Epilog: Whatever Happened to the Boi Cunts?

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Unlike the other ten-year old at BCS (chubby Jared), Dominick was skinny. That spring, he'd gone through a growth spurt and was practically all bones, except for some reason he did have a bubble butt. He had a closeknit group of friends who all liked to roughhouse. They wrestled in their back yards, attempted tricks on their skate boards that were too risky, and punched each other with the least provocation. They called themselves the Jackasses and often imitated the TV show's stunts. They wore their scrapes and bruises and the occasional broken bone as badges of honor. Dominick's buddies often used the swiss army knife his grandpa had given him to play mumbly peg even after it went through more than one boy's foot.

At ten, Dominick was the youngest member of this "gang." The oldest, Warren, was fifteen with the others filling in the gap. They liked Dominick's bravado. He never backed down from a dare. When they weren't trying to kill each other, they hung around outside his Dad's pizzeria, smoking and torturing all the females that passed by with cat calls and crude remarks. "Hey, Sister," Warren would taunt, "Wouldn't you like a piece of this?" Then he'd grab his package. The other guys, including Dominick, would follow suit and wag their manhoods at their victim. Dominick listened to the older boys' braggadocio about their female conquests and wondered what it would be like to fuck a girl.

When he wasn't tossing a pizza, Dominick's father would look outside at his son and the friends he'd chosen and shake his head. At least, he thought, they weren't into drugs or firearms.

Still the boy's antics worried his parents sick. They pictured him riding off a cliff on his bike, diving into shallow water and cracking his head open, blowing his hand off with some fireworks, or taking a blow to the head and winding up a vegetable for life. Why couldn't he be more like his sister, two years older and as quiet and subdued as they come? Lillian read books, played with dolls, and avoided any activity that might rumple her clothes. Girls were much easier to deal with and that was their motivation in sending Dominick away to become one. They even bought him new clothes for the experience,--brand new jeans, t shirt, sneakers, even a new belt and new camouflage-print boxers.

Well, he did indeed become a girl. And Evelyn was as truly feminine as her sister. She also had dolls and beautiful clothes. She even began to read, though only lingerie catalogs and romance novels.

But Evelyn was not another Lillian; the two sisters were as different as night and day. While Lillian's wardrobe was refined and proper, Evelyn preferred the provocative and flashy. Lillian was chaste and expected to be a virgin on her wedding day, but Alejandro had popped Evelyn's cherry the very first night at BCS, and her boi cunt hungered for cock. Not only that, she preferred her fucks rough. She appreciated men who knew how to pound an ass and give no mercy.

At home, her father condescended to fuck her a couple times when she insisted, but his style was much too tame for her. However, she knew where to find the rough sex she craved. So four days after her return, she put on lipstick and eye shadow, wore her shortest miniskirt, tied the ends of her blouse under her bra to show off her navel, donned her heels and walked down to the pizzeria. Sure enough, when the Jackasses saw her coming, Warren yelled, "Would you like a piece of this, Sister?" and the other guys laughed and rubbed their crotches.

Evelyn answered, "You're fuckin right I want it."

Suddenly the jeers and wolf whistles stopped. They recognized her voice. They circled around her. "Dominick, is that you?" asked thirteen-year old Wyeth.

Evelyn grabbed his nuts and squeezed. "Listen up, Dickhead. My name is Evelyn. Any of you turds call me Dominick again, I'll rip your fuckin balls off." She released her grip and Wyeth tried to soothe his testicles. "Now, Warren, let's see if that bat you got swinging between your legs can really make a lady scream like you claim."

She led the jackasses into the pizzeria and said hi to her dad, who noticed Warren already had his dick out and hoped the couple sitting in booth #4 hadn't seen it. For once, he was glad business was slow.

The entourage walked back to the storeroom, and Evelyn got down on her hands and knees and started to slurp Warren's throbbing meat. The other Jackasses circled around them and soon she felt their probing hands. Someone was touching her lacy bra. She was still flat but after a month on the pills, her nipples had gotten sensitive and the probing fingers excited her. Someone else lifted her skirt up and began rubbing her butt. Her silent prayer was answered when he started slapping her hard. Then she felt her thong pulled down to her knees and a dry rough finger was pushing into her hole. By now, she knew Warren was ready. From all those men she'd serviced at BCS, she'd learned just when to stop sucking so they wouldn't lose their cum before she got it in her cunt. She got up, kicked off her thong but not her heels, and lay back on a pile of cartons filled with cans of tomato sauce. She held up her knees and told Wyeth to spit on her hole. Then she looked at Warren, her eyes begging him to do her. He leaned in, pressed his cockhead on her anus and pushed hard. She screamed when he got inside. When he started pistoning, she wrapped her waxed legs around his waist. Two boys held her down as Warren put more ferocity into his strokes. She kept crying, "Fuck me harder, you bastard! Rip my hole open." As the strokes got stronger, her voice got louder. When she screamed, "Fuck me! Damnit!" the couple in booth #4 got up and left.

Warren let loose his splooge and pulled out. The other lads all had raging hardons now and seeing her gaping oozing hole, immediately took turns plugging it up, even the young guys who had no cream to add.

The Jackasses zipped up and went back outside to try to wrap their heads around what just happened. Evelyn stood up, pulled up her thong, gave her outfit a cursory straightening and then went in to the front beside her father. She hiked her skirt to show him her reddened ass, hand prints and drying cum still visible. "You see, Daddy? That's how a bitch needs to get fucked."

Fortunately for her father, the sexual encounters after that did not take place in his store room. At any time of day, a Jackass or two might come waltzing into his house and go up the stairs two at a time to Evelyn's bedroom to get their rocks off. Evelyn didn't charge them since they were practically family to her. However, when word spread about the new whore in town, she charged the other teens who showed up. Of course, Lillian's bedroom was right across the hall and now she had to put up with all these horny adolescents hanging about (and their dicks hanging about), taunting her to play like her sister.

Evelyn wrote to Alejandro to ask if she could get the swiss army knife back. It was the only thing she had to remember her grandfather. Alejandro never wrote back. He was using the knife to clip and clean his nails, open mail, cut rope, skin squirrels, pick his teeth, and various and sundry other chores. Evelyn's grandmother felt sorry that her new granddaughter had lost this memento from her husband. At Christmas, there was a special gift marked To Evelyn From Nana. The attached note said, "I wanted you to have something to remember your Grandpa. He gave me this fifty years ago when we were still dating. Now I want you to have it." Evelyn opened it and saw a white jewelry box in wonderful condition for an antique. The two drawers were decorated with pink roses and ribbons. The lid had an illustration of two pink toe shoes. When she lifted the lid, a ballerina began to spin around on one toe as a music box played "The Waltz of the Flowers." What made this jewelry box all the more special for the ten-year old shemale was that Lillian was jealous she didn't get it.

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