This story involves involuntary crossdressing and feminization along with graphic sexual activities. If you find such things offensive, are under eighteen years of age and/or you live in a location where reading and/or possession of literature about such things are illegal, please go away! What are you doing here anyway?!?
It was a very warm summer afternoon, shortly after an exhaustingly long and blisteringly hot heat wave. His thirteen year old body had been totally unprepared for the onslaught of heat he'd met upon first moving to the San Fernando Valley and he was still recovering from a mild heat stroke. His previous home had been in a much cooler climate. Although still new to the neighborhood and despite having had difficulty accommodating the heat, David had managed to explore a little already and pretty much knew his way around.
He had hoped that moving here would give him a chance to "remake" his public image into someone a little more socially acceptable to his peers. So far he hadn't even met anyone his own age here, but had just had to endure his mother's alternating lapses into self-pity and obsessive attacks of verbal abuse, his older brother's emerging paranoid schizophrenia, the pervasive heat and the boredom. During the recent heat wave, he'd spent much of his time up on the roof of their "new" house, repairing the dilapidated and rusted out swamp cooler. At least in part he'd then, like now, been looking for an escape from his mother and brother, but had thusly also provoked his recent encounter with heat stroke.
As usual, the only access he might have had for his occasional crossdressing would have been the rare times he was home completely alone, but this hadn't happened yet since the move. Frustratingly, the only female clothing he'd ever had access to, even before the move, had been his own mother's - not his first choice, by any means. There was no one here, outside of certain suspicions within his immediate family, who had any idea of his differences - his preferences - unlike back home, where all of his one-time close friends had been girls and the boys had constantly taunted him about and beat him up for being a "sissy".
The two girls of our story, on the other hand, were excited to finally have a place to themselves. Cynthia's parents had died several years before and she, having just had her eighteenth birthday, had just come into a significant portion of a truly large inheritance and was no longer eligible for or desirous of foster care. With the first installment of benefits, she had purchased outright a much larger and better equipped than average home in this upper middle class neighborhood.
Monica, a foster child since very young and extremely intelligent, was still seventeen for a few months, but already had regular employment at a pharmaceutical manufacturing company and, equally ready to get out of the foster care system, had quietly left a few months ago and recently moved in with Cynthia in her new home. The two girls had previously lived together for several years in the same over-capacity foster home (in reality and until now, primarily supported by the executor of Cynthia's parents' wills), most recently along with three younger boys that both girls found completely disgusting. They had grown very close to each other indeed during their time there and already knew that they shared almost identical and complimentary sexual fantasies.
It's possible that their foster care situation may in fact have been at least partially responsible for some of those fantasies developing in the first place. Their foster parents had spent most of their evenings out partying, leaving a house full of foster kids completely to their own devices. Five years earlier, they'd had a domineering foster brother a couple of years older than either of the two girls who had repeatedly forced them to watch, while bound to chairs and clad only in their panties, as he dominated two younger foster brothers. He would make the two hapless boys crossdress, including makeup, then service him orally before making them alternately do the same to and butt fuck each other. He would then, after untying the two pubescent girls, leave them, now incredibly sexually frustrated and still almost naked, locked alone in a tight closet for an hour or more at a time. They had been very glad indeed when he'd had to move out two years ago, but his nearly three years there had certainly had its effect on both of them
As they drove around in Cynthia's new open convertible, trolling for a potential victim for their combined desires, they saw David casually walking along the street and quickly decided he had most of the physical qualities they were looking for. Although maybe a little on the tall side for a boy of his age and just entering puberty, his features were very soft and they thought he could easily pass as a girl. Now, the only question was how he would react to what they had in mind for him and whether his personality was compatible.
While it was definitely cooler than it had been just a few days earlier, David still felt uncomfortably hot. He'd had no particular purpose in mind when he'd left home and was just walking out of sheer boredom. "Anything would beat this," he muttered to himself. "I don't know why we had to move here where I don't know anybody, it's hotter than Hell and there's nothing to do. At least when school starts, I might actually meet somebody."
As he strolled along, still only a few houses away from his home, the two girls pulled up next to him. Monica leaned out of the window and said, "We're looking for this address on (omitted) street, but it seems to end here, only a block off Victory. Do you know how to get there?"
He'd already noticed in his explorations that many of the streets here had the annoying habit of dead ending at a cross street and then starting up again a block or two farther on. "It starts up again the next block down that way."
"Do you know how to get there from here," she queried further.
"It's simple," he replied. "You just head down this way, turn right at the first right you come to (it's three blocks on the left), go that way for another block, turn right again, head back the same distance and you're there."
"That was kind of confusing," she responded, acting dumb. "Do you think maybe you could show us?"
"Sure, I guess so," he answered, a little surprised that she'd had trouble following his directions.
Opening the door and stepping out, Monica deliberately allowed him to get a good look down the loose front of her light blue tank top at her voluptuous breasts (barely contained by a matching blue bra) as she leaned forward to exit. "Here, get in," the tall brunette offered. "Then we'll be girl-boy-girl, like we should be. I'm Monica, by the way, and this is my friend, Cynthia."
"I'm David," he responded. Seeing nothing wrong with her logic and perceiving no particular threat, he deferred to his libido, ignoring the years of warnings about getting into a vehicle with strangers, and climbed right in next to the blond driver. "Besides," he thought to himself, "at least there'll be a little breeze riding in this convertible and I'll get to sit between these two sexy girls." Whether this was in reality a mistake on his part or actually serendipitous may be open to debate.
Momentarily, he found himself seated between the two older girls, each of them apparently immediately finding a reason to rest a hand on one of his legs. As they approached the first turn, Monica pulled his right hand with her left up and onto her bare leg just below her beige denim short shorts. Then she turned and started stroking his thigh with her right hand, repeatedly running nearly up to his crotch and then returning to mid thigh before starting back up. As she did this, she kept deliberately "accidentally" rubbing the nipple of her left breast lightly against his right shoulder. At the same time, Cynthia pulled his left hand onto her bare leg and slid it up under her skirt, almost to her crotch.
Totally unable to resist reacting physically to this situation, his male member became extremely rigid. He had no way to hide the embarrassing bulge developing in his pants, sitting as he was between the two girls,. Noticing, but already expecting this development, Monica's hand slid up and began stroking his penis through the thick denim of his blue jeans.
As they pulled into the driveway of the girls' new home, Cynthia asked, "Would you like to come in for a while. I'm sure you'll find it worth your while, if you do."
By this time horny beyond belief, the young virgin boy had no real choice but to accept the invitation. He did this despite the now obvious fact that they had never been lost at all, but had merely used that line as a lure to get him into their car. To this degree, at least, he fit the male mold, in that once his penis was involved, he no longer had any common sense let alone any ability to resist.
When they entered and closed the front door, the instant relief of the central air conditioning alone made him want to stay as long as he could. Monica again began stroking the bulge in his pants again and Cynthia said, "I bet you haven't any idea what we're going to do to you, but I guarantee you're going to love most, if not all, of it."
Monica matter-of-factly added, "We're first going to dress you up like a girl, to see what you'd look like as a girl, and then we're going to introduce you to all the joys of sex you ever dreamed of and then some.
"You are a virgin, I assume," she added, turning to him and looking him in the eyes. "At least, I hope so."
"Yeah, I guess so," he replied, getting red in the face and embarrassed to admit it, while excited beyond belief but barely believing that his second most deeply held fantasy of being forced to crossdress by a woman, in this case two women, appeared to actually be coming true.
"Well, if you are, you won't be a virgin for long," Cynthia interjected calmly.
"Okay, Boi, strip!" Monica ordered.
A little dazed, David did as told until he was down to his white jockey shorts.
"Those ugly things too," Cynthia added, pointing at them with a stifled giggle.
Momentarily, he found himself standing stark naked in the front room of the two still fully dressed girls, hands clasped in front of his crotch in a futile attempt to cover his manhood from their view.
"Put your hands down," Monica demanded authoritatively.
"What about you two?" he asked plaintively, reluctantly dropping them. "Aren't you getting undressed too?"
"In due time," Monica replied. "You'll see us naked soon enough. First, you have to do whatever we want and we have to know that you will, without hesitation."
"Follow me," Cynthia said, leading the naked boy toward the large bedroom she and Monica shared, as Monica lagged behind in the living room.
He stood inside their room as Cynthia pulled out a pair of deep red nylon hip hugger panties with black lace trim at the waist and legs and handed them to him, saying, "Here, put these on."
He pulled them up his legs, barely coving his ever hardening member as it tented out the flimsy fabric.
Walking into the room, Monica looked at the already visible and growing spot of pre-cum developing on the panties and said, "Well, it's obvious he likes wearing panties."
"Here," Cynthia added, handing him a matching bra. "Put this on too."
He struggled, trying to attach the hooks behind his back. "Here, let me help you with that," Monica offered impatiently.
After hooking it, she slid her hands around, adjusted the cups and gently pinched his nipples through the sagging nylons cups. David moaned and his knees buckled slightly.
"Ooh. I think we've got a winner here," Monica commented aside to Cynthia.
"Here," Cynthia responded, as she produced two breast forms and slid them into the under-filled cups. "We can't have our gurl flat chested now. Can we?" Then, looking up at David's face as she ran her hands over the fake tits, fondling them, she added. "I bet you wish these were real, don't you? I know I do."
He grunted, no longer able to even think clearly, let alone speak coherently.
"Come on over here and sit down, while we do your makeup," she added, leading him to their makeup table. "We want you to be as pretty a gurl as you can possibly be."
Nearly a half an hour later and feeling they'd done all they could that wasn't semi-permanent or easily reversible, they pulled a shoulder length auburn wig onto his head and had him stand up. They then had him slide on a sleeveless empire waist dress with wide shoulder straps and whose full skirt hem came to just above the knee. The dress was a matching deep red with a trim similar to that on the panty and bra set he already had on underneath. Next they sat him down and slipped a very tight pair of white two inch open toe heels on his feet.
At this point, they helped him back up onto his feet and to get his balance (He was completely unused to wearing heels). They then turned him toward a full length mirror to finally get a good look at himself. Amazed at the very feminine image staring back at himself, he blurted out, "I can't believe it! I really look like a girl. Don't I?"
"Yes, you do," Monica admitted, pleased with their efforts. "But, do you think he can learn to act like one or, even better, think like one?" she added aside and quietly to Cynthia.
"Don't push it, Mona," Cynthia chided softly. "You can't rush things like that."
"What was that?" David queried, too distracted by his own feminine image to have paid attention to what they'd said.
"Oh, it's nothing," Cynthia responded. "Don't worry about it."
"Just girl talk," Monica added. "Come here. Let's see if those lipstick covered lips of yours taste as nice as they look."
Pulling him towards her, she kissed him, gently thrusting her tongue through his initially resisting lips and then deeply into the wet warmth of his mouth. As she repeatedly moved her tongue in and out, he found himself starting to suck gently. At the same time, she placed a hand up under his skirt on his panty clad ass and pulled his crotch tightly against her own.
With her other hand she pulled his hand up to her breast and, backing off just slightly from the kiss, said, "Feel my boobie through my top and bra? Want to see it?"
He nodded eagerly.
"Then don't come until I tell you to," she added. Then turning her head, "Cyn, take off your blouse and bra. Now!"
Cynthia did as she was told, unbuttoning the sleeveless magenta blouse and removing it along with the matching bra, thereby exposing her 34 B breasts. David watched Cynthia undress, the first time ever seeing a live girl's breasts, as Monica continued grinding her crotch against his ever hardening member and holding his hand to her breast.
"Do you like her titties?" Monica asked.
"Yes," he replied weakly.
"Don't you wish you had a pair of beautiful boobies like hers and mine?"
"I guess so. Maybe," he answered hesitantly but somewhat dreamily. "I never thought about it before," he added quickly, lying.
"Well, you think about it now," briefly releasing her hold on the hand on her breast and pointing at his chest. "Imagine those are real," she ordered. Regrasping his hand tightly to her boob, she eased the pressure off of his butt with her other hand and slid it around to start stroking his aching cock though the precome soaked panties, adding, "Remember now, no coming until I tell you to."
"Can I join in on the fun?" Cynthia asked, feeling a little left out.
"Sure, Love. Just slip off your skirt and panties too first. Then come right on over, love."
Cynthia again immediately did as she was instructed, dropping and stepping out of the full white with magenta trim skirt and dropping it to the floor where she stood, revealing her magenta bikini panties before slipping them off and leaving no doubt in the process that she was not the dominant partner in this relationship. As she did, Monica released her hold on David's hand, turned her head and pulled Cynthia into a passionate and deep kiss. David thought he was going to explode.
Monica, sensing how close he was to an orgasm, released David completely and turned to begin lavishing physical affection on Cynthia. Spotting his hand moving up toward his engorged phallus, she broke loose from this new embrace, saying, "None of that now," as she swatted his hand away. "Now you just relax and watch us for a while."
Momentarily, having guided her to lay back on the bed, Monica's hands and lips began passionately exploring the obviously natural blonde's naked body. She began by gently sucking on her girlfriend's nipples and worked her way down, kissing her way past the navel. Making certain that David had a clear view first, Monica moved her face between her submissive partner's legs and began licking her clitoris and labia. After a few minutes, Cynthia came violently, shuddering and barely stifling a scream.
"Okay, Honey," Monica said sweetly to Cynthia and helping her up, "Now give our guest a treat. Lick him through his, I mean 'her', panties."
"Oh, and you..." she stopped herself, turning toward David. "What shall we call you?"
"My name is David."
"You told us that, but that just won't do at all," she responded dismissively. "How about Davina? Unless that's a little too close to the original? I mean, we're still in the same general neighborhood, after all."
"You're still getting ahead of yourself again, Dear."
"Your opinion isn't required right now, Cynthia. Now give hur the treat I promised. And, you, Davina (for now), remember, no coming until I tell you to."
As Cynthia licked his swollen member through the panties, he replied haltingly, "I don't know if I can help it. I'm really trying, but I think I'm going to come any second."
"Stop, Cyn!" Monica called out suddenly, timing it carefully. Both girls stepped back and stood there watching as he had a ruined orgasm into his panties. "Ooh, how messy. Cynthia, clean up that mess while I give our guest another little kiss."
As Cynthia pulled down Davina's panties and began licking the cum off of them and his now flaccid penis, Monica kissed him deeply with Cynthia's juices still fresh on her lips and tongue. Soon his mouth was full of her tongue and the taste of her lover's pussy. Gradually, his penis started responding to being licked clean as he discovered the intimate flavor of a woman for the first time, albeit from a second hand source.
Then Monica pulled back and encouraged Cynthia to stand up. "Give our guest another kiss, Cyn, and share." Cynthia pulled him into an embrace against her naked body and gave him a deep French kiss, pushing some of his own come into his mouth. As he started to gag on it, she pulled back and one of the two women held a hand over his mouth as the other pinched his nose, until he swallowed.
"If things work out, you'll get used to the taste in time," Monica said, sounding almost sympathetic.
"Mona, you really should stop 'telegraphing'."
"I'm sorry, Cyn, but I think she's perfect. Besides, I'll decide what to say and when."
"Well, I admit she is good looking, I'll give you that, but we don't really know who she is as a person yet."
"Excuse me, but what are you two talking about?" David interjected.
"Nothing important, Davina," Monica responded. Then to Cynthia, "Get back down there and use your mouth and tongue to get that oversized clit hard again while I get hur a fresh pair of panties."
Cynthia knelt down and did as told again without hesitation.
"That was very bad of you, Davina.," Monica scolded, as she retrieved the item in question. "I didn't give you permission to come. Now we have to start all over again. Remember, this time be a good gurl and don't come until I tell you to."
Returning from the dresser with a fresh pair of pink panties and spinning them around her finger, she added, "We'll just wait a little while before you put these on. For now, get up on the bed, Davina, lay on your back and spread out your arms and legs."
David, hating to break contact with Cynthia's lips, staggered over to the bed and lay down on it on his back. Before he realized what was happening, the two girls buckled his wrists and ankles into straps that had already been attached to the bed posts, restraining him spread-eagled to the bed. Monica began by pulling up his skirt and lightly dragging the panties back and forth over his prominently positioned penis. He wasn't sure whether to be excited or scared, so he was both.
Cynthia, at Monica's direction, then climbed on top of him, faced toward his feet and lowering her crotch to his face, as her mouth again approached and engulfed his already throbbing member. Monica, meanwhile, setting the panties aside, grabbed one of her smaller dildos, then lubed both it and her middle finger very well, spreading some on the exterior of David's completely vulnerable and exposed anus. David, his face covered with Cynthia's most private region and unable to protest, felt the intruding finger with a start, as the more dominant girl gently slipped it inside his virgin asshole and began massaging his prostate.
The only reason he hadn't come by the time Monica switched the dildo for the finger, was the fact he had already come so recently. A few strokes with the dildo, as Cynthia repeatedly completely engulfed his cock in her mouth, and David was squirming, trying desperately not to come again. Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he unloaded again, this time directly into Cynthia's mouth.
Monica quickly pulled out the dildo and replaced it with a butt plug as Cynthia turned around, held David's mouth open, dribbled his come into it from hers and pinched his nose shut so that he had no choice but to swallow again.
Monica looked at David lying there, his dress all wrinkled up and his makeup smeared and said, "Well, you blew it, Kid. I told you not to come until and unless I told you to, but twice - that's twice - you came anyway."
"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself," he responded sheepishly.
"Well, you're lucky I like you so much," she came back, as she undid the restraints. "Tell, you what. I'll let you have another chance. Just tell me you want to stay here from now on and for us to turn you into a gurl."
"What do you mean?"
"Just tell us you want to stay with us and to live as a gurl from now on; but first put these on and cover that thing up," she added, pointing at his penis, helping him up and handing him the panties.
"What about school and my family?" he asked sliding the pink nylon up his legs and letting the skirt of his dress fall back down.
"Those are irrelevant," Cynthia interjected, accepting that Monica had made up her mind to push ahead and leading him back into the living room. "If you stay here, we'll teach you everything you might possibly need and be your new family. I'll make sure you still get a real school education. Don't worry."
"I don't know."
"You remember when I asked if you'd like to have boobies like Cynthia's?" Monica said, looking him straight in the eye and fondling his fake breast.. "Stay with us and you will."
"I don't know if I'm ready for this or not," he hesitated. "Can I think about it for a day or so, maybe?"
"Absolutely not!" Monica decreed. "Either you accept our offer today or you leave right now and don't ever come back here again. If you leave and try to tell anyone about this, we'll just deny we've ever seen you before. Make up your mind quick, before I order Cynthia to get dressed again and show you out."
"Right now? I have to choose right now?"
"Yes, now," she replied forcibly.
"Stay and we'll keep you in beautiful clothes from now on and ravish your body like this regularly," Cynthia added encouragingly.
"But what about my body? I mean, I'm already pretty tall and still growing and pretty soon I'll start growing a beard, my voice will start to change and maybe I'll even get a real hairy body," he questioned, worriedly. "I don't want to look like some kind of freak. What about that?"
Cynthia paused thoughtfully, then said, "Monica, maybe you better take this. Besides, this was really all your idea."
"Let's argue about whose idea this was later," she responded. "Okay, look, Davina. I work for a large pharmaceutical company in quality assurance and disposing a lot of the drugs we produce that were really perfectly okay, just minor cosmetic or labeling problems.
"Anyway, we manufacture a lot of hormone related drugs, like high dosage estrogen and androgen blockers that are used for transsexuals and stuff like that. So I'm always supposed to be throwing things like that out anyway and no one even questions me if it's really good or checks on whether or not I really destroy the rejects. There's also drugs that'll stop you growing or developing more male sex characteristics. That, plus I even know what dosages are recommended for each purpose. I've read all the literature."
"Come on, Davina," Cynthia chimed in. "It'll be so much fun and we'll get to have another 'sister' in the house, only she'll have a little something extra that only we know about and get to play with."
Monica, finding her hand brushing up against David's again hardening shaft, added, "Games like we just had can be a daily experience; or," pulling back her hand and stepping away, "you can go home and try to pretend you're happy you said 'no' to us and knowing that an opportunity like this will never, ever come along again."
David stood motionless for a moment, torn, pleading with his face.
"Make up your mind, Davina," Monica finally said, breaking the silence, "Either decide to stay or leave... now! If you decide to go, by the way, you'll find your boy clothes out in the garbage can out on the street."
"You mean I'd have to go out there dressed like this to get them before I could change to go?"
"Yes and no," she replied. "They're out there. Neither of us is going out there to get them for you. Plus, if you decide you're leaving, once you go out that door, you're never welcome back in here."
"You mean you'd expect me to walk home dressed like this?"
"Frankly speaking," Cynthia responded, "if you go out that door to leave, what you do or how you do it isn't our concern. The clothes you're wearing are yours from now on, by the way - our gift. The wig and the shoes, on the other hand, are ours. They stay here."
"You're welcome to walk home like that. On the other hand, if you really feel you need to, you can change out there in the middle of the street for all we care; although personally, if I were you, I wouldn't want to wear those things without washing them first after they've been in the garbage like that," Monica added. "If you do go out there to get your boy clothes and leave, the only thing you're not free to do is come back here... ever."
"If you agree to stay, however," Cynthia went on, grabbing a pink satin robe, sliding it on and pulling it closed around herself, "I can promise you you'll never go hungry, you'll always have nice clothes, you'll even get a good education (college will be on me) and I'll always be there for you - no matter what - like real family. I'll make that a personal commitment."
"If you stay," Monica added definitively, "you will be feminized and I mean so feminized that no one would believe you had ever been male without seeing what you have there between your legs - you're keeping that thing, by the way - and even then they might wonder.
"Oh, and there's one more condition," she went on. "You are only to have sex with us and anyone we might choose to include with us from now on. No dating, ever. You're ours. Or more accurately," looking at Cynthia, "both of you will be mine to do with as I wish."
"You mean I'd be your slave?"
"Not exactly," Cynthia replied. "Just sexually speaking. Otherwise you'll be free to live your own life. We can easily afford servants, if we ever want them. We don't need you to be one. I'm certainly not one. I just know and accept who's boss in the bedroom."
"Come on. Make up your mind," Monica demanded impatiently. "We're not waiting all day."
"Let me think for a minute."
"You've got less than that," said Monica, giving an ultimatum. "In twenty seconds either you go out that door, leave and never come back, we call the police and tell them that we came home and found a stranger (you) in our house and wearing our clothes, or you agree to stay here permanently and be completely feminized by us." Cynthia crossed her arms and nodding in agreement.
Silence reigned and nobody moved.
"Ten seconds."
Pause.
"Okay, okay, I'll stay," he blurted out suddenly, starting to cry out of a confused mixture of fright and joy. "Yes I want to stay here and dress like a girl and look like a girl and have boobs like a girl and live as a girl. I'll do whatever you want. Don't call the police. Don't make me go back home dressed like this. I want to stay with you."
Cynthia rushed up, letting her robe fall open as she crossed to him, and hugged him, pulling his face tightly into her bare breasts, "Welcome home, Davina. You're going to love being a gurl and you're going to love it here. I promise."
Monica walked slowly up, pulling off her tank top and dropping it along with her shorts to the floor as she came, so that she stood facing him in only panties and bra that matched the blue of the top she'd just discarded. "If you two will kindly part for a moment, I have a promise to fulfill." With that she undid her bra, allowing it also to drop to the floor and exposing her firm 36 D breasts with their dollar sized areolas.
She took Davina by the chin and said, "I promised you a look at these, but the price of seeing me without my panties is five minutes of licking my pussy. It's not negotiable," letting go. "Even Cynthia pays the price for seeing that part of me." Turning briefly to Cynthia, she added, "Don't you, sweetie?"
She again slid her hand under Davina's skirt, stroking his cock, as she looked him squarely in the eye and said, "What do you think, little gurl? Want to see between my legs with my panties off?"
He just shuddered and nodded, getting extremely hard yet again.
"Come on, lover gurl," she said, gently leading him by the aforementioned member toward the couch. "Let me show you what it's all about.
"Whether you know it or not yet," she added easing him down onto his knees, "you're going to be in this position a lot over the next few months," She then slid down her panties, her crotch just inches from his face. The panties no longer hid the dark bush that so perfectly matched the dark hair on her head. Then she sat, guiding his head between her legs, and began directing him as to what to do, how to do it and when to ease up, to please her, after adding "May as well get used to doing this now."
With a little signal from Monica, Cynthia grabbed a strap-on dildo out of a nearby drawer and put it on as David began his experimental ministrations. She then quietly came up behind him, flipped up his skirt and pulled out the butt plug he'd all but forgotten about with a little pop and a gasp from him. She then slid the dildo into his already gaping opening and began pumping in and out of him repeatedly as one well lubricated hand reached around him and stroked his penis in time to the dildo's motions.
Well before his five minute obligation between Monica's legs was up, the repeated rubbing of the artificial penis head against his prostate gland combined with the synchronized hand job began to have their desired effect. He started having difficulty keeping his concentration on pleasing Monica and abruptly orgasmed, violently, mere seconds shy of completing his timed payment.
"Shame on you, Davina," Monica scolded. "You came before I did. For future reference, that is forbidden from now on. Future lapses will be punished. Now finish me off."
David's head went back down between her legs and his tongue restarted pleasuring her as Cynthia started pumping the strapon dildo in and out of his anus again. Several minutes later, Monica suddenly leaned back, shuddering and came with a scream. Cynthia eased the dildo out and allowed David to collapse to the floor, now completely exhausted.
After a few minutes of recovery, Monica straightened up and, looking down at David, said, "Come on, little gurl, we've got a little more to do right now," as she helped him up and led him back into the bedroom and over to the dressing table.
As soon as he was seated, too exhausted to object even if he'd wanted to, she started dramatically thinning his eyebrows and giving them a nice high arch. "A little collagen for the lips and a couple of implants for the cheeks and your face will be perfect," she commented.
"Well, it's obvious she could use hip implants as well," Cynthia added thoughtfully. "Breast implants can wait. A lot of girls her age are pretty flat anyway. We'll just have to see how well she reacts to the female hormones first."
Monica then produced a vial of liquid estrogen and a hypodermic syringe. "The only thing that was wrong with this batch was upside down labels. Would have cost more to relabel it than to toss the whole run out and replace it completely. I rescued it, so here it is."
As she started filling the syringe, she said, "I'm no expert at this, so it might hurt a little. If so, I'm sorry, Davina."
"I thought we decided 'Davina' was a little too close to the original, especially since we're still in the same basic neighborhood," Cynthia interjected.
David winced as Monica pierced his exposed bum with the needle and pushed down on the plunger. The shock of the needle stab caused whatever rigidity was left to his penis to vanish completely.
"Maybe we should talk about it," Monica responded. "What do you think of Danielle or Donna or maybe even Dahlia?"
Cynthia reacted quickly by saying, "I like Dahlia."
"What about you?" Monica queried, looking at David. "What do you think about 'Dahlia'? After all, you're the one who's going to have to live with it."
He rolled the name around in his mind for a moment, then said, "I like 'Dahlia' fine."
"Dahlia it is, then," Monica reacted firmly. Then grabbing his flaccid member, she produced a male chastity tube and while fitting it on him said, "We're going out to eat tonight and we can't have this thing getting hard while we're out in public, can we?" Then a small lock appeared in her hand and she attached it to the cock cage, securing it tightly.
"What if I have to go to the bathroom?" he worried.
"You'll just have to sit down to pee and clean yourself afterward, like any girl does," she came back. "You're going to sit down and wipe yourself when you pee from now on anyway, so what's the difference."
"What if I start to get an erection in this thing?"
"You won't," Cynthia replied matter-of-factly. "That's what it's meant to prevent. If you start to get hard, it'll hurt and stop the erection from happening. From now on you're going to stay nice and soft unless we specifically want you to get hard."
"Erections happen all the time whether I want them to or not."
"Well, this device will teach you self control," Monica answered. "Whether you want it to or not.
"Okay, girls," she went on, clapping her hands together. "Time to get cleaned up and get dressed to go out to dinner. Cynthia, go get the shower ready. We'll meet you in there."
With that she led Dahlia back into the bedroom and started removing the rest of his clothes, pausing to stroke the fake tits through the bra and saying, "I can hardly wait until these are real."
Dahlia's cock started to swell slightly, but the restraint started to make it and, even more so, his testicles hurt. It receded rapidly in response to the pain.
Monica turned the former future man around and unhooked his bra from behind, removing it for him. Then lowering herself to her knees, she pulled down the panties and said, "We've got to do something about these legs of yours and of course your underarms - too much hair!" Spinning him around and addressing his crotch, she added, "I think we're gonna have to trim this 'pussy patch' too.
"Now, if you promise to be good and to let me put this chastity device right back on after the shower, I'll let you out." She stood, looking for a nod from him before unlocking and removing the cage.
"Come," she added, taking his hand and leading him into the spacious bathroom. "You're going to just love our shower. We can all fit in there at once, with room to spare."
Stepping into the large shower stall, Dahlia was greeted from multiple directions with sprays of very warm water, coming from several shower heads on each side. He couldn't help thinking that it was the human equivalent of being on the inside of an automated car wash. Cynthia, already inside, greeted him with a well lathered loofa and started scrubbing his body with the rose scented soap.
Monica entered almost immediately with another loofa and, after lathering it up well, started scrubbing his legs. "Hand me the razor, Cyn," she said, putting her hand out.
Cynthia reached out through the mist and grabbed the item, returning it to Monica's outstretched hand. Monica took it and started shaving his very soapy legs, removing any trace of hair and trimming his pubic hair into a small heart shape that came to a point at the base of his penis. "As soon as I finish this, you take the razor and clean up those hideous pits," she said to Cynthia.
"I'm just glad he, I mean 'she', doesn't have any body or arm hair to speak of," Cynthia responded.
Monica, noticing his bare cock again starting to swell slightly and still kneeling, took her free hand and, gathering a handful of suds before discarding the loofa, started massaging the organ with her very soapy hand. Before long, the excitable member came to life again. As it proudly resumed its previous rigidity, her hand slipped down and cradled his balls. "These," she said quietly and plainly, while looking at them critically, "I don't know about."
Without giving him a chance to ponder what she meant by that, she handed off the razor and resumed stroking his penis, as her newly available hand found itself sliding up the back of his leg to his bottom. As Cynthia started removing his underarm hair, the middle finger of Monica's hand reentered his now welcoming anus. She continued stroking his shaft and sliding her finger in and out of him, adding another finger as she went, until she sensed him starting to tense up, at which point only the intruding fingers continued. "How does that feel, little gurl?"
He moaned, getting weak in the knees. He desperately needed to come. He was certain there wasn't anything left in him but desperately wanted the stroking of his shaft to resume so that he could come. At the same time, he was feeling an ever increasing intensity that seemed to be leading him to a precipice he'd never imagined possible. Then, with a violent shudder, he seized up and tried to suppress his scream, as he had the most incredible climax yet of this day of unprecedented and intense climaxes.
Once the sustained onslaught of seismic spasms receded, he staggered, nearly fell over and had to be supported by Monica until he recovered. "Ooh. I think our little gurl just had hur first womanly orgasm."
"Aren't you glad you decided to stay?" Cynthia asked, looking him in the eyes.
All he could muster up the energy to do was nod slightly.
The two girls finished getting him thoroughly scrubbed and his hair washed and rinsed, then bade him exit the shower and dry off as they started in on washing and pleasuring each other.
Once out of the shower and dried off, they again sat him down at the dressing table and did his makeup for him. "You know," Cynthia, still naked just like both Monica and Dahlia, straightening up so that her tits were just inches from his face, remarked. "You're going to have to learn to do this for yourself. So pay close attention."
When they had his makeup the way they wanted it again, Monica produced an acrylic nail kit and started in on his nails. After she had them to an acceptably feminine shape and length, she produced a bottle of bright red nail polish and began applying it to them. "There's not going to be any question in anyone's mind that these are a girl's hands," she said, adding, "Now let's get that cock cage back on."
Dahlia stood and backed up nervously.
"You promised, remember?" she reminded him, holding the offensive penile restraint in her hand. "It's just as well you stood up. It would have been difficult to put this back on with you sitting down."" She started guiding his privates back into the restraint as Cynthia gently but firmly held him from behind. Once his cock was safely locked away, Monica added, "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"
Dahlia wasn't so sure about that. He'd already experienced enough pressure on his balls, as his swelling cock painfully pulled the device against them, that he knew he didn't want to experience it again. He also realized that his first experience had likely been mild compared to what could happen should he suddenly become extremely aroused (it was known to happen - fairly frequently in the last year or so).
The two girls led him back to the bedside, applied powder and a noticeably feminine antiperspirant, and started to redress him as soon as the nail polish was completely dry. This time the matching nylon bikini brief panties and bra were lavender without any lace or decorative trim. Cynthia again slipped in the breast forms, saying, "You're going to love it when these are real. The way they move when you walk, or run, or dance... You'll see.
"Oh," she went on dreamily, "and when you're making love and someone sucks on them while playing with your clit... hmmm. Just take it from me, you're going to love them."
Monica, herself already half dressed and made up, produced a pink satin blouse with buttons that matched the black knee length pencil skirt she held in her other hand and handed them to Dahlia, saying, "Put these on. Along with these," as she added, handing the lad/lassie a string of cultured pearls. "The skirt will force you to take petite, feminine steps."
As Dahlia buttoned up the blouse and then struggled to get the skirt zipper straight in the back without messing up the blouse, the two genetic girls finished getting themselves dressed and otherwise prepared to go out. Monica wore a light weight, low cut white cotton print summer dress, with small blue butterflies flying and landing on grape leaves, over her white cotton panties and bra and a pair of white flat sandals. Cynthia, instead, wore an outfit almost identical to Dahlia's, except with a cobalt blue blouse and white skirt. Each of the two put on fresh dangly earrings that went perfectly with their outfits.
After slipping a pair of black 2 inch pumps on his feet, they led Dahlia back out into the living room and toward the front door. "These shoes are very tight on my toes and I can hardly stand up in them," he complained.
"All part of being a woman," Monica responded unsympathetically. "Beauty is painful and never forget it. Those shoes are Cynthia's, by the way. Better thank her for letting you use them tonight. We'll get you some new shoes of your own tomorrow, along with the basic new wardrobe you're going to need."
"It's hard enough walking in these in here on a level floor," he went on. "What am I going to do when we get outside where the ground is uneven?"
"You'll learn to keep your balance," Cynthia encouraged him. "It won't take as long as you think. Why I bet by the end of the evening, you'll be walking in them without even noticing they are heels anymore."
Tugging his arm, Monica led him to the front door where he hesitated. "I'm afraid everyone's going to know I'm really a boy."
"No one's going to know a thing unless you let them," Monica responded, opening the door and pulling him toward it.
"You'll be fine," Cynthia chimed in. "You look perfect. I've seen plenty of genetic girls who looked more like boys than you do and I've known a lot of girls who acted exactly like boys at your age. Nearly all of the latter grew up to be beautiful, confident and definitely feminine women.
"In other words, don't worry about it. No one's gonna know a thing," she finished. Then adding, "Come on. Let's go eat. I know just the place."
"If you're thinking what I'm thinking, I agree completely," added Monica.
With that they finally managed to get Dahlia out the door and back into the car, again seated between them. As before, their hands kept exploring his body, this time sliding up under his skirt and repeatedly teasing his panty clad cock in its cage. "We need to make one stop first," Monica interjected, pulling into a mall parking lot.
She then led Dahlia into the mall and into a small earring shop. Selecting a pair of heart shaped studs with pink stones first, she said to the sales girl, "We've got a couple of ears here that need to be pierced. Her mother finally said it's okay for her to get them done," she lied in explanation. "She's a little nervous about it and her sister and I came along to give her a little moral support."
A few short moments later they were headed back out to the car with Dahlia sporting the new very feminine studs in his ears.
Shortly, they pulled into the parking lot of a coffee shop. Dahlia wondered about this, having expected something a little fancier, especially after the lead in and the way they were each dressed.
As they walked in, Monica waived to a tall, thin waitress and flagged her over, saying, "We want to sit in her section." Then adding to Dahlia, "You'll see why in time."
Soon they were seated and the waitress in question walked over to get their order, "What can I get you ladies today?" she asked in her whiskey tenor voice, her uniform top unbuttoned enough to reveal her significant cleavage.
"Hi, Judy," Cynthia said. Judy nodded in acknowledgment, a little smile appearing on her face.
"We're just having house salads with Italian dressing for now and some iced tea for each of us," Monica spoke up. "That, plus we'd like to invite you over for drinks and such after you get off your shift. What time are you off by the way?"
"My shift ends at eight," she replied.
"So, can you make it?" Cynthia bubbled.
"Love to," Judy responded. "Let me get those salads and finish up my side work, so I can get out of here on time and get changed first."
"You know where we live now. Right?" Monica stated. "Just come on over as soon as you get off."
"Like I said before, let me change out of this first," she added, indicting the drab looking uniform. "I mean, looking at the way the three of you are dressed, I'd certainly be underdressed if I came in my uniform.
"And while we're at it," she went on, "Who's your friend?"
"This is Dahlia," Cynthia responded. "She's new."
"New, eh?" Judy raised an eyebrow. "I'll ask what you mean by that later."
"You'll see," Monica answered. "Just know, tonight's going to be fun."
"I'll get those salads going right now," Judy said, starting to walk off. "You've really got my curiosity up, though. I'll be there for sure."
Before long, the three were served their salads and began eating. Immediately, Monica stopped Dahlia, saying, "Don't take such big bites. It's not a competition to see who finishes first. Take small bites, chew them well and savor them if you don't want people to know you used to be a boy."
Finishing their salads with the rest of the conversation mostly consisting of a discussion of the latest episode of Monica's favorite television show. Cynthia paid their bill and they waved to Judy as they left for their next destination.
A short drive later found them at a bar the two underage girls had already been frequenting enough to be recognized. As they headed in, the bartender said, "Your friend looks a little young. How old is she?"
"She just turned 21 last week," Monica came back. "She's always looked half her age, even when we were just kids."
The bartended nodded without bothering to ask for an I.D. and the three sat at one of the tables in the back.
"Ever drink before?" Cynthia asked.
"No. Never," he replied.
"Well, don't worry, I'll order for you," Monica offered. When the scantily clad cocktail waitress came over to the table, she ordered Long Island Iced Teas for all three of them. "It's almost like drinking iced tea," she explained to Dahlia. "You'll barely notice the alcohol at all."
Being totally unused to alcoholic beverages, he drank the innocuous liquid a little faster than he should of and soon felt like the room was spinning around him. Monica ordered him another without asking him first. By the time he finished the second drink, he was quite drunk for the first time in his life.
Seeing their young victim/protegee so inebriated, they helped him back out to the car, taking him home to begin their evening of debauchery and fun. The two girls then plied Dahlia with coffee, taking the edge off the inebriation and waking him up rather thoroughly.
Before long, the doorbell rang and, upon answering it, Judy was found at the door wearing a peach colored, mid thigh shift and matching 3 inch heels. She had also redone her hair and makeup.
"Come in, dear. Come in," Monica said, holding the door open for their guest. "Can I get you a drink?"
"Sure," she replied. "What have you got?"
"You name it, we got it," Cynthia responded.
"Got a little gin with a little tonic?"
"Coming up," Monica replied as she poured and mixed the drink and three others along with it.
"Here," she said as she handed their guest the drink. She then handed both Cynthia and Dahlia their drinks before taking her own.
Obviously, Dahlia, being totally unused to drinking, was already having difficulty with the alcohol. With the addition of the new drink it wasn't long before he was again so drunk he could barely stand up.
"I know what," Monica suddenly said. "Let's play a game. Cynthia, put a blindfold on Dahlia and then we're each going to kiss her and have her guess who's who."
Cynthia produced a blindfold and quickly secured it around his head. Shortly, as he stood there, the three others took turns French kissing him and placing his hands on their clothed breasts. As they did, hands slipped up under his skirt and started playing with his balls behind the caged cock. The pain started to become almost unbearable and he involuntarily pulled back and started to remove the blindfold.
Monica, realizing what was going on, considered immediately unlocked the chastity device and freeing the constrained penis but quickly changed her mind. Then re-securing the blindfold, she said, "Let's start over and, this time, we're going to take off everything except our bras and panties and let your hands do a little more exploring. Then you'll have to tell us who's who without removing the blindfold."
Cynthia kissed him first, simultaneously helping his hands find her breasts and gradually work their way down her torso to the space between her legs. After she finished, she went down on her knees, lifted his skirt, pulled down his panties and started licking the barely exposed tip of his cock. As she did, Monica kissed him and lead his hands from her breasts down her body to between her legs. Dahlia's cock was trying very hard to get very stiff already and struggling with his arousal by the time Judy started kissing him and leading his hands slowly across her boobs, even leading them inside the cups to feel her engorged nipples, and then similarly down to the area between her legs.
As his hands were moving toward the panties, Monica, approaching him from behind, pulled down the back of his panties and slid a lubricated dildo into his rear facing pussy. If that wasn't enough of a surprise, what he found when his hands finally reached the panties certainly was. Judy's nine inch long penis was jutting out and began thrusting itself into his unprepared hand. The licking of his dick head and the dildo in his asshole increased in intensity as his hand was encouraged to grip the thrusting member he soon found his fingers wrapped around.
He was too entranced with what Cynthia and Monica were doing, to have the slightest objection to what was in his hand. Stopping thrusting the dildo into his anal entry momentarily, Monica encouraged the boy to his knees and then pushed his mouth toward Judy's protruding member. Before long he found himself sucking deeply on Judy's cock as Monica resumed pumping the dildo and Cynthia, now lying down on the floor facing Dahlia and between Judy's legs, continued licking on his penis' head.
Shortly, Judy came gushing into Dahlia's mouth as Dahlia himself was rapidly approaching another orgasm of his own. Judy placed a hand over Dahlia's mouth, holding the come in as Monica and Cynthia brought Dahlia to an absolutely explosive orgasm. Then, Monica replaced Judy's hand over the boy's mouth with her own and, as Judy held Dahlia's arms still, leaned his head back and pinched his nose, forcing him to swallow come again - this time, Judy's.
Once he had swallowed it, Monica said, "Good gurl. There's lots of nutrients to keep you healthy in there. We always want you to drink up like that."
He was a little nauseated at the fact he'd just swallowed a huge come load, but had had such an enormous orgasm he wasn't really sure he even cared anymore.
"We promised that if everything went well you wouldn't be a virgin by the end of this evening," Monica stated leading him, as well as Cynthia and Judy, into the bedroom. "I intend on keeping that promise no matter how you define it. Now lie back on the bed."
As soon as he was up on the bed, she hoisted his skirt and pulled his panties all the way off. Then, as Judy removed her bra and exposed her D cup boobs, she encouraged his legs apart. At that point, climbing up between his legs and breasts hanging down and into his hands, the entirely believable shemale slipped her erect cock into his now completely ready and welcoming boi pussy.
She encouraged his hands to fondle her breasts as her cock pumped in and out of him and the soon-to-be shemale himself again orgasmed (this time only releasing a few drops) at the same time as Judy's pulsing stream filled his anal canal. As Judy was helped off of Dahlia, Monica again slipped in the butt plug before his ass hole could close itself back down and sealing the older shemale's juices inside him.
Seeing Dahlia totally done in, Cynthia said, "I think it's time we let her get some sleep. The poor thing looks completely exhausted."
"Well, you get her ready for bed then," Monica responded. Adding, as she lead Judy out of the bedroom, "You remember what we said about that. Right?"
"Don't worry, Mona. I know what to do," she called after her. She then pulled a heavily boned leather corset out of a drawer and helping Dahlia to sit up started to put it on him.
"What's this for?" he asked, halfheartedly but too tired to really object to anything.
"You'll be sleeping in one of three of these every night from now on when you go to bed," she replied. "It'll help keep your chest cavity from growing too big and give you something of a waist at the same time," she explained, tightening the laces tightly.
"Does it have to be so tight?" he wondered. "I can hardly breathe in this."
"Don't worry," she answered, soothingly. "You'll get used to it and be able breathe in no time. Remember what I said about the heels? I was right about that, wasn't I?"
"I guess so," he responded as she slipped a baby doll night gown over the corset and laid him back down on the bed. Then she gave him a kiss on the forehead, pulled the sheets up and shut off the light, saying, "Good night, sweetheart. Welcome to your new life," and left the room, shutting the door behind her.
Except for how tired he was, the events of the day might have kept him from sleeping. As it was, he was so tired that all of the images and new feelings that flashed in his waking imagination were quickly overcome by fatigue and he fell deeply asleep. His sleep was so deep that his dreams were completely assigned to oblivion long before he awakened to his (her) new life.