Only Boy Chapter 1, a south park fanfic

Note: Expend gender-swapping and main characters now 18.

Chapter 1: Men's Hunting Week

Kyle slept soundly in his bed, relishing the previous day. He had gotten into a fight with Cartman, as usual. However, since entering his teens, Kyle noticed his defenders. Wendy, Stacey, Jenny, Bebe, and Marjorine came to his defense during said argument. Kyle had to admit, something was amusing and even arousing about Cartman cowering in front of five women.

There was a reason these girls so protected Kyle. Kyle Brofloski was one of the few boys in South Park, Colorado. The only other boys in his class were Eric Cartman (whom everyone hated), Craig Tucker, and Tweek Tweak (both gay). In fact, for some odd reason, Kyle was one of the few boys in town.

This was both negative and positive. Negative because it made it difficult to make many male friends, although Craig and Tweek would often hang out with him. He earned suspicious glances from many of the dads.

Positively, he usually got the attention of many of the town's female population. Most of the girls, including his best friends, Stacey Marsh and Jenny McCormick, were very fond of the redhead. They always offered to study with him, walked with him, and would light up whenever he appeared. Even the moms enjoyed his company. Stacey's mom, Sharon, would always hug him tightly whenever she saw him, and he would hide his blush when he was smothered into her admittedly large breasts.

"Kyle, bubbie, we need to talk to you," his mother called up.

This woke him up right away. Although, judging by the tone, she did not appear mad or demanding. Getting dressed, he walked downstairs to see suitcases at the bottom stairs. The suitcases were split, the two on one side were for his father, Gerald, and the four other suitcases on the other side were for his mother and brother, Sheila and Ike.

Oh, yeah, I cannot believe I forgot, Kyle thought. A smile crept on his face. This week, his father and some of the other men in the town are going on a hunting trip for the week in the Colorado mountains. Kyle knew most of the dads of the kids in his class were going, as well as, oddly enough, Cartman decided to tag along, wanting to get out of school for a week.

Of course, his father was joining them, which would have left him, his brother, and his mother alone. However, Ike's piano competition in Nebraska this week meant Kyle was home alone for a week. It did take a lot of convincing, but his parents finally relented, and he was allowed to stay alone for an entire week.

Although, he admittingly had no plans. No party, not even visitings, just a lovely relaxing week alone. It was a Friday, so Kyle had school. His family was leaving at noon, so Kyle kissed them goodbye and left for school. As he was walking, two familiar voices appeared behind him.

"Hey, Kyle," Stacey said happily.

"Morning," said Jenny.

"Morning, girls," said Kyle happily.

Both girls were smiling at him, and he had to admit, they were both beautiful. Stacey Marsh had long raven black hair, covered in a puffball hat, while Jenny McCormick had dark blonde hair. Most of their bodies were usually covered in a coat or, in Jenny's case, a parka, but when their coats were, Kyle could not help but notice how developed they would become. They were both tomboyish, with Jenny having two bandaids on her pretty face.

"Did you hear the good news," beamed Jenny?

"Yeah," replied Kyle.

"Fatass is gone for an entire week. A week of no Stacey's a closeted lesbian joke," said Stacey relieved.

"A week of no Jenny's so poor, her parents will have to make her a mail-order-bride to find her a man," joked Jenny in an impression of Cartman.

"No Jew jokes, no poor jokes, jokes that are actually funny," said Kyle.

"Speaking of a free week, I get a week free of Tegridy this and Tegridy that," said Stacey.

"I know, my mother looks so relaxed now that she doesn't have to deal with my father for a week," replied Jenny.

"I know, my mom was practically gleaming when my dad left," said Stacey.

"Yeah, I have the house all to myself," replied Kyle.

The two girls stopped dead in their tracks, staring wide-eyed at Kyle. When Kyle noticed this, he too stopped, confused.

"Are you home alone?" asked Jenny.

"Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention. My dad's going on the hunting trip and my mom and brother are going to a piano competition," replied Kyle.

"So, you have the house to yourself, for an entire week," said Stacey bluntly.

"Yeah, why?" asked Kyle.

Both girls glanced at each other before replying, "No reason."

Kyle shrugged and went on walking. If he had not turned his back, he would have seen the broad smiles and blushes on both girls' faces.

In class, Kyle noticed Cartman's desk and smiled. He was oblivious to what was transpiring. Stacey whispered something in Wendy's ear, which caused Wendy to bite her lower lip. Jenny whispered the same thing in Bebe's ear, which caused both blondes to stare at Kyle predatorily. Soon, the rumor was running, and every girl in class was giving Kyle glances. After school, Stacey and Wendy approached Kyle.

"Hey girls," Kyle said.

"Hey Kyle," the two said simultaneously.

"Hey Kyle," Wendy began, "We were wondering if we could study at your place after school?"

"Oh, well, my parents aren't home," replied Kyle.

"Yeah, but I think we can focus better if we didn't have any distractions," replied Wendy.

"Yeah, Wendy's mom is cleaning the house and my sister, Shelly is home for the week," argued Stacey.

At that moment, both girls unleashed their ultimate weapon; the adorable puppy dog eyes. Against this, Kyle was left defenseless. With a defeated shrug, Kyle relented.

"Okay, fine, I mean, if it's only studying," replied Kyle.

Both girls ran at Kyle at this declaration, engulfing him in a massive hug. Kyle blushed at the embrace.

"Thank you Kyle," said Stacey.

"Yeah," said Wendy.

Kyle was confused but again shrugged it off. He did not see the sly looks both Stacey and Wendy gave behind his back. Kyle was still oblivious, but he received looks as he, Wendy, and Stacey. Jenny gave a look that said, just wait and see. Marjorine gave a look that said things were looking up. Bebe gave a look that said it was open season.

Kyle had no idea what was transpiring or what certain women were thinking.

SPSPSPSP

Sharon Marsh was happy. Strike that. Sharon Marsh was joyous. She had not lost the smile since her husband, who still questioned why she was still married, drove off to leave her and her daughters alone for a week. A week without weed, and a week without that idiot, a week of peace.

However, another reason behind her smile was what Shelia had told her the other day. Her son, Kyle, was going to be home alone all week. Her smile widened as she cleaned the dishes, her mind already overdrive.

She looked down at her own body. Randy does not know what he has, she thought. He would rather have sex with a bat or a pangolin. Despite her age, Sharon was blessed with a wide ass and large breasts that only enhanced with age. She giggled when she saw her breasts bounce. She was not oblivious to the stares boys would give and would feel excitement when Kyle blushed from her hugs. He was in for a treat.

At that moment, the phone rang for a facetime with Linda Stotch, Deborah Testaburger, Liane Cartman, and Carol McCormick. She answered.

"Sheila and the others are gone. You know what that means," said Sharon.

Though they were all grown women, they all acted like teenage girls at this news. Linda bit her lip, Carol cheered, and Deborah tumbled her hair.

"We're actually gonna do this," said Deborah.

"We deserve it," argued Carol. "Let's face it, our husbands are bastards."

"I hate to admit it, well not really, but she's right. My husband is a gay man who grounds my daughter constantly," grunted Linda.

"My husband has no interest in me and drinks," said Deborah.

"My husband is a drunk, a pothead, and started Covid. I've been waiting for this for a while," said Sharon.

"Honestly, I don't need a husband to want to do this," Liane said proudly.

Sharon always admired Liane. The woman was never ashamed and closed in about her sex life. Now Sharon saw why. She had never felt so free before.

"Everything in place for you all?" asked Deborah. "I already picked my best lingerie."

"Training bra," said Linda.

"Short shorts," said Carol with a grin.

"All of the above," giggled Sharon.

"I already have my own technique," said Liane.

"I already asked Wendy to invite him for dinner one night," said Deborah.

"Same," said Linda and Carol.

"He's always here, I already offered him to stay the night," said a sly Sharon.

"Maybe I might visit that night," said Deborah.

"Maybe you can," said Sharon.

"See, this is why I never married. Life isn't worth living without sex, and when your free to have sex, your truly free," said Liane.

The women talked about their plans, and once everything was all, they hung up, excited for what was to come. However, Sharon was so preoccupied that she failed to notice her college-age daughter, Shelly, standing at the door to the kitchen, a rebellious grin on her face.

"Planning something," Shelly said.

This spooked Sharon. She closed her eyes, knowing what was about to happen. "How much did you hear?" asked Sharon.

"Enough," grinned Shelly.

Gone was the awkward and rather unpleasant 13-year-old Shelly. In her place was a beautiful and confident 21-year-old, especially with the bracings gone. She was slender with a pretty face, large breasts, and a nice ass, thankfully inherited by her mother. She was staring at Sharon as if she had a plan for her.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Dad, if you agree to something," said Shelly.

"And what is that?" asked Sharon with a raised eyebrow.

"A bet. Whoever beds Kyle first wins," said Shelly.

"Why would I agree to that," said Sharon, reserving her anger.

"Because I would tell Dad if you don't," replied Shelly confidently.

Sighing, Sharon could not believe this was happening. If she wanted anything to happen, she had to agree. "Fine. So tell me, what happens to the loser? Money," asked Sharon.

Shelly's smile widened. "I thought of something. Loser has to run around the farm at night for five whole minutes, butt ass naked."

Instead of showing shock or disgust, Sharon showed confidence. "You really are my daughter," she reached out her hand. "You're on."

Shelly shocks her hand. "Game on. I'm gonna go tan outside in case Kyle comes by. Maybe you should go for a jog to prepare for when you lose."

"Don't stay out too long, you don't want any tanlines for when you lose," replied Sharon.

After Shelly left, Sharon could not believe what she had just agreed to with her daughter. However, like Liane, she felt no shame. She was excited, but better yet, she felt alive. After years in a dead marriage, it was about to live. Smiling, she turned to wash the dishes, shaking her ass with anticipation.

SPSPSPSP

Kyle, Stacey, and Wendy reached the Broflovski House thirty minutes after school. They had ridden their bikes, at which point both girls challenged Kyle to a race, with Stacey winning. They chatted throughout the ride, but now the two girls suddenly fell quiet, rushing into the house. Kyle followed them. When he got inside, Wendy shut the door for him. Kyle placed his jacket and bag on the couch.

"We should probably go over what we learned in Mrs. Harper's…." Before Kyle could finish that statement, he found himself being kissed full on the mouth by Stacey.

Kyle's eyes went wide, staring at the girl as her eyes closed. Wendy was staring too, biting hard on her lower lip in desire. Stacey pulled her body closer as the kiss intensified, and Kyle could feel her fingers moving down his back, her breasts pressed against his chest. Moreover, after a moment, Kyle finally enjoyed himself. He had dreamt of this, imagined exactly how her lips felt, what she tasted like. However, no imaginings could compare to the pure oblivion he was feeling now.

Stacey blushed when they broke apart, but a joyous smile grew on her face. Kyle could only stare at her, now noticing every minor detail on her he had never noticed before. She was beautiful—smooth skin, waving black hair, blue eyes, a curvy figure, and large breasts.

Kyle was about to say something when Wendy stood before him and kissed him. Kyle's eyes immediately moved to Stacey, and he was shocked to see her enjoying the site with curiosity. Wendy's kiss was different. More risky and wild, with Wendy using her tongue and digging deeper into Kyle's lips. When they broke apart, Kyle noticed just how beautiful Wendy was, with similar features to Stacey, but a petite body and medium breasts, but a nice round ass.

"We're sorry to be so front, but…." Stacey began.

"But you don't know how long we've wanted to do that," admitted Wendy dreamily.

"Really," said Kyle, dumbfounded.

"Of course," replied Stacey. "You never noticed."

Now that he thought of it, they were always close to him since their elementary school days. Soon, memories flooded back to him of Wendy asking to study after school, girls giving him longing looks, and Stacey 'accidentally' cuddling with him at sleepovers. How could he have been so blind?

"But why did both of you kiss me?" asked Kyle, not that he was complaining.

Both girls smiled and blushed harder. "We used to argue about who would get you. I know, it sounds cliche, but me and Wendy would debate it for hours. It was Wendy who suggested this," said Stacey.

"This?" asked Kyle.

"We wanted to make a move this week, but didn't want to fight about who got you first. So, I thought, why not both take you," said Wendy.

"Kyle, we want you to be our first," said Stacey shyly.

Kyle's face went blank with shock. These two girls wanted him to have sex with them…together. This, which was every guy's dream, was something these two were asking him to do. Kyle was conflicted until he turned and saw the two girls. They were embarrassed. Stacey was covered with her clothed body, and even Wendy looked like she was on the verge of tears. At that moment, that spur of the moment, Kyle decided.

"I will do it," he said quietly, though he knew they heard him judging by their reaction.

Wendy and Stacey's faces lit up blankly before small smiles grew on them, and they stared at Kyle gratefully.

"Thank you," Stacey mustered up the courage to say.

"Wait, what about protection?" asked Kyle.

"Both me and Wendy are on the pill, and we bought morning after pills in case. We wanted to be prepared," said a sly Stacey.

Kyle's mind was going into overdrive. One minute he was planning on studying, the next, we were kissing two of the most beautiful women in the world. They both took his hands as they led him up the stairs, each nervous, but Stacey and Wendy carried on with precise determination on their faces.

Kyle tried to distract himself by looking somewhere else but somehow looked at specific parts of both girls' anatomy. At Stacey's breasts, which she had inherited from her mother and sister (what was it about Marsh girls and breasts). At Wendy's nice round ass, all the visiting boys would stare at her whenever she cheered at games. When they noticed Kyle staring, their smiles and blushes only increased.

They brought him to his room. "We'll be in in a minute. Just undress and we'll be in a minute," said Stacey.

"One thing, is this a prank?" asked Kyle.

"No," said Wendy.

Wendy and Stacey quickly left. Once the door was closed, Stacey turned to Wendy, worry, excitement, dread, and euphoria all crossing her mind. The two girls looked at each other, both ready for what would happen.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Stacey.

"Crystal," replied Wendy. "You?"

"Yeah. I've waited for this for a while. I never felt so good when kissing him," said Stacey dreamily.

"I know, it's not like what I've dreamt of. It was better," said Wendy. "Ready."

"Ready" Slowly, the girls began taking off articles of clothing, one by one.

Back in the room, Kyle was sitting at the foot of his bed, naked and sweating as he awaited the girls to come back. Already a hurricane of thoughts scurried through his head. Was this a joke? Was this a prank? Should he get dressed? Was he making a mistake? His heavy breath was the only sound he could hear until finally, the door cracked open, and Kyle's head turned. When he saw what was at the door, his eyes went wide.

At the door, both Wendy and Stacey were completely and utterly naked. Kyle's eyes were now scanning every part of their bodies. Stacey was slightly curvier, with large breasts that jiggled when she moved. Wendy was leaner but with a nice round ass that too jiggled when she moved. These beauties enticed Kyle.

Stacey and Wendy were also staring. Kyle was tall and lean but muscular build, with wild red hair. However the part of Kyle both girls were fixated on was his…his….

"Kyle," feverishly blushing Wendy, "when did you get so hung."

Kyle shrugged and looked down. "You think its big."

"It's huge, not that I've seen anything bigger, but still," said Stacey, sweating.

"Cartman used to make fun of me for it. In the locker room, he'd say because I was circumcised, my dick was probably small. Good to know he was full of it," said Kyle.

"Please don't remind me he exists," said Wendy. "Now, please lay on the couch."

Kyle obliged and laid on his back on the bed. Both girls walked toward him, and Kyle was again swayed by how their naked bodies moved. Their hips would move from side to side, the way they walked, like a panther on the hunting path.

Stacey was closer to the end of the bed at Kyle's side, while Wendy was closer to his face. Wendy began kissing his entire body while Stacey stared at his member, unsure of herself.

"Go on Stacey, like we saw in the videos and practiced on the cucumber," said Wendy.

Kyle knew what she was about to do. Using all of her courage, Stacey opened her mouth and took all of Kyle's members in her mouth. Kyle could pleasure building up new and more extraordinary sensations at once as Stacey's head went up and down and Wendy sucked on his face.

"Don't hog all the fun," said Wendy moving towards Stacey.

Stacey detached her mouth from Kyle, and Wendy, in turn, took him. Kyle was curious about how they practiced all this on a cucumber, as both girls knew what they were doing. As they continued switching, building up the pleasure inside of Kyle, his breathing growing and his body sweating. When it seemed like he was about to burst, the girls suddenly stopped. They seemed excited about something.

Wendy then stood up and walked to the nightstand and picked something up. "You know what this is," Wendy said, holding up a condom.

"I thought you guys said you were on a pill," replied Kyle.

"That doesn't mean we still don't want to be protected," said Stacey.

"Point taken," shrugged Kyle.

"Here, I'll put it on," said Wendy.

She bent down and gently wrapped the condom around Kyle's phallus. The girls then looked at one another.

"You go first, Wendy," offered Stacey.

"You sure," Wendy replied.

"Yeah, I have a plan anyway. Trust me," said Stacey with a grin.

Wendy did not argue. She instead laid down next to Kyle as Kyle moved on top of her, his shaft inches away from Wendy's privates. The once excited and smiling face of Wendy was replaced with an expression of nervousness and blushing.

"You ready?" asked Kyle.

Wendy could only shake her head, meaning yes. Stacey was now on the bed, looking down on Wendy and encouragingly running her hand through her hair. With one great thrust, Kyle entered Wendy, and Wendy, in turn, let out a gasp as feelings of pain entered her, followed by pleasure. It was a new pleasure, a form of euphoria Wendy was unprepared for. Kyle felt the same. It was better than masturbating, better than any feeling he had. However, he did stop when he noticed the blood.

"Keep going," said Wendy breathlessly. "It's normal."

Kyle continued, pushing and thrusting into her, their pleasure building and building as both 18-year-olds grunted and moaned with pleasure. Stacey had joined in, rubbing Wendy to increase her enjoyment and offering kisses to both. Thinking she was selfish, Wendy reached her hand between Stacey's legs while Kyle grabbed one of Stacey's breasts. The reaction from the Marsh girl was instant as she let out a loud moan that echoed throughout the house.

After a few minutes of this, right before Kyle was ready to come, Wendy pulled back. "I think… it's time…Stacey had…her turn," Wendy mustered out, her breathing heavy.

Excited, Stacey had an idea. "Kyle, you lay down," she asked.

Kyle did so. Moving on top of him, Stacey climbed until her privates were inches away from Kyle's. She pushed down with a deep breath, and he entered her and began to ride him like an amusement park ride. The same feelings Wendy had felt were now going through Stacey, pain rather than pleasure. Instantly, the girl began panting and moaning.

"Fuck! That feels so good," she moaned.

Wendy smiled. "Hope you're good with your tongue," she said.

Wendy then climbed to top Kyle and then sat on him. She laughed at the surprise and blush on his face as he faced her perfectly round rear. Kyle gave Wendy a good smack the ass, Wanting not to look embarrassed. This only thrilled Wendy more.

"You like that tiger," she said, smacking herself. "Ready to play."

Kyle took this as a declaration and stuck his tongue right on Wendy's clitoris. At once, Wendy let out a loud wail of ecstasy until the only sound in the house was that of the two girls moaning. Stacey's moans were silenced when Wendy pushed forward to kiss her, which Stacey returned in full force.

Soon, they could feel themselves losing all control, sweaty and hearts beating like drums.

"I'm ready!" screamed Stacey.

"Let's come…together," screamed Wendy.

Kyle could not take it anymore. He released, and with screams and trembles, both girls held each other as they came, nearly seeing double vision before stumbling over to Kyle. Even after five minutes, the three were still sprawled together on the bed, Stacey and Wendy lying on Kyle's chest as he held them. After regaining some of their senses, Wendy planted a kiss on Kyle's chest while Stacey kissed his face.

"That was…that was…." Kyle could not find a word.

"Fantastic," offered Stacey.

"Wondrous," offered Wendy.

"Both," joked Kyle. "Does this mean we're dating or something?"

"Let's not think about that now. Just have some fun this week," replied Stacey.

"What do you mean?" asked Kyle.

"Kyle, I thought you were more observant. Most of the girls of this town love you, especially the ones at our school," answered Wendy cuddling up to him.

"They do?" said a surprised Kyle.

"Yeah. They all are planning to make a move on you. We're not telling you this to worry you, no. In fact, why don't you want it," offered Stacey.

Kyle woke up, and his eyes went wide, though he did not move. "Are you suggesting I try to sleep with each girl," said Kyle. "Then why do this?"

"Kyle, we didn't do this to trap you. We did so we could have this moment. You can decide who you wish to be with later, but for now, why don't we just have as much fun as possible," explained Wendy. "What do you want to do now?"

"Now, I just want to rest," answered Kyle.

They did. They fell asleep for twenty minutes before waking up to leave for dinner. Kyle watched as both girls left, and each decided to do a pose and twirl to give him a nice view of the bodies he had just claimed. After they left, Kyle sat up, still nude, and began to ponder.

"This is either going to be the best week or the worst week ever," he said to himself. "Either way, in for a ride."

SPSPSPSP

Wendy returned home after five. She figured either her mother was at work or busy. Truthfully, she didn't care. A permanent smile was plastered as she and Stacey rode their bikes home. This was a new feeling, a new form of happiness she thought she could never feel. She knew it was too soon to be anything like love, but she did feel joy.

She especially got a kick out of the idea that she had broken the rules. Not something wrong, but sneaky, like eating a cookie before dinner. For too long, she had followed the rules, tried to be perfect, and now she found great enjoyment in doing the opposite.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost missed the voice. "Wonder which one he would like," her mother said from inside her room.

Wendy was about to speak up, but the thrill of once again being sneaky overcame her, and she lingered by the door to listen in. Taking a peek in, she was able to see her mother, with pairs of lingerie on her parents' bed, with a pleased grin.

"I wonder if Kyle would like the black or red pair?" her mother asked herself.

Wendy was shocked. Her mother was trying to sleep with Kyle as well. Wendy would have stormed in and confronted her mom if this had been a day ago, but not today. Something awakened Wendy, and she is now in for fun. This should be interesting, so she thought about going back to her room.

Still feeling risky, Wendy quietly shut the door and began stripping and changing into her best undergarments. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a lacy black set of a bra and panties that showcased her body like a model. Turning, she felt a smug sense of pride in her ass. No wonder Kyle would not stop looking at it. Taking her phone, Wendy posed for a selfie by the mirror, smiling, winking, flashing a peace sign, and kissing as she stuck her butt out. After taking the picture, she sent it to Kyle.

WENDY: It's all yours. Anytime.

SPSPSPSP

Stacey arrived an hour later. She was first worried that her mother might become suspicious since she was late for dinner. Till her mother texted that it was fed-for-yourself-night due to her dad's absence. When she did arrive, she was met with an odd sight.

Her mother was not working in the field or working in the house. She was not working at all. Instead, she and her sister, Shelley, home from college, were sunbathing in the field. When she first saw them, she looked down at her chest. Huh, she thought, so that is where I got these from. Both Sharon and Shelley were in bikinis, Sharon in white and Shelley in a pink one. Both women had, like Stacey, large breasts, with Sharon having a DD cup and Shelley having a D cup.

Both were beautiful too. Stacey was glad she inherited her mother's beauty despite the black hair. Sharon was skinny with wide hips, and the two-piece she was wearing was doing her so many favors. Shelley followed in her wake, with her wide hips and skinny stomach. Currently, both women were in sunglasses, taking in the day's bliss.

"Hey little turd," smiled Shelley. "Miss me."

"Yeah," shrugged Stacey.

Behind the smile, there was a slyness to her. Not only did Shelley leave the braces, but much of her formal aggression behind. She did keep some of her aggression, but it had transpired in other ways.

"Why don't you join us, sweetie?" offered her mother.

Stacey smiled and obliged. She returned to the house and came out in a two-piece purple bikini, taking a seat next to her mother. She could see why her mother and sister loved this, the hot sun, sweat glistening her entire body, and no Randy to spoil anything.

"I wish every day were like this," said Stacey, at ease.

"I'd come home more if it was like this," replied Shelley.

Stacey decided to take out her phone and take a selfie. "Taking a photo?" inquired Sharon.

"Yeah, sending it to Kyle," replied Stacey.

"Why don't we all get in then," suggested Shelley.

Stacey would object until Sharon brightly said, "Yes, it should be fun."

Without any way to object, Stacey ended up with her, Sharon, and Shelley smiling at/kyle. Stacey was slightly upset that both Sharon and Shelley showed off massive cleavage along with her.

"By the way, Stace. Ask Kyle if he would like to come over for dinner or even stay a night? He must be very lonely in that house all alone?" asked Sharon.

"Will mom," replied Stacey.

SPSPSPSP

Meanwhile, another woman was slowly making plans. Linda was looking through her closet to find something sexy to wear. As the kids nowadays would say, she finally settled on a dress that made her boobs pop. Speaking of boobs pop, she thought.

"Marjorine," she called to her daughter.

Marjorie came in wearing baggy overalls and a t-shirt. Marjorine Stotch was a beautiful girl who was forced to keep her beauty hidden. Innocent and at times naive, she had begun to develop early and by now was bosom, to say the least, with creamy blonde hair. Because of his overprotective and traditional nature, Stephen made his daughter wear baggy clothes, which annoyed Linda. She was proud of her daughter's beauty even though Stephen was overreacting, especially considering what Stephan wears to Gay Night Clubs.

"You know those clothes I bought you, the ones your dad doesn't know about," Linda said.

"Yeah," replied Marjorine.

"You can wear them, but only if you invite Kyle over for dinner," answered Linda.

Marjorie's face lit up, and she engulfed her mother in a wide hug before running off to her, already taking off her baggy clothes. Linda smiled, knowing this was going to be a great week.

Carol McCormick and her daughter, Jenny, were practicing in a rundown house. What were they practicing, stripping? Carol had been a stripper before meeting Stuart. Carol was one of the top strippers at the Golden Orange Strip Club in Denver. If she knew this was the life she would be leaving behind, she would never have left it. However, at least she had her babies, despite Kevin leaving once he turned 18.

Carol had taught her daughter the straddle, the fang, and the black spiral and was surprised at how natural Jenny was, though considering Carol was taught by her mother. The latter was the top stripper at the Golden Orange. Carol was proud, for it reminded her of a more peaceful time in her life, before the drinking, the fighting, and the drugs. Jenny and Carol were both wearing short shorts and tank tops.

"While I want you to go to college, you seem like a natural," complimented Carol.

"This may be how I pay for college," joked Jenny.

"Don't tell your father that," joked Carol.

"Hey, I was thinking of asking Kyle if he wanted to study tomorrow, would you mind?" asked Jenny blushing.

"Not at all. I was going to bring over a pie one of these days," said Carol with her blush. "One thing though; use protection, please."

"Same goes for you," said Jenny slyly.

Instead of yelling or complaining, Carol laughed. Yes, this was going to be an exciting week.