 Pins & Needles {f Solo Pica}

   <This is all ,like cyberole play, or Mutual Literary Masturbation written 
into story form by Psi.>

   Barby n-F tran}

   "Hnh!" the new doll, so wrong, I pull out the kit, under the bed, and
sit in front of the door.  Firts off, way too much hair.  KRKH, it falls,
and I scoop it in the plastic bag, with the rest.  I'm not blone, neither,
but I can die it later, anyway.

   And those clothes, pink jacket, skirt, undershirt, no bra, or underwear,
I giggle, stuff them in there bags.  "Hh!" roll my eyes, and get out the
pin.  The long one, with the big pearl on the end, Chk, chkchkchk!  I heat
it up, and bend her legs back.  I usedta haveta take my clothes off for
this, look in the mirror to get it right.

   Kxs!  I hold my breath from the hot plastic smell.  "HhihH!" Light a
candle, open the window.  Songbirds stop singing, and flutter off.  "Hh, h,
hhihH!"

   I heat it up again, hold it's back, while I try to stop my hand shaking,
slipping into the tip of the perfect cone.  Kxs!

   "HhHhH!"

   "Barby?" the door stops at my back, "What're you doing in there?"

   "Just," cover it up, "Fixing my new doll."

   "Well," she doesn't shut it, "Dinner's almost ready." her heels down the
stairs.

   "Huh?" I get up, can finish it after I eat.

   Momma goes out after dinner.  In her swimsuit, we don't got no pool, so
she stretches out on the chaise, and sighs.  She useta be Miss Springfield,
still looked good in her suit.  No, she's my mom, and I'm still little
anyway, but you know, pretty?

   She squeezes out some lotion, rubs it on.

   "Uh!" Uncle Bruce rolls his eyes, and crosses his legs.  He doesn't live
here, but comes by all the time for dinner.  He even brought his boyfriend,
once.  Daddio says it's cool, he's his brother, and happy he's happy.  She
flips her blond hair back, like she heard him, and turns over.

   Dad goes out, undoes her top, and rubs lotion on her back.

   "Theriously," I go in with him in the living room, "I do Not need to
thee that!"

   Okay, so they stayed.  I mean, the recession was hard on evyrone, daddio
says, but they didn't, you know, work or anything.  And they broke up, but
Uncle bruce got another boyfriend.  Fabio, acted all girly, long straight
blonde hair, but he works at a gym.  And he's huge, wears these shirts
ripped off on the sides so you can see his hard flat boobs, and never no
bra.

   Momma {Ff NS}

   "Barbra!" she always slammed that door, "Come in here, we need to talk!"
She came up, looked down at the doll, in my lap.

   "Yes momma?" she never called me mommy, and now she was hacking her own
hair off.  Looked like Cyndie Lauper.

   "Sit down," I patted the corner of her bed, "Now, I just came in here to
drop off some laundry, and get the dirty clothes you stuffed under the bed,
but I found this."

   "Uhuh?" so innocent, it made my skin crawl, "Why did you do this to
her?" I held her up, back to me.

   "Well," she shrugged, and took her, "They didn't finish her, she didn't
have nipples, or nothing!" Turned around, I looked away from the blackened
spots, holes, burned into her breasts.

   "Huh," I held my chest protectively, "And between her legs?"

   "HhH!" she rolled her eyes, "She didn't even have a hole to pee outa."

   I looked back up from my reflexive glance, crossed my legs, "Well," dear
God, "Why red?" Looked like marker, down the front, and smudged on her
thighs.

   "Well," she looked down, "I, had an accident, the other week, and."

   "OhH!" they grow up so fast, "I should have told you!" Almost 10.

   "What?" she squirms in my arms, and looks up.

   I kiss her forehead, "When little girls grow up, we start bleeding, down
there, once a month." Mental note, start buying maxis again.

   "Why?" She wondered.

   "Well," I wiped my forehead, "It's to get your vagina ready, to have
babies."

   "Oh," she looks down, crosses her legs.  "What if I don't want to?  Canu
makeit stop?"

   "No sweetheart," I rubbed her dirty blond curls, "It's part of being a
girl." What's left of them.

   Barby {f solo mens.  MM Anal.  Pica}

   I don't know his name, but he always comes, in my dreams.  Standing over
my bed, dark, silent, reaching in front of him.  He pulls it out, long,
hard, skinny, sharp, and shiny.

   "Uh?" I wake up, blink him away from the foot of the bed.  "Owh!" I wet
myself again, felt down in the warm gritty mess.  "Hnh!" I get up, go to
the bathroom, take them off, and throw them away.  "Ewwe!" It's evrywhere,
and sticky, and smells like pennys.

   KshSHSH!  I get up on the sides of the tub, and reach down the handle,
KSHKDKDKDKDKDK, and twist the head.

   "HuhN!" it's warm enough, and I rinse it real good.  Taking one of those
pads mom got me the other week, I grab another pair of underpants, and try
to do it like she showed me.  It bulges them out, sticky flaps around the
legs, and I cross mine, put my hand in there to hold it.

   "Huh," close my eyes, "Huhh," try not to think about, "HuhHhHhHh..."
Him.

   I woke up, went down stairs, got some orange juice, and sipped it on the
way back.  BNK!  I stopped, went around, past the stairs to the back room.
Bruce, and Fabio's, I peek in the door.  "Nht!  hahh!"

   Ewwe, I ran back up, got under the covers, tried to hide, but He came.
Even with it still in my closed eyes, bruce sideways on the bed, Fabio
behind him.  The look on his face, how his but moved.

   "Nh!" the needle in my fingers, pressing her flesh.  Young, soft, round,
just poking it.

   "Nt!" it hurt, but felt good.  My eyes flew open, looked up, in His. 
Dark, black shadow, nothing to see, he never made a sound.  "NhHhinH!" It
popped, I felt it sink in, the pain, cold steel, inside my chest.  "Nhn!"

   I woke up, for real this time, not just remembering that night.  My
chest hurt, again, swollen.  I reached under the bed, got out the kit
quick. I could feel the blood, thumping in them.  Chkchkchk!  Not too hot,
"WhHho!"

   Just like going to the doctor's, for my own good.  "nT!" hold my breath,
feel it run hot, and thick down my chest, fingers.  "Nhah!" gasp in air,
"Nhnhnhn!" pull it, slowly out, and reach across my chest.  "Huh, huh,
hunH!" Hold it, "knT!"

   Momma {Mbf NS Nude Tits Pump}

   "Hh," he nodds off, but keeps suckling.  "Barby, dear," I whisper, and
slip an arm out from under him, "Would you take this to the fridge?" I hold
up the nozzle, and full bottle, fix the side of my brazzeire.

   "Uhuh!" she looks back down again, and screws the bottle off on the way
to the kitchen.

   "p" he sighs, silently on my arm, "p t p t ..," lips, and tongue still
working on automatic.  I unplug the pump, set little Junior down, and go to
check on her.

   "Hmhmhmhnhn," she humms to herself, pulls the clear plastic cone of the
pump nozzle in the top rack.  "Nh!" she reaches back to scratch her
training bra, leaving wet fingerprints on her shirt.  "MhnHhnHn," {The incy
wincy spider} I lean on the door, and watch her.

   To be honest, I had started to worry, a little.  But ever since her
brother was born, still a little stab of pain, though I was almost ready to
go back to work, she started taking an intrest, helping out, learning what
she needs for when she's a mother, for my grandchildren.

   Maybe it's the changes starting, growing up, but I was never like that.
So quiet, she didn't even talk until she was 6, and even then not much. 
They talked about special classes, but I wouldn't have it, and now look at
her.  She skipped grades, teachers called her "Bright".  "How's that,
Moma?" she looked up, drying her hands.

   Kluhuhgh!  suds sucked down the drain.

   "ahaiAIAIH!!!" I turned back to the couch,

   "Just fine, dear," went to him before he rolled off.

   Barby {fb NS Anat}

   "Okay, Bobby." pick him up, and set him on the dresser.  It's got this
little stick around the top, and blankets.

   "WAHAH!!!" right in my ear, and so tiny, I wiggle my pinky in my ear. 
BTBKBDT!

   "Hh," undo his diaper, careful with his belly button.  Still rincly
even, he was in all that water for, like a year, and I had to mop it up
when she went to the hospital, and she came back with him, all skinny
again, and with a bandage on her belly.

   "Ew." Just pee, but I touched it with just the wipe, and pulled out
another one.  She showed me, it was like a smile, on her tummy, but all
stitched up.  She even told me she can't have no kids no more.

   But Bobby's a boy, real rincly down there.  "Ghin!" and funny lookin. 
Real easy to clean, tho, less he pooped, but he didn't.  Can't really see
how he pees, there's no hole for it, so what's it come outa?  And what's it
for, anyways?

   Like it heard me thinking, it moved, rolled up his belly, and bulged. 
FsS!

   "Uh!" I looked around, "Ahah!" held a washcloth over it, "Unhuhaha!" I
thought the end was all rincles, but theres a hole in there, and that's
where it came out.  It was funny.

   Bob {M Solo}

   I got home, and logged onto the internet.  Still got a little polishing
to do one the presentation, but as soon as I logged on, a window popped up.
"Wh?"
[Karmalita:

   Online]

   I blinked, pretty face, for a Mexican, animated avatar, scrolling down,
teeny tiny titties, flat tummy shaved.  "HuH?"[x] it out, the tecks told us
about this kinda thing.  But I hadn't been surfing porn, here.  Certainly
not, that kind of porn.

   [History . . .  Shemale Yum]

   Downloaded movie, switch to cache.  [0212.wmv] Still in Movies.

   CLKT [>]

   Janet would never, never never.  {Yeah, RHPS.} The reason why I risked
NSFW at the office, she'd hit the roof!

   FBI warning scrolls past:

   [Copywrite Grooby Productions ALL Rights Reserved Produced December 20th
2009] BWOUNBWOUNK!  [Shemale Yum] flips, [Presents] TITITYT!  "Hey guys,"
combs out her long straight black hair with her fingers, "It's Bailey Jay."
waves.

   "I'm just relaxing, at home," pouts, "after a long day."

   "Oh!" looks up, "But while I have you here, I totally have to show you
something," looks down, "Well I have to show you two somethings," holds up
the V, turns the fingers sideways around her eye.

   "You sure you wanna see guys?" holding the blue robe over her chest,
"You really really really sure?" dropped down over her shoulders,
"Hhehihn!"

   "All right," slips out an arm, "Well..." and the other.

   "Bailey Jay went through puberty!" crushing them together in her wrists,
on the silky blue satin, still over her chest.  "Giggle," cupping them,
letting the fabric fall.

   "So now I'm a 34Cer," jumpcut, from the armpits up, robe gone, but the
chain for the gemstone hello kitty still hanging, out of frame.  "and I'm
pretty happy." looking up, "I've only been a 34C for like," figures, "A
week, and a half, I think.  I healed up really fast, though, they're
already jiggly, and nice." vJiggilv "They move, I like them."

   Music, [Shemale Yum.]

   Barby {f solo pica HP} 

{HP is for Hemophagia/Philia, the former in this case.}
   "Nh!" curled up under me, so small, helpless.  "Noh?" hard in my
hand, smooth round shaft pressed into my fingers.  Pulling up her shirt,
feeling the warm soft round bulges, sliiping in my palms with her
struggles.

   "HhHhH!" the bright line, pointed, stretching back to my fist.

   "Nt!" the resistance, pop through, then tight wet friction on the
needle. "NhHhN!" tears, from her clenched eyes, mouth tight, in profile,
turned away on the pillow.  "Ihnhnhnt!"

   "HhahH!" stiffness in my pants, grabbing them, soft, round, young in my
hands.

   "Barby?" KnkN!

   "Uh!" PCHEW!  PRDRDRDRD.  I switch off the pump, "Uncle Bruce!" slide it
back under the bed, "Hang on," grab a shirt, "I'm not dressed!"

   "Uh!" I can practicly see him rolling his eyes, but know he won't come
in.  "It's okay," I open the door, "I just need an emery board." His
fingertips slip through the crack, "I chipped a nail." I wipe my hands off,
and get one, and his fingertips slip back with it.  "G'nite, deary."

   Auntie Bruce, I shake my head.  The house is quiet, except "him"
creeping down the stairs.  Sighing, I pull out the pump, take it down, wipe
it, and wrap it up.  I drink the bottle real quick, before it starts
drying, and wipe my face.  Then, I sneak down to the kitchen.

   Should've did this this afternoon, when me, and bobby had the house to
ourselves, and he was upstairs playing with his trucks.  "Hnh!" Ptptptptp!
the sink filled, and I scrubbed them real good.  Don't wanna get sick, but
I still drink it.  Don't wanna get all pale, and weak.

   "Barby?" I jump, push the parts down in the water, "What are you doing
up?"

   "Hnh!" I look over, "I found some dirty dishes in my room," pull out the
tupper, and drop it in the rack.  "Sorry?"

   "It's all right, dear," she yawned, "Go back to bed, it's a school
night."

   "All right," roll my eyes, "Mom."

   Thank god she turned and went up stairs.  My shirt was wet, sticking to
me, and pink in the centers.  "Uh?"

   Bob {M/t Solo Pron}

{(c) Grooby Arr.}

   "A little lube, a few strokes, and you're good to go?" All right,

   "I know, right?" but she's so cute,

   "That's handy!" and something about a teenage girl,

   "Very reactive." jerking off, like me.

   I switch my hand over, it's idaknow, hot.

   {(c, tm, et cetera) Look, now, this is getting a bit complicated, so let
me just come right out, and say it.  Grooby, Sickestsites, and so forth, I
hope will take it as free advertising.  Bailey Jay/Harley Quinn/Linetrap,
thank you for being so damned cute.  I don't wanna fuck ya, but I'd do
anything to look likeat.  Anyway,..}

   Next one, just talking.

   [0129.wmv]

   [Shemale Yum Presents]

   "If you met you," turquise tee shirt, "Would you fuckyou?" Pink, and
yellow pleated plaid skirt.

   Nodding, "I'd do me." Eyes closed, "I'd hit it." Pigtails.

   "Would you rather top you, or be topped by you?"

   "wI'd rather bang my ass," nodding, pursed lips, "cause like there's
something," skirt swinging with the nod, "There's something cute about
that."

   "So," Close up, "Do you get off," face, "Getting fucked," swinging, "Can
you pop,"

   "Uh huh!" mouth open.  "Getting fucked?"

   "Yeah," panning back, "I have super big orgasms." a nipple, then the
other, shaking into view.

   Switch back to her, "I actually lost my anal virginity," leg up, on the
couch, "Two months ago," two match the fingers, \|, |/, "I never been
banged before," drops her hand, "And then I was." nodding, "And I drooled."

   "And now you're suddenly a bottom,"

   "Yeah," uhn, "Now I'm like a total buttslut," huhH, "I'm like banging
myself in the shower like evryday, it's pathetic."

   "Hh huh huhH!"

   "Look at me, I take my clothes off for a living, and I still blush." fix
my pants, "I can take a cock all the way down," look around, "There's never
been a cock to big for me," nobody watching, "In my mouth, I mean," [>|]
[x] [x,x]

   "Hh!" I check myself, and head to the breakroom for some coffee.

   Barby {fb SxEd}

   "HhH!" I get up, "Whenever yerdone," dry my hands, "Dry off, and get
dressed."

   "Okay!" he splashed.

   I went in my room, dad had a new laptop, so I got his computer.  Logging
on, I guess I got a free subscription to shemale yum, from looking at the
previews so much.  Just Bailey Jay, mostly.  I don't know how old she is,
but she looks about my age.  Not like a friend, or even a boyfriend, but
it's weird.

   I can see her jerk off, though, before, and after she got the titties.
34c, nice, I'm still working on my 28bs, but the pumping seems to help, not
make it go down like I used to think.

   Klpklpkl!  I close my eyes, but still see the way her balls bounce, and
jiggle between her legs.  I slip off my pants, and sit back down.  I don't
have one of them, I'm a real girl, but they can give her boobs, right?  I
can't even wrap one finger around it, I have to pinch it out, each time it
slips cause I pulled on it.

   "Uh!" she grunts cutely, switches her hand over, and I wonder if that's
why it bends down like that?  I mean, I seen other ones, didn't find her
first, but I didn't know words like shemale, and tranny yet.  The real men
in the pictures, and movies have big ones, like that asian ladyboy, Mint.
{Loveya, honey ;J} Or that white one, Kimber James, {Yeah, I don't have the
words,} or the black one, Natalia {A guyl can hope.}

   "Hnh!" I slip my hand out of my underpants, and go back to Google
Images. [Transexuals], scroll down, find more.  Buck Cherry, and [Muscular
Women], Autumn Raby {Dear god yes!}, Venus, {Dear Goddess,} and even
Heather, {Nice job.} but she's a little old for me.  Close my eyes, what do
I want?

   KDRDRDRDRD...

   "Barby?" I jump, cut the switch with my toe.

   DRdr.

   "What's that noise?" he's too curious.

   Pkx!  "nothing!" the plastic toob slips down, and slaps the floor.

   "What're you doing in there?" I really need to get a lock, he's tall
enough to reach the knob.

   "Hh!" I cross my legs, "Just," switch off the screen, "H playing with
myself."

   "Can I play?" He looks up, and I scoot over on the bed.

   "No," I pat his head, "You're still too young, and it's a private game,
you play by yourself."

   "Oh," He climbs up on the bed, "Can we play something else?"

   "Sure," I rubbed his head, "Stinker." I called him that since before he
could talk, when I was still changing his diapers.

   Bob {Mf Talk}

   "Hey, sweety." I clicked on the touchpad, "Sit down, we need to talk."

   "Wh?" she looked around, "What're you doing home?" Her face reddened.

   "Have a seat," I waved at the chair, "I took some time off work."

   "Uh!" she rolled her eyes, and plopped down, dropping her bookbag.

   "I took a look at our internet traffic," and the bill from Grooby, "And
I couldn't help noticing a pattern."

   "Oh?" she looked away, let her leg slip over to fully cross her legs.

   "Yes," I looked down at the screen, "It seems we ran up some hours on
one site," turned it.

   [Shemale Yum]

   "DaAD!" she turned away, embarrassed.  Her short hair didn't hide the
flush running up the back of her neck, or ears.

   "I'm sorry, sweety," I closed it, and It automaticly shut down.  I
talked to the computer nerds down in marketing.  "But we have to talk about
this.  I know it's embarrassing, but"

   "No fucking privacy in th,"

   "Now wait," I held up my hands, "You're only fourteen, and for one
thing, I could be charged with providing these materials to you."

   "You're worse than mom," she sobbed.

   "Now hang on," I took a deep breath, "I haven't discussed this with your
mother, and I don't plan to."

   "What?" she turned, whiping her eye, "Why not?"

   "Huh!" I crossed my legs, "She wouldn't understand.  You know how she
is, I did some research, and I don't know how she would take it."

   "What kind of research?" she turned back, jeans slipping on the cushion
fabric.

   "Uh," my turn to look away, "There's some sites, online." Web MD,

   "Shemale Yum?" she guessed.

   "No," I mean, "Yes, I got that subscription, but it was mostly for you."
She's been such a cold fish since her hysterectomy.  "I mean!  Huh, I
didn't really understand either, but I did some reading, talked to some
people, and learned."

   She blinked, "What're you talking about?"

   "Huh!" I unfolded the laptop, brought up firefox again, and showed her
some of the other sites I bookmarked.  I asked the questions they
suggested, "Do you fantasize about being a boy?" They didn't specificly
list mutilated Barbie dolls as early warning signs, but I think I figured
that one out.

   "Ah, dad?" she looked away again.

   "Come on," I squeesed her shoulder, "This is important."

   "Hh," she shrughs, "Sometimes,"

   "But it's not sexual," she looked up, "Or, always sexual?"

   "Hh?" she rolls her eyes, "I guess, it wasn't always like that, I mean,
I used to wonder, and now, Idaknow." looking down.

   "Look," I sat on the arm, "I don't really understand this any better'n
you do, but let's figure it out together." I went through this with my
brother.  "For now, tell me what it feels like, in here." I tapped her
chest.

   "Hh," she closed her eyes, no makeup, never any, just stopped buying it
for her.  "You know Bailey Jay?" looking up.

   "Linetrap?" I blinked, "I mean, yeah, I think I know who you're talking
about." Look away.

   "Like her," she sighed, "Before she "went through puberty!"."

   "Huh," sounded just like her.  "I think I can accept that." And never
jerk off to her, or him, or whatever again.

   Dr.  Kenner {Mt NS ME}

   "Have a seat," I look over at hir file, "Barbera."

   "Hh," nurvous, she looks around, bent over to sit down.

   "Unless there's something you'd rather be called."

   "Huh?" she blinks up, "What do you mean?"

   "Hh," I stand up, "People like you, and me, we usually don't stick to
our given names, especially if they're too, gender specific." I turned
around at the wall, she finally looked at me, lifting my glasses off.  I
heard her mother called her "Barby," needlessly cruel.

   "Uh," she thought, "Barb, or," face brightens, "How 'bout 'Brad'."

   "Yes," I let them drop to hang from the beaded chain, "That's fine,
Brad."

   She sat up, smiling, "Can I call you Margot?"

   "Of course," I paced back to my desk, and sat down.  SWS, my dress
slipped over my leg, crossing over the other.  "Now, I'll have to discuss
this with your, father, he seems receptive to the idea of correction, if
you decide to go that way." Good family, mother's a bit neurotic, but from
her hystery, it's understandable.

   "What do you mean," she blinked, "Correction?"

   "Hh," I roll my eyes, "We have several techniques to make your body,
closer to how you feel on the inside.  Now, I'm an Endochrineologist, so I
specialise in hormonal treatment, but I can refer y,"

   "What can youdo?!" excited.

   "For you?" she nodded, "We have to get the release form out of the way,
but for now, let's discuss what You want."

   "UhH!" looking up, closing her eyes, "Can I think about it?"

   "Of course," I get up, "Let me give you a minute," and talk with her
father.

   barbrad {f nude ME} 

   {^CIt^?} "Hnh," when I closed my eyes, I saw Bailey Jay, but I know 
that's not realistic.  She was born a boy, sad, but it came with what I 
really wanted.  A dick, but no matter how much I pumped, or hormones Dr.  
Kenner gave me, I knew it would never happen.

   So, from the other side, she came back, with dad, tucked a folder in her
drawer, and turned around.

   "Now," she looked down from my face to my shoes, "I don't know what I
can promise you, but let's have a look at you." Not business, but modest,
propper, almost librarian the way she reached up, and propped her glasses
back on her nose.  "I know," she sighed, "But I have to see what I'm
working with." Dad sat down.

   I tried closing my eyes, ignore them, imagine they're not there, like
mama said she did, standing on the stage.  "HhihH!" deep breath, don't
thing about my hands going down my front, like the nurse's uniform.  "It's
okay," I crossed my arms, slipped it over my shoulders, let it drop, and
cup my bra in my hands.  "Hh," in front of me, "I'm a doctor, nothing
sexual 'bout it."

   Lowered voice, husky, but monotone, no feeling to it.  Like a
hypnotist's voice.  "HhH!" I relaxed, let out my breath, felt my ribs
shrink in my arms.  'You guys sure you wanna see?' echoing in my head, 'You
really really really sure?'

   "Hhinh!" snap, "Uh!" I felt heavier, but gasped in a breath.  "HhHh."

   I let my hands fall, unbuttoned my pants like it was nothing.  Opened my
eyes even.  "Hmhmhm," she chewed on her glasses, and I looked over at dad.

   Bob {MTt NS}

   "Hmh." I shifted in my seat.  That Kenner woMan comes highly recomended,
but makes me uncomfortable.  I mean, I know, I can tell looking at "her",
but she looks so comfortable, secure in his femininity.  Post op, he shared
that with me, but didn't show me, any pictures, or anything.

   Looking up at her, my little girl, all grown up.  Janet had Bobby
Junior, and no idea where we were, why we were here.  Standing up, shyly,
ashamed of her body, face.  Hacked off in back, but hanging over in that
Punk/Goth/and now Emo bang, to cover her face.

   Always so pretty, developing well, her mother's figure.  And not wanting
it.  I'm not, like that, but I understand how much easier it must be to be
a girl, then woman.  For one thing, they're so much more attractive, she
could have any boy she wanted, even dressed down, and covered up like that.

   "Nh?" her knees cross under the sawed off black jean shorts.  Black
shirt, or blouse I mean, but she wears it like a shirt, a boy.  I look over
at the doctor, as it rustles to the floor.  Chewing the knarled arm of her
glasses, the emerald beads swing down, over her chest.  Not impressive,
barely noticable under the high collar, loose folds of her blouse.

   "Hmh," Barb bends down to slip off her shorts.  "Mhm!"

   So feminine, but not in a sexy way, she looked like a school marm.  Now
I remember, she said, "Sometimes it's not about sex, it's about gender."
and finally understood.  Look back at my daughter, standing up, naked,
sighing.  Not sexy, or sexual, just my little girl, while she still is one.
Mental note, remember her like this, the way she was, before becoming my
other son.

   Dr.  Kenner {Tt NS ME}

   Hmm, such a waist.  Lean, curving in over her hips.  Uh, what I wouldn't
have given, 15 years ago, oh the trageties of our times.  Back to work,
normal mammal development, for her age.  15, perfect, sagless, and gravity
defying, not small, but modest bust, 32B, if I remember.

   "Hhn!" my bra feels tight, and I pull my scapulae back to adjust it,
"Smuit!" Plain bra, plain as you can get, 'Nude', obviously thought a
neccissary evil.  The look of extacy, just taking it off, her sigh of
releif.  Young, 5'9", looking up at me.

   "It's all right," I sighed, and backed up.  Gently, all my patients have
these body issues, it even took me, years to get past them.

   "HhHhH!" she shivered, but undid her shorts, and bent down to slip them
down.  Granny panties, too, darker tan.

   "Hnh!" I mean, "Hmn," and slipped my glasses back on.

   Dirty blonde, didn't shave, anything, or even sweat.  "Okay," gently
guide her by the shoulder to the other door.  Okay, it's a closet, stacked
with printer paper, and a folded up massage table, but there's a mirror on
the back.

   She doesn't, "Look," I squeezed her shoulder, "I know, it's hard, but 
if you are going to chose what to change, you have to see what you are 
changing."

   "HhHh," she shudders, looks at her feet, and slowly raises her head.

   "There," I sweep her hair out of her eyes, "That's not so bad," she
blinks, twists her head, flips the hair back down.  The mastoid process
pops out, where her jaw meets her neck, cheek tightening.  "Kkeni," she
grits her teeth, "gitdressed, now?"

   "Sure," I pat her shoulder, "That's enough for now."

   Scabs, like ingrown hairs, dotting her left breast, she stuffs her
underwear in her pockets, pulls up her pants, crosses the shirt with her
arms, and tries to dissapear back into the couch, legs crossed.  "Would it
be all right if I took a blood sample?" I slid out a drawer from the
stainless steel cabinet.

   "Hh?" she looks up.  Not scared, but I can't tell through the hair.

   "You may have a congenital anamoly, or preexisting hormone imbalance I
have to screen for before I can start working up a treatment."

   "Oh," she flips her hair back, looks at my face, "Okay, I guess."
shrugs.

   She rolls up her sleeve, an old innoculation scar above her otherwise
smooth pale girly bicep.  Looking at the needle, she holds her breath. 
"Nt!" she closes her eyes, only after the stick, "NhH!" sighs.  No wince,
she just relaxes, sucks in her lip, pinches it with her teeth.  "HhHh."

   I pull out, "Hold this," she swaps thumbs on the cotton ball, and I
detach the catheter from the sample tube.

   "Anything else?" she rolls down her sleeves, and buttons up the front.

   I drop the gloves, and sharp in their containers, "Not today," check the
time, "I'll call you, to set up an appontment."

   "Okay," he nods, and follows her out.

   Rüby {tt MLM} 

{Now on with the Mutual Literary Mastrubation.  I don't usually do present 
tense 2nd person omniscient PoV, but dangit, there wern't no other way.}

   "Nh!" my makeup is a mess.  Hot day, all sweaty, mascara like black
tears.  {Aright, so mebe I shoulda warnd ya.}

   KlSHCHCH!!!  "Oh!" turn to swing the stall door open, "are you okay?"

   "Sniff!" dab at it, "Yeah, fine." grin

   "HinhinT!" self conciously covers her lips, but her sleeve tightens,
reaching up.

   Uh, "Let me guess, the clinic upstars?"

   "Dr.  Kenner." s/he nods, "You?"

   "Mendele'," {Might's well go for broke.} "next door."

   "Oh, is she good?" s/he has no idea.

   "Expensive." F2M?

   "Why don't you use the unisex up there?" definitely M2F.

   "Just stopped to check my makeup," closest mirror to the door, "You?"

   "Didn't make it." sHe shrugs.

   "I'm Rüby," sHe shakes my hand instead of lifting it up, and kissing it.

   "Brad." calouses, but just on the fingertips, slipping down my palm. 
"Here," sHe reaches for my purse, "let me fix you up."

   "Okay," close my eyes, feel the cold cream, tissue warmed by her hand,
opening my eyes, down at the fingers, nuckles.  Slight, and hairless, but
broad across the wrist.  Ring finger doesn't mean anything, but I checked
anyway, almost as long as the pointer.  "Hhn!" I could ask, but that would
ruin the game.

   "There," grinning up at me, "Much better." S/he's clean faced, freckles,
and all, nice mix of androgynous features.  Rounded corners of the jaw,
flatened point of chin, and nose, red eyes, watching mine.

   "So," blink up, "what'd you have done?"

   "Uh," look away, "I'm testing a new proceidure, epigenetics, they call
it."

   "How's that work?" she turns, and I follow out, up the stairs.

   I'm not sure, "Well, uh, I had this shot, and it shuts off my Y
chromosome.  The X takes over, walls it off, and takes over my endochrine
system." Or that's what sHe told me.

   "Oh," she nodded, "I'm just picking up my prescription." Testosterone,
and insulin needles for itratissue injection.

   "Who administers them?" looking down at the box of needles.

   "I do," she blinks, "Who gives you your shots?"

   "Gene," I blinked, but it wasn't that kind of shot.  "How do you,"
right, long sleves, "Do that?" in summer.

   "What?" looking down, "It's just like diabedics, my stystem doesn't
produce testosterone, instead of insulin, but it's the same principal."

   "Doesn't it hurt?" I'm not into pain.  It hurts, you know?

   "I guess," nice shoulders, strong, but still seems to think like a girl.
"So what're you up to now?" oh, I'd come back.  Not like I had an
appointment, just a blood test.

   "Hanging out with you?" I guessed.  "Nice car."

   A, let me see, {Heheheh,} 1983 mustang fox body, 400 Windsor, C6, floor
shifter.  {2+2 seating, show off.}

   "Thinks," self conciously, "My brother gave it to me." He likes his
Bronco better.  ;p {Touchey!}

   "How old are you?" {fancy pants?}

   well, let's see, my "brother" is six years younger than "me", so he'd
have to be at least 14 to be driving, "22." with a couple more years to be
on his seccond car.  I spent all mine on medical bills.

   {Right,} look up at the visor, "I'm nineteen."

   "Yeah right!" grinning in the rearview, "Forget I asked," or didn't.

   "Hnh!" flip down the vanity mirror, right pigtail wrecked by the lack of
air conditioning, but my face felt cooler.  "HhH!" as long as the windows
are down, "Mind if I smoke?"

   Soo pretty.  {Oh, thanks sweety!} long, and lean, black hair, with pink,
and fuscha highlights, standing out in tails from the back of her head. 
The widow's peak has to be shaved on, around the clear plastic sockets of
her goggles, like sawed off horns, {Yeah, Hellboy.} can't see the lenses
from here.

   "So," slipping them down with the back of hes hand, "where we going?"
Snake eyes, holographic dice, turned to [1][1].

   "My place?" what the fuck.  I forget who said it best, first but, not
ever day I run into my opposite sex.  Finding it attractive is like eating
the icing, first.  {Halfway decent.}

   Uhh, yeah, my place.  Hafta get back to you on that.

   {PL Mustang Sally.  Meanwhile, in the passenger seat, a veritible basion
of cybergoth fashion awaits.  Pink pinky, fuscha ring finger, longer than
the matching index, otherwise alternating nails, dropped back on the thigh
of black skin tight leather scale print pants tucked into knee high side
zip/24 eyelet leather converse all stars, flat heel.} "Uh!"

   All right, so the song ends, and we pull up the long dirt driveway, or
short dirt road in front of a garden.  "Here we are." Rabbit wall around
flowers, privacy hedges around the sides, and back, dandielions in front,
{bitch} then clover, grass, and finally a nice brick trim below the eaves
of a tiny cottage in the center.  {"KhHuhahHa!"}

   "What, does Barbie live here?" reserved self concious giggle.

   "I just rent it from her, when she's not in town from Malibu." Swinging
open the white pickett gate.

   "Nice," take hir hand, and walk up the fucking garden path.  {We already
got the fucking paperwork out of the way.}

   Thatch roof, {Hardwired (Walter Jon Williams);{} cinderblock walls,
steel door, no windows.

   "Very nice."

   KRNKkKkK!  chains rattle in the back.  Now here's the thing with Rüby,
you pretty much have to rape him.  He never makes a move, and won't last
very long without the powerplay.

   "HhH!" rub my sleeves, feel my blouse on my nipples.  {I can also be
seduced, but go on...}

   Oh yeah, Inside is basicly a cell, {It's somewhere in my Memory House.}
Welded angle iron cot, bolted down at the end, away from the door, which
swings in.  No windows, but cracks in the mortar, between the rebars,
sunlight shining in, glimpses of the yard outside.

   "What is this?"

   KNG!  LATCH.  "Silence!"

   "hH!" hold my breath, hugging my chest.

   Stepping in, hand to her chest, pushing her back on the bed.

   {Not much padding,} not going limp to crack my head on the cinderblock,
I release my legs, and sit down, catching myself with my arms.  "hnH!" look
up, mouth, and jaw tight.

   Take hes head in my hands, pushing back the goggles, slipping them off
with most of the clipon falls.

   Crossing my arms again, protectively covering my chest, fingers slipping
through the neon strings.

   Slipping my hand from behind me, whipping it around to hes neck, just
pricking it with the needle.

   Freese, hands already on the Kerambit, and sheath at the neck of my
blouse.  "HhHng," shudder, and swallow.  Tricky shot, the carotyd, or
jugular with a needle likeat, but it's already there.  No way I can draw,
stop her, and counterstrike that quick.

   "Drop it."

   Klank, looking straight a head, I slap your hand away, dropping back,
and uppercutting between your legs.  {Put your hand in the box.} Axe fist.

   "Uhn!" no external gonads, but still a bone bruise.  "Doy!" palm strike
to the forehead, crushing those pigtails to the cinderblock.  {Yeah, guess
who trained me too, Psiberzerker.} jump on hir, pinning hes hips {hem,
actually.} Whatever, stabbing down for your fucking chest.

   "hH!" elbow block, this close your weapon goes across, between us.

   Backhand, "Bitch!"

   Cross chinjab, other side, twisting off the wall with shoulder leverage.

   Rüby, remember?  At least keep the characters straight.

   {Speaking of which, we're in the middle of a scene here, stop stalling.}

   Push you down, "I'm stronger then you." Snarl.

   Now we're talkin,/} "Nhn!" eyes on the needle.

   Twisting on your shoulder, pointing down to your chest.

   "nhH!" wide eyes, slamming shut, turning away.

   Cold sharp steel, slipping into your breast, right next to the PsiPhi(c)
tattoo.

   "Nt!" try to hold my breath, "NhHhH!"

   "HhHhH!" yeah, a moment of vulnerability, hand shaking on the needle in
your chest.  Not quite orgasmic, but definitely drooling at both ends.

   {Yeah, right, I'm trying not to move down here, holding my breath,
you've got me Pinned.  Again, "Now what?"] . . .  [Jody?] {"HhHhH, Damn
it."} [fucking piquerists.  Psiberzerker is Offline.]

   Chapter IM (Tf Piqu)

   "Hhn!" I sign off, gently slip the needle from my chest.  Flexing 
experimentally, I have to lean to drop it in the sharps container.  

   "Huh!" this is way better, Dr. Margot doesn't have to do any more than 
talk to me about my progress, and write the prescription.  I tuck the still 
cool ampule in the fridge, but now it feels warm, spreading through my chest.

   I guess the cybersex helps too, I don't know him, but this Psiberzerker 
guy sure is creative.  Fucking weird, likes to imagine himself raped, and/or 
a girl, but that's what I like.  It takes his mind down strange paths, not 
to often explored.

   I [Shut Down], go to the garage, and my new weight bench.  No use wasting 
the shot, half in each side, I sit back on the seat.  About 25 degrees, it 
seems to be the optimal angle for the shape I want.  Ignore the puncture 
wounds, scabs, but concentrate on the corner, in the mirror.

   Uncle bruce comes home, so I quick put on a shirt, open the door to let 
all the hot air out.  "UhH!" the sweat cools on my neck, short brush cut 
hair, I wipe the stubble on my lip, and chin.  He moved in with his new 
boyfriend, Lenny, and I guess I just started living here with them.

   Mom can't even look at me no more.  It took a while to show, and even 
then she ignored it.  Femininity is real important to her, being pretty, 
finding a good man, and starting a familly.  It'll be forever before Bobby 
grows up enough to have kids, ain't even started puberty yet.

   They probably want the place to themselves, so I take off before the Man 
of the house gets home.  Strapping into my roller blades, it makes me a lot 
faster, and puts nice corners in my buttocks.  Heart going good, I set my 
breath, medium depth, swing into it with my obliques, crest the hill.

   And crouch down, elbows on my knees, just breathe.  Dropping my right, I 
kick out bank down, and back up, through the intersection ramp, and turn on 
the sidewalk.  "HhH!" stand up, get pumping, swing my arms into it for 
ballance, and momentum.

   "Shit," car pulls out, lunge, duck, and kick off with my back leg.  KRMP, 
jump off the hood with my back, and arms, aim the blades, and, KSLWH! land it.

   HOONNK!  Finger over my shoulder, not even looking back.  Coasting 
through the dirt lot, it's like mud polished by tyres, but I have to be 
carefull where I put my wheels.

   DING!  "Oh, hey Barb."  She looks up from her trade mag.

   "Uh," no cameras, or customers this time of day, but I'm not technicly 
supposed to be in here.  Fortunately, I look older.  "Lacey?"

   "Yeah?" {Nice.}  She's pretty femmy, lipstick, unless you happen to 
notice the Labrys' hanging from her earlobes, and know what they mean.  
{If I had to pick somebody to play Lacey, at this age, Emily Proctor, from 
CSI: Miami.  She plays (Albums), and the rules say I can't use anything I 
don't have in my collection.  NP: The Shizit - SoFTeR (Remixed for the 
Revolution.)}  

   She reaches out to turn it down, rose sleeve, emphasizing the thorns.

   "You do intramuscular peircings?" step up, and put my arms on the counter.

   "Chopping early?" she looks me up, and down.

   Femmy for me, but in a way for her, she knows how young I am.  She said, 
and I quote, 'Don't get me shut down.'

   "Just going through options," I glance down at her chest.  Fishnet, 
electrical tape over the nipples, and jewelry.  Looks like a cross, through 
them.

   "You gay, or something?" back up to her eyes.

   "Hnh!" I roll my eyes, "I prefer 'family'," or Extended Family, "But 
yeah," Something.  Now let me explain.  Lacey isn't just gay, but a 'Bull 
Dagger.'  That's what she said, a top, fucker.  'I just like looking damn 
good doing it.'

   {PL Shizit - Audio Jihad II (Angry God/RftR)  And on with the 2nd person 
Omniscient}

   "Oh," Not technicly true, "I'm gay, but not narrow."

   "Yeah," so I read.  {/Noncon: Peircing Beauty,/Curious: Chapter IV.  Yes, 
pun intended, I wasn't never gonna get to Chapter IM.}

   "So what kind of IM where you thinking?"

   "Uh," look down self conciously "Pectoral."

   "Suspension?" a guess.  "Come on," I go close up, most of the customers 
show up later anyway, for tattoos, when Cathy's here.

   "How old are you?" hottopic to Tattoo shop, quite a bit of the story 
missing.

   "27," looking back, yeah, jailbait, ten years difference.  Now, my 
personal opinion of the whole age thing is don't abuse it.  I'm not gonna do 
nothin sexual anyway, till I talk to Cathy.  It's an open relationship, 
but our rule is, 'Ask First.'

   Any way, };p  I plop down on the gyno table, or whatever.  Close, it's all 
the same materials, but with blue pleather arms, folded up.  PLP!  
Heavy, dense with muscle, still wirey on a girl's frame.

   "So whathre you thalking about?"  Standing, arm up on the door.  Black 
pleated skirt, and Chuck Taylor Allstars, white soles, and stars.

   "Hh," reach to zip down my hoody, "I kind of have to show you."  Sports 
bra, 'Orangutan Titteh' prominant pectoral shelf.  "Right here," on the 
corner, where my nipple should be.

   "Uh," blink, "Oh."

   "Uhh, yeah."

   "You're Trans."

   "Yeah." look away.

   "And what else?"

   "Uh, (piquerist.)"

   "What?"

   "I,"

   "I know what it means, Hh!  I mean, they're all."

   "Well, YeaH!"

   "Oh," shake my head, "Right."

   CKT! look back, "it's just Cath."  ZXZP!

   {Breifly multitasking,}  Okay, in a nutshell, Kat Von D, or one of her 
gay freinds.  Slightly different set, full sleeves, tight tank top, jeans, 
sawed off, and rolled up between the knees, and calfs, ancle boots with 3 
3/4" stilletto heels.  Rockabilly Butch bottom, byegones.

   "Hi, hunny," smuit! "Who's this?"

   "That girl, Barb," hnh, pinch my nose.  <What?  "Lacey.">

   {BGM 1:57 "I don't care!"}

   "Uh!" around the world with the eyes, "Take her home," pass the keys, 
"Smwt!"

   Long story short, Subaru Justy, yellow.  Countless bumper stickers 
partialy on the sides, and windows, apparently  Blaupunkt.  Switching 
disks from Clutch to Cyanotic - Gears gone wild.  "THIS SHOULD BE PLAYED AT 
HIGH VOLUME," windows down, "PEFERABLY IN A RESIDENTIAL AREA."  {Okay, I 
don't have this one, yet.  Alls I can say is, "BUY IT!"
http://www.bitriotrecords.com/brcontent/ecards/ggw/  OTOH, Lacey has 
Jackhammer Chamber Ensemble in her collection, with their 
keyboardist/programmer, Molinja Bach}.

   So, yeah, not much conversation.  I just sat back, took the kickdown, 
listened to the sonic assault.  Groved a little, then quite a bit, shook the 
little car with my mass.

   Whatever, AWD, head bouncing, battle axes swinging, no goggles, she just 
likes the music.  Singing along, pointing, and shaking her head at opportune 
intervals, and thinking to herself.

   Okay, trans, not the weirdest thing still on the list, and another 
piquerist.  Okay, I'm receptive, but come on, where in the world are there 
two at the same time, both female.  This trumps age, if you're paraphilic 
enough.

   Strong looking, that chest was, I don't know, inhuman?  That much atrophy 
at 17, and I still hadn't seen under the lycra.  Cute, though, 
pretty, bleached blond, but cropped short, then grown out, like the ends 
were sun bleached, but it looked good on her face.  Not even boyish, except 
her expressions, like her body language.  Unaware of how cute it looks, not 
self concious, secure in her sex, or gender, whatever she's got figured out.

   Looking back, lace trimmed jacket thrown on over the fishnet tanktop.  
Pink, red lace, I swear to god.  Not sure how much is trans in there, really 
only one way to find out.  überfemmy, to look at, then real butch 
acting, as natural as if everbody's like this.

   Not a masculine bone in her body, tigole bitties, not much shoulder to 
hang them off, generous in the hips.  Spend more than half a minute around 
her, you know she thinks she can kick your ass, and you're not sure if she's 
right.

   Lacey {Ft Piqu}

   Not clear across town, but a good commute.  An apartment, we sleep in 
shifts during the day to stay up all night.  2 bedroom, one bed, and plastic 
sheeting over the carpet in the other, an old table, and stainless steel rack 
the only furniture.

   "Okay," wave at your shirt, hoody, whatever.

   "Oh," zip down, drop it behind me in the hall, and pull at the bottom of 
the lycra.  More than medical enough to overcome my nudity, and body issues, 
I was here to improve that.

   "Hh," so masculine, I found myself looking up at her face, then back 
down.  Even the scaring, and scabs look like razor rash, flat, but not as 
broad as a man, nice genorous hips.  Fold up the table to about 45 degrees, 
and go put on my music.  

   Not to loud, something ambient, good groove, shouldn't piss off the 
neighbors too much.  Front Line Assembly - Vanished, and Epitaph, left in
her Nick Cave', Elvis Costello, and Warren Zevon, wouldn't take more'n an 
Album, and EP.  Now, I don't know about you, but I call That "Easy 
listening."

   "Scuse me?" she looked up.

   "Nothing," I went to the cabinet, and got some stuff out.  "What gauge 
were you thinking?" washed my hands, and pulled on gloves.

   "About 10, maybe eight."  Right, I grabbed a handfull of baggies, with 
needles, and jewelry inside.  

   "Right, lets pick something out first, rings?"

   "Yeah," she looks down, flexing, and rubbing the sides of her chest.  
Pink nipples, low in the middle, but not aged much, flacid, but not 
wrinkled.  "What're those?"

   "Crescent guagers," perfect, with O rings to hold them in place.  "As 
they heal up, you can make the hole larger, these go up to eight."  In the 
centers, curved, and tapered to sharp looking points.  "I'll start you with 
curved studs," 12G these, "until you heal."

   Soak a swab, and drop the jewelry in, swirl the forceps open, then pluck 
the needle out of the steripac with them.  "Hold still," I lean down, clean 
the area.  "Around here?"

   "Yeah," she nods, "Right there."

   "Okay," ready the clamps, "Relax," she flexed, but I tried to watch, see 
how it moved, "Hold still."  Gently clamp, try not to pinch the fold too 
much, Pretty much have to go diagonal, or it's not on the corner, high for 
horizontal, or inward for vertical.

   Look up, she blinks, watching, interested.  No anticipation of pain, 
shortness of breath, earilly calm.  "I'm ready," she nodded, seriously.

   "Hh," I looked down, concentrated, and carefully placed the needle.  IM 
is hard because of the flexible fiberous texture of muscle.  They have to 
expand to shorten, pull, you don't want to obstruct, or interfere with that.
"h."  I held my breath, p.

   She sighed, eyes closed, slips her tongue out to lick her lip.  A flush 
spread across her chest, and mine started feeling warm as well.  Receptive 
too!  Probably mostly autoerotic at this point, which means inexperienced.  
I take a breath, thread the stud on the back of the needle, and slip it 
through.

   "Nhn!" the smile on her face looks pained, pleased by it, masochistic.  I 
gently screw on the stopper bead, "Uh," she's looking down, "Can I do the 
other one?"

   "Sure," my hands are shaking anyway.

   brad {TF Pica Auto}

   Didn't look to hard, and I always like to take my transformation in my 
own hands, if I can.  She took me through the whole proceedure, showed me 
how to sterilise, and explained why.  I washed my hands in the bathroom.

   I sat back down again, no arms on this one, it just folds up in half, 
like my press bench.  The sterilizer is cold again, makes my old nipple 
stiffen, goose flesh stand out like the prickles in my chest.  "Let me do 
the clamp,"  carefully, almost surgical concentration.

   Kinda a visor, covering her eyes, and glasses if she wore them.  The 
dull pinch, carefully watching how she does it.  The wrong kind of pain, 
but the last one was almost ogasmic.  I could feel it, released, dully 
aching, through me.

   "Now," she passed me the forceps, and I slipped my glove tips in the 
handles.  "Try to aim around the muscle fibers, it will heal a lot cleaner,
that way."

   "Okay," I took it, tried to feel where the other one is, exactly before 
reaching over.  Try to swap the memory of the way she did it, in a mirror, 
with my hand instead of her's.  Long slow deep breath, "hnht!" let it out, 
the beveled tip of the metal tube barely touching.

   Lungs empty, I anchor my ribs, relax my left side, and press.  Pp! "Hih?" 
so close, heart pounding, rush of oxygen, so hot my arms feel cold.

   "Hmn," I open my eyes, "Good stick."  She barely moves the needle in me, 
taking the handles, unlocking them with a thoughtless twist of her thumb, 
and lining up the curved stud.  "You want to do this too?"

   "(please,)" shallow as possible, she moved her fingers, and I gently 
reached over to pinch the bead on the end.  I closed my eyes, "Nht!" closer, 
right at the edge felt like, and I didn't even touch nothin down there.  "Hn 
hnh nh."

   "Good," she screwed on the other ball, stepped back, walked around, 
turned her head to one side, then the other.  "Looks good," steps back to 
the door, "There's a mirror in the bathroom."

   "Yeah," reaching up to gently touch them, wings pulling out on the side, 
a nice stabbing twinge when I flex to pop them off.  Good job, they match, in 
the same place, angle.

   KkK! swapping out CDs, she'll be in there a while so program P.U.L.S.E, 
and the Still & Raw EP.  {PL#242} kKk! - Together (PULSE)  WTF, throw in 
(Transhuman) too.  

   "You know how to take care of those?" so unprofessional, but that's why 
I did it here, probly won't lose my liscence.

   "Uhuh?" turn, "There is," look down, "Something else," gently put my 
hands together.  No sign of shock, chest still flushed, spreading up to her 
prominant clavicles, gentle slope of shoulders foreshortening her neck.

   "What?"

   "Uh," shift uncomfortably, "Well, you see," looks away, "I'm kinda still 
a Virgin."

   "You never been with a woman before?" I guessed.

   "No," sighs, "I never, (fucked) before."  Not even a whisper, she mouthed 
the wordy dird, but didn't say it.

   {PL 3:52 "Landing on my shore."}..."I hate uncomfortable silences," I 
took her hand, and lead her back into the drum, and base, slow ebb, song 
ending,and it switched to XXX Girlfreind.  "Hh," sorry, Cath.

   "Okay," I set down, "You have an intact Hymen?"  She nodded, "And you 
want me to peirce that for you?"  How is that possible?  I mean anything's 
possible, but how?

   "Well," her eyes search the floor, "Sort of."

   "Hh," this was taking far to long, "You want me to break it, your cherry."

   "I can't," she nodded, "I tried, even with a needle, but my fingers won't, 
do it."  Was she going to cry?

   Okay, forget the legal ramifications for a seccond, way beyond underage 
peircing here.  Statutory Rape, no matter what I have her sign, and why are 
my hands shaking?  Grip my knees, that's better.  "Nh!", I mean, "Okay."

Barb {TF Tits Piqu Rape}  {242 - 7Rain (S&R)}

   Already half naked, I looked up at her face, and suddenly felt them.  
Bare, hanging from my chest, I cross my arms, cover them.  Trying to cover 
her lust, biting her lip a little, maintain professional face.

   "Hh," she dropped her jacket, mind if I "take this off?" gripping the 
hem of the fishnet top.

   "nH!" all doubt gone, even through the mesh, achers of round female 
flesh.  Swinging apart, arms over her, bouncing, rolling together, and 
dropping it to the floor.

   "Ahh," that's better, let them breathe.  Female sweat, not rancid, maybe 
startin to go a little stale, but in an 8x10 room, door closed.  "Relax."  
All the charm I can manage, but she's not looking at my face, is she?

   Uhh, no.  A bit loower, going cockeyed as you get closer, like Marty 
Feldman.   {Nice, 3 points.}  lool, "Uhh," lest we forget why we're here, I 
slip down my skirt, and under wear together, and sit back on the table.

Lacey (FT Saph Piqu Tits)

{PL Cyanotic - Order out of Chaos... (Transhuman)}

   "Here," recline it, "Lay back."  I let my hand slide back, to hir 
shoulder, Definitely not Her, any more, overgrown, powerful torso.  Looking 
up at me, smiling pretty, nervous, unsure, lips tight, but ready.  "Relax," 
rub hir shoulders, 

   {Now, Lacey knew "Me," in the fantasy world she lives in, any way.  
Peircing Beauty, then again in Curious.  Long ago, and all that, but I'd 
already thought up the ten possible genders, including the two standard, 
and some of the pronouns for them, specficly Hem, and Hir.}

   Anyway, there ain't no way I'm keeping my hands to myself at this point, 
so let me just say, I'm kind of busy down here with the twins.  Weighing 
them in the scales of my hands, testing firmness with my grip, picking at 
the electrical tape XXes.

   Sorry, (+)(+), she doesn't stop you.  Carefully, then, (+)(=).  "Nhm!" 
bit lip, eyes closed, strong fingers rubbing your shoulders, and chest.  In 
the middle, but sauce for the goose...

   I take a gander at the warm soft weight in my hands, pull the other 
strip off, down, carefully.  

   Pulled out to a conical tip, the tape pops off, snapping off the 
cruciform double peircing, vertical over horizontal through the erect 
nipple.  Studs, hexagonal prism heads, chromoly or some other stainless 
alloy.

   Nice and distracted, I run my fingers over hir chest, and check out what 
else she's got under the hood.  Half the reason for doing this is seeing 
the custom work.  {Maybe a little ME, so whatcha got?  BTW, some time 
dilation here, somewhere in Deface (Transhuman)}

   Rippling midriff, shaved pubis, lots of mons, stippled with puncture 
scars, and scabs, like razor rash.  None below that.  "Hmh," covering a 
shiver.  Now I know as well as any lesbian pushing thirty that the clitorus 
goes far up into the pubis mons, and spreads over the bone.

   That had to hurt, a lot, run my fingers down the soft shaved bulge, just 
another kind of feminine flesh, eh?  Chicken skin, plucked, but still 
bumpy, hard pills of scar tissue deep in the flesh, inhuman.  Sighing, 
that's more than enough to pop my little man out.  "Nh!"

   {I'm assuming the pubic injections site.}  Major virilization, not 
enough to fuck a gnat, but a couple years of direct testosterone exposure 
leads to a lot of erectile tissue, hood pulling back taut like a foreskin, 
clitorus bulged to an endospadial cleft penis head.  Smaller even then a 
prepubertal boy's but it's a start.

   {PL probably about halway through Beta Blocker.  Say 3:17 "Not sure I 
wan to feel those, Psychotropics, any more!" 3:23...}  Slip my fingers 
around it, curling down, over the labia, my other hand sliding, gloved up 
the inside of hir thigh.

   Hands shaking, touching where I dared not, the disk skipping, no the 
music, "Anymore!" drifting back, dragging me with it, her finger at my 
lips, gloved tips probing in, gently, feeling the barrier, pressing it.  So 
tight, gripping the nailless latex coated pinky, a drop of lube, warming, 
going almost liquid, wetting, spreading,

   Pt

   Barby {TF Rape}  {BGM: Cyanotic - Antithesis (Transhuman)}

   "Nht!" jerk reflexively, eyes wide, teeth tight, lips pulling back.

   Surprise, tight clenching on the pinky.

   "HrnH!" swinging wildly, catching on the stainless rack, hand tightening 
in the drawer, sharp pricks in my fingers, and palm.

   "Nh?" looking away, turning my head, pulling out, and letting go.

   "Brch!" balling into a fist, not even wincing, hand turning wrist on the 
top edge of the drawer, face wrenched tight with fury.  "Fukin kunt!" push 
her back.  Not fighting, parylized with horror at this point.

   Smack her out of it, with a handfull of needles.  "Aih!" already turned 
aside, the barbs graze, jerk in your hand grate against bone.  Mixed 
gauges, and tattoo sets from Cathy, unwashed, randomly poking in an out.  
And might I add, that's real fuckin nasty.

   <Thankyou!>I like the pain, force her back with my bare hand, and pin 
her chest with my fist.  "HhHhH!"  Full thatch, rocking out with his cock 
out, snarling, flexed up as much as possible, gringing it in.

  Screams over the electronic cocaphony, "Dissonnance!"  AIAIAIH!  "Is all I hear!"

  Growling under it, jerking her away from the wall, barbed fist at her 
throat, forcing her down.  She cooperates, tries to stay away from the sharp 
points, bloody inky mess of your left fist?

  <Not sure which side it was on, but of course!>  Stradling, pressing my 
hardon into your belly, humping a little, reaching up to pluck the longest 
needle from my hand.  Eyes closed, face still feirce, biting my lip.

  "Nh?" turned away, to the right, cheek seeping from the shallow, but jagged 
rips, and scratches.

   "Hhh!" pinching and rolling it, bloody with my finger, and thumb.  
Sadistic expression, looking down, resting my palm on the right breast, 
flattening it.  Hollow, and unfixed, I slip it in carefully, slowly to feel 
the tight wet friction.

   "Nht!" jerked back slightly out of subspace by the stab of pain, drifting 
deeper,..9

   "hHhH!" relax, twitching against your belly, fingertips pressed into your 
breast, a drop spilling from the open end of the hollow needle, into 
my hand.

<I love a happy ending, ;{  What?  She had to end up at the Farm somehow!>