Bar Maiden

by Jennifer White

  

I ordered another drink from the girl. I was too drunk, and I should have gone home, but come on! How often did you get to see a girl like that? She wore a short black skirt, and a halter top with her boobs just hanging out! Wow! They were pressed tightly together, and the top seemed to pull them up. They were so full, so wonderful! I just couldn't take my eyes off them!

And I wasn't about to give up this prime seat at the bar. She would only talk to me if I was ordering drinks, so I kept at it. It was near closing time I knew, but one more round for me!

The last few people were leaving, and I was actually now the only customer still there. *She* was washing up glasses, and wiping up the counters.

"Do you need a cab home, or are you walking?" she asked me.

"I'm gonna drive" I slurred.

"I don't think so. Give me your keys" she said. Who was I to resist her? I handed the keys to her.

"And your wallet."

I gave her that as well. She looked at my driver's license.

"So Dave, do you always stay at a bar this late, and get this smashed?"

"Just tonight. I wanted to stay with you."

Oops. I didn't mean to say that. I was too drunk to stay in control. That wasn't like me! I could hold my liquor, but I felt really really blasted! How many had I had?

It didn't seem like many more than the usual.

"I don't know if you can even walk home in your condition" she said, shaking her head. "You're going to spend the night here. There's a room in back. Follow me."

I watched her butt shake, enclosed in that tight skirt, as I tried my best to follow her. She had to keep slowing down, and wait for me as I staggered along. I had never been that drunk before! What was going on?

We finally came to a room with a little cot, along with some furniture. I laid down on the bed, because the room was spinning.

"Good night" she said. I heard the door close, then a click of a lock. I was too tired to care. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

* * *

I woke up with the worst pounding headache I ever had in my life! I was so thirsty! There was a pitcher of water on the table, and a bottle of aspirin. I quickly drank down the water, and took four aspirins. My head pounded. I laid back down, and fell asleep again.

I woke up again, and felt a little better, but I was still really hurting. The pitcher of water had been refilled. I had a couple more glasses, and a few more aspirins. They hadn't seemed to help too much last time, but maybe if I took more it would help. I popped six of the white pills.

There were no windows in the room, so I could not tell what time it was. Besides the bed and the table, there was a chair, and a sink. There was a metal locker in the corner, but it had a padlock on it. I went to the sink, washed my face off, and my hands. I really had to go to the bathroom, so I went to the door and turned the knob. It turned, but the door was stuck. I banged on it, but there was no answer. I was locked in!

So I used the sink to relieve myself. That felt better! I had to run the water for a while to get the smell out. I was sorry to have to do it, but when you've got to go...

I sat down, and looked around some more. The walls were painted a dull yellow, or had been white at one time, and hadn't been repainted in years. There were some magazines by the chair, and I was bored, so I picked them up. They were all chick magazines on fashion and stuff, so I didn't bother with them.

I just sat there for what must have been hours and hours. I was getting hungry now. From time to time I'd pound on the door, but there was no answer. I yelled. Nothing. I was so bored, and so stir crazy! I paced around the room, but my legs were really sore. I ended up taking some more aspirins, but I couldn't understand why they weren't helping my pain go away.

Hours passed, and I was so bored that I finally gave in, and started to read the women's magazines. After who knows how long, I decided to just take a nap. I closed my eyes, and in a matter of time, I was dreaming. Of *her* of course. I didn't even remember her name! But I could still see her, even with my eyes shut.

* * *

I woke up, and the pitcher of water was full again. So someone had been in here! Also, the aspirins were gone, but there was a bottle labeled "Ibuprofen". A much more powerful pain killer. They must have known I was really hurting. I took a handful of them, and gulped them down with the water. I had to go into the sink again too, and by now, I was really getting hungry.

I banged on the door, but there was no answer. I read another magazine. I paced. I napped. I did it over and over for who knows how long? The light was always on, and I had no idea if I had been there for one day, or three. I was starting to go crazy! I just wanted to speak to someone!

I took one of my naps, which I estimated were getting shorter and shorter. Instead of one long period of sleep, I was not having a bunch of short 'cat naps'. Without daylight to tell the time, I guessed the my body clock must be all out of whack.

But this time, when I woke up, something was different. I couldn't move my arms. Or my legs! I looked down, and saw that I had been tied up, with a strong nylon rope. The kind that won't stretch, or break unless you can cut it with a knife. Which I didn't have. Why did they tie me up?

I was wondering what the hell was going on, when I heard a sound at the door. Like a dead bolt being opened, then another. The knob turned, and the door swung open. I was suddenly aroused. I was going to see *her*! But instead, in walked a man. He was big, with huge arms, and he was bald. He had tattoos all over, and he looked very mean. He wore leather pants, and a black leather vest.

"So you're the man who was drooling all over my daughter" he said, in disgust.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't know she was your daughter. And I didn't do anything!"

"Other than make a drunken fool of yourself, stare at her breasts, and make her feel ashamed!"

"I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't do anything!"

"Shut up!" he bellowed. I wasn't in any position to argue! And even if I wasn't tied up, and weak from not having eaten in who knows how long, I would have been really scared of this guy anyway. He looked like he could pound me to a pulp. And he looked like the type who would enjoy it.

He stared at me for a while, then finally spoke.

"You must be hungry, eh?"

"Yes sir. How long have I been here?"

"I'll ask the questions here, do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I'm sorry. Yes I am hungry."

"Today is your lucky day. You like my daughter's breasts so much, and you're hungry. I have the ideal solution for you.

He stuck his head out into the hallway. I could see that by his side he had a gun, and in his book the outline of knife. I had better be careful!

"Elisa, come here!" he called in a much gentler tone.

"Yes papa" came the voice of my angel, the girl I had fallen for, the *one* from the bar. I strained to look, and there she was, in all her glory! She wore another halter top shirt, and one glance of her generous breasts made me get hard. I hoped that her father didn't notice. I didn't think he'd like it.

"So you like Elisa's breasts. Good. You are going to feed from them now, like a baby."

"Oh papa, do I have to do this?" she said.

"We've already talked about this my little angel. You know you must do this."

She got a sad look on her face, and reached back behind her to undo her top. The strap loosened, and her breasts only sagged a little once they were no longer supported by the halter. She pulled it back, exposing her breasts completely. She moved closer and closer to me.

"No! I can't!" I said.

"You are hungry. Now feed!" he said.

"But..." I started, but the scowl on his face scared me. And suddenly, I had a mouth full of Elisa's nipple.

"Suck me" she said. I couldn't resist! I began to suck her, harder and harder. I bit down gently. Suddenly, there was a warm splash in my mouth, as the milk began to flow.

"There. Drink up. Drink you fill" she said.

I was helpless as I nursed from her bosom. It felt good to get something into my stomach, even if it was warm breast milk. I don't know how to explain the mixture of helplessness I felt from being tied up, along with the pleasure of putting my mouth around her perfect breasts, to having them stuck in my face so that they were all I could see, to the strange sensation of feeding like a baby, all at once. It was overwhelming.

After some time, she pulled back, and refastened her straps.

"That's a good baby" she said. "I'll be back soon for your next feeding".

Her father glared at me. He pulled out his knife. I thought I was dead. But he cut the ropes, and suddenly, I was free!

"You will find that you cannot leave now" he said, with a strange smirk on his face.

I looked up to him, but didn't know what to say.

"You will call me 'papa' now too. That is what all of my girls call me" he said as he turned to leave. Papa? I didn't like the thought of me calling him that! And what did he mean that 'all of his girls' called him that? I was really confused. And to top it off, what did he mean that I couldn't leave now?

"There is a bathroom across the hall" he said.

"Oh thank you papa!" I said, which surprised me. I didn't want to call him that, but it was as if I had suddenly accepted it. But I paid no mind, because I *really* had to go to the bathroom. I got up, went across the hall, locked the door and sat down.

When I was done, the first thing that crossed my mind was to get the hell out of there! I looked in the hall, and nobody was around. I could just go to the end of the hall, turn, and there would be the exit. I could get away, and they'd never catch me!

But suddenly, I was overwhelmed with a strange feeling. I was scared. I was lonely. I needed Elisa, and needed to suckle her breasts. And I felt a strange thing about Papa; I felt like I couldn't just leave, without his approval. I didn't want to make him mad at me. I *needed* for him to like me, and love me. No, I had to go back to my room. I hurried across the hall as fast as I could, laid down on the bed, and cried because I didn't understand why I was so screwed up inside.

* * *

I woke up on the bed. I felt very weak. I had masturbated in the bathroom, thinking of Elisa, and sucking on her big breasts. She said that she'd be back soon for my next feeding. I couldn't wait! I needed her so much! I was hungry again, and I wanted to drink her wonderful milk again.

I read the magazines and napped. When the door opened, and it was Elisa again. I laid down, and opened my mouth, sort of automatically. She took her top off, and offered my her other breast.

"Drink up my baby, drink up."

I eagerly did, and looked up at her with puppy dog eyes.

"You're my little baby, aren't you? My little one. My little girl."

Girl? Did she say girl? I wanted to ask her why she said that, but I couldn't stop myself. I had to keep suckling her, keep drinking her milk.

"You'll grow up to be a pretty lady, just like your mommy. Yes, you're my little girl now, aren't you?"

When I was done, she went over to the metal locker in the corner, and removed the padlock. She opened the doors to show me what was inside.

"Your clothes are getting smelly. You need to start wearing something different. These are your clothes now. Every day, I'll come and take your dirty wash. You need to start showering. There is one down the hall to the left."

"Yes mama" I said. Why did I call her that? What was going on?

I walked up the locker, and gasped when I saw what was inside. Women's clothes!

Skirts, dresses, blouses, panties, bras, even a halter top like Elisa like to wear!

"These are girls clothes!" I said.

"Yes, for a little girl like you."

"But..." I started, but she cut me off.

"I know you don't understand yet. Let me explain. All the pills you have been taking were actually drugs. They have altered your brain chemistry, and they will soon effect your body. While you sleep, Papa has been telling you things, which you will find that you must obey. You cannot do something he doesn't want. I can't either. Both you and I belong to him now."

"No..." I said in a hoarse whisper.

"And another thing. I was once a man like you. I was brought here, and drank the milk from another woman in Papa's care. It changed me. It transformed me. It made me become the woman you see before you. She told me that when a man drank my milk, it would do the same thing to him. You are becoming like me. You are going to be a woman soon. You are going to have breasts like mine. Some day, a man will drink your milk too, and you will turn *him* into a woman."

"That's impossible!" I protested.

"Really? Lets have a look at you. Take your shirt off."

I did. I felt an electric shock as she touched my bare chest with her soft delicate fingers.

"Have you noticed your breasts? They've been swelling already. You have the breasts of a young girl, who has just started puberty. You should wear a training bra for now, but in a few days, your boobs will be big enough that you'll need more support. You'll find bras in the locker in various sizes. Every day or two, you'll need a larger one. Within about ten days, your boobs will be at least as big as mine."

"No!"

"Now take off your pants! And your boxers!"

I didn't want to, but I couldn't disobey her. I felt compelled to. I stood naked before her.

"Have you noticed the slight widening of your hips? You won't see any effects in your male parts for a while, but soon they will shrivel up, and fall off. One day soon, you'll wake up, and find that you are a fully functioning woman."

"No! I'm not becoming a woman!" I said.

"I always wanted a daughter named Sophie, and Papa said I could name you anything I want. So from now on, your name is Sophie. Do you understand Sophie?"

I hated that name! It was a female name! It wasn't me! But I was surprised to hear myself tell her "Yes Mama, I am Sophie now." I was reeling inside. Her news that I was becoming a woman was shocking, and unbelievable! The fact that I couldn't always control what I said or did had me confused and upset. And I was supposed to start dressing up like a girl?

I felt all these emotions welling up within me at once, and it was too much. I sat down, and began to cry.

"Oh poor baby girl. I know how it is when you first hit puberty. You get so emotional! But don't worry, things will get better soon. You go shower now, and put on something pretty to wear. I'll be back in a few hours to feed you again."

She left me sobbing on the bed.

"There, there" she said, patting me on the head as she prepared to leave. "I know this is all confusing to you. You don't understand it. But your mind must learn to accept it. You will find that your body and your heart already has.

* * *

I really did need a shower, so I went across the hall and took on. I came back to my room, and my male clothes were all gone. I went to the locker, to try and find something to wear which wasn't too embarrassing.

First I put on the panties (nobody would see them, so it wasn't too bad to have to wear them). I was surprised how comfortable they were, and how much I liked the sensation of the silky fabric against my skin. Next, I found myself grabbing the training bra. Elisa had told me to wear one, and something inside me made me just want to please her! I was compelled to do it, even though I really didn't want to.

Now I looked at the shirts. The halter top was out! So were the tank tops, and the frilly girly type blouses. I did find one shirt that at worse looked androgynous, so I settled on it. It was pink, but it was the least girly of all the clothes.

Next, I needed something below. There were several skirts, but I didn't want those. There was a pair of jeans, but I couldn't fit into them. The waist was way too small for me. There was a pair of silky red short shorts, bit they looked ridiculous on me, and they hurt because they put so much pressure on my male parts between my legs. It was either them, or a skirt. So I had to go with a skirt. The shorts were too painful. I felt so embarrassed to be wearing a skirt! It was white, and came down just below my knees. There were shorter ones and longer ones too, but I wasn't going to wear a miniskirt, and the flowing ones with lacy edging were too much.

I turned around and noticed Papa at the door.

"Oh my little girl looks so pretty in her clothes" he said.

I felt a flush of red in my face, because I was so happy that I had pleased him! I felt weak in my knees. I was quivering.

"You love wearing skirts, don't you Sophie?"

"Yes Papa, I love it!" I said. It was true! At that moment, I realized that I really did love wearing a skirt. I had never worn one in my life, and it felt strange, but when he said that, I found that I agreed 100%. I never wanted to wear pants again.

"And you are wearing your first bra! My little girl is growing up! You feel proud to wear one, don't you? It makes you feel like a big girl, doesn't it? You always want to wear one, don't you? You'll feel naked without one."

"Yes Papa! It makes me feel like I'm becoming a woman. I want to always wear a bra!"

"You want to be just like your Mama, don't you?"

"Yes Papa, I do!"

"That's a good girl. I've got to go to work. You ask Mama if there are any chores you can help with, all right? She works hard, and you should start helping her out around here."

"I will Papa, I promise!" I said.

When he left, I collapsed on the bed. He had such a powerful hold over me, and I didn't understand it. I sat up, and looked at myself in the mirror. I just loved wearing the skirt. How had he known that? And after he asked me about the bra, I realized how right he was about that too. I never wore one before today, but now I would feel naked without one. The only trouble was my boobs were so small, that there really wasn't anything for my little training bra to hold up. But some day, I'd be a big girl like Mama.

* * *

I found Mama, and asked her if there was something I could do to help her. She had me wash the dishes, and mop the floor in the kitchen. Then we went back to my room for my next feeding. As I nuzzled her, and drank the milk, she whispered in my ear.

"My little girl. My little Sophie. You love your Mama, don't you? You'll grow up to be a pretty woman some day. You look so pretty in your clothes today. Soon, I'll teach you how to wear makeup, and make your face look pretty."

I felt so warm, so happy! When she was done, I felt tired, and went to sleep. I dreamed of riding a pony, and flying through the countryside on its back, holding on to its flowing mane.

When I woke up, I felt hungry again. Mama fed me, and whispered into my ear again. She made me feel so good! I wanted so much to please her. She said I looked pretty in my skirt, so I decided that tomorrow I'd wear a dress, and show her just how pretty I could be.

* * *

A few days later, when I woke up in the morning, the first thing I did was to take a shower. As I washed my boobs, I noticed how they had grown so much in just the past few days. I had gone from just the little buds that barely filled out a training bra, to bigger ones, like a sixteen year old girl might have. I felt so proud as they filled out my bra! They made me feel like I was becoming more like Mama. Oh how I wanted to be like her!

And Papa was so happy with me. When I dressed up that morning, he appeared again.

"Ah my little Sophie. What a pretty young lady you have become! You like being pretty, don't you?"

"Yes Papa!" I said, proud that he thought me to be pretty!

"You want to start wearing makeup, don't you? To make your little face look even prettier?"

"Yes Papa, I want to wear makeup so I can be pretty like Mama. Please, can I?"

"Yes my dear. You may start wearing makeup."

I was so overjoyed! It was so nice of him to allow me to do that!

"Don't you hate having all that hair on your body? Don't you just want to get rid of it all?"

I looked down at my legs, and felt ashamed that I hadn't shaved them that morning. Why had I forgotten? I felt so awful having all this body hair. I just *had* to get rid of it!

"I'm sorry Papa. I forgot to shave my legs this morning. I'll make them look pretty and smooth for you. I like having smooth hairless legs."

"And you like jewelry too, don't you Sophie?"

"Papa, can I get my ears pierced?" I asked. I wanted so much to wear earrings like

Mama did. I wanted to be just like her.

"Yes my little angel, you can. Mama will take you out soon to the mall, and you can have your ears pierced."

I was elated. I wanted to get a tattoo too, like she had on the small of her back. But I dared not ask for something like that! I might have to wait until I was out on my own.

* * *

A few mornings later, I had to put on a larger bra than the day before, which really excited me! I could see my boobs getting bigger and bigger every day. It wouldn't be long until I had ones just like Mama did. As I looked at myself in the mirror, with my pretty makeup, and my dangling loop earrings. I styled my hair just like Mama showed me. I wanted to let it grow long like hers, but that would take time.

When Papa arrived to inspect me, he looked pleased.

"You look more and more like your Mama every day!" he said. What wonderful words of praise! I felt so happy!

"I wish I was just like her" I said.

"In time my little one. In time. Now tell me something Sophie. Between your legs. What do you feel?"

"I have this little thing there, but I don't feel much with it. Its kind of small and shriveled up." I replied.

"What do you wish you had down there?" asked Papa. "Do you want to be just like your Mama?"

"Oh yes, more than anything!" I said. I wished I was just like her.

"And why do you want to have a vagina?" he asked.

"I...I'm not sure. So I can be like Mama I suppose."

"But more than that. You want one so you can have sex with boys, don't you? You really like them, and want to be with one. Right? Aren't you attracted to them?"

"Oh yes Papa!" I said. "I want a boy of my own so bad!"

"I thought you did" he said. "You've *always* been a girl, haven't you Sophie?"

"Why of course Papa. Why would you ask me that?"

Papa smiled as he left me alone to think. I saw Mama walk by and wave, and I couldn't understand why I had ever felt an attraction to her. I didn't feel any attraction to women. I only wanted a man for my own. Someone strong like Papa. Why had I felt that way to her?

And why did I have this strange memory of ever thinking of myself as a man? I was a woman! I couldn't have been a man at one time, could I have? No way! I was a pretty girl! I must have always been a pretty girl. Oh how confused I felt!

I went to the bathroom, and sat down to pee. When I went to wipe myself off, something strange happened. There was a plop in the water, and I felt the cold splash. I looked down, and there was something floating in the toilet bowl. It resembled a man's private parts!

Oh there I was again, thinking of sex! Everything reminded me of sex these days!

I needed to talk to Mama. She would help me understand the facts of life.

I found Mama, and told her what had just happened.

"You really are my little girl now!" she said.

"Yes Mama, I am your little girl. I have always been your little girl."

She smiled and hugged me.

"I'm hungry Mama" I said.

"Lets go to the kitchen and get you some food" she replied.

"But I want to drink your milk!" I protested.

"You're a grown up little girl now. You're ready for solid food."

"Please! Just once more!"

"No Sophie. You're a big girl. And big girls eat grown up food."

I was so disappointed! It was the best time in my life when I fed from her breasts, because I felt so close to her! Her very body gave me my nourishment, and I felt such a bond of love with her! By eating food that didn't come from her body, it was like we had must moved a tiny bit apart.

But it turned out that solid food tasted really good, and I liked it! Mama did cook it, so it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. She still fed me, but just in a different way.

* * *

"All right girls, lets get out the measuring tape" said Papa, who wanted to settle the argument. Not that we were angry at each other, but I bragged that my boobs were bigger than Mama's, and she would not hear of it! So Papa had to come and find out for sure.

"Elisa, you wear a D cup, and you measure 40 inches."

Now he measured me. It felt so good to have his strong hands touch me.

"Sophie, you also wear a D cup, and you are 40 and ½ inches."

"Yeah!!" I taunted. "I'm bigger than you are!"

"I'm afraid she's right dear" he said.

Mama pretended to look hurt and upset, but we suddenly all burst out in laughter.

"Sophie, I want to talk to you" said Papa, suddenly much more serious.

"Sure Papa, what is it?" I asked.

"We need more help at the bar. One of the waitresses just left us. She is pregnant, and wants to stay home with her new husband to raise the baby. I want you to take her job."

"Really? Me? Thank you so much! I can't believe I'll get to work at the bar!

Just like my Mama."

She smiled at me sweetly.

"And I have one other thing for you. Something I think you will like. Girls who dress sexy get better tips, so I've bought you a few new outfits. But even better, I want you to go with your Mama to the mall, and get that tattoo you've been wanting. It is a great idea to have one on the small of your back. That way, men will stare at it, and be drawn to your cute little butt. They will be all over you."

"Really?" I said, excited at the prospect.

"Really" said Mama, talking from experience.

That night, I waited tables for the first time. I wore a short black leather skirt, knee high leather boots with a high heel, and the black halter top I borrowed from Mama. And just as they said, the men were all over me, and I got great tips.

"They kept staring at my boobs!" I said to Mama.

"Yes, isn't that wonderful? They all want you Sophie."

"Oh, that gets me all wet inside" I replied.

She smiled, and we both laughed.

* * *

 

The next day, we went to the mall, and I got my tattoo. I chose one of a dozen roses. When I wore a small shirt that rode up a little, you could see the middle of the bunch. Mama bet me that men would all be asking to see the whole thing. But I would need to be naked for them to see all the way down to the end of the stems, right on top of my butt.

I picked out an outfit so I could show it off that night. And just as Mama thought, it drove all the men crazy! I loved all the attention.

"Papa, can I ask a man to date me?" I said when I took my fifteen minute break.

"Not a customer Sophie. You want them all lusting after you. But speak to me tomorrow. I have a surprise for you."

I couldn't wait to find out what it was!

After breakfast, I waited eagerly for Papa to tell me what my surprise was.

"I have a business partner, who has a sixteen year old son. His son is very nice, but lonely. I have set it up for you to start dating him. He will pick you up tonight at six, since it is your day off. You will enjoy your date with him. You can do anything he wants, but you can't have sex. Not on the first date."

I was about to whine about it, but the look on Papa's face made me stop. But he only said 'not on the first date'. What about our second date? I could wait one more day!

* * *

When Jeffrey arrived, my heart pounded. He looked nice, and sweet. I looked at him, and my eyes drifted down to his crotch. Either he was very well endowed, or he was excited to see me. I couldn't understand why men got so excited when they saw my breasts. I mean, they were just there so I could feed my baby when I had one. Why would the turn someone on?

But in either case, he really seemed to like me right away. I wanted to kiss him, but Mama had warned me about being too far forward.

Jeffrey took me to see a movie. I let him put his arm around me, and guided his hand onto my breast. I held his other hand, and after a while, I moved it so that it was touching my leg. He was breathing hard! We kissed, and it was such a sensuous moment.

By the time he dropped me off, we both knew we would see each other again. We both desperately wanted to have sex, but we would have to wait until the next time. I wound never go against Papa's wishes.

* * *

I overheard Papa and Mama talking.

"Sophie made Jack's son very happy. He's going to sign the papers now. She did a wonderful job."

"She really likes the boy. She wants him."

"Tell her to go ahead and bang him. Make him happy. What the hell."

My heart raced, and I felt myself get wet, just from the thought! I was going to have sex that night!

When we were in Jeffrey's bed, with me lying on my back with my legs spread wide, he got ready to enter me. When I saw his male part all excited and enlarged, I felt a strange revulsion for just a second, like it was wrong to look at it. But when it penetrated me and plunged deep into my warm wet pussy, I just exploded with pleasure, and all other thoughts were pushed out of my head.

Having sex was the best thing I had ever felt! I touched my huge breasts with my hands, and rubbed the nipples as he kept going and going on me. Oh the waves of pleasure!

* * *

I was such a happy girl when I woke up that morning. What more could a girl ask for? I have a wonderful family that loves me, a great job where I get to dress up sexy, and make all the men lust after me, and I have a boyfriend that is 16 years old, and can go all night! It is a perfect life, and I am so happy that I grew up to be the girl that I am today.

  

  

  

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