The Lightning Journal

by Joni Brown (really by Gwen Brown)

  

It was late when I got out of school and I missed the Bus. The Sky was black and rain poured out of the clouds like it would never end. Flashes of lightening swept the sky with an almost strobe like regularity. The air had that Ozone smell that sometimes comes with a Storm in these parts.

The visual comotion really made me feel creepy and weak. Still I had to get home because I was afraid that Mom would be angry that I had missed the Buss again. I was so slow that some of the boys teased me and this time I had detention until my split schedule Buss had already left. My confrontation with the other Boy hadn't worked too well. Now I was going to have to explain the black Eye to Mom. I feared her anger more than I feared the Storm. It felt like I could never measure up or somehow something about me wasn't right.

I started walking home knowing my Mom would be really upset that I went out in the Rain and Lightening. I thought I would get home before she did and I wouldn't have anything to explain. She always treated me like I was somehow weaker than the other boys were.

In a block or so I was soaked clear to the skin and starting to chill. I was starting to regret my decision to walk. On top of that it was getting darker except for the Lightning which seemed to be intensifying.

All I remember of that walk home is that the air around me began to glow and my wet hair began to stand on end. I didn't even have time to duck. There was a huge blinding flash and I was out.

I dreamed that someone found me and took me to a white room with strange beings in it. They seemed to be talking about me and sometimes to me. I couldn't hear any sound but it seemed to be voices in my mind.

 

Their conversation went something like this: "It is unfortunate about this being." One Alien said.

" Apparently the storm cloud shield we used to conceal our presence intensified the lightening too much." Another said.

"In the future we shall be forced to land and conceal our craft when we are within populated areas." A third Voice said. "We can not endanger the inhabitants." The first one said.

"Is the Child aware?" Another said. This one sounded like Fred our retired neighbor. "Yes we think so." One who sounded like his wife.

"We must let him know that we will do everything we can to repair the damage. Do you understand Child?" Fred said. At that point I couldn't move or speak but I seemed to respond to them in my head and that seemed to satisfy the Alien. I say Alien because I do not know what else they could have been.

"Are you getting anything on the Child's habitation location?" Old Mr. Johnson said.

It was really strange and neat how they had started to make their voices sound like people I knew. I felt strangely calm when I suppose I should have been freaking out. At the time I thought it was nice that they were trying not to upset me.

"Yes we have done that and also constructed a complete profile on his history and personality." Fred said to him.

"Yes, I can see there are also anomalies here both in Personality and in physical structure. This must have occurred during the Pregnancy. We should repair all that as partial compensation for the difficulty we have caused it." Mr. Johnson said.

Some time seemed to pass before I heard them talking again. I was really comfortable and my surroundings felt all warm and fuzzy.

"Well, I think she is completely repaired. I wonder how often gender abnormalities occur in this Species?" Fred said. "If this being does not engage in the usual self-destructive tendencies we have observed in this species, the life span should be extended considerably." Anne said.

They went on to talk about several things but one thing I remember is that they had given me the genetic body structure of the Female we seem to revere on this World. "If this Child had developed to the adult stage, it would not have been able to reproduce. It was actually much more Female than Male. Anne said.

"This seems to be a fairly common defect in these beings. The lack of a proper Magetoshere around this planet causes a lot of genetic damage." Mr. Johnson said.

 

"Sir, the repairs and improvements we made will include some significant life role changes. Perhaps we should include some life experience conditioning as well." Fred said. "Well OK, but we must remain within the non-interference policy. At this age, its physical appearance will not be awfully different except for the Reproductive Organs. We want the Parents of this Child to recognize her after all." Harry said.

"Yes, the reproductive organs were just getting ready to start functioning but we decided to give her a small period of time to adjust to the other improvements." Fred said.

"That is good we are finished." I couldn't tell who that one was supposed to sound like.

 

The next thing I know is my Mom is slapping me, trying to waken me. It feels like I am rising up out of a deep well. I can smell burned cloth and the sickening odor of burned hair.

"John honey, are you alright? You look a mess. What happened to you. Your thin little jacket has burns all over it." Mom said. She kept talking as I finally felt like I was awake.

"Mom, Mom, it's OK. Where am I"? I said. I had just started to realize that the voice I used was not my voice

"Johnny, what happened to your voice?" She said. "Mommy, I don't think I have a cold." I said. I was really confused. She sounded concerned and really upset. "Let's get you in the house and cleared away." She said. Now not another word until we get you cleaned up and I call Dr Frank.

She marched me straight to the Bathroom. I didn't make it and she had to carry me most of the way. She sat me on the toilet and began to undress me. I was still too groggy to help out much. I was really tired and felt like bawling. "Mom, I think I was struck by lightning. It was awful." I said. I realized that I should be dead now. The shock of it all began to set in and I began shaking and weeping.

This really upset Mom because I was talking just like the other girls in the LA Basin. I could see tears forming in her eyes. We both began to realize that I must have been killed or were very close to it.

I don't know what it was but something was finally settling into my brain. Suddenly Mom was Mommy. My clothes began to smell really disgusting to me. She finally got my jacket and Tee Shirt off. Right away she saw that my nipples were little nubbins. Nothing like a little Boy's at all.

Mommy was starting breathe faster and was softly sobbing. I suppose we made quite a pair that afternoon. She literally just tore the rest of my clothing off and pushed me into the Tub. After seeing my breasts, I suppose the shock of what was not between my Legs was a little less. While it filled she took my old clothes and put them somewhere.

When she returned to the Bathroom she was talking very insistently to our Family Doctor's Nurse. Our Doctor had been a friend of my Dad's in the service and saw my Father die when an Airplane fell on him. Dr Frank was at his side before anyone else. He'd been waiting to pick Father up and they were going to a retirement ceremony. His last words to Frank were. "Take care of Marjory."

My Mother had never remarried even though the death was over 4 years ago. I could hear half the conversation and I knew that Dr Frank was on the way over to our house.

As she washed me we both seemed to calm somewhat until she began washing my Thighs and Torso. I felt her begin to scrub between my legs and then we both gave out a hysterical shriek. "Oh, my God, everything is gone!" She hysterically cried out. We both said almost the same thing. I was no less hysterical.

I knew she must have seen the changes when she undressed me, but maybe it just didn't register or something at that time.

I knew Mommy was really shook up because she didn't even worry about how clean the house was.

When he arrived, Mommy was sitting on the bed with me on her Lap and both of us were sobbing. I wasn't so upset but I felt bad for Mommy. Looking back, I think the Aliens must have put something in me to make me feel much more at home in my corrected Body. At that moment, I realized that I was not so upset but for the first time in my life I felt like I was "right". I decided I would keep that quiet and let Mommy and Dr Frank figure that out for themselves. You know how these grown ups are. They get so upset.

Frank had to sit down when he saw me but then his curiosity took over. At first he was sure it wasn't me but after he and Mommy talked to me and between each other for a few minutes, they accepted it. Mommy asked Frank if he wanted a drink and they both began sipping on a strong one, according to Mother. I was worried because I didn't think Mommy was just sipping.

I felt really odd because I knew I had been a boy before today but I also felt very comfortable in my new role.

I told Doctor Frank and my Mother how it all happened. I told them about the dream I had before I woke up. Frank was really interested in the fact that I had dreamed they had "fixed" me. They talked for a long time about it all and I got the idea that while Mommy was still in shock about the whole thing, Frank seemed to be taking it better and more calmly.

I was really tired but first I was really hungry. I was glad that Frank ordered in Chinese. I really liked General Cho's Chicken and rice with that sweet, sticky red sauce on it. You can only be sad and shook up for so long and then you have to take a break from it. This was a great treat. After the Chinese and several drinks Mommy seemed a lot better.

We all agreed that any visits to the Hospital would serve no purpose. Dr Frank said it would probably just get some secret agency down on our home and they'd perhaps even haul me off. That really scared me and Mommy and I fell into another surge of emotion and fear.

Before Frank went home to his own family, He gave mom a shot and me and a little white pill. He put us both in bed. I already had a dislike for sleeping in a boy's room. The colors were all wrong and it smelled bad. Mommy had put me in one of her Baby Doll gowns. It came clear to below my Knees.

Over the next several days, Mommy and Frank invented a cover story. One thing he did was take a DNA sample and compare it with my previous sample record. Mom was astonished but this sort of record keeping was almost demanded in 2011. The sample revealed that my DNA had some changes in it. Doc found that one thing that who ever it was had done, was repair a flaw that would have left me sterile as a Male. This matched up with what I had told Frank about my dream. He couldn't tell a lot else except that they fixed my baldness gene.

Frank looked at my other records and could tell they had made a lot of improvements. In short they remodeled my body. They also made me Blonde and gave me deep blue eyes. Later people told me that my eyes were so vivid that it appeared as if I could see people's souls. This worked out very well for me later in life when I taught school.

I missed almost a month of school. They thought I needed to learn to be a girl but we gradually found out that the Aliens, as we now called them, had put a lot of preferences and natural tendencies in me. In short, I found myself doing many "Girl" things and didn't know how I knew.

Perhaps owing to the prejudices in the Alien's society but I found I had a real distaste for any part of being a Tom Boy. I am sure I drove my Mother crazy when I refused to wear Pants even when we went on outings. When we Hiked I reluctantly wore a Skort but I was very fussy that it must appear to be a skirt. I really liked my Hair in those long springy curls.

Mother asked the Principle and one of my favorite Teachers to come over one afternoon to see my changes. By then I felt really comfortable as a Girl and just brushed off their clumsy attempts at sympathy.

I told them that I felt OK for the first time ever in my whole life. At 11 years old, I felt very sure of myself.

School was awkward at first. One thing that had helped is that the Principle had an assembly of the Student Body and told every one that I had been in an accident and while they repaired me had discovered that my sex organs were destroyed. Everyone in the place gasped when he said they made me a girl.

I did not know it at the time, many people voiced the opinion that the Surgery was a good correction. I had never seemed to fit in my own body, or something to that effect some thought. Of course there were those idiots who said they always thought I was a Fagot. I would have to deal with them for a while. Some of it would be really bad.

Mommy had wanted to put me in a different School but I did not want to leave my friends. I finally won out but at times I wondered if she was right. She seemed to be adjusting well to my changes. While we did not have lots of money, she seemed to be particularly happy to buy me clothes.

Thank God that the low rider hip hugging half-naked thing had faded out. I don't know how I could have handled that. I liked all skirt lengths but really liked thin, back button Blouses with lots of frills and Lace. I also loved to wear fancy Camisoles under Blouses that were really thin and let them show through.

Most of my old friends just acted funny around me for a while. They seemed more affected by all this than I was. Billy seemed to like me even more. Later I would find out he was gay and still thought of me as a Boy. Billy and I have stayed friends over the years but I had to make it clear that no part of me was a boy.

He accepted that really well eventually and he is as close to me as almost any of my girl friends. I felt too young and disoriented to date. I wanted to give myself a breather until I was in High School.

Billy, I, and sometimes my girl friends still went to the Mall, Movies, and things. Mommy would sometimes come with us. The girls and I really enjoyed trying on clothes even if we didn't buy anything. I was always a little more timid than the other girls. They did get me to buy one of those Minis and wear it home one day. I felt half-naked. After a while it was thrilling to know the boys were all drooling all over themselves when they saw us. I was really starting to like boys too. Most of them were all too timid to talk to us unless we approached them. I though that life had gotten as normal as it could and I was really happy.

One day I was coming out of the Girls Locker room late. That is one thing the Aliens did not fix. I had a horrible time being on time. I had also started my menses and had dressed slowly.

Suddenly, a hand covered my eyes and mouth. Other hands grabbed my arms. Someone else grabbed my ankles and began taping them together. They did it right on my bare skin and later I would have to bear the pain of getting it all off. Someone gagged me and taped that onto my mouth. They wrapped it all around my head right on my hair and face. I was really scared and suddenly felt really weak and almost unconscious.

They'd been talking quietly, trying to disguise their voices. But when they had me all secured with my hands behind my Back and around a Steel post in the Basement of the old School, they really got excited. Two of them even used names of a couple of the group. One of them got really angry when they used Names. The others just thought he was too uptight.

I couldn't see anything but it sounded like there were four of them. One of the Voices I recognized because he had been giving me a hard time every since I came back to school. So, with the two names I knew who three of them were.

I regretted not letting my Mommy send me to another school. She should not have given me a choice. I was so terrified. The hateful things they were saying made me fear that they were going to kill me.

"We're gona cut you up you little fagot. This one, Jim Hale was the son of a businessman who sold Porn to stores. Everyone had known for years that the family was full of hate. This was the oldest of the boys. Mom and I had seen the Wife of the Family at the Store and she seemed really meek and almost embarrassed to meet people who knew her husband. Once or twice Mom had seen her with bruises on her arms or on her face.

I really started to struggle then, sorry that I had not fought more when they first abducted me. They began using something to cut my clothes off. I was really hysterical now and jerked around as much as I could. I could not move much and gradually stopped but not before one of them had cut me just over my left breast. Another one cut me just under my chin. I could feel my warm blood soaking down my body. I was bawling so loud now that I could not hear what they were saying but I knew they eventually cut all my clothes off except for what was under the Tape.

I did hear one of them say,"Damb he really looks like a girl, John." "Shut up with the names you fools." One of them said. "What you worried about, our little fagot ain't gona be telling no stories." Some one else said.

They started poking and jabbing at me. Some of it hurt so much I thought they were cutting on me some more. About that time, everything began to fade. I thought I was bleeding to death but I guess I was fainting from all the stress. I could feel warmth on my Legs and at first thought it was blood. It really scandalized me when I realized that I had wet myself.

The next thing I knew some Man was shaking me and talking to me. Are you alive?" He said. "I called the Police and an Ambulance. They should be here in a minute. You got a lota cuts but they all seemed to have stopped bleeding except for the one on your chin. There is blood all over but it doesn't look like you really lost much. I looked around and could see bloody foot prints on the bare Concrete.

I could faintly hear Sirens. Who ever it was told me he was going out to bring them in. I just hung there, held up by all that tape. I was weeping so hard that I could hardly breathe. You know how it is when you cry really hard. Your body does strange things to you and you can't control it. My feelings were really hurt. My throat hurt and the sobbing really made me jerk painfully against the Tape which held me captive.

I could hear urgent voices and footsteps on the Stairs. There was a lot of confusion. Some guy said. "Look get Lieutenant Hayes. She is a little Girl and this is Girl stuff.

In a little while I heard a Woman talking to me. "It's OK honey. You are safe now. We are going to get you out of this." She said. Her voice showed a lot of compassion and sympathy. When I looked up at her, she was softly crying.

I am going to get this stuff off your face now. She tried to do it without hurting me and finally settled for just my eyes and the gag. The rest of the tape was so adhered to me that they couldn't get it off with out a lot of pain.

"We are going to see if the Doctors can use some sort of solvent or oil to remove this tape. The little bastards put it right on your skin." She said. She sounded really angry.

"Hey guys, try not to disturb anything any more than you have to and get the Police in here. I want those Perverts." She said. I could hear her anger rising with each word. I was just glad I was not them now.

When I could see and talk, it was hard because I was so hysterical, I told her I knew whom some of them were. She did her best to comfort me. My heart hurt so badly that I just wanted to die. I did not know how I would ever show my face in school again.

There was a huge commotion over what they did to me. I told the Police who I thought it had been and they found my blood on one of the boy's shirt. He was really shook up and quickly ratted off his friends. When they went to the other Boys homes, they found more blood on their shoes and clothing.

One of them got off more lightly and just got a year of reform school. The others got that and supervised probation until they graduated from High School.

Supervised probation meant that they wore tracking and voice monitoring devices. The ankle cuff had gone away and they had to bear the indignity of an implant in their abdomens. There was also two hearing bugs secured so far in their ears they could not get them out and if they tried little horns would really carve them up.

They also placed one in my abdomen so that if any one of them got anywhere close to me, they were told to leave immediately. They were also moved to another school once they got out of Reform School.

After a while I almost felt sorry for them. It would be like having a constant evil guard on you. I wasn't that sorry for them though.

It took me a long time to get over it but the Professionals had finally figured out that fawning over a victim and acting like they were damaged goods just made matters worse. I got lots of love and support but little sympathy.

School was a lot better and I got lots of Flowers at home. It really did more to help Mommy than Me.

I really felt bad for Janet, an acquaintance from School. She tearfully told me that she knew those boys were going to do something to me but she had no idea it would be that bad. She also said she feared that they would figure out who told.

My Birthday was just before School let out for the summer. There must have been a hundred kids at my party. There were so many that Friends and Neighbors brought more Ice Cream and Cake on really short notice. Mom had called one of my closest friends and told her to invite a few Children. She'd had no idea that the Girl would call that many Girls and Boys. It really made me feel special to have all those Kids there. I think my Mom was really glad when they were all gone though. It had turned into a Block Party and went until really late at night. I was really tired and was asleep on the Couch before they were all gone. Later, Mommy must have moved me to my own bed.

That summer after school was out, I often went over to Allison's house to hang out. They had a pool and sometimes we would spend the whole day in their back yard. I always wore a modest one piece at her house but that day had lost it at school. I must have left it out in the Locker room. I didn't realize it was gone until I got to Allison's house the following morning. We went to the Mall for a few hours. When we came back I had planned to get into my suit and then found it missing.

Her big Sister loaned me one of hers. I was starting to get hips and little breasts now but still barely managed to fill it up. It was one of those string Bikinis and was really brief. I didn't want to wear it but since no boys were going to be around, I relented.

Her sister had one on that was really outrageous and sort of pushed me into it. Her sister's suit didn't do much more than cover her hair and nipples. It was a thong in back. Every time I even looked at her I turned pink.

We were lying on Lawn chairs alternately talking and dozing when suddenly I could hear boys' voices. I was so shocked! All the towels had mysteriously disappeared. I thought for sure that Allison had done this but found out later it was her big sister. She was sort of an exhibitionist. She hadn't invited them over to embarrass me but to show off her own body. It was her idea to steal the Towels because she felt I was a prude. Later when we found out it was her doing, she told us that it was time I started living like a Girl.

I was so humiliated that I dove into the Pool to hide as much as I could. It was even worse because I lost my top in the deep end of the pool. The Boys really liked my predicament and offered to dive in and get my top. Allison wouldn't let them until she had gotten a towel and helped me out of the Pool. She told the boys to look the other way but it was obvious that they kept peeking.

As the afternoon wore on I had so many complements and so much attention that I eventually started to feel somewhat comfortable wearing the suit in front of the boys. It really covered less of me than a Bra and Panties. It was obvious that they were gawking at all us girls though and it was wearing after a while. I finally found the Towels and wrapped one of them around myself. The Boys had great fun stealing it from me. It made me so mad! I couldn't believe they could do that.

 

I was a freshman now and my body was developing nicely. I let my hair grow as long as I could. The long blonde hair felt so good that I vowed never to cut it. Some of my friends referred to me as a Girly Girl.

The next Friday night was homecoming. And Jim Harris asked me to go with him to the dance. I was still not into dating but wanted to go to the Dance. I knew I couldn't just keep tagging along with the girls.

Mom and I had picked out a slim, black, strapless gown made of Satin. It was just below my knees and had no vent in back. It sort of limited my steps but it looked so good that Mom and I just could not resist it. It had a matching little Toreador Jacket that really set it off. I wore a black choker with a white cameo on it. I wore my first heels that night. We bought them when we bought the dress and Mom told me to practice wearing them around the house for a few days so I didn't totter around looking silly Friday night.

The air was too cool at the Game Friday night. I began to shiver and Jim gave me his Jacket. I knew he was cold but he would not admit it. I felt so special that he would give me his Coat.

At the Dance after the Game, some of the Jocks proudly displayed their bruises. A lot of the girls just acted crazy around them. Jim was very possessive of me and we had a really fun time dancing and talking to others.

At one point, we sort of stopped dancing right in the middle of the dance floor and he told me I was the prettiest girl he had ever met. I knew that it was courtesy of the Aliens but I never told him that.

By the end of the evening the room had grown so warm that I doffed my jacket and his. His hands on my bare back and shoulders were really distracting but felt so seducing to me. When He got my things for us to go home, I was flushed and breathless. He could have kissed me then and I would have let him.

I had worn my long hair up on top of my head but it mysteriously all fell down during one of the Dances. I wanted to bawl him out but he insisted that it was really pretty down and for some reason I just wanted to please him.

He kept fiddling with it until part of it was lying over my breasts and the rest hung down my back. I felt really disheveled that way but he insisted that I leave it that way.

On the way home I was just worn out and lay against his shoulder as he drove. His arm was around me and I could feel him beginning to explore my side under my arm. By the time we got to my house he had grown too adventurous for me, trying to get into the top of my dress at the sides. It tickled and made me feel so excitable.

Now I really wanted him to kiss me but he just did not get it. In bed that night I realized that kissing on the first date could have made me appear to be a slut. I felt like I wanted to be one but also feared what others would say about me.

Not many of us girls wore Skirts or Dresses to school. Most of those who did wore short skirts but I always wore long ones. One day I let Allison talk me into wearing one of her above the knee skirts. I had slept over at her house. At first I felt really uncomfortable with the way the boys looked at me but I began to enjoy it even though I felt silly about wanting them to like me.

Sometimes one of the Boys would pinch me on the Butt when I wasn't looking. I eventually learned to give them a murderous look because fighting back just seemed to encourage them. Of course if I liked the boy who did it, that was a different story. They seemed to really react to me because I usually wore long skirts. I still did not understand that I was drop dead gorgeous. Thanks a lot Mr. Alien.

School was really easy for me. I made straight A's all the time. Eventually they put me in a gifted school and now I am in College doing my Pre-med. course work. I really like the field and sometimes I wonder if the Aliens didn't fix a little too much.

I was a Cheerleader in High School and now am on the intramural Gymnastics team and College Cheer squad. The exercise is great and I get to meet all the Jocks. Pragmatic Mother had me get an implant when I went off to College. I kept telling her that I did not need it but eventually her insistence wore me down. It was a good idea because sometimes on dates things get out of control.

My first time was when I had gone to the beach with some girl friends to stay in one of the girls' parent's Cabin. Friday night we were laying around in our nighties and lingerie, grooming each other and eating Pizza while we watched a Movie. One of my friends had mixed Vodka with something else and you almost could not taste it at all. I thought I was not going to get drunk but I had the notion just a little couldn't hurt anything.

We were having a really great time when Marsha came in with a bunch of Guys. I knew I should be embarrassed but I 'd had so much Punch that it didn't seem to matter much. One of the Boys and I locked eyes the first time I saw him. I felt like I could just dive into his eyes. The next morning my head would hurt so much I felt like I had hit the bottom of the Pool.

I had worn a diaphanous Peignoir but even with the bed coat on it was practically useless at concealing anything. I didn't have a bra under it and my nipples immediately began broadcasting my feelings, much to my embarrassment. I tried to cover them but you can't spend all evening with no arms.

We talked long into the evening and very late we went on a walk down the beach. I knew I should put something on but it felt deliciously naughty to go out like that. Besides I was really attracted to that Guy and would have let him carry me off into the Woods if he'd tried.

He did have the presence of mind to take a blanket with us. The Moon was all but full and the waves seemed to glow in the dark. I tired after a while trying to keep up with him and was sort of breathless. It was chilly too and he draped the blanket over my shoulders.

"You look like a fairy Princess like that". He said. He couldn't see how much pleasure my body was getting from all the attention. Finally we set down on the blanket to talk. I was really feeling funny and we eventually stopped talking while we looked into each other's eyes.

I don't know why but I suddenly started thinking of life when I was a boy. It was almost like a flash back. I thought that I had been so blessed and realized that if I had stayed a boy I would never have felt like I did at this time.

The thought made me giggle all at once. He wanted to know why and I knew I would never tell him or anyone, ever. I eventually just told him he was making me feel funny, which was also true.

Our faces inclined toward each other and he kissed me. It was a tiny one the first time but then I suddenly felt like a Tigress and attacked him, kissing him all over his face and neck. His smell seemed to be really arousing me too.

Not to be out done, he counter attacked and pushed me to the ground. Of course I had to fight him. That was obligatory but he easily overpowered me, touching and caressing me all over. He touched my breasts and nipples through my gown and the sensation made me buck with arousal beneath his now burning body.

When his hands started up over my thighs I began to moan but he was kissing me so hard it was like being gagged. My body really betrayed me when his hand touched my sex. I loved the feeling and craved more, much more. I couldn't get enough. I had played around a little with boys in High School but I had never had one conquer my emotions like this. I imagined I was a slave girl captured by some evil War Lord.

I wanted him closer, much closer to me. Then the startling revelation sank into my soul that I wanted him in me. The neck of my gown was very stretchy and we both pushed it up over my head but not off my shoulders and arms. When I tried, he wouldn't let me but by then I was so aroused that I let him do what ever he wanted to me.

I could feel his arousal through his pants and started to unfasten them. It was hard with my hands entangled in my gown but he eventually helped me to do it.

When his body began to press between my hot thighs, I felt this wanton craving to have him in me. I lost patience and scratched his back telling him to hurry up. I suppose my sudden overpowering need made him hesitate but he quickly over came that.

By now my sex felt like it was steaming and when his hand touched me I sort of went crazy. It felt so good to have him touch my Labia but when he found my Clitty it was all over. Nearly hysterical now all I could say was "In me, In me, IN ME!" I was almost shouting, pleading for him to penetrate my body.

The pain was searing at first but then it became covered by my Animal Lust. The next day, he showed me the wounds of my lust on his back. He seemed sort of peeved, but I grabbed his hand and dragged him toward and empty bedroom saying I was going to wound him some more. He told me he was going to tie my hands if I started slicing him up but I just taunted him. He did just that. It made me feel really licentious. When he was about to penetrate me again I just wanted to lash out at him.

He used one of the girl's scarves. He didn't do a very good job. I think I could have wriggled out of it but I was so lusty I didn't try. In fact being tied up even heightened my arousal if that was possible. I felt sort of perverted but it was so fun I couldn't resist it.

Monday morning I was walking like a Cowboy. I also felt like my cheeks had a permanent pink in them. That day, I borrowed one of my Roommates' Mini skirts and wore it with one of her tight Tee Tops. I did wear a Bra.

I saw him so much that my grades suffered a little and I lost my Four point GPA along with my Cherry. I slept over at his dorm almost every night for a while. I just could not get enough of him. He had a private three Bedroom apartment which he shared with two other guys so he had his own room since he was an upper classman. They got really used to seeing me padding around in one of his T-shirts in the Morning before classes. They often joked about hearing a Bobcat in the Night.

I had thoughts about taking them all on but never did.

In a few weeks, he started getting sort of distant. We would have sex at night and then he would just go to sleep saying he had classes in the morning. I knew I had better faculties than him but it took me a long time to understand how much better mine were than almost anyone else's. Those poor souls actually had to work at College.

I could see that we were growing apart. It really frightened me. In desperation I went out and got permanent rings in my nipples and a Naval piercing. They were sore long after our relationship ended but I could not get them out without great embarrassment at the Doctors. I knew Doctor Frank would be really pissed at me and I could not stand to displease him or my Mother. The Naval piercing was removable and I couldn't wear any clothing on top of it unless it was really loose, so I took the jewel out and let it close up.

I did get over all that eventually and the pain withdrew into the background. A few of my Professors' let me make up my work but one of them was less than kind about it so my GPA would forever be 3.999. I had done that to myself through my wanton Lust. Still, when I though of Sex in general, it made me smile.

 

I have graduated now. I got a really neat job as a genetic research staff person while I do My Medical school and internship. Sure it is a big load and keeps me busy. I have found that a little plastic thing and a good supply in Batteries keeps me reasonably sated now. It will have to do until Mr. Right comes along.

I am just finishing up my first week at my new part time job. I made quite an impression on the old codgers there when I showed up wearing a skirt suit with a sheer Camisole and a skirt clear up to "there". I can only tolerate 3" heels all day long. But I really make them drool and love to do it.

"It is such a waste to cover all the Feminine Pulchritude with a long lab coat." One of the old coots told me.

I usually make sure I give them just enough leg to distract them.

They really get confused when I just breeze through the little jobs they give me. One of them was a database problem and I got almost all of it done in my second Day. It was all just a matter of scanning in all the data and then setting the criteria. They had not thought it was possible to scan the data in but I messed with the program enough that I finally got it to do it.

It was really hot today so I took my suit off in the Ladies room and wore just my lab coat over my hose, panties and bra. The Lab coats for women are thin enough that anyone could see what I had done. I wondered why some of the men were trying to get me between them and the window until I realized that the Sun let them see right through the Lab Coat. That felt really wanton and evil of me but I loved it. I was wet almost all day.

One of the men who were old enough to by my Grandfather called me his little Minx. I didn't let him do anything but he always made me feel good.

Rather than take on a boyfriend now, I don't have time, I let myself get picked up by someone in the nightclub I like. I know some of the Girls who are stripping their way through College. They let me know who the Creeps are.

Some of them have asked me if I wanted to strip too. I don't need the Money but I would like to try it when I get the time but now I just don't have the time.

I still get jealous of Men sometimes because they can go anywhere alone and Ladies can't. Still, the escorts I sometimes get really make up for the inconvenience.

I was having strange waking dreams once in a while. Time would be missing and sometimes my clothing was just a little differently on me than it had been. I suspected that I was being visited (The Media is fond of calling these things abductions but what do they know.)

I really wanted to be awake when they took me because I wanted to know them. So I had a large pendant made and started wearing it around my Neck. It was right out there for people to see but I don't think anyone ever read it but the Aliens. It said: To those who are visiting me: please don't make me sleep through your visits. I really want to meet you. I want to thank you for all that you have done for me. Please? Joni.

I didn't know if it would ever work but I really had to try something. I suppose they were trying to spare me the mental trauma of meeting an alien. I had to let them know that not meeting them was even more traumatic.

 

My dream came true today. I have met the Aliens and while they seem a little frightening, they are very nice to me. They don't talk but I can talk to them and they put their replies right into my mind.

With this new relationship, they asked me if they could put something in me to monitor my activity everyday so they could learn more about Humans. They asked to put me into a dreamless sleep to do it because they did not want to frighten me. They said they had a geo-synchronous satellite they would keep over me but cloak it so no one could see it with Radar.

I told them I didn't want them to see absolutely everything I did. Some of them would fog up their camera Lens. They didn't get the Joke. Actually I was so thrilled to work for them, I let them do it, the thought of them seeing me with a boy friend made my Clitty buzz pleasantly. OK I have exhibitionistic tendencies, so what.

They put me to sleep and later explained they had put the implant in through my left eye socket and attached it to my optical nerve. I did have some pain in my left eye at first but I could have just as easily imagined it.

They did have some questions about my nipple rings. I said they were permanent and I could not get them out. I did say that I had grown rather used to them.

They told me that they were harming my flesh but they could repair that. The next thing I knew they were telling me that they had fixed things and they were now permanent and would no longer hurt me. I got the impression that Permanent meant I could not even cut them with a bolt cutter.

Later when I had one of the other Girls try it using the bolt cutters at the facility, they just nicked the Jaws. I knew I could not get them out now and it felt sort of chilling but in a very nice and sexy way. It made Clitty tingle.

  

  

  

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