BOB BECOMES BOBBI

I was just turning ************ the summer I met Marshall. I lived in a
small rural town and keeping busy during the summer vacation was always a
problem. That's why when Marshall a ************ and his ***********
sister came to visit there Grandparents who lived just up the street it was
an opportunity to escape some of the boredom. Marshall and his sister,
Jennifer, were from the big city. To them we were all hicks.

Marshall was quick to start up an association with me only because I was
conveniently located to his Grandmother's house. Jennifer, was much more
prissy and looked at me as a wart on the world and to be avoided at all
costs. No doubt she was the spoiled baby girl of the family and got pretty
much her way. She was always dressed to the nines, always in dresses and
skirts. She was always so beautiful and her clothes really made her a
stand out.

Ever since the incident when I was *********** and my Mother punished me by
making me wear my sister's clothes, I had become a hamper raider. I just
loved the feel of my sister's nylon panties on my bare butt. Every few
days would find me locked in the bathroom digging through the hamper to
find the delicate panties and maybe a slip or skirt to try on.

Please understand at this point in my life I was very sexually unaware.
Sure I got erections, especially in panties and a skirt. However, I had
never had an ejaculation. Oh, I heard the words and stories of boys and
girls and what they did, but I was ignorant of the real world of sex. I
certainly had no idea of why I liked my sister's clothes so much and did
not recognize the reason for my infatuation over Jennifer's beautiful sexy
clothing.

I was enamored with the fact that an older guy, Marshal, had any interest
in hanging around with a ************ boy. Almost every day Marshal and I
would spent some time together. Usually a hike through the woods or board
games at his house or mine. Then one day we were at his Grandmother's
house alone. His Mother, sister and Grandmother had gone shopping for the
day. It was a rainy day and we were in his bedroom playing checkers when
he brought up the subject of sex.

"Hey, Bob," he said matter factly, "Have you ever jacked off?"

I was a little shocked but was not going to appear as the ignorant little
boy I was. Sure, I heard about jacking off although I really didn't know
the details. So I said, "Oh yeah, every once in awhile. Do you?"

"Oh yeah, man as tight as these girls are with it, it's the only way a guy
can ever get relief. You know what I mean," he said.

"Yeah I know what you mean," I lied.

"I'm really horny in this hick town. I've got to get some relief. You
want to jack off too?" he ask.

I hesitantly searched for a way out of this as I stammered, "Ah aa I not
horny right now."

Even as I replied, Marshall was standing up in front of me and dropping his
drawers. Wow, his dick was really big. He was wrapping his hand around it
and gently stroking it. He was circumcised and the large purple head of
his dick had me mesmerized. I sat there staring at it while he continued
to stroke it.

"Ever see one that big before?" he ask.

I sat in silence not knowing what I was feeling. No, I had never seen
anything that big and his balls hung down and he had hair like an eagles
nest holding the pole.

Then he ask, "You ever been corn-holed?"

That I had never heard of and responded, "I don't think so. I never heard
of it. Maybe we call it something different around here."

Marshall laughed and said, "Man I don't believe you. Corn-holing is when
one guy sticks his dick up another guy's asshole and fucks him. Lot's of
guys do it to get relief and it feels good for both of them."

I was in shock. I didn't know what to say. I finally blurted out, "You
mean like guys do it to girls? No, I never did that and no one ever did
anything like that to me either. I'd have to be a girl to have a guy do
that to me."

"Hey man, guys that do it to one another aren't girls. This is something
between guys," he said in mockingly.

I may have been ignorant, but I wasn't stupid. I could see where this was
leading I didn't think I wanted any part of it. "Maybe they do in the
city, but not around here. Boys only do it to girls and I'd have to be a
girl before any guy ever did that to me," I said with authority.

Marshall just laughed as he continued to stroke his dick right in front of
my face. Then he shocked me once more as he said, "You know you'd make one
hell of a good looking girl. When I first saw you I thought you were a
girl. With your long hair and those long eyelashes your better looking
than my sister will ever be."

"Hey, that's not true. I'm a boy and everyone knows it. I'm no sissy." I
responded. I was flushing red with embarrassment. My excursions into to
my sister's panties and skirts flashed through my mind. I was sure he
didn't know about my secret but he was hitting close to home.

"Oh, you know you'd be a knock out as a girl. Just look at you. If you
don't believe me I could prove it to you." He said.

"Prove what to me? You mean that I look like a sissy?" I responded in
anger.

Marshall had stopped stroking himself and looked intently down at me. "I
could prove to you how pretty a girl you would make is what I said, not a
sissy. Look no one is going to be home for a long time. Let me prove it
to you. No one but you and I will ever know about it," he said.

My mind was racing. How was he going to prove something like that to me?
He had to be planning to make me look more like a girl, but what did he
plan to do? Wow, I thought, if he'd let me try on the little outfit his
sister wore yesterday I don't know what I'd say or do. Jennifer had some
really sharp clothes. So I ask, "And how do you think you could prove
something like that to me?"

"Look," he said "Just let me fix you up a little and if you don't think I'm
right then no harm done, right?"

"Well, I don't think so. What does "fix-me-up-a- little" mean? Anyway I'm
not a girl and I'm not a sissy either. I think I'd better just go home
now," I said without much conviction. I hadn't ever let anyone see me in
my sister's clothes or ever let on to anyone about the things I did like
that. My better senses told me to get out now and end this stupid thing
before it went too far.

"Look Bob, you know I wouldn't ever hurt you and I could never tell anyone
what we do here. After all didn't you just see me with my pants down and
playing with myself? If you told anyone about that I'd be in trouble. So
you see I couldn't rat you out to anyone. Come on, let me prove this to
you. You just do everything I say and when I'm done if I haven't proved
how pretty a girl you'd make I'll even give you this $5.00 bill," he said
holding a five dollar bill out in front of me.

The five dollars and the possibility of getting into Jennifer's clothes was
to much and trounced on "better sense".

"Well, I guess it would be OK, but I'm not promising anything. If you get
weird, I'm out of here," I said meekly.

"Great! Look get out of your clothes and wait here for me for a minute.
I'll be right back," Marshall almost cried as he turned and left me in the
room alone.

I wasn't sure I had done the right thing. What was I getting myself into?
I wouldn't ever tell Marshall about what I did with my sister's clothes.
I'd pretend to him this was all new to me. I shed my jeans, T-shirt, shoes
and socks and was standing there in my BVD's when Marshall burst through
the door with both arms wrapped around the satins and lace of Jennifer's
clothes. He dumped the load unceremoniously on his bed and turning to me
said, "Hey I said strip, and I meant completely. Come on out of the shorts
too. Wait till you see what I've got for you."

I somewhat reluctantly stepped out of my jockey shorts without ever taking
my eyes off of the pile of frills he had thrown onto the bed. I saw the
little plaid pleated skirt that Jennifer had worn just the other day. Also
what look like a soft rayon type sun dress also was in the pile. I
couldn't believe I was doing this. I had to block my mind from the
knowledge that another boy was here watching me. How would I hide it if I
got an erection when I put the clothes on? What would Marshall think if he
saw that?

"Here," he said, "Step in to these first." He bent in front of me holding
open a pair of white satin & lace panties. "These are Jen's fanciest
panties with these on maybe you'll even feel like a girl."

I stepped into the panties supporting myself as I did so by resting my hand
on his shoulder. As I did so Marshall slid the panties up my legs where
the nestled around my crotch and over my bum. The feeling was one I had
never experienced before. s*s never had anything that felt so luxurious.
I was afraid I would have an erection right then and there, but I overcame
the urge.

As Marshall's hands had rubbed my legs as he drew the panties up my legs I
shivered with goose bumps. Marshall said, "Man your legs are as smooth and
soft as any girls' I've ever seen or felt. Do you shave them?"

"No, I don't shave my legs. What do you think I am?," I responded.

"Well look here will you, a pretty little white lacy bra to match your
panties. Turn around and I'll help you put this on."

I turned as he slipped the bra straps over my arms and he hooked the bra in
back. I had never had a bra on before. I wanted to at times but could
never figure out how to get it hooked in back by myself. Also the time
that required a quick change would have been encumbered by the bra. As the
satiny cups of the bra strained over my nipples they took on a life of
there own. My nipples hardened and made little points in the stretchy
white satin of the bra cups.

"Look at those titties! Just like a girl, getting all hard when you get
excited. You like this don't you?" Marshall quiried.

"No I don't. It's just that it tickles."

"Yeah, what ever. Here I think you'll want this petty slip for under your
skirt," he said as he held out a satiny white short slip with lace around
the hem and up the slit in the side.

I stepped into the slip as Marshall once again slid the silky garment up my
legs sending shivers through my whole body. As he nested the little slid
about my waist his hands lingered on my hips and slid over my satin encased
bum. His hands felt oddly warm on my butt and cause more goosebumps to
appear on my young tender body. I reddened with shame about the feeling I
was having.

"Hey, you ever seen girls put on hose before? I found this pair with
elastic lace tops I think you should try on. Just don't snag them or
something. Sit down over there and kinda role them up your legs. They
should fit you your not any bigger than Jennifer."

I sat on the edge of the bed holding the soft shimmery hose in my hands. I
really didn't know how to put things like these on, but I really waned to
try. Marshall mis-interrupted my hesitancy for stalling and said, "Hey
beautiful, your this far no wimp out on me now. Come slide those pretty
hose up those lovely smooth legs of yours."

He was already talking to me like I was a girl. I wanted to scream at him
I was a boy, but I was also feeling like a girl, a real grown up girl. I
rolled the hose up my legs as the topped out a little above my mid thigh.
They felt so smooth against my skin and the lacy tops around my creamy
white thighs made my penis harden up. At least now, the slip hid the lump
constrained by the white satin and lace panties. I stood hesitantly as
Marshall already had in hand the little pleated skirt. It was a
black/white/red with box style pleats. It zipped in the back. Marshall
unzipped the skirt and held it out for me to step into with a word spoken.

I stepped into the skirt as Marshall lifted it up around my waist and
zipped it snugly about my waist. The hem line barely covered the lacy tops
of the hose I was wearing. The slightest movement sent the pleated hem
carousing about my thighs. It pressed the lace of the slip against my
thighs and I almost swooned at the sensation. As I recovered somewhat,
Marshall handed me a white lacy top. I said nothing but took the top from
him and slipped it over my head and pushed my arms through the short
sleeves. The neck line was low cut barely hidding the lace of the bra I
wore. The bottom of the top ended above my waist leaving my mid rift
exposed. I had no breasts of my own but the slightly padded satin bra gave
the appearance of budding breasts.

I pulled my long hair out of the top and flipped it over my back. Marshall
just stared at me as he dropped a pair of black flats on the floor in front
of me. I responded to his silence in kind and stepped into the shoes.
With the hose on my feet slid easily into the shoes.

"Wow, hey cutie pie sit down over here. I just got to do one more thing
before I win my bet," he said.

I sat at his desk a he started combing my hair straight back and pulling
bangs down over my eyes. With the hair over my eyes I couldn't see well
but could feel him parting my hair and pulling it to the sides. I could
feel him tying something into it, but sat as in a trance. Then out of
nowhere Marshall in one movement wacked off my bangs with a pair of
scissors.

I yelled and jumped to my feet almost getting the point of the scissors
embedded in my eye, "What did you do? You can't cut my hair. How am I
going to explain this to Mom?"

"Relax, I'll fix it later so no one will know. Now here, do this with your
lips." He said as he puckered his lips.

I knew what was coming next and I simply pursed my lips as instructed and
he wiped lipstick from a tube across my lips even taking the time to brush
in the bow in the upper lip.

As I stood he spun me around to face the mirror above his dresser. There
staring back at me was a very pretty girl. Not the remotest inclinking of
a boy existed in the ponytailed *********** in pink lipstick looking out of
the mirror. I stood in shocked silence.

As I stood there mesmerized Marshall spoke, "God your beautiful. I knew
I'd win the bet, but I never dreamed you would look like this."

He turned me from the mirror to face him. I looked up into his eyes as he
backed me towards the bed with his hands holding my arms. The back of my
legs hit the bed and I sat rather unceremoniously on to it. I saw the
buldge in Marshall's pants. It was right at my eye level. I couldn't
ignore it. Marshall unzipped his pants and pulled his big purple headed
cock out to point right between my eyes.

His hands smooth the hair on top of my head and gripped the ribbon encased
pony tails he had formed in my hair just moments before. "Here Baby, take
my dolly in those sweet lips of yours. Come on now sweets you know you
want to do it. All good ***********s do this for there guys. I am your
guy, ain't I?" He was holding my head by the pony tails as he thrust his
dick towards my mouth. In an instant the large purple head was pressed
against my pink colored lips. As I opened my mouth to protest he thrust
the head into my mouth with a large sigh.

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Here I sat in the sexy little
clothes of his sister and he had a cock in my mouth. I tried to protest
but his cock was so big it filled my mouth to where no words could escape.
Still holding onto my pony tails he started fucking my face and with each
thrust driving more of the long shaft into my mouth and into my throat.

I was gagging and attempted to bite down on his dick to at least get his
attention. This only produced a large sigh and "Oh Baby yes do it, do it.
Your so beautiful."

I was gagging and felt as if I were going to ***** as his dick slid to the
back reaches of my throat. In a desperate effort I pulled my head loose
from his grasp and spit his dick from my mouth. Tears were starting to
flow down my cheeks as I stood to run from the room. My escape was short
lived.

Marshall wrapped me in his arms as he held me from behind. "Oh please
Baby, I' sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you wanted to be my
girl. Look you can't go running around the neighborhood in those clothes.
What would your Mother say?" Marshall spoke into my ear. His hot breath
blowing on my neck and ear giving me a new set of sensations as I regained
my composure. As he held me tightly to him I could feel his erection
pushing against my bum.

Marshall still held me in one of his powerful arms. His other hand I felt
slip under my skirt and slip and begin to massage my satin clad butt. I
liked the feeling it was producing even as his hand slid into the back of
my white satin & lace panties and push them down over my bum. With my
panties down in back I felt his hand move around to hold my erect little
penis in the satiny front of the panties. Oh gosh it felt so good.

"Yeah Baby, you like that don't you? Your a beautiful ***********. And
your guy's going to show you how nice it is when a girl treats her guy
right," he whispered in my ear. His arm left holing me loosened and I
didn't move to escape this time. His free hand ran up under the short crop
top and found my erect nipples through the satin bra cups.

Marshall began a methodical pinching of my nipples while his other hand
rubbed my penis through the panties. Then I felt his lips on my bare neck
as he kissed and nibbled. I shivered and almost collapsed. I hardly
noticed as my slip and skirt were worked up my back and his penis poked my
rose bud hole.

I was still floating off somewhere in this new found fantasy when a sharp
pain invaded my body. It felt as if a ball bat had been shoved into my
butt hole. I screamed and tried to pull away but was held tightly in
Marshall's strong arms.

"Easy Baby, easy, it only hurts for a little bit. Now relax and let your
guy give you his best. Relax baby, please it will make it easier. Come on
now baby let me have it all," Marshall pleaded in my ear.

I tried to relax hoping the pain would go away. My relaxation only
permitted a further invasion of my virgin hole as he drove his meat pole
deep into me. He pulled slightly back only to assault my hole again with
even deeper thrust. I screamed again as he grunted in my ear and bit me
again on the neck. I felt his balls slapping my ass as he pumped in and
out of my ass. He never stopped rubbing my little clitty in the front of
my panties. His large dick felt as if it were ripping my bum hole larger.
However, the deep penetration of his dick into me was hitting some spot in
me that made my clitty jump in his hands. This must be what girls felt
when a guy was fucking them, I thought.

I cried out to Marshall, "Oh, please Marshall, don't do this to me. Your
hurting me."

It did hurt but it felt good too.

Marshall's response came as a shock, "Shut-up you little slut. You know
you like it. Come on girl tell me you like it. Tell me you want me to
fuck your little your little ass." He said this as he gripped my nipple
between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it sending excruciating pain
through my breast.

I relented, yelling, "YES YES Marshal, FUCK ME. I want you to fuck me. I
like it, yes fuck me."

My words seemed to inflame Marshall as he drove into me so hard I fell
towards his bed. I caught myself with my hands and arms on his bed but now
I was bent over even more. This new position seemed to allow even a
further invasion of my virgin hole as he drove so deep into me he bottomed
out when his dick hit some internal blockage in me. I screamed both in
pleasure and pain as I felt Marshall begin to pump me full of his white
creamy cum.

Just as Marshall began exploding in me I had my first ever orgasm, spewing
cum into the panties Marshall held my clitty in. I never felt anything
like it. My whole body trembled. Marshall held me tightly with his dick
burried as far into me as physically possible. It was then that I felt his
warm cum oozing out of my tightly packed hole and running down the inside
of my thighs.

"Oh Baby, your the fuck I ever had. Oh God I don't believe it. Your
better than any girl I've ever been with. Oh yes yes", Marshall moaned in
my ear as I felt his dick begin to soften inside me.

The shame of what had just transpired flooded over me. I began to sob
quietly as tears began running down my cheeks. "Marshall, please get off
me. I'm a boy. Please Marshall, let me up."

Marshall complied as he rose pulling his softening member from my ass hole.
A flood of warm cum followed as it ran down my thighs to the tops of the
lace top stockings I wore. I stood upright trying to hold the skirt and
slip out of the gooey mess between my legs. The pretty satiny panties were
filled with my cum in the front and catching Marshall's cum as it continued
to flow from my ass hole so recently violated.

As I stood there in front of Marshall awkwardly trying to save the pretty
clothes yet stem the flow of cum Marshall finally spoke, "Bobbi, please
don't cry. I didn't mean to hurt you, if I did. You do make a beautiful
girl and no girl could ever have done for a guy what you did for me. I
can't believe it myself. Here let me help you get cleaned up a little."

With that said, Marshall produced a towel and reached between my legs to
wipe the cum from my thighs and dripping ass hole. He managed to slide the
satiny panties down my legs without smearing the cum on the hose or shoes
as I stepped out of them. I was really confused. What had I just done?
Did this mean I was queer? How could I have gotten enjoyment out of what
Marshall had just done to me? My tears were not that of pain but those of
embarrassment for having enjoyed being fucked like a girl by a guy.

"Bobbi, you better go to the bathroom and get out of Jennifer's clothes and
clean yourself up some. She and Grandma could be home anytime now."
Marshall said handing me my regular boy clothes.

I said nothing but took the clothes and still holding the skirt and slip up
around my waist headed for the bathroom. My bum hole was starting to ache
from the recent assault as I he walked to the changing room. Once inside I
shut the door and hurriedly slipped out of the wondrous clothing. I took a
wash rag and cleaned my bottom and inner thighs of the now shinny dried cum
that remained. All the time I was wondering what had started here today.
Would it happen again? Did I want it to ever happen again? I really
didn't know. What I did know that a few minutes ago I really felt like a
real girl. I felt loved and wanted. Would this be the price I would pay
for wanting to be a girl?

I was cleaned and dressed as Bob, once again. I exited the bathroom and
returned to the bedroom to face Marshall once again. I entered and said,
"I'm all done. Here's Jennifer's clothes."

"Oh, Ok. Here, I have something for you. Here take these with you, Jen
will never miss them and I want you to have something to remember this by.
Maybe you'll wear them for me again sometime," He said handing me the satin
and lace panties still wet from both our cum.

I silently took the panties and was about to head out the door when
Marshall took me by the arm turned me to him and pressed his lips to mine.
His tongue penetrated my mouth and I responded. I had stirring in my groin
as he held me tightly to him. He finally broke the kiss I and turned and
ran from the house with the sticky panties clutched in my hand. I ran
directly home and stuffing the panties in my jean's pocket went straight to
my room. I took the panties from my pocket and fondled them in my shaking
hands. I then went to the bathroom and locking the door wash the satin and
lace material free from the sticky cum left behind. I squeezed as much
water out of them as I could and then rolled them in a towel as I had seen
my sister do with her good sweaters to dry them.

I took my almost dry treasure back to my room and found the perfect hiding
place deep in the back of my closet. I then fell onto the bed and slept.
Evening shadows were falling when my sister poked her head in the door and
said, "Hey, Mom's been looking all over for you. Supper's on the table and
we're starting with out you."

"Oh, OK. I'll be right down," I replied. As I descended the stairs to the
kitchen I felt as if they could see what had happened to me. It was like
they knew everything. I almost turned and ran back to my room, but I knew
they couldn't really know.

As we sat eating dinner Mom ask, "Where were you all day Bob? I haven't
seen you since early today. And you sleeping in the middle of the day, I
can't believe that."

"Oh, I was over visiting Marshall for awhile. We played some games he
brought with him. I don't know I was just real tired when I came home
that's all."

"Are you galled again on your bottom? I saw you walking funny coming down
the stairs. You know in this summer heat you should put some powder on
your backside. After supper I'll take a look at it for you," Mom said.

I almost panicked as I replied, "No Mom, it's OK. My foot was just
asleep." I could let her see my bum. She'd know for sure what had
happened if she saw it. I just knew she would. Then my sister Carol piped
in, "Oh yes Bob you should powder everyday. I'll even let you borrow some
of my pretty smelling body powder till you get your own. And if your real
nice I'll let you borrow a pair of my nice silky panties to wear so little
boy doesn't get a sore little bottom." She laughed at her own teasing and
baby talking to me.

"Mom tell her to shut up before I club her one," I shot back in anger.

Carol replied, "Oh yeah right, your going to club me. Your such a little
s*s I can handle you anytime. Start something and I'll put you over my
knee and spank you."

"Alright that's enough out of both of you. If your done eating go find
something constructive to do or I'll find you both something to keep you
busy," Mom retorted.

Dad who had sat through this with out comment spoke then, "Yes, Carol you
better just do as your Mother says. You are bigger than Bob right now but
then you could be mistaken for my son with the boyish style of dress your
usually in. And I'll bet you wish you had the hair Bob sports also."

"Yeah, Dad. Just because he looks like my sister instead of my brother
doesn't mean I look like a boy," Carol said in mock jeaously.

I quickly excused myself from the table and returned to my room to play
games and watch some TV. As I sat on the bed I couldn't concentrate. My
mind was still filled with the days events with Marshall. I wondered if
Marshall really like me as a girl or if he had just said and did those
things so he could get himself off. How could I ever face him again/ Would
he ever tell anyone what happened today? As the night wore on I thought
more and more of being dressed in Jennifer's clothes. I really did look
like a girl. What would it be like to be dressed up like that and be able
to go the mall or a school dance? Would people know?

As I got ready for bed I was drawn once again to the panties Marshall had
given me. I retrieved them from the hiding place in the closet and after
striping once again slid the delicate smooth panties up my legs and around
my sore bottom. I slide in under the covers on my bed still deep in
thought when Mom knocked lightly and then came directly into my room. I
clutched the sheets up around my neck tightly as I wondered if she knew.

"Here, I brought you some powder. I'll powder your bottom for you. Let go
of the covers and roll over for me," She said tucking at the sheet.

"No, Mom," I said as I clutched the covers tighter, "I'm not sore. I'm
fine. I'll put some on tomorrow after I bath."

"OK," she relented, as she loosed her grip on the sheet and sat the powder
on the night stand, "sleeptight I'll see you in the morning." She turned
and left the room as my heart continued to thump. That was too close. I
wouldn't make that mistake again.

The next two or three days I avoided all contact with Marshall. At night I
would either wear the panties for awhile or fondle myself with them. I
never did it till I came again though. I really thought that that would
only happen again if someone were doing the thing Marshall did to me that
day.

The morning of the fourth day I was just making my bed when Mom yelled up
the stairs, "Hey Bob, Marshall's here to see you."

I was almost in a panic. What was he doing here. Was he telling Mom what
I did. Surely he wouldn't. I mean he did it to me I didn't do it. I
practically ran down the stairs to defend myself.

"Hi Bob," Marshall said with a wink of his eye, "I haven't seen you for
awhile. Your not pissed about something are you?"

There in the presence of Mom I could act suspicious. I replied, "Naw, I
just been busy. What's going on?"

"Oh nothing really. I just got left home alone all day today. Grandma and
my Mom took Jennifer shopping for summer clothes at that mall over in
Somerset and said they'll be gone all day. I just thought maybe you'd like
to come over for awhile. I mean you seemed to have fun the last time,
didn't you?"

I flushed red at the innuendo carried in Marshall's invitation. "I don't
think I can today, sorry," I replied.

"Oh that's too bad. I got some new things I know you'd really like," he
continued.

Then Mom said, "Why don't you go. I'm tied of you hanging around the house
underfoot all day. Go visit. After all Marshall won't be around here for
you forever."

I knew Mom had no idea of what she was encouraging me to do. I also knew
right then what Marshall had in his mind. Did I really want to continue
this thing? I wasn't sure about it but then I could go and then tell him I
didn't want to do it anymore.

Then Marshall said slyly, "Hey, if you don't want to come over to my
Grandma's house I could bring some stuff over here."

That decided it for me. "No, that's OK. We can go over there. I see you
in a little while Mom," I said as I headed for the door with Marshall
following.

"Oh that's OK honey, stay as long as you like. Just be home for dinner,"
Mom said.

"Yeah, Mrs. Cole, He'll be fine with me. I won't let him get in any
trouble. I know just what Bob likes to do."

As we exited the house and out of ear shot of Mom I said to Marshall, "What
are you trying to do. You said you'd never say anything about that. I
think what happened was bad and I don't think we better do it again."

"Oh, Bobbi, you don't get it do you? Your my girl now. I really mean it.
I missed not seeing you. And when you dress up like a girl I can't stand
it. You can't tell me you didn't like wearing my sister's clothes now can
you?

"I don't know. It was kinda fun, but I'm a boy. I'm not some ****** or
queer or something."

"I know your not Bobbi, but did you ever think maybe you should have been
born a girl? You know men and women have both inside them and sometimes it
happens like a birth defect. You know like when a baby is born crippled or
something. Well, we learned in school that sometimes girls are born with
dicks even though they are really girls inside. And sometimes guys grow
breasts or are born with out a dick even though they are really guys.
Maybe you really are a girl inside. I mean your so pretty like a girl and
everything."

"Ah, your crazy. I never heard of such a thing."

"Well you can't tell me you didn't like being in her clothes, now can you?
Look today when we get there I'll let you go in Jennifer's room and pick
out all the clothes you want to wear. Anything you want. And if that's
all you want to do that's OK too. You can even use her make-up if you want
too. They won't be home all day."

Oh I did want to put dresses on again today. I wasn't sure about the rest
of it but I could hardly wait to be able to pick out the stuff of
Jennifer's to wear. And with a little make-up I wondered what I'd look
like.

So we entered the house and as we arrived at the top of the stairs Marshall
swung open the door to his sister's room and standing aside said, "Here, go
in and take what ever you want too. Surprise me. Let me see my beautiful
girl again."

I said nothing and entered into the overtly feminine room with the pink
canopy bed and pink walls. Oh I'd love to have a room like this of my own.
I shut the door behind me and after a moment headed to the dresser and
began opening the drawers. Soft silky panties in every shade under the sun
and almost every pair had a matching bra to go with it. The next drawer
contained the slips, full slips and half slips with matching lacy
camisoles. The next drawer contained socks from white athletic ones to
those in pastel colors. Nylons mostly in pant hose styles in every shade.
There were the lace top hose I had worn before and a few more pair in pink,
white and black as well as the tan ones.

I turned my attention to the closet and slid the mirrored doors wide open.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Hanger after hanger of dresses, skirts,
blouses, long dresses, short dresses, skimpy sun dresses, and elegant
looking party dresses. The floor of the closet was an array of shoes from
pink sneakers to strappy heeled sandles and pumps that glittered with
sequins.

I knew immediately what I wanted. I left the closet and returned to the
drawers. I carefully selected a white satin panty and bra set. No lace
adorned them but the stretchy satin smooth fabric felt luxurious in my
hands. Next came the little lace half slip with lace hem that fell barely
to mid thigh. The matching camisole would have to wait till I did
something with my empty satiny bra cups. As I rummaged in Jennifer's panty
and bra drawer I made a real find. There under the panties was two skin
tones breasts complete with a nipple. Oh, so Jennifer wasn't all she
seemed to be I thought. I tucked the cool forms into the cups of the bra.
The transformation was wonderful. I tossed my hair and watched myself in
the mirrored door. Now I really had a shape like a girl. I turned to view
myself sideways. I didn't need anything in back. I had really cute
rounded buns. The only distraction was the slight bulge my hardening
little penis made in the front of the panties.

I hurriedly took the white shimmery hose from the drawer and rolled each up
my smooth hairless legs. The lacy elastic top was barely hidden by the
slip. I had to lift the slip slightly to see my creamy white thigh emerge
from the stocking top to disappear into the soft satiny white panties.
With my breast forms in place I slipped the camisole over my head and went
to the closet to find the shoes. The white sandals had a heel that
appeared to be about two inches high. I slipped them on my feet as my
stocking covered toes poked out the front.

I looked once more towards the closet but decided but decided it was
make-up and hair time. I sat down at Jennifer's vanity in front of all the
colors, powders, nail colors, lipstick and all the finishing touches that
made a girl a girl. I skipped the foundation. Just alittle pink blush to
the cheek bones. Then I spread the soft slippery pink lipstick over my
lips being careful to form the little bow in my upper lip as I had seen Mom
and s*s do so many times.

It was easy to pull the bangs out that Marshall had cut just a few days
earlier. It was funny Mom had never said anything about the trim job. I
combed and brushed my hair into a straight drop framing my pretty painted
face. Then I selected a white hair ribbon from the box on the vanity and
slipping it under the fall of my hair and over the op it separated the fall
from the bangs. I couldn't recognize Bob any longer. Bobbi was looking
quite demurely back at me from the mirror. I sat there just admiring
myself for sometime before I regained my composure.

Then off to the closet I went. I already knew exactly the dress I wanted.
I had never seen Jennifer in it but probably because it was a party dress
or at minimal a Sunday-go-to-meeting dress. It was snow white. It was
made of silky rayon with a full cut skirt that d****d from the narrowed
waist. The top was similar to a boat neck in the front with a collar that
stood up around the top of the breasts but leaving the top and neck fully
exposed. The neck line drooped over the ends of the shoulder to expose the
shoulder from neck to shoulder tip. The neck line continued round back to
the zipper that was hidden under a large bow and d**** that fell in two
streamers almost to the hem line.

I unzipped the dress and removed it from it's hangar. Then I stepped into
it and drawing it up and slipping my arms rough the openings. I shivered
as the silky material ran over my satin clad body. My penis was as hard as
it has ever been in it's satin encasement. I struggled with the zipper.
Girls must be double jointed to be able to manage the zippers in dress like
this one. I had manage to get the zipper almost all the way up as the
bodice hugged me in a world of luxury. I twirled in front of the mirror.
I was all girl. I loved it. At that moment I knew I would turn the head
of every normal boy and have them hardening in their jeans.

It was time. I hadn't heard a sound from Marshall since he had deposited
me in his sister's room. I was ready for my grand entrance. I was ready
to turn Marshall on once again. I only wished we could go out arm and arm
and show off to the world. We would make a fabulous couple. I swung open
the door to go find Marshall. It wasn't Marshall I found. Instead
standing in the doorway with her arms loaded with packages stood Jennifer.

A pregnant silence followed as Jennifer tried to comprehend who stood in
front of her and why they were dressed in her dress and shoes. I was in
shock. I was frozen almost in mid stride still holding the door open with
on hand.

Jennifer broke the silence with a scream, "EEEEEEEEEEEHHH, Mother there's
someone in my room."

I responded stammering, "Ppp..lease, Jennifer, it's me. Please don't call
your Mom. I can explain."

It was to late for that. Jennifer's Mom appeared at the top of the stairs
as Marshall timidly peeked out of his bedroom door and quietly closed it
again. I was on my own from his perspective, I guessed.

Jennifer spoke again, "Bob? That is you, isn't it? What the hell are you
doing wearing my dress? What kind of pervert are you? MOM!"

Jennifer's Mom had arrived and spoke up, "What the hell is going on here?
Who are you? What are you doing in this house? Where is Marshall,
MARSHALL!"

"Mom it's Bob from up the street. It's a boy and he's wearing my good
dress and shoes."

"Marshall, what the hell's going on here? Marshall where are you? Get out
here this instant," there Mother yelled.

I was still in stunned silence. My whole body was flushed with
embarrassment and terror as I couldn't imagine what was going to happen to
me. I began to plead, "Please, I didn't want to do this, Marshall made
me."

Marshall then appeared and feigning shock said, "What the hell is he doing
in your clothes, Jen? Shit, you said you were going to the bathroom and
now your in her clothes. What a little fairy. I don't believe it."

I was crushed. In a moment I had fallen from being his girl, his pretty
thing, to being a fairy. He wasn't going to defend me and I really
couldn't tell them everything that might have made my story
believable. Tears started to flow from my eyes. I was lost. I was to be
the sacrifice. I was going to have to assume the total responsibility for
trying to be the girl Marshall said he wanted me to be.

"God Mom, Look! He's even wearing my slip, panties and hose," Jennifer said
as she had dropped her packages and lifted the hem of the dress above my
waist. As she did so she reached under the skirt of the dress I thought to
maybe tear the slip down but instead grabbed my penis in the front of the
smooth satin panties. As quickly as she had grabbed me she let go as if
she had been burned.

"Mom, he he ..he's hard in my panties," she mumbled to her Mother.

"I don't know what's going on here but I'll put an end to it right now,"
her Mother said as she grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me past
Marshall and down the stairs. I wasn't use to the heels and stumbled after
her down the stairs and right on out the front door. Jennifer followed and
started a chatter as she had now formed some thoughts of her own and the
shock of finding a neighbor boy in her clothes wore off.

"Mom, what are you going to do to him? This is sick. I'll burn those
clothes. I'll never wear them again. And that's my new panties and slip.
I'll bet he even has my bra and camisole on too. He does Mom look the
straps are showing. He's got my bra and cami on too," Jennifer whined.

Up the street I was dragged in full view of everyone. If Jennifer had been
quiet no one would have thought much about it. But her chatter drew the
attention of everyone to the fact that they had a boy in a dress in tow.

"Don't worry, I'm sure his Mother will be more than happy to replace your
clothes since her son seems to like dressing like a girl so much," she
replied as she d**g me up on our porch and banged on the door.

Carol opened the door and after a glance at the neighbor and Jennifer
settled her gaze on me. Jennifer's Mother spoke, "Please get your Mother.
Your little fairy brother wants to show her something."

"Mom, come here quick," Carol shouted. "My, my aren't we the pretty little
thing. I din't know I had such a pretty little sister. Come on in, I'll
get Mom."

We were all standing in the front room as Mom entered. I was still in the
grip of my captor as she swung me around directly in front of my Mother.

"This little pervert you call a son was in my daughter's room playing dress
up when we came home and found him. I hope you like his outfit because I
going to have to insist you pay for the clothes he is wearing. I have no
idea what he was up to but I can assure you my daughter will never wear
these clothes again," Jen's Mother rattle on.

My Mother stood in stunned silence. I fully expected her outrage to
explode at any moment. Instead she remained extremely clam and replied,
"Well, I don't know anymore about this than you do. And yes, I'll see the
clothes are replaced. Bob what ever possessed you to do something like
this? Your Father is going to go ballistic. What are you doing in girls
clothes and made up like that."

I remained silent. Then Jen's Mom lifted the skirt of the dress to reveal
the under things I wore. "Well in addition to the dress, shoes, and
nylons, I expect the slip, panties, bra and camisole to be replaced also.
I'll see if I still have the sales slips. And I don't want this pervert
around my Mother's house or my c***dren again. If need be I'll go to the
local authorities."

Carol had been silent as she just walked around me looking me up and down.
I think she may have been embarrassed by her brother in dresses also.

Jennifer and her Mom turned and left in some what of a huff. I was now
alone with Mom and Carol awaiting the onslaught I knew would be unleashed
upon me. I couldn't look into Mom's face. I mumbled, "I'll go get my
clothes changed."

Mom spoke up, "Oh no you won't young man or should I say young lady. You
want to dress like a sissy then you stay dressed as a sissy. You'll pay
for the clothes out of your savings and since you like them so much your
going to wear them till I decide other wise. I can't believe you'd do
something like this. How long has this been going on?"

I was shocked. I couldn't wear these clothes. What would Dad say. Surely
she didn't mean it. "Mom, honest I didn't want to do this. I never did
anything like this before. Marshall made me do it. He was going to beat
me up if I didn't do it. Please Mom it will never happen again. Let me
get changed, please."

"Oh Mom isn't he such a pretty little thing. I'll lend him some clothes he
doesn't have to steal clothes from the neighbors. Oh I love the dress,
will you let me wear it sometime? I let you pick out something of mine to
wear, if you will," Carol started.

"Mom, make her shut-up please," I pleaded.

"Carol please, leave it be. I don't know what's going on here, but I'm
going to make sure you get to wear girls clothes long enough you won't want
to be a party to this again. Now go watch TV or something till I get done
with the laundry. I decide then what to do with you," Mom said as she left
the room.

Carol in a low voice said, "Oh you know you do make a better sister than
you do a brother. Just think we can share clothes and do on another's
hair. Oh and those panties are so sweet. But what about the boobs? How'd
you get them? They really look real, can I touch them?" Come on let's go
up to my room I want to see everything you have on please?"

There was a certain kindness in her voice and the one thing I really needed
right now was some one on my side. So I let her take me by the hand and
lead me to her bedroom.

Once inside she immediately ran her hands under the dress to lift it up
over my waist. While holding the dress in one hand she began to explore
with her other under my dress.

"Please Carol, don't do that," I whined.

"Oh, but Bob, no we can't call you Bob in this outfit. How about Bobbi?
No that doesn't fit. I know, TIFFANY. Yes, Tiffany for the sweet little
girl you are. Oh Tiffany what's this in your panties? Girls shouldn't
have things like this in there panties," She said as she found my hardening
penis in the stretchy satin fabric of the panties I wore.

"Please Carol, don't do that. It makes me feel all funny."

"Oh really, then being in dresses really excites you doesn't it. Oh you
really do like it don't you. What were you and Marshall doing? Was he
dressing up too? Were you being a bad girl with him?"

"We didn't do anything. He made me do it honest."

"Oh, I'll bet he forced you. What else did he force you to do Tiffany? Did
he take your virginity too? I'm a little jealous. I'm still a virgin and
here my little sister is out giving it away. Oh, you naughty ***********."

She was continuing to rub my penis through the satin front of the panties
as I felt as if I'd explode another load of cum into these panties. I was
as red as a beet and so flustered I could barely speak.

"Carol please don't do this to me. I thought you'd understand and help
me."

"Oh, but Tiffany, I do understand and I am going to help you," she said as
she pushed me backwards towards her bed.

I Again ended up sitting on the edge of the bed with my tormentor standing
in front of me. Carol then reached up under her pleated mini skirt and
slid her panties down her legs. She then lifted the front of her skirt to
expose her light blonde hared cunt directly in front f my face. I could
smell the musky odor as she moved closer. With her slender fingers on each
side of the lips she spread them apart to reveal her clitty and pink lined
hole of delight. I sat mesmerized at my first close look at a real life
pussy.

Carol spoke, "I'll bet you had Marshall in that little painted mouth of
yours. Now I think my little sister should learn how to make her sister
feel good like that too. Ever see a real pussy before, Tiffany? Come on
Tiffany, get that little tongue of yours out here and taste your big
sister's pussy."

I leaned slighty forward as Carol placed her hand on the back of my head
and pushed me into her now wet pussy. My tongue came out and I pressed it
into her womanhood.

"Easy Tiffany girl. Just use the tip of your tongue. That's a girl, right
up there, lick it easy baby. Ohhhhhhhhhhh Yessssssssss yesss, that's it
girl," She moaned as she pressed me deeper into the musky little pussy.

I was really excited myself and I had to get a hold of my little dick and
began a rhythmic stroking. I consciously moved my tongue down the spread
crack to penetrate her pussy hole. As I did so she jerked and almost
smothered me as she clamped my head into her crotch. Almost in unison I
came for the second time in my young life filling the front on my panties
with cum as Carol moaned deeply ad a rush of pussy juice flooded my captive
face. She bucked against my face as if she wanted my tongue deeper inside
her as my nose rubbed against her inflamed clitty.

"Oh God, Oh God yes. Oh Tiffany yess girl your are great. We are really
going to have some fun," Carol said as she stumbled backwards releasing her
grip on me.

I sat looking down at the mess I had made in the panties. Wondering what I
would do, what Carol would say, and how to hide the evidence of this.

"Oh Tiffany, you had a little accident, didn't you. Oh, and in your pretty
little panties. What will Mom say?"

"Please Carol, don't tell her. It just happened. What am I going to do?
What if Mom see them?"

"Don't cry. I think I have a pair that looks like them. I'll get them
while you get out of those panties and clean yourself up. There's Kleenex
on my dresser."

I slipped the panties down carefully so I didn't get the sticky cum all
over me and hobbled bow legged over to the dresser. I wiped the cum from
my belly and softening dick and was pretty well cleaned up when Carol
handed me the panties.

"Here girl get these on before Mom shows up."

As I took the panties from her hand and stepped into them I could see they
were not like the ones I had been wearing. Instead of the smooth satin
front these had a lace waist band and were adorned with little embroidered
roses at the top.

"I can't were these. If Mom sees then she'll know they aren't the same
ones. She's mad enough at me already."

"Oh just tell her you had an accident or started your period and borrowed a
pair of mine."

"Please Carol, don't tease me. Mom will lose it if she sees me like this."

"She's already seen you like that, stupid. Come on, get your panties and
into the bathroom. I'll show you how to wash your little delicate things
and keep them pretty. They way Mom talked you might be wearing your
frillies for a long time, so you better learn how to take care of them."

After the lesson on washing delicates and drying them in a towel we
returned to Carol's room. It was getting late in the afternoon and I
hadn't heard from Mom. Dad was due home soon. I was in a near panic.
Surely she had punished me enough. She wouldn't let Dad see me like this,
would she?

"Carol would you go ask Mom if I can get into my own clothes now? She'll
listen to you. Tell her I learned my lesson. I'll never let it happen
again."

"She isn't going to listen to me. You better ask her yourself. Personally
I hope she keeps you in dresses. I really really like having a sister like
you. Just think of all the fun we can have. This could be the best summer
of your life spent in dresses and such."

I had lost my advocate. She was turning on me. I was a boy, not her
sister and I wasn't going to be her sister. I turned and headed down the
stairs to find Mom and plead my case. I found her in the kitchen preparing
supper.

"Mom, I'm sorry about what happened. I shouldn't have let him make me do
it. I won' t ever let it happen again. Please can I change my clothes
now?"

Mom turned to me and said, "I don't know what to do with you. When you
were dragged in here today in those clothes I was shocked. I'm still in
shock I think. My son dressed up like a ***********. And who cut your
bangs? It's not that you just put girls clothes on but you've gone so far
to look like a girl in every aspect. Whose idea was it to fill your bra?
Was this really the first time? How long have you been doing this? Do you
think your a girl or want to be a girl? Are you queer? Do you like boys?"

"Mom, honest, I lied, I've never done this before and I won't do it again.
No, I'm not a queer. Marshall made me dress like this. He put the things
in the bra and he cut my hair before I could stop him. Please Mom let me
get out of this dress and things before Dad gets home."

"Absolutely not! I don't know what to do with you but maybe your Father
does. Since we are going to pay for all your nice *********** clothes your
going to get some use out of them by wearing them as far as I'm concerned.
Maybe if you have to dress like a girl you'll decide your better off as a
boy and stop this nonsense."

Just then Carol appeared and said to Mom, "Oh Mom, Tiffany had a little
accident in her panties so I let her pick out a pair of mine to wear till
hers dry. I showed her how to wash them out and dry them. There hanging
in her room now."

I almost dropped dead on the spot. How could she do this to me. I though
she was my friend in this. She was worse than Mom.

"Oh God," Mom sighed, "And you telling me how this wouldn't happen again.
And your already borrowing your sister's panties. Maybe you need to be put
in diapers if you can't control your bladder."

"No Mom it wasn't like that. I just dribbled a little. I was afraid you
be even madder if I didn't keep the clothes on like you said. Carol told
me to were these so you wouldn't be mad."

"I've heard enough from the both of you get busy and set the table for
dinner. Bobbi, you'll wear the clothes till your Father gets home and
decides what to do with you."

The table was set and Dad arrived home. I hung back in the kitchen as I
tried to avoid the confrontation. I could hear Mom and Dad talking in the
other room but couldn't make out was being said. I knew it had to be Mom
filling Dad in on what had transpired with his sissy son that day. It was
then that Carol came in and pinning me up against the counter with her body
started, "Well little sister I think you had better freshen your make-up
before your presented to Dad. Here this is your shade of lipstick, let me
help you."

I turned my head in protest and said, "Leave me alone. You already got me
in enough trouble."

"Look now, my little pussy licker, hold still or you'll find out just what
trouble is. You should have washed your face better, you smell like pussy.
Better not go kissing Dad."

I stopped my struggle as she reapplied lipstick. Oh, I hoped she was just
teasing. Surely I didn't smell like the musky pussy I so recently had my
face buried into. Just then Mom called, "Bobbi, get in here. Your Father
wants to see you, now."

I slowly went towards the room with Carol right behind me. There was no
escape. I stepped into the room and stopped at the very edge with both Dad
& Mom halfway across the room. Dad's mouth dropped open. What ever Mom
had told him hadn't prepared him for me in all my girlish refinement. His
shocked expression turned into a grin as he spoke.

"My god, I didn't know I had two daughters. And they are both so pretty,"
He chided. "Bobbi, you do look like a real girl I had no idea."

"Dad, please. Marshall made me do this and then Mom made me stay this
way."

Carol spoke, "Oh Dad doesn't he make a much better looking Daughter than a
Son? And I think he really likes pretending to be a girl. I think he
should always be my sister."

"Well, there's no denying he certainly makes a good looking girl and a
developing one too," Dad teased. "Well I guess I don't know what all
transpired here today but your Mother thinks you should spend some time in
your dress to make sure you understand what your doing. Marshall may have
put you in the dress but I don't see any bumps or bruises from your
fighting him off. So I'm going to leave this up to your Mother as to how
to handle it. I guess I'll miss my son, but what a lovely daughter I have
to take his place."

I hung my head in the shame from Dad's teasing. I was completely
humiliated. Carol took my hand as we headed to the dinning room for
supper. We sat and ate as both Dad and Carol continued there teasing. Mom
sat in mostly silence as if they were doing exactly what she thought needed
to be done.

Yes, Bobbi you do make a pretty girl. I like the hair style. And the
make-up really looks good on you," Dad said.

"Oh Dad don't call her Bobbi. She wants to be called Tiffany, don't you
s*s?" Carol replied.

"OK, Tiffany it is. I don't know but Tiffany seems very content in her
pretty dress, but it's a little much for everyday isn't it?" Dad said.

"Oh she can borrow some of my clothes. She already knows some of them fit
her already," Carol replied.

"Tiffany I surprised. I didn't know you wore your sister's clothes too.
When did you start this?" Dad said in mock surprise.

"Dad, I don't wear her clothes. I never did," I responded in anger at the
teaseing.

Mom finally spoke up, "I think that's about enough. Let's just finish our
dinner in peace. Then the GIRLS can do up the dishes."

After Carol and I had finished the dishes, I hid in my room the rest of the
evening avoiding the teasing from Dad and anymore ideas by Mom or Carol.
As I lay on my bed in the satiny dress afraid of the consequences of
removing it without Mom's permission I reflected on the day. I thought
about Marshall. Yes, I was pissed at him for shoving all the blame on me,
but what good would his confession done? When I was dressing in Jennifer's
room this morning I knew what I was doing and I knew where it was leading.
Yes, I wanted Marshall's attention. I wanted to feel his hands on me
again. I wanted to be fucked like his girl. I guess I was really
demented. As I thought about Marshall and what might have been my hand
slipped under my dress once again to minister to my hardening little dick.

My thoughts ran to Carol in her bed room. What she had me do and the fact
that it had excited me. It had been my first real close look at a real
pussy. The taste wasn't all that bad. And boy did she get excited. It was
almost like she peed herself when she came.

A knock on my door brought me from my reverie as I quickly pulled my hand
out of my panties and smoothed the skirt back own over my nylon covered
legs. Carol stepped into the room and threw me a batch of clothes.

"Here," she said, "Mom said to give these to you to put on after you bath."

I didn't believe it as I caught the garments and started separating them.
A pair of pink nylon and lace panties with the matching nylon lace baby
doll top, pink slippers and a pink satin bra.

"I can't wear this stuff to bed. Tell Mom thanks but no thanks."

"You tell Mom if you want too. If I were you though I do what ever she
said without any back talk or you may end up wearing dresses to school next
fall. Anyway Mom fixed the bath for you so you had better get going before
it gets cold."

Without further discussion I stripped the pretty dress, slip, nylons, bra,
and panties off and slipped into my bathrobe. I was standing there
completely nude when Carol burst through the door to fling her pink satin
shorty robe at me.

"Here, I almost forgot. You'll need this for your trips to the bathroom
Tiffany. Mom said she'll be up to check on you in a little bit. I
wouldn't cross her if I were you," she said as she exited as quickly as she
had appeared.

Once in the bathroom I found not just a tub of water but it was filled with
bubbles and smelled like a blooming garden full of lilacs. I slipped into
the water and scrubbed my face as hard as I could o remove all traces of
the make-up. I exited the tub and dried on the fluffly towel and after
brushing my teeth and combing my wet hair out straight slipped into the
satin robe to return to my bedroom. There I slipped the nylon bottoms of
the babydolls up my legs and around my waist. They were loose fitting and
seemed to provoke more sensation in my groin than did the snug fitting
panties I and worn that day. I slipped the bra on and then slipped the
silicone pads into the cups wanting to do everything Mom expected so as to
avoid any further punishment. I slipped the baby doll top over me and the
full cut of it dr****g over my chest sent shivers through me. Never before
had I wore anything like this, so sexy, so female. It gave rise
immediately to my little dick in the nylon bottoms.

I quickly jumped into my bed and pulled the sheet up around me. The weight
of the sheet only seemed to enhance the feeling of the nylon over my lilac
scented skin. I folded the sheet back off the top of my body and with the
remote turned the TV on to MTV. I was half lost in thought and half
listening and watching the sexy guys and girls in the videos when a knock
at the door announced the arrival of Mom on her inspection tour. She
looked strangely at me for a moment and then spoke, "What in God's name are
you wearing now?" She approached the bed and Carol stepped through the
door.

"And were you in my bath oils? You smell like flowers."

Before I could respond Carol spoke, "Mom, he begged me to let him borrow
that set to sleep in. He said you might make him sleep in the dress. And
he ask me to fix the bath for him like girls would, so I did. Sorry about
your bath oil I really didn't use that much."

"Mom, that's not true! Carol said you said I had to wear this tonight and
she said you fixed the bath water," I pleaded.

"I don't know what to believe anymore. Well your in them now so just wear
them tonight. We'll talk about it in the morning. And brush that hair out
and dry it before you go to sleep," Mom said as she turned quickly and
exited the room before I could plead anymore of my case.

Alone again I took my blow dryer and dried my hair as I brushed it out
straight. I tried to brush the bangs Marshall had cut in my hair back into
a more boyish style but to no avail. I slipped into bed and the mental
exhaustion of the day soon had me in dream land. It was sometime later
that I awoke feeling the presence of another in my bed. I first thought it
was Mom trying to wake me the night having expired. However, as I became
more conscious of my surroundings I realized someone was under the covers
with me as a hand began to explore my crotch. I started to say something
but was "shhhh'ed".

"Shhhhhhh, Carol whispered, "I came to play. I couldn't stop thinking
about this afternoon. Now be quiet or you'll wake Mom & Dad."

I whispered, "Carol, please. You got me in enough trouble, get out of here
and leave me alone. I have to wear these girls pajamas because of you.
You lied to me and to Mom."

Her hands continued to explore until she had my flaccid cock wrapped in the
panties of the nighty and began stroking me. She replied, "Look here little
sister, if you think your in trouble with Mom now just give me some more
lip and I'll see your in real trouble. You the best pussy licker in the
world I think and I know you really got off doing it, didn't you?"

I squirmed and I knew she would lie again just to get me in deeper with
Mom. Her ministration to my groin were having the desired effect. I
pleaded, "Please Carol, leave me alone. I don't think we should be doing
these things."

"Well Tiffany, your clitty says you still like it," she said as she pushed
the nylon and lace top of the nighty up and took my nipple between her warm
lips. She flicked her tongue over the hardening nipple and by now had her
hand inside my panties. She switched from one nipple to the other and they
hardened as I had never experienced before. The sensations sent goose
bumps coursing down my body to my toes. "Oh yes Tiffany likes that,
doesn't she. Now Tiffany I want you to suck your sister's pretty titties."

I had lost all resistance. I rolled over and pulling one of her small pert
titties out of her gown closed my mouth over it. As I tried to duplicate
the tongue action she had just done to me I let my hand fish down into her
gown to capture the other tittie with it's erect nipple. Carol moaned and
said, "Oh yes girl, that's the way." I could barely see but Carol had one
hand in my panties playing with what she called my clitty and her other
hand was buried in her crotch. It was then that she took my hand from her
breast and placed it between her legs right on her soft wet pussy. Her
hand covered mine as she guided it to her pleasure zone and demonstrated
the proper pressure and motion to pleasure her.

As we continued the exploration of each others body she began talking to
me, "Oh Tiffany that feels so good. Did Marshall rub you like this? Come
on tell me about you and Marshall, please. Did he really do you Tiffany?
Come on Tiffany tell your big sister about it. Did you like it? Did it
make you cum like you did this afternoon?"

"Nooo, nothing happened," I pleaded.

"Oh Tiffany, It's OK I'd never tell anyone. And if you really liked it
maybe we could find you another boyfriend."

"No, it hurt," I blurted out.

"Oh so my little sister did lose her cherry," she almost shouted as she
moved her hand deep between my legs and started to insert her long finger
into my rosebud hole. I squirmed to avoid the penetration. "Easy s*s, I
won't hurt you like he did, but if your going to have boys using you like
that you better get it exercised," she whispered as she found the mark and
pushed a finger deep into me.

"No Carol, it wasn't like that," I lied, "I don't like boys. I am a boy.
I like girls. I'm not a girl."

"Yes, yes Tiffany, I know. Your a good girl, aren't you? Now if you
really like girls I'm going to let you prove it to me."

With that she turned upside down in the bed and swung her leg over my head.
Her wet pussy was inches from my nose as I looked up to see the pink lips
already swollen from the hand action of a few moments ago. Before I could
even react, she had the front of my panties down and had taken my small but
erect dick into her mouth. I could begin to describe the sensation of
having my little dick buried between her soft warm lips and then her tongue
began flicking over the head. No wonder Marshall was trying to get me to
take his cock in my mouth. I started to buck and writhe against her face
as she lowered her pussy onto my face.

My tongue immediately went into action as I drove it directly into her wet
flowing hole. My chin rested on the little hard clitty and she began her
own rhythmic action as she squirmed as if to have my tongue buried so
deeply I would taste her tonsils. I couldn't hold back, I spewed my load
right into her mouth right at the moment she pushed her fingers into my
pussy hole so deep I thought for a moment it was Marshall again. Moments
later a gush of warm cum flooded my face as Carol let out a muffled scream.
She collapsed completely onto me almost smothering me. My head still
lodged between her tender creamy thighs. My mouth and nose still against
her treasured slit. Her cum completely engulfing my face and running down
my neck. As I recovered somewhat I couldn't believe what we had just done.
I had never had sensations like these, even when Marshall made love to me
that one time. I knew this was wrong some how, but I also knew it was
really bad to do it with your sister.

Carol crawled off of me and turned to hold me in her arms. "Your the best
Tiffany. I love you, little sister. Now tell me was it as good as when
Marshall fucked you?"

With no real resistance left I stammered, "It was different, not as good,
he did hurt me when he put his dick in me."

"Well s*s, were not going to let that happen again. We're going to find
you a nice gentle boyfriend to take care of Tiffany."

"Please Carol, don't say that. I'm not a girl."

"Baby your going to be my girl regardless of what Mom decides to do with
you forever. And don't lie to me or yourself, you like being a girl, don't
you. You like making love like a girl and you love being dressed like a
girl." This she said as she slipped from my bed. Then leaning down she
whispered, "Goodnight my sweet Tiffany. You better wash that pretty little
face and change your panties before you go to sleep."

Shortly after she left I got out of bed with another pair of cum drenched
panties in my hand. Change panties she said. I don't have panties to
change into. Then I remembered the treasure from my first time with
Marshall. I dug into the closet to retrive the satiny panties and headed
to the bathroom to clean myself up, put on clean panties and wash the cum
from the baby doll panties that matched my top.

I am choosing to end this story at this point. If there is interest in the
continuation E-mail me or let me know and I will post the continuation of
Tiffany growing up under her sister's tutelage.






Bob Becomes Bobbi Part II

Bob become Tiffany and is discovered by his sister and then his Dad. He
comes to the realization that he this is not being forced on him but he
does want to be a girl and he does like the boys attention


I awoke in the morning to the feel of the satiny pink baby doll nighty
hugging my body and my privates contained in the white satin and lace
panties of Marshall's sister, the only remembrance of our union just a few
weeks ago. Mom was knocking on my door and announcing herself prior to
entry into my room. The reality of my situation slowly came back to me. I
had been caught in Jennifer's clothes, d**g home and presented to Mom & my
sister Carol in all my frills. I had been made to stay dressed as a girl
for Dad to see and then made to wear a nighty to bed. Then Carol had me
doing things with her like we were queer girls.

Mom entered my room saying, "Well, how is my other *********** today? My,
my you certainly look cute in your little pink nighty. Ah oh, what
happened to your little pink panties to match your nighty? Did my little
girl have another accident? Maybe you do need diapered at night. Where
did those panties come from? If you never did this before where did the
panties come from?"

I had forgotten the panties. I turned beat red at the discovery and
searched my mind frantically for an answer to her question. "Mom, I
dribbled on the pink ones last night and Carol gave me these. I guess they
are hers. I was afraid to put mine on because you said I had to were the
girlie ones."

"Well, I don't remember Carol ever having a pair like those. I never
bought them for her. Anyway, your going to wear your panties and camisole
of your sisters. You can wear your clothes over them but if I have to say
anything to you or find out you haven't been telling the truth you'll be
wearing dresses and skirts for a long time. I've pressed the clothes you
had on yesterday and I've hung them in your closet. Just remember how
close they are and available if needed."

"Mom, please! I'll be good. Let me just wear my own clothes."

"Look Bobbi or Tiffany or what ever, I don't think I know the whole story
yet. Maybe when I'm satisfied I know the truth maybe I'll be able to
forget about how much you actually looked and acted like a girl."

With that said Mom exited my room leaving behind a white satiny camisole
with spaghetti straps and lace all around the scooped neck line. I would
be sure to wear a high necked heavy shirt over the camisole so no one could
possibly know what I was wearing under them. I slipped into jeans and a
shirt, athletic socks and Nikes. The heavy clothes sliding over the satiny
underthings was a constant reminder of the girly things I was being forced
to wear. The only saving grace was that to the rest of the world I was
dressed as any other normal boy.

I went down to breakfast, Dad was already gone to work for the day. Carol,
my older sister was helping Mom with the breakfast preparations. As soon
as she saw me she turned and said, "Good morning Tiffany. How's my little
sister today? My, my you look like a tom boy today. Would you like to
borrow one of my dresses to show off for Marshall?"

"Mom," I said. "Make her stop it."

"That's enough Carol. Leave your brother alone. I still don't know what's
happening around here with him but I know I want things back to normal."

"Really, Mom," Carol replied, "Is returning to normal mean letting him wear
panties and my camisole under his clothes? What a sissy. I think you
should make him wear girls clothes all summer. Then maybe he'd appreciate
being a boy."

"Carol," Mom said sharply, "I don't know what's right or wrong in this
situation. I don't understand a boy wanting to be dressed like a girl and
I don't know if that's what were dealing with here or if this has all been
forced on Bobbi. What I do know is I don't need your recommendations or
judgments as to how your Father and I decide to handle the situation."

I only stood in silence as they discussed me as if I wasn't even there. I
thought about interjecting support for my being forced into the situation,
but decided to leave well enough alone. The tirade by Mom silenced Carol
and the rest of breakfast went on uneventful. In fact the whole day and
then the next few days went on without mention of me being in dresses or
even girls under wear. I was out of the camisole and panties the next day
and back into my own boy clothes. Yes, I missed the soft silky clothes and
I wondered if I'd ever see Marshall again or if I'd meet a guy I felt like
that about or who made me feel and want to be a girl again. I doubted that
I would ever feel towards a guy again like I felt with Marshal. I figured
it to be an aberration that happened once and that now I'd return to being
a real boy wanting a girlfriend and the like.

About a week after this episode Mom and Dad left Carol and I alone for the
week-end as they were going to attend a wedding of my aunts. They were
going to stay over Saturday night as the distance to drive was to long
after a late hour reception. Both Carol and I received our instructions,
no k**s over, no parties, no fighting, go to church Sunday morning, etc.

With the usual "Yeah, Yeah's" we bid them farewell Saturday morning. I
returned to the den to watch the Saturday morning cartoons. I hadn't been
engrossed long in the cartoons when Carol came into the Den.

"Hey lazy," she said, "Are you going to bury yourself in the idiot box all
day? Come on up to my room a minute, I need your help with something."

"Ah, Later," I replied, "I want to watch this. What do you want anyway?"

"I need you to help me with something. I can't get it by myself. I need
your muscles for this job."

Well a little flattery, however false, went a long way. She actually need
my muscles for a job. Well OK.

"Oh all right, I'll be right up," I said. I trudged up the steps behind
her and followed her into her room. "OK, what do you need."

"Oh Tiffany, I need my little sister back for the week end," She said as
she closed the door behind her.

The shock wore off quickly as I responded with determination, "Your nuts.
Now get out of my way." I started to push past her towards the door. I
saw on her bed a complete outfit laid out on her bed. She was nuts. What
made her think I'd let her put me in a dress. Even if I did like it I
would never, ever let her know. I remembered what she did to me when I was
dressed before. She made me really feel like a girl with another girl.
But I knew that what she did was wrong. I knew it was bad, as bad as what
Marshal did to me regardless of how it made me feel.

"I wouldn't be so fast to say no. What do you think would happen if I told
Mom and Dad that I caught you putting my clothes on while they were gone?,"
she said so coyly.

"You can't do that. It's a lie."

"Oh, Tiffany, who do you think they are going to believe? Now if you
really didn't like it I wouldn't even ask you to be my little sister for
the week end, but I know you like it. Don't forget what you did to me
while you were dressed and what you did in the panties. That doesn't
happen if you don't like it. Maybe I should tell Mom how her **********
got all hard and didn't pee his panties but fill them with cum. Now come
on Little s*s, let's get you out of those tom boy clothes and into
something for a pretty ***********."

"You wouldn't do that, would you? Why are you doing this Carol? Please
don't make me do this. It's bad what we did and I'm your brother not your
sister. I don't want to be a girl."

"Tiffany get the hell out of those clothes now or you'll find out if I will
or not. Piss me off and I'll bet I can have Mom put you in dresses right
into school this fall. Dad isn't going to help you. I heard him tell Mom
if you wanted to be a girl then make you a girl, he didn't care, Just leave
him out of it."

I was trapped. I was really doing good at staying out of girls clothes
ever since I was caught. Now my own sister was going to make me wear them.
I slowly started slipping out of my clothes as tears started to creep out
of the corner of my eyes. Soon I stood before my sister completely nude
with my hands hiding my private parts.

"You big Sissy. Quit bawling or I'll give you something to bawl about.
Now get in the bathroom. I made you a nice warm bath to make you smell
like a pretty ***********. Now get in there. It's time you started
learning about being a real girl instead of just wishing. And we both know
you like it, don't we Tiffany?"

I headed towards the bathroom and choked out my plea, "Carol, please. I'm
not a girl. I don't want to be a girl. Please don't make me do this.
Please Carol don't do this to me. I'm your brother."

"Look s*s, you stopped being my brother when you came home in Jennifer's
clothes after having been with Marshal. Boys and certainly not a brother
of mine would dress up like that to be with other boys. I'd venture to
guess that before the weekend is over I'll know a whole lot more about
whether I have a brother or a sister and if he really likes girls or boys.
Now get in the tub and I'll show you how to use a razor. Were going to get
rid of all that ugly fuzz on your legs before you get to wear nylons like a
big girl."

I slid into the fragrant waters and felt the slippery waters engulf my
body. It really did feel nice. My reverie was short lived as Carol sat
down on the edge of the tub and grabbing my ankle hoisted my left leg out
of the water. With the pink razor in one hand and my leg held in the other
she began running the razor down my legs from ankle to high on my thigh. I
couldn't believe the fuzzy hair that mounted on the razor head. When she
had finished with my leg she dropped it unceremoniously back into the
water. I was in shock. I couldn't believe the difference in the feeling
of the water on my leg now void of the peach fuzz hair. I couldn't help
but reach under the water to feel the silky smoothness of my newly shaved
leg.

"Pretty nice, isn't it? You like having your leg shaved, didn't you? Now
you do your other one," she said handing me the razor.

I struggled to accomplish on this leg what Carol had so easily done to the
other. Eventually I had the leg smooth as the other with only one sign of
bleeding. I was enjoying the cooling water when Carol returned and said,
"Now raise your arm over your head like this." She demonstrated raising
her arm to expose the arm pit. I did as instructed as she took the razor
from me once more. "Your blonde hair and being whimpy I guess leaves you
almost bald under your arms. Hell girl, I have more hair on my legs and
arms than you do."

She quickly shaved what fuzz was under my arm and then repeated the same
procedure on the other arm pit. "Now," she said, "Let's see what we can do
with those pretty locks of hair. A nice shampoo and conditioning and
you'll be already for a nice perm or set."

"No way, Carol. You're not going to do that to my hair. No perms, it
wouldn't come out. I don't care if you do lie to Mom, I'm not going to
wear my hair in curls all summer," I retorted.

"Oh don't be a spaz, Tiffany. I won't perm your hair. At least not yet."

Carol proceeded to wash my hair in her scented shampoo and then after a
cool water rinse and squeezing the excess water out, proceeded to work in a
silk smooth conditioner. She told me to sit still for a few minutes while
the conditioner worked and she left the bathroom. A few minutes later she
came back in with a big pink terry cloth robe in her hands.

"OK, s*s it's time to get you prettied up. Out of the tub and hear you can
wear this for awhile," she commanded as she held the robe for me to slip
into.

"Carol, cut it out. I'm your brother, not your sister. Your the weird one
making me pretend to be a girl so you can have a sister," I retorted
sharply as I slipped into the robe. It did feel cozy and it only hung to
my mid thigh.

"Tiffany my dear, I'm only helping you to be the girl you want to be. Poor
*********** is so confused. She has to wear boy clothes all the time when
she really wants to be a princess in a little dress for her Daddy and the
boys. Well it's OK little sister. I'm going to let you be my "Secret
sister" all the time now," she said. "Now sit down over here till I get
your hair all set."

"I'm not a girl! I don't want to be a girl and least of all your sister.
Look, I have a penis," I said yanking the robe open to show her the obvious
as if she didn't know.

She just looked and continued getting her hair rollers out and set saying
to me, "Oh poor little Tiffany. Her clitty is so big. But it certainly
isn't big enough to be a dick. Boys have dicks that get real big to
satisfy there girls. Now Tiffany that little thing has to be a clitty. It
certainly isn't going to satisfy a girl." She laughed.

I wilted in embarrassment at her words. I knew mine wasn't that big, but
it would grow; wouldn't it. I dejectedly sat at the vanity on the stool as
Carol began pulling the comb through my wet long blond hair. As she once
had it all combed out, still wet, she began rolling it up on large barreled
curlers and pinning them in place. I in embarrassed silence as she
continued an *****sant chatter.

"Oh Tiffany, real girls would kill for this hair. Promise me you'll never
cut it. God it's so soft and full. I'll bet it really takes a nice set.
I can hardly wait to see it all finished and brushed out. You know I won't
be able to do this for you all the time. You're going to have to learn how
to set your own hair. Pay attention to the way I roll your hair and where
the rollers are. Then you can do it yourself next time. Oh I'm excited,
aren't you? I can hardly wait to see my sister all prettied up. Oh I
really want to show you off," She rattled on.

"Get real," I yelled as her remark struck the gray matter and was
recognized, "No one will ever see me in a dress or with my hair done like a
girls except you. I'd kill myself first."

"Now little sister, wouldn't you like Marshall to see you all dolled up?
Come on now. You said you liked it and if it turns Marshall on you'd want
him to see you, now wouldn't you?" she cajoled.

"I... I don't want anyone to see me," I stammered. "What happened with
Marshal was because he made me do it."

My mind was confused. When she brought up Marshall my mind raced back to
that day. Oh yes, I was a real girl for that few short hours. He really
like me like a real girl and I loved being a girl and making him feel like
he was with a real girl. He said I was better than any girl he had ever
been with, didn't he? I would really love to see him again. I'd love to
be dressed just the way he wanted me to be dressed and walking arm and arm
with him on a real date.

Carol couldn't know this. And the evening with Carol rushed back. Yes, I
knew it was wrong, what we did. But it was so exciting having my little
penis in her mouth like that. And she was teaching me where to touch her
with my tongue and what it felt like to have my own little titties sucked
on. The thoughts stirred in my groin and I knew my penis was getting hard.
I squeezed my legs tightly together and adjusted the robe over my lap. I
couldn't let Carol discover how she excited me just by mentioning Marshall.

I quietly as she finished my hair and directed me to her bedroom.

"Here s*s, better get some clothes on till your hair dries. We'll get you
dressed a little and then I can get ready while your hair finishes drying.
Your hair's to nice to risk hurting it with a blow dryer and we have lot's
of time," she said as she handed me a pair of bright yellow hi-cut satin
brief panties and bra. They were very pretty and the lace at the leg
openings matched the lace on the bra cups.

I said nothing but opened the robe enough to step in to the panties. Now I
had known the feel of satin panties sliding up my legs from before. But
the sensations of drawing them up over shaved legs was new and
unbelievable. I actually shook from the feel. I finally got them up and
in place and was shedding the robe to slip into the satiny bra when Carol
spoke up.

"Oh the ********** who doesn't want to be a girl sure has a funny way of
showing it. Look her little clitty is so hard it's making her pretty
little panties stick out. Poor baby, we'll have to fix that before we go
out."

I clasp the bra and quickly turned it around and slipped my arms through.
The satin rubbing across my already sensitive hard nipples did nothing but
encourage further development of my clitty in the panties. I had no
defense to Carol's observations so I turned my back to her.

"Oh Tiffany, really now. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. After
all we are sisters. It will be so nice to have a little sister to share
all our thoughts and experiences with, won't it. Maybe someday we can even
share boys. Would you like that, Tiffany?" she questioned as she returned
from her closet with more clothes for her new little sister.

She continued, "I thought maybe a skirt and top would be nice for this
afternoon. What do you think, s*s? I think this pleated one or at least a
full cut one would help define your figure a little better. You know you
don't have a lot of hip to define your little waist, but my, oh my what
cute buns you have. Yes this little black one is perfect. Oh no what am I
thinking? We'll save this outfit for later. Here, let me see you in this
pretty little sundress. Isn't it darling. I can't wait to see you in it.
Lift your arms up so I can help you get this over your curlers."

I raised my arms as the diaphanous yellow silk dress flowed down over my
body. The bodice fit snugly and the spaghetti straps held the top of the
dress just high enough on my chest to expose a little of the lace from my
bra. The bra actually pushed my small titties (excess flesh) up to form a
very small cleavage as one would expect on a pre-pubescent girl. A belt
hung slightly below my waist line and Carol quickly tied them in back of me
in a bow that now rested on the curvature of my bum. The full skirt d****d
over my legs but ended mid thigh. I couldn't resist I did a little spin
just to feel the skirt dance across my legs. More sensations almost
overwhelmed me.

Carol spoke, "Damn. Look what I've created. My brother really is a girl.
Look at her in a new dress."

I was embarrassed by my actions. I didn't mean for that to happen, it just
did. I said to Carol, "I.. I'm sorry Carol. I didn't mean to do that. I
mean I'm not a girl. I don't want to be a girl, honest."

"There, there now little one. Let's not worry about it right now. The
dress looks great on you. I don't even look that good in it. Do you like
it? Come on now little sister, tell the truth."

I couldn't take it anymore. I started bawling and between sobs tried to
explain to Carol.

"I.. Oh Carol, I.. Love the way it makes me feel. But I'm a boy. I can't
be doing these things. Oh, Oh Carol I wished I really was your sister.
Please don't tell on me. Am I really bad, am I? No, I'm not your sister I
don't want to wear dresses. Please don't do this to me Carol."

My mind could not resolve the conflict of emotions raging with in me. I
was a boy. Boys were not girls. Boys didn't want to be girls and boys
didn't think about other boys.

Carol stepped close to me and took me in her arms to comfort her little
sister.

"Now, now little one, don't cry. It's OK. Really it is. Come on now
let's just pretend to be sisters today. I won't tell anyone. Look
sweetheart don't cry. Let's be sister today and see how you feel about it
tomorrow.

I stopped my sobbing which fell to the small sighs and deep intakes of
breath. Carol sat me at her vanity and from the various jars and tubes did
my face over into that of a peach skinned *********** with just a pink
twinge to the cheeks and lips. When she was finished I couldn't deny I was
much more the girl than the boy parts between my legs would ever be a man.

"There little sister. What do you think so far? You really have the look
of an innocent *********** with that make-up and dress. Wait till you see
your face inside the hair do," Carol beamed.

I only smiled at her in return. What could I say. I loved it. I had
never felt so much like a real girl before.

"Of course," she said "We know your not all that innocent, are you? You
really liked getting your little clitty sucked on, didn't you? And I
thought you were going to swallow my clitty."

My face turned red with embarrassment as she brought our past
transgressions up again. "Please Carol," I said, "Your a girl after all
and I am a boy. Sure I got hot doing that, but not because I was girl."

"Come on now Tiffany," she retorted, "You know you liked it for more than
that. Come on now tell me what Marshall did to you. Did you have one in
your little behind?"

"No it wasn't like that," I lied, "What about you. Does your boyfriend do
it to you? What about you and Dad? Huh? I watch you sitting on his lap.
I saw him put his hand under your skirt, didn't he. Did he touched you
down there? Does he do things to you, too?"

"You little ******! You don't know anything. Joe isn't allowed to touch
me and he knows it. He respects me enough not to do those things. I'm not
like my slutty little sister who drops her panties for the first boy to
smile at her. And Dad, how could you? Your jealous aren't you? You want
to sit on Daddy's lap and probably even play with him. You sick little
perverted ******. You really want to know what Dad would think of his Son
all prettied up in his sister's clothes trying to get him to m***** him?
Well maybe if I show him a few pictures of you in dresses you'll find out,"
she screamed at me real anger.

"Oh please Carol. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please don't tell Dad." I
almost cried.

I was jealous of the way Dad treated Carol and not me. I still think he
did things to her. Her boyfriend, Joe, on the other hand, probably never
has gotten into her pants. I'm also sure he was probably getting it from a
lot of other girls unbeknownst to Carol. Joe was from the other side of
the tracks and he was so enamored with having an uptown girl he let Carol
kind of rule the roost. Dad and Mom both hated to see Carol dating someone
so much her inferior.

Carol's anger pasted as quickly as it had erupted. She turned and headed
for the bathroom.

"While I get ready get in my closet. There are a pair of white strap
sandals that will fit you. They have a little heel but put them on and
practice walking. Then in my jewelry box get a gold bracelet and anklet.
There's a little gold heart on a chain you can wear too. But use the
polish on the vanity on your toe nails and might as well do your finger
nails too," Carol ordered.

"But Carol, I don't know how to polish my nails."

Practice, dear, practice," she retorted.

It took me almost an hour to get my toenails and finger nails painted
without painting my whole finger. I found the sandals and jewelry and they
accented my outfit. I was admiring myself in front of the mirror with the
large pink rollers still in my hair when Carol came back in already made up
and dressed.

"OK doll baby, let's get your hair finished. Wow, look she handles heels
like she was born to them," She said.

I sat as she undid the rollers and my hair fell in soft bouncy waves around
my face. She then set to work with a brush and barrettes. Soon she had
the side pined back with gold barrettes and the front in a sweeping curl up
over my forehead. She retouched my make-up and then had me stand in front
of the full length mirror. Wow, I was hot. If Marshall could see me now.
Wow, he wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Carol, I really do look like a girl, don't I?"

"Honey, you'll knock them dead. Come on now girl we got things to do," she
said as she pulled me by the arm out of the room and down the stairs.

I was still in a reverie when she had me out the front door. Suddenly I
realized was in a dress and outside in front of everyone. The sun was warm
and a gentle breeze lifted the skirt of the sundress and laid it gently
back on my bare thighs.

"Carol!" I shouted, "Let me back in. Someone is going to see me. Look
Mrs. Henderson is looking at us. Please Carol quick, unlock the door."

"Oh, be quiet and act like a lady. No one is going to even remotely
believe your a boy. Mrs. Henderson is just being her nosy old self. Come
on now and get moving before she comes over to gab."

"But.. But Carol, where are you taking me?"

"Doll Baby, were going to the Village Shops so I can show you the
privileges of being a girl and clothes shopping. Anyway you need to get
your own make-up. Girls don't share make-up."

We walked the four blocks to the village shops hand-in-hand. She had to
hold me or I would have bolted and been hiding under the porch or something
at home. She d**g me from one ladies shop to another. "The Underneath"
was a specialty shop that sold only top of the line lingerie from panties
and garters to nightgowns. s*s insisted on buying me a pink satin and lace
set of hi-cut briefs, demi-bra, and garter. As an after thought she threw
in three pair of sheer hose in black, tan and one in white. I was
terrorized to say anything. I was sure my voice would give me away. My
feet were killing me. The heeled sandals were straining my leg muscles in
ways they weren't supposed too.

"Please Carol," I whined, "Can we go now?"

"Yes dear," she said, "We got to get home and get ourselves ready for this
evening."

I didn't think I make it home my feet and legs hurt so bad. I fell in the
door as Carol unlocked it. I went directly up to the bathroom to relieve
myself of the pressure in my bladder. I sure wasn't going to go to a
ladies room while we were out. I had kicked off my shoes and then got
myself out of the dress. I was ready to be a boy again.

Then Carol came in the room saying, "Hey girl no time for sleeping. Get
out of your pretties and take a quick bath. I want to see you in your new
underwear and then we'll have some make-up lessons. Be careful not to get
your hair wet."

"Carol, please. I'm tired playing like this. I just want to be a boy."

"Well my little sissy brother, you gave up being a boy when I found you
wearing my panties. Now your going to be my little sister or I'll let
everyone know about you wearing girls clothes and letting Marshall butt
fuck you like a little ******. He did, didn't he?"

"No, it wasn't like that. Don't tell anyone, I'll do it."

I went into the bath room and drew a hot tub of water. I was just getting
in when Carol burst through the door. She unceremoniously dumped scented
bath oil and bubbles into the tub with me.

"Shave your legs and under your arms. Don't want any fuzz on your pretty
little body. Use my razor, the pink one."

I soaked. I shaved the fuzz. I thought. I dreamed.

The water was turning cold when I climbed out and toweled myself off. It
really felt different with my legs completely smooth and fuzzless. I went
to my own room and saw clothes already laid out on the bed. I knew any
protests would go unheeded. So I pick up my new pink satin briefs and
slipped them on and up my legs. I put the bra on backwards and slid it
round, but found it a lot harder than s*s's regular bras. When I put my
arms through the straps and pulled them up into place on my shoulders it
pinched me together in the front. Looking down I had cleavage created by
the bra. My chest looked like a ***********s ready for her first training
bra. I couldn't help admiring myself in the mirror. I had a sexy little
figure. My butt stuck out round and firm just like my sisters.

I sat down and rolled the hose up my legs and snapped the pink satin garter
belt around my waist. I slipped the garter tabs down through the panties
and attached them to the tops of the hose. She had left me the black hose.
I stepped into the little pleated black skirt she was going to have me wear
earlier. I zipped it up the side and looked in the mirror. It barely
covered the tops of the hose and any movement flashed the pink lace of the
garter tabs. I loved it. I looked so sexy. I took the silver lame crop
top and slipped it over my head. The low cut neck line exposed my newly
created cleavage and it hung over the tips of my titties not touching my
belly below it. God was I hot. I could hardly wait to get my hair fixed
and some make-up on.

My ministrations were being watched by my sister unknown to me.

"You little shit!" she exclaimed on entering the room from her hidden
vantage point. "You better never tell me your a boy or want to be a boy.
I saw you. You love it. Your a slut, you know that?"

"Well... I. I was just pretending."

"Pretending, SHIT! You love yourself as a girl. I'll bet you would have
cum in your new panties if I'd left you alone any longer. Come on let's
get your make-up fixed, get some nail polish on your pretty little fingers
and fix your hair."

I sat as se went through her ministrations with the make-up, nail polish
and hair brushes. I looked into the mirror and there wasn't any semblance
of a boy. Only a hot looking *********** girl trying to look 16.

I was sitting there in reverie when the door bell rang. I almost jump up
to go down stairs and answer it and then remembered who I really was.
Panic set in.

Carol saw my panic and said, "Cool out. I'll see who it is."

I heard her at the door and some mumbling I couldn't quite make out. The
door shut again and then Carol called up the stairs, "Hey Tiffany, it's OK.
Come on down and we'll have a coke."

I got up and headed down the stairs. I didn't see Carol and walked into
the den to see if she was there. She was. But so was her boyfriend Carl.
I stood in stunned silence as my mouth dropped open.

"See what did I tell you. Isn't she pretty. She's sexy isn't she," Carol
prodded Carl.

"God I don't believe it. What a sissy ******. I always figured you were a
little strange, but this... I don't believe it," he said as he began
laughing.

I was frozen in humiliation. How could she have done this to me. Tears
formed in my eyes.

Carol came over and took my arm and admonished Carl, "Knock it off, Carl.
You know damn well you'd cream your pants over her if I hadn't told you who
she was. Now, come on s*s don't cry. You'll ruin your make-up. Come over
here and sit down. I got us all some pop."

Carl was recovering from his initial shock and I think his own
embarrassment of being turned on by a boy in a dress. "Well, he could be
one of those female impersonators. He looks almost as good as that Rue
Paul."

"It's not he. This is Tiffany, my little sister," Carol said, "It's she
and a very pretty she, don't you think so?"

Carol sat me down between the two o them on the couch. I tried to press
towards Carol to keep any part of me from touching Carl. Both Carl and
Carol had there arms thrown up over the couch behind me. I couldn't escape
and Carol just pressed me closer to Carl.

"Carl," Carol said, "My poor little sister lost her boyfriend. She's not
allowed to see him anymore. I really think she misses him and not having
any attention from the boys."

I didn't see where this teasing was headed and I just kept my mouth shut as
I was being pressed between them.

"Oh I don't think a pretty little ****** like her would have any trouble
finding a new boyfriend," Carl teased.

"Now Carl," Carol admonished, "Be nice. Tiffany is so lonesome, aren't you
little sister? I'll bet you really miss all those smooches and feels he
gave you, huh?"

"Don't Carol, please," I pleaded.

Carol reached over and taking Carl's hand placing it on my bare thigh below
the hem of the skirt. "Now Carl why don't you just take a little feel of
Tiffany. Feel how nice and soft and smooth her legs are. I bet you never
felt a girl with such soft and smooth skin. Just check above her pretty
lace top stockings and see," Carol instructed him.

He pushed his hand between my thighs and under the pleats of the little
skirt I wore. As his fingers found the top of my hose and the bare skin
exposed above them, I shivered. I can't explain whether it was from fear
or excitement. His hand roamed further and found my satin covered crotch.
He petted my scrotum through the panties and I thought I'd lose it as I
tried in vain to squirm out of my position.

I tried to push away from Carl when my hand landed in his lap. My God, he
was hard. He was getting turned on by a boy in a dress. I jerked my hand
back as if it hand been burned.

"Oh don't be shy Tiffany. If you want to feel my tool you go right ahead,"
Carl said as he grabbed me by the wrist and placed my hand back in his lap
on his dick."

"Go on Tiffany, unzip him and take it out," Carol said. "Do it Tiffany or
maybe your picture will show up at school. Take Carl's dick out Tiffany."

I reluctantly unzipped his dockers and to my shock he wasn't wearing any
underwear. His dick sprang out as the zipper was barely released. God, it
was huge. The head was purple and engorged with blood. I had never seen
one like his not in all the years of gym classes and showers. Still
holding my wrist Carl forced my hand unto it. Not only was it long it was
really big around. My fingers closed around it and I found my hand and
fingers would not go completely around his monstrous dick. Thinking back
to Marshall he would be small compared to this one. I was glad he wasn't
this big he would have killed me sticking it in me.

I tried to squrim and get my release and only succeeded in ending up on the
floor in front of them with Carl's cock sticking in my face. I had gone
from the frying pan into the fire.

"Oh look Carl," Carol cajoled, "I think my little sister is a cock sucker.
I think she wants you to put it in her mouth so she can suck it for you.
Go on Tiffany take Carl's Cock in your pretty little mouth. Show Carl what
a good little cock sucker you are."

"Please Carol," I pleated with tears welling in my eyes, "Don't do this to
me, please."

"You fuckin little sissy shit, shut up," She screamed at me, "You been
putting my clothes on for years and loving it every time I let you put a
dress and panties on. Now you want to be a *********** then you'll be a
girl. You'll damn well learn what it is to be a girl with a guy, NOW SUCK
HIS COCK!"

She grabbed me by the back of the head and forced my face into his crotch.
His stiff dick pushed into my pink lipsticked lips. He grabbed me by the
hair and proceeded to force his dick into my mouth between my lips and
teeth. I continued to try to talk, to beg, not to do it. All to no avail
as he pushed his throbbing dick deep into my mouth hitting the back of my
throat. Using my hair as handles he pushed and pulled my head over his
dick, FUCKING MY FACE.

I was prepared to have my mouth filled with Carl's hot cum when all of a
sudden Carol said, "OK that's enough of that. Now make her a real girl."

Carl pulled his hard hot dick out of my mouth and released my hair. My
relief was short lived as Carol pulled me to my feet by my arms. Before I
even regained my balance Carol had sat hard on the couch pulling me by the
arms down over the arm. There I was spread over the couch arm my feet not
gaining the floor. Before I could recover Carl positioned himself standing
behind me, between my legs.

"Go ahead, Do it," Carol said.

I felt Carl's hands lifting the back of my skirt and slip up over my back.
The cool air cooled my satin cover butt. Then his hand was in the back of
the panties and pulling them down off my butt.

"Please Carl, please stop. Don't do this Carl. I'll tell if you do," I
pleaded and then threatened.

"You'll tell no one Sissy or all the pictures I've ever taken of you in
your *********** outfits will be all around your school. I'll bet your
class mates would all be sticking there dicks in you if they knew what you
really are," Carol said. "And just think what Daddy would think about
having another sissy daughter."

Carl seemed oblivious to my pleas or Carol's response. He was busy
preparing to taking what he thought was my virginity. I squirmed as I felt
him wiping his spittle on my hole as lubricant. I was terrified. The size
of his dick would surely tear me apart. I struggled but he had my legs
pinned and Carol still held my arms. All of a sudden I heard the loud
crack before I really felt the blow across my ass planted there by Carl.

"Shut up you little bitch, your going to like this. Never had a girl tell
me she didn't," Carl said.

I felt the head of his dick press into the entrance of my pussy hole.
There was to much resistance. He couldn't put it in me. It was too big.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I screamed as he dropped all his weight
on me driving his dick into me. The head popped through the tight opening
and it felt as if a hot poker had been shoved into me. He paused only long
enough to take a breath and grabbing me around my tummy lifted me and
shoved again. His dick forced it's way deeper into me. I screamed again.

Carl was lost in his pursuit as he started slow and long strokes pushing it
in and out of me. "God," he said, "This is fantastic. You are one hell of
a fuck"

"FUCK HIM CARL, FUCK HIM," Carol shouted, "Make my little sister a real
woman. Make her want it."

His long dick was hitting something up inside me. Every stroke ended in an
intense feeling inside me. I didn't know what it was at the time but later
learned about the prostrate. He was doing things to me. I never thought a
boy could have these kinds of feelings. My dick was hard in the front of
the satin panties. I felt Carl's hands take hold of my little dick through
the panties as he continued to drive his dick in and out of me.

"Yeah, baby, yeah. You like it don't you. Come on tell me you want me to
fuck you like a *********** or I'll stop right now," Carl threatened.
"This little ****** is hard. He likes getting fucked."

"Carl, Carl,.... Please Carl," I mumbled.

"Please what you little ******? Come on tell us," Carl responded. "Tell
your sister you like getting fucked," he said as he squeezed my penis and
twisted it sending pain up through my groin.

"YES, YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, CARL. I want you to fuck me, I like it," I
relented.

Another deep plunge into me and I felt Carl explode inside me. It felt
like I was going to shit myself at the same time I lost it. I exploded in
the panties in Carl's hands. I felt his cum fill me and squeeze out of me
and down my thighs. I was spent as I fell onto the arm of the couch and
Carl fell with me. I was leaking his fluid but I could still feel his huge
manhood buried deep within me. I was crying. Crying softly as the tears
started to streak my cheeks. Carol had released my hands and she was
speechless at what she had instituted here this night.

Had I like what had happened to me? No, but then again I lay across the
arm of the couch with the front of my panties filled with my cum and Carl's
cum running down my thighs out of my ass hole. I was recovering and
finally a realization of what had transpired came to me. I jumped up
suddenly still sobbing and ran for the stairs. I couldn't hear the yells
of Carl and Carol and didn't stop till I was in the bath room with the door
locked.

I stripped my sister's clothes from my body as quickly as I could. Cum
still streamed out of my ass hole and down my thighs. I reached around to
feel and see if I as really torn. I touched my now swollen and sore pussy
hole and then looking at my hand the tell tale evidence was there. Cum and
blood stained my fingers. I cried harder. I stepped into the shower and
scrubbed myself in an attempt to remove the memory of what my sister and
Carl had subjected me too. The hot steamy water did not seem to alleviate
the memory or soreness that permeated my bottom. I dried and stuffed the
clothes into the hamper. I listened carefully for any sign of Carl or
Carol outside the door. I head tones of their talk from down the stairs.
I quietly unlocked the door and dashed into my room locking my door behind
me. Standing there totally naked with all the make-up gone except for the
nail polish. My long blond hair was still damp and showed none of the
styling Carol had done earlier. On the bed was the baby doll night gown
Carol had left for me. As brutalized as I had been I couldn't help taking
the baby dolls and slipping into them. The silky satin brushed my nipples
to erection while the little briefs comforted my bottom. I climbed into
bed and sought the relief of sleep.

Sometime later I heard a light tapping on my door. My first reaction was
to ignore it. Then I heard Carol, "Bobbi.. Tiffany, honey are you OK?
Please, let me in. I need to talk to you."

"Go away. Please leave me alone. Is Carl still here?" I queried

"He's gone Tiffany. Please let me in. We need to talk. I'm sorry for what
I did. I didn't mean it to go so far."

Reluctantly I crawled from bed my bottom reminding me it was not yet
healed. I unlocked my door and turned and retreated to my bed pulling my
covers up over me. Carol entered the room and came straight to the bed and
sat on the edge.

"Let me see," she said pulling the covers down to see me in the nighty.
"Did he hurt you? You did put the nighty on, didn't you?"

"Yes, he hurt me. And you helped him do it to me," I retorted, "You knew
how big he was and you still let him do it to me, fuck me and call me a
****** and everything! I'm not a ******."

"Here," she said, "Roll over, let me see."

I rolled over as Carol pulled the back of the panties down off my bum. I
felt her fingers spread my cheeks gently apart. "Oh, he did hurt you,
didn't he? Lie still I'll get you something. Your still leaking some of
his cum and a little blood. I'll get something to make you feel better and
keep you from ruining my nighty."

Carol was gone but a short time when she returned. I was still laying on
my stomach and couldn't see what she had with her. I heard paper tear and
then felt her finger smearing grease on my sore hole. "Hold still now, I'll
try not to hurt you." With that I felt her slide something small and hard
up my pussy hole. When she seemed to pull it out I still felt something
inside me.

"There, I put a tampax in you The Vasoline will soothe you and the tampax
will keep you from leaking in your panties. There's a string hanging out
and when it's time to take it out, just pull I gently. Leave it in till
morning anyway."

It was a strange feeling in my bum. Not totally unpleasant but different.
She pulled my panties back up and I rolled over to face her. "Why did you
do it to me Carol? Why did you let him do that to me? I liked being your
sister. I like being a girl. I thought you liked me like your sister.
Why did you do it?" I asked in a halting voice trying to avoid the tears
welling up in my eyes.

"Tiffany, I didn't know you really liked being a girl. I always thought I
was forcing you to pretend to be my sister with threats and such. I didn't
mean for this to go as far as it did. I was trying to find out about you,
really. Look I'll never let anything like that happen again to you. I'm
sorry it happened. If your serious about feeling like a girl, I'll help
you. We won't tell anyone. It will be our secret. I'll help you be as
much like a girl and my sister as possible. You know there are guys who
become girls for real. They say some of them are really girls inside but
just were born with he wrong equipment. Maybe that's what happen to you."

"I don't know Carol. I don't know what I am anymore. You saw what
happened to me when Carl ****d me. Does that mean I'm queer or a girl or
what?"

"It doesn't mean anything, Tiffany. It was physical, that's all. You
couldn't help that happening if he hit your prostrate gland up in your bum.
No you better get some sleep. You've had a hard day and tomorrow when we
get up I'm going to help you become the girl you want to be. I won't make
you do anything. I'll just help you do what ever you want. Mom and Dad
won't be home till late tomorrow so we will have lot's of time to play.
Good night s*s."

"Good night Carol," I mumbled as I turned over on my belly to go to sleep.

The next day was wonderful. I removed the tampax and the bleeding had
stopped although I was still very sore. After breakfast with s*s she had
me bath and proceeded to dress me in everything from short shorts to her
prom dresses. As she went through her clothes she made a special drawer
for me in her dresser. There she put lingerie that was for me to wear
anytime I wanted too. She made a place in her closet and hung a few
dresses, skirts, and blouse that were to be mine alone. We did make-up and
styled each others hair. I was really her sister now. There memories of
the previous night had faded and I truly felt like Carol's sister and even
though I knew better, I could not imagine myself as a boy that day.

As evening approached Carol reminded me that Mom and Dad would soon be home
and Bob would have to be here when they arrived. I reluctantly removed my
girly clothes and scrubbed the make-up from my face as I watched Tiffany
disappear in the mirror and Bob return. But this was only superficial for
inside I knew I would always be Tiffany, Carol's little sister.

Mom and Dad arrived home just as I was returning from my transformation
upstairs. As they banked in the front door with there bags and looking
rather haggard from their week-end activities, they raised a greeting.
"Well I see the house is still standing. And I assume your sister is still
among the living that you didn't kill one another this week-end," Mom said.

"Yeah, sure Mom we're both still alive and kicking. I think Carol's in the
den watching TV," I said.

Dad looked at me rather curiously and said, "You look different. What is
it."

Mom spoke up, "Well it's rather obvious someone styled his hair. But you
better do something with it before school tomorrow cause it looks like
something your sister would wear, certainly not a boy."

"Jesus Boy! What's with you? First it's long hair and now you want it to
look like a girls? Have you got a problem or something we should talk
about?" Dad practically shouted at me. I had forgotten all about the hair
style Carol had given me that afternoon. Having trimmed my bangs and
curled it all in to a soft feminine hair-do there could be no mistaking it
for anything else.

I defended myself, "Ahh.. Oh, Carol was messing around this afternoon while
I was watching TV. I forgot all about it. I haven't even seen what she
did to it." I felt my hair with both hands and twisted around in the hall
to vie myself in the hallway mirror.

"Holy shit Carol! What did you do to me. Mom, I got to get my hair back.
I can't go anywhere like this.," I faked my surprise and indignation.

Mom responded, " Oh don't get upset. I'm sure it will all was out and
you'll have your stringy mane back."

"Well, I just wish you'd get it cut like a normal boy. You look like some
****** or hippie with it that way," Dad added. "It's no wonder your always
getting picked on at school and knocked around."

Just then Carol came in, "Oh you mean you don't like what I did with his
hair? I was bored and I figured what better way to see how I'd look in a
new hair style that to try it on him. I think it's adorable, don't you?
Not really for me but he might make a pretty nice looking girl now with a
dress and a little make-up.

Mom replied rather shortly, "I think that's enough. After all we've been
through the last month or so I don't think this needs discussed any
further. Go on upstairs and get your hair washed and combed out, Bobbi"

I went and did as told. The rest of the short evening went uneventful
except for some strange looks from Dad. The hair was never mentioned that
evening. As I went to my room and got ready to get into bed I pulled my
covers back. There under the blanket was a pair of yellow lace panties and
a shorty nylon lace night gown. My sister had left me a present. I didn't
hesitate. I slipped into them and then into bed. At last I felt good in
my new sleep outfit and drifted off to sleep and dream.

The following week was rather uneventful. Two evenings Carol and I ended
up alone in the house and she dressed me and started helping me with the
girl's etiquette. I loved it and looked forward to my lessons with her.
She added to my secret wardrobe in her room when she bought me a couple of
pair of panty hose a garter belt and two pair of hose. I was ecstatic. I
love the hose and figured I'd get use to panty hose. She said with short
skirts and slacks I'd learn to appreciate panty hose.

Now I have to tell you a little about my Dad before we go on here. Dad was
an athlete in high school and college. He stood 6' 4" with broad shoulders
and carried a trim 205 pounds even at his age now. He worked out and kept
rather trim and fit. He was a man's man. He also wanted his son to follow
his foot steps into an athletic career. So you can imagine his
disappointment in siring a whimp like me. Not that he didn't try. We both
suffered through his attempts to teach me how to play baseball and
football. However after the disastrous little league try-outs when he saw
how really bad I was compared to the other boys, he gave up. I was so bad
I even threw a ball like a girl. The embarrassment ended my athletic
career and his hopes of watching his son hit the game winning home run or
score the winning touchdown. After that I became a non-enmity to him.
What ever affection was shown was showered on my sister and of course Mom.
At least s*s was number one at being a beautiful girl. Athletic in a very
feminine way, cheerleader, track star, prom queen. It became easy for him
to shower his attention on success.

It was about a month after Carol and my bonding as sisters. I arrived home
from school to an empty house. The note on the counter instructed me to
heat a TV diner for myself. Dad was on a business trip, Mom was at her
card club, and Carol was staying over at her girlfriends house. It didn't
take me long to decide how I was going to entertain myself this evening.
Mom wouldn't be home for hours. I rushed up the stairs and quickly
stripped and was in a scented tub of water. My legs were still devoid of
hair but I ran the razor over them anyway. I wash my hair and used the
conditioner as Carol had shown me.

After a half hour of tub preparation I dried in the fluffy towel, wrapped a
towel turban style to hold my wet hair and donned one of Carol's pink terry
cloth robes. Then it was off to Carol's room and my own treasures. Who
would I be tonight, the vixen, the school girl, or the Sunday go to meeting
girl? I set out the make-up Carol had either given me or purchased for me
on her vanity. Then to the closet to search for the perfect outfit for the
evening. The bath oil wafted in the air around me. I felt so feminine at
that moment. There, that was the outfit. I reached in and pulled the
red/black/white plaid pleated skirt from it's hanger along with the white
blouse with the lace collar and long sleeves. It would be perfect under a
cardigan sweater for a chilly fall evening.

I then went to my drawers in Carol's room to select the lingerie to
complement the outfit. I was getting an erection just thinking about how
pretty I was going to be. I could picture the make-up and hair style,
maybe a simple ponytail with the ribbon to match the plaid skirt. I picked
out a short lacy petty slip in white that would make the pleats hang softly
over my hips. I took the white lace push up bra that under a blouse and
sweater would give the appearance of sprouting boobs. The white lace high
cut briefs and matching garter belt would be great. I then went to Carol's
stocking drawer and found a pair of red hose that went really well with the
predominate red in the plaid skirt. The shoes she had given me were in the
back of her closet. There the black flats would be perfect and they were
more comfortable than the heels she had given me.

I slipped into the clothes except for the blouse which would go on after
the make-up and hair. The bra pushed my flesh together and not only gave
me a cleavage but filled the cups somewhat. I dried my hair and then
applied the make-up using a dark red lipstick and a similar blush. The I
pulled my bangs out and with the curling iron formed them into a solid curl
across my forehead. I brushed my hair back pulling it behind my ears and
then into a ponytail. A gum band held it in place while I tied the ribbon
over it.

I was still sitting there without my blouse fiddling with the ribbon when a
loud bang from behind me started me. I almost peed my panties right then.
I turn to find the source of the crash to discover it was my Dad's suit
case hitting the floor. I'm not sure who was more startled at that moment
as he stood there with his mouth open trying to form words.

I recovered first, "D...DAD! What are you doing home I thought..."

"What the hell is going on here," He shouted. "What are you doing? You
******! I thought this had been all settled. What the hell are you doing
in your sister's clothes and make-up?"

My mind was racing. There was no excuse. My mind raced on. Not even
having room to think about the consequences of my predicament I tried for
an acceptable explanation. "Dad.. I was just pretending.. I..I just
wanted to see.. I'm sorry Dad I'll get out of them right away."

"For God's sake cover yourself up. Put a shirt on or something. And no
you won't get out of them, not yet. Finish your dressing or what ever then
I want to see you in my room," he said as he picked up his bag and turned
heading for his bedroom.

I couldn't believe what I just heard from his mouth. "Cover yourself up"
like I was a girl and he was embarrassed seeing me in my bra. I got up and
buttoned the blouse around me and tucked the tail into my skirt. What was
going on here. I though I was going to get smacked around and maybe the
clothes tore off me. But this? I was confused and extremely leery of
presenting myself before him again made-up as I was. I considered locking
the door and returning myself to Bob before he could see me again. How
would I approach him? I knew I was embarrassed in fact my cheeks still
burned from my discovery. I was contemplating all of this when he shout
from his bed room, "Get over here now, I want to talk to you."

I marched as the prisoner on death row to the electric chair, false bravery
holing up erect from falling into a fit. I pushed open his door and slid
inside. His bag was in the corner and he had removed his coat and tie and
was sitting on the edge of his bed. He sat shaking his head with it bowed.
He look up at my entrance giving me a through inspection from the tips of
my toes to the top of my head.

"Are you... completely dressed," he ask. I shook my head affirmatively.
"Lift the skirt, I want to see." I reluctantly raised the hem of the
skirt. "The slip too." I adjusted my grip and raised the slip with the
skirt. I stood in abject silence.

"What's your problem? Do you think your a girl? Are you just a
crossdresser? How long has this been going on? Does your Mother know what
your doing? The incident with the neighbor I believed you when you said
you had been forced to do it, but this. You sure as hell make a better
looking girl than you ever did a boy. Have you thought about what this is
going to do to your Mother?," he shot at me.

"Dad, I,, I don't know. I... I was just trying them on," I lied. "Dad I
wonder about me too. I don't know what I feel. I know I'm a boy and I
know I upset you really bad but Mom doesn't have to know, does she? I mean
I'll never do it again, honest. But please don't tell Mom."

"Does your sister know your doing this?"

"Well, yeah. But honest Dad it isn't her fault."

"Come here! I want to see something. Do you like boys? Are you queer?" he
ask.

I took a few steps towards him just to be within his reach. He reached out
and taking the hem of the skirt with one hand holding it out and then
reached with his other hand under the slip and started searching the front
of my panties. I recoiled a bit but he just pulled me back and continued
his exploration. His hand found my half hard erection in the front of my
satin panties. "Dad....," I pleaded.

"What's the matter, sissy? Shit you hardly have a dick and it's hard
already. This turns you on sexually, doing this, doesn't it. Are you
shaving your legs? Shit, maybe you are a girl." His hand slipped inside
the leg opening of my panties as he grasp my little thing in is big
fingers.

"Dad! Please don't," I pleaded as I squirmed.

"Well if my son wants to be my daughter and a girl I wonder if he's ready
to find out about boys and girls from the girls side of things?" he said as
he pulled me closer and wrapped his other big paw around under my skirt
holding my satin covered bum from escape.

I was in shock. I couldn't believe my Dad was doing this to me. I must
have been right about Carol and him. I wondered if he was fucking his
daughter, my sister. I wonder what he was planning. How far was he going
to take this? "Dad... please Dad. Stop. I'm not a girl. I'm your son!

"Your no son of mine. And I can't imagine you as my daughter. But you are
a hot little ******, aren't you? Let's see if you are ready to be a girl.
Sit down here," he said as he pulled me down to sit on the bed beside him.
One arm was around my shoulder holding me tightly in his grip. The other
hand was unbuttoning my blouse enough for him to get his big hand inside.
Then it was inside the bra cup pinching my nipple between his fingers. I
couldn't help the sensations as they sent chills coursing through my body
right to my groin. My peep jumped in the confines of the panties. "Oh my
little ****** sissy like to have her little nipples played with. They're
getting hard just like any other ***********'s when she get all hot."

"Dad please that hurts. Please Dad stop this. Stop please."

"Oh I don't think you want me to stop do you? Come on now give Daddy a
kiss with those pretty soft little lips," he said as his hand moved up to
hold the back of my head and turn it to accept his lips full on mine.

I tried to turn my head away as he pushed his tongue between my lips
penetrating my mouth. I tried pushing his tongue out with mine only to
have mine sucked into his own mouth. His hand left my tits and was working
it's way up my nylon covered thigh squeezing and massaging my legs again
searching for the union of my legs. Each time I squirmed his hand rode
further up under my skirt to pull the waist band of my panties out and his
hand down in them. He pulled the panty front down to expose my pee-pee
under my skirt and slip. Then he removed his hand and caught hold of my
wrist as I tried in vain to push his hand away. I could only imagine a
girl on a date fighting off her date as he sought to invade her most
private parts.

Holding me by the wrist he pushed my hand into his crotch and right down on
his manhood. Even through his dress pants I could feel his hardness as it
pushed to free itself from he constraints. He made my hand rub up and down
on it even with my fingers and hand bend back as far as I could to avoid
the contact.

"Go on honey. Take hold of Daddy's dick. You girls all like playing with
dicks don't you. Be a good girl now for Daddy and he'll let you take it
out and play with it," he said as he broke our kiss.

Dad had gone over the edge. I wasn't his son anymore in his mind. I was a
girl to him. A girl he was going to have. I thought I've got to stop
this, he's lost it. "DAD! STOP. Stop it right now. I'm your son. If
you don't stop I'll tell," I yelled.

He stopped. But it was only long enough to plant a resounding slap across
my face.

"You little ******. Your going to tell on me? Maybe I'll tell on you.
Maybe your school would like to hear about you and see you show up in
dresses for school. Maybe your Grandparents will accept you as there
grand-daughter. Maybe your Mother wants another Daughter, huh? You want
to find out? Now shut the hell up and take my dick out. Make Daddy happy
or you may find out what a lot of other people think about transsexuals."

My face stung as I reluctantly unzipped his pants, unbuckled his belt and
freed his dick to pop to attention. I had hardly got it freed when he
pushed my head down into his lap. "Now suck Daddy. Suck him, good," he
said as he pressed my head down and his dick entered my mouth. I resigned
myself to this fate and I sucked. I sucked as he push my head down over it
further. When he pulled my head back I used my tongue inside my mouth to
tickle the head of his dick.

In my current position I was rolled to one side bent over with my head in
his lap. His one hand holding me by my ponytail guided my mouth over his
engorged dick my teeth lightly holding his dick from popping out of my
mouth as the ridge in it's head pulled back. It was then I felt his other
hand down the back of my panties as his finger sought my hole between the
soft cheeks of my ass. It was funny. I wasn't thinking about his invasion
of my ass but rather, gee I hold he doesn't tear my panties. His finger
found the opening it sought. He penetrated me and began his ministrations.

He moaned as I sucked and licked. I took his balls in my hand and gently
began to massage them as I sucked.

"You little ****** whore. This isn't the first dick you've had in your
mouth. You should be giving lessons in cock sucking. Here Daddy though he
was going to get a virgin hole and you went and gave it to someone else.
Well that's OK *********** cause now Daddy's going to let you feel it when
a Man gives it to you."

With that he pulled my head up off his dick and pushed me back onto his
bed. Holding both my hands in one of his he stretched my arms up over my
head pinning them to the bed. He then reach down with his other hand and
pulled my bra up to expose my nipples. Next he was under my skirt ripping
my panties down off my bum. I had resigned myself to my fate and offer
little resistance to him. I even raised my butt up enough to let my
panties slide down without tearing.

Then he reached across me to the night stand and with his fingers full of
Vasoline smeared it on my opening running his finger into me. I jumped as
his intrusion of my body. I still don't know if he had the Vasoline there
with this planned or if it might have been a regular fixture on there night
stand for other uses.

"Now you want to be a girl, do you? Well you must like the boys sticking
it up you so now Daddy will show you a real fucking," He said as he
positioned himself between my legs and lifted each of them up to rest over
his shoulder. The position fully exposed my bum and pussy hole to his
manhood.

He leaned down into me still holding my arms above my head. His mouth
sought out my nipples as he sucked them and bit them gently. I couldn't
help myself I was getting turned on by my own Dad. I squirmed as he sucked
and I could feel the end of his dick rubbing the entrance of my hole.

"You little bitch. You really want it don't you. You want Daddy dick in
you, don't you? Come on tell me. Tell me you want me to stick it up you.
Tell me or I'll stop right now," he commanded. He must have sensed what I
was feeling.

My silence was broken as tears welled in my eyes. Finally attention from
Dad. Maybe not the attention I had originally desired but if this is what
it took, so be it. "Yes... Yes Daddy, please fuck me Daddy," I mumbled.

"What? What did you say? I couldn't hear you. You want Daddy's dick, do
you? Let me hear you?"

Almost shouting I said, "YES YES DADDY I WANT YOU IN ME. I WANT YOU TO FUCK
ME!"

I tried to slide down from his grip to impale myself on his dick as it
teased the opening of my bum. Just as I did so he pushed himself up on me
and his dick popped into me and continued to slide deep to the recesses of
my bum hole.

I screamed, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH." But it wasn't in pain. It was in pure
pleasure of feeling his dick penetrate me and slid easily up to touch me in
that secret spot. He was plunging in and out of me in a slow methodical
rhythm and I was attempting to meet his every thrust with a thrust of my
own.

"Oh Oh Daddy yesss yessss. Oh Daddy fuck me fuck me Daddy," I cried as
tears rolled down my cheeks. Tears of joy, not of pain.

Dad just grunted and increased the tempo and drove into me. My dick was
trapped between our bellies and every thrust felt as if it were going to
bring it to climax. I was trying to hold back. I couldn't cum on Dad. I
could hold it back no longer I felt it building to a head and I could feel
it coming up the short shaft. Just then Dad dove really deep into me
grabbing me by the hips and pressing me against him as his dick bottomed
out inside me. It was then, I swear, I could felt his cum swelling his
dick inside me as it traversed his shaft and filled my bottom like an
enema.

I came between us and Dad appeared oblivious to what I had done as he fell
on top of me. My legs slide off his shoulders and wrapped around his waist
as I locked my ankles behind his back trapping his manhood inside me. He
was breathing so hard, I thought maybe he was having a heart attack.
Geeze, what a thought. Headlines, "Dad dies while screwing transvestite
son.

"Dad, Dad! Are you OK. Dad let me up please," I pleaded. He groaned and
lifted himself and in doing so pulled his dick from within me. His cum
came out of my ass as if a dam had burst. I sighed as I felt the cum run
down over my thighs. Oh Gosh, my skirt and slip I thought as raised myself
up to try to salvage my slip and skirt from the mess coming out of me.

Dad stood over me regaining his composure as I tried to pull my clothes up
out of harms way.

"Bobbi, your more girl than you'll ever be a boy. You liked it didn't you?
I thought I'd scare you out of this but you were a girl then, weren't you?
I can't believe what I did. I'm sorry," he said.

"It's OK Dad. Yeah, I think if I ever wanted something it's to be a girl.
I'm no good at boy things. I'm tired of getting beat up in school and
teased. And yes I did like doing it with you." I confessed. Oh look my
skirt and slip are ruined."

Dad just looked as he took klenex from the night stand and wiped my cum
from his hairy belly. "I'll get you a new outfit. Don't worry about it.
You better go get cleaned up and changed. Your Mother will be home soon.
I don't know what we'll do or what's going to happen. I have to think
about this."

He didn't hug me. He didn't tell me he loved me. I was a freak to him.
Something to get off on. All this and he really doesn't love me anymore.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I picked up my panties and hold my skirt and
slip up left his room to return to being Bob.