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Subject: repost: Adventures of Debbie part 3
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Date: Wed, 23 Apr 1997 13:51:24 -0400
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THE BEACH
The next morning I was awaken and dressed in the hot pink
bikini that Aunt Janet had bought for me. I felt very awkward
in it. I still was not use to having breasts and certainly not
happy to have them hanging out on display in this bikini. They,
however did not pose the biggest problem. The panties were very
tight and skimpy. My cock was barely covered by them and its
bulge was clearly visible. Aunt Janet thought for a few minutes
and then ordered me to remove the panties. She then grabbed
hold of my cock and pulled it back between my legs securing it
with adhesive tape. She fixed it in such a way that it forced
my balls up into a body cavity and had the loose skin of the
scrotum appear to be labia folds. She also said that the head
was still exposed so that I could urinate without having to
remove the tape or my cock, but I would have no choice but to
sit in a proper lady like fashion. And I thought I couldn't
feel any more embarrassed than I already had! I could feel my
trapped penis as I sat at the breakfast table to eat my cereal. =
Linda asked how I liked being a girl so far and said she liked
the way I looked in a bikini and how much she thought I was
going to turn Michael on.
I turned red with embarrassment again. I admitted that there
were some parts of the punishment that I enjoyed. The part that
I had finally figured out that I liked the most was the
attention I was receiving. I had never been the center of
attention as a boy. I think that is why I liked being out on a
date with Michael no matter how awkward I felt as a girl. I
admitted that I liked wearing the clothes and feeling their
softness against my skin. I couldn't believe I was being this
open with them. I told them everything. I was beginning to
feel relaxed in my new role and was confiding in my family. I
think I shocked them a bit by being so open with them. I
admitted that I would rather go back to being a boy and not
having to go on these dates with Michael, but I wished I could
still get the attention I'm getting as a girl. I also admitted
that it would be fun to be a girl in the future and wear the
clothes some more. I also told my aunt how uncomfortable I felt
sitting on top of my penis the way she had it trapped. The
conversation continued as I was made to wash the dishes and
clean the kitchen. Aunt Janet said she preferred me as a girl. =
"You are much better behaved as a girl. You follow instructions
better. You are definitely prettier as a girl. You are a lot
more fun to be around as a girl. And from this conversation you
have become much more open and honest about your feelings as a
girl."
Once the dishes were done, Aunt Janet told Linda and I to
grab our beach towels and our purses and go out to the car. It
was time to pick up Karen, Dan, Larry, and Michael. They were
all ready and waiting for us. I couldn't believe the bulge I
saw in Michael's trunks as he came toward the car. I was
embarrassed, because I noticed it and because I couldn't take my
eyes off of it. I then thought about my own panties and
silently thanked Aunt Janet for her tuck job despite its
discomfort so noone could see mine the way I could see his. The
trip to the beach took about an hour. Michael had put his arm
around my shoulder for the whole distance and I had found myself
unintentionally laying my head down on him and snuggling up to
him, just the way Linda was doing with Dan. I did not do it
deliberately. It just sort of happened naturally. I didn't
even realize it until Linda mentioned it in the girls' room at
the beach area. Once more she had me turning red. Karen asked
if I enjoyed it when he kissed me getting into the car. I had
to admit that I did, but told her that it was no big deal. Was
that a lie! It meant a great deal to me and my self image as a
girl. Not to mention the way I felt about being at the center
of attention. I was too afraid to tell her about that though.
We laid out our towels and soaked in a few rays of sunlight. =
I laid on my back and Michael laid on his beside me holding my
hand. Linda took a couple of pictures of us. I didn't realize
how long we laid there because I had fallen asleep after turning
onto my stomach. Did I get a sunburn or what! Aunt Janet put
some cream on it , but I knew I was in for some difficulty the
next few days. I actually found myself being thankful for
having to wear girl's clothes as they were softer, cooler and
lighter. The problem was that we didn't bring any with us and I
had to remain exposed as we drove home. Aunt Janet told each of
us to get a change of clothes and that she would take us to the
amusement park to spend the rest of the day. She dropped us off
and gave Linda and I some spending money. She told us what time
she was going to pick us up. The six of us entered the park and
we must have ridden each ride at least four times. We stuffed
ourselves at the snack bars. We had fun. Linda kept her camera
ready and captured all kind of different scenes on film. =
She had pictures of Michael and I kissing, riding the roller
coaster, and driving some antique car replicas. The park has a
parade at different times during the day and they take people
off the street to be in it. They chose the six of us to ride on
a float dressed as pilgrims. They took a picture of us on the
float and gave us each a copy. The costume was heavy and hot
and with my sunburn, I felt it. I had fun doing it though. We
went on this one ride which was a ride through fun house, but
what it really was was an opportunity for Michael to get me
alone and kiss me. Without saying a word he simply put his arms
around me and drew me to him as he pressed his lips to mine. =
When we emerged from the tunnel my lipstick was completely
smudged and pointed at by the others. Karen came into the
girls' room with me and watched as I fixed my hair and makeup. =
We returned to the others and walked through the midway. =
Michael played a few of the games and won me this huge teddy
bear that I had to lug around with me the rest of the day. As
night came on, we found ourselves wandering around the park
checking out some of the entertainment they were presenting. =
One of the areas was having a lip-synch contest and somehow I
agreed to go with Linda and Karen to lip-synch to a song by the
Supremes. Not bad for two white girls and a white pretend-girl.
We didn't win, but it was fun dancing on the stage in front of
a crowd. =
At nine o'clock the park shot off fireworks and then we went
to meet Aunt Janet. She drove us home and each girl was given
the opportunity to kiss her date goodnight. I was no exception.
Michael, as he had done all day, took me in his arms and kissed
me full on the lips letting his tongue find its way into my
mouth. Back at home, Linda berated me for being so feminine and
accusing me of falling in love with Michael. I reminded her
that I was not uncomfortable getting attention, but that I was
not falling in love with him. Was I? I really wasn't sure
anymore. I thought I wanted to be a boy again, but I was
finding more and more enjoyment in being a girl. I couldn't
admit that though. It had to remain my secret. =
The next day I awoke to a hideous sight. I was a lobster. =
My skin was a bright red from the sunburn. The only spots still
white and very obvious were the parts of my body covered by the
bikini. Now I knew what mother had meant when she told my Aunt
to have me tan in the sun to produce feminine tan lines. I felt
totally humiliated knowing that I was going to have to hide my
body for the rest of the summer, because I could not show myself
on the beach as a boy with these tan lines. Everyone would
laugh at me. I pointed out this fact to Linda and Aunt Janet. =
They laughed and said it was just too bad, but that I had asked
for it. I broke into tears. "See mother isn't it just like a
girl to cry over the littlest things. I wonder if she is
getting her period, considering her mood swings?"
"You are right Linda, that just may be what is happening to
her. I think we had better place a maxi-pad in her panties for
the next few days. Do we have any in the house or should we get
some from the store? Since they are for you, Debbie, you will
go to the store and buy them along with a few other feminine
items."
I tried to object but that only brought an increase to my
burden. I was going to have to buy maxi-pads, tampons, douche
and feminine deodorant. She also insisted that I should walk to
the store wearing a tube top and hot pants with high heeled
shoes. She made sure that I was wearing makeup and that I
looked as sexy as a lobster could. It was obvious that she
wanted people to notice me. They certainly did. I saw more
heads turn as I walked down the street. I am sure they only
thought of me as a girl, but it was a bit unnerving anyway. I
passed a construction sight where I had to endure the whistles
and comments from the workers there. The store was a pharmacy
about a mile from the house. To receive proof that I actually
went where they wanted me to go I was also required to get my
Aunt's birth control pills refilled and bring back the receipt. =
The pharmacist asked me to sign for the prescription so his
records would show who received it. I started to sign David but
quickly caught myself and signed it as Debbie. The walk home
was just as humiliating as the walk there, perhaps even a bit
worse. The construction workers were on their morning break as
I walked by. Now they were at street level and their rude
remarks made me very nervous as they tried to proposition me for
sexual favors. I was glad when I was passed them. At home I
showed Aunt Janet all the required items and receipts. She gave
me her approval for completing my assigned task correctly. I
knew I had to, remembering that if I disobeyed her my mother
would let her take me back to the hairdresser and dye my hair
blonde as well as the possibility of other reprimands. I was
living in fear of further humiliation and effeminization.
Linda would not let me forget that I was not a real girl and
that I could really be at their mercy if they were to tell
people. I made a big mistake of asking what they meant about me
having a period. I was never exposed to that term before. Aunt
Janet decided that I needed to be taught about reproductive
systems in the human body. She taught me from the perspective
of me being a female and described the inner workings of the
female body which included the menstrual cycle. She then
explained how and why tampons and sanitary pads were used. She
also decided that I should get a little experience of having a
period and decided to have me use tampons as well as the
maxi-pads for the rest of the day with set times for changing
them as if they were soiled from the flow of blood. She helped
insert the tampon into my ass and I felt very strange as she
violated me with it. I thought this was the worst of all the
humiliations I had received. My asshole was made for things to
come out not go in. I could feel it inside me with every step I
took. My insides could feel the back pressure of the tampon
serving as a plug preventing any natural releases. I begged to
be excused from suffering the discomfort caused by the tampon. =
It was giving me stomach cramps of sorts. Aunt Janet said that
if I were feeling that discomfort it would give me a greater
awareness of the discomfort women feel during their periods by
adding realism. There was no getting around this punishment,
and I had to be careful when she sent me in to change the tampon
and the pad that I disposed of them properly. I thought about
not inserting another tampon, but realized that Aunt Janet had
said she was going to spot check during the day to see if I was
following the proper procedures and using the proper protection.
Linda made fun of me as I walked or sat. She was enjoying
every bit of my punishment. It was only my third day as a girl
and I was experiencing a great deal more of it than I thought
proper for my punishment, but I could not argue with them
without it being a chance for them to increase it. Linda asked
if I was going to have to go anywhere in my condition and have
to use a public rest room for changing my tampon or pad. I was
thankful that Aunt Janet had no plans for the day and therefore
probably not. "Periods as you know Linda, are private affairs
to all girls and not something we put on display even in
pretend. I think it is enough that she experiences being a true
woman without advertising it. She will have her period until
tomorrow morning. I know that is much shorter than most women
go through it, but this is just an abject lesson for her. If
necessary in the future, we can make her go through a lot more
than just some paper stuck in her ass. We could give her the
sensation of bloating by giving her an enema and using the
tampon to plug it up inside her. She will find out then what
real discomfort is. She would also suffer that treatment for a
full term period. She has been trying hard amid all the
humiliation and awkward situations we have placed her in to
behave as a proper young lady should and not incur further
punishment. We cannot increase her punishment just for our
pleasure and entertainment. There must be a reason to increase
her punishment or it is unfair and ineffective. Do you know
what I mean? For the rest of the week she will just be a girl
and no more special punishments will be given unless she earns
them or her mother decides she wants her treated some special
way."
What she meant by spending the days as a girl I found out was
for me to do housework, go to the beach with Linda and her
friends, go shopping at the mall for clothes, watch soap operas,
and talk to Michael every day on the phone. Aunt Janet when she
found out that Michael was taking me to the movies on Friday and
that he had asked me to go as his date to his cousin's wedding
on Saturday. I had not agreed to go with him, but my aunt made
the decision for me and insisted on taking me shopping to get me
a dress to wear to the wedding as well as all the accessories to
go with it. She listened to me tell him on the phone that I
would go with him. When I finished telling him and hung up the
phone, she immediately got on the phone and told my mother about
it. She had me tell her actually and about all the other things
I had gone through all week. She delighted in hearing about my
period, and my sunburn. She also reminded me that she would be
coming there to pick me up on Sunday and that she expected to
continue to hear only good things about me as a girl. She said
that she has been considering one more special punishment as a
grand finale, but she was not going to reveal it until the
Sunday discussion time. You talk about something keeping you on
edge. I was a nervous wreck with every spare moment trying to
figure out what she had in mind for me. Aunt Janet and Linda
were also trying to guess what it would be and they taunted me
with different ideas that popped into their heads. The thoughts
that came out was that Mother was going to go ahead and make me
a blonde. She was going to take me on vacation as a girl. Aunt
Janet thought that she might make me work at her friend's
restaurant as a waitress. Linda said she hoped that she would
make me join the girl scouts. We thought of many different
ideas and I didn't like any of them. There were still four days
to go through before Sunday came around. Could I wait it out or
not? I'll write again as the week continues.
Sincerely,
Deborah Ann Jackson
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