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Slumber Party Nightmare. Part III
The six girls formed a circle on the floor, evil smirks on
their pretty faces.
"First, ladies pee sitting down, you have always went to
the bathroom sitting down. Your bodies have always been
made to make peeing sitting down natural. It has always
been natural for you to pee sitting down. Have you ever
peed standing up?
" No, of course not" Sam said with an incredulous look
on his face, as if peeing standing up was the silliest thing he
had ever heard.
"Second, do you shave your faces?"
"Yes"
"No, you don't, no hair grows on you faces. Your skin is
soft and smooth. Also young ladies do not allow hair to grow
on their legs or in their armpits. From now on, you will both
consider anything but smooth, hairless legs and armpits
utterly gross and disgusting. You can't remember ever
feeling any other way."
Mark and Sam gazed down at their hairy legs, faces
twisted with repugnance.
"Now, we will learn to sit and act like ladies."
"Melissa and Samantha you will never cuss again.
When you get mad the worse things you can say are 'Oh
fudge' and 'fiddlesticks'".
The girls criticized and offered suggestions as Sam and
Mark were commanded to stand and sit again and again
until they kept their knees together and their ankles crossed,
then sensuously crossed their legs at their knees.
"Melissa and Stephanie," Mrs. Mason stated sternly.
"You will sit that way from now on. You will conduct
yourselves as young ladies at all times. You have no
memory of sitting and standing or talking any other way, do
you?"
"No," they answered mutely, their memories of sitting
like boys erased from their minds.
"Now we'll work on your walk."
Sam and mark paraded up and down, remarks from the
girls altering the way they walked until their shoulders were
back, their pelvis tilted forward and their hips and asses
wriggling.
"Melissa and Stephanie," Mrs. Mason reinforced, "You
will walk this way from now on. You don't know of any other
way to do it, do you?"
"No," they answered, and their ability to walk any other
way except as sexy young ladies was completely forgotten.
They were told to sit back on the couch. Mark eased
back, his knees together, his ankles crossing naturally. Sam
leaned forward, his legs crossing at his knees, hit foot tucked
behind his ankle.
"Now, Stephanie and Melissa," Mrs. Mason began
again, "Do you like football?"
"Yes," they answered.
"No, you don't. You aren't the least bit interested in
most sports. You have no memory of ever being interested in
sports like football, basketball, baseball or hockey. You like
sports like figure skating and woman's gymnastics. You
don't like to play any sports but you like have been planning
to take step aerobics classes. From now on, sports and cars
and all things boys are interested in are too difficult for you to
understand. You can't remember ever being interested in
anything that boys do, can you?"
"No," the boys agreed.
"Do you like movies?"
"Yes, we like movies"
"What type?"
Sam and mark both told Mrs. Mason the type of movies
they liked. It was mostly action/adventure movies and gross-
out horror movies."
"That will not do," said Mrs. Mason, "you both love
romances and any G rated movie created by Disney.
Melissa your idea of a good movie is one in which you can
feel for the characters and cry in joy or sorrow right along
with the main heroine. Melissa your all time favorite movie is
Bambi, and you always cry your eyes out when they shoot
Bambi's mother. Stephanie you hate action movies, you
think the are boring and stupid. You still like gross-out
movies, but you can't look at the screen when the scary
things happen. You must close your eyes and bury your
head in the strong protective shoulders of your date. You
can't help yourself but scream in a high feminine pitch when
you see the frightening images on the screen.
Mrs. Mason grabbed two glossy fashion magazines
from the floor and handed Mark and Sam one each. "Look at
these magazines. This is what you're interested in," Mrs.
Mason told them. "You have always been interested in
fashion magazines. You avidly read every fashion magazine
you can get your hands on, don't you?"
"Yes," the boys chanted.
"You just love all the pretty clothes and the makeup and
the shoes and everything in those magazines. You are also
very fashion conscience and have to have the latest styles
and colors, don't you?"
"Yes"
"You also like girls magazines like Seventeen and
Teenbeat. For the next two months when you read the
advice columns in this magazines, and when you read one
with who has a name that begins with the same first letter of
your names, it will remind you of a time that you had the
exact same problem and you will remember your problem
and the solution exactly as it is written in the magazine as if
it had happened to you. "
Mrs. Mason explained to the other girls that this will
give Sam and Mark a history of experiences similar to other
girls without Mrs. Mason having to make them up for the
boys. "Now, I will give them the specific likes and dislikes of
girls that will grow and change with the times."
"Stephanie, your favorite magazine is seventeen.
Every month as its release date nears you can feel
anticipation and when you finally get you hands on it, you
are filled with joy and happiness and reads it as soon as you
are possible. As you read it, you will agree with everything
said in it. If the magazine says that a new music group is the
is greatest, you will agree wholeheartedly and will become
instant fans of that group. If the magazine says most girls
like to do something you will also like to do it. If it says that
something is not hot anymore you will quickly lose interest in
that thing. When you grow up and become an adult then
Family Circle will become your favorite magazine."
After telling Sam what his favorite magazine is, she
gave Mark a similar command except he likes Y&M and
when he grows up he will like Good Housekeeping. She
explained to the other girls, "We don't want these girls to be
exactly alike do we?"
One of the girls ran into the other room and returned
with the latest issues of Seventeen and Y&M. She held
them up for the boys to see, and both boys said almost in
unison, "Hey that is my favorite, can I please read that when
you are done?"
The cover article on the Seventeen magazine was
"How to get him to ask you to the prom." Sam saw this
headline and started wondering how he was going to get a
boy to ask him to the prom. Then he thought, "Good thing
there is an article in Seventeen. That magazine has always
helped him with all this troubles in the past and it will solve
this problem for him also." Sam smiled to himself.
"When you wake up, you will both be very feminine.
You want to be pretty, so you wouldn't think of going out
without your makeup. You can't remember ever wanting to
be seen without makeup. You love long, polished nails and
perfume. In fact, you won't even think of wearing pants any
more. You want so much to be pretty and feminine, so you
will always wear pretty dresses and skirts. Pantyhose or
stockings and high heels make you legs and feet feel great
when you wear them. The longer you wear them, the better
your legs feel, isn't that right?"
"Yes."
Mrs. Mason paused, thinking that she had gone far
enough with the two upstart boys. Her daughter, Linda,
stood up and whispered something in her ear. The woman
smiled. "We'll do that one last," she agreed. "The drug will
wear off in a few minutes."
As they slowly came back to awareness, Sam and Mark
had the intense perception that something wasn't quite right.
The first thing Mark noticed was his crossed legs. He knew it
wasn't the way he wanted to sit, but couldn't think of any
other way to do it. Then he saw his hairy legs and gagged.
"What's wrong, Mark?" Sam asked.
"That hair on my legs. It's gross! And don't call me
Mark. I'm Melissa. And how come you're sitting like that?"
Sam was shocked at his friend's bizarre behavior. He
was sitting with his knees together, his ankles crossed and
his hands folded in his lap. He couldn't figure out what Mark
meant. Then he noticed his hairy legs. "You're right! I can't
stand it!"
One of the girls handed Sam a mirror and he stared at
his face, wailing, "I look horrible! Anybody got some
lipstick?"
Mark was shocked at Sam's request. He grabbed the
mirror and regarded his face with disgust. Lipstick would be
ridiculous on Sam, but he needed it. "Look at my hair. It's a
mess!"
Almost in a panic, the two boys were inconsolable until
the six girls offered their help.
In the upstairs bathroom, Sam didn't know why, but he
felt much better after he shaved his legs and his underarms.
Mark was downstairs spreading Nair all over himself.
"I know," Mary piped in, "Let's do each other's hair."
Sam and Mark didn't understand why the other one
enthusiastically offered himself to the skills of the girls.
Three hours later, both boys had their brown hair bleached
blond and elegantly permed. They kept reminding
themselves that their friend should hate it, but they couldn't
stop admiring themselves.
The girls split into teams of three each. They plucked
and shaped the boys' eyebrows. Sam was sick watching
Mark put on mascara, eye shadow, blush and lipstick, but
Sam just couldn't stand himself without it. That was the way
they always wanted to look. Mark's makeup highlighted his
best feature, his big blue eyes.
One of the girls went to the kitchen and came back with
some ice cubes, a potato and a large needle. "Slumber party
tradition," she told Sam as she pierced his ears.
"Sam, what are you doing?" Mark shouted, gagging at
the sight of his feminized friend. But he knew he looked
normal with makeup and permed, bleached hair.
"Don't call me Sam," his friend shot back. "They're
turning you into a fag!" He couldn't understand why Mark
was acting so weird. It was the most natural thing in the
world for him to have pierced ears.
Big hoops were put into Sam's new holes. Mark got
heavy, dangling earrings. They admired their own pretty
faces and earrings in a mirror and thought the other looked
ridiculous.
The six girls left to go shopping. Sam and Mark
desperately wanted to go along, but Mrs. mason made them
stay behind. She gave them a Seventeen and Y&M
magazines. They eagerly started reading through them,
absorbing every word.
Mark read an article about PMS. It is Y&M and
seventeen's style to start articles with stories about girls who
have had this problem as a segway into the story. As he
read, Mark felt the same way and by the time he got to the
end of the article he remembered having PMS every since
he was about 12 and had it every month without fail.
Sam on the other hand found out had to get a prom
date, and was thinking about how to put these new ideas
into use.
When the girls returned, Sam and Mark were studying
new makeup ideas and imagining themselves in the dreamy
clothes. They were so deep into fashion, they didn't even
feel it when the needles entered their arms.
Back on the couch, helplessly under the influence of the
hypnotic drug, the boys stared with blank eyes.
"Now, Melissa and Stephanie," Mrs. Mason told them.
"Since you two have decided to become blondes, you will
have to behave like blondes. And we all know how blondes
are."
The girls tittered behind Linda's mother.
"You are both blonde airheads. You smile and giggle a
lot."
The boys grew smiles.
"Unfortunately, blondes are rather stupid. When you
wake up, the biggest concern you will ever have it where
skirt hemlines will be in next season's fashions. The hardest
decision you will be able to make is what color nail polish
to wear or what dress to put on."
The girls giggled and tittered.
"When it is quiet and still late at night, you will
remember what you used to be and what was done to you,
but you do not have the ability to be anything but dumb
blondes for the rest of your lives. You will like to date only
boys (and later men) who remind you of the boys you was
and men you would have been. Since you no longer have a
penis, you have a vagina and all of the external genitalia that
a young woman of your age has. Your plans for the future
are to be to meet the man of your dreams and be a
housewife and mother."
Sam and mark sat on the couch, smiling as the drug
and the suggestions destroyed their intellect and ability to
reason.
When the drug wore off, they looked at each other and
giggled. Deep in their minds, they would always know that
they were Sam and Mark, but they behaved like Stephanie
and Melissa because they didn't know any other way.
"Here," Mrs. Mason told them, handing their clothes
back. "You can go home now."
Mark looked at the clothes he had worn on Friday night.
"I can't wear this," he protested. "These shoes are so ugly
and smelly."
Sam didn't believe what his friend was saying. Mark
always wore jeans and a T-shirt. As for him, there was no
way he was going to dress like that.
"That's all you have to wear," Mrs. Mason stated.
Both boys reluctantly put their clothes on, each eager
to get home and into a pretty dress. As Mrs. Mason showed
them to the door, they stared in disgust at each other.
"Before you go," Mrs. Mason said, "Can either of you
tell me who won the football game last week?"
"Huh?" Sam said, no memory or understanding of
football left in his mind.
"And, Melissa? What's eight times six?"
Mark smiled vacantly, then giggled. "I don't know."
Walking together down the street to their homes, Mark
sniped "You're walking like a girl."
"So are you."
"I can't wait to get these horrible clothes off. I feel
naked without a bra."
"Me too."
"Let's go shopping!"
"Yes, let's go to the mall, there will be cute boys there."
"No wait, let's go home and put on some nicer clothes."
Mrs. Mason watched the two intruders wiggle down the
street. Six girls came to Linda's slumber party on Friday
night. Eight girls left.
Mark, went home, no one was home at his house so he
quickly went up to his room. He looked in all his draws and
couldn't find anything to wear. He decided to go into his
parents room and borrow some of his mom's clothes. His
figure, as Mrs. Mason said, had become very womanly and
his mom clothes fit pretty well, although the bra was a bit
tight. He put on one of his mom's dresses and some hose
and then went downstairs and started reading one of his
mom's fashion magazines. He was still reading them when
his parents came home.
"Hi, Mom," Mark said, "I borrowed some of your clothes
there was nothing nice and pretty to wear in my room. I'll
have to go shopping tomorrow to get some nice things for
me to wear." He said this as if it was the most natural thing
to say.
Mark's mom was stunned into silence, she didn't know
what to say. She saw her son, in her dress, wearing
makeup with permed hair and earrings, telling her she
needed some of his own pretty clothes.
His dad who right behind his mom was furious. He told
Mark to go upstairs and get out of his mother's clothes and
put on his own.
Mark protested that he didn't have anything nice or
pretty to wear. But he thought he was in trouble, not for
wearing the dress and stuff but for wearing his mom's things
without asking her. Mark went up stairs and took off all his
mom's clothes and was standing there naked, not knowing
what to wear. When is mom came to his room, she saw her
naked 'son' and noticed that he wasn't the son that left home
Friday. His penis was gone, he had breasts, his waist was
thinning and his ass was large and round. She knew he was
with Mr. Mason for the weekend. She took out some of his
clothes and told him to put it on. Sam didn't like being in
boys clothes again, but his mom was angry and he couldn't
do anything about it. She took him to the bathroom and
cleaned the makeup from his face and then, she, Sam and
his dad drove to the Mason's house.
Sam's parents was already at the Mason's house when
Mark and his parents got there. Sam was in the living room
reading a fashion magazine. Sam's parents was in the
kitchen with Mrs. Mason. Sam's parents was staring into
space listening to what Mrs. Mason was telling them. A
short time later, Mark's parents was in the same condition.
Mrs. Mason told Sam and Mark's parents that they have
always had daughters named Samantha and Melissa. About
an hour later, everyone went home.
The next day, Samantha and Melissa (Sam and Mark
now no longer existed in any way) both dropped out of
school. School was too hard for them and their mom's had a
lot to teach them anyway. They learned how to cook, clean
house and sew. It seemed to take forever to teach them to
cook, the recipes was very difficult for them. But even
though they was dumb as a stone, if you show them often
enough, every day for weeks and months, even airheads
can learn something.
Twenty years later, Melissa Ann Walters-Tipton was
meeting her husband at a movie, it was an Die hard II or was
it Die Hard X, what did it matter. She hated action adventure
movies, but her husband loved them and since this was the
movie he wanted to see she went along with it. She let her
husband, Mark Tipton, make all her decisions for her. Mark
Tipton is a good looking man. He is 6'2, 170 lbs, brown hair
and blue eyes. He is an electrical engineer just like his
father and grandfather.
Melissa is a very pretty woman, she is short, 5'2, 95 lbs,
flawless makeup and very stylishly dressed. She takes a
great pride in her appearance. But, today she was in a
hurry, she got lost on the way to the movie again. She has
been there hundreds of times over the years, but she still
gets lost. Her three adopted children was in the car with her,
telling her. "Fudge, we'll be late!!!," she told Sam. Sam, her
oldest, was in the front seat, telling his mom, where to turn to
get to the movie. Finally, they got to the movie. Mark was
waiting outside, with tickets in hand, telling them to hurry up,
the movie was about to begin.
Melissa, couldn't understand what was happening in
the movie. It didn't matter if she did, she hated movies like
this anyway. But Mark had his arm around her and she
contented herself by snuggling close to her husband.
Later that night, after her children was asleep, Melissa
put on a revealing babydoll nightie. Mark told her he was
feeling frisky tonight. Even though she wasn't feeling much
like having sex tonight, she had cramps and PMS today,
she knew it was her duty as a good wife to have sex with
Mark anytime he wanted it. After 15 years of marriage, she
knew just how to please him, she would start by letting him
fondle her breasts. She was very proud of her breasts, she
has always been proud of them for as long as she can
remember. Then she would give him a blow job and then
finally intercourse with her screaming and moaning has
seemingly having an earth shattering climax.
After it was done, Mark turned over on his side and
went to sleep. Melissa picked up one of the dozen fashion
magazines that she kept by her bed side table. She loves
fashion magazines and could read them all day. Soon
things was very quiet and it all came back to him, he was
really Mark. He was really a man, he should have Mark
Tipton's job. He just had sex with a man and happily
swallowed his cum. He hated his life and what Mrs. Mason
did to him years ago. he wished he would die so his
nightmarish life would end. He is going to get out of bed and
go to the bathroom, find some drugs and overdose. He went
to get out of bed, by the time she got to the bathroom she
picked up a fashion magazine and started reading. Melissa
loved fashion magazines, she could read them all day.
The End.
Well, that is the best I could do with this story. I tried to make
it consistant and cover all aspects of their conversion from boys
to girls. I do have a problem with the beginning, which I didn't write.
I always thought that in these stories, the punishment much fit the crime
and I don't think that the boys did was bad at all, and certainly
not bad enough for them to lose their identity and intellect. But that
was the way the original story was written, and I only tried to add to
the story and to complete it. besides, I guess the boys had happy lives.
If that is the life you would like to live, happily married to a person who
loves you with loving children. What do I know. Post comments if you like.
And thanks to the original author who did write a good story.
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