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Subject: repost: Adventures of Debbie part 4
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Date: Wed, 23 Apr 1997 13:52:50 -0400
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THE SHOPPING SPREE
As soon as I hung up the phone from my conversation with
mother describing the coming events and the date with Michael to
go to a wedding with him, Aunt Janet handed me my purse and
escorted Linda and I to the local shopping mall. I was told in
the car that I was going to be their model for the afternoon. =
They weren't kidding. We went in every dress shop, shoe store,
lingerie shop, and department store in the place. I was trying
on everything in site. Aunt Janet told them I was going to be
attending a wedding and that I needed an appropriate dress for
the occasion. Each of the salesgirls then went to work taking
my measurements and finding dresses that would fit me. I was
very nervous when I entered my first ladies' dressing room. It
was one room and several women were trying on new outfits just
as I was. I was quite embarrassed as I saw each of them in
various states of undress. It was all I could do to keep myself
composed and not get caught at my deception. I was thankful for
two things at the moment. I was thankful that I did not have to
try on any underwear and I was even more thankful that my Aunt
had used her tuck and tape job on my penis to keep it
controlled. It would have made itself known for sure otherwise.
To add to my distress, my aunt and cousin sent in about ten
different dresses for me to try on and model for them. They
refused to give me any help with them until I came out of the
dressing room and then if they needed to be zipped up they would
do it followed by having me walk around twirling and modeling.
This is the scene that followed me in each store. The only
exception, thankfully, was the lingerie shop. They had
individual dressing rooms. Aunt Janet made several purchases
before calling it a day. I was thoroughly exhausted when we
returned to the car. I asked why they had bought so many things
as I knew that Linda had a fairly large wardrobe at home. =
"Well, Debbie, you can't keep borrowing clothes from Linda all
the time. I thought you should have a wardrobe of your own,
instead. I'm sure your mother will approve and make sure you
have plenty of closet space available to put everything when you
get home. You told us that you were enjoying yourself as a
girl, and I thought that you may like the opportunity to dress
up some more at home this summer. I am also trying to outguess
your mother when she makes her surprise punishment known on
Sunday. I think she is going to do something to keep you as a
girl longer than just this week, and you will need clothes for
that. It is cute to see you blush like that each time we
mention the surprise punishment. I wonder what my sister is
going to come up with?"
As I put the new clothes away in the closet of their guest
room, they informed me that there would be more shopping to do
the next day. "You'll find out soon enough that girls love to
shop whenever they get a chance. Tomorrow, we'll be going to
another mall and we'll be looking to get you some sleep wear and
a formal gown for a dinner party I am throwing for Linda next
week. It will be held at the country club banquet hall and have
a live orchestra. She is inviting all her girlfriends and some
of the boys. You'll come as a girl, of course. It will be a
very formal affair. The boys will all wear tuxedos and the
girls will wear full length gowns. in the old days this type of
dance would be called a Debutante's Ball. It would be held for
sixteen year old girls of prominence. I thought it would be
nice for Linda to experience the nostalgia and beauty of such an
occasion. I was not able to arrange the use of the hall for her
birthday, but took the first opening they had. You are going to
love it as well. I'm sure Michael would be glad to be your
escort for the evening. You will have to ask him when he calls
you tonight."
Her words made for an uncomfortable night's sleep. I kept
running the scenario through my mind as well as still trying to
guess what mother had in mind as a surprise punishment. I tried
to picture myself in a formal gown and heels. It seemed to me
that I wanted to go to her party and wear an evening gown. what
really preoccupied my mind was mother and what she may do to me.
I did as I had done for the past few nights and pictured myself
as a blonde, or as a waitress, or as a receptionist. I even
considered having to go to a photographer and having a portrait
done of me as a girl. I thought that maybe she would take me to
California on the vacation we had talked about. I also thought
of something she had suggested when this punishment began. She
had mentioned exposing me to the boy across the street that had
his sister give him bikini tan lines. I thought perhaps she was
arranging something involving them. Perhaps I would have to go
on a date with the boy, or just be exposed to him and his sister
and get laughed at the way he did. There were so many
possibilities, I kept guessing and remained in a panic until she
would reveal it. All I had to get through for now was another
day of shopping, a second date with Michael, a wedding, and then
Mother's day of reckoning.
"Well, how is my new niece doing this fine day? Are you
ready to go shopping for your first formal gown, Debbie? Today
will be even more fun than yesterday. I know you are going to
love the fashions we are going to see and you will get to try
them on and see how you look in them. Linda is looking forward
to seeing you in a gown and walking around like a model again. =
I think since you are so pretty as a girl, we'll surprise your
mother with a professional portrait of her daughter. You could
even wear your new formal for that."
I had feared that option as a possibility of what mother may
do to me, but here it was my aunt making the suggestion. My
fear was that the portrait would remain on display on our
picture wall forever and be seen by anyone visiting the house. =
I could picture years from now, everyone still telling me what a
pretty young girl I was. I felt devastated by her decision, but
I could not chance a refusal or even a verbal protest for fear
of further repercussions. I just kept my mouth shut and went
along with them. It was a day like the day before. We went in
every store and department that was oriented to serving the
female. The formal gown they selected was a white floor length
gown with a lace bodice, low cut neckline, backless, and satin
skirt. We found some white high heeled pumps to go with it
along with diamond jewelry for accessories. I wore the gown to
the photographer's studio. He took about seven or eight
different poses and told my aunt that the proofs would be ready
by the day of the ball. I changed back into the clothes I had
started out in and we continued our shopping spree. We went
into a Fredericks of Hollywood where I ended up in all kinds of
sexy feminine underwear and bought three nightgowns. My aunt
really went wild seeing me in this short red baby doll ensemble
and insisted that I get it and wear it for my husband or
boyfriend some day. She and Linda had a good laugh at my
expense.
I was certainly glad to return to the house and get away from
being the center of attention and on public display. I was
assigned a share of the daily chores and was preparing the
evening meal when Michael phoned for me. Aunt Janet listened as
I told him about the formal ball she had planned and asked him
to be my escort for the evening. He said yes without a moment
of hesitation. I knew there would be no escape from going now. =
As we were talking he described what we were going to do on our
upcoming date to get my approval. He was going to take me to
dinner at a local Chinese restaurant, then to a movie and
finally the ice cream parlor, with a walk through the park on
the way home. I could think of no objections and told him that
I thought it sounded like he had a nice evening planned for us. =
When I hung up the phone my Aunt started teasing me a bit.
"Well, Debbie, I see the two of you are getting pretty
serious. he likes you a lot. If I didn't know better, I would
think the two of you are going steady. Are you falling in love
with him? Linda, what do you think, is Michael getting serious
about Debbie? They do look good together don't you think? =
Should we worry about them walking through the park so late?"
"Mother, the only thing you have to worry about them being in
the park so late about is whether or not they are having sex. =
There is a spot down by the lake that all the couples go to make
out. Some of the older couples go there to skinny dip and they
have oral sex or some even do fuck down there. Some of the
younger couples go there just to watch and learn, and a few even
try to copy what they see. Oops! I guess you can tell I've been
there, can't you? I never did anything. I only watched with
Karen a couple of times. It was just a bit of curiosity. I am
not going to let any boy get that far with me, at least, not for
a few more years and not without you knowing about it."
"So you have been there watching people. I guess I should
punish you for not telling me about it, but you did what it is
natural to do in satisfying your curiosity. I do have to give
you a mother to daughter lecture on the need to keep your
virginity for the right guy to come along. You have a lot of
years to go in life. The boy is not the one that has to deal
with pregnancy or a bad reputation. In fact, his reputation
becomes better if he has sex with a girl. I think it is really
deranged in our society that we have such a double standard to
live by. Women have sexual urges just like men, but if they
pursue them openly, they become whores and dirty. Boys call
them easy and go to them for sex. A man on the other hand is
praised for exploiting his urges and awarded a "conquest" and
has no legal or moral obligation to the woman. If she happens
to get pregnant then he is expected to do the "right thing" and
marry her. Is his reputation ever on the line in the way people
think of him? Is his body ever going to show the proof of his
actions? Debbie, you need to be paying attention to this as
well. do not let Michael have his way with you or any other boy
for that matter. Once they get something from you they will
expect it always and then want more. You girls need to protect
yourselves and guard your reputations. I am not going to hide
from you the fact that sex can be wonderful. You have to be
with the right man however for it to be that way. I will admit
that I had sex with a few guys before marriage, but sex with my
husband was far greater than sex with anyone else. It is
because of the love involved with it. You have a greater desire
with that love and a much greater satisfaction. I know you will
probably think you are in love with some of the guys you go out
with, but there is a difference. You won't know what the
difference is until you meet that right man that is meant just
for you. In the meantime, we will have to take steps to help
you keep from becoming pregnant. I am going to talk to our
gynecologist about getting prescriptions for you for birth
control pills. This way if you do give into your urges, which
you will have as they are part of the nature of humans and exist
in both the male and the female, you will be protected from
getting pregnant."
She immediately went to the phone and called her doctor. I
was shocked when she not only asked for a prescription for
Linda, but for me. The doctor wanted to examine us before
issuing the prescriptions. She agreed to see us that day as
soon as my aunt could get us there. We were told to get our
purses and get into the car as soon as she hung up the phone. I
was fearful as the doctor had me undress and sit on the table
with my feet in the stirrups. She gave me a full exam and
talked to me as if I were another girl. She was aware of my
penis and ignored it in our conversation except to mention that
I could become a girl for real with some surgery. She was
willing to recommend a surgeon for me. I found some things I
liked about being a girl, but I did not want to be one for the
rest of my life. Nevertheless, she issued a prescription for
birth control pills and also for some female hormones. As a
further humiliation she gave me an enema to clean out my ass. =
She called it a douching. She filled me up with two quarts of
solution and then inserted a fresh tampon to act as a butt plug
and hold the fluid inside me. The cramps were unbearable and I
whined all the way home. I thought the demonstration and
discomfort they had given me the day before was the worst they
could do to me. This was far worse. We had to stop at the
pharmacy and pick up our prescriptions before returning home and
getting to the bathroom.
It was quite a relief to get the liquid out of my body and
relieve the pressure from my stomach. Aunt Janet insisted that
we begin our treatments for birth control and hormones. I
wanted to fight it but knew the punishment would only get worse.
The pills had no taste, but I was convinced that I was going to
grow breasts over night and be as large as the false breasts had
made me. I didn't want real breasts, at least I didn't want to
admit it. I was curious, but the false breasts gave me an idea
of what it would be like. It certainly was different having
them and an interesting sensation, but did I want them for real
or permanently? I cried myself to sleep that night just
thinking about the effects of putting female hormones into my
body and being turned into a girl for real. Everything seemed
more suspicious, and my body seemed more sensitive. I could not
understand the changes coming over me and I imagined them far
worse than they really were. Was I making them all up? I
certainly had to admit that some of what I was feeling was
caused by my imagination and fears. Would I leave myself an
escape?
Aunt Janet and Linda played upon my fears, before I retired
for the night. I was told that I could not get off the pills
for three months without causing severe problems for my body and
impairing my masculine traits. They had me convinced that I had
to remain a girl for the entire summer vacation. Furthermore, I
was sure that I would have large breasts for the rest of my
life. "Debbie, you are such a silly girl. You sure you weren't
born a blonde? You act like a blonde bimbo a lot. Why do you
act so dumb? Breasts don't grow overnight. They will take a
few months to grow if they grow at all. However the hormones
will affect other things much faster. You will not grow hair on
your body the way that men do. You will not get erections the
way real men do. Your muscles will not develop as a man's, but
remain soft like a woman's. Your hips will widen like a girl's
and your butt will have a woman's contour. Your hair will grow
longer and softer. People will probably call you Miss even when
you are dressed as a boy. I almost forgot to mention how these
pills will affect your emotions. Remember how you used to laugh
at Linda when she would cry for no reason at all. That is part
of being female and having female hormones in your system. You
become sensitive to every little thing. You burst into tears at
the drop of a hat. It is going to happen to you now as well. =
We'll be laughing at you for acting like a silly old girl."
They got me going so badly that I began crying on the spot
and couldn't stop. I felt that the effect of the pills had
begun already and I was doomed to be a girl from then on. I
wondered if I could ever go back to being a boy. I wondered if
I really wanted to. What was mother going to say when she found
out they were turning me into a girl permanently? How could I
even face her? Aunt Janet gave mother a call and told her about
the doctor's visit and the prescriptions. She also told her how
they were teasing me about making me a girl permanently and how
these pills were going to change my body. She also told her
about the formal dance coming up in the next week and how I had
asked Michael to be my date and had bought a formal gown to
wear. She then asked mother what her surprise was going to be
on Sunday. Mother must have told her, because she went
hysterical with laughter. She asked if she and Linda would be
allowed to participate. "Don't worry, Marion, I won't tell her
about it. It is your secret. But I can't wait until Sunday to
see her reaction to it. Would you like to talk to your daughter
before I say good-bye?"
"Hello, Debbie. How are you doing? Are you behaving for
Aunt Janet? I hear she has taken you to a doctor and got you
some prescriptions. I'm glad she did that. I was worried about
you going out on dates and not having any protection. I trust
you, but boys cannot be trusted even when they seem nice at
first. They can't help themselves. There urges are too strong
for their own good. I also like the thought of you taking
hormones and having your body conform more to that of the
female. I'm not going to talk long, so I'll just say that I'm
glad you are having such a good time as a girl and ask that you
continue to be a good girl for your Aunt Janet. I'll see you
Sunday. Good-bye, Debbie."
Aunt Janet whispered to Linda what mother was going to do to
me on Sunday, and she burst out laughing. I asked what was so
funny, but was told that I would have to wait two more days
until my mother came. They calmed down and then we talked for a
while about fashion and hairdos. They said I needed to
participate in some girl talk now that I was one of the girls. =
I was glad when bedtime finally rolled around. As I said I
cried myself to sleep that night. The next day I had to do my
chores and lay out in the sun again with Linda in my bikini. I
also had to prepare for my date that evening with Michael.
Sincerely,
Deborah Ann Jackson
=1A