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MISTRESS OF TRANSFORMATION By Tired Old Man This is an expanded and modified version of my story 'The Enticement of Dennis'. Chapter 1 ? Getting Away from the Violence I knew I was in trouble. Being a member of a gang with some of my friends seemed like a good idea at the time. I never expected to get targeted by a rival gang. Just because I beat up a couple of their members was no reason to come to my home and try to kill me. I was lucky that their bullets missed me. My little sister Karen wasn't so lucky, and ended up in the hospital. My mother was furious and blamed me for getting my sister shot. I argued that it wasn't my fault, that I hadn't even touched a gun. She argued that my acts of violence had brought killers to our home and hurt Karen. She also said that she was thinking about sending Karen away to live with Aunt Sharon for a while, to get her away from the violence. I didn't think Karen would like the idea of being sent away. And when she got home from the hospital she proved me right. She got into a real shouting match with our mother, insisting that she wouldn't go. "Why should I have to go?" Karen yelled. "I haven't done anything wrong! If anyone should have to go it should be Dennis." "I can't send Dennis to my sister's place," my mother explained, "she's a single parent with three young daughters, and she wouldn't want to take in a 16 year old boy. Let alone someone as violent as your brother." I heard that remark and felt it was totally unfair. I've never been violent with friends or family. Beating up a few shit-heads who deserved it didn't make me violent. My sister continued to argue, but my mother stood her ground. Eventually the force of Karen's resistance started to weaken as she realized that mother wouldn't be swayed. Finally she agreed to go to Aunt Sharon's place under one condition. "Ask Aunt Sharon if she will take in Dennis," Karen requested, "and if she says no, then I'll go." My mother didn't want to, but agreed to ask her sister. She called her sister up and explained that Karen had asked her to make the request, but that she didn't expect her to say yes. Mother also said that she had tried to explain to Karen why it was such an unreasonable request to make. I could tell that Karen was getting very angry. From the way mother was phrasing her words it appeared there was no chance her sister would say yes. When mother hung up the phone, it looked like Karen was going to have a fit. "That's not fair," Karen screamed. "You didn't really ask her. You told her to say no!" "Enough! Don't take that tone with me. And your aunt said yes." "She what?" Karen coughed, hardly believing what she heard. "She said she would love to have Dennis stay with her." Perhaps my mother expected me to argue that I didn't want to go to my aunt's. At least she looked awfully surprised when all I said was: "Okay, when do I leave?" I don't think my mother ever understood how shook up I was at seeing my sister getting shot. I didn't want it to happen again. Also I didn't want it to happen to me. I left that afternoon. My mother drove me to the airport, where I boarded a plane for a flight of five hours. Before I got on the plane we all said our goodbyes. Karen was crying and apologizing for not going instead of me. I told her that it was best this way. Then mother hugged me and said she loved me. As I left on the plane I reflected on my life. Many people considered me to be a violent person. But I've always thought of myself as more the hero than the villain. I never bullied people, but I had beaten up quite a few bullies. The people I've protected were very happy to have me around. My reputation as a fighter had grown over the years, and so had the number of people who challenged me to a fight. But lately there had been few challengers. I suppose the reason for this is that I've grown to a height of 6'8" and have a solid build. Unfortunately it also meant that people now prefer to use guns against me. It looked like the path I was on would probably end with me getting gunned down. Maybe moving in with my aunt would change that. Chapter 2 ? Becoming the Right Size After the plane landed I caught a taxi to my aunt's house. When I arrived, I initially thought the girl who answered the door was my aunt. But I quickly realized she was far too young to be my aunt. She couldn't have been over 18 years old. The thought briefly entered my mind that maybe she was one of my cousins. But Aunt Sarah's oldest daughter was only 12 years old, and this woman was at least as old as me. I wondered if I had gone to the wrong address. So I asked if I was at the right house. I was told that my aunt wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning. I didn't know if the girl at the door was going to let me in, but she said I was expected and invited me in. She was a very pretty girl and I found myself attracted to her. She was about a foot shorter than me, and was staring up at me. "Your aunt told me to expect a 16 year old boy, but she never told me how big and handsome you are." The girl offered to show me around the house and I followed after her. I looked into the different rooms, including the two bedrooms where my three cousins were currently sleeping. I followed her into the kitchen, where she got me something to drink. She started flirting with me and I started becoming quite horny. The girl grabbed my hand and led me to my aunt's bedroom. "You must be tired," the girl said. "Why don't you take off your clothes and lay on this bed for a little while?" Now that she mentioned it, I did feel quite tired. I started undressing and was soon naked. I looked down at the girl and she smiled up at me. "I'm feeling a bit tired myself," the girl said, "help me get undressed." I started removing the girl's clothing and soon she was naked. She brushed her hand against my penis, and it quickly became erect. She had me get onto the bed, and then she crawled on top of me. She positioned her labia on the tip of my penis, and started to push down. I watched as my penis slid into her vagina. Soon my penis was completely inside of her. She started pulling back and pushing down in a thrusting motion. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. I was having sex in my aunt's bed. My aunt would probably be very angry if she found out. I briefly considered stopping, but then I had an orgasm, and then multiple orgasms. I had never had multiple orgasms before, and the sensation was fantastic. Then I started ejaculating. The girl pulled back and I could see my penis half way up her vagina. "We're not done yet," the girl declared, "not by a long shot." Then the sides of the girl's vagina started squeezing my penis and she started thrusting in and out again. Soon I was experiencing multiple orgasms and ejaculating again. After I ejaculated, she paused for a few moments. Then she started up again. The cycle of orgasms continued. Amazingly I nodded off. When I woke up she was still going at it. My penis was shrunken, but was still partially in her vagina. She smiled broadly at me. "I'm almost done, you'll soon be the right size." I didn't know what she meant by that, and didn't ask as I was having multiple orgasms again. Then I suddenly fell asleep. Chapter 3 ? Little Boy When I woke up I saw that I was alone. I looked around and saw that I was in my aunt's bedroom. I was still naked and decided I had better get dressed. As I was getting off the bed, I couldn't believe how large the bed was. I was 6'8" tall, and the bed was much longer than my full reach. I wondered if the bed was 10 feet long. I didn't remember thinking the bed was so big last night, but most of last night was a blur. I remembered the all night sex session with the beautiful girl, but I couldn't even remember her name. I looked on the floor for my clothes, but I couldn't find them. Then I heard someone enter the room. I turned around and saw the biggest person that I've ever seen in my life. The woman I was looking at must have been close to 9 feet tall. She was impossibly big and I stood there staring at her. "Hello, Dennis," the woman said, "are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come over and give your Aunt Sharon a big hug?" I walked over to my aunt, and she bent down and gave me a hug. "Did you have a good sleep?" she asked. "Cindy said you were so tired when you got here." My aunt put her hands on my shoulders. "Let me take a good look at you. I'd never guess you were 16 years old; you look like you're 6 years old to me. And you're so small for someone your age." "I don't look 6 years old," I argued, "and I'm not small. You're just so big, you must be the biggest person in the world." "I am a lot bigger than you," my aunt commented, "but I'm hardly the biggest person in the world. I'm only 5'8" tall. Why don't you stand up against the wall and I'll measure your height." So I walked over to the wall and stood up against it while my aunt made a small mark on it at the level of the top of my head. Then she got out a tape measure and ran it from the floor to the mark on the wall. "You're only 4'2" tall," my aunt proclaimed, "I'd say that's pretty small for a 16 year-old boy wouldn't you?" I was stunned to hear that I was only 4'2" tall. How could I become two and a half feet shorter overnight? I saw a full-length mirror in the bedroom and walked over to it. I looked into it, and the person I saw wasn't me. And my aunt was right, I did look 6 years old and not 16. I stared at my reflection and realized that I had seen this person before. It was a reflection of me from 10 years ago. Somehow I had physically become a 6 year-old boy again. But I was still 16 years old mentally. "How is this possible?" I asked, "I was 16 years old and 6'8" tall last night. How could I become 6 years old and 4'2" tall?" "Cindy made you that way," my aunt replied, "you shouldn't have had sex with her. But what's done is done. I won't be having her over here as a baby sitter anymore." "But how did she do it?" "She's a mistress of transformation." I had no idea what a mistress of transformation was. I had never heard of such a thing. "What's that?" I asked. "A mistress of transformation is a woman who uses magic to transform the bodies of people," my aunt explained. "There's no such thing as magic," I asserted. "Then how do you explain the change to your body?" "I can't," I replied. "But I still don't believe in magic." "What you believe doesn't change the fact that you're a little boy now." "I don't want to be a little boy. Can't you make Cindy change me back?" "She took your physical size and strength from you, and gave you a night of sexual pleasure in exchange. It was a fair trade." "No it wasn't!" I howled in disagreement. "I never agreed to become a little boy in exchange for sex." "But you did agree to have sex with her. It was her price." "I'll make her change me back," I hotly proclaimed. "You stay away from Cindy," my aunt demanded. "She's not going to want to change you back, and she'll probably end up taking more from you. Then you'd end up as a little baby. And I don't want to raise another baby. And I'm sure you don't want to go back to wearing diapers." I turned back to look in the mirror again. As I was looking in the mirror I noticed my hair was tied back in a ponytail. My hair had been short last night, but it was apparently much longer now. I undid the tie and my hair fell past my shoulders to the middle of my back. "Your hair is as long as my daughters hair," my aunt said, "do you want me to style your hair like theirs, or do you want me to tie it back into a ponytail?" "How about cutting it instead?" "No, I want you to keep your hair long. I'll just put it back into a ponytail." Then my aunt pulled my hair together and tied it into a ponytail. "Now we need to find you some clothes to wear, we can't have you running around naked." "I brought clothes with me." "Those are far too big for you, but you're only a few inches shorter than my youngest daughter, I'm sure she still has clothes she's outgrown that will fit you." My aunt took me by my hand. "Let's go get you something to wear." Chapter 4 ? Dressing in Girls Clothing I followed my aunt into another bedroom where I saw two girls in their pajamas. My aunt introduced us. "This is your cousin Dennis, and this is Janet and this is Debbie." I watched as the two girls just stood there and stared at me. I remembered that Debbie was the youngest and was 7 years old, while Janet was the second oldest and was 9 years old. I also recalled that the oldest daughter was Mary and that she was 12 years old. "How come he's not wearing any clothes?" Janet asked. "The clothes he brought with him are too big," my aunt answered, "and he doesn't have anything to wear. Do either of you have any clothes that are too small for you that might fit him?" Debbie went to a dresser drawer and pulled out some underwear. "These are too small for me," Debbie giggled. "He can wear these." She held out a slip and a pair of panties. "Try them on," my aunt ordered. I didn't want to put Debbie's panties on, but I could hardly remain naked. As soon as I put them on, my aunt put the slip on me. Next Debbie handed me some socks and a pair of buckle shoes. As I was putting them on, Debbie went to her closet and pulled out a pretty little dress. Don't you have any shirts and pants that Dennis can wear?" my aunt asked. "He is a boy after all." "No, I only kept my dresses." "Well, then he'll just have to wear the dress." My aunt told me to hold my arms up, and then she slid the dress over me. She buttoned the dress up in back, and then looked at me and said that I looked very pretty in the dress. Debbie and Janet were looking at me and giggling. They must have thought it was funny that I was wearing a dress. But I didn't think there was anything humorous about it. What was happening to me was so confusing. The whole thing had the quality of a very bad dream. Only I wasn't dreaming, and the impossible had happened. And worse of all, I didn't know what to do about it. I saw another girl look into the bedroom from the doorway. My aunt introduced her to me. "Mary, this is your cousin Dennis." "Hello, Denise," Mary greeted me. "It's Dennis not Denise," Janet giggled. "That's a strange name for a girl," Mary commented. "I'm not a girl!" I exclaimed loudly. "Then how come you're wearing a dress?" Mary asked. "You sure look like a girl to me." "Dennis really is a boy," my aunt said, "he just likes to dress up like a girl." "I do not!" I yelled, "Why can't you get me some boys clothes to wear? It's not right that you make me wear girls clothes." "There's no need to yell," my aunt snapped, "and give me a chance to get you some clothes. If you want to go naked to the clothes store today, that's entirely up to you." I was glad to hear that I wouldn't have to dress like a girl much longer. "When are we going to the store?" I asked. "Right after breakfast," my aunt answered, "which I have to go make." My aunt walked out of the room, and I followed after her into the kitchen. "Why don't you go play with your cousins?" my aunt asked, "they're your playmates now." "I'd rather help you make breakfast," I replied. My aunt seemed surprised that I would offer to help her. She seemed even more surprised with how well I cracked open the eggs. "Have you done a lot of cooking?" my aunt asked. "Quite a bit," I answered. "Mom always insisted I know how to cook." After we got done eating breakfast, I offered to wash the dishes. It's not that I enjoyed washing dishes; I just wanted something to do. And maybe by being helpful, my aunt might get to the clothing store faster. My aunt accepted my offer and lavished praise on me for helping her, and suggested to her daughters that they should be more helpful. I wondered how my cousins would respond to the remark about being more helpful. But they left the room without saying anything, and I wondered if they were mad at me. After I finished washing the dishes, my aunt told everybody to get into the car. Mary got in front with her mother, and I ended up sitting between Janet and Debbie in the back. Then we drove over to a thrift store that sold clothing. Chapter 5 ? Look Like Debbie We went into the store, and we ended up in the section that sold girls clothing. My aunt announced that she needed to find some shirts and pants for me to wear. "But these are girls clothes," I protested, "I want boys clothes." "I know you do," my aunt explained, "but you'll outgrow these soon, and a friend of mine has a daughter who can wear these clothes in a year." I complained that the shirts buttoned the wrong way, and that the pants were too girlish. But they were the clothes that my aunt insisted on buying. She also bought me girls t-shirts, socks and panties. And she bought me a pair of girl's tennis shoes. I looked in the mirror at myself and started complaining that the clothes made me look like a girl. My aunt made me put on the dress that I had worn to the store. She buttoned the dress in back, and then untied my ponytail. My hair cascaded down to the middle of my back. My aunt had me look in the mirror. "Now you look like a girl. And when we get home I'm going to style your hair just like my daughters. Maybe next time you'll learn not to make such a fuss." I didn't like it, but I kept my mouth shut. I figured anything I said would only make things worse. When we got home my aunt was true to her word and started styling my hair. After a while she had my hair up in curlers. She told me that she would be taking the curlers out after lunch. Then I sat around watching television until lunchtime. After lunch my aunt removed my curlers and told me to look in the mirror. My hair was styled exactly like my cousins hair. I also thought that I looked a lot like my cousins, especially Debbie. Even my cousins noticed the similarity. "Dennis looks like Debbie," Mary proclaimed, "are you sure Dennis isn't really a girl?" "He has a peenie," Janet blurted out. "How do you know?" Mary asked. I saw his peenie," Janet replied. "I did too," Debbie chorused. "You did not!" Mary exclaimed. "Yes I did!" Debbie insisted. "Quit talking about Dennis's penis," my aunt demanded. "It's not a fit topic for conversation." The girls quickly quieted down. "I agree with you, Mary," my aunt said, "Dennis does look a lot like Debbie. Anyone seeing the two of them would think he was her younger sister." Debbie came over and looked at both of our reflections in the mirror. "You look like me," she giggled. I looked at both our reflections and could see that there were similarities in how we looked. There were differences, but the similarities did make us look like sisters. Then I realized what a strange thought that was, that I should be thinking of myself in terms of being a sister. My aunt announced that it was time to move some beds. We moved a twin-sized bed from Mary's bedroom into her sister's bedroom. With both a full-size and a twin-size bed in the bedroom there wasn't much open floor space. Then we pulled a fold-up bed from a closet and moved it to Mary's former bedroom. Mary didn't like having to move in with her sisters. Likewise her sisters felt very crowded in their bedroom when Mary's bed was moved in. Meanwhile I got my own room, and plenty of space. I didn't want to make my cousins angry towards me, but it seemed unavoidable. My aunt said she wanted all of us to go outside to play while she got dinner ready. I asked my aunt if I could take off the dress and put on some pants first. But she said that I had to keep wearing the dress. I complained that I was the only one wearing a dress, and that my cousins were all wearing pants. My aunt threatened to make me wear a dress for a week if I didn't stop complaining. Chapter 6 ? Thinking Like a Girl I went outside for a while, and later came back in for dinner. After dinner I watched the news with my aunt. My cousins didn't have any interest in watching the news and went off to play. I sat next to my aunt, and she put her arm around me. "I know it's been a rough day for you, but you'll get used to being a little boy again." "Maybe, but why dress me up like a girl?" "I want you to start thinking like a girl," my aunt explained, "what better way than to make you appear to be a girl?" "But why do I need to think like a girl?" "Your mother has told me how violent you are. I'm hoping to rid you of your violent tendencies." I didn't agree with my aunt that I was violent, but I didn't argue with her. And I couldn't follow her reasoning about thinking like a girl. I was sure my aunt had given me a useless answer. I also suspected that she was being deceptive with me, but I didn't want to call her a liar. Later that evening my aunt told me to go get undressed so I could take a bath. I went back to my bedroom and took off my buckle shoes and socks. Mary entered my bedroom, saying that she would help me get out of my dress. I was surprised that she made the offer; I thought she was mad at me because she had been moved out of her bedroom. Mary walked up to me and I looked up at her. She must have been a foot taller than I was. She looked down at me. "I know your secret." "What secret?" I asked. "I know that you're 16 years old. I know that your mom sent you here because of all the trouble you got in. The only thing I don't understand is why your mom didn't just take you over her knee and give you a good spanking. She didn't need to send you here." "My mom would never spank me," I said. "I would," Mary declared. I found her comment amusing. I had been trained to fight since I was two years old. My father was a martial arts instructor, and he taught me everything he knew. Mary was a foot taller than me, but I had beat up people who were a lot bigger than myself before. Of course, that was a long time ago, before I had grown so big. Now that I was so much smaller, it would be very difficult to beat up grown men. But a 12 year-old girl would be easy to beat up. However, I didn't want to hurt Mary just to prove a point. So instead I pretended to plead with her. "Please don't spank me." "I'm not going to spank you," Mary assured me, "I'm just giving you a warning. Now turn around so I can unbutton your dress." I turned my back to her and she started unbuttoning my dress. Then she had me lift my arms and pulled my dress off me. She helped me remove my slip and then I felt her start pulling down my panties. I stepped out of the panties and turned to face her. I saw that she was staring at me; or rather she was staring between my legs. I guess she must have wanted to see what both her sisters had seen this morning. I had every reason to yell at her, but instead I walked out of the bedroom to go take my bath. I got into the bathtub and leaned back to relax. After I had been in the tub for a while, my aunt yelled that I should hurry up, so that my cousins could take their baths. I washed myself and then got out of the tub. As I was drying myself, my aunt came into the bathroom and handed me a pair of pajamas. "Wear these to bed," my aunt said. I finished drying myself after she left, and slipped into the pajamas. Thankfully they were boy's pajamas. My aunt must have bought them today when we were at the clothes store. I went back to my bedroom and got into my bed. Less than 24 hours ago I had hoped that coming here would change things in my life. But the changes that had happened to me were simply mind-boggling. I needed a lot of time to adjust to the changes. My thoughts were very disquieting; but somehow I managed to fall asleep. Chapter 7 ? Denise When I woke up the next day I was hoping that yesterday had only been a bad dream. But I was still a little boy, and I still had to wear girls clothing. Also my hair was still long and styled like my cousins. But at least I got to wear a shirt and pants instead of a dress. I spent a lot of that day and the following days by myself. I used the time to explore the neighborhood and to become more familiar with my body. I soon understood the abilities and limitations of myself. I also did a lot of running and exercising on the playground. I even practiced my fighting moves when no one else was around. When I was at my aunt's house I also spent most of the time by myself, since my cousins excluded me from almost all of their activities. I couldn't blame them though. After all, they were girls and weren't prepared to include a boy in their activities. I wasn't having much contact with anyone. I could hardly approach teenage boys and girls in the neighborhood. It would be too embarrassing to try to explain that I was really a boy and 16 years old. Or I could have approached little boys and girls, but I didn't want to. I was beginning to feel isolated and friendless. My cousins pretty much ignored me, and I didn't know anybody else. My aunt must have noticed how lonely I was becoming, because she called her daughters together to criticize them for excluding me. "I've noticed that you three haven't been playing with Dennis," she said. "I want you to start including him." "We've played with Dennis," Mary objected, "but lots of what we do is for girls only." "Don't give me that girls only nonsense," my aunt insisted. "I want you to start treating Dennis as if he were your sister." "Our sister?" Janet tittered, "but he's a boy, he can't be our sister." "Don't contradict me," my aunt demanded. "You are to act as if Dennis were a girl." I didn't like the sound of that, and felt like objecting. I didn't want my cousins to pretend I was a girl. I didn't want them to think of me as their sister either. But I also wanted companionship, and held my tongue. "If Dennis is a girl, then how come she gets her own bedroom?" Mary asked. "You're right," my Aunt said. "We'll have to rearrange who sleeps in which room. But it's too crowded to sleep three girls in one room and one girl in the other. So we'll have the two biggest girls in the bigger bedroom, and the two smallest girls in the smaller room." So we ended up pulling the full sized bed that Janet and Debbie slept in out of the bigger bedroom, and moving the smaller bed I was sleeping in into the bigger bedroom. Since my aunt had said the two biggest girls, Mary and Janet would be sharing a bedroom. I would be sharing a bedroom and a bed with Debbie. I thought that Debbie might raise an objection to having to sleep with me, but instead she said she was happy that she was getting a little sister. I started to say that I wasn't her little sister, and that I was several years older than she was. But my aunt interrupted me. "That's a good idea, Debbie. Not only is Dennis a girl, but she's your six year old little sister now." I wanted to shout that I wasn't a six year-old girl, that I was a sixteen year-old boy, and that I didn't want to pretend otherwise. But I kept quiet while my cousins giggled amongst themselves. I couldn't believe my aunt was doing this to me. If she thought saying I was a little girl would make me feel better, then she was wrong. I felt like running away and hiding. But my attitude started to change during that day. My cousins were including me in all of their activities, and I wasn't feeling so isolated anymore. I ended up doing a lot of girl things with them, including playing with dolls. I found that I enjoyed playing with my cousins. About the only thing I didn't like was when they started calling me Denise instead of Dennis. My aunt picked up on what they were calling me, and also started calling me Denise. She said I was to go by that name now that I was girl. It was getting a little later in the evening when my aunt declared "it's time for Debbie and Denise to get ready for bed." I protested that it was a lot earlier than when I usually went to bed. "That was when you were sixteen years old," my aunt responded. "Now that you're six years old, it's your bedtime." Debbie grabbed my hand. "Come on, Denise, let's get ready for bed." I went to the bedroom with Debbie and noticed that my aunt was following after us. Debbie started taking off her clothes and was soon only in her panties. Likewise I took off my clothes and was soon wearing only my panties. Debbie started removing her panties and I turned away from her so I wouldn't see her naked. I looked in the direction of my aunt, and she told me to remove my underwear. I felt slightly embarrassed, but did as she told me to. Then she handed me a pair of girl's pajamas and told me to put them on. "These were Debbie's pajamas last year," my aunt explained, "and now they're yours. I expect you to wear them every night." I put on Debbie's old pajamas while my aunt watched me. She asked me if they were a good fit, and I admitted that they were. Then I crawled into bed with Debbie, and my Aunt tucked us in. My Aunt started to read us a bedtime story. When she got done, she gave Debbie a kiss and said goodnight to her. Debbie kissed her back. "Goodnight, mommy," she replied. Then my aunt kissed me. "Goodnight, Denise," she said. I kissed her back. "Goodnight, mommy," I replied. After she left, I wondered why I had said that. To Be Continued