


My Aunt Gave Me A New Life



	I am not sure how I ended up wearing her dress or becoming
her bridesmaid, but I did.  I am eighteen and I was visiting my
Aunt Nancy in Florida.  I had gone down for her wedding and to
house sit while she was on her honeymoon.  My parents were only
coming for the wedding.  I arrived a week early and made myself
right at home.  My Aunt is only a few years older than myself
and quite attractive.  She is a successful businesswoman, a
vice-president in a retail store chain.  I have often fantasized
what it would be like to make love to her.  I also have another
secret fantasy which I have never mentioned to anyone.  I have
often seen how popular she is with the guys and her girlfriends
and I have wondered what it would be like to be her.  To make a
long story short, the second day at her house she caught me
looking through her drawers and accused me of being perverted
when I confessed my secret desire to wear her clothes and
pretend to be her.  I had thought she had gone out for the day
and never heard her return.  I was indulging my curiosity and
exploring her wardrobe when she caught me.  She had forgotten
her tennis racket and had returned for it. 

	She was angry with me and said she was going to have to
punish me.  I begged her to forgive me and promised her that I
would never do it again.  She said that I had violated her
privacy and that a simple apology was not enough.  She said a
punishment was the only proper recourse for my actions.  I asked
what she had in mind?  I nearly fell on the floor when she told
me!

	She told me she was going to show me what it was really like
to be a girl.  With that she showed me how physically fit she
was.  She easily overpowered me and dragged me into the
bathroom.  She forced me to remove all my clothes and applied a
depilatory to my entire body.  The smell was horrible and it
began to itch like crazy.  She finally let me shower and wash it
off.  I cried as I saw my body hair go down the drain.  Her next
move was to take me back to her room and force me into a
matching black lace bra and panty set.  She then said I looked a
little out of place without any breasts to fill my bra cups.  I
was then introduced to a product I never knew existed.  She told
me it was something she had purchased when she thought she had
breast cancer and was preparing to have a mastectomy.  It was a
pair of life-like breast forms.  They were filled with a special
gel to give them weight and bounce.  There was also some special
electronics built into them to give the wearer distinct shocks
which would make them feel the sensations of touch.  If they
were aroused the circuitry would sense it and the nipples would
get hard.  "I didn't want to miss the enjoyment of the real
things so I spent the extra money to get the best fake tits
available.  I also have this special adhesive which will attach
them to your body permanently.  It can only be removed by a
chemical solution which  I will not tell you about nor supply
you with until I return from my honeymoon.  Hold still while I
give you size 40DD breasts."

	I was immediately aware of their weight, movement, and
sensitivity.  After putting them on me she took great delight in
pinching the nipples and sending pain and shivers through my
body.  Tears actually welled up in my eyes.  The worst part of
the embarrassment was that it caused an immediate erection in my
penis.  My Aunt laughed at my predicament.  She said that my
erection needed to be eliminated and surprised me by dropping to
her knees and giving me the best blow job I had ever had.  Then
came the real surprise!  She kissed me and in the process
transferred my cum from her mouth into mine.  "You want to be a
girl, then you are going to have to learn to swallow cum rather
than produce it.  Girls are always on the receiving end of a
penis.  I think you will enjoy that and I'll enjoy seeing you
get it."

	She refused to explain what she meant by that, but said I
would find out soon enough.  She then informed me that she had
already formulated her plan for my punishment quite thoroughly. 
"You said you wondered what it was like to be a girl like me and
I'm going to see that your curiosity is fulfilled, but on my
terms not yours.  There is a lot we have to do to finish your
transformation.  We'll begin by hiding your penis.  Bring me the
roll of pink satin ribbon from the box in the closet.  We are
going to make a penis sheath if we can.  If it works,  you'll
not only have a womanly appearance in front, but it will force
you to sit like a woman if you have to pee.  I am going to wrap
this ribbon around the shaft of your penis but leave the head of
it exposed so you can urinate.  Then I'll pull the ribbon
through the crack of your ass and secure it around your waist,
leaving your penis pulled securely back toward your asshole. 
While I do this we need to think up a feminine name for you. 
David Allen Reynolds just doesn't fit someone with large tits
that wears dresses.  I think I'll call you Melissa Louise
Reynolds after Grandma and your mother.  I've almost got this
sheath finished and it seems it is going to work just as I hoped
it would.  There appears to be a side benefit from this device
as well.  The cords going through your ass have spread your
cheeks a bit and made them seem fuller and more feminine also. 
There will be no need to remove the ribbon to go to the bathroom
but you will need to sit for every function unless you want to
clean up the mess each time and look kind of funny in a ladies'
room.  Pull up your panties and look at yourself in my full
length mirror over here.  We haven't even added clothes or
makeup and I 'd swear you could pass for a girl already.  You
are going to look like a super model when we are done and the
guys are going to drool all over you."

	I was at a loss for words as I stared at the reflection
before me.  I was indeed beautiful.  The hairless body with
curves in all the right places and an empty v where my penis had
been.  It seems that in pulling my penis back between my legs
that it forced my balls up into my body cavity and the empty sac
acted like the folds of the labia giving me the appearance of a
vagina.  I could not help but stare in utter amazement of the
feminine beauty before me and I couldn't wait to see the
finished product.  She then insisted on painting my toenails and
fingernails a bright red.  Once the polish dried, it was time to
finish getting dressed.  Since I appeared to be far more
feminine then she expected that I would be, she placed the
pantyhose back in her drawer and got out a garter belt and some
black seamed hose.  She showed me how to roll the hose gently up
my leg and straighten the seams attaching them to the garter
straps.  I felt sensual in such sexy lingerie.  Next came a
black satin slip, followed by a short black dress and black high
heeled pumps.  She pulled my shoulder length hair back into a
ponytail tying it off with a large red bow.  She sat me at her
vanity and began applying a full array of makeup and adding some
jewelry.  She said I needed some earrings to complete my outfit,
but she only had earrings for pierced ears.  "Well, all
punishments should have some pain and suffering involved."  

	She left me sitting there wondering what in the world she was
talking about and walked out of the room.  She returned a few
minutes later carrying a large sewing needle some ice cubes and
a bottle of alcohol.  I was praying that she was not going to do
it, but I knew she was.  I quickly found myself with a hole in
each ear.  She inserted large dangling gold loops into each one.
 "Now Melissa it is time for you to see yourself and to begin
your lessons on being a woman.  Later on we'll go shopping and
get you fitted for your gown.  I have decided to have you as one
of my bridesmaids.  I've already called and made the appointment
for your fitting and I've also made an appointment with my
hairdresser to get your hair done.  You are going to look so
cute as a blonde!"

	I was in tears as I realized how far this punishment was
going.  She also informed me that my suitcase and all my male
clothing was going to get mixed up with theirs and follow them
on their honeymoon meaning I would only have her clothes to wear
the entire time they were gone.  I was a girl for at least four
weeks and I needed to face it and make the best of it. I was
concerned how far she would go in this masquerade.  I already
knew we were going to venture out into public and I had a notion
she was serious about me being a bridesmaid and exposing me to
our entire family as well as leaving me to live as a girl while
she was on her honeymoon.  I could think of no way of escaping
her well designed punishment. I had to first learn to act like a
girl and walk in heels as well as sit in a skirt.

	She finished my makeup and then asked me to stand and walk to
the mirror.  I almost fell over as I tried to stand in the hells
she had placed on my feet.  As I sat down again, she called me a
little sissy and told me that the heels I was wearing were only
three inch heels.  She became angry when I complained of their
awkwardness.  She took them off my feet and said she would teach
me a real lesson.  She replaced them with shoes that had a five
inch spiked heel and said now I could suffer some real pain and
challenge.  She then lifted me to my feet and made me stand
still for several minutes to get used to balancing in them.  I
told her she was crazy when she asked me to walk in them.  "Take
very short feminine steps walking on your toes as much as you
can, but get your ass over here to where I am standing."

	I stumbled quite a bit but I made it over to her and the
mirror.  I was even more shocked at my reflection than I was
before being dressed and made up.  She told me I did not have
the time to stand admiring myself in the mirror all day as I had
a lot to learn and not much time to do it in.  She had me walk
around the house until I could walk in the heels with some grace
and poise.  Next it was time to learn how to sit in a short
skirt without exposing my panties or stocking tops.  She made me
practice crossing and uncrossing my legs, sitting and rising, as
well as knowing how to flash a glance if I were flirting with a
man.  She also taught me basic feminine mannerisms, such as
tossing my head lightly to clear the hair from my eyes, or
moving my wrists in an alluring way.  My voice has always been
in a fairly high pitched range, I have often been addressed on
the phone as madam or miss, so all she had to do was teach me to
use more feminine phrases and words.  The time flew by.  It was
soon time to go to our appointments.

	Our first stop was the bridal shop.  I found out that they
already had a dress made that just needed to be fit to me.  It
seems that one of her original bridesmaids had become quite ill
and could not make the wedding.  My need for punishment provided
her with an easy choice for a replacement.  I was very close in
size and I was available.  The saleslady said she was surprised
that no alterations were necessary.  She also asked if she could
take a picture of me to use for her advertising.  She offered to
return the purchase price of all the gowns including the bridal
gown if I agreed to model for their photographer.  My sister
made me agree to return the next day and be the model for their
television commercial and newspaper ads.  I was also told that
posters would be put up around the store of my pictures.  I was
told that I would receive copies of all photos and videos taken
and that my Aunt would receive everything for free.  I actually
felt flattered that she thought I looked pretty enough to want
me as a model.  "The next thing you know, Melissa, we'll be
seeing you on the cover of Vogue."

	Our next stop was at the hair salon.  She had a long talk
with her hairdresser before they both came back to where I was
sitting.  Aunt Nancy introduced me to Diane and said she knew
exactly what she wanted for me and that I needed to listen to
everything she had to say and do all she told me to.  She said
she would run some more errands and return for me in a couple
hours.  I watched her walk out the door as  I followed Diane to
the shampoo area.  She washed my hair and then covered it with a
foul smelling goop and wrapped it in plastic.  I sat under the
dryer for a long period of time, then she removed the plastic
and shampooed it once again.  This time she trimmed some of my
hair, rolled it up in curlers and applied another foul smelling
goop to it.  I spent more time under the dryer before returning
to her styling area to have the curlers removed and the hair
combed out into a very feminine style.  She had taken my
straight dark brown hair and turned it into a golden blonde
filled with curls.  I was given instructions on how to care for
my new perm and told not to use any shampoo on it for three
days.  My Aunt was delighted with their work and thanked them
for doing such a good job on me.

	"You look absolutely gorgeous as a blonde.  How do you like
it?  Michael and his brother are going to love it when they see
you.  I told him about you and what I was doing to you.  He
thought it was the right thing to do, but agreed that only he
and I needed to know the truth about who you were.  Since none
of his family know you anyway, they are not going to be a
problem.  The only others coming to the wedding that would know
you are your mother, grandmother and grandfather."

	She said she called them and they also agreed to go along
with calling me Melissa and treating me as a girl.  They told
her that under the circumstances that this was a very fitting
punishment for me and my mother said that she would arrange for
me to remain a girl when I returned home for the rest of the
summer and make me work as a waitress at our restaurant.  She
then informed me that I would be the bridesmaid opposite
Michael's younger brother Philip at the wedding and that the
dinner tonight was an introductory date for us.  Philip was two
years older than me.  He was a body builder and worked in
construction with his family.  I almost died when I saw him.  I
have never been interested in guys, but he was a handsome man. 
He had muscles everywhere.  His jet black hair framed his rugged
face perfectly.  The tight jeans he wore emphasized the bulge in
his pants.  I could see that he was two or three times larger
than me in that area.  I was actually getting the hots for him,
and I think my Aunt knew it.  "He's a real hunk isn't he,
Melissa.  Look at that cock of his, isn't it gorgeous? 
Michael's is about the same size and I love every inch of it. 
Don't believe what you have heard, size does make a difference! 
  Your puny little three incher is disgusting and would do
nothing for me.  These guys have real cocks and they do know how
to use them!  After seeing you undressed, it was easy to see why
you would rather dress as a girl.  That cock of yours is no more
than the size of a large clitoris.  Later on if you would like a
good look at a real man's cock I'm sure it could be arranged. 
I'd like to see you suck on it.  Let's see how the evening goes
first."

	The introductions were made and we sat down to have some
dinner.  Philip kept trying to find out about me.  He was
showing more than casual signs of interest.  It was clear that
he found me very attractive as a girl.  I was a little set back
by that and did not know how to respond to his advances.  I was
thankful for the fact that we were in a restaurant and he could
not gain access to touch me so easily.  I knew he wanted to as
he tried holding my hand a couple times during the meal.   He
also joked about getting me in his arms later that evening.  I
began to wonder what he had been told and how far they were
going to make me go with him.  Following dinner it was decided
that we would go to a local night club for some dancing.  I was
being forced into his arms.  I was not allowed to refuse to
dance with him, but I was scared to death as he held me close to
him for a slow dance.  I could even feel that cock of his
getting larger by the minute.  It was rubbing into my abdomen as
he continued to pull me closer to him.  Though I didn't want to
admit it, I was getting excited also.  My breasts were feeling
the passion of our closeness.  The electronic circuitry was
working well.  My nipples were as hard as his cock.    I did not
want the dance to end.  I felt strangely comfortable in his
arms.  Was I becoming the girl my Aunt had dressed me as?  Could
I ever be a man again?  

	These and many other questions were running through my mind
and I was near panic, as the dance did finally end.  I needed to
relieve myself which also added to my dilemma.  Which bathroom
do I use.  I managed to get my Aunt's attention and she just
laughed and said, "Look at how you are dressed!  You are going
to have to use the ladies' room, of course, now aren't you? 
what a silly girl you are!  Blonde is definitely your color! 
Now remember to sit like a proper young lady."

	I did sit.  I sat pondering all that had taken place.  I
thought about my secret fantasies that got me into this mess in
the first place.  I also thought about Philip.  He was handsome
with a huge cock.  He was every girl's dream.  I thought about
what it would be like to suck his cock or have it stuffed in my
ass.  What was I thinking?!  I did not want that huge thing up
my ass or in my mouth!  But I was not a boy any longer, I was a
girl for the next four weeks.  A girl would want a chance at
that cock.  I was convinced from the statements that my Aunt had
made earlier that the choice would not be up to me.  She was
probably going to make me do it anyway.  Should I beat her to
the punch?  Should I just play along?  Did I really like being
the girl in a relationship?  I certainly was enjoying being the
center of  attention for a change and I liked having doors
opened for me and not paying for everything.  Being a girl
certainly has its advantages.  I was in the bathroom so long
that my Aunt came looking for me.  I told her all that was going
through my mind.  It seemed natural, now that we were
girlfriends.  She laughed and told me that all girls have many
of the same questions when they are out on a date.  She also
informed me that she was thinking of making me suck his cock at
some point but wasn't planning on tonight being the night, but
since I brought it up as something I was thinking about, she
might change her mind and give me the opportunity.  With the
talking out of the way, she helped me touch up my makeup and
then we returned to the guys at the table.

	We continued to dance and talk which only made me like Philip
even more as I got to know more about him.  My nipples stayed
hard and I could feel the moistness of precum on my cock and in
my panties.  I was drifting into the female role completely that
I could not remember my real identity any longer.  I was Melissa
Louise all the way now.  Perhaps it was the night, the company,
or just the drinks we had.  I don't know what it was but I liked
it.  I liked being a girl more and more with each passing
moment.  When the time came for us to leave, my arms were around
Philip's waist as we walked to the car.  Aunt Nancy invited the
guys back to the house and they both said yes.  I rode with
Philip in his truck while Michael rode with Aunt Nancy in her
car.  This is the first time I was actually alone with Philip
and I was nervous as hell.  He was not overly aggressive, but he
did give me a kiss as he opened the door for me and helped me
into the cab of his pickup.  I found myself responding to his
affections and kissing him back.  His tongue found its way into
my mouth and though it caught me off guard I did not back away
from it.  I sucked it in deeper.  His hand rested on my knee all
the way to the house.  I received another kiss as he helped me
out of the truck.  I did not resist it, but kissed back and
wanted more.

	In the house, Aunt Nancy had me make some coffee and serve it
in the living room.  I returned to the living room with the
coffee to find her and Michael fondling one another on the sofa.
 His hands were busy with her breasts while her hands had
unzipped his pants and were wrapped around his cock.  Philip was
not in the room.  I set the tray down and excused myself.  They
stopped me from leaving the room.  They told me that Philip had
gone to the all night convenience store to get a soda and some
other snacks.  "This gives us a chance to talk to you, Melissa. 
I've told Michael everything you told me this morning and
earlier in the ladies' room.  I do not keep secrets from him. 
He likes the punishment I'm giving you.  We have both decided
that it is in all our best interests to keep your true identity
a secret, but that doesn't mean we can't add a little
humiliation to it or have some fun with your new gender
assignment.  We think it would be fun to see you suck Philip's
cock.  We want you to attack him as soon as he returns and do
just what you saw me and Michael doing when you walked into the
room with the coffee.  Cuddle up to him and let him play with
your breasts while you unzip his pants and release his cock. 
Play with it in your hands for a bit and then as you kiss him
slide off the sofa and onto your knees, like a good little slut
and let your mouth go to work kissing and sucking his cock.  He
is as big as Michael and it will be difficult to take all of it
into your mouth and throat.  In fact, Michael was just saying
that I was the only girl that ever took all of his cock in.  If
you can manage to deep throat him like I do for Michael, then
after you get Philip to cum in your mouth I will put on a show
for you by sucking Michael's cock in front of you and I'll let
you video tape it as well as taping us fucking in bed and I will
model nude for you.  That should feed your male fantasies about
what it would be like to make love to me.  If you can't take all
of him into your mouth then I get to watch as he climaxes in
your mouth anyway and you have to go out with him on a date
every night until the wedding and suck him off each night in
front of us.  While we are on our honeymoon you must video tape
for us at least three more blow jobs with Philip and one with
someone else of your choosing.  Are you up to the challenge?"

	"Do I have a choice?"

	"No, I guess you really don't, Melissa.  My brother is going
to enjoy your services.  He has already told us how much he
likes you and how horny he is being with you on a date.  I'm
glad he doesn't know your true identity, he'd be devastated.  He
is not gay, but I think he would turn gay with you in the girl's
role.  We may tell him when we get back from the honeymoon and
see what happens then.  I would hope we could see him fuck you
up that cute ass of yours.  After all you won't be a real woman
until you've been fucked like one."

	"What if I decide to tell him tonight who I really am?"

	"Then we will see that you get fucked tonight and that you
have many more humiliating experiences as a girl.  I have a
friend that would be glad to meet a girl like you and keep you
barefoot and pregnant in his kitchen.  My brother might also
have some things he would want to do to you, or maybe he'll keep
you as his whore for a while himself.  Don't cross us, your Aunt
and I will win easily.  She has already turned you into a model
at the bridal shop, arranged for your mother to keep you as a
girl for the rest of the summer and can easily do something else
to you.  How do you think you will like being a waitress?  I
hear some of those truckers that come into the restaurant really
like to get it on with the waitresses.  Perhaps you would like
to spend your summer here with us.  What do you think Nancy,
wouldn't she make a good sales clerk at one of your stores, or
maybe she would better suited to working as a secretary at my
company?  Wait!  I've got an even better idea!  She could be a
cocktail waitress at the Pink Bikini!  Can you picture her
walking around in one of their pink bikinis and heels taking
orders for drinks from guys watching other girls strip on the
stage?"

	"Michael, you are getting too carried away with all this.  If
she wants to tell Philip all about herself then let it be
between them.  Philip should decide on the consequences.  She
should not be punished for telling the truth on their first
date, but she should have to suffer through whatever comes of
it.  Who knows there may be two weddings on Saturday.  Philip
may want to keep her as a wife for the next four weeks.  Look at
her, Michael, you have to admit that she is pretty and desirable
as a female.  Philip is a horny male and if he is at all like
you he needs someone to fuck everyday.  She is easy and
available.  He just may want to take advantage of it.  Melissa,
I'm not sure what will happen if you tell Philip the truth.  It
is the right thing to do, but if you tell him then you have to
tell everyone you meet and since you are going to have to live
as a girl while we are gone, how many people do you want knowing
about you?"

	"What if Philip wants to fuck me?  I can't run away from him.
 He won't keep taking a no.  I know because I have a hard time
when I go out with a girl more than once and get horny each time
that I have a hard time accepting a no from her.  I know the
pain that having blue balls brings.  Once he takes my panties
off he is going to find out the truth.  Wouldn't it be better if
I told him before it ever got that far?"

	"You are right.  It would be better for all of us if he was
told.  What are you going to do if he rejects you?  I can tell
from your argument that you want to be fucked by him.  How much
of a girl have you become?"

	"I don't know.  It is all so new that I have not had time to
figure out my feelings.  Yes, on one hand, I do want to see what
it is like to be fucked by him.  On the other hand, I feel
disgusted by even the thought of it.  I am so confused.  I'm
glad you are in charge of what happens.  I wouldn't be able to
make up my mind."

	"Michael, what do you think?"

	"I don't like deceiving my brother, but we can't have the
whole world know that we are punishing your nephew this way.  I
guess we should tell Philip the truth about his date and see
what he wants to do, but it should be after the blow job so he
can evaluate her performance as the female in their
relationship.  Besides, I'm a bit selfish.  I'd like to see how
she does in that contest you have devised for her.  It turns me
on to think of getting to see her try to stuff a cock deep into
her throat.  Time to decide what to do, I see Philip's truck
coming down the road."

	"Okay, Melissa, here is the deal.  You go through with the
blow job scenario that we described earlier.  After he has cum,
then Michael and I will be the ones to tell him about you.  He
will be given the opportunity to spend the night with you or
reject you, though I honestly do not think he will.  He will
also be asked to help us in your punishment and given the
opportunity to suggest ideas which will be decided on by
Michael, myself and Philip if he chooses to participate.  You
take the chance that humiliation will be wide spread.  Are the
terms acceptable to you?"

	I answered in the affirmative just as Philip came through the
door.  I greeted him at the door with a kiss and took his
packages from him.  He sat on the sofa and I sat down beside
him.  He did not wait for any signals but pulled me into his
arms and began kissing me full on the lips.  I did everything
the way my aunt had told me to do it.  As we continued to kiss,
he began to play with my breasts and I undid his belt and zipper
releasing his cock from its confines.  I worked it with my hand
and tickled his balls with my fingers.  I felt it grow even
larger than it had been.  I worked up the courage to sink to my
knees before him.  I stared at it for a few minutes.  I studied
all the bulging veins in the shaft and the soft curve of its
purple head with its small slit in the very tip of it.  I was
now even more amazed by its size as I saw it up close.  I felt a
desire to kiss it out of awe.  I swallowed hard and then lowered
my mouth toward it.  I kissed it softly and ;et the bulbous head
pass between my lips and into my mouth.  I had expected the
taste to be quite foul.  It wasn't.  It was very salty, but at
the same time had a sweetness to it.  I licked its head with  my
tongue and discovered I liked the taste and took more of the
cock into my mouth.  I was determined to show my aunt how good a
cock sucker I could be.  I would be able to get this huge cock
into my throat or die trying.  As soon as it hit the back of my
mouth I had to gag on it.  I felt sick from it, but I wasn't
giving up yet.  I tilted my head a bit and took it in again. 
This time it went further in.  I paused as I approached the gag
point.  I waited until I was breathing freely with my nose and
then let a bit more of his sweet tender cock into my mouth.  As
I continued to take it deeper and deeper into my throat, I found
that if I paused once in a while I could control my gag reflex. 
In only a few minutes I was kissing his balls.  I had done it. 
I had swallowed all of it.  Now the concentration was on making
him cum.  I used my tongue as much as I could but it was pretty
much held in one position by the enormous size of his cock
filling my mouth and throat to capacity.  I knew I would have to
treat my mouth as a cunt and have it go in and out using the
friction to bring about his ejaculation.  

	I started very slowly, but as I relaxed, I began to increase
the pace of motions.  My head was going up and down on that long
thick shaft.  As I got my lips to the head I was able to see my
saliva mixed with his precum.  This sight only increased my
desire for it and I began attacking him with a greater vigor. 
It seemed like an eternity, but it was only a few minutes before
I felt his whole body tense up and he exploded into my mouth. 
Spurt after spurt of his warm seminal fluid filled my mouth and
throat.  I gagged at first but found a swallowing rhythm that
prevented it.  It tasted wonderful, and I felt positively
satisfied that I had succeeded in emptying him so well.  I
deserved the reward I was receiving of his warm salty-sweet
milk.  I had worked hard for it and I knew the pleasure it was
bringing him to have such a release.  I also felt a deep inner
yearning to have him fuck me and spend the night holding me in
his arms.  A woman has her needs as much as a man, and at this
moment I was all woman and enjoying it.  Once the spasms ceased
I cleaned off his shaft with my tongue trying to find as much of
his cum as I could even sucking it out of his pubic hairs.  He
simply fell back against the sofa in exhaustion and ecstasy.

	"That was quite a display, Melissa.  You have won the bet,
but first we have that other matter to get out of the way. 
Philip are you still with us?"

	"Yes, why?"

	"Because, dear brother, we have something to tell you and
need you alert enough to hear it.  We have been deceiving you
all night.  Melissa is not Nancy's niece.  She is really her
nephew.  I know it is kind of hard to believe considering how
pretty she is and how wonderfully she can suck a cock.  But, it
is true.  She is a he.  Let me tell you what happened from the
beginning."

	Philip listened intently as Michael retold the story  he had
gotten from Aunt Nancy.  He still had a hard time believing that
I was really a boy.  He even emphasized that they were telling
him now at my insistence on telling him the truth.  Michael did
not leave out a single detail and included the fact that I had
said that I would like him to fuck me.  He insisted that I was a
girl, so they made me raise my skirt and pull my panties down so
he could see my penis tucked up between my legs.  Nancy added,
"Philip, you are right about one thing she is not a man, but she
is male.  Look at the size of that puny little thing between her
legs.  It's useless and degrading.  I know some girls that have
clits bigger than that.  So what do you think?  Do we keep the
secret in the family and have some fun with her or what?"

	"I can go along with that.  I just want one ground rule set
down from the beginning, however.  She remains as a girl in our
relationship.  I will have nothing to do with that thing she
calls a cock.  She gets fucked as a woman and sucks me off, but
hers stays hidden.  Is that okay with everyone?" 

	I had no say in the matter, but it was agreeable with me. 
Aunt Nancy and Michael both agreed also.  Philip said that I
could be his steady girl all the time I was in Florida.  I would
have to date him and he would use me sexually.  As they were
discussing my fate, they decided that it would be fun to have me
live as Philip's wife for the next four weeks.  I would have to
cook for him and have sex with him at his command.  They decided
it would be fitting to have a mock wedding to commemorate the
occasion.  Since my mother and grandparents were due in Florida
the next day, they decided to wait until then to have the
ceremony and said it would be fitting if we did not consummate
our marriage until after the ceremony.  Aunt Nancy said that she
would talk to the bridal shop owners about getting me a bridal
gown for tomorrow night during my modeling session for them. 
Philip was asked to wear a tux and Michael would be the best man
and Aunt Nancy would be my maid of honor.  My grandfather was
going to be asked to give me away.  I was not sure how my mother
and grandparents were going to react to this situation.  I knew
what Aunt Nancy had told me when they were told about me
dressing as a girl, but how would they react to me taking on the
role of a man's wife which would include having sex with him.  I
had to wait to find out that Aunt Nancy had already discussed
the possibility with them.  They thought it was going a bit too
far, but felt it was her decision to make and they would not
interfere with it and would gladly help out with my humiliation
any way they could.  At this point I was already facing a
problem.  I was feeling a strong desire to be Philip's sex
partner.  The thought repulsed me and yet inwardly I wanted to
have him fuck me.  The discussion came to an end as Aunt Nancy
announced that it was time for her to pay off on the bet we had
made.  She dropped to her knees and told me to get her video
camera out and start taping her.  She wrapped her lips around
Michael's cock and in mere minutes she was receiving his cream
down her throat.  I then followed them into the bedroom with the
camera and taped them as they fucked for the next hour.  Before
climbing into bed Aunt Nancy did a strip tease for the camera. 
She continued dancing in the nude for several minutes before
jumping on top of Michael and going at it with him.  They were
like two animals in heat as they grabbed at one another and
began their sexual activities.  Michael wasted no time on
foreplay as he took aim with his cock and shoved it into her wet
cunt.  He pumped her hard and furious with it, as she screamed
for him to, "Fuck me harder!  Shove that cock in me as hard as
you can!  I want to feel you coming out of my mouth.  Oh, Yes! 
Give it to me, Michael!"

	I took pictures of them from every angle and I could feel my
insides longing to be in her position having a large juicy cock
filling me to the depths of my bowels.  I longed to have lips
pressed to mine and have hands squeezing my breasts.  Most of
all I wanted that cock pumping in and out of me bringing me the
ecstasy that I could see on Aunt Nancy's face and hear in her
words as she continued to beg for more.  I wanted to be a woman,
and I even started to hold the camera in only one hand and reach
out toward Philip's cock.  He had become rock hard himself.  I
undid his zipper once again and let his pants fall to the floor.
 I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and began stroking
him.  I didn't care how steady the picture was I was going to
get as much cock as I could.  After filming Michael's climax and
the way Aunt Nancy used her tongue to clean him off, I set the
camera down and began deep throating Philip in earnest.  If I
couldn't have his cock inside my ass then I wanted it in my
mouth.  I attacked him as voraciously as I could.  I was
determined to drain him of all the creamy white cum he could
produce.  He did not disappoint me.  He poured gallon upon
gallon down my throat and he collapsed from the exhaustion of my
attack and how much I had drained him.  After licking him clean,
I looked up to see that my efforts were now a part of the video
tape as I saw my aunt standing there with the camera in hand and
running.  "You will have to let me video tape your marriage
ceremony and your wedding night deflowering as well to complete
this tape."

	It was at this time that Aunt Nancy had me dress in a night
gown and removed my makeup.  she gave me a silk robe to wear
over it and then we said goodnight to Michael and Philip.  We
each got kissed as they said goodnight and walked out the door. 
Aunt Nancy made me pack all my male clothing into my suitcase
and deliver it to her room.  "I don't want you to be allowed to
dress as anything but a female and if I have your clothes, you
will have no choice since there is nothing of Michael's here
yet.  I'll see you in the morning when we will have some more
lessons in being a woman.  I'll teach you how to do your own
makeup, and how to style your own hair.  Have a good night's
sleep, Melissa."

	It was hard to sleep thinking about all that happened to me
that day.  I tossed and turned as I began to think about the day
to come and the next four weeks as Philip's wife.  I thought
about my return home and how my mother had told my aunt that I
would have to work as a waitress at our restaurant.  Most of my
thoughts focused on the fact that I liked being a girl, but that
I knew I shouldn't want to be one.  I asked myself if this is
what I really wanted in my life and whether or not I would ever
go back to being a boy.  My mind raced about all the different
things that could happen.  I wondered what my mother was going
to say when she stepped off the plane and greeted her daughter
rather than her son.  I also wondered what my grandfather was
going to say about me becoming a girl, after all the time he
spent taking me fishing and to ball games.  I thought about
losing my anal virginity to Philip.  I wanted it and yet I was
frightened of it.  What was going to be expected of me over the
next four weeks as his wife?  Was I just there for sex or would
we be going places and doing things together?  I wouldn't find
out until it happened.

	In the morning, Aunt Nancy brought me into her room to select
an outfit for me to wear for the day.  Our first activity was to
go to the bridal shop for my modeling session.  They had hired a
professional photographer and a beautician for the job.  I was
dressed and made-up in many different ways.  They had me as a
bride, a bridesmaid, a prom queen, and as an formal dinner
guest.  I had forgot to mention that they had also hired a
professional male model to be the groom, the usher, my prom date
and my dinner escort.  Photographs were taken of me separately
as well as in his company.  It took almost seven hours to
complete the session.  I was very tired when we were done.  Aunt
Nancy told the people about me going through a pretend wedding
and asked if I could get a bridal gown to use and keep for my
future.  They were happy to oblige.  The photographer liked my
work as a model so well, he insisted on helping me build a
portfolio and putting me in touch with a modeling agency.  He
made an appointment for the following week to take some
portraits of me and to introduce me to an agent.  From the
bridal shop we had to go to the airport to pick up my mother and
grandparents.  They were shocked at how pretty I was as a girl
more so than seeing me dressed as one.  Aunt Nancy told them
about the modeling job and the offer from the photographer. 
They were impressed and said they could see where I might
qualify for that type of career.  I died of embarrassment.  Aunt
Nancy then told them about the wedding that was going to be held
that night and they all had a good laugh and said they hoped I
would be happy with him.  I was then told that I would be kept
as a girl when I returned home as well and that my mother had
already thrown out all my male clothing after Aunt Nancy had
called her and told her about my desires and her punishment. 
She even told me that if I decided to go to college I would go
as a girl and that she had contacted a friend of hers who could
have all my id's and records changed to show me as a girl.  I
was fighting a losing battle as I realized they were doing
everything to me except removing my penis.  I could do nothing
to prevent it.  Mother even handed me three bottles of pills.  I
was informed that one was a prescription for birth control
pills, the second was female hormones, and the third was a drug
I had never heard of but I was told that it was to reduce my
testosterone level.  I was to be transformed into a girl as much
as they could without surgery.  All of the prescriptions were
issued to Melissa Louise Reynolds.

	"You look so beautiful as a girl.  When Nancy told me about
dressing you as a girl, I tried to picture what you would look
like and I knew you could probably pass as a girl, but I
expected you to be a bit more plain in appearance.  Those
breasts that Nancy gave you make all the difference in the world
and the fact that you have soft features only makes me wonder if
I ever really had a son.  I think you have always been a girl in
disguise.  I am glad that the real you  has finally emerged.  I
am sorry i only have a few hours right now to get to know my
daughter more.  But you will be getting married and going off
with your husband like a good wife should.  I hope we can do
some things together before I return home Sunday.  I think it
will be fun to do some shopping together."

	My grandfather also said he liked the way I looked as a girl
and said he had always thought of me more as a sissy than a boy
by the way I was never really happy when we went fishing and I
never played any sports.  "The truth always has a way of coming
out, Melissa.  It may take some years, but it always comes out. 
The truth is you are more suited to being a girl than you are a
man.  I'm happy with you no matter what you decide about your
life and your grandmother and I will always love you dearly."

	Aunt Nancy got the car while I helped them get their luggage
and listened to them talk about how I made such a pretty girl
and that they hoped I would be a good wife for Philip.  Mother
told me what she thought I should do for him on my wedding night
and talked to Aunt Nancy about doing a little shopping for a
sexy see through negligee for me to wear in the bedroom with
Philip.  She also bought me several bra and panty sets with
matching garter belts and teddies.  She wanted me to always
appear my sexiest for him from the skin out.  This had become
more than a game.  It had gone far beyond the form of a
punishment.  It may have started out as one but it had become a
new life style.  David Allen Reynolds had ceased to exist from
this day.  Melissa Louise Reynolds was now living in my body and
she was one of the sexiest and luckiest girls alive.  She had a
family who loved her and a boyfriend that wanted her in his sex
life and a new career in modeling to pursue.  She was looking
forward to every new day and every new event.  Not knowing what
was going to happen next was part of the fun in her life.  She
drew each breath with a renewed vigor as she thought about her
wedding night to come.  Could she fulfill all of her beloved
Philip's needs?  The conversation on the way back to Aunt
Nancy's house consisted mainly of plans for my wedding that
night.  We discussed where I would spend my wedding night and
whether or not I would go on a honeymoon.  My grandparents
decided that there wedding gift for me would be to pay for three
nights at a Walt Disney World Hotel.  Philip and I would not
return until the night before Aunt Nancy's wedding for the
rehearsal.  

	We brought in all of the luggage and packages.  I was made to
carry all of them to the appropriate rooms.  My male clothing
was then thrown into a trash bag and my suitcase filled with
several female outfits for me to wear on my honeymoon.  The next
couple of hours were spent getting me ready in my bridal gown. 
Philip arrived right on time and looked quite handsome in his
tux.  A  make shift altar was erected in the living room.  I
also discovered that somehow they had talked the minister of
their church into performing the ceremony.  They had even
managed to get us a real marriage license from the town clerk. 
This marriage was going to be legal and binding upon Melissa and
Philip.  As long as I remained Melissa, which everyone was
insisting upon, I was going to be Philip's wife unless we went
through a divorce.  I cannot possibly explain my feelings as I
walked with my grandfather down the aisle as the wedding march
played on the stereo.  I was holding onto his arm for support as
I almost fainted when I realized just how far this punishment
had brought us.  I was trapped and there was no escape possible.
 We reached the altar where Philip and Michael were standing on
one side and Aunt Nancy was on the other having walked down just
in front of us.  My grandfather took my hand and placed it in
Philip's then turned to sit down.  

	"Dearly Beloved, We are gathered here this evening to join in
holy matrimony the two hearts of Melissa Louise Reynolds and
Philip James Morrison.  If there is anyone present that objects
to this union, let them speak now or forever hold their peace. 
Do you Philip James Morrison tale Melissa Louise Reynolds to be
your lawfully wedded wife?  To have and to hold in sickness and
in health?  For richer or poorer?  To love and honor until death
do you part?"

	"I do."

	"Do you Melissa Louise Reynolds take Philip James Morrison to
be your lawfully wedded husband?  To have and to hold, in
sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, to love, honor and
obey until death do you part?"

	"I do."

	"Having made these vows, are there symbols of them to be
presented? Philip, place the ring on her finger and repeat after
me.  With this ring, I thee wed.  This ring is the symbol of my
love for you and shall serve as a bond between us forever.  Now
Melissa, place the ring on his finger and repeat after me.  With
this ring, I thee wed.  This ring is the symbol of my love for
you and shall be a bond between us forever.  Having heard your
vows before these witnesses with the power vested in me by God
and the State of Florida, I now pronounce you husband and wife. 
You may kiss the bride.  And now it is my pleasure to present to
all Mr. and Mrs. Morrison."

	We had a small reception but with all the formalities of a
first dance, a champagne toast, the cutting of the cake, the
bouquet toss and the garter toss.  They even threw rice as we
left to go on our honeymoon.  Philip and I ran to his car which
had been decorated for the occasion, tin cans and all.  We drove
to Walt Disney World in Orlando.  It was only a few towns away. 
The desk clerk checked us in and congratulated us on our
marriage.  He had a bellhop escort us to our room.  Philip
scooped me into his arms and carried me over the threshold as a
smiling bellhop looked on.  I was in shock as I was not
expecting it.  Philip dropped me on the bed and tipped the
bellhop.  The moment of truth was now here.  Philip approached
me and threw his arms around my waist, drawing me close to him. 
His lips came pressing hard and moist onto mine.  His tongue
came through my lips seeking the depths of my mouth.  He was
telling me in no uncertain terms that he wanted to make love to
me.  The passion of the moment was getting to each of us.  He
helped me unzip my dress and it fell to the floor.  I helped him
remove his tuxedo and his underwear.  I dropped to my knees and
sucked his cock into my mouth and worked it until I could kiss
his balls with my lips.  His juices tasted even better than the
day before.  He seemed harder and more determined to fill me
with his love meat.  He was on the verge of ejaculating when he
pushed me onto my back and raised my legs into the air.  He
quickly removed my panties and then put his saliva covered cock
into my ass.  It was very painful when he first forced his way
in, but as he took his time and began  to work his way in and
then back out again the pain surrendered to pleasure.  He shoved
his huge cock deep into my bowels.  I wanted it to come out of
my mouth so I could taste it as well as feel it.  The pleasure
that evolved as he worked that monster of his was indescribable.
 I got to the point that I did not want him to stop.  I was
screaming for him to "FUCK ME HARDER"  He was happy to oblige.

	His rhythm became faster and faster.  His sense of urgency
and desire were at its peak.  Then with one last thrust he
buried himself deep inside of me and released his seed.  That
delicious white cream filling my insides sent shivers down my
spine.  My insides were filled with a warm satisfaction.  I
could feel every spurt, every spasm of his cock.  I was a true
woman now, and I loved the feeling.  Philip collapsed on top of
me as his ejaculation came to an end.  He kissed me and said he
had never felt so completely drained in all his life.  He said
he was glad that I was his wife and that he was looking forward
to many nights of wonderful sex with me for years to come.  He
told me that he had spoken to my mother and that it was agreed
that it would be my choice to live back in Massachusetts or here
in Florida.  He had just finished getting his bachelor's degree
in business administration and he could settle anywhere with me.
 I chose to return to Massachusetts.  I knew that I could work
at the restaurant until he found a job and that jobs were more
available for him in Massachusetts.  We both decided to try to
make the marriage work and to have me become a woman fully with
the surgery.  There was no turning back.  The road ahead would
be filled with many bumps and embarrassing moments, but we were
now determined to make it work.  Family caused the most
difficulty.  Sex, however, was never a disappointment for either
of us and there was always something new to try.



			THE END (for now!)

		         Melissa Louise Morrison