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The Change by Amy Brett Day One I knew I'd fucked up when I did it. It was truly stupid and I didn't have to be told by anybody. Yeah, I wanted the video game but I knew I couldn't just take it. Stupid. "Stop right there," the man from the game store said. I thought about running but I was pretty sure he could catch me and I think he probably knew who I was anyway. I stopped and he grabbed my arm to take me back into the store. He didn't look even a little happy. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I started blubbering right away. "Please! I don't know why I did it! It was really stupid! I'm sorry!" I took the game out of my pocket and tried to give it back to him but he wouldn't even look at me. He just held on to my arm and headed me back to the back. I never even knew there was an office in the back of the store but when he shoved me into a chair roughly, I didn't really care much. I didn't know how bad it was going to be but I knew it was going to be really bad. "Please don't call the police!" I begged. "It was only one little thing and I promise I'll never ever do it again!" He grabbed the video game that he'd tossed in the middle of the desk and frowned at me. "This is fifty bucks. Think of it that way, brat. And fifty bucks is a felony." He plumped back into the chair. "When I call the cops, you'll probably be going to jail. Maybe for a long time." "Oh, please!" I said, tears going all over. "Please! Please! Please! I don't want to go to jail! Please!" I promised a lot of other things. That I'd never come back to the store again. That I'd tell all my friends what happens when you get caught stealing. That I'd pay him a million bucks if he'd let me go. Anything. Finally, he stopped looking at me so mean but, maybe worse, he leaned closer to me and looked hard into my eyes. "Okay. I won't call the cops. I could. And you'd be in big trouble. Probably reform school. But I won't." Feeling a little bit better but still scared to death, I could just wait and try to dry the tears out of my eyes. "But there's no way I can keep from calling your parents," he said. I went back into the whole thing again, crying harder. This was even worse. My parents would go nuts. A spanking was nothing. I'd be grounded for life. I'd never see TV again until I was 20. My bike would be sold immediately. I'd never go any place by myself. I knew my dad would use his strap on me for sure. My mom would cry and spank with her belt. I couldn't imagine how bad it would be. "I need a telephone number," he said. "Who do I call? Mom or dad?" "M-my sister is -- " "No way. You're probably blackmailing your sister for something and she'd keep your little secret. No way." He said. I didn't have anything on Melanie, my older sister, but I knew this wasn't going to work anyway. "Okay. My mom then," I said. At least she wouldn't hit as hard and my dad would be super pissed just because he was disturbed at work without any of the rest. I gave him the number, he called, and I waited as he did something with some papers on his desk. It seemed like forever and, no matter what I said, he ignored me. It gave me a lot of time to worry and that just made it worse. Another guy who worked at the video game store looked in, with a sort look like pity, and got out of the way as my mom came in. Her face was her business face. No smile and no frown. She just looked like business. But I knew she was really pissed at me. She wouldn't even look at me and I was just as glad. The look she gave the store guy made him back up further. "What happened?" she said, her lips tightening up in that look she gets just about the time she says, "Don't ... you ... dare ... lie ... to me." "I caught your son outside the store with this video game in his pocket. He was far enough away that I'm sure he hadn't forgotten to pay for it somehow." "He was stealing it," she said flatly. I gulped and so did the man. "No doubt about it," he said and waited, with me, until she finally nodded her head. She broke the stare she been giving him and opened up her purse. "What do I owe you?" "Oh," he said quickly. "Nothing. I have the game right here." Then she turned that look on me and I tried to crawl through the chair away from her. "You will apologize," she said. I couldn't take my eyes away from hers, knowing that if I did, she'd kill me. "I'm sorry," I said weakly. "It was really stupid and I promise promise I'll never ever do it again." I'd said it before but this time the man nodded, knowing how much trouble I'm in. "It was just a kid thing, ma'am," he said. "They do it all the time. We just have to protect ourselves, you know. We'd go out of business -- " "I understand. You," she said looking at me with the nastiest look I've ever seen, "come with me. Now!" Her fingers around the back of my neck made me cringe like a turtle trying to withdraw his head. She walked me through the store and I heard as we left, "god, I feel sorry for that kid." *** The trip home was very long, even if it was just three blocks, and seemed to last forever. Mom didn't say anything to me the whole way. She acted like I wasn't even there when we drove into the driveway and she got out to go to the door and unlock it. I got out very slowly because I knew what was coming and didn't want to rush it. But finally I went through the wide open door into the house and closed it as quietly as possible behind me. Dad wouldn't be home for hours and my sisters were at the swimming pool for the day. "COME ... HERE!" she said loud enough to really scare me a lot and send me in the direction of the kitchen. When I went through the swinging door, she was sitting at the table with her knees together, a little way away (not like she was having a snack or something), with something shiny in her hand. I didn't catch what it was. The look on her face was really awful. Mad and tight like in the video game store. "Unfasten your pants and drop them to the floor, young man," she said. I started to protest but there was something in her eyes that said I better not. As fast as I could, I did it and had them around my ankles. "Here," she said, pointing at her knees. I knew I was going to get a paddling and started whimpering. That's when I saw she was hold a pancake turner in her hand. "Mom! Mom! Wait! Please!" But unfortunately I was close enough to her that she could grab my arm and pulled me over her lap like a rag doll. I cringed as she delivered half a dozen quick, painful smacks to the back of my shorts. She grunted with displeasure and jerked my shorts down my legs roughly. The pancake turner on my bare bottom was a dozen times worse and I squirmed and cried and tried to get away. But she held me down with one arm as she continued to spank me over and over. I heard her crying, too. As soon as her arm released me, I stood up, my eyes streaming tears, and threw my arms around her neck, hugging her tight. "I'm sorry, mommy. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She didn't hold me and a felt the shudders of her crying. "Thief!" she hissed. "My son! A thief! A petty ..." The shudders took over. I told her over and over that I was sorry and that I was stupid and that I didn't even want the game and all sorts of things. "Please, mommy! Don't cry! Please! I'll do anything but please don't cry!" But she did anyway and seemed inconsolable. I guess I should have done something but I didn't know what. I just wanted her to forgive me. "If you were like your sisters," she said, controlling her tears somewhat, "you wouldn't do something like that. Michelle and Tina would never even think of stealing something." She pushed me away from her and looked disgusted at me. I didn't even think what I looked like as I stood there with tears rolling copiously down my cheeks and my hands clasped in front of my chest, wanting so bad for her to love me again. I didn't have the faintest idea of what I looked like until she did look at me again and her eyes dropped down ... and down. That's when I noticed that I was standing there with my pants around my ankles and my underwear around my knees. I noticed because she was staring at the place between my legs and her look had changed from before. Then her face changed and I didn't like the change at all. Yes, she started to smile but it wasn't the kind of smile I liked even a little. It looked like she had an idea and, under the circumstances, I was sure I wasn't going to like it a bit. She didn't say anything to me as she put down he pancake turner, stood up, and took my arm in that tight hold again. With the pants around my ankles, I stumbled and almost fell down but she caught me and stepped on the side of my pants. I pulled my foot out and my sneaker got caught in it a minute before it came off too. She didn't let me do anything else before moving me out of the kitchen in a funny shuffle, the pants still around the other ankle and my underwear around my knees still, one shoe on and one off. She didn't slow down at the stairs, taking me right up to my room. She half tossed me into the room and gestured toward me. "Take that ... crap off!" she said, gesturing toward my clothes. I was pretty sure she was going to put me to bed right then with no supper and my stomach, hungry already, roiled and grumbled. "And when you get it all off, wash your hair." Of course, I did it as quickly and thoroughly as I possibly could and was drying my hair when she came in to the bathroom behind me. Strangely, she patted my bottom, reminding me of the spanking and how hot and sore it still was. But when I turned around to keep it away from her, she was smiling and looking me up and down. "Yes," she said to the room in general but not to me. She took my arm again and pulled me behind her into my little sister Tina's bedroom and pushed me down on her little stool in front of the ruffled table. She started opening and closing drawers for quite a while, pulling a few things out and mumbling to herself. "Oh, Tina. You're so messy." To my horror, she opened up a bottle of Tina's pink fingernail polish and grabbed my hand. Right away, even though I tried to pull my hand away, she started painting my fingernails until she'd done them all. Then she knelt down on the floor and put my foot on her knee and started painting my toenails, too. Putting the polish back into a drawer neatly, she picked up something else and held my chin while she put something on my cheeks and cheekbones. "Mom? What are you doing?" I asked her but she didn't answer me. She hummed as she did things to my eyes and mouth before she stopped. Then she pulled the towel off my head where it had been and started playing with my hair. I'd wanted it long like the other guys had theirs and had resisted getting a haircut for a couple of months before school ended. Now, at the end of June, it was really neat because mom hadn't insisted strong enough that I cut it. She'd told me, sure, but she hadn't made me yet so it was just like I wanted it, even if she did call it stringy and nasty. Grabbing me by the arm again, she pulled me after her into Michelle's room and pushed me down on the bigger makeup stool in front of her pink makeup table. Then she started pulling little rollers and things out of Michelle's drawer and, to my horror, putting them in my hair. When she was done doing that, she wet it with something pink from a jar. Then she went to Michelle's closet and got something from the shelf. I didn't like this at all, even if I didn't know what was going on. The polish on my fingers and toes made it plain I was being turned into a girl and I really didn't want that even a little bit and even as punishment just today. I was totally bored while she took out the rollers, primped and pushed and brushed. A couple of times, she stuck me with the end of the brush and didn't seem to care. I couldn't even see what was going on. Most of the time, I couldn't do anything except look at the way mom's bare skin in the opening of her work suit jacket moved around. I knew that the skin was the inside of her titties and that she probably wasn't wear that bra thing. For the first time all day, she looked at me -- really at my hair -- and patted it with a big smile. This time, she took my hand sort of gently, and took me back to my own room to have me sit on the bed. I'd seen Tina's little pink suitcase sitting on the foot of my bed when we left my bathroom in the first place, but I sure wasn't going to say anything then. Now, I had a feeling I knew, at least in general terms, what was in it and that I didn't have anything to say about it. Thinking I was in enough trouble already, I kept my mouth shut, trying not to taste the lipstick she'd put on me. She rummaged around in it and grinned before she pulled something out and knelt again in front of me. "Put your little toesies up here, sweetie, and I'll help with your little sockies." I didn't like the way this was going even a little tiny bit, but I did as I was told. She put a funny thin white sock on my foot that was really a little small and turned down the top part to show little blue baby animals all around it. "There," she said with satisfaction and patted my foot. Standing back up, she got something else from the suitcase and I didn't identify it before she lifted one foot and then the other to put a pale blue pair of underwear on my legs before I could protest. I didn't get a good look before they were around my thighs and she was telling me to lift up. I leaned back and lifted my bottom off the bed so she could pull the panties up between my legs. The fact that they were silky and obviously a girl's, with tiny ruffles around the top and legs, was bad enough. The fact that they were too small for me and very tight, was even worse. It held my penis and testicles, what the other boys called a cock and balls, so tight it felt like my balls were going to get pushed up inside me and my cock didn't even make a bump in the front. "There. I think that will be okay," she said as if she was surprised. "I was afraid we might have to do something with that, like push it back between or something. But this will be much more comfortable for you." She turned back to the suitcase and pulled out a pile of frilly white stuff I couldn't identify at all. I still hadn't when she had me put my hands over my head and put it over and started pulling it down around me. It was tight, too, but I saw that it was some kind of petticoat or something with a sort of teeshirt held by little strings over the shoulders. The part around my chest was tight and I wondered if it was supposed to be down around my waist instead of around my ribcage but it didn't look like it would even do that on someone Tina's size. It wasn't uncomfortable; just dumb and really girly looking. "Now we'll have to stand up, darling," she said as she turned back to the suitcase. "Perfect," she said to herself with a big smile. She turned around with some light blue colored something in her hands and guided it over my again extended arms. I looked down at all the little blue and white bows on the front and the way it didn't have anything on the chest part as she smoothed it out over the petticoats that held it up. I recognized it now as the dress Tina had worn to a dress-up dance a few months before. She'd been so excited wearing it and getting to go to a real dance. But she'd worn some kind of white pants under it that covered up her legs. I had to hold my breath when mom zipped up the back. It was as tight as the other things. She picked up the black shoes from beside the suitcase instead of the ones I'd seen inside and had me sit down. "Tina's are just too small," she said. "I'm sure Shelly won't mind." I recognized the black patent leather shoes that Michelle and mom had compromised on for her school dance. Michelle had wanted to wear her first stockings and high heels. But mom would only agree if the stockings were white and the shoes still looked like little girl shoes. Michelle's part of the compromise was that the stockings weren't real thick like the ones Tina had worn with this dress and the shoes had heels that were a couple of inches high. She held up one of my feet at a time and put on the shoes, with their little straps tied around my ankles. Unlike the clothes, these were a little bit big. I was just as happy because the way the toes were, sort of pointed, they squished my toes a little bit anyway. "Okay. Now stand up and turn so I can see how it all looks together," she said. I did it, of course, and stumbled a little on the shoes. "Oh, so pretty!" she said in that same way she did with Tina sometimes. "Ah, mom -- " I began. "Mommy," she said. "You call me mommy. You're much too young yet for that other." "Yes ... mommy." I had been about to ask if I could get back into my own clothes but I didn't now because I knew the answer without asking. "I know. You want to see how pretty you are, don't you, sweetie?" she said. Not waiting for an answer, she extended her hand and took mine before leading him back to the hall and then into her own room, through, and into the bathroom. She stopped and slowly turned me toward the full length mirror on the wall, holding my shoulders and smiling at the reflection in the mirror. I gasped at the sight. There was a girl in the mirror. A cute one. Maybe she was Tina's age -- eight -- or even younger. Cute little face with the bright blush on the cheeks and pink lips. "Oh, just a minute," she said and left him to stare at his reflection. He turned a little and saw the long ringlets at the back of his head move with all the others around his ears. He was sorry now that he'd let it get long and that it was so blond. When he moved, he stumbled on the unfamiliar shoes again and looked down at the way they looked on his feet with the cute socks. His legs were funny looking. Long and skinny like a little girl's. Not like a boy's legs at all. That's when he noticed that he could see the blue of the fluffy panties sticking out just a tiny bit below the billows of petticoat that held the skirt part of the dress almost straight out like one of the ballet skirt things Tina wore for her lessons. It was too short, he thought. And the opening of the top showed more of his chest than he ever did except when he wasn't wearing a shirt at all. And pink fingernails on the hands that were crossed on the front of the skirt. It made his head spin. What had she done to him? Worse, how hard was it going to be to get all the paint and stuff off and his hair back the way it was supposed to be? "Amy, I think you'll like these," his mother said as she came back in to the bathroom. "Here." She squished his hand and put a circle of gold around his wrist before putting a tiny ring on his middle finger. She put another little ring with a pink stone on his other hand and fastened a charm bracelet with a dozen tickling charms on it around that wrist. Standing behind him and looking over his shoulder, she put a tiny chain around his neck with a heart shaped pendant on the end that went almost to the top of the dress opening. "Isn't that darling?" she said, her eyes twinkling. "You're so pretty!" She turned him around and hugged him tightly to her and petted his back. He was suddenly sure that he was going to have to wait for his dad to get home before he was going to get out of this. Surely he'd think that this was enough punishment for taking one lousy little game. *** "Oh, God, honey. I just have to get out of these stockings and heels. Come on. You can help." He followed her into the bedroom and watched her unbutton the two buttons of her jacket before pulling it off and tossing it onto the bed. She had nothing covering her from the waist up and she had beautiful breasts that stuck out and up just like the pictures he'd seen in the magazines one of his friends had. This was different, of course. First, it was real and not a picture. Second, the way she scratched underneath and sort of ignored her titties, wasn't as neat as the girls in the pictures and the way they showed them off proudly. And last, this was his mother! She did something and her skirt came loose and dropped down her legs. She caught it and stepped out of it without even thinking about it. He never even thought that his mother wore little tiny panties like the ones he could see plainly now. Or the garter belt that held up her stockings. She sort of walked out of her shoes as she walked across the room to her closet. It seemed so easy to him. Easy and, well, really coordinated. He couldn't have practiced for a month and done that. He was impressed. "Here, honey. Make yourself useful. Pick up these things for me, okay?" He picked up the shoes and suit with the intention of hanging them up and putting them in the closet for her as she'd asked. But he stopped short when he saw her in the open doorway of the closet, her arms behind her, trying to get the fastener on the garter belt undone. What he was looking at really, was the way her titties stuck out a mile when she had her arms behind her back like that. "Ah, can I help?" he asked softly, not trusting his voice very much to say it louder. "Yeah," she said. "These damned things drive me crazy. A man must have designed women's clothes." He put her suit down on the corner of her dresser near the door and went inside, setting the shoes near her others. "No, no, Amy. The beige ones are over there. See?" He took them to the furthest depths of the wonderfully fragrant and colorful little room and put them on a rack with some others almost the same color but different styles. He returned to his mother and, her back turned to him, undid the tricky fastener. She didn't take it from him. "Undo the garters back there too, hon," she said and he did it, feeling the heat of her thigh. He looked around her waist as she bent and undid the front garters and gasped to himself as he looked at her titties hanging down the way they did when she was leaned forward. Standing up straight again, she pulled the garter belt parts up through her panties. "I'll have to sit down to take the stockings off," she said. "C-can I, mommy?" he stammered. "Oh. Sure. I guess so." Bowing one leg toward him like an offer, she turned a little and pulled her tiny panties back into place. He noticed that they pulled into a funny little crease in front. His hands shaking, he started to roll the stocking down her warm leg. "No, no, sweetie. We don't want them all rolled up. Just put your little hands in the top a little and move it straight down." He did that, feeling his fingers go all along her thigh and calf. She stood on tiptoe with that foot so he could clear her heel before stepping out of it and turning to face him more with the other leg cocked toward him on tiptoe. He carefully stripped down the stocking, making sure the pink fingernails didn't make holes in the thin material. When she stepped out of the stocking, he looked up at her from his knees and saw the little wet spot on the front of her very thin black panties. "Oh!" she said sounding upset again and quickly hoped that he hadn't made her mad at him again. "I've messed these up. I'll have to change them as well." Without an apparent thought, she put her hands in the narrow waistband and pushed them down her legs. It had two terrible effects on him. First, she was very close to him and bent her dangling breasts within a few inches of his face and second he could see the wetness in the funny red folds and hair on her front. She stepped out of them and stood up straight again. He couldn't take his eyes off it. He'd thought about what was on a girl's front before and even seen his little sister in her bath sometimes. But this was different and the fragrance that seemed to be coming from his mother was overpowering. "What are you looking at so intently, Amy?" she said and he realized what he was doing. Embarrassed at being caught, he looked up into her eyes quickly. He was surprised that instead of looking mad, she was smiling at him. "One day your little cunny will look just like this." Amazingly, she cocked out one knee again as she had when he took off her stocking, and put the long fingers of both hands down into the hair there. He looked at what she was doing and saw her open the big soft lips there to reveal a pink trench several inches long. "See? Down here is my pussy," she said instructively as she put her fingertip just inside a little opening down there. "That's where all this wet is coming from. And up here is where mommy pees, just like you. And this little bump here ..." she stopped. "Maybe you can't see it. Let me have your little hand." He put out his hand and let her guide his fingers into the pink trench. "Can you feel it?" she asked. He could and now, when he moved his fingers a little away from it, he could see it as well. "That's called a clittie. That's where girls get all their pleasures from. Well, not all but the best ones." "What do you do with it, mommy?" he said naively. He knew about the hole part. Boys at school had talked about that. But he'd never heard of this. "Well. If you want, you can rub it like this," she said, rubbing his fingers up and down slowly over it. He noticed she had goose bumps on the inside of her legs and seemed to be trembling a little. "Or if you really want to make mommy happy, you can kiss it." Andy couldn't think of anything he'd rather do than make his mother happy in some way today. He was really tired to having her mad. So he leaned forward and kissed her right where his fingers had been. "Yes," she sighed. "A nice sweet little kiss. Mm. If you lick a little bit, that's even nicer." His nostrils were filled with the smell he'd noticed before but now much stronger and mixed with the full power of her perfume. He licked. Immediately, he thought he'd done something wrong because she gasped and put her hand on his head. He looked up. "Oh no, sweet Amy. You did just right. It just felt so very good." She was talking to him in a kind of baby talk. "You need to do it just that way for a little while and don't stop at all until I tell you. Okay? No matter what I do. Just keep doing it." "Okay, mommy," he said and started licking her again. Even though she was very excited and moving funny, kind of like you do when someone is tickling you, after a few minutes, it was sort of boring for him. He wasn't going to stop no matter what but he wanted to see what else was down here at the same time. He used his fingers to touch the inside of her thigh and then the other before he felt around a little higher. The place between her legs seemed mostly like between his from his poop hole to a little way in front of that. But then there was that loose skin again and, he thought, the hole. She gasped, "Oh yes!" when he touched that so he figured it was okay if he did it more. It took him by surprise though when his whole finger went inside her so easy. She gasped again and held his mouth tighter to her front for him to lick her harder. She was sort of bouncing up and down a little. Since one finger was so easy to get in, he tried a second one too and it was just as easy. His mother seemed to like it. She was even playing with her titties with her head back like she really liked it. He put in another finger. "Oh yessss," she hissed. "Fuck me with your little fingers!" He'd heard that word before but he didn't think it was about doing any of this stuff. "Move them in and out, Amy!" she gasped. That he understood and did as she asked. It scared him when she suddenly stiffened and went up on her tiptoes and seemed to vibrate all over. But he didn't stop what he was doing because she had told him not to until she said. Then, instead of holding his mouth to her, she was trying to get him away. "Enough! Enough! Stop now!" she gasped. He stopped and pulled his fingers out of her. He looked at his hand and saw it was coated with wetness. "That was very nice, Amy," she said and got down on her knees in front of him and kissed him on the mouth. Then she looked at his hand and the way he was holding it like it might mess something up. "Oh, we're a little messy, aren't we? Now, never do this with your food at the table, but it would be okay if you licked your fingers off now. You'll like the taste." Her eyes sparkling, she watched the frilly little girl lick her fingers and suck each one like she was cleaning off a mixer beater covered with cake mix. "Okay," she said finally. "Why don't you hang up mommy's suit while she finds something to wear?" He got up, remembering the skirts he was wearing with a start, and got the beige suit. In the closet, he got a hanger and put the short skirt across before putting the jacket over it. Turning a little, he saw his petite mother, still totally naked and standing on one foot with the other cocked like before, looking through her things. "Where does this go, mommy?" "Oh, right there. Over the shoes." He hung it up and turned back to watch her search. It must be so much fun to look through all these beautiful things each day and know you got to wear them as long as you wanted, he thought. "How about this, mommy?" he said, seeing the white silk robe. "Sure. That would be fine, I think," she said, taking it off the hanger and pulling it around herself. A wide belt made of the same light material was tied around her middle. He was pleased with his pick because the top opened so, as she moved, he could see almost all of one or the other of her titties. And it was short so her whole legs showed very prettily. Usually, she only wore the robe on Sunday mornings sometimes before changing into clothes for the day. And she always seemed so happy when she was wearing it. I wonder, she thought, if he knows I wear this after a big sex night with Paul? But how could he. She smiled to herself. *** "Okay, baby," she said as she stood at the sink with that one leg cocked again like before. "You need to do like this, getting all the peeling off each carrot until they're all done. Okay?" He frowned to himself but took the peeler and the carrot. This was Michelle's job or sometimes Tina's. He was a boy and didn't have to do things like this. "Now be careful and don't get peelings all over your pretty dress," she added as she started doing something else. He'd hoped as hard as he could that when they were done in mom's room, she'd tell him to go change clothes. But she hadn't and had, instead, led him by the hand to the kitchen and this job. He heard the front door slam and the noise of running and suddenly remembered. "Mom!" he gasped. "It's the girls." "Yes," his mother said matter-of-factly, still stirring whatever she was making on the stove. "But mom!" he whispered loudly. "They'll see? I mean -- " She came to him and put her arms around him. "Now what's bothering my baby girl, huh?" she said in the baby talk voice again. "Mom!" he whispered again. "The way I'm dressed!" "Well, of course, darling," she said, strangely uncaring. But it was too late now. "Hi mom!" Michelle said without even looking in their direction but going straight for the refrigerator and a Coke. Then she turned around and saw them. "Oh, hi," she said in his direction. What's for dinner, mom, I'm starved and so is Tina." "You'll just have to wait until your daddy gets home and has a few moments." Tina, with her normal exuberance burst into the room then, looked at both of them and then smiled at Andy. "Hi. Who are you?" she said with a kind of smile, looking at him. He couldn't even stammer out a word, his mouth hanging open in embarrassment and confusion. "Hey, that's my old dress, isn't it?" she said coming close and picking up the hem to inspect it. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself, Amy?" his mother said and shrugged when he didn't respond for a moment. "This is Amy. And I loaned her your dress for a little while, Tina." "Oh, okay I guess. So hi, Amy. Come on. I'll show you my dolls." She started to take his hand to lead him out but he didn't want to do anything even approaching playing with dolls. "What a perfectly marvelous idea," his mother said to his surprise. "You've helped out in here for long enough now. You and Tina just go ahead and play. But play nice." Now she did take his hand and he didn't have any choice but to follow her out of the kitchen and upstairs to her room. He still couldn't choke out anything to say. In the room, she let go of his hand and went to the shelves their dad had put up on the wall to hold her dolls and got down the little baby in its pink romper and hat. "This is Baby Bobbi. She's one of my favorites. See, her eyes open and close and she cries. And this is Denise." He looked at the little girl with the short peasant dress and scarf. "I like her, too. And ... huh, that's funny. This is Amy. Just like you. And she's wearing the same thing cause that's what mommy copied when she made that dress for me." She led him to the middle of the floor and sat down with her legs crossed, pulling him down in front of her and giving him the Amy doll. He couldn't help but see the resemblance to the reflection he'd seen in the mirror earlier. "But you're wearing shoes like my sister's instead of mary-janes, huh? Look it," she said jumping from subject to subject so fast it made his head spin like she always did. "You can lift up her dress like Billy Potts did to me at the party and even take her panties off." He frowned. Billy Potts was one of his buddies and he didn't like this about lifting up his little sister's dress. "Billy Potts lifted up your dress?" he said. "Yeah. He said it was cute and that he liked my panties and he wanted to see if they were real." "Then what?" "So then he felt them until he was sure they were real I guess. I liked it anyway." Billy had felt up his little sister? He'd kill him. "And see, you can take this part of your dress down," she said, pulling the straps off one of his shoulders, "and Baby Bobbi can have lunch." She held the baby doll to his nipple and made sucking noise. "Joey Barnes showed me that. Pretty neat, huh?" He couldn't believe it. Joey was another of his buddies. "Say. Do you want me to have lunch? I like to do that and so does my sister." "W-what?" he said, not wanting to understand. "Here," she said and leaned over close to him and pushed the doll away. Then she kissed his little nipple and started sucking like he imagined a baby would. It took his breath away with surprise first. Then he thought it felt pretty good. "Really, I thought having Billy touch my panties was more fun though. Do you want me to do that?" "N-no! No. I don't," he said quickly. She shrugged. "If you want, you can touch mine." Then she laughed because she was still wearing her little girl bikini. "Well, you can touch my swimming suit anyway. Right here, okay?" She spread her skinny little girl legs and pointed between her legs. "I better not," he said, looking at the door. That's when he saw Michelle leaning against the side grinning at them. "It's okay if you want to," Michelle said. "I'll watch out for mom and tell you." Then she frowned. "Maybe you better not though cause my dumb brother will probably be home any second and if he caught you, he'd tell mom. He's such a ... a poop!" "I am not!" he said vehemently. Then he realized what he'd said and gasped. Michelle's eyes got big and her mouth dropped open. Then it changed to a smile. He could see it coming. And it was going to be terrible. That's when he realized that absolutely nothing got by his little sister. "Andy!" she said and then jumped up from the floor. "I'm telling." She ran out of the room while his older sister walked toward him. He could hear her screaming the news excitedly to their mother. "Andy?" Michelle said again, leaning down close in front of him. He felt a tear well up in his eye and just knew he was going to cry, the last possible thing he wanted to do right now. "Wow! Andy. What are you doing?" He could only shrug. "I'll bet you're in a whole world of trouble when mom finds out," she said sympathetically. "She knows. She did it," I said simply with a note of put upon male feeling. "She did! What did you do? You must have really made her mad." "Yeah. I fucked up and got caught kieping a video game at the mall and the guy called mom." "Oh wow! And that was the punishment? A dress?" "I got a spanking with the pancake turner first. Then she put this on me and did all the fingernail stuff and hair and everything." "Bare bottom? She always spanks me bare bottom." "Yeah." Both of them about jumped out of their skins when their mother came back through the door since they hadn't heard her coming in her bare feet. Tina was trailing along a foot behind. "Okay. Now you girls know. Your brother is a thief," she said and Tina gasped like it was the worst thing in the world. "And we don't like people who take other people's things, do we?" "No mommy," Tina said, shaking her head and chewing on a finger as she stared at me. "So instead of your brother, Amy has come to stay with us. Isn't that nice?" No one said anything and I just sat there and let the tear go ahead and roll down my cheek. I couldn't help it. "Mommy, how long does Amy get to stay?" Tina said, looking up at her. "Why forever, of course, darling. Just like you and your sister." My head swam. Forever! This couldn't be for real! "Amy will be here to play dollies with you and cook on the Barbie stove and everything. And, you know what else?" Tina looked expectant and I held my breath hoping it wasn't something worse. "Until we can make her a nice girl room, Amy can stay with you in your room. Won't that be nice?" "Really, mommy? That would be so great!" She was jumping up and down with excitement. "And can she go swimming with us tomorrow?" Leave it to her to get me in even more trouble. "There isn't any swimming tomorrow, honey," I almost passed out with gratitude, "because it's the weekend when the adults and older kids take it over. But Monday she can." Now my head spun. "Oh neat! Is it okay if we play until dinner, mommy?" she continued. "Of course, lovey." She came back and dropped to her knees on the floor in front of me and started rearranging the dolls around herself. And that's when my only hope returned. "Hellooooo," my dad's voice said from the door. "Anybody home?" "Daddy!" Tina cried out and got up. "We're up here, Paul. Come on up." I knew from the sounds that Tina probably caught him near the top of the stairs and threw herself into his arms as she usually did. He appeared at the doorway holding Tina on one arm, her legs wrapped halfway around his waist, her arms around his neck, and her head on his shoulder. "Hello, baby," he said as he leaned down and kissed Michelle. Then he turn to mom and looked her up and down with a big smile. "What do we have planned tonight?" From my position, I could see his hand lift the back of the silk robe and rub her bare bottom as she went up on tiptoes and kissed him. "Mmmm. Welcome home," she said with a big sexy smile. He bounced Tina up off his hip and groaned as he leaned down and put her on her own feet again. That's when he noticed me and smiled. "And who do we have here?" he said. "Daddy you know -- " Tina started but mom stopped her. "This is Amy, Paul," she said simply. "Hello, Amy. It's nice to meet you." He turned back to mom. "One of Tina's friends?" "Yes. Among other things." I wanted to say SOMETHING. But I couldn't figure out what to say. "You kids play nice until dinner. I need to talk to your daddy for a little while." She went off toward the stairs and he leaned back around the door. "Oooo. Hope I'm not in trouble," he said with a big grin. I could understand that a lot better than he could, I thought. *** She led the way into the kitchen and he wasn't at all surprised when she stopped with her back against the cupboard and held her arms out to him, THAT smile covering her face. "Right here?" he said. She grinned and nodded. "What about the kids?" "They're busy and know to stay out for a while." "Whatever you say, you oversexed woman," he kidded as he undid his belt and lowered his pants. She put her arms around his neck and lifted her legs as he entered her and raised her up onto him, leaning her bottom back on the edge of the counter. "God, you're hot!" he gasped just before she covered his mouth with hers and her tongue dove past his teeth. "Mmm, mmm, mmm," she moaned in rhythm with his thrusts into her. Together they tried to be as quiet as possible as he filled her with his come and she had a magnificent orgasm. He broke the kiss and started to let her down and off him. "No, hon. Don't. Leave it in me. I like you there." "But Andy might come through that door any second and the first place he'll hit is the refrigerator." "Don't worry. He won't," she said knowingly holding him tightly in her arms and legs. She took a deep breath, hoping this would go as she wanted it to. "Paul, I have some bad news. And some good news, I hope." "Mmm. I knew there was something." He took a deep breath. "Okay. Hit me with it." "Your son was caught today stealing a video game from a store in the mall. They called me." "What? Oh shit! How stupid can he get? Just wait until he gets -- " "He ... he's home." She held on to him in her most intimate way. Her firm pussy stroked him with every breath. He was considerably distracted by the stroking in spite of his irritation with his son. "And you don't have to worry about punishing him. I just want you to support me in what I decided." "Tell me what ... ah, man, the way you do that drives me crazy," he said, totally distracted by the way she held him inside her, moving. "What ... ah oh ... what's his ... mmm ... his punishment." "He's Amy now, darling," she sighed through the start of her orgasm. "Amy," he repeated, not comprehending as his climax took over his body and he had to concentrate on keeping a little quiet. "Amy." Spent, he softened and she allowed him to fall free and lower her to her own feet. "Amy," he said again. "The little girl I met upstairs? That's ..." Then it was like he'd been pole-axed. He chuckled then. "Only a woman would think of that. You put a dress on him. I absolutely never would have thought of that in a million years." "Oh more than that. I painted her fingernails and toenails and put on little girl make-up. And there's a petticoat under that little dress. Even the little anklets and a curl to her hair." "Her," he said with another chuckle. "I want you to get used to it. I don't want you slipping up." "Oh sure, yeah." "And you wouldn't believe it, Paul. She's soooo sweet. Maybe even sweeter than Tina. Innocent." "So what did you do all day." "Oh, I picked him up at the mall just before noon. My first instinct was to beat him to death and, I guess, I tried a little. With this." She held up the spatula. "Oh ow," he said as he opened his beer and sat down at the table. "But I could just tell that it wasn't going to work. And what more could you do? A talking to? Man to man. That hasn't worked other times. Another paddling? He just didn't respond to that, I don't think. So?" "You know. Maybe this will work. You say he was really good today?" "He knew he was being punished, of course, and knew better than to get nasty with me. But he seems to be responding very well to it all. For instance," she said, holding up a finger. "The girls came home and saw her and immediately Tina wanted to go play with her in her room. I sort of listened in and it could have been two little girls playing in there. Even when she told her sisters who she was, she really truly sounded sorry and like the punishment was deserved." He sipped his beer and thought for a minute. But then he knew. "Yeah. Yeah, I think it might work," he said. "We'd get rid of ninety percent of the problems and just the threat of a repeat would straighten him up. It sure would me!" he chuckled. "So how long did you intend for this punishment to last?" "I hadn't really thought about it. Actually, it was sort of a burst of inspiration. Not like I'd planned it or anything." She knew that was a little white lie since it had crossed her mind more than once when he was doing something that irritated her. "I would like to try it for a while to see what happens though." "Yeah. Okay. So what do you want me to do?" "Well. Support me. I mean, she's a girl. Treat her like one." "Ha. If I did that, treating her like one of our girls, I mean, and she'd done something bad, I'd be the one doing the spanking. Like I always do with the girls." "Yeah. I guess so. And just the way you do the girls' spankings too," she agreed. They both knew it was a combination of pleasure and pain for the girls and something of a turn-on for him as well. "Treat her exactly the same as Michelle and Tina," he said, thinking aloud. "Exactly," she agreed. "What? The weekend, you think?" "Oh, no. I already promised Tina she would be going swimming with her Monday." She frowned. "I don't think it's going to make the necessary impression at all unless it's at least a week. Let's see how it works. Then we'll know better." "We have to make sure that he doesn't feel it's so harsh that he gets depressed or something." "I'll watch. Really. I already asked Jack for the week off to take care of this so I can be here full time to oversee it." "That's probably good. Okay. So you just want me to treat him exactly like the girls." "Exactly." He nodded and she grinned at her little conquest. This had been the hard part. "You know," she said very seductively as she closed the space between them again and lifted his hands to her full breasts. "One of the benefits is that since she's so little, we can send her to bed when Tina goes." "Mmm. Nine o'clock," he said, knowing their bedtime. His "son" insisted he was old enough to stay up until eleven and Michelle got to stay up til ten. Particularly on weekends when the boy frequently got caught up in a late night movie and was impossible to put to bed until it was over. She decided this wasn't the time to talk about remodeling "her" room. *** He really thought that when they sat down at the dinner table, his father would start asking some questions. Like "Where's Andy?" or even about "Amy's" parents. Normal things. But he seemed to take having Amy here in stride, though he seemed to be treating him and Tina the same way, talking the same way to both of them, teasing them both the same way, and acting like Amy belonged. Andy couldn't figure it out. His mother embarrassed him several times during dinner, telling him to clean up his vegetables (something he usually refused), and drinking his milk (because the calcium was good for a young girl's body). Not wanting anything to do with further punishment, he just did as he was told. After dinner, he and Tina were told to take care of the dishes and, to Andy's amazement, when Tina said something about it being Michelle's turn and he started to protest that he didn't do dishes, his father was the one who said, "Do as your mother says." When they finished and went into the living room, Michelle was already stretched out in her just-13 way in Andy's spot on the couch. He swallowed his command for her to move just before he said it. When Tina dropped down on the floor in front of the TV, that only left Tina's usual spot on the loveseat next to their mom. "No, no," his mother said as he started to sit down. He didn't understand until she went on in a whisper. "Smooth down the back of your pretty skirt before you sit down." He did it and really hated it when she put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer to her. Just the same position she sat in with Tina about half the time. Tina usually hugged mom and laid her head on her chest but there was no way he was going to do that. He'd sort of been fighting with it for a while but the petticoat held up the front of the skirt funny and he had to push it down and hold his hands in his lap to keep it there. Not only that but sitting all the way back that way, his feet didn't touch the floor like they did when he slouched, and even stuck out off the edge of the seat a little. He looked over at his dad and saw him looking straight back at him, his knees actually, and grinning. Unable to concentrate on the dumb sitcom on TV, he found himself looking at the way his mom had her legs crossed and the things she did with her feet, squirming them around in circles and things, and lifting up her top leg when she laughed at something on the show, showing off between her legs even to him. He'd seen her do that a couple of times when he was laying on the couch and seen between her legs, even when she was wearing work clothes and panties. He thought it was really sexy. "You should start practicing on being a lady, Amy," she whispered near his ear and moved his leg so it was crossed the way his mother's was. He'd never sat that way in his whole life and it felt really weird. She patted his bare knee and he saw Michelle look at him and chuckle. This wasn't even a little bit funny. Peripherally, one time he looked toward his mom and saw the way the front of her robe was open on one side just to his perspective. And the gap held her breast and hard nipple that seemed like it pointed up in the air almost. Then he couldn't keep his mind or his eyes off it and she made no move to cover it. In fact, that consumed his thoughts and when the TV turned off, he really didn't know what was going on at all. He heard the front thing of his dad's lounger come loose as he sat up and looked that direction. "Amy," he said in a firm voice that Andy recognized. He'd feared this. Tina sat up and turned around on the floor. Michelle sat up. Mom turned toward him and the opening of her robe tightened closed. "Come here." I squirmed until I could get my feet under me and took the short steps to his chair where he'd moved up to the front edge. When I was close enough, he grabbed my biceps with both hands, holding me tightly but gently in front of him with my arms trapped at my sides. He looked straight into my eyes. "Who am I?" he said and I tried to figure out the right answer. Of course he knew who I was. "My dad?" "Uh uh. Daddy." "Yes, daddy," I said as I hadn't for a couple of years. "Mommy told me something. Do you know what she told me?" he said softly, looking into my frightened eyes. "I-I think so," I said, stepping from foot to foot. "She told me you were very bad today. Now I want you to tell me about it." "I ..." I swallowed around my fear. This was really going to be it. Strap for sure. "I went to the mall this morning after everybody left." "And you know you're not supposed to do that by yourself, don't you?" he said harshly. "Yes, daddy. But -- " "No buts. Then what happened?" "I messed around for a while. With the guys and stuff. And then I ..." I tried hard to get the lump out of my throat but it just wasn't going to happen. "I went to the video game store." "And what happened?" "I saw the new Super Mario and I thought I just had to try it," I stumbled. He frowned at me. That wasn't good. "I put it in my pocket." I couldn't breathe. "Without paying for it. You put it in your pocket. And you left the store," he said, now with a scowl. "Yes, d-daddy. I-I'm so sorry -- " "And got caught. Out in the mall." "Y-yes," I stammered, my lip quaking and tears going down both cheeks. "And they called mommy to come get you. You were lucky. They could have sent you to jail!" he said loudly and shook me. "You know that?" "Y-yes, d-daddy. The m-man said it," I said, tears rolling freely down my cheeks now. I wished he'd get out his strap and just beat me a lot with it and get it all over with. I felt terrible. "Then what happened?" I was a little confused but I could only go on like I could. "M-mom picked me up." "Your mommy." "And brought me home and did, well, all this." I sort of picked at the skirt. That was, of course, the memorable part. I didn't think of the spanking. That hadn't been anything. He looked startled. "She brought you home and brushed your hair and painted your fingernails and let you put on this pretty little dress?" He turned his attention to mom with a kind of glare. "Lynn? You did all this for her after she'd been so bad? What's wrong with you?" I looked at mom with a gasp but saw a twinkle in her eye as she squirmed a little on the loveseat. "I spanked her with a pancake turner, Paul." She shrugged. "I just thought -- " He interrupted. "So because you spanked her, you felt sorry for her and made her look so pretty?" he said, an accusation rather than a question. "Oh Paul. She was just so devastated. She knew she was wrong after all." She couldn't keep a little smile off her face. "I don't believe it," he said, shaking him again. "Did you think a little spanking with the pancake turner was a punishment?" "N-no, d-daddy," he burbled. "I knew I would get the strap for this." "The strap?" he almost shouted. "What do you think I am?" Andy didn't know how to respond to that at all. "You know very well how my little girls are punished." Andy's mouth dropped open. This was really the first time it had soaked in that his father was talking to him as if he was a little girl. "Don't you?" he shouted. "Y-yes, daddy," he mumbled, tears popping from his eyes. He'd seen it maybe twenty times. Every time he'd seen it, he'd smirked to himself. He got paddled. Yeah. But he didn't get demeaned and humiliated the way his sisters did. He'd never quite thought of it that way, but that one thing made him glad to be a boy more than most things. "Then take your little panties off right this minute," the man said gruffly. "But d-daddy -- " "Do it right now," he shouted. Andy knew he had to do it and, his arms released, he reached under the petticoats and pulled the frilly panties down his legs to his knees. "All the way, young lady." He pushed them the rest of the way to his ankles and struggled to get his feet out of them. It scared him because he'd seen his sisters from across the room before. Tina usually got the kind where she pulled her panties to her knees and dad slapped her bare bottom a few times while she cried and said she wouldn't do it again. Michelle used to get that kind too but now, when her offenses were worse, she had to take her panties all the way off. Then dad would slap her a little harder a few times, rub her bottom and have her say things, then slap a few more times, and rub her bottom. Andy had seen that his fingers usually went down between her legs that were spread some when he spanked her this way. And everybody could see her down there and how red her bottom got. "Now lay down right here," his father said, indicating his lap and, even as he tried to keep his legs together, somehow got both of Andy's knees outside his. Though his head was between the arm of the chair and his father's side, he knew everybody could see between his legs and the way his little penis fell down between his legs. The slaps on his bottom were nothing. Next to the pancake turner, he almost couldn't feel them. But this was ten times more humiliating. "Oh daddy please!" he screamed just as the girls did in the same position. Hardly any of his words were about spanking his bottom, though he didn't like that. Mostly it was about being embarrassed in front of everybody. His father's hand rubbed his cheek where he'd spanked. "What did you do wrong?" his father said. "I stole a game. Please daddy," he cried, tears rolling down his cheeks and sobs racking his body. A half dozen more slaps on the other cheek before more rubbing. "Will you ever ever steal anything again?" "No daddy! Never!" Six more slaps and his father's hand between his legs rubbing. Andy couldn't believe it. His little penis was hard and throbbing. "Ever? Ever? Ever? Ever? Ever?" Delivered with each slap. "No daddy no daddy. I'll never take anything again. I swear." More rubbing between his legs and he knew why his sisters wouldn't talk about getting spanked. The worst part for him was that his small dick was hanging free down there between his legs, as he was alternately spanked and rubbed, and he thought they could all see it. Another dozen slaps and he was turned around and sitting on his father's lap, the man's arms around him. Now he had to sit there facing them all with tears running from his reddened eyes and his blue panties hanging on one foot. Could they see under the skirt too? His mother's eyes sparkled above her smile. Tina sat on her knees on the floor with her thumb in her mouth, staring at him. His father hugged him, his big arms around Andy's, keeping him from covering his face or even the front of the skirt. "Don't you see, sweetie? Daddy loves his little girls and wants them to be the very best little girls in the world." Finally his arms were released from the hug and back on his shoulders to guide him to stand. "Now give daddy a big hug and a kiss." Andy turned back to his father and had to bend down and into the chair more to put his arms around his fathers neck. He hadn't kissed his dad at all for years and didn't remember ever kissing him on the lips as his father directed now. Bent over in the short skirt, the panties still around his ankle, he knew everyone could see his red bottom sticking up as he kissed his father and then (to stop it he told himself) hugged his neck hard and whispered, "I'm sorry, daddy," through little sobs. "Will you be my good little girl now?" "Yes, daddy," he responded. "Okay. Why don't you go back and sit with mommy?" Andy thought he'd done a lot of very strange things today and been forced to do many more. But, even as he said it, he wondered why he asked the next question. "Daddy? Can I sit with you?" he said in a squeaky voice, fearing rejection. "Oh. Well sure, I guess," his father said, moving him away and repositioning himself in the big chair. "Here. Let's pull these back up." He reached forward and pulled the panties back into place before Andy turned around and started to get into the chair. His father put his hands on his waist and lifted him back onto his lap. "There we go. One more show before bed time," he said and pushed the button on the remote. It was another sitcom that Andy had always thought was stupid but he acted like he was watching it. What he was really doing, as he stared at the TV tube, was feeling a whole new set of feelings and reactions. First, he felt the heat and tingling of his freshly spanked bottom magnified by the heat of his father's lap. Next, he felt the vulnerability of sitting with his shorter, bare legs stuck out almost straight on either side of his father's where he could look at the little anklets with the blue baby animals and the shiny black shoes on his feet. And last, he felt the amazing heat of his father's hands, one on his bare left leg and the other as it absently played with the ruffles at the front of the little blue panties. He didn't know what the show was about when it ended and his mother spoke up again. "Okay. Tina. Amy. It's time for bed," she said to his surprise. He thought of his standard objection to this delivered much later but dismissed the idea immediately. Tina whined a little. "Tina. I want you to find your sister the very cutest shortie nightie you have for her to wear tonight. Okay? "Michelle? Maybe you could help out and get into your night clothes at the same time." "Okay," Michelle said right away. Dad again lifted him out of the chair with strong hands on either side of his waist. *** As soon as the children had left the room, Lynn left the loveseat and crawled into the lounger beside her husband put her arms around his neck and one sexily naked leg across his lap. She could see his hard-on as she'd seen it during the preceding hour. "It was perfect!" she whispered, kissing his cheek. "I felt so bad for him," he said and was immediately corrected by his wife. "Her! Remember! Her!" "Yeah. Okay. So I felt sorry for her. She was just devastated by the spanking." He chuckled. "When 'she' was a boy, I could have beat on his butt for an hour with only about two tears and an insincere 'I'm sorry' or 'I won't do it again.' But she was absolutely, one hundred percent sincere in being sorry this time." "I told you," she said as her hand covered the bulge in his pants. "I hate to admit it but you were right." He tried to think as she rubbed the front of his pants. "You know, she's really cute in that dress and the little shoes and socks. Even her little face is so sweet and innocent." "Was that why you were so interested in her panties?" she said. He stiffened. "I saw you sitting there rubbing her panties." She chuckled. He didn't say anything. What could he say? "You know, the girls will be back in a minute. And Tina's been such a little trooper about this -- sharing her clothes and even agreeing to share her bedroom tonight -- you need to be sure and tell her." "Sure. I didn't think she'd get along with another girl in the house like that." "And your oldest girl was feeling a little left out, I think. I think you better give her some attention, too." "Yeah. Sure. No problem." "I'm going to go see how they're doing," she said as she squirmed back out of the big chair. Then she put one foot up over the arm of the chair, opening the bottom of the short robe to her moist slit. Her long finger traced the line before she moved it to her mouth and licked the glistening liquid off. "Then I think I'll take a nice long bath