Epilog: Whatever Happened to the Boi Cunts?

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Abigail saw her parents drive into the BCS parking lot and was so excited she almost wet her panties. She went running toward the car carrying her dolly and ecstatically waving at them. Now she'd finally find out the big secret. It was like Christmas morning, not knowing what was in the mysterious box but, whatever it is, it was going to be wonderful!

Her father Dylan straddled two parking spaces, killed the engine and jumped out of the car, his face red, his jaw clenched, his wife Natalie in tow. "What the hell kind of a stunt are you pulling, Mike? You have your mother scared to death!!!"

"Hi, Daddy, hehe. Hi, Mommy. I'm so happy to see you, hehe. What do you mean, Daddy? What stunt?" She kept giggling and wondered when her Daddy would pick her up and kiss his little girl. "Oh, hehe, Daddy, you called me Mike, hehe. My name is..."

"You know fuckin well what stunt, Mike! This!" He grabbed her blouse sleeve. "This fuckin dress!" He looked around to see who else may have seen this sordid display.

"Oh? This dress? You don't like this one? Gee, Daddy, I picked it out special from all the others. I thought you'd like this one, Daddy. I'm sorry, but don't worry, Daddy. All I want to do is make you happy, Daddy. I'll go open one of my suitcases and get changed into another dress lickety split, Daddy. You'll see, Daddy. You'll be proud of your Abigail." She pulled to run back to her luggage.

But Dylan grabbed her arm. "Look, Mike, I don't know why you're doing this to us, but get your fuckin ass into the car now." Again he looked around. He saw a few other parents staring at them. Natalie was also embarrassed and opened the back door so they could get their son out of sight as quickly as possible.

"Daddy, what's wrong? Mommy, I don't understand?" Abigail sat in the car clutching her doll. But she assumed the wonderful surprise was still coming, and smiled her big smile, as her parents jumped into the front seat. Dylan turned the ignition and threw the car into reverse. "Wait, Daddy, hehe, you forgot my suitcases, hehe. All Abigail's pretty dresses! I can't wait to show you my pretty cocktail dress and my sexy pussycat dress and my..." He put the car in gear and tore out of the place. "Gee, Mommy, why isn't he stopping to get them? Mommy? Daddy?" No one said a word for a couple miles. Finally, Abigail's face lit up. She'd figured it out! "Yeah, of course! Daddy just can't wait to get home to fuck his little girl, hehe."

Dylan slammed on the brakes. Fortunately, out in the country, no other car was around. "What did you fuckin say?"

"Hehe, that's ok, Daddy. I'm happy I make you horny, hehe. Just wait, you'll see. Abigail knows how to get your big cock all aroused and then you'll shove it in my cunt, Daddy, and we'll be so happy! You want to do it right here, Daddy? right beside the road, Daddy? Hehe, oh, that'll be so much fun. Daddy sure knows how to make sex fun, doesn't he, Mommy?" Natalie was speechless.

"What the hell are you trying to do, Mike?..."

"Abigail," she corrected, but no one was listening.

"...Kill your mother? No way! No fuckin way do I want to fuck my own kid, Mike! Hell, why would you come up with such a sick vicious idea?"

"Oh, you mean it's Uncle Chester? He wants to tickle my twat? Hehe." Her parents stared at each other blankly. "No, not Uncle Chester? Then is it Grandpa? Hehe. He's going to drive my Hershey highway? Hehe. Mommy, will cousin Larry do the nasty? Hehe. Daddy, does the neighbor man want to hide his salami in Abigail's doughnut? Hehe." Abigail was having so much fun guessing who it was. "Hehe, c'mon, Daddy, Mommy, tell me, I can't wait, hehe. I been dreaming about it for weeks! Who is it?"

"Michael, Darling." Why do mothers always use their children's full names at times like this? "No one wants uhm, to have, uhm, sex with you, sweetheart. You poor child."

Dylan interrupted. "Hell! Did those fuckin guys back there molest you, Mike? That Marcus guy? Is he a pedo pervert? Tell me the truth, Mike! Did he fuck you?"

"Hehe, of course, Daddy. Mr. Marcus fucked me and Alejandro fucked me, hehe, and Mr. Henley took me to the motel, hehe, and the men on cat house night, but of course I didn't bother getting all their names, hehe. So don't worry, Daddy, I know how to do it now. They teached me good. Oh, Daddy, I was so confused when I got here. But when I found out I was a girl then I understood. I'm so happy now. Thank you, Daddy, for sending me. Now, please, please, please with sugar on top, hehe, tell me who wants to fuck me!"

Dylan and Natalie stared at her, slackjawed!

"Michael, you said you're a girl now?"

"Of course, Mommy, but you knew that already before you sent me here. And Mommy, you know my name ain't Mike no more. It's Abigail now. Or you can call by Abby. I like that too."

"You really think you're a girl?" Nod. "And that's why you're wearing a dress?" Nod. "And you think some man back home wants to have sex with you?" Big nod. "Oh, my, my, my."

"Mike, I don't know what they did to you in that screwball school but you ain't no fuckin girl! You got a cock for God's sake!"

"No I don't, Daddy." She rattled off 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 ABIGAIL."

Dylan turned the car back on and drove away. He didn't speed now. He drove deliberately. Natalie heard him muttering, "We'll sue the place. We'll sue every goddamned person there." And a few minutes later, "We'll sue Willard also!" the guy who recommended the school in the first place.

"Dylan, Darling, isn't it more important to get some help for Michael?"

Meanwhile, Abigail sat in the back seat playing with her doll and giggling softly. Now that she had found true happiness, no amount of negativity on her parents' part could possibly squelch her ebullient spirit.

When they got home, they called a lawyer and lost no time in bringing him the contract. "Well, now, let's see what you got yourself into?" The lawyer perused the papers, quietly citing various phrases, "Hmm, nonrefundable,... hmm, hold harmless,... hmm, gender-assignment,... hmm, self-identification,... Dylan, you and your wife didn't read this before you signed it, did you?"

"Well, not every fuckin word!" Natalie bit her lip. They hadn't even looked at it. They'd just taken Willard's word at face value, that this would be a great place for their son. They were just glad the school accepted him.

"Well, the contract is ironclad. This Marcus fellow has you over a barrel. Basically, you gave him every right to turn your son into a girl,--short of surgery of course. You could take them to court, but you'll lose. And I'm not sure you'd want a public trial anyway, where everyone would see how happy the girl was, and how stupid you were. No, my advice is to forget the suit. I'll send you my bill."

Next, they called a shrink. "Well, Abigail and I had a very interesting session." He ignored Dylan's insistence that the kid's name was Mike. "And do you know something funny? She thought the reason you brought her to me was that I was the one who wanted to fuck her cunt, ha ha. She is completely comfortable with her new identity. She feels she's always been a girl, and in my professional opinion, that's probably the truth, given that she has no doubts about it. Her confusion is not about her gender, but about why you two do not accept her as she is. The more you insist on denying her femininity, the harder it is for her to believe you both love her." Typical psychiatrist, always blaming the parents. "Frankly, I think it's wonderful that she has discovered this about herself at age 11, before she enters puberty. It will save her a lot of heartache later on. Be sure she keeps on taking her pills. You have a wonderful daughter. I'll send you my bill."

They even tried a deprogrammer who kept her locked in her bedroom for a week. She tried all she could to get him into bed, but in the end neither one succeeded in their mission. He still sent his bill.

Since Abigail refused to dress like a boy, her wardrobe was minimal. She had the one dress and underwear she wore home. She found an old pair of Mike's jeans that hugged her ass nicely, so she cut them capri length. She found that if she tied Mike's shirttails until her bra exposing her belly button it gave a girlish look. She could achieve the same look by tearing his t shirts off below her titties. When Natalie saw how desperate her child was, she lent her some panties and found a few old dresses. Abigail amazed her mother by altering them herself. When Dylan saw what they'd done, he smelled a conspiracy.

"Shit, Natalie, why are you encouraging him!"

"I was just trying to help her, Dylan."

"Then help him to remember he's a fuckin boy, damnit!"

"But she isn't. She's a girl. I'm just helping her to get dressed."

"He's not a girl! It's just a fuckin phase he's going through."

"Well, if you think that, Dylan, then why don't you just humor her. Show her you still love her. Let her be a girl for a while if that's what she wants."

Dylan caved. Temporarily. He bit his lip and began to call his son Kid. But he kept looking for a way to get his Mike back.

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"Hey, Everett, I'm so glad you joined us for dinner."

"No problem, Dylan, glad to meet your family." Everett had worked in Dylan's office for seven years, but this was the first time he was invited over. He figured there was some ulterior motive.

"So, how do you like the Packers this year?" Dylan asked.

"Shit, ever since they lost Brett Favre, they're just not the same. Half of them are on the fuckin injured list. Rodgers shows some promise but he ain't Favre." The men continued to talk football as Natalie served the soup course. Abigail sat and wondered, had Daddy finally brought her the man who wanted to fuck her?

By the time the roast beef came out, they'd moved from sports to politics to the mideast war.

"I see you're driving a Grand Cherokee now, Everett. That should make the oil cartel happy, ha ha."

"Yeah, it drinks gas like it's water, but shit I love the feeling of power. I'm not willing to give up an engine that has some horses."

"Yes, Natalie keeps talking about the Volt, but to me, it'd be like driving a golf cart."

"BMW announced they're working on a hybrid that may actually have some power. Zero to sixty in under five seconds! Now that's a green car I might consider." Abigail found the talk tiresome. Not once had Everett taken any notice of her flirtatious efforts.

After dessert and a leisurely cigar, Everett thanked his hostess and headed home.

"So, Mike, uhm, Kid! How did you like Everett?"

Abigail shrugged. "Yeah, he's all right."

"He sure is, Mike. A great guy. Knows his sports and his cars. Just like me, Son. Like a man should. And you know what else, Mike?" Neither Abigail or Natalie could guess. "Everett has a partner. You know what that means, Son?"

Abigail wished Dylan would call her his daughter. She shook her head.

Natalie knew. "Abby, what your father is trying to say is Everett is homosexual."

"That's right, Mike."

"So?"

"He's gay, Boy!"

Abigail didn't see the relevance. "Yeah, he's a fag. So what?"

"And you know what else? I found out he's the bottom! Yeah, I know, I was surprised also."

"Uhm, Daddy, why are you telling me this?"

"Don't you see, Mike? If you want to be a gay bottom when you grow up, it doesn't mean you can't be a man."

"But, Daddy, I don't want to be a gay bottom."

"Oh, Mike, it's so good to hear you say that."

"I can't ever be a gay bottom, Daddy, because I'm a girl, hehe. My name is Abigail."

Dylan gave up. He had run out of ideas. If this made the kid happy, he was willing to indulge her. He called BCS and asked them to ship his daughter's clothes. Natalie was glad he could finally accept his daughter. (Mike's coach was upset. He'd lost his star pitcher!)

After a couple months, Dylan and Natalie even invited Willard over for dinner. They knew what he had done, but decided not to let him have the last laugh. They acted like they were pleased as punch that their son was now a girl.

But as time went by, Abigail realized that no matter how much she came on to him, her father was not going to sleep with her. His time of spreading his seed was past. He now was truly completely faithful to his wife. They did condescend to let her spend a weekend with James Bollinger. When she got back home, she wouldn't quit talking about how Jimbo made her feel, made her cunt feel. She wanted her Daddy to ask every man he knew if they would fuck his daughter. Then, Dylan knew his daughter was still a chip off the old block. She might be a shemale, but she'd be just as wild a teenage as he was, horny as hell, ready to jump in bed with anybody of the opposite sex.

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