Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 01:08:37 +0000
From: Kozmik Alaska
Subject: TG: Blood Brothers

This transgender story contains adult themes dealing with female to
male crossdressing. Its got naughty language and naughty bits, too. If
you are too young to read such a story, if you are offended by such
themes, or if its illegal to read this where you are, then don't read
any further.

On the other hand, if you like it, if girls in guy's clothes turn you
on, then let me know! Cause thats what I like too! 

This original story is copyright (c) 1999 by Kozmik Alaska

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Blood Brothers

By Kozmik Alaska

Bob and Diane had been best friends for as long as they could remember.
They went to the same schools together, lived on the same street, and even
played at the same playground. In fact, they even played the same games!
Diane never was one for playing jacks or skipping rope, so more often than
not you would catch her in a baseball game, or passing a football on a team
with Bob.

As kids, Bob never gave Diane's tomboyishness a second thought. But, as
they grew into their teens, he came to find it to be a quality in her that
he relished. Secretly, he had a crush on Diane that just wouldn't be sated.
When it came to asking her out on a date, however, he just couldn't do it.
It would be like dating one of the guys. Still, he always had a soft spot
in his heart for her.

One moonlit, cloudless night, shortly after they had both graduated from
High School, Bob lay in his bed. It was shortly after midnight. His mind
drifted to pleasing, relaxing thoughts. Those thoughts were mostly of
Diane. He liked the way she looked, not all femme, just natural. He thought
of her short black hair, and her small breasts. He realised that in all the
years he had known her, he had never seen her in a dress, except for First
Holy Communion at church, and confirmation. You know, he thought, that was
what he really liked about her. She was just one of the boys. And he
couldn't, in fact wouldn't, change that for all the money in the world.
Hmmm, he thought, the more the merrier. He had an idea.

The following day, Bob called Diane on the phone.

'Hey Diane, wanna go out to the fields, and play some catch?' Bob asked.
'Ya'know, gotta keep the arm in shape.' 

'You bet!' Diane answered. 'Are you heading there right now?'

'Yeah, I'll see ya in a few'

Bob headed off to the fields. Diane met him there. They began a vigorous
game of catch. As they tossed the ball back and forth, Bob started up a
conversation with Diane.

'You've got a pretty good arm on you, Diane'

'Thanks. If you thought that was good, how about this...' she said as she
lobbed a fast ball at him.

'Whoa! Smoking!' Bob yelled as the force of the pitch knocked him on his butt.

'He he he' Diane laughed.

Bob got up and dusted himself off. As he tossed the ball back to her, he
said, 'Yep, pretty good, as good as any guy.'

'Damn right!' said Diane, as she winged him with wicked curve ball.

'Let's take a breather. You're too much for me today'

They both sat down on the small slope of a grassy knoll that overlooked the
field. After a few minutes respite, Bob spoke up. 'Yep, you're as good a
pitcher as any guy.'

Then after a few minutes hesitation, he asked, 'Diane, can I ask you a
question?'

'Yeah?'

'Have you ever thought about actually being a boy?'

Diane's face went a bit pale. 'What kind of a question is that!'

'Well, gee, Diane, it's just that you are a bit of a tomboy, and I just
wondered if...'

'Ah, actually, Bob, hmmm, can you keep a secret'

'Can I keep a secret?' Bob exclaimed. 'Let me ask you this - Who was it who
covered for you when you came home a little tipsy after we snuck out to
Tucker's cave with some beers I stole from my dad.'

'A little tipsy! Hah! I was feeling no pain, until the next morning that
is' Diane laughed.

'C'mon, who covered for you? Who's your best buddy, huh?'

'It was you, I know, I know. You're my best buddy, chum.' Diane said as she
gave me a punch.

'So answer the question, then. Have you ever wanted to be a boy?'

'Ah, okay then. Ah, well, when I was thirteen, I tried to shave like my
brother, Jerry.'

'Have you ever thought about it since?'

'Yeah, sometimes, I wonder what life would be like.'

There was a long silence between them as the discussion set in.

Diane continued. 'Hmm, what would life be like.... if I had a dick.' She
leaned toward Bob, and tickling him exclaimed, 'Once thing's for sure, it
would be bigger than yours!'

Bob sprung to his feet, and she started chasing him. 'You think so!' Bob
hollered. Diane tackled him and brought him down with a thud. As she
wrestled with him in the grass, he laughed as he said 'You just think so,
huh? Huh? Then I dare you to try life as a boy!'

Diane stopped in mid-wrestle, 'What! How?'

Bob regained his composure and climbed out from under her. 'Let me make you
into a boy.'

'When? How?'

'As for the how, I'll handle that. As for the when, my mom and dad said
that I could go up to Algonquin Provincial Park in Ontario Canada to go
canoeing as a graduation present. It sure would be nice to have a buddy
come along'

'Ah, I don't know'

It was Bob's turn to wrestle Diane. He pounced and had her pinned.
'Chicken! You're too chicken to be a boy.'

'No I'm not! I'll do it! I'll do it! Let me up!'

'Only if you say I want to be a boy and dress like one, and do everything
like one. Say it!'

'Alright, alright. I want to be a boy and dress like one, and do everything
like one.' 

She paused and looked Bob straight in the eyes. 

'Make me into a boy', she asked.

Bob let her get up. 'Meet me at my house on at 3 AM Saturday morning, so
that we can leave at 5. Climb up on the roof and into my room. We'll get to
Algonquin by 10 AM. We'll need some time to get you ready, so don't be
late. In the mean time I need to know some sizes. What is your size shirt
and pants do you wear? You look like about a guy's medium shirt.'

Diane gave him her sizes and then paused. 'You think we can pull this off?'

'I know we can'

Early Saturday around 3 AM, Bob heard a light tapping on his windowsill.
'Bob, are you there, it's Diane' Diane saw a bunch of packages on Dan's
bed. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt.

'Oh hey, Diane. C'mon in' Bob stepped out from around the corner of his
room. He was wearing just a T-shirt and his white boy's briefs. 

'Are you ready for this', he inquired.

'I guess so'

'Well, what are you waiting for, get undressed', he exclaimed as he took a
pair of Levi's 501s out of a bag.

Diane pulled off her hiking boots and socks and then pulled off her girl's
jeans. She picked up the 501's and began to pull them on.

'Uh-uh-uh!' Bob clicked his tongue. 'Not so fast. If you're going to be a
boy, you can't be wearing panties.... or a bra. Off with them. You need
these.' Bob handed her a package of crisp white boy's Fruit of the Loom
briefs and a boy's undershirt. 'You're going to be a boy from the inside out.'

Diane chuckled as she took the packages from Bob. 'Well aren't you going to
turn around?' she asked as she pulled off her shirt, bra and panties.

'No way! We're both guys, I'll just go about my business.'

Diane ripped open the package of boy's white briefs. She pulled a pair of
the underwear out of the plastic wrapping and unfolded them. 

'Take some time and get used to your new boy's underwear Diane. I think
you'll be wearing these an awful lot from now on.' Bob observed.

Diane held them up to examine them. She felt the stitching around the fly
and gave the elastic waistband a test stretch. She held the white briefs in
front of her waist and crotch and looked in the mirror.

'Go ahead.' Bob instructed. 'Get into them.'

Diane pulled the boy's briefs on and adjusted them on her mid-section. Not
bad, she thought, not bad at all. 

'I could get to like these' she said.

'I certainly hope so' Bob replied.

Next Diane put on the undershirt pulling it over her head. She tucked it
into her boy's briefs.

'What do you think?' she asked.

Bob made her turn around and model her new underwear. 'Very nice. You look
great. But something is missing' he said.

In a flash he grabbed a white athletic sock, formed it into a cylindrical
shape and thrust it down the front of Diane's briefs.

'Now THAT's much better' he said as he patted his handiwork.

Diane looked at the sight of the two them in the full-length mirror. She
reached over and pulled up the front of Bob's T-shirt displaying the bulge
in his briefs. 'Hah! I thought so. My dick IS bigger than yours!' she
laughed. 

'Right..very funny..ha ha...it is to laugh...give a girl a dick and first
she does is start comparing sizes!' Bob shot back.

Observing the time Bob remarked that they had better stop horsing around
and finish up. While Diane pulled on her boy's jeans and a baggy shirt to
hide her small breasts, Bob stashed the rest of her boy's clothes in her
backpack. Quietly they crept past Bob's parent's bedroom out to the car.
Soon they were on the road to Canadian border.

As they neared the customs checkpoint at the Peace Bridge, Bob cautioned
her to just act cool.

'Where are you guy's from' asked the customs officer.

'Erie Pennsylvania USA, sir' answered Bob.

'And you young man?' the border guard continued looking straight at Diane.

Using the deepest voice she could muster, Diane answered, 'Erie, too, er,
also, sir.'

'Where you headed, eh?' he then asked.

'Algonquin, sir. My buddy and are going to do some canoeing. Isn't that
right, Dan.' Bob replied as he referred to Diane by a masculine name.

'Yep!' Diane shook her head in agreement, trying to say as little as possible.

'Have a good one then, eh. Oughta be a great day for it. Wonderment is in
the air!' the guard said as he waved them through.

Diane breathed a sigh of relief. 'Whew!' 

'Yeah -- you think the twit would have been able to figure it all out' said
Bob

'Geez, yeah, I almost thought my voice would have given it away' Diane
observed.

'What d'ya mean? You were great. I meant that he should have been able to
figure out what we're going to do, since we have a boat strapped to the top
of the car!' Bob exclaimed.

After a pause they both burst out laughing, Diane shooting coffee out of
her nostrils from laughing so hard.

The kilometres rolled by, first the Queen Elisabeth Way, highway 427, then
the 401. By the time they hit the 400 heading north out of Toronto the
coffee began to have the affect that coffee often does.

'Ah, Bob, can we stop, I gotta pee, and bad' Diane asked.

'I think that would be a good idea. There's a Tim Horton's up ahead. We can
stop and take a break, pee, get some more coffee, and then be on the way.'
Bob said.

'Okey dokey' Diane said. As they pulled into the parking lot, her smile
turned to a grimace. 'Ah, Bob, I gotta go, bad. And, ah, I just realised, I
can't use the ladies like this.' 

'That's right Sherlock.' Bob replied. 'You get to use the guy's lavatory.'

'But what if, do you think that, but, but, but...' Diane sputtered. Bob
pulled into a parking space and opened his car door.

' Hey! We're going canoeing...and you sound like a motorboat. Just act
cool, go in do your business and leave. We fooled customs, so you can fool
some guys in the bathroom.' Bob slammed the car door as Diane got out on
her side. 'And by the way, guys never wash their hands after' he instructed.

Together they entered the highway service center. 'The men's is right down
there,' Bob pointed to his right, 'You go, while I get the coffee'

Leaning over to him, Diane whispered, 'You mean you're not going with me.'

Bob chuckled, 'I don't have to go. Besides, only girls go to the restroom
together. You want two Sugar-Twins and cream in your coffee?'

As Bob walked toward the counter, Diane nervously answered in the affirmative.

Standing outside the door to men's room, Diane took a deep breath, then
pushed open the door. In one big stride she stepped across the threshold to
a new dimension in her boyhood. She observed the gleaming white urinals.
Now, this is different, she thought. Seeing no one else was in the washroom
she impishly strode up to a urinal. After thinking for a second she
unbuttoned the buttons on the fly of her 501s. She imagined pulling her
dick out and letting go. Just then she though she heard someone coming so
she quickly bolted into a nearby stall.

A guy walked in as Diane sat in the stall in did her business. She pulled
her briefs back up, adjusted her dick into position, and pulled up her
boy's jeans. After flushing she stepped out of the stall see that it was
only Bob.

'I guess I hadda go anyway. Everything come out okay?'

Diane smirked at him.

As the sun rose over the Canadian landscape they pulled into the park. Soon
they were paddling up from Canoe Lake to Little Doe lake. The atmosphere
was quite relaxing. By 2 PM they found a secluded spot to set up camp for
the day. Bob and Diane busied themselves by setting up a tent for night and
getting the campsite in order. When all was said and done, Bob tossed a
plastic bottle of iced tea to Diane, as they relaxed in the warm clear lake
breeze. 

'Boy, that water sure looks nice' Diane observed, ' So calm and inviting.'

'Sure does' said Bob echoing her sentiments. Then with a big smile on his
face, he jumped up and shouted, 'Last one in is a rotten egg!' 

'You're nuts,' Diane shouted after him. 'I can't go in there'

'Ah, ol' buddy, ol' pal, when I said that I would make you into a boy, I
thought of everything. If you'll look in your backpack, you'll find a guy's
swimsuit, and a dark T-shirt to hide what is now, not so very obvious. So
grab your baggies, and hop in!'

Diane rummaged in her pack, and pulled out the baggy boy's swimtrunks. She
also pulled out something a bit foreign to her.

'Don' forget to wear your jockstrap' Bob turned to her as he stood there
pulling his up his legs.

'So that's what this is' Diane said, twirling it on her index finger. 'I'll
give you this much, you did think of everything.'

'Absolumente, as they say over in Quebec.' Bob smiled.

Diane took off her shirt and jeans and folded them on a rock. She then
removed her boy's briefs. As an afterthought, with a lighthearted feeling
inside her, she set her boy's briefs next to Bob's. I'm a boy, too, she
thought. See, I wear the same underwear that he does.

She pulled her jock up her legs as she had seen Bob do. After adjusting it,
she tapped him on the shoulder.

'I think it needs something. Wanna help a fellow out' she asked.

Bob smiled and handed her a clean athletic sock, which she folded and stuck
down the front of the jock. She adjusted it into position then patted it.

'Cool' was all she said.

Within minutes she pulled the T-shirt and her boy's swimtrunks on and then
was dunking Bob into the chilly waters of Little Doe lake.

The afternoon breezed by and by nightfall, the Bob and Diane relaxed by
sitting around a campfire while wearing just their T-shirts and briefs. 

As the evening call of a loon could be heard in the distance, Bob got up to
stir the fire. As he stirred, he related some stories of the native people
of the Americas to Diane. 

'Have you ever heard of being blood brothers, Diane?' Bob asked.

'I've heard about it, but don't know too much about it.' Diane replied.

'An old native custom says that two guys can become joined in a bond never
to be broken by mixing their blood together. They just made small cuts in
the palms of their hands, then clasped their hands together, allowing the
blood to commingle.' Bob explained.

A Canada goose could be heard honking across the water. Bob skipped a stone
over the lake surface.

'Diane?' he said then paused. 'Will you become my blood brother?'

Diane looked at him as she smiled fondly at him. 'Yes' was all she said.

Bob reached around to pack and pulled out his Swiss Army knife. 'Then, so
be it.' He took her right hand, looked her square in the eyes, and softly
said, 'Thank you!'

Gently he made a small cut in Diane's palm. Squeezing it, he saw the blood
appear. He handed her the knife, and she repeated the action on his palm.
Then they clasped hands and closed their eyes. 

As their blood mixed, Bob began to prayerfully speak, 'You now have my
blood in you, and I have your blood in me. We are now brothers in blood for
all time, just as the ancients before us.'

Diane held his hand tightly, and intoned, 'Yes, I am now part boy, and your
brother forever.' Then she took the initiative and still holding his hand
led him off to their tent. Together they sat upon the sleeping bags. Diane
leaned over and kissed Bob deeply. Soon her hands made their way into his
briefs. Following up on what she had started, Bob's hand found the soft
white cotton of Diane's boy's briefs. He teasingly ran his fingers along
the seams of the fly that covered her now moistening pussy. 

Diane continued massaging Bob's dick inside his briefs. Soon she felt a
bubble of pre-cum ooze out his dick. 

'Now Bob, we can become more than blood brothers. I want you inside of me'
Diane breathed.

Bob leaned back his head as Diane climbed on top of him. She pulled his
dick out through the fly of his briefs and guided it into the fly of her
boy's briefs, straight into her waiting pussy. Pumping up and down they
moaned in ecstasy. Bob had never felt anything like this before in his
life. Diane's rising and falling motion sent waves of intense pleasure
through him. The added friction of her cotton briefs massaged against
Diane's erect clitoris. With every up stroke she felt the brushing of it
against the fabric. Every caress against her clit filled her body with
tingles of gratification. Her heart pounded against her chest and then with
one deep breath they reached nirvana and collapsed all covered with sweat.

Diane kissed Bob. 'Thank you, blood brother, for the best gift ever,
letting me be me. You and me, together, always.'

'Always and all ways' Bob answered.

A loon made its cry out on the water as the sun set. On a clothesline
strung between two trees, both Bob and Diane's jockstraps hung next to each
other, together as symbol of their togetherness.