Sissysat Reprieve

by Danielle

Original by Gingerfred Man (Sissysat)

 

Part One (Excerpt from Original)

 

Chapter One

Big Changes

 

Mom and I have only had each other since Dad ran away with a pizza-delivery girl three years ago and we did just fine, thank you. Mom had been smart enough to siphon off cash from their joint accounts when Dad started ordering pizzas seven days a week, so money was not a problem. She had always been a stay-at-home Mom, which we both liked very much.

That was why I couldn't understand why she wanted to make all those big changes.

She didn't need to go back to work. She said she needed it for her "sanity" and "to feel fulfilled." Wasn't it fulfilling enough just to take care of me?

Then she laid the really big one on me. I was going to a babysitter every day after school! Me! Fourteen years old and never been babysat!

My protests were loud, frequent and intense. But Mom was adamant.

"You'll love going to Mrs. Evans' home every day, Charlie," she said. "I've checked things out there very carefully and her babysitting 'methods' will be very agreeable to you. Anyway, there are other boys you know there, so it'll be fun for you."

It was true that Mrs. Evans babysat David, Mark and Paul too. I knew those guys since kindergarten, but it was demeaning to be babysat at our age. We were in high school for goodness sakes. When I spoke to the three boys about it, they were very enthusiastic about me joining them and said I would be very happy at the Evans' home.

I didn't care what they said. It was humiliating.

Why couldn't things just stay the way they were?

 

Chapter Two – Welcome to the Sitter

 

I was miserable that Monday morning when Mom dolled up for her first day on the job. I had to admit that she looked very good. But I was mad at her for the situation she had put me in.

I pulled a face in a last attempt to change her mind, or at least to make Mom feel really bad about her decision. It was in vain.

"Remember, Charlie," Mom said as she put in her gold-hoop earring. "The bus driver knows to drop you at the Evans' and the other boys will be getting off there too. You get the A-3 bus, not the A-7 and no funny business or I'll warm your bottom, drag you over there and have Mrs. Evans spank your bare-bottom too."

Whoa! Mom's dark side. I didn't see that very often. It was time to toe the line.

That day after school, I got on the stinking A-3 bus and sat with David, Mark and Paul. They were good guys, but not my bunch. And kind of wimpy for my taste.

Sighing, I got off the bus with the three lads when we reached the Evans' street and walked with them to meet my fate.

How bad could it be?

Mrs. Evans opened the door to greet us. She was an attractive, 40-something woman, who, Mom said, loved children, but had none of her own.

She smelled very nice when she kissed me in welcome and I guess I was surprised that she had a nice dress, stockings and heels on in the afternoon in her own home. Mom dressed like that all the time, but so few women seemed to any more.

David, Mark and Paul made a big fuss over Mrs. Evans. Each gave her a big hug and kiss that told me they really enjoyed their afternoons at her home.

The nice lady took us to her kitchen to give us milk and cookies, then she released the other boys. "Go get changed into your play clothes, boys," she said. "I'll explain some of the house rules to Charlie."

Play clothes? Did they keep them there? I didn't have any. Mom didn't say anything about that. Already, I was feeling out of step. The boys giggled a little when Mrs. Evans said "play clothes." They even gave me funny looks. When they saw my lack of comprehension, they giggled even more.

Hmmmm.

Mrs. Evans took me into the family room, [she called it the "playroom"], sat me on a couch and sat across from me on a chair. We spent a pleasant 20 minutes or so discussing mostly me and I didn't hear anything about "house rules."

Then I did. "Charlie," she said. "I love children and have been in childcare for many years. It's taught me a few lessons. The biggest one, I guess, is that boys your age are very hard to manage. You're wild and unruly. Like little beasts. At first, I tried to control boys with bare-bottom spankings and lots of corner time, then naked spankings, but nothing worked. So I discovered a solution that was right for everyone and made everyone deliriously happy. I made unruly boys into sweet, little angels."

I didn't like the sound of that one little bit. What kind of awfulness could she do that was more of a deterrent to bad behavior than a naked spanking?

In a moment, I had my answer.

"You can come in now, angels," Mrs. Evans said.

I looked toward the door and saw my immediate future. And it scared me half to death.

Three lovely, feminine, teenage masterpieces entered the room on their very high heels, their beautiful frocks showing off their femininity to full advantage. Pretty, swaying bottoms topped killer legs swathed in silky stockings. Their hair, though short and boyish, was styled and beribboned. Their faces were cosmetic masterpieces.

My first reaction was as a hetero guy. I got a thick, throbbing erection. My second reaction was as a condemned prisoner. My erection dissipated. Beads of fearful sweat covered my brow.

The three lovely babes were David, Mark and Paul. And I was able to add two and two very quickly about what was next for me.

 

Chapter Three – The Newest Angel

 

What kind of pit had I fallen into? Did Mrs. Evans actually expect me to…….

David, Mark and Paul looked me over as if they had never seen me before. "He's a pretty one, Mrs. Evans," Mark said with a girlish squeal.

Was this the boy I sat next to on the bus half an hour ago? And had known all my life? He looked like a pretty girl and acted like a little faggot.

Paul and David were no better. I couldn't stop looking at their legs under their short skirts. And their heels were so high that their pretty bottoms were sticking out. And wiggling. Oh no. My erection was back. How humiliating.

Mrs. Evans said to the three girlish boys, "Charlie has real potential. Would you little sissies like to help me show him how pretty he can be?"

They all nodded enthusiastically. "Can we 'relax' him first, Mrs. Evans?" Paul asked.

"Of course, Honey," she said. "Charlie, would you remove your trousers, please?"

Raw fear gripped my throat. I wouldn't. I couldn't. "No!!!!" I screamed.

Mrs. Evans' facial expression turned very dark. I learned quickly that it was a rare expression, and one to be avoided at all costs. "You don't disobey me or Mr. Evans, Charlie. That's the path to anarchy. You just used up your one freebie. Every act of disobedience after this will be punished. Trousers off. Now."

I was young and stupid. Again I screamed "NO!"

Mrs. Evans was a lot quicker than I thought.

She grabbed me and had my trousers down and off me in seconds. She was very strong and those three little sissy faggots, David, Mark and Paul watched Mrs. Evans wrath with horror. They didn't move a manicured finger to help me. And they didn't leave the room either as Mrs. Evans held me firmly in one arm and grabbed a straight-back chair with the other. She placed the chair in the center of the room, turned the back to me and the seat away. Then she ordered me to drape myself over the back of the chair, with my hands on the seat. My bottom was bare and exposed and that woman could see it all. She could probably see my balls too. Oh, it was horrible.

And then it got a lot worse. "Stand on your toes, Charlie," she said, "and hold your bottom up for the smacks I'm going to give it. Mark, David, and Paul will watch your well-deserved humiliation after your open defiance."

I wondered if an apology was in order.

That appeared to no longer be an option.

I got up on my toes and presented myself for my first spanking since I was nine. It was excruciatingly embarrassing, especially, surprisingly, the "on-your-toes" part.

Then it got painful.

Mrs. Evans could swing a hairbrush. She smacked my right cheek with strength and enthusiasm, as if she were exorcizing the demons that boys carry around with them.

I yelled. And got off my toes.

Mrs. Evans said, "Back on your toes, Charlie, or I'll add to your dozen."

Eleven more? Ouch.

Reluctantly, I got back on my toes and somehow lived through eleven more smacks. Luckily, she didn't hit my dangling balls, which was the only fact of all that mess that pleased me in the least.

Well, something must have pleased me, though, because I had the biggest erection of my young life. Which made everything all the more humiliating. As did the half-giggling stares of the three sissy-ass senoritas.

I began to sob softly, then a bit more loudly as I reached for my pants to cover my shame. But my pants were gone and my shame stood tall, red and throbbing. My bottom was red and throbbing too.

I bowed my head as Mrs. Evans led me to the corner.

"You just stand there and no touching that sassy bottom of yours, young man," Mrs. Evans said. "And no touching your stiff 'little gentleman' either. Soon enough, you'll see the soft pleasures of obeying me."

Fat chance, I sniffled to myself in the corner. When Mom hears about how I was treated, she'll come back with a big stick and teach Mrs. Evans a lesson.

I was imagining multiple misfortunes for Mrs. Evans, many maiming and/or fatal, as I stood on one leg and then the other as my bottom blazed. It hurt! I had been warned not to take my eyes off the corner and I certainly didn't want another "warm-up." So I obeyed.

And listened to some very strange goings-on behind me.

My three "friends" showed me no sympathy, engaged as they were in what I deduced was a daily ritual of faggotry.

"Oh, Paulie, it's so hot and hard," Mark's voice said. Clearly he wasn't talking about an algebra problem we were assigned that day for homework.

"I know, Markie," the disgusting-little-sissy-faggot Paul said. "It gets like that whenever I think of your red lips caressing it."

Ick!

I wasn't sure what David was doing until he said, "Go ahead and get on your knees and suck it, Mark. I'll just skin my little peeny and watch. Then I'll do you, you little fox."

Ick, ick!

I was sickened, but my little guy wouldn't go down. Even worse, I was afraid it would….. Oh, please no, I thought. I couldn't cum. Not in front of these faggots. They would think….. Oh, please, no.

I couldn't see, but I was pretty sure that those slurping sounds I heard were made by Mark's mouth on Paul's cock. And those little, excited squeals were Paul's reaction to having his cock sucked by another boy. Another boy dressed in stockings and heels and garter belt and panties.

It was evil. I hated it. Mom would know everything! All the kids at school would know and I would put a stop to it. Right after I stopped cumming six globs of my thickest cream into Mrs. Evans' corner.

I couldn't help it, OK? The way Paul was squealing and saying in the girliest voice, "Oh, Markie. Your tongue is heavenly. Keep doing that. Ohhhhhh! Markie, darling! I'm cumming! I love you, Markie. Swallow it all! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

It all just hit a button in me I didn't know I had. That was why I creamed so hard. I was so ashamed, especially since I knew my indiscretion would be discovered. You can't hide a pint of cum.

I prayed that they would stop, but apparently, they were enjoying themselves. I heard Mark and Paul kissing and swapping tongues, promising each other "undying, sissy love," whatever that was.

Boys in frillies kissing. Glossed lips against glossed lips. Tongues dueling tongues. New, harder erections. I was picturing it all. And so was my cock, which was once more in a very painful state.

"OK, lovergirls. Don't hog each other," David said. "I get a turn, don't I?

Mark and Paul must have broken it off. Only Paul had cum (and me, unfortunately) so the two horniest started slurping and kissing as I heard Paul clump to the other side of the room in his high heels.

What a predicament. If I could only hold out for another hour or so, then spill the beans to Mom, this nightmare would end. Then I could tell an analyst about it when I was 40, and he could tell me why, despite my disgust, it all made me erect and produced a cum blizzard.

I heard Mrs. Evans re-enter the room and I tensed up. I didn't want my bottom to blaze anew, so I stood silent, facing the wall.

"Hello, Darlings! Having a good time? David, I think you should suck Mark's popsy now or he'll be ill from seminal back-up. Good boy. On your knees. Now lick his nice helmet. Mmmmm. He likes that. Put your tongue in his peehole, Darling. Slowly, Darlings. There's no rush in peeny sucking. You know Mark likes that. Look, he's shuddering with pleasure. You're doing a wonderful job. Now don't neglect his pretty bag. Look how his little peanuts hang, ready for your kisses and licks. Very nice. I think he's going to give you a sweet creamy reward. Put the whole popsy in your mouth, David, and catch it all. Good boy. Oh, Mark, I love the way you squeal during pleasure.'

Unnhhhhh. I was a hairbreadth away from cumming again myself. Was I crazy? Was I gay?

Then Mrs. Evans turned her attention to me.

I didn't like that.

"My goodness, Charlie. You've made a cummy mess in my corner."

The three little creampuffs giggled loud and long at that observation, then resumed their sodomy.

I trembled with fear. Was that a hairbrush offense?

No.

"I'm glad you enjoyed the company of my little angels, even though you couldn't see them. They're a horny little bunch. I think it's time you came out of the corner."

Even that scared me. She would see my erection. And I would be prey to that band of ….whatever they were. But I complied.

When I turned around, everyone ooohed and aaahed. I have a very nice-sized cock for a boy my age and it was frighteningly erect.

"That's a very pretty cock you have there, young man," Mrs. Evans said. "Are you going to be a good boy and let me take care of you now?"

I didn't have a lot of options so I said yes. At least until Mom picked me up in less than an hour.

"Good," she said, and smiled sweetly. "What I wanted to do, before you defied me by not removing your trousers, was to give you your first panties. But I see that's not possible at the moment."

Whew! I was very relieved. I didn't want panties!

But she continued. "Your pricklet is too stiff. It'll need to be properly drained before we can put this lovely, sheer pair of pink dazzlers on you."

What did that mean????

"Paul, I don't think you've had your RDA of protein today and poor Charlie is in such a terrible state. Can you help him?"

"Yes, ma'am," the asskissing little robot said. Oh, man, was I going to enjoy watching the boys in school kick those faggots' asses when I narced on them.

What was he going to do to me?

Mrs. Evans put a lacy, thick, pink pillow at my feet and Paul put his stockinged knees squarely on it. Then he kissed my cock!

Right on the head!

And it leaked very badly. I felt stirrings of an impending spermstorm in my gut as I considered my options. Run, without pants, from the room and out the door. Refuse and take another spanking. Submit to this faggotish assault.

The third option seemed to promise the least pain, so I stood there and tried not to shame myself by cumming. But then a second pink pillow went down behind me. And Mark was on his knees. Parting my bottom cheeks. And kissing the hole even I didn't touch very often.

My eyes watered from mental humiliation and physical ecstasy. I closed the lids, then felt David's soft, warm, glossed lips covering my own. It wasn't fair. I shouldn't have enjoyed any of it. But it was I who stuck my tongue into David's wet mouth. It was I who moaned with suffocating pleasure as I tensed my anus on Mark's tongue and pumped a huge load of hot goo into Paul's slurping mouth.

It was fabulous!!!!

But, of course, I would never do it again.

I was breathing very heavily and still whimpering softly when my balls stopped their pumping and began to ache.

David had stopped kissing me and Mrs. Evans, Mark and Paul were standing, facing me.

"Did you like that?" Mark asked.

I hated to admit it, but Mark was the cutest of the three. His hair was kind of sandy blond and he had the prettiest eyes. Those lashes were to die for.

What was I thinking?

Rather than answer Mark's question, I made a face, looked down and said nothing.

"It's OK, Honey," David said. "We've all been there. There were older boys here when we started. Lots of them. And it took some getting used to."

David was kind of cute too. He looked great in that pink top and those black stockings really showed off his legs beautifully.

Paul added, "It's lots of fun here. And there's more to do than just what we did today. We play games and we take field trips. And sometimes, Mr. Evans gets home from work early and that's extra-special fun!"

Did he mean? Ickkkkk!!!!

Still, I don't think that if I woke up with Paul, dressed as he was, next to me in bed, I would kick him out. His lips were big and red and puffy. And his bottom was plump and inviting.

I shook my head hard to clear it of all the gunk of the last few hours. Then I realized that I had yet another erection.

"You still can't get those panties on with that big boy, Charlie," David said. Without asking permission, he dropped to his knees and expertly, lovingly polished my knob. Just to be sure I would enjoy it, Mark licked two fingers and inserted them into my bottom. Ohhhhhhh. That was more intense than the cocksucking. I would have protested, but those beautiful, red lips of Paul covered my mouth.

It was too much for me. I wasn't responsible for the awful, gay, cummy, kissy way I responded. Yes I was eager and even <blush> reached into Paul's panties and stroked his cock as he kissed me. But I was overmatched. So was Paul. As it turned out, I'm an excellent kisser, and the masturbatory motions I had taught myself seemed to work very well on Paul.

The feel of Paul's hot cum on my fingers, his moans as he came, his tongue in my mouth, Mark's talented fingers rubbing my innermost parts, and David's tongue swirling around my cockhead, took me to the highest mountain in paradise. I cried out as I released my boy's cream into David's loving mouth.

In between orgasmic spurts, the shame hit me. When the orgasm stopped, only the shame remained.

But all three of them were kissing me as Mrs. Evans looked on with approval. Like I had joined their faggot club or something. Which I hadn't. And wouldn't. Ever.

But I let Mrs. Evans slide a pair of panties that must have weighed half an ounce up my boyish legs. When she tucked my drooping cock and sore balls into them, she seemed to linger a little with the cock-touching. Since she was an actual female, I allowed myself to enjoy it.

Not that she would be removed from my list of those who must suffer my vengeance.

Those darned panties felt awfully good on my young package, though. Cool and silky.

At a signal, the boys left to get back into their male clothes as Mrs. Evans handed me the trousers I came in with.

I put them on as she lectured me. "You boys all start out as you did today, Charlie. Frankly, I would have rejected you if you hadn't. I don't want THOSE kinds of boys. My boys LEARN to enjoy sissy pleasures and are better people for it. Happier people."

Hah! I thought. Maybe those pouffies, but not me. I'm calling the FBI and the CIA as soon as I get home and breaking this party up.

Mrs. Evans rose from her chair and retrieved a package. "Here are a week's worth of panties, Charlie. I want you to wear them all the time now. There's a nice selection there. You can hand wash them if you wish. There are also two pretty nighties that I want you to sleep in from now on. Your mother will probably get you more."

Panties!?!? Nighties!?!? Not when my Mom hears of this.

The three sissies came back to the so-called "playroom." They were dressed as normal boys, with all make-up removed. I knew they were wearing panties and, for some reason, that was stirring my poor, over-exerted cock.

It was time to leave. I ran out, quivering with relief when I saw my Mom's SUV and her sweet, greeting wave. Safe at last, I thought.

 

Chapter Four – Not so fast

 

I tumbled into Mom's car and slammed the door firmly shut. Sanctuary!! I peeked out the window at Mark, Paul and David being loaded into their Mom's SUVs. Why didn't their moms put a stop to that sodomy pit. Were babysitters that scarce? Did the moms even know? Well, mine was about to find out.

"How was your afternoon. Sweetheart?" Mom asked as she kissed me.

Mom pulled away as I hooked up my seat belt. I began to cry.

Mom asked, "What happened? Are you all right?"

I savored the moment. Then I spilled the beans. "It was horrible, Mom! Mrs. Evans dressed the boys like girls. And she wanted me to dress like that. But I resisted and she spanked me. And the boys did 'things' with each other. Queer things!"

That should do it, I thought.

But no.

"You resisted? Whatever for? I hope Mrs. Evans didn't hurt you badly, but you shouldn't have defied your babysitter."

Huh?

I just looked at Mom. And reevaluated the situation. And asked, "You knew what goes on there, Mom, and you sent me anyway?"

Mom smiled prettily. "Of course I knew, Honey. What kind of mother would put you into a situation I hadn't checked out?"

My jaw hung slackly. I was doomed.

Mom explained, "I'm a single parent with a boy. The responsible thing to do is to take some of the rough edges off you, sweetheart. Mark, Paul and David's mothers say their boys are sweet and loving now. And they love their time as girls. Most of the time that they're home, they dress en femme."

Terror! Shakes.

"Sweetie," Mom said, "I did spend three minutes on my cell phone with Mrs. Evans a few moments ago and she told me that there were certain aspects of the afternoon that you seemed to….enjoy."

Mom knew my shame. The one person whose opinion really matters to me got a report that I'm a simpering little faggot who cums in boys' mouths and kisses and wanks boys to orgasm. It wasn't my fault! It was the situation. My cock betrayed me!

Mom, my only ally had just sold me to the enemy.

We pulled into our driveway.

We said nothing to each other until, after I set the table, she placed a microwave, mystery-meat dinner in front of me. Showing maturity I didn't know I had, I asked Mom, "How was your first day at work?" Life isn't all about me. I knew that even at 14.

Mom hugged me when I said that and her eyes were misty. She nattered on about her new job for 10 minutes or so.

Then she turned back to my problems. "Do you have panties on now, Charlie?"

I turned crimson, and nodded.

Mom pressed. "How do they feel?"

"Mommmmm!!!!" I said.

She asked the same question.

"OK, I guess," I said.

Mom seemed pleased with that answer. "Did Mrs. Evans give you the nighties I bought for you?"

The conspiracy deepened! "Yes, Mom."

"Why don't you do your homework, then get into one of them and come sit and watch TV with me?"

Things just kept getting worse. But I agreed.

I finished my homework at about nine. It shouldn't have taken that long, but I was thinking about what had happened to me and what was about to happen. Modeling a girl's nightie for my Mom. Facing that sissy situation the next day.

I washed my face and hands and went winkie. I stripped naked, including the removal of my pink ball caressers. Then I looked at the two nighties. They were both babydolls and very short. One was pink with white, ruffled trim. The other was baby blue with little pink rosettes.

What a choice!

Blue seemed marginally more masculine, so I slipped it on. Oh. It felt delightful. Soft and cool and caressing. And my stiff condition was back.

The nightie was so short! If I stretched at all, my balls were dangling below the hem. I looked in my full-length mirror at a very strange sight – a boy in a very girlish nightie. The nightie made me look almost….pretty. With a little blush and lipstick…some attention to the eyes.

What was I saying?

My immediate problem was that the garment was displaying my goodies, so, reluctantly, I looked among the panties that Mrs. Evans had given me and found a white pair. I put them on. Better. I brushed my boyish hair, flouncing it up just a little.

I didn't wear my boys' slippers, choosing the barefoot option.

I was cute, in spite of myself.

Then I went downstairs to display the temporarily-amended-under-protest me to Mom.

I didn't expect to see Mom in a pretty nightie as well, but she was. And she looked great.

She also looked happy to see that I had done as she asked.

Mom's smile was broad and warm. "You're so cute, Charlie," Mom squealed happily. "Turn around. I want to see everything."

I did as Mom asked.

I was blushing a little as I spun around, but it was all new to me. Guys don't know how to be pretty. We don't know what being pretty means – what power it has. Girls grow up with pretty and learn how to handle it. I was having difficulty being pretty in front of my Mom, for goodness sakes.

It wasn't bad being pretty. For my Mom, at least.

"You're adorable!" Mom said, and I felt a good-sized slab of my masculinity fall off.

No problem, I thought. Lots more masculinity where that came from.

Mom said, "Come closer, Honey."

It was OK, because I knew Mom would never try any funny business with me.

But I was a little worried when she pulled my panties up and over my omnipresent erection, and down my legs. "Step out of those panties, Charlie. No one wears panties to bed."

They don't? Oh.

I had a problem. My wispy, teeny nightie barely covered my package. And my package was most unruly. I didn't want Mom….I mean….you know what I mean.

Mom understood. "Don't be afraid, Sweetheart. I'm not going to do anything naughty. I just want us to sit next to each other on the couch, cuddle, and watch a little TV. Then we need to go to bed – our own beds – and get some rest.

That sounded OK. Good in fact.

I sat next to Mom and cuddled next to her. We had always been close, but even more so since Dad found the girl with extra toppings and ran off.

Mom smelled so nice. And she was so pretty and feminine. And she had her arm around me. Just her arm.

Oh, please no. My little poppet was throbbing again and had escaped its silky confinement. I tried to hide it, but Mom just said, "It's OK, Charlie. I know it's just a build-up of all your girlish excitement. Sweet boys like you get overheated when they participate in femininity.

"That's a very nice 'little man' you have there. Pretty big for your age. And red, swollen and throbbing. I haven't seen it in a few years. It's a good thing your father passed on something good to you."

Too much information! But Mom was mostly right about all of that.

An old Cheers rerun was on, but all I could think of was the crazy, excited state I had been in since arriving at the Evans' a few hours earlier. Did femininity excite me? Apparently so.

I tried to watch Sam and Diane trade quips, but all I could think of was a prayer: Please don't let me cum in front of my Mom.

Then I thought of Mark, Paul and David and how pretty they were. And how they had sucked my cock and done other incredible things. I smelled Mom's perfume. Felt her body heat. Felt my nightie against my sensitive skin. Thought of that tongue in my bottom and kissing those pretty boys. I gasped.

Mom produced a couple of Kleenex from the folds of her nightie and held them over my exposed tinkler. Expertly, Mom caught my sissyish goo as I helplessly spurted glob after sticky glob.

Mom was incredible. She wiped my drooping private parts clean, kissed me on the forehead and said, "Why don't you go to bed, now, Sweetie?"

"Yes, Mom," I said, and gave her a big hug.

 

This is were the story goes a different way. My apologies to Gingerfred but let's face it. What is happening to poor CHARLIE is just plain wrong!

Danielle

 

Part Two

 

Chapter Five

I awoke screaming into my pillow. The series of nightmares of being used sexually by many men including my own father had burned away any acceptance of my current predicament. The laughs and taunts of being such a good little sissy boy and how good a little sissy faggot I was by my father seared my soul. This was not my fault, I had been used and abused by those I thought I knew and by an adult who should not have done or condoned what was done to me. I was after all only a child and had no control over my reactions. I would NOT allow such depravities to happen to me again even if it meant going against someone I loved. I wasn't even sure my mother even loved me anymore.

What really burned me is that my loving Mother had set me up and put me into the most intensely embarrassing situations of my life. I mean anything could have happened. I had never given my mother a moments trouble in my life. I had done more than my share of household duties without even being asked. I even cooked meals! My Mother was obviously taking her hatred of my father out on me. How unfair was that. Well I would give her one more chance at breakfast then I would see!

 

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I managed to get back to sleep and thankfully had no dreams or nightmares through three hours when I awoke with the sun peeking through my window. I got up, made my bed, had a shower, and dressed for school. As I was up a little earlier than normal I went to the kitchen and put on the coffee and started breakfast.

 

Mom came into the kitchen yawning, making her way to the coffee pot, when she noted with surprise that the coffee was already made. Looking around the room she saw her son by the stove making eggs with cooked bacon resting on paper towels ready for their plates.

 

"My goodness Charlie sweety what are you doing up so early today?" Mom asked smiling.

"What do you mean Mother? I always make our breakfast, you know that, and since you get up earlier for your work now I get up earlier too so I could be with you as always." I had my back to mom because the stinging in my eyes was threatening to become tears. I was doing something I had read of in a spy story I had read last year and I was feeling guilty using it on my own Mother, but I needed to know and have proof of why she was doing such depraved things to me for. I had secreted upon my person a tape-recorded I had made from several Dictaphones I had salvaged at an auction of business equipment and had a very sensitive microphone under my shirt right above my sternum. I was sure it would work and I had enough tape for two hours.

"Oh! You little darling, I surly don't know what I would do without you. You are such a sweet boy."

I set the table as Mother drank her juice. I could feel the tape recorder running as I served our breakfast and sat down to eat. I was still unsure of how to start the conversation but I just had to get mother to recant on me having to go to the babysitter's again today. Before I could even start Mother reached into her purse and handed me a bottle of purple pills saying, "I want you to start taking these very special vitamin pills Charlie with taking two now, two at lunch, and two more tonight at dinner. You will really love the results and I want my precious to be healthy!"

I took the bottle from her hand and noticed that there was no label on the bottle. Looking up at Mother she smiled and nodded for me to start right then. I opened the bottle and tipped it upside down to extract two pills and looking from her to my hand and to her again she once more urged me on to take them. I popped them into my mouth and with my juice swallowed them. Mother beamed at me and started her breakfast.

I couldn't eat quite yet as I had a very large lump in my throat and my eyes were starting to sting again with incident tears. "Mother?"

"Yes darling."

"Mother, do you love me?"

"My Lord Charlie what a question to ask me! Of course I love you with all my heart and soul! Why would you ask me such a thing?"

"Then if that is true please don't send me back to the babysitters, please! It is very upsetting and embarrassing for me! I'll go any where else you wish if you don't trust me enough to look after myself but please not there! It is un-natural what goes on there and it makes me feel very sad and lonely that you want me to go there!"

"Oh! CHARLIE don't be such a drama major! You make it sound as though you didn't enjoy yourself yesterday and we both know that isn't true. eh?"

"But Mother! Those other boys were all dressed up looking like real sexy girls and they were touching me in all the wrong places. Of course I reacted to that. Any boy or Man for that matter would have. How can you use that against me? I am not gay!"

"Of course not dear I know that you are not gay. It is quite exceptable for young girls to experiment with their sexuality and I do not feel any less of you for enjoying it."

"Mother! You said girls! I am not a girl I am your son!"

"Oh my poor little baby! Can't you see it? Look at you! You are petite with very pretty features. You have no hair except your head. You are fourteen and your testicles haven't even descended, your voice hasn't changed, and look how emotional you are! Don't you understand, my precious, as you get older everyone will use and abuse you because of how you look and act. Your kind and gentle spirit will be crushed. I just couldn't bear to see that happen. I am trying to help you my darling because I love you so much. Can't you see that sweetheart?"

I was crying now with tears running down my face as mother ran around the table and hugged me to her. " But Mother, don't you see that what they will do to me over there will destroy me too? How can you do that to me if you love me? What have I done to you that was so bad that you would let people do me up the rear and make me suck their cocks and lick their assholes all the while calling me a sissy faggot! This will destroy my self worth and maybe drive me insane! Why Mother? Why?"

My mother was crying now as she put me to arms length and shook me a little. " Oh! You just stop that. That isn't true. All that will happen is you will learn all about your gentile side and learn how to be a proper young lady so that you will fit into society smoothly. Just give it a chance Charlene and you will see. All will come so natural and I will love my little girl forever! Now finish your breakfast and no more nonsense. Trust me Charlene, I would not let anything bad happen to you, You'll see. We will have so much fun shopping and having girly days. You just wait and see!"

With my mother's shocking words my tears dried right up and I realized that my Mother was right around the bend. Had my Father's leaving with the Pizza delivery girl done this to her. Maybe she had good reason not to trust the male of the species but I was not about to become a girl to ease my mother's distrust. I had shown her in all that I did that I was different, but I guess she couldn't see that anymore. Well at least I got it all on tape. I reached down into my pocket and paused the recorder. Mother had finished eating as I did and beamed at me as I collected the dishes and proceeded to wash, dry, and put them away.

Mother went upstairs to get ready for work humming happily and I finished up the kitchen. My mind was gradually coming out of the tailspin that my Mother's words had sent it and my survival instinct came on with a snap!

Taking my backpack with me I went downstairs and with trembling fingers used the key my father had given me years ago and opened his trunk. Looking through all the memoirs of my father almost got the better of me again as I felt that stinging in my eyes again. Mother was right about that much at least as I was very emotional lately. I banged my hand down on the edge of the trunk and the sharp pain quickly cleared my mind. Pulling various small boxes away I found what I was looking for and placed it into my pack. Had things truly come to this?

I reached my room and stuffed my school books and papers in my pack with my new vitamins, zipped the compartment closed and headed downstairs to see my Mother off to work.

Mother hugged me, kissed my cheek, and started out the door. Pausing halfway she turned around to look at me with a touch of sadness in her eyes. "Don't forget to take your pills at lunch and be a good girl at school today okay?"

"Yes Mother." I replied sadly. I mean, what else could I say?

She reached out and softly rubbed my face before continuing out to the car and then waving drove off to work. I waved as she left and watched her down to the end of the block where she turned to go downtown. I still had another hour before my bus got here so I went back into the house and put the rest of my plan in motion. I was so unused to this spy stuff and I silently prayed to any deity that could help me to please, please do that. I was at the bus stop with minutes to spare.

Getting on the bus I immediately felt the eyes of my new girly friends watching me! How unnerving was that? Flashing my school I.D. at the driver I walked back to where they were and sat in a seat behind them. Hardly had I sat down when they swarmed down to me and sat all around me. I reached down into my pocket and started the tape again.

"Why do you let Mrs. Evans do that to you guys?" I asked. I felt reasonably safe from them on the bus and I really needed their corroboration as to what was going on at that house.

"Are you kidding?" Answered Paul. " I would be beaten within an inch of my life by my parents if I didn't go and get roughed up by Mr. and Mrs. Evans if I didn't do as they said. Besides you get used to it eventually and it gets quite nice to dress up and have some girly time. You wait. You'll see. You will just love it when Mr. Evans puts his big thing in you, I mean it hurts a bit at first but then it feels just divine!"

"Sssshhhh!" Said David harshly as he slapped Paul's leg. "Don't scare him!" Mark looked worried.

"You mean Mr. Evans puts his thing up inside you? What does Mrs. Evans think of this?"

"Oh she gets off on it and laughs if any of us cry or anything" Paul informed me. "When us three first went there were already four older boys dressed up as girls. You know you couldn't tell they weren't real girls and they really had fun getting us started. I'm not really sure but one of them looked a little like Ronnie Dent in the tenth grade. It makes you wonder how long the Evans have been doing this. There's nothing we can do about it and you now probably know that your mom is in on it, so what can you do? Might just as well get into the swing of things and enjoy what you can. Come on..... tell the truth, you really did enjoy what we did yesterday, didn't you? We tried to be gentle with you for your first time as we all really like you. I think you'll look hot in some of our really neat things. A little work on your hair and some kewl makeup and you'll be a fox!" Paul seemed to really care and I was sure I didn't want these poor guys to get hurt any more but something had to make this insanity stop!

Conversation in this vein had to stop as more of our fellow students got on board the bus and for the next ten minutes I was regaled with what could only be called catty remarks by my friends about the various girls that got on the bus. I was amazed at how feminine those remarks were and shivered at my possible fate.

Once we arrived at school the four of us separated to go to our respective home rooms, but we would meet in the second period for Chemistry, then I was going to try to get someone to listen to me. I seriously thought about going to the school counselor but I knew all she would do would be to call my mother and that would blow any chance I had at stopping the Evans. No, I would first see if I could get any assistance from some of the earlier victims.

I hoped that Paul's thought about Ronald Dent in the tenth grade was a good call. Then thinking about it I agreed with Paul. After all what boy in the tenth grade would still go by the name of Ronnie? Either he was of the gay persuasion or he was a graduate of the Evans' school of humiliation and pain. I sure hoped that he had a little anger over it all still and hadn't just accepted his destiny to be a girl. If I looked hard enough I should see any signs of feminization.

 

Paul did mention that our group all had parents, or in my case a parent, who were behind and pushing us all into becoming faggot sissies. I just couldn't understand how a parent could do that. Don't parents want to be proud of their children. I just can't see Paul's parents going to a PTA and announce that they were so proud of their Pansy child! So either all our parents were very seriously disturbed or they had no idea what really went on behind closed doors at the Evans'.

 

Raising my arm to go to the washroom, getting permission, I grabbed my books and stuff and left home room. The attendance was already taken so I had at least twenty minutes to find and check out Ronnie. I knew which home room he had so I walked as fast as I could down to it and looked through the door's little window. I looked all around the room and there was no Ronnie! Oh - My - God! Had something happened to Ronnie?

Suddenly I heard a deep voice behind ask me " You heard the news too Huh! I just had to come too and take a look at the new 'Ronnie'. I just can't believe that I used to be his friend and now look at him. Fuc'n pussy....Yuch!!"

 

I took another look into the room and saw what I thought to be a new girl the first time I looked. Taking a closer look I could see a vague resemblance to Ronnie. "Wow! You can't tell that's not a girl."

 

I opened the door and walked to the desk and told the teacher that the office wanted to see 'Ronnie'. Through her smirk she told the room in general that Miss Dent was wanted in the front office. With a very red face and laughter following 'Her' departure 'She' left the room with me right behind. "Ronnie, Wait up I just did that to get you out of class.

 

"Why?" Ronnie asked.

 

"Well I'm sure you would like to get out of skirts, even though that is real pretty, and maybe even get some small bit of revenge against those who forced you into them?"

 

"Who are you and why would you care what happens to me?"

 

"Well..... I guess you could call me the newer generation of the Evans' school of Pansies. Before you say anything let me tell you that I have proof. I think we should go to child services and turn the whole lot of them in, including the parents."

 

Ronnie's eye's were in the classic 'O' of astonishment and I had to grab 'Her' hand and start pulling 'her' down the hall to the exit. "Wait, wait will you! I really appreciate the gesture but I tried that two years ago and somehow the Evans found out and everything was covered up by the time child services got there. They put me into therapy for that one and upped my hormones. Now look at me." She put her hands over her rather generous bosom saying, "These are real now and my parents have me booked into a clinic in Mexico for the rest of it next month. I guess they really did want a girl!" She started to sob.

 

"Jesus H. Christ! Really? Well if it is any comfort you look really nice. I think you make a very nice girl." I smiled at her in what I hoped was a winning smile.

 

"I do? Thanks. So do you. Am I ever glad I met you today I was really on the edge. I was actually thinking 'suicide' ya know. Thanks for your kindness." She smiled back dabbing at her eyes with the Kleenex I had offered her. "I must say though I don't think I recognize you. Wait! Are you Greg Johnston's new girlfriend?"

 

It was only her sincere smile that stopped me from bopping her right there in the hallway. "No actually, I am not a girl. I just seem to have inherited a lot of my Mother's looks."

 

"Oh Shit! I'm sorry. Yah you did tell me that you were one of the Evans' new victim and we both know that their tastes don't go toward real girls." Ronnie had a real sad look as she said this. "You know, with your looks and size and all, they will have a heyday with you. Yes you are right! We must stop them, but we need more ammunition. I know the other three guys that were in my Alma Mater. Two of them still go here and the third, my best friend Brian, slashed his wrists this last summer." Tears again threatened to fall and she made use of the now dampened Kleenex. "We need to get them to come with us to add to the weight of your proof. Come on let's go get them!"

 

She grabbed me this time and dragged me down the hallway, past her home room and to the next, looked in, nodded, and told me to use the same trick to get Jeff Hanson out of the class. I walked in like I was supposed to be there and informed the teacher of the office's need to see one Jeff Hanson. It was easy. As soon as Jeff exited his home room we were on him like a cheap suit. A quick confab as we walked down to the next room and he was with us. I could see flames in his eyes as he thought of getting revenge for all the humiliation and pain visited on him by both his parents and the Evans.

 

"Damn girl!" He said with a smile to Ronnie. "You lookin' real cute today!"

 

"Oh you!" She replied, swatting Jeff on the arm in a decidedly feminine way. "You just wait, you'll be joining me soon by the look of those 'Pects' you're trying to hide."

 

Now it was Jeff's turn to burn red as he tried to cover up the evidence only making it more noticeable. Upon closer examination I could see the svelte figure that Jeff was hiding. He too wouldn't take much to look real foxy. Just more evidence for us. I pulled the same trick at the next room and got Bill Marks out of his home room with no trouble at all. We soon had Bill up to speed and had him chomping at the bit as well for a little payback. He turned and looked at me for a while then asked. "What do you get out of this little girl? Did one of you're brothers get caught in this web too?"

 

My turn to blush as for the second time today I was thought to be a real girl. I started to wonder just how many people actually saw me that way. Ronnie came to my rescue and explained all. Bill had the decency to look abashed and offered his sincerest apology and thanked me profusely for helping them out. Just in time was the general consensus as we looked at each other and burst out laughing, mostly from the relief I think but it was a bonding experience. We were just passing by Ronnie's home room when I had an epiphany! "You guys! I have such a cool idea. We all still are probably going to have to go here even after the officials shuts all the assholes down aren't we?"

 

Ronnie spoke for us all with a sigh as she said that would likely be what would happen. "Well we could get the Child Services to put us in a new school."

 

"No, I can't leave my friends here to take all the flack. I don't think I could stand it if I was the reason for one of them committing suicide or something..... I guess I'll stay and try to help them get through the aftermath. You got to know that the press will have a field day with this and all our names will come out. It won't be pretty. BUT!! I have a great idea..... I think." I told them my idea and saw a war of conflicting emotions on the three of them. My Comment about my friends doing themselves in was the clincher though as they all felt pretty guilty about not sticking together afterward.

 

With the girls at the back door to the room I went in and delivered another false need for an office visit. This time it was the teacher who got up, faced her class and told them to behave, then turn to leave. I, of course, had scampered to the group at the other door trying to hold back the giggles. Just as the teacher opened her door we snuck in the back door and using chairs under the door knobs of both doors, effectively locked them. Jeff and Bill took up guard duty at each door to add weight to the chairs if necessary. Looking at my watch (I just noticed how small and feminine it was on my slender wrist) I saw that we had about twelve minutes left before next period.

 

Ronnie and I headed for the front of the class amid snickers and guffaws. When I reached the front of the room I turned around, glared at the class, and yelled as loud as I dared. " You bunch of fucking hypocrites, you should all be shot for what you have put your onetime friend through! Have you ever thought to use your pea sized brains to ask why Ronnie is like this? Well I am here today to shed a little light on that very question and you WILL be QUIET and Listen." I turned to my backpack and took out two items. One from my father's chest and the other the tape recorder.

 

As I turned to the class they saw for the first time my father's Colt 44 Revolver and utter panic ensued. Again I yelled. This time as loud as I could. I discovered I owned a very loud voice as I screamed. "Everybody just stay where you are and just shut up and listen. This will be over soon and sooner if you settle down!"

 

"Jesus Christ Charley is that necessary?" Said Ronnie to a very quiet room.

 

"I'm afraid so Ronnie. None of these assholes would take any of us seriously without it. Here!" I passed him the tape recorder and asked him to hook it up to the class stereo. With that done and Ronnie by the recorder I had her rewind and then play the tape. With my Mother's voice filling the room I looked around to gauge the response. I was gratified to see shame and horror on just about everyone's faces as the story continued with my plea and then the other new victims giving weight to my words. I waited for the tape to finish and again got everyone's attention by simply waving the gun.

 

"So now you know the truth! At least about me and my three friends. Now look at Ronnie and his two friends and know that they were victims before me. I hope you are all ashamed of yourselves!!!" I said this as I looked around the room. Some girls were actually crying and one guy had opened a window and was losing his breakfast. Well! I think I have their understanding now.

"So!" I continued. "I hope we have all learned something today and I hope that you will offer your support for these victims of child abuse when we throw the SHIT into the fan at Child Services today. Just remember..... This could be YOU up here but hopefully thanks to the bravery of these three people here with me today maybe, just maybe we can shut this SHIT down!"

 

The same boy wretched out the window again as another male voice from the back of the room asked. "Why didn't you go to the authorities before this?" There was a general murmur in the classroom over this but Ronnie was ready.

 

"Hey! You guys remember last fall when I was sent for therapy at William's Sanitarium? Well that was when I tried to tell them the truth but someone alerted the Evans before they arrived and they had covered every thing up. I was made out as a half mad teenager trying to make trouble." She sighed and waving her hands over her feminized shape said. "Now look at me. My parents have already signed me up for the final operation down in Mexico for this Spring Break. I hope this works because there is no way I can stop them now with a history of being a nutcase!" She broke down crying in front of the whole class and as if I wasn't even there several girls came up to comfort her. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turning to see Jeff hand me the tape recorder and another tape from the stereo. "I hope you don't mind but I made a copy of your tape. Ya know, just in case. I think we better get out of here or we will have out stayed our welcome, ya know!" Jeff had a half smile on his face, slapped my shoulder softly and turned to remove the chair from the door. Looking out the little window he hissed! "SHIT guys! Here comes Wilkens' and she looks pissed!"

 

I put all my stuff into my backpack and with a quick smile I apologized to the class about the gun and the four of us snuck out the back door just as the teacher came in the front. Wow! Talk about Mission Impossible! Were we slick or what? We heard the teacher ask the class if Ronnie had come back yet and we heard one of the girls, Mary I think, tell her. "No Mam', 'SHE' hasn't returned yet!" That put a smile on Ronnie's face and we four Musketeers made our plans, decided who's car we were going in, and headed of for our salvation or group therapy!

 

Chapter Six

 

We arrived at Children Services just twenty minutes later and after checking that we had all the appropriate I.D. got in the elevator and headed to the Main offices on the third floor. We trooped up to the main desk and I as the designated talker asked the women behind the desk if we could see a worker about some Child abuse Issues. She got a very serious look on her face and told me, "Listen to me young lady, that is a very serious accusation to make.... Are you sure you wish to bother someone with teenage Drama and get into a 'WORLD' of trouble?"

 

"Well first off Lady, I and my friends are already in a lot of trouble and we came down here hoping to get at least the benefit of the doubt and have our stories heard! Further more I am a guy thank-you very much!!!" This last bit I said a little louder then I should of and we got the attention of an officious looking fellow who was walking down the hall. He turned and came to the front desk and asked what was the matter! When the Lady started to explain to him he shushed her, turned to me saying. "I was asking this child Marion not you! And I would hope you don't treat everyone like that?

 

I couldn't help it, I smiled and giggled then as 'Marion's' face got extremely red. I told the gentleman that we needed help from a gang of child molesters and we had proof. Well this was a horse of a different color and as the gentleman, A Mr. Glen Phillips, opened the door to let us back I asked that Marion come and listen too so maybe next time she would give the next child the benefit of the doubt. Glen thought this was a great idea and Marion had a hangdog expression on her face as she joined us. Soon we were ensconced in Glen's Office with a stenographer.

 

First I introduced everyone. Needless to say Ronnie caused quite a stir, but we were settled down and we each told our stories. We were interrupted by Marion once when she finally recognized Ronnie and had the grace to look horrified when Ronnie had answered her. "Yes I am that same child that came to you for help and look at me now!"

 

I thought Marion was about to cry when Glen turned to me and asked me about the proof I had mentioned. I solemnly handed him the tape that Jeff had given me and listened again to it's contents as Glen played it through his office stereo! You could hear a pin drop when that tape finished then Marion hugged Ronnie to her and started sobbing. "I'm soooooo sorry! I just couldn't believe it! Please forgive us!" Ronnie had started to rub Marion's back in a gentle way while murmuring softly to her that it would be all right now and now we all had a chance to stop the victimizing of children.

 

I broke in at this point and outlined my plan for making sure that 'THIS' time the Evans weren't given any time to cover up what they were doing. The three older kids would stay at the Office to share any other information that the Services would need and I would get back to school and act as if nothing was wrong and go to the Evans as I had been ordered to allay any suspicions. I would tell my friends that I had gone to the school nurse because I was so upset with what was going to happen this after noon after school. I certainly hoped that I would be saved any further humiliation at the hands of the Evans and mentioned this to Glen. He assured me that officers would be there ready and waiting and would only come in at my signal. I was to open the front drapes when all was in motion so that the Child Services could catch them in the act. Needless to say I was a bundle of nerves. I received hugs and thanks from the other kids and drew some calm from them as I smiled and waved goodbye. Now it was up to me!

 

Chapter Seven

 

Needless to say the rest of my day had me quivering in nervous anticipation and I am quite sure that I heard nothing from any of my teachers. My mind was awhirl with all different sorts of scenarios both good and bad as I tried to anticipate any problems. I tried to work out in advance what I could do in case things did not go as well as they could. I had already decided that I would only make a token show of reluctance so that I could get into the right position by the front drapes. If I got a hold of the cord then I could relax knowing that any attempt to move me would open the drapes and send in the calvary.

 

The end of school came as a bit of a surprise as I was so deep into my planning. I made sure to do the same things that I always did but I was surprised at my locker by the other three reluctant sissies. It would appear that they were going to make sure that I went with them so I was a little worried until they told me that we didn't have to at the Evans until 4:00 and they wanted to make me feel as comfortable as possible in the meantime. Paul looked weird, almost guilty, but the other two seemed to be excited by something.

"This could be your lucky day!" David said with apparent sincerity. " I saw the new outfit that Mrs. Evans showed to Mr. Evans and she said it would be the perfect outfit for you to loose your virginity." He sighed! "It is 'such' a beautiful outfit I just know you will adore it!"

My heart was in my mouth as I realized that Mr. Evans was to deflower me today. My face must have shown my terror as Paul was quick to shush David as he said to me."Oh don't pay any attention to him Charley he is just jealous. Come on lets go get a soda while we wait to go over to the Evans" He led the way to the soda shop just down the street.

Sitting down with the group at one of the window seats the waitress came and got our orders.

"How will we get to the Evans today if we don't take the buss?" I asked

"Not to worry, Mrs. Evans will pick us up here in about a half hour. She even gave me money yesterday for our sodas." answered Mark. I had come to the conclusion that of them all Mark was definitely the farthest gone and would bear watching as He/She was right in the Evans' pocket.

Our sodas came and the others tucked in. Just as I was going to take a sip I saw movement out of the corner of my eye on the street outside our window. Turning to see I saw one of the girls from Ronnie's classroom look up and recognizing me waved and as I waved back I saw something that scared me even more than anything that had happened to me yet........... There in the window I was able to see back into the shop by it's reflection and I was horrified to see Mark put some pills into my drink as the other two watched on. Poor Paul was almost in tears as I could see his conscience warring with his fear of the Evans. The girl outside got my attention again as she pointed behind me in an attempt to warn me. She had obviously seen the same thing. I nodded at her and beckoned her in to join us as a really cool idea came to my mind. I turned around and smiled at the guys. "Can you believe that, that girl is coming to see us. Do any of you guys know her?" I asked as the girl in question came in and came to our table. I knew it was Christine Ballentine from the class that I had that little chat with earlier today. She was also one of the girls who had come to Ronnie to offer a hug and kind words. As she approached our table all the boys turned to watch including the three at our table. I took advantage of the distraction to switch drinks with Mark. I smiled to Christine and winked. She had her hand to her mouth to hide her wide smile then turned to Mark and asked if he was the poor little sick boy that was in the Nurses today. Mark hooked his thumb over his shoulder at me as he said. "No that was Charlee.....I mean Charley here."

"Oh that's too bad Charley, are you feeling better now?" she inquired with the aplomb of an actress. I almost laughed out loud in relief at short circuiting the plan to dope me. then answered her very seriously, "Oh much better now, thank-you very much!" I had put extra emphasis on now and thank-you so that she would understand my gratitude. She smiled, "Oh I am soooo... glad Charley. See ya in school, kay?"

She turned on her heal and headed to one of the booths at the back and sat with some of her friends occasionally looking back at me and smiling. I think I had made a friend today.... Boy was I to find out later just how many new friends I had made!

I drank my drink right down as all three of the co-conspirators watched with various expressions. Mark was smiling, Paul was almost crying, and David was quite sad. Mark's laugh brought all of our attention to him as he actually sneered at me as in a catty voice he told me how adorable I was going to be in my beautiful new outfit and how I now had no choice but to give in to Mr. Evans and how I just might as well get ready to have a real sore butt-hole in the morning....As well as quite the hangover. He ignored the other two boys trying to shush him until I grabbed him by his shoulders and turned him to face me as I practically spat my words into his face. "You stupid, vapid little sissy, I do believe you are so jealous of me getting laid by your man that you just let your true self be known. I thought you were a friend who was forced into this whole sordid affair like the rest of us but you really enjoy being Mr. Evans joy-boyette, don't you? You pathetic sissy fagot!!!" Marks eyes had grown wide in fear and his lower lip started to quiver with incident tears as my retort was far from what he expected. I felt sorry for him and I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I'm sorry Mark. I just lost it there for a second. I know that some people have lower thresholds for enduring bad things. I know you have been through hell but don't lose hope now. We have to stick together now more than ever so that we can get through this O.K.?"

All the boys nodded and Mark turned to me, grabbed my hand in his soft well manicured hand, and apologized with the sheen of tears in his eyes. "I have to tell you something......" He trailed off as suddenly Mrs. Evans was at our table. "Are you young ladies ready for some fun?" she said in a low voice that no one around our immediate area would hear. Her smile reminded me of shark anticipating a nice meal.

Mark never got a chance to finish his warning to me as we all got up to follow Mrs. Evans. I thought to make everyone feel more at ease and called upon my reasonably decent acting skills and tried to appear slightly slow and clumsy. I even pretended to trip on getting into the Evans' Van and was caught by both Mark and Mrs. Evans as I giggled an apology for my clumsiness. I grabbed at the seat belt to help me in as Mrs. Evans pushed me in by patting me on my tush as she too giggled at my apparent condition.

"My my young lady what ever have you been drinking?" Mark giggled at that as he 'knew' what I had drunk! Or at least he thought that but he was having difficulty maintaining a train of thought! He found everything quite funny and couldn't stop giggling. Before he could get the attention of Mrs. Evans who was just getting into the drivers seat I sat beside him and grabbed him by the shoulders and gently shook him. He turned to look at me and I could see his eyes were the size of quarters, boy was he stoned.... I could see Mrs. Evans turning around to say something to us and I did the only thing I could think of... I kissed Mark as though I was besotted with him. That worked as Mark put his arms around my neck lazily and kissed back with surprising ardor, well maybe not so surprising as he was so stoned he probably thought he was a girl.

Mrs. Evans snorted with laughter as she thought I was quite nicely primed for my tryst with her husband and thought that Marks ardor was normal..... for Mark. As she turned back forward she saw that she was almost about to hit another car in the on coming lane. She swerved suddenly to miss the car and I used the motion to cause Marks head to impact against the window. Being on such the spur of the moment I hoped that I didn't cause him to hit his window too hard. This was it. Mark sagged in his seatbelt and I pretended to giggle inanely as I said, " Oh looky! I kissed him sleepy!" Mrs. Evans laughed at me and told me I wouldn't have to worry about love partners tonight! Her laugh had a mean sinister tinge to it and I could imagine how much money she was expecting to make tonight as her 'Husband' raped me and took my virginity all in one shot. I trembled inside but maintained my giggly outward appearance of a vacuous doped up sacrifice for their bank accounts. My anger kept me focused though and I took great comfort in knowing that very soon these perverts and all those that paid them to watch young boys get raped and sissified would soon be in jail. Even as we reached the house I could see telephone truck just up the block probably already tapped into the Evans' sick porno site. I also noticed a few other trucks and cars that normally weren't there. Then when I saw the receptionist from the welfare department pushing a baby carriage slowly past the house and her boss pretending to fix a car across the street I was overjoyed to know that it was almost all over. I was glad that we were later than usual as it had allowed everyone to get in place nicely.

Now my main job was to keep the Evans from turning off their porn site while I also managed to get back downstairs to open the drapes in the prearranged signal.

I had a plan. It was audacious as it was easy... well as long as they continued to believe that I was smushed. I would allow them to dress me up and then put on my show! If I was successful Mr. Evans would follow me.... not in anger but in lust and I would meet him in the living room with my gun and open the drapes. Should work, Huh?

We pulled up into the driveway and Mrs. Evans cursed as her garage opener didn't seem to be working. I covered my smile with a giggle as I imagined that was the work of the authorities. We pulled up to the door and stopped. Mrs. Evans told the other two boys to help me up to the front door as she picked Mark up like he weighed nothing. Wow was she strong I remember thinking as I leaned on one then the other of the boys and tried to do the friendship walk (You know the one where two or more girls walk together and put their legs in front of the others) David and Paul got into it as we sashayed our way to the front door giggling madly. Mrs. Evans just chuckled! She got in front of us and opened the door, shooed us giggling morons in and closed and locked the door. I managed to drop my backpack right by the pull rope for the drapes and prepared myself for my great performance.

 

Chapter Eight

 

Mrs. Evans didn't waste any time in getting the boys upstairs and then commanded them to go get dressed while she got me ready. The boys, knowing the futility of disobeying her left quickly to get dressed up in their finery and do themselves up to please the Evans. Somewhere while they were getting dressed they relaxed into their female personas and tried to out do each other with the come hither hairdos and makeup.

Meanwhile I was subjected to a bath(not too bad!) and an enema(nasty!!!) then I was powdered and had a liberal daub of KY jelly squirted up my tiny virgin rosebud. She inserted a tampon, to keep the jelly in, she giggled into my ear and then pulled up a pair of very tight rubber pants with a hole place strategically over my behind. She then squirted some more KY into the front of the rubber panties and rubbed it all around then pushed my semi-hard penis back between my legs. Then a sexy pair of pink lace panties was pulled up my legs. There seemed to be something that molded itself to me from the top of my pubic area to my bum hole and made me look just like a real girl. I was so surprised that I forgot to act stoned as I stared at my reflection in the full length mirror. I looked just a very young girl who was just starting puberty. I guess that was part of the allure to the sickos who would be watching me get royally fucked for the first time tonight.

I quickly got back into character as I slowly let out a true 'Valley Girl' WOWWW!

Mrs. Evans whispered into my ear."Aren't you a pretty little girl Charleen? Just you wait until I am finished with you, you are going to be my piece d'resistance. I am going to make you look good enough to eat. Would you like that honey?" Her voice was low and husky and I recognized pure lust in it!

I giggled and said "Uh Huh!" and tried to pirouette and Mrs. Evans caught me with a laugh.

My dressing up continued with a sweet little pink party dress that came to about four inches above my knees. Childlike innocence mixed with wanton sexuality. She didn't stop there as she arranged my hair to look like a little girl complete with pigtails and pink ribbons and made my face up to look like the homecoming queen. She even almost caught me out when she put an ice cube to my ear and pierced it with a needle that I had not even seen.

While I was reeling from that she pierced the other and put in dangles with a little pearl inside a small gold cage. I must admit I was starting to get caught up in the sensuality of everything and found myself posing in front of the bathroom mirror turning this way then that as the earrings swung to brush my neck. I was almost intoxicated by my femininity and unbeknownst to me the pills I had already taken three times where incredibly strong female hormones designed by a female doctor and micro-biologist to put any male on a fast track to feminization had added their boost to the femininity I was now feeling in spades. I found I didn't even have to try to act girlish and giggly. It seemed to come naturally. Right now thousands of micro- miniature machines were busy altering my very DNA to that of a girl.

Next came shear thigh high stockings that made my legs tingle. Then a pair of stylish pink sandals that had a cute light rosebud on the single strap and 2" heels that didn't seem hard at all to walk in.

Mrs. Evans stood back to see her work of art as I opened the bathroom door and sashshayed into the bedroom. Every step I took caused something to rub my penis and I was so close to cumming that my knees threatened to fold. Mrs. Evans came up behind me and placed her arms under my arms and fondled my breasts. I could feel my nipples responding and become like little rocks that threatened to explode of my chest. Wow! They had never felt like that before!

She was whispering in my ear again...."Oh such passion in one so young. You are precious my little slut, but let's keep that for your boyfriend OK?"

Thank God she said that! It was like a dash of cold water on my fevered brain. How had I got so wrapped up in all this so easily and quickly. Did I really WANT to be a girl? Was my mother right after all. Would I be better off as her daughter? Well be that as it may my gender confusion at the moment wasn't the issue. I would have to get into that with my Mother after. Right now I had a job to shut these perverts down and save untold numbers of innocent children from being prostituted for the Evans benefits.

 

She ushered me, not to their bedroom as expected, but downstairs to the family room. There on the couch Mark still slept in his drug induced slumber but with quite the bruise on his head from impact with the car window. Someone had taken the time to dress 'Her' up and she looked just as delicious as the other two sissy sluts. All movement in the room came to a halt as we came in and I giggled as Mr. Evans swore and my two fellow sluts just looked on in awe. I could see myself come in reflected in the full wall mirrored tiles on the back wall and I had to agree that I looked scrumptious. Mrs. Evans tittered as she said, "Well! Can I cook or what?"

"My God! Can you ever darling. This is the best you have ever done. I am actually in lust with her right now!" He slobbered.

"Of course you are my disgusting pervert! Well it is almost time, we air in fifteen minutes. Thank God we don't have to wait too much longer as this little confection is HOT to trot. I had to hold her up in the bedroom and her little nipples turned to rock at just a touch!"

I dared a look around as I rotated on my heels giggling and I noticed at least eight cameras located all around the top of the walls. Anybody watching would get practically any view they would want without having to choreograph our movements.

 

The minutes passed and I didn't have to pretend to be anxious though not about what they thought. Mrs. Evans came up behind me and again whispered in my ear. "Calm down my little colt, you will soon be a mare!"

I didn't really understand that but I turned to look at her and smiled while licking my pouty lips. She laughed and went over to her husband and whispered in his ear. He laughed and looking at his watch said."Soon my pretty, very soon. I am so looking forward to plucking your flower!"

This was it! Now or never! I looked over at the other girls and smiled and winked as I sashshayed over to Mr. Evans and wantonly stroked his bulging tool as I bent my head back at his face and giggled out."Come and get it! " and I skipped around the room giggling like a moron as Mr. and Mrs. Evans laughed. Then I was by the steps to the living room and skipped up them singing some La-La song! As soon as I was out of sight I ran as quick as I could towards my back pack only to discover.........

IT WASN'T THERE!

!!!PANIC!!!!

I looked behind the chair.... NOTHING!!! I had reached the drapes and wrapped my hand around the cord as I continued to look for my wayward backpack. Suddenly behind me I heard Mr. Evans. "What the heck are you doing you stupid cunt! Come back to the playroom now, it is almost time for your premiere!" He didn't sound mad at all just frustrated by a witless slut ruining his timing.

"I can't find my gum!" I said in my little girl voice that almost seemed to come naturally.

"Jeeze girl! Where is it?"

"In my backpack that I left right here!" I wined.

" Oh! That! I put it into the closet. I'll get it for you OK? You go back to the playroom and keep our customers happy !"

 

My relief almost caused me to faint! God in Heaven that was close!

Then my Universe came crashing down again as Mr. Davies came back opening my pack!

"Here I'll get it!" I sang trying to get him to stop. As I stepped toward him I pulled the curtain open and at the same time his hand came out of pack with my gun in it.

Looking at it stupidly for a few seconds he looked at me and snarled!" SHIT! You Bitch! You were going to shoot me!!! ME!!" He pointed the gun at me and I saw his eyes squint down in preparation of pulling the trigger.

I WAS DEAD!!! In desperation I leapt at him just as every window and door crashed in and Police, FBI, CIA, and probably some pissed off postal workers with Uzi's, flooded into the house. A swarm piled on Mr. Evans as an incredible noise deafened me and a cold shock tore through my lower belly. I could feel the force lift me up and slam me into the wall a good ten feet behind me. My last thoughts as I dropped into inky blackness was 'Cool Graphics'.

 

To be continued........

  

  

  

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