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Author: Paige Summter
Title: Butterflies
Part: 01
Summary: A young man experiences a series of dreams where he experiences


   some of his sexual fantasies Keywords: nosex, intro, hist, slow, tg
License: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

   The complete series will cover: M~g, M~Fg, MM~g, g~gander, g~dog, best,
tg, bd, sad, inc, ped, hist, slow

   The this is a work in progress, but since this is my first attempt at
writing fiction in English, I thought it important to seek feedback prior
to publishing the full story.

   The air had a fresh clean smell to it, it was a beautiful sunny
afternoon, the air was a little chilly, but even so, I could feel the rays
of the spring sun warming my body, even with my eyes closed I could see the
sunlight shining through my eyelids with an orange-red gleam.  I opened my
eyes and watched small puffy white clouds floating across the light blue
sky.  The soft ground, covered in lush grass in the most glorious shades of
greens, felt cool on my back.  I could hear the wind rattle the leaves of
the trees in small glen on the hilltop behind me; to my right I could hear
Rick panting, I turned my head and saw the yellow and brown collie lay
beside me, his head off the ground, watching intently the geese grazing
near the small pond at the foot of the hill, his red tongue covered in
frothing saliva, hanging out of his mouth.

   I felt so lucky and happy, this was the first really nice day of the
year, and I just hoped that I could have many days like it this summer.  I
knew I shouldn't laze on the ground like this, especially this early in the
year, when the cold of winter still lingered in the ground.  I could hear
my mother's voice in my head: "Rachel, don't lay on the bare ground, you
could get an infection or pneumonia, and besides, it does not behoove a
girl to be lazy" although the thought stirred a feeling of guilt, and made
me start to sit up, there was something else that bothered me, I didn't
really know what, but something was off.

   I got up, looked around, and saw Spot on the other side of the gaggle,
he was also watching the geese intently, Spot was almost the same size as
Rick, Spot had his name from the black patch of fur over his left eye. 
"Come Rick, let's get something to drink", I said and started to walk
towards the pond, my toe caught the hem of my skirt, causing me to fall
forwards, I barely managed to get my arms up, softening my fall.  'What the
f****', I thought, 'what's wrong, why am I wearing a skirt?' somehow this
was wrong, I didn't know why but it was wrong.

   I pulled my self off of the ground, first on all four, and then rising
up slowly, I looked down at myself, for the first time oddly enough
wondering what I looked like.  Looking down I saw I was wearing a plain
long russet-brown A-line skirt, reaching below my ankles, a plain yellowish
white blouse with a round neck gathered with a simple cotton string of the
same color, on the ground in front of me laid a mocha shawl I had dropped
as I fell.  Under the blouse I could see two small bulges, barely hinting
at the beginnings of a real buxom .  I felt my heart starting to pound at
the sight, a sense of terror rising in my body, my hands starting to shake
in sheer fright.  This was wrong, all wrong, I didn't really comprehend
why, but I knew it was wrong.

   Slowly I started to calm down again, the trembling in my hands subsided
and my heart slowed to a more reasonable pace, I picked up my the shawl and
a long thin wooden rod, The rod was a little longer than I was tall, I
circled around the grazing geese towards the pond.  My legs kept getting
caught in the skirt as I walked, either my toes got caught in the hem, or
the skirt started flapping, hindering my movement as it clung between my
legs.  I tried walking with a wide stance but that only seemed to make
matters worse, the cloth was getting even further in between my legs,
making matters even worse.  I tried with different gaits, and slowly worked
out how to best walk in this dang skirt, slow fluid motions, timed with the
flow of the skirt as I walked seemed to cause the least trouble.  The
motions felt unnatural to me, and the slow pace made me feel as if it would
take forever to reach the pond.

   Finally I reached the pond, Rick ran ahead of me, bouncing out into the
water, splashing water to all sides of him.  I stopped at the edge, feeling
the wet mud between my toes, and paused, wondering how I would be able to
reach down and get at the water without getting my skirt wet.  This skirt
business was starting to get at my nerves!, if I just kneeled down, the
skirt would get all wet, and make it even more impossible to walk.  I tried
to think back on how I had seen women do similar things, and wished I had
paid more attention to what they had done rather that trying too ogle down
the top of their blouses.

   Slowly it dawned upon me, using both hands I lifted the hem of my skirt,
and I slowly bent my knees, lowering myself while bending my knees, holding
a precarious balance and gathering more and more cloth in my hands. 
Finally down, I faced a new challenge, I had gathered the cloth of the
skirt using both hands, but I needed one hand to reach down and actually
get at the water.

   Slowly ever so slowly I shifted the cloth my hands, freeing my right
hand, while swaying from side to side, trying to keep my balance.  I dipped
my hand in the clear cool water and sighed, dismayed by how little was left
in my hand by the time the hand reached my mouth.  I had only taken a few
small sips as out of my field of vision I saw Rick run through the water
towards me, I could see the playful gleam in his eyes as he bounced towards
me.  "No Rick, Stop", I yelled as I realized he was aiming right at me, I
let out a shriek as I lost my balance, and fell into the water.

   The loud shriek and the commotion at the water scared the geese, and
they started to scatter, somehow I knew this was a bad thing, I knew I was
responsible for the gaggle.  Drenched in water, I climbed out of the pond,
calling the names of all the saints I knew, I started running towards the
geese but that only made matters worse, scattering them even more in front
of me.  Then I saw Spot take of, and almost at the same time, Rick left my
side, they ran out ahead of the flock and started to bark.  At first I was
afraid that the darn dogs were making matters worse, but slowly I realized
that they knew what they were doing.  barking and moving in an ever closing
circle as they slowly gathered the flock again.

   The dogs seemed to know what they were doing, so I looked down at
myself, drenched in water, and although it was a warm day, I could feel
myself rapidly getting cold, the wet skirt clinging to my legs, making it
almost impossible for me to walk.  I needed to get out of the clothes and
get them dried.  I was shivering by the time I stepped out of my underwear.
I quickly gathered my wet clothes and for some reason, I didn't quite
comprehend, I felt vulnerable and very shy about being naked in the open
field, making me hold the wet clothes in front of my body, as I ran up the
hill towards the glen.

   As I finished draping my wet clothes on various brushes near the glen I
could hear the barking subside, and turned, my teeth clattering with cold,
and saw the dogs had completed gathering the flock and both came running
towards me.  I sat down on my knees, and braced myself for the arrival of
the dogs, Rick was first and right behind him was Spot, The force of Rick
colliding with me, pushed me back on the ground.  Rick towered over me and
although cold and freezing, and I felt little miffed that he had made me
lose my balance, I felt happy that he and Spot had helped gathering the
flock again, leaving me to get out of my wet clothes.  The dog towered over
me, and I felt myself warming in gratitude to the beautiful dog towering
over me, and reached up and scratched his face and ears with both hands. 
Spot moved closer to me, and I shifted my hand, scratching Spot with my
left hand and Rick with my right.  It seemed as if both dogs knew I was
freezing, and they settled down, close to me, one on each side, I could
feel their body heat warming me, Spot rested his head on my tummy and Rick
had his head on my chest.  I didn't care much for his foul doggy breath,
but I felt warm and safe between the two huge dogs.

   We laid there for a while, and I started thinking about why so many
things felt wrong and then I realized I was dreaming.  If this was real, I
would have been a grown man, well, I considered myself grown, when you are
18 years old, you are a grown up.  But in what sort of dream do you know
you are dreaming?  I decided, being naked and female that I wanted to
explore my dream body, I got up and started to take inventory.  Hanging
down between my shoulder blades was a think braid of jet black hair, the
small mounds on my chest reached out about as far as my little finger was
thick, my dark brown areolae were only a little larger than the ones I had
in my non dream state, although the nipples themselves were about two or
three times the size.  My body had very few curves, there was just a hint
of an hourglass shape, defining where my upper torso ended and the hips
started.  My ribs were just visible against my winter pale skin, curving
slightly inwards, both at the sides and the belly, gradually my waist
widened into my hips.  My hip bones protruded out further than the pubic
bone.  Between my legs I could see five or ten dark hairs, and a few
light-colored ones.  Where I usually would have expected my penis to
protrude there was nothing, but a little further down, where I usually
would expect a scrotum were a slit, I widened my stance, and let my finger
feel the shape of things between my legs, surprised how sensitive my skin
felt I suppressed a shudder as the tip of my index finger followed the
crack, down between my legs.  It looked almost as if my body was starting
to split apart down below.

   Having had a male body all my life had made me curious, but the lack of
something protruding between my legs somehow made me feel vulnerable, as if
I was missing something that gave me strength, well maybe strength was the
wrong word, maybe confidence was a better word, well maybe confidence
wasn't the right word either, but something that made me expect the world
to yield to me.  Slowly it dawned on me that being naked like this out in
the open, wasn't really safe, if someone saw me, they would either try to
take advantage of the situation or spread rumors about me, I had better get
dressed no matter how wet my clothes were.

   Fortunately the clothes had mostly dried in the sun and the breeze, they
were only slightly damp and cold.  I quickly got dressed again, but wearing
the cold and damp clothes, it wasn't long before I discovered that I faced
with yet another challenge,

   I needed to pee!  I could feel the familiar urges, but I knew that
standing up wouldn't work, I didn't know much about being female, but
females squatted, that much was certain, I had to figure out how, without
messing my clothes.  I didn't want to get completely undressed, the thought
of being undressed gave me a nagging feeling of vulnerability and
immodesty. I decided to walk a bit into the glen and hide behind a tree
while I peed.

   Right away I discovered that my clothing was not practical in any way,
you couldn't run or walk fast and peeing was a major undertaking.  Under
the brown skirt, I had a white underskirt made of plain cotton, and under
that I had a pair of what I could best describe as lose somewhat white
trousers, somehow I had to lift the two skirts, pull down the trousers
between my ankles, then squat, while keeping my balance, which of course
didn't work, and I fell to my side, getting a small scratch on my neck as I
fell.

   I could not believe how much that small scratch stung, and a whole slew
of emotions welled up in me: anger at the stupid impractical clothes,
frustration at needing to go but not knowing how to do it, pain from the
scratch, and a little fear of being discovered, all these emotions bubbling
and mingling inside me.  My vision started to blur up, and I could feel the
heat of tears in my eyes, 'great, now I'm turning into a cry baby as well'
I thought, but somehow I couldn't contain all the emotions welling up
inside me, and finally let my tears stream freely down my cheeks.  I
allowed my emotions to roll through me for a little while and finally they
subsided a little, they weren't gone, but just not as pressing.

   I decided to get up and remove the pants or panties, although that would
be the biggest pair panties I had ever seen; lifting the skirts high above
my waist with one hand, I squatted, facing a tree, leaning against it with
the other hand and finally felt comfortable and secure enough to let go.  I
could hear the pee hit the ground, and immediately discovered I had made a
mistake.

   I had calculated on the stream hitting the tree, or at least a bit
forward towards the tree, but instead it flowed almost straight down,
creating a small pool of smelly urine right under me, even worse the uneven
ground made the pool flow towards one of my feet, I knew if I lifted the
foot I would lose my balance so I braced myself, with tears again streaming
down my cheeks I suffered the indignity of peeing on my foot.

   When I was almost done Rick came shuffling through the underbrush and
looked curiously at the spectacle I was making.  I stiffened as he walked
up close to me, his shoulders between my knees, head reaching forward, his
tail standing in a long straight line from his spine, his nose smelling the
last drops coming out of me.  I was a little afraid of Rick now, his stance
and demeanor didn't look playful, and I didn't like that he was this close
to some very sensitive and intimate parts, I looked down between my legs,
and I could see that even without Rick being there I had other problems as
well.  Small yellow droplets clung to my labia, and unlike the real me, I
didn't have any means of shaking them loose, gathering my courage and
indignation at Ricks intrusion, I tried to push Ricks face away, but he
resisted, and even pushed back a little, his push made me fall backwards on
the ground, while falling down I realized that peeing on my foot had been a
good thing, this way I wouldn't land in a pool of my own pee.

   At the same instant I started falling Rick started moving, by the time I
felt my back hitting the soft ground of the glen, I felt Ricks warm, wet
and rough tongue on my most intimate parts.  The sensation startled me,
quickly I rolled around on my belly, getting up on all fours, when Rick
shifted his position yet again, he moved to my side and rested his head on
my back, I could hear a slow menacing growl, and froze in fear of the large
dog.  Gathering my wits I held still, and Rick stopped growling, seemingly
at the moment content with smelling my hair as he pushed down my back with
his head.  Slowly Rick started moving, I could feel how his head, slid down
my back as he backed down behind and in between my legs, then it dawned
upon me what he had in mind and my heart started racing, 'Nooo, no way'.

   In an act of sheer desperation I straightened my body, getting upright
on my knees, in response Rick wrapped his front legs around waist and bit
one of my shoulder-blades, it wasn't really a bite more of nip, but it
spurred me to stumble up and forward on my feet.  Finally on my feet, I
turned to face Rick, as I turned.  He sat back on his tail and looked up at
me with his tongue hanging out in a big smile and laughing eyes, and
somehow I didn't have it in me to be mad at him, he looked so cute and
adorable that my heart melted.  "you scared me there Rick, I know you only
wanted to play a trick on me, but don't do that again", I said out loud to
him.

   I went to gather my bloomers, and slowly put them back on under close
scrutiny of Rick.  I had so many emotions welling up inside me I didn't
know how to make heads or tails of them.  On one hand I felt happy, the sun
was shining, and apart from having to make sure the geese were safe, I had
nothing else to do, I felt grateful for Ricks and Spots help and
companionship, and being a girl was kind of interesting, weird and
impractical, but interesting, although I liked Rick, and he seemed friendly
enough I was a bit afraid of him as well, and him wanting to have sex me
was gross, although it felt nice to be desired even if he were a dog, it
was gross to imagine a dogs penis inside me, or anything else inside me for
that matter.  I might be a girl but, I was not about to let anything or
anybody get inside me, that was simply too gross.  At the same time I felt
open and vulnerable, as if I was missing something important that allowed
me to ramrod my way forward in the world.

   Walking with Rick a few paces in front of me, we went back to the place
where my dream had started, and stood there surveying the gaggle and the
countryside around us.  I stood there for the next couple of hours,
occasionally waking around the flock of geese.  I still walked at a slower
pace than I thought I used to, but I was slowly getting the hang of walking
with a skirt flowing around my legs.  I spent the day basking in the sun,
admiring the glorious colors, the sounds and scents of a spring where life
was asserting itself again.  I kept wondering to my self what kind of dream
this was, in what dream would I just hang around doing nothing for hours on
end.

   I looked at the sun nearing the horizon, and thought it was about time
to head home.  As quickly as I could I started to gather the flock of
geese, Rick guiding the geese from the left side and Spot from the right
and me taking up the rear, guiding the gaggle towards the stone fence
behind the glen, from there onto the dirt road leading to the village.  We
hadn't walked far on the dirt road before I behind me I could hear the
hooves of horses galloping towards, knowing what was about to happen I
frantically tried to get the geese out of the road, but I didn't have time,
as I heard a voice yelling "Out of my way you misbegotten daughter of a
whore", the geese scattered left and right as the horses thundered past me.
I could hear the young nobles laughing as they disappeared in the dusk
towards the village.

   I felt hurt by their words, frustrated that I would have to spend time
gathering the gaggle again, I was already late, and if I didn't hurry there
would be trouble.  I would be lucky if a tongue-lashing was the only kind
of lashing I would get.  It was completely dark by the time I had gathered
the last of the geese and could continue home.

   The forest seemed to encroach on the small dirt road, I knew it was only
a short distance to the village, maybe only a quarter of a mile, but I
didn't like the darkness, all kinds of evil could stalk me in the darkness
and I wouldn't even know they were there until they were ready to reveal
themselves.  Finally, well after dark, I arrived at the village, and made
my way to the stables of the manor in order to deliver the gaggle back into
the small pen where they were kept.

   Just as I closed the gate, and turned I gasped in surprise, the
stable-master had quietly walked up behind me.  He towered above me, my
head reaching just above his bulging fat belly.  The dark hairs running
from chest to the pale flapping skin around his bellybutton looked
disgusting.  "You are late coming back with the geese Girl", I could hear
the anger in the stable-master's voice.  "I am terribly sorry Master, the
Young Master to the manor decided to gallop through the gaggle with his
friends, in the darkness it took time to gather my little flock", "Do not
take that tone with me girl, it is not your flock, they belong to Lord
Stephen, through his grace you have been permitted to shepherd the gaggle,
but I assure you I can find less pleasurable tasks if you keep this up,
besides you know that Young Master Ethan is the son of Baron Eishleigh's
brother and has the right of way, you should have acted more swiftly,
before you leave for the field tomorrow, you will show yourself to me so
that you can be given your punishment".

   He turned and walked away, leaving me to seethe, and for the third time
today I felt my eyes burning as tears started streaming down my cheeks, the
injustice of this was too much, Young Master Ethan was always making things
difficult for me, I knew I was in deep trouble, not only were I late, but I
had been cheeky to the stable-master, and now I might even be assigned to
some other task than shepherding geese.  Head bowed I made my way home.

   When I finally got home, the hut was empty, Rick and Spot immediately
walked over to their end of the room.  Mother must have left some time ago,
the fireplace was cold and the room was pitch dark.  I moved around in the
darkness laying out my mattress, and broke of some bread from the loaf on
the shelf by the door.  It was dry and hard to chew, but I was hungry.  The
lonely evening meal in the cold dark hut didn't exactly improve my mood.

   "JUSTIN, WAKE UP" I felt someone pushing me, and suddenly I felt cold,
as my mother pulled the blankets off me, "It's late, you cannot sleep all
day, it's been snowing, and your father wants you to clear the driveway
before you leave for school".  I sat up groggily, looking around in
astonishment, the dream had felt so real, but somehow this place felt more
familiar to me.  I was back!, this was my room, my clothes lying around on
the floor, my posters hanging on the wall.

   Quickly I got dressed, I could tell by the light outside that I'd better
get a move on.  Clearing the driveway took me almost half an hour, and it
felt as if I hadn't slept at all, granted I had spent a good part of the
night surfing on the web, but still, I was unusually tired this morning.

   "You look great this morning" my little sister greeted me with a smile
belying her words, as I sat down at the table for a quick breakfast.

   "I had this dream, it felt so real..." ...  I stopped, I was not about
to admit to my little sister that a dream could make me feel uneasy, and
never in my life would I admit what had happened in the dream, I would
never hear the end of it.

   "uuhhh, my big brother had a dream?  I thought real men didn't dream,
and if they did, they forgot them right away, dreams are just brain noise?
Right?"

   quick, I had to steer her away from this, I knew I had made a mistake
talking about the dream, She might be my little sister, but I was not about
to admit to any weaknesses not to my friends, and definitely not to a mere
sandwich maker.  "If you plan on getting a lift to school you'd better get
a move on sis, you are still missing half your warpaint!"

   "So?  you haven't showered yet, and besides Rachel is giving me a lift"

   "I don't need a shower, real women likes a how a real men smells, they
may not admit it, but nature has given me all the perfume I need"

   My sister wrinkled her nose, "You are so gross, Since when have you
become an expert on girls?  It is no wonder you are still a virgin", with
that my sister got up from the table, leaving me to think of a good
comeback.

   'Rachel...' the name of my sisters bestie reverberated in my head, and I
started thinking back to my dream, in my dream I had been a girl called
just that, 'hmm, maybe my subconscious was trying to tell me something!'. I
got up, leaving my plate on the table, I knew my mother would clean up
after me.  I hurried out to my truck.  I had to get a move on, the
assistant principal had made it clear to me that if I was tardy one more
time this year I would get detention.

   I parked in the school parking lot with just enough time to make it to
my class, I had driven a bit rotten, but I was there on time, besides
people holding up traffic really ought to have their licenses revoked.

   School was boring as usual, teachers droning away all day, at least Lisa
showed up in a tight-fitting lime colored sweater, giving me something
interesting to look at during my English class.  All through my biology
class I kept looking at the clock, I couldn't wait for the class to end,
next was P.E, which made a lot more sense to me than listening to Mrs. 
Cline speaking about the wonders of the female reproductive cycle, why
couldn't she just call it being on the rag, and be done with it?  Besides
who cared, those things were women's troubles, if MOTHER nature had wanted
it differently she had had billions of years to figure out a better way,
hadn't she?

   Finally the bell rang.  But P.E.  turned out to be a huge
disappointment, we were playing basket, I'm usually a pretty good shot, but
somehow my timing was off today, always a little late, and on to of that
the coach accused me of running like a goddamn fairy.

   It had been a lousy day in school, somehow I had been too tired and too
preoccupied with my dream to take part in the discussion during lunch, the
only two good things were looking at Lisa's magnificent body hidden beneath
the lime-green knitted sweater, and that I had managed to bully Viv into
writing my English paper, all she wanted was 10 bucks and a promise that
this would be the last time.  It wasn't my fault that the stupid bitch
didn't think about getting my promise in writing, was it?

   Back home at last, I started surfing the web, I had a few favorite
places, I leaned back on my bed, with my computer resting on my lap, the
pictures and the heat from the computer warming my crotch made my dick
stir. I considered briefly getting my friend out and get some release, but
I felt so wasted, it had been a long day and I couldn't really concentrate
on my computer, I looked around my room, maybe I had let it get a little
too rank, I opened the window, the cool air might help clear my head. 
Having pulled the curtains, the bright light from the snow-covered backyard
lighted up my room, maybe it was the bright light or the fresh air, I
didn't know, but I looked at the floor covered in my clothes, maybe I
should put them in the hamper, I knew by experience that if I didn't, I
would eventually run out of clean clothes.  My mother had a firm rule: only
clothes in the hamper it would get washed.

   Once I had started I might as well try to get some brownie points from
mom by putting the clean clothes in the closet and making my bed, Besides I
liked it when my room was clean, but I just couldn't be bothered with
women's work.

   Finally feeling good about my self, I returned to my bed and my
computer. While I had been busy, John had sent me a picture, showing a girl
with a huge brown cock resting on her lips, her face covered in cum,
running out of her mouth and flowing down her cheek.  'Heh!  I thought, I
have just the come back to that', quickly I found the pic I had downloaded
last night, showing a girl, that looked a bit like my sister being mounted
by a German Shepherd, the dog's face right beside hers, and she licking his
muzzle, she was clearly enjoying herself.

   I returned to the picture John had sent me, the girl was about Rachel's
age, not my sisters bestie, but Rachel from my dream, and somehow that put
me off little, would Rachel like to be in that situation?  I doubted it,
and come to think of it, I doubted very much that Anne dreamt of being
covered by a dog.  I started to feel a little uneasy, it was one thing to
have fantasies, but maybe I was taking this a bit too far?

   I spent the rest of the afternoon, doing nothing, I was too tired to
really do anything and except staring at the wall and surfing idly on the
web.  I even read a few pages in my U.S.  History book, but I couldn't
really concentrate.  John had replied with a picture of the same young
girl, this time taking the huge brown thing up her ass, but I didn't have
it in me to send a reply, after a little while a message popped up:

   "Busy wanking off to the pic?" John asked,

   "Not really in the mood!"

   "maybe the coach was right, you even walk like a fairy, looser"

   I sighed, not really in the mood, I gave up, it wasn't worth it

   "what ever!!", I replied

   A little later, sis showed up in my door,

   "so tell me about your dream, bro", I looked at her, a bit surprised, I
wasn't used to sis initiating a talk with me, especially not a friendly
one. "What dream?" I feigned ignorance, I knew darn well what dream she
meant, it didn't really feel like a dream, more like a memory, dreams
somehow faded away, but this one didn't, it was clear in my mind as if it
really had happened.

   "What ever", she said, "you've been acting strange all day, cleaning up
your room, not having your face stuck at the computer screen all day, and
besides?  Is it true?  It was all over school today that my bro might be
queer"

   "What?, who said that?, I was getting a chew-out by Mr.  Lane in P.E. 
Today, that's all"

   "Aww come on, you've been preening around in school today like a total
sissy, you even carried your books like a girl, don't you think I saw you?"

   Suddenly I grew cold, in my mind's eye I returned to the pasture, and
Rachel practicing walking in a skirt, but that couldn't be!, it was just a
dream.

   "I don't know, I've just been so tired all day, and besides who says
there is a girl way and boy way to carry books?"

   "You know, there is nothing wrong with being into boys, you might be
bastard most of the time, but you are still my brother, if there is
anything you want to talk about, you can always come to me, I won't rat on
you."

   "Thanks sis, but I'm ok, I think I just didn't get enough sleep last
night, even a man sometimes needs a full nights sleep"

   "yeah, what ever, sometimes you are a real a-hole you know that Justin",
she said and stomped off.

   I sighed, and returned to my bed, surfing a little on the net, the low
humming of the laptops fan, the heat from the battery spreading out into my
loins made me drift off to sleep.  

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