Happy Birthday

by Jennifer White

 

Tomorrow was going to be really cool. I was turning 16 years old, and I was going to have a big party with all of my friends over. There would be cake, ice cream, presents, and stuff. I couldn't wait for tomorrow! I went to my room and read a book, but I couldn't keep my mind on it. That was because I was thinking of the stuff I had stashed in my closet, and it was getting me all excited.

You see, I loved to borrow my stepsister's clothes, and to wear them. Paul, my step-dad, said it was because my own dad was so weak, while my mom, Hannah, was so strong. I didn't know about that, but ever since I was young, I do remember my real dad always backing down to my mom when they fought.

Now they were divorced, and mom got married to Paul. I didn't mind too much though, because of two reasons. First, Paul was out of town on business a lot, like this week. And secondly, he had a daughter, who lived in the same house as me. That's Madison. She is about my age, very pretty, and if she wasn't my stepsister, I'd be trying to hit on her to date her.

But better than that, she has the coolest sexiest clothes. I used to put on my mom's stuff, but she doesn't even own anything exciting. I used to make due with her bras and panties, but now that I had Madison here in our house, I had access to more lacy frilly things, short skirts, hot tops, and other cool things.

When I got home from school today, nobody was home, so I went on a little expedition to her room. I got a pair of her panties out of the hamper, and you could still smell her on them. Really cool. I also grabbed a bra from her dirty clothes, and a white skirt of hers from her closet. I already borrowed this black top of hers with thin straps over the shoulders, and I've wanted to hang on to that for a while. I'd use it once more, then sneak it into the dirty clothes in her room.

I had been caught once a couple of years ago, and that was when Paul yelled at me and spanked me. He threatened to put me in a boarding school, and send me to a shrink. So I've been really careful ever since, and nobody has been the wiser.

I already had my door locked when I entered my room, so it was safe to dress up now. I took out the clothes I had stashed away, and laid them out on the bed. I stripped down naked, and picked up Madison's panties. They were pink with lacy trim and a little pink bow on the front. I held them up to my nose, and took a deep breath of the girl-scent on them. That really turned me on. I was already hard, even before I put them on.

Now for the bra. It was white, with lots of padding. Madison is built pretty good, but I guess all girls want even bigger breasts than they have. I know I do, when I'm dressed up! By now, I was a whiz at putting a bra on, so that was quite easy. I took out the old pillow cases I used to stuff them with. Now I had breasts of my own, and I was really aroused!

But before I could relieve myself, I wanted to go further. I put the black top on, and admired how my big breasts looked underneath it. I looked at myself in the mirror in profile, and admired how I looked. I wished that mom would let me grow my hair longer, so I could do something pretty with it.

I pulled on the skirt, and I was complete. I was a girl now. And it felt wonderful! I was so happy when I was like this. I sat down at my desk, and started to read the copy of Cosmo-Teen that I took from Madison's room. I read all about fashion, makeup, hairstyles, and cool stuff that only girls get to do.

All the while, I touched myself, until I was ready to explode. I knew that if I messed up the clothes, they would catch me. So I would get out an old sock from my dresser, and slide it on so that the mess wouldn't get on Madison's pretty clothes. I was ready now, and couldn't wait anymore. I grabbed the sock, and I was about to stuff it into my panties, so I could make myself come.

 

Suddenly, my door burst open! I turned in shock and horror, as mom stood there, her arms crossed, her foot tapping on the floor. Madison stood beside her, and you could tell she was really steamed.

"Look at the little pervert" she said. "I *told* you that he's been taking my stuff! It isn't fair!"

"Now Madison, honey, I am going to deal with this."

"That's what dad said before, but that didn't stop him."

"I understand dear" said mom. "I have an idea. I'm going to make sure that he *never* does anything like this again."

"Yeah, right" she said.

Mom leaned over to Madison, and started whispering in her ear. She pointed over to me as she talked, and Madison's expression changed from one of hate and anger, to a smile. A cold, evil smile, that sent a chill right through me.

"I'm sorry!" I said. "I won't do it again!"

"You haven't even heard your punishment" said mom.

"And you promised before, but look at you. You can't resist girl's clothes, can you?"

I just stared at them, blushing red, wanting to hide.

"Answer your sister" said mom. "As part of your punishment, you have to do whatever she tells you."

"That's not fair!" I said.

"Neither is you breaking your word to us. Nor having you sneak around her room, taking her things. You *owe* her, after what you've done to her. So now, she gets to have some fun at your expense. I'm sorry honey, but you brought this on yourself. Now answer your sister."

"Yes" I whispered, my head bowed down.

"Yes what?" said mom.

"Yes, I can't resist girl's clothes" I said, louder.

"Now be truthful dear" said mom. "I'm not going to be angry, but I need to know. Are you doing this because you want to be a girl? Do you want to wear dresses and date boys?"

"NO!!!!" I said. "It's not like that! You don't understand!"

"Oh, but I do" said mom. "I've been reading about boys like you."

She turned to Madison, and whispered something else.

"Now I'm going to leave you with your sister. You will do *everything* she says, without question. She will report back to me. If you don't obey her, you will not like what I have in store for you. Do you understand?"

"Yes mother" I said.

"Good. Madison, he's all yours."

 

Mom walked off to the kitchen, and I was faced with Madison, who had the evil grin on her face again.

"You're mine" she said. "Follow me to my room."

I walked with her, and I felt really scared. What was she going to do to me?

 

Once inside her room, she shut the door, and glared at me some more.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.

"I am going to turn you into a girl" she replied.

"Please don't do this!" I said, but she just laughed. She went to her dresser, opened up the top drawer, and pulled out something small and pink. A shaver.

"Go take a shower. Use this. When you come back here, I don't want to see any body hair. Shave your legs and your underarms, like a girl does. And those pathetic chest hairs better be gone too. Do you understand?"

"Yes" I said.

"Good. Now go shave yourself, little *sister*."

She called me 'sister'! It sent chills up and down my spine. Inside, I had always secretly wanted to be a girl. I had dreamed of being just like Madison, and being her sister. She thought she was torturing me, but in fact she was playing right into my deepest inner fantasy. I didn't want to make her think that I *liked* this, so I pretended to put up some resistance. I couldn't wait! She would dress me up, put me in makeup, and I would love every minute of it!

I sulked for show, and went down the hall to the bathroom, to remove my body hair.

* * *

 

I returned to Madison's room, wearing just a bathrobe, as she had instructed. My legs were smooth now, all the hair shaved off. I had used her rose scented soap, and her girl shampoo and conditioner. I was ready for her to make me pretty.

She ordered me to put on a pair of panties first. They were white and lacy, way more sexy than anything of hers I usually borrowed. I was afraid that something this delicate might get damaged, and I'd get caught. I was *so* excited to put on this sexy lacy pair! Wow, it sent shivers up and down my spine.

Next, she made me put on her white tights. They slipped over my hairless legs, and it felt so cool to look down and see myself in them! She gave me her white lacy bra, and she stuffed it even more full than I usually did. It looked like I was stacked!

I was hoping that she'd put me into her little black dress that I had been eyeing, or her red one. I was very disappointed with what she selected.

"Grandma still thinks I'm eight years old" she said. "I would *never* wear something like this. But *you* will."

It was a dress suited more for a little girl than a teenager. It was pink, which lots of ruffles, white trim, and a really poofy skirt. She made me put it on, and the skirt barely came down to my knees. I felt ridiculous in it. Of all the clothes in her closet, this was the one thing I didn't want to wear!

She had a pair of white shoes, that were almost like moccasins. They were stretch enough for my feet to get into them. I was hoping for heels! I didn't like these very much at all.

But now we had something better: she made me sit down, and she went to work on my hair. I had only moderate length hair, but with her hairspray, brush, dryer, a few bobby pins, and a barrette, she somehow made my hair look pretty. I stared at myself as she started to pluck my eyebrows. It hurt, but with each hair she took out, I looked more and more like a girl.

"Not too much, I have to go to school!" I said.

"I'll decide when to stop. Not you" she replied.

She kept going, and now I felt a little uncomfortable. Everyone would see me with plucked eyebrows. I was relieved when she stopped that, and went on to my makeup. She put everything on me from lipstick to mascara to blush. She put a necklace on me, and she painted my nails. She also had a pair of clip-on earrings which she made me wear.

When she was done, and l looked at myself in the mirror, I was so excited. I looked like a girl! A real girl! It was my face, but everything else looked frilly and feminine. I would have preferred better clothes than the dress I was in, but I wasn't exactly in a position to complain.

"Mother, she's ready!" yelled Madison.

I just *loved* being called 'she'. This was great. Mom came in, looked at me head to toe, and nodded in approval.

"Have you picked out her name?" she said.

"Yes. I think we should call her Emma."

"I like that. Emma it is."

Now mom turned to me.

"Your name is Emma now. You are my daughter. Do you understand?"

"Yes mother" I said.

"Madison, your sister Emma has very poor posture. While I prepare dinner, will you please teach her how to walk, how to stand, and how to sit like a proper young lady? I won't have my daughter slouching like a boy."

"Yes mother. I would be glad to" she replied.

Mom left us alone, and now I went through a one-hour version of charm school. Madison made me stand a certain way, with my shoulders further back, and my chest forward. She made me practice how to sit, stand, and walk. I felt like a dog as she ordered me about. Sit. Stand. Come here. Sit down. Over and over for an hour. The fun of it was wearing off, but she was drilling home the proper way for a girl to do things. She even taught me how to curtsey.

 

"Girls, dinnertime!" yelled mom.

I went to the kitchen, walking as Madison taught me, and I sat down like a proper young lady, and crossed my legs at the ankles.

"Emma, very good. You move like an elegant young lady. Now lets eat."

We ate dinner, and we all talked. They treated me like I was one of them, one of the girls! They talked about things they would never discuss in front of me, and it was a lot of fun! I liked being treated as a girl, and it was like living a fantasy for me!

Little did I know though, what was in store. If I had, I might have felt very different about things.

 

After dinner, they made me clear the table, and do the dishes. Then I had to do all the "women's work" around the house. I vacuumed, I dusted, I cleaned the windows. They sat and watched TV, while I slaved away mopping the kitchen floor. I didn't like this very much, and I felt like Cinderella did at the beginning, with the evil stepsisters telling her what to do, and giving her all the work.

It was almost time for bed, and I was tired and sore. I would be glad to get a good night's sleep after all of this work.

"I'll see you in the morning" I said.

"Not so fast" replied mom.

"What is it? Did I forget something?" I asked.

"No. But there are few things we need to do. Go to your room, and I'll be there to tuck you in."

Mom hadn't tucked me in since I was little! Maybe she was going to have a little talk with me, and then all of this would be over. I went to my room, and I started to undress. Mom walked in, with something red and silky in her hand.

"Put on your nightie, Emma" she said.

I could hardly believe it. Mom giving me a nightie to wear! I slipped it on, over my stuffed bra and my panties. I was so excited! As soon as they left me alone, I was going to pleasure myself, and get my long-deserved climax that I had wanted all day. It was hard to go around all day as a girl, and not get myself off! I was good and ready.

I laid down in the bed.

"Good night mother" I said.

"Good night little Emma" she replied. "Now hold your arms out, and grab the headboard."

I did as she asked, but I didn't have a clue as to why. I felt something cold and metal touch me on the wrist, then I felt it tighten with a click.

"What are you doing mom?" I asked.

"Put on handcuffs on you, so that you don't start jerking off the moment I leave you alone."

"Why are you doing this?" I said, feeling a total panic as she closed the handcuffs over my other wrist, leaving me trapped in the bed.

"Because you need to learn your lesson. If I allow you to jerk off, you're just going to think this is all some big game to get you off. But it isn't. I'm not doing this to amuse you. I'm not doing this to excite you. I am doing this to make sure that you never again do what you did today. Do you understand?"

"No!" I said, as I struggled to move.

Mom went to the foot of the bed, and tied a rope around my ankle. Then she tied it to the leg of the bed, as she talked.

"We are going to break you of your bad habits Emma. When we are done with you, the thought of wearing girl's clothes will turn you off completely. You will feel disgust and you will be turned off."

"Mom, please!" I said.

"This is for your own good" she said, as she tied my other foot to the leg of the other bed. Now my legs were spread apart, tied so that I couldn't pull them together. My hands were over my head, cuffed together. I was completely helpless now.

I turned my head, and saw Madison enter my room too.

"She's all ready" said mom.

"Cool" replied Madison.

"Now lets see" said mom. "When we caught you the first time with your sister's panties, you were sniffing them. Now be truthful with me. Do you still get off on that?"

"Yes" I said, as I blushed again.

"I thought so" said Madison. "He...I mean *she*, always takes my dirty ones."

"You like how the smell, do you?" said mom.

I nodded my head weakly.

"Tell me out loud, Emma" she said.

"Yes" I replied. "I like how they smell."

Mom nodded to Madison, who reached up under her skirt, and started shaking her hips. She was pulling off her panties, right there in front of me! I couldn't really see her from where I was, but I got hard as a rock as she got them off. She walked up, and put them right under my nose. They were still warm, and I breathed in deeply.

Mom took out something, and held it up to show me. It was blinders, which she used to block out the light when she took a nap during the day. It was black and silky She took it and gently put it on my head. Now my eyes were covered, and I couldn't see a thing.

"Open your mouth" she said. "Wide open."

I did as she asked, and suddenly I felt my mouth full with something soft. Something warm. I knew it right away: it was Madison's panties. She put them in so that the crotch was right on my tongue. The taste was not at all pleasing! They stuffed something else in, bigger. Now I was really gagging, but couldn't do anything about it.

"Those were more of my panties. You have quite a mouthful, Emma" said Madison.

"Mmmph" was all I could respond.

"Emma, now that you're a girl, you understand all about how girls have periods, don't you? And you should know that today your sister is having hers. That's why she has such a strong scent on her panties. She is flowing quite heavily."

I had to breath through my nose, since my mouth was full with the panties, and I couldn't talk. I tried to say something, but only a muffled sound came out.

"Go take it out dear" said Mom.

I heard footsteps as Madison left the room. A minute later, she returned.

"Here it is" she said. "It's really gross."

"Well, you have a fresh one in now, so we won't be needing your old tampon anymore."

What were they going to do with it? I struggled to move, but I couldn't. I couldn't see what they were doing, because of the blinders. I was powerless, and I felt trapped. I wanted this to stop!

I felt something cold and clammy placed under my nose. Since I had to breath through my nose, I had to smell it. It was like the smell of Madison's panties, but a thousand times more intense. My heart raced, and I actually shivered inside. They were holding her used tampon right under my nose.

"We'll see how much she likes the scent" said mom, "after it has been under her nose all night."

With that, I felt a wide strip of tape go over my mouth and over the bottom of the tampon. It was held in place now, and I had no choice but to breathe in it's odor, with every breath I took. I didn't like this already, and the thought of having to smell it all night as it dried up made my stomach turn.

"By the morning" said mom, "you'll *hate* the scent. You'll feel like throwing up. And from now on, if you ever try to sniff panties again, that same nausea will overcome you. After tonight, you'll never do that again."

I already felt sick to my stomach. How could I endure this all night? I started to cry. They were ruining my fantasies about panties. They were in my mouth. I tasted them. And I smelled the awful discharge from Madison's tampon. I couldn't move and I couldn't see. The tears flowed freely now.

"There, there Emma" said Mom. "It will be all right."

How could I ever dress up as a girl again, without thinking of this awful night? I would be scarred for life, and I'd never be able to pretend that I was a girl again. They were twisting me, making me into what *they* wanted, instead of what *I* wanted. Instead of letting me be who I really was, they were forcing me to change. I hated it, and I hated them. The tears would not stop flowing.

 

"Now" said mom, "there is this thing about wearing a bra, and stuffing it so that you have boobs."

"Yeah, she always takes my bras" said Madison.

"The problem" said mom, "is that she doesn't have anything for a bra to hold up. If she had real boobs of her own, she would *need* a bra, and have to wear one every day. Instead of it being something exciting and sexy, it would be just a piece of clothing for her."

"But how can you do that?" said Madison.

"With this. This is called 'breast cream'. You're too young to use it, but I heard about it from a friend of mine. It contains all sorts of female hormones, and when you put it on your chest, it makes your boobs grow bigger! I added a full cup size when I used it."

"And we're going to use it on Emma now?"

"Yes. She'll grow real boobs of her own. They will always be there on her chest. She won't be able to hide them. Everyone will see her, and see that she has pretty perky little breasts."

I felt them reach down inside my bra, and pull out the stuffing. I felt a cold sensation, as the cream was squeezed out onto my chest. Then they did the other side. I felt mom rub it in, then restuff my bra.

"In a couple of days Emma, you'll have breasts as big as Madison's. Isn't that wonderful? You can wear pretty tops and show them off to everyone."

"No!" I tried to yell, but through the gag and the tape, all that came out was a sad whining sound. I didn't want to have boobs! People would see me, and laugh at me! How could I ever go to school again? The tears started flowing again, out of my control.

"Aw, she's crying" said Madison.

"Now Madison, be nice to your sister. She's just a girl, and girls cry a lot."

Just an hour ago, when they were treating me like a girl, I had been proud of seeing how my chest pushed out. I was proud of having breasts, even if they were fake. Now, I suddenly felt different about them. I wanted *not* to have breasts anymore. I wanted to be flat-chested. I was horrified! I was going to grow boobs now, and everyone would know that I wanted to be a girl. That was something for me, when I was alone! Not something to show the world. This was terrible! They were twisting me more, changing me, altering my very desires. I felt so *controlled*.

"I love you Emma. Sweet dreams" said mom, kissing me on the cheek, and wiping away my tears. I heard her walk out the door.

"I hope you like being a girl" whispered Madison into my ear, "because when I'm done with you, you're going to be one for the rest of your life. Good night, little sister."

She laughed and walked off. And for the first time that I could ever remember, I no longer wanted to be a girl.

* * *

 

I woke up in the morning, and I felt terrible. I had so little sleep during the night! I kept dreaming of things like being in school, and having boobs on my chest. I would try to hide them with my arms, but everyone would laugh at me.

I could smell the terrible odor in my nose all night, and I wanted to puke. My mouth felt terrible from being stuffed full of panties. I wanted it all to end. I would go back to being myself, and I would never ever do anything again like dressing up as a girl. I wouldn't even think about it. I would be good. I really, really would.

 

I heard someone come into the room, and I felt my blinders being pulled off. I could see again, and after my eyes adjusted to the light, I watched as mom removed the tape over my mouth. The tampon came off with it, and I could see it there, stuck to the tape. It was all dried up now, and looked gross. I could still smell it on me though. After being under my nose for so long, some of the gunk on it had dried right onto me.

"Open your mouth Emma" she said.

I did so, and she gently removed the panties, and threw them into a my clothes hamper.

"This is where your dirty panties go dear" she said. "With your dirty skirts, dresses, blouses and nylons."

I didn't want to wear things like that anymore!

"I'll never wear girl's clothes again!" I told her, finally able to talk. She just ignored me.

"Madison, bring it in" said mom.

I turned, and saw Madison walk in the room. She was grinning from ear to ear.

"You must be thirsty" said mom.

"I sure am!" I replied.

"Your sister brought you a popsicle to suck on, since it would be hard for you to drink laying on your back like that."

Madison held up the pink colored popsicle, and my stomach turned. It wasn't a popsicle from the box in the freezer, that mom had bought at the store. This one was different. It was shaped like a man's anatomy. My eyes got wide as she held it up in front of me.

"I got the mold for these years ago at a bachelorette party, as a joke" she said. "It is quite large and realistic looking, isn't it?"

"Now open wide" said Madison, holding it near me. I shut my mouth, and turned away.

"Now Emma, you must obey your sister, remember?" said mom. "And there is nothing to be ashamed of. Girls dream of men all the time, and imagine what they look like naked. Open your mouth, and suck so you can have a little liquid. I know you're thirsty. Now open up."

She put her hands on my jaw, and squeezed until my mouth opened. Madison held the frozen popsicle up in front of my eyes, then jammed it into my mouth. She pulled it out, and stuck it in again, deeper. Then she held it in place.

"Go ahead" she said. "Suck on it. Don't forget to swallow."

I was crying again now, as they made me suck on this thing. The wetness of the melting ice felt really good on my parched throat, and I had no choice really. Eventually, I relaxed, and Madison let go as I let it melt in my mouth. I felt sick from it, and the shape it was made into.

Madison walked over, and whispered into my ear.

"Once you're a real girl, you'll do that to guys, and you'll enjoy it" she said.

I used to love the thought of being a girl, but I had never wanted to be with a guy. I was terrified now. There was nothing I wanted *less* at this moment than to be a girl. What were they going to do to me now? It was Saturday, and dad would be there soon. I couldn't let him see me like this! I had to get back into my own clothes.

When the popsicle had finally all melted in my mouth, I spat out the wooden stick.

"Please let me change back. I'll never do this again. I promise. Really! I mean it! Don't let dad see me like this!"

"Emma, go take a shower. I'm sure that you feel all dirty. Then meet us in your sister's room. You have twenty minutes. Now go."

As mom said this, she untied my feet, while Madison used the key to remove the handcuffs from my wrists. I hurt all over, but I could finally move. I ran to the bathroom to go pee. Then I tore off the clothes, and jumped in the shower. I did feel all dirty, and I could still smell Madison's odor on my lip. I showered a long time under hot water, and I didn't know if I could ever feel clean again.

I examined myself in the chest area. Was I any bigger yet? They said a couple of days. I didn't notice anything, but the thought that my chest might start growing to look like Madison's was sickening.

"Time to dry off Emma!" yelled mom. "Put on your bathrobe and hurry!"

I got out, dried off, and put on the bathrobe. Then I walked into Madison's room, not knowing what they were going to do to me next.

"Put these one" said mom, handing a pair of black lace panties to me which she just pulled out of the dirty clothes hamper. "Madison wore these yesterday."

Now even 12 hours ago, I would have gotten hard from just seeing them, let alone putting them on! Now I felt a revulsion. I didn't even want to sniff them, even though her scent would be at its strongest. I still imagined it in my nostrils. I held my breath, and pulled the panties on.

"Before we put your bra on, you need your next dose of breast cream."

Madison squeezed something from a white tube onto mom's hands, and she smeared it all over my chest, around my nipples.

"I don't see any growth yet" said Madison.

"It takes a couple of days dear" she replied. "But then almost overnight, bang! Emma will wake up, and have breasts like yours."

"Its not fair! Why does she get to use it, but I can't? I want to be bigger!"

"You're already a b-cup dear. You will fill out more. Your sister Emma though, isn't even an a-cup. But not for long. She will fill out her bra soon."

With that, mom put a black lacy bra on me, and Madison stuffed it full.

Next, I had to put on nylons. Madison went to her closet, and pulled out the white dress she wore when she was a flower-girl at a wedding last year. Now *I* was going to have to wear it! It was all lacy, frilly and feminine. I did *not* want to wear that dress, but they made me put it on, followed by white high heeled shoes. My feet hurt as they forced the shoes on me, and I could barely balance.

"I have a surprise for you" said mom.

I didn't really want to see what it was, but I had no choice. It was a wig, with blonde curly hair. They put it on my head, and secured it in place. I looked at myself in the mirror, and now I really did look like a girl. And that was before they put makeup on my face again, and put all the jewelry on me. I wanted to cry. I wanted this to stop, and to let me go back to being myself again.

"Dad will be home soon" said Madison. "He'll be proud of how pretty his little girl looks."

"No!" I cried.

He was only my step-dad, but he was the only father figure I had known for years. I couldn't let him see me like this! I felt so helpless! I needed to get away! I couldn't do this anymore!

"And what about the best part?" said Madison.

"What's that?" I asked, almost not wanting to know.

"All of your friends will be here soon for your birthday party!"

I turned pale, and felt dizzy. All my friends from school were coming over, and they would see me like this? No! I would die. Word would get out, and I'd never be able to show my face at school again. All my friends would desert me. Didn't they realize what they were about to do to me?

"I hate to spoil the surprise" said Madison, "but wait until they all see the makeup kit I bought you."

"No!" I said.

"And you know mom, she buys clothes. Skirts, panties, bras, all the standard stuff. Maybe you'll get lucky, and she'll have a purse for you or something cool."

"You can't do this to me!" I said, breaking down on the verge of tears again. I felt so silly standing there in a dress. I felt so vulnerable. I was in their complete power, and they could ruin my life forever.

 

"Hannah, I'm home!" I heard. My step dad had arrived. My stomach turned. I was about to puke, and pass out. I started to cry. I felt like I wanted to die.

"I'll be right back" said mom, smiling. "Madison, you know what to do."

Mom walked out, and shut the door behind her. It was just me and my stepsister now. Dad would see me, and it would all be over. I looked up, as Madison snapped pictures with her digital camera.

"No, stop!" I said.

"Too late Emma. You're caught on film."

"You can't show those to anyone!" I said.

"How about all the pictures I took of you last night, as you were tied up to the bed?"

"No! Please! Help me Madison! I can't let anyone see me like this!"

 

Madison suddenly changed expressions. She put down the camera, and stopped her teasing smile. She patted the bed, and indicated for me to sit down next to her.

"Listen" she said in a calm, sisterly tone of voice. "You have two choices. Number one, I call dad in here, he sees you. Then your friends come over for your birthday, and well, you know how it goes from there."

I looked her stunned. She really would do all that. Just to get me.

"What's my alternative?" I said.

"It goes like this. I let you dress up as a boy. And you do the following. One, you never come into my room again, without being invited by me or mom. Two, you vow never to wear any of my clothes again. And three, you are *mine*. You will do what I tell you to do, at any time, no matter what it is. I still have your pictures, and I won't hesitate to use them."

I gulped. That wasn't a great choice, but it was *much* better than the first one!

"I'll do it" I said.

"What, let dad see you as a girl?"

"No stupid! Number two. I swear, I'll never come in here again. I'll never touch your things."

"And...." she said, with a leading voice.

"And I am yours. I will do whatever you ask of me."

"We have a deal" she said. "Get changed. Your boy clothes are in a pile there on the floor. Run to the shower in the bathrobe, and get out of that makeup and stuff. I'll distract dad."

"Thank you. Thank you so much!" I said.

"You may not want to thank me, now that you're my total slave" she said. "Now get going."

I pulled the clothes off, the wig, the bra, the panties (once I had the robe on), grabbed my stuff, and ran to the bathroom. I washed my face until it was sore and red. I dried off, and felt so good to be back in pants! I put on my favorite football T-shirt. I was a boy again!

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I came out to eat with the full family, and to get ready for my birthday party. All was right again, but one thing that still bugged me. When I was alone with Madison, I whispered to her.

"What about the breast cream? I don't want boobs, now that I'm a boy."

"We only used face cream on you" she said, laughing. "But if you ever slip up again, I'll put *real* breast cream on you, and I'll make you do it yourself."

I was *so* relieved! I wasn't going to have boobs after all. I was going to be me, a boy. The thought of ever dressing up again turned my stomach. That part of my life was over and gone. I would never do that again. I was Madison's slave now, but that was better than being shown off as a girl in front of everyone. For now, I was saved, and I felt good.

 

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To be continued..........

  

  

  

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