Adorable Debbie

by

Misty Galant

 

Davy was just pulling the miniskirt up over his shorts when he heard someone coming up the stars. He already had Nancy's blouse on over his T-shirt. He looked around for a place to hide. Under the bed! No, it was one of those beds that had drawers under it. The closet! Yes, he'd be safe there. He hurried into the closet and closed the door behind him.

He heard the door to the room open. Nancy must be back. How would he ever get away now? His only hope was to wait till she left or went to sleep and then try to sneak out. He put his ear to the closet door. Silence. He couldn't hear a thing. He eased the door open a crack. Nancy was sitting at her desk studying. He could tiptoe out. Maybe. Nancy shifted in her chair. Davy closed the closet door again. It was too risky. He'd have to wait.

Making as little noise as possible, he sat down with his back to the wall and waited. And waited. He heard the phone ring, Nancy was talking to someone. He heard her stop talking and hang up. The chair scraped as she stood up. Footsteps approached the closet, he tried to make himself invisible. The closet door opened. Because he'd been in the dark closet so long, the everyday light of the room blinded him for a moment. Nancy didn't see him at first. She was looking through her closet, moving hangers, he heard her muttering, "Where's that . . . Hey, what are you doing in there?"

She dragged Davy out of her closet into the middle of the room. "I said, what are you doing in there? And in my good skirt and blouse too! Well, answer me! Answer me!" She started shaking him. Davy couldn't say anything; he was just too embarrassed at being seen dressed like this. She saw that shaking him wasn't doing any good. She grabbed his arm and marched him across the hall to Marcy's room. Marcy was president of the sorority, she'd want to know about this.

"Look what found hiding in my closet," said Nancy. "And look at what he's wearing! My good blouse and skirt!" she said angrily.

Marcy looked at him and knew right away who it was. Davy lived next door to the pi epsilon tau sorority house. His mother taught at the college. Davy had been hanging around the house for several weeks. He always seemed to be there. Sometimes he'd run errands for the girls or help them carry things.

"Well, Davy, what have you to say for yourself?"

Davy couldn't say anything, he just blushed miserably, his eyes looking at the floor.

"I asked you a question. Answer me, what were you doing in Nancy's closet and why are you wearing her skirt and blouse?" She lifted his chin with her hand, so they were eye to eye. Davy opened his mouth. No sound came out. He didn't know what to say, he couldn't tell anyone the real reason. That he always wanted to wear girl's clothes. He couldn't tell that to anyone.

"Speak to me, Davy, tell me why you are wearing Nancy's skirt and blouse and hiding in her closet?" Marcy looked him straight in the eye.

"I.... I... I dunno," he managed to say.

"You do to know. Now tell me," Marcy insisted.

"I... I... can't," he said wretchedly. How he wished he were elsewhere. Anywhere else, away from this humiliating situation.

"You can to tell me," Marcy emphasized. She was determined to know.

"I... I... I...," he covered his face with his hands, "like to," he whispered at last.

"You like to hide in Nancy's closet?"

"I... I... like to wear her things," he said in a low voice. He was fighting back tears.

"Well, isn't that nice! When you first started hanging around here, we told you the rules. Don't go in anyone's room without her permission. Now you've violated that rule and for that you must be punished. Now take off Nancy's clothes and apologize to her for wearing them and for being in her room without her permission."

He took off the skirt and blouse and gave them back to Nancy. "I'm sorry wore your things and was in your room without permission." The humiliation was too much for him and he began to cry. Marcy made him sit on her lap. She hugged him tight, and took a tissue and began to wipe away his tears. "Don't cry, little Davy it's all right. Tell me what you meant when you said you liked to wear Nancy's things."

"I just do," he sobbed, "I don't know why, just do. It feels so good, so nice." The tears started anew.

"Tell me more," said Marcy reaching for another tissue.

"There isn't any more," sobbed Davy. "I like to wear girl's clothes. 'I've always liked to wear them. Don't know why," he sobbed again. "I just do." His terrible secret was out n the open for all to hear.

Marcy stood up, dumping Davy off her lap. She sat him down in her chair. "I want you to sit here, Davy, and wait till come back. If you need to cry, there's a box of tissues on my desk. If you want, you can read one of the books on my desk. But don't touch anything else and don't move from that chair until get back. Understand?"

He nodded. She left the room with Nancy. Davy dried his eyes and sniffled a bit. He picked up one of the books on Marcy's desk. 'Advanced Psychology,' It said on the cover. He opened it. He flipped through the pages, looking at the pictures. He could n't understand much of the text. He was still looking at the book when Marcy came back. She was pleased to see him sitting where she had left him.

"We had a meeting about you, Davy," she told him. "I told the girls what you did and we talked about what to do about it." He covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. "Some of the girls have noticed articles of clothing missing or rearranged. This isn't the first time you have tried on someone's clothes, is it?"

He shook his head behind his hands. Now she knew it all.

"I called my psychology professor about you. He referred me to a local crossdressers' group. Do you know what a crossdresser is, Davy?"

He shook his head again, face still covered.

"It's someone who wears or wants to wear the clothes of the opposite gender. It's a boy who wants to wear girl's clothes. It's what you are, isn't it, Davy?"

A nod from behind the hands. "I guess so."

"You're not alone, Davy, there are others like you. Once we understood what you are we weren't mad anymore. We think we can help you. Would you like that?"

He peeked out between his fingers. "I guess so."

"Come on, then." She took his hand and led him downstairs to the main room. "Here's our little project now." Most of the girls in the Sorority were present and he knew all of them, having run errands and done favors for many of them.

"Davy here has just confessed that he likes to wear girl's clothing." Davy tried to cover his face again, but Marcy was holding his hands. "I thought it would be nice to make him our little girl mascot. Pi Epsilon Tau. P-E-T. Our little house pet. We could dot as a project for psych, just like we discussed," Marcy said.

The other girls were agreeable to this, some were even enthusiastic. Marcy told Nancy to go and get the you-know-what. Nancy went back upstairs. Turning to Davy, Marcy said, "Did you understand all that, Davy? We want you to be our mascot, our pet. You know what a pets, don't you?" He nodded.

"We want you to be our pet, our little girl,"" she said emphasizing the last word. "Would you like that?"

Timidly, he nodded. "Yes," he whispered, "yes." He gave her a shy smile.

"That's fine," she said. She smiled at him and gave him a hug. "But there's one little thing we have to settle first. You were in Nancy's room without her permission. For that you have to be punished."

Nancy came down carrying a box. She putt on the table. "We were just telling Davy he had to be punished for going into your room without permission," Marcy said. "Are you ready to give Davy a dose of discipline?"

"Sure am," she said. "Come over here, Davy."

Davy was uncertain. He knew he'd broken the rules, but he was afraid of being punished. He eyed the door. Marcy saw what he was considering and said, "If you go out that door, Davy, we'll never let you come back and then you can never be our sweet little girl mascot like we talked, About it's up to you, Davy."

Davy stood where he was, undecided and uncertain.

"You do want to be our little girl, don't you?" Marcy asked.

Davy nodded hesitantly.

"Then you know what you have to do, don't you? Go to Nancy," she urged.

Davy hesitantly took a step toward Nancy and then another. And another. When he got close enough, Nancy seized his arm and forced him over her knee. She pulled down his shorts and underpants and administered a barehanded spanking that made his tears flow again. She kept it up until his bottom was as red as his face. She stood him up and wiped his eyes. He tried to pull up his shorts and underpants, but Nancy removed them and his T-shirt as well. He stood there with his hands over his thing, which was sticking straight out.

"I'm sorry had to spank you, Davy, but you did break the rules. But I'm sure we've seen the last of Disobedient Davy. Now we'll meet our new little girl."

From the box she took out a pair of pink panties and told him to put them on. She explained the clothes were some her little sister had left when she visited. Davy pulled the panties up his legs. He liked the feel of the material against his skin and was glad to have something covering his thing. Next came a training bra and a slip. Then a pink dress which had a Peter Pan collar and a hem which came six inches above the knee. They put anklets on his feet and slipped his feet into a pair of Mary Janes. They couldn't do much with his hair, but resolved to style it when it had grown out some. They put just a hint of pink lipstick on his lips and painted his fingernails a delicate pink.

They let him see himself in the mirror. He was amazed at how nice he looked. "Aren't you adorable?" the girls said. "We need a name for our little pet." Someone suggested Davida. Too much like David. Someone suggested Dawn. Sounds like boy's name another said. Eventually, someone suggested Debbie. Everyone liked the name, even Davy.

"From now on, you're Debbie," Marcy told him. "That naughty little boy who had to be spanked was Disobedient Davy. We don't ever want to see him here again. From now on we only want to see Debbie."

"Adorable Debbie," someone called out.

"That's right, Adorable Debbie." The name stuck. It fit perfectly.

"I see Debbie's got a problem," said someone who had noticed the bulge in her panties. "I'll fix that," Marcy said. She raised his dress and lowered his panties, milking his little thing. Debbie squirmed and covered her face. Marcy kept milking until it squirted. She caught the fluid in a tissue. "There, all taken care of." She smiled at Debbie.

Debbie was mortified by what she had just done. It felt nice, but was so embarrassing having a girl touch his thing.

Marcy called his mother and told her what had transpired. She agreed with it and said they could proceed. Marcy then said to Debbie, "Debbie darling, we're going to send you home now. Nancy will put the rest of your clothes in a bag for you to take home with you. I've called your mother and she's expecting you. Remember, you can come back tomorrow. In fact, we want you to come back, but we don't ever want to see that naughty Davy again."

Marcy gave Debbie a kiss and a hug, and escorted her to the door. Nancy gave her the bag of clothes and a kiss as she exited. It was scary for Debbie being out in public, but luckily, she didn't have far to go. She ran down the street to her house, and went in. Her mother was waiting by the door.

"I just had phone call from the girls next door, I see what they told me is true. Tell me about it, Davy---I mean Debbie."

Debbie related the events that had happened. Not without a few tears. Her mother said it was OK with her if she wanted to be Debbie. She would help Debbie all she could. In fact, after supper they would go out and buy some things for her to wear.

Debbie was delighted. After supper, they went to a department store and got Debbie a whole new wardrobe. It was scary being out in public as Debbie, but after a few minutes, she began to relax. The new clothes weren't cheap, but her mother figured it to be an investment in Debbie's happiness, so she was willing to pay the price. Debbie loved her new wardrobe and when she got home, she stayed up late trying things on until finally mother ordered her to bed.

The next morning Debbie put on a new pair of panties, blue with yellow flowers on them, a white slip, and a new, blue dress. She put yellow anklets and her Mary Janes on. Then she went to see the girls next door. When she walked in the door, the girls in the entrance room looked up in amazement. Then they began to smile. "It's Debbie come to visit us. Isn't she adorable?! Hey everybody! Look who came to visit us."

Soon all the girls in the house were downstairs admiring Debbie's new wardrobe. Debbie was shyly pleased at the reception she was getting. Marcy and Nancy were especially warm to her. They gave her hugs and kisses on the cheek. They made Debbie tell them what her mother said and did the night before. They were delighted to hear that Debbie had gotten a new wardrobe. "It's for my birthday, Mother said," Debbie related, "although my birthday isn't really until the

12^th of next month."

"How old will you be then?"

"Fourteen."

"We'll have a party for you. Mark your calendars, girls," Nancy said.

They made Debbie raise her dress, so they could see what pretty panties she was wearing. As the hemline rose, someone noticed that "Debbie has a problem again." Marcy came over and Debbie squirmed in embarrassment while Marcy milked her thing into a tissue. It felt so good, but was so mortifying. "There now, doesn't that feel better, Debbie darling?" she asked, smiling at the red-faced girl. Debbie nodded timidly.

Debbie spent the rest of the day at the pi epsilon tau house, helping the girls. She ran errands for them and did favors for them and tried to help them out in every way she could. Since it was summer, Debbie spent every day at the pi epsilon at house and even was allowed to stay overnight a few times. The girls loved to get her all flustered and excited so her thing would stand up. They loved to see her squirm as they milked her into a tissue to relieve her of her 'problem.'

Debbie loved helping the girls around the pi epsilon at house. She became very good at doing laundry and would do a load or two every day. She'd go around with a basket and collect the dirty things, wash and dry them in the machines in the house basement and bring them back. She almost always knew which article of clothing belonged to which girl.

She even did their lingerie, hand washing the pretty bras and panties. That activity usually caused her to have a problem, so when she was doing lingerie, one of the sisters would come down and relieve her of her 'problem.'

The girls loved having a laundry maid. They gave Debbie hugs and kisses as she delivered clean laundry. Some would even pat her on the head or caress her bottom through her panties which always embarrassed her, but made her feel good.

In return for all her services, they fixed up a room for her on the third floor. Formerly, it had been a storage room, but was empty now. They found her a bed and dresser and mirror. They put a rug on the floor and a desk and chair completed the room. "Now you have a room of your own for when you stay overnight with us," Marcy explained.

The girls had a birthday party for her and invited some of their younger sisters, girls about Debbie's age. She met Annemarie, Becky, Janie and Monica, all of whom were invited to her party. During the conversation, Debbie discovered that they all went to same school her mother said she would be going to. Each of them had brought her a little present. Debbie thanked them all and they sat down with the sorority sisters to eat cake and ice cream.

The cake was angel food with white icing. The inscription, done in pink frosting, read "Adorable Debbie Happy Birthday." The girls lit the candles and Debbie made a wish and blew them out. They asked what she'd wished for; she blushed and wouldn't tell them. Then it was time to open the presents. She received many nice gifts. From Annemarie, a bottle of perfume, from Becky some nice hankies, from Janie a bracelet and from Monica a necklace. From the girls in the pi epsilon at house, she received some Jewelry, earrings, some basic cosmetics and nail polish. She even got a watch and a purse. Debbie was so happy, she almost cried. She thanked everyone with hugs and kisses and said it was the best birthday party she'd ever had. Marcy held Debbie over her knee and each of her guests gave her 14 spanks. They didn't pull her dress up or her panties down, so it didn't hurt very much. It was all in fun. Debbie's thing stuck out, but no one seemed to notice.

Soon the party was over and the girls had to go home. Debbie stayed behind to talk with the pi epsilon at sisters and thank them for having a party for her.

After their younger sisters had gone, the pi epsilon at girls gave Debbie some pretty lace bras and some pads to fill them with. "A girl your age is starting to develop," they told their red-faced pet. Truth be told, Debbie had noticed signs of development on her guests. Some were more developed than others. She was glad she would be able to show some promise n that direction, too. She said good-bye and ran home to show her mother all her nice gifts.

Summer was fast coming to a close. School would start soon. Mother had arranged for Debbie to start high school as herself, that is, as a girl. She used Nair to get all the hair off his body and started him on electrolysis, even though she didn't have much facial hair. She wanted to be ready. The girls spent lots of time coaching her on how to walk and talk and act like a girl. They would soon see how well she had learned her lessons. They showed Debbie how to tape her thing back between her legs, so it wouldn't show. Her hair was long enough to style, so they put it up in curlers and gave her a home permanent.

  

  

  

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