Francis to Frances

She took a candle, a tapered spiral ribbed candle, a red candle around eight inches long and a couple inches round and shoved it hard up my ass hole, I screamed.

"Good girl," Mrs Baxter said, "Now here you are, special girl panties."

She found them behind the Altar, latex rubber with a hole for my cock but five little straps to hold him erect and tight against my belly.

"Pull them on Frances, practical do you see," the pastor said, "Wash and dry in no time at all,"

"Look,!" I protested, "I'm not gay!"

"To be sure you aren't," he replied, "You're a normal healthy girl."

"She's very flat chested," May observed.

"Ah," the Pastor agreed, "I'll give Dr Letterman a call."

"Auntie, I don't like it!" I protested, but the Pastor had phoned his friend and we were to go across town to his clinic.

I was relieved, at least I could explain my situation, or so I thought.

Mrs Baxter drove us in her Ford wagon, the journey was torture with eight inches of candle up my ass driving me wild and my cock rock hard as every jolt made me gasp.

Dr Letterman greeted me, "You're Frances, you're the special girl?" he asked.

"No, I'm a regular guy," I explained.

"Luther, what did I tell you?" Letterman asked, "Do you still get erections?" he asked.

"I have one now, I've eight inches of candle up my ass," I explained, "I'm a guy, they just tricked me," I insisted.

"I think you may have a split personality from what the Pastor told me," Letterman said, "come through to the back office a moment."

Stupidly I followed, "Sit down," he said pointing to a chair, "Have you had a HiV test recently?" he asked.

"No," I said, "I mean yes!"

"I'll do a blood test just in case," he said and he fetched his bag with syringes and needles, "Roll up your sleeve," he said, "Just a slight prick, look away." he said and there was a slight nprick and everything went dark.