	             ____________________________                    |                            |                  /)|     KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF    |(\                 / )|         DIRECTORIES        |( \              __(  (|____________________________|)  )__             ((( \  \ >  /_)              ( \  < /  / )))             (\\\ \  \_/  /                \  \_/  / ///)              \          /                  \          /               \      _/                     \_       /                /    /                         \     \o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o oo  	This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of stories. oo  They have been submitted by people from all over the world.  Also from oo  alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order to this     oo  section of my collection,  other than offering them to you in  alpha-  oo  betical directories.                                                   oo  	I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to be typed oo  therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s a lot more fun to  oo  browse around and find 'little' surprises,  and topics that you might  oo  not have even thought of looking for. I hope you enjoy your time among oo  Kristen’s book shelf directories.                                      oo   	Lest we forget!!!  This story was produced as adult entertainment oo  and should not be read by minors.  Thank you, Kristen Becker           oo o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o oYet Another She Devil Story (MF, sissy)by She Devil Windy City - 1990

*     I went through the windshield after I hit the pickup.Witnesses say that I impacted on the flat bed's side panel andbounced across the street.  I don't remember anything at all.     I do remember the Hospital. First as a blur.  Lots of peoplecoming and going, prodding me, poking, sticking me with needles. Iwas in traction, arms and legs casted and pulled up at odd angles.I slept a lot.Sheila was great.  Sheila De Ville was my fiance.  I'd just met herwhen it happened.  We had a whirlwind romance and the doctors toldme she came to the Hospital every day.  She seemed so concerned,they said.  I was just glad for the company.     It was during the surgery on my knee that my susceptibility toa weird side effect first became known.  I was under a localanesthetic boosted by sodium pentothal.  The surgeon asked forassistance, for someone to hold out their arm to allow him to blothis brow.  My arm slowly rose.  He handled it well.  Put your armdown and stay relaxed.  Do not move during the surgery.     In one out of every 125,000 cases, the combination of drugsthat put me under had the side effect of producing a profoundhypnotic state.  An oddity, certainly of no great concern - afterall,  I wasn't planning any more surgery.     Sheila took me home.  I was on crutches but she had everythingset up for me.  Things were lower, doors off the hinges.  I hatedthe awkwardness but it was all going to be temporary, right? Thedoctors said that I was going to be good as new.     I mended slowly, first crutches and then, a cane.  Sheila wasby me every step.  She seemed to be treating me like a baby.  Itried to tell her but she burst into tears.  I was so damn mad atmyself for that.  She had been super to me and, as thanks, I madeher cry.  I resolved to shut up and let her mother - really,smother - me, if she still wanted to.     Things had settled down to a nice routine.  A late awakening,breakfast, a few things done around the house, easy healing days.Today, we were going out to get me some new clothes.  I had lost somuch weight that nothing fit.     "Are you ready, Honey?"  I made my slow way to the back door.Sheila was already seated in the car.  I slid in and she pulled outof the long driveway.     "I brought along a couple of things of juice to drink on theroad", Sheila announced.     I took the juice box.  The straw was already in.  Sheila wasgreedily sucking down on her's.  I tried mine.  It tasted good butas I got to the bottom a chemical aftertaste crept into mymouth.  Never sell, I thought, and gave  it no mind.     We were walking along through the mall and as we passed awoman's clothing store, Sheila turned in.     "Hey, aren't we supposed to be shopping for me?"     "Come here, Sweetie, and be quiet."  Obediently, I turned inand stood next to her, my lips sealed.  What the Hell was going on?     "Miss, I want to purchase some jeans and stirrup pants, all inpastels.  Matching tops and accessories."     "Yes, Ma'am", replied the salesgirl.  "What size are you?"     "Oh, they're not for me.  They're for my friend here.  I foundhim fooling around and his punishment is to be dressed like a girlfor a month."     The salesgirl exploded into giggles but scurried aroundfetching a mound of pale  shades.  Helpless, I could only watch.     "Sweetie, I want you to go into the dressing room and take offall your clothes."     I stood naked and cowering before the mirror in the ladiesdressing room.  At Sheila's instruction, I pulled the lacy thongpanties up my thin legs and allowed her to slip a teddie overmy slim chest.  Next came opaque white pantyhose and black spandexstirrup pants.  I slipped my arms into the back-buttoning whitesatin, stock-tied blouse and the little pastel pink bolero jacket.     In front of the mirror, I stood absolutely still as Sheilaadded touches.  Black patent flats with a fancy buckle on the toe,white gloves, big button clip on earrings, necklaces, bracelets anda little satin' covered girl's bowler.     "He's adorable," the salesgirl enthused.  "What a perfectsissy!  No woman would want him now."     "I just love him this way, don't you?"  Sheila was walkingaround me, inspecting, tugging my jacket a bit here, fitting thespandex deeper into my rear crease.     "I can't believe any real man would stand for this.  He mustreally be a sissy boy to let you get away with this."     Sheila took the girl to the side and whispered conspiratorial."Can I tell you a secret?"  Wide eyed, the salesgirl nodded thatSheila's confidences would go no further.     "I drugged him.  He has to do whatever he's told.  For thenext month he'll be perfectly obedient to me.  No more beating meand cheating on me.  No more making me wear slutty clothes."     "He did all that to you?   He..he beat you?"  Sheila solemnlynodded.     "Well, I want to help you," the salesgirl added.  "I know thelady who runs the beauty shop across the way.  Let's make yoursissy hubbie a very special appointment."     I could hear the snickers as I walked through the Mall,trailing after my captors.  I was taken right in back and seated,sans jacket and blouse, in a salon chair.     "Mrs. Jenkins, he's the one I told you about.  She's got himdrugged so he can't beat her anymore or sneak around behind herback."     I tried to say something but Sheila curtly told me to shut up.And then she told me to smile. A sweet simpering smile.     "I wouldn't have believed it with my own eyes.  Well, what doyou have in mind for this pig?"     Sheila hesitated.  Apparently she hadn't thought that farahead.  But the salesgirl jumped right in.  "Let's bleach his hairperoxide blonde and perm it with lots of waves.  Then we can cut itinto a sissyish half-boy and half-girls sort of a ducktail."     Mrs. Jenkins smiled.  "I've got it.  You don't want him tolook like a girl.  You want a very effeminate boy."     Sheila and her accomplice looked at each other for a momentand together exclaimed, "Exactly!"     Hours later, I stood waiting for my next command.  Sheila hadgiven me a booster injection.  I wasn't about to regain my self-control.  I had been to the make-up counter and now wore a heavycoating of what seemed like ever color in the rainbow.  My blushwas very pink and thick.  Passersbymust have thought I wasembarrassed bymy condition.  My ears had been triple pierced.     And I held a shiny black patent purse in my hands, showing offmy now inch long red nails.  And my chest was perfectly flat.                           **********     "Why are you dong this to me?"     I was dressed in hot pants and an Eton jacket, little whiteanklets and black patent pumps.  A white pinafore covered all thatand I was ironing.     "You were going to leave me."  What was she talking about? "Icould see it in your eyes.  After I nursed you back to health, youwere going to leave me.  I couldn't have let that happen. THEYwould come.     "They would come from the Clinic and take me back.  I'm wellbut they don't ever listen.  They want you to be sick.  Sick sothat they can keep you prisoner.  And you were going to leave butI won't let you and now you are my prisoner!"     My  God, she's out of her mind.  I'm the mind-slave of amadwoman!  "Please, Sheila, I never wanted to leave you."     "LIARLIARLIAR!!  For that you'll be punished."  My wrists wereconnected to the lacing bar and slowly the edges of my corset wereclosed by Sheila another inch.     Red faced with exertion and hysteria, Sheila proudly producedthe tape measure.  "Let's see how slender you're getting, my prissylittle pet."     "Twenty-two inches.  My isn't that sweet, your waist issmaller than mine, and daintier too.  I'll keep cinching you inuntil you're under twenty inches.  Now bend over."     The medication was kept at a maintenance dose.  I could speakon my own but I had no will to resist.  Dutifully, I presented mybottom.     Sheila injected two hypodermic needles each into my bottomcheeks.  Another two went into my male breasts.  Next, she took mypenis and fondled me to erection.  As I came, she injected thefinal needle into my scrotum.     Female hormones!     I had been on them for a month now.  Getting something likeone hundred and forty times the recommended dosage.  The resultshad been devastating.  Aided with a fatty diet, I was developingwide hips, well padded and jiggling.  My chest needed a bra now andSheila made sure that I was always well wired,  lifted andseparated.     I dried my tears and waited for Sheila to say something. I hadbeen conditioned to speak only when spoken to.     "Sweetie, when you're done with your ironing, yourhairdressing subscriptions are in.  Make sure you read them all."     "Yes, M'am, I will read them all. May I ask a question?     "Certainly, you may.  If you are willing to do so while Ispank you."     "Why are..OUCH  ..you, making..OUCH ..me read those ..0OUCH..magazines, the ones ..OUCH ..about hairdressing?     "You can be so silly, Sweetie.  Were else could an effeminateboy like you get a job?  A beauty parlor of course.  Sissies likeyou, make fantastic hair stylists. I've spoken to Mrs. Jenkins andshe plans  to put you to work  any day now."     "Yes, M'am.  It's just that..it's just that.."     "Are you crying, Sweetie?"  I couldn't hold back the tears. Itwas so humiliating, crying like the sissy I was being forced to be.     I nodded my head, my blonde waves bouncing.     "How precious.  I want you to say Boo hoo hoo."     "Boo hoo hoo" I replied dully.     "Now faster and over and over."     "Boo hoo hoo, boo hoo hoo, boohoohoo."     "Louder and rub your eyes."     "BOOHOOOHOO0!"  I could see myself in the mirror.  Dressedlike a sissy and crying like an oversized child in a second rateplay.     "Whenever you cry, you will cry just like this, Sweetie."Sheila lead me over to the picture frame.  A gilt edged pictureframe - as tall as I - stood in the middle of a room.  I stoodframed in its center as Sheila took plenty of snaps of theSniveling Sissy she had created.                            *********     Most of the woman assumed that I was a girl.  I was dressed inwhite stirrups, a size too small to show off my plump fanny, and afluffy pink angora sweater.     "Cissy, get over here.  There's someone I want you to meet."     "Yes, Mrs. Jenkins."  I tried to stand behind her when I sawwho it was.  Sheila had tracked down my first wife,  Christine.     "Is that thing really him?"     "You betcha, Chris.  I really put him in his place, didn't I"     "I'll say!  So you thought you could beat up and abuse women.You weren't much of a husband with me but at least you never triedany of that stuff.  Sheila tells me that you used to tie her up andrape her."     I tried to answer but, as usual, Sheila cut me off.     "Don't you have anything at all to say?  It's all true, huh?I don't think they've been half-enough hard on you."     Sheila slipped her arm around Christine's waist.  What wasthat all about? Were Christine's eyes a little glazed?  Not enoughto turn her into a pliant zombie like me but enough maybe to planta suggestion about liking lesbian love.     "What do you have in mind, Darling?"  I could see the evilglint in Sheila's smile.     "I think he's pouting over his lost manhood," Christine said."I think he's a pouty sissy but his lips don't pout."     "Let's give him fat pouty lips."     "I know just the place", Mrs. Jenkins added gleefully. "There's an M.D. - he's a real butcher - in the Medical Artsbuilding by the Orange entrance who thinks he knows how to do it."     I was marched over and carefully instructed.  Go in and fillout the forms.  Tell the doctor you want your lips enlarged tomaximum pout.  Pay in cash.  Be happy with the result and tell thedoctor how happy I am.     It didn't take long.  I was left at the make-over counter inthe middle of the Mall, a make-up cape covering my sweater and onecolor after another was painted on my extremely pouted lips andphotographed.  I bought over fifty different tubes.     "Let me say good-bye to my old ex", Christine said as she wasleaving.  She whispered in my ear.  Everyone wanted to know whatshe had said. Christine made me repeat it.     "Christine said that she gave me these big lips to suck cockwith.  Whenever I change the color of my lipstick, I will have anirresistible urge to suck cock.  I will suck it until it creamsdown my throat.  When I am done, I will thank the cock for lettingme suck it."     The gathered women laughed loudly at my fate.  Mrs. Jenkinschecked her watch.     "Look at the time.  Look at the time",  she  exclaimed.  Theafternoon delivery was due.     Christine handed my a golden lipstick tube and told me to waitby the backdoor.  Wait until I heard the knock and then change mylipstick.  Change my lipstick and open the door!     They hid in the lavatory in the dark with the door ajar,watching me go down on the  deliveryman.  I swallowed every dropand thanked the cock for letting me suck it.     Christine's parting promise to me was to call me often to seehow I was doing.  And maybe, if she was feeling evil, she mighttell me something to do.     I now own over seventy different colors of lipstick.  Icounted them.                            *********     I looked at myself in the mirror.  I had  a  35C-19-38  figurein black thong panties and spike heels.  Otherwise I was naked.  Mypathetic male equipment barely made a bulge in my panties.     The man in front of me was seated.  They call it couchdancing.  I can move all around.  He stays on the couch.  Sheilawanted me to experience how humiliated women can get being ogled bylecherous men.  I danced topless, jumped out of cakes, and couchdanced.     I ground my hips and rubbed my breasts.  Standard stuff.  Thetimer went off and he left.  There was another surprise Sheila hadpromised.  Lately, she had seemed more crazy than ever.  I hadbecome very scared of her.     The bell chimed and the door opened.     Sheila walked in.  Next to her stood my mother.  Her eyes wereglazed like mine.  She was as deeply in thrall as I was.     Denise, my mother, had me when she was only 16.  I was 21 andshe was a very attractive  woman.  Sheila clicked her fingers andDenise opened her black vinyl raincoat.  She was dressed exactlythe same as I was.  Sheila hung big rhinestone chandeliers from ourearlobes and wide matching chokers around our necks.     Denise's nipples were pierced and wide hoops were inserted.Soon, so were mine.  We danced and pranced for Sheila, made it witheach other for Sheila, and spanked each other for Sheila.  Sheilahanded me the vinyl raincoat and told me to stand by the door.     Denise's black thong came down to reveal her shaved pussy.Sheila threw Denise a fluff of red lace that turned out to be a redthong.  Red!  That was the code to the customers that the girl waslooking for tricks.     "Denise will be taking your place, Cissy.  I thought it wouldbe fun to see her pretend to be you for a while.  Denise, remembernow.  You want to suck the cock of everyman who comes in here.  Andyou want them to fuck you.  But they have to pay you first.  Ifthey don't pay you first,  it will be very painful but when theypay you,  you will have more pleasure than youhave ever feltbefore."     I watched through a two-way mirror as a man entered.  He sawmy mother's panties and threw a ten dollar bill on the bed.  Deniseundulated over to him and in seconds was impaling her mouth on hishard rod.     "We'll leave her alone now.  It's not polite to stare.  In afew months, we can see how she's doing."     My ex-wife, converted into a lesbian who thinks I'm ahomosexual sissy.  My mother, another mind slave working as a dancejoint hooker.     What else could Sheila do to ensnare me to her will?     "I wasn't looking at her."     "Don't lie, Cissy.  Yes, you were.  You were looking at thatwoman and you know it."  I had been looking.  She was veryattractive in a sophisticated way.  Sheila had done nothing to curbmy male orientation.  I still preferred women as my sex partners.It's just that I spent all my time getting ready for men.     "Since you like her so much, I want you to go over to her andtell her that you've locked your keys in the car and can she help?"In a minute, she in her expansive suit and I in my pink stretchpants and tube top were walking through the parking lot.     She never had a chance.  Sheila plunged a hypo of mindtrancersinto the woman's exposed neck and in moments she was as docile asI was.     "Take a good look at her, Cissy.  Why is she so attractive toyou?"     "She's pretty, she has beautiful dark hair and she dressesvery well."  I cannot lie.  It's programmed that way.     "We can certainly fix that. ,,     The results were amazing.  Her hair was burgundy frizz now.She was squeezed into a cheap polyester pantsuit.  Her makeup wasapplied sloppily.  Her carefully hidden moustache had been darkenedto emphasize the flaw.  Who was this changed person?     "Now listen up, Cissy, as I punish this female for distractingyou.  If I catch you ever looking around again, I will be much moresevere.,,     "As for you", Sheila shifted her attention to the haplesswoman whom I had doomed, "from now on, your name is Ethyl Blatz.You work as a cleaning woman.  You will use the money in your purseto buy a bus ticket to New York City.  When you get there, you willget a job cleaning toilets."     "Whenever you try to tell anyone who you are, you will want adrink of liquor.  Whenever you are drunk, you will tell people whoyou are.  You are the Queen of Sheba. Forget everything else, youare Ethyl Blatz the toilet-cleaning Queen of Sheba."     Sheila was giggling jerkily, hysterical with the excitement ofthe injury she was inflicting.     I never saw that woman again.  I never knew her name.  She hadbeen destroyed only because I looked at her in passing.                           **********     Christine stood proudly as I laced her into the single glove.She had moved in as Sheila's lover.  Sheila beat her, bound her,spit in her mouth and Christine loved it all.     Today, as was so often the case, was special.  Sheila hadChristine in a full body sheath that acted like a vise of leathe. Her elbows touched now.  Christine's breasts jutted out, small buthigh set and perky.     On her leash, she followed meto the porch.  My measurementshad continued to expand and my 40 inch hips swayed in my tightpants.  Christine let herself be tied to the frame and made nocomment as she was tilted onto her back.  Sheila, dressed like asurgeon, stood next to her and explained what was going to happen.     Inside, I could see the real Christine screaming butexternally she was all smiles as the incisions in her breasts weremade and the bags were inserted.  One thousand cc's of silicon werepumped in and sutured into place.  Tilted up, her breasts stood outtight and taut like artificial globes.  I helped fit the post-opbra that would allow the inserts to firm up in place.     "Those are real DD's, Cissy.  Would you like a matching set?"     I had C cups now and didn 't want any more to handle thanthat.  No, thank you Ma'am.     "Well, we'll see how Christine does with these big beauties."Sheila held a mirror in front of the dazed female.     "You have enormous breasts.  You love your breasts.  They'rethe only thing attractive about you.  When you see your breasts ina mirror, you get excited.  You want to fuck and suck a man.  Butwhen a man touches you, you are disgusted and you want a woman topunish you'for letting men paw you."     A few weeks later, I watched Christine first enamor herself inthe mirror, then throw herself at a dirty,  smelly bum. Her disgustmade her puke and, shattered, she submitted to her punishment - afist fucking in her ass by Sheila.     Denise waddied in.  Her hugely pregnant belly was held up andmolded by a pregnancy corset.  Her breasts were swollen orbs, withdark thick,  dripping nipples jutting through the sheer fabric ofthe imitation nurses's uniform she was poured into.  Her skirtended at her crotch to show the incredibly thick mat of hairgrowing between her legs.  Her white nylons showed the heavy growthon her legs.  Wild tendrils of dark pungent pubic hair clung wetlyfrom her under arms, left visible but the halter cut of heruniform.  Tufts of hair were visible from her ears and she had anoticeable beard.     Denise's hair had been permed and dyed into a huge black afroand then pulled back, framing her face and the silly nurses' capshe wore.  There were rings in both nostril and a stud.  Hernametag read "Dynese."     I put away my typing and stood up.  Sheila had kept me inpants, crushed velvet usually with a frilly blouse.  My blonde wavyhair fell well down my back now.     "Yo   deb   dis   tah   meh",   Dynese accused. "Gaht mehhipamatized.  Gaht meh all sexed up an hoan-y.  Nows I'se knockedup."     Sheila rubbed her hand over the immense belly and pointed tome.     "It's his fault. It's all your sissy son's fault. If he wasn'tsuch a sissy, if he could satisfy a woman like real man, youwouldn't be pregnant."     Sheila explained to me that mother had been a real favorite,and was soon the number one choice, of the black customers. Onceshe was pregnant, Sheila saw to it that she was given overdoses ofthe hormones that control lactation, hair, growth, and weight gainduring pregnancy. "A couple of injections, a few quick commands andvoila! Instead of an appealing lady we have an illiterate, hairybitch."     "Iss dat fairy's fault?" Mother was shuffling over to me. "Ifixes him, I fixes him". She was holding a stick. She was going tobeat me. Strong hands forced me to my knees and plunged my faceinto her foul smelling crotch.     "Eat meh, pansy!" I tried to lap away but I kept gagging. "Yu'raht. He ain't worth shit to womens. I gives him to yah if yahsjust fixes meh back up da way I usa be."     Sheila made soothing promises to the grotesque character whohad been my mother and saw her to the door.     After she had left marcie told me, "her next baby will beHispanic. Then Oriental. Then, who knows? I'll just keep alteringher as I go."     Sheila approached with a hypodermic needle she had picked up.     "But I've been saving you for last, Cissy. Mommie's all gone.Ex-wife's all gone. Now just drop your panties, bend over, and I'llmake you all mine."      My compulsion to obey her took over and I did as shecommanded. I felt the needle pierce my right ass cheek and whateverwas in it was soon pumped into my plump buttocks. I no sooner hadreplaced my panties and pulled up my pants, than I started to feelweak and dizzy. I sat down and consciousness departed entirely.                           **********     I just hate this dress. Whenever I wear it, all the boys wantto do is feel me up. Mommie Sheila says I have to wear it though.I need to be popular. Boys must like me.     I'm sixteen and not very bright. Mommie Sheila says that everytime I get an idea she has to wipe it right out of my head. But Ihardly ever get any ideas anymore.     I love really high heels and tight skirts that only reach myfingertips. I wear push up bras and low cut blouses that show thetops of my nipples. I try to pull them up but, when I leave forschool, Mommie Sheila pulls my neckline down.     For instance, today is the rally for the big game. I'm wearing the blue spandex tank dress with the wide yellow belt, yellowstockings, and yellow high heels. It's okay because they're theschool colors, but it's so tacky because I look like I'm naked. Youcan see my nipples through the fabric and everything. It's so sheerthat I know when it gets cold that everything will really pop out.     "Sheila !"     Oh God, what does she want?     "Yes, Mommie Sheila." I hustle downstairs as fast as I can inmy high heels     "Today's the big game isn't it? I want you to remember what Itold you to do."      Ugh! This is like sooooo gross. I have to put my hand onChad's gigantic cock whenever he smiles at me, whether anyone iswatching or not. Not only that, but I have to let him feel up undermy skirt whenever he wants.     And then I have to go down on the entire team after the game.I can't help it. Seems like every time I go out on a date I wind upgetting gang-banged. Mommie Sheila says it's because I'm just likemy mother.     I met her not long ago. She's real fat and has seven kids andshe doesn't know who any of the fathers are and she makes her moneyworking in a massage parlor. Christine at the beauty parlor is oneof Mommie Sheila's best friends and she says that men are all pigsand that only women know how to make a woman's titties feel good.She should know. She has the biggest set around.     Mommie Sheila says she thinks mine could get that big. I hopenot. Christine's titties are so big that all her clothes  have tobe custom made and they must be embarrassing to wear the way theyshow everything off.     "Now, Cissy, I have only one last thing I want you to rememberwhen you get to the game today."     Dutifully I listen. I always seem to wind up doing exactlywhat I'm told no matter how I feel about it.     "Every time, anybody scores a point I want you to have anorgasm. Got that? Every single time."     That wouldn't sound so bad except that I have this problem.When I have orgasms, I have a really humiliating compulsion that Ihate to have anyone see. I like to expose myself. To flash the hotpink thong panties I'm wearing. I'll be flipping the front of myskirt up all afternoon. Then, tonight, the football team will beflipping up the back. Mommie Sheila says that I need her to takecare of me. It's true. Look at the troubles I get myself in. WhenI get home, I'll be a mess, but Mommie Sheila will help me clean upand get ready for tomorrow when I'll just get myself in trouble allover again.     I guess Mommie Sheila is right. A girl as silly and sexy as mewill always need her mother. But I know that I'm getting better.You see, lately I've been thinking that having boobs as big asChristine's would be a gas.     I knew I was right about having big boobs when I overheardChad talking to his friend Mike. Chad said, "You ever see that babewho works at that beaurt salon downtown? Wow! What a set ofknockers. I'd give a million bucks just to see and play with themfor awhile."     I knew he was talking about Christine. Chad wasn't happy withmy tits and this bothered me. That night, after I had come homefrom the football game, Mommie Sheila was helping me clean up frommy adventures with the football team.     "Mommie Sheila?"     "Yes Cissy dear?"     "Do you think my breasts will grow any larger?"     "I don't know. I wouldn't think so, they're pretty big rightnow. Why, do you want them too?"     "Oh yes. The boys like girls with big chests and I want somuch for them to like me."     "Well, I'll see what I can do."     The next week Mommie Sheila sent me to school with a noteexcusing me from classes on Thursday and Friday. She didn't tell mewhat was up, but I didn't worry about it. Thursday morning MommieSheila woke me up really early.     "Come on Cissy! Rise and shine! Today's your big day, weregoing to see the doctor about your breasts."     I was dressed in just high heels, thong panties, a denim mini-skirt, and a sweatshirt when we left. I didn't even have a bra on.We arrived at a house on the outskirts of town that looked kind ofshabby to me and went inside. It looked kind of odd for a doctor'soffice. The doctor looked even odder. He was rather disheveled andunkempt. I didn't like the way he eyed my body and I was surprisedthat he seemed to know me.     My, my Cissy. You certainly seem a different person from whenwe first met. Just lay down on the table here and let me give youa little shot. I did and as I drifted off I heard him tell MommieSheila, "I'll put these adjustable implants in and there'll beplenty of room for further "development" if you desire."     I woke up slowly. I was still on the table. My chest was numb,but felt as if some kind of band had been strapped tightly aroundmy chest. The doctor and Mommie Sheila came in.     "Oh good, she's awake. Now keep her in bed and keep thatsupport bra on her all the time until Monday morning."      When I got up to walk I could feel a great weight on my chestin spite of the numbness. I looked down and could see that I didindeed have a much enlarged bustline.     Mommie Sheila made sure I followed doctor's orders. I wentright into bed. She gave me a Walkman to listen to music, but Idon't remember what groups I listened to. The next days seemed togo by in the blink of an eye.     Mommie Sheila woke me up Monday and I felt excited and veryhappy. She helped me get out of that tight bra I'd been wearing andthat was a relief. My new titties seemed even larger when freedfrom it's restraint. I seemed to have to melons of flesh on mychest.     When Mommie Sheila went to dress me, we found out none of myold bras would fit.     "I guess you'll just have to go without one today Cissy dear."     "Do you think that's O. K. Mommie?"     "Sure, the doctor said they won't droop or sag. Here's justthe outfit to wear today."     She handed me a white top. It had a ruffled neckline and whenI got it on I found out it was a midriff cut and came down justunder my boobs. The skirt matched the top. It was white with aruffled hemline and was it ever tiny. Sometimes I wish MommieSheila would let me dress like other girls but I never argue aboutwhat she givces me to wear. I just put on some earrings, a braceletand some white high heels and was off to school.      I felt like a million bucks as I sauntered down the street.The doctor might have said my titties would'nt sag but they suredid bounce. I met Chad outside school and his eyes widened and hewhistled when he saw me and I knew I'd the right thing.      "Wow Cissy!"     "You like them Chad? I did it for you."     Chad practically dragged me around the side of the building toan outside area with chairs where students could smoke. His friendsall followed him. He wanted to see and of course I had to show allthe boys my new titties.     I pulled up my top and they all just stared in stunnedsilence. Then one boy started whistling and they all hooted andclapped. I went into a little dance, shaking my boobs for the boys.They knew about my penchant for flashing and when one of them criedout, "Show us your panties Cissy!" I was more than happy to oblige.     I placed a foot on a chair so they could have a good view andgrabbed the hem of my short skirt and pulled it up. Another momentof shocked silence followed.     "What's the matter, don't you like my pretty panties?"     "Ci ... Ci ... Cissy.." Chad mumbled.      Just then I looked down and I was shocked to discover that Ididn't have any panties on. Now how had I forgotten to put them on?     I pulled my skirt back down, but it was too late. The boyscircled around and started touching me. Soon my poor judgement hadtaken over and I was on my knees with one cock down my throat whileChad fucked me doggie style. It was like that that the principalfound us.     The boys all got suspended but I got expelled for instigatingit.      "What can I do with you Cissy?"     "I don't know Mommie Sheila."     "You're just so featherbrained. I don't see any use for youexcept as decoration. Say, that gives me an idea."  She went andmade a phone call.     "I was able to get you a job with my friend Dr. Adams as anoffice assistant. There's one small condition, but that shouldn'tbother you much."     I looked at the stack of files on the desk. I didn't know howI'd ever get all this work done. It was especially hard to try anddo filing with my boobs getting in the way all the time.  That hadbeen the doctor's "small condition."  Only they weren't so small,they were gigantic. The doctor had insisted on "maximizing" thevolume of the implants in my chest with the result that my tittiesare at least as big as Christine's, maybe even a little bigger.Don't get me wrong I like having them, but they do presentproblems. I have to wear a bra, but they don't make any with a bigenough cup size. I am going to have some custom made as soon as Ican save up the money.     It's tough to be a working girl. I have to get my acrylicnails done every two weeks. I get my hair done at the same time.After paying for room and board and cosmetics I don't have thatmuch left over. My clothes also have to be altered or customtailord to accommodate my breasts. I borrow some of Christine'sstuff once in a while but someday I am going to have to buy my own.     Mommie Sheila syas she is going to fix me up with an escortservice where men will pay money to go on dates with me. She saysI can earn extra "tips" if I have sex with them. That sounds finewith me as I have plenty of sex now but I don't get paid for it.     Take Dr. Adams for instance, at least once a day I get calledinto his office to 'consult' with him which consists of meconsulting with his cock, usually getting bent over his desk andfucked. Sometimes he just likes to play with my titties while Isuck him off. I don't mind it and he's really nice to me. I guessall in all that things could be worse. I could not have a job andnot have Mommie Sheila to watch out for me.     One day Dr. Adams called me in for a 'consult.' He had me pulldown tha tank top I was wearing. Underneath I had on a custom madeblack bra with little cups that were more like shelves in that theywent under my breasts to support them but didn't cover them at all.     Then he had me take off the black leather mini-skirt I waswearing and remove the black silk and lace French-cut panties thatmatched my bra. This left me in black fishnet stockings withelastic tops that stayed up by themselves and black patent highheels with little bows. Usually our sex was the old wham bam thankyou ma'am, but today he French kissed me and sucked and played withmy titties until I was begging him to fuck me.     This he did most enthusiastically on the lambskin rug in hisoffice. He got up and got dressed. I just lay there enjoying thatfabulous feeling of being freshly fucked. Who should walk in justthen but Mommie Sheila. I started to get up and grabbed my pantiesand skirt when she said, "No! Just stay there Cissy."     I lay back down. She asked the doctor, "do you have that shotready that we talked about?"     "I most certainly do."     "Please administer it."     "At once."      He got out a syring and approached me with it. "Roll over alittle Cissy."     I did and he injected the needle in my butt. I rolled back onmy rear and started feeling a little dizzy.     "It's been nice Cissy." Said the doctor.     "Bye bye little girl." said Mommie Sheila. I wondered what shewas talking about.     I woke up and for the first time since Sheila had drugged mewith that Orange juice I felt clearheaded and lucid. I rememberedSheila and I had been talking with my mother.     "Welcome back Bobby."     I looked and saw Sheila and she had some strange man in adoctor's jacket with her. I tried to move but there seemed to be agreat weight pressing down on my chest. I looked down and saw twohuge stacks of flesh. Even on my back I couldn't see over them.Sheila had done something else to me. What had been ordinaryeveryday breasts were now humongous balloons. I bet I matched myex-wife in the chest department now.     "They're EEE if you were wondering," Sheila interrupted mythoughts, "and in case you're buying clothes you might need to knowthat your bustline is 50 inches around. They contrast well with therest of your body. Your waist is now 20 inches and your hips are 40inches. Hope you like it."     "But why?" I started to ask her, then I noticed blonde hair onmy shoulders. I reached up and touched it. Yes, it was mine, but ithadn't been anywhere near that long.     "What did you do to my hair?" I asked Sheila.     "Nothing. It does grow out you know."     "I know but ..." I started to reply. Just then I feltsomething wet running down my crotch. I reached down and feltsomething wet and sticky and got the shock of my life. Instead ofmy shriveled up little penis I touched what for all the world feltlike a cunt vagina.     "Yes Bobby. I've given you a cunt to match the rest of you.You'll be happy to know it works just fine. That sticky stuff iscum and you'll be pleased to know that all the men who've fuckedyou say you're a great lay."     I lay there in shock, bewildered by the discovery that I wasnow totally female. Sheila had finished what she'd started after myaccident and now I was a complete woman whether I liked it or not,which of course I didn't.     I noticed that I was still touching myself down there andpulled my hand away.     "Oh no, Bobby! I think you should investigate your new sex. Goahead, spread those lips. Open it up, put your fingers in it, andplay with it."     I discovered that the compulsion to obey her was as strong asever as I did exactly as she commanded. My finger seemed to knowwhat they were doing as they stimulating my woman's sex. It feltrather good and I found myself becoming excited.     "You know Bobby, if you ask the doctor politely he might bepersuaded to make love to you."     "I'll never do that," I though, but found myself saying"Please fuck me Doctor," with the seductive inflection of anaroused woman.     "See how I've been able to integrate both personalities intoone. Bob the engineer and Cissy the silly slut, together in onemind. It's a good thing we made Cissy dominant since they have tolive in that body."     By this time the doctor had dropped his pants and I had spreadmy legs to receive him. As I lay there being fucked I was revolted,yet at the same time found it somehow fulfilling. I understoodwithout a doubt that I was now a woman with no way out. The Doctorcame and I could feel his penis spurting cum inside me when Iexperienced my first orgasm as a female. It was delightful and Ifound myself squealing and moaning.     After the Doctor was off me I tried getting up, discovering inthe process that handling those tits of mine was going to take somegetting used to. Finally I was standing up. I looked around forsome tissues to wipe off the cum draining from my pussy. I didn'tsee any and asked Sheila, "Do you have some tissues so I can wipemyself?"     "I think you should just leave it alone and later you cansmell yourself and remember what a good fuck you had. Now getdressed."     I was unable to argue with her and picked up what wereobviously my panties and put them on in spite of the fact that Iknew they would soon be wet with cum. I pulled up my tank top andstepped into a black leather mini-skirt. I struggled getting thetight skirt over my hips and once it was there I had to suck in mytummy to get the zipper all the way up. It fit like a second skinand I found I was self-conscious about the way my nipples showedthrough my top.     "Here's a check for what I owe you Cissy." The Doctor said.     "What?" I asked.     "Well, I no longer require your services. In other words,you're fired."     "So what should I do?" I looked firat at him and then Sheila.     "Funny you should ask that." Said Sheila. "You will cash yourcheck and use the money to buy a bus ticket to New York City. Whenyou get there, you will get a job as a topless dancer. You willlike dancing for men and any money you make over the cost of livingyou will send home to me once a month. If anyone asks you will saythat Sheila is your illegitimate daughter that you support bydancing.     I was walking down the street towards downtown when I heard awoman call me. "Excuse me Miss, but you forgot your purse."     I knew her. Her name was Sheila and she was a friend of mymom. I took my purse from her and thanked her. I looked inside tosee if everything was still there. Just a little money, somemakeup, my driver's license, and a check. I looked at the licensethat said who I was: Cissy Thomas, age 18. I heard that voice in myhead telling me that I was really Robert Thomas and was 29. I knewbetter than to listen to it as I started walking again. I was lateand it was hard to hustle in high heels with my big breastsbouncing around, but I had a bus to catch.