Karens Toy

This story involves semi-voluntary crossdressing and feminization along with occasional depictions of graphic sexual activities and debauchery between persons of various ages and genders. If you are a minor, or you find such things offensive and/or you live in a location where reading and/or possession of literature about such things are illegal, please go away! What are you doing here anyway?!?

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Karen's Toy Chapter One

Karen was an unusual person, not exactly strange, but not run of the mill either. She found everything except for the most defining aspect of males disgusting and found herself more attracted to other girls in every other aspect. She wasn't exactly a lesbian either, because girls lacked having a penis. Otherwise she might have been considered one.

Fairly early in her life she had discovered how easy it was to use her femininity to manipulate males, especially if they were somewhat submissive to begin with. As she had approached puberty, she realized that she could make most boys and even many adult men do just about anything she wanted by little more than a quick little partial flash of a bra covered boob and a teasing wink. She'd learned how, in most cases, to lead them around by their libidos without them even realizing what she was doing.

As her sexuality began to really flower, the auburn haired lass started having dreams, both sleeping and daydreaming, of making boys dress and act like girls. By the time she was fifteen, she had discovered "femdom", forced feminization and "shemale" porn sites and found the imagery there excited her beyond belief. The combination of what appeared to be girls with cocks in various sexual situations and combinations of partners fit her fantasies perfectly. The only problem was that, living in her small community, she knew nobody like that.

Shortly before the end of her junior year of high school, an idea occurred to her and she decided to act on it, taking a leap of faith. There was a blonde haired boy one grade behind her who was somewhat on the small side and someone everyone else always picked on. Additionally, puberty was obviously taking its sweet time in his case.

Dave, on the other hand, was shy and reserved. He held a secret he didn't dare let anyone else know about, because, if he did, his life would be over. He would forever after be bullied, insulted, ostracized and beaten up by anyone who felt like it and nobody would even lift a finger to stop it.

At least that was what he believed.

His secret was that he loved wearing girl's clothes whenever he could get away with it. In fact, he really wished he was girl and couldn't stand knowing that anytime now he was going to start growing a beard and his voice was going to start dropping, possibly suddenly. Although he wished it with all his heart that he could somehow actually become a girl, the fear of the consequences he was certain would result from anyone finding out about his deepest desire consumed him even more - especially anyone at school.

On the Friday just before the last week of the school year and while both were waiting to be picked up from school, she walked over to him and struck up a conversation.

"Hi. I'm Karen," she offered.

"I'm Dave," he replied, a little off balance at being approached by this older and quite attractive girl.

"Would you like to come over to my place and hang sometime after school?" she asked, flirtatiously.

"Sure, I guess," he replied, a little confused and trying to see in her hazel eyes if this was some kind of set up. Since first grade he'd been something of a social outcast. He expected to be abused and bullied by other students. The girls who'd been his friends when very young had long since moved away and the rest generally didn't talk to him. In fact they usually completely ignored him. Boys, on the other hand, preferred punching his face to talking to him.

"Tell you what," she said, trying to find the right balance between sweetness and saccharine in her voice and acting a little coy. "Why don't you come home with me when my Mom gets here. I'm sure your Mom won't mind, if we ask her first."

"If you think it's okay with your Mom, I guess it should be all right," intrigued and a little excited, but still slightly suspicious.

Just about that time, her mother drove up and pulled up to the curb. She was a striking woman, still dressed in her tailored business suit, her auburn hair in a tight bun on her head. Leaning in toward the driver's window, Karen asked, "Hey, Mom? I just invited my friend, Dave here, to come over this afternoon. Do you think it would be okay?"

"Sure, honey," her mother responded, delighted to see her daughter taking an interest in someone. "As long as you two behave and don't do anything you know you shouldn't. Why don't you invite him for dinner too?"

"Great!" Karen said, straightening up. "We have to check with his Mom first. Be right back."

Walking over to Dave, she said, "She says it's okay. In fact she suggested you stay for dinner too. Go see what your Mom says."

Seeing his mother drive up, he walked over to her car, Karen close behind.

He briefly looked again at Karen and decided this was just too wonderful an opportunity to pass up. She was one of the prettiest girls in the school and she was asking him to go to her house and to stay for dinner! As unbelievable as it was to him, he couldn't take the chance on missing out because he was afraid it might be something other than it looked like it was.

When he asked her, Dave's mother, Cynthia, was equally delighted to see her son finally finding a friend and only too pleased to say "Yes, certainly," as she brushed a stray lock of her long brunette hair from her eyes. Rightfully or not, she had felt at least partially responsible for his failure to find acceptance from his peers. It wasn't really her fault either, as she had her own issues to deal with and they directly involved his inception.

While she was still an adolescent and a virgin, she had been violently raped. Dave was the result. Her father, a widower and evangelical Christian, had frequently been critical of her "inappropriate" attire. He had further believed that she had brought the entire incident on herself and thereafter kicked her out of his house for being a "whore". Her only sister, instead of supporting her, had sided completely with their father.

While she didn't blame Dave for the circumstances of his conception and loved her son with all of her heart, Susan had no love for men in general and had never had an adult relationship with anyone since. As a result of this, she was certain she had failed to provide him with any kind of adequate male role model. At the same time, she had clung to him since his birth, as he was by then the only person in her life.

Soon, Dave found himself seated in the backseat of Karen's mother's car, with Karen turned around facing him. "So, you've got Mr. Phillips for Algebra II this year. I had him last year. What do you think of him?"

"He's okay, I guess."

"Math was never really my best subject before I had him," she added. "Somehow he seemed to make it make sense to me, so at least I got a decent grade in a math class for a change."

As the conversation continued, Karen's mother, Susan, mused on the fact that her daughter had invited this boy home. She herself was basically bi-sexual with a definite preference for women, as Karen was fully aware (her mother having previously had a couple significant and open lesbian relationships). Karen had never seemed all that interested in boys or girls and Susan hoped that maybe she was finally figuring things out; although this boy seemed anything but masculine in bearing or physique.

Chapter Two

As they entered their house, a three bedroom ranch style house on a half acre lot, Karen said to her Mom, "We're going to go study for a chemistry final we have on Monday. See you in a little while." She then led Dave back into her bedroom.

Dave saw no reason to point out to her mother, Susan, that all finals were already over for the year and that he wasn't even in her chemistry class. He was far too excited about actually getting to be alone with an attractive girl in her bedroom to worry about details like that. It was definitely a girl's bedroom, with pink and lavender flowers on the wallpaper, the same color themed comforter on her four poster canopied bed; a collection of dolls lining one wall. In other words, a room he would have loved to have had for his own.

Karen, knowing that her mother would probably poke her head in before long, opened her chemistry book and spread it out along with some of her papers on her bed, inviting Dave to sit across from her.

"Want to have fun?" she asked, teasingly.

"Sure," he replied, cautiously but hopefully. "What d'ya got in mind?"

"Let's wait until after my Mom checks in on us," Karen said, arranging the papers to look like they were exchanging notes on her bed. "She'll leave us alone for a while after that. Even better, if I know my Mom, she's gonna head out to get something for dinner. If she came to pick me up still dressed for work like that, she hasn't had time to start fixing anything; she's not really gonna want to cook, 'cause she had to work late; and, she's gonna go out to get something from a fast food place."

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Susan stuck her head in the door and said, "I have to pick up something for dinner and a few things from the store. I'll be back in an hour or so. You two behave until I get back, okay?" With that, she closed the door, left and headed out to the store.

Karen waited until she heard her mother's car pull out of the driveway and then, looking Dave in the eyes said, "I'm going to change out of my school clothes now. I just might let you stay in the room while I change, but only if you change too - and then put on everything I take off."

"Wh.., what?"

"I said," she responded as she actually started as if to pull off her dark green sweater. She paused, then articulated very carefully while looking him in the eye, "I'm going to change out of my school clothes now and I'll let you stay here in the room with me while I change, if and only if, you put on everything, and I mean everything I take off. First, you have to give me your solemn promise that in return for seeing me completely naked you'll put on every single thing I take off. If you do, I'll let you see me without anything on - and more than just a peek either. Otherwise..., no deal and you have to wait outside in the living room while I change.

"What'cha think? Gonna promise?"

Eager to see her naked and even more excited about getting to wear clothes she'd just been wearing, he really had no choice. Afraid as he was of revealing to her how excited he actually was about the idea of putting on her clothes, the combination of being to encouraged to do so along with the promise of watching her change, Dave was overwhelmed and agreed without hesitation.

In the past, he'd only crossdressed completely once. Besides that, he had several times worn panties and bras from his mother's drawer or some neighbor's laundry hamper while supposedly using their bathroom. He loved the feel and look of them and always got hard any time he wore, caught a glimpse of or even just thought about women's intimate wear.

They both started undressing, his shirt and shoes off in a flash and his pants dropping almost in unison with her black skirt. Dave, stopped momentarily at his white jockey shorts, amazed as he watch her unhook her forest green, satin and nylon bra, drop it on her bed and start to lower her matching French cut panties.

He wasn't sure which excited him more, the fact that he was about to wear that bra and those panties or seeing her gorgeous little naked breasts and now almost visible crotch. His eyes were fixated on her body, then her underwear, then back to her body. His cock was bulging out his tighty-whities with the most intense erection of his life thus far.

Noticing he'd stopped, she roused him from his reverie. "Those too," pointing at his bulging shorts, as she stepped out of her panties; eager to see the cause of that bulge in the flesh for herself. "Here," she went on, tossing them to him and facing him stark naked.

He finally took off his underwear and, trembling with excitement, pulled her panties on over his erect cock. He was barely able to keep the swollen and already aching-for-relief member contained in it, forcing it to the side somewhat uncomfortably. She then handed him the matching bra and helped him get it on, fastened, padded out and shaped with a pair of pantyhose in each cup and positioned properly. After that she helped him into the skirt and sweater she'd worn that day. "Shoes and necklace too," she added, handing them to him.

He slid on the somewhat tight sandals with the one inch heels and tried to stand still in them as she clasped the necklace behind his neck. Still naked at that point, she pulled a pair of white cotton panties, a white sports bra, a pair of sweat pants and a sweat shirt out of her dresser drawers and quickly slid them all on.

"Sit back on the bed," she ordered firmly. "This is something I overheard a couple of other girls talking about once, as a way to find out what their boyfriends' fantasies really were. I'm going to ask you some questions and I'm going to use your built in lie detector here to tell if your answers are truthful," she added as she slid her hand up under his skirt, ran her nails lightly along the length of and then rested that hand on his swollen member, gently squeezing it through the panties.

"Have you ever worn a girl's clothes before?" she asked bluntly.

He hesitated and then said haltingly, "Y..., yes."

"Whose and when?"

"A cousin's once when nobody was there."

"Any other times?"

"I've tried on some of my mother's things a few times when she wasn't home before."

"What if you could dress up in my clothes any time you came over? Would you like that?"

His cock twitched hard at the fantasy.

"I see you like that idea," she noted approvingly, giving it a light stroke.

"What if I made you wear girl clothes any time you came over?"

It twitched even harder and he groaned.

"What would you think if somebody like me forced you to dress like a girl all the time; 24/7/365 days a year from now on."

It twitched, he groaned and he involuntarily shuddered.

"What if they also made you take female hormones so that you grew real boobs and couldn't ever pass as a boy anymore?"

He came hard in the panties.

"That's all I needed to know," she said, releasing his cock, grabbing a handful of tissues and handing them to him. "Now clean yourself up while I get you a fresh pair of panties to wear."

She took the cum filled panties from him after he slid them off, held them up to her face, smelled his cum and took a quick little taste with the tip of her tongue. "Here, you taste it too," she ordered, holding them out to him. He hesitated and she pushed them toward him and added, "Taste it now, or do I have to force you?"

Quailing slightly, but still incredibly turned on by the fantasy she'd just incredibly recreated, he leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. She pushed it forward and wiped the rest of the cum off onto his tongue. "Now swallow." Then she added, "Good gurl!"

He shuddered at the thought of what he had just done. He's just tasted his own cum. That was something that wasn't done. Guys who did things like that were gay.

She tossed the soiled panties in her hamper and pulled out another French cut pair of panties in a lighter green from her drawer, handed them to him and said, "Here you go."

Then she started wiping the makeup off of her face with a wipe. Turning to him as she finished, she said, "Okay, I took off my makeup. Now it's time for you to put yours on!"

She helped him as he did so, especially with the eye makeup. After that, she spent a few minutes brushing his relatively short hair into a more feminine almost pixie cut appearance. Then, as he was standing up thinking he was through, she pulled off her pierced earrings. "These too," she said handing them to him.

He held the dangling pieces of silver and crystal attached to the posts in his hand quizzically. "But my ears aren't pierced," he complained, looking at them. "What the hell am I supposed to with these?"

"You promised," she responded, a hint of recrimination in her voice. "Either you let me pierce them here and now with an ice cube and a needle or later you have to promise let me take you all dressed up to the kiosk in the mall, at a time of my choosing, and get them pierced there."

"But, I..."

"No 'buts'," she cut him off firmly. "You promised. If you don't get them pierced, I'll tell everyone at school you break your promises and can't be trusted. That you 'welshed' on a bet."

"I didn't know I had to let you pierce my ears too when I agreed," he lamented, trying to think of a way to renege without appearing to do so. "You're not being fair."

"I don't care about that," she replied stiffly. "You already got to see me naked the whole time you were getting dressed in my things and I'm holding you to your promise. You're just lucky I'm not wearing any studs in the other holes I've got.

"I will tell you this though:" she went on, "that little ear piercing machine they've got down at the mall hurts a heck of a lot less than an ice cube and a needle. I know that from personal experience. Also, unless you want to have to go through having them pierced over and over again to able to wear them, once you do, you should leave some kind of pierced earrings in them for at least a couple of weeks before you take them out overnight. Otherwise the holes will close up and heal closed."

"I can't wear something this dangly and obvious in public anyway," he responded, resisting her demands. "Everyone will make fun of me."

"Well, you know, if you go to the mall to do it, they're gonna put in studs first and you have to leave those in for a several days before you can even change them anyway," she noted, smirking to herself. "Tell you what. If you choose to let me take you to the mall to get it done, I'll let you only have to wear the studs and not make you wear these."

"Less painful and I only have to wear studs instead," he thought to himself, weighing his options, but absentmindedly forgetting her condition that he again be dressed in her clothes at the time. "Maybe I can get away with simple posts without anybody thinking it' s too girly. I know some guys do; at least I know some guys used to do it all the time and none of them were gay."

"And all I have to do is get them pierced in the mall?" he was finally considering it. "Then I've fulfilled my promise?"

"So, does that mean you're opting for having it done at the mall then?" she responded, delighted that she could get him to agree to be crossdressed in public; even though she was sure he'd somehow overlooked that fact.

"I guess," he replied reluctantly, still hoping to find a way to stall her off completely.

"Okay," she responded cheerfully, very pleased with herself. "But, in that case, when you do, I also get to pick out the studs they use for you."

He tried vainly to figure out a way to make sure that never happened, thinking maybe he could just agree with her now and still get out of it later. It wasn't that he really minded the idea of having his ears pierced and being able to wear pierced earrings. In fact he would have loved to. He just knew everyone would see the holes, even if he took the studs out, and didn't want to be subjected to any more humiliation from the other kids in school than he inevitably would anyway.

"Why don't we go out to the kitchen and get something to drink?" Karen asked abruptly.

"Okay," he answered, getting ready to pull the sweater off over his head. "Let me change back into my own clothes first."

"Don't do that yet," she half ordered and half pleaded. "No one's going to see you."

"But, what if your Mom comes home?" he responded nervously.

"She won't be back for a while yet and you'll have plenty of time to change back before that," she reassured him, knowing full well that allowing him to change before her mother came home was not at all her intention.

"Okay, I guess," he relented, with a sigh. "But, I have to use your bathroom first."

"Oh, that's fine. Go out into the hall and it's the first door on the right. Just remember that you're a gurl now and that you have to sit down when you pee. I don't want you accidentally peeing on my skirt because you can't keep your thingy out of the way."

"Okay, I will," he said with a sigh of resignation, closing the bathroom door behind him.

As he closed the door to the bathroom, she quickly gathered up his clothes and hid them in the back of her closet. She then partially closed the door to her bedroom, hiding her bed from sight in the hallway so that he wouldn't notice. After that, she waited near the living room entry into the hall, so that he'd be sure to see her there and not have his attention drawn toward the bedroom.

Chapter Three

As soon as he was done in the bathroom, he came out and saw her beckoning him into the living room. Without even glancing in the direction of the bedroom, he followed her out into the living room and then the kitchen.

"Would you like some homemade lemonade?" she asked, pulling a couple of tumblers out of the cupboard and opening the refrigerator door. "It's made from real fresh lemons."

"Sure. Thanks," he responded. "That sounds good."

As she started pouring lemonade, she said to him, "Grab some ice cubes out of the freezer, would you."

"No problem," he replied, reaching into the freezer, as she, hidden from his view by the open freezer door, poured a healthy shot of vodka into his glass before filling it the rest of the way with lemonade.

Handing him the glass as he dropped a couple of ice cubes into each of the glasses, she said, "It's from our own tree, out back. I know it's a little bitter, but it's really very refreshing."

He took a sip and, being totally unused to the taste of alcohol, replied, "I see what you mean about it being a little bitter; although I'm not sure 'bitter' is quite the right word."

"Need a little more sugar?" she asked, holding up the sugar bowl.

"No," he answered with a wave. "This is fine It just seems a little strong, but it's sweet enough already."

In his usual fashion, he downed the glass rather rapidly, only pausing a couple of times before he finished it off.

"Want another?" she offered, holding out her hand.

"Sure," he replied, thinking it wasn't really that bad. In fact the taste kind of reminded him of the way his Mom's breath used to smell sometimes late at night. "Why not?"

This time, as he was momentarily distracted by a sudden slight alcohol induced dizziness, she put even more vodka in the glass before filling it with the remaining lemonade. As he took this glass, the effect of the alcohol he'd already had was just beginning to hit him. Since he was a complete novice at drinking alcoholic beverages, he was completely unaware that he was already becoming a more than just a little tipsy. He ignorantly downed the second glass even quicker - much quicker.

After that, Karen led the now rather drunk boy back out into her living room, sat him on the couch and started aggressively making out with him. She kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue into his mouth and sliding it in and out as he instinctively gently sucked on it. Then, she began stroking his fake tits through the sweater and said, "I really wish these were real, don't you?"

"Mmm hmm," he responded dreamily through his drunk haze, his fantasies in full gear and completely unrestricted by common or other appropriate senses.

"Don't you wish I'd make you take female hormones so your boobs would grow big like a real girl's?"

"Mmm hmm," he replied again, vaguely fantasizing about it happening.

"Wouldn't you like me to fuck you like you were a girl?"

"Whadda you mean?" he asked, his words beginning to slur as he drunkenly visualized himself having a vagina and being screwed.

"My Mom's got a couple of strap-on dildos. I could fuck you with one, just like you were a real girl."

"How jew do tha?" he asked out of curiosity, sadly aware in his drunken haze that he didn't have a vagina and having no idea what a 'dildo' was.

"Here, let me show you," she offered.

With that, she stepped over and grabbed a tube of lube from a drawer in the coffee table. Laying him back on the couch and lifting up his skirt, she started stroking his cock through the panties. She then eased the panties down over his again sizable erection and off. She squeezed a generous dollop of the lube onto each of her hand. She then began stroking his already hard penis with the lube covered fingers of her left hand.

Before he could reach a climax, she took the fingers of her right hand and started working them down between his legs. She briefly played with his perineum (the tissue behind his balls), gently massaging and occasionally pressing firmly in where a vagina might otherwise have been. She then started working it in circles around his anus, teasingly tantalizing the forbidden orifice. Finally, when Dave was finding himself so aroused by this he was almost ready to impatiently impale himself on the digits, she eased a well lubed finger into his butt hole and started slowly working it in and out as her other hand again began stroking his ever hardening shaft again in time with the intruding finger.

"Feel good?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"Oh, Gahh!" was all he could say, reacting to the incredibly pleasurably feeling his prostate was feeling from her finger stimulation.

"Think this is good," she said as she worked her penetrating finger faster and faster. "Just wait until you feel a dildo sliding in and out of there." "Or even better, a real cock," she added to herself. "Wouldn't that be a sight: two hot t-girls sucking and fucking each other right in front of me. Damn I'd love to see that."

All he could do was to stiffen up as an incredibly violent orgasm overtook him.

In anticipation of this, she already had a handful of tissues handy. She adeptly caught his cum in a couple of them and tossed them into the garbage in the kitchen before coming back to sit next to him on the couch.

"Now tell me," she said, as he lay there, still recovering from the intensity of his orgasm. "Don't you really wish I'd turn you into a girl?"

"Gozh, yes!" he said dreamily, still lost in the afterglow of his orgasm and fantasizing through the alcoholic haze.

"Don't you wish you had real boobies and had to dress like a girl all the time?"

"Ivv only..." he replied, still not really aware of what he was saying.

"Here, quick, get your panties back on," Karen abruptly said, hearing her mother's car pull into the driveway and handing them to him.

He stood briefly, swayed, almost falling as he pulled them up, smoothed down his skirt and then, his head really swimming, sat right back down with a plop.

Just then, Susan came in the door with a couple of bags in her hands.

"Hi, Mom," Karen called out cheerfully as she entered. "Guess who wishes he was a girl?"

Susan stood there momentarily motionless, looking at the crossdressed boy. Looking at him dressed like he was, she had to admit to herself that, even with his relatively short hair, he looked a lot more like a girl than he had like a boy when she'd first met him; and then he was dressed in his own clothes. In fact now, he was rather pretty and looked very much to be a girl.

"Is this true, Dave?" she asked, looking him in the eye.

"Mmm, I guezso," he responded, slurring his words.

"He's drunk!" she said, stiffening and looking at her daughter. "You got him drunk!"

"I just wanted to find out for sure it's what he really wanted and then to get him to accept the truth himself," Karen responded defensively.

"Well, obviously we can't send him home like this," Susan observed, shaking her head as she carried the bags into the kitchen. As she set the bags on the counter and began unpacking them, she added loudly enough to be heard in the living room, "At least we were already planning on him staying for dinner. Maybe somehow we can get him sobered up enough by the time he has to go. In the meantime, I've got dinner right here, so why don't you two girls come in here and get the table set so we can eat."

Karen helped Dave to his feet and had him "help" her set the table for dinner. He was almost more a hindrance than a help since he was so inebriated. As soon as they were done with that, Susan brought over a couple of plates with a single piece of fried chicken, a tablespoon of coleslaw, and a scoop of mashed potatoes with a little gravy on each.

Dave immediately dug in and started eating his piece of chicken like it was a race.

"Woah! Hold on there," Susan reacted, putting her hand on his wrist. "If you want to be a girl, you'd better learn to eat like one first. Slow down!"

Dave stopped himself and proceeded to eat more slowly, the words "if you want to be a girl" ringing some kind of an alarm in the back of his mind, somewhere through the fog. He just couldn't put a finger on it.

"That's better," Susan said reassuringly. "Don't want to ruin how pretty you look by acting like a boorish boy now, do you?

"You do look very pretty, you know," she added, pushing his hair back from his forehead. "You'd look even better if you let your hair grow out more and had it styled."

"See what I mean?" Karen interjected, a little too excitedly. "Dave really should have been a girl. I just wanted to help him admit it." Actually, she could care less about what he wanted. What she wanted was to see his hairless naked body with full feminine boobs, womanly hips and a stiff cock - whatever it took to make that happen.

As far as Susan could tell, eating didn't seem to be sobering the boy up at all and finally she said, "We still can't send him home like this. I'm going to call his mother and ask if he can stay the night here tonight. It's the weekend tomorrow, so there probably won't be a problem - I hope."

Chapter Four

After getting Dave's address and his mother's cell phone number, she called Cynthia. "Hello, Mrs. Sanders. This is Karen's Mom. I was wondering if it would be all right for Dave to spend the night here with us. We have a spare room and I can bring him home in the morning."

"But he doesn't have any pajamas or a change of clothes with him," Cynthia responded. "He doesn't even have his toothbrush."

"Why don't I just come over and pick up a few things for him then? Maybe we can have a little talk - get to know each other a little - while I'm there."

"That sounds great. Come right on over and I'll put on a pot of tea. You do drink tea, don't you?"

"Certainly do," Susan responded cheerfully. "Be there in a few."

Then, turning to Karen and Dave, she said, "You two girls get the dishes done while I go talk to Dave's Mom. I'll be back shortly.

"And you, Karen," she scolded, her finger pointing at her daughter. "No more alcohol. He's drunk enough already!"

With that she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

"Now, you and I are going to have real fun," Karen said as soon as her mother was out the door.

"Wha'd'you mean?" he asked, still a little out of it..

"Come with me and I'll show you," she offered, holding out her hand and leading him back into her bedroom. As soon as they were in there, she had him lie down on her bed on his back. Grabbing a couple of pair of old nylons, she quickly tied his hands and feet to the bedposts and, suddenly nervous, he yelled, "Wha'the hell? Wha'dis this?"

She then disappeared into her mother's bedroom for a moment and reappeared holding a strapon dildo in her hands. As she slid it on over her sweats, he marveled at the size of the realistic fake penis sticking out in front of her. To his surprise, seeing what appeared to be a cock on a girl suddenly turned him on like he'd never been turned on before.

She then lifted his skirt, pulled down his panties and started stroking his again hardening schlong with a well lubed hand until it's turgid head was a deep purple. She then liberally lubed the dildo before taking an equally lubed finger and slid it up his exposed anal opening. She worked the finger in and out slowly while again stroking his cock in time. Gradually, she introduced two more fingers, one at a time, relaxing and dilating his rectum as much as she could.

Once she had him sufficiently opened up and he was moaning softly, she eased the head of the dildo between his legs and pressed it firmly against the virgin opening. "This may hurt a little at first but, after that, it's going to be heavenly," she said as she pushed the tip just past his sphincter. She let it rest there for a moment before moving on.

He stiffened momentarily at the sudden intrusion. The initial entry had been mildly painful, but as she held it there, the pain quickly passed and was replaced by a pleasant, warm fullness.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked, rhetorically.

He grunted in response, too immersed in the incredible sensation to think coherently, let alone respond.

Ever so slowly, she began to press the fake cock a few millimeters farther inside him at a time. Then, once she had nearly half its length inside him, she started slowly working it in and out, gradually increasing her speed and incrementally easing it farther inside with each gentle thrust. Shortly she was pumping in and out of him deeply and at full speed, while again stroking his cock in a synchronized rhythm.

As the fake cock continued rubbing against his prostate gland and her hand moved up and down on his very real cock, he quickly approached and reached an unbelievably intense and protracted orgasm. Having already cum twice less than an hour before, there was little more than an oozing of semen released this time. Karen scooped it up and pushed it through his lips as he lay there barely conscious.

As he lay there experiencing le petit mort, she stroked his fake tits and said, "I can hardly wait until these are real. You're going to be so sexy I won't be able to keep my hands off you." He, on the other hand, was too consumed by the orgasm he'd just experienced to be aware of what she'd just said - or even that she'd said anything at all.

In the meantime, Susan had arrived at Dave and Cynthia's home.

"Susan?" The tall thin brunette, dressed casually, asked as she opened the door. "Hi. Come on in."

"Thank you," Susan said with a nod as she entered.

"I'm so glad David's made a friend with your daughter," Cynthia said as she lead her into her dining area. "I've been so worried about him."

"Oh? Why?" Susan pried.

"He just hasn't seemed to able to make any friends here," she shared, the concern evident in her voice.

"Actually, I've had the same worry about Karen," Susan responded frankly. "I guess in their loneliness they seem to have found each other."

"Tea?" Cynthia said, holding out a cup.

"Thank you. I'd love some."

"Here," Cynthia mentioned, motioning toward an overnight bag near the door. "I've got a bag packed with a pair of Dave's pajamas, his robe and his toothbrush, plus a change of clothes for the morning. Thanks so much for doing this."

"It's no problem, really," Susan reassured her.

"You're so lucky to have a daughter. I've been trying to raise Dave by myself, but I really don't know anything about raising boys. I have a sister I don't get along with well, but no brothers and my mother died when I was very little."

"What about your husband, Dave's father - and your father for that matter?"

"My Dad's of no help, whatsoever, Threw me out of the house when I was just a kid and wants nothing to do with me; or David," she explained. Then added, a little bitterness apparent in her voice, "As for Dave's father... He's not in the picture. Never been in the picture. It's just David and me."

"Oh. Ex?"

"I've never been married," Susan responded plainly.

"One night fling?"

"Something like that," Cynthia reacted somewhat coldly, the shame and filth she'd felt about the rape right after it happened still just below the surface.

Susan could see she'd touched on something very deep and, against her best judgement, decided to very gently press a little further. "I'm sorry if I opened up an old wound."

"It's nothing," Cynthia tried to shrug it off dismissively. "It's a long time ago and doesn't mean anything any more."

"Did you love him?"

The look on Cynthia's face was enough to tell Susan that the answer was a resounding "no". After a moment, she quietly said, "I didn't even know him."

"Casual acquaintance, eh? One night stand?"

"Not even that," obviously very downhearted.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry," Susan held out her hand to but not quite touching Cynthia's shoulder. "Do you need to talk about it?"

"No, no," Cynthia shrugged her off. "It's not your problem. I don't want to burden you with my issues."

"It's no problem. You know, sometimes if you talk about something like this with someone who's willing to listen without passing judgment, it can make things a lot easier," she offered sympathetically.

Cynthia stiffened and said almost coldly, "You don't really want to hear about how I got raped, got pregnant by my rapist, got kicked out on the street by my father, how my sister sided with him and how the only good thing in my life since is the product of that rape? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"No," Susan replied calmly and without judgment, "but I think it's what you needed to talk about."

Cynthia suddenly broke down crying and fell into Susan's arms. For the next two hours, Susan relayed her entire history to her new friend, often crying again but smiling whenever Dave came up in the conversation. Most of that time, she found herself in the slightly older and somewhat larger woman's arms, being comforted in a way she had no recollection of ever previously experiencing.

At long last, completely calmed, but still in her arms, Cynthia experienced the gentle touch of another woman's lips on her own for the first time. Surprised, but even more surprised by her own apparent acceptance and willingness, she responded to this expression of affection in kind and willingly accepted Susan's tongue as it thrust itself deeply into her mouth. Momentarily, she found herself welcoming a close and somewhat erotic embrace between her body and another obviously female body. She couldn't help but notice how hard Susan's nipples had become as they pressed into her own breasts and that she herself was finding Susan's arousal erotically stimulating.

Other than from David, she had felt no real affection from anyone since his conception. She had never previously even considered having a relationship with another woman, but suddenly felt like it was an absolutely normal, natural and wonderful idea. In fact, having never had a serious adult relationship with anyone male or female, she thought she might actually be falling in love.

Chapter Five

In the meantime, back at her home and in her bedroom, Karen got up from the bed and pulled a surprise she had bought on line out of a drawer while Dave remained in le petit mort, still barely conscious and bound, on the bed. Before he realized what was happening, she'd affixed a male chastity device on his flaccid cock and balls and locked it in place.

"There," she said, straightening up. "Now you have no choice in the matter."

Suddenly mentally aroused by this, completely awake and relatively sober, "What did you just do to me and what do you mean I have no choice?"

"It's called a male chastity device, but I like to call it your cock cage. As long as you have it on, you can't get an erection, 'cause if you do, it's gonna hurt like hell," she said with a laugh. She the added, "Furthermore, as long as you have it on, I own you."

She then produced her laptop and opened it to a site showing a very passable naked shemale masturbating for the camera. Despite himself, his cock started getting hard, only to cause enough pain to stop the erection cold.

"That's gonna be you in a few years and there's no way you can stop it now," she said tauntingly, as she switched the imagery to one of two shemales engaged in fellatio; one on her knees, sucking off the other.

"Take this thing off me. Now!!!" he demanded, fighting the pain of his cock's persistent attempts to become fully erect.

"No," she replied softly but firmly. "And there's no way to get it off without the key. That is, unless you want to cut off your balls; and, that'd be just fine with me."

"Then untie me and give me the goddam key!" he yelled at her, straining at his bindings.

"There's only one and it's where you can't get at it - ever!" she responded with complete assurance in her voice.

"I'll tell my Mom!" he threatened.

"Yes, you will, but not what you think," she came back, still maintaining her cool and feeling in complete control. "You're going to tell her exactly what I want you to tell her, because if you tell her about the cock cage or even hint in any way that I'm forcing you into this, I'm going to 'lose' the key where it'll never be found, ever, and then you'll never, ever get out of it."

"Untie me and take this thing off me!"

"I'll take it off in good time," she said as she untied him. "I always intended to, but only under very controlled conditions and only after you agree to do whatever I tell you to first."

"What do I have to do to get you to take this thing off?"

"First, you have to tell your Mom you're a transsexual and that you want to transition; you know, become a girl."

"I have to do what?!?"

"You have to tell your Mom you want to become a girl, just like me - only not really, 'cause you'll really always be a boy, genetically speaking. That, plus I want you to keep your cock."

"Why are you doing this to me?" he demanded.

"I don't know what you're complaining about," she replied, looking at her nails casually. "It's what you really want anyway. Isn't it!" she finished declaratively.

"That was just a fantasy," he complained, lying about his feelings out of fear. "I never wanted to become a girl for real."

"Not for me it isn't," she responded calmly. Then, leaning in to him, she stated, "And, as for what you want; quite honestly, I don't give a damn."

"But I really don't want this!" he whined.

"Too bad, because I do," she countered firmly, "and, like I just said, I really don't give a damn whether you do or not! You're going to become what the porn industry calls a 'shemale' and I'm going to make it happen. Besides, I know that deep down you really do want it. You told me so yourself."

"When did I do that?" he asked, daring her to prove it.

"Your 'built in lie detector' did," she answered steadfastly. "When I asked you about forced feminization your cock twitched and every time I 'upped the ante', so to speak, it twitched even harder. And then, when I talked about forcing you to become a shemale you came in my panties and you even said that it was what you really wanted. You weren't even drunk at the time. You do want this, whether you want to admit now it or not."

While this was happening, Cynthia and Susan were getting to know each other far more intimately. Susan, fully aware that Cynthia was completely inexperienced in such things, had very gently taken the lead. She knew that peaceful, gentle persuasion was necessary when guiding a novice into a lesbian relationship.

After slowly and deliberately undressing her and passionately kissing her new conquest all over, she had led the newly awakened lesbian into her own bedroom to experience a skilled tongue stimulation of her clitoris. After several minutes of incredibly pleasurable cunnilingus, Cynthia suddenly experienced the first real orgasm of her entire life. Susan then encouraged the younger woman to suck on her nipples, as she in turn gently manipulated Cynthia's with her fingers.

Lying there in each other's arms, Susan said, "Why don't you come over tomorrow for a while so we can spend the day together, the four of us. You know, you, me, Dave and Karen."

"I'd love to," Cynthia responded dreamily, still immersed in the afterglow. "I'm so glad Karen and David get along so well already.""

"I think there's something you should know something first," Susan said, suddenly sitting up straight and looking serious.

"What is it?" Cynthia was slightly alarmed.

"Dave has something he needs to tell you," Susan hinted.

"Oh? What's that?" Cynthia asked, now really curious as to what she was referring.

Susan hesitated a moment and then said, "It's really not my place to tell you, but I think you need to know. He wants to be a girl."

A little stunned, "What do you mean?" his mother responded, shocked at the statement.

"I think he wants to transition; to become a girl," she told her new amour.

"You mean like a transsexual?" Cynthia's eyes widening with near disbelief.

"Exactly," Susan confirmed confidently.

"I never... He never said a thing."

"I suspect he just didn't want to disappoint you."

"Okay," Susan abruptly sat up, noting the time on Cynthia's bedside clock and, changing subject, started quickly pulling her clothes back on. "The kids didn't expect me to be gone this long. I think I'd better get back before they start to worry. Come on by tomorrow morning. I'll try to encourage him to tell you himself before you come, but I'd rather you didn't tell him I told you."

"Okay," Cynthia responded, pulling the sheet up over her bare breasts. "I won't let him know you told me. But anything you can do to assure him that I won't get upset would be appreciated.

Going on, she added, "Thank you for telling me and for being there for him. I know it's not really your problem."

"When you have a chance sometime, maybe you should thank Karen," Susan replied, giving Cynthia a quick kiss before leaving. "She's the one who got him to open up and to tell me." She didn't bother to tell her new girlfriend that, as far as she knew, Karen had accomplished it by getting him drunk.

Chapter Six

The two teenagers, having already washed the dishes, were both were seated cross legged across from each other on Karen's bed again. "Reach out and feel my boobs." She said.

He did as directed and place them loosely on top of her breasts.

"Feel how they're shaped and their weight. Don't just put your hands there."

He started tracing around them, trying to feel them through the sweatshirt and sports bra as best he could. "I'd get undressed again, if I knew my Mom wasn't going to be home any time soon," she went on. "I'd get you undressed too, so you'd see as well as feel them; as I remind you, you are going to have a pair of your own, pretty much just like them, in a year or two. I want you to get used to the idea that you are going to have boobs of your own and won't always have to stuff your bra to look like you do now."

Dave felt defeated. He couldn't think of any way to stop what she was doing. "Then again," he thought to himself, "I've had this fantasy forever, even before it started really turning me on. Maybe it won't be so bad."

He thought about having breasts and felt his penis starting to react. Suddenly he felt the cage tightening around it and pulling hard against his testicles again. The pain was both unexpected and crippling in its intensity. The near erection stopped in its tracks and any thought of getting off again fled from his mind altogether.

Hearing her mother's car pull into the driveway again, Karen smoothed Dave's skirt down and started to get up. She motioned for him to get up as well and, noticing he was in pain, commented, "Told you not to try to get an erection."

"I didn't 'try'" he replied, wincing slightly. "I never try. It just happens and I can't control it!"

"That's what the cock cage is for," she came back. "The cage is meant to teach you how to control it. Now remember, from now on you tell anyone who asks that you want to become a girl, that you've always wanted to be a girl and that you'll kill yourself if you don't get to be a girl. Got it?! Otherwise, the cage doesn't come off - ever."

"How do I know you'll take it off even if I do?"

"I will; just only when and where I choose," she replied. "I promise."

Just then, Susan walked in the front door. "What was that you were just promising, Karen?"

"I just promised to be with her and help her with her transition, if that's what she really wants. I won't desert her or ever call her a freak or anything like that."

"That's all I would expect from my wonderful daughter," she responded, giving her daughter a hug. "You're such a sweet and sympathetic girl and I'm so proud of you."

Turning to Dave, she said, "So, is this what you really want, to transition and become a girl?"

Briefly glancing past Susan at Karen's smirking face, he reluctantly replied, "Yes, it is."

"Wonderful!" Susan responded, reaching out to him and hugging him tightly to her breast. "We're both going to be here for you. We'll give you all the support we can. You're going to just love being a girl."

"But, what about my Mom?" he came back, still hoping for a way out without Karen making things worse for him. "She's not going to like this at all. I don't want her mad at me."

"I wouldn't worry about that," she said, comforting him as she continued to hold him tightly. "She's coming over tomorrow morning and I want you to tell her then. I bet you'll be surprised at how she'll react. Take it from me: any mother would be more concerned about her child's happiness than whether they chose to be a boy or a girl."

Dave felt like the walls were closing in on him. While on the one hand the idea of dressing and living as a girl excited him, in his mind he could see the revulsion and ever increasing social exclusion he would face if the kids in his school found out about this. While society in general was opening up to accepting and legally protecting transgendered people, children were still as cruel to those who were in any way different as ever.

"No matter what," Susan went on reassuringly, "you can always come over here any time you want and be a girl while you're here. But I'm absolutely certain your Mom will be supportive. After all, she loves you and just wants you to be happy."

The thought of being trapped living as a girl and really growing breasts like a girl, whether he wanted it or not, once again caused his penis to start to swell. Reacting to it, he clung tighter to Susan until the pain caused his erection to subside again. Susan took this as him reacting to her promise to support him through the transition and smiled, clinging to him even tighter as well.

Karen, fully aware of what was actually going on, smiled to herself. She was pleased to see her plan working so well. In her mind's eye, she was already watching his breasts growing bigger and bigger, and imagining sucking on them as she played with his cock and fucked him with a dildo.

Then, Karen spoke up, saying, "You know we can't keep calling you 'Dave'. We need to come up with a girl name for you. What do you think about 'Davina'?" looking him squarely in the eye.

"That's a pretty name," Susan said, easing up on her hug and holding him at arm's length. "What do you think..., Davina?"

"It's fine, I guess," he shrugged non-commitally, feeling more and more defeated inside all the time.

"Then 'Davina' it is," the grown woman said with an air of finality. "Now, why don't you two girls get ready for bed. I have a pair of pajamas here for you to change into, but maybe Karen would be willing to let you wear one of her nighties instead."

"I'd be glad to," she responded cheerfully. "Come on, Davina. Let's go get ready for bed."

"I'm going to go make up the bed in the guest bedroom," Susan commented off-handedly as she started in that direction. "When you decide on the nightie, bring it in there, Davina, then get changed and brush your teeth. After you get ready for bed, come back out into the living room and we'll watch a little TV before going to bed."

Dave followed Karen into her bedroom. Once out of sight of her mother, she reached up under his skirt and grabbed the chastity device through his panties.

"Remember," she said sternly, pulling on it hard enough to make him fully aware of how easily she could cause him real pain, "this only comes off if tomorrow you convince your mother you want to transition into a girl. If you do, the next time we're really alone, I promise I'll let you out." (Mentally adding "for a while".)

She then pulled out a pink with white lace trim and rather opaque nylon baby doll nightie and matching panties that she herself had found a little too feminine to wear and, handing them to him, said, "Here. These are yours now, my sweet bitch 'gurl'. Go put them on."

In a bit of a haze, he took them and headed into the guest bedroom where Susan was just finishing making the bed. Without think about it, he dropped the nightie on the bed and started to undress right in front of her. Before he got the skirt off, Susan stopped him, saying, "Hold it, young lady! You may want to become a girl, but you're not one yet. Wait until I leave the room before changing. After all, I'm not your mother and it just wouldn't be proper for you to undress in front of me now."

Had he finished undressing in front of her, she would have seen the chastity device and things for him might have changed right then and there. As it was, he was too ashamed of it to tell her and too afraid of Karen to do anything other than exactly what she told him. All he could think about was what she'd demanded he do before she would take the infernal device off of him.

Finally alone in the room, he undressed and took a few moments to inspect the chastity device. Looking at it, he saw how it wrapped securely around the base of his testicles and then attached to a separate piece that encased his penis, all held together with a tiny lock. There was no space between the sides of the lock's casing to cut the hasp and he could see no possible way to remove it other than to use the key. As far as he could tell, she was right that there would be no way for him to get out of it if she carried out her threat to throw away the key - short of cutting off his testicles. The pink plastic it was made from was obviously too flexible but durable to break it without causing significant damage to his male organs.

He picked up the nightie with a shrug of resignation and thought about how much it normally would have turned him on to have a chance to wear it. He felt his cock twitch and immediately tried to suppress any urges, lest he again experience such pain. He pulled on the panties, followed by the top, trying his best not to think about what he was doing, and headed out to the living room, where Susan and Karen were waiting.

"Come sit between us, sweetie," Susan said from the couch, as she turned the TV on to a sitcom.

He sat down between the two. Each was in a light cotton nightgown and wearing fluffy slippers, the smell of their perfumes on either side of him igniting his senses. Immediately, his cock again began to swell inside its cage and, as he struggled to hide the pain he was suddenly feeling, he began to cry silently.

Karen, seeing this, angrily mouthed "Smile!" at him.

Fearing any more pain or embarrassment, he produced the happiest face he could manage under the circumstances.

Just after that, Susan glanced down at the helpless young man, saw the smile and the tears and thought to herself, "Tears of joy. I'm definitely doing the right thing."

Chapter Seven

The rest of the evening passed without further incident and, after watching the sit-com Susan and Karen had wanted to, they all three headed for their respective bedrooms.

The following morning, Karen woke Dave up shortly after sunrise and well before her mother was up.

"Good morning, Davina," she cooed in his ear as she slid her hand inside the back of his panties, gently massaging his still sore rosebud. "Are you ready for your first full day as a girl?" As she did this, his morning wood tried to assert itself, only to have the chastity device again cause him significant discomfort.

"Oh, God, I gotta go to the bathroom," he complained, feeling his full bladder complaining. "Please take this damn thing off me, at least long enough to go."

"Maybe later," she said, looking at the soft flesh trying in vain to escape through the various small openings in the device. "Just go ahead and pee with it on. I guess you'll just have to sit down when you do and wipe yourself afterwards, which you need to learn to do all the time from now on anyway."

Too pressured to pee to argue the point, he all but ran to the bathroom, closed the door and did as she suggested. Normally, sitting to pee first thing in the morning would have been far more difficult than it was, since otherwise his normal morning erection would have made going while sitting virtually impossible. It was difficult enough to go standing when he had a hard-on, but sitting to pee while his penis was really stiff would have required uncomfortably forcing it down, thereby also restricting the ureter inside. He was surprised to find how much easier than usual it actually was to relieve this normal morning bladder pressure while caged like this.

"Did you wipe?" she asked as he returned.

"Of course I did," he responded, irritation evident in his voice. "This damn thing you put on my cock makes it impossible to shake it off and the pee collects around the pee hole. I didn't have any choice."

"Well, good," she said, shaking off his complaint. "Let's get dressed and fix breakfast for Mom before she gets up."

"Okay," he replied, looking around for the suitcase with his clothes his Mom had sent back with Susan the night before. "Where's the suitcase with my clothes?" he asked, unable to find it.

"I threw it out back," she replied calmly. "You're not going to be needing them anyway."

"Why did you do that and what do you mean I'm 'not going to need them', " he demanded self-righteously. "I gotta go home sometime and I gotta have something to wear and I'm sure as hell not walking all the way home wearing girl's clothes."

"You can walk home naked, for all I care," she responded offhandedly. "But, seriously, you're Mom's coming over later. You can just ride home with her afterwards if you want and nobody'll see a thing. In the meantime, you're staying dressed as a girl as long as I tell you to or that thing on your junk never comes off.

"Oh, by the way there's a clean pair of panties on the bureau over there and a dress in the closet you can wear when you get up."

David was really feeling stuck. Yes, he liked to dress like a girl. Yes, the fantasy of having breasts and living full time as a girl did turn him on. He just wasn't really sure he wanted this fantasy to actually become reality. However, he was very certain that, if it did become a reality, he would become an even greater target for verbal and physical abuse from his contemporaries than he already was. All he could imagine happening at school, or out in the neighborhood for that matter, was an endless stream of insults, humiliations and daily beatings.

Then, there was this infernal contraption. It hurt, it felt awkward and it took any pleasure he might otherwise be having at his current situation and pushed it completely to the side. "Maybe, if I give in to her all the way and convince her I'll do what she wants, she'll let me out," he thought to himself.

"Look," he finally said, with absolute futility clearly evident in his voice. "Okay, I admit I like dressing like a girl and that it might even be fun living like one. Also, it's obvious as hell you've got me completely over a barrel here, so...

"What I'm trying to say," he continued, "is: I'll do whatever you want, I'll tell my Mom I want to be a girl and I'll even let you make me stay dressed in your clothes if you want." Ending adamantly while pointing between his legs, "Just let me out of this damn thing!"

"Then lie back down on the bed," she said calmly but firmly, pointing to it. "On your back with your legs spread, so I can get at it easily. I promise I'll let you out."

He did as she directed. Pulling out some old nylons she'd hidden in the back of her panties, she quickly tied him spread-eagled again.

She lifted the front of his nightie above his waist, then pulled his panties down far enough to access the lock. She reached into the top of her nightshirt and from her cleavage pulled out the lower part of a chain around her neck containing the key. She dangled the key, dragging it up and down over the cock cage, teasing him with it.

Finally, she leaned forward and slid the key into the lock, turning it and releasing it from the devise. She then eased his cock and balls out of the hated thing. As she did, his just released member began to rapidly swell until it was completely engorged.

She grabbed onto it and began slowly stroking up and down its six inch length. He began to moan. She leaned farther forward, kissed its head twice, then took nearly its entire length into her mouth and began gently sucking on it. He gasped audibly. She took a finger, slid it between his ass cheeks and again pushed it through the forbidden entrance, wiggling it around once inside.

As she continued sucking with out moving her head, she added another finger and started sliding them in and out. His back arched like he was about to cum, pushing his cock even deeper inside her oral orifice, and continued to remained arched stiffly as she continued. She found his prostate gland with her fingers and began massaging it directly and intentionally. He seemingly relaxed then suddenly arched again and violently exploded into her mouth as she eagerly swallowed every drop she could.

She then kissed him, pushing her cum flavored tongue deeply into his mouth. After that, as he again slipped into that dreamland of post coital bliss, she again slid the chastity device on his now relaxed penis and locked it in place. She pulled his panties back up, his nightie back down and proceeded to untie him.

Realizing what she'd just done, he was suddenly brought out of his reverie. He sat up and complained, "You said you were going to let me out. You promised."

"And so I did," she replied calmly, standing up and wiping the remains of his ejaculate off of her chin with the back of her hand. "I never said I wasn't going to put it right back on you.

"Now, get dressed while I brush my teeth. There's a half slip on the back of that chair. Use it," she added smugly as she headed for and out the door. Then she turned back, stuck her head back in the doorway and said, "My Mom'll be getting up pretty soon and I want you dressed and made up before she does. Got that?

"Oh, and there's a couple of old pantyhose there to stuff in the bra cups. Can't have you looking totally flat."

As her head disappeared, he sat stunned for a moment before deciding he'd better get dressed, even though his only choice was a dress and panties.

He found the panties. They were full cut cotton briefs, pale blue print with small pink and yellow flowers and had a wide elastic lace band at the waist - not exactly what usually turned him on, but dangerously enticing never-the-less. As he slid them up his legs, he was glad his erection didn't return with full force for once but, was quickly put to rest before the pain became too intense. "At least that's an improvement," he thought to himself as he positioned everything as comfortably as possible into place.

Getting the white cotton A cup bra on without help was a challenge, but after a few failed attempts, he managed to get the two hooks into their responding eyes behind his back. He then bunched a pair of pantyhose into each cup and attempted to shape them with his hands to make them look a little more realistic. This action again caused his cock to half-heartedly try to become erect.

Then he pulled the white half slip she had laid out over his hips and smoothed out the sensuous material against his skin. Again he felt a painful reminder of the device between his legs. This time exponentially more intense than the last. "Now what's putting on the dress going to do to me?"

The dress was a simple loose summer dress, nice flowing lines of a diaphanous blue and green swirl print, with a matching belt. On the floor beneath it was a pair of white sandals with an ankle strap and a wide one inch heel. To his eyes, the dress and the shoes were wonderful. The reaction in his cock when he took the dress off its hanger said otherwise, as the pain hit him again like a hammer between his legs. It was all he could do to remain on his feet until it passed and his member finally returned to its flaccid state.

Eventually feeling a little more under control, he slipped the dress over his head and, after smoothing it down and adjusting it positionally, zipped up the side zipper. He then drew in and fastened the belt around his waist. As he was adjusting the straps on the second sandal, he heard Karen's voice calling out from the kitchen, "Aren't you dressed yet? Come on in here and give me a hand."

As he left the bedroom door, he heard Susan's alarm clock going off. Simultaneously, Susan stumbled out of her bedroom door and headed for the bathroom, obviously still half asleep and barely able to see where she was going. Her thin nightgown did little to hide her breasts nor the fact that she regularly shaved her crotch.

"Two more minutes!" she complained loudly, scratching her tousled head as she went and her alarm still emitting its electronic scream in the background. "Couldn't you have waited two more minutes before you yelled like that, Karen? I know you're an early riser, but I need every minute of sleep I can get. Just two more minutes..." her voice trailed off as she closed the bathroom door.

This display of mild frustration struck Dave as being funny. He couldn't help but chuckle under his breath as he continued into the kitchen. At the same time, he was amazed at the casual display of her feminine treasures in front of him.

Chapter Eight

"There you are," Karen remarked as he entered the kitchen area. "Get some plates out of the cupboard and silverware out of the drawer over there and set the table for us. I've already got bacon and eggs going and a few frozen hash browns in the toaster oven. Breakfast's almost ready already.

"Dress looks nice on you, by the way," she added, quickly scanning him from head to foot and gleefully noting the fact that she could easily make out the outline of his bra through the top of the dress. "Still need to do something about your hair and get on some makeup, but you look very pretty anyway."

He proceeded to get the table set and ready as his stomach made itself known with audible groans and rumbling.

"My goodness," Karen reacted as she slid a couple eggs into each of three plates. "You must really be hungry."

"Yeah," he responded, somewhat embarrassed. "Sorry about that."

"Don't be ashamed," she came back as she placed a couple strips of bacon alongside the eggs. "You can't help what your body does on its own. I know you're not making those sounds on purpose."

"Morning girls," Susan, who had since brushed her hair and more modestly wrapped a light terry cloth robe around herself, said musically as she entered the kitchen and started to head toward the breakfast nook. "Smells great. I'm starved.

"Thanks for making breakfast, sweetheart," she added to Karen, giving her a kiss on the cheek as she passed by. "I do appreciate it, but you really didn't have to."

"I just wanted to do something special for you this morning, Mom," Karen replied, handing her a plate of food. "And besides, we've got Davina here this morning. It's a special day."

"Thank you, honey." She gave her daughter a shoulder hug and took her plate over to the nook, where she sat down.

Dave and Karen each grabbed their respective plates and sat down, Dave across from Susan and Karen in between.

Dave had only eaten a few bites when there was a knock at the front door.

"Oh, that must be your Mom, Davina," Susan said in response, barely reacting to the knock. "Why don't you go let her in."

"Dressed like this?" he replied, horrified at the prospect.

"Of course, dressed like that," Susan responded calmly but firmly between bites. "You've got to tell her sooner or later and you may as well get it out of the way now."

"Go on, Davina," Karen interjected, somewhat pointedly. "Go answer the door."

Susan raised her eyebrow, looking at her daughter questioningly, then shook her head and went back to eating. "I wonder what that was about?" she thought to herself.

Reluctantly, Dave got up and headed to the front door. He hesitated briefly once he got there. Then the knocking at the door recurred, a little louder and more persistently.

Knowing he had no choice, he finally turned the handle and opened the door.

"Hi, sweetie," Cynthia said, not immediately recognizing him. "Is your mother home?"

"Uh, well, I, uh..." he fumbled in frustration.

"Oh, my God," she reacted, suddenly recognizing him as he spoke. "I didn't recognize you, honey. You're so pretty."

"Thanks, I guess," he came back barely above a whisper.

"Let me really look at you," she said, lightly grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him around. "Now I see why you want to be a girl."

"But I..." he started.

"It's okay, honey," she cut him off, her smile beaming. "Susan already explained it all to me last night and I couldn't be happier for you. You're just going to love being a girl and I'm just going to love having a daughter.

"You have no idea how happy you've made me and I promise I'm going to be here for you every step of the way," she bubbled with excitement, putting her arms around him and holding him tightly. "I just wish I'd known you wanted to be a girl a long time ago."

"Now I'm really stuck!" he thought, almost panicking. "I'm never gonna get out of this. I'm gonna get killed when everybody else finds out."

"I can hardly wait to take you shopping for a whole new wardrobe," she gushed on, pulling away from him slightly and bubbling with excitement. "You're just going to love shopping for girl's clothes. The choices are almost endless and deciding what you want from all the delectable variety in the all stores is so much fun.

"I suggest you start living as a girl full time, right away, today," she went on, her words tumbling out almost on top of each other. "You have so much to learn and there's so much I want to teach you. And, oh, God, I'm so glad you inherited my cheekbones, and without makeup you already look so feminine..."

"What about school?" he asked desperately, cutting her off and hoping that question would at least slow things down a little.

"There's what? Three days of school left?" she responded cheerfully. "I think we can get away with skipping them and starting your summer vacation a little early, don't you?"

Ordinarily, getting out of an extra three days of school would have thrilled him, but now he wasn't so sure. Everything was happening so fast and he didn't seem to have any say or control whatsoever as it did. He still wanted it and intensely feared the repercussions at the same time.

"But, what about next school year?" he said, stiffening at the thought of the humiliation he was bound to receive from everyone he knew if he came back to school as a girl. No matter what, even if he successfully tried to pretend he was somebody else, a completely different person, who he really was would be bound to come out eventually. Then he was sure to catch hell from all the other kids at school.

"We'll worry about that when the time comes," she replied reassuringly. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that for right now. We'll work everything out and you'll never have to wear ugly boy's clothes or try to pretend you're one of them ever again."

His worries weren't relieved at all. Everyone in school was going to make fun of him and, from now on, the boys were going to have a ready made excuse to beat him up every single day. If it weren't for the constant insults and daily beatings he truly expected when the new school year started up, he might have been excited to spending the summer, at least, living as a girl.

"Maybe, if I go along with it for a while, I can find a way to get Mom to change her mind about this," he thought to himself. Then he remembered the cock cage. "Maybe later, when I can talk to her alone, I can explain about how Karen's forcing me to do this and then she can help me figure out a way to get the damn thing off my cock."

"But, how do I explain how Karen got it on me in the first place?" he thought on, a sense of defeat again taking over. "There's no way she'd ever believe Karen got it on me if I didn't let her do it - and I had to have been naked at the time too. How do I explain that without getting in trouble?"

Frustration and confusion about his feelings overcame him again and, in desperation, he suddenly clung tightly to his mother, burying his face in her breasts and crying softly.

"There, there, dear," Cynthia said, lifting his head, then wiping away tears she believed to be from joy and smudging his mascara in the process. "It's going to be all right sweetie. We're going go through this together. I'll be with you every step of the way and make sure you love every minute of becoming a girl."

He wanted to believe her. He wanted to believe he could become a girl without his life becoming even more hellish than it already had been. Experience had clearly taught him otherwise. He'd seen how much hatred there was for gays, especially those that were what everyone called "sissies" and "trannies". He did want to be a girl. He just didn't want to be gay or a sissy or a tranny, but somehow knew maybe he must be. He had to be if he enjoyed wearing girl's clothes this much didn't he; and, beyond his persistent denial, somewhere deep down inside knew he really did want to be a girl.

Then, Cynthia did something that surprise both Dave and Karen. She walked over to Susan and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips, saying, "Good morning, sweety."

Dave was shocked. Karen was delighted. Cynthia and Susan were too busy kissing each other to notice either of them; besides not caring what their respective children thought of this revelation..

Chapter Nine

Most of the rest of the morning was spent with Cynthia alternately admiring her new "daughter" and sharing mutual affection with Susan. It was now quite obvious to both of the youths that the reason Susan had taken so long coming back the previous evening was because the two adult women had developed serious feelings for each other in those few short hours. It was also becoming increasingly obvious to Dave that his days of living as a boy were effectively over.

Since there seemed to be virtually no hope of stopping what was happening to him and it was something he'd always really wanted, what was the point of fighting it? His mother had just spent ten minutes plucking and shaping his eyebrows and now all three of the genetic females were planning a shopping trip in the afternoon, with the primary purpose being getting "Davina" her new wardrobe. On top of that, as if in coordination with Karen, his mother was insisting he get his ears pierced when they first got there and that he at least get his hair styled before they left.

Dave couldn't really decide whether he was in heaven or hell as they left for the mall.

Then came the challenge he was most afraid of - appearing in public dressed as a girl. It didn't matter how much he looked to himself like a girl nor how often his three companions assured him that he would have absolutely no trouble passing. He was certain he would be read immediately and exposed to extreme public humiliation. Even worse, what if someone he knew from school was there and recognized him?

As they walked from the car into the mall, Dave was in a cold sweat. His arms and legs were trembling and he was afraid he was going to collapse long before they reached the automatic doors at the entrance to the mall. He kept glancing around to see if anyone was looking at him and whether or not he saw someone he knew.

"Relax, Davina," Karen said, noting the fear on his face and the way he was acting. "It's not like you're heading to a firing squad or anything."

"That's easy for you to say," he responded under his breath.

"Karen's right, honey," Cynthia concurred as they approached the automatic doors. "You're a beautiful girl and nobody's going to think otherwise unless you give yourself away by acting like you don't belong where you are and dressed like you are. Be confident, hold your head high and let them know you're a powerful woman who knows she belongs in a woman's world."

David tried to relax and look confident despite his fears as they passed through the large automatic double doors.

"The earring shop is this way," Karen said, as she eagerly pushed forward, leading the group.

Walking right up to a display stand with several posts on it, she quickly spotted what she wanted him to get. "Here," she said, handing him the card they were on. "These are perfect. These are the ones you want to get."

He looked, again with a combination of desire and horror. They were medium sized pink hearts inside a thin gold framework. They were the most feminine design he could imagine and something he knew he could never ever pass off as being something a boy might wear.

"Those are cute," his mother commented, looking over his shoulder. "And they're so girly. I can see why you'd want these after having had to pretend you were a boy for so long."

"Mom!" he reacted, glancing from side to side, certain everyone else in the shop could hear what she had just said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Davina darling," she responded sympathetically, seeing his embarrassment. Then, leaning in close to his ear, added very quietly, "I shouldn't have mentioned you used to be a boy out loud like that. I promise I won't do it again."

The girl in the shop soon came over and almost before he knew what was happening, Dave was walking out of the shop sporting a feminine, pink heart in the lobe of each ear.

"Shoes," Susan said abruptly, pointing the way to the nearest shoe store. "She's got to have shoes. She can't keep wearing Karen's sandals and, judging by the way she's almost limping already, they really don't fit her either."

Three pairs of shoes later, Davina, wearing her new patent leather white pumps with a two inch heel, they left. "At least my feet don't hurt quite so damn much now," (s)he noted as they walked to a large department store. Without realizing it, she had gradually stopped thinking about how she was dressed and stopped worrying about being read. Instead, she was primarily thinking about keeping her balance in the heels and somewhat distressed about the way they seemed to force her to walk with her tush wagging back and forth, like she was trolling for a guy.

A deluge of panties, slips, dresses, shorts, blouses, skirts, and a couple of dresses later, Davina had her first proper bra fitting.

"She's a little shy and a little embarrassed," Susan explained to the sales lady confidentially, taking her aside before she accompanied Davina into the changing room. "She's so late developing her breasts, she's afraid she'll be flat forever."

"I understand," the fiftyish woman responded, under her breath. "I promise I'll be discreet. It's not like I haven't dealt with girls who are slow at maturing before." She then proceeded to lead the young boy/girl into the changing room to do a proper bra fitting.

"Take off your dress, honey," she said to the again frightened child.

Knowing he had no choice but comply, he did as directed, unzipping the side zipper and lifting the dress over her head. As he stood there with the half slip protecting his male organs from being detected, he carefully folded the dress and placed it on the bench in the changing room.

"Okay, honey," the sales lady then said as he merely stood there. "You need to take off the bra too. I can't fit you until you do."

Now, actually embarrassed that he didn't have tits, he reluctantly undid the bra clasps behind his back and let it fall down his arms as the two pair of pantyhose fell to the floor.

"Oh, my dear," the sales lady said as she looked sympathetically at his chest. "I see what your mother meant. You haven't developed at all yet, you poor girl.

"Not to worry, however," she then added cheerfully. "I've got just the thing. You wait here. I'll be right back."

With that, the sales lady stepped out of the small room only to return a moment later with a package in her hand. Handing it to Davina, she offered off handedly, "We keep these on hand for some of our post mastectomy clientele; and, also for some of our more unusual clients. I'm talking there about crossdressing men who want to look like they've got boobs like us women." Adding quickly, "Not that you're any less of a woman because you haven't developed yet; and even if you never ever develop breasts for that matter."

Then after a momentary pause and with a bit of a chuckle added, "Although, you really might consider shaving under your arms, child. The unshaven underarm look on girls went out in the late nineteen sixties, before even your Mom was born, and you've already got a fair bit of hair growing under there. You better get it under control before somebody thinks you're a boy."

"Even standing here in only a slip and panties, flat-chested and with hair this short," Davina mused in revelatory thought to herself, while successfully suppressing a chuckle that might threaten to cause the lady to question her assumption, "This lady actually believes I'm really a girl." It was this thought that finally caused Davina's fear to start to slip away so that she began to relax significantly.

The sales lady opened the offered package and found inside a pair of skin colored mastectomy forms and a small tube of adhesive. To Davina's questioning look, she explained, "You glue them with the adhesive right to your chest and they'll give you a very realistic bust line. They can't come off until you use the adhesive remover and they'll even jiggle when you walk or run. They're made to be completely believable and undetectable. In fact, you can even go braless and nobody can tell they aren't real through your clothes.

"Here, let me help you," she went on taking one of the forms and spreading the adhesive on the back. She then carefully positioned it and had Davina hold it in place to dry as she prepared the other one with more of the adhesive for placement. After that one was in place, Davina found herself holding two very realistic tits to her chest, to attach them firmly and semi-permanently.

As soon as the adhesive was dried, the sales lady began her measurements in earnest and, once determining the proper size, she left only to return with a few packaged bras. After trying a couple to determine the perfect size and style to give necessary support and natural breast appearance, she said, "Leave this one on, get back into your dress and lets go look at other styles in your size."

Momentarily, they exited the dressing room and Cynthia immediately noticed the improved breast line. "Fabulous!" she exclaimed with delight. "You look so much more mature already; and the way they move with you when you walk..."

Turning to the sales lady, she then added, "Thank you so much. She looks so much better with those in her bra than she did stuffing them like some pre-teen. I can't believe the improvement."

Chapter Ten

After selecting and purchasing a half dozen more bras in various styles, they decided they were getting hungry and headed for the food court.

They ordered salads with an Italian dressing, the only thing Cynthia would allow her "daughter" to order, citing the need to control her weight. They then took their salads over to the only available table, near the mall entrance and where they sat consuming their food and conversing about the events of the last few hours. Davina now hardly even thought about the fact she was dressed as a girl, but instead found herself caught up in the animated conversation about the clothing that had just purchased on her behalf.

While taking a bite of her salad and momentarily not paying attention to the conversation, she spotted Randy Mitchell, a boy she knew from her class and one of those who regularly picked on him, come in through the big automatic doors along with a few of his friends. "Oh, God," she thought to herself, as the fear returned and she mentally tried to crawl under the table. "Please don't let him see me."

Instead, he glanced in her direction then looked directly at her, momentarily locking eyes with her. He stopped in his tracks, as she looked down at her plate and tried to ignore him.

"What ever is the matter Davina?" Cynthia inquired, seeing his/her reaction.

"There's a boy over there I know from school and he's looking right at me," she replied, her eyes never leaving her plate.

"I wouldn't worry about that," Susan said, gently inserting herself into the conversation. "There's no way he's going to recognize you. He only knows you as a boy and right now you don't look anything like a boy."

"Don't look now," Karen interjected, suppressing a smirk. "But, he's headed this way."

Suddenly Davina was really struggling with her fear again, mentally looking for an escape. "Now it's going to start happening," she thought to herself. "This is how I'm going to die; dressed like a girl, in the middle of a mall, publicly exposed as a crossdressing boy and at the hands of a boy from school."

Her eyes still never leaving her plate, she listened to his approaching footsteps with ever increasing dread, only to hear his voice pleasantly saying, "Excuse me, miss."

She glanced up, cautiously looking at his face. "Yes," she replied in controlled response, consoled that her shaking knees were hidden from his view by the table.

"Hi," he said confidently. "My name's Randy and I think you're absolutely beautiful. Do you think, maybe, you might consider going out with me some time?"

Davina was stunned. She had no idea whatsoever to say. This wasn't at all what she expected.

Quickly, spotting her victim's hesitancy, Karen spoke up, saying, "Don't mind my friend, Randy. She's new here and a little shy, but I bet she'd just love to go out with you some time. Wouldn't you Davina?"

"Karen's right," Cynthia added, looking up at the handsome young man. "My daughter is very shy and not used to being around boys, but I don't think right now's a good time for her to be going out on dates. We have too many other things we need to take care of first right now. Maybe if you left your number, she could give you a call later when we're more settled in."

Now, Davina really wanted to crawl under the table. She may have deeply wanted to be a girl and to be able to dress in girl's clothes all the time, but in the past boys had always meant nothing but trouble for her and she felt absolutely no attraction to them whatsoever, sexual or otherwise. "What's my mother doing," she wondered in bewilderment to herself. "It's like she's trying to set me up on a date with him."

Randy, quickly agreed, wrote his name and number on a napkin and then headed back to his waiting chums with bounce in his step. It was immediately evident on him rejoining his group that he was bragging about having scored a date with the beauty sitting at the table with the two adult women and Karen (who he'd actually recognized from school). The animated conversation the group of boys had as they walked on into the mall, to anyone who's overheard teenage boys talk about girls, had obvious and overt sexual overtones and likely included exchanging odds on whether or not he'd be able to get into Davina's pants on the first date.

"Well, now," Cynthia broke the silence at the table as she scooted back her chair and stood. "Time to be off to the beauty shop and then home."

Shortly they found themselves entering the beauty shop Susan regularly patronized. Being such a regular customer, she was immediately recognized.

"Susan," the owner of the shop called out cheerfully from the back of the main room and set aside the broom she'd just been using on seeing her enter. "So nice to see you again so soon; and you brought friends with you. What can I do for you ladies today?" she added as she crossed the room, past several chairs of other women getting their hair cut and styled.

"It's my niece, Davina," Susan responded, with a kiss to the cheek. "She's finally passing her tomboy phase and just realized how much fun it can be to really be a girl. What we need you to do is rescue her from the butchery she's given her hair recently. You can help us, can't you, Sherry?""

"Oh, my," Sherry said half to herself. Her hands absent mindedly slipped into the pockets of her apron, as she walked around Davina, inspecting the relatively short mop on the child's head. "Dear, oh dear. What have you done to yourself? Such a pretty girl and you must have chopped your hair off like a boy's hair once not too long ago. What were you thinking, you silly girl?

"At least it seems to have grown out some since you did this awful thing," she added more clearly, as she stopped in front of him and lifted a tuft of hair with her fingers. "Maybe we have a little to work with here..., I hope. Let me see what I can do."

With that, she lead him/her to her own chair at the back of the room.

"Have a seat, young lady," she then said, indicating her chair with her hand. "Let's see if we can do anything about this disaster."

Davina suddenly felt ashamed about and embarrassed by her hair, as if she'd had it cut short to spite her mother or something. It looked too much like a boy's haircut. It wasn't feminine enough. He even tried to will it to be longer, now feeling far more embarrassed at not looking as pretty as he might otherwise than he was about being dressed like a girl.

After all the compliments he'd had that day about how pretty he was and all the people who'd immediately assumed he was a girl, now he was worried his hair was still giving him away. He wasn't pretty enough. He had to be prettier. He quickly and without hesitation sat in the stylist's chair, anticipating the final piece in his apparent feminization.

Karen, seeing his reaction, was very pleased. He had clearly and completely stopped fighting it..., finally. He had accepted that he was going to become a girl; "or at least shemale," she added silently to herself with a smile.

Chapter Eleven

Sherry was something of a genius when it came to hairstyling. Somehow, she turned the shaggy mop of once male hair into a stylish, although short, and quite feminine coiffure. Now, there was no chance anyone would ever mistake Davina for a boy. She was just too pretty and too obviously a girl - even though she wasn't.

[More to come...., if requested.]