again exploded in laughter.

"Hold crap it stays in place!!!" someone shouted.

"Hey… hey… let's show people…." Someone else whispered.

The hands that had been holding Marc to the wall lost noting of their grip as he was pulled away. Digging his heels into the floor Marc tried to keep from moving, but it was no use. He saw the door to the boy's room getting closer and closer.

And then Marc snapped.

The old Marc Jacobs might have been hidden away for a while, but he was back. Some muscle mass and some muscle tone had been lost over the last couple of months due to not working out and the hormones his Father had been giving him. It didn't matter. Not that the football players didn't get a few good shots in. It's just that they were nothing as compared to the beating Marc suddenly found himself dishing out to the guys how had all but raped him.

Most of it was all a blur. Marc had read the phrase, "Things going red" but he never understood it. Now he did. Punches flew. Bones snapped. Knees cracked. And yet Marc went on. A head contacted with a mirror, the shards cutting into Marc's hand. Minor as compared to what it did to Martins' scalp.

Near the end one of the guys had been able to make his way out of the room. The others didn't. Bloody and beaten they lay on the floor, Marc now standing over them. Not laughing.

"Fucking sons of bitches" He said taking a last kick to a couple of their groins. " You shit heels just remember something." Marc said gasping for air. He whipped some blood from his mouth, but he wasn't sure if it was his or theirs. "When they ask you how did this….you remember to tell them it was a guy with a cunt." Marc said taking a few more kicks. "Cause that's what I'll be telling them."

Marc was hardly pulled together when he ran out of the restroom. Leaving his backpack, his dilator behind. He didn't care anymore. No chance that he'd ever come back to the school now. Everyone would know. Shit, someone had to have known since….they said someone told them he had… and they were football players….the only person who could have….Leroy wouldn't have… …

He wasn't even sure where he was when he pulled over to the side of the road some time later. Marc had just started to drive once he got to his car. Away form the school but not straight home. His hands hurt so much. And they had… how could that not be a rape. Marc cried hard and loud for sometime where he was.

Once his thoughts came back to him, and he was able to pull himself together, all he could think about was calling his father. He knew there would be comfort in his father. His Father would know how to take care of all of this.

His Father was both angry and supportive at the same time. Mainly angry. Marc was sure that his Father's anger was at the guys who tried to rape him. But he wasn't sure. His Father's main instructions were to go to the hospital and wait for him there in the Emergency room. Marc explained that his cuts weren't that bad, but this Father didn't care.

The rest of the day was a blur once Marc arrived at the hospital. He had to explain why he was there to the staff. Had to tell them what happened. How his hands were cut. And the transition he was going through. The staff was fairly sympathetic although they seemed overly shocked too. Maybe it wasn't every day that a male to female trans girl came in and told them she's beat the crap put of a bunch of former friends.

Things got even hairier when the ambulances started coming in. The ones taking the football players he'd beaten to the same Emergency room that Marc was already sitting in. Marc guessed his Father might not know everything then. Certainly he wouldn't have sent Marc to wait at the same place the guys would show up in had he known.

Then the police came, and things got even more overwhelming. So many questions. So much confusion. He didn't want to talk to them but they kept pressing. So embarrassing to again have to tell people, these adult men in their uniforms that he was really a girl. The police were conferring with the Emergency room staff when Marc's Father showed up. Like a tornado of insanity his Father took over the situation, making things better and worse for Marc at the same time. Letting everything just sweep over him, Marc lay down on the hospital bed they'd left him on and let go of what little grip he had left.

The days that followed were both good and bad. While the news that got into the papers, what little did, didn't mention too much, it was all focused to protect Marc's attackers, not just Marc. There was no deigning the assault charges, but the school and the parents were trying to pass it all off as a schoolboy prank that got out of hand. Still Marc's Father was keeping to his word. He had worked out a tentative agreement with the parents of the boys Marc beat up. It would be all or nothing with the chares of battery. Either they all dropped it, or they all wound up in court. The other parents knowing the fall out of having their sons brought up on attempted rape against a transgendered girl being something they couldn't keep out of the papers or off college recruitment radar. But Marc's Father wasn't letting the school off the hook. He was keeping his word of going after them for letting this happen.

Marc knew thought that while the news of his transition was not being mentioned officially, everyone in the school had to know by now. No way to keep it a secret. He got a couple of phone calls from people he used to know supporting him, but it wasn't like he could ever face them again.

The one good thing, in a weird way, to come out of this was the revelation that it had been the Principal who'd let the news leak of Marc's transition. Not LeRoy. Something about 'letting it slip' to one of the coaches who'd asked what was happening to Marc. Still, even with LeRoy in the clear, Marc couldn't being himself to face his friend either. Marc wasn't facing much of anyone in the weeks that followed. He barely left his room, better yet his house.

"JJ we've got to do something to… well cheer you up, snap you out of this… get you going again." His Father said sitting at the end of his bed.

"I'm trying Dad."

"I know, but I think we need something quick or you might really be developing a true deep depression. And the point of all this was to make you happy with who you were, right?"

"Yea."

"What I think would be the best, and you know I have your best interest in mind in everything I do, I think you need to… just complete your transition. You're not going back to school, we'll work on getting you a GED eventually, so there's no reason to hang onto any last maleness. Am I right?"

"Guess so."

"Well, and I know this might sound odd, but I think there's something we can do to get you to score a goal for Team JJ that'll make it impossible for you to think of yourself as a boy any longer. How would…how would you like to get breast implants for Christmas?" Marc almost started to laugh. Sure why not. What a fucking insane idea. Real tits for Christmas. Not these little bus he'd been trying to grow for the past couple of months. Get himself a pair of jugs for the holidays. Sure, why not?

The meetings with the surgeon went much more predictable than when Marc had his gender change operation. There were real meetings, real tests, real consultations this time. Not that Marc understood much of it. His head was just so fogged up. Past not being able to concentrate anymore, into feeling like it was hard to think. But Dr. Cohen was a great guy, kept saying many times he'd worked with trannys….he called guys like Marc 'trannys." Marc wasn't sure he liked that term, but for some reason Dr. Cohen made it seem endearing.

"Got some bad news, though not too bad news, but some good news, really good news." Dr. Cohen said sitting down behind his desk. Marc felt his stomach go a little queasy but his Father reached over and took his hand to quite him down. "For girls like yourself I often recommend getting hip and butt augmentations too. Either taking body fat from one part of you and transferring it to your hips and thighs. Or to go for implants much like breast implants. Problem is, you're just still in too good of shape to do either."

Marc wasn't sure why, but he almost felt happy that he was still too much of a guy is some ways. Tits were one thing, getting a fat ass too soon wasn't what he was there for.

"There's just no fat to move. And if we do the implants, they're going to show too much through your skin. Usually there's some fat on the hips that help hide them, but you're just meat." Dr. Cohen said, then getting a big smile on his face. "But, those same issues with your hips transfer into MAJOR plusses for your breast implants. If you take my advice… JJ you're going to be spectacular."

"Really?" Marc asked quietly. 'Spectacular' was not a term he was prepared to hear.

"Due to your low body fat count, when the implants go in, they're going to look magnificent. With your musculature they're going to ride high and perfect. And with your back still being so strong, we can go big….really big and not even worry about any supportive pain. And again, due to your musculature and body type, we can go big and have it look REAL."

"How big…how real…"

"You know how many girls like you come in here begging, only to have me burst their D cup bubbles? Most. You now how many girls come in here that I can make look Pam Anderson spectacular, and then some… just one… just you…"

Marc knew he should be happy about that. Dr. Cohen looked happy. His Dad looked happy. Why shouldn't he be happy. He wasn't getting breasts, he was getting tits. Tits he used to dream about. Big fucking spectacular tits. What every man wanted, right?

Marc found out that since the surgeon mainly handled breast implants and augmentations, there was really no need for a delay. And the operations were so by the book, even going up to the huge size he would soon be, it was still considered an out patient procedure. Not just going home the same day, but going home in just a couple of hours. Even with having to special order the implants the surgeon wanted to use, it was only a couple of days later before Marc found himself reporting to the surgeon's office, getting marked up, laying on the operating gurney and drifting off.

The pain when he woke up was quickly taken care of. The nurses had some wonderful shots to give him. But the new weight on his chest and the shift in his center of balance was something Marc had no preparation for. Just getting from the wheelchair to the back seat of the car marc staggered and stumbled as if he had a full on drunk going. When in fact all he was trying to do was…stand up straight. There was just so much more now that he had to lift up to get vertical. Everything was wrapped up in bandages but, he could tell, he had some fucking big tits now.

Then it was a couple of days zonked out in bed again. The surgeon might have had some faith that Marc's back would be prepared for the new extra weight, but laying on it for a couple of days sure was putting that theory to the test. By the second day though Marc has started easing off on the pain meds and even mad it to the bathroom by himself.

There was no way that he couldn't start laughing at himself the first time he sat on the toilet to pee. He couldn't even see his knees under him. Big gauze wrapped tits blocking the view. Used to make fun of some fat kid at school. That the guys gut was too big for him to see his dick, just had to trust it was pointed in the right direction when he peed. Now look at him, marc thought. No dick left to pee with and couldn't see it due to his titties if he had.

Marc was feeling pretty good later in the day. Of the pain meds. Getting bored with sitting in bed. But he couldn't bring himself to stop his Father from doing what he was doing. His Father had decided that there was no longer a place in JJ's world for Marc's clothing. As Marc watched one piece of his old world was thrown in a garbage bag and tossed out into the hall. The closets emptied first, then the dresser. Not even one of his old football jerseys would be left. Marc had been sleeping in one lately. Even thought he was beginning to look kind of cute in it. But no, his Father insisted on a clean sweep.

It was when his Father went off to drop the clothes off at the resale store that Marc decided to change his bandages. No, it was when Marc decided to see what his tits looked like. Changing the bandages was a valid excuse but even he had to admit to himself. He was doing it to see what they looked like.

When his Father's car pulled out of the drive way marc headed into the bathroom. Taking the small scissors he usually used to clip things like nose hair, Marc carefully cut through that bandages and started unwrapping.

Which was when one of the first shocks hit him. He'd though he was really bandaged up. That a lot of what he was seeing in the mirror would turn out to be gauze and padding. But it wasn't. It was all flesh.

As the surgeon had said, spectacular.

Even Marc through his haze had to smile at the massive breasts that now hung off his chest. No longer pecs No longer the pert little prepubescent titties that pushed out from his nipples. He had tits. Tits so incredible that Marc almost felt like that somewhere off in a distant garbage landfill the decaying remnants of his castrated dick got hard on last time at the sight of them.

The nipples were a little under sized, the surgeon said they might be, but that was minor. And something they could take care of later on. No, these were beautiful, full, round perfect tits. Wet dream of a Hooter girl tits. Very little bruising. Marc had to lift his arms up to check the couple of stitches in his underarms where the implants were inserted to even see any sign that they were new. And even then, it was healing nicely.

Pulling his gaze back Marc looked at his total package now reflected in the mirror. There was still some Marc there. His face was still Marc's. Sort of. Softer, not as hard, smiling a lot more than he'd seen him lately, but still Marc's.

The body wasn't though. This was JJ's body. The huge tits. The sweet pussy. He was a woman now. Well, a girl at least. Only 18 still meant girl to some people.

Marc lowered his hands down to JJ's pussy. He had to use the mirror to guide it since there was no way he could see past his big breasts. In the mirror he saw his hand begin to finger JJ's privates. Which was when he fully realized, as the pleasure shock waves when through him, that he was now living full time in JJ's body. Getting rid of his boy clothes was just one thing that shut the life of Marc Jacobs away once and for all that day.

By the time his Father had come home Marc had stopped bringing himself to orgasm and stopped playing with his nipples. Not that either was getting boring, it was just beginning to hurt. Since she now had nothing to wear but some panties and a few bras she was sure she'd never get into, it was time to start on-line shopping. With it being so close to the holidays most of the on-line retailers has specials for express shipments. Which meant she only had more money left on her Daddy's credit card to spend on clothing.

"I'm going to be gone longer than usual. Got a big surprise for you tonight." Marc's Dad said a few days later. "Probably won't be back till after 8. You sure you're OK with that?"

"I'll be fine Dad." Marc said in the voice he had been using as JJ the last few days. It was higher, more feminine than his normal voice, but not girlie. "I have to wait around here for a few packages to be delivered anyway. I've almost got a full outfit put together but it's not like I can leave the house yet."

"OK Sweetie, if you're sure." His Father said giving her a wink before leaving.

Marc felt closer to her Dad now than ever before. Since coming into the state of mind that he was now a she and that she was now JJ, her Dad was just so super supportive. Always complimenting her. Always being there with a positive word. Telling her how this was the best thing they could have done and the smartest thing she's ever thought of. Just being the brick of normalcy she needed at this time.

Marc was making a late lunch for herself when the front doorbell rang. She quickly tied the robe around her and headed to the door. Most of the packages of clothing she had coming needed to be signed for. And since she still couldn't leave the house fully dressed, she didn't want to miss one.

Normally she would have looked through the peephole before answering the door. This time she didn't. Which is why LeRoy was able to get his foot in the door before she could close it on him.

"No, no come one Marc… PLEASE man!!!! Don't shut me out!!! I've been calling for weeks." He pleaded.

"And I haven't been returning your calls for weeks LeRoy. Get the clue."

"No, please, PLEASE!!! Just five minutes. Just let me talk to you…."

There was something in his voice that let her know how sincere he was trying to be. There was some reluctance in letting LeRoy in the house. There was also even more excitement.

"Look Marc you know I didn't have anything to do with what happened at school. They still don't know that I already knew about you…" LeRoy stated with, taking off his winter coat.

"Thanks for the support. Great being out here on the island of lost GLBT teens all myself."

"No don't. I stood up for you!! I made sure those guys were off the team and that no one left said anything bad about you. Your Dad couldn't get Coach Tyler fired but I got him kicked off the football team because of his involvement. Please that's got to mean…"

"Ah shut up." Marc said grabbing LeRoy and kissing him for all it was worth. LeRoy hesitated for just a second and them pulled her in tighter. As tight as her new D+ breasts would allow.

"No fucking way." LeRoy said breaking the kiss and gently pulling open Marc's robe.

"The last stop of the way to womanhood ahs been made. You like?" Marc said surprising himself that he was blushing some.

"Girllll…" was all LeRoy could mutter.

"Ummm, yea. Girl. You want to make me a woman?"

"As in… right here, right now?" LeRoy said looking around.

"Not here, I was thinking my bedroom but, you got the right now bit."

The two youths headed up the stairs and straight into Marc's bedroom. It had been years since LeRoy had been over. They used to hang out a lot more as kids. While they stayed close as teens but hanging out in locker rooms were more their speed then. A lot had changed in Marc's bedroom since the last time he had been over. Nothing as much as Marc though.

The door was barely closed before Marc was out of the robe. LeRoy couldn't get over it. Here was a guy he'd known for years. Grew up together. Seen naked hundreds of time. Even, even lusted after in his old male form since he hit puberty. No longer a guy. With a cherry slit he was going to be popping. And tits bigger than anything he'd ever seen even in the porn mags he'd gotten. The fact that it was still Marc though, that was what got LeRoy harder and harder.

Marc moved to the bed and scooted back getting ready. He watched as LeRoy quickly shucked his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Marc too has seen LeRoy grow up. Turn into the incredible black man he now was. Knowing more was still to come. Seeing his cock already pointing to the ceiling as his tighty whities were pulled down. A good pearl of precum forming at the tip. The low lighting in the room not showing off LeRoy's defined musculature that well. But Marc could see the form well enough. And it was all she needed.

He was confused at first as to what Leroy was doing, reaching behind him. When LeRoy's eyes rolled into his head and there was a strange noise from behind him, that's when Marc remembered. The butt plug.

"Think this has been in long enough to prove myself to you." LeRoy said holding out the plug Marc had inserted so long ago now. LeRoy gave the tip a kiss and let it drop to his pile of clothing.

LeRoy then bent over and picked up his pants, pulled out his wallet and took out a condom.

"No wait." Marc said. "I know I'm clean, they ran enough tests for that. I trust you to be clean enough. And it's not like I'm getting pregnant no matter how good you are." He said with a smile. His fingers reaching down to finger his slit. "I've had enough plastic up me. I want flesh."

LeRoy dropped the condom on the floor and headed over to the bed. He got on the end and crawled up till he straddled over Marc. Again the two kissed for a second before LeRoy started backing up. So he could kiss Marc's neck. Then down lower to the breasts. Marc had been playing with his nipples the last few days, but it was nothing compared to LeRoy's large soft lips as they took the tips in and rolled his tongue around them. Marc wasn't sure yet what they should feel like, but he had a thought that LeRoy had already made him orgasm jus by doing that.

After a few more kisses LeRoy moved down. Kissing Marc's stomach LeRoy reached Marc's pussy. The tongue work he did at the restaurant was just a hint to his skill now that they were in private. Marc grabbed the sheets and held on as LeRoy took him high in ecstasy.

LeRoy stopped his tongue work and started moving up again. Marc thought there would be more kissing, but a guiding move of the hand on his cock and LeRoy was poised to enter.

Marc could feel the pure black head of his good friend's dick pressing against the outer lips of his vagina. There might have been a last remnant of the old Marc still in there. The hetero alpha male football player. A guy who was planning a long line of girls that he'd fuck and toss away. There might have been some of that old Marc there. Maybe he screamed in fear and agony as LeRoy began to fuck him in his pussy. The new Marc wouldn't have heard it. She was too busy moaning as inch after inch of black cock slowly entered her. He took almost a minute to press the full 8 inches in. But once it was in, there was no Marc left.

With the entering push done LeRoy was free to pick up his pace. His pull out was quicker than the push in, with the next push in ever quicker than that. Marc's breathing started to match the fuck stroke he was getting. He breath out deeper. His voice going from the practiced girl voice to something that sounded dangerously close to the male Marc's. But that only got LeRoy harder, got him fucking faster.

Marc kept holding onto the sheets. Her nails now beginning to rip the fabric. Her leg going father and farther apart as she loosened up. A sudden jolt and she opened her eyes to find that LeRoy had gone back to licking her nips as he fucked her. The beads of sweat glistening off her man's black skin. His breathing getting almost as hard.

For all the attention that his nipples were getting, Marc couldn't stop being overwhelmed by the feeling of having a man's cock in him. It wasn't like when LeRoy fucked him in the ass. And it wasn't like when he used the dilator or dildo on himself. This was real. It moved more than just in and out. Marc could feel it thicken. The veins pulsating with blood. Somehow the huge head getting even harder. The huge head that was being pushed into him time and time again. As he was fucked by a man. That's all Marc kept having go through his head. He was a woman…and he was being fucked by a man.

Marc didn't even know how many orgasms she'd had by that point. Maybe 5, maybe 100, impossible to tell. But he knew the signs when LeRoy was close. His rhythm picked up. LeRoy's wiry bush of pubic hair slammed into Marc's bare pussy rougher and rougher. LeRoy's breath got even deeper as he raised himself up till he was on his knees on the bed, bit with Marc still impaled. Using Marc's spread eagle knees LeRoy grabbed on and gave a few last poundings till he yelled. Marc had hear that yell while they were playing football over the years.

It was a call of victory.

At the same time Marc felt the burning hot liquid flood into him. As with everything else that happened in that room, at that time. Never felt anything like it before. Couldn't wait to feel it again.

They spent most of the next hour laying next to each other. LeRoy making sure Marc felt like a real woman. Marc making sure LeRoy knew he was her man. But it was getting late. They had heard the front doorbell ring a couple of times, which startled them. Marc was able to pass it off as some of his clothing packages being delivered. Something she was even more thrilled about. They'd have to be careful, sure, but now they could go into the city to the raves together. Marc couldn't wait to call Angel to tell him all that had happened. Wondered if Angel would still want his butt plug back. Once she told him where it had been… probably. She only hoped she could get LeRoy out before her Father got home. They still had some time. Or should have had.

LeRoy started down the stairs with Marc close behind. Marc held her robe close up against herself. For some reason they were kind of sneaking down the stairs, even though they were in the house alone. Or at least they had been. With a fumbling of some keys the from door opened. Instead of just Marc's father entering, much earlier than he said he would be, he was joined by a man and a woman. Both looked very confused as to why there was a half dressed black teenager and someone who looked like a half dressed young woman coming down the stairs. The teens tried to run back to Marc's room but his father's voice stopped them.

"Ahhhh, now that won't do any good. You're caught." He called out in a voice almost giddy in it's happiness. "Perfect timing, come on down, come on down you two. I got that early Christmas surprise I mentioned. It's surprises for everyone!!!"

Marc and LeRoy looked at each other quickly, but knowing they were caught, both slowly walked down the stairs. As Marc got closer to the couple standing next to his father, something started feeling very wrong.

"Henry what is this." The woman asked. "Who are these two? Where's Marc?"

"Good question." Henry said taking off his coat. "While we haven't been formally introduced, I'm guessing this is the LeRoy I've heard so much about."

LeRoy wasn't sure if he was suppose to respond to that. Marc's father's tone was strangely polite and a bit off at the same time. Marc too wasn't sure where his father was going with this. But that woman..

"As for Marc… well… there have been a few changes but she's right here." Henry said grabbing Marc by the wrist and pulling her foreword.

"What are you talking… Henry what have you done…" the woman whispered in shock as she looked Marc up and down. Marc pulled the robe tighter across herself. Feeling the need to cover her D+ breast from a woman who was her… his…

"Mom?" Marc said breathlessly.

"Ahhh, that's so cute that she remembers." Henry said.

"Henry… what have you done." Marc's Mother said in a voice strong as it was fearful.

"What have I done? PROVED YOU WRONG AGAIN YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!" Henry said yelling at his former wife.

"Mom is that you….I 've been… I'm a…" Marc continued to say. Trying to talk to this woman he barely remembered. Trying to get through the fog that was his mind these days. But the look in her eyes when she looked at him. So scared and frightened, but so sad. The man standing with her getting angrier at his Dad all the time.

"You did this Joanie. Oh yea, you… this is all on you!!! When you told me you were now ready to come for your son. When you told me that you'd confessed to your sweet husband GEE that the child you left behind was HIS!!!"

"What?" Marc said turning to face his father.

"Oh yea JJ… that's what I've been trying to call her… JJ for Joanie Junior… cute huh. Yea, guess what, sweetie? Both our lives have been a big FUCKING LIE. Turns out, I've been raising a kid that's not even MINE!!! See that big French asshole right there, say "Hi" to your real Daddy." Henry said giving Marc a push in Guy's direction.

LeRoy was there to protect her though, putting his arms around Marc as she began to cry from the confusion.

"Don't touch her." LeRoy barked at Henry.

"Or what. You'll take her upstairs and fuck her again?!?! That was what you two were doing while I was out. I made sure that…"

"Why do you keep saying HER?!?! Why does Marc… what is…" Joanie said trying to go over to Marc. "And I never said that Guy WAS Marc's Father. Only that he could be. That's why I wanted to come back to see him. To not only be part of his life again but to clear this all up…"

"No Joan, that's not what you FUCKING SAID. You said… and I quote…" Marc's father said, laughing at some joke only he seemed to get. "No matter what you do….no matter how much you try to keep me away….now that Marc is an adult….oh I love this part… NOTHING I COULD DO COULD KEEP YOU AWAY FROM YOUR SON!!!!"

Marc's father started to laugh even more hysterically.

"OK BITCH… let's see you get your SON back from THIS!!!!!"

It was so fast that no one could stop him. Pushing LeRoy aside Henry pounced on Marc, ripping her robe off. Leaving the surgically created young woman nude in the middle of the room. Her Mother beginning to crumble at the site. A man Marc never knew, and now might really be her father, storming at Henry. LeRoy trying his best to gather the shreds of the robe to cover her again.

"Don't tell me I can't keep your son from you!!!!! I've kept him from you FOREVER!!! I wanted her to be even dumber than she is now, but she fell in with some drag queen who kept 'empowering' her. Not that it kept her from turning into a prime cock whore anyway!! Cost a fucking fortune!!! Amazing at the cost saving you can find on the black market!!!! So illegal but she turned out quite the little fuck toy. How was the ride LEROY?!?!?"

With that, LeRoy threw the robe shreds tot eh floor and joined Marc's stepfather in going after Henry. A few good punches were thrown. But the two had him fairly well subdued by the time the police arrived. The screams alone has caused the neighbors to call 911 on them.

When they entered the home the police found two men holding a third down on the ground. The third man laughing hysterically. He was still laughing when they dragged him away. They also found what appeared to be a Mother holding her daughter, who was naked. The woman's French husband and the teen girl's boyfriend being the only ones who could stop them crying enough to take the girl out to the ambulance.

 

8 Months Later

Marc strolled down the road, walking on the gravel and dirt since this was one of the stretches in town that didn't have sidewalks. She had to be careful. She could still listen to her language lesson through her earphones, but she also had to keep one ear aimed in back of her to listen for cars coming up behind her. It was one of the few stereotypes she found to be very true in the move, just how crazy the drivers in France were.

But for many reasons this was her favorite part of the week. Walking by herself, through this part of town. Listening to her tapes. Heading to the park. While it had been quite since they arrived, it was still good to get as far away from all the insanity as she could.

Marc didn't quite understand all the things that happened after that Christmas Eve. Her Dad getting the shit beat out of him by Guy. Who her Mom kept saying should be pronounced Gee. Actually she really wanted Marc to call him Dad, or Pere, the French word for Dad. But Marc couldn't do that. He as a nice guy and all but he wasn't her Father.

Well, technically she guessed he was. Or really could be, she sure looked like him. To Marc though his 'real' Father was back in the states. Back in jail for so very long. Things got so weird after that night. Her Mom taking her from the house. The interviews with the Police. The reporters trying to film her for the evening news once the story got out. As if her personal life was a news story. All those tests at the hospital. Her Mom tried to explain what her Father had done to her, or 'him' as she kept saying. Not that a lot of things made sense. Like the problem with the clinic where she had her surgery. They did a great job, but her Mom said they closed the place down and the Doctors who weren't thrown in jail got deported. That it wasn't a 'real' hospital'. But they did such great work!! She hoped Nurse Kim was OK, he was nice. Marc even heard Dr. Cowen got in trouble for doing her breasts. Her Mother said he was still going to be able to practice, but Marc got a large settlement for what he did to her. His Mom talked about these settlements a lot. What she got from Dr. Cohen though wasn't anything compared to what Marc got from his Dad's bosses. Marc really didn't understand what was so wrong with his Dad getting all those drugs from his work, instead of going through a pharmacy. Then again, if it wasn't bad they wouldn't have used that as one of the main reasons to lock his Dad up for so long. Marc just hoped that Angel's boyfriend Antoine, the county jail guard, didn't pull too many stings to make things as bad as he said he was going to for Marc's Dad.

Thinking about him just then, Marc really missed Antoine and Angel. She'd tried to stay in touch after the move but it was so hard. While France might be up to date on technology, this small town they moved to, and on the outskirts of it even, there wasn't an internet hook up that would work. Calling was no good due to the time difference. Marc did often wonder what Angel was doing, what club he was hitting, what he was wearing. For some reason she missed Angel more that LeRoy.

Well no, she knew the reason. LeRoy had been great. He'd always be her 'first'. For so many things. The pressure and the attention got too much. He only wanted to be fuck buddies, which was cool. Not part of the madhouse that Marc's life turned into that night. She hoped that he's gotten into college like he wanted. She's hoped that, in a few years, she'd be able to find news stories of his wins in American league football. She knew though that she's never get back the friendship LeRoy had with the male Marc. And there was now no way to continue the relationship they started with the girl Marc.

Finding her usual Saturday afternoon bench cleared, Marc sat down and moved to make sure she was in the shade, but could still be seen. She wasn't sure who these soccer players were, if they were a real team, or a school team that met on Saturdays to practice. But it as her new Saturday afternoon thing,. To walk down to the park, plant herself down on the bench and watch them practice soccer. Or Futball as they called it.

Because she might not be a guy anymore. She might not ever see her friends back home. And she would never be on the football team ever again. But that didn't mean she couldn't hang out with the team. Because while she didn't understand the language yet, but she knew these guys liked her. As much as she liked being liked by them. Who needed LeRoy when she could have him 12 times over? With their great hairy legs, uncut cocks and an understanding of American girls that lead them to believe they all were tall, overly muscular and had giant tits. These were football players who knew how to treat a girl right. Not like the bastards who used to be teammates of his.

He liked how they called him 'Marc' not understanding it wasn't really a girls name. And saying it with those cool accents that sounded like "Marsh".

Marc might have had to leave his old life completely behind, but there wasn't that much left of it to leave. And she might have had to move half way across the world to be accepted as a 'real' girl without question. But she had a great home. He had great parents who supported her. And not in a way that made her uneasy like her Dad did. And she was making new friends.

The guys saw her and stopped playing to come by and say "Hello." They all had those great smiles they always got when they saw her. Whether on the field or if they were passing on the street. Her team of buddies were always glad to see her. Marc didn't understand a lot of things, but she understood what those smiles meant. And that was all she had to know.

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