Once they were inside his house, Barry led Martina to a bedroom.

Barry headed straight to the dresser in what was obviously a girl's room and pulled open a drawer.

"Here, put this on," Barry instructed, flexing his bicep as a handed Martina a white t-shirt and super short, faded cut-off jean shorts.

She smiled slightly and took the clothes from Barry, worried that the shorts were so small they might no be sufficient to cover her male genitalia.

"They're my sister's clothes, I think they'll fit you, hopefully, they won't be too tight. I'll walk out and you can change. Then we'll put your dress in the washer. We can hang out here until it's clean. My mom has peach flavored soju in the fridge, would you like a bottle?"

"Soju, what's that," Martina inquired.

"A delicious bamboo filtered alcohol from Japan or Vietnam, or maybe Korea . . . Yeah, it's from South Korea, I think. One of those squinty-eyed countries."

Alcohol? Martina asked herself. She contemplated whether she should accept or not before responding with a shrug, "Sure, I guess."

Alcohol was something else she had never done before. Today was turning out to be full of firsts.

Barry left the room to get the soju with an excited grin across his face, something Martina didn't notice.

Martina felt completely relaxed with Barry. She was enjoying hanging out with someone who made her feel comfortable and wasn't making fun of her or picking on her like everyone did to Marty.

Just as he said he would, he stayed gone from the room long enough to allow her the privacy to change.

Once she had the high waisted, cut-off jean shorts on over her hose, she realized they were quite tight, and left her feeling very uncomfortably exposed, but she had no other choice, they'd have to do.

She slipped the midriff exposing tee-shirt on and noticed how far the tail of the shirt stood out from her belly, thanks to her 'breasts'. This was something she had never experienced before and it made her feel a little uncomfortable, so she tried tucking the bottom of the shirt into her shorts, but found it was just too short to accomplish that.

She gathered her things and headed back into the hallway with the dress and her mom's boots in hand.

Barry let out a quick, approving whistle in response to the sight of Martina when she walked out of the bedroom.

With a grin he cracked the lid on a bottle of soju, took a swig then handed it to Martina. He then led her to the laundry room where they put the dress in the machine and added detergent.

"Martina took a tiny sip of the soju and pulled away with a sour frown.

Barry laughed as she handed him the bottle back.

"Where's the dryer," Martina asked, looking around.

"Right here," Barry responded, pointing to the front-loading machine he had just put her dress into, the only laundry machine in the room. "I told you it's a combo unit. It washes and dries your clothes, all in the same machine.

"Wow," Martina replied, impressed with this technological marvel she had never heard of.

Barry tossed in a laundry pod, pressed a couple of buttons and started the cycle.

"So what do we do now," Martina inquired.

She barely got the question out before Barry had turned back around and grabbed her around the waist.

Pulling their bodies together, he quickly spun them around so Martina's back was towards the washer. Pinning her against the machine, he simultaneously pressed his lips to hers, giving her a lingering kiss.

It all happened so fast Martina was taken by surprise. This shocked her and she didn't have time to think or react. Definitely didn't consent to what was happening.

Martina's shoes slipped out of her hand, and fell to the floor with a thud, jarring her back to reality. Her first thought, first instinct was to pull away, slap him and run, maybe even knee him in the groin.

Knowing all too well how a knee to the balls felt, she knew she couldn't bring herself to go that far, but she also knew she couldn't leave without her mom's dress. Her mom would definitely notice that dress missing and would ask questions.

Martina had never kissed another person in her life. Well, other than goodnight kisses with her parents at bedtime when she was younger, and this.

In all honesty, she had to admit this felt nice, even if she was being forced against her will to kiss another guy. It didn't gross her out nearly as much as she would have thought it would.

Just then he parted her lips with his tongue and began to kiss her more passionately.

She suddenly found herself becoming slightly aroused and she allowed those feelings to cloud her mind. This meant she didn't do what she should have done, which is push him away, knee him in the groin, grab the wet dress out of the washer and run.

With his strong hands still on either side of her waist, Barry used the strength of his massive arms to quickly and easily lift her up. Before she even knew what was happening, he had her sitting on the edge of the washing machine.

He forced her knees apart as he slipped between them, pulled her closer, and immediately began kissing her again while slowly gliding his fingers up one of her silky hose covered legs. This caused a tingling sensation to spread throughout her body, a feeling that was more exciting than anything she had ever felt before.

Her heart pounded in her chest and more than anything, she wanted to run, but Barry was physically much larger and stronger than her. Martina knew she'd never be able to get away from him now, especially not from this position.

She could feel his abs pressing against her crotch, putting pressure on her erection and his hand slowly getting closer and closer to discovering her secret.

Oh, my, Martina thought, He's gonna find out I'm a boy, then he'll beat me for sure. I gotta get out of here.

In a desperate panic, she pushed him back with all her might and when he was clear of her knees she pulled her feet up and with all her might, forcefully planted both in the center of his chest, knocking him to the floor.

She hopped down off the washer and headed for the door. Just as she reached the door that lead to outside she realized she hadn't grab her shoes or gotten the dress.

Martina stopped and before she could turn around Barry was back up off the floor and behind her, placing a hand on either of her shoulders. He applied downward force, trying to push her to her knees.

He stepped around in front of her and continued to push.

"Oh yeah, baby, get on your knees."

Instead of obediently dropping to her knees out of fear, as Barry assumed she would, Martina instead forcefully twisted her shoulders left and right, trying to shimmy away from his grasp.

"Whoa. You're not going where you think you're going," he shouted, reestablishing his grasp on her shoulders. "You're going nowhere, but down."

"No," she uttered, her voice trembling.

"No? What do you mean, no?"

"I don't want to do this," Martina replied pulling away more forcefully this time, freeing herself from his grasp.

"You done got me aroused, bee-ach, get back here and finish, you damn cock tease."

"I got you aroused? I-I didn't do anything. I didn't kiss you, you forcefully kissed me. Give me my mo--um, my dress. I'm out of here."

Martina turned around and lunged forward, grabbed her shoes up off the floor, and tried to open the washing machine.

She quickly discovered the door wouldn't open, it was locked.

Barry took this opportunity to grab her around the waist and threw her to the floor.

"Fuck you, bitch," he yelled.

As Martina tumbled down, she struck her head on the corner of the washer and blacked out . . .