Sexchange Student: Kathy

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SEXCHANGE STUDENT: KATHY

by Willie B Florida, all rights reserved
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Kathy gave one of her smug grins. Her father turned to her. "As for you, young lady, I need you to take off your clothes before you sit down."

"What?!"

"You heard me right. We've got another visitor coming and he's staying in your room."

Kathy had just watched her brother's humiliation somehow turn into satisfaction. James actually admitted to having two fantasies fulfilled by being stripped naked. Nevertheless, Kathy wasn't about to go down the same path. She didn't give a shit about being naked -- not really. In spite of her habitual appearance at home and in public, swathed in layers of mostly black fabric with the occasional addition of a spot of color, she wasn't obsessed with covering up. No, it was the arrogance of her parents' trying to control her life that she opposed.

"Get a life, Dad," she retorted. "You can't just lay a boyfriend on me. I'm not like James here who just falls in love with whatever girl you selected." She saw Cammie wince and added, "No offense to you Cammie. You're wonderful -- you really are -- but you and James didn't have anything to do with how you got together." Kathy stood up and made as if to leave the room. "Besides, I'm not interested in relationships."

Her mother stepped forward and attached the tell-tale round bandage behind her daughter's left ear. "However you like to look at it, you're officially stripped."

"As if I care!" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You'll enjoy the sight of my booty next time you see me." She retreated out of the kitchen, but her father's voice followed her.

"We're not laying a relationship on you," he said calmly, but loudly enough for Kathy to hear. "It's your very own boyfriend who is coming to stay."

"I don't have a boyfriend, dad," Kathy yelled back, still heading to her room.

"Kyle's family is moving to Australia for a year. His dad is going on sabbatical. Evidently he didn't want to be so far away from you, so we agreed to let him stay here -- with you. His family is having him transformed in the next week."

Kathy stood stock still in the hallway, her hand on the doorknob to her bedroom.

"How do you know Kyle's family?"

"I've known his parents for years," her dad replied, "and his mother went to high school with your mom."

Kathy groaned.

"Well, he's not my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend or not, he's submitting himself to a complete makeover in order to stay in the US while his family goes halfway around the world without him."

"What kind of makeover?"

"If you want to discuss it, come back in the kitchen. We can't yell through the house," her mother said in a penetrating voice. "And I don't want to see you again until you're totally naked."

The door to Kathy's room opened and shut rather more loudly than necessary.

James grinned at his sister's situation, but before he could gloat any more the visitor who had just recently transformed his life engulfed his penis in her mouth and began working him to climax.

His mother smiled and turned to the father of her children. "I've got to run to Walgreens. Make sure Kathy strips before going anywhere."

He shrugged. "I don't see what the problem is. Somebody else will do the job for us and bring her back naked and contrite."

"Well, if that's how you want to handle it, at least make sure her room is cleared out before she gets back."

As luck would have it, not five minutes after her mother departed Kathy herself walked out the door and down the three flights of stairs. Her father didn't say a word. "Such a wimp," she thought. "Not even up to confronting me."

She had no intention of getting caught by the sensors. She wasn't stupid enough to walk into a store or anything like that. Instead Kathy took the long and roundabout way to Kyle's place. He lived with his parents and little sister in a house, but oddly enough the apartment her family lived in was much more spacious. Kathy had always wondered how Kyle managed to live in such a small place with everyone all on top of one another.

She skirted around a commercial area likely loaded with Stripped For Florida sensors, cut across a parking lot and ducked through a broken gap in a wooden privacy fence. Tendrils and thorns grasped at her clothing which she pulled free impatiently. This was the worst part of the trip because old Miss Tench was often on the back porch of her house.

"How many times have I told you not to cut through my yard, girl? You want to see that boy go around to his front door like a proper lady." Kathy would wave a hand and say "Good afternoon" and move on. Today, however, the coast was clear. Kathy pushed through the gap in one more fence and stood in the shadows of the camphor trees growing like so many weeds along the property line. She whistled their usual code, three whistles like a white-eyed vireo, "Spit and see if I care, Spit!" If Kyle didn't show his face or answer, she was to knock on the fence like a woodpecker. If he remained silent she'd have to give up; either he was out or the parents were on duty. "Spit and see if I care, Spit!" she whistled twice more and looked for bit of wood to hit the fence, but there was no need.

Kyle put his head out the window. "Kat! What's up?"

"I should be asking you. The 'rents home?"

"Naw, come on in."

Kathy clambered over the unused raised garden beds and went round to the back door. She let herself into the kitchen and sat down at the worn wooden table just as Kyle came into the room.

"God Kat, it's great to see you." He leaned in for a kiss but she shooed him away.

"What's with the whole Australia story? My parents are all in a tizzy, saying you're getting some complete make-over, abandoning your parents and threatening to move in with me." She made no mention of the chip already embedded under the skin of her left ear.

"Shit, Kat! I was just on my way over to tell you about it. We had a terrible fight about it last night. But, yeah, it's true."

"What's true? Sit down and tell me the story properly from beginning to end."

Kyle sat down. "There's not a whole lot to tell. My dad's sabbatical is coming up -- of course we've known that forever. He can't wait to get away from teaching for a year! But he got a call -- last week I think -- about a huge grant. Of course my parents didn't tell Steph and I a word about it until last night. They say the whole thing's a done deal. He got a consulting gig in Australia, pays a whole lot of money -- at least compared to the world of academia -- and . . . well."

Kathy waited.

"So, they went to see an accountant and she told them that for tax purposes they had to stay out of the country for a whole year. So, that's why . . . "

Kathy waited some more. Kyle shifted nervously. "Well, I couldn't just not see you for a whole year!" he blurted out defensively.

Kathy crossed her arms across her chest. "I don't see why not."

"Are you kidding me? A year!"

She shrugged as if to say no big deal.

Kyle shrugged back, big deal to me. They each understood the non-verbal cues perfectly.

"Anyway," Kyle went on, "my parents said I could stay if your family would take me, and if I'd agree to whatever it is they're planning to do to me." He looked up and locked eyes with Kathy. "Evidently your family . . . well, your parents . . . said yes; and I agreed to the unknown. You know what they do to kids in Florida. I just hope they're kind."

Kathy stood up, pushing the kitchen chair back across the wooden floor. "You can stay with me, but it's not boyfriend, girlfriend. You got that?"

Kyle nodded miserably.

"As for the makeover, I can't wait." Her tone was sarcastic and she said it with a flip of her short dark hair. "I'll be seeing you around."

Kyle would have hoped for a kiss, or at least a hug. Even the touch of a finger would have been cool, but Kathy was gone. She let the back door swing closed loudly behind her and pushed her way back through the fence. In Miss Tench's yard she pulled off her clothes, took off her shoes and wrapped the whole thing in a bundle. The old woman came out on the porch with a bowl of scraps to dump into her compost heap.

"How many times I told you not to cut through my yard, girl? What's that? You're naked now? Young people, can't keep their clothes on. Get on now!"

Kathy grinned, half to old Miss Tench and half to herself and pushed her way though the next fence. This time she took the main thoroughfare. She dumped her clothes in a Goodwill donation bin, then turned half a block off the main drag. She looked up at the small sign, "Fades and Fros" and the tall striped barber pole and pushed her way inside. Denise was by herself. The old barbershop was a trendy place now and did all sorts of curls and dos and weaves and braids. There was a tattoo artist who came in two days a week and a henna artist on Saturdays.

"What's up girl?" Denise greeted her. "Got yourself stripped, huh?"

"Sick of the clothing deal, know what I mean?"

"I'm okay with it myself, but suit yourself."

"You still cool with the hair trade?"

"Sure, why not. You been my bud since forever." It was true. Their paths didn't cross everyday anymore, but Denise and Kathy had been friends since preschool days when their mothers would trade off childcare. The two chubby babies would sit on the back deck at Kathy's and stuff themselves on a pot of rice until they could barely move. Or they'd sit on the kitchen floor while Denise's mother would hand them one biscuit after another hot from the oven. They were slender girls now, and shapely, but food memories blessed their friendship. Denise's mother was bed ridden from diabetes and Denise did what she could to keep the shop open, dropping out of high school and taking classes at night in hopes of graduating somewhere close to on time.

"Have a seat," Denise said, rising from her armchair in the far corner and pointing at the old barber chair in the center of the room. The shop was tiny. From the outside it looked small enough to be a doll's house. Inside it was bigger and the mirrors expanded the view, but it was still a tight fit.

Kathy flopped her naked body into the old leather chair.

"You don't got a lot to work with," Denise mused, running her hands through Kathy's short hair. You want a weave? Beads? A short curl? How about some color. Blue is always good."

"I want a buzz. Same length over the whole thing, about a sixteenth of an inch."

Denise paused. "You sure?"

"Do I jest?"

Denise shook her head and laughed. "No, that you do not." Joking was not Kathy's speciality, especially about herself. She waited a few minutes to see if Kathy would alter her request, but her friend sat in the chair resolutely awaiting the clippers. Denise reached for her scissors and began cutting the hair close to the scalp in rough bunches. The dark locks fell on the pale skin of Kathy's naked body, making her appear like some wild animal with strange markings. Putting down the scissors, Denise adjusted the height on the clippers and began working them over the surface of Kathy's head. Like a mower cutting across a field of tall grass, the clipper left an even pathway, revealing the rounded contours of Kathy's skull. Kathy watched in the mirror, judging the effect of her request.

"Like it?" Denise asked, switching off the clippers. Kathy got up, letting loose hair fall off her body. She turned, looking at herself critically in the mirror.

"Where can I go to get this done?" she asked, running her fingers through her tangled pubic hair.

Denise shrugged. "I'll do it."

"You sure? I thought I had to go to those tattoo folks or something."

"We got tattoos here, girl! What you saying, that we're not trendy enough or something?"

"No, I just thought that maybe it was too personal."

"No way. This is stripped Florida. We get all sorts of clients. I'll trim, shave, remove, whatever you want."

"I want all the pit hair taken off and everything down here, too."

"I can't laser it or anything -- we don't have the expensive equipment -- but I can get you smooth as a baby's ass. You can maintain it yourself, or come in here."

"Yeah, shaving's alright. Just get me started."

Denise pulled the lever on the chair. Kathy lay down on her back and opened her legs. The soapy lather, sharp razor and Denise's expert touch felt good. When everything was washed down with a warm damp cloth Kathy wriggled her body, feeling the smoothness of her own skin on skin. "Feels good."

"That's what they say."

Kathy got up. "What can I tell you, Denise. You're a great friend. I owe you."

"Anytime. Anytime. Tell you what -- can you stop by tomorrow and help me with that calculus? It's a bitch."

"Love to. Gotta go."

Kathy was out the door and down the street. At home she took the stairs at a steady pace all the way to the third floor. She reached for the key on the lintel over the door and let herself in. Her mother had berated her a thousand times not to hide a key, but what was she to do now that she had no pockets? Her mother hadn't thought that through, had she?

"Is that you?" her mother called from the kitchen. "I hope you found that girl. The police say they have no report of having found her or any other stripped person this morning that wasn't in compliance."

"She's nowhere to be found," Kathy replied, doing her best to imitate her father's voice.

"What!" her mother exclaimed, "wait . . . " She came out of the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel. "Kathy! What did you do to your hair?"

"Same thing I did with my clothes, mother. All gone!" She swept her hands away from her body dramatically.

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Kathy didn't manage to see Kyle for a week, and he was mum about what was going on except to say he was excited that he'd be staying with her for a year. His parents had pulled him out of school; Kathy had no doubt his time was being spent on whatever transformations they were inflicting on their son.

"You got stripped!" was the natural reaction at school, but Kathy waved it off. "Clothes are so emo," she'd say, the obvious implication being that the trend was over for both.

It was just before dinner when the doorbell rang. Kathy's mom answered the door, obvious delight in her voice, "Kyle! What a pleasant surprise."

Listening from the other room, Kathy rolled her eyes. What a fake. Obviously her parents knew when to expect a new resident of the household. A year was hardly a "visitor." What did surprise her was that it seemed that Kyle was alone.

"You look wonderful," her mother continued to gush. "Kathy's around here somewhere. We're just about to have dinner."

Sensing Kyle's uncomfortableness -- even from three rooms away -- Kathy walked out nonchalantly.

"Nice haircut," she complimented him. Her eyes were glued to his dick which rose up enormous, reddish purple and veined, looking like it was going to burst out of its skin. The crown erupted out of the foreskin which was pulled back taut and red by the force of Kyle's erection. She had no idea a penis could be this large. She fought with herself to pull her eyes away, the blood rising to her face with anger at her own lack of self-control.

"You're naked, Kat," Kyle observed. "I didn't know . . . are you stripped, too?"

Kyle's hesitant voice helped Kathy recover herself somewhat. "God, Kyle, is that all you notice?"

Kyle hung his head at the rebuke.

"Now, now," Kathy's mother soothed, "isn't it wonderful that you're both stripped and look so good in your own skins. Kyle, you're welcome to wash up. I'll just be putting the food out. Kathy, please come in and set the table."

Kathy's eyes followed Kyle's body as he nodded at her mom and headed toward the bathroom. She couldn't believe the transformation. Other than his eyebrows and eyelashes there wasn't a hair on his body. He was bald from the tip of his head to his toes, his skin as smooth and unblemished as a newborn's. But this wasn't the physique of a newborn. He had muscles she had never noticed before, a nice looking chest, and balls that hung down below the enormous erection that hid a good bit of his flat stomach. His parents must have had a complete hair removal done on him. The erection was something else. She had no idea how many meds he was on to be that big. She was pleased that she'd surprised him with her new look. It wouldn't do to be the only one caught staring.

"Kathy," her mother reminded her, "the table."

"Yes, mother," she replied, pulling herself out of day dream.

Dinner commenced with Cammie sucking James off before she sat down next to him. Kyle stared with both awe and unease. "You'll have to get used to it," Kathy remarked. "She like totally worships him."

"You're just jealous," her brother retorted.

Cammie licked cum off her lips, "I'm starving, Mrs. D. Let's dig in!"

"I've told you over and over, Cammie, you can call me mom -- or mother."

"Okay," Cammie agreed cheerfully, as she had a score of times already.

"She gets him off 12 times a day. It's really over the top," Kathy explained.

"Fifteen," Cammie corrected.

Kyle raised his eyebrows in awe, casting a sidelong glance at Kathy. She gave him a disgusted look that told him he couldn't expect anything of the sort.

He received further notice of what he could expect when he and Kathy stood in her room. They'd finished dinner, helped clean up, and brushed their teeth.

"If we're going to share a room for a year, you better get used to the rules. There's only one dresser, one bookshelf and one bed. Nothing we can do about that. I've emptied three drawers for you and two shelves."

Kyle shrugged. He had no clothes so he hadn't much use for drawers. He suspected the empty dresser had recently held clothes Kat had no more use for.

"As for the bed, it's going to take some getting used to," she continued, "but to start with lie down on your back."

Kyle was used to Kat's orders and found himself complying without bristling at the command. Kathy closed the door to the room, took a good look at Kyle's penis throbbing across his torso and switched off the light. She walked the three steps to the bed, climbed up and straddled the boy. She opened her pelvis wide, grasped his penis with her right hand, positioned it at her opening and lowered herself down upon the huge erection, letting it fill her as she expanded to take it in. Kathy ignored Kyle's gasp. Having let gravity push her body as far as it would go she rose back up on her knees and lowered herself again. Her vagina flooded with juices and she began to fuck herself in earnest on Kyle's member. She let herself go, enjoying the sensations filling her body. The sensuousness of smooth pubic skin rubbing against smooth skin felt wonderful. Kyle's erection was so thick and long that it seemed to touch every nerve ending inside her all at once. She slithered herself up and down and wiggled herself to feel the hard penis touch at different angles. He felt so big she could imagine the crown of his penis sliding up into her mouth. She licked her lips as if caressing that purple red ball of penis head and let herself begin to come. Forcing herself down as hard as possible, languidly rising up and slamming down onto his penis and crashing into his pubic bone she felt herself cum in one long continuous eruption of spasms and contractions. She squeezed her nipples simultaneously with both hands and let herself exist in a universe of pleasure she rarely allowed herself.

It was as a completely accidental consequence of her continued penetration of herself as she prolonged her orgasm that she felt Kyle's penis grow even larger inside her and coat her vagina with hot liquid. She opened her eyes briefly and looked down to see the boy's face in the throes of his own orgasm. She fucked herself into one more round of orgasm, oblivious to the torture she was inflicting on Kyle's now over sensitized penis and then went into cool down mode with a series of slower and slower movements along the still erect shaft. She pulled off, moved herself to the other side of the bed and went to sleep. Kyle lay looking up into the darkness and marveling at his first ever fuck. He intuited that he was quite unwelcome beyond the line of truce down the center of the bed and fell asleep alone on his side of the none too wide double bed.

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Breakfast was early; kids had to get to school, parents to work. Kathy looked around the table. Her father was dressed for work in the casual business attire he wore to the office. Her mother was still in a house dress. Kathy knew she'd wait to pull on something more businesslike after getting everyone out the door, the better to keep her clothes clean and pressed. Kyle sat next to her, his bald head and shaved body almost glaringly shiny in its smoothness. He looked a little too happy, probably from the surprise of getting fucked the night before. Well, she thought, he better get used to it. She had certainly enjoyed having a genuine silky smooth phallus up herself instead of her fingers or a dildo. He'd woken with his penis as hard as ever, but that hadn't stopped him from suffering the indignity of getting another shot that morning. They'd come into the kitchen for breakfast and first thing, her mother had told him to position himself with his hands on the counter while she plunged a syringe into his buttock. Two shots a week and pills on the days in-between was the regimen designed to keep him as super hard as possible. Next to Kyle, Kathy felt like she had a gentle dusting of fur all over her body. In reality she had a scalp buzz cut, shaved pubes and pits and nearly invisible body hair. But next to that shiny smoothness, even this amount of hair gave her skin a softness.

Cammie was dressed in a lacy pink baby doll outfit that came down almost as far as her cut off denim shorts. Kathy was amazed this attire passed school muster, although Kyle's nude get up with hard on was certainly acceptable Stripped For Florida dress code. Cammie's hair fell around her shoulders in blond curls. As usual they were treated to another suck off session, Cammie under the table bringing James to climax while he started his breakfast. Cammie emerged with drips of cum and a grin. Kathy knew it was her brother's second cum of the day, the two having started with a fuck in bed before getting up. She knew it was only a matter of time before they'd fuck on the couch or something and she'd have to explain the extra sexual apparatus to Kyle.

Her brother's hair was in a riot of early morning unkempt curls which she knew he'd tame only slightly before leaving the house by running his fingers through it. Bits of the fine hair floated upwards against the forces of gravity while longer locks hung down nearly to his shoulders. His body was unshaved, glints of gold body hair shining in the light and wisps of pubic hair cradling his now soft penis. He wasn't on the pills or shots or anything. He was hard often enough, but almost always cosseted within one of Cammie's luscious orifices. He looked bright-eyed and happy and he and Cammie exchanged adoring looks.

None of that boyfriend, girlfriend stuff for Kathy! She was adamant about that. Fortunately she and Kyle were at different schools, at least for the time being. He was still going to the school he was zoned for at his parents' address. Next fall would be a different story, but she'd cross that hurdle when she got to it.

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(The End)