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A Taste of Vengeance
Chapter 1
It was in the summer of 1976. Tom has just turned fourteen.
He was what could only be termed as average in every
respect. He was five foot seven and weighed about 127
pounds. Tom's hair was shoulder length, straight and light
brown. His big eyes were hazel and adorned with thick, long
lashes. Tom was involved in baseball and was a relatively
good hitter and an average third baseman. He loved
baseball. He loved being out in the warm sun on the cool
grass. He loved the smells, the sounds; everything about
the game pleased his every sense.
It was after one of his games that the event that would
change his life occurred. He had just come in the back door
of his house when his mother came over to him.
"Tommy, we have to talk, dear," his mother said, a look of
deep sadness on her face. "Your father has left us for
another woman. He has been having an affair, and has
decided to go with her. It seems that she is being
transferred to another state in her new job, and he is
going with her. We will probably never see him again."
Tom did not know what to think, he just collapsed into a
chair at the kitchen table and sat there in stunned
silence. His mind was reeling. How could his father have
been carrying on an affair? How could he choose this woman
over his mother, over HIM? Tom had always respected his
father, even loved him. He had always believed that his
father loved him, but now... Tom did not know what to
think. His mother came over to him and put her arms around
him. She held him close, and began to rock him gently,
taking comfort in comforting him.
They stayed like that for about a half an hour, mother and
son, both with their own thoughts. It was Tom that broke
the spell of melancholy that had gripped them both.
"What are we going to do? How will we pay the bills? Is he
going to send money? What will happen to us?"
"We will get by, I am going to re-open the boutique I used
to run a few years ago, and we will do the best we can. You
will have to help me, so I am afraid that you will have to
give up the rest of the baseball season. I know, but I
promise that I will make it up to you," his mother said.
As Tom ate dinner, it was with little acknowledgment of
taste. He was eating automatically, out of habit. He got up
from the table and went upstairs to his room where he
stared out of the window until it was time for bed. He
tried to sleep, but could not get his mind to relax. His
thoughts raced. He tried to imagine what the future would
hold, but every thought led to more uncertainty. Tom
finally went to sleep due to exhaustion. When he awoke, he
was stiff and tired. His sleep had given him no
refreshment.
Tom got dressed and headed downstairs to find his mother on
the phone. She was busy getting a location lined up for her
new boutique. The boutique would be for young girls, ages
ten through eighteen. His mother had once run a very
successful store of this type before, but his father had
insisted that she give it up in order to take care of the
new house that they had bought. Tom mused that at least
that was one good thing. The house was paid for, they would
not have to worry about a place to live. Between phone
calls to get products, licenses, utility services turned on
and seemingly a thousand other details, Tom's mother
managed to get breakfast for Tom and herself. Tom could see
that this was going to be a lot of work and that she could
not do it on her own. He knew that she needed his help, but
baseball? He knew he had no choice if their now abbreviated
family was going to survive.
Chapter 2
It was two weeks later that Tom found himself in the new
boutique. He spent the day helping his mother set up
tables, display stands, shelves and signs. It was very hard
work, but it had to be done. Ten hours of back breaking
work was behind him now and he and his mother were on their
way out to eat when his mother said, "Tom, we look a mess.
We can't go out to eat looking like this, we will have to
clean up. Go to the restroom and get washed and I will find
you something to wear."
"But mom," said Tom, "the only clothes here are girl's
clothes."
"You can wear a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, no one will
know," said his mother.
Tom reasoned that his mother was probably right, so he got
washed up and changed into the clothing that had been laid
out for him as his mother washed and dressed in a similar
out fit. The two of them went out to dinner and no one even
seemed to notice that Tom was wearing girl's jeans. They
had a very nice dinner and went home. Tom went to bed right
away, and fell straight to sleep.
When Tom awoke, he was sore, and he was only consoled in
the fact that the heavy work was done. Today would involve
putting out the clothing and arranging them in displays.
Although there were a lot of clothes to put out, they were
light in weight and he did not have to do a lot of heavy
lifting today, so his aching would soon end. Or so he
thought. When Tom began, he found that even the light loads
bothered his back. When he complained about the twinges,
his mother said that she had just the solution. She walked
over to one of the boxes and took out a high rise panty
girdle and handed it to him.
"Go put this on, it will support your back and help to ease
the pain. And I don't want to hear any complaining about
the girdle, we have to get this done. Our family depends on
this shop and you just have to help. The is no way around
it."
Tom just hung his head and took the girdle and headed off
to the rest room. It was two minutes later that he was
calling for his mother to come help him. It seemed that he
was having trouble getting the girdle on. Every time he
tried to pull it on, it caught on his bulky boy's
underwear. That caused them to bunch, and that was very
uncomfortable.
"Well," said his mother, "there is only one solution to
this problem, you will have to put on a pair of panties."
Tom was appalled; his mother wanted him to wear not one,
but TWO items of girl's under things. He could not believe
what he was hearing, but he did not have time to argue. His
mother grabbed him by the wrist and took him out into the
shop in just his shorts. Tom was mortified, what if someone
should walk by the front of the store and look in the
window? They would see him standing in the middle of a
girl's clothing store wearing nothing but his underwear, as
if he were about to try something on!
Mother pulled him to the panty wrack and got a pair of
plain pink panties and handed them to him and headed back
to the restroom.
"Put those on and then try the girdle, you will find that
there will be no problem getting it on this time."
Tom changed into the pink, nylon briefs, then slid into the
girdle. To his surprise, it went on with no trouble. Also
to his amazement, it did help the pain in his back. There
was another side effect that neither he nor his mother had
anticipated. The girdle shrunk his waist, and now his pants
would not stay up. As a matter of fact, they fell down
twice as he was working and once just as someone had gone
past the store's window. Tom's mother giggled at this, but
Tom was not remotely amused.
"It's not funny!" protested Tom. "You aren't the one
showing their underwear to the world."
"Well, I have an idea, and I was going to talk to you about
it tonight at dinner. You see, I will be needing your help
in the shop after school, and I can't very well have a
young man assisting my female customers, and I can't afford
to hire anyone, so..."
Tom's stomach turned a flip as he realized what his mother
was about to suggest. He could not believe his ears! He
knew he had to help out he knew that their survival
depended on it, but this??????
"I see by the look on your face that you understand my
inference so I am not going to spell it out for you. And
since you can't seem to keep your pants on. There is no
time like the present to begin getting you used to dresses
and things."
Tom's mother led him to the dressing rooms this time. "If
you are going to help me in the store, you will have to get
used to coming in here to help people with the items they
have chosen, so you may as well get used to being here."
She said.
Tom's mother left for a moment and returned with several
items in her hands. The first thing she did was have him
remove everything except for the panties and panty girdle.
Then she handed him a bra, and showed him how to reach back
and fasten it "like a proper young lady". Next cane a pair
of foam breasts.
"Girls you age have begun to develop, and you will need
these to be accepted as a girl."
Tom was about to melt away with embarrassment. He did not
want to dress like this, but what choice did he have? He
did not want his mother to lose their home, to be put out
on the street. With a heroic resignation he put the falsies
into the cups of the bra to discover that combined with the
figure shaping of the girdle, he looked like he had the
body of a young teen aged girl.
Tom's mind was reeling. He could not believe that he was
doing this. This was wrong. It was not natural for a boy to
wear a bra and panties and... well, tits. He was not
supposed to be dressed this way, especially when he would
be seen in public, by girls his own age, girls he went to
school with. Oh, God, he thought, not that, what if they
recognized him, he would just die.
Tom was completely overwhelmed, and he fainted. When he
came to, his mother asked if he was okay.
"I just got a bit dizzy is all, I guess I just worked to
hard earlier, I, I wi... will be all right in a few
minutes."
"I think we should get you dressed and go get something to
eat, it will do you good, and you can rest for a few
minutes."
With that, she handed him a lace trimmed full slip and
followed that with a pretty yellow sundress. Mother then
combed his shoulder length hair into bangs and trimmed them
just above his eyebrows. The final touch was a pair of
white girl's ankle socks and sneakers.
Now that he was dressed, his mother dragged him out the
door and down to the local fast food burger joint. There
she ordered for him, so that he would not have to speak and
they headed for a table. When Tom sat down he could feel
the cold plastic of the chair on the back of his thighs
where the skirt of his dress did not cover. This was a
strange feeling, and only reminded him further of his
feminine attire. Tom could barely concentrate on eating, as
his ego was being crushed by the total humiliation he was
feeling. Even though no one seemed to notice him, he felt
that every eye in the place was on him, the boy in a girl's
dress and under things. To his mind everyone in the
restaurant was laughing at him, calling him a sissy, a fag
and worse.
Tom finally got his lunch down, and they went back to the
shop to put the finishing touches on things before the
grand opening the next day. When they left, Tom noticed
that his mother had several packages with her and his heart
began to palpitate and his breath got shallow and rapid. He
told his mother he had to use the rest room a minute and he
headed off. Once there, Tom took a few minutes to compose
himself and reconcile himself to the fact that until the
business could support hiring a girl to help, HE would be
the girl, forced to dress in skirts and dresses, panties
and bras in order that their little family could survive.
Once composed, he headed out to the car and he and his
mother drove home. All the way there Tom thought about what
had transpired to get him into this predicament, and a deep
resentment began to well up in him towards his father. If
he had not left them for another woman, he would not have
to dress like this, he would not have to wear bras and
tits. It was all his fault. It was his cheating, family
abandoning fault. One day he would pay, he would be made to
see what he had done to those that had loved and depended
on him.
Chapter 3
When they arrived home, Tom cringed as his mother got the
packages from the store and took them in with them. He knew
in him heart the bags contained more girls clothing...girls
clothing meant for him.
"Tom, come her, dear, I want to talk to you." his mother
said
Tom walked over to his mother and stood there, tears
welling up in his eyes from shame and confusion. He did not
know what to do, he did not want to dress as a girl, yet he
did not want to disappoint his mother. After all, she was
the one trying to keep them in house and home. She was the
one that was going to keep, what was left of their little
family together.
"Tom," she began. "I know this is hard for you, but it is
something that simply cannot be avoided. I want you to know
that I will hire some one the instant the business can
afford it. I promise. Tom, there is more to being a girl
than just dressing like one, I am going to have to teach
you how to walk, how to talk, how to move your hands and
even how to sit and stand. It will take a lot of work and
we only have tonight to do it. We will both be very tired
tomorrow, but if we work hard, no one will be able to tell
that you are a boy in girl's cloths."
"I understand, Mother. I just hope that this does not last
more than a week or so."
"Son, I am not going to lie to you, you need to know the
truth. You will probably be in dresses for two to three
months. I know that that sounds like a long time, but it
will pass quickly. I know that means that you will have to
dress as a girl after school begins again, but it cannot be
helped. Now take off your shoes and socks and your girdle,
we have work to do."
Tom began to remove the clothing indicated by his mother,
thinking how strange it sounded to hear his mother refer to
these girls' things as "his". When he had gotten the girdle
off, his mother handed him a different girdle to put in.
This one had things hanging off of the bottom of the legs.
"Those are garter tabs. They are used to hold up your
stockings."
Tom could not believe it as his mother handed him a pair of
suntan colored sheer stocking and told him to watch her. As
Tom watched, his mother lifted her skirt to her waist and
slowly smoothed on the stockings and clipped them to the
garter tabs of her girdle. Tom was embarrassed again. This
time at seeing his mother's under things. Her...well, pussy
was there in plain view. Covered only by her panty girdle,
as it clung to her feminine shape.
She noticed and said, "Don't worry, it is just us girls
here. Now do as you saw me do, and be careful, so you don't
put a run in them."
Tom put the stockings on slowly, doing as he had seen his
mother do, then he clipped them to the garter tabs. The
smoothness of the nylon was new to him, and despite
himself, he began to get excited. His manhood was beginning
to grow, and there he was, in front of his mother, skirts
raised for her to see and he just got harder and harder as
he became more and more embarrassed. He hoped that his
mother would not notice, but no such luck.
"Tom, that is very unladylike," she said with a giggle.
"You should go take care of that."
Tom damn near died of embarrassment; all he could do was
sit there, red faced. He was frozen in place, his mother
was looking at him with his manhood stiff, in girl's
clothing, and it was because he had seen his mother in her
under things that he was excited. He was frozen with fear
and humiliation. But the humiliation was going to get
worse.
Seeing that her son could not do anything about his
situation, she reached out and pulled down the front of
Tom's girdle and pink panties. Tom almost fainted as his
mother reached out and took his member in her hand and
began to jerk him off. He could not believe what was
happening. His mind screamed "THIS IS WRONG", but he could
do nothing to stop what was happening. It felt so good, yet
it was wrong... but... in panties and dresses and
stockings... she was...
Tom came and passed out at the same time. When he came too,
his mother was cleaning him with a tissue.
"My, my, it seems my little girl is a nervous wreck. Just
lie there for now, and get yourself under control. We will
get to work when you have had a chance to compose
yourself."
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