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Adults Only
...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Copyright 2007 T.S.Severe Productions Ltd. T.S.Severe@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/tg, M/f, tg/f, Rom, Interracial, Ds, Slavery, Oral,
Anal, Spank, Reluc
Synopsis: Set in post-Civil War II America, Possible Worlds explores
21st century Southern culture through the eyes of Dani, a black
transgendered youth who struggles with slavery, her newfound
sexuality, and a naive and romantic view of the world around her. 

Author's Note: There's a lot going on here and a lot of chapters will
go by before you find out what the story is really about. You should
read my blog (on SOL) or my News (on my ASSTR site) if you desire more
information on the why and how of this story. Thanks. TSS 

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Chapter 1

"Mom, I'm home." I yelled as I walked into the house, just like I
always did and right on time. The bus was never late.

"In the kitchen, Dani." She yelled back, and that was pretty normal
too.

"You're all dressed up." I smiled, but I was curious too. Usually my
mom was wearing an apron and baking cookies, or stirring a pot. She
liked to cook and my mom was good at it, but today she was wearing a
dress and heels and checking her purse.

"Hi Dani, don't change clothes, we're going to the mall." Mom barely
looked at me.

"The mall?" I really did give her a look then. "It's Wednesday, mom."

"So?" She glanced at me.

"We go to the mall on Sundays, don't we?" I smiled.

"Well, there's no law that says we can't go on Wednesdays too, dear."
Mom smiled at me. "Did you take my comb?"

"Me?" I shook my head like she was going senile. "Why would I use your
comb?"

I have straight hair, long and black. It's kinky, especially at the
ends, but nothing like my mom's. She has shorter hair, a real Afro,
thick and tightly curled. Mine would probably be like that too, except
I get it permed every week or two. I just think it looks better that
way and it goes well with my pretty face. Being a black boy, I have
brown eyes of course, but my nose isn't so wide as a lot of my
friends, it's narrow and a little upturned, pert I guess. My lips are
full, rather than over-inflated like my dad's. He has big lips and I'm
sort of glad I don't take after him too much. I have high cheeks and a
heart shaped face, like my mom and I look good, I know that.

My body is nice too; even for being just sixteen it was pretty
special. I'd matured quickly enough anyway, but during summer vacation
between ninth and tenth grades, I really grew up. My baby fat just
melted away and my breasts went from nothing but puffy brown nipples
to little A cups, which was a real relief because I didn't think I was
ever gonna get boobs. I'm pretty tall, almost five foot nine, with a
nice thin waist and narrow hips, boyish I suppose. I wish they were
wider, but I can't do much about that. I do have a round and firm, but
not overly large butt and some long legs of course. All my height came
from my legs. Not that I minded, or most of the guys who checked me
out. They thought my body was perfect, not that I paid much mind to
boys or anything.

Anyway, besides not borrowing my mom's comb, I really didn't
understand why she wanted to go to the mall on a Wednesday afternoon.
She usually put me at the kitchen table and fed me a sandwich and a
glass of milk, whether I was hungry or not, and then had me doing
homework until dinner time. It had been like that since first grade
and anything out of the ordinary made me a little suspicious.

"What's going on, mom?" I wondered.

"We're having company tonight." Mom closed her purse and put it over
her shoulder. "So I thought I'd take you shopping."

"Take me shopping?" I grinned. "Because we're having company? Who? The
President or something?"

"What?" Mom smiled. "No, it's a man your father works for, a nice man,
and he wants to meet you."

"A nice man wants to meet me?" I was following my mom towards the
front door. "What does that mean?"

"Just what it sounds like." My mom shrugged. "Hurry up now, we don't
have all day."

"I'm right behind you." I said, stating the obvious and wondering if
my real mom had been abducted by aliens or something.

She really was in a hurry and mom had been serious about not changing
clothes too. So I was still wearing my school uniform, a navy blue
skirt and blazer with a white blouse beneath it. Some knee high white
socks and black Loli's on my feet. I didn't really like the idea of
going to the mall like that, but it wasn't like I had much choice
anyway. Besides, a lot of guys liked catholic schoolgirls, I knew,
especially the black schoolgirls, although there were only three of us
at the whole school. Mostly the other kids were all white, like the
Pope, except they were all girls.

"Make sure the door's locked."

"I know, mom." I rolled my eyes, pulling the front door closed and
checking it. "So why does this guy want to meet me?"

"He's not a guy, he's a man." My mom corrected me as we got into her
Volvo. "He's one of the vice-presidents at your dad's office, so..." 

She started the car and began backing out of the drive and when she
didn't finish her thought I prompted her again.

"So?"

"What dear?" Mom looked at me.

"So, he's a vice-president, what does that have to do with me?" I gave
her frustrated laugh. "I'm only sixteen; I don't work for the guy."

"The man, dear."

"The man." I said sarcastically, "Whatever."

"Well, your father does, so we're going to entertain this man and
impress him." Mom told me. "It'll be good for your father's career."

"Okay." I shrugged, cause that almost sort of made sense, but I still
didn't see what it had to do with me.

I let it go for a little bit, letting mom drive to the mall in peace,
even though I was dying to understand what was going on. We were a
pretty normal family and this was kind of weird, or at least not usual
for us. My dad worked for an insurance company and he was smart and
hard working, trying to move up the corporate ladder, although there's
only so far a black man can go in the Confederacy, of course. He made
a good living and provided well for us anyway. 

My mom was a homemaker, a housewife, and she kept us clean and neat
and on time. She was good at that and my dad and I appreciated her a
lot, you know. I think mom was always a little unhappy at only having
one child, but that's the way it is. The law is the law and neither of
my parents were criminals, so after I'd been born healthy mom and dad
had both been sterilized. Some black people didn't like that, I knew,
but those people were troublemaking niggers and I was pretty happy
when the police caught one and rehabilitated him or her. It was
usually a him for some reason too, which I always wondered about, very
few black women were ever caught and the ones that were, well, they
looked like criminals anyway.

"So, what are we shopping for, mom?" I asked as we walked through the
parking lot. We'd managed to park close, since it was a Wednesday and
who wanted to go to the mall on a weekday?

"Clothes." Mom smiled at me. "Your father called me from work and gave
me some ideas."

"Daddy is giving you fashion tips?" I laughed at that.

"No, don't be silly." Mom laughed too. "I think someone told your
father what sort of clothes the vice-president likes to see."

"He likes special clothes? That's weird." I decided, but mom ignored
me and we were in the mall proper then, heading towards the big Sears
store.

"Hmmm...Let's go over this way." My mom had her chin up, looking over
clothing racks in the women's department. "You're growing up so fast..."

"You're buying clothes for me?" I blinked at her.

"What?" Mom glanced at me. "Yes dear, that's what I said at the house,
remember?"

"Oh, well, I thought..." I guess she had said that, but I just thought
probably she was buying something for her and maybe I'd get a new t-
shirt or something. I had a lot of clothes already.

"I don't know..." Mom was looking through skirts and I was looking
through blouses a few feet away. 

"What are we looking for, mom?" I wondered, because I really didn't
know. "Like really nice clothes? Or like hanging out clothes?"

"Your father said we should look for something sexy." Mom told me and
I blinked at her.

"What?" I laughed, thinking I must have heard her wrong.

"Sexy, dear." Mom nodded and she sounded so serious I almost believed
her.

"Yeah, right." I shook my head. "You won't even let me go on a date
and you're going to buy me sexy clothes?"

"This isn't a date, Dani." Mom said. "It's an introduction."

"What does that mean?" I was really confused and it was like we were
speaking two different languages.

"I just don't know." My mom was ignoring me again. "All these clothes
seem pretty normal."

"It's Sears, mom." I rolled my eyes and the truth was my mom probably
wouldn't know sexy if it bit her on her big black butt.

"Well," mom bit her bottom lip and looked at her watch, "where do
sixteen year old girls go to buy sexy clothes?"

"You're asking me?" I gave her a look, as if I'd confess that I knew
anything about sexy clothes. She was trying to trick me.

"Well, you must know some girls at school." My cleared her throat.
"Some, uh...Sluts?"

"Sluts?" My jaw hit the floor.

"Yes dear." Mom was nodding at me. "Where do sluts buy their clothes?"

"I think we need to get you home, mom." I was shaking my head and I
was a little worried about her. "Did you take like some cough syrup or
something? A lot of it?"

"What?" My mom made a face. "Of course not, I'm perfectly fine."

"Yeah, right." I wondered if I'd taken something by accident, or maybe
I was just in bed dreaming. This was totally surreal.

"Maybe that girl knows." Mom said and I followed her gaze to see a
blonde white girl, about my age, and she was dressed sort of sexy. 

She had a pair of short shorts and a small tube top, a pink one that
showed off her budding breasts. It wasn't an outrageous outfit by any
means, but she probably hadn't bought those clothes here. The shorts
were tight and tiny and I could see a thong beneath them, since the
shorts were like violently yellow and her thong desperately red.

"Excuse me, Miss." My mom interrupted the girl's browsing.

"What?" She looked up at my mom, since the girl was rather petite, and
from the look on her face it was obvious she was wondering why a
middle aged black woman would possibly want to talk to her.

"I couldn't help but admire your outfit and I was just wondering where
you bought it." My mom spoke gently, lowering her eyes politely. "You
see, Miss, I have a daughter and..."

The girl looked me up and down without smiling and I quickly
remembered my place and dropped my eyes.

"...I'd like to buy her something...Nice." My mom swallowed hard, because
I knew she was thinking this white girl looked like a slut, but she'd
never dare say that of course.

"Saucy's" The girl said. "It's by the food court."

"Saucy's." My mom nodded. "Thank you, Miss."

"Whatever." The girl turned away, leaving my mom standing there
smiling at the girl's back.

"She was very nice, wasn't she?" My mom said as we walked away.

"Yeah, she was, mom." I agreed. "Are we really going to Saucy's?"

"That's what she said." Mom shrugged and it confirmed my worst fears.
My mom was having a breakdown.

"Maybe I should call daddy and uh, ask him what I should wear, okay?"
I was opening my purse so I could get my celphone out.

"Oh, don't bother your father at work, Dani." Mom frowned, but it was
too late, I had dad on speed dial.

"Richardson." My dad's deep voice sounded through my phone and I had
to walk fast to keep up with my mom.

"Hi, daddy? It's me."

"Dani? What's wrong, Princess?" My dad always assumed it was something
bad when I called.

"Hey, um, mom's acting a little...Funny." I said, just because there
wasn't any other way to say it.

"What do you mean?" He asked slowly.

"She's taking me shopping, daddy. For, uh...Sexy clothes." I said.

"Good." My dad said and I almost dropped my phone.

"What?" 

"Good, yeah. That's what I told her, you need some new clothes for
tonight." My dad sounded like that was obvious. "Didn't she tell you
we're having company tonight?"

"Well, yeah." I snorted. "But she's acting so...Weird. And sexy clothes...
Daddy, what does that mean?"

"Look, Dani, I'm a little busy." Dad sighed. "Just do what your mother
says and I'll be home after work, okay?"

"But daddy..."

"Bye bye, Princess. Love you." He disconnected.

"Bye." I breathed, staring at my phone and then hurrying to catch up
with my mom again.

"Well?" My mom wasn't happy I'd bothered my dad. "What did your father
say?"

"Uh...He said...Good." I shrugged.

"See?" My mom shook her head. "I told you...Oh, here's that store. Oh
my." 

She was staring at a mannequin in the window, wearing a very short red
leather skirt and a sheer white blouse, like a silk blouse, with a red
lace bra underneath and white fishnet stockings up to mid-thigh. It
was probably wearing red lace panties to go with the bra, I imagined,
and on its feet the mannequin had little black leather boots with
three inch heels. 

I'd seen clothes like that before, but I didn't know any girls who
would wear them. Just like I'd walked past this store a hundred times,
but I'd never been in it. This wasn't the way a good girl dressed at
all and I thought my mom was going to have a heart attack, or at least
give me her patented lecture on what was wrong with the country's
youth these days. My mom wasn't short on opinion when it came to
dressing like that, trust me, she was just getting her steam up and I
waited for the inevitable. We wouldn't be going into Saucy's afterall.

Well..." My mom exhaled sharply and licked her lips. "...I think that
would be perfect, don't you?"

"Yeah mom..." I started agreeing, expecting her to say something more
like 'That's obscene!' but she hadn't and it took me a second to catch
up. "...What did you say?"

"The outfit in the window." My mom nodded towards the mannequin.
"Let's go inside."

"I'm not wearing that!" 

I stood frozen in place and my mom turned to look at me, somewhat
impatiently before stepping close and grabbing my arm just above the
elbow.

"Listen to me, young lady." My mom hissed. "If I can walk into that
store and buy clothes like that, you can certainly wear them."

I swallowed hard, blinking at the tears suddenly forming in my eyes. I
felt like I'd been slapped. My mother never talked to me that way and
I realized she was struggling greatly with her own conscience just
looking through the window. She wasn't crazy, just...Desperate? I didn't
know, I couldn't figure it out, but whatever was wrong it was scaring
me a lot.

"Do you understand me?" My mom gave my arm a little shake and I nodded
quickly. "Good. Now let's go."

I wiped my cheeks, following my mother closely as she walked into the
store. I kept my eyes down, feeling myself burning with humiliation as
my mother asked one of the girls who worked there about the ensemble
the mannequin was wearing. I wasn't only embarrassed for myself, but
more so for my mother, who was as prim and proper a woman as you can
imagine. It may seem old fashioned perhaps and I'm sure there are
mothers out there, who wouldn't have cared one way or the other, but
I've always been proud of my parents and my mother was very much my
role model.

The salesgirl was older than me, but not by much, a pleasantly round
black girl named Georgia, according to her nametag. She smiled
politely and helped my mom find everything she wanted, but it was
obvious the girl was a little amused and probably a lot curious. 

"Can my daughter try these on?" My mom asked and I just stared at the
small pile of clothes on the register counter.

"Everything except the underwear, sure." Georgia pointed. "Changing
rooms are right over there."

"Thank you." My mom picked up the skirt, blouse and boots, shoving
them into my arms. "I want you try these on."

"Mom..." I started, but quickly changed my mind when I saw her dark eyes
flashing. "...Okay."

The changing rooms were little more than closets with curtains and
small stools to sit on. There were hooks and I removed my clothing
slowly, not trusting the curtain at all and feeling very shy. I didn't
undress in public. I didn't like it, even when shopping for clothes,
but at least Sears had dressing rooms that were away from the main
store, this little room was right in the middle of everything.

I removed my blazer and hung it up, then my blouse, folding it
carefully and setting it on the stool. I adjusted my training bra over
my smallish breasts, not because I needed to, but because I was
unhappy. The blouse my mom wanted me to wear was like invisible and it
hid nothing, but merely covered my body like an alabaster shadow. It
was some synthetic fiber, something that felt like silk and had a
pleasant sheen to it, but that wasn't enough to make me feel good
about wearing it. The buttons were small and there were only three,
which left my breasts very exposed and if I hadn't been wearing a full
cup bra, the blouse wouldn't even cover my puffy brown nipples, I
didn't think. Not that it mattered, being sheer like it was. The
bottom of the blouse fell open to expose my tummy, not because I was
fat, but because it was tailored that way.

I heard my mother telling me to hurry up and I unzipped my uniform
skirt, which was long and modest the way a teenage girl's should be. I
stepped out of it, folding it as I had my school blouse and setting
the skirt aside. The new skirt, if it could be called that, was
something a prostitute might wear, or so it seemed to me. It was red
leather and slightly loose around my waist and hips, so it rode low as
I zipped it up. It flared slightly, but the skirt wasn't stiff, it was
very supple and I actually liked the texture, but that was all. It
barely covered my butt, even as it fell low enough around my narrow
hips to expose the top of my white bikini panties. I tried fixing it,
but plainly there was nothing I could do. It wasn't going to slide off
of me anyway, it fit well enough to stay in place, but it didn't hide
much at all. I had to make sure I tucked my penis and testicles way
down between my thighs, adjusting my panties carefully.

I put on the boots last and they were a size seven, which was what mom
had asked for, so they fit perfectly. But three inch heels? I think I
had one pair of shoes, a white pair I wore to church, that had one
inch heels and that was as high as I'd ever been. Putting on those
boots was like putting on a pair of stilts and I didn't realize that
I'd actually have to walk a little differently wearing them, like I
was tip-toeing around, but I wasn't. They clicked and clacked loudly
and forced me to arch my back slightly, just to keep my balance. My
ass was pushed out and my breasts seemed to lift slightly, it was
strange and I was almost afraid to come out of the changing room.

"Dani? What are you doing, this is taking too long." Mom was getting
impatient and I took a deep breath.

"Okay, I'm ready." I said softly, pushing the curtain aside and
walking slowly out of that closet.

I didn't walk very far and I looked around nervously, keeping my hands
in front of the skirt as if I might hide myself. My bra was plainly
visible, white beneath white on my black skin. My panties too could be
seen, the waistband around my hips, because that skirt was riding low,
as I said. Mom swallowed hard when she saw me and then pursed her
lips, setting her jaw and her eyes were hard. I'd never seen her look
like that before, and she had me walk around a little, turning and
posing. 

There were other people in the store of course, mostly girls, but a
couple guys too, like white guys with their girlfriends and I felt my
skin burning as they checked me out. I just knew I looked like a total
slut and I tried to ignore them, but that was hard to do as that store
wasn't exactly huge or anything, it was tight in there and I felt
claustrophobic the way people were watching me. I was terrified I was
going to trip in those silly boots and fall on my little black butt. I
was walking around though, letting my mom get a good look, along with
everyone else. I think we were both relieved when she told me to
change back after less than a minute or two.

Mom bought everything while I watched, scarcely believing my eyes. It
was expensive too, that Saucy's place wasn't cheap and the whole
purchase came to well over a hundred dollars. I carried the bag, a
single large one, thinking we were done, but I was mistaken
apparently, because my mother took a left instead of a right and I was
hesitant to ask her where we were going next. 

"Victoria's Secret?" I laughed. 

I mean what else could I do? I understood the pleasure of lingerie and
yes, even my mother owned a sexy nightgown that my father had bought
her for an anniversary once, but I'd never seen my mother wear it and
I doubted she knew that I was even aware it was in her dresser. Real
lingerie though, the sort of sexy underthings we'd find in that store...
My mother couldn't seriously be thinking of buying some for her
sixteen year old son.

"Let's get this over with." Mom sounded resigned and I just shrugged.
Nothing was beyond the realm of possibility now.

My mom asked a white saleslady for help and the woman gave my mom an
indulgent smile before crooking her finger at another saleslady, a
black woman in her twenties. She was attractive, as I guess someone
working in a lingerie store should be, and she was already sizing up
my mother, I could tell. Boy, was she in for a surprise.

"Hi, I'm Rebecca, can I help you find something?" She smiled
pleasantly.

"I'm looking for something for my son." Mom said, and sometimes she
did that, but mostly I was her daughter. I think it was cause we were
looking at underwear.

"Oh." Rebecca's smile faltered briefly as she turned to look at me,
but she recovered well enough. "And what are we looking for? We have a
wide selection of nightgowns, pajamas..."

"No, no..." My mom said slowly. "...I was thinking something like a silk
top? What do they call those? The ones that come with shorts?"

"Oh, you mean a camisole and tap pants set?" Rebecca asked and she was
gesturing towards some racks on the other side of the store.

"Maybe." Mom nodded. "I'm not very good with, um..."

"Lingerie?" Rebecca smiled and it was obvious my mom wasn't very
comfortable standing in the middle of a store full of corsets, garter
belts, and peek-a-boo bras.

"Yes." Mom smiled back.

"Well, let's take a look then." Rebecca led us to a section devoted to
camisoles and tap pants, apparently, although I'd never heard of
either of those before.

It turned out a camisole was very much like a short slip, or a
negligee some of them, and they came in all flavors. Tap pants were
like shorts, with different cuts and styles and colors. Rebecca was
good at her job at least and I think that helped ease our pain at
having to look through the assorted collection and imagine my body
beneath such flimsy and obviously intimate garments. Emerald green
seemed to be my best color, or a peculiar shade of red, which was
rather more pinkish to my eye than anything else, but Rebecca did
think it went very well with my complexion. 

I wasn't sure why we needed to buy lingerie, but I couldn't very well
ask in front of a stranger. There was little sense to be made out of
any of this however, and so I pushed my curiosity aside as best I
could. The outfit mom settled on finally was green and silk and
utterly luxurious, but hardly intended for a sixteen year old virgin
who'd never even been kissed. I could try it on, but only over my
underwear, Rebecca apologized, and that suited me just fine. At least
the changing room was large and much more private than the other
store's. My mom could join me, Rebecca as well, although I wasn't sure
if that was store policy, or just her own curiosity. Neither my mom
nor I were willing to make any kind of fuss, however.

I pulled the camisole on over my bra and it fit me exactly as it was
supposed to, according to Rebecca, and in fact it would fit me even
better once I was naked beneath it. I grew very warm when the woman
said that, but she worked there and so it was just a fact so far as
she was concerned. It was silky soft, sleeveless with spaghetti straps
and finely embroidered lace just beneath my breasts, like half-moon
cups to accentuate my tits. The hem wasn't very long, encircling my
waist just beneath my belly button, and again Rebecca told me it would
hang maybe just a fraction of an inch lower without my bra on.

The tap pants were snug around my waist, with embroidery to match the
top, and very loose everywhere else. Exceptionally loose and the legs
were tailored at an angle, like a V so that the shorts went very high
at my hips and fell lower as they wrapped around my thighs to cover my
pelvis, but not very well. In the back, those shorts really showed a
lot of butt. If I weren't wearing my panties, my penis would have been
plainly visible everytime I moved. It was sort of like wearing an
oversized pair of loose panties more than anything else, and I imagine
that was the intent. I wasn't supposed to be wearing anything beneath
them, obviously.

"Oh, I think someone likes the feel of real silk." The salesgirl was
smiling as my penis hardened, but I was sixteen and it did that all
the time anyway, usually for no real reason too.

"Sorry." I turned a bit more brown, blushing hard with embarrassment
and dropping my eyes.

"It looks very nice on you. You're so pretty." Rebecca was smiling,
looking me up and down before asking my mom's opinion. "Don't you
think so?"

"I suppose so." My mom was nodding. "Do you think it's sexy?"

"Sexy?" Rebecca sounded surprised that my mom had any doubts. "She's a
beautiful girl, he's beautiful I mean, and yeah, he's very sexy in
that outfit."

My mom gave the girl a little look, but didn't say anything.

"I've never seen a boy like her...Him." Rebecca cleared her throat and
she was obviously curious. "Is he a girl all the time?"

"Of course." My mom said, a little impatiently and unwilling to
explain further.

"I've always been a girl." I told Rebecca, just because I was a little
defensive about it. I've always been proud of myself, but other people
didn't always understand it.

"Well, you're gorgeous in that outfit. Real sexy." The salesgirl
smiled. "You'll make someone happy with it."

I must have shown my embarrassment at getting the woman's honest
opinion like that because compliment or not, I had no business looking
sexy, at least not like this. Gorgeous was nice, I liked that, but
sexy was...A little beyond the way I was brought up and I didn't really
like it. Rebecca noted my reaction at least, and politely turned her
eyes away from me, trying to save me from even more humiliation, but
all I wanted to do was go home. I wanted get back to our house, get my
mom alone, and ask her just what the heck was going on. 


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