Lee-Ann sat on the edge of the chaise longue by the pool. She shivered as her boyfriend gently bounced her breasts in each hand. Licking her lips, she unfastened his belt and undid his chinos. As she pulled them down his manhood, stiff and purple, stuck out at her. Her mother had reassured her that despite the massive girth of a satyr's normal cock, it would fit inside her and feel wonderful.
"Every time your father has me I am amazed," she'd said, "But that's just how we are, dear. Don't worry."
Golly, what a thing to lose your virginity to!
*****
Two months previously the girl had regarded her reflection. Years of sport had given Lee-Ann abs the boys envied and a lithe, slim figure. A dense caramel thatch curled at her groin echoing the mass of ringlets on her head that was, she glowered at the thought, just like the stuff she was forever shaving off her legs. It was possible, she thought, that she inherited it from her almost oppressively masculine father because her mother's toilette had no razor and the woman never seemed to wax, either. However there was another explanation, one that would also explain the older woman's spectacular figure. Lee-Ann had been wondering about this for some time but today she was going to bite the bullet and ask. Time to get dressed and go downstairs.
"Mom, Are—can I ask you a really personal question?"
"Sure, honey," Amelia Corbett put down the romance novel she had been chuckling over, "you can always ask. That doesn't mean you'll get an answer."
Oh great! She's in one of those moods again; ready to play cat-and-mouse with me. But I'm still gonna ask!
"Mom, are—are you a nymph?"
Amelia responded with a reassuring smile. "I am. And before you ask, yes your father is a satyr. We were transformed back at Lindsey College when all of this first got started."
"But I'm a basic."
"Only for a little while longer, dear. You were always the family jock and that much physical exercise delayed puberty for you. Of course, now that you're all caught up and physically mature it won't be too long before you change."
"Well, not if I stay a virgin."
"Oh no, Lee-Ann. Only the first generation had to have sex to be transformed. You carried the flukes from birth. They just haven't activated, yet. I expect them to, any month now."
The girl goggled. "You mean I'll—I'll get as smooth as you are and have a real figure?"
Amelia looked annoyed. "Young lady, there is nothing wrong with your figure. Some women are slender and some of us are—more luxuriant. However, you probably will gain a bra size or two. Relax; it will happen in its own good time."
"Mom, Mitzi Forsyth says that nymphs are placidly compliant but basics hook up. She wants to stay basic so she has more control."
"Mitzi would say that, a simple-minded explanation from a simple-minded child. I used to be in the 'hook-up' culture, Lee-Ann, and I can tell you it is
not
satisfying. The sex is not very good and more than anything else it's about girls competing with each other for a bunch of boys who are, to be blunt, mostly losers. Not that it matters. Given Mitzi's fondness for loud, raucous parties, if she starts hooking up she'll be one of us before the summer is out. I don't think she realizes just how uncommon true basics are these days. Give the planet two more generations and there won't be any at all outside of the Amazon rain forest or possibly the Congo. Everyone else will have been mythologized. Sometimes I wonder how this is all playing out in the Middle East . . ."
Lee-Ann poured two cups of coffee out, handed one to her mother and sat on the couch with the other. "Gary Abbott asked me to the prom. If I start to transform very soon the dress won't fit. But if I wait too long to get a dress, there won't be any left! Is there any way I can either delay it or speed it up?"
"Probably not. I mean, if you were a basic I would say get laid by a satyr and in a month you'd be ready . . ."
"Mom!"
"Well? You did ask."
"That's not what I meant. What am I supposed to tell Gary? That I'd love to go to the prom with him but possibly before June I'll turn into a voluptuous siren that will be glad to have sex with him but can't go to the prom because my dress won't fit? This is serious!"
Ms. Corbett kept a deliberately straight face. If someone offered her immortality but insisted that she stay a teenager the whole time she would just drive off a cliff and be done with it. "Dear, let's go shopping. I'm sure that somewhere out there we can find you a dress in sparkly knit. We'll look for something that will stretch enough to accommodate your new amplitude if it happens before the prom."
****
The day after the prom Lee-Ann yawned her way down the stairs for the breakfast that everyone else was calling lunch.
"Good morning, honey," her father rumbled, "Did you and Gary have a good time?"
The girl grinned mischievously. "Yeah, except that I wore him out on the dance floor, his tux shoes gave him blisters at the prom, he slipped and banged his knee at the sock hop and we had to skip breakfast because he was afraid that if he stayed awake any longer he'd run the car off the road."
Her father laughed uproariously, drained his coffee cup and banged out the back door. The vegetable garden was running rampant and needed some heavy weeding and pruning. In another week or so it would be time to start cleaning the canning kettle and all the Ball jars.
Amelia looked at her daughter through half-closed eyes. "You only wore him out on the dance floor?"
"
Mo
-ther! Gary is a perfect gentleman—except for when he squeezed my butt as he kissed me good-night. I pointedly ignored that."
"But?"
"What do you mean, but?"
"Don't give me that, young lady. He squeezed your ass and you pointedly ignored it—but . . ."
"But—well—I got this tingly feeling? I mean, down there? And my knees almost gave way? I mean, he wasn't even French kissing me!"
"Mm-hmm! Right on time. It looks like your body held off just long enough to fit into that dress. Tell me, is Gary's beard starting to thicken up? Did his hands look a little hairier than usual?"
"I didn't—well, maybe I did notice. Is Gary going to transform, too?"
"I should think so, given his parents. Tell me when you go all smooth and we'll know when to throw a coming out party for the both of you."
"A coming out party? As in, 'Hello everyone, I'm a nymph now. Who wants to get laid?'"
"Don't be sarcastic. A coming out party as in welcome to adulthood, kiddies, now you can play with the big people."
*****
Lee-Ann and Gary sat on a bench at the local mall talking about nothing in particular, just keeping company. But she did sneak surreptitious looks at the back of his hands and just as her mother guessed, the hair was getting thicker, darker and was beginning to grow on his second knuckles. She remembered the porn film one of her friends had sneaked into one of their stay-over parties at Mitzi's. It showed a satyr and a nymph cavorting outdoors and though the nymph had a gravity defying bust line, the girls had concentrated their attention and raucous comments for the satyr. The nymph had been barely able to get his cock into her mouth and was completely unable to touch her fingers to her thumb around it. And his balls! It was rumored that the gonads on an average satyr weighed between two and three times what basic humans' did. The idea of such potency silenced the usually giggly crew.
"Boy," murmured Mitzi, "if you're having a hard time getting pregnant, he'd sure be the solution."
And soon her funny, clumsy geek of a boyfriend would be hung like that. The idea was daunting as was the probability that nearly any man she met might be and if he wasn't and she took him to bed, in a month he would be.
May as well stick with Gary, I guess. But that first time is going to be hard. And Mom is planning a Coming-Out Party for us. Why does the idea make me really, really nervous?
The following Saturday, showering after track practice, Lee-Ann tossed her towel over her shoulder and headed back to her locker. As she passed Mitzi, who was putting on knock-around sneakers, her friend looked up. "Whoa, Lee-Ann, a full Brazilian?"
Lee-Ann looked down to see that her body was completely smooth. Recovering quickly she answered, "Uh, yeah. I was just going to do my legs for the prom but they were having a sale and you know how that goes . . . "
"And now that the proms are all done, I'll bet the sale is done, too. Just my luck, yanno?"
They girl-talked until Mitzi was ready to leave, then said good-by. Lee-Ann dressed thoughtfully.
"Tell me when you go all smooth and we'll know when to throw a coming out party for the both of you,"
her mother had said.
Well, I'm all smooth. I guess I'd better tell Mom but I'm going to have to get some more details before I agree to any 'Coming-Out Party'!
****
That evening she broke the news to her mother as they loaded the dishwasher together.
"Today?" Amelia was pleased, "Excellent. Let's see—your bras will start getting uncomfortable in two weeks and then again two weeks after that so there really isn't any reason to bother replacing them. Just do without."
"Mom," Lee-Ann looked at her mother sternly, "I run around in tee-shirts and shorts all summer. You want me to go bra-less? And bounce all over the place?"
"Why not? Your bras don't do anything but hide your nipples, anyway. It isn't like you need any support, not at your age. And you won't for some years to come, either. If 'the girls' attract the men's attention—so much the better."
Lee-Ann was floored. Amelia had always been totally open with her children but this seemed a little over the top, even for her. "Mother, what is with you, lately? Do you want me to start having a lot of sex or . . .?"
Amelia poured detergent into the machine, closed the door and turned it on. Then she turned to her daughter and crossed her arms. "Young lady, I already told you that when I got to Lindsey College I plunged into the hook-up culture. It almost got me flunked out! The following fall I was more careful but by then people were starting to transform in to mythics. The guys I knew from the previous year were sporting beards and body hair like bears. The chicks all had boobs to next week and skin like silk. It seemed weird.
Then I went to the first party of the year. It was at one of the faculty member's home and everyone was out in the back, around the pool, drinking and talking. I'd had a beer or two on an empty stomach and was getting just a bit buzzed when this upperclassman sat down next to me and started chatting me up. Looking back, I now realize that he had worked up a good charge of pheromones and was breathing them at me. All I remember at the time was that he was really, really hot and when he put his arm around me, I shivered. He helped me up and walked me around behind the pool house, gave me a kiss that straightened my hair, undid my bikini and gave me the best fucking I'd ever had. A month later I was a nymph just like you will be.
It doesn't matter whether or not I
want
you to have a lot of sex. You're going to. That's what nymphs do—get laid. I have sex with Daddy every night and with two or three other men in any given week. That's my life."
"Mom, at this party—do I have to have sex with Gary?"
"No."
"Do I have to have sex with
anybody
?"
"No."
