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The Taming of the Drew by Karen Elizabeth L. Drew just wanted to take a short ride on his friends dirt bike. Just up the street and back again. He knew that his mom would never let him buy the bike, she thought they were too dangerous and worried that he'd get hurt. "When she ever going to lighten up and let me do what the other guys are doing?" Drew thought to himself as he straddled the bike. "She's been treating me like a girl ever since dad died. I'm fourteen and I can handle myself!" He thought gunning the motor. Drew released the brake and felt the bike begin to accelerate. The wind against his face felt wonderful, the roar of the unmuffled engine was music to his ears. Turning to look at his friend he mouthed "This is great" just seconds before he crashed headlong into the parked truck. Drew's mother heard the sirens then minutes later a knock on the door. "Mrs. Townland," The officer said. "I'm afraid your son's been hurt, would you please come with me?" The local police were no stranger to Drew's mother. Ever since his dad died he'd become more and more rebellious and troublesome with each passing year. This however was the first time they'd ever been so calm, so seemingly upset when they spoke with her. She followed the officer a few houses up the street to where an ambulance stood with it's light flashing, the medics hunched over a figure in the street. "No!!!" She screamed as she began to run. "Not Drew, please God, not Drew!" Hours later she sat sobbing in the waiting room of a nearby hospital where Drew had been taken. She lifted her head at the sound of a door opening to see a figure approaching. A figure was all she could make out through her tears until finally it placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke. "He's pretty badly banged up Mrs. Townland," The figure who had turned out to be an Emergency Room doctor explained. "Head injuries are tricky to handle but the x-rays show nothing life threatening. We'll just have to keep an eye on him for some time to make sure nothing unexpected occurs." "Will he be okay later?" Drew's sister Barb asked. "I mean mentally, you know?" The doctor shook his head. "That's the really tough part I'm afraid. Injuries like this one have been known to change people." "Change, how?" Barb asked holding her mother tightly. "Your brother may not be the same person he was before. Sometimes patients become withdrawn, other times they seem to become argumentative, even violent in some rare cases. It's just too early to tell yet." Drew's mother stared blankly at a wall ahead. "Argumentative, violent? He wasn't far from that now" were the thought that she tried desperately to shut out of her mind. Drew's mother and sister took turns staying by his bedside for the two months after he was released to the rehabilitation hospital until he could finally go home. Their worst fears seem confirmed when some days he was happy, while other times he cursed and screamed at them and the nurses who took care of him. There was no rhyme nor reason to his mood swings, no way to know what any day might bring. Two weeks after his homecoming nothing had changed for Drew or his mom and sister. He had occasional headaches and had problems sleeping because of nightmares brought about by the accident. His mother was nearly at her breaking point, his sister ready to kill the brother she once loved. Some days Drew would curse and scream yet on others he was the perfect child. His mother and sister desperately sought relief from the mood swings. "I can't take much more of this mom," Barb told her mother after a particularly grueling day. "I don't know how you put up with that ungrateful little SOB." "That little SOB is still my son and I still love him," Her mother sighed. "This accident only makes his hell worse." "His hell?" Barb asked in shock. "What hell does he have to worry about? I think he's got life pretty good!" "At his age all boys begin to rebel," Her mother explained. "It's part of becoming a man, they want to be independent, especially of their mothers. His accident seems to be intensifying this and causing him a lot of suffering." "Why are boys so complicated mom?" Barb asked. "Why couldn't they grow up as smoothly and as quickly as girls do?" Her mother smiled. "It would make for a more peaceful world wouldn't it?" Barb thought about what her mother had said. If only Drew had been a girl the accident would never have happened, the agony for all would never be occurring. There had to be a way to settle her brother down before both she and her mother lost their minds. One morning Barb was watching a TV Talk show when the idea hit her. Although the people being interviewed appeared to be six women they were in reality three men and their wives. The wives had gotten tired of their domineering, tyrannical husbands and had without their husband's knowledge changed them into women. The wives still lived with their husbands but as sisters and both wives and husbands swore that they were never happier. Barb suddenly realized that her prayers were being answered! Her mom had said that Drew's being rebellious and hard to get along with stemmed from his entering puberty and the onslaught of his male hormones kicking in. The head injury only made it worse. There wasn't anything to do about the head injury but wait, if she and her mom could last. The hormones were another matter altogether. Without all those pesky male hormones Drew would go through puberty the way she had, calmly and quietly. Of course he'd end up as a girl but there wouldn't be such tension in their home, they could live peacefully as a mother and her daughters. Barbara quickly jotted down the name of the company the wives had used then hurried off to do a little web surfing on her PC. Minutes later she had what she was looking for on the screen in front of her, the home page for a company called Under Control Inc.. The company sold a wide range of products but they were all designed to do one thing, to turn men into women. They guaranteed results and that all products were totally safe when used as directed. They had everything from powder that would allow a person to be hypnotized, hormone tablets that would cause a normal man's body to think it was a girl going through puberty, and what really interested Barb - tapes with subliminal hypnotic suggestions! These tapes, depending on the level used the advertisement read, could be used to trick a normal male into wanting to wear women's clothing all the way to making him want to be a woman! Barb quickly bookmarked the site. This was something her mother had to see! When her mother got home that afternoon Drew was in his usual nasty mood screaming for something to eat. When his mother finally brought him his dinner he complained that it didn't taste good, it was cold, and wanted something else instead. She went back to the kitchen looking wearier than Barb could ever remember seeing her. "I can't take it much more," She muttered as she sank into a chair and began to cry. "Something's got to give, him or me!" "I think I found something that could help," Barb offered. "Care to see?" "Anything, I'll try anything right now." Her mother murmured as she followed Barb to the PC. Barb called up the site then gave the chair to her mom. "Didn't the doctor say that they didn't know what might happen to him because of the head injury?" She asked coyly. "What a shame if he were to find himself wanting to be a sweet, well behaved, well mannered, girl." "I don't think it's tight Barb," Her mother shook her head. "You just can't change a normal boy into a girl like that . It just can't be done." Barb shook her head in dismay. "I think it's our only chance mom." "Let me think about it," Was all her mother could say before Drew started screaming for her. The next day she was eating lunch at work with a coworker she had become friends when the woman mentioned how run down she looked. "It's my son Drew, he's driving me and Barb nutty with his nasty temper and demands." "This is from his head injury right?" Her friend asked. "What have the doctors said?" "He may never improve," She sighed heavily. "They say sometimes people are that way for the rest of their lives. I don't know if I can take it though." Her friend put her hand on her arm. "There must be some hope for you Joan," She said soothingly. Drew's mother looked at her friend then scanned the room to make sure that they were alone. "Barb thinks that she found a way but it's too weird, it would never work." Drew's mother then went on to explain about the Under Control program. When she was done her friend smiled. "What if I told you that Barb is right?" Drew's mother shook her head. "I appreciate your trying to help but it would never work. That sort of thing just can't be done Carrie." "It can and it was," Her friend replied with a smile Carrie then went on to tell Drew's mother a story of a very aggressive, hard driving man named Richie who had tried to change his nephew into a girl with the same products. The plot had unintended consequences though, the nephew became a sweet little girl who blossomed into a very attractive young woman but the uncle also ended up in dresses. "That's ridiculous," Drew's mother laughed. "It could never happen." "It can, it did, and I'm living proof of it," Her friend told her as she fished around in her purse. She handed Drew's mother a picture of a man standing next to a little boy. The man looked vaguely familiar but the little boy was what really caught Drew's mother's attention. Although he was clearly a boy he was dressed in a frilly party dress with anklets and girl's shoes. "Now compare that to this," Her friend handed her another picture of a woman and a little girl. If the girl wasn't the boy in the first picture she was his twin sister but the woman was definitely her friend Carrie who looked very much like the sister of the man in the first picture. "Oh my God!" Drew's mother gasped when her mind made the connection. "But how? Why?" "How was Under Control," Her friend said proudly. "As for why, my sister retaliated when she found out what was going on. It was too late for her son though as it was for me once I heard that first tape. It all worked out for the best though, my sister and her daughter are happy, I'm happy and so is my husband." Drew's mother's eyes grew wide in shock. "Husband?" "Proof of how thorough the Under Control program is, " Carrie laughed. "I fell in love just like any other woman and after a few changes I became a happily married lady." Drew's mother stared at the pictures for several long minutes then handed them back. She knew what had to be done. Later that evening Drew's mother asked Barb to show her the advertisement again. Her mother stared at the page in silence for several minutes. Finally she turned to Barb. "Could you get my credit card out of my wallet Barb?" Was all she said. Several evenings later the women were busy opening a package from UCI containing numerous tapes and CD's. They all had very innocuous titles such as nature sounds or even song listings that Drew enjoyed. All they had to do was to get him to listen to one tape and he'd never stop until he was finished with the entire set. Once finished his thought pattern would be indelibly overwritten with a desire to be a girl. It would start out subtly at first but there would be no stopping the progression even if Barb and her mom wanted to. Barb insisted on giving the first tape to Drew. "He's been more trouble to me and I want to start my new sister off on the right track!" She proclaimed as she walked to his room with a little more spring to her step than usual. "Got ya something to listen to Drew," She smiled broadly and handed him the first tape. "It's supposed to help ya relax and sleep better." Drew pulled the tape from her hand and scowled. "I could use some sleep but I don't know about goofy nature sounds." "Hey, give it a try," Barb urged. Not wanting to risk his not using the tape she quickly grabbed it and placed it into his tape deck. "Now just relax and listen, you'll be surprised how much help this will be!" She turned the tape on and left the room. "Help to mom and me!" She said under her breath. "Sleep tight little sister!" As the tape started to play Drew felt annoyed. He thought about reaching over and turning off the tape so he could watch TV but the thought just seem to melt from his mind. He relaxed , closed his eyes and fell fast asleep. Barb and his mother checked in on him an hour later and found him fast asleep, an angelic smile on his face. The change in personality wasn't overnight although Drew was in a little better mood than he been in the day before. One morning, a few weeks later Barb checked in before she left for class. "How are you feeling today?" She asked feigning concern. She was at the point where she no longer cared how he felt. "I slept like a baby when I listen to this Barb," He exclaimed cheerfully, holding up the tape he'd been listening to for weeks. "Thanks for that tape!" Barb's heart jumped into her throat. "Anytime, I've got a couple more if you're interested." She offered. "I'll take whatever you have!" Drew replied with a smile. "Nice outfit by the way. That color really looks good on you." "They're in on my dresser, help yourself." Barb managed to hold her excitement in check. "Thanks for the compliment!" She smiled then set off for school giddy with excitement. "Nice outfit?" She thought to herself. "Drew never noticed anything about me before, but now he not only notices what I'm wearing but how I look. I can't wait to see how this works out!" That evening she pulled her mother into her bedroom and gave her the news. "Check this out," She whispered as they went through the catalog which came with the tapes. "He's listening to a tape right now that will increase his current slight interest in girl's clothes by another one hundred percent! I've got all of my drawers arranged so that I can immediately tell if something is missing. How about you mom?" "Same here," Her mother chuckled when she thought about what she had done. "And I've moved my prettiest lingerie to the front of my drawers. By the way, do you still have that dress you wore to your freshman orientation?" "The peach colored one with the princess waist?" Barb asked. "It's in the back of my closet somewhere, why?" "Because I want you to move it out to the front," Her mother said with a sly laugh. "We want to make this as easy as we can for your sister don't we?" "Mom, you are a crafty little devil!" Barb laughed as she dug through her closet. "I can't wait to see him in this!" She pulled the dress out from the back of her closet where she had sent it to exile and placed in very close to the front. "I still can't believe that my nasty little brother is really going to become a sweet little sister, it's a dream come true! The women watched and waited as changes began to pop out on an almost daily basis. Drew was no where near as nasty as he had been but he still had a long way to go before his behavior could be considered decent. Almost a month after his coming home he was no longer confined to bed but was still not able to concentrate well enough to return to classes. He was able to care for himself and had progressed to making his own lunch when his mother and Barb weren't home. To the delight of his mother and sister he was also spending a great deal more time listening to the CD's and tapes they had bought for him. Barb came home from class one afternoon to find Drew engrossed in a soap opera. Knowing that he'd never watched them or had any interest in them before she was overcome with curiosity. "What're you watching?" She asked as he quickly changed the channel. "Nothing," Drew quickly replied as he kept changing the channels. "Nothing good on. Just some silly soap opera." "Yeah they are a little silly aren't they," Barb commented as she sat down to watch. "But the women have some really pretty outfits and they look so good in them." "Yeah, that black dress that Tina's wearing in the show is so pretty!" Drew was horrified to realize what he had just said but he couldn't seem to stop. "That hairstyle looks terrible though." "The funny thing is that they pay someone a lot of money to come up with goofy hairstyles like that!" Barb had a tough time trying not to laugh at the thought of her tough little brother commenting on an actresses outfit and hairstyle was unimaginable yet she knew what she had heard. Not wanting to risk tipping Drew off Barb didn't press any further but instead went to her room to see if Drew had been using any of her things. Drew was frantic with worry once Barb left. Had he really been talking to his sister about women's outfits and hairstyles? What was she thinking of him? He felt very lucky that she didn't seem to find it odd for him to notice such things. Meanwhile in her room Barb was dismayed to find that everything had been exactly as she'd left it. "At least he's been watching the soaps and really noticing things other boys would never care about." She thought to herself. "Something's starting to give." As the days went passed Barb and her mother began to see more signs that the tapes were taking their toll on Drew. His hair which hadn't been cut in some time was covering his ears but yet it wasn't in the least bit straggly. Instead it appeared to be well kept and had the shine that came from frequent, prolonged brushing. Drew was becoming more and more confused as the days wore on. He felt as though he was being pulled into something unknown yet very pleasant. When he complimented Barb on her outfit that day he nearly bit his tongue trying not to say anything but he couldn't seem to stop himself and once they were out he felt very happy and calm. It was a good thing too he felt since he just couldn't seem to control his mouth. Whenever he noticed something that struck him as being in the least bit pretty it seemed like he just had to say something about it. Neither his mom nor his sister seemed to find anything unusual in his more frequent outbursts and had even asked his opinion on an outfit once or twice. He hadn't shown a great deal of concern for his looks before but recently he felt compelled to spend time every morning after his shower brushing his hair. The first time he ran his sister's borrowed brush through his hair he felt the strange calm and peacefulness that had overcome him when he'd given barb the compliment. He continued brushing and brushing counting as he went until finally he'd done it fifty times on each side and his hair shined in the light. He tried several times to simply run a comb through his hair or even to leave it untouched but one glance in a mirror and he found that he just had to brush it until it looked perfect. One morning after his mother and sister had left for the day Drew was laying in bed listening to one of his new CD's when the memory of his complimenting Barb popped into his mind. What was it about her that caught his attention? She wasn't wearing anything special, just her usual school uniform of a dark blue, pleated skirt, white blouse, and a pink sweater but for some reason Drew thought she looked very pretty in a simple sort of way. The image of the sweater lingered in Drew's mind and nothing he did would get rid of it. He tried reading a comic book but whenever he came to a page with a girl on it the image of the sweater would come into his head. He tried watching TV but felt drawn to the soap operas but that seemed to make things even worse. As he watched he couldn't help but noticing how the actresses were dressed, how their hair was done, and even their makeup. Finally, unable to take any more he turned off the TV and went to his room to take a nap. Passing Barb's room Drew felt an overwhelming urge to go in and look around. "What am I doing here?" He asked himself as he stood in the middle of his sister's bedroom. "I already have all of the CD's and tapes and Barb doesn't have a single book that I'd ever want to read." Drew was about to leave the room when he saw it. There on a chair in the corner was the pink sweater! He walked over to the chair and stared at the sweater trying to understand it's attraction. He picked the sweater up from the chair and looked at it very carefully then suddenly he pulled it over his head. Staring at his reflection in the mirror Drew started to laugh then stopped suddenly and turned sideways. "Too bad I don't have boobs" He found himself thinking. "I'd look so hot in this if I just had some nice boobs to fill it out." Drew stopped pulling and relaxed, enjoying the smoothness of the sweater as he held it tight. Inexplicably all desire to remove it seemed to vanish and he pulled it back down and smoothed it out. A glance in the mirror sealed his fate, all misgivings vanished and he was immediately overcome with a sense of well being and happiness. He smiled at the image in the mirror thinking of how nice he looked in pink. Drew found Barb's bras in the second drawer he opened. Pulling out the first one he found he quickly stuffed others that had been tangled with it back into the drawer again. The bra wasn't very fancy, just plain white cotton with lace trim on the front but it was a treasure to Drew who stripped off the sweater and his shirt in preparation for wearing his first bra. Putting his arms through the straps Drew quickly pulled the bra close to his chest but after several minutes of trying still could not get the hooks closed in the back. Drew removed the bra, examined it closely then did the hooks before pulling it over his head and down to his chest. "There's got to be an easier way of doing this, Barb puts these things on all the time and if she can do it so can I." He though as he straightened the straps. He couldn't help but notice the pounding of his heart as he looked at himself. It was exciting and thrilling and he felt great! Once he had the bra fixed to his liking Drew pulled the pink sweater back on and went back to admiring himself in the mirror. "Not bad," He said to himself as he noted the two small bumps created by the bra. "But not big enough, I wonder what it would be like to be built like some of the girls at school?" Once again Drew searched through Barb's things until he came up with several pairs of socks which he stuffed into the bra. "Much better, He thought. "It feels kind of goofy but I like it!" It was thrilling for Drew to realize that the girl in the mirror was him, it was thrilling and it seemed so right. Drew spent the next several hours in Barb's sweater and bra only changing minutes before he knew she'd be home. He placed the sweater back on the chair but as he went to put the bra back in the drawer he had second thoughts. "She'll never miss this one bra," He told himself as he put the bra in his pocket. "She's got plenty of them and this will let me wear it whenever I want.." He returned to his room and quickly hid the bra in the back of one of his drawers. Later that day Barb immediately noticed that the sweater had once again been moved but could barely keep from shouting in glee when after noticing her drawers had been looked through found a bra missing. "Those tapes are magic," She found herself thinking. "He was wearing my sweater again today and one of my bras is missing!" Barb rearranged her drawers with a smile on her face then set about making dinner, bursting with excitement over her discovery. Her mother noticed her mood immediately but waited until Drew was out of earshot before asking about it. "The sweater again?" Her mother smiled. "It must really get to him." Barb raised her eyebrows. "Especially when he wears a bra with it!" "A bra too!" Her mother had to force herself not to laugh or shout. "Are you sure?" "Positive," Barb said firmly then went on to explain what she had seen in her room. "I know he moved my sweater and I checked everywhere but can't find that bra. He must have it, he's hooked." "Hook, line, and sinker," I'd say. We have to be careful to avoid scaring him. No matter what he says or does act like it's perfectly normal." Her mother urged as She and Barb compared Drew's progress against what the pamphlets had predicted. The women watched and waited for more signs of his feminization and it didn't take long for him to give them what they wanted. He began wearing the bra he'd borrowed under the loose tops he wore to bed believing that no one would notice the small bumps where no bumps should have been. Once Barb and his mom left the house he'd change into Barb's sweater and add padding to fill out his bust then spend the rest of the day reading or watching the soaps, admiring the beautiful outfits of the actresses and wondering how he'd look in a particular dress or gown. One morning bored of wearing the same old sweater, Drew decided to find something else he could wear He began to open drawers in Barb's dresser and soon his gaze fell upon a powder blue nightgown that Barb had gotten for her last birthday. With it's silky feel. lace straps, and lace trim at the bodice and hem it was just what he needed to replace the pink sweater. He slowly removed his clothes to prolong the suspense then lifted the satin nightgown and slid it over his head shivering with delight as it touched his bare chest and legs. He wanted to wear his bra with the pretty nightgown but he'd seen Barb and his mom in nightgowns to know that a bra wouldn't be worn with one. As he stared at himself in the mirror he found himself thinking that there was something wrong. Not in wearing a frilly nightgown, no there wasn't anything wrong in that. Something was missing, that's what was wrong! "What am I missing?" Drew found himself thinking as he examined himself in the mirror. "What would Barb be wearing?" He felt momentarily foolish when he realized that he needed underwear. Not the white cotton briefs his mom bought him but the fancy, silky, colored underwear he'd seen in Barb's drawers. Drew had spent so much time going through Barb's dresser admiring her clothes that by then he knew his sister's drawers almost as well as she did. He knew just which drawer to open and which pair of Barb's panties he wanted to wear. It just happened that Barb had a pair of blue panties that were nearly a perfect match in color to the nightgown and as a bonus they had a lace waistband and lace trim at the leg openings. Drew was out of his briefs and had the panties on in a flash! Once he had the panties on and lowered the nightgown Drew suddenly felt different. As he looked in the mirror he threw back his shoulders, clasped his hands in front of him and adopted a stance to mimic the way he'd seen girls stand. He smiled, ran his fingers through his shiny hair and fluttered his lashes. He felt unbelievably refreshed and alert. He felt the satin nightgown brush against his legs then rubbed his hand over his nightgown to feel the slipperiness of the nightgown sliding over the panties. All of these feelings along with the flowery smell that something in Barb's drawer imparted to the nightgown rushed to his brain and triggering a response created by the tape that flooded his brain with a desire to dress as a girl. Slipping his feet into a pair of his sister's slippers Drew then left to have breakfast and enjoy a day of relaxing and enjoying the wonderful new sensations that were created each time the nightgown brushed against his bare skin. Later, laying back on the couch he paid more that his usual careful attention to the actresses on his now favorite soap operas. He studied the way they were dressed, how their hair was styled, the way they moved, talked , and stood, determined to become every bit as beautiful and graceful as they were. Hours later his favorite shows having ended Drew wondered what he could do for the rest of the afternoon. It would be several hours before Barb would be home and there was nothing interesting on television in that time. He picked up one of Barb's favorite magazine which he found on the table in from of him and began to look through it. The instant he began to read Drew was overcome with the oddest feeling. He couldn't believe his luck at having found the magazine, it felt as though he'd been starving and had just come across a feast and could not tear himself away from the table. The magazine was filled with the most fascinating articles on fashion for teen age girls. There were so many pretty outfits and great ways to mix and match them, the articles proclaimed, it was a wonderful time to be a girl! Drew carefully read each article and studied every photo with an intensity he never felt in school. The combination of the magazine and tapes he'd listened to had the desired effect. Drew set the magazine down on the table and walked towards his sister's bedroom where her clothes seemed to be calling to him. He wasn't at all sure what was driving him on but he just had to check out his sister's stuff. For several weeks after that Drew painstakingly went through his sister's and then his mother's lingerie trying on many different styles and colors of slips, bras, and panties. He couldn't believe the excitement he felt as he modeled each item in front of a mirror and never realized how his actions were reinforcing the programming his mother and sister had set in place. He was thrilled with Barb's pretty underwear and loved wearing his mother's lace trimmed full slips over Barb's bra's and panties. One day he found a garter belt and nylons in his mother's drawer. Taking his time he worked first one than the other stocking over his feet and up his legs before attaching them to the tabs at the end of the elastic lace garters. As he looked in the mirror he was overcome with an excitement that he had never experienced before and began to feel a desire to look more and more like his sister. Slipping on a pair of his mom's heels he did his best to walk without breaking an ankle all the while admiring how sexy his legs looked in heels. His excitement quickly turned to panic as he heard the front door open and Barb calling out to him. "I'll be down in a minute Barb," He called back trying to control the panic in his voice. He pulled off the heels and ran up the steps just in time to avoid discovery. There was no time to change and replace the items he'd borrowed, he rushed to pull on his jeans and a shirt taking a chance that Barb wouldn't notice his nylon clad feet sticking out from the bottom of his jeans or the pink lace trim on the waistband of the panties he wore. Barb noticed but said nothing, preferring instead to do all she could to keep him from getting a chance to change. When their mother came home Drew once again attempted to return to his room and change but Barb would have none of it. "Come on Drew," Barb chided as he tried to slip away. "Help out a little, just cause you're a boy doesn't mean you can't set a table. I'm not going to do everything around here while you sit back and watch." Trapped, Drew helped set the table being careful not to get too close to his mother and sister worried that they would somehow be able to tell what he wore. Throughout dinner Barb enjoyed causing Drew to squirm uncomfortably. "I was thinking about going to the Halloween dance as a hooker this year, what do you think mom?" She asked with a smile. "You know, a really short skirt, some sexy looking nylons with a garter belt, spike heels." "I don't think so," Her mom replied. "That's a little too sexy. Why not something sweet like a Barbie doll for example. Your hair's nice and long and we could get you a temporary hair color to make it blond?" "No, that's too grade school," Barb shook her head. "My friends would never let me live it down. Barbie's for little girls. I need something original, something that none of the other girls would even think about." "Why not go as a little girl?" The words were out of Drew's mouth so quickly he had no chance to stop them. "You know a frilly little girl style dress, petticoats, patent leather shoes, and hair ribbons? I'll bet you'd be the only girl with that kind of costume." Drew wanted to reach out to the clock on the wall and turn time back. Why had he said such a thing? His mother smiled. "That's a great idea Barb!" His mother gushed. "I'll bet the boys would go nuts. There's something about a sexy little girl look that drives men insane, right Drew?" "Uh, sure mom, I guess so." Drew shrugged, unsure of how he'd escaped certain ridicule for his suggestion but not willing to push his luck. After a moment's thought Barb agreed. "Thanks Drew, I can't wait to see how the guys at the dance react when they see me. Maybe I'll carry a big sucker with me to complete the look." "Mind if I go to my room mom," Drew asked as he moved away from the table. "I've got a headache and I'd just lie to relax for a little bit?" "Why not just take an aspirin and spend a little time with us Drew?" Barb asked sweetly. "You never seem to want to be around mom and me." "Come on Drew, stick around and help us out on this." His mother begged. "After all the costume was your idea. What color do you think would be best, should she be a particular character like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz?" His mother's pressure seemed relentless and soon Drew was caught up in the planning of his sister's costume sharing the excitement and laughter. It seemed so easy to forget that he was a boy, his mother and sister seemed to treat him as just another girl as they talked of dresses, panties, and other intimate details. That night he had many happy dreams of dancing with a boy in his class while wearing a pretty yellow dress with puffy sleeves, stiff petticoats, and ruffled panties. He felt as though he were lighter than air as the boy guided him across the dance floor, his patent leather shoes barely skimming the ground. When the morning sun peeking through his curtains Drew felt a great sadness as he dreamed of having to say goodbye to his dance partner. With a final, lingering kiss he said goodnight and found himself alone in his bed wearing the nightgown and panties he'd taken from Barb.. Later that morning he was once again reading through Barb's fashion magazine when suddenly he had an urge to go to Barb's room. He stood in front of Barb's closet wondering what he was going to do. He felt just a tiny bit strange wearing his sister's nightgown and panties but he couldn't seem to work up the urge to take them off until now. Now he not only didn't want to take them off he couldn't seem to wait to add to them. Inside of the closet he caught site of the dress that Barb and his mother had set out to entice him. He checked the clock to make sure he wouldn't risk Barb's walking in on him then pulled the dress out of the closet and set about finding the necessary things to wear with it such as a slip and his bra. "Sort of like my long underwear," Drew thought as he sat on his sister's bed a half slip pulled up to his thighs as he carefully worked on a pair of Barb's pantyhose. "Except they feel so much nicer and my legs look so pretty now!" Drew felt good about the way he looked, his new bra fit very well and his nylon clad legs looked very sexy as they protruded from the lace trim at the bottom of the slip he wore. He slowly removed the dress from it's hanger and stared at it. If his mother or sister caught him wearing a dress he'd never live it down, he was sure of that, but what difference would a dress make when he was already wearing everything a girl would wear under the dress? Drew held his breath and lifted the dress over his head then wiggled, squirmed, and tugged until it fell into place. He struggled and twisted for several minutes trying to reach the zipper to close the back of the dress but finally had to admit defeat satisfying himself that from the front he looked just as good as Barb did in that dress. Drew slipped his nylon covered feet into a pair of Barb's shoes that were sitting near the dress in her closet. He chalked it up to sheer luck that the shoes were a perfect color match for the dress and the low heels were just right for a beginner in heels. He'd never know that his mother and sister had carefully planned this important step in his transition. Drew tried on several different dresses that afternoon reluctantly stopping only to avoid being caught by his sister. He put everything away as carefully as he could but decided that not only wouldn't Barb miss a bra she'd never miss a nightgown she didn't wear or a single pair of panties. "She has more than enough nightgowns and panties," Drew told himself as he tucked his new treasures into his dresser. "It wouldn't hurt her to share a little bit!" His sister made certain that their mother knew exactly what had happened that afternoon, another milestone had been passed on the way towards making Drew into a girl. Barb thought that it was a shame that Drew didn't know what was happening to him or what the final results would be but her mother warned her not to do anything to disrupt their plans. Drew was just beginning to break free of his tyrannical behavior and his mother did not care to chance it's return. At least not before they started part two of the UCI program on him. It was a few short days after Drew had dressed completely as a girl that part two started. One morning at breakfast Drew's mother handed him a pill which she said would really help control his terrible headaches. "But I'm tired of taking pills mom," He protested. "The headaches aren't so bad anymore either." "Take them please Drew," His mother insisted. "I'm sure you'll feel better once you get a few of these into you. It may take a week or two though, you have to build a certain level of the chemical in your system for them to work properly." Drew shrugged and swallowed the pill. Lately he just didn't seem to fell like arguing as much as he did before. "Was that part two?" Barb asked as she and her mother left the house. She had barely been able to restrain from asking her mother inside. Her mother smiled and nodded her head. "That should calm him down nicely in a week or so." "That's the one that stops his body from making all of those pesky male hormones isn't it?" Barb asked excitedly. "Do you think he'll notice any difference?" "He'll probably be thrilled with the difference. His skin will be getting much softer and your dresses will start to fit better!" Her mother laughed. "Can I give him the other tapes now?" Barb pleaded. "I can't wait to see how he starts acting when his friends stop over to visit!" Drew really enjoyed the music video's his mother bought for him and it didn't take much time at all for him to become addicted to them, often spending several hours a day watching the tapes while his dressing up soon shifted into high gear. Each morning after his mother and sister left he would rush to one of their rooms and choose an outfit to wear. Sometimes it was one of his mother's special evening dresses or one of Barb's prom gowns complete with the appropriate lingerie. Other times though he found himself drawn specifically to his mother's sexiest lingerie and would spend his day in the laciest panties, bras, and garter belts that he could find while practicing walking in his mother's high heels. It just seemed that he wasn't satisfied unless he wore the most feminine outfits he could find. One morning Drew was searching through his mom's closet when he came upon a sexy looking black dress his mom wore for special occasions. Nothing else mattered for him at that moment except getting into that dress. Drew took the dress out of the closet and layed it on his mother's bed. He needed some special things to wear with it and knew just where to find them. A quick search through his mother's dresser was all that was needed and in no time at all Drew had a matching panty, bra, and half slip in sexy black satin. Once he had mastered his mother's and sister's wardrobe Drew soon found himself drawn to their makeup. Even in the prettiest outfit he could find he thought there was something more he should have on but he couldn't seem to figure out what that something was until one day he looked down at his sister's vanity and spied her makeup. He picked up a small bottle and to his surprise began dabbing onto his fingertips and spreading it on his cheeks. He blended it in perfectly with a sponge then brushed on powder to set the liquid as if he'd done it a million times. The eye shadow, mascara, lipstick, and blush posed no problem at all in Drew's skilled hands and soon he was admiring his beautifully made up face while blowing on his newly polished fingernails, helping them to dry. "Eat your heart out Barb!" Drew smiled as he admired his reflection. "You never looked this good!" Drew was amazed at how easily he was able to replace his normal ways of doing things with more feminine mannerisms while he was dressed. It seemed so easy and natural to tuck his skirt when he sat, to cross his legs, and to bend his knees to pick things up. His biggest shock though came while watching his favorite show. As usual he was admiring the outfits worn by the actresses wondering what it would feel like to wear such a breathtakingly gorgeous gown when he found himself wondering what it would be like to have a man hold him the way the actress was being held. Suddenly his focus shifted to the actor in the scene. "What a hunk!" Drew thought as he noted how well built and good looking the actor was. "I'd love to show him how a girl wants to be kissed!" That seemed to trigger something deep in Drew's brain causing him to shake his head violently to clear that thought. He looked down at his padded breasts, his nylon clad legs, and painted nails. "What am I doing?" He wondered, his heart pounding and his pulse racing. "I'm all dressed up like a chick and drooling over another guy!" He jumped up and without bothering to turn off the TV rushed to get changed. Later in his own clothes, the nail polish stripped from his fingertips and the makeup scrubbed from his face he returned to the TV opting to watch a western rather than chance the soaps again. It took all of his willpower to resist dressing again but Drew was too afraid to chance a return of the strange feelings he'd experienced. Day after day though he found it getting harder and harder to pass Barb's room without going into it but Drew would increase his pace and look the other way until he'd gotten safely past her room and the wonders he knew it contained. Two weeks later Drew had once again successfully resisted dressing in Barb's clothes and was watching one of the new music video's that his mother had given him when he dozed off and began to dream. In his dreams Drew could clearly picture the beautiful girls in the video as they danced in front of him. The girls were laughing and dancing in front of the band in miniskirts and low cut tops their long hair occasionally falling across their perfectly made up faces. Little by little though he seemed to be drawn towards the girls until suddenly he was looking out at the rest of the audience as if he were one of the girls! In his dream Drew realized that he was now one of the girls and could look down at his breasts peeking out from his low cut top and his smooth, shapely legs jutting out from the miniskirt he wore. He could feel the tightness of the bra he wore, the air swirling about his legs, and the rush of adrenaline as the audience cheered him on. He was overcome with a sense of happiness and well being, everything was just as it should be, all was well with the world. As Drew relaxed his dream shifted to the street in front of his house where several girls were walking towards him. He recognized all but one of the girls as classmates but couldn't quite figure out who the last girl was. She was pretty, had a nice figure even in the bland looking skirt and blouse uniform that girls in his school had to wear, and seemed very familiar although he couldn't remember ever seeing her before. As the girls drew close Drew found his attention drawn to the still unrecognized girl who seemed to remind him of someone and made him feel very happy as if running into an old friend. As the girls passed by Drew the one turned towards him and flashed him a friendly smile. "She looks so familiar," Drew thought to himself. "cute, sort of looks like Barb but a couple of years younger." Returning his attention from the momentary disruption Drew noticed that he was no longer looking at the girl, instead he was looking at two of the other girls who seemed to be walking along with him just as they had with the unfamiliar girl. Drew turned to see if the girl had left the group he had appearantly joined but she was no where to be seen. As he turned back to the girl next to him Drew caught a flash of white and turned his attention to where it had come from. Looking down Drew was surprised to see that the flash of white had been from his uniform blouse! Looking a little further he could see his legs sticking out from the plaid uniform skirt that he wore along with the white socks and saddle shoes that went with the uniform. Drew felt a tinge of apprehension that he'd be found out and exposed to everyone at school as a sissy who wore girl's clothes but as he walked it became very certain that nothing was wrong, he was just another girl on her way to school. The dream continued on with Drew walking along and talking to the other girls as if he'd been a girl all of his life. They approached the school and were soon joined by other kids that Drew had known as a boy who acted as if there was nothing at all wrong with him attending class in a skirt and blouse. As the doors to the school opened Drew suddenly woke from his dream thankful to find that it had been nothing but a dream. He checked and double checked to make sure that he wasn't wearing a skirt and blouse or even the panties that he'd grown so fond of wearing recently. He had a difficult time shaking the sad feeling that overcame him when he was sure that he was wearing nothing even remotely girlish. For several days after that Drew fought going to sleep at night fearful of what he might dream. He would lay awake watching TV or reading, struggling to keep his eyes open, falling asleep only when exhaustion overcame him. During the day he found himself unable to stay awake because of his avoidance of sleep the night before. Throughout it all the dreams he tried so hard to avoid could not be avoided, they rushed into his head as though someone turned on a movie which he could not help but to watch. One day Drew found himself dozing off again after forcing himself to stay awake into the small hours of the morning. Nothing he could do would keep his heavy eyelids open and soon Drew was back in the familiar yet terrifying landscape of dreams he'd traveled so many times before. This time Drew was walking through the mall with his mother and Barb, nothing special, he'd done it hundreds of times. This time however Drew felt something pulling on his shoulder, when he reached for the source of the irritation his hand gripped a thin leather strap which he followed to it's end - a brown purse. "Oh no," Drew muttered to himself. "Here we go again." With that he carefully opened the flap on the purse and found a hairbrush, lipstick, perfume, and a small compact. He was so engrossed in looking through the purse that he didn't notice where he was going and was jolted by the collision with another shopper. "Hi Amy!" A voice called out. "Shopping for your gown?" "Oh hi Cindy!" He heard a voice or was it his voice? It was coming from his mouth, at least from my mouth in the dream, but it was a girl's voice, smooth and soft. "Sorry, I didn't see you.. Yeah, I need something really hot! Mom and Barb are going to help me find something that will drive Brad crazy!" Cindy was one of the prettiest girl in the school, two years older than Drew and had never even seemed to notice that he was alive. Now she seemed to know him very well but as a girl! He realized that once again he was a girl in his dreams out shopping with his mom and Barb for some sort of gown. As Cindy walked away his mom took his arm. "Let's go Amy, we have a lot of shopping to do if you're going to get the gown you want." She gently led him into a nearby store where racks of gowns waited his approval. As the dream went on Drew hurried over to a rack of gowns and began to pull out ones that caught his eye. Choosing several gowns he walked into a dressing room and began to remove the top and shorts he wore. Drew stood before the mirror in the dressing room in her white nylon panties and satin bra checking out her reflection. He gently lifted his breasts then pushed them together creating an effect of looking a little bigger with more cleavage. He turned and ran his hand over his tight little butt, smiling, obviously pleased with his looks. As he smiled Drew noticed that his fear was beginning to ease, he was becoming very comfortable with the thought of being a pretty girl. Drew gently removed a gown from it's hanger and raised it over his head. As the dress slid across his breasts he found himself shuddering with pleasure, when it settled ever so gently over his body he couldn't help but feel good. He knew that he looked pretty and the dress went a long way towards showing off his pert breasts and tight butt. He would make any red blooded teen age boy horny in this dress and he loved knowing it! Drew slept peacefully for the first time in weeks waking late in the morning feeling rested and refreshed Also for the first time in weeks he no longer felt afraid as looked at the door to Barb's room knowing in his heart that there was no reason to worry. He smiled, pushed open the door and walked straight to the dresser where he knew just which drawer to open. After several minutes of painstakingly selecting just the right underwear Drew was ready to choose a dress to spend his day in. Drew searched his sister's closet rejecting half a dozen different outfits until he found just the right one to wear, a silky white blouse, a pink miniskirt, and matching pumps. This time though Drew decided that he needed a little more work before he dressed so he quickly ran water for a bubble bath then set out to make his legs look their best. He covered every inch of his legs with the hair removal cream that he found in the shower then sat back to read a fashion magazine while the cream did it's work on him. Twenty minutes later Drew slid into the warm, scented, bath and carefully washed off the cream along with the small amount of hair that had been on his legs. Drew loved the way his skin felt soft and silky after only a few minutes in the tub and he always felt so much better when he finished. After his bath Drew pulled on the pair of white lace panties he'd discovered in Barb's drawer then wrestled with a pretty bra that he didn't remember seeing before. Barb had obviously added some very pretty new underwear to her drawers which made Drew's heart pound as he planned on when he'd be able to wear the many new items. For now though he slowly pulled on a pair of sheer pantyhose then stepped into a lace trimmed half slip that felt silkier than anything he'd worn before. A few extra pairs of panties to fill out his bra and then came the silk blouse, the skirt, and pumps. Another forty five minutes of primping with his hair and makeup and Drew was satisfied that even his sister couldn't have looked any better in the outfit he wore! The heels Drew wore were a little higher than he'd worn before so Drew found that he'd have to spend a little more time practicing in them but he considered it a labor of love and within half an hour he could walk, turn, bend, and do anything he needed to do as gracefully as he did in a pair of flats. By the time Barb got home that day Drew was back in jeans and a jersey looking like any other boy his age. Of course that would be if any other boy wore lace panties and pink polish on their toenails. Drew's dressing got more serious to him after that day. Every morning he'd dress and do his makeup, hair, and nails before he even thought about breakfast. Once breakfast, typically a slice of toast and a glass of juice, was done he'd spend the rest of the morning cleaning the house since he just couldn't stand to see dirty dishes or dusty furniture. Only when he was satisfied that the house was clean would he turn on his favorite soaps and relax for a few hours before starting dinner. Once dinner was started he'd change into his normal clothes, take off his makeup and nail polish, brush out his hair and it was back to being Drew until the next morning. Drew's mother and sister were thrilled to have dinner and a clean house but were careful never to push the issue with Drew. They thanked him politely then quickly began to act as if there was nothing in the least unusual about it. They had been expecting the change in Drew's behavior and knew that all it would take was a little appreciation to reinforce it. A corner had been turned, Drew's temper tantrums and foul moods would now be a thing of the past. Drew was now on the way to becoming a well mannered young lady. His mother and sister worked hard to draw him into conversations about clothes and other feminine subjects and Drew soon began feeling comfortable in offering criticism on their outfits, makeup, or hair styles especially when they seemed to hang on his every word. A short time later and he was helping them with zippers or rolling the hair on the backs of their heads which they could no longer seem to reach. Drew continued his dressing during the day and even got bold enough to start wearing his favorite blue nightgown to bed, with his door securely locked of course. He was beginning to feel quite proud of himself that he was able to pull it all off without anyone noticing. He was positive that there weren't many boys who could look as pretty as he did once he was all dolled up! The planned changes in Drew were going on full steam although he wasn't even slightly aware of the physical and mental changes. His friends still stopped by on weekends but that as becoming less frequent since they had started to notice changes in the way Drew acted. One Saturday afternoon he and his friends were talking about some of the better looking girls when Drew made the comment that one needed a better hair style. "Hairstyle?" Asked his friend in wonder. "Who cares about her hair? She's got a set of hooters I'd love to bury my head in!" "She's an airhead!" Drew shot back. "All looks, no brains!" "I like 'em like that!" Laughed his friend. "You're such a jerk!" Drew shouted. "There's more to a girl than her looks!" Drew was in a rage, he wanted so badly to smack his friend yet something was holding him back. "You know Drew, if you had a set of knockers like hers and got yourself a new hairstyle you'd be a hot looking babe yourself!" His friend said in mock seriousness. "I like my hair the way it is!" Drew huffed. "It's nice, easy to care for and anyway I'd never have boobs big enough for you!" "Chill okay? It was just something that popped into my head." His friend turned and walked away. Drew soon found that most of the guys he had been friends with were really total jerks. All they were interested in was a girl's body. They didn't appreciate all of the work that the girls in school went through to make themselves look nice for dances or just every day at school. If only they had to deal with makeup, hairstyles, and finding the perfect outfit Drew just knew that they'd act differently, Getting along with the few girls he had known was also different for Drew. Before the girls in his group of friends had been sort of paired off with the guys, Cathy had been Drew's sort of girlfriend. Too young to date alone they were still thought of as sort of a couple and spent a lot of time together. Drew didn't really know a lot about Cathy before but now was all ears when she talked about her personal life. Cathy and the other girls had also noticed a change in Drew. Before he never seemed to notice anything they did to make themselves look good and had even laughed when they would start talking about clothes. Now though Drew not only noticed what they wore but often mentioned how nice the outfit looked and even started to notice if they did anything different like trying a new shade of nail polish or a different hairstyle. Sometimes they found themselves forgetting that Drew was a boy as they all got caught up in discussions of the latest fashions or a movie star they thought was cute. Some of the guys thought he was weird but Drew didn't care, after all what did boys know? One sunny morning Drew felt like he needed a little something special to wear. He needed just the right outfit that would make him look and feel as pretty and feminine as possible. It took a look of looking but finally at the back of his mother's closet he found just what he was looking for, a short, form fitting white dress with sheer sleeves. He knew the style was a little too mature for a girl his age but it was so pretty that he just had to wear it anyhow. He chose Barb's white lace panties, one of his mother's satin and lace bras, and a full slip trimmed in lace at the top and hem. Drew couldn't believe the excitement he felt as he dressed. The pantyhose slid up his smooth legs and fit snugly over his panties, the bra needed extra padding since his mother was a little bigger in the chest than his sister but it looked beautiful once he got it all adjusted and the feel of the silky nylon slip as it slid over him caused him to shiver in delight. Drew was a tiny bit unsteady as he got used to his mother's three inch heels but he didn't mind, they caused his butt to sway just like a real woman! Drew gave twenty extra strokes to his glistening hair but it still wasn't enough to go with the outfit. He was feeling disappointed until he saw his sister's hot curlers on the shelf in her closet. Drew quickly wet down his hair while waiting for the curlers to warm up then carefully rolled his hair to give it the most body and curls. Finally confident in his heels, his hair and makeup perfect for the dress Drew started his daily routine and was so engrossed in a romantic movie that had brought tears to his eyes that he never heard the front door open. "Mom?" He felt a sudden chill as he realized Barb had somehow snuck up on him. "What are you all dressed up for?" Barb was standing not ten feet away no chance to escape "I can explain Barb," Drew stammered as he struggled to his feet and subconsciously adjusted the hem of his dress while checking to see that his slip was not showing. "Drew?" Barb asked after letting a few moments pass to make certain Drew was embarrassed enough. "What are you doing in mom's clothes? My god, who did your hair and your makeup? This is really freaky!!" "Please don't tell mom about this Barb," Drew begged with tears streaming from his eyes. "Please, I'll do anything, I promise, just don't tell!" "I've got him!" Barb thought to herself doing her best not to smile. "God, he is so pretty though!" "Calm down Drew," Barb said soothingly. "I'm not mad, just a little surprised to have my sister back!" "You're not mad?" Drew was thoroughly confused. He was standing in front of his sister wearing his mother's clothes and she didn't seem to care. "What sister?" "I guess you must have forgotten all about how we used to play house and you wanted to be my little sister." Barb explained. "You used to wear my old clothes and I called you Amy Lynn remember?" To Drew's amazement he started to remember! A little boy and his sister stuck inside on a rainy day. She suggested that they play house, he insisted on being the little sister, Amy Lynn. First it was a plain school dress over his clothes, then the clothes came of and the dress stayed on, then a pair of frilly socks and a pair of patent leather shoes with a strap and buckle. Later he wore one of Barb's fancy party dresses with a petticoat, panties, tights, and shoes. He remembered enjoying being able to wear all of those pretty clothes and how nice they had felt. "Yeah, I sort of remember something like that." Drew muttered as he tried to focus on the memories that seemed to be coming back in a flood. "How long did we do that?" "I got tired of playing house when I was about ten," Barb smiled as if remembering something pleasant. "You kept playing with my dolls and wearing my clothes until about two years ago. You used to tell me that you were going to be a girl when you grew up then all of a sudden you stopped." "I dressed up like a girl and played with dolls when I was twelve?" Drew asked trying to bring back the memories his sister had triggered. "And I wanted to be a girl?" "You were so cute in my dresses with a baby doll in your arms. You used to play with my makeup and mom's high heels. I really hated losing my little sister when you stopped." Barb said wistfully. "Now I have her back again!" Drew's mind was filled with pictures of him in pretty dresses sitting quietly with his favorite baby doll pretending to be her mommy. It all made sense to him, he knew how to wear makeup and walk in heels because he had done both years before! "Does mom know?" Drew asked, unable to remember one way or the other. "No, you made me promise never to tell her." Barb replied with a smile. "You know, you're really a pretty girl. I'll bet mom could help you if you asked her." She suggested. "I don't think we should say anything to mom, at least not yet." Drew was still reeling from the confusion but the thought of his mother seeing him as a girl just didn't seem like a good idea. "Sure," Barb shrugged. "What ever you say Amy!" Barb smiled then forced herself to walk away without another word. Drew was feeling totally confused. His sister had caught him dressed in their mom's clothes and instead of freaking out she told him how great it was to have her sister again and explained that wearing girl's clothes was nothing new for him. With her help he was able to dredge up all sorts of wonderful memories of being Amy Lynn, Barb's little sister. He had loved baby dolls, playing house, and pretending to be a girl! He smoothed out his skirt then sat down to finish watching the rest of the movie. It would be several more hours before his mother got home and he would have to go back to being Drew. Until then he was a lovely young woman named Amy Lynn and the male lead in the movie was such a hunk! Drew felt better than ever after talking to Barb, she made him feel as though they were sisters and promised to help him in any way she could. Drew quickly took her up on her offer and soon she was helping him smooth out the tiny flaws in his looks and mannerisms so that he could realize a new goal - passing as a girl in public. Barb taught Drew every trick in the book, the book from Under Control which detailed m