You Don't Understand Me

by Jennifer White

 

Rob had never been so happy in all his life. After being on his own for years, he had finally found a loving wife in Sara. She was a "package deal", with two daughters from her previous marriage, Brooke who was 16, and 14 year old Amber. Both resembled their mother, with long blonde hair, pretty faces, and slender bodies. But he never looked at them in *that* way. He was proud that they were like their mother, but they were just young girls. And was deeply in love with Sara.

In general, Rob and Sara had a great relationship. However, it was a little rockier with the girls. They didn't accept him at first of course, since he wasn't their real father. And how could a girl of that age even think that a man like Rob would care anything about them? He cared about their mother, but both Brooke and Amber felt that Rob viewed them as "baggage" that came along with their mother in the marriage.

Rob tried to be nice to them, but they were still unaccepting. So he decided to give them a gift, to show how he cared about them too. He had heard them talking about some shoes that a girl at school had, and how they were impossible to find, and every girl wanted a pair.

"Aha!" thought Rob. He went into their room when they were gone, and wrote down their shoe sizes. Then he shopped around online, until he found a place which had them in stock. He ordered one pair for each of them, and had them shipped overnight.

When the arrived, he had them nicely wrapped, and set them on the girl's beds. What a surprise they would have when they came home!

 

But it was Rob who was in for the surprise, because (at least in their minds), he just didn't get it.

"What are *these*?" said Amber, in disgust.

"The shoes that you two said you wanted last week" replied Rob proudly. "I had to work hard, but I tracked them down for both of you."

Both girls turned around in a huff, and stomped into their room slamming the door. Rob stood there mystified. What in the world had gone wrong? He called Sara over, and told her what had just happened.

"I don't get it" he said. "They should have been happy about this. But they stormed off like I had just grounded them or done something bad to them."

"Let me go talk to them" said Sara. "There are a lot of things about teenage girls that you just don't understand."

 

A few minutes later, Sara returned to Rob, and told him to sit down so that they could talk.

"It was just as I thought Rob. They are both really angry at you."

"But why?" he said. "What in the world did I do wrong?"

"Well first of all, you spied on them. You listened in to a private conversation they had in their room. They think that you're a creep, who has nothing better to do than to eavesdrop on two teenage girls. That makes them feel very threatened by you. You invaded their privacy, and you really hurt them. They were starting to gain some trust in you, and you just shattered it. Now you're worse off than when you started dating me."

"But I was trying to do something good!" said Rob. "I didn't mean it like that!"

"I understand dear" she replied. "But I'm just telling you how *they* feel. It is Amber and Brooke's feelings that are important right now."

"Okay" he replied. "And what else?"

"Well, you also went into their room to get their shoe sizes. Again, you violated their privacy. No teenage girl wants *any* man, let alone one they don't yet trust, poking around their things. They asked me if you looked in their underwear drawer too, or if you touched their clothes."

"No!" said Rob. "I wanted to get them the right shoes, so I had to find out their sizes. That's all!"

"You could have asked me. You didn't have sneak around."

Rob was stunned. His 'good deed' turned out all wrong. Now the girls both hated him, and Sara seemed annoyed as well. This wasn't working out very well at all.

"What can I do to fix this?" asked Rob, who really cared, and wanted to set things right.

"I don't know that you can" said Sara. "You can't un-ring a bell. The best I can suggest, is that you go knock on their door, apologize to them, and promise that you'll never do anything like that again."

"All right" said Rob.

He got up, and knocked on the girl's door.

"Hello?" said Rob.

"Go away!" said Brooke.

"We don't want to speak to you" said Amber.

They turned up the volume on the CD they were listening to.

"Please, we need to talk. Just for a minute" said Rob.

The music stopped, and the door opened, just wide enough for them to see each other.

"I am really sorry that I listened in to your conversation" said Rob. "I didn't mean to do it, I just overheard you."

The girls had their arms crossed, and scowls on their faces still.

"And I was wrong to sneak into your room to get your shoes sizes. I swear, I will never do anything like that again. I didn't mean to violate your space. Will you please accept my apology?"

Amber looked over to Brooke, and whispered in her ear. Brooke smiled, and whispered something back.

"We will accept your apology, on once condition" said Brooke.

"What's that?" said Rob.

"Get on your knees, and beg our forgiveness. Tell us that you owe us for this, and that you'll do something we ask to make up for it."

Rob didn't want to get on his knees and beg forgiveness, but this was a major issue. If he didn't fix this right now, they would continue to hate him, and it would get worse and worse. Sara usually sided with the girls, so he had better be careful, or she would start to resent him as well.

He sighed, and got down on his knees. He noticed that they were each wearing their new high heel shoes.

"Please forgive me" said Rob. "I owe you one for what I did to you, I'd I'll make up to you for it."

"Shall we accept his apology?" said Amber, looking up at Brooke.

They glared at him for a moment, and he didn't like how this felt at all, looking up at them. He really noticed their young perky breasts from this position, and he tried not to ever think of them in a sexual manner. It also felt very emasculating and humiliating to have girls be in a position of power over him. They mulled over their decision, keeping him down on his knees a while longer.

"All right" said Brooke. "We accept your apology. Remember, you owe us, and you promised to make up for it."

"Agreed" said Rob. "Now what can I do to make it up to you?"

"We will decide, and tell you when we're ready. Now get away from us, and don't bother us again!"

They shut the door, with Rob still on his knees. He got up, and walked to the kitchen, to get himself a beer. This day was going very poorly, and he needed a drink.

 

As Rob walked off, Sara smiled from down the hall where she stood. She had witnessed the whole episode without Rob noticing her. She nodded approvingly.

"Good girl" she whispered to herself. "Good girl."

* * *

 

After that, Rob was sort of on pins and needles around the girls. Sara assured him that it would blow over in time, but whenever he looked at them, they had that certain glare. But he had expected things not to go smoothly with the girls at first. They were just little girls, and he was new in their life. Things would get better in time.

Rob worked at home, in his "home office". He was a computer programmer, and the company had him working at his house, to save money. Instead of an office building full of people (and all the expenses that incurred), everyone worked on their computers at home, over the internet. It was efficient, it was cheaper, and it made for happy employees. No commute to and from work, and no complaining about the lousy cafeteria food!

But it also meant that Rob was home with the girls a lot. That made it even more important that he get along with them well. They would see each other so much, that a rocky relationship out mean serious trouble.

 

In fact, things did seem to go better after a few weeks, until there was an incident one night. Rob heard yelling, so he ran from his study to see what was wrong. Sara was arguing with Brooke about getting a tattoo.

"But all my friends have one" shrieked Brooke, who was actually crying. "I'm like a freak! I'm the only one who doesn't have one! They all think I'm some kind of prude or something. Why aren't you like everyone else's parents? Why do I get picked on like this? It isn't fair!"

"Now just calm down" said Rob, who didn't like the yelling at all. "Why don't we just sit down, and discuss this reasonably, and *calmly*."

"Stay out of my business!" snapped Brooke. "This has nothing to do with you!"

"You live in my house, and you're yelling" he said. "This *does* have something to do with me. Now I think your mother is right. You're too young to make a decision about something like a tattoo that will be on you for the rest of your life."

"I hate you!" yelled Brooke. "You don't understand anything! You don't understand me!!!"

She started crying full out, got up, and ran to her room, slamming the door closed.

"Well, that went well" joked Rob.

"Rob, you should have stayed out of it. I had the situation in hand" scolded Sara.

"But dear, I was just trying to help. She was hysterical, and I thought some calmness would help."

"She is very emotional" said Sara, "especially right before her period. I think she was right about one thing. You just don't understand her. You don't understand the girls at all."

"I'm trying" he replied.

"I know you are, but you have to admit, you're not doing a very good job of it."

"I guess you're right" said Rob, conceding defeat.

"Let me go talk to her alone" said Sara. "I'll see what we can work out. But in the future, I think it would be better if you didn't try to put yourself into situations like this, until you really do understand them."

Rob felt ashamed. He had tried again to do the right thing, but he had messed it all up. He had to admit to himself: he really didn't understand teenage girls at all. He walked off, shaking his head. If he had turned around, he would have seen Sara what that smile on her face again. She thought that things were progressing nicely.

* * *

 

"Rob, we need to talk about the girls" said Sara, as she handed him a glass of his favorite drink: good 12 year old scotch, on the rocks, with a splash of water.

"Sure" said Rob, taking a seat on the couch. Sara sat next to him, as he took a sip of the drink. It tasted a little harsher than normal, but scotch could be like that sometimes.

"Now Rob, the girls have been very upset with you lately. We've been having way too many problems."

"I agree" he said, taking another deep drink. He felt like he *needed* a drink today, after all the headaches he had been having with the girls. The glass was already half empty, and he didn't even feel a buzz yet.

"We need to do something as a bonding exercise" said Sara. "Something to build trust between you and them. After the bedroom sneak-in, they have really felt betrayed and hurt."

"I know" said Rob, as he drained the glass.

"Hang on dear, let me get you another" said Sara, taking the empty glass from Rob, and returning a minute later, with it full again. This time there was less ice. Rob took a deep sip. Still bitter tasting, but now at least he could feel the alcohol kicking in a little.

"So as you were saying..." he started.

"Yes. So we need to do a family building exercise. Something to rebuild the trust."

"That sounds like a good idea" he said.

"I agree. That's why I asked a friend of mine, who is a psychiatrist, for some suggestions. She had an idea that she uses in her sessions, for families like ours."

"And what is her suggestion?" asked Rob, as he took another drink.

"An exercise that does two things. First of all, it lets you get to understand the girls and their world a lot better. Once you understand them, your relationship will improve dramatically."

Rob nodded.

"And secondly, it builds trust, but putting you into a situation where you have to rely on *them*. By letting the girls have control over your situation, and having you rely on them, it will build a bond. And then we'll be on the way to having peace in the house."

Rob drained his glass.

"That sounds like a good idea" he said, supportively. "When do we start?"

"We just did" said Sara.

"How?"

"You agreed to do it. That is one step."

"And...." said Rob.

"And secondly, you may not know it, but you just put yourself in a position where we are going to be able to take control of you."

"What do you mean?" he said, not understanding.

"There was a sedative in your drink dear" she said. "You will find that it is already kicking in. Not powerful enough to make you pass out, but strong enough to make you passive, and unable to fight back. You are basically just going to have the strength to sit or stand, but not do much more. Feel how it is taking over your system already."

"This is crap" said Rob, who went to stand up. Sara was talking crazy! He had to get out of there.

 

But his legs did not listen to the command from his brain to stand. He felt heavy. He felt tired. He looked up to Sara, with fear in his eyes.

"Don't worry dear" she said, "this is all for your betterment."

Sara smiled warmly, and stood up.

"Girls!" she yelled. "It's time!"

 

Brooke and Amber walked in the room, with big grins on their faces. Rob was ready now, unable to stop what they were going to do to him. In fact, he had agreed to it, not knowing in advance what was in store for him.

"Today" said Amber, "you are going to learn to understand a girl's life."

"And how am I going to do that?" said Rob.

"*We* are going to turn *you* into a girl" said Brooke.

"You're going to become one of us" said Amber.

Rob looked over to Sara, who nodded approvingly.

"And I am going to help them do it" she said.

"We've already got a name picked out for you" said Amber proudly.

"And what is that?" said Rob, who had an overwhelming feeling of dread building up inside him.

"Liz" said Brooke. "From now on, you are my sister Liz."

"Hi Lizzie!" said Amber. "I'm glad you're my sister."

"And you're my daughter now" said Sara. "My little girl."

Amber and Brooke clapped their hands with glee. They were ready to have some fun.

Amber, go get Lizzie's clothes ready for her. Brooke, go run the bath. I'll help her shave her legs, since she's too weak to do it on her own.

Rob was feeling weak. Weak and passive. The sedative made it almost impossible to do anything more than just sit there. Talking was a major chore. There was nothing he could do to resist, as Sara made him stand up, and led him to the bathroom, where the tub was now full of hot steaming water. Brooke was pouring in rose scented bath oil. She smiled, and ran out of the room giggling.

Sara took off his clothes, and helped him into the bath. He sat there feeling helpless as she hummed along, and started shaving his chest, and then his legs. He looked down as the water started to fill with floating hairs which had formerly been on his body. How strange it was to see himself with smooth legs.

"You're such a pretty girl" said Sara. "Some day you'll grow up to be a beautiful woman."

Rob kept telling himself: this was just role playing so that the girls would get along with him better. But why had Sara drugged him like this? He felt somewhat disturbed that she didn't trust *him*, and that she thought she would need drugs to make him go along with a role playing game.

True, he wouldn't have expected to have to shave his legs and all, but he had been so worried about how he along with Amber and Brooke, and how that would effect his relationship with Sara. He would have done this if she had asked him to! He felt that he had lost control of his situation, which was quite disconcerting. He also was getting disturbed about being called a girl so often. Sara kept talking to him all this time, as if he was her daughter. He decided that it was just to get him into the right frame of mind for the role playing game, but it wasn't something that a man wanted to hear!

"There, my little girl is all hairless now" said Sara. "And now she can dress up in her pretty clothes."

And now Rob was walked to his bedroom, where he was alarmed to see the outfit they had laid out for him. First Sara helped him put on white lacy panties. Next, she put a bra on him. He felt very much out of place wearing these female undergarments, and he felt uneasy. He didn't want anyone to see him like this!

Sara now had something in her hands. A pair of things, flesh colored, and large. They looked just like a pair of women's breasts. Rob felt a wave of fear sweep over him, as Sara put them into his bra. Now it looked like he had breasts, as big as Sara's, and much larger than those of the girls. It made him feel weak. It made him feel like less of a man. And it made him feel even more passive than he already was. Things were spiraling out of control more and more by the moment it seemed.

Next, Sara put a white blouse on him, with ruffled cuffs and a pretty collar. It was followed by a green and blue plaid skirt, which was very short. It came up well above his knees, leaving much of his legs bare. Sara sat him down, and put him into thin white socks, which came up almost to his knee. She was dressing him in a schoolgirl outfit, and he blushed red.

Now came a dark blue jacket, with a girl's school insignia on the lapel. Sara also had black shoes with a bright buckle, in just the size for his feet. He felt humiliated to wear these clothes, but it wasn't as if he had a choice. And she wasn't done yet.

She put a wig onto his head, and started working on his hair. The wig had long blonde hair, just like Amber and Brooke had. She worked on it, parted it into two ponytails, and then she tied bright pink ribbons in it.

"All right Lizzie, lets go to your room, so we can put on your makeup."

She led him by the hand to his home office. To his surprise, while he had been bathing and getting dressed, the two girls had been doing some serious work. The walls of the home office were now covered with pictures of boy bands and movie stars. The spare bed from the storage room had been set up. They had made it with pink sheets, and a comforter with floral patterns. There were lacy throw pillows and dolls on the bed.

His printer table was cleared off, and a collection of cosmetics had been placed there. He noticed other details like the flowers in a vase, or the things of his that were gone. On top of his desk, his softball trophy had even been replaced, with one showing a female player in a skirt. The room looked like a girl's room with a computer now, not a home office room.

Sara sat him down next to the printer table, and all three girls set on him. She had an electric clipper, like the ones you use on your hair, but smaller. She started to trim his eyebrows, and all that he could think was "Is this really necessary?" He was too weak from the sedative, and could only sit there, as they started applying all types of makeup to his face. The girls put extensions on his fingernails, then painted them a soft pink color. They sprayed him with perfume,

Bit by bit Rob was being transformed into Liz. He looked in the mirror, and hardly recognized himself. Instead of seeing his normal self looking back, he was seeing a schoolgirl. With each puff of powder added to his face, with each twist of the long hair on his securely attached wig, and with each brush stroke of mascara being applied, he looked prettier and more girlish. With each spray of perfume, with each bit of jewelry put onto him by the girls, with each tweak of his hair, and with each time they told him he was a girl now, he felt that much less of a man. He had no control of his situation; all he could do was to sit there and let them transform him.

"She looks so pretty" said Amber, as she finished adding a clear coat to Rob's fingernails.

"Yes she does" replied Sara. "I just love her schoolgirl outfit!"

"She really looks great in a skirt" added Brooke. "I think she should wear skirts all the time."

"I agree" said Sara. "Now lets get a look at you."

She helped Rob to stand up. He was still wobbly from the sedative, but it was starting to wear off a little. Brooke and Amber went to either side of him, and held him up, as Sara walked out of the room for a moment. She returned with a camera, and Rob's heart started beating rapidly.

"Smile for mommy!" she said. "I want a picture of all three of my pretty little girls."

Flash! Flash!

Rob blinked his eyes from the explosions of light. She was going around now, and taking more pictures of him, by himself.

Flash! Flash!

She sat him down, posed with legs crossed like a girl, him holding the teddy bear from his bed.

Flash! Flash!

Sara handed the camera to Amber, who left the room. Sara turned on his computer and left the room, as Brooke sat in his chair. What were they going to do now? He could only watch, as Brooke started to make some adjustments. First, she downloaded a new background image for his computer. It was pink, with hearts, flowers and unicorns. Rob flinched seeing a pink screen on his computer!

Next, she went into his web browser, and started building a new list of favorite links. Shopping sites. Online fashion magazines. Chat rooms. Pictures of hunky movie stars. Anyone who checked his log of web sites visited, would think that it was a young girl using his computer, not him.

Then she went and installed instant messaging software on his system, and created a name for him: "LizGoes4Boys". She turned and smiled at him.

"Mom says you're almost old enough to date Liz, but *I* know how it is to be a girl of your age. You just want to be with a boy so bad, but mom won't let you. But at least you can chat about it online, and you can look at yummy pictures online."

Her next action was to log on to her e-mail. She smiled, and turned to Rob.

"Your pictures are here already! Amber uploaded some of them to me."

She clicked on the attachment to show Rob. He could see the picture of himself made up and dressed up as a schoolgirl. He felt a surge of adrenaline, as it dawned on him that they could send these pictures to *anyone* over the internet, and that they could ruin him. What would his boss think? What would his family think?

"Should I send this on?" she said. "Or are you going to be a good girl?"

The realization swept over him: like it or not, the girls now had complete power over him. If he did *anything* wrong like disobeying them, they could send out the pictures, and he was done for. Even if the drug wore off, unless he could find a way to delete all of the copies of the pictures from the camera, he was in their power. He *had* to do what they told him now. There was no choice.

"I'll be a good girl" he said, struggling to talk. The sedative was wearing off more now, and he found that he could move his arms and feet. But he was still too weak to stand up or walk.

"I thought you would" said Brooke.

She took the pictures that Amber had sent, put them into a folder, then clicked a few more buttons. The screen went from pink to black, then the images started to come up on the screen. One after the other, images of Rob as Liz, with his 'sisters' or alone started to appear.

"How do you like your new screen saver?" said Brooke.

"Hmmm" replied Rob.

"Now, if you even so much as touch anything I've changed, well, you know what I'll do."

A direct threat. Leave the computer as it was, or she'd ruin him. Rob nodded.

"Tell me that you *love* what I did to your computer" she demanded.

"I love what you did to my computer" he replied, exasperated.

 

Amber walked back into the room, and she was holding several framed photographs. Rob flinched when he saw what they were: she had printed the digital images. She put them around the room, except for one, which was a framed collage of pictures. She handed it to him.

"How do you like it?" she said.

He looked in disbelief. Amber had used photo manipulation software to put *his* made up face onto the body of a young woman. It looked like him (as Liz) in various settings. Wearing a fancy dress, like at a prom or a wedding, dancing with a boy. Sitting with a group of girls, all smiling and posing. Wearing a string bikini, working at a car wash fundraiser. And there was one of him wearing the schoolgirl uniform, surrounded by dozens of other girls dressed in identical outfits.

She had made it look like he really had lived a life as a girl, and the photos of that life were collected together and framed. Rob felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. The photos looked so real! She placed the frame on his desk, using the little leg in the back to prop it up. He would see these images all day as he worked.

 

"All right girls" said Sara. "Time to go to bed. Your sister is very tired too."

"Good night mom" said Amber. "I love you."

"Good night mom" said Brooke. "I love you."

"Good night" said Sara. "I love you too. I love all three of my daughters."

They all gave Rob a hug, and the girls went off to their room.

"I know" said Sara. "You want to share a room with your sisters. But you're the youngest, and they don't always want to hang around with you. They think you're too young and too girly for them. They think of themselves as young women. Don't worry though. One day soon, they'll accept you as their peer."

Rob didn't want to be accepted as one of the girls! But he was stuck in his situation, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. His mind raced, as he tried to think of a way out. This was way too much, and he was over his head.

Sara sat down beside him, and her tone of voice changed. Instead of talking like a mother to a daughter, it was her "wife talking to her husband" voice again.

"Now listen. I will only tell you this once. You have a new life now. You will do whatever I tell you, when I tell you, and without complaint. You will also obey the girls in all things. If they tell me that you even hesitated to do what they ask of you, you will not want to live with the consequences. Do I make myself clear?"

Rob nodded his head.

"Tell me out loud" she said.

"Yes Sara" said Rob, who felt like he was on the verge of tears.

"No! I am no longer your wife Sara to you! You are my daughter Lizzie now. You will call me mom, mother, or mommy. You are a little girl now, and it is improper to call me by my name. Now try it again. Do you understand your new life, Liz?"

"Yes mommy" said Rob, with his head down.

"Very good, my little girl" said Sara, who gave him a supportive hug. "I know that this is a lot for you to take all in one day, but very soon you'll get used to it. Now here are the rules. You are a girl now, 100% of the time. There is no more 'Rob'. You will not answer to that name, you will not think of yourself as that name. You are Liz, and you are a girl. Do you understand?"

"Yes mother" said Rob.

"Very good, my little baby. I know that you need to work in order to make money. You will be allowed to *pretend* that you are a man named Rob, when you are working. At those times, close your door. You will not set foot outside of your room, when you are pretending to be Rob. I don't want to hear a male voice in my house. If you are talking on the phone, be quiet. If for one moment it sounds like there is a man in this room, you will be punished most severely. Do you understand, Liz?"

"Yes mother" said Rob.

"Very good my pretty little kitten. Good girl. Now lets get you ready for bed."

Sara made Rob pay attention, as she showed him how to remove his makeup, and wash up for bed. He was able to move now, since the sedative had all but worn off. She made him undress, and put his schoolgirl uniform onto a hanger in the closet. She told him that he would be wearing it as he worked in the office.

"Now put on your nightie" she said, pulling a red silky garment out from his closet. He put it on, and shivered all over as he saw himself in it. This was terrible.

"As you can guess, you are too old of a girl to sleep with me anymore" said Sara. "You will sleep here, in your room. I expect you to be dressed and at the breakfast table by 8:00 sharp. Do you understand?"

"Yes mother."

"Good now lets review once more, since you are a young girl, and young girls sometimes forget things. First of all, what is your name?"

"I am Liz" said Rob, as he fought back the tears. He thought that Sara had loved him. Why was she doing this to him?

"Good. And what are you Liz?"

"I am a little girl."

"Excellent. Now tell me Liz, my little baby girl, what do you do when I tell you to do something?"

"I will obey you, mother" he said.

"Yes, you *will*. And how about your sisters? What if they tell you to do something?"

"I will obey them" said Rob.

"Very good my little kitten" said Sara, who kissed Rob on the cheek, and tucked him into bed. "My little girl understands her situation perfectly. Now get some sleep my baby, and dream sweet dreams. Tomorrow is a big day for you, and you need to be well rested."

As Sara left the room, Rob cried a tear, which streaked down his cheek, leaving a salty trail behind. How could he get any sleep, after what just happened? He didn't understand what was going on, or why. It was supposed to be a simple family bonding exercise, yet somehow they had forced him to become a girl, and a virtual slave. There was no way out. He was trapped now, in his own home, with his new family, as a girl.

* * *

 

Rob woke up in the morning, hoping that it was all just a bad dream. But it wasn't. It was his new reality. He woke up in his nightie, wearing a bra with his fake boobs. It had kind of shifted on him, and he had to straighten it up. Sara came in, gave him a kiss on the forehead, and told him to put on his schoolgirl uniform, so he could start work for the day.

"You need to learn to put on your own makeup, but I'll do it for you again today. You can practice this evening, and your sisters will teach you some more. Now sit still for me Liz, so I can make your face pretty."

He had to sit there, as she did his face. He dressed up in his outfit again, and he felt completely out of place. He looked around his room, and his head spun. It looked like a girl's room now, and he was just aghast seeing the pictures of himself as a girl, the frilly things, the pink colors, and all that they had done.

He ventured out to the kitchen, to eat breakfast with his family.

"Girls, remember your chores. Amber, tonight it is your turn to clear the table. Liz, you do the dishes tonight. And Brooke, take out the trash."

"Yes mom" said Amber.

 

The girls had to leave for school. Sara kissed them good-bye, and watched as the walked out to the bus stop. When they were safely aboard the bus, she returned inside to talk to Rob.

"You may go to your room now Liz. Close the door while you're working, and you can pretend to be Rob. But when you come out for lunch, when you take a potty break, and when you are done for the day, as soon as you open that door again, you are my daughter Liz. Now go to work, Lizzie."

Rob put his head down in shame. He felt like such a fool. He was dressed up as a schoolgirl, in full makeup, and now he was going to work that way. At least nobody would see him, since he worked at home. But it was not something he was very happy about. He moped as he did his work, but at least once he was fully concentrating on his computer programming, he was able to forget about his situation a little.

There were some adjustments which were hard to make. For one thing, he could feel the breasts between his arms, when he was typing, and it felt so wrong. And for another thing, with the longer fingernails, it was much harder to type rapidly. He had to really concentrate on his typing technique, so that his nails wouldn't accidentally hit the wrong keys. That was quite frustrating at first, but as the day went on, he got more and more used to it.

It was also so freaky to see long hair hanging down around his face, and down the front of him, to where his 'breasts' gently rose. They were so weird to have too, always sticking out, in front of him. And when he looked down, seeing a skirt was just so odd, that he felt really rattled. Not to mention the slight reflection of himself in the glass of the computer monitor, showing a girl looking back. Nor the pictures of himself as a girl, and the decorations of the room. Or the way he (and his room) smelled of flowers and perfume now.

He got somewhat used to these things over the course of the day, but they were all new, and they were all disturbing to him. When he ventured out for lunch, Sara was very kind and gentle. She made him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a cup of chicken noodle soup. He hadn't eaten like that since he was a kid. That sent shivers up and down his spine: she was treating him like a girl now, not a husband. He was rapidly tiring of this game, and he longed to get things back to normal. He told himself once again that this was to better his relationship with the girls. He gritted his teeth, and went back to his office to work.

 

After dinner, Rob had to do chores like one of the girls. Then Sara made them all sit at the kitchen table to do homework.

"But I don't have any homework" said Rob.

"Yes you do Lizzie. You are supposed to be learning about makeup and fashion. Read these."

She handed him Cosmopolitan, Glamour, and Marie Claire. He shuddered. He had never read glossy women's fashion magazines before. But now he was about to start. There was so much he didn't know! Sara told him to be sure and read each and every article, as well as studying the ads. She would quiz him later.

 

After "homework", Sara told Rob to go with the girls, and practice giving each other makeovers. Then he would try to do his own face a few times, until he got it right.

"We can't always put your makeup on for you Liz" said Sara. "You need to learn how to do it yourself."

And so Rob spent the next few hours getting a deep intimate knowledge of makeup. Amber and Brooke ordered him around, and he knew he had to obey them. They made him dress up in different outfits, and different shoes that Sara had bought for him. There were different types of high heels, as well as flip-flops, and a pair of boots with high heels as well.

He was thankful when it was all done, and he was told to go watch TV with the girls. They all sat around the TV in the living room, eating popcorn, and watching a movie on cable TV.

"Girls, time for bed!" said Sara.

"Aw mom, it's Friday. Can't we stay up longer?" asked Amber.

"No dear, we have a very full day tomorrow. Off to bed."

Brooke and Amber were very disappointed. They kissed their mother good night, and went off to their bedroom.

"What are you waiting for young lady? Off to bed with you!"

She was still treating him like one of the girls. Rob was exasperated now. He wanted this game to stop, now! Sara had her hands on her hips, and looked really upset.

"Young lady, I told you to do something! You don't want to be *punished*, do you?"

The icy tone of voice told Rob that this wasn't an ordinary punishment if he failed to obey. She would show someone the pictures as she had threatened, or worse. He put his head down, and marched off to bed.

"There's a good girl" she said. "See you in the morning, my little doll."

Rob went to bed, and wanted to cry. This was just getting worse and worse. It was only 10:00, and he was being sent off to bed like a child. He needed a wife, not a mother. He needed to be a man, not a girl. How had he fallen into such a terrible situation?

* * *

 

The next morning, after showering, Rob got dressed up in a outfit that Sara laid out for him on the bed. There was a tight blue jean skirt, and a western top, along with knee high brown suede boots. He put it on, and then did his makeup, as Amber and Brooke had taught him. It wasn't great, but it was passable. It takes years of experience putting on makeup to be really good at it, and he was just learning.

"Okay girls, grab your purses, we're going out" said Sara.

"What!!!?" said Rob. "I can't go out like this!"

"Yes you can Liz" replied Sara. "Now here's a purse I bought for you. Don't ever let it out of your sight. Let's go."

"But...." started Rob, but Sara held out her hand as if to stay 'stop'.

Amber held up a cell phone, and showed Rob the picture on the color screen. It was him, dressed up as a school girl.

"You had better do what mother tells you" she said.

"All she has to do is press one button, and bang! The picture will be all over the internet" said Brooke.

They had him. There was no way to say 'no' now. Rob *had* to go out of the house with them. He blushed red. He felt *so* vulnerable. What if someone he knew saw him? He couldn't go out in public dressed as a girl! He turned to Sara, but she wasn't going to take any input from him.

"We have an appointment girls. Lets get going, or we'll all be late."

Rob followed her out the door, and into the car.

"I get front seat, I call!" said Amber.

"You got to sit in front last time" said Brooke.

"She's right Amber, it's Brooke's turn. You can ride in front on the way home."

Rob didn't even rate sitting in the front seat like an adult. Just one more blow to his manhood, and to his stature as a person. With every little thing they did, they cut him down more and more. Now he felt pathetic and weak. He slouched down so that people looking in the car window wouldn't see him as well.

Off the rode to the mall, where they all marched in a line to a shop called "Nails Plus". Rob sat in the waiting area, nervously reading a copy of Cosmo, trying to hide his face. All the others waiting were women or girls. He was the only man. He felt like each glance from one of the *real* women burned a hole through him. They must all think he was some kind of a freak.

"Liz? Carol is ready for you" said the young woman at the counter. Rob stood up, and was greeted by a pretty young woman wearing the white coat uniform that all the other employees had on.

"Liz? Nice to meet you. I'm Carol. Follow me."

Rob followed her to her workstation.

"Now lets see. Your mother tells me that you are to get a full manicure and pedicure. Lets pick out a color for you. Do you want something similar to what you have on now?"

Rob blushed again. He was wearing nail polish, and it was awful to be reminded about that fact.

"Something less colorful" he said in a soft voice, trying not to sound male, so he wouldn't seem like such a freak.

"How about this pink?" said Carol. "It is a much softer color, and it goes will with your skin tone."

"That's fine" said Rob.

Carol smiled, and told him to follow her. He was sat down in a chair, and told to remove his boots. Then he was sat in a seat that had a foot bath. His feet soaked in the hot bubbling water for five minutes, as Carol ran off somewhere. When she returned, she gave him a foot and massage. Then she moved him back to the other seat, and started trimming his toenails. All the while, she talked to him about TV shows, the latest gossip, and other small talk. Rob did his best to keep up with her, and not sound out of place, although he certainly felt that way.

Carol painted his toenails with the pink color, and Rob was left on his own for a while as they dried. Then he was moved to her regular station, where she gave him a hand and wrist massage, removed his nail polish, filed his nails, and applied the new color in it's place. There was a drier to speed up the curing process, so the multiple coats and the clear coat finish were done in no time.

When Rob got out to the waiting area again, Sara and the girls were already done.

"Oh Lizzie, your nails look so pretty!" gushed Amber.

"That's a lovely color you picked out" said Brooke.

"Look at my daughters, all with such pretty nails" said Sara proudly. "Come on now girls, we have some shopping to do! Each of you may pick out two new outfits. Lets go!"

She took them to a department store, and the girls excitedly started going through the racks of clothes. Rob was much less excited, but Sara told him he *had* to pick out two more pretty outfits to wear.

"You need to increase your wardrobe" she said. "You'll wear out your skirts in no time if you only wear the same things every day. Now go find something pretty."

Amber and Brooke were looking through the junior department, but Rob had to go to the women's clothes section to find things in his size. He picked out a couple of things like he had seen in Cosmo, and showed them to Sara, who approved. He could not believe how much more clothes for girls cost, than for males. There was less fabric, but things cost more! He was amazed.

 

Rob was quiet as they rode home in the car. He had just bought a dress for himself. He had just gone to get his nails done. He had walked around a shopping mall, dressed up as a girl. He had been pampered and treated like a girl. He was so humiliated from everything, that he was beyond words to describe how he felt.

Maybe he was gaining an understanding of the girl's lives, but this was getting to be too much of a price to pay for that. He could not wait until this was all over, and he could be himself again.

 

* * *

 

Two weeks passed, after this trip to the shopping mall. In that time, Rob was never allowed to be anything other than a girl. He had no marital relations with Sara, and he felt devastated about being cut off like that. He had been forced to do so many thing with the girls, that it wasn't even strange or different anymore to wear makeup or to wear a skirt. He shuddered to think that he was getting *used* to it now.

He decided to confront Sara, and try to end this little game of hers.

"Look" he said. "I've really had all I can take."

"About what dear?" said Sara, innocently.

"About all this!" he said, waving his hands up and down. "It has been weeks. I need you!"

"What do you mean Liz? Need me? How?"

"You know what I mean Sara. In bed. I love you, and I need you."

"Elizabeth Jane, you go to your room right now! You don't call me by my name! That is so disrespectful! And that is just sick, saying you want to sleep with me! A mother and her daughter? You have a sick and perverted mind. You're grounded for a week."

Rob was so angry that he just stomped off to his room and slammed the door shut. How could she do this to him? He was trying to talk to her as her husband, and she just insisted on treating him like he was her daughter. He was so mad that he wanted to yell or smash something.

"What's with her?" asked Amber.

"I don't know" replied Brooke. "Must be on her period or something."

* * *

 

Another week passed, and Rob was at the very end of his rope. He could take no more. He was about to burst wide open with anger and resentment. He had done all that was humanly possible, and it was time to end the game. He had gained more of an understanding of Brooke & Amber's lives than he would have ever thought possible. But enough was enough all ready! He had to face Sara, and end it, *now*.

 

"We need to talk" he said to her, and invited her into his room, where he could close the door, and have privacy.

"What is it sweetheart?" she said, in that condescending motherly tone he was sick and tired of.

"I can't do this anymore. Not one more day."

"What do you mean?"

Rob sighed. She wasn't getting it.

"A girl Sara. I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend to be a girl anymore! I've bent over backwards to please you and to please Brooke & Amber. I've done all that you've asked of me. I've let you shame me, humiliate me, and I did it all so that I could make you all happy. But now it is over. I'm not doing this anymore. I have to be myself. I don't want you as my mother; I married you so that you could be my wife."

Sara just looked at him blankly.

"Are you done ranting?" she said, with any icy voice.

"Yes" said Rob sternly. "Lets make this simple. Today, I am going to return to being the man of the house."

Sara looked at him and laughed out loud.

"What?" said Rob.

"Lizzie, dear, you have to understand. You're *never* going back to being a man."

All of the color drained out of Rob's face.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me" she said. "Things are never going to be the same around here as they used to be. You are *never* going back. I think of you as a girl now. After seeing you in a dress, I'd never let you back into my bed. You gave up that part of your life the minute you put on panties."

"But you *made* me do it! I did it for you, and for the girls!"

"You keep whining, just like a little girl. Don't you understand Liz, you made a permanent change. You are a girl now, and you will remain that way as long as you live."

"Sara, I'm your husband, and I need you!" he said, his voice cracking.

"No Liz. You are my daughter now. And you will be, for the rest of your life. This is you now, and you will never go back."

"Then I'm leaving you Sara" he said. He got up and opened his closet, so he could change into men's clothes. But there were none to be found. Over the past few weeks, they had all been removed, and he hadn't even noticed it.

"Where's my clothes?" he said.

"Those are your clothes dear" said Sara. "Your pretty outfits, your dresses, blouses and skirts."

Rob ripped the wig off of his head, and threw it down to the ground.

"And I'm not wearing *that* anymore" he said.

"I was going to suggest the same thing" replied Sara.

"What?" said a surprised Rob.

"Yes. Your hair is long enough now, we can take you to the hair salon, get it dyed blonde like your sister's hair, and get it styled pretty."

Rob's hair had continued to grow for the past month that he had lived as a girl. Before he married Sara, he had always worn it short, but she had encouraged him to let it grow out longer, because she told him that she found it sexy. Now his hair was long enough to be styled like a girl.

A chill went up and down his spine, leaving a tingling sensation on the back of his neck. Sara wanted his hair to be long, ever since they met. Long enough to be pretty. She had been planning this all along! From the day she met him, she had *planned* on turning him into a girl! This had all been one big setup! He looked at her, and his eyes revealed a new fear inside.

"She begins to understand" said Sara. "You can see now Liz, that this was meant to be. You were destined to become a girl, and I'm going to help you along with your transition. Today, you wear fake boobs. But one day soon, you won't need them anymore. You'll have *real* ones of your own. You are one of us now. You are a girl."

The door opened, and Amber came in with Brooke.

"You are a girl now" said Brooke. "The third sister we always wanted."

"You are one of us now, and you can never go back" said Amber.

"No...." stammered Rob, still overwhelmed, as it set in that all three of them had been in on it since day one.

"Oh yes!" said Amber.

"Why Sara?" asked Rob. "Why did you marry me?"

"Because the girls needed another man they could help me turn into a woman. Nothing makes them feel like they're getting back at their father, as much as turning a man into a girl."

"You've done this before?" he said.

"Yes" replied Amber. "You are the third one."

"And the best one so far" added Brooke.

"I can't wait to see her blossom into a young woman" said Amber.

"I'm not about to 'blossom'!" said Rob in a rage.

"Oh, but you are" said Amber.

Rob stared at her, with an angry glare. How dare she talk to him like that?

"You see" explained Brooke, "once your female hormones kick in fully, you really will start some more dramatic changes. Your boobs will fill out your bra, your skin will get smoother, like it does for real girls."

"Your mind will change, and you'll start to feel new emotions."

"The last man we did this to even started to feel an attraction to males" said Sara helpfully. "Once you are fully female, you'll want a man of your own."

"No!" screamed Rob. "I'm not on hormones! Get away from me!"

"Now Liz, tell me something. In your panties, between your legs, when was the last time you got hard?" said Sara.

"I don't know. I guess it has been a while."

"That is because loss of function down there is one of the first signs of excess estrogen in your system. Have you noticed mood swings? Or that your facial hair doesn't grow as fast? How about how your skin is getting softer, or the way your nipples are larger now, as your breasts begin to bud?"

"No..." said Rob, falling down to his knees.

"You *like* being pretty" said Amber. "I can tell. You don't protest anymore when we do things to you."

"I think you enjoy wearing a skirt now" said Brooke. "You used to get so upset, but now you like it, don't you?"

"She didn't even realize that she's turning into a real girl" said Amber.

"Come on sis, don't cry, we all love you" said Brooke.

"And your mother loves you too" said Sara.

 

Inside, Rob was crumbling. He had been living a lie with Sara. More and more, little memories from their marriage started to make him think. She had been training him for this, ever since things started. Something that seemed innocent, like her measuring him for a costume at Halloween, now came to light as a chance to get his exact measurements for when she bought him dresses, skirts, blouses and shoes. Or the times she made him go shopping with her, she was really *training* him for the day he would wear the types of clothes they were looking at.

Emotionally, he was a wreck. He had been manipulated and controlled by not only Sara, but the girls! These young girls had *made* him do things. They had twisted him, and changed him. To be under the feminine *power* of a young woman was just earth shattering for him. His world was falling to pieces. His heart was broken. His mind was in utter chaos. He fall down to the floor, curled up in the fetal position, and openly cried in front of all of them. He no longer cared. It just didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

 

"I love you" said Sara, kissing him on the cheek.

"And we love you too" said Brooke.

"Honey, stop crying please" said Sara. "Let's get you a nice warm bath, clean you up, and get you into your comfortable nightie. I'll cook your favorite dinner, or we can order out a pizza."

"Yeah!!!!" said the girls. "Pizza!"

"Come on honey, we all love you, and want you to be happy."

"I love you sis" said Amber, giving Rob a hug.

"You're so pretty. I'm so glad that you are my sister" said Brooke.

"And I am very proud of you. that you are my daughter" said Sara.

Rob looked up to them, with tear filled eyes. He thought they all hated him so much, but how could he think that? They all loved him. Well not him, the man. They loved *her*, Liz, his female self. They all loved her. All he had to do was to accept being her, and everything would be all right. They would all be kind to her, and be gentle. All she had to do to be happy was to accept herself for who she really was.

Liz smiled and hugged Sara.

"I love you so much" she said.

The girls looked at each other, and smiled. They knew it: they had broken him, and in the ashes of his pathetic empty male soul, his inner female self was now on the rise. They had done this before, and knew what the moment meant. They savored it, each and every delicious moment. Rob was a girl now. He was Liz, and they had done it to him!

They would continue to administer hormones to him, teach him more about how to be a girl, and then it would be time for him to go. She would think of herself as female, and leave them to live her own life. And then, they could find another man who they could convert.

Their father had been so mean to them, and so mean to their mother. They hated men now, as much as their mother did. They had converted another one, and they were elated. Brooke was hoping that her mother would let her start dating soon, so she could try this on her boyfriend as well. She was pretty and popular enough that she could pick anyone she wanted at school. She would find some pathetic male, who thought highly of himself, and by the end of the school year, she'd have him showing up in a skirt, and *liking* it. She could hardly wait.

Sara was proud of how much her daughters had done to help this time, and how easily they took control of Rob's life. They were good, and getting better. It had taken twice as long last time. She hoped they could get so good at it that she wouldn't even need to marry the man next time. She had plenty of money after the last divorce, and Rob had signed an agreement that she would get half of his net worth if they ever divorced (plus she got to keep the house). So she was well enough off. All she needed was the next man she could turn. One less evil man in the world, replaced by one more good woman.

And as for Amber, she knew she was too young to have a boyfriend, but she loved Brooke's idea. She would help of course, and soon her mother would have a new man too. This was so much fun for her, and she was learning a lot. She promised herself that even if a man did make her fall in love with him one day, she would do this to him, and turn him into a girl. He might think they were close, and they had a good relationship. But she would alter him, change him, and make him become a girl too. Only then, would he really understand her.

  

  

  

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