	             ____________________________                    |                            |                  /)|     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 oShopping Spree (Fm, tg, reluc)by Deborah Ann Jackson***
I hung up the phone from my conversation with mother describing 
the coming events and the date with Michael to go to a wedding 
with him, Aunt Janet handed me my purse and escorted Linda and 
I to the local shopping mall.  I was told in the car that I was 
going to be their model for the afternoon.They weren't kidding.  We went in every dress shop, shoe store,lingerie shop, and department store in the place.  I was tryingon everything in site.  Aunt Janet told them I was going to beattending a wedding and that I needed an appropriate dress forthe occasion.  Each of the salesgirls then went to work takingmy measurements and finding dresses that would fit me.  I wasvery nervous when I entered my first ladies' dressing room.  Itwas one room and several women were trying on new outfits justas I was.  I was quite embarrassed as I saw each of them invarious states of undress.  It was all I could do to keep myselfcomposed and not get caught at my deception.  I was thankful fortwo things at the moment.  I was thankful that I did not have totry on any underwear and I was even more thankful that my Aunthad used her tuck and tape job on my penis to keep itcontrolled.  It would have made itself known for sure otherwise. To add to my distress, my aunt and cousin sent in about tendifferent dresses for me to try on and model for them.  Theyrefused to give me any help with them until I came out of thedressing room and then if they needed to be zipped up they woulddo it followed by having me walk around twirling and modeling.*This is the scene that followed me in each store.  The onlyexception, thankfully, was the lingerie shop.  They hadindividual dressing rooms.  Aunt Janet made several purchasesbefore calling it a day.  I was thoroughly exhausted when wereturned to the car.  I asked why they had bought so many thingsas I knew that Linda had a fairly large wardrobe at home. ="Well, Debbie, you can't keep borrowing clothes from Linda allthe time.  I thought you should have a wardrobe of your own,instead.  I'm sure your mother will approve and make sure youhave plenty of closet space available to put everything when youget home.  You told us that you were enjoying yourself as agirl, and I thought that you may like the opportunity to dressup some more at home this summer.  I am also trying to outguessyour mother when she makes her surprise punishment known onSunday.  I think she is going to do something to keep you as agirl longer than just this week, and you will need clothes forthat.  It is cute to see you blush like that each time wemention the surprise punishment.  I wonder what my sister isgoing to come up with?"
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As I put the new clothes away in the closet of their guestroom, they informed me that there would be more shopping to dothe next day.  "You'll find out soon enough that girls love toshop whenever they get a chance.  Tomorrow, we'll be going toanother mall and we'll be looking to get you some sleep wear anda formal gown for a dinner party I am throwing for Linda nextweek.  It will be held at the country club banquet hall and havea live orchestra.  She is inviting all her girlfriends and someof the boys.  You'll come as a girl, of course.  It will be avery formal affair.  The boys will all wear tuxedos and thegirls will wear full length gowns.  in the old days this type ofdance would be called a Debutante's Ball.  It would be held forsixteen year old girls of prominence.  I thought it would benice for Linda to experience the nostalgia and beauty of such anoccasion.  I was not able to arrange the use of the hall for herbirthday, but took the first opening they had.  You are going tolove it as well.  I'm sure Michael would be glad to be yourescort for the evening.  You will have to ask him when he callsyou tonight."Her words made for an uncomfortable night's sleep.  I keptrunning the scenario through my mind as well as still trying toguess what mother had in mind as a surprise punishment.  I triedto picture myself in a formal gown and heels.  It seemed to methat I wanted to go to her party and wear an evening gown.  whatreally preoccupied my mind was mother and what she may do to me. I did as I had done for the past few nights and pictured myselfas a blonde, or as a waitress, or as a receptionist.  I evenconsidered having to go to a photographer and having a portraitdone of me as a girl.  I thought that maybe she would take me toCalifornia on the vacation we had talked about.  I also thoughtof something she had suggested when this punishment began.  Shehad mentioned exposing me to the boy across the street that hadhis sister give him bikini tan lines.  I thought perhaps she wasarranging something involving them.  Perhaps I would have to goon a date with the boy, or just be exposed to him and his sisterand get laughed at the way he did.  There were so manypossibilities, I kept guessing and remained in a panic until shewould reveal it.  All I had to get through for now was anotherday of shopping, a second date with Michael, a wedding, and thenMother's day of reckoning."Well, how is my new niece doing this fine day?  Are youready to go shopping for your first formal gown, Debbie?  Todaywill be even more fun than yesterday.  I know you are going tolove the fashions we are going to see and you will get to trythem on and see how you look in them.  Linda is looking forwardto seeing you in a gown and walking around like a model again. =I think since you are so pretty as a girl, we'll surprise yourmother with a professional portrait of her daughter.  You couldeven wear your new formal for that."I had feared that option as a possibility of what mother maydo to me, but here it was my aunt making the suggestion.  Myfear was that the portrait would remain on display on ourpicture wall forever and be seen by anyone visiting the house. =I could picture years from now, everyone still telling me what apretty young girl I was.  I felt devastated by her decision, butI could not chance a refusal or even a verbal protest for fearof further repercussions.  I just kept my mouth shut and wentalong with them.  It was a day like the day before.  We went inevery store and department that was oriented to serving thefemale.  The formal gown they selected was a white floor lengthgown with a lace bodice, low cut neckline, backless, and satinskirt.  We found some white high heeled pumps to go with italong with diamond jewelry for accessories.  I wore the gown tothe photographer's studio.  He took about seven or eightdifferent poses and told my aunt that the proofs would be readyby the day of the ball.  I changed back into the clothes I hadstarted out in and we continued our shopping spree.  We wentinto a Fredericks of Hollywood where I ended up in all kinds ofsexy feminine underwear and bought three nightgowns.  My auntreally went wild seeing me in this short red baby doll ensembleand insisted that I get it and wear it for my husband orboyfriend some day.  She and Linda had a good laugh at myexpense.I was certainly glad to return to the house and get away frombeing the center of attention and on public display.  I wasassigned a share of the daily chores and was preparing theevening meal when Michael phoned for me.  Aunt Janet listened asI told him about the formal ball she had planned and asked himto be my escort for the evening.  He said yes without a momentof hesitation.  I knew there would be no escape from going now. =As we were talking he described what we were going to do on ourupcoming date to get my approval.  He was going to take me todinner at a local Chinese restaurant, then to a movie andfinally the ice cream parlor, with a walk through the park onthe way home.  I could think of no objections and told him thatI thought it sounded like he had a nice evening planned for us. =When I hung up the phone my Aunt started teasing me a bit."Well, Debbie, I see the two of you are getting prettyserious.  he likes you a lot.  If I didn't know better, I wouldthink the two of you are going steady.  Are you falling in lovewith him?  Linda, what do you think, is Michael getting seriousabout Debbie?  They do look good together don't you think? =Should we worry about them walking through the park so late?""Mother, the only thing you have to worry about them being inthe park so late about is whether or not they are having sex. =There is a spot down by the lake that all the couples go to makeout.  Some of the older couples go there to skinny dip and theyhave oral sex or some even do fuck down there.  Some of theyounger couples go there just to watch and learn, and a few eventry to copy what they see.  Oops! I guess you can tell I've beenthere, can't you?  I never did anything.  I only watched withKaren a couple of times.  It was just a bit of curiosity.  I amnot going to let any boy get that far with me, at least, not fora few more years and not without you knowing about it.""So you have been there watching people.  I guess I shouldpunish you for not telling me about it, but you did what it isnatural to do in satisfying your curiosity.  I do have to giveyou a mother to daughter lecture on the need to keep yourvirginity for the right guy to come along.  You have a lot oftime to go in life.  The boy is not the one that has to dealwith pregnancy or a bad reputation.  In fact, his reputationbecomes better if he has sex with a girl.  I think it is reallyderanged in our society that we have such a double standard tolive by.  Women have sexual urges just like men, but if theypursue them openly, they become whores and dirty.  Boys callthem easy and go to them for sex.  A man on the other hand ispraised for exploiting his urges and awarded a "conquest" andhas no legal or moral obligation to the woman.  If she happensto get pregnant then he is expected to do the "right thing" andmarry her.  Is his reputation ever on the line in the way peoplethink of him?  Is his body ever going to show the proof of hisactions?  Debbie, you need to be paying attention to this aswell.  do not let Michael have his way with you or any other boyfor that matter.  Once they get something from you they willexpect it always and then want more.  You girls need to protectyourselves and guard your reputations.  I am not going to hidefrom you the fact that sex can be wonderful.  You have to bewith the right man however for it to be that way.  I will admitthat I had sex with a few guys before marriage, but sex with myhusband was far greater than sex with anyone else.  It isbecause of the love involved with it.  You have a greater desirewith that love and a much greater satisfaction.  I know you willprobably think you are in love with some of the guys you go outwith, but there is a difference.  You won't know what thedifference is until you meet that right man that is meant justfor you.  In the meantime, we will have to take steps to helpyou keep from becoming pregnant.  I am going to talk to ourgynecologist about getting prescriptions for you for birthcontrol pills. This way if you do give into your urges, whichyou will have as they are part of the nature of humans and existin both the male and the female, you will be protected fromgetting pregnant."She immediately went to the phone and called her doctor.  Iwas shocked when she not only asked for a prescription forLinda, but for me.  The doctor wanted to examine us beforeissuing the prescriptions.  She agreed to see us that day assoon as my aunt could get us there.  We were told to get ourpurses and get into the car as soon as she hung up the phone.  Iwas fearful as the doctor had me undress and sit on the tablewith my feet in the stirrups.  She gave me a full exam andtalked to me as if I were another girl.  She was aware of mypenis and ignored it in our conversation except to mention thatI could become a girl for real with some surgery.  She waswilling to recommend a surgeon for me.  I found some things Iliked about being a girl, but I did not want to be one for therest of my life.  Nevertheless, she issued a prescription forbirth control pills and also for some female hormones.  As afurther humiliation she gave me an enema to clean out my ass. =She called it a douching.  She filled me up with two quarts ofsolution and then inserted a fresh tampon to act as a butt plugand hold the fluid inside me.  The cramps were unbearable and Iwhined all the way home.  I thought the demonstration anddiscomfort they had given me the day before was the worst theycould do to me.  This was far worse.  We had to stop at thepharmacy and pick up our prescriptions before returning home andgetting to the bathroom.It was quite a relief to get the liquid out of my body andrelieve the pressure from my stomach.  Aunt Janet insisted thatwe begin our treatments for birth control and hormones.  Iwanted to fight it but knew the punishment would only get worse. The pills had no taste, but I was convinced that I was going togrow breasts over night and be as large as the false breasts hadmade me.  I didn't want real breasts, at least I didn't want toadmit it.  I was curious, but the false breasts gave me an ideaof what it would be like.  It certainly was different havingthem and an interesting sensation, but did I want them for realor permanently?  I cried myself to sleep that night justthinking about the effects of putting female hormones into mybody and being turned into a girl for real.  Everything seemedmore suspicious, and my body seemed more sensitive.  I could notunderstand the changes coming over me and I imagined them farworse than they really were.  Was I making them all up?  Icertainly had to admit that some of what I was feeling wascaused by my imagination and fears.  Would I leave myself anescape?Aunt Janet and Linda played upon my fears, before I retiredfor the night.  I was told that I could not get off the pillsfor three months without causing severe problems for my body andimpairing my masculine traits.  They had me convinced that I hadto remain a girl for the entire summer vacation.  Furthermore, Iwas sure that I would have large breasts for the rest of mylife.  "Debbie, you are such a silly girl.  You sure you weren'tborn a blonde?  You act like a blonde bimbo a lot.  Why do youact so dumb?  Breasts don't grow overnight.  They will take afew months to grow if they grow at all.  However the hormoneswill affect other things much faster.  You will not grow hair onyour body the way that men do.  You will not get erections theway real men do.  Your muscles will not develop as a man's, butremain soft like a woman's.  Your hips will widen like a girl'sand your butt will have a woman's contour.  Your hair will growlonger and softer.  People will probably call you Miss even whenyou are dressed as a boy.  I almost forgot to mention how thesepills will affect your emotions.  Remember how you used to laughat Linda when she would cry for no reason at all.  That is partof being female and having female hormones in your system.  Youbecome sensitive to every little thing.  You burst into tears atthe drop of a hat.  It is going to happen to you now as well. =We'll be laughing at you for acting like a silly old girl."They got me going so badly that I began crying on the spotand couldn't stop.  I felt that the effect of the pills hadbegun already and I was doomed to be a girl from then on.  Iwondered if I could ever go back to being a boy.  I wondered ifI really wanted to.  What was mother going to say when she foundout they were turning me into a girl permanently?  How could Ieven face her?  Aunt Janet gave mother a call and told her aboutthe doctor's visit and the prescriptions.  She also told her howthey were teasing me about making me a girl permanently and howthese pills were going to change my body.  She also told herabout the formal dance coming up in the next week and how I hadasked Michael to be  my date and had bought a formal gown towear.  She then asked mother what her surprise was going to beon Sunday.  Mother must have told her, because she wenthysterical with laughter.  She asked if she and Linda would beallowed to participate.  "Don't worry, Marion, I won't tell herabout it.  It is your secret.  But I can't wait until Sunday tosee her reaction to it.  Would you like to talk to your daughterbefore I say good-bye?""Hello, Debbie.  How are you doing?  Are you behaving forAunt Janet?  I hear she has taken you to a doctor and got yousome prescriptions.  I'm glad she did that.  I was worried aboutyou going out on dates and not having any protection.  I trustyou, but boys cannot be trusted even when they seem nice atfirst.  They can't help themselves.  There urges are too strongfor their own good.  I also like the thought of you takinghormones and having your body conform more to that of thefemale.  I'm not going to talk long, so I'll just say that I'mglad you are having such a good time as a girl and ask that youcontinue to be a good girl for your Aunt Janet.  I'll see youSunday.  Good-bye, Debbie."Aunt Janet whispered to Linda what mother was going to do tome on Sunday, and she burst out laughing.  I asked what was sofunny, but was told that I would have to wait two more daysuntil my mother came.  They calmed down and then we talked for awhile about fashion and hairdos.  They said I needed toparticipate in some girl talk now that I was one of the girls. =I was glad when bedtime finally rolled around.  As I said, Icried myself to sleep that night.  The next day I had to do mychores and lay out in the sun again with Linda in my bikini.  Ialso had to prepare for my date that evening with Michael.Sincerely,Deborah Ann Jackson