Date: November 2010
A year after Story 4 The First Time
17 years old

Disclaimer: I do not own Mr. Men and Little Misses or any of its characters.


The sun was starting to set in Misterland, turning the sky a bright orange color. Most of the residents were already settling down for the night, but a few people were still out, doing some last minute shopping or just hanging around town and talking to friends.

Unknown to them, a purple Mr. Man moved above their heads, using the clouds and roofs to travel without being seen. Each time he landed, he was off balance, but once he steadied himself, he'd hop onto the next thing in his path. There were a few times where he thought he misjudged his aim and he imagined falling to the ground below. But then his feet touched something solid, and he'd let out a sigh of relief before continuing on his way.

Soon he got a strong feeling that told him to stop, so he did and looked down. A smirk crossed Mr. Impossible's face when he saw his most perfect friend, who was walking down the sidewalk with his hands folded behind his back. He was whistling to himself and waving to everyone he passed.

Mr. Impossible giggled. He's so friendly, he thought, watching as Mr. Perfect called out a greeting to Mr. Uppity, but the other Mr. Man walked on by Mr. Perfect without even acknowledging him.

This didn't seem to bother Mr. Perfect though. He just shrugged and carried on down the sidewalk.

For several moments all Mr. Impossible could do was stare after him, warmth spreading throughout his body as he felt the longing that had drove him to this increasing with each passing second; he just wished he was brave enough to do it sober. Before leaving his house, he had downed a few drinks. That's why he was so off balance, because of all the alcohol in his system.

This is the only way, he tried to convince himself.

Suddenly he realized that he had lost sight of Mr. Perfect. Gazing straight ahead, looking through buildings and trees that were in his way, he spotted his perfect friend heading back to his house. Mr. Impossible hurried to catch up to the light blue Mr. Man, now only having the clouds in the sky to jump on when he left the town behind.

By the time the perfect house came into view, the sun had set completely and stars were starting to come out. Mr. Impossible paused for a moment in a clutter of clouds. He took in a deep breath and let it out, focusing on hiding his drunkenness while he made sure he could still feel the effects, so he'd be able to go through with this.

Then he hopped to the ground below, landing on the sidewalk like it was nothing. He thought really hard and his body started changing. His hat disappeared and hair grew out of his head. In place of the Mr. Man, a Little Miss now stood.

Clearing her throat, she called out to Mr. Perfect in a high-pitched voice.

The light blue Mr. Man froze right as he was reaching out to open his gate. He turned around, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw the purple Little Miss. "Oh, hello," he said in a friendly tone as she walked over to him. He seemed to be studying her, and she knew he would be wondering who she was.

"I'm Little Miss Impossible," she told him, deciding that it would be simpler to just go with a Little Miss counterpart of who she really was.

Mr. Perfect stared at her for a long moment. "Are you related to Mr. Impossible by chance?" he finally asked.

The Little Miss couldn't help but giggle when he said her real name. "Yes, he's my brother," she replied. "I'm staying with him for a few days."

"Oh, that sounds lovely," Mr. Perfect said with a smile.

Little Miss Impossible nodded. "I thought I would get out and explore the town a little while I'm here," she went on. She moved closer to him until they were almost touching, and she noticed how uncomfortable he was with this, but she assured herself that that would change soon. "Then I saw you, and I wanted to introduce myself. My brother's told me a lot about you, Mr. Perfect," she confessed, staring at him meaningfully and his cheeks turned a bright red color as he looked away from her.

It's working, she thought excitedly, realizing that he was already falling for her.

"H-He has?" the light blue Mr. Man stammered, shifting his feet a little.

Little Miss Impossible nodded and reached out, using her fingers to trace invisible circles on his arm. "He has," she whispered sensuality.

He blushed even more. Then he cleared his throat and turned back to her, seeming to have collected himself enough to keep his voice steady. "I hope I'm not being too forward, but I must say, you are very beautiful."

She giggled and waved her hand dismissively. "You're too kind."

Suddenly he took hold of her hand and laid a kiss on the back of it. Now's my chance! She formed an idea in her head before pushing it down her arm, going into the mind of the light blue Mr. Man.

Mr. Perfect blinked several times, as if really taking in the thought that just came to him. Then he pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around him. Little Miss Impossible smiled at him, glad to see that he was acting on the feelings and thoughts she was giving him.

"How about we go inside my house?" the light blue Mr. Man suggested.

Little Miss Impossible couldn't believe how easy this was. Especially since this is the first time I'm doing this sort of thing! She had thought it might take longer for him to fall into her trap, but he seemed surprisingly eager.

A wave of guilt washed over her. She felt bad for tricking him like this, knowing he wouldn't be acting this way to someone he just met only moments before if it wasn't for her.

But then her longing and curiosity overpowered the guilt. She was unable to approach him as her Mr. Man self because she wouldn't be able to handle the awkward encounters in town when they pass each other, so she had forced herself to get drunk and now here she was, turned into a Little Miss and mind playing one of her friends.

This is my only option, she kept telling herself.

Suddenly she noticed that he was staring at her questioningly and she realized she never gave him an answer.

Pushing all doubt out of her mind, Little Miss Impossible nodded, and she felt like her excitement was making her float as Mr. Perfect pulled her into his yard and toward the front door to his house.

It was then that she realized it wasn't just a feeling; her feet really wasn't touching the ground. Quickly she lowered herself until she was walking again. She was unsteady at first as Mr. Perfect continued to pull her, unaware that Little Miss Impossible was just floating above the sidewalk.

Soon the two were inside, and, after Mr. Perfect closed the door behind them, he turned to his friend, looking her over, and Little Miss Impossible noticed that his eyes shined with lust as he checked out the Little Miss body.

Wanting to appear like any innocent girl, Little Miss Impossible looked around at their surroundings. "What a lovely place you have," she remarked, turning back to him and smiling sweetly.

Mr. Perfect didn't say a word, though, only threw himself at Little Miss Impossible like he couldn't hold back anymore. Their lips made contact, and for a half of a moment Little Miss Impossible reflected on how his friend was unaware that he was actually kissing a Mr. Man. But then she pushed that thought out of her mind and just enjoyed the kiss.

When Mr. Perfect attacked her, they lost their balance and started stumbling backwards, but before they hit the floor, Little Miss Impossible waved her hand and a chair from across the room slid under them so they had a soft place to land.

Mr. Perfect must have noticed this because his eyes widened. Then he shrugged and continued to kiss Little Miss Impossible, who shivered with pleasure when she felt her friend's hand move down her body. The kiss deepened, and Little Miss Impossible couldn't believe this was really happening.

Finally I'm going to know what it feels like to be with a Mr. Man! she thought with excitement and lust.

She felt something poking her, and she knew what it must be. She reached down, still kissing him and rubbed the front of her friend's pants. Mr. Perfect moaned softly into Little Miss Impossible's mouth. Everything about this moment was wonderful and she never wanted it to end.

There's only one thing that'd make it even better…

Finally she pulled herself away from his lips and climbed out of the chair so now he was the only one sitting in it. He looked at her in confusion, but he seemed to understand what she was doing when she got on her knees in front of the chair and unbutton his pants. He had a lustful expression on his face as he watched her pull out his hard member.

As she jerked it off slowly, using the clear liquid that came out of it as lube, she finished undressing his lower half with her other hand.

He continued to moan, arching his back in the chair and gripping onto the arms. "Oh, Miss. Impossible," he moaned out, and his friend imagined he had put a mister in front of that instead of miss.

Just the thought of hearing a guy moaning her real name excited Little Miss Impossible more than ever before. Ducking her head, she put the tip of the member in her mouth and flicked her tongue all around. The only thing that could be heard in the house was Mr. Perfect's loud moans, and she felt him start to tense up. Little Miss Impossible kept rubbing the shaft as she sucked the head, noting how much her friend was enjoying himself.

After a few minutes of this, Mr. Perfect finally let go inside the Little Miss's mouth. Little Miss Impossible pulled up, swallowing all the white liquid without a second thought and licking her lips, savoring the wonderful taste.

She giggled as she stood up and looked down at the Mr. Man, who was breathing heavily, but Little Miss Impossible couldn't tell if it was because he was really excited or just exhausted. She smiled at him. "Why don't we take this to the bedroom?"

At first Mr. Perfect didn't respond; he only looked up at Little Miss Impossible with lust filled eyes. Then he murmured an agreement and tried to get up, but he fell back into the chair.

Little Miss Impossible stood there for a second before an idea came to her. She waved her hand in front of Mr. Perfect, who suddenly jumped out of the chair. Little Miss Impossible restored his energy, and before she had time to react, Mr. Perfect grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bedroom.

As soon as the purple Little Miss was laying on the bed, Mr. Perfect started fiddling with her pants. Within a few seconds, Little Miss Impossible found herself half naked. She looked down at where her penis would be if she was still a Mr. Man, but instead of seeing the organ that would surely be hard right now, she saw a smooth area, and when she spread her legs, she caught a glimpse of the woman part.

When she opened her legs, Little Miss Impossible was surprised when her friend suddenly flicked his fingers around down there, hitting the clitoris several times. More pleasure than she ever remembered feeling before washed over Little Miss Impossible, and she threw her head back, moaning loudly.

She tried to hold back but couldn't stop herself from gasping. "Oh, fuck!"

Luckily this didn't seem to faze Mr. Perfect. If anything it only showed him how much his lover enjoyed what he was doing because he rubbed harder and faster, and within moments Little Miss Impossible was soaked.

The pleasure was so incredible, and Little Miss Impossible couldn't wait any longer. She reached forward and pulled Mr. Perfect onto the bed with her. When she did this, she felt her friend's member touch the area between her legs, and Little Miss Impossible giggled with a mix of amusement and arousal.

Then she locked eyes with him. "I want you to fuck me, Mr. Perfect," she said with a smirk.

His eyes shined as he got on his knees and positioned himself so he could enter the Little Miss who laid beneath him. He had his hands on Little Miss Impossible's legs. "Ready?" he asked.

Little Miss Impossible nodded. Her pussy was wet enough for Mr. Perfect to just slip right in. Both of them let out moans as two became one; they were closer than ever before.

Mr. Perfect began to pull out, and then slammed back into Little Miss Impossible who moaned loudly, enjoying the feel of her friend's cock rubbing her insides.

"Faster," Little Miss Impossible begged as she stared up at Mr. Perfect; she hardly believed this was actually happening. It almost felt like a dream, but she knew it wasn't. After daydreaming about it for such a long time, she was finally being fucked by a Mr. Man!

The two continued doing this in missionary style for a few minutes, moaning with each thrust. But Mr. Perfect suddenly stopped and stared down at Little Miss Impossible.

"Flip over," he ordered in a stern tone, and Little Miss Impossible felt excited about being ordered around.

When Mr. Perfect pulled out, Little Miss Impossible got on her hands and knees, sticking her rear in the air. She stiffened in surprise when Mr. Perfect slapped one of her cheeks, but she moaned when she realized how much she enjoyed that.

Then Mr. Perfect suddenly grabbed the Little Miss's hair, yanking her toward him and his penis slammed into her dripping wet pussy. Little Miss Impossible moaned as her friend pounded into her, loving the roughness and the way Mr. Perfect was treating her like a fuck toy.

Suddenly an idea came to Little Miss Impossible. She opened her mouth but just then her friend pulled on her hair again, jerking her head back until she was staring up into Mr. Perfect's eyes. "Who's my whore?" he demanded with a lustful expression. He didn't look at all like the kind, perfect Mr. Man who was friends with her male self.

But the purple Little Miss found herself liking this version of him better, and she really liked that it was as if he had read Little Miss Impossible's mind by calling her names and being rough with her.

It seemed like she was taking too long to answer for Mr. Perfect started pounding into her harder and yanking on her hair at the same time. "I asked you a question! Who's my whore?" he repeated.

"I am!" Little Miss Impossible replied between gasps and moans. She could feel her eyes start to water, but she knew she was enjoying this and she ignored the pain she could feel in her pussy.

He narrowed his eyes. "You're my what?"

He wants me to say the whole thing! "I'm your whore!"

Mr. Perfect looked satisfied with that answer. "Damn right," he murmured, finally letting go of Little Miss Impossible's hair and pounding faster which made Little Miss Impossible tense up.

The light blue Mr. Man must have noticed this because he slapped Little Miss Impossible's rear and said," Don't you dare cum until I tell you to, slut!"

Little Miss Impossible tried to hold back, but he was making her feel too amazing, and after another deep thrust, her body shook violently as she gave into the pleasurable orgasm.

Exhaustion hit her and she was about to fall over, but Mr. Perfect grabbed her hair again and pulled until she was looking into his eyes, noticing that he was glaring at her. "Bitch, I didn't say it was okay to cum yet! Just for that…" He never finished his sentence, only pounded into his friend as hard and as rough as he could.

Little Miss Impossible had to cover her mouth so she didn't scream with a mix of pleasure and pain. This went on for a few minutes, then Mr. Perfect gave one last thrust and paused for a moment or two before pulling out. He fell beside Little Miss Impossible, who's arms couldn't hold her up any longer and she collapsed on the bed.

She was shocked, at first not sure what just happened. Then she felt something dripping out of her, and she realized that her friend must have came in her, but she knew it didn't matter since she wasn't really a girl. The two crawled to the head of the bed, and Mr. Perfect wrapped his arms around her. Soon he was snoring.

She stayed up to reflect on what they just did before finally giving into the calling sleep.


Movement beside Mr. Impossible woke him, and he started stirring as well. Stiffly he threw his legs over the edge of the bed, not understanding why he was so sore or why his stomach was in knots or why his head felt like someone was knocking it against a wall repeatedly. He blinked opened his eyes once he was in a sitting position, but what he saw only confused him more. He clearly wasn't in his own house.

He reached up to rub his pounding head but froze when his fingers brushed through thick hair. I don't have hair, he thought, his mind racing with so many questions, wondering where his hat was and why he woke up someplace he didn't recognize.

The bed dipped and a hand appeared on Mr. Impossible's shoulder. He jumped and jerked his head to one side to see Mr. Perfect staring up at him with a big smile.

"Did you have fun last night?" he asked.

Last night? Mr. Impossible looked out the window, noticing the bright sunshine coming through the binders that told him it must be early in the morning.

Then everything came rushing back to him, giving him answers to his confused questions. He was still a Little Miss, and he was hungover from drinking before coming here to trick Mr. Perfect into sleeping with him just to know what it felt like.

And it was amazing! Little Miss Impossible thought, remembering last night. Her hangover was worth all the fun they had. Then a voice spoke in her head. You took advantage of him, it told her. You made him do things he would never do if it wasn't for you. His actions last night weren't his. You took over his mind and made him sleep with you. You're no better than a rapist.

Was that true?

"Little Miss Impossible?"

Her friend's voice startled her, and Little Miss Impossible turned to look at Mr. Perfect. "Yeah?" Then she remembered that he had a asked a question. "Oh, yes… it was a wonderful night." She didn't think she sounded convincing, but she couldn't put any enthusiasm into her words because now looking back at the night before all she felt was guilt and regret.

"Do you want to stay for breakfast?" Mr. Perfect asked unexpectedly.

Any other time, Little Miss Impossible wouldn't mind sharing a meal with a good friend, but after realizing that she took advantage of the light blue Mr. Man, she couldn't even look him in the face.

Shaking her head, Little Miss Impossible declined his offer. "I have to go meet my brother soon," she explained, and she quickly hopped out of bed, heading toward the door but paused when she noticed that she was still half naked.

As she got dressed, Mr. Perfect walked over to her. "How about we see each other later then?"

Zipping up her pants, Little Miss Impossible looked him in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Mr. Perfect," she said, frowning. "My train leaves tonight, and I have to spend the day packing." She didn't want to continue to lie to him, but she knew it was the only way to dig herself out of the hole she had dug for herself the night before after she got drunk.

Mr. Perfect looked visibly disappointed. "Oh, okay," he murmured as he shifted his feet. Then he added," Do you think I will ever see you again?"

Little Miss Impossible put her hand on her friend's shoulder. "I hope so," she responded, although she knew the next time they saw each other, Little Miss Impossible would be her real self again and Mr. Perfect would never know he had spent the night with a Mr. Man.

Without saying anything, Mr. Perfect leaned forward and laid a soft kiss on Little Miss Impossible's lips.

My last kiss with a Mr. Man. The guilt was too much for her. She knew she could never do something like this again, and she wasn't brave enough to come out with her sexuality. Realizing that she might never do anything with another Mr. Man again made her want to stay like this for a bit longer and fool around with Mr. Perfect again, but she couldn't go on lying to him.

When they separated, Mr. Perfect led her to the door, but he hesitated in front of it. "You sure you can't stay a little longer?" he asked as he turned to the purple Little Miss.

For a moment Little Miss Impossible was half tempted to pull him in closer and repeat their actions from last night. But she already took advantage of him once. She couldn't do it again. "No, I need to go," she said regretfully.

Mr. Perfect nodded slowly as if agreeing with her but his eyes were like black pools of sadness. Little Miss Impossible wanted to lean in and give him a final kiss, but she knew that wouldn't be a good idea so she murmured a goodbye and quickly left.

"Farewell, Miss. Impossible," she heard her friend say behind her, and the sound of the door closing hit Little Miss Impossible's ears.

When she got to the fence, she stopped and turned back to look at the house. She didn't even think about it this time as her body changed back to normal.

Now Mr. Impossible stood in Mr. Perfect's yard, looking like a Mr. Man once again. He just stared at the house, wishing last night never happened. It may have been fun at the time, but now Mr. Impossible knew what gender he liked best but was unable to act on it in fear of losing all his friends, and Mr. Perfect was in love with someone who didn't exist.

Coming here was a huge mistake.

Sighing, he turned his back on his friend's house, and moved his arms up and down until he was lifted off the ground and was flying. Then he headed toward his own home, soon disappearing from sight.


Two months later

The only sound that could be heard in Mr. Impossible's house was the clicking of the clock on the wall, and it was driving Mr. Impossible crazy. He paused in his pacing to wave his hand which caused the hands on the clock to freeze. Everything was quiet now, but that was getting to him too.

He let out an annoyed grunt as he started walking again, but he stopped once more when exhaustion hit him. Mr. Impossible slowly lowered himself onto the chair, putting his hand on his belly that was a bit larger than normal. He felt sick, but he knew there was no way he'd be able to get up and go to the bathroom. He had very little energy.

Groaning he sat back in his chair, putting his hands on his face. What have I done? he thought to himself. He knew he shouldn't have done what he did a couple of months back, but now he realized just how big of a mistake it had been. It did matter that he squirted his seed inside Mr. Impossible, who at the time had been a Little Miss.

"Now I have this baby growing inside me," he said out loud as he frowned and shook his head. "How could I have been so stupid?"

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and alarm shot through Mr. Impossible. He hadn't been out much since he started showing. "I hope it's nobody checking in on me," he murmured as he stared at the door, using x-ray vision to look through it, but he froze when he saw the light blue Mr. Man standing on the other side of the door.

"Oh shit…" Mr. Impossible got out of his chair slowly. He looked down at his belly, relieved when he was able to make himself look like he used to, but he knew he still had something growing inside him.

Quickly Mr. Impossible went to go answer the door, greeting his friend like nothing special was going on.

"Hello, Mr. Impossible," the Mr. Man said with a slight nod. "I was wondering if you heard anything from your sister?"

Mr. Impossible was silent for a few moments, wondering if he should confess everything to him. Right after they did it, he saw no reason to because he was never going to do it again. But now… He has the right to know I'm carrying his baby, doesn't he? Even still, he couldn't hurt his friend by telling him that he lied to him and taken advantage of him.

"No, I haven't," he finally said, ignoring the guilt that's been eating at him since that night.

A frown crossed Mr. Perfect's face. "Oh… Can you tell me when you do?" he asked after another moment.

Mr. Impossible nodded and said goodbye to his friend, watching as Mr. Perfect walked down his sidewalk. I'm sorry, Mr. Perfect, but there's no way you can ever see Miss. Impossible again.

Then he closed the door with a deep sigh.


Few months later

The quiet night air was broken by crying, but Mr. Impossible didn't know what else to do. He looked down at the basket he held in his hand; he was glad when the baby quieted down and blinked at him with curious eyes.

"Good boy," he murmured, and he glanced over the edge of the cloud he was in. The house was right under him. It was now or never.

He took a deep breath and jumped off the cloud, landing on the doorstep without any problems. He placed the basket down gently, before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper and silently reading it to himself.

Dear Mr. Perfect,

This is our son. I'm afraid I can't raise him. Please take good care of him, and do me a favor? Name him Perfect Jr. I have a feeling he'll grow up to be just like this father

Love Little Miss Impossible.

With a deep sigh, Mr. Impossible placed the note in the basket and reached for the doorbell. He almost

immediately heard footsteps heading toward the door, and quickly Mr. Impossible jumped back into the clouds and hid in there but he peeked through to see the door opening.

Mr. Perfect stepped out and he gasped when he saw the basket. He scooped up the baby and rocked him when he started crying. The newborn instantly fell silent once more.

"Hello?" The light blue Mr. Man walked off his steps and looked around. "Hello! Is there anyone out there?"

Mr. Impossible ducked farther into the clouds, glad that he was hidden. He looked back out to see Mr. Perfect going back to the basket. He seemed to have noticed the note and he gently bent down to pick it up.

As soon as he was done reading it, he looked down at the baby in his arms with huge eyes. Then he hugged him and Mr. Impossible heard him whisper," I'll try my hardest to be the best father I can be for you, Perfect Jr."

Then Mr. Perfect put his son back into the basket and carried it into his house, closing the door behind him.

"I'm sure you'll be a wonderful father," Mr. Impossible murmured, and he started flying back to his house, ignoring the pain and guilt he felt in his heart.


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