Angelo returned to his room after the morning training session.
The girls had been shown a video on the proper cleansing of their female parts, as well as renewed education on the dangers of having sex, especially with multiple partners.
Maxine, the tall muscular girl, and Jo Marie, the chunky girl, spent much of the session giggling and making fun of the instruction.
It was apparent to Angelo that the two girls had become close. They cut up and laughed throughout the session and they sat next to each other so close, their thighs were touching. Angelo also noticed one of them was constantly touching the other, on a thigh or an arm or rubbing the side of the others face.
Maxine and Jo Marie, along with several other girls, acted as if the session was a bore. Angelo instead found it very interesting, and intriguing; quite informational even.
The room that they put Angelo in had once been a huge walk-in closet at the mansion, and a twin-sized bed was tucked in, under a high shelf. A small, square window let in light and was opened to allow a breeze. The room contained only the bed and a dresser and one plastic patio chair.
Despite its tiny cramped space, Angelo liked the room, perhaps because it was painted in light, airy colors, mainly pinks, light blues and yellow. There was one large picture, showing little girls in bright
costumes dancing around a maypole, each one holding onto a brightly colored ribbon.
He lay curled up on the bed, caressing one of his arms with his other hand, enjoying its slender, smooth softness. He loved how tender and girlish his body was, further confirming his need to be female.
Despite the warm friendliness of the place, Angelo had a gnawing fear. Many of the girls in the shelter scared him. Most of them appeared to be street-smart, tough and hardened.
He, on the other hand, despite his difficult life thus far, had been somewhat sheltered. He knew nothing about intercourse and love and he had been terribly shy throughout all of his schooling. He knew his physical weakness would make him easy prey for others looking for mischief. Indeed, he realized that probably most of the girls at the shelter could easily beat him up.
Maxine and Jo Marie scared him immensely. They were both big girls and appeared to have a nasty streak.
Earlier, sitting in the lounge with the other girls, Angelo had realized how terribly ill-equipped he was, to be in a city this big, without friends or family. Yet, he could hardly return home and face being removed and placed into another household or group home where he'd face bullying and teasing for his feminine ways.
Angelo lay there day-dreaming about how prettily his foster mother had dressed
him for their outing to the play and dinner when the door to his room opened suddenly. Angelo bolted upright in the bed and saw Maxine and Jo Marie burst into the room.
"There's the sweet little Angela," Maxine said sarcastically. "She's too pretty and tender to sleep in the dorm with the street trash."
"Yeah, the perfect little white angel gets special treatment. You know, she's probably not as innocent as she presents. To get this kind of special treatment, I bet she's screwing Melvin," suggested Jo Marie who's grossly fat body jiggled as she laughed.
"No definately not screwing him, not yet anyways. but she does have a pretty mouth and I bet, given the chance, she would love to get our sexy Melvin's BBC shoved in it," Maxine mused.
"I bet you're right, Maxie,"Â Jo Marie added.
Angelo pulled his knees to his chest and hugged then tightly as the conversation played out. He observed that Maxine was dressed in baggy boy's clothes, and her hair was cropped in almost a "high and tight" military style.
Suddenly Jo Marie jumped on the bed, knocking Angelo sideways. He threw his legs out to brace himself and keep from hitting the wall. Maxine ended up on top of him, pinning him down.
"Yeah," added Maxine, towering over the scene, her taught, mocca black skin rippling with muscle, making her look masculine, except for the rather small breasts that poked out of her black tank top. "She thinks she's high class, better than us, more deserving of Melvin than us low class trash."
Angelo was now pinned down under the huge pillow of fat that constituted Jo Marie. The girl was sweating profusely and a stale smell almost made Angelo want to gag as he tried to topple the big girl off of him. He found himself far too weak to move her.
Suddenly, he felt Jo Marie's large lips on his. He tried to cry out, but she kissed him hard, blocking any chance he might scream for help.
Now, Maxine was on the bed too, and the bed moved precariously as if it was about to collapse under the weight of the three of them.
"Let's see if your cherry's been popped," Maxine proposed.
"Get off her, Jo Marie. You'll suffocate her, piggy girl."
Jo Marie climbed off the bed, but she continued to hold on to Angelo, placing one hand on his narrow chest to hold him down and another on his mouth to prevent him from screaming. Maxine, in the meantime, had gotten his jeans off and was moving to remove his panties.
Angelo struggled, but to no avail.
"The girl's got no breasts at all," Jo Marie said. "Won't make much of a 'hoe like that."
Angelo desperately tried to keep his legs together to hide his penis, but Maxine's strength made that impossible, as she grabbed his panties at the top and began to pull them off. Angelo was powerless against the both of them and began crying, terrified at what was happening.
The panties came down, and Maxine stopped when she had got them to his knees. Angelo knew she had now seen his penis, which was in a soft state, and must have looked quite tiny to her. He could feel his scrotum being crushed between his legs as he held them tightly closed.
"Well, well, lookie here," Maxine said, slowly.
She grabbed this penis and pinched it hard, holding it between her thumb and one finger.
"Whoa, that's one big clit," she exclaimed. "WAIT! Oh! My! God! We've got ourselves a sissy here. A sissy with one tiny little dick. Ever seen anything so small?"
Jo Marie leaned-in to look, lifting her hand from his chest, but keeping a firm hand on his mouth, which was still enough to prevent him from rising or crying out.
"Oh my god, Maxine. She's a boy!"
"Well, not much of a boy, I'd say," Maxine replied, laughing.
"What should we do with her, err, him?" Jo Marie asked.
"We should try sucking on that thing, see if it works, but he's such a sissy, I doubt it'll do anything other than lay there, pathetically limp."
"I know, let's take that massive, black dildo we brought to pop her cherry with and use it in his ass. He wants to be a girl, we'll show him what it's like to get penetrated by a BBC. Ram it deep and stretch him wide."
"Okay, but not before I sucky - suck on this and try to get it up," Maxine purred, tugging on his penis.
"Me first," said Jo Marie, moving her fat hand off his mouth and grabbing his penis, which had stayed limp and was almost recessed into his crotch. Soon, both girls were fighting to be the first to put her lips on Angelo's withered penis.
Angelo took advantage of their distracted state and began to scream as loud as he could before Jo Marie quickly returned her hand over his mouth.
"What the fuck did you do that for, bitch," Maxine lashed out at Jo Marie in anger. "You s'posa be keeping her quiet! Now we gonna get caught."
Hearing a sound in the hall, Jo Marie released her hand and the two girls got up to run out of the room, only to be halted by a loud male voice.
"What are you doing in here?!?"
It was Melvin, and he was blocking the doorway to keep them from leaving.
Angelo was now sobbing noticeably, tears streaming down his face. He lay on his bed, his panties down about his knees, his penis all pink and reddened from being handled roughly.
Melvin could see clearly what had happened, and soon several other staffers joined them, but not before Melvin had Angelo pull up his panties and put his pants back on.
Maxine and Jo Marie were paraded off, and Karen entered the room. She closed the door and sat down on the bed next to Angelo.
"Are you okay? You had quite a scare, didn't you honey?" Karen ran her hand gently back and forth across Angelo's shoulders as he began sobbing again.
She stayed there for several minutes and assured Angelo that he would be safe since they were going to keep an eye on the room to make sure no one bothered him again.
"I'm going to have to make some phone calls," she said. "I'll be back soon."
"Karen. What's going to happen to me?"
"Darling, we don't know now. Everyone here will know you're a boy and we aren't going to be able to keep you here any longer."
She left the room, and Angelo's sobbing continued, with his pillow becoming wet with tears. His chest hurt from the pressure exerted by the heavy Jo Marie, and his penis was sore from being pinched and pulled so hard.
Angelo began to curse his pathetic state of being, whether it was his terrible physical weakness as a boy or his failure to have been born a genetic girl. He pulled his knees up against his flat chest and began to Rock back and forth as he continued to cry.
"I am a girl. I am a girl." He repeated over and over haltingly through his tears.