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You sound different somehow," he says. <>Damn, you forgot how much higher your voice is now.<> "Yeah, I've been a little under the weather," you say, not wanting to explain all that now. "Hey," you say, "I don't want to talk about why I called right now, but could you come out to Rosestead and pick me up?" "Sure, dude. Where do you want to go and when should I be there?" he says. "Let's talk about where to go when you get here. Just come to the front drive as soon as you can and I'll meet you there. Don't try to come in to the house and, whatever you do, don't drink anything you get from Rosestead," you say. "Okay, now you're freaking me out a little, but you know I'll be there," Billy says. "Thanks a lot, man," you respond. "See you then." You hang up the phone. As quickly as you can, you change clothes, scrub off the makeup, and brush the curls out of your hair. You're also able to scrounge up some nail polish remover from the vanity in the next room to get the polish off your nails.<><><><> [[Go and meet Billy.]] :: Go and meet Billy. At five to eight, [[you|You]] walk out the front door and down the drive to where you're expecting Billy to pull up. You glance at your watch after fifteen minutes, a little nervous that he's so late. But shortly after, you see his car pull into the drive and park and you rush over and climb into the car. [[Billy]] says, "Hey, Parker, so what's the big idea?" You tell Billy the whole story<>, leaving out only the really embarrassing parts<>. He listens, mostly in silence, occasionally interjecting a clarifying question (and asking what Belinda looks like). All the while, he's looking you over and you can tell he's trying to figure out how much you've changed, but with the way you're dressed and the dark in the car, he probably can't tell much. When you're done, he says, "Well, that's quite a story. But I have to say you don't look that different to me. I mean, sure, your voice is higher and your hair is longer than I'd expect it to be by now, but that's about it. Could I have a look at your tits?" [[Sigh and let him look at your tits.]] [['No, you pervert!']] :: 'No, you pervert!' <>"No, you can't look at my tits! Geez, Billy!" [[you|You]] say. "Hey," he says defensively, "I didn't mean nothin' by it. You're not really a girl, you know. We've been friends for years. It's not like I've never seen you without your shirt on. I just want to see what you're talking about because, frankly, I find the whole story pretty unbelievable." [[All right, all right.|Sigh and let him look at your tits.]] [[No way!|Refuse Billy]] :: Refuse Billy <>"No way, [[Billy]]!" [[you|You]] say. "Look, just take my word for it, okay? Now what do you think I should do about this?" <> :: Sigh and let him look at your tits. <><>[[You]] sigh. It is a reasonable request, you suppose, to let him see some evidence for your story. You pull your sweatshirt off over your head and begin <>taking off your bra.<>unwinding your wrap.<> You're not sure you like [[Billy]]'s eager look as he watches you. Finally, you get it off and show your tits to him. He turns on the dome light so he can get a better look. "<>My God, they're huge!<><>Wow, I see what you're talking about!<>" Billy exclaims. "And with the light on, I can see what you mean about changes to your face and...the rest of your body. So what do they feel like?" "Who cares what they feel like!? I want to get rid of them!" you say. "Okay, okay!" Billy says. "I was just wondering! Things like this don't happen everyday, you know." "Well, I want you to focus. What do you think I should do about this?<> And put your tongue back in your mouth, please<>" you retort while you start putting your <>bra<>wrap<> back on. <> :: Billy in the Car "Well," he says, "we could get you out of here. Maybe if you left, you'd just go back to normal." "That's not what Mr. Anderson said. He said there's no known way of reversing the Process. I think he'd have mentioned that it would stop if I just left or stopped drinking the water or whatever," you say. "Well, why do you trust this Mr. Anderson guy? I mean, he's fucking your mother and he seems like a weirdo to me. If he knows how to get the Process started, why can't he change it back? Maybe he wants you to be a girl for some reason; have you ever thought of that? I just don't get why you seem to trust him," Billy says. You pause and consider. "I don't know. I just do. I get what you're saying, but I just don't think it's like that." "Well, that's what I think," Billy says. "I think you should get out of here." "Where would I go?" you ask. "Well, you could stay at my house, though I don't know if my stepfather would go for it," Billy says. "And if he did, I'm not sure you'd want to be around him like this." You consider for a bit; Billy's stepfather is awfully creepy. You introduced him to your mother once and the guy just never stopped staring at her. It seriously creeped you out. But now Billy's got you doubting Mr. Anderson too. [[Go with Billy.]] [[Thank Billy, but turn him down.]] :: Thank Billy, but turn him down. "Thanks, [[Billy]], but I think I'll take my chances here," [[you|You]] say. "You're right; I really don't trust your stepfather. Dude is creepy." "Yeah, I know," Billy says. "I have no idea why my mom married him. Of course, my dad wasn't a lot better. She sure can pick 'em." You suddenly feel a lot better. Billy hasn't been much help, but for some reason talking to him has relieved a lot of your anxieties. "Thanks for coming anyway, Billy. It's been great talking to you," you say. "Hey, any time, Parker," Billy says. "Just give me a call if you ever want me to come by again." You thank Billy and get out of the car and return to your room. [[Go to sleep.]] :: Go with Billy. "All right, I'll go with you," [[you|You]] say. "Okay," [[Billy]] says and starts the car. The two of you drive, mostly in silence, back to your home town. You pull up to Billy's house and he says, "I'll go in first and clear it with the folks." Billy goes into his house and you wait outside in the car. After about ten minutes or so, Billy comes back out, looking a bit upset. "Well, no go," he says. "I just tried to convince them that you just needed to stay the night, but they absolutely refused on a school night. My stepfather's such a jerk. I didn't tell them the truth, of course. I suppose we could try that, but if so, you're going to need to come in and prove it to them." Well, that doesn't sound like such a great idea to you. Perhaps you should just head back to the Andersons. [[Try telling them the truth.]] [[Head back to the Andersons.]] :: Head back to the Andersons. <>You look over at [[Mrs. Wegman]] and you can't figure out what she thinks. You drop your sweatshirt and say, "I'd really rather not." "Suit yourself," Mr. Wegman says, "but I'm just not buying it." <><>"Well, thank you anyway, [[Mr. Wegman]]," you say and you and Billy head back to his car. <>"Thanks, [[Billy]], but I think I'll take my chances back with the Andersons," [[you|You]] say. "You're right; I really don't trust your stepfather. Dude is creepy." "Yeah, I know," Billy says. "I have no idea why my mom married him. Of course, my dad wasn't a lot better. She sure can pick 'em." Billy starts the car to go back to Rosestead and, on the way, you suddenly feel a lot better. Billy hasn't been much help, but for some reason talking to him has relieved a lot of your anxieties. When you arrive back at the mansion, you say, "Thanks for coming anyway, Billy. It's been great talking to you." "Hey, any time, Parker," Billy says. "Just give me a call if you ever want me to come by again." You thank Billy, get out of the car, and return to your room. [[Go to sleep.]] :: Try telling them the truth. [[You]] sigh and get out of the car. "Let me go first again," [[Billy]] says and he walks into the house and comes out about ten minutes later. He motions to you and the two of you walk into his house and go to see his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wegman. [[Mr. Wegman]] is sitting in an undershirt on a La-Z-Boy watching TV and [[Mrs. Wegman]] is sitting on the couch. "So what's this nonsense about you turning into a girl?" Mr. Wegman demands. <>"I admit your face does look more like a girl's than it used to."<> You tell him your (much abbreviated) story while he stares at you, his eyes never leaving you. "Well, that all sounds like horseshit to me," he says. "Billy says you've got tits now. Let me see 'em." [[Show him your tits.]] [[Decline.|Don't Show Mr. Wegman]] :: Don't Show Mr. Wegman "I'd really rather not," [[you|You]] say. "Suit yourself," [[Mr. Wegman]] says, "but I'm just not buying it then."<> [[Show him your tits.]] [[Head back to the Andersons.]] :: Show him your tits. <><>[[You]] sigh. You suppose you should just get this over with. You lift up your sweatshirt and remove your <>bra<>wrap<>, revealing your tits to [[Mr. Wegman]]. He gives a low whistle. "All right," he says. "I suppose you can stay here tonight. I'm still not sure I'm buying your story, but there's definitely something weird going on. You can stay in the basement, at least until your mother gets back." You thank him and head down to their finished basement. They don't have a bed down there, but they do have a couch and a TV and [[Billy]] gets you a blanket and pillow. You and Billy watch a little TV when Billy says he's tired and is going to go to bed early. Billy says goodnight and goes upstairs. You decide you should probably get some sleep as well, so you strip down to your boxers and sweatshirt and try to go to sleep on the couch. The couch is lumpy and uncomfortable, but you eventually doze off. Not much later, you seem to dimly hear the door to the basement open, but you don't pay it much attention and you're back to dozing in very little time. "Parker," you hear someone whisper. Startled, you wake up and look at the door leading to the staircase. The light in the staircase is on and you can see Mr. Wegman standing there, obviously drunk. "Mr. Wegman?" you say. "Got to say that's some really nice perfume you're wearing, Parker. I haven't been able to get it out of my head since you came down here," Mr. Wegman says. "I'm not wearing any perfume, Mr. Wegman," you say. Mr. Wegman advances toward you. "Sure you are, Parker. You're obviously turning yourself into a girl somehow. Hormones or some such. I've heard about people like you." "It's not like that, Mr. Wegman, I told you," you say. "Yeah, yeah. Rosestead has some secret Process which I don't know about even though I've lived not twenty miles from Rosestead my whole life. That's got to be the stupidest story I ever heard." He keeps advancing toward you so you get off the couch to put a little more distance between you. "Mr. Wegman, I'd like to go to sleep now," you say, backing away from him, noticing for the first time just how much bigger he is than you. [[You don't want to get hurt. Placate him any way you can.]] [[Try to get away.]] :: You don't want to get hurt. Placate him any way you can. Suddenly, [[he|Mr. Wegman]] lunges at [[you|You]]. He catches you easily, pulling your body into his. "Mr. Wegman," you say, "you really don't want to..." He silences you by kissing you on the mouth. His breath stinks of alcohol and his lips and tongue don't taste very pleasant either. You can feel his erection pushing up against your stomach. You struggle free of his kiss and say, "Mr. Wegman, please..." He claps his hand over your mouth with one hand while he mauls your tits through your sweatshirt with the other. "Yeah, I know." He raises his voice in an imitation of your own. "'Mr. Wegman, please let me suck your cock.' You sissy faggots are all alike, desperate for a real man to fuck you. Well, you're going to get more dick than you know what to do with." Oh God, you think. He's going to rape you. By this point, he's gotten your sweatshirt over your head and begins biting your nipples roughly, transferring his hand over your mouth to outside your sweatshirt, but still effectively silencing you. You can feel your nipples react to the stimulation by hardening. You curse your body's physiological reactions, but you don't think he even notices. You're still feebly struggling against him, but you're pretty sure he doesn't notice that either. He pulls your sweatshirt all the way off and pushes you down onto the couch, again efficiently switching his grip on your mouth so you don't have the opportunity to make any noise. "All right," he says. "I'm going to stop covering your pretty little mouth now. If you scream, I'll knock your teeth out. You understand?" You nod in terror. He releases you and efficiently strips you of your boxers. He points and laughs at your limp dick. "No wonder you decided to turn yourself into a girl. You were pretty close to one already, weren't you? Still, aside from that, you look pretty good. Soft and curvy. You're going to do a good job sucking my dick and then I'm gonna fuck you. Got it?" [[Nod.|Raped by Mr. Wegman]] [[Scream and try to get away.]] :: Scream and try to get away. <><> :: Raped by Mr. Wegman [[You]] nod dumbly, now resigned to your fate. <>His won't be the first cock you've sucked<> or even the first <>thing <>you've taken up the ass<>. <><>His won't be the first <>cock<>thing<> that's gone up your ass. <><>You watch in loathing as [[he|Mr. Wegman]] unfastens his trousers and pulls them off. He continues with his boxers, exposing his erection. It's bigger than yours was, but nowhere close to the size of Sean's. You watch in horrified fascination as he brings it closer and closer to your mouth until his cock head is resting against your lips. <>You can't quite bring yourself to open your mouth and become a cocksucker. "Open up, faggot," Mr. Wegman commands. You hesitate until he slaps you hard across the face. "I said open up." You part your lips and find yourself with a mouthful of his penis.<>You open your mouth obediently and he slowly pushes his penis into your mouth.<> He pushes it in as quickly as he can, making you audibly gag. "That's right, you sissy. Choke on it!" Mr. Wegman says. You try to do as little as possible, but he grabs hunks of your hair on the side of your head and moves you up and down on his dick. You consider biting him, but you're much too afraid of what he will do to you if you did, so you reluctantly let him fuck your mouth with his rod. You feel deeply ashamed and humiliated at your cowardice, allowing this dirty old man to use you like a blow-up doll. Maybe you're not much of a man after all. After about five minutes of gagging and choking on his man-meat, he pulls it out and strokes himself, pointing his weapon at your face. You close your eyes and scrunch up your face as you feel his hot, sticky semen splatter onto your face. You're thankful you closed your eyes when you feel a jet hit your eyelid and drip onto your eyelashes. "That's right, cunt face," he says. "Take my load like a good cocksucker." You start to wipe his semen off your face, but he slaps your hand away. "None of that," he says. "I want you to wear it until I'm done with you." You look up at him through your left eye, finding it too difficult to open your right with your come covered eyelash. Well, at least now that he's come, he might let you go. No such luck though, as he roughly turns you over and positions you on the couch on your hands and knees. <>You wince at the thought of his penis violating your virgin asshole. Well, you think, I guess I'm going to find out what it feels like to be fucked.<>In a way, you think, this will be easier. You've had bigger up your ass and at least you don't have to taste it any more.<> He pulls your asscheeks apart and spits on your anus a couple of times. He then positions his cock and roughly penetrates you, lubricated by the saliva you've both produced. <>You give a small cry from the agony. He feels absolutely huge as he violates your virgin anus. "You're pretty tight for a faggot. I must be bigger than your usual boyfriends, huh?" he says. "Billy doesn't have a lot downstairs or something?"<>Even with the experience you've had, you're still not used to getting assfucked. His dick opens you up like a battering ram and you give a long, low groan as he enters you. "Well," he says, "at least you're not sloppy yet, but I'm betting Billy gave you a good fucking earlier today, didn't he?"<> You don't answer, too absorbed in the painful stretching that's going on back there and he slaps your ass. "Enjoying it too much to answer me, slut?" he says crudely and begins jackhammering your ass. He gives you a good hard fucking<>, though nothing like you got from Sean,<> and after about five minutes of it, you're horrified to discover your penis hardening. Oh great, you think, hoping he doesn't notice. You might drop dead from shame if this dirty old man thought you were enjoying his raping you. You bury your face in the cushions of the sofa, in the hopes this will muffle any embarrassing moans you might make and try to ignore the pounding of your rectum. Unfortunately, he pulls your torso up so he can bite your neck, avoiding the parts which are still painted with his come, while he slowly fucks you. This has the effect of sinking his entire length into you and you groan involuntarily. He looks down, sees your erect dick, and chuckles. "Yeah, I thought a sissy like you would like a nice big cock like mine. Go ahead and stroke yourself off. Shoot all over those pretty tits of yours while a real man fucks you." You have no intention of obeying him, but he takes your right wrist in his hand and moves your hand down to your dick. Given both your fear of him and how good the stimulation feels, you succumb to stroking yourself after he pushes you back down and resumes fucking you. You screw your eyes shut and strive to think about something other than the filthy man raping you. You try to keep quiet through your ordeal, but some rather girlish moans escape your lips due to the pleasure now radiating through your body from the combined pressure on your penis and your prostate. It doesn't take you long to spurt all over your chest and belly. Weakened, you collapse onto the couch while Mr. Wegman continues to violate your asshole. You open your left eye and your attention is immediately drawn to a silhouette in the doorway to the stairs. You make eye contact and realize it's Billy! You panic when you realize how he's seeing you - on your hands and knees with come painting your face and his stepfather behind you, fiercely rogering your ass. Did he see you jerk off and come all over yourself? Does he think you're doing this voluntarily? You want to cry out to him that you're being raped, but all that escapes your lips is a low moan as Mr. Wegman hits a particularly sensitive spot and you bury your face in the couch in shame. When you look back up, Billy's gone. Mr. Wegman, who seems not to have seen Billy, starts grunting and you can tell he's shooting his sperm into your bowels. The pain and humiliation of being raped causes you to collapse onto the couch, sobbing. He pulls out of your ass and you can hear him putting his clothes on behind you. When he's leaving, he picks up your face by the chin and looks you in the eye. You look up at him blurrily through your tear-stained eyes and semen-encrusted eyelashes. He presents his cock to you through his fly. "Lick your slime off of me," he commands. You turn away, but he boxes your ear so hard that your head starts ringing. "That wasn't a request," he says. Disgusted, you take his cock into your mouth and try to ignore the taste of your ass, his semen, and God knows what else. When he's satisfied, he pulls out and zips himself up. "I got to admit. For a faggot, you're one hot slut," he says. Adding one final humiliation, he spits in your face and then leaves.<><><><><><><> [[Get cleaned up.]] :: Get cleaned up. As soon as he leaves, [[you|You]] rush to the bathroom and take a couple of dry heaves. You find some mouthwash in the cabinet and wash your mouth out. Feeling filthy, you turn on the shower to wash his semen and saliva off your face and scrub your ass clean and wash your own semen off of your chest and belly. You feel violated and used, but at least <>you don't seem to be bleeding or anything<>he didn't hurt you much<>. When you're done, you think about what you should do next. You think maybe you should go and tell Billy his stepfather raped you, but you know that might mean a heap of trouble for Mr. Wegman and yourself. You don't know what Billy's reaction to you is going to be if you //don't// go to see him, but you wonder if it might not be for the best to not make any trouble for Billy and his stepfather. [[Go and see Billy.]] [[Go back to sleep.]] :: Go and see Billy. <>[[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]] :: Back to the Andersons [[You]] sit in silence, trying to process the events of the night. You know you should probably be traumatized by being raped by Mr. Wegman, but all you can really seem to remember is how good your orgasm felt. Most of all, though, your thoughts keep turning to the obvious erection in [[Billy]]'s jeans. You sneak a glance and it's harder to tell now, but you're pretty sure it's still there. "Billy?" you say. "Yeah?" "Do you have a hard-on?" He pauses. "Yeah," he finally replies. "Because of me?" you ask. "Aw, hell, I don't know, Parker. Yeah, I guess. You look and smell really good now, you know. I can't help it. It must be those pheromones or whatever they are," he says. "I've been horny as hell ever since you first got in the car. I don't know if I'm turning gay or what." You're not sure you want to know the answer, but you can't help but ask it. "Did it excite you when you saw your stepfather raping me?" "Aw, Parker, I didn't know he was raping you. At the time, you sure looked like you wanted it," he says. "But it got you excited watching your stepfather fucking me?" He pauses again. "Well, yeah. I'm sorry, Parker, but you just looked really hot like that." You lapse into silence as you process all this. [[It excites you.]] [[It annoys you.]] :: Go back to sleep. <>[[You]] decide there's nothing you can do about any of this tonight. Feeling disgusted and dirty, you head back to the couch and try to go back to sleep. All the events of the night keep running through your head and you have great difficulty falling asleep. You can't have been asleep for long when you're shaken awake. You jump, thinking it might be Mr. Wegman again, but when you look up, you see that it's [[Billy]]. "Billy!" you say. He shushes you. "Come on, we've got to get you back to the Andersons," he says gruffly. "My stepfather's passed out on the couch." "Oh, thank God," you say. The two of you get up and head out to his car. [[Continue.|Back to the Andersons (1)]] :: Back to the Andersons (1) Not surprisingly, [[you|You]] get a strange vibe off of [[Billy]]. Considering what he saw you doing, or at least what was being done to you, you're not surprised that he's a bit peeved. The two of you sit for a while in silence while Billy drives until you can't take it any more. "Are you mad at me?" you ask. "Hell yes, I'm mad at you! You just fucked my stepfather in my own house! You're my best friend; what the fuck were you thinking!? What if my mother had walked in on that!?" Billy says, with fury spilling out of him. His reaction takes you aback. Billy has always been fairly mild-mannered and you can't remember ever fighting with him before. For a bit, you're at a loss how you should respond. "Well!?" he says. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" [[Tell him you were raped.]] [[Beg for his forgiveness.]] :: Tell him you were raped. <>"[[Billy]]," [[you|You]] say as calmly as you can, "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!" "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 burst into tears. Billy pulls the car over to the side of the deserted country road and sits there for a while, still fuming, while you sob 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." He reaches over and awkwardly pats you on the arm. "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. "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 softly caressing you as you continue crying and even puts his arms around you rather awkwardly since you're still in the car. Surprisingly, you find that his words and his arms around you are making you feel better. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Parker," he says. "I do believe you." You cry for a bit longer and he just holds you while you do. When you're done, he says, "All right, let's get you back to the Andersons." He starts back up the car and drives you home. You feel better by the time you arrive. When you get there, Billy says, "You know, Parker, if you trust the Andersons, maybe we should talk to them about what my stepfather did to you tonight. He really should be punished." You consider this and agree that this sounds like a good idea. "All right," you say. "Will you go in with me?" "You couldn't stop me," he responds. [[Continue.|Go see the Andersons.]] :: Beg for his forgiveness. [[You]] consider telling [[Billy]] that Mr. Wegman raped you, but your mind is in a turmoil. Would he believe you, given what he saw? Did he see how much you got off on it? You are consumed with guilt and shame and it paralyzes you. While you're thinking about what to say, you burst into tears and words just start tumbling out of your mouth. "I'm so sorry, Billy," you say. "I can't believe I let him do all that to me. I guess I'm just a whore now or something." Billy pulls the car over and turns to you. He shouts, "You're telling me! What kind of a whore fucks his best friend's stepfather while his best friend and his mother are sleeping right upstairs!? What the fuck were you thinking!? My God, Parker...." Hot tears flow down your face while you sob, brutalized by his onslaught. "I'm so sorry, Billy. I wish you could forgive me, but I don't blame you if you hate me." You weep uncontrollably. "Awww, Parker, don't cry," Billy says. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I don't know what's going on with you, but I know you didn't mean to hurt anybody." He strokes your arm awkwardly. His touch on your arm sets something off in you and you suddenly have an intense craving for comforting physical contact. Without thinking, you get out of the car seat and throw yourself across the front seat into his chest, burying your head on his shoulder. Surprised, he catches you awkwardly, but you get what you were looking for when he wraps his arms around you, giving you the physical contact you had craved. You cry into his shoulder as he strokes your back soothingly. Your position in the car seat is awfully awkward and uncomfortable and you shift around a bit as you cry. While moving, your hand comes to rest on his crotch where you feel what is obviously a sizable erection. You are shocked by it and pull your hand away quickly. "Oh, I'm sorry," you babble. "That was an accident." "Don't worry about it, Parker," Billy says. "I wouldn't have minded if it wasn't." You're still crying, but that gets your attention. You wonder if you heard him correctly. [[Put your hand back on his crotch.]] [[This is getting weird. Pull away from him.]] :: This is getting weird. Pull away from him. <>Put off, [[you|You]] pull away from him and sit back down in your seat. [[Billy]] seems surprised and says, "You know, I didn't mean anything by that, Parker." You pull yourself together and say, "It's okay. Don't worry about it." Billy says, "All right. Let's get you back to the Andersons." He starts up the car and the two of you drive home in silence. When you get back to the mansion, you get out of the car, awkwardly say goodbye to Billy, and head back to your room. [[Go to sleep.]] :: Put your hand back on his crotch. <><><><><>[[You]]'ve always loved [[Billy]]. He'd always been there for you, completely reliable, talking you out of your depressions or distracting you with the hobbies you both found enjoyable. You'd never have made it through the loss of your father without him, especially when your mother had stopped being of much help. Obviously you'd never considered him like //that// before, but then you weren't turning into a girl before. Tentatively, [[you|You]] put your hand back into [[Billy]]'s crotch. You're not sure why. Obviously the hormones are playing a role, but you also are dimly thinking of how you can possibly make it up to him and get him to forgive you. You want your best friend back and, if you have to jerk him off, then so be it. Billy moans and rubs himself up and down against your hand. He buries his face in your hair and starts lightly kissing the back of your neck. After about thirty seconds of this, he gently pulls your head up and you look up at him through tear-stained eyes. His lips open and he bends his head down to kiss you. Unthinkingly, you part your own lips and accept the kiss. It starts out soft and gentle and you actually quite enjoy it, when you put out of your mind the weirdness of kissing your best friend. Shortly though, he's rubbing against your hand with more urgency and he's kissing you much more aggressively. You find his tongue entering your mouth. Swept up by how good he feels and smells, you eagerly accept and the two of you are soon tongue-wrestling. You are surprised to discover yourself moaning. Billy moves your hand away from his crotch and he hurriedly unzips his jeans and pulls down both his jeans and his briefs. He takes your hand and replaces it on his penis. You wrap your hand around it, slowly stroking it. He's not huge, but he's bigger than you ever were, for certain. You're surprised at how hot and powerful it seems to you. "Oh God, Parker," Billy says, "that feels really good. It would feel better if you suck it." [[Suck Billy's cock.]] [[Just give him a handjob.]] :: Just give him a handjob. <><>Remembering the unpleasantness of being forced to suck Mr. Wegman's dick, you shudder at the memory. "Do you mind if I just jerk you off?" [[you|You]] say. "At least tonight anyway." "Sure, Parker," [[Billy]] says. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do." Hoping to keep him a bit excited, you put your head into his lap so you can watch your hand move up and down on his penis. You notice how long your nails have gotten as well as how feminine your hand looks, stroking up and down on Billy's love muscle. You stare in fascination at the proud length of his cock from the mushroom head down the veiny shaft to his wrinkled scrotum. Billy groans above you as you slowly masturbate him. You take this as a cue to speed up a bit and stare at your soft delicate hand furiously pumping his shaft. In fact, it looks and smells so good that you rather regret not agreeing to go down on him. When his groans get louder and his cock starts spasmodically twitching in your hand, you realize he's going to come and quickly grab a tissue with your other hand to catch it with. You're a little late and his first spurt catches you by surprise, flying up into the air with startling power and some of it lands in your hair. "God," you think, "why do boys have to be so messy?" You only vaguely notice that you've momentarily forgotten you're a boy too. You manage to catch the rest in your tissue and then you return to your side of the car to clean up your hair. When you're done, you look over at Billy. He opens his eyes and grins at you. "Thanks, Parker," he says. "That was great." He pulls you over and gives you a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. "All right, let's get you back to the Anderson." The two of you drive back to the mansion. You kiss Billy good night and go up to your room. [[Go to sleep.]] :: Suck Billy's cock. <><><><>[[You]] really want to make it up to [[Billy]]. If you could suck Mr. Wegman's cock, you can certainly suck Billy's. You slide down his body and place your head in his lap so you're looking right at his dick. You lick your lips, take a deep breath, and push your mouth down on his cock. Especially compared to Mr. Wegman's, you find the taste and smell to be very arousing. You eagerly swallow as much as you can, enjoying the whole process of bobbing your head up and down on Billy's hot, masculine power. This is what I was born to do, you think wildly to yourself. You try to reject the thought, but it keeps returning unbidden to your mind as you submissively suck your best friend's cock. Billy startles you by grabbing your head and thrusting in and out of your mouth urgently. The feel of his strong hands guiding your head excites you even more. Soon, Billy starts grunting and you know if you keep it up, he's going to come in your mouth. [[Make him come.]] [[Ask him to fuck you.]] :: Make him come. [[You]] speed up and soon find your mouth filled with Billy's hot, salty fluid. [[Swallow it.]] [[Discreetly spit it out into a tissue.]] :: Ask him to fuck you. [[You]] pull your head off [[Billy]]'s dick, causing him to groan in frustration. You look up at him and smile as seductively as you can manage. "Would you like to, you know..." you say. "What?" he says, a little snappishly, apparently annoyed that you stopped right when he was about to come. "You know, fuck me?" you ask. "But you don't...oh," he says. "You mean you want me to fuck you up the ass like my stepfather did?" You blush. "Well...yeah. You know, if you want to," you respond. "Feeling guilty for fucking my stepfather and want to make it up to me? Or are you just a slut?" he asks. [[I want to make it up to you.]] [[I guess I'm just a slut.]] :: I want to make it up to you. His tone almost starts [[you|You]] crying again. "I just want to make it up to you, [[Billy]]. I'm really sorry." He strokes your hair and pulls you up for a kiss. "It's all right, Parker. I'm still a bit mad, but I'll get over it. If you really want me to fuck you, I will." You nod your head. "I really do, Billy," you say. <> :: I guess I'm just a slut. <>[[You]] almost burst into tears at his tone and you do cry a little softly to yourself. "I guess I'm just a slut, [[Billy]], but I want to be your slut, not your stepfather's," you say. You see a flash of excitement in his eyes and his cock twitches in your hand. Well, //that// seems to have had an effect. <> :: Fucked by Billy <><><><>"All right," [[he|Billy]] says, tucking himself back into his pants. "Get out of the car." You get out of the car and are glad the two of you parked on this road in the middle of nowhere. Billy gets out of the car on his side and walks around to you. <>You walk around the front of the car to meet him and he surprises you by grabbing you and bending you over the hood of his car. You gasp when he yanks your sweatpants and boxers down to your ankles, exposing your ass to him. You hold your legs together with your penis completely in front of them to help him think of you as a girl.<>He takes you into his arms and gives you a long, deep kiss before gently propelling you so you're bent over the hood of the car. You gasp as he pulls your sweatpants and boxers down to your ankles, exposing your ass to him. You hold your legs together with your penis completely in front of them to help him think of you as a girl. He plants a kiss on each of your buttocks.<> "You've got a great ass already, Parker," Billy says. <>"Very fuckable as I'm sure a lot of guys already know." You groan in humiliation, but don't correct him.<> He places the head of his cock against your anus, but his inexperience quickly becomes obvious as he has some difficulty getting it lined up. <>You reach behind you and spread your ass for him, very embarrassed by how you must look to him now. "God, Parker, you really are a slut," Billy says. Your face burns with humiliation. "I love it," he continues. This perks you up. He's excited thinking of you as a slut! This makes up your mind. This is how you can expiate yourself of the guilt you feel for fucking his stepfather. You're determined to be the best slut you can possibly be for him. You sway your hips from side to side. "Come on, Billy," you say. "Fuck me with your big cock. Stick it in me and fuck me hard until you come." With you holding your ass open for him, he's able to get it lined up and sinks his length into you. You give a girlish squeal of delight. It feels so right to have Billy's dick up your butt. "Oh God, Billy," you moan. "That feels so good. Fuck your slut hard, Billy. God, you're huge! Mmm. Faster!" You feel like you may be laying it on a bit thick, but Billy doesn't seem to think so. He reacts to your encouragement by fucking you hard and fast and the sensations are amazing. You're pretty sure you can feel him coming inside you, but he doesn't even alter his pace, continuing to grip your hips and fuck you furiously. You keep trying to encourage him with a stream of dirty talk. "I'm going to be a girl for you, Billy. I'll suck you off whenever you want. And you can fuck my pussy or my ass whenever you want. I'm going to be such a horny little slut for you. A better fuck than Anita ever was." "Parker," Billy says. "You're already a better fuck than Anita ever was. You're better at sucking dick too." Just yesterday you would have been insulted by this. Now you glow with pride and immediately orgasm onto the hood of his car, screaming in ecstasy. He keeps thrusting into you through your orgasm and you tighten your ass on his dick. "Does that feel good?" you ask. "Oh yeah, keep doing that, you little slut," Billy says. You keep doing it and he finally pushes into you and collapses onto your back while he sprays his sperm inside you. "Oh God, Parker, that was incredible." The sweat of his chest mingles with the sweat on your back and you feel gloriously well-fucked. You just keep squeezing him until he flops out. You can feel his sperm start running down your thighs, giving you a warm, slutty feeling. "God, Billy, you really filled me up," you say. "Yeah," he says. "I came a couple of times." You don't want to remind him that you're not actually a girl so you pull your sweatpants and boxers back up and wipe your come off of his car with your sweatshirt before you turn around. You immediately regret this as your boxers get damp immediately. You turn around to see that Billy still has his pants around his knees. Determined to keep acting as a slut for him, you drop to your knees so your face is right in front of his softening penis. You plant a kiss on the head of his penis, licking some sperm off of it in the process and murmur "thank you" to it, loudly enough so that you hope Billy can just barely make it out. Then you pull his jeans and boxers up and buckle and zip him back up. Billy pulls you to your feet and kisses you firmly. "Do you forgive me, Billy?" you ask. "Of course I do, Parker. I couldn't have stayed mad at you no matter what, you know. You're my best friend. But I'm definitely not complaining about how you decided to make it up to me," he says.<>You reach behind you to guide his dick into your ass. He pops the head in, but you're able to use your hand to control how fast he is able to penetrate you and you take full advantage to ease him into your ass. Once he's in, he gently starts thrusting and you pull your hand back onto the hood of the car to steady yourself. It doesn't take long before it starts feeling great. The fullness inside you makes you feel very feminine and you idly wonder why you didn't ask him to fuck you years ago. He's very excited and it doesn't take him too many thrusts before he's fucking you with greater urgency and obviously about to come very quickly. He buries his length inside you with a groan and starts spasming. This sets off your own orgasm and you shoot off onto the hood of his car, accompanied by some very girlish squeals. You don't want to remind him that you're not actually a girl so you pull your sweatpants and boxers back up before you turn around and wipe your come off of his car with your sweatshirt. When you turn around, he's already pulled his pants back up and he kisses you firmly. "That was great, Parker! Thanks a lot!" he says. You kiss him back with some enthusiasm.<> The two of you get back into the car and Billy drives you back to the mansion. You kiss him good night and go back to your room. Now that you're out of the heat of the moment, you think about what you said to Billy. [[You want to become a girl for Billy.]] [[You liked letting him fuck you, but you still want to stay a boy.]] :: You want to become a girl for Billy. <><>[[You]] decide you do want to become a girl for Billy. You've always loved Billy and you make up your mind to become the perfect girl for him. With that decision made, you decide to turn in. [[Go to sleep.]] :: You liked letting him fuck you, but you still want to stay a boy. <><><><><>[[You]]'re still rather attached to your penis, both literally and figuratively. As much as you love Billy and want him to fuck you over and over again, you still think you'd rather stay a boy. With that decision made, you decide to turn in. [[Go to sleep.]] :: Try to get away. <>[[You]] scream and [[Mr. Wegman]] jumps forward. You duck out of his way<>Suddenly, [[he|Mr. Wegman]] lunges at you. [[You]] scream as loudly as you can and duck out of his way<> so he stumbles and crashes into an end table, knocking down a lamp. Seizing your chance, you grab the lamp and hit him as hard as you can on the head with it. While he's cursing, you dash for the staircase. When you reach the top of the stairs, [[Billy]] is there in his underwear with a baseball bat. "Parker, what the hell?<> Why are you naked?<>" Billy says<>, his eyes fixed on your tits<>. "Your stepfather attacked me," you say. "I've got to get out of here." Billy whispers, "Head down Park Street and take a right on Elm. <>There's some hedges right in front of that old abandoned house you can hide behind.<>Keep going straight down Elm.<> I don't have my car keys, but I'll hold him off until I can get them and then I'll come and find you." Right then, [[Mrs. Wegman]] comes down the stairs in her nightgown. "What's going...?" You don't hear what she's saying as you're already out the door. You run down Park Street as fast as you can and take a right on Elm. <>Embarrassed by your nudity, you are grateful nobody can see you. You find the hedge Billy was talking about and hide yourself. You hide for what seems like half an hour or so before you see Billy's car pull up with Billy inside.<>Winded by this point, you slow to a fast walk and keep walking in your boxers and sweatshirt. Elm is a long street, which is probably why Billy picked it, so you're able to walk about four miles down the road before a car honks at you, making you jump. Man, I'm nervous, you think. You look behind you and sure enough you see Billy's car with Billy inside it.<> He seems to have been able to get dressed and <>you run up to the car and jump in.<>he pulls beside you to let you in.<> On the passenger seat are your clothes. "So what happened?" you ask as you put your clothes back on. "I think he passed out. The motherfucker. After waiting for a bit, I went down there and he was just lying on the floor. I looked him over and he was bleeding a little, but seemed fine. I don't think you knocked him out or anything. I think he was just too drunk to stand up again and passed out," Billy says. "You want to go to the cops?" You consider it. "No, just take me back to Rosestead." Billy starts the car and starts driving. You continue, "They probably couldn't charge him with much. Plus, it's not entirely his fault. It's these damn pheromones." Billy says, "That's no fuckin' excuse! I've been closer to you for much longer than he was and I haven't tried to attack you! And I've been horny as hell!" He stops and looks embarrassed. "Not for you, of course, Parker. You're my best friend and I know you're not like that and there's Emily and all." "Well, I hope you jerked off before bed," you joke. You and Billy are close enough that you frequently discuss masturbation. "Oh yeah! Sure did!" Billy says and then stops and looks embarrassed. This strikes you as odd since Billy has never been embarrassed about discussing masturbation with you before and then it hits you. "You weren't thinking about me, were you!?" you ask incredulously. "Hey, give me a break, man! You have no idea how good you look now! And I don't know what perfume you're wearing, but you smell incredible too! <>And your tits <>were<>are<> amazing! <>You're starting to make me think I'm turning gay or something." You can't quite process that your best friend is fantasizing about you. What with the hormones and the incident with Mr. Wegman, your feelings are all jumbled up and confused. You try to think through how it makes you feel as Billy brings you back to Rosestead. [[It excites you.]] [[It annoys you.]] :: It annoys you. <><>[[You]] don't really blame [[Billy]], of course. The damn Process is infecting your entire life. It's just not fair! You were perfectly happy as a boy. Well, mostly happy. Well, sometimes happy, anyway. And now the Process is just screwing it all up. <>When you arrive at the Andersons, Billy says, "You know, Parker, if you trust the Andersons, we should really go in and tell them about what my stepfather did to you. He needs to be punished." You consider this and agree that this sounds like a good idea. "All right," you say. "Will you come with me?" "Sure," he responds. [[Continue.|Go see the Andersons.]]<>You fume silently until you arrive at the Andersons. You thank Billy for his help, wish him good night, and enter the mansion. [[Go to sleep.]]<> :: Go see the Andersons. The two of you walk into the mansion. You are surprised to see [[Mr. Anderson]] and [[Mrs. Anderson]] walk into the foyer to greet you. "Parker," Mr. Anderson says. "Glad you made it back. We were worried that you hadn't come home yet. I understand that I am not your father and I don't mind your being out this late, though I'd prefer you didn't on a school night. I do ask that if you're going to be out this late, please let us know in advance. Now that that's been said, please introduce us to your friend." "Um, this is [[Billy]]," [[you|You]] say. "Billy, this is Mr. and Mrs. Anderson." "I'm very pleased to meet you, ma'am," Billy says to Mrs. Anderson. She presents her hand to him palm down and Billy doesn't miss a beat in taking it and kissing it. "I'm very pleased to meet you, sir," he says to Mr. Anderson, shaking his hand. Mr. Anderson looks approvingly at him and Mrs. Anderson says, "Oh, Parker. I think I like your friend already." "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson," Billy says. "Parker and I have something serious to discuss with you, if you don't mind. Could we go somewhere private to talk?" "Certainly," Mrs. Anderson says and ushers you into the sitting room. She rings a bell and [[a maid|Wendy]] comes in, dropping a curtsey. "Wendy, could you get Parker and her friend some refreshments?" Wendy comes back with some tea and the two of you drink it. You take a deep breath and tell the story of how Mr. Wegman raped you. You leave out some of the details (like your orgasm) and Billy corroborates what he can. You can't stop looking at Mr. Anderson for his reaction, but his expression is grim throughout and rarely changes, though his eyes seem to grow harder and colder. When you're done, Mr. Anderson says, "Well, Parker, you did the right thing coming to us. What would you like, Parker? We could call the police and have him arrested." "Would that mean a trial and all that?" you say. You're not at all sure you want to testify to what happened. "It would, but we don't have to do that if you don't want to," Mr. Anderson says. You're relieved. "I'd really prefer not to." "Quite understandable," Mr. Anderson says. "Why don't the two of you go out to the foyer and say good night? Then, Parker, you should head up to bed and, Billy, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to you privately when you're done." "Yes, sir," Billy says. The two of you go out to the foyer. "Good night, Billy," you say. "Good night, Parker," he says. <>Then he takes you in his arms and gives you a long, firm kiss before letting you go. <>"Sleep well." You walk to your room, wondering what Mr. Anderson and Billy are talking about.<><> As you stand outside the door thinking about this, you can't help but also think about the blowjob you just gave Billy and what that means. [[Accept your femininity.]] [[That was a one time thing.]]<> [[Go to sleep.]]<> :: It excites you. <><><>[[You]]'ve always loved [[Billy]]. He'd always been there for you, completely reliable, talking you out of your depressions or distracting you with the hobbies you both found enjoyable. You'd never have made it through the loss of your father without him, especially when your mother had stopped being of much help. Obviously you'd never considered him like //that// before, but then you weren't turning into a girl before. <>You think about how he looked in his bedroom, shirtless and ready to confront his stepfather for you. You're sure it's the hormones talking, but remembering the front of his jeans is starting to get you worked up as well.<>You look over at him, in his glasses, driving the car, and notice for the first time just how cute he is. Sure, he's not a movie star, but he's certainly got a sort of nerdy charm to him. Then you remember him in his tighty-whitey briefs with a baseball bat, all ready to protect you from whatever had made you scream, and for some reason that just makes you melt and you have a sudden urge to curl up against him with his arm around you, so you can feel safe and protected. And, while you're sure it's the hormones talking, remembering the front of his briefs is starting to get you worked up as well.<> You're still coming to a decision on what you should do about all this when Billy pulls into the Andersons' driveway. "Well, here we are," Billy says. "I'm really sorry about what happened tonight with my fucking stepfather. I'm still not comfortable about you going back in that place, you know, but I can't say I have any better options for you. I do want you to promise to call me if anything funny happens." You make your decision on the spur of the moment and grab his head so you can pull him in for a kiss. He's startled and resists for a fraction of a second before aggressively taking charge of the kiss himself. [[Well, might as well do this.]] [[I don't want to go that far. Maybe something else will work.]] :: I don't want to go that far. Maybe something else will work. <><>After about five minutes of wrestling [[Billy]]'s tongue with your own and getting more and more turned on, [[you|You]] pull away. "I really want to thank you, Billy, for all you've done. I can't say how much I appreciate it. Call me whenever you like and I'll give you a call if I need you. I don't want to leave you like this, but I'm just not ready for anything more right now. I'm sure you understand." Billy nods sympathetically, but you can tell he's crushed. Then an idea occurs to you. "Billy, why don't you turn the headlights on?" He flips the headlights on. "Now, don't drive off," you say. "I'm going to give you a show. Just honk the horn when you're done." You get out of the car, walk in front of the headlights, and strip off your sweatshirt and <>bra<>wrap<>, so you're topless in his headlights. You sway your body a bit and even bounce your tits around a little for him. You try to make out what he's doing in the car, but it's too dark. It doesn't take more than a few minutes before the horn beeps. You walk over to the driver's side window and Billy has rolled down the window and is grinning. "Thanks, Parker," he says. You lean over, still topless, and give him a kiss on the mouth which he returns enthusiastically. "You're welcome," you say. <> "You know, Parker," Billy says. "If you trust the Andersons, we should really talk to them about what my stepfather did to you tonight. He really needs to be punished." You consider this and agree that this sounds like a good idea. "All right," you say. "Will you go in with me?" "You bet," he responds. [[Continue.|Go see the Andersons.]]<>"Have a good night." You stop to put back on your clothes and walk into the mansion as Billy drives away. [[Go to sleep.]]<> :: Well, might as well do this. <><><>After about five minutes of tongue-wrestling, [[you|You]] think to yourself "what the hell" and start undoing [[Billy]]'s belt. He eagerly cooperates and he's soon got his jeans and briefs down. You put your hand down to grab his junk and notice that, sure enough, he's bigger than you ever were. You stroke it a bit while you kiss him and then duck your head into his lap and push your hair out of the way so you can take him into your mouth. <>You were expecting to find it very unpleasant, but are shocked to discover how arousing you find the taste and smell of him to be.<>Billy's isn't the first cock you've had in your mouth, but it's by far the most exciting. You find the entire taste and smell of him to be exceedingly erotic.<> You even enjoy the whole process of moving your mouth up and down on his penis and it feels very pleasant to have your mouth filled with Billy's hot masculine power. This is what I was born to do, you think wildly to yourself. You try to reject the thought, but it keeps returning unbidden to your mind as you submissively suck your best friend's cock. Billy starts grunting and you know this is a prelude to orgasm. You make up your mind quickly to let him come in your mouth and you soon find it filled with Billy's hot, salty fluid. Even this tastes pretty good.<><> [[Swallow it.]] [[Discreetly spit it out into a tissue.]] :: Discreetly spit it out into a tissue. [[You]] don't want to swallow it, but you also don't want to offend him so you pull your head off when you're sure he's done and discreetly grab a tissue. You turn your head and spit his semen into the tissue, crumpling it up and hiding it in your hand. You turn back to Billy and smile at him. <> :: Swallow it. <><><>I've come this far, [[you|You]] think to yourself and swallow it down. It feels a little weird, but not that bad. You pull your head off of his dick and smile at him. <> :: Goodnight to Billy [[Billy]] opens his eyes and looks at you and has a bit of a silly grin on his face. "That was fantastic, Parker! I don't know if this makes me gay or what, but I loved it! Man, I can't believe you did that, but in a good way." He pulls you in for a hug and kisses you firmly. "I'm sorry, Parker, but I almost want this thing to go all the way. You're going to be one sexy girl.... Of course, I don't want anything you don't want," he adds hastily. You smile at him again. "Well, I'm glad you liked it, Billy. I enjoyed doing it. I don't know if I'll be making a regular habit of it or anything, though." He frowns a bit, but you kiss him again. <>Billy starts up the car and the two of you drive back to the mansion. When you arrive, Billy parks the car. <><>Billy says, "You know, Parker, if you trust the Andersons, maybe we should talk to them about what my stepfather did to you tonight. He really should be punished." You consider this and agree that this sounds like a good idea. "All right," you say. "Will you go in with me?" "You couldn't stop me," he responds. [[Continue.|Go see the Andersons.]]<>"Well, I should get going. It's very late. Thanks a lot, Billy," you say. "Any time, Parker. Be sure to call me if you need me." While he drives off, you consider what to do now. [[Accept your femininity.]] [[That was a one time thing.]]<> :: Accept your femininity. <>[[You]] take a deep breath. You've been fighting this thing for days now, but you realize that Emily never really liked you that much. Billy, on the other hand, has always been there for you and you realize now that you have always loved him. Maybe becoming a woman wouldn't be so bad if it meant you could be with Billy. <>Plus, you can't stop thinking about Sean fucking you up the ass and how good it felt. You assume a pussy would feel even better.<><><> With that thought, you make your way back to your room. [[Go to sleep.]] :: That was a one time thing. [[You]] shake your head to clear it. You don't know what came over you, but you're even more determined to beat this now. You walk into the mansion and head to your room.<><><><><><> [[Go to sleep.]]