"So what do you want to do?" Jessie asked. He felt a little uncomfortable being in the same room with such a pretty girl. He always thought of himself as the man but his nerves were getting the better of him.

"Well I think I should give you a makeover," Ashley replied as she pulled out her makeup box.

"A makeover? What do you mean?"

"Well you have to trust me ok? I want to have some fun with you."

"What's wrong?!?? What's wrong???!? What the hell is wrong with me??!!? Why am I dressed like this?!?? What...What the hell!!" Jessie frantically screamed as he noticed he was wearing a bra...He did manage to pull down the straps and get it off, only to be floored by what he saw...the visual site of two fleshy mounds protruding from his chest!

"Ouch! Try to be gentler," Jessie cried, although he found Scott's touch surprisingly comforting.

"Okay, I'm just rubbing your leg to see if I can lessen the pain. It looks like you may just get a small bruise from this," he replied as he caressed her nylon covered leg. Her soft skin coupled with the silky feeling of the pantyhose was enough to send Scott over the top. "Those pantyhose you have on must be bulletproof! They saved you from any broken bones," he joked.

Just then Jessie realized that this boy had found out that he was wearing pantyhose. What must Scott think of him? Oh crap! The pantyhose were not noticeable from afar but up close they were apparent... especially since Scott was touching them! How was he going to handle this? A boy wearing pantyhose??? What if Scott got the wrong impression that he was gay? Was Scott going to kick his ass or treat him like Jason did?

Chapter 2 Mistake at the Hospital

After a relatively light lunch, Tom asked to take Mima to feed the ducks. I agreed on the condition he wrap her up warmly, it was really cold, a raw penetrating cold. As he left I told him I was going to be busy for an hour or so, and winked at him. His face broke into a broad grin. Stella appeared, lagged to the gills, and went with them, carrying the remains of a stale loaf.

"Wow Jessie, you were such a brave girl! Your earrings look incredible too!"

"Thanks Ashley and I'm sorry for being such a cry baby."

"It's quite alright. First piercings are always rough. You were a brave girl!"

As Ashley paid for the earrings Jessie wandered out of the store in deep thought. Something wasn't right, but he just couldn't place his finger on it. What could it be? He was picking his brain trying to figure out where this deep rooted uncomfortableness came from, when suddenly... WHACK!

In Jessie's clouded head, he assumed that all these men who were looking him up and down were trying to size him up to kick his ass, since he was with such a pretty girl - a pretty girl they wanted for themselves.

"What are you talking about? I just want to chat with you a bit, if that's cool," the boy explained.

"Really? Yeah, that's cool. I'm surprised you aren't like the rest of the guys in here. They keep looking me up and down like they want to kick my ass or something," Jessie expressed.

"Well, I'm sure they want to do something to you, but you can rest assured that it's not kicking your ass. I apologize for my gender...men can be dogs a lot of the time. I'm Scott by the way."

You Must Give In Order To Receive
By Maggiethekitten

by Haiti

Chapter 5
Resistance Is Futile

"Now why don't the two of you hug and make-up?" Ashley added.

"No way! I'm not hugging a dude!" Jason adamantly refused.

"Jason, I think you are being silly...I said WHY DON"T YOU TWO HUG?" Ashley firmly asked her brother knowing that she had him under her thumb. She loved seeing him squirm as well.

Jason begrudgingly agreed along with Jessie. The two gave each other a quick hug and that was that. Jessie felt a strange tingle when Jason embraced him. He didn't realize how strong Jason was and found himself blushing a bit. Jason on the other hand could have sworn that his former best friend felt like he had breasts. He had hugged enough girls to cop a feel and was shocked to find that Jessie's body reminded him of a girl's.