Louisa and her mother Judy lived four streets from my Mum Cathy and me. She and I went to the same school but only met for the first time during our final year. We hit it off straight away and soon realized that we both had gender dysphoria—Louisa was a boyish girl while I was a girlish boy. We became best friends and supported each other through many trials and tribulations.

Outwith school, we began meeting at Louisa’s home on Saturdays, when we began cross-dressing. This allowed Louisa’s male persona ‘George’ and my female identity ‘Louisa’ to come into being. We stayed within the house and garden at first. Eventually, we went out to a local park where ‘George’ spent quality time with boys in a local park while I mingled with girls of my age.

Our adventures went undiscovered until one fateful Saturday afternoon. 'George' and I headed back to Louisa’s home after a great day in the park. As usual, ‘George’ took the back lane to the house so that nosy neighbours did not see him. In contrast, I put on a show for them by going down the main street to the front door. As I let myself in, I wondered if I was there before ‘George’ because the house was quiet. You could have heard a pin drop.

As I headed towards the front room, the silence was broken by a voice, my Mum’s voice.

“Well, come on in, sweetie. Let us see what you look like.”

I found 'George', Mom, and Cathy sitting together on the sofa. My Mum gave me a steely stare, and I immediately wanted the ground to swallow me. I tried to speak, but no words would come out.

“My, my, you are a picture. I can hardly believe that you are Louisa’s twin. We need to have a very frank talk.”

Mum grabbed my hand and dragged me through to a spare bedroom. As we sat side by side on the bed, I could only imagine my Mum's anxieties after finding her son en femme. To my surprise, she had a puzzled and anxious expression rather than being angry and incandescent as I would have expected. Her following words were to be both astounding and a relief.

“I am sure you are shocked by this turn of events. You both did your best to keep things under wraps but forgot one important thing - Mums always know when mischief is afoot. Also, you did not know that Judy and I were best friends at school and kept in touch while we grew up, married, and had you and Louisa. But then, sadly, we lost touch when she moved away. She has been back here for some time, but we only recently met again by chance and rekindled our friendship."

“During a recent get-together, I told Judy about the sudden improvement in your behaviour and to my astonishment, she said that Louisa's attitude was also better. But, of course, we could not think of this as anything but just a coincidence. After all, you had not seen each other since you were babies.”

“As the weeks passed, curiosity got the better of us. We knew that each of you said you go to the park on Saturday, so Judy and I decided to meet at a café near the park entrance and watch the passers-by. Lo and behold, there you were as a couple. Happy to find you together, we decided to leave you to your fun while we did our shopping and then waited in the house for your return.”

“Judy and I were delighted that you and Louisa had become friends and were looking forward to greeting you. But we had no inkling about the nature of your relationship. So, we were both completely taken aback when ‘George’ entered the sitting room, just as much as ‘he' was to see us. To add to this confusion, I now find that my son is 'Louisa’. So, tell me, how did this cross-dressing come about?”

I told Mum the whole story, well, a slightly sanitized version. She laughed when I described my pantie flash incidents. In contrast, she appeared shocked when I told of my antics with the girls in the park. But then she broke into a broad smile.

“I did the same at your age, probably even worse. You are only young once.”

“Well, there is no question you have been happier and better behaved since you began cross-dressing. Of course, you have always had a few girlish traits, but it looks like they are just the tip of the iceberg. Could it be that you are a girl in a boy’s body?”

I was astounded that my oh-so-traditional Mum could even acknowledge this possibility, let alone ask the question. I struggled to speak but eventually said, “a few weeks ago, I was just a boy who did not fit in. Now, I know I have a feminine side. Am I a sissy or a girl in the wrong body? I do not know, but I need to find out.”

“I have lived a long life. I know that most individuals are unmistakeably male or female. Still, some cannot be so easily pigeonholed – tomboys and jane girls are the obvious examples. I remember two girls at Secondary School who had distinct masculine traits. They were harassed and bullied mercilessly by their peers and eventually succumbed to the pressure. They then went on to live and act according to the accepted gender norm. Sadly, no one noticed the damage this caused to the girls – they were emotional wrecks and ended up having sad and lonely lives. I will not let that happen to you. If your inner being is female, I accept it. I will do everything possible to help my daughter/son have a happy and fulfilling future.”

“I do not know what to say. I thought that you would be furious, but instead, you understand my dilemma.”

"Mum is not so bad after all, is she."

I kissed Mum on the cheek. “I am so sorry for the hard times I have given you. Thank you for being so understanding.”

Judy appeared at the door. She came in and sat beside me while Cathy went through to Louisa. I retold my story to Judy and assumed that my Mum had heard Louisa’s tale.

"Louisa has always been a tomboy, but it never occurred to me that she wanted to be a boy. Seeing how happy and confident she is while dressed in your clothes says everything. I know that life will be difficult for Louisa if she chooses to live as a male and even more so for you if you are to be a female. Still, it must be your decision. I will do my best to support you through the good and bad of your chosen paths.”

I had just kissed Cathy and thanked her when Mum and 'George' appeared at the door.

"Judy and I need to have a chat. In the meantime, you and George need to exchange clothes."

We headed to two bedrooms to undress. But, of course, our Mums kept a discrete eye on the proceedings. They nodded approval when they saw we had both put on pyjamas before coming out of the rooms to exchange our main clothes.

The journey homeward was a little edgy and quiet, but Mum and I chatted once we were indoors. Mum wanted to know if I was cross-dressing just to please Louisa. I repeated that it was my choice. Before trying on Louisa’s clothes for the first time, I had never remotely considered the idea. However, once I did, I was surprised to find that I was at ease while dressed as a girl. Even more, the comfort and happiness I then felt while mixing with girls my age sealed the deal. I belong amongst them rather than with rough and tumble boys.

“Well, Judy and I have both been convinced by you and Louisa. She and I need to work out how best to support you, so let us have a good night’s rest and visit her and Louisa tomorrow.”  

I slept like a log, and the sun was up before I awakened. I showered, got dressed, and then had breakfast with Mum before we headed off to Judy and Louisa's home. They let us in by the back door, and after the usual greetings, Judy said, "Cathy and I have much to discuss today, so you two should get ready and go out for some fun.”

Louisa and I went to our respective bedrooms. We undressed, still hardly believing that our Mums approved and encouraged our cross-dressing. I was down to the buff and folding up my clothes when Mum came into the room to collect them. I do not know why I blushed, but I did.

“No need to be embarrassed. I have seen it all before.”

I went even deeper red when Judy came through with Louisa’s clothes and an additional package. She opened this box, took out a strange object and applied adhesive to it. Then, Judy pushed the head of my cock into a sheath on the device. Next, she placed the triangular gadget over my privates and held it in position until the adhesive had set. What was going on? What had she done to me?

Judy handed me a mirror, and I gasped at what I saw. Where my willy and balls should have been, I now had a triangle of short hair. Furthermore, this fuzz continued into my crotch, where it ended encircling a small pair of pink lips. I now looked like Louisa down there. But, of course, I could not say a word because Judy did not know I had seen Louisa's pussy. I was still mulling this image when I spotted Judy holding a pair of pink panties. I stepped into them. As usual, I quivered while they were pulled into place. Then, Judy ran her finger under the elastic of each leg and tugged it into a position to ensure that my knickers did not ride up.

 "Good, you look perfectly female. Your boy bits are hidden, and you have a small mound of Venus in keeping with a girl your age."

“Oh wow, you are right. Down there, I am exactly like other girls.”

"Now, when you inadvertently show your panties, not even the most eagle-eyed boy or girl will suspect you are anything but female. Do not scowl at me. I know you will try your best not to reveal them, but it is inevitable. Even at my age, I occasionally fall afoul of the accidental knicker flash. The embarrassment will never disappear, but now you can be sure your secret is safe. Of course, from now on, you have no choice but to sit or squat to pee. Another quirk of girlhood you must accept."  

Judy picked up a padded bra, fitted it on me, and then covered it with a white blouse. So much for keeping a low profile. I now had the prominent cleavage of a maturing girl. Boys will be fixated by it and desperate to get a glance down my shirt. But, of course, this would keep their eyes off my face, which was no bad thing.

At first, I thought that Judy had made a mistake because a tiny section of the bra was still showing above the blouse. But then I realized that Judy was teaching her dear daughter a simple but essential feminine ruse. Any boy spotting the apparent mishap would be mesmerized like a deer in headlights and incoherent.

Judy finished dressing me, fitted my wig and then did my make-up, even to the point of painting my fingernails. As she was doing this, I spotted a remarkable thing. Judy was smiling like a Cheshire cat. It took me some time to figure out why. She undoubtedly loved Louisa but must have been frustrated by her tomboy ways. Now, in 'Louisa', she had the girly-girl daughter she craved – one to pamper, fuss over, and train in womanly ways, and she was savouring every moment.

I wondered if my Mum was having an enjoyable time with her more macho son 'George'. He told me later that she did bill and coo over her boysy boy. Indeed, she had gone above and beyond and found a prosthesis that imitated cock and balls. It even allowed him to pee standing up if he wanted. One thing was sure, ‘George’ now had a pronounced boy bulge and a macho swagger that was not there before.

As usual, 'George' headed out of the house by the back door while I left by the front. I carefully made my way up the main street but became apprehensive when a group of boys approached me. They became increasingly boisterous and loud as they got close. Suffice it to say, 'giving them a show of my lovely titties' featured extensively amongst their jovial verbal requests. Fortunately, it was all bravado, and they walked on by and left me alone.

 Fewer people were in the park than on Saturday, but we knew some of them. So, in no time, 'George' joined a group of boys, and I was sitting with Jane. She and I were talking about nearby well-hung talent when she suddenly made me blush.

 "I see that you have caught Sally's eye. She is only that demonstrative with a girl when she wants to take her to bed; believe me, that is a treat not to be missed. I was naïve and clueless before I met her. Still, I lost that innocence and discovered the joys of sex in one amazing afternoon between the sheets with her, and I am so grateful for that."

 "Were you the only one?"

 "Oh no, I was just the first. Sally has sexually awakened many more girls since then. But, sadly, she beds you only once and then moves on. I do not know the reasons for this but am happy with the great gift she left us. If any of us is depressed or stressed, we know the cure – we take that friend to bed. It is amazing how all their fears and sorrows disappear during an invigorating girl-on-girl session."

Jane then made me go the brightest red. “You are hot. I would love to get you under the covers.”

 Although Jane continued talking, I paid no attention to what she said because she was now openly flirting with me. Her lips were puckered and inviting. Her breasts were pert and heaving up and down as she breathed. Also, the flash of her panties revealed the distinctive wet spot over her feminine jewel.

 I gave in to temptation, slid beside Jane, and kissed her pouting lips. Soon, we were getting to the boil in a tight and passionate clinch. Then, Jane broke off, pushed me to the ground, lifted both our skirts and then lay on top of me so that we were pantie on pantie. Next, to my astonishment, she began rubbing her mound against mine. Jane purred contentedly while pussy juices began to seep through her knickers and onto mine. This moistness prompted me to seek out its origins. My fingers quickly found the critical location on Jane’s knickers and started massaging the underlying pussy lips. Soon, Jane moaned steadily as my fingers became wet with fanny nectar.

At this very moment, we heard outraged voices.

“Stop that disgusting behaviour at once and come with us.”

 My heart sank. Jane and I had been caught in all our carnal glory by Mrs Fowlie and Mrs MacDonald, the guardians of the play area. They kept good order amongst their charges through corporal punishment, as my bottom could well testify. My buttocks winced as I contemplated the incredible pain about to be inflicted on them because of our misconduct.

Jane and I were dragged into the guardians' office.

"You have been grossly indecent in a public area. The only suitable penalty for this crime is the maximum tariff with the extra-heavy tawse - six strikes on the bottom from each of us. We know this belt should only be used on boys, but your disgraceful behaviour has more than earned it, and there will be no mercy just because you are girls. Your tushies are going to burn. We will, however, make one allowance if you accept this punishment. We will not tell your parents as we usually would.”

I sighed with relief at this statement. I knew the pain caused by the guardians would be nothing compared to the extra agonies Mum’s hairbrush would inflict on my bare bum if she found out. But why were the guardians showing some leniency? Only later did I twig that the erotic antics of Jane and I had brought back fond youthful memories for the guardians and partly tempered their approach.

Jane and I were quivering like jellies but eventually managed to speak. "Yes, we accept."

“Good, now get to either end of the desk and assume the position.”

 As Jane and I settled in place, facing each other across the desk, Mrs Fowlie took two belts out of a drawer. I will never forget the look of absolute horror on Jane's face when she saw the extra-heavy tawse for the first time. This reaction was understandable because she knew that even the hard boys feared it. What would it be like for her?

Mrs Fowlie walked behind me and lifted my skirt over my back while Mrs MacDonald did the same to Jane. I was so entranced watching Mrs MacDonald getting organized that I was unprepared for Mrs Fowlie’s first strike on my rear. I screamed as the belt's venom was unleashed, and searing pain spread throughout my bum. Jane's shrieks quickly drowned out my howls as her bottom endured its first sizzling strike. After that, we both wailed nonstop as five more brutal hits torched our bums.

Jane and I sighed with relief when the guardians then stepped back. We knew this respite would be short-lived, but any interlude that avoided further pain to our behinds was appreciated. Through my tears, I saw the ladies whispering together behind the table. By concentrating hard, I picked up the gist of their conversation.

Mrs MacDonald said, “Have you seen how wet the girls’ pussies are getting?”

Mrs Fowlie replied, "Yes, I am very jealous. It can hardly remember when my muff last got hot and bothered."

I struggled to figure out what they meant. I knew that Jane's panties were stained in the appropriate place, but what about me. My knickers were damp from Jane's overspill but would have no distinct marking. Then, a memory cell kicked in, and I realized that was not necessarily so. I recalled that my sheathed cock had quivered and tensed up as shock waves from the belt surged through my bum. Then, amongst all the pain, there was a moment of localized bliss when fluid suddenly rushed along the shaft and spurted out. With nowhere else to go, these juices would have trickled down between my faux labia and onto my gusset. As six strikes of the belt did their worst, it was no wonder Mrs Fowlie saw an increasing wet spot on my knickers. If Jane’s pussy also squirted after each hit of Mrs MacDonald’s tawse, who could blame the ladies for assuming that we were climaxing?

 "Hmm, I know exactly what you mean. I wonder if we can we rectify that."

 “What do you mean?”

 "We could offer the girls an alternative to six more belt strikes."

 "That is sneaky, but yes, I like the idea."

 With that, Mrs MacDonald grabbed my arm and dragged me to an armchair. She sat down and told me to kneel in front of her. As I got into place, I noticed that Jane was doing the same before Mrs Fowlie.

Both ladies then spread their legs to reveal their underwear. Then, in unison, they said, "girls, you now have a choice. Munch out our pussies or brace your bums for another six lashes of the tawse."

 Our pained bottoms made that selection easy. However, it immediately presented me with an unexpected problem. Unlike the elegant panties Louisa, Jane, and I wore, Mrs MacDonald's were bulbous heavy-cloth knickers with legs almost reaching her knees. While they gathered everything in and were undoubtedly cosy, these undies lived up to their ‘passion killer’ moniker – they immediate quenched sexual thoughts or temptations in the viewer. I glanced over to Jane and saw she had a rabbit in the headlights stare. Clearly, I was not the only one unsure as to how to tackle these drawers.

I decided just to make things up as I went along. I slid my hands under Mrs MacDonald’s skirt and ran them up the legs of her bloomers until my fingers were over the sought-after sweet spot in her crotch. Despite the cloth's thickness, I recognized that her vulva was bulkier and more prominent than Jane's dainty flower. Despite this, the vintage pussy lips were as sensitive and responsive as Jane’s. They trembled and quivered with delight, and Mrs MacDonald moaned when I teased them through the cloth.

Mrs MacDonald trembled when I cupped my hands over her mound and sighed as I slid my fingers over her hips until they reached the waistband of her knickers. I hooked my fingers around the elastic and began pulling downwards. Mrs Macdonald instinctively raised herself sufficiently that it could pass under her bottom. I was astounded that these bloomers did not behave like my usual panties. They did not slip down as I tugged on the waist. Instead, they turned inside out and were completely back to front by the time they passed over the tight leg elastics. As the elastic finally moved down, they revealed the characteristic ring marks on each leg. Mrs Macdonald exhaled as a cold draft swept over her loins when I pulled her bloomers entirely off.

To my utter astonishment, I next did an inherently feminine thing. Instead of dropping Mrs Macdonald's knickers to the floor in a rush to get to the main carnal task, I took care of them. First, I unravelled them, folded them, and then safely placed the bundle on a small table near her chair. Mrs MacDonald smiled in appreciation of this but also gave me the clear steer that I should now get down to more animalistic matters.

The inside of Mrs MacDonald's skirt was now like a black abyss. I wondered what secrets or traps could be hidden there but finally plucked up the courage to slide my head between her knees. My cheeks flushed, and her thighs quivered when they touched for the first time. Also, my nose twitched as it encountered her intimate scents. They bewitched me, and I soon went into brain fog. Therefore, I was taken completely unawares when Mrs MacDonald clasped the back of my head and pulled it towards the target. As a result, my nose ploughed into her lush lady garden, and my lips bulls-eyed her vulva. As I latched onto her labia, she tightened her thighs around my head to ensure I could not pull back.

Mrs MacDonald moaned as my lips and tongue began to caress and tease the nooks and crannies of her pussy. When I clasped my hands behind her buttocks and locked myself onto her fanny, she loosened her grip on my head. This gave me more freedom to explore and stimulate her fanny’s maze of creases. She gasped joyfully when my tongue uncovered her clitoris and miaowed like a cat as I gave that sensual jewel my full attention. Once her fanny was hot and quivering with glee, I plunged my tongue deep into the vaginal opening and licked every sweet spot I could find. Mrs MacDonald's thighs tightened around my head again as her whole body began to shudder and buck. She shrieked as years of pent-up sexual frustration were salved as her fanny went frantic and flooded with love honey. The flow almost overwhelmed me but trapped in position, I had no choice but to sup up every sweet drop, much to Mrs MacDonald’s joy.

Mrs MacDonald's pussy eventually calmed down, and I took this as my sign to withdraw. However, she pushed my head back onto her crotch when I tried.

“Stay where you are. That was the warmup. To complete your punishment, you must make me climax again.”

I went back down on her muff and got straight to work. Again, every crease of her fanny became engorged, hot, and highly reactive. This time took much longer, but eventually, I sensed that she was closing on climax. So, I plunged my tongue into her love hole and licked and lapped like mad. In no time, Mrs MacDonald went over the cliff edge - bucking and shrieking, she orgasmed, and love honey inundated her fud. Once more, she moaned gently as I lapped up every incredible drop.

This time when I pulled my head out from under Mrs MacDonald's skirt, she did not stop me. I was blinking in the light when she said, "You have completed your dues with me and very agreeably if I may say so. Now, go and pay your debts to Mrs Fowlie while your friend joins with me."

I crawled on my hands and knees over to Mrs Fowlie while Jane moved behind me. She looked flushed and dishevelled but soon went to work on Mrs MacDonald.

Mrs Fowlie was red-faced and breathless but keen for more action because she pushed my head under her skirt as soon as I was in front of her. My nose was immediately engulfed by the ripe erotic odours of her hot pussy. Also, the vulva's eagerness for action was evident immediately after my lips latched on. Ever up for the challenge, I took Mrs Fowlie to two highly vocal and earth-shaking orgasms and, on each occasion, supped her voluminous and tasty Bree.

Mrs Fowlie and Mrs MacDonald were now beaming with sheer delight. So they should be. After an eternity of doing without, they were bathing in the unique euphoria that followed multiple pleasing orgasms.

"You two look like you have been dragged through a hedge. Go tidy yourselves up in our bathroom and then head home."

 Jane and I quickly headed to the restroom. Once inside, Jane took me in her arms and kissed me. Hints of the ladies' pussy juices were still evident on our lips, but they only added to the piquancy of the moment. Eventually, we broke off, brushed our hair, checked our make-up, and tidied our clothes before leaving the hut. We walked away, hand in hand, but we were still hungry for each other. So, we went into a thick cluster of bushes and began snogging again. Jane slipped her hands under my skirt and inside my knickers while we made out. My bum tingled at her touch, and I quickly made the same move with her. We both shivered as we felt the intense heat and pain still in our rears, but it did not diminish our ardour. Indeed, we held each other even closer, and our shared passion went through the roof as we recalled the unbelievable events of the day.

“Oh, Jane, you are hot. I am so glad you still want to be with me despite getting you the tawse.”

"Do not be silly. I was just as guilty of bringing about that agony as you. I have never had so many amazing bodily highs and lows as we have experienced today. I want more and them to be with my girly boy."

My jaw dropped, but Jane winked. "I have known since the first day we met. You almost carried it off, but I have three brothers, so I spotted small but obvious signs. Do not worry; no one else knows. You have obviously been practising because there is no overt evidence that you are not a girl. I want to hear your story, but most importantly, I want you as my girlfriend." 

I started crying.

"Thank you for being so kind and understanding, but how can I be a real girlfriend. Emotionally, I may be female, but physically, I am still a male."

"Well, we have not done too poorly up to now. We both got horny when we made out, girl on girl. Also, the stains on your knickers are just like mine. So that tells me your front bottom releases juices just like my pussy when aroused. So, I am up for the challenge of making it spurt, again and again, provided you promise to regularly muff dance me to orgasm."

My loins trembled. "Oh my, if you are sure, I am up for that challenge."

I now took Jane in my arms, and we shared another breath-taking snog. Then, sadly, she realized it was getting late and broke off.

“I think we had better get off home. I do not want my Mum to have any excuse to acquaint my bottom with her hairbrush.”

"Sad to say, my bum agrees."

Jane and I went hand in hand in search of 'George'. However, as we got close to our regular meeting place, we saw that he was in an intimate clinch with Mary. In fact, she was moaning gently as his fingers worked their magic on her fud.

 Jane and I kept our distance to avoid disturbing them, and as we waited, Jane asked, "Is your cousin a boy-girl?"

 "Well, yes, but how did you guess?"

 "Mary detests boys but is being pressured by her family to find a boyfriend. She is clearly happy to be making out with 'George'. She must know that 'he' is physically female and, therefore, her perfect companion.

When Mary and 'George' disentangled themselves, I gave Jane a peck on the cheek, and we walked hand in hand towards them. At first, 'George' seemed a little taken aback. But he broke into a broad smile as he realized I, like him, had found a loving companion.

Mary and Jane left for home on one path while 'George' and I went by another. We talked about our day - both omitting anything too graphic. I realized straight away that ‘George’ and Mary were besotted with each other, but he had concerns.

 "I like her very much, but what happens when she finds out I am a boy-girl. We are getting so hands-on that it is inevitable."

'George' blushed when I said, "Yes, I saw you teasing her fanny. Is she hot?"

"Oh yes, she is ready for the picking. My fingers got wet even through her panties."

"Well, there is no need to worry about Mary. She knows you are a boy-girl. In fact, she would not have let you get near her if you were not. So, go for it if she has the hots for you."

"Wow, that is a relief. I am happy with Mary but was afraid to go too far. Now, I can relax and let things develop. I hope you do not mind me asking, but does Jane know about you?"

"Yes, apparently she spotted I was a girl-boy on the first day we met. I am over the moon to be with her but am unsure about the future."

 "We are certainly an odd pair. Let us get home before our Mums think we have got lost."

'George' and I were flustered and in a sensual daze as we headed home. Thankfully, our heads cleared when we reached the house, so there were no signs of our erotic adventures. 'George' and I chatted with our Mums about our day, obviously skating around the overly erotic parts of the times with Jane and Mary. We then shared an evening meal, after which Mum made a startling announcement.

"Judy and I have discussed your situation. We accept your gender doubts but know that if you follow these new paths, there will be many major problems and challenges for you to face. You need to be certain about your choices and cannot gain the appropriate knowledge by playing a 'boy' or 'girl' only now and again. You need to go full-time, and if you agree, we have a plan to help this."

"What do you have in mind?"

"The school holidays are due. We suggest that during that time you live twenty-four hours a day as a 'boy' or 'girl'. This option will allow you to fully experience the expectations and duties, the good and bad of your preferred gender, and allow you to socialize and build a network of friends. Dare I say you will also make enemies and learn how to deal with them as we all do."

‘George’ and I smiled from ear to ear. “Yes, we want to do that.”

"Good, now it is time for you to get changed. You have to prepare for school tomorrow."

So, a little downcast, 'George' and I headed to the bedrooms, switched clothes and reverted to being Louisa and George again. Shortly afterwards, Mum and I headed home. I was in a good mood. However, as I lay in bed that night, niggling concerns started to filter into my mind.

I wondered if things were going too fast and out of our control. In a short time, Louisa and I had uncovered our gender inconsistencies, crossed-dressed, and gone out in public as 'boy' and 'girl'. We even had chums that accepted our 'preferred gender'. Living full-time as 'boy' and 'girl' seemed an obvious way forward. However, I worried that this move could take us down quite differing paths and risk the breakup of our friendship. This was a dilemma. I was eager to develop a female persona but could never envisage doing so without my bestie. Equally, I wanted to support ‘George’ through his many challenges. After all, we had only got this far by backing each other. That night I resolved to do everything I could to ensure the friendship and love between ‘Louisa', and I would be secure no matter what twists and turns our lives would take.

I knew Jane readily accepted me as her girl-boy, and Mary wanted 'George' as her boy-girl. We were more than happy in these fortuitous relationships, and it would be nice to think they could go on forever. Still, it would be naïve to believe that would be the case. Society can accept unusual sexual dalliances in the short term but demands a return to the usual norms in the long run. Jane and Mary will undoubtedly face intense family and peer pressures to conform and, sadly, will probably succumb. What then happens when 'Louisa' and 'George' are cast adrift into an ocean of alpha males and females. Finding new partners and developing meaningful relationships will be difficult and dangerous, if not impossible. This was another excellent reason for us to remain best friends – to share the bad times when we are the only ones who care for each other.

Louisa and I met at our secret safe place the following day, and as we chatted, it became clear that she was having similar worries and thoughts. I am pleased that she, like me, was of the mind to offset these fears by firming up our partnership. To seal this deal, we did something we had never done during the school week – we got into a tight clinch and shared a long hot-blooded snog. That got the hormones flowing. So much so that we had to cool down before we finally headed back to school.

We continued to consolidate our friendship over that week. I mean, why talk when conjoining lips can convey so much more? Inevitably, this led to us daydreaming when we should have concentrated in class. So, I suppose it was inevitable we would get caught - Louisa by her least favourite female teacher and me by a spiteful male.

Louisa and I could have accepted the severe punishments they meted out if they were about our indiscretions. But they were not. We were just sacrificial lambs in the wrong place at the wrong time. The teachers vented all the accumulated frustrations from the week on our bums and got great sadistic pleasure. In those days, it was not unusual for random pupils to pay this agonizing price so that the teachers could have an enjoyable weekend.

The teacher caused me such agony that I could not face walking home straight away, so I went to the nearby secret clearing to recover. To my astonishment, I found Louisa was already there, hunched up and sobbing buckets. I took her in my arms, and we cuddled together. My blood boiled when she told me about her thrashing and the brutal taunting and harassment she endured from her bullies when they found out about it. I held her tight and tried my best to assure her that she was now safe.

After Louisa calmed down, she asked, “I have ointment in my bag. Will you rub it onto my bottom to relieve this awful pain?”

Before I could agree, Louisa handed me a tube of lotion, pulled down her panties and lay face-down on the ground. I gasped at the horrific sight before me. Louisa's bottom was glowing like a furnace. Clear proof, if needed, that her teacher hated kids and was too keen to beat them mercilessly at the slightest excuse.

I applied layer after layer of the salve onto Louisa’s tortured bottom until some of the heat dissipated. Her cheeks were still red and throbbing, but the pain was at least down to a bearable level. While focussing on Louisa, I could shut out my tooshie’s severe distress. However, regular agonizing twinges now reminded me of its perilous state. So, I dropped my trousers and underpants and lay face-down on the ground alongside Louisa. I placed my arm over her back, we nuzzled up head-to-head, and for the next hour, we lay there while the wind cooled and soothed our tortured buttocks. Eventually, we both got up, redressed, shared a luscious kiss, and headed home.

I got up early the following day, had breakfast with Mum, and headed to Louisa’s house. I admit that I was apprehensive about what I would find, given the suffering the teacher and the bullies caused Louisa. How would she be?

As usual, I walked along the back lanes into the garden and up to the backdoor. I knocked, and Louisa let me in. She was clearly in distress but also on a mission. So, before I could say a word, Louisa clasped me in her arms and gave me a simmering kiss. Then, she took my hand and led me to the spare bedroom where I usually changed into her clothes. However, this was not on her immediate agenda.

Louisa began sobbing. “I have had enough. Maybe the bullies are right. I should be the girly girl that my body dictates. It would certainly make life much more straightforward. But, I need to know if I can be a real girl, so I want to find out by getting boy and girl physical with you. Pretty please? Do this for me.  

“Oh wow, are you sure about this? It is such a big step, a complete U-turn for us.”

“Yes, in our cross-dressing rush, this is the one obvious option we did not consider. So, now is the time to find out if boy and girl intimacy is a way forward for us and our friendship.”

Without further ado, Louisa unbuttoned my shirt and took it and my vest off. She then placed her soft hands on my man-boobs and soon had me sighing as her fingers worked their magic and her lips teased the nipples.

Galvanized into action, I undid her blouse, unhooked the bra, and slipped them off. Next, I cupped her pert breasts and massaged them with my fingers. She shivered and moaned when I then sucked on each breast. Furthermore, when we latched onto each other in tandem, the complete circle of the lip on nipple stimulation sent us into a sensual daze.

Bewitched by this breast action, I still knew it was time to take things forward. I slid my hands down Louisa's back until they found her skirt's button and zip clasp and unfastened it. Louisa got the message, quickly unbuckled my belt, and undid the fly of my trousers. Both garments slipped to the ground, and we stepped out of them. Standing there in only our underwear, we both shivered and gasped when our privates touched briefly. Given my cock’s recent ambivalence to the female form, I was astonished to find that it now came alive and began taking control of my actions.

Louisa frowned when I released her breasts but then began sighing as my lips and fingers worked down her abdomen. As they neared Louisa’s panties, I kneeled in front of her. Then, I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband and started to push her knickers down. My lips caressed every millimetre of newly exposed skin. My breathing and heart rate spiked when I encountered her tantalizing triangle of fuzz. Louisa giggled as my breath ruffled the hair. My nose bristled when it first confronted Louisa's lady garden. Still, it quivered with delight once it slid down the groove of the camel toe and encountered the captivating scents of her hot and hungry pussy.

Now I lifted Louisa, placed her on the bed, and straightaway went down on her beaver. Brushing aside the fuzz, my lips latched onto her vulva, and my tongue sought out its hidden secrets, particularly the clit. Soon, Louisa was moaning and groaning as I munched her muff. When her whole body began to tremble, I remembered exactly what I had done to the guardians at this point. So, I plunged my tongue deep into Louisa’s quivering pussy hole and feverishly licked every spot I could reach. In little or no time, Louisa shuddered and shrieked as her fud went frantic and flooded with copious juices. I struggled to deal with the flow, but Louisa soon chuckled happily as I licked every drop from her still twitching pussy. Finally, I moved up alongside her on the bed. Louisa hoovered up the last residues of her nectar from my lips while we snogged before dozing off.

I reawakened to find that Louisa was pulling down my underpants.

“Come on, your turn now.”

I gasped with surprise and delight when Louisa kissed the tip of my cock, opened her lips, and took the rapidly growing shaft into her mouth. My willy was no world-beater, but it lengthened and engorged as never before in its new inviting cocoon. As Louisa’s lips gripped my cock and her head bobbed up and down, incredible sensations began surging along my chopper. These feelings reached a crescendo when Louisa’s tongue started giving close attention to my exposed glans. All too soon, I howled with pleasure as my dick began to convulse and shot a load of spunk into Louisa’s mouth. The poor girl almost choked when that goo hit the back of her throat, but she quickly recovered and swallowed. Once she released my dick, I took her in my arms, and we French kissed. As our tongues danced together, I picked up some drops of cum from her mouth. I had to wonder if Louisa had drawn the short straw. My sticky, slightly salty gloop did not taste half as lovely as her pussy nectar.

I pulled back the sheets and placed Louisa in the bed. Then, I slid beside her and pulled the covers over us. We cosied up, smooched for a short while, and went to sleep. I stirred again when Louisa began playing with my balls. As my eyes opened, she took me into a clinch, and we started heavy petting. No words adequately describe the bliss of slowly awakening in the arms of a hot, horny, and very sensuous girl. The thought I had landed in heaven was a good approximation. My cock quickly sussed out that action was on the cards. It rose to the occasion and began scoping out Louisa's fuzzy promised land long before I was entirely compos mentis.

Louisa’s boobs firmed up, and her vulva engorged as we canoodled. Indeed, her pussy lips quivered with delight at the slightest touch of my dick. To further emphasize that she was ready, Louisa gripped me tightly, looked straight into my eyes, and said, "Go on, take me. I know that you want to. My fud is ready to lose its purity to my best friend’s cock.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes, yes, yes. I give myself freely to you. Go on. Ride me.

Louisa’s eyes and mouth opened wide, and she squealed when I thrust the head of my engorged cock into her tight pussy opening. Its sphincters and muscles immediately clasped around my willy as they desperately tried to force the intruder back out. No chance, my cock was now in complete charge, and nothing on earth would stop the rabbit from running down its natural burrow. The incredible sensations spreading from the uncovered glans as it now revelled in its new nest further bolstered my cock’s resolve. After just a few thrusts of my hips, it was soon fully buried in Louisa’s fud. She groaned and gasped during penetration but soon began to gurgle with delight as the throbbing and rippling shaft lit up some of her fanny's sweet spots. This joy was two-way because breath-taking sensations surged along my cock as Louisa's fanny frantically squeezed and squirmed around it.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to pull out?”

"Yes, and most definitely not. It hurt when you popped my cherry but quickly became quite pleasant. So now we are coupled, let us find out if the stories about the joys of cock and pussy action are true.”

"Okay, let us find out the truth. But remember, if you want me to stop at any time, just tell me, and I will do so straight away even if my rampant todger tells me otherwise.”

“Enough talk. Let us see if we can take each other to paradise.”

I began sliding my cock back and forth in Louisa's fanny. The initial strokes were short, but I steadily lengthened them until the whole shaft was pillaged every time. Soon, Louisa was trembling and moaning, and I was on a high as we rogered enthusiastically. Her breathing got faster and harsher, her body suddenly stiffened, and her nails dug deep into my back. Realizing she was closing on a climax, I rode her harder and faster to take her completely over the edge. Before long, Louisa squealed with joy as her fanny entered a frenzy and flooded with her love juices. At the same instant, I began baying like a wild animal as my cock erupted like a volcano and splattered the depths of her pussy with hot spunk. We stayed coupled after the joint climax. This allowed us to appreciate every blissful sensation flowing from the cock/pussy combo as they now rippled and quivered together in a sea of cum and nectar. Eventually, we rolled over, settled side by side, and fell asleep.

Louisa and I stirred again about an hour later and began making out. It indicates the deep sexual hunger we shared that we were soon on the boil and gagging for coitus. However, this time it was to come with a novel twist - Louisa chose to be dominant, making me the submissive.

Louisa got on top of me, spread her legs, reached back to grasp my dick, and then directed the head between her labia. I began breathing heavily as she slowly but surely pushed her fud onto my erect dick until it was completely swallowed up. I was still coming to terms with this captivating move when Louisa began humping my cock. I huffed and puffed as her tight pussy rapidly slid up and down the shaft, bringing my dick near to orgasm. Somehow, Louisa sensed this and slowed her pace until my cock's excitement waned. Then, she upped the pace until I was again close to the boil before relenting and letting my penis calm down. She repeated these cycles when I, or indeed she, was closing on climax. By repeatedly delaying the inevitable, the sensual tension in our loins finally went through the roof.

Louisa shrieked as her twat began spasming like mad and releasing torrents of juice. This blew me away, and I bayed like a hound as my geyser erupted and spat out masses of cum. To my surprise, Louisa did not stop after the climax. Her fanny kept working my cock as it tried to squeeze and suck out every drop of spunk. Finally, she collapsed on top of me, my dick slipped out of her pussy, and our combined love fluids trickled out. We rolled over and fell into the most beautiful sleep.

Louisa was still in deep slumber when I partly awakened with questions now buzzing around in my head. We had thrown caution to the wind and had unfettered boy-girl sex. Clearly, we were both horny and up for it. Had this anything to do with our severe bottom thrashings of the previous day. Could they have awakened deep desires that desperately wanted to be satiated? Whatever the reason, I had no complaints – I had never felt so satisfied and euphoric. But, of course, having now done the physical deed as boy and girl, I wondered if our inner personas would now disappear. That we would become the boy and girl, our bodies dictated. Of course, I did not feel I had changed, but what about Louisa. Did she now want to be a girl?  

Louisa and I finally stirred from our slumbers. We kissed and stretched for a few moments before getting up, having a shower together and slowly drying each other down. My heart almost stopped as we headed back to the bedroom, but I quickly recovered when I saw Louisa pick up my clothes and put on my underpants. My knees were shaking, and I was mightily pleased when I gathered her gear and put on the bra and panties. As I did this, 'George' returned from the other bedroom with panty pads, a padded sock, and the camel toe concealer.

“Here, put the pad in your knickers to soak up any post-cum, and I will wear two in the underpants to mop up the inevitable leakage.”

I watched as ‘George’ put the liners in place and did the same. I also fitted the concealer to ensure I had a smooth appearance. Next, 'George' slipped the sock into his drawers to give the appearance of a good-sized package. Then, we quickly redressed, put on our wigs, and did our make-up. ‘George’ and ‘Louisa’ were now back and in total control. We got into a clinch and snogged for a while.

“Well, that was fun, but it is good to be a ‘boy’ again.

“I am also glad to be a ‘girl’ once more. I am now sure this is the real me. Now, do you mind me asking from where you got the great idea of being on top and in charge?”

“A big girl told a story in the playground one day. She said doing it that way was great, but I thought it was pure fantasy. However, her tale sprung back into my mind as we were heavy petting, and I knew this was the ideal opportunity to find out if it was true. I am glad that I did. Being on top made the ride perfect for me. I felt in control and that the shag was about satisfying me.”

“That is how most boys think about it.”

“Oh my, I got carried away. I should not have been so insensitive to your needs.”

“Do not worry. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I felt safe as your submissive female and was satisfied beyond belief. You can ride me again any time but never forget that you need two willing partners to get the best tango.”

“Yes, my lady. I will do my best.”

From this conversation, it was clear we had not engaged in intercourse simply as boy and girl. On the contrary, our ‘inner girl and boy’ greatly influenced the physical nature and perception of the intimate act. We now understood that the pleasures of coitus were not exclusively about the cock or the pussy. Instead, they were about the sheer magic they produced when coupled together. So, it did not matter who had what genitals. A 'boy with a pussy' and a 'girl with a cock' can get it on just as satisfyingly as a boy and girl. So, whenever "George' and I  were of that mind, we could cement our bonds of love and friendship most intimately. Believe me, we did so regularly from that day onwards.

‘George’ prepared a light meal for us in the afternoon while I got rid of the evidence of our vigorous activities. To do this, I changed the sheets, put them in the washing machine with other items already in the laundry basket, and finished by tidying and freshening up the bedroom. After our meal, I took the washing and hung it on the drying lines in the back garden while ‘George’ got the kitchen spick and span. Once we completed these tasks, 'George' took my hand and led me out into the back lane.

“What are you doing? Surely, I have to leave by the front door."

There was a twinkle in her eye as she said, "Shush, I have a plan."

We headed to the park, where we chatted with some boys and girls.

I met Jane, and she said, "I missed you today. I was sad that you did not appear."

I managed not to go red when I said, “I am sorry. I was busy at home.”

“I understand. You must be a good daughter. Come with me.”

Jane now led me into a cluster of bushes and pulled me into a passionate clinch. After a few minutes, we both inhaled deeply as she reluctantly broke off.

“Oh wow, that was amazing. Your lips were on fire and devouring me. It is a pity we must stop and head home, but what was a memorable appetizer for our next encounter, my randy girl/boy.”

One might think that after the thrills of that day, a kiss with Jane would do little for me, especially as it was not even our first. However, her intense girl-on-girl kiss astounded my female psyche. It unlocked deep sexual curiosities, desires, and feelings quite different from those I had for ‘George’, and I was keen to find out more. Wow, as if my life was not complicated enough.

Jane and I found ‘George’ and Mary's passionate embrace. On seeing us, they separated, and Jane and Mary then went off together, whispering and giggling as they did. ‘George’ and I held hands as we, in turn, headed toward home. To my surprise, we did not, as I expected, go down the back lane together. He went that way alone while I went down the main street as usual. As I reached the front door, I realized that many bewildered faces were watching me from their windows.

I found ‘George’ in the sitting room watching this scene from the window. His smile was priceless.

“Those nosey parkers will be fretting forever over how you came home without being spotted going out. They have earned that anguish.”

“So, that is what you had in mind when we left by the back lane. Very, very clever. Kiss me.”

‘George’ did not dawdle. His hot lips were soon on mine, and I wilted under the power of that boy kiss. Jane’s smooch had been exquisite and enlightening, but ‘George’ managed to set my senses berserk and overwhelmed me.

‘George’ and ‘I’ were so engrossed that we did not hear our Mums enter the room.

“My, my, you two are getting very close. Do we need to arrange chaperones for you?"