Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18 or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims.
April's Showers (Bisexual, Urination, TV) by Amber Fountaine
Chapter 4
"So what happened to the sex?" Rich asked as I served the nachos I'd been making while I told my story.
"I'm getting to that," I told him. "I just wanted you to understand that up to that point, me acting like a girl was all part of a prank or a game or something. I hadn't really tried to fool anyone into thinking I was a girl."
"Okay, so who did you have sex with? Mark? Rachel?" Rich was definitely anxious for me to get to the 'good part' and I could see that if I didn't hurry up, my wife was going to jump in and take over telling my story.
"The sex part began that same night in Melanie's room after Rachel had gone home. But it was her idea."
"Rachel told you to have sex?" Rich asked and I had to laugh.
"No, not exactly. In fact she warned us not to. But - well let me explain."
As soon as the girls and me, the 'girl wannabe', were alone in Melanie's room, we resumed the discussion that had started in the car between the Wal*Mart store and the DeSpain home. It had begun with the girls teasing 'Mandy' about going topless in front of Chunk and getting him too turned on.
Candice began the teasing anew with, "We need to find Mandy some falsies for her bra and bathing suit if he wants to get Chunk in bed."
"I've got some," Rachel told them.
"You?" I said, astonished that Rachel would have any need to pad anything. As usual I put to word what was in my mind. At the time at least, I was certain that Rachel had the most incredible body that God had ever gifted upon a woman. I'm not sure whether it was the question or the incredulous look on my face that caused the laughter.
"Thanks sweetie," Rachel told me, stroking my cheek again. It was amazing how that one little touch could turn my whole body to jelly. All except the part she turned to stone - or maybe I should say wood. "I wasn't always this size you know," she said to me. "The falsies are a few years old and so is the bathing suit where I found them. I think I'll just give you the whole swimsuit, falsies and all. It's a one-piece and I think it will fit over a diaper."
Amazing how quick they could all get right back to teasing me somehow.
"I don't think I can wear a diaper to go swimming. Wouldn't it soak up so much water that I'd drown?" I guess they thought I was joking cause all I got in response was laughter.
"So are you going to spend the weekend as a big girl or a baby girl or both?" Melanie wanted to know.
I wanted to know if those were my only choices and asked. Instead of an answer, again I got a chuckle.
"I think it'll be fun," Rachel told me. "Chuck tries to act so sophisticated and mature cause he's a couple of years older."
"There seems to be a lot of that around here," I commented.
"And I think it will be so cool to make him think you're a girl until just before we leave," Rachel continued, ignoring my remark. "Besides, it might be the only time in your whole life that you get to be a girl for longer than it takes you to get horny and play with yourself."
"Okay," I told them, wanting Rachel's approval as much as anything else. I knew there wasn't a chance in hell of getting in her panties - unless she gave me a pair to wear - but that didn't stop me from doing whatever I could to impress her. "I'll be Mandy all weekend or however long you want and you can put me in diapers at night too. As long as we're going to all this trouble to fool him, just tell him I'm a fifteen year old bed-wetter that's never outgrown it."
I guess there was more truth to that story than I cared to admit. What I know for sure was this: that moment, that statement, changed my life. From that moment, I willingly and wishfully became Mandy, committing myself to do whatever it took to pass myself off to other people as a teenage girl - a teenage girl that still wet the bed.
"That's a great idea!" Rachel told me. "But who gets to sleep with the bed-wetter?"
"Not me!" Melanie said at the same time that Candice suggested, "Chunk?"
"Right. Like he'll really be able to keep Chuck fooled if they're sleeping in the same bed," Rachel answered her sister.
"Maybe Mandy could just give him head every time he gets horny," Melanie suggested.
That was an idea that I found both frightening and a little exciting. I think that somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that before the summer was over, Mark was going to get me to suck his cock. I was so sure of it that I'd already accepted it as fact and was looking forward, in an apprehensive way, to it finally happening. So while I knew nothing about Chuck, other than that he was supposed to be an overweight snob, the seed of another fantasy had been planted. It was also time for me to start acting like one of the girls.
"Does he have a nice cock?" I asked, like I was already giving some serious consideration to giving some head.
The girls cracked up laughing. I was already being accepted as one of them.
Completely changing the subject, Rachel asked Candice, "You spending the night here again?"
Candice looked at Melanie since apparently that hadn't been discussed as yet and as soon as Melanie began to nod, Candice did too. "Yeah," she told Rachel.
"Well I need to get home. Why don't you get some diapers and his nightie and whatever else you need for tonight out of the car and we can leave the rest in the trunk. Mom doesn't know Mandy from Andy so I'll come back and pick y'all up in the morning and we can go back to our house to pick up Candice's things. And you can practice making Mandy out of him. See if you can come up with something you can do with his hair. A lot of girls get their hair cut short for the summer. But see if you can comb it out different."
The girls gleefully accepted the challenge. Maybe too gleefully because Rachel warned them as she was leaving, "Remember, you're not supposed to change his - excuse me, we all need to remember to refer to Mandy as her - you're not supposed to change 'her' diapers."
"Now what?" Candice asked as soon as her sister was gone.
"We don't have to tell Mom we were serious about the diaper part," Melanie suggested. "But I think we ought to tell her about pulling a trick on your cousin. No wait! That works!" Melanie paused for a minute to think it through.
"We'll tell my Mom that we're going to tell Chuck and your Aunt and Uncle that Mandy is a bed-wetter so that they have to give Mandy her own bed. Otherwise if they think she's really a girl, they'll expect her to sleep with one of us. See how that fits?"
Candice did and to my amazement, so did I. And so did Mary Sue.
"You kids come up with the craziest ideas," Mary Sue told us. Then to Candice she said, "And I think you should tell your Aunt and Uncle the truth so they don't worry that Mandy is really going to wet the bed." The whole time she'd been hearing out the story and giving her response, Mary Sue had been looking at my hair. The next thing she said was to me. "Why don't you go take a shower and leave your hair wet and I'll see what I can do."
I'd completely forgotten that my Grandmother had been a beautician and that my Mom and Aunt had been raised in the beauty shop she'd owned. Melanie and Candice had a surprise for me too as I was about to get in the shower.
"You'll need this," Melanie told me, almost scaring me out of the panties I was just seconds from removing.
I'd wet the diaper a little but had been afraid to really let go in it and had been standing in front of the bathroom mirror trying to decide if I should take out the staples holding the diaper or leave the diaper and panties together to wet later or what. The item Melanie thought I needed was a cute little pink razor.
"There's not much hair on you, but you'll have to get rid of all of it if you intend to pull this off," she instructed, handing me the razor. "And especially under your arms."
"You need a bikini trim," Candice added. "Shave off everything except a little area just above . . ."
Candice paused, unsure of what terminology to use for a boy/girl, but I got the message and told them so. Left to my own devices, I got carried away and shaved it all; legs and forearms, pubes and pits, it all went down the drain. When I stepped out of the shower, Mandy looked more like Mindy than Andy - not counting the erection of course. They'd picked out the matching bra and panty set for me to put on and it was easier for me to put the bra on than it was to try stuffing my woodie in the hi-cut panties. If I pushed it to one side, it would pop out the leg opening. If I let it stand straight up, the head was sticking over the waist.
When the girls checked to see what was taking me so long, and I didn't answer right away, they came in the bathroom again to see for themselves. I think they intended to, whether I answered them quickly or not.
"Wow, nice cock," Melanie commented.
"You're bigger than Mark," Candice added.
"Yeah . . " Melanie confirmed.
Discussing my family jewels was not the way to make my problem smaller. I thought Mark and I were about the same size, cock-wise. The night before he left, he'd held both our cocks together at the same time and they were almost mirror images of each other. So then I thought that maybe it had been a while since the girls had seen Mark with an erection and remembered Candice's folks had just moved to the area the previous fall. And while I might have loved to get into a lengthy discussion about how the girls had happened to see Mark with a hard-on, I had a more immediate problem with my own.
"I need to wear some shorts or something," I pleaded. "I can't go to Mary Sue with this sticking out."
"Jack off," Melanie suggested with a grin, standing her ground, and obviously intending to watch.
Candice had no intention of remaining a voyeur. "I'll help," she said, elbowing past Melanie and dropping to her knees beside me. Before I could agree or disagree, Candice had the front of my panties down and my cock in her hand; the first woman to touch it since my mother bathed me as a child.
For a minute or so, Melanie pretended at amused indifference. But she was as turned on as everyone else. I wasn't about to stop Candice but still worried what would happen if Mary Sue came walking in. As much as I hated to, I was about to suggest to Candice that I take care of my problem myself, when Melanie destroyed that notion.
"I dare you to suck it," Melanie said to her friend.
"I will if you will," Candice retorted.
In what seemed like a heartbeat, they were passing my cock from one mouth to the other and any voice I might have had in the matter had turned into a low groan of pleasure. When I started to shoot, Melanie jerked back, but Candice took the head of my cock in her mouth and held it there, gently massaging my balls through the material of the panty crotch until I'd finished. My first blowjob was absolutely awesome.
"Were we better than Mark?" Melanie asked, bringing me out of my reverie.
It was the second or third time she'd made an insinuation that Mark and I had been having sex and I was about to ask why when Candice had another surprise for me. She kissed me full on the mouth, snaking her tongue between my lips and when I opened my mouth in response, my full load of cum was transferred from her mouth to mine. I realized immediately what she'd done and what I was expected to do. I swallowed my own load - not the first time for sure, but never before with someone's help and in such a sexy way. My cum had never tasted so good!
"I thought we weren't supposed to have sex?" I asked, gloating.
The girls looked at each other, smiling mischievously, and Candice answered, "The only thing I remember agreeing to was not changing your diaper." Then to emphasis her point, she hooked a finger in the waistband of my panties, pulled it out, and let it go, so that it popped against my skin. "Is that a diaper?" she asked, acting innocent.
I was beginning to discover that Candice had many of the same sexy wiles and mannerisms of her older sister. I also discovered that thanks to the girls help, my now deflated cock could be pushed down and back and made to stay within the confines of the panties; though some of my nut-sack stuck out on each side of the panty crotch. For modesty's sake, I was still going to need something to wear to cover up before I presented myself to Mary Sue. Melanie offered me the use of one of her robes. If she had thought to do that prior to the blowjob, the blowjob wouldn't have been necessary and that made me wonder.
Had they planned what had just happened? Had Rachel been involved in the planning? I was still mulling over those thoughts and learning the differences of women's clothing - women's clothes fit right over left and the girls were giggling at my efforts to tie the robe - when Mary Sue came looking for me.
"Mighty long shower," she quipped suspiciously as she walked into Melanie's room carrying Mindy. Then looking me in the eye, she asked, "Did you have help?"
"Yeah, sorta," I answered her and got a bit of private pleasure from the look of panic on Melanie's face. Then before Mary Sue could get upset, I told her, "They reminded me that girls shave their legs and under their arms and Melanie let me use her razor. But I've never done that before so I guess it took a while."
"Yeah, that's true," Mary Sue said as she handed Mindy to Melanie. "Unless you can fake a foreign accent, that would have been a dead give away." Then as she began to play with my wet hair with her fingers, she told me, "Well if nothing else, maybe this crazy scheme of passing you off as a girl will give you some idea of the things women have to go through just to make a man happy."
I briefly considered making some remark about how well Melanie and Candice were learning to make a man happy, but decided to save that compliment for a private moment with the girls. I decided to earn some brownie points instead.
"Y'all look so pretty all the time. I guess guys never realize how much effort that takes," I told her.
Mary Sue looked at me and smiled, shaking her head. "I'm sure that was meant as a compliment Mandy," she told me. "But you don't have to make it sound like it's all THAT much work."
I was going to try to explain myself, but decided to quit while I was ahead. Instead I silently followed Mary Sue to the kitchen where she'd already gathered some things to work on my new hairdo.
While brushing and blowing and trimming with scissors, Mary Sue asked Candice several questions about her Aunt and Uncle and their house at the lake. Finally, she concluded, "If you're going to try to pass Mandy off as a bed-wetter, you should either have some sort of cover with you to put on their mattress or let your Aunt and Uncle know it's all a joke on Chuck and hope they go along with it. There's a good chance they may not appreciate you girls ganging up to pull a prank on their son."
"Well it's not like he's really their son," Candice told us. "He's really my Aunt's nephew or something. His folks were killed somehow and my Aunt couldn't have kids for some reason, so they took him in and legally adopted him."
"And that makes him 'really' their son," Mary Sue told her. "And all the more reason that they might be protective of him. So I think you better plan on taking a plastic cover for the mattress. There's one in the top of each of the kid's closets from when they were younger and you can take one with you."
Then for a while the conversation was mostly about the girls and what they expected from the coming fall semester and what career plans they'd made so far. Occasionally I was asked a similar question and responded as briefly as possible; much preferring to hear the girls talk about their plans. When Mary Sue figured she was done, she asked the girls for their opinion and they loved the look. I was led to a mirror and agreed.
"I look more mature as a girl than I did as a boy," I commented, thinking aloud again, but at least cleaning it up. I was thinking as a boy looking at a girl and I have to admit, my thoughts weren't the purest. More along the lines of, 'I'd fuck that bitch in the mirror,' if you know what I mean.
"I think you're right," Mary Sue told me. "A little flat-chested for sure, but that should help keep you out of trouble."
And I think to their chagrin, the girls too realized I was right and looked to be more Rachel's age than theirs. So naturally they had to put me back in place somehow.
"Yeah, I suppose old Chuck is gonna cream his jeans when he gets a look at Miss Mandy," Candice commented.
I thought maybe Mary Sue would say something about Candice's expression, but instead she asked me, "Is that going to be a problem?"
Boy, what a loaded question that one was. The idea that a guy might get sexually turned on looking at me was fantastic. Then, like a real girl, I could decide where and how far I wanted that relationship to go. I'd learned enough about girls to know that they decide, long before a boy does, what their relationship will be. Any man that thinks he's seduced a woman is only fooling himself.
But to answer her question, no it wouldn't be a problem at all if Chuck or any other guy came on to me as a girl. As I stood at the mirror and thought those sexy, impure thoughts, it was a wonderfully exciting prospect! Only there was no way I was going to tell Mary Sue that. Of course if Chuck, or Chunk as they called him, was half the fat slob they described - well yeah, that could be a problem.
I opted for diversion. "We're only playing a prank on him," I told Mary Sue. "It's not like I'm trying to get him to ask me out on a date."
"And if he does?" she wanted to know.
"Then I suppose our prank would be successful!" I told her, suddenly wishing that my Aunt could find another topic to discuss.
"I'm beginning to think I made a mistake giving my approval to this," Mary Sue said, looking from one of us to the other. Then looking squarely at Melanie, she cautioned, "Just don't do anything that's going to cause me problems with your dad."
"Mom," Melanie whined, "We're just having fun. No one is going to get hurt or have to do anything to get in trouble. Like you never pulled a joke on anyone?"
Apparently that's what Mary Sue wanted to hear, because with that said, she took Mindy back from the girls and told us, "Okay. Maybe some day you'll be parents and you'll understand why we worry." Then she turned to me. "I'm going to get Mindy ready for bed. When I'm done I'll start going through my closet. I'll bet I've got a few things that'll fit you. The better you look, the easier it will be for you to pull this off." Then she turned and left us alone.
"I want to help you pick out some things," Melanie told me, suddenly excited. "Mom has some really neat stuff but she won't let me wear any of it. And what she gives you she probably won't want back so I can use it after you're done."
"What if he wants to keep it?" Candice asked, grinning at me.
That was something we had yet to discuss. It was one thing to play around in lingerie or diapers or to dress as a girl to go visit someone. But what if I did want to spend more time than that as Mandy? I really didn't know for sure, or maybe I just hadn't admitted it to myself or anyone else. I had to consider Mindy's wet diapers and how trying that had turned into something I'd enjoyed as often as I could get away with it. Would dressing as a girl turn out the same way?
With the girls help, I'd bought several items, including diapers and lingerie, which were a lot more than I'd need for a single evening or even a weekend prank. Wasn't that admitting in a way that I intended to dress up - at least occasionally - for the rest of the summer? And when Mary Sue had said she had some things she wanted to give me, the very first thing to go through my mind was how could I get it home when my parents came to pick me up. Now why would I think that if down deep inside I hadn't already made up my mind to wear girls clothes in the future?
Then I realized the girls were waiting for a response from me. Since I didn't have one, even one I was willing to admit to myself yet, again I opted for diversion. "Yeah Melanie, what if I want to keep it?" I let that sink in for a moment and continued. "I might have so much fun as Mandy that I'll decide to stay here and go to your school with you as your cousin. I'll bet your Mom would let me. Might be fun to try out for cheerleader too. Think I'd look cute in one of those little cheerleader outfits?"
When I finally got to bed that night, I had a basic feminine wardrobe to be proud of. I had at least one outfit I could wear to almost any function, event, or activity that a girl my age might be interested in attending. We didn't want to tell Mary Sue about everything we'd gotten that day so some of what she gave me was extra. In fact almost everything she gave me was probably more than I'd ever have a use for - unless I spent an awful lot of time as Mandy over the next two months. It was almost as if Mary Sue had given in to understanding that would happen.
The girls helped me get ready for bed, picking out one of the gowns I'd gotten from my Aunt, along with a padded diaper - which I was urged to wet before turning in to 'test' it - and some bloomer looking panties my Aunt had thought would look real cute over a diaper. It was close to midnight when I woke up.
I'd been having a great dream where Rachel had somehow become a student at my school in my grade back in Georgia and we'd meet beneath the bleachers of my school gym to have sex. In the dream she was urging me to wet my pants and I guess I was because I woke up in the middle of wetting my diaper, thankful I had one. on. It was exactly the sort of dream that led to accidents at home and that I had been dreading would happen in Mark's bed.
Then I thought I must still be dreaming or hallucinating or something because it looked like Mark was standing next to the bed, grinning down at me.
"Hey dude, ya miss me?" Mark asked.
It took a moment to realize it wasn't a dream and another to figure out that for right now, I was safe from discovery. I had the covers pulled up to my shoulders and with just the light from the hall, he couldn't tell how I was dressed. But I hadn't completely removed the makeup the girls had put on me and if he turned the light on, I was sunk. I needed time to think up a good story. To gain that time, I asked him why he'd come home the night before he was due in.
"Marsh's dad has a golf tournament tomorrow morning and at the last minute he decided it was easier to drive home tonight than to get up real early in the morning. They just dropped me off a few minutes ago and I let myself in."
It wasn't a long explanation but long enough to give me the time to decide that I should tell Mark the same story we gave his Mom and that I should tell him before he found out for himself how I was dressed. But I never got the chance. The girls had heard something and, not knowing Mark was home, had come in the room to see what I was up to, turning on the light as they walked in.
Melanie and Candice in short, thin nighties were a sight to hold the attention of most men. Mark got an eye-full of the sexy teens before he noticed the stack of lingerie I'd left out on his desk. Turning to see my reaction to the girls and ask about the lingerie, he noticed the makeup left on my face.
"Holy shit! You look like a girl," Mark uttered, his jaw hanging slack.
"Think I should tell him about the prank we're gonna pull?" I asked the girls, praying silently that they'd go along with it.
I shouldn't have worried. I didn't realize they were as concerned about me telling Mark about the blowjob they'd given me as I was about them revealing that my interest in cross-dressing and diapers wasn't limited to a prank. When they nodded and told me to go ahead if Mark promised to keep it to himself, I threw back the covers and gave Mark a good look at Mandy.
"Holy shit!" he repeated, much softer this time, and looked for a place to sit down.
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