Epilog: Whatever Happened to the Boi Cunts?

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The Leonhardts couldn't be happier about the transformation in their little Tiffany (Bob), who turned 12 at BCS. There was such accord and harmony in the home as she willingly gave her cunt to the stepfather she called "Daddy."

And it's a good thing their home was such a haven of peace, because outside of those walls, Tiffany had a lot of challenges to face.

The third day home, she made a phone call. "Hi, Linda."

"Oh, Hi, Bob." Tiffany did not correct her.

"I'm back home."

"Oh, I didn't know you were away." Bob's crush on Linda had always been one-sided. She knew who he was, but that was all. She showed no interest in him. Now Tiffany hoped they could be friends.

"Well, I was. And I have a present for you. Can I come over."

"A present?" Linda had other suitors who tried to ply their way into her panties with little gifts. So she figured what the hell.

"All right. You can come over."

"Great. I'll be right there."

"See you soon, Bob."

"Uh, actually, Linda, my name is..." But she had already hung up.

Tiffany took a deep breath, checked her hair and makeup in the hall mirror, smoothed her skirt over her rear end, straightened her shoulders, picked up the doll she'd named Linda and headed out the door. As she walked the three blocks to Linda's house, she wondered who might be watching her out their windows. Did any of them realize who she was?

She went up Linda's sidewalk and rang her bell.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"It's me." Linda recognized Bob's voice, took a closer look and then recognized his face. "My name is Tiffany now. I wanted to give you this doll. I named her Linda because she I thought she looked pretty. I hope you like her."

Linda just stared at this creature, this freak, not listening to a word it said. "Get out of here, you pervert, and never come back." She slammed the door and headed for the phone.

Dejected, Tiffany slumped away and headed back home. As she passed the final cross street, someone tapped her shoulder.

"Ha ha, Bob! I knew it was you." It was Rudy, Bob's best friend. He was carrying a bat and mitt. "What's with the stupid getup? Shit, you really look like a girl!"

"Hi, Rudy." Tiffany wasn't sure how to explain herself, so she changed the subject. "Uh, how was baseball camp?"

"Shit, it was super. I really developed my swing. Come on, take off your silly clothes and let's go to the ball field and I'll show you. The other guys are there waiting."

"Uh, Rudy. I don't think I'm gonna play baseball no more."

"Huh? Shit, Bob, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm not, uh, Bob. I'm Tiffany now. I'm a girl."

"What the hell are you talking about, Bob. C'mon, you're scaring me. What did they do to you in that shit place you went."

"Rudy. Listen. I really learned a lot about myself. I found out I'm really a girl. That I always have been."

"Fuck you! You ain't no girl. I know what you got here." He jabbed his friend's crotch.

"Ouch. Please don't hurt my clit, Rudy."

"Your clit? Your clit? Bob, you got a dick just like me. Don't tell me otherwise. I've seen it plenty of times. Unless they cut it off you there. Did they take your dick, Bob and give you a cunt, ha ha?"

Tiffany softly started to recite the mantra:
"I am a girl and this is my clit.
I am a girl and this is my cunt.
I am a girl and these are my titties.
I am a girl and my name is Tiffany."

"Get away from me, you weirdo. If you ain't Bob, then you're dead. Go sashay your fuckin ass home and play with your fuckin dollies." Rudy turned his back and headed off to join his buds at the ball field. He certainly had a story to tell them.

By the end of the week, none of Bob's old friends were speaking to Tiffany, except to make snide remarks, hurtful remarks. To the boys she was an outcast and to the girls a pariah.

The comfort she found in the arms of her lover, her stepfather, was all the more precious. As they lay in bed after one glorious fuck session, with his semen dripping out of her hole, she felt his protective embrace and was silent.

"What's wrong, my little Sweetie?"

"Oh, Daddy. I don't have any friends."

"I'm sorry, Sweetie. Do you regret we sent you to that school?"

She sat up and looked him in the eye. "No way! I'm glad I found out who I really was. I don't care what that stupid Rudy thinks."

"Yes you do."

"Yeah, I do." She sighed. She settled back into his loving arm.

"Listen up, Tiffany. Do you remember the trip to BCS? You whined the whole way. Then when we picked you up, you were so self-confident. Tiffany is a much stronger person than Bob was. She's capable of tackling any challenge life throws in her path."

"Yea, but."

"No, hear me out. Now there are only three things that have really changed: your name, your wardrobe, and the way you see yourself. In every other respect, you're the same person you've always been. Now, I know how amiable you are. You can make friends with anybody. All the kids love your sense of humor. You're smart and clever. None of that has changed. I know you'll figure out a way to win them back."

"Thanks, Daddy." She kissed him and soon his cock was back in her cunt.

The next day, she put on her two piece bathing suit, slipped a beach coat over it, grabbed a towel, and headed for the town pool. She settled down about ten feet away from a group of her former boy friends, including Rudy. They inched a little further away, turned their backs and started to snicker.

"Yep, that's right, Guys. You don't want to get too close to the freak. You might catch it, and then your dicks will shrivel up too. Oh, yeah, Duncan, I remember now, you don't have that much to lose." He turned to look at a cluster of girls on the other side who were now giggling at Duncan's expense.

A lad jumped out of the pool, shook off like a dog and trotted up. When he saw Tiffany, he sat on the opposite side of the boys' group. "Hey, Billy. You're getting better. Have you gotten your swimming merit badge yet? No? Well, keep practicing. If you want,..." Tiffany cupped her flat boobs, "...I could help you with your breast stroke." The guys started laughing. The breast stroke was always a running joke. The ice was breaking.

"Hey, Bob! Oh, yeah, I mean Tiffie. You gonna show up at Boy Scouts in your dress? Ha ha."

"Yeah, Old Scoutmaster Jennings would really shit his pants, wouldn't he?" By now the guys had begun to turn to face her. Tiffany turned to the girls. "Maybe I should join the girl scouts now. Hey, Judy, is there like a physical I gotta pass to join? Will I have to show them my twat?" Everyone was laughing now.

"Bob, show us your Barrett imitation." Mrs. Barrett taught music at their school and whenever she left the room for a minute, Bob used to get up and imitate her. He had nailed her voice and walk and mannerisms down to a tee and would always have the class in hysterics.

"I'd be happy to, young man, but only if you call me by my right name. Come on, Boy, I'm waiting." She was already using the Barrett voice.

This time several kids pleaded, "Tiffany, please do your Barrett impression."

She stood up, picked up a plastic pool noodle to use as a baton and began prancing back and forth in front of an invisible blackboard. "Now, Boys and Girls, I wrote today's lesson on the board. Henry, will you please read the word. No, no, Henry, it's not 'Fuck.' It's 'Fugue.' Now, everyone repeat after me, Fugue."

"Fuck!"

"Yes, very good, Boys and Girls. Now who can tell us what a fuck is, I mean what a fugue is. Yes, Hillary, I see you waving your hand back there. Yes, Hillary, you may go to the bathroom if you need to. Take the hall pass. Ah, Penelope, yes, you know what a fugue is, don't you. Penelope always knows her lesson, Boys and Girls. OK, Penelope, now tell us. No, no, no, Penelope. That's a fuck. We really must learn the difference between fucking and fuguing."

The "class" was laughing so much now, some of them had to jump back in the pool before they wet themselves. The boys told Tiffany to move her towel over closer, but instead she joined the girls' group, who now accepted her. The guys got a little nervous as she pointed to each of them and whispered things to the girls who were delighted to glean some inside information about their male friends. Now Tiffany knew Daddy was right. She used the talents she always had and once again had lots of friends.

A week later, there was a knock on Tiffany's door.

"Oh, Linda! Wow! What are you doing here? I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Tiffany, I was just so surprised that time you rang my bell. Please forgive me. I wasn't nice." Actually, Linda had an ulterior motive for patching things up with her old friend. The girls had told her what happened at the pool. Now Linda was hoping to get some dope on Philip, the handsome Greek god she'd always admired, unbeknownst to torch-carrying Bob.

"Would you like to come inside?" Tiffany brought Linda up to her bedroom. How often Bob had lain awake night jacking himself at the thought of having Linda in his bedroom, but those days were gone.

"That's a beautiful dollhouse."

"My Daddy made it for me. He loves me a lot. He gave me a lot of dollies also." She pointed to the array on her bed. Linda picked up a bear. "That's D'Artagnan. He's a musketeer. My friend Juanita gave him to me. She made his costume herself. She's very talented." Linda picked up a second bear with a black and white dress that looked a little familiar. Tiffany picked up another doll. "Do you remember this one?"

"Yeah, that's the one you brought to my house. It's pretty."

"Would you like it?"

"Why don't you keep it." Tiffany shrugged and put Dolly Linda back with the others. Linda flopped down on her bed. She gave no thought to the fact that this bed belonged to Bob, the boy who once so badly wanted to lay there with her. "Tiffany, you know Philip, right?"

"Yeah, Philip Demetrios, he's in eighth grade."

"He's going into ninth. Don't you think he's dreamy?"

"He is very handsome. He plays Lacrosse. You like him?"

"I've always loved him." Aha! Now Tiffany realizes Bob never stood a chance. "But, I don't think he ever noticed me." Tiffany-Bob could relate to that. "I wish I knew how to get his eye."

"Well, Linda. Let's see. I know he likes to go down to the skateboard park and practice his stunts."

"Really?"

"Yeah, so if you sort of accidentally like showed up there and watched him, I bet he'd like that."

"You think?"

"Sure, but Philip likes a certain type of girl. Here, let's see." She opened the door to her closet and Linda got a look at her extensive wardrobe. She picked out a pair of hot pants. "See, now this is the sort of thing that would catch his eye. You want to borrow them?"

"Could I?" She realized they were the same size.

"And do you have a tube top? No? Here. You can borrow one of mine. No, not that one. This one is sexier. Philip will really notice you in this one. And you should pad it. He's a boob man. I'll ask around and find out when he's going to be there, OK?"

"Thank you, Tiffany. You're a real friend. Linda kissed her, took the borrowed clothes and skipped home." Twelve-year old Tiffany smiled. For so long, Bob fantasized about that kiss, but it took becoming a shemale to get it.

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