Goddess Rhiannon

by Wholeman

Part Three

 

"Calm down honey. It's okay. You're just menstruating. It's a natural thing for us women Tamara. Most girls don't start this early, but to give you those nice boobies, your body is just more mature than the other girl's bodies. This means that you're a woman now sweetie," Rhiannon told me. Just stand there for a minute. I'll be right back."

When she returned she handed me a big bandage to put in my panties. She called it a 'Maxi Pad' and said I would have to wear one in my panties for five days, maybe six. Additionally I will have to wear one in my panties in bed.

"Your body is just cleaning out your womb and getting prepared to accept a fetus if you were wanting to get pregnant. I'll talk to your mom and have her come to get you," she said, "Now come with me. We're going to have you lay down in the nurses office until she gets here."

While we were walking to the nurse's office, godmother flipped open her phone and said, "Conni? This is Rhiannon. Yes, I think you will need to take Tamara home for the rest of the day. No, she isn't in trouble. No, she's not sick either. Tamara is just having her first period. No, it's not all that unusual. Most girls don't start until they're around eleven, that's true. Actually, I think it is probably my fault. You know those boobs that she wanted? Well, you and I both know what makes them grow. Yes, I'm afraid so. No, I don't think she was embarrassed in front of the class. I caught it quickly enough and took her to the ladies room with me. Okay, she'll be lying down in the nurse's office when you get here. It's my pleasure Conni. See you."

"Your mom will be here in fifteen minutes Tamara. You don't mind if I look in on you tonight before I head off to sing do you?" godmother asked.

"I'd like that. Thank you for taking such good care of me, go… ah, Miss Rhiannon," I choked back the word before actually saying it.

"We're alone in a hallway dear. It's okay, no harm done," she claimed as we passed into the school office.

"Becky? Are you in here?" Rhiannon called out as we entered the nurse's office.

"Right here Rhiannon. What's up?"

"I have a precious young girl here who just became a woman. Her mom is coming to get her and should be here in about fifteen minutes. Can she lay down until she gets here?"

"She most certainly can. My, you are young for this, but I've heard of it happening. It's nothing to worry about, but you will not feel very good until it passes. Kick your shoes off and lay down," she fretted over me like a mother hen, "Rhiannon, did you take care of…?"

"That's all handled," godmother assured her. "Don't tell anyone, but Tamara is my goddaughter, so it's like my job to help her anyway."

"Is she really?"

"I'm the one who named her," Rhiannon assured her.

Becky looked to me for confirmation, so I nodded my assurance.

"Okay, well she's in the hands of a professional now, so you run back to those other children before they set the building on fire or something," Becky shoed her.

Rhiannon winked at me on her way out and I just lay there. It wasn't really very bad. I'd ached a lot worse after dad punished me, but I let them pamper me, cause mom said I could and should act like a sissy now that I'm a girl.

This girl's body should have come with an instruction manual. Of course, girls don't have to worry about their thing dangling out of their underwear. Having a smooth bottom was nice that way at least. Nevertheless, guys only have to give it a few shakes when they pee, whereas girls have to take off their clothes, sit, and then wipe. Then again, boys don't bleed out of their things, or at least I don't think they do, not having quite reached puberty as a boy yet.

I thought about all of this while I lay there waiting for mom. At least I get to act as if it hurts when it does, as a girl. I don't have to pretend that I'm not hurt, just so I don't get hurt more.

'I wonder how much I'm bleeding? Can I bleed to death this way, or does the big bandage on my butt stop the bleeding? Do all girls do this, or just the ones with boobies? Does this mean that I can have my own little girl when I grow up? Boy, if I do, I sure would never be mean to her. I'd hug her and dress her in soft and pretty clothes… and… and take her shopping,' I decided as I daydreamed.

"Do you have my darling daughter here Nurse Becky?" I heard mom ask.

I sat up, swung my legs off the couch, and slipped them in my pumps, "In here mom."

I got to my feet and suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my tummy, but I only hesitated a little as I stood.

"I'm feeling okay. You didn't have to leave work for me," I bravely told her shuffling over to where she was standing.

"You are going to come with me honey. When I get you in the car I'll give you a couple of Midol and we're going to introduce you to my OBGYN," mom enlightened me.

I had no idea what an OBGYN was, so I didn't say anything.

"You're definitely not feeling up to par," mom announced as she hugged me and began walking me towards the door. She stopped us briefly outside out of my class, got Rhiannon's attention and when she came out to the hallway mom said, "Thank you Rhiannon. This can be tough on a girl, especially if it happens and she doesn't have someone to help her."

"Oh, don't say another word. I'd have done it for any of my students, but I was especially glad to do it for my goddaughter. I'll swing by after school and see how thing are going if you don't mind."

"My home is your home," mom told her and we were on our way.

Belted in the Jaguar and on the road I asked, "Mom, what's an OBGYN?"

"An OBGYN, or OBstetrics and GYNecology doctor, is a doctor who specializes in the special problems which only women have. What you are going through today is something only women go through. It's natural and normal. I just want you to be checked out by the doctor since this is your first time," mom told me reassuringly.

"Is there a lot more stuff that's going to surprise me about being a girl mom?"

"This is probably the big one for most girls, but they are usually expecting it. Soon their mothers will be warning them that this will be happening to them, so it won't surprise them. You are just an early bloomer and I didn't have time to warn you. It would surprise any of the other girls in your class at your age too honey, so it's not just because you were a boy. Just think, now you will be able to help the other girls when they have their first period," mother bantered as she drove us.

"Their first period?" I asked confused as to what she meant.

"That's a common slang term for when a girl is menstruating. It's also referred to as 'Being on the rag'. Since women often use a sanitary napkin during that time of the month. We'll talk about the other ways to deal with your period at the doctor's office," mom told me as she parked the Jaguar and we headed into the medical building.

As we waited to be called, mom filled me in with another vital piece of information, "I don't want to scare you Tamara, but when you go in there, Dr. Wimbush is going to examine your private parts. It's something we need to do. She will put something inside your vulva and inspect your female parts. I don't want you to be frightened."

"Okay, if that's what girls do, I think it's something I should do too," I reasoned.

"That's the spirit," mom said, just as we were called back to the exam room.

"Hi there Tamara, is this your first pelvic exam?" the nurse asked me with a smile.

"Yes, it sure is."

"Has your mom filled you in on what the doctor will be doing today?" the nurse asked.

"Yes, she has."

Alright then sweetheart, disrobe completely and put this gown on," she said as she handed me, a pale-pink, cotton, open back gown with little red and blue flowers all over it, and then she left.

I stripped, but had no idea what to do with my sanitary napkin. Mom knew where they went and how to keep me from making a mess while we waited.

"Hi Tamara. Hi Conni. So, you've started menstruating have you, young lady? Well let me have a look to make sure it's not something else which has caused the bleeding," the lady doctor began, "First I want to get your vitals and do a general inspection of your body, so I'd like you to remove the gown and just stand there for a minute."

I did it and she looked under my arms and all over my body then she asked, "I need to palpitate your breasts, so just relax," and she pushed on my boobies and nipples, declaring, "Those feel normal, although I would expect them on a much older girl. You can put the gown back on and the hop up on the exam table please."

Up I went while she checked my blood pressure and listened to my heart and lungs, "Everything is fine. Now onto the tough one Tamara, lay back onto the table and I'll help you put your feet in these stirrups."

She put my feet up and to the sides and my whole bottom was exposed to her, "This is going to be a bit uncomfortable, but it won't take long."

I felt her stick her slimy fingers inside me and feel around and the next thing that happened was a warm metal tool was, slowly pushed inside me and then it expanded! Man, that felt weird!

She pulled it out but my hole didn't close up right away, so it felt like it was still inside me for a while and the jelly she used made me feel all slippery down there.

"Everything is completely normal hon.. Now we'll get some blood and check that out," the doctor said while she poked me in the arm with the Vacutainer.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it? You can get dressed now and you'll find tampons and Maxipads in that cabinet," she pointed to it. "I'll be back in a few minutes to give you a preliminary."

She left and mom helped me clean up and put a new pad in my panties.

Dr. Wimbush came back in and informed us, "Well even though it is unusual for a girl this young to be menstruating, it's not without precedence. As far as the physical exam goes you're a completely normal girl. The breast development is consistent with the fact that you are menstruating so it simply appears that you are blossoming a bit earlier than your peers will, Tamara. I have a few pamphlets here for you to read and you will need to have a long talk with your mother about how to handle your period. However, it appears that it is simply time to welcome you to womanhood," she held out her hand and I shook it.

"Conni, I'll call you when the blood work comes back and then mail you a copy of the report. You might want to schedule a mammogram for Tamara sometime in the near future too," she told mom.

We settled-up at reception, and then headed back for home.

Rhiannon was waiting for us in the driveway, "Can you spare a cup of coffee?"

"Sure can, just let me get the door open," mom opened the garage and I opened the front door while mom made coffee.

"Are you feeling better now hon.?" she asked after hugging me.

"I didn't feel all that bad at school either. I hurt a whole lot worse in class lots of times before," I admitted.

"I'm so sorry Tamara. I promise to do better in the future. You have to admit though, you were very good at hiding your pain," Rhiannon said with a tear in her eye. "I'm just so glad that Dawn caught on."

"Would you thank her for me godmother. I think I owe her a lot."

"A whole lot of people owe my other goddaughter plenty. She's good people. I'll have to bring you by her shop some day. No tattoos for you until you're old enough to make an informed decision though," Rhiannon warned me.

"How do tattoos come into this godmother?"

"Oh, yes, you wouldn't know, would you? Dawn owns a tattoo parlor, that's how they come into this."

"Oh," I said.

We were coming into the kitchen about then and mom and Rhiannon hugged each other.

"So, did the doctor tell you that I do good work?" Rhiannon said smiling broadly.

"Yes, the doctor confirms that Tamara is a healthy happy girl with the body of a ten year old," mom told her.

"Tamara is the hottest eight year old in the state," Rhiannon stated unequivocally, "I think, she takes after her godmother don't you Conni?"

"I'm sure of it. Her mom's only got a D cup and I'm betting Tamara is that big by the time she's in sixth grade," mom teased.

"And be into customs by the tenth grade," Rhiannon assured her.

"Are customs pretty and will they make my boobs look like yours?" I asked the questions that were the most important to me.

"Sure honey. Custom means you can get them made any way you want them. I have a couple of good seamstresses who do mine. If I see something I like, I give them a picture and they make one for me in my size. If I want one with a slight difference, like maybe, satin cups with lace over, I have her make it that way."

"It sure feels nicer to be a girl than being a boy... Ouch! Ooh… Cramps," I declared.

Mom and Rhiannon broke up laughing.

Rhiannon hugged me and said, "Sorry sweetie. I have to jet though, 'Sweet & Evil', will skin me if I don't get to the club on time."

She hugged mom and I, and then waved goodbye as she left to climb into her car.

We finished off our evening with dinner and education on how to deal with menstruation.

Planning - Narrator

"Hello? Dawn? This is Rhiannon. I think we can step Hanky up to the next phase."

"Right, have you got enough lined up for tonight or should I make an announcement at the show?"

"I agree the more the merrier. Expect company later. See you honey. I love you too," Rhiannon smiled as she pulled into the parking lot of her latest gig.

A New Name for Hank – Hank

"Oh, please! Someone fuck me!" I was nearly insane with desire.

Dawn walked into the room with a couple of the other girls and had me transported to another room… one with a door that opened to the outside world, "Time to clean your cum soaked room up some Hanky. The girls are giving you a sponge bath, so don't expect them to pleasure you and I'll see to it that you get plenty of more sex as soon as you're clean."

"Oh thank you mistress Dawn! I don't deserve your kindness! Oh god I need a fuck!" I screamed, begged, and whined.

It seemed like forever before they finished cleaning me of crusty dried sperm and pussy juices.

"There, you are all cleaned up and ready for sex! Okay girls, back to your rooms," Dawn ordered.

I was shocked and frightened. How could she promise me sex and then send my playmates to bed? However by now, I was smart enough to keep my swollen lips shut.

"Where oh where are we going to find someone to fuck poor Hanky?" Dawn wondered aloud. "Maybe through this door?" she said as she opened the door to the outside.

I looked through the open door and screamed!

Dawn closed the door and said, "Well if you feel that way about it! No sex for Hanky!"

She was on her way to leave the room and I stammered, "You can't be serious? You want me to fuck… to fuck… to fuck GUYS?"

"I most certainly do! Believe me, after your sperm cravings have had a while to work on you, you'll suck, fuck, and do anything you possibly can to get some. It's your choice, suck cocks, or go insane. Of course, if you go insane, it will be insane for sperm. If you don't get at least a quart of sperm a day, your cravings become greater. If you get enough, then soon your boobs will shrink down to a size, which will allow you to walk on your own."

"So when they are small enough, I won't have to… ugh… drink a quart of sperm a day any longer?" I asked, hoping I was right.

"You misunderstand honey. You need a quart of sperm in you, yes. However, you need at least a cup in your pussy, a cup in your anus and a pint in your stomach. It can't all come from one male either. These were Rhiannon's requirements, the highest ever required of a slut to date, congratulations on the record by the way. Now, you can either get your nourishment right here, or when you go crazy, you will get it from everywhere as you wander the streets begging for sperm. You can't wander though can you? Your boobs are too big for you to heft aren't they sweetie? Well, last chance. Do you want sperm, or do you want to wait until you can't help yourself?"

I cried, I moaned, I pleaded, and predictably, I acquiesced.

Dawn opened the door again and declared, "She's all yours boys! Fuck her brains out!"

'I'm not even a whore,' I thought to myself, 'I'm fucking and sucking free. I'm just a worthless slut!'

Right then, some faceless guy offered up his prick for my lips to pleasure, and my cravings overrode my disgust so I performed my first blowjob on a man, while being fucked from behind and nursing two other guys.

It didn't take me long to be rewarded with creamy loads for my cravings. The guys were quickly switched for new ones. I became more and more eager to suck their cocks, and be fucked by them. Luckily, I was able to convince some of the guys to fuck my ass too. Once I had received my reward, I started to be able to think again, as my craving slowly diminished.

'How the hell will I know when I have enough sperm to meet my requirement?' I wondered. 'I guess I just have to make sure I have way more than minimum.'

Today wouldn't be a problem. I was swimming in cocks and sperm in no time.

As soon as two or three guys were satisfied, two or three more took their place. I lost track of time and no one could count how many times I came. I was the Timex of sluts, I give a licking and keep on fucking!

I heard one of the guys exclaim, "Damn, this slut can sure take a cock! Ughn, yah baby, suck all that cum off my dick!"

"Hell, this end has so much sperm drooling from her cunt, I'm getting it all over my balls. We have to get someone to hose her out. It's like fucking a blow up doll after twenty or thirty other guys."

This was no revelation to me. There was a puddle all around my knees on the bed and I could feel the slime flowing down my legs in rivers.

As soon as that team finished with me, the doors closed and a couple of my girlfriends came in and cleaned the bed, the floor, and me.

"Don't say anything. Were just cleaning you off so more guys will fuck you, Dawn's orders," one of the girls informed me. They finished cleaning me quickly and opened the door to the long line of men, who were waiting for their turn.

That same scenario played out time and again and I couldn't stop fucking, even if I had wanted to. Thank goodness that my boobs were still supplying me with the milk, which so revitalized me.

Unfortunately, for me, some of the guys saw me nursing on my massive boobs and they gave it a try too. Imagine their surprise when their dicks became steel-hard and ready to fuck the slut a whole lot more!

Some of them even persuaded the girls to let them nurse, while I was cleaned up, which lead to plenty more sperm infusions. I watched the sun come up before the line outside dwindled and the girls finally cut me off from my supply.

"Come with me, Hanky. You are to be bathed and femininely dressed in a nightie and then Dawn wants to talk to you," Duany informed me. "I don't know what kind of a scum bag you used to be Hanky, but you must have been a real piece of work. I was a total asshole, and she didn't do nearly this much to me."

"I just wish you were sporting a big cock right now… I want a dick in my mouth so badly you'll never believe!"

"Somehow I believe you will have your wish fulfilled shortly, girl!" Duany laughed as she began scrubbing the caked on jizzum off my body.

She cleaned me up, while I diddled myself through a few good orgasms and then led me back to the room I had started in.

"Ah, good to see you all prettied up Hanky. You will actually get a chance for some sleep after your enthusiastic performance. Duany, wheel Hanky's boobs over to the bed and get her laying down, won't you love?" Dawn asked the hugely busted woman, who was pushing my boobs down the hallway on a tall table so that I could walk along with them.

Once my jiggly boobs and wiggly butt were lying on the bed, Dawn went on, "Now the only way you will be able to relax and sleep Hanky, is if you have this up your butt," she handed me a large penis shaped dong, "this up your cunt," she handed me an even bigger vibrator, "and this down your throat, strapped in tightly. Well, what are you waiting for? Get to inserting them or I'll take them away and you can lie there and try to diddle yourself asleep. It won't work though, but you can try!"

I knew better than to try not doing what Dawn recommended, so I inserted all of her 'gifts' as she recommended and she padlocked the strap behind my head to keep the cock gag she proffered in place.

"Good girl, Hanky. Now for the final touch… I attach the tube to your gag and activate the sperm pump. Enjoy your jizzum filled nap dear," she taunted as she left me

I only had to swallow infrequently so it didn't take much effort to keep from drowning, the pump just made certain that the taste of sperm filled my mouth while I slept. I was out like a light in a few minutes.

Girlfriends – Tamara

At school, the other girls were all asking me what had happened the day before, so I put it off until they became insistent and I finally told them, "I was… uh… well, the nurse said I'm a woman now."

I was surprised to find out that better than half of them understood what that meant.

Even Lori, when she pulled me aside and said, "So, you're on the rag! I'm so jealous. No wonder you have boobs Tamara. I can't wait until I have the curse too."

"You… you, want to bleed?" I asked in disbelief.

"Of course silly! It means you're a woman and can have babies," she gushed happily. "Wow, my new friend is already a woman, this is so awesome! Cathy and Tiffany are so jealous they have been trying to start the rumor that you are really a year older than we are."

"I am not," I declared in my own defense.

"That's what I told them. I knew that you weren't, because your twin was the same age as us. That and Rhiannon wouldn't lie and say that you're our age. That shut them up but quick. Nobody accuses her of anything unless they are darned sure of it, at least not if they think they would be caught," Lori giggled.

"That's a good policy," I agreed, thinking, 'Especially if they are boys… and want to stay that way.'

"That's right, Miss Rhiannon took you to the nurses yesterday," she recalled. "I don't care what the rumors are about her, I like Miss Rhiannon."

"She likes you too," I assured her, but then I added, "I'm sure she likes all of her students."

Lori looked at me funny, but didn't say anything.

The topic changed to fashions and what the other girls were doing, or saying. The rest of the school day was mostly uneventful.

The only thing which stood out was, the fact that Tiffany who was being catty, decided to accuse Miss Rhiannon of having Roger taken away by child services and stuck into a foster home far away.

"Miss Rhiannon wouldn't do something like that!" I declared loudly right to her face. "She was very upset about what happened to Roger and you shouldn't say bad things about her, especially not when I'm close enough to hear them." I turned and walked off, Lori in tow behind me.

"Wow, you sure went off on Tiffany. I thought you didn't know anything about Roger when we met."

"I didn't know about him, really. I know about Miss Rhiannon though. She's the one who fixed it so I have a mother again, so I know what a good person she is," I quickly dissembled.

'Well… it's mostly true,' I thought to myself.

"I knew you and Miss Rhiannon were friends. I could just feel it when she's around you," Lori confided as we headed back to the class after recess was over. "Tiffany is just upset that Roger is gone. She really liked him, even though she never was brave enough to tell him."

"Darn, now I'm sorry for yelling at her. But she shouldn't ever blame Miss Rhiannon," I told her, my emotions all in turmoil, "Miss Rhiannon would change the world to help any of her students if they need her."

Lori suddenly went pale but replied, "I bet she could…"

I figured that I should shut my mouth, because I was just making Lori more suspicious.

We walked in silence for a ways and Lori declared, "Oops! I was supposed to invite you over to my house tomorrow. It's my birthday and mom is going to have a few girls over for a slumber party. Please, tell me you can come!"

"I… I have to ask my mom first," I replied, dearly wanting to be there.

"Well, ask her before we have to be back in class," Lori insisted.

I slapped myself on the forehead. I forgot that I have a cell phone and mom is on speed dial, "Hello? Mom? It's me, Tamara."

I laughed when mom said, "As if I wouldn't recognize my precious daughter's voice!"

"Um… Lori asked me over to her house on Saturday night. It's her birthday and she is having a slumber party… and…"

"Enough said sweetie. You can go. I know you'll love it. I kind of miss going to them myself."

"Thanks mom! I'll miss being with you, mom. I have to go. Recess is over now. I love you so much mom," I told her quickly, right before the bell rang.

"God, I love you so, Tamara. Bye hon.."

"Mom said that I could go."

Lori squealed, "We're going to have so much fun!" she jumped up and down, holding my hands.

I wanted to jump with her, but I didn't think my tummy would like it much.

After School - Tamara

When I got home, mom was so excited about the slumber party.

I didn't have a clue what a slumber party is, so I said, "Mom, this might sound funny but, what's a slumber party?"

"Oh, that's right… you wouldn't know. If you didn't know what it was sweetie, why did you ask me to go?"

"Lori is kind of my best friend… and she wanted me to be there. It's her birthday party too, so I figure I should be there," I answered, wondering if I was in trouble now.

"That's very sweet of you dear and I know you won't regret asking to go. Slumber parties are for girls only. It's when your girlfriends all get together for a party and sleepover at someone's house. They stay up late and play games, tell stories, dress up their dolls, and generally get silly," she told me with a huge smile.

I relaxed right away, but realized right away, "Um, mom, I don't have any dolls and I don't know girl's games."

"Oh… that's right! You could be found-out…" she bit her lower lip lost in thought.

Conversation - Narrator

Finally, she got up and grabbed the phone, "Rhiannon, this is Conni. We have a minor emergency I could use your advice on how to handle it."

"Sure hon.. What's up?"

"Tamara's going to a slumber party," mom told her.

"Good for her, so what's the problem?" Rhiannon asked, driving the Ferrari, using her hands-free cell connection.

"Tamara has never played with dolls…? She doesn't know any games that girls play at slumber parties…? You know… girl stuff."

"Conni, I hate to say this, I haven't been to a slumber party as a girl in a couple of thousand years…"

"Oh-my-god, that's right! I guess I just need some help giving Tamara a crash course on playing with dolls and all. Do you have any ideas?"

"Hold for a second, I'm putting us on a three-way," Rhiannon replied.

"Hi godmother. What can I do for you?" Dawn answered.

"Dawn baby, could you give Conni and Tamara a hand? Your god-sister needs to know how to play with dolls and slumber party stuff. By-the-way, Conni, whose slumber party?" Rhiannon asked.

Dawn replied, "I'd love to help! It would give me a chance to spend some time in the 'light side' of the force."

"The party is for that little cutie Tamara has made friends with, Lori Lovette," mom interjected.

"Lori? That's perfect!" Rhiannon declared, "I know her aunt!"

"Lovette? Oh yes, she's a darling!" Dawn declared.

"You know, I think we could wrangle our way into this slumber party. Hang on, I'm going to a four-way."

"This is the Lovette residence."

"Lovette, this is Rhiannon and I have Dawn Whitham on the line with me, along with the mother of one of your niece's friends."

"Rhiannon, Dawn, so good to hear from you. To what do I owe this lovely surprise?"

"Well darling, I have a nervous mother who is just getting to know the daughter who was raised by her father, but is now with mom once again, after her other daughter passed away. You are getting the general mood I hope."

"Oh, I understand completely. How can I help?" Lovette asked brightly.

"First off, are you attending the birthday party?" Rhiannon pried.

"Actually, it had slipped my mind, but I think I should wrangle my way into her party. I get the feeling that you and the rest of the posse want to come as well?" Lovette giggled good-naturedly.

"Ah, you still read minds I see. Yes, Tamara's mom would be relieved to join the rest of us. However, I think that the grownup girls could have a great time, while the girls get silly on their own. Are you up for that hon.?" Rhiannon proposed.

"That would be fun… We'll have to be cool though. My sister is straight," Lovette warned.

"Not a problem hon.. How soon do you think you can get back to me if you sister goes for it?"

"I'll call you in ten minutes. You're still calling from that Ferrari, aren't you?"

"I've got to get a better muffler for this thing," Rhiannon teased.

"Okay, talk to you in a bit, bye now," Lovette clicked off the connection.

"Me too, I'll be over to your house in a bit Conni," Dawn promised.

"Great, that's a relief. Thanks Dawn. Thanks Rhiannon," Conni declared as she severed the connection.

Mom and Dawn Teach Dolls - Tamara

"Well Tamara, your problems are solved. Dawn will be here in just a few minutes to help with doll play and girl games. Rhiannon is wangling an invitation for Dawn, Lovette, herself, and I to go to the party with you," mom informed me with a big hug.

"But Lori was coming anyway. It would be silly to have a party for her without her being there," I decided.

Mom started laughing and once she caught her breath she said, "Ah, you're a treasure, Tamara. Lori's last name is Lovette, but her aunt uses it as her stage name too. Therefore, it will be the grownup girls and the birthday party girls in double parties. That way, we can be there to cover for any possible mix-ups."

"How does that get me dolls, to play with?" I asked, always the practical girl.

"Come along to your room Tamara, your sister had a lovely collection which I know she would want to pass on to you," mom took me by the hand and we wiggled our way into my bedroom.

"You know mom, being a girl is a lot jigglier than being a boy was," I observed.

"You notice the funniest things sometimes Tamara. I'm so used to it, I hardly even think about it. I suppose you're right though, even though you are just barely jiggling at your age. However, we need to introduce you to Barbie and her friend, so you can fit in with the other girls," mom announced as she refocused us on what was important.

The doorbell rang, so we raced each other to answer it. Even though mom jiggles more than I do, she still beat me to it.

"Dawn!" I squealed, throwing my arms around her small waist.

Mom just stood there and stared.

"Are you two going to ask me in, or is Conni going to try and do laundry on my abs?"

Conni blushed and said, "Please come in, Dawn. I'm sorry if I was staring, but it's the first time I've seen you without your, ah… gold suit and mask."

"It's alright Conni. I'm just pleased to be able to hang out with my god-sister."

"Wow, I've got the toughest god-sister ever! Um… would you mind if I felt you muscles?" I asked her uncertainly as we all made our way towards my bedroom.

"Here, go ahead," she told me as she flexed her huge bicep.

"It's like rocks. Mom, you've got to feel this!" I enthused.

Mom blushed three shades of crimson until Dawn said, "Go ahead, I know you want to."

Mom's feel was a lot gentler than mine was. She even got Dawn to moan as she did it.

"Sheesh, you have lovely soft hands there, Conni!" Dawn replied breathily.

"You have such delicious muscles too, god-sister Dawn," mom purred back. "I heard that I have you to thank for my precious Tamara."

It was Dawn's turn to blush, "Oh, it's not all my doing. We have a small network of ladies who are on the lookout for candidates to participate in Rhiannon's special kind of punishment. I almost wound up buying a new shop over my sweet god-sister there." Dawn smiled mischievously, ruffling my hair with one of her strong hands. "When she heard what was happening to you… well I'm just glad I got her attention away from her anger."

"I understand fully. When I told her it was my fault that mom died…" I gulped loudly right at this point.

"I thought she was going to harm Tamara," mom interjected.

"Nah, she wouldn't allow anything to happen to either of you, but your house might have needed some remodeling. I had a little shop once that was nearly flattened when she was pissed. That was before I learned to break her concentration," Dawn confided to us, "Of course I wound up with newer and better stuff. Godmother paid for everything. I just don't like to see her paying good money for something I can stop with a word or two."

"I thought I was dead," I admitted to her.

"She would never harm a child Tamara. Rhiannon has rules that she won't break. She has some rules that can be broken, but only if a child is in danger, and then only if there is no other way to help that child. Tamara is the first child she has allowed to be orphaned in forty years. I thought I wouldn't be able to stop her from doing serious damage when she learned it was you. I would have rather been locked in a phone booth with a cougar than tell her something like that."

"Every time I learned more of what Tamara went through I wanted to take vengeance for it," agreed Conni as we entered my room and she opened the closet.

"Don't you worry, Rhiannon is a 'VERY' good teacher," Dawn chuckled.

"I think she is a wonderful teacher. I'm so glad that the other kids and I get to be in her class. She's better than watching Television. All of the kids in the third grade want to be in her class, and all of the boys want to ride in her car…" I giggled, "But that might have changed because the last boy who got a ride, didn't come back."

"Well, actually she did," Dawn, corrected, "just a whole lot prettier."

"You, think I'm pretty?" I asked blushing at the compliment.

"You, my sweet god-sister, are gorgeous. If anybody tells you different, you call me and I'll thrash them good," Dawn declared making a big muscle. "I'm kidding of course. I don't hurt people unless it's absolutely necessary."

"What kind of car do you have god-sister Dawn?" I asked envisioning a big monster truck or something for her.

"You didn't see my hog when you let me in?" she asked, walking over to my window to point it out in the driveway.

"What hog?"

"The Harley Davidson motorcycle, hon.. Some people call them 'hogs'. In 1914, Harley formed its own racing team, called the 'Wrecking Crew'. One of the Harley team riders adopted a baby pig as a mascot, he called it 'Hog', and it became associated with Harley-Davidsons since then. Even if the corporate folks started, Harley Owner's Group, to be able to trademark the word, that's the real reason for it."

"Wow, I bet lots of people don't know that. You sure are smart," I told her.

"Just because I'm a girl it doesn't mean I can't like some of the same stuff guys like. I still like being feminine too, mind you. I sure remember playing with dolls as a young girl too, so let me show you some of the fun we had during slumber parties," Dawn started pulling out the dolls and their clothes.

"Things have changed since I was a girl though. The fashions are different but the important thing is learning what clothes go together on her, and for what occasions she would wear them."

Dawn started showing me how to coordinate the clothes and I learned a whole lot about the things that girls wear. There was even a makeup kit to teach girls how to put it on. Dawn showed me how to take care of my 'babies', and then she was showing me games like, 'spin the bottle' and 'truth or dare'.

"You do have an advantage over all of the other girls and even your mom and me. When the girls start talking about boys, you will be the expert. Not matter what one of the girls thinks she knows about guys, you are going to know for certain, so be careful and think carefully about correcting some of their misconceptions. It could lead to someone finding out who you were. On the other hand, you could be responsible for your friends knowing more about guys than any other girls around, just make sure they learn it slowly and try to attribute the knowledge to say… your 'fictious' father, Conni's ex-husband. You should deal with those issues later though."

"How should she bail out if she's in trouble Dawn," mom interposed, "a good catch all excuse for her to seek our help?"

"Well… you are the only girl in your class who is menstruating, so you could claim a 'pad failure' or say, 'It's time for my Midol.' and then head for the kitchen or bathroom. The old, 'holding your stomach and claiming, 'cramps'', and rushing out, ploy should work really well. Your girlfriends will all be understanding, even though they have never had 'cramps'," she laughed at the thought.

"It doesn't really hurt that much god-sister Dawn. I hurt a whole lot worse than this lots of times before…" I claimed, innocently.

Dawn snapped the mascara tube in two, accidentally right then, "Oh, Damn, sorry Tamara, I didn't mean to break it."

"It's okay Dawn, I have another one she can have… a real one," mom comforted her, "I understand completely. If I was as strong as you I probably would have dug fingerprints into the wallboard just now."

"Did I say something wrong?" I fretted.

"No dear, you didn't. We're just glad that your periods are so mild," Dawn lied, giving mom a sideways glance.

They coached me for some time after that, until I was becoming sleepy-eyed, "I think Tamara is getting tired Conni, and we can continue this tomorrow morning if you like," Dawn suggested.

"Good idea. Let's dress Tamara in something sexy and soft and let her get to sleep," mom decided, as the two women dug through my nightie drawer.

They came up with a lemon colored long length, silk nightie. Man, it caressed me all over and the shimmery cool fabric was so nice hugging my body in bed.

Mom and Dawn tucked me in, both ladies kissed me good night, and I fell asleep almost immediately, sighing in the comfort of my soft night clothing.

Grownups Discuss Tamara – Narrator

"Every time she makes light of being in pain because it's not as bad as she had it before I just…" Conni declared between gritted teeth.

"Tell me about it. I'm the one who snapped a mascara in two. I have to admit that I was beginning to feel sorry for Hanky, but I don't anymore."

"Who is Hanky?" Conni asked, not having heard the name before.

"Oh, Tamara's father was named Hank. We just started calling him Hanky when Rhiannon made him a bimbo," Dawn supplied, "Why? Do you have a better name for her?"

"Brittany?" mom giggled, "or maybe Bambi?"

"Bambi Boobies… now there's a name! He, he, he," Dawn chuckled at the justice in such a bimbo-esque name.

"That's fitting. Imagine a guy who finds out his name is the pure definition of a sex toy," Conni enjoyed the irony of it.

"I'll talk it over with Rhiannon, but I'm sure it will stick in this case," Dawn decided, yawning, her own fatigue catching up with her.

"You had better head home before you fall asleep at the hog…" Conni was becoming quite tired herself.

"It was so nice to meet you two. God I'm so glad Rhiannon has a new goddaughter. She's like a new woman. I haven't seen her so bubbly in decades," Dawn said as she hugged Conni goodnight.

"I feel alive myself for the first time in months. Thank you so much for my daughter. She's so perfect I've cried myself to sleep more than once since I got her," Conni admitted as they broke apart.

"You've handled her difficulties well Conni, though I'm sure she will be dealing with them for many years to come. You have a tough job girl, since Tamara is so good at hiding her problems. You will need to draw her out and get her to share herself. I don't envy you that job, but I do envy you the loving daughter," Dawn waved as she went into the driveway to climb aboard her yellow Harley for the ride home.

Hanks New Name - Hank

I woke up feeling refreshed but it took a few moments for me to remember why I had a cock gag in my mouth with the salty taste of sperm flooding my taste buds. I immediately felt the two large items impaling my bottom, and the two giant boobs keeping me from moving very far. I reached around to try to dislodge the cock gag but it was firmly, locked into place.

I just lay there waiting for someone to put me to some other disgusting or demeaning task. I soon realized that I was enthusiastically sucking on the gag, drawing a thicker stream of sperm out of the tube. It was so good, I had to get more, so I started milking the tubing to force more into my mouth. It soothed me as if I had taken barbiturates. The more I got in me, the less I minded sucking cocks.

I was becoming slightly bloated with the amount I had consumed by the time Dawn returned.

"I see you have a new record Hanky. You drank a whole gallon of dick juice, you nasty slut. Well, be that as it may, I have good news for you," she declared forcefully pumping another full cup into my face, "It was decided by your offspring's mother that you should be called, Bambi Boobies. I think that is just the perfect name for a whore like you. Get all that jizzum off the cock gag so I can take it out of your perfect cock sucking mouth."

I eagerly licked up everything that was available after she had turned off the flow of sperm.

Dawn popped the gag out of my face and said, "Go ahead, and lick your spermy lips. So, what's your name slut?"

"B… B… Bambi," I stuttered in shame.

"That's not all of it. I want the whole thing, NOW!"

"Bambi Boobies," I corrected.

"Make it a total sentence. I want you to sound as if you love your new name, or you will not only be in major pain, you won't be getting any jizzum in the near future either!"

"My name's Bambi Boobies," I intoned perkily, in my little girl voice, punctuating it with a giggle.

"That's better. Now say, 'My name's Bambi Boobies and I love being fucked."

"My name's Bambi Boobies and I love being fucked," I repeated, knowing where this was leading.

"Add sucking cocks to that, and I think we're getting somewhere," Dawn insisted, a cruel grimace on her face.

"My name's Bambi Boobies and I love being fucked and I love sucking big nasty cocks," I embellished, adding a giggle, trying to avoid her adding more to the phrase by being one step ahead of her.

"That's the spirit, but you left out those udders, so slip how much you love being milked like a dairy cow and you finally have the right mindset," Dawn decided, not quite willing to let me off the hook yet.

"My name's Bambi Boobies, I love being fucked, I love sucking big nasty cocks, and it drives me wild to be milked like a Jersey cow," I supplied with the requisite giggle.

"That's lovely Bambi. Now when I have the girls come in and move you to your happy place, I want you to announce that same thing to your adoring erect fans before I let them in to feed you more squirmy sperm. You will do that for me, won't you Bambi?" Dawn had obviously done this before.

I don't know what happened while I slept, but this Dawn was much crueler than when she put me to bed, so I dared not disappoint her, "Bambi will do it for you eagerly, Miss Dawn," and I threw in a giggle for good measure.

"You have the airhead act down quite well Bambi. See to it that you maintain the illusion until I tell you to stop doing it."

I giggled in reply.

Dawn let three of the girls in to drag my boobs and me to the room I occupied last night. I nearly lost it when they lifted my tits onto the rolling table, even with them ensconced in silk. I was so weak from not using my legs or arms to move myself about they nearly had to drag me.

"What's wrong with my feet? They won't let me put my heels down anymore, Miss Dawn," I asked, tiptoeing behind my boobs.

"You have to wear high heels for the rest of your days Bambi. You will never get to be a normal woman, so high heels make your legs look sexier and give your butt an alluring wiggle. You have every advantage needed to lure men to you as if you were magnetized. Get used to it," she responded flatly.

"Thank you so much Miss Dawn," I figured that being polite might be my only salvation.

"Girls, before we open the doors, does anyone need a pick-me-up? If you do, go ahead and nurse some. I'll wait," Dawn, offered to the ladies, who all three started suckling on my nipples swapping from time to time.

"Ughn… ooh… uh…" I moaned as the intense pleasure melted my mind once again.

The girls had my cunt positively drooling by the time they were sated.

"Scoot girls," Dawn commanded as she herself vacated the room, "Remember what I told you slut!"

The door slid open to the outside again and my supply of sperm was dangling there waiting for me to harvest it.

Well, it was dangling until they caught a glimpse of the titty slut drooling at both ends waiting for them.

"My name's Bambi Boobies, I love being fucked, I love sucking big nasty cocks, and it drives me wild to be milked like a Jersey cow!" I exclaimed with a giggle. I needn't say any more even if I could get it out around the huge piece of man meat that was fed to me.

'I was encased in cocks, all standing at attention and every one of them was for me!' I smiled with the realization, however immediately I thought, "Oh my god, what am I thinking!'

I was unable to think about it further though, because a giant jet of jizzum fired into the back of my throat and I moaned in the pure ecstasy of the experience. Thereafter I received sperm donations every minute or so as I orgasmed and sucked, while supplying milk to invigorate my studs.

Whenever a dick slipped from my mouth, I moaned and chanted, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Usually, there was a penis, slipped between my lips right about then.

Hour after hour, I was, fucked, cleaned, and fucked some more.

During one cleaning Dawn came in and whispered in my ear, "I was beginning to feel sorry for you yesterday, that is until I spoke with your offspring. You are deserving of every bit of this and more, cunt!"

"At least I know there's a boy somewhere to carry on the family name!" I retorted, in my one act of defiance since this hell had begun.

That bitch actually laughed! "Oh, no there isn't, Bambi!" she declared triumphantly.

I broke down crying at that point. It must be all of these feminine hormones I am awash in, "Poor Roger… what have I done?" I blubbered continuously until someone filled my swollen lips with a jizzum tube, whereupon I was once again, overcome with lust.

Forevermore the thoughts of Roger, no longer a man, would haunt my existence.

Prelude to a Slumber Party - Tamara

I awoke early as usual. Saturdays were always a great time to do whatever I wanted in the morning, dad usually slept in until noon.

My fuzzy slippers tickled my feet when I put them on. They were so cute and soft I always smiled when I thought to myself they are mine and no one is going to be angry with me for wearing them!

When I stumbled into the kitchen, mom was already there, waiting for me, with a hug, "You're better than an alarm clock girl. I can set my watch by you. What should we have for breakfast today?"

"Can I make omelets for us?" I asked hopefully.

"Only if I can coach. Is it a deal?"

"You bet! Eggs…" I recalled as I invaded the refrigerator, looking for them.

"Butter…" she offered, one of the ingredients I might not have realized I would need.

After gathering everything and placing it on the counter next to the stove, I dug out a frying pan, dropped a dollop of butter in it, and turned up the heat.

"You amaze me all of the time Tamara," Mom proclaimed. "You already make a better homemaker than many of your friends do, I wager!"

"I don't even know how to use a hammer…" I replied in surprise.

Mom giggled, "No, goofy, homemaker is someone who takes care of the family. Home builders are the ones with the hammers."

"Ohhhh…" I said, while carefully cracking the eggs into the bowl. I did pretty well too. I only had to fish out one piece of shell!

Mom handed me the whisk and showed me how it worked.

"This works better than a spoon," I realized, making the eggs all frothy.

"That's a relief," mom exclaimed.

"What's a relief?"

"I'm just happy to be able to teach you things and show you better ways than you already know. I'm relieved that you don't know so much. It makes me feel needed."

I set the bowl down and hugged her, "I'll always need you, mom."

"You better get back to it, you don't want the butter to burn," mom refocused me, but hugged me tightly before letting me go.

I finished making the first omelet and quickly made the second, however, mom had me make a third. She didn't say why.

When I put the food on the table, the doorbell rang and in came my god-sister Dawn, "Good morning ladies. Ooh, what's this? My god-sister cooks?"

"Mom, you knew Dawn was coming!" I accused with a smile.

"Sit down you two, we don't want Tamara's efforts to get cold," mom insisted.

It was a wonderful breakfast. Mom and Dawn were full of so much praise, I was embarrassed, but it felt nice to be appreciated.

My girl training continued for a while but we soon had to break off because it was time to get ready to go.

The phone rang and mom put it on speaker, "Hello?"

"Conni? Are my goddaughters there with you?" Rhiannon inquired.

"Yes, and they can hear you. I have the speaker phone on."

"Terrific! Well, Lovette came through. We are all invited to the slumber party, so get your nighties ready girls. I'll be there in about a minute and we can discuss the game plan," she informed us, "Oops, I'm in your driveway now. Answer the door girls!" She hung up the phone without any more ado.

We raced each other to the door, opened it, and Rhiannon marched in as if she owned the place, carrying her overnight bag, "That car is faster than I think sometimes."

"The parking outside Lori's house is going to be a real sight!" I decided.

"Yah, Lori's neighbors are going to think her place is a crack house," Dawn tittered.

"Well in literal terms…" Rhiannon started, thought better of it, and let the sentence fade.

I laughed myself into a case of hiccups though.

Mom and Dawn only let out a small snort of a laugh, but giggled at my reaction to the pun.

Mom taught me how to stretch my diaphragm and relieve the hiccups, by over-filling my lungs. (Moms know stuff like that.)

"What's everyone standing around for? Am I the only one eager to get to the slumber party?" Rhiannon inquired.

We all turned into a flurry of feminine activity, packing, dressing, and primping and were ready in no time.

"I suggest we arrive at slightly different times. Dawn, Conni, and Tamara you should arrive first. Dawn is technically with you two, and I'll be there as Lovette's guest. That should keep our relationship from being exposed. The girls would be wondering why the teacher showed up with a student, but when they find out that Lovette's my friend, that should confuse the issue enough," Rhiannon informed everyone.

"Wow, you should have been a general! You planned this as if it was a military strike," I surmised.

"Who says that I wasn't?" Rhiannon said, shocking all three of us, including Dawn. "Sometimes a girl just gets board. Anyway, when that slut Josephine took off on me, I decided I didn't want to play anymore and quit at Waterloo."

"No…! You weren't…" Conni started.

"The bindings on my boobs kept coming loose. I had to hold the ends together…" Rhiannon stated in excuse.

"So the reason you were painted with your hand…" Dawn began.

"Those hat were so cool, and the uniforms… well you know," Rhiannon blushed at the remembrance.

I had no idea what they were talking about, but the grownups were plenty shocked, so I stayed out of it.

"I learn things about my godmother everyday," Dawn stated in awe.

"You should have seen Josephine's face when she woke up as a man… as her little general no less," Rhiannon smiled at that point, "Too bad she sucked at being a general."

Mom and Dawn both laughed.

"Well, don't just stand there with your mouths agape, take off you three, I'll be twenty minutes behind you," she ordered.

Mom and Dawn saluted, so I did too and we headed out the door, Dawn to her hog, mom and I to the Jaguar.

Secrets Slumber and Revelation - Tamara

We pulled into Lori's driveway and as we rang the doorbell, Dawn pulled in behind us.

"Hi Tamara," Lori stated, "This must be your mother…?

"Call me Conni," mom told her as she offered her hand.

Lori shook it and said, "Nice to meet you." However, her attention was diverted as Dawn climbed the stairs after us.

"Lori, I want you to meet my god-sister, Dawn Whitham."

Lori froze like a deer in headlights.

Dawn took it right in stride, "Nice to meet you Lori," holding out her hand to shake.

"N… N… Hi," Lori stammered and hesitantly took Dawn's hand, not at all sure she would get it back.

"Looks like you've never met a body builder before," a small feminine voice came from behind Lori.

"Lovette!" Dawn exclaimed with open arms.

The two women embraced.

"Aunt Lovette?" Lori quietly stated, slightly shocked.

"Relax Lori. Dawn and I are long time friends," Lovette told her, "Looks like you have a few new tats Dawn."

"Just a few. I hear you have another friend coming along soon too," Dawn slyly stated.

"Rhiannon is coming and us big girls, so to speak, are going to party while the young ladies have theirs," Lovette giggled at the subterfuge.

"Yes, us big girls. Watch out Lovette, Lori is almost taller than you already," Dawn laughed aloud.

"I'd take offense if I didn't know how much you love dainty little ladies," Lovette rebuked, as she beckoned us inside.

Dawn swatted Lovette playfully on her bottom and we all chased them into Lori's house.

"Do you know what's going on?" Lori asked me in a whisper.

"Yes. You know how women are when there's a party," I explained.

"Huh?" Lori wasn't following my circular logic, which is exactly what I had hoped for.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" I pouted exaggeratedly.

Now poor Lori was really confused, but she couldn't let her friend feel unwanted, "I'm extremely happy to see you, silly. I'm so glad you could come to my party."

"Is anyone else here yet?" I wondered, looking down hallways and into the living room.

"No, you are the first one. I wanted you to be here early, so you and I can spend some time together and I thought that you might want to help me set things up…" Lori asked hopefully.

"Oh, I'd be more than happy to help. How many of us are there going to be?" I inquired, so I would be able to figure how much we needed to do.

Lori was blushing beet red and answered, "Everyone I invited is already here."

It was my turn to be confused, which didn't last long because the doorbell rang.

Lori and Lovette dove for the door together, which was rather comical since they were almost the same size but Lovette has a better forward counterbalance so she opened the door, "Rhiannon! So good of you to come darling." Lovette hugged my pretty teacher, with her face over a foot from Rhiannon's since their boobs were at the same level.

"Miss Rhiannon? You, came to my slumber party?" Lori stood with her mouth agape.

"Oh, hi Lori. Actually, I'm here for Lovette's slumber party," Rhiannon dissembled while she released Lovette.

"Lori, I've known Rhiannon for quite a while. We've even done a… well umm… We've worked together, yah that's it. We've worked together before."

"Good recovery Lovette," Conni giggled.

Lori's mom joined us, "Sorry I didn't get here sooner, but I was putting snacks out."

Lori decided she should introduce us, "Everyone, this is my mom and Lovette's sister, Lucy. Mom, this is my teacher, Miss Rhiannon."

"Nice to meet you," and handshakes came in stereo.

"Mom, I'd like you to meet my new best friend, Tamara Cromwell and her mother, Conni."

Lucy shook mom's hand but me, me she gave a hug so big my feet were dangling above the floor, "You my dear, have the most enthusiastic best friend ever. Lori can't speak about anything but, Tamara."

"Nice to meet you too, Ms. Lovette," I replied still floating in the air.

"My goodness, I don't think I've seen a girl wear a dress in… well in a long time. I thought Lori was loosing it when she started wearing dresses more often. I love seeing the two of you looking so beautiful. You're a good influence on her."

When Lucy set me down, she looked around her and then said, "Oh my god, do I feel underdressed!" when she realized that she was the only one wearing slacks.

"Don't worry about it Lucy. I've been having Tamara wear dresses because her father wouldn't buy her any," mom told her, covering for me.

It seems that I like to wear dresses now. They make my legs feel nice and I feel like one of the girls when I do. (I couldn't wear dresses as a boy.)

"Everyone into the living room. This hallway is getting too crowded," Lucy stated as she led the way.

I paired up with Lori and asked, "Did you mean, when I asked you before, that I'm the only girl you invited to the slumber party?"

Lori blushed and replied, "Yes."

"I was so worried about what to do at a slumber party… I've never been to one before," I admitted.

"I've never been to one either. I'm not very popular I'm afraid. The other girls think I'm spooky," Lori informed me, which surprised me quite a bit.

"Spooky? You always seem to get along with all of the other girls really well."

"I'll tell you about it when we have a chance to be alone, if that's alright with you."

"Sure," this was interesting. She sounded like it was a real deep dark secret. I felt so special since she wanted to share it with me.

We chose seats in the living room, Rhiannon, Dawn, and Lovette on the couch, and Lori and I on the love seat. Lucy excused herself and slipped away down the hall.

"Oh good! Lucy left her no calorie dressing for the vegetables!" Lovette exclaimed as she adeptly scooped up some on a carrot.

"No calorie? Usually low calorie means it tastes like…" I caught myself before I actually said anything more.

Lovette laughed, "I know what you mean! Nevertheless, Lucy's is delicious. It's an old secret family recipe. Give it a try Tamara. Lori, show Tamara it's not poison," she laughed again.

Lori dug out a big scoop and stuffed it in her mouth.

"Okay, if she likes it…" I put some on a piece of broccoli and sampled it. "Mmm, it tastes like sharp white cheddar and bacon."

Dawn dug in and tried it next, "I don't care how many calories it has. I'll work them off later," she declared, flexing her bicep. "No way does this have zero calories Lovette!"

"Guaranteed or your figure back," Lovette assured her.

Rhiannon stared at it for a moment, "She's right Dawn. You could eat as much of that as you want and will never gain a single pound from it." Rhiannon stood up and held her hands over Dawn's eyes, with her fingers spread.

"OH! Yes, now I understand," she remarked, as though she had been wearing decoder glasses or something.

Lori blushed and Lovette twittered. I on the other hand just looked puzzled, but felt better, when Lori held my hand reassuringly.

There was a bright pastel streak, which flashed by in the hallway and an announcement from the kitchen, "Dinner's ready, everyone to the table."

"Wow, your mom is sure fast!" I told Lori.

"You saw her?" Lori's eyes were wide in astonishment.

"I just told you I did. I would never lie to you Lori, unless I really, really had to!"

Lori cleared her throat, stood, and then led me to the dining table, with everyone else in tight formation behind us.

The table was set so beautifully, I had to gasp, "That's the most beautiful setting I have ever seen Lori." Every piece seemed to glow with it's own inner fire. The patterns had knot work all around the edges and dragons on the plates rim chasing each other around inside of the knots. The center of each plate was different with what appeared to be runes.

"Thank you Tamara. Mom only brings it out for very special occasions," she smiled as she had me sit in the chair right next to her.

Lucy was very fast putting the dishes on the table. Not as fast as she was in the hallway, but she was as quick, as anyone that I'd seen before was.

"I love your dress Lucy. Very smart with just a hint of sexy," Rhiannon observed, smiling from ear to ear.

Lucy blushed and said, "Thank you Rhiannon. I just felt that since we had such exalted company, it was only proper and polite."

Dawn looked questioningly at Rhiannon, with a, 'does she know?' look.

Rhiannon looked back, smiled and nodded.

I caught the whole exchange and it sent chills right up and down my spine.

Lucy bowed her head and said, "Thanks be to the god and goddess."

Everyone but me replied, "So mote it be."

Hey, I didn't know what was going on, but even mom had known what to say. I was embarrassed having not said it, but Rhiannon winked at me, which to me meant everything, was all right.

"I have prepared pasties for everyone and there is a fine red wine chilling. Lori will be, allowed some, but it is up to Conni whether Tamara will imbibe. There is crystal clear spring water and my own homemade juices for anyone who would care for some."

Lucy stood, entered the kitchen, and returned with a bottle, which appeared to have an incredibly faded label on it. She proffered the cork to Rhiannon, and then poured a taste into a big funny looking spoon.

After Rhiannon had approved the cork, she tasted the spoonful and proclaimed, "Magnificent." The look she shot Conni was utterly unmistakable, it said, 'Tamara should try this'.

Conni wasn't about to give up her decision-making ability, even to a goddess, "Who makes the wine, Lucy? Is there a vintage?"

"This is from a family vineyard. It dates to 1437," Lucy looked almost trapped, as if she hadn't wanted to say how old the wine was.

"Holy! Yes, Tamara may partake! Dear lord, that's older than the whole continent!" Conni was astonished, "Thank you so very much for sharing this with us!"

Mom was even, flushed, when she whispered to me, "Tamara, if that bottle were sold at auction, it would be worth as much or more than Rhiannon's car."

When Lucy poured the wine, Rhiannon first and then the rest of us, I noticed the wineglass had more of the knot-work around it and it gave off a bluish glow.

Lucy placed a semi-circular pastry on everyone's plate there was a seam around the rounded edge, doubled over and pressed with a fork to seal it.

When everyone had theirs, I waited and watched to see how to eat it.

Rhiannon smiled at me, used her fork to pierce the top part of the pastry around the seam, and then lifted it over making it cover the whole plate. She took her knife and placed a pad of butter on each half, which melted quickly.

I followed along and inside the shell, I found steak, potatoes, peas, rutabaga, and parsley, "Neat! A whole meal in a pie shell," I happily exclaimed.

"I haven't had one of these in quite a few years. This is a lovely treat, Lucy," Rhiannon stated with a smile, as she delicately chewed small bites of the pasty.

Lucy beamed with pride at the praise, "I am overjoyed you approve, Rhiannon."

"Tamara, I just can't resist the teacher in me. The pasties you are eating come from the region, which the goddess, you are named after, protects. They were, made for the miners in the area to take into the mines for lunch. That was way back before Tupperware or plastic wrap so they were a way to take the food with them, without having a pot or bowl with them. Pasties just might be the world's first fast food," Rhiannon informed me.

"Thank you Miss Rhiannon. That's a very special insight for me."

Lucy was studying me closely, but I pretended not to notice.

I sipped my wine and it tasted so nice. It felt like the grapes were singing to my tongue, "Mmm, this is tasty. Does all wine taste like this?"

"Um…" mom tried.

"Ah…" Dawn wanted to cover, but was at a loss.

"No, Tamara, this is a very special wine. You may never taste it's like again," Rhiannon informed me, completely honestly. "Unless Lucy has a basement full she wants to share with you," Rhiannon tittered, winking at Lucy, who blushed.

We finished eating our dinner, and I went to help Lucy take the dishes into the kitchen but she wouldn't let me.

"You and Lori take off and play," she insisted.

"When can we give her the birthday presents?"

"Oh, give me about half an hour and we can all get together in the living room, alright?" Lucy ruffled my hair and shooed me.

I joined Lori in her room and asked, "Do we play with Barbies now?"

"Do you really want to?" Lori asked, "Or would you like to talk about how I know that you're really Roger?"

The whole world went out of focus, as if I was looking through my own eyes from far away. When I snapped back forward into my head I said, "What? I'm not…"

"I know Roger. I'm not guessing that you are Roger. I know you are Roger. I can see you in there," she insisted, "But don't be frightened. I'll share my secret with you. I want you to know, because we are from the same hidden world that normals will never know. That's why I know I can be close to you and share who I really am."

"Are you like Miss Rhiannon?" I asked wide-eyed.

"Oh goodness no! I'm not a goddess!" she remarked with a little giggle.

"You, know who she is?" I was totally astonished.

"Yes, I've known for some time. Goddess Rhiannon has known who I am for longer than that," she admitted, "For a goddess, Rhiannon is the nicest one."

"Oh… so you know about her husband then…"

"She's married?" Lori was astonished this time.

"No, her husband died long ago, but he was a mortal like us," I supplied, sitting on her bed with her.

"Like you," Lori corrected.

"Okay you know about Rhiannon and me. I won't think anything bad about you, honest. Unless you don't want to be my friend anymore because I was a boy, then I'd just be sad."

"I'll just come out and say it then. I'm a pixie," she swallowed hard.

"I thought you were a cute pixie when I was a boy, so now we can be pixies together?"

"No, Tamara, I'm a real pixie. Mom's a pixie and so is aunt Lovette. Mom is very old. She made the wine we drank at dinner," Lori admitted, staring deeply into my eyes looking for my reaction.

"That's great. So, you are going to be around a long time too? You're so lucky," I hugged her tight.

"I thought of so many reactions you might have had, but this one I never expected. You aren't frightened or upset," she smiled brightly, "I love you!"

She kissed me on the mouth, which startled me but I didn't push her away or anything.

"I have to ask you a question though, Tamara. Did you really see mom run by in the hallway?"

"I wouldn't have said I did, if I hadn't."

"Normals aren't supposed to be able to see us when we move that fast, and Dawn had to look through Rhiannon's vision to see that we're pixies. What do you see when you look at me?"

"You look like you always did, except that you have a bright pink glow all around you. Your mom is Lavender and Lovette is bright red. Rhiannon and Dawn are both golden."

Lori stood up and yelled, "MOM!"

There was a blur and instantly Lucy was with us.

"You're not hurt. What's the scream all about?"

"Woof, Lucy you are Fast, with a capitol F!"

"YOU SAW ME?"

"Mom, Tamara is…"

"It's alright Lori. I know what Tamara is," Rhiannon assured everyone in the room as she joined us.

"What am I, Rhiannon?" I quietly squeaked, suddenly afraid I'd grow another head or something.

Rhiannon changed into her golden goddess form evoking gasps from everyone except Dawn and me.

"Calm yourself child. The goddess Rhiannon has known from the start that within you resides the sole of a sorceress untrained. Your new friend was simply, frightened by things long in the past. Pixies and Sorceresses haven't gotten along very well in the past. Now a days they have learned to be friends and even closer in some cases. Tamara is still the same sweet girl you've grown close to in the past few days, so throw off your prejudice and hug her or there will be a very annoyed goddess in this room."

Lori, "eeped," and threw her arms around me immediately.

"Pixies aren't as bored as they once were. In this world there is so much to see and do, therefore they don't go off and annoy sorceresses just for kicks and wind up with their little hoo-haws getting kicked by angry sorceresses. Long life can be very boring when the fastest transportation is a horse," Rhiannon informed the uneducated. "I'm going to change back now, so don't get out of hand right away, cause if there's anything worse than a pissed off sorceress, it's a pissed off goddess!"

Mom had arrived in time for the show and looked like all of the blood drained out of her face, "Rhiannon? Would you catch mom before she hurts her nose?"

"Oof! That was very observant of you, Tamara. Dawn! Get your big assed muscles over here and lend a hand will you?"

Dawn hoisted mom into the air as if she weighed ten pounds and asked, "Where to pixies?"

All three tittered and Lucy said, "Take her to my room, first door on your right."

"I had hoped to break the news to Conni a little gentler than that…" Rhiannon sighed.

"What color is Conni, Tamara," Lori asked.

"Mom's a warm yellow," I supplied.

"Hey, Lovette, Tamara says that you're a scarlet woman!" she giggled into her hand.

"Lori? Was the blue glow in the dip, pixie dust?" the auras all around me were beginning to make sense, so I tried to confirm what I suspected.

"Yes, that's why no calories."

"What did you think all of the colors were about Tamara," Lucy asked in fascination.

"I just thought all girls saw the colors and boys didn't."

"In your case, that was true. Boys don't become sorceresses. Therefore, when I made you a girl, it freed your abilities. I would have told you, but you've had a hell of a week," Rhiannon lovingly stroked my hair away from my face.

"Can I ask just one more question?" I asked her.

"Sure."

"What's a pixie?"

The laughter was uproarious.

"Sorry Tamara, we were laughing because no one bothered to make sure you knew about pixies," Rhiannon assured me, "According to mythology, Pixies are small, winged creatures with heads too large for their bodies. They have small pointed ears and noses and arched eyebrows. Their wings are shiny and translucent, and they are seen wearing seasonal colors and flora. They are friendly but capricious and are given to non-malicious mischief. They wear caps of foxglove and toadstools, both plants they hold sacred."

"That's what normals think Pixies are. However, real Pixies are right in front of you. These ladies are small, but not tiny. Lori, would you pull your hair back for Tamara?" Rhiannon requested.

Lori pulled her long hair back and there, exposed for everyone was a pair of pointy ears.

"Tamara, look," Lucy encouraged. She didn't need to uncover her ears, they had been exposed all night, however as Tamara watched, Lucy's ears went out of focus and when you could see them again, they were as pointy as Lori's ears, and then Lovette's ears did the same thing.

"Wings…" Rhiannon prompted.

All three ladies unfolded very large translucent butterfly type wings.

"That is so cool! Lori your wings are beautiful. I'm so jealous," I told my friend. I wanted to hug her but when I stepped close, she backed away from me, "What's the matter Lori?" I stuck out my lower lip, upset that she was frightened of me.

Rhiannon cleared her throat and then said, "Lori is very exposed right now, and her wings are incredibly fragile. You could hurt her if you aren't careful."

Lori slowly came towards me. I felt it was best that she came to me, so she wouldn't be concerned. I held my hands out towards her but let her place them on her flanks so we could hug.

"I'm so proud of you girls. Lori, you can hide your wings if you like hon.," Rhiannon suggested. "Tamara, when Lori is older, she too will be able to hide her ears the way her mom and Lovette do. Until then she needs to use her hair to hide them."

"She's good at it too. If her glow didn't have pointed ears, I wouldn't ever have guessed," I confirmed.

"You, knew I had pointed ears? You, never said anything? Why didn't you ask?" Lori stammered.

"I thought they were beautiful, and even when I was Roger, I wanted to get to know you, because of them," I admitted, blushing and looking at my shoes.

"You could see auras when you were Roger?" Rhiannon asked, the last person, whom I thought would be shocked.

"Uh huh. I used to be hit when I told people about their colors. Dad was angry that his was muddy brown, and mom's was sunny yellow. Rhiannon was always golden. All of the other kids had their own colors."

"Wow, now I'm impressed, Tamara. Boys never become sorceresses, but even so, you still had some of the potential. You will one day be a very powerful sorceress," confirmed Rhiannon with a maternally proud smile.

Dawn leaned in close to Rhiannon and whispered, "Bambi is lucky you got to her first!"

Rhiannon laughed and whispered back, "Sorceresses who are abused as children can be vengeful indeed. I'm certain that Roger one day would have had to become female, one way or another, and then splat, Hank would pay."

"Come on Tamara, let's get in our nighties and we can slumber party. Maybe the big girls, will play too?" Lori was acting like herself again, knowing that I had know she was different, all along.

We started grabbing our stuff and the grownups all wondered back to the living room.

Once clad in our gossamer finery I giggled and said, "Come on Lori, Let's put mom in her nightie while she's napping."

Lori's pixyish face took on a wonderful mischievous smile and she agreed.

We finish quickly, slipped into the living room with the others, and were, greeted by Lovette, who hugged us in turn and squealed, "You two look positively delicious."

Everyone told stories and laughed. We had a wonderful time for better than half an hour when mom came stumbling out from the bedroom, "How the heck did I wind up in my nightie?"

I swear we tried to stifle it, but it was too insistent, therefore our giggles gave us away immediately.

"I know whose idea it was too! Tamara, thanks sweetie, I'm sorry that I fainted… again," she blushed and peered about her, looking for wings, pointed ears or maybe a golden goddesses.

Lucy hugged her and announced, "Quite understandable my dear. I myself almost fainted when I heard your Tamara is a sorceress."

Mom looked a little unsteady again but managed to ask, "What does all of this mean?"

"It means, oh mother of my favorite god-sister, that you are going to have one of the most interesting lives a mortal woman has ever had," Dawn smiled and hugged her big enough that her feet were off the floor.

The slumber party went silly after that and we all had a giggly fun time.

Bambi What Are You – Bambi

My time went dizzyingly quickly with orgasms, cleaning, and milking.

Once Dawn returned, I asked her something, which had been bothering me for some hours, "Miss Dawn? Why don't I get hungry, or want to eat regular food?"

"Oh my, Bambi, aren't you getting enough jizzum? We could see if you could handle more cocks if you're still hungry," Dawn taunted.

I was long past being ashamed of sucking dick so I answered, "I'm drinking enough cum to provide for my daily requirements then."

"Well, I'll let Rhiannon answer that one," Dawn declared with a knowing smile.

The room became, energized as the now familiar form of Rhiannon the Goddess appeared in front of me, "Bambi, so nice to see your sperm coated face again. Dawn and I found out how very lucky you are that I was able to punish you, rather than you waiting around for your offspring to do it. However, that isn't why I'm here."

Rhiannon had paused so long I asked, "W… w… why are you here?"

"Why to help you on to your next life of course!"

"After all this… you're going to kill me?"

"Heavens no Bambi! I would never waste all of this training my dear."

"So, now is when my boobies get small enough I can be a street walker?"

"Good guess, but wrong Bambi. Your boobies stay the gargantuan size I made them."

"But Dawn said…" I stammered incredulously.

"We wanted you to think you would be returned to a more normal looking slut. You might have become despondent otherwise," Rhiannon answered, obviously enjoying drawing out my sentencing.

"So I'm being sold to a brothel, or a freak show?"

"You do have a mundane imagination Bambi. No my dear," Rhiannon raise her hands, bringing forth swirling golden balls of magical force which she flung in my direction.

I felt lighter than I had in weeks, and in fact, I actually began to float above the bed!

"You are to become a succubus, Bambi, cursed to roam the world in search of sperm. You will find yourself chasing the night around the planet, ever searching for a man who will supply you with the biggest load of jizzum in the area as he slumbers. The ever present need to feed on a man's release, to feel the creamy juices flowing down your throat, to enjoy his nursing on your mammoth breasts, so that he will provide you with more sperm, will consume the rest of eternity for you. You are trapped in the body of an insatiable, freakishly hugely busted, mega slut, for all time."

I was fast loosing focus on what Rhiannon was telling me as my yearning swelled.

"You should envy your playmates here at Dawn's pleasure palace, they at least have a chance to earn their forgiveness, returning to an almost normal life after serving their penance. You will soon have no other thought than about the next cock you will be sucking. Now off with you Bambi, fulfill the nocturnal fantasies of desperately lonely men who need the release only you can provide."

'Damn I'm glad she finish her ranting, I need cock and I need it NOW!' I thought, 'Nice… I can fly. I can fly through walls and solid objects now. This sure will make it easier to find cocks! There's one now! God, he looks like he hasn't gotten off in six months! Poor baby, I know you'll feel so much better after you give me that immense load making your pretty balls so blue! Come to momma!'

I slipped his morning bone into my drooling lips and sucked greedily on his jizzum fountain. I flopped one of my massive hanging boob's nipples into his snoring mouth, only to feel the orgasmic stimulation firing throughout my very being.

'Yah, baby, suck on mommy's milk! It feeds strong boners twelve ways! Mmm sperm, so much sperm, is backing up, in your big smelly balls. Okay now fuck mommy! Yes!' I mentally encouraged my slumbering jizzum supply, knowing that in his dream, he could feel and see my wanton feminine form fucking and sucking him.

'How could that silly Rhiannon think that this was punishment?' I mused, while I happily sucked the boy until he was dry.

"Aw… all gone! Well, on to the next hairy Dick!' I mindlessly mused, flying off ethereally in search of my next sperm donor.

 

Epilog

Tamara and Conni's adventure with sorcery, pixies, goddess, and more proved to be the stuff of legends. They grew as close as any mother and daughter, could. The trials and tribulations any young girl experienced were all Tamara's for the taking.

Dawn and Rhiannon continued working to make their little corner of the world a better place, later aided by the awesome powers of the Sorceress Tamara.

Lori eventually married Tamara, sealing a pact, which healed the rift between sorceresses and pixies. Their daughter grew to be a special kind of pixie, whose like would shed peace upon all who would know her.

Lucy, the proud grandmother would champion the peace with all pixies.

Lovette… well, her acting and modeling career is known throughout the land, and men, fantasizing about making love to her in their sleep would awaken suddenly to view an ethereal creature who appeared to be mostly boobs, draining their aching balls for them.

Joni, whose help with Bambi was so necessary, was finally paroled. Rhiannon changed her back into the woman she so desired to be, as long as she remained away from schoolboys.

The other women… err… objects of Rhiannon's just punishments, met various ends. Most of them pleaded to remain the buxom women they had become use to being, and many of those became loving mothers, but that's another story!

The End

 

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Recipes

 

Cawl or 'leek broth' is the traditional St. David's Day meal.

 

1 TBS. bacon fat

2 medium onions, diced

2 parsnips, chopped

5 carrots, sliced

1 LB. beef brisket

2 LB. bacon

10 peppercorns

4 garlic cloves, peeled, and minced

water or beef stock

1 LB. potatoes, peeled, and quartered

5 small leeks

 

In a heavy soup pot, heat the bacon fat and add the onions, carrots, leeks, garlic, and parsnips. Brown the vegetables, and remove from the pot. Add the beef brisket and brown. Return the vegetables to the pot, removing some of the grease (as much as you prefer). Then add the bacon and spices, covering all in the pot with water. Heat to boiling, take off the skim on top, and reduce heat. Simmer for 3 hours. Add potatoes about 30 minutes before the end of the simmering.

 

Translations

The following are written in the actual Cornish language, Translations are to English.

 

First Incantation

Dha nerth remüvya an Dawn.

Means:

Your strength transfers to Dawn.

 

Second incantation

Dewes Rhiannon brüsy hem tebeles dhe an deleth cussya a benenek tekter ha yeunes.

Means:

Goddess Rhiannon sentences this wicked person to the suitable curse of womanly beauty and yearning.

 

Third Incantation

Hem tullwysk a gwregoleth rak ty.

Means:

This disguise of femininity is for you.

 

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Goddess Rhiannon (Version 0.1)

By Wholeman

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