Labeled a paedophile and blacklisted, the author of "Little Maid"
and "Paper Boy" posted subsequent stories under the pseudonym
"Delia Hoppe."
Here is a revised version of the first one, "Tammy's Friend."

Tammy's Friend

by Delia Hoppe

"Do you know, ah, that kid with the spiky blonde hair?"
"Umh, you mean that little sissy fag Tammy?"
"Yeah, you know her, doncha? I hear yer even friends with her."
"N-n-no, ah, umh, I mean ..."
"Listen kid, we all know yer a little queer. Don't try to pretend
yer like us. Go play with the girls. Go play dressup with yer
faggot friend Tammy."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, homo. What ya gonna do about it?"

|I was a mess when I got home. Some of my books were torn. "Dick
and Jane" had blood on them. My nose was caked, one eye swollen.
My mom asked me what happened.
"Some kids at school beat me up. But I got some of them, too."
My mom smiled as she wiped my bruised little face. I could see
the irony in her eyes. We both knew that I was never going to fit
in.
"The boy next door wants to be friends with you."
"He's a sissy."
My mom's face hardened. "He can still be your friend."

And Tammy and I did become friends, although our mothers never
did.

Two little misfits with unwieldy illustrious monikers. When our
second grade teacher called the roll, I had to answer to
"Delano," but the snickers it provoked were nothing compared to
those that awaited "Tamerlane."
At recess and lunchtime we skipped rope with the girls, and after
school we went to Tammy's house, where her mom showed me how to
be "Delia."
She sat both of us on the kitchen table and put lipstick on our
lower lips, showing us how to bite down and smudge our mouths in
voluptuous red. Tammy got the full treatment, with eyeshadow and
makeup, while I was left relatively unretouched. The best part,
though, was dressing up. Tammy's mom dressed sluttily, and she
decked us out like little tarts. Tammy had a maid's outfit, with
a short little skirt that didn't even cover her ass cheeks. I
liked wearing a naughty baby doll nightie. It felt silky, and
made my little cock tingle. When I twirled around, the top
swished and floated up above my waist. I was an ethereal little
fairy. Tammy's mom said I looked sexy.
When it was time for me to go home for supper, I'd quickly don my
boy clothes and straighten up. Tammy would still be dolled up
when I left.

Being gay was against the law in those days, so when I sucked my
first cock I knew I was a criminal. And if I told you now how old
I was, the crime would be no less heinous in the eyes of the law
and society today. So I better not tell. It was Tammy and her mom
though, who introduced me to the man who taught me the evil ways
of deviant sex. The man who took my anal virginity and turned me
from a boy into a girl.

"Is Del home?" It was Tammy, talking to my mother at the front
door. Friday night after supper, and I was doing homework. Or
reading a book, at least.
"Can he come over?"
My mom was smiling as I thumped down the stairs. "Looks like he's
now available," she said.
Tammy smirked at my approach. She was brazen now, her blue eyes
highlighted by mascaraed lashes.
"Wanna come over?"
"Sure."
"Home by midnight, Cinderella," leered my mother. I wondered just
what she thought, or knew, about what was going on.
By this time I knew what the reader has known from the beginning:
Tammy's mom was pimping her kid as a tranny whore and she was
going to turn me out too. I was nervous, but excited. Tammy and I
were platonic friends, but she'd told me what it was like to be
fucked, and I was ready.
We went into her house by the back door. Loud voices and laughter
came from the living room. Men drinking, I knew. Half an hour
later we reemerged from Tammy's room, two hot little sluts in
heels that made us chest high jailbait. My blonde wig was
probably the only hint that I couldn't possibly be a real girl.
Only a little drag queen could look so much like a miniature
Marilyn Monroe. I wasn't wearing panties, and the dollop of
vaseline plugging my tiny anus dripped a bit, squishy between my
thighs. My little cock twitched against the charmeuse of my
skirt. My eyes were wide and my knees shaking. Wobbling on  3"
heels, I felt the eyes of men devouring me. When I dared focus, I
looked around the room and counted four faces. Grown men,
whiskered, grizzled, flushed with drink. Fragrant clouds of
tobacco smoke made my eyes water. The room felt warm. Close.
Tammy went into the kitchen. Her mom came out, smiling at me.
Taking my arm, she led me to a darkened corner of the room, where
a small, emaciated man with a large forehead, owlish eyes, and a
brush moustache sat in an armchair.
"Ed, this is Delia, a friend of Tamerlane's." Ed rose from his
chair, and with a courtly bow, took my little hand and pressed it
to his lips.
"I am charmed," he croaked, and I giggled foolishly. A minute
later I was in his lap, and Tammy's mom was gone. The room seemed
to grow quiet. Then Tammy, with a tray of drinks helping her cute
maid's apron obscure glimpses of her barely concealed little
penis, came out of the kitchen and stood smiling demurely before
us.
"Thank you, Tammy," croaked Ed, handing me a goblet from the tray
before selecting a large tumbler for himself. Curtseying, and
flashing a pantyless curve of buttock beneath her short skirt as
she turned, Tammy left us alone with our drinks. Mine was fizzy
and kinda sweet; Ed's was strong smelling whiskey, downed in huge
sloppy gulps. His dark eyes shone. For a moment his crazed look
of intoxication alarmed me, but when he set his empty glass on
the side table and smilingly touched my knee, I knew I liked him.
He could hold his liquor no better than a boy, and must have been
a dirty old man since birth. He whispered slurred, lascivious
compliments in my ear. His hand slid up under my skirt and
caressed my hairless genitals, encircling my stiff little penis
in a warm fist. I gasped with pleasure as he stroked. Both his
hands roamed over me now, and I abandoned myself to the sensual
thrill of being taken by a man. I was a girl being kissed and
fondled, and I was going to be fucked. I wanted him to do
everything. And I wanted to do everything. Wanted to suck his
cock and feel it in my little bum.

The reader perhaps now envisions a scene of debauchery featuring
four lust crazed men and a full grown, large breasted woman
stripped naked and submitting a pair of pretty youths dressed as
girls to every imaginable act of lewdness. If so, he may as well
hie himself off to the public library, where he will find many
pages describing such scenes in the works of the Marquis de Sade.
The fact is that Eddie and I found ourselves alone in the living
room, and only shrieks and giggles from the adjoining bedrooms
betrayed the continued existence of the rest of the company. Once
I heard Tammy's muffled soubrette soprano raised in mock protest:
"No ... no.. no, uh, ooh, no, ahhhh ..."

Meanwhile I was on my knees, sucking Eddie's tumescent cock. My
skirt and blouse were gone, and I was naked except for heels and
a training bra, whose straps had fallen from my slender shoulders
and dangled over undeveloped sissy biceps. My nipples were almost
free. Eddie groaned as my caked lips bobbed on his hardening
member.
"Good girl."
My little tongue licked greedily. When I took my mouth away and
looked up into his eyes, a viscous string drooling between my
lips and his pulsating knob, he smiled, and cupped my chin in his
hand. Suddenly he stood up. Seizing me by the armpits, he raised
me to him, clasped me to his chest, then lowered a hand to my
buttocks. I felt his long slender fingers trace my crack and
probe my quivering greasy rosebud. My little cock tingled and
throbbed. His pants were around his ankles. We stumbled and
crashed to the floor, giggling, panting, thrashing with lust and
excitement. He turned me over and I felt his cock push into me. I
yelped at a stab of pain and then my little cock spasmed with
pleasure. His warm cock felt wonderful inside me. With short
little strokes he moved it in and out, faster and faster, going
just a little deeper with each thrilling thrust. It felt like it
was almost all the way in when he flooded my rectum with his hot
cum. When he pulled out, I knew I was a girl. I had been fucked,
and I wanted more ...

Epilogue

We all know now that Tammy's mom ended up in jail and that Tammy
is rumored to live some kind of glamorous risque life in the big
city. Tragically, Eddie went to an early grave. Delia made it
home by midnight and further enquiries about her will be
unavailing.
