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Subject: repost: adventures of Debbie part 1
From: PROSE1222 <PROSE1222@prodigy.net>
Date: Wed, 23 Apr 1997 13:47:37 -0400
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My Cousin's Party
The day started like any other, but it didn't end up like any
other. I'll admit that it was a special day of sorts. It was
my cousin Linda's birthday. It happened every year and the
family was required to attend. This year, however, turned out a
bit different. I ended up attending, but not as the boy I was. =
I attended the party wearing a dress and heels. Let me try to
explain what happened. I'm not sure I can, but perhaps writing
this down will help me understand how and why it happened. It
was only yesterday, and yes I am still wearing a dress today. I
don't know when my mother is going to let me dress as a boy
again. We are supposed to have a talk this afternoon. She is
the one who wanted me to write this down and after she reads it
we are going to have our discussion and decide my fate. I woke
up and had breakfast. The day seemed normal to me. I had a
little burst of energy and did my chores rather quickly. Since
it was Linda's birthday, Mother decided she and I would go over
to my Aunt Janet's house early to help decorate and prepare the
food. They lived three towns away and Mother did not want to
have to come back for me later. I did not protest when she told
me I had to go with her, even though I knew I would be bored
just hanging around. Linda is an only child of fifteen. As
girls go she is considered to be pretty. She is a cousin. You
don't look at cousins the way you do other girls so I am not the
one to judge her beauty. I, at least, learned that lesson.
I say it that way because I think when I picked on Linda
about what she was going through to have people think of her as
pretty is where I made my mistake yesterday. I couldn't help
myself. I told you I was bored. It was a girl's house and
there was nothing for me to do. I couldn't even watch
television as they were all watching those silly soap operas of
theirs on the only television in the house. I do wish my dad or
Uncle were still alive then maybe they would have played catch
with me. They both died in a plane crash seven years ago. I
miss them very much. I started to give them all a hard time
about having nothing to do. They finished the decorating and
then Linda decided to have my mother put her hair up in curlers
and help her with her makeup. I was being completely ignored by
everyone. They were watching one of those silly soap operas
while they went to work on becoming pretty. I found out that
she had a boy coming over to her party that she wanted to
impress. That is all I needed to go on the attack and eliminate
my boredom. I berated her mercilessly. Mother became angry
with me and threatened to make me go through all that Linda was
going through and have me attend the party as a girl. I was
used to her threats and backed off for a few minutes, but then
returned with a renewed vigor in my onslaught. I continued
until Mother again issued a warning. I returned a third time
and found myself in Mother's clutches. I did not realize how
strong she was. She had never actually punished me before. I
wasn't sure what she was going to do to me. I didn't think she
would really make a girl of me. I was wrong. She finished
putting the last curler in Linda's hair and then marched me off
to the kitchen to consult my Aunt Janet about my punishment. =
Linda begged her to dress me as a girl and make me go to her
party that way. =
Aunt Janet said the punishment should fit the crime and she
added that Mother had made a threat and stated what the
punishment for disobedience was going to be. "I think you
should stick to your guns, Marion. Turn him into a girl and let
him see what it is like for a few days. Maybe he will be less
likely to act up again."
Mother listened to them and I soon found myself in their
bathroom soaking in a perfumed bath. My hair was shampooed and
rinsed. It is fairly long. It comes down to my shoulder
blades. Mother always said it made me look like a girl, but
since it is the current style she has not made me get it cut. =
After the bath they dressed me in some of Linda's underwear. I
was made to wear her nylon panties and a training bra stuffed
with tissue, as well as some pantyhose and a slip. The dress
was a pink knit with a very short skirt and tight cling to it. =
I was given a pair of pink pumps to wear with three inch heels. =
Once they had me dressed, they led me to the den to put my hair
in curlers. I had to watch a soap opera with them as Mother put
in the curlers and then began to add a full array of makeup. =
They began making comments about how pretty I looked as a girl
and how demure I was behaving. They talked about keeping me as
a girl for a while. I started to cry and told them they
couldn't do this to me. Mother said that she and I would
discuss it the next day and that I would stay a girl as long as
she decided to keep me as one. "I may even let you spend the
night here with your Aunt so you would have no choice but to
dress as a girl, since there is no male clothing in their house."
They talked so much about how pretty I was that I am
convinced they were not expecting the results from my
transformation that they came up with. I asked, but they
refused to let me see a mirror until they were satisfied that
the transformation was complete. I was made to sit under a hair
dryer for almost an hour. The curlers were then removed, and my
hair combed out into a very feminine style. They had me stand
up and model for them. They all agreed that all that was needed
to complete my transformation was some jewelry. They brought
out a gold chain necklace, matching bracelet, and were
disappointed that the only earrings in the house were for
pierced ears. "Well, I guess we will have to add something
memorable to my son's punishment. Janet go get an ice cube and
your largest sewing needle. We are going to pierce his ears. =
Linda, since it is your birthday, I think it fitting that you
get to give my new daughter a more proper name for her to use. =
I don't think David Allen fits such a feminine girl as she has
turned out to be. Don't worry about the piercing the pain goes
away quickly, if you feel any at all, but you will have to care
for them daily until they heal in a week or two."
Linda decided to give me the name Deborah Ann which my Aunt
and Mother gave quick approval to. They all began to call me
Debbie and noone referred to my male name again that day. Even
today I have yet to hear it. It was decided to allow me to see
my new self in the mirror. I was in shock. The reflection
showed no sign of a male in the room. Where was I? It just did
not seem right to me that there would be no trace of a male no
matter how good the disguise. But I searched in that mirror for
some tell-tale sign. There was none. I became terrified. How
were others going to view me at the party? There were going to
be other boys at the party and I was worried that they would
make advances toward me as a girl and that I would have to dance
with them or worse kiss them? How long was Mother going to keep
me as a girl? She had gone far enough to pierce my ears which
is a permanent action and effeminization to my body. How far
did she intend to go? What limits would she place on this
masquerade I had been given? All these questions were flooding
thoughts. I knew that I would only find answers after the fact
happened. I tried to talk my way out of the mess I was in, but
noone was willing to listen. They simply teased me all the
more. They took delight in telling me what it was going to be
like as a girl. Linda jumped right on the fact that I feared
facing other boys even though I did not make any of my thoughts
public knowledge. She hit my fears right on the head as she
laughingly told me about dancing and playing spin the bottle. =
"You are going to be one of the girls, and if the bottle points
to you the boy that spun it is going to get to kiss you. Have
you ever been kissed before, Debbie? I enjoy kissing the boys
and I'm sure you are going to love it as much as I do. I think
you will also enjoy slow dancing in the arms of a boy. None of
my friends are going steady so you won't be hurting anyone if
you pair off with any of the boys that are coming to my party. =
Perhaps you will meet the love of your life and accept a date
from him. I would like to see you out on a date with a boy. =
Could you handle it? It would be fun to see you at a movie with
his arm wrapped around you and your head resting on his
shoulder? Do you want to have me arrange a double date for us
tomorrow night?"
My mother added that if I wanted to I could go on the date. =
I just cried a little harder. They all said that the tears only
showed how feminine I had become. I argued how easily I would
be read since I had no idea how to be a girl or act like one. =
Aunt Janet said it would be her pleasure to teach me the finer
points of being a girl, but that I had to follow everything she
told me and that I had to be willing to flirt with the boys as
payment for her lessons as well as go on the date that Linda had
suggested. The only difference was that I had to get one of the
boys to ask me out rather than have Linda arrange the date. I
had no choice but to say yes and hope that it would not be too
awful an experience. She said my first lesson would be how to
walk in heels. The next lesson was how to sit in a short skirt
and cross and uncross my legs without showing everyone my
underwear. She also added that I should know how to flash a
potential date in a flirting way. I really couldn't believe
they wanted me to learn how to flirt with boys. My lessons
continued with voice and expressions followed by mannerisms and
deportment. I even had to learn how to brush back hair from my
eyes in a feminine way as well as how to bat my eyes. As they
continued with the lessons my mother noticed that my eyebrows
should be thinner as a girl and she brought out the tweezers to
thin them with. When she was done I had only a thin high arch
of an eyebrow. At this point I felt totally ashamed. I begged
them to stop their treatment of me and apologized for my
actions, but it was no use as they informed me that my fate had
already been sealed. I was going to have to do the best at
being a girl that I could. The party was to take place at 7:00
p.m. and we were supposed to go to dinner at a restaurant of
Linda's choice. I was terrified of going out in public. I
tried to make excuses as to why I should not go with them. They
had an answer for each objection I could make. "But what if I
have to go to the bathroom while we are out?"
"That is an easy one, Debbie. You are a girl so you'll just
use a ladies' room like anyone else. I am glad you brought that
up though because it is very important that you remember you are
a girl when you go in there. Girls sit down for every function.
You will have to remember that and the ladies' room allows a
girl to fix her hair and makeup so that she always looks her
best in public. I expect you to behave yourself like a proper
young lady and remember what your Aunt has taught you this
afternoon. Now take your purse and come along or I'll force you
to use the ladies' room when we are out. Maybe I should anyway.
I think it might be a good experience for you at that. I don't
want any more excuses, Deborah Ann."
Linda chose the most popular Chinese restaurant in town, and
it was a very crowded Saturday night. Several of her friends
were there and came over to her to say hello and happy birthday.
She introduced me to them as a cousin. I was surprised they
did not question her about only having a male cousin, but noone
seemed to think any more about it. They accepted me as Debbie
and said they would see us at the party. I was terrified, but
Linda assured me that they didn't know anything about her family
and they had never met me as a boy. She said the only one of
her friends that had was Karen and she would have to see how
Karen reacted around me before she would reveal my secret to
her. Mother and Aunt Janet agreed with her that Karen may need
to be told in order to protect my secret from just being blurted
out. I had to agree with them because I certainly did not want
any more attention than absolutely necessary, especially since I
was supposed to be getting a boy to ask me out on a date as part
of my punishment. Dinner was enjoyable and quiet following the
girls' visit to the table. Mother stuck to her threat by making
me go into the ladies' room at the restaurant. I was on tiptoe
as I walked in hoping that noone else was there. I saw one pair
of legs in one of the stalls but no other signs of anyone else. =
I opened the door to a stall and did as I had been instructed. =
I did have to pee badly. I lifted my skirt and lowered my
panties and pantyhose. I made sure to sit on the toilet even
though it felt a bit awkward to me. I knew if I didn't it would
give me away and then I could be in some serious trouble. I
took care of my business and then drew my panties up and
straightened out my skirt then exited the stall. The room was
now filled with women waiting for a stall to use. I did not =
want to draw any attention to me but knew better than to just
run out of there without checking my appearance in the mirror
and fixing my hair. I also tried touching up my lipstick before
exiting. Noone said anything and as I looked in the mirror and
saw that I still had that pretty appearance that Mother had
given me. I felt quite confident that I had pulled off the
masquerade without incident and felt a bit of pride in my
appearance. To add to my feeling of accomplishment Mother told
me that I had done a pretty good job reapplying my lipstick.
I ate my fortune cookie and then we were on our way back to
Aunt Janet's house to get ready for the party. Linda's friend
Karen arrived early which made it easier for us to test her out.
When I was introduced as Linda's cousin, she immediately picked
up on the fact that she thought Linda had only a male cousin and
began to ask questions. She almost seemed to accept the
explanation that I was another cousin that hadn't been mentioned
until she saw my mother and then remembered meeting her with me
as a boy. The questions began again. It was obvious that she
needed to be told the truth and asked to keep silent about it. =
Mother told her to sit down and then told me to tell her what
was really going on and what I was supposed to do that night as
part of my punishment. I told her the story from the beginning
and included the fact that I had to appear as a girl for the
night and get a boy to ask me for a date to double with Linda
the next night. She laughed at my predicament. She asked if
she could get a little fun in for herself to secure her silence.
She wanted me to pay for all the times her brother berated her
and laughed at her. She wanted me to have to kiss the boy after
accepting his offer to take me on a date and she wanted to make
it a triple date with her and a boy, Linda and a boy, and me and
a boy. She added that Linda should invite me and her to remain
for a slumber party after the birthday party. Linda thought it
was a good idea and that my hair should be put up in curlers
again so that I could experience how uncomfortable they are to
sleep in. Mother agreed but suggested that more girls should be
invited to stay over. we looked at the clock and fortunately
realized that there was no time to call any other girls to let
them know. I was glad that I was off the hook in one way, but
knew that Linda and Karen would have some ways of making me
uncomfortable.
The guests began to arrive. I was introduced to Vanessa,
Jane, Carol, Jennifer, Stephanie, Natalie, Kathy, Charlie,
Steve, Michael, John, Dan, Tom, Bobby, Larry, and David. None
of them seemed to be able to tell I was really a boy. They
accepted me as a girl and the boys did begin flirting with me
trying to find out more about the new girl on the block. All
was going fine until Karen decided to get the party going by
putting on some music and telling the boys to find a partner and
dance. She started with a slow song and I had already been told
that if I refused any dance offers that I would be exposed and
humiliated in front of everyone. Michael came over and asked me
for the dance. I felt very awkward as he put his arms around my
waist and I put my arms around his neck and we began swaying to
the music. We walked around in a circle as the music played. I
felt a little more comfortable by the time the song ended, but
scared that I was going to have to do more dancing and hug more
boys. Charlie wanted the next dance, but fortunately it was a
faster song and we did not have to hug at all. I could see that
Linda was getting the boy she was interested in to focus all his
attention on her. They were both quite happy about it. She
even got him to ask her out on a date by the second dance. I
think she was hoping that he was going to be her birthday
present and ask her to go steady. The night was just beginning.
I still had to get one of the boys to ask me out on a date and
agree to go with Linda, Karen and their dates the next night. I
danced with John and Larry and again with Michael, before Karen
got us to play spin the bottle. The girls, which included me,
sat in a circle on the floor. The bottle was placed in the
center of us and each boy took a turn spinning it. You know the
rules, whoever the bottle pointed to had to kiss the boy. There
were nine boys and each boy got to spin the bottle twice. The
results had Karen kissing four times, Stephanie twice, Kathy
three times, Vanessa once, Carol twice, Jane once, and I got
kissed the most with five times and Linda got the last kiss. =
The first time the bottle pointed to me I was terrified and I'm
sure everyone could tell. I even let out a little gasp. It was
Michael that had spun the bottle. He had me stand up and then
he put a hand on each side of my head and drew it toward him as
his lips puckered to meet mine. It surprised me, but I did not
find it as distasteful as I expected it would be. Each kiss
became more and more enjoyable as I relaxed and accepted myself
as a girl. I am sure that this acceptance of my fate is what
made the rest of the night so pleasant.
As far as I was concerned there was nothing that would be
more involved than that game and when it was over my identity
was still known only to Linda and Karen. I was asked out by
both Michael and Charlie. I accepted the date with Michael. =
Linda did get Dan to go steady with her. Karen was asked out by
Larry. Our triple date was all set, and I was now faced with
more time as a girl, but at this point I really didn't mind. I
didn't take time to think about it. The reality would hit me
after the party, when Linda reminded me that I would have to
kiss and hug him privately. There would be no room full of
laughter and no escape. Karen added that I would also have to
do for Michael whatever she and Linda did for the guys they
would be with and she said she liked giving head and playing
with a guy's penis. I couldn't believe she was saying that. I
looked to Linda for some type of reassurance that I would not
have to go that far. I was not sure if Karen was pulling my leg
or not. Linda looked me right in the eye and said that Karen
had a good idea and that it would be fun to see me on my knees
sucking a boy's cock. I had to agree to go along with whatever
they decided or face the consequences of being exposed in public
and Linda threatened to tell some of my friends that she knew on
her next visit and to bring pictures of me as a girl. I was
completely in their power if I wanted as little trouble as
possible. I didn't know what they were serious about and what
they were just getting me going with. I would just have to wait
to find out and hope that they would not make me suck on
Michael's cock. I wore one of Linda's baby doll nighties to bed
and had to sleep with my hair in curlers once again. Curlers
are uncomfortable to wear in the daytime , but at night they
become a torture device. I tossed and turned all night from the
discomfort of the curlers and the racing thoughts in my mind. =
I thought about all the different circumstances I could find
myself in on the date with Michael. Most of all I wondered what
it would be like to suck a cock, and how embarrassing it would
be to have everyone know I was really a boy. These thoughts are
still running through my mind now. I also have been wondering
how far mother was going to make me go with this punishment and
what she is going to have to say this afternoon. I'll write
more when I find out. I just hope I survive.
Sincerely,
Deborah Ann Jackson
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