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A Sister's Revenge Ch. 01

By: Johnboy9



This is a revised version of the "Sister's Revenge" story. I am only doing this because in coming back to this site after so many years away, after having originally written the first series, I feel my story-telling has gotten much better, at least in my ability to write it down, and much less cruel, as the way I feel about my life has become more peaceful as well. These versions will show a toned-down style of writing and presentation, although I will keep the story-line, theme and plot pretty much the same.

I have redone the dialogue as well to make better and/or more sense in certain parts of the story, but again, the story will remain pretty much the same.

I will hopefully redo one or some of my other stories too, and I also have a new story on the back burner. But since I only have the first chapter done on that and want to get this task completed before I started on that chore, I'm going to hold off putting that out until I get closer to finishing what I have started to accomplish here.

I hope you all enjoy the rewrite, and please, send any and all feedback you wish. I appreciate any and all I can get. Especially if, this time, you want to compare the two stories side by side, so to speak.

Again, please, no one allowed under 18 years of age. 

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"Mom, Mom," Michael cried out. "Help me!"

Mary turned her head toward her son's cries only to then hear Melissa scream, "Get out of here, you pervert!"

Mary hurried down the hall to her daughter's room where she found Michael dashing past her, followed closely by a flying hair brush.

"Damn you anyway," Melissa screamed at her hastily retreating brother. "If I ever catch you in my room again, I'll...I'll...aaaiiiee!!! God, I hate you!" 

Coming to her daughter's room, Mary hesitantly peered her head around the corner of the bedroom door, checking to see if it was safe yet to enter. There she could partially see the half-naked body of her nineteen year-old daughter trying to hide from view by crouching down in her closet. As she moved in closer, Mary could see that Melissa was wearing only her bra and panties and was about to fling a hand mirror at Michael if he had dared return.

"What seems to be the problem here?" She asked Melissa with some concern.

"That fucking asshole over there..." Melissa started to scream.

"Don't use that tone with me, Missy, and watch your tongue," Mary warned her daughter. "Now, tell me what the problem is, young lady. And I'm right here, there's no need to scream." 

"Mother, that little creep...hid under my bed and watched me while I undressed!" Melissa told her Mother. "He was spying on me!"

'Damn that boy!' Mary thought wryly. 'His wild, unruly ways will be the death of me yet!'

Mary really didn't know what she was going to do about Michael. He'd always been such a nice, polite boy. But since his Father died last year he'd started getting mouthy and sullen, though he was still basically a good boy at heart. He was just going through a bad time. 

The real trouble started once the Bailey family moved in across the street. When Michael started hanging out with their even more uncouth twin boys, she had slowly begun to lose even more control over her son. After today's episode, Mary began to worry she may have lost him forever.

It had started slowly, with little 'boys will be boys' things that finally culminated to his near expulsion from school last month. The event that took things out of the realm of innocent boyish fun was the time when the boys had run naked through the girls' locker room. 

While there, one of the Bailey twins attempted to rape one of the girls as the other held her down. Michael didn't participate, but he stood by watching as those two animals had their way with the poor girl, making her son just as culpable as the twins, Mary knew. 

Mary could still remember the image burned into her brain of the scene of her husband's untimely death when she'd found out he'd died while making love with another man's wife. And just a month after Jim's death, his oldest brother tried to force her into bed with him -- while his wife was in the next room! 

Within six months, both his brothers and even his Father had tried to force her to do the same. She had therefore come to the conclusion that all the Franklin men were doomed to such a fate and that one day her son would also be forced down such a path. Now it seemed that day had finally arrived. 

Mary had never told the children of their father's darker side, not having the heart to hurt the memory of her loving husband. For one thing about Jim, despite his faults, he had been a very loving and caring father, caring deeply for both children, loving Melissa and Michael very much. 

But now, without Jim's presence around to help guide Michael through manhood properly, something else would have to be done soon, or he would be lost from her forever.

"Calm down, dear. Michael is just acting like a boy," She tried to explain, though with little conviction.

"But Mother, he's 18 years old, almost 19!" Melissa complained. "He's not that little a boy anymore! It's about time he started acting like a responsible adult!"

Mary knew she was right, but didn't know what to do.

"Don't worry, honey. I'll take care of his ass, but good!"

"Hrrrmph!" Melissa challenged. "For all the good that ever does!"

"I'm sorry, dear," Mary told Melissa sincerely. "But until you can come up with a better plan, that's the only approach to his bad behavior I know of."

Melissa had taken all the crap from her brother that she was going to take. She knew her Mother wouldn't do anything except spank Michael a little, but Melissa was really pissed and this time it was war! Once she came up with a plan of attack, Melissa was going to fuck Michael's life up real good!

Later that night Mary had Michael lay across the bed where she strapped him good with a belt, just as Melissa knew she would do. And even though it did cause him some pain, she felt it still did nothing to address the wrong he'd done her. But Melissa let it pass, acting as if everything had been forgiven, for she knew that the score would soon be settled once she had her plan all laid out.

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Two weeks later, Melissa had still not been able to come up with a plan to wreak the kind of havoc on Michael's life she felt he deserved for the number of childish pranks he had played on her over the years, and she had been giving it almost all her due consideration during that time. Finally, just for the hell of it, Melissa decided to see if the computer could be of any help. Not having one at home, she used the one at the public library. Not knowing just how to broach the subject, she just typed the word 'punishments' into the search bar and clicked search. When she came to the link 'types of punishment' she clicked onto that and found a myriad of offerings, most of which were too violent or fatal, until she came to one that shook her to her senses quick.

'What's this', she wondered. 'Petticoat punishment?'

Curiosity peaked, she continued reading about how mothers sometimes punished their unruly children by forcing them to wear the clothing of the opposite gender, usually their sons being forced to wear girl's clothing, until they changed their disgraceful ways.

'My God,' Melissa thought, her spirits lifting for the first time in weeks as she pictured her younger brother prancing about the house wearing a dress and high heels with full make-up. 'What a sight that would be,' she imagined, 'and just the right kind of punishment for that creep too!' 

As she continued to picture her brother forced into such a situation, Melissa felt her nipples begin to tingle and her pussy begin to drool as she realized this was exactly what she wanted to do to Michael to exact her revenge. 'Oooohhh, yes,' she thought. 'I am going to have such fun with that dork!'

As she left the library however, Melissa realized that there was no way her Mother would agree with her plan to dress Michael up in girl's clothes even if she felt the idea was sound, simply because she wouldn't want to humiliate him by making him go to school like that, and besides that, she might even disagree with her notion that it was a good idea in the first place.

So somehow, Melissa realized, she had to find a way to make it so that Michael not only had to wear girl's clothes, but that both he and their Mother would want him to wear the clothes. 'God,' she thought, as another thrilling feeling of intense desire washed over her, 'If I could only get that to happen, I would be the happiest woman in the world! But how...how can I ever get that to happen?'

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Two days after her discovery in the library, Melissa was watching morning television talk shows when one came on about she-male prostitutes. Up until this time, Melissa had barely been paying attention, but since her dorky brother was in school and her Mother was at work, she had the house to herself and quickly began to pay close attention to the set, not quite sure why, but for some reason feeling this show had something important to tell her. 

Once the show was over, Melissa had the answer to the question that had been plaguing her since she'd figured out what to do with her little brother. She was actually going to turn him into a real girl and now she knew just how to do it! Female hormones!! And she had just figured out a plan to get some.

Going to her Mother's pharmacist, she explained, "My Mother's at work today, but she asked me to pick up another pack of her birth control pills. She said she accidentally dropped hers into the toilet bowl last night when she took hers, and was hoping to get another pack to replace it."

"I don't see any problem with that," the pharmacist replied. "Her insurance company allows refills for accidents like that. There you go."

At that, Melissa went to the pharmacy she used for her prescriptions which was down the street from the one her Mother used and, giving the same excuse to this pharmacist, got a refill of her own birth control pills, and then returned home.

At this point, Melissa knew that for this to work, she had to start being really nice to Michael. Not overly so or it would seem too suspicious, but just enough to catch him off guard and make him unaware that anything untoward was going on.

From the show, she'd learned that Michael should take the pills two times daily, but the prescriptions said three times daily. So Melissa started helping her Mother make the meals and occasional snacks, adding crushed powdered estrogen when she wasn't observed to the foods Michael was eating in order to get him to ingest the female hormones needed to proceed with her plan. She smiled wickedly as she realized how that was going to lead to his downfall. 

While she watched him down the meals she helped bake for him, she watched as it all just went straight down his throat into his stomach. And every time Michael would eat a dish full of hormones, he would wash it down with a hormone-laced drink of chocolate milk while Melissa would go and mark it down on her calendar with a fresh spasm in her pussy.

Well into the second month of her plan, Melissa almost lost her nerve. Michael had come into the living room after his nightly shower in just a pair of cut-offs, carrying the T-shirt he was about to put on. Melissa was studying and Mary was reading the paper. 

Just as Mary looked up from the paper, Michael was reaching up to pull his T-shirt on over his head. Caught with his arms still raised and his shirt still above his head, Mary thought she noticed a swelling of his chest and called him over to take a closer look at him, poking and prodding around the swelling she found. 

"Hey!" Michael shouted, as he jumped back. "Take it easy, Mom. I'm not a side of beef, you know."

"I'm sorry, dear," She told him. "Did you hurt yourself? It looks as if your whole chest is swollen."

"I got taken down pretty hard in a wrestling match a couple days ago, and I'm still smarting from it," He explained, pulling down his shirt to cover himself up. "I'll be okay."

At that, Mary let it be and went back to reading the paper while Melissa continued her studying, letting out a sigh of relief along with a broad, evil smile. She knew the real reason why Michael's chest was so sore and why it was so swollen and was happy he had found a different reason for the swelling's appearance. She also knew that in the next two or three weeks his swelling would really start to show even moreso than it did now.

That night in bed, Michael started rubbing his sore chest, hoping that it would help ease the pain some. It did help a little, but even more than that, Michael found as he rubbed his nipples, that he got a whopper of a hard-on. And the more he rubbed, the hotter he got until finally he had to grab a dirty sock to beat off in. And what an orgasm he had. Laying there in the afterglow of it, he completely forgot about the pain in his chest.

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"Melissa dear," Mary called, getting up from the kitchen table and moving directly to the sliding doors. "Would you come in here, please?"

Melissa came into the kitchen and started to sit down, but Mary motioned her to come to the door with her instead.

"Tell me if I'm seeing things, but has your brother's chest gotten even bigger in the past couple of weeks?"

Melissa knew she couldn't put this off any longer, so she asked her mother to sit back down at the table.

After Mary was seated, Melissa started, "Mother, do you remember several weeks ago, when Michael hid in my room and watched me undress?"

"Yes, but what has that got to do with your brother's chest?" Mary asked.

"Well, a lot, actually. You see, that wasn't the first time he did that, though it was the first time I'd gotten down to my underwear before catching him. And one of the girls at the club caught him hiding in the cabana the month before," Melissa explained. "Trying to look at her tits. Oh Mother, I just didn't want him spying on me or anyone else anymore, so I figured if he got a little taste of his own medicine..."

"Oh God, Melissa, what have you done to him?" Mary asked

"Mother, do you remember telling me that day you went to spank Michael, that if I could come up with a better plan for punishing him, I should? Well, I thought it over and decided that if Michael had to put up with people staring at 'his' chest, then maybe he would see how embarrassing it is and stop doing it himself."

"MELISSA! What did you do to your brother?!" Mary demanded.

"I (sob), I (sob), I've been giving him hormones," she finally got out, breaking down in sobbing tears.

"My God, Melissa, whatever possessed you to think up such a bizarre plan as growing tits on your brother?" Mary asked.

Pulling herself together, Melissa explained the petticoat punishment site she visited on the library computer and then how she watched the she males explain their lifestyles on the morning television show, and how they had become women and grown to enjoy their lives as women. 

"You've got to remember, Melissa, those men chose that lifestyle for themselves," Mary replied. "And anyway, where did you get the hormones to feed him?"

Melissa explained how she got the pills and that they had not cost them any money.

Inside Mary was angry with her daughter, but the more she thought on it, the more it occurred to her that this could be the cure to the Franklin curse! 

"What did you plan on doing after Michael's tits appeared, Melissa?" Mary asked.

"Well, everything I've read and heard all say that a transvestite or transsexual, that's what they call people like what Michael is turning into, anyway, they say they should start wearing the clothes of the opposite sex right away," Melissa started. "So I was planning on wrestling Michael to the ground and smacking him around a bit to get him to strap on a bra for a couple days."

Mary actually got a chuckle at the mental image of her daughter wrestling her son to the ground, both of them in skirts, panties, bras, stockings and heels, and realized she might actually have been able to do it -- especially if she gave his tits a good hard pinch after she had him down. Oh, but she shivered lustily as she pictured the scenario.

"No Melissa. Despite the pleasure you would get out of that, it would be short-lived at best, because he would rebel the first chance he got after such treatment. No, that would never do," Mary told her, her breathing starting to come in shallow pants. "In order to make your plan work for the long haul, you must get Michael to want to choose to wear female clothing, either by desire, necessity, or fear.

Mary decided that this was a good time to tell Melissa the true story behind her Father's death and her thoughts on the curse on the Franklin family. When she'd finished, she expressed her concerns regarding Michael and his recent actions toward women.

"Although your plan has merit, Melissa, you should never give medication to some one without a doctor's okay -- you'll never know whether or not that person might actually be severely allergic to that medication and possibly die from taking it," Mary warned. "That's for future warning, however, since, apparently, Michael has handled this drug well. What we need to do now is finish what you've started since he's so far along now, it's too late to turn back at this point. And as I say, this may be the answer we've been looking for to end the Franklin curse, here and now!

"The most important thing for you to remember, Melissa, is that from this point on you must not tease Michael during his development. You want him to become a better-behaved, model citizen as a girl, not a girlish copy of who he is now. And to make his new girly-self respectful to others, you must treat her respectfully, so she begins to understand what is expected of her. 

"Her friendships will include only the nicest of people - no hooligans this time, and we will have complete control over that area of his life. Also, we will discipline him whenever he misbehaves, and yes, we will have much fun when we do this. After all, payback is a bitch, right? Now, I have an idea forming in the back of my head to get him started wearing girlish clothing. Tell me, did you finish his wash yet?"

"Yes, I did."

"Okay then, I want you to take everything up to your brother's room except for his underwear and white T-shirts and bring all his new dirty whites back with you when you return."

While Melissa went about her task, Mary went to the garage to get a large plastic bucket. Back in the kitchen, Mary placed all of Michael's underwear and T-shirts Melissa had returned with into the bucket and then added a complete bottle of bleach. 

"I think we'll start Michael in panties tonight, so find a couple pairs you've started to outgrow," Mary told her daughter. "Oh, and see if you can find the pink ones, they are just so feminine"

Melissa smiled at her Mother, knowing just the pair she was speaking of. She went to get them. As she'd done so, Mary looked out the door and saw Michael finishing up the lawn. She could see the beads of sweat rolling down his chest, some collecting in the hairs between the two conical mounds of flesh, the rest finding their way to the tips of his hardened nipples from where they dripped off. 

As she was trying to figure out how she could get him to shave those hairs off, she noticed that just watching her boy like this had made her cunt wet, very wet.

Now that Mary knew the whole "scoop", she could see other, more subtle changes that had taken place in his body. For one thing, Michael had always had a slim waist, and though that hadn't changed yet, his hips definitely looked larger, broader perhaps. Mary could tell that Michael would soon have a well developed ass, one all the boys would drool over and pinch black and blue if they got close enough and brave enough, which she was sure they would. The braver ones, she could imagine, would even enjoy smacking those jelly-rolls soundly given half a chance. And those additional images caused her cunt to grow even wetter, much, much wetter.


A Sister's Revenge Ch. 01



It was also clear to Mary that she would have to get one of the local boys to start mowing the lawn from now on. By next weekend Michael wouldn't be able to strut around the neighborhood without a top on, unless he wanted to be picked up for indecent exposure, that is! 

The thought of him walking around town trying to hide C or D-cup sized tits from the public, or wearing a wonder bra with it's uplift ability greatly enhancing the small cones he currently has. 

Then picturing all the lusty boys trailing after him down the street wanting only one thing from the girly-boy. That thought alone was enough to finally throw Mary over the edge into a full-blown, earth-shattering orgasm as she sat there at the kitchen table. 

Then, while trying to catch her breath, Mary continued watching Michael as he unwittingly shook his tits while finishing up the yard work, causing her minds-eye to run amok with wild imaginings about what else she wanted to do with her boy. 

Finally, Mary was forced to take a deep breath to get control of herself. She was finding it oddly difficult to remain aloof and in control of her emotions and senses, but Mary knew in her heart she could not be cruel to the boy to get him to change his ways and accept what she and Melissa were going to put Michael through. 

It was just she got so turned on thinking about what was coming up for her boy. It was all she could do to keep herself from stripping him down, dressing him up in pretty little girly frills, making up his face and sending him out to greet the world just to alleviate the pressure that was building up from the anticipation of it all.

She tried to take her mind off all those awful things by concentrating on all the planning she had to do for the coming week, and that tonight would definitely set the tone for the weeks to come. Tonight she would lay the groundwork for Michael's transition, knowing she had to remain firm, with no backing down.

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Meanwhile, a blissfully ignorant Michael was taking a shower to clean himself of the sweat and grime from the chore of mowing the lawn. As he stood under the shower head, he let the water spray over his body. 

Over the past few weeks he'd really begun to enjoy the sensations he got when the spray hit his nipples. They were so intense that within two to three minutes he would get a raging hard-on sprouting up between his legs. 

Lately though, he noticed that the old iron rod wasn't getting as hard as it used to get. It was almost more like a half-strength water hose. Stranger still, his orgasms seemed to get more intense as his dick got limper, or at least less solid.

While Michael grabbed his dick with his right hand and slowly began kneading it's head, his left hand moved over his right nipple. Not even conscious of doing so, Michael started rolling and pinching his now enlarged nipple between thumb and forefinger. 

He could only keep up this double stimulation for so long before he was finally forced to lean against the shower wall and shoot his seed onto the floor.

When Michael first started jerking off, the pleasure of his orgasm started at the head of his cock, then moved down his dick to his balls and quickly faded. But for the past week or so, Michael noticed that the pleasure of his orgasm moved from the head of his dick to the base of his cock. 

Then instead of fading at his balls, it seemed to radiate from his crotch to his chest and then throughout his whole being. From there it seemed to create an implosion of some sort that then spread out, basking his entire body in a warm, soft bath of inner sunlight.

Sitting on the shower floor as he soaked in the overwhelming sensations of his "inner" orgasm, Michael realized the water was starting to get cold. He got up and washed off all the sweat and cum from his body. As he washed his cock to clean off the sticky cum, he suddenly recalled that the spraying of his cum had changed lately as well. 

'My cum used to shoot out a foot or two,' he remembered. 'Far enough at least so that none of it ever landed on me before, unless I pointed it at me. Now it only drools out the end and slimes my hand, rod and balls really gross-like.'

While Michael was engaging in his solo sex act, Mary was in the living room putting together the final touches needed to bring the plans together for tonight.

"Remember Melissa," Mary reminded. "When I get your brother out here, I don't want you making fun of him. Is that understood?"

Melissa acknowledged her Mother's instructions and went back to her studies. With only a week of school left, she was glad her Mother was taking over the Michael's transformation. 

She knew she would have a hard time getting the next supply of hormones because she'd used the same packet of pills-down-the-toilet-accident with her own pharmacist this past month and didn't figure either pharmacist would accept that excuse again so soon after the previous disasters. Thus, she was happy to watch from the sidelines as her mother took charge, knowing that the end results would be the same. 

The two women were sitting in the living room when Michael stormed in, a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

"Where are my clothes!" He questioned loudly.

" Mr. Franklin, I won't have you shouting at me," Mary told her son in a very indignant tone. "And you know I do not permit anyone to walk around this house in just a bath towel!" 

"I, I'm sorry...Mom," Michael stammered, behaving much more contritely. "But there are no clean underwear in my drawers. I need them to wear for sleeping tonight."

"I'm aware of that," Mary said. "And was going to mention it, but forgot. Your shorts and T-shirts were so very stained, your sister had to bleach them a second time before she again washed them, again a second time. Now, the next time I find your things that stained and dirty, I'll make you clean them yourself, and by hand, if necessary. Is that understood?!"

"Yes, Mother," he replied sheepishly. "I understand"

"Now," Mary ordered. "Go, I'm sure you'll find a clean, white T-shirt. Put that on and I'll go find you some underwear to wear." 

"Yes, Mother," Michael said as he hurried back to his room. There he searched all through his dresser looking for a white T-shirt. He knew his Mother was a nut when it came to wearing clean clothes to bed. It was one of the few quirks she was crazy about.

Not finding anything but one of his old tie-died T-shirts, he went ahead and pulled it on over his head. He knew it wasn't what his Mother wanted, but it was clean and was definitely better than not having a shirt on at all, right?

When Mary entered her son's room, she knew he wouldn't be in a white T-shirt because there were none. Having planned this moment all afternoon, Mary stood there and simply stared a hole through Michael.

"I thought I told you to put on a clean white T-shirt!" She said tensely. "Is that a white T-shirt, or is it you've suddenly become deaf overnight?"

"I, I couldn't find a white one, Mom," He tried to explain.

Mary tossed the pair of pink panties at Michael. "Take that thing off and put these on," She ordered as she stomped out of the room.

Mary returned a few minutes later to find Michael sitting on his bed with a towel across his lap. Next to him was the tie-died shirt and pair of panties Mary had given him.

"Well, what's the hold up, Michael?" She inquired.

"Mom, uh, these are, uh, I mean..." He stammered.

"What, Michael," She interrupted. "Too small? They shouldn't be. The wrong color -- you don't like the color? Is that it? What? What is it, dear?"

"Mother," Michael finally got out. "These...these...these are panties, Mother."

"So," Mary insisted. "And? They're just underwear. Okay, usually worn by girls, but you don't have any underwear to wear, and these are available right now and are of a size that will fit. So put them on. No one will know or see except us, and we won't be telling anyone."

"But, but Mo..."

"Listen, I told you to put those panties on and I do mean now!"

Immediately her child stood to do her bidding. Mary was nearly drooling as she watched her son stand and turn away, and then, looking hopefully for a reprieve from this indignity, Michael blushingly turned slightly back to her, staring up at her with doleful, puppy dog eyes. 

Seeing that hurt look, Mary almost gave in. But Michael put himself in which unwittingly caused his body to turn a side profile to her and gave Mary a nice view of his cock which she saw swell into steel hardness after he had the pink nylon ruffled panties pulled up his legs and tightly encased around his newly widened hips and sexy ass.

Seeing the rigid shaft of his cock so impudently poking the front of his panties out from the front of his groin, Mary said, "Michael dear, I'm going to go find a shirt for you now."

Then, pointing at his cock, she added, "Before I come back, however, I want you to take care of that little problem there in those nice undies. It completely destroys the line off the dear things. Once its out of the way, tuck yourself down between your legs to make yourself more ladylike and presentable, and after you put the shirt on, we'll continue onward from there. Now, do as I say." And at that she left his room, leaving the boy staring after her in open-mouthed wonder.

But Michael thought she did have a point, though. He was really horny, as his cock was really a testament to, and it really did mess up the look of this really pretty pair of undies, that's for sure. So, removing his panties, he took his problem in hand and, adding some spit for lubrication, he began jacking on it up and down, imagining himself in the panties he'd had on, and wondering what he'd look like wearing even more girlish things. 

After not even more that 6-8 jerks on his shaft, Michael started to shoot ropes of cum from the slit in the head of the rod, the white strings reaching out inches above the knuckles of his jerking hand and falling back down to drool through them to coat his hand and softening shaft.

Cleaning himself up, he pulled his panties back on up his legs, pushed his now much smaller cock down between his thighs and pulled the panties up to cover his nice sexy ass, now exposing a much nicer feminine front.

At that moment, his mother walked in. "Oh yes, dear," she said praising the boy. "That's definitely much nicer looking. Don't you think?"

"Yes Mother," Michael said. "You were right. I think I look much nicer like this."

'Yes,' Mary thought as she looked at the pretty pink lace panties clinging to her son's hips and girlish ass, and saw how his thighs hugged his cock in such an endearing manner, and in doing so, nearly peed in her pants. 'Any girl alive would kill to wear those panties, with their excessive lace, lace trim and little red bows on the sides. If I was looking for something ultra-feminine at a store, I couldn't have found anything better than this.'

"Yes, yes yes, those fit you to a tee," She observed with a lusty choke. "Now, here's the top that goes with it. Here, put it on. It matches the panties you're wearing."

With that she tossed Michael a pink satin camisole to wear. He looked at the top and then back at his Mother.

"But Mother, " He said. "These things are pink. You said my night clothes had to be white or else I couldn't wear them. Why can I wear these and not my tie-die shirt?"

"Dear, dear, don't be so stupid? My goodness, I have raised my boy to be such a blond now, or is he only having a blond moment," Mary taunted. "That's okay, darling. At least your dressed the part now, tee, hee."

"Mother, please," Michael moaned. "Please don't tease. Wearing these clothes is bad enough, even if they feel nice -- oh shit, did I just say that? Shit!"

"I'm sorry, my little girl, I mean boy, tee, hee." Mary said, pretending she didn't hear what her dear boy just admitted.. "Darling, have you never heard of color-fast clothing?"

"Uh, um...well no" Michael admitted.

"The clothing you're wearing is made of color-fast material so it will stay on the material. Your T-shirt is not and the dies would probably get all over you and the sheets while you sleep."

"But Mom, these are a, all g-girls' clothes," He said.

"Yes, dear, and I'm sorry about that, but you are totally to blame for that, are you not? Your clothes will be cleaned and ready to be worn soon, but until then, you will wear what I tell you to wear and when I tell you to wear it," Mary answered in a firm but concerned voice. "Is that clear, Mr. Franklin?"

Michael hung his head and whimpered, "Yes Mother, but I just know that Melissa is going to make fun of me." 

"You just wear those clothes like I asked and let me worry about your sister."

After that discussion Mary led her now obedient but still confused son from his room toward the living room as it was still too early to go to bed yet. On the way they passed Melissa's room. Stepping inside for a moment, Mary returned with a satin lavender-colored flowery house coat belonging to her and handed it to Michael.

Giving his mother a curious look, he was about to say something, but then simply looked down, shrugged, took the robe and slipped into it, feeling a shiver of delight as the satin slipped over his nerve-wracked body. 

Uncomprehendingly, as if just out of the blue, the boy began feeling more and more of these unknown pleasures. Suddenly it seemed, the clothes he'd been made to put on were playing havoc with his suddenly awakened, sensitized nerve endings, causing Michael to feel almost completely girlish. 

Then, as the satin robe slid sumptuously (yes, he was really feeling that way!) down his body, he truly felt every rich, sensuous inch of the sheer cool satin, felt all of it as it so effortlessly carried the boy off into a most pleasurable, dreamy, land of Shangri-la. A land from where he hoped he'd never have to return.

Unknowingly Michael stopped walking half way to the living room which caused Mary to look over to him with a worried look, hoping she hadn't pushed him too far too soon. However, she saw him smiling in contentment as Michael had apparently allowed the feelings he received from wearing his new clothes to overwhelm him with pleasurable sensations and realized that this had created a state of infatuation of a sort in Michael who seemed to be falling in love with his new clothing. Sensing this, Mary was suddenly even more pleased with her daughter's plan to feminize her brother, and her son.

Mary awoke her son from his dazed condition with a gentle pat on the rear and said, "Com on dear, its getting late. Besides, don't you want your sister to see how sweet you look in your new clothes?"

Michael started to ask why he wanted her to see him in this outfit, and why she would want to expose him to this kind of torture, but knowing better, said nothing. Mary smiled down at her sexily dressed son, smiled gently and led him into the living room where his sister, watching television, was just about to get a snack for herself.

Melissa looked up and smiled a caring smile at her brother who was as red as a beet and thought about how justice sometimes really happens and how vengeance is soooo cool when it finally takes shape. Knowing how embarrassed he was though, she did want to ease Michael's pain a little. 

After all, he was going to be in these clothes for a very long time, much longer, it appeared, than she had originally planned, so the jerk better learn to appreciate his new life. Still, just knowing she was responsible for his feminization made Melissa gush between her legs. 

"Would you like some cake, Michael," she asked her brother. "I made your favorite, Devils Food cake with double fudge icing and was about to get some myself." 

"Thank you," he replied in a small voice, wondering why she wasn't razzing him because of his clothes.

Melissa fixed Michael a large glass of milk to go with his cake, making sure he got his evening's hormone dosage. And true to his nature, Michael saved the milk for last and drank it down in one gulp.

During the rest of the evening, Mary and Melissa engaged in small talk while Michael sat quietly watching TV. His eyes were glued to the set, but his mind was battling over the torrent of emotions he was experiencing because of the pleasures derived from wearing the silky nylon and satin. One side of his mind was telling him he was a boy and boys don't wear soft, silky things unless they're sissies. And most especially they don't enjoy wearing them like he was. But the side of him enjoying the feel of the materials won out and just said to relax and simply enjoy the nice feelings.

Michael finally agreed and decided not to worry about it. Besides it would all be over in the morning when his clothes were back from the wash.

When the news came on, Mary told her two kids it was past their bedtime. As Michael stood up, Mary saw the tented nylon over her son's crotch. She knew he would be masturbating within minutes of turning out the lights. 

"Michael, I'll be in later to tuck you in."

Michael acknowledged his Mother's statement and followed his sister down the hall. When Melissa got to her room, she turned to Michael and smiled.

"Mike, I want you to know something," she said as she took hold of his hands. "I know that you aren't happy about having to wear my girlish things, and you think they make you look like a sissy, but still, I just wanted to say that I think you look very nice, even sexy, tonight."

Michael heard the sincerity in her voice and knew she wasn't making fun of him, though, at the same time, wondered why she might feel that way about him..

"Thank you, Melissa, I needed that," he replied, then, indicating his new clothes, "It's not that bad, I guess. I mean, your clothes and all...wearing them, I mean. I guess I do kinda like the way they feel, I mean."

Melissa gave her brother a sincere smile, then reached over and gave him a big hug, patting him on the ass possessively a couple of times as she did so. While doing so she felt their bosom pressing together as well. Remembering this was her doing and the sensations she was feeling from the pressing together of their firm fleshy orbs, continued sending Melissa's juices flowing unchecked down her legs.

At that, she gave him a final parting kiss on the cheek and added, "And I want you to know now, if you ever want to borrow anything of mine to wear, go right ahead. I don't mind at all." 

"Uh, gee, uh, thanks, I guess," Michael said with a blush, confused again by the riotous feelings shooting through him that were brought about by Melissa's statement. Before he had a chance to leave, the girl gave him a sexy wink, turned and left the puzzled boy standing there. Finally he turned to go into his room. 

Going over the knowledge she'd gained hearing Michael's revelation that he was starting to enjoy wearing her clothes, and probably any types of girl's clothes, no matter that he was forced into them, added a new dimension to this whole affair that excited Melissa even more

When the children had first gotten up to go to bed and had rounded the corner to go down the hall, Mary rose to follow them to their rooms. She knew Melissa would stay up awhile to read one of her romance novels. 

However, Mary wasn't interested in her daughter's antics. No, she wanted to watch and see how her son was going to take care of his sexual frustrations.

In his room, Michael found he was horny as a billy-goat! Deciding to jerk off, he got a clean sock out of his drawer and plopped down on his bed.

Before he had a chance, however, Mary knocked and immediately walked in and almost surprised her son in the act of masturbation. Luckily however, he hadn't gotten around to slipping his panties down just yet, so was able to sit up and slide over to look at his mother and ask, "Oh, hello Mother. Ready to tuck me in already? You usually give me a bit more time to get ready."




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"Well darling," Mary said. "I was going to wait a little while longer, like usual, but I wanted to give you this to wear along with your other undies so you wouldn't just be wearing your underwear to bed, and so I decided to do both and kill two birds with one stone, so to speak."

Then, taking her hand from behind her back, Mary handed Michael a very beautiful looking Black transparent silk Baby doll nightie. "I want you to put this on over you other clothes to wear to bed, sweetheart. They'll help you sleep better and keep you much more comfortable while you do."

"What is it, Mother?" Michel asked incredulously. "Are you sure this is necessary? I mean..."

"Yes, dear, I'm sure," Mary said almost commandingly. "Why are you always questioning me? Haven't you learned yet that I always know what's best for my little pumpkin? Have I ever steered you wrong, my little one, or given you any bad advice? No, I haven't, and you know it! So please, for once, will you just listen to me and do as I say...please?"

"Yes, Mother, I will," Michael answered contritely. "You're right, you've always known what's best for me, and I will try to remember that and not question your orders from now on. I'm really sorry, Mother."

After saying those words, Michael took the soft, silky nightie and slipped it over his head, and again shivered as he enjoyed the feeling of it slipping and sliding its way down over his body.

"Good boy, Michael," Mary cooed. "You look very nice in that outfit, really you do. If you had a bow in your hair, you would look cute beyond words."

"Oh geeze, Mother," Michael moaned as he tried to picture that image and was at least glad it was difficult to come up. "Puulleeezzz!"

"Well, trust me, honey," She said with a laugh as she rose to leave. "You really would, and I don't not being cruel when I say that either. After all, can't some boys be cute, or pretty? And tonight, you have become my pretty little son now, and you are becoming even prettier every day, aren't you?"

"Ah, gee whiz, Mother," Michael said, sinking his head into his pillow while tucking his knees under his stomach, unknowingly raising his cute, sexy ass high in the air. "Please, no more? Okay?"

"Okay, little darling," she said, patting and squeezing his butt for a short time before she walked from his room, closing his door. "Sweet dreams, precious one."could be heard from down the hall.

Finally, glad to be alone in his room at last, Michael turned over onto his back once more, raised his new and even more sensuous nightie up to his tits and began once again to pull his panties down to mid-thigh. Michael realized with slight amazement that he had enjoyed his Mother's teasing a little and didn't mind her insistence that he was becoming even more girlish with each passing moment, but he was really desperate to get himself off and was glad she'd finally left. 

He quickly pulled a sock over his fairly rigid cock and began stroking it rhythmically with his right hand. Then with his left he started fondling his rapidly growing breasts through the lace bordered bodice of the silk baby-doll nightie, so transparent that he could see the greatly enlarged size of his nipples showing through. Pinching and pulling at them greatly increased the sexual pleasures he was feeling. The increased intensity of those pleasures pushed him into his second and most powerful orgasm of the day. 

Thinking back to each of the items of apparel her son was made to put on and judging from his reactions after getting them on, Mary knew her son would soon be hooked on these new feminine feelings and desires. With a few careful nudges and well-timed prods from herself and Melissa, they would soon make Michael understand and accept this fact.

Satisfied that her son would in his feminine sleepwear and that he would soon be hopelessly lost in a world of feminine pleasures, Mary returned to watch the last of the news. 

Michael now lay in bed getting ready to drift off to sleep when he realized he needed to pee and pee badly. So off to the bathroom he went, and for the first time since he was a child, Michael sat down to pee. The realization of what he'd just done didn't hit him until he'd gotten back in bed and then all it did was muddle his thoughts a bit more then they already were, as the boy, once back in bed, fell asleep while mindlessly fondling his ever-growing tits through the gloriously soft and. luxuriously feeling clothes in which he was delightfully enmeshed. Ah, the dreams of that night...



A Sister's Revenge Ch. 02



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The next morning Melissa woke up early and dressed in her sweat suit. She and Michael used to jog several times a week before the Baileys moved in. She really missed their early morning jaunts, and decided that with the changes going on in Michael's life, he should start running with her again.

So as the dawn broke over Jupiter, Florida, Melissa shook her brother's shoulder.

"Hey, Michael! How about getting up and jogging with your ol' sister, eh?" she asked.

Michael stretched and tried to focus on the body standing in front of him and the words emanating from it's mouth. He had enjoyed a blissful night of sleep after his nocturnal fling with his fist and wasn't ready to be disturbed. However, once he realized it was his sister standing next to him, he listened more carefully to what she was saying.

Melissa asked him one more time to go jogging with her and he finally agreed, first asking her to leave the room so he could get dressed. It wasn't that he really minded his sister seeing him in his baby-doll outfit, but rather once again, he was sporting another fair-sized boner between his legs. After she'd left, he took the problem in hand and beat it into submission. Then he removed the nightie and pulled his sweat suit over his pink panties.

When Michael came into the kitchen, his sister had already drained a glass of orange juice and put out an estrogen-laced one for him as well as a freshly brewed cup of coffee for their Mother. Michael quickly drained his glass of juice and the two Franklin kids jogged off into the morning sun.

After about twenty minutes of jogging, Melissa looked at her brother and could tell he was wincing in pain with each step he took.

"Are you okay?" she asked him, turning back to attend her brother who had now stopped running.

"Well, now that you mention it, no, not really," he answered bluntly. "It feels like the skin is tearing off my chest with every step I take."

Shocking the boy, Melissa, without warning, reached into the top of his sweats and she began to gently fondle his expanding bosom for a couple seconds, noticing delightfully how his nipple grew into painful excitement. 'Ooohh, you go girl,' she thought. Squeezing and pulling on it gently, she inquired, "Does it start under your armpits and move out to your nipples" 

"Yes, how did you know?" Michael asked hoarsely with growing excitement, watching incredulously as his sister just seemed to be feeling him up right there in the middle of the sidewalk where anyone could see. He wanted to tell her to stop, but hell, it just felt so great, he couldn't...didn't know how. Besides, maybe she needed to do that to find out what was wrong.

"I could tell there," she replied, suddenly removing her hand as if nothing had happened. "by how girlishly excited you got when I massaged the flesh around your nipple. That might be something serious, Michael." "What do you mean, Melissa," Michael asked with concern. "Well, dear," she answered, "Let me show you." So quickly he had no idea she was going to do it, Michael watched as Melissa reach out and squeezed and pulled on both his still-excited nipples for about 5 seconds, causing his knees to buckle slightly and his body to fall into his sister's just a bit.

"See, Michael," Melissa continued after ceasing her manipulations. "Now if someone else were to do that same thing, say some buddy friend of yours in jest, and you reacted that same way to him, well, he would just know that you were so turned on to him that he could probably do just about anything to you he wanted, isn't that right, Michael? 

"In fact, I bet you are so horny right now from the fingering I've given your nipples that you can't wait to go home and jack off, can you? Huh, am I right, Michael?"

"Aw, geez, Melissa," Michael said looking down in embarrassment, knowing she was right. "Don't make me answer that."

"Okay, brother dear," she said. "You don't have to. Besides, there are other ways to find the answer to that question."

Suddenly, Melissa quickly lowered her palm to his groin. Looking up at her with a questioning look, Michael was once again nearly brought to his knees when she began to gently massage his cock and balls, which were so very hard and long at the time. 

"Mmmm," Melissa cooed. "Nice package, Michael."

Needing to rub it for only 15 seconds or so, she almost immediately brought her brother to a screaming climax, making him cum hard in his panties.

"Yes, yes, brother dear," she whispered into his ear. "This is a problem. Something has happened to make you willing to become a slut for anyone who touches you in just the right places. I almost bet that if I were a boy, you'd be ready to go down on me by now." 

Then, after stopping her actions and immediately becoming his concerned sister once more, Melissa turned to Michael and said, "But maybe we better turn back, you think?"

"Yeah sis," he said with a remorseful look, one that included forbidden desires that included wishes that Melissa had continued doing more to him, and ones that caused him to wonder woefully if she just might not be correct in her statements about his sluttish ways. "Yeah, I really think that's a good idea,". 

"No problem," Melissa said, gleefully watching the cum-stain on his panties start to show through to his sweat pants. "I'm sure Mother will know how to handle this situation and figure out just what to do about it. She's good that way."

Mary was sitting in the kitchen having her first cup of coffee when Melissa led Michael into the house. Mary knew something was up when she saw the way her son crossed his arms across his chest, as if trying to hold it up.

"What seems to be the problem?" she asked as they came over to her.

"Something's wrong with his chest, Mother," Melissa said.

"I can see that. What have you done to it, Michael?"

Michael went to his Mother's side and tried to explain, "I don't know, Mother. We were jogging when I started getting this pain, and now it hurts just to take a step."

"Well, let's take that top off and see what's going on here, honey," she told him.

Michael carefully removed the top of his sweats and showed Mary his chest, first where the pain had started in his armpits and then how it had run all the way down to the center of his chest, to his nipples.

Mary stood up and stepped behind her son, where she reached around him and cupped and massaging his forming breasts in her hands. Then she gently raised them up.

"How does that feel, dear?" she asked. 

"Uh, gee Mother, that feels a lot better. Actually, really good," he told her, as he couldn't help but fall back into her as his legs began to fail him. "Yes, mmm, the pain is pretty much all gone, now."

"Hmmm, just as I thought." Mary answered, trying to appear deep in thought.

Then, after removing her hands, she told both her children to take a bath and that she would take care of Michael's problem once he was ready to get dressed. Melissa got the shower first, and Mary told Michael he could take a bath in her bathroom. So he followed his Mother through her bedroom into her bathroom where she started his bath.

"I'd rather take a shower, Mother," Michael said.

"You'll take a bath this morning, young man, and that's that," Mary replied. "Besides, I think the spray hitting your chest might just smart a little."

Michael hadn't thought about that and was happy his Mother was so on the bean. He then asked what the blue powder was she'd just added to the water.

"That's Calgon Bath oil beads, dear," she explained. "It has a skin softener in it. It will be like taking a soak in Epsom salts to ease your body aches, only it'll smell much nicer."

As Mary turned to leave, she told Michael that she would put out a clean pair of panties for him to wear and that once he had them on he was to call her.

So when she had closed the door, Michael got undressed and slipped into the tub. He rarely took baths, and never used this Calgon stuff his Mother put in the water. But overall, the warm water did ease the sore muscles in his chest and felt really silky to sit in. 

Lying there in the tub, he saw how his bosom rose above the water level and it seemed to make him notice for the first time how his nipples looked much bigger than they'd ever appeared before. And it wasn't just the nipple that looked bigger, but the entire surrounding mound was much larger around as well. It must not have been so noticeable when he stood in the shower where they tended to droop more. 

As worried as he should have been over the fact that he was definitely growing a good-sized set of tits here, Michael instead closed his eyes tightly and lightly caressed both his swollen breasts just as his Mother and Melissa had done. Doing so allowed him to enjoy a surge of wonderful feelings created throughout his body. 

As he soaked, he heard his Mother go in and out of her room several times. After he'd been in the tub long enough, Michael got out, dried off and went into his Mother's room.

"Go ahead and put on those clean panties that are lying on the bed," she instructed from the hallway.

"Okay, Mom, they're on. Now what," he asked.

Mary came into the room and once again started pushing and prodding at Michael's swollen chest. He finally jumped back at one point and asked what she was trying to prove with all this probing.

"Michael dear," she began. "First of all. The problem you are having here is not a serious one. It is a fairly common medical condition in boys your age. This condition is called Gynecomastia and, it sometimes strikes boys as they start to go through puberty. That said, it is a bit strange for this ailment to have afflicted you at your advanced age, though it is not unheard of. 

"The usual ages of boys are 15 to 17. But, as I say, 18 is not unheard of. The outward signs of this condition are the same as those a woman experiences when she goes through her own puberty, that is, the growing of breasts, the widening of the hips, etc. 

"The reason I know so much about this ailment is because your Father went through this same thing when he was a boy and told me about the experiences and ordeals he encountered. Thus I know how to ease the pain you've been feeling, as well as take care of the swelling that has suddenly appeared. 

"Your problem is the same as his and we will attend to it just as his Mother did his. You will be happy to know that this condition is only temporary and will go away once you pass through puberty and have become a man in your own right."

Mary paused in her explanation to watch her son first take on a hot pink coloring of embarrassment and shame, and then gradually relax as Michael learned how his Father went through the same experiences and survived, and then saw how he relaxed even further when he heard that the condition was only temporary. 

She knew her story, although true in some parts, like about the ailment Gynecomastia, was pure poppycock in others, like the fact that it was what was ailing him, or when she mentioned his condition being only temporary, and spoke about his father having had this ailment. 

Of course she would make sure Michael's tits lasted him the rest of his life, but he didn't need to know that yet, and no, Jim hadn't had the ailment, but Michael would never know this as it would definitely be a part of their childhood that adults would never share with their children. 

Mary knew that Michael would most likely think and believe everything she told him. In that same vein, she also knew that Michael, through blind faith, knew she wouldn't lie to him, at least not knowingly, and that he trusted her enough to believe that she would not let anything bad happen to him. Thus she knew he would buy her explanation hook, line and sinker, and that knowledge brought a surge of wetness between her legs as she almost came realizing it.

"You see, Michael, Gynecomastia causes your body to collect water and fatty tissue around the mammary glands in your chest and buttocks. You'll need to take two of these pills with each meal to help reduce the swelling, plus you will need to wear one of your sister's bra's for a few days."

Michael's eyes got huge and Mary knew he was about to dig his heels in for a fight, so she continued apace:

"Wearing the bra will lift the weight of the swollen glands off of your sore chest, thus easing the pain you've been experiencing, and it will keep the tissues from stretching out of shape."

"I'll deal with the pain," Michael replied in an indignant tone. "And I don't care if they do stretch, Mother. I am not going to wear one of those, those stupid bras!" 

"Well, Mr. I don't care if my tits hurt me or if they hang down to my knees, Franklin," Mary spoke indignantly back at her son. "Go ahead, don't wear them, see what I care! But I can just picture you walking down the street sporting a massive pair of floppy tits for everyone to see!" 

Michael's look changed from one of absolute defiance to one of ashen shock. 'Could that really be true,' he wondered. 'Could that really happen to me? God, please don't let it be so! I couldn't go through life like that! God, I'd be known as the Titty Freak of Jupiter, Florida!'

"Michael," Mary continued sincerely. "I'm not trying to force you to wear this bra. It's just that I have known many people, even women, many firm breasted women, who chose to go bra-less because they thought they looked sexier that way.

"But because of that, they ended up with breasts that flopped around the rest of their lives, having lost their elasticity completely."

Mary could see tears welling up in her son's eyes, so she decided to go for the kill.

"Right now, it's just a minor sag of your glands, but if you don't do something about it now, if left unchecked, there's no doubt that soon the other boys in the neighborhood will notice and start teasing you and calling you names. Is that what you want, Michael, for the boys to call you names? Names like Titty boy? 

Why, they might even start chasing you down the street shouting things like, 'Oh, Titty Boy!', or 'Hey you, Titty boy, show me your tits!', or even, 'Let me suck on your tits, Titty Boy, they look so nice and juicy. Can I get any milk out of those big tits of yours, Titty Boy?' Do you think you could live a life like that, Michael?"

Completely done in by Mary's portrayal of his future without a bra, Michael broke down completely and the tears just burst out of him as if some one had opened the flood gates. As he continued sobbing and crying, Mary took him into her arms and hugged him closely.

"That's okay, honey," she whispered. "If you listen to me from here on out, everything will be just fine, I promise." 

Then she stood her son up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Now, this first time I'll help you put your sister's bra on," she continued whispering to her son, "so that you don't get saggy breasts and so you don't get teased and called names like Titty Boy of Jupiter, Florida, okay? But soon, you'll need to learn to do this by yourself, okay dear?" "Yes, Mother," the beaten lad said in agreement. "I will, I promise."

So he took the proffered garment and slid the straps up his arms while Mary showed him how to bend over and place his breasts in the delicate white lace-trimmed cups of the feminine garment. Then she showed him how to secure it around his chest by hooking the clasps together at the back.

Mary knew the 32A bra would be a tight fit as she watched him clasp the hooks in back. Once connected and in place, Mary then lovingly adjusted the shoulder straps to give his sore, swollen breasts the support they desperately needed. Then she stepped back and looked gleefully upon her now nearly completely feminized son.

The hormones had done a splendid job reshaping Michael's breasts and hips. In time those and the rest of his body would become even more delectably feminine and by then he will have thanked his lucky stars he'd listened to and followed his Mother's advice as she continued her plan to feminize him. Even now he could wear a larger cup size, but that could wait a few days. 

"Now then, I've laid out one of Melissa's t-shirts and a pair of her rayon shorts on your bed. Go and put them on and we'll all go out for breakfast this morning. My treat. Okay, honey?"

Although he wasn't really happy about going out in public wearing his sister's clothes, Michael was so emotionally drained from the morning's experiences, that he had no fight left in him to even think of challenging his mother. Soon he found himself in his bedroom getting dressed as he'd been told.

As Mary had said, Michael found a white t-shirt and shorts on his bed and put them on. He was aghast to see that the t-shirt was actually a frilly little tank top with delicate lace trim around a bottom that had a hem so short it stopped just below his tits, revealing his tight tummy and belly button. He was also shocked to see that the shorts were actually hot-pink in color and were really tiny short-shorts at that!

It surprised him when he saw how feminine looking the shorts made his legs, hips and butt look and that the tank top actually seemed to enhance his bust somewhat. He desperately wanted to complain to his Mother about his new look but after getting dressed in them he saw how nice they went together, how nice the colors matched and went with his tan, and how they even made him feel really sexy. Because of that, he felt maybe it was alright this one time. 

So, wearing the clothes, Michael put on a pair of his favorite flip-flops and went down to find his Mother and sister.

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They went to their favorite restaurant for breakfast, but, being Sunday, it was packed, so they ended up eating a late brunch. After a filling meal, Mary took her two children to the Mall to do some window shopping.

Michael clearly wasn't happy about going out in so public a place, but decided if he had to go out, the Mall was the safest place for him. All his friends hated the Mall and stayed away as if their life depended on it. Therefore he was pretty sure he could walk through without his identity being discovered. He was doing fine until Mary decided he needed to replace his old flip-flops for a nicer pair of shoes. Michael was happy about this decision until they all passed up a Kinney's Shoe Store and turned instead into Zappo's, a women's shoe store.

"I'd like to see a nice pair of loafers for my son here," she told the saleslady. 

Michael's face turned a bright red when he overheard his Mother tell this to the saleslady. Still he sat down and let her measure his foot.

As the saleslady came back with the shoes, Mary handed her son a pair of flesh-tone knee-high stockings and told him to put them on. Again, Michael could feel his cheeks heat up with a blush, yet for the second time he acceded to her demands and put the stockings on.

The saleslady watched with humorous delight the scene unfold before her. Somehow this teenager sitting before her was completely cowed by his Mother who, most likely with the assistance of his sister, some time ago put him on hormones which gave him a nice set of breasts there, breasts he seemed not to be allowed to hide. Then he was made to put on nylon stockings to try on women's shoes, which he then did on his own. 

As she picked out the shoe she was going to place on his foot, the saleslady seemingly decided otherwise and put the shoe back down. She then gazed longingly at Michael, then lifted his calf and, bringing his foot to her lips, began kissing and tonguing his nylon-clad toes while caressing his silky, nylon stocking-clad leg. 




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"Mmm, delicious, " She cooed sexily, peering coquettishly up into the trembling boy's shyly downcast eyes as she continued her gentle stroking. "You've got some really lovely and sexy toes, my beauty. But really, you've really got to shave these beautiful gams, girl! That would really turn me on." 

With a wink, she began easing his feet into the pair of size 8 loafers while at the same time continued to run her hands up and down his stocking-clad calves. Finally she moved even further up his thigh, attempting to teasingly probe under the tight leg hem of his short-shorts, which had pulled up as high as his groin. Watching the shy, frightened boy twisting around on the chair, she finally managed to get a finger through to find, to her joy, a panty-covered cock and balls, which she lovingly caressed and massaged for a few seconds before pulling out and lowering the boy's foot down to the floor. 

Both Mary and Melissa were about to die laughing at the humiliations the saleslady heaped upon the poor, hapless boy, until Mary finally had him stand and walk around to see how the shoes fit. 

Michael, grateful for the reprieve, did just that, delighted to be able to escape the clutches of the overly possessive saleslady. "They fit okay, Mother, but why can't I just go down to Kinney's and get a pair of boys' shoes?" he asked.

"For the simple reason that these shoes are better made and cost less than men's shoes," Mary replied, thinking how nice Michael would look in a skirt and a pair of two-inch heels.

"She's right," the saleslady added with a smirk, for she already knew what was really going on here and was loving just being allowed to be a part of it! "Also, we have a money back guarantee. Beside, you look cute as a button in them. In fact, what you really need is a nice pair of 4-inch stilettos to show off those sexy gams and that big ass of yours, young lady." 

At that, the saleslady gave Mary a broad, theatrical wink that again almost made her break up with gales of laughter. Mary loved this lady! Then, looking at the shoes one more time, Mary found them acceptable. She then told the saleslady that Michael would wear the new shoes and nylons home and to put his flip-flops in the shoe-box, and that they would be carrying those home with them. 

When this was done, and Mary was at the counter paying for everything, she gave the saleslady an additional $20 tip and a small peck on the cheek, whispering, "That was so nice! Thank you. We'll definitely be back for those heels, I promise." 

Before they parted however, the saleslady handed her a business card with her home phone and address on it, and on the back the words: 'personal fittings for the discreet, inquiring sissy'. 

"I'm also a professional seamstress and dressmaker. I have a shop at my own home, if you'd like to bring the little darling over for some new outfits, dear," she whispered to Mary.

When Mary read the card and heard what the saleslady said, she nearly swooned. 

For the rest of the day, Mary led her two children through every dress store in the Mall, often asking them their opinion on dresses, shoes, skirts, hats, etc. Both women were surprised at Michael's taste and knowledge of the latest ladies fashions, especially when choosing colors that might look nice on him. They toured the entire mall until closing time.

At that the three Franklin's drove back home in a bright mood. Having been on their feet all day, they were anxious to sit down to a good dinner. Michael was told to set the table after having been given a flouncy, lacy girlish apron to wear and shown how to tie a nice fluffy bow in back. Once set, he took his two pills for his swelling chest.

"Michael dear," his Mother called out to him. "Why don't you go out and put your clothes that are soaking into the washer?"

Michael hastened to do the required task, realizing that once all his whites were clean he'd finally be able to return to his own clothes instead of having to wear his sister's and that everything that had gotten so topsy-turvy and upside down would finally start getting back to normal again. Once in the laundry room, he emptied the clothes soaking in the bucket into the washer. Then he set the controls and went back to help his sister with dinner.

After dinner, Mary reminded her son to move his clothes from the washer to the dryer if he was of a mind to wear them to bed. So he returned to the laundry room while Melissa cleared the table. She had just finished when Michael reappeared, his eyes filled with tears and his hands filled with strips of clean, white cotton. Mary, again nearly unable to keep from laughing, walked over to her son, and as indignantly as she could, demanded to know what had happened.

"I (sob), don't (sob), know," he cried.

Of course Mary knew just what happened to Michael's things, had known it would happen when she told Melissa to put them in the bucket of bleach yesterday. But Michael didn't know this. As far as he knew, he was now devoid of any male underwear and it was his fault, and Mary was going to use that belief to crush his masculine spirit and smother her child in feminine finery.

"What do you mean you don't know? Damn it all! How could you be so stupid? I mean, I ask you to do a simple thing like wash your clothes and here you bring me back rags! 

Sheesh! If I didn't know better, I'd swear you did this on purpose because you actually liked wearing girls' clothes. Maybe you've even come to enjoy the prospect of becoming a girl! Is that it, Michael? Maybe you've grown those tits because subconsciously you really want to be a girl. Could that be it? 

"If that's the case, maybe I was wrong. Maybe you don't have Gynecomastia. In fact, now the only reasonable explanation as to why your tits are growing like they are is that you have a subconscious desire to be a girl, to wear your sister's frilly, lacy lingerie. And now your unconscious craving is so great, you had to find a way to keep wearing them, didn't you? That would explain why you purposely ruined your boy's underwear! 

"Well Michael, if that's the case, then you will do so from now on. But from now on buster, you won't be wearing your sister's things. No, you and I are going to go out and buy you your own things to wear. And by god, once we get them, you're going to wear them with pride all around the neighborhood, girl!"

Aghast, yet totally defeated, Michael broke down sobbing, feeling as though his Mother had come up with a totally sound and reasonable explanation as to why he was growing his tits, and why everything else was going so wrong for him. 

He knew, for one, that, as a boy, he was a disappointment to his Mother. He *was* always messing everything up, always making things tough for the family. He always wished he could be more like his sister who hardly ever did anything wrong, hardly ever made a mistake. But did that mean he really wanted to be a girl like her? 

He wasn't so sure anymore. His mother was right, however. Though he was loathe to admit it out loud, most of the time he did enjoy the feel of the clothing. At least those times when he wasn't so worried about being ridiculed for wearing them. But was that so wrong? Was that what was making his tits get even bigger and turning him into a real girl, like his Mother said? 

He'd always accepted Mary's statements as fact because she'd been wise enough to discover his flaws, pointing them out to him so he could correct them. Then, if need be, her punishments would be just and fair, and enough, in the end, to turn him back into the good son she'd hoped he'd always have been. 

Therefore, Michael knew that from now on he'd have to start to dislike all the girl's clothes he'd be given. In that way, as a good and well-behaved boy, he could prove himself worthy in his Mother's eyes. Worthy to be that son who no longer wanted to be a girl. As such, Michael was convinced his tits would go away, poof, as magically as they first appeared.

"I'm so sorry, Mother," Michael started, getting control of himself. "You're right, I am such a clumsy oaf. I hope you're wrong, but maybe I am turning into a girl, and so really that's why I have these tits, and that could be why I ruined the wash. 

"Because you're also right about Melanie's clothes. Sometimes I really like the feel of them caressing my body. I know I'm a boy and boys shouldn't feel that way about wearing girl's clothes, but I can't seem to help it. I do, and every hour I feel less ashamed about it. 

"I also know you're right, I should wear a bra while I have these tits so they don't end up sagging and flopping in the wind. While I have tits, I want them to be full and firm, like yours, Mother. Otherwise, I just couldn't stand the ridicule." 

"There, there, Michael dear," Mary said in a greatly mollified tone as she took her son into her arms. "Don't worry about it any more. I'm sorry for yelling at you like I did, it really wasn't right for me to have done so. Its just sometimes you just get under my skin so much. 

"I'll tell you what, it's your birthday tomorrow. Why don't I take you shopping for a whole new wardrobe and some other treats? How does that sound?"

"Oh Mother, that sounds great!" Michael answered with a hug.

After the hug, Mary told him he should go take a warm bubble bath and that would make everything feel better. She even followed him to the bathroom to fill the tub while her son undressed. His only problem came when he tried to remove his bra. Finally, with a little guidance from his Mother, he got it off.

"You know Michael," Mary said, changing her mind about his bath once she saw her son in his naked splendor. "The saleslady in the shoe store was right. Your appearance would be much less scruffy looking if you got rid of all that body hair, not to mention how much nicer your silky lingerie would feel against your newly sleek and smooth skin. I have some depilatory here somewhere."

After finding the bottle in the bathroom closet, she began rubbing in the pink cream all over Michael's skin from his shoulders to his feet, making sure she got it into all the hidden crevices she could find - under his arms, even around his penis and scrotum, going for the "pre-teen" look. When she drew her cream-slickened hand up between the cheeks of his ass, Michael gave out a high-pitched girlish squeal.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Mary asked laughingly as she gave Michael a not-too-light slap on his sexy rear end, making it wobble about. "Now, let this set for about 15 minutes or so and then shower it off. It will start to burn in a little while. Don't worry. That just means the depilatory is doing it's job. I'm going out for a moment. When I come back, I'll help you wash it off in the shower. Now don't you go away, you here?"

When Mary left the cream was already starting to burn something fierce and Michael was finding it hard to take, but he knew he had to grin and bear it for his Mother. Mary left to get Melissa and bring her back to witness Michael's hair removal. When they returned, she left the bathroom door partially ajar so Melissa could catch his reflection in the bathroom mirror. 

Before going in, they both peeked in and almost fell on the floor in side-splitting laughter. There was Michael, jumping up and down in an effort to relieve himself of the pain he was in. 

It was just so hilarious the way his tits and cock carelessly flopped up and down each time he bounced on his toes. It was at this point when Mary decided to ease his suffering.

"Sorry I'm late, dear," Mary said sincerely, still trying not to laugh. "I got stuck doing something in the kitchen. Let's get that stuff off you now."

She turned on the shower and had Michael stand with his back to the spray. Then she washed him down with a wet washcloth, running the cloth all over his body, in and out of all the crevices she had invaded earlier, even going so far as to push a cloth-covered finger deep into his ass-hole a few times while holding onto his penis. When she was finished, she had him clean out the tub, throwing out the hair that was stopped at the drain. Then she went ahead and filled the tub with bubble bath as she had originally planned.

"You soak here for awhile and I'll go fix us a treat," Mary said as she stepped out of the room.

Michael was amazed at the silky smooth feel of his hairless body, stroking it gently as he lay back in the relaxing bubbles and started absently fondling his tits.

The moment Mary entered the kitchen she found Melissa had returned to fix tuna fish sandwiches and glasses of juice for the three of them.

"Well," Mary said, with an amused glint in her eye. "Did you enjoy the show, dear?"

Melissa looked up at her Mother with luminous eyes and a radiant look about her, as if she'd just completed a night of wild, passionate sex.

"Oh, Mother," she gushed animatedly. "What just happened out there, my God, that was such a turn-on. I mean, I can't help it, I just had the biggest orgasm watching through the crack in the door there, seeing and hearing the entire event play itself out. 

"I mean, first, when you slammed Michael down and gave him no choice but to wear what you choose for him to wear from now on and how that sissy brother of mine just crumbled and finally accepted it, like the mindless jerk he is. 

"And then, in the bathroom, removing his hair like that, even around his dick and balls -- he looks like a new born baby now! 

"I know, I know," Mary said, then added, "I know I'm not supposed to tease him about this, and don't worry, I won't out there in front of him or others, but still, I just had to tell you, in private, just how much fun this has been, and how turned on I've gotten as this whole business of feminizing the little sissy has progressed. 

"And I wanted to thank you too, Mother," Melissa said. "For everything you've brought into the mix and for not putting a stop to it when you found out about my idea to do this to my lummox of a brother." 

"Oh my dear girl," Mary answered excitedly, barely able to keep from jumping up and down in infectious excited agreement with her daughter. 

"I understand just how you feel. Every time I get that ass-hole to put on another piece of girls clothing I've felt that same luscious excitement and I get even more insatiable thrills when I get him to agree with me that it's the right and proper thing to do, that he must do it for his own good." 

"Oh god, Mother, Melissa said in amazement. "That bimbo thinks by wearing what we're going to be getting him to eventually wear and by acting how we're going to get him to act, that he will be cured of his swollen chest and eventually rid of his tits. The stupid jerk, wait until he sees how much bigger they get as time goes on. He'll be thinking he's still doing wrong or bad things! 

"Yes, Melissa," Mary said while listening to her daughter's wild imaginings. " I've had several enjoyable orgasms myself over the past 72 hours that I wouldn't have had if you hadn't originally started Michael on this path to femininity, and I haven't been this wet between my legs in a long time, knowing that soon I'll have two daughters instead of one."

"Are you wet now, Mother?" Melissa asked coyly, stepping up to her mother and boldly placing her hands on her braless tits, finding her nipples rock-hard beneath the thin covering of her modest blouse. "Are you as hot and horny as I am?"

"Melissa!" Mary cried blushingly, though not moving away from her daughter's manipulating fingers. Then she added coyly herself. "God honey, since that scene at the shoe store, I've been dying for a hard fuck like you wouldn't believe!"

Stepping even closer to her Mother, until they were toe to toe, Melissa began unbuttoning her mother's blouse. Slowly, while holding Mary's arms down at her sides, Melissa began kissing and licking at the sensitive spot at the nape of her neck as she whispered, "Well Mother, I've wanted to suck on your tits and eat out your cunt since we started working on Michael. Why don't we help each other out in this, our time of need?"

"What," Mary gasped helplessly. "Melissa, stop this at once! What do you think you're doing?"

Mary groaned and tried to fight free, but Melissa, in her eagerness, became stronger, despite her smaller frame. The more Mary struggled, the firmer became her daughter's grip on her arms. 

"Come on, Mother," Melissa whispered into Mary's ear, while tonguing the outer shell. "You know you want this. You want this as bad, if not worse than I do. Come on, all you have to do let go and admit it to yourself. You've already admitted how turned on you've gotten since we started this game with that ass-wipe brother of mine, and I know for a fact that you haven't had a good cum for at least a year. You must be dying for something more than your own fingers, right Mother? Hmm? Am I right, girl?"

"Ooohh!" Mary groaned as she felt her blouse being pushed off her shoulders, then watched it fall to the kitchen floor. Then suddenly, she felt the zipper to her skirt being lowered and that garment, along with her panties, were slowly pushed down her legs as well, as though she had no control of the events happening. 

Without even thinking, Mary stepped out of the items puddled at her feet and allowed her daughter to lead her to the edge of the kitchen table, standing completely naked now before her still clothed daughter. 

Now, stunned into immobility, she watched as Melissa began to swiftly remove her own clothing until she too, was naked as well. Suddenly, Mary felt her legs being pried apart, felt Melissa's body forcing itself between them.

"Uhhh," she murmured as Melissa' s crotch came to rest against her own. Melissa's head moved forward and she licked her mother's mouth, her tongue wet and hot. Mary squirmed, holding her lips tightly shut, but Melissa's tongue wiggled inside and touched Mary's teeth. Mary shivered, and her teeth parted, and she felt her daughter's tongue come sliding in.

Melissa danced up and down, rubbing Mary's hair-covered crotch with her own, her pussy hair scratching erotically against Mary's clit. Melissa's tit's, being free now, moved insistently, teasingly, titillating Mary's breasts, as the heat of her tits radiated into Mary's body. Melissa kept on kissing her Mother, and then she brought her hands up to begin squeezing and fondling her tits

"Oh...Oh Melissa," Mary groaned, unable to keep from succumbing any longer to her daughter's advances. "I give up. Please. Please, fuck me! Fuck me damned hard, you bitch, you!"

With that final consent, Melissa pushed her Mother over the edge of the table, laying her flat out so that her legs were hanging off the end of it so her cunt was just where Melissa could get at it.

Then the naked daughter set a chair between her mother's legs and sat where she could look deeply between her mother's widespread and soaked cunt-lips.

"Wow, Mother," Melissa gasped. "You are fucking wet down here! I was right, you really need this, and bad, don't you?"

"Damn you, you bitch," Mary was able to get out, though she was embarrassed as hell. "Just get it over with, will you? You started this, now finish it! After all, there's still Michael upstairs to deal with, you know!"

"That' right," Melissa answered. "I almost forgot about him. Hmm...Wouldn't want him to come in here and catch me doing the nasty with Mother like this, now would we, ha, ha, ha!"

"Damn you girl," Mary shouted. "I told you...Ooohhh!"

Mary was suddenly interrupted, shocked is really the word, out of her reprimand the moment Melissa buried her face between her Mother's spreadeagled legs. 

Lewdly the youngster pressed her mouth on Mary's dripping pussy, moaning with pleasure as she smelled and tasted the heavy deluge of musky fuck-juices flowing from her cunt. Mary trembled helplessly as Melissa feverishly began licking and sucking, lapping her tongue greedily between the swollen, hairy folds of her Mother's cunt.




A Sister's Revenge Ch. 02



"Unngghh! Yes, yes, don't stop, no, don't stop. . unnngggghh!" Mary shuddered as the intense pleasure mounted in her loins, as her wet, sloppy pussy responded to Melissa's urgent licking.

Red-faced with embarrassment, and shocked by her own apparent lesbian incestuous passion, Mary realized that she was now much, much too horny to make her daughter stop. Her ass started moving off the table, her hard-nippled tits jiggling as she wiggled and humped. 

Her hands came down, clutching Melissa's head, curling in her long, blond hair. Then she started humping in a delirium of passion, groaning and whimpering, fucking her throbbing pussy up onto her daughter's face.

"Hold still," Melissa said. The youngster raised her head momentarily, giggling as she pushed two fingers in and out of Mary's cunt. "Wow, you really were horny, weren't you?"

"Suck it some more," Mary gasped. "Oh, oh please..."

"So, tell me again Mother," Melissa whispered teasingly. "Did your pussy get this wet when you forced your sissy boy to dress up in girly underclothes? Huh? It's okay to fantasize about it, Mother. 

"Did it make your pussy drool when you covered your darling little pansy with hair remover and make him as bald as a new born babe, watching him jump up and down like he did to keep cool and then seeing his cock and tits flopping about like some blond bimbo? Wow, Mother, your pussy is really juicing up thinking about that one, isn't it? Jeez!"

"Oh god, you're awful," Mary groaned. "You're such a slut."

Melissa just giggled, again burying her face between her Mother's splayed, trembling thighs. Again she returned to sucking on her Mother's hairy, throbbing pussy with concentration, peeling her swollen cunt-lips delicately apart, exposing the glistening pink interior of her painfully horny cunt.

Mary swooned, loving the way her daughter went after the thick juices flowing from her cunt. Avidly Melissa licked and lapped and sucked, as if determined to lick her Mother dry of all her cunt cream. 

Her mouth moved gradually higher, her tongue poking out to thrust deep inside the gooey fuck-opening. Then she started licking directly on her swollen, aching clit, making Mary's whole body quiver helplessly with lust.

"Oh, damn, girl, you're good" Mary moaned. Desperately she clawed the back of Melissa's head, trying to hold her mouth onto her clit. "Suck it! Please, please, suck it, lick it! Oh, fuck, fuck!"

Melissa wrapped her lips around Mary's throbbing clit, sucking it hard, as if she were trying to nurse milk from it. Then, using three fingers, Melissa slid them deep inside Mary's burning, horny pussy. There she began to jack off her cunt fast and hard while continuing to suck on the tingling clit, licking the underside hard with her tongue.

"Oh, shit, oh, fuck, fuck..." Mary cried out as she clawed the back of Melissa's head, writhing and humping, her expression obscenely contorted as the intense pleasure of the sucking throbbed through her loins. "Suck it! Oh, fuck, it feels so good! Suck... annnhhh, not so hard! Ohhhh, ohhhhh..."

But Melissa sucked very hard, puckering her cheeks around her throbbing clit, slurping so feverishly that the pleasure became painful and unbearably intense at the same time. Mary writhed about like a mindless automaton, shuddering and moaning, not knowing whether to pull away from her daughter's vacuuming mouth or to thrust her cunt onto Melissa's mouth as hard as she could.

"I'm cuming!" she shrieked, as the elusive orgasm finally overcame her. "Oh, fuck, fuck. Oh god, Melissa, suck on it! Ahhhh, fuck, fuck, suck on it! Ahhhh fuck, fuck, cuuummmiiinnngggg!"

Mary's cunt spumed violently, sucking the fingers that pounded in and out of her hairy fuck-hole, her clit pulsing like a tiny heart between Melissa's lips. She finally stopped sucking so hard, instead using just enough pressure to make the cum last a long time. 

Helplessly Mary writhed in ecstasy on the table, clawing Melissa's neck, continuing to hump her ass until the contractions finally diminished deep inside her cunt.

"Oh, god!" Mary moaned. "Oh, that was... oh, Melissa...Melissa..."

Her daughter didn't answer for nearly a minute. The youngster was still busily lapping the musky cunt-juice out of her mother's pussy, holding the swollen cunt-lips open as she shamelessly tongued as much cream out as she could. 

When Melissa finally raised her head, the cunt-juice shone in a blotchy circle all around her mouth. The youngster giggled unconcernedly.

"You liked that, didn't you, Mother?" Melissa asked, while licking her lips. "Ummm, your pussy really tasted good! You ought to let me suck your cunt a lot more often."

"You're...such a slut," Mary moaned. "I'm your Mother. You don't even care."

"Come off it, Mother," Melissa remarked. "You just came like gangbusters! Don't tell me you were in a caring mood then!"

"Well, I...I," Mary started, but was unable to finish, unsure of what to say.

"Yeah, right, bitch," Melissa taunted. "And now I'm horny as hell, and you owe me -- big time!" 

Then Melissa got up on the table and sat up on her Mother, sliding up her body until her thighs were on either side of Mary's head. Looking up, Mary saw her daughter smiling wickedly down at her, her hairy cunt now level with her face. 

Her eyes traveling down Melissa's gorgeous body, Mary soon found herself staring straight at the wet, red, pouting lips of her daughter's tight cunt, dripping from the excitement of the events that had occurred these past few hours. 

"Come on, Mother, get to work," Melissa prodded. "You know you want this. You want this as bad as I do. I can see it in your eyes!"

"No, no, your wrong," Mary moaned. But at the same time she couldn't help feeling those shameful lesbian incestuous fires being stoked once again, helplessly inflamed by the strong, musky smell of her daughter's oh-so-wet pussy. "Oh, you're such a slut."

Trying to move her Mother along, Melissa dug her fingers sharply into Mary's neck, wiggling her naked ass, lewdly rubbing her wet, juicy pussy all over her Mother's mouth. Mary shuddered with submission, her own cunt throbbing, loving the taste of her daughter's pussy in spite of her guilt.

"I'm getting impatient with you, Mother. I want you to start licking my pussy right now!"

Mary, finally broken, obediently thrust out her tongue, burrowing it deeply between the hot, pouting lips of her daughter's cunt. She glued her mouth to her sticky, juicy fuck hole, sucking it, vacuuming the milky cum-juice from the depths of Melissa's seemingly always-horny cunt.

"That's right, Mother," Melissa giggled, looking down at her. "You do like the taste, don't you?"

Mary knew she did. The taste of pussy juice had suddenly become intensely arousing. Mary almost felt starved for it, eager and willing to suck every trace of her daughter's pussy-juice. Her hands slid up Melissa's long, slender thighs, clutching the ball-bearing globes of her humping, wiggling ass. 

Then Mary started eating pussy in earnest, sucking and then licking again, sluicing her tongue busily up and down between the swollen, tingling folds of her daughter's cunt.

"Ummmm, I'm getting real horny now," Melissa sighed. The wanton blonde wiggled her ass in a rotating motion, making Mary's lips and tongue push higher on her pussy-hole. "Now, lick my clit, Mother. Doesn't it feel all hot and swollen? I want you to suck it for me, just like I did yours. Oh, fuck, I'm getting so hot! Please suck my clit! Oh yes, make it cum!"

Mary pursed her lips, slurping in the swollen, wet clit. Melissa shuddered and dug her fingers into her neck again, humping rapidly now, fucking her throbbing pussy onto Mary's mouth. 

Mary kept her mouth glued to Melissa's clit, sucking it gently but forcefully, now straightening two fingers to push them into the narrow, clasping interior of her daughter's cunt.

"Suck it harder, Mother!" Melissa whined. "Oh, fuck, I'm so horny! Harder! I like it to get sucked hard!"

Mary did as her fuck-crazed daughter asked, sucking very hard on the swollen, aching nub, slurping the clit between her lips. Feverishly she banged her fingers in and out of Melissa's throbbing fuck-hole, marveling at the tightness of her daughter's horny cunt. Melissa's whole body trembled, bucking and wiggling as Mary could feel the cum mount deep inside her loins.

"Ahhhh, shit, that's goood!" Melissa gasped. "Unh, fuck! Oh, fucking shit! Oh, that's right, suck it, suck it good. Oh Mother, I'm gonna cum now! Awwwnnhhhh! Cuming! Suck my clitty! Awwww, cuummmiinnngggg!"

A heavy stream of fuck-juice flowed out of the naked daughter's pussy, coating the fingers that kept pumping wildly in and out of her exquisitely-tight cunt. Mary kept her lips around the throbbing, cumming clit, sucking it hard, lapping it with her tongue. Melissa clawed the back of her neck hard enough to draw blood, moaning and crying as the cum pounded again and again through her cunt. 

Finally a wanton, satisfied smile slowly spread across her face. Once she came to her senses, Melissa lifted off her Mother's face and hopped off the table, pulling her Mother up to a sitting position.

"Now, tell me the truth, Mother, don't you feel a whole lot better," Melissa asked. "I told you you'd like it if I licked your pussy. I know you even got into licking my pussy, didn't you? Come on, now...tell the truth. Don't lie. I can tell when you're lying, Mother. Remember."

"Well," she started. "I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Okay, already. It was fucking awesome, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That having my daughter strip my clothes off and take me like a wild woman and make me do the same in return was the most incredible, sexiest turn-on event in my life, second only to making a sissy pansy out of my reprobate son? Yes, yes and yes!"

That confession gave the two women reason to hug and kiss and caress a few minutes longer while making promises to get together again in the future. For now, there was still Michael in the bathtub, still awaiting their return.

Thus it was, an hour and a half after Michael began his bath, after two lovely ladies brought themselves off in mutually explosive orgasms, Melissa was finally bringing her brother the special estrogen-laced snack he'd been promised. 

Mary suggested Melissa take it to him so that she might get a turn at Michael's humiliation. In the meantime, she was going to lay out Michael's clothes in his room for after his bath.



A Sister's Revenge Ch. 03



I hope you all enjoy this story. I appreciate any feedback you care to send, and will respond to all who desire it. I really do appreciate any and all notes and letters received from readers of this site. Please, as the 42nd St. vendors say, be 18 or be gone (actually, in my day, it was 21, but that was years ago). Again, please enjoy.

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Meanwhile, Michael lay patiently in the tub, awaiting his Mother's return with his promised snack until the water turned cold and his skin had shriveled up like a prune. Finally, wondering if she might be in trouble, Michael decided to go look for her to see if everything was okay. 

Getting out of the tub, he began to dry himself off like he usually did and realized his skin was much too sensitive for that, due to the absence of hair. Therefore, he started to pat down his body to dry it instead of rubbing his skin like he normally did, and dried himself off in a more pleasurable manner.

As there was nothing else yet put out for him, Michael decided to once again put on the outfit he had worn to the mall, at least to find out what had happened to his Mother. 

Once dressed, he walked out to the kitchen. Halfway there he heard voices. Well, like voices. Moans and talking and such. He slowed down to listen.

He heard Melissa talking first, "...but still, I just had to tell you, in private, just how much fun this has been, and how turned on I've gotten since this whole business of feminizing the little sissy started. 

"And I wanted to thank you too, for everything you've brought into the mix and for not putting a stop to it when you first found out about my idea to do this to my lummox of a brother." 

Then he heard his Mother reply, "I understand just how you feel because I've felt that same luscious excitement every time I get that ass-hole to put on another piece of girls clothing, and even more thrills when I get him to agree with me that it's the right and proper thing to do, that he must do it for his own good. 

"That bimbo thinks by wearing what I'm going to be getting him to eventually wear and by acting how I am going to get him to act, that he will be cured of his swollen chest and eventually rid of his tits. The stupid jerk, wait until he sees how much bigger they get as time goes on. He'll be thinking he's still doing wrong or bad things! 

"Yes, Melissa, I've had several enjoyable orgasms myself over the past 48 hours that I wouldn't have had if you hadn't originally started Michael on this path to femininity, and I haven't been this wet between my legs in a long time, knowing that soon I will have two daughters instead of one."

'Oh god,' he thought, as he turned to go back to his room. 'This is why all of this is happening to me?'

Unable to take in the total venom that spewed from out of his sister's and Mother's mouths, Michael walked into his room as though in a daze, trying to comprehend all that he'd heard. 

Apparently nothing, except that which he'd originally done to bring about his sister's wrath, was his fault, was his doing, according to what he'd just heard. 

Somehow, either or both his sister and Mother had done something to him which had caused his tits to grow. They'd also lied to him about it, convincing him at first that the problem was physiological. 

Later they'd tried to tell him that is was his fault, because he enjoyed too much the thrills derived from wearing the clothes they gave him.

"Oh my god!" he cursed in wonderment. 'What the hell could I have done to make them hate me like that?'

Then he realized that no matter what, he was no longer a welcome member of this household, and as such, had better get out before things got any worse for him. 

He wasn't sure where he could go, or if there was any where he could go without getting ridiculed for what his family did to him. 

The only thing he did know, though, was that he could no longer stay in this house with these people who had now become strangers to him.

Still having no underwear of his own, and feeling the need for support for the breasts he now sported, he took a few bra and panty sets from his sister along with some of her blouses and shorts, and some of his Mother's nylons. He then packed them into a knapsack he'd used to carry books in school.

Before he left, however, he did decide to leave a note, just so they might understand why he was suddenly not there, when, if, they decided to look for him. 

After doing so, he folded it neatly and lay it upon his pillow and, grabbing his wallet, he put it into a spare purse his Mother no longer used and climbed out his bedroom window into the early evening hours, unsure what lay ahead of him.

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Forty-five minutes later, Melissa came back into the bathroom after her wild romp with Mary, to look after Michael, only to find the tub empty, only to find no one in the bathroom at all.

"Michael," she called out. "Michael, where are you?"

Still no answer.

Walking down the hall, she continued calling out, "Hey, Mike!"

Nothing

"Yo, stupid, I don't have time for these games!" she moaned.

Turning into his room, Melissa first looked under the bed, "Look, asshole! When I get my hands on you, you'll be sorry, bitch!" Then, swinging upright, she saw his made bed and then the note on the pillow there. Frowning curiously, she opened it and read it.

"MOTHER! MOTHER, COME HERE, QUICK! PLEASE! MOTHER!"

After Melissa's initial scream, Mary shot up from where she was sitting, thinking that maybe Michael was spying on her again, as that was the only other time Melissa ever screamed so urgently for her before. 

But when she arrived at where her daughter was standing, she found herself in her son's room and more strangely, alone, with her daughter.

"What, What is it, Melissa?" Mary asked her frightened daughter, who looked as though she'd seen a ghost.

"This," Melissa said, handing her the paper she'd found on Michael's bed. "You'd better read this. I found it on his bed here."

Mary took the paper from Melissa's hand and began reading it:

Dear Mother and sis,

I don't remember just what it was I did that hurt you so much to make you guys want to hate me like you do, but I suppose it must have been something. 

I got out of the tub early and heard the things you said, and I guess you wouldn't have grown tits on me or fooled me into wearing girl's clothes if it wasn't something bad. But I just can't remember what. 

I'm sorry you guys hate me so much still, but since you do, I've decided to leave this place as I think it's best for all concerned. Yes, I realize I will probably be teased and ridiculed and called names like Mother said will happen. 

On the other hand, maybe I'll find some sort of love out there, somewhere, a love I won't find here -- a love I seem to have lost here. 

Don't bother looking for me. You won't find me at my friends homes, as I'm sure you can imagine why. So I'm not sure where I'm going yet. 

If I come back, it will be when I'm ready to see you again. If you force me to come back here, I'll only run away again, so don't try please.

Again, I am sorry for whatever wrong I ever did either of you. I have always loved you both.

XXXOOO Michael

******

Michael really didn't know where to go, dressed as he was, and carrying the clothes he was carrying. He was truly frightened at the thought that he might bump into any of his friends or neighborhood buddies looking like he did. 

Even coming across strangers in this outfit was causing him enough anxiety because of the terrible things his Mother had warned him people would do to him should they realize just what kind of freak he really was. 

No way could he stand the idea of being recognized as Michael Franklin while being chased down the street being called "Titty boy," or maybe wrestled down by a group of boys demanding to see and show to the rest of the world, his new, grown tits.

When he was able to think more on it, the only time, the only place Michael had felt comfortable or safe since this ordeal started was this morning, when he and his Mother and Melissa had gone to the Mall to eat and shop a bit. 

Yes, the ordeal at the shoe store had been humiliating, but other than that, the rest of the day had been rather nice, and, just as he had assumed, he hadn't seen anyone he knew nor had he felt at all threatened by anyone while window shopping the rest of the time there.

So thinking about it now, Michael realized the mall was still going to be open for the next three hours, and, if he took the bus, he knew he could get there in twenty minutes. 

Feeling he'd be safe there at least until he could figure out a long-term strategy, Michael decided to do just that. Thus, he hopped on the next bus and made his way there.

Once there, Michael just fell in among the other shoppers, walking from store to store, soon finding himself captivated by the seductive lure of forbidden and overwhelming desires for items he could never afford nor should ever want. 

After almost two hours of window shopping, Michael found himself staring at the most stunningly gorgeous sequined evening gown, one so beautiful that he just couldn't take his eyes off of it. 

This was a dress he'd longed for, the one he'd searched his entire life for. Michael felt that he would die for this gown, if need be.

Even as he suddenly realized who he was and that these were improper thoughts for a boy like him to be having, Michael was unable to keep from gazing longingly at this magnificent creation. 

Still, knowing this however, the poor boy blushed shamefully, realizing he was getting a hard-on because he was just unable to keep his thoughts from continuing on in that lustful manner. 

No matter how hard he tried thinking of something else, Michael couldn't put a stop to his desires to have this garment, imagining how wonderful it must feel to the touch, and then of how gorgeous he would look in it. 

"You know, dear," a voice from behind suddenly spoke to him. "I think you have great taste. That gown would look fabulous on you. Simply fabulous."

Not realizing he was being watched, Michael turned around and shamefully saw the saleslady from the shoe store looking at him and then at the dress in the window. Feeling as though he'd been caught jerking off in public, Michael froze, totally embarrassed, rooted to the spot.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you, dear," she said. "But I'm serious. You would look gorgeous in that. Really, you would."

Sure she was somehow able to tune into his thoughts and feelings to see his innermost desires and then use them against him just so she could have some more fun at his expense, like she had earlier today, Michael, remembering her taunts, then his Mother's and his sister's, could take it it no longer. 

Hearing those words at the time he did while feeling the sensations he was feeling, he suddenly began to cry. 

Standing there, his shoulders began to heave with wretched pangs of distress as tears flowed unchecked from his eyes. Looking up at this lady as if asking, "e tu Brute?", too weak from hunger and shame and just plain not caring to live anymore, Michael collapsed at her feet in a dead faint. 

Not realizing the boy's sensitivity to the subject, the sales lady had no idea that Michael's reaction to her suggestion would be so turbulent and uncontrolled. 

Seeing what she'd been the cause of, she was immediately brought to tears herself. Luckily however, she had enough presence of mind to be able to act swiftly in such a situation. 

She asked a customer standing nearby to lift Michael up and carry him to her store just two doors down, while she followed along with his bag. She then had the man lay him down on a table in the back room and leave him for her so she could apply cool compresses until he revived.

As he slowly came to, Michael began looking around, trying to figure out where he was. First he saw the sales lady, then the boxes of shoes. After that he remembered what had happened, understood where he was, and was not happy. He tried to get up to leave.

"Look, honey," She said, forcing him to lay back down. "Before you go anywhere, I want to apologize for what I said out there. I didn't mean to upset you like I did. What I said, I said in all sincerity. It was my fault, however. 

"I had no idea, without personally knowing you, I mean, how you would actually take such a comment. Therefore, I should never have made it until I knew you better. I am therefore, very sorry. Please, accept my apology, will you?"

"Yes, sure," Michael said, though still a bit sullenly. "Just let me go now, will you?"

"Wait a minute, there, will you," she said, a bit more authoritatively. "You're not going anywhere for a little while. That was quite a reaction you had to my statement, so I'm thinking that it wasn't only because of what I said, either. 

"Listen, I know when you came in here earlier today that your Mother had you dressed up in this same outfit, these short shorts and panties and all, so I know she started you in girl's clothes. That's why I teased you a bit. 

"Then I saw you tonight in the same outfit staring at that dress in the window and said what I did, which I actually meant as a sincere statement, because I figured you liked wearing those kind of clothes by now. 

If I'm wrong, like I said, I'm really sorry. I wasn't trying to tease you or be mean or anything. Maybe it's hard to tell the difference, sometimes it can be. And like I said, sometimes I forget about that."

As she spoke, she noticed the boy beginning to twitch, his shoulders starting to shake, and she knew that he was on the verge of crying again. 

Her heart went out to him, because she knew he was holding something painful inside and she was unsure how to get him to let it out. 

She had an idea, though she knew it would be painful. But maybe shared pain would be the only way.

"Look, um, what's your name, anyway," she asked. "Mine is Cindy."

"My name is Michael," he replied.

"Okay," Cindy started. "Look Michael. I want to tell you a story. This is about a boy. His name was Mark. 

"He wasn't like most boys in that he always seemed like he felt he should have been born a girl -- always felt like he was in the wring person's body, you know? 

"So he used to relieve his tensions every so often by dressing up in girl's clothes and putting on their makeup and stuff -- just in the house and all, and pretend he was a real girl, just like he felt. 

"He only did this when he was alone or when I was there, because, yeah, he was my brother. But this was like twenty, twenty-five years ago, and it wasn't really cool to do or talk about those kind of things out in the open, you know. 

"Well, he did this for about three years, till just about when he graduated college, when one day my parents came home early and caught him. 

"Well, as you can guess, the shit hit the fan, although it really wasn't as bad as you might have thought. 

"I mean, my Mother, well you know how Mothers are, they never stop loving their sons, even if they're not as proud of them as they once were. 

"But Father, well Father called him every name in the book. Even that might not have been so bad except that he got drunk one night playing cards with his buddies and talked about it. 

"Soon the whole town knew about it and teased Mark mercilessly. One night, he took an overdose of sleeping pills when he went to bed and never woke up."

"Oh God, Cindy," Michael gasped. "I'm so sorry."

"I've always felt partially responsible for his death, Michael," Cindy said, tears streaming down her face. "Because I was the one who assisted him with his dressing up. I thought it would help him feel better about himself. 

"I showed him how to put makeup on, how to do his hair right, how to go out and find the right sizes in clothes to buy for himself, everything. I thought if he didn't have this release, he would have killed himself much earlier in his life.

"Anyway, I'm really telling you this tale because I feel you have something similar going on in your life right now, something that's building up to a pressure point about to either explode or boil over, and I don't want to see what happened to Mark happen to you as well.

"Like I was saying before, I remembered how you were dressed earlier, and saw you again, gazing longingly at that gown in the store window, wearing the same clothes you had on earlier today. 

"My first thought was that you're really getting into the clothes and the lifestyle that your Mother has chosen for you.

"If not, if you're being forced into this lifestyle and you don't enjoy it, stand up to those who are doing this to you and tell them to "fuck it!". Tell them to "Go to Hell!". 

"Whatever the situation, you mustn't let them dictate to you how you are to live your life, Michael. You are eighteen years old, right? Your life is your own. How do they say? Carpe Diem, boy! Seize the day!"

"But what if they've forced me into this lifestyle," Michael started timidly, "And I've started liking it? I mean, some of it?"

"Some of it?" Cindy asked. "Which parts do you enjoy?"

"Well," Michael said with a blush. "It's embarrassing, but I really have started liking the clothes, especially since Mother listened to you and removed my body hair. 

"But I hate that my sister made me grow tits! She did this to me because she was mad at me for something I did a long time ago, so long ago I can't even remember what it was. 

"And when they were first discovered, Mother said it was gynoco, co, something or other, and then later, she said it wasn't that. She said they were growing because I wanted so much to be a girl. 

"I can't believe they hate me so much that they wanted to do this to me, and then lie to me about why they were growing. 

"And the thing about it is, I heard them talking today, and they still hate me, they still plan to do more mean and cruel things to me. 

"They're not happy with what they've done so far. They're bitter and vindictive...and I can't remember what it was I did to deserve this punishment! That's why I ran away."

Hearing this tirade come from this sweet boy, Cindy was aghast to learn that Michael's family had pulled such a trick on him. 

Now she understood why he reacted so violently to her statement to him regarding the gown. Plus, wearing the baggy sweatshirt like he was, she'd had no idea that he had any sort of breastal growth at all.

"I'm happy you have come to enjoy the feel of the clothing, at least," Cindy said. "But I see why you reacted as you did when I mentioned the gown. 

"Your family had no right to do as they did to your body -- your body is a temple, and is your own, not for others to play around with! I'll definitely have to get to the bottom of this.

"I can't believe they grew tits on you, Michael," Cindy continued on in a breathless whisper, slowly approaching the boy. 

Sliding her hands beneath his sweatshirt, Cindy did discover that he was actually fairly well endowed with an abundance of tit flesh. 

By the feel of it, she assumed it was at least a B-cup by now, that was well concealed by a tight brassiere and the loose fitting sweat-shirt.

"Are they sensitive, dear," she asked, as she slipped her fingers beneath the bra and teased and pinched Michael's nipples, causing the boy to gasp and moan in sensuous pleasure as his knees buckled out from under him.

"Ah, yes," she said. "I see they are. Yes indeed. Very sensitive, aren't they, my sweet, darling sissy."

"Oh, oh god, yes, yes," Michael cried out. "Oh god, I love that. That's the other good thing I've gotten to like about this whole mess. Oh, Oh! Yes, oh god, yes!"

"Yes," Cindy continued. "I see that down below is even more proof you like this. You're pretty well hung, for a sissy-boy, aren't you?"




A Sister's Revenge Ch. 03



"I don't know," Michael said. "I guess. Five, maybe six inches soft. Seven or eight when I'm hard."

"Hmmm", she said. "Well, that gives us food for thought. But for now, we should move on. We have more pressing matters at hand. For example, what to do about your family issues. 

"Until we get that matter straightened out, I want you to come home with me, okay dear? I'll look after you and give you a place to stay and some food to eat, as I imagine you haven't eaten in awhile, either, have you?" 

"No ma'am, I haven't," Michael answered anxiously. "Not since we were here earlier today."

"My my then," she said in a motherly fashion. "You must be starving. I'll tell you what. There's only another hour till closing time. 

"I'll get my assistant to close up shop for me so that you and I can leave now. I'll let her know there's been a small family emergency that I have to tend to. She'll understand.

"And until then," Cindy said. "Because it's going to take awhile to clear things up, I'm going to have to ask you to keep wearing girl's clothing. 

"And I want you let yourself luxuriate in the sensations you get wearing them since you'll have to be wearing them anyway. 

"It will take sometime for the bosom your sister forced you to grow to finally stop growing and even more time to finally shrink and waste away. 

"So in the mean time, you really need to walk around and look like what it seems you most look like right now. But at least with me, I will always love and protect you from any harm, until that time comes."

"If you think that's best," Michael said. "I will do as you say, because I trust you and I feel you really are looking out for my best interests. It is as if for the first time in a long time I actually feel truly loved, and it feels really nice."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Michael," Cindy replied. "And I do love you, more than you can tell. I think also, we should change your name to Michelle. Yes, I think that would be good. We can't call you Michael all the time when you're all dressed up like a girl now, can we?"

"No, I guess not," Michael answered with a shiver, suddenly realizing how far this might actually be going. "I guess a girl's name would help keep me from being identified as a boy dressed up in girl's clothing."

"Good," Cindy said. "Well, that's enough for now. We can discuss more later once we get home. Why don't we head out there now?"

"Sure, Cindy," Michael said.

"Okay," Cindy said. "I'll just let my assistant know what's up and then come back and we'll head out. You stay here. I'll be back in a few."

"Okay," Michael replied.

Before Cindy talked to her assistant, she left the store to go to the dress shop and picked out the evening gown that had so enthralled our Michael some time earlier, along with a matching thong and wonder bra. 

She then stopped at a pharmacy and, thanking her lucky stars that her prescription was needing a refill, renewed a prescription of birth control pills, thinking, 'I'll be darned if I'm going to stop what Michelle's sister has so prominently endowed on my little sissy so soon. 

But unlike his Mother or that bitch sister of his, I'll be sure to treat him with more loving kindness, that's for sure.' 

Once finished, she returned to her store, told her assistant she had to leave early, led Michael out the rear exit of the store to where she was parked. They then got in the car and drove off to her home. 



A Sister's Revenge Ch. 04



I hope you all enjoy this story. I apologize for having taken so long in getting it out to you and will try to get future editions out in a more timely fashion, though make no promises. I appreciate any feedback you care to send, and will respond to all who desire it. I really do appreciate any and all notes and letters received from readers of this site.

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Once they were in the car and on their way, Michael asked, "Where do you live," realizing for the first time that the the subject had never been brought up before.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to keep that a secret or anything," Cindy replied. "Just outside the city limits here. About a fifteen minute drive when the traffic's light. And you?"

"Deeper into the city," he answered. "Twenty minutes or so in the other direction."

"Have you lived there all your life?" she continued.

"Yes," he replied. "The Franklin's have come from around that area for some time. My Mother's family too."

"That's good," she said. "It's always nice to have a solid family foundation like that. It helps build strong character."

"I wouldn't know, really," Michael said, staring off into the traffic. "Mother won't let us see any of them. I think they gave her some trouble after Father died last year."

Cindy felt her breath catch in her throat upon hearing this latest news issue forth from Michael's lips, wondering what other miseries could befall this boy.

"I'm sorry to hear about your loss," she said. "You must miss him terribly."

"Yeah," he said, gazing soulfully out his car window, blinking his eyes rapidly to keep the tears from overflowing. "He was okay, though I think he and Mother had a lot of problems. But we had a good time together when he was home. Yeah, I really do miss him."

Cindy was unsure what else to add since she knew nothing at all about his father and almost nothing at all about the boy sitting next to her. She could only respect the relationship the two shared and admire the boy for the love he still had for the man.  

She only wished she still had such a deep and caring relationship with her own parents. But because they had treated her brother, their son the way they had, and because their reaction had ultimately caused him to take his life, she had never been able to forgive them since.

"Come to think of it," Michael said. "I suddenly remember now that for a while there after Father died, I wasn't such a nice guy to be around. Oh God, I really almost forgot about those days, it seems so long ago!"

"What," Cindy asked. "Tell me about them."

"Well," Michael started. "For the longest time, I really couldn't figure out why Mother and sis would do what they did to me. But it's all coming back to me now. After my Father died, I really had trouble coping. I just couldn't find anyone to talk to about it, to share my thoughts with. 

"I ended up hanging with these new neighbor kids who were really wild and rough and I knew weren't right to be with, but I was angry too, so I was like, what the hell, who cares anyway.

"Well, we really sort of tore up the neighborhood, in a wild, unruly way, pulling prank after prank, until one of these guys raped a girl in the school locker room. I didn't participate, but I was there and didn't stop him. 

"Mostly I was too frozen in shock that the guy would be such an ass to actually try such a stunt, so I stopped hanging with them since. Mother was ashamed of me for that incident because I hung back not doing anything, I know. 

"Then I remember peeking at Melissa while she was undressing in her bedroom. Mother spanked me for that, but I know that sis swore that she felt that that punishment was too light. 

"I just forgot all about this stuff because it all happened months ago, and I've been acting pretty decently ever since. I only remembered that incident because we started talking about Father and the past."

"Well," Cindy said. "That most likely explains your breasts. As it takes some time to grow bosom the size you have, you've probably been ingesting female hormones for some months now. 

"Your Mother or sister must have started it as an alternate punishment to slow down your unruly ways, to calm your aggressive macho behavior somewhat. I daresay their plan has proven most effective, as you have turned into a very sweet boy now, correct?"

"Yeah," Michael answered dolefully. "A sweet boy with tits!"

"No," Cindy corrected, then added with a wink. "A sweet boy with cute, luscious tits." 

"Well, yeah," Michael said, blushing, while saucily thrusting his breasts out some at hearing Cindy's words of praise. "There is that." 

"What we've got to figure out," Cindy continued, after giving one of Michael's nipples a slight pinch, "Is, why your family is acting out even more cruel and with even greater admonishment toward you, when they should be doing otherwise. 

"I mean the punishment has essentially been meted out already and been totally effective, at least as far as I can tell. 

"What more is to be gained by further humiliation and, I don't know, torture? Anger? Hatred? It makes no sense. 

"Perhaps they've simply gotten too caught up in the power trip that sometimes comes about when one finds one has the ability to take control of another person's destiny. 

"It can be a dangerous game and a heady trip for the inexperienced one."

"I suppose," Michael said, listening intently. "But is there anything we do to make them stop this painful nonsense, to make them realize just what they've been doing to me all this time?"

"Not right now, no," Cindy replied. "Perhaps in a little while. But for now, we need to give them some time alone, to see how they react to your disappearance. If they truly hate you, then they won't care that you're gone. However, even I doubt that that will be the case. In a day or two, I'll give them a call and see what's what, providing we don't hear or see anything on the news any earlier than that."

"That sounds like a fair plan," Michael said. "As much as I really don't care for them right now, it would be nicer to finally know just how much they do or don't care to have me in their household anymore. It would help make the break from them a lot cleaner and less painful."

Cindy looked over at this poor, grieving boy, wishing she could help him deal with what he was going through at this moment. But really, all she could do for him, she knew, was to stand by him and be there for him when he needed her. 

Michael was, she realized, going through so many things at so many different levels that even she was probably not aware of most of the pain he was feeling, even after those he'd already brought up so far today.

"Well," Cindy said, breaking into the silence around them. "Here we are. This is my place."

"Jeez," he said. "This is fantastic! I mean, it's huge, really awesome!"

"Thanks," Cindy answered. "I'm glad you like it. It was my parents' place. Really, about the only nice thing they ever did for me, was to leave me this place in their will. 

"It's actually been in our family now for about seven generations, I believe. I converted the front of the first floor into a dressmaking and seamstress shop I call "Cindy's Dress and Lingerie Shoppe."

Handing him the packages she had brought with her from the mall, Cindy pointed out the sign of her store to Michael. Then she opened and held the front door for him, allowing him to enter as she followed behind him, turning on the store lights as she did so.

Walking inside, Michael was overcome by the size and opulence of everything that lay before him.

"My God," He said, his eyes wide in awe and wonder. "This place is fantastic. And the clothes -- they're beautiful! I mean..." Then Michael realized what he'd just said and blushed a deep red, although he noticed he wasn't as embarrassed as he thought he should have been. 

Even as he felt that enjoyable tingle down in his groin as his dick hardened, thinking upon wearing some of these clothes, he was no longer as ashamed now as he had been before when his family had pushed him into this situation, and then teased and ridiculed him for it.

"You do realize," Cindy said, as if to allay Michael's thoughts. "That it is okay to like these kinds of apparel now, right Michael? That no one will make fun of you if you want to wear anything that you find here that pleases you, right?"

"I was just thinking that," Michael said. "It was just coming to me that suddenly, here, in this place, at least, I was free to enjoy without ridicule everything I have come to enjoy without the fear of any kind of teasing or hostility, and I was just letting that sink in, because I was really finding that hard to believe, in a way. Really, its an awesome felling."

"Well, you know, Michael," Cindy started. "I've only had this business up and going for about two years now, and only really part time mostly, relying on my neighbors and local residents here to keep me going for the moment. I haven't really advertised that widely yet, as I haven't been able to afford to pay for the extra hands it would take to work a successful shop like this. 

"That's why I've been working part time at the mall as well, so that I could make extra money on top of this so that eventually I would be able to open this store full time. 

"I was thinking that if you like it here, maybe I could teach you some of the ins and outs of the business in exchange for room and board, say. That way, maybe I will be able to start running this store on a more than part time basis, even if not a full time schedule yet."

"Wow," Michael said. "You mean I'd get to make dresses like these you've got hanging out here on these racks?"

"Well," Cindy laughed. "Maybe eventually. But first I think we'll start you off in the back, in the stock room, where you'll learn from the bottom up all about the different types and styles of bras, panties, and lingerie, and which goes with what, and which looks best on what type of figure. Oh,girl, there's so much to learn and so little time to teach it, but we will, if you want."

"Oh Cindy," Michael cried. "You have been so kind to me, the only one so far. I would love to help you here, if I can. Just tell me where to begin."

"Well, missy," Cindi said. "We can begin first off, by changing that moniker of yours, liked we talked about. So from now on, you go by the name of Michelle, okay?" 

"Okay then, Cindy," Michael said. "Michelle it is -- at least until my tits go away, right?"

"Right, girl," Cindi answered with a mischievous grin that Michael was unable to read. 

"The next thing we need to do," Cindi said. "Is get you something to eat, and then into a nice relaxing bath. After that, we have to get you into bed. It is getting late, young lady, and you've had an exhausting day." 

"That sounds like a plan, Cindy" Michael replied.

"Good," Cindy said. "How does a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich sound?"

"Sounds great," Michael said. "It's my favorite, actually."

"Great, mine too," Cindy added. "This way to the kitchen."

Even the kitchen was a place to revel in almost the size of a two car garage, it had everything a person could want to cook and bake for a party of up to 50 people.

"Wow," Michael said, his eyes wide in awe. "This place is huge!" 

"It is that, isn't it though," Cindy replied. "I even use it sometimes, for parties for clients or at least possible clients and clothing shows and the like, when I have a number of people over at one time. But that isn't often, really."

After a bit Cindy had the sandwich made and, with a glass of orange juice, had it set before Michael, who, due to his near starved state of being, gobbled it down in three bites. After that he drank the juice she set out for him just as quickly.

"Was that enough for you, honey," Cindy asked him.

"Oh yes," Michael replied. That was just fine. It really hit the spot. Thanks a lot, Cindy."

"Okay then. Time for your bath, now," Cindy said. "I'll show you the way."

Leading Michelle upstairs, Cindy showed her to a room with a large queen-sized bed in it.

"This is your bedroom, Michelle," she explained. "Your bathroom is through that door to the left over there. Go on in and get it ready. I'll get you some towels while you're doing that."

Michael had never seen such a beautifully made up bedroom, and the bed even had satin sheets on it. He had slept on those once before, and though he had slipped and slid all over the place to the point of nearly falling off the bed at the time, Michael still remembered it to have been one of the most luxurious experiences he had ever had in his short lifetime.

The bathroom as well, was almost a religious experience for Michael. The tub, made of either marble or granite, was round, and sunken into the floor, with gold, ornate handles. Seeing some bubble bath, Michael threw it in as the tub was filling with water. It was at this point when Cindy walked in with the towels, dressed only in a robe. Putting the towels down, she walked up to him.

"Here," she cooed. "Let me help you with those, dear."

"Umm, ah," Michael tried to say, as Cindy looked as if she was going to begin removing his sweatshirt. When she didn't, Michael became somewhat overwhelmed by the situation, not knowing what to say or exactly how to react, and wondering just what Cindy was really doing here. Thus, he showed a certain wariness as to where these events were leading.

"Tut, tut, Michelle," Cindy chided lovingly. "There's nothing to worry about, girl. You've just been through so much today, my little one, I only want to soothe your tortured soul. Come, give yourself into my hands, darling."

At that, Cindy reached down and lovingly squeezed Michael's cock, which grew even harder than it was now, and was clearly and visibly exposed in his hot pink short shorts. 

"Oh yes, jeez," Michael moaned involuntarily at Cindy's touch, then blushed, realizing he'd been too vocal, and becoming greatly embarrassed yet also deeply turned-on. 

"Hey Missy," Cindy said. "If it turns you on, go for it. It's just us girls here now, and I'm not going to tell anyone if you happen to want to play around here." 

Taking advantage of Michael's current state, Cindy pulled the boy's sweatshirt over his head. Seeing the front catch on his bra, she unclasped that and removed it as well, throwing it into the hamper where she'd thrown the sweatshirt. 

"Ohhhh, yes, Michelle," Cindy cooed lovingly, as she gave each nipple a teasing lick with her tongue. Then she added with a laugh, "You really do have some nice looking boobs here. I know a lot of girls, and even some boys who would kill for a rack like this, girl." 

Then, just as quickly, she turned her attention to Michael's shorts. Going down to her knees, Cindy removed them, slowly, teasingly sliding them down his legs, helping the young, bewildered boy step out of them. 

Cindy finally had the young big-breasted man's body all to herself. She gazed at Michael's young body, smooth, hairless, curvy and lithe, and sighed at the sight before her. 

His panties were snug, even more snug than his shorts had been, and had a little trouble stretching to accommodate the big dick resting inside.

"You realize you are mine now, don't you," Cindy asked with a teasing smile. "All mine." 

Michael was speechless, unable to keep from staring into Cindy's enchanting, almost hypnotic deep-set eyes as her hands continued exploring his virgin body. 

"Oh my, oh yes," he loudly whispered as his body shivered from head to toe with unknown and unexpected pleasures he'd never felt before. 

His breath became heavy and erratic as Cindy caressed the thick lump in Michael's panties, while continuing on to teasingly rub his thighs and abdomen. 

And even as much as he enjoyed getting this erotic massage-like fingering from Cindy, so too did Cindy enjoy giving it. 

Slowly, Cindy rose and allowed her fingers to travel upward with her, and start to circle the globes of his sensitive breasts, making him shiver even more with delight at the sudden onslaught of pleasures that brought him. 

From there her nails made smaller, concentric circles out to the aureoles of his bosom, raising goosebumps all over his flesh.

"Oh god, Cindy," Michael cried out. "Too much! It's just too much!"

"Really, girl," Cindy asked, looking deep into Michael's wild, expressive eyes. "Well then, missy. I suggest you strap yourself in for a long and wild ride, because the seas are about to get a lot rougher. I'll tell you now, love, the high tide has just come in!"

"Oh fucking hell," Michael groaned, anticipating what, he really didn't know, but from the thrills going through his body so far, he really hoped that maybe, just maybe, it might be a little more fun than the time on the Titanic. 

As Cindy finished speaking, her fingers reached the tip of his ultra sensitive nipples. Once there, she first pinched them lightly and then began to grip them harder until Michael's knees began to fail him because of the sudden and overwhelming erotic sensations he suddenly felt come over him.

"Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn," he groaned, as he slowly tried to collapse, held aloft only by Cindy's grip on his nipples. 

Then, releasing her hold slowly, Cindy soothingly massaged and caressed the entire globes of his breasts to soothe away the pain she had caused and excite the nerve endings there to an unexpected point that had Michael gasping with need again.

After this, Cindy allowed Michael to sit down gently on the surrounding lip of the tub and reached over to turn off the water that was filling it. 

Then she turned back to him and began to gently caress his cock and balls, lovingly and gently sliding her fingertips over and around the taut flesh of his hardened shaft, masked still by the silky covering of his nylon panties.

"Oh god, Cindy," Michael groaned. "What are you doing to me? I've never felt anything like this before. Never felt this good...never..."

"Shhh...shhh..." Cindy whispered, her lips up close to his ear, her tongue licking lightly at it while doing so. "Hush now, little one. 

"Oh my darling little sissy, in days to come, I'm going to show you such joy as you've never seen before. But for tonight I'm just going to give you a little taste of what's in store for you should you decide to stay."

"Oh shit," Michael moaned, so turned on he couldn't think straight. "Already it feels so great. Why would I ever want to leave you, Cindy?"

Ignoring Michael's question, Cindy began by raising him from the side of the tub and squeezing the two plump globes of his ass as she began to tenderly lick and kiss at the boy's abdomen. 

Her tongue explored Michael's navel, then trailed a path up to his large tits where Cindy first took one into her mouth and then the other, gently biting the nipples of each. 

Grabbing hold, she latched her teeth onto them and began pulling them away from the end of his tits until she felt he could stand it no more. Even then, she pulled at them harder.

"Oh god, Cindy," Michael cried out suddenly, pulling her head tighter into his breasts. "Please, bite me, bite me harder! More! More! Yes, make it hurt, please!"

But Cindy wickedly released her hold on his tits and then pulled Michael to the floor with her where they began to wildly and eagerly writhe about, caressing and fondling each other, locking lips and dueling tongues. 

Sprawled out on the floor, seemingly ignoring the bath altogether, Cindy's hands were all over her young sexy ward, concentrating especially on his ass.

Michael then arched his back, thrusting his butt into Cindy's greedy hands as his tits unknowingly thrust into her face. The boy was filled with lust, these new sensations overwhelming him, as he gave himself completely to his new-found friend, confidant, and now, apparently, lover.




A Sister's Revenge Ch. 04



Michael, the suddenly eager, horny teenager, was now so caught up in the heat of his lust, humped his new friend's body, rubbing his crotch against Cindy's still hidden cunt. 

Breaking their embrace, Cindy rolled Michael onto his back, and, moved her head close to the heat emanating from his panties. Then she placed her lips on the sheer pink nylon fabric, around the form of Michael's cock. 

Hooking her fingers into the waistband, Cindy then pulled the elastic down over his large erection, and tucked it under Michael's balls. The girly-boy's cock stood up, a strand of pre-cum stretching from the big, purple dome to his abdomen. 

Although Michael had told her earlier just how large his cock was, Cindy was still surprised to see just how long the full, hard cock really was, when she finally got to see it in the flesh. 

After all the hormones he'd ingested, Cindy was sure that it would have atrophied somewhat, but amazingly, it was, just as Michael had told her, at least 7 to 8 inches long and a good 4 to 5 inches around. 

For a boy his age, she was really impressed. She wrapped her hand around it first, feeling it's pulsating warmth, then brought her lips close and, teasing it with her tongue, tasted his meat for the first time.

Michael propped himself up on his arms to get a better view as Cindy began to eventually slurp and suck on his bare cock. 

His teen dick was harder than it had ever been, having been awakened by the experienced lips and tongue now at play on its surface.

"Oh yeah, Cindy," Michael gasped. "Suck my cock like that, please! Keep sucking my cock like that, it feels so hot, so good!"

Cindy was sucking his cock like it was going out of style, and, even seeing it with his own eyes, Michael could scarce believe this was happening to him. This was something he'd never ever thought would happen, the way his life was going these past few days.

As Michael's breath quickened and his body tensed, Cindy stopped. She wanted this first time to last a bit longer.

"Aw shit, Cindy," Michael groaned. "I was just about there. Why did you stop? What happened? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no, Michelle," she replied. "I just wanted to try something else."

As she spoke, Cindy stood up next to him, removed her robe, and gave the boy a glimpse of his first naked female body, the first one live and willing to be there with him, at least. 

Staring up at Cindy standing there, seeing her almost as an Amazonian warrior looking down at him, Michael was in awe of everything about her - the beauty of her eyes, her breasts, her skin, her shapeliness, and, of course, her cunt, which had hair around it that was trimmed slightly so that he could see the crease below. 

Everything about Cindy shouted beauty and womanhood, and immediately Michael had this sense of feeling incomplete, inadequate, like he was suddenly living half in one world and half in another, and was unable to figure out where that came from.

"God, you're beautiful, Cindy," Michael said, as though worshiping at an altar.

Before he could say anything more, and before Cindy had anymore time to get all flustered over the boy's comments, she lay back down and had Michael get over her in a sixty-nine position. 

Then they both quickly moved into action, Cindy once again engulfing Michael's cock while Michael, in turn, started hungrily tonguing Cindy's cunt. 

Michael, being a newcomer to cunt lapping, did as well as could be expected. What he lacked in knowhow, he more than made up for in eagerness. He immediately licked and sucked as much as he could, his lips and tongue searching out every crevice he could find. 

As he did, Cindy was able to show him where her clitoris was, explaining the importance of that part of the woman's anatomy. Once he found it and began to include it in his ministrations, Cindy's enjoyment with this boy increased 100-fold. 

At this point, Cindy released Michael's prick and raised her head to lick the area between his legs, behind his balls. 

Her tongue slowly worked its way to the boy's tender asshole. As she explored the boy's hole with her wet tongue, Michael moaned into the soft, wet pussy surrounding his mouth. 

"Oh god, what are you doing," Michael asked. "Oh Cindy, god that's so nasty, so dirty, god! Yet, man it feels so fuckin' great!"

Michael had never imagined such pleasure, having his ass eaten out, while sucking this wonderful woman's cunt. His prick was hard, leaking pre-cum on Cindy's tits. 

The firm wetness of Cindy's tongue moving in and out of Michael's ass was getting the boy very hot. He sucked harder on her cunt, trying desperately to please her in return. 

Cindy grabbed Michael's dick and fondled it as she removed her tongue and began to tease the boy's rectum with her finger. 

"Ooooh," Michael gasped. "What the fuck?"

Applying a small bit of pressure, Cindy was able to force her digit to enter Michael's tight ass. 

"Cindy, ah shit, oh god," he groaned in surprise. "Damn it, girl, you're fucking me!"

The more she thrust in and out of Michael's ass, the deeper she pushed her finger into him, the more Cindy was able to slowly loosen Michael's once tight orifice. 

"Ooooh eeww," Michael suddenly cried in amazement. "Hey, that doesn't feel so bad. Not really. Wow!"

This sudden realization caused the boy to eventually understand that there was a great deal of pleasure involved in this type of sexual act, and in days to come, he would definitely want more of it. 

And the moment Michael realized this, Cindy added a second and then a third finger into his ass, at which point Michael felt himself approach even closer to that ever elusive climax. 

"Oh shit," Michael moaned now, beginning to hump wildly back at the fingers thrusting into his ass. "That's really great. Fuck me, Cindy, fuck me hard! Fast and hard, like the bitch I am! Come on, woman, fuck me!"

The sweet meat between her lips, and the intruding thrusts into his ass had Michael panting and moaning. He breathed heavily through his nose, and his tight body tensed up. Cindy continued thrusting her three fingers up his ass while pulling and sucking on Michael's hard dick. 

Finally, while still sucking on Cindy's cunt, the boy felt his cum fly, though again, all it really did was drool out of the tip, all over Cindy's chest and abdomen. 

"Ahh yes, god I'm coming, yes, yes," Michael cried into Cindy's cunt, while still trying to lick away at the sodden tissues there.

Wanting her to get off as well, Michael continued to work on Cindy's clit as he sucked even harder on her pussy until her felt her cunt spasm and suddenly felt her hips jerk and juice shot into his face, as Cindy cried out:

"Oh god, yes, yes, me too, baby. I'm coming too, you bitch. Oh yes, yes, ahhh...."

In sheer exhaustion, Michael rolled off of Cindy, laying on his back, as Cindy rose to kneel beside him, continuing to pump three fingers in and out of his ass. Michael couldn't help but continue to push his ass back and forth in a responsive, knee-jerk manner. 

As she did this, Michael could feel life returning to his once deflated dick until it felt as though it might be ready for action once again. 

At that point, as Michael's chest began to rise and fall and his breathing grew erratic and harsh once more, covered as he was in a fine sheen of perspiration, a smile crossed the boy's face as he looked up expectantly at Cindy as she got up to stand over him. 

At that moment Cindy knew the two of them were going to have lots of fun from then on. 'Yes,' she thought. 'It's time to pull out the toys I've been hanging onto since my college days. Oh, and I've got to load up on batteries as well. Yes, plenty of batteries.'

"Come on now, girl," she said with a new glint in her eyes, offering a hand up to Michael. "Time to get that bath over and done with. It isn't always fun and games around here. Understand?" 

Michael just shook his head in disbelief and, taking the proffered hand, rose to get into the tub. 

The bath, which had to be redrawn because the water had chilled so by the time Michael had gotten around to it, was, as Michael had predicted, a religious experience. 

But after his recent pleasures with Cindy, any other experience, no matter how great, would have been hard to top that, unless it was another moment with Cindy, of course.

"Once you're finished," Cindy called out from Michael's room. "I've laid out something to wear to bed tonight. I'm over in the room next door. Come on over and let me see how it looks."

Once finished with the bath, Michael dried off and, walking to his bed, found there to his surprise and giddy delight, a really sexy and sultry lace teddy, essentially, a see-through, frothy piece of fluff.

"Oh my god," he said, just running his hands over the fine material of the outfit. "It's so beautiful." 

Then, picking it up, he put the bra on first, noticing that it was so light and fluffy it really didn't serve any purpose at all, except to look sexy and entertaining. 

After it was on, he noticed his nipples were hard and reached up to pinch and tweak them for a bit until he was dizzy with pleasurable sensations. 

Next Michael put on the wrap and noticed that the bottom covered only half of his ass and crotch. Even worse, he saw there were no panties here.

"Oh my," Michael said to himself. "Cindy must have forgotten. Surely she wouldn't expect me to...to...no, she wouldn't..." And Michael just couldn't continue the thought. 

"Are you dressed yet, dear," Cindy asked from her bedroom?

"Uh, yes, yes, I am, Cindy," Michael answered hesitantly, walking towards Cindy's room as he was speaking. "But I think there must be something wrong here, that maybe you might have forgotten something."

"Whatever do you mean, dear girl," Cindy asked Michael as he stood in the doorway of her bedroom. "It looks fabulous on you. A perfect fit, and the coloring is just perfect for your skintone. Don't you like it, Michelle?"

"Well...but...it's just that," Michael stammered. "Well, isn't it supposed to have panties with it? I mean, I can't just go around with my...my...dick flopping around like this for anyone to see, can I? I mean, what if we get company or something?"

"Oh, is that all," Cindy pooh-poohed. "Well, don't let that bother your pretty little head. That little item didn't come with any panties. 

"And as far as company seeing you, personally, the thought of that happening is kind of exciting, don't you think? Besides, I wanted you like that for a special reason. Do you want to see?"

"Uh, uh, sure," Michael said, although he was pretty sure he wasn't so sure.

"Come closer, little one," Cindy said. "Come sit here beside me."

Michael walked hesitantly over to the bed and sat on the side of it next to Cindy, who was lying in the middle of it, atop the blankets. When he was seated, Cindy began to gently, softly caress and stroke Michael's slowly hardening cock.

"Michelle," Cindy started. "Lift up my nightie, would you?"

"I'm sorry," he asked, thinking he'd heard wrong.

"I asked if you'd please, missy," she repeated. "Raise up my nightie, like a good girl?"

Hoping for more fun and games, Michael did as Cindy asked.

Slowly, unerringly raising the hem of her nightgown, as though unveiling a masterpiece of famous artwork, Michael finally revealed what hidden treasures lay beneath.

"This, Michelle," Cindy said to a gawking Michael. "Is my gift to you."

"Oh my fucking god," Michael groaned, and then, immediately after spurting a stream of cum into Cindy's hand, fainted away at the mouth-watering sight of Cindi's 12 inch strap-on dildo that she allowed to pop up from between her legs.

"Well now," Cindy pondered, looking over Michael's prone, lifeless body. "I definitely wasn't expecting that."



A Sister's Revenge Ch. 05



Here, finally, at the request of many of my readers out there, is Chapter 5 of this continuing saga of Michael's descent (ascent?) into womanhood begun by his sister, followed by his Mother, and now continued by a friend(?) Cindy. 

I am sorry for having taken so very long to get back to this, but I was at such a loss as to how to continue. I was really angry at myself for having Michael faint at the end of chapter 4, because I could not, for the life of me, think of a way to get back from that situation and continue onward. I thought if only I'd ended it the moment Cindy had exposed herself, and begun here with Michael's response, it might have been much easier, but it was too late. Finally, I had an epiphany, and just recently have been able to come up with this continuation. I hope you all enjoy it.

Please note, this is a longer story than I normally write, and there is not really any sex here to speak of. Its sort of a realization of where Michael and Cindy stand, sort of. Its also sort of a build up of things to come. Lets just hope I don't take so long to get to the next chapter to finish the build up.

Please, 18 years and older. Thanks. 

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"Besides," Cindy pointed out. "I wanted you dressed like that for a special reason. Do you want to see?"

"Uh, uh, sure," Michael said, although he was pretty sure he wasn't so sure.

"Come closer, little one," Cindy said. "Come sit here beside me."

Michael walked hesitantly over to the bed and sat on the side of it next to Cindy, who was lying in the middle of it, atop the blankets. When he was seated, Cindy began to gently, softly caress and stroke Michael's slowly hardening cock.

"Michelle," Cindy started. "Lift up my nightie, would you?"

"I'm sorry," he asked, wondering if he might possibly have heard wrong.

"I asked if you'd please, missy," she repeated. "Raise up my nightie, like a good girl?"

A bit hesitantly, though still hoping for some more fun and games, Michael did as Cindy asked.

Slowly, unerringly raising the hem of her nightgown, as though unveiling a masterpiece of famous artwork, Michael finally revealed what hidden treasures lay beneath.

"This, Michelle," Cindy said to a gawking Michael. "Is my gift to you."

"Oh my fucking god," Michael groaned, and then, immediately after spurting a stream of cum into Cindy's hand, fainted away at the mouth-watering sight of Cindy's 12 inch strap-on dildo that she allowed to pop up from between her legs.

"Well now," Cindy pondered, looking over Michael's prone, lifeless body. "I definitely wasn't expecting that." 

Ch. 6

Unsure what to do, Cindy removed the strap-on and waited for about 2 or 3 minutes. When the boy did not awaken, Cindy began to worry some.

Then she got a wickedly devious plan that she thought the two would enjoy, or at least she hoped he would, because she was definitely going to have great fun with it.

Taking the dildo in hand, Cindy rubbed it gently against her damp pussy to try to get it even more wet with her juices of excited desire. When she had it at the right slickness and when she was shaking with readiness, she inserted it inside her cunt and moved it in and out about 6-7 times, until it was totally saturated. At that point she placed it just below Michael's nose, and slightly above his mouth.

Michael, in his deep oblivious and unsuspecting unconscious state, became suddenly aware of a familiar scent, a smell he'd come to truly love and enjoy, and one that he related to a female's cunt. Unconsciously, he stuck out his tongue and began licking the air, at least it was the air until Cindy lowered the tip of the dildo downward until it touched the searching organ, and when it did, it became like food to a starving man!

Cindy had to force herself to keep from laughing at the sight of this still unconscious boy who, out of purely reflexive and instinctive actions, began searching out and devouring the cunt juices off of that 12 inch dildo that had earlier so frightened the boy into a state of total unawareness.

Feeling it was time to up the ante, Cindy began to slowly, gently, push the dildo into Michael's mouth directly. Amazingly, she was able to thrust it gently in and out as Michael still seemed to have some truly baby-like need for this toy, as though it had become some sort of life-saving pacifier to him to get him out of the nether world into which he'd been thrust.

Cindy was pleasantly surprised that Michael was able to take the dildo into his mouth like he was doing, even slightly into his throat without choking and with no apparent difficulty at that, for it was about 1½ inches larger around this his own, and definitely not as malleable. Growing more worried of this however, she decided to try one more thing to wake Michael up. If that didn't work then she was really going to have to perhaps call an ambulance or something.

This time, once Cindy thrust the dildo about 5 inches into the boy's greedy mouth, she left it there, slowly closing off his breathing. To add to this, she also pinched his nose shut to completely shut it down. "Now let's see what happens," Cindy thought to herself.

Suddenly, with a cough and a sputter, Michael woke up and spit the dildo from his mouth. "Shit, Cindy," he shouted, though it sounded a bit funny because it came from a wide open larynx while it was slowly closing up. "What the fuck are you trying to do? Suffocate me? "

Cindy couldn't help laughing at the red-faced boy with spit and her cunt juices all over his face. She couldn't stop laughing and actually fell to the floor still holding her belly. 

Slowly, forcing herself to regain her composure, because she knew the boy was embarrassed, she got up and back on the bed next to Michael, and tried to soothe him.

"Oh, oh oh...I'm so sorry, Michael," she said chokingly, still trying to calm down. "I didn't mean to laugh, really I didn't. I just couldn't help it. You were such a sight, that's all. 

"Here," she said, bringing a hand-held mirror to his face, showing him the sloppy mixture of saliva and cunt juices that had by now begun to dry up around his lips and nose. "See what I mean. But really, believe me, I wasn't laughing at you, it was just the situation that was so funny. Please forgive me, won't you? Besides, I think I'm really laughing because I am so relieved that you're alright, because you've been unconscious for such a long time I was worried I'd have to bring you to the hospital to see if you were okay."

"Well..." Michael said pensively, while studying his reflection in the mirror. "Aw, fuck it!" he added, and then started giggling uncontrollably himself. "God, I am a sight, aren't I? And I am sorry for worrying you like I did, but hell, that dildo is massive, and you wanted to use it on me? On me, for goodness sakes!"

"Oh missy," Cindy decried his complaint with bemused scorn. "You already took 3 of my fingers into that oh-so-precious bum-hole of yours, so I know that that invasion opened you up more than 2 inches at least, and you loved every minute of it. And while you were unconscious, that mouth of yours sucked my baby here down like a pro and you enjoyed that as well. And you took at least 7 inches with no forcing or anything. So don't give me this 'Oh, oh its too, too big for little ol' me and my tiny, tender, precious holes!'. I know the truth about you baby, and the truth is you love the sex we have together, and I wouldn't have it any other way! And if I can get you hooked on this big daddy here, I know you'll start loving to have sex with certain well hung guys I happen to be familiar with. What do you say to all that, sweet-cheeks?"

Michael was totally red now because, looking at his reflection, and remembering the great fun he'd had with the ass-play Cindy'd given him, he realized all Cindy said was true, and the evidence was plain as the juice stains on his face, and the still-tender feelings in his ass. All he could do was admit the truth of it all. 

"Fuck, Cindy," he started, almost contritely. "I'm really sorry for blasting out like that. I mean, I really had no right, because you're right, really right about it all...I know it now. Its just that its been so overwhelming and all, this sex bit, you know? I mean, I'm so used to getting yelled at and spanked and tormented that all this is really new to me, and it just so suddenly came upon me that to have it all and admit I love it and want it and even more of it, is sometimes something I don't expect to be allowed to have. Its just such a shock, I guess."

"I'm sorry as well, Michelle," Cindy said. "I sometimes get too carried away with some things, and this was one of those times, unfortunately. Its just that you looked so delectable and tempting, lying there all innocent and stuff. I just couldn't help myself. And what made it even worse was the sexy, lusty way you responded to my gropings and molestations. It is simply impossible to remember that you are so new to all this, and that I need to take my time bringing you along."

"Well, Cindy," Michael said. "I guess there's really nothing wrong with the way you sort of push me into things unexpectedly like you do. At least you do it with a loving kindness toward me rather than any sort of cruel intentions. And anyway if you hadn't played those sorts of games with me, how would I ever know if I'd have liked them or not? They would have gone by completely untried as I wouldn't have had the imagination or the guts to think to try them out on my own."

"Okay then, little girl of mine," Cindy replied, giving Michael a truly welcoming, affectionate hug. "Why don't we try it out this way. I'll work hard not to go too fast to soon, but if I slip up sometimes, why don't we create a safe word? Then if you are really scared of where we're going, all you have to do is say that word and I'll stop right then and there, no matter what. What do you think, eh, Michelle?"

"I think that's a great idea, Cindy," Michael answered. "What word should we use?"

"Well," Cindy started. "It should be something uncommon, not used in everyday conversation. Let's see...how about Transylvania. We haven't said that word yet today, and I don't plan on saying it in the near future myself, either. How about it?"

"Transylvania..." Michael pondered. "I like it. I like it a lot."

"Good, good," Cindy began.. "Now, my little girl, like we were about to do a couple hours ago," she continued, as she walked Michael into his bedroom, "I think its probably time for us to get some much needed sleep before it gets too late. We'll wake up nice and refreshed tomorrow, talk some more about your future and see what can be done about your home life, if anything." 

As she tucked him lovingly under his luxurious, sumptuous feeling satin sheets, Cindy continued, "Maybe I'll give your Mother a call and see just what's up and what's been going on with her and your sister. If they refuse to change their ways, we may have to get the authorities involved, but I'm hoping it won't come to that. Like I said earlier, it may simply have been a power trip gone terribly awry, and things just may need to be put back into perspective. 

"I'd also like you to think and ponder over this very carefully,,,I know you wanted to get rid of your really enlarged breasts that your family caused you to grow, and I truly understand and support your reasons if you decide to do so. 

"However, now that you have seen the love a person can show you, the love you can actually feel from someone else who actually loves you *and* your big, sexy breasts, I would like you to think really hard again and decide if you want to maintain that desire, or if you actually don't mind having them so much, anymore. 

"Any choice you make, I will support you 100%. Just remember, though. Without them, could you ever get these feelings again?" At that she pinched and pulled at the tips of his sensitive, ever responsive and gloriously hard nipples, giving him a salacious wink, then walking away.

Michael shivered happily underneath his blankets and realized that since he'd been at Cindy's home and in her loving embraces, he had not once recalled to mind his desire to get rid of his once hated tits. He still had to think about what she had said, though. After all, it just might happen that she would not always be in his life, and what if there was never found anyone else like her? What if everyone else after her treated him like his Mother and sister? 

Yes indeed, it was something he must really think hard about. The thought weighed heavily on his mind that night, but luckily, the exhaustion garnered over the past 36 hours finally enveloped him and he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. The first in quite a long time.

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The sun was streaming its golden rays across Michael's bed early that morning when suddenly there was a loud orchestral rendition sounding up of the old "Miss America" song playing somewhere that awoke Michael with a start. Out of the blue Cindy came marching in wearing a lovely blue satin robe over white satin pajamas, out from which projected this obscene massive 12-inch obelisk which was obviously attached to her waist. 

'Oh no, here we go again,' Michael giggled to himself, hardly able to keep from laughing at such a sight.

She began strutting around the room in an exaggerated male stride, thrusting the dildo outwards with great pride. Then she began to sing out, "Here he is, Mister America, here he is, he's your ideal..." And with that she fell over laughing at the sight she knew she must be presenting, while at the same time, Michael finally broke down, and then couldn't stop laughing at the absurd vision of this girl with the 12-inch cock strutting around like some proud rooster who'd just finished laying out some 10 or 20 hens. 

"Well," she said with a loving smile, when she finally stopped laughing. "At least you didn't faint this time."

And at that, Michael realized she was right. He saw that same life threatening dildo come prancing out like that, again attached to that same sexy body, and it never occurred to him to be terrified of it. It was just an inanimate object that was really something you could have fun with and play with. Maybe he would enjoy getting to know it better after all.

Michael wasn't aware of the fact he'd been watching Cindy with something like a gleam in his eyes, unconsciously licking his lips while concentrating his focus on the shamelessly obvious and apparently desirable rod extending so obscenely from her groin, a focus so intent that it could only be interpreted as a stare of lustful desire.

So intense was this stare and Michael's subsequent actions that Cindy noticed and began to grin with joyous intent. 'Yes,' she wondered, believing this might be just the right time and, taking a chance, slowly began to approach his bed. Then, suddenly changing her mind, she stopped and turned around going back to her room, realizing there were more important, immediate concerns they needed to take care of. This could wait until later.

"Okay, lover," Cindy said as she was exiting. "That's enough fun for the moment. Time to get off your pretty little fanny and start the day. Why don't you take a quick bath and meet me in the kitchen for breakfast. We'll discuss the day's events once we get back together. I'm going to call in and take off work for the day, and since I'm off the next 2 days, it will give us a nice, long, 3 days together to get to know one another better."

"Okay Cindy," Michael said. "I'll do that. Besides, I love the idea of sinking into that tub of yours. Its really hard to keep me away from it after last night's bath."

"Good, baby," she replied. "And use a shower cap. No since washing your hair until we decide what to do with it." 

"Yeeeaas mom," He answered jokingly, using an exaggerated tone of exasperation on her. When Cindy looked back at him in wonder, he responded by playfully pinching his nose and sticking out his tongue.

While fixing up a breakfast of bacon and eggs, Cindy reflected on the fact that at least Michael already had a nice long hairstyle that was sill in fashion for the boys in this day and age, although it was starting to get more popular to have it cut a bit shorter now. But at least the way it was didn't detract from the effeminate course his Mother had already started the boy on. She shuddered at the thought of the boy wearing a crew-cut and having to deal with all that he was going through on top of maybe having to wear a wig to keep from being ridiculed too badly.

Just as she finished, and was placing the food on the table to eat, Michael walked in clean and fresh smelling from his bath. He was wearing, Cindy saw, the lacy, see-through teddy and bra she gave him last night to wear, again without any panties. He also put on a lacy, see-through nightie on over it. It pleased her no end to see he did this with no prodding from her.

"Oh, don't you look gorgeous,dear," Cindy cooed lovingly, giving a blushing Michael a brief hug while directing him to his chair. "And you smell so very nice too."

"Thanks, Cindy," he answered. "I used a bit more of the bath oils that were there. They really feel nice on my skin, now that I don't have any body hair -- almost luxurious."

"Well, sweetie," she started. "I'm glad you like them, and you're right. They do make you smell nice and girlish, and luxurious is exactly the word I would have used. Now though, let's eat our breakfast and then settle down to the business at hand. We need to talk some things over, some very important things, but breakfast first. It's really simple, just bacon and eggs. I hope you like it."

"Yummy, Cindy," Michael said upon finishing his meal. "That was really good. I was still hungry from last night too, so that really hit the spot. Thanks a lot."

"You're welcome, Michelle," Cindy replied, while just finishing her own breakfast. "I'm glad you liked it. Now, why don't you help me clean up this mess and take care of the dirty pots, pans and dishes, okay?"

Pretty sure it was more of a command than a simple request, Michael replied, "Sure, I'd be happy to," while realizing that he actually was happy to help.

Before they started, Cindy walked into the pantry and, upon opening the door, took a couple aprons from a hook there and first put one on herself, and the other, a much lacier, flouncier neck to mid-thigh length apron, she placed over Michael's head.

"We must always protect our pretty clothes, dear," Cindy said instructively. "I really should have had you wear a bib while you ate to keep from possibly staining your precious things as well. That was my fault for being so neglectful. I'll remember next time. If I don't, you must remind me, okay? I have the most precious thing in here that you'll just love to wear, I just know it."

At that, Cindy reached down toward a drawer under the sink and pulled out the laciest, most sensuous looking satin bib that only a girl could want and desire to wear, and Michael loved it on the spot.

"I see you like it. That's good," Cindy said.."But that's for later, as I said, while we eat. For now, let's get back to the task at hand."

So it was that Michael and Cindy had at the dishes and pots, et. al., Michael washing, Cindy drying. While doing so Michael tried to get from Cindy all that she wanted to talk to him about, but was unable to garner any information from her. She wanted them to wait until they could get comfortably settled before they began to discuss the subjects at hand. So they talked about her business a bit and her job at the shoe store for a little while as well.

When they were finished, they put everything away. As they dd so, Michael noticed how stained his apron had gotten during the washing and was told to put it into the pile of clothes to wash.




A Sister's Revenge Ch. 05



"See what could have happened to your clothes dear." Cindy asked. "That's why an apron is always most important, and you must never forget to wear it."

Upon finishing that task, Cindy pulled Michael into the living room by his cock, leading him to the plush sofa she had there.

"Okay, sit down and let's talk," she directed.

Michael sat, as she then did also.

"So then Michelle," Cindy began pensively. "You remember last night the question I asked you to think over really hard to try to make a decision about?"

"You mean about my tits," Michael asked. "Yes, that's all I've been able to think about, except you, of course. And I just don't know if I want to keep them growing on me, at least for the rest of my life, because what if you were no longer around? I know you love me and love me with them, but maybe no one else will, or I'll get really tormented by people before I find another you. You see what I mean?"

"Yes, I do," she said. "And I understand and believe you are right to be concerned about all those feelings you have. But remember, those feelings of inadequacies aren't just reserved for boys who happen to have beautifully large and sexy breasts growing on their chests."

"No," Michael asked incredulously. "How do you mean?"

"Oh Michelle, Michelle, my sweet, darling Michelle," Cindy lovingly replied. "Don't you realize that nearly every girl, and even some boys, grow up feeling inadequate about some part of their bodies, who just can't believe that they can be accepted in this world of sex and glamor, when the media says one thing, and the boys say another, and society says even something else? Where is a person supposed to fit in, if he or she can't even find acceptance for themselves in this world?"

"Wow," Michael exhaled. "I never looked at it that way."

"Of course not, darling," Cindy replied. "Because you've been totally absorbed in your own, very large and obvious problems. Of course, your problem is a bit different that the average Joes, I grant you. But if you keep in mind that people are starving in China, and that there are always people worse off than you, it will do a lot to help keep your sensitivity down to a manageable level.

"But I was thinking last night and this morning,,,maybe half the problem is how you've been allowed to present yourself here."

"What do you mean," Michael asked.

"Just this," Cindy began. When I saw you in the shoe store with your family, you were somewhat en femme, but mostly sort of sissy-like. Then when I saw you last night you were a bit more obviously femmed, but still sort of sissyish. When I got you here, I started putting you into something more elaborate and feminine, to make you into the girl you were turning into anyway.

"As all of this was going on though, I suddenly noticed that nobody thought to do anything to bring out or enhance any sort of girlishness in you by any other means except to dress you in quasi-girlish clothing. I'm wondering if we dolled you up completely, if you could see yourself all made up like a beautiful woman would be, you might actually see yourself then as just that, a beautiful woman, and those lovely breasts you have might not appear so out-of-place, might not look so ugly or deformed, but actually like they are needed there to really add to your overall look of sensuality."

"So what then," Michael began with a worrisome look. "You want to put make-up on me?"

"Yes! That's exactly what I think you need to lift your spirits and attempt to find the true you. What about it?"

"Well, I'm not sure," he replied with some concern. "I mean its not something I even considered before, although neither is growing tits. But it seems I do like wearing some of the things I've worn -- okay, most all of the things I've worn, but I never really considered myself pretty looking in any of them. Just a stupid looking boy with big tits in girl's clothes, and maybe that's added to the why as the reason I hate my tits, besides how they were forced on me."

"So then, we'll give it a try, okay?" Cindy asked. "I mean, its just temporary, so if you don't like it we can always remove it."

"Sure, lets give it a try" Michael replied, with a little more assurance.

"Good, then," she said, standing up and pulling Michael along with her into her bathroom to begin his transition. "Let's start your changeover by fixing your hair up into a more presentable look. I've got just the style I want to try out on your long locks."

Before leading him into her bathroom Cindy first made Michael remove his sleepwear. As he gave her the items, Cindy placed the lacy teddy, bra and nighty over the foot of her bed. To allow him to preserve some modesty, Cindy brought Michael a pair of panties to wear and then led him into her bathroom. Once there, she had him lean over the sink there, placing his head into the bowl where, after putting a towel over his shoulders, she began to wash his hair thoroughly. After she shampooed and conditioned it twice, she raised him up and briefly towel dried his hair, leaving it still somewhat damp. 

Then Cindy led Michael to her bedroom vanity table. Before sitting him down there she placed the towel she'd used on his hair over the mirror to obscure his view of the proceedings, then pressed a button on a box sitting in the corner of the vanity table. Michael, however, only noticed the actions of the towel placement.

"Hey," Michael exclaimed. "Why did you do that? I wanted to see."

"I know, dear," Cindy answered. "But I want you to wait until I'm finished doing everything so you can get the entire, overall image at one time. It will be more fun and exciting that way."

"Oh, well, I guess, if you say so," he said. "A surprise or a shock, eh?"

"Well, perhaps," Cindy replied sincerely. "But I will truly make the effort so that it is worth your while, and make the outcome one that you will enjoy, not one you will regret."

"Thanks for that, Cindy."

"Now, let me explain as I go along here," Cindy said. "Because it's so late in the morning, its really too late to put your hair up in curlers, which is what should be done for a proper look. but that takes forever to dry, and then we have to take it down and fix it up and on top of that get all the other household chores done as well. They're just as important as this expedition into the world of beauty we're taking, you know. Something like that should either be done early in the morning or, preferably, at night, so it can dry as you sleep."

"What?!" Michael cried out in astonishment. "Sleep in curlers?"

"Sure," Mary assured him, and added with a sly wink, "Girls, women, do it all the time, and now you'll start doing it as well. It isn't as painful as it sounds, and if you use a couple of soft pillows, you will get used to it in no time at all." 

"Are you sure about that," Michael asked, still unconvinced.

"As sure as I am that the sun rises and sets every day," she replied. "Now, please let me get back to the task at hand or we'll never get finished here. Sheesh, such a girl!"

Next, Cindy began to gently brush and then comb through Michael's lovely, long and thick gorgeous mane of hair.

"Each evening when you get ready for bed, before you put your hair up, you should always give it 100 strokes," Cindy told the boy. "You have such pretty hair, it was just made to be curled and coiffed. I could fall in love with your hair, Melissa."

"It does feel really nice, Cindy, how you just comb and brush it like that," Michael said dreamily. "Almost like a really sexy and sensuous massage. It almost puts me to sleep."

"Good, my love, I'm glad you are enjoying it," Cindy replied. "We'll have to do each others, now that you know how wonderful it feels. I really enjoy having it done for me, but its rare that I can get anyone to do it anymore, since I've lived alone like this.

"However, I think that's enough for now. Let's continue on, shall we? Next thing on the agenda is to put a little style and shape into these lovely locks of yours."

On saying that, Cindy reached over to the box on the corner of her vanity table and flipped up the lid to remove a heated roller from it.

As Michael looked up at it, she inquired, holding it before him, "Have you ever seen one of these, missy?"

"Yeah, I think so," he replied. "In commercials, I think."

"These are called 'hot curlers', " she said. "With these you can curl your hair in just a few minutes, and not have to sleep in curlers at night. They're really best for a quick fix rather than for an all day hold like you get from regular curlers. So if you find yourself with a hot date in just a couple hours, these work great for that fast pick-me-up so you can get out the door in a hurry. They're like a curling iron, but much better as they hold for a much longer time. Here' let me show you."

Then Cindy started to wrap Michael's hair around the first curler and he could feel its tightness and heat the minute it was being attached. Slowly, she began to curl his hair with the other heated rollers.

"Next time," Cindy stated, "I'll let you watch all this so you can eventually learn to do it yourself. And I want you to watch closely when I do, because I won't always be around when you need to get all primped up for a date with some handsome stud, understand?" 

Again, Cindy winked broadly at her little girly-boy being made up really sexily under her mastery, and seeing him shiver some at her words as he looked up at her in wonderment and curious amazement, as if that could never happen to him, could it? And then wondering why not, wasn't he pretty enough?

Finally, with his hair completely done up in about 15 pink rollers, Cindy said, "Now that that's done, let's work on your face some."

"My face," Michael asked incredulously. "Haven't you done enough yet?" 

"No, I haven't missy," Cindy answered. "A woman is only half made up without her makeup on. Besides, we talked about this before we started it all, deciding to try and make you all girly-like so you can see what you'd look like instead of looking like some boy walking around with large bosoms, remember?"

"Oh, geez," Michael whispered. "Damn, that feels like it was so long ago. I nearly forgot what we talked about, that it was a whole makeover. Sorry 'bout that. Okay, let's go on, then."

"Okay. Well, let me go get another chair so I can sit and see what I'm doing. In the meantime, you turn around and face me so I can watch you and see your face as I work on it."

When Cindy returned with the chair, she sat before Michael and, taking his face in her hands, lifted it up and turned it left and then right, examining it extremely closely.

"Okay," Cindy said. "First thing we need to do is clean up these eyebrows a little, they are much too bushy for a sexy lady to have."

At that, she reached into her drawer and pulled out a pair of tweezers and began pulling out his eyebrows. 

"Ouch! That hurts," Michael cried out as he pulled back slightly. "What are you trying to do to me, anyway? "

"Come on now, dearie," Cindy chided. "Don't be such a sissy! We all have to go through a little pain to make ourselves beautiful. Come on, be a man, let me continue my work here."

"Okay, okay." Michael said contritely. "I'm sorry. I was just surprised, that's all. After all, this is my first time, you know. But don't worry, I can take it now, now that I now what to expect."

"Good," Cindy said, somewhat gentler. "I'll go on now under that promise. But if you cause anymore interruptions, I'll stop in the middle of all this and leave you here with a half made-up face."

"Don't worry, I won't interrupt you anymore," Michael assured her.

Cindy smiled, realizing she had his promise to let her do anything she wanted, so she proceeded to pluck his eyebrows again. This time without complaint, Cindy pulled one, then two, from one side then two from the other side, the continued on until Michael's brows turned into pencil thin arches that would take a very long time to grow out again, as if she would ever allow that to happen. No, not damn likely, she was thinking as she perused the beginnings of a lovely countenance of the unknowing boy.

"Please tell me you're finished now," Michael pleaded. "I really can't stand any more of this agony, Cindy."

Giving the boy a last look, Cindy smiled as she nodded and replied, "Yes, all done. Your eyebrows are lovely now. I think you'll love the look when you see the overall picture when we finish."

"Thank god," the boy replied. "I almost died there toward the end, but I really can't wait to see what you've done. Can I look yet?"

"Heavens no, Michelle dear," Cindy replied. "Next we have to do your make-up, and then we need to finish your hair. After that we get to dress you up and after that, you get to look. Okay"

"Oh god, " Michael moaned. "You're kidding, right? No, of course you aren't. Okay then, let's finish up so I can see what I look like." 

As an after thought, he suddenly thought to ask, "After we do this, we're going to take it all of and get everything back to normal, right?"

"Sure we are," Diane said reassuringly, "If you still want to, that is. I'm not sure you will once you see the finished product, though. 

"Still," she continued with a truly sincere sounding hurtfulness in her voice, "It would really make me happy if you didn't change back just yet - at least not right away. Don't you want to make me happy, after all the time and effort I've put into this remaking of yourself, so you can see just how long your nice looks can last? I would feel so hurt if you didn't want to do so. Please, for me?"

"Well," Michael said regretting he even broached the idea. "I guess I can stay like this for a while longer, just for you. I mean, you've been so nice to me, and done this for me. Sure, why not."

"Good then,." Cindy said, brightening up quickly. "So let me get started." 

Cindy began by applying a light coating of foundation with a damp sponge. 

"One thing beneficial about giving you those hormones," Cindy said while examining his face closer, "Is that they have slowed down the growth of any facial hair you should have about now. You don't have to worry about shaving every day like most boys your age. Just keep debilitating or shaving the hair off the rest of your sexy, little body, you little munchkin, you. You might even consider getting a wax job. A waxing can keep those pesky little hairs from returning for 3 months or more. No shaving or debilitating necessary then."

As Cindy was offering this interesting tidbit, she continued doing up his face by applying mascara to his eyelashes, which seemed to make his already longish lashes appear even longer and fuller. Then she put a hint of blush to his cheeks and blended it in with a tissue, and afterward dusted his face with powder. 

Taking a second look at her creation, as that was what she was now considering her little sissy, she pulled out from her drawer what could only be described as a medieval torture device.

"Hey," Michel shouted, pushing it away. "What the hell is that thing?"

"Oh, sorry," Cindy said apologetically with a slight giggle. "I forgot you wouldn't know about such a thing, forgetting you were a boy and all for just a moment. This is an eyelash curler. I'm just going to make your beautiful lashes even moreso." Michael cringed a little as Cindy brought the evil looking device up close to his eyes, and had to concentrate hard to hold his head perfectly still as she clamped and released his eyelashes forcing them into a saucily curled upward curve. With the mascara added to them, his lashes also appeared much longer than they normally did. 

Moving onto his cheeks, Cindy brushed a powder on with a large, soft makeup brush. She used a light pink blusher to highlight his cheekbones.

She then added a bright pink lipstick, just a shade or two darker than his blusher, to his lips. She applied it somewhat heavily, then had Michael press his lips on a Kleenex she provided to blot it some to even it out and remove some of the excess . Once she was finished, she sought out a fingernail and toenail polish that matched his lipstick, noticing that Michael was continually licking his lips hungrily, or so it would appear to the casual observer.

"Tastes nice, doesn't it, missy," Cindy asked.

"God, I can't believe how sexy my lips feel," Michael replied. "Yes, it really does taste nice."

Then he noticed Cindy pick up the bottle of nail polish.

"You're kidding, right," Michael asked incredulously. "Fingernail polish too?"

"And toenail polish," Cindy added. "You need to finish the look, don't you?"

Without awaiting an answer, Cindy found what she was looking for and put it aside while she looked over Michael's nails. 

"Well," She started, picking up an Emory board. "For a boy, they're not in bad shape, but they do need some work. At least you don't bite your nails. However, in the future you must do a better job keeping them neat and presentable, especially when caring for your delicate undies and lingerie. 

"A good thing to keep in mind also - it's always better to file rather than clip your nails, because you get a sexier look with a file. If you break a nail, you can clip off the broken end, but then file the remaining nail down smooth. 

"Also, filing the nails into smooth ovals instead of square edges like most men do will cut down on the risk of catching the edge of your nails on your delicate materials or worse, catching the edge on something hard and chipping or breaking them."

As Michael sat through this ordeal, watching his hands become more and more feminine, the words Cindy spoke seemed to make a strange sort of sense to him, in a twisted sort of way. If he didn't think to hard about it, it seemed to be just the thing he ought to do at this point in his life. After all, didn't he want his nails to look nice and sexy? Sure he did.

As these thoughts were drifting lazily through his head, Cindy took a large pedicure file and filed the dead skin off the bottom of his feet, and smoothed off the rough edges of his toenails so they were free of snags as well. Once finished, she released his feet. Going back to Michael's fingernails, Cindy applied two coats of a dark pink polish to them.

"Okay, little one," She told Michael. "Let these dry and then we'll add a top coat of nail hardener. Right now let's get those toes colored. After we do those your fingernails should be dry."

Saying that, she lifted Michael's right foot into her lap and began coating the nails. Then she repeated the process with his left foot. 

Releasing it, she said, "Okay, let those sexy little things dry, and we'll add the nail hardener to your fingernails."

After that was done while waiting for everything to dry, Cindy returned to the boy's hair and began removing the rollers. Once out, his head turned into a mass of luscious, springy curls. Cindy took a brush and began to turn them into sexy delightful waves of lustrous blonde locks, flowing over the boy's head and nearly down to his shoulders. This she sprayed liberally with an unscented hairspray to hold his hair for the remainder of the day.

As Cindy finished off her creation with a spray of her favorite perfume, Opium, she announced to Michael, "I used an unscented hairspray so that it doesn't clash with your perfume.

"Now," she continued, "We are nearly completed here. The next step is getting you dressed up. The first thing I need to do is go to the back of my store and retrieve something very important for your progression into womanhood. I'll be right back. Don't you dare look at yourself while I'm gone. I'll be very disappointed if you do."

As she turned to leave, Michael shouted after her, "Don't worry, Cindy. I promise not to look."

Just a few minutes later, Cindy returned with a small garment that appeared to be a pair of panties of some sort.




A Sister's Revenge Ch. 05



Telling Michael to stand up in just his panties like he was, she instructed, "I want you to stand there like that for a moment."

"Yeah," he started, "So what?"

"Take a look at that unsightly bulge there pushing out the front," she said.

"What," Michael almost shouted. "What do you mean unsightly? I thought you liked this bulge, as you call it."

"I do, at home here, I really love it," Cindy replied reassuringly. "But we can't have you going out and about in a dress looking like that. It would be a dead giveaway that you are a boy in a dress with large breasts. Here," Cindy said. "I'll show you what I mean. Go ahead and remove your panties. After you do so, I want you to put this on. You'll see an amazing difference right away"

"Why," Michael asked. "What is this thing?"

"Its called a gaffe," Cindy replied. "Transvestites and female impersonators wear them to hide the nasty male bulge they have. After it's in place it gives them a more feminine looking front. Now, like I said, I really adore that lovely tool you carry around there, I really do. But for the purposes of our making you up into a woman, that thing has got to go. Sorry."

"And you just happened to have this lying around, eh?" Michael asked with suspicion.

"As a matter of fact, yes," Cindy answered. "Among my somewhat limited clientele, I happen to have a few guys who like to dress up on occasion and come to me because I'm very small and very discreet. Of course, they're not as well developed as you, but their tastes lie in a similar direction. I have several of these in the store just for them and their desires."

"Wow," exclaimed a stunned Michael. "I'd heard of such people, but didn't expect to hear about them living at my back door, or rather your back door."

"Oh yes, dear," Cindy assured him. "You'd really be surprised. Now, let's try the thing on and see how it looks on you. The instructions are on the package. Oh, and use this desensitizing cream. It will help dull any pain that comes from the initial placement of the gaffe. I should warn you, it will hurt for the first couple hours or so. But you will get used to it the longer you wear it."

So Michael removed his lacy panties and, first, taking the ointment, rubbed it liberally over his enlarged rod.

"B. T. Ointment..." Michael read aloud. "What does the B. T. stand for?"

"Um," stammered Cindy. "Basic Therapy, or something like that. Now hurry, we still have to finish getting you dressed."

Cindy gave a sigh of relief and smiled at her quick thinking there as she didn't want Michael to know that it actually stood for Barely There, and that the way it offered relief was to shrink his genitals. 

After the cream was painted on and massaged in, Michael took the flesh-colored gaffe and, looking at it, just had to make one more remark

"Look at this thing, Cindy," he began. "Its so tiny. You must have gotten the wrong size. I mean, I don't like to brag, but I won't fit into this darn thing." 

"Oh pooh, dearie," She said dryly. "According to the package label, its made to your measurements. Besides, I have some customers larger than you who fit into it easily. Now stop procrastinating and put it on!"

So he pulled it up his legs, moving it into place over his groin as per the instructions on the package. Despite the gaffe supposing to be his size, and despite following instructions, Michael had a difficult time putting the thing on. He soon realized that everything had to be precisely placed for him to endure the torture that the hellish device brought on him.

"Oh shit, that hurts," Michael groaned in agony. "You're right, this really does hurt a lot."

"Well," Cindy reminded him. "Just keep wearing it, like I said, and the pain will gradually go away completely. I promise."

When he replaced his panties, Michael was amazed to see he did have a smooth, feminine front, just like the boy on the cover of the package.

"Wow,"he gasped in amazement. "This thing really works, doesn't it? I really look like a girl now, all right!"

"Yes, dear. That's much better, much nicer," Cindy gushed. "Now you can see why when you dress up to go out and about, in fact all the time from now on, you need to wear your gaffe. I'll get you a spare for when the other is in the wash."

"You bet, Cindy," Michael said. "That's for sure!"

"Now, let's put on the bra."

As Michael was about to reach for the bra he'd been wearing, Cindy stopped him, saying, "No, wait. I have this new one I want you to try. Its color will match the outfit I was planning on having you wear. Also, its a different style that will both look quite sexy and better support and ease the pain you might feel from walking around with your stretched flesh being pulled down too terribly much"

As she spoke, Cindy had Michael lean over so that his breasts could fall comfortably into the cups of the new Wonder Bra she'd gotten him to put on. Even though the color was a better match for the outfit she planned for him as she'd said, what she really wanted to see was how much more oomph the under-wire uplift of the bra would add to his already bounteous bosom. Seeing how it was advertised to turn women into sex magnets, she wanted to see just how much of the same it would convert her loving Michelle, and also to see if it would do anything to his mindset at all. This particular brand was a demi-cup that left the top of his bosom and the top half of his nipples exposed to the elements, and to much, much more than even that. 

"Now, stand up slowly," Cindy instructed as she brought the straps together behind the boy's back.

Michael noticed right away a difference between the way this bra felt compared to the way all the others did that he'd worn. As Cindy completed fastening the hooks and eyes together behind him, Michael found that the cups were pulled both inward and upward quite firmly, which compared very differently from his previous bras, which only pulled inwards.

Once the straps were hooked and adjusted tightly enough, Cindy grabbed any excess flesh she could find and, adding it to his bosom, pulled it all up into the cups of the bra. Once finished, Michael's breasts not only filled the rounded cups fully, but now overflowed the cups like a shimmering waterfall, giving an appearance of massive pools of quivering jello. They also stood out much further than ever before, a full 4 inches from his body.

Cindy smiled at the outcome, and just couldn't wait any longer to reveal at least this much of Michelle's surprise to her. Retrieving a large hand-held mirror from her vanity table, she brought it up to Michael.

As she reflected his new and improved bust to him, she said, "Here Michelle, is part of what lies in store for you if you continue with this little game of ours. What do you think? Do you like it?"

Michael couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was stacked! He had tits like he'd seen on the full-bodied peasant girls in pirate movies and such. He blushed a bright crimson when he then realized that he could easily be mistaken (and taken!) for one of them now.

"Cindy," he exclaimed in excited horror. "This bra makes me look...huge! Almost indecent, even!"

"It does, doesn't it," She asked innocently. "It's just a different size, though. But really, girl. In that bra, and killer heels and a micro-mini dress, you could walk the streets of any city's red zone and compete with the best of any slut or whore there, I tell you. I mean, you've got to admit it, you see the same thing I do, right?"

"Well, gee Cindy," Michael started out, totally embarrassed. "I mean, I'm not like that, really. And you know it, I mean you do, don't you?"

"Well gee, Michelle," she replied, trying to sound sincere. "I'll tell you what. I *thought* I knew you, but seeing how easily you can change over like that does make me wonder what else you might be able to change over into. I mean, I just can't help but wonder, that's all."

Michael looked at Cindy with a bit of horror in his luscious looking eyes, wondering how things could have gotten so far out of hand. It wasn't any of his doing, was it? Looking constantly at his reflection though, all Michael could do was wonder. Could this really be his true self coming out like this, showing off the true, inner slut buried within? He shuddered just imagining it, and wondered if the shudder was one of fear, loathing or lusty anticipation.

"Well," Cindy said, disturbing Michael's disquieting thoughts. "If you're finished admiring yourself, we need to finish up here. Give me back this mirror and let's continue."

"I...I wasn't admiring myself," Michael protested while blushing a deep red. "I...I was just, just , just..."

"Yes, of course, honey, I understand," Cindy cooed sexily, then laughingly added, "You were only wondering when the next handsome stud was going to sweep you into his arms and carry you off to some faraway land and then munch the hell out of your boobies, that's all."

"No, I wasn't," Michael protested. "Really, I wasn't!" 

"Whatever," Cindy said in apparent exasperation, although she smiled afterward to show she really meant nothing of what she'd said about it all. 

Then she replaced the mirror back on the vanity table and instructed, "Let me find you a matching garter belt and some stockings. Once those are on, we can put your outfit on and then your shoes, and we'll be done. Then you can look at the total you. After that we can go on with the other things we have planned for the day." 

By this time Michael had ceased to question Cindy about any choices she was making regarding the types of clothing or lingerie he should be wearing and just decided to meekly go along for the ride. 

Watching her head back into her stockroom again, he stood there patiently while awaiting her return without even once thinking of peeking to see just what exactly he looked like. To do so just never even occurred to him. The only thing on his mind, really, was the fantastic set of knockers that had just been revealed to him. It was still almost impossible to believe that those were actually completely real, and all his very own, for god's sake!

Meanwhile, while Cindy was picking out his garter and stockings, happy to see she had some in what appeared to be his size, she just happened by a sluttish red micro-mini dress exactly like the one she was telling her Melissa would look perfect on her. 

Excitedly, she brought it with her when she headed back to her bedroom with the other lingerie. Placing it at the doorway to the backroom for easier access later on, she had also found a pair of delicious black, patent-leather heels with 5 inch spikes, what they call fuck-me pumps. These would definitely give her that sexy, slutty look she'd had imagining her little Melissa walking around town in. Just the thought of it brought a quiver to her loins.

Leaving those with the dress she returned with only the red garter belt and black nylon stockings and showed them to her darling little girl.

"Okay, here we are," Cindy started. "First let's clip this belt around your waist like so." Then she showed the boy how to place his new garment on so that the straps hung just right to clip on and hold up his soon to come stockings.

"Now," she continued, "you're going to really love the feel of these beauties as they caress those beautiful gams of yours. First sit down and point your toes downward. Then, in order to make these easier to put on, roll them into a doughnut shape and then smooth them up your legs like so. I'll do the first one here, and let you do the other, so watch carefully, okay? You want to make sure to avoid causing any snags -- these are expensive stockings here."

As she rolled his nylon stocking up his right leg, Michael felt a thrill go up to his groin, a truly marvelous sensation that was unlike any he'd ever felt before. He noticed once it was up that the toe was transparent so the color of his nails could be easily seen through the sensuous feeling material. 

Then Cindy handed Michael the next stocking and had him repeat the action she had performed, but on his left leg, and Michael noticed the same sensation. He was thrilled beyond pleasure!

After they were both up Cindy showed him how to smooth them up his thighs tightly to make sure the seams in back were even and straight, than showed him how to clip the stocking onto the garter strap by doing the right leg first, then having Michael repeat the actions with his left leg. 

He found it wasn't too difficult, and Cindy was amazed to find how easily the boy took to this feminine-only task. If she didn't know better, it would have seemed to her he'd practiced doing this many times before.

Both Cindy and Michael took a look at this nearly finished form of feminine beauty, Cindy having to stand back to take it all in, and Michael only being able to look down, attempting to see what he could beyond his quivering, bounteous mounds of desire. Both were shocked at the vision presented them, and were unable to make any comment about what they'd just laid their eyes upon.

Finally, Cindy started by stammering, "Um, well, I'm going to get the rest of your clothing and finish up what we started here. I've got just the thing for my sexy little girl here, something I know you'll just adore."

At that she ran back into the hallway leading to her storeroom where she'd left the red micro-mini dress and 5-inch heels, and quickly returned with them.

"Here you are, my little missy," she said. "The little red dress I promised you. With this number on, you'll look like the prettiest little whore this side of Sodom and Gomorrah."

Michael was slipping on the sexy little micro-mini dress while Cindy was making her comment. After he heard just what she'd said, he stopped in mid-motion, unmoving. He then turned to Cindy who saw he had tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"Cindy," He began. "I can't. I just can't do this anymore. At least not this part. I don't want to look like a whore, I really don't. Please don't make me, please. I mean, Transylvania Cindy, Transylvania."

'Oh my God,' Cindy thought to herself. As if suddenly coming out of a trance, she began to think with more clarity of mind, 'What the hell am I doing here?! I'm bringing Michelle down the same path with the same forceful desires that her family did, and getting the same thrills from doing it to her, especially knowing she doesn't want to be led this way.'

"Really Michelle," Cindy finally asked compassionately. "Do you really not want to do this, or is it you're just a bit afraid? Do you really mean 'Transylvania' here, honey, because if you do and if I've gone too far, I am truly, truly sorry for everything."

"Yes, Cindy," Michael said. "I guess I do mean Transylvania. I mean I don't mind most of this -- I really like my boobs like this, a lot better than the way I've been these past weeks and months and all, but this dress, I really, really can't wear it. I just can't be a slut whore for people to see and desire -- not even you! I would be so ashamed, really."

"Oh god, Melissa," Cindy cried. "I hardly realized. I almost did the same as your family did without even being aware of it. It came up so suddenly, so unexpectedly. I'm really sorry, and I'm glad you stopped me and made me see just what was happening before it went any further."

Taking the dress and heels with her, Cindy returned to her stockroom. "Let me take these back. I have something I really want you to wear, something that will look much nicer on you."

When she returned, she was carrying a bag with a store's logo that Michael recognized was a store from the mall she worked in.

"I originally brought this with us when we came here last night," she explained. "I just couldn't resist buying it after I saw your expression when you were looking at it in the shop window."

As she was talking, she pulled out the gorgeous sequined evening gown that he'd so adored when walking around the mall after he'd run away.

"This was the dress I'd originally meant for you to wear from the start," Cindy said. "Before I got sidetracked and started going off in that road toward making you my little sluttish tart. When I saw how you so desired it, I just couldn't keep from buying it for you, knowing that at some point you would be wearing it for me.

"Here, why don't you try it on, instead of that little red thing I was pushing. Like you, I think this would look much nicer on you. This is satin lined, so you won't need a slip with it, which is quite convenient. Here, let me unzip it first, and then you can slip into it."

Michael literally jumped at the chance to put his dream dress on, and after slipping it over his head carefully so as not to mess up his pretty new do, allowed Cindy to zip it up behind him. Once it was in place, he smoothed it out gently to remove any wrinkles that were there. The dress sparkled like a mirrored ball at a disco ballroom, and he just couldn't help but swoon as he felt the lusciousness of its satin warmth enveloping him as though he'd been sheathed in a cocoon of sensual, carnal delights, a cocoon showing off almost every curve.

After that Cindy had him put on some black heels similar to the 5 inch heels she'd earlier given him, but these were only a modest three inches high, just right for evening wear. Even so, he was so unfamiliar with heels of any sort that he still had quite a bit of trouble getting around in them.

Then Cindy came up with a black lacquered 4-inch wide belt and wrapped it tightly around Michael's waist, and that, with his now 38C bust line, helped give him the illusion of having a very feminine body, a very attractive sexy feminine body. Cindy knew immediately that any boy or man who wasn't gay would go after this kid like Superman went after his villain.

"Yes, yes," Cindy exclaimed, as she stepped back to take in the whole picture. Just as she was about to announce him complete, she said, "Wait, wait, there's something missing here. How could I have been so forgetful. Of course. Just a minute, I'll be right back."

After a few minutes, Cindy finally returned with something sparkling in her hand. Stepping up to the feminized boy, she added a pair of sparkling cubic zirconia clip-on earrings. Although he couldn't see them, Michael knew already that he loved them, and that he looked really great in them.

"Because I pretty much only have earrings for pierced ears," Cindy explained, "It took me awhile to find these, It would be a good idea to get your ears pierced, you know? You can get a better selection of earrings that way. Anyway, at your age pretty much every girl has pierced ears these days, and you'd look even sexier in them." 

"I think I'd like that, Cindy," Michael said. "I'm really enjoying myself here with you, getting all girlied up and sexy looking, and I think you're right, pierced earrings would probably look sexier than clip-ons."

"Well," Cindy said. "I'm very proud of you, Michelle. That's a very wise and bold decision on your part, one that will serve you better in the long run. But it can wait for now. Right now, I think its time for your unveiling. Would you like to see how you turned out -- the complete you, from head to toe?"

"Oh god, yes, I would," Michael gushed. "So much has been done to me, I really can't wait to see how I look."

"Okay, let's do it then." she said. "However, instead of revealing you to my vanity mirror like we'd planned, I think you need to see a fuller version of yourself. Let's go to my shop. I have a full length 3-way mirror customers use for fittings when trying things on. Lets see how you look now, after trying on this new look of yours."

So Cindy brought Michael into the front of the store where all the racks of clothes were located. As she was doing so, she noticed a customer, a male, walking up to the door, looking to shop for something, she supposed. She recognized him as one of her special customers, a very handsome, dashing young man, here because he probably needed something more to continue his dressing up.




A Sister's Revenge Ch. 05



Michael, not seeing the man approach, was concentrating solely on his visit to the mirrors. He didn't notice Cindy holding back out of sight. She did so because she was interested to see the outcome of this meeting between these two transvestites once their worlds collided. 'God,' she thought to herself. 'I'm such a horrible slut!'

Seeing himself at last, Michael gasped, "Cindy, god, I'm...I'm beautiful! I really am! Wow, and my tits are really scrumptious looking even with the dress covering them. I mean really fantastic looking! I love this new bra you gave me, and the oomph it gives me. 

"And along with the new feminine front, the dress is even more beautiful and fits just perfectly. And my face, its so...its so...Oh Cindy you were so right, to look like this after all I've been through with Mother and sis brings about so much more happiness and a real desire to live and continue on like this."

"You sure are one heck of a beautiful dame, that's no lie," came an deep, sexy masculine reply from behind, acknowledging everything Michael had said about his image. 

The man had remained out of viewing range of the mirrors but finally stepped into view, and, quickly approaching the lad, gently took Michael into his arms and, while both were facing the mirrors, he began playing gently with Michael's breasts and nipples, rubbing and squeezing them to an almost painful yet sweetly blissful hardness, while kissing him first along his sweet smelling neck, with gentle, teasing licks and sucks. Then, turning him around, the man moved his mouth up and began to kiss him passionately on his pink painted lips.

"Oh my, oh, oh, tran, trans, transyl..." a flustered bewildered and beguiled Michael tried to cry out. 

Each attempt to get the safe word out was smothered back into his mouth by the passionate, devouring kisses and smothering embraces given Michael by the older, more mature man attempting to so devour him. After gathering his wits about him, Michael had somehow become overwhelmed now by the intensity of his own suddenly stirring passions and nonplussed he found himself grabbing the man's face and lustily kissing him back.

"Oh my," said the man after that kiss broke up. "Oh my yes, little girl. Damn it all now, kiss me again, you sexy little bitch you." 

During this kiss, however, Michael felt the man's hand start to run up his stockinged thigh, worrying him greatly. He tried to push him down, to push him away, trying to keep him from his secret hidden there below. But the man was much too strong and too demanding to be put down and kept from his goal by this seemingly teasing lass. He pushed up harder and harder, while Michael tried to hold him back with all his might.

'Oh my god,' he thought. 'What is going to become of me now?'

"Mister, mister," he shouted weakly in a gasping voice. "Please, please, Stop! Don't! Stop!"

"Don't stop? Sure, little lady. Anything you say"

At that the man slid his hand gently yet insolently into Michael's panties. When the boy felt that barrier breached, he gasped in shame and growing excitement, feeling his resistance slowly melting away. 

Unable to keep this mean yet truly handsome man's hand from exploring further, Michael felt his finger actually explore even more until it found its way underneath his gaffe to just graze whisper-like along the underside of his cock, then begin to slide up and down the shaft in the little room that was allowed him to perform this maneuver.

Upon feeling that luscious, delightful sensation of the finger caressing his shaft like that, Michael, so terribly embarrassed and shamed, yet so delightfully enchanted by it all, shot a stream of cum into his gaffe which coated the man's fingers. He then fainted dead away.

"Oh my," the man said, gazing in wonder at the lifeless but still sexy form in his arms, his hand still firmly encased in the tight confines of the young man's gaffe. "I definitely wasn't expecting that."

Still, once he was able to withdraw his hand covered with the boy's seed, the man greedily licked up the tasty treat, knowing for sure there would be many more such treats to come from this girly boy in his arms. All he had to do was find a way to wake him up. 'Hmm...' he wondered. 'Perhaps with a kiss? Hmm...Only one way to find out. After all, it worked with Snow White.'



A Sister's Revenge Ch. 06



I hope you all enjoy this next installment to the "A Sister's Revenge" story. I appreciate any feedback you care to send, and will respond to all who desire it. I really do appreciate any and all notes and letters received from readers of this site.

Yes to those who wondered, I did have an idea of where I wanted to go after Michael's next turn at fainting, but am planning that to be his last. 

I have two more chapters written and almost ready to go. Just figuring out when to submit them as the end of this story still isn't in sight and I don't want to leave you in another 2 or 3 year lurch like last time.

Enough from me already. Go ahead and read. I do hope you enjoy.

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"Don't stop? Sure, little lady. Anything you say"

At that the man slid his hand gently yet insolently into Michael's panties. When the boy felt that barrier breached, he gasped in shame and growing excitement, feeling his resistance slowly melting away. 

Unable to keep this mean yet truly handsome man's hand from exploring further, Michael felt his finger actually explore even more until it found its way beneath his gaffe where it just grazed in whisper-like contact along the cavity in which his cock was constrained, then slide inside the crevice and rubbed gently up and down along the shaft in what little space was provided to allow this maneuver.

Upon feeling that luscious, delightful sensation of the man's finger tenderly caressing his shaft like that, Michael, so terribly embarrassed and shamed, yet so delightfully enchanted by it all, shot a stream of cum from his flattened cock which coated his rod and flooded the cavity and slightly soaked the man's fingers. The boy then fainted dead away.

"Oh my," the man said, gazing in wonder at the lifeless but still sexy form in his arms, his hand still firmly encased in the tight confines of the young man's gaffe. "I definitely wasn't expecting that."

Still, once he was able to withdraw his hand covered with the boy's seed, the man greedily licked up the tasty treat, knowing for sure there would be many more such treats to come from this girly boy in his arms. All he had to do was find a way to wake him up. 'Hmm...' he wondered. 'Perhaps with a kiss? Hmm...Only one way to find out. After all, it worked with Snow White.' 

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Ch. 6

At that the man looked at the still limp form of the young man in his arms, and decided to go ahead. 'Why not, what the fuck,' he reasoned. 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained.' So, lifting the lad into his arms, he carried him to a couch supplied by the store for those who were forced to wait while their significant others shopped around. 

There he sat down, placing the still unconscious Michael next to him in something akin to a lover's necking embrace and once again turned his head to face him and began to passionately kiss the sleeping young beauty when, after forcefully pushing his tongue deep into the boy's mouth he slowly awoke, unable to breathe. 

The kiss, catching him by surprise, caused Michael, still in a half conscious state but breathing now, to raise his arms above his head and then encircle them fully around this luscious, delightful beast of a man who was so delighting him. As the passion of the continuing kiss remained unabated, Michael, because of his half-dazed state, began returning those passions shown him back to this man almost twofold. The man, seeing how this lad was so eagerly returning his advances now, even more deeply and passionately rained his lips forcefully down upon the boy's, as though he wanted to extract the lad's very life force from out of his body and pull it into his own wellspring of desire. 

Feeling this last, even greater, ever more licentious force of desire pulling and tugging at his very soul, Michael drove himself to awaken from the still half-comatose state he'd been in and gradually come back into full awareness, as reality finally settled back in. When it did, he realized what he'd been doing, and what this man had tricked him into believing and was again, unable to accept all that had been going on. The enormity of it all was just too much for him once more and, looking up into the man's deep, sexy blue eyes, fainted again.

"Aw fuck," the man complained in exasperation. "What the hell is up with this kid?"

Watching from her office, Cindy, who had seen and heard everything so far, understood the man's bewilderment. Having realized now Michael's penchant for fainting the moment he found himself unable to bear combined moments of extreme pleasure and somewhat heightened embarrassment, it now bemused her more than concerned her when she witnessed this continually happening to the poor boy.

However, she understood and empathized with the poor man, whose name was Robert Mason, because he had no idea of this yet, although Cindy was sure he was beginning, or would soon begin, to suspect just what she'd grown to learn.

Also, as she'd observed the interesting predicament Michelle had been currently placed in and the paces she'd been put through since Robert walked in the door, including his reactions to those paces before and after his fainting, Cindy became unworried about just how she responded to this situation now that it has arisen. Being so relieved, she decided to simply watch and see how the scene played itself out. If it got too rough, there would always be time enough to intervene.

Getting another idea, the now really horny Robert looked down at the still, lifeless form of Michael's sexy body there and decided, 'Why not? The kiss woke him up the last time, this might work just as well. I've just got to figure out how to keep him from fainting again. 

'I know! Maybe he's worried that, as he believes I think he's a girl now and then go on trying to feel him up as I've been doing, I'll suddenly freak out if I find out he's actually a boy. And maybe he's trying to make sure I don't find that out. I suppose I'll have to calm his nerves some about that once he's up the next time. After all, I already know about his little secret, and like him even more because of it. So I just have to make sure he knows there's nothing to worry about. Wait, I've got a great idea!'

With that thought, Robert went quickly to his car and retrieved a bag and purse from the trunk and returned as fast as he could. Walking into the dressing room, he undressed completely except for a bra and nylon stockings he'd worn under his male clothing. Then he removed some padding and a simple yellow sundress from the bag that he always kept handy for occasions like this when he might want to dress up for a friend. 

Adding the padding to his flat, almost unnoticeable bra, he then straightened out any wrinkles in the sundress as best as possible and slid it on over his head. He then slipped into a pair of 2-inch heels also in the bag. Purposely leaving his panties off as they would only be in his way for what he had in mind, Robert continued on to work on his face. 

From his purse he removed a curling iron which he plugged in the wall outlet and while waiting for it to heat up, took out some rouge and lipstick and added it to his face and lips to make himself look even more feminine. Then he added a touch of mascara and perfume as a finishing touch. After putting those things away, he picked up the now heated curling iron and rolled it into his hair to bring out some nice, fluffy, springy curls, spraying it with some hairspray to give it some hold. Pronouncing himself finished, Robert left the dressing room and approached the still unconscious form on the couch.. 

Looking down at the beautiful femmed -up boy, Robert really couldn't help but stare in awe at the loveliness of this creation lying before him. Even though he had become aware of his maleness beneath his gaffe, the way he was dressed and made up was so near-to-perfect that he still had to continue to remind himself that this wasn't a girl here before him. The job Cindy had done on him, and he knew this must have been her work as he knew her handiwork well, was beyond anything he could have imagined she had the ability to create, even with her advanced techniques. 

Michael's breasts, especially, looked so fantastic, so heavenly, Robert could only dream of sinking into them, the same as he'd done years ago when, as a child, he would just plunge belly first into his grandmother's huge, goose-feather bed. A bed so soft and deep, that like this boy's breasts, he could just visualize immersing himself into them, while being devoured and consumed by the immense quivering pools of sensual delights awaiting him there.

Snapping out of his fanciful delirium, Robert finally stepped closer to the lad and then slowly, sexily, with gentle caresses, began sliding his right hand up and down Michael's sequined dress for just a minute or so, then slid the hem of it up to his waist. He followed this by removing the boy's panties, happy to see they were slipped on over his garter straps. 

He was going to remove the gaffe, but recognized the brand and knew there was a hole in the rear for easy access to his ass so realized there was no need to do that. He also decided not to remove his bra as he really enjoyed the way the push-up quality of the thing created so magnificent an illusion he was afraid to see just what Michael's real breasts looked like, for fear of being so totally disappointed in the reality of it all. 

Right now Robert was pretty sure the boy should be getting close to awakening from his faint, and though that was a good thing, he didn't want the boy to awaken on his own. No, he had his own ideas on how to approach that concern. He wanted the beauty awake and desiring him, even later down the road, not running or fainting dead away like before. And Robert had thought up a plan to accomplish that end.

Once Robert felt everything was ready and all was neatly in place, the first thing he did was raise his dress above his hips, exposing his quite impressive though still soft 8-inch cock, spit in his hand and begin stroking it rigorously. Then working a great deal of pre-cum from the tip, he started to liberally coat and then massage it into the skin of his shaft. 

When his cock, now rock-hard at 10 inches long and 7 inches round was really shiny and completely saturated with his pre-cum, he stepped over the boy and, walking up the prone, still lifeless body, and stepping half on and half off the couch, he moved his wet, hardened shaft so that it hung over Michael's face about 5 inches from his mouth, and dropped his sundress to surround Michael's head and upper body to envelop him in a cloak of dank, oppressive warmth and complete darkness.

Underneath, Michael noticed the sudden difference in climate, as it were, and, finding his breath coming a bit short and difficult, he was awakened by that same oppressiveness, finding himself slightly disoriented and surrounded in complete blackness. Thinking it must be nighttime, he dreamily reached over to turn on a lamp. As he was raising his arm to reach over, Michael's fingers suddenly grazed against something hard and stiff hanging down from above and wondered what it might be. 

Starting to touch it with a little more curiosity, Robert noticed the boy had finally awoken from his stupor. Sensing Michael's desire to learn about this object he was touching, Robert squatted down slowly and steadily over the boy's face once he felt the boy's fingers feeling around his over-hanging shaft in a less apprehensive manner. 

Michael, squinting to try and see what it was that was slowly approaching him through the suffocating tenebrosity, had his mouth slightly opened while biting his exposed tongue to aid in concentration, as was his habit.

Suddenly the tip of the thing unexpectedly touched his tongue and on reflex action to escape whatever it was, Michael pulled it back into his mouth. As he did, however, it swiped against a good part of the cum-soaked shaft. 

Stunned, he slowly began to realize it had a peculiarly distinctive flavor, one he did not recognize, but one he also found to be rather tasty. He brought his tongue back out, searching wildly about for more. Happily he found it still hanging there, and since he couldn't see anyway, he closed his eyes and laid back some while continuing to lick and slurp to his hearts content on this heavenly tasting column of tangy delights.

Then, just as Michael was settling in on this meal, it suddenly pulled away and disappeared from his delighted taste buds. As though in a panic, he began raising his head and searching blindly and wildly for this magnificent meal of which he had been partaking. Then, just as he was about to nearly scream for his mommy, it suddenly returned, touching Michael's open lips wetly, silencing his upcoming scream, and trying to enter. 

The boy, so happy now to have this meal returned to him, kept his mouth open to receive it. In his attempt, however, he found out just how huge it was in circumference, and realized he had to open really wide to receive this delectable treat.

Luckily he was able to do just that, and the very welcome intruder pushed its way into his mouth, stopping occasionally to allow Michael time to both get used to its magnificent size and enjoy feasting on its really great taste. It was a strange flavor, both sweet and sour -- a tangy, meaty flavor. Also it had a spicy zing to it that just added to its simply scrumptious overall taste.

But now that Robert had it inside his mouth, he noticed too that as hard as it was, it was also kind of soft and chewy, like a thick, juicy piece of meat, and he felt almost like a dog with a soft, meaty-flavored, rubber bone that was real good!

Shortly then, the huge slab of meat began sliding back and forth inside Michael's mouth, going deeper and deeper, almost to his throat and then back out to his lips, and then back again. Finally it actually went so deep that it really did penetrate his throat. Luckily, he was able to accommodate the massive missile as Robert found the boy had a hidden and welcome ability to open his throat wide enough to do this without much resistance or real effort.

Robert at first was surprised Michael had this ability so well perfected, as was even more pleased as well as surprised to find he could deep-throat a cock as huge as his Neither his wife nor any of his ex-girlfriends were able to perform that little trick. The more he played around with this boy, the more he was falling in love with him. He really couldn't wait to fuck him.

He'd already been letting Michael suck on his cock for nearly half an hour, and was growing awfully tired from the position he'd taken over him. He really wanted to shout to the boy to suck harder and faster, and to tell him what a great cocksucker he was and how much he liked his work, but didn't want to spoil the mood he'd set for the boy. 

He realized the young girly-boy seemed content to do what he was doing as long as it was in this total darkness and he really wasn't aware of the reality of the situation. But doing it in this manner Robert finally got so tired he had to lean over and put his weight on the arm of the couch to hold him up just so he could continue.

Finally, he just couldn't hold back any longer, so he worked on having the boy finish him off. He kept thrusting in and out of Michael's mouth, pile-driving it as though he was trying to break through to the other side of his neck. There was no love here, no casual sex either. Just a wild, unabated, unadulterated need to get his rocks off.

Finally, the end was coming. Robert only had to punch his cock in and out a few more times when it started. Before it did, he pulled all the way out of Michael's mouth and raised up slightly. Then he reached under his dress and, holding his shaft, directed it at the boys face.

Michael, who suddenly felt an empty loss without his fleshy pacifier, went searching about for it in the still-darkened cocoon he was enveloped in, and unable to find it, collapsed back onto the couch in despair. Starting to really get upset, he was about to strike out, at what, he knew not. He was just angry, and not knowing anything else to do, that was all he could think of. 

Suddenly, however, as he raised his arms to strike out, the substantial and rigid shaft fell into his grip as if by some divine miracle. About to bring it back to his mouth where it belonged, Michael felt the shaft suddenly twitch and jerk. Not understanding this development, he released it as though it was a poisonous snake or something. 

Relaxing slightly from above, it suddenly seemed the sky opened up and let the floodgates pour down as it started to rain heavily upon the unsuspecting lad, or so it seemed -- a really thick, milky substance that began covering his wonderfully made-up face, ruining the job Cindy had spent so much time and effort on earlier that morning...god, had it just been that morning? It all seemed so long ago now. 

Bringing his hands to his face, Michael began smoothing the creamy substance all over himself there, trying to wipe it away. However, this act served only to massage it deeply into his skin, now having become much more delicate since the hormones had taken hold of his system. 

Still trying to rid his face of the creamy goo, he smeared it deeper into his skin, covering his eyelids, nose, cheeks, his lips and finally, even into his mouth, which is when Michael learned that this stuff, whatever it was, was great! Even better tasting than the meaty substance he'd been munching on earlier. 

'Boy, it really feels great to have gotten away from that horrible mean man who had attacked me before,' Michael was lazily thinking while still licking away the cum juice that Robert had splashed down on him. 'And I even get all this great stuff to enjoy while no one's around to bother me. Boy, this is really the life, yeah.' 

Robert was grateful to be finished now, sweating heavily from the physical efforts he'd put forth enjoying this boy, whose name he had yet to get. Still, he wasn't done yet, and was about to start phase 2 as soon as he caught his breath.

Starting it now, he stood up very slowly, both to let his aching muscles gradually get used to their new standing position and to finally expose the by now wide awake boy to the light of day and to the man/woman standing before him.

Staying over the boy's head, he stood up enough to get his sea legs back but still leave the boy in darkness. Once stable, he stood up the rest of the way and then stepped over Michael's body to stand firmly on the floor next to the couch.

When Michael was finally allowed to see the light, it was so blinding at first that he had to cover his eyes for a half minute to become re-acclimated to everything blaring back at him. When he could finally see again, the first thing his eyes laid sight upon was this vision of loveliness standing next to him by the couch. Seeing her and the racks of clothing behind her, he finally remembered just where he was and what had happened to him that day and the days previous.

Once everything came back to him and saw it was just him and this very pretty lady standing there, he became calm in her presence, as though her beauty soothed his very soul. Not that she was glamorous really. No, hers was a simple beauty, a kind of girl-next-door look, but Michael liked her very much simply because of that home-town, folksy look. Her presence even made him forget about his just having licked and sucked on some sausage-like thing right here on this couch. He never even took into account that she might have been standing there watching the whole time.

Realizing he was staring for sometime, Michael blushed and started to talk to her.

"I'm sorry," he started. "I didn't mean to stare, but you're really beautiful, and I just couldn't help it. My name is Mich...uh, Michelle. Michelle Franklin." He stopped short when he realized he was about to call himself Michael. Luckily he remembered that since he was all dressed up, he couldn't darn well refer to himself as a boy. 




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Robert let out a small sigh of relief, seeing the boy failed to recognize him as the man who had molested him earlier, and that he accepted his dress-up persona as being the woman he was purporting himself to be. Even moreso, he found her so beautiful that he literally couldn't take his eyes off her. 'This should play well with my next plan to enjoy having this little girly-boy,' he was thinking lustily.

"Why hello, Michelle," he answered the enchanted boy. "My name is Roberta, Roberta Mason, and I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance. You're a very beautiful girl yourself, you know. You have a very youthful and innocent look about you that is quite refreshing to find in a young lady, especially in these modern times we live." 

Michael blushed a deep red and remained silent because he knew if he tried to speak he would only stammer out some silly reply. Therefore, Robert stepped forward, deciding to make his first bold move into phase 2.

"Oh, look dearie," she said with concern to the boy before her. "You've got some cream on your face here. Here, let me help clean it off."

Before Michael had a chance to back away, Robert moved his hand toward his cheek and with his fingertips, wiped some of the excess come juice off and showed it to the truly ashamed lad. Assured he was watching, Robert then raised his fingers to his own lips and, inserting them, proceeded to suck them dry. 

"Mmmm, mmm. Slurp, slurp," He said, making really over-the-top sounds while working his fingers between his lips. "That's a really delicious brand of, what is it dear, milk or cream you have here? It is cream, isn't it? I don't think I've ever tasted cream so sweet and tart before. It almost tastes homemade, doesn't it? Here, go ahead, you taste some."

Since Roberta wasn't taken aback by what she was seeing or tasting on his face, and from the fact that she seemed to actually enjoy it as much as he had, Michael felt he shouldn't refuse her. He thought that to do so would really displease her and he didn't want to do that. Besides, she was even insisting he taste it as well, And why not? He knew from his earlier experiences that he would love the taste. 

"Thanks, Roberta," Michael said, then lied, "Yes, it was cream I used in my coffee earlier today. Its my favorite brand and I guess I did get a bit sloppy when I poured it into the cup. Sure, let me have some of it."

Watching the boy almost eagerly step forward, Robert used his fingertips to wipe some more of the come juice off and slowly pushed it into the lad expectant puckered lips who then proceeded to suck them dry. 

However this time, Michael found the flavor of it, especially cold and chunky as it was now since it had been exposed to the open air for awhile, was just awful. Michael couldn't understand how Roberta could love such a nasty tasting thing. It was worse than raw fish even! 

But Roberta just kept force-feeding him the cold gel-like substance, telling him sweetly how great it was, and how good it was for him. And sometimes she would leave her finger in his mouth and then pump it gently in and out until Michael got this sort of creamy-dreamy look on his face. 

Then he would begin licking and sucking on her finger more forcefully even when there was no flavor left, except the taste of her meaty-flavored perfumed scent which Michael really seemed to enjoy. Besides, since she had eaten some and liked it, maybe it was just something like liver or calves tongue. That is, some people liked it, some didn't.

"Yes," Michael finally replied with all the truthfulness he could muster, and once Robert finally seemed to have finished cleaning his face off. "It is tasty, but I really need to wash up now and clean and repair my face. I must look awful. Let me go and wash up, okay?"

"Sure honey, you do that," she said to the boy as he walked away. "Here Michelle! Don't forget your purse here. I'm sure it has all the things you need to fix yourself up."

"Oh thanks," Michael replied, realizing he'd left without it. "I almost forgot a woman's most important asset. Can't do that."

"Certainly not, miss," Robert said. "When you get back, we'll have ourselves a nice chat, some real fun girl talk."

Once in the restroom, Michael worked to repair his makeup. This was not easy as he had not been able to follow along while Cindy first did his. But he tried to make it look the way he remembered it being when he first saw himself before being accosted by that large, ill-mannered brute.

After repairing his makeup as well as possible, Michael then removed his gaffe and cleaned off his private parts of the sticky cum which had collected there. Then he cleaned the insides of the constricting garment as well.

Seeing the BT cream in his purse and recalling Cindy's insistence that he use it, Michael liberally massaged it into his groin, remembering how much it had helped the first time he'd pulled the device into place around his waist, first pushing his cock and balls up into the body cavities where they belonged. 

The pain was still intense, but quite bearable. And especially seeing how cute and sexy it made him appear, Michael was happy to endure the pain for the short time he remained dressed up. 

After Michael left to repair himself, Robert sat down to plan out his next moves. Cindy, who had been watching everything that occurred since last we'd visited her, stepped out of her hiding place and, making some noise to alert him of her presence, approached the femininely dressed man.

"Roberta," Cindy started. "We must talk."

"Cindy dear," Robert said. "Don't you look gorgeous! I was sure you were out there watching from somewhere. How have you been, and where did you find such a delicious creature?"

"I've been really fine, darling." She answered. "You look very nice yourself, and from what I've been seeing, you've been having a grand time making time with my little protege, Michelle. 

"Yes dear, she is a very precious girly-boy to me, one who fell right into my hands after running away from a very abusive home where he lived with a mother and sister who turned him into a "boy with tits" as he's been wont to call himself. 

"He's only been with me for 3 days and I believe we've had a really nice time of it. But he's remained depressed because he still thinks of himself as a boy with tits. He's had a hard time not dwelling on his anger and rage over what his family did to him. 

"Today I finally convinced him to let me make him up completely, to take him from that scruffy looking image of a "boy with tits" and turn him into the lovely feminine creature you've seen before you. 

"I wanted Michelle to see herself all dressed and dolled up, to show him what those wonderful breasts of his would look like if shown off properly, and to then let him find out what the world had to offer him looking like that. 

"He was just getting his first look at himself when you walked through the door. Since meeting you,I do believe he's had the most fun he's had in a long time, Roberta.

"Now I know you want to continue playing out your games with the boy, whose male name is Michael, by the way. But you can't continue here on this couch or on this floor. Someone is bound to come in and, besides, it will be time to close up shop before long anyway. 

"I suggest you take the boy somewhere with you -- I know you have a recreation room for the fun and games you play with others, so I recommend you take him there. He fancies you quite a bit in your dressed-up role, so I know between you and me, we'll be able to talk him into it. 

"I've known you for a long time, Roberta, so I trust you to treat him gently and with kindness. I will allow you to push the envelop a little as he is a virgin and still quite unaware of the reality of these things and just how far we types are allowed to go until we have gone too far. 

"Oh yes, he has a safe word, 'Transylvania,' so obey immediately if you hear it. Also, I hope you will not talk to him about his home life or bring up anything about the miserable moments he's had to go through. 

"For now I just want him to forget about those times so he can concentrate on the here and now and see that good things really can happen to some people, and that life isn't always one pile of crap after another. 

"Don't go commiserating for him and telling him how sorry you are about how tough his life has been and all that, do you understand missy? Do you understand everything I'm telling you?"

"Yes,I do," Robert replied. "I really do understand, Cindy. And thanks for entrusting the sweet boy into my care. I promise I will treat him sweetly, like you did me when you first met me. 

"I also promise I will introduce him into life's most enjoyable pleasures in many of the most delightfully hedonistic ways imaginable."

Once that promise had been made and stated aloud, the store's ladies room door opened and then closed, and out walked Michael, looking like a very pretty young lady. 

Cindy was very pleased with how he looked, and surprised at how well the boy did applying his own makeup like that. 

He wasn't as gorgeous as she'd made him look, but then Cindy'd had years and years of practice and hands-on experience in creating the illusion of beauty. In addition to this, Cindy realized, the boy had not watched what she'd done so had no real idea how to duplicate the way she'd applied makeup to his face. 

Because of this Cindy was very impressed and surprised he'd done this good a job and was happy he didn't come back looking like someone who'd tried repairing her makeup while riding on a roller-coaster ride, a look she was actually expecting to see. No, she was not expecting to see this vision of loveliness standing before her now. 

Michael was shocked to see Cindy sitting there beside Roberta, both watching him closely as if examining a bug under the lens of a microscope. 

He suddenly realized he'd forgotten all about his mentor since he first went to the 3-way mirrors, and had simply become so involved in everything else he never even gave her another thought until now. Seeing her now though didn't embarrass him. It did, however, bring him back to a somewhat more present reality.

"Um, hi, Cindy," Michael started. "My goodness, where have you been? Roberta and I have been talking here and I'm sorry, but I got so involved I forgot all about you. I hope you haven't been worried or anything."

Michael hoped this little lie would help Cindy believe he was with Roberta all this time, and hoped Roberta would back him up by supporting him.

Cindy, having watched the way Michael really went to town on Robert's cock, almost couldn't hold back her laughter. Still, she managed to contain herself by winking slyly at Robert and answering the boy,

"Oh no, no, my dear, I'm sure your discussions were most riveting, and that you took everything she had to offer you most ravenously."

"I'm sorry, Cindy," Michael said. "I missed that. What did you say?"

Then, practically giggling, Cindy once again said, "I'm sorry, honey. I was just saying that I'm sure your time with Roberta was truly engrossing and you must have ingested a lot of important stuff from her to have been out here for so long. But I looked out every once in awhile to be sure you were okay. 

Seeing how engrossed you were taking everything in like that, I knew you were all right. So left you two alone to your own devices until I saw you were finished with your business, so to speak." 

Now Cindy was forced to put her hand over her mouth in a futile attempt to smother the laughter starting to escape as she saw the wide-eyed boy blush a deep shade of purple once he realized just what she might be saying. 

And though he wasn't sure if it might just have been an innocent choice of words on her part, the fact that he couldn't be sure simply embarrassed him even further. However, he attempted to remain quiet and stoic. 

"In fact, I only came back now, dear one," she continued, "Because, as I was telling Roberta here, it was getting late and close to closing time. 

"However, while you were away I took it upon myself to agree to Roberta's request to let you go over to her place. She really thinks two of you would enjoy a little girl time together, since you seemed to enjoy her company so much. 

"Would you like that, Michelle? Would you like to spend some fun time out with my good friend here, a type of pajama party, as it were?"

"Could I really, Cindy," Michael asked excitedly. "I mean, if its really okay with you, I'd love to go spend the night with her."

"I don't see why not, Michelle," Cindy happily replied. I think it would do you a world of good to get out and see just what's out there for a lovely girl like yourself. 

"I mean, you can't stay all cooped up in here with me all the time now, can you? It's really not healthy anyway. 

"And besides, Michelle, you need to have other adventures, enjoy more experiences before we do anything more about what we talked about this morning. The more you get out and learn, the more easily it will be to figure out what you want to do."

"And is it all right with you too, Roberta," Michael asked. "I'd love to stay with you if you'd really like me to come over, even just to talk some more."

"Sure, Michelle," Roberta said happily, just loving how this situation was falling so easily into place and how simply this beautiful but naive boy/girl got himself so wonderfully woven under this spell he and Cindy had woven so tightly around him. 

"I'd love to have you over for the night. And I'll bring you back tomorrow morning since there's still that something I originally came here for. After all, I never did get a chance to look for that."

"Oh, thank you , thank you," Michael gushed, first to Robert, then to Cindy. "I'll be good, I promise. You'll see, I won't be any trouble."

"Okay, okay," Cindy said, trying but failing miserably to sound impatient as she arose and started pushing them out the door. "Now go on, get out of here, you two! Scoot, scoot! Its starting to get late, and by the time you two get to where you're going, it'll be even later. So go along and Michelle, I'll see you back here tomorrow morning around 10 or 11, okay? Okay!"

Michael was out the door by then and Robert was just leaving but turned to reply, "I'll have him back by then, I promise. I have to do some chores, so I'll just drop him off when I get here. 

"And thank you so much for the gift. When he comes back she'll be so much more ready and desiring to take on the world, I promise." At that he was out the door.

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Once they were out the door, Cindy went into her office and sat at her desk. There she pulled out a slip of paper from the top drawer, pulled the phone close to her, picked up the receiver and began dialing.

After it rang for a while, someone picked up the receiver on the other end and said "Hello."

"Hello," Cindy said. "Mrs. Franklin? Yes, this is Cindy "

"Cindy," came the reply in a slightly abrupt voice in a questioning tone. "I don't know any Cindy."

"Mrs. Franklin, this is Cindy Evans," Cindy continued. "You might not think you remember me, but I was the sales girl at the shoe store where you brought your son about 4 days ago. Yes, that's the one, Mrs. Franklin. You remember me now, right? 

"Yes, well I just wanted to let you know that Michael is here with me now and that you needn't be worried about him. Yes, that's right. No, for the most part he's all right. 

"Mrs. Franklin, Michael came to me later that night very distraught over some disparaging remarks he heard from you and your daughter about what you what you'd done to him and why, and what further plans you had for him. 

"Yes, Mrs. Franklin, as I said, your son is here, and no, no, you don't have to worry, everything's fine here, and no, I will not allow you to come pick him up until we have cleared the air about some things, honey!

"Listen woman, we need to talk! Like I said, I know everything that's been going on, so believe me when I say...we all need to have a long, serious heart-to-heart. No, no, considering everything you've done to him, your boy's doing fine, he's fine! 

"Oh, put a sock in it, lady, and stop your blubbering! Listen, I think I've come up with a plan here to help fix up this little fiasco you and your daughter helped bring about when you totally messed up the life of this sweet young boy of yours. 

"That's right, and you both just better be happy that I am not calling the cops on you right this very minute! That's right, the cops! Look, because I've grown really fond of Michael since I've come to know him these past days, I'm going to do my best here to try and fix the incredible amount of damage you two have inflicted.

"I want you both to come see me around noon tomorrow so we can hash things out and see if my plan can actually work to help this wreck you've brought about so we can salvage Michael's life *and* your familial relationship once more. 

"Don't give me that, lady! Twelve noon! Yes! No, not in the mall, my special store. You still have my card from earlier? Yes, well it has my address on it. Good, I'll see you both here tomorrow."

Hanging up without even saying good-bye, Cindy then checked her Rolodex for the number she needed to call next. 

The number belonged to a Physician friend of hers, a woman she'd known since childhood but had since only gone to when she needed to get her annual check-ups. Once found, she dialed it and it was answered quickly.

"Hello Doris? Yes, this is Cindy Evans. Yes, that's right, Cindy. Oh, I'm fine, yes. And how are you, dear? I'm happy to hear that. Listen Doris, can you put me through to the doc if she's not too busy? Yes, she's expecting my call.

"Hello, Barbara," Cindy announced joyously after she'd been put through. "Hi! Yes, Cindy, right. Its good to talk to you too, dear. 

"Listen, I was wondering if you got my email? Yes? Have you thought about it? Oh? Do you have time to talk about it, honey? Oh good, good. So, do you think there's anything you can do to help me out?"

After a moments pause, Cindy almost shouted with glee! "Oh no! You're kidding! You mean there's a drug out there that can actually do that? Oh my yes, that sounds perfect and was just what I had in mind. Yes, perfectly divine...

"Can you put a call into the drugstore for it so I can pick it up as soon as possible? Yes, that's perfect. Oh, thanks a lot, girl. Yes, the number is 555-4242. Yes, yes. Thanks again.

"Yes, I have a friend who will do just what I was hoping could be done, yes, what we were talking about...yes. 

"And with the use of this aid you're speaking of, I think everything will fall right into place. Yes, yes...

"Now, I was wondering if you thought anything about the boy? Yes, I agree, his is a very unfortunate case. Look Barbs, the poor thing has developed so well I'm afraid if he tried to return to his former male self he'd end up looking like a shell of the man he would have become, and a twisted version of the lovely thing he is starting to blossom into. 

Yes Barbara, whether through drugs, surgery, or simply waiting the years out to see if they would finally dissipate, I think all those choices would be in vain, although, of course, you most certainly should do your own physical examination on the child. Yes, that goes without saying. Yes, yes. 

"Oh Barbs, he really is such a beautiful girl and I feel the best plan of action for her would be to continue on his present course, but with some slight modifications made. What I was thinking was a sort of drug, preferably a time-released medication, or yes, yes, an implant! Brilliant idea, Barbara! What's that? Two years? Yes, sounds perfect! 

"But here's the thing, Barbara. Michael's physical Michelle has developed so well that there isn't too much to do to add to his development. Maybe increase his bra size a cup of two. 




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"But my main worry is Michael's attitude toward everything that's happened to him. Yes, right. Despite the hormones he's ingested, because of the horrible way he was forced into this lifestyle and the way he was treated afterward, he can't find any sexiness or sensuality in the role he now finds himself forced to live. 

"And if a stranger, especially a male, tries to make a play for him as if he is the woman he seems to be, he feels shame and guilt and anger that the man should even make such a blunder. 

"And occasionally, if the poor boy slips up and begins to enjoy the caresses that are brought about this way, he ends up doubly shamed for both he and the other man, and bitterly angry at the both of them for that momentary slip-up.

"Yes, yes, so what I feel we need to do most is give him something that will calm the boy's emotions a bit to help him learn to accept and eventually come to love being the sweet, loving creature he has so unfortunately been forced into becoming.

"Oh, you can do that? Hmmm...So what you are saying is that each compound in the implant can be specially ordered so that the dosages of each drug inside can be raised or lowered to the exact specifications required by the patients receiving the implant. 

"So if I wanted Michael to have larger breasts I would ask for a higher dosage of the drug making up that compound that was required to perform that task, etc., etc. Got it. Wow, that's fantastic, Barbara!

"So, go ahead and order one in the dosage amounts that will only add another one to two more cup sizes to Michael's chest. Then whatever dosage you think might think is required to help the boy become adjusted to his situation. Good, thanks, girl. You're a lifesaver! 

"Okay then, give me a call when the implant comes in and I'll make an appointment to have him come see you so you can give him the injection. 

"When I do, you'll finally see that I wasn't lying about how beautiful Michael really is, because I know you've never really believed me. Ha! We'll see about that, bitch!

"Oh, and don't forget to call the first drug we talked about into my pharmacy as soon as possible. And thanks again for everything. And really, I'm sorry for taking up all your time today. I know your busy and all, and it was really kind of you to take this time to speak with me.

"Yes, yes, it was really nice to get back in touch with you too. Thanks again girl. Love ya, bye!"

Smiling, Cindy hung up on the Doctor, satisfied with the results of their conversation. Finally there was one more call to make and then she would be done. Lifting the receiver one more time, Cindy dialed another friend of hers, a friend of an old college chum.

"Sally, this is Cindy," she started once the other person answered. "Yes, dear. Yes, that's right. Everything is all set and ready to go, honey. Yes, can you be here with your equipment around 12:30 tomorrow afternoon, dear? I'm pretty sure everything will be ready for you to go ahead and give them the works, just as we talked about, okay? 

That's right, the both of them. Yes, that's right. Yes, you might need both your techs most of the day, yes. Okay then, that's good. Thank you very much, Sally, you're a dear for doing this, girl, a true friend. Okay then, bye."

Now finished, Cindy hung up with a satisfied sigh, pulled out a corona from her humidor and lit it up. Then she leaned comfortably back in her black leather executive reclining chair, put her feet on her desk and puffed happily away as she replayed the past events of the day, especially the two phone conversations she'd had. 

Looking forward to the revenge she would be exacting upon her two unsuspecting visitors, Cindy took an even deeper and more satisfying pull on her slim cigar.

'Oh yes,' she was thinking. 'When the pieces fall into place so perfectly like this, life can be oh, so grand!'



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Once Michael was in the parking lot, he saw only one car there and assumed it had to be Roberta's. 

"Is that your car," the boy asked with excitement. "I mean, this is really yours?"

"That's it, honey," Robert answered, catching up to the boy as he was standing next to the vehicle. "That's my little baby all right."

The car, a 2009 cherry red Corvette ZR1 convertible, was in mint condition and he'd never seen such a beautiful machine before. Walking around it, Michael gazed upon this magnificent wonder in awe and simply couldn't believe he'd be given the chance to ride in such a car. Truth be known, he was very leery of riding in it for fear of doing some sort of damage to it. 

This was Robert's pride and joy and was definitely living up to the image of "pussywagon" as it was purported to be, that he'd hoped it would. The love and care he gave this car came in second only to the love and care he showed Jacqueline, his wife of 14 years, whom he truly cherished above anything else.

Arriving at the convertible, as the top was up, Michael was left standing at the door, waiting for Robert to unlock the door and let him inside.

"Here Michelle, let me get that," Robert said as he walked up to the front passenger door. He had automatic locks installed and could have unlocked it the moment he walked out of Cindy's store, but wanted this chance to have a hands-on opportunity to assist the boy into the car himself.

Once the door was opened Michael found himself facing an unexpected difficulty. Although this one Robert was taking as a gift from Heaven, Michael realized he'd had had no practice whatsoever entering or exiting a car dressed as he was. little that 

What with the 3-inch heels, sexy sequined dress wrapped tightly around his well-proportioned and quite busty body that fell to only about 3 or so inches above his knees, Michael was ill prepared to take on such a new feminine task with his totally limited experience. However, all this simply helped Robert move deeper into phase 3 of his plan to seduce this sexy beauty before him. 

"Here Michelle, let me help," Robert said helpfully. "Because the car is so low to the ground, you must first bend over like so."

As he bent the boy over so his back was parallel to the ground she then had him bend his knees to crawl into the seat like so.

"That way, Michelle," he explained. "This way those precious but deadly heels of yours won't accidentally dig in and rip the soft leather seat covers."

Michael thought this was a most ridiculous way to enter a car, but then he'd only gotten into and out of cars as a boy, and his family had never been so dressed up when he'd seen them do the same – they were always almost dressed just like him in jeans and tops. So he really had no idea this was not the way, and did as she instructed. 'After all, she would know best, right? Right!' he figured, still feeling ridiculous as he continued doing as Robert instructed.

Unknowingly, once Michael was on his left knee on the seat, the back of his dress rode up so high as to reveal all of his gaffe since his panties had never been replaced to cover them. And right where Robert knew it would be was the hole put there to allow for easy anal penetration. Robert then, upon pretense of assisting Michael into the car, put his hand gently upon his exposed gaffe-protected rear-end and, after a light push, touched his middle finger upon the puckered ring of his anal opening.

"Oh...Ohh?" Michael almost moaned, and even pushed back a bit, actually causing the first knuckle of Robert's finger to be forced inside the tight, virgin opening. 

"Nnngghhh...gaaahhh!" he cried out a bit more loudly, wondering what was going on as Robert, instead of removing the offending digit, pushed it in even further, going now up to his second knuckle, then pulled and pushed the invader back and forth in a gentle, steady rhythm.

Pausing there, leaving the finger where it was while just wiggling it around a little, Robert, bent next to Michael's face and began speaking in a low, throaty whisper, "Oh sweetie, do you really like that? That does really feel nice, doesn't it? Oh yes, I know it does. 

"But I also know that proper women aren't really supposed to like having their butts crammed full of hot meat like that, are they? No, they aren't. Only sluts do things like that and really like it. 

"I don't care though, because I really like you. And because I like you so much, I'm really glad you like this kind of ass play, because now us girls can have lots and lots of fun together. Now you can be my slut too, Michelle. You'd like that, wouldn't you Michelle? Huh, wouldn't you?"

As Robert continued talking, he kept up the ass play with Michael, beginning again to thrust his finger in and out even harder, but now trying to push past the second knuckle. Once Robert was finished talking, Michael realized he'd managed to push his finger completely in and out of his now less resistant but still extremely sensitive ass hole 

Michael found himself quickly succumbing to the lustful desires Robert, seen as Roberta through his eyes, was bringing about in his body. Michael felt much less guilt for having these desires while knowing it was a woman bringing these heavenly feelings up rather than that awful man from earlier. 

The thing was, despite the way Michael looked or dressed or was treated, even despite the obvious growths on his chest and their luscious sensitivity when played with, in his mind he still felt himself more a boy than a girl. 

So when a boy or man did these things to him, these same things the lovely Roberta was now performing on him, well, it just wasn't right. It felt just damn wrong and he just couldn't allow it, no sirreee bob!

But this Roberta was so nice to him, he really didn't mind this little bit of ass play. After all, it was kind of like what he'd shared with Cindy, and he had really enjoyed that. He was just surprised that since he knew she saw him as a girl, that she would want to play with him like this. After all, girls pretty much only had sex with guys, didn't they? Even Cindy, when they played around together, played with each other as a guy and a girl, and even though the guy had tits, they still were aware of the others differing gender.

'But hell,' Michael was thinking. 'This feels so great. And besides, if all she wants from me is to let her play with my ass a little and enjoy the sensations and be her little slut, then I can handle that. After all, is that such a big thing to ask? Anyway, it really feels good, and I really want her to keep going.'

As Michael was pondering over these thoughts of his, Robert was spending that same time relishing just how much this little sissy here was going so gaga over the fondling he was giving the boy's asshole. 

He knew that Michael was only showing his true colors here because the boy thought it was his nice girlfriend playing with him and not some male pervert getting his jollies by molesting his butt hole. He couldn't wait till they got home where he'd really get this boy under his control and then teach him the fine arts of male-male sex.

Finally Robert said, "Well Michelle, as much as we're enjoying ourselves here, we can't stay here all day now, can we? We really must get a move on."

As he said 'move,' Robert gave Michael an insistent push on his rear and in so doing, pushed his finger into the boy's ass hole as deep as he was able. Finding he'd actually reached the boy's prostate by this action, Robert curled his finger upward some to tickle the gland, and as he helped settle the boy into his seat, began to slowly and teasingly caress and massage the prostate, milking it for a short while, even as Michael sat down firmly on his hand. 

Once he finished doing so, his finger remained embedded as Michael shuddered gently and moaned softly as he slowly slumped into his seated position. 

Robert, feeling the shudder as the boy slumped upon his hand, and upon hearing his slight moan, understood the reason and realized Michael had, as he was trying to get him to do, cum once again in his gaffe. 'At least this time he didn't faint,' Robert chuckled to himself. 

Sensing the boy's current weakened state, Robert leaned in and slipped Michael's seat belt around his torso. Getting up, he suddenly noticed that he was almost face to face with the nearly lifeless boy, who was again struck him by how overwhelmingly beautiful he was. 

Finding himself trapped once again by his unbidden and lustful desires, Robert was unable to help himself and so, allowing those voracious urgings and cravings to overtake his good sense, he grabbed Michael tightly by his recently applied curls, held fast to them, and turned to look into his adorable blue eyes. 

For the first time he saw there an almost a mirror-like reflection of his own from 20 years back and, relishing the thought, pulled Michael's face to his lips, covering the boy's entire countenance with deep, lavish kisses. For the next 5 minutes in fact Robert alternately nibbled and licked Michael's ears, cheeks and perfume-scented neckline while lavishing licks and kisses all along his soft, exposed bust-line.

Then, pulling back again, Robert looked once more at the flushed face of the young boy and growled softly, "You are such a beautiful young lady, Michelle. I look at you and see myself 20 years ago. You will soon come to learn much about the joys we women can experience, I promise you that." 

Then, with much urgency and passion, he again lowered his lips to the boy's, this time sealing them tightly over his open, panting mouth, tonguing Michael deeply and forcefully while the startled and completely overpowered yet still turned on boy slowly awoke from his dazed stupor. 

Even though still somewhat bewildered and unknowing, Michael found he couldn't help but reciprocate all these passions now being rained down upon him. 

"Oh, Oh, Roberta..." Michael gasped breathlessly. "I...I don't under...oh, oh, what, what...Ooooohhhhhhh, yes, yeeesss..."

As Michael attempted to make communication, in wonder he could only watch as his arms rose in desperate, needy passion, watch as they found themselves so naturally encircling this wondrous beauty's head, then watch once again and he saw and felt and loved how they clinched so tightly and even more desperately around his neck. 

Then, seeing, and knowing that finally, this was what he truly wanted, Michael kept this woman pulled even closer, even tighter as he finally started returning the violent, searing and demanding tongue-sucking soul kiss Robert had been so long applying. 

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, after they'd both run out of breath and found themselves gasping for more, and yet, still wanting even more of what they'd just shared, Robert reluctantly broke their hold, chuckling as he noticed how Michael's lipstick was smeared so terribly, and how the rest of his face was now covered with rosy red-stained lip prints. 

He was such a sight, it really was funny, but then he figured his face was probably just as bad. 

Deciding to say nothing yet, Robert stood up from the boy's side of the car and walked around to get into the driver's side. 

After getting into the driver's seat, Robert slipped into his safety belt and started the Corvette up. He looked over at the boy as he was about to pull out of the parking lot and saw that Michael had turned slightly toward the passenger-side door. Robert then noticed the boy had slipped his short dress high onto his thighs, high enough to rise over his thighs to reveal his groin. There he saw that Michael was trying to covertly jerk off and silently nodded to himself as he just realized his assumptions about the lad being an extremely horny kid were definitely on the mark. Remaining silent, he just chuckled inwardly and pulled the car into the main drive. 

In actuality, Michael was trying clean his now cum-slicked gaffe as well as his cum-slicked cock and balls within the confining garment with a hankie taken from his purse. He was trying to keep the thoroughly soaked material from starting to chafe his groin and organs, the latter of which, once dried again, he pushed back up into his body as he'd been earlier instructed. 

Once he again had everything as dry as possible, he added another liberal dose of the B.T. Cream all over the area, supposing that the earlier application had been diluted away because of the number of orgasms he'd had.

Michael was totally unaware of the B.T. Ointment's true purpose, that is was meant to begin the eventual reduction of the size of his package, turning it into about half the size it was at present in a year or two. 

So gradual would this happen that one would barely notice it occurring, and by the time it did, Michael would hopefully have accepted his femininity with true desire and would want to look and feel as much like a woman as possible. 

There was not much conversation on the ride to Robert's playhouse. It was only a short distance away anyway, but Michael was so totally absorbed in his gaffe and trying to clean everything up.

When he pulled into his driveway, Robert looked over at Michael directly. Sensing he was being watched, Michael immediately removed his hands from his gaffe and quickly slipped his dress back down to cover his legs as fast as he could, wanting to make himself appear as neat and proper as possible, under the circumstances.

Worried he'd been caught, Michael fished for an explanation. "I...I...I was trying, I mean, what you saw..."

"Don't worry, Michelle, I understand completely," Robert said sincerely. "That's happened to me plenty of times before."

"Really, it has?!" the boy asked, his mouth open in shock, not understanding why she would have a gaffe on. "I mean, you..."

"Oh my yes, dear," Robert replied with a nice, tinkling laugh. "I mean, well, can you keep a secret, Michelle?"

"Heck, yeah," Michael declared. "You can trust me, Roberta. You can tell me anything! I won't tell anyone, promise!"

"Okay, Michelle," Robert said. "But first let's get outta here and into the house where we can get more comfortable. Than we can talk more privately You know, like real girl talk."

Before Michael had a chance to respond, Robert pulled the boy from the car out the driver's side and under the steering wheel, dragging him up to the front door. As the two stood at the door, Robert pushed some buttons on a keypad and the door unlocked. Once it was opened Robert, in his excitement, roughly pushed Michael through the door and into the living room where they sank into a plush suede couch.

"Well, girl," Robert said, after settling, then reaching an arm around Michael's shoulder. Then, pulling him into a close embrace, she leaned into his ear and gave the shell of it a wet, sloppy lick while tickling the tip of his breasts. "I saw what you were doing there in the car with that naughty hand of yours, you naughty girl you!"

Watching Michael give him a surprised and yet confused stare, he continued on in a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't worry, I sometimes get horny too, just like you. So horny that I have to relieve myself like you were doing, too. 

And just the same way you were doing before, like I know you want to do some more. Yeah, that's right, little one. I saw you, rubbing your little pussy like that. I mean, when I do it, I can really get myself going, you know what I mean, sweetheart? Just like a rocket to Venus! Is that how you feel, little one?"

"You do?" Michael nearly shrieked, so shocked she would admit something like that to him. In a calmer voice, he asked again, "I mean, what do you mean, Roberta?Just what are you saying – like I was doing?"

Then Michael noticed her gaze which had earlier been on his face, had now swept down his body and was fixed upon his wrinkled dress which was resting high above his knees once more, revealing his gaffe, the gaffe that helped keep in his boy parts and make sure everyone believed he was a girl. 

After he saw where her eyes were locked, Michael immediately pulled his dress back down and looked guiltily up at Roberta's face again, which he noticed were now locked on his and watched as she gave him a broad, suggestive wink.

"I think you know, little darlin'" she said, imitating a southern drawl. Then, looking back down at the boy's lap, she added dryly, "In fact, I'm sure you understand perfectly, girl."

'Oh god,' he groaned to himself, so worried that she was sure he was a boy now, and after seeing him cleaning himself off in the car, was convinced he'd been playing with himself. 

'I am so confused. What the hell am I going to do now? After seeing me, Roberta probably thinks I've been rubbing myself off – LIKE A BOY, no less, and is admitting that she's done the same herself. I can't tell her I was checking around my male parts and adjusting them because they were getting all sticky from my cum because I don't want her to know I'm a guy – she'll really think I'm a pervert then. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, I am really fucked!! Boy, am I fucked!!'

Suddenly, Michael thought maybe it wasn't a total loss. 'Look,' he began thinking. 'She hasn't jumped up from here and run out screaming bloody murder. Maybe she didn't recognize the gaffe for what it was, a covering for boys parts. Maybe she still thinks I'm a girl, a girl who she assumed she'd caught playing with herself, I could just play along like that until she says otherwise. Yeah, why not? Okay...'

Suddenly, finding himself sinking even deeper into this sensuous muck and mire that this whole dressing-up game created and pulled him into, Roberta teased challengingly, flashing him his panties then immediately lowering his dress.

"Come on, Michelle, let's do it together. C'mon, you rub that sweet little gash of yours and I''ll do mine and we'll see who comes soonest and who comes the hardest, okay?"

Immediately Robert reached under his dress into his panties and began earnestly jerking off. He of course knew that Michael was not a girl underneath his dress, but enjoyed teasing the boy and felt that even with this bit of bedevilment he was treating him kinder than if he'd told him he admired him for jerking his cock off under his dress, which he actually assumed the boy was doing. 

There was plenty of time to expose their true genders once the boy became more relaxed with the present circumstances. Robert was more hopeful that, at that point as well, Michael would be less likely to faint again, as was his usual wont.

Michael, seeing this enticing woman raise her dress before him, then lower it and start to play with herself, and even going so far as to ask him to join her, nearly jumped with giddiness at the offer.

Suddenly excited as hell about being able to join in such mischief while unknowingly allowing himself to get sucked into a jerking-off game with another man, Michael slid his hand higher into his gaffe and began stroking his cock that was held inside the cavity he'd placed it earlier. 

The gaffe was too tight to allow his cock to slip out of the groove while it was still being worn, so he was only able to slide his fingers slowly up and down the exposed part of the shaft. It slowly tried to grow hard, but it was really painful when it made the attempt to do so. 

There were only two ways Michael remembered having really great orgasms while wearing this infernal device. One was while sucking on that tasty, meaty rod back before he met Roberta here, and just a moment ago when Roberta played with his ass so nicely. 




A Sister's Revenge Ch. 07



Michael really wanted to get off badly, but was too shy to ask Roberta to do what she did earlier, so Michael, in desperation, rose to his feet and lifted his skirt. Then he pushed his somewhat lubricated middle finger up his loosened butt hole and began shoving it in and out.

Seeing the boy go so far as to actually play with his ass in front of him, and seeing how the rest of the situation was looking to play itself out, Robert was growing all the more hopeful that, were he to continue using his present Roberta persona to keep Michael so off balance by engulfing him with an overwhelming cornucopia of arduous, sexual and sensual desires, and realizing if he did this in a slow, progressive manner, he was sure he could eventually seduce Michael into many even deeper, darker, baser desires of sensual pleasures. 

In fact he was almost positive that by then Michael would be pleading for and imploring that he be granted any sexual satisfactions and gratifications he could think of, just to satisfy all those desires hitherto unknown to him, desires soon to be profusely engulfing his endorphins. 

Now however, watching the boy continue to excitedly finger-fuck his ass, seeing the boy bounce up and down on his hand so wantonly, Robert egged him on with great delight.

"Oh yes, that's my little girl," he told him. "Fuck your ass-pussy! Yeah, honey, bounce up and down on that little ass-pucker of yours and make yourself cum while I do the same! That's it, you sissy-slut, you! Yeah, come on, be a slut for me, bitch! I'd never have thought of that. Yes Michelle, you're so much better at this than I am."

"Oh, oh, Roberta," Michael cried out. "Yes, yes, I love you so much, I really do! I want to be a slut for you! Please let me be a slut for you! Oh, Oh, yes, yes, I'm coming! Yes, this slut is coming so hard, just for you, Roberta, just for you..."

"Good for you, little girl, good for you," Robert declared. "Oh shit, Michelle, me too, I'm coming too, real hard, just like you did, oh yes, you slut, I'm cumming so much!"

After they calmed down a little, Robert spoke again, "Now, Michelle, if you really, truly want to be my slut, girl, you have to show me all the cum that you poured into those little panties of yours. Come on, girl, pull it out and show me. That's a girl, like that.

Though he was really shy doing such a thing, Michael went ahead and did as Roberta asked. When she saw the puddle of cum in Michael's hand, she lifted his palm to his face and forced it gently to his lips. Then she said, "Now, Michelle, show me how much of a slut you really are. Drink your cum and tell me how much you love it. Tell me how great your pussy juice tastes. All sluts do that for their friends, right? I mean, you want to be my friend, right? You want me to be your friend, right?"

Completely subdued by this beauty in front of him and grateful to have her as a loyal friend and delighted to be her true slut, Michael lowered his face into his palm and licked up the cum pooled there. 

Never having tasted his own cum before, he was surprised to find it actually tasted good. So good, in fact, that he slurped down the rest of it with a voracious hunger. After all, didn't Roberta say that girls do this with other girls?

'No, wait,' he thought. 'Only sluts do this for their friends, their girlfriends...wait, that's okay, only girls are sluts, right? I mean...I think...oh fuck it!'

Suddenly, Robert took Michael's hand and brought his fingers to his own lips and began sucking on them, one at a time, making obscene noises while doing so. Michael watched in joy and anticipation. He was just so happy he was able to share this tender moment with this beautiful woman, this lady, now his professed friend and he was so happy to have the honor of being her slut.

"Wow," Robert said gleefully. "This is really great, honey. You really put out some great tasting juice there, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Michael answered awkwardly. "I guess so, I mean, I did. I mean, yeah, I really liked it too. I really got myself off, didn't I, Roberta."

"You sure as fuck did, kiddo," he said. "Here then, Michelle, try some of mine. If you liked yours so much, then you'll really like mine, I bet." 

Michael was thrilled and grateful to be asked to taste the pussy juices of this great lady before him, and as her slut, he felt honored to do so. Seeing he wasn't backing off, Roberta pulled her juice covered fingers out from under her dress and panties and presented them to Michael who licked and sucked at them with gusto. 

Again, like earlier, Robert thrust them in and out of his mouth over and over, like miniature cocks. As each finger slipped in and out of his mouth, Michael was suddenly reminded once again of the tube of meat he'd slurped on at the store and again found himself absorbed in the vivid memory it conjured up. He did find it funny, though, how the taste of Roberta's pussy juices were so alike that of the meaty steak he'd munched on. 

'Hmm...' he thought. 'This is really great. Man, I could really get to love this kind of diet. Boy, Roberta is really a nice lady, a really good friend! I sure am glad she let me be her slut!'

"Wow, girl," Robert said in a sort of amazed voice. "You really know how to suck, Michelle! Damn, bitch, like a pro. You're sucking on my fingers so hard and strong, its like you're a vacuum cleaner! Yessiirreee! A regular little hoover, you are, bitch! 

I wonder how good you are sucking cock. How 'bout it, girl? Can you suck a mean cock, honey? Are you finally showing your true colors, you really great and wonderful cock-sucking slut? I bet you are, aren't you? I see its all finally coming out, isn't it? 

"Its okay, you know," Robert continued. "All real girls know how to suck cock anyway, right? I mean, of course, you know that. Every girl knows *how* to do that, right. But only true sluts like you have really mastered the art and technique so well that the guys they go down on really get off hammering their meaty sticks down into those hoover mouths of theirs over and over and over again, shooting all that sloppy, tasty jizz that only true sluts like you really know how to love and appreciate. 

"Yeah bitch, I can see the glazed look in your eyes already, that need you have to grab hold of a mighty torpedo-like beef-stick and suck the shit out of it, munching and slurping down on the big, sloppy, juicy, meaty slab of cockmeat, right, girl? I can also tell because of the way you were sucking on my juicy fingers. 

"Yeah bitch, that tells me you are one slut who really needs a man around to slam his huge rod into her mouth and down her throat so hard and so deep that they get mushed in the bowels of hooverville. Besides, someone with a vacuum seal-like mouth like yours has to have had plenty of experience doing that. 

"And I bet you've had plenty of experience taking those meaty rods up your butt too, right girl? Yeah, I bet you love doing that too, right bitch? Sure, with an ass like yours, I bet you've been getting' banged every chance you can get."

All of a sudden Michael felt himself falling deeper and deeper into a pit of horrible nightmares. He never thought about it, but most real girls did know at least something about sucking cock by his age, and also knew that he did look and was acting like a real girl. 

He did enjoy playing around with Cindy and her fake toy, but never imagined doing anything with the real thing. After all, he was really a guy, and real guys don't suck cocks, do they? 

But just as quickly, Michael seemed to linger on Roberta's whispers and breathy sighs, whispers so tantalizing, sighs so alluring, like everything she was saying was just exactly how it should be, those things he should want, he would want, and finally, was falling head-over-heels in must have lustful desires for.

Robert, feeling the moment was never better, immediately pulled Michael off the couch and into the bedroom and there he sat down upon the bed. Once sitting, he had Michael face him. Then, after saying a silent prayer, Robert lay back on the mattress, raised his skirt and revealed to Michael his own reawakened cock, all 10 hard, thick inches of it.

Michael, still in a glorious, stupefied state of carnal delights, found it impossible to believe, to even fathom! Here lying before him his...his girlfriend...his Roberta, had a co..., a co..., well shit, a cock! And damn, he realized, not just a cock, but a fantastically huge and fucking delicious looking meaty shaft that he was drooling after!

'But no..., no..., I couldn't, I shouldn't, I'm not supposed to..., to..., to...

'But hell,' he began re-thinking...'Why not? After all, this cock belongs to Roberta, not some nasty, perverted old man, right?' 

Suddenly, the voice of an angel washed over him, causing the boy to bring his drooling, opened-mouth eye-popping gaze up towards that heavenly source, a gaze that had held him from just 3 inches away, spellbound, over-looking a lovely looking, tasty smelling rod of desire, and two massive fleshy orbs obviously overflowing with oozing, molten drops of precious quicksilver just waiting for anyone to lap up.

"Michelle honey, this is just for you, dear," Robert whispered lovingly, not desiring in any way to frighten the boy now. "Go ahead, girl, taste my rod, my gift to you. My gift to you for being such a great and loving friend. My gift to my favorite slut."

"Oh Roberta," Michael was panting. "Its...Its...Its so beautiful. Really it is. I love it, and I love you for giving it to me. Its a wonderful gift. Thank you so very much."

"Well, honey," she continued. "Don't just stand there. Be my friend, eat my meat, okay? It hurts so much. Please suck my cock now, I need you to do this for me, okay Michelle? Okay, slut?"

"Yes, yes, Roberta," Michael answered eagerly, as he knelt on the floor and leaned over to begin licking and sucking on his best friend's nice, juicy cock. Just as if he'd been sucking on these big, massive meaty rods all his sluttish days. 

'God, life was so grand!' Michael thought as he continued to lazily and contentedly slurp away.

"Oh yeah, Michelle, there ya go... slide your tongue around my lovely cock just like that," Robert encouraged as he gently but unexpectedly pushed his hips upward while pressing Michael's head down further into his crotch. "Now, let's start you taking a bit more, okay honey?"

"Mrrrpphhhh! Wait, wait!" Michael protested, almost smothering, his mouth so full now with the thick, meaty shaft trying to force its way into his gullet. 

He was just trying to taste the juices first. He didn't need his girlfriend to force her massive tool down his tiny throat, not yet anyway. 

But it was too late. His lips began sliding even further, going another inch down Roberta's cock, then two more inches... now three... four... five...six? 'Oh my god,' he thought to himself. 'Roberta's actually going to make me deep-throat this enormous rod of tasty flesh she has here.'

"Ahhhhh, yessss..." Robert cried out as his head fell back with a wide, satisfied grin. He was really enjoying this now. 

"Gulllckup!" Michael felt the head of Roberta's dick hit the back of his throat, forcing its way through. He instinctively reached forward and grabbed the base of the fat shaft in an attempt to slow it down some. But it was just too much, too long, and finally, it was simply too late. Robert held Michael firmly, holding tight to his golden blond locks, only holding long enough to allow his mouth and throat time to adjust to his mammoth size.

"Don't quit now, honey," Roberts said. "I know you can do it. You're doing so well, you're being such a great friend. And I already know you're going to be a great slut for me, a great cock sucking slut. Just breath through your nose, Michelle, yes, dear, that's the way. Like that."

Michael lift his head up to question his friend about how she could know all this, but Robert just pushed him back down while simultaneously thrusting his hips back up at him, forcing even more of his fabulous tasting meat into Michael's accepting mouth. 

Looking laughingly into the boy's pleading eyes, Robert gently cooed, "Yes baby, you're doing just fine, just fine. You're making me feel like the best woman on this planet. And you must realize that only a slut like you could bring this feeling of pleasure to a girl like me. I really want to thank you for doing that for me."

Looking once again into Robert's eyes, Michael again couldn't help the tears that flowed, but this time they were tears of gratitude for Robert's wonderful, endearing words of praise. Because of those showering affections, Michael couldn't help but work even harder at taking his his massive rod of tasty flesh all the way into his gullet, gulping and slurping his way until he finally met the base of that juicy cock flesh as his lips pressed up flush in a sensuous kiss against the sweaty skin from which the massive 10-inch rod grew.

"Ooh... that's it my sweet baby," Robert said to Michael as he began to saw it in and out of the boy's almost virgin mouth. "You're really going after my cock now. Oh, Michelle, if you keep doing that, I'll lock you up in my dungeon and never let you go. Never!"

"Gglllp!" The tip of Robert's huge dick hit Michael in the back of the throat, and kept doing so again and again with each repeated thrust of his sweetheart's pelvis.

"Gglllp!" again.

"Gglllp!" and again.

Having finally breached this point, this action was repeated over and over again. Each time the cock slid out, spit and juice would spill from the young lad's mouth, coating Robert's crotch and slopping through his legs, soaking through to the comforter and blankets of his bed.

Michael realized even though he was now deep-throating his lover's cock, he still had his hands wrapped around the base it. So he began squeezing it. Then he thought, 'Stroke the base, squeeze her balls. I bet she'd like that.' So he started doing just that, amazed at the size of her balls. 'My god,' he thought. 'Her balls are practically the size of oranges!'

He stroked up and down as Robert pumped in and out. The shaft was so slick and wet the pumping action was made really easy. Then Michael began to gently squeeze her massive balls as well.

Now the elder she-male looked down at the cute little girly-boy and watched as he slid his dick in and out of Michael's stretched mouth. "You're doing a great job there, Michelle," he encouraged as the boy continued to pump on the shaft and suck on the head of his cock. "This is really a great blowjob. You're really a great cocksucker for a first-timer, you know. I'll really miss you when you're not around, my little girl friend."

"Mrrphh, gggrrpphhh!" Michael tried to get out his relieved reply. He was really happy that his lovely Roberta was enjoying it so much. He'd never sucked a dick before, had never known a girl could actually have a cock on her body, especially a girl as beautiful as Roberta. 

This being his first time, Michael was sure he'd be horrible at it. But because it tasted so good and Roberta really seemed so turned on by his performance, Michael gave it his all to really show his friend how much he cared for her. He thought by doing this, he would at the same time, improve his efforts and be even better the next time around, in case there was a next time. Also, because her cock was as hard as steel and so very dripping wet, it made it even more appetizing and fun to work on.

Because he'd seen Robert first as the totally dressed-up and femmed woman Roberta, a woman truly beautiful, almost a sex goddess in his eyes, and she being the one who soon brought the young lad to the ultimate peak of desire and blessed release by her hands, tongue and lips, Michael would forever more view her only as a true female figure, much like he thought of Cindy.

So when Robert revealed to him her masculine assets by showing him her cock and balls, Michael, being so completely lost in his sensual lusts and desires for the lovely creature before him, completely missed the point that this creature was someone just like himself – a man with tits. 

No, to him, the woman he'd originally met was still the woman he'd originally met, only now she was blessed with something extra – a cock and balls! And a massive set at that!!

And being so deeply enmeshed in the deviant, sexual pleasures into which he'd been drawn, he could only continue on that thought and follow his wild imaginings as they pulled him down into an even deeper, darker and more voracious room full of gross desires, longings and yearnings.

'Who would have thought she'd be as hung as she was,' Michael was thinking, 'and still look so sexy with her cock sticking out like that, and better yet, want to share it with me!' 

"Oh yeah, Michelle, you're doing... ooh... ooh... yessss... you're doing fantastic," Robert managed to say as he continued to enjoy fucking the hot mouth that was wantonly sucking his long, thick dong. 

Lost in his lustful efforts now, Michael began to work the daunting shaft more rhythmically. Moving his head up and down, he timed his hand strokes with his head bobbing. Everything was so wet and sloppy, even the loud, slurping sounds he made were so lewd and disgusting that he realized they must have been like the noises a hog makes while going after his sloppy seconds at mealtime. 

But even as that image popped into his mind, Michael could only think of how sensuous and erotic that must make him appear to his Roberta, with his face and mouth flattened out in her groin as he grunted and slobbered away on her delicious tasting cock, his ass pointing high in the air like a pig's ass would look. Imagining this, Michael pointed his ass even higher into the air, wiggling his butt cheeks sexily so Roberta could see and get a kick out of his actions.

Robert was really getting to love what Michael was doing to his cock, and was getting close to cumming now. However, he really wanted something more from this boy as he'd had the opportunity to come in his mouth and face already. No, Robert knew that his only chance to take this any further would be to make his move now while the boy was still up in the air with blissful exhortation. 

"That's it. Yeah, honey! Work that cock, Michelle... ooooh man you've got a hot mouth. And a sweet-looking tush too" he complimented the boy, enjoying Michael's avid gusto.

"Mrrrpphhlp," mumbled Michael as he lovingly worked on the cock.

Robert finally decided to make his move after glancing down at the boy again. This time, he eased Michael's head back. But the kid was still fastened hard to his dick. He pushed harder though, watching as the boy looked up at him while his lips stretched forward. 

Then with a "Plop" Robert's dick was freed from Michael's mouth. It sprung upward and smacked violently against the boy's chin with a loud slap, spattering precum and saliva all over his chin, cheeks and mouth.

The look on Michael's face was a priceless one of hurt and confusion. "What's the matter, Roberta?" he asked as slobber continued sluicing forth in slow ribbons from his face to his tits. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh no, Michelle, that was wonderful," the man answered. "I just want to try something else now."

"What do you mean?" he asked as he wiped his mouth.

"I mean, let's go all the way, honey," 

Before Michael even knew what was happening, Robert was off the bed and around the surprised boy who now found himself pushed onto his stomach and laying half on and half off the now soaked mattress where Robert had earlier lain. 

Robert lifted the boy's dress and fully exposed his rear-end, covered only by his gaffe

"What... wait a minute... I... I'm not," he stammered as he tried to make sense of what was happening to him now. He looked back to see Roberta position herself behind his body, between his legs. He could feel the giant phallus sliding between his legs, reaching the hole in his gaffe. 




A Sister's Revenge Ch. 07



"I'm just going to slide it in for a moment," Robert said sweetly, as he leaned in closer, his lips inches away from Michael's ears. They looked into each others eyes for a few seconds as the older, more experienced she-male, taking advantage of the much younger man's naivety, whispered, "Just for a moment now."

"What do you mean just for a moment? No, you can't do THIIIIIISSSSS!" Michael hissed, having never felt pain the likes of which he was just feeling at that moment. Well, at least not the kind of pain he was feeling in his ass. His true friend Roberta, without asking, had just jammed her ramrod of a cock into his virgin ass in one long stroke. 

He saw stars as he wailed like a little girl while the anal intruder forced his ass open. Michael was truly shocked, embarrassed, and quite put-upon. 

'How could I let this happen?' he wondered. 'Aren't I being raped by her, my really good friend? But, then, is it really rape? Maybe it isn't really... after all, I just gave her a blow-job, right? Why wouldn't she feel it was her right to go ahead and fuck my ass as a natural continuation of the sex acts we've been performing together?' 

Michael's conflicting thoughts continued battling with each other as Robert all the while continued to push his advantage into the poor boy's ravaged butt hole.

"Just relax your muscles, Michelle, my pretty one.... ungh," Robert advised as he adjusted his position on top of him. "Let my cock stretch your ass. You'll get used to it in a minute or two."

"And...oh fuck... and then you'll pull it out?" he asked hopefully. 

"Well... mmm... no, then we'll really get to business."

"What do you mean?"

"That just means we're gonna have some real fun?"

"What? You mean... you're gonna...?"

"Just relax darling, and open wide."

"But, but, but..."

"Listen bitch, just take it easy and enjoy my dick. I told you I need you to be my slut today, okay? You said you would because we're best friends, right? You still want to be my friend, don't you? And don't worry, since this is just between us two girls, it isn't really sex, is it? Its just some healthy fun and games, right?"

"Okay I... ungh... I guess." Michael said, trying to remain calm under the circumstances.

"Okay, then, sweet stuff," Robert said in an exasperated tone. "Then let's get to it, girl!"

And so, this is how Michael ended up on his stomach on a mattress in the bedroom with an older, more experienced and very beautiful woman on top of him. With her massive 10-inch dick jammed up his tight ass. With his legs spread wide as she slowly pulled her dick out while slopping copious amounts of fuck lube all over their bodies.

"UMPH!" Robert slammed his pelvis into Michael's ass hard. His dick rammed all the way into the boy's warm wet hole.

"UNGH!" Michael felt the cock invade his insides again. The full length had just been pulled out and pushed back in again with a vengeance. "Roberta, I think you might be too... UNGH!" Again the cock plundered his ass.

"Oh SHUHweeeeeeet Jeezuz, you bitch you!" Robert exclaimed as he pulled his hips back, readying for another plunge into Michael's love tunnel.

"Roberta... huff... please just... UNGH!" Again the dick plowed into him, fucking him non-stop now. 

"UMPH!"

"Please, Roberta"

"UMPH!"

"Oh, Roberta!"

"UMPH!"

"I... huff... UNGH!" Michael's eyes bulged out from their sockets with each thrust. Suddenly, though, everything changed. 

Suddenly Michael found himself humping back into each of Robert's forward thrusts. 

'Oh my god,' he practically screamed to himself. 'Was he actually beginning to fuck her back? It couldn't be! There's no way, no fucking way!'

"Oh... yeah, Michelle, that's it. Fuck back at me, baby!" Robert was astonished at the speed at which he'd turned this kid on! This Michael must be a real horn dog to have been able to turn him on to cock-sucking and fucking so quickly.

"Oh crap!" Michael groaned inwardly. 'It wasn't his imagination, he was humping back. But it was okay. All he had to do was relax like Roberta said. For crying out loud! After all, like Roberta said, this was just two girls playing around, enjoying themselves, wasn't it? This isn't really sex, right? Everything was cool. Roberta wasn't freaked, was she? Why should he be, then?'

Convincing himself with those thoughts, Michael felt Robert picking up the pace, his cock and balls smacking his gaffe with quick, firm WHACKS! Thrust after thrust. They continued to grunt and hump, causing the whole bed to rock up and down.

By now, Robert and Michael had gotten into a nice rhythm. Michael bucked up with each pump downward. He was barely able to grip the wet blankets with his lengthened nails. Each thrust was so violent the boy was almost pushed off the other end of the bed. 

Robert managed to somehow position himself comfortably between the boy's legs which were now drenched in sweat confined inside his tight stockings and gaffe. Fucking back and forth together, they traded grunts and fuck talk.

"OOF!" Robert huffed.

"UNGH!" Michael grunted.

"OOF!"

"UNGH!"

"OOF... this is fun isn't it, Michelle."

"UNGH... yeah... I..."

"OOF!"

"UNGH... I didn't think I'd like..."

"OOF!"

"UNGH... sex with a big cock like yours, but yeah, this is nice!"

Michael had no idea what he was really getting himself into. By letting Roberta have her way with him, he was opening doors to a sexual bliss previously known to only those gay and bisexual men. For a horny, straight almost twenty year-old male, albeit one with a great set of tits, this could certainly become an addiction...an addiction which he mightn't be able to control later on...an addiction he, at present, didn't know if he wished to control. 

At this moment, Michael had convinced himself that he was doing this for Roberta, so she would be the friend she told him she'd be, and then continue to allow him to be her friend. But now, speared on the end of her fantastic shaft, all he could think of was that he wished Roberta would remain his friend forever, especially if it always felt this good. Because if it did, he sure wanted to be her friend for as long as possible!

"Michelle, Michelle," Robert spoke up, trying to get Michael's attention. "Honey, where did you drift off to? Is everything okay, honey?"

"Oh, oh yeah Roberta," he finally said, coming out of his daze. "I was just thinking about things."

"I can just imagine, you little slut, you," Robert said with a kiss to his cheek. "Listen, I was about to get off and you stopped altogether. C'mon woman, get moving again. I need some help here."

"Okay, okay, give me a moment," Michael said with a blush as he realized the fucking had completely stopped. Then he realized just what it was Robert asked of him. Embarrassed to even have to ask such a thing, he said very quietly, "Um...why don't you, uh, well, um, can you give me a little push-start or something, you know, to start me off, or something? Okay?"

To tease the boy just a bit, realizing what he'd gotten him to ask here, Robert pushed, "I'm sorry dear. I didn't hear you. What was that you said? You'll have to speak a little louder, I'm afraid."

Speaking in a louder voice, Michael said, even more embarrassed "I said, please, Roberta, could you give me a little push-start, dear, you know."

Going even further, Robert asked, "A push-start, Michelle? What in heavens name do you mean by that? A push-start...why I never...imagine such a thing..."

"Roberta," Michael finally shouted in desperation. "Will you please fuck me? Please fuck me hard, woman! Fuck me as hard as you can! Fuck this slut hard and fast and long, please! I promise I won't stop again in the middle of our sexual bouts. Never, but please, I really need your cock, honey, please! I love it, I really do! Its fucking fantastic! Just drill it into my ass like you were doing, like you want it to come out of my mouth and come as hard as you can deep into my by now really stretched-out ass hole! Please honey, please!" 

Then, looking gleefully back at his girlfriend, he said in a hoity-toity manner, "There, you did hear me that time, didn't you Roberta? Please, oh please don't tell me you didn't hear me then!"

"Well little one," Robert said gleefully. "If that's what you wanted, all you had to do was ask. Sheesh!"

The same moment she spoke, Michael began to feel movements beginning to snap gently back and forth inside his body, or more succinctly, inside his reawakening ass-hole.

"Yes, this time I did hear you Michelle," Robert continued softly, sensually, and he fucked into his girly-boy's butt-hole even faster and harder. "Yes, my sweet, little slut-baby girl. You definitely made yourself heard that time, you really did. So come Michelle, take my cock, baby. Take it as I give it to you so hard and fast, bitch!

To make sure Michael began to enjoy the words issuing from his lips, Robert began thrusting his cock faster and faster in and out of the boy's ass. This time he raised the boy to his feet and him stand before him with his back to him. Then he turned Michael's head to face his and began kissing his lips passionately while keeping up the fast and hard stroking of his enlarged cock, in and out of the boy's ass. 

At this point, the first time in their relationship, Robert moved his hands into the bodice of Michael's dress, where his massive tits lay raised up on his new Wonder-bra that Cindy'd had him wear. First Robert lay his hands upon the boys nipples, seeing them sitting just over the edge of the bodice of his very beautiful mini-dress. Then he began to pull and twist on them, pinching them roughly while continuing to fuck the boy just as roughly.

This being the first time anyone had played with his nipples since Cindy had given them a workout the day earlier, and since this was happening along with his ass getting fucked as well, Michael was unable to take the double stimulation any longer and finally began responding to the sensual pleasures he was receiving since the shock of hearing his own lustful yet damning words Roberta had played back to him. 

"Ohhh, " he groaned as he felt his ass getting flattened by his girlfriend.

"OOF!" Robert huffed.

"UNGH!" Michael grunted.

"OOF!"

"UNGH!"

"OOF... Now you're back at it, aren't you, Michelle."

"UNGH... yeah... I..."

"OOF! Yeah, It just took a little prodding, a little touching here, a little there, right?"

"UNGH... I don't know...I didn't think after what...why did you..."

"OOF! Aw, just shut up, will you? Shut up and enjoy it!"

After Robert said this, he reached down into the cups of the boys breasts and grabbed the complete fleshy orbs that lay inside the bra and lifted them out by his now engorged nipples. 

"My fucking god," he nearly bellowed as they seemed to take forever to lift out of the bra. "Damn bitch, you've got a nice set of boobs here! Yes sir, some really huge bazooms! No wonder you're such an easy slut! Damn, wish mine were that big!" 

"UNGH...UNGH...UNGH...Wait...wait...too much, too hard...Roberta, please please, ungh!"

After seeing just what Michael's tits really looked like, and just the fact that they were actually real, Robert got so excited he couldn't help himself and just started banging away at the poor, helpless Michael without even being aware of his suddenly savage attack on the boy. However, just when he was realizing how carried away he'd gotten, Robert found he'd reached his limit and, making one more thrust into Michael's ass, began to cum violently inside him, rapidly shooting load after load of his hot, thick cum, each shot coating the insides of Michael's ass lining, soothing the rawness that had been created there by the rough ride Michael'd just gone through.

And while his girlfriend was soothing his pain away, Michael felt his own excitement come to the fore once more, feeling a sensuous pain in his groin as his cock grew quite hard inside the gaffe. Suddenly his cum shot from the tip of his hardened rod, spreading all over his covered groin and soiling once again the insides of his gaffe. 

"Oh baby," he sighed. "Oh my, oh lordie, oh wow!"

"Oh yes, bitch," Robert moaned, finally releasing his grasp on Michael's boobs while slipping his softened cock from the rear-hole in his gaffe. "That's right, girlie! You're a damn fine fuck, little lady. I'd sure like you to be my slut forever, if you don't mind."

"Well um, uh...you see..." Michael was trying to say, suddenly not sure if he liked the sound of that idea now that the heat of the moment had finally passed.

"Look, honey" Robert said. "You just think about it, okay? I mean, I know we're still friends and all, and no matter what, I want you to know that even if you say no, I'll still be your friend and vice versa, so its alright to say no. There's no need to feel guilty about any decision you make. But whatever you decide, I just want you yo know I'll be happy with your choice, okay my sweet little slut? Besides, as I said before, I know you really liked what we did together. You know how I know that, Michelle?"

"No Roberta, how," Michael asked.

"Because Cindy told me your safe word," He said while looking him closely in his eyes and curtly pinching his chin. "Yes, Transylvania. And never once did you even come close to saying it. Not once!"

Michael gazed up in amazed silence into his lover's eyes. Then, looking down in red-faced embarrassment, said, "Oh my god, I didn't, did I? I never even..."

"No you didn't, you little slut," Michael laughed sweetly, and pulling him into a hug, added, "And I love you all the more because of it!"

Michael, just becoming aware of this fact, quickly agreed to be his friend's slut once again. 'Besides,' he thought. 'We did have a lot of fun, didn't we? And the ass-fucking really did feel great, after awhile. What could it hurt to do it again?'

"So anyway, honey," Robert interrupted Michael's thinking. "Before you decide anything, we both need to take a bath to get rid of all this sweat, grime and cum, and everything else. You go ahead. I can wait till later. Your a bit worse off than I am."

"Thanks, Roberta," Michael replied. "I do really need one after everything I've been through. I'll try to finish as quickly as possible so you don't have to wait too long."

"Not to worry, dear," he told the boy. "I'll remove my makeup first, then bathe. You can bathe first and then remove yours. And I think you'll love my tub, at least if you liked Cindy's. I modeled mine after the one she has in her place – a perfect replica."

"Oh, fantastic," Michael almost swooned as he pictured it. "I just love bathing in her tub. It was an exquisite experience."

"Well then, go enjoy yourself, girl," Robert said. "And take your time if you want. Its the first door on your right down the hall there."

TO BE CONTINUED