A few weeks later...

After that, things pretty much went back to normal. The soreness in your body faded away in a couple of days, and after about a week or so, you hardly even thought about that weekend anymore. Whenever you and Richard saw each other, neither of brought the uncomfortable event up, and there were no transvestite rumors circulating around school. It was like it never happened.

A FEW WEEKS LATER...

After a pleasantly uneventful ride home from school, the bus drops you off in front of your house. As you check your mail box, you think idly about how lucky you are that you don’t have to walk a long way back and forth to the bus stop like some k… You notice an interestingly shaped packing envelope amidst the regular boring envelopes that fill the mailbox. You pull out the light brown envelope that feels like it’s lined with bubble wrap, and see that it’s addressed to “Kristy.” You freeze. There’s no name written in the return address, but it has to be Richard, playing a joke on you… You leave the rest of the mail in the box as you run to your house. As soon as you get the door unlocked and get through the door, you’re tearing the envelope open frantically to find a transparent CD case with a disc inside. A little note stuck to the front of it says:

Hey Kristy,

Here’s the DVD you asked for.
:)

-Sam

...What? You’re immediately at the TV, loading the mystery DVD into the player. You grab the remote, and plop down in the floor right in front of the TV. Soon, the title menu pops up with a picture of a hot red haired woman stretched out sensually on a bed as the background art, and a title banner that says, “Teenage Virgin Trannies 3.” Your jaw drops.

Somebody sent you (or sent “Kristy”) a DVD of Transsexual porn. Your mind races… does this mean that somebody from the party knows Kristy was actually a boy? Maybe not… maybe… maybe Kristy told this person that she was interested in Tranny porn? That’s possible… I guess. Yeah, it must have been something like that. The note did say that you ASKED for the DVD. But who is Sam? Is that a guy or a girl? You try to remember having a conversation about porn with someone at the party, but of course, you remember nothing from that night. As you ponder the situation, you unconsciously eye the subtle little bulge in the hot redhead’s panties, and it slowly dawns on you that the sultry vixen on screen is actually a guy. Your feel something in your groin swell a little as your index finger moves itself to the PLAY button on the DVD remote. You forget about trying to figure out who sent you this for a second and decide you might as well enjoy your gift. You anxiously press PLAY.

The title scrolls across the screen accompanied by some pulsing, vaguely electronic-sounding porn music. The opening credits roll, showing a brief video montage of each “Girl” showcasing her skills pleasuring different men. The first girl is kind of hot, dancing around a little in a short skirt for the camera, then smiling with a big dick in her mouth, then riding a guy’s dick in a reverse cowgirl position with her uncircumcised penis bouncing around as she hops up and down on the guy’s cock. Her little montage ends with her taking a cumshot on her face with her eyes closed. The second girl looks kind of like a guy with gaudy makeup and fake tits, but it looks like she gives a good blowjob and takes a serious pounding up her ass before jerking herself off and cumming on her own belly. The third girl is the redhead from the title menu, and she is absolutely gorgeous, completely feminine in every way except for the little package between her legs. Her montage consists of her stripping sensually, then passionately sucking and licking a man’s scrotum, then laying on her back in bed, gazing up into the camera while rubbing her natural-looking breasts with her legs in the air as a muscular man holds her ankles and fucks her. Finally, you see her on her knees, letting her sex partner jerk himself off into her mouth, shooting jizz onto her extended tongue. The fourth girl is you.

Your heart skips a beat as you see yourself on TV in a dress, sitting on an unfamiliar couch, looking incredibly drunk and smiling at the camera. Then there’s a guy sitting in that seat instead of you, and you’re kneeling in the floor between his legs, bobbing your head up and down in his lap. Then you’re up on the couch, turned around backwards. (with your knees in the seat and your hands on the back of the couch) Your face is an intense shade of red and you're moaning loudly through clenched teeth as you get fucked from behind. With you panties pulled half way down to your knees, you can see your flaccid penis and testicles swaying gently between your thighs in rhythm with the man fucking your ass. Your credit appears across the bottom of the screen, “KRISTY BALLS.” Well, at least that answers one question; you are now pretty sure that whoever sent this to Kristy knows that she’s a guy. Your montage ends with a close-up of you looking upwards with your mouth open, wagging your tongue back and forth as a man blows his wad all over your lips and tongue. Then the next girl’s montage comes on. You couldn’t be less interested in the next girl’s montage after what you’ve just seen.