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BOB BECOMES BOBBII was just turning 10 years old the summer I met Marshall. I lived in asmall rural town and keeping busy during the summer vacation was always aproblem. That’s why when Marshall a 14 years old and his 12 year oldsister came to visit there Grandparents who lived just up the street it wasan 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 wasconveniently located to his Grandmother’s house. Jennifer, was much moreprissy and looked at me as a wart on the world and to be avoided at allcosts. No doubt she was the spoiled baby girl of the family and got prettymuch her way. She was always dressed to the nines, always in dresses andskirts. She was always so beautiful and her clothes really made her astand out.Ever since the incident when I was 6 years old and my Mother punished me bymaking me wear my sister’s clothes, I had become a hamper raider. I justloved the feel of my sister’s nylon panties on my bare butt. Every fewdays would find me locked in the bathroom digging through the hamper tofind 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 hadnever had an ejaculation. Oh, I heard the words and stories of boys andgirls and what they did, but I was ignorant of the real world of sex. Icertainly had no idea of why I liked my sister’s clothes so much and didnot recognize the reason for my infatuation over Jennifer’s beautiful sexyclothing.I was enamored with the fact that an older guy, Marshal, had any interestin hanging around with a 10 years old boy. Almost every day Marshal and Iwould spent some time together. Usually a hike through the woods or boardgames at his house or mine. Then one day we were at his Grandmother’shouse alone. His Mother, sister and Grandmother had gone shopping for theday. It was a rainy day and we were in his bedroom playing checkers whenhe 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 littleboy I was. Sure, I heard about jacking off although I really didn’t knowthe 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 guycan 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. Youwant to jack off too?” he ask.I hesitantly searched for a way out of this as I stammered, “Ah aa I nothorny right now.”Even as I replied, Marshall was standing up in front of me and dropping hisdrawers. Wow, his dick was really big. He was wrapping his hand around itand gently stroking it. He was circumcised and the large purple head ofhis dick had me mesmerized. I sat there staring at it while he continuedto stroke it.”Ever see one that big before?” he ask.I sat in silence not knowing what I was feeling. No, I had never seenanything that big and his balls hung down and he had hair like an eaglesnest 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 heardof it. Maybe we call it something different around here.”Marshall laughed and said, “Man I don’t believe you. Corn-holing is whenone guy sticks his dick up another guy’s asshole and fucks him. Lot’s ofguys 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, “Youmean like guys do it to girls? No, I never did that and no one ever didanything like that to me either. I’d have to be a girl to have a guy dothat to me.””Hey man, guys that do it to one another aren’t girls. This is somethingbetween guys,” he said in mockingly.I may have been ignorant, but I wasn’t stupid. I could see where this wasleading I didn’t think I wanted any part of it. “Maybe they do in thecity, but not around here. Boys only do it to girls and I’d have to be agirl 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 ofmy face. Then he shocked me once more as he said, “You know you’d make onehell of a good looking girl. When I first saw you I thought you were agirl. With your long hair and those long eyelashes your better lookingthan my sister will ever be.””Hey, that’s not true. I’m a boy and everyone knows it. I’m no sissy.” Iresponded. I was flushing red with embarrassment. My excursions into tomy sister’s panties and skirts flashed through my mind. I was sure hedidn’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 youdon’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 inanger.Marshall had stopped stroking himself and looked intently down at me. “Icould prove to you how pretty a girl you would make is what I said, not asissy. Look no one is going to be home for a long time. Let me prove itto 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 heplan to do? Wow, I thought, if he’d let me try on the little outfit hissister wore yesterday I don’t know what I’d say or do. Jennifer had somereally sharp clothes. So I ask, “And how do you think you could provesomething like that to me?””Look,” he said “Just let me fix you up a little and if you don’t think I’mright then no harm done, right?””Well, I don’t think so. What does “fix-me-up-a- little” mean? Anyway I’mnot a girl and I’m not a sissy either. I think I’d better just go homenow,” I said without much conviction. I hadn’t ever let anyone see me inmy sister’s clothes or ever let on to anyone about the things I did likethat. My better senses told me to get out now and end this stupid thingbefore it went too far.”Look Bob, you know I wouldn’t ever hurt you and I could never tell anyonewhat we do here. After all didn’t you just see me with my pants down andplaying with myself? If you told anyone about that I’d be in trouble. Soyou see I couldn’t rat you out to anyone. Come on, let me prove this toyou. You just do everything I say and when I’m done if I haven’t provedhow pretty a girl you’d make I’ll even give you this $5.00 bill,” he saidholding a five dollar bill out in front of me.The five dollars and the possibility of getting into Jennifer’s clothes wasto much and trounced on “better sense”.”Well, I guess it would be OK, but I’m not promising anything. If you getweird, 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 theroom 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, shoesand socks and was standing there in my BVD’s when Marshall burst throughthe door with both arms wrapped around the satins and lace of Jennifer’sclothes. He dumped the load unceremoniously on his bed and turning to mesaid, “Hey I said strip, and I meant completely. Come on out of the shortstoo. Wait till you see what I’ve got for you.”I somewhat reluctantly stepped out of my jockey shorts without ever takingmy eyes off of the pile of frills he had thrown onto the bed. I saw thelittle plaid pleated skirt that Jennifer had worn just the other day. Alsowhat look like a soft rayon type sun dress also was in the pile. Icouldn’t believe I was doing this. I had to block my mind from theknowledge that another boy was here watching me. How would I hide it if Igot an erection when I put the clothes on? What would Marshall think if hesaw that?”Here,” he said, “Step in to these first.” He bent in front of me holdingopen a pair of white satin & lace panties. “These are Jen’s fanciestpanties 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 handon his shoulder. As I did so Marshall slid the panties up my legs wherethe nestled around my crotch and over my bum. The feeling was one I hadnever 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 overcamethe urge.As Marshall’s hands had rubbed my legs as he drew the panties up my legs Ishivered with goose bumps. Marshall said, “Man your legs are as smooth andsoft 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 yourpanties. 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 inback. I had never had a bra on before. I wanted to at times but couldnever figure out how to get it hooked in back by myself. Also the timethat required a quick change would have been encumbered by the bra. As thesatiny cups of the bra strained over my nipples they took on a life ofthere own. My nipples hardened and made little points in the stretchywhite satin of the bra cups.”Look at those titties! Just like a girl, getting all hard when you getexcited. 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 yourskirt,” he said as he held out a satiny white short slip with lace aroundthe hem and up the slit in the side.I stepped into the slip as Marshall once again slid the silky garment up mylegs sending shivers through my whole body. As he nested the little slidabout my waist his hands lingered on my hips and slid over my satin encasedbum. His hands felt oddly warm on my butt and cause more goosebumps toappear on my young tender body. I reddened with shame about the feeling Iwas having.”Hey, you ever seen girls put on hose before? I found this pair withelastic lace tops I think you should try on. Just don’t snag them orsomething. Sit down over there and kinda role them up your legs. Theyshould fit you your not any bigger than Jennifer.”I sat on the edge of the bed holding the soft shimmery hose in my hands. Ireally didn’t know how to put things like these on, but I really waned totry. Marshall mis-interrupted my hesitancy for stalling and said, “Heybeautiful, your this far no wimp out on me now. Come slide those prettyhose up those lovely smooth legs of yours.”He was already talking to me like I was a girl. I wanted to scream at himI was a boy, but I was also feeling like a girl, a real grown up girl. Irolled 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 creamywhite thighs made my penis harden up. At least now, the slip hid the lumpconstrained by the white satin and lace panties. I stood hesitantly asMarshall already had in hand the little pleated skirt. It was ablack/white/red with box style pleats. It zipped in the back. Marshallunzipped 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 andzipped it snugly about my waist. The hem line barely covered the lacy topsof the hose I was wearing. The slightest movement sent the pleated hemcarousing about my thighs. It pressed the lace of the slip against mythighs 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 fromhim and slipped it over my head and pushed my arms through the shortsleeves. The neck line was low cut barely hidding the lace of the bra Iwore. The bottom of the top ended above my waist leaving my mid riftexposed. I had no breasts of my own but the slightly padded satin bra gavethe appearance of budding breasts.I pulled my long hair out of the top and flipped it over my back. Marshalljust stared at me as he dropped a pair of black flats on the floor in frontof 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 thingbefore I win my bet,” he said.I sat at his desk a he started combing my hair straight back and pullingbangs down over my eyes. With the hair over my eyes I couldn’t see wellbut could feel him parting my hair and pulling it to the sides. I couldfeel him tying something into it, but sat as in a trance. Then out ofnowhere Marshall in one movement wacked off my bangs with a pair ofscissors.I yelled and jumped to my feet almost getting the point of the scissorsembedded in my eye, “What did you do? You can’t cut my hair. How am Igoing to explain this to Mom?””Relax, I’ll fix it later so no one will know. Now here, do this with yourlips.” He said as he puckered his lips.I knew what was coming next and I simply pursed my lips as instructed andhe wiped lipstick from a tube across my lips even taking the time to brushin the bow in the upper lip.As I stood he spun me around to face the mirror above his dresser. Therestaring back at me was a very pretty girl. Not the remotest inclinking ofa boy existed in the ponytailed little girl in pink lipstick looking out ofthe mirror. I stood in shocked silence.As I stood there mesmerized Marshall spoke, “God your beautiful. I knewI’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 hebacked me towards the bed with his hands holding my arms. The back of mylegs hit the bed and I sat rather unceremoniously on to it. I saw thebuldge in Marshall’s pants. It was right at my eye level. I couldn’tignore it. Marshall unzipped his pants and pulled his big purple headedcock out to point right between my eyes.His hands smooth the hair on top of my head and gripped the ribbon encasedpony tails he had formed in my hair just moments before. “Here Baby, takemy dolly in those sweet lips of yours. Come on now sweets you know youwant to do it. All good little girls do this for there guys. I am yourguy, ain’t I?” He was holding my head by the pony tails as he thrust hisdick towards my mouth. In an instant the large purple head was pressedagainst my pink colored lips. As I opened my mouth to protest he thrustthe head into my mouth with a large sigh.I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Here I sat in the sexy littleclothes of his sister and he had a cock in my mouth. I tried to protestbut 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 eachthrust 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 hisattention. 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 vomit as his dick slid to theback reaches of my throat. In a desperate effort I pulled my head loosefrom his grasp and spit his dick from my mouth. Tears were starting toflow down my cheeks as I stood to run from the room. My escape was shortlived.Marshall wrapped me in his arms as he held me from behind. “Oh pleaseBaby, I’ sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you wanted to be mygirl. Look you can’t go running around the neighborhood in those clothes.What would your Mother say?” Marshall spoke into my ear. His hot breathblowing on my neck and ear giving me a new set of sensations as I regainedmy composure. As he held me tightly to him I could feel his erectionpushing against my bum.Marshall still held me in one of his powerful arms. His other hand I feltslip under my skirt and slip and begin to massage my satin clad butt. Iliked the feeling it was producing even as his hand slid into the back ofmy white satin & lace panties and push them down over my bum. With mypanties down in back I felt his hand move around to hold my erect littlepenis in the satiny front of the panties. Oh gosh it felt so good.”Yeah Baby, you like that don’t you? Your a beautiful little girl. Andyour guy’s going to show you how nice it is when a girl treats her guyright,” he whispered in my ear. His arm left holing me loosened and Ididn’t move to escape this time. His free hand ran up under the short croptop and found my erect nipples through the satin bra cups.Marshall began a methodical pinching of my nipples while his other handrubbed my penis through the panties. Then I felt his lips on my bare neckas he kissed and nibbled. I shivered and almost collapsed. I hardlynoticed as my slip and skirt were worked up my back and his penis poked myrose bud hole.I was still floating off somewhere in this new found fantasy when a sharppain invaded my body. It felt as if a ball bat had been shoved into mybutt hole. I screamed and tried to pull away but was held tightly inMarshall’s strong arms.”Easy Baby, easy, it only hurts for a little bit. Now relax and let yourguy give you his best. Relax baby, please it will make it easier. Come onnow baby let me have it all,” Marshall pleaded in my ear.I tried to relax hoping the pain would go away. My relaxation onlypermitted a further invasion of my virgin hole as he drove his meat poledeep into me. He pulled slightly back only to assault my hole again witheven deeper thrust. I screamed again as he grunted in my ear and bit meagain on the neck. I felt his balls slapping my ass as he pumped in andout of my ass. He never stopped rubbing my little clitty in the front ofmy 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 inme that made my clitty jump in his hands. This must be what girls feltwhen a guy was fucking them, I thought.I cried out to Marshall, “Oh, please Marshall, don’t do this to me. Yourhurting me.”It did hurt but it felt good too.Marshall’s response came as a shock, “Shut-up you little slut. You knowyou like it. Come on girl tell me you like it. Tell me you want me tofuck your little your little ass.” He said this as he gripped my nipplebetween his thumb and forefinger and twisted it sending excruciating painthrough my breast.I relented, yelling, “YES YES Marshal, FUCK ME. I want you to fuck me. Ilike it, yes fuck me.”My words seemed to inflame Marshall as he drove into me so hard I felltowards his bed. I caught myself with my hands and arms on his bed but nowI was bent over even more. This new position seemed to allow even afurther invasion of my virgin hole as he drove so deep into me he bottomedout when his dick hit some internal blockage in me. I screamed both inpleasure and pain as I felt Marshall begin to pump me full of his whitecreamy cum.Just as Marshall began exploding in me I had my first ever orgasm, spewingcum into the panties Marshall held my clitty in. I never felt anythinglike it. My whole body trembled. Marshall held me tightly with his dickburried as far into me as physically possible. It was then that I felt hiswarm cum oozing out of my tightly packed hole and running down the insideof my thighs.”Oh Baby, your the fuck I ever had. Oh God I don’t believe it. Yourbetter than any girl I’ve ever been with. Oh yes yes”, Marshall moaned inmy ear as I felt his dick begin to soften inside me.The shame of what had just transpired flooded over me. I began to sobquietly as tears began running down my cheeks. “Marshall, please get offme. 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 thelace top stockings I wore. I stood upright trying to hold the skirt andslip out of the gooey mess between my legs. The pretty satiny panties werefilled with my cum in the front and catching Marshall’s cum as it continuedto flow from my ass hole so recently violated.As I stood there in front of Marshall awkwardly trying to save the prettyclothes yet stem the flow of cum Marshall finally spoke, “Bobbi, pleasedon’t cry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, if I did. You do make a beautifulgirl and no girl could ever have done for a guy what you did for me. Ican’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 towipe the cum from my thighs and dripping ass hole. He managed to slide thesatiny panties down my legs without smearing the cum on the hose or shoesas 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 whatMarshall had just done to me? My tears were not that of pain but those ofembarrassment 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 andclean 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 uparound my waist headed for the bathroom. My bum hole was starting to achefrom the recent assault as I he walked to the changing room. Once inside Ishut the door and hurriedly slipped out of the wondrous clothing. I took awash rag and cleaned my bottom and inner thighs of the now shinny dried cumthat 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 reallydidn’t know. What I did know that a few minutes ago I really felt like areal girl. I felt loved and wanted. Would this be the price I would payfor wanting to be a girl?I was cleaned and dressed as Bob, once again. I exited the bathroom andreturned 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, Jenwill 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 satinand lace panties still wet from both our cum.I silently took the panties and was about to head out the door whenMarshall 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 groinas he held me tightly to him. He finally broke the kiss I and turned andran from the house with the sticky panties clutched in my hand. I randirectly home and stuffing the panties in my jean’s pocket went straight tomy room. I took the panties from my pocket and fondled them in my shakinghands. I then went to the bathroom and locking the door wash the satin andlace material free from the sticky cum left behind. I squeezed as muchwater out of them as I could and then rolled them in a towel as I had seenmy sister do with her good sweaters to dry them.I took my almost dry treasure back to my room and found the perfect hidingplace 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 andsaid, “Hey, Mom’s been looking all over for you. Supper’s on the table andwe’re starting with out you.””Oh, OK. I’ll be right down,” I replied. As I descended the stairs to thekitchen I felt as if they could see what had happened to me. It was likethey knew everything. I almost turned and ran back to my room, but I knewthey couldn’t really know.As we sat eating dinner Mom ask, “Where were you all day Bob? I haven’tseen you since early today. And you sleeping in the middle of the day, Ican’t believe that.””Oh, I was over visiting Marshall for awhile. We played some games hebrought with him. I don’t know I was just real tired when I came homethat’s all.””Are you galled again on your bottom? I saw you walking funny coming downthe stairs. You know in this summer heat you should put some powder onyour 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 justasleep.” I could let her see my bum. She’d know for sure what hadhappened if she saw it. I just knew she would. Then my sister Carol pipedin, “Oh yes Bob you should powder everyday. I’ll even let you borrow someof my pretty smelling body powder till you get your own. And if your realnice I’ll let you borrow a pair of my nice silky panties to wear so littleboy doesn’t get a sore little bottom.” She laughed at her own teasing andbaby 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 littles*s I can handle you anytime. Start something and I’ll put you over myknee and spank you.””Alright that’s enough out of both of you. If your done eating go findsomething constructive to do or I’ll find you both something to keep youbusy,” Mom retorted.Dad who had sat through this with out comment spoke then, “Yes, Carol youbetter just do as your Mother says. You are bigger than Bob right now butthen you could be mistaken for my son with the boyish style of dress yourusually 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 brotherdoesn’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 playgames and watch some TV. As I sat on the bed I couldn’t concentrate. Mymind was still filled with the days events with Marshall. I wondered ifMarshall really like me as a girl or if he had just said and did thosethings so he could get himself off. How could I ever face him again/ Wouldhe ever tell anyone what happened today? As the night wore on I thoughtmore and more of being dressed in Jennifer’s clothes. I really did looklike a girl. What would it be like to be dressed up like that and be ableto 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 hadgiven me. I retrieved them from the hiding place in the closet and afterstriping once again slid the delicate smooth panties up my legs and aroundmy sore bottom. I slide in under the covers on my bed still deep inthought when Mom knocked lightly and then came directly into my room. Iclutched 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 goof 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’mfine. I’ll put some on tomorrow after I bath.””OK,” she relented, as she loosed her grip on the sheet and sat the powderon the night stand, “sleeptight I’ll see you in the morning.” She turnedand left the room as my heart continued to thump. That was too close. Iwouldn’t make that mistake again.The next two or three days I avoided all contact with Marshall. At night Iwould either wear the panties for awhile or fondle myself with them. Inever did it till I came again though. I really thought that that wouldonly happen again if someone were doing the thing Marshall did to me thatday.The morning of the fourth day I was just making my bed when Mom yelled upthe stairs, “Hey Bob, Marshall’s here to see you.”I was almost in a panic. What was he doing here. Was he telling Mom whatI did. Surely he wouldn’t. I mean he did it to me I didn’t do it. Ipractically ran down the stairs to defend myself.”Hi Bob,” Marshall said with a wink of his eye, “I haven’t seen you forawhile. Your not pissed about something are you?”There in the presence of Mom I could act suspicious. I replied, “Naw, Ijust been busy. What’s going on?””Oh nothing really. I just got left home alone all day today. Grandma andmy Mom took Jennifer shopping for summer clothes at that mall over inSomerset and said they’ll be gone all day. I just thought maybe you’d liketo 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’tthink I can today, sorry,” I replied.”Oh that’s too bad. I got some new things I know you’d really like,” hecontinued.Then Mom said, “Why don’t you go. I’m tied of you hanging around the houseunderfoot all day. Go visit. After all Marshall won’t be around here foryou forever.”I knew Mom had no idea of what she was encouraging me to do. I also knewright then what Marshall had in his mind. Did I really want to continuethis thing? I wasn’t sure about it but then I could go and then tell him Ididn’t want to do it anymore.Then Marshall said slyly, “Hey, if you don’t want to come over to myGrandma’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 youin a little while Mom,” I said as I headed for the door with Marshallfollowing.”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 anytrouble. I know just what Bob likes to do.”As we exited the house and out of ear shot of Mom I said to Marshall, “Whatare you trying to do. You said you’d never say anything about that. Ithink 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 standit. You can’t tell me you didn’t like wearing my sister’s clothes now canyou?”I don’t know. It was kinda fun, but I’m a boy. I’m not some faggot orqueer or something.””I know your not Bobbi, but did you ever think maybe you should have beenborn a girl? You know men and women have both inside them and sometimes ithappens like a birth defect. You know like when a baby is born crippled orsomething. Well, we learned in school that sometimes girls are born withdicks even though they are really girls inside. And sometimes guys growbreasts 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 andeverything.””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 pickout all the clothes you want to wear. Anything you want. And if that’sall you want to do that’s OK too. You can even use her make-up if you wanttoo. They won’t be home all day.”Oh I did want to put dresses on again today. I wasn’t sure about the restof it but I could hardly wait to be able to pick out the stuff ofJennifer’s to wear. And with a little make-up I wondered what I’d looklike.So we entered the house and as we arrived at the top of the stairs Marshallswung open the door to his sister’s room and standing aside said, “Here, goin and take what ever you want too. Surprise me. Let me see my beautifulgirl again.”I said nothing and entered into the overtly feminine room with the pinkcanopy 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 andbegan opening the drawers. Soft silky panties in every shade under the sunand almost every pair had a matching bra to go with it. The next drawercontained the slips, full slips and half slips with matching lacycamisoles. The next drawer contained socks from white athletic ones tothose 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 elegantlooking party dresses. The floor of the closet was an array of shoes frompink sneakers to strappy heeled sandles and pumps that glittered withsequins.I knew immediately what I wanted. I left the closet and returned to thedrawers. I carefully selected a white satin panty and bra set. No laceadorned them but the stretchy satin smooth fabric felt luxurious in myhands. Next came the little lace half slip with lace hem that fell barelyto mid thigh. The matching camisole would have to wait till I didsomething with my empty satiny bra cups. As I rummaged in Jennifer’s pantyand bra drawer I made a real find. There under the panties was two skintones breasts complete with a nipple. Oh, so Jennifer wasn’t all sheseemed to be I thought. I tucked the cool forms into the cups of the bra.The sincan escort transformation was wonderful. I tossed my hair and watched myself inthe mirrored door. Now I really had a shape like a girl. I turned to viewmyself sideways. I didn’t need anything in back. I had really cuterounded buns. The only distraction was the slight bulge my hardeninglittle penis made in the front of the panties.I hurriedly took the white shimmery hose from the drawer and rolled each upmy smooth hairless legs. The lacy elastic top was barely hidden by theslip. I had to lift the slip slightly to see my creamy white thigh emergefrom 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 wentto the closet to find the shoes. The white sandals had a heel thatappeared to be about two inches high. I slipped them on my feet as mystocking covered toes poked out the front.I looked once more towards the closet but decided but decided it wasmake-up and hair time. I sat down at Jennifer’s vanity in front of all thecolors, powders, nail colors, lipstick and all the finishing touches thatmade a girl a girl. I skipped the foundation. Just alittle pink blush tothe cheek bones. Then I spread the soft slippery pink lipstick over mylips being careful to form the little bow in my upper lip as I had seen Momand s*s do so many times.It was easy to pull the bangs out that Marshall had cut just a few daysearlier. It was funny Mom had never said anything about the trim job. Icombed and brushed my hair into a straight drop framing my pretty paintedface. Then I selected a white hair ribbon from the box on the vanity andslipping it under the fall of my hair and over the op it separated the fallfrom the bangs. I couldn’t recognize Bob any longer. Bobbi was lookingquite demurely back at me from the mirror. I sat there just admiringmyself 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 dressor at minimal a Sunday-go-to-meeting dress. It was snow white. It wasmade of silky rayon with a full cut skirt that d****d from the narrowedwaist. The top was similar to a boat neck in the front with a collar thatstood up around the top of the breasts but leaving the top and neck fullyexposed. The neck line drooped over the ends of the shoulder to expose theshoulder from neck to shoulder tip. The neck line continued round back tothe zipper that was hidden under a large bow and d**** that fell in twostreamers almost to the hem line.I unzipped the dress and removed it from it’s hangar. Then I stepped intoit and drawing it up and slipping my arms rough the openings. I shiveredas the silky material ran over my satin clad body. My penis was as hard asit 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 likethis one. I had manage to get the zipper almost all the way up as thebodice 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 headof every normal boy and have them hardening in their jeans.It was time. I hadn’t heard a sound from Marshall since he had depositedme in his sister’s room. I was ready for my grand entrance. I was readyto turn Marshall on once again. I only wished we could go out arm and armand show off to the world. We would make a fabulous couple. I swung openthe door to go find Marshall. It wasn’t Marshall I found. Insteadstanding in the doorway with her arms loaded with packages stood Jennifer.A pregnant silence followed as Jennifer tried to comprehend who stood infront of her and why they were dressed in her dress and shoes. I was inshock. I was frozen almost in mid stride still holding the door open withon hand.Jennifer broke the silence with a scream, “EEEEEEEEEEEHHH, Mother there’ssomeone in my room.”I responded stammering, “Ppp..lease, Jennifer, it’s me. Please don’t callyour Mom. I can explain.”It was to late for that. Jennifer’s Mom appeared at the top of the stairsas Marshall timidly peeked out of his bedroom door and quietly closed itagain. I was on my own from his perspective, I guessed.Jennifer spoke again, “Bob? That is you, isn’t it? What the hell are youdoing 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 gooddress and shoes.””Marshall, what the hell’s going on here? Marshall where are you? Get outhere this instant,” there Mother yelled.I was still in stunned silence. My whole body was flushed withembarrassment and terror as I couldn’t imagine what was going to happen tome. I began to plead, “Please, I didn’t want to do this, Marshall mademe.”Marshall then appeared and feigning shock said, “What the hell is he doingin your clothes, Jen? Shit, you said you were going to the bathroom andnow 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 prettything, to being a fairy. He wasn’t going to defend me and I reallycouldn’t tell them everything that might have made my storybelievable. Tears started to flow from my eyes. I was lost. I was to bethe sacrifice. I was going to have to assume the total responsibility fortrying to be the girl Marshall said he wanted me to be.”God Mom, Look! He’s even wearing my slip, panties and hose,” Jennifer saidas she had dropped her packages and lifted the hem of the dress above mywaist. As she did so she reached under the skirt of the dress I thought tomaybe tear the slip down but instead grabbed my penis in the front of thesmooth satin panties. As quickly as she had grabbed me she let go as ifshe 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 pastMarshall and down the stairs. I wasn’t use to the heels and stumbled afterher down the stairs and right on out the front door. Jennifer followed andstarted a chatter as she had now formed some thoughts of her own and theshock 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 thoseclothes. 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 thestraps 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 beenquiet no one would have thought much about it. But her chatter drew theattention 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 yourclothes since her son seems to like dressing like a girl so much,” shereplied 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 Jennifersettled 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 littlething. I din’t know I had such a pretty little sister. Come on in, I’llget Mom.”We were all standing in the front room as Mom entered. I was still in thegrip 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 dressup when we came home and found him. I hope you like his outfit because Igoing to have to insist you pay for the clothes he is wearing. I have noidea what he was up to but I can assure you my daughter will never wearthese clothes again,” Jen’s Mother rattle on.My Mother stood in stunned silence. I fully expected her outrage toexplode 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 theclothes are replaced. Bob what ever possessed you to do something likethis? Your Father is going to go ballistic. What are you doing in girlsclothes and made up like that.”I remained silent. Then Jen’s Mom lifted the skirt of the dress to revealthe under things I wore. “Well in addition to the dress, shoes, andnylons, 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 pervertaround my Mother’s house or my c***dren again. If need be I’ll go to thelocal 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 nowalone with Mom and Carol awaiting the onslaught I knew would be unleashedupon me. I couldn’t look into Mom’s face. I mumbled, “I’ll go get myclothes changed.”Mom spoke up, “Oh no you won’t young man or should I say young lady. Youwant to dress like a sissy then you stay dressed as a sissy. You’ll payfor the clothes out of your savings and since you like them so much yourgoing to wear them till I decide other wise. I can’t believe you’d dosomething like this. How long has this been going on?”I was shocked. I couldn’t wear these clothes. What would Dad say. Surelyshe didn’t mean it. “Mom, honest I didn’t want to do this. I never didanything like this before. Marshall made me do it. He was going to beatme up if I didn’t do it. Please Mom it will never happen again. Let meget changed, please.””Oh Mom isn’t he such a pretty little thing. I’ll lend him some clothes hedoesn’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 towear, 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’mgoing to make sure you get to wear girls clothes long enough you won’t wantto be a party to this again. Now go watch TV or something till I get donewith the laundry. I decide then what to do with you,” Mom said as she leftthe room.Carol in a low voice said, “Oh you know you do make a better sister thanyou do a brother. Just think we can share clothes and do on another’shair. Oh and those panties are so sweet. But what about the boobs? How’dyou get them? They really look real, can I touch them?” Come on let’s goup 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 neededright now was some one on my side. So I let her take me by the hand andlead me to her bedroom.Once inside she immediately ran her hands under the dress to lift it upover my waist. While holding the dress in one hand she began to explorewith 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 littlegirl you are. Oh Tiffany what’s this in your panties? Girls shouldn’thave things like this in there panties,” She said as she found my hardeningpenis 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 youreally do like it don’t you. What were you and Marshall doing? Was hedressing 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? Didhe take your virginity too? I’m a little jealous. I’m still a virgin andhere my little sister is out giving it away. Oh, you naughty little girl.”She was continuing to rub my penis through the satin front of the pantiesas I felt as if I’d explode another load of cum into these panties. I wasas 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 helpme.””Oh, but Tiffany, I do understand and I am going to help you,” she said asshe pushed me backwards towards her bed.I Again ended up sitting on the edge of the bed with my tormentor standingin front of me. Carol then reached up under her pleated mini skirt andslid her panties down her legs. She then lifted the front of her skirt toexpose her light blonde hared cunt directly in front f my face. I couldsmell the musky odor as she moved closer. With her slender fingers on eachside of the lips she spread them apart to reveal her clitty and pink linedhole of delight. I sat mesmerized at my first close look at a real lifepussy.Carol spoke, “I’ll bet you had Marshall in that little painted mouth ofyours. Now I think my little sister should learn how to make her sisterfeel good like that too. Ever see a real pussy before, Tiffany? Come onTiffany, get that little tongue of yours out here and taste your bigsister’s pussy.”I leaned slighty forward as Carol placed her hand on the back of my headand pushed me into her now wet pussy. My tongue came out and I pressed itinto her womanhood.”Easy Tiffany girl. Just use the tip of your tongue. That’s a girl, rightup there, lick it easy baby. Ohhhhhhhhhhh Yessssssssss yesss, that’s itgirl,” 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 andbegan a rhythmic stroking. I consciously moved my tongue down the spreadcrack to penetrate her pussy hole. As I did so she jerked and almostsmothered me as she clamped my head into her crotch. Almost in unison Icame for the second time in my young life filling the front on my pantieswith cum as Carol moaned deeply ad a rush of pussy juice flooded my captiveface. She bucked against my face as if she wanted my tongue deeper insideher as my nose rubbed against her inflamed clitty.”Oh God, Oh God yes. Oh Tiffany yess girl your are great. We are reallygoing to have some fun,” Carol said as she stumbled backwards releasing hergrip on me.I sat looking down at the mess I had made in the panties. Wondering what Iwould 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 prettylittle 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 themwhile you get out of those panties and clean yourself up. There’s Kleenexon my dresser.”I slipped the panties down carefully so I didn’t get the sticky cum allover me and hobbled bow legged over to the dresser. I wiped the cum frommy belly and softening dick and was pretty well cleaned up when Carolhanded 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 theywere not like the ones I had been wearing. Instead of the smooth satinfront these had a lace waist band and were adorned with little embroideredroses at the top.”I can’t were these. If Mom sees then she’ll know they aren’t the sameones. She’s mad enough at me already.””Oh just tell her you had an accident or started your period and borrowed apair 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 andinto the bathroom. I’ll show you how to wash your little delicate thingsand keep them pretty. They way Mom talked you might be wearing yourfrillies 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 wereturned to Carol’s room. It was getting late in the afternoon and Ihadn’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’lllisten to you. Tell her I learned my lesson. I’ll never let it happenagain.””She isn’t going to listen to me. You better ask her yourself. PersonallyI hope she keeps you in dresses. I really really like having a sister likeyou. Just think of all the fun we can have. This could be the best summerof your life spent in dresses and such.”I had lost my advocate. She was turning on me. I was a boy, not hersister and I wasn’t going to be her sister. I turned and headed down thestairs to find Mom and plead my case. I found her in the kitchen preparingsupper.”Mom, I’m sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have let him make me doit. I won’ t ever let it happen again. Please can I change my clothesnow?”Mom turned to me and said, “I don’t know what to do with you. When youwere dragged in here today in those clothes I was shocked. I’m still inshock I think. My son dressed up like a little girl. And who cut yourbangs? It’s not that you just put girls clothes on but you’ve gone so farto 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 youthink 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 thingsin the bra and he cut my hair before I could stop him. Please Mom let meget out of this dress and things before Dad gets home.””Absolutely not! I don’t know what to do with you but maybe your Fatherdoes. Since we are going to pay for all your nice little girl clothes yourgoing 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 aboy and stop this nonsense.”Just then Carol appeared and said to Mom, “Oh Mom, Tiffany had a littleaccident in her panties so I let her pick out a pair of mine to wear tillhers dry. I showed her how to wash them out and dry them. There hangingin her room now.”I almost dropped dead on the spot. How could she do this to me. I thoughshe 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 putin diapers if you can’t control your bladder.””No Mom it wasn’t like that. I just dribbled a little. I was afraid yoube even madder if I didn’t keep the clothes on like you said. Carol toldme to were these so you wouldn’t be mad.””I’ve heard enough from the both of you get busy and set the table fordinner. Bobbi, you’ll wear the clothes till your Father gets home anddecides what to do with you.”The table was set and Dad arrived home. I hung back in the kitchen as Itried to avoid the confrontation. I could hear Mom and Dad talking in theother room but couldn’t make out was being said. I knew it had to be Momfilling Dad in on what had transpired with his sissy son that day. It wasthen that Carol came in and pinning me up against the counter with her bodystarted, “Well little sister I think you had better freshen your make-upbefore your presented to Dad. Here this is your shade of lipstick, let mehelp you.”I turned my head in protest and said, “Leave me alone. You already got mein enough trouble.””Look now, my little pussy licker, hold still or you’ll find out just whattrouble 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 justteasing. Surely I didn’t smell like the musky pussy I so recently had myface buried into. Just then Mom called, “Bobbi, get in here. Your Fatherwants to see you, now.”I slowly went towards the room with Carol right behind me. There was noescape. 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 Momhad told him hadn’t prepared him for me in all my girlish refinement. Hisshocked 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 thisway.”Carol spoke, “Oh Dad doesn’t he make a much better looking Daughter than aSon? And I think he really likes pretending to be a girl. I think heshould always be my sister.””Well, there’s no denying he certainly makes a good looking girl and adeveloping one too,” Dad teased. “Well I guess I don’t know what alltranspired here today but your Mother thinks you should spend some time inyour dress to make sure you understand what your doing. Marshall may haveput you in the dress but I don’t see any bumps or bruises from yourfighting him off. So I’m going to leave this up to your Mother as to howto handle it. I guess I’ll miss my son, but what a lovely daughter I haveto take his place.”I hung my head in the shame from Dad’s teasing. I was completelyhumiliated. Carol took my hand as we headed to the dinning room forsupper. We sat and ate as both Dad and Carol continued there teasing. Momsat in mostly silence as if they were doing exactly what she thought neededto be done.Yes, Bobbi you do make a pretty girl. I like the hair style. And themake-up really looks good on you,” Dad said.”Oh Dad don’t call her Bobbi. She wants to be called Tiffany, don’t yous*s?” Carol replied.”OK, Tiffany it is. I don’t know but Tiffany seems very content in herpretty 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 fither 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 theteaseing.Mom finally spoke up, “I think that’s about enough. Let’s just finish ourdinner 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 theevening 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 ofremoving it without Mom’s permission I reflected on the day. I thoughtabout 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’sroom 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 meagain. I wanted to be fucked like his girl. I guess I was reallydemented. As I thought about Marshall and what might have been my handslipped 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 factthat it had excited me. It had been my first real close look at a realpussy. The taste wasn’t all that bad. And boy did she get excited. It wasalmost like she peed herself when she came.A knock on my door brought me from my reverie as I quickly pulled my handout of my panties and smoothed the skirt back own over my nylon coveredlegs. 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 babydoll 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 shesaid without any back talk or you may end up wearing dresses to school nextfall. Anyway Mom fixed the bath for you so you had better get going beforeit gets cold.”Without further discussion I stripped the pretty dress, slip, nylons, bra,and panties off and slipped into my bathrobe. I was standing therecompletely nude when Carol burst through the door to fling her pink satinshorty robe at me.”Here, I almost forgot. You’ll need this for your trips to the bathroomTiffany. Mom said she’ll be up to check on you in a little bit. Iwouldn’t cross her if I were you,” she said as she exited as quickly as shehad appeared.Once in the bathroom I found not just a tub of water but it was filled withbubbles and smelled like a blooming garden full of lilacs. I slipped intothe water and scrubbed my face as hard as I could o remove all traces ofthe make-up. I exited the tub and dried on the fluffly towel and afterbrushing my teeth and combing my wet hair out straight slipped into thesatin robe to return to my bedroom. There I slipped the nylon bottoms ofthe babydolls up my legs and around my waist. They were loose fitting andseemed to provoke more sensation in my groin than did the snug fittingpanties I and worn that day. I slipped the bra on and then slipped thesilicone pads into the cups wanting to do everything Mom expected so as toavoid any further punishment. I slipped the baby doll top over me and thefull cut of it dr****g over my chest sent shivers through me. Never beforehad I wore anything like this, so sexy, so female. It gave riseimmediately to my little dick in the nylon bottoms.I quickly jumped into my bed and pulled the sheet up around me. The weightof the sheet only seemed to enhance the feeling of the nylon over my lilacscented skin. I folded the sheet back off the top of my body and with theremote turned the TV on to MTV. I was half lost in thought and halflistening and watching the sexy guys and girls in the videos when a knockat the door announced the arrival of Mom on her inspection tour. Shelooked strangely at me for a moment and then spoke, “What in God’s name areyou wearing now?” She approached the bed and Carol stepped through thedoor.”And were you in my bath oils? You smell like flowers.”Before I could respond Carol spoke, “Mom, he begged me to let him borrowthat set to sleep in. He said you might make him sleep in the dress. Andhe ask me to fix the bath for him like girls would, so I did. Sorry aboutyour bath oil I really didn’t use that much.””Mom, that’s not true! Carol said you said I had to wear this tonight andshe said you fixed the bath water,” I pleaded.”I don’t know what to believe anymore. Well your in them now so just wearthem tonight. We’ll talk about it in the morning. And brush that hair outand dry it before you go to sleep,” Mom said as she turned quickly andexited 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 outstraight. I tried to brush the bangs Marshall had cut in my hair back intoa more boyish style but to no avail. I slipped into bed and the mentalexhaustion of the day soon had me in dream land. It was sometime laterthat I awoke feeling the presence of another in my bed. I first thought itwas Mom trying to wake me the night having expired. However, as I becamemore conscious of my surroundings I realized someone was under the coverswith me as a hand began to explore my crotch. I started to say somethingbut was “shhhh’ed”.”Shhhhhhh, Carol whispered, “I came to play. I couldn’t stop thinkingabout this afternoon. Now be quiet or you’ll wake Mom & Dad.”I whispered, “Carol, please. You got me in enough trouble, get out of hereand 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 thepanties of the nighty and began stroking me. She replied, “Look here littlesister, if you think your in trouble with Mom now just give me some morelip and I’ll see your in real trouble. You the best pussy licker in theworld 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 withMom. Her ministration to my groin were having the desired effect. Ipleaded, “Please Carol, leave me alone. I don’t think we should be doingthese things.””Well Tiffany, your clitty says you still like it,” she said as she pushedthe nylon and lace top of the nighty up and took my nipple between her warmlips. She flicked her tongue over the hardening nipple and by now had herhand inside my panties. She switched from one nipple to the other and theyhardened as I had never experienced before. The sensations sent goosebumps 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 perttitties out of her gown closed my mouth over it. As I tried to duplicatethe tongue action she had just done to me I let my hand fish down into hergown to capture the other tittie with it’s erect nipple. Carol moaned andsaid, “Oh yes girl, that’s the way.” I could barely see but Carol had onehand in my panties playing with what she called my clitty and her otherhand was buried in her crotch. It was then that she took my hand from herbreast and placed it between her legs right on her soft wet pussy. Herhand covered mine as she guided it to her pleasure zone and demonstratedthe proper pressure and motion to pleasure her.As we continued the exploration of each others body she began talking tome, “Oh Tiffany that feels so good. Did Marshall rub you like this? Comeon 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 itmake 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 itmaybe 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 shemoved her hand deep between my legs and started to insert her long fingerinto my rosebud hole. I squirmed to avoid the penetration. “Easy s*s, Iwon’t hurt you like he did, but if your going to have boys using you likethat you better get it exercised,” she whispered as she found the mark andpushed 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 youreally 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 lipsalready swollen from the hand action of a few moments ago. Before I couldeven react, she had the front of my panties down and had taken my small buterect dick into her mouth. I could begin to describe the sensation ofhaving my little dick buried between her soft warm lips and then her tonguebegan flicking over the head. No wonder Marshall was trying to get me totake his cock in my mouth. I started to buck and writhe against her faceas she lowered her pussy onto my face.My tongue immediately went into action as I drove it directly into her wetflowing hole. My chin rested on the little hard clitty and she began herown rhythmic action as she squirmed as if to have my tongue buried sodeeply I would taste her tonsils. I couldn’t hold back, I spewed my loadright into her mouth right at the moment she pushed her fingers into mypussy hole so deep I thought for a moment it was Marshall again. Momentslater 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 stilllodged between her tender creamy thighs. My mouth and nose still againsther treasured slit. Her cum completely engulfing my face and running downmy 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 methat one time. I knew this was wrong some how, but I also knew it wasreally bad to do it with your sister.Carol crawled off of me and turned to hold me in her arms. “Your the bestTiffany. I love you, little sister. Now tell me was it as good as whenMarshall 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 findyou 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 withyou forever. And don’t lie to me or yourself, you like being a girl, don’tyou. You like making love like a girl and you love being dressed like agirl.” This she said as she slipped from my bed. Then leaning down shewhispered, “Goodnight my sweet Tiffany. You better wash escort sincan that pretty littleface and change your panties before you go to sleep.”Shortly after she left I got out of bed with another pair of cum drenchedpanties in my hand. Change panties she said. I don’t have panties tochange into. Then I remembered the treasure from my first time withMarshall. I dug into the closet to retrive the satiny panties and headedto the bathroom to clean myself up, put on clean panties and wash the cumfrom the baby doll panties that matched my top.I am choosing to end this story at this point. If there is interest in thecontinuation E-mail me or let me know and I will post the continuation ofTiffany growing up under her sister’s tutelage.Bob Becomes Bobbi Part IIBob become Tiffany and is discovered by his sister and then his Dad. Hecomes to the realization that he this is not being forced on him but hedoes want to be a girl and he does like the boys attentionI awoke in the morning to the feel of the satiny pink baby doll nightyhugging my body and my privates contained in the white satin and lacepanties of Marshall’s sister, the only remembrance of our union just a fewweeks ago. Mom was knocking on my door and announcing herself prior toentry into my room. The reality of my situation slowly came back to me. Ihad been caught in Jennifer’s clothes, d**g home and presented to Mom & mysister Carol in all my frills. I had been made to stay dressed as a girlfor Dad to see and then made to wear a nighty to bed. Then Carol had medoing things with her like we were queer girls.Mom entered my room saying, “Well, how is my other little girl today? My,my you certainly look cute in your little pink nighty. Ah oh, whathappened to your little pink panties to match your nighty? Did my littlegirl have another accident? Maybe you do need diapered at night. Wheredid those panties come from? If you never did this before where did thepanties come from?”I had forgotten the panties. I turned beat red at the discovery andsearched my mind frantically for an answer to her question. “Mom, Idribbled on the pink ones last night and Carol gave me these. I guess theyare hers. I was afraid to put mine on because you said I had to were thegirlie ones.””Well, I don’t remember Carol ever having a pair like those. I neverbought them for her. Anyway, your going to wear your panties and camisoleof your sisters. You can wear your clothes over them but if I have to sayanything to you or find out you haven’t been telling the truth you’ll bewearing dresses and skirts for a long time. I’ve pressed the clothes youhad on yesterday and I’ve hung them in your closet. Just remember howclose 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 storyyet. Maybe when I’m satisfied I know the truth maybe I’ll be able toforget about how much you actually looked and acted like a girl.”With that said Mom exited my room leaving behind a white satiny camisolewith spaghetti straps and lace all around the scooped neck line. I wouldbe sure to wear a high necked heavy shirt over the camisole so no one couldpossibly know what I was wearing under them. I slipped into jeans and ashirt, athletic socks and Nikes. The heavy clothes sliding over the satinyunderthings was a constant reminder of the girly things I was being forcedto wear. The only saving grace was that to the rest of the world I wasdressed 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 soonas she saw me she turned and said, “Good morning Tiffany. How’s my littlesister today? My, my you look like a tom boy today. Would you like toborrow 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’shappening around here with him but I know I want things back to normal.””Really, Mom,” Carol replied, “Is returning to normal mean letting him wearpanties and my camisole under his clothes? What a sissy. I think youshould make him wear girls clothes all summer. Then maybe he’d appreciatebeing a boy.””Carol,” Mom said sharply, “I don’t know what’s right or wrong in thissituation. I don’t understand a boy wanting to be dressed like a girl andI don’t know if that’s what were dealing with here or if this has all beenforced on Bobbi. What I do know is I don’t need your recommendations orjudgments 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. Ithought about interjecting support for my being forced into the situation,but decided to leave well enough alone. The tirade by Mom silenced Caroland the rest of breakfast went on uneventful. In fact the whole day andthen the next few days went on without mention of me being in dresses oreven girls under wear. I was out of the camisole and panties the next dayand back into my own boy clothes. Yes, I missed the soft silky clothes andI wondered if I’d ever see Marshall again or if I’d meet a guy I felt likethat about or who made me feel and want to be a girl again. I doubted thatI would ever feel towards a guy again like I felt with Marshal. I figuredit to be an aberration that happened once and that now I’d return to beinga real boy wanting a girlfriend and the like.About a week after this episode Mom and Dad left Carol and I alone for theweek-end as they were going to attend a wedding of my aunts. They weregoing to stay over Saturday night as the distance to drive was to longafter 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. Ireturned to the den to watch the Saturday morning cartoons. I hadn’t beenengrossed long in the cartoons when Carol came into the Den.”Hey lazy,” she said, “Are you going to bury yourself in the idiot box allday? 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 needyour muscles for this job.”Well a little flattery, however false, went a long way. She actually needmy muscles for a job. Well OK.”Oh all right, I’ll be right up,” I said. I trudged up the steps behindher 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 asshe 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. Isaw on her bed a complete outfit laid out on her bed. She was nuts. Whatmade her think I’d let her put me in a dress. Even if I did like it Iwould never, ever let her know. I remembered what she did to me when I wasdressed 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 whatMarshal 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 toldMom 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 youreally didn’t like it I wouldn’t even ask you to be my little sister forthe week end, but I know you like it. Don’t forget what you did to mewhile you were dressed and what you did in the panties. That doesn’thappen if you don’t like it. Maybe I should tell Mom how her little boygot all hard and didn’t pee his panties but fill them with cum. Now comeon Little s*s, let’s get you out of those tom boy clothes and intosomething for a pretty little girl.””You wouldn’t do that, would you? Why are you doing this Carol? Pleasedon’t make me do this. It’s bad what we did and I’m your brother not yoursister. I don’t want to be a girl.””Tiffany get the hell out of those clothes now or you’ll find out if I willor not. Piss me off and I’ll bet I can have Mom put you in dresses rightinto school this fall. Dad isn’t going to help you. I heard him tell Momif you wanted to be a girl then make you a girl, he didn’t care, Just leavehim out of it.”I was trapped. I was really doing good at staying out of girls clothesever 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 outof the corner of my eyes. Soon I stood before my sister completely nudewith 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 smelllike a pretty little girl. Now get in there. It’s time you startedlearning about being a real girl instead of just wishing. And we both knowyou like it, don’t we Tiffany?”I headed towards the bathroom and choked out my plea, “Carol, please. I’mnot 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’sclothes after having been with Marshal. Boys and certainly not a brotherof mine would dress up like that to be with other boys. I’d venture toguess that before the weekend is over I’ll know a whole lot more aboutwhether 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 getrid of all that ugly fuzz on your legs before you get to wear nylons like abig girl.”I slid into the fragrant waters and felt the slippery waters engulf mybody. It really did feel nice. My reverie was short lived as Carol satdown on the edge of the tub and grabbing my ankle hoisted my left leg outof the water. With the pink razor in one hand and my leg held in the othershe began running the razor down my legs from ankle to high on my thigh. Icouldn’t believe the fuzzy hair that mounted on the razor head. When shehad finished with my leg she dropped it unceremoniously back into thewater. I was in shock. I couldn’t believe the difference in the feelingof the water on my leg now void of the peach fuzz hair. I couldn’t helpbut reach under the water to feel the silky smoothness of my newly shavedleg.”Pretty nice, isn’t it? You like having your leg shaved, didn’t you? Nowyou do your other one,” she said handing me the razor.I struggled to accomplish on this leg what Carol had so easily done to theother. Eventually I had the leg smooth as the other with only one sign ofbleeding. I was enjoying the cooling water when Carol returned and said,”Now raise your arm over your head like this.” She demonstrated raisingher arm to expose the arm pit. I did as instructed as she took the razorfrom me once more. “Your blonde hair and being whimpy I guess leaves youalmost bald under your arms. Hell girl, I have more hair on my legs andarms than you do.”She quickly shaved what fuzz was under my arm and then repeated the sameprocedure on the other arm pit. “Now,” she said, “Let’s see what we can dowith those pretty locks of hair. A nice shampoo and conditioning andyou’ll be already for a nice perm or set.””No way, Carol. You’re not going to do that to my hair. No perms, itwouldn’t come out. I don’t care if you do lie to Mom, I’m not going towear 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 acool water rinse and squeezing the excess water out, proceeded to work in asilk smooth conditioner. She told me to sit still for a few minutes whilethe conditioner worked and she left the bathroom. A few minutes later shecame 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 canwear this for awhile,” she commanded as she held the robe for me to slipinto.”Carol, cut it out. I’m your brother, not your sister. Your the weird onemaking me pretend to be a girl so you can have a sister,” I retortedsharply as I slipped into the robe. It did feel cozy and it only hung tomy mid thigh.”Tiffany my dear, I’m only helping you to be the girl you want to be. Poorlittle girl is so confused. She has to wear boy clothes all the time whenshe really wants to be a princess in a little dress for her Daddy and theboys. Well it’s OK little sister. I’m going to let you be my “Secretsister” all the time now,” she said. “Now sit down over here till I getyour 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 obviousas if she didn’t know.She just looked and continued getting her hair rollers out and set sayingto me, “Oh poor little Tiffany. Her clitty is so big. But it certainlyisn’t big enough to be a dick. Boys have dicks that get real big tosatisfy there girls. Now Tiffany that little thing has to be a clitty. Itcertainly isn’t going to satisfy a girl.” She laughed.I wilted in embarrassment at her words. I knew mine wasn’t that big, butit would grow; wouldn’t it. I dejectedly sat at the vanity on the stool asCarol began pulling the comb through my wet long blond hair. As she oncehad it all combed out, still wet, she began rolling it up on large barreledcurlers and pinning them in place. I in embarrassed silence as shecontinued an incessant chatter.”Oh Tiffany, real girls would kill for this hair. Promise me you’ll nevercut 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’tbe able to do this for you all the time. You’re going to have to learn howto set your own hair. Pay attention to the way I roll your hair and wherethe 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 Ireally want to show you off,” She rattled on.”Get real,” I yelled as her remark struck the gray matter and wasrecognized, “No one will ever see me in a dress or with my hair done like agirls 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 wanthim to see you, now wouldn’t you?” she cajoled.”I… I don’t want anyone to see me,” I stammered. “What happened withMarshal was because he made me do it.”My mind was confused. When she brought up Marshall my mind raced back tothat day. Oh yes, I was a real girl for that few short hours. He reallylike me like a real girl and I loved being a girl and making him feel likehe was with a real girl. He said I was better than any girl he had everbeen with, didn’t he? I would really love to see him again. I’d love tobe dressed just the way he wanted me to be dressed and walking arm and armwith him on a real date.Carol couldn’t know this. And the evening with Carol rushed back. Yes, Iknew it was wrong, what we did. But it was so exciting having my littlepenis in her mouth like that. And she was teaching me where to touch herwith my tongue and what it felt like to have my own little titties suckedon. 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. Icouldn’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 youdressed 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’sof time,” she said as she handed me a pair of bright yellow hi-cut satinbrief panties and bra. They were very pretty and the lace at the legopenings matched the lace on the bra cups.I said nothing but opened the robe enough to step in to the panties. Now Ihad known the feel of satin panties sliding up my legs from before. Butthe sensations of drawing them up over shaved legs was new andunbelievable. I actually shook from the feel. I finally got them up andin place and was shedding the robe to slip into the satiny bra when Carolspoke up.”Oh the little boy who doesn’t want to be a girl sure has a funny way ofshowing it. Look her little clitty is so hard it’s making her prettylittle panties stick out. Poor baby, we’ll have to fix that before we goout.”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 butencourage further development of my clitty in the panties. I had nodefense to Carol’s observations so I turned my back to her.”Oh Tiffany, really now. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Afterall we are sisters. It will be so nice to have a little sister to shareall our thoughts and experiences with, won’t it. Maybe someday we can evenshare boys. Would you like that, Tiffany?” she questioned as she returnedfrom her closet with more clothes for her new little sister.She continued, “I thought maybe a skirt and top would be nice for thisafternoon. What do you think, s*s? I think this pleated one or at least afull cut one would help define your figure a little better. You know youdon’t have a lot of hip to define your little waist, but my, oh my whatcute buns you have. Yes this little black one is perfect. Oh no what am Ithinking? We’ll save this outfit for later. Here, let me see you in thispretty 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 mybody. The bodice fit snugly and the spaghetti straps held the top of thedress just high enough on my chest to expose a little of the lace from mybra. The bra actually pushed my small titties (excess flesh) up to form avery small cleavage as one would expect on a pre-pubescent girl. A belthung slightly below my waist line and Carol quickly tied them in back of mein a bow that now rested on the curvature of my bum. The full skirt d****dover my legs but ended mid thigh. I couldn’t resist I did a little spinjust to feel the skirt dance across my legs. More sensations almostoverwhelmed 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 justdid. I said to Carol, “I.. I’m sorry Carol. I didn’t mean to do that. Imean 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. Thedress looks great on you. I don’t even look that good in it. Do you likeit? Come on now little sister, tell the truth.”I couldn’t take it anymore. I started bawling and between sobs tried toexplain to Carol.”I.. Oh Carol, I.. Love the way it makes me feel. But I’m a boy. I can’tbe 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 Idon’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. Iwas a boy. Boys were not girls. Boys didn’t want to be girls and boysdidn’t think about other boys.Carol stepped close to me and took me in her arms to comfort her littlesister.”Now, now little one, don’t cry. It’s OK. Really it is. Come on nowlet’s just pretend to be sisters today. I won’t tell anyone. Looksweetheart don’t cry. Let’s be sister today and see how you feel about ittomorrow.I stopped my sobbing which fell to the small sighs and deep intakes ofbreath. Carol sat me at her vanity and from the various jars and tubes didmy face over into that of a peach skinned little girl with just a pinktwinge to the cheeks and lips. When she was finished I couldn’t deny I wasmuch 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 lookof an innocent little girl with that make-up and dress. Wait till you seeyour face inside the hair do,” Carol beamed.I only smiled at her in return. What could I say. I loved it. I hadnever felt so much like a real girl before.”Of course,” she said “We know your not all that innocent, are you? Youreally liked getting your little clitty sucked on, didn’t you? And Ithought you were going to swallow my clitty.”My face turned red with embarrassment as she brought our pasttransgressions up again. “Please Carol,” I said, “Your a girl after alland 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 thanthat. Come on now tell me what Marshall did to you. Did you have one inyour little behind?””No it wasn’t like that,” I lied, “What about you. Does your boyfriend doit 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 youdown there? Does he do things to you, too?””You little faggot! You don’t know anything. Joe isn’t allowed to touchme and he knows it. He respects me enough not to do those things. I’m notlike my slutty little sister who drops her panties for the first boy tosmile at her. And Dad, how could you? Your jealous aren’t you? You wantto sit on Daddy’s lap and probably even play with him. You sick littleperverted faggot. You really want to know what Dad would think of his Sonall 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.” Ialmost cried.I was jealous of the way Dad treated Carol and not me. I still think hedid things to her. Her boyfriend, Joe, on the other hand, probably neverhas gotten into her pants. I’m also sure he was probably getting it from alot of other girls unbeknownst to Carol. Joe was from the other side ofthe tracks and he was so enamored with having an uptown girl he let Carolkind of rule the roost. Dad and Mom both hated to see Carol dating someoneso much her inferior.Carol’s anger pasted as quickly as it had erupted. She turned and headedfor the bathroom.”While I get ready get in my closet. There are a pair of white strapsandals that will fit you. They have a little heel but put them on andpractice 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 thepolish on the vanity on your toe nails and might as well do your fingernails 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 paintedwithout painting my whole finger. I found the sandals and jewelry and theyaccented my outfit. I was admiring myself in front of the mirror with thelarge pink rollers still in my hair when Carol came back in already made upand dressed.”OK doll baby, let’s get your hair finished. Wow, look she handles heelslike she was born to them,” She said.I sat as she undid the rollers and my hair fell in soft bouncy waves aroundmy face. She then set to work with a brush and barrettes. Soon she hadthe side pined back with gold barrettes and the front in a sweeping curl upover my forehead. She retouched my make-up and then had me stand in frontof 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,” shesaid 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 Irealized was in a dress and outside in front of everyone. The sun was warmand a gentle breeze lifted the skirt of the sundress and laid it gentlyback on my bare thighs.”Carol!” I shouted, “Let me back in. Someone is going to see me. LookMrs. 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 remotelybelieve your a boy. Mrs. Henderson is just being her nosy old self. Comeon 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 theprivileges of being a girl and clothes shopping. Anyway you need to getyour own make-up. Girls don’t share make-up.”We walked the four blocks to the village shops hand-in-hand. She had tohold me or I would have bolted and been hiding under the porch or somethingat 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 pantiesand garters to nightgowns. s*s insisted on buying me a pink satin and laceset of hi-cut briefs, demi-bra, and garter. As an after thought she threwin three pair of sheer hose in black, tan and one in white. I wasterrorized to say anything. I was sure my voice would give me away. Myfeet were killing me. The heeled sandals were straining my leg muscles inways 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 thisevening.”I didn’t think I make it home my feet and legs hurt so bad. I fell in thedoor as Carol unlocked it. I went directly up to the bathroom to relievemyself of the pressure in my bladder. I sure wasn’t going to go to aladies room while we were out. I had kicked off my shoes and then gotmyself 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. Getout of your pretties and take a quick bath. I want to see you in your newunderwear and then we’ll have some make-up lessons. Be careful not to getyour 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 youwearing my panties. Now your going to be my little sister or I’ll leteveryone know about you wearing girls clothes and letting Marshall buttfuck you like a little faggot. 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 gettingin when Carol burst through the door. She unceremoniously dumped scentedbath oil and bubbles into the tub with me.”Shave your legs and under your arms. Don’t want any fuzz on your prettylittle 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. Itreally felt different with my legs completely smooth and fuzzless. I wentto my own room and saw clothes already laid out on the bed. I knew anyprotests would go unheeded. So I pick up my new pink satin briefs andslipped them on and up my legs. I put the bra on backwards and slid itround, but found it a lot harder than s*s’s regular bras. When I put myarms through the straps and pulled them up into place on my shoulders itpinched me together in the front. Looking down I had cleavage created bythe bra. My chest looked like a little girls ready for her first trainingbra. I couldn’t help admiring myself in the mirror. I had a sexy littlefigure. 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 garterbelt around my waist. I slipped the garter tabs down through the pantiesand 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 wearearlier. I zipped it up the side and looked in the mirror. It barelycovered the tops of the hose and any movement flashed the pink lace of thegarter tabs. I loved it. I looked so sexy. I took the silver lame croptop and slipped it over my head. The low cut neck line exposed my newlycreated cleavage and it hung over the tips of my titties not touching mybelly below it. God was I hot. I could hardly wait to get my hair fixedand 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 hiddenvantage 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 havecum in your new panties if I’d left you alone any longer. Come on let’sget your make-up fixed, get some nail polish on your pretty little fingersand fix your hair.”I sat as se went through her ministrations with the make-up, nail polishand hair brushes. I looked into the mirror and there wasn’t any semblanceof a boy. Only a hot looking 13 year old girl trying to look 16.I was sitting there in reverie when the door bell rang. I almost jump upto 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. Thedoor 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 intothe 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,” Carolprodded Carl.”God I don’t believe it. What a sissy faggot. I always figured you were alittle strange, but this… I don’t believe it,” he said as he beganlaughing.I was frozen in humiliation. How could she have done this to me. Tearsformed 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 whoshe was. Now, come on s*s don’t cry. You’ll ruin your make-up. Come overhere and sit down. I got us all some pop.”Carl was recovering from his initial shock and I think his ownembarrassment of being turned on by a boy in a dress. “Well, he could beone of those female impersonators. He looks almost as good as that RuePaul.””It’s not he. This is Tiffany, my little sister,” Carol said, “It’s sheand a very pretty she, don’t you think so?”Carol sat me down between the two o them on the couch. I tried to presstowards Carol to keep any part of me from touching Carl. Both Carl andCarol had there arms thrown up over the couch behind me. I couldn’t escapeand Carol just pressed me closer to Carl.”Carl,” Carol said, “My poor little sister lost her boyfriend. She’s notallowed to see him anymore. I really think she misses him and not havingany attention from the boys.”I didn’t see where this teasing was headed and I just kept my mouth shut asI was being pressed between them.”Oh I don’t think a pretty little faggot like her would have any troublefinding a new boyfriend,” Carl teased.”Now Carl,” Carol admonished, “Be nice. Tiffany is so lonesome, aren’t youlittle sister? I’ll bet you really miss all those smooches and feels hegave you, huh?””Don’t Carol, please,” I pleaded.Carol reached over and taking Carl’s hand placing it on my bare thigh belowthe hem of the skirt. “Now Carl why don’t you just take a little feel ofTiffany. Feel how nice and soft and smooth her legs are. I bet you neverfelt a girl with such soft and smooth skin. Just check above her prettylace top stockings and see,” Carol instructed him.He pushed his hand between my thighs and under the pleats of the littleskirt I wore. As his fingers found the top of my hose and the bare skinexposed above them, I shivered. I can’t explain whether it was from fearor 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 Itried in vain to squirm out of my position.I tried to push away from Carl when my hand landed in his lap. My God, hewas hard. He was getting turned on by a boy in a dress. I jerked my handback 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 lapon his dick.””Go on Tiffany, unzip him and take it out,” Carol said. “Do it Tiffany ormaybe 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 anyunderwear. His dick sprang out as the zipper was barely released. God, sincan escort bayan itwas huge. The head was purple and engorged with blood. I had never seenone like his not in all the years of gym classes and showers. Stillholding my wrist Carl forced my hand unto it. Not only was it long it wasreally big around. My fingers closed around it and I found my hand andfingers would not go completely around his monstrous dick. Thinking backto Marshall he would be small compared to this one. I was glad he wasn’tthis 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 thefloor in front of them with Carl’s cock sticking in my face. I had gonefrom 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 whata good little cock sucker you are.””Please Carol,” I pleated with tears welling in my eyes, “Don’t do this tome, please.””You fuckin little sissy shit, shut up,” She screamed at me, “You beenputting my clothes on for years and loving it every time I let you put adress and panties on. Now you want to be a little girl then you’ll be agirl. You’ll damn well learn what it is to be a girl with a guy, NOW SUCKHIS 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 thehair and proceeded to force his dick into my mouth between my lips andteeth. I continued to try to talk, to beg, not to do it. All to no availas he pushed his throbbing dick deep into my mouth hitting the back of mythroat. Using my hair as handles he pushed and pulled my head over hisdick, FUCKING MY FACE.I was prepared to have my mouth filled with Carl’s hot cum when all of asudden 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. Myrelief was short lived as Carol pulled me to my feet by my arms. Before Ieven regained my balance Carol had sat hard on the couch pulling me by thearms down over the arm. There I was spread over the couch arm my feet notgaining the floor. Before I could recover Carl positioned himself standingbehind 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 ofthe panties and pulling them down off my butt.”Please Carl, please stop. Don’t do this Carl. I’ll tell if you do,” Ipleaded and then threatened.”You’ll tell no one Sissy or all the pictures I’ve ever taken of you inyour little girl outfits will be all around your school. I’ll bet yourclass mates would all be sticking there dicks in you if they knew what youreally are,” Carol said. “And just think what Daddy would think abouthaving another sissy daughter.”Carl seemed oblivious to my pleas or Carol’s response. He was busypreparing to taking what he thought was my virginity. I squirmed as I felthim wiping his spittle on my hole as lubricant. I was terrified. The sizeof his dick would surely tear me apart. I struggled but he had my legspinned and Carol still held my arms. All of a sudden I heard the loudcrack 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 tellme 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 weighton me driving his dick into me. The head popped through the tight openingand it felt as if a hot poker had been shoved into me. He paused only longenough to take a breath and grabbing me around my tummy lifted me andshoved 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 itin and out of me. “God,” he said, “This is fantastic. You are one hell ofa fuck””FUCK HIM CARL, FUCK HIM,” Carol shouted, “Make my little sister a realwoman. Make her want it.”His long dick was hitting something up inside me. Every stroke ended in anintense feeling inside me. I didn’t know what it was at the time but laterlearned about the prostrate. He was doing things to me. I never thought aboy could have these kinds of feelings. My dick was hard in the front ofthe satin panties. I felt Carl’s hands take hold of my little dick throughthe 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 tofuck you like a little girl or I’ll stop right now,” Carl threatened.”This little faggot is hard. He likes getting fucked.””Carl, Carl,…. Please Carl,” I mumbled.”Please what you little faggot? Come on tell us,” Carl responded. “Tellyour sister you like getting fucked,” he said as he squeezed my penis andtwisted it sending pain up through my groin.”YES, YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, CARL. I want you to fuck me, I like it,” Irelented.Another deep plunge into me and I felt Carl explode inside me. It feltlike I was going to shit myself at the same time I lost it. I exploded inthe panties in Carl’s hands. I felt his cum fill me and squeeze out of meand down my thighs. I was spent as I fell onto the arm of the couch andCarl fell with me. I was leaking his fluid but I could still feel his hugemanhood buried deep within me. I was crying. Crying softly as the tearsstarted to streak my cheeks. Carol had released my hands and she wasspeechless at what she had instituted here this night.Had I like what had happened to me? No, but then again I lay across thearm of the couch with the front of my panties filled with my cum and Carl’scum running down my thighs out of my ass hole. I was recovering andfinally a realization of what had transpired came to me. I jumped upsuddenly still sobbing and ran for the stairs. I couldn’t hear the yellsof Carl and Carol and didn’t stop till I was in the bath room with the doorlocked.I stripped my sister’s clothes from my body as quickly as I could. Cumstill streamed out of my ass hole and down my thighs. I reached around tofeel and see if I as really torn. I touched my now swollen and sore pussyhole and then looking at my hand the tell tale evidence was there. Cum andblood stained my fingers. I cried harder. I stepped into the shower andscrubbed myself in an attempt to remove the memory of what my sister andCarl had subjected me too. The hot steamy water did not seem to alleviatethe memory or soreness that permeated my bottom. I dried and stuffed theclothes into the hamper. I listened carefully for any sign of Carl orCarol 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 behindme. Standing there totally naked with all the make-up gone except for thenail polish. My long blond hair was still damp and showed none of thestyling Carol had done earlier. On the bed was the baby doll night gownCarol had left for me. As brutalized as I had been I couldn’t help takingthe baby dolls and slipping into them. The silky satin brushed my nipplesto erection while the little briefs comforted my bottom. I climbed intobed and sought the relief of sleep.Sometime later I heard a light tapping on my door. My first reaction wasto 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 whatI did. I didn’t mean it to go so far.”Reluctantly I crawled from bed my bottom reminding me it was not yethealed. I unlocked my door and turned and retreated to my bed pulling mycovers up over me. Carol entered the room and came straight to the bed andsat 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 knewhow big he was and you still let him do it to me, fuck me and call me afaggot and everything! I’m not a faggot.””Here,” she said, “Roll over, let me see.”I rolled over as Carol pulled the back of the panties down off my bum. Ifelt 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 ofhis cum and a little blood. I’ll get something to make you feel better andkeep you from ruining my nighty.”Carol was gone but a short time when she returned. I was still laying onmy stomach and couldn’t see what she had with her. I heard paper tear andthen felt her finger smearing grease on my sore hole. “Hold still now, I’lltry not to hurt you.” With that I felt her slide something small and hardup my pussy hole. When she seemed to pull it out I still felt somethinginside me.”There, I put a tampax in you The Vasoline will soothe you and the tampaxwill keep you from leaking in your panties. There’s a string hanging outand when it’s time to take it out, just pull I gently. Leave it in tillmorning 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 youdo it to me Carol? Why did you let him do that to me? I liked being yoursister. 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 tearswelling up in my eyes.”Tiffany, I didn’t know you really liked being a girl. I always thought Iwas forcing you to pretend to be my sister with threats and such. I didn’tmean 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’msorry it happened. If your serious about feeling like a girl, I’ll helpyou. We won’t tell anyone. It will be our secret. I’ll help you be asmuch like a girl and my sister as possible. You know there are guys whobecome girls for real. They say some of them are really girls inside butjust 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 whathappened to me when Carl ****d me. Does that mean I’m queer or a girl orwhat?””It doesn’t mean anything, Tiffany. It was physical, that’s all. Youcouldn’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 weget up I’m going to help you become the girl you want to be. I won’t makeyou do anything. I’ll just help you do what ever you want. Mom and Dadwon’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 hadstopped although I was still very sore. After breakfast with s*s she hadme bath and proceeded to dress me in everything from short shorts to herprom dresses. As she went through her clothes she made a special drawerfor me in her dresser. There she put lingerie that was for me to wearanytime I wanted too. She made a place in her closet and hung a fewdresses, skirts, and blouse that were to be mine alone. We did make-up andstyled each others hair. I was really her sister now. There memories ofthe previous night had faded and I truly felt like Carol’s sister and eventhough 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 homeand Bob would have to be here when they arrived. I reluctantly removed mygirly clothes and scrubbed the make-up from my face as I watched Tiffanydisappear in the mirror and Bob return. But this was only superficial forinside I knew I would always be Tiffany, Carol’s little sister.Mom and Dad arrived home just as I was returning from my transformationupstairs. As they banked in the front door with there bags and lookingrather haggard from their week-end activities, they raised a greeting.”Well I see the house is still standing. And I assume your sister is stillamong 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 theden watching TV,” I said.Dad looked at me rather curiously and said, “You look different. What isit.”Mom spoke up, “Well it’s rather obvious someone styled his hair. But youbetter do something with it before school tomorrow cause it looks likesomething your sister would wear, certainly not a boy.””Jesus Boy! What’s with you? First it’s long hair and now you want it tolook like a girls? Have you got a problem or something we should talkabout?” Dad practically shouted at me. I had forgotten all about the hairstyle Carol had given me that afternoon. Having trimmed my bangs andcurled it all in to a soft feminine hair-do there could be no mistaking itfor anything else.I defended myself, “Ahh.. Oh, Carol was messing around this afternoon whileI was watching TV. I forgot all about it. I haven’t even seen what shedid to it.” I felt my hair with both hands and twisted around in the hallto 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 andyou’ll have your stringy mane back.””Well, I just wish you’d get it cut like a normal boy. You look like somefaggot or hippie with it that way,” Dad added. “It’s no wonder your alwaysgetting picked on at school and knocked around.”Just then Carol came in, “Oh you mean you don’t like what I did with hishair? I was bored and I figured what better way to see how I’d look in anew 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 adress and a little make-up.Mom replied rather shortly, “I think that’s enough. After all we’ve beenthrough the last month or so I don’t think this needs discussed anyfurther. 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 uneventfulexcept for some strange looks from Dad. The hair was never mentioned thatevening. As I went to my room and got ready to get into bed I pulled mycovers back. There under the blanket was a pair of yellow lace panties anda shorty nylon lace night gown. My sister had left me a present. I didn’thesitate. I slipped into them and then into bed. At last I felt good inmy new sleep outfit and drifted off to sleep and dream.The following week was rather uneventful. Two evenings Carol and I endedup alone in the house and she dressed me and started helping me with thegirl’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 ofpair of panty hose a garter belt and two pair of hose. I was ecstatic. Ilove the hose and figured I’d get use to panty hose. She said with shortskirts 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 wasan athlete in high school and college. He stood 6′ 4” with broad shouldersand carried a trim 205 pounds even at his age now. He worked out and keptrather trim and fit. He was a man’s man. He also wanted his son to followhis foot steps into an athletic career. So you can imagine hisdisappointment in siring a whimp like me. Not that he didn’t try. We bothsuffered through his attempts to teach me how to play baseball andfootball. However after the disastrous little league try-outs when he sawhow really bad I was compared to the other boys, he gave up. I was so badI even threw a ball like a girl. The embarrassment ended my athleticcareer and his hopes of watching his son hit the game winning home run orscore 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 veryfeminine way, cheerleader, track star, prom queen. It became easy for himto shower his attention on success.It was about a month after Carol and my bonding as sisters. I arrived homefrom school to an empty house. The note on the counter instructed me toheat a TV diner for myself. Dad was on a business trip, Mom was at hercard club, and Carol was staying over at her girlfriends house. It didn’ttake 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 quicklystripped and was in a scented tub of water. My legs were still devoid ofhair but I ran the razor over them anyway. I wash my hair and used theconditioner as Carol had shown me.After a half hour of tub preparation I dried in the fluffy towel, wrapped atowel turban style to hold my wet hair and donned one of Carol’s pink terrycloth robes. Then it was off to Carol’s room and my own treasures. Whowould I be tonight, the vixen, the school girl, or the Sunday go to meetinggirl? I set out the make-up Carol had either given me or purchased for meon her vanity. Then to the closet to search for the perfect outfit for theevening. The bath oil wafted in the air around me. I felt so feminine atthat moment. There, that was the outfit. I reached in and pulled thered/black/white plaid pleated skirt from it’s hanger along with the whiteblouse with the lace collar and long sleeves. It would be perfect under acardigan sweater for a chilly fall evening.I then went to my drawers in Carol’s room to select the lingerie tocomplement the outfit. I was getting an erection just thinking about howpretty 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 pickedout a short lacy petty slip in white that would make the pleats hang softlyover my hips. I took the white lace push up bra that under a blouse andsweater would give the appearance of sprouting boobs. The white lace highcut briefs and matching garter belt would be great. I then went to Carol’sstocking drawer and found a pair of red hose that went really well with thepredominate red in the plaid skirt. The shoes she had given me were in theback of her closet. There the black flats would be perfect and they weremore comfortable than the heels she had given me.I slipped into the clothes except for the blouse which would go on afterthe make-up and hair. The bra pushed my flesh together and not only gaveme a cleavage but filled the cups somewhat. I dried my hair and thenapplied the make-up using a dark red lipstick and a similar blush. The Ipulled my bangs out and with the curling iron formed them into a solid curlacross my forehead. I brushed my hair back pulling it behind my ears andthen into a ponytail. A gum band held it in place while I tied the ribbonover it.I was still sitting there without my blouse fiddling with the ribbon when aloud 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 suitcase hitting the floor. I’m not sure who was more startled at that momentas 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? Youfaggot! I thought this had been all settled. What the hell are you doingin your sister’s clothes and make-up?”My mind was racing. There was no excuse. My mind raced on. Not evenhaving room to think about the consequences of my predicament I tried foran acceptable explanation. “Dad.. I was just pretending.. I..I justwanted 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 noyou won’t get out of them, not yet. Finish your dressing or what ever thenI want to see you in my room,” he said as he picked up his bag and turnedheading 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 andbuttoned the blouse around me and tucked the tail into my skirt. What wasgoing on here. I though I was going to get smacked around and maybe theclothes tore off me. But this? I was confused and extremely leery ofpresenting myself before him again made-up as I was. I considered lockingthe door and returning myself to Bob before he could see me again. Howwould I approach him? I knew I was embarrassed in fact my cheeks stillburned from my discovery. I was contemplating all of this when he shoutfrom 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 braveryholing up erect from falling into a fit. I pushed open his door and slidinside. His bag was in the corner and he had removed his coat and tie andwas 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 ofmy 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 theskirt. “The slip too.” I adjusted my grip and raised the slip with theskirt. I stood in abject silence.”What’s your problem? Do you think your a girl? Are you just acrossdresser? How long has this been going on? Does your Mother know whatyour doing? The incident with the neighbor I believed you when you saidyou had been forced to do it, but this. You sure as hell make a betterlooking girl than you ever did a boy. Have you thought about what this isgoing 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 Iwonder about me too. I don’t know what I feel. I know I’m a boy and Iknow I upset you really bad but Mom doesn’t have to know, does she? I meanI’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?” heask.I took a few steps towards him just to be within his reach. He reached outand taking the hem of the skirt with one hand holding it out and thenreached with his other hand under the slip and started searching the frontof my panties. I recoiled a bit but he just pulled me back and continuedhis exploration. His hand found my half hard erection in the front of mysatin panties. “Dad….,” I pleaded.”What’s the matter, sissy? Shit you hardly have a dick and it’s hardalready. This turns you on sexually, doing this, doesn’t it. Are youshaving your legs? Shit, maybe you are a girl.” His hand slipped insidethe leg opening of my panties as he grasp my little thing in is bigfingers.”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 readyto find out about boys and girls from the girls side of things?” he said ashe pulled me closer and wrapped his other big paw around under my skirtholding my satin covered bum from escape.I was in shock. I couldn’t believe my Dad was doing this to me. I musthave been right about Carol and him. I wondered if he was fucking hisdaughter, my sister. I wonder what he was planning. How far was he goingto 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 area hot little faggot, 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 otherhand 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. Icouldn’t help the sensations as they sent chills coursing through my bodyright to my groin. My peep jumped in the confines of the panties. “Oh mylittle faggot sissy like to have her little nipples played with. They’regetting hard just like any other little girl’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 akiss with those pretty soft little lips,” he said as his hand moved up tohold 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 lipspenetrating my mouth. I tried pushing his tongue out with mine only tohave mine sucked into his own mouth. His hand left my tits and was workingit’s way up my nylon covered thigh squeezing and massaging my legs againsearching for the union of my legs. Each time I squirmed his hand rodefurther up under my skirt to pull the waist band of my panties out and hishand down in them. He pulled the panty front down to expose my pee-peeunder my skirt and slip. Then he removed his hand and caught hold of mywrist as I tried in vain to push his hand away. I could only imagine agirl on a date fighting off her date as he sought to invade her mostprivate parts.Holding me by the wrist he pushed my hand into his crotch and right down onhis manhood. Even through his dress pants I could feel his hardness as itpushed to free itself from he constraints. He made my hand rub up and downon it even with my fingers and hand bend back as far as I could to avoidthe contact.”Go on honey. Take hold of Daddy’s dick. You girls all like playing withdicks don’t you. Be a good girl now for Daddy and he’ll let you take itout 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 agirl to him. A girl he was going to have. I thought I’ve got to stopthis, he’s lost it. “DAD! STOP. Stop it right now. I’m your son. Ifyou don’t stop I’ll tell,” I yelled.He stopped. But it was only long enough to plant a resounding slap acrossmy face.”You little faggot. 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 indresses for school. Maybe your Grandparents will accept you as theregrand-daughter. Maybe your Mother wants another Daughter, huh? You wantto find out? Now shut the hell up and take my dick out. Make Daddy happyor 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 andfreed his dick to pop to attention. I had hardly got it freed when hepushed my head down into his lap. “Now suck Daddy. Suck him, good,” hesaid as he pressed my head down and his dick entered my mouth. I resignedmyself to this fate and I sucked. I sucked as he push my head down over itfurther. When he pulled my head back I used my tongue inside my mouth totickle the head of his dick.In my current position I was rolled to one side bent over with my head inhis lap. His one hand holding me by my ponytail guided my mouth over hisengorged dick my teeth lightly holding his dick from popping out of mymouth as the ridge in it’s head pulled back. It was then I felt his otherhand down the back of my panties as his finger sought my hole between thesoft cheeks of my ass. It was funny. I wasn’t thinking about his invasionof my ass but rather, gee I hold he doesn’t tear my panties. His fingerfound 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 gentlybegan to massage them as I sucked.”You little faggot whore. This isn’t the first dick you’ve had in yourmouth. You should be giving lessons in cock sucking. Here Daddy though hewas going to get a virgin hole and you went and gave it to someone else.Well that’s OK little girl cause now Daddy’s going to let you feel it whena Man gives it to you.”With that he pulled my head up off his dick and pushed me back onto hisbed. Holding both my hands in one of his he stretched my arms up over myhead pinning them to the bed. He then reach down with his other hand andpulled my bra up to expose my nipples. Next he was under my skirt rippingmy panties down off my bum. I had resigned myself to my fate and offerlittle resistance to him. I even raised my butt up enough to let mypanties slide down without tearing.Then he reached across me to the night stand and with his fingers full ofVasoline smeared it on my opening running his finger into me. I jumped ashis intrusion of my body. I still don’t know if he had the Vasoline therewith this planned or if it might have been a regular fixture on there nightstand for other uses.”Now you want to be a girl, do you? Well you must like the boys stickingit up you so now Daddy will show you a real fucking,” He said as hepositioned himself between my legs and lifted each of them up to rest overhis shoulder. The position fully exposed my bum and pussy hole to hismanhood.He leaned down into me still holding my arms above my head. His mouthsought out my nipples as he sucked them and bit them gently. I couldn’thelp myself I was getting turned on by my own Dad. I squirmed as he suckedand 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 inyou, 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 Iwas feeling.My silence was broken as tears welled in my eyes. Finally attention fromDad. Maybe not the attention I had originally desired but if this is whatit 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, doyou? Let me hear you?”Almost shouting I said, “YES YES DADDY I WANT YOU IN ME. I WANT YOU TO FUCKME!”I tried to slide down from his grip to impale myself on his dick as itteased the opening of my bum. Just as I did so he pushed himself up on meand his dick popped into me and continued to slide deep to the recesses ofmy bum hole.I screamed, “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH.” But it wasn’t in pain. It was in purepleasure of feeling his dick penetrate me and slid easily up to touch me inthat secret spot. He was plunging in and out of me in a slow methodicalrhythm and I was attempting to meet his every thrust with a thrust of myown.”Oh Oh Daddy yesss yessss. Oh Daddy fuck me fuck me Daddy,” I cried astears rolled down my cheeks. Tears of joy, not of pain.Dad just grunted and increased the tempo and drove into me. My dick wastrapped between our bellies and every thrust felt as if it were going tobring it to climax. I was trying to hold back. I couldn’t cum on Dad. Icould hold it back no longer I felt it building to a head and I could feelit coming up the short shaft. Just then Dad dove really deep into megrabbing me by the hips and pressing me against him as his dick bottomedout inside me. It was then, I swear, I could felt his cum swelling hisdick inside me as it traversed his shaft and filled my bottom like anenema.I came between us and Dad appeared oblivious to what I had done as he fellon top of me. My legs slide off his shoulders and wrapped around his waistas I locked my ankles behind his back trapping his manhood inside me. Hewas breathing so hard, I thought maybe he was having a heart attack.Geeze, what a thought. Headlines, “Dad dies while screwing transvestiteson.”Dad, Dad! Are you OK. Dad let me up please,” I pleaded. He groaned andlifted himself and in doing so pulled his dick from within me. His cumcame out of my ass as if a dam had burst. I sighed as I felt the cum rundown over my thighs. Oh Gosh, my skirt and slip I thought as raised myselfup 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 upout 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 andteased. And yes I did like doing it with you.” I confessed. Oh look myskirt and slip are ruined.”Dad just looked as he took klenex from the night stand and wiped my cumfrom 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 thinkabout 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 andslip up left his room to return to being Bob.

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