Heather                   by: Jacki Pett

 

Part 4

Renie smiled, enjoying herself. "Oh, I think you’ll like this Heather." If she had any second thoughts they were gone now, seeing him like this. "Don’t fight me dear." She said softly. She reached out and stroked the smooth skin on his bare hip. "Now get up on your knees." She instructed him.

Walter wasn’t about to do what she said. All to fresh in his mind was what had happened back at his uncle’s house. He remembered well what that man had done to him and how it felt.

Renie relished in his panic. It made it all that much more exciting. "Get up on your knees." She told him. She didn’t really expect him to comply so easily. He’d need some prodding and she was ready.

It was worse than he remembered. The dildo was not as giving as the man had been and it never lost it’s hardness. The woman was relentless. It was bad enough the way she rythemicly kept sliding it in and out but she didn’t stop there. As she did it she began to caress his breasts under him. She toyed with his nipples and despite himself, he became aroused. He wanted her to stop but at the same time he succumbed to his own excitement.

Renie was persistent. She could tell that he was enjoying it, despite his objections when she first plunged the toy deep inside him. She could feel his nipples stiffen and she rubbed first then squeezed the soft pink skin. She didn’t give up until he came on the sheets. She was sorry that she hadn’t put down a towel but she didn’t expect him to react to her the way he did. She was delighted. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to find a man to do to him what she’d done. It started her thinking.

He cried with the pain. He didn’t stop when she finally pulled the thing from his bottom. When she came to bed, turning out the lights and pulling the covers up over the two of them, he sobbed.

Renie put down a towel under him. Tomorrow he could clean the bed sheets but tonight she just wanted to sleep. With the stunner well out of his reach she laid up against his back and snuggled close with her arm around his waist. She felt very happy and satisfied as she lay there.

Renie hadn’t expected him to respond the way he did. She would make him accustomed to the pleasures he’d experienced tonight. It would be thrilling to make him finally desire her gifts of pleasure. She was more convinced than ever that she wanted him to stay. Not for just the two weeks she originally envisioned, but from then on. The Uncle wouldn’t care if he ever saw the boy again. She was sure of that. It’d be wonderful to have the boy there for her, at her beck and call.

The two finally drifted off to sleep. Renie happy, the boy sobbing softly.

Renie was anxious to make him satisfy her when they awoke late the next morning. They showered together. Renie took great pleasure in have him wash her all over. To further humiliate the boy, she made him douche to clean himself of the oils she’d used the night before. He was mortified by having her do that to him.

In just his robe, he made Renie breakfast and sat there while she ate. Walter had no appetite.

He striped her bed and put on fresh sheets, washing the soiled ones.

Walter said very little that morning. He spoke only when Renie asked him something. He felt demoralized. What she had done to him seemed to strip him of his manhood, his will to resist. That she could do that so easily to him left him feeling small and helpless.

It was almost eleven thirty when he finished cleaning up the bedroom and kitchen. Renie told him that now he had to hurry to be ready when his friend Tina arrived.

Walter didn’t object or give Renie a hard time. He felt resigned to do what she said. He had less than an hour and he knew he’d need every minute to get ready. He blocked out any thoughts of last night and this morning.

Standing naked in front of his mirror, he critically examined his figure. His legs looked fine but could stand a little exercise to get rid of some flab.

His waist was not as slender as Tina’s and that bothered him. He made a conscious decision to do what he could to change that, between exercising and diet, he was determined to loose some of the fat he saw there.

Strangely, his greatest wish now was that he had better features. Tina was naturally beautiful and he felt ugly compared to her. Maybe, if his hair was longer, he might look more convincing. He was definitely going to let his hair grow and see, at least for now.

He picked out matching bra and panties, ones that he’d never worn before. The panties were string bikinis and he didn’t think twice about trying them on. Walter knew most girls wore them and Tina was probably no exception, he thought to himself. It was almost a conscious wish to try to look as pretty as her.

The bra was pretty with lace cups. He adjusted the straps until it was comfortable on his chest.

Again, in front of the mirror he admired the girl in his reflection, in her pretty underwear. When his eyes rose to his hair he decided to stop wasting time and get to work. The clock on the nightstand said it was a quarter of twelve and his hair was a mess. He wanted to be ready when Tina arrived.

Walter was just finishing his make up when Renie and Carol came in. He hadn’t heard her arrive but his door was closed and locked so that wasn’t surprising.

He was a little surprised to see them dressed so well and he told them, "You both look really pretty." He hoped that telling them that would get him points.

Carol had on a black skirt and stockings with a pink blouse. Renie was in navy slacks with a white linen blouse. They both looked very smart.

Renie was pleased with the complement and to see he was doing so well, getting ready on his own. She smiled at him with sitting there, looking so adorable.

Carol was tickled by his complement too. He didn’t even seem bothered that he was wearing only underwear and they were completely dressed. He was getting over his shyness. "How are you this morning?" She asked with a smile.

She didn’t know, he realized. She didn’t know what her friend did to him. She couldn’t hide that from him if she did. Should he tell her? Why? What could she do about it? "Fine." That was all he said to his friend.

"Tina called and asked what everyone was wearing." Renie told him.

He had heard the phone ring when he was trying to fix his hair. "She called?" He asked. It intrigued him that she did that. "What did she say?" He assumed she called to back out of going with them.

"She asked for you, Heather. I told her you were in the shower. She wanted to know what you were wearing today. I told her that we were all getting a little dressed up since we’re shopping for a nice dress for you and that you’d need to wear your heels."

He didn’t ask what the dress she planned on buying him was for. If it had to do with Renie, he didn’t want to know. "What should I wear?" He asked.

Renie already had decided what he’d wear today. She went to his closet and she took out the purple jumper with the white polka dots.

Renie wished now that she hadn’t bought so many of his clothes at Frederick’s. The jumper was the only outfit they had picked out at Jordan Marsh and she knew she should have bought more like it instead of the sexy outfits. She liked him looking sweet and pretty.

He had seen it before. He had taken it out of the closet and looked at it the other day. He had never dreamed of wearing it. It was a coulot outfit, too revealing the way the front was cut low. The top was fitted and the drop waist would cling to his narrow waist. What he had thought was a skirted bottom he could now see was actually shorts. It wasn’t going to be easy to go out in public wearing it. The confidence that he had discovered yesterday was a little shaken.

His private thought was how silly he’d feel wearing it but it couldn’t be any worse than he felt yesterday, in a girl’s bathing suit. Or last night, in his pretty nightie. He had to go and despite how ridiculous he felt, he had to appear to go along cheerfully. He did worry a little about what Tina might wear, whether he’d be over dressed and what she’d think of it. "It’s not too dressy?" He asked.

Renie could see the fear in his eyes, in his expression when he first saw what she wanted him to wear, and she loved it. "No, not at all Heather." She told him smiling cruelly.

Walter looked from Renie to Carol. Her nod of approval meant more than Renie’s assurances. Alright, he thought to himself, if they were sure. "Ok." He said with a false grin as he took the outfit from Renie and carefully laid it on the bed.

Something had happened yesterday. The shock of the transformation was certainly part of it. More than that, was the way he had been accepted by the girls as one of them. Tina and her friend Gina, in particular, were so nice to him. The fact that they were both beautiful had something to do with the way he felt. They liked him as Heather and he valued that, as weird as the situation was. He wanted to be their friend. It wasn’t that he enjoyed being like one of them but what choice did he have now but to make the best of it, until he found a way out?

Walter turned to Carol, "Would you help me with my hair. I can’t seem to get it to look right." He had wasted too much time struggling with it already.

Carol was happy to help him. The fact that he asked for her help thrilled her. "Sure Heather."

Renie was beginning to really resent her friend’s interference. She didn’t like the fact that Carol was getting close to the boy, that he preferred her help to Renie’s. She would have rathered he ask her for help with his hair. He was her’s, after all.

He and Carol were completely absorbed with fixing his hair when Renie walked out of his room.

Carol helped him change his makeup. He looked too made up for a girl his age. In their zeal to make him look like a girl they had shown him how to pile it on. Carol realized her mistake yesterday at the pool, seeing the other young girls. If he was going to look natural, he would have to learn to make himself up without appearing to wear any make up at all. The bright eyeshadows would have to go, along with the bright lipcolors.

Walter didn’t argue with her while she changed his look. His only concern was that the lighter makeup might not disguise him enough. It might make him appear less like a girl and that would be disastrous.

Walter watched in the mirror as Carol styled his hair. Using only a gel and a technique she call ‘scrunching’, she transformed him. He had a full head of soft curly hair. It was a style he had seen on a number of girls and it looked convincing on him.

Carol helped him select the rest of his clothes when they finished his hair and makeup. Pantyhose still made him uncomfortable and the taupe pair Carol gave him to put on were no different.

He was given the pearl jewelry to wear. Drop earrings, a matching necklace and bracelet looked ‘darling’, according to Carol. Walter wasn’t so sure.

He was relieved that he didn’t have to wear the really high heels. Carol gave him the low healed black pumps to put on.

Carol stood back and admired him. "You look very pretty Heather." She told him smiling.

Walter could see she was sincere and not mocking him.

He was standing in front of the mirror, debating if he could really do this, when he heard the door bell. It was almost twelve thirty. It was Tina. How was she going to react to seeing him like this, he wondered? What would she think of the outfit, of him?

The jumper wasn’t quite as snug fitting as he thought it would be but it did hug his curves. The low cut front worried him. In the mirror, he could just see just the very tops of the mounds on his chest. That bothered him.

He took one last look at himself before going out to the living room. Carol walked out into the living room with him.

Tina was standing in the kitchen. Renie had let her in.

"Hi." He said with a genuine smile. She looked terrific. She wore a skirt and blouse. The skirt and blouse was fitted and showed off her great shape. "I really like that outfit." He told her, remembering what Carol had taught him.

Heather was really sweet. "You look great too." She looked really nice in her coulot.

"Thanks." Was all Walter could think of to say.

Renie suggested, "Heather, why don’t you show Tina your room. I’ll be ready in just a minute and we can go." Renie was proud of the way his room was decorated. She had gone to great pains and a fair expense to make it look as pretty and feminine as she could. Her intent was to embarrass and make him uncomfortable but that plan seem to have backfired. At least his having to show it to others might disturb him a little.

They took Carol’s Bronco. Tina and the boy sat in the back. Tina was a talkative little thing and Walter was more at ease talking to her today than he had been yesterday. Conversation was on topics he could handle without embarrassing himself.

Renie and Carol just listened as the two talked between themselves. Carol was proud of how well he was doing.

Walter was surprised when they pulled into the same mall that Linda had taken him to last Sunday, on their way to her mother’s house.

His thoughts drifted back to that day as they searched for a parking spot. He had enjoyed himself at Linda’s mothers. At least that’s how he remembered the experience now. With all he’d been through he realized it hadn’t been so bad. He wished he were there now, with Linda. And just maybe Tina too.

Tina walked with Heather ahead of his aunt and her friend as they entered the mall. "I’d be going crazy."

Walter turned to her, questioning. He didn’t understand.

Tina couldn’t imagine anyone who wouldn’t be excited about having someone willing to buy her all new clothes. She’d seen how bare Heather’s closet was. "I don’t know how you can be so calm?"

She was right. He realized his mistake but how to correct it now? He leaned back on the story he’d told Tina and her friends. "It all just seems so strange." He told her in a whisper. "I’m not used to wearing things like this." He told her. It was the truth.

"I just can’t imagine what it must have been like." Tina understood. "You’ll get used to it. You just have to give yourself a little time."

"What are you two whispering about." Renie asked as she and Carol came up behind them.

"Heather was just saying how strange it is to wear normal clothes." Tina told her. "I was just saying she’ll get used to it. I’d be going crazy if I was getting a whole new wardrobe. She seems so calm about it."

Carol put her arm around the boy’s shoulders. "It’s pretty exciting, isn’t it?" She made sure that Tina didn’t see her wink at Walter.

He understood the signal. He’d have to force himself to seem more excited. He’d try.

Renie had no intention of buying the boy a lot of clothes. She wished Carol would back off. He wouldn’t need much but Carol didn’t know her plans for Heather. Renie did realize that he’d need a few things. He couldn’t very well make do with the few things she’d bought him so far. His making friends with the girl, Tina, had complicated things in a way she hadn’t anticipated. She couldn’t just keep him locked up in the house all the time now. The girl knew about his living there and there’d be questions. Renie didn’t realize how complicated it would be.

To Heather, Tina said, "You’re going to need lots of clothes for school. I’ll help you pick out some things." She just assumed.

School! Renie didn’t know how she was going to handle that issue but he certainly couldn’t go off every day to school. "I’ve decided to send heather to a private school. I think it will be better for her, at least for the first year." That sounded plausible as she said it.

Tina was as shocked as Walter. He didn’t understand why she played out the lie. He knew she had to send him back to his Uncle soon. She couldn’t keep him a prisoner indefinitely. How he would handle that happening he had no idea but he’d have to think of something.

"Private school. Like with uniforms and all that?" Tina asked, disappointed. How awful for Heather.

"Sure." Renie said with a smile. "She’ll like it."

Tina didn’t want to say any more about it. Private school sounded awful to her but she decided she shouldn’t put it down any more in front of Heather.

"Let’s go find you a dress for dinner tonight." Now Carol and Renie led the way.

Renie found the perfect dress in the third store they tried. Along the way they bought a few other things for the boy. She only bought him outfits that would make him look the way she wanted him to now, sweet and demure. The dress was the only exception. It was a sexy little black dress that looked marvelous on him. With the right accessories, he’d look stunning.

They spent the entire afternoon going in and out of the stores. Carol even bought him a few things. The women were really pleased as they took all the packages upstairs when they got home.

Walter was as thrilled. He said goodbye to Tina out on the sidewalk before going up. "I’m really glad you came with us." He told her. He had gotten to know her better and he really liked the girl. She seemed to like him too.

"I’ll give you a call tomorrow night." She told Heather with a smile as she headed home.

Walter watched her walk away, thinking to himself that he wished he could really be himself with her. He liked her a lot.

"Don’t you think the dress is a little much for him?" Carol asked when they were alone for the first time.

"No, he looks fantastic in it." Renie argued.

"I didn’t mean that. He looked wonderful but to go out with you and Howie? Don’t you think you’re over doing it a little?"

Renie was really beginning to regret have let Carol in on the whole thing. She was too sympathetic toward the boy. "No, it’s perfect." She insisted. End of discussion.

"Heather and I need to get ready to go out now. Why don’t you give me a call tomorrow and I tell you how it went." Renie wanted her to leave

She couldn’t believe Renie was telling her to go. She had planned on helping the boy get ready. She wanted to help him. He needed her. Carol was more than a little annoyed with Renie as she picked up her purse from the table and turned for the door.

"You’re leaving?" Walter asked as he came into the living room. He thought she was going out to dinner with them.

"I have things I have to do." Carol said with a smile. She gave Renie a dirty look, over his shoulder as she gave the boy a hug. "You have a nice time tonight." With that, she turned an left.

Now Walter was worried. He didn’t want to be alone with Renie.

"Go on in and start to get ready. I’ll be in to help you in a few minutes." Renie told him. Renie’s thoughts were elsewhere. She knew now that she was going to have to cut Carol out of the picture somehow. She was going to be a problem if she learned Renie’s plan to keep the boy.

Walter sat nervously waiting on the couch, all ready to go. His new black clutch bag lay on the couch beside him.

He actually felt a little excited about going out now. In the store, the dress intrigued him. He felt he actually looked nice in it. Now, with his hair up, wearing his black stockings and his pearl jewelry, wearing the new perfume Carol bought him today, he looked and felt really pretty. He was amazed at how much nicer he looked with his hair up the way Renie did it for him. Heather was actually a pretty girl and he felt he was beginning to play the part well.

Renie really had to hurry. She had spent too much time getting the boy ready, but it had been worth it. She couldn’t wait for Howie to see him. She didn’t have too long to wait.

Howie wasn’t thrilled about having her niece tag along tonight. When, as she came up the steps, he saw the girl sitting there on Renie’s couch he gave it more thought. He expected the worst and this was not just some gawky looking schoolgirl.

Walter was surprised by the doorbell. He’d been reading a magazine and it startled him. He wondered who it could be?

Renie heard the bell too. "Heather, come here." She wasn’t ready for Howie to see her.

Walter stopped in her bedroom doorway.

"Be and angel Heather and let Howie in." She wasn’t worried about handing him the key. He wasn’t going anywhere.

"Who’s ‘Howie’." Walter asked, taking the key from her hand. He didn’t want some guy seeing him. But that was silly. Did he think there wasn’t going to be any guys at the restaurant they were going to?

"He’s just a friend. He the one who’s taking us out to dinner." It was time for him to know. "Now hurry up and let him in. It’s really rude to keep a man waiting young lady." She smiled as she said it.

He really didn’t want to let the man in.

"You must be Heather. I’m Howie." Howie said as he stepped through the door, closing it behind him.

"It’s nice to meet you." Walter replied. Looking down. He couldn’t bear to look the man in the eye. For just a split second he had thought about bolting out the door, but the big guy filled the opening and then it was too late.

"I still can’t believe that Renie has a niece as old as you." He said, giving the girl the once over. Nice figure, he thought to himself as his eyes ran over the girl’s curves in the figure flattering short dress.

What was he supposed to say to that? Walter felt so self conscious. It didn’t disturb him earlier, with Tina, that the dress was so short. It bothered him now.

"So you two have introduced yourselves already." Renie said, coming into the living room. She put her arms around Howie’s neck and gave him a kiss. Then she looked over at the boy and smiled. She hadn’t missed the way he looked at Heather as she came into the room. It was wonderful. The boy looked so embarrassed. It was great.

Renie was not so careless as to forget the key. Walter, just standing there sort of dumfounded, was still holding it. She took it from his hand.

Walter wanted to go back to his room. He was really uncomfortable around this guy. He was a big man. He towered over Walter and he had a weight lifter’s build. That was obvious, even in a suit. He didn’t like the way the man looked at him.

Renie wasn’t about to let him leave them. In fact, she instigated small talk that included him. It was precious to see him try to carry on a conversation with Howie. Renie even enjoyed the way Howie looked at her Heather. She thought to herself, wouldn’t it be marvelous if she could get Howie to make love to the boy? That would be too much to hope for though.

He was quite content to get into the back seat of the man’s car. They still didn’t leave him alone with Renie including him in their conversation. The guy surprised him, the way he wanted to talk.

Howie thought she was adorable. It wasn’t just her cute figure in the sexy dress. It wasn’t the fact that she had a pretty face. There was something about the girl that he found endearing. She was so shy, so introverted. A girl so pretty should have an outgoing personality. He tried to draw her out.

The valet opened his door for him when they arrived at the restaurant. Renie took Howie’s arm and to Walter’s dismay, the man offered him his other arm and escorted the two ‘women’ into the restaurant.

He felt the eyes on him as they were led to their table. It was so strange to know that there were men watching him, maybe even admiring him.

Howie was, if nothing else, a gentleman. While the matre’d seated Renie he took delight in seating Walter. It was embarrassing at first, being treated like a lady but he found he enjoyed it as the dinner continued.

Walter was very careful to try to act the way he knew he should. He displayed his best table manners, sitting there with one hand in his lap, on his napkin. He was careful how he ate, mimicking Renie. He didn’t want anyone to wonder about him just because he of the way he ate.

Howie continued to pay attention to the young lady through dinner, making pleasant conversation. As he got to know her he started to tease her a little, the way he was accustomed to doing with most of the women he knew. He was never rude, he just kept things light.

It occurred to Renie that under other circumstances she would have been jealous over the attention her date was paying to another woman. Not tonight. Tonight she thoroughly enjoyed it.

After the waiter came to take their dessert order Renie suggested that she needed to use the ladies room and asked Heather to join her.

Walter was reluctant but agreed. It was neat to have Howie get up as the two of them rose to go to the bathroom.

The ladies room was too busy for them to have open conversation but that didn’t stop Renie completely. "Are you having a good time?" She asked him.

He didn’t want to make her angry or get her guard up. "Yes, this is a wonderful restaurant."

"I’m glad." It was obvious that he was playing along with her. He really didn’t have a choice. "What do you think of Howie?"

"He’s really nice." He replied, trying to look as though he meant it. He could have done without the man’s teasing.

"He seems really taken with you." She remarked as they stepped up to the mirrors. "I think you need to fix your lipstick Heather." She was taking hers from her purse.

Walter didn’t say anything. He dug his lipstick out of his bag and followed her lead.

It was difficult for him not to feel weird being in the ladies room but he managed not to stare at other women. He was glad to get out of there.

Walter had ordered the veal and while his appetite had been ravenous he found that he couldn’t finish even the small portion he’d been given. It tasted wonderful but his stomach had shrunken so much that he just couldn’t eat it all. Desert was out of the question. He had tea, at Renie’s suggestion.

Walter felt much more at ease as they left the restaurant. He looked straight ahead, ignoring the looks from the men they passed. It was getting easier.

It was only ten o’clock and Walter worried that the two might have other plans for the evening. He was relieved when Howie drove them straight home.

"I’m a little tired. I think I’ll go to bed." He told the pair as they stood in the living room." He knew Renie couldn’t very well say no. It would appear too odd in front of her boyfriend.

That was fine with Renie. "Good night Heather." She told him. She went to him and hugged him, giving him a kiss on his cheek. It looked good in front of Howie.

"Good night Heather." Howie said with a smile.

Walter wasn’t prepared for the man to hug him too. It felt so strange. Politely he said, "Thank you for dinner."

"It was my pleasure Heather. Perhaps we could all do something together next weekend." Howie suggested to the two girls.

Renie spoke up quickly. "That would be delightful."

No way, Walter thought to himself.

"It’s a date then." Howie said with a grin.

He felt odd as he closed his bedroom door behind him. He walked over to the mirror and stared at his reflection. Did he really look that good in his little black dress. He told himself earlier that he did, but had that just been wishful thinking, to convince himself? After the attention he’d gotten from Howie and the stares from people in the restaurant, he had to wonder.

His bed was still covered with the clothes they had bought him that afternoon. After slipping out of his dress and hanging it carefully in his closet, he took the tags off his new clothes and tried on several of the pretty things Renie bought him that afternoon. It wasn’t just his need to pass as a girl he realized as he modeled the clothes in front of the mirror. He was pretty, prettier than a lot of the girls he’d known.

He finally put foolish thoughts aside and got ready for bed. He didn’t cheat and brushed his hair the full hundred strokes. He moisturized, using the Oil of Olay he talked Renie into buying him that afternoon. He slid under his covers in the silky, lace trimmed nightgown.

As he lay there in the dark, waiting for sleep, he heard Renie and Howie come down the hall and go into Renie’s room. Good, he thought. At least she might leave him alone that night.

Walter awoke Monday morning to Renie stroking his head. She smiled down at him and said, "Come with me." He took the woman’s hand and let her lead him across the hall to her bed. For just an instant he wondered if he’d discover that Howie had spent the night. He was relieved to find her bed empty, but not for long.

The next three days were hell for Walter. Each day he’d cook for Renie, do her laundry and clean her apartment. Each afternoon she’d make him do aerobics and whenever the whim hit her, no matter what he happened to be doing, she’d take him to her bedroom.

She took great delight in using her toy in him after he’d done for her whatever she wanted. His insides had to be bruised, he was sore almost all the time.

Monday evening Carol came in after she got off work. She helped him fix dinner and spent a lot of time talking to him about himself. Renie had warned him not to say anything to her about their unique relationship. She made it very clear what would happen to him if he did. Walter was very careful not to let on. He was glad in a way that Carol didn’t know. The fact that Renie didn’t want her to find out told him that she wouldn’t approve. He would have hated to think that Carol would have condoned it.

Tuesday and Wednesday were no different than Monday except Carol didn’t come in. He missed her.

Thursday morning, like the past few, he woke up in Renie’s bed. Renie enjoyed sex in the morning as much as at night. They didn’t shower immediately after the way they normally did. He made her breakfast first.

She was allowing him to eat a little now. She told him he needed to maintain his weight now, that he didn’t need to lose any more. Walter agreed but he didn’t tell her that. He was pleased with his figure and the aerobics he’d been doing each day was firming him up. He’d been having a piece of toast and juice with her at breakfast. He still had to have his shake though.

When he finished cleaning up she took him to his room. "I have to go out for a little while. You be a good girl while I’m gone." She told him.

What else could he do, locked in his bedroom. The bars on the windows would keep him from escaping. She was gone for hours. When she came back she didn’t offer to tell him where she’d gone or what she did.

Walter showered and got dressed. He went through the closet, trying on one outfit after another. He tried them all, curious to see how he looked in them. He struggled with it for a while but he managed to do his hair up, the way Renie had done it for him Sunday night.

Finally he decided it was time to stop playing around. He was annoyed with himself for what he was doing. He was upset that he allowed himself to get caught up in what Renie was doing to him. It was unsettling that he enjoyed now, trying to look as pretty as the girl they pretended he was.

The most unflattering thing he could find to put on was the jeans and even they looked so feminine on him, the way they looked sprayed on. The nearest thing to a shirt was the red silk camp shirt.

There was nothing he could do with his hair that didn’t make him look like a girl. He gave up and pulled it back, holding it with one of his big clips. He wasn’t going to put on makeup but then that would only piss off Renie when she came home.

He was just sitting on his bed with he heard her come in the front door. He thought sure she’d come straight to his room but he heard her go in her bedroom and close the door. It was another forty five minutes till she unlocked his door.

He was a little afraid when she saw how he was dressed. The look of disappointment was unmistakable. "Heather, you need to change. We’re going out."

"Where’re we going?" He asked, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

"It’s a surprise. Why don’t you put on your blue dress."

He pretended to be agreeable. "Ok." He said with a smile as he got up and went to the closet. There was no way he could escape from the apartment. It could only happen when they were away from there. He was more than willing to go out with Renie.

She had a really good morning. For days, Renie had been wracking her brain to find a way to keep the boy. The boy’s uncle would be expecting him home in a few days and she wasn’t ready to give him up. The pleasures of the past few days made her more positive than ever that he was just what she wanted.

She had the best of all worlds. She had someone to cook and clean. She had someone, someone very special to act out her fantasy with. He was docile and oh so feminine now. He was perfect. She relished the way it felt to have him please her and she enjoyed forcing him to be her little sex slave. It was exciting to screw him and have him react the way he did. It was such a turn on. No, she refused to give him up.

Renie was quite sure, from what she’d seen, that the Uncle and the boy didn’t get along very well. She had seen that when she went to him that first time. Using that knowledge, she had gone to see him that morning.

"What kind of trouble is he in?" Jack asked gruffly. He wasn’t used to being woken up so early.

"He broke into one the instructor’s rooms and took some things."

Jack wanted to know, "Was the instructor a man or a woman.

Why was that important, Renie wondered? "A woman."

Now he thought he knew why the boy did it. "So what do you want me to do?" He asked belligerently.

"Nothing." Renie really disliked the man. "I just came to ask if it would be alright with you if Walter went to counseling. We’d like a chance to work with him for a while. We’d like to see if we can help him through whatever it is that’s bothering him." This way she was sure she could hang on to him indefinitely.

That was fine with Jack. He didn’t want the sick little pervert back in his house. "Keep him. I don’t care."

That was just what she wanted to hear. "We’ll need authority from you to treat him, his birth certificate for our records and a temporary custody agreement." She wanted to be sure to cover it all, in case something came up. She wanted legal grounds to keep him.

"Ok, fine." Jack had enjoyed having the boy gone for the past few weeks. He didn’t like taking care of him and then there was the way he’d been acting. That thing with dressing up as a girl. It was sick and Jack really didn’t want to deal with it. At least with him away from the freaks he’d been hanging around with, that blond, he wouldn’t be able to dress up the way he had.

That was all she needed. "I’ll bring over the papers to be signed in a few days." She wanted to get out of there, away from the Uncle. Renie had certainly been right about this guy. He didn’t care a damn about the boy. Perfect.

Renie dealt with getting the ball rolling immediately. She stopped at her lawyer’s office and gave them the details to get the documents drawn up to give her custody of a girl named Heather Hastings.

Her next chore she handled easily. They were surprised when she showed up at her office. She explained that she wanted done to Bill in the graphics department. It was just a prank she told him. She wanted him to reproduce the birth certificate except she wanted the name Walter Hastings replaced with the name ‘Heather Hastings’.

Bill worked for the woman and although he felt doing something like this was sort of illegal, he didn’t argue. He knew what the woman was like and if he wanted to keep his job, he’d do whatever she asked. He wasn’t about to tell anyone what he was doing.

Renie was sure she could get the uncle to sign the documents without reading them. It was imperative that he not see the name on the papers. She knew he drank heavily so it she went back there late in the evening she was sure to find him home drunk.

"I just thought you might like to get out for the afternoon." Renie said as the walked to the car. "It’s such a beautiful day."

It was that, he had to agree. The sun was shining and there was a gentle breeze. It had rained early that morning and the air was clean and fresh. All and all, Walter felt pretty good.

"I love your hair that way." Renie commented as they got in the car. She had suggested he try wearing the white bow in it. It looked adorable with his outfit. His navy dress had a white collar and white polkadots. He wore his low white heals. He looked as sweet as could be.

"Thanks." He said with a smile. As much as he hated to play along with her, he did agree. He really liked the way he looked that morning.

Renie had no particular destination in mind that morning. She thought it might be fun to take him sightseeing, knowing he’d seen little of Boston since moving there. Knowing he’d be with her now for as long as she wanted, Renie was feeling quite happy.

She drove him around Boston Harbor, pointing out historic landmarks. They went through downtown then to the outskirts of the city where they drove around several of the larger college campuses.

Walter could have done without the sightseeing tour but it was great to be out.

"How about we get a bit of lunch and do a little window shopping?" Renie suggested. She took him to one of the trendier malls.

"That’d be nice." Walter replied sweetly. It was so hard pretending to be congenial.

Walter wasn’t beyond being embarrassed in crowds of people but it was getting easier. The stares, as they were escorted to a table, didn’t get to him. He grew more self confident with each experience.

Walter made up his mind as they ate their meal in the busy restaurant. It was just the two of them in the midst of all these people. What could she do to him here? She couldn’t very well use the stunner on him, not in plain sight of everyone? She couldn’t force him to leave with her. All he had to do was stand his ground and he’d be free of her.

Renie paid the bill and started to get up to go. She couldn’t help but notice that the boy made no effort rise from his chair. "Come on sweetheart. The stores await." She said with a smile.

"I’m not going." He announced with conviction. He just sat there with his hands in his lap.

Renie was a little taken back. She dropped back into her chair. "What’s wrong? Do you feel ill?" She didn’t understand.

"No. I’m just not going with you." The look of surprise on her face thrilled him.

Renie reached into her purse and wrapped her fingers around the stunner. She looked around at the people seated around them and pulled her hand from her bag. She stared across the table at him, thinking.

"Alright then. Where do you think you’re going to go?" She asked coldly.

Needless to say, he’d given that question a lot of thought. He still hadn’t come up with an answer. He couldn’t go home, if that’s what you called his Uncle’s house. There was only one place he could go and that was Linda’s. The problem was what would he do when he got there, if she did take him in. It would be the same, living as a girl. How could he go back to being what he was, just Walter, a man?.

Linda was his only option. She’d help him sort things out and he had a lot to sort out. Still, he couldn’t tell Renie his plan. He wasn’t so naive as to think she wouldn’t follow him there and force him to return to her place with her. He was sure he’d never again see the light of day. She’d never let him out again.

"None of your business." He said, trying to sound brave.

Renie laughed out loud. "Don’t be foolish Heather. You’ve got no where to go. What would you do? Go back to you’re uncle’s? I don’t think so. You want to live on the streets? I don’t think you’d like that very much. The street people would have quite a time with you dear." Renie was feeling pretty smug.

He had enough doubts without her adding that vision of what might become of him. Still, he couldn’t back down now. "I’ll think of something." He insisted.

"I don’t think so Heather. You’re going to come home with me." There was actually something exciting about him trying to stand up to her. He hadn’t acted this way in quite awhile. She was actually afraid he was losing the will to resist and that would have been a shame, taking much of the thrill out of their relationship.

"No I’m not." He said a little louder than he probably should. A few people looked up at the sound of his voice and looked over at the girl and young woman, apparently in the midst of an argument.

"Is there something else I can get you." The waiter asked the women. He had given the older of the two her change but they continued to sit there. There were others waiting for a table. He needed to clean it.

"We really should go now Heather." Renie said to him with a smile for the waiter. Her intent was to make his behavior appear childish and she knew she was succeeding. People were watching them.

"Is there a problem?" The waiter asked, hanging around.

Walter was beginning to feel foolish and a little conspicuous. He hadn’t intended to draw attention to himself.

"No, everything’s fine. My niece and I are leaving now. Come on dear." Renie stood up and waited for him to move.

What could he do? He couldn’t just sit there. Everyone was watching him now and the waiter was waiting. He had to get up or draw even more attention to himself.

Walter rose, slung his purse over his shoulder and started for the door. He didn’t wait for Renie who was right on his heels. He was going to just walk away from her.

Renie could guess what he had in mind and she had no intention of letting him get away. She matched his quick pace and walked along side him. Sooner or later they would find themselves in slightly less crowed surroundings and she had her stunner in her hand inside her purse.

He ignored her urgings to ease up and slow down. He would have run if it wouldn’t have made him so conspicuous. His first thought had been to lose her in the crowds but there weren’t that many people in the mall. He was having his doubts about what to do.

Renie was patient and it paid off. He was walking aimlessly, looking for a way to get away from her. She was ready when the opportunity presented itself.

Walter turned into a store. It was hopeless, trying to get away out in the open mall concourse. Maybe, between the racks of clothes in one of the stores, he could lose her. The dress department had the highest racks.

Renie could have laughed at the way he was acting. She stayed right with him and as soon as she was sure that no one could see her she made her move. She was quick and did what she had to then put the stunner away quickly.

"Just relax and breath deeply." She said to the boy, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, as she knelt down beside him on the floor. In a louder voice she called out, "Could someone help me please?" She made it sound urgent, but not panicked. In the boy’s condition, she would need help to get him to her car. She’d given him quite a jolt that time.

Walter couldn’t think straight. He was still too groggy to even know what had happened. He just laid there on the floor, trying to get his breath.

One of the saleswomen heard the call for help and came upon the woman leaning over the girl. "What’s wrong? Is she alright? Do you want an ambulance?"

Renie looked up at the older woman and said, "No, we’ll be alright. She just needs a moment to catch her breath."

"What happened?" The woman wanted to know.

"My niece just had a little seizure. She’ll be alright in a moment." Renie looked down at the boy then back to the woman. "Do you suppose there’d be any way that I could ask someone to go get my car and bring it around to that exit over there? I don’t know how I’d get her through the mall and back to the car by myself and I don’t want to leave her."

The request sounded reasonable enough to the woman. "Let me go get someone. I’ll be right back." She went to find her manager.

The were close to the dressing room and Renie could see chairs. She put her arms around the boy’s shoulders and helped him too his feet. It was a little difficult but she managed to walk him to one of the chairs. It was a good thing he’d lost so much weigh, she thought to herself.

Walter stared to become more coherent. Now he knew what had happened to him. He was about to say something when he felt the cold metal prongs against his leg. This time he blacked out.

Renie couldn’t take the chance that he’d blurt out the wrong thing. She could see that he was coming around. There was no one around, the woman hadn’t returned yet. She gave him enough of a jolt to keep him quiet for a little longer.

"She looks so pale. Are you sure you don’t want me to call you an ambulance?" The sales woman had given the woman’s keys, a description of the car and where it could be found to her manager. It would only take a few minutes for her to bring it around to the exit.

"No, but thank you for being so kind. Heather will be alright. It was just a little seizure. She has them occasionally, despite her medication. She’ll be fine when I get her home. I’m sure." Renie laughed to herself. He was so cocky, so sure of himself. She just hoped she hadn’t broken his spirit. She wanted him docile and obedient but a little cockiness was good too. It made it more exciting.

They helped him to the car. Renie had no trouble with him on the way home. He was too weak to try anything. She got him upstairs without a problem. He was stronger by the time they got home. She took him right to his room.

"You were a very bad girl today Heather. I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you Dear." Now all she had to decide was how. "I want you to undress and get into your bed. I’ll be back to check on you in a little while."

Walter was heartsick as he watched her close his door and heard her lock it. He had his chance and he blew it. Would she ever give him another? He doubted it.

He had other things to think about. What was the punishment she was going to levy on him? Walter didn’t waist a minute getting undressed, washed up and into his bed. He had given her enough reason to be angry with him. He didn’t want to give her any more.

All the time he’d spent, trying to convince her that he was happy where he was, happy with what she turned him into, was for nothing. He was right back where he started.

Renie knew what she wanted to do to him. The problem was she wasn’t sure how to go about it. She wanted to find him a boyfriend. Someone who would be happy to take care of his special needs. Where to find someone like that was the problem. She was determined to find that special someone, just the same. She started with the phone book. She looked up escort services.

He’d been nervously waiting in his bed all afternoon when she finally returned to his room. She’d been on the phone most of the time. It had to have rung a half dozen times. He wondered what she was doing?

Renie still pretended to be angry with him when she was really quite pleased. "The least you can do is try to make up for behaving so badly before." She told him, standing at the foot of his bed. "Come with me. You can paint my toes for me." She had planned on doing them tonight anyway. Why not let him do them for her?

Walter got up without a word and followed her to her room. Painting her toe nails wasn’t the only thing he did for her.

After, Renie was particularly abusive with him. She told him it was his punishment. She enjoyed seeing him lie there sobbing afterwards. "You’re going to behave yourself from now on, aren’t you?"

"I will, I’m sorry." He answered without hesitation, through his tears.

"I know you are dear but you just have to learn that this is where you belong now, here with me. You be a good girl and we’ll both be much happier." She knew she sounded condescending but that’s how she wanted to come across. "You can see how futile it is to try and run away.

She made him have a salad for dinner, even though he insisted he wasn’t hungry. Afterwards she put him back in her bed for the night. Later, she would join him.

In the morning, Renie acted as if nothing had happened. The day passed as the days had earlier in the week. Walter didn’t give up hope. He just didn’t want to anger her anymore. He tried to anticipate her wishes and be responsive.

The difference in the boy was obvious. She knew what was going on and savored the pleasure it brought her.

After dinner she told him to shower and put on one something comfortable. That meant he didn’t have to go to her bed so he was more than willing. He didn’t know why and he didn’t ask. He just did as he was told. His leggings and crop top were what he chose.

The two of them settled down in the living room to watch TV. Renie kept looking at her watch. The young man was due at eight and it was nearly that time.

It had taken a dozen phone calls. Some were embarrassing but she finally found the service she was looking for. She got three call backs from young men. Peter was the one she selected. He was twenty years old and gay. When she told him what she wanted he sounded the most excited of the three. The others, also gay, were not too enthused about the boy being a transvestite when Renie explained the situation. Peter was.

She was on pins and needles. Walter would not be told that the young man was a prostitute. They agreed upon a story to tell the boy. Peter was to be the son of a friend with visited her from time to time. They would tell Heather that he was a college student that worked for her during the summers. His visit would appear unplanned. He would not let on that he knew Heather’s secret. Renie wanted him to court her niece over the next couple of days. She wasn’t going to let Walter go out with Peter without her around so the young couple would double date with her and Howie. It was all set up. Howie was delighted that Renie had set aside the whole weekend for him and that her niece had a friend to join them.

Renie finally heard footfalls on the steps a few minutes after eight. The boy, watching TV, didn’t seem to notice. Renie hoped that they young man was at least good looking but she knew that, to be successful in his profession, he had to be at least presentable. She would have liked to meet him first but time didn’t really allow for that.

Walter jumped at the sound of the doorbell. He wasn’t sure what he should do. "Do you want me to go to my room?" He asked Renie, starting to get up.

"No, that’s alright. Just relax. I’ll see who it is." Renie got up and went to the door. Peter was better than she had hoped for. He was tall, tan, blond and handsome.

A nod told him he was in the right place. "Well hello Peter. How have you been?"

"Just fine Miss Owens. Is this a bad time?" He asked with a wink.

"No, not at all. My niece and I were just watching some television. Come on in."

Walter had no idea who the guy was or why Renie invited him in. They were introduced and the young man sat down on the couch beside him. He was told the story of their relationship and had no reason to disbelieve it.

"Would you like some thing to drink Peter? A soda or something?" Renie offered. She was pleased with her choice. Peter was polite and well mannered. He made a good impression.

Walter was very uncomfortable sitting there in his spandex outfit next to the guy. It hid nothing of his figure and the guy was fairly obvious in the way he looked at him. Walter excused himself and went to the kitchen where Renie was pouring them all sodas. "I think I should go to my room." He suggested.

"Don’t be silly Sweetheart. Visit with us." He was obviously uncomfortable. That was adorable.

"Shouldn’t I go put something else on?" He hoped she’s say yes.

"You’re fine. Don’t be silly. Here, take this in to Peter. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes. " She handed him the two glasses of soda she’d poured. She wanted to leave the two alone. That would force them to talk.

Reluctantly, Walter took them and returned to the living room.

Walter felt very weird trying to make conversation with Peter. He seemed nice enough, very open and talkative. Under other circumstances, Walter might actually have liked the guy. It was just awkward making conversation with him, pretending the way he was.

It had seemed difficult at first with Tina too but he got over it. He remembered what Carol had told him and tried to relax a little. The guy didn’t know his secret, he could get away with it.

Renie listened from the hallway. Peter did most of the talking with Walter getting in a few words here and there. She stalled as long as she could, giving him time to break the ice. He was a very smooth talker. Renie was impressed with how he handled Heather.

It got easier. They were talking about the courses he was going to be taking during the coming semester at school when Renie came back in. She encouraged Peter to go on.

Peter wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with is life. He was heavy into his majors toward his AA degree. Walter had always thought he’d go on to college and it was interesting to hear about Peter’s experiences his first two years at school.

Walter imagined himself becoming an electrical engineer. He learned that Peter had the same aspirations in the beginning but had to drop out of that program because it was too demanding with his other responsibilities. He lived off campus and his mother lived alone. Peter had to help with expenses so he had to work a full time job. It was just too much to work and keep up with the demanding homework.

Renie laughed to herself as she listened to him talk. He certainly had an interesting occupation. She wondered how much of it was true.

Walter seemed much more relaxed than when Peter first arrived. He was sitting with his legs tucked under him on one end of the couch and Peter was at the other. For the past half hour Renie hardly had to say a word to keep the conversation going. She was sure that Walter was enjoying having someone there to talk to other than her.

They had set up a game plan. He’d been there about an hour when Peter suggested he better go. "I didn’t mean to come over and bend your ear for so long." He smiled at Heather.

Peter had been told that the boy he was to try and seduce was a transvestite but he never imagined he’d look and act so much like a girl. The boy was intriguing. He fanaticized what it would be like to make love to him.

"No, you don’t have to go yet do you." Renie asked. "Why don’t you keep Heather company and watch some television. I have some things I need to do inside. After two weeks off from work I have a lot to do to get ready for Monday."

Peter looked to the boy. What did he say?

Walter wondered if he hadn’t made a friend. It was certainly better than spending the evening with Renie. Having him there made him a little uncomfortable but it wasn’t so bad. They were just going to watch TV. "Sure, please stay." He said sheepishly.

Her plan had worked. Renie was content to go inside and let the guy work on Heather.

"All I’ve done is talk about me." Peter commented when they were alone. "Why don’t you tell me a little about you? You’re what? A Senior?"

"A Junior." Walter told him.

"Where?"

He didn’t know if he’d ever go back to school. If he did, he prayed it wouldn’t be as Heather. He told the guy the story Renie had told Tina, about private school. Surprisingly, Peter reacted as though private school was a good thing. He encouraged him when he realized that Walter wasn’t thrilled about it.

He was very easy to talk to. When he wasn’t talking he listened to Peter’s every word. It wasn’t just the words that he heard though, but the emotional undertones as well. Peter seemed so sensitive.

Walter told Peter the story of how he lost his parents and then moved to Boston to live with his ‘Aunt’.

Peter had lost his father a little over a year ago. He could sympathize. Walter found he had a lot in common with the guy.

It was almost eleven when Renie came back out and joined them. Peter knew that was his que. "I better get going." He announced, getting up from the couch. He thanked Renie for the soda then turned to the boy. "I really enjoyed the talk." He told him. "Maybe we could talk some more, another time." He pretended to be shy about asking.

Walter didn’t even stop to think about it. "I’d like that."

Renie was thrilled. "What are you doing tomorrow Peter?" She asked.

He took the question in stride. "I didn’t have any plans. I told Mom I’d go over and help her around the house in the morning." They had talked about this on the phone but he actually was going to do what he told them.

"A friend of mine is taking us to the track tomorrow. If you’re not busy, maybe you’d like to come along." Renie suggested as though the thought just occurred to her.

Peter looked to the boy, for his reaction.

It sure beat spending the day with just Renie and Howie. The man made him a little uncomfortable. It would be nice to have a friend along. Someone he could talk to. "Please." Walter said with an encouraging smile.

"Sure, I’d like that." He gave a smile in return.

"Should we pick you up?" Renie asked, following their plan.

"No, that’s too far out of your way. I’ll meet you here." That gave him the excuse to come back afterwards.

"My friend is picking us up at one." Renie told him.

"I’ll be here at about a quarter to."

"Fine." It was set.

At the door Renie slipped him the folded bills, the agreed upon amount. "He’s adorable." Peter whispered to Renie.

"I think he likes you." Renie whispered back. "You were great."

"See you tomorrow Peter, good night."

"He’s a really nice boy. His mother and I have been friends a long time." She said to Heather. "You two seemed to get along well." She didn’t over do it as she turned off the television and the lights.

"He’s nice." Walter agreed. He didn’t want to sound as if he was anyone special. She didn’t leave him many pleasures. He was delighted that Peter would be going with them tomorrow but he didn’t want Renie to know that.

Walter was a little surprised with Renie as she stood in his door and said goodnight. He just assumed he’d sleep in her bed, as usual. He didn’t argue and breathed a sigh of relief as she closed and locked his door. He would sleep in his own bed that night.

Walter waited in the morning for her to come for him. She always did. He’d been up for hours but just laid around in his nightie, expecting her. When she came to let him out she was showered dresses and had her makeup on. He was shocked and pleased but he was careful not to let it show.

"Come on slowpoke, get dressed. I’m hungry." She said, standing in the doorway.

Walter raced to get ready.

Peter was true to his word and was at the door at a quarter to one. Walter was ready and greeted him with Renie. Walter was dressed casually in the only denim skirt he had and a print tank top. Renie told him what to wear, as always.

"You look really nice." Peter told Heather, after saying hello.

It made Walter feel funny to hear it but it was nice to be complemented that way. He had spent a little more time than usual to do his makeup and hair.

Howie was on time and they were off. They took his car.

Although Renie didn’t let him out of her sight, Walter actually had a good time. It wasn’t like Peter was his date or anything. They just enjoyed each others company. He was easy to talk to and he was funny. Walter couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed.

Walter found that he liked Howie better that day too. The man was really nice to him. As he had last time they met, he had a lot of fun teasing him and kidding around. It was comical when his jokes carried sexual undertones. Walter would have loved to see the look on his face if he could tell him who he really was. Howie would have been mortified.

Howie placed bets for them, but they picked their horses. Peter was the first to win on a horse that came in third. Howie, who apparently knew a lot about the horses, won on the next race. On the fifth race it was Walter’s turn. He had bet his horse to win and it did. He won fifty dollars. He was shocked and excited.

He lost the next three, dropping fifteen of his winnings but on the seventh he picked the horse that came in second. It only paid twenty.

Between the excitement with winning and having such a good time with Peter he almost forgot about the situation he was in. By the time they left the track, late in the afternoon, he was in better spirits than he’d been in a very long time.

It was when they were leaving, weaving through the crowds, that Peter took his hand in his. Walter instinctively pulled away at the feel of someone touching him. When he realized it was Peter he felt sort of bad that he’d reacted that way.

"I’m sorry Heather. I didn’t mean to scare you."

"That’s alright, you just surprised me. I didn’t know it was you." It wasn’t as though he was saying it was alright but Peter took it that way. The next thing Walter knew, Peter’s fingers were intertwined in his, they were holding hands as they walked to the parking lot.

He couldn’t pull away with out hurting his feelings and he couldn’t tell him what was wrong. So the two walked side by side like a happy couple.

Peter opened his door for him and put him in the car. Walter thought it was comical but wiped the grin of his face before anyone saw it.

The plan was, so he’d been told, he and Renie would go back home and shower and change while the men did the same. They’d be back to pick them up at seven and the four of them would go out for a casual dinner and a movie. The plans were Renie’s and Howie’s, of course.

Walter had been the one to invite Peter. It was at the track that Renie suggested it, just after Walter had won the fifty dollars. He was pretty happy at that point and it seemed like a great idea at the time. Now, as he showered and did his hair, Walter wasn’t so sure.

He wore the navy dress. The one with the tiny white flowers and the white lace collar. He had on his low white heals and a small white bow in his hair. He looked so sweet and pretty as he stood in front of the mirror and wondered how he got into the predicament he was in? Now he was going on a date and he felt really strange about it. He told himself it wasn’t really a date, he was just going out with a friend.

To see Tina coming up the sidewalk as he and Peter came down the stairs was something of a shock. What made matters worse was that Peter was holding his hand again.

Walter introduced Peter to his friend, explaining that they were on their way to dinner.

Tina gave Walter a look. That look that you sometimes see girls exchange in front of a cute guy. She was happy for Heather, happy that she’d found a guy. She deserved to have a boyfriend after what she’d been through.

"I tried to call you a couple of times but I didn’t get an answer. I was just coming over to ask if you wanted to go out with Gina and I tonight but I guess I’m a little late." She said with a smile. "Call me tomorrow."

"I will." Walter promised. He had to hope that Renie would let him but she should. She seemed pretty happy with him at the moment. He wasn’t going to do anything to ruin that if he could help it.

"Maybe we’ll hit the pool tomorrow. It was nice to meet you Peter." Tina said as she turned to head home again.

"It was nice to meet you too Tina." Peter could understand how Heather had managed to fool his girlfriend. He was convincing enough to fool anyone. Anticipation was killing him.

Peter couldn’t resist telling Heather as they got to the car, "You really smell wonderful." He brushed up against him.

Walter wasn’t quite sure what to say. Peter thought he was complementing a girl, how was he to know. "Thank you." Walter said with a smile. It was funny.

The steak house was nothing like the fancy restaurant Howie took them to the week before. The four stood waiting for a table in the crowded lobby. Walter was just patiently waiting, standing in front of Peter, next to Renie. He jumped when Peter, from behind, put his hands around his waist.

Peter reacted to the boy’s surprise and took his hands away, "Did I tickle you, I’m sorry."

Walter looked back over his shoulder at Peter and realized it had been just an innocent show of affection. "No, you just surprised me." He told him, smiling weakly. He wasn’t as much upset by it as surprised, it was true.

What he didn’t anticipate was that Peter would only get closer as a result, and put his arm around his waist, pressing up against his back. Walter would have rathered he didn’t but he didn’t know what to say to him. After all, he had as much as told him he didn’t mind. It felt so strange to just stand there with him so close.

Walter knew he’d made a mistake when he smiled at Peter. He’d as much as given him permission to touch him. Now he didn’t know how to tell him not to.

"You have really pretty hair and it smells so good."

Walter could feel his breath on his cheek as Peter whispered in his ear.

Walter simply said, "Thanks." He didn’t want to encourage him any more than he had.

Renie pretended not to notice, but she didn’t miss the boy’s reaction. She loved the way the two of them looked, standing there so close together. They made a cute couple.

Walter was relieved when they were finally escorted to a table. Dinner went alright and when he and Renie excused themselves and went to the ladies room after, there was no mention by Renie of Peter’s show of affection. He knew she had to see it but she said nothing about it. Walter wasn’t sure how to react to that. She treated it as if it was nothing. He was relieved.

One innocent smile was all it took. Peter became more and more attentive. If he didn’t like the guy it would have been easier. It would have been too embarrassing to put an end to what he’d allowed to start. How could he explain?

They held hands as they waited to by tickets to the movies. When he wasn’t holding his hand, Peter’s arm was around him.

Peter was thoroughly enjoying himself. Heather was a delight. He realized that the boy was a little uncomfortable with his familiarity so he didn’t force himself on him. Through the movie he made lighthearted conversation about the show. He did all he could to keep Heather at ease, with his joking around.

It was late with the movie let out, almost twelve. Howie offered to take everyone out for desert but Renie said she would prefer they went back to her place for cake and coffee.

Renie and Peter had a brief conversation while the boy went to the bathroom. "Don’t press him tonight. The two of you are doing beautifully and I don’t want to spoil it just yet."

Peter was a little disappointed. "Why wait?" He’d found himself excited by Heather’s touch, more than once.

Renie explained, "I think it’s so adorable the way he’s reacting to you. Once he knows you know what he is, that’ll be it. I just want to cherish this a little while longer."

It wasn’t long before Howie and Renie excused themselves, leaving Peter there alone with him on the couch. He’d sat close since they got home and settled in the living room. Walter knew he had to wait for them to do their thing in the bedroom before Peter could leave. Walter actually had to make sure he wanted to stay since he had no way to let him out. How would he explain that to Peter?

They watched TV to pass the time as Walter watched the clock on the wall. It was unnerving, having Peter sit so close to him on the couch, his face only inches from his and his arm around his shoulder.

The movie they watched was ‘The Stakeout’. Peter seemed to really enjoy it, laughing and joking about the plot. During the scene when the woman finally comes on to the cop, Peter made his move. The arm around Heather’s shoulder squeezed and he pull him closer.

Walter turned to him, only a reflex, but when he did Peter’s lips were pursed and ready. The boy was so shocked that he didn’t react immediately and found himself being kissed, full on the lips by the guy. Walter, of course, didn’t respond in kind.

"I’m sorry." Peter confessed. "I shouldn’t have."

What was he going to say, ‘No, you shouldn’t.’ Walter didn’t know what to say. He said nothing, just turning away.

"It’s just that I really like you Heather. I’ve never met anyone quite like you." Peter had known several transvestites but none compared in beauty to Heather. They were always men pretending to be women. Heather was different. He was beautiful, sweet and demure. Peter was again suffering from an erection. He wanted Heather so badly.

Walter knew he had to say something. "I’m just not ready for this kind of thing." He tried to explain, looking for the right words. "Can’t we just be friends?" It sounded so corny.

Peter would have preferred that Heather want him as much as he desired the boy but he could be patient a little while longer. It was going to be hard but he was determined to make Heather want him. "I’m sorry. I was impulsive. I really want to get to know you better Heather. I want to be friends." He tactfully took his arm from Heather’s shoulder and moved away slightly, so he no longer sat pressed against him.

Walter breathed a small sigh of relief. "Me too." He admitted. He was relieved to have an understanding with Peter. The smile that had betrayed him earlier in the evening now cemented their friendship, or so Walter believed.

It was after one thirty when Renie and Howie reappeared from the bedroom. Walter and Peter were no longer watching Television, they were engrossed in lighthearted conversation.

Renie and Howie said goodnight at the front door while the younger couple said theirs just around the corner in the living room.

"I really had a nice time Heather." Peter confessed sincerely.

"So did I." Walter responded. The tension of earlier was gone now. He wasn’t afraid to show Peter his smile now.

"Would it be alright if I call you?" Peter asked hopefully.

To talk, to be friends? "Sure." Walter desperately needed friends. He had Tina but to have a guy friend seemed easier, now that they had an understanding.

"Maybe I’ll stop over tomorrow?" Peter suggested. Peter had a thought but he decided not to share it with Heather or the woman. Heather’s girlfriend asked him to go to the pool with her tomorrow. Maybe he’d come over and join them. He was anxious to see how the boy would get away with wearing a bathing suit.

"Ok. That’d be great." Walter had forgotten for the moment about Tina’s invitation.

Peter took the liberty of taking Heather’s hand in his a squeezing it. "Goodnight."

Walter didn’t pull away. Holding hands he could deal with. It was the other he couldn’t handle. Walter walked him to the door and said goodnight to his friend.

He’d had so much to deal with that he hadn’t given a thought to Renie for hours. Now that they were alone he had to deal with her again.

"Don’t take too long getting ready for bed Honey. I’ll be waiting for you." She told him sweetly. Walter had hoped that Howie had satisfied her but apparently not.

All sorts of thoughts whirled around in his head as he got ready for bed. He was relieved that he and Peter were still friends and only that. The evening had been very unsettling at first but it ended leaving Walter feeling good.

Renie intentionally didn’t make any remarks or asked about his date with Peter. She knew playing it down was the wiser course to take. If he even got a hint that she orchestrated it, he’d certainly feel resentment toward Peter. She was really happy with the way things were going. Let the courtship move ahead at a leisurely pace was the way to go.

He was surprised that all Renie wanted to do was go to sleep cuddled up with him. She was not as content when they woke up in the morning.

He was sore as he made her breakfast and did a few chores around the house. Walter waited till noon to tell Renie about Tina’s invitation to join her at the pool. Renie thought it was a great idea.

When he started to put on the bathing suit he’d worn the past Sunday Renie stopped him. "You can’t wear that one. You wore that the last time. Put on your other suit." She told him.

He reluctantly put the one piece away and tried on the revealing two piece Carol had worn. Walter wished that the woman were there. He hadn’t seen her all week and he wondered why she was staying away. He thought they were friends and that she was concerned about him.

Renie hadn’t bothered to tell the boy that she and Carol had words. Renie didn’t like her interfering and things had gone more her way with Carol out of the picture. She was also worried that the boy would confide in her the relationship he and Renie shared. Knowing how Carol would react, she mustn’t know.

Renie also didn’t want her to know about the arrangements she was making. She hadn’t worked out yet how she would keep Carol from discovering that they boy would be staying with her indefinitely. That had to remain a secret.

She had worked out most of the details of his continuing to live with her. He’d have the run of the apartment while she was gone to work. There was no way for him to get out of the apartment with the bars on the windows and locks on the doors. She had bought locks for each of the windows too. The full function phone would remain locked in her bedroom when she was away. He couldn’t call for help.

Her last bit of insurance that he wouldn’t try anything was to lock him out of his bedroom too. When she left the house in the morning, she’d leave him naked, with nothing lying around he could put on to cover himself. She was sure that would deter him from trying anything radical like breaking a window and calling for help. She was sure he wouldn’t want to be discovered naked.

He felt like he was wearing only a bra and panties when he walked to the pool with Renie. She didn’t think either of them needed a coverup so he felt very exposed.

Tina didn’t seem to think anything of it when they found her already waiting for him. The pool was by no means deserted and Walter could feel the eyes on him as they walked over to where Tina sat. He felt very selfconscious, as hard as he tired to pretend he wasn’t.

He would have preferred sitting away from Renie but she joined them. "So, who’s this Peter?" Was the first question out of Tina’s mouth. She was really curious. She wanted to know all about him. "He’s really cute."

"He’s just a friend." Walter tried to play it down. Especially with Renie sitting right beside him, listening to every word.

Tina smiled. "Just a friend. You and him were holding hands Heather. Come on." She admonished him for putting her on. "So where’d you meet him."

Walter could feel his cheeks getting warm. He knew he must be blushing. He was sure that any moment Renie would join in the discussion, embarrassing him. But she just sat there reading her magazine.

"Peter’s the son of one of my Aunt’s friends. He works in her office during summer sessions."

"He goes to college?" Tina didn’t realize the guy was that old. She was impressed that Heather, who professed to being so shy, would find a college guy to date.

Gina, and two of the other girls he’d met the week before, arrived at the pool. They spent the next half hour with Walter telling Tina all that he’d learned about Peter. Walter realized that Tina was impressed. As he talked, he tried to describe Peter and what they’d done from a girl’s point of view. It was hard trying to sound excited about a guy, the way girls do. Walter almost forgot that Renie was there as he got into his conversation with them. He eventually forget to feel self conscious about that he was wearing.

Renie listened but didn’t comment. She was thrilled that Peter had made such an impression on her Heather. It was adorable the way the boy talked about Peter, just like any girl might talk about a boy. She didn’t realize that they’d shared so much in the short time they had alone together.

When the others decided to take a dip he chose to join them this time. It was less conspicuous than being the only one left sitting there, even though Renie chose not to go in.

Without boys around there was no roughhousing and Walter found himself having a good time, despite himself.

"Why don’t you and your friends come over later." Renie suggested to the girls as they prepared to leave. "I’ll cook up something simple for dinner." Renie offered. She loved the way the boy behaved around them and thought it might be fun to have the girls all over.

Walter didn’t object. In fact, he encourage them to come. He had enjoyed their company and it was getting easier for him to feel like one of them. It also meant that Renie couldn’t do anything with them there. He was still sore inside from that morning.

Tina and Gina said they’d come over after they changed. Christen couldn’t, she had to go out with her parents but Liz said she just had to check with her Mom but she was sure she could come.

"Did you have a good time?" Renie asked as they walked back to the apartment.

"Yes." He admitted.

"They seem to really like you Heather. I’m glad you made some nice friends." Renie didn’t tease him. She made the comment sound sincere.

He could have done without her observations but he was glad to have friends. He had to be careful not to sound too enthused. He was afraid if Renie thought he was comfortable with them she might not let him see much of them. She did seem to enjoy seeing him depressed. Better if he didn’t sound too happy about it all. "They’re alright."

He didn’t fool her. "Would you rather they didn’t come over tonight?"

"No!" He replied too adamantly.

"Oh, ok." Renie didn’t let him see her grinning.

"Hi." Peter called out, walking toward them. He had watched from a distance, unseen in the bushes around the pool fence. He was a little uncomfortable about walking up to Heather, with him surrounded by his girlfriends. While he got along fine in the company of women, he didn’t relish playing the part of Heather’s boyfriend in front of so many girls.

Walter had only just gotten used to the suit. Now he wished he could cover up. "Hi Peter." He said sheepishly.

Renie was surprised to see him. They had planned on him dropping in later in the evening, around nine. She didn’t expect him to just show up unannounced. "Hello."

Peter was more than a little surprised to see that Heather didn’t need to wear falsies. Now he understood how he could wear the small two piece suit. The other transvestites he’d known wore falsies. He knew some crossdressers had implants but Heather was so young? He was a little disappointed. The boy looked so much like a girl.

Peter’s reaction to seeing Heather this way didn’t escape her. Renie had never seen a need to explain to Peter how far Heather’s transformation had gone. She didn’t think it would matter to him. Now she wondered. Peter was gay. His attraction was to males. Would the boy even appeal to him, being physically more a girl than a boy? She hoped it didn’t matter.

"So what are you up to today?" Renie asked.

Actually, Peter had turned down a ‘john’ to be able to come over and see Heather. "I got caught up with things and Mom was going shopping so I thought I’d come over and say hi." It sounded plausible.

"Why don’t you come on up. Have dinner with us." Renie offered. As long as he was here she might as well take advantage of it.

Walter was glad to see him but he wasn’t sure how to deal with him with Tina and the others coming over. Since Renie invited him to come up, there wasn’t too much he could do. He was more concerned at the moment with Peter seeing him in the girls bathing suit. He felt so exposed. It was different around the girls.

Walter and Renie changed while Peter waited in the living room. Walter took forever to get changed and do his hair. It was still wet from the pool and he had to wash to get it to look like anything.

He wanted to hurry to get ready before Renie. He didn’t want the two of them a chance to talk alone. He didn’t trust her. He’d showered, gotten dressed and was just starting to dry his hair when he heard Renie come out of her room and go down the hall to the living room. All he could do was hurry as fast as he could.

"You’re not supposed to be here yet." Renie whispered.

"I wanted to see him." Peter explained.

His time wasn’t cheap. "The deal was for a few hours today." Renie reminded him.

Peter smiled. "No charge." He told the woman. "I just wanted to spend some time with Heather."

That was fine with Renie. She thought she should tell him, "A few of his girlfriends are coming over to have dinner with us and spend some time with Heather."

That was unexpected but he’d come this far. "I’d still like to stay."

Great! It should be interesting, she thought to herself. As much as Renie didn’t like the idea of having Walter out of her sight, for fear he’d try to take off, she knew she’d have to deal with it sooner or later. With his making friends with the girls the time was bound to come when she’d have to let him go out with them. She presented the problem to Peter.

He was more than willing take Heather out and make sure he wouldn’t run away. He understood the arrangement between the woman and the boy from the beginning. "I guarantee he’ll be back if we go out." She had to understand, "I don’t want to lose him either. I’m looking forward to bedding him."

That was another problem dealt with. Good.

Peter was on the couch, watching TV when Walter came out in his jeans and white ribbed knit top. He had agonized over what to wear, worrying more about the girls opinion then Peter’s.

He was smart enough to sit in the chair instead of next to Peter. He didn’t want to send him the wrong signals.

"You looked really great in that suit." He complemented Heather.

Did he really think so? "Thanks." The complement deserved a smile. "I thought it was too much." He admitted to the guy.

"No. Not at all. You’ve got a great figure."

It was flattering but he kept his perspective. "It’s not so great."

Peter laughed. "I hear some of your friends are coming over. Is that girl Tina one of them?"

So, Renie did talk to Peter about him. He wondered what she said? "Yes. Tina, Liz and Christen are all coming. Is that ok?"

"Sure. I’d like to meet your friends." He told him. He’d have rathered it was just the two of them but he would handle it.

It wasn’t as awkward as Walter thought it would be. All the girls liked him. Peter was very likeable. It seemed so odd for Renie to do the cooking but she played the part of the doting Aunt. If they only knew what she was really like? Walter did help clean up after dinner.

"So, where’s your uniform?" Tina asked as the five young people sat around Heather’s room talking.

"I get that after I register at school tomorrow." He explained, pulling the answer out of thin air.

"Which school is she sending you too?" Gina asked casually.

She had him. He had no clue. He sat there in front of his dressing mirror with a blank look on his face. "Would you believe I don’t remember the name of the place?" Renie should have given him a name to tell him.

Christen was amazed, "You start tomorrow and you don’t know the name of the school?"

"Yea." He said with a dumb grin on his face. He jumped off the chair, "I’ll be right back." He went out to the living room where Renie was watching television. "What’s the name of the school?"

She looked up at him, not understanding the question. "What?"

"What’s the name of the school I’m supposed to be going to. They want to know the name."

Renie hadn’t even given it a thought. There were several in the Boston area. The only one that came to mind was The Broward School.

"The Broward School." Walter announced as he came into the room. He breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time he felt he’d been on the verge of being exposed and he’d nearly done it to himself. Walter swore to himself that he’d never let that happen again.

They passed a pleasant couple of hours, until Renie came in and suggested it might be time for everyone to think about going home. Walter looked at the clock and it was almost ten thirty. He couldn’t believe it was so late already.

Gina and Christen left together first. Peter was the next. When, holding his hand at the front door, Peter bent over and kissed Walter on the cheek, there was nothing he could say. Tina was standing right there. "Goodnight Peter." Peter was well aware he’d gotten away with something by the silly grin on his face. Walter could hardly get mad at him, even if it wasn’t for Tina.

"He’s really sweet." Tina remarked when Peter was gone.

"Yea, he is." Walter agreed.

"So, do you and Peter want to double with Greg and I next weekend?" Tina suggested. Greg was Tina’s boyfriend.

A real date? That would mean going out without Renie, if she let him. "Let me ask. I’ll call you tomorrow night and let you know." That would be perfect.

"Have fun at school tomorrow." Tina said joking as she left and Walter closed the door behind her.

He turned to Renie, who’d been sitting at the dining room table and could hear everything he and the others had said. "Could I?" He prayed she’d say yes.

She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "We’ll see. If you’re a good girl this week and you don’t give me any trouble, we’ll see." That was all she would commit to.

At least he had hope. He wouldn’t give her any reason to get mad at him. He wouldn’t mess up his chances. It did occur to him that she had to realize he wanted to get away. She’d be cautious.

As they lay there in the dark, close to each other, with Renie’s arm over him, Renie whispered to him. "You are going to be good for me while I have to go to work? Aren’t you?"

He didn’t hesitate for a second. "I promise."

"Good girl." She gave him a little squeeze and they went to sleep.

Renie couldn’t help but worry all day, what he was doing? He’d been shocked when she made him undress and lock all the bedrooms before she left. If she could only call him, to check on him. The problem was, even if she could rig one of her phones so he couldn’t call out, what if someone else were to call? No, this was the only way.

Walter searched for something to put on but couldn’t even find a towel big enough to cover him. Renie had even locked the linen closet in the hall. He stayed well away from the windows as he did the list of chores she left him. Doing aerobics naked took some getting used to, but she told him he had to.

Walter made no more noise than necessary, keeping the TV volume low and not walking around more then necessary. After he heard the couple downstairs go out to work he knew there was no one downstairs to hear him but he was still cautious.

Several times the phone in the bedroom rang and Renie’s answering machine took messages. Each time it rang he pressed his ear against the door. One of the calls was from Carol. It was impossible to hear what she said but he recognized her voice. It had been a week, he wondered why she didn’t come over to see him?

As far as Carol knew he was gone. At least that’s what Renie had told her on Sunday night when they talked. Things had changed between her and Renie and Carol knew it was because of the boy. She was just glad he was free of her. She really worried how the boy would deal with the Uncle, with all the changes. Certainly he would have the implants removed so he could go back to being just Walter. She knew there was nothing she could do to help him now. Guilt, for what they’d done to the sweet boy, weighed heavily on her.

Renie let him call Tina but stayed right their as he told the girl about his first day at school. He was becoming a very convincing storyteller.

The week days passed slowly for both of them. Walter was bored to death and scared of being discovered during the day.

Renie worried all week. It was often hard to concentrate at work. The nights were wonderful though.

Tuesday Renie came home all excited and had Walter put on one of his pretty dresses. She hurried him out of the house, informing him that she had signed them both up for dance lessons at Arthur Murry. Renie always told herself she would do it, when she found the time. Now she had a reason to go. Walter found himself in the arms of a middle aged man learning how to waltz and mumbo. She had signed them up for six weeks of classes.

Wednesday the lawyers called and Renie went over and picked up the papers that the uncle had to sign. Peter came over that night and stayed with Heather while she went over and got the man to sign over custody of the boy to her.

She’d been right about waiting until late in the evening. The man was so drunk he hardly knew what he was signing. He didn’t even notice that the name on the document wasn’t the boy’s. She didn’t leave the boy and Peter alone too long.

Renie came in Thursday carrying packages. She’d made some calls in the morning and went shopping at lunch. "Here Heather. Hang these up in your closet." Walter took the packages and took them to his room. He opened them to find Renie had bought him two identical plaid skirts, two white cotton blouses, a plaid jacket with an insignia on the pocket. He understood when he read the insignia. The Broward School for Girls. It was his school uniforms. She’s even bought him black penny loafers and a bookbag.

"We’ll get you some notebooks, paper and things, in case the girls come over and wonder if you ever do homework."

It seemed she’d thought of everything.

Friday night came and Walter pleaded with Renie to let him go out with Peter and Tina. Renie couldn’t bring herself to feel at ease with it, even with the agreement with Peter. She finally agreed but made up her mind to follow them, just in case.

Tina’s boyfriend, Greg, seemed nice enough. Peter seemed to like him well enough too. They all got along great. Peter still insisted on holding his hand wherever they went. Walter was getting used to it. It did seem like a natural thing for them to do, considering.

It was when they were in Wendy’s, sitting there eating, that Walter happened to glance out the window and thought he saw Renie’s car in the bank parking lot next door. There was someone sitting in the car but he wasn’t 100% sure it was Renie until the car pulled out on the street the same time they did. This was not to be the night he’d escape, he knew that now.

The next stop was a billiards parlor. Walter had shot pool before but he wasn’t very good at it. Peter took great pleasure in being his teacher.

The place grew more and more crowded with kids as time passed. It was apparently where most of Tina’s and Greg’s friends hung out.

Gina and her boyfriend came in around ten. A little later they spotted Mike come in with Ian. Walter saw the look on the boy’s face as he walked over to them and realized that he wasn’t there alone. Peter was always nearby and made it quite obvious that he was with Heather. Walter felt sorry for Ian. He knew how he felt.

She was there when they came out around eleven. She was across the street in a restaurant parking lot. It took Walter a minute to spot the car he knew would be there somewhere. If he took off she would catch him.

"My place?" Tina asked as they got in the car.

"Sure." Walter was having a good time. He didn’t want to go home. He was enjoying himself. He had more freedom than he had in a very long time and loved it.

"Mom, this is Heather, the girl I told you about." Tina introduced him to her Mother.

"Hi Heather." Ginny said to the girl with a welcome smile.

"Hello Mrs Strand. It’s nice to meet you." The woman was younger than he thought she’d be. He could see where Tina got her looks from. She was a very pretty woman.

"Tina’s told me so much about you. I’m so sorry about your parents dear." Ginny felt so sorry for the girl. It had to be so horrible for her.

"Thank you." He replied soulfully. He hadn’t spent much time lately, dwelling on his loss. She seemed nice.

"You’ll have to come over for dinner some evening. It was very sweet of your Aunt to invite Tina over last Sunday. Be sure and thank her for me."

"I will." She was so nice he felt bad deceiving her.

Once her mother left them alone they went downstairs to the family room. Tina’s place was much bigger then Renie’s.

Turning on the TV, everyone settled in. It hadn’t occurred to Walter that Tina and Greg had wanted to come back to Tina’s so they had a comfortable place to make out. The two took the big sofa. That left Walter and Peter the loveseat.

Peter behaved at first, just watching television. It seemed inconsiderate to talk with Tina and Greg into heavy necking. Walter stole a glance in their direction every so often. It seemed they never came up for air.

Peter couldn’t resist any longer. "Heather?"

He looked around at Peter.

"Just a little kiss? Please." He looked so sorrowful.

Peter put his hand on her soft cheek as stroked it gently.

"Go ahead and kiss him silly." Tina said laughing.

Walter didn’t think they were paying them any attention.

"Come on Heather." Greg echoed.

Peter was waiting. Tina and Greg were watching.

"Just a little one?" Peter asked again.

He was trapped. If he didn’t respond they’d think there was something wrong with him. He had Peter had been inseparable all night. Why shouldn’t Heather want to kiss her boyfriend?

"Ok." Walter said to Peter softly.

The gentle hand on his cheek drew Walter toward his waiting lips. They touched softly for a long moment. Walter, with his eyes closed, pretended he was kissing a girl. It wasn’t so bad.

When Peter took his hand away Walter opened his eyes and looked into his eyes. They were gentle eyes with an adoring look in them. "Ok?" Peter asked.

Walter smiled back. "Ok." They went back to watching television. Everyone was satisfied now. That was it.

He promised Renie he’d be home by twelve thirty. It was almost that time. "We have to go." He whispered to Peter.

Peter didn’t want to be late. He didn’t want to worry the woman. He wanted the opportunity to do this again. Around his friends, Heather was less inhibited. "Ok. I’ll get you home on time." He also wanted a few minutes to say goodnight properly.

"They said goodnight to Tina and Greg, leaving them there on the couch. They said goodnight to Mrs Strand on the way out.

"Don’t be a stranger." Ginny told the girl.

Peter had parked his car there earlier, opting to go in Greg’s. He drove Heather home.

Walter didn’t see Renie’s car until they got around the complex to her apartment. It was in the lot but not where it had been when they went out. He was sure it was her car he’d seen but he couldn’t be positive. She might have just gone out somewhere.

Peter walked Heather to the steps but held him back from going up. "Do I get a good night kiss?" He wanted so much more. He felt like an awkward young boy on his first date and he found the whole idea exciting. The woman wanted him to rape Heather. Peter wanted nothing less now than to make love to him, as equal partners.

It hadn’t been so bad before. Walter decided he could pretend again. "Alright." He looked up and saw that the apartment was dark.

Peter wrapped his arms around him this time and pulled him close. He smelled so good as he brought his lips down to Heather’s.

He closed his eyes long before their lips met. It was the only way he could handle it. Peter was as gentle as he was the first time but the kiss lasted longer than before. Walter couldn’t pull away, Peter held him gently, but firmly.

"Goodnight Heather." Peter said at the top of the stairs as the boy went and rang the bell. Even though it was a weak smile, it was a smile.

"Goodnight Peter. I had a good time. Thanks."

Renie, with the living room lights out, had been watching from behind the curtains. She didn’t want them to know she was there. She flicked the lights on now and went and let the boy in. "Did you have a nice time?"

"Yes, we did." He admitted.

"What did you do?"

He was sure she knew. Almost sure. "We ate at Wendy’s, went and shot some pool then went over to Tina’s and watched TV for a little while." There was no reason to tell her about the kissing.

"That sounds nice. I didn’t know you liked to shoot pool."

There was a lot of things about him she didn’t know. "I’ve played a little."

She intentionally didn’t ask about Peter. She didn’t ask if he enjoyed being kissed by the young man. She was dying to know but she didn’t ask.

Walter told her about meeting Tina’s mother and her invitation to dinner.

Renie had made a grave mistake. Introducing him, wanting him to make friends with the local girls was something she should never have agreed to. It was Carol’s fault.

During the day was one thing but she couldn’t keep him locked up and away from them all the time. She couldn’t continue to follow him everywhere either. Sooner or later someone would get suspicious when he couldn’t go visit his friends, like other girls. She had no idea how at the moment, but she’d have to find a way to insure he’d return to her when occasions like tonight arose and Peter wasn’t around. She had to be sure he didn’t give away their secret relationship. It was imperative she find a way or she’d lose him.

Tonight was another story. Seeing him outside kissing Peter had excited her and she wanted him.

They had never kissed and it surprised him when she took his face in her hands and kissed him long and hard. It should have been pleasant, even exciting, but it wasn’t. He didn’t like the way she plunged her tongue into his mouth and french kissed him.

They kissed again after he brought her to orgasm, several times.

Renie wanted to experiment further. "Just lay back and relax." She told him. He had suckled her breasts many times but she hadn’t done that to him. It was satisfying to see him react to her they way he did. Most boys aren’t as sensitive at their nipples. Her heather wasn’t like most boys. It still took her toy to bring him to an orgasm. That and rubbing him just the right way. It was the most exciting lovemaking so far for Renie.

So often, as she plunged the dildo inside him and played with him to make him orgasm, he wondered why, with the feelings she made him experience, he never got an erection. He should have, he knew, but he felt nothing under the mask of hair that hid his penis and testicles. Why, he wondered as he fell asleep in her arms?

There was little to do in the way of chores on Saturday. He had done them all during the week.

Tina called and asked him to go out with the girls shopping that afternoon. Renie told him no, to make whatever excuses he had to.

The two of them did the food shopping in the afternoon. Then got ready for Howie and Peter to pick them up for the theater. Howie had picked up four tickets for a production of Chorus Line.

When Walter called Peter Saturday morning and asked him if he was interested in going he jumped at the opportunity.

Like Friday night, he wasn’t worried about getting paid for his time anymore. The boy was someone he wanted, someone he desired. He wasn’t a ‘john’ to him anymore. He was infatuated by him.

"Do you want me to do your hair up for you?" Renie asked.

"I think I can do it." He told her. "I could use some help though."

"What do you need help with?" Renie was delighted that he wanted to try and do his hair himself.

He hurried to his closet. He took out one of the dresses. "Do you think it would be ok if I wore this tonight." He asked, holding up the beige dress with the pearl buttons.

He was delightful. "No, that would be fine. You looked lovely in that in the store." Did he realize that the only shoes he could wear with it were the white two inch heals? She wouldn’t mention it just now, she thought to herself.

"Good." He had to admit that he liked how it looked in the store too. It showed off his slender figure and he was sure Peter would like it.

His hair took him a while. His makeup, which Renie helped him with this time, took him longer than usual. He stood in front of the mirror and admired the girl before him. His dangling pearl earrings looked great with the rest of his pearl jewelry. His perfume was the finishing touch. He thought to himself that he looked older, dressed this way and he liked the feeling. He felt good about himself. He felt pretty.

"You look great." Walter said with enthusiasm when Peter walked in wearing his gray pinstripe double breasted suit. He really looked handsome.

"Me!? You look gorgeous." It was so hard to believe this was a boy standing before him. Heather looked so beautiful.

"Really?" It was worth the trouble he’d gone to for Peter.

"Really." Peter told him with an adoring smile and stare.

His only worry was that Peter would try to be too attentive out in public but he was wonderful. He was polite, as always, but he did no more than hold his hand. He was the perfect gentleman.

The production was wonderful. Walter had seen the movie on TV but it didn’t compare to seeing it on the stage. Chorus Line was the first stage show he’d ever seen.

Howie took them out after for desert. Walter turned down anything fattening. He didn’t want to gain weight. He was happy with his figure now. He didn’t want to blow it.

Peter waited patiently until they were back at Heather’s. The men were invited up. The young couple weren’t surprised when the other two snuck off to the bedroom.

"I can’t get over how beautiful you look tonight." Peter said sitting next to him on the couch. "Everyone was looking at you. I was really proud to be your date." He took Heather’s soft hand and pressed his slender fingers to his lips.

Walter blushed. He shouldn’t have enjoyed the complement. He should have been humiliated by it, but he wasn’t. "I saw the women looking at you too. I was a little jealous." He had noticed more than a few looks buy the women around them. It was kind of exciting, in a way.

Peter would have liked to tell Heather that he didn’t have anything to worry about. He couldn’t do that though.

"May I?" Peter asked.

Walter knew what Peter meant. How many guys would ask? Not many. It was little enough to do for the way he’d been taken care of tonight. "Alright."

The gentle touch of his hand on Walter’s cheek. The sensitive touch of his lips. The smell of his cologne. It excited Walter.

Peter’s hand stroked the soft skin of Heather’s arm as his lips pressed down gently on his. He took his hand from his arm and rested it at his waist. The whole time their lips never parted.

Walter could have pulled away, but he didn’t. He could have stolen his lips from Peter’s, but he didn’t. There was something about the touch of his hand that was so stimulating.

It was Peter that let the moment end and he leaned back on the couch and asked Heather, "Can I just hold you for a little while?"

At that moment he wanted to be close. Walter didn’t answer with words. When Peter lifted his arm up over his shoulder Walter conceded and sunk into the couch, nestled beside him.

"This feels nice." Peter whispered.

"Yes it does." Walter agreed. He felt guilty and embarrassed that he had willingly showed affection toward another male. He told himself over and over, as he sat there next to Peter, that it was something he had to do.

That wasn’t the only kiss they shared while they watched TV and waited for the Renie and Howie to come out of the bedroom. Walter was nervous that Peter would decide he had to go before they came out so, again, he did nothing to encourage him to leave. He had to make him want to stay.

Sunday was fairly uneventful. He talked to Tina twice on the phone. Renie let him call Gina too. She wanted Heather to come over her to her house that afternoon. "I have too much homework." He explained. "My Aunt won’t let me out." He told Gina as Renie stood over him.

Peter called that afternoon, to ask if it was alright if he came over. Renie was hesitant to say yes at first but after Walter swallowed his pride and asked her so sweetly, she agreed.

Renie was just about ready to let Peter have him. She saw what was happening. The boy was doing it again. He was becoming too accepting of his role and it was beginning to lose the thrill for Renie. He needed to be reminded of who he really was. She wanted the frightened boy back again.

Renie had considered all the possibilities. "You know I’d like to let you go visit with your friends." She explained. "I just don’t know that I can trust you not to run off."

He’d never get away if she didn’t give him some freedom. "I wouldn’t do that. Honest!" He insisted, pleading.

"Oh, I’m sure." She said sarcastically. "I just don’t know what I’d do if you did." She was ready to drop the bomb on him. "I spoke to your uncle this week and he agreed to sign over custody of you to me. Isn’t that wonderful."

He couldn’t believe it. "He did?" Walter was both shocked and crushed.

"He seemed quite pleased to let me take care of you." She assured him, enjoying the distressed look on his face.

Walter thought back to the night he was raped. Uncle Jack was so disgusted by his appearance. Walter shouldn’t have been surprised that he didn’t want him back.

"I arranged to have your name legally changed to Heather. It will make things less complicated." It was a lie but she showed him a copy of the altered birth certificate to prove it to him.

Walter read the document with amazement. He didn’t know someone could do that without his consent.

Was she really his legal guardian now?

She wanted to make his situation perfectly clear. "If you did decide to run off I’d have no choice but to report you as a runaway to the police. And I’d have to tell them about your little perversion and give them your description. I would think that would be rather traumatic for you."

You just try it and I’ll tell them what you’ve done to me, he said to himself. The expression on his face never changed from the pleading look he showed her. "I won’t run away, I promise."

She could imagine what he was thinking. Renie went on. "Of course I’d tell them you were already trying to change yourself to a girl when I found you and took you in." She’d have a little trouble convincing the police of that but she hoped that would never be necessary.

He found that disturbing. It was one thing to be forced into it but to have people believe it was what he wanted all along. That would be hard to deal with.

Renie added, "I’d have to tell all your friends. They’d be so worried about their girlfriend. I wonder what they’d say about a boy who pretended to be girl. I imagine Tina and your friends would be rather appalled when the police returned you to me." Almost as an afterthought, she added, "And poor Peter. Just imagine what his reaction would be?"

Would she really do that!? He couldn’t stand the idea of everyone finding out.

"There is, of course, the possibility that they might not let you come back to me. They could decide to put you into a home. I’m sure they wouldn’t let your Uncle take you back, once they saw what he was like." Renie had no intention of doing any of those things, of course, but the boy had only to believe she would.

She was right, he realized, when he thought about it. What would they do with a boy that wanted the world to think he was a girl?. The humiliation would be awful.

Now that he was thoroughly scared, she offered him a little hope. "You’ll be eighteen next year, an adult. You’ll be able to decide what you want to do then. Until that time, you’ll live here with me."

His birthday was almost a year away. Could he wait that long?

Peter wondered why he was so quiet that night, as they sat around watching television. He seemed to have something on his mind but he wouldn’t talk about it.

Renie had taken him off to the side and told him her thoughts about the boy, that it was time for Peter to get more aggressive.

Renie was a little concerned that Peter wasn’t as anxious as he had been initially. The two were getting very close and that wasn’t in her plans. She didn’t want her little ‘girl’ to simply have a boyfriend. She wanted him to feel humiliated.

It wasn’t easy for Peter to put her off. He reminded her that she wasn’t paying for his services any more and he told her he would go at his own pace.

She slacked off a little on the boy the next week. Not her sexual demands, they seemed to intensify. She allowed him to go over to Gina’s house Wednesday night, after confirming with Gina’s mother that the girls would not go out anywhere. Renie dropped him off and picked him up. He was originally asked for Tuesday night but they had their dance class on Tuesdays.

She didn’t stand over him any more as he talked on the phone in the evenings, as long as she was sure who it was that talked to. The phone became something of an escape. Each night he’d call the girls or Peter and he talked for hours.

Late in the week Renie surprised him. He’d asked to go out Friday night and Renie had said yes. Peter asked him to go to a movie. Renie suggested, out of the blue, that he invited all the girls to come over and spend the night.

The idea worried him a little but Renie reminded him, "They’ve seen you in your bathing suit."

She was right but it was still a little unnerving.

He hadn’t seen Peter all week, since Sunday night, and strangely, he missed him, missed his company. They went out Friday night. There were six of them, including Tina, Gina and their boyfriends. They went to the movies and ended up back at Tina’s again.

It was getting harder for Walter to stave off Peter. Especially when everyone was encouraging him to let his hair down with him. How do you sit there with the others making out and expect Peter to just watch television? Kissing him was no longer something to be terrified of. The closeness they’d shared over the past weeks had turned into something he enjoyed. Letting Peter kiss him was just a part of that.

When he was alone with the girls they talked of boyfriends constantly, sharing with him their observations and experiences. The encouraged him constantly to share in those feelings.

Walter had some insight into what they talked about. He couldn’t tell them about it though. He did wonder what it might be like with someone other than Renie, with Peter. Fear stopped him from finding out. Fear of things getting out of control, fear of going too far.

Tina’s mother and father weren’t home. Tina would never have taken Greg upstairs with her if she was. Gina and Mike found their privacy in the living room, leaving Heather and Peter alone in the family room.

Peter and Heather had been making out for only a short while when he started nuzzling and kissing the boy’s neck.

Walter saw nothing wrong with it. It sent shivers through him and he loved the feeling. He was laid back against the cushions on the end of the couch and Peter was beside him, on the outside.

Peter was very happy with the way things were going. He was delighted but a little surprised that they had come so far so fast, in their relationship. "You know I really care about you." He whispered in Heather’s ear as he paused for a second.

Walter, feeling more than a little warm and tingling from what he was experiencing, whispered back, "I care about you too."

"I’ve never know anyone as sweet, as exciting as you." He professed.

Walter didn’t know what to say. He opened his eyes and looked at Peter and just smiled.

Peter wasn’t sure how Heather would react but he felt compelled. As he covered Heather’s lips with his he let his hand wander from the boy’s shoulder, down the front of his blouse to his chest. He made the move quickly, before Heather could stop him. Peter gently squeezed the soft mound of flesh.

Walter’s eyes went wide and he tensed. "Peter, I don’t think you should...." Even as he started to speak he felt the excitement build.

Peter put his finger to Heather’s lips. "Don’t be afraid." In reality, it was Peter that felt a little uncomfortable about what he was doing. He was gay after all, and Heather was hardly just another boy. He was so much like a girl that Peter, at times, had reservations about their becoming lovers. To fondle a female breast was not something he would have imagined himself doing willingly.

"But...." Walter tried to protest again but the hand on his chest felt so good as it stroked him.

"Just relax sweetheart. I won’t do any more than you want me too." Even if it drove Peter crazy to hold himself back, he told himself.

Walter relaxed back into the cushions, still tense. But was the tension from fear, or excitement? Then, weren’t they nearly the same thing?

Peter unbuttoned one of the boy’s buttons and slipped his hand under his blouse, caressing him through the silky material of his bra.

It felt wonderful. He was so sensitive. Whenever Peter touched his sensitive nipples he twitched with pleasure. He gave no more thought to stopping him. He gave little thought to anything except the pleasure he was experiencing.

Walter didn’t even tense when Peter slipped his hand under his bra as stroked his swollen nipples. It felt fantastic. He sought out Peter’s lips and kissed him passionately as his excitement grew.

Peter was thrilled he could excite the boy this way. Even if it felt strange to him. With his free hand he unbuttoned the rest of Heather’s blouse, down to his shorts. He gently pulled one of his breasts from his bra.

Walter couldn’t believe what he was feeling. He was so sensitive to Peter’s touch. He could have said something as he felt his blouse fall open. He could have told Peter to stop when he started to fondle his bare breast. He could have.

Renie was rough when she suckled his breast. She often bit him. Peter wasn’t like that as his mouth covered his nipple. He was gentle, loving in his affection. "Ahhhh..." He felt spasms of excitement as Peter’s tongue flicked over his nipple.

"Slide over a little." Peter told him as he put his hands on his waist and helped him.

Walter was a little scared for a second, not knowing with Peter was doing. The fear passed as he laid between his legs and went back to sucking on his nipples. He alternated from one to the other and the boy was taken over by the sensations he felt.

Peter was doing something he never imagined he’d ever do again. He’d known passion with girls, when he was younger. Before he accepted his sexual orientation. He never thought he’d get pleasure from fondling a girl’s breasts again but if it made Heather happy, he’d do whatever it took.

"Oh God!.." Walter moaned as the weight of Peter on his crotch, combined with the feelings he experienced as Peter licked him drove him insane with pleasure. He was sure he was going to come any second. He knew he should tell Peter to stop, he said the words soon enough.

They were just laying there next to each other. Peter’s head was lying on his chest as his fingers stroked the smooth soft skin of his thigh. Walter was trying to collect himself as his fingers twined through Peter’s hair.

The moment was ruined when Walter heard someone clear their throat. The two looked up to discover Gina standing in the doorway, smiling at the two of them. "I think you to better pull yourselves together. Tina’s Mom and Dad are home."

Gina looked at Heather lying there looking so satisfied and content and she smiled at her. It was about time, she thought to herself. She was happy for her. Happy that she was finally discovering herself.

The look from his girlfriend didn’t escape him. Walter wiggled out from under Peter and jumped up from the couch in a panic. He hurriedly straightened himself up and then fumbled with the buttons on his blouse. He was all thumbs. "I’m a mess."

"I think you’re beautiful." Peter said sitting there smiling lovingly at the boy.

"You’re crazy." Walter said with a smile as he tucked his blouse into his shorts.

"Maybe." Peter said, still smiling up at the boy like a lovesick puppy.

"But did you like it?" Christen asked as the four of them lounged around Heat