Two Mistakes

by Dennis St.John

(Part 3 of 4)

      

As I said before, there are girls out there that seem to walk around with a sign around their neck that said 'Fuck Me!' What I didn't expect was that 'girl' would be me. After our little excursion to the Buss Station, and my almost taking three steps down a wrong road, I guess I have to thank, not that I want to, the guy who called me a faggot. Without his unwelcome assistance I'd would probably taken those three little steps and got on the Buss home. I'd probably be sitting in my room, playing video games, going out with my friends for a beer and pizza, or moping around the house driving my parents crazy and going nowhere in a hurry. At eighteen, I didn't know my head from a hole in the ground, as they say. College was so far off dream, and my job prospects were about as bright as a burned out light bulb. The thought of flipping hamburger and saying '…you want fries with that? Was about as appealing as… well I couldn't think of anything to compare it to. Whatever jobs were open to my skill set had little or no appeal at all, except the paycheck, of course. Not that I'd have much left after taxes, insurance, gas for my joke of a gas-guzzling car and incidentals like monthly car insurance, and clothes. I'd probably have just about enough to go to a movie or buy a tire for my car. Not exactly a life sparking with excitement. It did have one thing going for it. It was safe, secure and I didn't have to worry too much about my male image, or ego. I'd get laid eventually I suppose, probably over weight chic who give me a sympathy fuck until I maybe find some nice, ordinary girl, settle down and have kids. I'd probably end up like my Dad, old, over weight, staid, balding, comfortable, and most of all, safe

However, I hadn't taken those three small steps because some asshole behind me had called me a fag. I decked him, and that felt so dam good, even if I did almost break my hand doing it. Daddy wasn't happy about that, not because I'd decked the guy, but because I might have broken my hand. I did get an over the knee spanking for that, but it wasn't hard, more of a reminder. It stung just a little and I had to stand in the corner for half an hour before he permitted me to get down on my knees between his legs and show him how sorry I was. I did show him, and promised to behave in future and he kissed me softly after. So much for my male image and ego. The guy was right, I am a fag, or to be correct, a painted, powdered, perfumed, cross-dressing, cock sucking sissy faggot queerboy slut thanks to Daddy. That was the choice I made at the Buss Station, and instead of taking those three small steps onto the Buss, I'd almost run across the parking lot, which is very hard to do in 4" high spike heels, to Daddy's car. Strappy little 'Fuck Me' shoes aren't the thing to go running around in as you can break an ankle. I now have a slave collar around my throat almost 24/7. Some are very nice, like the three-strand peal chocker I wore first, to a thin one with diamond. Others are more utilitarian leaning more to the studded black leather bondage collars with the big silver 'D' rings for restraint. Those he locked on with padlocks as a reminder . Even without them on, as when I take a shower I can still feel it and the weight of the leash that Daddy holds in his strong hand. On certain special occasions, he's done that to me when we went out with me wearing a silver or gold collar with a silver or gold leash attached to the 'D' ring. It makes a statement that's hard to miss. I'm his property, owned, kept and available for a price. That's not to say I'm a hooker, I'm not really. However, Daddy has certain international business clients and if need be, I am available to them, usually after they conclude a successful business deal. Not that I am part of the deal, just a 'thank you' gift for the evening. There are limits to what they can do to me, hard as they may be and it fills a need I didn't even know I had until recently.

The morning after we returned from the Buss Station, Daddy took me to the spar again early in the morning, and I didn't need one of his pills thing time. I spent a wonderful, if somewhat painful day getting, massaged, manicured, pedicure, powdered, primped, and perfumed, and in general turned back into a complete girlyboy again. I didn't particular like the collagen injection in the bridge of my nose, lips, eyebrows and cheeks, but that was part of the process. They told me that I wouldn't need it after a while, after the hormones kicked it. Unbeknownst to me, Daddy had already started me on them over the weekend, in the hope I'd take the right steps and choose this life instead of going back to my old one. The injections they gave me during the day were booster shots to accelerate the process of my breast development. That thought made me shiver. It was a big commitment on my part, and I wasn't even mad at Daddy for starting me on the hormones without giving me the option to refuse. In about six month, I'd never be able to go back to being the guys I was before, and not because I'd have titties. I could hide it from my parents for a while, as Daddy agreed to. On those weekends, I'd dress up in guy clothes and pretend I was the same person I was before. It sounded funny saying dress up in guy clothes, instead of dress up in girl's clothes. My 'normal' clothes are nothing but girl's clothes now in one way or another, so I would be just dressing up in guy clothes for a day or two. Even without makeup, I'd have to be careful around my folks as I now have a very effeminate face. Full pouty lips, arched eyebrows, soft downy cheeks and a soft willowy look. Daddy suggested I bulk out with extra clothes and a heavy jacket and wear a baseball cap most of the time. My first weekend 'home' was coming up fast, and I felt a little uncertain about it. My butt got paddled hard when I said I wasn't going, and I stood there pouting, rubbing my bottom and tears in my eyes for god sake as I looked at Daddy. His stern look told me I'd better not argue about it, or even think about not going home. I turned my back on him and tossed my hair. That got me another quick slap. I jumped in shock and let out Eek! Of surprise.

"Behave yourself, sissy bitch, or do you want me to take you upstairs?" I quickly shook my head, knowing what that meant.

A stiff leather strap and my bare bottom meeting together probably, and something I wanted to avoid as long as possible. Damn it, it hurt! I rubbed my sore bottom and blushed, thinking of myself over his lap squealing like a girl as he spanked me. It wasn't that he was holding me prisoner, at 18, I could leave home any time I wanted, in fact, I had left home, and my parents just didn't know it yet. I resigned myself to the inevitable trip home, nibbling my lower lip in apprehension.

"Now, go upstairs and get changed, we are going out." He said, as he walked out onto the patio.

"Where we going Daddy? Curiously was one of my left over traits that I was steadily getting cure of under my Master's strong hand.

"You'll see." He replied cryptically. I pouted and went upstairs. I found Nora laying out clothes for me and my eyebrows climbed up a little.

"Strip." She said, smiling her little smile as she always did when I had to get naked in front of her. Giving her a look and poking my tongue out, I started undressing, taking my skirt off first. As if in revenge, she waiting until I had my hands over my head pulling off the tight tee shirt before she came over and pulled my panties down to my ankles. She knew I was still shy about her seeing all of me and I let out a little squeal and struggled to get the damn top off. I did, putting my hands on my hips and glaring at her. It rolled off like water off a ducks back. She turned and lifted up and pair of white lace panties and held them out to me. I practically snatched them out of her hand, turning slightly to step into them. As quickly as I could I pulled them up my legs and over my hips. Turning my back to her, I tucked my semi hard cock between my legs and settled the panties in place. I expected a bra, but instead, she held up a halter-top and slipped the neckband over my head. Biting my lip, I waited for her to ties the back, feeling the material at the front snuggle around my small budding breast. The material did nothing to hide them. In fact, you could see the little nipples sticking out. To make it worse, Nora deliberately ran her hands over both breasts, as if straightening the fabric. For a moment, she looked into my eye then leaned down to kiss each of the nipples. That sent a tingle all the way down to my toes and I shivered in response.

"Your breasts are developing nicely Michelle." I blushed, as I wasn't use to someone using my new name very often. Nevertheless, I wasn't Mike any longer, but Michelle. He'd gone away, and to tell the true I didn't miss him that much. As he disappeared, a sexy young girl was immerging, one with a hot body that a lot of men wanted. They only wanted one thing, well several actually, and knew that under the right circumstances they could have me any way they wanted and didn't have to be polite or gentle about getting it. In fact, most wanted it that way, me being unwilling and acting innocent. I can't say that I didn't like it, I did, even if some of what they did was painful to certain parts of my body, but even that fed some deep need inside me.

Nora finished kissing me and went to get the skirt. Did I say skirt! It was more like a very wide belt, and sitting down was going to expose a lot of my white lace panties, and forget bending over more than three degrees from the vertical. Everyone would see my panties bottom from three miles away for god sake. I sighed and shook my head. What a girl has to wear to please a man I thought, then giggled. I found I was doing a lot of that lately, along with a few other girlish traits I didn't know I had, like pouring and wiggling my hips. Leg warms and sneakers came next, old sneakers at that sort of scuffed and used looking. I saw myself in the mirror as I turned around and stared. Daddy was definitely going in for the… I was going to say slutty look, but I'd seen a lot of young teen girls in similar outfits. After that, Nora gently pushed me towards the bathroom to break my fixed stare. Wherever Mike had gone, he'd taken a couple of years with him. I looked more like a 15/16 year old now, especially with the budding breast. I had the feeling that this was a deliberate look, as in one way it solved the legal age provision should the question ever come up no matter how young I looked. She stood me in front of the makeup table and began brushing my hair. Typically, I sighed lot and wiggled around, and without warning, she reached down, flipped the back of my skirt up and slapped my bottom hard with the back of the hairbrush.

"OUCH!" I yelled, grabbing my left cheek. "What was that for?" I demanded, giving her a wounded look.

"For not standing still and letting me do your hair. Do you want a matching set?" She held the brush up.

"No!" I whined, giving my butt a rub.

"Then stand still and behave, or I will." She arched an eyebrow at me in warning. "If I don't get you perfect for Mr. Gray, then I'm in trouble, and trust me, you don't want to know how bad that trouble is, I promise." I gulped, wondering what Daddy did to her. She was serious. Whatever it was, she didn't want to experience it again any time soon. I stood still and let her finish, even going so far as to let her adjust my cock inside the panties and straighten them to her satisfaction.

"Just a little lips gloss and some perfume and you're ready." She smiled, looking at her watch. "But you'd better hurry or we'll both be in trouble." Thankfully, with the new permanent makeup I didn't need to do anything to it. They call it permanent, but in fact, you can take it off with a special solution, otherwise I'd be screwed going home for the weekend.

After that, I dashed downstairs, seeing Daddy standing by the front door. He didn't need to look at his watch, just the look in his eye told me I'd be over his lap before the day was out. I tried to look contrite, but it didn't work on him. I might as well have tried to move a statue for all the good it would do me. It didn't take a genius to realize that Daddy likes to spank me, and looked for any excuse, no matter how small to do just that. He was dressed as usual in a casual but expensive business suit, and looked very distinguished with the touch of gray in his full hair. His strong, tanned, hansom face commanded respect from everyone he met, and oddly, I felt proud to be seen out with him. Sitting into the passenger seat, I wondered about that. As a guy, strong forceful men had always frightened me a little, as I knew I'd never be like them. As a 'girl' or girlyboy, I wasn't frightened and liked him being in command of me. It pointed up that fact, that this is exactly what I was meant to be all along, and just didn't know it until that first weekend when he raped me.

We didn't drive far, just to Beverly Hills where he pulled into a parking lot as the sun was setting and turned the car over to a valet. The guy's eyes bugged out of his head when he opened my door and I swung my legs out. He probably had the best crotch shot he'd ever had in his young life up till then as my short skirt rode all the way up, exposing my white lace panties to his gaze. He gulped hard and dragged his eye up but couldn't get passed my titties to my eyes, or he would have seen the disapproving look I gave him as I jerked my skirt down. I muttered 'BOYS' rather louder than I should and stomped off around the car to take Daddy hand, flipping my hair over my shoulder as I did. Somehow, I'd developed that girl trait rather nicely. I'd been on the receiving end of it so many times, and knew how it felt. Now I knew what it felt like to give it. I had to smile but not where the guy could see it. We walked into the Mall and wandered around for a while, stopping every so often to look in a storefront. It did give me the opportunity to look behind me, and sure enough, most of the male eyes, and a lot of female eyes were on me, probably my butt and I wondered if my skirt had ridden up. As we turned back, all eye swiveled forward, and it gave me a chance to pull my skirt down at the back without making it obvious. It hadn't, so I guess they just liked looking at a cute teenager with long tanned legs and a cute butt. We stopped to get an ice cream, and I set on a low wall, not daring to sit on one of the benches. Every guy in the place would be walking in large circles to pass by again and get another crotch shot otherwise. The wall was pretty safe, unless you were kneeling, which a few bolder guys did, deliberately dropping things as they walked by. I ignored them as much as possible and slowly licked my ice cream in long slow licks. A couple of young guys on a nearby bench looked like they were about to have a heart attack as they watched me lick, and I knew exactly what they were thinking. I'd thought the same thing myself seeing a girl do that. I deliberately licked my lips with the tip of my tongue and making an 'O' of my mouth, slowly inserting the ice cream and closing my lips around it, then sucked my cheeks in. The guys just about lost it at that point. One hung his head, and I suspected he was almost crying. The other one threw his head back and shook it, as if couldn't believe what he'd just seen. I looked up all wide-eyed and innocent and rubbed my nose with my middle finger as if wiping ice cream off.

"Having fun are you?" Daddy asked, leaning over.

"What?" I asked, giving him the same wide eyed innocent look. He knew better.

"Michelle you are such a lovely little slut, you know that don't you." I giggled and looked down at the tiled floor, blushing slightly. I was being naughty, but it felt good to tease them.

"Now then, about your punishment for being late, and not wearing your collar." My hand flew to my throat. Lord! I had forgotten it, or Nora had.

"Um… I…" I wasn't sure what to say.

"Um won't cut it. Now or later?" I blinked. Was he going to put me over his knee in the middle of the plaza and spank me? It was a thought, public humiliation, but I didn't think so. Daddy had something else in mind, and it required me to agree to being punished now.

"Now." I murmured.

"Good. You need a school uniform, more than one in fact, and the other outfits and usual accessories, panties, bra, socks, shoes and what have you."

"Oh." I blinked. I had no idea where he was going with this, and I was a little hesitant.

"Can I ask why m… sir?"

"Yes, of course, because you are going back to school." I had a mouthful of ice cream at the time and almost choked as I tried to swallow the ice-cold lump it all at once. I coughed a few times to clear my throat.

"I am?" I spluttered. God! I just got out of school, now he wants me to go back! "Shit!" I muttered. I didn't do any good the first time round. What made him think I'd do any better the second time?

"So, we are going to go into a very conservative store that specializes in school uniforms. There you be a slightly, and I emphasis the slightly, obnoxious teenage girl. You will be rude and uncooperative but not shrill or freaky. Do you understand?"

"Um… yes sir, I think so."

"Good. This is a test to see how well you can act. Remember, you are a teenage girl, not a sissyboy or a fag, so no prancing or silly hand gestures, and don't under any circum stances lisp. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." He wanted me to almost act my age, just a little younger. I'd seen enough girls acting that way, so I shouldn't be hard. Speaking of which. The two guys opposite stood up to leave, and it wasn't difficult to see they both had hard dicks. I looked down to see my skirt had ridden up while Daddy and I talked, and the two of them had perfect crotch shots right up my skirt. Damn it! It sort of made me mad, remembering the number of time I'd done the same thing. It's different when you are on the given end instead of the receiving end.

Finishing the ice cream, we first went to the toilet, he to the men's room, me to the ladies room to wash out hands. I also needed to take a pee. I felt nervous going in but thankfully at that moment it was empty. I peed as I was supposed to. As I dried and tucked myself back in, I heard someone come in, and two girls start talking and giggling. They both looked at me in the mirror as I came out, smiling and saying Hi. I said Hi and went to wash my hands. I could see the looks, but recognized it as two girls looking at another girl.

"Nice outfit." One said, and the other nodded.

"Yeah, don't get to wear it that much."

"Really? God I'd be wearing it all the time if my Dad would let me. He kinda freak when I put it on."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. My… uncle won't let me go to the mall in this unless he's with me." I answered.

"Bummer. Parents are so up tight."

"Aren't they. You'd think we were going out to… well, you know play with the boys the way they carry on."

"Isn't that the truth? I just wish I could sometime." I let out a low giggle. They joint in.

"He with you now?" The other asked, and I nodded.

"Fuck! I was going to ask you to go with us." She looked at her friend who nodded.

"Wish I could." I muttered. Boy did I wish I could. These two were hot. 15/16 I'd guess and I knew I could get into one of their panties. Wait! I'm already in a pair of panties. I let out a long sigh, and they misinterpret it.

"Oh well. See you!" They waved and gave me a smile as we parted outside, both looking at Daddy as he came walking up.

"Any problem, Michelle?" He asked, looking at the retreating girls walking hand in hand.

"No sir, just chatting."

"Good. Did they… um… act differently to you in any way?" He asked as we walked toward the store.

"No, actually, they asked me to hang with them." I smiled and Daddy saw it.

"What." I pulled on his sleeve and he leaned over.

"They want me to go with them and find some boys. I think they are out to get laid." Daddy broke out laughing at that.

"And of course, being a well brought up young lady, you said no." I giggled.

"No, I wanted to but told them that you wouldn't let me go out alone wearing this outfit."

"That's true, I wouldn't sissy bitch!" He whispered in my ear. "That is strictly so I can show you off, and for me to get into your cute little panties later." That made me blush.

We entered the store finding it empty at this hour, as it was almost closing time for them. I put my game face on, pouting slightly and looking pissed off. Daddy must have timed it, seeing the arched eyebrow look of the manager as she looked at her watch. We separated, and I saw Daddy go over and start talking to a rather stern face but exceptionally beautiful woman I guessed was the manager. She clapped her hand, and within second, three young ladies dash up and stood there as if they were on parade. This lady ran a tight ship from the look of it. I wandered about the store, picking at this and that. I did see one outfit I'd like to have, a bright red sheath dress that would mould itself to my figure like a glove. I don't thing you could even wear panties with it let alone a bra. The dress would be so tight you could probably read the label on the panties. I hear Mr. Gray call me, managing not to turn and pretended to deliberately ignore him. He called several time, and finally I turn towards him, an angry look on my faced.

"What!" I demanded, looking daggers. At least I hoped I did.

"Michelle! Get over here, now!" There was no mistaking the note of command in his voice. If I didn't know better, I'd have said he was serious. I crossed my arms under my breast and stood there tapping my floor. "I won't tell you again, young lady! Get over here, now!" We looked hard at one another for a moment, then I slumped, and looking dejected dragged my feet as I walked over.

"I have just about enough of your behavior, young lady." He snapped, grabbing my arm. "You are going to get your new school uniforms today whether you like it or not. No more procrastinating."

"I don't want to wear the stupid school uniform. They're dull and they made me itch!" I snapped back. Daddy looked away for a moment then walked over to a counter and pick up a rather large wooden backed hairbrush. He turned and looked at the manager.

"May I test this out?" He asked. For a moment, the manager looked at him, then me, a slight smile crossing her full lips.

"Yes, sir. I think fitting room number three would be the best place to test it." She said, holding her hand together at her waist. I looked between them, first one way, and then the other a look of dawning comprehension crossing my face as Daddy walked towards me.

"No! I mean, yes. I'll do what you want… please… I'll wear the stupid uniform… no!" I moaned as Daddy came up and grabbed me by the arm. I struggled in his grip, and not all of it fake. I knew the spanking was going to be real. I got a quick look at the three sales girls standing there with shocked looks on their faces. One had her hand over her mouth.

"Janice!" The manager snapped and one of the girls jumped as if she'd been goosed with a cattle prod.

"Yes Miss… Ma'am?" She stuttered, but I had the feeling she was going to use another name.

"Go close the doors and lower the shutters. We are closing a little early to day." She ordered. With a startled look, the girl ran across the floor and quickly closed the doors, almost shutting in the face of some grand Dame who happened to be walking into the store at that moment. They did a little push pull for a moment before the lady gave up with a snort what would have done justice to a porker. Janice hit the switch and the security shutter clattered down. The light were on in the store, otherwise we would have been in complete darkness. The last thing I saw before Daddy dragged my into the changing room was Janice racing back across the floor to take her place at the end of the line next to the other two. He closed the door and sat on the bench set against one wall, pulling me towards him. I dragged in a shaky breath as he pulled me over his lap and lifted my skirt a little more.

"If you scream, the panties come off and in your mouth and we start again." I nodded. I didn't want that. My 'secret' would be revealed them.

He started with his hand as a warm up, landing his large powerful hand on each cheek five times. I winced, biting back a yell. Daddy meant with when he said the panties would come off. He stopped, and I felt his thumb hook into the elastic waistband and pull them down to expose me bottom. Just then, the door opened in walked the manager. I looked around, but couldn't see her face.

"May I watch?" She asked, as if asking for the time.

"Of course." This was humiliating. Daddy had never spanked me in front of anyone except Nora before now. He started with the hairbrush, and that really stung. I kicked and struggled, holding backs the screams. I couldn't hold back and hot tears ran down my cheeks as I sobbed and cried, begging him to stop between gasping for breath. Of course, it didn't do any good. He was going to spank me as long as he liked, and he knew it. At last, he did stop and I slid off his lap onto the floor. I knew what was coming next, or thought I did and I wondered if I'd have to do it in front of the manager.

"Very nicely done. I especially like the top of the thighs. That was a nice touch. Their bottoms get desensitized after a while." She murmured in a low husky voice. The bitch was turned on, I thought.

"Stand up." Daddy said in a hard voice. Getting to my feet, I pulled the panties up, but not fast enough.

"Oh I see." The manager murmured, nodding slightly. "They can be so unruly at that age, and a strong hand it needed, otherwise they can get out of hand."

"Yes I agree. I don't think we'll have any more trouble." He gave me a stern look and rubbing my butt I nodded. "Her Parents are out of town, so I need to make sure this one is dressed correctly for school."

"What does 'she' have presently." I didn't miss the slight emphasis on the she.

"Nothing at the moment, or nothing I'd let her wear to school. All her old clothes don't fit any longer, so I had to throw them all away." It was like some sort of code. Everything he said to her was the exact truth, it just depended on the point of view.

"So, 'she' will need everything from the skin out?"

"Yes, everything. At the moment, the only other things she has makes her look like a slut." I had the grace to blush, and again he told the truth. All my other clothes did make me looking like a slut… well, maybe not the electric blue dress, that one was nice, but maybe what I wore under it did. "I'll leave 'her' in your charge then. How long do you think it will take to dress her?"

"No more than an hour. I'll have two of the girl's go home and use the other to assist me. Clara will let you out the side door. When you return, if you'd ring the bell three times, I'll know it you."

"Very good, and by the way, the cost is no object. If you feel you need more time to dress her, here is my call phone number."

"I'd like to see how she looks in several dresses and combinations so I can get a better of how she should dress." The manager looked at me and raised one arched eyebrow. "And if 'she' should prove difficult?" Daddy held the hairbrush out to her.

"Add this to my bill… and feel free to use this if you find it necessary." He gave me a look. "I have no doubt she'll revert to form once I'm gone, so don't hesitate for one moment to use the brush, or any other method of punishment you think appropriate." I gulped hearing him say that. The message was clear. I had to 'revert' to being the stubborn, obnoxious teen-age brat again once he'd departed. That was a scary thought and wondered if the manager was as hard as Daddy was.

The manager dismissed two of the girl, leaving Janice, the jumpy one and me alone while she escorted Daddy and made sure the doors were locked. I stood there rubbing my butt, and it didn't feel too bad now. I looked at Janice, and she looked as nervous as I did. I smiled weakly at her and we stood there looking at nothing until the manager came back. She'd changed, and now wore, mid-length black dress with a slit up both sides of the skirt and went all the way up to her hips. I only saw that secondary as she walked towards use, her legs peeking in and out of the dress. It was the short leather strap she held in her hand that got my attention. This one was wider than the one Daddy used and looked a lot stiffer. She walked up and stood there with her hands on her hip.

"Are you going to give me any trouble girl?" She asked, and I quickly shook my head, not matter what Daddy said I should do, that strap looked positively wicked. I wasn't in any rush to find out how wicked. "Good, now strip."

"Um… Yes ma'am." I hurriedly removed my sneakers, socks, legs warmers, and halter-top, slowing slightly as I carefully removed my skirt. I didn't want to pull the panties down as well by mistake. Picking the skirt up, I placed it with my other thing and stood there waiting, dressed in just a pair of white lace panties. It was the way the Janice looked at me that made me fidget.

"Didn't you hear me?" The manager asked, tapping her foot.

"Yes, ma'am." I stuttered, not sure what she meant.

"I said strip, which means everything, including those slutty panties you are wearing." She snapped coldly.

"Please ma'am. I need to keep them on…" Before I could even finish, she grabbed my pony tail and pulled my across the room to a low desk.

In a second, I was over it, flat on my stomach and the strap landing across my sore butt. Now I squealed, kicked, and sobbed. That damn strap was worse than Daddy's was. It covered a wider area and I was soon crying my eyes out. At last, she stopped and pulled me upright but I didn't have a chance to grab my butt before she jerked my hands away.

"Put your hand on top of your head and keep them there. Janice! Come over here." Janice did and stood where the manager was pointing, right in front of me. "Remove her panties."

Janice gulped hard and quickly got on her knees and hooked her thumbs under each leg of the panties and pulled them down. It felt so humiliating, even worse than the first time Daddy had made me do that. I heard a gasp of breath and looked down, seeing Janice looking up at me, my semi hard cock standing out slightly from my body. I lifted my feet and Janice removed the panties and stood up, blushed worse than I was.

"Janice! Do you want to feel this strap as well?" The managers asked. Janice immediately shook her head.

"No, Mistress." She said it, the word I thought she was going to say earlier.

"Then strip, and show the nasty little pervert what a nice girl you are." For a moment, Janice looked horrified, and with a sharp intake of breathe began to undress. My cock started to get hard, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I couldn't put my hands down to cover myself, not that it mattered now, and by the time Janice was down to her panties, bra, stocking and garter belt, my cock was sticking straight out. If anything, the Mistress seemed amused for some reason. Her bra came off next, exposing a lovely pair of boobies to my gaze. Janice had lovely full tits that stood up proud. The nipples were as hard as rocks, and looked like dark pink cherries on top of a mound of delicious white ice cream. Dam! I would have loved to go over and try to eat that cherry. I'd be licking that ice cream cone all night to get it. With a sob, Janice bent over and pulled her panties until they slithered down her legs to her ankles. Now it was my turn to get a shock. Instead of a nice mound and a look at a girls pussy, I saw a cock, not much bigger than mine sticking straight out as mine was. Without being told, Janice put her hands on her head and stood there crying in shame.

"Well, isn't that lovely. Two swishy little girlyboy together. How precious." She laughed and came over to fondle Janice's cock. She winced as her Mistress squeezed it hard, and it lost some of it stiffness. "Now then Janice. Go and get a pair of stocking, garter belt, and shoes like yours. I want to see the two of you dressed the same." Janice gave her a startled look and ran off to do as 'her' Mistress ordered. She turned to me and grabbed my cock.

"So, what's your story, sissy bitch?" She laughed seeing the expression of pain and pleasure on my face. "I bet you were a panty wearing little sissy shit before someone took you in hand, weren't you?" I nodded, unable to speak for the moment. Not that she really wanted an answer yet. She was having fun teasing me. Janice returned with a new pair of lace topped, panties, garter belt and shoes and stood there waiting for orders.

"Well, what are you waiting for, dress him." She snapped, waving the strap at him.

Hesitantly she came over, first taking the garter belt out of the packet and placing it around my waist. I felt her hands trembling as she did and she had to stand close to hooks the ends together behind my back, my cock pressing against him. Kneeling, he carefully took the stocking out of the packet, but unlike Nora, he didn't use the white silk gloves. That meant he was in danger of snagging the nylons and causing a run. I could imagine the consequences of that. Thankfully, he was careful enough that he got the first one on and hooked to the garter belt without a problem. What made it hard was the fact he was kneeling in front of me to do it, my cock six inches from his face. I knew he was looking at it, and so did Mistress and that seem to amuser her even more.

"You might be wondering how this little fucking pervert got himself into the position." She smacked him on the back of the head with the strap, and Janice let out a small sob. "While I was bringing stock in from the storage room at the back, this little shit snuck in and grabbed some merchandise. Tell Michelle what you were stealing, Janice." He mumbled something the neither of us could hear. "Say it louder, Janice so we can all hear you."

"Underwear, Mistress." She immediately reached over, jerked him up onto his knees, and proceeded to lay into his bottom with the strap. She laid on seven or eight hard ones and stood back.

"I said, tell Michelle what you were stealing, you little slut!" Mistress demanded.

"Panties," the boy moaned, "girl panties." He gasped.

"And what else would you have stolen if I hadn't come back and caught you?"

"Everything Mistress…" He hesitated a moment, but as his Mistress moved forward he quickly continued, "bra, stocking, skirt, everything." He sobbed.

"And why did you want to steal all those girls' clothes, for your sister perhaps?" Damn! She was teasing mercilessly. "Oh I forgot, you don't have a sister do you." The boy shook his head. "Then tell Michelle why you wanted all those lovely girl's clothes."

"So I could wear them, Mistress." He sobbed, slumping in defeat.

"Yes, that's right. You wanted to dress up in girl's clothes like a dirty little sissy bitch, didn't you?" Janice sobbed and nodded. "Dress up and prance about like a dirty little sissy fairy and play with that pathetic little knob you think is a cock." She reached over with her foot and lifted his semi hard cock with the toe of her boot. He jumped in shock and spread his legs open wider. She must have trained him pretty good to get that response. "It isn't a real cock, is it sissy bitch?"

"No Mistress, it isn't."

"Yes, you know that now. No woman or girl is ever going to want to feel that inside her. She'd do better with her own finger or a good dildo." She laughed. I looked down, and dammed it, the little shit was getting harder the more she humiliated him.

"So, I gave the dirty little thief a chose. Go to prison, an adult facility, as he is eighteen, and be used as a sissy boy whore by every hung guy in the place, or… Well, you can see what the 'or' is." She laughed. "Now the little shit has got his wish. He gets to dress up and prance around 24/7, don't you sissy cunt?"

"Yes, Mistress." He stammered. Now he was rock hard, but then again so was I.

"That was eighteen months ago, and now 'she' happy, aren't you 'Janice'?"

"Yes, Mistress. I am."

"He now lives with me as a sissy maid at night, and my shop 'girl' during the day. I will say his tongue is a lot more interesting than that pathetic thing he thinks is a cock. Don't get to play with it much now, do you, bitch?"

"No, Mistress."

"No, and you'd better not, otherwise you know what will happen, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"What?" She demanded.

"You'll castrate me and send me to prison." He sobbed.

"That's right. I'm sure they know what to do with a swishy little ball-less sissy cunt like you." Her laugh sounded almost evil. "However, this little prancing sissy fag only likes to dress up in girl's clothes and pretend he's cock sucking little sissy, he's never actually done it, so…" She tapped his butt with the strap, bringing him back up onto his knees. "I think it's about time he actually experienced it for real. Suck Michelle's beautiful cock, sissy bitch! Open your pretty pink mouth."

"Oh god no…" The strap landed across his butt, and I saw him wince, but he didn't open his mouth, shaking his head instead. His Mistress went onto one knee behind him and reached between his legs. His mouth and eye flew open wide, and I knew she was squeezing his nuts. The moment he did, she pushed his head forward over my hard cock. He clamped his mouth shut the moment he felt is, and I winced. He didn't actually bite, but I felt teeth.

"No, no. No teeth, just wrap your pretty pink lips around his lovely cock." His face screwed up in pain as she squeezed, but he wrapped his lips around my shaft. "That's better. I'm sure Michelle would love to fuck your mouth now, wouldn't you Michelle?"

I felt a certain malicious pleasure as I nodded and began moving my cock in and out of his warm mouth. The boy sobs and the tears of shame, tears rolling down his face only made me pump my cock in and out of his mouth faster. I dearly wanted to grab his head and ram it all the way in, and his Mistress must have known what I was thinking.

"Put you arms around him and grab the cheeks of his ass. Pull that cock into your mouth, bitch!" Reluctantly he did and he started pulling my hips towards him. It felt so good, getting sucked off, especially by another sissy queerboy. If I'd have done this when I was a kid, I might not be in the situation I was now.

"Hold still, Michelle, I want him to do it for you." Frantically, the boy shook his head until Mistress reached between his legs again. Then he did, moving his head back and forth, faster and faster, pulling me into his mouth as he did. I had all of it in his mouth now, not that I'm very big, so I wasn't choking him. It felt so good I lost myself in the sensation until I heard him moaning. I quickly looked down, seeing Mistress stroking his cock. The little fucker was getting turned on, and it wasn't long before he was sucking me for all he was worth.

"That's it your dirty little cock sucking faggot queer, now you like it." She was wrong, he hated it, and I should know. It wasn't the actual fact he was getting his mouth fucked, it was the feeling of shame and humiliation that was turning him on. Mistress gauged it right, and just as I was about to cum, she pulled his head away from my cock with a huge sucking sound. I swore in frustration. I hated being stopped at the last moment, and Daddy did it to me all the time.

"Turn around and get on your hands and knees Janice." Sobbing, the boy did what he was told, presenting his ass to me. "Now fuck the little fag." She ordered. I didn't need a second invitation and quickly got down on my knees behind him. Mistress reached between us and quickly and firmly removed a butt plug out of his ass, and I heard his squeal for the first time.

Grabbing his hips, and quickly slammed my cock into his butt, groaning with pleasure as I did. This was the first time I'd fucked anything close to resembling a pussy and I didn't waste it. The harder I fucked him, the more he squealed, moaning and shaking his head, begging me to stop. Fat chance of that. I was too hot, I had to unload in his tight sissy cunt and did, hearing his let out a low scream as I slammed it in one last time and held it there. He knew he was getting his cunt filled with cum. Mistress wasn't finished yet.

"Well Michelle. Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, Mistress, very much."

"Good, now you can return the favor, can't you." I didn't have to think about that twice, and quickly pulled out, turned, and dropped onto my hands and knees.

"Please Mistress. I don't want to…" He started to beg. I heard the strap hitting his ass and him gasping for breath.

"Did I say you had a choice? Do it, NOW!

His hands grabbed my hips, and I felt the tip of his still hard cock probing for my entrance. I wiggled around and he found it. I pushed back and he pushed in, opening my ring to receive him. Then he was inside me, slowly fucking my boy cunt, but that wasn't good enough for Mistress. A few hard whacks across his bottom and he was pounding into me. Compared to Daddy's big cock, he was small, and it felt so good. I moaned like a slut and wiggled my ass for him, getting him in deeper.

"Oh god! He likes it, he likes it, he likes it!" Janice moaned, fucking me faster.

"Yes, he's a good little faggot cunt, isn't he." She laughed. "This is as close you you'll ever get to fuck a cunt, so enjoy it, bitch!" A moment later, he seemed to freeze, ramming his cock into me and holding it there. He was shooting his load into my ass, and it felt so good. I sighed, clenching my ring around his cock as he softened. That made him groan. We stayed there for a few moments, enjoying the after glow, but it wasn't long enough before Mistress separated us.

"Good sissy boys, now kiss." She ordered. I didn't hesitate but turned around and kissed him full on the lips. He didn't know what to do for a moment, until I slipped my tongue into his mouth. He sighed and sucked it.

"Good, very good. Now hold hands like good little queers and go clean up. In the girl's room, it has a bidet. Hand in hand, we swished across the room, him leading the way to the girl's toilet, hearing Mistress laughing behind us.

"She so mean sometimes. I'm sorry she made you do that." He said in a soft voice, sounding girlish.

"That's okay, I enjoyed it."

"You did?" He looked at me in surprise.

"Yes, didn't you?"

"No." He shook his head.

"Oh come on, you know the shame and humiliation makes you as hard as a rock, the same as me."

"You too?"

"Yeah." I laughed, seeing the expression on his face.

"Were you a…" He had difficulty in even saying it.

"Was I a swishy little panty wearing sissy cunt faggot bitch before this?" I said, filling in the words for him. He sucked in his breath and nodded.

"No, I was an um… straight, macho dick looking for a real pussy to fuck, or at least I thought so. But I did have this thing about girl's panties, especially lovely pink ones." I blushed slightly at the admission.

"You did? Wow. So did I." Now it was his turn to blush.

"Was she right? That you'd never done anything like this before?" I asked. He shook his head.

"No never, but yes, she was right, I did like to dress in girl's clothes, prance around and um… play with myself and imagine I really was a dirty little sissy queerboy sucking cock." I nodded in turn. It was like hearing my own story repeated back to me. "Not that I ever thought about actually doing it. The whole idea turned me off normally. I thought I was just having a little private fun is all.

"Yeah me to until I got… well, caught you might say."

"So you got turned into a real sissy bitch, like me with…" he looked down and bit his lower lips, "tits and everything." He said at last.

"Yeah, now I'm owned. I normally have to wear… no, I should say I want to wear a slave collar."

"Me to, at home at night." He didn't look upset about it. "Do you ever regret it?"

"Not any more. Unlike you, I was given a free choice if I wanted this or not. I chose this."

"I did in a way. After about a month of this, my Mistress gave me a chance to leave… I didn't take it." He said, looking down at the floor. I moved close to him and lifted his chin.

"Aren't we a pair of cock sucking sissy queerboys?" I smiled and kissed him. This time he willing opened his mouth to accept my tongue, and we stood there kissing and touching each other. Now it didn't matter, we had confessed to each other our sins. His hands felt good on me as the traveled over my body, squeezing my tits, caressing my ass, and stroking my cock. I did the same to him, and I finally got to lick and suck his hard nipples. I did my best to eat that dark cherry, hearing him moan in pleasure. At last, I pulled back and looked at him.

"We'd better get back, or we will both be bent over that desk getting out butt spanked." He nodded, sighing reluctantly in agreement.

"It might be worth it." He said looking down at my hardening cock. His wasn't far from hard either, but I shook my head.

"My Daddy will be back soon, and he'll want to see me dressed in my nice new school uniform, looking all innocent and virginal." He giggled.

"Your Daddy?" He grinned.

"Don't ask, it's a long story."

"I'd like to hear it sometime, in private." He said, his eyes sparkling.

"I'll have to talk to Daddy about that." I grinned.

We cleaned up, repaired our lips gloss, and walked back out hand in hand. Daddy was there when we got back, sitting in an easy chair chatting with Mistress. He looked at us coming towards him, hand in hand, and seemed to smile in approval. After that, it was all business, and an hour later, I was dressed in my new school uniform. I hated it the moment I put it on. It felt so restrictive, itchy, and uncomfortable, and it wasn't long before I was really pouting. After that, Daddy pulled the car around to the back, and we all loaded my new school stuff into the trunk. God I had everything. Four school uniform for normal wear, formal school uniforms for special occasions, sweats, gym clothes, tons of underwear, sock, shoes, stocking, garter belt, and I don't know what else. Daddy was serious about me going back to school, but the thought made me shiver thinking about all the boys that would be there. How long would it be before they discovered I was a guy, and then what? Shit! I'd probably end up as the school slut, sucking them off or getting fucked by all of them. Well, it wasn't as if it would be the first time I got fucked or had to suck cock.

Arriving home, Nora, Daddy, and I ferried all the clothes upstairs, and then left Nora to get it all sorted out and ready for me. That evening in bed, Daddy cuddled up to me, running his hands possessively over my body, squeezing my little breasts and pinching the nipples hard. I moaned like a slut, loving the feel of his hands on me. This body was no longer mine. It was his property, brought and paid for, and to do with what even he pleased. I only got to move it around and keep it in perfect condition for his use.

I suppose it had been from that first moment in the toilet at the movie house, I just didn't know it then. I'd given up trying to reconcile my two personalities, or how easily I turned. It shouldn't have been that easy but it was. On a Thursday evening, I was a normal guy, walking around doing normal guy things, with the normal guy attitude towards gays, fag, queer, homo's and what have you, and by Friday night, I was one. My shame was that I hadn't fought it, hadn't screamed, kicked, clawed or done any number of things that a 'normal' heterosexual guy would, or should do. I'd woken up, dressed, powdered, perfumed and dressed like a sissy slut, and been used like one and done nothing about it, except cry, whimper and moan like a slut while he took me. What did that say about me? Was I in fact destined for this to happen, one way or another and just didn't know it. Do I like to suck cock, or be fucked like a little sissy queerboy fag? The answer was no, I didn't, I hated it, but I was hooked on the wonderfully dirty feeling of shame and humiliation it gave me, and the deeper shame that I let this happen without protest. Daddy thrust into me, his big hard cock slipping into my smooth boy cunt so easily now, and holding my little girly titties, my hands over his, pinching the hard nipples as he started fucking me. That horrible/wonderful feeling of shame washed over me again. I was letting another guy fuck me like cheap slut, the pain in my girly breast and nipples telling me how far I was from a real man any more. I pinched his thumb and forefinger together even harder, wincing and wriggling in pain. Tears ran down my face as I thought about what my father would think if he could see his son like this, dressed like this and being used like this. The shame dug deeper into my soul and I knew I was lost and I shuddered to a climax, coming without even touching myself.

We lay there together, Daddy kissing my neck and ear, breathing heavily. Even that felt good to me, and his hand were lovingly squeezing my little breasts. Turning my head slightly, I kissed his nose and smiled at him, seeing him smile back.

"Daddy, why are you sending me back to school… I did graduate." Kissing his nose again.

"Oh I know, I've seen your transcripts." I cringed slightly. He reached down and patted my bottom and squeezed one cheek. "And, I don't want to see grades like that again." I got the hint. I snuggled back against him feeling as if I needed to protect my vulnerable butt.

"Jezze! I was hard enough the first time. It's going to be even harder with all those guys staring at me and making comments." I sighed.

"Guys?" He said and I tuned my head to look at him. "Whoever said anything about guys?"

"What…" I had a sinking feeling. "What do you mean?"

"I'm sending you to an exclusive all girls' school." He whispered in my ear.

"But… but…" I stammered. "They'll know… what about gym… I can't…" Thoughts tumbled through my brain so fast I couldn't sort them out. "And what about…" Visions of naked pussy shone before my eyes. I felt my cock getting hard.

"And you can forget about pussy." He pinched a nipple.

"Ouch!" I winced and my cock subsided.

"The Head Mistress knows what you are, by the way, and 'special' arrangements have been made for you and a few other 'select girls'." That sounded ominous. The thought that the Head Mistress… Mistress? Oh my. That didn't sound good at all. If she knew, you could bet she wasn't about to let some horny teen aged boy, even dressed and looking like a girl, near any of the precious charge.

"By the time you go to school next month, and after a couple of visits to your doctor, I'm sure the treatment will have you looking exactly like a proper 15 year old girl, at least from all appearances." My Doctor was female, and her hormone treatment was working just fine. My sex drive was in the toilet, even thought she said it would come back and my nuts tucked up as they were didn't bother me any more unless I pressed to hard in certain spots.

I suppose in a way I have to thank Daddy. He didn't have them removed as I feared, and normally I was a horny teenager, boy or girl. She'd carefully adjusted the treatment so my titties didn't grow beyond a certain point. With the daily pill requirement, they would progress about the same pace as a real 15 year old would. It helped in adjusting my 'center' of gravity as she said, and I was just beginning to understand what she meant. Boys don't have to worry about that sort of stuff, unlike girls. Dolly Parton must have one hell of a back problem. One good thing, I'd never have to go see an OBGYN, but I was scheduled for a regular breast exam. The other down side was, that my dick had definitely got smaller. When hard, which the Doctor insisted on seeing, I was now five inches fully erect, slim and circumcised, where as before, although not a stud, I was about seven inches long and two inches across and uncircumcised. Daddy said that I now had a beautiful girly clitty and it was perfect for me. I cry sometime when I saw it, so small and girly, but that was past now. I was now passed the point of no return and my body was pared down to that of a 15-year-old teen girl from a slim, effeminate18-year-old boy. Going back was now out of the question. I'd stopped looking for Mike, he was long gone, and hardly missed now, taking whatever conception he had of his own masculinity with him. I sometimes had the feeling that he looks at me with envy and wish this had happened sooner, but it was only a passing thought. I certainly didn't envy him. He was just one great big bundle of insecurity, getting push around by any guy bigger and stronger than him. What a wimp! Slugging that guy at the Buss Station was the best thing I ever did, and brought Michelle into her own. I still wasn't sure about this school thing that Daddy was insisting on, but then again, I didn't have a choice in the matter.

My trip to the Doctor was uneventful, except for the injections, some a little painful, and the rectal exam. That was more embarrassing than painful. I'd had an enema this morning, just before the trip so I was nice an clean, but its very disconcerting to have to lay there with your legs up in these stirrups, totally naked and have a female probing your butt with a cold instrument. It's the perfect recipe for an erection, but knowing seemed to faze her. She carefully examined me from head to foot, including my boobies and cock, slack and erect. She even got a ruler and measured it, nodding in satisfaction.

"Four inches is a very nice size for someone your size and statue now." She smiled, and I had the impression she was having fun. "Are you sure you don't want him to have the gender reassignment operation?" She looked over at Daddy. "He'd look perfect with a vagina."

"I rather like him the way his is," he paused for a moment, "unless he doesn't behave himself, then I just might." He gave me a stern look. The Doctor's eyes flicked back to me, then down to my rapidly shrinking cock, her smile getting wider. "No, he's perfect as he is. My main concern is getting him ready for school. As you know, they need a Doctor's certificate before he can start attending classes."

"No problem there. He is fit, healthy, and clean. As to his behavior, I can't say, but I suspect the school will be helpful in um… an attitude adjustment to correct any shortcoming in that department." My eyes flicked between them. There was that secret communications thing going on between them, as if they knew something I didn't. As before, I thought it might be something I wouldn't like.

I felt uneasy as I got out of Daddy's car in the parking lot of Stabucks for my weekend trip home. This was the place where I'd got in his car originally at the start of my transformation. All the other times I'd come home on weekends I could pretty much hid what I'd become. This time I felt different, definitely more like a girl than I ever was before. My clothes felt all wrong, except my panties and bra. The clothes pulled and rubbed in the wrong places and my hair under my wig and cap itched. Now it was long and a pure honey blond my parents would have instantly suspected something. It took Nora half an hour to get it up and tucked out of sigh under the light brown wig, and the more she dressed me and turned me back into a boy, the angrier she seemed to get. I got more then one hard smack on my butt for not cooperating with her during the transformation, and she barely looked at me when I left. There was something going on there that I hadn't figured out yet, or what her relationship with Daddy was. It was something he wouldn't talk about, and I suspected she was another of his transformations but had gone in a different direction. One of these days, I'd find out.

     

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