It seemed deathly quiet and I lay there with the blanket pulled up beneath my chin wondering why no one had come to wake me. Still, the bed felt so clean and soft that my fear couldn't last long. I glanced to my right and saw a small, stuffed brown teddy bear smiling into nowhere. Grinning childishly, I let one of my arms slip from the blankets, pulling the bear halfway back under the covers and holding it against my bare chest, snuggling it against my neck. This was a very immature thing to do, even for a boy my age and I knew it, but it felt nice to have a soft, furry friend.

After a few minutes of smiling with the bear, I looked around more openly at the room. Apart from the brightness of the morn- ing, it looked the same as it had the night before and I felt reassured that no one had come in during the night. I wondered if it would be okay for me to look around the room and looked into the bear's eyes for an answer. He didn't say anything, however, and I finally put him back on the bed. Swallowing uncertainly, I slipped my legs from beneath the blankets and let them dangle over the side of the bed, sitting there with my white silk panties the only thing separating me from nakedness.

I sat there for a long moment as if expecting a dozen guards to come tearing into the room to beat me for my bravado. When none came, however, I felt emboldened enough to push myself off the bed and jump down onto my legs. Again I stood there testing for reactions and again the room and house remained silent. With an impish grin at my fears, I walked over to the large wardrobe against the wall. It was huge compared to me and I doubted I would be tall enough to use it very well. Still, its size seemed to beg curiosity and I was very curious about what lay inside.

I opened one of the doors and leaned my head down to peer in as if being cautious not to let any monsters jump out. When none did, I stood back up and pulled the door wide, my other hand instantly moving over to pull open the other door. It was made of mahogany, deeply stained and beautiful. Inside, just within my reach, were shelves and cubby holes, all empty. Below them were several drawers and I tested each one again with no discov- eries.

When I looked up, however, I found that the inside of the doors each had full length mirrors on them. This was a find indeed for I was astonished to discover that I didn't know what I looked like. I saw the small, skinny boy in the mirror looking at me with as much curiosity as I looked at him. He/I had long blond hair, the silky strands falling down into my eyes and curling slightly against my neck, though not so long that it reached my thin, pink shoulders. Beneath my bangs, my eyes were a pale blue gazing out beneath long, black eyelashes, so long they almost looked like I had mascara on. My face was pale but flushed slightly at the cheeks, the skin as smooth and unble- mished as any I might imagine. Oddly, I felt a pang of jealousy in my heart for the face in the mirror, though even I knew that it was mine. I thought I was very cute.

Below my face, round but angularly shaped like a young boy's, my neck looked very thin; not skeletal thin, but seeming too slender to support my head which I thought now looked too big for me. I had no adam's apple or anything to break the smooth, slenderness of my neck. It joined to my thin shoulders between the hard ridges of my collarbones, just above the small, childish mounds of my immature chest. My arms dangled long and slender, without any rippling sign of muscle or the slightest silver hair. At their end, my hands hung limply, looking too large for the thinness of my wrists and forearms. My nipples looked very little, colored a childish pink that contrasted beautifully against the pale softness of my small chest. I had so little muscle, my little chest swelling almost imperceptibly beneath my nipples before fading smoothly into the gentle ripples of my ribs. These didn't poke out, but they were visible beneath my smooth, pale skin. Gazing still farther down, my rib cage led to a thin, baby soft stomach, my belly button looking small and cute against the smooth skin. The panties were so skimpy that my belly was visible almost down to the mound between my legs and the skin looked unbelievably smooth and soft. I felt myself absently licking my lips as I gazed at it......(cont)