Goddess Rhiannon

by Wholeman

Part Two

 

"No honey, I wasn't laughing at the skirt! It's very pretty. I really like it on you. I was just incredibly happy that you surprised me with it. Did you pick that color for a reason?"

I looked down at my feet, "I thought it would look nice with my new shoes…"

"I'm so proud of you!" she squealed, "Here, put your shoes on and let's see how they look together."

When I walked around in them mom told me, "You have a terrific color sense girl. Put the skirt in the keepers pile."

We wound up with a couple big bags full of clothes so mom took us back to the car to load it all into the trunk.

Farther down the mall, I started noticing that we were being watched, so I shook mom's elbow and whispered, "They're staring at us."

She whispered back, "Are their mouths open, and are any of them drooling?"

"Yup, lots of open mouths and one young guy, was drooling a little," I supplied.

"That's because you are turning them on girl. They think you're beautiful and desirable. Hey, do you want to grab a bite to eat?"

"Out of one of those guys?" I asked.

"No silly, a bite of lunch. You're not old enough for a bite of one of those guys," she laughed. "I was thinking more on the line of a sandwich or a salad."

We both had salads and resumed shopping in several other stores. I've never changed clothes so much in a single day in my life.

Mom really surprised me right before it was time to call it a day, "One last mission and then we're out of here." She walked me up to a jewelry booth, spoke with the counter person, and came back to me, "We're ready for you Tamara. Sit over there in that chair."

"W… w… what are you going to do?" I stammered.

"I won't try to fool you baby girl, this will probably hurt a bit, but it is a right of passage all women go through, and I think you are old enough. We're going to pierce your ears."

"Oh, okay I think I can take it," I said bravely.

Conni held out a pair of diamond and gold studs, "I bought these for you. They are real diamonds so don't loose them."

I gulped and nodded my head.

The sales girl smiled at me and said, "It won't hurt much hon.. I'm going to hold this piece of ice on your earlobe for a minute and then use this," she held up some kind of punch, "To put a hole in your earlobe for your new earrings. Hold still now."

"Snick, Snick," and she said, "There that wasn't so bad was it?" while she stuck my earrings in for me. "Those look fantastic on you!"

"Do you really think so?" I asked her.

"You bet I do. Here see for yourself," she held up a mirror for me to see.

I saw the pretty girl I was now, with two glittery diamonds reflecting the lights of the store from the center of my earlobes, "They do bring out the golden highlights in my hair, don't they?"

"They're gorgeous Tamara," mom declared.

"Tamara? That's a pretty name. Where's it from?"

"I was named after the Cornish Goddess Tamara who is the guardian of the Tamar River in Cornwall England," I informed her.

"Wow! That's really beautiful. You're mom and dad named you Tamara, that's really special," she enthused.

"Worse than that actually. The Goddess Rhiannon named me," I corrected her.

"T… that's nice…" she stammered confusedly.

Conni leaned over to her and said, "It's a pagan thing."

"Oh!" the girl remarked as if she understood as to what Conni was referring.

We left there and Conni laughed and told me on the way back out to the car, "You freaked that salesgirl out. Perhaps you would be better off letting people think that I named you. I know it's not the truth, but we need to protect Rhiannon's identity. Can you do that?"

"Oh sure, I'm good with secrets. I never told anybody about my dad breaking my arm or anything."

Conni stopped right there, grabbed me, and hugged me tight, crying big alligator tears onto my dress.

After she recovered, she piled me into the Jag and we left the parking lot. We pulled into the county/city building's parking lot and mom took my hand as she led me into the building, through the metal detectors.

"Good afternoon Ms. Conway," the lady guard said, "Is this your niece?"

"Actually Billie, this is my other daughter, Tamara. Tamara, this is Billie," mom introduced us.

"I didn't know you had another daughter."

"Yes, Tamara and Deidre were fraternal twins," mom told her.

"I'm so sorry about your sister hon.," Billie told me with a hug.

"I miss her," I admitted with my own tear rolling down my cheek.

Once we were away mom said, "Either you are an incredible actress, or you really do miss Deidre. How is that hon.?"

"I feel her, when I'm with you and when I explore my new room. I just wish she was still with us," I told her, another tear rolling down my face.

"That's the sweetest thing…" mom held me to her, "I know she would have loved you too. Right now we need to stop in briefly with my secretary and then we'll hurry off to your school."

We entered a big office reception area and walked up to the lady sitting behind the desk, and mom said, "Matilda, I'm proud to introduce my daughter, Tamara. Tamara, this is Matilda, my secretary and good friend."

"I'm very pleased to meet you," Matilda held her hand out limply for me to shake.

I wasn't having any of that from one of mom's 'good friends'. I slipped around her desk and hugged the stuffing out of her, "Nice to meet you Ms. Matilda."

"Whoa," Matilda giggled, "You are definitely my favorite 'boss's daughter."

"I like her mom. Can we keep her?"

"I'm so glad you two are getting along, but we have an appointment to keep. I'm sorry to run out on you so quickly Matilda. I'll see you tomorrow around noon-ish. Say bye-bye to the world's best secretary Tamara," Conni announced while moving towards the door.

"Bye, world's best secretary Ms. Matilda. I hope to see you again soon," I said and let mom drag me back out to the Jaguar, and we were off again.

I began to recognize the streets near my school and asked, "Are you taking me to school now?"

"Yes, I need to talk to your teacher about your enrollment. Your classmates should be leaving school right about now. Do you know which car is your teacher's?"

"Oh sure, everybody at school knows which car she drives!"

"What kind of car is it?"

"The red Ferrari. You can't miss it," I pointed to it as we entered the parking lot.

Conni parked right next to it and we waited until Rhiannon was walking to her car to get out of the Jag.

"Hi Conni. Hi Tamara. Are you ready to come to school tomorrow?" Rhiannon greeted us.

I ran up to her and hugged her as tight as I could, "Thank you so much!"

"Whoa, it's okay baby. I was happy to do it."

Conni came near, "I'd hug the stuffing out of you too if I knew you wouldn't object."

"I never object to hugs Ms. Cromwell," Miss Rhiannon reached out to accept mom into our hug.

"I needed to thank you Miss Rhiannon. Tamara is the best daughter I could have ever prayed for," Conni enthused.

"Yes, I knew she would be."

"Do I need to do anything so she can come to school tomorrow?"

"That's all taken care of, but you must remember that Tamara will have some very special needs apart from her schooling," Rhiannon reminded her.

"I have discovered that and I couldn't be more willing to deal with them. I just need to know…" Conni didn't finish the last part.

"Have no fear Conni, even you couldn't dream up a more suitable punishment that was meted out. Tamara? Would you wait in the Jaguar while your mom and I talk?"

"Sure Miss Rhiannon."

"By the way, you are looking ravishing, and those earrings are gorgeous!"

I blushed all the way down to my knee-highs, "Thank you Miss Rhiannon." I curtseyed and went to the car to wait.

Private Conversation - Narrator

"Did you teach her that already?" Miss Rhiannon asked.

"No, I didn't. That is one incredible person. Did you know she used to put her heavy drunken father onto the sofa when he passed out inebriated? I only found out after I fainted when Tamara told me some of her former life and woke up on the sofa with my dress neatly folded on the coffee table and my dinner dishes washed and put away. I vow that will never happen again though. Do you know that kid woke me up this morning with breakfast on the table and our lunches packed for the day? The poor little thing expected to be beaten for doing it too. Every time I think about her father breaking her arm, I want to scream!"

"Right now her father is a four foot ten inch tall slut with boobs almost as big as she is tall. She's so gorgeous that she spends all of her time wishing she could fuck herself and since she can't, she has compulsions to fuck anything that will come near her. She is just a pair of tits and a cunt yearning to fuck anything, who is so weak she can barely hold up her own tits, for the rest of her life," Rhiannon related.

"A fitting end for a womanizing child beating bully. I feel better knowing though. Don't worry. I won't tell Tamara what became of that asshole."

"Good, I don't want her thinking that her becoming a girl was a punishment. What she is and what her father has become are two different things. Tamara is a normal beautiful girl who deserves a much better life than she had and I'm counting on you to give it to her," Rhiannon looked Conni straight in the eye so there was no mistaking her meaning.

"It's hard not to blubber like baby when she tells me things sometimes. I try not to because she thinks I'm going to hit her when I do," Conni's tears began streaming down her face.

"I know Conni. It was all I could do to keep from burning him into a charcoal stump. I console myself with the knowledge of how Hank will serve man now," Rhiannon admitted looking far away in the sky.

"Well Rhiannon, I want to invite you to dinner on Friday night," Conni suggested.

"Oh, darn, I would love to come over but my band and I are booked up on Fridays and Saturdays for quite some time. Could we make it tomorrow night? I'll bring something," Rhiannon really wanted Conni and Tamara to know that she would be there for them if she were ever needed.

"Perfect! I know that Tamara will be so happy! My emotions are riding a rollercoaster with her. I'm deliriously happy one moment and then next sad and mournful, which leads right into madder than hell, and back to so happy I could bust," Conni babbled.

"Sometimes I wish I could have a…" Rhiannon's voice faded off into the distance.

"Would you be Tamara's godmother?"

Rhiannon smiled knowing that once again, she has a semi-daughter to love and cherish, "It would be my honor and my pleasure."

"Do you want to tell her tomorrow night?"

Rhiannon smiled, "How about we have Goddess Rhiannon proclaim it?"

"Uh, sure… between you and me though, she can be scary."

"She's a pushover, believe me," Rhiannon smiled brightly and all of Conni's concerns melted away.

"Wonderful, I'll expect you at say 6:00?"

"I'll be there, and don't worry, I already know my way there."

Conni just had to hug Rhiannon one more time before they parted ways.

Mom and Me - Tamara

We met back up when mom climbed in the car with me, but Rhiannon leaned in my window and placed a big soft-lipped kiss right on my mouth!

My eyes opened in surprise but she didn't hold it long and it felt so good.

"Take care sweetie. I'll see you in school tomorrow and then for dinner tomorrow night. Bye Conni, take care of my girl," Rhiannon waved as she turned and slid into her Ferrari.

"How does she afford that on a schoolteacher's wages," Conni wondered aloud.

"Mom… Rhiannon is thousands of years old," I supplied. "She is also the lead singer for 'Sweet-n-Evil. I don't think she needs to be a teacher, if she didn't want to be one."

"Woof! I never thought of that. I guess she just stuns me," Conni admitted to me as she brought the Jaguar's engine to life and we headed home.

Lacy Hanky - Hank

I awakened feeling so satisfied. I'd never felt like this before. I expected to see Duany lying beside me, but my bed was empty except for me.

I looked myself over and found that someone had fitted my hugely boobed body into a teddy, and yes, this was pink as well. I suppose I had better get used to the fact that I would be wearing pink a lot.

I got up, went over to the room's toilet, and sat down for a pee. A tear dropped from my eye as I remembered standing up to pee just a day or so ago. I'm trapped in this girl body, but suddenly I got an idea. 'Maybe I could make a deal to get my body back, or maybe I could buy it back… yah there's hope!' I thought as I wiped my pee soaked pussy.

I went back to my bed and sat there formulating a plan.

Suddenly the golden visage of Rhiannon popped into being right in front of me. She didn't say a word. She just stood there with her fists on her hips and glared at me.

"Miss Rhiannon… no, ah Goddess Rhiannon, is there any way I can earn my manhood back? Any repentance I, can perform? Is there a fine I could pay to be changed back into my former self?" I begged, hoping for any sign of forgiveness.

The room became electric. Huge bolts of lightning shot all around us. I dropped to my knees hoping that might appease her.

I then heard in a voice that filled the room and my soul, "You fucking broke his arm you piece of human trash! That little angel took care of you as if he was your mother, and you fucking broke his arm! Oh, you are going to pay bitch! You are really going to pay!"

My boobs began growing and my nipples were bulging out like cow teats. My ass was spreading and the desire I had been able to suppress before washed over me as if I was run-down by a nuclear submarine. I was humping my hand, the bed, scooting my butt on the floor like a dog, anything to stimulate my craving crotch and my thirsty nipples. My brain had only one thought, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…"

Rhiannon flung open my door and I could hear her open others in the hallway outside, "I want you to all go and fuck that thing until either you all can't fuck any longer, or it is satisfied! However, know this, it will NEVER be satisfied!" I heard her heels clack away down the corridor.

Ten of the most beautifully stunning creatures I've ever seen ran into my room and began fucking me with fingers, tongues, dildoes, vibrators, bed posts, feet, and some very large vegetables! The more I orgasmed the more sexually crazed I became.

The girls started tag teaming me, as soon as three of them had cum so many times they could barely move, the next set moved in with one girl getting an extra recovery period each round.

I just kept screaming and gushing cum. This time I wasn't even spared the blessed release of passing out.

I'd begun screaming what would become, my mantra, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…" on infinitum.

It's a School-day - Tamara

I almost couldn't sleep last night. I was excited, nervous, anxious, and deliriously happy, all at the same time. What will school be like as a girl? Will the girls treat me differently? Will the boys be mean, or tease me as they do the other girls?

My eyes flung themselves open and I was immediately awake. My internal alarm woke me as usual. I sat and peed, and then made my way to the kitchen with my new pink bunny slippers tickling my feet. I just wanted to giggle they felt so nice on my feet. (Yes, they're cute too!)

"Good morning Miss Tamara. We have your table right over here," mom told me, holding a chair out from the table for me.

I stopped dead in my tracks with my mouth hanging open.

"What's the matter?"

"Nobody ever gets up before me. I'm used to being the only one awake and being all-alone," I said, finally moving to accept the proffered chair.

"Well young lady, I was determined to be up before you, and to have your breakfast ready on your first day of school. I want you to have a hearty breakfast and plenty of time for me to make you pretty." Mom spooned an omelet onto my plate, though I didn't know what it was at the time.

I looked it over carefully. I looked over at the trashcan to see what it is that she was giving me, but there were no boxes in the can. I looked even closer at this odd looking thing on my plate. Hmm, looks like scrambled eggs that somebody forgot to stir, some ham cubes, a few bacon bits, two different kinds of cheese, and some round green things all through it. I sniffed suspiciously at it. I detected garlic, black pepper, and butter I think.

"Is there something wrong honey?"

"I've never seen these sold at the grocery store. You must shop at a different one than I did."

"You, bought the groceries too?"

"I usually helped. Dad would have the cart hold him up while I filled it, and he wrote the check to the cashier."

Conni bit back the response she felt in her heart and said instead, "Well the reason you haven't seen these in the store is because I just made it. If you promise to try eating some of it, you can watch me cook my omelet."

I took my knife and fork, daintily cutting a small piece off, and put it in my mouth. Before I could even taste it though, I said, "Mmm."

"Cut that out. You don't have to fake liking something. You will either like it or not, but please be honest with me?" mom asked.

"It's very tasty. I would have said mmm even after I tried it, honestly, I would have mother," I quickly stated.

"Okay…" she sighed. "Here, watch this," she took a bowl, cracked two eggs into it, with one hand even. She then tossed in a forkful of garlic, a couple shakes of pepper, and some bacon bits. This mixture was beaten with a wire-whisk, poured into a frying pan greased with butter, and then allowed to fry for a time. Mom tossed in some ham, and grated cheese, for long enough to have the cheese melt, and then folded the round in half like a taco.

"That was neat. Dad always said he wished I could cook. Maybe if…" I lamented.

"No. Honey nothing that happened was your fault in any way. You did more than many grownups I know could have. Don't ever doubt that," she told me as she slid the omelet onto her plate and sat next to me.

"Will you let me make you an omelet tomorrow?" I asked eager to learn how.

"Sure baby girl. I'll teach you how to cook all you want. I can even bake some," she added and then dug into her omelet.

We finished up, put our plates in the dishwasher, and mom plopped me into another tub full of lavender scented bubbles, "Wash up, and I'll meet you back here in a couple of minutes."

I got on to washing everything, but when I washed my front girl stuff, my finger hit a little knob in there and it felt like someone dropped a radio into the bathtub. I got shocked, or at least I think I did.

When mom came in, I asked her, "Mom? When I was washing… you know my girl parts, I was electrocuted. Is there a short in this bathtub?"

She laughed and said, "You remember that when you played with your weenie it felt good?"

I nodded.

"Well, that's how girls play with themselves. You have a little knob inside that feels really good to tickle, called a clitoris, but you might want to put that off until after school or you might be late."

"You mean there's names for my girl stuff?"

"Yes, and I promise to teach them all to you. For now though stand up and let me dry you," she ordered.

"I could probably do it myself if you have more important things to do."

"The most important thing on the whole planet needs to be dried off. What could I be doing that is more important than that?" Conni asked me as she wrapped me in both towels.

"I'm glad you're my new mommy," I hugged her.

"I am certain that you won't believe me right now, but I'm even more glad that you are my daughter."

Mom dressed me in the outfit that I had picked out the day before. I wouldn't have ever dared to wear anything pink to school before, but it made me feel special so I wore it.

When we went to put my training bra on, it didn't fit anymore.

We were both puzzled over that until mom found a package with a new bra in it. The note on it said:

 

Tamara,

You'll be the bustiest eight-year-old in school.

 

Rhiannon

 

Sure it was only an, 'A' cup, but you don't need much boobies to be busty in the third grade.

I reached up, touched my enhanced booby, and declared, "Mmmm."

"They are fun to play with honey, but we need to get you dressed," mom reminded me. "Here I'll help you with your new bra."

Mom put it on me and it felt nice, as well as kept my nipples from changing locations when I walk.

"You know, Miss Rhiannon didn't tell me that boobies not only look nice but they feel good too. It's like they remind you they are there all day," I observed.

"You don't know the half of it yet dear, but that is a discussion for a later time. Ah good, you have your top on, your earrings are still in, and your skirt is wrapped around you. Put your shoes on and I want to put just a little makeup on you," mom directed.

I went to put my socks on, but mom stopped me saying, "No dear. You don't wear socks with those shoes. Oh damn, you don't have polish on your toenails. Kick those off a minute, I'll be right back," with that she raced into her room.

I sat there amazed as mom painted my toenails at near warp speed, "That's not a very good job, but everyone will excuse it because you're young."

"It looks very pretty. Thank you," I told her looking at my toes, "Girls get all the pretty stuff," I sighed.

"Yup! You get to be pretty, soft, and smell like flowers. On the other hand, you can be dirty greasy and smell like motor oil. Girls get to be or do anything they want these days. Now keep your toenails from touching anything until they dry, while I brush your hair and clip it."

When she was all done, I had pink toenails sticking out of my pink open toed pumps. My skirt was very nice and mom even had me wear some Victoria's Secret panties. I felt so special and pretty.

"I need to update you on the story I'm telling people about you. You are my daughter, Deidre's fraternal twin, the reason nobody knows about you is that you were living with your father. However, your father can no longer care for you so you are living with me now. That should help people get over where you've been and why they haven't seen you," mom coached, as she straightened my clothes for the fifth time.

"Do you have all of your school supplies ready?"

"Yes mom."

"Do you have your purse?"

"Yes mother."

"Do you have your PE clothes?"

"Yes mother."

"Spare panties?"

"Yes mother."

"Do you have your lunch money and your emergency money in your purse?"

"Yes mother."

"Your makeup is in, your purse?"

"Yes mother."

"God, I know I'm forgetting something…"

"My kiss?"

Mom smooched me and said, "No silly, but thanks for reminding me."

"Oh darn," I stated, "I don't have my homework for Miss Rhiannon!"

Mom laughed, "Honey, that was Roger's homework. Tamara doesn't have any yet."

"Oh yes, um… but she knows who I am…"

"Yes, and she will not do anything that would give you away. That reminds me, I have a surprise for you when you come home."

"Okay, thanks," I answered with a smile.

"You don't even know what it is. Aren't you even curious?" mom looked at me in surprise.

"If you wanted to tell me, you would have done it already," I answered her.

"I'm just used to being nagged to tell I guess. Well let's put your stuff in the Jag, and I'll take you to school."

The closer to school we got, the more nervous I was, "Are you going to come in with me?"

"Just for a minute, to hand you over to the teacher and then I'm going shopping. I might swing around during the day, but don't let me disrupt your schoolwork," mom said as she wheeled us into the parking lot.

Mom helped me carry my stuff into the classroom. No one was there yet, except Miss Rhiannon, who greeted us, "Somehow I knew you two would be here bright and early."

Miss Rhiannon pulled mom aside and whispered, "You know that what she is wearing isn't standard school wear don't you?"

"Yes. I just wanted her to stun the other kids, at least on her first day," mom sighed.

"She might stun some of the bachelor male teachers. That is one hot little babe you have there."

"I know…" mom agreed, "but she picked it all out herself. She'll wear normal stuff tomorrow."

"Tamara has good taste. A little too sophisticated for her years, but good taste," Rhiannon agreed. "I might have to watch a couple of the boys closer today. To keep things from getting out of hand," Rhiannon mused. "Damn, I do nice work."

"You sure do, and if you ever want or need anything, if I can beg borrow or steal it, it's yours," Conni promised.

"You are giving me, at dinner tonight, the one thing which is most precious to me," Rhiannon assured her. "Just being able to be part of her life will make me happiest. The last girl I was named godmother of, is now 42 years old and I treasure every day with her. She didn't start out life as a boy though, as Tamara did."

"Hey, would it be alright if I brought pizza for the whole class at lunch time?" Conni asked.

"Sure, just be careful you don't smother her," Rhiannon warned.

"Can you do anything for a mother, if she explodes? I have felt that I'm going to explode since you gave her to me," mom admitted, "I cannot fathom anybody wanting to harm her."

"I have to admit, after talking with you last night, I visited her father. The punishment was increased, I'm not sure she can stand up anymore, her tits are so big," Rhiannon confessed, "She's so horny now the only thought in her pea brain is 'FUCK'."

"She's going to be really popular with the guys…" Conni chuckled.

Rhiannon simply smiled.

While the two were talking, Tamara arranged her things in her cubical, and silently took her old seat, smoothing her skirt before sitting and keeping her knees together.

"Did you teach her that already?" Rhiannon asked.

"I almost fainted again when she did it the first time. No, I didn't teach her that. She maneuvers in a dress better than I do!" mom claimed proudly.

Conni said goodbye and left Miss Rhiannon and I alone in the classroom.

I made some friends with people who never would even talk to me before, especially with the other girls.

One girl never would talk to me before and I really liked her, so when she made friends with me on her own, I was a very happy girl. Her name is Lori Lovette, and I soon found out during recess that she was just unreasonably shy around boys.

"Too bad you didn't get to meet the boy, who used to sit in your chair, Tamara," Lori told me.

"Oh?" I replied.

"He was really nice, for a boy," she told me blushing.

'She, thought I was nice?' I mused, but replied, "Were you friends?"

"I… I… couldn't talk to him…" she divulged, "He tried to talk to me a couple of times, but I just don't know what to say to boys."

"Boys are just people, Lori. I bet he wanted to be your friend."

"I guess you're right Tamara. Roger was a quiet boy, who didn't have many friends. Miss Rhiannon told us that 'Child Protective Services' took Roger away from his father. I feel so sorry for him. His dad was beating him. I wish I would have known. Maybe I could have made him feel better."

"I know that he would have liked that," I assured her.

"Hey, do you want to swap phone numbers? We could call each other at home and talk," Lori requested.

"Sure, I'd like that. We might not be able to talk for very long, at least for a little while. My mom and I are still getting acquainted," I enlightened her.

"That sounds funny. You, don't know your mom?"

"I've been living with my father. My twin sister was with my mother. Dad couldn't take care of me anymore and then Deidre died, so I came to live with mom," I explained, "It's not very mysterious."

"Deidre, was your sister?" Lori placed her hand over her heart.

"Yes, did you know her?" I asked, feeling the way she said it that she might have.

"Last year she was in my class," Lori told me, but surprised me with a hug, "I cried for three days when I heard she died. I wasn't her best friend, but I knew her. She was nice."

"Thanks Lori."

"Hey, does your mom always let you wear makeup? My mom would freak if she saw me wearing makeup to school."

"Mom thought it would be nice if I wore my new outfit to school. It makes me feel pretty," I admitted with a blush.

"Damn Tamara, it should. You should more than feel pretty in that, you're gorgeous girl. You had Gary staring at you so much he didn't hear what Miss Rhiannon asked him during class. Didn't you notice?"

"I just thought he was daydreaming," I blushed.

Lori giggled, "He was… daydreaming about you that is… he, he, he."

I hadn't heard her come up, but Miss Rhiannon interjected, "That's right Tamara. Therefore, I need you to dress a little more casually tomorrow, or I'll have to hold separate classes for the boys. I don't think we're going to get much learning done today, but that's okay. A new girl should have an opportunity to enjoy using her power at least occasionally. How's your first day in my class going Miss Tamara?"

"I love it Miss Rhiannon. It's like I belong in your class," I grinned in collusion with her.

"Yes, I feel as if we have know each other for quite some time too," she winked back at me.

"Are you getting along well with Tamara, Lori?"

"She's nice. Did you know that she's Deidre's sister?"

"Yes, the girl in Miss Hopkins's class who died," Rhiannon acknowledged, "I'm sorry for your loss Tamara, however, I happy you're in my class."

"Me too Tamara. I think we're going to be good friends," Lori informed me.

"I love the diamonds Tamara. They must have cost your mom plenty," Rhiannon explained.

"They aren't cheep diamonds like lots of girls wear?" I asked wide-eyed.

"Those are probably about four hundred dollars," Rhiannon said, her trained eye having appraised them.

"Eep!" I squeaked.

"Wow, my mom never gave me anything like that!" Lori exclaimed, looking closer at the earrings.

A tear rolled down my cheek, "I didn't buy her anything…"

"You were her present, Tamara. She loves you unconditionally," Rhiannon explained.

"I'm so happy for you Tamara. Your mom is so cool!" Lori said enthusiastically.

"If you think that's cool, when we go back inside, Ms. Cromwell has brought pizza for the whole class, for lunch," Miss Rhiannon told us.

"But… she packed my lunch this morning…" I stammered.

Miss Rhiannon handed me my lunch bag, "Look at what you have in your bag."

"Ooh, she bought me a cell phone!" I enthused, pulling it out and showing it to Lori.

While Lori had it, it rang.

She handed it back quickly and I opened it, "Hello?"

"Surprise! How do you like it?" mom asked.

"It's really wonderful. Why do I need a cell phone mom?" I questioned.

"Lots of reasons honey. I can call you when I want. I can locate you if I need to. You can take pictures to keep and share them with me. You can call me if you are in trouble or stranded. You can call your friends and they can call you… well within reason. You don't have unlimited minutes. Don't you like it?" mom asked.

"Oh, it's cool, I just didn't think I was old enough for a phone," I admitted.

"Lots of young girls are getting them, and… and… Darn, I just need to do whatever I can, so you are safe. I'm just a little insecure baby. It's worth the cost to me for your protection," she confessed.

"Thanks mom, you're so good to me. I'll hug you when we come back from recess. Bye mom," I flipped the little phone closed.

"Well girls, we should be going back to class. Too bad you weren't dressed to go and play, Tamara," Miss Rhiannon mused.

"It didn't look like many of the others were playing much today…" I observed.

"That's because most of the boys have been staring at you, and many of the girls are trying to decide whether to like you, or to hate you," Miss Rhiannon chuckled.

"Hate me?" I asked innocently.

"Yes, plenty will be jealous of your looks. Some of the girls will be jealous of your boobs too," she sighed, knowing that difficulty all too well herself.

Lori giggled, "You have the biggest boobs in the third grade. It doesn't bother me though. I'm not jealous, I just think you're nice."

"Thanks Lori, I think you are special too," I returned, thinking, 'I would have given almost anything to be your friend before…'

Some of the other girls started to gravitate towards us. Seeing the teacher chatting happily with two of her students was more than their jealousies could handle. If there was a special relationship here, they wanted to be part of it.

Most of the boys still stayed clear, obviously avoiding a terminal case of the cooties.

We started to smell the pizza as we neared the classroom. We could hear activity going on inside.

When we got inside, there were mom and Matilda, busy setting up a table with plates, napkins, and plastic silverware.

"Hi Matilda," I declared as I entered.

"Hi there Tamara!" she squealed and rushed over for a hug. "Don't you look lovely today."

"You look beautiful today too," I returned the compliment. "Hi mom," I hugged her, "You're always gorgeous."

"Flatterer," mom accused as she hugged me. "Who's your new friend?"

"Mom, this is my friend, Lori Lovette," I gently prodded the shy girl towards her, "Lori, this in my mom, Conni Cromwell."

They exchanged greetings as the recess bell announced the stampede of returning classmates.

"Everyone please take your seats," Miss Rhiannon told the students.

Once the class was seated she continued, "Miss Cromwell has brought the whole class pizza for lunch to treat her daughter's new friends and classmates. I want you all to line up in an orderly fashion, starting with the row of students on my right and then each row as the one before it empties. Starting with Bruce in the back row there, no horse play, no shoving. Each student will take two pieces of pie back to their desks to eat. Miss Cromwell, Miss Carter, and I will bring drinks to you once your settled. Don't forget your napkins and plastic ware."

Everyone excitedly went through the line picking up his or her pizza. Once we were settled, everyone began talking and wolfing their pizza down.

I suppressed my natural desire to shove as much into my face at one time as I could and only took tiny bites and wiped my mouth after each of them.

Everyone started talking to me and telling me how cool my mom is, but when the other kids saw my cell phone, they all wanted my number, so I gave it to them. A couple of the other girls pulled theirs out and gave me their numbers too. Who knew that girls in my grade had cell phones?

The funny thing was that the other girls wouldn't give their numbers to the boys. I began to think that maybe I shouldn't have either, but that cow was already out of the barn.

Bruce came over and said hi to me. He looked scared to death. I smiled brightly at him and said hi back. I hadn't planned to giggle, but it forced its way out.

Bruce had been a casual friend before, and he wasn't normally very brave where girls were Concerned. I was slightly surprised, but pleased that he made the effort.

Lunchtime turned into almost a party/social event and I had lots of fun. When other girls saw that the boys were even talking to me, they had to meet me and flutter about. It seems that if a girl is popular with the boys, she becomes somewhat popular with the girls.

Some of the girls seemed to want to shoulder Lori out of the way, but I wouldn't allow them to shoo her away.

Not too much more happened at school that day. Miss Rhiannon didn't seem to mind, but a somewhat miffed looking principal poked his nose in and looked disapprovingly at Miss Rhiannon. She left the room for a minute to discuss world affairs or something and when he came back, he brightly went over to mom and was, introduced by Rhiannon.

I was beginning to get the idea that mom was a person of some importance, because he changed his attitude the minute he walked into the room.

"How nice of you to visit our school Ms. Cromwell," he said, offering his hand.

"Thank you Principal Masters," mom shook his hand.

"Am I to understand that you have another daughter enrolled?" he pried.

"Yes Norman, my other daughter, Tamara is now in Miss Rhiannon's class," mom answered warily.

"That's odd, when you supplied Deidre's information, you said she was an only child," Mr. Masters recalled suspiciously.

"She was at the time my only dependant, and sole child living with me. After Deidre's passing, I was asked to take her fraternal twin back from my ex-husband. It's a long story. Tamara was living with her father until recently and now she is living with me, as my only child," mother spared words with the suspicious principal and it looks as if she has him on the ropes.

"Norman, if you have an issue with one of my students, I'll be happy to discuss it with you in the teacher's lounge, or the office. You're spoiling the festive atmosphere," Rhiannon chastised the nosey administrator.

Norman Masters knew better than to cross Rhiannon. There were stories of others who had run afoul with her in the past… strange and frightening stories.

The principal cleared his throat and said, "No, no, I have no problem with your students Miss Rhiannon. I was merely curious. It was nice seeing you again Ms. Cromwell and I hope to see you around the school again in the future." He beat a hasty retreat, leaving the party nearly undisturbed.

"Wow, he acted as if he's afraid of you Rhiannon," mother whispered to her.

"He is. No matter how much I try to hide my activities, sometimes rumors abound about me, so I use them to my advantage. That way I don't have to do any of the fancy stuff…" she laughed brightly.

"What, did you punish one of the teachers or something," mom asked conspiratorially.

"As a matter of fact, I have. However, he wouldn't have heard about it. Do you remember reading about that Mary Kay Letourneau woman?"

"Hasn't everybody? I heard about it so much that I was sick of hearing about it."

"Well, not long before that came out in the press, we had a similar incident here. She never made it to trial or even arrest," Rhiannon smiled wickedly.

"What hap… Never mind, I don't think I want to know," mom thought better about what she was about to ask.

"Well… if you ever have a case of the screaming hornies, just give me a ring. I'm sure we can satisfy your needs," Rhiannon laughed.

"I suppose we should wind the party down now and let you get back to teaching your students," mom made ready to begin cleaning up the mess.

"Oh no you don't," Rhiannon stopped her, "There is more to teaching than tests and lectures. This is teaching many of them about interpersonal interactions between the sexes. It isn't often that they have this opportunity to discover the other half doesn't really have cooties."

"The boys are trying to speak with Tamara and so are the girls, so she is a factor in knotting the group into a single body. I see how that could be very important. I sometimes wish some of my teachers had been thoughtful enough to do this kind of thing for me. There really isn't much social interaction between boys and girls until high school," mom agreed, now with her arms folded and observing how we were talking, laughing, and reacting with each other.

"I'm so impressed with how far you have brought Tamara in such a short time. She seems completely at ease with being a girl. Some don't take to it as well," Rhiannon appraised with her compliment.

"It's not my doing, or at least not all of it is my doing. Tamara is an amazing little person. She accepted that she's now a girl and has made the best of it. I sometimes worry when she trembles and cowers, but at times like this, all I can do is shake my head in near disbelief," mom admitted to her.

"Children?" Miss Rhiannon spoke up, "May I have everyone's attention please?"

Once the room quieted, Rhiannon went on, "I'm not going to make everyone break up just yet, however I would like everyone to take their empty plates and plastic ware to the garbage cans now so that we don't wind up with a big mess. Thank you."

The party went on right up until it was time to go home. The whole class thanked my mom for a nice time and we said our goodbyes to them.

Looking In On Hank - Hank

I've been fucked in so many different ways, which I had never thought possible and still I'm ready for more. My need is so great I've not worried about eating or drinking, except for the bodily fluids of my partners.

Mistress Dawn had visited hours before and declared, "What the fuck?" however she went on and asked one of the people resting, "Did Rhiannon stop in?"

"Yes Mistress Dawn."

"I take it that she, did…" Dawn asked while pointing at me.

"Yes Mistress Dawn."

"What were your orders?"

"Rhiannon said, 'I want you all to go and fuck that thing until either you all can't fuck any longer, or it is satisfied! However, know this, it will NEVER be satisfied!' and then she blinked out. We've been doing our best Mistress, but it just keeps wanting more," the hugely busted, gorgeous woman informed her.

"I wish she would have… uh never mind. You are doing well Dearie, so I'll pick up some rations for everyone and bring them here so you can stay at it," Dawn informed her, as she left mumbling to herself.

'Oh bliss!' I thought, 'This will keep them strong enough to keep fucking me…'

Right about then Rhiannon came tooling into the parking lot above. She leapt out of her Ferrari, walked in and stated, "Dawn? Dawn baby where are you?"

Dawn walked up with an armload of energy bars and Gatorade, "I'm here godmother."

"I'm so sorry baby. I was so angry I forgot to appraise you of what has become of Hank," Rhiannon quickly apologized.

Dawn sighed, "Thank you godmother. I was going to read you the riot act."

"Okay… so I'm a goddess. I never said I was perfect," Rhiannon hugged the bigger woman.

"You've always been able to take the wind right out of my sails," Dawn laughed.

"I take it that you are going to fortify our sluts for longer sexual intimacy?" Rhiannon asked nodding to the items in Dawn's arms.

"Of course, they are scared shitless that you might turn them into something like Hank."

"I want to graduate Hank to the next level. Bring Joni in on him. I don't think he'll be able to deny her," Rhiannon ordered. "Did you know that fuck head broke Roger's arm?"

"I knew that Roger had a broken arm once, but not that Hank did it. That explains the tits and torment. I'll release Joni on him in about an hour. After she's had time to build up her… well, you know," Dawn informed her with a blush.

"Perfect! Now I have to jet to get ready for a dinner date with Tamara and her mother," Rhiannon supplied to Dawn.

"I haven't seen you this pleased in quite some time godmother. Come on… give!"

Rhiannon broke into a huge grin, "I'm going to be a godmother again!"

Dawn squealed like a happy cheerleader, "I'm so happy for you! I know how much you love mentoring girls."

"Thanks Baby girl. It doesn't mean I'm any less of your godmother mind you. So don't go getting jealous!"

"I've been hoping that you would find a new goddaughter for years now. Jealous, Hell I'm relieved," Dawn, admitted, "You need the love of that girl as much as she needs yours."

"I never could fool you. Oh, before I forget, here's a check to help pay for the new slut until I can get her up to speed," Rhiannon handed the other woman a large check.

"You know that this is way too much," Dawn accused.

"This one is going to take some extra attention so I want you to be compensated for taking you away from business. It's only money after all," Rhiannon informed her.

"If I didn't know that you could easily afford this I would make you take half of this back. But since you are wealthier that that pretender Gates, so wealthy in fact that you can remain anonymous, I think I'll accept your generosity."

"Good, I hate to argue. I'll give your best to Tamara and Conni," Rhiannon waved back at her while she quickly exited the tattoo parlor.

Dinner with the Cromwells - Tamara

I was in the bathtub soaking in lilac bubbles when mom slipped in, "Hi there sweetie."

"Mom?" I asked.

"Yes, what is it Tamara?"

"I really love you," I told her. I don't know why I said it, but I needed her to know.

She dropped to her knees crying and hugging me.

"Is this a happy cry or am I in trouble?" I asked.

Conni laughed, "Baby girl, my heart is soaring. You just surprise me so much," she explained as she hugged me.

"Why is that mom?" I was confused just a little.

"You are just a dear, girl," she explained.

"Oh, am I a better girl than I was a boy?" I asked wonderingly.

"I don't know, however I think you were an incredible boy too. When you were first, a girl you did things from when you were a boy that easily qualify.

"Oh, thanks. I was just trying to figure out why my dad didn't love me," I sighed, going back to washing myself.

"Tamara, the only thing I can tell you for sure, is that in no way was it your fault. Your father is the one who was at fault. As an adult if he was having troubles, which he couldn't deal with himself, he needed to either find help, or send you to live with someone who could care for you properly until he could get his head straight. Do you understand Tamara?" she asked, holding my face between her hands and looking into my eyes.

"Okay…" I replied unconvinced.

"I know it's hard to convince yourself that you didn't do anything wrong, especially when you are used to someone else saying how things are always your fault. You should take the opinion of a goddess, if you're lucky enough to know one," mom grinned at me. "And one will be here in half an hour, which means that you had better get out of this tub and get dressed or I'll bring her to meet you while your naked."

"You mean that she doesn't know what a naked girl looks like?" I teased back.

"Well I wouldn't want to make a goddess think that I was showing her disrespect by not making the effort to be dressed by the time she arrived," mom pointed out.

"Okay, okay, I was getting out now anyway. The water is getting chilly. What should I wear for her?" I asked, letting her dry me off with a big fluffy towel.

"I think I'm going to dress you in the softest sissy-looking dress you have. It will only be for you, Rhiannon, and me to see you in and I want you to feel as feminine as possible tonight. Can we do that?" she requested.

"Sure, it feels nice," I admitted. "The other nice thing about it is, nobody hits you when you look pretty."

"Nobody should hit you ever honey. That's another good reason for you to be pampered, so let's get busy," mom proposed as she led me to my bed, where she had laid out my garments for this evening.

After the panties were on, mom helped me into a pair of pantyhose, my bra, and a pink handkerchief dress, which has a low-waist style with floral appliqués at shoulder and hip and is made of polyester and spandex, and long dangly earrings. Mom made my face up with more makeup than she had the other day, and then put my hair up in an Edwardian braid.

I put on my strappy satin sandals, which are a closed-back, ankle-strap style with rhinestone trim at the strappy toe vamp, a full 4-inch stiletto heel, and satin uppers.

Mom sprayed me down with some of her 'Hypnotic Poison by Christian Dior perfume', in all the appropriate places.

Then Mom let me watch her dress again and over her lingerie she put on a turquoise asymmetrical halter dress with strappy rhinestone sandals in blue patent.

Mom was a vision in her pretty dress, "Wow, you look like one of the models in your magazines!"

"Why thank you sweetie. I wish I could say the same thing about you, but you are way too pretty to be one of those models," she smiled and adjusted my dress.

"That's silly. Those girls are gorgeous," I stated, having taken her seriously.

"Well then maybe next week we can take you out and have you do some modeling. You could be the next Cheryl Tiegs. It's hard work though… what am I saying? You're not afraid of hard work. We'll ask Rhiannon when she gets here, okay?" mom asked as we started out from the bedrooms towards the kitchen.

The doorbell diverted us from our intended path. We answered it together and invited Rhiannon in.

She was dressed in a silk racer-back dress with ruched center seam and rhinestone detail at the bust, which on her was an amazing sight to say the least.

Rhiannon was carrying a sealed bowl and she said, "Hi, I brought something like I said. I'd love to hug you both but I need to set this down in the kitchen first."

I hugged her anyway.

Mom said, "This way Miss Rhiannon," and she led her to the kitchen.

"So, Miss Rhiannon, what did you bring," I pried.

"I brought a big bowl of Cawl. It's the national dish of Wales. I hope you will like it. I've had quite a while to perfect the recipe," she laughed.

"I've never heard of it. It sounds intriguing," mom told her.

"What's in it?" I asked curiously.

"Leeks, potatoes, onions, parsnips, carrots, and plenty of special herbs and spices are in it. Good thing for you I'm not Scottish, I would have had to bring a haggis," she laughed.

"What's that?"

"Oh, it's the heart, liver and kidneys of a sheep, ground up with oatmeal and stuffed into its stomach," she informed me.

"Is it good?" I asked with much trepidation.

"It's really not bad. You have to eat it with a huge pile of mashed potatoes though," she told me with a fond smile.

"People eat some funny stuff," I surmised.

"They do indeed. But changing the subject, you look devastatingly beautiful tonight," Rhiannon told me as she held me at arm's length.

I blushed, "You're just saying that because I'm wearing a beautiful dress."

"I've got other reasons too, however right now let's help your mom with dinner," Rhiannon said as she carried a stack of plates, which were obviously meant for the table out to the dining room.

I followed her with the silverware and between the two of us we had the table set in no time.

"Okay you two, take a seat and I'll bring it out to you," Mom declared from the kitchen.

Rhiannon held my chair for me, however I didn't know what to do, "This is something you should start getting used to Tamara. Whenever you go out into a public restaurant, men are going to hold your chair for you. Just smooth your dress and be seated, but expect that I will push it in towards the table," she instructed.

I did as she directed and found that it was very nice to have someone pamper me like that.

"Thank you."

"I'm happy to help teach you anything dear," Rhiannon smiled as she seated herself.

Mom brought out the food and placed it on the table and we started our meal with the soup.

I was surprised that it was so good, but I should have known that Rhiannon would be the best cook ever.

Once the soup was finished, we dug into the garlic chicken breasts and baby carrots mom had prepared. Dinner was terrific, and the chatter was only slightly, strained.

After cleaning up, we retired to the living room and Rhiannon motioned me to sit next to her on the sofa, "Tamara, your mother has asked something of me and I have agreed to it, as long as it's alright with you."

"What is it?"

"Would you let me be your Godmother?" Rhiannon asked with a silly grin.

"You, mean like Dawn? You, want me to have big muscles?" I asked round-eyed and concerned.

"No honey. Dawn has big muscles because she likes to have big muscles. That doesn't have anything to do with the fact that she's my goddaughter. It just means that I promise to take care of you, as your mother does, for as long as I live," she informed me, again, while holding both of my hands.

"Would you?" I replied, hoping against hope that she would.

"It would please me more than you will ever know dear."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," I chanted, pouncing on her with my arms wrapped around her shoulders.

"I take it that you agree to it?" she teased.

"Duh," I mocked her.

"So you, don't want big muscles?" Rhiannon asked and continued with, "What do you want?"

"I want to be little and soft and have big boobies like my godmother," I declared with verve.

"So, wearing this lovely dress doesn't bother you?"

"No, should it?" I brightly asked.

"Just answer me honestly, what about it do you like?"

"It caresses me all over. It's colorful and just feels delicious, and I like being pretty," I answered and then added, "Partly because people are nice to me when I'm pretty."

"I'm so glad you like it, but I have one other question to ask you. Would you go back to being Roger if you could?" Rhiannon was looking into my eyes so hard it felt as if she were peering into my very soul.

"I… uh… no, I don't think I would want to be Roger. Even if I had my mom still and everything else, I just like being soft and pretty… Is that a bad thing?"

"Not at all. It makes my heart soar. I'm so glad that you like what I did to you. I was so very torn about doing it. You could have hated being a girl and hated me for making you one," she fretted.

I didn't know what to do to make her feel better, but her big soft lips were so close and they had felt so good, I just kissed her on them.

"Mmm that was nice, and the best answer you could have given me. I can't wait to tell Dawn!"

I thought for a minute, "Will she beat me up? I hope she won't be jealous."

"Actually when I talked to her about it, she was relieved, happy for you, and happy for me too," Rhiannon informed me, "In addition, now that you're my goddaughter, nobody anywhere ever will hit you and not pay the consequences, including Dawn. However, you don't need to worry about Dawn. Dawn is a gentle and very loving soul who only uses her strength to punish those who do evil and you don't even come close to that."

"I'm not all that good godmother," I fretted, knowing that she might find out my secret.

"Nonsense precious," she passionately stated, "Maybe… Conni, could you excuse us for a few minutes please?"

"Sure, I'll go do some laundry," she jumped up and quickly left us.

"Tamara, confession is good for the soul. You know that I'll find out sooner or later and it will be better for both of us if you tell me now," Rhiannon sternly urged.

"I…" I started, sniffed and then went on, "I'm the reason mom is dead…"

I tried to run away but she wouldn't let me go, "How did you do this heinous thing?"

I was crying now and through my tears I admitted, "I was bad and… and when dad was punishing me, mom tried to stop him. When he couldn't hit me, he started hitting her instead. When she finally got away she drove off and… and…" I couldn't finish it.

Rhiannon kept her cool, though it was certainly difficult, "What did you do that was so bad?"

"When I had recovered enough I filled in with, "I didn't get all of the dishes washed. I missed some that were in the living room."

Suddenly the room was alive with sparks jumping from place to place.

I shrunk down as far as I could to minimize the pain, which was surely coming to punish me, "I didn't mean to…"

Conni popped her head in the room, "What's going on! Don't you harm my little girl!" Conni rushed to grab me away from Rhiannon.

"Don't mom! I'm not worth it!" I yelled to protect her.

Rhiannon quickly calmed and the electric arcing stopped, "Wait, I'm not going to harm anyone here! I'm sorry, but when I become seriously angry, there's a buildup of energy around me. Tamara, you didn't have anything to do with your mother's death. Hank is damn lucky that he wasn't here right now. Tamara, nobody who is human expects an 8 year old to scour their house and search it top to bottom for dirty dishes. Your mom was doing just what Conni was about to do, save her baby, and Conni was doing it in the face of almost certain death. She didn't know that I wasn't going to harm you. That's what parents do. They protect their kids. Not just moms either, loving dads do it too. No, I wasn't upset with you Tamara and I'm sorry that you carried that burden so long. The only one responsible for your mother's death is soon to reap a surprising reward."

Conni said, "Whew! I'm glad of that."

"I thought you were going to punish me…" I sniffed.

"Sweetie, you were blaming yourself for things that you weren't responsible for. Thinking of the anguish that caused you, is what made me angry, but angry with the person who really was responsible. Now will you help me to see if I broke anything please?" Rhiannon helped me to my feet.

"That's got to be a real burden, that lightning thing," Conni remarked to her.

"You have no idea… It's a good thing I'm wealthy," she ruminated.

"If you're wealthy, why the hell do you teach school?" mom remarked quizzically.

"The first thousand years are easy. I like to teach children. I could care less that it doesn't pay much. I have to be careful that I don't do anything, which will make the other teachers or principal suspicious, so I arrange for grants and things to see to it that our class has everything they need. It's not totally concealed, so the principal knows that something isn't kosher. That's another reason he is careful around me."

"You sure have a complicated life Miss Rhiannon," I affirmed.

"Darling, to you, I'm either godmother, or just Rhiannon, at least whenever were away from school. In the classroom you'll still have to call me Miss Rhiannon, so the other children won't think I'm playing favorites, okay hon.?"

"Oh sure, thank you godmother."

"That goes for you too Conni."

"You want me to call you godmother too?" mom kidded.

"Would you like to pull on the other leg a while too?"

"Okay Rhiannon, but it wouldn't take me long to become excited. It is a lovely leg after all," mom told her blushing.

Rhiannon winked at her, "I think we can explore our friendship more later, but I think my favorite student is going to need her rest."

"Yes, Tamara should get her beauty sleep. Hey, Rhiannon, do you want to help get her ready for bed? She's lots of fun, and you can see first hand how much your goddaughter loves being a girl now," mom proposed.

"You know, I would love that. Is it okay with you Tamara dear?"

"Sure, if anyone knows what I look like naked, the goddess who created me should, so why not? We all look alike now," I logically surmised.

"In most aspects anyway," mom said with a smile.

We all trudged up to my room and mom asked Rhiannon to weed through my nighties for one she liked. She came up with a snow-white lacy teddie, which she helped me don.

"I'm very proud of you Tamara. You are an inspiration to me and I want you to know that you are in no way responsible for your mother's death. Now you sleep peacefully and if you need anything, yell out my name and I will come flying like an avenging angel, okay?" she hugged me and tucked the covers around me tightly.

"Wearing gold?" I asked bright eyed.

"Yes and I may bring your god-sister for good measure!"

"That would scare those who are too stupid to be afraid of you I guess."

"That it does little one," Rhiannon kissed me, turned off the light and they both left together.

Joni Dickford - Hank

I've been fucking my brains out forever it seems and I still want more.

Dawn entered my room and announced, "Rhiannon has decided that will be sufficient for now, you may all go back to your rooms and rest up until you are needed again."

"Nooooo don't go! Please, I need you all!" I began diddling myself since they were all filing out of the room ignoring my pleas.

"I'll be back once you are in a more flexible frame of mind," Dawn declared as she locked the door behind her.

"Fuck me, fuck me…" I chanted urgently working my twat.

Almost one half hour later Dawn entered another heretofore-locked room, "Joni, I have a job for you."

"Yes mistress Dawn," Joni stood up ready to follow.

"Before we leave, make sure it doesn't show," Dawn instructed.

"I'm ready mistress."

Dawn led the lovely woman to Hanks room and opened the door, "Hanky, I have a new friend for you. I want you to say hello to Joni, and you had better be extra sweet while you say it, or I won't let her stay."

"Nice… pleased… ooh, so lovely to meet you Joni," I stammered, while not missing a beat with my vulva ministrations.

"I'm pleased to meet you too Hanky," Joni offered her hand to shake.

I forced my hand from my nipple to make contact with hers and shook it.

"I bet if you beg Joni for sex, Hanky, she would be happy to fuck you…" Dawn suggested wickedly.

"Please beautiful Joni, will you fuck me please?" I begged shamelessly.

"You know what I want you to do first, Joni," Dawn winked at her, "I have customers to attend to, so I'll leave you two alone." Dawn closed and locked the door behind her.

"My, you got it bad Hanky. You must have been a bad, bad boy! Just look at the size of those boobs. They have to weigh almost as much as the rest of you."

"Ooh, but they feel so…" I moaned.

"Okay, we might as well get on with it. Would you take my skirt off for me Hanky?"

My shaking hands were all fumbles, so it took longer than normal to deprive her of he skirt and as soon as I had, my hands went right back to their stimulating of my sex.

"Now I don't want you to be frightened when I turn around Hanky, so ready yourself," she warned.

My mouth was watering thinking of her luscious pussy, but when she turned, "Oh my god! You've got a cock!"

"I certainly do and before I can fuck you with it, mistress Dawn insists that you suck the sperm out of me first," she informed me, with her member rigid, and six inches from my nose.

"Suck your cock? No way I… I… I can't," I pleaded.

"Darn, okay well then I'll just put my skirt back on…"

She made to do it but I stopped her, "No please don't go!"

"So you want to suck my cock after all?" she asked having momentarily stopped pulling up her skirt.

"No, but I… I will if I have to…" I whined.

"You make it sound so unappealing Hanky. I guess I had better leave."

"Oh please…" I nearly screamed.

"Only if you beg to suck my big thick cock, and you better swallow when I shoot my wad missy, or no fucking for you!" Joni threatened.

I was beside myself with lust and yearning, so I didn't really have any choice, "Please let me suck your big thick cock Joni. I promise I'll swallow!" I knew that I was broken and that whatever perverted sexual desires anyone asked of me, I would be a willing, meek participant.

Joni presented her huge throbbing member for my mouth to encircle. I uncertainly slipped it between my lips and began licking it up and around the shank and occasionally tonguing her glans.

She reached over and began working my free breast, rubbing, pulling, and twisting on my large sensitive nipples.

I was so hot that I actually shoved my head down farther on her big cock and slipped it down my throat a ways.

"Ooh you're a good cock sucking whore. Yah, suck it baby!" Joni urged.

I grabbed her testicals, which were the size of two big fuzzy tennis balls in a fleshy sack, and stroked them, cupping them, and gently squeezing from time to time.

"Mmm, that is good too. See if you can take all of my big cock into your mouth baby," Joni moaned, tweaking her own nipple.

My own hand in my crotch busily working my clit provided a sexy splooshing, squishing sound and I was getting insanely hot. I must have lost it, because I was driving that huge penis down my throat. I had to slide it out at times just to breathe but I quickly drove my face back down on it, farther and farther. Finally, my lips closed around the base of it, right at her scrotum, and I moaned in desire and accomplishment.

I felt her balls twitch and I still don't know why but I drove my finger right up her asshole, wiggling it around as I did.

Joni drove her hips hard into my face and I could feel her sperm flowing down my throat. I backed my face off finally to breathe and wound up with my cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk. I had to swallow fast to keep from letting it flow out of my lips. Her huge balls must have held a quart of jizzum, because I knew I was drinking down more than a l-liter bottle full.

"Oh yah, you're going to be a terrific cocksucker Hanky. Let's do that again baby, you came really hard too, I know you did. Just swallow what you have left. There's more where that came from," Joni urged.

I was amazed that she was still ready to go. Her massive dick didn't become flaccid in the least. I knew that I must do as she said, so once again I drove my face to the base of her throbbing tool.

"Ooh good! Moan and suck baby, moan and suck," Joni was licking her large lipstick covered lips as she stroked my head.

The thing that I realized right at that point was that I didn't need to stimulate my body as long as I was sucking her big dick. I didn't know why but it drove back my yearnings to an almost manageable level.

I was driving up and down only this time I put suction on her penis that pulled my cheeks up against her pulsating implement. I was toying her testes with one hand and banging her butt with the finger of my other hand.

It suddenly occurred to me to use another finger, so I poked a second up her rectum.

Her twitching member richly rewarded me. I felt her cuming so I squeezed her balls and the flow down my throat increased plenty, but I just had to taste the salty goodness of her sperm, so I backed my head off and got another mouthful.

"Ungh! Whew, that was a good one. Now baby lick my dick clean and maybe I'll fill your cunny with squirmy, wiggly sperm," she taunted while holding my head on her massive manhood.

I obeyed her and slurped her penis clean as a whistle.

"You're a damn good cocksucker Hanky, now let's see how good a fuck you are!" Joni announced as she moved one of my gigantic breasts to one side so I could lie on my back. She then turned me so that my butt was hanging slightly off the edge of my bed.

My legs splayed seemingly by themselves and I started playing with the one nipple still within my reach, and man was it so good.

"She did you good, boy! You should see your cunt positively drooling cum!"

"Fuck me, please! Oh fuck me like a bitch in heat!" I moaned, no longer caring that I was Hank, former macho man.

She teased my wanton hole with the glans of her penis for a while and my hips kept trying to slip my labia around that pleasure pump.

I could feel Joni grasp my boob with both of her hands and pull that diamond hard point of my ecstasy towards her.

"Take me, please take me," I pleaded wantonly.

"My, my, we certainly are a slut, aren't we?" she cruelly asked.

I didn't answer. It was humiliating enough having been, turned into this sex machine.

"Oh, you can't get away without admitting it Hanky. I'm going to stop if I don't hear what I want you to say," Joni ceased all her ministrations.

My yearnings and needs grew exponentially until I screamed, "I'm a slut! I'm a fuck crazy whore! Please fuck me."

"That's better," Joni finally began slipping her massive member past my labia into my drooling vagina.

"I'm going to make you a woman now Hanky. Hold onto your ovaries baby," Joni proclaimed as I felt her stretch my hole tightly around her love rod.

She began banging her hips into my widely spread butt and I could feel those gigantic balls slap against my fanny. With each thrust, I spoke out a high-pitched girly moan.

"Hanky, I want you to squeeze my cock baby. Tighten that vagina down around my big quivering cock."

I discovered muscles down there that I didn't know that I had, and began gripping her manhood to keep it from leaving my insides. I could feel my belly bulge each time she drove her penis inside me.

I screamed a big trembling orgasm, clamping down my vaginal muscles tightly around her Johnson, but she didn't even, slow down, she just kept fucking me.

She brought me to orgasm after orgasm until I felt her cock spew her huge load into my uterus. Her hips seemingly glued to my soft womanly ass.

When she pulled out, it felt as if I was empty and hollow and the need for being filled washed over my mind in an avalanche.

"Oh fuck me more, please, please Joni," I begged shamelessly.

"I intend to slut, now I want you to help me roll you over," she told me as she picked one of my boobs and moved it to the same side as the other. I got up on my knees as she urged me to, staring at my breasts lying on the bed way out in front of me.

"That won't do. Here, I'll swing your breasts around to the sides so we can play with them easier," Joni offered as she moved the first one.

I couldn't do much but lift my arms as she swung the boob around, except orgasm while she caressed the second as she moved it.

"Oh yes, Hanky was an evil boy! However, you will make amends for it, Rhiannon will make quite certain of it," Joni informed me.

While I was on all fours, Joni slipped her big cock into me once again, and the feeling was incredible. I was once again whole.

Her hips slammed into my huge soft butt, making it shimmy as if it were Jell-O. My boobs, even though they were lying quite firmly on the bed, had quivers flowing out from my chest, right to the end and then reflected back towards me, intercepting other out-going quivers. The sensation was indescribably luscious.

I supported myself on one arm for a bit to reach out and play with my sensual boob, but Joni's ass slamming was too much for me, to do it for long, that and the multiple orgasms turning my brain to mush.

In the midst of one lightning, star filled orgasm I caught a golden flash from my peripheral vision, but was too caught-up in pleasure to be bothered to look closer.

"You're doing a fine job of fucking this slut Joni," Rhiannon quietly stated.

Joni, breathing hard, replied, "Thank you Mistress Rhiannon, anything to please you."

"Hmm, do you think Hanky would enjoy a bigger cock?" Rhiannon asked her, with a vengeful glint in her eye.

"I am sure she would Miss Rhiannon," Joni answer with great trepidation.

"Don't you worry Joni, this will only be a temporary upgrade. Enjoy it while you have it," Mistress Rhiannon cooed to the frightened woman.

I could feel Joni's dick swell up inside me as if it were a rigid balloon and the slap of her fuzzy balls began to feel as if it were the hammering of shot-putt size melons on my soft ass.

I was so tight around her that she could barely slide in and out of me. I loved every second of it though, being so full of her and yelping out my pleasure with each thrust.

"You know Joni, you look thirsty to me. Are you, honey?" Rhiannon prompted.

"Yes my mistress, I am thirsty," Joni replied knowing full well that's what Rhiannon wanted to hear.

"Your goddess provides," Rhiannon stated.

I felt my breast swell and become heavier. They ached with their fullness, and I could feel my nipples grow wet. I felt someone lift one of those gigantic orbs up in her feminine hands.

"Here you go Joni, some milk to give you increased stamina," Rhiannon urged, offering my nipple to her.

Joni started sucking my teat and between the relief and the sexual stimulation, it sent me over the orgasm precipice once again.

"I've turned you into a moo cow Hanky. You will need milking plenty often now. Consider this payment for making your sweet boy think that it was his fault that his mother died, you piece of shit!" Rhiannon yelled in my ear, with great vehemence, and then winked out, leaving the room.

"Mmm, you have such sweet thick milk Hanky. I sure wouldn't want to be in your panties honey," Joni declared as she fucked me faster and harder than ever.

Not long after that, she exploded into my womb. The force of her ejaculation had sperm flowing out around her massive cock on all sides. My thighs and stomach were covered in thick slimy sperm.

Her orgasm triggered my own orgasm and I bit into the pillow so hard that I made a hole in the casing. I was so insane from that I didn't even know my own name.

Nevertheless, when she pulled out of me, it felt as if she gutted me. I would do anything just to get that back inside me.

"Please don't stop Joni. I need you so bad…" I whined.

"Here, suck on your other nipple for a little while," she demanded, handing me my teat.

I did, as she desired, feeling the bliss of pressure reducing in my aching boob and the flashes of pleasure playing about my synapses. My milk was indeed sweet and thick, reviving my tired body and making me ready for another two or three days of fucking.

"You look much better now baby, so back on your knees," Joni insisted, helping me roll back over.

"Joni, what did you do that made you into a woman with a huge dick?" I pried, my mind barely my own for the moment.

"I took advantage of a boy in my class. Therefore, I must experience the desires a young boy goes through in puberty. I can't look masculine, which would make getting what I desire much too easy," she informed me. "Now you delicious slut whore, relax your muscles at this end."

I did and she took her sperm soaked cock and started ramming in my bunghole.

"My ass?" I asked fearfully.

"Most certainly. The mistress requires her sluts to be, filled with jizzum in every orifice, and I would never do anything to displease her. The repercussions are too terrifying to be risked," Joni almost apologetically replied.

My tight ass finally, painfully yielded to her gigantic member.

"You might want to take your hand to your clit while a butt fuck you," she suggested.

I took her suggestion and it wasn't long before I took my other hand and had it rammed up to my wrist in my cunt as I diddled my clit. My torso was supported solely by my mammoth mammaries, which were leaking milk onto the bed as she fucked my sore ass.

Joni had me scream through three intense orgasms before depositing her incredible load in my widely stretched colon, with plenty spewing out to slime my legs and back.

Joni flopped me over stuffed a teat into my mouth, one of my hands into my cunt, and the other on top of my clittie, "Here, you do yourself while I go wash off my meat."

Now I found myself yearning for my ass to be filled as well as my fist filled love hole, but my desperate diddling kept me from loosing my mind all together as my milk revitalized me.

Joni returned and asked, "Since I washed my dick, will you suck it?"

I wanted to say no, but my cravings and bodily yearnings took over and I rotated my body and my boobs on the bed so that my face would be available for her use.

I spent the next full day sucking sperm from her, and having Joni inject my cunt and ass with huge amounts of her sperm. I was more and more frightened with each and every load I consumed. I was coming to love the taste.

School Daze - Tamara

Mom woke me and we breakfasted together as we had the day before. This morning however mom gave me some jeans to wear and a very girly t-shirt.

"Mom, does this t-shirt make my boobs look too big?" I asked her, while I stared at the bumps on my chest.

"Yes, it does make them look enticing," mom answered with a grin.

"You were worried about how my butt looked when we bought these jeans, but I think my fanny grew since then. I had to jump up and down to pull them up and then I had to roll around on the bed to get them to snap," I confessed.

"That's to be expected with your newly washed jeans honey. They tend to shrink up a little in the wash. After you wear them for a few minutes they will relax a little," she informed me, "Are you ready for me to take you to school?"

"Sure mom and thanks. You're a terrific mom," I told her out of the blue.

"Thank you precious. That means a lot to me," she hugged me and we left to take me to school.

I was early so I was able to hug my godmother before any of the other students arrived, "Miss Rhiannon, are you singing in your band tonight?" I pried.

"I sure am. Hey, can I dedicate a song to my new goddaughter tonight?"

"I'd like that," I told her. "I've never had anyone dedicate a song to me before."

"Technically, you're correct. However, Roger did have a song dedicated to him a few days ago," Rhiannon, informed me.

"Wow, that nice. It was you then too, wasn't it?" I assumed.

"Yes it was, and it will be again tonight," she assured me with a hug.

"I'm glad you're my godmother," I hugged her back tightly.

With things more relaxed at school the other girls were more comfortable talking with me than they might have been before.

Lori was as friendly as ever. I think that she and I are going to be best friends. I rely on her and she seems to overlook my feminine fopas. She would help me out when I acted too much like a boy and I tried to help her with anything I could.

The one subject I knew more about was, boys although she really didn't seem too interested in them.

I started to learn about the kinds of things girls liked to talk about, and fashions was one on the top of the list. I was thinking to myself how much I appreciated mom taking me shopping or else I wouldn't have anything to add to the conversation. As it was I had to do plenty of listening, but I was learning plenty all of the time.

Frankly, I was having so much fun that I was almost stunned when my stomach started cramping up on me.

Luckily, Miss Rhiannon noticed that I was off my feed, "Judging by your face Miss Cromwell, you are not feeling well. Please come with me while the rest of the class works on their assignments."

Once she had me in the hallway alone she asked, "It's evident that you are not feeling well Tamara, so please tell me what's wrong?"

"My stomach is kind of knotted," I admitted, holding my tummy with my hands.

"Uh oh…" Rhiannon snagged my hand and took me into the lady teacher's restroom with her.

I was reluctant to go in with her because it was for the teachers, but Rhiannon insisted that it was okay and I followed her in.

"Okay Tamara, into a stall with me please. Now pull down your jeans and panties. I need to look for something," Rhiannon instructed.

I did as she told me and yelped, "I'm bleeding…"

 

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