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Identity Crisis

By: Kassiana



What the hell am I doing here? It doesn't seem right, lying here with a woman in my arms, gazing up at the stars. I don't belong in romantic movies. I'm the shoot ‘em up, take ‘em down type.

"There's Cassiopeia," she said, pointing upward, her soft hair on my chest.

I don't bother looking up this time. I'm too amazed that she's here. Hell, that I'm here. But I couldn't stay away when she called. I never can. I'm addicted.

It all started in a bar about eight months ago, when I was trying to get away from it all. Funny, right? Everyone needs a vacation sometimes, buddy, and it was my turn. It was a classier dive than I was used to, but the martinis were perfect and the dart board was free, so I was sipping and throwing when she came in.

She was a pretty thing, long black hair flowing down her back, tight black top outlining her generous front, miniskirt revealing plenty of leg. Her smoky eyes looked over the room and flinched a little when they landed on me.

I have this effect on women, you see.

She turned away to the bar. I watched. The back was just as impressive as the front, sure enough. Perfect curves. She could be an underwear model. Maybe she was.

I took aim at the dart board, sure she'd hook up with someone else there.

I didn't expect her to come over to me, a chilled glass of zinfandel in her hand. "What are you doing here, Victor?"

I threw my dart. It struck the bull's-eye but bounced off. "Don't believe I've had the pleasure, Miss …?" I let my voice fade. She smelled of fear, sex, and determination, intoxicating scents, and her warmth made me itch. I quickly put my martini to my lips and inhaled the strong scent of alcohol. I was taking a vacation tonight.

"Tessa. I work with the X-men."

Well. Wasn't this night shaping up to be a real pisser. This was all I needed. "Victor Creed. Not working right now."

She rested her arm on the rail I was leaning on. "Really. I had heard you were always working."

I shrugged. "Constant murder and mayhem, despite what the runt might say, can get boring."

She gave a little surprised laugh. Kinda cute. "They never told me you had a sense of humor."

I lined up another shot. "Bet ‘they' never told you a lot of things, babe." I hit the center of the target again. No bounce, straight into the red. The damned thing lit up and started beeping and everyone else in the bar started clapping loudly, some of them standing. I took a bow and my drink, heading over to an empty table behind the jukebox. The woman followed me.

I didn't expect it, but I let her. She sat down, running a narrow finger around the rim of her glass. "So what are you doing here?"

"Drinking. Shooting darts. You?"

She shot me a dark glance and flicked back a strand of hair that brushed across her pale cheek. "I just wanted some time away."

I nodded. "Me, too." The martini was nice, sharpening the edge on my thoughts. "So, why do it with me?"

"Do what?" Tessa took a healthy snort of her wine, coughing a little as it hit home.

"Anything. I'm the psycho killer mutant freak that probably everyone's warned you about, especially that damned Logan. So why are you here talking to me? Shouldn't you be out saving the world instead?"

She giggled. "Teacher, may we be excused to save the world?"

I didn't get it, so I ignored it. "Yeah. Something like that." I downed my martini. Why not? No woman was going to drink me under the table.

She rested her chin in her hand, making a pretty picture through the haze of smoke in the bar. "I don't know if I should tell you. I haven't told anyone yet."

"What?" She was playing games with me, but I wasn't worried. I could end it all with one quick slice if I had to.

She got up from the table and looked down at me. "Do you really want to know?"

I rolled my eyes and stood. "No. I always ask people questions I don't want the answers to, little X-freak."

She didn't change her stance or her expression, but her scent did. I took a deep breath of her growing lust and growled a little. "Come with me, big freak."

She walked out the back to the alley. I couldn't believe it. "You know you're asking a murderer to be alone with you, in a place where you can't count on Charlie's boys to come in and save you." I stood in the doorway.

She turned, mist wreathing her form, and put a delicate fist on her hip. "Are you going to promise to behave?"

I walked up to her, bent down, and laughed in her face. "Never."

Tessa shrugged. "Okay." She walked further into the alley. "Are you coming?"

She was nuts. But so was I, according to most people. I followed her swaying rear to the end of the street. She took my hand and pulled when I would have kept on walking. "I have a small apartment here. Please come up."

She led me up unstable, fragile stairs to an overwhelmingly smelly hallway. I covered my nose with my hand. "You know that second stair from the bottom's gonna break some time this week."

"Yes." She gingerly walked over to #301 and pulled a key from the small black bag she clutched under her left arm. "Come in."

The place was barely furnished. There was a basic small kitchen, never used, a table and two chairs in the next room, and a futon-couch in the third. I sat down on it and waited. She dropped her bag on the table, picked up one of the chairs, and joined me in the third room. Its walls were plain and white, bare of anything but a few nail holes. It smelled of her, dust, and emptiness.

She stared at me. I let loose a little of my tension, stabbing into her futon with my left hand. "So what's wrong? Xavier not paying you enough?"

"No." She considered me, her eyes flickering from my tense hand to my face. "You don't know who I am and what I've done, do you?"

"You haven't exactly made the papers, have you?" She gave a wry grin as I spoke.

"No, I haven't." She relaxed and her whole stance changed from elegant but standoffish to dangerous and sultry. Her face held a look I hadn't seen on a woman's face forever, temptation and excitement. She spoke with a smoky undertone that made my body ache. "You see, Charles recruited me for a long-term underground mission at the Hellfire Club. I spent over ten years with them. Know anything about them?"

I leaned forward. "I might."

Her eyes glistened. "They're rich, powerful, and dedicated to sensuality. They're also evil and want to take over the world, but who doesn't?" She uncrossed her legs, sliding her right thigh onto the seat slowly. It was heady. "The thing is, I don't think anyone yet has asked me why Charles chose me." She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, each word stinging my brain. "I like the excitement. I like being stared at, wanted, dreamed of. I like knowing any second I could fall off the edge and get caught."

"So what's the problem?" I purred into her ear. She drew back a little, teasing, and I pulled her back to me. I liked the way she warmed my body.

"I can't exactly dress in nearly nothing around the X-men, now, can I? I can't go on every mission and, of course, many of them are deathly dull." She stroked my cheek. "But you wouldn't know about that, would you?"

I gently bit her nose, relishing in the electricity it created between us. "Maybe. I did work for the CIA once. And I had to work with the runt." I paused, releasing her. She sat back and stretched. "Why didn't you just go with the runt? He's pretty much everything I am." I didn't try to keep the bitter anger from my voice, punching my claws into the futon again. Damned Logan got everything I ever wanted without even trying, friends, lovers … everything.

She set her head on her hand again. "No. He's too restrained. He doesn't believe in letting his more … primitive emotions out to dance. Besides, I wanted to try to fit in there. So I repressed everything I was. If I let it all hang out now, no one would ever accept me."

"They accept you now?" I waited.

"Some of them." She coughed. "Of course, Charles knows a little. He knew it would be hard for me to join when it was time to end my assignment. I'm not sure he'd understand everything, though, and he's so repressed himself I don't doubt he might even ask me to leave if I revealed the extent of my discontent." She frowned, resentment throbbing through the air.

"He'd better not. He's got a good operative in you."

"How would you know?" She turned her anger at the X-men on me. I sat back and took it, feeling it inside my head.

"So you're one of his pet telepaths, huh?"

She blinked and some of her energy faded away, along with her presence in my mind. "Sorry. I normally don't project."

"'Sall right." I rubbed my temples. "I've had worse from Weapon X."

She sat motionless for a second, then sat straight up again. "Why did you say I was a good operative?"

I laughed. "Hey, I may be a heartless trained killer. Matter of fact, I am. But I know the spy game, Tess. If you made it for over ten years in hostile territory without discovery, that's damned good."

More of the edge bled away. Funny. I didn't mind too much. "Thank you," she said slowly. "No one seems to appreciate what I did."

"They probably don't get it or don't know." I paused. I hated being fair to that damned goody-good, Logan, but it felt right. "Logan probably would if he knew."

"Why do you keep obsessing over Logan?" She leaped up from her chair and stalked back and forth.

Time to laugh again, so I let it all out. "You want the short version or the long version?"

"Are you a matchmaker or something? I don't want him here. If I did, I'd invite him." She sat down hard, crossing her ankles. "Short will do." She took my hand and bit it, then licked the mark. I growled.

"What was that for?"

Her eyes gleamed in challenge. "I felt like it."

"Did you." I pulled her up by her shoulders to my eye level, her feet dangling above the floor. "What if I did what I feel like doing?"

"What do you want to do, Vic?" She flicked her tongue at me and waited.

"Can't you tell?" My eyes glowed. I gave her my usual creepy smile, the one that makes everyone back off. She gave me a confident grin back and swept her mind through my head.

"Yes, I can."

"Bitch." I let her down. "You're no fun."

"Really?" She stayed where I'd put her, just inches from my body. "You'd better go, then, if I'm so boring."

"Tess?" I sat and pulled her down to my level on her knees. She let me, not fighting this time.

"Yes?"

"Why me?" I searched her face. I couldn't figure it out.

She looked deep into my eyes. "Maybe because I'm a danger freak. Maybe because you understand. Maybe because you're the first person who's ever offered me a compliment for what I did without being asked." She leaned in. "Maybe because I'm really horny." She stayed there, so close, smelling so damned good. "Those good enough reasons?"

"Oh, yeah." I pulled her in and savaged her mouth. She gave as good as she got, biting my tongue with enough force that I howled a little from the pain. As I concentrated on her neck, she yelped. "Why are you doing this … ow!"

I grinned, my teeth tinged with a little of her blood. "I'm Sabertooth. That's always a good enough reason."

"You certainly are," she whispered, drawing me back down to her neck. "I didn't say stop, Victor."

Well, now. This must be my lucky day. I licked the wound a little more, then tore her clothes off and pushed her to the ground. She looked up at me, hungry, and watched as I bent down, tasting her. She was sopping wet, more than ready. I'd be surprised if she hadn't already come once, though I'd think I would have noticed if she did. I nipped her breast on the way back to her mouth, quickly opened my pants, and sank into her willing body as I licked the blood from her neck and collarbone. The combined taste, blood and desire, made me shudder. She was fairly tight, but the wetness made up for it, and pretty soon she was begging me to keep going.

I love hearing women beg. The fact that I hadn't had to hurt this one – much – was an added bonus.

She shivered around me, squeezing me tight, and I let it all loose with a shout that probably didn't add to her popularity with her neighbors.

Afterward, she rested on my chest, my arm wrapped around her. I felt oddly content, at peace. "So why?"

"Why what?" I tipped her chin up and looked into her amused eyes.

"Why the obsession with Logan?"

"I …" Damn it, the woman had to ask the most awkward questions. "It's just something we do, I guess."

She wouldn't let it go. "Why?"

I thought about it for once. "He just … All right. You ever seen a dog go into a room and just raise his hackles at someone?" She nodded. "I guess we're like that. Too much alike in some ways, not enough in others." I paused. "Plus, you know, there's the whole ‘me, bad psycho killer; him, guardian angel samurai' thing."

She stroked my beard. "That explains his obsession with you, not yours with him."

I let it go. "Yeah. I guess."

She sighed and snuggled into me. I wasn't sure how to deal with it. Part of me wanted to beg her to stay and part wanted to run.

Eight months later, I still don't know how to deal with it. We meet on occasional weekends, we steal away at times and go places, but at the end of the night, she goes her way and I go mine. Sometimes I think about breaking it off. She's a liability. She makes me weak.

She also makes me whole. Her scent makes me quiver. She makes me sing. You got a problem with that?

Not half the one I do. I guarantee it.

There's the whole problem of what to do if we're discovered. She says she takes precautions. Sure. So did I. But there's always someone out there better than you.

I sigh and lie back with her. She's here now. So am I. That's going to have to be enough.

Identity Crisis 01



I would like to thank Kriskrossedup for helping me to edit the following story. 

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My name is Victor Janice and I am eighteen years old. I have never been very manly, always keeping a slim and child-like form. Along with my name, my body simply made me the center of all the kids' jokes.

My last name is very awkward and feminine, which has brought me troubles ever since I was young. My grandmother even bought me a dress for my tenth birthday. It was so embarrassing to open her gift in front of all my friends. I did not have a very enjoyable childhood, as I was often teased due to this. 

I started high school at a public school, but after the bullying became too much for me to handle, I dropped out of school and skipped a year of my studies. Therefore I was the same age as most of the seniors. 

Because of this, my parents decided to enroll me in an old but reputable boarding school, south of our Virginia home, to keep me out of trouble and allow me to start over. My mother couldn't bear the thought of being separated from me because I was her only child, but she agreed that boarding school would help me with my social issues. 

My parents drove me to Woodvale High School for registration. Because Woodvale was an international boarding school, all students were given school uniforms as well as casual clothes, including school issued underwear, so students flying in from other countries wouldn't need to pay for much luggage. Even though I lived relatively close, I decided I would just accept the clothes the school gave me. What would be the point of bringing my entire wardrobe if the administration of Woodvale mandated that I wear their clothes the entire time anyway? I only brought along one bag that I used to carry a couple of books and keepsakes to remember home if I started to miss it. 

Once my parents and I got to Woodvale High School, we got into the line for registration. After all the new students were registered, the dean gave a long speech for the parents, letting them know that Woodvale would offer every student great opportunities for the future (for a price, that is). Then all the new students were told to report to the dorm office to get their room assignments. We were told all returning students and seniors would be moving in the next day -- relief flooded me immediately. I would have one night to myself without the upperclassmen.

I walked to the dorm office alone, as parents were not allowed in the dorm compound for security reasons. I was assigned to the Foxtrot dorm, room 6-A. Foxtrot was a beautiful building with greenery all around it and the architecture resembled old-world designs. I climbed the stairs effortlessly up to the very top floor. 

I reached room 6-A and unlocked the door to enter. Inside the room was small but cozy, with two twin-sized beds, one on the left and the other on the right. There was a table in the center, pushed up against the back wall, with four chairs, two on either side. At the foot of each bed were two full-sized cabinets. 

I placed my bag on one of the chairs and sat on another. It was a very hot day and I was sweating so much that I was practically dripping all over the floor. I desperately needed a shower. I opened the cupboard to see if there were any clothes I could change to after showering, and to find a towel to dry off with.

To my amazement, I opened one of the cabinets to find that it was filled with sets of girl's uniforms, even the drawers at the bottom. I opened the cupboard beside it, and it was all women's casual clothes, including T-shirts, skirts, shorts, and pants, all folded up and stacked nicely. On the shelf above the drawers were two pairs of white school shoes and two pairs of slippers, one white and one pink. Hung on the door of the cabinet was a book-bag with Woodvale High School's logo.

I figured that my roommate might be a girl, which was odd yet probable, so I went to open the other cabinet. 

"Oh fuck!" I thought to myself. It was all girls' uniforms and casual clothes. I ran out of my new dorm, down the steps, and straight to the dorm office to recheck my registration. Once I spotted a desk with no line, I jogged over, out of breath and nervous.

"Hi Miss, can you help me check for my room again? I was assigned to room 6-A in Foxtrot, and I don't think that's correct. My name is Victor Janice," I said as I was still panting heavily. "I'm sure this is a mistake, because all the items in my room are for a girl."

The woman at the counter looked up at me briefly and shifted her glassed further up the bridge of her nose. She began typing into the computer in front of her, boredom evident in her expression. 

"I'm sorry, after checking the database you have been placed in room 6-A, female, under the name Victoria Janice. I guess that would be you. No changes can be keyed into the system once registration is complete, and if you look around, everyone has been registered. You will have to stay with the dorm assignment until we can make changes." I was speechless. She had no empathy for me -- she didn't understand my situation! It was as if she was reading from a script.

"But ma'am," I sputtered, "I need a new assignment. I can't be in a female room—" 

"I could help you contact your dorm master, however all the rooms have been filled in all co-ed dorms. We can't have girls in the boys' dorms, so those are out." She continued talking on, listing my options, but I couldn't get over the fact that she actually thought I was a girl!

The woman began telling me about how the school operated, the scheduling for the next few days of orientation, and what to wear at what time. Every day there were three meals served, at 7 A.M., 12 o'clock noon, and 6 P.M. I would need to wear one of the casual school t-shirts with casual shorts or skirts to go to the cafeteria; the uniforms were to be worn to classes and school-wide events. 

She even told me that the only other room on my floor, 6-B, was vacant, but Woodvale only provided enough clothing for the exact amount of incoming students, and because I was registered as a girl, I received female clothing. The woman at the counter couldn't even place me in the opposite room because it was against school policy. I felt as if this woman wouldn't stop talking! I let out a sigh and told her, "Thank you for your help, ma'am." I walked away in a daze, back to my dorm to take a much-needed shower.

I unlocked the door and shoved it open. I grabbed a towel from one of the drawers and took it to the showers. One upside of the only other room on the floor being vacant was that I got the communal bathroom all to myself...until my roommate showed up. 

Once I was back in my room, I opened top drawer in the cupboard. It contained white, blue and pink bras, with the school's name printed on the straps and one of the cups. The second drawer contained white, blue and pink cotton panties, similarly branded. The third drawer contained a series of pads and tampons. My cheeks grew red as I quickly shut that drawer; I wouldn't be needing any of those. I opened the fourth and final drawer and found it was empty. "I can put my boy clothes in there, I guess" I mumbled to myself. 

I took a pair of the white cotton panties and slipped my skinny legs into them. I took a white T-shirt and blue gym shorts to pull on over the embarrassing look of the panties. I wasn't about to put a bra on yet. I purposely made myself look like a girl to reduce commotion. I couldn't let the students here start treating me like all the other people in my life had, especially on the first day I was at Woodvale. It wasn't hard to look like a girl with my long hair; I would just have to act like one. 

I walked down the stairs awkwardly, trying to get used to the feeling of tightness around my groin. I began to make my way to the cafeteria. There weren't a lot of people eating there. "I guess it's because the seniors aren't here yet," I thought. A simple meal was served and I ate as quickly as I could, avoiding eye contact and interactions with others. 

Shockingly, the thought of wearing a girl's panties was arousing me. When I realized I was erected for nearly the entire time I ate (and it wasn't just a random woody) my face became heated and nearly tomato-red. I quickly finished my meal and practically ran back to dormitory to avoid any unnecessary embarrassment. 

When I reached my room, a schedule was posted on the door. Because it was orientation day tomorrow, the schedule for girls would start with swimming from nine until eleven in the morning, followed by lunch at noon and a lecture on rules by the dean at one in the afternoon. The day would end with a 'club fair', with presentations after the dean spoke, from various clubs starting at two until six, which was mandatory for every student. The dress code was written beside the schedule; apart from the swimming lesson, which required a swimsuit, all of the events would be in full uniform. Full uniform consisted of a white blouse, green skirt, and a pair of white clean shoes with white socks. 

An additional, smaller piece of paper was posted, outlining what to bring for the swimming lesson tomorrow. I would be required to go to the pool in the full-piece swimming suit underneath a T-shirt and a skirt or shorts. I also would have to bring a bag with a towel and spare clothes, along with a pair of goggles and soap to shower with. The announcement also declared there wasn't much time to shower and go for lunch, recommending changing directly into the full uniform.

I roll my eyes, completely embarrassed with the whole situation, and feeling utterly alone without my parents or a roommate. As I walked into the room I thought once again about my uncomfortable arousal due to the panties I was wearing. I hung my head as I walked into my dorm room. I was becoming what everyone always accused me of because of my name, my body. It was hard to explain my feelings.

I shed my T-shirt and started packing my bag for tomorrow's swimming lesson. I put a towel, my uniform, and a pair of white cotton panties into the bag. On the left chest of the blouse, my name was sewn below the school emblem as 'Victoria Janice'. My heart tightened. I couldn't do this. I couldn't pretend to be a girl! What was I thinking? But then my thoughts wandered to my panties, how tight they felt, how they squeezed my groin. I began to get hard again and groaned. No matter how I tried to talk myself out of acting and dressing like a girl, I just knew that I wanted to.

I closed the door to my room, and noted that it was late and my roommate still hadn't showed up. Perfect. I laid on my bed and wiggled out of the gym shorts I had on. Once I saw the pure, white panties on my skin I almost lost it. My hand glided down my body to my throbbing member under the thin cotton fabric. I began to rub myself through the panties, moaning and groaning, twisting and turning. I couldn't believe how good this felt, even though it was so wrong. 

I could feel my balls tighten and I began thrusting up into my hand. I felt so close to the climax that I just couldn't stop. My breaths became shorter and my hand tightened on my penis. All of the sudden I felt a rush and I thrust my hips up once more and began to fill the panties with my cum.

I felt almost guilty. I was wearing women's panties; not only did I wear them, I came in them!

Trying to get my emotions in order again, I went to take another shower and changed out of my stained clothes. I went to bed with another brand new white cotton panties and a white casual T-shirt.



Identity Crisis 02



Again, I would like to thank Kriskrossedup for helping me to edit this chapter. 

Indulge in my fantasy and enjoy. Constructive comments are very welcome. 

~

At 6 A.M., a hand shook my arm and it startled me awake. I felt dazed and foggy and confused when the girl who woke me up introduced herself as Sarah. I mumbled a 'hello' and turned over.

"I know you're a boy."

My eyes popped open. "Of course I'm a boy," was the first thought to jump into my head. But then I remembered all the events of the past day -- especially the ending! "Shit!" I exclaimed. I shot up into a sitting position and looked at my new roommate. "How'd you..."

She smiled at me and nodded in the direction of my lap. "You're not exactly wearing the most concealing underwear. And plus, you snore like a guy," she told me.

I looked down at my lap and found that my morning wood making a tent under the white cotton panties, stretching the cotton. As quick as possible, I grabbed my pillow and covered myself. My face turned scarlet red. "I didn't think you would be here this early..." I said through a nervous stutter.

She smiled and informed me, "Early morning is the best time to move-in! There is no one around and, normally, you get to pick which bed is yours. But you beat me." Sarah winked at me, and then her face sobered. "What I don't understand is why you are in a girl's dorm? Don't guys who dress like girls normally like guys? Why wouldn't you just go into a male dorm?"

If it were possible, my face would have turned a few shades darker. "It's not like that," I said. "I didn't want to be in a girl's dorm, but the lady at the dorm office said that this was all that was available. And it's not like I wanted to dress like a girl." This part wasn't exactly true, but it was when I moved in, so I went with it. "All they have in the cabinets are girls' clothes. And I was told they would supply all clothing, so I didn't bring any from home besides the ones I wore yesterday. And it was so hot outside and I got so sweaty, I just couldn't put them back on after I showered," I rambled.

Sarah looked confused for a moment, but recovered quickly. "Wait, so you're saying that you have to wear girl clothes to stay at Woodvale because they can't house you anywhere else?"

I shrugged. "Something like that."

Sarah's face lit up. It was a beautiful face, pale and spotted with freckles. Her rosy lips began moving with a smile. "That's so cool! I can totally help you look like a girl! I can do your makeup and help you stuff your bras!" She chattered on about what she could do, helping me sound more girly even.

I just wanted to carry on my sleep, since I didn't have to wake up till seven, so I nodded hastily and flopped back down in bed as Sarah unpacked her stuff. At seven fifteen, my alarm rang and I noticed that Sarah was already reading a textbook. 

"Good morning again, sleepy-head!" she said when I began to get off my bed. "I know you have swimming lesson at nine o'clock, so how about we go for breakfast together while you tell me more about yourself?" 

I still wanted to sleep, but time (and Sarah) wouldn't allow it. 

Sarah continued talking, "Victor, you know I'm supposed to be hazing you because you're new, but I'm letting you go because, honestly, you're going through way worse than I could ever do. And trust me, all I am going to do is help you. Come get breakfast with me, and let's get to know each other. We will probably be spending lots of time together!" She smiled at me again, and her teeth were so perfect. I was jealous. "Oh," she continued, "And don't forget to wear your swimsuit underneath your clothes so you don't have to rush around later." She unfolded herself from the bed and closed her textbook, ready to go down to eat.

"I need a shower first."

"Okay. I can wait," she said as she got back on her bed and cuddled up to the wall with her book.

I went to the drawer to take out a black one piece leotard that was three quarter my size and headed for a shower. Like the day before, the bathroom was empty, so I quickly stripped out of the white panties and T-shirt.

After the shower, I pulled the leotard up my thin legs and tucked my small dick backwards between my legs, and apart from a little lump left there, which was not obvious unless closely examined, and my lack of any boobs whatsoever, I looked just like a girl after wiggling the rest up my chest and get my hands through the arm holes. I smiled in the mirror, proud of my accomplishment. I wear a blouse and a skirt over the leotard, the padding on the leotard made me look like I have a pair of realistically looking boobs.

I returned to the dorm room and saw that Sarah is still reading her textbook. She looked me over and smiled.

"If I hadn't seen what you are capable of this morning, I would ask you if you really even had one!" She giggled and I cringed.

"Not again," I thought. "I really don't need this ridicule. I came here to wash my hands of it."

Sarah must have seen something in my expression, because she quickly amended her statement. "I just meant to say that you did a good job, Victor. Honestly, I didn't mean anything by that."

I smiled half-heartedly. "It's okay." My practically hairless legs made me look even more unmanly. I felt my heart twinge again.

Sarah and I went to breakfast together and we talked about everything from school to family to hobbies. She mentioned that the seniors would often haze the junior class. When she was a junior, her roommate made her sleep naked for three months and her do chores, often naked. During these humiliating three months, she was treated like a slave. 

"Don't worry, Victor. I'm not going to do that to you. I'll be the first to break that tradition!" 

Sarah seemed to be a very nice girl, and she treated me well, even though she was a senior. In the cafeteria, I saw a lot of students who were in the same class as me, being ill-treated by their senior roommates. One senior was making her younger roommate crawl on a leash. Another senior made her roommate eat spicy food until she cried. There was even a girl who had to wear only her swimsuit for meals. I could see that she was very cold wearing nothing but swimsuit. 

Once we were done with breakfast, Sarah led me to the swimming pool. When we got there, she turned a serious face on me. "Victor, you need to remember that you change in the girls' locker room, not the boys. Just go into a bathroom stall and claim to be shy, so you can change without anyone seeing your...you-know-what." She quickly flashed her eyes down to my pubic region then back up. "During my year, this lesson is quite relaxed, so you don't have to worry. All you have to do is complete 10 laps in the pool. But if you don't know how to swim, the instructor will help...which may not be a good idea in your case. Good luck!" Sarah smile at me, the trotted off in the other direction.

She left me alone near the swimming pool. Girls start swarming in and I began to get nervous. Would they notice that I wasn't like them? We were all strangers to each other, so no one spoke. My heart started pounding harder.

"Girls, please line up for attendance to be taken," a middle aged woman shouted, catching me off-guard and nearly knocking me over with fright. She was in a black tube and a bikini swimsuit. 

"I'm Mrs. Bull and I'll be your swimming coach. You can call me Mrs. Bull or Coach. First things first: I expect full discipline from each and every one of you. Every week during your first year, you have swimming lesson at this time. There will be no misconduct from any one of you. I have 50 students on my roster, and I have counted 50 of you here, so let's move on from attendance bullshit. 

"Since this is the first lesson, we'll start with finding out if you can swim. Raise your hand if you can." I rose up mine with a few other students. 

"For those of you who raised their hands, you have twenty minutes to make five laps in the pool. Your 20 minutes starts now!" 

I ran as fast as I could to the pool, dove in, and swam freestyle. I swam as fast as I could and easily lapped the other girls. After the last lap, I went to Mrs. Bull and told her I was done. The girls who didn't know how to swim were doing stretching exercises, getting ready for their dip in the pool. Mrs. Bull gave me a nod and told me to change. 

"You're free to do whatever you want until lunch," she said, walking away to start the lesson with the other girls.

"That was easy," I thought to myself.

I went to the locker room and into one of the stalls. I was glad that the stalls came with doors so I could have my privacy. 

I took a quick shower and got ready to change to the clothes I brought with me. When I wiped myself dry, I put on white cotton panties and the uniform skirt. I looked at the training bra that I had stuck into my bag the night before. I was ready to try it on, thinking to myself that maybe it would turn me on just like the panties did. Lucky that the training bra was racer back, it wasn't that difficult to put it on. Next, I put on the blouse and then the skirt. 

When I was finally done putting on my uniform, I opened the cubicle door. Outside the door, there were girls either still on their swimming attires, changing into their uniform, or completely, stark naked. I knew I had to leave the locker room before my erection started to become visible under my skirt. 

I quickly walked back to Foxtrot, avoiding all the crowds that I could. 

When I burst into the dorm room, Sarah was reading a romance novel in a white slip with a blanket was covering her legs. She looked up and smiled when I opened the door. She was gorgeous. I could see the outline of her nipples showing through the thin material of her slip. 

I took an elementary mathematics textbook off my shelf and pretended that I was studying. I tried to divert my attention from the erection Sarah was giving me, but then she sat up and her nipple slipped out from under her dress. It was in my view for a split second. I couldn't help the raging boner under my skirt. It was almost painful. 

She saw me staring at her and set her book down. She stood up, adjusting her slip, and came over and sat on my bed, opposite of me. "So did you get a good view at the girls this morning in the locker room?" she asked, breaking the silence. 

I nodded my head sheepishly, unsure if she is referring to the view in the changing room earlier or her bare nipples.

"Since you're a guy, and I'm a girl, we need to set some ground rules. You have to be wearing something at all times. And when I'm changing or indecent, you have to get out of the room, like now!" She gave me a playful glare, but it still sent chills right down my spine. 

I got up and left the room quickly. Within minutes, she shouted, "Victor, you may come back now." 

I opened the door and she was already dressed in her uniform, the mirror image of mine. 

"Victor, you look too flat for a girl," she said with a wink, "of your age. Have you ever used the silicones?" 

"What's that?" I replied, questioning.

"Of course you don't use them, you're a boy," she muttered to herself. "Silly me." Sarah smiled, as she walked over to her drawers and took out two gel-like boobs. "Take off your shirt. Your wardrobe has A-cup bras, but you're like size negative A. And obviously the contour of your training bra isn't helping you much either..." 

She kept mumbling to herself, and I couldn't really hear her. I stripped down to my skirt and a training bra, along with the school issued panties. 

Sarah took the smallest silicone insert and stuffed it under the training bra. I then put on the blouse again. I looked at the mirror to make sure the blouse was properly tucked in, but saw that for the first time today I looked undeniably like a girl. No one would be able to guess I was a guy under the uniform. 

"Come over here and sit down," Sarah directed me, pushing me into the chair at her dressing table. She helped me apply light makeup and glossed my lips. Slowly, I was transformed into a girl on my face as well. She braided up my hair and tied it with rubber band. 

As I looked at my reflection, I could not believe who I had become. "Thanks Sarah," I said in amazement. "You work wonders."

"Victor, I know this is unpleasant for you, but we need to pull this off if you're going to stay at Woodvale. I will help you with whatever you may need, you just have to trust me or we'll both get into trouble."

The bell rang for lunch time. 

Sarah brought me to a different, smaller cafeteria for lunch, it was nicer than the one we went to that morning. After we ate, we had to part ways. Sarah had class, and I had the lecture to attend. She led me to the auditorium where the dean was about give his speech. 

The dean, a middle-aged, cranky looking woman, picked up the microphone and the room went silent. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Woodvale High School. 

"This year, very little male students applied and were accepted, henceforth, boys will make up one class on their own, 9E, and girls will be class 9A to 9D. Each class will have twenty five students, where you and your classmates will get to know each other very well. The administration here at Woodvale think this is the best way for each and every student here to feel welcome."

"Shit. So, I am going to be in a class with twenty four other girls?" I thought. 

"One of our school values is to increase our students' abilities, mentally and physically, which is why we have mandatory swimming classes if you can't swim. On the other hand, if you can swim, you will be able to join another sport or game of your choice. Next..." 

The dean went on and on for almost an hour. We were finally released for bathroom breaks. The line at the ladies' room was so long that there were at least another fifteen girls in front of me. On the contrary, the boys' toilet was very empty. I regretted why I wasn't a boy in this school. After a long grueling wait, it was my turn. 

I figured that if I peed standing up I would be found out very easily, so I removed my skirt and panties and sat down above the toilet bowl. I tried to aim my cock into the hole, but it was too small. Urine traveled out of my penis and flowed into my ass-crack and dripped down from my ass. I sighed at the mess I made. No wonder women take so long on the toilet. I pulled a few toilet papers from the roll and wiped my ass dry, then yanked up the panties and skirt and I was ready to go. 

The talk from the various clubs started before I reached my seat. The most popular sports to join were badminton and tennis. There were many other clubs, many of them all-girl groups, and there was no way I would subject myself to that. At the end of the presentations, I had to fill up a form indicating my choice of club. Everyone had to join a club, and my first choice was tennis; my second choice was field hockey. At the end of the week, the club assignments would be posted on the notice board.

I went back to my dorm room and saw Sarah lying on her bed and reading her novel again. We went for dinner and came back to rest. We took turns showering before bed time. When I came back to the room, I was already wearing another clean pair of white cotton panties, a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. 

"Actually, you should wear a gown instead of shorts, in case one of the dorm advisors comes in for bed-checks. Here, take one of mine." Sarah tossed me a nightgown that barely reached my mid-thigh. 

I turn for her to see. "Your shorts are too obvious, take them off," she snapped.

"But I'm a boy..." I whined.

"I won't say that a second time, Victoria."

"I'm Victor!" I yelled.

"You don't have the balls to take off the shorts, so obviously you don't have the balls at all!" she practically screamed.

"Okay, I will!"

"Prove it!" I take off my shorts, revealing my white cotton panties. "So I was right, you were wearing girl's panties too," she said more softly. I blushed. "And you blushed like a girl too!" she said with a giggle. "Listen to me and your secrets will be safe, alright? You don't have to worry," she assured me.

"Yes, Sarah." I nodded.

"Tonight, you'll sleep like this. Tomorrow morning, we'll wake up at 6am to get ready for breakfast. Our lesson starts at 8am and lights off in 10 minutes," she ordered. "Sleep tight."

I got on to my bed and she switched off the light. I started pondering what happened in the last two days, and why I was sleeping in a silky nightgown. As I tried to roll around my bed, it was very smooth and sensual. Surprise, surprise: my foolish dick began to erect.

"Did you enjoy yourself in panties and bra today?" Sarah asked randomly, as we lie on our separate beds. 

My face turned red. She was right; I enjoyed the feeling of having boobies (even if they were little), and found that dresses and skirts were actually fun to wear. I stopped having that heart-dropping moment when I realized I liked dressing like a girl. 

Tomorrow classes started, and it excited me to know there was another chance to wear a dress. It hardly even felt like I was wearing a dress; it felt comfortable and electrifying, especially when the breeze came between my legs and brushed against my dick. It felt funny yet enjoyable. 

I did not answer Sarah because I didn't want her to know that I did in fact like dressing like a girl. I pretend to be sleeping, knowing that I was wearing her slip. 



Identity Crisis 03



The next morning, the alarm woke both of us up. I felt something really sticky on my thigh, and when I lifted up my blanket, I was horrified to see that my panties were soaked in cum again! It must be the slip...it aroused me. My hard-on from the previous night would not go down.

Sarah sat up on her bed and looked at me with blurry eyes. She followed my eyes to my lap, at the cum stained slip. The damp stain was just too obvious.

"What's that wet patch on your slip?" Once the question was asked, realization hit her face. "Oh my god, did you just wet the bed?" she asked incredulously.

I shook my head and continued to look down. It was so embarrassing.

Sarah got out of her bed and stood near mine. She bent her head near my crotch and took a deep sniff. I was so nervous, yet my cock twitched with the excitement of her leaning over me.

"It doesn't smells like pee to me. Is that...semen?" She giggled unsympathetically.

I hung my head, not knowing what to say.

Sarah took her desk chair and sat down in front of me. "Did you have a wet dream?" she asked me seriously.

I nodded. My face turned tomato-red. What could be worse than waking up in a feminine slip and a pair of cotton panties, both stained with cum?

"You're such a baby!" She shrieked.

I was so overwhelmed by her questions that I simply nodded in agreement. The stench of cum was definitely not helping. I was humiliated.

"Were you fantasizing about me?" Sarah wiggled her eyebrows and winked. "Or was it just because you were dressed like me?"

"I don't know." I shrugged because I couldn't remember my dream.

"Come with me," she said seriously. "You need to get yourself clean." She held out her hand and dragged me out of bed, right into the one of the bathroom stalls. I was about the slightly shorter than her, but nearly the same build, yet the stall was still too little small for both of us. "Take off your slip," she directed. I lifted the slip up and toss it into our laundry basket. Sarah held open the waistband of my cotton panties and glanced inside. I didn't know that she was doing at first, but when I tried to react, she let my panties go and they snapped back onto my skin.

"Ouch! That hurt!" I screamed.

Sarah yanked down my panties and globs of semen were all around my small hairless dick. I bent down so I put the panties on again, but just as my hand reached the panties, Sarah slapped my hands away.

"I told you wouldn't haze you, but getting my slip dirty was so not cool! Don't forget that I am a senior and you're just a junior. Now listen up! I can be really nice or I can be the devil, and since you got my favourite slip dirty, you'll be doing laundry for me tonight!" Sarah shoved me in the stall. "Let's clean you up. You look like a mess."

"Yes, Sarah." A tear fell, and I used my right hand to rub it away before Sarah saw.

Sarah took the showerhead and washed me down, from head to toe. I didn't move a muscle because I was afraid of her wrath. I had thought she was so nice yesterday...but now she was angry.

She rubbed my torso with soap and suddenly my penis sprang to life again. No one but my mother ever washed me. Even then, she stopped bathing me when I was five. She kneeled down in front of me and held my dick and rubbed all my cum off, with soft motions up and down.

I couldn't control myself anymore. My cock jerked and a fresh load landed on her freckled face.

I was so surprised by my body's reaction, I didn't know what to do. "I'm Sorry," I said.

She looked up at me from her position near my dick. Then she smiled.

As shocked as I was by my own actions, I was even more surprised by her. She licked my cum from her face and wiped the rest into her mouth with wet hands. She continued rubbing my flaccid dick. After using the shower head to give my whole body a final rinse, she wrapped me in a towel. Her slip was half soaked with water and her hard nipples were visible under the silk.

We went back to our room. Sarah opened up another towel and laid it across my bed. She made me sit down, then came and sat beside me.

"You're so cute!" she said. She hugged me and I could feel her breasts pressing on my arms. "Be a good boy, alright? No more wetting the bed." She winked rubbed her hand through my hair. "Yes, Sarah." I gazed at her, amazed. She was so enchanting. And very moody.

She directed me to lie down on my bed, and unwrapped the towel I wore. I felt like I was her slave, lying stark naked on my bed, paralyzed. She took talc powder and pounded my dick, and sprayed some perfume. She made me stand up again as she went to my drawer and took out a new pair of pink cotton panties and a matching bra.

I stood up as Sarah bent down and held the panties open at the waist with her slender fingers. I lifted my left foot and put it in one of the panties holes. I put my hands on her shoulder to steady myself. Sarah deliberately leaned forward and shook her hair a little, so her long soft hair tickled my dick. My overactive cock decided once again to get erected. Shyly, I lifted up my right leg and placed it into the hole.

As I bent down to pull the panties up, she stopped me by touching my chest with her hand. She forced me to stand up straight again. She slowly pulled the panties up my body, and did the intimate job of smoothen them down on my butt.

Sarah made me stand there while she helped hook my bra. I missed the racer back bra – it was easier to put on – but there was no going back from here. Sarah slid in a pair of silicone paddings once the pink bra was firmly in place. Then she helped me tighten the strap, it was not an easy task I thought. 

Sarah helped me into my blouse and skirt. I didn't wear undershorts. My dick was as hard as steel, but fortunately hidden under the skirt.

Sarah helped me tie my shoulder length hair with her bands. She used a pink clip to clip it on. I felt like her Barbie doll when she did that. 

Sarah looked at her alarm clock on her night stand and almost jumped. "Victor, we're running late for breakfast now. Once I take a shower we'll go to the cafeteria, okay?"

"Yes, Sarah."

"You're very welcome," Sarah said with a wink. She grabbed her towel and her clothes for the day and went to shower. I waited for her in our room, reading a book. Within fifteen minutes she was back, wearing her full uniform.

We arrived for breakfast in the crowded cafeteria. We ordered our food and ate quickly because we were going to be late for class.

"Victor—ia," Sarah stumbled over her words, "what time does your last lesson end?"

"It's three o'clock, if I'm not wrong," I replied.

"Make sure you're in the room by three-thirty. You need to hand-wash my slip and the bras and panties, so you'll need all the time you can get."

I blushed. "Why can't they just go into the washing machine?" If the dorm saw me hand-washing those...intimates they would be appalled. Boys don't wear those. Then I remembered how I was dressed – no one would think it weird at all.

"Because they will get ruined, silly!" She rubbed my hair and stood with her tray. We walked in different directions to our classes.

~

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Thanks for reading!



Identity Crisis 04



Indulge in your fantasy and dreams. Enjoy! 

-

My first lesson for the day was Physics, and I was ten minutes early for class. When I arrived, the room only had a few people in it -- all girls -- one of them a middle aged woman dressed in red sitting at the desk in the front of the long room, right in front of the chalkboard. 

I chose to sit at leftmost table on the middle row, next to another girl wearing the same uniform as I wore. She me nudged me as I sat down. 

"Hi, I'm Jennifer, you can call me Jenny," she said, breaking the ice, smiling. "You swam really well yesterday morning." 

"Thanks. I'm Victor...ia," I stumbled over my words, "but you can just call me Vic." I replied, using my 'secret' identity, Victoria. 

"Can you teach me how to swim?" she asked suddenly. "Actually, I'm quite bad at it. I don't think I'll be able to get any better with Mrs. Bull's instruction." Jenny leaned over to me and looked at me like she was confiding a secret, "I think she's really a man, and that's why she swims better than all of us." She sat back up and smiled once again. "I think I would learn a lot better from a girl, like you."

My nerves kicked into high gear. I tried to smile at Jenny, but I'm not sure if it even looked like a smile. "Sure! Tomorrow after lessons?" I asked, my voice slightly shaky. It was risky because she already thought boys swam better...and I was a boy, but she was also very cute. She had beautiful, long blonde hair and a small button nose. Her cheeks were lightly dusted with freckles and she had a natural blush beneath them. I wanted to help her tonight, I was so excited. But I had laundry to do... 

Jenny smiled at me, and it was becoming contagious. "Fine with me, but I will have to check with my senior. Sometimes she won't let me do anything! Is your senior like that?"

I rolled my eyes. "She wasn't bad at first, but she is making do her laundry tonight..."

"I know, right?" Jenny said. "It's like I'm her slave or something."

Suddenly an erotic image of Jenny's small body tied up rushed into my head. Oh, no. I had to change the topic. "Alright, well, my room is in Foxtrot, 6-A. If your senior lets you, we can meet there tomorrow night."

"That's great!" Jenny exclaimed. "Mine is in Foxtrot as well, but 5-B." 

The teacher knocked her knuckles on the blackboard, indicating the class is starting. The tables all around me and Jenny filled up; there wasn't an empty seat. It was like a sea of white and green, all the girls wearing the same thing. I smiled to myself, thinking how lucky I was. It was the first time I thought of myself as lucky since I got to this damn school -- I was surrounded by pretty girls.

"Good morning, girls. Welcome to Woodvale, I am Mrs. Judy." The teacher was slightly chunky, wearing a tight dress, accenting the rolls on her stomach. She seemed to be in her mid-thirties, but you couldn't really tell with all the makeup caked on her face. Her feet seemed to be trying to escape her sensible shoes, and the bracelets on her arm looked like they were cutting off her circulation.

"This will be your first lesson in this school," she continued, "and definitely not the most enjoyable one. I will also be your homeroom teacher, so if you have any issues with classes, teachers, or other students, you can come to my office to find me. Do you have any questions?"

"No." The class replied monotonously and slowly.

"Good. Now, take out your Physics textbook and turn to page seven. Every day you will be responsible for reading a chapter and completing the assignments given to you in regards to that chapter. Today, I will go over the textbook with you, then we will read chapter one together and if we have time we will also answer the chapter one questions together. All assignments are to be handed in at the start of next lesson. Understand?" The class all responded together, giving a unified mumble. 

Mrs. Judy continued, as if she hadn't even heard the response -- like she didn't care. "Chapter one reviews a simple topic, measurement..." 

The lesson went on for the full two hours without any break. When the bell rang, there was a collective sigh. 

"Girls, that's it for today. There will be no assignment today since it is the first lesson, but I expect you to read the next chapter on your own." As Mrs. Judy packed up her materials, another middle age female teacher entered the classroom, dressed in a tight white blouse and a black pants. It was that she was not wearing a bra, as the outside of the areolas of both her nipples were very obvious and her large breasts were swaying without constraint. The top three buttons on her blouse were open, revealing a large amount of cleavage. I decided that private school teachers were way better than public school teachers.

There was a murmur among the class, maybe because there was a break in lessons, but I was certain it was about the new teacher in the classroom.

Jenny turned to me and asked, "Can you believe she's not wearing a bra?" She seemed outraged.

Then it occurred to me, I was probably the only one in the class appreciating the view. I turned to Jenny, putting a disgusted face on. "I know. My old school would never allow that." 

The sexy teacher's heels kept tapping onto the floor of the classroom as she walked around. She took a piece of white chalk and wrote "Miss Moore" on the blackboard. 

"Quiet down class. I am your Math teacher, and today we will get to know each other. Everyone stand up and introduce yourself, answering three questions: what is your name, what do you like to do in your free time, and what is your favorite number? I'll go first. My name is Miss Moore, I like to shop, and my favorite number is thirty-six." 

Miss Moore pointed at a girl in the front seat to my left. The girl stood up. "Hi, my name is Alice, I like to dance, especially contemporary dance and jazz. My favorite number is four." 

"Good!" She pointed at me next. 

I stood up. "My name is Victoria." I hesitated a moment at the next question. My favorite thing to do in my free time lately was masturbating. "I like to sleep and my favorite number is twenty-two."

"Any other hobbies apart from sleeping?" Miss Moore asked.

"Uh, dreaming?" I replied. The class roared into laughter and Miss Moore wasn't very pleased about that. 

"Think about a real hobby, or else you can stand for the rest of the lesson."

"I like international chess," I quickly replied.

"You may take a seat now, but see me after the class."

We continued the boring ice breaker game for the rest of the lesson. I was paired with Jennifer, Lucy, Alice and Heidi as a group of five. We had to use our favorite numbers to come up with a story linked with our favorite hobbies. We won the ice breaker game, and time passed without us realizing it. 

The bell rang and it was lunch time. The rest of the girls left the class hastily while I sat on my chair, waiting for the teacher to say something. 

"Come up front, Victoria." I walked towards her, with my hands behind my back. "Victoria, your performance today disappointed me." 

She took a chair from one of the student tables and sat. "And for that, I will have to spank you." She dragged me to her lap, laying me on my stomach. Instinctively, I lay very still as Miss Moore positioned me across her lap. 

I could feel that my cock was rubbing against her leg slightly, and I hoped she didn't feel it. She whacked me on my ass, startling a scream out of me. At least it sounded girly, I thought. 

"Count them!" she demanded. She lifted her hand up high and slapped it against my butt again, and I was lucky the skirt reduced the sting of the smack.

I forgot to count out loud. "Now," Miss Moore yelled, "you will have two more, so instead of five, you'll get seven. Count the numbers, loud and clear." And she spanked me again. 

"ONE!" I yelled as the sting penetrated my skirt for the first time.

WHACK! 

"TWO!" 

WHACK!

"THREE!" 

"Louder, or else I'm going to reset the count!" Miss Moore demanded. My throat was already sore from screaming, and I didn't think I could be any louder. WHACK!

"FOUR!" I screamed.

"Better," she said, but still didn't sound satisfied. WHACK!

"FIVE!" Her hand came down on my stinging butt and I squirmed under her grip. I knew I couldn't escape, but the burning was kicking in, and tears touched my eyes. Then I felt something heavy on my back. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw that she rested her breasts on my back! My dick jumped.

WHACK!

"SIX!" I screamed, hearing a moan in my voice, but hoped that Miss Moor didn't...

"Last one, Victoria. I hope you have learned your lesson. Don't ever be a smart-ass in my classroom." WHACK! 

"SEVEN!" I whimpered. I never got spanked in public school...maybe private school teachers weren't so great.

She pushed me away, and I fell onto the floor. My dick was erected, and I hoped she didn't see it. 

She stood up and left the classroom without turning back at me to look at me. I stared at her ass as she left. If only I could have shown her how hard I could smack her butt...

I quickly walked to the restroom and went into a cubicle. I pulled my panties down to my ankles so I could get some air on my reddened butt. As I did it, I could smell the perfume that Sarah had sprayed on me earlier.

I sat and peed. As usual, the pee came between my butt crack and dripped down. I tore some tissue and wipe my butt dry. But this time, I also made sure my penis was dry as well. Several things came to my mind as I touched my half-hard penis. I thought about the sweet smell of Sarah's perfume. Then I thought about how I was wearing pink panties and a pink bra. Then I thought about the stinging on my ass. Miss Moore had a pair of huge boobs that were resting on my back not too long ago.

After several strokes, I could feel myself coming again, and semen jetted out in a quick gush. There wasn't as much as this morning but luckily, I was holding on to some tissue. I quickly wiped away the blobs of semen and pulled up my pink panties from my ankles.

I went to the cafeteria to quickly get lunch before returning to class. I got to class just in time for the start of the next class. 

The last class of the day was English, and it was taught by a young woman in her twenties. She had long, brown hair and wore a white dress. She introduced herself as Miss Smiths, but told us to just call her Amanda. She gave a brief introduction of the class and told us we could leave earlier if we cooperated during class. 

We gave her our fullest attention and she let us go early. As I was about to pack my stuff into my school bag, Jenny tapped on my shoulder.

"Wanna hang out together in the library?" she asked.

I looked at her and shook my head. "Nah, I'm kinda tired."

Jenny gave me a mock-frown, then walked to other girls and asked them the same question. She went to the library with the girls that we formed a group with during our Math class.

I continued to pack my stuff and headed back to my room. There were a lot of things to do when Sarah got back from her classes, and I didn't want her to get mad at me for being late.



Identity Crisis 05



Stories will be a little slow from now as I'm busy with real life. But I'll try to deliver once every two weeks, at most three weeks. 

-

I strolled back to the dormitory. After I opened the door, I saw that everything was a mess. I sighed, knowing that I would have to clean it all up. I stripped off my school uniform. I tried to remove the uncomfortable bra, but I couldn't seem to undo the hooks. I searched the room in hopes that there were scissors for me to just snip it away with, but I had no luck. I settled with wearing shorts and a tight, black T-shirt over the pink bra.

Once I was changed, I looked at my bed, where stains of dried cum stared back at me. I took off the stained bed sheets and blanket and put them into the laundry basket in the corner of the room. I gathered the rest of my dirty clothes from the floor and my hamper, preparing to complete the laundry before anything else.

Sarah came in as I was carrying the laundry basket to the laundry room (which was just a corner in the washroom), where there was a washing machine and a dryer

"Good job, Victor," Sarah said as she pointed to the laundry basket. "Let me pack up some stuff and add mine in as well." She quickly walked in the room and threw her slip at me, followed by a T-shirt and a pink skirt. I quickly added the items to my overflowing basket. Sarah grabbed her own basket to put her bra and panties into. 

"Follow me, and I'll show you how to do laundry. Don't worry about mixing up our clothes; all my clothes are labelled with a letter S on the tag." She gave me a disgusted look and said, "I don't want to wear your panties."

"Okay," I said, looking down into my basket, felling ridiculed by my only friend at this school. 

We walked down the hall together, hauling our baskets under our arms. I picked my panties out of the basket, which I stained last night and quickly replaced them. Sarah handed me her basket as we got to the laundry corner. I looked inside, and the lingerie she wore looked much fancier than the school issued ones I wore. Her bras and panties were pink and yellow, with beautiful and elegant. Some even had lace and ribbons. I stared at the underwear until she gave me a tap on the shoulder.

"What are you waiting for? Put the sheets in," she said, irritated.

"I'm going to go check to see if I forgot anything. Wait for me before you wash the underwear and slips." 

I put the clothes and bed sheets into the washing machine along with the detergent while Sarah left. Then I pressed on the 'normal cycle' button to start the machine. The washing machine displayed '65 minutes' on the timer screen. Sarah came back with a pail and began filling it with warm water. 

"Victor, you need to hand wash the bras and panties. I'll show you how to do one, then you do everything else that's in the pail." As she spoke, she demonstrated the steps. "First, soak each one in lukewarm water few minutes with this handwashing detergent." She pointed to X-brand detergent that she brought with her. 

I nodded my head as I listened to her attentively. 

"Once they have been soaked, you gently rub the fabric together like this." Sarah took her yellow panties and rubbed her soft fingers against the silk. She replaced the panties into the warm water and pick up her yellow bra. "Same goes with bra," She said as she gently rubbed her finger against the bra. "After you've done this for each piece, rinse them in cool water until the suds are out. When you're done, come and get me and I'll show you where to hang them to dry. I'm trusting you that you'll do a good job. I have a present for you tonight if you do."

"Yes, Sarah," I mumbled as a blush stained my cheeks. Sarah patted my hair with her wet hand as she left the laundry corner.

I looked at all of Sarah's underwear. "They are beautiful," I thought. "Why do guys wear boring underwear but girls get all the fancy ones?" Without an answer, I started my job. I took one of my soaked panties from the pail and start rubbing them. 

One by one, I completed washing my panties and bras. Then I began on Sarah's. I picked up her pink bra and compared it to mine. Sarah's was softer than mine, and slightly larger. There was a tiny bow at the center where the two cups met. It didn't look dirty, but I rubbed it and rinsed it anyway. The pink panties were much more interesting than the bra. They were an hour-glass shape with four strings connecting the back to the front of the panties. There were little knots holding the strings together, and if the knots were even a little looser, the panties would just fall off of Sarah. I quickly tried to tame my perverted mind.

I hastily washed the remaining underwear. Then I rinsed everything in cool water until they were no longer soapy. As I was about to stand up, Sarah knocked on the door. "Are you done yet?" she asked.

"Yep, everything is washed." I stood up and turned around. Half of my T-shirt was wet, and the outline of my bra cup and strap easy to see on the front of my shirt. Sarah contemplated my appearance for a moment.

"Victor, next time take note that you shouldn't wear a clean shirt while washing clothes. Now, take the underwear and follow me to the line-drying area." 

She led me to the end of corridor where there was ample sunlight in the late afternoon. There were four long ropes for drying clothes. On one of the ropes, there was a plastic rack with clothespins on it. Sarah took two pins and hung white panties on the line. I followed her lead, and soon the rack was filled with panties and bras. 

We went back to our room together and both of us sat down around the table. 

"Are you still wearing the bra?" Sarah asked, no doubt dying to ask since she saw the outline of the strap and the bra in the laundry corner. 

"Yes," I said, ashamed. "I can't unhook it and I was afraid that I'd break the hook if I tried any harder."

She laughed instantly. "I should have known it wouldn't be easy for you. I'll teach you later. Come, let's go take a shower and go for dinner before I show you your present."

"Okay, Sarah." I stood up and walked to my dresser to take out a set of clothes. 

"Hey wait, just take your towel. We'll come back when we're done." I was confused by her command, and I didn't have a good feeling about it. On the first night I knew her, she made me wear her slip. This morning, she treated me like a baby as she undressed me. What could possibly be left? But I knew I had to follow her instructions.

I took off my wet T-shirt and placed it in the emptied laundry hamper. Sarah smiled at me and walked over and unhooked my bra. She moved so fast that I didn't even see how she did it. I mumbled a thanks and removed my shorts. I wrapped my towel around me above my chest, just like a girl would do.

I walked to the washroom, took a shower stall and began showering. Fifteen minutes later, I wrapped a towel around myself again and walked back to our room. The door was locked. I knocked on to the door, panicked, then Sarah shouted through the door, "Give me another few minutes!"

"B-but, I'm cold," I could barely say through chattering teeth.

The door opened slightly and Sarah threw a purple bathrobe at me, which I assumed it belonged to her, as well all the other pieces of clothing she had made me wear. She slammed the door and left me outside, shivering. 

I pulled the robe on, without taking off the towel, and tied the belt. I could smell Sarah's sweet scent coming from the robe. I pulled the towel from under the robe and folded it over my arm. 

I stood outside in a purple bath robe as I waited for Sarah to unlock the door.



Identity Crisis 06



After awhile, the door opened and Sarah was standing behind it. 

"Come in," she said, smiling like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.

I walked right into the room. I could smell the light scented powder in the atmosphere. My bed was covered with a very large towel. 

"Victor, do you want to wear shorts or a skirt?"

"Shorts." 

Sarah then walked to my cupboard and took out a green, knee-length skirt and a pair of hot pants that would barely cover my ass. She put the skirt back and threw the hot pants towards the bed.

"Sarah, can I change my mind?" I asked sheepishly.

"Why?"

"The shorts are too short."

"Hmm, shorts are too short," she repeated after me. "Alright, but that would be your final decision, alright? It's dinner time and I'm hungry."

"Yup. Aren't we supposed to wear school regulated clothes to cafeteria?" I asked.

"They don't check our attire for dinner." She threw a purple mini length skirt on the bed. "But of course, don't be too revealing. You can't go for dinner in that." She was referring to the purple bathrobe. 

She walked towards her cupboard and started searching for something. "Now the panties, Victor. Take off everything and lie down above your towel. I've found a way to solve your incontinence." 

Wait a minute, was I going to wear her panties? I thought to myself. I did as she said, taking everything off and sitting on the towel. My throbbing cock was already standing up for the umpteenth time today. 

"Didn't I ask you to lie down?!" She raised her voice slightly. I quickly lay down on my bed in stiff position. 

"What is your favorite color? You can't change your mind this time." 

"Red." For my support for Manchester United, my favorite color is actually red. But I didn't realize that she was going to pick a pair of red panties for me to wear to dinner.

She walked towards me, her right hand holding red and frilly underwear with a few strings dangling down. Her left hand was holding something very compact. I couldn't really see what she was holding as she walked nearer and nearer.

"These were once my favorite pair of panties. They're yours now." She untied the knot by the waist band and opened up the string bikini panties. She slid the panties under me. Again, she powdered me with her scented powder. The smell was very enticing. I began to wish she would powder my groin every day.

Then, she opened up the pad that she was holding in her left hand and put it between my legs. She held my erected cock down and covered up the crotch area with the front of the panties. The pad wasn't large, but it wasn't fully covered by the panties. She tied the knot of each side and signaled for me to sit up. 

"Do all girls wear this?" I poked the pad with my index finger. 

She held my hand at my wrist. "Don't poke it; your cock is already tiny enough." My cheeks turned red instantly.

After that, she made me wear the purple mini skirt which covered me to my mid-thigh.

"Sarah, this skirt doesn't look like the school regulated clothes. I don't remember seeing anything like these when I opened the cupboard few nights ago." 

Sarah laughed. "This is mine. I've given you some of my unused clothes so you don't have to be green and white all day, every day. I have a limited number of underwear not including the school ones, so I can't really give you any of them. But we can always share." She grinned.

I nodded.

Sarah went back to my cupboard and picked out a pink padded bra and a white chemise. She helped me put it on and adjust the straps to the correct length, just like in the morning. She then made me put on the very feminine chemise. 

"Wait here for me." She grabbed her long slip and a pair of panties and walked out of the room. I looked at myself in the mirror while waiting for her. 

'Am I a girl in boy's skin or a boy in girl's clothes?' I thought to myself. I was beginning to doubt my identity.

After about ten minutes, she came back wearing a full slip that had a big cartoon on the front. Her white bra strap was visible under the strap of the slip. Under the florescent light, I could almost see she was wearing a pair of red panties, but I couldn't be sure.

"Let's go Victor." 

We went for dinner together in the cafeteria. Today's meal wasn't nice; I would say it was inedible. The meat was too dark and the pasta was undercooked. Sarah and I ate very little of our dinners.

"Victoria, let's go grab out undies off the line where we left them," Sarah said as we walked back to the dormitory. We strolled to the corridor and took down all the dried lingerie. "Victor?"

"Yes?"

"Do you like to wear panties?"

I blushed. When she asked the question, I pretended I didn't hear, so I didn't have to answer her. It was embarrassing, but I decided that I had to be truthful. I nodded my head after few moments of hesitation.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe I like it because it's something new to me. And I think that the coolness of wearing a skirt or a dress makes me feel better," I replied softly.

"I get that. Remember when I told you that my senior haze me to sleep naked for three months? At that time, I really enjoyed the wind that came from the ceiling fan. Even now, I don't wear bra and panties to bed. You should sleep naked too. Besides, it's bad for the bra if you sleep in it." Sarah slowly explained about the positive impact of sleeping in nude until we reached our room. 

Sarah taught me how to fold the panties and how to maintain them in good condition. We spent the rest of night chatting away. 

"Victor, since I've seen your body for quite a few of times and even touched it, you may stay while I take off my bra and thong. And tonight, if you need to cum, I think the pad would be able to hold it. And after you cum, I will change the pad for you."  

Sarah removed her slip right in front of me. I was right, her panties were red. We wore matching panties and thongs, and I didn't even know it. The thong that she wore were barely an inch and half wide. It was hugging her so tight that I could see her camel toe. Then she turned, her back facing me. 

"Victor, unhook my bra. You need to learn how."

It took few seconds to figure out the mechanism of the bra strap and unhook her bra. She took out the strap from her shoulder with one hand but was still holding on to the cup of the bra with the other. Continuing to face away from me, she put her white bra on her bed and put on her slip. 

Without any hesitation, she removed her thongs underneath her slip and threw it on her bed. I had to admit that I was disappointed that I didn't manage to see much of anything, no boobs or pussy. 

I removed the chemise while Sarah walked to my cupboard and picked out a purple satin babydoll. "You'll look sexy in this." She smiled like the devil. 

I thought I would too. I quickly unhooked the bra and removed it. I slid out of the skirt and put the babydoll over me. It was barely long enough to cover my butt fully. 

"Baby Vicky, go and lie down on the bed. Let me see if I need to change your nappies." I did as she commanded. She took a new heavy duty pad and the powder and sat down at the side of my bed. 

Sarah pulled up the babydoll and revealed the skimpy panties. She untied the knot by the side and touched my cock to see if it is clean. It immediately sprang up to action and pointed towards her. She carefully put the panties back and butterfly knots on both side to secure it tightly.

"Vicky, I don't feel safe. What if the knot gets loose by itself? Can I wear a pair of shorts please?"

"Of course, not! You have to wear that. Sleeping with little on is a good thing, remember? You're already wearing too much."

"Why? But..." 

"No but. You're supposed to be a girl now, plus, you're my roommate and freshman. Just listen to me." 

"I can wear shorts under this thing."

"No way, it might spoil my babydoll."

"What if the knot comes loose?" I asked.

"Erm... I don't know." She shrugged her shoulder.

"Sarah, can I wear different underwear?"

"Unless you don't mind doing extra laundry..." She walked towards my cupboard.

"No I don't mind at all."

"You're right, but the bed linens are much harder to clean." She pulled out the drawer containing underwear.

"I know!" Sarah exclaimed. "Just lie down on your bed; I have an idea that requires no extra laundry." The next moment, she closed the drawer. She walked toward her bed and picked up the red thong which she threw earlier and held it up. "Would you like to wear this?" 

Of course, I shook my head from side to side, or else she would find out that I enjoyed wearing panties and treat me like a freak. I had to continue the illusion that I disliked them. 

"Really, you don't have a choice. I'm your senior and you have to do everything I said. I do mean EVERYTHING."

"But why?" I replied.

"You really want to know why? Let me tell you why. The reason is simply because you're just going to wet your bed. Now keep still while I change your diaper for you." She said that impatiently.

"I can do it myself." I volunteered.

"No, you're my baby. Babies can't put on clothes by themselves. Now I would appreciate if you can give me your fullest cooperation and ask nothing."

I lay stiff on my bed. Sarah lifted up the babydoll and peeked under it like a car mechanic inspecting a car under the hood. She slowly untied the knot at the side of panties. Then, she applied more powder around my groin area and teased my cock with her soft hair again. I almost couldn't control myself. She pulled the panties up slowly until my knee area and pasted the new pad on. After that, Sarah signaled for me to arch up my butt so she could slide the panties up. I looked rather stupid with padded red panties and purple babydoll. Before she put the babydoll down, she purposely patted my padded cock.

"Victor, now you don't look like you have a penis. Look at that pad, totally covering up your groin. I wondered how you did not get discovered at the swimming lesson by the other girls around you."

"I have no idea." I shrugged and look down at myself. I wouldn't know that I was even a boy by looking at my groin; it was a feminine mound now. And with my slightly long hair and my body build -- which was nearly identical to Sarah's -- I started to believe I could pull this off.

I looked at her as she switched the lights off. "Lights out! Baby Victoria, sleep tight," Sarah said mischievously. 

"Goodnight Sarah." 

"Night night, baby," she replied.

I tried to sleep that night, but the padded thong was hugging my cock too tightly. And unfortunately, I got aroused again. But I knew I'd be 'protected', so I touched myself over the padded thongs. Within minutes, I ejaculated onto the pad and a moaned slightly.

Sarah sat up on her bed and walked towards me. I didn't know that Sarah wasn't asleep yet. I pretended to be asleep and close my eyes shut. 

She sat on my bed facing away from me. She used her slender hand to touch my hip and then moving her hand slowly to my groin. 

"I heard that." She said.

"What?"

"You were enjoying yourself!" She turned on the light and walked towards me. 

"No Sarah, I was sleeping."

She grabbed my crotch and I almost screamed. "You're soaking underneath. The diaper looks full and I guess I need to change it now."

"It's midnight, let me sleep please," I whined like a baby.

"No, you'll get rashes. I was a babysitter, and I know how it feels on a baby like you!"

Then, she pulled the red thong down to my knee before I could even react. It was the third time today she saw my crotch. "I'll give you some incentive if you can cooperate," she said as she wiped away droplets of cum from my dick with a tissue. 

She took a new pad and put it on the thong. After that, she lowered her head and started licking my groin. My cock sprang into life again. This was the first time that someone actually did that to me. She started out from the left to the right and top to bottom. She held up my dick and licked my balls with her tongue, both left and right. 

It felt ticklish at first, but at the same time very arousing. I hoped she never stopped. I enjoyed it a lot and start moaning again. After that, she put my whole cock into her mouth, in and out twice. My cock wasn't huge, just two inches when erected, which is why I guess I could pull it off with the swim suit yesterday morning. And it was actually hairless, or else I believe she would shave me bald below my neck. 

I couldn't ejaculate further as I already finished my ammunition, or else I would like to see her reaction when I unloaded into her mouth. 

She pulled up the thong, back to where it originally was. And I could feel the pad again. She gave a playful pat on my groin. "Be a good baby," she said mischievously and put the babydoll back down which barely covered my crotch anyway. 

She switched off the lights. "Goodnight baby Vicky," she said for the second time that night.

"Goodnight Sarah."

I closed my eyes, knowing that tomorrow would be another fun day.



Identity Crisis 07



Editor: Tracey and Emma



In the morning, the alarm rang. Sarah had already woken up. As usual, I went to shower and wore whatever she picked. I was made to wear a racer back sports bra, a pair of school issued white cotton panties and the school uniform.

We had breakfast together and I went for class directly from the cafeteria. There were only two lessons today and the rest of my day would be free from lunch onwards.

I reached the class slightly earlier than the lesson. Jenny was already there, sitting at the seat beside mine. Intuitively, I sat beside her.

"Vicky, let's have lunch together later. After that, we'll head towards the pool. You promised me yesterday that you'd teach me how to swim."

I had totally forgotten about it last night. I didn't pack my swimsuit with me. "But I've forgotten to bring my swimsuit. I need to return to my room and get it."

"Oh, I'm already wearing mine." She looked down, seemingly disappointed.

"I'll be quick. After lunch, you head to the pool directly and wait for me over there, alright? I promise that it won't take long."

"I'll go with you to your dormitory."

"Sure, that would be great." I replied.

A young Asian female teacher came in wearing a white blouse and a black skirt. Jenny and I stopped our conversation as the teacher introduced herself politely as Miss Karen. Miss Karen took our attendance and we began our lesson. It was all introductions to a programming language and it was really boring, as I already took that during the dark times in secondary school.

I couldn't help but notice her black long hair and, that underneath her blouse, she was wearing a tank top. Her chest looked quite flat with her petite frame. I was admiring her body, as that would be the kind of girl that I like. I might be wearing girls' clothes and trying to act feminine, but I'm still a guy.

"Victoria, can you do these questions on the board?" She said. I woke up from my day dreaming. I stood up and said out the correct answers proudly.

"Well done. Excellent answers!" She said as I sat down.

Jenny nudged me. "You're good at a lot of things!" She said.

"Just luck." I replied humbly.

Miss Karen continued her lesson for next few hours, picking people randomly to answer her question. But no one could answer her questions except me. I had to thank those bullies in my previous high school, because of them, I joined computer club and had a head start with this computing science class.

Miss Karen left the class after 3 hours and we had another 2 hours of Math. I don't really like the teacher because she had spanked me yesterday.

Mrs. Moore came into the class wearing a black one piece sleeveless dress. This time, she wore a bra as her nipples were not as visible as yesterday. She taught for the next hundred and twenty minutes and thank god that nothing happened. We just sit still and listen to her lesson attentively.

Halfway through the lesson, Mrs. Judy knocked on the door from outside. "Moore, sorry to interrupt you, but I have an important announcement to make."

"Go ahead." Mrs. Moore replied.

"Class, this is your third day in school and I would like all of you to pay attention to this announcement. During lesson time, you are not allowed to wear non-school regulated clothes, including underwear. Now, those who are not wearing school issued underwear will have to stand up and surrender your bra and panties and we will not have any disciplinary action taken against you. Or else, you will be subjected to a short meeting with our discipline mistress."

Three girls stood up including Jenny. All three of them walked out to the classroom and returned ten minutes later holding on to their underwear. Jenny in particular was holding to purple nylon panties and a light grey sports bra.

"Ladies, put your underwear in this box." She took out an empty Tupperware box and opened the lid. Jenny and the other two girls put their panties and bras into the box.

"Now, for the remaining ladies, take out your panties from underneath your skirt and raise it up high so everyone can see. The three of you may return to your seats."

Shuffling sounds could be heard as the class began to reach under their skirts and pulled down their underwear. I followed suit and removed my cotton panties from under skirt by pulling it down directly. I'm glad that Sarah did not make me wear one of her non regulated underwear. After a few panties were raised up high, I raised mine with my right hand as well.

"Madam, I wasn't wearing underwear." One girl, sitting at the rear corner of the room shouted.

"You, come in front of the class." Mrs. Judy pointed at the small framed girl.

The girl stood up and walked towards Mrs. Judy. She touched the girl's crotch and the girl took a step back. Mrs. Judy raised her skirt, so that her clean shaven pussy was in view by everyone in front, including me. The girl without panties tried to push the skirt down but Mrs. Judy wouldn't allow it.

I almost couldn't control myself as my dick got excited. If anyone was observant enough, they would notice a slight dent beneath my skirt.

"I don't want to catch anyone else not wearing underwear." Mrs. Judy said as she continued to hold up the skirt. "What is your name?" Mrs. Judy asked the girl without panties.

"Felicia."

"Felicia, write three hundreds lines of 'I, Felicia, will wear school regulated panties to class every day.' And submit tomorrow to me by noon."

"Yes Madam." She replied.

"All of you may wear your panties back. And as for the other three girls, your panties and bra are being confiscated. You are not allowed to have them back. Ladies, this will be what's going to happen if you wear non-school regulated underwear." Everyone started to put their panties back on, and there was quite a lot of noise for awhile.

The noise eventually subsided and Mrs. Moore began to speak.

"Thank you. It almost lunch time, it would be too short for me to give a lesson. I guess I'll let you girls go for lunch early as your reward for being attentive."

Mrs. Moore left the class soon after with the panties.

Jenny turned to me and started complaining. "I never liked Mrs. Judy anyway, I think she is coming after me. Let's head to the dormitory straight, I'm not in the mood for lunch. I'll treat you snacks after the swim."

"Sure, I had a heavy breakfast too." I replied.

Both of us walked back to the dormitory and first, we went to her room. Her room was very untidy, clothes lying everywhere.

The moment she reached her dormitory, she started striping down. I wanted to leave the room, but she stopped me and said that I'm silly and we are all girls, there is nothing to be shy about. First, she removed her skirt and then her blouse. She wasn't wearing any panties or bra because they were confiscated earlier. She had a small triangular patch of canopy? hair. She took out her black lycra from her school bag and wear it. Then she removed her bra and her 28B breasts reached out for freedom. As she was facing me, her nipples were totally in my line of sight.

Jenny said earlier tht she was already wearing her swimsuit, I suggest reworking that earlier convo, to keep this, and the underwear scene intact.

Just before she was about to pull the strap of the swim suit up, I called her.

"Jenny."

"Yes?" She responded while pulling up the left strap.

"Uh, actually I have a confession to make."

"What? We're good sisters."

"I'm actually a boy." She looked shocked at me as she brought the left strap up.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She covered her right breast with her palm as her right strap wasn't up yet.

"No, I'm not. I was assigned here due to an error and I had to stay here for at least a year as a girl."

"Jesus. Can you fucking turn around while I wear this?" She exclaimed.

I turned around with my back facing her. "Sorry. I didn't mean to see everything. But you told me not to get out."

Then she was sobbing and crying suddenly. I turned around facing her. She sat down on her bed and I sat down next to her.

"I wanted to keep my body for my future husband. Now you've seen everything. I hate you! I hate you!" She pounded her fist lightly on my stomach. I grabbed her hands before she pounded further.

"I'm really sorry, I don't like to wear skirt and cross dress like a girl. I had to do it so the school wouldn't kick me out."

"Do you have to go all the way and wear panties? Where do you get your breasts from?" She was still sobbing but no longer crying.

"I didn't bring extra underwear as they said school regulatory uniforms are provided and that includes all underwear. The breast is a pair of silicone inserts and I think they belong to my roommate."

"Your roommate knew about it too."

"Yup." Then I go on telling her the story about how I got mixed up. But I skipped the part on how Sarah showered me and dressed me like her Barbie doll.

"You need to go up and get changed to your swim suit right?" She asked.

"That is if you still want me to teach you how to swim."

"Yeah, you promised me that, didn't you."

"Okay, you can stay here. I'll be right back."

"No, I want to go with you." Jenny said.

"Come along then."

She took a pink bathrobe and wrapped it around her body.

"Let's go." She said. Somehow, I had this feeling that she was up to no good, but, nevermind about that. I had to follow or else she might let the cat out of the bag.

We walked up the stairs to level 6 whith her wearing nothing but her swimsuit, then I unlocked the door. Everything was tidier than Jenny's room, at least clothes are not laying everywhere, but hung up nicely. I went to my drawer and took out my swim suit.

"Wow. Looks like you're really into it."

"I don't have much choice, do I?" I shrugged.

As we walked towards the door, Jenny stopped me. 

"Wait! Hold on. You've seen me changing to my swimsuit. I think it's only fair for me to watch you change."

"But..." I stammered.

"Or else I'll let all the girls know you're a freaking crossdresser."

I had no choice but to comply. I unbuttoned the blouse, removed the bra and the silicon paddings. It was a racer back bra, so there wasn't any hook for me to unhook. Jenny stared at me as I removed my skirt, waiting for what was about to happen. She saw the shape of my little member underneath the cotton panties. She brought up her right hand so she could touch it, but I took a step back. I turned around and removed the panties.

"Turn around and face me. I want to see." She was curious.

I turned towards her reluctantly. I stepped in and slid the swimsuit up as fast as I could and put the two straps over my shoulder in seconds. Again, I was in this swimsuit.

To be honest, I enjoyed the funny feeling of lycra hugging my body. I observed my crotch and this time, I couldn't believe what I saw. The tightness of the swimsuit squeezed my penis into a very feminine mound and my penis literally flattened. I put a T-shirt over my head and wore tight?FBT shorts?.

I packed my school bag with my swimming accessories, and we headed down to collect her bag before we went to the pool.

The pool wasn't crowded at this point of time. I taught her how to float on water in few simple steps which I've learnt from my coach during primary school.

We had a quick one hour lesson. She wasn't a quick learner as I did a lot of demonstration till we're both tired.

Then Jenny and I went to the showers. Girls were all over the showers, some were in their bras and panties while others were just wrapped around in their towels. Somehow, no one was fully naked. Jenny walked in front of me and blocked my view of the girls.

We went inside a cubicle each. I hung my bag on one of the hooks, and took a quick shower and started to get erect again. I took out the towel and dried myself. Then, I reached inside to take out my clothes, shorts, T-shirt... Wait, the bag is empty now. I tried to search for any form of underwear fanatically but I couldn't find any.

I only had a towel, the shorts and the T-shirt which I had worn earlier. Given the tightness of the shorts, if I were to have any erection accidentally, it would be very obvious.

I don't have much choice left but to knock though the cubicle wall.

"Jenny, can... can you help me, and go back to my dormitory... to retrieve my underwear?" I stammered.

"Why?"

"I..." I swallowed some saliva and said, "I've forgotten to bring my underwear. If I were to go out in those shorts, it would be too obvious."

"I'm lazy. Have you tried wearing just the shorts yet? Why don't you wear the shorts and let me see, we'll decide after that."

I knew I couldn't, but I wore the shorts anyway. I put on the T-shirt and opened the cubicle. Jenny was right outside waiting for me, in a tight T-shirt and a blue skirt. Beneath the shorts, there was a little tent pointed directly at her.

"Don't come out." She said. "You're right, it's kinda creepy. You need something to keep it in place. I have an idea! I'll go to the lost and found to see if I can get you something, so I don't have to go back to your room. It's really far."

She walked away while I closed the door behind me. Five minutes later, she returned.

"Open the door. There's a pair of pink panties. I have no idea who they belonged to. It is the cleanest pair of panties that I could find." I opened the cubicle door, she stood there holding up the pink panties with white polka dots which were obviously too small for me.

"But these are too small." I told her.

"The others were too dirty. Suit yourself, if you want to stay in that cubicle. But let me remind you that more girls will be flocking in later when the water polo team finished their training."

I take the panties from her and close the cubicle door. She stopped the door from closing by putting her hand on the door. "I want to see."

'Haven't she seen enough?' I thought to myself.

I removed the shorts and hang them up beside the bag. I stretch one leg hole wide enough to put my leg in. She was watching my every move. She was enjoying it, to my dismay. I'm sure she'd enjoy it further if she had a big cup of popcorn or a cozy couch.

I put my other leg in and pulled the panties all the way up. It was made of nylon so it was pretty elastic. Soon, the panties made me squirm as they were too small. I tried to position the panties so they wouldn't be so tight but nothing I did really helped. Just as with the swimsuit, my penis was not very obvious as compared to when I wore the shorts. I could feel the panties between my butt cheeks.

"Wait, let me get you a bra as well. You look too flat to be a girl. I saw a bikini bra that could fit you. And to prevent you from running..."

Jenny came inside the cubicle and squeezed in with me. She took my shorts and ran away. She knew I couldn't chase after her without wearing any shorts.

Minutes later, she returned with a red bikini and a purple mini skirt.

"Wear this." I took off my shirt and she handed me the red bikini. I wrapped the bikini around my chest and over my shoulder. I tried to tie a knot but it was never tight enough. It was so loose that if I were to shake my body a little, it would be out of position.

Jenny couldn't stand watching and not helping so she spun me around and tied the back strap with a butterfly knot. Then she tied the neck strings with another butterfly knot.

"Where are my shorts?"

"I put them in the lost and found." She grinned mischievously. I almost fainted.

"It should be easy for you to wear this anyway since you're already in a skirt almost every other day. It's free size and I think it will look good on you. And hurry up, I'm hungry."

I slid the mini skirt up. It was elastic so it was pretty easy, like she said. The hem of the skirt only reached my mid thigh. Any movement might cause accidental exposure, even walking up the stairs. I wore the T-shirt over me and pulled the skirt down a little.

"That should make you experience more than you would have. *Experience more of what?* Let's go back to your room and change out of those panties. It's unhygienic to wear someone else's underwear. I would go commando if I were you." She laughed.

I smiled back awkwardly. We returned to my room. I was very relieved to see Sarah wasn't back yet. Jenny went inside and sat on my bed

"I don't know if those panties are clean or not, so I guess you better change into your own. Perhaps you should shower again too."

"I know. I don't like wearing dirty underwear either." I walked to my cupboard and took out pair of white school regulated cotton panties.

"Victoria, we're not having lesson! You should really wear something different. Don't be like those nerds!"

"But I didn't bring any panties to school. It's not as if I knew that I'd become a girl here. It's because of the administration of this fucking school."

Jenny walked to Sarah's drawer and fumbled around in her stuff. She pulled out a pair of red stringed panties. It was similar to the ones I wore last night. I knew she wanted me to wear them, so I pulled the skirt down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Then I pulled the panties down and sat on my bed with my naked butt. I rose up my left leg and pulled the pink panties out.

"It seems like someone is really excited to wear these panties and they will match your bra!" Jenny shrieked as she waved the red panties in front of me.

I pulled the panties off of the remaining leg and Jenny put Sarah's panties beside me. She was staring at my cock. I stood up and tried to tie a knot, but being bad with knots, I just couldn't get it right.

"Jenny, can you help me with this?" I asked sheepishly.

"Are you serious?" She exclaimed and glared at my naked lower body. "I've never seen anyone who needs help in wearing underwear before."

"Just not this type, I only wore boxers and briefs before I came here. And just to add on, these belong to my roomie, they're not even mine." I replied.

"True, will she do anything if she finds out you're wearing her panties?"

"I'm not sure. I hope not. She's really nice most of the time. She knows I'm a guy anyway." Of course I did not tell her that Sarah actually dressed me up in her panties. God knows what Jenny would do if she were to know that Sarah allowed me to wear her panties.

Jenny kneeled in front of me and took the panties away from my hand. She slid the panties between my legs and fed them between my thighs. Jenny tied the left string first. She held my penis with her index finger and her thumb delicately, as if I was some kind of fragile rock that would disintegrate. She carefully positioned my penis behind the red fabric. She tied the right string with a butterfly knot and carefully positioned the red panties so it would provide maximum coverage.

It was pretty tight and it wouldn't be easy to spot that I have a cock. I do have a mound, but it looked totally like a pubic mound or a mons pubis that some women have.

"The boys will be jealous when they see you, you're such a beauty, I swear." Jenny said sarcastically.

I put the skirt back on and we went for lunch together (or should I call that high tea?) at a cafeteria that was about 10 minutes walk away from our dorm.

When we reached the cafeteria, there weren't many people around. Only five out of the 60 tables were filled up. We ordered our own food at the cafeteria and sat at an empty table. I had pasta and Jenny ordered rice. Jenny ate faster than me then she 'accidentally' dropped her purse on the floor. She went under the table to pick it up. Then, I felt something at my left waist, it was Jenny. Jenny loosened the butterfly knot on my panties.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I whispered at her.

"Just having some fun!" She grinned as she loosened the right one and pulled the panties out and quickly put them in her bag.




Identity Crisis 07



"That's not funny." I retorted. I quickly picked up my bag and placed it over my lap to prevent exposure. I knew that there is was one and half inche tent in the skirt if I didn't.

"Let's go back, commando style!" Jenny stood up and picked up her tray.

"Wait up." She walked away with her tray.

I had to return my tray, but if I did, there's no way I could hide the tent that is protruding from my groin. I boosted my courage, stood up and carried the bag. I picked up the tray, ignoring my hard on, and quickly placed the tray at the returning station. After which, I put the bag in front of me and carried it with one shoulder. I covered my crotch with the bag. I walked quickly to catch up with her.

"Why did you do that?" I said angrily.

"For fun!" She boasted her achievement, she took the panties from her bag. I took the panties from her and put it in my own bag. I can't wear the panties now.

We walked back to our room. Jenny went back to hers and I went back to mine. Sarah wasn't back yet, so I put her panties back into her drawer without washing. It wasn't worn for more than half an hour anyway.

I took one of her white cotton panties that had a red daisy sewn in front. I sat on my bed and gave a sigh as I slid the panties up.

Since there wasn't any homework, I decided to take a short nap while waiting for Sarah to come back.



Identity Crisis 08



I fell into a deep sleep and unknowingly it was 8 o'clock already. Sarah came back in her ice skating attire, wearing a dark pink leotard and a skirt over it. 

Sarah tried to nudge me up, but I did just ignore her. She looked around and saw her open drawer. She saw all her underwear was in a mess due to Jenny's rampage while looking a pair of panties for me. She was angry. She came to my bed and nudged me further, but I gave her a slap on her thigh. Her mischievous instinct made her came up with a solution that would definitely wake me up.

She took a shower and changed to her slip with a proper bra and panties. Then she slowly waited for late night to execute her plan.

She lifted up my skirt and pulled the panties out from my legs slowly. Then, she removed the skirt with ease due to the elastic waistband. She lifted my shirt to my chest level, revealing the stringed bra I'm wearing and untie the knot easily. The shirt is the only thing that stopping her from accessing my full body but it did not hold its line well as after struggling several times, raising my hands and turning my body around, my shirt is finally removed. After that, she covered me with my blanket. 

She walked to an electrical control box and she activated the knob.

RINGGGGG!!!

All electricity was shut off and fire alarm was sounded off. Sarah rushed back to the room and nudged me hard enough to wake me up. I woke up groggily, and then I realized that there was an alarm. I knew we had to evacuate. 

"Quick, wear this, we need to leave." Sarah threw me her purple robe and a padded racer back bra.

"Why am I naked?"

"I don't know." Sarah replied. "We don't have any fucking time for you to wear any fucking panties. We're staying at the top most level. Wear your fucking bra quickly, so you'll look like you have some breast." 

She held up the robe and I let my back faced her and put my arm into the two sleeves. Unknowingly, I slapped one of the sleeves against her breast. She blushed, but decided not to say as it was truly accidental. 

We walked down the stairs to join approximately one hundred students who had gathered at the open space below. Because of the way the robe flapped open when I walked, I had to hold the waist close to my hip. The breeze would often give me a very gentle blow at my genital. 

"If anyone asked what you were doing, you say you were having a shower when the alarm sounded off. Understand?"

I nodded my head. 

Soon, minutes later, attendance was taken by two female senior. I stayed with Sarah until someone tapped me at my left shoulder. I turned to the left and saw that there was no one. Someone tapped me on my right shoulder again, I turned around and Jenny head was just inches away from mine. 

"BOO!" Jenny shouted. She was wearing a yellow sun dress.

I took a few steps back and I almost fell. 

"Let's go to a quieter area, it's very noisy here." Jenny said.

I walked up to Sarah and told her that I'm leaving with Jenny for a moment, told her that we will be back soon. Sarah gave me an acknowledging nod.

Jenny brought me to a bench far away from the gathering area. As we had both our attendance taken, we need not rush to return. We sat down and had a small conversation on random things like speculating what was the cause of alarm then decided it could be just a fire drill exercise and why the school must issue underwear. 

Jenny switched the topic by asking, "Why are you in bathing robe?"

"I was showering."

"And your hair is not even wet." Jenny said sarcastically.

"I just stripped."

"Oh, really? Why were you wearing a bra then?" She pointed at my chest with budding breast. I blushed immediately as she saw through the slight contour due to the padding. "What panties are you wearing?"

"I'm not wearing any." 

Jenny stared at me for a few seconds. "Are you serious?" She asked.

"I wasn't quick enough. My roommate was rushing me."

She looked at me in disbelief. "Let's play a game, guess the color of my panties, if you're right, you'll wear my panties."

Her idea suddenly got me excited. My penis couldn't control itself and decided to peek by appearing slightly between the flaps of the coat. I adjusted my coat but there was still a small dent at my groin. 

"White," I said.

She boldly stood up and lifted her skirt up. She wasn't wearing school regulated white panties, but she was wearing a pair of panties that was full of multi-colored polka dots! She dropped the panties and handed me the warm panties. "It would be hard not to get it right and since you did, here is your gift. Wear it while it's still warm!" She laughed. 

I untie the robe wear the panties, it was weird and funny to snuggle into someone else's panties after they had worn it for a long time. 

Soon, we returned to the gathering area. Jenny and I parted ways as I returned to Sarah's side.

"So what were you up to?" Sarah asked.

"My friend lent me a pair of her panties knowing that I didn't wear any." I laughed.

"How?"

"She just lent it to me." And Sarah did not probe further after that.

Twenty minutes later, a siren grabbed our attention. It was sound off purposely by the seniors who were in charged.

"Attention, the fire alarm was activated due to a fault in the system. We are very sorry for the inconvenience caused. You may return to your room now."

Sarah and I returned to our room, the stairs was filled with girls and movement was slow. 

When she entered the room, she opened the cupboard showed me the messy drawer containing her intimate stuff. Jenny had made a mess earlier on. Sarah glared at me and said, "I allow you to take my stuff doesn't mean that you could make a mess out of it. You need some discipline."

I can't really tell her the truth that another girl knew about what happened to me, as I knew she would take this opportunity to bully me. "I'm sorry, I was in a rush earlier."

"But sorry can't cure anything."

"Please don't punish me." My eyes reddened.

"Look like how pathetic you are now. I'll give you two options, either you sleep naked tonight or I'll spank you on your bare ass for being a naughty girl."

I stared at her. "Five!" She said calmly. 

"Wait, I don't want to sleep naked. I'll go with spanking." I said before she can count four. She nodded her head and sat on her bed. Knowing what's going to happen, I walked towards her and lie across her lap, belly down. She lifted up my robe and tugged the panties down. Sarah rubbed my ass with her finger and switched to tickling my butt-hole.

"Hey, stop! Aren't you going to spank me?" I squirmed and moved my body around. 

"I changed my mind." She circles around my butt-hole with her index finger, I tried to move around but she kept holding me down with her other hand. She slammed the middle finger right into my virgin butt-hole. She thrust it in and out a few times like a small cock which is comparable to mine. 

"No, stop..." I moaned. "Please, it's painful... Ahh..."

"Are you enjoying this?" She said as she continued to thrust her finger in and out like a penis inside a vagina.

"Ahh... No... stooop! It... It hurts..." Tears came out of my eyes. This was the first time that I was so humiliated. I've not fucked a single girl before, yet after coming to this school, I was finger-butt-fucked by my roommate.

"That's it. This is my punishment for you." She removed her finger swiftly and I was already hard.

"Kneel in front of me." She demanded. I stood up and pulled my panties up. I took the liberty to adjust the purple robe. However, in front of the purple robe, there's a small dent about one inch which I hope would go unnoticed.

"Who gave you permission to put on the panties? And whose pair of panties is that?"

"No one. It belonged to my classmate." 

"You won't be wearing that tonight, take it off." I stood up on my feet and slid down the panties under the robe. I can't believe how gullible I was and why did I obey everything she said. "Tonight, you'll wear this." She took out her green-white ice skating leotard made of spandex, which was hidden under her blankets. 

I don't know why was I so excited but as I look at her attire. It was like a swimming suit, but smaller, more stretchable and possibly thinner. "It looked so tight, I can't fit in." I lied even though I wanted to wear that.

"This was mine when I was a senior in middle school. I'm in school's figure skating team and this was my memory. However, for your punishment, you'll be wearing this. Now kneel down." 

I went to kneeling position and she wasn't wearing any panties. I could see her clean shaven vagina as she opened her legs slightly. "Oh my god!" I turned my blushed head to one side. This is the first time I saw her or any other girls in such close view. 

She opened her legs wide to a wide 70 degrees. "Victor, go ahead and lick it. Don't stop until I tell you to do so." I was too stunned to react. She shoved my head towards her clit. My tongue came out and began licking her clit hungrily. 

"Victor, that's right. Ahhh... don't stop..." She was moaning. I got really excited from her moaning. 

After a few minutes, Sarah was trembling violently and went into a shock for few seconds. I didn't stop. Her clit was already wet with a mixture of my saliva and her vaginal lubrication. For a quick moment, some of her fluid squirted onto my face. 

I licked most of those fluids, which I could reach, and then she gave me a signal to stop. I stopped licking and stood up. I could see her breast and nipples under her slip soaked with her sweat. I could not control myself and my hardened cock, which was peeking out, decides to cum. I shotgun her right directly on her slip in between her breast. White gooey semen flows down. 

"I guessed we need a shower. heehee." she laughed. Damn, I thought she would be mad. I opened up the robe and took few pieces of tissue papers to clean my limping dick. She did the same with her slip. 

I adjusted the robe to cover myself decently. Then I took a towel and walked to the shower cubicles. Sarah followed close behind with a towel. We went to two separate cubicles and I started to rinse myself with water and soap. 

After I was done showering, I dried myself with the towel and then wrapped my body with it. I walked out of the cubicle and saw that Sarah was outside waiting for me. She was only wrapped with a towel that left very little for my imagination. 

We went back to the room and she took a new yellow slip and wore it in front of me with the towel still underneath the slip. Then she pulled the towel out from underneath the slip. All the while, I was waiting there, staring at her. She was just too good at concealing her body.

Sarah took out a pair of pink flimsy panties that was almost translucent and two large pads. Then she sticks the pad on the panties and wears the panties. "Victoria, I'm sorry to say but I'm going to start my period soon. I promise you that after my period is over, we'll have more fun and games like today, alright?"

I nodded even though I'm disappointed that she was having period and we can't have our games anymore for few nights.

After which, she came in front of me and made me drop the towel to the ground. For the unknown number of time, I was stark naked in front of Sarah. However, this time was different, I did not resist, and in fact, I'm feeling comfortable in front of her. 

She took the other pad and sticks it onto her old ice skating leotard. It was not an easy task to stick the pad onto the groin part of the leotard when the pad is three times bigger than it was. She got frustrated and threw the pad into the nearest bin. 

"I don't think I have a smaller pad that can suit this. But I really want to see you in this." Sarah looked at my groin and said. 

"Perhaps, tomorrow I can go with you to the ice skating rink in school wearing this. I'll wear normally tonight."

"You're right. Swimming suit is not as pretty as these ice skating leotards. But still, you're not punished for messing up my drawer." I'm speechless. She was truly an angelic devil whose sole purpose is to mete out punishment for me.

Sarah went to her drawer and pick up another pair of pink flimsy panties, identical to the one she was wearing right now. She took another pad and sticks the pad onto the panties. "Here, wear this." She tossed the panties to me reluctantly. 

Suddenly, she looked at me wearing nothing but a pair of padded panties and gave an evil grin. "Here, you can wear just like this. Tonight, you'll sleep on my bed. With that extra heavy duty protection, I'm not afraid of you leaking and do not leak a single word to anyone. Off the lights and hop on." 

She sat on her bed and waited for me. I switched off the lights and walked towards her bed. She was already lying on her bed. I lay myself down near the edge of her bed stiffly. I didn't know what to do. 

Suddenly, Sarah legs crossed over my thigh and she wrapped her arms around me. I felt a piece of meat on my left shoulder. She was naked! I'm not sure if she was wearing panties but I could felt her smooth body. I was in ecstasy after I inferred that this is what she meant by punishment.

I turned my body to the left and faced her. I couldn't see her but I move my head nearer to hers. It did not take long for us to lock our lips together and I could smell her sweet body scent. My right hand went under her torso and began sliding up and down her back. My left hand wasn't idling as it groped onto her right breast and began to carcass it. 

Then she climbed above me and sat on me. She adjusted herself and started grinding my dick between the two pads and the panties. She giggled. I could see her breasts moving up and down despite the darkness. 

Sarah leaned close and whisper to my ear. "Call me Cowgirl Sarah!" She sat right above my cock and continued to grind me. 

"Cowgirl Sarah." I said softly, just enough for her to hear.

For a normal guy with a normal size penis, the panties would be too tight due to the difference in anatomy between a guy and a girl even without a pad. However, for the first time I can feel the tightness of the panties with the pad and her constant grinding. She was rubbing my groin with hers.

"I'm cumming!" I attracted her attention. She stopped her movement move towards her side of the bed. She placed her hand over my padded groin and start massaging like what I did to her left breast. Soon, warm gooey feeling surrounds my groin. I knew I had just did it again, and she knew what happened too as she could sense the change in temperature.

"You're a naughty boy." She giggled. 

We leaned close to me and we were hugging and kissing each other. Our hands were groping and touching each other's body. 

After a while, we're both sweating and tired. Her head came close to my ear and whispered. "I think it's time for you to take a bath." She licked my earlobe and I shook my head, as it's ticklish. 

"Yeah. I can manage by myself." I stood up and grabbed a towel. I used the towel to wrap around my body. I opened the door and walked to the showers. I had another quick shower and disposed the pad. I wore back the panties and went back to our room. 

I took another new pad from her drawer and pasted the pad onto the panties. There are wings on the pad, so I carefully try to make sure the left and right side are balanced. One good thing about winged pad that I realized is that it is extra sticky to the panties.

Sarah looked like she was sleeping. I lied down beside Sarah. She smiled and put her arms across me. We hugged each other to sleep that night with our bare bodies except for the skimpy panties we're both wearing. Although both of us are wearing heavy duty padded panties, that didn't stop us from hugging each other to sleep. 



Identity Crisis 09



Next morning, Sarah woke up earlier than I did. She put on a slip and woke me up. I was still wearing her panties. My lower body was still sore from last night's ejaculation. 

Although I did not have any wet dream the previous night, my pad was soaked with urine. Last night, in the middle of the night, I wanted to go to washroom, but Sarah was hugging me so tight that I don't want to risk waking her up. Eventually, I didn't go to the washroom and I did my business right on her bed. Luckily, for me, it was a heavy-duty pad, the pad managed to contain all the urine in it and none leaked out.

As my groin was soaked in urine for quite a long while, rashes began to surface. It was very uncomfortable that I walked awkwardly to the showers with the towel. I came back from the shower with a towel wrapping around me. I'll be starting my lesson with physical education today, so I had to wear sports kit. 

Sarah had already worn her normal school attire. Like all other mornings, Sarah purposely picked for me my attire for the day. This time round, she picked a school regulated pink panties and pink sports bra. She also helped me with inserting a pair of silicon insert that made me look like I have a decent B cup. The sports kit is a combination of a white t-shirt, a black shorts and a white sports shoe. 

Before I get to wear anything, Sarah made me lie down on my bed and powdered my groin. She did not leave any inch that would be covered by the panties left not powdered. She helped me into the pink panties and the bra. I wore the sports kit myself after that. 

"Victoria, if I remembered correctly. Few years back, our first physical education was simple as well. You'll be made to run few rounds around the track, then play some games. Once that is done, you'll get to change and go to the next class."

"Really?"

"Yea, do make sure you're not the last few in the run. Or else the teacher will punish you by making you run more than what is required and it is really boring to run alone."

"What's your class later?" I asked.

"English lesson and that is another really boring class."

"Wouldn't all your class be boring then?" I giggled. 

"Indeed. That would be the perfect word to describe all my classes. Victoria, let's go for breakfast. Or else we will be running late later. Remember to pack clean clothes and underwear."

We went to cafeteria to have our breakfast before we parted ways. 

I headed to the school multipurpose field for assembly. There were about one fifty student. 

Jenny saw me right away and tapped my shoulder. "Hi! Victoria!" I was caught by surprise that she noticed me. She was wearing similar white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. I could notice that her purple bra lines underneath the white t-shirt.

"Hey Jenny, how's life?" I replied.

"As usual, when are you going to return my stuff to me?" She was referring to the panties. 

"I've not washed it yet, I'll return after washing. Is that deal?"

"Deal!" She grinned. I have totally no idea what's on her mind at that instance, and I do suspect something really wicked will happen today.

"Are you wearing non-regulated underwear again?"

"Uh..." She paused for a while and said, "Is purple that obvious?"

I nodded. 

"Let's hope that they wouldn't check today. Purple is my favorite color." She giggled. 

A teacher shouted across the assembly area with a loudhailer. "Year 1 ladies, please gather in 5 minutes. If you are not ready in 5 minutes, you will be deemed late."

As more people started to gather at the assembly area, another announcement was made. "Ladies, you have another 3 minutes to gather. If you are not ready by then, you will be considered late. I repeat myself again, you have another 2 minutes."

I wondered why the teacher wants to keep making announcement when most of the students had already gathered at the assembly area. A middle aged athletic female teacher wearing a pink sports bra and black tights stood in front of the fifty students. 

"Attention ladies, you can call me Sunny. Welcome to the first lesson of physical education. Before every class, you'll be made to run two rounds around the track over there. If you are slower than six minutes, you'll be made to run another two rounds. After that, you'll be break up into several smaller groups to play games. You are not allowed to miss any physical education unless you are sick or you have valid reason, and all reasons are to come with proper documentation, for example, a sick note signed by none other than school doctor herself. Now, ladies, stand up and do some warm up. Stretch properly because cramps will not be an excuse not to run." 

After the warm up, we started our run and lucky for Jenny and me, both of us finished within the six minutes timing. The game today was tennis. I paired up with Jenny and we were against Stephanie and Macy from another class. Sunny showed us some basic techniques to serve and return the tennis ball. After that, we were left to our own to practice while Sunny walked around the place to rectify our techniques. 

After that, the teacher blew a whistle and we went to the assembly area to gather again. "Well done ladies, no one was late today and all ran within the timing given. As a reward, you ladies can have an extra ten minutes to change and wash up before your next class. The lesson is over and you may go now."

"She kept calling us ladies, but I wondered what if she found out you're not even one!" Jenny whispered to my ear.

I sat right up and remembered that I'm a boy in girl's attire here. "Don't," I pleaded. 

"Give me your school regulated panties and bra later. You can take mine or continue to wear the sweaty and stinky ones." Jenny demanded. 

I took at least five seconds to think through the consequences and replied. "I'll take your panties but I'll wear the sports bra. I don't think your bra is school regulated right?"

"Bingo! It's bright red in color!" She literally shouted. "Let's go grab a cubicle before there's no more space. You can't use the community shower with your fake boobs and the worm between your legs." I blushed.

"Let's hurry up."

At the changing room, it was fully packed with people. Some were in their bras and panties, while others were still in their kits. I guess they have the decency not to be fully naked in changing room as well. 

There was only one empty cubicle for showers left. Jenny grabbed my hand and dragged me into the cubicle. "Let's shower together. It'll be easier for us to swap clothes as well." She already removed her t-shirt and put it in her bag. Then she hung her bag at one of the hooks. "What are you waiting for?"

I reluctantly remove my shirt as she was already in her bras and panties. "I'm not going to let you have advantage unless you remove everything!" She demanded.

Jenny suddenly squat down and yank down the shorts and panties together. My bare penis was right in front of her. I almost shouted but she quickly covered my mouth with her hands. "You're slower than my great grandmother that I had to do this." 

I removed all my clothes and the two inserts and put them inside the bag one by one. Then Jenny removed her panties and bra. With such little space between us and even though I've saw her body before, I didn't touch any inch of her skin before. Right after both of us were fully naked, Jenny turned on the shower head and ice cold came out. 

"The heater doesn't seem to be working in this cubicle. We need to shower quick before we freeze!" Jenny said. 

Actually, in such a small cubicle, it is unavoidable that we touch each other accidentally. Moreover, in fact, I tried to brush her nipple accidentally with my elbow and forearm while rinsing. My penis had also touched her thigh several times in its active state. I'm not sure if these actions are due to accidents or she was trying to be provocative. Nevertheless, I tried to act as normally as I could. 

"I'll help you scrub your back." Jenny offered. I turned around and she used her smooth hand to help me massage my shoulder and back. Her skills for that was very relaxing, I closed my eyes and enjoyed her massage. 

"It's my turn now." Just when I was enjoying her scrubbing, Jenny turned herself around and let her back face me. I trembled as I touched her back. Then she said, "We don't have all day, hurry up!" I picked up all my courage, but I don't know why I need courage to scrub someone else's back. Soon, we used our own towels and wiped our bodies dry. 

She covered her back with a towel and looks for a set of clean bra and panties in my bag. She opened my bag and take out the clean set of pink bras and panties. She puts the bra and panties on the hook, took out a pair of very small tight purple thong from her bag, and hands it over to me. 

"Are you sure you don't want the bra?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's too obvious to wear purple bra under our white school uniform. It is very visible under the blouse." I replied.

"You're so scared of the system. I'll wear my bra while you wear yours then." She said sarcastically. Jenny took out her purple bra from her bag and wore the bra. "I knew you have something extra between your legs, that's why I picked the smallest thong I have. I bought the wrong size few months back and such a pity that I can't fit. You can choose not to wear it, but you can't wear back your panties as it is going to be quite wet." Jenny reached inside my bag and took out the panties, which I wore earlier and dropped it on the wet floor. The panties soaked up most of the water instantly that a large area of the panties became damped. 

I was surprised that she did that, but she knew my secret and I can't do anything to her. If she were to go to the teachers, I would face disciplinary actions and probably being expelled. I wouldn't want to disappoint my parents, so I had to go according to her plans. I can't risk any chances of her going to the teachers.

Looking at the size of the panties, I knew she had this idea since yesterday, because I had forgotten to bring the panties after the swim. Smaller panties would help me hold my dick but smaller panties would also cause discomfort. I took the thong and tried to wear it anyway. I managed to pull it up although I think it strained the thong material a little.

It wasn't the first time that I wore a thong, but this thong is so much smaller. Sarah's thong was just the right size as she and I could share panties as we're about the same frame and around 29 inches waist. Jenny on the other hand, has a much smaller waist and if the thong doesn't fit her comfortably, I don't think it can for me. Now the thong is stretching my inner thigh and my ball sack. With the rashes caused last night, I find it painful to walk few steps. 

I put on another pink racer back bra followed by the blouse and the skirts. She opened the door and we stepped out of the cubicle one by one. Few girls glanced at us. Their expression told me that they must have thought that we were lesbian. 

We went to our class together. We were ten minutes early for class. Only a couple of students arrived. We sat down and then our Physics teacher, Mrs. Judy came in. 

"Class, take out your textbook and flip open to page forty six. We will talk about Newton's Three Laws and we will discuss in depth about the third one."

Mrs. Judy went on for an hour. We were given a simple in-class work that is several calculations and we have to discuss that. Mrs. Judy walked around the class and observed while we were doing our work. 

"Jenny, please stand up." Jenny stood up and everyone eyes were looking at our direction. 

"Miss Jenny, are you wearing school panties?" 

"Yes Madam." She replied. With that, Mrs. Judy untucked Jenny's blouse and look through the holes of her waist to verify that she was wearing school regulated panties.

"Then why are you not wearing school regulated bra?"

"I lost it."

Mrs. Judy shouts at Jenny, "Why don't you lose yourself? Don't you have other bra? You girls are student and you ought to have discipline as a student. The school bras and panties are part of your uniform and there is absolutely no reason not to wear it." She shook her head before announcing her punishment. 

"Remove your blouse and your bra. You'll go topless for my lesson today." Everyone including me was shocked of what had she said.

Jenny hesitated to remove her blouse. "Do you want to do it yourself or would you prefer me to help you with that?"

Jenny slowly unbuttoned her blouse starting from the bottom one. Then, she removed her blouse. Everyone could see her purple bra. She unhooked from behind and removed the bra. Mrs. Judy took a box for her to put her blouse and bra. Then Mrs. Judy brought the box to the teacher's table right in front of the class. 

"Class, I repeat, I do not want to see anyone wearing non-regulated underwear. For those who are wearing anything that are not school regulated, own up now." Two girls put up their hands and of course, I didn't. Mrs. Judy passed the box to them and said told them to put their panties inside. 

"Class, now, everyone take out your panties and raise it up high. If you are wearing school panties, you have nothing to be afraid of. However, if you are not, you have one last chance to own up. But you'll be going bottomless for my class."

I panicked instantly. I could have owned up and just removed the panties, now I had to take off the skirt as well. What could I do? Mrs. Judy would definitely mark me as she did with Jenny. 

I boldly pretend to remove my panties, but in fact, I reached into my bag to retrieve the pink damp panties and raised that up. 

"You, stand up." She pointed at a girl behind me. "Take off your skirt. That is obviously not your school panties." Mrs. Judy walked around the class and catching people effectively. 

When she was near my seat, she signaled for me to stand up. "Why are your panties soaking wet?" 

"I dropped it while showering just now." Topless Jenny looked at my resourcefulness.

"Stand up." 

I stood up and the moment I did, she reached for my crotch beneath the skirt and start feeling. My penis hardened but I think the thong was holding it back. I'm quite sure that she felt my penis. Then she stopped feeling my groin but used her hand to cover my dick and try to feel the mound of my manhood under the thong and the skirt.

"See me after class." She stopped and said. By the end of the inspection, Jenny was topless, two girls did not wear panties and three girls were totally naked waist down. I was almost caught by this inspection. The class had another thirty minutes before it ends. 

Ten minutes before the class ends, Mrs. Judy returned everyone their skirt and Jenny's blouse, the bras and panties that violated school regulation were all confiscated. The class breaks up for lunch. 

"Victoria, follow me to the dean's office. I believe the dean would like to meet you, for you are a special student."

When the bell rings, Mrs. Judy brought me to the dean's office. This is the second time I saw the dean. The first time was on the first day of school and she gave a long talk. Mrs. Judy knocked and entered the room. The dean was working on something and I'm not sure if she noticed Mrs. Judy entered the room.

"Rose, Judy here, I think this student is special."

Her office was amazingly effeminate with a sweet perfume scent. Her walls were all in light pink, there was a three seated sofa, coffee maker and a big desk. On her desk was MacBook Pro with pink casing. Right at the center of her desk displayed a label, "Rose, Dean of Woodvale High School". 

Mrs. Rose looked up and asked Mrs. Judy. "How special is this student?"

Mrs. Judy went to lock the door and the window bind. "Remove your skirt and your panties." 

I just stood there and did not move. Mrs. Judy unzipped my skirt from the side skillfully and let it fall on the ground. I immediately covered my front and my back with my bare hands.

"Look like I was right, you're wearing another panties, and in fact, a sexy one too. Do you want me to remove your thong or you want to do it yourself."

She slides her fingers to the side of the thong and she tried to pull it down. I resisted and tried to pull it up. Eventually, she won the battle and the thong was pulled down to my knee level. I used my hand to cover my crotch. My penis had already beginning to hardened, but luckily, my hand is still slightly bigger than my penis and managed to conceal what was meant to be my secret. Mrs. Judy kneeled down and continued to hold on to the thong at my knee level, refused to let go.

Mrs. Rose walked in front of me and lifted my blouse up slightly. "Take your hands away." I refused, and kept on shaking my head. Mrs. Rose used her manicured hands, held my wrist, and moved both my hands away. 

"You're right, Mrs. Judy. Why are you in girls' uniform? By the way, this thong is far too tight for you. I'll ask my secretary get something for you. Meanwhile, take off your skirt and thong and take a seat on the sofa." 

I took off the thong and stepped out of the skirt. 

"Why does your groin area has rashes?" Mrs. Judy asked. At the same time, Mrs. Rose walked back to her desk and picked up the phone. 

Mrs. Rose picked up her phone, pressed some numbers and said. "Sandy, bring in a pair of panties, around your size."

"Well... I think the thong was too tight. I dropped my panties on the floor while changing and I had to borrow from a friend." I can't tell her that I wore pads and peed on the pad to sleep so I had to come up with something. 

Mrs. Judy gave me the signal to sit on the sofa beside her. I sat on the sofa. My butt tingles the moment it was exposed to the cold surface of the sofa. Mrs. Rose came back and sat on the other sofa. 

"Open your legs." Mrs. Judy said. I opened my legs slightly. Mrs. Judy wanted to see the severity of the rashes, but couldn't get a good view. She held on to my knee and opened it like a door. 

"Rose, do you have rash cream here? This poor guy here needs some rash cream." Mrs. Judy asked.

"Give me a moment. I know I had it somewhere." She opened one of her drawer and brought the rash cream as she walks over.

"Remain like this." Mrs. Judy commanded. Mrs. Rose passed Mrs. Judy the rash cream and Mrs. Judy put some on her fingers. Then she started to apply it on my rashes. My penis was erected into its full two inches length. She applied some cream around the shaft of my penis and the ball sack as well. 

"Don't wear anything; you need to air your groin area. Take this cream and apply it when you're alone, after that air it. The rashes will get better that way. I'm confiscating the thong as it is not within school regulation."

After that, both of them asked about what happened and I told them everything starting from the day I enrolled and the fault with the admin. I also told her how my roommate helped me with bras and taught me how to do simple make up to avoid suspicious. However, I skipped the part where I was bullied by Sarah and Jenny. Mrs. Judy and Mrs. Rose listened attentively to my story. 

"Do you remember the name of the admin who did this to you?" Mrs. Judy asked

"Nope, I don't."

"If you were given a choice, would you like to join the boys' class and be a boy once more? But as we did not have any uniform left for you, you need to be in girls' uniform until the start of next intake."

Before I could answer, a young office lady knocked the door and came in. Sarah walked towards us and passed a pair of school regulated pink nylon panties to Mrs. Rose. When she noticed that I had a 2 inches penis pointing upwards, her face blushed red immediately and turned around. 

"Madam, here are the panties. It was from lost and found. I'm not sure who it belonged to, but it looked clean to me." 




Identity Crisis 09



"Good, you may leave and do your work now. Don't tell anyone what you saw in here." Sandy left the room, leaving the three of us.

"Now, tell me your name." Mrs. Rose asked.

"Victoria."

"I mean the name before you came to this school. I don't think any sane parents would name you that." Mrs. Rose replied.

"Victor Janice, madam, the admin had keyed my name as Victoria into the system as well."

"Interesting... Would you like to join the boys in their class from tomorrow onwards? However, the condition is that you need to continue to wear blouse and skirt, as we don't have any spare. You need to wait until next intake until you get your shirt and trousers. In addition, since you're wearing girls' uniform, you are to wear panties and bra as well. That would be my condition to join back boys class. So you'll be doing all the activities with the boys but in girls' attire." Mrs. Rose said.

"Madam, I can't join the boys in this state. I think I would remain as Victoria." 

"Alright, you can wear this pair of panties and go and have your lunch now if I'm not wrong, Mrs. Mrs. Judy will be teaching you for after lunch as well." Mrs. Rose sighed as she handed me the panties. I quickly wear the panties in front of them. 

It was almost the end of lunch time and it is going to be Mrs. Judy's lesson again. I picked up the skirt and wore it.

I quickly went to have my quick lunch with a tuna sandwiches. Being in panties are so much comfortable than a tight thong. Especially with those rashes, every movement I made will hurt my groin.

Soon, we were back to class. We have one hour of class period with Mrs. Judy, as she is our class form teacher. This period is mainly for us to settle admin issues and for us to know each other.

Jenny asked what happened, and I told her that Mrs. Judy knew about it already. When she wanted me to elaborate, Mrs. Judy stepped into the class. 

"Welcome back from lunch. I hope you guys had an enjoyable lunch. For those who were not in uniform, please revert to the state you were before lunch." Mrs. Judy said. Jenny and the other girls who were bottomless or topless were shocked when they heard that.

"Victoria, remove your panties and skirt, for you were not in uniform as well. Ladies, for your information, Victoria is not like rest of you. As she was wearing a thong that was not within school regulation, she had some rashes on her groin. She had applied rash cream earlier, so now she'll remove her skirt and panties until the end of this period." Mrs. Judy continued. "Now, come to the front Victoria. They are your classmate; you don't have to be shy. Since you wanted to remain in this class, you have to bare your body and soul to them, as some of them have already bare theirs to you as well. Ladies, please treat Victoria as your sister in class after she had shown you her body."

I refused to walk to the front, as I didn't know what to do. I felt so lost, I didn't know what Mrs. Judy was trying to do. Jenny gave me a nudge and at the same time as Mrs. Judy was walking towards my desk. I prayed that Jenny would think of something or the bell would ring just five minutes after lunch to signal the one hour period is over. 

Mrs. Judy is in front of me now. "Do you want me to do it for you or would you like to do it yourself?" 

Mrs. Judy got impatient, grabbed me by my armpit, and pulled me up from my desk. Then she held my shoulder and dragged me all the way in front. 

"Please don't do this to me." I pleaded.

She took a scissors and said, "Do you want me to snip off the button of your skirt or are you going to do it." I started sobbing and slowly removed my skirt. When the skirt falls on the ground, everyone stared at me wondered why I was too shy to remove my skirt and panties since everyone in the class are girls.

I pulled my panties to my knees and a cool breeze blew on my penis, everyone in the class suddenly shrieked. The two girls who were bottomless used their hands to covered their crotch even though I had already seen it all already. I did not know what to say, but I was already crying. Tears couldn't stop flowing down my cheek. 

"Listen up class, let me explain, due to some admin issue, Victoria was assigned to this class. Ladies, please accept him for who he is and do not have any prejudice against him. He will be joining our class for at least a year more and if I'm not wrong, he will only join back the boys' class next year if he wants to." Mrs. Judy said.

Mrs. Judy paused for a while and continued, "He is having some rashes, so he had to apply some cream on his groin area. The rashes he had were due to wearing non-regulatory thong that is too tight for him. Victoria, pass me your rash cream." I took the tube of rashes cream from my skirts pocket and passed it to her. 

Mrs. Judy took a chair from the teacher's desk and positioned it right in front of the class. She ordered me to sit down and I did as she ordered. She had me open my legs wide and she applied the cream like earlier. The coolness of the cream caused my dick to erect. Mrs. Judy manhandled my penis and applied a very thick layer of cream on my groin area. I never felt so humiliated in my life, this is worse than what Sarah had done to me, at least no one else knows about it. 

"This is what happened when non-regulatory panties are worn." She emphasized again and pointed at the rashes near my ball sack and my groin. "Victoria, you can go back to your seat now. You can have the skirt and panties back later after this class."

I walked back to my seat.

She went on to describe the rules of the school and set some ground rules. Soon, an hour passed quickly. Mrs. Judy returned everyone their uniforms. 

After the class, the other girls surrounded me and asked me a lot of question, like how did I ended up in their class, why do I get rashes and one asked if I have any girlfriend. I tried to answer all of their questions. I didn't get any chance to wear the skirt and panties. Soon the class dispersed, as there were no more lessons for rest of the day.

"Where did you get the panties from?" Jenny sounded quite unhappy.

"The dean's secretary lent me because the thong was too tight. The dean wasn't happy that I wore such a tight thong and moreover, it wasn't part of school regulation, so she made her secretary go to the lost and found to try to find one for me." 

"So you let Mrs. Judy confiscate my thong?"

"Yup, I was caught for the purple thong as well."

"Do you want your panties back?" Jenny asked. 

I nodded. 

She removed her panties beneath the skirt and gave it to me. 

"Don't you think you should remove the cream before wearing the panties? That bitch was crazy to apply so much." I knew she was referring the bitch as Mrs. Judy for making her go topless for almost whole of today. 

"I think you're right. But how do I remove?" "I'll get you some tissue," She said.

"Thanks."

"Here you go." She handed me a piece of tissue and I used it to wipe away the excess cream around my groin. 

After that, I wore the panties and the skirt to cover my modesty that was on public display for past one hour. Jenny was now without panties. I could have passed her the panties that Sandy gave me, but I did not. We picked up our bags and left the classroom. 

Soon, we were back to our dormitories. We parted ways at the stairs and Jenny went back to her room. I changed my top to a t-shirt and wore a black skirt. I lay on my bed and removed my panties. Then I took the tube of cream and applied it on my groin as I hope the rashes will recover soon. For the next few hours, I just lay there and staring at the ceiling. Breeze from the window blew indirectly at my body. 

I fall in a deep sleep soon after. Sarah came back and nudged me to wake up. 

"Seems like someone is able to sleep without panties now," She said.

"Sorry Sarah. I didn't mean to. I had rashes and I applied this cream. I didn't want to dirty the panties, so I didn't wear any. And furthermore, airing it will enable it to recover faster." I didn't realize that my skirt had folded up and my penis is on public display again, but it didn't bother to adjust it as Sarah is my closest confident. 

"It's okay. I used to have rashes too, after menses as I had to wear the pad. I understand. I guess you're not ready for ice skating today."

"By the way, Sarah, I was caught. Now, my class knows I'm a guy as my teacher forced me to take off my skirt and panties in front of the class. Not only that, the dean knows as well."

Sarah was shocked to hear that. 

"What should I do now? I don't want to go back to class tomorrow. There's a girl who even said my dick was too small to big a guy and there is still one penis, so I can't be a girl. I really hate my school! I hate my class! I hate Mrs. Judy!" I got so agitated that I burst into tears. 

"I can hear you from here." A very similar voice came behind the door. The door opened and Mrs. Judy was standing behind the door. "You must be Sarah."

"Yes, I am." Sarah replied.

"Looks like you know about his little secret." Mrs. Judy said as she stared at my limped penis. "Actually, I'm here to inform Victoria that he is now transferred to another boarding school as they have attire for guys. It is approximately ten miles from here and we will be sending him there first thing tomorrow in the morning. You can't object to this decision that the dean had made."

She left the room without closing the door. Sarah went to the door and close it shut. She held my hand and put her body close enough to hug me. "Victoria, I don't want you to go." She started crying as well. 

We both cried together for like five minutes. Her arms and legs wrapped around me like an octopus. My penis was poking up her panties, I could feel her pad and I'm not sure if her vagina can feel my penis with that pad.

"Let's wash up and go for dinner together before the cafeteria closes." Sarah proposed. I quickly wear a pair of pink panties with a Clefairy character right in front. It belonged to Sarah but I just wear it anyway.

Both of us went to the cafeteria together and a group of five girls were stopped us as we were queuing for food. 

"Hey, look at that sissy." One of them jeered and the rest followed with their laughter. "Sissy, Victoria!" Another said, "How is it like to wear a skirt? Don't you like your pants and boxers?" 

"Go away." Sarah shouted. 

"Someone has a mummy to protect her." 

"Yeah, what panties is he wearing now? I bet she is wearing pink panties." One of them actually lifted up the hem of my skirt. Almost all the girls including the old lady serving food stopped what they were doing and looked at our direction.

"I was right! It is pink! And with a pink cartoon character too. Cathy, remember the five dollars you owe me!" One of them exclaimed. 

"Let's go before any teacher arrived." They left quickly, still giggling and laughing.

I sat down on the floor. This is getting too much for me. Sarah helped me up and made me sat on a chair. She helped me get some food to go and we went back to our room for our dinner. 

"I can't bear to leave you, but you need to go. You saw how rowdy and ill-disciplined these girls could be. You can bring the clothes that you like, including the bras and panties. I doubt they'll check. Let's eat our last dinner and don't forget about me. K?" 

"Alright. I think I'm going to get freed from here and it would be a good thing since my identity is exposed." I said as I started eating my pasta.

"I love you." 

"I love you too, Sarah." 

As soon as we had our dinner, we went to a shower together. We shared a cubicle just like I did with Jenny this morning. We wrapped ourselves with towels after the shower and head back to the room.

Sarah gave me a pink slip and she wore a yellow one. She took a panties wears it with a pad. I didn't wear any panties or bra. 

I packed my bag while Sarah was doing her homework. It became a very awkward moment for both of us. We did not utter any words after shower. 

"I'm done packing Sarah."

"Great, I'm done with my homework. Will you sleep on my bed tonight, like last night?" Sarah asked.

"Well, if you don't mind I'm not wearing any panties and I might pee on your bed." I joked.

"That's true. Considering you did peed last night." She laughed. 

"Hey, I wanted to go to the washroom, but you were hugging me so tight. And I didn't want to wake you up." I quickly retorted.

"Well, you have to wear panties and a pad tonight. This will be the last time that you'll wear panties and pad to sleep anyway. You can't wear them when your roommate is a guy."

"I really wish you'll continue to be my roommate so I get to wear your panties." 

"Me too, you're so cute. Take off your slip first and lie on my bed." 

I did as she requested while Sarah went to her drawer and picked up the pink stringed panties. She placed a pad over it and walked to her bed. She powdered me a little with her talcum powder. I lifted up my butt so she can slide it under me. Sarah tied the knots at the side to finish the job.

Sarah sat on her bed and made me rest my head on her thigh. She put her slip over my head and I could see her breast under her yellow slip.

"Suck my breast." She held my head nearer to her breast and intuitively, I started to suckle her breast like how an infant suckle their mothers. Her other hand was playing with my nipple, caressing every inch of my front torso. She moved her hand down and kneaded my small penis. There isn't any milk coming out from her as obvious, so I started biting and playing it with my tongue. She began to moan as I bite her nipple lightly.

"Off the lights," She said.

I went to off the lights wearing the pink panties. She had already removed her slip.

I glanced at her naked body one last time before I off the lights.

"Take me." She said. She removed her panties and untied the knot. 

I groped her breast and insert my two inches shaft into her vagina. Within seconds, I unloaded all I have into her. 

I was tired as I lay on her breast continue to bite her nipple. That night, we stayed like that. She hugged my head to sleep while I continue to bite her nipple and falls off to deep sleep.

-

The next morning, she woke me up with a smile. Our bed is stained of patches of blood. Some are due to her period, the rest are because she was a virgin. 

"Mrs. Judy will be here anytime soon. What are you going to wear, Skirts or jeans?" Sarah teased me.

"Jeans, with panties," I laughed.

She picked a pair of yellow panties with a cartoon of Pikachu in front where the crotch is and passed it to me. Since you're going to a new place, a bra would be too obvious. A pair of pink panties would be too cruel for the boys over there. I guess yellow would be alright. No one would be able to notice the Pikachu anyway. Here, take my skinny jean and my t-shirt. They're more feminine." She handed me a red shirt and a blue skinny jeans. 

Then she put a few panties and bras into a paper bag and passed it to me as well. "You can have this bag of panties and bras. Keep it safely. Don't forget to miss me. I'll miss you." 

"I'll miss you too, Sarah," I said.

I wore the panties and then the jeans. It look undeniably feminine on me, showing out the curves any girls would dream to have. Not only that, after I put the shirt on, the shirt fit me very tightly and it was so small that it barely covered my belly button. 

"Go off now. I think they're already waiting for you." Sarah gave me a hug before I left the room. 

Mrs. Judy and Mrs. Rose were already at the ground level waiting for me. She fetched me to another boarding school that's not too far away from here on a cab. Mrs. Rose had already taken care of the administrative processes and all I need to do is to blend into the school and be one of the many students in this school. 

I did not wear any panties after I removed the yellow panties in the new school. However, due to the size of my penis, I was often a target for bullies, but it wasn't as bad as the girls I met in Woodvale's cafeteria. I had a considerable enjoyable life after high school as I progressed to college. Right after college, I had a stable job as an accountant. Few years after graduation, I married Sarah and had two kids.

Sometimes I thought to myself if I was a boy in girls' clothes or a girl in boys' skin during high school. Nevertheless, with Sarah as my wife, we can always go back to those days, where I get to wear panties and bra. Both of us would just reminisce those few days in high school when we first met.

~ The End ~



Identity Crisis



The wind was especially cold today, Fiona noticed, as she trudged glumly through the early morning chill, headed for another dull day at school. The icy breeze, almost painful against the tiny bit of skin she'd left exposed, whipped her long, dirty blonde hair messily about her pale face, making the poor girl bitterly regret losing her favorite wool knit cap. 

She could've driven, of course, but despite the miserable weather, she liked to walk to school. It wasn't far, and she didn't want to give the juvenile delinquents at her school the chance to vandalize one of her most prized possessions. And as an added bonus, she found the five minute walk was just invigorating enough to make sure she was nice and alert for the ordeal that was the average day at high school. 

Not that her school was particularly bad, no worse than any other, anyway. But Fiona found she was happiest hanging around with a small group of close friends, and the crush of people she faced every time she walked through those front doors was physically and mentally draining. It had gotten to the point where she took great pains to go unnoticed, purposely choosing drab clothes and hairstyles so as not to stand out too much. 

Today, as on most days, her long hair was brushed out straight, and she wore very little makeup. Her lithe, lean form was mostly hidden under a pair of faded Levis and a semi-fitted Led Zeppelin t-shirt. But despite all her efforts, she still garnered more attention than she liked, mostly due to her striking violet eyes and her lovely, heart-shaped face. She'd gotten a pair of thick-rimmed glasses once, in a vain attempt to tone herself down a bit, but started leaving them at home when the 'sexy librarian' jokes had frayed her nerves almost to the breaking point. 

Thankfully, for the sake of Fiona's sanity, high school boys had a pathetically short attention span. She did attract a great deal of male attention at first, but after a while of not responding to their advances, they tended to move on to their next potential conquest. An unfortunate side effect of this was the rumors that had begun to spread about her sexuality, but if it kept the boys off her back, Fiona could stomach the derision and ridicule. 

Fiona arrived at school a half hour early, as per usual, and headed straight for the library, where she knew her best friends would be waiting. She shrugged out of her wool coat and scarf when she crossed the threshold into the building proper, thankful that her locker was on the way to the library. The slim blonde strode purposefully past the students milling about in the hallway, ignoring any whispers or glances directed towards her, even as the occasional "dyke" or "lesbo" reached her ears. It was almost a daily thing now, so it didn't bother her as much as it once did, but Fiona did still cringe inwardly whenever she heard it. There was always such hate and condescension in their voices, and it hurt, no matter how much she tried to pretend it didn't. 

She breathed a great sigh of relief when she finally reached her locker, and quickly stuffed her coat and scarf inside. But not quickly enough, it seemed. When she slammed the door shut, the smirking face of Paul Stevens was waiting on the other side, wearing a leer that made her skin crawl even as his eyes roved up and down her lean body. 

Fiona tried to steer around him and scurry off down the hallway, but the tall, rangy teenager moved quickly to block her way. 

"Whoa, whoa, where you goin', gorgeous? I just wanna talk." 

The blonde sighed loudly, refusing to meet his gaze. "Look, would you just move, please? I've got somewhere I need to be." 

"Hey, I'm just trying to be friendly, okay? No need to get uppity about it. I've seen you around school, and I thought we could spend some time together, maybe get to know each other a little better." 

"I'm not trying to be rude here, okay? But I'm really not interested, and I really do have work to do, so if you don't mind-" 

"I've heard the rumors about you, you know," Paul said glibly, smoothly cutting her off as she tried to move around him again. "I guess they're true, then. You really are a fuckin' carpet-muncher." 

Fiona's temper finally flared up then. "What, just because I'm not interested in you then I must be a lesbian? First of all, how fucking arrogant are you? And second, go to hell, you pig!" 

She shoved past him forcefully, just barely resisting the urge to drive her knee into his balls, and marched quickly down the hallway towards the library, trembling with tightly suppressed rage. She half-expected to hear Paul's heavy footsteps coming after her, but the hallway was deathly silent after her little outburst. Some of the girls even looked impressed as she passed them, and Fiona took a moment to feel proud of herself for standing up to him. With any luck this spectacle would put those ridiculous rumors to rest once and for all. 

When Fiona finally reached the library, her sanctuary, she immediately felt calmer, more at peace. It was a big, diverse collection, and walking among the stacks always set her mind to running. The shy blonde was a great lover of literature, and something about being surrounded by the accumulated knowledge of human history, everything from Confucius to Carl Sagan, made her feel as if the world made more sense here than anywhere else. Here, logic and reason ruled, and the right words in the right order could change the world. Here, no one cared about what silly rumors were flying around, and the four years of high school were but a cosmic eyeblink. Here, ignorant misogynists like Paul Stevens were quickly forgotten in the annals of human history, and civilization continued its slow but inexorable march toward enlightenment with or without them. 

Outside of this room, it was all too easy for myopia to rear its ugly head, and for even Fiona to forget how big the world really was. That all of this trouble would be behind her very soon. That they were all living in Plato's cave, seeing only the shadows on the wall, with no inkling of the true shape and scope of reality. 

"Fi! Over here!" 

Fiona's head snapped around, and she smiled as she saw three girls sitting around a table in one of the study rooms set off to the side of the main library, one of them waving excitedly at her, the rest smiling warmly in her direction. Lisa Andrews, Daisy Wills, and Rianne Maslow, her three best friends in the world. Seeing them always lifted her spirits. 

Lisa, ever enthusiastic, leapt from her seat and threw her arms around Fiona's neck, her thick, brown curls tickling the blonde's nose as they embraced. "Hey, girl!" she said, beaming. "How are things?" 

"Hey, guys," Fiona replied, giving the other girls a small wave as she and Lisa separated. "Well, you know, the same as usual, Lise. Assholes giving me grief in the hallway. But I just close my eyes and think of Paris, and the will to murder slowly fades away." She laughed, not without humor, and the other girls joined in. 

"Preach, sister," Daisy said, raising an imaginary glass, her honey brown eyes sparkling, wavy auburn hair spilling across her face. "This school will do it to anyone. Ten times a day I'm picturing myself with my hands around someone's neck. And that's on the weekends." 

They all laughed merrily, and Fiona took her seat between Lisa and Rianne, finally feeling comfortable for the first and likely only time that day. 

"So who was it today?" Rianne asked in her soft, lilting voice, brushing an unruly lock of midnight black hair behind her ear, her grey eyes searching Fiona's face. 

"It doesn't matter," the blonde answered dismissively, plopping her backpack onto the table beside those of her friends. "I'd really rather not think about it anymore, honestly." 

"If you say so," Rianne answered, doubt coloring her voice. "But are you okay, though? Really?" 

Rianne was wickedly perceptive, and often caught things the others missed. Sometimes it annoyed Fiona to no end, though mostly it only endeared her to the quiet brunette more. Fiona gave her a softer, more genuine smile. "I'm fine, Ree, really. But thanks." 

Rianne smiled back, and clasped the blonde's hand briefly, giving it an affectionate squeeze. 

"Okay, enough of this Hallmark crap," Lisa broke in, softening her outburst with a mischievous smirk. "Let's get to the really important stuff. What are we up to today?" 

Daisy looked thoughtful for a moment. "Umm, Plato, I think. Symposium." 

Rianne frowned. "Didn't we do Plato last week? Or was that Heraclitus?" 

Fiona shook her head. "It was Aristophanes, actually. Lysistrata." 

Daisy snapped her fingers. "Yeah, that's right. Damn, these Greek writers all start to sound the same after a while." 

Lisa gasped. "Heresy! You should be taken out in the street and flogged, you plebe! Have you no respect for the classics?" 

Daisy smirked. "Flogged?" she teased. "Someone's been reading too much Marquis de Sade. Is there something you want to tell us, Lisa?" 

Lisa leaned forward provocatively, leering at the giggling brunette. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she purred, a sultry, come-hither look adorning her delicate features. 

"Not really, no," Daisy deadpanned, feigning nonchalance at her friend's blatant flirting. "If you have any bondage proclivities, please, feel free to keep them to yourself. I'm an intellectual; I have no interest in pleasures of the flesh." 

Undeterred, Lisa laughed. "Ooh, pleasures, you say? So you do like my flesh, then! Ha! Give me a week and I'll have you singing a whole different tune, lovely Daisy." 

"Guys, please," Rianne broke in, blushing bright red. "Do the mating dance on your own time, if you don't mind. I'm more interested in Greek philosophy at the moment, call me old-fashioned." 

"Seriously," Fiona added, with a grateful nod in Rianne's direction. "You guys should just do it already, that would be less painful to watch." 

Lisa turned her smirk on Fiona then, looking deep into her violet eyes. "What makes you think we haven't already done that?" 

She laughed loudly when the blonde's mouth dropped open and her eyes got comically wide. "Jesus, Fi, you're so easy. How can you be so smart and so gullible at the same time? You'd know if I fucked Daisy, because she'd still be chained to my bed. Let's be honest-we both know who would be in charge there." 

"Ha, don't you wish!" Daisy chimed in, her golden-brown eyes flashing. "You'd lie down like a rug for me and you know it." 

Rianne cleared her throat loudly. "Guys. Plato, remember? I'm really not comfortable with this conversation." 

This time it was Daisy's turn to smirk. "Well, we landed on the wrong book today then, sweet Ree. Symposium is about love, remember?" 

"Love, not sex," Rianne retorted. "They're not the same thing." 

Fiona tuned out as her friends bickered, staring blankly at the leatherbound book in front of her. The basis of their argument was something she thought about often. Love, and sex, and the intersection between the two. Because sometimes it did worry her that she had no interest in the boys at school. She'd thought it was because they were so venal, so immature, but there still should have been some degree of physical attraction. After all, love and sex weren't the same thing-though they did often overlap-and it was possible to be attracted to someone in whom she had no romantic interest. But there had never been so much as a twinge. 

The only people who held any interest at all for Fiona were her friends, but that wasn't romantic or physical love. Was it? Symposium also discussed the subject of Platonic love, could it be that? The waters of her sexuality were murky at best, and those waters she'd always feared to tread, perhaps frightened of what she'd find there. 

Naturally, the idea that there were aspects of Fiona's own psyche of which she was entirely unaware was distressing, to say the least. So she usually avoided this line of thinking, while knowing fully well it was a path she would need to follow to the end sooner or later. Preferably later, when she didn't feel like such a frightened little girl all the time. 

She'd thought, since she turned 18 a few months earlier, that these things would somehow become clearer, but there was no magical epiphany as of yet, no sudden and revelatory understanding that signified her transition to adulthood. Rianne had turned 18 a month before that, and it seemed to Fiona that she was wiser now, with a spiritual and emotional equilibrium she hadn't possessed before. But that could very well have just been her imagination. After all, Rianne had always been an old soul. 

A gentle hand gripping her own brought Fiona back to the present, and she looked over to see Rianne's large, grey eyes gazing piercingly into her own, concerned. "Are you okay, Fi?" she asked softly, in that breathy, melodic voice of hers. "You seem a little...distant. Are you thinking about what happened earlier?" 

Fiona, intensely aware of her friends' eyes on her, just shook her head, but resolved to talk to Rianne alone later. She loved Lisa and Daisy, but neither of them had the ability to see straight into her soul like Rianne did. It was always just easier to talk to the soft-spoken Rianne than her other, more ebullient friends. "No, I'm just...letting my mind wander, I guess. Not really in the mood for Plato today, I suppose. Sorry." 

The other three girls exchanged significant looks, but before any of them could venture a response, the first bell rang, signaling that it was time to get to class. Lisa and Daisy shot apologetic looks at Fiona, then left without another word, but Rianne firmly gripped the blonde's arm, stopping her from following. 

"We'll talk later, after school. Okay? Regardless of what you say, I can see something is wrong, and I'm worried about you. Meet me at my house, this afternoon. All right?" 

She stared Fiona down, pinning her in place with her forceful gaze until the blonde nodded her assent. Then Rianne's face softened, and she did something that shook Fiona to her core. She leaned forward and placed a gentle, affectionate kiss on the corner of her mouth. Then, after one last, unreadable look, Rianne tenderly caressed the blonde's cheek, then turned and left. 

Fiona thought about that kiss, and that look, for the rest of the day. Her schoolwork didn't suffer, since she could practically sleepwalk through her classes, but she was still massively distracted. Images of those soft, grey eyes and that playful, whimsical smile swam in her head, fascinating her in ways she hadn't known were possible. She could still feel the plush, yielding press of the other girl's lips, and the silky smoothness of her hands. She could smell the warm, earthy fragrance of her hair and the sweet, floral scent of her perfume. 

Fiona had never found herself so utterly taken with someone like this before, and she'd never expected to feel this way about another girl. It was disquieting, not least because she wondered if the other kids at school had seen something in her she hadn't. But she would come to realize, on further reflection, that they had only started the rumor out of spite, and turned out to be right by sheer happenstance. Even a broken clock is right twice a day, after all. 

The school day had never seemed to crawl by so slowly, and for someone who dreaded every day there, that was saying a lot. Several times the willowy blonde had even forgotten what class she was in, only reminding herself with a quick glance down to the textbook that lay open and mostly ignored on her desk. 

The whole day, she had been running over all her interactions with Rianne in her mind, examining every conversation, every look, every errant touch, looking for some hidden subtext that she may have missed at the time. Rianne did seem closer to Fiona than to the other two, and the two of them did have a lot in common, but she couldn't say whether there was any attraction there. 

The blonde couldn't deny that Rianne was stunning, with her porcelain skin, delicate, feminine features, and her slender, voluptuous figure. She wasn't bubbly or outwardly affectionate, like the stereotypical girl, but she was kind and sweet, with a brilliant mind and a quietly reserved personality. Some of Fiona's most treasured memories were sleeping over at Rianne's house, just the two of them, discussing Voltaire or Sartre deep into the small hours of the morning. Fiona had never been attracted to anyone, girl or boy, but something about Rianne made her-different, somehow. 

It was hard to explain, even harder to rationalize in her own mind, but she'd always felt a special connection to the grey-eyed beauty that had nothing to do with sex or gender, but went much deeper. Her heart would speed up whenever she saw Rianne, and the blonde almost always felt an unconscious smile tugging at her lips when those intense eyes found her own. 

So, all things considered, the last bell couldn't ring soon enough as far as Fiona was concerned. She knew that she and Rianne had a lot to talk about, and the blonde still wasn't sure what to say, or even what she wanted. She was even less sure of what Rianne wanted, or how she felt. But it was no use trying to guess, so Fiona resolved to wait until their meeting later to make up her mind about anything, as hard as that was to do. 

Rianne lived almost all the way across town, so Fiona would need to stop by her house first to get her car, then drive to her friend's house from there. Once the final bell rang, she rushed to her locker, then out the front doors as quickly as she could without running and drawing attention to herself. She hardly felt the chill outside as she quickly dashed home, and though the trip seemed to take forever, when she tried to recall it later it was all a blur. 

Fiona lived with her dad, just the two of them, since her mother had passed when she was 13. As much as she loved her dad, who was a good, hard-working man, she couldn't help but be glad he was still at work today. She wasn't sure she could explain why she was so sweaty and out of breath, and certainly not why she was in such a hurry to leave right after she got home from school. There was only room in her head right now for one conversation. 

The impatient blonde rushed upstairs, peeling off her coat and scarf as she went. She tossed her stuff carelessly onto her bed, grabbed some clean clothes out of her dresser, and hurried into her bathroom. Fiona quickly stripped off her sweaty clothes, leaving them in an untidy pile on the tiled floor, and turned on the shower. The wait was killing her, but she wasn't about to go to Rianne's house in dirty clothes and covered in sweat. 

Fiona showered in a hurry, frantically shampooing her hair and scrubbing every inch of her body, wanting to be as clean and fresh as possible for her prospective crush. After rinsing as thoroughly as possible, she stepped out and toweled herself dry, deciding not to bother with moisturizing or blow-drying her hair. That would just take too long, and having wet hair didn't bother her too much. 

The blonde picked up her bra and panties then,-a pink set with black lace trim that she'd gotten at Victoria's Secret, an uncharacteristic purchase for her- and slipped them on, wondering if she'd subconsciously picked her sexiest lingerie for Rianne's sake. She halfway hoped not, since it would seem a bit presumptuous on her part, but if it did come to that, she was glad she was putting her best foot forward, so to speak. 

As Fiona finished dressing, in her tightest pair of jeans and a low-cut black camisole, she started to wonder what kind of lingerie Rianne would be wearing. What color would it be? Did she wear thongs, or boyshorts? Or something else entirely? The blonde personally thought that Rianne would look fantastic in black, or grey, to match her eyes. But honestly, with her figure and complexion, she would look great in almost anything. 




Identity Crisis



As Fiona looked at her reflection in the mirror, applying her minimal makeup, she noticed her flushed cheeks, and found that her skin was hot to the touch. She knew it wasn't from the shower, since she felt the slight chill in the room, but she still felt heated. Her pulse was racing, her chest heaving with her labored breaths. She even felt a slight dampness in her panties, and her clit was throbbing in time with her thundering heartbeat. The thought of Rianne's lush body in just her lingerie was arousing Fiona beyond anything she'd ever felt before. 

Then her imagination started running away from her, picturing the other girl pressed tightly against her, kissing her passionately, those soft hands roaming all over her body, possessing her, claiming her. The blonde could see her gorgeous friend hovering above her, their faces inches apart, her luscious lips parted in a winsome smile, her shimmering ebony hair falling around them like a silk curtain. It was so clear, those eyes, the color of rainclouds on a sunny day, gazing lovingly into her own, feeling the other girl's affection envelop her and wrap her up like a warm blanket. 

"Shit!" the blonde gasped, when she saw the slowly spreading wet spot on the front of her jeans. She'd gotten lost in her fantasy and hadn't noticed how aroused she was getting. Fiona shuddered to think what her panties must look like, if it was soaking through to her pants. 

She rushed into her room, and picked out another pair of panties-also pink, so she wouldn't have to change her bra too-and another pair of jeans. The blonde then went back into the bathroom and stripped off her pants and her soaked panties, almost having to peel the latter from her flushed skin. She reached beneath the sink and pulled out a package of baby wipes. Fiona quickly ran two or three over her leaking sex, trying desperately not to stimulate herself further. 

She then got dressed as quickly as she could, pulling on socks and sneakers almost as an afterthought, and dashed downstairs, snatching her purse, phone, and car keys from the countertop on her way out the door. 

Before she knew it, a trembling Fiona was ringing the doorbell at Rianne's modest, one story flat with no small degree of anxiety. She was fidgeting on the spot, wringing her hands nervously, and when she heard footsteps approaching the door, her heart started jackhammering so fast that Fiona was afraid she might faint. 

When Rianne finally opened the door, the sight of her standing there, clad in a simple black tank top and tiny matching pajama shorts, the blonde felt that unconscious smile on her lips and just barely suppressed a lovestruck sigh. Even in such unassuming clothes, with no makeup, not even wearing shoes, the girl shone like a full moon on a cloudless night. The smile she gave when her grey eyes met Fiona's violet ones lit up her entire face, and warmed the blonde all the way down to the depths of her soul. 

"Hey, Fi," she said affectionately, reaching for the blonde's hand and tugging her gently but insistently into the house, closing the door behind her. "Wow, you're tense," the dark-haired girl observed, clasping Fiona's hand with both of hers and scanning her face searchingly. "Are you sure you're okay? Come on, let's go to my room so we can talk." 

Fiona's nerves immediately increased by a factor of ten at the idea of being alone with her lovely friend, especially with her half naked like she was. Rianne pulled the blonde after her towards her bedroom at the back of the house, and Fiona couldn't stop her eyes from drifting down to the girl's pert backside, swaying so enticingly in her tight shorts. To her horror, she found her cleft moistening again, and gritted her teeth against her rising arousal. Thankfully the hallway was too dark for Rianne to see her flushed cheeks and heaving chest, but it would soon be painfully obvious once they were in the bedroom and all of the brunette's considerable focus was on her. She just hoped this didn't blow up in her face; losing Rianne would be more than she could bear. 

Rianne's bedroom was, like her, simple but inspired. A queen sized bed stood in the back corner, covered by a quilted bedspread almost the same shade of violet as Fiona's eyes and two absurdly soft pillows, with pillowcases to match the bedspread. There was a black computer desk opposite the bed, where Rianne's impressive desktop machine sat idling, a photorealistic field of stars swirling around on the twenty-four inch monitor. 

A beautiful mahogany dresser sat to the left of the door, near a closed closet door decorated with a framed print of Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man. An ornate oval mirror was mounted on the wall above the dresser, flanked by several framed collages of photographs of the four of them. 

Rianne tugged Fiona after her into the room, closed and locked the door behind them, then gently shoved the blonde into her rolling computer chair. She pulled the chair across the floor until it was a foot or so from the bed, then sat herself on the edge of the bed facing Fiona and took her hands. She raised an eyebrow at the flush in the blonde's cheeks, and her involuntary flinch when their hands touched, but didn't comment. 

"Okay, now tell me what happened this morning, before we met in the library. Please." 

Fiona sighed and looked fixedly at the floor, then haltingly told her everything, from the way her skin crawled when Paul looked at her body, to the palpable sense of menace she'd felt from him when she turned him down. When she reached the part where he'd insulted her, Rianne squeezed her hands so hard that the blonde yelped softly in pain. The brunette didn't seem to notice. Her smile was gone, those soft, affectionate eyes as hard as granite. 

"He said what?" she growled, her voice dangerously quiet. The look in her eyes was frightening, almost murderous. Fiona had never, in their ten years of friendship, seen her so angry. 

"Look, it's okay, Ree, really," Fiona assured her in a conciliatory tone. "I took care of it, told him off in front of everyone." 

"No, it's not okay," Rianne snarled, releasing one of Fiona's hands to clench her fist in fury. "You're my best friend, and the sweetest girl in the world. No one talks to you like that, especially not some limp-dicked reprobate like Paul Stevens. I'm going to cut his balls off." 

"Please, Ree, just drop it, okay?" Fiona pleaded, taking her friend's hand again and pulling her chair closer, bringing both of Rianne's hands into her lap. "The guy has the IQ of peat moss. He's not worth getting this upset over." 

Now it was Rianne refusing to meet her friend's gaze, and Fiona felt her heart sieze in her chest when she saw the other girl's shoulders shaking and heard her quiet sobbing. She leaped over to the bed beside the other girl and took her into her arms. 

"Rianne, what's the matter?" 

"I'm sorry, Fi, I just...I can't stand the idea of someone treating you like that," Rianne sniffled, as she buried her face in Fiona's neck. Fiona cursed herself for the excitement that coursed through her body at having her gorgeous friend so close, and the tingling skin on her neck where the brunette's gentle breath caressed her. "I just care about you so much, and I get so angry when anyone hurts you. You have such a beautiful soul, and you deserve to be happy, always." 

Fiona's heart swelled in her chest and she squeezed the other girl closer, placing a gentle kiss on her wet cheek. "I am happy," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "There are always going to be assholes in the world, and I accept that. But I have you, and Daisy and Lisa, and that's all I need. You make me happy, Ree." 

Rianne didn't reply, but her arms tightened around Fiona's waist and she pressed closer, almost purring in the blonde's ear as Fiona began to stroke her silken hair. The heat that had been simmering in Fiona's belly all day came to a boil as she felt the brunette's satiny lips press lightly against the sensitive skin of her throat. A light whimper managed to escape her lips, and she felt Rianne sigh in satisfaction. 

"Ree," Fiona whispered, the trembling in her voice betraying her growing arousal. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together that she could feel Rianne's heavy breathing, her speeding pulse, and every place their skin touched felt like it was on fire. 

"Shhh," Rianne responded, causing Fiona to whimper again, louder this time, as the other girl's lips grazed her earlobe. The blonde then let out a high pitched, shaky sigh as her friend's tongue lightly caressed her ear, then traveled slowly, sensually down the ivory column of her neck, where she placed a gentle bite directly on Fiona's pulse point. 

"Oh God," Fiona moaned deeply, feeling her body go limp at the overwhelming sensations suddenly rampaging through her. She sank backwards onto the bed, Rianne shifting with her until Fiona was flat on her back with the brunette straddling her, still peppering her neck, jaw, and earlobes with hot, wet kisses. 

Fiona's body went rigid with anticipation as the other girl's kisses finally migrated from the line of her jaw, up across her cheek, slowly but surely moving toward her waiting lips. She wanted to speak, to beg Rianne to go faster, but the girl was a master of building the suspense, and Fiona didn't want to do anything to possibly spoil the most perfect moment she'd ever experienced in her life. 

Rianne shifted again, lowering her body until she was lying on top of her friend, their legs intertwined, their breath mingling as their glistening lips drew ever closer. But Rianne paused, prompting an urgent whimper from the heavenly blonde beneath her, and reached up to tenderly caress Fiona's burning cheek. A tear appeared in her eye then, and her breath hitched in her chest as she struggled to speak. 

"God, I love you, Fiona," she choked, gazing at the other girl in wonder, as if she couldn't quite believe she was there. "You're beautiful, and brilliant, and just...just perfect." 

Fiona smiled lovingly and gently gripped the brunette's gorgeous face between her hands, using her thumbs to stroke the tears from her cheeks. "I love you too, Rianne. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, baby. My life is so much better because you're in it and I-I love you more than life itself." 

The smile that lit the other girl's face was, without question, the most beautiful thing Fiona had ever seen. Rianne took one of Fiona's hands and pressed it to her lips, staring intently into the blonde's eyes the entire time. Then, unable to resist anymore, Fiona used her other hand to grasp the back of the brunette's neck and pull her mouth down to her own. 

The kiss was so far beyond anything Fiona could have imagined. The feel of Rianne's lips and tongue dancing with her own was indescribable, a hurricane of heat and sensation that pushed everything else out of her mind but the girl in her arms. They kissed passionately and lovingly, Fiona's hands pressing firmly in the small of her partner's back, pulling her closer, even as Rianne pressed her heaving body as tightly against the blonde's as she possibly could. 

Fiona cried out into Rianne's mouth as the brunette's leg pushed insistently against her aching sex through the double layer of fabric, and arched her hips and back upward, lifting them both off the bed with the force of it. Then Rianne gasped as Fiona's scorching hands roamed up her back, beneath her top, setting her skin aflame with every touch, and her denim-clad thigh rubbed against Rianne's own dripping mound through the thin fabric of her shorts. 

But then, to Fiona's immediate dismay, Rianne pulled back and climbed off her friend, but reassured the blonde with a fond smile that she wasn't having second thoughts. She leaned down and unfastened the button of the other girl's jeans with deft but shaking fingers, and pulled them down and off her smooth, slender thighs. Then Rianne gasped again as the divine aroma of Fiona's sopping pussy reached her nostrils, and she saw the blonde's pink panties, so wet that they were almost translucent. Fiona quickly yanked her top off as well, then it joined her jeans on the floor. 

For a moment Rianne could do nothing but stand there and admire the vision lying before her. With her blonde hair, luminous, violet eyes, swollen lips, and lithe, smooth body clad in only a skimpy set of pink lingerie, her panties soaked through, Fiona looked almost unbelievably appealing. She was raw sex given form, Aphrodite in glorious repose, so beautiful it was like looking at the face of God. 

But Fiona was getting impatient, so she sat up quickly and yanked the other girl closer by her hips, shoving her satin tank top up far enough so she could lay open-mouthed kisses on the brunette's bare belly. This coaxed a giggle out of Rianne, as the blonde gently nipped at the tender skin below her belly button while her hands traveled upward underneath the top to cup her firm breasts. 

Rianne's giggles became moans as Fiona's delicate fingers danced across the sensitive flesh of her breasts, purposely avoiding her throbbing, erect nipples. She whined in frustration, trying to manuever her body to get the blonde's hands where she wanted them, but Fiona was too quick for her. She pulled back, and in one quick motion pulled Rianne's top over her breasts and off, tossing it aside. 

The blonde stood up, slowly dragging her tongue up the other girl's bare midriff, up her belly, through the valley between her breasts, then past her collarbone and up her neck, to finally meet up with her waiting lips again. Her mouth was filled with the heavenly sweetness of the other girl's breath, and the slightly tart vanilla taste of her skin. 

They kissed deeply, bodies pressed so tightly together that neither girl could tell where one ended and the other began. Fiona's hands made their way downward, groping and squeezing her lover's amazing ass, while Rianne's tangled themselves into Fiona's golden tresses, alternating between tugging and caressing. 

All at once Rianne took control again, spinning them around and shoving the other girl back down onto the bed. She smirked at the look of irritation that flickered across the blonde's beautiful face, then pushed her shorts down over her hips to puddle on the floor, leaving her completely naked before her new lover for the first time. 

The frank admiration in the blonde's eyes warmed every part of Rianne, and her confidence grew as the atmosphere between them practically hummed with intensity. "Panties off," the brunette ordered, in a husky voice that made Fiona shiver. "Bra too." 

The blonde rushed to comply, but as she went to toss her soaked panties onto the pile of her other discarded clothes, Rianne caught her hand. She took the skimpy garment from Fiona's limp grasp, brought it to her face, and inhaled deeply, filling her senses with her lover's most intimate scent. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a moan of pure lust, that aroma waking something deeply sexual inside of her. 

Fiona watched raptly, her now naked body thrumming like a plucked string, as she saw the transformation overtake the normally reserved Rianne. When those grey eyes finally opened, there was a profound, primal hunger burning inside them, and Fiona felt an instant of sweet, intoxicating fear before the brunette pounced on her, pinning her to the bed. 

The blonde yelped in surprise as her partner covered her like a sheet, but it was quickly cut off when Rianne crushed her lips to Fiona's, kissing her so deeply it was almost like she was trying to devour her. When the grey-eyed beauty finally tore her lips away to attack her lover's neck and ears, Fiona was moaning almost continuously, awash in a roiling maelstrom of sensation. The feel of Rianne's naked body against hers, being taken, desired, controlled, aroused her beyond all reason or explanation. 

"You're mine," Rianne snarled in her lover's ear, marking the blonde's neck with her teeth, dragging another high, keening moan from somewhere deep in Fiona's throat. She then drew back, her burning eyes drilling directly into Fiona's wide, violet orbs, their faces only centimeters apart. "Say it," she commanded, punctuating her words with a hard, slow grind, smirking at the gush of fluid she felt from the blonde's soaked sex. 

"Oh God, Rianne, I'm yours," she whimpered, submitting herself fully to the other girl, offering every part of her being. "I'm yours forever!" 

"Good girl," Rianne praised her, rewarding her with another intense kiss, while she probed one finger into her tight, virgin pussy. Fiona was beyond ready for her. Her clit stood proud and erect, begging for attention, and the flow of fluid from her shaved cleft had now become a flood. "My girl." 

Fiona let out another high, shaky cry, aroused beyond words now, and gripped Rianne's wrist tightly, trying to urge her to go faster, deeper. 

"Easy, baby girl," Rianne cautioned her, dropping another kiss on her panting mouth. "This is your first time, and it's gonna hurt." 

Fiona gripped her neck firmly and pulled her in for yet another kiss. When they finally broke apart, she pulled her lover's ear to her swollen lips. "Please," she whispered, too turned on to articulate any more than that. 

Rianne nodded, mostly to herself, then pushed forward, feeling the girl's hymen resist at first, then give way to the relentless pressure. Fiona gasped at the sharp, sudden pain, but saw nothing but love and understanding in her lover's eyes, and pain soon gave way to pleasure. Unbelievable, unimaginable pleasure, the likes of which she never thought could actually exist, as Rianne began to pump her finger in and out of her welcoming channel. 

Fiona seemed to stop breathing, as the ecstasy rolled over her in ever-increasing waves, her eyes as wide as saucers. Then she expelled her held breath in a shivery moan, so loud that Rianne was forced to clamp her mouth over the blonde's so her parents wouldn't hear. Fiona responded to the kiss at once with a frenzy of desire that surprised even the brunette, and she retaliated by adding one more finger to her rhythmic thrusting, and angling her hand so her palm stimulated the blonde's clit as well. 

Fiona's entire body seized as if she were being electrocuted, and her hips began snapping in time to her lover's thrusting fingers. She felt something building inside her, deep down in the pit of her belly, growing bigger and bigger, something terrifying and beautiful all at the same time. Rianne's fingers were plunging so deep now, it felt as if they were punching right through to the core of her being, burning her to embers from the inside out. 

Then she felt it break loose, the dam holding all that sensation inside her belly burst all at once, and her entire body exploded with an unstoppable tsunami of otherworldly ecstasy. Her body arched like a drawn bow, and she bit down on her own fingers to keep from shrieking like a banshee. She screamed into her hand and thrashed like a woman possessed, as what felt like every ounce of pleasure in her body rushed out through her puffy and distended pussy. 

It seemed to go on for hours, each pulse of wild, mind-blowing rapture successively weaker than the last, until finally she lay panting on the bed, so unbelievably drained that it was difficult to even breathe. Every muscle in her body felt like overstretched rubber, and she found that she was wearing a vacant, goofy smile as Rianne lay beside her, gazing fondly into her eyes, absently stroking Fiona's sweaty, tousled hair. 

"You ok?" the stunning brunette asked her, seemingly not put out by the fact that she hadn't climaxed yet. 

Fiona laughed weakly. "Ask me again when I can move. God, that was so-" 




Identity Crisis



"It was, wasn't it?" Rianne giggled. 

"But what does this mean?" Fiona ventured tentatively. "Are we girlfriends now, or is this just some casual thing?" 

Rianne was silent for a minute, thinking. "Is that what you want? Something casual?" 

Fiona shook her head at once, looking more nervous than ever. "No. I'm afraid of what people will think, what my dad will think, but I love you, and I know I can lose everything else as long as I have you." 

Rianne was speechless. The shy, brilliant blonde had, with a few well-chosen words, touched her more deeply than anyone ever had before. She drew the girl closer, cradling that lovely face in her neck, and kissed her cheek tenderly. 

"Don't worry, Fi," she reassured, holding her girlfriend tightly. "You won't lose anything, and we have each other. We'll always have each other. It'll be ok, you'll see." 

She smiled brightly, the feel of the naked girl in her arms bringing a warmth to her heart that she hadn't realized she'd been longing for until now. As they lay there, she could feel Fiona's pulse even out and her breathing slow as she gradually drifted off to sleep. 

"Everything will be ok." 

The End



Identity Crisis Ch. 02



Further Crisis

I don't call her on her cell phone.

I just don't.

We arrange our trysts other ways. While we're together. Postcards. Letters.

The woman can figure out any puzzle I make for her, and I've been trained in codes.

There's only one reason to call her on the cell.

Unfortunately, I've got it.

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Three days ago, she got back to the mansion from "a trip upstate." Not a lie, not entirely. She had gone on a trip.

The trip had left her with more bites and nip marks, as usual. Victor had been unusually passionate this last time.

Luckily, she usually dressed in a formal fashion, and though it was spring, it was cool. She adjusted the collar of her turtleneck and listened to the parameters of the mission, as well as planning alternate routes, altering her course outline, and in the back of her head, tasting the exciting promise that next time, he would hunt her down in the wild North.

Just two more weeks.

Her cell phone rang. Startled, she answered it. "Tessa."

"I got a reason."

She paused. "Good."

"Same place as before. Ten minutes. I know you can make it."

She closed her phone. "Pardon me." She got up to go, putting the agenda in her briefcase and giving a brief nod to the other X-men in the room.

"Somethin' serious?" Logan had been following her closely, particularly after this last encounter. Perhaps she had not washed off enough of the blood afterward.

She projected her usual cool, businesslike demeanor. "No, but it requires my immediate attention. Excuse me."

She felt his gaze on her body, burning through her clothes, as she hurried to her room. Unfortunately, in order to be dressed properly, she had to wear shoes which restricted her movement. She kicked them off and threw the briefcase in a corner, slipping on an old pair of tennis shoes instead and tossing her jacket onto the bed.

Tessa. Charles' cool mental touch came, as expected.

Charles. She nearly ran down the hallway from the women's dormitory. Logan was standing at the stairs as she came, wild eyes watching her.

What is it?

Personal business. She infused her mental touch with some of the wild throbbing she felt inside, the urge to run on the edge, as well as a tinge of sexuality. Nothing too serious, but I need to go now and bleed off some energy.

He withdrew, almost instinctively, as he always did when confronted with the intimate knowledge of his teammates. I see. Please inform me when your task is complete.

I will contact you by the end of the day. If I do not, come for me. She broke off the link sharply and burst through the front door, nearly slamming it into Rahne Sinclair, who had been standing outside laughing with Jamie Madrox.

She did not apologize. She ran past the startled couple and heard their exclamations as she sped over to the motor pool. This would require greater speed than she could muster on foot.

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I waited in the apartment. She had a few more things in it now. A chair in the living room. Microwave food in the freezer. Changes of clothes in the dresser. Strongly scented lilac and patchouli soaps and candles in the bathroom.

Couldn't have Logan finding out about us, now, could we?

I snarled, trying to keep from smashing something as I paced. Cataloguing scents was about all I could come up with.

She had to come soon. I'd given her ten. If she wasn't doing anything, she'd be here in two minutes. If she had been, she'd be out in seven.

Maybe I should eat something. I hadn't eaten for … well. Twenty four hours.

I fished out a packaged meal and read the instructions carefully, keeping myself from slashing it open with an effort.

Hm. Time was, I'd have slashed it wide anyway and ruined the place.

I sat, paying no attention to the sesame chicken that was scattering everywhere on the hard kitchen floor.

What was she doing to me?

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She parked in the lot five blocks away and started running. No one, to her knowledge, had followed her. She did a quick and dirty telepathic sweep of the immediate area anyway. No suspicious blank areas where there should be people, no recitations of meaningless nonsense, and nothing but ordinary thoughts of ordinary humans.

She kept running and hoped she'd made it in time. She had no time to look at her watch. She vaulted the stairs, avoiding the broken second step, and flung her apartment door open.

He was sitting on the kitchen floor. Bits of rice and orange sauce surrounded him on the floor. A box of "authentic" Chinese chicken lay at his feet, with more rice and orange bits inside. He looked up at her approach. "Tessa."

She swallowed. "Victor." She locked the door, triple locked it, then moved forward, dropping her usual reserve. "What has happened to you?"

His eyes stopped at her shoes. "It's after Labor Day," he said, faint surprise in his tone.

She waved her right hand impatiently. "Why did you call?"

He rose to his full height, his own suit wrinkled from his former posture, his long blond hair settling down his back. He raised a hand, then dropped it with a sigh. "Why can't I kill you?"

She blinked. She hadn't anticipated a question like that. "Let's go to the bedroom. I need a drink."

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I watched her open the Merlot, pour the ruby red liquid into a glass, and toss off half of it in one gulp. Her throat pulsed with life. Again, I tried to imagine ripping through it, drinking deep, but felt the same as I had earlier. Disgusted. Unhappy. Lonely.

She coughed a little, the alcohol stinging on its way down. "Now, tell me again, from the beginning."

I sat on the bed next to her, growling. "Like I said. Someone said something to me this morning, about being willing to kill anyone for a price. I started thinking about you. No price for you. I couldn't do it." I took her hand. She was shaking, her pulse throbbing loud in my ears. "I want to know why."

She closed her eyes. "I could delve into your mind to find out."

"That'd be fine." I let go of her hand. The idea of crushing it in mine disturbed me. Made me feel guilty. Ashamed.

What was wrong with me if I couldn't even do that?

She brushed into my head, smoky and wild. I held my hands together and pressed hard. I didn't like anyone in my head but me.

Still, she felt friendly. Soothing. How many people could I say that about?

She dropped down into my center. Her feelings swirled through mine as she searched. Fear. Anticipation. Curiosity.

Let's just hope this lady doesn't kill this cat.

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She moved into his mind cautiously. It had been trapped and messed with and felt like it, odd places shut off that should be open, places opened that should have been blocked. She moved into the area of his feelings for her.

They were amorphous, shifting from warmth and want to sudden shafts of jealousy and desire. She opened more to his mind, what he thought about her as the feelings sifted through her being. He missed her when she was gone. He thought about her during the weeks they were away. He wrote things down he thought would interest her. He planned things she would like. He smiled at the memory of her joy when he gave her that updateable Palm Pilot she'd wanted.

Good heavens. Victor was in love with her. She paused. How were they going to deal with this complication?

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I waited for her to leave my head. I bit the insides of my cheeks to remain calm. Calmer. I raised my hand again, trying to bring it down and snap her neck.

Her lovely neck.

I felt the guilt and shame flooding my body again. What the hell was wrong with me? I'd killed people before without a thought. Better looking ones.

She looked at me. I put my hand by my side, guilty, worried. "You do seem to have a problem."

I waited for her to tell me. She tossed off the rest of her wine and looked up at me, smoky eyes wide with fear. "Victor, you're in love."

I growled and jumped off the bed. "Can't be. I never have been."

Her eyes burned into me, her right hand toying with her almost empty wine glass, a bright red droplet caught in the stem. "Apparently, you are now."

It sizzled along my nerves. Unfortunately, it made sense. A lot of sense. Damn it.

"So, what does that mean?"

She put the glass on the floor and stared at her feet. "What do you want it to mean?"

I wrapped my paw around her chin and raised her head. "Don't go all Zen on me, Tessa. We know about me. How about you?"

She dropped the X-mask, that brisk "Don't touch me" air she put on around the X-men. Her eyes closed. "I might feel the same. I haven't bothered to analyze it." Her eyes hit mine hard when she opened them again. "I've been busy just feeling when I'm around you. Enjoying finally being able to be everything I am. But I don't know what it means. It's not like we can …"

"Do the traditional thing?" I laughed. Yeah. "Imagine the wedding." I snorted.

Course, the idea of a wedding was kinda perversely attractive. I could see the runt's face now.

Her eyes gleamed. "Imagine the kids."

I stopped and looked her over, the image of my ebony-haired lover pregnant doing interesting things to my insides. "I am."

Our eyes locked. The ideas were thrilling. Heady. Hot.

They'd never work.

She pulled her shirt off in one graceful, careless move, exposing the cuts and bites I'd left from our last time together. She traced the nip on her right shoulder. "Why'd you do that?"

I stayed in front of her and dropped to my knees. "I wanted to mark you." I sniffed along her jaw line. "I wanted to claim you before you went back to them." I teased her ear with my tongue. "Before you were swallowed up by other men."

She pulled me against her body, tilting so I could continue playing with her ear. "Then I have to come up with something we can do by the time we meet up in Canada."

"Fine." I picked her up and tossed her back onto the bed. "You're wearing too much."


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She smiled, blinking back a few tears. She did not like having to inhibit Victor's passion, but having yet more bite marks would make working with the X-men impossible.

She hissed as the soap hit a tender bite. He'd opened it earlier while he was stroking her body and licking at her. She hadn't minded at the time, but right now it stung.

He wanted children. She had to put her hands over her mouth to keep from laughing, then realized that probably no one could hear her and laughed till she cried. And people of different religious traditions thought THEY had problems when they decided to have them…

What if they got the worst aspects of both parents and were danger freaks with bad tempers?

What if they were furry telepaths?

What if the kids looked like Muppets?

She sighed and reached for her towel.

It was handed to her. She took it, smiling, and reached out with her mind to touch Victor.

Hello, Sage. Miss me? It wasn't Victor.

She let her body relax as his hands pressed against her upper chest and his claws extended. "Don't try messing with my head, traitor."

She activated her telepathy and reached out to Charles on their special emergency link while she savored the fear. "I wouldn't dream of it, Logan." Charles?

Tessa. What is wrong?

Please tell Logan to bring me back to the mansion so I can tell all of you at once.

"Good. Now, want to tell me why you've been coming here to fuck our enemy? A lot?"

Very well. I shall see you shortly.

"I have my reasons. I believe all of you should hear them back at the mansion." His arm muscles clenched and she felt his points touch her throat. She hoped they wouldn't puncture her skin. If Victor knew that Logan had cut her neck, the place he loved to bite the most …

He growled and pushed her out of the shower. Good. The skin of her neck remained clear. "Chuck says you'll come back with me and explain everything." His angry eyes raked her body, pausing on the scratches and bites on her lower neck and shoulders, and the bruise at her hip. "Knew you were up to something. The sudden overuse of perfume. How happy you got after your weekends away. The smell of blood the last two times you came back."

She walked into the bedroom and found her uniform lying on the bed. She looked back at the menacing form in her dark bathroom. "Wear it. And no smelly stuff this time. I want everyone to know what I do."

She gave a brief nod and skinned into her uniform, leaving most of the bites and scrapes open to the cool air. The moment of truth was here.

She hated to do it, but he was already involved. She had to let him know.

Victor?

Yeah. He was running free. He smelled damp earth and lilacs.

They found out.

He paused. I'll come get you.

No! She was frantic. Just let me try to explain.

He probably wasn't laughing out loud, but his response was overflowing with amusement. Sweetheart, there are some things ya just can't explain. I'll get you out of this.

Don't. Please. I want to try it this way.

I'm not gonna let you get killed because you want to try a "diplomatic solution," Tess. His mental voice was firm.

She sighed in defeat. Tell you what. I'll make you a deal.

This isn't a game.

No, you're right. It's not. She had to phrase this just right. I'll go back to the mansion and try things my way, but you track me and come along outside. I know the security measures there and where you can be without tripping them off. I'll keep you inside my head while I'm in there. If I need you…

If I decide you need me, I'm going in there. I'll be listening. She heard a muffled thought of "women" before he settled into the back of her mind.

He itched in there while Logan drove her back to the mansion, getting curious stares from other drivers on the road.

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So it isn't bad enough that I have to fall in love at all.

I have to fall in love with one of Xavier's.

I have to fall in love with one of Xavier's with a death wish.

About the only thing worse would be falling for Logan.

Yeah it's insane, but some sick authors out there have innumerable silly stories where I fall for my son.

Okay, okay. I know I'm not his father.

The illusion that he is, though, the lies implanted by Weapon X, are the only thing keeping me from ripping his head off.

How dare he get so close to her.

How dare he leave his scent on her.

We're going to have to … talk … sometime about that. She's mine.

She's laughing at me now, inside her head. Says I'm silly. Says she wants me, not the runt. Makes some size comparisons that get me laughing.

Damn it.

She disappears inside the house. I try to project an innocent image. Just a simple jogger here, ma'am.

Nothing to fear from me. Nothing at all.

Right.

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Keeping her feral lover busy inside her head, trying to find a way out of the mess she was currently up to her eyeballs in, and warding Logan off was keeping Sage's vast mental processes very well occupied. The adrenaline rush had grown as she got closer to the mansion. She was almost relishing being able, for once, to be completely honest with the team.

The usual suspects were all there, other than Remy and Rogue (off somewhere "together") and Bobby Drake (on loan to Alpha Flight). Jamie already had two duplicates, one who was cracking his knuckles and glaring at her while the other was eating a large candy bar. Rahne was in transitional form between wolf and girl. Warren, Betsy, Kurt, Hank, Jean, Scott, and Storm all waited, all ready to strike her down. She heard Logan's claws extend behind her as she entered. Only Charles appeared willing to hear her before arming to the teeth, and only Hank showed visible concern at her injuries.

"Goodness gracious, Tessa. Are you all right?" The blue furry man leaped down from his perch near Charles as she posed, waiting for an invitation before she sat down.

Charles nodded and she sat in the lone chair at the end of the table, the others shoving to get even farther away as she did, other than Jamie's hungry duplicate, who had moved on to a large sub. The original Jamie wrinkled his nose in disgust and ordered his copy to fall back. "I'm very well, Hank. I got all of these because I wanted them." She fingered her wounds gently, humor coming unbidden as he fell back, aghast. "But Charles knew from the beginning how I was. Didn't you, Charles?"

The man nodded. "I was fully aware that you had deep and dark desires, Tessa." His eyes flickered over her and his jaw tensed. "I had hoped, however, that you had found some expression of them which did not require a partner who was so far removed from our goals."

She leaned back in her chair. "I didn't share anything with him that he could use to harm the X-men as a whole."

She gave a faithful summary of their meeting in the bar just over a year ago, the continued meetings, the way she had looked forward to them, the precautions she took … all of it. Her enjoyment of the pain. Desire growing into more. She watched as their expressions shifted from distaste to disbelief, sorrow and disappointment. She waited for a response as she felt him growl inside.

I should break you out now.

Wouldn't work. I can't outrun Logan and he's right by me. She kept her amused smirk and looked around. No one wanted to meet her eyes. Jamie's duplicate finished his sub and licked his fingers.

I can take care of that problem for ya, little lady. He gave a chilling John Wayne imitation, but he had not yet made a move.

Wait.

Scott took a step toward her and attempted a challenging sneer. "So what are you going to do now, get married? Settle down?"

She decided to go with it. "Yes."

What?

"What?"

Why not? Alex Summers and Lorna made it work. They stayed on as adjuncts to the team …

You might have missed it, but I'm no straight arrow Summers.

The room exploded into noise as people argued with Charles or yelled mindlessly at her. She waited, relaxing in her chair. I know. That's why I … like you.

You were going to say love you.

Changed my mind. Scott pushed down on her arm rests, effectively pinning her, and touched his visor. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't use this."

She shrugged. "Because Victor would come in here and kill or maim people you care about."

Claws threatened her again from behind, pricking into her shoulder blades. She winced at the hot prickly pain and tried to compose herself. "Told you I should have just killed her off."

Charles' cool, controlled mental touch came, as expected. I shall have to close off your link with Sabretooth, Tessa.

Do not. He will take that as a sign that I am in danger.

I am not sure I can probe you with him there.

Do it anyhow.

She licked her lips. "Don't like that one? Okay. It would give Logan far too much pleasure."

Scott nearly forgot himself enough to smile, but cut off the impulse before he could lose his advantage. "Maybe I could call it his Christmas present."

What's going on in there? Tess?

Oh, what I might have expected. I'm being threatened, and Charles is probing me. No one has harmed me, though.

Then why'd you hurt?

No reason? She tried a smile herself as Logan growled at Scott for being a cheapskate. She lost it when Charles started firmly going through her memories of the last several hours.

Charles! You have always allowed me some privacy … She winced as he touched things she wanted to keep secret, even from herself. Her true desire to marry Victor. Her plans for their trip to Canada.

Apparently, I was in error when I permitted you to keep your sexual proclivities secret, Tessa. She could feel some embarrassment from him as he searched, but he was resolved to keep looking.




Identity Crisis Ch. 02



Fiona drifted slowly into wakefulness, not immediately sure where she was at first, only conscious of the most exquisite warmth enveloping her entire body. She glanced over and smiled fondly as she saw the gorgeous face of her best friend turned lover Rianne, enchantingly tranquil in slumber. The blonde flushed a bit when she noticed their nudity, but it quickly turned to arousal when the events of the previous night began running through her head: the kissing, the touching, the soft skin and heaving breaths, their whispered declarations of love, deep and intimate, and most of all Rianne's insistent fingers bringing her to a mind-shattering climax. 

Fiona had given Rianne her flower that night, given it freely and happily, with not so much as a flicker of regret. But she'd given her more than that, given her everything that was hers to give. Her heart, her soul, her very being. The blonde beauty knew that she should feel at least a little nervous about getting so close so quickly, that she might well be crazy not to, but she wasn't. She couldn't explain it, not even to herself, but she somehow knew that right here, in the arms of this grey-eyed angel, limbs intertwined, sharing one another's breath, was exactly where she belonged. They were connected, on a level neither of them could begin to comprehend, and Fiona was only beginning to realize that it had been that way for a while now. 

Which was probably the reason this felt so right, so familiar. This wasn't new, or even unexpected, just a natural evolution of the special relationship the two of them shared, had always shared. 

Fiona now thought that connection had only deepened since they'd made love, and she felt a thundering in her chest that was only partly sexual as she gazed fixedly at her lover's sleeping visage. The youthful innocence of Rianne's pale features betrayed none of the intensely sexual creature that had so possessed and dominated Fiona the night before. The blonde still felt a tremble in the muscles of her legs when she remembered the brunette pouncing on her, holding her down and taking her, biting her neck and claiming her. She'd never thought of herself as submissive, but Rianne dominating her had all but driven her insane with lust, and the faint throbbing of the hickey on her neck made her smile softly as she considered that the idea of being Rianne's property appealed to her more than was probably healthy. 

Fiona didn't want to wake her lovely girlfriend, but she couldn't resist running a gentle hand over the brunette's face, tucking a stray lock of black hair behind her ear, and caressing her smooth, porcelain cheek with infinite care. 

"God, I love you so much," Fiona breathed, mostly to herself, her shining violet eyes fixed on her lover's face, committing every millimeter of it to memory. If she forgot everything else in her old age, she would surely remember this face, and this day. Nothing would ever feel this amazing again, and nothing would ever be as important as this, this love growing between the two of them. It was so powerful, so all-consuming that Fiona knew, just knew, that heaven was real and she was one of the blessed few who managed to find herself within its hallowed halls. 

"I love you too, baby," Rianne muttered sleepily, causing Fiona to jump slightly. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Fiona answered guiltily, still smiling as her girlfriend's eyes opened and found her own. 

"It's okay," Rianne reassured, clasping Fiona's hand between her own and laying a gentle kiss on her fingers. "I've got a sexy naked girl in my bed, so I'd rather be awake anyway." 

"Plus I'm here, too," Fiona answered, causing Rianne to slap her arm playfully and both girls to break into a fit of giggling laughter. 

"You're such a smartass," Rianne retorted, squeezing the blonde close and sighing in satisfaction at the feel of their naked bodies pressed together. 

"You know you love it," Fiona teased. She rubbed her nose affectionately against Rianne's as she rested a hand on her girlfriend's hip, and brushed her lips over the brunette's in invitation. 

Rianne didn't hesitate. She surged forward and captured the blonde's mouth with her own, and slipped her hot tongue inside when Fiona parted her lips for her. 

Fiona moaned in appreciation as Rianne's heat swept over her, and their kiss grew deeper and more passionate. She rolled over onto her back, pulling her dark-haired girlfriend on top of her, and languidly draped her arms around Rianne's neck. Then it was Rianne's turn to gasp as Fiona's smooth, slender thighs wrapped around her waist, pressing the blonde's scorching, wet center into her flat stomach. 

Rianne was unbelievably aroused now at the feeling of being so completely surrounded by the perfect blonde beneath her, and kissed her girlfriend deeper, grinding hard into Fiona's warm, welcoming flesh and eliciting a loving purr and another gush of moisture against her already soaked belly. 

Then Rianne's arousal was kicked into high gear as the smell of Fiona's dripping sex reached her nostrils, and she started thrusting against her blonde lover, moaning huskily as she felt the girl's arms and legs tighten their grip and her hips thrusting to match the rhythm of the brunette's movements. 

"Do you like this, baby?" Rianne whispered, as she licked the shell of Fiona's ear. She smirked when she heard a whimper from the girl beneath her. "You like being mine, don't you? You love it when I just hold you down and take you." 

She bit Fiona's neck, just short of drawing blood, and smiled widely at the way the slim blonde shook beneath her and offered her neck submissively. 

"Dirty girl, you want me to mark you, don't you? You want everyone to know that you belong to me." Rianne laughed softly, then bit the blonde's neck again, a little softer this time. "Maybe later I'll tattoo my name on you somewhere." 

"You know-I'm all yours," Fiona managed to gasp, her hips snapping repeatedly up into the sultry brunette. "Oh, don't stop, Ree, please, don't ever stop!" 

"Come for me, sweetheart," Rianne encouraged her, shocked to find herself approaching orgasm as well. The sensation of having the blonde at her mercy, combined with not having climaxed the night before, was pushing Rianne right to the brink of release. "Be my good girl and let go." 

Then, perhaps prompted by her lover's voice, Fiona buried her face in Rianne's neck and cried out as her throbbing cleft squirted its viscous juices all over Rianne's belly. Her hips jerked uncontrollably, her body trembled, and her thighs clamped around the brunette's waist with crushing force. 

Somehow, Fiona's massive orgasm triggered that of her partner as well, and Rianne was forced to bury her face in the pillow to keep from screaming her rapture out into the still morning air. She could feel her own juices leaking profusely down her thighs and dripping onto her bedspread, but at the moment she couldn't care if she tried. 

The two girls found themselves totally drained after their orgasms subsided, and Fiona's thighs had loosened from around her girlfriend's waist. But she'd stopped Rianne from rolling off of her, so the brunette simply lay on top of her, their legs tangled together, her sweaty, sable tresses tickling Fiona's face delightfully. 

"We'll have to get up sooner or later, you know," Rianne whispered, when she could breathe properly again. Fiona sighed ruefully, but wound her arms around the brunette's waist and held her close. 

"I know, but I'm not ready to let you go yet," she responded shyly. "This-you, it's all so perfect, and I'm afraid everything will go back to the way it was before if we leave this bed." 

"I want you to listen to me, okay?" Rianne told her, gripping the blonde's chin with a firm hand to ensure she kept her gaze. "I don't want to lose this either. I just got you, all of you, and there is no way I'm letting you go, do you hear me? You're mine, all mine, and that's never going to change. Okay?" 

"You promise?" 

Rianne found a genuine smile gracing her lips at the cuteness of the question; the blonde almost sounded like a little girl. 

"I promise. Forever and ever." 

It was an ordeal, getting out of bed without jumping each other again, but the girls managed it, through sheer force of will. Luckily, they'd woken up early, and weren't in any danger of being late for school yet. 

Fiona had a bit of a scare when she'd pulled her phone from the pocket of her jeans and found out it was dead, but quickly called her dad from Rianne's phone to tell him where she was and assure him she was all right. 

Then there was the problem of her clothes. She could wear her jeans and top from last night, since she'd only worn them from her house to Rianne's, but her panties were still damp from her juices, and there was no way she was wearing them again until they'd been washed. 

"Here, wear these," Rianne suggested, holding up a pair of sheer black bikini panties from her own drawer, a mischievous smile dancing over her full lips. "Come on, admit it. It's a sexy idea, right? You wearing my panties?" 

"Maybe too sexy," Fiona murmured, already imagining the lusty haze that would consume her the entire day, until she could get home to change. But her hand was already reaching out to take the satin panties, the feel of them somehow so much more erotic than her own. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like to wear them. 

"Now go shower," Rianne ordered her, playfully smacking her on the ass. "You smell like pussy." 

Fiona ran a finger through the thick glaze of fluid still coating Rianne's stomach and held it up, eyebrow raised sarcastically. "You were saying?" 

But the brunette surprised her yet again. She gripped Fiona's wrist tightly, and guided the wet finger toward her mouth. She closed her lips around it sensually, and ran her tongue around and around Fiona's suddenly over-sensitive fingertip, her eyes locked onto the blonde's the entire time. There was a popping sound as she finally relinquished the thoroughly-cleaned digit and smirked at the look of frank desire in Fiona's eyes. 

"Now hurry, or we're gonna be late." 

The hot shower felt amazing on her sore muscles, but sadly did nothing to quell the arousal burning though Fiona's body. It was unbelievable; a week ago she'd almost never thought about sex, now after one night with the outrageously hot Rianne she could think about little else. The unassuming brunette had invaded her heart and mind in a way that Fiona had only ever read about in those cheesy romance novels that she would never admit she enjoyed, and was well on her way to owning the blonde's body as well. 

Fiona was a bit embarrassed how much she enjoyed the idea of belonging to her lovely girlfriend, but she knew Rianne. She knew her heart was in good hands, and she knew Rianne wouldn't misuse the inexplicable power she held over her. And it had already proven to be a lot of fun, as evidenced by the incredible, transcendent climaxes her dominant lover had given her. So perhaps she should just let go, and follow wherever Rianne happened to lead. 

Fiona rushed through her shower as quickly as possible, knowing they still had to go to school, and that Rianne was waiting to use the shower. And as it always did, the thought of the grey-eyed siren brought a tender, almost silly smile to her lips. 

But here, standing under the sobering spray of water, she could see how mad her sudden transformation would seem to anyone else. Just the previous day Fiona had been wracked with anxiety at the idea of being romantically involved with someone of the same sex, to the point of almost physically attacking a boy for accusing her of it, his needlessly unpleasant demeanor notwithstanding. But now she was happily indulging herself in the charms of the fairer sex, and it already felt so right. Fiona wasn't sure she could explain it or even understand it, but she felt more at peace now, like some massively important piece of her life she hadn't known was missing had slotted into place. 

The blonde jumped in fright and almost fell as a loud knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts. "Fi, are you almost done in there? Hurry up, we're gonna be late!" 

"Okay, sorry, I'm just finishing up!" Fiona called back, as she quickly rinsed Rianne's expensive salon conditioner out of her dripping hair. She smiled again (she'd done a lot of that in the last sixteen hours, it seemed, more than ever before) at the thought of using her girlfriend's bath products, and smelling like her all day. Yet another sign of Rianne's ownership of her. 

Rianne knocked again, once Fiona was out and drying her hair with one towel, with another one wrapped around her nude form. "I'm almost done, Ree, just drying my hair!" 

"Come on, Fi, let me in!" 

Fiona unlocked the door and stepped back as Rianne swept in, still naked and carrying fresh clothes. She silently set her clothes aside and approached her lover like a wolf stalking a sheep, and the blonde felt an exquisite shiver dance up and down her spine as those smoky grey eyes swept over her body, the approval and desire evident in her eyes. She stepped back involuntarily as the brunette stepped forward, and whimpered like a prey animal as her back hit the sink and Rianne's hands found her hips. 

"Mmmm, look at you," Rianne purred, as she pressed harder against the trembling blonde. "You're so pretty, and you smell so nice." She leaned forward and ran her tongue up and down the smooth expanse of her girlfriend's neck, eliciting from the blonde that shaky moan that she was coming to absolutely adore. "If we didn't have to go to school today, I'd take you right here. And you wouldn't stop me, would you?" 

Fiona shook her head at once, wondering how Rianne could hold such power over her. One glance from those smoldering grey eyes and she was so much putty in the girl's hands. She knew that could possibly get her into trouble later, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She was totally consumed by this girl, drowning in her, and she had never been happier. 

"Wait right here," Rianne whispered, her lips ghosting over Fiona's earlobe. "But get dressed. I wanna do your hair and makeup." Fiona nodded wordlessly, not quite trusting herself to speak yet, as the brunette stepped into the shower and drew the curtain. 

Fiona looked at the black satin panties Rianne had given her, but didn't dare put them on yet. As aroused as she was, they would be soaked almost immediately. But even as her hand travelled down between her legs to relieve some of her tension, Rianne whipped the shower curtain aside, as if she knew. 

"No," she said firmly, with a stern nod at the blonde's questing hand. "Don't touch that. While I'm here, that's mine. Do you understand?" 

Fiona blushed. "Sorry, Ree, I just didn't want to ruin your panties." 

Rianne laughed. "I want you to be wet, sweet one. I want you to feel that, all day long, and for you to always remember who did that to you. I want you to be constantly reminded, all day, that you're mine. Okay?" 

"Like I could ever forget," Fiona mumbled, but nevertheless pulled her girlfriend's panties up over her drenched sex. The naughty feeling of wearing another girl's underwear, combined with her already delirious state of arousal, nearly made Fiona's knees give out, and she was forced to grab the edge of the sink to keep from falling. The feeling multiplied by a factor of ten once she slid her tight jeans up over her legs, and by the time she'd put on her bra and top her nipples were so hard that the slight pressure of her clothing was very nearly bringing her to orgasm. 

But she knew they didn't have time for another round, so Fiona simply sat down on the closed toilet lid and forced herself to perform some meditation exercises. She focused her thoughts inward, accompanied by the slight hissing of the shower running and Rianne softly singing to herself, her voice surprisingly soulful and melodic. 

Thankfully, Fiona felt the arousal subside after a few minutes, at least enough so that the lust wasn't driving her to the brink of insanity. She knew it wouldn't go away completely, not with her stunning lover totally nude, less than six feet away, but she also knew that if she intended to still be friends with Rianne, she would need to learn to control her arousal around her. As much fun as it was, their relationship couldn't be all about sex, or it was doomed from the start. 

But hopefully there will still be plenty of sex, she found herself thinking as Rianne stepped out of the shower, water dripping off her glorious, nubile figure. She caught Fiona's gaze and smiled, her eyes sparkling enchantingly, and Fiona grinned at the love she saw in those eyes. 

"Here, let me get that for you," the blonde said huskily, and grabbed a clean towel from the rack. She stepped forward, the brunette watching her intently all the while, and began drying her off, patting the fluffy towel all over her girlfriend's body with unmistakable sensuality, unable to resist placing the occasional kiss on the girl's heated flesh. 

By the time she knelt before Rianne to dry her legs, the evidence of the brunette's arousal was impossible to miss. The scent was divine, and Fiona took a moment to revel in the fact that Rianne was just as turned on by her as she was by Rianne. The temptation to lean forward and taste her sweet ambrosia was almost irresistable, but Fiona knew that if she did that, they would most certainly be late for school. 

She was thorough but quick, and by the time the blonde took another towel and went to work on her hair, Rianne's entire body was humming, feverish with desire. But even as rushed as they were, Fiona couldn't resist just a little tease. She embraced the heated brunette from behind, and her hand wandered underneath the towel that was now wrapped around her girlfriend's body, running a single finger over her soaked cleft. The blonde then brought that finger to her mouth and sucked on it, savoring the taste of the brunette's nectar. 

"Looks like I'm not the only one who's wet," she whispered lowly, her soft lips tickling Rianne's ear, as she barely suppressed a mad giggle. 

"You're gonna pay for that, Blondie," Rianne said hoarsely, turning to face the snickering blonde. "But later. Now we need to get ready." 

She then manuevered Fiona in front of the mirror and began brushing out her still-damp hair, with a quiet tenderness and intimacy that was stimulating, but oddly comforting as well. Fiona could feel some part of her reaching out in yearning for the brilliant girl who was now running gentle fingers through her cornsilk hair, and the fond kiss that Rianne placed on her temple when she was done sent a frisson of warmth cascading through her body, making her heart beat just that little bit faster. Then she glanced at their reflection in the mirror, her eyes connected with Rianne's, and she could almost sense the other girl's heart reaching out for her as well. 

Even through all the kissing, all the touching, the fantastic sex and the long, deep conversations, Fiona would later remember this exact moment-their intense gazes meeting in that mirror, Rianne's fingers absently stroking her hair-as the moment she knew she'd found her other half. All the storybook romances, the talk of soulmates, which she'd always loved despite secretly not believing it was real, none of that seemed so ridiculous now. It was as if there were some great, invisible force in the universe, one that only made its presence known to a select few, and now that she'd seen it and experienced it she couldn't live in ignorance any longer. 

She thought back to Plato again, and she figured that this was what his allegorical prisoners must have felt like, as they broke their chains and stepped out of the cave for the first time. Now she saw the light of the sun, she saw the real world, and she marveled at how she could've been so blind. All the misery, that pervasive feeling of misanthropy, those had only been the shadows on the wall of the cave. But now she could live under the sun and the sky, and would happily spend the rest of her life showing her love and gratitude to the girl who had brought her out. 




Identity Crisis Ch. 02



Through sheer force of will, the girls had managed to get ready without any further incidents. They'd gotten dressed, gotten their school things together, and made their way to Fiona's car with nary a sign that anything had happened between them. But as Fiona turned the key and the engine roared to life, the two of them shared a look full of quiet significance, one that said everything that needed to be said, without really saying anything at all. Then the blonde backed out of the driveway, and they were off. 

Although Fiona's body was still buzzing just from her proximity to the gorgeous Rianne, she was currently more focused on the ordeal that lay ahead, namely, coming back to some semblance of normalcy after such a momentous, life-changing night. It seemed odd, to both of them, that the rest of the world still seemed to be the same. After last night, it felt like the Earth had been knocked off its axis, that their lives were so completely different now that everything else should have changed, too. 

But no, nothing had changed. The cars on the road still drove to and fro, going about their days like always. The sun still shone in the sky, bright and clear, and the February morning still held its considerable chill. The school still stood where it always had, with the usual students loitering around outside. Fiona sighed, and could feel the almost audible thump of her feet landing firmly back on the bedrock of reality as she pulled into the parking lot. 

By some miracle, and some very fancy driving on Fiona's part, the two of them had managed to reach the school around the same time they usually did. Unfortunately, there was no hiding the hickeys on Fiona's neck, or the flush in her cheeks from the sublimely erotic sensation of wearing her girlfriend's panties. 

"Are you gonna be okay today?" Rianne inquired, examining Fiona's face closely. "We don't have to tell anyone about us, if that's what you're worried about." 

It was a good question, and was exactly what Fiona was worried about, which of course Rianne knew without needing to ask. She loved Rianne, but she knew how cruel the kids at school were when they'd only thought she was a lesbian. She couldn't imagine how they would react once their suspicions were confirmed. She only knew it would be...very unpleasant, to say the least. 

But even worse than that, they would start to torment Rianne as well. She knew very well the brunette could take care of herself, but the idea of someone she loved suffering like that brought a sharp pang to her heart. Now Fiona believed she understood why Rianne had gotten so angry when she'd heard about what Paul had said to her. It was one thing when someone insulted her, but when it was someone she loved, that was a whole other thing entirely. 

"No, I want to," Fiona replied. "Besides, Daisy and Lisa will know the minute they see us anyway, and they're the only ones I care about. Everyone else already thinks I'm a lesbian, so this won't be any different." 

She tried to affect a bravado that she didn't feel, at all, but she knew the other girl wasn't convinced. She went to get out of the car, and Rianne's hand on her wrist stopped her. "Please don't lie to me, okay?" she said, her tone soft but firm. "I know you well enough to see that this bothers you, even if you say it doesn't." 

Fiona's face flushed, whether from shame or anger she couldn't say. Perhaps both. A little anger at Rianne for calling her out, but mostly at the Neanderthals in her school, the ones who made being herself such an issue for her. They acted so simian, hooting and hollering, mercilessly bullying anyone who didn't fit their little molds and laughing like stupid hyenas whenever they attacked their prey. And they had the nerve to ridicule her for not being who they thought she should be. 

"What do you want me to say?" Fiona answered, determinedly avoiding her girlfriend's gaze. "Of course it bothers me when these people talk about us behind our backs. But I don't want you to think I'm ashamed of you, either, because I'm really not. I just wanna be able to be with you without everyone judging us all the time." 

"I never thought you were ashamed of me," Rianne told her, the surprise evident in her voice. "I don't want to argue with you, Fi, really. We'll do this however you want, whatever makes you feel comfortable. All I want is to be with you, so I couldn't care less whether or not we tell people." 

Fiona took a deep breath. "Okay, then we'll just tell Lisa and Daisy. They won't spread it around, at least I hope not. Is that all right?" 

"Of course, baby," Rianne said, with a brilliant smile. "Whatever you want is fine with me." 

"Okay, then how about some quick backseat sex before we go inside?" Fiona teased, running a finger lightly up and down her girlfriend's bare arm. "Wearing your panties is getting me all hot and bothered." 

"Don't tempt me," Rianne warned her, smiling. "Remember, I don't care what these people think. I'll bend you over the hood of this car and fuck you in front of everyone." 

Fiona pushed it a bit further and leaned in close, breathing in the brunette's unique scent. "Are you trying to talk me into this or out of it?" 

Rianne kissed her quickly, then pushed her away with a mock scowl. "You're a real brat sometimes. Has anyone ever told you that?" 

"I love you too," Fiona answered with a merry grin. 

Fiona soon found that having a loving girlfriend by her side made everything better. Even small things, like walking in the dreaded front doors of her school, were an absolute pleasure with Rianne beside her. Suddenly the drudgery of high school was infinitely more bearable, and the whispers in the hallway were only so much background noise. The day seemed a bit brighter, the colors more vivid and intense, and even the stupid sheep, gawking at them as they strolled by hand in hand, lost in each other, bothered them not at all. 

But Fiona's smile faded a bit as she spied Paul, leaning against his locker, flanked by his equally machismo-laden friends, smirking knowingly at the two of them. But as the grip on her hand tightened almost painfully, she looked over to see Rianne, stormclouds in her eyes, and a vicious snarl curling her lips. She tried to calm her furious girlfriend, but Rianne wrenched free and marched right over to him, not the least bit intimidated despite his larger size. 

"What the fuck are you smiling at?" she snapped, her glare hot enough to melt steel. His friends dispersed, like gazelles fleeing the approach of a lion, but Paul stood his ground, determined not to lose face. Fiona would have admired his courage if she hadn't known it to be stupidity instead. 

"Oh, you know. Just Dyke-a-delic over there," he laughed. His laugh was cut short when Rianne's hand flashed out, almost too fast to see, and brutally cracked across the side of his face. His head rocked back with the force of it, and Fiona's mouth gaped open, not quite believing what had just happened. 

His eyes darkened, and he came for the smaller brunette, but Rianne was much too quick for him. She dodged to the side, gripped his wrist tightly, and kicked his legs out from under him, all in one fluid movement. Within seconds, he was flat on his face, his arm twisted excruciatingly behind his back, with Rianne's knee planted firmly between his shoulder blades. 

"Let me be clear," she snarled, her voice quivering with barely-suppressed fury. "What Fiona does in her private life is none of yours or anyone else's business, you hear me?" When he was too slow to reply, she yanked on his arm, wrenching a cry of pain from his bruised lips. 

"Yes! I hear you!" 

"Good," she answered tightly. "And that's the last time you talk to her like that. Period. If I hear about you harassing her again, I'll hurt you. I mean it." 

Rianne released the shaking boy, leaving him there, moaning in pain, and walked back to her staring girlfriend's side. "Let's go." 

Fiona was silent for a few minutes, and the tension between them was palpable as they made their way to her locker. 

"You didn't have to do that," Fiona finally said. "I mean, I appreciate that you took up for me, but I wish you would've just let it go." 

"I'm sorry, Fi, really," Rianne answered, looking genuinely contrite. "But him talking to you like that, looking at you like that, it made me so mad that I couldn't just let him get away with it. If we just let people like that walk all over us, it'll never stop. He needed to be taught a lesson." 

"But what if you get in trouble?" 

Rianne scoffed. "There weren't any teachers out there to see. Besides, you think he's gonna go tell the principal that he got beaten up by a girl? Not likely." 

Fiona didn't have a response for that, and she didn't want to argue with Rianne, so they simply continued on to the library in silence. But Fiona's heart sped up as they walked through those doors, the thought of telling their friends suddenly daunting, terrifying. Rianne seemed to sense this, because she took Fiona's hand in hers and squeezed tightly. 

"It'll be okay, I promise." 

Fiona gave her a grateful nod, then the two of them made a beeline for their usual study room, where Daisy and Lisa were already waiting. 

"Hey, guys!" Lisa greeted, leaping to her feet to hug both of them. "How are my two favorite girls?" 

Rianne gave her usual quiet greeting while Fiona tried her best to force a genuine smile onto her face. "Hey Lise, Daisy." 

Daisy was already absorbed in a book, so she gave them a quick wave before returning her attention to the leatherbound Neitzsche volume on the table before her. 

"Oh my God, Fi, are those hickeys on your neck?" Lisa laughed, pushing the blonde's hair aside to get a better look. "You slut! Who gave them to you? Do we know him?" 

Daisy closed her book, interested in the conversation now, and gave the grinning Lisa a hard pinch. "Stop it," she admonished, with a hard look. "You're embarrassing her." 

"It's ok," Fiona assured, with a grateful smile to Daisy. "But to answer your question-yes, you do know him. Or her, I should say." 

If she hadn't been so nervous, Fiona would have laughed then at the identical dumbfounded expressions her two friends wore. The stunned silence seemed to drag on forever, Fiona's heart beating like a triphammer in her chest. 

"Her?" Daisy finally managed. "So you were with-a girl?" 

"Yes," Fiona answered, biting her lip, nervously glancing between Daisy and Lisa, waiting for one or both to laugh at her or tell her she was a freak. 

"Who was it?" Lisa asked curiously, her tone unusually subdued. 

Rianne stepped closer in response, and slipped her arm around Fiona's waist, while the blonde rested her head on her girlfriend's shoulder. The eyes of the other two girls went comically wide, and Lisa audibly gasped. 

"Oh my God, really?" Lisa shrilled, her voice suddenly an octave higher with excitement. "That is so adorable! You guys are so cute together!" 

"So does this mean you're-lesbians, then?" Daisy asked, with no hint of accusation or recrimination in her voice. Fiona considered this, then shook her head. 

"No, I don't think so. I'm not, anyway." 

The other girls all looked at her curiously, with no small amount of confusion. 

"What does that mean?" Daisy responded. "You guys are together, right?" Fiona nodded. "And you've gotten physical, and liked it. Right?" Another nod. "And you're both girls. How does that not equal lesbian?" 

"It's hard to explain," Fiona said. "It's just that I'm not attracted to girls. Just Rianne. I love Rianne. Not because she's a girl, but because she's her. I love everything about her, and the fact that she's a girl is just incidental. Does that make any sense at all?" 

The others still looked confused, but Rianne was practically glowing. She had a sweet, gentle smile on her face, and Fiona would have kissed her soundly if they'd been alone. 

"I get it," Daisy said after a few minutes, smiling. "And I'm happy for you guys, really." 

"Me too," Lisa chimed in, her usual bright demeanor firmly back in place. 

Fiona actually laughed in relief. The love she had for her friends swelled up warmly in her heart and she hugged them both tightly. "Thank you guys, so much. I was so afraid of telling you." 

"Why?" Daisy asked, with a piercing look into Fiona's eyes. "Did you think we were homophobic or something? When did we ever give you that idea?" 

"No, I didn't think you were homophobes, honestly. I don't know what I thought. I was just afraid it would change things between us. And you guys are the only thing I like about this place. The idea of losing that, it was just terrible." 

Daisy hugged her then, which stunned Fiona into silence. Daisy never hugged anyone. She was definitely not the touchy-feely type. 

"Don't be stupid," Daisy told her, relaxing the blonde a bit. That was more like the Daisy she knew. "You're not losing anyone. And anyone who would abandon you for being yourself isn't worth having in the first place. You're better than that, and better than them. Never be afraid to be yourself." 

"You're such a drama queen, Fi," Lisa broke in, defusing the tension in the air with her usual aplomb. "You worry too much, seriously. Just stop babbling and kiss the girl." She smiled devilishly, tilting her head toward Rianne, who was watching her girlfriend with equal parts worry and amusement. 

Fiona shrugged, then looped her arms around Rianne's neck and drew her close. Their lips met, to the muted cheers of their friends, and they kissed deeply, lovingly, like there was nothing and no one else in the world besides the two of them. 

'Yeah, this is what life is all about,' Fiona thought, pure, unbridled joy suffusing her heart with its brilliance as the brunette's luscious lips worked against her own, their tongues languidly dancing together. 'Give me this, just this, forever.' 

"Daddy, are you home?" Fiona called out, as she walked in through the kitchen door. Her father's car was in the garage, but he sometimes went to visit the neighbors, and he liked to walk around the neighborhood occasionally. Like his daughter, he loved the outdoors, and the fresh air. 

She heard rustling from upstairs, and grimaced with sick anticipation. The blonde didn't think he would react badly to learning of her latent sexuality, but she knew it would change things. She would be foolish not to expect that. 

"Fiona? How was your day, honey?" Fiona gulped as the heavy footsteps of her father made their way down the stairs, until he entered the kitchen, smiling affably at her. 

"Um, it was okay, I guess." she answered nervously. 

"Good, that's good," he replied. "Listen, next time you're gonna stay at one of your friends' houses, call me and let me know, all right? I need to know where you are, at least while you're still living here." 

Fiona nodded in agreement. "Okay, that's fair. I'm sorry about that, Dad, really, Rianne and I just got caught up, and we lost track of time. I didn't mean to fall asleep." 

"I understand," he told her, clasping her shoulder gently. "It's happened to us all. Just be more careful next time." 

"Umm, listen, Dad, I have something I need to tell you." 

He raised an eyebrow curiously. "Oh? You can tell me anything, sweetheart, you know that. There's no need to be so nervous." 

"Well, I'm not quite sure how to say this, so I'll just say it. And please, try not to freak out, okay?" She paused, gathering her thoughts, and saw a curious blankness on her father's face, but he remained silent. "You know Rianne, right? Well, she and I are...well, we're dating." 

Her father could not have looked more surprised. Whatever he'd expected her to say, it clearly wasn't that. "You're-dating? Rianne? How serious is it?" 

"As serious as it gets," she responded without hesitation. "I love her, and she loves me. We talked yesterday, and I realized we've felt this way for a while. We just didn't know what it was, or we didn't want to admit it. But it's there, and it's real." 

"I-I don't know what to say," he stammered, more uncertain than she'd ever seen him. "I suppose I just never expected you to be-well, gay." 

"I'm not, really. I don't like any other girls, just Rianne, and her being a girl isn't the reason I like her. It's just because of who she is, and who I am. We just fit, somehow, and the gender thing doesn't really matter so much." 

"And you love her? Really love her?" 

"I do," Fiona answered, with a winsome smile. "And I know what you're probably thinking, that I'm too young to know what real love is, that I'm just experimenting or something, but that's not it at all. I know it's real. I can't explain how I know, but I do. I can feel it. And I really hope you're okay with this, because we need each other." 

"I want you to listen to me very carefully, and think about what I'm about to tell you," her father told her seriously, his firm gaze demanding her attention. "And if you still want to be with her afterwards, then you have my blessing." 

"Okay," Fiona answered, her voice wavering. 

"Love is more than just the good times," he said, his eyes suddenly far away. "It can be fantastic, and magical, and beautiful, but you're too young to have seen the dark side yet. There's nothing in this world that can hurt you like love can. It can cut you deep, all the way down to your soul, and leave you so broken that you just can't see how you can live with the pain." 

His eyes clouded over then, and incredibly, a single tear escaped and rolled its lonely way down his stubbled cheek. 

"I loved your mother more than anything, so much that she was the world to me. She was everything. Then she gave me you, and life was so perfect that I couldn't believe my good fortune. I had a beautiful, perfect wife and a lovely, healthy baby girl. It was like something out of a story, you know, the ones where everyone lives happily ever after. 

"But when she got sick, everything came crashing down. She got worse and worse, and I had to watch her fade away, inch by inch, while the world got a little darker every day. Then she was gone, and all I had left of her was you, and the hole in my heart where she used to be." 

Fiona now had tears pouring profusely down her face. Five years later, and the wound left by her mother's passing was still as fresh as ever. But somehow her father's sadness was worse, knowing that he'd loved her too, and Fiona could do nothing to ease his pain. 

"I don't want you to misunderstand me," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "We had so many good times, your mother and I, and she gave me a very precious gift, one that I will always treasure." He took his daughter's hand and squeezed it softly, giving her a loving smile. "But losing her was pain like I'd never felt. It felt like the world was ending, like everything we had and everything we could have was all gone at once, just erased. Love is funny like that. When it's that intense, it feels like a gift from God, but when you accept that, you accept the other side of the coin, too. Everything ends, even love, and you need to be prepared for that when it happens." 

"I know, Daddy," she sniffled, sounding and feeling so much like a little girl that he took her into his arms, and held her tight. "But I still love her. I can't give up all the good things we can have just because it'll be over someday. It's worth it for her. I'd endure any kind of pain if it means I get to be with her." 

He smiled warmly, filled with love and pride for his daughter, and squeezed her tighter. "You're wiser than I was at your age, Fi," he said affectionately. "You're the very image of your mother, and if she makes you happy, then Rianne will always be welcome in our family. 




Identity Crisis Ch. 02



Fiona laughed with relief. It was over, the hard part was over. Everyone who mattered knew, and the world was still spinning. All that dread and terror seemed so silly now, and the blonde felt as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She couldn't wait to tell Rianne. 

But Fiona wasn't naive. Far from it. She knew it wouldn't all be smooth sailing. Even the best relationships required work. But she was confident the two of them could weather any storm, because the pleasure was worth all the pain. Love really did conquer all, and Fiona was willing to spend the rest of her life proving that to be true. As long as they had each other, it really would be okay. 

Epilogue 

"Come on, it's this way!" Fiona urged, almost dragging Rianne behind her, over the sand, rocks, and sparse vegetation, with only the full moon to light their way. 

"Fi, we've been walking for twenty minutes now," Rianne whined. She'd given up resisting, now she was just trying her best not to stumble and skin her knee on a rock. "Where are we even going?" 

"I told you, it's a surprise," Fiona retorted, trying not to show her growing impatience. "This has to be seen, not told. You'll like it, I promise." 

They continued walking for a few more minutes, Rianne biting her lip to stem the tide of her complaints, Fiona suppressing her excitement. Finally, they came to one last stand of trees, and Fiona headed toward them with a will, and pushed through. 

Before them stood a small, isolated strand of beach, bordered on all sides by straggly trees and weeds. The sand looked almost white in the light of the moon, and stretched all the way to the water in one continuous, unbroken expanse. 

Fiona walked them out onto the pale sand, almost to the water's edge, then sat down, beckoning Rianne to join her. The two of them sat in silence for a while, gazing thoughtfully out over the shimmering waves. The ocean stood before them, calm and majestic, reaching all the way to the horizon, murmuring softly under the watchful gaze of the moon. 

"This is my place," Fiona said quietly, her pensive gaze still fixed firmly on the horizon. Her hand found Rianne's and squeezed gently. "You're the first person I've ever brought here. It's special to me, personal, and I didn't want to share it with just anyone." 

Rianne, touched, swallowed hard but didn't reply. She sensed Fiona had more to share, and wanted to hear her out until the end. 

"It's romantic here at night, especially when the moon and stars are out, but that's not the only reason I brought you here. I feel...connected to this place, in a way I've only ever felt once before, with you. 

"Look out there, where the ocean meets the sky. That big, beautiful sky. It just gives you such a wonderful sense of perspective, being out here. If you were to go out far enough, our whole planet would be nothing but a little blue speck. It makes all of our problems seem so...insignificant. We're all so very tiny, on a cosmic scale, and we're gone so quickly. We don't have enough time to do everything we want, so we have to focus on what's most important. I don't want to worry anymore about what people think about us." She took Rianne's hand in her own and kissed her fingers. "I only want to be with the person I love most, for as long as I can. That's what's most important to me. That's the only thing that matters." 

"Oh, Fi," Rianne sighed, her heart filled to the brim with her own love for the blonde beside her. She pulled Fiona to her and kissed her, pouring all her love and affection into her lips. They kissed for a while, so lost in each other that a tidal wave wouldn't have broken their reverie. 

Fiona broke away abruptly and climbed to her feet, a playful smile adorning her full lips. She pulled Rianne up after her and stepped in close, tangling her fingers in her girlfriend's hair. "Do you hear that?" 

Rianne cocked her head, listening intently. All she heard was the quiet soughing of the wind, and the muted murmur of the undulating waves, luminous with reflected moonlight. "Just the wind, and the ocean." 

"Exactly!" Fiona enthused, her violet eyes iridescent in the light of the moon and stars, almost unbearably beautiful. "The world is singing to us, baby. Isn't it lovely?" 

"Yeah," Rianne said warmly, gathering the adorable blonde into her arms. "It's all so very lovely, sweetheart. Dance with me?" Fiona grinned and nodded, molding her body to her girlfriend's. 

"This is so perfect, Ree," the blonde sighed happily, burying her nose in Rianne's hair, surrounding herself with the brunette's sweet, utterly addicting scent as they swayed together. "I'm glad you're here. I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather share this with than you. Can we just stay here, just like this, forever?" 

"Of course, honey," Rianne answered with a fond smile, pulling her beaming girlfriend in for another passionate, toe-curling kiss. "I'll always be right here, with you. I already told you; I'm never letting you go." 

"I'll hold you to that," Fiona whispered breathily in her lover's ear, raising goosebumps on Rianne's pale neck. Then she moaned, as the blonde's full, pink lips ghosted slowly down her neck, moving slowly but steadily towards her waiting mouth. "Now enough talking. If I'm yours, then show me." 

The End



Identity Crisis Ch. 02



Victor growled again in her mind. You're hurting again.

He's probing me.

I don't like it. I'm coming in.

If you come in, you come in unarmed and quiet.

Silence. Scott sniped back at Logan that the man wouldn't know what to do with a good present even if he got him one.

Fine.

He broke off telepathic communication.

Victor?

Victor?

VICTOR?

He was not there. She panicked, but could not move. Charles had her firmly in hand, Scott and Logan had agreed to discuss Christmas later, and the alarms were going off as Victor approached the mansion. Jamie reabsorbed his gluttonous copy and went with the other, along with most of the other X-men, to capture her lover.

All she could do was remember and hope.

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I cut her off. She asked for a hell of a lot already.

I was joking earlier about marriage. Yeah, it'd be fun to see the reactions, but the reality wasn't something I was ready for.

I guess she was.

Hmph. Never guessed any woman would want to marry me. Hey, might as well take her up on it.

No time to get married anyway.

I walked around to the front gate.

Never run to your own destruction, right?

I leaped up and over the fence. I knew I tripped at least three alarms on the way in.

I hate the smell of cooking flesh. Especially when it's mine.

I wonder if they'll let me tell her before they kill me that I accepted her offer?

One sure way to find out.

They're boiling in there and burst out to meet me.

Nice to meet the family before you pop the question, isn't it?

I just drop and remember her sweet, throaty voice from this morning, holding my hands ready for the cuffs.

It's just pain. I've had three lifetimes full already.

The blue guy next to me's babbling about how the cuffs do something to my powers. Probably dampen or completely inhibit them. I ignore him and get to my feet.

"I need to see Tessa." I address the guy who seems to be in charge, a hard, aggressive guy with a smaller, wimpier twin standing beside him.

Big Blue starts laughing. So does Wolf-girl and Wings. The wimpier guy clears his throat, but the man I talked to answers. "I'll take you there."

The wimpy guy puts a hand on his shoulder, and he sinks back into the wimp. He sighs. "I didn't know any side of me was that crazy before, either."

So Xerox man isn't in charge. "Who's supposed to be in charge here?"

"My eminently confused captive, I am." Big Blue. Figures.

"So, can I see her, or do you need to lock me up first?"

He turns his head. "I am not in the habit of giving intruders, particularly violent and psychopathic ones, access to any of our team members."

I sigh. "I gotta ask her something."

"Perhaps you should let me ask her in your stead."

I shake my head and walk inside with him. "I'm the only one who asks people to marry me. Sorry."

He blinks. "I had the impression from our earlier dialogue that it was already settled."

I stop walking. "That was informal." And Tessa speaking out of turn. But I don't tell Blue that.

The X-Geeks push me, so I start walking again, though I'd rather gut the lot of them.

He nods slowly. "I shall do my best to persuade Charles to permit you a visitor in your room later."

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When Charles had finished, she was unsettled and sick. Her mouth tasted dry and bitter. She retched, but thankfully did not bring anything up. Scott and Logan were watching her, as was Charles. He silently offered her a glass of water.

She felt dirty. He had been inside her mind, sharing her feelings, her thoughts. She swirled the water inside her mouth to cleanse it.

Silence grated on her. She swallowed and tried for some of her usual calm. "So, any more brilliant ideas, Professor?"

Hm. Apparently, calm was not something she could attain at the moment. She adjusted her goal to "sarcastic hostility" instead.

He looked five inches above her right shoulder and spoke to that point. "I am sorry, but you understand it was a possible security risk."

"I'm tired of understanding." She rose and began pacing restlessly. "I'm tired of waiting and holding back. I don't want what most of you do. I tried, Charles. I really did. But with Victor, I have finally found someone who, instead of recoiling from what I am, embraces it and makes me even more like me."

Logan moved abruptly. Scott leaned against the wall, watching her with the same neutral expression he used for most things. Charles blushed and avoided looking at anyone. "Are you certain we cannot be what you want?"

She laughed, a long, buoyant laugh, and waved a hand toward the group. "Just look at yourself, Charles. You can't look me in the eye. Logan probably is having a hard time restraining himself from just eliminating me. Poster boy for straight and narrow, Scott, couldn't relate to what I said any more than you can. He's truly your son more than anyone else's, isn't he?"

"I resent that," the man said quietly. The corners of his mouth turned down a fraction. "I was planning to wait until we were alone to ask, but I would ask you to stay."

She jerked to a halt and stalked over to him. "Why?"

Charles kept a concerned eye on Scott as the woman confronted him. Scott crossed his arms over his chest and responded, "Because a lot of the kids here think that being different means we'll reject them, too. I'd rather have the X-men be known for who we include, not for the people we exclude."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Ya might have just earned yourself a Christmas present there."

Scott relaxed and let his arms fall to his sides. "Well, you know I live for your approval."

"Who doesn't?" He adjusted his hat and smirked. "So many fans, so little time."

Professor Xavier raised his head and looked at Tessa, really looked at her. He let out a short blast of air. "You know we cannot accept Sabretooth here."

She nodded, looking down at her hands, restlessly moving together before her eyes. She hadn't expected any kind of acceptance, particularly from Scott, and was amazed by Charles' turnaround.

"Perhaps, instead, we can propose a compromise. You drop down to adjunct status. I can always find you if there is need for your particular talents. You could set up a schedule with Scott of … training for our youth who need your capabilities. Your personal life can become … more of a focus, should you choose." Logan snorted and she smiled roguishly as Charles searched for a word to describe her personal affairs.

"My vacation is still coming up." Charles nodded, his skin changing back to its normal hue. "And of course, we will let you know about the wedding. Now, where is Victor?"

Scott's quiet snickers cut off, and he gestured for her to follow him.

The room was silent for a moment, then a guffaw split the silence, followed by a shout of laughter. Howls and sputters filled the empty space as the idea of Sabretooth and a wedding spurred more chortles and gasps for breath.

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I was locked in a room in the basement. It was stripped of practically everything.

I tested the wall, just to be sure.

Punching, slashing, kicking, nothing damaged it.

I hate being caged.

I prowled around the room. Smells of engine oil, metal, gas. Old smells.

It was once used for storage.

The cuffs are strong. Very strong.

I tried to calm down and focus on breaking the lock. I thought of her standing next to me, telling me to do it, that she'll be here with me. Gotta get a claw over to the lock. I might need to dislocate a finger for a while to get the job done.

I wanted to hear her tell me she loved me before. My dream-Tessa laughed at me. Idiot. You should have told me, if that was what you wanted.

Tessa? I was amazed. I had nearly gotten my left index finger over, but I saw I would need to dislocate it. I did, wincing. Wish that healing factor of ours also was a pain dampening factor.

I heard you from two floors up. You're in pain. What did they do to you?

Heh. Someone getting angry for me because I was hurting. I put my finger back in place, feeling it heal with a groan of protest. Nothing.

Nothing? She sounded outraged.

Same kinda nothing you felt before, sweetheart.

Oh. She paused, but wouldn't tell me what had hurt her. We're coming to get you out. We're leaving.

The door opened out. I held back, watching as Tessa came in first. Smart move. She held the cuff keys in her right hand. Summers was outside, sweating like crazy.

His scent was on her arms. He had touched her. I started a low rumble in my throat.

He touched my Tessa.

She noticed and paused, holding my hand. "What?"

"He touched you."

She nodded, slow. "It didn't hurt. It was okay."

Faint scent of blood. "Turn around."

She tensed. "I am all right. Don't worry. We're going to get out of here and everything will be fine."

The rumble revved up to a full roar. "Turn AROUND!"

Rigid, posed like a doll, she turned for me. I saw the small holes in her costume, the drop of blood falling from one of the six points he'd pushed into her skin.

Logan had touched her.

That made Summers fade away.

Logan had hurt my Tessa.

No! Victor, you can't. You won't. I won't let you.

Try and stop me. He had drawn her blood.

I wasn't moving. I wanted to. She stood there, hard as iron, turned back around, hand out at her side, stopping Summers from coming any further while she took control of my muscles from me.

Victor, listen. It didn't bother me. He didn't really hurt me. He wasn't challenging you.

She had a knack for getting to the heart of a matter. How do you know?

Will you stay and listen if I let you go?

I didn't want to promise, but she wasn't letting me loose without it. Fine. But it better be good.

Summers stood in the doorway, talking into a communicator. Geek. Probably joined partly because he'd get one. And the uniform.

"Victor. I provoked him. I was angry." Her clear blue eyes looked into mine. I felt the heat rising from her skin. "You could feel how bitter I was. I used you as a threat. He reacts to you the way you do to him."

I wanted to rip the runt's throat out. Regenerate that, boy. But her face was pleading with me. She didn't want me to.

Damn all women.

I closed my eyes and let the fire within die down a little. The fire outside, though, rising from her skin, was inviting. I had to choose one or the other. Go after the runt, or wrestle with her.

Guess which one I chose.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her up to my face by it. Her pupils grew wide and that sexy little smile I loved curved her sweet lips. "Gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to, then." Her other arm wrapped around my shoulder and I felt her nails prick me as I savaged her mouth, drawing blood as I nipped at her. Her mind purred through mine. You know they're coming.

Yeah. The X-freak isn't talking to himself on that thing. Is he?

She began giggling into my mouth. I got the funniest image, Scott trying to communicate with himself. "Hello? Hello? Am I there? Is this thing on?"

They all ran in, of course, fired up and ready to go, Logan among them. I deliberately held her closer and ran my large hand over her tasty posterior. Stop laughing. We need to be serious now.

Probably was a good thing I was, though. I think Scott would have fired and the others attacked if I hadn't laughed. Her breath caught as I wrapped her around me, tight as my skin. She bit my tongue again.

I love this woman.

She pulled far enough away to whisper, "I belong to you, Victor, and you'd damned well better remember you belong to me."

Possessive. I like that.

The others make odd noises, gasps and groans. Someone begins clapping. What the hell, I put her down, gently, and take a half-bow, keeping her body pressed to my left side.

Summers? Summers was clapping?

Some redhead was looking daggers at him. I let out a whoop of laughter. He was so gonna be in trouble.

So I left with my Tessa at my side. She'd be going back sometimes. Fine with me. I knew now she'd be coming back.

Especially after our trip North. But that's a tale for another day.