Oh my god Mother: pt 3 The Sleep-Over

“Guess what?” my mother chirped in her much too happy tone of voice.
“What?” I croaked as disagreeably as I could. Sometimes it made me feel better to feel sorry for myself and let the world around me know it. It wasn’t my fault that I had suddenly changed from a boy to a girl.

“Well, I have to go out of town next week for a couple of days. And I didn’t want to leave you all alone in the house.”

“Oh my god mother. I’m in high school. I can stay by myself.”
“Yes of course you can dear. But I thought you might be kind of lonely, so I invited your cousin Cheryl over –”
“Oh my God mother. Tell me that you’re joking. Please tell me that you’re joking. How could –”

“Don’t you dare take that tone with me, young lady. I have been as nice as I can be since – well, since – well you know. But my patience is wearing thin,” I swear her eyes had fire in them. “And considering your anxiety attacks, your mood swings and everything else, there is no way I’m leaving you here by yourself. This is for your own good. Do you understand me?”

My mother must have at least felt a little guilty, because then she offered to leave me her credit card so that Cheryl and I could go shopping together for clothes. Mom really wanted me to dress “more like a girl,” and Cheryl definitely knew how to do that. She actually modeled sometimes. I saw her picture once in a copy of seventeen magazine. She was hot.

The big day came and my mother headed off to her – whatever it was – and my cousin Cheryl showed up barely 10 minutes later.
“Your babysitter is here,” she teased.
I gave a half smile. “Come on in Cheryl,” When we got to the living room, she pushed me backwards onto the sofa.

“Let’s see,” she demanded. “Come on, cousin. It’s time to play show and tell” She pulled my shorts down to my ankles.

“Hey, “ i yelled, not quite knowing what else to say.
“Ohhhhh. What cute little panties. Do you want me to take them off for you, or do you want to do it yourself?”

I started to pull them down.
“Oh, pretty kitty,” she said. “I guess it’s true. You have switched teams. I approve.”

She laid down on top of me with her face inches away from mine. “I think I like you better this way. Do you still like me like you used to?”

I nodded. I had a crush on her for years and she knew it. My heart was beating hard in my chest. She gave me an open mouth kiss, and our tongues began fighting for dominance. She reached up under my shirt (blouse?) and began fondling my breasts, with one hand while the other began stroking my ‘pretty kitty’ She laughed. “So, which of your new girl parts do you like the best?”

I didn’t answer. “You’re really pretty. Do you know that?” She asked.
I shrugged.

“I think you do know it, but you’re afraid, aren’t you? You’re afraid of being pretty. That’s probably why you dress like that, so nobody will notice.” she got up, “Let me see you move,” she commanded.
I stood frozen. “Move how? Move where? Do what?”
“Walk to the kitchen and back, then sit down.”
“Why should I?” I asked.
She got up close to me again and ran a fingernail along my cheek, “Because if you’re a good girl and do as I say, I think I can teach you a few things about your new equipment that your mother can’t.”

So, I did as she instructed. I walked to the kitchen, walked back and plopped myself down on the chair. She just shook her head. “You walk like a boy. You sit like a boy. You move like a boy”

“Well, up to few months ago I was a boy. I don’t know –”
“Well we both know you aren’t a boy anymore. So we have a little work to do. Stand up. Keep your head up, shoulders back – now lead with your boobs. ”

“Lead with my boobs? “
“Now swivel your hips with each step. Like the vs angels do. I know you’ve seen them. Try it. Like this.” She walked across the room with an ease that said she was beautiful and she was proud of it. I imitated her walk as best I could. “Not bad. Keep working on it.” Her hands moved up and down my hips and pushed her groin against my butt. I felt awkward – but excited, as if we were doing something naughty – forbidden – which I guess in a way we were.

“Here,” she said reaching into her purse, “I brought you a present. Put this on.” She threw me a red silky negligee.I slipped it over my head, though I was certain my cheeks were just as red as the lingerie. She put her arms around me and gently laid me back on the sofa. Then without another word, she pulled off her clothes and positioned her head between my legs. I thought I knew what she was going to do, but I was unprepared for the warm pulse of sexual satisfaction that her tongue unleashed in me.
I began moaning. My hips pushed upwards as if saying ‘more, please please more.’ Her tongue moved in and out along the pink folds that had replaced my penis. Her tongue and her mouth were things of wonder. Tears were welling up in my eyes again, but this time not out of fear or sadness. I was exhausted with joy.
I grabbed her by her beautiful hair and pulled her up where I could see her.
She smiled. “Sorry we didn’t get to the mall. Maybe tomorrow. But that depends I suppose., Do I get the job?”

“What job?”
“Your tutor, of course. For your cram course in girlhood 101.”

As she disappeared between my legs again, I whispered. “Yes, Oh yes. Oh yes.”


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