Pantied

By Gingerfred Man

 

Chapter One – Stage Mother

I never realized my Mama was a stage mother until I was twelve years old. I know that’s late. Most stage mothers start to prop their kids up for auditions when they’re around 18 months. My mother was so sneaky, I didn’t even know I was auditioning.

My name is Carlo Firelli. My mother’s name is Ella. We live in an independent island country in the Mediterranean that until 1995 was named Vinoblanco. Our King, Marco XII, was an absolute ruler, but a very benevolent one. Marcos II, VI and X had been assassinated for not being benevolent, so XII watched his step.

Marco had a fatal flaw. He was really bad at picking fast horses. Really bad. So when an American billionaire named Fred Gingerman offered Marco $5 billion for our island of 100,000 people, Marco took the money and ran faster than any of his horses ever did.

Gingerman, it was said, had become a billionaire writing and selling brilliant TG fiction to the transgendered people of America, who would pay anything to read his randy tales. Or maybe that was just a rumor.

Regardless, Gingerman became King Fred I. People didn’t like it very much when he changed our country’s name to Gingerfredonia, but he created a high-tech sector and negotiated some sweet deals with the EU that made us very prosperous in only five years. So King Fred was very popular and no one seemed to mind that he was rumored to have some unusual appetites. More about those later.

In 2000, when I was twelve, my mother and I lived alone. Papa had done well at his fiber-optics job and was promoted to a position with the home office in Italy. Since he and Mama never really got along, it was the perfect time for a divorce. Papa left Mama in good shape financially, so she wouldn’t have to work. But her energy had to go somewhere and it went to me.

I was both blessed and cursed. I was the benefactor of a sharp mind, but my body was small, compared to the other boys. Even worse, it was widely agreed that I was the most beautiful boy anyone had ever seen. I dressed as boyishly as I could, kept my hair short, even played sports where I got nicks and bruises, but I was still pretty.

Men would stare at me and lick their lips. Straight men. With families and wives and mistresses. They had big erections in their pants when they saw me. The boys in my school didn’t know what to make of me. The ones in my class were OK, but the older boys would carry my books and buy me Coca Colas and such. One even tried to kiss me! Yuck!!!!

When I told my mother, she said, "Kissing boys can be fun, Carlo."

"Not for me, Mama," I told her truthfully. How odd that she would say that, I thought.

One day when I was about twelve and a half, Mama told me we were going to the photography studio to get the pictures for my permanent medical file.

What file? I never heard of it before. But the world of grown-ups was a strange one, so off we went to the photographer’s studio. He was a very nice man, but I could see that look that I often got when men saw me. He gave me my "standard uniform" for the photo shoot – a pink undershirt that only came to the top of my tummy and a pair of very brief, tight, pink cotton underpants. They barely covered the crack in my butt.

I looked at Mama, but she shrugged, as if to say, I know, it’s silly, but it’s the law.

I went in the back and changed, then padded out in my bare feet hoping to get this over with as soon as possible. Surprisingly, there were no mirrors in the studio, although it appeared by the paint contrast that they had been mounted at one time. Hmmm. I didn’t want to look at myself in that ridiculous get-up anyway.

The photographer was fixing his lights when Mama started putting some stuff all over my face. She said it helped the medical staff evaluate me. She spent a long time putting stuff around my eyes. "Eyes are a key medical area, Carlo," she said. And I believed her. Then she put some red stuff on my lips, "so the doctor could see them clearly with his machine." Whatever that meant.

I couldn’t see myself, but I could see the photographer. His big erection had gotten bigger. I hated when that happened and I couldn’t imagine why I was so much more attractive to him with all that medical goop on my face. Unless…No…Mama wouldn’t.

He started taking pictures of me standing. It was hot under the lights, but not bad. Then he asked me to turn around and pull my underpants down just below my buttcheeks. I looked at Mama.

"Go ahead, Carlo. The doctor has to see all of you."

I grumbled but did it. He took several shots. Then he asked me to turn away from the camera, spread my legs, pull the pants down to mid-thigh and grab my ankles. He got lots of shots of me horribly exposed like that, with my little rosebud wide open and my four-inch peener and pink ball sack dangling. I thought I heard the photographer’s breathing rate increase, but I was so embarrassed, who knew what I heard? Then I had to turn around with my underpants at half-mast as he snapped pictures of a humiliated me and my pink goodies.

"Skin it back, Carlo," Mama said. The doctor needs to see all the pink parts."

The photographer’s ears were red as he took picture after picture. Then the worst happened. I started to get an erection myself. I didn’t know how or why, but I was aroused. It was humiliating to me, but I could see Mama smiling.

There was a bed behind where I was standing and I was asked to lie on it and hold my penis up for a good medical shot. Mama said, "Skin it back. Release. Skin it. Release. Good boy."

Then I had to hold up my wrinkly little bag of grapes for the camera. By that time, my little willie was very red and excited and I was afraid the photographer would faint. He placed me in a number of poses on my stomach and my back. For the last twenty shots I was completely naked and he took a lot of shots of my little cock and cute balls from several angles.

I was sure that the doctor would think I was a moron. I had an expression of fear and uncertainty in every shot. When I told Mama, she said, "That’s a very good expression for these pictures, Carlo."

What did she mean?

Mama washed my face and I got dressed. She thanked the photographer and we left. Mama also confused me when, on the way home, she said, "I’ll bet he couldn’t wait to develop those shots."

Ewww, I thought. He wouldn’t look at them and do "that," would he?

Some days I really wished I were ugly.

I asked my friends about their experiences with their medical pictures and they looked at me as if I were crazy. When I asked the older boys, they looked at me as if they wanted to satisfy their disgusting needs with me. I quit asking.

Something wasn’t right.

A month after the photo shoot, a doctor did show up. It was Dr. Isabella Pronto, King Fred’s personal physician. Wow. I hoped she hadn’t found something wrong in those pictures. Was I sick?

Mama greeted Dr. Pronto warmly, then they spoke in private for about an hour. I was getting worried. But when they emerged, they were both smiling at me. Dr. Pronto said, "Carlo, don’t be worried. You’re in fine health. Let me just give you an exam in person."

The three of us went to the kitchen and Mama stripped me naked. I was embarrassed in front of this lady, but she was a doctor.

"Such fine skin," Dr. Pronto said. "So very beautiful."

Gee, even ladies were giving me that line.

The doctor checked me thoroughly, then strapped on two latex gloves for what she called a response test. I didn’t like the sound of that. She lubed two fingers on her left hand and the palm of her right hand. She had me stand, then entered my anus with the two greased fingers.

I jumped and tears filled my eyes. I had never had anything up my butt before and I was scared. It felt OK, though. The way she did it. In and out. Massaging something I had up there. Nicely.

Then she used her right, lubed hand to skin back my long, brown foreskin and expose the pink head of my little cock. "Very beautiful," she muttered as she examined it carefully.

I was starting to get the funny feeling the older guys said you got when you stroked yourself. I knew guys stroked themselves, but hadn’t done it myself. I guess I didn’t think about it very much. Dr. Pronto was stroking my peeny very nicely. And feeling inside me just right. I felt funny in my stomach and in my balls. She kept it up and the feelings got stronger. I said, "Dr. Pronto, maybe you’d better stop. Something’s happening!"

The matter was becoming urgent, but Dr. Pronto speeded up and said, "That’s all right, Sweetheart. You’ll like what happens."

I wasn’t sure of that. And I felt really strange being stroked by this woman in front of my mother, who was smiling expectantly.

Then it happened. My gut wrenched. My cock twitched. I got this hot glow from my nipples to my toes. My cock moved and moved again. I was in paradise, but Mama and Dr. Pronto were frowning. What was wrong?

The only clue I got was Dr. Pronto saying to Mama, "Still dry. I’ll be back every two weeks. We want Carlo."

Who was "we" and why did they want me? And why was Mama helping them? And what did, "Still dry" mean?

I asked Mama, but she said it was adult stuff.

Yeah, but I was the one the adults were talking about.

 

Chapter Two – Chosen

I had a lot to think about over the next eight weeks. Mama told me nothing, but every two weeks, Dr. Pronto would come to the house, reduce me to putty, then sigh sadly that I was "still dry.

On the eighth week, Dr. Pronto did her usual outstanding stroke job. I was panting and gasping for air as she fingered my anus and stroked my cock. This time, she wasn’t even using gloves or lube – as if she expected something different this time. The orgasm, as Mama called it, was coming more intensely than ever and I felt it in my balls as never before. When it hit, I squealed in sweet agony and spurted out two small globs of something that looked like warm, thick cream. I shuddered with the intensity of it, but Dr. Pronto and Mama were more ecstatic than I was. They held each other and danced around the room. Dr. Pronto thought I wouldn’t notice, but she licked the creamy stuff from her hand, sighing deeply.

Then they hugged me, telling me I was a man now. That sounded good to me, so I hugged them back. Boy, was I ever wrong!

The two women then went off to discuss adult stuff. They came back in a half hour and Mama was crying. What was wrong?

Mama hugged me and said I should be a good boy and do what I was told. She would see me soon.

Where was I going? I couldn’t leave Mama and my friends.

Mama walked me to the car and kissed me. "It’s for the best, Carlo. You’ll have a better future. I love you." And she kissed me and held me as we both cried.

Stunned, I got in the car with Dr. Pronto.

"Your mother loves you very much, Carlo," the doctor said. "She wants what’s best for you."

What the heck was happening here? I asked.

"You’ve been chosen to serve King Fred. It’s a great honor. Only six boys each year are chosen."

I thought. "So, it’s like a civil service job?"

Dr. Pronto laughed. "I guess you could say that. You were chosen for your intelligence, but also for your beauty."

It hit me. Oh, no! "King Fred’s gay! And he wants me for a boyfriend?"

Dr. Pronto said, "Certainly not. King Fred is heterosexual. He wants you to be his girlfriend."

 

Chapter Three – Trapped

If Dr. Pronto had slowed down the car just a little bit, I would have jumped out. And swum to Europe.

But she got us inside the palace before she slowed to a stop.

We got out and went to what would be my quarters. It was a large room with six double beds, three on each side of the room with a huge walk-in closet next to each bed. Each closet was stuffed with dresses and lingerie and tons of shoes. Each bed had a fully equipped vanity area next to it with big mirrors and every cosmetic ever made.

"This is your bed, Carlo," Dr. Pronto said. "They’ll pick a girl’s name for you soon. Since the king is American, he likes the girls to have American names. His favorite names are from the girls in his thrilling stories."

Was I in a loony bin? I looked at "my clothes." They had all been picked out for me and sized expertly. They were super femmy. Yuck. I was a boy.

"I’m a boy!" I announced loudly. All my life, no one really believed it.

"For now you are. Give me those clothes. No boy clothes are allowed in this area. You don’t have to wear the girl clothes, but you can’t wear the boy clothes. So your alternative is naked."

Somehow I found the guts to shout, "I’m not taking my boy clothes off."

Dr. Pronto showed astounding agility. She grabbed me, sat, pulled me over her knee, pulled down my pants and spanked my bare-ass for ten strokes. She was strong. I wasn’t. It hurt and I was crying.

"You were spanked for being rude, Carlo. You won’t be spanked for choosing to be naked. We want you to see that your best decision is to be a girl. If you are rude, inconsiderate or selfish, you will be spanked. Now give me those clothes."

"Yes ma’am." I tearfully took them off and stood there naked.

Dr. Pronto smiled at me. "Listen to what your Mama said, Carlo. Do as you’re told."

I didn’t want to be a girl. I didn’t want to be naked either, but it was time I stood up for myself. Maybe they would give up on me and send me home. Oh, if only.

Dr. Pronto said, "Your counselor, Mistress Maria will be by to see you in a few minutes. Now behave yourself."

Then she left. I trembled. What had I gotten myself into?

 

Chapter Four – The Mistress

I stood there naked and considered my plight. No one was going to save me. Mama had those pictures taken of me so she could "audition" me. Papa was in Italy somewhere and he didn’t care about me. I started to cry.

A tall, thin, large-breasted woman in her mid-thirties entered the room. She had long, brown hair, blue eyes and was very pretty. She was wearing a pretty red dress with short skirts, seamed black stockings and five-inch stiletto pumps. She had the air of command and the riding crop she carried made her very scary..

She looked at me. "And you are?"

"Carlo, Ma’am." I was almost always polite, but not polite enough this time.

She fixed me with her icy eyes. "My name is Maria Caputo. You will address me as Mistress Maria or Mistress. You will speak to me only when I order you to. Do you understand?"

Whoa! "Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Now why are you naked, Carlo?"

"Mistress, Dr. Pronto wanted me to put girl’s clothes on and I’m a boy."

"So the only alternative was to be naked."

"Yes, Mistress."

"And you took it."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, you look very good naked."

I blushed. "Thank you, Mistress."

"My job is to make you into a sexy little girl. A girl who loves to please men and be pleased by them in return. A girl who is very skilled in pleasing men."

I was disgusted at the thought.

She continued. "There are many things you will be required to do. You must obey the orders of the staff immediately and completely. We will not order you to dress as a girl. However, once you choose to wear an article of girl’s clothing in any way, we will order you to dress as a girl all the time. And you will obey. Rudeness and discourtesy to anyone, even your roommates, will get you spanked. Do you understand?"

I did. I began to cry. "Yes, Mistress."

Mistress Maria’s face softened a tiny bit. "It’s not as bad as it sounds, Little One. Once you let yourself be a girl, a life of feminine joy awaits you. Until then, you seem to be the type who resists. They usually become the ones who become the most feminine."

I vowed that I would be the exception.

"You’re very pretty, Carlo," Mistress Maria said. "You will make the other girls jealous and all the men will want you in your beds."

I thought, tell me something I don’t know, Lady. I’ve heard that all my life. And I’m still a boy.

"If you let the feminine feelings you have within you out, they will drench you with their warmth and make you happy. Our king is wise. He knows that all males have a male side and a female side. Men are all part Fred, part Ginger, he likes to say. He loves the young, feminized boys best, but he likes feminine women too. Not the kind who dress like lumberjacks. But no one is more attractive to our king than a sweet sissygirl with her pretty face, tight little asshole and little stiff cock. It will be your honor to serve our king sexually, many times. And serve the men he offers you to. He is a great man, our king. You will come to love him. Just let it happen."

Like hell, I thought.

"The king has not taken pleasure with any of your roommates yet. They are all your age and have been here anywhere from two weeks to six. He has many beautiful lovers from last year’s girls and the year before’s. Six from each year. Lovely girls all. And very giving to men. Perhaps he will choose you first from this year’s group for his favors. What an honor that would be for you! Your roommates have all accepted the dominance of their feminine side. You will meet them soon. At the moment, they are off having the girliest things done to their hair and nails. Would you like to try that, Molly, I mean Carlo?"

Molly? Is that what I was to be called? "No, thank you, Mistress."

"You will, my pretty little one, you will."

Maybe it was my imagination, but my cock twitched a little when she said that.

 

Chapter Five – The Roommates

From afar, I could feel a tidal wave of femininity pouring toward the room Mistress Maria and I occupied and I was to share with five "girls."

I could hear the steady clacking of multiple stiletto heels and the giggles of mirth and contentment that seemed so unattainable as I stood naked and despairing.

The door to my new "home" burst open and five incredibly pretty, barely pubescent people blew in. They stopped dead when they saw me, staring with mute bemusement at my nudity and sour expression.

I saw five mirror images of myself – small for their age, thin and facially gifted young people, who may have been boys at one time, but now looked like the girliest girls. Was this my future? Not if I could help it. The girls, I have to call them that, used their cosmetics well. They had huge, inviting eyes, and luscious, red lips. They were every hetero male’s dream-come-true in their three- or four-inch spiky heels and seamed stockings that were fully exposed by the too-short dresses or lingerie they had obviously been forced to wear. Their pretty panties were also fully exposed and it didn’t take very good eyesight to spot the lumpiness within.

They saw a very pretty boy (I knew it, though I hated that I was pretty) who was completely naked and sporting the biggest erection he had ever mustered. The sight of those pretty kids had my blood boiling, even though it was still only the day of my first wet orgasm. My brain said, "Don’t look. They’re boys. You’ll turn gay!" My cock said, "Yummy," and erected fiercely.

I couldn’t help but notice that one by one, each of my new roommates’ panties got tighter and they were all looking at me with interest. I was horribly embarrassed. How would I ever live through his and maintain my membership in heterosexual society?

A delicious cutie with curly blonde hair, tan stockings, green, high-heeled sandals, filmy white panties and a green babydoll asked, "Who are you?"

Just like the caterpillar in Alice’s Wonderland, I thought. I wish I knew where the rabbit hole was. "I’m Carlo. Who are you?"

"I’m Cindy. You must be our new roommate, Molly. Mistress told us you would be joining us once you could cum like a big girl."

They knew way too much about me. "My name is Carlo."

"I’m Amy," a little doll dressed in a too-short pink dress, pink stockings, pink panties and pink pumps said. "Don’t be afraid, Molly. You’ll love it here. It’s a big change, but then you’ll love being a girl. You get to wear pretty things and there’s all the sex you want. Do you like sex, Molly?"

I thought so. Was that what Dr. Pronto was doing to me those times? Best to stick to my mantra. "I’m Carlo."

"That was how I acted too, Molly," an angel in blue lingerie with long, black hair said. "I’m Mary Beth. We’ll take good care of you if you let us. We can help you get dressed if you want."

"I’m not wearing girl’s clothes," I said as my eyes filled with tears. If I didn’t know these girls were really boys, I would have fainted with humiliation from being naked. Or with lust. They were really hot!

"I’m Jenny, Molly," a darling brunette in a white party dress and white lingerie said. "They feed us really well here. There’s lots to do and we don’t neglect our schooling."

"And I’m Heather," the last to speak, but probably the prettiest said. She was a blonde with long straight hair and all-black lingerie, including a shortie peignoir over her babydoll. She was wearing the highest heels of them all on her sandals and walked with confidence. "My bunk is next to yours. I hope we can be good friends, Molly. We can kiss and suck each other’s clitties and make all kinds of sissy love. Anything you want."

She was serious! The words, "I’m Carlo," stuck in my throat that time and I didn’t say them. Probably just an oversight.

I mustered my courage though and screamed, "I’M A BOY! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Crack! I felt Mistress Maria’s riding crop on my tiny but. And another! I flinched. They stung very badly. My eyes filled with tears.

"Rudeness will not be tolerated, young lady."

"I’m sorry, Mistress." I bawled. And I vowed to be a lot subtler in the future.

Heather, Jenny, Mary Beth, Cindy and Jenny surrounded me and comforted me. They smelled awfully nice too. Mistress Maria smiled sardonically

 

Chapter Six – Early Days

My first days at the palace were horrible. My roommates couldn’t have been sweeter to me, but I kept to myself. Alone and naked, I fought back femininity.

It wasn’t easy.

Being naked was no picnic. It was chilly and humiliating. And I couldn’t hide my emotions. When I was around my roommates, I was embarrassed to be fiercely erect almost all the time. Since they were really boys, it made it difficult for me to assert that I wasn’t attracted to boys. But they were really more like girls, weren’t they?

Mornings and evenings were very difficult. Watching my roommates get dressed was torture. I would make my bed, brush my teeth, take a shower and comb my hair and, since I was naked, I was ready for the day. The girls would take an hour making themselves pretty. And the results were spectacular. One morning I watched Heather sit on the bed next to mine and slowly roll up her silky black stockings. She smiled at me and took an extra long time to roll each sensuous article up each luscious leg. My little boy was painfully stiff and twitching.

Heather said, "They feel really good, Molly. Would you like to try them on?"

My cock begged me to say yes. I said, "No thank you," however, with some regrets.

Heather said, "Would you like to touch my legs and feel how smooth the stockings are?"

I couldn’t speak, but shook my head no. Then my cock betrayed me once again. My balls blew four airborne globs in Heather’s direction. I groaned and shuddered with the impact of the intense orgasm. She saw the whole thing. Humiliation! More despair!

But Heather showed incredible class and compassion. She looked to see if anyone else had noticed. They hadn’t. Then she said, "It’s OK, Molly. I won’t tell anyone. I know you want to keep resisting. When you want a friend, I’m here."

My first friend in this awful place. And a gorgeous one to boot.

Daytimes were pretty good, except for being naked.

I attended school with my roommates and I must say that I was impressed. The level of learning was outstanding and my classmates were every bit as smart as I.

I couldn’t help but wonder why they gave up their masculinity so easily.

Evenings were the worst. The girls and I did our homework, which was the highlight of the evening, then got ready for bed.

Oh, the sexy, teasing lingerie those little nymphets wore! I could only get on my bed and lie under the covers to hide my erection.

Then they would get in bed with each other and have sex! Noisy, wet sex, with lots of girlie noises. Jenny and Cindy would suck each other’s clitties for hours. Mary Beth and Amy loved to kiss and skin each other’s clitties to Force 10 orgasms. Heather was the free agent, assisting here, filling in there. It was so GAY!! It was disgusting in an incredibly arousing way.

Heather and the other girls asked me several times if I wanted to join them. Certain things about it appealed to me, but I wasn’t gay, remember?

Still, I could feel aspects of my resolve eroding and when Heather asked me on my fifth night at the palace if I wanted to "just hug" I accepted.

I pulled back the covers and the prettiest girl on the planet giggled and slid next to me.

"Just hugging," I reminded her, "Because I’m cold from being naked."

Heather smiled sweetly and almost melted me right there. She was wearing white stockings, a white garter belt, wispy white panties and a white baby doll. Her long, blonde hair tickled my shoulder as she snuggled up to me for some "hugging."

I put my arms around her. She was delightfully soft and warm. It was very nice. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give her a friendly little kiss. On the forehead. So I did. Heather purred sweetly and snuggled closer.

Heather looked at me. Her beautiful eyes were humid with desire. She pouted her lips for a kiss. They were red and plump. Mustn’t be rude, I thought. So I kissed her on the lips.

"Mmmmm," Heather said, and kissed me back. The little scamp tried to put her tongue in my mouth. I let her. It was wildly exciting. We sucked each other’s tongues and hugged each other passionately, exploring each other’s bodies with our hands.

It was getting way too gay for me. Then I made a big mental leap. I thought of Heather as a girl! All the available evidence except for her little goodie package screamed "girl." Who was I to argue?

Heather touched my hard cock. I trembled. She kissed me and massaged my cock expertly. Oh, that was good. I slipped my hand into the rear of her pretty panties and felt her warm, soft ass. Oh, that was better. I stroked her inner, stockinged thighs with my other hand. She was an angel on earth. I wanted her, but didn’t really know what that meant or what I could do about it. Heather kept kissing me and stroking my little guy. Maybe I could do the same for her. Touching a cock? Ewwww! But no. It was a clitty, remember?

I reached into the front of her precious little panties and caught her clittyhead between my thumb and two fingers. The little sweetheart’s foreskin was all wet from the sticky goo she was secreting. It was so intimate to handle her this way. I pulled her foreskin back. She gasped, kissed me harder and tickled my balls. Ohhhhhh. Why did I waste those first four nights?

Heather and I kissed and rubbed until the little sweetie’s breathing increased and her perfect eyes widened. She squealed and groaned prettily, then spurted five big globs of cum on my excited fingers, wrist and arm. I had brought this doll pleasure! It was so exciting that my own arousal quadrupled and my warnings came in fast succession. I arched my back and Heather doubled her efforts on my cock. We locked eyes and I fell into what a 12-year-old believes is love with Heather, then gave her the biggest (and third) cum of my life. I groaned and thrashed, covering my flat tummy with cummy. Heather smiled, then licked me clean, cuddled up to me, kissed me and went to sleep. I was happier than I had been since coming to the palace. Which still was pretty unhappy.

 

Chapter Seven – Boys

Well, nobody told me what happened on Saturdays at that loony bin they called a palace, so when I woke up thinking I would reach over to Heather for a little more of last night, I was sorely disappointed.

Heather had been up for some time and was dressing herself for something special. Her make-up was extra-seductive and her black hose were the sheerest I had seen yet. She was wearing a black micro-miniskirt and five-inch heels. She looked at me, smiled and asked, "Didn’t anyone tell you about Saturdays, Molly?"

A little ticked, I said, "I’m Carlo, and no."

Heather said, "I’m so sorry. We’re all eager to make ourselves pretty. On Saturdays we get to be with boys."

Boys? My angel had someone else? And what was I? The dog’s breakfast? I was a boy too!

Clearly, Heather didn’t think of me as a boy. That was terrible. It was….oh, no. No. By "we" did that include me? They were giving me a boy? No way. No. No. No.

"Heather," I asked calmly, "When you said, ‘be with’ boys, what did you mean?"

Heather giggled. "They fuck us, of course. And we suck their cocks until their cream covers our faces. It’s wonderful."

Oh, the horror! "Heather, sweetheart, how did you get like this? You’ve only been here four weeks." I was afraid it would happen to me, if I weren’t wary.

Heather kept primping, but explained sweetly, "Molly, my Mama has been getting me ready for this for a long time. She taught me about cosmetics and had me dressing at home for two years. And, of course, she brought in nice boys for me to, you know, pleasure."

"Pleasure? You’ve been pleasuring boys for two years?"

"Yes, and oh, it’s been wonderful. Mama only picked the nicest boys and they were so grateful. I love when their cum leaps from their pricklips and they groan so happily. I love when they push their big pieces of meat all the way into my tiny pooper and they fuck me until I squeal and cum. I only had dry cums until four weeks ago, but the day I had my first wet one, Mama called the palace and they came and got me. Dr. Pronto has had her eye on me for a long time."

Stunned, I managed to ask, "And what about your papa? What did he think?"

Heather blushed. "Mama thought that the best way for him to agree would be for him to be one of the beneficiaries of my charms."

Ewwwwww! The poor kid! And yet, she’s so sweet and kind and lovable. Very lovable.

Amy, Jenny, Mary Beth and Cindy were also dressed to thrill and there I was, still naked. Ten minutes later, six boys, aged 16 to 18 entered our chamber. They had bodies like Chippendales and were very handsome. I was told.

They were only wearing the briefest, tightest, Speedo-like underpants and their bulges were enormous. There was sexual electricity between them and the girls. I slunk to a corner. Within minutes, they had paired up and were on the girl’s beds in eager coitus. The girls did have boys’ sex drives after all.

Only one boy was left unfulfilled. And that was the way I wanted him to stay.

He walked over to me and very politely introduced himself. "I’m Franco. You must be Molly."

"MY NAME IS CARLO!!!" I screamed and from nowhere, Mistress Maria appeared to give me three on the butt from the riding crop.

"No rudeness! Franco is a nice boy. You will at least let him give you a massage. He is a skilled masseur."

I was about to scream no, but those shots from the crop didn’t tickle.

How bad could a massage be?

As instructed, I lay on my bed on my stomach and Franco massaged my shoulders. I was very tense, but Franco’s hands were indeed very skilled.

I looked over to Heather’s bed and made myself miserable. My girlfriend of less than 24 hours was on her stomach. A muscular 17-year-old boy had his big, hot, rock-hard cock in her pretty, miniscule asshole and she was purring with pleasure. How it ever got in there was a mystery, but every time he withdrew it she gasped and every time he pushed it in she sighed. That should be me putting my bad boy in there. But Heather thought of me as a girl. Almost a sister, even. Well, maybe I could start showing her a thing or two about that. I knew I was a boy. But Franco seemed to have forgotten.

Maybe Franco was gay. Those muscular, pretty-boy types often are, I’ve heard. Still, that massage did feel awfully nice. But did he need to spend so much time on my ass muscles? Why did he need to slather that hot oil on? Although it did feel good. When he rubbed a finger through the crack in my ass, I was going to smack him one. But Mistress Maria was ever watchful.

Franco flipped me over and began to rub hot oil all over my chest. When he rubbed it on my nipples, despite my best efforts, my cock got hard. Franco smiled slightly when he saw that, the pervert. He was four or five years older than I was. And a boy. But his little guy was being naughty too, I couldn’t help but notice. I did enjoy the hot oil on my legs. And what a good job he did on my poor, tired feet.

Heather was squealing very loudly now. I’ll bet she was going to spray her girlie goo. If only I had been there instead of that ape.

My ape was getting me very excited despite myself. I didn’t know I would like my toes worshiped like that, but I did. When he told me I had beautiful feet, I thanked him. Stupid. Stupid. Then I blushed. I hoped he didn’t think…..

Heather screamed and shot a huge wad of cum that almost reached my bed. Her thuggish beau groaned loudly and apparently gave my sweetie an assful of his best stuff.

Maybe it was all the feelings from the massage and listening to Heather and the release of tension or whatever, but I let a big load of cum go myself, right at that moment. It shot high and far and Franco was delighted. The poor slob did work hard to get me to do that, so I gave him a half smile. More from pity. I hoped he didn’t take that as encouragement.

I looked at Mistress Maria and she had one of her rare smiles on. I think they were reading too much…..hey! Franco flipped me over and was on the table rubbing his fat cock in the oiled crack of my ass. I yelled, "STOP THAT!"

Everyone looked. Whack. Mistress Maria let me have it.

"Stop complaining, you big baby," she said. "Franco won’t penetrate you. But he helped you have an orgasm; shouldn’t you help him?"

Since she put it that way, what could I do?

It was disgusting. Franco didn’t enter my ass, but from behind me he ran his prick between my warm, silky, oiled thighs. I could feel his long foreskin sliding on and off his cockhead. I was so ashamed. No one in the room seemed to think anything was unusual. In fact, they seemed happy that I was doing it. Yuck!

After about ten minutes of satisfying his disgusting needs, Franco rolled me on my back. He spread my legs and masturbated above my crotch. It was despicable, but for some reason, my cock thought it was all right to be horrifyingly erect.

Franco’s face was contorted in orgasmic fury. He was savaging his cock and muttering about how beautiful I was. Suddenly, hot, manly seed leaped from his prick and landed in hot jets directly on my pink bag of balls. When the second spurt scorched my ball sack. I erupted. It was the ball-draining of the century. It cleaned out every little nook and cranny of my tee tees. Why?, I asked myself as I cried in shame and pulled myself into a fetal position.

Franco tried to talk to me, but I rebuffed him. After a while, everyone left the room but me.

 

Chapter Eight – Clothes

My roommates had all gone off with their faggot boyfriends to some other rooms for more fucking, I imagined. Heather probably wouldn’t want me anymore, I thought. I acted so weird in her estimation, I was sure.

I wanted to go home. Failing that, I wanted Heather. I walked over to Heather’s bed and opened her dresser drawer. It was fragrant with cachet, but I could smell Heather as well. She smelled marvelous. I held a pair of her blue panties in my hand and brought them to my nose. Now I was a panty sniffer. How much farther would I sink?

I soon found out.

I began to imagine making love to Heather. There were six other days in the week besides faggot Saturday. I could make Heather want me as a boy. I lay on my bed and wrapped Heathers panties around my cock. I stroked the silky material up and down. It felt very good. Heather’s thighs were so smooth. I wanted to stroke them as I kissed her. I could feel her lips. Maybe she would put those lips on my cock. I felt a small pinch in my gut and rubbed myself faster. Heather was so beautiful. A bigger pinch. She wanted me. I….Ohhhhhh…..Aaaaaaaaah. I made four big globs into Heather’s panties. What would I do? I had to….

The worst. I opened my eyes and Mistress Maria was standing there.

She smiled evilly and spoke. "Well, well. It appears that you were wearing an object of female attire. Panties on your cock. And not even your own. Your naked days are over, Molly.

As the Borg say, "Resistance was futile."

The next morning, my roommates had all been thoroughly and repeatedly fucked the previous day and were in a good mood. When Mistress Maria told them that they could dress me, they positively boiled over with happiness, in direct proportion to my misery.

First I took a warm bubble bath with Amy and Jenny, who were quite charming in their own right. We soaped each other in the big tub and things didn’t seem quite as bad. Amy was such a bad girl in the tub; she soaped my little prickie and bag of grapes and made me cum under water. It was weird the way the cum rose to the surface. I even managed a slight giggle.

We dried off, fooling around like the kids we were.

I didn’t need to shave, so after brushing my teeth and drying my hair, I emerged from the bathroom to find five giggling girls, holding up lingerie, hose, shoes and dresses. All for me. It was a loving gesture, I almost appreciated it. But I was humiliated to think that I would be wearing girl’s clothes for the foreseeable future.

My roommates fussed over me, making up my face to a gorgeous perfection. Even I didn’t realize I would be beautiful as I was. Maybe my chromosomes did get mixed up and I was supposed to be a girl. Then why was I so adamant about being a boy?

Mary Beth did the best she could with my hair and the dressing began.

Stockings first. Long, black, sheer and silky. I had to admit, they felt very good going on. And I sneaked a peek in the mirror, seeing that my legs betrayed me too. They looked drop-dead gorgeous in stockings. I hoped I would get panties soon, because my naughty little boy was erect again and I was tired of advertising my feelings.

The panties came next. Oh they felt good when their satin settled on my cock and balls. How did girls wear these things? They should have been in a constant state of arousal. I realized of course, that girl’s sexual equipment is inside, while ours is outside. I hoped I wouldn’t make a creamy mess in my panties right away. But the possibility was there.

Next they put a satin training bra on me. Ohhhh. It rubbed right against my sensitive nipples, which seemed to be getting a little puffier since I had been at the palace. And a little itchy. Could they be….No, of course not. The combination of panty and bra stimulation had me in some distress. My sweet roommates recognized it and Mary Beth hit her knees. She took my little boy from his new home and put him in her soft, wet mouth. Oh, my. My first blowjob was exquisite. Mary Beth knew her craft and she licked me to perfection.

The other girls were not idle. Amy and Jenny pulled up my bra and each sucked one nipple. Oh my goodness! My cock and nipples being sucked at the…..Ahhhhh….Cindy had her fingers in my tiny butt. I always loved when Dr. Pronto did that, but I could never hold on very….Oh, Heather began to kiss me sweetly, licking my tonsils. She smelled so good. Her kisses stole my breath. My nipples. My ass. My cock. Oh. Oh. My balls were sending out red alerts. Mary Beth was going to get a mouthful, but I couldn’t warn her. My mouth was full of Heather’s tongue. My toes vibrated. My entire torso shook. I felt excited and content at the same time. Did any guy ever have nicer roommates, I wondered. Oh. Oh. I poured out my sweet cream into Mary Beth’s talented mouth, clenched my ass on Cindy’s manicured fingers, wiggled my nipples fiercely within Amy’s and Jenny’s mouths, and kissed my sweet Heather lustily. Would we do this every time I dressed?

I was crying with sexual release and gratitude as I hugged the girls and thanked them. They were so good to me.

I finished getting dressed, putting on a black minidress and two-inch black pumps. I was wobbly in those heels, but got some good coaching from the girls.

No lingerie today, as we were going to Mass. The entire palace turned out for church on Sundays and everyone was dressed like normal people. I even spotted Franco in the front row of the balcony. The little pervert kept staring at me, as if I were his or something. I didn’t even enjoy that massage. Well maybe a little. And me cumming when his sploogee hit my balls, that was a coincidence. He did look pretty normal in a suit and tie, however. And not totally ugly.

I felt as if everyone in the church was staring at me, now that I was no longer "the naked one." It did feel better to be wearing clothes, even if they were girly things. Those panties were rubbing my poor little guy and he had been excited since I got dressed. Mistress Maria had said something about my clitty being naughty because I was excited by my femininity. But what did she know? She was just some overseer with a riding crop. "Let your feminine feelings out," she said.

I should have been paying more attention to Father’s homily, but I was sneaking looks to my right at the six girls who had been there a year longer than we had and the six who had been at the palace for more than two years. They were fantastic beauties! So confident and mature. And they had womanly shapes, including what appeared to be large breasts. Must have been forms, I thought. My nipples had become very itchy lately and seemed to be puffing up a bit. My roommates had complained of the same thing. Maybe there was a bug going around.

After the final blessing, I discovered that I needed to tinkle. Amy and Jenny waited for me as I headed for the lady’s room. Another indignity. I had to sit to pee. When I finished, I saw one of the two-years-ahead girls fixing her hair. She recognized me and smiled sweetly, introducing herself as Hannah.

"How do you like it here, Molly?" the delicious creature asked me.

"I hate it," I retorted honestly. "I’m a boy and I want to go home."

"Look at yourself in this mirror, Molly. Do you see a boy?"

I looked. "No," I said honestly.

"All your life, have people talked about your beauty and what a pretty girl you would make?"

"Yes."

"Are you having sex now, Molly?"

I thought about the six-way from that morning. "Some."

"With boys?"

"Ick! No!"

"You will. Sex with a nice boy or a nice man is the greatest experience there is. Kissing you. Loving you. Entering you and leaving his seed within you. Bringing you to heaven again and again. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. You’ll love it, Little One. I promise."

"Did the King make you do it with him?"

"Never. The King and I have made love dozens of times. He’s kind and gentle and very giving. And he loves to swallow my cum. <Giggle> And he often asks us girls to entertain some of the foreign government and business people (only the nice ones) he is working on to make our country and its people very prosperous. Did you think our advances over the past five years were a miracle? The King is giving quid pro our hot little asses."

"But, Hannah, he’s a man and we’re boys."

"Not any more. I’m a girl forever now. I love everything about it and I have a legion of men who adore me and would run through a wall for me. And I like to swallow their cum too. <Giggle>"

How the heck did this beautiful person end up like this? I asked, "Could you go back to being a boy?"

"Of course. We’re not slaves. We serve the king for three years from our first wet cum. After that, he provides for our education, our futures and our bank accounts. Either as a male or a female. I wouldn’t want to give up any of this, though. How could I give up these titties?" And Hannah undid her dress and released two C-cup masterpieces from their confinement.

I stared in horror. I thought they were fake. Was this my future?

Hannah misunderstood. She thought I was jealous. "Don’t worry, Molly. You’ll have pretty titties soon and a narrow waist and wide hips. They’re pouring hormones into you like you’re a vat. Do you feel the itching and puffiness of your nipples yet?"

Oh, the horror! They’re poisoning us with female hormones. I won’t eat. I won’t drink. I won’t breathe.

Hannah saw my distress. "It’s all reversible if you want, Sweetie. Just grit your teeth and think of Gingerfredonia if you want. But you may enjoy very minute of it once you let go of your boyishness. Our counselor, Mistress Francesca, always recommended frequent orgasms to rid the body of those boyish toxins. I’ve taken that advice, but you should just let go and see what happens."

There was no way out, was there?

 

Chapter Nine – Compromise?

When I discussed my conversation with Hannah with my roommates, they took it all in stride.

"I was going to be a girl forever anyway," Mary Beth said. "I’m grateful for the head start. I can’t wait to see what my titties look like. And my hips. I hope I have a sweet, femmy voice."

Was I the only one who saw the boat as sinking? How was I going to spend the next three years sucking men’s cocks and having them cum in my ass? And maybe all over my big boobs?

I sulked over in my corner of the room. Amy, Jenny, Mary Beth and Cindy were holding up lingerie and comparing each other’s tastes. Where was Heather? I spotted her standing by her bed. Her panties were down to mid-thigh. She was facing me on her huge heels. I could see her white thighs above her stocking tops. She was smiling seductively, but the killer was that she was holding the toe of a black stocking in one hand and the top in the other. Her cock was in the middle of the sheer stocking and supported by it. She was rolling the stocking from left to right, drooling love-goo on the stocking as she teased me. She pouted her pretty lips for a kiss. I took her offer.

I removed my dress and kicked off my heels. We kissed, two 12-year-old, beautiful sissies in sheer lingerie and sporting hard erections. Mine was straining my sheer, black bikini panties and the whole front was soaked with pre-goo. I should have taken off my lingerie, but it seemed to be too hard to do or maybe I just liked the feel.

Heather took charge. She pushed me back on her bed and attacked my clitty (did I really say that?) with her lipglossed mouth. She didn’t even remove my panties, just sucked and licked my clittyhead through the filmy material. Ohhhhh! I felt her stockinged legs against mine. Ahhhhhh! I would miss this a lot if I were not here. And how many girls would want to go out with someone prettier than they are.

Heather kept licking me with little love flicks. She wormed her fingers through the back of my tiny panties and entered me with her middle finger. I had to admit. I liked that a lot. But would I like penetration from a boy? Maybe it depended on who it was. Gay alert! Gay alert! I was thinking gay thoughts. Time to concentrate on the fantastic loving I was getting from a lovely girl. Heather was that and more.

Heather used her considerable skills to try and make me a happy girl. Could I be a happy girl? Maybe for a few seconds at least. Intense seconds. Spurting seconds. Ball-draining, panty-drenching seconds. Oh Heather, you’re so beautiful. I could love you. Oh, Heather, your fingers….there. That’s it. Oh. Lick harder. Oh, you naughty girl, I……My balls seized control of my body and blew my anxiety out of my peehole and into my pretty panties. They were pretty weren’t they?

And then I did a very bad thing. I screamed with the intensity of my cum. Like a little girl.

Oh, I was so naughty. I hoped I didn’t break Heather’s finger when I came. She had such pretty fingers. I was going to the manicurist the next day. I would have pretty fingers. And toes too. Maybe being pretty wasn’t so bad.

Heather and the girls were all around me, smiling. Maybe I could make this work. I ignored my cummy panties and asked Heather if I could suck her pretty clitty – my first. She squealed with delight and got on her back for me. I knelt next to her and licked the tip. It was covered with the little sweetie’s excitement and it tasted very good. Did boy’s cocks taste this good? Just an idle thought.

I think Heather really liked it when I licked her balls and gave them a nice bath. The way she was squealing and squirming, it appeared I had hit a home run. I even lifted the sweet little bag up and licked all over the underside. The wrinkly pouch was warm and tasty. And it made my Heather happy that I was doing it. I went back to her clitty head and tongued her peehole. Wow, did Heather like that. She arched her back and moaned. I hoped I could remember all that. Maybe it came naturally. My sweetie was really leaking goo now, so I concentrated on bathing the pink little head of her four-incher with my hot saliva. I could barely lick the sticky goo off fast enough. Heather locked eyes with me, gave me a look of adoration and pure lust and began to bombard my face with cum jets. I had never seen the little doll make so much cum. She was squealing so prettily and the other girls, who were naughtily peeking at us, oohed in wonder. My face was covered with Heather’s precious juices. I was now a cocksucker, but at least I was a good one.

 

Chapter Ten – Franco’s Lucky Day

Well, I had to admit that I wasn’t quite as priggish about my predicament from that point on. I resented being given so few choices, but I saw where I could make some compromises and do very well. I didn’t know if I could take the big step to sex with boys, but I was going to give Franco a test run that Saturday just to see.

I learned so much about femmy things that week – hair, nails, make-up, clothes, walking in heels and cocksucking. My sisters and I made lots of hot love, but didn’t neglect our studies. I was even getting some compliments from Mistress Maria and didn’t feel the crop all week.

On Saturday, I wore a white teddy with matching stockings and four-inch-spike sandals. My hair was pouffed out and I had bedroom make-up on. I hoped Franco’s heart could take it.

When the boys came to us, I sissied over to Franco and asked how he was. At first, he didn’t recognize me. I looked a 180 since the previous week. Then his eyes got wide and he realized that Molly, the prettiest of them all, was flirting with him. And she was a virgin.

The crash cart was ready, but Franco was OK.

I held his hand and escorted him to my part of the room. Suppressing my gag reflex, I asked, "Would you like to kiss me, Franco?"

I didn’t need to ask twice. Franco held my soft, warm, perfumed, lacy body next to his hard, muscular, nearly naked one. I felt his big, hard cock rub against my stomach and I kept my breakfast down. So far, so good.

He kissed me. Very well. Very, very well. Well, well. Well. That Franco. Already he was surprising me.

I took a breath and asked, "Franco, you must be SO HOT in that SWELTERING Speedo. Why don’t you take it off?"

Franco was looking to see if he was on Candid Camera, but he shucked his drawers anyway.

I wasn’t really looking the previous week, but now I could see that Franco had a beautiful cock. The foreskin was all the way back and his cockhead was full and proud. I touched it and it twitched. I scratched his balls with my manicured talons and he gave a little whimper. Oh, my. I did have power, didn’t I? We were still standing as I did a two-hand, thorough inspection of Franco’s cock and balls. We were very close and I hoped Franco was enjoying my "Angel" perfume. Franco mostly seemed to be enjoying my warm attentions to his privates. I kissed him again, this time with lots of tongue. He held me closely and kissed me back.

I was panting and gasping. Maybe it was something I ate. The air seemed to have left the room. Maybe there was more air closer to the floor. I dropped to my knees and kissed his hairy thighs. Franco liked that a lot. He seemed to like everything – a point in his favor.

The moment came. I kissed his cockhead. Franco moaned with pleasure. I was not arrested for gayness, so I licked it too. Franco squirmed a little and let out his breath. I tickled his balls as I began to lick his cock with vigor, applying the techniques I had learned from my randy sisters. Franco was most appreciative. Between grunts and moans, he told me how beautiful I was and how feminine I had become. I liked the first, but the second was not what I wanted to hear. Of course, there I was in full-fuck lingerie on my knees sucking a young stud’s cock. I guessed I wasn’t up for man of the year.

I let it go and soon, Franco let it go. It was very messy. Lots of cum and all over my face and breasts. I guessed you could call them that now, even though they were mostly nipple and the size of small plums.

Surprisingly I liked it. I liked the power. I liked the intimacy. I liked being able to give intense pleasure. And I was learning to like the big lug. I excused myself to fix my make-up and when I came back, Franco was lying on my bed in full horn, once again. I think he wanted to fuck me!

Normally, I would have asked him to buy me dinner first, but I guessed my time had come. I said, "Franco, Honey. I’m scared of you putting that big, hard, beautiful thing up my teeny little pussy. You could hurt me."

Franco, like any guy, swore that no such thing would happen.

I looked uncertain. "Will you wet me first?" I asked. "Down there? With your tongue?"

Franco had seen the Promised Land and he wasn’t leaving it. He agreed eagerly.

I pulled my pretty panties down and my little cliity popped free. It was half the size of Franco’s, but very hard. Franco amended the agenda a bit by pulling me astride his lying form and taking my little girlie clitty in his hot, wet mouth. Franco wasn’t experienced, but he was very enthusiastic and surprisingly loving. He sucked me deliciously and when I squealed and came in his mouth, he swallowed it all and glowed with pride.

Like me, I found out later, Franco had been an unwilling "volunteer" for palace duties and I was his first "special girl." He wasn’t gay and mine was the first penis he had ever sucked. If all that were true, maybe he wasn’t such a shmuck. Kind of cute, actually.

Anyway, I reversed myself and lowered my ass onto Franco’s eager face. I was hot for a shagging at that point and wanted to feel Franco’s tongue in my bowels. He did not disappoint. He licked me eagerly and with the skill that comes from caring. I could feel my sphincter relax. I felt all wet and gooey down there for the first time in my life. I was hard as diamonds.

No doubt about it. I was ready for a fucking.

Franco asked me to get on my back by the end of my bed. "I’ll stand. Put your calves on my shoulders. That’s how girls get fucked and you’re a beautiful girl."

He was right. I was beautiful.

Franco was so much bigger than I was. And so hard. And so horny. What if he hurt me with his big, hard thing. I was just a tiny girl. On my back and defenseless. If I screamed, would the other girls help or just think I was having fun? I began to form a cold sweat. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I opened my mouth to say so and he entered me. It was like a log. It was killing me. OHHHHHH!!!! I moaned. I thought, take it out, take it out, take it out. Ohhhhh. Put it in, take it out, put it in, take it out, put it in, take it out. That’s it. There. Ohhhhhh. So good. So fucking good. This is what I’ve been avoiding? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Oh, Franco.

I screamed with pleasure. Franco asked if I was OK. I looked at him with a frantic, sex-crazed expression and nodded. He seemed very pleased. He began to skin my clitty as he fucked me. My goodness, it was great. Better than anything. Even better than with Heather. If this was my future, lead me to it.

I winced with sexual agony/ecstasy. My clitty couldn’t take much more of the delicious friction of Franco’s skilled fingers. And my prostate was being clipped by Franco’s foreskin on every thrust. I felt Franco’s cock throb hard within me. He looked at me with a silly grin, then flooded me with a quart of his boyish cream. The dirtiness of it all got to me and I trembled and came with hard spasms and cries of pleasure. All the air left my body then returned. Franco lay on the bed, pulled me to him and kissed me for longer than I can remember.

We made love three more times that afternoon and I was changed forever.

 

Chapter Eleven – My Presence Was Requested

They all said I would be the first one asked for by King Fred and I thought they were nuts. Four days after rocking Franco’s world, and my own, Mistress Maria was all smiles. It was a wonder her face didn’t crack. But she said the King had asked that I join him for that evening and night.

Oh my. The big call. Would a star be born or would I find myself in some dungeon wearing an iron mask?

I was sort of proud that Fred picked me first. If I could call him Fred now that he was about to cover me with his rumored 6’6" body and fill me with his rumored 12-inch cock.

The other girls had survived and all liked him, so I guessed it was show time.

Mistress Maria administered my first-ever enema.

"His Majesty often enjoys the pleasure of his tongue in a clean derriere," the witch said.

It wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Kind of warm and cleansing, actually.

I was trembling a bit when I said goodbye to my very supportive sisters. Part of them was jealous and part happy they could hear about the experience before living it. Plus a twelve-incher was scary, even to those cock-hungry dollies.

Mistress Maria escorted me to the King’s secretary, who gave me the necessary cosmetics and attire for the evening. It seems I would be wearing a white, little-girl party dress with lots of petticoats, but white seamed stockings, a garter belt, tiny white cotton panties and white, two-inch platform shoes with a five-inch heel. Lolita, the porn queen.

It’s his island, I said to myself and got dressed. I was nervous, but remembered that the king was a man. And I seemed to have incredible power over men.

He didn’t keep me waiting long, the horny old goat. The secretary led me to the King’s apartments and I was introduced to him.

I suppressed a giggle as I saw that he was only about six foot one. He was in his mid-fifties and a little paunchy. He was wearing khakis, a polo shirt and boat shoes. He looked like a new grandfather.

"Hi, Molly," he said, as he shook my hand. "I’m Fred Gingerman. Pleased to meet you."

I didn’t know what to call him. He saw that and helped me. "My girls call me, Daddy. Are you OK with that?"

"Yes, Daddy." This guy was different. Very down to earth.

"Can I get you a Coke? You’ll say no, to be polite. OK, a Coke or a Pepsi, Sweetheart?"

I smiled, "A Pepsi, please, Daddy."

He went over to his refrigerator, got some ice and fixed us each a soft drink. He gave me mine and toasted me, "To the prettiest girl in Gingerfredonia."

I blushed. He probably said that to all the girls. Oh, so what? I finally liked hearing it.

"Tell me about yourself, Molly"

And I did. For over an hour. He asked a lot of excellent questions and if he was insincere, I sure didn’t see it. I began to feel very comfortable with him.

I said, "Tell me about yourself, Daddy."

He liked that a lot.

"Just your average multi-billionaire TG admirer who buys an island so he can dress up little boys and fuck their pretty bottoms."

I laughed out loud. It was so honest and direct. I liked this guy.

The King was delighted with my laugh. "You’re incredible, Molly. We’re going to get along very well. I bought this island because I have certain appetites frowned on by society. I love feminized boys in stockings and heels. That’s illegal in almost every country in the world. And I wouldn’t want to live in the few countries where it wouldn’t be. So I just kept it to myself until your Marco XII got in so deep to his bookies that he was willing to sell a place where I could do anything I wanted. I was down to my last $100 million or so when I bought him out. Can I freshen that Pepsi, Sweetie?"

"No thank you, Daddy."

"So I decided that I wasn’t the only pervert in the world who liked what I liked. I decided that I would train some pretty sissies and offer them to the right people with the right influence so that I could get things turned around in Gingerfredonia. Some very patriotic sissies gave their asses so that our country could prosper."

I felt patriotic stirrings. My ass was Gingerfredonia’s greatest natural resource!

"And everything seems to be working well," Daddy said. "I can’t really apologize for what I’ve done. Who among us wouldn’t act a bit weird if he had absolute power? Elvis used to watch little girls in white panties wrestle, eat only mashed potatoes for weeks on end and sleep in a room chilled to 40 degrees. Would you like me to make love to you now, Sweetheart?"

I did. "Yes, Daddy."

"You’re such a doll. Just stand over here in front of Daddy and pull those pretty panties down. That’s it. Oh, look at this beautiful clitty. The foreskin is so long and brown. Let me pull it back. <Gasp> Look at that perfect pink head. And those precious, pouting peelips! You’re an adorable angel!"

I glowed. And my clitty stood in salute to our king.

Daddy wanted to begin by sucking a gallon of cum out of me. He licked me passionately, handling my balls very nicely. He loved the sticky goo that I was leaking all over his lips and chin. Then he penetrated my little hole with his fingers. They were naughty little wigglers and he certainly knew his way around a pretty girl’s asshole. He sucked and licked me to a big, cummy explosion. Daddy licked up every drop and smacked his lips with delight. He was a true pervert. And a very nice one.

Daddy asked if I wouldn’t mind doing the same for him. He was so polite and I wanted to make him happy.

I got on my knees and pulled down his khakis. He was wearing white Hanes briefs, not panties, as I suspected. He was so…..mainstream.

And his cock was no twelve inches – maybe half that and still a little droopy. Well, I could fix that. I examined it carefully with my hands and rubbed the head hard with my flat palm. That stirred Daddy up. He was cut, too, like most Americans. That was OK, because it gave me direct access to his pink knob. Oooooooh, he loved when I polished it with my tongue. Daddy wiggled with delight when I punctured his pooper with my manicured fingers. I was having lots of fun and Daddy was too. Then he asked me to stop.

I was very disappointed, because I really wanted a faceful of Daddy’s hot goo. But he brought me to him and kissed me sweetly, telling me that he didn’t want to cum yet and when he did, it would be in the prettiest poopie-hole in Gingerfredonia!

Daddy was a good kisser. Very loving. I think he truly loved his "girls." All of us. He was easy to love.

Daddy sat again. I was standing on my big heels and he turned me around. I felt his thumbs separate my buttcheeks and Daddy gasped. "Your pink, little butthole is the prettiest one in the world, Molly, Dear."

Flattery like that will get you anywhere, Daddy. I giggled with delight.

Daddy tongued my little pucker with tenderness and adoration. I flinched a couple of times at the intensity of my feelings, but mostly I just pushed back for all of his talented tongue. I told Daddy my little girl was going to be naughty again and he dug harder until I shot four cummy ropes halfway across the room. Oh, Mama, that was good.

Daddy stopped licking my pucker and sat me on his naked lap. Did I mention that he inserted his cock in my butt at the same time? His six Daddified inches popped into me as if my little butt had been made for him. Then I got to see what a great kisser Daddy was. My little clitty was outrageous all over again. Daddy was bouncing me on his lap and I managed to slip my dress over my head, so that Daddy could love my budding titties. The nipples were getting really big and they were very tender. Daddy loved them as if they were the most precious things on earth. My nipples must have been connected by some cord or something to my girlie stick, because after about ten minutes of sucking, my eyes got wide, I squealed Daddy’s name really loud and I released all the girlie cream I had left in my tiny body for my Daddy.

That excited Daddy very much. He kissed my lipglossed mouth and I sucked his tongue. Then he grunted manfully and flooded me with a river of his hot seed.

I loved him so much at that moment. If only I could have had a baby. I would have wanted Daddy to be the father.

With Daddy’s goo running out of my ass, I snuggled my head against his chest and listened to his soft words of love and admiration.

Then it happened, just as Mistress Maria predicted. I felt a cascade of delicious feminine feelings ripple over me. I surrendered to them all.

I kissed Daddy and enjoyed the comfort of love and safety in his manly arms.

I knew that my next three years would be great for me. And for the men and boys I met.

 

 

 

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