Epilog: Whatever Happened to the Boi Cunts?

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"Hi, Uncle Al!" Angelina said when the car came to a stop. "I thought Mom and Dad were going to come get me."

After giving his nephew, now niece, a big hug and kiss, Al started loading her suitcases into the car. "Well, I was in town and fuck, I just couldn't wait to see my little Patty." Al was a roustabout for a carnival, and traveled all over the country.

"My name's Angelina now, Al." The lovely blond fourteen-year old waved goodbye to Marcus and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Angelina, Little Angel, yeah that's perfect!" As he started to drive away, his right hand reached around her shoulder. "So how is my little angel?"

She nestled her towhead against his chest. "I'm sorry, Uncle Al."

"Sorry? What the fuck for, Pat... I mean Angelina?"

"I'm sorry I used to be so unfriendly. I was just confused, that's all. Now that I know who I really am, I'll make it up to you, I promise. In fact, I can't wait to feel your cock in my cunt again."

"I'm real happy to hear you say that, uh, Angelina." He kissed the top of her head. "But that's all ancient history now. When I gave your folks the money to send you to Boi Cunt School, I knew you'd learn your lesson."

"You're so kind, Uncle Al." She sat quietly for a while. "When we get home, I want to put on my blue leopardskin print mini dress for you, Uncle Al. It's so sexy. Do you think Mom and Dad will like the way I look now?"

"I sure as fuck know your Dad will! And frankly, we don't give shit what the bitch thinks. Right?"

"Yeah, I know that now. We girls gotta let you men tell us what to do." She rubbed her chest. "I wish my breasts were bigger. I take these pills, you know, but they take a long time to work."

"I promise you, my Little Angel, for your eighteenth birthday I'll pay for a boob job."

"Really, Uncle Al?" She gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Then she got quiet again and he asked her what was wrong. "I'm worried about school. I know everyone is going to make fun of me."

"Well, Patty, oops sorry. I already talked to your Mom and Dad about that. You won't be going to school in the fall."

"Huh?"

"Nope. You're going on the road with me."

"The Carnie?"

"Yep. I figure that way you'll have plenty of time to 'make it up to me' like you said."

"Wow! That's super, Uncle Al!" She gave him another kiss.

Three weeks later, the carnival was going through Kansas, and Angelina was riding in Al's camper. "I liked Topeka, Uncle Al." Actually, she liked every new city they went to. She was enjoying the vagabond life. "And you know the best part? It's when you fucked me in Topeka." She said that also about each new city. Then she started giggling. Al demanded to know why. "Hehe, cause when you're fucking me you still call me Patty, hehe."

"I can't help it, Little Angel. When I get it on with you, I can't fuckin think straight."

"Did we make a lot of money in Topeka?"

"Enough, Sweetie." Ever since she joined the Carnie, he'd been pimping her ass out to other roustabouts as well as local guys looking to score. He kept all the money, but that was all right with her. He gave her everything she needed. He even had Susie, the Carnie's seamstress, sew up some new dresses for his little angel. "But I was thinking maybe we could make some more money." Angelina asked how. "Well, if you were on the midway..."

"The Freak Show?" Angelina stared at Al. "What do you mean? I'm not a midget. I don't got tattoos. I can't swallow a sword. I'm not..."

"You can be the bearded lady."

Poor Angelina. She had to shave Ryan's chin twice a day and even then she got stubble in a few hours. "Oh, I don't know, Uncle Al."

"Or the Hermaphrodite! Yeah, that's even better. Half male, half female. You'd be perfect." Angelina still wasn't convinced but it didn't matter, Al's word ruled.

Susie whipped up a clever little costume for Patty the Hermaphrodite: He/She wore a man's work boot with gray woolen sock on the left foot, stiletto heel and nylon stocking on the right. The shorts were fashioned so that from the left they looked like denim construction worker's cutoffs tightly covering an amplified package, but from the right they looked like red hooker hot pants hugging the right buttock. Moving up, the right side had half a bra with a falsie, done in black silk attached at the spine and the sternum to a black leather harness. Angelina continued to wax her right side but Ryan let the hair grow back on his left leg, left pec, left abs, left arm and armpit. Finally, he grew half a beard and shaved half his head to a buzz cut, while his right side wore makeup and flowing blond tresses. Patty truly did look like a freak, but as Al predicted, she brought in even more customers this way. The barker's call went like this:

"And next, Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, we have Patty the lovely and studly Hermaphrodite." The lights come on, Angelina stands up and drops her robe. "Half man, half woman, half boy, half girl. A medical marvel. A biological monstrosity. Behold,..."--the barker pointed his cane to Angelina's half bra,--"...her single breast fully capable of lactating. And here, ladies and girls, is his fully operational penis, right next, men and boys, to her perfectly formed vagina." He then launched into a ridiculous monologue of medical mumbo-jumbo about hermaphroditism. "Unfortunately, in our public show, Patty is prevented by modesty and state law from exposing herself. However, he/she is available for private performances to anyone over the age of 18."

Angelina hated how she looked. At least her left side. When not on stage, she took to wearing a muumuu and a large hat around the carnival. She wore a scarf over her mouth to hide her half beard. Of course, this costume just made her all the more mysterious. When she entertained the men privately, she was able to wear her sexy female underwear, including two falsies. As long as the johns had the money and said they were eighteen, Al didn't bother checking their IDs, so a lot of teen boys, some no older than Angelina, paid for her unique service. Either because they were not too familiar yet with female anatomy, or were distracted by this girl's ambiguity, many of these boys never even realized they were fucking an asshole instead of a cunt. On rare occasions, a woman would hire Ryan for an hour. Then he would wear only a jockstrap. With all the hormones he was taking, he found it hard to get hard but the ladies were always sympathetic, and never asked for their money back.

Her career as Patty the Hermaphrodite freak only lasted one season. She was now 15 1/2 and the hormones were beginning to work. Her breasts began to fill out and actually began leaking a watery white liquid. Her dick was shriveling up and erections few and far between. When Al told her she could retire the crazy costume, she was thrilled. She immediately shaved and waxed her left side to match her right and took out the lovely dresses she'd been saving, including the blue leopardskin print mini dress. Now that she had real tits to caress instead of falsies, she could still get customers for one night stands.

In Fresno, Al took her to a pet store and they bought a six foot python. The next season, Angelina became Reptilia, the twelve-year old snake charmer. She loved this costume much better. Susie made her a skimpy two piece jungle outfit in pink camouflage print. The miniskirt hugged her ass perfectly, and the tube top did justice to her bouncy boobs. Her long blond locks now flowed down both sides of her head and cascaded over the snake she had wrapped over her bared shoulders. As she pranced about the stage in her stilettos, the barker went on and on about the brave little girl and how the snakes were captivated by her beauty. At the end the mesmerized men in the audience was again offered the opportunity to enjoy a private session where Reptilia promised to charm their one-eyed snakes. Angelina was much happier now, and showed Uncle Al her appreciation whenever they were alone.

Toward the end of the season, the show pulled into Angelina's home town. She remembered all those years growing up when Ryan and his best buddy in elementary school Myron would spend all day riding the rides and eating themselves sick. Ryan never told his friend what his uncle did to him when he was in town.

Angelina's parents got their chance to see their daughter perform. Her mother was impressed at how calmly she handled the big snake. Her father was turned on and signed up for a private session. Angelina recognized many of her customers: the barber who gave Ryan his first haircut, the gym teacher who made him do pushups, the pharmacist who sold him his first condom, the Baptist preacher who tried to convert his family. Fortunately, none of these men recognized Reptilia as the hometown boy.

"Reptilia, you have another customer," Al called out as Angelina was cleaning up her cunt from the last client. She quickly put on her thong, bra and robe and opened the camper door. There stood a lad her own age looking sheepish. She took his hand, led him inside and closed the door. He was obviously nervous in the presence of such a lovely knowledgeable female dressed in her lingerie.

"What's your name, you handsome stud?"

"Er, uhm, Jack," he lied, his voice cracking. Angelina recognized him as Myron. When Ryan and Myron entered junior high, they were also entering puberty. Together they jacked off, snuck in porn mags, and talked about fucking girls. Ryan took Myron down to the drug store and helped him buy his own condoms so he'd be ready for the occasion. The occasion seemed slow in coming however. They despaired they might be virgins forever. Finally, they heard about JulieAnn, a sophomore who could be had easily and they both had their first true sex with her behind the bleachers. Yes, Myron and Ryan did everything together back then. When Ryan didn't show up at school that fall after BCS, Myron missed him. He had no idea the kind hooker who was helping him disrobe was his old friend.

"Oh, Jack, you seem so tense. Let Reptilia help you relax." She massaged his poor tight shoulders and kissed his neck. She rubbed his pecs and told him how muscular he was. She guided him on to her bed where she took off his shoes and rubbed his feet. Then she helped him out of his jeans and jockeys. His cock was already rock hard so she thought it best not to give him a full blow job if he was going to have anything left for her cunt. "Would you like to take off my bra, Big Boy?" Myron fumbled with the unfamiliar garment but managed to unhook it. Then he petted those two soft tits as she cooed. He went to slip her thong off but she stopped him. "Why don't we leave that on," she whispered in her sultry voice. "It's sexier that way." He couldn't argue with that.

She got on her elbows and knees on the bed. This was the position JulieAnn had assumed that night behind the bleachers, so Angelina knew Myron would know what to do. He knelt behind her, pushed her thong to one side and pressed his raging hardon into her. Her anus swallowed him, and in less than a minute he released his boyjuice inside her. He collapsed back on her bed. She turned and licked his cock clean, then gave him a long loving kiss. When he started to get his strength back, she helped him dress, gave him another kiss, and led him to the door. "Thank you, that was the best sex I've ever had," she lied, but he bought it. He felt empowered.

He stepped out of the camper, looked back one last time at those lovely bare breasts and said, "Goodbye, Reptilia."

"Goodbye, Myron," the teenage shemale cooed, then closed the door.

The boy walked about ten feet away before he realized what she'd call him. "Huh? How the hell did she know my name?"

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