Poor Innocent James

by Kelly Rigney

  

With the fall season rushing in James was getting more and more used to his new environment. Having moved from out of state, James found himself surrounded by different terrain and different people.

It was hoped that this would be a new start for the 15 year-old boy. His parents had recently divorced and it wasn't a pretty picture at all. His father had an affair with his secretary, and when James' mother discovered the infidelity of her husband of 20 years, she demanded a divorce. James Sr. was all too accepting, packing his bags and leaving to live with his 23 year-old secretary. James Jr. thought nothing but bad of his father, and in disgust, was all too ready to leave town.

Janice Henderson packed up the house and moved her and her son to a new community where she believed would help young James to rediscover himself after what his father had done.

In the middle of August the two victims arrived to their new but humble home in small-town USA. James had been used to the rush of the big city, but his mother believed a small town environment might be good for him. It proved to be a good move for the poor innocent boy.

James was quickly accepted by his new neighbors, Elisa and Erica. The two girls lived with their mother Elaine in the quaint little brick house next door. Like James, the two girls were in bitter hatred of their father, which was probably the reason why the three got along so well. Their father had also committed an adulterous relationship against their mother. With the exception of James, the dead-end street was bent toward hatred of men—if ever so politely put.

School began at the first of September, and with a month of school behind him, James was making headway in overcoming his dissent toward his father. The hate was still there, but he didn't think about it quite as much. If anything, he wasn't thinking that much about anything except his new life that seemed to be bliss compared to the last several months.

James was definitely rediscovering himself, but the year would bring more into his life to help that resolve than he was presently willing to admit—or even see at the time.

Elisa and Erica, the 17 and 15 year-old neighbors, began to notice that James had a softer side. Maybe they thought he was gay; definitely too effeminate for a boy named James. At times, they wondered if they should call Him "Jane" instead. It wasn't that he was swishy. It was the fact that he had a light frame, his skin had soft features, and his mannerisms seemed "finished" rather than sloppy like many guys. Nevertheless, the two girls decided that their new friend should not have to become the type of man that they had come to hate. Why should he? They loved him and that was enough reason to introduce him to the finer and more feminine things of life.

James didn't know it, but his new friends were conspiring to transform him into the type of "man" they hoped all men could become. He was a project for the two girls. He was the object of their hatred and love, mixed together in what others might claim as a juvenile attempt of escaping reality. Needless to say, the poor innocent boy didn't know what would befall him in short order.

Of course, it was childish, but the girls new that the right step would be to convince James that he was less of a boy and more accepting of what the "other side" had to offer. It might be easy; it might not. It might require some "pleasurable enticement;" it might not. They would soon find out.

The girls' scheme began on a rainy October Tuesday by accident. James was making his way to the girls' home to spend a quiet afternoon of chat after school. Trying to quickly make his way down the sidewalk of his neighbors' home—so as not to get drenched—James slipped on the turn toward the covered porch and fell bottom first onto the water-covered sidewalk. Elaine heard the racket and immediately stepped outside to find James dripping in water and mud. James was hurriedly ushered inside and told to go to the restroom to clean up.

"Erica! James fell outside and needs to clean up. Would you mind finding him some jeans and a shirt to change into?"

Erica's heart beat rapidly, seeing an opportunity to hatch her and her sister's plan to "demale" poor innocent James. Elisa had not returned home from cheerleading practice, but surely she would understand the opportune situation.

Erica went to rummage through her things to find something appropriate for James. Her boy's jeans would have been perfect, but that would definitely miss the point. She dug through her drawers some more and found some old, low-rise, boot-cut jeans. She also found a T-shirt that had "all-star" in glittery lettering labeled across the front. It was a typical girl's t-shirt, white, cap-sleeved, with baby blue trim. "Perfect," she thought. It wasn't too girly, but feminine enough that he would look like the androgynous creature they hoped to create. "Maybe I should find him some shoes or panties," she thought. But she decided that panties would be too much for now.

Erica came downstairs and handed her mother the clothes. Elaine's eyes popped open and she giggled, saying, "I meant for you to find something that your stupid father left behind, Erica. These aren't fit for a teenage boy." Erica quickly responded, "But mom, you know James would never fit into those gross, beer-gut-cut clothes of dad's." Erica had an excellent point—and good recovery at that.

So, Elaine went to the bathroom and knocked on the door, telling James to take off his jeans and shirt and to put on the jeans and shirt she had for him.

In the bathroom, James had cleaned up the best he could and stripped down to his underwear. Unlucky for him, his underwear was drenched as well. He would have to go without. He shed his drenched clothes to the shower stall and slipped on the jeans and shirt. He knew that the clothes were Erica's, but figured he didn't have much choice. "Besides," he thought, "They're pretty comfortable and it's just us here." The boy stepped out of the bathroom and Elaine gathered up his things to put them into the wash.

Some thirty minutes later, as James and Erica were fixing some cookies, Elisa came in the front door. She was elated but rather surprised to see the androgynous looking boy she had known as James helping in the kitchen with her sister's jeans and shirt on. He had no shoes or socks and he looked like he had just gotten out of the shower with his semi long hair slicked down past his ears. He would certainly be the candidate of transformation that she and her sister had planned.

Elisa pulled her sister to the side and asked what had happened. Erica told her the entire story and they decided it was time to put things into action.

The four continued their afternoon together until James' mother called saying it was time for him to come home. Elaine told James' mother what had happened and his mother thanked her for her kindness. However, his clothes had not dried, and his shoes were covered in mud. So, Elaine placed James shoes into a bag and sent him out the door with a pair of Elisa's sandals. The sandals were an excellent fit, stretching across the top of his foot and buckling behind the heel. Both girls giggled when Elaine commented, "Your feet would look cute with some nail polish on your toes." Of course, James blushed, but they all laughed as he left to go home.

As James walked back outside and down the sidewalk, the two girls watched and giggled at the girlish-looking boy walking home. Elaine asked, "Ok, girls, you two have been giggling and sharing secrets all afternoon; what's going on?" Elisa spoke up, "Mom, don't you think James looked darling today in Erica's clothes? He looked adorable. You had to have thought that he was rather cute the way those tight fitting jeans made his butt look." "Elisa!" her mother chided, "That's enough! The poor boy needed something to wear…Hey, wait a minute, you two are up to something." Elisa said, "Mom, don't you think it would be great to help James understand women a little better? He wouldn't have to become the type of men like our fathers. We could introduce him to a female's point of view by encouraging him to dress a little less 'male-ish." "Elisa! That's the most ridicules, but fascinating idea I have heard! He would make a pretty girl." "No mom," Erica said, "We don't want to turn him into a girl. Yes, we might get him into skirts, but we were going to try and make him as girlish as possible while still being male."

Elaine was finally catching on to what the girls were planning. She liked it. Maybe it was the beginning of saving some sweet girl in the future. Who knows, that "sweet girl" could even be one of her girls. In her mind, every woman needed a man like they were planning to make James.

The three conspirators discussed their plans all through the night. From the beginning, they knew they could take their plans only so far before James' mother would become a problem. So, it was decided that Janice needed to be involved. Elaine had an idea, but only told the girls that she would handle it. Elisa and Erica would continue to work on James and Elaine would have to do her part with Janice. Tomorrow, the two families would go to the park—a good opportunity to carry out the plans.

Around 9:00 the next morning, Janice and James arrived to leave for the park. James had brought back the clothes that he had borrowed and Janice had brought the lunch.

As expected, Elaine walked downstairs and saw that her neighbors were both wearing shorts. "James? Janice? It's supposed to get cool tonight. Why don't you change into some warmer clothes?" Janice responded, saying, "Oh, I suppose you are right. We better go back home and change, James." Elaine was almost too quick, but interjected, "Oh Janice, you can just wear a pair of my jeans and James can wear the jeans he has with him. That way, you won't have to go back home. What do you think?" With a little insistence from the girls Janice and James agreed. James liked the way the jeans felt and thought they were nice looking—not really girly looking on a boy's frame. So, Janice went with Elaine and James went to Erica's room to change.

When James came out of Erica's room, Erica quickly ushered him back, saying, "This doesn't look right. Your boxers are all bunched up." James didn't quite understand what she meant, but she insisted that he should wear something else if he was going to wear jeans. She reached into her drawers and pulled out some panties. "Here James; I know they look a little feminine, being baby blue, but they will feel wonderful." James wasn't sure about this and Erica caught on to his hesitation and quickly responded, "Just think, you would be wearing MY panties." James blushed and then took the panties from her, not considering what his mother would think about it. But she wouldn't have to know would she?

The two families drove to the park and enjoyed lunch together. Elisa and Erica had fun with their project, talking to James about girly stuff. After lunch, the three went for a walk. As they were walking, Elisa brought up the subject of clothes. "James, Erica's jeans look really cute on you. Have you ever worn any other girls' clothes?" Erica giggled and James blushed. "What's up?" Elisa asked, as if she didn't have a clue. Erica then told how James was wearing panties. James enjoyed the attention and pulled his waistband down for Elisa to see. "Ooh, James, it takes a special man to wear panties. Just think, you can actually say you've been in a girl's panties!" The three laughed and walked along. For the rest of the afternoon, Elisa and Erica built James ego up about wearing Erica's panties and jeans.

While the three were out walking, Elaine was making her move on Janice. Move was right because Janice played the cards just right to plant an unsuspecting but accepting kiss on Janice. Elaine and Janice reached a point in their new friendship that Elaine could use to usher in a new James. It was all a part of the plan that was working expertly.

While the three teens walked and talked, the two mothers had a long talk. Elaine and Janice both expressed their feelings and decided to give this new relationship a chance. Both were bent on hatred toward men and expressed a different desire. They agreed to take it slowly to make sure that this was what they wanted and then the subject of their children came up. Elaine was "sure" that her girls would understand, but Janice wasn't sure about her James. This was the opportunity for Elaine to convince James' mother to unwillingly hatch her and her daughters' plans.

"You know Janice, if James understood women a little better then he might be more accepting. Think about it. In a few months, if we can slowly convince James to show more feminine characteristics and traits, he would probably openly accept your relations with another woman. Besides, he couldn't really disapprove of an alternative lifestyle if he was living one himself."

Janice nodded in approval and added, "And then he would probably forget more about his father. As a matter of fact, he might get to the point that he doesn't feel that he needs a male role model in his life." "Exactly!" said Elaine, "Let's just slowly make him appreciate our side of things. I'm sure the girls can help, but we will have to have your undivided attention on this project." Both women agreed and kissed as a seal of contract to seal the fate of poor innocent James.

The day at the park was a monumental day to the progress of James. Though James knew nothing about it, his fate was sealed. He would slowly be transformed into a girlish boy. His dress would change. His mannerism would change. His attitude toward women would change. Everything about him but his sexual orientation would change.

The weekend past without much change, but that would soon change in and of itself with the dawning of a new week.

When James woke up on Monday morning, he went to his underwear drawer to find all of his briefs replaced by what looked to be bikini briefs. Of course they weren't. He knew what they were. They were panties. About this time, his mother walked in. "Oh James, I see you found what I got for you." James was speechless but managed to ask, "What in the world is this?!" "Well, Erica told me that you wore her panties the other day and I figured since you didn't complain, then you must like them. So, do you? I'm sure you will like them much better anyway." James didn't know how to react so he just picked up a pair of yellow panties and headed for the shower, no questions asked.

Week one was a success as far as the girls and their mothers were concerned. Janice had convinced James to like wearing panties, and Elisa and Erica sought opportunities during the week to congratulate him on his choice of underwear. They said that they thought it was a cute idea; a way to appreciate women better. Little did they know that their plans had hatched a developing egg inside of poor James.

With the change in underwear out of the way, the weekend was the perfect time for some mental weakening. Elaine invited Janice and James to come to the house to watch movies with her and Erica. Elisa had to cheer at an away game, but she would be returning later. So that Friday night, Janice and her son walked over to their neighbors' for a night of flicks.

The girls intentionally rented some "chick flicks." Elaine and Janice curled up on the couch together as innocently as they could, but to still have flirting room. The entire night, the three females decidedly talked about makeup, fashion, and all kinds of girly topics trying to get James involved in every conversation. Delightedly, James joined the conversation in as much zeal as he had in months.

After the first movie, Janice suggested that she give Erica a manicure. Before Janice married she had worked in a beauty parlor giving manicures, pedicures, and the occasional waxings or eyebrow thinning. With her experience, she expertly set Erica up on the dining room table and worked on Erica's nails. Elaine and James gathered around the table to watch and talk. Using the opportunity, Janice suggested that Elaine learn how to properly do this herself. "Perhaps you could practice on James," she said. Surprisingly to Elaine, James agreed. The two women worked and practiced on their children, filing and then painting their nails. Erica was given pink nail polish and James' nails were painted with a clear-coat varnish.

It was about 10:00 when Elaine came home from the ball game. She was tickled that James' fingernails had a glossy-glittery appeal, but she hid her excitement well. The football team had lost again. According to plan, she commented that she was uptight and suggested that she Elisa and James take a stroll around the block. James was told that it was too cold to go out in short sleeves so Elisa let him borrow a sweater. And since they were going walking, James needed some tennis shoes. Erica gladly gave him a pair of her white sneakers with light blue trim along with a pair of white scrunchy socks.

The picture of James was enough to make Janice smile. Here was her son wearing panties, Erica's Jeans, socks, and shoes, and Elisa's girly sweater; not to mention the new coat of nail varnish. With the way the jeans sculpted James' behind; with the girlish looking footwear; with the form-fitting turtleneck sweater; and with the semi-longish hair; her poor innocent boy was looking more and more like an enriched innocent tom-boy of a girl.

The late night stroll was an intended move to allow James to appreciate wearing women's clothing in public. Though it was a late stroll with hardly a soul in sight; and though the clothing wasn't ultra-feminine per say, they all hopped that the effect it would have on James would be paramount.

While the three teens stepped out into the cool, thin air of the night, Elaine and Janice set to work on the future plans for the poor innocent boy. Janice described some of the happenings during the week. "James has been acting so differently lately. You noticed how easily he agreed to let you do a manicure on him. Well, that's only what you saw. What you did not see is that I had previously painted James' toe nails a bright red. Earlier this week I was painting my toenails and convinced him to let me do his. I think that he is liking the attention. But anyway, he let me do it. Then, I was going to remove it, but he insisted that he wanted to wear it for a while. That was on Tuesday. On Wednesday James asked me if he could get his ears pierced. I agreed but told him that he would have to wait until we could go to the mall together. Boys get their ears pierced all of the time, but he wanted both ears done."

Janice knew that Elaine was enjoying this by the way she was smiling, but continued, saying, "That's not all. On Thursday he came home from school later than usual. He had some bags from the store. He didn't tell me what was in the bags, but I later discovered that he had bought some socks. That was no big deal, but they were women's socks. He had bought some women's athletic socks, some casual socks with colored stripes, and some trouser socks. Nobody would really notice except for a mother and when I asked about him he just shrugged his shoulders and said that he liked them. I wish he would have bought some panty hose. And then, this afternoon before we came over here, James took an extremely long "bath." Not a shower I mind you, but a bubble bath. I thought that he might have shaved his legs, but he hadn't. But tonight, I couldn't help but see him scratch his underarms ever so often. I believe that he has shaved his underarms. And evidently, while he was in the bathroom, he removed the nail polish from his toes and then did them himself. I have also noticed that he is much different. He is cleaner than usual, helps around the house more, and that he's looking at my catalogues more than usual. If I didn't know any better, I believe he is taking further strides in our plans than we are. To be honest, with his new attention, we might have the boy we've been striving to create before Christmas. He might even be more of a girl than what we wanted to create."

Meanwhile, the three teens were walking around the block. As they had planned, Erica and Elisa built up James ego by encouraging the way he was dressing. Much to the surprise of Erica and Elisa, James began to tell them about the week and the changes that were going on. He told them about his recent purchases, the toe nail polish, and how he had shaved his armpits. He told them how he wanted to get his ears pierced and how he enjoyed wearing panties so much.

The girls were open-mouthed and elated. Elisa jumped at the chance and suggested that James shave his legs. James looked a little distant at first, but then nodded that he might like it. James continued, "I'm not sure what is coming over me, but I just feel so much more comfortable around you two. You both make me feel so wanted and warm. I hope you don't tell anybody this, but I wish I could dress in these clothes all the time." Erica jumped in, "James, we're not going to tell anybody about this, but you must let us help you. The clothes don't make the person, but they can make a difference in the way you feel. If you want to shave your legs and wear women's clothing, there's nothing wrong with that. And we can help you do it in such a way that hardly anybody would notice. Most would see you as the boy that you are and you can wear all the women's clothing you want with the exception of some things like dresses and skirts. But who knows, you might want to try that sometime—if you want to." James continued, "I don't know what all this means, but I want to be different. I like to wear these clothes because they are comfortable and give me a high that I cannot explain." Elisa jumped in, "James, I just think this means that you like to experience something different. There's nothing wrong with that and if you ever want any help, we're here for you."

Soon, the three teens walked back to the house where James would continue to open himself with the help and assistance of four incredible women. Oh, poor innocent James.

To be continued.

 

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