Chapter 5
The Heavenly Sisters rented a house in Little Rock, Arkansas, to prepare their act for the crusades. They were due to start working with Larry Caldwell on the stages of auditoriums and in football arenas and on television in four weeks.
And, during that time that they were preparing for their debut as religious personalities, they spent a lot of time at the minister's church, talking over details of their act with the musicians that the minister had hired to work with him. David was surprised and comforted to find that the musicians who worked with the minister were just like other musicians that they had worked with when they, were big in rock-and-roll. Whenever those musicians were around, the sweet smell of marijuana filled the air.
But David developed an interest in Andy Caldwell too.
He often saw the young man running from one office to another. He was not certain what Andy Caldwell really did there at the church, but it seemed that the young, blond man did next to nothing, that he spent most of his time hiding from people and trying to keep from looking at anyone when they passed him in the hallways of the big building.
And then one day David was wandering those hallways when he heard the minister himself yelling at the young, blond boy.
David turned a corner and saw the two of them standing there in the hallway. Larry Caldwell towered over his tiny son and he was screaming at him. David backed up and moved around the corner so that he would not be seen. But he listened to what the Preacher was saying.
"You killed your mother by being born! You know that! I have told you that a thousand times! You killed that sainted woman! And now you are nothing but a weakling! How do you ever expect to take over for me when the Lord calls me home?"
The young man did not answer. In fact, David did not hear the young man. say anything at all.
David glanced around the corner and saw the huge bulk of Larry Caldwell walking down the hallway in the opposite direction. And then David saw that young Andy was standing there with tears in his blue eyes. The father had made his young son cry like a child.
David suddenly hated the minister who had treated his son in such a brutal way.
David knew that Andy Caldwell was in an even worse condition than David was himself.
Libby treated David brutally sometimes and made him wear dresses and act like a woman, but she never accused her little brother of murdering anyone. David had heard the story from Libby. Jerry Caldwell's wife had died after giving birth to this boy, and the man obviously blamed his son for his own loneliness here on earth. But David wondered what right Larry Caldwell had to be lonely now, to be yelling at his son and saying all those brutal things. Now Libby went to his office every afternoon and sucked him and fucked him. The Preacher had a fine, old time with Libby. He probably did not even think that much about his dead wife any longer.
As Andy Caldwell stood there in the middle of the hallway and cried, David felt his heart go out to the young man.
And David knew that he would have to go to that little blond and comfort the kid.
David moved down the hallway quietly. He was right next to Andy before the boy even knew that he was there.
"He is an ogre," David hissed in his feminine voice. As usual, David was dressed that day as a woman, as Dani, the little sister of the singing act. He was wearing a black skirt and a ruffled, white blouse. He looked a little bit like a secretary in an insurance firm, he thought.
When Andy Caldwell heard David's voice, he jumped and backed up, but the young man in the dress reached out and touched Andy's thin shoulder.
"I want to help you," David said to Andy. "I am Dani. You remember me?"
The blond did not speak at all. He just nodded his head.
David looked into those eyes, those blue, tear-filled eyes, and he knew that he would have to do something to get revenge on Larry Caldwell. That man was even worse than Libby, and he deserved to be humiliated publicly for what he did to his own son.
"Can we go somewhere and talk?" David asked.
Andy said nothing. He was still frightened of this small and sexy woman that he saw in front of him.
The young man seemed frozen there in the hallway, frozen by fear because Dani was touching him.
"Let's go back to my house, Andy," David said. "I want to talk to you. I want to help you."
"But your sisters-" the young kid mumbled.
"Don't worry about them. Barbara and Libby are both gone this afternoon. They will not disturb us."
Barbara was out buying some stuff in downtown Little Rock, and David knew how his sister was when she went shopping. She spent the whole afternoon buying clothes and trying them on. She loved pretty clothes even more than David did.
And Libby was probably waiting for Larry Caldwell even at that moment, in the minister's office.
But David did not want to mention that to the young fellow.
He wanted to give the blond solace, not more hurt and pain.
"Let's go to my house," David said. "I will drive you there. I have a car here today. Let's go. Come on."
He put his arm around Andy's thin shoulders and he started to walk toward a door that would lead outside. David thought that Andy would feel better once they got outside. Those winding hallways seemed to trap everyone in them and make them captives of the Reverend Larry Caldwell.
Andy went along with the man who was dressed as a woman.
But the movements that Andy made were weak and slow, as if he were being taken prisoner.
Didn't he understand? David thought about that question. Didn't this kind understand that he was trying to help him, to free him from captivity.
David opened that door and walked out into the Little Rock sunshine with the little, blond guy. :
As they stood on the walkway beside the church, Andy turned and looked up at David.
It was then that David realized that to Andy, he was Dani, a female. He did not think that it was right for him to have his arm around Andy in that way. David pulled his arm away from the blond kid and then he looked into those blue eyes and he wondered if Andy had ever been alone with a girl before, if that was what was frightening Andy more than anything else.
David opened his mouth to try to put that thought into words, but another question came out.
"How old are you, Andy?"
"Eighteen," the young blond muttered in a soft and weak voice.
Eighteen, David thought. David was only nineteen himself.
He wanted to be Andy's friend. It had been a long time since he had had a male friend, he thought, a buddy. But then David remembered again that he was dressed as a girl, that Andy and everyone else around that church thought that he was a girl. Would it be possible for him to have a male friend and retain his feminine masquerade? He wondered.
And he remembered that Libby had been the one who had dressed him up like a girl in the first place.
Sure, David thought, he liked it in a way, but he hated his sister at that moment more than he had ever hated her before.
She had ruined so much for him when she had put him in panties and dresses, he thought.
But if he could help Andy, David reasoned, he might still gain a buddy, a pal. He knew that Andy would not try to rape him or anything. The blond, young man was too frightened to do something like that. David knew that, even as a girl, he was safe with this kid.
"Come on, Andy," the young man in the dress said. "Let's go to my place and have a talk."
When they were in the car, when they were headed for David's house, Andy spoke again in that soft and sweet voice of the truly defeated.
"He is not an ogre," the young man said softly.
"What?" David asked.
"My father is not an ogre. My mother died giving birth to me. He misses her a lot, and he had a plan for his life and his son's life too. I have to try to fit into that plan."
"What is his plan for your life?"
"I am to carry on the fight against communism and immorality when he is gone."
"Gone where?"
"When he is dead," Andy explained in a choking voice.
It was obvious to David that the young man did love his father, the man who had given him so much abuse, just as David loved Libby, his sister. It was strange, David thought. You always seem to love the one who hurts you the most.
David drove on, trying to figure out that concept of human relationships.
But there did not seem to be any answer for that strange phenomenon of love.
When they got the house that the sisters had rented for their stay in Little Rock, Andy just sat there in the car for a long time. David sat there with him and looked at the young blond.
"It is not right for me to go in there," Andy finally said.
"Why not?"
"There are things that you do not understand about me, Dani," Andy said.
David winced a little when the young man called him by that feminine name.
He would never have the chance to get a buddy, he thought if Andy kept thinking that he was a girl.
"I want to understand some things, Andy," David said, touching the young man's shoulder. "I want to understand just as much as I can. I want to be your friend."
"If you knew all the things that were true about me," Andy said softly, "you would think that I was a freak."
"No, I would not think that," David-Dani-assured the young man.
The blond turned and looked David in the eye. His voice was more firm when he said, "I am not a freak, Dani. I am what my father wants me to be. I cannot help it if I did not come out the way that he wanted at first. I cannot help it if I killed my mother so that she could not have any more children."
David did not know what the young man was talking about, but he looked at Andy and tried to communicate his friendship with that stare, that soft and sweet stare.
"There are things about me too, Andy," he said, "things that no one else knows except for my sisters. If you tell me your secrets, I will tell you mine. That way, we can be real friends. We will really know each other."
David had determined to do it without even thinking about the situation.
He was going to tell this young blond fellow that he was a guy too.
David was not sure how Andy-the son of a fundamentalist minister-would react to that news.
But David knew that that was a chance that he had to take.
Andy just looked at him for a second and then, slowly, the young blond started to smile.
"All right," Andy said softly. "All right. We will exchange deep secrets."
And David thought that he could sense it even then, the relief that had come into Andy's eyes now that the blond knew that he was going to get to share something with some other human being.
"Who goes first?" David asked.
Andy shrugged his shoulders and took a deep breath.
"I will," he said. "I will tell you my secret first."
"All right."
"But you promise that you will not think that I am a freak," Andy said, just to make sure.
"I promise," the dark-haired youth in the dress said. "I promise, Andy. I want to be your friend."
There was silence there in that car for just a few seconds.
David knew that Andy was working up his courage, his trust in another human being.
Andy had probably never trusted another person in all of his eighteen years, David thought.
The act of trusting would heal some of the wounds that the young blond carried with him. David was certain of that.
And then Andy opened his mouth and said it softly.
"I am not a guy at all, Dani."
There was more silence in that car as David tried to understand what the boy had said.
Could it possibly be true? Could David be sitting there with the opposite of himself, a girl who dressed as a boy?
"You are-" David muttered.
"I am a girl," Andy said. "My real name is Andrea. That is what is on my birth certificate, but my father raised me as a son because he wanted a son to take over when he died. He wanted a son so badly, and he told everyone else that I was his son, not his daughter. For a long time, I thought that I was a boy, and then, when I found out that I was a girl, I just sort of folded up inside. My father said that I was never supposed to reveal my true identity to anyone. Just my father and an old nurse who took care of me when I was young. They were the only ones that knew it."
David sat there in stunned silence for a moment.
He felt a glee inside of him. He knew that he and Andy-Andrea-had something very beautiful that they could share.
But, when he said nothing, the blonde girl panicked.
"I knew it!" she yelled. "I knew that you would think that I was a freak!"
And she started to cry, to weep out all of her anger and her loss.
David reached out and pulled Andrea to him and held her tight against his blouse.
"I don't think you are a freak, Andrea," he said, using her real name. "I am like you in so many ways."
She continued to cry until he said the name again.
"Andrea. Andrea. That is a very pretty name."
When he said that, the girl suddenly stopped crying. David realized that he was using his masculine voice then, the one that he rarely used any longer.
She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes.
"Say it again," she pleaded.
"What?"
"My name. My real name. Say it and let me know who I am."
David smiled.
"Andrea. Andrea. Andrea," he said. "That is a very pretty name."
And then David knew that it was her turn. He had to reveal his hidden secret too. He was almost anxious to do it.
"Andrea," he said softly, "I am a guy. My name is David."
The girl just sat there and looked at him. She touched the tie that she wore.
"You are joking with me," she said. "You are trying to make me think that I am some kind of fool."
"No," David assured her. "I am not joking. My name is David and I am a guy. My sisters needed a third girl for their singing act more than a year ago and they dressed me up and put me in the act with them. It was Libby's idea. She is very forceful. I could not stand up to her."
"You are a guy?" Andrea said softly.
David lifted up his black skirt and reached out and took Andrea's trembling hand. He put that hand on the bulge in his panties, his white, girlish panties.
When she felt that bulge, Andrea shivered. But she kept her hand there on the panties and soon she was smiling at David, smiling with warmth and love in her eyes.
And then David reached out and took the girl in his arms and pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly.
He was dressed as a girl, in a skirt and blouse and panties. She was dressed as a guy, in a black suit and white shirt and black tie. His hair was long and dark. Her hair was short and blonde. But, as they kissed, there was no question which one was the male and which one was the female. David tightened his hold on Andrea and she opened her soft lips to his tongue as they kissed.
When that kiss was over, Andrea pulled away from the young man in the dress and looked at him.
She whimpered a little bit and she moved her head to one side.
As he studied her, David thought that she looked just like a girl, a very pretty girl. He did not know why he had not suspected that before. Now that he knew that she was a female, it seemed that she could be nothing else, not with that soft look in her eyes and those soft and girlish moves that she made.
"Come into the house with me, Andrea," he said, reaching out and taking her hand.
"I had never even kissed a boy before today," she said softly.
But the tone of her voice told David that she meant to do more than just kiss him, that she wanted to fuck him too. David felt very proud. Andrea really did trust him, he thought, and he had more than a buddy. He had a girlish lover this afternoon. As he looked into the blonde's blue eyes, he knew that he felt a great love for her too. She was different from his sisters, and she was different from those other women from his past. Part of it was her softness and her tenderness and the way that she trusted him. But there was more to it than that, David thought. He looked at the girl in her boy's suit and he knew that he would never find another girl with which he could share so much, that he would never find another girl who would understand him as well as Andrea could.
Her father had made her a make-believe boy. His sister had made him a make-believe girl.
And something else, something more powerful, had made them for each other, David felt.
The two teen-agers got out of the car and walked, hand in hand, to the house.
When they were in the house, they went directly to David's bedroom. In that bedroom, David opened his two closets and revealed the two sides of his personality. One closet was filled with dresses and other girlish things. The other one was filled with jeans and regular shirts and things that guys wear.
She giggled as she glanced from one closet to another and then she took off her suit jacket.
When she loosened her tie and unbuttoned her collar, David reached out and touched the front of her white, starched shirt. She sighed when he did that, when he felt the sexy, little tits that she had kept hidden so long.
Andrea threw her head back and whimpered to David.
"I do want to fuck you, David. I do want to trust you, my love."
She had called him her love. David caught that and felt warm inside. He took his hands off her shirt and he stepped across the room. "Let's strip for each other at the same time," he said.
And Andrea nodded her head and grinned at him.
She started to unbutton her shirt and David started to unbutton his blouse.
When they were both naked from the waist up, they stopped and they looked at each other. David looked at Andrea's soft, little tits, and Andrea looked at David's firm, thin chest. They smiled at each other. Then they moved out of their shoes. Andrea opened her trousers and pushed them down as the same time that David pushed down his skirt and stepped out of it.
Then they stood and looked at each other. Andrea was wearing boxer shorts and David was wearing panties.
David wondered why they both did not start to giggle at the sight of each other. And then he thought that the love, the common love that they felt for each other, kept them from laughing.
You did not laugh, David remembered, when you were trusting another person with your deepest secret.
David ran his hand over the crotch of his panties, over that bulge that she had already touched.
Andrea moved her hand over the front of her boxer shorts, but she had no bulge at all.
Then she smiled and tilted her head and made a little joke.
"Sorry," she said, "I don't have what you have in your panties, David."
The young man in the panties chuckled warmly.
"That's okay," he said. "I don't have what you have in those boxer shorts either, Andrea."
And then the two young people moved to show each other just what they had.
Andrea put her fingers in the waist-band of her boxer shorts and David put his hands in the waistband of his panties and they pushed those garments down at the same time. They stepped out of them and they stood there naked and looked at each other.
Andrea had soft, blonde pussy hair growing above her sweet hole. David liked that. And he reached down and massaged his cock, pulling on it as Andrea slowly walked toward him.
She stood naked in front of him and looked up at him. She seemed so girlish now, he thought, and he felt very manly to be naked in the presence of this very feminine thing.
"Let me," she said softly. "I have never touched one before."
And David took his hand off his cock and Andrea put her soft fingers around it.
She massaged the cock with a slow and rhythmic motion of her hand and she glanced down at the tool.
"If I had had one of those," she said sadly, "my father would have been so much happier with me."
David did not want her to talk about her father and her sense of tragedy at being a girl.
He did not want Andrea to be sad with him now.
He touched her face and pulled it up so that she was looking again into his eyes.
He knew that he was still wearing a little make-up, but that did not make any difference. He felt like a man in her presence and he knew that Andrea was looking into his eyes and seeing the masculinity there too.
"I am very happy that you were born a girl, Andrea," the young man said.
And he lowered his face to hers and kissed her softly as she continued to play with his stiffening cock. When that kiss was over, she sighed and turned and looked at the bed.
"Have you ever fucked a girl before, David?" she asked.
"Yes," the young man said.
He did not think that he should tell her just how many he had fucked. That might intimidate her, he thought. And he would not tell her that he had fucked both of his sisters regularly for the past year. She might think that that was truly perverted.
And he did not want Andrea to think ill thoughts about him.
He just wanted her to know that she would be safe in his arms on this Little Rock afternoon.
She looked up into his eyes again and she spoke the words that were like music to David.
"Fuck me," she said. "Show me what it is like to be a real woman, David."
"I will, Andrea," he said.
She took her hand off his cock and the two of them held hands as they walked to the bed.
They moved onto that bed together and they lay there and looked at each other and smiled.
And then David pulled Andrea to him and they kissed passionately.
"Let yourself go, Andrea," the boy said after that kiss was over. "Just hold me and touch me and flow with it. It is the most natural thing in the world, really."
And that seemed to ease some of the blonde's tension. She did let herself go.
She ran her fingers up and down David's body and he watched those fingers and saw that she thrilled the muscles of his body, made him feel more manly than he had felt in a long time. He looked down on his flesh and he did not think of himself as a girl.
He was a man, all man, with Andrea touching him like this.
And they kissed and they lay on their sides and touched each other and they moved toward each other.
They flowed on that bed. They floated on their lust for each other.
Andrea was so soft, he thought. It had been a long time since he had felt a woman as soft as this little blonde. He thought that she was really even softer that Barbara, his weak sister.
And David remembered just how much he and this young woman really had in common and that made him feel warm.
He kissed her face tenderly and then he pushed her back on the bed and he started to work on her gently, started to thrill her and prepare her for the first fucking of her life.
He wanted to make that first fucking mean the world to that girl.
She had suffered so much from her father, David thought.
The young man wanted to repay her for all that suffering, all that pain that she had felt.
He understood that pain. He had felt some of the same kind of pain himself, but he knew in his heart that Libby had never been as cruel or as brutal with him as Andrea's The girl tensed her body and sighed again as David moved his mouth down to the top of her soft tits.
He used his tongue on that tender flesh there and the blonde put her fingers on his head and ran those fingers through his long hair.
"I love it, David," she said. "I love everything that you are doing to me. Do some more. Please, do some more to me, David. Make me feel like a real girl."
And David had every intention of doing just that, making her feel just like a real girl.
David moved down the bed and kissed one of Andrea's pink, sweet nipples. That nipple was bumpy with excitement. He licked the nipple and made it even more excited. The girl gasped when he licked her like that and tossed on the bed. She whimpered to him in joy.
"My pussy is flooding with juices, David," she said. "My cunt is filling up and I think that I am going to burst. Is this what it feels like to be a girl, David? This feels wonderful. Is this what it feels like to be a girl?"
David, who often dressed as a girl, did not really know for certain. But he suspected that that was just the way that a girl should feel when she was getting ready for her first fuck.
David looked up and caught Andrea's eye and smiled and nodded his head. Then he went back to licking and sucking on her nipple as she murmured to him.
"I love it, David. I really do. I love it. I love it. I love it."
As David sucked on that nipple, he moved his hand down her body and felt the sweet tension of lust there.
And then he moved his fingers between her legs as she spread those legs wide for him.
He touched the lips of Andrea's pussy and he did feel the warm wetness there. He thought that it was so wonderful that nature prepared a girl to fuck in this way. Her own juices were taking over. David dressed like a girl, but he knew that he did not have those juices. Nature was working on him in a different, a male way.
As he licked and sucked on her nipple and felt her wet pussy lips, he also felt his cock getting harder and harder and he knew that that was the way that nature had of telling him that he was really a male.
The panties that he wore made no difference. The dresses and the sexy outfits that Libby dressed him in made no difference. What did make a difference was that he had a cock and he could use that cock to show Andrea just how it felt to be a girl, a real girl.
David took his mouth off the nipple and moved down further on the little blonde's body.
He kissed and licked the soft and excited flesh of her stomach as she continued to rub his head and give voice to her feelings about the things that he was doing to her.
"I love it, David. I love it. This is what it really feels like to be a girl."
David stabbed her navel with his tongue and tasted the sweetness there.
She sighed with passion when he did that to her and jerked a little bit.
But she trusted him and his manliness. He knew that and that made him feel even more manly.
By then, the girl was covered with perspiration, the excited perspiration of first lust.
David licked up some of that wetness on her flesh and he found it tangy and sweet to his tongue.
Then he moved down even further on her body and he smelled that wonderful aroma that came from her twat.
David ran his tongue through the blonde hair above her cunt, pressing down hard so that she could feel that tongue movement within her body.
And Andrea sighed and tossed on the bed and spread her legs wide. She spoke to David.
"I love it. I know what it is like to be a girl now. I never want to be a boy again."
David thought about that as he licked her body. He looked up and saw the way that her arms were tossed back over her head. The hair under her arms was like soft down, he could see.
She did not want to be a boy any longer. She wanted to be a girl. David knew that he would have to help her keep her femininity. That would mean that he would have to challenge her father, and he wondered if he could do that. He had not even been able to challenge his own sister when she had forced him into girl's clothing.
But he moved between Andrea's outstretched legs and he knew that he would have to try to challenge her father.
He owed that much to Andrea for the good feelings that she was giving him at that moment and for everything that they had in common.
He felt his cock grow sturdy under him as he licked the warm juices from the lips of her pussy.
And he knew that he was ready to fuck and he knew that she was ready to fuck too.
When they started to fuck, David thought, there would be no mistaking which one was the male and which one was the female. He smiled up at Andrea and moved up on his knees between her legs.
She looked down and she saw the way that his prick jutted out from his body and her blue eyes got big.
"Does that hurt, David, to be swollen up like that?" she asked.
"No, Andrea," the young man said with a smile. "It feels great."
"I would not know," she muttered. "I was never a real boy, you know."
"I know," the young man said.
And then they just looked into each other's eyes.
"Are you going to fuck me now, David?" she asked.
"Yes, and I should warn you that it will hurt when I first go in. It always hurts the first time, but that is just part of being a girl. After the first bit of pain, it will be good."
The girl closed her eyes for a moment and tensed the muscles in her sweet, feminine face.
"All right, David," she said. "I am ready."
And the young man knew that she was ready. She was ready to take everything that he had to offer her.
David put his hands under her sweet, rounded, girlish ass, and he lifted her slightly.
He knew that it would hurt her when he first went into her and he decided that he would just do it quickly and forcefully, manfully.
That way the pain would be quick and sharp and then over with, he thought.
He put his cock at the lips of her pussy and trembled as he felt the warmth of that hole on his cockhead.
And then he shoved the thing into her like a battering ram, and Andrea squealed.
He felt the ripping inside of her and he knew that that was natural. He felt the new warmth of blood on his cock and he knew that that was natural too. Everything seemed to be natural to him now, now that he was with that girl who wanted to be nothing more than a girl, who did not want to be a boy at all.
He kept his cock buried deep inside of her and let the pain rush through her. When he felt her relax, David leaned forward and pulled her legs up. She moved them around his body and the real fucking, the solid and sweet fucking, started.
He was the male and she was the female. There could be no mistake about that, he thought.
And then Andrea opened her eyes and smiled up at him and David leaned down and kissed her quickly as he fucked her pussy.
"This feels great," she murmured. "I want to be a girl forever now. I never want to be a boy again."
David grinned and felt very proud of himself and he worked his cock in and out of her sweetness.
He knew that there would be trouble with her father. He knew that he would have to stand up to that man and tell him to treat his sweet daughter like a girl, not a boy.
But he thought that he could do it now, now that Andrea had fucked him and trusted him.
She had given him strength that he had never felt before and David could feel his chest expand with that masculine strength as he fucked her.
The little blonde sighed and rocked under him and David looked down on her and said it.
"I love you, Andrea. I want you with me forever."
She looked up and she did not speak. She did not have to say anything to him. The look in her soft, blue eyes told him that she would stay with him forever, forever and a day.
David continued to fuck her and he picked up speed and she started to move with him and fuck him back just like a girl should.
And the young man wondered if he still wanted to be a girl. He might still dress up in panties from time to time, he thought. There was nothing really wrong with that. But he was certain of one thing. He would not be his sisters' sister in public ever again.
Andrea's blue eyes had given him the strength that he needed. Now he knew that he would be able to stand up even to Libby.
And he fucked her and sighed and his voice rumbled out of his throat as he felt that manly glee.
"Oh, Andrea, your pussy is so tight and so wet and so sweet. I love your girlish cunt."
And Andrea answered him too, answered him as David felt his balls spasming with the eruption of come into that girl that he loved so much now.
"Oh, David," she said, "your cock is so hard and so strong and so manly. I love your manly cock."
And then David started to come. He gasped and thrust his cock back into her pussy and she yelped and tightened her legs around him. He knew that his warmth, his male warmth, was spreading inside of her.
And he could tell by the way that she was smiling as he came inside her that she loved his warmth and loved being a real girl now for the first time in her life.
After he had come, David pulled out of the girl's cunt and rolled over beside her and kissed her.
Then he held her close and she smiled at him and he smiled at her.
They were together like that when they heard the young woman's voice snarl at them.
"Well, who is this blonde bitch, David?"