2 comments/ 30829 views/ 15 favorites Alex in Wonderland By: Johnboy9 Thanks in advance for any and all feedback and votes. I welcome all sent me. Please, 18 years old and up only allowed. Characters in this story are at least of that age as well, even if not indicated. I put this in the gay category though I am really not sure. Its a slow developing tale, unlike my other stories. It will again develop into a transvestite/transgendered story, but no cross-dressing yet. Only gay scene is kissing and hand-job, but I thought that qualified. Again, I hope you enjoy. ------------------------------------------- My name is Sandra McAdams, though my friends call me Sandy. I run a small modeling agency as well as a talent search company which only employs a modest 4 scouts who are sent out to theatrical events and acting showcase events when I feel they are worth our time. I don't have any big name stars, but I have made a number of women *and* men richer and more famous than they once were (and as a result myself as well, allowing me to afford the rent I pay on this small two-bedroom bungalow I currently reside in here in the beautiful city of Santa Monica, California.) I really love it here because it is only one block from the beach, and the one thing I love to do besides make people rich and famous is lay on the beach. It's also only a half hour drive from Los Angeles and Hollywood which is also a plus for someone like me. Yes, for this girl life was good. It was just about 8 pm when the ringing of the phone stopped me from continuing my perusal of the current list of prospective clients sent me by Joseph, one of my scouts. I actually appreciated the interruption as I'd been looking at their portfolios and resumes for three hours now and was getting quite a headache. Looking at the caller ID, I saw that it was my parent's number. "Hello." "Hi, Sandy." It was my Dad. "Got a minute to talk?" "Sure Dad, what's up," I inquired. "Your Mother and I were wondering if you could do us a favor regarding your brother Alex." "Sure, if I can," I said. "Just what kind of favor were you talking about?" "Well," he said. "You know he just graduated high school last year and has been really keen on getting into this acting thing. Its all he's talked about for the last couple years and he really wants to give it a try." "Actually Dad," I said somewhat guiltily. "I don't remember, Dad. I mean, I remember years ago when I was still living at home he always loved dressing up in his Halloween costumes and playing make-believe, even when Halloween was long past, but no, I had no idea he had taken his love for acting to such a level." "Well he did honey," he said. "And I figure if he doesn't get this acting bug thing out of his system he'll never mature or grow up into anything resembling an adult, you know what I mean? Plus he'll forever be thinking there was something in his life he missed out on and then never forgive himself or anybody who prevented him from trying to attain his goals for the remainder of his life. "I'm not saying he's a brat or baby or anything like that. He just sees the world from such an innocent and naive point of view and until he gets beyond this acting thing, I don't think that will ever change. Because of this I've agreed to let him try it out and see what happens just so he can see how much he likes it, hoping he'll learn eventually how much a pipe dream can cost, and what kind of real chore it actually is. "Trouble is, well honey, you know Ojai. There's nothing up here to help him in that way. My request of you is this: could you take him in down there for a while until he finds a place of his own and also help him find an acting school to go to, as well as some auditions? There's nothing like that up here. You know this place, Sandy. Ojai is the boondocks. A place to come to retire, not a place to go to to grow rich. And don't worry, I'll gladly help pay for his room and board." "Sure Dad, I'd love to have him," I said. "I mean, we are talking just for a little while right, until he finds his own place?" "Yes, yes," he assured me. "But I want him to get a job first before he gets his own place. Not an acting job. No, I don't mean that, because I know that would be impossible to happen so soon. But he needs to get some kind of work – as a busboy, a waiter, anything to show he can handle the responsibility of hacking it in the cold, cruel world all by himself, even if you are only a short distance away. Once he does that and gets his own place, if his job doesn't pay enough to cover all his bills, I'll make up the rest. "So I was wondering if you could help out with that, if maybe you have a few friends or contacts who could help him find his first job. Like I said, it doesn't have to be a great job because I'll pick up the remainder of any outstanding bills he has. I just need him to learn to take responsibility for his life away from the old homestead." "Well Dad," I said a bit apprehensively. "It will be a bit rough going for me at first here – as you know this is the busy season for the fashion industry and I'm up to my neck with requests for models – but I really love you all and will be happy to do what I can for you, and for Alex. So go ahead and make the necessary plans to send him down. I'll start checking into near-by acting schools. I'll even call around and see if there are any jobs available and open apartments close at hand." "Thanks Sandy," he said. "You're a real sweet heart. I'll give you a call when he's about to leave." Wow, I thought. That phone call had me recalling almost a lifetime of memories. Well, not that many, I guess. I've only seen the family two or three times since I moved out seven years ago and those times were maybe four or five years ago. We email, text and talk on the phone a lot, so we're always able to keep in constant contact. However, not knowing about Alex's acting desires made me think that maybe I hadn't been asking very probing questions in my talks with the folks. Mom once told me about four years ago that Alex had played this angel in a Christmas play and suddenly got interested in letting his hair grow out a little longer. Back then she said it was just below his ears. I remember thinking then "Wow!" ------------------------------------------- Three days later I got a call from my Father. "Sandy," he said. "I just wanted to say that Alex will be taking the 11:00 AM bus down there to the Santa Monica Bus Terminal tomorrow. The guy at the station says its a three hour ride, so he should get there about 2:00. Alex will give you a call once he arrives." "Okay Dad," I said. "I'll wait for his call." "And Sandy," Dad said. "Thanks again for doing this." "Sure Dad," I said. "No problem." ------------------------------------------- "Alex, Alex, come on," Betty cried out. "If you don't hurry now you'll miss your bus, and you don't want to do that, do you?" "Be right down, Mom," he yelled from the top of the stairs. "Its just I'm havin' a bitchin' time with my hair here. Do you think you can you give me a hand for a moment?" "Sure, Alex," Betty said, as she moved into his room. After she started to brush his hair, which was almost as long as hers, hanging down to the middle of his shoulder blades, she found it was all matted and tangled up in knots. "Geez, Alex! Didn't you use *any* conditioner when you shampooed this morning?" "Aw Mom," he moaned. "You know I hate that crap. It makes me smell all girly and shit. I can't stand it." "Well then," she said as she worked at it the best she could. "Let me see what I can do. You know sweetie, if my baby wasn't planning to condition her pretty hair this morning, she should have let me braid it last night before beddy-bye time. She knows the braids would have at least kept it from getting all tangled up like this after they were taken down. Then we wouldn't have this mess to deal with." "Yeah, yeah," he grumbled, annoyed because his Mom always talked to him like a little girl when she chastised him about the lack of proper care he showed his now long tresses. "Okay, I'll remember next time. Just don't hassle me about it now." "Well, I got it pretty good right now," she said, taking a step back to look it over. "Here, let me tie it into a nice ponytail for you. That will at least keep it neater looking and the remaining tangles won't be so obvious." "Okay," he said. "I don't mind a tail. It helps keep it out of my eyes." His Mom usually did this for Alex when she worked on his hair as it worked well for him. Usually though she tied it low, as men usually wear their tails. This time though, she put it up high, on the crown of his head, like a girl would wear it, just to please herself and piss him off and to teach Alex a lesson because she was pissed that he just wouldn't do what was required to keep his hair neat and clean ever since he'd started wearing it long. "Here's your suitcase dear," Mom told him as she handed him his bag. "I finished packing it for you. Carry it down to the car, okay?" When they finally got downstairs, Mom rushed Alex out the door and into the car so he wouldn't have a chance to view himself in the mirror by the front door. She knew, when he didn't see himself there, that he probably wouldn't for quite awhile, as he really didn't care how he looked. After putting his bag away, he sat down in the car. He saw his Dad mowing the lawn so realized it would be only he and his Mom going to the bus station. "I'm taking you to the station, Alex," Betty told her son. "There's 3 days of rain coming up so your Dad wanted to get the lawn mowed before it started. Otherwise he'd have driven you, but you know if it doesn't get done the lawn will be a jungle by the time the next dry spell comes around." Alex said he understood although he wished he could have had a chance to say goodby. After some small talk about Alex's upcoming trip, they got to the bus station with about 20 minutes to spare. After Alex got out and pulled his luggage from the car his Mother pulled her cell phone from her purse and called out from her window, "Alex, why don't you pose for me there for a couple pictures. It could be awhile before your Father and I see you again and it will be nice to have some mementos to remind us of this day. "Plus I need to send one to your sister because she has no idea how much you've changed or any idea just what you look like. At least now she'll know who her brother is when she searches the bus station for you. Good, good, Now, hands on your hips, chest out and big smile. That's it. Now turn around and bend over backwards to let your tail hang down behind you. Good. Good. Okay, that's enough, Alex. "Now, get along. And mind you, you be good for your sister once you get there. You mind her and do what she tells you. Sandy will call later to say you got in. Give us a call or send us a text or email occasionally to let us know how things are going. Who knows, maybe we'll see your name up in lights soon. And please, try to behave on the bus ride to her beach house, at least as well as you can. Its not a really long trip, so please try, okay?" "Yes, Mom," he said. "I will. I promise. And tell Dad I said bye, and thanks, both of you. Oh, and send me a couple copies of those pictures too, okay?" "Sure Alex," Betty said, laughing as she drove away. "I'll do that sweetie, I'll do just that." ------------------------------------------- "Yuck," Alex groaned spitefully to himself as he looked over once more to see the two guys on the bench across from him hugging and kissing each other. Then, speaking to the girl sitting on the bench next to him, "That is so gross." "What's that," she asked him, although knowing just what he was speaking of. "Those fairies making out over there," he said, pointing to the two men sitting together and making out with each other uncaring who could see. "You think they'd at least find a hotel room or something. I mean, what? Do they think this is New York City or something? The least they could've done was take all that smoochin' and shit back to their apartment or the men's room or somethin' and done it there instead of broadcasting their love to the whole world here in the station. God! Its just so wrong and perverted, you know?" His fellow passenger was growing weary of Alex's grumbling and rambling and all, going on and on with his homophobic reactions to seeing the two young men showering each other with their...their..well, yes, their definite over the wall affections for each other as from what one could hear one of the men was about to take off, leaving the other one here behind at the station. Alex had never learned to keep from revealing his shock and dismay for anything he termed "unnatural" and spoke up against it whenever the opportunity arose. This cause the girl to grow more and more impatient as she had to stay there and continue listening to his tirade. "Look," she said in a tone indicating her dislike for him and his attitude. "If it bothers you so much, just turn away and don't look at it. There are other things and people you can look at that won't make you feel so ...so...ucky? Go to one of the stores in this terminal and buy something to take your mind off what you're seeing here. "In fact, see if you can find a souvenir to buy whomever you're going to visit, something you think he or she might like. I'm sure that would make them quite happy if you did and make you happy too just to get away from here for a bit." "Yeah, right," Alex said as he got up and moved toward the stores. "That's a good idea. I just hope I don't run into even worse stuff out there. Sheesh! I tell you, I'll really be happy to get out of here." Just getting back in time to board the bus, Alex was actually acting kind of happy for the first time since he left today. "Wow," he said in a tone of amazement. "Well, at least that place wasn't so bad. I mean, you wouldn't believe all these guys coming up to me while I'm looking around and complimenting me on how nice my hair looks, how handsome it makes me look...although, I don't know, but one guy said I looked really pretty. "I thanked him anyway because I didn't want him to feel embarrassed that he'd made a mistake. It was funny though how they all kept squeezing my butt while they were coming up to me. That made me feel really funny. I mean, I was literally blushing with all the nice things they were saying and the friendly way they were acting." "Well, see," the girl said with a hand over her mouth holding back a laugh while looking at his really nice, feminine ponytail and long hair. "Was I wrong? Didn't I tell you? There are some nice boys in this world after all, aren't there? And just imagine how many more compliments you'd have received if you actually start taking proper care of you hair too. By the way, I think you look really nice too. Oh, I'm sorry. I never introduced myself. My name is Julie." "Hi Julie," he said, as he offered her his hand. "I didn't either. My name is Alex." "Alice!" I said very emphatically. "That's a very pretty name. I wish I had a name as pretty as that." When he realized she'd misheard him, Alex turned to correct Julie. But just then the bus driver started loading the passengers onto the bus. Alex, being one of the first and ahead of her, turned to board the bus. "Ticket, miss," the driver said. Julie just couldn't help but continue chuckling until she finally broke out laughing because as they walked to the back of the bus Alex got whistled at 4 times, and one of the guys came out with statements like, "Baby, love your hair!", and "Shit babe, you are one hot chick!" That line alone made Alex stop and fume at the guy, but he just looked back at him and shrugged, then said, "Hey, can I help it? It's not my fault that you're a hot looking babe". Treating the boy and his remarks with great disdain, Alex turned his nose up at the boy's comments and, hands on his hips, stamped his foot in disgust and walked away. When the other boys saw this they roared with laughter. "Oh, oh look," one cried. "The kitty can scratch!" "Don't worry, Alice, just ignore him," Julie said. "That big hunk was talking to me. It was that other big hunk who was lusting after you. You're lucky, though. At least you got the kinder and more sincere compliments. You should be grateful for that." He just moved on with a grunt. Once Alex was seated Julie sat next to him. "Julie," he cried as softly as possible so as not to attract attention. "I've got to make sure you know. I said my name is Alex, not Alice." "Really," she said in amazement. "Alex? Well, you're much too pretty to be an Alex, so you simply must be an Alice. Besides, what do you think those boys over there would do if they found out you let them call you, a boy, a hot looking babe, and afterward you didn't correct them, but let them keep thinking that. Why I bet that first guy's still got a hot, hard luscious tasting rod growing there in his pants just thinking about you. A rod that he's wishing you'd take care of. What do you think he'd do if he found out he was hard for Alex, not Alice, huh?" "Oh shit, Julie," Alex groaned miserably. "I never even thought..." "Of course not, girl," she said. "Most girls don't until they get some experience under their belt. When they're still young, pure and innocent, like you, little sissy, they don't think beyond their own needs." "But Julie," he cried. "What am I going to do? When he finds out, I mean, if he finds out, I'm dead, for sure. He's big, really big!" "Yes, isn't he though," she said in a rather dreamy voice. "I'm sure, in fact, that he's big in all the right places, if you know what I mean." Alex could only gulp in nervous anticipation as unfortunately, he too, agreed that the guy who seemed to lust after him, or rather Alice, would probably be big *all* over. The thought made him shiver. "Look, tell you what," Julie said. "Why don't I go over there and talk to him. I'll tell him all about you, that you're a guy who didn't realized what he was getting caught up in, and that you don't want any part of this. Okay?" "Would you Julie," Alex asked with relief. "That would be so great and I'd be so grateful if you would do that.." "Sure honey," she assured. "Anything for my sweet cupcake. I'll head over there now." The boy in question was sitting alone, 1 seat in front of them and on the other side of the aisle. He looked nervous when Julie asked to sit there next to him and could not seem to keep his eyes on her at first until after awhile he seemed to get interested in what she was saying and then they talked animatedly for almost 15 minutes, both occasionally looking back at Alex who could only look down with a blushing face, although Alex noticed too that the boy did the same when their eyes met. Finally Julie finished her conversation with him and came back over to her seat with Alex. "Well, what happened, what'd he say," Alex wanted to know. "Oh boy," Julie said. "Are you in trouble, kiddo." "Whaddya mean," he asked in a panic. "What did you tell him, and what did he say?" "Well Alex," she started. "He, his name is John, by the way, just wouldn't believe my story when I told him you were a guy. He said you were just too fuckin' hot to be a boy, especially wearing a ponytail like that." "But that's ridiculous, Julie," said a shocked Alex, still unaware of the way his Mother changed his appearance. "A lot of guys wear ponytails. Its really cool, you know? It doesn't make them girly." "I know, I know," Julie said in a voice that seemed to try to reassure him, though she could hardly stifle her giggle. "Look, before your ass is grass in this bus, I'd go over there if I were you and try to set things straight with him. He might start spreading rumors around that you are as you appear to be, at least to him." Alex in Wonderland Ch. 02 Thanks again for any and all feedback and votes. I welcome all sent me. Please, 18 years old and up only allowed. Characters in this story are at least of that age as well, even if not indicated. I put this Chapter in the transvestite/transsexual category though I am pretty sure it's not ready for this category yet. I'd put it in incest because it deals with a brother and sister but there's no sex in this chapter, it's just a continuation of the slow development I am presenting of the story. Maybe erotic coupling or fetish? Anyway, for those who have read and been disappointed because they felt they were misled by the category of this story, let me apologize in advance. It's just that I've never written such a middle of the road story before. Everything else was always black and white. This is completely grey. Anyway, I hope you still enjoy it. ************* Ring...ring... "Hello." "Hi Sandy, its your Mom." "Oh, hi Mom," I said. "How are you? Everything go off as planned then? Alex got off okay and will be here at 3:00, like talked about yesterday?" "Hello, dear," she replied. "Is so nice finally talking to you again. Yes, everything worked out just as we planned. Alex got on the bus on time and should reach you by 3:00, as planned...Ummm Sandy..." "Yeah Mom?" I asked. "Um, well..." she said. "Is something wrong, Mom?" I asked. "Look, Sandy," she started. "I don't think anything'll come of it, but I just wanted to give you a heads up before you got ran into it head-on so it doesn't come to you as a total surprise or completely out of left field when you see him, but..." "Mom," I interrupted. "Look, just spit it out. What's wrong, huh? What happened that I should be so concerned about. Does it have anything to do with Alex?" "Yeah Sandy, well, that's just it, you see," she said. "For awhile now your brother has been letting his hair grow out, part of a fashion trend, he thinks. Sometimes though he just doesn't take care of it like he should. So this morning his hair was all tangled and knotted and he was having trouble getting it to look half decent so he asked for my help. Well, as I was working on it I chastised him for not using conditioner on it when he shampooed his hair but he said that it made him smell too girly - you know, as if his long hair doesn't already make him look girlish enough. "Anyway, then I said he should have braided it the night before if he knew he wasn't going to be using conditioner on it this morning but he basically told me to leave him alone, almost told me to shut-up, although not in those words. So his attitude got me a little too irritated at him and, well, I guess I was a little too mischievous as I sort of over-helped him with his hair. Well, in my ticked off state I sent him out the door with his hair in a ponytail." "Oh, your kidding" I said with a laugh, then thinking maybe Mom was worrying over nothing. "Well, maybe that's okay. I mean lots of boys with long hair wear theirs in ponytails." "Yeah, I know that, Sandy," she said. "And I've done it before with his blessing. But this time I put his tail up high, on the crown of his head, like a girl would wear it, and he never knew about it. I just sent him out of the house before he could ever get a look at himself. What I'm saying is I don't even know if he knows about it yet either. You know once he checks himself out in the mirror or if any of us looks him over and don't criticize anything about what we see, he never checks his appearance again afterward." "Damn Mom," I said, not even realizing I'd just sworn while talking with my Mom. "Sorry Mom, but I just can't believe you did such a thing to Alex, and he wasn't even aware of it. But darn, I bet he sure looked cute. Shame you didn't get a picture." "Oh, that reminds me," Mom said. "I do have some pictures I took today. I meant to send them to you so you'd know what Alex looks like and who to look for when you get to the station. I'll send them now to your email address. But for now I've got to go. Oh, and there's something else too. Another surprise coming. But I want to keep it a surprise for the two of you. Just be aware that unknowingly, Alex is bringing you *and* himself a big surprise." "Uh, okay Mom," I said, now utterly confused, but dying of curiosity and anticipation. "I'll call you later when Alex gets home safely and I find the other surprise. Until then, Good bye." "Bye, honey." Five minutes later my phone buzzed which indicated I had received a text which said I got a bunch of pictures. I don't look at pictures on my phone - too small, so I sent them to my computer so I could enlarge them and photoshop them a bit to make them out clearer if needed. Looking at them after they'd downloaded I was amazed - no, astounded, at the loveliness, no, the near beauty that was brought out in Alex's face with the length of his hair, hair that *was* real long, down halfway past his shoulder blades and the color of the sun, not blonde, but a lustrous, golden yellow, and blue eyes that sparkled when the sun hit them. And as I looked at each picture I could tell Mom had fun directing each pose she put Alex into, and not only that, but Alex had fun posing for the shots she took of him, which made him look almost too sexy, which gave me an idea about where to look to seek employment for my currently out-of-work brother. I noticed too he never really got that tall either, in fact he looked not to be that much taller than the car, maybe 5' 8" or so with a thin, lithe build. Mom was right, even without the ponytail she gave him today (which made him look so fantastically girlish, by the way,) he would still come off as rather girly. I wondered how Alex didn't catch that, but then maybe it didn't really bother him that much. I don't know. As I said, its been seven years since I've been intimately involved with my family. I knew him last when he was 11. Hmm... Then, three hours later... Ring...Ring... "Hello," I answered. "Hello, Sandy, its Alice, I mean Alex," I heard from the other end, although not too clearly. "Alex," I spoke louder. "Is that you? Are you all right? This connection must be bad, I can hardly understand you. Is everything okay" "No, no," he answered. "I mean I'm fine, well, sort of. I was just eating, sort of. I got something to eat at the bus station when I got in and its all gooey and sticky but really tasty so I just can't keep from munching on it. I was just licking the yummy stuff off my fingers as I was calling so my mouth was full. "Look Sandy, can you come pick me up now? There are some really creepy looking guys out here giving me some weird looks and I'm not liking it one bit. I mean, the bus trip was bad enough, but then I get here and first thing this guy slaps me on my butt and said I had a damn sexy ass. Shit, Sandy, what was that all about? What kind of place did you move into here?" "Well Alex," I said with a chuckle. "From what I'm looking at, you actually do have one fine looking ass...for a boy, I mean." "SANDY!" he shouted. "Stop that. Its not funny." "Okay, okay," I said, just to calm him down, because it was true. It *was* a fine looking ass, but then I remembered he hadn't seen the pictures I'd seen so didn't say anymore. "I'm sorry. Look, its 3:20 now. I'll leave here in about ten minutes and should get there in about fifteen minutes, around 3:45. " "Okay, thanks a lot, Sandy." "No problem, kiddo. See ya soon." ---------------- Once at the station I realized I should have told Alex what my car looked like so he would know what to look for when I drove in. Now it was up to me to pull in and go inside and search for him. Another mistake was not to ask him what part of the station he'd be waiting at because it was a large station. I decided to go to the help desk and have them page him and send him to the main lobby. As I was walking to the help desk I noticed some movement between these two rows of overnight storage lockers and saw it was this guy and girl making out. At first I was a bit shocked to see this sight - not because it was there, right in front of me, but because it wasn't hidden at all, but was so obvious. Then I noticed the ponytail on the girl and thought it looked really familiar, in fact very familiar. Now I was shocked, totally shocked. It was Alex, my brother Alex, making mad, passionate love with this other guy in broad daylight. Seeing this I couldn't help but wonder if maybe my brother might not be a bit more girly than just his looks might indicate. After a minute of this I saw the two break up and pull away from each other slightly. Alex had a glazed look in his eyes as he looked into the chiseled features of the boy he was kissing so ardently. The boy kissed him one more time, briefly, then began pushing Alex down on his shoulders to his knees so that his eyes were locked firmly on the bulge in his jeans at his groin. At this point I took my camera out and set it up in camera mode. Once the boy lowered his zipper and removed his large cock, which he rubbed a bit to firm it up some, he presented it to Alex's lips. It was then I took the picture. Suddenly both boys looked over at me with open-mouth stunned looks, the boy's cock smearing his precum on Alex's cheek. That pose was too precious. I just had to take another picture. "Oh shit," the kid said, zipping his pants up. "Whaddya think you're doing lady?" "Oh crap," Alex said. "Not again." I thought that was a strange remark for Alex to come up with, but for now I let it go. "What the hell do you two think you're doing? Don't you know anyone can see what you've been doing out here? You could get arrested for indecent exposure, at the least, idiots!" "He made me do it," Alex said, near tears. "He's blackmailing me because of something I did. He has pictures he said he was going to send to my folks and friends if I didn't do like he said. That's why I had to do it" I realized the way he was talking about his family and friends that Alex hadn't as yet recognized me as his sister. This is going to be fun, I thought. "Tell me..." I started. "What's your name," I first asked Alex, playing a little mind game with him. "Um, Alex, ma'am," he said. "Tell me Alex," I said. "Does this boy know your family's address, or your email or home address, or any of your friends' addresses?" For the first time I think Alex was able to think about his situation clearly. "Why no ma'am," he said, looking over at the now blushing bow with an amazed look that suggested he wondered how I could think of that before he could. "He doesn't." "So he literally seduced your panties off with a convincing lie that you fell for, hook, line and sinker, eh?" Looking down at his feet, Alex could only nod his head in total shame. "I was just so worried and ashamed, I never thought..." "Don't worry, little one," I said. "I'll help you out here." Turning to the other boy, I continued, "Okay, you, what's your name?" "Sam, ma'am" he said. "Sam Travis." "Okay Sam," I said. "Show me your phone. Let's see these damning photographs you have that've caused so much anguish." Handing me his phone I turned it to the pictures mode and skimmed through the most recent and wow, there were quite a few, about 6, showing Alex kissing this guy on the bus and then giving him a hand-job too, and then cleaning off his hand while getting off the bus. God, this kid was a great photographer! While I had his phone handy I emailed the pics to my computer and also to Mom's figuring she'd get a kick out of them too. Then I deleted them from his phone and handed it back to Sam along with my business card. "Here Sam," I said. "Sorry, but I had to delete these because they were taken without permission and I didn't know what you might do with them. Again, I'm sorry. " Then in a whisper, I added, "But here's my card. I love your work. Come to my place in maybe a week or so. I think I may have a job for you taking pictures for money - pictures of Alex. " "Yes ma'am," he said quite enthusiastically. "I'll definitely call. Thanks a lot, ma'am." Turning back to Alex, I said, "Alright. That problem is solved. Now that that's done, I think we should get you home now, don't you?" "I'm sorry ma'am," he said questioningly. "I came here to live with my sister. I have to wait for her to pick me up." "Don't worry Alex," I said. "Sandy sent me here to get you. She wants you to stay with me for awhile. Wouldn't you like that sweetie?" "Really," he wondered. "I wonder why she didn't call to tell me about this change in plans." "Maybe she did, sweetie," I said sickeningly sweet. "Maybe your were just too preoccupied with your boyfriends to hear your phone ring. Do you think? Now, if that's your suitcase get it and let's get going." "Oh please ma'am," Alex pleaded with a moan while grabbing his luggage. "I don't like boys. I'm not gay, I think gays suck big time. I like girls. Really I do." "Yes, dear," I said sarcastically walking briskly, causing him to have to speed up while trying to pull the heavy case behind him. "I just finished watching a display of how much you dislike boys, of how you want to suck big time, as you so crassly put it, tee, hee. Don't forget, I saw the pictures showing what you did with that big, handsome lad on the bus too. Boy oh boy, for someone who's not gay you've been going the wrong way around to make sure people know that fact." "It wasn't like that, ma'am," Alex cried in frustration. "He and this other girl kept calling me Alice. The girl because she misheard me when I told her my name, Alex, and the boy, John, I don't know, somehow, for some reason thought I was hot and sexy. I don't understand it. I mean boys are so gross aren't they, and they can be real big jerks too." "Here's my car, dear," I said, as I unlocked it and opened the trunk for him. "Anyway, I went to talk to him," Alex continued on, as he put his bag into the back of the car, then closed it up. Sitting next to me up front he never stopped, " you know, to explain that I was really a boy, really Alex, not Alice, but John, he wouldn't believe me. He ended up painting my finger and toenails this stupid "Slut Red" color that happened to be in that girl's purse. See, look at my nails here. This proves I'm not lying, that I'm not gay." To further prove he was straight he removed his shoes and socks to show off his sexy toes. "Aw," I said in admiration. "Your nails are very pretty, Alice. That shade really brings out your fine delicate features. Yes, that is definitely your color. Now buckle up." Not even noticing she'd called him by his feminine name, Alex fastened his seat belt and I pulled out, beginning our trek home. Still, the girlish-looking boy kept talking, "Then this girl, her name is Julie, also happened to have a tube of "Slut Red" lipstick which he made me put on and after that he grabbed me and kissed me. I don't understand but suddenly I just lost my head. I mean I tried to break it off but the next thing I know he pulled his dick out and then it was in my hand. "Well, you saw him, I mean the picture, you saw how cute he was. And I was so exasperated after trying to convince him I was Alex, not Alice, that I finally accepted the fact that to him I would always be Alice. So while I was squeezing his hard, throbbing shaft, he just went and said the nicest thing to me. I was so scared where this was going once he took his dick out, but he said because he knew I was a real lady and all that he couldn't ask me to suck off his lovely looking slab of meat, so instead he asked if I couldn't jerk him off instead. "Well, what could I do? I mean, he was being so sweet, and that cock of his was so big and, boy oh boy, was looking tastier and tastier looking by then that, well, how could I refuse him? After all, he'd been so nice, he even called me a lady when he could have called me a slut. And my pretty nails looked even prettier, covered in his precum and glistening in the sunlight shining through the windows of the bus as it drove along. "See, that's what I mean, things just got carried away. Next thing I knew, John leaned over and kissed me again, and oh, what a kiss, I mean, just like Sam. Oh god, I get so tingly thinking about it. But see, you understand, don't you? You see what I mean, right ma'am? Everything I've told you shows you how I was set up. I was a victim of circumstances, right? No, I'm not gay." "Yes. Alice...I mean Alex," I said with a wink. "It does sound like things just seemed to keep piling up until they finally overwhelmed you. Especially looking at those pictures that Sam boy took. And let me tell you, when I first heard about those pictures I almost couldn't believe your story." "What do you mean?" Alex asked in shock that I could not believe what I saw. "You thought I was lying?" "Well," I said. "Maybe not lying, dear, but really, I was just having a hard time believing this Sam kid could take pictures of you without you being aware he was doing so from the flash of his camera phone. I mean, it comes down to this. "Either you were lying and were aware of him and posing for him or you're telling the truth and completely missed the flashes of the camera-phone. And if that's the case, then you were so into the tongue sucking John was giving you that you really only saw the flashes caused by the fireworks that you and he set off. "Having looked at the pictures, I can say for sure that you weren't posing there, that you and John were definitely going at it like two hot and hungry wildcats. Now truthfully, isn't that what was going on, Alice? Come on, you can be honest with me. I won't say a word to Sandra or anyone else in your family." "Oh god," he groaned. "I really can't believe this has happened to me...You really promise you won't tell anyone else." "Sure I do, honey," I assured. "What is it you want to tell me?" "Well," Alex started. "What John did...normally I would not have done it - I would have punched any guy who tried doing it to me...at least I think I would have. It's just that he was so sweet in his approach to get me to do the things he wanted, and the things he wouldn't ask me to do was nice too. I got to feeling that I wanted to be nice to him and do nice things for him to pay him pack for all he'd done for me." "You mean like painting your fingernails and such," I asked. "Yes, that too, ma'am," he said. "I mean at first I didn't want him doing that, especially with that "Slut Red" color, but then I settled down when I realized that was the only color Julie had and learned she and John's sister both wore it. It's just I learned to appreciate him for the gentleman he was for pointing out how I'd left the house without putting any color on and how it was like leaving the house naked, so I definitely needed to have my nails done." "Well, I think he was really on the ball with that one, Alice," I said."And so after that you let him put on the lipstick, right?" "Well, only after he insisted that I put some polish on my toenails too," Alex added. "I really liked that because it was when he lifted my feet into his lap that I first got to feel his big, fat, wiener hiding down there in...in, you know, down there." "Oh really, Alice," I exclaimed joyfully. "So John turned your feet into sluts too, eh?" "Yessireebob," he answered back with a laugh. "I thought maybe he might paint my whole foot there for a minute, but no, just the toenails. See?" He started wiggling his toes excitedly. "Yes, I see," I said. "They're very pretty. He did a really nice job. I bet it felt nice to have your foot there too." Then I went for the jugular - "so then I see that you guys kissed, eh? Did you like that? That must have been fun. I remember my first kiss - that was your first, right, or maybe just your first tongue-sucking kiss?" Alex in Wonderland Ch. 02 "Oh god, you saw that one too," Alex moaned, as though having forgotten it existed. "Then you saw how it was forced on me, right? I told you how John just reached over and grabbed me and pulled me toward him, that he literally took me by force, by surprise, right? I mean the picture does show that, right?" "Actually kiddo," I said truthfully. "It looks like the two of you were going at it like gangbusters, and there's no evidence there that indicates you're being forced to go along against your will, little one." "Oh crap," he said, which caused me to chuckle at his innocence. "I don't know what happened. It wasn't my first kiss, you know. I got to kiss Sally Jensen like that once last year...well, pretty much like that. Except she said it was gross, that it was like kissing a girl, so I never went out with her again. But with John, I don't know. It just seemed to feel so...so right, you know. And that's just not right, damn it all!" "Aw, come on Alice," I said encouragingly. "Don't be so hard on yourself. I mean, after all, it was just a kiss. And so what if you liked it. Did it kill you? No! Did you get pleasure out of it? Yes! Did you give your friend great pleasure from it? Yes! And so what happened - you got to be Alice for a couple hours today, no harm, no foul." "Yeah, you're right," he said, sounding a bit more upbeat. "And at least that Sam Travis guy doesn't have those pictures to hold over my head anymore. God, that was scary." "I bet it was," I said, trying to hide a smirk. "Although it sure seemed like you were about ready to fall head over heels for that boy too when I caught the two of you pussy-footing around in the lockers back there." "Oh Puh-leeze," Alex moaned. "Don't even get me going about that ass. I was only doing what I had to do in order to get those pictures back. Can I help it if he turned out to be just as good a kisser as John? Shit, is there a special school that boys go to in order to learn how to tongue-suck like that?" "No, I don't think so," I said with a bright laugh. "I just think they get lots of practice with young, willing chickies like you, sluts who are eager to drop their panties and give it up in a heartbeat." "Oh puh-leeze," Alex groaned again. "Speaking of pictures," I said, changing the subject. somewhat. "Did Sam ever show you what he had on you? Did you ever see the pictures?" "No, I never did," he said. "Would you like to see them?" I asked, then added before he had a chance to respond, "Go ahead, take a look." Then I practically forced my phone on him. "Oh my god," he said, dragging out each word as he viewed each picture. "I *am* such a slut in these! I mean, these make me look like I'm so, so, willing, so eager. I mean...these really make me out to be the one who jumped John's bones, wantonly acting like a whore, kissing him and jerking him off like that. God, if Sam had sent these to my sister or my parents...god, I'd be a dead man right now." "Look Alice," I said. "Like I told you, it happened, it's over with. You've got the pictures...well, I've got the pictures, but whatever, they're in safe hands. The incident is closed and done with, you had a bit of fun and got to be a slut for the day. Now let's go home and forget about it, okay?" "Yeah, you're right," Alex said. "Let's do that. I've been riding around now for almost five hours today and am getting so tired of it. I also haven't eaten anything since breakfast this morning. I'm really starved." "I thought you said you brought something with you to eat for the ride. In fact you were eating it when you were talking to me on the phone." "Oh, I forgot," Alex said with a blush. "Well that was just a small snack, not enough to fill me up or anything." Then, as though saved by the bell from further interrogation, he caught something familiar looking back at him from the phone. "Wait, where'd these pictures come from?" "What do you mean," I asked him. "You know exactly where those pictures came from." "No, not those," he said. "Not the ones of John and me. These others of me taken this morning at the bus station by my Mom when she had me pose by the car for some pictures for her. And what the hell is that? Is that my ponytail? No, it can't be." As he was seeing the pictures of himself, he started grabbing at his scalp, to see if what he was seeing there was the same as what he was actually wearing atop his head. "Oh god...no wonder..." "What's wrong honey," I asked Alex, taking the phone away from him. "Oh my. In all the confusion I forgot all about these pictures. Your Mother sent these to your sister and she sent them to me. She only sent them so I could use them to identify you in the bus station. I was going to show them to you but then everything else happened and I just forgot. But what's wrong these shots, honey? I mean, I think they're simply divine." "Are you kidding," he nearly shouted, as if I should have noticed right off, which of course I did. "It's my hair, look at my hair, at the way my Mom fixed my ponytail this morning. She put it way up too high, all the way up to my scalp like a girl would wear it. She made me look just like a sissy girl." "You mean that isn't how you always wear it, Alice," I asked, feigning wide-eyed shock and wonder. "Of course it isn't" Alex said insistently. ""What do you take me for, anyway? I mean, jeez, you think I wanted to go out of my way to look like a girl?" Then, I watched as he lowered the visor and gazed wonderingly at himself in the mirror on the flip side. "Here," I said, as I handed him my compact which he took and, opening it, looked at me questioningly. "Your nose is shiny, put some powder on it." When he finished that task, I handed him some tissues. "Moisten these with some spit to try and clean up your lipstick. It's been messed up some from your adventures. " And as if everything finally became crystal clear for him, he did as instructed. "God," he said while staring into the mirror and working hard to improve his image. "No wonder everybody thought I was a girl today." "Well, little one," I said. "At least you make a very pretty girl. And just imagine how much prettier you could be if you had breasts. Yes sir, the boys would be breaking down the doors to get at you then, sweets." As I said this I looked over to see Alex staring back at me in wide-eyed amazement, unable to understand how I could even make such a statement. Then he turned his head to gaze into the mirror once again before putting the visor back in place. After doing so he gave a very obvious and discernible shiver. I had to wonder if that shiver was one of fear or anticipation. "Okay Alice," I said, as I pulled into my driveway. "Here we are, home sweet home." "Finally," he said. "Thank god. Finally, things can get back to normal." Little did either of us know... Alex in Wonderland "Yeah," he said, finally convinced that he was the only person who could get himself out of this situation. "You're right. I'll go over right now and try to talk some sense into the kid." "Remember not to make him mad, Alex," Julie reminded him. "He is a big guy, and I'm not sure how you'd do against him if it came to blows. Oh, and Alex, I left my purse there when I talked to him before. Could you remember to bring it back when you're done? Thanks. And while you're there I'm going to go make time with his buddy who called out to me once we got on the bus to. No since sitting all alone for the duration of the ride." He got up, nodding at Julie, acknowledging her statement and request while at the same time wondering just how the hell he got into this mess in the first place. As he reached the seat next to John he smiled at him as the boy looked into his eyes briefly before looking down. Then he asked, "John, would you mind if I sat here so we could talk for a bit?" "Really," John asked in amazement. "You want to talk to me?" "Sure," Alex said. "I really would. I think there's a lot we need to talk about, don't you?" "Well yeah, I do," he replied, like a love sick puppy, but then realizing his forwardness he immediately lowered his eyes in embarrassment. "I just didn't know how to approach you. You seemed so cold, so distant, when you first got on the bus, like you didn't want to be anyone's friend." "Oh no, John," Alex assured him, sensing he was gaining the upper hand here. "I was just shy and overwhelmed by all the attention. But I really do want to be your friend. I do want to talk to you, yes I'd like that very much." "Oh Alice," John said, practically swooning. "You don't know how great that makes me feel." As soon as he heard his name misspoken, Alex knew he was in trouble. "It makes you feel great, John?" "Oh yes, Alice," John said. "When you first got on the bus and I said how much I loved your hair, and how hot you looked, I was so embarrassed I immediately wished I could have taken everything right back. Not because I didn't mean it, because I did, I mean you are fuckin' hot, no shit, and I do love your hair. But I shouldn't have so crudely shouted it out like that because you're a lady, you're not a slut like most girls you meet around here." "Oh John," Alex sighed, dropping his head into his hands, wishing there was some way he could convince this guy he had things all wrong. Unfortunately, John, upon hearing Alex sigh, believed he was sighing in a manner that suggested he was falling for his seductive prattle. "There, there, baby," he cooed, wrapping his arm around Alex to comfort him. Then he raised his hand to the side of Alex's head and pulled it into the side of his neck where Alex was able to rest it and gain comfort there from simply knowing the boy was trying to help him through this time. Suddenly realizing where he was and what was happening to him, Alex quickly lifted his head and began to move away and get up. Before he did he remembered Julie's purse. "Look John," he said, giving John a bright smile and sound his most cheerful. "It was nice talking to you but I have to go. Julie's going to wonder about me. Oh, and she wanted me to collect her purse for her before I went back to our seats." "Sure, Alice," He said. "And thanks a lot for coming over to talk to me. Wait just a minute." While Alex waited, John searched Julie's purse for a scrap of paper and a pen. Finding them, he wrote his name, address, email address and phone number down and handed them to Alex. "Here, honey," he said, then handing Alex a blank scrap of paper as well. "Now you give me your information too. As soon as we get settled we'll start writing, calling and/or texting each other up a storm, okay?" "Umm. Uh, yeah, sure, okay John," Alex answered, doing the same with all his information, then handing it over. Taking it from him, John notice Alex's nails were without polish and pulled him back into the seat next to him. "Hey Alice," he said. "What's with this? Didn't you have time to do your nails this morning before you left for this trip? Shit girl, you can't walk around without any polish on your nails. That's like a girl walking around half-naked, you know that. Here, let me take care of that for you." "No, no John," Alex insisted, trying to pull his hands away. "Really, there's no need to do this, really, there isn't." "Now don't worry about a thing, love" he said. "I do this a lot of times for my sister, in fact I enjoy doing it, so quit making such a fuss about it and let me do my work here." Alex saw he could not beat John's brute strength so finally, in capitulation he stopped resisting and allowed him to take his hands and pull them into his body Alex saw the bottle of polish John was about to use and saw it was a really, really bright red shade called "slut red" and began to fight again. "No John," he pleaded. "Please John, not that color. Anything else but that." "What's wrong with this, baby," he asked. "I love this shade. It was my sister's favorite and I think its really hot. I can't believe Julie has this color in her purse. Trust me, you will look so cool walkin' around with this shade of polish on your nails." Again Alex was forced to give in. He was unable to go against anything this boy wanted him to do. There was simply no arguing against his desires. Alex's hands hung limp until John finished up. "Okay Alice," he said when he was done. "Now, shake your hands and blow your nails to help dry them faster." When Alex did this for a few minutes, he felt he could finally get out of there safely. However, John had other ideas. "Now babes," he started. "Let me see your feet." At first Alex looked at him uncertain he'd heard him correctly, and then wondering what he could want with his feet. "Come on, honey," he said again, more insistently. "First your left foot." Almost without thinking Alex raised his leg and propped his foot into John's lap where John suddenly removed his shoe. Without the covering Alex was quite able to feel the protrusion he and Julie had secretly wondered about. His foot was also assuring him that their musings were right on the money – this guy was definitely *big* all over. After finding this to be true, much to his embarrassment, Alex tried to lift his foot away but John would have none of it. He was sliding Alex's foot all around his covered meaty rod until he felt Alex stop his movements and resistance. Then he just left it where it was and pulled out the bottle of "Slut Red" nail polish once again. Alex saw it and realized what he was about to do but knew this time there was no chance to keep him from doing what he was about to do, so he just sat there and watched as each one of his five toes were turned a slut red color. When John was done with that foot, he did the same to Alex's other foot leaving both feet bare for some time so the ten freshly polished toes could dry. When John was finished with the polish and had it put back into the purse, he pulled out a tube of lipstick that contained a matching shade of glossy "Slut Red" color. "I noticed that you also didn't have any lip gloss or lipstick on," John said. "So I thought this would look really great on you too, especially since you're wearing "Slut Red" all over. Normally I'd have my girls put this on and give me a blow job, but as I said, you're a lady, and I just can't ask a lady to do such a thing for me, no matter how hard my cock is, and especially on a bus." Still though, John handed Alex the lipstick and after being reassured he would not be asked to suck John's cock, and also after being called a lady once again, and being told the difference between him and the other girls, Alex simply, without being forced to do so, coated his lips with the lipstick he was handed. As he was finishing up however, he looked over at John and saw him pulling his zipper down which released the monster cock he'd had hidden beneath his trousers. "Like I said, Alice," John assured Alex. "I won't ask you to suck me off here because you're too much of a lady and this place is too public. However, that "Slut Red" shade is just too much for me so I have to ask you to please, please, with those soft hands and those gorgeous nails of yours, you've just gotta jerk me off. I really got to get some relief here and looking at those sexy hands and nails will definitely do the trick, okay?" As he was talking, John lifted Alex's hand from his lap and without the boy even being aware of it, he laid it gently upon his meaty, six-inch still-flaccid organ. Once there, Alex, without even really thinking about it, slowly wrapped his slender fingers around John's slowly hardening organ, both guys now entranced as they watched those nails dipped in "Slut Red" polish slowly ride up and down the pre-cum slick shaft over and over again. Feeling this turgid rod in his hand, Alex then looked up at John. He'd been dreaming of this moment since he was in grammar school. But this was different. His dream had always been of some girl doing this to him, of him carrying off some beautiful girl to a faraway land of make-believe. The kind of land his Mom used to conjure up in her bedtime stories of Beddy-bye Island where he'd imagine all the great adventures they would have there. But now it was different. Now here he was as his delicate, slender fingers tipped with brightly polished nails wrapped gently and tenderly around this big, handsome boy's enormous granite shaft. Then, seemingly in awe, they both watched the five digits in unison stroke up and down this mighty cock as Alex did his very best to give John the greatest pleasure he was able. At one point they both looked up from what Alex was doing and gazed into each others eyes. There they each saw a hunger that neither was able to ignore. John's lips starting moving closer to Alex's. Alex remembered They were the same lips that John used each time he mistakenly called him Alice, a reminder which now brought smiles to his face. Then, while Alex continued stroking John's cock John lifted his hand and his fingers reached over to pull Alex closer. As the distance that separated them was diminished so too was Alex's desire to run. Then their lips touched and Alex breathed in the scent of John's cologne, his breath and his very being. His heart skipped a beat as the soft brush of John's tongue against his caused Alex to involuntarily grip John's cock tighter and jerk it much faster. Alex felt John's tongue slip out and touch his lips which caused him to gasp from the surprise. Unsure of what to do, Alex opened his mouth willingly and timidly touched John's tongue with his own. As John's fingers moved into Alex's hair and coaxed him to deepen the kiss he did, and when he did, he was lost. Suddenly John groaned in pleasure, moaning into Alex's mouth. Then immediately afterward Alex's hand was covered in hot, steaming cum, cum that drenched his fingers and covered his "Slut Red" nails. John put his lips up to Alex's ear and whispered, "Lick it off for me, okay baby? Do that one last thing for me and then we'll clean up and say our goodbyes." Without saying a word Alex raised his hand to his mouth and began licking the come from his hand. While he was still doing that he bent over to pick up his shoes and as he was doing those two things he noticed the bus slowing down to a stop. "Santa Monica," the bus driver called out. "This stop is the only Santa Monica stop. Everybody out." Suddenly Alex realized it was his stop the driver just called out. So with his cum-covered right hand up to his cum-stained "Slut Red" painted lips he grabbed his shoes in his left hand and stood up on his bare feet showing off his "Slut Red" painted toenails. "Sorry dear," he told his new boyfriend John. "This is my stop. Uh, I have to get off now. Um,right, you have my number and all. Text me or email, or whatever. You were really sweet. Maybe I'll see you again sometime." As he ran off the bus, Alex couldn't help but finish off the yummy, tasty cum that was covering his hand. He never even gave a thought anymore about all the changes his body had been put through since he'd gotten up that morning and about how his sister was going to react to them.