Sirens

by Jennifer White

  

When Ken was just eleven years old, it started. The urges. He saw his sister's clothes, and wanted to wear them. He had no idea why. He just wanted to. But it was wrong! It frightened him. It scared him. Why would he want to wear a dress? He tried to keep these terrible thoughts out of his head, but they kept coming back.

He remembered vividly at the age of fourteen, seeing one of his cousins wearing just a bra and panties. He had gone into a his bedroom, where she was dressing after having gone swimming in his pool. Most young boys would have drooled over her small budding breasts, and the chance to see a girl in just her underwear. But he had a different thought: he wanted to dress like that. He wanted to put her bra on! He wanted to wear her panties!

He turned away in shame and humiliation. No! He was a boy! Boys didn't wear girl's clothes! Why did he want to so much?

* * *

 

At age sixteen, Ken was starting to become a young man. He shaved from time to time, and he was dating girls. Yet, the thoughts persisted in his head. When he made out with a girl, and felt her up, his young man's body would become excited. But in his head, he was thinking of taking her bra off, so that he could put it on himself! He longed to be surrounded by a skirt, having it flow around him, no matter which way he turned. To have it twirl as he spun around...

No! Stop it! Don't think such things! But he couldn't help it. The thoughts were always there, just outside his conscious mind. As much as he tried not to, he couldn't help but to hear the thoughts, the longings. He never acted on them, but they were always there.

On many occasions, Ken found himself dreaming of wearing girl's clothes. In fact, when he had 'wet dreams', it was usually for such a situation. He would dream of going around in a bra and a skirt. When he woke up, his pants were a mess. It upset him that his sex dreams were of him dressed up like a girl. Sometimes, he'd have long hair, and be pretty. This upset him even more. Stop it! No!

* * *

 

It was July, and Ken was excited about summer vacation. His parents had planned a three week trip to Europe, so he was going to be sent off to stay with relatives up north. His uncle Walt had passed away, but his aunt Abigail still had the beautiful house in the forest. Her daughters, his cousins, Annabelle, Bianca, and Colette were from age 14 to 19. They had been close growing up, each staying at the others houses for a week or two every summer. He looked forward to going up north, walking through the woods, fishing, camping, and all of the other fun things he used to do. He would miss his uncle though, but he loved his aunt and cousins.

 

He was all packed up, and rode up there with his folks. They stayed the weekend, before driving home, then getting ready for their long flight to Paris. They would be touring the countryside, so they didn't know if they'd be able to call very often. It was bittersweet as they left. They loved their son, but they hadn't taken a trip to France since their honeymoon. And he was in good hands. The honked the horn as they pulled out of the driveway.

* * *

 

The first week was fun. Ken went camping, walked through the woods alone, went fishing, and did all of the things he used to do with his uncle. He missed him, and it wasn't quite the same without him. After a few days, he started to stay in the house, in the third bedroom. With four girls in the house, and no boys, the closets and most of the dresser drawers were filled with women's clothes. It took all of his willpower not to dress up. He had ample opportunity, but he resisted still.

One day, the three girls and his aunt had an appointment at the beauty salon.

"Would you like to go with us? You could get a haircut" said his aunt.

"You could get your nails done too" teased Annabelle.

"No thanks, I think I'll stay here and go fishing" said Ken.

"Just like your uncle" said aunt Abigail.

The girls all got into the bright red SUV, and drove off, sending a cloud of dust from the dirt road into the air.

 

Ken was completely alone now. He went to the garage, and sorted through his tackle box. He made sure he had the proper gear, and laid it out on the table. He went into the house to pack a lunch. He would head into the woods, and might be there by the little stream for hours. So he wanted to bring provisions.

He put the bologna sandwich into the brown paper bag, along with an apple, and a juice box. He went to the bathroom, washed his hands, then returned to the kitchen. The frilly decorations and pretty flowers everywhere were a constant reminder that he was alone in a house full of only girls.

"They're gone for hours! Now is your chance. Try on a dress!" he thought.

No! No way. He had to get out of there, and go fishing before his strong urge got the best of him. He was *not* going to do it!

"You're all alone! Now is the time!" he heard in his head.

"No!" he said aloud.

"Just the panties. Wear them under your clothes" said a voice in his head. A *female* voice. A voice that seemed to be from a dream....

Ken was suddenly aware of the presence of another person. He spun around, and saw a tall beautiful woman, dressed in the purest white, with gold trim. She had a glowing complexion, and it seemed that light was emanating from her.

"Who....who are you?" he said. She seemed familiar too, like from his dreams.

"I am Allina. I am a siren. Do you know what that means?"

"Like the sirens that sang to Ulysses?"

"Yes, those are my sisters."

"You're not real" he said defiantly.

"But we're talking, aren't we? Either I'm real, or you have gone mad. Are you insane?"

"No!" he sad angrily.

"Then I must be real" she said, in her always calm, sweet voice.

"What do you want from me?" he asked.

"Why do you ignore our song?"

"What song?"

"The one we sing you every day. You resist us, and will not give in."

"Give in to what?" he said. He wasn't sure what she was talking about.

"This" she said, holding up a bra and panties.

"I'm not a girl. I'm not wearing them!" he protested.

"Ah but you will. You cannot resist us forever. Just put them on."

"No!"

He was defiant. Nothing would make him dress like a girl! What would everybody say? There was no way he would ever ever do that!

Allina shook her head. She began to hum. It was a sweet familiar melody, and he was instantly entranced. He wanted to run out the door, but he found himself unable to walk away. His eyes stared wide open at her face. His mouth agape. He was powerless to resist the song of the siren.

Allina now started to sing her song. He could only listen, unable to resist her power. Her words filled his mind.

 

Imagine yourself, wrapped up in silk and in lace,

The pleasures you will feel, the feelings that it brings.

Your inner woman, now expresses herself in full,

She flows through you, and you rejoice.

 

To wear a bra, with cups of lace, and straps that pull,

'cross shoulders and your back.

You want so much! You long to feel!

The pleasure flows! The feelings rise!

 

Ken walked behind her, into his cousin's room. As she sang, he undressed, his eyes still firmly on her. He was naked before her, but felt no shame. His hands shook as he took the bra from her. He had trouble at first with the clasps, but he soon got them in place, and let it go with a snap on his back.

Oh the pleasure he felt! He was wearing a bra! Him! It was overwhelming. All of the desires he had been feeling for years and years, released all at once! He ejaculated, and the orgasm wasn't even close to the pleasure he felt from wearing the bra with the lacy cups.

Allina sang on.

 

Soft and silky, with edges of lace,

The panties rest, against your skin.

Smooth in front, and in the back,

You long to feel, their soft embrace.

 

Ken put the panties on, and ran his hands across the soft material. There was no fly in the front like he was used to; they were smooth. He felt across his butt, and they were so soft and silky there, that it sent tingles up and down his spine.

 

Your legs are long, taught and tan,

But pantyhose will show them off,

The tight brown mesh, it pulls on you,

Each movement makes you shiver joy.

 

Ken put his foot into the pantyhose, and rolled them on. He pulled the control top up to his tummy, and turned to look in the mirror. His senses were heightened. Every movement made a bit of air move through the tight mesh, and he felt delight. Other than the unsightly bulge in his crotch, his legs looked so wonderful! So feminine!

Allina held up a skirt, and brushed it against his legs. The feel of the fabric rubbing against the pantyhose was wonderful! He wanted to put it on so much! He took it from her hand as she sang.

 

A skirt, a skirt, you long to wear,

It wraps you up, encircles you.

You feel it drape, against your legs,

You turn and feel it, surround you.

 

Ken pulled the skirt on, and zipped it up in back. He turned to the mirror and felt a woosh as the skirt spun on him, like in his dreams. Each movement he made caused it to rub against his pantyhose, sending electric signals to his brain. He was in rapture!

 

A buxom girl, you long to be,

Your chest you cannot stand to see,

To fill your cups, you have no doubt,

You feel a sigh, as they fill out.

 

Ken stuffed his bra with socks, until the cups were ready to burst. Instead of his flat muscular chest, he now looked like he had breasts. Waves of pleasure flowed over him as he felt the full cups rub against his inner arms. He cupped his hands over his bra. Just like in his dreams! Ah, the pleasure! He never felt so right in all his life! He realized that this what was missing! He was meant to have breasts, and only now did his true inner feeling come through!

 

Straps so thin, and neck of "V",

Your top shows your femininity,

Your shoulders bare, and all the rest,

Makes a man stare at your chest.

 

Ken put on the black tank top with the thin straps. They were barely enough to cover the bra straps, but having some strap showing looked sexy. The V-neck made they eyes wander down, to where it puffed out in the two perfect rounded mounds held up by his bra. He felt so sexy! He felt alive!

 

Your feet are bare, but not for long,

As shoes you seek, with heels so high.

Your foot slips in, it makes you feel,

So pretty and so girlishly.

 

Ken's feet barely fit into Annabelle's shoes. She was older than him, so their feet were almost the same size. He was amazed at how it made his legs look so much sexier in the mirror! It took a few moments to get used to wearing a shoe with a heel, and the tight toe pinched a bit. But it was worth it, for the look it gave his feet. He smiled as he spun around.

 

A girl you've always wished to be,

Today your female side, is now unleashed.

And you are glad, today I came,

Because now *Lisa* is your name!

 

Ken didn't feel like a boy anymore. Now that he was dressed in his cousin's clothes, he felt pretty! He felt feminine! The name 'Ken' just didn't fit him anymore. He was Lisa! Yes, Lisa was his name, now that he was dressed like a girl. The name rolled off his tongue. Lisa!

Allina reached out to 'Lisa'. She touched him on the forehead, then gave him a kiss on the lips. Lisa's eyes closed as excitement tingled up and down her spine. She really felt like a girl! She had to touch herself between her legs to see if it was real or not.

She felt so feminine! She was a girl in every way, except in body!

"Please Allina, please finish the job! Make me become a woman!" said Lisa.

But Allina smiled, and began to fade from sight. As she faded, Lisa heard a door open. The girls were home!

* * *

 

Lisa walked out of the bedroom, calmly and coolly.

"Ken! What are you doing!" said aunt Abigail.

"I'm not Ken. I'm Lisa" she said confidently.

"Look Anna, he's wearing your clothes!" said Colette teasingly.

The women were all beautiful from their trip to the beauty salon. Lisa was jealous of their long pretty hair, and their finely manicured nails, painted bright happy colors.

"You look wonderful" said Lisa. "That nail color is perfect for you Bianca. And your hair looks so nice like that Annabelle. Aunt Abigail! Did they pluck your eyebrows? They make your eyes just glow."

"Uh, yes Ken. I never knew you were so observant about beauty. Most boys don't see things like that."

"I'm not Ken. I'm Lisa now."

"Okay 'Lisa', what is going on? How long have you been doing this?"

"This is my true self. This is the real me" said Lisa. "I want to be like you."

 

"This might be fun" said Bianca. "Can I put makeup on him?"

"Her!" scolded Lisa.

"*Her*!" said Bianca, sticking out her tongue. Lisa stuck hers out back.

"Then you can do my nails" said Lisa. "And I want to get my ears pierced."

 

Abigail was exasperated. This boy was in her care. If her sister came home, and her boy was now a girl, she would blame Abigail for doing something to him. She wanted to punish him, ground him, but what could she do? If he was like that, then it must be something that had been going on for a long time.

She decided that the best thing to do would be to let him get this out of his system. It must just be a phase. Or maybe she could scare him. He *was* a boy. Perhaps if she pushed him far enough, he would reach a point where he would realize that this was wrong. She would push him until she found that point.

 

"Listen up girls. You are to treat Lisa like a girl from now on, at all times. Is that understood?"

"Yes mother" said the three together.

"We are going to do everything we can for her to make her feel pretty and feminine."

"Yes mother!"

"Lisa, you look ridiculous with that outfit. Take it off, shave your legs, and meet us in Annabelle's room."

"Yes Aunt Abigail" said Lisa.

Lisa went off to shower, and shave her legs. She also shaved her chest and her underarms. She felt ashamed looking at that *thing* between her legs. And her small breasts. She wished she had a body like Annabelle did.

After her shower, she put her panties and bra back on, then the bathrobe that Abigail had given her. she walked into Annabelle's bedroom.

"Sit down here at the vanity" said Abigail. Lisa complied.

Colette went to work on Lisa's toenails, cutting, filing and shaping them. She pushed back the cuticles too, then put cotton balls between her toes. She started to paint them a bright red.

Meanwhile, Bianca applied 'press on' nails to Lisa's fingers. She used a glue so that they would stay on a long time, and not come off easily. She cut them to a perfect oval shape, filed them, then started to apply nail polish.

Lisa was loving the attention. While Bianca was going at her hands, Annabelle had applied a goopy green mask to her face, and had wrapped a towel around her head after applying some sort of mousse to it. While the mask dried, she dug through her drawers. She pulled out several pieces of jewelry.

She put rings on Lisa's fingers, after the nail polish had dried. She put on a necklace with a peace sign, and a bracelet which just barely fit over the wrist. Lisa wondered if she would even be able to take it off. Annabelle handed Colette an anklet, which she put on Lisa's left ankle.

"We'll get you some earrings when we go to the mall" said Annabelle. She removed the facial mask, and Lisa's skin never looked as nice. Annabelle went to work with the makeup.

She applied some foundation, then went to work with the rouge, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, lipstick, and other things that Lisa didn't even recognize. She applied just a small amount of a powder which sparkled in the light. Lisa was amazed at the look of her face! It was pretty! Just like she had always dreamed of!

 

The girls were almost done with her. They gave her back her pantyhose and skirt, and told her to put them on. She did so, and stuffed the bra again. She was about to pick out a top, when Aunt Abigail walked into the room.

"I did some shopping while the girls were working on you" she said.

She had a couple of shopping bags. First, she pulled out a box that held two silicon breast forms. Lisa was excited as her aunt pulled the socks out, and inserted the falsies. At first, they felt cold to the touch, but they rapidly warmed. The even jiggled a bit when Lisa moved! They looked so real, as if she really did have breasts. Lisa couldn't stop smiling.

Next, Abigail had a wig. Long auburn hair, just like her daughter's own hair. The mousse on Lisa's head kept the hair pulled down flat. The wig slipped over the top easily, and was secured in place. Lisa looked in the mirror, and almost cried when she saw the face of a pretty young girl looking back at her.

"You are very pretty Lisa" said Abigail. "Now get your top on"

She handed Lisa a top from the bag. It was white and lacy, with a low plunging neckline. It had long sleeves, with frilly cuffs at the end. Lisa buttoned it up, and stepped into her high heel shoes. She felt so pretty! She *was* pretty. Just as she was always meant to be.

 

"Wow, you look just like a girl!" said Colette.

"Colette, Lisa *is* a girl, remember?" scolded Anabelle.

"I'm sorry" she said, her head down.

"That's OK Colette" said Lisa. "I'm not upset about it."

"But I am" said Abigail. "You *are* a girl, and I won't have my daughters acting like you are not."

* * *

 

After dinner, they all headed to the mall. Lisa was excited to get a chance to shop for some clothes of her own. She bought bras and panties, a dress, jeans, several tops, and three skirts. She also went to the makeup counter at the department store, and bought her own supplies.

But the highlight for her was getting her ear pierced, with two small diamond chips with gold in each ear. She felt so special, so pretty!

 

Abigail was surprised that Lisa was still going through with this. Lisa didn't seem to have a problem with going out in public dressed like a girl. She didn't have a problem buying intimate apparel from real girls in a store! She actually liked getting her ears pierced! Abigail decided to turn up the heat on Lisa.

 

"Lisa, lets sit for a while. My feet are sore" she said.

"Sure thing" said Lisa, sitting by her aunt. She was so happy.

They chatted for a while, about clothes and girly things. Lisa was really getting into it.

"What do you think of that guy?" asked Abigail, pointing to a young man who was looking into the window of the CD store they were facing.

"He's cute!" said Lisa.

"Would you like to date a boy like that?"

"Yes, if he's nice"

"Stay here" she said. She walked up to the young man. In a moment, they both walked back to Lisa.

"Lisa, this is Roger."

"Hi!" said Lisa.

"Roger, as I said, my niece is shy, but she wanted to meet you."

"Hello Lisa. Nice to meet you" he said holding out his hand. Lisa shook hands with him, as she stood up. He looked her up and down, and liked what he saw.

"Lisa needs a date for tomorrow, and she wanted to see if you were available" said Abigail.

Lisa elbowed her, which made Abigail smile. She was finally getting to Lisa.

"Come on" whispered Lisa into her ear. "Leave us alone! He'll never go out with me if *you* ask him for me."

Abigail turned to give them some privacy.

"Sorry about my Aunt. She means well. So how do you like living up here...." she started.

* * *

 

"Lisa has a date for tomorrow?" asked Annabelle, as they got into the car to drive back home.

"He's really cute!" said Lisa.

The girls in the back seat looked at each other. What was going on? Their cousin was acting just like a girl! Now he had a date with a boy!

"Are you going to kiss him?" asked Colette.

"If he's nice" said Lisa with a grin.

"What if he wants to have sex?"

"Not on a first date! What kind of girl do you think I am?" said Lisa.

There was silence. Nobody dared answer that question.

* * *

 

Back home, Lisa unpacked her new clothes, including the nightie that Aunt Abigail had bought for her. She put it on, and went to sleep. She dreamed feminine dreams all night long. She dreamed of being a mother, and holding her baby to her breast. She dreamed of being a bride, and getting married. She dreamed of having sex, lying on her back, allowing him inside her. She dreamed of running through fields of flowers. Visions of dresses, bras and skirts danced in her head.

* * *

 

"Mom, where are my pills?" asked Anabelle. She was on birth control pills, and took one every morning. But try as she might, she could not find them.

"Did you look in the medicine cabinet?" asked her mother.

"Of course. I can't find them!"

"Hold on"

Abigail looked in the cupboard too, but the pills were nowhere to be found. And that's when she noticed: her hormone pills were missing too! She had a hysterectomy, so her doctor put her on estrogen. She took one pill every day at lunch. But her hormones were gone too. She turned and marched angrily into Lisa's room.

"Lisa! Did you take my pills?" said Abigail.

"Yes, all of them. And the birth control pills too" said Lisa proudly.

"Do you know what those will do to you! You had no right to take them! You are in trouble!"

"I'm sorry, but my body needed them."

"Your body! You're a boy! Boy's don't need estrogen!"

"I'm sorry Aunt Abigail, but I'm not a boy. I'm a girl. I need the hormones so my body can correct itself. I'll never have real breasts if I don't start taking estrogen."

"You are not a girl!" said Abigail, at her wit's end.

"I am!" said Lisa defiantly.

"You're a girl?"

"Yes!"

"Then what do you call that thing between your legs?"

"Oh that. I'm going to have it removed. I'm like you, really. I just have this birth defect. I'm going to find a doctor to remove it. It's very unsightly, don't you think?"

"Its a penis Ken, and you were born with it! Do you know what it is for?"

"Its what guys use when the have sex with us" said Lisa, "and I'm not Ken!"

"You're not one of 'us'! We are going to a doctor right now."

"Wonderful! She can remove my growth and..."

"Not that kind of doctor! A psychologist!"

* * *

 

Lisa dressed in her prettiest clothes, and begged to have her cousins help with her makeup since she didn't know enough yet about how to apply it. They waited in the doctor's office, with Lisa reading Cosmo, ignoring Sports Illustrated and Fly Fishing Monthly.

When they were called in, Dr. Collins met them in a room with two comfortable couches.

"Doctor, thanks for seeing us so quickly. My nephew Ken has been staying with us. Yesterday, we came home, and he was dressed like this. He insisted that his name is Lisa. I played along with it, hoping he would pop out of it. But last night, he asked a boy out for a date! And today, he took all of my estrogen pills, as well as my daughter's birth control pills. He says he wants to grow breasts!"

She started to cry.

"I don't know what to do..."

"There, there" said Doctor Collins, an older woman who's blond hair had gray strands mixed in. "Let me talk to him alone."

 

It was ninety minutes later when Abigail was asked back into the room.

"Abigail, I have interviewed Lisa, had her take some tests, and gone through certain exercises with her. She really seems to be a female on the inside. I know this is hard to accept, but she truly believes that she is a girl."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Treat her like one. Let her be who she is. There is nothing you can do to stop her. This is not your fault. It is who she is. When her parents get back from Europe, she wants to go on the waiting list for gender reassignment surgery. She has to wait at least a year, and live like a girl for that time. I have a prescription for her, to take hormones. Just let her be who she is, and everyone will be happy."

* * *

 

Back home, Abigail was still trying to make sense of it all. Ken was now Lisa, and on his way to becoming a real girl. Lisa seemed so happy, hanging out with her cousins, doing girlish things. She even went out on her date with the boy. It would be just a short summer romance, since she had to return home once her parents returned from their trip. But it made her happy, so Abigail let it continue on.

When it was time to put Lisa on the bus for the trip home, Abigail wondered what her sister would think of her. But Lisa reassured her that she would explain everything to them, and it was in no way Abigail's fault. She was so kind and loving, now that she was a girl.

"You make a wonderful girl. You'll be a woman some day" said Abigail.

Lisa hugged her, and wiped the tears from her eyes as she boarded the bus.

"I'll never forget all you did for me. I love you aunt Abigail! See you next summer!"

 

Lisa rode on the bus and looked out the window. She was excited to get on with her new life. She couldn't wait to show her parents that she had found her true self. She brushed the hair from her eyes, and looked at the young man sitting beside her. He was cute.

"Hi, I'm Lisa" she said.

  

  

  

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