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The spiral begins
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Mrs. Green was in the rear view mirror and I was on my way somewhere else. I wasn't really sure where but I was going to be there in a little while. The guy who picked me up didn't listen at all. He said I was going to a place where I wasn't going to be able to dress in my girls clothes. I tried to tell him that I was pretty much done with girl clothes. It seemed to me I had lost too much because of them. He said I could possibly wear them occasionally. I tuned him out. He kept talking but yes right whatever fuck him. He took me to an office building "the head office " for the county. I sat at a desk waiting for him to return. I saw a couple of ladies in their 30's getting coffee and looking at me while they chatted. I went over to ask if I could have some too. They kind of pulled back like I was to be avoided. Sure I could and they were on their way back to the desk of one of them. First sign that I was not what they were used to dealing with. Fuck it I got the coffee and couldn't quite find the guys desk again. It was a very open office desks set up like the SVU show. One real office with a door in the back corner. That's where I met Ray. He was in charge and stuff happened. He took me into his office and told me plans changed. 2 little kids needed to be where I was supposed to go. I couldn't see keeping them apart so no big deal. He said he had a temporary fix. I would either go there or back to Mrs Green's. New place I was just not needing her bull. Ray said your Aunt dropped off your clothes yesterday in 3 trash bags. Cool I wanted my guy clothes but no. She only had given me girl clothes. Dresses, skirts, blouses panties and bras and stockings. She even had a few pairs of heels as well as a couple pairs of flats. Bitch didn't drop off anything for me as a guy. No wonder the guy tried to soften the blow about wearing girl clothes. Ray said I was only the second kid he heard of who was "like Me" . He told me that the first kid wasn't allowed to dress like he/ she wanted to and ran away. Ray said he/she ended up in LA on drugs living as a sissy faggot hooker. He made it clear that the kid ended up dead, he didn't say how but that was it. He wouldn't make the same mistake they made before. Well I figured I would talk to who ever I was going to live with about getting some guy stuff and see what happens. Ray also informed me that he was my social worker now. No problem. Off to the New place. Outside the city limits 15 miles to the dirt road that was another 3 miles in to what I would call a box canyon and there it was. A real house. I had expected it to be a moble home like the dozen or so we had passed. The place was pretty big to. Pops was in the back yard with the rest of the boys. 5 of them in a swimming pool with a wrap around deck and enough lounge chairs for everyone plus a couple more. I met Pops and he showed me all the standard stuff as well as the do's and don'ts. He said I should meet the boys. I went into the yard 2 pools one for swimming one was the water supply for the house. He said I could swim if I wanted to and had a suit, or bikini. I said no to both. Pops told the boys I didn't have a suit so "you know what that means " 5 swim suits came flying out of pool and on to the deck. What the hell is going on. Pops and Ray both stood up and started taking off their clothes. Oh crap I was shocked now what do I do? One of the guys said I was being a pussy if I didn't go skinny dipping. OK cool they were checking me out. Was I really a sissy faggot or did I have balls. I had balls. It took me a minute but I stripped down to skin and stood there for a couple seconds to prove I was just like any other guy. I asked if there was a towel for me when I got out of the pool. Pops said I'd be dry in a few minutes it was about 95 degrees after all. Deep breath and I dove in. The guy's introduced themselves and asked me quietly if I was really a sissy. I was really embarrassed to admit I didn't have any other guy clothes really, but yeah I guess I would be a sissy for a while. Marco Polo that's what they wanted to play. OK I got tagged on the ass, so I was it. I tagged Paul first I tagged his cock. I said sorry and he just smiled. This was another red flag I missed. Ass or cock was all that I was able to "tag". My cock was tagged and I was ready to quit. Tim had clipped my balls too. Red flag maybe I wasn't really sure but it was just a game right? I didn't want that happening again so I took my lily white ass out to the deck and found a chair. I laid out face down. Ray told me I should have a sunscreen on the not tan parts. Sure I could do that myself. Nope he was on it quicker than I could say I can do it myself. He spent a few minutes longer than I was comfortable with making sure my ass was covered right. Pops volunteered to help with the front when I was ready to turn over. Yep another red flag. This time I was starting to get a picture in my head, everyone was bare assed including the head of the office? I had to ask. Why is it OK for everyone to be naked I wasn't really understanding. Ray said Pops had a clothing optional out look on life and he was a saving grace to the system. He was well respected and a big load of crap. As I was to find out later. I put my own sunscreen on when I turned over. Pops kept an eye on the clock and would tell me when to turn over. He reapplied a bit of sunscreen on the 4th time. He actually rubbed in into my ass crack not just the cheeks. OK I wasn't really comfortable with the way things seemed to be going. Turns out I it wasn't that much later.
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Posted on : Mar 5, 2020
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