Exquisite Excursion               by: Virginia Kane

 

Part 2 : Enlightenment

I felt groggy. I was in a bed. The room was decorated in pink pastels, and the sun shone through the thin curtains filling the room with sunshine. I surmised I was back in Laura’s penthouse. A pretty young woman sat next to my bed on a stiff-backed chair, reading a book. A quick look under the sheet disclosed my body was encased in a rigid satin vise. I thought out loud. "Oh, Lord. That doctor put me in a silk covered cast. I can’t move my back."

"Good morning, Dani. Did you sleep well, little girl."

"Who are you?" Laura was carrying her joke too far, getting a nurse to tease me.

"I’m a friend of Dr. Stevens. My name is Glorita Burton, but call me: ‘Rita’. I’m here to help see that you don’t try to get up yet or otherwise aggravate your spinal injury.

"How long was I out?" She certainly was prettier than the girls I knew in school were.

"Today is Wednesday. So, you’ve slept for four days. Long enough to give your spine a rest and get things rolling. Dr. Stevens fitted you with the corset. Do you like it?"

I lifted the sheets again. My arms were free, but when I tried to shift my feet, something pulled back at my ankles. "Why can’t I move my legs. Something’s holding them down. What’s wrong?" I wondered what things had to get rolling. .

"Not a thing. You’re in traction to relieve pressure on your back muscles, so they mend properly. Don’t try to twist your torso. It won’t do any good, and can do you harm. Let the weights attached to your ankles gently pull your legs. Get some rest and you’ll be fine by the end of the week. In the meantime, you are being nourished intraveiniously, so be careful how you move your left arm, so you won’t pull out the catheter. X-rays were taken Saturday afternoon. Besides the back strain, they also detected an abnormality in your groin; something that may be related to a prior injury you had. The doctor went in and repaired it. You’ll be fine in a few days. Tender, but you’ll live."

"That was all healed up. Was it because of what happened Saturday?"

"I don’t know, so I can’t say one way or the other. All she said was she wanted to be sure you had every advantage, and did the procedure now rather than later.

"How bad is the groin injury?" She was probably a hooker hired to pull a prank.

"It’s nothing serious, but Dr. Samuel said you’d be fit like a king and thank her, once the incision heals. I’m to remove the bandages now. I was waiting for you to regain, ugh, wake up." She pulled down the thin sheet beyond my groin and raised the head of the bed slightly so that I could see my corset encased body. She pulled a table over the bed from beyond my feet. It held a tray with scissors, tape and a pan.

"Try not to move around now. This won’t take long and won’t hurt a bit. The back of the corset is purposely attached to the bed to immobilize you. Hey, maybe you’ll grow a few inches. Only kidding. You must have pretty bad posture for a teenager. Didn’t anyone ever tell you to stand or sit straight? Now, maybe you’ll pay attention. No matter, this corset will see to it that you stand straight, once you’re up and around."

"It feels like a vice. Can you loosen it? It isn’t very comfortable."

"Don’t bother to ask. It stays like it is, he he. It makes your figure look cute. You have a small waist, for a boy. You’ll soon look like a lovely girl with shapely curves."

"Oh, yeah. So this is a Victorian corset. Why the traction?"

"Well, normally, a girl uses a trapeze bar above her head to get laced into a corset. Since you were flat on your back, they used the weights to pull on your legs, instead. She started to remove the bandage while she talked. "Can you feel any pain?" She was probably going to snip off a fake "cock" to scare me. I played along.

"No, I sense what you are doing something, but it isn’t painful." It felt great.

"Hmmm! I’m impressed. Your back isn’t the only thing they are stretching."

"What do you mean? What did the doctor do to me?" What was the joke?

"Your penis appears to have been enlarged. You have one hell of a cock now, Dani. It’s a beauty. It’s also very firm." I blushed. A pretty girl was playing with me!

"Then why don’t I feel like, you know, aroused?" I was puzzled by how easily I talked with a fantastic looking complete stranger about my most private parts, but she was here to pull off a joke and was looking right at it, so there wasn’t any reason to act coy with her. I couldn’t avoid her if I wanted to, and I didn’t want to. She was cute.

"Can’t you feel my hand on you?" I didn’t want so say anything to make her stop.

"I feel something different, but not aroused. You’re very nice looking. That should have some affect on me, shouldn’t it? I mean, no pretty girl, no, I mean nobody has ever touched me there before. Shouldn’t I get excited from you touching me?"

"Not if your IV contains chemical blocks. Maybe your sedatives haven’t worn off completely, yet. Give it a chance. I’d like to see how it looks when you do respond."

I didn’t answer. All I could think of was: "Holy shit! I got a woodie and can’t feel it." Aloud I said: "I should have never told mom I was interested in, well, too late now."

"Exploring girlhood?"

"So, you know." She smiled and looked into my eyes. Maybe this wasn’t a prank.

"Of course I know. That’s one of the reasons I’m here. I’m going too help transform you. I like training pretty boys with long lashes, curly perms and puffy lips, who like to run around wearing dresses, like me."

"You? A transvestite?" Holy Christ! A guy! No, can’t be. It’s part of the gag.

"Can’t believe it, huh? Want me to prove it to you?" She resumed caressing my member. I couldn’t stop her. What the hell, it felt good. Why not play along with it?

"Uh, no, that won’t be necessary." I took a better look. No way! She had to be putting me on. "Are those real?" I wanted to call her bluff and see if she’d back off.

"The best tits money can buy. Some of it is silicone, but hormones provide most of my cleavage. A girl like me needs all the advantages she can get. I wanted a certain look, you know, a lot of fullness underneath, with a sloping taper at the tops." She continued to hold on to my penis as if she was examining it, but turned toward my head and undid the top button of her blouse with her other hand. She was wearing a lace slip over a lace bra under the white nurse’s two-piece uniform. She leaned forward.

"My hormones are raging. I’d like you to touch them for me while I play with your cock. I understand you are a virgin, Dani. I simply love to take virgins." The effect of her hand on my dick and her tits in my face was getting to me. My cock was getting warmer and my face was flush. I was curious to find out how her tits felt.

"Does it seem hot in here to you, Rita?" I wanted her to get hot!

"Yeah, and I’m getting hotter by the minute. How about you?" She unbuttoned the rest of the blouse with her free hand. The first time in my life that I’m seeing pretty girl undress in front of me and she claims she’s a guy! So what! I had to see those tits!

"I’m boiling over." I tried to reach forward to touch her chest to see if they were real breasts. Guy or not, she looked fantastic. The IV tugged back at my arm. "Damn!"

"Don’t try to move. Let me do everything." She stopped playing with me and took off her blouse and skirt. She took the thin straps of her slip in each hand, crossing her bosom, and let them drop off her shoulders, seductively smiling.

"As her hands moved away, the slip fell to the floor exposing her corset. The lace of her bra ended just below her breasts. She stood next to my bed with her boobs on display above the satin bodice. She took one breast from it lacy cup, and leaned way over until it brushed my lips.

"My Lips! They felt funny. "What’s wrong with my lips? They’re swollen."

"Nothing wrong from what I can see. You have lovely, cupid-bow lips, just like mine." I looked up at her and examined her lips closely. They were gorgeous.

"My lips look like yours?" She had to be putting me on again.

"Yup! Want to see them?" I ran my tongue over them. They felt huge.

"Yeah, I have to see this. But why did they do it?" This was no joke!

"You’re going to learn all about being an attractive young pseudo-woman. My job is to show you how you will look, and teach you how sexy girls are expected to act. You’ll need to know how to walk, talk, dress fashionably, flirt with men, and how to keep from being discovered by them. I’ll teach you makeup, hair styling and how to disguise any telltale sign of being male. We’re going to have some fun for a while!"

"I don’t want to flirt with men!" (I’d let her flirt with me, though.)

"Maybe you don’t and maybe you do, but how will you react if they flirt with you? How will you keep from exposing your real sex? You have to be prepared to handle any situation that occurs if you expect to get away with your charade in public. Look at me. Would you expect I was a guy if I didn’t tell you? Bet you couldn’t.

She was right, Even if I believed her; I couldn’t detect anything male. She looked perfectly normal, for a girl, that is. No male would touch another guy’s cock like that.

She brought a hand mirror to the bedside and held it up. My hair was done up in the pageboy like it was on Friday night. My lips were full and formed a distinct pout. I moved them and felt a twinge between my legs. My cock was reacting to seeing my own feminine lips. I wondered what it would be like to kiss someone with lips like mine.

"Would you kiss me? I have to know what kissing feels like with lips like this. You don’t have to kiss me deeply, if you don’t want to, just a light kiss."

She leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips. I let the hand mirror fall to the bed as she put her arms around my neck. Her lips moved around on mine. I thought of a fiction magazine story I read about a pretty girl "undulating" her lips while she kissed. That word had more meaning now. My manhood was beginning to respond to her kisses. She held me tight as her tongue slipped by my lips and explored the faces of my teeth. I let them part to receive her warm tongue. It danced with mine as she opened her lips wide and drew my new, thick lips within her mouth. My mind was racing.

My eyes were shut tight. She held my head firmly with one arm and let her other arm trace its way back to my cock. She stroked my cock in time with the plunges of her tongue, as if my cock was invading my mouth instead of her tongue. She had to be a girl. Guys don’t flirt with guys.

She slowly retracted her tongue and kissed my neck, my chest, my satin covered waist and finally, she blew on the head of my engorged cock. She touched and teased it over and over, making me lift my hips up toward her lips. I wanted her to take my cock, but she stopped, sighed and returned her attention to kissing my lips.

I never felt anything like it. No wonder guys were so eager to seduce girls. Had I known what it felt like, I’d have been just as horny as any one of them. As she took her hand away, she turned up the flow on my IV. "More later. Pleasant dreams, Dani."

Pleasant they were. I dreamed about her thick lips going up and down on my hard cock. The same dream repeated over and over with different women doing it to me, giving me wonderful long-lasting eruptions. Then the women took off their wigs, as if they were men in disguise. Allowing myself to let a man perform oral sex on me disgusted me. After many pseudo-women repeated the revelation of their true sex, it didn’t seem to matter anymore if the lips were those of a real girl or a transvestite, as long as they gave me those wonderful eruptions and didn’t appear male. I couldn’t make out the face of the last girl as she approached my bed and took my turgid prick into her mouth. With my eyes closed in my dream, the girl continued to bob up and down. When I opened my eyes, the face of the pretty girl was mine. I woke with a start in total darkness.

I was still secured to the bed. I couldn’t move. Someone was sitting in the dark, next to my bed. I couldn’t make out who it was "Who’s there! I shouted.

"Dani. It’s okay. It’s me, mother. It’s late. Speak softly, you’ll wake everyone."

"Oh, mom." I tried to adjust my eyes to the darkened room. ""Where am I? Who is everyone? Aren’t we at home? How long was I asleep?"

"Yes, we’re at Laura’s, our new home. Do you remember meeting Glorita?"

"Yes, but I, she, I had a dream about her. She said she was a he. Some prank."

"She is. She lives as a girl full time. Has for over four years. Like her?"

"She’s a guy. How can I like a guy?" I did like her when I thought she was a girl.

"Is she? How much of a guy is she? You’re a guy, how much of a guy will you want to be after you experiment with your feminine side for a while? Genders become fuzzy when you cross the threshold between manhood and womanhood. Crossing provides the opportunity to see some things from both side of the fence.

"When someone makes a decision to delve into something that prompts others to make accommodations to assist in the process, it isn’t nice to make a rash comment and want to quit before giving the decision a fair chance. Rita said you wish you didn’t commit to crossdressing. I thought we had a bargain. You made a bet with Laura.

"I know it wasn’t easy to go along with my accepting Laura’s offer to live here. You’d selfishly like keeping your mom to yourself. I know that’s why you never dated. You don’t want anybody to come between us. You’re a ‘mama’s boy. You tried to shock me with the notion that you’d be willing to live with two lesbians if you could play at following an alternative lifestyle too, so I’d turn her down and you wouldn’t have to follow through. Well, guess what? I’m not turning her down. Instead, you are going to learn why I became a lesbian. You are also going to learn why you shouldn’t be selfish.

"I must speak frankly and bluntly and I don’t want you to interrupt me. It’s time I explained why I am how I am and what caused it. When I was young and growing up, my mother was a single parent, like myself. When she let my stepfather move in, I was jealous, like you. I hated him for taking away my mother’s attention to me. She was in love with him and it offended me. I felt she should wait for my father to return. I didn’t understand that dead soldiers couldn’t come back. I was about ten at that time.

"I made grandpa’s life a living hell for a long time. I tried to convince my mother that he was no good, to throw him out. He was no good, but she loved him and wanted a man in her life. I would have done anything to disgrace him, and he knew it. He was very careful after returning from his business trips. I inspected his clothes and briefcase for signs of his infidelity. He never slipped up.

"Like me, you made my life a living hell when I took in Maria. She finally gave up, and I never said a word, but I was deeply hurt that you tried to interfere with my love life like I once did with my mom. You are the most important person in the world to me, Dani, but you took advantage of me at every turn, and I let you, because I love you.

"I saw through your selfish undermining of Maria’s love. It was obvious. I can’t let you do that again. You’ll soon be off on your own. When you find your own true love, you may not have enough regard for me to even look back. Then, where will I be? .

"Fortunately, I’m lucky enough to have fallen in love again. I can’t stop you from resenting Laura or wanting to interfere to lessen her love for me, or lessen my love for her. I didn’t want you to butt in again. I asked her to wait until you went away to college. You have a distorted impression of my being possessive of you. Really! Rather, I believe it is you who are possessive of me. You don’t want to give me up. You are so much like me; I can read you like a book. Like me, you will selfishly find some way to undermine Laura, like you did with Maria. I once did the same thing to my stepfather.

"I found out the hard way, that two can play the game as well as one. I don’t want you to find out the hard way too. But you are forcing me into it, just like I forced your grandpa.

Let me explain what really happened. I’m not proud of what I did, but I have to live with it, and I don’t want to see you make the same mistake. Don’t think for a minute that I don’t know you were playing up to Laura, so she will take a liking to you and you can cause a rift between the two of us. You may think you were being subtle, but I did the same thing once, so I could recognize it right away. It happened like this:

"When I was about seventeen, grandma got sick. I used her stay in the hospital to my advantage by playing up to grandpa. I knew he was fooling around with other women, but I couldn’t catch him at it. I wanted him to take an improper interest in me, so my mother would catch us. I planned it brilliantly. I got dolled up and became the little vixen homemaker for him, to replace grandma in every way, except in bed. I wanted her to catch him making a play for me, not sleep with him. I was still a virgin and wanted to stay that way. Like you, I was a child playing at an adult game.

"I thought I was a woman, as I was already well into puberty. One evening, one of the pregnant neighborhood girls walked by our house. She was not married, but stuck out to here. It was common for young girls in the South to start heavy dating at an early age.

"I made a beautiful speech to grandpa how terrible it must be for her to have sex with a boyfriend who dumped her when she was with child. I made fearful suggestions that a boy might convince me he was in love to take advantage of me. I asked grandpa how girls could avoid giving in to men. Men can easily overpower a girl. I was coy and led him to believe I didn’t know how to protect myself from a man.

"Grandpa seem to fall for the trap. He told me that young men who take advantage of girls are driven by their natural urges that cause them to do things an intelligent person would avoid. He told me naïve young men believe that it is difficult for a girl to become pregnant, because the timing must be right. They figure they have a wide margin of error in a girl’s cycle to rely on. They don’t realize that a girl is least defensive when she is most capable of conceiving. Otherwise, she can rely on her feminine wiles and intuition to protect her and keep a young man interested yet, at bay.

"He seemed to be taking the bait. Grandma’s illness kept him off the road, minding me. I knew he was horny and asked him what a girl should do. He told me girls have to satisfy a boy in other ways, to relieve lust, so the boy could keep his mind on other things, not sexual urges. I knew he was squirming. My sexy blouse left a lot of skin show, and I could tell my supple body was exciting him. We weren’t kin. He adopted me. Southern men have different rules about how to behave with kin and everyone else."

"I told him grandma said it was wrong to tease boys. A girl could cause a boy to be very forceful if she wasn’t careful. He told me grandma was an old-fashioned woman. She would never tell her daughter to protect her virginity by using other means to quell a man’s urges. She’d have to admit that women have urges as well. It wasn’t acceptable for women to admit it back then. He told me he knew that I knew what he was talking about.

"I tried to look shocked. I told him good girls didn’t do things like that and I couldn’t ever touch a man that way. I wouldn’t know how. He told me smart young girls learn how. I knew where he was leading me, and I felt I had him. It would be worth giving the old bastard a hand job to get him caught. A few moans and groans from him when the two of us were alone in private and grandma would put two and two together and get rid of him, before he did something worse to me.

"Instead, he decided to discredit me with my mother once she returned home and recovered. It took him a while but he convinced her I asked him how to satisfy boys without getting pregnant, and wanted him to show me what to do and how to do it. I didn’t know he told her. She said I was beginning to behave like a tart that wanted to be popular with the boys and said she was watching me. When I tried to talk to grandpa alone to see why her attitude changed, she burst in on us. Instead of lashing out at him, she called me all sorts of names. She told me to keep my hands of her man. She told me I need a man of my own. It was time to find one. She told him he’d better do his part, too.

"She instructed him to invite his boss’s son over and introduce me to him. If that boy wasn’t interested, he should find someone else. It was obvious to her that I would need a man of my own, soon. If she helped me find a good man, she could prevent me from making a bad selection and end up in misery for the rest of my life. She must have wanted me married off before I caused grandpa to do something rash.

"He invited his boss’s son over. The boy showed a lot of interest in me. Grandma was pleased and instructed me to be very nice to him. She suggested if I was to stake my claim on him I must show him affection and encourage him to seek his way if he wanted me. He had money, and he would do right by me. He wasn’t low trash, a good catch.

"After every date, she’d ask if he was getting friskier, and what I was doing to get his motor running so he’d pop the question. She would make me dress sexily for him and show increasing signs of willingness to let him have his way. In front of grandma, I acted the way she ordered, but when I was alone with him, I put him off. Finally, to be able to convince her I was following her orders, I gave the boy a hand job. After that he wanted me to fellate him. It disgusted me, but when he threatened to call off our courtship if I didn’t prove that I loved him, I did that, too. Then he wanted to take my virginity. I refused. He told me he bragged about me to his friends. They were all boffing their girlfriends, every one except him. He expected me to let him make good his boasts.

"We were alone in my room at the time so we could talk in private, and he was persistent. He told me If I didn’t cooperate, he said he’d dump me. I refused to let him make love to me, until he proved his sincerity. I was afraid of the consequences. I wanted him to do what grandma expected and refrain from sex until we were married.

"I refused again. He raped me, right there in my own bedroom, with grandma and grandpa in the house. I screamed and screamed, but no one came to my aid. They later claimed they went for a long walk at the time of my deflowering. Every neighbor on the block had to hear my screams.

They claimed they heard sounds of our passionate lovemaking and were disgusted, but no cries of rape. I must have seduced the boy, they said. My stepfather said I was parading around, teasing and begging for it for a long time. I shouldn’t have cried rape when the boy responded to my trashy displays.

"I wondered how many things grandpa told grandma that weren’t true, just to make sure she would change her attitude toward me forever. After my rape, I told grandma that I missed my period. She confronted my rapist to elicit his intentions.

"She expected him to make a commitment. He balked and stopped seeing me. I was just another conquest to him. I felt like trash, abused and abandoned. Grandma thought I must have discouraged him from seeing me again, as he was ready to propose.

"Then she lashed out at me. She claimed I had too big of an impression of myself for my own good. She said I behaved too much like a tramp in public and the boy must not feel I was his alone, and must have reason to think so. She continued to berate me for looking beautiful. She twisted my pride in appearance into a display of wanton sexuality

"She swore she’d make sure I found a man to keep me from ‘whoring around’. She expected me to be receptive to the advances of men whose dates they arranged. I had a parade of men court me over the following months, all arranged by grandpa. He’d bring men from work home, introduce me over dinner and encourage me to be receptive to their advances, conveniently taking those long evening walks he claimed were good for grandma’s recovery.

"The first man, after the boss’s son, spent a lot of time talking about himself, as if he wanted me to accept him. He told me his wife had died in childbirth, leaving him with two kids and no woman to raise them properly. He had me convinced I would do him proud to fill the vacancy. I was stupid enough to believe his smooth delivery. On the third date, he convinced me to he was so deeply in love with me that he could wait no longer. He had to show his love for me. I felt so dizzy I had to sit down. I told him I loved him.

"I let my guard down and wanted to let him know that the attraction was mutual. I wanted him to be sure I could fulfill his every desire. As soon as my folks stepped out the door he was all over me. I let him make his advances and responded with my own display of sexual desire. When I asked him not to go any further, he ignored my pleas, claiming I made him so excited, I had to let him continue. I resisted but he held me down on the couch in the living room and took me, forcibly, using protection. Once the deed was done, he affirmed his love and spoke of his intention to make me his wife. He took me again, with protection, on our next date. I relented. I was overjoyed that he wanted me.

"On the next visit, he took me again. No foreplay, no caressing, no promises, just animal sex. Again, he used protection. I tried to resist, but he told me I was ‘stuck up’ if I didn’t submit. He told me he knew I already let the boss’s son fuck me. He said a young bitch in heat should know her place and said he’d make sure no man would come near me again unless I gave him what he wanted. I complied after he assured me he wouldn’t hurt me. I didn’t want the neighbors to hear. No one interfered the first time.

I was already pregnant. I wasn’t protecting my virginity. I’d already lost that. I was worried how I would be able to raise you without a man in my life to support us and it seemed no one cared. I needed to show the man I could be a good wife for him. I let him do what he wanted and submitted to him completely. Somehow, I couldn’t control my desire.

"I spent weeks waiting for him to call on me. I was confident he’d make good his promise to marry me and started to plan for it. I waited in vain.

"The man never came back for a fourth date and I felt cheated. Grandpa brought a second man home with the same results. I was sexually assaulted again. Grandpa must have advised him that he would get my mother out of the house to give the man a clear shot to seduce me.

" As soon as the two of them left, he came right out and told me to get down on my knees and suck him off right in the kitchen or he’d terminate my pregnancy with a few well placed kicks. The word of my pregnancy was out. It was obvious that the man knew of my willingness to please the other man grandpa brought home. ‘You fucked Ryan like there was no tomorrow. What’s a matter? Do you only like to fuck married men?’ Evidently, Ryan lied to me through his teeth to me. He was a married man with a wife at home, looking for some extra-curricular activity, and I fell for it.

"I sucked the second man off; too shocked over my stupidity to take a chance he’d make good on this threat and hurt me if I declined. It was faster and less demeaning. I wanted it over and him out of there. He gave me some money. I didn’t want it, but he insisted, threateningly. I didn’t touch it Grandma saw the money on the kitchen table.

"I felt so dirty and low after that, I began to lose respect for myself. I tried to see boys my own age, telling grandma that the men grandpa was bringing over were too old for me. But it was obvious that the younger guys weren’t interested in settling down. I was beginning to show. She accused me of whoring around. Grandma hinted that if I was going to find a man, I had to be quick about it and not be so choosy. No man wants a woman who is already showing that she is with child.

"She then told grandpa he’d better find someone at his company that needed a woman for the other things in life, besides sex. She was beginning to see that grandpa had extra money besides what she gave him for spending money. He would spend more time at the local bars and came home later than normal, with far too many drinks under his belt than he could afford on the money she gave him from his pay.

"She blamed me for grandpa’s drinking. Things got worse when grandma had a relapse. When she went back into the hospital, grandpa started to bring local men around besides the one’s from his company. He said I should do what they wanted, and take the money, so he could pay the doctor bills I caused. He called me a slut, so I might as well do things right and stop giving it away for free. He destroyed me in everyone’s eyes. He made me into a cheap hooker. Once I started to show, all the men wanted was oral sex.

"I was beyond caring, by then. I didn’t return to school that fall. I was too ashamed to face the other kids in school. The neighbors stared to complain about the cars outside of the house every night. Grandpa took pictures of me, on my knees, giving blowjobs. The men’s faces were never in the pictures, but my face was. Grandpa took all the money. ‘For the bitch’s baby’ he’d tell the men. They’d be more generous, and give him more than the twenty dollars he asked.

"When grandma got out of the hospital, she wasn’t herself. She ignored the train I pulled every night, staying in her room. My heavy sexual activity must have tormented her. She treated me with utter disdain. I had let myself go. I was a mess, but I didn’t care anymore. I would wait all day for the rush I’d get from the sex. Then, you were born.

"Gradually, grandma recovered her strength after a while. She helped me regain my shape and cared for you while I resumed entertaining men in the evenings. She knew I was hooking but never said a word to me about it. She finally came out and asked me to get a room of my own where I could conduct business without bringing her shame. I took her resentment badly, figuring I’d let her down. Grandpa was back on the road again, since she was out of danger and I didn’t need any more of his help. I had my own list of regular customers by that time. I had been selling my body for over a year. You were still a baby. Grandma wouldn’t let me breastfeed you, to protect you from disease.

"I got my own room in a cheap hotel. I couldn’t face my own mother, but did the only thing I could to get enough money to get away and start over. One of my regular johns was very nice to me. He was an older man. His wife knew he was visiting me often, and accepted his seeking his sexual thrills with a woman half his age, so long as he was discreet and didn’t take any chances by fucking me. He only wanted blowjobs from me.

"She heard rumors about me and knew I had a child. It was she that suggested I be put on his payroll and become his personal play toy, so I wouldn’t be likely to transmit any disease to him, and subsequently to her. I was shocked when she walked into my room, unannounced one morning. I had just gotten out of bed and left the door unlocked after getting my mail. I was expecting a confrontation with the indignant wife of one of my customers. I was prepared for the worst. Instead, she was calm and collected. She asked if I was interested in escaping from my plight.

"She made it plain she was aware of my involvement with her husband. She felt he would only find another woman if she forbid him to see me again. She was pragmatic and wanted to meet me, face to face. She said she was pleased with my appearance. At least her husband had good taste. I thanked her for the compliment. We talked for hours.

"Not realizing she was interested in becoming involved in her husband’s affair, she stood me for a loop when she asked me to undress and show her my body. When I did, she came on to me like a man and felt up my breasts, kissing me and treating me like a lover.

It was my first experience with another woman, and I loved it. She was tender and gentle, not like men, at all. We spent the day in bed together, and she taught me how two women could enjoy sex without a man. She exposed me to every variation of sex with another woman that day.

"Before she left that day, she gave me a lot of money for exclusive access to me. She told me to stop seeing other men. She didn’t want me to chance contracting any illnesses from frequent sex with multiple partners. I agreed. I was happy to oblige her. I was starting to age early from too much sex. A hooker’s career takes its toll quickly.

"She arranged everything. She had me waiting for him when he got home one day. Under her direction I was dressed for wanton sex. He got on his knees to her and begged her to forgive him. She responded by making him worship her vagina in front of me. Before the night was out, she whipped him and made him grovel before her. I was amazed at the power she had over him. I slept in her bed with her that night, with him on the floor, at our feet. I never worked the street again.

"I was put on his payroll, inspected by the company doctors, certified disease free, and moved into their penthouse. He was then allowed to worship both of our vaginas in repentance for his infidelity. He loved being dominated and I learned a new aspect of sexuality I never dreamed existed. When he was at work, we became soul sisters and she introduced me to her other slaves. She had men who would do whatever she commanded.

"She taught me how to dominate men. Had I had her for a teacher when I was still a teenager, I would have never become a whore. I learned quickly, but missed you so much; I had to tell her. I didn’t know anything about anything regarding how I could support you, but she was patient, and willing to help in exchange for companionship. She was the only one who showed any consideration for me since I had become pregnant. I was deeply in love with her. She didn’t want to have a child brought into her life but understood my need to escape my dreary life and start a new one.

"Grandma filed for your adoption. I was in shock. She could easily prove I was unfit to raise you if she wanted to keep me from seeing you ever again. She tried. Only with the help of lawyers paid by the nameless woman who took me in were you not taken away from me, permanently. When I finally gained custody of you, months later, I was working as a trained secretary. I learned the job requirements as fast as I could and became proficient at it. Being pretty didn’t hurt. My benefactress found another girl to occupy her time, and I’d visit them on occasion. We’d have sex, but I was tired of it. I knew I would never want to sleep with another man, as I preferred the gentler sex with women to satisfy my needs occasionally, which wasn’t often.

"I liked my work, changed jobs a few times but hated the constant harassment from men. Eventually, I had an affair with another woman from work that was discovered by management. I was discreetly requested to find employment elsewhere. Men don’t like women to fool around with other women. They can do it, and get away with it, but not two women. I suppose two men discovered would have gotten the same treatment.

"I found my first job here in the city. I kept to myself for a long time. I directed all of my love and attention toward raising you. Then, I met Maria. You hated her. She was a threat to your dominance of my attention. You did everything you could to break us apart, and you were successful. Why? Couldn’t I have someone my age that cared for me? Couldn’t I care for someone else, besides you? Did you want me to fall for some man, so you could have a father, like other kids? Did you expect me to forget and forgive what so many men did to me?

"Of course, you didn’t know what happened back then. Was I supposed to tell you I could never love a man? How? Is there some way I could let you know that no man, no matter how kind, could undo what hundreds of thoughtless men did to my self-esteem?

"The only way you will ever know how I felt; is for you to be treated the way I was. It won’t hurt you to discover how cruel men can be. Once you know, maybe you’ll let me love Laura, without your hating us for being different. You are about to take a short excursion into womanhood to see for yourself what it is like to be treated like chattel. Then, maybe you’ll understand.

"I tried to teach you how to be considerate and kind, unlike most men. Maybe this will be the final step necessary. I hope so. I’d hate to lose you. I don’t want to shut you out of my life, but I will if I have to, if for no other reason, than to solve my own search for happiness. I simply won’t have you interfere again.

"You can refuse the changes, and go directly to college to become self sufficient and able to stand on you own two feet. Maybe then, I can let you walk out of my life forever, in order to begin living my own. Or, you can try to see things from my point of view by seeing what a girl’s life is like. Either way, you will spend a few weeks as a girl.

"Don’t even try to answer now. Anything you might say would only be bullshit. You have to think about it. Let what I told you sink in. Sleep on it. Think it over. Then let me know what your answer is." She moved to the other side of the bed and fiddled with the IV, and then left the room. I knew I would be asleep again soon.

I remained silent. I didn’t know what to say. What she revealed about her past stunned me. My mom was a hooker, tricked by grandpa in revenge for the way she tried to get rid of him. She was caught up in her own trickery and it ruined her young life. She was lucky to have found a way out, saved by the chance customer whose wife bought her services for her husband and herself, exclusively. I began to get drowsy and fell asleep.

My troubled dreams were filled with visions of my mom on her knees, servicing men of all sorts, being beaten and made to perform all sort of degrading acts for money to recover her child. "Give me money for my baby and I’ll do anything you ask." "My baby, I want my baby!" "Grandpa, don’t make me fuck these men. I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll be good. I don’t want men to touch me anymore. I feel so used and worthless."

The visions in my dreams went on and on. "I’ll suck and fuck every man here that has the price. I need the money for lawyers to rescue my son." "Please don’t leave me, I’m carrying your child!" "I’ll make you a good wife. Let me show you how good I can be." "Get out of my house and do your whoring someplace else. You’ll never see your son again, if I can help it!" "Try to get rid of me, will you? We’ll see who is boss around here." "Don’t worry, son. We have enough witnesses to prove she sleeps with any man that can pay a few dollars for her the use of her body." I woke up in a sweat.

"Hi, sleepyhead! Time to get out of the bed and change your corset." It was Glorita. I looked down and saw my feet were free. The corset stuck to my soaked body.

"What day is this?"

"Saturday. The day you get out of bed. Let me help you. After a week on your back, you may have trouble standing up. Let me raise the top half of the bed." She pressed a button and it slowly rose. The corset I was wearing began to pinch my waist.

"Wait! That hurts! That’s far enough. I can get up now." I swung my feet to the right and looked over my shoulder to check the IV. It was gone. As I sat up slowly for the first time in a week, I could see the size of my cock jutting out beneath the hem of the corset. It was at least an inch longer than the longest hard-on I could remember, and it was soft, well, it wasn’t aroused. I stared at it in wonder. Would I ever get used to seeing it? Was it going to get much bigger if I became aroused? I looked up at Glorita.

"Impressive, isn’t it." She put her hand around it and gave it a squeeze. "Are you going to let me suck you off, or should I get down on my knees and beg for it? Last time I was only supposed to tease you. This time I want to make sure you know a boy is sucking you off. I’m not wearing any panties, so you’ll get a good look an my cock wile I blow you. You won’t know how good it feels to be able to satisfy a man, until you try it. I’m going to show you how it’s done.

"When you feel his cock throb from what your lips can do, and he comes down your throat, you’ll know what millions of women throughout the world do day in and day out to please men. They won’t know that you’re a man. They’ll think you are just another girl so your silly male pride won’t be tarnished. When a man puts his hand behind your head and forces you to deep throat him; your cock will be hidden away, unless you want him to know you’re a boy. Most men don’t give a shit as you look like a hot slut.

"No matter how old you are they’ll call you a boy, because men have used boys as women for centuries. It’s okay if a boy sucks a man off, you know; especially if the boy looks like a girl. More so when the boy looks like a girl.

"Of course, if you’re too chicken, you can refuse, and go away to school. Are you? We’ll soon find out. Let’s get you changed before you blow a gasket figuring it out. Can’t seem to make up your mind, can you? Want to know why?

"Your system is full of ‘docile pills’. You aren’t supposed to make up your mind. Ever hear of date-rape drugs? Your mom says she had so many when she was being introduced to putting out for men, she didn’t know one man from another. They all looked the same to her. She thought you might like to know what it is like to be in a fog like that, unable to make up your mind about the simplest things. How does it feel?"

"I don’t know. I feel okay, but it’s like I don’t care. Nothing seems important. I feel I should run out of here screaming, but I don’t care. What am I supposed to do? Should I put up a fight? What’s next? I know this is all wrong, I shouldn’t want you to put a corset on me. I’m a man. It doesn’t seem to matter. I guess it’s okay. What do you think? Should I try to act like a girl and wear girl’s things or not."

"You definitely should wear a corset. You made a bet. You agreed to wear one for a whole week, in public, while you work. You can’t honor that bet yet. Corsets won’t fit you properly for at least another two weeks, so you’ll have to stay inside and practice, first. You have to train your body. I’ll help you. Stand up and see if you can walk. Keep your back straight and stand up. Don’t slouch.

"That’s a boy. Now step into the bathroom and grab onto the bar that’s screwed into the jamb of the doorway. Take your time and get used to the feel of the shoes you are wearing. Walk slowly, a girl never rushes in heel. You can trip and have a nasty fall. You don’t want to hurt your back again, do you?"

"No, I suppose not."

"Swing your hips a little and put one foot directly in front of the other. That’s the proper way for a girl to walk. You do want to do it properly, don’t you?"

"Yes, things should always be done properly. Men are stupid when they don’t do things properly. I was stupid when I took off the waist cincher. That’s why I need a corset. I hurt my back by being stupid, didn’t I?"

"You sure did, and we are going to correct that. We will teach you how to do things right. Now reach up and grab the bar in the doorway."

"It’s too high. I can’t reach it."

"Sure you can. You’re slouching. Slouching is stupid. Stand straight and reach up. That’s it. Just a bit more and you can reach the bar. Now, grab on to it. Yes, now you have it. See, you could do it right if you pay attention and do as you’re told. You need to be told or you will do stupid things. It’s your medication, don’t worry about it."

"Yes. I don’t want to do anything stupid. Men do stupid things all the time, like last Saturday. They all said I was stupid, then. I won’t be that stupid again. I should follow the advice of my doctor. If I did, I would not have hurt my back. Should have worn a corset to begin with at work. Wouldn’t need medication."

"Don’t worry. I have you in a fresh corset in a jiffy. Keep holding onto the bar and let me remove this one." She removed the corset as I hung in the doorway. "Oh, this one is too loose. You could still hurt your back with a corset like this. Your body must be responding to the therapy. That’s good. I’ll put the new one on tighter."

She brought the new corset out in front of me and showed it to me. "See how pretty it is? It has a nice lace trim to remind you to walk daintily and not slouch. Slouching is bad for your back. A corset should be tight enough to prevent you from sitting. We’ll get a recliner to use when you’re not in bed, how’s that. Then you will be able to move around the apartment, practicing to walk in your new shoes."

"Do I have to practice walking in them? They feel tight on my feet."

"That’s to remind you to put one foot in front of the other, walk straight and not slouch. Proper posture is essential for mending your sore back. Laura never slouches. She always walks with perfect posture. Your mother is wearing a corset so she can learn to walk like Laura, with perfect posture. She wants to look attractive, like Laura. You think Laura is attractive don’t you? You want to have perfect posture like Laura."

"Yes, Laura is. She’s very attractive. Mom’s attractive too. So are you."

"Thank you. Boys in dresses should look attractive. You should look attractive, too. Wearing corsets will help you to look attractive. You have to wear them to correct your sore back, therefore you should want to look attractive, too."

"Yes, looking attractive will improve my back. So will walking with proper posture. Help me look more attractive, like you."

"I will. As soon as I finish tightening this corset, I will help you. I’m almost done. There! Now I’ll help you look attractive. Men like when women and boys who wear dresses to look attractive, too. Let’s go back to the bedroom, and I’ll teach you how to be attractive. You’ll have to do everything I do. Then you will be attractive. Let go of the bar now, slowly and walk back to your bed."

"Ow! It’s too tight!"

"No it’s not. Look in the mirror. See how thick your waist still is. Look at mine. See how small and attractive it is." I looked in the mirror and saw the difference.

"How can I make my waist look like yours?"

"By practicing good posture and doing things that make you attractive. Slide onto the bed and lay on your side." I did as she told me and she got on the bed with me. She began to kiss me and rub her body against mine. She opened her blouse. I could see the lacy fringe on her bra."

"Do these look attractive to you?"

"Yes, very."

"Attractive enough to kiss them?"

"Oh, yes."

"If you kiss them real nice, I will give you a reward." She brought her breast to my lips, and I kissed it long and hard. Her hand was working on my cock which was responding more than it had the last time she played with it. I licked and sucked her tit.

"Ewww! That’s real nice. You do that as nicely as a woman. Kiss them for me. Yes, like that." As I kissed her tit, she was stroking my cock hard. It was growing in her hand from her ministrations.

"Time for your reward." She got off the bed and used the switch to lower it until it was flat. She got back on the bed with her head by my cock and asked me if I wanted her to make me feel real good. When I answered yes, she put my cock into her mouth. Her puffy lips felt wonderful. She stroked it slowly licking on it with her tongue, as her head bobbed up and down. Just as I was about to explode, she stopped.

She got off the bed and stripped off her clothes. She wore an identical corset to mine. She got back on the bed facing my cock. "To learn to be attractive, you must do everything I do." She resumed sucking my cock. Hers was directly in front of my face.

I stared at it, wondering if I should dare. She did it and enjoyed doing it. She wanted me to do it, and said it would make me learn to be more attractive. She said she was a man and men could enjoy having oral sex with other men if they looked attractive. I kissed the tip of it to try out the taste. It tasted good, like mint flavored toothpaste. She took more of me into her mouth, so I took a bit of her cock into mine. My puffy lips opened to receive her. The fullness of them made the contact with her flesh feel like the nipple on her breast. It was just like sucking on her nipple, but this one was bigger. After a while, her cock began to grow harder, and began to twitch. I didn’t want to stop. Her lips felt so good on my cock, as good as her cock felt to me, She moaned and pushed into me. She held my head, so I couldn’t back away. She pumped her juice into my throat and moaned again. I released my load into her mouth and moaned back, softly.

It didn’t taste bad at all, minty, salty, but not offensive. I copied her movements. She took a long, slow stroke on my cock, so I did the same. Feeling it slide all the way into my mouth was exciting. I was tasting forbidden fruit, but it was okay because I looked like a girl with pretty hair, long lashes and a pretty girlish mouth. The puffy lips allowed me to feel a lot of her cock as it got soft. She was pretty, too. It was okay to want sex with attractive girls. That’s why they look attractive, to tell others they want to have sex. This was my first time. Having sex felt good, like playing with yourself, only better.

I recalled that Mom had a lot of experience with sex Said she preferred sex with women. I wondered if she meant boy-girls, too, like Rita. Rita lived as a girl, full time. Mom said so. If I live full time as a girl, I can have sex the same way. The girls I knew from school didn’t want to have sex with me because I wasn’t a he-man. Can’t be like that, too vulgar. Laura said she wouldn’t tolerate half measures. I can’t be a vulgar male, mom would have fits. I can be like Rita. She can have sex with girls. She can have sex with men too, if and if she doesn’t want to, she doesn’t have to let them know she is really a guy. She’s really a guy all right. Girls don’t have what was poking me in the face. She licked my shaft and balls. I did the same to her. We fell asleep, holding each other in our arms, contented.

 

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