:: Go and see Billy.
<<set $billy.went_to = true>>[[You]] tiptoe upstairs to the living room.  You notice [[Mr. Wegman]] is passed out on the couch so you sneak past him to Billy's room.

You knock softly on Billy's door.  "Billy?" you whisper.  "Hang on a minute," you hear from behind the door.  You hear rustling sounds which you take to be the sounds of Billy dressing.

Soon [[he|Billy]] opens the door in a pair of jeans and no shirt.  You notice for the first time how cute he is.  He's not a movie star or anything, but he's got a certain nerdy charm to him.  You've seen him with his shirt off before and you always knew he was better built than you ever were, but you're now struck by how much better.  You try to shut off those thoughts, though, telling yourself that it's just those damn hormones.

"What do you want?" Billy asks in a surly tone of voice.

"Billy," you say, "your stepfather raped me."

"Yeah, right," he says.  "That was some rape with you jerking yourself off and wriggling and moaning like a whore.  You know, I don't care that you're gay, but I can't believe you just fucked my disgusting stepfather!"

"Billy, please keep your voice down.  We don't want to wake him up," you say.  "I've got to get out of here and go back to the Andersons."

"Well, duh," Billy says, a bit quieter this time.  "I'm not going to let you stay around here and fuck him again.  Man, what if my mother caught you?  Did you even think of that?  He may be a scumbag, but it would still break her heart."

"I told you, Billy.  He raped me.  You've got to believe me," you insist.  All of a sudden, the events of the last few days are all just too much for you and you collapse to your knees, feeling like you're about to cry.

"Yeah," Billy says, "I'll bet you spend a lot of time on your knees now.  Don't think I didn't see his come all over your face."

You start to protest, but just start sobbing uncontrollably.  You can't believe you're about to lose your best friend over this.  You're ashamed of what a coward you've been.  What kind of a man just lets what happened to you happen to you?  Billy's right.  You're not only not a man; you're not even a woman.  No self-respecting woman would have let that disgusting brute use her like that without at least putting up a fight.  You could have bitten him.  You could have screamed.  You could have fought him.  You weep and your increasingly soft and feminine body is wracked with sobs.

"Aww, Parker," Billy says.  "Come on, stop crying.  Come inside."  He lifts you up and lays you down, still weeping, onto his bed.  You bury your face into his pillow as he closes the door and sits down next to you.  You can feel him awkwardly stroking your arm, trying to comfort you.  "I didn't mean that, Parker.  You're still my best friend.  I don't know what's going on with you, but I want to understand."

Through your tears, you choke out, "No, you're right, Billy.  I must be some kind of whore or something now.  I am such a coward.  All he had to do was threaten me a little and I just let him put his filthy cock in my mouth.  I should have screamed.  I should have hit him.  I should have bitten it off!"

"But he might have really hurt you," Billy says, stroking your hair.  He lifts your face up a little.  Without thinking, you pull yourself up and throw yourself against him, still crying uncontrollably.  He puts his arms around you which makes you feel secure and protected as you cry into his chest.  "It's all right, Parker.  What were you supposed to do?"

"Yeah, but then when he..."  You are interrupted by a large sob.  "...when he raped me, it started feeling good.  What kind of a person enjoys being raped?"

"Parker," Billy says.  "That's just a physical reaction.  I read somewhere that it's not uncommon for rape victims.  It doesn't mean you enjoyed it.  It doesn't mean you asked for it.  It sure doesn't mean it's your fault."  He starts caressing you as you continue crying.  Surprisingly, you find that his words and his arms around you are making you feel better.  Suddenly, he seems to come to a decision and stands up, letting you go.  "Man, I'm going to go out there and kill that son of a bitch."

"No!" you say.  "You can't do that!  He might hurt you!  Or you'll get arrested and go to jail!  You've got to bring me back to the Andersons!"

You see him hesitate and, now eye level with his crotch, notice for the first time his erection outlined in his jeans.  Ignoring it for now, you get off the bed and walk up to him.  "Please, Billy, just bring me back to the Andersons."

He nods.  "All right, let's go," he says.  The two of you head out to his car and begin the drive back to Rosestead.

[[Continue.|Back to the Andersons]]