Reform School

by Jennifer White

 

My parents really never got the concept. They always thought of me as their little girl, and they wanted me to run around in pigtails, wear pretty skirts, and be a little prim and proper sissy girl. But I would have none of that.

When they bought me dolls to play with, I'd give them away to the little girls who lived on the block. Or they'd give me some foo-foo outfit, and if I was forced to wear it to some family function or something, I'd make sure to rip it and ruin it. I wanted to run around in jeans and a T-shirt, like the boys did.

And I would have nothing to do with the activities that little girls wanted to do. I wasn't about to pretend to be a teacher, and have a class of stuffed teddy bears. I wasn't into playing house. I didn't want to dress up in mommy's things, and put on makeup. No, I wanted to go run with the boys, be rough and tumble.

I wanted a toy gun for my birthday so I could play 'war' with the boys on my block. But mom and dad would have nothing to do with that one! They gave me a blowdryer, and hair accessories. I nearly puked. I wanted to cut my hair in a buzz cut, to keep it cooler for the summer, but they wanted me to let it grow out long. I hated them back then, really.

One of the worst incidents was when we had to go up north so I could visit my cousins. My uncle and aunt had three daughters, and they wanted me to have a 'tea party' with them, sipping imaginary tea from plastic cups, and act all dainty! You can imagine how much that ticked me off. They wanted to braid my hair, and teach me how to put makeup on. I wanted nothing to do with that! It was like they were trying to turn me into a girl.

So I ditched them, walked through the woods, and had a grand old time. I even got my uncle to take me hunting. I guess they thought that seeing a dead animal would 'cure' me or something, but I thought it was awesome to be carrying two dead rabbits by the ears, as we trudged over the hills, and waded through the little streams.

After my uncle realized how cool I was with all that, he took me fishing on the big lake, and I caught a bass! He made me pull the hook out, but that didn't gross me out either or anything. So while my aunt and the girls did whatever it is that girls do (I guess they baked pies and stuff), I got to be like a boy with my uncle, outdoors. It turned out to be the best few weeks of my life.

It was also then, that I discovered something else about myself. One day, while my uncle was in town gassing up the car, I was sneaking around his workshop in the barn. There, on the back shelf, was a magazine, which I looked at with great interest. It was called Playboy, and it had pictures of women without any clothes on!

Something felt funny about seeing those women. I felt a tingle between my legs, and a rush of blood went to my head. It hit me like a ton of bricks: I was attracted to these women! I ran up to the hayloft, and making sure nobody could see me, I undid the buckle on my jeans, and unzipped them. I pulled them down a way, and stuck my hand down between my legs. I wished with all my heart that I had a penis down there, so I could put it inside of the beautiful woman on the glossy pages.

I touched my hard clit, and pretended that it was a dick. In my mind, I was putting it into her, deeper and deeper. It was then that I had my very first orgasm. I really did see stars! Everything was a pleasant blur, then a great peacefulness fell over me. I had found myself, and I knew who and what I was now.

 

* * *

 

When I got a little older, nothing had changed with me, as far as I was concerned. I was still 'a boy' in how I acted, and what I liked to do. The only time I cried, was when I had my first period. It was mother nature betraying me, starting to turn me into a woman.

When my boobs started to grow, I was really angry. I used to take an Ace bandage, and wrap it tight around them, so my chest would look flat. But to my dismay, my boobs kept on growing and growing. Bigger and bigger. Soon, the Ace was no help at all, and I was forced to wear a bra. You can imagine how awful that made me feel!

That and the fact that I was starting to get curves. My skin was soft and clear, my face was pretty, and no matter what I did, you could see my boobies bulging out, under my sweater or T-shirt. I really did feel betrayed by my own body. How could it do this to me? Every day, I was being turned more and more into a girl, and I hated it!

They boys were treating me differently now. Just a year ago, we'd play football, and they would tackle me as if I was one of them. Now they let me win, and I hated it. But no matter what I said, they refused to be rough with 'a pretty girl like you'. I was loosing my male friends, and I realized now that they were staring at my boobs, like I had stared at the girl in the magazine. They *wanted* me! Can you imagine how awful that felt? I was no longer a friend of theirs to play sports with and stuff. I had become the object of their desire.

 

Now that orgasm I felt up in the hayloft had been a revelation for me. After that, I masturbated, four, five or six times a week. Sometimes, I'd get on a roll, and do it multiple times in one day. I was considering going out to buy a vibrator, and see how that got me off.

One of the guys I had always hung out with was Jason. He was really cool, and we had spent countless hours playing sports, and watching them on TV, discussing all the minutia of the latest statistics. But now, like the other boys, he had his raging hormones, and he wanted me, just like the rest of them.

I decided that after all we had done together, I would give in, and make him happy. I wanted to make love with another girl, but I thought I was the only one in the world who felt that way. I lusted after several of the girls at school, but how could I even think of approaching them? They'd laugh at me, and I'd never hear the end of it! So now, I was going to experiment with a boy.

Jason was very nervous, but I was brazen. I felt no shame in having sex. I taught him how to touch me the right way to turn me on. I showed him where the hot-spots are for a girl's body, and how to excite her. In the back of my mind, I wished I was him, making love to a woman. As he finally got on top and penetrated me, I imagined it was *I*, penetrating into him.

With him up inside me, I felt a special closeness, and it really was a good feeling, especially when he started rocking back and forth, going in and out. But my clit didn't get as much stimulation as I would like, and I never got to see the skyrockets.

He ended with a warm splash inside of me, and I had to admit it did feel pretty good. But it wasn't as satisfactory as when I made love to a woman in my mind. It was just an experiment on my part, and I didn't think I'd do it again, at least until I had a chance to make love with a real woman.

 

* * *

 

By the time I was a senior in high school, my boobs had grown to D cup size. I looked just like the girls in playboy (which I had snuck a few issues of, out of stores). But there was one difference: most of those girls had silicon breasts. Mine were real. But I hated them. They got in the way. They made it impossible to play like a boy. And they made every man in sight want me.

But one day, when I was studying with Melissa, I had a breakthrough, which I had never imagined. She was a really cute girl, and we hung out together a lot. We had a bunch of the same classes, and so we'd do homework together. She was pretty cool, for a girl.

Anyway, one day, we were just finishing up our homework for our history class. She put her books back into her backpack, then she turned to me.

"How do you kiss a boy?" she said.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"I know you've had boyfriends. But I have bad luck. When Will dumped me, he said I wasn't a good kisser. Can you teach me how to kiss a boy?"

I was elated! I was *so* in luck. I could do something now I had dreamed of for years and years.

"I'll be the boy" I said. "And you're the girl. I'll do the things that boys like to do, and you react as if you're really turned on by it."

"Okay" she said.

I started by coming on to her, flirting. It was my first time flirting with a girl, and I was just floating on air from how good it felt. I walked towards her, and backed her up to the wall. I put my hands onto her hips, and pressed my body into hers.

"Open your mouth wider" I instructed. "Tilt your head back. The boy will control the kissing. Boys like to use their tongues too, so don't be frightened."

I put my hand onto her soft face, and leaned forward so that our mouths interlocked. I gently caressed her soft skin, running my fingers behind her ear. Then I moved my hands down, as I stuck my tongue into her mouth, and moved it around in a circle, tasting her strawberry flavor.

She was weak and trembling, and I kept moving my hands lower. I cupped them around her breasts, and felt her breathing pick up. With my hand, I started to unbutton her sweater. Then I reached around back, and undid her bra. What a dream it was for me, to take a bra of off another girl!

I got her out of her sweater, and I started to suck on her hard erect nipples. I felt my inner juices flowing at this point. She seemed so weak, so vulnerable, and she was putty in my hands. She was softly moaning, as I changed from her left to her right nipple. I reached behind her, and touched her in the butt, pulling her into me.

Now I pulled down her skirt, and she was there wearing just her panties. I pulled off my sweat shirt, my bra, and my jeans. I took off my panties, and nodded for her to do the same.

"You're so pretty" I said. "You're so soft, so delicate, so beautiful."

With just a gentle push, she fell into the bed, and I went right at her juicy pussy between her legs. I used my tongue, living out my fantasies. I tweaked her nipples as I stimulated her clit, with just the right pressure that I knew from my own experience making love to myself.

She was just a trembling mass of female flesh when I was done with her. And now, I wanted her to do me.

"Guys want you to go down on them" I said. "Pretend I'm your guy. Suck me, baby."

We traded spots, and I was in heaven, as she put her tongue to my soft pink flesh.

"It tastes funny" she said.

"You'll get used to it. Guys taste worse."

She went back to it, and I moved her hands up to my nipples.

"Guys love it when you tweak their nipples too" I said. "And when you tell them how strong and handsome they are. Tell me now."

"Oh baby" she moaned. "You're so strong! You're so handsome! I want you so much!"

I didn't come just once; I came twice! For the first time, making love with a real person, I had multiple orgasms! Now I was the one reduced to just a quivering mass, trying to catch my breath, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I had just made love with a girl for the first time.

We dressed back up, and I wanted to kiss her again.

"I love you" I said.

She blushed. And she immediately pulled back. I think she was ashamed at what we had just done, because from then on, she kind of kept her distance from me. I sent her love notes, but she never responded.

Being attracted to women might have been something that went against her nature, or maybe it shocked her so much she couldn't deal with it. But for me, it just confirmed who I was. It cemented in my mind the fact that I could never truly love a man, and to find happiness, I needed to have a woman of my own.

 

* * *

 

Things went from bad to worse one day. I wrote Melissa a love note, pleading desperately to her that I loved her and I needed her, and more than anything I wanted to be with her. I had written "Life means nothing without love. And without you, I have no love, so I am nothing. Please my dearest love, please come back to me!"

I guess I had gone too far. Melissa responded by taking my note to her parents, who in turn contacted the school. Then the school called me in, along with my parents for a conference.

"I'm afraid your daughter has been making lesbian passes at the other girls" said the principal. "Now she's so infatuated with Melissa, that she wrote this desperate note."

"But it was by mutual consent!" I protested. "She *wanted* to do it with me!"

"That's not what she told her parents. She said you *forced* her to do it. This is a serious charge, and I'm afraid we're going to have to turn this matter over to the proper authorities."

 

I was devastated. Nobody believed me, and there was nothing I could do. There was a 'trial', but nobody believed a word I said. And before I knew what was going on, I was told that I would be shipped off to 'reform school' to complete my highschool career!

Now, for only the second time in years, I cried. But I also steeled my heart. They couldn't 'reform' me. This is who I was. And there was nothing that anyone could do about it.

 

* * *

 

I hated the reform school. They decided that I had done something wrong, and they were going to 'cure' me. There was nothing wrong with me! *They* were the ones who had it wrong, thinking that my sexual preferences weren't 'normal'. So what if I wanted to be with another chick? What business was it of theirs?

I was assigned a room, and immediately I began scoping out the girls, to see which ones were hot. Most of them were in for being troublemakers, being caught with pot, or other minor offenses like that. A bunch of rebellious, dissatisfied girls, looking to get back at the system, and shock people. What a fertile ground I would have to for girlfriends!

They gave us a very regimented schedule, classes to go to, chores to do, and soon I settled into a dull routine. Three times a week, I was to talk to a councilor, who was going to try to 'help' me. She was blathering on about boys, and why didn't I want to be with them.

"I've been with boys" I said angrily. "Do you know what they do? They grab at you. They rush at you, wanting to squeeze your boobs. Then they want to do their business, and leave. They don't care about *your* pleasure, they just care about their own."

"Yes" she replied, "but as they get older, they learn."

"Why should I have to wait for them to grow up, when I can enjoy things now? Have you even thought of the advantages of dating another woman?"

"Advantages?" she said skeptically.

"First, you can't get pregnant from another girl. No need to worry about birth control. Second, you get someone who knows your body as well as you do. A girl knows how to touch you, because she knows how *she* likes to be touched."

"Yes, but..." she started.

"I'm not done!" I snapped. "Have you ever tried to really understand what goes on in a guys head? It's just a big mystery, isn't it? They are emotionally stunted, they don't really understand passion, and they don't get the big picture."

"But you can grow to love a guy" she replied.

I decided to change tactics, since common sense wasn't working on her. I thought it would be really exciting if I could *seduce* her. I started by making sure I had the right posture, so that my boobs stuck out. I played with my hair, and batted my eyes at her.

"Look at your boobs for example" I said. "They are so lovely, so full and firm. Instead of a man just grabbing at them, imagine my mouth wrapped around your nipple. I want to suckle you, and use my tongue on you. I will make you feel *so* excited. More excited that you've ever been in your whole life."

Now I stood up, and walked towards her. She was dumbstruck, and kind of froze up. I put my hand gently on her face.

"I want to touch you all over, softly and gently. I'm going to turn you on, push all of your buttons, and get you *so* wet. I know all of your secret spots, where you *want* to be touched, but a man will never understand. I am going to touch them for you, and you'll just melt."

"I don't...." she started, but I put my finger over my mouth, and said "Shhh."

I moved closer, so that my boobs were almost touching hers, and I put my hand on her face again, stroking it ever so gently. I started on her ear, touching her just right. I could feel her trembling.

"I'm going to kiss you, like you've never been kissed. A kiss with *passion*. A kiss that you will remember for all of your life. Your mouth is so hot. You want me now, don't you?"

She nodded weakly, and I moved in for the kill. I kissed her deeply and gently. I used the kiss as an expression of my emotions, and she responded by becoming even more receptive. I scratched down her back with my nails, and she shivered.

Now I was unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her generous bosom. She was somewhat older, and matronly, with boobs bigger than I had ever gotten my hands on. I reached around her to undo her bra strap, and my hands sought out her nipples.

Her breasts were so much softer and more pliable than mine, which told me that she had babies at one time. The hormones you get in your body when you're pregnant (and after!) mess with your body. Good old Mother Nature again, screwing around with you. I swear, Mother Nature must be menopausal, with all the mood swings she has!

But anyway, back to the breasts at hand. I knew were all the sensitive spots were (like on the underside), and how to touch them to cause maximal arousal. As I did things to her, I worked up her desires. She responded by closing her eyes, and her head fell back. I kissed her neck ever so gently as both of my thumbs were working on her large erect nipples. She moaned softly, and reached over to start undressing me!

Instead of ripping our clothes off, it was a slow gentle teasing dance, removing one item after the next. When we were naked, we kissed again, our warm bodies pressing against each other. I reached down to my right breast, and pulled the nipple up towards her. She put her mouth around it, and began sucking it.

I was so worked up, and so was she. It was time for the next phase. I pushed her back to her desk, and spread her legs wide apart. I went down on her, tasting her sweet juices. I used my hand to penetrate her, and she was *so* wet and receptive! As I worked around, searching for her 'g-spot', I went back to her clit with my tongue. She was moaning loudly now, shaking all over as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure hit her.

Now it was my turn. I had her do the same thing to me, and she sent me several times. I saw stars again. Skyrockets. Beautiful bliss. And when we were done, we came together and hugged each other tightly. We whispered our inner thoughts and feelings to each other, and we agreed that we would start to spend our sessions making love, instead of talking.

"Go out and buy a two-headed dildo" I said, as I put my clothes back on. "I'll knock you out with that next time."

We kissed one final time, then I fixed my hair a bit, so I didn't look so disheveled. She did the same, and blew me a kiss as I walked out the door. I looked back over my shoulder, stuck out my hip, and winked at her.

Wow, what a breakthrough! I had turned an awful counseling session into a date with a woman! I was elated. This was so cool.

 

 

As the weeks passed by, we kept our affair going. But then one day, when I showed up for my session, she was gone. There was a man there. A hard man, with close cropped hair, and a sneer on his face. I asked what happened to her.

"You won't be seeing her anymore" he replied sternly. "She has been fired for conduct unbecoming an employee."

Oh no! Somehow, she had been caught! I was reeling. My sweet little tryst had just evaporated. And now I had a new councilor, a man. What was I going to do? I just sat there as he lectured me on the evil of my ways, and what a corrupting influence I was. And I just sat there and took it as he talked to me about how I should be dating boys. What else could I do?

 

* * *

 

After a week, I had an idea. I put it into motion one day in history class. I told the teacher I needed to use the little girl's room, and she gave me permission to leave. I stood up, and made sure to stick out my chest and keep my best posture. As I walked up the aisle, swinging my hips, I looked right at this one boy, who was nice, but shy. I smiled, and winked at him. There was another cute boy who also seemed to be a loner, in the back. As I walked past him, I ran my nails across his shoulders, ever so gently. I looked back over my shoulder at him, as I walked out the door.

Boys were so easy. I had them both now. Two more pawns in my scheme.

 

I should stop and mention that by this time, I had two regular girlfriends I was making out with. I had put the moves on both of them early on, and now we hooked up almost daily. One of my girls was really feminine and pretty. I think my short hair intimidated her, and she asked my why I kept it like that.

"You're so pretty" she said. "Wouldn't you prefer long hair? You'd look so much nicer."

"How much time do you spend on your hair every day, getting it ready, making it look nice, and keeping it nice?" I asked. "You worry about split ends, conditioning it, washing it, blow drying it, you use a curling iron, hairspray, and all those other things. You worry how you sleep on it. You have to put it into a ponytail when we have gym, then worry what that did to it."

"Yes, so?" she said.

"With my hair, I spend less than 2 minutes total a day on it."

"Wow, I never thought of that."

"I don't let my hair run my life. I don't want long hair getting in the way, covering my face, and all that."

What I didn't tell her was that it would make me feel too much like a girl if I kept it long and pretty. I would rather feel like a boy, at least as much as I could!

I mention my girlfriends here, so that you understand that just because I was flirting with two boys, it wasn't that their reform tactics were working on me! No, I think they more they tried to talk me out of it, the more I decided that being with girls was the right thing for me. It was my nature. And they could never change me. But I was going to change them!

 

Just as I thought, the boys were easy. Within the next 24 hours, both of them approached me, and wanted to talk. They were easy to seduce. I mean, I could have just flashed my boobs and said 'Lets f**k', and they would have done it. You don't need any art or any guile with males. They're way too easy. But I needed them for my little scheme.

So now I was very busy every day, keeping 2 guys and 2 girls happy. I had my little harem, and after some time, they would be glad to help me out.

 

* * *

 

It was time to put my little plan into place. I sat there, acting bored, as my councilor rattled on. My face was blank, but inside I was smiling. This was going to be fun.

"Do you know what your problem is?" I said.

"No" he replied, laughing. He didn't think he had a problem.

"Your problem is that you're trying to talk to a girl, but you have no idea how a girl thinks, or how she feels."

He just stared at me blankly.

"How am I supposed to share my thoughts and feelings with you, if you don't have a clue about what it's like to be a girl? How can we communicate when you don't even understand how I think?"

"At least you're talking now. That's progress. Perhaps we can find some common ground to start on" he said confidently, feeling like he was in control, and had broken the ice between us. Little did he know how much he was about to fall.

"Common ground" I said, echoing his words. "Yes, I think that is a great idea. I was about to suggest something very much like that."

I reached into my backpack that I had carried into the room with me. Instead of being full of it's usual cargo of books, pens and notebooks, I had it stuffed full with something else, carefully arranged so I could pull out the items as I needed them.

I removed the bra and panty set that was on the top. They were pink and frilly. Perfect for a girly-girl. They weren't actually mine; I had borrowed them from one of the girls in my harem, who liked to dress very feminine. I hadn't told her that they were him though!

"If you're going to start thinking like a girl" I said, "you need to start by dressing up as one. Lets start with these. Put them on for me."

He looked at me with wide open eyes betraying his shock and fear. Two stupid little pieces of underwear for a girl, and he was acting as if I was pointing a gun at him or something!

"I....I'm not going to wear those. Put them away please. This is ridiculous" he said.

"I wasn't asking you a question" I replied. "I was giving you an order. Now do it!"

"And just what makes you think that I'd ever follow an order from you?"

I smiled. I loved the big setup. Now it was time to really shock him.

"This" I said, pulling out a piece of paper from my backpack, and handing it to him. "As you can read, it is a formal complaint that I and several of the other students will be filing against you. Now if it was just I accusing you of using your position of power to gain sexual favors from students, then it would be laughed at. But as you can see, there are four others will be filing this with me, and who will swear that you did things to them."

"But it's not true!" he said.

"Does that really matter now honey?" I replied. "All that you should care about now, is saving yourself. Either you follow my orders, or else this will be filed, and soon you'll be out of a job, and probably in prison."

"You can't get four students to lie against me!" he raged.

"I already have. You see, I took your advice. I've been seeing boys now too. It's amazing what you can get a teenage boy to do for you, when he's getting sex in return. They are very easy to manipulate, you know. I thank you for giving me the idea to get some boys to help me!"

"Why you little..." he started.

"Temper, temper!" I warned, holding up the bra and panties to him. "Now lets try this again. I gave you an order. Put these on. Now!!!!"

He took them with a shaking hand. I could tell his mind was racing. He was trying to figure out how he had just fallen under my power, and what in the world he could do. I had made it clear to him: obey me, or he'd lose his job and his reputation (as well as his freedom). So he had no choice, really.

There was a divider in the room, between where was sat and his desk. He stepped behind it, out of modesty I guess. And he did it! He put them on! I was so happy that I was floating. He was all mine now, and he would do whatever I wanted.

And what I wanted, was to turn him into a girl.

 

"Very good" I said. "From now on, I will call you Vicki. That is your new name, now that you are becoming a girl. Tell me Vicki, how does it feel to wear a bra for the first time?"

"This is so wrong" he said.

"I agree completely. How have a bra, but nothing to hold up with it! Here, have a couple of hand towels I took from the laundry room. You can stuff your bra with these, until we figure out how to get some really boobs on your chest."

You should have seen his face as he stuffed his bra with the towels. It came out kind of uneven, and it didn't look as smooth as it should have. I needed to figure out something better to stuff them with, but I was limited on materials!

"Very good Vicki. Now you have a nice girlish chest. Very pretty."

"Please, what do you want from me?" he said, his voice trembling.

"I want to turn you into a girl. And *then*, we can talk" I said.

 

Now something really unexpected was happening to me as I talked to him. Much to my surprise, I found that I just *loved* the feeling of power I had over him. It was such a rush to have a male in my control! I never wanted to control a woman, but making a man do exactly what I wanted just sent me.

But more than that, I felt another overwhelming sensation: seeing him with 'boobs' on his chest really turned me on, like nothing had before. Just like the moment when I had my first kiss with a girl, and felt swept away by it, this was just the same. I wasn't even attracted to him, since he was too old and heavy for me, but I was massively turned on. In my head a light bulb went off. If *he* turned me on like this, what would happen if I could get one of my boys to dress up? I felt that tingle between my legs, and I was getting wet, just thinking of it! Wow.

I had to deny my own pleasure for the moment though, and get back to the task at hand. I had to cement the deal, so that he didn't find a way to back out when I saw him next time. This was critical. I had been so afraid that I'd get him past the first step, then he'd backslide on me. So I needed to keep moving him forward.

 

I pulled out a tube of lipstick from my bag. It was an old one, and I was almost out of it. I wouldn't want to waste a new tube for this!

"Here's your lipstick Vicki. Hold still so I can put it on you. Pay attention, because you'll be doing this yourself in the future."

I put the bright pink lipstick on him, and he looked ridiculous. But that was the point. I handed the tube over to him.

"Put that in your purse Vicki" I said, "in case you need to touch it up."

He just looked at me, like a helpless puppy, not knowing what to do. Perfect.

"Now I happen to know as a fact, that you keep an instant camera in you desk. When the guys had a fight last week, you took pictures of the bruises they left on each other, for their files. Give me the camera. Now."

His hands were shaking as he handed over to me.

"Now unbutton your blouse Vicki, enough so that we can all see a bit of your bra. Spread it open a bit, so you're showing some bra strap on the side. Yes, very good. Good girl."

There he was, wearing lipstick, and an open shirt exposing the top of his stuffed bra. You could see the white towels a bit, which was a shame, but what the heck. This wasn't for a magazine spread or anything. With a flash, I took the picture.

"Okay, now you can close your shirt Vicki. All that hair on your chest is disgusting. You'll have all that shave off before we meet again next time, won't you? Now turn to your side, so I can get you in profile. Puff your chest out so your boobs show!"

I took the second picture. I put them on the table where he could see, as the instantly developed. He was horrified.

"Now to your copier machine" I said.

I made twenty copies of the photos, but I made him turn his back so he couldn't see how many copies I made. Even though they were black and white, you could still tell it was him, and you could still see the 'boobs' and the darkened lips.

"This one is for you Vicki. These are for safe keeping, and of course I'll be hiding the originals where you'll never find them. And since I made extra copies, you'll never know how many I have, or where they all are. I should inform you though, that should *anything* happen to me, like a surprise room inspection, any discipline, even being kept 5 minutes late in a class....well, then you'll find these posted very publicly. You don't want that, do you Vicki?"

"No" he said sheepishly.

"Very good. Then you understand your position. So lets sum things up. You belong to me now. I am turning you into a girl. And you are going to do whatever it is I say. Isn't that right Vicki?"

"Yes" he whispered.

 

Oh what a glorious triumph! I hadn't been 100% confident that I could pull it off, but it had worked perfectly! And now that I had the photos, there was no way that he could try to turn me in, or get me into trouble. Of course, I'd hide them well, in a secret place he'd never find them. And I'd spread the other copies around too. What was he going to do, send people out to find the pictures of him as a girl? No way! I was safe now. And he was mine.

"You have homework for our next session Vicki" I said. "You will shave off all of your body hair. That means your legs, and under your arms too. You will be wearing your bra and panties when I arrive, but I'll let you off the hook: you don't have to stuff your bra when you wear it around. Yet. I look forward to next time, so we can continue your transition."

I picked up my backpack, and left as he sat there in his state of shock. I ran to my room, and started the process of hiding the photos and the copies. He might look under the bed, so I put a piece of plain white paper there, on which I wrote "I told you not to look Vicki! Now you're in trouble!".

I rolled up one of the copies into a tight cylinder. Then I lifted up one leg of the bed, and slid it up inside the hollow metal tube. I let go, and it spread out. I made sure it wouldn't just slip out. It was secure. I put the bed back down, and went on to my next hiding spot.

And then I was ready for a 'date' with one of my boys. I decided to try what I had done earlier that day: get him into a bra. It was easy, actually. I just told him it would really turn me on, and he did it. I loved the helpless look on his face as I stuffed it full of paper towels. I was much happier with how they worked out, compared to the towels in my first experiment. They cups looked smoother, and they didn't stick out at the top. But they were still uneven, and I wasn't quite happy.

But with a tight shirt on him, now it looked like he had boobs, and I really got turned on. He liked it when I went down on him, so I did that for him, and I pretended he was a girl. Then I got him to do it for me, for the first time. Looking down as I sat in the chair, seeing him on his knees, looking up at my helplessly, with his stuffed bra clearly visible, I felt so powerful, so wonderful. And I came *so* hard! A male never got me off like this before. I was really onto something. This was almost as good as doing it with a chick. And I had lots of paper towels to clean up the wet spot on the chair, when we were done.

 

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It was two days later, and it was time for my next meeting with 'Vicki'. Just as I had asked, 'she' had shaved off all of 'her' body hair. That was great, because I had taken an extra school uniform from the laundry room.

"Here's your uniform Vicki" I said. "Now go put it on."

If I had to wear a stupid plaid skirt, high white socks, a white blouse and a blue jacket, then *she* needed to wear one too. I also had my next idea of a bra stuffer to try: I had taken a bunch of pillowcases. They were made of a much softer fabric than the towels, so I figured they'd look less lumpy. And by using five on each side, it would hopefully come out more even. I was pleased with the results, as Vicki emerged from behind the divider.

"You look very pretty today. Now sit down" I said.

Vicki quickly came, and sat down.

"We only have so much time together Vicki, so we will use that time wisely. I know it will be difficult for you during your initial transition, but once you've become a girl, I think you'll really come to like it."

"Transition?" said Vicki.

"At first, we'll be doing things you can hide, like shaving your legs. But as you progress, you won't be able to hide it. Soon, everyone will look at you, and *know* that you are becoming a girl. I can't wait until you get real boobs, or start taking estrogen. You'll look so cute once you start plucking your eyebrows, and wearing full makeup every day. Did I mention that you'll not be cutting your hair, until it gets long and full? Or would you rather get a wig right away, so you can look pretty sooner?"

Of course, I made Vicki learn how to sit like a proper girl, how to walk, how to stand. And I took more pictures. I was having a ball, and this time was supposed to be punishment for me! Instead, I was turning it into punishment for Vicki.

 

Now I started on my boyfriends with a vengeance. Soon, I had them dressing in a uniform like mine, wearing makeup, and the works. They'd do it, because they got to sleep with me. I wasn't making them dress up full time. Yet. But I was very pleased with their progress. I had named them Margaret and Jenine. I told them that if they passed me notes in class, they had to use their new female names.

I had them all outsmarted. I was doing what I wanted, having multiple lovers every day, and exercising control over males. I had two girlfriends as lovers, and I was deciding if I wanted to add another boy to my harem.

But then, came a shock to me: Vicki outsmarted me! I had never thought a man could outsmart me, and I guess I got a little too cocky. I was called in for an unscheduled meeting, and I felt that something was wrong right away.

I got into the room, hoping to see Vicki dressed up in the schoolgirl uniform. Instead, he was dressed in a suit and tie. And much worse than that, I saw my parents! I must have turned white. I was going to be in *so* much trouble when they found out what I had been up to.

"There she is" said my mom, proudly, which was confusing.

"You're all set" said Vicki. "She is cured, and you can take her home now. Good day."

"Come on baby, we're going home" said Dad.

I was shocked. I was having so much fun, I didn't want to leave now! I had a harem. I had girls who loved me. I had guys who was *turning* into girls, and they loved me too. And of course, I had Vicki, who I wanted to turn into a real girl.

I decided that something feminine must have rubbed off on Vicki, since she suddenly got smart enough to trick me. I gave her a look as I walked out, so she'd know not to mess with me. I decided to leave the pictures hidden around the school. Maybe someone would find them one day. Then Vicki could suffer the consequences.

 

* * *

 

I was home now, and I learned a valuable lesson. Well, two lessons actually. No, make that three. Lesson number one: be more discrete with my lovers. Don't let mom and dad catch me with a girl again. I'd find a girl like me some day, and we'd be happy together.

Lesson number two: I could easily ensnare a boy, and have fun by turning him into a girl. It wasn't quite the same as being with a real girl, but at least it would satisfy my thirst until I found the right girl for me. And third, I learned that I really loved making love. I wanted it every day, all the time. Whether with a boy, a girl, or a vibrator, I was going to get as much of it as I could.

I had mom take me to the mall when we got home, and I bought some things to please her. A couple of skirts, a few blouses, and girly looking tank tops. I also bought heels for the first time. She thought I was cured, and finally acting out my feminine side. But in fact, these new clothes were just a disguise for me. I had learned how much boys liked looking at a girl in a skirt. I wanted to make myself look as attractive as possible to them, so I could ensnare them in my trap, and start their transformation.

Who knows, maybe I'll even let my hair grow out. But just a bit. Shoulder length at the most! And then watch out world, here I come. Wheee!!!!

  

  

  

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