I slept most of the hot day away as was normal for me. My mother left food and drink for me just inside my door. I woke up sometime in the early evening. I was wide awake and pulsating with anticipation. I hadn't recalled ever feeling anticipation before. I couldn't wait until the night came and I could slip away and back to the lake. I wondered if she truly meant it when she said she would come back. I tried to mentally remind myself that she might not come back. After all, I was a freak of nature. Surely she would think twice before coming near me again.
I woke up hard and needy. My cock jutted up from my crotch obscenely. For the first time I almost admired the look of it in the minimal light of my room. It had brought me so much pleasure the night before and it seemed to have impressed the doctor's wife. I didn't dare stroke it no matter how much I wanted to. I wasn't sure what stopped me, but after having shared that with her it seemed wrong to do it on my own. I wasn't thinking logically but that didn't matter. My thick nipples also begged to be touched but again I did not.
Instead I wandered into my private lavatory space my father had built for me and attempted to relieve myself. It was extremely difficult to urinate when rock hard. I managed and then set about washing myself. I wanted to be every bit as beautiful as the doctor's wife had made me feel. I used some of the soap my mother had left for me to wash my hair. Then I slowly and methodically worked my way down my body cleaning myself thoroughly. I looked in the mirror above the wash basin and saw a beautiful woman with large proud tits looking back at me. I tentatively smiled at myself in the mirror. I couldn't recall the last time I had smiled. Perhaps, today I could loath myself just a little bit less.
It was finally time to sneak away. My cock had finally gone phallic but still hung heavy between my thighs with my balls. I dug deep into my trunk and pulled out a long skirt I had taken from my mother's old clothing. I didn't know what made me want to do it, but I wanted to dress like a woman for the doctor's wife. My mother never missed the clothing I had taken from her since she had grown wider in her middle area and could no longer fit into it. It felt strange putting on a skirt and I still couldn't imagine what possessed me to do so. I guess I just wanted to be pretty for the doctor's wife.
I wore one of my own shirts, but chose one that was a bit more snug fitting. I didn't own anything to wear as a brasserie. I brushed my hair out until it was perfect and glossy. It fell straight to my lower back. It smelled nice when I swung it over my shoulder. I felt good as I left the house and prayed all the way there that the doctor's wife would stay true to her word. I made my way slowly down the bank to the little outcropping by the side of the lake. I didn't see her right away.
"Hello!" She called out softly. She was hidden at the edge of the trees. My heart tripped hard in my chest and my mouth suddenly felt filled with cotton. I waved but could not actually respond. I was also suddenly very hard again, and my skirt did nothing to hide it. I felt my face flush with heat.
We met halfway, and she quickly took my hand. She pulled me over toward the fallen tree log. "You look beautiful!" She declared looking at me in the moonlight.
She had placed a blanket in the sand for us and she told me to join her sitting on it. I did as she requested. Her hair was down tonight and she looked softer somehow. It looked to be a rich shade of chestnut brown. I couldn't be sure of her eye color but they were most likely a deep brown. She smelled nice. I found myself breathing a little faster with unbidden excitement.
"Did you wear a skirt to look pretty for me?" Her voice held no trace of unkindness or mocking.
"Yes." My voice sounded strained. My mouth was so dry.
Without even asking the doctor's wife reached into a bag at her side and brought out a bottle with water. She placed it to my lips and asked me to take some. I took a long drink of the water before she lowered it from my lips.
"What is your name?" I blurted.
"Sophia."
"Sophia." I repeated testing the sound of it in my own mouth. I liked it.
She smiled. "So what is your name?"
"Kai."
"That is a fine name, Kai."
We both fell into silence as Sophia stared at me. At first her scrutiny made me uncomfortable, but the longer we sat and she examined me so closely the more comfortable I became. She wasn't disgusted. In fact, I would almost venture to say she was quite enthralled. Without asking permission she grasped the material of my skirt and pulled it up to my waist. She fully exposed my still hard cock, but she didn't touch me there. She just looked, but even that I could almost feel.
My face heated as I watched some cream dribble from the end of my throbbing cock. I liked her looking at it. I watched her as she left my cock exposed and then took the bottom of my shirt. She began to lift it up off of my small figure so I raised my arms to help her removed it over my head. Now my big tits were also fully exposed. My big nipples hardened and pointed right at Sophia. A strangled little sound escaped from my throat before I could stifle it.
