Sandy Part One

Things had always been different; remembrance of those halcyon days of childhood was bittersweet, slightly built and ever delicate, the boys teased openly but loved the presence in their makeshift camp hidden in the wastelands. Made to strip from the waist down, the soft body was displayed whilst made to oblige older and larger boys till their balls would spend no more; though humiliated, the figure stood, with tiny white cock erect and excited, wrist aching with the endless task of relieving the stiff members of newly virile adolescents. A day at the beach, round in a secluded cove changed Sandy’s life forever. Stripped naked and held down by two large boys, a third violated the soft milky cheeks of the submissive, pushing his stiff eager member into the tight pink haven, with no regard for the whimpering sissy; the other boys laughed as the third grunted with relief. The three departed leaving the crying violated figure on the sand, a fourth boy had watched from afar and gently picked the frightened wretch from the beach, covering the soft body with the warmth of a coat. The sudden extra warmth of a soft kiss startled the submissive and stopped the tears, creating another quandary as the two walked away; both opposing events would stay in the memory forever.

As the others developed pecs and biceps, Sandy remained soft and delicate; girls provided a welcome sanctuary from the hardening boys, a yearning to be with them and hide in their clothing became more than a distant fantasy. The girl inside developed, eclipsing the rudimentary semblance of a male exterior; Sandy’s path was set, the lush feel of silk panties drawn up freshly waxed feminine legs became the norm. Moving to districts where she was unknown, she basked in the adoring glances from men who could not know the inner secrets of this beautiful redheaded girl. Sandy’s sweet dilemma was in finding that contact with someone who would want her for what she was; how to make that breakthrough?