Adorable Debbie

by

Misty Galant

Debbie two

Debbie started school with the other girls and boys at a coeducational high school. Debbie found that to her delight, she had all the same classes as Becky and Janie. Debbie ate her lunch with Becky and Janie and the three of them became close friends. Debbie even went to a partyat Janie's house and brought her a pair of earrings as a present. One day Becky and Janie were talking about the boys at school and trying to decide which ones were the cutest. They asked Debbie, but all she could do was blush. Becky and Janie decided Debbie was just shy and needed to meet some boys. They introduced her to all the boys in the ninth grade. They then asked Debbie which one she liked best. Debbie was so abashed that she had a hard time saying anything. After a few false starts, she blurted out that she thought Alan was cute.

Becky and Janie invited Alan to eat with them the next day. Debbie was so stimulated she could hardly eat. Her stomach felt queasy and her heart was pounding so loud she thought everyone would hear it. But no one seemed to notice. Alan talked about sports. He was trying out for third baseman on the baseball team. They talked about homework and music and who was going with who. Becky and Janie mentioned that Debbie didn't have a boy friend, causing Debbie to look down at her plate of food.

Alan started eating lunch with them every day, and Debbie gradually got used to him. Her heart quit pounding so loud and her breathing returned to normal. She was even able to talk to Alan and sometimes she even smiled at him. She grew to look forward to lunch. It gave her the chance to talk to him.

Alan asked her to the movies one Saturday and bought her a hamburger afterwards. As they parted, she gave him a kiss. It made her feel all tingly, she told the girls at the pi epsilon tau house the next day. They teased her about having a boyfriend.

But not everything was coming up roses. A boy named Robert was after Debbie. He kept telling her how cute she was and kept asking her for a kiss. Debbie was put off by his advances and would duck behind another student if she saw him coming. But one day he trapped her at the bottom of the stairwell. He grabbed her and tried to kiss her. She resisted and struggled. She got away from him and ran up the stairs. Becky and Janie noticed that something was bothering Debbie and wanted to know what was going on. She told them about her escape from Robert. They said she should be careful; that Robert was an octopus according to the few girls who had gone out with him.

The next day she heard Robert was bragging that he had kissed Debbie in the stairwell. Soon other boys were making advances and Debbie didn't know what to do. She wouldn't kiss them and they started calling her a 'lezzy.'

That night at the pi epsilon tau house, Marcy noticed that Debbie was troubled and she sat Debbie on her lap, put her arm around her and made her tell what was wrong.

"It's those boys at school," said Debbie. "They want me to kiss them and when I won't they call me a lezzy. I don't want to kiss them and I don't know what a lezzy is. The only boy I ever kissed was Alan, but this horrible boy named Robert goes around telling everyone he kissed me in the stairwell."

"Did he kiss you?" asked Marcy.

"He tried to. He grabbed me, but I got away and ran up the stairway. Now he's going around telling lies about me. He's telling people I'm a lezzy. What's a lezzy?"

"The word is lesbian. It means a girl who likes other girls," explained Marcy.

Debbie put her arms around Marcy's neck. "I like you, does that mean I'm a lesbian?"

Marcy laughed. "No, you silly goose. I like you too. It means we're friends. A lesbian is a girl who has sex with other girls."

"Oh." Debbie blushed. She hadn't thought of that. She had never had sex with anybody and the thought of that was frightening.

A few days later when Debbie went to visit Marcy, there was a strange woman in Marcy's room.

"I was hoping you'd come by," said Marcy as Debbie poked her head into the room. "There's someone here I want you to meet."She introduced the strange woman as Charlene. Charlene, she explained, was a crossdresser. She had been Charles, but found that she preferred to live full time as a woman, so she became Charlene. "Just like you used to be Davy," Marcy said.

Charlene explained to Debbie the difference between sex and gender. She explained that most people lived the same gender as was their sex, but that approximately 3-5% chose to cross genders. "That's people like us," she said to Debbie.

She went on to explain that there was nothing wrong with crossdressing and a lot of other people did it. "I'll let you meet the girls sometime," Charlene promised. "You have to be what you have to be. If you want to live as a girl, it's ok. Just remember to be true to yourself."

Charlene's talk helped Debbie. She knew in her heart, she wanted to be a girl and live like one. She felt better knowing she was not alone. She thanked Charlene and Marcy and gave them each a hug.

With the start of classes at the college, taught, the Pi Epsilon Tau sorority held a rush. Eventually, six girls pledged the sorority. The pledges had met all the girls but Debbie. Nancy, the pledge trainer, took them down the basement. Debbie was sitting at a table doing homework while waiting for the washers and driers to finish. Nancy introduced them. "Pledges, this is Debbie, our special little girl mascot, our house pet. Debbie does all our laundry for us and we love her for it. She even has her own room on the third floor. As I said before, Debbie is a very special little girl. She's hiding a secret in her pretty panties. Stand up, Debbie."

Debbie stood up. Nancy lifted her dress and began to rub her hand against Debbie's thing through her panties. Debbie's thing stood straight out, causing a bulge in her panties. The pledges gasped. "It's a boy," one of them whispered.

"Silence, pledges! As you can see, Debbie sometimes has a 'problem.' We at pi epsilon tau have been helping Debbie with her problem. From now on, I am making it the job of the PET pledges to help Debbie whenever she has a problem. Each day, a different one of you will be responsible for helping Debbie. We'll start with Carol. Come over here, Carol, and help Debbie."

Carol came and stood in front of Debbie. "Help her," Nancy urged. "Help her lose the unfeminine bulge in her panties."

Carol lowered Debbie's panties. Debbie's thing stuck straight out. Carol took the penis in her hand and began to stroke it.

"Not with your hand, with your mouth," Nancy ordered. Carol blanched, but took Debbie's penis in her mouth and began to suck. Debbie covered her face with her hands. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. It was hard to say whose face was redder, Carol's or Debbie's. At length, Debbie's thing squirted. To her surprise, Carol swallowed her cream and licked a few drops from the tip of her thing.

"I can see you've done this before," said Nancy, causing Carol to become even redder. Debbie pulled up her panties and smoothed her dress down.

"Thank Carol," Nancy told Debbie.

"Thank you, Carol," Debbie said with a curtsy.

"You're welcome," said Carol.

"Nice work, Carol," said Nancy. "If Debbie has a problem again today, you will take care of it. Tomorrow it will be someone else's turn."

Nancy led the pledges out of the room, leaving Debbie still recovering from the recent events. She sat at the table and tried to get her mind back into her homework, but it was impossible. She sat there not believing what Carol had done. It had been pleasant, and she was chagrined that she had enjoyed it so much.

The drier stopped and soon Debbie was folding clothes and delivering them. When she got to Marcy's room, Marcy noticed that she had something on her mind. She sat Debbie on her knee and asked her what was troubling her. Debbie told her what Carol had done. Marcy asked her how she felt about it. Debbie told her she had enjoyed it, but that it was embarrassing. Marcy told her not to worry, she would get over it. It was something they had the pledges do, she explained. Debbie asked what pledges were. They were girls who wanted to join the sorority, Marcy explained.

"I want to join too," Debbie said. "Can I be a pledge?"

"Sorry, sweetheart," Marcy shook her head, "you're not old enough. You have to be a college student." Seeing the look of disappointment on Debbie's face, she said, "I'll see what I can do. Maybe there is a way you can be a pledge."

"Oh, Marcy . . . " Debbie said. She put her around Marcy's waist and laid her head on Marcy's breast. Marcy stroked her hair. "Run along, little girl, I have things to do."

Marcy called a meeting and told the girls that Debbie wanted to become a pledge. They decided it would be a first rate idea. They made a special case for her. They gave her a school girl's uniform, just like the ones they made their pledges wear.

Debbie was ecstatic when she heard they would allow her to be a pledge. She was proud of the uniform and wore it very day. Truth be told, the pi epsilon tau girls didn't make Debbie do the things they made their pledges do. Debbie had more-or-less free run of the house. The pi epsilon tau sisters did make sure that Debbie had a problem at least once a day, so the responsible pledge would have to suck Debbie's thing, causing great embarrassment to her and Debbie.

Alan asked Debbie to the movies again and afterwards they went to the soda fountain, where they had hamburgers and milk shakes. Alan walked her home and at the door they kissed a good long time.

"It made me feel weak at the knees and tingly all over," Debbie shyly confessed to the pi epsilon tau girls the next day when they asked her what had happened on her date.

Time went by and things were better for Debbie at school. They still called her a lezzy, but she ignored them and hung out with Janie and Becky. She did her school work, continued to visit the pi epsilon tau house every day after school and did the pi epsilon tau sisters' laundry for them. The end of the semester neared. The pledges were kept busy with embarrassing tasks and were finally initiated into the sorority in a series of humiliating stunts culminating in having the nude pledge, blindfolded with hands bound behind the back, suck a peeled cucumber while being ravaged in the bottom with a greased dildo.

Debbie was forbidden to watch the initiation ceremony, but she hid behind the sofa and watched anyway, her head peeking around the end. She gazed in fascination as the greased dildo entered the pledge's writhing backside. She watched the pledge suck the peeled cucumber, juice dribbling down her chin. When the dildo was withdrawn, and the pledge was allowed to rise, Nancy put a diaper on her and sent her to the next room to wait. As she was reaching to get another cucumber, she caught sight of Debbie's head peeking around the end. Debbie ducked back out of sight. Had she been seen? She crouched perfectly still and held her breath.

"Come out of there!" Who were they talking to? Had she been seen?

"Come out of there, Debbie, I see you back there. Come out this instant."

Debbie emerged, trying to look innocent.

"How long have you been hiding back there?" asked Nancy.

"I dunno," replied Debbie. What difference did it make?

"Weren't you told to stay out of here during initiation?" asked Nancy. She already knew the answer.

"I guess so," said Debbie. She knew the answer too.

"Why didn't you, then?"

"I dunno," Debbie said.

Nancy called Marcy and told her what Debbie had been doing. Marcy sent Debbie to her room to wait her punishment. Debbie trudged up the stairs, visions of what she had been watching still swirling in her mind. She entered her room and sat on her bed. She was still there when Marcy came.

"So, Debbie, what made you disobey my orders?"

"I... I... dunno. I guess I was just curious. I wanted to see what they were doing. I'm sorry," Debbie was beginning to get scared. Marcy might punish her.

Marcy sighed. She realized her sweet little Debbie was growing up and getting curious about the facts of life. "What did you think about what you saw?"

"It was scary. I can't get it out of my mind."

"Would you like to do that and other things, too?"

Debbie hesitated. She was fascinated, yet repelled. The question was too embarrassing to answer.

"Well? I asked you a question, little girl, would you like to do that?" Marcy's voice had become stern.

"I....," Debbie stammered, "I... guess so."

"You guess so? Can't you be more certain than that?"

"I want to," Debbie said, "I want to learn those things." She looked at the floor. It was embarrassing enough saying it out loud, she couldn't look at Marcy and say it.

"Well, little Debbie, I believe that can be arranged. Come with me." Marcy led Debbie back down to the main room in the basement and called all the girls together. The newly initiated pledges were there, too. "Here's our little spy," she said as they entered the room. "Debbie here spied on the initiation and for that she has to be punished. But first we have some business to take care of. Debbie has confessed to me that she wants to learn about sex. Nancy, will you take charge of our little sex pot? Get the new girls to help you."

Nancy dragged Debbie over to her chair and forced Debbie across her lap. She lowered Debbie's panties and raised her skirts. She sent one of the new girls to get a hair brush. Meanwhile Debbie laid across her lap, her face growing red, her thing sticking straight out. Nancy clamped it between her legs. The girl came back with the hair brush and Nancy spanked Debbie until her bottom was red and sore. Debbie shed tears the whole time. Tears of pain and embarrassment. Finally Nancy stood her up and wiped her tears away.

"Starting tomorrow, there'll be some changes made," she told the sniffling little girl. "You'll take orders from me. Now got to your room and don't come out until tomorrow. Then report to me. Go, you naughty, disobedient thing! Go!"

Debbie trudged back up the stairs and sat on her bed. Presently she got tired and fell asleep. What would the morning bring?

In the morning Debbie was allowed to go to school as usual, but was given strict instructions to report to Nancy right after coming home. When she did, Nancy was waiting in her room. When Debbie entered, Nancy made her kneel before her, her knees on a pillow. Then Nancy lowered her panties and spread her legs.

"Lesson one, muff licking," she announced. "Go ahead and lick, little girl!" she commanded.

Debbie was unsure what to do. She leaned forward and as her head approached Nancy's muff, Nancy put her hands behind Debbie's head and pulled it against her muff. "LICK!"

Debbie started to lick, her tongue going up and down the slot. She wanted to pull away, but Nancy's hands were holding her tight against the muff. She licked some more, and noticed that it didn't taste too bad. As she continued licking and Nancy noticed that Debbie was starting to get into it, Nancy released the pressure on Debbie's head. Soon Debbie was licking without any urging from Nancy. After a time, Debbie didn't know how long, Nancy made her stop.

"Not too bad for the first time," she told her pupil. "Here, wipe your face," she said, handing a tissue to Debbie. Debbie wiped Nancy's juices off her face. Nancy lifted the hem of Debbie's dress. "I see you've got a problem," she said, noting the bulge in Debbie's panties. "Starting today, we've a new way to take care of your problem." She milked Debbie's thing, catching the fluid in a shot glass, wiping the tip of Debbie's thing against the rim of the glass. Then she placed the glass to Debbie's lips. "Open wide!"

Debbie was terrified. She didn't want to drink the awful stuff, the smell of it was making her queasy. "Open wide!" Nancy commanded again. Debbie turned her head to one side, Nancy followed her movement, keeping the glass at Debbie's lips. "Open wide!" Debbie turned her head the other way, Nancy made sure the glass followed. Finally, Nancy reached under Debbie's dress and squeezed her balls. When Debbie opened her mouth to cry out in pain, Nancy poured the contents of the glass into Debbie's mouth and tilted her head back. Debbie tried to spit out the awful stuff, but Nancy kept a hand over her mouth, so none would escape.

With the other hand, she tickled Debbie's throat until she swallowed. When it was over, Debbie was crying and Nancy hugged her and comforted her. Nancy told her that was the way they would take care of Debbie's problem from now and that she better get used to it. At that news, Debbie cried even harder. Nancy reassured her, telling her they would practice every day until Debbie could do it easily. Debbie went to bed that night with the taste of the stuff still in her mouth, even though she brushed her teeth several times.

  

  

  

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