Judy’s Revenge?                   by: Anne O’Nonymous

 

"OK, you two. I’ve got to see Ms. Harris at nine-thirty and I want you in charge Judy! Is that understood?" Ms. Terri Cantrell had to work on this nice Saturday, and she really did not relish it. Ms. Harris was to attend a trade conference and had to be briefed on company product updates, and, unfortunately, the brochures from the printer did not arrive until Friday noon.

"Mom, how long will you be," Judy inquired. Judy Cantrell was a seventeen-year-old blonde beauty, a school cheerleader, and very popular. She wanted to go with her friends to the local mall and watch all the hunky boys there, but now felt relegated to a babysitter position with her fifteen-year-old brother as her charge.

"I don’t know. There were a lot of changes in our product line, and I need to make sure Julia knows them well enough to answer any questions the buyers might have, so this could take all day!"

"Oh great! Stuck here with junior nuisance!" Judy really meant it in a jocular way--she and her brother, Allen, were very close. He was, in her eyes, the nicest thing to happen to her. He was always doing things for, and never to, her.

"Hey, mom! Judy can go with her friends. I’ll be OK here alone," Allen said, "and she really needs to shop for clothes. We have only one more month before we go back to school."

"Actually it’s six weeks, but who’s counting," Terri replied. "That’s what the conference is about. Well, I guess you’re old enough, and I do trust you not to get into too much trouble. OK, Judy, go with your friends--Oh God, I’d better get a move on!"

"Thanks, Al--I owe you big time!"

"No prob, Judy, I really need to do some studying anyway." Allen had his own reasons for getting them out of the house.

Within the hour, both women left Allen alone in the house. He went to the kitchen and finished washing and putting away the dishes, mopping the floor and other usual chores he performed in the mornings. He liked the quiet time as he could relax and read, or write short stories (he liked to solve murder mysteries).

Allen also had another reason for an empty house: his "other" hobby. After a nice bubble bath (his mother unknowingly supplied the materials), he patted himself dry, wrapped a towel, girl-style, around him and went to his sister’s room. She had left it in a bit of a mess so it would be easy to take a few articles and have them show up later in the wash without her missing them.

"Let’s see, mom should be away all day, and Judy will eat at the mall and will, most likely, wind up staying at a friend’s house," Allen thought out loud, "so I . . ."

At that moment, the phone sounded off: b-r-i-n-n-g, b-r-i-n-n-g. Allen rushed downstairs to answer its insistent summons.

"Good Morning, Cantrell residence. How may I help you," Allen answered.

"Allen. Look, honey, I will be staying overnight with Ms. Harris. The brochures are missing a page, the wholesaler’s price, and we’re going to pick them up at the printers. It’s a drive to Morrison and back, so I won’t see you until Sunday. OK, sweetie."

"OK, mom. I can handle it. Bye."

Just as Allen hung up the phone, it rang again.

"Good Morning, Cantrell residence. How may I help you?"

"Allen, it’s Judy. Look, Ms. Stevens wants me to help her in her shop, taking inventory. I don’t know how late I’ll be. Can you make yourself some dinner and I can eat with the Stevens’ twins."

"Sure, can I make dinner! I’ll order Chinese or pizza. Kiddin’, I can heat up the leftover lasagna, add some shredded cheese, onion bits and, well you get the idea," Allen replied.

"Sounds like a plan to me! Thanks, I owe you!"

"Hey, Judy, mom’s going to be in late tomorrow. She needs to go to Morrison. Something about a brochure page missing."

"Oh, great. Will you be OK?" Judy asked with concern.

"Sure, have fun! See you tomorrow. Bye."

Allen hung up for a second time and headed upstairs to the bathroom, where he left the towel in a hamper, and returned to his sister’s room. It was a typical(?) girl’s room, with dolls, dressing table, scads of makeup, and pastel coloration. All the furniture was French Provincial with a Queen-size brass bed.

The first item he donned was a garter belt, then a pair of mint green panties. Next came a 34B bra of the same color, which he filled out the cups with cotton wool. A very lacy light blue chemise followed, then he stepped into a blue half slip with a lacy hem and lace-filled heart cutouts around the waist. He looked around the closet for a few minutes, holding up various items for judgment. Finally, he settled on a pale lemon yellow long-sleeve semi-transparent nylon blouse wit a Peter Pan collar and a navy blue knee-length denim skirt.

"Oh God, if the swim team ever saw me now," Allen mused as he looked at himself in a mirror. He turned to the left, then the right, then pirouetted. The hem of the slip was just peeking out under the skirt, flirting with the image in the mirror.

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall! Oh, what am I!" Allen suddenly had thoughts about himself--what did that image tell him. He knew he was a male, or was he a mistake. Did this reveal something deep in him, a secret that he was hiding from all, himself mostly? He desperately shook it off, he did not want to contemplate the feeling he was Gay!

His sister’s bed was welcomed and he laid down on it for a moment, trying to understand what was, at this time, something far beyond his comprehension. After awhile, he sat up and resumed dressing. Something inside drove him to finish what he started. A pair of suntan-color nylons were soon caressing his hairless legs and hooked to the garter belt. Strappy blue sandals finished the outfit.

"Why does this all feel so good, and yet it should be so wrong! Here I am, wearing my sister’s clothes, and it feels so natural, so good, what is wrong with me!"

Allen fought off what was to him something pleasurable. It shouldn’t be this way! I should be sickened by the thought of what I’m doing. To get his mind off the ideas in his head, he picked up one of Judy’s magazines, laid down on her bed and started reading it.

It was a sudden attack! He did not hear them enter the house, nor come up the stairs and enter the room. Judy was on his left holding an arm, and Janice Parker, a good friend of hers, was on the right. Paula Chan was at the foot of the bed, holding on to his ankles. There were at least three other girls in the room.

"No," Judy commanded, "it’s alright, relax!"

Relax? How! He was caught but good! Half the cheerleaders in the school saw him. He wished he could dig a hole deep enough, in seconds, to crawl into to get away! She caught him at the worst possible time, what’s that term--in delicto flagrante--or something like it!

"Please, sis, I’m sorry. I’ll never, ever, do this again! Please, let me go. Please," Allen pleaded, as if his very life depended on it.

"Hey, bro, relax. Just chill, OK? Now listen to me. I want you to do just what I tell you. I promise, no, I guarantee you will not be hurt in any way. You have my word on it," Judy said reassuringly.

Being caught as he was, he felt he had no choice in the matter. Just what could he do, scream for help? He trusted Judy, but her friends were another matter. Oh well, there was nothing else he could do, his life was in ruins anyway. School would be a nightmare, when this got spread around--the only dates he would get would be either from boys his age or at the grocery store!

"I feel like I have lost everything anyway. I guess I really deserve to be punished severely, Judy. Please, I am . . .," Allen started to say.

"Oh stuff it," Judy replied in annoyance, "just agree with my terms, you do as I ask, agree?’

"Yes," Allen replied with a trace of tears on his cheeks, "I put myself in your hands." He really felt like saying, "I commend my soul to the depths," but Judy was his sister and there was a bond between them.

"Good," Judy said with a big grin. One of her friends walked in the door with a bag. Upon seeing her, Judy remarked, "Now we’ll get started. First, pull up the slip and take off the panties, hose and shoes."

"In front of these girls?"

"Yes, now, Al. Please."

Allen first removed the sandals, then the stockings. He was careful to make sure he did not get a run in them. Judy reached over, pulled the panties down and off, then removed the garter belt. At this time, Allen was sporting a fairly large specimen of his manhood. With the half slip and skirt pulled up, he was lying on a bed naked from his waist down.

"Push up," Judy said, with some hourglass-shaped cloth in her hand. He obeyed, and she slipped the cloth article under him. When he realized she was putting a diaper on him, he almost broke out in tears. "Come on, Al, they’re not going to execute you," he thought, "but maybe that would have been better. How long would the pain last--seconds, minutes--then it would be all over."

Judy fastened the diaper with safety pins, and Paula fitted a large pair of elastic pants over his legs and, with Jan’s help, worked them up over the diaper. Next came a pair of white patterned tights, the kind little girls wear.

"Now see, that didn’t hurt a bit, now did it, sweetie. Now, I want you to call the girls mommy, like ‘mommy Judy’ and ‘mommy Paula’ OK?"

Like he had a choice, he said, "Yes, mommy Judy." There was other activity going on in the room, so he knew he was in for a rough time!

Judy leaned over the bed, hugged and kissed him on the cheek. "One more thing for my little pumpkin," she said as she held up a pair of very frilly panties, "These are called ‘rumba panties,’ see how nice and lacy they are. Now be a good girl for me, and ask mommy Paula to put your panties on you!"

Allen swallowed hard, screwed up all his courage and said, "Mommy Paula, please put my panties on me!"

"No, sweetie," Paula said, obviously enjoying his distress, "you must say ‘pretty please, with sugar on it,’ then I’ll put your panties on you!"

"Mommy Paula, would you put my . . ."

Judy said, "Wait. They are very pretty panties, so ask mommy Paula to put those pretty ones on you!"

He started again: "Mommy Paula, would you please put those very pretty panties on me? Pretty please with sugar on it!" He smiled with what he hoped was an enticing smile.

"Sure, honey. Mommy Paula will put them on you," Paula said as she fitted them on his legs and worked them up over the tights. When she was finished, she sat on the bed, leaned over and gave him a big kiss. Jan fitted a pair of something she called "Mary Janes" on his feet, then helped him off the bed. Judy and another friend, Marti (she was named Martina de la Rosse), took him over to the dressing table, sat him down with a warning, "just let us do the work."

There was a bit of perfume, something called a foundation creme, a little blusher, some lipstick, jewelry and an auburn shoulder-length wig. By the time they were done, he looked more feminine than he ever thought possible.

His mind was racing: What am I, why did I submit so meekly, is there something wrong about me. Words like ‘sissy,’ ‘queer,’ ‘fag,’ and ‘Gay’ were abundant in his head. School grounds were no place for anyone like that: beatings, harassment of all kinds, and bullies just loved them--for picking on.

"Oh, you look great. I hoped you would," Judy said, taking his hand and leading him downstairs. She lead him to a couch where another very attractive girl was seated. One thing about Judy, he thought, she doesn’t know any unattractive girls! Now, it looks like he would be included in that category.

"Here, sit beside me, turn and lay your head on my lap," she said. "My name is Kay Stanford. I’ve been chosen to give you a new name--one more feminine. Let’s see . . ."

He did as he was instructed, laying his head in Kay’s lap. She reached down, placing her left arm to support his head, just as still another girl entered the room with a baby bottle fitted on top with a nipple. Kay took the bottle and placed it in his mouth, with a "here you go sweetie." Allen sucked on the bottle, just like any baby, and found it was full of orange-grapefruit juice.

"OK, we need a name. A nice female name," Kay said.

"Nancy. Patsy. Susie. Alice. Betty." He heard several other names. How could he have gotten himself in such a mess. It couldn’t get worse.

Judy came over to the couch, kneeled down and asked: "Are you OK? We’re going to call you Carla. Sound OK?"

He nodded his assent, sucked on his bottle, and tried to put up a bold front, as that was all that it was now! Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, it did as the sound of the door closing reached his ear.

The twin sixteen-year-old bombshells walked into the room--The Stevens Twins. Dani and Sam (Danielle and Samantha) were two of the most sought-after girls at school. Long midnight black hair, flawless complexion, green eyes, luscious lips and a build that could start a fight anywhere. Following them was Ms. Lisa Stevens, an older edition of the girls, who was rumored to be a VIP where his mom worked.

"Hi Ms. Stevens, Dani, Sam. Here he is," Judy said, as Kay took the bottle from his mouth.

Great timing. "Good Morning Ms. Stevens," Al replied politely. Dani (Sam?) walked over to the couch where he was laying, helped him to a sitting position, then she sat beside him.

"We call him Carla, Ms. Stevens."

"Please Judy, Lisa. He certainly is a very pretty girl. Carla, honey, please stand up."

Judy replied, "Show her your pretty undies. Pull up skirt and slip, and show your pretties!"

Carla stood up, extremely embarrassed, and pulled up the requisite clothes. He was as red as a beet.

"Tell Lisa who put your panties on?" Judy asked. "Be a nice girl and tell all."

"Mommy Paula put my panties on me," Allen said, as he broke into tears. He wanted to run away and hide somewhere, anywhere far away from all this. The next sound was the door opening and shutting, and by now it was getting to be an omen of impending disaster. She walked into the room just as he was showing and telling his pretty undies to practically everyone in the neighborhood.

"I’ve three large pizzas with everything and two with four different cheeses. OK, girls, they’ll be in the kitchen. How did everything go, Judy," Terri Cantrell asked.

"Fine. Take a look at ‘Carla.’"

Ms. Cantrell walked over to her son and smiled at what she saw. "Well, I must say this turned out better than I thought, wouldn’t you, Lisa," his mother said as she turned to Ms. Stevens.

"He is very pretty. My girls will just love him to pieces. Think we should tell all," Lisa Stevens said with a Cheshire grin.

"Judy, did you get pictures of his changes?"

Judy replied, "We have about twenty Polaroids, and more on disc."

Carla was now joined on the couch by Sam and Dani, each bearing a peace, or more a piece, offering of pizza with pepperoni. Being hungry, he started with Dani feeding, then Sam, then Dani--he forgot what he was wearing, and didn’t care!

It was Lisa who started off: "Allen, your mother and I are lovers. Lesbians. You see, both our husbands turned out to be lousy. My husband was sexually molesting both of the girls. I caught him at it and threw him out. I had a tough fight, but I managed to get a divorce and the last I heard, he was sent to jail on sexual abuse of a child charge. Four years ago, I moved here to a new job. I worked in the same office as Terri, and we hit it off. Terri, I think you should tell Allen about Robert!"

Allen looked expectantly at his mother. He had been told his father died in an airplane crash.

Terri Cantrell sat, thinking about the consequences of what she was about to say. Allen looked up to his father, admired him greatly for his strength. His death came as a blow to the very young child. Slowly, Terri realized the truth had to come out. "Allen, I don’t know how to say this without hurting you. Do you want the truth, or would you like to go on not knowing?"

Allen thought about it for awhile, then said, "Here I am sitting on a couch wearing girls clothes, diapers (at that, he heard a stifled laugh from one of the twins, the rest of the girls, including Judy, were in the kitchen filling their faces), been embarrassed to no end, what else could possibly be worse. Please, mom, the truth!"

"OK," Lisa said, "you won’t like it. You are not my child. You see, Robert, your real father, raped my sister. When she went to the hospital, to give birth that is, she used my name. So that there would be no embarrassment. He, Robert, took off for parts unknown. One year after you were born, my sister was killed in a tragic auto accident. That’s when I took you in and raised you as my own. I never regretted it in any way, you were a son any mother could be proud of. No matter how you are dressed. Judy is my daughter, by another Robert incidentally, and he was very good at the start. He really fooled me. Judy told me that he was ‘playing’ games with her. I found out about those ‘games’ and he was soon history. He’s in prison, arrested as a pedophile and involved in a large child pornography ring."

"Mom, can I ask a question," Allen inquired, "Is what Judy did to me considered child molesting?"

Terri was taken aback by his question. "I really don’t know how to answer that question!"

The Twins, sitting quietly, spoke up. Dani acted as the spokeswoman: "I don’t think we were molesting you. None of the girls put their hands in places considered improper. We did get an agreement from you to obey Judy and do as she asked--after all, we did catch you in the act. And those pictures we took, well our mothers need something to hold over you in case you spill all about their being lesbians."

It was at that moment that Judy choose to enter the room with a piece of pizza. "What’s going on," Judy asked anxiously.

"Judy, tell Allen what this is all about. I’m getting some pizza before it disappears," Lisa stated.

"I’m right behind you," Terri echoed.

Dani got up, turned to Allen and her sister and inquired, "Do either of you want more pizza?" A chorus of "no thank you" followed.

"Looks like I’m going to have to tell all," Judy said with a bit of a smile as she sat beside him. "OK, you were set up! No conference, no inventory. Some time ago, I noticed little things, like clothes moved and wash disappearing for awhile. I told mom and she also found things moved. Now I also noticed how you looked at my friends, especially the twins. Mom, Ms. Stevens, the twins and me, we got together and plotted this little revenge on you!"

"I thought as much," Allen thought, then said, "I guess I’m chastised enough. I promise never to do anything like this again!"

Sam laughed at hearing this, and Judy stifled a laugh to spare him.

At that moment Lisa returned with a "What’s so funny?"

When Sam explained, Lisa stated, "She didn’t tell all. Allen, you are one of the nicest kids around. You are polite, kind, a gentle person. I want my daughters to know someone like you. You see, this was sort of a test. I wanted to push you to your macho limits, see if you would lash out, go screaming ‘no, I won’t do it and you can’t make me’ or something like that. That was the deal with the panties and all. Judy was told to push you, and she was really, really upset about it. She said, and I quote, ‘I do not want to do that to him, it could hurt him very much.’"

"Judy said that," Allen said in amazement. "She is the best friend I’ve got. When I pulled that stunt, I thought I lost her friendship forever and that was something I really would have regretted for the rest of my life!"

Lisa continued: "There’s another reason for this dressup. You are going to spend three weeks at my house, where Sam and Dani are going to teach you how to be a better girl. Putting on and taking off makeup. Color coordination of blouses, skirts, shoes and stockings. We will try to make you look as good as any girl at school."

"Does this mean I’ll have to date . . . date boys . . . Does this mean, I mean I’m not," Allen tried to get it out but couldn’t. The implications were too great.

"Look, I’m a lesbian, your mother is a lesbian, and my daughters need to find a good friend. Now whether it’s a she or he dressed as a she, I’m going to make damn sure what happened to us doesn’t happen to them. Now, more news: about two weeks after school starts, your family will be moving with us into a new house on Larchmore Terrace."

"So, you’ll have lots of girls to borrow a wardrobe from," Judy said with a big smile.

"Not really," Sam said, "I think I can get Carla to do sufficient shopping to have enough for us to borrow from! After all, he will be just one of the girls."

By now, most of the pizzas were history, and the girls were congregating in the family room. There were sounds of "thanks for the pizza" all around. Marti walked over to where Allen was sitting, and said, "I had some fun with you," as she bent over and kissed him full on the lips. Paula was next, and at least three more followed.

"Allen, all my friends do like you. Now, when you can pass better, you can join us at our slumber parties and such," Judy said, "I really want to include you in, the girls want you too. Truth is, I felt bad when I couldn’t include you in my plans because you were a boy. Now that everything’s changed, I can take you with us, everywhere."

Lisa announced, "Well, I’d better be going. We have to show Carla the house."

"Yes, you’ll like your room," Dani said.

"It has a nice big bed. Big enough for three," Sam said with a wink of her eye!

 

To Be Continued?

That’s All Folks--Annie O

 

 

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