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Training with Superman
Chapter 1: Secrets and Tingles
Professor Howard had heard his son was in a bad mood, but he didn’t realize how truly awful the twelve year-old boy was feeling until he returned home from work. Usually Josh would run down their home’s stairs when he heard his father loudly shuffling in his coat pockets for the house keys, and by the time Howard had the door open the boy would be right at entryway with both his hands cupped together and wiggling in a “gimme, gimme!” motion. Of course the man would always have some candy or snack for the boy; giving his son a daily treat had pretty much become a ritual for Howard. There was no Josh in the entryway today.
“How bad is it?” Howard asked his housekeeper, Ms. Berry, as she took his briefcase and helped him out of his work coat. Ms. Berry was the closest thing Howard and Josh had to family; more of a great aunt than a live-in housekeeper. Howard was sure she’d know exactly what was wrong with his son.
“Bad, Howard.” Ms. Berry sighed. The woman’s usual glow, her rosy cheeks and glittering blonde hair, was gone as she explained the situation to Howard. “He’s locked himself in his room, in the dark and won’t say a peep to me. Not even a slice of my berry pie could get him out of his shell.”
“That is serious.” Howard said with a slightly amused tone. He still was not fully grasping the gravity of the situation.
“It’s more than serious, Howard.” Ms. Berry continued, elbowing the man. “I called the mother of on of his friends, the Harry boy, and ask if something happened today- some argument between them maybe. Apparently…there was an issue at scouts. In the bathroom, some of the boys had the bright idea to start comparing privates. And, well…”
The sharp inhale Howard took could’ve sucked all the air out of the room. Never in a million years did he think THAT would be the cause of his son’s bad mood. Never in a million years did he think he’d be forced to talk about IT with his son so soon.
You see, though all parents think their children are unique Josh had a special difference that separated him from the other boys at school, little league and scouts. Something that separated him from pretty much every boy in their cozy college town. It was a difference Howard ensured his son was oblivious to growing u; all in in his fatherly quest to keep the kid from facing hardships. Josh was a boy. In every single way imaginable he was a typical, stereotypical, all-American, twelve year-old boy. But when had been born, he had been born different in one way.
He was born with a vagina.
It was something that Howard was sure other parents dealt with and that he and his wife could handle. They were professors for goodness sake! Ones familiar with the concept of intersex people and the various ways one’s genitals could look. It shouldn’t have been a big deal for Howard or his progressive wife. It shouldn’t have been something that was made a secret.
But it was. Despite her claims of not being bothered by their son’s uniqueness, Howard’s ex-wife bailed on the two after a year of being a mother. She “never wanted a daughter” was the main excuse on her goodbye letter. If only the bitch had stuck around for Josh’s pro wrestling and violent video game phases to see how boyish he was.
When she was gone, Howard decided to raise Josh as if nothing was amiss. If Josh’s own mother could abandon him for the way he was born, then there was little hope for others being kind. Though it took work, Howard managed to raise Josh to think that every man had the same thing he had between his legs. The boy thought grew up thinking the smooth slit between his legs was a “penis” and every boy had one- including his dad. He was aware that girls had “vaginas”, but the boy never expressed an interest in learning about it let alone looking one up (not that he could- Howard had tight control over the boy’s online time)
And through helicopter parenting, Ms. Berry’s efforts (she was the only one to know the truth), and intense training on public restroom use, Howard had raised Josh to never find himself in a situation where the truth could accidently be revealed to him. A truth Howard swore he would reveal to him at thirteen. Obviously that plan was out the window.
“Don’t tell me they saw it, Angie. Please don’t tell me they saw it.” Howard whined to Ms. Berry, his heartbeat racing. He couldn’t stand the thought of a group of preteen and teen boys staring at his son’s pussy. Gawking at it with confusion, shock, disgust, and other emotions Howard didn’t want to imagine. Boys that would reach to grab his son’s cunt in disbelief, spreading Josh’s untouched pussy lips as they recalled images and videos of cum-soaked pussies they saw while browsing online. The thoughts made Howard nauseous.
Ms. Berry regained some of her glow and sighed, “No, thank God! It seems they were showing off each other’s bits, but when it was Josh’s turn to show he freaked out and left. Can’t blame the boy, I don’t think he’s ever seen a penis before. Apparently he was teased by some of the other boys later because they thought he ran away because his was tiny.”
Howard’s heart rate returned to normal and he sighed in relief. “Good.”, he murmured. It still wasn’t the best situation to be in, but at least the nightmare scenario he dreamt up didn’t come to pass.
Ms. Berry huffed at Howard’s comment. After giving him a firm slap on the back of the head she hissed, “Good my milky, French titties, Howard! You go upstairs and you finally tell that boy the truth about himself! This lie has gone on for long enough!” She immediately began shoving the man upstairs and didn’t stop until he was in front of his son’s room.
“M-maybe I should do it tomorrow.” Howard stammered. He wasn’t sure if he could handle the conversation tonight. “It’ll give him time to cool off. And I could call a doctor to help explain-” Another slap on the back of the head by Ms. Berry knocked the idea out of his head.
“The boy needs his dad right now.” Ms. Berry said with gentle fury. Before he could respond, she opened the door to Josh’s room, pushed the father inside, and closed it behind him.
The room was completely dark and reeked of the sweaty socks and pre-deodorant scent of a preteen boy. Howard stumbled blindly in the black, tripping over unknown items until he reached the room’s lamp and was able to turn it on. The boy’s room was a mess of dirty clothes tossed every which way, action figures and comics strewn about, and easy to trip on balls from the various Josh played dangerously spread all over. The walls were covered in superhero posters; the majority of which featuring Superman- a long time favorite of Josh.
Josh was in his bed. The boy wasn’t curled up in a ball or crying like Howard imagined- though his slightly puffy eyes showed he was crying earlier. He simply sat on his bed, staring at his ceiling with his arms crossed. His brow was furrowed in uncertainty, frustration, and, of course, anger at his father.
“So…” Howard started, sitting on the edge of the boy’s bed. “I heard you had quite a day.”
“Yep.” Was the boy’s curt reply. He didn’t look his father’s way.
Unable to help it, Howard began to tear up. “Joshy, I- I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I’ve been lying to you for so long.”
“Yep.” Josh repeated, trying not giving his father the slightest bit of emotion. In his head he kept replaying the day’s events. The bragging of the other boys did as they flashed their wieners to each other. His instant confusion on why their penises looked wrong, only to realize that theirs looked right and it was his own smooth, pink-slitted “penis” that was the “wrong” one. The embarrassment of being mocked by some of the other boys about being shy because of what they assumed was a small penis. The confusion of not knowing why his was different; did he get in an accident as a kid and his Dad not tell him? Was he really a boy?
“Look, Joshy, you’re different…but not in a bad way. I didn’t tell you because…because…” Howard let it all out. He told Josh everything: about his mother’s leaving them, and his fears of others being cruel to the boy. About how his many rules and hovering were so Josh would never find out the truth about his privates until he was 13. He begged his son for forgiveness for all the lies that he told and made Ms. Berry tell too. For the first time in his life he was completely honest with the boy. And when Josh, finally looking at his dad, asked if all the lies were because his dad was ashamed of him, Howard burst into sobs assuring his son that he could never be ashamed of him.
Josh couldn’t help but let his own tears flow. He hiccupped an, “Am- am I girl? Was I born a girl?”
“No.” Howard’s reply was firm. “All boys are different, and you’re not the only boy with one.”
“What- really?”
“Yes, I mean it.” Howard said, “You can never know what someone has. Heck, Superman might have a vagina too and we just don’t know it.”
“DAD!” Josh groaned, devastated his dad said the ‘v-word’, but also relieved that superhero talk had entered the conversation. Things were getting too emotional for the near-teen.
“Hey, you never know! It might be the common thing on Krypton for most boys to have vaginas.” Howard laughed, causing another groan to release from Josh. “Superman might have a big, invulnerable vagina! For all you know you’re just like Superman!”
“Please stop saying vagina, dad!” the boy begged, a smile emerging on his face. He finally rose from his bed and joined his dad at the edge of the bed. The boy let out an unsure sigh and said, “I…I don’t feel like a girl. I don’t look like one either…but…”
“You’re a boy, son.” Howard said, ruffling his son’s short hair. “I’d love you no matter what, but you’re a boy, kiddo. Look at this disgusting room. Do you think a girl would be this gross?”
The laugh that erupted from Josh was loud, bright and sincere. Soon both father and son were laughing and rubbing away any remnants of crying on their faces as they settling into their new lives of no secrets.
“If it makes you feel any better your dad was born with a tail.” Howard said, elbowing his son.
“No way!”
“Yes way. Had to get it surgically removed as a kid. You can still see a scar from where it was.” Howard lifted the back of his shirt a little to show his son that there was indeed a scar at the base of his spine.
Josh couldn’t help but laugh. “Jeez, we’re a family of freaks!”
“No, son. I’m the freak. You’re a perfectly normal boy.”
Howard could see the weight lift of Josh’s shoulders as his son smiled. It spread into a big, goofy grin- the one Howard was accustomed to seeing. The grin that let him know the boy would be okay. Grinning too, Howard pulled his son into a hug, making the boy groan again.
“I love you, you know.” Howard gushed. “So, so much!”
“Yea, yea. I forgive you.” Josh said, patting his dad’s back before adding mischievously. “But you DID lie to me. In a big way. Like, super big.”
“Ha! I see where this is going. What are your demands?”
Josh thought for a moment then hopped up. Pacing in front of his father, he began listing off demands on his fingers. “I want to be able to use my laptop whenever, not just on weekends. And no more parent controls on the internet. I also want to be able to stay up past 10PM. Also, I want to go to the comic con next month and have a cool costume to wear!”
“That’s a no to staying up past ten, but I’ll lighten up on to the parent controls for the internet.” Howard responded, stroking his chin. “I can’t see the harm in letting you use your laptop during the week; just no gaming for more than an hour a day.”
“And comic con?” Josh leaned forward, bright-eyed.
“Hmm…It’s on a school day, right? Well… I did lie pretty big, didn’t I? Looks like you have to go!”
“YES!” Josh hollered, punching the air. Howard laughed as his son broke into a punching and kicking fit.
“Okay, okay. I’ll buy the tickets now, buddy.” Howard smiled. “I’ll ask Ms. Berry where she hid the laptop and bring it up to you. Just no gaming past an hour!”
“Got it!” Josh saluted. And with that Howard left his son’s room, happy as could be.
When he was completely alone, Josh’s hands flew straight to the front of his pants. “Stop it!” He grunted to himself, applying pressure to his crotch as if to suffocate his boy pussy into behaving.
It had been happening for months now. No matter what Josh was doing he would suddenly be struck by a foreign sensation in his crotch….in his pussy. A massive tingling- an intense pulsing sensation that made it hard for the boy to focus on anything but his privates until it had passed. And once it did pass and Josh stuck his hands down the front of his pants to see what was going on, he’d discover dampness on his briefs and a boy pussy that was slightly moist.
These tingling episodes were getting more frequent by the day, turning into body-pounding throbs at their worst. Josh was desperate to ask someone what was going on and his twelve year-old pride wouldn’t let him go to his father or Ms. Berry. That was why he had dared his friends at scouts to show their penises. He figured he’d show his penis too then ask the other boys if they were having the same weird feelings. His plan backfired immensely, obviously.
Josh sat on his bed and closed his eyes. He tried to ignore the intense drumming that came from his privates, but to no avail. He squeezed his pussy harder through his pants, hoping the pressure would relive the THUMP THUMP THUMP temp pounding within his crotch.
He hoped Ms. Berry would arrive with his laptop soon. He had no intention of spending the night gaming. He planned on finding answers for what he was going through. He planned on finding help.