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Dominant Black Transsexual Cheerleaders
by T.S. Severe

Copyrighted 2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm

Synopsis: The new boy finds himself lusting after Stacy, a black
cheerleader and the hottest girl in school. When he hooks up with her
at a party though, Stacy reveals her huge secret and turns the boy
into her cock worshipping, faggot love slave.
Story Codes: tg/m, reluctant, oral, anal, petting, size, interr, D/s,
humil, ws

Note: This is the fifth chapter and you should read the first one
first. Naturally! :)

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Dominant Black Transsexual Cheerleaders
(for lack of a real title)

by T.S. Severe



	DBTC V


I felt like James Bond or somebody. Like a secret agent spy guy
sneaking through the top secret lair of a mad scientist bent on taking
over the world.

The only person who was mad though was me, and the only thing I wanted
to take over was Shauna Hanson's panties! I'd been inside the girls'
locker room once before, but I hadn't been alone and it hadn't been in
the middle of the school day. Shauna, like thirty other senior girls,
would be somewhere outside playing volleyball or doing sit-ups, or...
something. Girls' gym class was usually kind of nice to watch, but not
today!

Shauna seemed to be about my size, since I'm not really all that large
anyway and she was two years older. Plus, the girl was downright hot!
I mean, she was probably the hottest white girl in the whole school
and normally that would have meant trouble. Beauty equals popularity,
after all, and popularity equals power and a really gorgeous chick
like Shauna could squash me with a dirty look, probably. Except the
thing about Shauna was that she didn't use her super powers! She
wasn't a cheerleader, she didn't hang out with the cool kids, and she
didn't walk around like a stuck-up bimbo on steroids or anything like
that.

If any girl in the school might not make a fuss about a boy stealing
her bra and panties, and then parading through the library in her
underwear, well...it might be Shauna. I hoped. And besides, did I tell
you the girl was hot? If I had to wear a pair of panties, I'd rather
they'd been wrapped around Shauna's tight round ass than some other
girl's flabby bubble butt, you know? Heck, I could have almost stolen
all of her clothes and been happy, sorta, except for the fact that I
needed to wear a skirt and blouse. Shauna had been wearing a pair of
old, acid washed jeans and that wouldn't satisfy Stacy or her friends.
I needed a pair of stockings and high heel shoes too!

"Shauna..." I muttered, opening and closing lockers quickly, trying to
be quiet, but trying to hurry as well.

I didn't have a lot of time for this operation before I had to get to
the drop zone and blow smoke, which is what they always said in the
movies. My dad would've known what that stuff meant and for just a
second or two I wished he was there to give me some fatherly advice
about infiltrating enemy lines! Because if I got caught, I'd be
interrogated for sure and everyone cracks eventually. Nobody can hold
out forever and when they finally broke me, I'd tell them every...whoa!

"Yes!" I smiled as I found Shauna's locker and her pants were hanging
on a hook, her halter top thingy too, and on the top shelf I found her
panties and bra.

The bra looked pretty ordinary to me, but they only come in two
flavors anyway so far as most sixteen-year-old boys are concerned:
plain and uber-sexy! Of course even plain bras are pretty cool and I
fondled the soft, thickly padded cups for a moment, feeling my dick
getting hard despite my nervousness. I had to get going! I took her
panties too and they were definitely of the used variety! I grabbed
the sort of wadded up ball of pink cotton in my fist and then let go
as if they'd burned my fingers. Shauna's panties were wet! And not
just wet, but...sticky, kinda. Definitely gooey!

I hung her bra around my neck with the straps dangling down my chest
and picked up her panties carefully. I unwrapped them and found the
crotch messy with what had to be cum! Semen, I mean, not girl cum,
although I really wasn't entirely sure what girl cum looked like. I
knew what boy cum looked like though! And smelled like as the
unmistakable musk reached my nose. That stuff had to be fresh and all
I could wonder was who had been fucking Shauna during lunch? Thinking
about quiet, sexy Shauna getting boned in the middle of school really
made my dick throb! I almost put them back though, since the idea of
wearing her cummy panties seemed kinda weird. But that would probably
be worth bonus points to Stacy and the other girls. God! They'd really
love that, unless I was completely mistaken about them and I didn't
think I was.

So I kept her panties and closed her locker and went searching for
Millie Moore's locker. She was a Goth chick, like a vampire wanna-be,
and while there was the possibility that she'd put a curse on me or
call forth a demon from the Abyss to eat my soul for stealing her
clothes, I figured I'd risk it. There were only three or four Goth
kids in the whole school, for one thing, and they were largely ignored
by everyone else. Nobody would care if Millie got upset, or at least
they wouldn't care enough to kick my ass, put it that way. If she had
a boyfriend, and I didn't think she did, it would have been a guy
calling himself Wren and he had to be a total pussy! I mean, he was a
Goth guy and looked like that fag who sings for the Cure, you know? I
figured I could take him if he threw a hissy fit on the playground.

Of course, the best thing about shopping Millie's locker was that she
dressed pretty nice, even if all her clothes were black! When I found
her locker, I found the mother lode! A short, black miniskirt in some
kind of fake satin material with like a gauze of black lace over the
top of it. Weird! A black blouse, like a poet's shirt with a big
collar and big puffy sleeves and three buttons shaped like vampire
teeth. Really weird! And black fishnet stockings to go with her high
heel boots, little black ankle boots with silver buckles and one inch
spikes. I held one up and wondered if it would fit my foot and decided
I'd better try it on real quickly. I wouldn't want to have to sneak
back in there just to steal another pair of shoes!

I stuffed all my ill-gotten clothing in my backpack and snuck out of
the girls' locker room undetected! I even made it back into my history
class for the last ten minutes of it, having told the teacher I'd had
a stomach ache. I felt better now, sorta, but stealing those girls'
clothes had been the easy part, putting them on and putting on a
fashion show in the library...

I giggled to myself when the bell rang, knowing that somewhere right
then Shauna was wondering where her cum soaked panties were and
probably stressing because those would be some serious evidence
against the girl. And Millie would probably be screaming because I'd
taken everything except her underwear! She'd have to wear her gym
clothes the rest of the afternoon! Shauna would only have to go
commando, except she probably had a clean pair of panties anyway,
unless she really liked wearing gooey underwear!

Maybe that makes me sound kind of bad, but those girls would get their
clothes back anyway. I'd only wear them for as long as it took to get
into the library and out the other side. After that, I'd change back
to my normal clothes and try to laugh like it had all been a harmless
high school prank...And pray that everyone else laughed with me! If they
didn't, I'd be dead meat!

After excusing myself from my drafting class, which had been a cool
sounding elective, but turned out to be a really boring one, I
retrieved my backpack from my locker and headed for the bathroom. The
boys' bathroom, which was conveniently located right next to the
library. I had ten minutes to get dressed and by this time the reality
of what I was doing had sunk deep down into my guts.

Did I really want to dress up in girls' clothes and walk around in
front of the thirty or forty kids who were bound to be in the library
for study hall? No! Of course not! I could have dumped those stolen
clothes anywhere, let them be found, and nobody would have been any
wiser. I could have gotten away with it. Except I'd still have to
spend the next almost three full days being completely, utterly
ignored by my girlfriend and her friends and even my friends! The
dreaded silent treatment had proven itself stronger than my meek ego
and so I really had no choice.

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My dick had gotten hard again for some reason. Too many hormones or
something. Too many confused feelings as well. I undressed in one of
the stalls and the first thing I put on was Shauna's panties. Her wet,
semen filled pink panties and I couldn't tell you why, but just the
idea gave me a serious rush! Some guy had fucked her and his cum had
leaked out of her pussy and into the cotton. I could feel it cool and
greasy, smell it strongly as I held the girl's panties to my face, and
even taste the salty flavor as I licked across the crotch with my
tongue.

I imagined it was Stacy's semen, although I knew it wasn't, but that's
just how desperate I'd truly become. So, you'll understand why I was
doing all this. I mean, licking the cum off some chick's panties?
That's kinda sick and I was embarrassed just standing there by myself
in the locked stall of an empty bathroom. But I still did it and then
I pulled those panties on! They weren't very tight either, since
Shauna was like an inch taller than me anyway and probably weighed
about the same. I mean, I was a pretty skinny boy and if I had a lot
in my pockets I might have weighed 130 pounds or something, but closer
to 120, probably.

I'd always hated being little, but now I almost didn't mind as I
blinked at the sensation of Shauna's soft panties pulled snug against
my small pink balls and straining penis. I could feel that cum too! It
felt kind of squishy maybe, a little uncomfortable as it wasn't warm
or anything, but it totally reminded me of how Stacy's cum had leaked
out of my butt after she'd fucked me the day before. That's why I
liked those panties and why I wanted to wear them. I missed the
feeling of being nasty down there after some serious sex with my
transsexual girlfriend!

Thoughts of jerking off filled my mind, or jilling off anyway. I kind
of liked the way it felt to rub my dick through the tight cotton, like
a girl rubbing her clit sorta, and the idea of adding a big load of my
own ball juice to the mix seemed like a pretty good one. Except I
didn't have time for that! I had to figure out how to wear a bra! It
was a little confusing at first, even though I could see how the
stupid thing was supposed to work. I just couldn't seem to get those
little hooks in the back, no matter how much I twisted and turned and
reached, grunting and frowning, and...there! I finally got it. Stupid
bra!

At least it had a lot of padding and I realized Shauna's tits must
have been a lot smaller than they looked. I mean, her bra had like
fake tits built right into it! That seemed cool though and I sorta
stood there for a moment just squeezing the cups of my bra with my
hands and pretending like I had real boobs. That would be so weird!

I pulled on the fishnet stockings next and they had some kind of
elastic thing around the tops. They came about halfway up my pale
thighs and looked pretty cool since my legs were totally white and the
few hairs I had growing were on my shins and so short and blonde
nobody would even notice them. Why was I worried about leg hair anyway
though? I rolled my eyes and pulled on Millie's black skirt with the
shroud thing, like wearing a shadow over the satin. It seemed okay,
but maybe a little tight around my waist. I could definitely feel the
draft blowing up my skirt though and that made me giggle! I'd spent my
whole life wearing pants, so this was completely new for me and I
tried to pretend I wasn't a cross-dressing pervert, but only Scottish...
As if there's a difference?

You know why Scottish guys wear kilts? Because sheep can hear a zipper
a mile away!

Anyway, I didn't have a lot of time to remember stupid jokes, even
though that one made me grin as I pulled that weird, black poet's
shirt over my head. It made me look like a blonde Lord Byron on his
way to a funeral, I thought, but that sobered me up because a funeral
could be precisely where I was headed! My own! Once I had those
leather ankle boots buckled around my feet and I stood up straight and
teetered out of the stall to see myself in the mirror...Whoa! 

I looked like a sixteen year old boy with a serious crush on that
chick from Underworld, who was definitely a Goth hottie, but still...I
didn't look any more girlish than I normally did. Except that bra gave
me some real tits and those stockings gave me some real legs, like
girl legs, not boy legs. And especially the way that skirt hugged my
ass and it was a little too short anyway, so the tops of my stockings
showed and a bit of bare white thigh above them. Okay. So maybe from
the neck down I sorta almost definitely looked like a girl, but that
wasn't my fault. I was wearing girl clothes!

The rest of me, my face, still looked like me. I had a pretty face
anyway though. Everyone always said so. Seriously. It was the reason,
one of them, that Stacy had picked me to be her faggot boyfriend,
because I did look pretty. So did some of the other guys, like Dave
was pretty and especially Kyle! That boy probably should have been a
girl. All I needed was a little makeup, I thought. Some eye shadow
stuff and some lipstick maybe and some...Wait! I blinked at myself and
shook my long blonde hair at my reflection. I wasn't a girl and I
didn't want to be a girl and I didn't even look like a girl. I looked
like me wearing girls' clothes. End of story.

That made me feel better. Sorta.

Mostly I wanted to puke as I contemplated leaving the bathroom. I
looked at my watch and it was 2:10 already, but I still had five
minutes to wait and anyone could walk inside the bathroom! So I hid in
the stall and prayed. My gut ached and my heart was pounding. I
couldn't hardly breathe as I struggled to control my nervous fear. I
couldn't walk around dressed like this...Could I? But I had to. It would
make Stacy happy and she'd forgive me and I'd pass the challenge. My
life would go back to being normal and I could suck Stacy's cock and...
Jesus! I felt like a total fag! I even thought like a fag and those
clothes weren't helping, especially Shauna's cummy panties as I felt
the stuff oozing around my own swollen dick and tight, eager balls.

That whole situation hardly seemed fair and I really had to push
myself out the door at precisely 2:14 on a Tuesday afternoon, walking
the dozen feet to the east doors of the library and taking a deep
breath...

Stacy sat in the library and I noticed her right away, sharing a table
with Heather and Veronica. Dave and Kevin were there too and they all
looked at me! I wasn't invisible anymore! At another table sat Wendy,
Paula, and Karen. Their boyfriends, Josh, Kyle, and Jimmy all stared
at me as well. Kyle gave me a smile and just a tiny nod of his head,
which I found totally reassuring.

Rita sat with Brad and a few of the other cheerleaders, the white ones
who also ruled the school. In fact, it seemed like half the school was
in the library! I'd never seen it so crowded before and I knew for a
fact most of my friends were supposed to be in other classes right
then. Probably most of the kids who were in there had skipped out of
their regular classes just so they could see me dressed in stolen girl
clothes! That thought almost made me turn around and run, except I'd
probably just break an ankle doing that! Walking in heels isn't really
amazingly hard, but it does take a little practice just because you
have to step a little differently than you do in sneakers.

I had no choice but to walk slowly and my little white ass wiggled
from side to side without a lot of effort on my part. I tried to look
up too, smiling just because I had to sell this as a joke, you know? A
funny prank, like streaking or something, except with clothes on. If I
looked miserable and terrified and as deeply humiliated as I felt,
well, nobody would think it was very funny then! The irony wasn't lost
on me as I realized that perhaps only my dad, who was in fact the only
real fearless man I'd ever met, could have appreciated the iron
discipline and sheer bravery required to strut across some forty plus
yards of wide open library in front of at least a hundred grinning,
laughing, whispering, finger pointing, mocking teenagers.

"Those are my clothes!" Millie suddenly yelled and the place had been
reasonably quiet until then, but as soon as she said that...Oh man! It
got kind of crazy!

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

"Do you know what kind of trouble you're in?" Principal Jefferson
Davis asked me in his baritone voice and I shook my head sadly.

"No sir," I whispered.

"The deep kind," the man said, and he was large and black, kind of
older maybe, but a handsome man nonetheless.

He reminded me of Bruce Willis in a way, if Bruce Willis had been
black, I mean. They had the same look, sorta, but more to the point,
Principal Jefferson Davis, or JD as the students called him, had that
larger than life presence. Like my dad, you know? I bet he would have
made a real good Marine.

"I've already called your father," he told me and I looked up,
blinking quickly at that news. "He's on his way. This is a serious
business, Mr. Turner. A very serious business."

"Yes sir," I muttered, looking back down at my hands.

"Is there some particular reason you thought dressing up in that..." he
smiled at me as I sat there still dressed in Millie's clothes, "...
outfit would be funny?"

"Ummm..." I cleared my throat. "It was kind of a dare thing."

"A dare?" The man shook his head with a sigh. "Do you accept a lot of
dares, Mr. Turner?"

"Uh..." I glanced up at him and shrugged.

"For example," he said slowly, lowering his voice and leaning forward
slightly, "if I dared you to do something...would you do it?"

"I don't know," I swallowed hard, looking at his face and avoiding his
eyes through my long, blonde bangs.

"What if it meant that you wouldn't be suspended for three days?"

"Suspended?" I bit my lip.

"Perhaps for much longer than that," JD nodded with a sympathetic
smile. "I can only imagine what the school board will decide to do
with you. Stealing clothing from the girls' locker room, skipping
classes, changing in the bathroom, waltzing through the library and
disturbing the good order and discipline we try so hard to maintain..."

"I'm sorry," I said, meaning it too.

"It's very possible the board might decide that a boy like yourself
doesn't belong in a public school," he told me. "Perhaps you need to
be someplace more...structured. An environment which relies less on the
student's sense of responsibility."

"Oh!" I closed my eyes.

"I'm not sure that would be the best thing for you though," he told me
and I opened my eyes again. "And my recommendation will certainly
influence the board's decision."

"Yes sir," I agreed, hoping his friendly tone and gentle smile meant
he wouldn't let them kick me out of school. I wasn't exactly sure what
that other place might be, but it sounded a lot like the military
schools my dad always talked about. I knew I wouldn't want to go to
one of those!

"So, I'll ask you again, Mattie," JD smiled. "What would a pretty
white boy like you do to stay out of trouble?"

"Uhhhh..." I blinked at him.

"We have time," he said, looking pointedly at his watch. "Your father
said he wouldn't be here until after three."

"Um..." I felt my face turn crimson as I understood exactly what he was
suggesting, but just in case I didn't...

"So why don't you get on your knees and take out my dick," the
principal said, pushing himself away from his desk and gesturing at a
spot on the carpet.

"But I'm not..." I started protesting and he chuckled at that.

"You're Stacy's new faggot, right?" he asked me and I just stared wide-
eyed. "So don't tell me you don't know your way around a cock, Mattie.
We both know what a pussy cocksucker like you needs, don't we?"

I had no choice as the man smiled, coaxing me onto the floor with a
knowing look in his eyes and an obvious lump in his pants. My heart
stuttered and I licked my lips, feeling shocked and dismayed that the
principal knew about Stacy and how much I loved sucking her beautiful
cock.

"That's it," he nodded, watching as I knelt between his spread legs
and unzipped his trousers with trembling fingers. "All you white boys
love black dick. Can't help it, can you?"

"No sir," I whispered, my guts knotting up with fear and excitement,
my body burning with shame as I pulled his still flaccid cock free of
his pants. Even soft, the principal had a big dick! His dark meat felt
hot and heavy in my hands, soft at first, but growing slowly longer
and more firm as I tugged his soft skin back and forth over the muscle
beneath.

"Oh, you sweet little slut," he sighed, reaching for my head and
stroking my hair. "Do you like my dick?"

"Yeah," I breathed, staring at the way the principal's penis continued
to grow beneath my fingers, it was getting huge!

"Take my balls out too, Mattie," he told me. "You have to warm them up
first, didn't your mommy teach you that?"

"N-No sir," I answered, reaching inside his trousers with my left hand
to find his sperm filled testes wrapped inside a generous, hairy sack
of soft, dark scrotum.

"Yeah, that's it, bitch," he sighed with pleasure as I pulled his
balls free and the pungent aroma of his sweat and piss and the faint,
familiar smell of something else filled my nose. "You're a real
cockslut, aren't you? A little white bitch for black cock?"

"Yesssss..." I sighed, helpless to deny the truth. I was fascinated with
the principal's cock, almost desperately hungry for it.

"Don't be shy," he chuckled. "Give them a kiss, white boy. Wash my
balls...Use a lot of tongue too...And look at me, sissy. Let me see those
pretty blue eyes while you love my balls."

I did exactly as the man told me to, holding his huge cock with my
right hand while I caressed his ballsack with the left. I pressed my
open mouth against the soft skin, feeling his thick, curling pubic
hair tickling my face as I worked my tongue over, under and around his
large balls. The man's cock was big as Florida, as Hemingway once
said, and that made it just my size! It looked like the sort of prick
you see on the internet. The principal's meat had grown incredibly
long and thick, and hard as steel as it rested against my face,
rubbing over my left eye and drooling precum into my hair.

"I've been letting white boys like you suck my dick since I was in
grade school," he told me. "Most of them liked to pretend they weren't
queer, but as soon as they saw a real man's cock..."

"Mmmph!" I blinked at him as the man pulled my face harder against his
cock and balls.

"...they dropped to their knees quick," he said with a deep laugh. "Just
like you, Mattie, born to suck and fuck black dick."

"Ummp hmph!" I agreed, curling my tongue under one of his fat balls
and sucking it into my mouth.

"White boys," he snorted. "This is why I love my job. Suck the other
one too, slut."

I worshipped the principal's balls for a good five minutes before he
seemed satisfied with my efforts. I drank some cool air into my lungs
and licked my lips as he held a fistful of blonde hair with one hand
and used the other to slap my face with his heavy prick. Precum had
started leaking from the bulbous glans and soft, wet smacking noises
filled the office while he teased me with his dick.

"Stick out your tongue," he told me and when I did, the man slapped me
there as well before wiping clear precum around my bruised lips like
it was lipstick.

I couldn't help but lap at his majestic prick every time it got close
enough for my tongue to reach it. I could taste his dark skin sort of
bitter-sweet, tinged with salt, and the principal finally let me have
the full length of his dick. I dragged my tongue upward along the
underside and swirled it around the head, exploring the pronounced
crown and dripping piss hole. I bathed every inch of the man's cock
and then opened wide to take the head inside my hungry mouth.

"You like the taste, white boy?" he asked me as I nursed on glans and
perhaps another fat inch besides. "I had a little faggot pussy for
lunch today. One of your friends, Brad Connors...Fucked him right here
on my desk while his girlfriend watched."

"Umph?" I widened my eyes as I bobbed up and down on the man's cock,
feeling my lips stretched about as far as they could go while his
cockhead filled my mouth completely.

"Didn't know that, huh?" the principal chuckled. "I get a piece of
white pussy every day during lunch. Sooner or later it was going to be
your turn..."

"Mmmph..." I groaned as he pushed my face down a little farther, forcing
his cockhead against the back of my mouth and making me gag softly.

"...and now it's here," he said. "So you'd better get used to this,
Mattie You're going to be seeing a lot of my dick from now on."

Thankfully, Principal Jefferson Davis didn't make me try to deepthroat
him or anything, but that would have been about impossible. He was
happy with me taking about a third of his dick between my lips and
using my small, white hands on the rest of him. I loved his cock too!
I couldn't help it. Even though he was obviously a man, and didn't
even pretend otherwise the way Stacy and the other cheerleaders did,
all I cared about was his dick.

It seemed awesome to me. So big and black, so strong and thick the way
a real cock should be. It overpowered me just by its presence and I
would have done anything to suck him off every day if he'd let me.
Knowing I had to share that stiff, black cock with six other boys made
me sort of jealous and I really worked to give the man the best
blowjob he'd ever had. I slobbered all over it, drooling spit and
precum down the shaft and massaging it onto the glistening shaft with
my fingers. I swallowed a lot too and I'd lift my mouth and just let
the juices spill out of me, getting him nice and wet all over before I
took him back in my mouth.

"Uhhmmm..." the principal sighed after a long ten minutes of serious
mouth fucking. "You really love that dick, huh boy? You want my cum
too?"

"Mmpph!" I agreed, trying to nod around the prick buried in my face
and I gave him my eyes, begging for a big load of hot cum for my
tummy.

"Yeah...Uh...Fuck, you little white whore..." he breathed, grimacing
slightly as he lifted his hips and pulled me down hard on his suddenly
spurting cock. "Swallow it, bitch! Eat my cum, you faggot slut!"

A rush of creamy semen flooded my mouth, bulging my cheeks outward as
I choked on it. I tried to swallow, but his cockhead was lodged right
at the entrance to my throat and I gagged hard. Cum squirted out the
corners of my mouth and I felt like I was drowning. I couldn't breathe
and I slapped his powerful thighs and tried to push myself off, but
the principal refused to let me go as his balls emptied inside me.

A brief eternity later, he did relax and I swallowed thickly, gulping
down large mouthfuls of a black man's cum just so I could breathe
again. The principal smiled, nodding his head as he rubbed his slimy
dick all over my face. I just tied to catch my breath mostly, sucking
air between my slack lips and swallowing repeatedly to get all the cum
down in my belly. A lot of it ran down my chin as I sat back on my
heels. Semen dripped onto my black blouse...Millie's black blouse...and
Shauna's maiden-form bra beneath it. Under my skirt and inside the
damp panties I wore, my own small, white dick strained for release.
I'd gotten seriously hard while sucking the principal's dick and I
wished I could jill off right then. Just a touch would be enough, but
I didn't move. I just stared at the man's cum covered penis and licked
my lips.

"What are you waiting for, boy?" he asked me. "You know what to do
with a dirty black dick."

I did know what to do and I spent five minutes licking every drop of
semen from the principal's cock and balls I could find. I even sucked
up a few small blobs that stained his trousers, sucking on the wool
until he pushed me away and started putting his semi-hard cock back
into his pants. I felt a twinge of guilty regret that he didn't want
to fuck me just then, but maybe next time...

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

"Matthew?" Dad blinked at me as I sat there in the principal's office
wearing Millie's clothes, Shauna's cum filled underwear, and a lot of
semen still wet on my face. He hadn't let me clean myself up at all
and I almost burst into tears with shame.

"I caught him performing oral sex on one of the other students,"
Principal Jefferson Davis told my dad a few minutes later with a sad
sigh. "Dressed like...that...on his knees in one of the bathroom stalls."

"What?" I gasped, blinking at the man, but one look shut me up
quickly, and both the principal and my dad had given me hard stares.

"The other boy, well...I can't really blame him," the principal
continued. "I mean, look at your son, Colonel."

My dad had a red face and a set jaw and clenched teeth. I imagine
that's exactly how he'd looked just before storming a machine gun nest
in Afghanistan single handedly, armed with nothing but a knife and a
lot of rage at seeing his men getting mowed down. I'd heard the story
and read the citation, but I'd never really imagined it...until now.

"But Mattie's a good kid," the principal offered with a smile. "Very
popular with the other students, helpful in class, a model student
except for his, uh...sexuality, lets say."

"I didn't..." I started, but the principal held up his hand and my dad
just glared at me with a soft growl.

"So I'd be willing to give him another chance," the man said, making
it sound like he was doing me a real favor. "Nobody else knows about
this and we could keep it just between the three of us, I think."

"Grrrr..." Dad replied.

"Of course, my biggest concern is for Mattie," the principal
continued. "I think if he's more comfortable dressing like that and
coming to school as a girl, we can accommodate him. We don't
discriminate here, Colonel, as much as I have to admit this sort of
behavior offends my male pride. We're still a school and our young
people have to learn tolerance, even acceptance of individuals like
our Mattie here."

"W-What?" I blinked at him.

"Some of our other students are the same way," he said with a soft
chuckle. "I blame it on that music they listen to. That rap music
especially, teaching young, impressionable white boys like Mattie to
feel certain...desires...for the young black men in our small community."

"But..." I hated rap music!

"Did I mention the other student is black?" the principal asked. "Not
that it really matters, but he is. A very healthy black man, and one
of our finest student athletes as well. I'd hate to see his
opportunities squandered simply because a pretty white boy seduced him
into homosexual act."

"Grrrr..." Dad stared at me.

"I don't mean to imply that the other student is gay," the principal
added quickly. "Far from it, let me assure you, Colonel. Mattie, on
the other hand...He just needs to adjust to his newfound sexuality and
learn to control his, uh...urges. I'm sure you agree with me when I say
we'd love to have her stay at Hathaway High as one of our prized
female students."

"Her?" I blinked at the man. "Wait...Female?"

"Grrrr..." Dad agreed.

"I know you'll want to talk it over with your missus," the principal
smiled. "How is Mrs. Turner, by the way? I did so much enjoy our
little chat during the open house. Pity you couldn't make it that
night, Colonel, we had a lovely time getting to know each other.
You're a lucky man! Perhaps she could come by my office tomorrow and
I'll speak with her about Mattie directly?"

"Grrrr..." was the last thing my dad said to me before we left, but I
think he was talking to Principal Jefferson Davis anyway.

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

"Mattie?" Mom knocked on my door that night and opened it slowly. "Are
you okay, dear?"

"No," I said into my pillow.

"I talked to your father and..."

"What did he say?" I asked, without looking at her.

"He growled a lot," she giggled. "He just needs some time to get used
to things."

"Did he tell you what happened?"

"He told me," she agreed. "Turn over now. Talk to me like a real
person."

"I didn't do anything with anybody in the bathroom," I told her,
rolling over on my bed and looking up at her.

"I know." Mom nodded.

"The principal was lying and..." I blinked at her, "...You know?"

"I talked with your principal this evening," she said. "He stopped by
the hospital. He's very concerned about you."

"But...He lied to Dad!"

"Well, of course he did!" Mom giggled. "You don't think he'd tell your
father that you gave him a blowjob, do you?"

"W-What?"

"Mr. Davis does have a very large penis, doesn't he?" Mom sighed. "I
don't blame you, Mattie. He explained how a lot white boys are drawn
to strong, handsome black men. I'm very proud of you."

"Y-You are? But..."

"And he's such a nice man too, understanding your needs the way he
does," she continued. "I know he's not gay or anything, but being an
educator like he is, Mr. Davis feels a certain responsibility for his
students. You should always remember that, dear, and be grateful you
have a principal who really cares."

"I do, but..."

"So don't you worry about being overcome with desire," she said with a
smile. "It's perfectly natural for a boy your age to lust after a hard
penis. Especially a black one!"

"It wasn't like that!" I said, feeling completely confused. I hadn't
been overcome by desire for the principal's huge dick, at least not at
first!

"And you'll make such a perfect daughter, Mattie!" Mom exclaimed with
a bright smile. "I've always thought you should have been born a girl!
Your father never believed me, but he does now."

"What?"

"Well, obviously you stole those clothes for a reason!" she said,
making it sound obvious. "And I think the principal's suggestion that
we let you explore your feelings and sexuality...and your father agrees
completely! I think.

"He does?" I wasn't really sure what we were talking about.

"He will," Mom nodded happily. "Once he sees you in the new dress I
bought for you..."

"You bought me a dress?" I blinked at her. "But Mom...I'm a boy!"

"I know," she shrugged. "And a very pretty one too, so don't be shy!
You'll make a wonderful girl too!"

"But..."

"I managed to get out of work a little early and I just barely made it
to the mall before it closed," she giggled, taking my hands and
practically shaking with excitement. "Come on! You can try everything
on in my room!"

"...Mom!"

"This will be so much fun!" she gushed happily, pulling me off my bed.

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

It wasn't until Thursday morning that I went back to school and I'll
admit I wasn't just a little nervous. I was terrified! Dave and the
other guys picked me up, as usual, and I felt a warm sense of relief
that the silent treatment thing was over anyway. If it hadn't been,
I'd have been taking the bus again, except I'm reasonably sure Mom
would have let me drive to school if I'd asked. As I walked out of the
house, I knew Mom would be watching through the windows, being over
protective like she was and I resisted the urge to look over my
shoulder.

"Oh shit!" Josh blinked at me, having gotten out of the passenger seat
to get in the back of Dave's Nova with Kyle. They really were best
friends and liked to sit together.

"Matt?" Kyle stared from the open door, leaning forward and smiling.
"You look...hot!"

"Do I?" I giggled just like I'd been practicing and kind of posed for
the three boys as Dave leaned out the driver's window to get a good
look as well.

"Jeeze!" the boy grinned, looking me up and down as I stood there in
my new clothes. Mom had bought some stuff Tuesday night, but we'd gone
to the mall on Wednesday too.

"Stacy's gonna freak out," Josh predicted. "What is that? Leather?"

"Is she?" I pouted, pressing my red lips together in a tiny frown,
ignoring his question about my red mini-skirt. It seemed awfully short
to me and I'd wondered aloud the afternoon before...

"You don't think it makes me look kind of...slutty?" I asked, turning my
hips in front of the mirror.

"I don't know," Mom narrowed her eyes and glanced at the young
salesgirl. "What do you think?"

"The slutty look is in this year," she offered with a bright smile.
"And it's so easy to accessorize too!"

"It is?" I smiled at her reflection in the mirror and her little name
tag said 'Swan' on it, which seemed like a cool name.

She had blue streaks in her shaggy blonde hair and a pierced nose with
an aquamarine stud through it, you know, really light blue like her
eyes. She even had a little tribal tattoo thing around her pierced
belly button, although she kept tugging her skinny t-shirt down and
probably the store had rules about looking to sexy. Anyway, I figured
she probably knew all about fashion and Swan didn't mind giving advice
either!

"Oh yeah!" she laughed lightly. "Leather is awesome and red is totally
your color!"

"It does look nice," Mom agreed. "But should she be showing off her
butt like that?"

"Well!" Swan rolled her eyes playfully. "See, what we do is pull it
way down, like this..."

We watched as the girl yanked the mini-skirt down my narrow hips, to
the point where the waistband of my white thong was plain as day. That
did help hide the bottom of my pert ass, but the top was definitely
showing then and I told her I didn't want to look like a plumber or
anything!

"Nobody is going to think you're a plumber!" Swan grinned at me. "See...
You can use one of the belts. Just put it around your waist and you
don't really buckle it tight, leave it loose. That way it looks cool
and it hides you in the back!"

"Ohhh..." Mom nodded and that black vinyl belt did look pretty cool. It
was really wide and kinda half-buckled in the front, so it looked like
I hadn't bother getting completely dressed or whatever. Like a casual
look, or something.

"Or if you like the white belts, they look awesome too!" Swan told us.
"Wear some white tights or even stockings maybe...With your legs...Wow!"

"Wow?" I giggled and I'd been sort of embarrassed just to be in the
store at first, but I'd sort of forgotten about it.

"What about on top?" Mom wondered. "Mattie isn't very well developed
and..."

"Oh, she's perfect!" Swan waved my mom's concerns away. "Big boobs are
so last year!"

"They are?" I pursed my lips and Mom didn't look to sure either.

"Everyone wants to be natural now and the whole less-is-more thing is
totally hip," the salesgirl told us with a nod. "Believe me, flat-
chested girls are really hot!"

"Okay," I shrugged, thinking there wasn't a girl in the world less
natural or more flat-chested than me! I mean, I wasn't even a girl!

"You just have to show off your nipples a little more," Swan told me,
giving the plain t-shirt I'd worn an open look. "I mean, I can't even
tell you have any! Are you wearing a bra?"

"Yeah," I admitted with m face reddening noticeably.

"She just started wearing a training bra," Mom told the girl and I
shot her an unhappy look. "What? It's nothing to be ashamed of,
Mattie."

"That's okay," Swan shrugged. "Are your nipples really puffy? Do they
get super tender? Mine used to drive me crazy!"

"Not yet," Mom answer for me as I found myself checking out Swan's
smallish, but rather nice tits. "Mattie's a late bloomer, I'm afraid.
But I think she'll have wonderful breasts when she grows up."

"Mom," I frowned and I felt really self-conscious then.

"Some girls are like that," Swan agreed with a giggle. "If you have
really great nipples though? You should definitely show them off."

"I should?" I almost smiled, just because the girl was so friendly.

"Oh yeah!" she wiggled her eyebrows and leaned close enough to whisper
in my ear. "Guys go crazy for puffy nipples, you know."

"They do?" I did smile then, just because I'd been a guy and I did
like big, fat nipples a lot! Or at least, I'd used to like them, I
thought with something like an inward frown.

"You're so cute anyway though," Swan sighed. "You'll be beating all
the boys off in no time!"

"Oh! She already does that!" Mom laughed, plainly getting the joke and
teasing me about it. She could be really weird sometimes.

"I bet!" Swan giggled too. "How long have you been a girl?"

"Uh!" I blinked at her, realizing she knew I was a boy and probably
had known all along.

"Since Tuesday afternoon," Mom answered for me.

"Tuesday? Really?" Swan showed me her long pink tongue. "Are you the
boy who stole that girl's clothes?"

"You heard about that?" I barely managed to whisper, really needing a
hole to hide in just then as my humiliation became unbearable.

"Shauna's my little sister," she sort of smirked. "Did her panties fit
okay?"

"Uhhh..." I looked down at my feet, feeling ready to cry.

"Mattie's going to return them tomorrow at school," Mom promised.
"With a sincere apology. Isn't that right, Mattie?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

"I'm just teasing you a little," Swan giggled at my discomfort. "And
Shauna understands, believe me! The things she used to do when she was
a boy..."

"Shauna's a boy?" I looked up quickly at that and the girl nodded.

"Used to be. Yeah. You didn't know?" she asked. "Shauna's been a girl
since she turned twelve and our dad caught him wearing my panties!"

"Is that right?" Mom laughed lightly and shared a smile with the
salesgirl.

"That night, Daddy threw all his boy clothes away and..." Swan shrugged,
"...the rest is history. She a total slut too! God! You're probably
lucky you didn't find a mess in her panties! She loves to jill off in
class."

"She does?" I swallowed hard, realizing that the cum I'd found in
Shauna's panties had been her own! Shauna had a dick!

"It's that rap music she listens too," she said with a roll of her
eyes. "I like Emo myself. Hey! You wanna go see Chemical Romance with
us this weekend? They're having a big party at the Needle, it's gonna
be crazy!"

"Oh, um..." I glanced at my mom and I wasn't even sure what a Chemical
Romance was!

"We'll see," Mom said and I didn't think she knew what the girl was
talking about either.

"You can talk to Shauna about it," Swan told me. "It'll be fun, I
promise! So, ummm...You wanna look at some tops to go with your skirt?"

And now, a day later, I wore that same red mini-skirt low on my hips
with the wide, white belt and matching white stockings. A pair of
black shoes and a black t-shirt with the Rolling Stones tongue thing
on the front that looked cool and funny at the same time. I had a
white purse and a black leather jacket, but only a thin one that Mom
thought looked really cute on me. A pair of garnet studs in my freshly
pierced ears, just because my birthday is in January, and a little
makeup to make my lips extra kissable and my blue eyes pop!

I looked like a total girl, except for my flat chest under the
training bra I had to wear. "Just to get used to wearing one, dear,"
Mom had said. And of course my sort of hard penis and freshly shaved
balls in my lacy white panties. Mom had insisted on teaching my how to
keep my little girlish boy parts clean and neat, with a lot of
soothing, scented baby oil afterwards and it actually felt kind of
nice. I had a new Swatch, a little white one, and a few silly rings
and bracelets, like costume jewelry for mall rats, but Mom had
insisted and so I sorta jingled when I walked.

"Stacy is gonna freak," Josh repeated and then he laughed.

"The whole school is gonna freak," Dave decided. "And we're gonna be
late. Let's go already!"

"Sit in the back with me," Kyle said, getting a look from Josh. "Where
did you get that outfit?"

"Saucy's!" I giggled as I climbed in to sit next to the boy. "You
really like it?"

"Yeah," Kyle nodded. "You look like a total girl."

"God!" I made a face. "I hope so! I'm scared to death!"

"Nah," Dave shook his head as he looked over his shoulder, supposedly
so he could back out of the driveway, but mostly he just looked at me.
"Everybody was talking about you yesterday."

"They were?" I bit my bottom lip, even though I wasn't supposed to
because it would probably spoil my lipstick. Being a girl was sorta
hard!

"Yeah," Kyle agreed. "All the guys were anyway. You looked pretty hot
in the library, Mattie."

"I felt like a clown!" I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Where were you yesterday anyway?" Josh wanted to know. "We came by
but nobody was home."

"Oh! We were at the hospital," I shrugged. "My dad had a stroke
thing."

"He did?" Kyle blinked at me.

"Is he okay?" Dave wondered.

"Oh yeah," I told them. "He's kinda paralyzed though and he can't
talk. He just sorta growls a lot."

"Huh!" Josh nodded.

"But he always growls anyway," I giggled and then frowned. "I guess
it's kinda my fault though."

"Why?" Kyle asked me, reaching for my shoulder and I let him pull me
close for a hug.

"Well, see...The other night, after Mom decided I was going to be a
girl, she dressed me up," I explained. "She got me a new bra and some
panties and this really cute dress! It's sort of pink. Anyway, so she
made me dress up and then put some makeup on me, you know, made me
pretty!"

"I know!" Josh chuckled as he'd turned around in the front seat.

"So, then I went downstairs to surprise my dad and...he just had a
stroke," I said. "As soon as he saw me, he sorta went white and then
he just sat there staring at me."

"Did he collapse or something?" Dave wondered and I shook my head.

"Nope! He just sat there, but like he was frozen," I said. "So I just
left, because probably he didn't like me being a girl and then Mom
figured out like an hour later that something was wrong."

"That sucks," Josh said and I nodded.

"Yeah," I sighed. "He's still in the hospital, but the Marines are
taking care of everything. They said he can probably come home in a
week or something."

"That'll be cool," Dave offered. "At least he's okay."

"Yeah," I smiled at our good fortune. "He just can't talk or move his
arms very much. He just kinda sits there."

"You guys should get him a big screen TV," Josh suggested. "Something
with High Definition and all that."

"Hmmm..." I sorta agreed. "Maybe. My dad never really liked watching TV
though. He was always busy killing people or whatever."

"Just get him a bunch of war movies," Kyle said. "Maybe he'd like
that."

"Yeah!" I smiled at him. "Maybe. I'll tell my mom."

It was nice to have my friends back and I enjoyed the ride to school a
lot, but I couldn't help being nervous. I'd never really been a girl
before and at first, like for the first fifteen minutes when Mom had
dressed me up, I didn't think I'd like it, but now...I felt pretty okay
with myself, actually. I just hoped Stacy would be okay with having a
little white faggot girlfriend. I mean, I knew she liked pretty white
boys just fine, but what about white girls? That was the big question
and I felt less frightened about what all the other kids at school put
together would say, than I did about one Stacy.

If she didn't like me anymore...I didn't know what I'd do!


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