Mike woke up early Monday morning and rolled over to watch the soft rise and fall of Ellen's breasts as she slept soundly. He looked over all the soft curves and felt a stab of pity for her as if the gym teacher hadn't revealed it, her secret would have been safe. At no time could Mike believe Ellen wasn't a girl, except when confronted with the final evidence, as it were.
Careful not to wake the slumbering girl next to him, Mike rolled out of bed, threw on a robe and padded down the hall to his and his dad's office room. Grabbing a glass of orange juice after firing up the computer, it was up and connected when he returned. Pops had worked for the JAG for a time being, so Mike used his access to TuckerCenter Legal Database to look up details of Ellen's case.
Page after page scrolled by. Ellen's mom wasn't up for reevaluation for at least eighteen more months, and according to new motions filed automatically by the state on behalf of Ellen, her release was unlikely until Ellen had reached her full majority at twenty-one. Her 'legal' guardians didn't have much standing, even a little less than foster parents had over their wards. A stipend was paid independently to the couple she stayed with, with another going directly to Ellen on the recommendation of the district attorney handling the case. This was her fourth home, after Ellen had complained of verbal abuse and one case of child pornography when couple number three had hid a web cam in her room after her 'exposure' at the school. A careful examination of the file confirmed his expectations. The last section dealt with the genotyping of Ellen. He'd wondered why Ellen couldn't return to being a boy after removal from her mom's insanity. Part of her story was true, the massive doses of hormones, if withdrawn now, would seriously damage her development. Instead of a pretty girl who happened to have the wrong equipment 'down there', she'd probably be closer to a true freak. But more fascinating was the report on 'extra-chromosomal disorder'. In a sick, sad way Ellen's mom had done her a favor. As she had multiple chromosomes like XXY or XXXY that would have left the boy Ellen could have been hyper-aggressive, abusive, confused, bi-polar, or a host of other psychological disorders that could be treated with mood inhibitors or testosterone dampening, such as the witches' brew Ellen's mom had cooked up. Ellen had been gene-tested and had detected the theoretical triggers for most of the bad effects of her disorder, so they ordered her to stay on the meds.
Mike logged out of the 'site, and opened his email. Quickly killing the spam he carefully composed a letter to his father. He felt the need to come clean to him about Ellen's condition, figuring it would be better to hell him, rather than have him find out on his own accidentally. He included a synopsis of the legal briefs from the cases and included his transcripts from school, which showed in the social jacket, the number of harassment claims he'd filed since starting the school. With a quick prayer for understanding, he sent the letter and logged off the computer.
He walked out into the hallway just in time to see Ellen sleepily stagger out of his bedroom to cross the hall into the bathroom. Her hair was a mess and she'd thrown on one of his old t-shirts for the three-and-a-half foot journey. Her breasts draped the shirt out in front of her, and the bottom hem rested just below her buttocks. He suppressed a giggle when he saw the tip of her penis swaying just beneath the hemline. She entered the bathroom and shut the door, and Mike quickly went down the hall to the kitchen. She emerged fifteen minutes later, showered and dressed, and perched on a barstool to watch Mike cook breakfast and listen to the BreakingNews Network on TV. Soon the breakfast was ready and they got tired of the depressing news and tuned into the Animation Network for some classic cartoons. This occupied them for a couple of hours when it was decided to go across town to the new mall just opened a few months ago.
Neither of them had been there, so it was kind of a surprise to see how large it was. Apparently, every mall store in existence was inside beckoning the two teens with its siren song of trends and neon glow. Right off the main entrance of malls everywhere was Old Army. Mike hated the campy commercials, but Ellen dragged him (not quite kicking and screaming) into the store advertising taste had forgotten. She tried on several outfits in delight, further reinforcing her image as a girl in Mike's mind as he waited by a rack of god-awful painter's pants. After finding really nothing at Old Army, they went down to Aberystwyth and Hitch. Here at least were some clothes that didn't make Mike's stomach turn and he even tried on an ensemble for Ellen's benefit.
Tired of clothes, they made their next stop the Programs, Etc. to check out all the hot new titles for Z-Box and the GameStation 2 and played the demo of the retro joystick classics from the GO2600. It was quite fun, but they soon lost interest in the simple graphics and simple games. Mike picked up a magazine with some demo discs, and they headed up to the ThoreauBooks. Ellen looked through the fantasy section, occasionally picking up one of the swords-and-sorcery paperbacks and thumbing through it. Mike however slipped into the adventure section and looked over the many old cold-war thrillers. As he walked back toward the far corner holding one of the early Robert Harris thrillers he found himself in the human psychology section. Looking briefly he saw a book on studies of transgendered people and picked it up, placing it between his body and the novel, a little embarrassed at his fascination.
Ellen didn't decide on anything and so went to the front door to look at the calendars while Mike made his purchases, oblivious to the nature of either of the books. Mike hurried out with his bag, and the two of them moved through the mall, glancing into shops such as Warm Idea, Jack P's Tobacconist, and GagGifts. Finally, they grew a little hungry and settled into a table at the crowded food court. Mike asked Ellen to hold their table and quickly returned with a pair of fruit punches and some chicken tacos from Taco Buzzer.
After lunch they headed down the other side of the walkway, past shops such as QZToys, Print's Minus, and Hole. They went into a small shop specializing in Japanese imports and had a large selection of Hi Kat! products that Ellen loved and Mike found cute in an abstract way. Tired with the day's shopping the two could only make a passing joke about going into Viki's Secret or Arnold's Of Hollywood next time. And with that they were out in the parking lot, to the car, and on the way home.
Upon getting to Mike's Ellen began cooking dinner and Mike went to check his email with some degree of trepidation. The butterflies in his stomach turned to angry hornets when his inbox confirmed he only had one email and it was from his father. Mustering up a great deal of courage he opened the message and held a breath in prayer. As he read his father's letter he began to feel better. He knew it was a lot to expect a military man like his dad to accept someone like Ellen, but his father reassured his son he'd checked out Ellen's story himself, and while he couldn't comprehend Mike's attraction to Ellen he did know Ellen needed a friend and Mike's own life at school wasn't a-number-one either. Mike was an adult now, as far as he was concerned, and Ellen was a choice Mike would have to live with. As far as the second request went, Mike's dad gave approval of it as well to Mike's surprise, noting that since he was away so much what with the activities of the army today. But he did warn his son to look forward to the possibilities of very severe conflicts due to his relationship with this odd girl he'd hooked up with. He finished the email with a reminder to his son that if he neglected his studies or household duties, changes in attitudes might be the order of that day.
With conflicting visions of domestic felicity and English boarding schools running through his mind, he logged off the computer and checked the house voicemail. Sure enough, his father's lawyer had left a message letting Mike know that all paperwork would be ready and filed by 8:30am tomorrow and a short hearing should have the motion resolved by end-of-day. Mike smiled and rejoined Ellen in the kitchen.
As he passed through the living room, Mike flipped on the TV to a hockey game. Ellen peeked around the corner, shook her head at Mike's fascination with the game and pulled the potatoes out of the oven. By blessed coincidence the first intermission occurred just as dinner was ready so Mike didn't have to risk Ellen's wrath with a 'hold on'. Ellen's cooking was book-learned and she'd not had a lot of practice so it was a touch plain, but nothing was raw or burnt so Mike certainly had no complaints.
Mike quickly helped Ellen clean up dinner and rushed back to the den and the game. Ellen curled up next to him and watched the game and Mike. He was captivated by the game, throwing out descriptions of stats and various rules that would have largely gone by her if she'd not also liked hockey. But by 2:10 into the third period the score was six to one and frankly she didn't enjoy routs. Mike, however, hinged on every pass and shot and check as if it was 0 - 0 in double overtime... until Ellen unzipped his pants and took the head of his penis into her mouth.
Mike tried to concentrate on the game, but the feelings emanating from his lower body made that a well-nigh impossible endeavor. Ellen's tongue skated up his shaft, made a couple of passes at the rim of his head and slid neatly into the hole at the tip. Mike's hands petted the top of Ellen's bobbing head and down the length of her back, causing Ellen to moan, practically purr, around his shaft.
Finally Ellen jumped up and ran into the back of the house, returning very quickly, shedding her clothes as she reentered the den. She quickly pulled Mike's clothes off of him and pushed him back on the couch. She sucked on one of his testicles to return his erection to its fullest status, then applied the lubricant to his rod. She straddled his hips and reached behind her to grasp Mike's penis and guide it to her opening. Once the tip was nestled between her cheeks at her orifice, she moved down on his lubricated shaft, plunging it deep within her bowels. Mike gasped in pleasure and watched as her breasts bobbed up and down, and watched as her hard penis did the same. He reached up and fondled her orbs as she slid up and down the length of his organ, feeling her own penis slap against his abdomen with every descent. Ellen balanced with one hand on Mike's thigh as, in the throes of passion, she began stroking her own penis as she rode Mike's. He finally felt the familiar tingle in scrotum working it's way up his shaft and soon Ellen's bottom was receiving spurt after spurt of Mike's liquid. But Mike was surprised when Ellen suddenly arched back and he saw a glob fly straight at his face from the tip of her shaft and plopped warm and wet right on his chest. It was quickly followed by several more spurts that coated various parts of his torso.
Ellen recovered from her orgasm and looked down at Mike, who had a strange look on his face. She then took in the white globs of her semen on his body and began to feel a touch of panic. "I'm sorry, Mike."
"What?"
"I didn't mean...", Ellen was in a touch of a fright, even as she felt Mike's penis begin to go soft and slide out of her ass. "I didn't mean... I didn't think..."
Mike felt the wet tip of Ellen's sagging penis touch his pubic hair. "I didn't either, Ellen. But I guess it's something I'll have to remember, get used to, that you don't come like other girls."
"You aren't mad?"
"NO! No. But it is odd, y'know. But I do care for you Ellen. Stuff like this will just take time to adjust to."
Ellen sighed, then shrieked a touch as Mike pulled her down to him for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her and she felt his tongue in her mouth as she felt his semen slide from her bottom and her own juices stick Mike's torso to her breasts. Soon they got up to clean off, spend a quiet night together and go to bed, Ellen not knowing just how much Mike would change her life.