A Pleaser's Tale

by Christy Lake and Misty Dawn

  

While she was still a boy named Andrew, Jerry Tanner had viciously assaulted Andrea Winslowe. A guilty conscience had prompted Jerry to avoid a confrontation with Andrew's best friend Frank. The alternate, a confrontation with a rusty chain link fence, had gelded him. For all of you who wanted to know what happened to Jerry-and thank you for asking-here is Jerry's story plus a little bit extra. Remember magic is in the air.

*****OoooO*****

Early in the month of July 1946, sixteen year-old Lady Christine Foxe turned her back on family title and tradition, along with her native England and with the aid and the support of her soon-to-be husband, ran away to the United States. Throughout the trials and tribulations of the post-war years, she and her decorated Leftenant Colonel, though he preferred to be called Lieutenant Colonel, Tanner settled into complacency. Lt. Col Jeremiah Tanner attended college on the G.I. Bill, graduated with honor, went to work and managed a long and productive marriage.

Adding to her parent's dismay and confusion, Christine Tanner did not immediately produce grandchildren as they had expected. Instead the couple waited until the fourth year of their marriage when she gave birth to a set of fraternal twins, a girl and a boy. They were named Jane and Jason. Though her parents never forgave her running off with a Colonial, they did reconcile and attended the twins christening. The grandparents made it a point to often have the twins over for the holidays and during their summer breaks.

When the twins grew to maturity, Jane went to a small women's college near Bedford Mass. She married a Bostonian and had two daughters. She named them Sheila and Prudence. Jason grew to manhood, graduated high school, got married, fathered a son, was drafted and killed in Vietnam. He left behind a pregnant wife. He never again saw the son, never held the daughter he left behind. Jason's wife, Shelly, then a mother of two and widow before twenty-one, moved to a small college town named City Bluffs. Following in her mother's footsteps, she opened The Pathway to Enlightenment, an occult store and made her living telling fortunes and "casting spells" for neighbors. Her son Robert, married, fathered two children; a boy, Jeremiah, and a girl, Cheryl. Robert then had suddenly mysteriously disappeared without trace. Shelly's grandson, following in her son's wake, was a no-good and had recently been maimed in an accident of his own making.

One of Shelly's customers, Carol Ross was also a young widow, but from a cause other than war. Carol had also borne a son of her late husband, and her son was also a ne'er-do-well. Carol had become a good friend of Shelly's daughter. Christine had married, had a son she had named Jeremiah, and a daughter named Cheryl. Both women commiserated one another their sons' behavior, but neither saw any way to change the boys' ways. Christine had followed in her mother's footsteps and was an efficient practitioner of the Secret Arts, potions and mesmerism being her specialty. She did rather well and had a fair reputation for being able to break habits with her ability. Christine was also a practicing physiotherapist of good standing within the community.

*****OoooO*****

Christine Tanner, Jerry's mother, accompanied by his sister Cheryl, and two doctors had gathered in his room just prior to his dismissal from the hospital. The doctors wanted to 'lay it on the line' to the family all at one time. Just a few short weeks ago, Jerry had been a healthy seventeen-year-old male animal enjoying his life. Then a nasty tangle with a chain link fence-he'd tried leap over it in an effort to evade the friend of a pansy he had taught to 'give head'-and had left his manhood draped over the sharp twisted wire spines protruding upwards from the top of the fence.

"Jerry," the white-coated man, who'd been introduced by Jerry's doctor of record as the surgeon who had repaired his groin, intoned carefully. "The good news is that you're healing nicely and there should be very few scars to notice."

The new eunuch had gazed at the man intently. "That's it?" he'd squeaked. "What, it goes downhill from here, huh?"

Doctor Forbes, standing next to Jerry's mother, across the bed from the surgeon, chuckled. He had known Jerry most of his life. The man shrugged and answered for the other doctor. "Yes, Jerry, pretty much so."

"Oh bull, let's have it straight, no more hedging. What's next, Doctor Slicer?"

"Well, as you know, your testicles and penis were shredded and ripped off in a manner requiring complete removal. There was barely enough material left to provide you with a proper urinary tube, Jerry."

The handsome face of the eunuch had colored with dark anger, "I know! I've been sitting to piss for weeks!"

The doctor, ignoring the boy's outburst, had continued in his best bedside manner. "Which means, of course, that you will never be able to father a child or have sex as a male."

This had made his sister, one of Jerry's first victims, and quite possibly his prime victim laugh aloud. The knowing she would never again be forced to experience his penis was delicious indeed and she savored every moment of that knowing.

"But..."

"With the damage you've suffered, your testosterone levels have fallen to zero and without the ability to produce the male hormone, you will begin to develop secondary feminine traits."

That had been just a bit over the head of the seventeen-year-year old. Jerry had asked, "Like what?" Heart thumping heavily the eunuch had had a sudden idea as to where this doctor was heading. Jerry didn't like it, didn't like the idea one damned bit.

"Well, your breasts will begin to get a larger, you'll develop a narrow waist, your hips'll widen, you'll develop smooth hairless skin, experience a lack of beard growth, and your voice will never deepen and very likely will rise in pitch"

Once again his sister had begun to laugh, now at the irony of it.

"Cheryl! This is not funny!" Mrs. Tanner had chided her daughter from the other side of the room, though in reality she too was pleased to see the cocky male had been reduced to something akin to what he had always used, and abused, and rebuked. Her son had always treated girls as playthings for his personal amusements and women as personal servants.

"Oh, but Mom, it is! Don't you see it? It's the reason behind Jerry losing his prick and balls!" Although her use of such language drew a dark look from her mother, Cheryl continued, "He wanted to abuse that boy in my class," she looked at the doctor, certain he would have heard of the case. "You know, Andrew Winslowe, because he is becoming a girl. My macho big brother here just couldn't believe a boy could become a girl. Well, brother dear, now it's gonna happen to you! The only difference between you and Andrew is that Andrew is losing his because of some strange malady no one can find a cure for! I wonder who's gonna teach you to suck cock? James? Larry? Maybe Donald?"

"Cheryl!" Christine Tanner had snapped sharply, glancing apologetically at the two doctors. "That will be enough of that sort of language!"

"Now, because of that beating, that attack on that faggot Andrew, I am going to develop like a girl!" Damn, did I say that? "And have to live like one the rest of my life!"

Laughing ruthlessly, Cheryl had then sniggered, "Now, when you say 'Boy's will be girls,' it will have a different meaning, huh, brother mine?"

The doctor didn't understand, but that was fine. He didn't need to.

"I can prescribe some medication to replace your body's natural testosterone. 5mg a day should do it."

"Will that make me a boy again?"

"No! The best you could hope for is a less pronounced feminine body, perhaps a bit more muscle definition, maybe a few whiskers later on, but I doubt you will ever look much like Sly. Maybe Chris Everett, but never a Sylvester Stallone."

"And be a freak the rest of my life, doctor?"

"No, you will be as loved as ever, Jeremiah Tanner." He'd looked right at his mom, saw all the things there he'd never wanted to see before, then shuddered violently. Somehow he'd known, deep down, that having a hairless body, wider hips and boobs would make it easier for her to make him do, as she wanted throughout the rest of his life. Jerry knew, first-hand, the powers of this woman, and with her there to protect him, he'd never have anything to fear facing the rest of life as a woman. Still it had pained him to hear her say, "No, doctor, we will let the little changes come."

It had then been his turn to laugh, if a bit mirthlessly.

"The changes might be more than a little, you understand that don't you, Mrs. Tanner?"

"We will deal with what comes as it comes, Doctor."

Looking at his mother, then the doctor, he had asked, "May I go home now, Doctor Forbes?"

*****OoooO*****

After being released from the hospital, Jerry had returned to school and had tried to carry on as if nothing was any different. Though it was his junior year, he had few friends. None of those few were in the Teasers, a group of cool toughs headed up by three boys, two of them a year older than Jerry. James McFarland was a real troublemaker and the biggest of them. Larry was his regular pal and Donald just sort of hung around with them. This was the group Jerry had always aspired to be one of. But, since his accident, he dared not try to get friendly with them; one of the reasons being they all knew Frank fairly well and he was certain Frank had told them of what had happened. Still, he held a quiet hope they would somehow come to accept him as one of the Teasers.

The first time Jerry looked in his drawer, the morning after his release from hospital, and found several pair of girl's panties in there, he had nearly blown his cool. But they were simple briefs, no lace or anything, and plain white cotton. In truth they were not too different from his boy's jockey shorts. They just did not have an opening or pocket. For those he needed a symbol of masculinity, which he no longer sported. Something deep within him clicked and rather than anger, curiosity rose up and encouraged him to simply ask the reason for them to be there in place of his jockeys.

When questioned, his mom had told him to ask Cheryl. His sister had told him that since it was obvious he no longer needed ball room and because she could buy six pair of the cotton panties for the same price paid for three pair of cotton jockeys, she had opted to buy the girl's panties. They were the best she could find; the best money could buy. . She also explained that the major medical costs of his accident were covered by Mom's insurance, but the prescriptions and other charges had really ruined their budget. Cheryl was trying to stretch the small amount of money available to the maximum for him. Thus explained, though it galled him to admit it, he realized the logic behind her purchase and told her he really did not mind. Anyway, he rationalised, they'll be under my clothes and nobody will be able to tell.

When he'd tried a pair on, he'd discovered they were actually more comfortable than his boy's under shorts. Within a month of leaving the hospital all of Jerry's boy's briefs had disappeared to be replaced by girl's panties. He thought he should complain when several pairs of girly colours, like pink or pastel green, appeared, but then on second thought he shrugged it off as not being worth making a fuss over. And when he did not react, others, which had lace trims around the legs, began showing up in his drawers. For reasons he never understood he never objected, just made sure that on the days he had gym at school, he wore the plain panties.

One day, after being really hassled at gym, he came home with a black eye. His mother got him excused from future gym classes. After that it no longer mattered at all which panties he wore.

Jerry didn't suspect anything until he caught her pouring a strange white powder into the orange juice that she served with their breakfast. When asked about it, she promptly told him it was just sugar substitute, and he'd had to believe her when he saw her drinking juice from the same pitcher she served him from. Or maybe it was the day she had remarked, "You know, you really should become a girl, Jerry."

"Oh? Why's that, sis?"

"Well, first of all, girls don't get into fights!" She indicated the new black eye he was sporting, the result of a clash yesterday with a boy in the hall who had called him a freak.

"And they keep their rooms tidy and help their mother around the house," his mother added as she entered the kitchen. "You will need to come by the shop after school, Jerry. Mother needs your help with some new shelving in the back room."

"Aw Mom!"

"No arguments. Just be there."

"Yes ma'am!" He dared not do as she asked. His grandmother was said to be a witch, and he had never dared her wrath to find out. He figured it was best to stay on her good side, just in case. Besides, since he had not been able to hang out with the guys, helping Grams in the store, even if it was just sweeping, moping and putting stuff on the shelves was a lot more interesting than staying at home. Mom and Grams, in the store, seemed to be different people. Somehow they were powerful and important. Outside the store, they were just Grams and Mom.

For the past few weeks he'd suspected his sister was up to something, he just couldn't figure out exactly what it was. Cheryl puttering around the kitchen while chatting incessantly of fashions and sales and other girly things was enough to make him wonder. Doing so with a sort of secret smile on her face while serving him great breakfast every morning was downright suspicious. When nothing untoward came about, he quit being suspicious of her every action and he began to actually talk with her about these things.

Noticing that his friends were developing, hearing their voices breaking, seeing the hair growing on their legs and upper lips, while he was and always would be the same, Jerry grew morose and despondent. The other kids in his class began to shun him and he heard "Weirdo," and "Strange-O-Change-O," and "Freak," and even "Sissy," among several other names, including "Barbie Doll". It was used to describe him often in the boy's locker room. Of all the names he heard, "Miz Tanner," hurt his male pride the most. To top it off, Jerry then began to notice he was changing. Slowly he seemed to become accustomed to the subtle hints and suggestions his mother and Cheryl continued to make about his taking the doctor's advice. At night he had disturbing dreams; always of him as a girl, doing and taking pleasure in things girls enjoy.

The change Jerry noticed first was that his hair was growing out faster, and thicker, much more abundant, and much softer than ever before. After nagging him to keep his hair short for years-he had always worm his hair long, like Aerosmith, the rock star he idolized-mom now seemed never to worry. She just told him that if he was going to wear his hair long, he was just going to have to learn how to take better care of it. Then she bought him all the proper hair-care products and taught him how to use them. This strange turn of event pleased Jerry. Never had his mom seemed to care much for him until it became obvious he was becoming more and more girlish.

More items of girl's clothing appeared in his closet and drawers; a pair of androgynous white canvas trainers, white ankle sox, even a pair of expensive Jordache blue jeans that seemed to fit better than any jeans he'd ever worn. But like his panties, there was nothing overtly feminine about them. They were so similar to boy's clothes that he wore them without argument. In fact he rather liked the fact both his mom and sister, even grams, was taking an interest in him and in what he wore and were buying him things without his asking. It was also nice hearing them say how nice he looked. More jeans followed, these with colorful stitching on the hip pockets. They seemed tailored to fit his hips better.

One morning, it was almost like it happened overnight, Jerry noticed he was developing breasts. Again, though it concerned him, realizing it was happening just as the doctor had warned, he'd one bad night, and then resolutely accepted his fate. He recorded his noticing them in his daily log and somehow wasn't really worried. The next day Cheryl took him shopping and they bought him new looser fitting shirts for school. Out of school he wore baggy t-shirts and no one seemed to notice anything different about him.

Many of his peers had noticed though, noticed his waist was thinning, noticed his butt was more rounded, noticed his hair was shoulder length and showed rippling high lights and noticed he was looking more and more like a hermaphrodite, sort of in-between - not a boy or a girl, but a freak. At school they were being unkind, taunting and calling him "Miz Tanner"-even some of the teachers had picked up on that one, even using it to address him in class. Jerry became silent, withdrawn and miserable. Finally admitting to himself it was true, that he had been afraid to face up to the rape of Andrea, afraid of Frank's righteous beating him, he convinced himself, he alone was responsible. If he hadn't raped that twit Andrea, none of this would have happened! By the end of March, he no longer wondered why he had ever thought of Andrew as a boy. She'd always been a girl and he'd just made her do what girls are supposed to do for men.

*****OoooO*****

"Happy Valentine's Day, Jerry," Dr. Grant, a nice looking middle-aged man in a dark suit said, entering the examination room. The man seemed really warm and congenial, inviting Jerry into his inner office. He did do a small double take when he saw Jerry, but it was hardly a hiccup as he told him to be seated. Without realizing it, the boy took the offered seat in an almost girlish fashion. The way he was dressed and in shoes, brown loafers, his sister had gotten for him to wear, while not blatantly feminine, did not, on the other hand, loudly proclaim his masculinity. It had been three months since he'd left his manhood dangling obscenely atop a fence. It was the first time in a month the doctor had seen him and there had been some drastic changes.

"Yeah, right," Jerry snorted, trying to maintain the final shreds of his rapidly diminishing masculinity. Even so, some thing, unaccountably, made him feel good about being greeted with this girlish greeting.

"Well Jerry, let's have a quick look at you. Take off your shirt and tee, please. I need to see how you are doing." Peering closely, the doctor noted the boy's skin was very soft and smooth, the pores as fine as any he had ever seen. "I need to measure you, Jerry. Now I need to take an accurate measurement of your hips, so drop your jeans but needn't bother with removing your under pants." The doctor noted in the chart that the boy was wearing a heavy white cotton panty, but added they were as close to a masculine cut as could be found. "I am curious to know what else is happening here. Your hips seem to be growing. We'll check that... and again to be sure in another three months."

"Okay, Doctor." Jerry did as he was instructed and in a moment was standing before the doctor naked to the white briefs his sister had purchased. He hated them, but he no longer needed a the "ball" room, and, he had to admit, they were more comfortable than his old underwear, which tended to bunch up and rub the tender flesh of his smooth groin raw within an hour or so.

"Well, it has been three months." The Doctor noted the measurement in the boy's chart. "How are you feeling?" The doctor didn't like what he saw. It was obvious this boy was not taking his meds. His waist was also becoming narrow and there was activity in and around the area of her ...ummm... his breasts.

"Great. I had a little dizziness at first, but it only lasted a few days." Jerry didn't want to admit that Cheryl had started to crush his pills and mix them with his morning orange juice because he had not been taking that big 'horse pill' as regular as he knew he should. Somehow he felt it important to tell the doctor about the dizzy spells.

"Well Jerry, it seems that you've gained fourteen centimeters in your bust and twenty in your hips... huummm and lost ten in your waist. Good progress for such a short time... But, I thought you wanted to remain masculine appearing. You are becoming very feminine in appearance.

"Don't I know that? Heck, Doc, I've had to start wearing girl's jeans and I try to wear bulky sweaters, sweat shirts and otherwise baggy tops but I AM having to wearing a bra all the time now, even though it's a sports bra, when I'm at school." Jerry hated to say that, but he could not deny the obvious. Jerry was unable to hold back a shiver, or to prevent his budding nipples from reacting to the doctor's gentle touch. His were reacting just the way his sister's always had. To his shame, he had found he enjoyed having his nipples fondled.

"Are you encountering any problems with the kids?" the doctor asked softly and examined closely the boy's swollen pectorals and noted into the charts the musculature was disintegrating and becoming the fatty tissue associated with female breasts. He noted into the chart a couple of light bruises, which looked suspiciously like imprints of fingers.

"Not really." Jerry hoped the doctor wouldn't hear the lie in his words. He was going through a bad time, what with all the whistles and catcalls and downright pornographic come-ons, invitations, and a few pokes, jabs, and slaps. And he was getting "felt up" more and more often. "Mostly other boys making fun of me in the showers after gym."

"What did the gym teacher say?"

"He really didn't get a chance. I was beat up and Mom wrote a note to the principal. Now I'm not taking gym anymore." Jerry didn't want to tell the doctor he didn't mind this because he was beginning to see guys in a different perspective.

"What did she say to him?"

"I don't know. She wouldn't tell me."

"About, your Medications, I am going to change them. I think that these new meds willd o the trick, but there will probably be quite a bit of discomfort, you will probably have extreme sensitivity of the breasts at times, and as systems adjust you will probably develop a few sessions of severe cramps. If a soaking bath and a night's rest do not relieve them, call my secretary and she will have a medication that you can take for two days."

*****OoooO*****

Deliberately, and with malice aforethought, Cheryl began turning her older brother into a girl. Accident had turned him from a rough, tough, street-wise, domineering boy into a neutered freak afraid of his own shadow. Even before he'd been released from the hospital in November-she'd had to sit in on that Family Crisis Conference with the doctor who had attended Jerry's wounds-while listening to him explain what her errant brother could expect-prompted by a seething anger at what he'd done to her, to her friends, as well as Andrea Winslowe-she'd begun planning this. With revenge motivating her, as well as just plain old feminine curiosity, just a few hours research on the Internet had taught the teen how to accomplish this 'just' the right punishment of her asshole brother.

Glancing at the calendar, the self-appointed judge, jury, and executioner saw it was March 22; it had been five months to the day that she had instigated the insidious plan to change the eunuch into a girl. Soon, she told her so impatient self silently, and continued crushing this morning's dose of birth control pills into a fine powder to mix with 'her' orange juice, she will be in pretty frocks and high heels. Wanting to remain as masculine as possible without manly and danglers, believing he was taking testosterone, he'd continued to take the meds doled out by Cheryl every morning with no fuss.

Though she hated the idea of doing some of the things the Teasers had demanded of her, having them help her with the next step of turning Jerry into a girl was essential and would be well worth it. James, the current head of the Teasers, had explained that if she put out nicely for the Teasers as a Pleaser, they would initiate that Ass of a Brother of hers into the Pleasers, post a forged medical record in the school files saying that he was starting a Real Life Test as a female, and they provised to get Jeri a job as a girl at one of the local strip clubs.

*****OoooO*****

"Hey Jerry," James Corey, the self-appointed leader of the Teasers and Pleasers addressed him in the cafeteria one day not long after his three month check up by Doctor Grant. "D'ya wanna go wit' us later?" Larry and Donald stood behind and to his left and right as always. All three eyed him with a curious glint in their eyes.

It seemed they were looking right through the baggy "Aerosmith" sweatshirt and could see the simple white Playtex Sport bra he wore to contain his budding breasts. He had discovered wearing the bra kept the sweatshirts he wore from rubbing against the increasingly sensitive nipples capping his ever-enlarging breasts. The last bra Cheryl had bought his was an "A" cup and she said the next she bought would have to be a "B" cup. To his dismay, Jerry felt the blood rising in his neck and knew he was blushing... like a girl!

Jerry was a bit surprised by as well as pleased, yet just as suspicious of the invitation, but the desire to be part of this group, of any group, overwhelmed his good sense and he answered, "Yeah, sure." A part of him demanded caution, but he over rode that feminine cautionary warning. Dammit, I'm a guy! They wouldn't...he couldn't bring himself to finish such a ridiculous thought.

"Ok, meet us in the auditorium, on the stage, after school," he said and popped/patted Jerry playfully on one firm and round buttock cheek firmly filling out the Jordache jeans he now wore every day because they fit so much better than boy's jeans did. "Oh, NICE, Jerry. That is ONE fine ass..."

To his utter abashment, Jerry scuttled away from the touch of the boy just as many girls had done when he had done just what James had just done to him. Face aflame, he rushed away to his next class, wondering why he had reacted the way he had. The rest of the day was uneventful and he almost forgot to go except that just before last period Donald passed him in the hallway and said in a friendly way that he'd see him later in the auditorium.

At 3:08 PM Jerry was in the auditorium standing around near the front of the stage when Larry called out to him from up on stage. "Hey Jerry, up here. Hurry it up! James is up here and Donald waiting for us in the storage room."

Jerry scurried to the far end of the stage and climbed the stairs there, then catching girlish action, attempted a slow sauntered across the stage to where two of the boys stood waiting for him. James said, "Follow us," and began leading the way backstage. By meandering around props and narrow halls, thoroughly disorientating Jerry, they finally came to the wardrobe-makeup room in back of the stage. Another hall led away to a darkened storeroom. The wardrobe area had some furniture, makeup tables and racks of costumes. Some of the furniture had been arranged into a living room setting, couch, chair and coffee table, in the center of the spacious area.

"Should we be back here?" Jerry asked, more than just a little nervous, that "other" side of him again advising caution. For reasons he could not fathom, he was becoming agitated in the company of these large and very male boys.

"Aw, don't worry," Larry, said, "no one except Teasers and Pleasers ever comes back here." Jerry jumped like he had been shot when Larry's large hand suddenly cupped and squeezed one round denim-encased buttock the way football players do.

Moving quickly away, Jerry felt blood rising in a furious blush and he was shamed by the way his nipples popped and his abdomen tightened and bowels clenched. Impossibly, he found he was acting just like a girl would if she found herself in such a situation. Even though he feared the consequences of his agreeing to this "meeting" Jerry discovered this sort of male attention somehow pleasing him. But, Dammit, they don't want me here as a boy!

"Will you just relax, Jerry? It's kewl," declared James. "We really do want you to enjoy this."

"Ah, she'll relax as soon as you bring out th' booze. Jerry wants to be a member, don't you, Jerry?"

"Booze?" Jerry asked, his voice perking up a bit, his ears missing the gender call. "Yes, I want to belong." And he did. He had been ignored and exorcized from his peer group long enough to be desperate for acceptance, and any such acceptance, it seemed, would be better than none.

"Yeah, we jus' wanna have a drink wit' ya, an' git ta know our newest member a little better," James agreed, and went to a counter that resembled a bar. Going behind and reaching under it, he drew forth and with a small flourish, sat a bottle of bourbon next to a stack of plastic tumblers on top. Then, grinning broadly, he filled four of the small tumblers about three quarters full and then handed one to each of the other two and took one himself, then toasted, Jerry, "To the newest member of the 'Pleasers'!"

"Well, maybe . . .." Jerry was well aware of what the Pleasers were to the Teasers. Very quickly, hoping the boy was teasing him, Jerry decided to go alng with the joke. "One drink, but I will have to think about bein' a Pleaser. I am still a guy on the inside, you know..." Even as he said it, he could feel his "manly" resolve slipping away.

"Hear! Hear!" replied the other boy as Jerry actually turned red from the neck up. When the others simply turned their glasses up and drained the contents in a single go, Jerry felt compelled to follow suit. Though it was a tough go, Jerry managed to empty the tumbler without choking on the fiery liquid, though it did cause his eyes to water. But, he wondered why they were toasting him as a member of the "Pleasers?" He hadn't agreed...yet.

They sat around on the couch and chair for a while talking about girls. Jerry began to feel warm and fuzzy and when Larry asked him if he had ever jacked off, even though he hadn't-he had always found a girl more or less willing to satisfy his needs when he had gotten the urge--and now no longer could, he said he had. He saw Larry smile and then James began talking about how frustrating it was being a boy with all the girls in school being just plain prick teasers and how they enjoyed having recruited some of the best looking girls to be prick pleasers rather than prick teasers.

"What's missing at our little party here, Jerry?" Larry continued.

Jerry stuttered, and slurred, but managed finally to say, "G-g-guurrrls!" He could hardly focus his eyes.

"Not for long, Jerry," chuckled James, glancing shrewdly at the other boy. "I think she's about ready, Larry."

Though Jerry couldn't see Larry, he heard him chuckle from somewhere behind him and giggled. "James, did you just call me a "she"?"

"That's just cuz yo shore do look and act a lot more like a she than a he, Jerry."

"Now, Jerry, it is time for you to be initiated," James told him quietly. "You do want to be one of the Pleasers, don't you, Jerry?"

"Yep," Jerry replied blearily. The booze and the nearness of all these males were really getting to him. Nothing made sense. And he could not fathom the images running through his mind, the impossible sexual urges racing through his awakening-to-femaleness body. "But that is only on the outside, and caused by those meds the doctor gave me not working. Inside I am still a guy, just like you all." He tried to ignore the comment about "initiation" James had just made, hoping that in his not responding they would let it drop.

But dropping it was not on the boy's agenda. James and Donald were sitting one on either side of Jerry on the sofa and James had moved to stand behind them. Towering over Jerry, he casually told him, "Jerry, I want you to turn your head and look behind you."

Jerry, in his fuzzy state of mind, didn't think, all he knew was that James had told him to do something. For some reason, he felt compelled to do as he was told. He didn't want to refuse, to possibly make these guys angry, so he opened his mouth.

Larry was standing there in back of the sofa. He was masturbating and came right up close to Jerry's face. Jerry looked up and saw Larry looking back at him. Larry told him to, "Check this out, girl!"

Jerry found he couldn't turn away, couldn't refuse.

Suddenly Larry's pride bucked in his hand and shot a huge wad of sperm all over Jerry's face and some of it even found it's way into the back of his mouth. Before Jerry could form a protest, his face was caught and held between James' large hands and pivoted upwards so he had to look James in the eyes. In shock Jerry swallowed.

"Like Cheryl tol' us... She's more girl than boy!" said Donald.

"That's a good girl, Jerry," James said coming around the end of the couch and motioning Donald to get up, sitting down right next to Jerry so that Jerry remained in the middle between Larry and James. "Now you just sit here and be quiet, and enjoy."

Jerry was about to say something when he felt that "other" side of him rise up and warn him, You'd better not talk back or they'll beat the shit out of you, and then do as they are going to do anyway.

These thoughts, utterly feminine logic, as much as the knowing he has swallowed the male seed, and that he discovered it not at all an unpleasant taste, had sobered him some and Jerry's face, both cheeks, was bright red, from embarrassment as he sat there staring into James' compelling eyes. Unable to hold it back, Jerry started crying. "Why? Why're you doing this? I know! Frank put you up to this, didn't he?"

"Hahaha," James laughed heartily. "Wait 'til I tell Frank you've such a low an opinion of him! No, Frank had nothing to do with this. Your sister is one of the Teaser's Pleasers, and she set this up. She wants her "sister" to be a please, too, Jerry!"

"M-m-y...my si-sis-sister?" Jerry couldn't believe Cheryl would do this. "She hates you guys."

There was the sound of footsteps in the hallway coming toward the prop room.

"That'll be Cheryl, I bet," chuckled Larry.

Jerry could only sit there blushing furiously, wiping the tears and sperm from his cheeks with his sleeve.

"Bring that bag you said you'd make up for her, Cheryl?" James asked without looking toward the door.

In just a few seconds a girl appeared with an overnight bag and handed it to James. Donald grinned. "And that's not all I brought."

The girl stood there beside Donald.

"Cheryl?" Jerry looked at his sister in disbelief. His blush returned, deeper. It was obvious she knew what was happening. Watching in horror as she reached inside the bag and started putting things on the low coffee table in front of them, Jerry felt he was not going to enjoy what was about to happen.

"Hey, Sis," she smiled at her brother. "Girl, you are really going to enjoy being one of the 'Pleasers' I bet. More'n I do, I bet."

"Why, Cheryl? Why are you doing this?"

"Like I said a long time ago, bro," she laughed at the irony of that. "Andrea is my friend, and you took advantage her when she needed a friend. Now, brother dear, you are in the same boat. I want you to know what it is like to be a girl and to be taken advantage of. But don't worry, I will be right here with you and I will be your friend and helper." Cheryl wondered why she was referring to Andrea as a boy.. Andrea had always been a girl, hadn't she?

"Same boat?"

"Yes. Andrea lost her manly due to illness, but you lost yours to stupidity," she snorted. "You were ashamed of what you had done and like a coward, you ran from Frank. But the person you though was Frank? That wasn't, it was just some college dude named David. When you tried to jump on the fence and screamed when you fell on it instead, he came down the alley to help. But he couldn't get to you because the fence blocked him. But the person that saved your life when you left your cock and balls dangling there on the fence came from the other end of the alley. The end you were running toward! That person WAS Frank and you would have run right to him! Frank applied compression and controlled the bleeding. David ran back to the bookstore and called 911 and got help for you!" Cheryl watched his face turn a few shades of grey and sighed. "Guess it doesn't really matter how either of you lost it. What matters is that you are no longer a man, so my friends and I are going to teach you to be a girl."

"Now, that you have been initiated..."James interrupted, took Jerry's hand and directed it to the semi-rigid staff of flesh still jutting forth obscenely from his open fly. " Put your hand on my cock while I tell you what is going to be happening from now on," then added when Jerry tried to draw his hand back, "or else." James, much stronger than Jerry forced his hand back and looked threateningly at him.

Before he fully realized it, prompted by weird, but increasingly demanding desires, his fingers curled around the thick staff and he was feeling another male's cock for the first time. Incredibly, the touch sent shivery thrill racing from the tips of his finger to the lower regions of his guts. It was a pleasant sensation and Jerry could not deny he liked it.

Cheryl snorted, "Go fer't, sister dear! That's the only way you're ever gonna hold a cock in your hand from now on and you know it."

"Please, James..." the boy began to sob, as James' hardon throbbed warmly beneath fingers and thumb, which now firmly encircled it. His hand, seeming of its own volition, moved on the shaft and Cheryl, watching, mocking and taunted her brother about it.

"Oh my God! You wimp! Stroke it like you mean it!" These words were the same he had often growled at her and were suddenly coming back to haunt him. "Jerry, how many times did you tell me jacking off a guy's cock was something all girls should have to learn to do?"

"Look't th' sissy! Bawling like a girl!" Donald laughed.

"NO! I will not have you boys calling my sister a Sissy! Jerry is not some fag acting like a girl. Jerry is a girl! And damn all of you to hell if you ever forget that again!" The girl faced the three males with fiery eyes full of wild determination. Jerry might be a lot of terrible things, but he was no SISSY! Then as suddenly, she turned on Jerry! "And Jerry, since you don't have a cock or balls, you are no longer a man..." his sister almost taunted again. " That means you are just gonna have to learn to be a girl. Especially now that you are growin' boobs."

Jerry was suddenly very embarrassed that his hand on James' crotch continued stroking and feeling the thick male member, plus the fact was that he had said that about girls doing this sort of thing, made this embarrassment even more acute. Most shocking was that no one guided his hand or held it in place; he was slowly manipulating the manly all on his own! And it was thrilling him in ways he had never thought possible. Jacking the sturdy flesh was actually turning him on, actually propelling him toward something akin to what he remembered as a male climax, only this seemed much stronger!

Noticing this, Cheryl laughed mirthlessly. "And getting your boobs to grow was so easy! Jeri, I traded your testosterone pills for sugar pills." She felt like she couldn't tell him that she had managed to get substitute estrogen pills and testosterone blockers that she had used. Then moving to take a stance before her 'sister', she cupped his chin in her palm and looked critically at his features. "Really, Jeri, you just have to start taking better care of your skin and you really do need to begin using makeup. The 'Teasers" like their "Pleasers" to look good wherever they go, you know."

"You will begin using makeup and taking care of your skin, won't you, Jeri," James suggested positively, again with a threatening look. As he moved his cock rubbed in Jerry's palm. He wanted to pull it back but the need in his groin and a sudden desire to please the Alpha Male kept him paralyzed. "Do your thing, Cheryl. Let's see what Jeri looks like." Jerry felt acute disappointment when James removed his hand and tucked his newfound plaything away.

The girl nodded vigorously, first setting out some sort of makeup kit. Jerry groaned when Cheryl opened it. It contained everything a girl needed to look good, several different shades of foundation, mascara, and eyeliners, different lengths of fake nails, nail polish, several shades of lipstick, and assorted perfume.

"From now on, Jeri, you'll keep your fingernails long and your toenails painted all the time," James instructed looking firmly at Jeri and pinching his noticeable breast.

"Whattt? No wa..."

"No! Don't talk back, just listen."

Jerry began to protest, but was cut off in mid-word as James shot him a threatening look which instantly subdued him. So he started to cry again instead.

"Now stop that blubbering, pay close attention to what Cheryl tells you. From now on, Jeri, she is your teacher." James continued, and then watched as Cheryl worked her magic and transformed her brother into her sister. "She is going to teach you to be a girl as well as a 'Pleaser'!"

"I'm sorry, James, that's the best I can do until she stops bawling," sighed Cheryl finally. "Let's get her dressed in the clothing I brought. Maybe she will have quit crying by then."

Then she shook out a very short, crisp pleated skirt with a Scottish plaid and laid it flat on the table for all to see. It looked very much like the one the girls in the private school over on Beacon Hill Street wore. The matching blouse and blazer were next. A tie, watch, bracelet and anklet appeared. A tiny cami-slip with matching panties and bra came out of the bag next. A pair of inch-high-heeled loafers and white anklets with lace-edged, turndown cuffs completed the girlish ensemble.

"Well, Jeri. Oh yeah, from now on it is J-E-R-I... Jeri." James took a hand full of his longish brown hair and forced his head around until Jeri was looking him in the eyes. "Do you understand me, JERI?" He patted her cheek sharply again to be certain he had her attention. "There are your clothes. Why don't you get dressed now? We have some more things for you learn and Cheryl will teach you to do them before we leave here today."

"Come on, sis, I'll help you dress."

Less than ten minutes later, face redder than a fire engine, Jeri was standing there in front of three horny guys and his sister dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl. It was only then he realized Larry had been taking pictures with Polaroid and digital cameras while Donald was recording his complete transformation with a camcorder.

Larry took more pictures of Jeri, posed like a pin-up girl, standing on her toes, with a surprised look on her face while her panties were tangled about her ankles, and then turning her body with one hand on her hip, the other cupped behind her head red lips in a pout, and others, all girlie poses made to look as if she were enjoying it and cooperating completely. To his undying shame and consternation, towards the end of the photo session, due to the unending flow of complimentary words and phrases from his sister as well as all three boys, Jerry was cooperating, and enjoying all the attention he was receiving.

The worst of it was that is was his sister who explained in graphic detail how he would be expected to serve the needs of the 'Teasers' and while teaching him by showing him, also told him that there would be times when the guys would not be around, that this happened a few others would employ his services as a 'Pleaser'. She also explained that since she was not fully a girl, he would have to wear thong panties all the time when not in school to display what he had available. She put a ring on Jerry's third finger, left hand, to show everyone that he was a member of the Pleasers, and explained the "Teasers" all had rings, which matched the one she gave to him, then James told him they had given such rings to several of the "important" men of the 'hood. If a man wearing a ring like his told him to do something, he was to do it, treating him just as any "Pleaser" treated a member of the "Teasers."

Just as James said, there was a lot to do and before they left the storage room, side-by-side sisters in service, Cheryl and Jeri spent a pleasant evening serving the needs of all three boys. When they finished with the two girls there in the costume storage room, the boys took the girls to the local video-soda shop in Beacon Street Mall, the unofficial "clubhouse" of the "Teasers" and the hangout of the local high school crowd, where Jerry was congratulated by the other "Pleasers" and welcomed amongst them as an equal.

*****OoooO*****

In addition to the job, he go this wish and became popular-he found many of the girls-some former victims-seemed quite eager to help him. He also, when the owner of the local strip club, where James had gotten him hired as a sort of Jack-of-all-dirty-jobs, again discovered he was "more girl than boy" when he was soon promoted to dancer. Because the clientele was largely lesbian, his female stripper routine was soon a very popular "unposted headliner" introduced as the "perfect answer to the male problem." Even though he was underage, he was shortly being requested to do private parties where he was paid extremely well to suffer their small abuses and vocal humiliations while performing lesbian sexual acts.

From there it was just a small step, given the strong emotional and financial encouragement of the club owner and the club manager both, to prostituting his abilities.

*****OoooO*****

Walking into the lobby of the Midtown Hotel, Jeri Tanner drew some strange looks. But who wouldn't look? Wearing a too-short, too-innocent schoolgirl's uniform, he looked like a hot-assed teenaged girl on the prowl. Since Cheryl had been teaching him to use makeup properly and to coordinate clothes, he was passable as a girl anywhere in town. Without hesitation, he entered the girl's restroom just off the lobby to give his 'presentation' a final look over. He stared at the reflection that looked back at him and was suddenly on the verge of tears! No! No more tears! You brought this all on you own self! You deserve this! Beside, look at the money you're making now!

That he had thought he had been taking his testosterone, and getting boosters ever since he had run into that alley and tried jumping that damned fence, his sister and the "Pleasers" had been turning him into a girl. That he had never resisted just further proved to him that he should be a girl. Thus, fully aware of what he was doing, Jerry had decided to use this changing to his advantage. The money he was making as a show girl was great and he regularly enjoyed the company of The Pleasers, some of the finest looking girls in school.

Though selling his services had been dangerous, it was easy and he got paid very well. I just wish I could get control of my emotions and quit crying so much! This was his greatest concern. No! No more crying, you have a job to do...just check your makeup and get on with it! The party tonight was probably going to be a bit more special than any "special" before.

He wore a pair of black patent leather shoes made to look like Mary Jane shoes a child might wear to school, but these, with the four-inch high spike heels, were designed to entice the observer's sexual imagination. He hated them, but he had to admit, reluctantly, they definitely enhanced the curves of his too-shapely legs! But it was the white over the knee socks that came up to just under the hem of the red, white, green and blue plaid pleated skirt, which just barely covered white cotton panties that was the big turn on. A matching plaid vest covered a crisp white blouse and black tie. Shoulder-length hair was in tight pigtails, which even added to her {his} act of innocence. The matching plaid beret capped the outfit and completed its symbolic innocence.

In truth, Jeri found this outfit of innocence quite amusing. The main reason was that he was anything but innocent. He was now rapidly becoming one of the highest paid "dancers" at the club, and was often "requested" by his boss to perform "special assignments" that usually took place off premises, when a lesbian friend of the boss wanted to amuse her self and/or a few insatiable, horny friends. These "specials" normally consisted only of the vocal humiliation and light bondage, and sometimes, mild punishment. In the back of his mind, though he was not prepared to admit it, he knew he was dressed in much the same way as was that girl, Andrea, the bitch that had caused him to be on this path, had been dressed the day he had taught her to 'give head'.

Striving for atonement, though he would not admit this was the reason to his inner self, he would do whatever he was told for these special friends. Even though he did these degrading things mostly for the money, which was quite good, there was a dark region of his rapidly changing mindset that could not ignore a self-redemption aspect. The irony of it all was that now he could 'give head' probably ten times better than that bitch he had taught! He added one last touch to the look, a dark crimson cupid's bow, starkly emphasizing lush, lovable lips. This he did because he never knew what type of person the clients were. Just in case they wanted a simpering, lipstick sissy, he would be ready.

Stepping into the elevator, he pushed the button for the fifth floor. Getting off, he easily found the room and pressed the doorbell. Almost immediately the door opened and a man stood there! He was smiling at him. The man had a well-built, deeply tanned body, which was complemented by black hair in a military cut.

"Hi, my name is Jeri," he introduced warily. Sudden tremors of apprehension rippled up and down his back, and Jeri suddenly knew he was feeling the same as a girl might feel.

The man's immediate response was "Wow!" then he stuck his hand out, took his and said, "Hi, my name is Ryan. Do come in"

When he stepped into the room, he saw another man, much younger, standing near the window with his shirt off. He too, was well built, with rippling muscle running across his chest. He casually introduced his self. "Hi, I'm Jeff." He had long blonde hair and dark, mysterious eyes. Where Ryan was tall, dark and handsome, Jeff was short, slender and fair, with an almost feminine build.

He was certain he was to be used sexually and that there was little he could do to prevent it. This was a strictly feminine reaction. A man would never do this sort of thing! Only girls and pansies designed to perform sexually for pay! He looked at Ryan and knew utter hopelessness for the first time in his life. Then, suddenly, as if someone else was saying it, he heard, "Please, do be patient. This is my first time," whining from his mouth.

"Come on, Jeri," laughed Ryan in a slightly threatening tone. "Ask yourself if you would rather leave here and go back to face your boss empty-handed and with our negative report, or leave here a bit tired, but wealthy and with our positively glowing report?"

While Ryan spoke, Jeff moved up behind the eunuch and in a fan, held five bills with large denominations in front of his eyes. "And five more just like these when you leave in the morning."

There was romantic music playing in the background; Jerry used this to his advantage and turned to Jeff and dragged in into an impromptu waltz. Hell, it's not as if I've never tasted cum before... he sighed silently remembering the aftermath of his becoming a "Pleaser".

When the music ended and he and Ryan broke apart, he "dropped" the purse he was still carrying and with a surprised pout on his heavily painted lips, bent from the waist to pick it up. This gave both men a good look at the childlike, white cotton panty he was wearing and gave Jeri a moment to discreetly tuck the bills he had been given into the purse pocket.

"Looks like Jeri is going to be a good girl," Jeff commented.

Resigned to this fate, Jeri replied with a giggle, "Oh, but I am a good girl, a very good girl, but I've often become very naughty," and winked at them as he fingered the five bills he had deftly plucked from Jeff's fingers before he bent over to pick up his purse. Hell, guess I should have let that sister of Andrea's do as she threatened. It could've made this a lot easier to handle, he thought, feeling his anus beginning to pucker in apprehension. If I gotta act like a girl, I might as well be a girl! Huummm, wonder if I can get that bitch's sister to zap me like she threatened? Having a cunt would make this a lot easier!

With that thought ringing loudly in mind Jeri moved across the suite's 'living room' and sat down on a chair sitting at ninety degrees angle to the end of the couch. With a wave of a hand indicating the two men should sit on the couch, the accidentally emasculated male began to perform for them as he had made his sister perform for him before being injured.

Getting into the girly role completely, Jeri draped long, shapely legs over the chair arms, providing both men a good view of his smooth crotch encased in girlish underwear.

Just as his sister had done to excite him, he began to rub his smooth groin through the front of the white panties. Watching his sister masturbate in this manner had always been a most effective way for him to warm up. With both hands, he began to quickly massage his 'pussy' lips-actually just a small opening through which he now urinated and began faking moaning sounds.

Once he felt they were close enough to climax--he could see the bulge in their pants was big enough--Jeri asked in a girlish voice, "Who's first?"

*****OoooO*****

In addition to the private parties, the Club owner also provided male and female escorts for conventions and receptions after meetings, all straight and above board. Jerry knew she really got a kick of him dressing up in Formal Feminine Finery and passing. It paid as much as being a waitress, plus he kept the clothing. Surprisingly, Jeri was frequently requested by name because of the perception of his attitude. People in charge of different activities liked the feminine and ladylike demeanour coupled with a no nonsense reality that quickly defused drunks.

It was a small informal party, and even though Jeri knew there was but one reason for his being there, Jeri was having a good time, at least it would be until it became time to 'work'. The eunuch hadn't been there long when he pegged into the game room and as he rounded the corner of the doorframe, he froze. Jeri's heart started to race. The man's back was to him, bent over the pool table, snug jeans drawn tightly across his ass. Jeri was, though it still bothered him deep in his soul, learning to appreciate the sight of a well-formed male butt as much as any young woman, and the one before Jeri's eyes now was world class.

The man made his shot and stood erect then stepped back from the table, watching the balls. Jeri gasped softly. Not only was this man's ass world class, his whole physical appearance was breathtaking. Jeri realized that for the first time since his emasculation, he was feeling something emotional for another person. Something akin to the sexual longing he had experienced for girls when he still had his tools. That would have been great, except this was a man turning him on!

Tall, with medium close-cut sandy blonde hair and flashing blue eyes, he moved around the table with the grace of a young lion. As Jeri watched, it seemed that as he walked, his feet never touched the ground. The look he gave Jeri, a warm smile, melted his insides and he felt his bottom spasm in almost eager anticipation. Ryan and Jeff had taught him well how best to enjoy men.

Irresistibly drawn to him, Jeri watched as he played his game, he seemed oblivious to her. And this seemed to make him all the more irresistible to the eunuch. However, when the game was over, the hunk racked his cue, looked a long moment at Jeri across the surface of the table and then with impossible confidence, strode around the table to where he stood.

A devastating smile curled his lips as he said, "Hi, I'm Mark."

Hesitantly, then shivering, Jeri was finally able to stammer, "I'm Jeri." He held out his hand and instead of shaking it, as he had assumed he would, Mark drew it upward, the palm down and gently brushed his knuckles with his lips.

"Yes, I know. I know why you are here. And I know all about your little problem."

Embarrassed beyond imagining, he looked down and then, helplessly drawn to them, returned his gaze shyly to Mark's deep, drowning pool eyes. Their dark, blue coloration twinkled delightfully and Jeri noticed his smile was even larger. Jeri was suddenly overwhelmed by emotions he had never before experienced, incredibly feminine emotions, he realized.

" Look, it's too hot and way too crowded in here, would you please join me outside?" he asked.

When Jeri tried to speak and found it impossible, he nodded briskly, and Mark took his hand and led the way through the house and crowd and into the back yard--it seemed Marked owned the fabulous house--where they talked for hours about many things, including his reason for being there and his reason for being a eunuch. It seemed easy to talk to Mark and Jeri found he was talking with him about even the darkest subjects. Jeri told him of the events of his injury, including his rape of Andrea, in much more detail than he had ever told anyone.

After the first few minutes it seemed one would know what the other was about to say before it was uttered. As the night cooled it seemed natural to stand closely together, each basking in the warmth of the other. The party had long since broken up when they finally kissed good-bye in the pale light of pre-dawn, but not before making plans to get together later that day.

Mark began dating Jeri and they were soon seeing each other whenever possible. Mark always treated Jeri like a girl and Jeri began to think like a girl, to act and dress more and more as a girl. Mark became very protective of him, and though there was real passion in them, a gentle kiss occasionally was all the sex action that occurred. He was very careful to avoid offending Mark. Somehow, Jeri realized he was quite special to Mark and did all he could to keep it that way. They discussed anything and everything of a sexual nature.

*****OoooO*****

The first week in May, and Jerry was back in the Doctor's Office. Jerry had been to the Laboratory the week before for a lot of tests. After a fairly thorough examination, Jerry got dressed, including the sports bra that he needed to wear to keep his sensitive nipples from sending him over the edge.

After stating all of the tests and the results, the doctor startled Jerry by asking. "Well, what do you say we see if we can't get the ball rolling and get you back into gym ... but into the girl's class."

"Really?" The thought of seeing a bunch of naked girls in the shower perked him up. But, instead of imagining all those breasts as sexy toys, he discovered he was wondering how his would measure up to theirs. "But then I would be..."

"Yes. Jerry, from our talks, the results of your IQ tests, and those preference tests you took last time and with your almost total lack of response to the testosterone therapy, there is no doubt in my mind. You really would be better off becoming a girl."

Stunned by the words of the doctor, Jerry could only stare as strange images flashed through his mind. All of these images pointed to this being punishment for his past actions against other girls. "No! Doc, you can't be serious!" Jerry managed finally, curious that he'd thought "other" girls.

"But I am serious, Jerry. You're obviously comfortable with what has happened, and what is happening. Quite frankly, Jerry, I think becoming a girl is right for you. Now, after I have talked with your mother, I'm going to start my formal recommendations, beginning with your school that you be re-assigned as a female. I would like this to be effective immediately, but with all the tests and paperwork, it will probably be the next school year. "

Sitting there, staring at the doctor, seeing his future unfolding on the insides of his closed eyelids, Jerry began moaning softly and rocking his body forward and back slightly, realizing that witch he had met down there at the river must have put a hex on him. The terrifying image of the caped witch standing there, her hair aflame and eyes sparking, waving her wand and screaming his name, shouting that she knew now what he did and that if he did anything like that again... Jerry believed in witches and such and was firmly convinced she was a witch and could do as she had threatened. You got no one to blame but yourself, Jerry! God, how was I to know that bitch had a witch for a sister?

"Now," The doctor's word broke into his reverie and dragged him back into the examination room, "we'll petition the court to give you a legal name change and then the State to change your birth certificate. There have been a lot of re-assignments here and the State isn't a problem after you've had the name change. What is your Principal's name?"

"Harvey Peterson."

"Alright. I'll advise him of my findings and we'll see about getting a status change for you, so you can start being yourself all the time. What about your father?"

"Ran off! Dead. Stuffed in a sewer pipe." He shrugged. "He's long gone," Jerry snarled angrily! "If that bastard hadn't left, I probably wouldn't be here now!"

"Your mother?"

"I think she should definitely receive a copy of that letter. I'm still not sure about her accepting wondering what was happening. Like it or not, he was going to be a girl! No, not going to, becoming a girl!

"Is that alright, Jeri?"

"Uhhh...yeh, Jerry's fine."

"By the time your test evaluation is over, in a couple weeks, we should have things going in the right direction," said Dr Grant.

"What's happening to me? Why aren't the testosterone shots working? I've been taking the medications daily. My sister has helped me with the shots and making sure that I follow the schedule."

"The glands that make and send out hormones, which are not all between your legs incidentally, are being reversed and your brain is no longer receiving male signals. You have even begun, really thinking like a girl. That you are looking at boys differently is a good sign."

Jerry wondered how the doctor had figured that one out. He hadn't said anything...or had he? Summer vacation was not all that far away, and he had turned seventeen in April. "But, I don't want to be a girl, Doctor!" Then why am I enjoying serving the Teasers so? And why do I enjoy those Dress Up Escort Jobs or the "Dates" with Mark?

Jerry was not ready to admit his mother, as well as his twit of a sister would welcome another girl in the house.

"Consider it done. We'll use Jeri as your feminine name."

*****OoooO*****

Jerry sat there staring, "Well Jerry, I must say that like it or not, you do make a very attractive girl, but I thought you were sure this testosterone treatment was what you wanted. Please tell me why you've changed your mind! Take your time."

"I don't want to be a girl! I'm taking the meds you prescribe! I don't know what is happening to me... maybe I'm being punished for things I have done. My sister makes sure I take those meds you prescribe every morning at breakfast! What's happening to me?"

"Well, let's try this... you know that big Sears store in the mall?"

With a simple, curt nod, the eunuch asserted he knew the store indicated.

"Well, let's just suppose that you had been born in that building."

Another nod assured the doctor the patient was with him.

"Now, suppose further that as you grew up, that you gradually explored that whole store, learning every department that is in it, everything that is in each department."

"Got that."

"Jerry, to this point in time that store is your whole life. Everything you know is based on your experience in that store. Everything you learned, everything you understand is based on the things that you have learned in that store."

"In plain words, you are telling me that I am...er, I was, a male, all male and nothing but a male... Right?" There was more than a bit of pride in the tone of his words. And then you had to go and rape the girlfriend of a badass dude and sister of a witch!

"Right, but..."

"But?"

"But then one day, by accident you find yourself outside the front door of the store. Just as suddenly you discover you are locked out and there is no possible way back inside that store that is, now was, your world. And now you realize that your understanding of the entire world, which was all focused around the inside of that store, has to be re-evaluated, because you have discovered a world that is beyond anything that you had ever encountered before. You will now have to relearn everything. You will have to learn to appreciate and understand things now from an entirely new perspective."

The eunuch looked at him with something akin to confusion.

"Doesn't that make any sense to you, Jerry?"

"Yeah . . . I guess it does? I want to know is what does that have to do with me?"

"Well, the little paradise that you have lived in up till your accident is what has molded and contributed to your character and personality. We both know that it was not with the best of results. That is sort of like growing up in that store that we were talking about. What you are now experiencing is like a paradise shift. In other words, you need understand there is just no way possible you can go back through that door, and that you must now enter a different world, and in order for you to grow and get on with your life you must accept a new concept, live according to different values. There is far more to your new life that you think that there is."

"I think I understand? Plain and simply, I should just give in to what is taking place and become a girl?"

"And be all the girl you can be until you can become a complete girl."

"Doc...?

"Good. As of today, consider yourself as standing out in the parking lot. You now have a new life to live, one that will be completely different than anything that you have been used to before. Okay?"

"Sure, I am game for anything, I guess."

"Good for you, Jeri. Now in a few weeks, once all your test result have been evaluated, I will certify that you have begun your real life test and in a couple years attend your wedding to some nice young chap."

"Damn it, Doc, I just do not know where to turn. Yeah, I've had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I don't know what it means. I mean, of course I know how I look and act. Hell, I've always been a bit off the beaten track, but until this past Halloween, I never even thought about being a girl. All my life I told myself, girls are for boys to enjoy! Now, I know for certain that is very wrong."

"What do you mean, Jeri?"

Jerry then went on, explained as best he could, telling the doctor almost everything leading up to his confrontation with Frank and the painfully dramatic results. "I know that I can either become gay or become transsexual and the thought of being gay just don't cut it with me."

"I don't want to have relationships with boys, Doc. You know. That's just not who I am, or what I am about. Do you understand, Doctor?" Impossibly, Jerry once more found he was fighting tears and on the verge of actually bawling, just like that sissy he had raped had done. He had had to face this same decision! And now Jerry hated himself for forcing himself on Andrew. "For God's sake, Doctor, I am a man!"

"Easy, Jerry. This is not at all an uncommon reaction among accidental transexuals, and I did warn you that you could develop secondary female characteristics. Now, just calm down and let me tell you what is going on, both physically and emotionally?"

"We did the nuts and bolts psychological testing at your last session and I want you to begin taking this prescription, and I will give you shots weekly from now on."

"That's it?"

"Until next time," the doctor said, stripping off his latex gloves and tossing them into the waste under the counter beside him.

Then he was gone and Jerry sat there a moment before getting dressed. He didn't much like the future the doctor had outlined. Heck, if I don't become a girl, I am gonna be some sort of no sex freak that looks like a girl and acts like a girl, but wants to be a boy!

That evening at home, Jeri told his mom and sister of the results of the tests and the doctor's recommendations. His mom promised him a full time job in the store as a sales woman. After she left, Cheryl, pleased with this turn, promised to help as much as possible. Jeri Broke down and explained his feelings for Mark, and his dissatisfaction with the Teasers.

*****OoooO*****

On Friday after the Doctor's visit, Jeri was coming home late. As the bus went by his house, he thought he recognized James/ van parked in front. He got off the bus at the corner stop and hurried home. At the edge of the yard he stopped in amazement. He saw his sister walking towards the front door. She had probably put her bike on the side of the garage and only had the front door key with her. Suddenly he saw James, Larry, and Donald sprint across the yard toward his sister.

It was unbelievable. The three guys actually seemed to touch her and then she staggered to the corner of the porch and supported herself on corner post. It looked like an invisible giant had grabbed Donald and Larry by the arms and jerked them clear across the yard, dumping them next to the street, beside the van. James provided the biggest surprise. He was staggering backward grabbing at his throat like someone was choking him.

James tripped over Donald. All three of them swapped glances, surged to their feet and charged. Cheryl, still hanging on to the corner post, weakly waved them away. If it had not been so strange it would have been funny. Each of the three young giants was totally focused on doing damage to the attractive girl on the porch. Something was battering at them, and shoving them backward. They drifted off the side walk and into the yard in there attempt to batter down the invisible guardian. From their moves, it was obvious to Jeri that the three had often worked as a team when assaulting someone.

Suddenly all three landed face down in the lawn about four feet from the flower bed around the porch. They looked at each other and grunted something. They then scrambled on all fours across the lawn and into the open side door of the van. The motor of the van was still running. As soon as the door was closed the van moved gently but quickly away.

Concerned about her, Jeri raced across the yard to Cheryl. A quick hug and she was flooded with relief and love of this sister. On the way through the kitchen, they grabbed some sodas and a plate of fudge that was out. Up in Cheryl's room Cheryl offered Jeri one of the Sharla pins and the two of them marveled at what had just happened. Jeri passed on all of his / her uncertainties about his / her future, and relayed the information that the doctor had already started the process to have Jeri legally recognized as a female.

Jeri recalled his/her confrontation with Sharla in the canyon. He decided that he really needed her help and thought that the best way would be to convince Andrea to intercede for him. As he explained it to Cheryl, the Pins proved that Cheryl was a real Witch, and not one of the wannabe witches that had to go to covens and such, like mom and grandmom.

About the first weekend of May, some two weeks after Jeri had observed Mark's pool game, they were at Mark's house again, but this time just watching TV. Mark was recovering from a cold, and was wearing only a robe. Lying on the couch, Mark's head rested on Jeri's lap. Jeri's fingers gently following the waves in Mark's hair. To his great surprise, the eunuch discovered he enjoyed admitting to being "all feminine and girlish" for Mark.

Slowly they drifted together on a cloud of emotions and sometime during that long, hot afternoon, found fulfillment, holding each other, one softly exploring the other's body. Lovers finally, experiencing the love that was theirs. It was then that Jeri decided he wanted to become completely the girl he wanted to be for Mark. With the decision came the belief the key was Andrea Winslowe and that witch, her sister Sharla.

But to ask that witch to help him meant he would have to gain favor with the girl Andrea, and since he had raped her, that was not going to be easy. Well, if it meant he had to grovel and beg for her forgiveness, he would do it. Mark meant that much to him. Other than being magically transformed, he could fathom no way to become a woman complete. He had to find Andrea.

Sharla had completed the school year, and somehow she had been able to manage her 4.0 average. She had the two weeks before the summer term started to make up her mind if she was going to cut back on some of her academics. It would still be another two weeks before Andrea and Frank got out of high school to help her with the installations. Dave had promised to help her at least a half day, especially with the teaching. That was so time consuming and frankly as dense as some of the people pretended to be, plaguing them with itching powder to see if it was possible to get their attention. Dave did not seem to have as much problem though. So, as long as she had customers that he could teach, she would do the fun stuff, setting up the systems and getting them to run right.

Her computer science advisor was dating her mathematics advisor. The two of them had suggested that she cut back on the academic to one extended computer lab and apply her concentration to the growing computer business. There had been a number of suggestions about follow up service, and information processing service.

Dressed casually in white canvas deck shoes, jeans and t-shirt, Jeri left Cheryl alone to her own thing and headed alone towards The Mall. That he just might get lucky and find Andrea was in the back of his mind as he sauntered along Beacon Street. Entering the main entrance, he was amazed at the number of kids from his school hanging out there and had to avoid more than one of the Teasers. Since meeting Mark, he was trying to quietly become disentangled from their control and was even beginning to reconsider his continuation of the job at the club.

*****OoooO*****

Moment after entering the atrium, Jeri was astonished to see the object of his search no more that twenty yards from him. Not really believing his good fortune, taking it as an omen, that this path he sought was right, that his relationship with Mark was his, no her future. I have just got to start thinking of me as a girl, using the feminine pronouns, using Jeri rather than Jerry. Just as he was about to approach Andrea, two other girls showed up and grabbed her attention.

Cursing softly under his breath, Jeri withdrew, but continued to watch Andrea closely, waiting for an opportunity to present itself.

Becky and Bonnie knew her as a classmate who normally wore a long ponytail, had on occasion used makeup, usually when she wore a pleated skirt, saddle oxfords, and those hideous knee sox. Either that or she wore a pair of shapeless jeans, a baggy sweatshirt, and sneakers. Today they were seeing Andrea in a very short skirt, silk blouse with ruffles, nylons, high-heeled shoes, makeup, and short, sophisticated new hairstyle, and she was carrying a very expensive handbag. Andrea was still finding it difficult that a great many people never remembered her as a boy at all.

They both just stared at her for a moment, and Becky finally said, "Andrea? Is that really you?"

They hugged her, and then both started asking questions at the same time as fast as they could, while they mused, abused and used the stores and boutiques of the mall as their playground for the next two and a half hours or so. About four-thirty the on-loan cell phone in Andrea's purse began to chirp noisily. She made an excuse to go take the call and told them that she would be right back.

Figuring out which button to push to answer the thing, the teen, in a bit of shock when she heard, "Andi?" It was Kevin. She choked on her surprise and nodded instead of speaking when he told her, "Get your pretty little butt over here to the Main Entrance as fast as you can. We're blocking traffic out here."

Giggling girlishly, she replied, "Okay, Kevin, I'll be there in just a few minutes."

Of course, on hearing her say Kevin, instead of Frank, Bonnie and Becky both had about a million questions for her, but she told them something had come up, and that she had to go. Though somewhat disappointed, both bid adieu and Andrea hurried towards the front entrance Beacon Basin Mall and the taxi stand there. Gonna have a lot of explaining to do next week!

It's now or never! Jeri told his self and moved towards Andrea as he moved quickly away.

*****OoooO*****

Out of the corner of her eye the teen witch-to-be caught sight of a hand moving to grab her shoulder and instantly, instinctively whipped around. In the same fluid, well-practiced motion, she let her purse slip off her shoulder and caught the strap in her hand. The purse came up an arch to connect with the side of the head of the girl (?) reaching for her.

The blow staggered her opponent and, backed off a step, the terrorized teen recognized her assailant as none other than her rapist, Jerry Tanner. Without remorse, she brought the purse around in a back swing that caught him square on the other side of his head. He howled and went down onto his knees and began blubbering piteously, "No! Andrea! Please, don't hit me again! Please! I am not going to hurt you again!"

A small crowd was gathered and Andrea began to breathe smoothly again. "What do you want, Tanner? Why don't you just leave?" The girl could hardly believe her eyes. Though dressed as any of the other boys crowding the mall, he looked more girl than boy. He even sounded like a girl as he blubbered his plaintive plight. "I won't give in to you again, Tanner!"

With something near thirty people, some students from their school, standing there watching and listening, the wreck of a once proud and disgustingly overriding male moved to a position on his knees and then groaned, "Andi, I did a very horrible thing with you and I just need you to say you forgive me. There was no excuse for what I did, and I did it anyway. Please, I need your help, and I am begging you for it."

Looking around and seeing this would soon be the topic of a hundred conversations, she also felt a strange compassion for this miserable creature her antagonist had become. "Yes, Jeri {Jerry}, I do forgive you. Now, get off your knees and tell me how I might help you." It seemed odd this once sinister, abusive male now looked like a girl. "Now, how can I help you, Jerry?" the teen asked, warily staying out of reach as they moved away from the dispersing crowd.

"Your sister threatened to finish the job the fence started on me. She told me I was to stay away from you and not bother you, but that was before I started turning into a girl. The doc said I was going to develop breasts and a figure even with the supplements I been taking. Girl, please, if your sister can change me, being a girl will be better than what I am becoming. Right now I am just a freak, half boy... half girl." The boy-girl thing in front of her managed to blubber between soul wracking sobs that nearly tore Andrea's heart from her breast.

"Tanner, I have no idea how, or even IF Sharla can, or will help you. But, I will ask. Now, I do have to go. Call me at my house Saturday morning before nine. I will ask Sharla to help you and let you know then. The number is in the School Directory."

The teen then turned and nearly ran to Kevin's car standing at the curb and opened the door to the back seat.

"What was that girl crying about, Andi?" asked Sharla, leaning over to help settle in her sister's packages.

"Sis, that was no girl! That was Jerry Tanner!"

*****OoooO*****

After her run in with Jeri, Andrea took some time to talk with Cheryl. She discovered that Jeri as he was now legally identified, was sincere. She asked Sharla if it would be possible for the "Blue Energy Magic to Make Jeri a complete girl, something like La Caisse did to Andrew. Sharla thought it should be very possible, especially since there was no change of reality involved.

It was the Saturday before Andrea's final exams. Sharla was setting up a major system when Cheryl and Andrea escorted in a tall girl. As soon as Sharla had pulled her mind completely out of the project, Andrea explained. "This is Jerry / Jeri Tanner. Do you really think you could do the "Blue Energy" on him that the box did on me?"

Sharla paused a bit and then felt for the blue energy flowing through her sapphire. A touch of the Green energy to make time slow down so the changes do not hurt. Then a bit of reconstruction. Really all that was needed is a repair and restructuring. With two very healthy girls right there to provide a pattern, OK. There. And There. And Done! Release the Time.

Damn, wonder if I could use the time trick on this assembly?

There was a flicker of light around Sharla, and then Sharla turned away, obviously no longer interested in them. Andrea gasped, hurt by Sharla's rudeness. Jeri had a shocked look on her face. She started to sway as she felt her breasts. Cheryl looked at Sharla's back and whispered to Andrea, "Lets get Jeri out of here."

The outside door swept closed. Cheryl and Andrea had been supporting / dragging Jeri out of the building. Jeri jerked free. Both hands went under her skirt. She slumped against the closed door and then slid down to sit with her hands under her skirt and her legs spread out.

"I'm complete. I'm me. I'm a she. She did it!"

  

  

  

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