Diabolical

Johnny's Punishment

Chapter 1
Johnny's Comeuppence

I was living life in the fast lane to whatever extent a pre-teen adolescent could. My escapades had even gotten me on the cover of Time magazine with the headline 'Hollywood Brat'. I lived in a big house in the hills overlooking Los Angeles. The tabloids called it 'Archer Manor'. And now I eagerly awaited my first lesson from my new tutor. SinceI was a famous movie star I couldn't go to school with other kids, so I had to have a tutor. But my parents let me choose my own tutor. And choose her I did. She was a gorgeous brunette; her face had soft features and her hair was parted in the middle and hung loosely over her shoulders. She was only 23 years old, fresh out of college and she had no references or teaching experience. But I didn't care. I told my parents I didn't even want to seeany of the other candidates for the job. I had hired Cindy Jones on the spot. I had taken one look at her, uh, sweater and her tight skirt and decided she was the most qualified candidate for the position. The most well endowed, too!

It was 10 AM on Monday, and she was finally here. Half an hour into the math lesson, I could no longer bear the suspense.

"Are they real?", I asked.

"Are what real, Johnny?"

"Uh, your breasts. Is that all you in there?"

Cindy was more surprised than angry. I was sure she had heard the stories about me and the rumors that I had a healthy libido, but after all, I was only 12 years old, so I guess she figured she could handle me.

"Yes, it's all me, and if you make one more remark like that, I'm going to tell your mother."

"Well, if you do that, you can start looking for another job. I hired you, and I can fire you, too. And besides, my parents would never believe you."

"All right, let's drop it, and get back to work."

"What's the matter, Cindy? Do you think I'm not good enough for you? I'm a big star."

"Johnny, you may be a big star, but you're a little boy. A very rudeone,too."

I was really pissed off now. Where does she get off talking down to me?

"I'm not a virgin, you know. You can ask around Hollywood. I've been to bed with lots of girls. And women, too. Models, actresses and movie stars.

And they're all a lot prettier than you! I thought I was doing you a favor."Cindy just looked at me for a few moments.

"All right.", she said slowly. "Maybe you can do that favor for me. But first do all of your schoolwork this week and we can get together Friday night."

My heart leapt, but than sank. "That's Halloween. I'm supposed to be at a party at 9 o'clock Friday night."

"We can go out earlier, say 6 o'clock. Then you'll still have time to party with your actress friends later, right?"

"OK, it's a deal!". I could hardly wait for Friday night. As it turned out, neither could Cindy.

Chapter 2
Cindy's Place

The doorbell rang at 6 o'clock, and I raced past Mrs. Duggan to answer it. "Go away!", I yelled at the maid. "It's for me!"

As I grumbled "Stupid maid!" she shrugged her shoulders and retreated. I opened the door to find Cindy dressed in another of her form-fitting outfits, red blouse, black leather skirt and 3-inch [7½ cm] heels. My mouth dropped open as I stared at her.

"You were expecting me, weren't you?" As I continued to gape at her, Cindy asked "It is 6 o'clock, isn't it? Aren't your actress and model friends always on time?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, let's go. We've got plenty of time before the Halloween party, and anyway my parents won't be waiting up for me."

"Good! I parked my car out front. It's only a twenty minute drive to my place."

"We're going to your place?"

"Sure, at least for starters 3;"

Twenty minutes later, Cindy escorted me into a three-bedroom house in a secluded wooded area.

"Do you live here all by yourself?"

"Only me." she said while accompanying me upstairs into a large, windowless bedroom. She closed the door, and sat down on the bed.

"Come on, Johnny, let's get undressed."

My eyes lit up. "You don't waste time, do you?", I asked as I pulled my sweater over his head. Bad mistake. I started unbuttoning my shirt, and with my sweater over my head, I didn't see her get up from the bed.

I was undoing the buttons when Cindy threw a short punch which landed on my solar plexus. I pitched over, landing on my face, gasping for air. Cindy quickly tore the shirt off me and twisted my arms behind me. As I regained his breath, she bound my wrists together with a short length of nylon rope. Cindy grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and pulled me up to a kneeling position.

"What 3;what are you doing?", I gasped.

She smiled sweetly. "Johnny, I think you need to learn some manners."

"You better let me go right now - oww."

I winced as Cindy twisted my hair.

"Now look, sweetie. You are going to behave yourself and do what I tell you. Do you understand me?"

"You're in big trouble, now. I'm an important person, and when I get out of this, I'm going to ruin you!"

Cindy jerked my head back, and slapped me hard across my face.

"So you're going to ruin me?" She backhanded me across the other cheek, then watched both of them turn red. My cheeks burned and my eyes watered. I twisted and turned, but I was on my knees, my wrists were tied, and Cindy had a firm grip on my hair.

"Tell you what, Johnny. While you're deciding how to ruin me, I'll help you out of the rest of your outfit." She undid my belt.

"No, stop!", I shouted.

"Be quiet, little boy." she said, while squeezing my burning cheeks until my mouth was misshapen. "I don't want to hear one more word out of you."

I sat helplessly, afraid even to speak as Cindy removed first my shoes, and then my socks. I tried to pull away as she unzipped the fly on my pants.

"Let's not be modest, sweetie. I'm sure you've showed this to lots of girls better looking than me, right?"

"I didn't mean that." I whined as she pulled me to my feet, and my pants dropped to my ankles. Next, she pulled down my shorts, exposing me completely.

"Did I say you could speak?', she asked while slapping me across the face. With my pants around my ankles I lost my balance, and fell hard on my back. My head hit the hardwood floor, and all I could see were stars. She tore away my pants and underwear, leaving me completely naked on the floor.

As Cindy walked away to pick up a duffel bag, I was in a haze. Stunned from my head hitting the floor, I was now overcome by my predicament. Tears trickled down my cheeks, and finally I started sobbing.

Chapter 3
All Tied Up And Nowhere To Go

"There, there, sweetie." she cooed. "Let me wipe away those tears."

She brought a cloth up to my face, but as I looked up at her, Cindy stuffed the cloth in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she shoved all of it in.

She followed it with a one-inch [2½ cm] ball gag, which she buckled in place behind my head. Then she held me in her arms, looking down at me, and admiring her handiwork.

"I hope you were wearing clean underwear, little baby. You're chewing on it!"

She watched for the expression of revulsion on my face, and then laughed with glee.

My cheeks still burned and now they were puffed out from the gag in my mouth. The gag was stretching my mouth and the straps were cutting into my tender cheeks. The taste of my underwear was not bothering me as much as trying to keep the wad of it from choking me. I was trying to move it around with my tongue when she grabbed a handful of hair, lifted me to my feet as I screamed into the gag, and threw me face down on the bed. I tried to roll over on my back, but she forced me down flat on my stomach and planted her knee in my back. Turning my head to face her, she waved a butt plug in my face.

"Do you know what this is?"

My blank stare was an answer in itself.

"Well, let me get you better acquainted with it."

She started lubricating my unprotected anus. I struggled at the touch of my rear end, but she held me down and stuck her finger deep within me. Then she withdrew it and began inserting the five-inch [12½ cm] plug.

Again, I screamed into the gag, but only a muffled squeal came out.

"Oh, stop being such a baby. This is only a little plug to get you used to the feeling. If you don't behave yourself, I'll get you a bigger one."

I kept squirming until the plug finally disappeared from view.

"There, now that wasn't so bad.", she said while climbing off me. She turned me to face her, only to find tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Johnny, for a big important star, you sure cry a lot."

I ignored her. I was too busy trying to spread my legs or stretch them to get used to having the plug inside me.

"I know just what you need." she said, wrapping a nylon rope around my ankles and tying it off. Then another rope around my legs just above the knees further immobilized me. Next, she tied another length of rope from my ankles to my wrists, drawing my feet back to a tight hogtie.

"Now you don't have to worry about trying to move around and get comfortable."

I groaned, as the ropes were biting into my ankles, thighs, and most of all my wrists.

Cindy smiled and said, "You know I'm being awfully selfish keeping you all to myself. I told some of my friends that I'm tutoring you, and they're dying to meet you. I'm sure you won't mind if I invited them over."

I shook my head as hard as he could.

"Some of my them didn't believe me when I said I knew you, so now I can prove it. They'll be so excited. They're fans of yours and now they'll get the chance to see you in the flesh!"

Cindy picked up the phone and started dialing. I only heard bits and pieces of the conversation.

" 3;got him right here, all gift wrapped."

" 3;no, I don't think he's in a hurry to go anywhere."

" 3;make sure you bring the stuff we talked about."

After a couple of phone calls, Cindy pulled me upright and made me kneel on the bed before her.

"We're going to have a party, and guess who's the guest of honor?" She smiled.

Ignoring my pleading eyes, she continued on. "Another girl is coming over, and also my boyfriend, Brian."

My eyes showed alarm.

"Oh, didn't you know I have a boyfriend? You still think you're God's gift to girls, don't you? Well, sweetie, he's the jealous type, so you may have to fight him for me. Since you already got beat up by a girl tonight, I don't think you'll do too well against Brian. Come to think of it, with those ropes all over you, I don't think you can fight much anyway."

I tried to speak through the gag to no avail. She was grinning from ear to ear as she tousled my hair and threw me back down on my stomach in the hogtie position.

"I have to set up some video equipment in the next bedroom, so I'll be gone for awhile. I can trust you not to run off, can't I?", she asked.

I tried to mumble something through the gag. Video equipment?

"That's OK, just rest for awhile. You've got the leading role in the movie we're going to make tonight. But don't worry about having to learn your lines. It's not a speaking part."

She patted me on the head, giggled and left the room, leaving me bound and gagged on the bed. I tried each of the ropes and found all of them to hold firm. Worse yet, straining against them was hurting me even more, and the humiliation of the butt plug was driving me mad. Alone for the first time since my capture, I broke down and began crying uncontrollably.

Chapter 4
It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To

"I'll get it, sweetie." Cindy called to me. "Don't bother to get up." She laughed and ran down the stairs. I tried to listen to the conversation downstairs, but I could barely make out both male and female voices and laughter. The voices grew closer and louder, and I heard Cindy enter the room. I couldn't even turn to see the doorway.

"Here he is, gang. A real live movie star!"

Again I tried to turn my head in the direction of Cindy's voice when she helped me by grabbing my hair and dragging me upright. I squealed at her until she let me go, then turned to see a young man and a young woman facing me.

"What do you think, Vanessa? Isn't he precious?"

The blonde woman sat on the bed next to me and examined the ropes, looking over my arms and legs.

"He sure is." she said, "But you've tied him up too tight. We'll have to untie him or the ropes will leave scars."

I nodded my head vigorously.

"Aww, do we have to?" Cindy asked, stroking my hair. "He looks so cute like that. Besides, he's been a very bad boy."

"How did you get him to come up here?" Vanessa asked. "Wasn't he suspicious coming here by himself?"

"No, he just walked right into my trap." Cindy shrugged. "What can I say? God made him pretty instead of smart."

Vanessa laughed. "Brian, bring me those two gym bags." She took my chin and lifted it to look me straight in the eye."

"I'm Vanessa, a friend of your teacher. I'm going to take your gag off, but if you scream it will go right back in. And there's no one around to hear you. Do you understand me?"

I looked up at her. She was Cindy's age and just as pretty, but I hoped she wasn't as mean. I nodded my head.

Vanessa unbuckled the gag and pried it out of my mouth, then slowly extracted the rolled up underwear that had been stretching my mouth.

I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times to get the feeling back in it.

"Please untie me!" I whined. "My hands hurt. The ropes are hurting me so much. I promise I won't try to get away if you just untie me!"

"Settle down, sweetie." she said, taking a pair of ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs from the gym bags Brian had dropped at the foot of the bed.

"These cuffs are made of leather, and they won't hurt. But if you try anything, I'll tie you up a lot tighter than Cindy did. I know a lot more about tying people up than Cindy does. I can make it a lot better for you, or a lot worse. Which do you want?"

"Please untie me. I won't try anthing, I promise." I pleaded.

Vanessa loosened the ropes around my wrists and started massaging them.

"Thank you." I said. "Can I have something to drink? My mouth is so dry."

Brian grinned and spoke for the first time. "Sorry, kid. This hotel doesn't have room service. But don't worry, you'll get plenty to drink soon enough."

Both girls turned to him and grinned, and I wondered what he meant.

"Now, little one, put your hands behind your back again." Vanessa ordered.

I reluctantly complied and Vanessa quickly attached the leather cuffs and padlocked the D-rings together.

"There." she said, patting me on the head. "Is that nice and comfy?"

I strained against the cuffs, but didn't say anything, so Vanessa grabbed my hair and jerked my head back.

"Where are your manners, Johnny? I'm still waiting for an answer."

"YES! It's nice and comfy!"

"Then ask me to put these cuffs on your ankles, unless you'd like to keep wearing those ropes."

"Please put the ankle cuffs on me." I begged.

"What a wimp!" Brian laughed.

"Now, now, Brian." Vanessa said, "He's just a little sissy and he's not used to being tied up. But I'm sure he'll learn to like it."

I shuddered, and was only somewhat relieved as Vanessa untied my legs and ankles, rubbed the stiffness from them, and then locked the ankle cuffs on me.

"Now open your mouth." she commanded, showing me a 6-inch [15 cm] penis gag.

"What is that??" My eyes went wide with fright.

"Open your mouth NOW. I won't ask you again." She placed the tip of the penis against my teeth.

I turned my head away. "You can't put that in my mouth." I tried to squirm away, but Vanessa grabbed my balls and began squeezing. It was a new experience for me, and one I did not like. As the pain grew, I shut my eyes and clenched my teeth, but she squeezed even harder. Finally I opened my mouth and screamed.

"I'll be quiet! I'll be good! I won't say anything -"

"I know." Vanessa said, shoving the penis gag deeply in my mouth. I fell over on my back, but Vanessa forced the gag all the way in, then strapped it in place. This was the worst of all, tied up and naked in front of strangers, and now with a rubber dick in my mouth. I felt the flush of blood rushing to my head.

Cindy had enjoyed the spectacle of seeing my further humiliated, but she could no longer keep quiet.

"Your face is awfully red, Johnny. Are you embarrassed? This is only the beginning." Now she whispered, placing her face against mine. "You came here to have sex, and you're going to have sex tonight."

She hesistated for a moment, then went on, "But not with me!!"

She burst into laughter and both Brian and Vanessa joined her.

"Your turn, Brian." she said. "Vanessa, help me set up the rest of the video equipment in the next room."

As the girls left, Brian pulled me to my feet. Standing on the bed I was just above Brian's eye level.

"So you're the stud who tried to steal my girlfriend."

Chapter 5
Male Bonding

"Did you think you could satisfy Cindy with this little pea-shooter of yours?", he asked while grabbing my penis.

I looked down in horror as Brian started pulling on my dick. I shook my head and tried to speak through the gag, but only slurred sounds came out.

Brian let go, and pushed me backwards, with me losing my balance and landing on my back.

"I wonder if I could pick you up by it.", he said, starting to lift me off the bed by my cock. I screamed into the gag, and tried to support my weight with my bound hands and feet.

Brian noticed my efforts and let him down. "I don't need your help, faggot. I just can't get enough leverage this way."

Brian thought for a moment, then said "I know what to do."

I watched as Brian returned with a leash attached to a collar, which he looped around my cock and balls at the base of my dick. I could do nothing but make little scream sounds into my gag as Brian tightened the collar. He then tied a long cord to the end of the leash. The free end of the cord was several feet long, and Brian tossed it in the air and over a beam support in the ceiling. The free end now dangled in front of Brian. He pulled it taut, making me balance on my wrists again with my dick straight up in the air.

"I'll bet you'd like me to cut you some slack, so to speak."

"How much do you weigh, faggot? A hundred pounds? This cord is probably strong enough to lift you, but there's only one way to find out."

Brian bore down and began lifting me, and I screamed into the gag for all I was worth. Vanessa poked her head in the doorway to see what all of the commotion was about.

"Brian, put him down! You might hurt him before we have our fun with him."

Brian grunted and let the cord go. I collapsed onto the bed, shaken and near tears. Vanessa took a look at my cock and saw that I wasn't hurt.

"OK, we're ready in there." she said. "Bring the little sissy in."

"All right!", Brian said with a leer toward me. "This is what we've been waiting for, faggot! Now, roll off the bed onto the floor."

Bound as I was, I couldn't roll off my back, and wasn't sure I wanted to, anyway. After a few seconds, Brian picked up the leash and dragged me off the bed by my cock. He grabbed my hair, pulled me to my feet, yanked the leash between my legs, and pointed me at the doorway.

"Now hop in there faggot, or I'll drag you in by your little dick!"

Tired as I was, I hopped along, the butt plug shoving me forward with each hop as Brian marched me into the next room.

Chapter 6
Show Time

"It's show time, Johnny." Cindy said, untying the penis gag. "I know that this isn't much compared to the production values you're used to in Hollywood. But this is a low-budget movie, and it's the best we could do on such short notice. Remember, there are no small parts, only small actors."

"With small dicks." Brian added.

Cindy and Vanessa giggled. "I don't think you'll get any Oscar nominations for this movie, but I'm sure it will be entertaining. At least for us, anyway." Cindy continued, at last freeing the penis gag from my mouth. She shoved me to a kneeling position in front of Brian, who sat on a folding chair.

"Please don't make me do this. I'll do anything else, but not this!"

Cindy ignored me, brushing my long blond hair and smoothing out my bangs.

"Come on, sweetie, the show must go on. And your hair is lovely, don't you think?"

"For a faggot." Brian said.

"Stop calling me that!" I yelled at him. "I'm not a faggot."

"Then why are you on your knees about to suck my dick, little faggot?"

I recoiled as Brian lowered his pants and underwear to his ankles.

"Come on, faggot. I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

Cindy knelt on the floor next to me. She took my face in her hands and pulled me close to her.

"Johnny, you're not getting out of this." she said with a smug look on her face.

I looked at her and shivered. I knew she was right, and I was about to cry again.

"Brian, if he gives you any trouble, squeeze his balls." Vanessa said. "That seems to work real well with him."

Vanessa turned on the camcorder on the tripod, then circled around to videotape me from the other side. Cindy stood behind Brian with the camera.

"OK, we're all ready." Vanessa said. "Well, maybe not the little sissy, but he doesn't have any choice, does he? Johhny, remember to face the camera when you're done so we can get a close up of you with cum dripping down your face. I'd like to do this in one take, but if you mess up, we can do it over and over until you get it right. I'm sure Brian won't mind."

Brian smiled and dragged my face toward his lap as Cindy snapped away with her camera and the two camcorders rolled. I stared helplessly at the one-eyed monster about to violate me.

"No, please!" I begged. "I'll give you lots of money. I'm rich. I have millions -"

Brian squeezed my balls, cutting me off in mid-sentence. I leaned forward and obediently took Brian's semi-rigid cock in my mouth. Brian's cock grew almost instantly under my attention. I nearly gagged as the cock moved in and out of my mouth, slamming against the back of my throat. Finally, Brian unleashed a spurt of cum down into my mouth. I swallowed most of it, but some spilled out the corners of my mouth and down my cheeks. Dutifully, I turned my head to face the camcorder. The girls continued taping and snapping pictures as Brian made me pose for the cameras. Completely humiliated, tears rolling down my cheeks, I leaned away, but Brian pulled me back.

"You're not done yet, faggot. Now lick my dick clean."

I had already been stripped of all of my pride, and offered no protest, licking the sticky cum off the tip of Brian's penis.

"Now kiss it, so it knows you like it."

Once again, I did as I was told, kissing the ugly swollen organ. Finally, I heard the girls turn off the camcorders.

"Thanks, cocksucker." Brian said, tousling my hair.

Cindy wrapped her arms around me and hugged me as I knelt on the floor with Brian's cum smeared on my face, my chin down.

"See, sweetie, that wasn't so bad, was it? That must have been the easiest movie you ever made." She lifted my chin to look me in the eyes. "You didn't even have to act!"

Chapter 7
Johnny's New Outfit

"Let's see what the girls have planned for you next, kid." he said.

I barely looked up. At least Brian hadn't called me faggot again, or dragged me in here by my balls. I figured Brian must be in a good mood because of the blow job.

"Look, they've laid out your new outfit on the bed. I hope red is your color."

I craned my neck to look, and couldn't believe what I saw. There was a bright red satin dress, all trimmed in lace, and matching leggings. A pair of patent leather shoes rested on the floor next to the bed.

"Oh, no." I groaned. They were the prettiest, most feminine clothes I had ever seen. But I knew if they wanted me to wear that dress, I would end up wearing it.

"Brian, bring him in here." one of the girls called from the bathroom.

"We've got to clean him up before he gets dressed."

"Yeah, she's right." Brian agreed, looking at the cum smeared on my face.

"How does that stuff taste, anyway? I'm not a cocksucker like you, so I've never tried it."

I made a face, with the salty aftertaste still in my mouth.

"Well, maybe sucking cocks is an acquired taste, and you'll get used to it."

Brian noticed I winced at the suggestion, and carried me into the bathroom, handing me over to Cindy. She cleaned my face with a damp washcloth.

"That's much better." she said. "Now we can get you all dressed up.

After all it's Halloween, and we've got the perfect costume for you. I'll bet you wouldn't have had this much fun at that other party you were planning to go to tonight."

I cringed. It wasn't fair. I was supposed to be out having fun with my friends at a Halloween party. Instead I had been beaten, stripped, tied up, and forced to suck a man's cock, all while being videotaped. And now they were going to dress me up like a girl.

"First, let's put on your training bra. It's got some padding so you'll look a little more like a girl." While Cindy got the bra wrapped around me, Vanessa pulled a white corset from the her gym bag. "This will complete your figure." she said, drawing the corset firmly around me. Then she began tightening it.

I gasped as the corset constricted me.

"What is this thing?" I gasped. "I can't breathe."

"Take shallow breaths, sweetie." Vanessa responded. "This will make your waist narrow. We can't have you looking like a boy in a dress."

She finally laced the corset up, and decided it had given me the proper girlish figure. Vanessa removed the ankle cuffs and the girls accompanied me back to the bed to help me into my new dress.

"One more detail." Cindy said, having me step into a pair of pink crotchless panties. After unlocking my wrist cuffs, they slipped me into the pretty red dress.

"All right." I said. "I've done what you want. Are we finished now, or do you want to take some pictures of me in this, too?"

"We aren't done yet, sweetie." Vanessa said. "Haven't you ever heard of accessories?"

Next came the bright red press-on nails, matching lipstick, clip-on earrings, and a little red purse to match the outfit.

"I think that's enough." Cindy said to me. "Girls your age shouldn't wear makeup. Now let's have a look at you in the mirror."

I stared at myself in the full length mirror. I would never have recognized myself, never had guessed the girl in the mirror was a boy.

"OK, I look like a girl. Are you happy now?"

"Have a seat, doll-face." Brian said, handing me an open bottle of Budweiser from his six-pack. "You look like you could use a drink."

While the four of us sat around drinking their beers and chatting about having me pose for pictures in my new dress, I glanced toward the doorway leading downstairs. But if I made a run for it, where would I go in this strange neighborhood? And I wouldn't dare go outside dressed up like this.

I nursed my beer, trying not to drink it. I didn't drink beer, didn't like the taste, and had no tolerence for alcohol. But at least it got the taste of Brian's sperm out of my mouth.

"Stop sucking on that beer and starting drinking it, sissy." Cindy ordered me. "If you want to suck on something, we can arrange it."

I started drinking gulps of beer, and soon finished it. But now I felt light-headed and more relaxed.

"That's much better." Cindy said, pulling me to my feet. "Now you can pose for some pictures."

"Sure, why not?" I said, my head buzzing.

The girls made me pose as seductively as I could as Brian took dozens of photos in the next half hour. Finally Cindy decided they had had enough.

"All right, precious." she said to me. "It's time to take you home. We're going to let you go."

"Do you mean it?" I asked. I was more than a little suspicious.

"If you'd rather stay the night, we can arrange that, too. You can bunk with Brian."

"No, no! I'm ready to go home."

"Then bend over, so I can take my butt plug back." Vanessa said. "You've had enough fun with it, haven't you?"

I bent over the chair, and squirmed as Vanessa pulled and twisted on the butt plug. It was hurting as much coming out as it did going in. After what seemed like an hour, it popped out.

"Come on." Cindy said. "I'll give you a ride."

"Let me change into my own clothes and -"

"Sweetie, you misunderstood me. If you want to go home, you're going to wear what you've got on right now."

"But I can't go outside dressed like this! People will see me."

"Would you rather stay here tonight? I''ll give you one last chance."

I agonized for a moment. But only for a moment. "I'll go with you."

"Then put these on." Cindy said, handing me a pair of steel handcuffs.

I just stared at them. They felt so strong and heavy.

"NOW!" Cindy shouted.

I quickly snapped them on my wrists.

Vanessa squeezed my shoulders. "Oh, you cute little girl. Those bracelets are you!"

I flushed with embarassment, then followed Cindy outside.

Chapter 8
Homeward Bound

"Well, how did you enjoy our date, cutie?"

I sat and stared at her.

"Will you call me?" she asked with a grin. "Aren't you going to tell me you had a wonderful time?"

"Can I go now?" I asked.

"Don't you want to kiss me good night?" she cooed.

I opened the car door. "I'd rather kiss Brian's dick again."

Before I could slam the door, she smiled and said "I'll remember that!"

She drove off and I headed up the hill to the front door. It was late, and all the lights were off. My keys were in the purse, so I opened the door and tiptoed inside. It looked like everyone was asleep, so I made my way upstairs to my bedroom and shut the door. At last I was safe. Now all I had to do was get out of these awful clothes.

It was a relief to get those shoes off, and I quickly shed the red dress. The corset was a real problem, though. I couldn't reach around my back to untie it. And the harder I tried to unhook and untie the damn thing, the more out of breath I got because it would hardly let me breathe. So I rested for a while, and slowly worked on it until I finally managed to unlace it. Free at last! I took a deep breath, climbed into bed, and relaxed. Exhausted as I was from this horrible night, I fell asleep.

I awoke the following morning to find both of my parents standing over me. Dad held up my patent leather shoes.

"Son, how long have you been wearing these shoes?"

Mom didn't look too happy, either.

"Where did you get these clothes? That red dress? That corset?"

"It's my Halloween costume. Some friends in Hollywood borrowed the clothes from the movie studio."

They seemed to buy my story, but it was clear that they were disappointed in my behavior. In case I had missed that point, Dad went on to elaborate.

"He must get this from your side of the family. Every time he does something like this and it ends up in the gossip columns, my clients start asking me why I can't control my own son's outrageous behavior. How am I supposed to represent myself as a partner in a law firm when he has no sense of decency?"

"I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?"

"Get dressed." he said, and they both left the room.

I just had the worst night of my life, and he's worried about his image with his clients. What's wrong with this picture?

Chapter 9
Party Animal

"I can't believe you'd come back here after what you did to me."

"Why not?" she responded. "I enjoy your company. I mean, you're so much fun to be around, especially when you're all dressed up."

"Or not dressed at all" she added with a grin.

"I don't want to ever see you again. Get out of here now!"

"Aren't you forgetting something, sweetie? If I go, I'll make all those pictures of you public. You'll have plenty to tell Oprah next week. I can see it all now: Next on Oprah, Johnny Archer will explain why he enjoys being a crossdressing, cocksucking faggot!"

"No!"

"Film at eleven?" she asked.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, exasperated.

"I want to you to be a good little boy, and do what I tell you. You still need to learn some manners, and your schoolwork could stand some improvement."

"All right." I said, glaring at her.

The week passed without further incident, and I applied myself to my studies. My parents still seemed distant to me, and I didn't want to create any more trouble for myself. On Friday, Cindy ended my lesson with a surprise.

"Johnny, you're invited to a party. Sunday at 6PM, and we'll give you a ride there."

"I'm not going to any parties with you. Do you think I'm crazy?"

"I think you'd be crazy not to go to my party. You're supposed to do what I tell you to. Do you remember why, or do I need to refresh your memory?"

"OK, you win. "But I have to ask my parents first. They might not let me stay out too late after what happened last week."

"Then go ask your mother now, but tell her you're going to the movies with friends. It will only take a few hours."

I went out to the pool to ask my mother for permission, and I returned shortly.

"Mom says I can go, but I have to be home by 10 o'clock, because the next morning is a school day."

"Good. Be out at the front gate at 6PM, and a white van will stop by to pick you up."

"But what should I wear? And what are we going to do on Sunday?"

"If I told you now, it would spoil the surprise. You can wear whatever you want. See you then!" she said, flashing me a smile.

Sunday at 6PM, a white van pulled up in front of Archer Manor, and I climbed in. I saw that Vanessa was driving, and I cringed.

"Hello again, sweetie." she said. "I almost didn't recognize you with your clothes on."

I tried to ask about their plans for the evening, but she ignored me. Finally, we drove the rest of the way to Cindy's home in silence. Cindy had the front door open for us when Vanessa escorted me inside.

"Upstairs, darling." Cindy waved at me.

"Isn't he precious?" Vanessa said, loud enough for me to hear. "Still so defiant. But he won't be for long!"

Both girls laughed as I climbed the stairs. At the top landing I heard a male voice call me, "In here, sissy!"

I peeked into the bedroom where I had been bound the week before, only to see Brian sitting at the table, drinking a beer.

"Won't you join me in a beer, Johnny?" he asked.

I sat down across from Brian. I was shaking so hard that I could barely open the can of beer Brian slid across the table to me.

"I - I haven't done anything." I stammered. "I didn't even want Cindy to be my tutor any more."

"Relax, sissy. I'm not going to do anything to you, at least as long as you behave yourself. The girls just want you to model some clothes for them.

Now drink the beer!"

I wasn't in any mood to model clothes, but I wasn't going to argue with Brian.

I started sipping, and then gulping the beer. After finishing the beer, I sat back in my chair and looked around the room, my head buzzing. Finally I turned around and saw that Vanessa and Cindy had entered the room and were behind me.

"Feel better now?" Cindy asked, cuddling me.

"Uh huh." I replied, my head lolling as Cindy wrapped her arms around me.

"Then we've got a few outfits for you to try on." she said, lifting and easing me out of my chair and onto my feet. I swayed back and forth under the influence of the beer, and offered no resistance as the two girls removed my shirt. Cindy held me up as Venessa untied and removed my shoes, and then unzipped my pants.

"You don't mind being undressed, do you Johnny? It's nothing we haven't already done before, right?" Vanessa asked.

I just shrugged. I didn't have any choice, and by this time I was feeling no pain, anyway.

Vanessa quickly stripped off my remaining clothes, and then twirled me around naked for Cindy and Brian to see.

"Now turn toward Cindy and smile." she said.

I turned to Cindy only to see a camera flash go off.

"Good, now sit on the bed and spread your legs wide for a close up."

My head was swimming, so I did as I was told, and relaxed with the cool bedspread against my bare bottom. They weren't hitting me or making me do anything disgusting like last week. It wasn't as bad as I had expected.

Next they made me pose on all fours with my butt in the air, but with my head turned back so my face was in the shot, too. Suddenly Vanessa pulled my hands behind my back and shoved me flat on his stomach. Over my mild protest, she tied my wrists loosely with a length of white rope.

"That doesn't hurt, does it, sweetie?"

I shook my head.

"Then let's tie those little ankles of yours, too." she said sweetly.

Vanessa tied my ankles as loosely as my wrists, and now I sat helplessly staring at Cindy as she snapped pictures of me. Vanessa ordered me to get off the bed and kiss her feet.

"I can't." I said, struggling with my bonds.

"You'd better find a way." Vanessa said, turning me over on my stomach and smacking my bare ass with a riding crop. The sudden pain startled me, and I struggled to turn over as Vanessa kept smacking my butt and thighs with the crop. Finally after receiving a dozen blows, I dragged myself off the bed, and fell over onto the floor at Vanessa's feet. Cindy had photographed the entire exchange, and now she took some more photos of me kissing Vanessa's black boots.

"I'll do whatever you want." I whined, looking up at Vanessa. "You don't have to hit me!"

"Spoken like the true sissy you are." she replied. "Now we've got some clothes to make you fit the part."

Chapter 10
Fashion Show

Finally, they let me wear real clothes. I changed into a white silk blouse which complemented the short black leather skirt which exposed almost all of my stocking-clad legs.

"Those shoes don't match this outfit." Vanessa said. "I've got just the thing for you."

I was delighted to take off the 3-inch [7½ cm] pumps. I relaxed in my stockinged feet for a moment, but my relief was short-lived. Vanessa showed me the longest pair of boots I had ever seen. They were made of soft black leather, and were as sexy as all the other clothes I had worn.

"You want me to put those on?"

"That's the idea." she said, easing me into a chair, and sliding the boots on my feet and up my legs. I stood up and nearly lost my balance. She laced the boots all the way up over my knees, and the heels were five inches [12½ cm] long.

"Sit for a while." Cindy said, pulling up a chair next to me. As she took my hand, I saw a bottle of nail polish on the table.

"But that stuff won't come off me." I said.

"Relax." she said, painting my nails. "There is such a thing as nail polish remover."

I watched with apprehension as one by one, my nails were painted bright red.

"My own nails are a much more subdued pink, but I think this shade of red is much more appropriate for a little girl. Especially one who looks as hot as you in that leather outfit, don't you agree?"

I wished there were a hole I could crawl into, but at least it was past 9 o'clock. In another hour I could go home. Soon my nails were done, and Cindy took my arm and lifted me to my feet. With Vanessa and Cindy holding onto each arm, I got used to walking on the high heels, swaying my hips and shoulders. When they were satisfied that I could walk without falling on my face, Brain handed me another beer. I didn't need any urging to drink this one, and finished it as quickly as I could.

"It's past 9:30." Brian announced. "I think we need to get our little princess home before she turns into a pumpkin."

"Let me get undressed." I said. "I"ll change into-"

"Now!" Brian cut me off. "The girls didn't go to all the trouble of getting you all dolled up for nothing."

"But I can't go out looking like this."

"You're coming with me right now, and I'll take you straight home. But if you give me any trouble, I"ll drop you off at a lesbian bar instead. God only knows what will happen to you then."

I was defeated, and they all knew it. But I had gone home dressed as a girl once before, and I would find a way to explain it to my parents again.

Brian drove me directly home in the white van. Every time we hit a pothole I hiccupped. My stomach was upset, and it was made even worse by my anxiety over what my parents would think when they saw me. Brian dropped me off at the front gate to my home.

"You'd better go straight inside. I'd hate to see what would happen if anyone else saw a babe like you dressed up like that." Brian laughed and drove off.

I slowly walked up the hill and nervously knocked on the front door. Along with my clothes, they had kept my keys. My mother opened the door and was dismayed to see what looked like a young prostitute at her front door.

"Mom, it's me." I whispered. "Let me in."

Mom opened the door and stared at me in disbelief.

"Get in here!" she shouted, dragging me inside by the arm. I stumbed on my high heels and fell on the floor in the foyer.

"Bob, come down here right now!" she called to Dad.

I was still on my knees when his father hurried into the foyer.

"Take a look at YOUR son." she said, her voice dripping with disgust.

"I went to a party." I said, as I struggled to my feet, and burped.

"I can smell the beer from here." my father shouted. "What are you doing dressed like that? It isn't Halloween again, is it? How long have you been dressing like a girl? Like a slut?"

My head was spinning. "I - I -" The excitement was too much for me, and my stomach betrayed me. I threw up on the plush carpet of the foyer.

"You deal with this mess now." Dad said to Mom. "We'll discuss him later."

Chapter 11
Tiffany

"Rise and shine, Tiffany. You've got a big day ahead of you."

"Tiffany?" I asked, rubbing my eyes, and focusing on my bright red nail polish.

"Yes, your new name is Tiffany. I wanted to call you Jackie, so your name could be either a boy or girl, but your father wanted you to make a clean break with your old life. Tiffany sounded to him like the name of a spoiled rich girl, so that's what we're going to call you."

"Mom, this is going too far. You can't pretend I'm a girl. I can't dress like this."

"No, you certainly can't dress like that, dear. You're going to dress like a girl your own age, not like a hooker. That's why we're going shopping today to buy you a new wardrobe."

"Mom, I can't go shopping dressed up as a girl. People will see me. I'll be ruined, my career will be over-"

"Calm down, sweetie." Mom said, pulling me out of bed. "No one will recognize you. When I get through making you over, you won't even recognize yourself."

She led her scantily-clad son down the hall to the master bathroom and sat me down with my back to the mirror. Taking a pair of tweezers, she began plucking my eyebrows. I twisted and squirmed, but she continued until my eyebrows had a feminine arch.

"That's much better. Now we have to shave the hair on your arms and legs because little girls don't show body hair. Pay attention, because you're going to have to learn how to do this. You're not going to wear flesh-colored stockings to hide the hair on your legs any more. If something is worth doing, it's worth doing right."

I sat obediently and watched my mother shave me.

"Good girl. Now let me help you out of your clothes so you can take a shower."

"Mom, you can't watch me do this."

Suddenly Mom slapped me across the face hard. It stung and made my eyes water. This wasn't supposed to happen to me. My own mother was stripping me and had hit me.

"Don't tell me what I can't do!"

I didn't need to be told again, and quickly twisted my way out of my underwear. As soon as I was completely nude, my hands covering my penis, my mother faced me, and tilted my chin up to her. Naked and helpless, I stared at her wide-eyed.

"Wash your hair because I'll need to set it, and be done in five minutes. And sweetie, take that cute little ribbon off your cute little cock."

I climbed into the shower. The hot water irritated my arms and legs, as Mom had not been too careful while shaving me. It was all the more reason why I would have to do that by myself next time. Next time, I sighed. How long are they going to make me do this? After shampooing and rinsing my hair, Mom returned and called me out of the shower. I wrapped a bath towel around myself, and stepped out of the shower. I saw Mom pointing at the chair, and some curlers next to the sink. I obediently sat in the chair, resigned to my fate.

Mom took her time applying the curlers to my hair, the better to prolong my humiliation. Finally she was done, with my long hair wrapped around a dozen curlers.

"And now your nails, sweetie."

"But Mom, they look OK."

"You have to touch them up every day, Tiffany, so get used to it."

As Mom worked on my nails, I turned and caught a glance of myself and involuntarily gasped at the reflection of myself in curlers. This didn't escape Mom's attention.

"Don't worry about your looks now. Once we take the curlers out you'll be beautiful."

I stared at the mirror and swallowed. I didn't want to be beautiful.

"Done." his mother said. Now we'll have you dress up in that cute little red outfit you came home in on Halloween, and no one will recognize you."

"Mom, I can't go out anywhere with you. People will recognize you, and they'll figure out who I am."

"Hmmm, I hadn't thought of that." Mom said. "Well, sweetie, if it really bothers you, maybe we can talk Cindy into taking you shopping instead of your schoolwork today."

I groaned. This was going from bad to worse.

"Mom, I don't want to go anywhere with her. I don't even want her for my teacher any more."

"Now look, little lady, those are your choices. If you don't want to pick out your new wardrobe with her, you're going to do it with me. Make up your mind."

Chapter 12
Shopping Spree

"Cindy, I have to ask a favor of you today." she said.

"Certainly. What is it?"

Mom called up the stairway to me. "Sweetie, Cindy's here. Come on down."

I had been looking myself up and down in the full length hall mirror. Wearing the red satin dress and with my hair in curls, I thought I looked ridiculous. My headache and upset stomach only added to my misery. Slowly I walked downstairs.

Cindy watched as what appeared to be a young girl in a bright red dress shyly descended the stairs and walked up to her. Of course she recognized the outfit, but she pretended ignorance. Finally, Mom spoke.

"Introduce yourself, cutie."

"Good morning, Cindy." I said. "My name is Tiffany." My eyes were downcast with shame, not wanting to make contact with her.

"Forgive the little girl for her lack or respect." Mom said. "I haven't taught her to curtsey yet. But she will tomorrow."

Cindy only half-feigned surprise. "Mrs. Archer, is that Johnny? What is going on here?"

I remained silent and stared at my patent leather shoes.

"My ex-son has decided to dress and act as a girl. From now on her name is Tiffany, but she doesn't have any other clothes to wear. That's why we need your help. She'd like you to take her to the mall to buy a new wardrobe."

"Me?" Cindy replied. "If you want to do this, that's up to you-"

"Explain to her, Tiffany, or you'll go with me."

"Please take me shopping for girl's clothes." I said. "If Mom takes me, everyone will know who I am."

"We'll pay you for an extra day's work." Mom added. "And it may take the entire day. Tiffany needs EVERYTHING."

That didn't sound good at all. And now Cindy was thinking, hardly believing her good luck. She was really going to have some fun with me now.

"OK, Tiffany." she smiled at me. "We're going shopping today!"

Cindy had half-dragged a very reluctant little boy out to her car, but now we were on their way to the mall.

"So you like dressing like a girl after all, Tiffany."

I slumped in his seat. "My parents are making me do this. And it's all your fault."

"That's a bad attitude, little sissy. But we'll correct that soon enough. When I get through with you you're going to be a sweet little girl. You'll see."

I remained silent for the rest of the ride as Cindy prattled on about all the frilly dresses she was going to pick out for me. With $2,000 cash in her purse, she was going to dress me up today. After arriving at the mall, Cindy marched me inside. I was self-conscious in my bright red dress, but I was relieved that no one was paying attention to me. Shoppers were walking up and down the mall ignoring the woman with the pretty little girl.

We went to one large department store after another, buying my new wardrobe. I must have tried on a dozen dresses, mostly white, pink, and floral prints. The most masculine color she let me buy was a yellow chiffon dress. But I can't wear dresses all the time, so I had to have a wide selection of blouses and pleated skirts. I also acquired a couple of pair of saddle shoes and boots, but luckily none of them had high heels. At least she didn't want me to look like a slut. Then came the underwear, pink or white panties, and some were crotchless for some reason I don't think I even want to know. We got some knee-high socks, but also some stockings and panty hose. Finally she bought me a pink leotard and ballet skirt, and then some harem-style pajamas. Dressing up as a girl is getting awfully complicated.

After we had managed to stuff nearly twenty packages of my new clothes in the car, Cindy finally let me stop to eat lunch. There wasn't enough time to find everything I would need in one day, so we would have to shop again tomorrow. We were having lunch at a salad bar when Cindy saw a couple of adolescent boys walk by. They seemed to linger for a minute before moving on. I paid no attention to them.

"Did you see those boys, Tiffany?"

"What boys?" I said, looking up from my salad.

"Those two boys who just walked by." she said pointing to the two boys off in the distance. "They were looking at you."

"So what? They couldn't recognize me in this outfit, could they?"

Cindy grinned. "That's not what I meant, cutie. I think they like you."

I looked at her in horror, speechless.

"Maybe you'd like to meet them. Maybe we can still catch them-"

"Cindy, no! I don't want to meet anyone dressed like this. Especially boys who think I'm a girl."

Cindy flashed a wicked smile at me. It looked like she just had a bright idea.

Chapter 13
Boys Will Be Girls

"This is a nice pink floral print dress, Tiffany. Wouldn't you like to wear this to the mall tomorrow when you have your ears pierced?"

"My ears? Pierced? You want to make holes in my ears?"

"It's a very simple procedure, and then you won't have to use clip-on earrings."

"Earrings? I can't wear earrings."

Mom looked down at me with a stern look on her face. "You can, and you will. Besides, lots of boys have their ears pierced. Even baseball players and football players. Now take all of these clothes up to your room."

I spent what seemed like an hour hanging up clothes until I heard my father come home. I ran downstairs, still dressed in my outfit, hoping Dad would rescue me from Mom's crazy plan.

"Dad, look at how Mom made me dress up today. She made me go to the mall with my tutor dressed like this today." I looked up at Dad expectantly.

"What's the matter, Tiffany? It's a very pretty dress."

I was crestfallen. "But how can you let Mom do this to me?" I pleaded.

"I think I like having a little girl around the house. And I think you should call me Daddy from now on, little girl."

"But even Suzy doesn't call you Daddy."

My 21-year old sister, a senior at UCLA.

"Ah, but your sister is a big girl. When you're a big girl we can discuss this further. And for that matter, you will call your mother Mommy."

When I'm a big girl?? I was in deep trouble now. My father was even crazier than my mother.

Mom put me to bed that night in my new pink harem outfit, with elasticized cuffs. I looked like something I had seen on "I Dream of Jeannie". At least no one else would ever see me wearing it. I hoped.

The next day, Mom had Cindy take me to the mall again. This time I wore the pink dress Mom had admired. By now I was more confident that no one would see through my disguise. I still thought of my new look as a disguise.

So I wasn't scared like I was yesterday. Then Cindy steered me to a jewelry shop to have my ears pierced.

"I won't go in there." I told her matter-of-factly.

"First, I will tell the woman in the jewelry shop that you're a faggot dressed up as a girl. Then I'll have her pierce your cock instead. Now are you ready to have your ears pierced?"

My throat went dry, and I walked into the jewelry store.

Some time later I walked out of the store, the proud owner of a pair of gold heart-shaped earrings. They dangled from my newly-pierced lobes, and banged into the side of my neck whenever I turned my head.

"The next time you disobey me I will put a leash around your neck and drag you around the mall on your hands and knees. "Have you got that?"

"Yes, Cindy." I whispered.

"Good. The important thing is that you're starting to look like a little lady. Next stop is the salon."

I wasn't going to argue with her. As I opened the door to the beauty parlor, I wondered what I would look like when I left here.

An obviously gay man remarked about how pretty I was, and asked me how I wanted my hair done. Before I could answer, Cindy took over.

"My niece would like to have her hair permed, all done in tight curls. Much tighter than what she has now."

The hairdresser whisked me away, and the next thing I knew, I was having my hair shampooed. Then I ended up with all of my hair in curlers, resting in some curling lotion. When they got done with me, I looked like a had a yellow Afro. I took one look at myself in the mirror and my mouth dropped open. I pulled a few strands of hair to straighten them out, and they snapped right back into a tight coil. But Cindy told me I had better like my new hairstyle.

"Thank you." I lied to the hairdresser. "It's lovely."

Once we were safely outside I thought I was going to cry, much to Cindy's delight.

"How long 3;how long will my hair be like this?"

"Oh, probably about four, maybe six weeks. They don't call it a permanent for nothing, sweetie."

I wondered how things could get any worse. I didn't have to wonder for long.

Chapter 14
First Date

I was getting used to dressing up like a girl, and it only took me forty-five minutes to get ready in the morning. Mom always laid out my clothes for the next day before she put me to bed. At least I knew which dress I was going to be humiliated in the following day. I couldn't go out dressed like this, so I had nothing to do except schoolwork. Our horrible maid, Mrs. Duggan was on vacation this week, so I didn't have to put up with her seeing me in these outfits.

Every afternoon Mom would spend some time with me, teaching me how to act like a proper little lady. I had to stand like a girl with my ankles together and my hands clasped in front of me. I had to sit like a girl, being careful to smooth out my dress or skirt before I sat down. Mom got very upset if I wrinkled my clothes, and I the last thing I wanted was to make her more angry with me. I had learned how to curtsey properly and effect all kinds of cute little girl poses, much to my disgust.

By Friday I was ahead of schedule on my schoolwork, and both Mom and Cindy were very pleased with me. I had hoped that if I were a good girl, they would finally end this charade. And as soon as the lesson was over, Mom walked into the study to see us.

"Tiffany, I'm going to teach you how to slow dance today."

"Mommy, I already know how to dance. I learned a couple of years ago for one of my movies, remember?"

"But now you have to learn how to dance backward because you're a girl."

I stopped to think for a moment. In a perverted kind of way Mom was right. I never thought of dancing backward. Dancing with a boy?? Cindy snickered, and I had a real bad feeling all of a sudden.

"OK, Mom, but why do I have to learn this?"

"Because I have a surprise for you. Cindy told me how good you've been in school this week, so I have a reward for you."

"What is it?" I asked, looking from Cindy to my mother.

"I'm going to give you what every little girl wants. A little boy!"

"What??"

"You're going to have your first date tonight. Now let's see if you can dance!"

"What?? Who am I dating?"

"His name is Roger." Cindy said. "A friend of mine. I told your Mom about him yesterday. I think you'll like him."

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I waited until Cindy had left to confront my mother.

"How can you make me do this? I can't go out with a boy."

"You can, and you will. It's time you learned how the other side lives. When you were a boy you thought girls were sex objects for your pleasure. Now you're going to see how it feels to be on the other side. I think you'll learn to have a lot more respect for girls."

"I'm not going to do anything tonight."

"Sweetie, Cindy assures me Roger is a nice boy. But if you don't get along with him, I'll find someone else for you. Maybe some big smelly guy with tattoos who'll treat you like dirt and smack you around. Would you like that better, darling?"

Maybe this Roger wouldn't be so bad after all.

"OK, I'll go out with him. But what am I supposed to do?"

"Whatever he wants, after all, he's the boy. Isn't that the way you always wanted it when you were a boy?"

I hated the way Mom kept referring to me in the past tense.

"Whatever he wants? But what if he finds out I'm not really a girl?"

"Then he'll probably give you the beating of your life. So keep your clothes on, whatever you do. But you'd better do your best to keep him happy, or I'll see to it that your next boyfriend won't be nearly as nice."

Mom dressed me in a waist cincher and a padded push-up bra to give me her idea of what a little girl's figure should be. The pink ribbon around my penis served as a reminder of what I was, and what she wanted me to be. I wore a pink dress with little red hearts all over it. It was trimmed in lace and had puffy shoulders. Between my stockings and elbow-length white gloves I wasn't showing any skin, much to my relief. I was afraid Mom might dress me up as a slut.

As soon as Dad came home from work, I ran up to him.

"Daddy, Mommy is making me go out on a date with a boy tonight! Please tell her I'm too young to date."

"Good evening, Tiffany." he said, taking off his jacket. "I'm sure your mother knows best. Now be a good little girl and run along."

I don't know why I had hoped from any help from Dad. If anything, he was more pissed off at me than anyone else was. And now the look on Mom's face told me she didn't appreciate my trying to weasel out of this date.

Roger arrived at 7 o'clock that night, and Mom welcomed him in.

"Tiffany, this is Roger. He's going to take you to a movie tonight."

I tried my best to smile. He looked OK, even handsome. He was a little taller than me, with short hair, and wore a sweater and navy slacks.

"We're going to see "Sleepless in Seattle" if that's OK." he said.

"You'll like that, Tiffany." Mom said. "It's a girl's movie."

"And Cindy's outside." he said. "She's going to drive us there."

I almost groaned out loud at the thought of having Cindy chaperone us. Even so, they could tell by the look on my face that I was unhappy.

"Now don't you worry your pretty little head." Roger told me. "We'll have a good time, I promise."

Now this chauvinist jerk was patronizing me. How dare he talk down to me?

"Roger, why don't I meet you outside? I've forgotten my purse."

Once he left, I turned to Mom.

"My pretty little head? Did you hear what he said to me?"

"Kind of reminds you of yourself when you were a boy, doesn't it? He has your old attitude toward girls. He thinks boys are superior, and you'd better get used to it. But don't worry. Cindy will drop you off at the theater and pick you up when it's over. What could happen to you with her around?"

Oh, brother. I should have told her what Cindy and Vanessa and Brian did to me. I shouldn't have gotten any deeper in this mess. But I was ashamed of myself, or I didn't trust my parents any more, or I just went along because that was the easiest thing to do.

Cindy left us at the theater, and after we got settled in and the movie started, Roger wasted no time groping me. I knew better than to stop him, and he spent the next two hours pawing me and trying to stick his tongue down my throat. After sucking Brian's cock, kissing a boy seemed much less disgusting than I was afraid it would. I had been concerned that I might have an erection and give myself away, but my cock remained limp all evening. Thank goodness for small favors.

When it was over, Roger said, "See, your Mom was right. That was a chick's movie."

"I wouldn't know. I didn't see much of it."

"We can always come see it again." he said, leering at me.

Roger walked me out to the lobby, hand-in-hand. Cindy was waiting outside.

She drove us back to my place while Roger and I made out in the back seat all the way home. When she dropped me off, I thanked Roger for the wonderful time I had. At least I had fooled him into thinking I was a girl. All I wanted to do now was gargle with mouthwash and go to bed. Unfortunately, Mom insisted on having me tell her about the entire evening first. She was as happy as I was miserable.

Chapter 15
My Boyfriend's Back

"Come on in, Tiffany." she said with a big smile. "Do you like your new room?"

I gaped at the big bed. It looked like a pink prison. MY prison.

"But, Mommy, this isn't my room.

"It is now, sweetie. Daddy and I bought this nice new bed for you. Isn't it pretty?"

"Yes, Mommy. But I was happy in my old room."

"Well, now you'll be even happier in this room, won't you?"

"Yes, Mommy."

She had me move all my girl clothes into my new room. She took away all my old clothes so I wouldn't get confused and try to wear some inappropriate clothing. Everything else I owned disappeared, too. In return she gave me some dolls and stuffed animals. I wasn't allowed to watch television, either. Either I could study or play with my dolls.

By Monday morning I was so fed up that I was ready to explode. Then the evil servant Mrs. Duggan came back to work, got her first look at me as a girl and burst out laughing.

"Don't laugh at me, you stupid bitch!" I yelled at her. "My parents are making me wear these clothes."

"It looks to me like YOU'RE the bitch."

Mom heard the whole conversation, and separated us, sending Mrs. Duggan back to work.

"So you don't like these clothes, Tiffany?" she asked me.

"I 3;I didn't mean that, Mommy."

"I go to a lot of trouble to pick your outfits for you, you ungrateful little brat. Now take off your dress!"

I unzipped my pretty chiffon dress and carefully placed it on the sofa. I stood shaking in my white teddy, panties, stockings and fingerless gloves. I thought I was in for a beating, but she just told me to wait in the study until Cindy showed up for school.

When Cindy came in she took one look at me and shook her head, laughing. Finally she composed herself.

"Tiffany, did you forget to finish dressing today?"

"Mom's mad at me." I mumbled, my chin down.

She came over to take a closer look at me.

"That teddy is my favorite. Of all the ones we bought, I like that one the best. Oh, look, you're still wearing a pink ribbon on your cock. That's quite a fashion statement."

"Mom's idea."

Mom wouldn't let me wear anything but underwear all week. It was the first time I ever wished I could wear a blouse or skirt or even a dress. I looked like a slut running around in sexy lingerie all day. If Mom wanted me to appreciate my new clothes, it had worked. By the end of the week, at her request I crawled to her on my knees and begged her to let me wear my dresses again.

Cindy loved the whole spectacle of me in lingerie with my pink ribbon tied around me. Every day she brought me a gift, some item she thought was missing from my wardrobe. Jewelry, gloves, high-heeled shoes, and so on. I gratefully thanked her for her kindness and thoughtfulness. My bedroom was filling up with stuff didn't know existed last month.

After a couple of weeks, Mom informed me that Roger wanted to go out with me again.

"Not another movie with him. I didn't see five minutes of "Sleepless in Seattle" with him all over me."

"No, darling, he wants to have dinner Friday night at a hotel downtown. Cindy will rent a room in her name, so no one will know who you are."

"Dinner and then what? He'll want to have sex with me, and then what will I do? He'll find out what I am, and who I am. I can't go to a hotel with him!"

"Tiffany, you were a very good actor. Now you're going to have to be an actress. You have to play a challenging role. Convince him you're a girl for a few hours of dinner and dancing."

Friday night came far too soon for my liking. I had practiced dancing all week, and spent most of Friday afternoon worrying about my date. I had to spend a lot of time working on my hair, as the curls were starting to come out. Mom told me to wear clear lip gloss, but no make-up.

"Roger might not appreciate you getting lipstick on him, but the clear gloss will accentuate your natural color."

"I doubt Roger will care what I'm wearing. He'll slobber all over me no matter what I have on my lips."

"Sweetie, that's the wrong attitude. You still aren't learning. The girl's job is to look pretty for boys. Nothing else matters except that you're beautiful. Boys are shallow, selfish, thoughtless people. You ought to know that better than anyone. Now make yourself beautiful so Roger will like you."

Had I really been like that? And who taught me to be shallow and thoughtless, Mom? Dad? Why was everything my fault, and why did I have to learn my lesson this way? I only hoped I could fool Roger again.

Cindy took Roger and me to a hotel, signed in, took us up to our room and ordered room service for us. Roger wasn't interested in dancing. Roger didn't even want to leave the hotel room. Cindy left and we had an intimate dinner, with him actually complimenting me on my hair, which now looked bad instead of horrible. After dinner, Roger wasted no time getting down to heavy petting.

"Come on, Tiffany, this isn't our first date. I'll help you get undressed and we can do it right here on the sofa."

I was in a terrible fix. I couldn't have sex with him, but if I refused, Mom would find me another boyfriend, that was clear. If only Roger wasn't so hot for me, it was just our second date. But Mom was right. Roger was normal, just like I was. I didn't even wait for the second date to ask a girl to go to bed with me. Back in the old days, that is. Now that I WAS the girl, my perspective was quite different.

"You get undressed." I said. "I have to go to the bathroom first."

After a few minutes in the bathroom, I came out to see Roger sitting on the edge of the bed, stark naked. I was still fully clothed in my yellow dress.

"I thought you were going to get undressed." he said.

I knew what I had to do. Without a word, I knelt before him, and took his cock in my mouth. As I sucked on it, it grew inside my mouth. I looked up at him, saw the delight on his face, and quickly brought him to orgasm. It wasn't half as bad as sucking Brian's cock. Roger wasn't half as big. In fifteen seconds it was over. I licked his cock clean and kissed it.

He wasn't disappointed at not getting inside my dress. Quite the contrary, after I washed out my mouth, we necked for awhile. Then he had me suck him off again. This time he was expecting it, and he savored it for awhile.

"It's been fun, Roger, but you'd better call Cindy now." I said.

"It's getting late and I have to go home."

Roger sighed and made the phone call. He didn't want it to end, but I think I had worn him out.

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