Sweet Sixteen

by Jennifer White

 

Tom Fuller couldn't be a happier man. He had the woman of his dreams (even if she came with a daughter from her previous marriage), and now they had married each other. Tom was a powerful executive at his firm, one of the largest commercial banks on the coast. He had a large house, four cars, and now he had a trophy wife as well.

Olivia was a picture of perfection, with her long blonde hair, her curves, her ample breasts. She was everything a man could dream of. Even her daughter Kylie wasn't enough to deter Tom. He had to marry her, and so he had gone about sweeping her off her feet.

A weekend trip to New York to see Broadway shows, eat at the best restaurants, and shop on 5th Avenue. Four days in Paris in the spring. A getaway for two in Hawaii. He had the money. He could take whatever time he wanted off from work, so he wooed her and gave her a taste of the good life.

The only one not very happy with the arrangement was Kylie, although Tom didn't even realize what she was going through. First, she had been very close with her mother, since it was just the two of them on their own since she was two years old. Now, her mother was less and less close to her, as she got more and more romantically involved with Tom. She resented him for taking her mother away like that. They would jet off somewhere, and she was stuck with a sitter, or at her aunt's house.

And now that they married, they were moving into Tom's place. There was nothing in his big house for a girl to do. Kylie's room was her only refuge. The basement was all yucky with wood paneling and a pool table, and things for guys. Nothing fun for girls. And she was stuck there for long periods of time, because her mom was always off to some event with Tom.

And to make matters worse, she was now living fifty miles away from where she had lived with her mother. Too far away from her friends to keep in close contact. Far enough away that she needed to enroll in a different school. Did they realize how hard that would be on her to jump into a new school in the middle of the school year? And to loose all of her friends like that?

Kylie was sixteen, and her body was changing rapidly. The onset of her period had brought mood swings as well as the physical changes she was going through. Like her mother, she was already well developed up top, and many people would think she was much older than her sixteen years. And like her mother, she had long blonde hair, and a pretty face. She was in a foul mood today though, because tomorrow was the first day at her new school, and wouldn't you know it, she got an outbreak of pimples! It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair! She went up to her bedroom, slammed the door, and jumped on the bed to cry herself to sleep.

 

* * *

 

Olivia was making arrangements for the last of her things, while Tom was at home balancing the checkbook. He had heard Kylie slamming her door again, but it had been quiet for a while. He wanted to talk to her, so that he could try to make some kind of truce. She had been very grumpy lately, and he wanted her to feel better about him.

He had his speech all rehearsed. He'd tell her how they were all in this together now, one family, and that he would respect her space, and help support her in any way he could. Tom never had a child before, let alone a girl, so he had practiced his speech several times. He would win her over, and they would all be friends. He went upstairs to go speak to her.

Tom opened the door, and found that Kylie was lying in bed. She hadn't covered herself under the sheets, but she was fast asleep, even though she was just wearing her panties and a bra. Her other clothes laid in a pile on the floor. She looked so innocent there, so like her mother. He smiled. He decided that she would appreciate it if he were to tuck her in, so he took a few steps forward, leaned over her, and grabbed the blanket.

 

"Aaaaaaaah!!!!" screamed Kylie, as she looked up and saw the man leaning over her, his arm reaching across her for the blanket. "You perv! Don't touch me! Quit looking at me like that!!!!"

Tom took a step back, as Kylie pulled the sheet up over her so that he wouldn't be able to see her body. Tom didn't think that he would wake her up. He thought she would appreciate his kind gesture, not freak out. What was wrong? He had thought it all out in advance!

"I could feel you there, staring at me! I hate you! You men are all alike! You married my mother, and you're staring at my boobs all the time! That's sick!"

"No Kylie, I just came up here to...." started Tom, before she cut him off.

"Don't give me that! I know what you're here for. You men just think about one thing."

"Kylie! You've got me all wrong!" said Tom.

"I'm glad I installed the spy-cam" she said. "Now I've got proof, on film."

"Proof of what?" asked Tom.

Kylie got up, pulled on an oversized T-shirt. She went to the computer in the corner, hit a few buttons, and showed Tom a digitized video. You could see him enter the room, and see him staring at Kylie. He got a smile on his face, then walked over to her. He put his arm across her, then she bolted up screaming.

"It wasn't what it looks like..." he said, amazed that this child had gone through the lengths to deploy such a technology in her room.

"It looks like you were after me. Mom always told me how men were. You just want to use us for sex. You just want to get into our pants. And *you* are as bad as any of them. I'm going to show this video to the cops. You're in big trouble."

"No!" said Tom. He'd be ruined in a conservative career like banking if it got out that he messed around with an underage girl...even if he didn't really do it.

"In case you're thinking of doing something to my computer, I have a real-time backup going to my friend's computer. You can destroy this one, but the video is safely backed up."

Tom stood there, while it sank in. This girl had a video that could ruin him. His entire future depended on his ability to sweet talk her into deleting the copies.

"Look" said Tom, in his stern business manner. Gone was the 'would be father' tone, replaced by one of pure business. "I don't care what it looked like, I was just trying to tuck you in."

"You perv" said Kylie. "It didn't look like that to me. Or on the video."

"What do you want from me?" said Tom. "I'll buy you a pony. You can have your own car. You can stay up late if you want, and watch R movies. Just tell me what you want."

"You don't understand *anything* about girls, do you?" asked Kylie, shaking her head.

"I guess not" said Tom.

"Well I know what I want then. I want *you* to understand what its like for me."

"And just how are you going to teach me this" he said, relieved that she wasn't going to spill the beans.

"I am going to turn *you* into a girl too."

 

The words seemed to echo off the walls. Turn him into a girl? The thought made his blood curdle. He was a man! A strong virile powerful man! There was no way that he would let this little upstart child do that to him! But then, there was the video. She could ruin him! She had him backed into a corner, and there was no way out for him, other than to give in to her.

The color drained from Tom's face. He was a very powerful person in the world. He could make or break people's fortunes or their futures by his whim of decision. He controlled billions of dollars at work, and was personally rich. He was a man of true power, someone who could get almost anything he wanted. He could get elected Senator, if he chose to run. He sat on the board of directors on four large companies, and was a major stockholder in several big firms!

Yet for all his power, all his might, this...this *girl* now had a power over him. People jumped when he said to jump, and obeyed when he barked out orders. But against Kylie, he was completely powerless.

"Go shave your legs, and I'll get a pretty dress ready for you to wear" she said.

"Please Kylie!" he said, in one last desperate attempt to avoid this terrible fate.

"Don't question my orders!" she snapped. "If you *ever* so much as delay when I tell you something, I'll have that video out on the internet, and everyone in the world will know what kind of perv you are. Now go! Shave your chest and your armpits too. You're a girl now, and girls shouldn't have all that yucky hair on their bodies. Go!"

Tom turned towards the shower, his head sunk low in shame. He belonged to Kylie now, and could not disobey her. He had no choice but to follow her orders. A little sixteen year old girl was now controlling his life.

 

* * *

 

"In here!" called out Kylie, when Tom got out of the shower.

He followed her voice into her room, where she had everything ready for him.

"First of all, I have decided that you are a girl now too. And as a girl, I can't go around calling you 'Tom'. So I've picked out a different name for you. A *girl's* name. From now on, I'm going to call you Gwen, and you will answer to that name. Is that clear, Gwen?"

"Yes" said Tom.

"Tell me who you are now."

"I'm Gwen" he said.

"Try to use a higher pitched voice, okay? You're a girl. Now tell me again who you are."

"I am Gwen" he said, his voice straining to find a higher register.

"Very good" she said, smiling. "And tell me that you are a girl."

"I'm a girl" he said, as his face flushed red with embarrassment.

"I'm glad that you understand that you're a girl Gwen" said Kylie. "And since you *are* a girl, you like to dress up in pretty clothes. I've laid out a nice outfit for you here on the bed. Now get yourself dressed!"

Tom stared at the clothes. A short black skirt. A Bebe tank top. A black lacy bra. Matching panties. Dark nylons. Clothes he wanted to *see* on a woman, not to wear!"

"Put on your panties" ordered Kylie. He was forced to do it, as much as it pained him.

"And now your bra" said Kylie. "You're a girl, so you need one to support your boobs."

He put on the bra, needing several attempts to get it fastened properly. Kylie then handed him a stack of old washrags.

"You're not built very well, so you'll need to stuff your bra" said Kylie. "I gave you a nice padded bra, but your boobs are too small Gwen. But these will help fill it out. Try to make your boobs look even. Now put them in."

Tom's hands were trembling as he stuffed has bra until it stood out full, with two nicely shaped mounds protruding from his chest.

"There Gwen. Now you have boobs. Tell me that you wish you had big ones like mom does."

"I wish I had large breasts like Olivia does" said Tom.

"No! Gwen, you can't use mom's name like that! She'd be mad at you! You need to call her 'mom' too, like I do. Now try again. Tell me you wish you had big boobs like mom does."

"I wish I had big boobs like mom does" said Tom.

"I knew you did" said Kylie, smiling.

Tom wanted to die. He was standing there in panties and a black bra stuffed full. And now he was going to have to put on the skirt, nylons, and the tank top. He did that, and as he checked himself out in the mirror, Kylie handed him high heel shoes to put on. They had what looked to be impossibly tall heels, and he knew it would be extremely difficult to walk in them. He forced them on to his feet, which were several sizes too big. The strap barely closed, with quite a struggle.

"Now hold still while I do your makeup Gwen" said Kylie.

Tom sat there as she applied all sorts of things, to make his face pretty. Then she pulled out a wig of long black hair.

"When did you get that?" asked Tom.

"It was part of mom's Halloween costume a couple of years ago. She gave it to me to play with. Now it will be your long pretty hair."

She put it on him, and made him look in the mirror. He looked foolish dressed up as a girl. This was terrible.

"Okay" sighed Tom. "I get it now. I promise I'll never disturb your space again. I'll give you as much allowance as you want, and we're all even, right?"

"What are you talking about?" said Kylie.

"You had your fun, and I learned my lesson. Can we stop now?"

"But Gwen, I'm just getting started!" said Kylie.

"Look, fun is fun, but enough is enough."

"You can't quit now Gwen."

"And why is that?" said Tom.

"Because!"

She pointed up towards the ceiling.

"Now I have a video of you molesting me, *and* I have one of you dressing up as a girl. You're really in trouble now."

Tom felt weak inside. It was bad enough being in this little girl's power, but now she had tricked him even worse. He had forgotten about the hidden camera, and now she had another damaging film of him. He looked at her helplessly. The clothes he wore, the fake boobs, the long hair, the pretty makeup...they all made him feel less and less a man, less and less in control, and less and less able to do anything about his situation.

"You're a girl now" said Kylie. "And don't you forget it!"

Tom had never felt so helpless in all his life. He never felt so weak.

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

"I told you. I'm going to turn you into a girl. And you are going to *like* it" said Kylie, with an evil grin on her face.

 

* * *

 

"Here, take these pills" said Kylie.

She and Tom had spent hours online with her friends. She had introduced 'Gwen' to them, and they all involved 'her' with their conversations about boys, clothes, favorite movie starts, gossip, and all the other things that teenage girls like to chat about. Kylie sometimes told him what to write back. He had to tell them that he was dating a really cute boy, and they had kissed, but 'she' wasn't going to let him have sex with her until they were older.

"Way to go girl" wrote back Dana, who was supportive.

"I've had sex, and it is just wonderful" replied Mary though. "Don't let society force you into missing out on something so wonderful and natural. If you want to go to bed with him, that's up to you!"

"But use protection" added Kelli. "You don't want to end up pregnant."

And so now a whole pack of teenage girls thought of him as their online friend Gwen. Great. That was just what he wanted. And now, Kylie was telling him to take the four little pink pills she had in her hand.

"Do it Gwen, now!" she demanded.

He couldn't let her ruin his life. He didn't know if they were drugs, or what. But the consequences could not be worse than being exposed by her. He took the pills from here, and washed them down with the cola they had been drinking as they chatted online with the girls.

"What were those?" asked Tom.

"Birth control pills" replied Kylie. "If you're going to understand what it is to be a girl, you need female hormones going through your bloodstream, effecting your brain, and changing your body."

"How do you have birth control pills?" said Tom. "You told me and Olivia...I mean mommy...that you're not sexually active."

"I'm not" said Kylie. "But I have very heavy periods. The doctor put me on these so it wouldn't be so bad every month. They trick your body into thinking its pregnant, but using female hormones and stuff. The only side effect is that they make your boobs grow faster. But that's a big plus, isn't it?"

Tom felt a state of shock. Here he was, dressed up in girl's clothing, and now he had just taken pills that would make his breasts grow. This was getting worse and worse. But thankfully, Olivia was due home soon, and Kylie was ready to stop for the day.

"Mom will be home soon" she said, "so you can go change back into your old clothes. But before you leave for work in the morning, come into my room. You can't leave without seeing me, or I will show the video to mom, and to everyone in the world. Understand?"

"Yes" sighed Tom. How long would she hold this over his head? What could he do to get the video away from here, and get rid of her leverage? Of course, even if he took away her computer and destroyed it, he didn't know who would have backup copies of the video. There was no way to tell. So there was no way to stop her. He *had* to go along with her whims, and do what she said. Maybe at some point, she would tire of the game, and let him go. He prayed that the day would come sooner, rather than later.

 

* * *

 

In the morning, before Tom left for work, he went into Kylie's room as she asked.

"Here, put these on under your man clothes" she said, handing him a pair of white panties, and a white bra with pink flowers embroidered on the outside.

"I have to go to work. I can't wear those!" said Tom.

"Yes you can. Nobody will see, if you keep your suit jacket on. Now get into them. Don't argue with me!"

Tom had no choice. He took the panties and bra from her. She turned her back while he put the panties on, then the bra.

"Don't button your shirt up yet" said Kylie, as Tom stepped back into his pants.

When he was done, he turned to her. His starched white button-down shirt was open, exposing his chest. Kylie smiled. She took out two pairs of white socks, and unbunched them. Then she reached into the cups of his bra, and placed the socks inside.

"There. Now you aren't so flat chested."

"Kylie! I can't do this!" said Tom.

"Oh Gwen, you argued with me. That will cost you another pair."

She put a third sock into each bra cup.

"If you keep it up, you'll never be able to hide your boobs under your jacket. Everyone will know you're a girl."

Tom shut up. He wouldn't protest anymore. Any more socks, and the mounds on his chest would be too apparent.

"Now take your birth control pills. We don't want you getting pregnant" said Kylie, handing him four more.

Tom hadn't noticed anything changed in his body, but it had only been one day. But he knew that if he kept taking female hormones, they would start to alter things, and he would be in big trouble. He hoped against all hope that this would end soon.

He had worn pajamas to bed that night, so Olivia wouldn't notice that he was hairless now. But he couldn't hide that for long. She would want to know why he had been shaving his legs. How could he tell her without getting in trouble? If she thought he had done something to Kylie, like the video seemed to show, then she would turn on him. He had to keep her from knowing his secret.

"Off you go Gwen!" said Kylie. "Just remember, I'm going to call you several times during the day. Use the digital camera in your cell phone to take a picture, and show me that you're wearing your bra, and it is still stuffed. Any failure on your part will result in....well you know."

The way she smiled made him feel sick. She was just a girl, and now she was running his life! Tom felt so weak, so helpless. He was under the complete control of a *girl*.

 

* * *

 

Several times during the day, just as she promised, Kylie called Tom, and told him to take a picture of himself and send it. So he had to keep the bra on all day. It was a hot day, and everyone else had on just their shirts and ties. But he kept on his jacket. First of all, you could see the embroidered roses on his bra through his shirt. And secondly, without the jacket, you could see the mounds on his chest. So he *had* to keep it on all day, except when she called for a picture.

Equally annoying was the fact that all the girls who had been instant messaging with him and Kylie yesterday had that feature on their cell phones. So every now and then during the day, while he was working on his computer, he'd get an instant message from a girl, which Kylie instructed him to answer. Great. Just what he wanted to do.

 

The next few days were the same. See Kylie before leaving for work, be told to wear women's undergarments, and take four birth control pills. Then check in during the day. And instant message with the girls. It was a terrible week for him, and it was hard to concentrate on work.

Kylie had told him to give her some money, because she wanted to buy some things. He gave her five hundred dollars, hoping it would help his case. But instead of buying things for herself, she had been buying things for him. And so it was on Friday, that under his business suit, he found himself wearing a red corset, and fishnet stockings held up by garters.

And when he got home, Olivia was out, so Kylie told him that he was going to dress up in full.

"I have a surprise for you" she said.

"What's that?" asked Tom, dreading the answer.

"These" she said, handing him a box.

The box contained breast forms; two very realistic looking fake breasts. They seemed so huge to Tom. When Kylie put them onto his chest, and he looked in the mirror, it really did look like he had boobs. The corset was strapless, tight around his waist, and had a low cut V in the center. Now with his breast forms held in place with a special glue that came with them, they looked like they were natural features of his chest.

Next, she put him into a little black dress, and high heel shoes she had purchased in just his size. She put on his makeup, and did his nails. She used nail extensions, making it look like he had long nails. Then she painted his nails a bright red color.

He looked in the mirror. He looked like a woman at a bar who was there to pick up men. Or a hooker. This was awful, terrible, embarrassing and humiliating. Tom was used to women jumping when he said to jump. His secretaries scrambled at work to make him happy. Women served him. He didn't serve women! He still could not believe how a mere child had done all this to him. A girl.

But as bad as it was, it was about to get even worse.

"Tell me you're a girl" she said.

"I'm a girl" repeated Tom.

"Tell me you like being pretty, and you like being a girl."

"I like being pretty" said Tom. "I like being a girl."

 

"So, you *like* being a girl" said a third voice. Olivia.

"Olivia!" said Tom.

"Gwen! You don't address your mother like that!" said Kylie. "Call her mom!"

"Now Kylie..." started Tom.

"Now! Or I'll do it!" she said.

"Okay" he said, relenting. He turned to Olivia and spoke: "Hi mom."

Olivia smiled. Tom hoped that she was about to jump in and rescue him.

"Kylie told me about your behavior around her" she said.

Tom froze. She *knew*!

"I would have stopped her, but for one thing. Laurie."

Laurie? How did she know about Laurie? She was the executive assistant at work, that he had the occasional affair with. They were just using each other for sex, and it wasn't a big deal.

"How do you know about her?" he said, not even bothering to deny it.

"I was out shopping, and saw you two coming out of a hotel. You never did see me, because you were kissing her the whole way out to your cab. The way you were touching her, I knew it wasn't just friends. I went to the front desk, and asked about you. They said that you and "Mrs. Fuller" had just checked out, and I had just missed you."

"Olivia..." he started.

"Mom!" insisted Kylie.

"Mom, but its not a big deal. It was just sex, not love."

"You had sex with Laurie?" said Kylie.

"Yes, I did" admitted Tom.

"You're a lesbian!" she said gleefully.

"I'm not a lesbian" said Tom.

"You're a girl. You have sex with other girls. That makes you a lesbian. Now admit to mommie and me that you are one."

"Okay. I'm a lesbian" said Tom.

"Tell us that you're a girl."

"I'm a girl" said Tom.

"Tell our mother that you're glad you're her daughter, because you'll grow up to be a woman like her one day."

"Please!" said Tom.

"You heard her" said Olivia. "Tell us!"

"I....I'm glad that I'm a girl, because I'll grow up to be a woman like you one day, mommie."

"I love you Gwen" said Olivia. "You're my little girl."

 

Kylie smiled. Her domination of Tom was complete. He was powerless to do anything about it either.

"There will be a few changes in this household" said Olivia. "When you are home, from now on you will be Gwen at all times. You will dress like a girl, you will act like a girl, you will *be* a girl. I am your mother, and you will obey me at all times. You will also continue to obey your sister. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Tom, his voice trembling.

"You will continue to take birth control pills, as well as estrogen pills I will supply you with. Over time, your body will start to change, and you really *will* become a girl. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Tom, almost crying.

"You are no longer a man, no longer my husband. You are a girl now. You are my daughter. You will never share my bed again. You will move into another bedroom, which will be decorated in pink, with all the things a little girl like you deserves. Your own dresses. Your own dolls. Your own makeup. You will live in a little girl's room from now on. Do you understand?"

"Yes" whispered Tom.

"You are a girl now, and forever. We will allow you to go to work for a while, until you introduce your replacement."

"And who would that be?" asked Tom.

"Me. I will run things, instead of you. You need to stay home, so you can cook, clean, shop, and do all the other things that women are supposed to do. You will be the maid. You will be the cook. You will wash the dishes and do the laundry. I'll be out there earning a living, while you wash the windows and file your nails. I will attend the business meetings, while you get pedicures and get your hair done. You are a girl now. You are Gwen. And you will never go back. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Tom, now crying.

"The female hormones you are taking will quickly stop your male sexual functions from working. You'll never be able to get hard again. You'll never have another affair. If you are ever with Laurie again, it will be so that you two can go shopping for dresses, going to a baby shower, or to go on a date with some cute guys. You'll never perform in bed as a man again. You are a girl now. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Now sometimes, *I* might need a man. A real man, who doesn't dress like a girl and act like one all day long. So you might find me bringing men over, so we can have sex in the bed you used to sleep in. When they come over, you need to be home, so I can introduce you to them as my daughter. I might even ask you to hide in the closet, so you can watch us. Do you understand?"

"Yes" whimpered Tom. He was completely crushed now. The power that Kylie had over him was total and complete. And now Olivia had taken charge as well. His life was ruled by women now. He was under complete and utter female control.

"We are going to turn you into a real girl" said Kylie. "And you're going to love it."

"You will keep taking hormones. I will give you breast cream, to help make your boobs grow faster."

"You're going to be just like us!"

"You are going to become a *real* girl."

"We're going to get you a boob job."

"And if you ever fail to obey us, we will take you in, and get a special operation for you, to cut out that ugly growth between your legs, so that you will be a total and complete girl."

"Get on your knees" said Kylie.

Tom got down on his knees. He was looking up at the women who now ran his life.

"You are nothing now. You belong to us" said Kylie.

"You are just a girl" said Olivia.

"You are a girl."

"You are a girl."

"Now and forever."

Tom fell down, lying on the floor crying. His life was ruined. There was no way out for him now. Either he could leave these two, and have the tapes released, which would probably put him in jail. Or he could continue to have what little of a life was left, and obey them, being their slave, as they turned him into a girl, bit by bit.

"Come on Gwen. Dry your tears" said Kylie. "Mommie is going to teach us how to make cookies today. Lets go fix your makeup, put on a pretty pink dress, and join her in the kitchen."

"Okay" said Tom.

His life as a man was over. Now he started his new life, as a girl.

  

  

  

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