Dad hadn't bothered to dress either. I dropped a comment about Izzy's whole family being nudist but Mom didn't bite.

* * * * *

After breakfast Izzy had to get dressed and go home for some kind of family thing. We promised to keep in touch, though.

Back upstairs I spread out my seven new kilts and my four pairs of women's-like shoes. Looking them over, I couldn't believe what I'd done. Were these my normal clothes now? Had loss of my bits sent me in a feminine direction? Did it affect everyone that way? I wasn't exactly the only guy who'd gone to kilts. Lance wore them. I'd seen a mall cop wearing one. Men's departments had them for sale. The style section and the store ads in the newspaper presented them as normal post-male attire.

And I'd already worn a kilt to school two days. If I backed out, people might see me as a wimp. Or was I a wimp for wearing a kilt?

For a while I visualized combinations of shirts, kilts, and shoes. Then I slipped into the khaki kilt from Nichol's and tried an assortment of shirts from my closet.

Floppy shirts made me look floppy all over and I didn't like that. A kilt would never be as trim as my pants had been, and I wanted to look trim somewhere. So, tight shirts. Most of those were old -- things I'd almost grown out of -- but somehow I found a few that didn't look too bad.

Then I slipped on the navy blue mules, checked myself out in the mirror, and nearly went nuts. The red pumps were no better. What had those girls talked me into?

Then again, the kilts were my mom's idea. My dad had reinforced their validity, and he hadn't balked at the bag my mom had given me. Girls seemed fascinated with my legs. Maybe the die was cast before I'd ever gone shopping with Noreen and Mandy.

My old clothes, of course, were still in the closet. I could put them on any time. But more and more, it seemed normal for my legs to be so bare. Slowly, it seemed, I was getting used to my new overall look from the waist down. I took a spin, watched in the mirror, and didn't puke. In fact, I was starting to like myself that way.

* * * * *

Just before lunch Cliff arrived wearing his usual combination of t-shirt, lycra shorts, and sneakers. The shorts were blue and white, extremely form-fitting, and definitively on the short side. The shiny fabric emphasized his butt and his utterly flat crotch.

"Uh, Troy, do you know anyone who seems to have an extra package?" he asked right away.

"You mean, like, two cocks and four balls?" I asked him as evenly as I could. The very question seemed unthinkable.

"No, just anyone with an extra set," he explained. "See, my sister Elise took mine to a slumber party at her friend Quincy's house, and I guess they were fooling around with them, and then Elise forgot to bring them home this morning. So I was wondering, those girls you were with yesterday, did they mention anything about an extra package?"

"No, Noreen and Mandy tried to borrow mine on Monday but I said no. We went to the mall yesterday but they didn't ask again, or say anything. Doesn't you sister have any ideas?"

"I tried calling around but it was Quincy's party and Elise didn't know everyone. We tried calling Quincy but she's not answering."

"I'll help you anyway I can," I offered, even though I definitely wasn't ready to loan him my stuff.

"I know who three of the girls were," Cliff stated. "I thought maybe we could go to their houses."

"Maybe I should change," I hesitated.

"It'll be quicker if you don't," Cliff decided, and so I stuffed my stuff into one of the new bags and off we went.

* * * * *

The first girl on the list was named Gina and she lived on a fairly busy street. A hairy man in front-fly jeans met us at the door.

"Uh, hi, my name is Cliff and this is my friend Troy. My sister left something at Quincy's slumber party last night and we're hoping Gina might know something about it."

"Who's your sister?"

"Elise."

"Why isn't she here?"

"The thing she left belongs to me."

"OK, but first I gotta check. Drop 'em, or lift 'em, or whatever."

We did, although it was strange dropping trou (or lifting kilt) right there on the front porch. A couple of cars slowed down but we were facing away from them.

"All right, you guys pass," the guy decided. "Gina, two flat guys are here. Do you want to see them?"

As few moments later Gina came to the door in a sports bra and exercise shorts. "C'mon on in," she told us, and then she took a seat on the living room couch.

"You, c'mere," she told me. "Sit on my lap. No, facing me. Lift up your skirt."

"It's a kilt," I insisted, but then I lifted it just the same. She reached behind my waist and pulled me closer, so my flat spot was touching her abs. Her dad walked by and nearly gave me a heart attack, but he just snorted and kept on walking. Maybe that's why he'd checked us out.

"You have great legs," Gina told me while stroking my thigh. Of course nothing came of it.

"What's going on here?" Cliff insisted.

"Noreen, Mandy, and Brenda all said you were good," Gina told me in a way that Cliff could overhear.

"My sister Elise was at Quincy's slumber party with you last night," Cliff interrupted. "I guess she brought my bits and then left them behind. Do you know what happened to them? Are you paying attention?"

"Yeah, Elise called me about that already, but I guess you guys are looking too. Anyway, that was a great set." Then she turned to me and suggested, "Why don't you rock a little bit?" To keep her talking, I did. "No, forward and back," she insisted.

"That was my set," Cliff explained urgently. "Do you still have them, or do you know who might?"

"No, we were just passing them around. We were up all night, you know, and this morning we kind of slipped out one by one. I might've been asleep. Quincy doesn't have 'em, huh? Pull off my bra, wouldya?"

"Does she have a habit of keeping guy's bits?" Cliff asked.

"Not that I know of," she replied, and then she turned to me and urged, "Keep rocking."

"Does anyone else?" Cliff inquired.

"Keep bits? No one at the party, at least I don't think so. We mostly have dads and brothers we can borrow from. We were careful with it and used a condom. Does that help? C'mon, it's OK to feel my tits," Gina replied.

"I guess it cuts down the possibilities," Cliff said. "Anyway, we have to get going."

When I tried to get up, though, Gina held me back.

"To be continued," she demanded breathlessly.

* * * * *

"What's with you and Gina?" Cliff asked as we headed to the car.

"Beats the hell, except that girls have been coming on to me all week. I guess they know I'm safe, and they say they like my legs."

"How are your legs better than mine?" Cliff countered.

"Beats the hell," I stated again. "Maybe I'm showing more. Maybe it's the kilt."

"These are skin shorts, man. I'm pretty much showin' everything or, um, nothing, ah, you know what I mean."

"I dunno, man. They're girls. Who can figure 'em out? Oh damn!"

"What?"

"I forgot my bag."

* * * * *

The second partygoer was a girl named Kate. She answered the door without opening it, and then waved us in front of the living room window and checked us out from there. I think Cliff was getting tired of pulling his shorts down and up, but afterward she let us in.

Kate's appearance was surprising to say the least. She was wearing a feed store hat, bib overalls, a plaid flannel shirt, and plow boots!

"Hi, guys. What do you think of my costume? I act with a community theater and this is for my next part. It happens in farm country and I've raised a prize-winning hog!" she beamed.

"I'm surprised you were so careful about letting us in when you have all those clothes on," Cliff remarked.

"Oh, yeah, well my dad and my brother are both separated, and so my mom and I are pretty casual most of the time."

Briefly, Cliff explained the problem of his missing bits.

"No, I didn't take 'em, and I didn't see anyone else take them either," Kate stated clearly.

"Is there any chance they're lying around somewhere?" Cliff pressed.

"We have no loose bits around here," Kate told him while checking out me, my legs, and my kilt. "My mom keeps 'em locked up, even my dad's and my brother's."

"Can I see them, just to check?" Cliff asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. Mom! This guy Cliff needs to look at the bits!"

A few minutes later Kate's mom swept into the room wearing a lace burgundy bra and panty set, and she was a knockout. Tiny waist, flat stomach, rippled abs, large high tits, firm round butt, protruding mons, sex organs, the whole deal. That certainly didn't count as casual around our house but oh well. She obviously wasn't doing it to turn anyone on.

"Mom, these are Cliff and Troy. Cliff's sister lost his bits at Gina's party lat night, and he want to make sure they didn't get mixed up with ours."

"I understand, and sorry I took so long coming out," Kate's mom apologized. "I was just checking to see if they were ready to attach. They're not, so it's safe. Oh, and I threw these things on, just in case. Well, c'mon, they're this way.

Kate's mom led us to a hall closet, inside of which was a locked drawer, inside of which was a locked cage containing two packages. Both were way bigger than Cliff's had ever been.

"No, those definitely aren't mine," Cliff confirmed. "And, ah, I guess you're sure there aren't any others around the house."

"That's right. If there were, I'd smell 'em," Kate's mom affirmed. "But you, do you have to go now?" she asked me directly. "If not, you're welcome to hang around here for a while. I'm sure Kate's finished with that ridiculous costume."

"Uh, no, really, I'm driving and the two of us have a couple more stops to make."

"Well, c'mon back now, y'hear?" she flirted.

"OK, maybe," I temporized, and then Cliff and I started creeping for the door.

"That goes for me, too," Kate told me in a loud whisper. "Maybe you could be in the play."

"I'll keep it in mind," I told her, and then we were out.

* * * * *

"Dude, how'd you get to be such a chick magnet?" Cliff asked me outside.

"I don't know, man," I told him. "A lot of things happened in the last week."

* * * * *

The third girl on our list was someone named Phaedra.

Her mom answered the door in a housecoat, then gave us the third degree, then let Phaedra give us the third degree, and then let us in. Another woman, the same age and dressed the same, observed from behind.

"So, you're still looking for your package?" Phaedra asked.

"Yes, if you know anything about where it might be, I'd sure appreciate it," Cliff replied.

"Well, we do have a couple that we share, but neither is new. Do you want to look at them?"

"Sure," we replied, and then Phaedra led us to a dry aquarium on a living room shelf. In it were two dicks and associated balls. A sheet of clear plastic kept them apart.

"One of my moms bought them at a swap meet," Phaedra explained, "Other than that, none of us knows where they came from. But it wasn't last night, and so they aren't yours," she told Cliff.

We believed her. One of the purchased packages was black and the other was circumcised. Cliff was neither.

"Do you have a dad or a brother?" I asked.

"No, just my moms and my sister."

"Then how do you, uh, keep them alive?"

"We go grocery shopping, and then we cook it and eat it," Phaedra stated wryly.

"No, I mean these…"

"I know. When they're ready they stick to anybody," Phaedra assured us.

"Anywhere," one of her moms added.

"That's why we have to keep them separated," Phaedra explained. "But you! Where'd you get those legs? And I like that skirt!"

"It's a kilt."

"Whatever. You remind me of a girlfriend I once had. And Brenda says you're fun. You wanna go somewhere?"

"Like where?"

"My room, the bathroom, the kitchen, the back yard…"

"Sorry, Cliff and I need to get going," I told her, and then we said goodbye and left.

Phaedra watched me through the window and did the thumb-and-pinky on the ear-and-mouth thing.

Cliff just glared.

* * * * *

On our way home Elise called to tell us Quincy had finally started returning her calls. Quincy told Elise that she didn't know anything helpful, but we headed for her house anyway.

We got lucky. Quincy and the two remaining party girls, Holly and Fallon, were all there. As usual we had to answer twenty questions and do a bit of show and tell.

Inside, none of the girls claimed to know anything. As we were talking, though, Quincy's brother Ziggy tiptoed past with a huge bulge in his fly-front pants. Quincy rolled her eyes in resignation.

"Ziggy, are you walking around with an extra package again?" she asked.

"Maybe," he admitted.

"Well there's your stuff," Quincy told Cliff. "My dumb brother has this fascination with double sex organs. You know, two dicks and four balls. Care to show us, Ziggy"

Grinning sheepishly, he did. Damn! There he was with two packages while I had none! It hardly seemed fair.

"How long have you had it on?" Cliff demanded.

"I dunno, I suppose an hour or two," Ziggy replied. "It'll probably come off pretty soon. You can wait and then I'll give it back to you."

We ended up waiting an hour, during which both of us wished Ziggy's own dick would fall off. Meanwhile, all three girls made advances on me. I didn't respond that much, though, partly for the obvious reason, partly because it had started to get boring, and partly because all Cliff got was polite conversation.

"OK, here you go, sorry for the misunderstanding," Ziggy apologized as he handed back Cliff's package.

"It looks different," Cliff objected.

"So does mine. That what happens when you have two at once. They both end up looking the same, like twins," Ziggy explained, and then Cliff nearly hit him. It sure made me curious about Phaedra, her moms, and their swap-meet packages, though.

* * * * *

Gina gave Cliff a lunch bag for his package and then we headed back to his house. On the way Cliff took out his package, examined it up close, and complained, "This sucks."

"At least you got it back," I consoled him.

"Yeah, but it's different now. It's never gonna be the same. And this could happen again. What if my sister, or one of her friends, or another guy puts it on again? It'd change some more. What if I couldn't recognize my own dick anymore?"

"You could have it serial numbered," I offered, "or just keep it in a locked place."

"Yeah, I'm gonna do that," Cliff resolved. "And what's with you again? Those girls were crawling all over you and all I got was talk."

"Talking, touching, giving sex: it all feels the same. Nothing. You should know that."

"It may not be arousing, but it's still exciting, or at least interesting," Cliff retorted.

"Maybe those skin shorts aren't workin' for you," I suggested, and then I noticed I'd forgotten my bag again.

"Oh damn," I cursed half-heartedly, after which I dropped Cliff at the curb and headed back to Gina's.

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