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The Making of Jamie
Tiffany Scott
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Mrs. Slayer, Kelly, was a nervous wreck. She was sure that her
son James was not normal. She was sure that she had seen him
fingering some of his sisters lingerie that she had placed in
the clothes hamper. After several days of thinking about it she
decided to ask her daughter Darla about it.
Darla was going on 16 and was a pretty and well adjusted
girl. Kelly had a good relationship with her daughter and they
often had confided things to each other, things they wouldn't
tell to anyone else.
"Darla, do you have a moment? I need to talk with you about
James." She said early one Saturday morning.
"Sure, Mom. What's bothering you? He's probably going to be
up in another half hour!" She answered.
"I know dear." She said. Then she calmly went over all the
times she had seen James touching or feeling not only Darla's
intimate garments, but hers as well. She was suprised to learn
that Darla had observed most of the same things and even some
additional things that her mother hadn't.
"Mom, James asked me to let him wear one of my pairs of jeans
last week. I don't think that's normal for a boy his age, do
you?" She asked.
"Well, I don't know. Girls jeans are taylored much nicer then
boys. Were his all dirty?" She asked, then she shook her head.
"Of course not. Forgive me, I know what you mean." She admited.
"Mom.. I don't know but.. well I think.. I mean it's like he's
more like a girl than a boy?" Darla finally said.
Kelly gulped - visibly. "Im afraid.. he does act that way
sometimes." She stammered. "Maybe we should let him be what he
feels inside when he is at home. Well, I mean if he really
feels more like a girl." She suggested.
They both stared at each other for a long moment and then
Darla spoke again. "We don't know how he really feels, do we?"
She said.
"No, I suppose not. Shall we talk with him this afternoon, do
you think?" Her mother asked in an unsure voice.
"Well, Mom, I have a test in mind. I hope you wont think I'm
crazy or anything." She said, then she told her plan to her
mother who agreed to go along with it as soon as she heard it.
That afternoon James was handed a bag of new clothing. Socks,
some T-shirts, stuff like that, but when he was putting his new
things away he discovered a plastic covered package containing
three pairs of girls panties. James figured that his mother had
just mistakenly shoved them into his bag and that they were
purchased for his older sister Darla.
But after closing the door to his bedroom he opened the
package, then laid out the three pair of panties on his bed. One
was pink, one red and one white, but they were constructed of
smooth nylon and were trimmed in delicate lace. He stood looking
at them thinking of how different they were then the rough bvd's
he wore.
After a minute or two he unbuttoned his pants, then after
shoving them down his legs he kicked them off. He did the same
with his cotton briefs, then he picked up the pretty pink pair
of panties and held them open so he could step into them. After
he watched his little dick swell up into a hard erection he
spent several minutes moving his hands over the smooth nylon
panties until his 13 year old brain was almost on overload.
After putting his pants back on he hid the other two pair
under his mattress, then went back downstairs. Although his
mother and sister were dying of curiousity they didn't let it
show. In fact it was a good twenty minutes later when Mrs.
Slayer, Kelly, called her son into the kitchen to do some task
she was incapable of doing.
In the process she spilled some gooey oil onto his jeans and
while he was still standing on one of the kitchen chairs he'd
used to reach the top shelf of one cabinet she quickly stripped
the soiled jeans to her sons ankles. It was instantly obvious
that her son was wearing girls panties and after only a brief
glance Kelly looked at her daughter who was standing on the
other side then she was.
"So that's what happened to my new panties!" Darla shouted,
as she smiled at her mother. Kelly knew emediantly what her
daughter was up to and she played right along.
"Well I guess I didn't forget to pick up one of the bags when
we left the cash regester!" She added in a stern voice. "But
why is James wearing them?" She asked teasingly.
Meanwhile James had recovered from having his jeans yanked
down so the panties he was wearing were exposed and was now
trying to pull them back up so he was covered. But his mother
kept tugging them back out of his fingers.
"How much of my other things do you have James?" His sister
demanded in a stern voice. "There have been lots of things
missing over the last six months!" She exclaimed.
James was blushing a bright red as he exclaimed that he didn't
have anything else of hers and that he was just wearing these
panties because he was out of his own underwear. When Kelly
heard that she dragged him off of the chair and then up the
stairs to his room.
"We'll see about that!" She said angrily. Once inside his room
she pulled pair after pair of his jocky shorts out of his top
drawer, then after planting her hands on her hips she glared at
her son. "Fibbing as well as stealing huh?" She asked.
Darla was standing next to her brother listening when she
caught a glimps of some red color that was just barely visable
between Jame's mattress and box spring. "Well well!" She said as
she confidently went over to his bed and then pulled the two
other pairs of panties out from thier hiding spot.
James stopped trying to cover himself, his jeans having fallen
off at the bottom of the stairs, and silently stared at the lace
trimmed panties his sister was holding. "Who would have guessed
that my little brother was a sissy!" Darla said, trying to make
it as embarrassing a statement as she could.
Of course James answered back that he wasn't a sissy, but his
mother reached out lightly slapping his face. "Don't argue with
your sister!" She snapped. "That's exactly what you are! A
little panty-waisted sissy!" James shouted that he wasn't but
by then his mother was pulling him over toward the bed and after
she sat down on it she yanked his T-shirt off over his head.
"Darla, why don't you go get your sissy brother one of your
bra's to wear!" His mother said as she held her son tightly.
Laughing Darla ran from the room, returning in just a couple of
moments, a lacy bra dangling from one hand. Mrs. Slayer snatched
it from her and then forced her son's arms into the straps and
before he knew it she was securing it around his chest.
James just stood there motionless as Kelly and her daughter
adjusted the sholder straps like they wanted them. "Gee Jamie
you look really cute in your new panties and pretty bra!" Darla
teased, using a voice she would normaly use when talking to a
small child. His mother laughed when she heard her daughter say
this.
"How did you come up with Jamie?" She asked. Her daughter
shrugged, then replied that it was as close to James as she
could get. Then the two females laughed together. His mother got
herself under control and slowly turned her blushing son in a
circle so the two of them could look him over.
"We can't leave Jamie standing here in just her panties and
bra!" She said sarcasticly to her smiling daughter. Darla
agreed, then told her mother to wait a second. Once again she
left the room, but this time when she returned she had an
armful of clothes.
She held out a lacy half-slip and suggested that Jamie should
put it on. "It might help hide that ugly lump in the front of
her panties!" She said with a snicker. With some firm
encouragement Mrs. Slayer got her new daughter to step into the
short half-slip, which she pulled up around her middle.
"Well it hides it a little!" She announced, then without
saying another word she slipped her hands under the slip and
into Jamie's panties. He tried to push her hands away but she
easily overpowered him and in no time at all she had his dick
shoved back between his legs so the front of his panties and
slip was nice and flat.
Mrs. Slayer stared at her fingers after pulling her hands away
from her son. "It appear's Jamie is getting slightly moist!" She
said to Darla with a laugh, then she quickly wiped the small
amount of moisture onto her sissy's lips. Afterwards she held
his hands by his sides and forced him to use his tounge to
remove the dampness. While this was happening Darla was
stuffing the cups of Jamie's bra with tissue so that he had a
respectable bustline.
They made the feminized boy stand in front of them while they
picked through the remaining things Darla had brought into the
room. James stood blushing a bright red as several dresses and a
couple of skirts were held up in front of him. Finally his
mother lifted a cotton sun dress over his head and after pulling
his arms through the correct openings she allowed it to float
down over him.
Jamie felt like a doll as his mother tugged the dress into
place while at the same time his sister was pulling a pair of
ankle socks, with a lacy band around the top, onto his feet.
He didn't even realize that she had also slipped a shinny pair
of low heeled shoes on over the socks until she was buckling the
straps that went over the top of his foot. When she had finished
Jamie knew that the thin strap would keep him from kicking the
girls shoes off.
Kelly fastened a thin belt around her sons waist, then stepped
back several feet. She stood next to her daughter while they
both looked him over.
Mrs. Slayer couldn't explain why she was feeling the way she
was or even what it was that made her feel that way, but that
was just fine because she had no intention of letting either of
her children know that she was terrificly excited. Terrificly
sexualy excited.
Of course she would have been very suprised to learn that her
real daughter, Darla, was feeling just about the same and that
the younger Slayer's panties were actually wet from the juices
that had drained into them from her still virgin pussy. But even
though no boy had managed to "Hit a Home Run" with Darla, she
had been getting herself off for the last three years and had
just recently been treated to a delightful climax while her
latest boyfriend fingered her.
With Mrs. Slayer it was more like lust. But with Darla it was
something above and in addition to lust. You see Darla was just
discovering that she enjoyed dominating the opposite sex,
controling them and making them do as she wanted and unlike her
mother she had no hang-ups about saying so.
"I really like doing this to the little sissy!" She said
softly so that only her mother could hear. "Let's keep him
dressed like this all summer." She suggested cheerfully. Her
mother looked down at her, then bent so she was close to her
daughters ear.
"I was just thinking the same thing child." She said, then
after she straightened up she added. "But I can see your no
longer a child!" By this time James had grown uneasy.
"Can I take off this stupid dress and all the other things
now?" He asked in a smart tone of voice that only managed to
bring his mothers rath raining down on him.
"No! Mister smarty-pants" She said, then she corrected
herself. "Or should I say young lady!" After snickering she went
on. "In any event the answer is no. In fact you will continue to
wear what you have on all day until bedtime!" She folded her
arms under her breasts. "And you might as well know it right
now! Your sister and I intend to keep you dressed in girls
clothes all the time!"
Darla loved the expression on her bothers face when she
added. "Yeah. You'll even have to wear one of my nightie's to
bed at night!" This caused her little sissy brother to just
stand and look from his mother to his sister and then back
again. His mother finally broke the silence when she grabbed his
arm and used it to pull him toward the bathroom.
"Darla you get some hairspray!" She said, adding. "There's
alot we can do with her sholder length hair! Then we'll see
about her make-up!" Jamie was then forced to stand motionless
while the two females teased and sprayed his hair into a very
feminine style and after that he was forced to kneel in front of
his mother while she covered his face with make-up.
The whole process took less then a half-hour and when they
were done they forced him to walk back and forth in front of
them while they instructed him on how to walk. "Take smaller
steps", "Swing your hips more", "Hold your sholders level".
Jamie was so confused after fifteen minutes of this that he just
sat down on the floor with his legs crossed in front of him.
It didn't take long for his mother to grab him by the scruff of
the neck and yank him to his feet. "That's no way for a proper
young lady to sit!" She scolded her sissy daughter. "I could see
all the way under your dress to your panties!" She added as she
shook him several times.
Jamie shrugged. "But I don't want to be a young lady mother!"
He sighed. Mrs. Slayer twisted him so he was facing her and then
lit into him about who's idea it was to wear girls panties and
then who lied about it. She also told him she liked him better
as a girl and that like it or not that was what he was going to
be treated like.
She also told him that his sister was to be in charge of him
when she wasn't there and that he was to obey her and do
everything she ordered him to do no matter if he liked it or
not. "I'll punish you just like I'd punish a snotty little girl
so you'd better behave!" She told him. Mrs. Slayer kept it up
until her sissy son was nodding his head and saying ok again and
again. When she was finished she told her daughter to take him
and teach him how to curtsy, sit, cross her legs and to speak in
a gentle manor.
As soon as the older Slayer was alone in her bedroom she laid
face up on her bed then she slowly worked her pussy over with
her rubber vibrator, making herself climax several times before
her lust was curbed.
While she was doing that her daughter was experiencing what it
was like to have total control over another person. In fact,
after dragging Jamie into her room she told her sissy sister
that she was nothing more then her little slave. "In fact, your
just my little sissy slave Girl!" she taunted, then she started
training him as if she were a member of some Nazi SS group.
First she showed him how to curtsy and then made him try again
and again until he could do it as well as she could. Whenever he
made a mistake she would swat his bottom with her wooden
hairbrush, just to help him do it right. After she had him
sitting so that his panties didn't show she made him kneel in
front of her. She had plans on making him do what she hadn't
been able to get any of her young boyfriends to do.
After lifting the front of her dress she told her sissy slave
to pull her panties down to her thighs. The look that being this
close to a real pussy caused to appear on her brothers face was
delightful. She teased him and called him all kinds of sissy
names while she held her pussy lips apart so her clit was
exposed. When she ordered him to stick out his tounge and lick
the tiny button of flesh she didn't think he would do it right
away, but she was pleasantly suprised when without the slightest
hesitation he leaned forward and did just that.
The sensations that his tounge moving over her clit caused to
shoot into her thighs, hips and tummy was almost more then she
could stand, but she softly commanded him to lick her again and
again, until her juices were smeared all over his lips and chin.
She finished herself off with just a couple of touches of her
fingers while her sissy's face was a mear two inches away.
Later that day, after dinner, Jamie made the mistake of not
keeping his knee's together which allowed his pink panties to be
exposed momentarily. But however brief it was it earned him a
good hard spanking while draped over his mothers thighs. She
used a wooden ruler and even though she allowed him to keep his
panties on, knowing they would do little to protect his bottom
from the stinging blows, she swatted his fanny until it was
bright red and he was sniveling, just like a little girl.
After getting into the powder blue baby-doll nightie his
sister selected for him he removed his pink panties, replacing
them with the soft blue ones that matched the nightie, then he
went downstairs so his two mother and sister could check him
out. His sister made him go back upstairs and put his bra back
on, saying that it filled out the top portion of the nightie so
it hung correctly.
Kelly couldn't figure out why her daughter was so willing to
take thier sissy up and tuck him in until she sneaked up the
stairs and peeked into Jamie's room. Jamie was tucked in
alright and she was covered up to her neck by the covers. But
Mrs. Slayer was unable to see her sissy son's face because her
16 year old daughter was sitting on it and slowly rocking her
hips up and back so that her sex was rubbing into Jamie's mouth
and nose.
After stifling her laugher she went back downstairs where she
sat in her favorite chair and lazily played her fingertips over
her hard nipples while she waited for her daughter to join her.
Please E-mail me if I should continue. Tiffany Scott
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