Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 42
by Chadlad

copyright 2007 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
chadlad3@yahoo.com

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Chapter 42:  Tommy Comes and Goes

Tommy returned to consciousness slowly, muzzily.  Where was
he?  He opened his eyes, and blinked.  Things swam around in
circles.  He shut his eyes again, tried squeezing them hard. 
He felt better with his eyes shut.  Less woozy.  But lying
there with his eyes shut, he became aware of a second
sensation emanating from the area of his groin.  A hot, wet
sensation.  Someone was licking his dick!  Licking it like a
lollipop!  His eyes snapped open, the view still blurry and
speckled with black spots.  He squinted.  A dark head was
between him and his view of his dick, moving eagerly up and
down it, licking.  Serena?  Off and on, over the last year,
he'd fantasized Serena Cay sucking his dick while he was
playing with himself alone in his bed, but he'd never
dreamed she would be here in person. 

Where was here, anyway?  His body was responding to her
frenzied licking.  He was making little involuntary
contraction of his pelvic muscles, thrusting his dick in the
air at her eager mouth and tongue. The pressure of impending
orgasm began building within him.  Should he come while
Serena was licking him?  Did she even know that boys came,
and that they squirted when they came?  And how did Serena
get in his bedroom anyway?     

Tommy's vision cleared a little, though his thoughts
remained fuzzy and unfocused, cleared enough to recognize
that it wasn't Serena who was licking him.  Her head was
bigger than that, her hair much darker, not this medium
brown.  What had brown hair like that?  Jesse!  It was his
best friend Jesse! Why was Jesse licking his dick?  Well,
because he's always wanted to, a voice Tommy's head said. 
And you wanted him to, also.  Where had those thoughts come
from?  At the base of his consciousness, somewhere, there
was a warning throb.  Something bad had happened.  Something
involving Jesse.  Something shameful.  Something he was
trying not to think about.  He'd had a fight with Jesse,
hadn't he?  Told Jesse they weren't friends any more.  Why
had he done that?

A memory crystallized in his mind, cold and clear.  Him
lying, half asleep, face down and naked on the bed.  Jesse
rubbing his back, making him relax, making him feel good,
then straying down to his butt, rubbing his butt, making him
hard, moving between Tommy's legs—Jesse had tried to reach
between his legs!  He remembered, now, how he'd sat up in
shock, fled the room, came back determined to make Jesse as
uncomfortable as Jesse had made him – get him back for the
unsettled feelings that Jesse had stirred up in him.

And then the mad rush of desire that had overwhelmed him,
desire and power as he pinned the helpless smaller boy,
separated his tight buns, and forced his dick up Jesse's
virgin butt.  But it hadn't been Jesse he'd rammed his dick
into with such strong feelings of power and lust.  It had
been his little cousin Gabriel that he'd fucked in the butt
instead.  He'd discovered his mistake too late, only after
being caught red handed still on top the younger boy by his
brother Chad.  And he'd hurt his cousin – hurt him badly,
made his butt hole tear and bleed.  And then his sister Beth
had come in, and he'd been spanked, naked in the living room
by her and then by Gabriel's protective older sister.  That
had been bad enough, painful and embarrassing both, but he'd
followed that with an even more embarrassing and painful
paddling from Gabriel in the back yard, with  an entire
troop of girl scouts watching and cheering as Gabriel broke
the paddle over Tommy's butt, leaving his butt blistered and
sore.  He remembered masturbating in front of the girls
beforehand, not knowing they were watching, and the
humiliating bath they gave him in the backyard afterward, 
six young girls handling his private parts,  playing with
his penis, tickling his balls, inserting their soapy fingers
up his butt one after the other, creating a burning in his
rectum to match the burning of his well paddled butt.  

And today, that humiliating walk around the block on all
fours like a dog, his penis and scrotum humiliatingly
shriveled in the cold.  Mrs. Raphael looking at his genitals
with scorn, the way she'd looked at his brother Chad's
smaller package when he was being punished.  And then sudden
appearance of Serena Cay, the disappointment clear on her
face at she looked over his naked body, mentally weighing
and dismissing his genital package.  And then the Bascomb
kids, and the carrot up his butt, and the humiliation of
pooping it out in public in the front yard! Grunting like a
little boy with constipation as he tried to force the awful
thing out of his rectum.  And then he'd gone with that awful
Naomi woman and suffered horrible humiliations! He
remembered it all now! Peeing his pants!  Having  casting
made of his torso and Naomi taking that awful plaster penis
up his butt -- a process made even more humiliating by the
fact that it was a casting taken from a real boys penis!
They'd diapered him, made him poop his pants and cleaned him
up, tricked him into butt-fucking still another boy, the
cheerful and highly-sexed Elvin, as they captured all of his
torment with camera and drawings.  Then he'd talked himself
into agreeing to let Elvin spank him, and fuck him up the
butt in return, and then there had been the pictures of him
photo copying his butt, and then Elvin had gotten into
trouble, and had gotten a horrible spanking from Naomi --
no, a paddling, with a Tommy's dick in his mouth as a gag. 
Tommy remembered his fear that Elvin was going to bite him
despite the rubber bite bar that Elvin was wearing, and he
remembered Elvin' s teeth pinching him a couple of times and
himself getting hard at the stimulation.  And then Elvin's
awful paddling had been over, but his sadistic sister had
crushed the boy's balls, ground together until he threw up
in agony, his stomach contents landing on Tommy's genitals
and stomach.  And then Elvin had been installed in the
corner to cry and fight the urge to soothe his sore behind. 
And they'd put the little dog on the bed to clean Tommy up,
and then the dog had lunged for Tommy's penis then, closed
his sharp little teeth around it --

Tommy snapped wide awake and conscious, and at the same time
his vision magically cleared.  A dog!  A little dog was
licking his penis! Had apparently licked his stomach and
butt clean while Tommy had been unconscious after fainting
from fright in the mistaken belief the dog was biting his
penis off.  Tommy explored the nerve endings in his genital
appendages.  He couldn't feel any pain at all there, only
residual burning in his rectum from Elvin's little penis and
the now familiar low-level throb of his still-sore butt. 
The dog hadn't bitten his penis off when he'd lunged for it! 
He hadn't even hurt it, apparently!  The only signals coming
from that organ were pure pleasure emanating from it and
running up his spine as the little dog entusiastically
licked it.  So much pleasure that he was going to cum!  He
tightened his butt, starting to lift it off the bed as he
arched his back and curled his toes.  He was almost there!

"That's enough!" Naomi said suddenly, lifting the dog off of
Tommy and depositing it unceremoniously on the floor.  "He's
clean enough."  

"But I was almost there!" Tommy blurted out without
thinking.

Naomi arched an eyebrow.  "Really?  Isn't that too bad!  So
tell me, why should I care that some pervert little boy
doesn't get his rocks off?"  She turned away from Tommy, who
shivered with frustration as he felt the impending orgasm
feeling start draining out of him.  He almost reached for
his dick, to finish himself off, but the sight of Zandra and
Melissa looking on eagerly made him hesitate.  That's what
they wanted him to do!  He'd probably get punished, maybe as
badly as Elvin, if he tried to bring himself off. 

Naomi was setting the dog on the floor.  Suddenly she turned
back to Tommy with an expression that could have served as
the dictionary definition of "evil smirk."  "Tell you what,"
she said, grinning widely enough it looked like she might
swallow him up.    Since you want to cum so badly, I might
as well oblige you.  It just occurred to me that I don't
have any pictures of you doing, the most embarrassing thing
that you boys do, the  one you'd never want your sisters or
mothers to see -- playing with yourself!  So you just shut
your eyes, lie back on the bed, and jerk off like you boys
do every chance you get.  And we'll get some pictures while
you do it.  Besides, it'll be a good experience for Melissa. 
She's only seen Elvin do it, and as you should know by now
Elvin is kind of a weasel dick and probably not the best
male example.  Besides, all you boys do it differently --
it'll give her a chance to broaden her experience."

Tommy shuddered with embarrassment.  Jerk off in front of
them? Three girls?  "I don't feel like it anymore," he said.

"That's just too bad, isn't it?"  Naomi said.  "I said jerk
off, and that's what you're going to do!  Now get your hand
on your dick and get to work!"

Tommy hesitated, thinking furiously.  How he going to get
out of this?  "But I'm not hard anymore," he said. 
"Besides, I like to use lotion to do it, and there isn't any
here." There, he hoped that would work.

Zandra walked calmly to the dresser and opened it, poking
her head in. "So," she said, holding up bottles as she went
along.  "Do you prefer of Vaseline, Lubriderm, Nivea, Avon
Skin So Soft, or this generic stuff we got from Sam's Club?"

"Give him the generic," Naomi said.  "We don't want to waste
the good stuff on his ugly little dick."  Zandra shut the
drawer and tossed the bottle in the bed beside Tommy.   "Now
pump some of that into your hand and get to work!  Unless
you'd like the same treatment I just gave Elvin to encourage
you!  And when I say to encourage you, I don't mean instead
of! If you don't start whacking off right now, I'll paddle
you the way I just did him, and then I'll make you whack off
afterward.  A nice sore butt should make your dick get even
harder!" 

Feeling like a trapped animal, Tommy gamely pumped lotion
into the palm of his right hand.  He shut his eyes.  I'll
pretend they're not here, he told himself.  It's just me in
my bedroom, everyone else is out, I'm all alone.  He slowly
lifted his hand and closed it around his penis, savoring the
feel the cool lotion on his warm soft skin, the internal
anticipation that always came with this moment.  Spreading
the lotion around his semi soft organ, he slowly began
stroking himself.  His penis hardened immediately, the ridge
of the head expanding, so that he could squeeze harder,
increase sensation.  He lowered his other hand to his balls,
cupping them firmly and squeezing just a bit, massaging them
almost to the point of pain, the way he liked to when
jerking off.  His butt began twitching as orgasm built
inside him quickly.  Grimacing, he redoubled his efforts,
his fist tightening as he fought to keep his strokes nice
and slow, let the feeling build inside him.  He moved his
left hand and cupped them under his balls as the pressure of
orgasm began rising, pushing them up so that the base of his
fist struck them with each down stroke, struck them harder
and harder until his fist was making little smacking noises
against his balls and the ache that was producing heightened
his excitement.  With a little moan, he arched his back and
lifted his butt clear off the bed, stabbing his dick at the
air as it pulsed, smacking his balls even harder on the
downstroke, then squeezing the head of his penis tightly as
it struggled in his hand and, somehow, magically, managed to
conjure up a thin, watery smatter of droplets that barely
cleared his penis head and seeped between his fingers.  How
it times has he cum today, anyway?  he wondered idly.  He
stopped his hand as his penis became overly sensitive,
squeezing it hard and enjoying the post orgasmic glow.  He'd
have to get up to get some tissues, clean himself up before
Chad came home.  He opened his eyes, returning to his senses
with a shock.  He wasn't in his room, he still at Naomi's
art studio, with three smirking girls grinning down at him.  

"That was the bomb!" Melissa exclaimed.  "Did you see how he
peed on himself at the end!"

"That wasn't pee, that was semen, you dork!"  Zandra chided. 
"Honest-to-goodness dick snot!  Stuff that can make you
pregnant!"

"Really?"  Melissa said.  "I thought it was supposed to be
cloudy and thick."

"It is on real men," Naomi said. "But Wiener Girl here is
still just a little boy.  You're lucky he can ejaculate at
all."  She tossed a pair of paper towels at Tommy's
midsection.  "Clean that disgusting mess up," she said.  

Tommy took the towels in his left hand and began wiping
himself.  Zandra looked at him with a smirk of her own. 
"So, Wiener Boy," she began,  "do you always beat your
little balls like that when you jerk off?  Doesn't that
hurt?"

Tommy froze at her question.  He hadn't really thought about
it before, but he did beat his balls up pretty good when he
masturbated, he realized.  Sometimes they even ached
afterward.  He reddened at the thought that these girls now
knew him intimately, even more intimately than he knew
himself, apparently.

Melissa, meanwhile, had her own comments.  "Did you get the
way his face screwed up when he peed his stuff out?" she
asked.  

"Ejaculated," Naomi corrected.  "Pee comes from the bladder. 
Ejaculate comes from his balls and his prostate gland.

"Who cares," Melissa said.  

"You'd better," Naomi retorted.  "No girl every got pregnant
from pee."

Melissa looked suitably chastened.  Turning back to Zandra,
she continued.  "But did you get his face?  He looked like
he was trying to poop or something!  Like it hurt!"

In answer, Zandra pressed some buttons on the camera and
passed it to Melissa.  Melissa looked at the screen and
began giggling, turning it so that Tommy could see the
screen, too.

Tommy's jaw dropped.  His face was contorted, his eyes
squeezed shut hard, his mouth tensed and partly open.  He
looked ridiculous.  Did he always look that silly when he
came?  

Naomi, meanwhile, had turned to Elvin in the corner.  "If
you're through crying, Elvin, you may leave the corner, and
you have my permission to talk again, and to rub yourself."

Tommy turned his head to look at Elvin, who he'd forgotten,
in his embarrassment, was still in the room. Elvin turned
slowly around, the movement of his stiff, sore butt
obviously painful.  His hands slowly reached for his
backside,  cupping and caressing his blistered bottom.  His
face was flushed, and his eyes a bit puffy, and snot was
smeared all over his lower face and upper chest, but
otherwise, he didn't look too bad for a boy whose butt had
been blistered just moments before.  And to Tommy's
amazement, his penis was stiff and curved up tight against
him, so that he once again resembled a suitcase with his
penis as the curved handle for carrying him.  He gently
caressed his butt, feeling the blistered surface and wincing
at the contact.  Then he looked up at Naomi seriously. 
"Thank you for paddling me, ma'am" he said after trying a
few times to make his voice work.  The words came out
hoarsely.  "I'm sorry I was a bad boy and forgot to put the
dog out," he added. "I'll try to do better in the future,
but if I mess up again, I hope you'll paddle me even longer
and harder that you did this time." He turned to Zandra and 
Melissa.  "Thank you for making my lesson stronger by
witnessing my paddling.  I apologize for making so much
noise while being spanked, and I apologize for throwing up
while receiving genital chas-  genital chas…" he gulped
noisily and looked helplessly at Naomi.  "I can't ever
remember that part," he said in a frightened voice.

"Genital chastisement," Naomi corrected, crossing her arms.

"Gential chastisement," Elvin echoed." He gulped again. 
"Are you going to punish me for throwing up and forgetting
what to say?" 

"I'll let it slide this time if you thank Wiener Girl for
his part in helping you get your paddling," Naomi said.

Elvin turned to Tommy.  "Thank you for letting me use your
weenie to make me quieter while I got paddled.  I hope I
didn't hurt you too much -- it was hard not to bite down at
the end.  And I'm sorry I threw up on you.".  He managed a
halfhearted smile at Tommy.  

"Okay," Naomi said.  "You're forgiven, but don't let it
happen again."

Elvin relaxed and smiled, turning back to Tommy.  "I
couldn't help biting, she really burned my butt!  And your
weenie is a lot bigger than Garrett's!" He paused.  "I like
it," he added shyly.  His smile returned.  "And I tried not
to throw up, but Naomi squeezed me real hard this time!"  He
thought about what he'd just said and looked quickly back at
Naomi.  "Not that I didn't deserve it!"  he quickly added.

"Darn right," Naomi said.  "It's all any of you dick faces
deserve. You should be squeezed like that on a daily basis
just to remind you of your place," Naomi said.  She smiled. 
"But, on the balance, you were a good boy to have taking
your paddling so well.  Wiener Girl here could learn a few
things from you. You may go to Melissa for your treat."

Tommy stared in amazement as Elvin, still wincing with each
step and clutching his butt, walked over to Melissa. 
Melissa put an arm around his chest, and turned him so he
was facing Tommy, then hugged him close from behind, pulling
him against her.  Elvin continued caressing his butt
gingerly, but a grin had broken out on his face.  Melissa
reached around him with her other hand and held it out,
Zandra picking up the lotion bottle from beside Tommy and
squirting a copious quantity on her palm.  She immediately
closed her fist on her cousin's already hardening little
shaft and began slowly, sensuously stroking him.  Elvin shut
his eyes were and began breathing deeply, his body moving to
a gentle rhythm under his cousin's stroking hand.  In less
than a minute, his face contorted, (Heck, he looks just like
I did, Tommy thought) and he let out series of yips as he
bucked his hips wildly into Melissa's stroking hand.  He
immediately sagged against her and resumed rubbing his butt. 
His eyes opened and he grinned at Tommy.  "It's 10 times
better than doing it yourself!"  he exclaimed.

Tommy stared at the other boy, his puzzlement obvious in his
face.  The boy had just been paddled!  Hard!  His little
butt was still beet red, with painful looking blisters in
the centers of each bun and on his sit spots.  It had to
hurt something awful!  He still vividly remember the pain of
his own paddling by his cousin Gabriel, a paddling that had
left him crying for at least a half-hour afterward.  Sex
would've been the last thing on his mind immediately after
his paddling.  He couldn't imagine how Elvin had even
managed to get it up with his butt hurting as badly as it
had to hurt, let alone figure out how Elvin managed to look
so nonchalant afterward.

Elvin himself, surprisingly intuitive, interpreted Tommy's
puzzlement with ease.  "It still hurts like a mother," he
said.  "I won't be able to sit down the rest of the day. 
And I'll have to sit down tomorrow, because I have to go
back to school, but I won't like it.  But that makes it
better when Melissa does me!  I mean, it's like my butt is
all hot, but my weenie is nice and cool from the lotion, and
her hand feels so good, and -- well, it's hard to explain. 
But I always get hard and horny after I've been spanked."

"I can explain it," Zandra said.  "We've been pleasuring
Elvin after his spankings since he was five.  We used to
sneak around and do it after his mom spanked him, because we
felt sorry for him, and a good weenie rub would make him
stop crying.  When he was seven, our aunt caught Melissa and
me doing it.  We thought we were dead for sure, but she just
smiled and said it was nice that we cared so much about our
cousin, and that perhaps giving him pleasure if he was a
good boy after each spanking would make him hold still
better during the spankings and behave himself.  And it did!
It only took one good paddling by his mother with no weenie
rub following it to convince Elvin it was better to obey and
hold still when being paddled or spanked then not."

"The good thing about it," Naomi said, taking up the tale, 
"is the Elvin now realizes the truth, that every boy and man
should be submissive to the females in his life, and that
submission is associated with pleasure as well as pain. 
Yes, we'll discipline Elvin when he deserves it, and that
discipline maybe as painful as it was today, possibly even
almost unbearable. But pleasure will always follow if
remembers his place.  And that's why Elvin gets hard and
horny when he gets spanked or paddled, because he knows the
pleasure is coming."

"Besides," Elvin said, chiming in. "Melissa will rub lotion
on my butt tonight when I go to bed and every morning and
night until my blisters are gone.  And if I'm real good,
she'll suck me after she rubs in the lotion.  And I love it
when she sucks me in the morning after she's rubbed my butt,
and I gotta pee real bad too -- you have the best orgasms
ever then!  And it feels good to pee afterward, too!"

"Enough chit chat," Naomi said.  "Time to make Wiener Girl
here look a bit more feminine." Moments later, Tommy found
himself stepping back into the girls' panties, and having
the bra snapped around him, then trooping take back down the
hall to the other room.  There, the girls seated him in a
chair in front of a makeup mirror and proceeded to apply eye
shadow, mascara, rouge, and finally lipstick, to his face. 
Tommy stared at his face in the mirror.  He had acquired a
definite feminine appearance.  Naomi leaned back and studied
his countenance. "The hair just won't do," she said.  It's
too short.  Even if we put barrettes in it, he'll still just
look like a tranny, not a girl."

"What's a tranny?"  Elvin asked.

"A girl who wants to be a boy, or a boy who wants to be a
girl," Zandra explained.

"That's stupid," Elvin said.  "Why would a boy ever want to
be a girl?  Weenies are fun, and girls don't have any!"

"Girl parts are fun too, stupid!"  Melissa said.  "And our
parts don't hang out in the way all the time."

"Quiet, you two!"  Naomi snapped.  "Let me think on this." 
She looked into space for a minute.  "I know!"  She suddenly
said.  She began opening drawers and pawing through things. 
"I know it's around here somewhere -- I used it for that
costume party!" She pulled a box off of a shelf and began
throwing things out of it.  Finally, she straightened up in
triumph.  "Here it is!"  she said.

Tommy looked.  "It" was an improbable lavender wig with hair
at least 2 feet long.  "I dressed up as Lela from 'Futurama'
for a fundraiser," she said.  She plopped the thing on
Tommy's head, and began pulling, fitting it neatly over his
scalp.  Tommy looked at himself in the mirror, then did a
double take and looked again.  He looked like a girl!  A
very cute girl!  A girl who, for some reason, had dyed her
hair lavender.  The makeup had softened his features and
made them more feminine, and the wig completed the process. 
Naomi smiled at the result,  clearly pleased with yourself. 
"Now we need some pictures, Zandra," she commanded. 
"Pictures of the beautiful little girl sitting in front of
the mirror in her underwear preparing for the day."  Zandra
began obediently snapping pictures.  Tommy's face reddened
with embarrassment.  People were going to see these pictures
-- they were going to think he liked dressing up like a
girl!  Naomi, taking in his countenance, commented "Ooo, I
like that even more!  The pouty little girl!"

After several snaps, Naomi ordered Tommy to stand up and
face the camera.  "Now hooked your thumbs in your panties,"
she said, "and pull them down until we can see your little
stuff.  So that it's clear that you're a boy getting off
dressing up like a girl!"  Tommy hesitated. Naomi cleared
her throat.  "I could send Elvin for the paddle," she
suggested.  Sighing, Tommy hooked his thumbs in the front of
the skimpy panties and pulled them under his package.  To
his mortification, his penis began getting hard again.

"Excellent!"  Naomi said, picking up her sketchpad as Zandra
continued snapping pictures.  "The hard on really sells the
image!  This is a boy who likes dressing as a girl!"

Tommy's blush extended all the way to his chest, but,
mindful of Elvin's blistered butt, he stood obediently while
Naomi finished her sketch.  She turned to the pad to show
him the image she'd just drawn.  The face that was not his
face was staring down at his crotch, a slightly leering
expression on it.  The hooked thumbs revealed a genital
package, identical to his down to the veins, except smaller
somehow, more pathetic looking.  The whole image was one of
a rather pathetic, poorly hung boy excited by the
opportunity to put on his sister's panties and bra while the
family was out of the house.

"Okay, time to put on your pretty blouse and skirt, Wiener
Girl!"  Naomi sang out.

Tommy decided to make one last plea.  "Do I have to?"  He
asked pleadingly.  "I've tried to be good!  I've done
everything you asked!  Can't I go home in my own clothes?  I
don't mind that they're a little wet – they'll dry on the
way home."  He tried his sad puppy dog face on them.

"You're not wearing those wet clothes home," Naomi said. 
"They smell like pee!"

"Well, could I wear something of Elvin's?  He's almost my
size," Tommy pleaded."

"Look, you have exactly two choices.  You can go home
dressed as a girl, or you can go home butt naked!"  Naomi
began tapping her foot impatiently.

Tommy pondered.  Walk home dressed like a girl, or walk all
that way butt naked.  Chances were that no one would much
notice him dressed like a girl, walking with other girls,
not even with lavender hair.  But they'd certainly notice a
naked boy, even in this town.  It was a very long walk home,
and reasonably cool outside as well.  They would almost
certainly meet a lot of people on the way.  And although a
naked boy walking with a bunch of girls would be quite
unusual, Tommy didn't think any of the people they meet
would do anything about it other than look at his naked
body.  Chad's experiences of several weeks ago had convinced
him that in this town, none of the authorities would look
askance at a boy been punished by being forced to go naked
in public.  Heck, they probably wouldn't do anything if he
had to suck Elvin's dick all the way home!  And he suspected
that a lot of the people they would meet would enjoy the
sight of him being forced to walk naked and exposed.  A
zillion people would see his naked butt, his still red and
recently spanked butt, and know his shame.  And of course,
they'd see his naked privates…his naked privates shrunken
from the cool air, sporting no hair at all, making him look
like a little boy, not the pubertal preteen he was.  

"Okay!" he said.  "Okay, I'll wear the girl stuff!"  He took
the offered shirt and pulled it over his head, discovering
to his chagrin that it had both ruffles and lace along with
the A. A. Milne character.  Worse yet, the skirt had a
previously unseen frilly lace belt that Melissa tied into a
neat bow behind him.  His own shoes went into the carrying
bag, too, and instead a pair of women's low heels were
slipped on his feet.  Tommy felt clumsy in the odd footwear,
clumsy and awkward and ridiculous, a feeling that was
quickly recorded by Zandra's camera.  Elvin was merely
watching Tommy's transformation with interest, idly
fingering his resurgent erection.  

"You look cute," Elvin said giggling.  "You look cute enough
to do!"

"You did him when he looked like a boy," Melissa said. 
"You'd do a lamp post if you were horny enough."

"He does look cute, though." Zandra said.  She snapped some
more pictures of Tommy in the complete outfit.  Then Naomi
made Tommy lift the skirt in front, hook it under his
elbows, and thumb down his panties once again, to
demonstrate he was a boy under all that girls' clothing. 
After that, he had to pose in front of a mirror looking over
his shoulder with the back of the skirt flipped up and the
panties pulled down, just under his butt, as if he was
admiring his bare butt in the mirror surrounded by girls'
clothing.  Tommy felt dirty by the time they had finished.
Elvin was standing beside Tommy, looking at him and half-
laughing as he continued fingering his cock.

"What's so funny?" Tommy asked.  "I look stupid."

"I like you better as a boy," Elvin agreed.  "But I was
laughing because you look better in that outfit than Zandra
did when she wore it."

"Go get dressed," Naomi snapped to Elvin.  "And quit playing
with your little prick.  No weenie privileges for you until
bedtime."  Elvin pouted, but raced off to get his clothing.  
Tommy could barely recognize the person in the mirror.  His
own face looked back at him, sort of, but it was the face of
a somewhat cute girl, in frilly dress, low heels, a ruffled
blouse, and flowing lavender hair.  He had rouge on his
cheeks to accent the blush he now sported, dark mascara
around the eyes, and bright red lips painted into a
permanent pout.  Tommy looked away from his image, blushing
more deeply.  He hoped they wouldn't meet anyone on the way
home

"Just one more thing before we go," Naomi said, as Elvin
came bustling in, looking rather cute in his soccer shorts
and t-shirt.  "Potty time for both of you.  I always make
Elvin go potty before we leave, and you're no different than
Elvin in any fundamental  way, at least not in any way that
involves your little dick."  She pointed to the toilet. 
Elvin immediately bellied up to it, yanking down the front
of his pants and holding them below his little wiener,
peeing copiously and noisily without hesitation.  Tommy
looked at Naomi.  

"I don't have to go," Tommy said.  Elvin finished peeing and
let his pants top snap back into place, relying on the front
of his underpants to catch the last drops.  Actually, Tommy
was laying – he had to go rather badly.  The little squirt
that he'd let out earlier onto the floor of the bedroom had
done little to provide any substantial relief for his
bladder.

"Too bad you don't' have to go," Naomi said, settling down
on a three-legged stool.   "Because we're going to stay here
and wait until you go, and I mean really go, not just a
dribble."

Tommy crossed his arms and stood back.  Naomi smiled back at
him pleasantly.  Tommy shifted positions.  Now that she'd
mentioned it, he really had to go.  "All right," he growled. 
He walked to the toilet and pulled up the front of his
skirt, trying to hold it out of the way while he pulled down
the front of his panties.  The skirt flopped down over his
genitals again.  Tommy hiked it up impatiently in front,
trying to get a clear path for his penis to do its work. 
Zandra flitted around him, snapping pictures and grinning at
Tommy's contortions.  He must look ridiculous standing to
pee in girls' clothing.  Now he wished he'd sat down to
start with, but that would have been humiliating, too,
especially in front of another boy.  

Finally, pee-urge burning within him, Tommy was able to get
all the feminine garments out of the way, although the
process required him to thrust forward at a ridiculous
angle, so that his penis and scrotum both projected outward
from his body prominently..  He tried to release his stream. 
Nothing happened, except that the pee-burn at the sphincter
intensified.  They stood that way for several moments.

"Pee already," Elvin said.

"I can't," Tommy whispered.  "It won't go."

"Maybe he needs some help," Elvin suggested.  "I could turn
on the water faucet."

"Nah, he just needs some encouragement.  Maybe we should
stuff the plaster weenie up his butt again, real fast this
time!"

Fear shot through Tommy.  "Nooooo!" he wailed in panic. 
"You can't!" His heart raced as he thought about the pain of
having the plaster penis shoved up his butt.  His butt hole
had already been thoroughly stretched out by the thing, not
to mention the thorough reaming that Elvin had given him.
Although the Elvin thing wasn't bad, really.  It hurt when
the boy's dick went in him, and he wasn't sure he would ever
get used the fullness it created or the burning it left
behind.  Yet something in him wanted to try it again.  But
the plaster penis, that was different.  It just plain hurt –
hurt like a mother, as Elvin would say.  

Unseen by Tommy, Zandra had popped out of the room.  She
came running back in, holding the plaster replica with its
sharply curved shaft and prominent head in her hand. Fear
coursed through Tommy.  He opened his mouth to wail in
protest, and lost control, jetting pee out of himself in
fright, spraying the toilet, the wall, and the floor.  He
rapidly corralled himself, finishing in the toilet.  He
could feel his blush spreading down his chest.  He peed all
over the floor like a toddler!  He stood there holding his
dress out of the way and his panties down, petrified with
mortification.  Naomi sighed with exasperation and began
digging in the cupboard under the sink, handing him
cleanser, a roll of paper towels, and a scrub brush.  "I
should paddle you for that," she said.  "But I promised Beth
and I wouldn't damage you any more than absolutely
necessary."  Tommy came back to life and pulled his panties
back up, letting the dress fall.  He sighed, got on his
knees, and started cleaning up his mess.  Naomi disappeared
for a few minutes, but Tommy intent on his work, didn't
notice.  He was on all fours, leaning his face down to reach
under the toilet where he'd sprayed, when he suddenly felt
Naomi settle beside him and grip him around the waist,
flipping his skirt up and pulling his panties down in back
in a fluid motion.  

"Hold still," she said.  He felt the familiar plaster
phallus probe his anus.  "Nooooo!" he wailed, trying to
rise.  Naomi, merely gripping him harder, slid the greased
plaster penis smoothly up his rectum until it was all the
way in.  Tommy, despite a desire to look tough in front of
Elvin, squealed as a sharp pain stabbed his rectum.  It
quickly faded away, though, leaving only a dull burning and
that full rectum feeling he detested, so remininscent of
being seriously constipated and fighting unsuccessfully to
get an especially hard load out of him.  Flashes of trying
to poop the carrot in the front yard assailed him, and he
cringed and bend forward, trying to ease the full feeling.  

Naomi was having none of that.  "Stand up, brat!" she
ordered.  Tommy, uncomfortably, rose.  Naomi tied a ribbon
around the front of him right above his genitals, a ribbon
attached to the base of the plaster penis and holding it
firmly in place.  She pulled the panties up over it and
lowered the skirt.  "Now," she said.  "We're walking you
home.  For dirtying my bathroom, you get to be fucked in the
ass by an 8-year-old boy the whole way.  I'll retrieve my
plaster cast and the clothes when we get to your house."

"But – but I can't walk this way!" Tommy wailed.  He took a
preliminary bow-legged step.  "It hurts!"

"You can and you will," Naomi said.  "Or I'll merely kick
your butt all the way there to encourage you."

Thus it was that Tommy found himself walking in front of the
three girls and Elvin through the maze of streets extending
away from Naomi's studio.  Passers by barely gave the
quartet more than a momentary glance, a few reacting to
Tommy's flowing lavender hair, most merely giving him a
curious glance and looking on.  Apparently he made a quite
convincing girl.  His gait was uneven and mildly bow-legged
– he wasn't used to walking in heels, even low heels, and
the plaster penis up his butt felt like it was 6 inches wide
and growing bigger with each step.  His butt swayed rather
invitingly as he walked, and at least one group of teens on
a street corner eyed him with obvious interest as his
invaded rear end swiveled past.  One wolf-whistled after
them, but Naomi ignored it and merely prodded Tommy onward.

Tommy's apprehension increased as they approached his own
block.  Please, let everyone be in, he prayed.  Don't let
anyone be out to see me.  The rounded the final corner onto
Tommy's street, and his heart sank.  There were 4 kids
playing in the street.  The Bacomb brats were there, along
with 11-year-old Eddie Garcia from the next block and a
dark-skinned, kinky-haired kid Tommy didn't recognize, all
playing some sort of street hockey.  The quartet looked up
as they approached the house, the male Bacomb kid doing a
classic double take that would have made any comedian proud. 
"Hey!" he said.  "Hey!!  That's Tommy Henson!  He's dressed
like a girl!"

The other kids dropped their gear and raced to the sidewalk,
surrounding the quartet by Tommy's gate.  "How come you're
dressed like a girl, Tommy?"  Eddie asked.  

"How come his hair is purple?" his black companion added.  

"He's a morphodite!" the Bascomb boy squealed.  "You know,
one of those guys that's half boy and half girl!"

"You mean he's a queer?"  his sister asked.

"No, stupid!  A morphodite!  One of those people who can't
decide if they're boys or girls.  They have a dick and a
pussy at the same time!"

"Hermaphrodite," Naomi muttered.  No one paid any attention.
Tommy tried to push past the other kids, but they crowded
closer, hemming him in.

"But he doesn't have a pussy!  I've seen him! Bare naked!
Right here in the front yard this morning!  Remember?  He
had that carrot you gave him up his butt, and he was trying
to poop it out right there by that tree, and his legs were
spread and you could see everything!  And he didn't have a
pussy!  He had a dick and balls like you!"  She glared at
her brother in challenge.  "Well, not exactly like you – his
dick and balls are a lot bigger than your little nubbins!"

"He does so have a pussy!  Right between his butt hole and
his balls!  I saw it!"  her brother insisted.

"Really?"  the dark-skinned boy said with interest.  "He has
balls and a puss?  Can I see 'em?"

"Don't listen to him, he's an idiot," the Bascomb girl said. 
"He looks just like the rest of you boys under his pants – a
little bag, a little nubbin, and a shit hole.  And he's all
closed up in between – he ain't got no pussy!"

"Does too!"  her brother said, pushing her.

"Does not!" she insisted more loudly, pushing back.  

"Quiet!"  Naomi snarled, grabbing both of the by the scruffs
of their necks and lifting until their feet left the ground. 
"Wiener Boy here is all boy – he's just a pervert who likes
to dress like a girl sometimes!"

Eddie Garcia dissolved into hysterics, dropping to his knees
as he giggled uncontrollably.  His friend giggled with him,
the two repeating "likes to dress like a girl" over and over
again and laughing hysterically.  

"He does too have a pussy," the Bacomb boy insisted.  Naomi
tightened her grip on his neck.  "Owwww!" he complained. 
"I'm just tellin' the truth – he's got a little pussy
between his balls and his butt hole – I've seen it, I tell
you!  I'll bet you a million dollars he's got one!"

"Does not!" his sister responded.

"Quiet, I said!" Naomi said, shaking them both a little. 
"I'll settle this!"  She set them both down on their feet
and turned to Tommy.  "Bend over, Wiener Boy, and pull down
your panties so they can see."

Tommy looked at her helplessly.  Naomi, out of patience,
grasped him by the shoulders and forced him to bend double,
flipping his skirt onto his back.  She yanked down the back
of the panties, exposing Tommy's bare butt to the eager
audience, who crowded in to see.

"See, told you!" the Bascomb girl said, poking a finger
between Tommy's butt at the ridged expanse between snug ball
sack and the plaster penis.  "He's all closed there, just
like the rest of you!  No pussy!"

"That's 'cause he's got that thing in his pussy," her
brother insisted.  "It's covering it up!"

"That's not in his pussy, idiot!  That's in his shit hole!"
his sister responded.  "God, don't you know anything!"

Tommy tried to straighten up, but Naomi was far too strong
for him and easily held him in the bent over position.  He
tried tightening his butt, but his fully bent position
coupled with the base of the plaster penis up his butt,
complete with scrotum, kept his buns widely separated – so
widely separated that his scrotum and even the tip of his
penis was clearly visible from behind.  The Bascomb boy
reached over and poked between Tommy's legs at the ridge of
skin where his body was joined, trying to unearth any hidden
openings.  "It's here somewhere," he insisted.  "I saw it!"

"Hey, what is that thing, anyway?" Eddie Garcia asked,
ignoring the younger boy's comments and poking the back of
the plaster penis where it emerged from Tommy's rectum. 
"and why does he have it up his butt hole?"

"It's a casting," Naomi explained.  

"A what?" Eddie Garcia asked.

"It's a plaster weenie!" Melissa giggled.  "Naomi copied it
off of another boy!  It's art!"

"And it's mine," Naomi said.  "And since I've delivered you
safely home, Wiener Girl, it's time you gave me back the
things you borrowed for the trip."  Zandra sat his bag of
clothing down by the gate.  Naomi, still holding Tommy
tightly in the bent over position, grabbed the base of the
plaster penis firmly with her fingers wrapped around its
realistic balls, and began pulling it out of Tommy's butt. 
Tommy squealed as the mushroom head traveled down his
rectum, stretching as it went, the ring of his anus clinging
to the curved shaft like a hungry mouth trying to hold on to
a tasty treat.  The other kids looked on in various
combinations of fascination and horror.  For Eddie Garcia it
was a vision he would have nightmares about for days
afterward, nightmares in which it was his own butt that was
invaded by a giant, disembodied penis that was ripping him
apart from the bottom upward.  His darker-skinned companion,
on the other hand, was fascinated by the view, as Tommy's
butt hole was the first boy's butt hole he'd ever seen, let
alone the first he'd ever seen impaled by a plaster penis. 
He would picture the penis going in and out of Tommy's butt
for the next several weeks while masturbating, alternately
making himself in his mind the invader and the invaded,
ultimately developing both a taste for anal sex with his
women and a liking for his partner, on occasion, to ram her
index finger up his own rectum while giving him oral sex.

With a final stab of hot pain, the head of the plaster penis
cleared Tommy's butt hole and it hung open for a few
moments, then squeezed shut into an offended, slightly
swollen line in the center of his butt crack.  The Bascomb
boy immediately poked it hard with his index finger.

"Wicked!" the Bascomb boy breathed.  His sister looked at
him with disdain.  

"Who you think you are?  Harry Potter?  Who says 'wicked'
'round here?" she demanded.  "And you shouldn't touch him
there – it's dirty."

"If I was Harry Potter, I'd turn you into a frog," he said,
rounding on her.  He waved his index finger at her face,
making as if he was going to touch her mouth with it.  She
squealed and ducked to the other side of the crowd of
children, avoiding him.  Naomi released Tommy and let the
skirt fall over his exposed butt, but didn't pull up his
panties. 

"Strip off," she ordered.  "And give me back the clothes
Zandra loaned you.  Not that she'll want them back again
after you've worn them, but we'll pass them on to someone
deserving."

"Here?" Tommy said, his voice rising an octave.  "Can't we
go inside?"

"That would be a no," Naomi said.  She yanked the bow at the
back of Tommy's frilly skirt and then yanked it down.  As
Tommy's panties were still pulled below his butt in back,
his butt was instantly exposed, although his genitals were
mostly covered in front, just the lines of his groin and the
very base of his penis sticking out above the waistband of
the panties.  He tried to reach to cover his genitals, but
Naomi immediately yanked the blouse upward, trapping his
arms and head in fabric.  Meanwhile, Zandra yanked down the
panties and skirt clear to the ground and pulled them off
each of his feet, almost tripping Tommy in the process of
yanking the clothing off of first one foot, then the other. 
Tommy struggled, trying to get his hands free, trying to
cover himself, as the watching children shifted positions to
view his now exposed genitals.   The Bascomb girl reached
out immediately and grabbed his penis by the front third of
its length, giving it a yank that felt to Tommy like she was
trying to pull it out by the roots.  He squealed a protest
into the muffling blouse, which Naomi was still trying to
wrestle off of him.  Her brother, not to be outdone, reached
over moments later, grabbed Tommy's projecting scrotum in
his tiny fist, and squeezed the marbles within with all of
his might.  Tommy let out a shriek, and with a mighty effort
freed himself from the enclosing garment, falling backwards
onto his bare butt into the street, landing hard on the
rocky asphalt.  He scrambled to his feet, avoided the
grasping fingers of both Bascombs, and fled up his walk and
onto the porch steps.  In his haste, he tripped over the top
step, did a full forward somersault, and landed on his upper
back with his butt resting against the bottom of the door,
his legs in the air, and his penis pointing accusingly at
his face, the wind momentarily knocked out of him.  Beth
took this moment to open the inner door and peer out the
screen at him.  

"Get your dirty butt off the screen," she said loudly, to
the amusement of the watching crowd.  "It'll attract flies."