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

Chapter 2


"What's going on, mom?" I asked as soon as we were in the house, but I
wasn't going to get an answer.

"Shoot." Mom was looking at her watch. "That took longer than I
thought it would. You go upstairs and take a bath."

"But mom..."

"No buts, I want your little brown butt in the bathtub and wash
yourself good." Mom going to the kitchen. "And, oh, Dani..."

"What?" I asked, my frustration showing.

"Do you, I mean have you ever..." She paused.

"Ever what?"

"Your pubic hair, down there on your, uh, sex...Do you shave at all?"
Mom was giving me a sheepish look and I blinked at her.

"Do I shave between my legs?" I shook my head. "No, just under my arms
sometimes."

"Do you have a lot of hair?" She asked and I had no idea why she was
asking me that, or even how to respond.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I have some."

"Okay, um...I'll come up in a few minutes to look." Mom said and I was
too stunned to answer.

My mom hadn't seen me naked since I was twelve probably, since I'd had
my first wet dream and she'd bathed me, explaining what was going on
and making me feel okay about my changing body. I mean, she might have
seen me other times since then, but I couldn't recall anything
specific, not like this. She was going to come into my bath and look
to see how much hair I had on my sex? What did that mean? Why would it
matter? 

I thought about calling my dad again, but it was almost five and he'd
be getting ready to leave the office. How would I explain that to him
anyway? I knew for a fact my dad hadn't seen me naked since, who
knows? Since a long time before I was even twelve, probably. Like nine
or ten years old, when I'd really learned that boys and girls were
different and I'd gotten shy about it. I mean, yeah, I was a boy, but
not really. Dad had respected that, mom too, and they'd given me my
privacy and that was normal. It had been normal for a long time now.
What made today suddenly different?

I took a bath, like my mom wanted me to. I wasn't going to argue with
her, not after the thing at the store. That still freaked me out a
little. I was much more into showers, really, but a bath was nice and
it was actually pretty comforting just soaking in hot water. I'd added
some bath beads, peach scented ones, and I liked the smell as I soaked
beneath the rising steam.

"Dani?" My mom was knocking and then the door opened slowly.

"Yeah mom. I'm in the tub." I said and I had to resist the urge to
cover myself up, as if I could. I was laying there totally naked and
any other time I'd have locked the door.

"Okay, good." Mom walked in and she sort of avoided looking directly
at me, at least at first. "Did you wash yourself good?"

"Uh, well...Not yet, I wanted to just soak a little." I confessed,
crossing my arms over my breasts and putting my thighs together under
the water, trapping my penis safely out of sight.

"Okay, well, make sure you wash everywhere, alright?" Mom said. 

"I always do." I replied and this conversation wasn't going to make my
diary.

"I mean, inside and out." Mom said. "Especially the back, okay?"

"Heh." I kind of almost laughed as I interpreted her words slowly.
"The back? Yeah, okay."

"Good, um, let me see your penis now." Mom said and she was looking at
me then. "Just...Stand up for a minute."

I licked my lips and I wouldn't have been so shy, except it was so
weird. If I'd ever had occasion to undress in front of my mom, it
wouldn't have bothered me. I wouldn't have thought twice about it, but
being asked...Being told to just stand up bare naked? It almost made me
feel like I was showing myself to a complete stranger and that's a
really odd feeling to have about your own mother.

I did it though. I stood up slowly, facing my mom, and whatever I was
expecting, I didn't expect her to come closer, bending over to
carefully inspect my teenage sex. I was practically trembling; I was
so nervous right then. No one had ever looked at me that way, not with
their nose about an inch from my penis and testicles. 

"Spread your legs a little." Mom said. "Okay, um I think we'll just
trim you a little, alright? Make you nice and neat down here and, um,
we'll shave your sack thingy too."

"T-Trim me?" I didn't even know what that meant.

"Yes." Mom decided and she was going to the medicine cabinet to find
the razor I used on my underarms once in awhile. 

I didn't have very much hair at all down there and none on my legs. My
sex was only lightly covered and I wasn't sure what part of my pubic
hair mom intended to shave. I knew a lot of women did it, maybe my mom
did it, I had no idea. All I knew was that I never did it and I wasn't
sure I wanted to learn how from my mom, you know? 

"Okay, just sit down on the edge of the tub, that's it." Mom was
guiding me and if she was embarrassed she wasn't showing it. 

Probably she just slipped into her professional mom mode, seeing me as
nothing but her child and she was trimming my bangs. I very much
wished I could pretend like that and I did try, but it was useless as
seeing a razor, even one as relatively harmless as a Lady Bic,
approaching my small but definitely there penis was pretty scary. My
testicles too, my soft sack which was brown and tender and so much
lighter than my chocolate skin. I liked my little balls a lot,
actually. I didn't want them getting cut off or something.

Mom was trimming though and doing a good job of it, so probably she
had some experience with such things. Mostly she was just getting the
sides and around my penis, holding it gently and of course that made
it hard again, which embarrassed both of us, but probably me more than
her. Neither of us said anything about it anyway and I think it even
made it a little easier for her to get the odd random pubic hairs that
grew just around the base. 

Mom shaved at the top, trimming what little bush I had into a cute
little stripe of curling black hair just a half inch wide and all of
two inches long at the most. Then she shaved all the hair on my
scrotum away, leaving me smooth as silk and almost pinkish brown
really. She'd had to pinch my soft sack and pull my skin tight one way
and then the other, which was really weird. She even shaved me below
my balls, with just a quick swipe with the razor to get the three or
four stray hairs that grew between my scrotum and my anus.

I was about as neat and clean as a boy could get after that and I
rather liked the way it looked. Not that it had looked awful before,
but neatly trimmed, my boy sex looked more...Sexy. Or something. I was
kind of afraid to think that because sexy wasn't the way I was brought
up. Mom seemed happy though and she reminded me again to wash myself
all over and especially in back, inside and out. There's something
vaguely humiliating about being sixteen and having your mom tell you
to make sure you wash your butt really good. What, like I don't know
how to wash my ass? But of course, that was just the stress and I'd
never, ever say such a thing out loud, but still...I was going to need a
pill pretty soon. This was driving me insane.

"After your bath, put on your new clothes, Dani." Mom told me before
closing the door behind her. "Brush your hair and put on some makeup
too; use mine, okay?"

"I can use your makeup?" I was surprised at that. 

I had some of my own, but very little and none of it was serious. Like
bubble gum lipstick and some rouge, glitter eye shadow. It was all
kid's stuff and I always wanted to wear the real stuff, but mom always
said I was too young. 

"Just don't overdo it." Mom nodded. "All you really need is some
lipstick; see if I have one that matches your new skirt."

"Okay, sure." That was actually the first bit of good news I'd heard
all afternoon, but it was weak compensation for all the other stuff.

"Our guest will be here at seven o'clock, so watch the clock." Mom
warned me and I nodded dutifully as it was way after five already. 

I finished my bath and dressed slowly, putting on the stockings first.
They were white fishnet with small diamond shaped holes and a long
white seam running up the back. They fit me well enough, coming to mid
thigh on me with a wide white garter around the top of each leg to
squeeze my soft brown skin. The underwear was nice too, but it hardly
qualified as underwear. The panties were a lacy red thong, and I mean
very lacy, without any panel at all so that my penis was plainly
visible through the flowery design. 

I wasn't even sure the proper way to wear it, but I adjusted the small
triangle front to sorta hold my penis, with the thin elastic strip at
the bottom running over my testicles, like splitting my balls so they
sort of fell on either side, which was weird, but it felt sort of good
too. The thong went over my anus and up, between my round butt cheeks.
It went high over my hips in a graceful arch and came back around to
the front again. It was ridiculously sexy and the red really popped
against my dark skin.

The bra was useless for anything but looking at. It didn't have any
support at all and the straps were miniscule and seemed so fragile I
was afraid to put it on. I didn't need a lot of support anyway though,
as my boobs were just handfuls really, with fat nipples, really puffy
and hard usually from the pills I took, female hormones and stuff. The
cups were all red lace, like the panties, and my nipples poked through
the material like a pair of black bullets. At least my boobs looked
nice though, really nice I thought and so what if they were little? I
was going to get some bigger ones after school got out for the summer,
mom had already promised me and I couldn't wait. But my A cups were
alright for now, they didn't sag or anything and they had a nice round
shape. That bra did seem pretty flimsy though and I just prayed the
back of it wouldn't snap like a rubber band halfway through dinner.

My new skirt went on next and it was much as it had been at the store,
feeling a little too loose around my tummy and hips and sliding down
far enough that the waistband of my thong was obvious. It almost
showed the front of my panties and the swell of my hardening little
penis was right there for anyone to see. I frowned at that, but there
wasn't a thing I could do about it; that lace felt really good. I had
to be careful how I moved too, since just bending over slightly was
enough to expose my mostly bare butt, and sitting? God, when I sat on
my bed to put on my boots that skirt just showed everything. I'd have
to cross my legs tight wearing that skirt, and even then it exposed my
thighs all the way up to where they met the rest of me.

I put the blouse on last and it did fit a lot better without my
regular bra. It sure didn't hide anything either. The red lace was
clearly visible along with my nipples, I was a little shocked to
discover. The neck was deep and those three buttons were close
together between my belly button and my breasts. If I moved a certain
way, the wrong way, my breasts would catch the neckline if I wasn't
careful and like pull my blouse open to one side or the other. It was
ridiculous. And the bottom of that blouse, the way it naturally parted
in the middle, sweeping away towards my sides, that just showed off my
tummy from my belly button down to the top of my low riding skirt,
which was to say the top of my sex.

As I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom I realized that I
really did look like a slut, if not a total whore. I couldn't leave my
bedroom looking like that, no way, and I was sure if my mom and dad
could see me they'd agree. A decent girl just didn't wear those sorts
of clothes. It wasn't proper and if I'd learned nothing else from my
parents growing up, it was that a girl has to respect herself first,
before she can expect it from anyone else. Especially if she's a black
girl, and doubly so if she's a boy, like me. I saw very little about
myself that I could respect wearing that outfit.

"Princess?" My dad was knocking on my bedroom door. "Are you dressed
yet?"

I was torn between letting him see me and locking my door until I
could get those stupid clothes off. But mom was expecting me to come
downstairs in the outfit she'd bought and so I thought the best thing
to do would be to let daddy see me, get upset and make me take it off,
and then he could explain to mom why I wasn't wearing those clothes.
It seemed like a good plan to me, I just hoped my mom wouldn't get in
too much trouble.

"Yeah, daddy." I stood up, sort of striking a pose, but trying to look
like I wasn't. "The door's open."

"Hey, let me see you." My dad was smiling and then his face just
froze, that smile stuck on his big black lips forever. 

He was going to lose it, I thought, any second and I waited for it
anxiously.

"Ahhhh..." He exhaled like a dying tire. "...Okay, um. That's...Nice."

"It is?" I blinked rapidly.

"You look very..." He swallowed hard, "...nice, Dani."

"You really think so?" I asked him slowly.

"Yeah, I do." He replied even slower. "I'm sure Mr. Reiser will...will...
really like you a lot."

"Mr. Reiser?" I sighed. "Daddy, what's going on? Why am I dressed like
this? I look like a...Like a prostitute or something!"

"What?" My dad shook his head. "No, no...Come here, don't cry."

He crossed the room quickly, taking me in his arms and hugging me as I
clung to him. 

"I don't like these clothes, daddy." I couldn't help but cry and I had
my face against his chest, my eyes closed as I held him desperately.

"I know, Princess, but sometimes we have to do things we don't want
to." Daddy said gently. "Mr. Reiser is my boss and he's interested in
giving me a promotion..."

"I don't understand." I shook my head against him.

"...A big promotion that will really help us out. We'll be able to send
you to college and..."

"But you make a lot of money already, daddy." I said.

"I know, I know, but see the company is downsizing too." My dad
sighed. "There's five of us, me and four other men, and one of us will
get the promotions, see? The other four, well, they'll have to find
other jobs."

"They're getting fired?" I looked up at my dad and he nodded.

"If I don't get the promotion, Dani, I'm getting fired and it isn't
that easy to find a job when you're my age. We have bills, you know?
The mortgage on this house, the cars, and the money we put away for
your college." Dad was trying his best to explain. "I'm still paying
for your braces and you haven't had those for..."

"Six months." I nodded. "Oh, daddy. What are we going to do?"

"Well, Dani..." My dad swallowed thickly and he tried to look in my
eyes, but he couldn't. 

"What?" I asked softly.

"Mr. Reiser, well, he likes pretty girls. He likes pretty black girls,
like you and maybe, if he likes you enough..."

"He won't fire you?" I stared into my daddy's unhappy face and he
nodded. "He told you that?"

"He's seen your picture, Dani." My dad said. "I told him all about
you, how smart you are, how sweet and beautiful."

"What did he say?"

"He told me that family is important." My dad cleared his throat. "He
told me that he wants to meet my family. He wants to meet you."

"That's why I have to look like this?" I asked. "I have to be sexy for
him?"

"Yeah." My dad looked down, his shoulders slumped and he seemed like
he was a hundred years old. 

"It's just one time, right daddy? Just tonight and never again?"

"I..." He shook his head. "...I don't know, Princess."

"But if he likes me a lot, if he wants it to be more than one night..."
I was thinking hard and I wasn't dumb and now that I had the pieces it
was clear. 

"Dani..." My dad lifted his face. "...I can find another job. I can take
two jobs, maybe. Your mom can work too; she's a good cook, a good
housekeeper and..."

"No, you're right daddy." I took his chin in my hand, lifting his eyes
to mine. "You're not going to lose your job."

"You're so young..."

"A hundred years ago I would have been married with a baby already." I
smiled, even though I didn't feel like it, and technically I couldn't
have any babies at all, but that wasn't the point. "This won't hurt
me, daddy. I understand."

"This was wrong of me." My dad looked into my eyes finally. "I'm
sorry, Dani. I'm sorry I'm so weak."

"He's white, isn't he?" I sucked my top lip and my dad nodded. "So I'd
have to do it anyway, even if he wasn't going to fire you."

"Maybe." Daddy answered softly, but we both knew it was true.

"If he wanted, he could come over anytime he felt like it and just
take me." I said and dad didn't say anything. "So maybe this way is...."
I was thinking hard. "...Maybe it's his way of making it better for us."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if he tells you he wants to meet me, that if he likes me
enough, if I'm sexy enough for him, he'll give you a raise...And if he
doesn't like me he'll fire you, that makes it easier, doesn't it?"

"Easier..." My dad thought about that.

"I mean this way we have a reason, a real one besides just being
black, see? There's incentive, a reward for doing good and he doesn't
want me mad, or unhappy." I was smiling because I was really getting
it now. "He wants me excited to please him, that's what your boss
wants. He wants you and mom to be okay with it, cause it's just
business, right?"

"Just business?" My dad actually smiled at that, but not really a
happy one. "I guess so, maybe..."

"You know what I mean." I nodded my head. "This Mr. Reiser, he doesn't
want to hurt us, or even force us, he just wants to make a deal that's
good for everybody, see? All you did was make a deal, daddy."

"Yeah, but Dani..."

"And I'm gonna keep it for you!" I pulled myself up by his shoulders
so I stood tip-toe and kissed his cheek just as the doorbell rang.

I finally felt good about myself for the first time since coming home
from school. Daddy felt terrible, mommy too, I knew that. They thought
they were turning me into a whore just so we could keep our stuff. I
knew better though, it wasn't stuff we were keeping, it was pride. My
dad couldn't see it yet, he thought he was losing his pride by selling
me, but he was wrong. 

This Reiser person, he could have me whenever he wanted. He was rich
white man and I was a little black sissy, all he had to do was pay the
taxes and take me. I wasn't worth very much anyway, being still in
high school and male on my birth certificate. A vice-president at a
big insurance company could afford me for sure and all my parents
could do was petition for a delay until I was eighteen, but probably
not since I was healthy. But even if I wasn't, that would still give
me less than two years at home and then I'd be all his and my parents
wouldn't get a dime. 

He wasn't doing that though, and not because he was a miser, but
because that wouldn't make me his friend. He'd probably have to rape
me if he bought me; the way I'd heard that some Masters did with their
slaves. Of course nobody called it rape publicly, just like nobody
called rich white people Master or Mistress in the newspapers, and for
sure nobody called black girls slaves; that wasn't politically correct
in the modern 21st century. Everyone did all that though in reality.
Mr. Reiser would be my white Benefactor and he'd take Custody of me,
being responsible for my proper training and behavior and employing me
for Domestic Purposes, as they say. Private purposes that were
nobody's business, but everyone knew what was going on. Nobody took
custody of ugly boys or girls, only the pretty ones, and neither my
daddy or I would admit that the very real possibility was that if Mr.
Reiser liked me a lot, he'd want to keep me.

That wouldn't be so bad, although I'd miss my mom and dad, but if he
was nice I'm sure Mr. Reiser would let me visit them, especially since
my daddy worked for the man. It was easy to get excited about that, a
lot easier than you probably think, just because I'd not only be
helping my family the only way I could, but I wouldn't have to worry
about someone else wanting me. I was sixteen and black and pretty and
all of that made me vulnerable and another man could take me and leave
my parents with nothing. I'd been waiting for this day, believe it or
not.

Mr. Reiser was being generous, I thought, far more than he needed to
be and my daddy should have appreciated that. My mom did, I understood
that finally, she knew how to read between the lines, but she was a
woman too and so she'd grown up facing the same issues I was. She'd
belonged to a white man for awhile, until my mom had gotten older and
the man had lost interest in her. He'd been nice too and my mom didn't
talk about him very much, but I think she'd loved him a little. Yeah,
only another girl could understand what was going on. A boy, a real
boy I mean, wouldn't understand it at all. 

My daddy thought he was losing something and that's just the way men
are, I suppose.

"Did, um..." I caught my dad as he was leaving to greet Mr. Reiser, "...
Did you tell him everything about me, daddy? About my..."

"What? Yeah, of course." My dad nodded. "Mr. Reiser knows you're a
boy, Princess."

"Okay." I smiled. "Good."

"Just come down in, oh, ten or fifteen minutes, okay?" Dad smiled at
me. "You really are sexy, Dani. Jesus."

"Thanks." I giggled softly and twisted on my hips, not minding being
sexy at all anymore. Now that I knew the reason.


End of chapter 02
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