Our Steven, Our Stephanie Ch. 09

This is the 9th chapter of my ongoing "Steven" saga. It's a bit longer than my last 2 installments, for those who might have been wondering, and is also a bit more action-packed, also for those who have been so anxiously awaiting. My thanks once again to those who have loyally followed and supported my work with their comments and votes. I could not have continued here without them.

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Three days later, a day after the last fashion show, Steven was finishing up his laps at the school pool and thinking back on the modeling he had done. It had been fun, he had to admit, and he had enjoyed the attention and adulation shown him by his sister and Mumsie.

It was so different from the uncaring or sarcastic jabs that usually came his way from the family, and he really liked this new attention, thinking he would almost go out of his way to see that it continued.

His Mumsie had even gone out and bought him a new swimsuit, a men's red satin g-string. She'd convinced him it was the latest rage in men's swim wear.

And though he wished she hadn't spent her hard-earned money on such an obviously expensive item as this, when his old suit was still just as good, inwardly Steven really loved the suit.

It was truly a wisp of nothing, allowing, as it did, his hormone-widened ass to hang out the back while a mere string slid up the crack between his bouncing bubble cheeks. When wet, the front was so nearly transparent that his hairless cock and balls was exposed to anyone who wished to view it.

A week ago he would have refused to wear such a garment. In the last 5 days however, as Steven had grown more and more used to wearing all the new hand-me-downs he'd been given, he'd come to lovingly accept the wonderful compliments that were continuously heaped on him while wearing them. That, on top of the hormones he still unknowingly ingested along with the ongoing hypnotic command Diane had given him to open his mind to all things feminine, had seemed to finally cause Steven, without his even being aware of it, to present an outward feminine demeanor with total confidence.

Therefore, to others around him who covertly observed his seeming ascent into femininity, this air of confidence made Steven appear he was perfectly aware of his new look, as well as totally comfortable, secure and happy with his new appearance.

Perhaps if he'd paid closer attention to his surroundings, he would have been truly red-faced as he paraded around the pool in his g-string, broadened hips, bubble butt, nascent breasts, wavy California blond hair and feminine gait.

Yes, perhaps if he'd been aware of all the woodies he was causing to spring up among his teammates just by walking past them, he might have noticed something was amiss.

Not that his teammates minded the temporary distraction and tightness in their groins.

No, on the contrary.

Nobody complained, not even his coach. They actually enjoyed sitting back and sighing as they wistfully watched the blond, wavy haired, feminine looking, boy walk around in his thong, while lusting after his sweet looking derrière just hanging out naked like that, begging to be grabbed.

Some even went so far as to give his cheeky behind loving pats and caresses, even pinching it in a friendly manner while congratulating him on for putting forth a good effort, or for even just showing up.

Occasionally, pretending to give him tips on ways to improve his timing or strokes, some of the taller boys, while standing behind him, would lay over his shoulders and take his arms in theirs.

Then, as though by demonstration, they would swing his arms with theirs, in a stroking manner, to show him what they said was a much better, stronger, style of swimming stroke, bound to get him a better time during his next match..

While in that position, though, they would then mold him tightly into their frames so they could squeeze their much larger cocks between the crack of his soft, fleshy cheeks.

Then they would dry-hump him as they continued swinging his arms around and around, making sure he understood what they were trying to teach him.

On other occasions, if the opportunity presented itself, they would even cop a teasing feel of his miniature cock and balls, squeezing and caressing them gently while again complimenting him on some imaginary good work on his part.

And at other times, while giving Steven a hand up out of the pool, they would laughingly give him a hard, playful slap on his ass, while complementing him on his performance.

Later, after practice, they would then go out with their girlfriends and, while making wild, passionate love to them, they would fantasize about screwing the little team slut Stephanie, the sweet little nymphomaniac sissy-boy slut on the swim team.

Finally, after finishing up with practice, Steven hit the showers. It was the last class of the day, and, being a long-distance swimmer, Steve was always one of the last to finish up in the locker room.

As a practice, the coach would always leave one of the exits to the school unlocked and gave Steven the key to lock up as he trusted the boy immensely.

Earlier that day, Steven's best friend, Jim Smith, had asked to meet with him after practice, and as Steven was finishing up, he began wondering just what it was Jim wanted to see him about.

He'd acted very strange in the hallway that morning, refusing to say anything more about it, even though they'd both had a free period then, and so had the time to talk with each other.

Instead, Jim had insisted on waiting until after school, saying it was something he could only show Steven, not talk about. Jim was a member of the team also, but was part of the 100 and 200 meter relay team.

He'd been a key member who helped the school's swim team win the medals in those events, just as Steven was one of the main reasons why the school's swim team won the long-distance events.

The two boys were really as different as night and day, and only became fast friends because of their star status on the team, which they had now shared for the last 2 years.

Being that they did not compete against each other, there was never any friction to upset their, by now, easy going, amiable friendship.

Actually, Jim, during quiet, solitary moments of honest reflection, at times, noticed that he'd begun to feel a twinge in his groin whenever he thought of or glanced at Steven.

He'd begun to see there a kind of prettiness that seemed to make his heart skip a beat and his palms sweat, especially lately, when Steven had started wearing that new swim suit.

Damn, but that boy really looked hot in that thong, Jim thought. I wonder if Steven realizes just why the guys are paying so much attention to his swimming efforts, and why they're giving him all those friendly tips?

Doesn't he know how girlish he looks in that thong, with his big, sexy ass hanging out, and with that hair-style, his walk, and god, it almost looks like he's got tits now! I swear I never noticed those lumps on his chest before. I wonder if he's even noticed them?

God, the way he looks now, I wouldn't mind throwing him a good fuck. He's sure got the body for it.

Days later, Steven's sister, Diane, caught up with Jim and told him an interesting story. She told him how Steven had a crush on him but was too embarrassed to say anything about it or act on it.

She also said that Steven had begun wearing girls' clothes and liked playing the girl's part in a boy-boy relationship.

Then she said that she'd also noticed how Steven and he had been eying each other, while trying not to let the other notice.

She then said that, if she was right in her assumption, if she had read the signs correctly, she could set it up so that he could engage in some wet and wild sex games with Steven as Stephanie for him.

When Jim admitted to Diane that she had guessed correctly, she laid out some suggestions on how to proceed, and then wished him luck.

When Diane had finished explaining just what paces Steven had been put through this past week and what his family's ultimate goal for him was, Jim was so turned on and excited about it, he could hardly stand still.

And now to be allowed to participate in his best friend's feminization by doing to Steven the very thing he'd been wanting to do with him -- hell, that the entire swim team had been wanting to do to him, he was filled with erotic bliss!

It took Jim a couple days to envision a believable scenario. After coming up with this idea, he was more than willing to go gung ho with it. Afterwards, he could only hope that Steven, that is, Stephanie, would be gullible enough to fall for his ruse. Once he did, hopefully he would enjoy coming along for the ride!

Thus, also aware of the Coach's policy to leave the one exit door open for Steven, Jim had earlier sneaked into the empty school and, going to his friend's locker, replaced Steven's clothes with a complete wardrobe of feminine finery.

The clothes he left Steven were a red leather mini-skirt, a red silky half-slip, a sheer white blouse, a red satin bra, garter belt and stockings, a pair of penny loafers, and a note, nothing else, making sure he would be sans panties.

Once he had switched the clothes, he placed Steven's boy's clothes in a bag, ran outside and gave them to Diane, who was waiting there.

With promises to send her photos of the event, Diane left for home while Jim hid outside the one open exit to the school, waiting with his camera for Steven to come out.

Meanwhile, back in the locker room, Steven had just finished his shower and began toweling himself off outside his stall. Drying himself off the best he could, he wrapped himself up in his towel and left the shower area to go to his locker.

However, when he opened his locker, he got the surprise of his life when he found that girl's clothing had completely replaced his male clothes. Then he saw the note lying on top of the clothes. Opening it, he read it:

"Hey Bud, I just thought you might like to take a walk on the wild side today. I know I'd really get a kick out of watching you if you did, and who knows, maybe you'd have a blast struttin' your stuff just for me, eh? What do you think?

"Anyway, as these are the only clothes available, you really have no choice. So, unless you want to run home bare-assed naked, why don't you to put them on just for me and, once you're all dolled up, meet me outside. You and me are gonna have a ball. XXX000 Jim P.S. Sweet-cakes."

Damn that asshole! Steven's thoughts lashed out at his best friend, as he read the note.

Then, with a rueful smile, his attitude softened as he also thought, Well, I sure can't go home naked. He's right about that. So, there's no choice but to wear these clothes if I ever want to leave the school grounds.

And then, coming upon the word, "sweet-cakes", Steven suddenly found himself thinking that the clothes really are nice and soft, and so much nicer than my awful drab, coarse, boy's clothes.

Besides, he continued thinking, I've always loved wearing girl's clothes anyway, so I can't let Jimmy down.

And slowly, Steven's mind once again fell completely back under the spell of the trance Diane had put him into earlier that week.

Therefore, Steven's desire to wear girl's clothing no matter what, clicked into full force once again. While in that trance, Steven then slipped into the clothes his good buddy left for him.

First he put on the red satin bra and then attached the red garter belt around his waist.

He then sat down on the bench and slowly pulled his sheer red silk stockings up his hairless legs and clipped them onto the hanging straps of the garters.

Then he slipped on his girl's white blouse, feeling how silky and frilly it was and seeing how it was so sheer his bra could be seen through it.

After putting on the blouse, Steven slipped on the red leather mini-skirt left for him and pulled it up to his waist, tucking the tails of the blouse into its waistline.

Finally, he pulled the red silky half-slip into place.

The hem of the skirt came to about five inches above the knee and caused the boy no end of distress as he felt a cool draft wafting over his naked manhood as he stood there at his locker.

He also noticed that about an inch and a half of lace hem of the slip also showed below the hem of the skirt.

Steven sighed at this, but realized it couldn't be helped, as it was designed that way.

He immediately finished his dressing by slipping on the black penny loafers he wore. Once dressed in all the clothes that were left him, Steven approached a full length mirror on a column between the lockers to check out his appearance.

Looking himself over from top to bottom, he appeared to look okay. In fact, Steven even thought he looked quite pretty.

Still,he thought he'd look a lot better with a bit of makeup and definitely thought that high heels would have looked nicer with this skirt than these flats, and wished Jim had had the forethought to include such necessities.

However, if he was slightly chagrined at the absence of makeup, he might have been blown out of the water had he seen himself from the bottom up, or even from the knees up.

For such an angle would have revealed that his hairless manhood was completely exposed and freely swinging below the hem of his mini-skirt. Luckily(?), that view was not afforded him.

However, the breeze passing over Steven's hairless cock and testicles could definitely be felt as he stood at the mirror, and it was this that shook him out of his reverie and reminded him that Jim was waiting outside for him.

It also reminded him of his impatient need to finally find out just what it was that Jim wanted to show him.

As Steven walked out of the gym, down the long, empty hallway toward the exit, he felt the breeze between his legs become more like a gust of wind due to his now hurried step, which all brought about an ever increasing number of girlish feelings that just increased the hold the trance had on him.

The gusty breeze down there was definitely bringing about some nice, sensual sensations to his uncovered groin, which caused his dick to get very stiff, almost rock hard, as it rubbed against the front of his skirt and the sides of his legs.

Due to his increased pace, Steven could also feel the mini-skirt and slip bouncing up and down with each step he took, completely revealing his legs and exposing his nether regions both in front and back. This had the effect of rubbing sensually against the entire open area, which only served to keep his cock in an even greater rigid and thus randier state.

However, he could neither prevent the continuous display of his nether parts nor the breeze between his legs from nipping and lapping at those same exposed parts, any more than he could have prevented the feelings associated with them.

Even the sexy ruffling of the miniskirt could not be helped because his speedy walk just would not allow it. None of it mattered anyway, because Steven was really loving these feelings, wanting them to last forever.

Finally Steven reached the exit door and, after locking the doors and dropping the keys into his bra, stepped out onto the stairway landing outside the building.

He was feeling so high, so sweetly feminine, that he stepped on his tip-toes and twirled on the landing with his hands extended high up in the air.

While doing so, his leather mini-skirt and satin slip flared out, exposing his naked cock and balls to the world, so that anyone who might have been there would see. Fortunately, or not, for Steven, there was no one.

However, as he was twirling, Jim suddenly appeared from around the side of the building, and from the bottom of the steps he began taking pictures of Steven in the girl's clothing he was wearing.

From the lower angle Jim was standing at, he not only had a great view of Steven in his girlish outfit, but also of his exposed male organs, showing clearly underneath the flared opening of the mini-skirt he was wearing.

He also got clear and definite shots of Steven's face so that any one looking at the photographs would know that it was Steven Williams, long-distance swimming champion, in the feminine clothing, and that this boy made one beautiful girl.

Steven finally noticed Jim standing there taking the pictures of him and stopped his twirling. Suddenly he remembered the promised walk on the wild side.

Thus, though still a bit turned on from his walk out of the school, and even if not yet his normal self, Steven was still able to see and realize the significance of the camera in Jim's hands.

"Eeek!" Steven squealed, amazing them both at how girlish it came out. "Stop it, you fool! What the hell do you think you're going?"

That last line came out with a laugh because Jim had begun to slowly advance up the steps toward the hapless boy.

While he did so, he began to rapidly flick his eyebrows at him as though he was playing the part of a lecherous old man making eyes at a pretty girl and just looked so funny doing it.

"Come now, my pretty one," he said leeringly, flicking at an imaginary cigar. "What's a choice morsel like you doing out so late in this part of town? Perhaps selling your wares?"

Unable to keep from getting caught up in his friend's play-acting, Steven started to swirl his mini-skirt around his thighs and primp a bit, swishing his hips and putting his hand up to the back of his head and fluttering his eyelashes.

"Well, mah handsome stud muffin," he answered in a cute southern girl's voice. "Ah was just waitin' for a taxi to come take me back home.

"Ya see, ah'd been to the movie show with my girlfriend an' dontcha know, she had to leave eahly cause her momma took ill. Well, Ah stayed and watched the show an' now ah'ma goin' back home, dontcha know."

All during his monologue, Jim continued walking up the steps to join Steven on the landing, finally standing alongside him as the sexy lad retained his coquettish persona all about the landing while he continued speaking.

All throughout, Jim never stopped taking more and more pictures of this oh-so-natural boy-girl.

"So, milady," Jim replied courteously, deciding to join the fun. "Since it is so late, and because this is such a bad neighborhood in which to find someone as lovely as yourself all by your little lonesome, might I suggest you allow me to take you home instead?

"I'd be happy to protect you from those big, bad hooligans out there who might want to harm such a delicate creature as yourself."

"Oh, dahling, that would be so kahnd of you." Steven answered. "Ah mean, if it's no trouble. Ah wouldn't want to impose."

"No trouble at all, little darling. Here, give me your hand," Jim replied, taking Steven's hand as he gently offers it to him.

"You know, little flower, it would probably be most helpful if we at least introduced ourselves, that is, since we are to walk together. What is your precious name, darling?"

Still playing the part, Steven answered, "Stephanie, mah dear man. What maht yours be?"

"They call me 'Big Jim', Miss Stephanie," Jim replied.

"Mah, what a formidable name," Stephanie said. "Ah would think most people would cowah in feah at the sound of your name, suh."

"Well, milady," Jim answered. "In truth, only half the population really fears the sound of my name. The other half trembles in anticipation. Let me demonstrate, if I may."

At that, Jim took Stephanie's hand and, pulling it gently, he placed it gently over the massive rock-hardness that was pushing up from under his pants and underwear.

Holding it there with his right hand, he then reached down with his left and began to fondle the naked butt of the startled boy-girl who was still so deep into the play-acting he'd been into for such a while now, he was quite unsure how to respond.