It Takes All Sorts
Part Four
Author's Note
Sorry that it's taken so long to post the next part of the story. I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to support Nifty with a donation if you enjoy the stories here.
His mother had cut his hair many times in the past, but this time felt different as he leaned back in the chair with his head over the basin letting her wash his hair in the warm water, her hands sliding through his hair with the shampoo and then conditioner.
Cecilia still wasn't sure about why she was doing this, but he seemed to be so happy that she had to give it a go. He had asked her many times to cut his hair in a more feminine style, but she had always put her foot down and kept the length and style as it was. A lot of clients had been asking for androgynous styles recently, and she had an idea for something which would look right on Kyle, but wouldn't be too outrageously feminine and be easy to style by himself.
She stood behind him, looking at his face in the mirror, and swallowed. There was no going back now. "Kyle, I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them. No peeking."
Kyle nodded, so excited he couldn't speak. He closed his eyes and felt his mother begin to cut. He still couldn't quite believe this was happening, but as he lay there with his eyes closed, he let his mind wander. All he could think about these days was Jack and the way she made him feel. He loved the way she looked at him, and how it felt to hold her hand. When they kissed, he felt a warmth permeate his entire body, as if an explosion had gone off inside him. Never in his life had he felt like this, and he hoped this would go on forever. Deep in his daydream, he lost track of the time but, finally, his mother whispered to him, "Kyle, you can open your eyes now."
Kyle opened his eyes and was blinded for a moment by the lights. He blinked a couple of times and the first thing he saw in the mirror was his mother smiling nervously and standing behind someone who he thought looked vaguely like her. It was a few seconds before it clicked that it was him. His mouth opened in a perfect O as he took in what his mother had done. His shoulder-length blonde hair, with its centre parting, had been transformed by his mother into something gloriously different. She had cut it short at the back and longer at the side and front as well as moving the parting to the side. Kyle opened and shut his mouth but nothing came out. He turned his head one way, then the other as he tried to take in what had happened. Cecilia tried to tell what Kyle was thinking but he was still staring at his reflection. She could stand it no longer and said, "Well, do you like it?"
He managed to break away from looking at himself and stared at his mum in the mirror. She saw tears welling at the corners of his eyes as he said. "Mum, I love it. It's perfect, thank you."
Cecilia felt tears pricking her eyes too as she saw the look of pure delight on his face. "I'm so happy you like it. It's called a pixie bob and I think it will be easy to keep in style, and I think it suits your face. I wanted to do something--"
"Mum, mum. Enough. Thank you, thank you, thank you. It's lovely."
He threw off the cape, stood up and hugged his mother. "Mum, Thank you and I love you."
"Love you too, Kyle."
They both sniffled as they hugged before Kyle went back to looking at himself in the mirror. Cecilia's heart almost burst to see him this happy.
"Come on, it's getting late. Let's go home and get a takeaway."
The next day was Saturday and Kyle did a shift in the salon, sweeping up and tidying everything at the stations. The girls in the salon went crazy when they saw him and he was surrounded by a bevvy of them telling him how cute he looked. He was floating on air for the rest of the day as he received compliment after compliment. His mother eventually gave him the afternoon off, as he was spending so much time looking at himself in the mirrors and not getting much work done.
Jack was coming round in the evening and his mother was off to see her sister's new grandchild. Kyle knew exactly what he was going to wear for Jack. His mother had taught him to sew, so he took an old pair of blue jeans that were now a little small for him, cut off the legs and made them into a pair of hot-pants shorts. Of course, they were tight, and he found he couldn't wear any underpants with them, he thought they made his bum and his legs look sexy as he swivelled in front of the mirror. He pulled on a white t-shirt, and thought it looked all right, but then had an idea and after a few attempts, he tied the front of the t-shirt into a bow as he had seen some girls do. It made the t-shirt tighter as well as showing a bit of midriff. He put on the white Keds he had badgered his mother to buy him over short white socks and giggled at what he thought Jack would make of it all.
He headed downstairs to the kitchen to find his mother stacking the dishwasher. Hearing him come in, she turned around and her eyes opened wide as she saw what he was wearing. Kyle didn't notice, as he was busy on his phone. Oh my, she thought, what have I done? Those shorts are almost indecent, she thought, although she could remember wearing a pair herself back in Sweden when she was young. She watched as he sat down, hooked one leg over the other and pushed a stray lock of hair behind one ear. Christ, she thought as her nose caught a scent, he's wearing my Chanel Coco Mademoiselle. She was about to tell him enough was enough and to leave her stuff alone when the doorbell rang.
"That will be Jack. I'll let him in." Kyle jumped up and skipped down the hallway before stopping to look at himself in the hall mirror. He was still getting used to his new haircut and turned his head sideways to check it was all looking good. He smiled and blew himself a kiss in the mirror before opening the front door.
Jack was watching a motorbike go by further down the road and turned back just as Kyle opened the door. She did a double-take, slid her sunglasses down her nose and whistled.
"Mmm, Kylie, you look hot. I love it. You smell nice too."
Kyle giggled. "Mum did it for me yesterday. Do you really like it?"
"Babe. Come here and I'll show you how much I like it."
She stepped forward and kissed Kyle on the lips, her tongue slipping through his lips. Kyle felt his knees turn to jelly as he allowed her to probe his mouth. Jack broke off the kiss and said, "That's just for openers."
Slightly breathless, Kyle looked down to see Jack was carrying a small bunch of flowers.
"Oh, are they for me?"
"No, they're for your mum."
"Oh." Kyle pulled a face.
A grin spread across Jack's face. "No need to get cranky, princess." She leaned forward and whispered, "I have something else for you."
"Really? What is it?"
"Later, babe. Trust me, you will love it. C'mon, let's go say hi to your mum."
Hand in hand, Kyle led Jack through to the kitchen where his mum was loading the dishwasher. Cecilia smiled to herself as she noticed Kyle slip his hand out of Jack's as they came through the door. She felt a flicker of guilt because she had watched the two of them on the video doorbell as they kissed on the doorstep. She still didn't know if she was doing the right thing, but she had never seen Kyle so happy. He had been so excited about his new hairstyle he couldn't stop looking in the mirror and behaving as if half a dozen birthdays had happened at once. He had insisted they take a selfie of the two of them, and it had come as a shock when she saw the resemblance between them. She also had to admit that he looked cute with his new hairstyle.
"Hi, Cecilia. I brought these for you." She held out the bunch of flowers.
"Oh, that's so nice of you, Jack. Thank you. Kyle, will you fetch a vase, please?"
"They're from our garden at home. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course, I don't mind. They're lovely. I hope your mum didn't mind you taking them."
Jack shook her head. "No, she wouldn't notice, anyway."
Cecilia caught the edge in Jack's voice and wondered what that was all about. Kyle returned with a vase and she finished arranging the flowers as her phone pinged to let her know the Uber was outside. Picking up her bag, she headed for the door. She half wondered if she should cancel her visit, but Kyle seemed so happy to be with Jack, who had arrived wearing a man's short-sleeved bowling shirt, jeans and Timberland boots. Despite what she looked like Cecilia thought her nice enough.
"Right, you two. I'm off to see my new grandnephew." God, she thought, just saying that made her feel old. Although Karlie, her sister's eldest daughter and the mother of the new baby, was only three years older than Kyle. Somehow, she thought, she wouldn't have to worry about grandchildren of her own anytime soon.
Kyle loved spending time with his female cousins, but he had other things on his mind this time. "Say hi to auntie Maja and the girls for me. Tell them I'll be over soon."
"I will. Thank you for the flowers, Jack. They're lovely. Oh, and mind you two don't get up to anything."
"MUMMMM!" Squealed Kyle as Jack covered up her smirk with a cough.
"OK. OK. I'm sorry. I'm off. Love you."
"Love you, too, mum."
Cecilia sighed as she walked to the front door. She would have to tell Maja, of course. There was nobody else she could talk to about Kyle, after all. Christ knows what she would say. A glass or two of Prosecco would help, no doubt.
Once he was sure his mother had left, Kyle grabbed Jack's hand and led her up the stairs to his bedroom. He had left just the bedside lights on and his Spotify playlist was playing softly in the background.
"Nice room," said Jack as she looked around. "It's very...um...sweet."
Kyle blushed and Jack laughed. "You look pretty when you blush."
"Shut up, will you." But he giggled as he said it. Jack sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Kyle down onto her lap. Wrapping his arms around her neck, they kissed, tongues fighting each other until Kyle let Jack slip past his lips, his heart beating fast and blood pounding in his ears. She unbuttoned her shirt before taking one of his hands and sliding it inside and onto her breast. Kyle gasped as his fingers touched bare skin and realised she wasn't wearing a bra. her nipple stiffened under his fingers and she moaned once before pushing him onto his back on the bed. Kneeling astride him, she pinned his arms back so he couldn't move.
Jack's shirt was open and he could see her breasts hanging a few inches above his face. He tried to move his arms but she kept them pinned down, and he realised just how much stronger she was than him. He realised with a start that he enjoyed the feeling of being on the bottom, being under her control. He squirmed but she easily held him down. Jack lowered her breasts until a nipple brushed his lips. He stuck out his tongue and gave the nipple a quick lick before giggling. She pushed the nipple against his lips once more and whispered, "Suck it, princess. Show me what you can do."
Uncertain of what she meant, Kyle licked the nipple again, and then sucked it with his lips. Jack sighed and he thought he must be doing all right.
"Harder, princess. Harder."
He did as he was told and suckled the nipple, making Jack moan this time. The nipple felt as hard as steel between his lips and without thinking he nipped it with his teeth. Jack squealed and sat up.
"Owww. You little monkey. That hurt."
Kyle giggled. "So, does that make me a monkey princess?"
Jack laughed but Kyle caught an odd look on her face.
"What is it? Are you mad at me?"
Jack bit her lip. "No, but will you do something for me?"
"Do what?"
"Tell me you won't get mad."
Kyle was puzzled. He couldn't think of anything Jack could do that might make him mad.
"What is it?"
"Promise you won't get mad."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "I promise. Now, what is it?"
Jack reached into the bag she had brought, pulled out something, and held whatever it was behind her back.
"Remember, you promised."
"OK. I promise. Now, what the fuck is it?"
"OK, potty mouth. Close your eyes and hold out your hands."
"What?"
"Please."
Kyle huffed his shoulders but did as Jack asked and closed his eyes. He held his hands out and felt something light and soft drop onto them.
"You can open your eyes now."
For the second time in two days, Kyle opened his eyes to a complete surprise. Laid across his hands were a pair of black lace knickers. Kyle stared at them for a second, then looked at Jack. "What are these? I mean, I know what they are, but why...?" Realisation dawned on Kyle, and his eyes opened wide. "Oh, they're for me?"
Jack nodded. "Remember, you promised you wouldn't get mad."
"I'm not mad, stupid. But are they really for me?"
"Will you wear them? I mean, for me."
"Are they yours?"
She shook her head. "Mine? No way. My mother's. She has tons of them." Seeing the look on Kyle's face, she added, "I mean, they're a new pair, she hasn't worn them."
Kyle looked down at the knickers in his hands and wondered what to do. It was just a bit of fun, surely? It wouldn't mean anything; just a naughty giggle between the two of them, right? He would wear them once and that would be it. No harm done. Nothing would change, would it?
He sighed and put his arms around Jack's neck and kissed her, pressing his body against hers. Kyle broke the kiss and coyly dropped his eyes, before looking back at Jack. "If you want me to, then, yes I will."
"I would love to see you wear them."
Kyle blushed as he realised what Jack meant. "Uh, you mean, like, now?"
Jack nodded and grinned like a wolf about to take a bite out of a lamb.
Kyle bounced off the bed and feeling shy, turned his back to Jack. He hesitated for a split second before undoing his shorts and pushing them down. Jack let out a soft whistle as she saw he was going commando. Thinking it was now or never, Kyle bent over and put one foot and then the other through the wispy piece of lace. His fingers shook as he slid the knickers up his calves, over his knees and thighs, and then around his waist.
A thrill ran through him as he felt the soft lace mould around him and he couldn't stop a sigh from escaping. Kyle could not believe how good the knickers felt. As he touched the lace, a tingle began at his fingertips and ran throughout his whole body, making him close his eyes in pleasure. He swore to himself that this wouldn't be the last time he would wear these because he wanted this feeling to go on forever.
His reverie was interrupted by a moan from Jack and Kyle glanced over his shoulder to see her staring wide-eyed at him. He turned to face Jack instinctively covering his groin with his hands.
"You look beautiful, babe," Jack whispered as she put her arms around Kyle and drew him into a long kiss. He felt his knees turn to jelly as Jack pushed his hands away from his groin and he stiffened as her fingers stroked him through the lace. Jack slid one hand up beneath his t-shirt to find a nipple and the other continued stroking him. A tidal wave of pleasure from Jack's fingers surged through Kyle overwhelming him and he felt he was about to faint.
Jack shrugged off her shirt and it fell to the floor. As Kyle pulled his t-shirt over his head, Jack slid down her jeans to reveal a pair of white boxer shorts and Kyle's heart nearly stopped. She stepped close to him and pulled his head onto her breast. Kyle opened his lips and sucked on the nipple, feeling it harden immediately.
"Good girl, Kylie," he heard her mutter above him. She moved her hands to his shoulders and pushed firmly down. Kyle resisted for a second but then dropped to his knees and looked up at her, wondering what was about to happen.
Jack looked down at him. "Remember last time, princess?"
He nodded. He was never going to forget what happened to him the last time they were together.
"You remember I said you would have to return the favour?"
He nodded, unable to speak.
"Well, now's the time, princess. Take off my boxers."
With trembling fingers, Kyle gently tugged on the waistband and tugged them downwards to reveal a bush of dark curly hair hiding her sex. Kyle's face was level with her groin and he caught a whiff of something musky and warm. He put his nose closer to her and inhaled, and felt himself stiffen in response. Jack kicked her boxers away and, placing her hands behind his head, pushed Kyle's face into her groin. He almost fainted as his face touched her pubic hair.
"Use your tongue, princess."
Kyle had no real idea what to do, but he poked out his tongue and jumped when it touched her. Jack increased the pressure on his head pushing his tongue deeper into the folds of her vagina and Kyle tasted the slippery wetness of her arousal. He tried to remember his sex-ed lessons from Biology class but his mind was a whirl of endorphin-fuelled excitement.
"Lick me with your tongue, Kylie."
Just as Kyle began to lick the ringtone from Kyle's phone made them both jump.
"Shit, shit, shit," Jack shouted as Kyle searched for his phone, finally finding it on the floor beside the bed.
"Kyle, it's me, mum. I'm about ten minutes away. See you soon."
"Er, OK, mum. Thanks for letting me know. See you then."
"Mum's ten minutes away. Get dressed, quick."
They scrambled around to find their clothes and get them on, Kyle almost falling over as he pulled his shorts over the knickers. They heard the key in the front door, they finished dressing and went downstairs.
"Hi, mum. How's the new baby?"
"Oh, she's lovely. Maja and the girls say hi, and they want to see you soon. Are you two OK?"
"Fine thanks. We just listened to music and chilled."
Cecilia wondered if that was all they had done, but she knew better than to ask.
Jack pecked Kyle on the cheek and said, "I'm off now, I'll see you at school on Monday, Kyle."
They walked to the front door where they kissed more passionately, and Jack whispered, "Don't forget to wear my present on Monday."
Kyle returned to the kitchen where his mother was sitting with a glass of wine, his face beetroot red from Jack's parting comment.
"You OK?" asked his mum.
"I'm just a bit tired, mum. I think I'll go to bed. G'night. See you tomorrow."
Cecilia watched Kyle disappear and sat for a while with her wine, a smile on her face at what she had planned with Maja earlier that evening over a bottle of Prosecco.
Kyle undressed but kept the knickers on as they made him feel good, and lay awake for a long time, trying to make sense of the events of the evening. His phone pinged with a new message and, thinking it was from Jack, he opened it and almost dropped the phone as he saw the picture.
It was a large and fully erect penis.