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Talis
by rache

Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross for BFG Productions in association with
Severe Discipline Entertainment http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm
email: rache696@yahoo.com.
Story Codes: M/f(tg) Romance, SciFi, Oral, Anal, Transgender, Teen
Synopsis: Kelly is a sixteen year old girl trapped in a boy's body. As
if that wasn't bad enough, Kelly's parents want their son back; her
boyfriend is married; and now aliens have attacked the Earth.
Sometimes life really sucks.

Note: This was originally titled "Like I didn't have enough
problems..." and posted in whole or part at "Yotna's Den" and Jack's
"Erotic Pen" websites. I'd like to thank the members of those two
forums for giving me some valuable feedback when I was trying to
figure out what I was doing with this. I appreciate it. -rr

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

Talis
by rache


Like I didn't have enough problems.

"What do you think you're doing?" My mom was guarding the front door
as I came down the stairs.

"Going to the beach," I said, hooking my thumbs in the pockets of my
cut-off's. "It's Saturday."

"Not like that you're not," she said.

"Mom!"

"I'm tired of this, I really am Kevin," mom told me. "This isn't
normal."

"I'm normal," I said, looking down at the yellow bikini top I was
wearing. I adjusted it slightly, knowing it would set her off, pulling
the triangular cups in place over my smallish breasts.

"You're a boy, not a girl."

"So what?" I frowned, looking at her then with my dark blue eyes. "It
isn't my fault."

"Don't start with me!" she said. "You get back upstairs and take that
off, right now. Do you understand me?"

"No," I shook my head, "I don't understand at all! Why do you even
care?"

"Kevin! Get back here, young man!" Mom was yelling, but I was going
the other way, out the back.

"Kevin's dead!" I shouted, slamming the kitchen door hard behind me.

It was better going out the back anyway. I could cut through the
Peterson's yard and go round the block to the corner that way. Bad
enough I was a fag, as my dad liked to say, but having a boyfriend
would really freak my parents out. They didn't know about Christian
and I wasn't gonna tell them. I wouldn't have told them I was a girl,
except it was kinda hard to keep it a secret. I was in the wrong body,
that's the only way to describe it. I wondered if I'd been
reincarnated sometimes, cause I almost believed in that. I didn't feel
much like believing in God, cause if I did? I'd be pretty mad at him
for what He'd done to me.

"Kelly!" Christian was waiting for me, like always and he was a really
great boyfriend.

"Hey!" I stopped running and started walking, putting my hands behind
my butt and moving my hips a little more than I had to. My purse was
hanging off my right shoulder and it bounced off my narrow waist, all
the flair pinned to it jangling like I was a blonde haired gypsy.

He was looking at me and that was what I liked the most. I mean the
kissing is nice and the other stuff, you know, but what I liked about
Christian the most was how he looked at me. He made it feel like he
was seeing me for the very first time and falling in love all over
again. His big brown eyes would travel all over me and the corners of
his mouth would go up. He'd shift a little, leaning against his old
corvette on way and then the other, like he wanted a better view. He
just made me feel special that way and I liked it.

"You look great," Christian said and he gave me a casual kiss on the
mouth when I was close enough.

"You always say that!" I said, tossing my head a little to get the
hair out of my eyes.

"You always do," Christian shrugged and grinned and opened the door
for me so I could climb across the driver's seat.

"I was sposed to get a...Hey!" I grabbed my panties. They were hanging
from his rear view mirror.

"What?" Christian was getting in. "Oh."

"I was lookin' for these!"

"I found them under the seat."

"Yeah, I bet," I said, letting them go and tugging the seat belt
around my tummy.

"What were you sposed to get?"

"Huh? Oh, a haircut." I rolled my eyes as he started the car with a
vroom. "You believe that?"

"No way!"

"Yeah, seriously. My dad told me he was gonna get it all cut off too,
like an army haircut or something."

"Fuck," Christian breathed, "your parents are weird, Kell."

"I know."

I played with my hair and there was no way I was gonna get it cut. I
hadn't had a haircut since I was twelve and I was sixteen now. Four
years of growing my hair out and they were gonna cut it?

"Like that would make you a boy again, huh?" Christian asked unhappily
and I nodded.

"Yeah, or something. I gotta run away, I think. They're gonna like
check me into a hospital pretty soon."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I said, "my dad hates fags. He called me a cocksucker last
night."

"Your dad did?" Christian glanced at me. "That's messed up."

"I know."

It had made me cry, but I wasn't going to tell my boyfriend that. When
my dad saw I was crying he really got mad, throwing his arms up and
yelling some more. He hated me and wanted to know where his son went,
like I'd murdered Kevin and dumped his body someplace so I could take
his place. It was sick. I'm not normal, yeah, I get it dad, thanks for
the support. All that got me was a beating and sometimes I didn't
mind, cause it was Kevin he was hurting, but mostly it was me too.

"Hey," Christian smiled at me, "I talked to that friend of mine..."

"Which one?"

"Sheila, the one who's getting the operation."

"Cool. What'd she say?"

"She told me where you can get the hormones, it's really easy,"
Christian told me. "She knows this doctor guy and he hooks her friends
up all the time."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I got his number in my wallet."

"That reminds me," I giggled, "I gotta take a pill."

"Heh!" Christian grinned at that. "Least I know you're protected,
huh."

"Yeah, it's working though," I said. "My tits are a little bigger,
right?"

"They're sweet, Kell."

"Mostly nipples though, see?" I pulled my bikini open, exposing my
puffy pink nipples and Christian swerved a bit. "Careful!"

"Don't do that when I'm driving!"

"Sorry," I stuck out my tongue, fixing my top again, and then pointed
at a Seven-Eleven. "I need something to drink."

"Kay."

I waited in the car while Christian got me a diet Pepsi to wash my
birth control pill down with. I took two every day and I don't know if
that was really healthy, but I heard it's just female hormones anyway.
It did make my tits bigger for sure, and if I could get like real
hormone treatment, that would be so awesome. The hard part would be
finding the cash though cause my parents weren't ever gonna pay for
it, no way!

Christian was taking a long time so I turned on his radio. Nothing but
static, which was weird, but we were in the valley too, so who knows.
I pushed in a CD, some old Nine Inch Nails, Pretty Hate Machine cause
that's pretty cool, and I was singing along with it when Christian
came out.

"Head like a hole! Black as your soul! I'd rather die, than give you
control!"

"Bow down before the one you serve. You're gonna get what you
deserve..."

Christian was singing too as he got in and we just laughed at each
other. We were totally alike in so many ways. That's why we were in
love, even though he was like ten years older than me. He had his own
place, of course, and sometimes I crashed there with him, but he had a
wife too and she was mostly home, which really sucked. I'd never met
her or anything, but I'd seen her picture and fucked her husband in
her bed. I hated her.

"Your radio's broke," I said after the first track was over and I
turned his stereo down a little.

"What?" Christian gave me a funny look and popped the CD out.

"See?" I shrugged as he pushed buttons and it was all static.

"That's weird," he said. "I was listening to the surf report this
morning."

"Sun spots," I giggled.

"I guess." Christian pushed the CD back in and hit number two.

"You talk to her yet?"

"Who?"

"You know who," I sighed, pulling my hair back as the wind whipped
through the open window.

"No."

"Okay."

"I will, alright?" Christian looked at me.

"I'm not mad," I said lightly.

"Yeah, you are," Christian said. "I was going to, but then..."

"I know."

"I love you, okay?" Christian reached for my left leg, stroking my
bare thigh. "I'm going to divorce her. Soon. I just...I have to do it
fair, you know?"

"I know, yeah." I was looking out the window and he'd said all that
before. I didn't even know what fair meant.

We drove in silence for a little while.

"Hey," I sat up a little, "I thought we were going to the beach."

"Everybody goes to the beach."

"So..." I blinked at him, "...Where are we going?"

"Up to the cabin," Christian smiled at me. "Me and you, all night?"

"I didn't bring anything!"

"I got what we need, it's cool."

"You got clothes for me?" I laughed at him, "I got a bikini and a pair
of shorts."

"Sandals too!"

"Yeah," I rolled my eyes, "and a purse."

"So? We'll just...Stay naked!"

"Oh, God!" I sighed theatrically and slid back down in the deep bucket
seat, putting my bare feet on the dash and wiggling my pink toes.

"What? Come on," Christian said, "it'll be fun. You like it there."

"See? I ask if you told her and you just take me to the woods. It
isn't gonna work."

"What's not gonna work?"

"I ain't gonna forget about it, Christian." I bit my lip, looking at
him, "I love you, but this sneaking around and my parents and..."

"I know," Christian said, "I'll look for a place on Monday. We can
move in together."

"Promise?"

"Yeah," he looked at me, "I promise, Kelly."

"Kay."

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

"Ummmm..." I sighed, lying on my tummy in front of the fireplace on a
big soft sheepskin rug.

"How's that feel, baby?" Christian was straddling my thighs, massaging
my back with some scented oil.

"Gooooood."

"You're seriously sexy, you know that?"

"Hmmm..." I smiled, "...If daddy could only see me now."

We were both naked after a nice little dinner salad and some wine.
Christian hadn't brought clothes, but at least he'd thought of food,
and there weren't any lights at all. Just the fireplace and our bodies
were golden with warm firelight. My lithe form beneath his, looking
very much like the girl I was supposed to be. Only my cock and balls
gave lie to my disguise, which was otherwise perfect and Christian
liked that part of me too. That was something his wife didn't know
about, that her husband of five years loved transsexuals.

It was the only time I could accept myself, when Christian loved me.
If I was all Kelly, inside and out, I don't think he would have. He
always denied it, but I knew. And if I was all Kevin, if I was the boy
my parents wanted inside too, I would be someone else completely. I
couldn't even imagine that. It would be like I didn't exist. I'd never
been born. So maybe I was two people for a reason, except that kinda
thinking would get me some pretty pills and a rubber room if I wasn't
careful. I put it out of my head and let my boyfriend spoil me..

"He should be proud of you," Christian said. "You're such a beautiful
girl, he's gotta be blind."

"I wish he was," I giggled, "I wouldn't have so much trouble sneaking
out."

"Not for much longer, baby."

"I know," I sighed. "I can't wait to move out. You shoulda seen his
face the first time I put on a dress."

"I bet."

"I was twelve," I said and probably I'd told him this story before,
but that was okay. "I bought this dress for like three dollars at a
yard sale and took it home and put it on..."

"What color was it?"

"...Blue."

"Like your eyes," Christian agreed and his hands were on my ass,
kneading the firm round globes of my ass hard the way I liked it.

"Yeah," I smiled, "like my eyes. I brushed my hair and came
downstairs, wanting to show daddy how pretty I was..."

"I know, Kelly," Christian lowered his chest to my back gently.

He was kissing my neck and cheek and I could feel his erection
pressing between my butt cheeks. I moaned softly, wanting to forget
how my dad had ripped the dress off me, took me over his knee and
whipped me with his belt. I got my last haircut then, that day, crying
in the barber's chair and I swore I'd never get another.

"I love you so much, Chris."

"I love you too," the man breathed, pressing his wet cockhead against
my small anus until I opened reluctantly with a gasp and small shiver
of delight.

It didn't hurt, not anymore, and we were both oiled up for it anyway.
Christian's thick cock pushed inside me slowly, stretching the soft
walls of my rectum easily. I'd been making love to him for over a
year, since we'd first met at Venice Beach. I'd been circling the body
builders on my roller blades and Christian had been circling me,
wondering if I was a really a girl or not because he honestly couldn't
tell. I'd been fourteen and in that middle part of changing from a boy
into a girl, awkward and insecure and struggling with myself as much
as my parents.

Christian had saved me.

"I love your cock," I sighed, feeling him work it a little deeper with
each slow stroke. We had all night for that one fuck, if we wanted it.

"I think about you," Christian said and I smiled.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean when I have sex with...Her."

"You almost said it," I giggled and we had made a little game of
never, ever saying his wife's name.

"Almost," Christian kissed my cheek, "but when I fuck her, I'm always
thinking it's you."

"That's almost romantic."

"Only almost?" Christian pouted.

"Well," I said, "I just wish you wouldn't fuck her at all...Ummm there!"

"Ah yeah, Kell. There!" Christian agreed and he was all the way inside
me, grinding now, more than fucking. He was rolling his hips and
working his swollen cockhead against my prostate nicely.

"Hmm hmmm...Oh! Fuck me nice...Slow, like that."

"Get up a little," Christian suggested. "Get on your hands and knees."

"Yeah," I agreed, knowing he wanted to play with my cock while he
fucked me.

Christian reached around my narrow hip and found my soft penis. I was
never hard while we made love, not without some help, but I would be
soon enough. The birth control pills kind of put a damper on some of
my urgency, but not much. I was just sixteen anyway, so my body was
pumping out the testosterone and whatever else boys make like crazy.

I was just lucky I didn't have a hairy body or anything. As it was I
only shaved like once a week and that was plenty. I didn't get any
hair on my legs or face and just a little under my arms, my pubic hair
liked to grow fast though and that was where I shaved. I loved being
smooth all over, especially between my thighs, and Christian didn't
mind it at all. He thought I was pretty sexy like that.

"You're so wet, baby!" Christian chuckled as he found my cock leaking
precum like crazy.

"Make it hard for me!" I gasped happily as Christian pulled the
foreskin back and rubbed the sensitive head of my penis with his
thumb.

"I will," he promised.

He was fucking me slowly, but real steady too, in and out while
massaging my cock in time with his thrusts. After a minute, if even
that, I was long and stiff in Christian's gentle fist, my girlish
penis swollen to its full five inches and that was so small compared
to his. I'd felt a little self-conscious about that the first time
Christian had undressed me and it had been even smaller then.

He'd told me it was beautiful like the rest of me, a pretty cock for a
pretty girl, and then Christian had shown me just how much he liked it
by giving me head for about an hour. I'd cum three times before he was
done and then he'd taken me home without even showing me his. That had
been on our fourth date and I was so in love that it hurt sometimes.
I'd practically begged Christian to take my cherry and that hadn't
hurt at all, or if it did, I couldn't remember it. And if it was
weird, a twenty-four year old married man dating a fourteen year old
transsexual-in-the-making, it was perfect for us. Christian was my
first and only boyfriend and I'd never want another.

"Oh! Keep doing that and I'm going to cum!" I warned him and Christian
just laughed.

"I want you to cum on me," he said. "Let's do...this..."

"Now I know why we have sex all the time," I giggled as he pushed and
pulled me around.

"Why?" Christian asked, lying on his back now as I straddled his cock,
guiding him back into my horny boy pussy.

"Cause you're too cheap to buy a Twister game," I said and then
groaned happily as I lowered myself back down.

I took every inch until I sat flush against his body, Christian's wiry
pubic hair tickling my balls as they rested beneath my hard cock. I
reached behind me, putting my hands on his muscular thighs and started
riding his dick slowly, arching my back as Christian took my penis in
his hand and started jerking me off. We'd made love like this more
than a lot and it was a really good way to do it.

"You told me you don't like games," Christian said. "Otherwise..."

"You'd buy it?" I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Sure," he agreed, "anything you want, Kelly."

"I wish!"

"I wish I had a camera."

"What?" I pushed myself all the way down again, wincing slightly, but
not with anything but pleasure.

"I want to see us fucking," Christian said. "I bet we look good
together."

"Like I don't have enough to worry about?" I rolled my eyes, "That
would be all I need."

"What?"

"Pictures of me on the internet or something," I said. "One of those
post-your-girlfriend-naked sites."

I was having a hard time getting the words out and Christian just
grinned at me. My cock was throbbing now and soaked with the precum he
was spreading around. The foreskin made a wet snapping sort of sound
as it covered and then exposed the glans, like the louder slap of my
ass as I pushed down harder and faster, riding that cock eagerly as
the pleasure mounted for both of us.

"Are you close?" Christian breathed and I nodded, swallowing thickly
and any second I was going to lose it. "Cum for me, baby. Shoot your
cum all over me, Kell...I want to see you cum..."

"Ohhh ah!" I shut my eyes tightly, slamming my ass down on that long
fat prick and grinding like crazy.

"Fuck yeah! Shoot it, girl!" Christian kept stroking my girlish cock,
keeping his fingers tight around it as I began to cum.

Sperm flew out the tip of my penis in rapid spurts, the first reaching
his chest and the rest weaker, but it was a lot anyway. We hadn't seen
each other in a long three days. My whitish orgasm stained Christian's
flushed skin with streaks and blobs of semen, and a lot of it
eventually spilled across his fingers and into the nest of black hair
beneath me. He pressed my cock down, rubbing it wetly against his
skin, smearing my cum around so he could wear it while we fucked.

"Here, baby...Fuck, you're tits are bigger," Christian smiled as he
brought his cum covered fingers to my small breasts, rubbing my sperm
over my nipples.

"Uh-huh," I licked my lips, still feeling all hot and fuzzy from my
orgasm.

"Fuck me good now, I want to cum too," my boyfriend said, holding my
hips and urging me to ride him hard again.

My cock was soft now, slapping his belly while we made love and soon
Christian had pulled me close, wanting to kiss me as my spermy tits
rubbed his chest. I opened my mouth for his tongue and Christian's
hands went to my ass, lifting me slightly and then pulling me back
down when he thrust up, really driving his cock inside me hard. He was
tongue fucking me while his cock plundered my asshole relentlessly and
it wasn't going to take him long. In just a few moments I felt his
arms encircling my back, pulling me tightly to his body while his cock
jerked inside me.

I squeezed my butt around him, massaging his spasming prick with my
rectum, which hadn't been a hard trick to learn at all. I loved
milking his balls, as I liked to think of it, and Christian was
filling me with his creamy seed. Our kiss grew languid then, lazy and
soft as we caught our breath in each other's arms. I was never so
happy as I was then, I thought. He was going to leave his wife and
move in with me. I'd be free and with someone who loved and understood
me completely. We could even get married maybe, if the world ever came
to its senses. Wouldn't that be nice, I wondered, to be a wife and we
could adopt children and...

I fell asleep in Christian's arms with his cock still deep inside me.

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

"Your radio's still broke," I said, pushing the scan button and
hearing nothing.

"Stupid radio," Christian said. He was getting into the car for the
drive back to Los Angeles and I wasn't looking forward to going home.

We came down out of the mountains and onto the main road. There was a
small town there, just a gas station and a bar, a few houses maybe,
and that was about all. Christian needed to get gas so he pulled into
the service station, a Texaco and as soon as he stopped by the pumps a
man was yelling at us.

"Get the hell out of here!" He was holding a shotgun and pointing it
at us, which about made my heart stop.

"What?" Christian stared at him and then we took off, that little
Corvette of his spitting gravel and then squealing on the asphalt.

"What was that?" I swallowed hard, looking behind us and Christian was
looking too.

"I dunno," he said. "Shit."

It took me a while to get calmed down. I'd never seen a gun before,
much less had one pointed at me. I licked my lips and leaned over,
looking at the gas gauge and wondering if a quarter of a tank was a
lot or a little. I didn't even have a driver's license yet.

"We got enough gas?" I asked Christian and he shrugged.

"No," he said, "we need to get some. There's another town about ten
miles up the road."

"I hope they're friendly."

"Yeah," Christian agreed, "me too."

The next town, at another junction where the county road met an old
interstate highway, was crazy. It was like rush hour in Long Beach or
something, with cars everywhere, trucks too. They were in both lanes,
but all going east, away from Los Angeles, nobody was going towards
it. There was a lot of honking and yelling. People were running around
the gas station there, stealing stuff it looked like. We were about a
quarter mile away probably; up on a rise overlooking it and I didn't
want to go down there at all.

"Christian," I said softly, "I'm scared."

"Me too," Christian nodded. "I don't know what's going on, but..."

"Hey! Give us a ride! Hey!"

Some voices interrupted him and we both looked as a couple guys were
running up the road towards us, yelling and holding up their hands
like telling us to stop. We were already stopped though and Christian
and I were both kind of frozen, I think, trying to understand. Then I
knew I didn't want anyone running up to the car and I reached for
Christian's leg at the same time as he gunned the engine and popped
the clutch, making a real sharp and fast U-turn away from those two
guys.

"What do you think they wanted?" I asked, feeling like I was going to
cry and not knowing why. I was so scared I could hardly breathe.

"Probably the car," Christian almost laughed, but it wasn't funny and
we both knew it.

"Where are we going?"

"We gotta get gas, baby," Christian looked at me.

"That guy had a gun!"

"He won't shoot us," Christian said and I wanted to believe it. "He
won't shoot us for no reason."

"What if he does?" I asked. "What if he knows the reason and we
don't?"

"What? Uh...Shit, I dunno. Okay?" Christian was trying to think.

"I wanna go home," I said. "Take me home, Christian."

"I will," He promised. "Just...We gotta get gas and find out what's
going on first."

I wanted to say more but there wasn't anything else to say. I just sat
there and the sun was going down. We didn't have any food left. I
didn't even have any clothes except what I was wearing. I had about
thirteen dollars in my purse and I didn't know what Christian had,
probably credit cards mostly. What if credit cards didn't work
anymore?

"What if the radio's not broke?" I asked suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Like, what if there's no more radio cause..." I narrowed my eyes,
trying to think, "...there's no more radio stations?"

"What?" Christian shook his head. "We were in LA yesterday, remember?
The radio stations were there and the radio didn't work."

"Yeah," I frowned, "but what if they weren't? Or if they were like
broken somehow and then..."

"Kell...Kelly, relax."

"I can't," I said, feeling my eyes getting wet.

"There it is," Christian said a few minutes later.

He was driving slowly, pulling into the gas station again, and I was
wiping at my cheeks and eyes. I wasn't totally losing it, but I was
going to if I didn't find out what was going on. The world wasn't
supposed to be like this.

"Get outta here!" The guy was yelling from the open door now and still
holding his shotgun.

"Don't shoot!" Christian yelled back. "We just want some gas!"

"Ain't no gas," the man said loudly, but at least he wasn't yelling,
"ain't no electricity."

"What?" Christian was holding his hands up, off the steering wheel,
and I was peering around him. "What's going on?"

"You better get out of here now," the man with gun said, "I don't want
to hurt you."

"Please, hold on. Just...Just tell us. Please?" Christian asked and then
Christian grabbed my arm, giving me a little jerk. "Look, I got my
girlfriend here, she's pregnant."

I blinked at that, but I wasn't gonna say anything.

"Hmph." The guy didn't look impressed, but then he cocked his head
like he was listening to someone else. "Just get out slow, the both of
ya."

"He's gonna shoot us!" I whispered, clutching Christian's arm. "I
don't want to get out."

"I don't think he's going to shoot us, Kell," Christian said, but he
didn't look too eager to get out either.

"Come on, if you want gas, we gotta pump it manual," the guy told us
and he kinda jerked the barrel of his shotgun.

"You'll sell us some gas?" Christian asked and the guy nodded.

"Maybe, let me see ya first," the man said. "Be quick, it ain't gonna
be too safe around here tonight."

"We gotta get gas," Christian told me. "You'll be okay, Kelly."

"I'm scared," I said needlessly. "I don't like this."

"Me neither, but we gotta do it."

We got out of the car slowly, holding our hands up like the man was
arresting us. He was older, in his forties I guess, maybe older, and
looked like any other guy. Except for the gun.

"You're pregnant, huh?" he was looking at me and I was shaking like a
leaf and ready to start crying again. "Okay, yeah. Sorry about this."

He looked genuinely sorry as we walked towards him and he pointed the
shotgun down at the ground. I could see there was a woman behind him,
just inside the store, and she looked pretty frightened, but a little
concerned too as she looked at me. I guessed she probably had her own
kids someplace and she was thinking about them, maybe a girl like me.

"What's going on?" Christian asked and we stopped maybe ten feet away.
"We got down to the interstate and it was crazy."

"Gonna be crazy here too, soon as somebody looks at a map," the man
said. "Only good thing is this road don't go hardly anywhere anyway."

"I just want to go home," I said in a small voice.

"Get your car, bring it around the back way, there's a hand pump we
can use." The guy looked at me, "Where's your home at?"

"In LA," I told him, "by Studio City."

"Hmph," the man looked over his shoulder at his wife.

"What?" I asked him.

"There ain't no Los Angeles anymore," he said. "It's all gone, least
that's what I heard."

"What?" I felt dizzy.

"Highway Patrol came through about two hours ago," the guy said,
"telling us to stock up and hide."

"Hide?" I stared at him, thinking he was joking. This was all a dream.

"From the aliens," the man nodded and he was already walking around to
the back of the station while Christian was getting back in the car. I
couldn't tell if he believe the man or not.

"Come in here and sit down," the woman said, "I'll get you something
to drink."

It was too late for that though because I just collapsed mostly,
landing on my butt on the gravel. Aliens? There aren't any aliens,
everybody knows that. Los Angeles is fine. My parents are fine.
Everything is fine. So why was I sitting in the dirt feeling like I
was going to throw up?

"Here now, come on," she was gentle, the woman, and she pulled me to
my unsteady feet. "We don't know what's going on. There's no radio or
television since yesterday, the electricity went off last night.
Nobody knows, so we'll just sit down..."

She was speaking to herself as much as to me, I realized, and trying
to reassure both of us at once. I found myself sitting on a stool in
the little store they had there, leaning heavily on the glass
countertop. I put my head on my crossed arms while she put a can of
Seven-Up in front of me.

"That might settle your stomach," she said and I wondered why my
stomach would be upset. "I had three babies, got sick with every one
of them too."

She was thinking about them and I shook my head.

"I'm not pregnant," I told her. "My boyfriend just said that cause we
need gas."

"Oh."

"Sorry," I sighed, wondering if I could still have the soda, but I
wasn't thirsty anyway. Just really scared and confused.

"Don't have to be sorry about that," she smiled bravely. "You look a
little young for it anyway."

"Yeah," I tried to smile back and decided to drink some just for good
manners. "You think it's really gone?"

"I don't know," she closed her eyes for a second. "I hope not."

"Me too."

"Do you have someplace else to go?"

"No," I said, "I don't think so. My mom and dad are there."

"My kids," she nodded. "My oldest just had a little girl a couple
months ago. Ruby Ann. Named her after me."

"That's a nice name. Ruby."

"Silly kids," she smiled again. "Anyway, they're okay."

"Yeah," I agreed, drinking some Seven-Up, "they're okay."

We sat for a while, I don't know how long, before Christian and the
other man came in through the back door. Christian was a little red
faced and sweaty, not smiling neither.

"You ready to go, Kelly?" Christian asked me and the woman was moving
then.

"You take some food with you, some water too," Ruby said.

"Yeah, I guess so," I answered Christian, watching the woman as she
started filling a paper bag, just grabbing some canned food and stuff
like that.

"Get a flashlight, some of those batteries there," the man said,
pointing at a rack nearby and Christian did as he was told. "Those
people get up here, it's gonna be like locusts come through."

"Are you staying?" I asked him.

"That's our house back there," he nodded towards the back door, "our
kids come looking..."

"We have to stay," Ruby agreed and she was handing me the bag.

"We're gonna go up Lake Road for the night," Christian told them. "We
got a cabin up there, if you need some help or anything..."

"Thanks," the man nodded. "You just lock the door and keep a close eye
on your girl. All the crazies will be out, you know that."

"Crazies?" I swallowed hard.

"Ed!" Ruby frowned at him. "She ain't scared enough yet?"

"Sorry," the man dropped his chin and gave me a little look. "I just
mean, you gotta be careful now. It ain't gonna bring out the best in
folks."

"Yeah, we got that figured out," Christian said. "Thanks for the gas
and..."

"Right, well, if it's all a big joke, you come back and we'll settle
your bill," Ed chuckled ruefully. "Take care of yourselves."

"You too," Christian fumbled with the flashlight as the man offered
his hand.

"They're okay," I whispered as Ruby gave me a little hug, but she
didn't say anything, just nodded.

I was both happy and frightened to be away from that place and I found
myself worrying that Ruby and her husband might be in danger. Whatever
was going on, Ed clearly expected a lot of trouble from other people.
Some of them anyway and I guess we'd seen a bit of that at the
interstate, but bad things brought out the best in some people too and
I hoped the man and his wife would be okay.

The not knowing was the worst part. I'd grown up with the television
always on. If anything was happening anywhere, I knew about it and I'd
never cared. Now I couldn't find out anything and I was frustrated by
it.

"We shouldn't have come up here," I decided. "We shoulda gone to the
beach."

"Well, we didn't," Christian looked at me.

"It's your fault."

"My fault? Kelly, no. Come on."

"I shoulda been home!" I was crying again and this time for real
because we were going completely the wrong direction.

"Shhh..." Christian reached for me but I jerked away.

"What did you bring me up here for?" I asked him. "God! What if my mom
and dad are hurt or something? What if they need me?"

"They'd want you to be safe," Christian spoke gently. "They'd be happy
you're here. If anything happened to LA, they'd want you to be here."

"I told my mom I was dead," I was crying again. "When I left."

"Kell..." Christian sighed and rubbed my leg.

I didn't say anything else and we rode back up to the cabin in
silence. There wasn't any electricity there anyway, which was why we
hadn't known anything about anything. There were candles though and we
had the fireplace. We ate some baked beans and crackers from the bag
Ruby had given us and it wasn't much of a dinner.

"Where are we going to go?" I asked Christian, lying by the fire and
curled up in his arms.

"I don't know," he admitted. "We can't stay here though. We don't have
any food."

"Yeah."

"Tomorrow morning I'll look at the map, see what's around here."

"You think there's really aliens?" I asked him. "You think they blew
up Los Angeles?"

"No," Christian pulled me a little tighter, pressing his face against
my hair. "I think something happened though. Earthquake maybe,
something like that."

"I didn't hear anything last night," I said. "I didn't feel anything."

"Yeah, probably it's just a joke or something," Christian said, but I
don't think he believed it.

"What if it is aliens?" I wondered. "You think we can beat them?"

"Kelly," he gave me a frustrated laugh, "I don't know. We always win
in the movies, right?"

"In our movies," I sighed, "but what about their movies?"

"Okay," Christian took a breath, "let's say there's aliens and they
blew up LA and New York and the President. We can't do anything about
it, right?"

"Don't say that stuff."

"That's what you're saying," he told me. "It doesn't help does it?"

"Don't have to get mad," I was frowning.

"I'm not mad, Kell. I'm just...Scared, like you, okay? I love you."

"Okay."

"You're okay?" Christian was rubbing my back slowly, kissing me gently
and it felt good being touched. Not in a sexy way, but in a comforting
way.

"I said I was," I looked up at him, "I just wish I had some clothes."

"Heh."

"Seriously," I smiled, trying real hard to lighten up, "disaster
strikes and all I'm wearing is a yellow bikini?"

"Yeah," Christian laughed, "that's pretty cool."

"You think so, huh?" I giggled. "God! If I lose my shorts I won't even
have pockets."

"So you gotta stay with me. I'm the pocket guy."

"Yeah?" I bit my lip, "What's in this pocket?"

"Ohhh...Careful, baby!"

"So that's where the flashlight went," I was unzipping his jeans. "I
hope it's got fresh batteries."

"What got you in a mood all of a sudden?" Christian wondered and I
shrugged.

"I just want to forget for awhile, alright?" I looked into his eyes by
the light of the fire. "Can you make me forget?"

"Yeah," my boyfriend kissed my lips softly, "I can do that, Kelly."

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

"You're thinking about her, huh?" I'd been awake for about half an
hour, pretending to be asleep while I watched Christian.

"Good morning," he turned his head from the window where he was
sitting. "Sleep okay?"

"It's alright. I understand."

"I'm boiling water on the fire," Christian was getting up. "It's
probably hot already."

Of course he was thinking about his wife; they'd been married for five
years. He still loved her a little, I knew that. He always would. I
stretched, standing there naked and Christian smiled at my morning
erection, which I only got sometimes after I started taking the pills
and usually only if I really needed to pee. I looked around for my
bikini, but decided I didn't need it. I was just going to pee off the
porch anyway.

"Do you want coffee or cocoa?" Christian asked me, watching my butt
wiggle as I kind of shivered my way to the door. It was colder than I
expected.

"We got cocoa?" I grinned at him over my shoulder, hugging myself. "I
want that."

"Okay. Twinkies or um, Ho-Ho's?"

"Heh," I opened the door and stepped outside. "I can't make a decision
like that on a full bladder."

I went to the end of the porch, kind of standing tip-toe and putting
my dick over the railing, which was at exactly the wrong height. That
made it hard to relax and so I sort of bent my knees to get under it,
but that wasn't comfortable either and my penis was hard as a rock. So
I stroked it a little, just because that felt good, and walked back to
the steps and onto the grass, which was real cold and wet with dew.

"How hard is it to pee?" I wondered, looking up as if God would cut me
a little slack already.

And then something flew over the cabin. It wasn't a flying saucer,
although I didn't get a real good look at it, and it wasn't an
airplane, I knew that. It was humming, like an insect, a mosquito in
my ear, except bigger somehow. It was fast too, there and gone even as
I tried to understand what I saw. About three seconds later two jets
flew over, definitely jets and they were just a couple blurs there and
gone and I didn't hear them at all until there was a loud crash of
thunder. A sonic boom that made the cabin shake, I hoped, or else
somebody was blowing something up and that would be bad.

"What was that?" Christian came outside quickly and I'd forgotten
about peeing, I just stood there holding my softening dick.

"I saw the aliens," I said. "They're fighting."

"What?"

"Some jets were chasing it."

"Really?" Christian kinda blinked at that. "What did they look like?"

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"Let's go inside, I made your cocoa," Christian was looking up too,
but there wasn't anything to see but blue sky through the tree tops.

"We're fighting them," I felt almost happy as I drank hot chocolate
and ate a Twinkie slowly. "The air force was chasing one of them. I
hope they shot it down."

"Sounds like a movie," Christian said and he was sipping coffee and
looking at a map. We were sitting close to each other on the floor.

"Yeah," I frowned. "You think they got shields and stuff?"

"Shields? No, not if it was trying to get away."

"Yeah," I smiled, "it was definitely running away. Maybe we're
winning. Stupid aliens."

"Huh," he looked at me and sometimes Christian forgot I was just
turned sixteen. I did too. "Well, we can go north, stay on this road
out here and get to Bakersfield eventually, that isn't too far."

"Bakersfield?"

"Just on the other side of the mountains."

"And then what?" I wondered.

"And then we'll find out what's going on maybe," he said. "Bakersfield
is kinda big anyway."

"I never been there," I took another bite of the Twinkie.

"Me neither," Christian shrugged, "but I don't think we want to go the
other way yet."

"I shoulda asked Ruby if I could borrow some clothes."

"It's gonna be hot anyway," my boyfriend chuckled, eyeing my puffy
nipples as I sat there and they were dark now, swollen with love bites
from the night before.

"Maybe I'll just go topless," I teased him, pinching my right nipple
and pulling it out.

"I dare ya," Christian picked up my half eaten Twinkie and rubbed some
of the cream filling on my left nipple.

"Hey!" I giggled and then he leaned over, taking my tittie into his
mouth and sucking it hard, washing the sweetness away with his tongue
while I stroked his thick black hair.

"Mmmm...That's a good breakfast."

"I got a Twinkie for you," I said softly, "if you really want it."

"You are a Twinkie," Christian sighed.

"Be nice!" I laughed and pushed his head down because my girl cock was
hard again, straining for attention and maybe it was just stress or
something.

"Give me some of that cream filling," he whispered just before
enveloping my penis entirely in his hot wet mouth.

That was the nice thing about having a rather smallish and pretty
penis, my boyfriend could get all of it into his mouth easily and I
just fell back onto the sheepskins, letting Christian make me feel
good. He wasn't really gay, I didn't think, neither of us were. He
just loved my cock because it was a part of me and I was a girl in my
head. A girl in my heart.

"Ohhh my balls, yeah..." I sighed softly, feeling my cock slide over
Christian's rough, unshaven face like it was sandpaper.

It tickled and made me shiver, but that could have been his tongue
rolling my smallish testes in his mouth. He took my whole sack inside,
sucking my scrotum and balls gently. Christian's hands moved along my
spread thighs and over my flat tummy all the while too. He was really
good at that stuff and I was biting my bottom lip and moaning, lifting
my butt off the floor.

"Hmmm..." Christian moved back to my penis and then he was just blowing
me, sliding his tight lips up and down my pink shaft.

His tongue working along the underside, around the sensitive head as
the foreskin peels back. I held Christian's head in my hands, humping
his mouth, fucking him faster and faster until I thought I was going
to die. My balls tightened and then I was cumming hard, my cocky
spurting into the man's mouth and he swallowed quickly, taking all of
my cock and holding me there with his hands under my clenched ass.

"Ahhh fuck!" I gasped and my heart was pounding.

That hadn't taken us very long at all, three minutes maybe and I
wished I could have lasted longer, but I never did. Christian made me
feel so good and I'd forgotten everything else for that short time.
There was just me and my boyfriend and his sweet sucking mouth on my
throbbing penis and the world should have been like that always.

Christian cleaned me slowly, gathering every drop of my semen, washing
my penis and balls clean until he lifted his smiling face and my soft
cock fell onto my tummy with a wet plop. He slid up my body and kissed
me then, letting me lick his mouth and taste myself there. It was
nice, a good way to come down after a really intense orgasm and I
loved him so much. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling Christian's
cock hard through his boxers and my asshole was still greasy from the
night before. I hadn't washed myself yet.

"Is this wrong?" I asked him, feeling Christian working to free his
erection and bring it to my hot little hole.

"No," Christian shook his head.

"I feel..." I sighed, "...guilty. Doing this when everybody else might
be..."

"Shhh..." Christian kissed me, "...it's okay, Kelly. We don't have to cry
all the time."

"I know," I nodded, "but...I don't know."

"Yeah."

Christian pushed into my ass slowly and I was a little sore down
there, a little stiff maybe and it felt like a weak cramp at first,
but then he was inside me and it was okay. We made love again and
maybe that was what we needed, more than just what we wanted.

"Get your legs up, baby," Christian said. "I want to feel you all the
way inside."

"You are all the way inside!" I giggled, but I knew what he meant.

I soon had my knees over his shoulders and that way Christian could
get as deep as possible, so far that his cockhead hit bottom everytime
and it was so good it almost hurt like that. His big dick finding
something soft and sensitive, the pillow of pleasure deep in my ass. I
was gasping happily and clutching him eagerly for more. He had me
pinned down and helpless, a sensation I always enjoyed. My man was
taking me like a real woman and that made me feel special.

We stared into each other's eyes while we fucked and I knew Christian
wasn't thinking of anyone or anything but me. Not like when he fucked
his wife. He was mine. Christian belonged to me and I was wrapped
around his manhood, urging him breathlessly to fill me with his thick
sperm. He was going to make me cum too. Not a real orgasm with my
penis, but something else, something distinctly female and uniquely
mine maybe. Just an overwhelming pleasure that stole my senses
completely, leaving me hot and dizzy and crying softly beneath him.

When Christian came he was kissing my eyes, thrusting his cock hard
inside me even while he ejaculated into my body. It was beautiful and
violent and tender all at once. His semen filled my ass and I squeezed
his cock hard with my soft muscles, milking the man for every drop. I
wanted all of him inside me and forever.

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

"This is weird," I decided, looking left and right as we sat on an
overpass above the highway.

"Yeah," Christian nodded left, towards the north. "Bakersfield is that
way, about fifteen miles maybe."

"There's no cars or trucks or anything."

"I know."

"You think they blew up Bakersfield too?" I asked and Christian just
shook his head.

"I don't know, baby."

"I better put my top on," I said, like that was going to make me feel
better somehow.

The highway was deserted. There weren't even abandoned cars, or burned
up ones or anything. There weren't any at all and this was a big
highway, two lanes going north and south with a big grassy median
between them. I don't think I'd ever seen a totally empty highway
before and it was scary simply because it was so very odd.

"What's that?" I was looking straight ahead and there were flashing
lights in the distance. "An accident or something?"

"I don't think so," Christian said slowly.

"That's the army!" I leaned forward, "Look there's soldiers and
everything!"

"Yeah."

We were driving slowly and it was a roadblock, and as we got closer
there were a lot of cars pulled over, into the ditches and a couple
empty fields nearby. Like a thousand cars, just sitting there with the
sun reflecting off the windows. On the road there were sandbags piled
up with barbed wire, and a tank looking thing, except it didn't have a
really big gun, just a smaller one, but it still looked dangerous.
Some tents were there too and a big sign that said "STOP" so that's
what we did, especially since some of the soldiers were pointing guns
at us.

"We're not in trouble, are we?" I wondered and I felt excited and
happy to see soldiers, but scared too. I was always scared now it
seemed like.

"I don't know, Kelly," Christian turned off the engine as about ten
guys came towards us.

"Get out of the vehicle," a man shouted, an officer maybe, except they
all looked the same. They were all green.

"We better do what they say," Christian told me and I nodded, opening
my door and grabbing my purse.

"Hi," Christian offered, because what do you say in a situation like
that?

"Are you armed?" The soldier asked, coming closer now while his men
watched us, looking down the long barrels of their rifles and I didn't
like that.

"No, we don't have any guns or anything," Christian replied and I was
shaking my head, moving to stand next to my boyfriend.

"There's a curfew in effect, do you know about that?" the soldier
asked and a couple of his men came closer and one was pulling me away
from Christian.

"We don't know anything," I said and the soldier was checking my
shorts, just patting me with his hands since all I had on was my
bikini underneath my cutoffs.

"No, we just came out of the mountains, up near Weather Springs,"
Christian was saying and a soldier was frisking him too.

"There's martial law now," the soldier said as his men stepped back,
telling him we were clean. "You live around here?"

"We live in Los Angeles," Christian said.

"Is it still there?" I asked, looking at the man and he was young,
like Christian. His soldiers were even younger, but they were relaxed
now, not pointing their guns at us anymore.

"LA?" the officer looked at me. "No. It's gone."

"What?" I blinked at him, cause I'd really been expecting him to say
yeah, it was there. It was fine.

I was throwing up then, everything just coming up all at once and I
was shaking. My eyes were wet and the soldier closest to me stepped
back while Christian moved to hold me.

"The aliens blew it up, like in the movies, you know?" A soldier said,
the one who'd checked Christian. "A lot of other places too."

"Why?" Christian asked them and the soldiers didn't know.

"You'll be resettled," the officer said. "Just leave your car."

"Resettled?" I spit on the ground and wiped my mouth, and my stomach
hurt so bad I could barely stand up straight.

"It's mostly done now," one of the soldiers said. "Come on, we got a
humvee over here."

"What's done?" Christian asked, putting his arm around my waist and we
were both in shock as much as anything, kind of numb and just doing
what they told us to.

"The war," the officer told us, walking slowly with us.

"We beat them?" I blinked at the man and that almost made me feel
better, except mostly I was thinking of my parents and I was gonna be
sick again.

"No," he shook his head, "we surrendered this morning."

"What?" Christian stopped and I pretty much fainted about then.

"Hey, drink this," Christian was putting some tepid water to my lips
from a plastic bottle.

"What happened?" I said after a weak swallow and I looked around.

I was lying on a hardwood floor, my head in Christian's lap as he
leaned against a wall. It was a gymnasium, like at my high school,
with basketball hoops and folding bleachers and all that. There were a
lot of people in there too, but it was quiet except for some crying
babies, some kids playing jacks or something in a far corner.

"You passed out," Christian said, stroking the hair out of my eyes.

"He said we surrendered."

"Yeah," my boyfriend nodded, "that's what they're saying. The whole
planet surrendered or something."

"I want my mom," I closed my eyes.

"I know, baby," Christian held me and I was crying.

"If your last name begins with H, I, J, or K..." a loud voice filled the
gym, a soldier with a little megaphone, "...form a line right here and
you will be processed."

"What does that mean?" I looked up into Christian's brown eyes and he
didn't know.

"I don't know," he shrugged.

"Do I have to go?" I wondered.

"No, stay with me."

"But my last name is Jenner," I reminded him. "What if I get in
trouble?"

"They took our names," Christian whispered. "You didn't have any ID so
I told them you're my wife. You're Kelly Michaels now, okay?"

"We're married?" I blinked at him and Christian gave me a small smile.

"We gotta stay together, right?"

"Yeah, you can't leave me," I agreed.

"Then we're married."

"Okay," I said and that actually made me feel good. "But what if they
find out I'm a boy?"

"We'll say we got married in San Francisco," Christian grinned and
that made me giggle.

"I always wanted to marry you," I sighed, "but not like this."

"I know," Christian dropped his head to kiss my lips softly. "Just
don't forget, okay?"

"I won't," I promised, saying my new name in my head.

Kelly Michaels. It sounded nice and I'd practiced saying it before, so
many times alone in my bed at night. I was happy, a small part of me.
Christian wasn't going to lose me. He was going to keep me safe. I was
unhappy too though, thinking about my parents and how my dad had hated
me. How mom had fought with me, trying to change me all the time, and
none of us understanding why it had to be like that. I loved them and
missed them. I tried to remember the last time I'd told my mom and dad
I loved them and I couldn't.

That made me cry again and Christian knew I had to.

There were small knots of people, men mostly, but women too, standing
around or sitting and talking. Christian didn't want to leave me, but
he wanted to try and find out what was going on. He wanted to see if
anyone knew anything and so I let him go, promising I'd be okay so
long as I could still see him. I felt kind of bad, being weak like I
was and crying all the time. I didn't want Christian to have to baby
sit me, so I nodded and gave him a little push, telling him to find
something out so we'd know more than we did.

There was food there. Some soldiers brought in McDonalds, of all
things. I wasn't hungry though and the rich sweet smell filled the
air. Ever notice that? How sweet McDonalds smells? I never did before,
but after that I'd never forget. Nobody was eating very much, except
for the kids. They'd brought Happy Meals too, the soldiers, and so
there were little windup Hamburglars walking around. Clowns in
racecars zooming across the floor and bumping into people's legs, and
that seemed sort of funny for some reason.

"Well," Christian was back a short time later, "some guys were saying
the aliens blew up just a few places, the biggest cities, like LA and
New York..."

"Why?" I asked him and he shrugged.

"...Just to make a point, I guess," Christian said. "One guy thought
maybe they just wanted to cripple us, you know, make us more worried
about surviving than fighting. I don't know."

"So they're not gonna kill everybody?" I swallowed hard because that
was sort of what I thought they were doing.

"I don't think so. Some guy, this professor or something, he said the
aliens probably need people."

"Need us for what?"

"Well, they didn't come here for no reason, right?" Christian looked
at me and I didn't know. "They're not here just because they're evil,
they want something. Resources, like oil maybe or iron, food, who
knows?"

"So..." I narrowed my eyes, "...what? They're like gonna make slaves out
of everybody?"

"Maybe," Christian sighed. "Nobody knows much more than we do, it's
all guessing."

"I hate guessing," I frowned, curling up against him.

"Me too, Kell. Do you want to eat something?"

"No."

"You should eat. I'll get you something; we don't know what's gonna
happen."

I did eat a little bit of a quarter pounder, but it was hard. My tummy
was all knotted up and Christian didn't eat a whole lot himself. We
didn't say much either, mostly we just sat there looking at all the
other people. They were all from Los Angeles too it seemed like,
displaced persons now, without a home or families. We were all sad and
it was depressing just being there.

"Can I have your attention please? If your name ends in L, M, or N..."
the soldier with the megaphone was back, "...please form a line here by
the doors and we'll get you processed. No questions please. Just L, M,
and N's now."

"That's us, right?" I looked at Christian and he nodded.

"You ready?"

"I'm scared," I tried to smile.

"It'll be okay, maybe we can find out more," Christian was standing
slowly and then helping me to my feet.

There were about sixty of us, I guess, forming a long line and we
really were in a school. We walked down a hallway, shuffling quietly
past finger paintings and little drinking fountains and then we had to
wait before going into one of the four classrooms the army was using.
Some people went in one at a time, the people by themselves, but
families went into a room together and I was relieved by that.

"Next..." a soldier came for us and Christian held my hand. "...Names?"

"Uh, Christian and Kelly Michaels," Christian told the soldier and he
had a clipboard and he found us on it.

"Through here, please," he guided us into one of the classrooms

There were two men in there, one an army officer and the other in
civilian clothes, a rumpled suit and loose tie. They looked tired and
bored, as I suppose they had to after doing this all day long. The
army guy asked for our names and he had his own list, checking us off
with a pen after Christian told him.

"What happened..." I started asking and the army guy just held up his
hand.

"Look, everybody's got a million questions. All I know is aliens are
here. They destroyed a number of large cities all over the world,
including Los Angeles, New York, and Chicago. The President
surrendered and we're in the process of meeting their terms."

"Ow!" I looked down and the civilian guy had stabbed me with a needle
while I was looking at the army guy.

"What are you doing?" Christian started getting up and the army guy
waved him down.

"DNA sampling," the civilian told us. "We have to get it from every
single person. Hold out your arm please."

"Why?" I blinked at the soldier, rubbing my arm and it had just been a
prick really, not that bad.

"We don't know," the army guy told us as Christian had his arm pricked
as well. "The aliens want a catalogue of DNA from everyone on earth"

The needle they used, if you could call it that, looked more like a
thick, silver ballpoint pen than anything else. The needle stabbed out
and then retracted completely back inside, and I wondered if it was
clean. It would suck to get AIDS or something on top of everything
else that was going on. That was kind of a crazy thought too though
and mostly I was feeling overwhelmed by it all. DNA from like six
billion people? What did that mean?

"You lived in Los Angeles? Do you have relatives anywhere else, other
than New York or Chicago?" The soldier looked between us and we shook
our heads. "Okay, we're going to relocate you to..."

"Don't we get a choice or something?" Christian wondered.

"One more..." The civilian was taking my arm and now he pricked my skin
again, but on the right shoulder this time.

"Ow! What's that for?" I rubbed my arm and that one had hurt a little.

"...Denver," the soldier said, writing something down.

"It's a marker," the civilian told me, as if that explained anything.
"It means the aliens have your DNA sample now and they can find you."

"What?" I stared at him, but he was doing Christian's shoulder and not
looking at me at all. "They got my DNA already?"

"Look," the army guy spoke to Christian, "you have no money, no
possessions, no nothing. There's available quarters in Denver and
you'll get a voucher from the government to buy new clothes and
whatever."

"I'm a television producer," Christian blinked at him, "what am I
going to do in Denver?"

"Find a job, take care of your wife," the soldier said. "We have about
two million people to relocate, okay? Plus we have to rebuild
everything we lost. Nobody gets to pick and choose, understand? I'm
sorry, but everyone's having a really bad day."

"Can I get my car?" Christian asked and that brought a wry smile.

"You couldn't afford the gas," the soldier said.

"Why?" I wondered.

"The government is seizing all vital resources, like gas and oil," the
civilian answered. "It'll be rationed while the country rebuilds. We
can't depend on anyone else."

"What does that mean?" I looked at Christian and he just looked back
at me.

All in all we were in there for less than fifteen minutes and I
guessed they just didn't really care about the details very much. They
just wanted to get our DNA samples and assign us to a city. The
government didn't really care who we were or what skills we had, but
having two million people without homes was a lot, until I thought
about how many people must have lived in those three cities. Two
million wasn't very many people at all then and I wondered if he'd
meant just Los Angeles survivors, or all of them put together.

We traveled by bus to the airport and there was a green air force jet
waiting for us. A lot of people were going to Denver apparently. It
wasn't really a passenger plane either. It had bench seats facing
backwards and some air force guys were there to make sure we fastened
our seatbelts and stuff. Some people were unhappy and complained
loudly, but they were ignored mostly. There was a fight outside, but I
didn't see who or ever find out why. I just heard the fighting and
then some gun shots and that made me jump, so Christian held me close.

The shock was wearing off, I thought, and the people were starting to
go a little crazy. Someone near us, the professor Christian had met
before, was explaining why the government was moving us so quickly and
to a lot of different places, not just Denver. I didn't understand,
but he sorta made sense. Dispersing the survivors, putting us in other
cities, among people who weren't suffering so directly, it would help
keep everything under control.

"These are dangerous times," the professor said softly, "and the
government knows it."

"But the war's over," some man said.

"I'm not talking about aliens," the older man replied, "I'm talking
about faith in the government, in us. All it would take is a little
push and the whole thing would collapse."

"Why?" someone else wondered, "The rest of the country is fine."

"The national and global economies are in ruins," the professor said.
"Our military was defeated. There's martial law, curfews, rationing...
The President has invoked the War Powers Act, making him a virtual
dictator. People are frightened, they're confused and hurt. One false
move and it'll be like toppling dominoes."

"He's scaring me," I whispered and I pressed my cheek against
Christian's chest because I didn't want to hear anymore.

"How do you know?" a woman challenged the professor and he shrugged.

"I teach...I used to teach...social anthropology at UCLA," he said without
humor. "This sort of thing, well, it's my specialty."

"Great. An expert," a guy muttered. "I was hoping you were a garbage
man or something."

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

"We should have gone back," I whispered.

"Hmmm?" Christian was almost asleep.

"To Los Angeles," I said. "We should have gone there just to make
sure."

"Kelly," my husband yawned, "it's almost midnight."

"They could be alive."

"No," Christian turned in the dark and hugged me, "they couldn't."

"You don't know," I said. "I saw on the TV today, they found three
people in Chicago. They were in a basement eating rats."

"You shouldn't watch that stuff."

"There's nothing else to do," I frowned.

"You could always go back to school."

"And be the only married tenth grader?" I asked sarcastically. "Let
them put me in gym class with the boys?"

"Hmph, you'd like that, huh?" Christian chuckled and he was snuggling
me nice now, sliding his hand over my tummy, beneath my thin nightie.

"I could find a job maybe," I said, "like at the mall or something."

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Christian murmured into my hair. "You
should look around."

"Are you sure?" I asked him, stretching my arms and reaching for the
headboard of our new bed.

Stretching felt good and I even pointed my toes as Christian's hand
went higher, finding my small tits and he pinched the left one gently.
I wasn't tired at all and I knew Christian was wide awake now, all he
ever needed was a little push and I was getting pretty good at that.
He probably thought this was his own idea and I smiled to myself.

"I'm sure, baby," Christian pinched my nipple harder and I arched my
back off the mattress for him. "You need a job to keep you out of
trouble."

"Ha!" I laughed and then gasped as he tugged my nipple hard, pulling
my hot flesh taut. "Do you want to tie me up again?"

"Your hands?" Christian asked and I nodded against his cheek and lips.

"My legs too," I whispered, "up high like last time."

"You like that stuff, don't you?"

"Yeah," I swallowed hard and I'd never thought about it before, not
until after we'd gotten to Denver a couple weeks before.

Christian tied my hands to the headboard, to the big round knobs at
either side of it, so that my arms were stretched wide apart. He used
some ugly neckties I'd bought just for that, ninety-nine cents each in
a red tag clearance bin, and my husband had thought I was crazy at the
time. He pushed my legs up and tied them the same way. It was
uncomfortable as my knees were touching my shoulders and my legs were
spread so wide that the tendons in my thighs ached. I liked it though.
I liked it a lot and I was already hot inside and out, my girlish cock
straining in my panties for release and my nipples throbbing with
excitement.

"Are you okay?" Christian asked me and the bedside lamps were on now.
It was midnight.

"Yeah," I breathed.

"What do you want me to do, Kell?" he asked me, sitting on his knees
close to my upturned ass, stroking my thighs slowly.

"Spank me," I told him, lifting my head as best I could to see his
brown eyes. "With the belt, okay?"

"Kelly," Christian sucked his top lip and then nodded.

"Good," I smiled at him, "yeah."

Christian enjoyed some of this, but not all of it. I wasn't even sure
if I enjoyed it as much as I told him I did, but it made me feel
better. He used his leather belt, his old one because it was soft and
supple and he doubled it over in his fist, spanking my panty covered
ass with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Ummm...uh...yeah..." I was breathing through my nose mostly, gasping
sometimes, but Christian never spanked me very hard. Not like my dad
used to.

"You're alright?" he asked.

"More," I breathed, "Harder...Call me a faggot too..."

"No."

Christian spanked me a little harder, but he wasn't going to call me
names. My ass burned from the belt, the tension building with every
stroke and I was a perfect target like that. I could see Christian's
cock hard for me as it bobbed and weaved with his movement. He was
naked and flushed, spanking me with sharp stinging slaps punctuating
our breathing.

"I'm a cocksucker," I whispered, closing my eyes tightly. "I'm a sissy
faggot. I'm a boy, not a girl. Queer bastard..."

"Enough," Christian stopped and I realized I was crying and I blinked
at him.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked. "I like it."

"I don't," Christian tossed the belt to the floor. "You're not any of
those things, Kelly."

"I know."

"It won't bring your parents back," he sighed, putting his hands on my
butt and massaging me, feeling the heat left there by his belt. "You
don't have to feel guilty about what happened."

"I don't."

"Then what is it?" Christian asked me gently. "Tell me. Talking will
work better than this, I promise."

"I don't know," I took a deep breath and my penis was going soft, even
though his hands felt really good.

"Yeah, you do."

Christian was close to me again, squeezing my ass through the thin
white cotton; his thumbs came together, rubbing my balls. He was going
to rip my panties soon, it was the only way to get them off now that I
was bound to the headboard like I was, and we were both ready for it.
He lowered his face to my crotch, licking and kissing my cock and
balls and anus through the thin fabric between us. My asshole quivered
beneath him and my leg muscles were drawn tight as I strained against
my bonds helplessly. God! I loved this, if he only he would play the
role I wanted him to.

"Tear them," I breathed and Christian sighed, knowing I wasn't ready
to talk just yet.

He took a bit of cotton in his teeth, biting to make a small hole and
then Christian used his fingers to widen it with a soft ripping sound.
He tore them completely and his tongue was quickly on my asshole,
licking me there and kissing me, making me gasp with delight and
forget everything else but our lovemaking. His nose pressed against my
balls while he sought to worm his tongue past my taut sphincter. I
wanted to hold his head and feel his thick black hair under my
fingers, but I was caught and bound and that was a pleasure as well.

Christian ate my ass for a long while, as if punishing me with
pleasure for the things I wanted him to do and say. My pretty penis
was hard again and aching, precum running freely from the tip to spill
onto my satin nightie where it bunched up on my tummy. He wetted a
finger in his mouth and pressed the digit to my asshole and then
inside, enjoying my low moaning as he fingered me slowly in and out.
His lips found my scrotum, my soft hairless sack, and Christian drew
it into his mouth, sucking my balls while he finger fucked my ass.

"Oh yessss..." I hissed between clenched teeth, jerking my body
uselessly so that the bed creaked beneath us.

"Kelly," Christian breathed my name, letting my balls fall from his
lips, and I knew he was in love.

He reached for my cock, pulling it back so it pointed upward and he
could mouth me there as well. He sucked my penis hard, moving his
tight lips up and down the pink shaft while he stretched my asshole
with another finger, working two of them inside my hungry hole. I came
quickly, too quickly, with a high pitched squeal that might have made
us giggle any other time. My swollen cock pulsed into Christian's
mouth and he didn't swallow, but rather collected my orgasm behind his
pursed lips and then brought them to my well stretched anus. I did
giggle then as he spit my cum out slowly, working my semen into my ass
with his fingers and tongue and making a sexy mess of it.

I was wet and sloppy with saliva and sperm and whatever else Christian
had done, he'd prepared me well for his cock and the man pushed into
me hard and fast. My orgasm was our lubricant and that felt insanely
good as I was only just coming down from the climax he'd given me. My
asshole protested, but only weakly and what pain I felt was quickly
replaced with the sheer ecstasy of being filled completely with my
husband's cock. He was above me, on his feet with knees bent and
fucking straight down into my ass. It was awkward and I'm sure it
would have appeared almost ludicrous as Christian had to brace himself
with his palms against the wall, but it felt amazing for both of us
and all we could see was each other.

He was cumming quickly too, after such long foreplay, and he groaned
with pleasure, shoving his cock inside me until his heavy balls rested
on my ass. I felt his sperm spreading inside me, drawn deeper into my
bowels by my position, but maybe I was only imagining that. It felt
like it anyway and we were both panting for air and smiling.

"God!" I giggled, "I'm full of cum."

"Yeah, you are," Christian agreed and he pulled out of my ass slowly
and then got on his knees, putting his face close to my asshole.

"What're you doing?"

"Looking," he smiled and then I felt his fingers inside me, feeling my
stretched rectum holding his semen like a vase.

"Is it gross?" I wondered.

"What?" Christian rebuked me with a look. "There's nothing gross about
having sex with you."

"I wish I had a real pussy," I sighed. "Would you like me better?"

"If you were a real girl?" Christian shook his head, "I love you the
way you are, if you were different..."

"What?" I asked him.

"I wouldn't have met you."

"Yeah," I smiled, "that's kind of weird, huh?"

"You're perfect just the way you are, Kelly."

"But I need bigger tits," I giggled and Christian nodded.

"Yeah, that would make you even more perfect," he agreed and then he
kissed my gaping asshole, shoving his tongue inside the spermy mess
he'd made and I rolled my big blue eyes.

"You're such a fag sometimes!" I teased him.

"Hmmmph..." Christian sighed and he was going to eat my cum filled ass
until he was hard again, and then we'd do it all over again.

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

"I got some bruises," I said taking a birth control pill with some
orange juice. "People are gonna wonder."

"Where?" Christian was fixing his tie and he'd gone from being a
television producer to an assistant programming director at a local
television station.

It didn't pay as much, but he said it was sort of the same job and we
were doing okay. The government had been as good as their word and
provided us with guaranteed loans for a house in the suburbs and free
money to furnish it with. Not a lot of money, but enough for what we
needed. I had clothes anyway and the radios and televisions worked
again, and like everyone else we were always watching the news.

"Here," I held out my wrists and there were some black and blue marks
from being tied down.

"Hmmm..." Christian frowned and took my hands in his and kissed my
wrists. "...We'll have to be more careful."

"It's not bad though," I said, "I kinda like it. Looks cool."

"You're a wild child, Kell," he said, giving me a kiss.

"And you're gonna be late."

"Yeah, shit," Christian frowned at his watch. "I really miss my car."

Everybody missed their cars, according to the news. There were
suicides because people couldn't drive anymore. All the gas was for
vital services, like the police and ambulances and whatever. There
were a lot more busses around now and they were free, so I guess that
was okay. After awhile people would probably forget they even had
their own cars. The environmentalists were happy, but only quietly
cause nobody likes getting punched in the nose.

I had a new bicycle, a real mountain bike thing with twelve speeds
that I didn't really know how to use. I liked riding around though,
except I got tired really easy. Christian said it was because we were
in the mountains, a lot higher up than we'd been in Los Angeles, so
the air was thinner. Whatever it was, I was usually breathing hard
after just a little exercise, but it was fun and I had to enjoy the
summer while it lasted. Everybody said Denver got really cold in the
winter.

About a mile away there was a little mall, not much of one, and it was
all outside. Sort of a big U-shaped building with about twenty stores
that opened up into the parking lot in the middle. Nobody parked in
the parking lot anymore, of course, so there was a flea market set up,
which was really a black market, if you were cool. The police looked
the other way mostly cause the stuff they were selling was the stuff
people needed. Like batteries, the government was rationing those too.
And coffee and sugar, a lot of imported stuff that you wouldn't even
think about. A pound of sugar was like twenty dollars now and coffee
was even more than that.

It wasn't cause they stopped growing the stuff, or making it, the
reason I heard was simply that the system countries used to move
products back and forth was broken. Like nobody really knew what a
dollar was worth anymore and so the news said a lot of people were
getting all their money out of banks and buying gold. That just made
gold more expensive and the dollar worth even less, or something. I
should have paid more attention in high school and Christian really
wanted me to enroll for the upcoming school year. That would be so
weird though.

Everything was weird, like stuff you wouldn't even think about.
Religion? That was way trippy and I'd never really gone to church or
anything, but now everybody was wondering where the aliens fit into
the bible. Did God give man dominion over the other planets too, or
just this one? Maybe he gave the aliens dominion over everything? Did
they even believe in God? I didn't know. The Pope didn't know either.
The only ones who did know were the Muslims and they hated the aliens.
They were still fighting them too, except the aliens never bothered to
show up, so mostly it was just a bunch of angry people burning
cardboard flying saucers in Iran or someplace.

That was the thing, see? Nobody even knew what these aliens looked
like. I'd seen a UFO though, so I knew they were real, but a lot of
people hadn't and so there were some people saying there weren't any
aliens at all. That the government had dropped nuclear bombs or
something on Los Angeles and the other cities just so they could take
over like in the 1984 book. Those people tended to get arrested quick
and nobody ever heard from them again, but that made more people want
to believe them. It was all insane.

But the craziest part was how normal everything seemed. People went to
work and did all the regular stuff, but it was like we were walking on
eggshells too. Everyone was frightened and still in shock, really.
Like it wasn't weird to see someone just start crying for no reason.
It would take a long time before people started to get over what had
happened, but we tried to. We pretended like we were okay and that was
the worst part. How everytime someone laughed, it was kind of forced.
Smiles came harder and went away faster. If you were watching
television and it went blank for a second, your heart stopped, or if
there was silence on the radio, like between songs...You just held your
breath until the next one started.

As soon as I came home from somewhere, night or day, the first thing I
did was turn on a light. I just wanted to see it work and mostly we
left at least one light on all the time anyway, to tell the truth.
Life did go on though and while I cried every single day, Christian
was the reason I didn't fall into a really deep hole of depression. He
loved me and I loved him and so...

"What are you taking?" the nurse at the health clinic asked me.

"Um, Norgestrel," I told her and she was looking at the papers I'd
filled out.

"Do you have your prescription?"

"No, that's why I'm here," I said and lowered my voice, "I'm from Los
Angeles and..."

"Oh," she blinked at me and she was older, with kind of graying red
hair.

"...so I don't have it."

"Okay, well, you need to be looked at by a doctor first," the nurse
said. "Have you ever had a pap smear? You left that blank."

"No, I never did," I frowned. "Do I need one?"

"No, you don't," she looked at me funny and I swallowed hard. "You're
not...Come with me."

She knew, I could see it in her eyes and I felt like running. I
didn't. I followed her into an empty examination room, walking past
half a dozen other girls, mostly in their teens and early twenties,
coming to the women's health clinic for birth control like me, but for
entirely different reasons. And I was busted.

"You're not a girl are you, sweetie?" the nurse asked me gently once
the door was closed and I shook my head.

"No. I mean, I am...but...No," I admitted softly.

I looked down at my shoes, brand new like the plaid skirt I was
wearing. New like the yellow blouse I wore and my underwear beneath,
bra and panties. Everything was new and I felt new and I just wanted a
new prescription so I could keep taking female hormones, estrogen and
progestin.

"How old are you?" she looked at my paperwork. "Are you really
sixteen?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I didn't lie about anything else."

"And you're taking the pill because..."

"I want bigger breasts," my face was reddening. "I want to be a girl."

"Have you gotten any counseling? Ever talked to anyone about this?"

"No."

"Are you thinking about having a sex change eventually?" The nurse was
sitting down and she pointed at a chair for me.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "My husband, he um, he likes me sorta the
way I am."

"You're married?" the woman smiled and she had nice green eyes.

"Yeah, not like in a church or anything, but..."

"I understand," she nodded.

"I was going to see a doctor about hormone treatment, but then..." I
cleared my throat, "...You know."

"You can see a doctor here for that," the nurse said, "but you're
going to have to get counseling as well."

"Why?" I stared at her. "I'm normal."

"I know. I'm not saying you're not, but there are factors involved,
psychological factors which can affect your health."

"I don't understand," I sighed. "I just want to look nice."

"You do look nice, Kelly," she said. "You're very pretty and I'm
sure..."

The door opened then, as much to the nurse's surprise as mine, and a
man was standing there, tall and thin and dressed like a funeral
director.

"You can't come in here!" the nurse blinked at him and she looked a
little offended actually.

"That's her," the man said and I noticed for the first time he was
holding a small device, like a pocket calculator or something.

"What are doing?" the nurse demanded, and we were both standing up.
"Who are you?"

Two other men were there too, and when the undertaker stepped back,
they stepped forward to fill the open doorway.

"Kelly Michaels?" one of them asked me.

"Yes?" I frowned at them.

"We need you to come with us, please," they were large men, one white
and the other black, with short hair and unhappy faces. They looked
like football players, except they had suits on.

"Why? Where?" I wasn't moving.

"That'll be explained later," the black man repeated, "Would you come
with us, please?"

"Can I call my husband?" I asked them softly.

I was frightened again, almost shaking and my first thought was that
they'd found out I wasn't Christian's wife at all. They were arresting
me and going to move me someplace else, wherever they'd put all the
J's, and I didn't want to go.

"Where are you taking her? Who are you people?" the nurse was still
asking, but she was frightened too.

"FBI, ma'am," the black man said and he was showing her his badge.
"Would you step back, please."

"You'll be able to contact your husband later," the white man told me.
"Let's go."

"Am I under arrest?" I asked them. "What did I do?"

"FBI?" the nurse looked from the men to me and back.

The white agent stepped into the room and took me by the arm, not
painfully, but firmly and I knew he wasn't going to let me go. He was
pulling me and I had no choice but to follow reluctantly and I looked
at the nurse.

"Call him for me?" I asked her desperately, "The number's on the paper...
Please?"

"I will," she nodded, following us until the FBI agents took me
outside and into the sunshine.

They put me in the back of a car, which surprised me. I hadn't been in
a car since Christian and I had left his Corvette sitting in the
middle of an empty highway outside Bakersfield. There were very few of
them around and that just made me more nervous because it meant
whatever was going on was serious. All kinds of thoughts filled my
head and the one I clung to was that maybe my parents were alive.

The two big men sat in the front and the thin man joined me in the
back. None of them were smiling and the doors locked automatically
with a dull thudding sound that made me jerk.

"What did I do?" I asked, looking at the man beside me just because he
was looking at me.

"You didn't do anything," he said.

"Where are we going then?" I swallowed hard.

"We don't have much time," he told me. "How old are you?"

"What?" I blinked at him.

"How old are you?" he asked again and we were driving now, pulling out
of the parking lot, driving past the people at the flea market staring
at us.

"Sixteen."

"Tell me about your medical history," he was opening a notebook. "Have
you ever been sick?"

"Yeah," I stared at him, "of course."

"What did you have?"

"I dunno, um..." I shrugged, "...chicken pox, I had colds before. Why?"

"Were you ever hospitalized for anything?"

"No, I don't think so."

"You don't have a medical condition, or physical abnormality?"

"What?" I almost laughed. "Yeah, I got seven toes on my right foot."

"Really?" he asked me seriously and I did laugh then.

"God!" I shook my head and I almost told him I had a dick, but I
wasn't gonna say that and I didn't think it was abnormal anyway.

"How about school?" he continued, "What were your grades like?"

"I dunno, C's mostly, some B's I guess. I got an A once in my home
economics class," I watched him write that down. "I made a dress, it
was nice."

"Talents? Are you especially adept at anything?"

"Adept? What are you looking for?" I asked, feeling more frustrated
now than anything else. Frustrated and confused. "I'm just me."

"I'm trying to find out what makes you different from about fifty
million other people, Miss Michaels."

"It's Mrs. Michaels," I corrected him. "Maybe that makes me
different."

"No," he shook his head, "that's not it."

"Fuck," I breathed. "I'm not different."

"Yes, you are," the man stared at me, "but we don't know why."

"Well, it's a mystery, Shaggy," I said and I was going to cry. I was
scared and angry and stressing because this wasn't supposed to happen.
I didn't even know what 'this' was.

I crossed my arms over my chest while the man kept asking me the same
questions over and over. He ignored mine and I was really frustrated
by the time we reached the airport. Enough so that I didn't even know
we were there until the car was stopping near an air force plane, much
like the one I'd ridden before with Christian, except this one was a
little smaller maybe.

"You said I could call my husband," I stared at the ladder leading up
to the open doorway of the plane.

"Let's go. Up the stairs, please," the black guy had my arm.

"This is so unfair," I licked my lips and looked around, but there
wasn't anyone else. Nobody was coming to save me. "Just tell me where
I'm going."

"We don't know," the white man told me and the tall skinny guy was
watching me from inside the car.

"I bet he does," I said and I gave the guy the finger and started
going up.

(end pt.1)

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