The Government Program
by: Jennifer Allison

 

It all started nine months ago at a town meeting.
A decision was made that night that changed my life forever.

 

#1 The Proposal

"Unless something is done. Our town will just become a ghost town. A place only we will remember," announced Billy Johns, our town mayor. "The Cannery closing down and the lumber mill laying off workers. I don't see how we can hold it all together."

You see our town isn't very big. There are only a hundred students in my Junior Class, exactly. That was one of the reasons why our town was asked to join this government program. One of the others was that it was evenly divided 50 boys and 50 girls.

"What about the state or even the Federal government will they help?" asked my father.

"Nope, it seems like we aren't the only ones in trouble. The state has no money since they tried to gas tax law and made the big mistake pertaining to the intrastate trucking. They tried to apprise everybody. While everybody outside the state made out like bandits. The state residents got the shaft.

"The Feds are trying to help the others states. Who could have predicted this year would be the year that the weather would be the nastiest in recorded history. With flooding making a mess in the Midwest. The third year of the draught in the Plains States. Then three hurricanes hitting the United States back to back to back. That made Hurricane Andrew look like a summer shower."

"So we are on our own?" Asked Mr. Potts the high school principal.

"Not exactly!" said a voice in the back of the room.

"Who is that, please step forward and identify yourself."

A man of sixty stepped forward.
"My name is Brown. I think I can help."

"How can you do that?" the mayor asked.

"I am responsible for a combine Government/business study. Your town fits our requirements to a T."

Then Mister Brown spent the next hour going into details.

"You have to be kidding," were most used words in the audience during the hour. The other words used were. "Are you crazy."

Then followed a discussion that lasted three more hours. After that a vote was taken and Mr. Brown's proposal was accepted.

"You all realize that the whole Junior Class has to agree to this. If one of the kids says No! Then it is no deal."

"Will you be there when we tell them about it?" asked my mom.

"Yes I will if you want."

 

After lunch two days later the Junior Class was instructed to go to gym for a class meeting. All of their parents were also present. The rest of the students were sent home. Then all the entrances were sealed with 1 policeman and a couple of the other classes' parents.

The meeting started with the mayor followed by the school principal and then some of our parents explaining the dire situation our town was in.

Then came the bombshell of the way to save our town.

You could have heard a pin drop in the gym. The whole Junior Class sat there dumb founded in utter shock. As more of the details were passed on to us, not a word was said between the students.

"As you can see this is the only way we can save our town. It is either this or plan on moving away in the next few months. To who knows where. There aren't that many jobs out there."

"So the decision is all yours. Every student in the Junior Class has to agree to this. If one of you says no then the deal is off. So what I ask you to do is talk with your parents or with anybody else in the room you want to. We also have phones available for those who might want to use them. All we ask with the phones is that you tell us whom you are calling. Most of your grandparents and other major relatives already know."

"We also want to set a time limit. It is now 3 p.m. I would like to meet back here at 5 unless you Juniors come back earlier. At that time we will have a vote. Each student will go into the voting booth and mark their ballots with a black pen then drop them in the vote box. After all of the students are done the votes will be then be counted.

"If there is 1 no vote, the deal is off."

At 6 o'clock the vote was announced. 100 Yes to Zero No.

My Junior Class' fate was sealed.

 

Four weeks from the day of the vote the government program was started.

What the government wanted to know was:

What would happen it they take a class of 100 students that was divided equally at 50/50 and find out what happens if they take 25 boys and 25 girls and them make them live the next nine months as the opposite sex under a controlled situation.

 

* * *

 

What the Government wanted to know in the long run was. With the world situation as it is today and with so many people believing they had been born the wrong sex. The Government wanted to see what would happen if they transformed 25 boys into girls and 25 girls into boys of the general age group, under a controlled situation. My Junior Class fit into the program perfectly. 100 students and equally divided between boys and girls.

We heard later, that another town more desperate than ours agreed to the program without any control.

They also wanted to see how many of the transformees would change back at the end of the nine months.

 

 

#2 The Selections

The selections were made three days later. But they weren't announced until the day of the actual transformation, two weeks later.

Mr. Potts made this announcement that fateful morning.

"As you all know a new program will start in the next few weeks involving our Junior Class. Today is the day we start getting ready for that day. As a member of the Junior Class enters the locker for gym class today they will be asked for their student ID and then they will take a folded piece of paper from a box. Which will have a B for Boy or a G for Girl marked inside. Then they will sign the piece of paper and place in the locked box. This way the identities of those selected for the program won't be known until the day of their transformation. This way no one can cheat. From the mayor's son to the garbage man's daughter. From Vanessa Waters (the Veronica Lodge of our town, to Billy Bates, (our Jughead). All selections are final, no changes will be allowed."

The precaution of checking the IDs weren't needed. Mr. Boles the school's vice principal knew every boy in school by sight.

As I dropped my signed folded note. I had a cold chill run up my back. I knew that right then and there I had selected one of the notes with the G.

By lunch time the school bookmakers had a gender change pool going, a quarter each. 100 names on the list and the winner would be the one who selected the most transformees. I even made one out. I hit on only 15 out 50. It doesn't help when you refuse to pick a friend just because you didn't want to jinx them.

I found out later that my name was selected 80% of the time. Did they know something I didn't?

 

At lunch, the program was all that we talked about.

Most of the other students left the Juniors to ourselves.

We hadn't been given all the details on exactly what was to happen to those selected for the program. So speculation ran rampant. On what a certain student would look like if they were selected.

"Can you just picture Bruiser Brock with breasts and in a dress? Or Alison Fischer who spends so much on make-up that the Avon lady doesn't need any other customer, as a boy?" asked my friend and my off and on girlfriend Susan.

My reply was. "Don't forget we could be in the same boat. Just think one minute your hair is down to your waist and then next it is as short as mine."

"Yuck!" Susan replied. "I don't even want to think of that possibility."

"You had better think of that possibility. There is a 50/50 chance you selected the letter B."

 

As the days passed the anticipation grew. Sometimes it was almost unbearable.

During this time all Juniors were given physicals and spent at least two sessions with Government shrinks.

Until the night of the phone call.

I can still hear my dad speaking on the phone.

"Yes, I understand. Dean will be here if he is selected." Then he hung up.

He then called us all together. My mom, sister and myself.

"It's tomorrow. The school is being setup as we speak. So there won't be any school tomorrow. As for you Dean you are to stay in the house until someone comes for you. Or until we receive the all clear phone call."

I asked. "Do they know who has been selected yet?"

"Only five people know who is on the list. Mr. Brown and two of his assistants, Chief of the Police Axman, and one his deputies."

"So what happens tomorrow?"

"All I can tell you is this. I can speculate on the rest but I won't do that. Starting at 8 tomorrow morning. A van will come and pick up all those selected. They don't want to over burden the school all at once. So they will pick 5 kids at a time. Take them to the school and when they have reached a certain point in the transformation process 5 more kids will be picked up. They figure the last of the kids will be picked up by 1 p.m. They should have them home by 9 p.m. The B's should done a lot earlier since they will have to do less with them."

My parents sent me to bed quite early that night.

As most of you can figure. It was just like Christmas Eve night. I figured I only had two hours of sleep all total.

 

Little before 8 o'clock I was on the phone to my friend Bud. Bud lived on the hill just outside of town, looking outside his bedroom window he could see 60% of the town. Plus also he had received a telescope for Christmas last year. I figured he could keep me up to date on the progress of the van. I didn't know until later that they were using two vans.

As I explained to Bud what I wanted. He started looking over the housing tract.

Within five minutes he made his first report.

"Remember the remark about Bruiser Brock in a dress you made Dean?"

"Yes!"

"Better get used to it. A van just picked him up. Also I think I see someone else in the van. It sure looks like Vanessa Waters. But I am not sure." As Bud reported the fifth pickup I let out a small sigh of relief, 5 down 45 to go.

Twenty minutes later Bud was on the phone reporting that the van was back. Since it is a small school I knew everybody that was selected. So everytime Bud said a name I had a small qualm about it being them not me.

Another twenty minutes and Bud reported the van was back.

The first two pick ups were very close to me.

Then Bud said it.

"Dean, go look out your window."

I rushed to the window. What I found was the van parked in front of my house. And a deputy coming up the walk.

I was the 13th kid to be picked up. I have always hated that number and now I always will.

My mom called my name as I slowly walked down the stairs.

"Dean!"

What I didn't appreciate was what my sister did.

"You can borrow some of my things until you get your own, SIS!" holding out a pair of panties and a training bra.

I just kept moving on to meet the deputy.

"Dean you know why I am here. Just go and climb in the van." said Deputy Harris. Turning towards my mom he said. "We should have her back home around 5 p.m." I did notice he used the feminine pronoun. I guess I had better get used to it.

There were already two kids in the van when I climb in. Paul Shafter, one those guys that really wanted to be a G. As much as I wanted to be a B. And Rita Pearce, a quiet girl I knew in passing.

"Hi Rita, Paul."

"Hi!" they replied

Two more boys were picked before we arrived at the school.

 

#3 The Transformation

Deputy Harris drove us to the gym entrance to the high school.

"You G's need to go in the girl locker room. B to the boys."

A boy's dream come true. Unfortunately is it not the way I planned.

As I entered I noticed the color scheme was more soft and feminine. Where the boy's lockers were painted blue; the girl's were a light pink.

Ms. Morris who was the girl's gym teacher met us. "Please strip and place all of your clothes in the trash can provided." As she said this, she handed each of us a bottle of hair remover. "I want you rub this over your body, except in the general area of your penis, and your head. I want each of you to help each other so when I inspect your work I won't find any hair. Fifteen minutes after you are done. You will take a shower. After your shower I will tell you what I want next. Also don't forget. When a girl wraps herself in a towel she does it from the chest, not from the waist."

Nothing of a sexual nature took place as we helped each other with the hair remover. After fifteen minutes we took the required shower. As we reentered the locker area Ms. Morris stood there and inspected our handiwork. She only needed to use the razor twice.

"Now I want you to put on the garments you find in the locker in front of you."

When we opened the locker we found a white one-piece body suit with a little lace around the breast and the leg openings. What happened next was very embarrassing. When this body suit made contact with little Dean I had I lost it, and shot a load of cum. Turning red, I noticed that the other 3 G's had done the same thing.

"I see you girls like the idea of wearing soft and lacy feminine clothes. Don't worry every G who has gone through here so far had an accident. So now go wash yourself off. We do have extra body suits."

"Including Bruiser?" I asked.

"Yes, including Bruiser."

After another quick shower there were no more accidents. "If you have anymore accidents you'll just have to wipe yourself clean and continue to wear your body suit.

"Now follow me. Next stop the medical."

 

As I entered the classroom the first thing I noticed were the four exam tables. Also present were two local doctors, Doctors Nix and Wharton. There were two others I presumed from the Government.

Doctor Nix asked us. "Please climb up on one of the exam tables. Please give us your name as you do."

"Dean."

I sat down and watched Dr. Nix pick up a folder and read it for few moments. Then he went over to the counter and picked up a tray with three bottles on it along with four syringes.

"First Dean I need to deaden your throat. Then while we wait for that to take effect I will give two shots in your nipples. Don't worry this is part of the program."

The shot in the neck didn't hurt that much. But the shots in my nipples hurt like hell. After they stopped hurting the itching started and they were very hot to touch. But I had no other feeling down there. Then the worst part of the whole procedure. The fourth shot, this was also in the neck around my vocal cords. I found out later what Dr. Nix was doing. While he was working the needle around my neck, a Lab tech was having trouble finding a vein when drawing blood. He was shooting something into my vocal cords.

"I don't want you to do any talking for at least an hour. At least not until your nipples stop itching."

I just nodded.

Calling over two Senior girls who had walked into the room during the procedure.

"I am done here. Please help Deanna to the beauty salon."

I must have given him a questionable look.

"I guess your parents didn't tell you your feminine name. All the parents picked out the names last week."

 

Still feeling a little wobbly the girls help me down the hall to the next room. Which normally was used for Science classes. The sinks were available for the beauticians. There I found Ms. Pitchard the owner/operator of one the local beauty parlors.

"Have a seat Deanna. I want to explain what I am going to do with you today. I want you to look at some samples of hairstyles that I think that would look the best on you. I would like you then to make a choice of which one you would like to have. I plan on just some trimming, cutting and styling today. Next week you will need to stop at my shop and have your permanent. While I do this. Your two helpers will be giving you a manicure and a pedicure.

"By the time I am done your voice should be back."

I spent the next 90 minutes in the beauty salon. Having the works, but during all this time I wore a cape that made it so I couldn't see what was happening to my body. As Ms. Pitchard finished with my hair I found out.

As she was turning me to show me my new look the itching in my chest stopped. The sign that told me I could use my voice again. The mirror was right next to the door. So when someone who walked by that looked like a feminine version of Bruiser go by. I had to say something.

"Hey Bruiser how is it going," I said. What shocked me weren't the words but the sound that came out of mouth. Instead of the low baritone that had been my voice ever since I was thirteen. It sounded very high and feminine and very sexy. I found out what Dr. Nix was doing with my throat earlier. He changed it from a man's voice to a woman's voice.

"My name is not Bruiser anymore it is Hilda short for Brunhilda."

I received another shocked as Hilda walked into the room. It wasn't her hair or the make-up she was wearing, or even the body suit she had on. But what shocked me was what was inside the body suit. Hilda had breasts, not just little 32 AAA's but 38 GGG's.

"Hi Dean." the nice, smooth and high voice came from out of Hilda's mouth.

"My name is now Deanna," I said. Then I said. "Your fake breasts sure look real."

"They aren't fake and neither are yours."

"What do you mean. Mine?" In desperation I ripped the cape from my neck, to show him. I showed myself. I found out what caused the itching and the burning. The 36 EEE's that had sprouted from my chest. As I looked at my cleavage, caused by my breasts. I had another accident as Ms. Pitchard handed me a towel.

"I have to get going," said Hilda and then she left.

"Don't worry about having an accident. Every G who has been through so far has had an accident when they found out about their breasts.

As I moved my body suit down so I could wipe myself I noticed my nipples had grown too. They must have been almost 2 inches in diameter.

"I guess they meant a girl in every respect but one. They meant every respect but one."

"Yes they did. One more thing so you won't worry your pretty little head over it. None of the body changes are permanent. Now Deanna get over to the next room for your make-up."

 

The first thing they had me do was strip. Then they went to work on trimming my pubic hair making it look more feminine.

Then after protecting my new hairdo. They rubbed a special cream on my face. I was told I would have to use this cream at least once every six weeks to hold back my facial hair. The only hair left on my face after they were done was the eyebrows and eye lashes. Then came the pain in my left earlobe followed by another. Then repeated on the right side. I knew what it meant. I just had my ears pierced, twice.

Now came the make-up. With each application the procedure was explained to me. "Next time your mom will help, but soon you'll be doing it yourself."

All the time this was going on. I wasn't allowed to look at myself. When I finally did look. I could have caught at least five flies while my mouth stayed open.

I was beautiful. I looked so beautiful. I had another accident.

"Your not the first and most likely not the last," the make-up artist said handing me a towel.

My mind started wondering. Three accidents in the five hours and I haven't even touched little Dean. Each time the load of cum was massive.

"Your next step is the second part of the Medical. Don't worry there are no more shots."

 

As I entered the next room I noticed the four exam tables. They were the types of table used when delivering a baby. Each of them had stirrups attached.

"Deanna, please strip and climb up onto one of the tables and place your legs in the stirrups"

As I climbed up on the table. I knew what part of my body that was going to be worked on now. Something to do with Little Dean.

The Medic turned to reassure me. "Like all the changes we are doing to your body today. They can be reversed. A month after the end of the program is over. Everything will be back to normal.

"Now, have you had three accidents since you arrived this morning?"

"Yes I have."

"Good, this process works quite well after three." With this he started washing off my lower body. Then applied a cream to my penis. He explained the purpose of the cream as he did. "This cream is used to stop you from getting a hard on. It is required because your penis will be confined in so small and confined of an area. You might hurt yourself if you ever did get a boner. It will also shrink the size of your ball sac. The cream will be applied everytime you have a Doctor's appointment. Medical Professionals are the only ones allowed to apply it."

After he applied the cream he left me alone for the next fifteen minutes. During this fifteen minutes the 3 other G's that I arrived with came in the room. If I hadn't known who they were in the first place I wouldn't have known who they were now. As they did me.

The medic came back for just a couple minutes but during this time he moved my balls up further into my body. To the area surrounding the base of my penis. "We are doing this so your sac shrinks even further," he told me. "A month or so after the last cream treatment everything will be back to normal."

After another ten minutes I needed to take a leak. When I asked to do so.

"Go ahead. The girl's restroom is right next door. But I do want you to do it standing up."

I soon found out why he wanted me to do it standing up and more what that cream did to me.

I had no control of where my piss went. All over the floor, and me and very little in the bowl. Just like it would happen to a girl if she tried to do it standing up.

After I cleaned myself up I went back into the room I asked. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I thought it would be best you find out this way. From now it will be best if you do pissing sitting down or squatting like a normal girl..

"You are done with all the medical procedures. Now onto the lingerie department."

 

I almost fainted as I walked into the next room. I was definitely not prepared for what I found.

My Mother.

And the other three moms of the G's that arrived with me.

"Mom! What are you doing here?" I exclaimed.

"Someone finally realized a mother's greatest pleasure in their lives. So I was invited down to have that pleasure."

"What is that pleasure?"

"The pleasure of a mother of helping her daughter with her first Bra. By the look of things you need one."

"Did you know about these?" I grabbed my breasts as I asked the question. "And all the other stuff they gave done to me.

"Yes, we know. Yes including what they did to your manhood.

"Now for your first bra. Most girls' first bras are training bras. Since a training bra won't be needed in your case or all the other G's. So all of you will wear the same type." Then my mother showed me the type of bra she meant. It wasn't even a half bra. "They want you to show off all of your new physical attributes." With this my mom showed me the correct way of putting on a bra. Then I spent the next five minutes unhooking and rehooking my bra. After I finished I got a good look at what the bra did to my breasts. They lifted and then separated them, giving me more cleavage. The points of the nipples still pointed straight out.

Now came the lacy white panties. Just looking at them would have caused me to have an accident yesterday. Then followed the garter belt. "Deanna, you won't be wearing panty hose. Since your waist isn't built to hold them up. So it is either garters or girdles you will have to wear." Then came the shimmering nylons. The old fashioned type with the dark line running up the back of them.

As my mom finished showing me how to hook up my hose. "Your next stop is the dress shop."

I asked. "Will you be here to take me home, when I am done?"

"No! You'll ride home in the van."

 

Next stop the dress and shoe room.

I soon out why my mom didn't wait around for me.

Our parents had picked out our first dress. I didn't like mine as soon as I shown it. It was one those that was tight around the breasts and hung loosely down. The hem of the dress fell about halfway up my thigh. If a light wind flared up I would be doing the Marilyn Monroe act of trying not to show off my panties. But that wasn't the worst part. The upper part of the dress hung so low and tight. It showed off my cleavage and made my nipple points stand out like sore thumbs.

Then came the shoes. They had two inch heels. I learned later by the end of the program I would be wearing six inch heels. As if I was born to do so.

So I had to learn to walk all over again.

 

The last step was the classroom. Where we had to learn to be a lady. For the next hour we learned to walk, talk, sit and act like a lady.

"For the first two weeks you will have one of these classes each day. After that 1 day a week for the rest of semester. Then whenever we think you need it."

 

At the end of the hour Deputy Harris came into the room, to transport us back home.

"The van is waiting."

It took me three times to sit down in the van. First two times I ended up showing off my garters.

As we drove away. I took a look at the B who was also in the van. I knew it wasn't Rita.

His head was almost shaven. There were no breasts showing. But what bothered me more was. It looked like he a hard on. After five minutes of staring I finally placed the face.

"Susan is that you?"

"Yes it is, my name is Stu now." He replied in the same baritone voice that I had when I woke up this morning. "What is your new name, Dean. Most likely something like Deanna, right."

"Right. I have a question. You can answer if you want but not if you don't?"

"It's about my hard on, right."

"Yes it is. I noticed it after I sat down."

"You caused it, Deanna."

"How?"

"I have to wear a fake penis that I had to inflate. With the use of hypnosis. Everytime I see something or feel something of a sexual nature I will have to inflate my penis. So seeing your garters gave me a hard on. Just looking at you and the other girls. It won't be coming down until at least bedtime tonight. And let's say the feelings it causes takes awhile to get used to."

"What about us having to get used to having these?" asked Paula grabbing her breasts.

"What about the other part. No hard ons for nine months and then having to sit while taking a piss."

"Yeah. As most of you have figured I really wanted to be one of the G's. Now after today I wished I stayed a B."

 

We each received another shock when we arrived home. Each of us was met by some of our neighbors, friends and school chums. That was all we needed. I was hoping to sneak inside the house.

What happened at my house made it worse. A breeze came up just as I was walking to the door. Before I could stop it. My dress blew up and showed off my underwear.

I can still hear my sister's and some of her friends' words.

 

'I see England,

I see France,

I see Deanna's underpants.'

 

I was crying as I entered the house.

"SALLY COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" My mom shouted. "And bring your friends."

After the six of them gathered in front of my mom She laid down the law.

"Sally, I want you to stop harassing Deanna, or any of the others. They all volunteered for this program to help save our town. If I hear about anymore of this I will take you down to the barber and let you enjoy the same style of haircut as the B's received today, then for the next six months make you look as feminine as I can."

"Please don't do that." begged my sister.

"Then we have an understanding. You will be helpful to your sister not harassing."

"Yes mom."

"As for the rest of you. Your moms have also agreed to this punishment. So now go home and leave us alone."

 

Entering my room I soon found my family and neighbors hadn't been sitting on their thumbs all day.

My room had been changed from one suitable for a boy of sixteen to that of a sixteen year-old girl.

I grabbed the phone as I sat down on my canopied covered bed. I wanted to call Bud and find out who else had been selected.

His dad answered.

After I identified myself.

"I am sorry but Roberta won't be home until around 9 tonight,"

"You mean Bud was selected?"

"Yes he was. To be precise he was the last kid to be picked up."

I looked at my alarm and tried to figure out where in his transformation Bud was.

 

#4 School and other Activities

First I wanted to get out of that horrible dress.

No such luck. My mom must have been reading my mind. She was in my room as I hung up the phone.

"Deanna I need your help with supper. Then we need to sit down in a family meeting and discuss the next nine months."

"Isn't it Sally's job to help you?"

"No it isn't. She will be working with your dad while you work with me."

At the supper table both my dad and sister couldn't keep their eyes off me.

My sister finally had to ask the question. "Are those real?" Pointing at my breasts.

"Yes they are. No fakes or implants."

A few more questions were asked.

All this time I noticed my dad started to become very nervous. Finally he got from the table and whispered into my mom's ear. As he got up I could see what the problem was. One very big hard on.

As my mom got up from the table. "I want you girls to do the dishes and clean-up. I want a family meeting when your dad and I come back."

I just happened to walk by the master bedroom a little bit later. All I could hear was a lot of moaning, grunting and squeaking. It seems like my dad was giving my mom a good old time. My dad never did touch me in any way. But sure did give my mom a lot of workouts. Nine months later I had a baby brother.

At the family meeting the ground rules were laid down, for me and for Sally. New chore assignments, and curfews. Rules and regulations on our responsibilities and conduct.

After the meeting my parents disappeared in their bedroom again, to never appear until the next morning. But not until after my mom had my pink babydoll nightie laid out.

 

At school the following Monday

I wore a skirt, sweater knee-highs and Mary Jane's, with 2 inch heels. The dress code for all G's requires that they wear a dress or a skirt when attending school.

We found out that they rearranged the assigned homeroom schedule. The four homerooms were now arranged 24, 24, 24, and 28. The makeup of the class was 6 girls, 6 G's, 6 Boys and 6 B's. The G's also found out they were now all attending Home Ec.

"We would like to welcome the new boys and girls to our Junior Class. I hope all students will help our new students adjust to their new environment. Some of you will notice that your class schedule has been changed. For privacy and/or problems that might pop up all the G's and B's will have gym class at the same time. Their gym class will be the period right before lunch." They didn't need to do this right away. This was the time that was set aside for our. "Learn to be a Lady Class."

"I would announce that a week from Saturday a dance will be held for just the Junior Class at the Grange Hall. I am sorry to say that this dance is for Juniors only. And that all Juniors are required to attend. With the use of a computer we will match up couples. The reason behind this is. We want the boys to date G's and the girls to date the B's for this dance. There won't be trades, you will go with the person the computer picks."

"The bathrooms in the northwest corner have been set aside for our new students. I know that sometimes that someone else will need to use these restrooms. Please don't use them unless you absolutely have too."

 

For the next two weeks school was pretty cool. Everybody was very helpful. Even Sally. After the first night we worked out our problems and became very close.

By the end of the week I finally put the new names to the others. At first it was confusing.

The second Tuesday I found out who had been selected for my date for Saturday night was.

It was John.

Who I thought was the pick of the litter of the boys.

John wasn't a super-jock or one of the straight A nerds. He liked sports and went for a couple teams. Like football and baseball where he wasn't a superstar so it didn't go to his head.

But there were a couple of very good things about John.

You could count on John, regardless of the situation. You never needed to ask John for help if you needed help. John would be there pitching in and helping regardless who they were.

I took the Friday before the dance off from school as did the other B's and G's. All the G's had a beauty salon appointment for their perms scheduled for that day. My appointment wasn't until that afternoon. So I was able to get my pick of the dresses that were available.

All I can say in the matter was. From John and the other boys reactions Elizabeth Taylor and Joan Collins eat your heart out.

I was on cloud nine. Until I was told the real reason behind the dance.

 

My mom and dad came into my room as I was putting on the final touches of my make-up.

They had just completed another session of lovemaking.

My mom walked over and placed a couple of rubbers on my vanity.

"Your dad and I want you to have these. Just in case John doesn't bring any."

"I won't need them. I don't plan on having anything of a sexual nature tonight."

"Oh my gosh, Deanna. You haven't been told about the real reason for the dance."

"What are you talking about?"

"I thought you knew. The main reason for the dance is. Is so that the G's and B's can have sex with their dates in a safe and controlled environment."

"You have to be kidding. I might kiss John and might even allow him a petting. But it stops there. Beside I don't have a pussy for John to fuck anyway."

"We aren't kidding. Tonight you and John will have sex. As for not having a pussy you have two openings that are just as good, your mouth and your ass."

"I still won't do it."

"You have too. All the parents and students of the Junior Class agreed to this program."

"I didn't agree to have sex."

"You didn't and we didn't actually agree to this part. But we all agreed to the part that gave the government the right to add a situation as needed. After we all signed the contracts someone must have thought up the part about having sex. Cause it was added later."

"So it is sex or no money."

"Right."

"Is there any other changes I don't know about?"

"After they added tonight's dance. A change was made in the contract. At least 50% of the parents and students involved have to agree to anymore changes."

I wasn't all that mad at my parents. Ever since they announced the pairings for the dance. I had been planning on a way to get John alone and find out what sex from the other side of the fence was all about.

Before any more could be said.

The doorbell then rang.

I knew it was John without being told.

When John had his first look at me, all dressed up. Little Johnnie came to immediate attention.

John stammered his next few words. "Deeeeaaannnaaa youuuu lllloookkkk gorrrrrrgeousssssssssss."

Kissing him on the cheek, I said. "Thank you." At the same time I took a feel of the front of his pants.

Pointing to the box in his hand. "Is that for me?"

"Yes it is."

Not really sure what I meant. He then opened the box and produced a hand corsage.

Turning towards my parents. "I will have Deanna home right after the dance."

"You don't have to that. Just have her home for breakfast in the morning. All we ask is that you don't drink or use drugs and drive at the same time. If you need a ride call me. Regardless of the time and I will come and get you both."

"Don't worry about that. I don't take any kind of drugs and I am allergic to alcohol. So I have been made the designated driver permanently."

As we walked to the car my parents couldn't help but notice John rubbing his hand all over my ass. The way he was making me feel. We almost didn't make it to the dance.

 

Since John was driving the family car. I was able to sit right beside him. He spent the whole time running hand right up and down my nylon covered legs. I kept wanting to tell him not to stop there. But I didn't want him to have to any accidents before I could enjoy them with him.

I finally had to make him stop. "John, please stop. If you don't we won't be on time for the dance. The night is still young and I plan on finding out what you have been hiding in that budge in your pants ever since we meet."

"So you do know what we are going to have to do tonight. I wasn't sure if you had been told."

"My parents told me right before you drove up."

"You mean it is okay with you?"

"Yes it is. That is about all I have been thinking about since Tuesday."

 

As we entered the dance each couple was given a number which each of us wore.

After the last couple arrived and everyone had their first dance.

After the music stopped. The announcement was made.

"Have all of you been told the main reason for this dance tonight?"

"If you mean the part about us having sex with our dates tonight, Yeah!"

There were no negative replies.

"This is the way it is going to work. Using the numbers you all received at the door. We will go about the room and instruct each couple when it is their turn to leave the dance for a room with a bed provided. There are more than one room. After each couple is done the room will be cleaned and the bedding changed and another couple will then use it. We don't know how long this will take cause that will depend upon the couples involved. But the dance will go until every couple has a chance to have some fun."

 

As we danced the next dance. Couples were asked to leave the room. I was busy with John to notice as Stu and his date and Hilda and her date left the room. What I did notice was the crowd that gathered around one area of the room halfway through the third dance.

As the dance finished John and I wandered over to find out what was happening.

To my utter shock I found that some of the room we were going to use for our lovemaking had been bugged. And the kids were listening to their friends going at it hot and heavy.

In one room I heard.

I heard moaning and something like someone sucking on something.

Then I heard. "Stu, you like sucking my tits don't you?"

The reply was a mumbled yes.

"You want to continue to suck on my tits, even after tonight, too?"

"Yes I do." very clearly this time."

"Are you willing to pay my price? For me to let you do this."

"Anything you want."

"What I want from you is. When you are sucking my breasts. You will be my baby Stu. I want you to wear diapers and call me mommy."

"Anything you want, mommy."

I gasped. My girlfriend wants to be an adult baby.

In another room I could hear.

"I want more! Can't you put that dick of yours in any further? Oh that feels so good. Come on fuck me like you want me. Come on make me feel like a two bit whore." I recognized the voice of Hilda. Then I heard two screams.

"I AM CUMMING!!!!" It seems like Hilda and her date had cum together.

 

Then I felt John's hand on my arm.

He whispered in my ear. "It is our turn."
I was sort of glad it was our turn. I didn't want to here when Stu and Hilda found out we were listening to them having sex.

The bulge in John's pants was now really standing out. What was driving me crazy was that I wanted him bad. I didn't care if the room was bugged or not. I just wanted that cock. I wanted it so bad I tried to unzip John's pants before we made it to our room.

John stopped me with these words. "Not yet. I don't want to waste any of my cum."

Neither did I. I wanted it all to myself.

The only time we wasted was the time it took us to get undressed. I didn't want to mess up my dress and John wanted to keep his tux clean.

Then there we were standing there. Me in my uplift half bra and panties and John in his boxers. Little Johnny was also showing himself.

Not wanting to waste any cum I fell to my knees. I took of little Johnny in my cupped hand and started giving a hand job. Even doing it gave me pleasure as well as giving it to John. After the third stroke some precum appeared. I knew it was time for my next step.

I took it.

I bent over and licked the tip of Little Johnny, and tasted my first but not my last cum. After savoring the salty taste of my first cum for a few seconds.

John begged. "Don't stop now, please. Don't stop now!"

I didn't stop. Soon I was licking Little Johnny like a kid licking a lollipop. After about the seventh lick or so. I knew it was time for the last step.

On the next downward lick I opened my mouth and Little Johnny slipped in slick as a whistle. Up and down I went. Up and down. John was laying back on the bed moaning. Finally he couldn't hold it anymore. He started squirting his baby seed into my mouth. I tried to keep it all in. I finally gave up and let it squirt all over my face. As John finished I looked up and smiled at him showing my cum full mouth. Then I swallowed.

Oh boy did it taste good.

"Your face is a mess."

"Who do you think caused it?"

"I guess I did."

"Then why don't clean if off then?"

As John licked my cum covered face clean. I stripped off the rest of my clothes.

As I climbed onto the bed. John started making me feel good

He climbed on top on me. He then spent the next fifteen minutes devouring my body with his kisses, licking and sucking. I ended up with so many hickies I lost count later on when I tried to count them all. I didn't care. I never stopped moaning in pleasure for the whole time.

All of sudden he stopped.

I looked at him with a question on my mind.

All he said was, "Little Johnny is back."

OH boy was he. Bigger than before.

As John reach for the KY-jelly I rolled over and offered John my virgin ass. Taking only a few moments to lube Little Johnny.

As I felt Little Johnny against my ass. John stopped all of sudden.

After waiting for a minute. I started begging.

"Please Johnny, Please. Stop teasing me. Put little Johnny in my ass. Please fuck my brains out. Make me a woman. Turn me into a slut. PLEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEE."

In the middle of the last please. John slammed Little Johnny into me.

I screamed as he penetrated me.

John stopped when he had little Johnny all the way in.

I screamed at him.

"PLEASE DON'T STOP THERE!!!!"

Johnny then proceeded to fuck my brains out. Everytime Little Johnny rubbed against my prostrate I screamed in pleasure.

Then my world came chasing down onto me.

 

Someone was asking me a question. Which I thought was a strange thing to do in the middle of a fuck.

"Dean, what are you doing?"

"I am being fucked by Johnny."

"Do you like being fucked by Johnny?"

"I don't like it. I love it."

"So you like being the one who gets fucked better than one giving it? In other words you want to be a girl. Dress, act and be a girl in every respect."

"Yes I do."

"I want you to prove to me that you do. That is if you really want to be a girl. What I want you to do is shoot the biggest load of cum you have ever shot now. I then want you to wake up."

I woke up with a start. I found myself lying on my own bed, in orgasmic bliss shooting so much cum it was hitting me in the face.

What made matters worse was looking up during my bliss and finding my mom, dad and sister standing there watching me do it.

Then I realized something else. It had all been a dream. I was lying in my cum covered bed.

"So our son wants to be a girl."

"No, NO. I want to be a boy."

"That is not what your subconscious said, Deanna."

Then I heard my dad tell someone over his cell phone.

"My son Deanna wants to join the program."

After a few seconds he then said. "I will have her there in 2 hours."

He then hung up.

"Let us explain what happened Dean."

"Please do."

"The first part of your dream was true. About the meeting, the government and Mr. Brown. What went wrong with the deal was your Junior Class voted it down, but only by 5 votes. So we decided to find out who those five were that said no. So with the help of hypnosis we programmed all the Juniors to have the same dream tonight. At a certain part of the dream they would be interrupted by their parents like you were and asked if they wanted to be a girl or not. Since even hypnosis can't change someone's subconscious. We knew whatever you said and done would be the truth."

"Then we were lied to about the vote?"

"We agreed to do it this way if over 93% or more agreed. Were you one of those who said no?"

"No, I voted yes. So deep down and inside me I want to be a girl."

"Yes that is right."

"So what happens now?"

"In a little while I will take you over to the school and you will start the transformation process."

 

This happened nine months ago.

The government completed their study. They told us it might take a few years to put all of the information together. You know how the government works. Hurry up and wait.

As for me it is the biggest day of my life for me.

You see I am about to take the extra bonus the government decided to give my Junior Class. Which about thirty of us have or will take advantage of.

The Government is paying for our sex change operation. Today I am having mine.

 

 

*****************

I want to send a special Thanks to GingerFred Man. Who help me thru a time of need and convinced me to start writing again.

I want to thank Lesley Renee Charles for the great job of proofreading all of my stories that I have posted on Crystal's site.

 

 

*********************************************
© 2001 by Jennifer Allison. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, compilation design) may printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without express written consent of the copyright holder.